#c: steve

[ofcrimsonenchantresses]

[ 8 ] our muses reunite after having been apart for an extended length of time which leads to sex, clothes everywhere, barely making it to the bed or not at all. (Steve; @mxrvelouscreations

EMOTIONAL/PLOT DRIVEN INTIMACY PROMPTS

Six months. Six god forsaken hellish months on the run. Split up from one another to increase their likelihood of remaining free. And it all led here, to this safe house in Amsterdam. Wanda had already been here a week, waiting after receiving a message in Berlin - a promise to meet her here when the coast was clear.

It had been late night when the keycode for the door had been entered and the door had swung open to reveal Steve. Before the door had even swung shut and locked behind him, they had been on each other. Wanda groaned as he wrapped his hands around her thighs and hoisted her up against the nearest wall.

"Fuck..." She hissed in Sokovian as she cupped his jaw. "I really like the beard by the way." She added in English, giving it a cheeky tug between her fingers.

[winterstruth]

hands his niece briefcase that opens into an easel and holds a plethora of artist tools. // steve uwu

BIRTHDAY SHENANIGANS:

Clara frowns slightly as she accepts the briefcase, not at all what she was expecting. She carefully places it on the coffee table and opens it, a gasp of surprise falling from her lips as she does. She can hardly believe her eyes, her very own easel and art tools, something she has been eyeing for ages.

The young redhead immediately jumps up and wraps her arms tightly around her uncle. “Thank you so much, Uncle Steve! I really love my present!”

@xunreinx

[ofcrimsonenchantresses]

@captainbrogers liked for a birthday starter.

Wanda yawned into her hand as she padded into the compound kitchen, determined to make herself a cup of tea as quietly as possible. She stopped when she saw Steve was already in the kitchen. "Good morning." She greeted as she ran her fingers through her unwashed hair. "Who's the present for?" She asked when she spotted the wrapped gift next to his cup of coffee, wondering if Steve was going to see a friend or whether she had missed one of her teammates' birthday.

[winterstruth]

“You take the shield, I’ll go grab an actual sled I suppose.” He smiled and adjusted his gloves as he looked at the hill they were going to go down. “You want to go on your own, or do you want a push?”

Clara puts the shield down in the fresh snow, then quickly tucks her braided hair into her sparkly purple jacket. She then zips it all the way up to her chin, hoping it will keep the cold wind from biting too much as she sleds down the hill.

She carefully moves to sit in the middle of the shield, peeking down at the tall hill below. Clara closes her eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath as she pushes away the nerves starting to build up inside her, before looking back up at her uncle.

“Can you, please push me?”

@battlesthatmatter

[ofcrimsonenchantresses]

"We always say that I am Ava's father. Why don’t we make it official?"

In which Steeb puts forth an idea! (Freedomshaped)

Wanda was sat with Ava on her playmat, helping her practice her sorting. Ava was trying to shove different shaped blocks into different shaped holes, clapping with excitement when she got it right. "Are you sure, Steve?" She asked, unconvinced by his suggestion.

"I mean, adoption's a big step. It doesn't dissolve if we split up. You'll be responsible for her forever." She reminded him as she clapped for Ava's newest accomplishment of getting the cube into the square hole. Not that she thought she and Steve would split up, but she felt the need to tell him. "And we'd probably have to jump through some hoops to avoid her father throwing a hissy fit."

@freedomshaped

[ofcrimsonenchantresses]

@frozeninices liked for a spicy starter 🌶️

Wanda fumbled with the keys, struggling to focus as lips attached themselves to her neck and firm hands pushed her into her own front door. She giggled when the door finally swung open and the pair of them had to stop themselves tumbling into the apartment face first. Instead, she righted herself and turned, pulling Steve into the hallway and onto her lips.

She could taste the wine they'd drunk at dinner on their kiss as she pushed him back into the closed door. "Where were we, back at the restaurant?" She asked, pretending to have forgotten before a spark of recognition filled her lustful eyes. One that said 'oh yes, I remember' before her hands slid to his fly and she slowly sank to her knees.

[ofcrimsonenchantresses]

[INJURY]: sender gently tends to receiver's wounds, which leads to them kissing (Steve; @mxrvelouscreations

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐀 👀 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒

"Ow.." Wanda complained as Steve gently applied some gauze to the gash on her forehead, just along her hairline. It was only tiny, but he'd blown an absolute gasket about head trauma and insisted that they clean it out and look at it. "Really, Steve, I just bonked my head on the cabinet, it's not even that bad. I don't have a concussion." She assured him.

Being this close, she could smell his cologne and the slight layer of sweat from where he'd come in from a run to find her bleeding in the kitchen. She bit her lip a little as he finally finished up. "If I had a concussion, I wouldn't be able to do this." She commented as she took his shirt in both hands and pulled his lips down to hers.

@mxrvelouscreations

[ofcrimsonenchantresses]

“ wanna talk about it? “(from Steve)

Wanda waited for moment after Steve spoke, her head on his chest as she listened to his heart beat, his breathing. Let it ground her, let it distract her. "No.." She whispered softly, shaking her head and letting some stray tears fall. "No, can you just hold me and talk about something else? Anything else, even how the Yankees are doing?" She asked quietly, looking up at him with pleading eyes.