A request where Steve Rogers danced with his girlfriend under the rain, please!!!!
Anonnnie! I love this idea, so here's my little drabble about it! Hope you enjoy it!!
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698 words
The notebook
TW: non, just fluff!
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Cloudy
not beta read, english is not my first language. all mistakes are my own
He was at your place, like every two weekends, but this time you found his notebook, not the one you thought it was. This one was called Romantic things to do with the one I love.
When steve saw you with it in your hands, he tried to catch it and hide it, but you were quick enough to get away from him and he sat back on your tiny couch. It was always funny to see your giant boyfriend on your tiny couch in your little two bedrooms appartement.
And how you loved to see him bright red like this. “what is it mister ?”
“nothing”, he mumbles, fiddling with his hands. You smile and open the notebook, finding a long list of things and…a lot cross already with the specific date beside it. All of your dates…
Eat pasta like in the Disney movie 12 march
You remembered that night, it was a fun moment, where he made pasta and told you the idea. He was shy and eager. He couldn’t stay in place when you said yes. He was adorkable.
Stargazing 17 august
Oh yes, that night was magical. He surprised you to a weekend in one of Tony’s cottage, lost in a forest and then he drove you up a hill and he prepared a late night picnic and hold you tight all evening when you looked at the stars. It was also the first time you had sex outdoors, and it was truly…magical.
You smiled at that and looked up at him. “You’re adorable Steve”.
Breakfast in bed 9nov8march23april….
Yeah, breakfast in bed became a tradition…a Sunday tradition and it was always Steve who prepared it. Everytime, he did something different, having bought a book of hundreds of pages of breakfast and brunch recipes.
Slow dancing with my love 12817391dine
Like with the breakfast the date and month were almost unreadable by now. He loved to slow dance, he did it every chance he got. Early in the morning, late at night, in the middle of the street. He had no shame to sway with you with or without music. And you loved to have a free and happy Steve like this.
The next one made you smile. Dancing in the rain. You looked outside and it was raining heavy since you woke up this morning.
“Should we trace another line, my love?” you ask while straddling his lap, his hands coming naturally on your hips.
“Yeah? You would like to do that with me?” he asks back, smiling sheepishly and blushing.
You nod and lean in to kiss him tenderly. “And I want to read all your romantic ideas and add some of mine too”. He smiles widely and nods eagerly.
“I would love that.” He gets up with you in his arms and walks in the little garden you have. The first rain drop touch you and you start to giggle. Steve is smiling so bright that you wonder if he didn’t catch the sun to have it for himself.
He lowers you and twirls you before swaying with you, humming a song. You look up at him and the rain already made his entire hair wet, the raindrop rolling down his face and you can’t stop smiling when you see him this happy.
“You make all my dreams come true”, he confesses with a blush.
You stroke his cheek and gets on your tiptoe to kiss him softly. “And all mine are coming true because of you, Stevie”. He holds your hips and makes you twirl, your feet leaving the ground. You laugh heartedly and wraps your arms and legs around him.
You stay maybe ten more minutes or an hour, but when you go back inside, you both drenched and you start to shiver. Steve is quick to bring you in the bathroom and to strip you both and squeezes himself in the shower to help you warm up.
“I know what I’m adding to the list”, he chuckles.
“What’s that?”
“You…moving in with me in an appartement where I fit.”
You laugh and kiss his chest, nodding.
“I think we can cross that too, it’s a yes, Roger.”
Drabble 5 - i feel like a person for a moment of my life
Tony closes his eyes, not quite willing himself to sleep despite the exhaustion. His body feels like lead, has been feeling like lead for one, two—or has it been three weeks now? He had stopped keeping count after the fifth day.
When he opens one eye, he finds Steve looking at him intently, his arms resting and crossed on the edge of the bed, nesting his head in between them.
Tony traces Steve's forearm with one metal finger. "I can't feel you," Tony says. His new prosthetic arm glimmers under the dimmed lights. The room is quiet without the equipment once attached to Tony.
Steve lifts a hand to Tony's wrinkled cheek. "But I can feel you."
The burns will take some time to get used to, but he'll never get tired of Steve's skin on his.
AN: So @darkficsyouneveraskedfor made an amazing list of dark and dirty prompts and I just had to steal one. Also this literally has not plot, it is all just smut so enjoy!
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Dangerous Woman.
What an apt name for your favourite shade of lipstick. The ruby red stuck out against the pearly white shine of your teeth as you smiled daringly into the mirror. The black corset hugged your body as you pushed your breasts up further, drawing even more attention to them. You wanted him to suffer like he had made you suffer, and this was exactly the way to do it.
You bent down, hands skimming across the silken texture of your stockings to reach your prized possession, your favourite gift he had given you. A simple pair of black high heels, whose bottoms matched your lipstick perfectly.
Gazing once more into the mirror and blowing yourself a kiss, your hand curled around the door handle, pushing it out and heading back into the bedroom where Steve lay, his hands still bound to the headboard, just as you had left him.
You relished in the way his eyes danced along your skin as you slinked across the room to stand at the edge of his bed. His adam's apple bobbed nervously as he swallowed, a slight bulge already growing in his pants. ‘Do you know why you’re here Stevie?’ Your voice was like honey as your hands drifted along his body, your touch barely registerable.
‘Because I’m yours.’
The sound of skin slapping resonated through the room as you gave him a warning. A slap to the upper thigh. Hard enough to make sure the message got across but you knew you couldn’t go too rough just yet. You had to guide him into it slowly.
‘Ma’am. I’m yours, ma’am.’ Your teeth gleamed as the words fluttered from his mouth.
‘That’s better Stevie. So much better.’ The panes of his chest were hard and strong like marble as you took your time, dancing your fingertips along his blush line. He always looked so pretty when you praised him, unable to hold back the silly smile it caused, the blood flowing instinctively to his cheeks. You couldn’t help but take it a step further, relishing in the way he responded to you. ‘You’re such a good boy for me aren’t you?’
‘Yes Ma’am, all for you. Only you.’
It was funny really, how little it took to get him fully hard. Just a glimpse of your attention and he was ready to go. He was trained well.
Your hands continued their sensual dance down his sculpted torso before finally reaching their destination, wrapping around his cock. You leant on the bed, adjusting yourself so that you straddled his thighs. The sound of metal scrapping filled the room as you pumped him slowly. You were worried that the vibranium handcuffs would finally break under his strength so you gave a sharp tug on his balls. Not enough for any serious pain, but enough to grab his attention.
‘Tell me Stevie, because it seems you’ve forgotten. What are the rules when we’re in the bedroom? Or anywhere private for that matter.’
‘I’m yours.’ You hummed, urging him to go on. ‘I’m yours to do with as you please.’
‘That’s exactly right my sweet boy. So unless you plan on safe-wording, stop struggling or I’ll stop.’ Immediately the strain of the metal against the wooden headboard ceased.
‘I’m sorry Ma’am it’s just…’
‘Just what Stevie? Big boys finish their sentences.’ Your voice was stern, your hand stopping its movements along his shaft.
‘I just want to touch you so badly Ma’am.’ Your lips curled at his words, you had him right where you wanted him.
‘Awww I know Stevie. I know. All you have to do is follow the rules and then maybe I’ll reward you.’ Your thumb flicked over the tip of his dick and he hastily nodded, promising you he'd be a good boy. You continued torturing him with your hands, your strokes fast and firm enough that he was nearly on the edge but not quite there. It gave you an indescribable sense of power having Earth’s best defender a withering mess beneath you. Your pussy clenched, your own patience wearing thin as the g-string clung to your skin, drenched in your own arousal.
Slowly, you shuffled back on his legs before lowering your face to his cock. Even after all this time it still amazed you just how impressive it was. Small little kitten licks on his tip had him squirming on the bed, his hands now gripping to the wood for stability.
‘Ma’am, please. Please. I need it so badly, please.’ He could barely form sentences through his desperation and you couldn’t hold back the smile.
‘Please what Stevie? Tell me what you want and maybe I’ll give it to you.’
‘I want to cum. Please ma’am. It’s too much, I need to cum.’ You hummed, pretending to think over his words.
‘No.’ Your lips were a hairs’ breadth away from him. ‘And if you even think of cumming before I say so, you’ll be severely punished.’ You could hear him audibly gulp and took that as your cue to descend down onto him, wrapping your lips around his length. You hollowed your cheeks, going down even further until you reached his base and rested there for a moment. It had taken a few tries to get used to taking him all but you knew how much he loved it and so of course, you had tried for him.
Your eyes flickered up to his as you swallowed him, slowly starting to bob your head and when his eyes closed, one hand reached up to his nipple, tweaking it harshly. A warning. Immediately his eyes snapped open and found yours once more, remembering the other rules. ‘Ah shit… ma’am that feels so good. You feel so good. So fuckin’ good.’ You smiled against him, sensing his impending orgasm as you pulled back. He fell from your lips with a small pop as you sat up, smirking down at him. ‘Wha-? Ma’am, please.’ The one thing you loved more than when Steve blushed was when he begged, just like he was now. It sent another wave down to your cunt and had you rubbing your thighs together subtly.
‘I thought you were mine to do with as I please Stevie?’ Your hands danced down your body, briefly cupping your tits through the silken black material.
‘I am. I am. I just…’
‘I know my sweet boy but don’t worry. I’m just saving it for the main event. I mean, which would you rather? Cum in my mouth or in my sweet wet cunt?’ To emphasise your words you shifted on the bed, your hands diving underneath your panties and pulling them down your legs. You held them up by your fingertip, but his attention wasn’t on the scrap of black material, it was on your bare pussy.
‘Your cunt. Definitely your cunt.’
‘Well okay then, you’re just going to have to be patient and wait your turn Stevie.’ You smirked down at him as you readjusted yourself on the bed, moving your thighs up his body so that they framed his face. ‘Show me Stevie, show me how badly you want this pussy.’ You watched him nod with a fever before slowly lowering yourself down onto him.
You couldn’t hold in the immediate moan that came from your lips as his tongue met your lips. You were basically quaking with how much you needed him and you knew once you got off of his face, it would be drenched with your slick. The thought sent a shiver down your spine. Your slick all over him. It would be your mark that this god of a man belonged to you and you alone. Your thighs clenched around his face further, a silent plea for more.
You shuddered as his tongue ran up your slit, swirling around your clit. His lips suckling on the sensitive bud had you writhing above him. Your own hands came up to clutch at your chest, groping your breasts through the corset. Your hips rocked lightly against his face as his tongue delved inside you as far as it could go.
A near scream escaped you, the waves of pleasure ransacking your body were growing stronger and stronger, threatening to overtake as you rode his face. You just needed a little bit more.
Your hips rocked more sharply, your clit brushing against his nose as his tongue thrusted inside of you over and over again. It gave you the extra push you needed and suddenly the world around you faded. It was only him and you and the pleasure he was giving you. You rode him until you couldn’t anymore, your body spasming far too much, your bud far too sensitive. Slowly, you crawled back down his body, a glistening trail of your cum leading from his mouth to the angry red, pulsating monster of a cock you couldn’t wait to sink onto.
‘You’re such a good boy Stevie. Thank you my love. You definitely deserve a big reward for that.’ You found it hard to formulate your sentences as you were still catching your breath and the smile he flashed you didn’t help.
‘No ma’am. It was my pleasure.’
You hummed, a smile of your own forming on your lips. ‘Well, this should be very pleasurable for the both of us.’ You winked deviously as you gripped him in your hand, slowly stroking him, making sure to get him as riled up as you possibly could. You knew you wouldn’t last long and there was something special about feeling him empty himself inside of you as your walls pulsated that had your core tingling every time you thought about it.
You teasingly raised your hips up, positioning him at your entrance before slowly sinking down, taking it one inch at a time. You tutted as he groaned, knowing that all he wanted to do was thrust up into you. But he wasn’t in control here, you were. Your hands on his firm shoulders helped your balance yourself as you moved slowly, finally sinking all the way down on him.
‘Fuck ma’am. You feel so good, so tight, so fuckin’ wet.’ You toyed with his nipples, pinching them a little harshly.
‘You should really watch your language Stevie. Sweet boys like you shouldn’t be saying such dirty words.’ You chided him, only half serious. You loved it when he couldn’t help himself, the words just flowing freely from those gorgeous pink lips. It made you smile, being able to see the great Captain America like this. So free and liberated from all of his stressors. And it was all because of you.
Your pace quickened slightly, your hips rocking faster and your breasts jiggling as you moved up and down his cock. Your eyes closed as you felt him scrape against that spot inside of you, a moan tumbling from your lips. ‘Oh, Stevie.’
You leaned down his body pressing your chests against his, your lips swallowing his responding groan. You could taste yourself on his lips but it just made you hotter, the memory of a few moments ago dancing behind your closed lids. The coil inside of you tightened, threatening to snap but you needed him to cum with you.
Your lips danced down his jaw, suckling on the skin by his neck, leaving a more permanent mark of your ownership. ‘Cum for me my sweet boy. I need you to cum. I need you to cum inside me. Would you like that?’
‘Oh god yes ma’am! Yes, please let me cum inside of you. I’m so close.’
You pulled back, being sure to look him in the eyes. ‘Do it Stevie. On the count of three.’ The coil inside of you tightened even further and you got ready for the waves of pleasure.
‘One.’
Your hips moved in tandem as you both chased your orgasm, his hips stuttering, a clear indication he was close.
‘Two’
You refused to blink, scared that if you did you would miss it, miss the way his eyes scrunched so adorably when he came.
‘Three.’
Your combined moans filled the room as you came in tandem, your hot walls pulsating around his cock, milking it for all its worth as he painted them milky white.
You stayed like that for a long time, both of you catching your breath until you were ready to move. Gingerly, you crawled off of him, reaching out for the hand towel on the bedside table. You were sure to be as gentle as you could while cleaning him up, you knew he would be sensitive after a session like that and after you disposed of the towel in the bathroom, you came back in with the key. You reached up, unlocking his hands soothing the skin with a calming jasmine scented lotion. As you turned your back to him, unlocking his ankles now, you could feel the bed shift, his warmth pressing into your back, his lips brushing against your bare shoulder and his deft fingers unlacing the corset, freeing you.
‘Thank you ma’am. That was incredible.’ You turned back to him, your hand cupping his cheek and rubbing softly.
‘You’re incredible my sweet boy. You’re so strong and obedient. I couldn’t ask for a better partner.’ You loved the pink tint his cheeks took from your words and your lips met briefly. It was slow and soft and delicate, so unlike the hasty tongue centric ones from when you were making love.
Slowly, you pushed his body down back onto the bed, crawling in next to him, your arm wrapping around his body as you spooned him. ‘I love you Stevie.’
‘I love you too y/n.’
Slowly both of your breathing slowed down, your eyes drifting closed. Ropes, cable ties and a certain shade of red lipstick filling your dreams.
This is an alternate ending that could’ve happened during the Snap Scene. This is just the beginning of the whole fic, if you happen to enjoy it please let me know :)
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This was it. The final battle. Everyone was weak, near defeated and taken apart. Steve stood on his last battlefield, they all did. But somewhere, inside of Tony was a little light of hope. They all stared at him, waiting for the inevitable. Tony faced Thanos, sweat and blood smeared across his face, kneeling with his legs behind him in front of Thanos -
“I-”
He looked at Pepper, I love you
“Am-”
He looked at Steve, it wasn’t his fault
“Iron-”
Peter, I’m sorry
His eyes welled up with tears, it couldn’t end like this of all the ways. But he had to do it. He had to make the final sacrifice and save them. Tony started to form his words when Peter ran to him, Peter swallowed his cry and grabbed Tony’s hand.
“I wanted to be like you.” Tony was startled at what he said, he looked at Peter and confidence shone through them. Thanos was getting impatient, but confused at the sudden event. Soon, Peter was joined by Steve who looked at Tony with eyes full of hope. “Whatever it takes” He was surprised he admitted, but now there was something inside him that brought him up. He felt a push and saw Rhodey joining hands with Steve, soon everybody was standing around Tony, protecting each other from the force that could’ve torn them apart. One last time, he smiled at Pepper. She looked at Tony and whispered a quiet 'thank you'
Peter Quill lifted his helmet and for once, felt the intimidatory environment.
"We'll do it together, man."
Nebula joined and soon did Gamora, sisters finally together but not for the reasons they hoped. Mantis and Wanda too, everybody that Tony was surrounded by held a thank you in their chests - waiting for what was about to come.
"I"
"Am, Ironman"
Everybody faced him with a concern and hoping heart, waiting to see the result. And at once, his fingers came together, his sweat falling across his shed forehead and finally - it happened. A fierce energy surged through Peter’s body, then Steve's and Peppers be everybody who paid their respects.
Their eyes clenched closed, teeth clashing towards each other and a bone gripping hold of each other's hands. The feeling was unexplainable, something that filled each and everyone's body with power, then soon drained them of it. Every nerve of their body felt it, every strand of hair from tip to bottom was laced with energy. More than everything they just wanted this to be over.
Everything was quiet for the split second that they stood still. Everything was quiet. No wind, no breaths, just the quiet suspense surrounding the worn-out bodies. And then a thump.
Peter was the first to notice what happened, "Mr.Stark?"
Tony had fallen from where he was kneeling and seemed tired. He could rest now, now that he was at peace from his past. Inside, he felt satisfied. Satisfied with the demons of his past - he could let Pepper and Morgan have a life knowing he gave it to them. But he would miss them so much. Together, they protected each other and together the evil force was defeated.
There was only one more thing to be left to be checked, whether Tony was still ok. It was on everyone’s mind.
Once everybody's shock was over, they rushed to where Tony had fallen from the energy surge. Through the silence, Pepper was the first one to run to his side. The heavy breathes from Tony were concerning, but when Pepper was there next to Tony, she had helped him to lean against a meteorite that exploded in half. When the team saw he was in a slightly more comfortable position, they surrounded him with hopes of a surviving chance for him. But what say did Tony have in any of this? You're not the guy to make the sacrifice play, to lay down on a wire and let the other guy crawl over you. Isn’t that what he said? The Captain America, but look - now here he was, panting through what could be his last breath. He looked up and Pepper was kneeling by him.
“Tony? Tony, you’re going to be alright.” She tried to keep a steady voice, but Tony could tell by the shaking of her voice that soon tears would come out of her. Although he was too tired to even raise his eyelids, he managed to lift a hand to wipe the tears leaking out of her eyes. And it was painful for Tony to see her like this.
All he could do at the moment was to embrace her and let the torrent of her tears fall to her lips. He could feel her clench his chest, not knowing whether to be mad or to give up hope altogether. He could hear Peter silently screaming, suffocating with each breath he took holding onto his pride. Peter had almost saved Tony’s life, by almost giving him a purpose. Tony could almost blame himself for not trying. But how could he? He didn’t really have a choice. The memories came back to Tony - of what he could’ve kept. Of course, Steve rushed to him and knew that nobody deserves anything of what had happened. But of course, it was just fate. Fate - just another word for a future that you are uncertain of.
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A sneak peek for Chapter One? You got it! If you’ve enjoyed this please let me know, and I’ll post the rest! :)
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“Fate, remember to use it in your writing! And the essays’ due next Friday.” The bell rang and interrupted the teacher’s announcement. “Ok, everyone! Out, out. I’ll see you next Monday!” Mr. Harrington got everyone out of his classroom before making a final announcement. “Peter, come here please!”
“Ooh! Peter Parker, finally got into some trouble!” Flash retorted, looking at Peter. Luckily Mr.Harrington shoo-ed him out.
Peter Parker got up from his seat, which thanks to his clumsiness took him quite a while. After Peter finally made his way to the front of the room where the teachers’ desk was, Mr. Harrington reached into a paper folder and pulled out a wrinkled and coffee-stained paper. In faded pencil 'Peter Parker' was scribbled across the top....
(And that’s all you get :) remember to leave feedback!)
Tony: Next time life gives you lemons, you put those lemons in a sack and beat your enemies with them, and maybe if you beat them hard enough, the bag will split open and lemon juice will spray into their eyes causing intense burning pains as you crush them into a citrusy pulp.
Steve: Uh...right. Okay, goodluck at school, Pete!
