hi becca I just bought my first dildo and am waiting for delivery. Any thoughts on mutual masturbation with end game Steve?
No because I honestly think the idea of mutual masturbation is so hot, that could be so much fun!!
And I've always thought it would be really hot to add the condition that you can't touch each other. You can touch yourself and watch the other person but you're not allowed to touch them or give any suggestions.
There's just something about the thought of Steve losing himself in the pleasure, stroking his own cock to the sight of you playing with your toy. He's groaning pathetically, his fist tight around his shaft, letting the precum coat his fingers as he edges himself.
You're not at all shy about your pleasure either. You slide your toy into your needy hole, enjoying the feeling of it inside you, knowing he's watching you. Your desperation only fuels his.
"You're so wet." Steve's observation makes you groan because you don't need to see how wet you are. You can hear it. You can hear the slick sounds of the toy plunging into your welcoming cunt and it's almost too much for you. It feels so filthy to be so openly pleasuring yourself, knowing you have an audience but there's no reason to stop.
"I'm so close." Steve pants, throwing his head back, forcing himself to stop looking between your spread legs. You're slick and warm and so fucking delicious, even just the thought makes his mouth water. He wants a taste of you. Or better still, he wants to sink his cock into you and lose himself entirely. He wants to but he can't. He's not allowed. That's against the rules that he set when his head was a whole lot less clouded by lust.
"You're so pretty like this, Stevie. Look at you. Trying so hard not to cum all over yourself." As you're speaking, he slips just a little bit more, his fist tightening around his cock, giving long, deliberate tugs.
"You'll make such a mess and the best part is, you can't cum inside me. You're still not allowed to touch me." Damn his own rules. This isn't fun anymore. Or at least, it's not as much fun as it could be.
"You're just going to have to keep playing with yourself, aren't you? You can keep watching this toy slip into me and just wish you were balls deep inside me instead."
"Oh God." Steve whines, knowing he can't hold his orgasm back any longer. He can't stop himself if he tried, listening to the slick mess between your legs and the taunting he's receiving from you.
His orgasm is all consuming for a few seconds, thick streams of hot cum pumping into the space between your bodies. His hand doesn't stop, working every drop of release from him, ensuring he's given everything he can for now.
When the ecstasy wears off, reality catches up with him. You look so smug and he notices that he's splashed his cum all over your body. Some reached up to your chest but most is now dripping down between your legs, onto the toy that you're plunging into yourself.
"I think that counts as breaking your own rules, Stevie. You touched me. Technically. And I think there should be a forfeit."
Prompt - “He’s gone now and he died wondering where the hell you were.”
A/N - Thank you to the anon who sent this prompt in 😭 this isn’t my best but I still hope y’all enjoy :)
Category - fem!reader, angst
Warnings - Endgame!Steve, language, a funeral.
Word Count - 1.2k
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You could remember the last conversation you had with him as clear as day, almost as if it happened yesterday. Watching the large group of people wearing black amongst others wearing their respective uniforms to give him a proper send off, you thought back to that day. You sulked in your thoughts of feelings, thinking of how he could have been so for what he did, then be so bold to call and ask for you.
The sun had just settled and the moonlight was shining bright through the windows of the small Brooklyn apartment, being its only source of light. Steve stood across the room from you, leaning against the wall frame and his arms crossed over his chest and you sat broken on the couch that you both put in a ridiculous amount of money for. He didn’t have the courage for his eyes to reach yours and honestly, you didn’t know if you wanted them to. Not after what he just told you.
That lump in your throat was thick, stopping you from speaking because you knew the moment you did the tears that you were desperately holding back with fly loose.
“Please say something..” Steve spoke, eyes still glued to the floor.
You scoffed, clearing your throat as hard as you could, “What do you want me to say, Steve?”
“Something, anything?” He asked.
Taking a deep breath, you finally allowed your eyes to fall upon him, “Why? Did—did these last five years mean nothing to you? Are you not happy with me? All this shit we went through together and-and you just decide to leave?”
After the fight with Thanos and Tony returned to earth, you and Steve found comfort in one another. Confided in each other as you both felt useless, defeated and unworthy. And that comfort soon blossomed into what you would know as love. The way he looked at you, the way he held you, the way he’d kiss your lips with so much passion as he told you how much he loved you. How you were currently his world and if anything, he was glad to have you by his side.
But it wasn’t love, you came to realize in this very moment. His words sunk in. It was grief. Half of the universe had been dusted away and he used you to cope with the loss. The way he looked at you? You were the one of the only people he had left. The way he held you? To console himself in his failure. The way he kissed your lips? To give himself a distraction with the world falling apart at his cost. When he told you he loved you? Well he did, but not in the way you loved him.
“Of course it meant something to me!” Steve sighed, growing the courage to meet your eyes, “But, I have a chance..A chance to set things right.. A chance to do things the way it should’ve been in the first place.”
“And that means leaving everyone you love behind? Your friends, your family. Your best friend that you fought so hard for.” You were exasperated. You knew you were being selfish, but screw that. You had a right to be. You deserve an explanation, “What about me?”
Steve sighed, his head dropping once again, “I love you. I love all of you, I swear I do.” He started, chewing on his lip before finishing his sentence, “But Peggy’s the love of my life. I deserve a chance to be happy and I want it with her.” The tone in his voice was assertive. It was his ‘Captain America’ tone. He was serious and there was nothing that you could do or say to change his mind.
After a moment of silence, his boots clacked against the hardwood floors as he made his way over to you, bending down so his lips could be even to your ear, “Thank you for helping me these past five years, I’ll never forget them, I’ll never forget you. But my mind is set.” He spoke softly before placing a tender kiss on your temple, “I hope one day you can forgive me.”
Wiping the tears from your eyes as you pushed away the memory. You didn’t come here to reminisce. Hell, you didn’t want to come here. It had been months since you last saw them all. The moment Steve left your apartment that night, you packed a bag and got the hell out of town. Not being able to stay in an apartment that you’ve spent countless nights with him in. Not wanting to stay in a town that reminded you of him on every corner. You abandoned your duties, you abandoned your friends. Much like he did, but fuck how could you not? Steve Rogers ruined the scenery of New York, killed the connection you felt for Brooklyn. Now, it was just one big grey area that you never wanted to step foot in again. And after today, you wouldn’t.
You waited a little down the road in your car until the crowd of people in black clothes cleared out before you got out. Keeping your hands shoved into your jacket pockets to shield them from the surrounding cold air as you crossed the graveyard. Your heart thumping faster with every step you took before you finally got to the edge of the grave. The freshly covered up grave with a tombstone at the head of it.
Steven Grant Rogers. A friend, brother, husband and a Captain.
“Didn’t expect to see you here.” An all too familiar voice rang through your ears.
“Didn’t expect to come here.” You replied, eyes not moving from the sight before you.
“I’ve been calling you for months.” Sam spoke as he settled next to you, his eyes also glued to the grave. He couldn’t believe Steve was gone either. He couldn’t believe that he had passed the shield onto him, “He wanted to see you.”
You scoffed and sniffled, shaking your head at Sam’s words, “I’m sure he did.”
He sighed, “I get why you’re upset. What Steve did hurt you, he hurt us all. Holding this grudge against him isn’t helping anybody. Steve deserved his happy ending.” You grimaced at his words, wondering if Steve ever even told Sam the reason you left that night, disappeared for months and been dodging everyone’s phone calls ever since. Did he tell Sam that he practically ripped your heart out of your chest and stomped on it or did Sam just think you were just sad that one of your best friends decided to leave you, “He’s gone now and he died wondering where the hell you were.”
Sam glanced over at you when he heard you sniffle. His eyebrows furrowed at the tears rolling down your cheeks, “No, he knew where I was. He just didn’t care enough to stay.”
“Y/n..” He called out.
But you stopped him, shaking your head, “It was good to see you, Sam.” You didn’t give him a chance to respond before you turned on your heels and headed back to your car. He was right, Steve did deserve his happy ending. Now it’s time for you to get yours.
I am choosing to not use warnings. Do not read if you are uncomfortable with themes of infidelity, angst, swearing and sexual innuendos.
Summary: Your Steve isn’t yours anymore and you’re beginning to understand why.
Word Count: 3.5k
Pairings: Steve x reader and a surprise appearance ;)
Disclaimer: this is set right after Endgame
A/N: this story was inspired by @nsfwsebbie’s fic please don’t take him (even though you can). it was so damn amazing. i thought of how the situation would go under different circumstances, and added a more strong willed reader into the mix :)
i tried to proofread but im sort of posting in a rush so all mistakes are my own!
(This GIF does not belong to me)
Your head was nestled in the crook of Steve’s neck and his arms were cradling your tired form. Dried tears left your face feeling dry and your up do from the funeral was now tousled. Steve let out a heavy sigh and held you a little tighter.
You could fall asleep if it weren’t for the looming stress of returning the stones so you decided to bide your time by focusing on the super soldier’s unnaturally slow heartbeat.
“We should go, sweetheart. They’re waiting for me.” his voice broke the placid silence that had enveloped the room.
You silently got off the bed and Steve’s hand nudged yours, stopping you from reaching the door.
He slowly pulled you towards him and you met him halfway, face-to-face.
“I know things aren’t great right now. But we’ll get through this,” he spoke lowly as his large hands cupped your face. They felt rough against your supple skin, but his touch was as tender as ever.
You stared into his eyes for a moment before speaking. "I’ll come with you,” you offered.
“No,” he affirmed. His tone was firm yet a touch of softness was reserved in there somewhere, just for you.
“I love you Y/N. I’ll love you no matter what,” he said as he pulled your head into his chest and engulfed your body into his.
//
You reached the new, mini version of the previously destroyed time travel contraption Tony made. Sam, Bucky and Professor Hulk were engaging in light conversation that clearly, none of them were interested in. You look up at Steve, who was as tense as ever, clutching your hand like a vice. He let go and glanced back at you before joining Sam.
You knew deep down that Steve would never be the same anymore. Hell, after the Battle of Wakanda, Steve almost ended the relationship because the Avengers lost.
But the Avengers won this time, and things should feel different. So why did it feel like he was leaving forever?
You recalled the very short conversation you had with him about Tony’s snap.
“I should have snapped,” he sobbed.
“You’ve always been selfless your whole life. This was Tony’s time to be selfless, and you don’t get to take that away from him.” You hugged him and cried with him.
There was nothing else to be said.
How much you wished no one had to die.
He stood on the platform and nodded at Bruce before locking eyes with you.
Apologetic. He looked apologetic.
At the time, you thought he just looked sad. You assumed it was residual sadness from the funeral but looking back, you realized he looked apologetic for what he was about to do.
Rebuilding your relationship wasn’t easy. Tony and Nat’s death and the trauma of the battle were overshadowing both of your feelings. You salvaged what you could and life returned to a “normal” that never existed.
Being an Avenger means your living costs are covered by Tony, basically compensating for the missions. Only there weren’t any missions anymore. You were grateful but it meant that you had a lot of time on your hands.
You took up a job as a waitress and Steve continued running sessions at the VA with Sam. It was humbling to be serving people at a diner after fighting alongside some of Earth’s mightiest heroes. But you needed it. And slowly but steadily, happiness crept its way into the tower.
You didn’t see Steve around anymore though. You weren’t sure if you were even together anymore, aside from the forehead kisses and lingering glances.
You and Bucky set the table while you heard Sam and Steve banter over who gets to choose the movie today. Bucky chuckled and called them to eat.
There was relentless teasing, jokes being tossed around and big smiles everywhere.
“The nurse had poked him 2 times at this point and there was no blood coming out of him.” Sam laughed.
“So she asks me if we can do the other arm.” Bucky snorted through breaths of amusement.
“This guy pulls up his sleeve and the girl faints.” Sam howled as everyone doubled over in laughter.
You wiped a tear from your eye and you look over at Steve who was laughing as well. It had been a long time since you’ve seen him so happy.
Sure, he’d been distant. He hadn’t touched you since he came back. It had been 2 months though, and you wondered if you should try again tonight. You put a hand over Steve’s and he snapped his head to you. He gave you a small smile before slipping his hand out from under yours and picking up a napkin.
He needed the napkin, you told yourself.
You went up to change into something that he might find more appealing. You were torn between the red lace set or the black corset. You settled for the classic red lace and tied on a robe before heading downstairs to tease him a little.
“You’re going to tell her before you go right?” You heard Sam’s voice and broke your stride to the kitchen.
“She won’t be happy.” You swore it was Steve’s voice but it was a little too quiet to be sure. You silently padded toward the kitchen, standing right outside the entrance to hear better.
“Of course she won’t be happy. You went back to be with a girl from 70 years ago and spent 4 months with her. You sort of cheated on her Steve.” Bucky’s voice quipped at Steve.
You couldn’t be hearing right. Steve went back and got together with Peggy?
“It’s not sort of cheating, he almost got married to her,” Sam remarked in rebuttal.
He almost got married to her.
He almost got married to her.
He almost got married to her.
There was so much information to process. Your shoulder sagged with the weight of the news and you cupped your mouth before anyone could hear your sob.
“But I came back.” Steve countered.
“Do you love her?” Bucky lowered his voice and inquired.
“I don’t know anymore.”
Your chest heaved and eyes burned. You wanted to gasp for air but you knew if you breathed, you would let out the anguish building in your stomach.
Your back hit the wall and you slid down, not caring if he hears anymore.
In moments, Steve, Bucky and Sam appear beside you with startled faces.
You didn’t look at them as you got up and paced to your room. You thought you heard Steve’s voice calling after you but your thoughts pounded and clawed at the insides of your head. You couldn’t be sure and you weren’t going to turn back now.
He didn’t run after you. You had predicted that he didn’t want to deal with your hysterical crying which surely could be heard past your room walls. When you considered it, this new Steve was actually quite predictable; you knew he wouldn’t bother bringing it up to you until you brought it up yourself. Because he was a coward like that, you decided. All of his actions spoke for themself and the one true motive behind his cheating is cowardice. You don’t know if you would have been okay with him going back to Peggy, but if he talked about it, things not have ended the way they did.
After 2 days of not leaving your room, you knew that there was a better way to handle this. It wasn’t you who should be embarrassed; instead of sulking, you marched to his room with newfound determination.
You threw open his door that he didn’t even bother locking. Steve was mid-speech with someone on the phone, seemingly a conversation that wasn’t going his way. He seemed tense, his muscles protruding from the tight white t-shirt pulled over him.
Your jaw ticked as you shifted your weight onto one foot and rested on the doorframe, waiting for him to end the call.
“I’m sorry to cut this short. We have a lot to talk about but it’ll have to happen in-person.” he concluded the phone call and sat on the bed with his head in his arms.
“Seems like you planned it all.” you commented, trying to sound like you didn’t care. In reality, the wound was still very fresh. Even though a part of you had known that the relationship was over for some time now, you were only coming to terms with it now.
“I wanted to tell you before I left, but you were just so upset and I couldn’t …” he trailed off.
“All of a sudden you care about me? And now this is somehow my fault that you were too chicken to tell me,” you retorted, unimpressed with his answer.
“I have always cared about you and always will.” He got up and walked towards you. He cupped your face but you pushed his hand off, glaring up at him.
“It wasn’t supposed to be like this. I admit I could’ve handled everything lot better but Y/N. When you told me Tony’s snap was his moment of selflessness, I realized that all I’ve ever done is be selfless. And I don’t regret any of it. But it was time I chose to do something for myself. Then I remembered Peggy and the life I left behind and I just knew this world would be okay without me so I chose to be selfish. I chose to be selfish, Y/n, and I don’t regret that either.”
You were crying now, and Steve reached to wipe it off, but you smacked his hand.
“You used to choose me. You woke up everyday and chose us. The day you decided you didn’t want this anymore, you decided you would just go ‘fuck all’ and cheat on me? You couldn’t have ended it like a normal person?” you questioned through your tears. Your vision was foggy but you kept wiping your eyes, trying not let him see your tears.
He sighed and let a few moments stretch on before he answered.
“We both know that this relationship was over a long time ago Y/N.”
You noted his use of your name and not the usual pet name ‘sweetheart’ or ‘love’. It saddened you even more to think that he doesn’t associate those words with you anymore.
“You’re a fucking bastard Rogers. You are the biggest coward I have ever met in my life. You may be the Captain America, but you are the biggest wimp in real life.” You could tell he was fuming because of your comment but you continued your spiel.
“I tried everything to make this work. The moment that the thought of cheating crossed your mind, you should have broken my heart. Because all you did now was rip it out and stomp on it before spitting on the what’s left-”
“I can’t believe you’re standing here accusing me of not trying to make this work. You know what Y/N? I fucking left Peggy because I thought about you and thought I could make this work. And then I came back and remembered all the reasons why this wouldn’t work and now I regret it. I wish I could go back to Peggy.”
“Go fuck yourself Rogers,” you muttered and turned to leave. “Actually, go fuck Peggy’s skeleton Steve. I curse you with every cell in my body. I hope you never get to see her again. I know you’re trying to go back,” you added before wiping you final tear, once and for all. There was no way you were going to shed another tear on this asshole.
Except, it wasn’t that simple. You did cry over it more, but if there’s anything you did right, it was making sure he never saw your tears.
You also found that post-break up glow up’s were a real thing. The lack of missions means you didn’t need to see Steve unless you chose to be in the same space as him. So you chose to make new friends and bring new light into your life. There was no dread clouding your judgment because for once, there was no impending threat on the future of Earth.
You cut your hair, you changed up your wardrobe and got as fit as you’ve ever been. Your friends made frequent stops at the Tower which eventually turned into dragging you into their bar hopping.
On the other hand, Steve was doing everything he could to go back to Peggy, just like you had predicted. You manifested his downfall. Hank Pym refused to let his work fall into the hands of the Avengers and Steve was having a very hard time convincing him otherwise. The final nail in the coffin was when Hank decided that Pym Particles should not be produced anymore. As long as the world didn’t understand the entirety of the quantum realm, no one should have access to something that could mess with it. No arguments could ensue because there was nothing anyone could say to change Hank’s mind.
As much as Bucky and Sam wanted him to go back, they knew he deserved it for everything you were put through. When Steve found that his friends weren’t on the same page as him, he spiraled deeper into regret and depression. There wasn’t much to be done in terms of world-saving, which is what he was made for. The person he thought was the love of his life is gone now. When the dust settled, he realized that you were the only thing that kept him going for so long. But now he lost you too, and there was nothing he could do get you back.
While you were out living your new life, Steve was trying to find a life for himself. He would see you around the compound and wanted nothing more than to feel the warmth of your love. What he would do to feel that again, he couldn’t explain to anyone.
Your escapades were at an all-time high. You knew that single life is the life. Just when you finally concluded that all men were trash, Ransom came crashing into your life. Although he only reinforced this belief, this man wasn’t just any trash. He was your trash.
He was the mutual of your friends and you seemed to never be able to escape him. Moreover, your friends decided that you wouldn’t escape him.
The teasing and playful banter between you two turned into something more serious about a year after your break-up. Ransom was everything Steve wasn’t.
Steve was a gentleman. Chivalrous. Gentle.
Then you reminded yourself that he had proven to you that he wasn’t any of things anymore. Ransom was the exact opposite, but he wore it on his sleeve. After all the lies and cowardice, Ransom’s blunt and bold attitude was exactly what you needed.
There were moments you found yourself comparing the nature of the two relationships. With Steve, a lot of it was gentle and soft with some roughness around the edges. Life alongside Ransom was nothing short of callous, but that’s why soft, vulnerable moments felt even more extraordinary and special.
If you made a judgement based off first impressions, someone like Ransom seems to be more likely to cheat than someone like Steve Rogers. Upon deeper analyzation though, Ransom doesn’t have any skeletons in his closet. He doesn’t claim things easily, but when he does, he would go to any length to make sure what’s his, will stay his. Soon after you realized this, you began abandoning thoughts of comparing the two relationships.
//
There was a party at the Tower for Sam’s birthday. It was the first time in a long time that you were going to be around Steve for longer than 10 minutes. Doubt began seeping through your determination; how well would you fare under the pressure of pretending to be okay around him?
“Do we have to match, sugar?” Ransom whined from your bathroom.
“Why would you even go to an event as a couple if you aren’t matching?” you hollered back.
You heard Ransom grumble as the bathroom door swung open. The emerald green dress shirt with small gold polka dots complemented his eyes so perfectly. Ransom was about to complain again before seeing the look of awe on your face. He decided right then that he could suck it up for the night.
You were wearing an emerald green cocktail dress with sheer black net covering your shoulders, your sleeves reaching your elbows. The material was different, but the print was the exact same as Ransom’s. He couldn’t help but wonder why you put so much effort into such little things. He made a mental note to do something like this for you another time before wrapping his arms around your frame, burying his face into your face.
“Ran! My hair!” you squealed as you tried to push him off.
“Usually it’s me that takes this long to get ready. You trying to impress the Captain?” Ransom winked and sat on your bed.
“Oh fuck off.” you rolled your eyes and added the big bow to your half up hair-do.
“You look so innocent baby. How angelic would you look with my cum dripping out of your mouth?” he smirked as you dropped your mouth, looking at him through the mirror.
“My god Ran, this is not the time.” You shook your head and pulled him with you, finally making your way to the party downstairs.
You were breaking out into cold sweat for some reason. Part of you really wanted to show Steve how happy you were now, but you felt that it meant you weren’t truly over him. Were you making a mistake?
Right before you opened the door the common room where the party was ongoing, Ransom stopped you and looked right into your eyes.
“You know, as much as I’d like to make your ex jealous, if you don’t want this, I could think of a lot of other ways to spend the night,” he winked and you blushed. This is exactly why you liked him so much. There was no pressure to be anything but yourself around him. Even if you told him you wanted to go back to your room, there would be no judgement on his behalf. He wouldn’t ever bring it up as a joke either, because he just knew what he could and couldn’t joke about.
“Let’s do this, bubbles” you giggled. He groaned at the nickname and pulled you into his side with one arm, opening the door with the other.
One of Ransom’s many talents was making an entrance and this event was no exception. As you walked through the entrance, Ransom kept his head high and pulled you along with him. His confidence began rubbing off you and within a few steps, you stopped slouching. Straightening you back and tossing your hair behind your back, you bathed in the glory of the looks you and Ransom were getting. He took you straight to the bar, smiled at you and ordered drinks.
“You know, your ex was fuming in the corner,” he remarked as he sipped on his drink.
“No!” you laughed incredulously, unable to imagine Steve begin angry over Ransom’s presence.
“It’s true, look for yourself,” he calmly retorted. His eyes flicked to a corner of the room and you followed his gaze there. Steve looked away upon seeing you look at him but it was clear that he was flustered. Bucky stood beside him, entertaining a gaggle of girls, but Steve’s attention was clearly elsewhere.
“He’s actually pretty hot in person, it’s making me jealous” Ransom nonchalantly mentioned.
You threw your head back and laughed. Your doubts of whether this was a good idea were dissipating very quickly.
Ransom chuckled and then looked at you intently. You looked back at him, the high of the laugh wearing off because of his intense stare.
“I think I’m in love with you.” you blurted.
“You know, I’m glad you said it because I did not want to say it first.” he snickered and you playfully punched him.
“Ow! I’m just kidding, don’t go all Avengers-mode on me!” he fussed.
You pulled him into a tight hug. He peeled your head away from his chest to cup your face and give you a light kiss before whispering ‘I love you too.’ You started to tear up, thinking of all the pain you had to go through to get this moment of tranquility with your favourite person in the whole, wide world.
He cooed and kissed your forehead.
“I always got you.” he assured and pulled your head back into his chest. You smiled and broke away from the hug, sitting back on the bar stool.
“I think you transferred your lipstick because you have a dark red lip mark on your forehead.”
You groaned and frantically wiped your forehead.
“Hey,” he caught your wrist. “Why don’t we go back up and fix that?” His eyes glinted in the dim lights and you giggled like a schoolgirl as he pushed through the crowd.
In that moment, and every moment after it, Steve was long forgotten.
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