Inked (Steve Rogers x Reader)
Summary: After spending the afternoon drawing all over your legs in sharpie, you’re worried a certain supersoldier won’t be a fan of your new tattooed look, but if nothing else, Steve Rogers is a man who’s full of surprises.
Steve Rogers x Reader
A/N- inspired by “Ink my Skin” by the wonderful @fvckingsteverogers (their story is super cute- read it HERE) and by the fact that this is how I actually spent my afternoon today... well the drawing all over myself part anyway ;) (seriously my legs are covered in sharpie and I have work tomorrow.. thank goodness for long pants) Enjoy the fluff!
Warnings: none, I don’t even think I swore in this one!
Words: 2,833
You looked around your apartment and sighed contentedly, it’d been ages since you’d had time to really go through and clean the place, but since Steve had been on mission for the past week you could finally dedicate some time to clearing out your embarrassingly cluttered apartment. It’s not that you couldn’t clean when he was around, but when he had a day, or hell even an afternoon off, all thoughts of cleaning and productivity were thrown out the window. Even if Steve insisted that he didn’t want to distract you from your work, you just couldn’t keep your hands off of him if he was within arm’s reach.
You reached down and pulled up on the black trash bag lying at your feet, tossing it over your shoulder with a grunt, you carried it towards the front door and plopped it down by the other two trash bags that you told yourself you’d take out later. It was rainy and crummy today, and the last thing you wanted to do was run across the parking lot of your building just to throw out the trash. With Steve away you knew it was more than likely that you’d leave it there for a few days- with no one around to impress, your motivation to keep things super tidy waned, to say the least- but at the very least you knew you wanted to take out the trash before Steve got back from his mission, just so he wouldn’t have to do it.
Making a mental note to remember to get to those bags before Steve did, you stepped into your bedroom and looked around. This was the last room in your apartment you needed to tackle, and it was by far going to take the most work. You had clothes to sort through and donate, linens to wash, and a desk full of useless tchotchkes (knicknacks), notebooks you hadn’t touched in years, and all sorts of other crap that you needed to weed through. You set to work on your desk, figuring it wouldn’t take you too long to figure out what to keep and what to trash, unlike the debate you were likely to face when it came to your clothes. You dumped out the contents of each drawer one at a time and sorted out your stuff accordingly. Aside from some unidentified usb cables, loose post it notes and several years’ worth of school notebooks, there wasn’t a whole lot of stuff to sort through so you were able to work quickly.
To your great surprise, you discovered your old (more like ancient at this point) ipod classic and an unopened 12 pack of sharpie markers at the back of your top drawer. You hopped up excitedly and brought the two treasures to your bed, you just had to know if your ipod still worked, so you plugged it into your laptop and crossed your fingers. Would you like to sync “The Titanic lol” to itunes?
“It liiiives!!!” You proclaimed dramatically. You wiggled excitedly as you got ready for a middle school/high school era jam session, and you literally laughed aloud when Bowling for Soup started to pump out of your computer’s speakers. You reached for the pack of sharpies and pulled the cap off of the black one to see if they were still any good, but all your notebooks and post its were on the other side of the room. You looked down at your bare legs sprawled across the bed, chuckled to yourself and shrugged playfully, Beats getting up to get paper. You did a few test scribbles, just to see if the marker worked, but that quickly turned into doodling a bunch of dandelions just above your knee, which turned into wanting to test all of the markers in the pack, ya know, to be sure they worked.
You got lost in the nostalgic early 2000’s music and stink of sharpies, and before you had realized just how long you’d been sitting there, your leg, foot and ankle were more or less covered in ink. You also hadn’t realized that your front door had opened and closed.
“Y/N?”
“Steve? Is that you??” You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your lips as you called across the apartment, you knew he was probably exhausted, but the fact that Steve always came straight to your house after a mission filled you with a sense of relief and excitement that you couldn’t quite fully explain.
Steve popped his head into the doorway to your room then stepped completely into view. He wasn’t in his uniform anymore, but you could tell he hadn’t showered at the tower, and to your great relief it looked like he hadn’t been too badly injured this time around.
He drew his face up into a confused wrinkle and laughed softly as he took in the sight before him, “What the hell happened here?”
You were confused for a moment, but one glance down at your legs quickly reminded you of how you’d spent the last few hours. You shrugged and played up an exaggeratedly guilty face,
“I found some new sharpies...?”
Steve shook his head as he stepped into your room and sat on the bed next to you, he placed his hands on either side of your face and pulled you into a gentle kiss. You wrapped your arms around him and sighed contentedly. As much as you hated it when he would leave, there was nothing quite like having him back in your arms again after a long mission.
Steve pulled away slightly and rested his forehead against yours, he sighed and closed his eyes as he stroked your hair.
“God, I missed you so much.”
You pecked a light kiss to his lips.
“I missed you too, Steve. ”
Steve smiled at you, his blue eyes shining into yours. He scanned you up and down briefly, and his gaze landed on your heavily inked leg. He chuckled silently to himself and patted your thigh as he started to shake his head again.
“It doesn’t bother you, does it?” You knew your boyfriend wasn’t the biggest fan of tattoos, but you were hoping you’d be in the clear with your recently acquired temporary ones.
“No no... Actually I kinda like em.” He blushed a little at the confession.
“Really?” Now that you hadn’t been expecting.
“Yeah!” He smiled up at you and moved your leg so that it laid across his lap. “You know I love looking at your drawings” he said softly as he started to inspect your work. Steve gently traced the lines on your legs with his finger, sending goosebumps up and down your skin. Art was one of the first things the two of you had bonded over, in fact you had been drawing in your notebook when the gorgeous blonde first approached you in the Avengers tower’s cafeteria.
“Were you finished already?” He looked up at you suddenly, and there was a light behind his eyes that you couldn’t quite identify.
His question caught you a bit off guard. “Uhhh, I dunno. I mean there’s plenty of space left but I was quickly running out of ideas.” You laughed softly. “Why?” You bit your lip slightly as you waited for Steve’s response.
He arched his eyebrow and threw you a playful look, “Can I do some?”
Your face fell into a wide smile and you laughed, this man seriously never ceased to amaze you.
“I’d love that.” You bent forward and reached for the pack of sharpies. You readjusted your seat slightly and motioned at yourself with your best Vanna White impersonation. “Where would you like to work?” You quirked an eyebrow up at him.
Steve pulled his lip into his mouth as he looked you up and down, debating. Finally he reached out towards your shoulder and pushed up the sleeve of your t-shirt.
“Here.” He pressed his hands against your upper arm and shoulder.
Your cheeks flushed slightly, Steve knew just how to push your buttons in any situation, and when he was sweet like this you couldn’t help but turn into a blushing, giggly mess. It was these quiet, intimate moments with the supersolider you cherished the most, because those were the moments when Steve was most at ease, and the most like himself.
You held out the pack of sharpies to him, “Have at it, babe.” Steve pulled out the purple sharpie and you quickly pressed a kiss to his nose. He wrinkled his nose and blushed slightly. He poked your nose in retaliation.
“No peeking.”
“Oh what? That’s not fair!” You pursed your lips in mock annoyance and narrowed your eyes slightly. Steve dropped his head to the side and looked right back at you. While his puppy-dog pout was nearly invincible, you were determined to win him over. After what felt like ages (and after morphing your own expression so that it became more and more ridiculous) Steve finally cracked and let out a laugh.
“Alright, alright fine. You wanna draw on me while I do you?”
You shot up, “You mean it??”
Steve laughed again, it was like music to your ears, if only you could keep him constantly laughing. “Yeah I mean it. It’s only fair. Besides, I’d love to wear some of your art, doll.” He moved in close and nuzzled his nose against yours, causing you to giggle like a schoolgirl.
You pulled your lip between your teeth as you scanned your boyfriend’s ridiculously sculpted body for where you’d like to work. You placed your hand over his left bicep and traced light circles into the fabric of his shirt with your finger as you raised your eyebrows at him. Without a word Steve pulled off his shirt and you pulled yourself onto his lap so you could both easily reach where you were going to draw. You wiggled your hips slightly as you adjusted your position in Steve’s lap, and smiled to yourself when he hummed contentedly. You felt your boyfriend’s left hand rest on your hip as he pressed a quick kiss to your cheek. The two of you locked eyes for a moment, Steve brushed a loose hair from your face and flashed you a beautiful smile.
“I love you so much, Y/N.”
“I love you too. I’m so glad to have you back.” You kissed him gently on the lips, and as you went to pull away, Steve reached up and pulled you back in, deepening the kiss. Before you got too lost in Steve’s touch, you pulled away and wiggled your eyebrows at him as you reached for the markers.
You pulled the blue sharpie from the pack and got to work on Steve’s chest as he, in turn started in on your left shoulder.
For the next hour, the two of you traded markers back and forth, pausing every so often to kiss or tickle one another. You sang quietly along with the music as you worked, and Steve couldn’t help but look down at you and get lost in the adorable expressions you made as you focused on your drawing.
“Hey, I thought you said no peeking!” you taunted playfully when you caught him staring down at you.
“Sorry doll, couldn’t resist.” He pressed a kiss into your forehead before returning his focus to your arm; whatever he was doing over there it must have been pretty intricate, or it least it felt like it as far as you could tell from the pen moving over your skin.
“Well ya better focus on your own work, cause I’m just about done over here, Rogers.” Even though he wasn’t looking at your face as you spoke, Steve could practically hear the eyebrow wiggle that followed your little brag.
A few minutes later you leaned into Steve and pressed a wet, passionate kiss into his neck to let him know you’d finished your drawing. You felt his adam’s apple bob up and down as he swallowed roughly.
“I take it you’re finished then?”
“Mmhmm” you hummed your answer into his neck as you kept kissing him.
Steve let out a soft moan. “Just give me a second to finish up here doll, otherwise you’re gonna drive me insane.” Deciding not to torture him any further, you let your head rest in the crook of his neck, and you watched him as he finished his drawing.
Moments later, Steve brought his hand up to your cheek and brushed it with his thumb, you could feel him smile against the top of your head.
“You ready to see?”
You sat up in his lap and smiled brightly.
“Hell yeah. Are you?”
“You know it, doll.”
“Go ahead.” You nodded down at the drawing you’d done on Steve’s chest as you reached for a mirror.
Steve looked down at your work and couldn’t help but laugh with surprise at what he saw.
“Is that...?”
You nodded excitedly. “Do you like it?” You held the small mirror up so Steve could better see. Steve’s hand traced over the small ferris wheel and boardwalk you’d drawn over his skin. You had only been to Coney Island the one time when Steve took you there on a date, but from the smile in his eyes you could tell you’d done a good job capturing his treasured Brooklyn boardwalk.
“Doll... I love it.” He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into a deep kiss. He pulled back suddenly, and his eyes shone with excitement “Your turn.”
You bit your lip excitedly as you twisted to get a better look at your left arm, and once Steve’s drawing came into view you gasped and brought your hand up to your mouth. You were speechless. It started halfway up your forearm and curled just over your shoulder, and it was absolutely stunning. You gingerly traced your right hand over the beautiful bouquet of purple lilacs, pink roses, and red carnations, it was only after a moment that you noticed that in the middle of all of these flowers there was sparrow that had its wings stretched out behind it in flight. How Steve had managed to capture so much detail and beauty with just sharpies you had no idea, but you were absolutely blown away.
“Steve....” you looked up at your boyfriend, you were at a complete loss for words.
Steve smiled softly at you and took your hand in his.
“You remember our first date?”
You nodded, “Of course. T-the flowers, they look just like the ones you gave me... and we saw that huge flock of sparrows when we were walking through the park..”
“Do you remember what you told me about sparrows?”
You furrowed your eyebrows and shook your head slightly. Steve brought your hand up to his mouth and kissed it.
“When we saw those sparrows, you told me that in Greek mythology, sparrows symbolized true love... I think you said it was because of Aphrodite- but anyway... it just felt right.” He smiled sweetly up at you and you felt your eyes water with tears. What on earth did you do to deserve this beautiful man?
“Oh, Steve...” tears were slowly rolling down your cheeks now, but you didn’t care, “that’s beautiful. And this- this is absolutely stunning.” you said, motioning towards the ink on your shoulder.
Steve held your face in his hands and brushed away your tears with his thumbs. You giggled when he kissed you on the nose.
“I love you, Steve.”
“I love you too.”
You looked back down at Steve’s drawing and bit your lip in thought.
“I know you’re not big on tattoos... but how would you feel if I got this one done?” You looked up at him, hoping he wouldn’t mind the idea.
“Seriously?” he looked surprised, but you nodded enthusiastically and even bounced slightly on his lap to show your excitement.
Steve bit his lip in thought “.... One condition.”
“Name it.”
“You have to draw a sparrow for me to get done.”
Your jaw dropped and you opened your eyes wider than you thought possible.
“Steve! Are you serious?”
Steve nodded, he looked just as excited as you did now, “Yeah!... Sparrows mean true love... So we can’t just have one sparrow.”
Once again you were at a loss for words, but Steve crashed his lips into yours and kissed you, so words weren’t exactly a priority right now. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled yourself as close to Steve as physically possible. You carded your fingers through Steve’s hair, eliciting a quiet moan as he massaged his hands into your hips and back. In an instant, Steve lifted you from his lap and before you realized what he was doing he had you pinned between him and your mattress, a playful grin splayed across his face.
“So whaddya say, doll?”
You pulled him down into another passionate kiss.
“Deal.”
