#insecure steve

[3twindragons]

Insecure Steve Rogers...

[bucky-boo-bear]

⍟ Steven "Grant" Rogers ⍟

Jealous much(sub!Steve x softDom!reader) Summary: At a party, jealousy gets the best of you and smut ensues.

Double Date (Steve x reader) Summary: Bucky forcefully took Steve on a double date. How will it end for Steve

Dumbass couple for their daughter(Stucky x reader) Summary: Stucky's daughter gets her first period. The idiots freak out and go to their housemate for help.

It's never enough(Steve x reader) Summary: There is no barbeque, just him sitting on the dining table with some take-out containers, waiting for you. It’s your favorite. Why do you bother Steve? Everything’s gonna end the way it always does.

Birthday boy (Sub!Steve Rogers x reader) summary: Steve gets some action on his birthday. Maybe more than he asked for.

[Main Masterlist]

[simsadventures]

Yours Forever

Summary: You enjoy the summer with your boyfriend, Captain America, who, sometimes, need assurance that you’ll love him no matter what

Warnings: fluff, so much fluff, smut (MUST BE 18+ TO READ THE PART BETWEEN WARNINGS!, the warnings will be before and after the smut, so that those who aren’t comfortable reading, won’t have to), semi-public sex, jealousy

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 2402

A/N: This piece was written for the loveliest @the-soulofdevil​, who requested a one-shot for my 500 Followers Celebration, and her song of choice was either Love or Young and Beautiful by Lana Del Rey, and I kinda combined the two of them (I got carried away, I’m so sorry if it isn’t what you expected love). Also this is my first Steve fic, so be gentle with me. Hope you’ll enjoy it guys.

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Steve has been home from a mission for about a week, and you couldn’t get enough of him. It was mid-July, so you could spend most of your time outside, either beside the pool at the compound, or just wandering through the streets of New York, and especially Brooklyn.

Steve loved to show you around his once own neighbourhood, his stories revolving mainly around places where he got beaten up. You would always caress his cheek, letting him know that you were there and that even if he got shrunken back, you’d still want him and kick the asses of those guys.

Steve was always a little worried, that most women wanted him for his looks, once he got enhanced, and that nobody really saw through it. It was a huge struggle at the beginning of your relationship, because whenever you’d compliment his physique, he would always go into this defensive state of mind, and would be pissed for pretty much the rest of the day. You didn’t understand it, because, sure, his body was a blessing and you couldn’t look at it without your knees going a little soft, but other than that, you loved Steve for who he was, and not for what he looked like.

It was only when you found out what the problem was that you sat him down and talked sense into him. It was that night that you and Steve made love for the first time. Until then, you always fucked, but that night was a breakthrough in your relationship, and something shifted to the better. There were still moments when you had to remind Steve of why you actually loved him, and today was one of those days.

You were in front of the compound, being too lazy to actually get up and leave the comfort of what you now called home. Although you weren’t part of the team and were actually a nurse, Steve insisted that you were most protected there, that even if he wasn’t around, there were still other people who could take care of you, and there was also FRIDAY. You tried to tell him that everyone knew where the compound was, even the bad guys and that you were much safer in your old apartment, but Steve wouldn’t have it. He was probably the most stubborn man you’ve ever met.

You were laying by the pool, a big part of the team surrounding you, enjoying the free day they had. Earth didn’t need its saviours for a while, and they all couldn’t get enough of the summer in the city. You were in your bikini, absorbing as much of vitamin D as you could, trying to store in for autumn and winter, where you knew you’d need it. You just hoped it would work. Bucky was sitting behind you, chatting with you, both of you completely relaxed. You laughed at one of his jokes, throwing your head back. The guy was cheesy as hell, but his heart was golden, and you were glad Steve had him back in his life.

After a while, you looked up, your hand shading the sun from burning your eyes out of your head, looking for Steve. You could see him standing by the nearest wall, shadow on his face, both literal and metaphorical. You frowned a little and called his name to get his attention. You only got a wave of a hand as an answer, and you thought it was even odder. You knew he was excited to see you on your new bikini, white with golden circles all over it and with little gold beads on the straps. But he seemed to not care about your attire at all.

You excused yourself to Bucky, who just cocked his eyebrow, looking at his best friend. “Go easy on him, Y/N. I think he’s jealous that you’ve been talking to me the whole time.”

You chuckled and rolled your eyes. “Don’t be ridiculous, James.” He just made a gesture like you-wait-and-see, and let you go discover what was bugging Steve.

The closer you were getting, the more you noticed how rigid his whole body was. He was standing there like a sculpture, moving and perfect, with a very serious face. He was beautiful, just in his blue swim trunks reaching only his mid-thigh. But you couldn’t enjoy the sight too much, because he’s pissed off, and maybe sad face wasn’t fitting the image.

“What is it, baby?” You asked meekly when you reached him and tried to touch him but almost jumped away from your touch, the wrinkle on your forehead only deepening.

“Nothing, go back to having fun.” He mumbled, now pouting like a little child. Was it possible that he was jealous, just like Bucky said?

“But I’m not having that much fun when you’re not around.” You stepped closer to him, but this time keeping your hands to yourself, although it took all your willpower to do so.

“Yeah, you and Buck looked like you were having a terrible time, laughing like crazy there.”

You sighed, and even though he wanted to protest, you flung your arms around his neck and made him look at you that way. “Are you really jealous of your best friend, Steve?”

He closed his eyes, and you could see there was a fight behind his eyelids. One side won, the better one for you, and he let his hands grip your hips.

“It’s just that… I don’t know. Bucky has always been the one getting all the girls, and if there were two of them, they still wanted him and never me. And I’m just worried that you’ll see that he is the better man and leave me.” He whispered the last part of the sentence because tears were forming in his eyes. Your poor shy boy from Brooklyn.

“Baby, look at me, please,” you pleaded gently, and Steve obediently opened his eyes. “I love you with all my heart. Yeah, I was laughing with Bucky, but that’s about it. I laugh with you, I cry with you, I fall asleep with you, and so much more. And I’d do all that if you were the skinny boy again, because sure, the body of yours has its advantages, especially in particular area, but other than that? I care about what inside, and you’re the best guy.

I don’t care about your looks if we’re thirty, or two hundred. I’ll love you no matter what Steve. When we’re both old and wrinkly, I’ll love just as much as I love you right now, and maybe a little more, because you’ll have put up with me for ages by then.”

Steve was looking at you intently, drinking in everything you said. He couldn’t believe his own luck to have someone like you beside him. He knew it was stupid of him to be jealous, but sometimes, he just couldn’t help himself. Just like he couldn’t help himself now, finally seeing through his sadness and fear of losing you, and seeing what you were wearing.

“What areas are we talking about?” He said with a raised eyebrow and a smirk playing on his lips.

You had to laugh at that. “That’s the only thing you heard, you perv?” He wiggled his brows, and you just shook your head. He was in a better mood, and that was the goal. He leaned down to be on your level, his hands flying to your head and he kissed you with so much passion that you thought you’d faint right there. From the shy boy standing in front of you just second ago, he transformed into this dominant man, ready to devour you and show you who you belonged to. And you loved both versions equally, even if each of them with a different bodily part.

You let him take what was rightfully his, putting no obstacles in his way. You opened your mouth willingly, letting him explore it with his tongue. When he felt you were running out of your breath, he moved to give your neck the same attention he gave to your mouth. You were standing impossible close to each other, and you could feel his member pushing against your leg, getting some sort of friction.

Warning: smut ahead

You moaned softly, which only spurred Steve forward. He loved hearing the little noises coming out of your mouth, and he wanted to hear more. You, on the other hand, was very much aware of the environment in which you still were, his team-mates all around you, and because a lot of them were super-humans, you were pretty sure they could hear your every ragged breath.

Steve didn’t understand why you were pushing against his shoulder and wanted to continue with the activity at hand, but you pushed a little harder this time, calling his name as well.

“What? I’m having fun, sweetheart!” He said with a small pout which you couldn’t help but tried and kissed it away.

“So am I, Steve, but your buddies are all over the place and not for nothing, but I don’t need all of them seeing my bare ass, or worse.” Steve seemed to have thought about it for a second before he picked you up as if you weighted nothing, threw you over his shoulder and marched towards the door leading inside.

When he felt like you were far enough from the prying eyes, he let you stand up on your own. You looked around, seeing you were still in a very much public place, in a hallway. It was not the main hallway people would use when leaving the pool, but still.

“Can’t we go to our room?” You squeaked, but Steve wasn’t listening anymore. He was pushing the top of your bikini away, revealing your boobs. He growled at the sight of them, your nipples standing erect from the kissing session you and Steve had mere seconds ago. He didn’t waste any time, and sucked on one of them, while his fingers played and tugged on the other one. You involuntarily arched up against his touch, wanted more, even if you wanted it in the confines of your own private room.

Steve could feel the change in your body, the will to fight him about the place leaving your body, being replaced by sheer lust. That was the exact moment Steve waited on. He released your nipple with a pop and looked at you through his lust-hooded eyes. He smirked at you, and you knew what was coming, and suddenly you couldn’t give to fucks about someone finding you two. You just needed him, and he seemed to be as eager as you were.

He released his painfully hard cock from his shorts, rubbing it against your leg, as he kissed you again, conveying all of his emotions in this kiss. You could feel the love he was pouring into it, and you were drunk on it. He pulled only to put his forehead against yours. “I love you so much, Y/N. And I always will, I promise. Even if we’re now young and in love and it might seem like a plain promise, but I mean what I say. And anyhow, I’m basically an ancient guy now, so…” he trailed off, and you smiled up at him.

You gently grabbed his cock, rubbing your hand up and down his length, and from the hisses and silent curses falling from Steve’s lips, you assumed he enjoyed what you were doing. But you still wanted more. You pushed your panties away, not wanting to waste time pulling them down, and put your legs a little wider apart, for Steve to have enough room to operate.

Steve obviously got the message, as he grabbed your right leg and locked his arm under your knee, opening you even more. Then it was just easy for him to slide home. You were so wet, not only from the physical touch but also from all the confessions, that he didn’t need to prepare you at all.

He slid in with one thrust, revelling at the feeling of your walls clenching around him. No matter how many times you two slept together, he would always be little too large for you, and you’d still need a little time to adjust to his magnificent size. Steve waited patiently, until your hips bucked against his, giving him a sign that you were ready for all he had to give to you.

Steve didn’t hesitate and started thrusting into you mercilessly, both from his own horniness and from the possibility someone could walk in on the two of you.

He knew exactly how to make you undone in minutes. All he had to do was thrust deep enough to hit your sweet spot, and massage your little bundle of nerves, and you’d be gone in no time. For him, it was just the feeling of your velvety walls when you came that always did it for him. He always had to make sure you came before him, so he could marvel at the sight of you, in the highest state of pleasure possible.

And it really took him not even 10 minutes, before you were silently whispering his name, chanting it like a prayer, your face contorting in ecstasy. That was all it took for him to feel the wave of pleasure rolling over him so hard his toes curled and he gave a few sloppy thrusts before he was coming deep inside your pussy. He was breathing hard into your neck, both of you sweaty and sticky from the activity and the humidity in the hallway.

Warning ending

You could hear voices coming from the other hallway, and you snuggled a little closer to Steve as if to shield yourself from any visitors.

“You two done? We thought we’d play water polo, but we’re missing two players.” Bucky hollered at you, and your cheeks were suddenly burning, and you knew they were bright red.

Steve just laughed and kissed the top of your head. “Yeah, give us a sec, and we’re with you.”

“Sure, just be so kind and have a shower first.” You could hear the smirk on Bucky’s face, and you rolled your eyes.

“Asshole,” you muttered, earning a chuckle from Steve and a loud Ouch from Bucky. Damn them and their enhanced hearing.

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The Pre-Relationship Phase

Five times Billy found himself stuck in the pre-relationship phase with Steve; and the one time Steve realized they were dating. This is the first time.

“Your hands are so fucking small Stevie,” Steve barely refrained from jumping as Billy yanked the empty chair out from beside him, nearly clipping his leg in the process. “You really are as dainty as a princess,” he fluidly flipped the chair around, it creaked ominously as Billy's muscles settled into the plastic.

Steve was determined to ignore him, but Billy- as usual- made it impossible. He leaned forward, his chest pressed tight to the back of the chair and his hair brushing Steve's cheek. “What?” He flinched away from the blond, his cheeks burning at their sudden closeness. And then his words clicked from earlier clicked, “wait- no they're not!”

Billy rolled his eyes and leaned closer, his breath hot against Steve's neck. Steve quickly hunched in on himself, hoping to shield his face from Billy's prying eyes. He was writing an english essay and because of that, Steve was forced to wear his glasses, something he'd never do at home, let alone at school. But that was before all the bullshit. Before the kids and before Billy punched his lights out and made his vision even more shitty. Besides, Steve could care less what people thought of his glasses and it pissed him off that Billy of all people, was an exception.

And of course the glasses were big and chunky, the stereotypical aviator style glasses, so there was no possible way for him to truly hide them from Billy. Steve's sudden awareness of them, of himself- nerdy, fallen king Steve, and of Billy- perfect, bad boy Billy, had his self-consciousness rearing its ugly head. He unconsciously slid away. Billy followed.

“There's no need to hide princess,” Billy leaned even closer, his necklace knocking against Steve's shoulder blade.

“I'm not hiding,” Steve wished he'd sounded a little more mature and not like a petulant four year old who was just told ‘how cute they are.’ “And what do you mean my hands are small? They're not small dumbass. You just have big hands,” he glanced down at Billy's lap where the mentioned appendages innocently lay. “Unnaturally big ones.”

And the truth was, Billy did. His hands were callused and rough, his fingers thick where Steve's were, admittedly, thin. Steve had realized long ago that one of Billy's fingers equaled out to be the same size as two of his own. The night he had after realizing that, had been a blessing and a curse.

Billy also had the hands of a worker, where as Steve's were the hands of a musician- not that he played any instrument. The palm of each hand was littered with tiny cuts from repairing wires in cars to dark spots pinpricked where Billy's hands must have slipped when he was lighting a smoke. So, in a way, Billy wasn't wrong, but he wasn't right either.

“Let me see,” Billy reached out for his hand.

“What- no! My hands are normal,” Steve pulled away and turned back to his essay, his hands now resolutely tucked into his lap and under the table.

“Oh yeah? Gimme your hand,” Steve froze at the feeling of skin brushing against his own. Billy had used Steve's need for distance to close it and was now pressed chest to shoulder blade, his hand on Steve's. The hand not holding his captive was now draped lazily around him, trapping Steve in place and forcing him to lean slightly over the table, it was like a brand of fire across his back.

Billy applied a little more pressure to the back of Steve's shoulders, his hand now on Steve's hip, guiding him to lean against Billy's side. “Billy- what?”

“Gimme your hand Stevie,” he didn't wait this time. Billy scooped up his hand and held it out in front of them, his own beside Steve's. His breath caught at the blatant size difference, Billy's hand dwarfed his. With careful movements, as if he was afraid to spook him, Billy placed his hand over Steve's.

Steve nearly choked on his spit at the first brush of skin. He couldn't see his hand anymore, but he could feel the heat of Billy's palm as it pressed against the top of his. He could feel every bump and crevice as Billy entwined their hands, his thick fingers forcing Steve's apart and causing a pleasant stretch.

He released a shaky breath as Billy squeezed their joined hands. Steve quietly hoped Billy couldn't feel the nervous sweat that had instantly broken out at the skin contact or the way his heart was beating a fast tempo against his ribs.

His nails scraped along under Steve's shirt, until they came to rest on his lower belly. “A perfect fit,” Billy mumbled, his words were quiet and Steve probably would have missed them if it wasn't for the fight or flight response his body was currently going through. He wanted to say something, anything to break the heavy tension that suddenly sat between them.

But before he could, the library door banged open, the outside world unceremoniously popping the private bubble they had built. The voices of Tommy and Carol had Billy pulling away, but not before his grip tightened to almost a painful degree.

Just as quickly as the squeeze came, Billy was gone. His abrupt aloofness had Steve reeling, he clenched his suddenly cold fingers and didn't understand the wrongness he felt watching Billy walk away.

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Another (Chapter Five)

ADDITIONAL CHAPTERS HERE Enjoy :) ********************

Steve sipped at his coffee, eyes closed, head pounding.

It had been a rough morning already and the sun was barely up.

He had just gotten through the door from his usual five am run, and both Agent Coulson and Director Fury had been waiting for him in the conference room, ready to rip into him for the previous days mission.

What had started as simple surveillance with Sam over a suspected weapons cache in South America had rapidly deteriorated into a firefight that had ended with several people dead.

A blip in intel had given the guerilla fighters a heads up that a surveillance team was going to be in the area and they had been ready and more than willing to send the small plane dropping from the sky, holes punched in it's fuselage, Sam and Steve diving out and scrambling for cover.

The screw up hadn't been Sam’s fault, and definitely not Steve's fault, but the ruling officials were screaming for blood and recompense and SHIELD wanted to take their pound of flesh from Steve.

So he had stood in parade rest and let Fury yell until his one good eye was bulging, shouting about how ridiculous it was that Steve couldn't manage a single mission without blowing something up.

Had stood in parade rest and let Coulson sigh in disappointment, shaking his head and adding comments in with that always soft, somehow grating voice of his.

Had stood in parade rest with his jaw clenched and hadn't said a damn thing until Fury had exhausted his litany of curse words, and Coulson had had his soft spoken, razor edged say.

Then Steve had stomped upstairs and banged on Thor’s door.

“ Steven.” Thor was surprised to see him. “Welcome home. How was the---”

“I just got back from getting my ass handed to me by Director Fury.” Steve interrupted. “Tell me no, and I'll leave but I really need you right now” 

Thor had pulled him inside and shut the door, pushing Steve up against it.Then the big man had dropped to his knees and yanked Steve's running shorts down to his ankles, taking as much of Steve's cock as he could, slurping and licking until Steve had hardened in his mouth, then backed off, looped Steve's fingers into his long blonde hair and sat back on his heels, nodding in permission.

God Steve had fucked into Thor's mouth as hard as he could, pushing every bit of frustration into every thrust, pulling at that long hair until Thor's eyes watered, but the Demi god had just shoved a hand down his own pants and stroked himself hard and fast.

And when Steve banged his head against the door and came pouring thick and hot down Thor's throat, Thor had come all over his own fist, his groans muffled around Steve's cock, unwilling to move until Steve was ready to push him away.

Then Steve had just left , pulling up his shorts and basically fleeing the room.

And now he was embarrassed.

Mortified actually. Mortified that he had even thought to use his friend and teammate like that. Horrified that Thor had let him. Beyond upset with himself for leaving right after he had come.

Steve wasn't sure what they were doing together, but regardless, Thor didn't deserve to be treated like that .

“Oh.” Steve jumped when Thor entered the kitchen. “Thor. Hey, I'm glad to see you. Look. Um, I'm sorry about earlier. It wasn't right of me to assume that you were fine with that? And then I just left and--”

Thor crossed the kitchen and wrapped his arms around Steve's waist, careful not to spill his coffee, and lay a long kiss on his lips.

“Even in Asgard, with our different customs, it is rude to leave a… romantic interlude without at least kissing your partner good bye.” He scolded teasingly. “Shame on you, Steven.”

Steve flushed dark red. “I'm so so so sorry. I shouldn't have come to you anyway, hoping for--for that .”

“Why not?” Thor wanted to know, pressing their foreheads together. “Why shouldn't you be able to come to me and vent your frustrations?”

“Just feels like I was using you.” He said softly and Thor shrugged those massive shoulders.

“I would hope that you know by now you can come to me with anything. I would hope that these last few times together have brought us a level of comfort with one another.”

“They have!” Steve blurted. “I mean, I do feel comfortable with you, that's why I feel bad about--”

“Don't feel badly.” Thor tugged him closer into a hug and Steve rested his forehead on his chest. “I am happy you felt like you could come to me. Would you like to talk about it? Whatever it is that is bothering you?”

“Oh.” Steve said in surprise. “Yeah, I would. Um, thank you.”

“Well, why don't we go to your room. You can shower, and we can talk about whatever is on your mind.”

“Thank you.” Steve said again lifted his lips for another kiss.

“Mmm.” Thor rumbled. “I didn't enjoy coffee until I tasted it on your lips.”

As soon as Steve finished his coffee, they headed up towards his room, and he definitely blushed when Thor took his hand, lacing their fingers together as if they did it all the time.

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Thor stretched out on the bed as Steve showered, then moved over enough so they could lay side by side and talk.

Steve told him about the mission the day before, how he and Sam had been made before they had even had a chance to do any surveillance. About the awful feeling of the plane dropping out of the sky, and how he had just jumped and hoped he didn't break anything when he landed.

He told Thor about the civilian lives that had been lost, innocent villagers taken out as the guerrilla fighters had retreated through a small town.

How Director Fury had a way of talking down to him that made Steve feel like just decking the man, and then maybe running away because Fury always seemed about a half a step away from psychotic.

Quieter now, he talked about how disappointed Coulson always looked, as if Steve just wasn't the man the comics and trading cards had said he was.

“They made comics of me, you know? Stories and adventures and TV shows, apparently. And some days I feel like I must disappoint everyone, because I am not the man the books say I am.”

He picked at the comforter uneasily. “Lately all I want to do is not be Captain America and just be Steve. You know before the serum, I got beat up all the time but at least no one was disappointed in me.”

“Now it seems like I'm failing all the time, even if I excel at something a regular guy wouldn't be able to do, I'm failing at it because it's not as good as what they expect from a man like me.”

Thor just listened, and when Steve sighed from deep in his body, relieved to have it all off his chest and out of his head, Thor rolled over him, pressing him into the pillows and kissing him slowly, their lips meeting and parting in gentle touches.

“I cannot say I understand everything you are going through.” Thor said thoughtfully. “But I understand enough to see that you are hurting.”

“If it is any consolation,” Thor brushed his knuckles over Steve's cheek bones. “you are simply Steven to me. Strength and skills and history aside, you are simply the man I want in my arms. And that is something you can neither fail at, nor disappoint me in.”

Steve didn't know what to say to that , and didn't want to let Thor know how close he was to tears so he leaned up and kissed the beautiful man.

“Shall we have another, then?” Thor said quietly, teasingly, and Steve glanced away a little shyly.

“Another.” He pushed his hips up, spreading his legs and Thor chuckled.

“Excellent.”

Steve hadn't bothered to put a shirt on after his shower, clad only in pajama pants, and Thor made quick work of them, tossing them off the bed with an impatient huff and Steve dropped his head into the pillows and groaned as they moved together.

It was slow this time, slow and sweet and when Thor lay between his legs, when he eased first one then two fingers inside Steve's tight entrance, all the soldier could do was close his eyes and hold him close.

When Thor breached him, pulling a shout from both their lips because god it was so good, every thrust in and out, and every inch of long and thick filling him was so good that Steve just reached up and dragged Thor down for a long kiss.

And when they were close, when Steve was pleading to be able to come and Thor was stroking him, coaxing him through every pulse and wave of pleasure, when Steve was spilling all over himself and Thor was groaning as he lost himself deep inside…

All Steve could do was blink away tears, because somewhere between the first time and this time, he had started falling in love, and he had no idea what to do about it.

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Bucky was trying hard not to stare at Steve and Thor as they sat side by side during the movie.

They weren't even doing anything out of the ordinary, just sharing the same couch they usually did, Steve nodding off because he found a lot of movies difficult to follow, full of references he didn't get and Thor was watching eagerly, just enjoying the story line, letting the obscure references go over his head.

“What are you staring at babe?” Tony wanted to know, and Bucky cuddled him closer.

“Nothing sugar. Just thinking.” He hadn't told Tony about his and Steve's talk, still needing to come to terms with it all by himself, and he felt a little bad keeping it from his boyfriend.

“You're worried about Steve.” Tony said matter of factly. “Because he's lonely.”

“Um yeah.” Bucky glanced down at him in surprise and Tony smirked.

“So much more than just a pretty face, soldier boy. I might not say anything, but I notice everything.”

“You mean you say everything, Tony.” Bucky kissed him. “But I love you for it.”

“You said that earlier.” Tony whispered. “It was the first time you said it and you didn't even let me say it back.”

“What?” Bucky stared down at him. “What? I told you I loved you for the first time today? Tony that's crazy, I've loved you for months . You know that, right?”

Tony flushed prettily and Bucky groaned. “We are going to bed right now. Can't believe I didn't realize we weren't saying I love you yet. Then I just out and said it and it wasn't even romantic.”

He was muttering under his breath as he stood, cradling Tony in his arms. “Hey, we are leaving.” He announced and Tony laughed as they marched away.

“Those two are gross.” Clint complained, and Natasha frowned up at him from her cozy position on his lap.

“How come you never carry me off like that anymore, Clint?”

“Jesus Christ. For a super spy, you are awfully high maintenance.” Clint stood and tossed a giggling Tasha over his shoulder, smacking her firmly on the ass. “Good night guys.”

Just Thor and Steve were left now, and as soon as the door swung shut behind Clint, Thor was stretching out, tugging Steve down on his chest.

“Didn't think you'd be such a cuddler.” Steve mumbled and Thor laughed quietly.

“My dear mother used to say she raising a teddy bear and a cactus, and she didn't understand how two sons from the same family could be so different.”

“Loki is the cactus?”

“Even his helmet has spikes.” Thor complained good-naturedly.

“So that leaves you as the teddy bear?” Steve teased. “That would certainly explain all the hair and the extensive cuddling.”

Thor started to ease away from him. “We don't have to--”

Steve leaned on Thor hard, pinning him to the couch. “The cuddling is fine .”

Thor grinned, settling Steve against his chest, running a big hand up and down his back in soothing strokes. “This is nice, Steven. Spending time with you like this.”

“You don't have to call me ‘Steven’.” He muttered, his words muffled as he tried to curl closer without actually seeming like he was trying to get closer. “Sounds too formal for what we are-- for what we are doing.”

Thor moved until he was lying all the way down on the couch, and shifted Steve until they were lined up from chest to toes, Steve's head tucked in the crook of his neck.

“This is nice, sweetheart.” Thor amended. “Spending time with you like this.”

Steve was glad the lights were off because he knew his face flamed red.

By the way Thor chuckled, he knew it too.

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Double Date

Pairing: Steve x reader, mention of Bucky x Natasha Warnings: Fluff, insecure Steve?, bad writing? A/n: The steve in this is like his pre-serum self. Also, i feel like this is highly rushed.

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Steve's POV Steve wasn't really looking for today's events. But, had agreed just for Bucky's sake. Bucky was going on a date and his girlfriend was bringing along a friend of her so that her and Steve could be their "double date" as according to Buck. To Steve, he knew it would be more like third wheeling. Huffing, he stood up from the park bench and made his way over to the diner he was supposed to meet bucky and the girls at.

Upon reaching there he was shocked to say the least. Opposite Bucky and his girlfriend were sitting a girl. She was absolute gorgeous. The seat faced him allowing him to get a good look at you. Brown hair with a tint here and there of blonde giving your hair a natural shine. As he came close to table, he couldn't help but notice the deep brown colour of your eyes and the long lashes. You had a wheatish skin tone with a good tan. You had pink plump lips. He just couldn't help but imagine what it would feel like to hold you in his arms. But he quickly checked himself, there was no way you would want to be with someone like him. Skinny and pale. Even though his breathing problems had dissipated, he was in no way near to as good-looking as the other boys in the college which he knew swooned over you. How you may ask? Well, he recognised you as the most popular girl in the college Y/n. Clearing his throat as if to announce his presence, he sat down on the only empty seat around the four-seater table. The one next to you.

"Hey steve! I was starting to think you ditched us. Well, that you are here now, let me introduce you to each other. Girls, this is steve, Steve, this is Natasha, my girl, and that is y/n. Though I think you must already recognise her." He shook hands with both of them as bucky introduced them. He almost thought his breathing problems came back the moment he saw you smile at him. God, she is beautiful, he thought.

The food was ordered soon after as they all indulged in small talk. It came as a surprise to steve that you actually talked to him without disgust or without interest. Once the food came, the 'couple' took to talking, or more like whispering amongst themselves, smiling every now and then. As steve watched the two with a slightly scrunched face, he felt a nudge to his side. "Those two are disgustingly cute together, aren't they?", you asked. "Totally" "Hey! Do you want to hang out later? After we are finished here maybe? Only if you are free though, wouldn't want holding you back if you are busy now do I?". He couldn't believe his ears. Were you really wanting to hang out with him? "Are You sure you want to hang out with me? I am not complaining but I mean, wouldn't you want to hang out with someone better? I can get pretty boring sometimes. "

You chuckled and he could swear that was the most beautiful thing he has ever heard. "Pardon my language but the other guys of our college, if they are the ones you are referring to, are literal bitches. They think too highly of themselves and if I were to go out with them, I am pretty sure half their time would be spent in trying to get into my pants. And, in your case, I have talked with you long enough to know that you won't do either of those things. And not to mention, you are really, like really really cute. So, yeah, I want to hang with ya. Do you want to?" "Yeah. Sure" After paying for the dinner, the bill of which you split amongst yourselves into 3, one yours, one Steve's, and one of the 'couple's', Bucky and your friend left to God knows where while you went to the nearby park with Steve.

"So, Steve", you began, "Did you enjoy the so called 'double date'? Cause I sure as hell did." "you did?" "yup" "well, I enjoyed it too". A comfortable silence fell between you to but did not last long. "So....", Steve began this time, but you cut him off. "Anna do it again sometime?" "Double date?" he teased, knowing full well that was not what you meant. "No stupid! I mean... like a proper date. Just two of us. No disgusting cuteness" "Even though I think I am the one supposed to ask you out, I am going to say yes."

Conversation from there flowed freely, talking about anything and everything that is, until it was time to return. Steve was insistent on accompanying you home even after you reassured him that it will be fine. The walk home was quiet and comfortable. Both of you enjoying the other one's presence.

Now, as you stood outside your house gate, there was a hesitation in both of you. After a few mins you said, "Oh, fuck it!" and crashed your mouth on his, your hand going behind his face to hold it in place. At first, he froze, but then reciprocated it the best he could. His kiss was sloppy but that did not make it any less affectionate. After a few mins you both pulled back, just the slightest bit out of breath.

"That was unexpected. But I liked it. ", He said. You chuckled and said, "Before I forget, here is my number. We can discuss our next date over phone?" Smiling, he answered, "Sure."

Then, with one last loving glance turned and made his way to his own house, shouting 'Good night' over his shoulder.