#love steve

[charcoalhell]

shoutout to my middle aged average looking portland hipster professor who told me that the only music he’d listened to for six months was sleep token

[tonystarktinystar]

Steve Rogers pisses me off because i wanna be mad at him but then i see how hot he is and how beautiful his blue eyes are that i forgot that im mad at him.

[dingusandsmartypants]

God, we’re really the pining since early high school trope? Really? Now I officially hope they end up being purely platonic.

[marvelous-avengers]

Summer Nights

summary: steve loves summer nights

pairing: steve rogers x reader

warnings: fluff, steve being cute as heck, smut if you squint 

a/n: another little thing i had to get out of my system. enjoy y’all i love you. 

Summer nights were something else.

When it was a hot day but cool enough to have all the windows open and let the air flow freely through the space, the orange and pink hues just licking the blue skies as the sun starts to set, a warm glow just layered over everything. The setting sun meant that everything was turning in to rest for the night, to charge for the day and heat that would surely come tomorrow.

He’s sprawled out on your couch, a book in his hands as he looks out the window. He sees the orange tone to the world, feels the slight breeze filtering through the curtains and lets out a sigh. There’s music playing from your computer on the coffee table, something fun and soothing as the washer runs through its cycle. He looks over and sees you standing over the stove, something sizzling in the pan you’re concentrating on.

You had spent the day just out and about doing some small errands, a relaxing break away from your usually hectic schedules before heading back to your apartment so you could do laundry and clean a little. Sundays were special for you, for the two of you, because it was the one day you both had completely off from work and other priorities. It was your one day to relax, get your life together and be yourself for a full twenty-four hours before the work week started up again. Today you two had slept in, stopped by a bookstore, went grocery shopping before making your way back so you could clean and do laundry.

He takes his time as he admires you from his spot on the couch, and you are completely unaware of his gaze. You’re braless in a loose tank top and some boxers, half of your hair tied up. You may be focused on the task at hand but he knows that you are completely relaxed. He can see spots of the early summer sun and your walk home on your skin, can feel it in the air around them. You’re barefoot, of course, and discarded all your jewelry as well. In a sense, you are completely bare before him, the usual persona you put up for everyone else completely dissipated. Here, in your home, you are comfortable and letting him see a very intimate part of you, letting him peak into your soul.

The machine dings and he watches as you open it, still unaware of his gaze. You start to remove your sheets from the washing machine, pulling them all the way out and shaking them out a little before placing them in the dryer because that’s how my mother taught me how to do it. He knows this and watches you, completely lost in you. You finish moving the sheets and close the door, fixing the settings and turning the machine on. That’s when you finally sees him staring, giving him a small smile.

“Whatcha staring at, babe?” you tease, sauntering over to the couch. When you’re close enough, he reaches out and grabs your hips to place you perched on his lap, his book long forgotten.

He hooks his fingers underneath your tank top and holds your hips, his thumbs moving back and forth against your soft skin, his eyes never leaving yours. “You.”

You smile and scrunch your nose up before leaning down to kiss his lips. It was meant to be a soft peck, but you linger there for a second and he moves one hand to thread it through the hair at the base of your neck, keeping you in place. You cup his cheek with one hand and place the other on his chest for support as he deepens the kiss.

You pull away after a moment, cheeks flushed as you sit up. You bite your lip as you smile, and he feels himself grinning, letting his hands loose as you get up to return to the kitchen. He watches you again from his spot, and a warmth spreads through his chest.

This girl, this sunkissed and carefree girl before him is all his, completely baring her soul to him without even knowing or trying. He has seen her like this countless hundreds of times before, been with her like this before, for a while, but something feels different, feels special, feels more intimate. The warmth in his chest bubbled up until it was too much, the love and adoration overflowing and spreading throughout his entire body.

He sits up as you come back to the couch with a plate of food in each hand, placing one in front of him. You sit cross-legged on the couch and pauses the music on your laptop to pull up something on Netflix. He places a hand on your thigh and gives it a squeeze, kissing your cheek as you both settle against the furniture.

You had just finished your food when the dryer goes off, signaling the end of the cycle. You grab your plates and put them in the sink before going to the dryer to retrieve your things. You smile as you reach inside, grasping at the warm and fresh linens. Steve smiles himself, as he knows that you love the simple things in life and thinks again about how lucky he is. You shake the pale pink sheet and opens it as wide as your arms will let you, basically disappearing behind it, trying to keep the edges from touching the floor. It makes Steve chuckle and he hears, “Ya wanna give me a hand, love?”

He gets up from his spot and grasps the bottom ends of the sheet so they can start folding it. He brings his ends up to your outstretched hands, but instead of letting go, takes both edges from your hands and wraps you up in the sheet. He smirks down at your innocent face as a giggle escapes you. “Steve, what’re you doin’”?

He gives you a peck and there’s a glint in his eyes as he starts to walk backwards and says, “I was thinking that maybe we could do somethin’ else.”

Before you can open her mouth and ask what, you are plopped down on the couch face to face. You giggle as his arms tighten around you and he starts to pepper your neck with kisses. “Oh yeah?”

“Mhmmm.” It’s long and drawn out and sounds more of a purr. You sigh and close your eyes, letting Steve shift you around until he’s situated on top of you and the sheet is beneath you. He trails his kisses over your collarbone, up your neck and places one last one on your forehead. You hum a sound of contentment and he trails his nose lightly against the path he had just made with his lips. His lips ghost over yours, barely touching, before he pulls away. When you open your eyes, he’s staring down at you, almost dreamily, and your heart nearly bursts in your chest with all the love and adoration you feels from his gaze. The feeling that spreads through your own body is happy and warm and makes you heart feel like it grows twice its size.

Ever since he had come into your life, you have known nothing but love and happiness. You both knew that it was a commitment, that relationships were work, and you recognized that you were adults and had separate lives. But you were addicted to each other, and to you, he was like the sun. Always warm and bright, always spreading that light and warmth between them. If he was the sun then you would happily be the earth and bask in him all day and night.

You smile and reach up to cup his cheeks, and he turns his head to kiss your palm, his gaze never leaving yours. “I love you.”

He grins wide and lays his body completely against you, his arms bent and on either side of your head. His lips ghost over yours and that dreamy look is still in his eyes as he says, “I love you, too,” and presses his lips against yours.

The kiss is soft but conveys all the emotion behind it as his hands move to cradle your face entirely, essentially trapping you in his arms. You breathe out another sigh through your nose and shift, moving one leg to wrap around his waist. He presses himself harder against you in response, moving one hand from your face to trail under your loose tank. Piece by piece your clothes are shed and kisses are shared, skin pressed to skin as you are wrapped up in the bliss that is Steve and you. Hands reaching and caressing, squeezing and digging as your bodies move together in perfect sync. There is a need to be so much closer that is conveyed as you dig your heels into his backside, almost as if you two could mold into one, and hold tight onto each other. Kisses capture sighs and moans and Steve swears he’s never heard anything more beautiful than his repeated name as it leaves your swollen lips. He isn’t far behind you and as he climbs up and over that mountain you kiss any part of him you can reach, trying to even your own breathing. He buries his head in the crook of your neck and breathes, taking in your scent. You wrap your arms around his shoulders and keep him there, and as his heart calms down he places another kiss against your slick skin.

You two lay there for a while and run your fingers through his hair, and a cool breeze floats through the apartment. The apartment is aglow with a dimming orange light from outside, a lovely match to the mood and post-coital bliss surrounding you. You press a kiss to Steve’s forehead and his arms tighten around you, enjoying the warmth surrounding you as you watch the fading light spread out around you. 

[raccoonboywrites]

The heartbreak of seeing some tags for a fic that make your dick perk up like a dog only for it to be Steve and not Eddie

[k-slla]

Every day I am obsessed with a different Radio Company song. That's completely normal, right??

[depressedstressedlemonzest]

Steve has a nice juicy booty.

WHERE'S MY DAMN TOASTER??!!