Summary: You’re clumsy. Luckily, a hero moved in right next to you.
Pairing: Steve Rogers x fem!Reader
Warnings: clumsy reader, fluff, retired Steve
Catch up here: Stumblerella
Today, Steve follows you around the grocery store. You wanted to go to town to buy groceries after your last trip ended up in ashes. Literally. Once again, your shopping bags caught fire.
Yesterday, your car tried to kill you again, and we don’t want to talk about the sink spewing food at you. Your shower gave you only pink water, and your lights flicker all the damn time.
Steve is sure there must be someone out there manipulating your life to mess with you. No one can be so unlucky.
Ever the hero, Steve decided not to leave your side before he found the villain making your life harder. He doesn’t understand why anyone would want to harm you. You’re a ray of sunshine, friendly and kind.
“Did you listen, Steve?” You ask as he is engrossed in surveying the grocery store. Steve whips his head toward you, nodding slowly. “We need pasta and broccoli. Oh, and you wanted some apples.”
You check the list again, crossing out another article. “How about I invite you over for dinner? Your oven could explode or something.”
You giggle as Steve is worried about you again. Since he got to know that strange things happen around you all the time, he tries to keep you safe. Mostly by sticking around.
“I’ll get the rest of the list; just follow me around.” Steve takes the list out of your hand. He already manned the shopping cart, but you don’t protest. Steve was nothing but helpful over the last few weeks, and you don’t want him to think you’re ungrateful.
“Do you want me to cook for you? I could make a pie too,” you ask while following Steve toward the next shelf. “Maybe this time the oven won’t try to kill me.”
Steve chuckles, but worry colors his features. “You can come over to my place, and we can cook together. I’m not much of a cook, but we can try together.”
“You are worried my oven will eat me, right?” You playfully punch his upper arm. “I’m hoping the bastard won’t try anything tonight.
“Let’s hope for the best…”
Steve drove you home and invited you over for dinner a second time. You agreed and wanted to change clothes. He happily told you he’s going to prepare everything when you step inside your house.
Only seconds later, he heard a loud thump, followed by a scream. His instinct kicks in. Muscle memory helps him break through your door and run upstairs, only to find you helplessly lying under your wardrobe.
“Y/N! Doll! What happened?” He easily lifts the wardrobe, immediately checking on you. “Do not move. I’ll call an ambulance.”
“Steve,” you sigh because he came to your rescue once again. “I’m good, thank you. I only wanted to get a shirt and shorts, but then the wardrobe tried to eat me.”
Steve snorts at your words. “That’s it. I’ll bring you to my place. We will pack a few of your things, and you can have my guestroom. I want to inspect your house, car, and your surroundings. This is not normal.”
“I know.” You sniffle as Steve helps you get up. Luckily, a few bruises and a broken ego are the only damage the wardrobe did. “It all started a few months ago.”
“Y/N, when exactly did it start?” Steve looks at the wardrobe, frowning, as if nothing seems to be wrong with it. It’s sturdy. There’s no logical explanation for what happened.
“Uh—” You close your eyes and try to remember when the first accident happened. “I think shortly after you moved in.”
“I see…” Steve nods thoughtfully. “Let’s bring you out of here for now.”
“Tony, I need your help.” Steve is pacing his living room. You didn’t cook. Steve ordered takeout and tucked you in after dinner.
You easily fell asleep, knowing Steve is there to protect you. “Someone is terrorizing my neighbor. I’m afraid they are doing this because of me.”
He tells Tony your name and address, asking for help. Steve won’t let anyone hurt you. Not on his watch.
Samsteve is grossly unappreciated so I'm gonna add to the scrolling and link to the only Samsteve fic I've ever finished.
Got another started so maybe I'll get that complete in another 3 years. Wait, there's actually two. One an All Caps, the other a kinda smash fest with Sam/Steve into Sam/Steve/M'Baku/Bucky.
Anywho, my fic.
Sam's Goodies (2229 words) by JustStuck
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Captain America - All Media Types, Marvel Cinematic Universe
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Steve Rogers/Sam Wilson
Characters: Sam Wilson (Marvel), Steve Rogers
Additional Tags: Captain America Sam Wilson, Canon Divergence, Everyone lives/Nobody dies, Sam Wilson Recognition and Appreciation, Roommates, that's what friends are for, Friends With Benefits, Masturbation, sex toy, cum lapping, First Time Beta'd and They Were So Gentle, so kind
Summary:
I am going to ignore the MCU's incapability to let Steve retire without the dramatics of ditching the current timeline for Peggy. So he has settled down with the first friend he'd made on his own, the most spectacular Sam Wilson. They are close as roommates should be and perhaps a tad closer still. Please enjoy this work that was yet again influenced by the magic that is the MYSU Discord server. Shout-out as well to the very "friendly" way the ship was written back in the day. If I find out how to link to the comic panel responsible for this, I will definitely share.
A very special shout-out and thank you goes to Runzu who has always been a very encouraging one and was my first ever Beta! Most awesome they are!
Warning: Absolute filth, mi gente, mention of alcohol, SMUT, unprotected sex ( wrap it before you let .... tap in ), medium rough sex, recording sex and photo taking. spanking, facial.
So the inspiration came around thanks to this post Thanks to @blackmissfrizzle @rasberrylemon for encouraging me and @saint-bvcky for being my enabler.
You are at the edge of the pool, taking in the scenery. The pool blends with the vast ocean in front of you.
It is a beautiful scene, vast blue ocean with islands scattered here and there and the silhouette of mountains far away.
I’m still in love with you playing on the speakers. You sway to the rhythm.
“ I’m still in love with you booyyy”, you slurred. That wine is getting you now and you want your Stevie here with you but Stevie was not here yet, he was taking pictures of the local market for some fancy magazine about islands.
Who would’ve thought Steve Rogers as a photographer, art curator, art director ?
You smile reminiscing his first exposition, which was you and the clients of Jurnee’s beauty salon.
You and the journey of taking your braids off and giving care to your natural hair, with his Kodak Duex camera and with other cameras. Art circles and artsy people made a new meaning and something revolutionary out of it ,just as the shock of Viola Davis, taking her wig off in How to Get Away with Murder.
You laughed remembering, cause he did it out of absolute boredom when your friend, hairdresser Jurnee was taking care of your hair.
He was intrigued, you told him it will be a long time and process. Being the stubborn mule he is, he insisted on going with you. Only to be in shock how much time it takes and the procedure. His mouth was agape, when he heard Jurnee telling a woman, how much it was for her microbraids.
You never heard a group of Black women laugh that much at an expression. Steve Rogers, ex-Captain America, fought purple aliens, dropped from skyscrapers yet he is shocked at the price of microbraids.
You are a little tipsy so you step out of the pool, dry yourself and wrap your hair in the towel, like a headwrap. Dancing to your vacay playlist.
“Shake dat ting miss, Cana, Cana
Shake dat ting miss, Annabella
Shake dat ting yow, Donna Donna
Jodi and Rebecca
Woman, get busy
Jus shake dat booty non-stop”, blasted the speakers.
When you heard one of your favorite songs, You just had to get on your fours on the lounge chair and start throwing ass in a circle.
What you did not know is that a very sneaky, quiet Steve was there with his phone, recording.
Steve just sighs in content, seeing you relax, happy.
He takes his shirt off, just dropping on the floor.
He sees the bottle of wine that has gone down quite a bit. He chuckles in silent at that.
You are swaying your hips to the rhythm of those songs you love so much, oh but then you go on all fours and start moving your ass. He has an idea. He takes his phone and starts recording you. He does his best to be quiet, so that you don’t shy away.
After, coming back from the past, realizing that even going back in time cannot fulfill or make the what ifs come true. He came back but he still had a void. Sam and Bucky tagged him along to various social causes and projects to help the community and it satisfied him but still he needed the warmth of companionship.
One day he goes day drinking, just cause. He is retired and he can do whatever he wants.
You were the bartender and you clicked instantly . Your warm smile, the gold clips in your braids, your vibrant attitude. He felt something stirring in him.
He never exposed his layers to someone so deep and so fast. Maybe it was you and the Asgardian mead.
The rest is history. You have been inseparable since then.
“ Oh, what a sight for sore eyes, indeed ”, Steve sigh
You gasped, and stood up in a flash. When you turn around it was Steve
You let a breath out in relief.
“ Stevieeee”, you whine
“You have to stop scaring me like that” , you pout.
“Aww, I’m sorry, doll. Keep doing what you were doing, honey pie, you’re so beautiful”, Steve smiled again, while picking up the phone again. You roll your eyes, feeling your cheeks heat up but you do as told.
You get on all fours and start to throw your ass in a circle, you turn your head, seeing Steve in trance with how your ass jiggles. You turn around and bite your lip when you see that big tent in his pants forming.
Steve, on other hand, is totally forgetting how to breathe. You always leave him breathless with everything you do.
He loves this, that he only gets to see this part of you.
The way your white thong brings out your skin, the way you are moving sends shivers to all his body. You turn around and smile. He smiles back at you.
“ Come here, stop recording”, you faux chide him. Steve stopped the recording and put the phone in his pocket.
or… not”, You tell him, you wink at him.
He feels his breath hitch.
“ You sure, doll ?”, Steve breathes out, narrowing his eyes.
You love it, when he is so full of desire, the Brooklyn accent comes to the light.
“Let’s make a movie, daddy, not a silent one, full of color”. You smile biting your lip, you walk to him. You turn around and you beckon him with your finger.
He darts his way to you and grabs you, flush to him and kisses you.
It is passionate, fierce but slow and cadent. You feel all of him and he feels all of you.
You break up the kiss after a while. You are closed but you smile to his lips.
“ Your phone”, you point to his pocket. He takes it out and hands it to you.
You embrace him with his phone on your hand. You stretch your arm to the side , so you can record him kissing you and press record.
The glint in your eyes, let him know you are recording. You kiss all tongue, slowly, putting on a show for the camera. He nuzzles your cheek ,then he starts peppering your jaw with kisses. He dives in the crook of your neck and kisses , suckles and licks your pulse point.
You hiss and sigh with small whimpers concentrating that you don’t drop the phone.
“C’mon baby, you told me is not going to be a silent movie”, Steve reminds you.
With that he takes the phone away from your hands.
He makes you lay and spread your legs. He curls his finger and takes your thong off and throws it on the ground.
You talk a big game but when he makes you spread your legs, you still feel heated under his stare. He kisses your cheek.
You’re breathing is ragged.
He records how your center flutters around nothing, how you are glistened and glazed like an overflowing honey pot.
“Look at all that”, he says in awe.
“Fuck, all for me, baby”, he asks you looking at you
“ Yes, Stevie, all for you”, you nod, biting your lip.
He keeps recording how he slips a finger in you and withdraws it slowly and enters two fingers.
“Stevie”, you breath
“Hmm”, he just hums when you are moaning.
He withdraws the two fingers and pushes in three fingers.
“Daddy, please-, your moans die in your tongue. Steve is entranced seeing the recording and biting his lip.
Your eyes are rolled in that back of your head and your mouth agape. You are moving your hips up You whimper when he fingers you faster and faster.
He hiss with you.
He angles the phone to your face to record how your face contorted in pleasure.
You look so fucked out and he has barely begun. You whine when you feel his fingers slipping out of you.
“ Daddy”, you whine.
He licks his fingers, eyes closed, savoring you off his finger.
“So good” , he slurred
You just look at him, salivating.
“ I’m not done, doll, I am going to taste you”, he rasped
He hands you the phone. You change the camera so that it is recording him now. He blows a kiss to the camera and goes down.
You jolt and moan with the phone in hand. You grabbed the phone steady and he starts eating you like a starved man
“Yes, Stevie, make me cum like that”, you cry out and you push your center to his face.
His face flush against your center. His arms looped around your thighs. He looks at the camera, while giving fast tongue flicks on your clit.
“Ahh, fuck”, escapes you with high pitched sounds. You are squirming but he puts in your place. He enters his fingers in you again and you go cross eyed and almost drop the phone.
“ If you drop it, I won’t let you come all night, understood ”, he reprimands you.
You nod furiously.
He goes back to business, you are a moaning mess.
He sucks on your clit and slips his fingers in and out fast against that spot. Your thighs are shaking.
“Daddy, Stevie”- you shrill.
Everything is heightened, his lips on you and his beard tickling your inner thighs
You shriek, “Stevie!!” along with a deafening moan as you cum.
Steve eyes twinkle in the camera. It is the excitement he feels, because he makes you feel like this along with your taste. He flat his tongue, receiving everything you have to offer. He makes out with your pussy. You cry at the sensitivity. He smirks and then stands up.
He takes the phone from your hands, he saves the recording and then kisses you.
You both moan in the kiss, sharing the taste of you.
He breaks the kiss and grabs the upper cushion of the lounge chair.
He drops it on the floor.
You get the clue and you drop on your knees on the cushion. He presses record again.
“Take it out, honey”
You do it and it pops out of his shorts.
You love it. It is as pretty as him. Slightly curved, long and thick, head glistening with pre-cum.
You lick the throbbing vein on the underside, while looking him dead in the eye.
He exhales “ damn, doll”, with his eyes fluttering.
Little by little, you put his dick deeper in your mouth until you feel him tickling the back of your throat. He grunts “fuck”, when you cough, taking your head back. His dick is wet and glistening from your spit.
He is moaning, his hand a little bit shaky, holding the camera.
He guides your head up and down on his length.
“You like that honey pie, taking all of me?”, he croaks
You look up to the camera and your eyes smile while your mouth is full of dick.
He is a moaning mess, cursing and and his eyes close a little.
Your saliva coats your chin and the corner of your lips. You are teary eyed.
You jerk him and suck him. You gaped out of breath, you smiled at the camera, while jerking him off.
“ You like that, daddy ?”, you ask with faux innocence.
“You know, I do, honey pie”. He breathes out.
“Daddy, you are going to split me open with this” and you jerk him faster.
“ Yes, baby, I want to so much,” he croaks
You go for his balls and tug them and you flick your tongue on them.
He groans, “y/n, baby”.
You just keep doing it, while you keep seeing his mouth open, strangled moans coming out him.
“ Y-”, he can’t even form a coherent sentence. He just groans and bite his lip.
You are just bobbing your head up and down. Every now and then you lick the tip.
“Baby, if you keep doing that, I am going to cum, he rushes in a whisper
You stop and he stops recording, saving the recording.
He exhales a breath, and traces your lips with his thumb.
“You and that mouth”, he shakes his head grinning.
“ I love sucking you off, daddy”, you look up at him grinning too.
You suck his thumb and then stand up. He takes your hand in his, turns you around and spanks you hard.
You yelp, surprised by the slap on your ass cheek. It stings so good so you moan out.
He lands on his knees on the lounge chair. You sit in front of him. He brings you flush to him. He hands you the phone. You know what to do.
You start the camera, press record.
He is breathing you in. He starts kissing the back of your neck and nipping your earlobe.
His chest against your back. He snatches your biking top of you and starts jiggling your breast playfully. You both laugh at the camera. He kisses your cheek. You feel his beard tickling your cheek.
He caresses your perky nipples with his thumbs, putting a little pressure on them.
You sigh and your head falls on his shoulder, your eyes fluttering, you are still holding the phone. He says to your ear “ I love you”, honesty dropping in every word, while squeezing your breast. You put your hand on top of his and you say “I love you, too”.
“ Ass up, face down, doll”, he orders using his Captain voice.
Here I thought you loved me, hmm, you say with faux disappointment.
He laughs “ I love you so much, but let me show you how much with my body”. With that you stop the recording and save it.
You hand him the phone.
You are ass up and face down. He enters you while filming.
“Damn”, you groan. Your walls still need to adjust to him after all this time.
He breathes heavily.
Wine slow was playing on the speakers
“ I love it when you shake it, baby, you have the prettiest ass, show me how much you want my dick doll” , he grits out filming you and the scenery in front of you.
You shake your ass, almost pulling him out of you and then you slam your ass flush against his hips. You are moaning incoherent sentences, while you were moving your ass to the rhythm of the song.
“Stevie, daddy, I feel in you in- you moan- in my stomach”, you croak.
He records it all, he encourages you “ That’s it, honey pie, I’m all yours use me baby and he spanks your cheek. You whine. He takes your hip in one hand and starts thrusting his hips with madness in you.
You open your mouth in a scream but nothing other than strangled noises comes out.
He spanks your ass again. He moans when your walls spam around him.
“ Let me hear you, sweetheart”, he pants.
He grunts and groans, seeing on the phone, how much you are creaming for him.
You are whimpering, feeling him in your guts. You feel your inside getting tight, squeezing him
He groans “Fuck is like vice ” ,he grunts.
“Daddy, I’m close-, you cried out.
He pulls out, you groan in frustration: “whyyyy!”
“Calm down, baby, my hand is just tired, let’s go to the room, I put this phone on the nightstand and fuck you proper”, he explains to you.
You stand fast and he just laughs and you laugh.
“Eager little thing”, he bops your nose and you cast your eyes down, smiling.
He brings your face up with his thumb and forefinger on your chin and gives pecks to your lips.
You walk to your room hand in hand naked, the phone in his hand.
He puts the horizontally on the nightstand against the lamp and with the volume key, he hits the record.
You are laying on the bed and you receive him in your arms. You spread your legs real wide for him. You both kiss until you are out of breath.
“ I love you”, he pants.
“I love you”, you repeat to him.
He folds you more when his knees meet the back of your thighs. Your legs are beside your ears.
He starts pounding into you without mercy. The room is filled with his pants and grunts along with your cries. The sound of skin against skin.
“ You’re so deep, daddy”, you cry out eyes wide like you could not believe he is this deep.
“ Take it, doll, that’s..- fuck, ahh- that’s where I belong-hmmm- deep in you”, he gruffs.
He pistons his hips against yours, non-stop.
You can only fist the sheets and moan to the ceiling.
He look so hot like that, eyes full of love and lust with his hair hanging on front of him
He feels you squeezing on him and he lets out a long moan. He knows he will not last. He starts rubbing your clit fast.
“ You gasp and you start whining, “ Stevie, baby, just like that”, you croak.
You arch off the bed with a long moan, you drop your body back on the bed, you feel electricity from head to toe.
Steve pulls outs and straddles your torso.
You start encouraging him.
“ I am so dirty, daddy, I even let you film me daddy, you coo at him
He is just jerking himself fast. His eyes are almost black from the lust.
“ Paint my face with your cum, daddy, I needed” , your smile at him.
“Fuck, y/n, baby, fuck you are such a sight,” he pants.
You stuck your tongue out to him. He was done for.
He cums with a strangled mention of your name, and a long moan and groans.
You close your eyes, smiling spurts of warm cum, landing all over your face and mouth.
Steve mounts off your torso. He sits next to you. You sit up against the headboard.
“ Such a good girl”, he says in awe. He gets off the bed and goes to his bag. He takes his polaroid in his hand.
“Say cheese, honey pie,”
You smile big for him with your face full of his cum. The picture slides out of the polaroid camera. He puts it on the nightstand. He coos “ So pretty”, looking at the picture. He sits next to you on the bed.
He scoops his cum in his fingers and lets you suck it off his finger. He does that until there is no trace of cum on your face. He kisses you deep.
“ You think we did good enough for a porn”, you ask him.
“ I know we did, pornstars, it is their job, and they do a damn good job but we are different, It is love”, he assures you.
With that he stands up and he picks his phone and stops the recording and saves it.
“ You know, doll, I like this recording thing”, he says while wiggling the phone in his hands.
“I already know where I want to do it, next”, he smirks and winks at you.
“Oh..”, you blink your eyes in surprise with a hand on your chest.
“How about tomorrow in the deserted beach on the other side of town”, he smiles.
“ Loving on an island 2”, You say seductively.
You both laugh. He goes to the bed and lays scooting to you.
He lays his head on your chest and you run your fingers through his hair. Both sighing in content.
“You know, we have our clothes outside”, you remind Steve
“ I’ll pick them up later”
This is his life right now, enjoying the world he was once denied along with you and his friends. There is only the present and he will enjoy it.
Imagine Steve living on a farm with lots of animals
Batterthick mud splashed, covering the dusty car in a wet spray. The sportscar pulled to a stop, unrecognizable. Only minutes before, it zoomeddown the highway, bright red paint gleaming in the afternoon sun.
Lessthan fifty miles from the heart of Manhattan, the landscapetransformed. Endless farms divided by moss covered, stacked stonefences. Long meadows lie between rough mountains and dense forests.
Tickingas it cooled in the afternoon sun, the red car sat outside a neatwhite farmhouse with a long porch and green shutters. Nearby, therewas a flurry of feathers as a chicken the color of rust lifted off.It hovered only feet off the ground, to thump onto the hood beforehopping off, disappearing behind the car.
Twodark horses came over to investigate, standing by a tall woodenfence. Their big shaggy black heads, eyed the car, ears forward,listening. A larger pale horse continued to chomp grass, pulling upgreat clumps, and shaking it’s mane, gray tail flicking onto adappled rear.
Beyondthe house, a sky blue 1964 Ford pickup sat backed to a faded barn’sopen doors. Something moved inside the shadowy barn. Tony peered outof his dusty windshield, then popped the car door open. Stepping aleather shoe onto the dirt, he jumped back as two hound dogs camebarreling from the barn. Jumping and shoving, they were a flurry offur and slobber.
“Otis!Andy! Heel!” Steve barked, and the dogs ran back, still dancing.Steve stood outside the barn. His flannel and denim was a new look.The tight t-shirt underneath, still the same old Steve. “Hope theydidn’t scratch anything.”
“Notthem, but your chicken needs a manicure.” Tony joked.
Eyebrowraised, Steve walked towards the car near a tan speckled chickenpecking at a tuft of grass.
“Notthat one. A big fat red one. But, it’s cool. Should buff right out.How much damage can a chicken do anyways?” The fluffy red chickenreappeared at Tony’s feet, tried to take his shoelaces. Jerking hisfoot away, Tony stepped back. The dogs barked at Tony’s retreat.
“Whyare you here Tony?” Steve put a hand on one of the dogs to shushhim. “I have work to do.” Whinnying, the gray horse joined theother two. He stomped and pawed at the ground, shaking his head.
“Ijust wanted to see the farm. I hadn’t thought you would be out herethis long. I always took you for a city kid at heart.”
“Iam a city kid. I just needed some down time.”
“Downtime is going skiing in the Catskills. Going for a hike through theAdirondacks. This is starting a life.” Tony held out his arms tothe farm around them. Two tiny goats came hopping from the barn,followed by an annoyed tabby.
“I’llhave you know, Barnes won the pool. Said you would be out here atleast a few seasons. I put money that you would give up after threemonths, maybe four...”
“Howis Bucky?” Steve cut in.
“Fine,fine. He loves the new shield. You can’t pry that thing out of hishands. He redesigned the uniform again. More black, and guns, but heleft the white star. I keep trying to get him to ditch the redgloves, but whatever.”
“That’snot what I meant.”
“Yeah,I know... He’s fine. The ugly space giant just hurt his pride morethan anything. He’s coming to visit once he’s off crutches. Theway you two heal, that should be…” He checked his watch. “Tenminutes from now, maybe twenty.”
Turning,the gray horse trotted towards the paved road. Steve walked over tolook up the drive. Off in the distance, a motorcycle gunned it’sengine.
