ᴡʀɪᴛᴇʀ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: Let's hurt ourselves. This is what I literally wrote when I opened this draft sitting in my Gdocs. This is not canon to the source.
ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 643
ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: infidelity
A fresh flower bouquet wrapped in pastel shiny foils knot in twine, tucked underneath your arm, and a square box fudge brownies with a flaky top neatly cut, and wrapped in a box, hanging under your hand through a ribbon; in your other hand, you hold a large paper bag of newly-bought jeans, tops, and blouses, another paper bag with a new pair of heels, another pair of sandals. Alone, that’s what you were that day. Empty, that’s what you felt from the past few weeks. Relieving temporary through short glimpses of hope and happiness, but fast fleeting every time. That day, you celebrated your 7th wedding anniversary without your husband to share the moment with. How the house looked fabulous, full, and every wall decorated with picture frames, souvenirs from past trips; the l-shaped couch mismatch with throw pillows and stuffed toys lying around left around by the kids; the shelf stuffed with many books; their cats sitting plainly on the kitchen table; the fridge with many magnets, cups sitting in racks—but they were nothing when the owner feels nothing—rather it felt suffocating, too many stuff lying around, you wanted to throw them all, give away everything, donate them to local drives, strip the house until it’s reduced to nothing, peel everything off.
She caught a glimmer of Steve’s sweet smile, that familiar one that gives her comfort and peace in times where days pile up—to that one woman, a co-worker. When he winked at her, she gave an embarassing smile; all too well, that’s what he did to her, and she did the same. One look from him got them both folded. She was always with him in work activities, often by his side. As their own situation blossomed, her own withered; climbing fast like a vine in months, her own falling down without tell. Others knew before her, and he had already bed her before she found the affair through his co-worker. Confirmed through a message sent. Snap! It all came tumbling down after, reaching down below the surface, strucking her heart in the worst way possible.
How long?
7.
With whom?
Peggy.
Your co-worker?
Yes.
How could you?
It was a terrible mistake.
Why?
There she looked at herself that night in the mirror—like a cracking porcelain doll, weathered through the test of time, like a doll left under the rain where its paint began to peel and break. Her eyes are heavy, there wasn’t softness, her head was throbbing in pain from the days she endured all alone in a huge house.
So this is my fault? That I let myself down when I have a house to tend and a child to take care. We both signed up for this. We both knew the consequences. We both wanted this.
You peel a sheet of black trash bag, rubbing it off to open hastily through the anger you have been feeling. You drag your hands across the fridge removing the magnets that hang, letting them drop to the floor, rushing to put them inside the bag. You set down the cross-stitches that hang on the wall, your wedding photo, your photos before you got married. You drag all the souvenirs in the cabinets and tables into the bag. Everything you owned—your clothes, shoes, jewelry that you intend to sell—everything! What is left in the house is an empty couch, empty walls except their daughter’s photo, an empty fridge, a reduced closet. The house that was once stuffed had been reduced to nothing.
Steve came home that day, weary but with a sense of dread. When he entered the house, it was stripped of everything, except for their children's photos and stuffed toys lying on the couch after being piled over again by one of the children during their playtime. It looked nothing like the house they built together.
Warnings: fluff, tiny mention of our Stevie boy having to pleasure himself, swearing
A/N: I wrote this ages ago and wanted it gone from my drafts. It’s shit but have fun reading🙂
Masterlist
Steve knew he was in trouble when he heard your laugh for the first time, it warmed his body and melted the iron bars from around his heart. He followed the sound like a lost puppy, and when he looked through the windows he saw you.
Your eyes shined so brightly he was convinced they could light up a dark room. The huge smile on your face made your cheeks puff out, your hair was all over the place slightly looking like you had been electrocuted.
But to him, you were the most beautiful woman he has ever laid eyes on.
“-ah here’s Steve” Bucky’s voice pulled him out of his trance.
“Huh?” There was that laugh again making him all fuzzy inside.
“Come in then punk, everyone you obviously know who this is and Steve this is everyone”
“Great introductions Buck”
“I know” His best friend smiled before turning back to the class “I want Y/n and Donny to spar next, thanks” Bucky winked at Steve then whispered “I saw you watching her, you creep. You’re going to love her Stevie”
Before Steve can even try and defend himself he sees you getting into the ring with a huge guy, who was clearly ten times bigger than you, he’s heart stopped.
Watching you move around the ring dodging hits from your opponent, getting a few good shots in yourself he had to admit you was doing good considering how big this Donny guy was.
He felt a tinge of jealousy when you looked at Bucky and winked. He didn’t see it coming nor did he suspect it but when you walking straight up to Donny grabbing his fist as he tries to punch you, you flipped him like he weighed nothing. Steve’s eyes nearly bugged out of his eye sockets, his trousers started to strain.
He’s never been more grateful holding a stack of paperwork as he was right now, in his life.
As soon as the class was dismissed he rushed out of the room to go to his, pleasuring himself to the image of you that had ingrained its self into his brain.
“I’ve talked to Fury about bringing L/n on our next mission, he said I have to talk to you. So here goes, Steve I want to bring Agent L/n on our next mission. She’s great, amazing really. Top of her class and she’s a fast learn-“
“Buck slow down jerk, if she has your approval then you’ve got mine. But I wa-was thinking what about Y/n? She was great in the ring against that Donny kid”
Bucky tried his absolute hardest not to laugh or smirk at his friend “Yeah I mean she’s great and all but not like L/n”
“No that’s fine, bring Agent L/n on board but you stick with her the whole time okay” Steve tried not to let his disappointment known, he would of liked to of seen Y/n again - even talk to her would be amazing for him.
“Cheers pal you won’t regret this”
As the door closes behind Bucky, Steve slumped into his chair and sulked.
Their next mission came a week later and it was pretty simple; get in, arrest the bad guys, download information, get out. Easy.
Steve and the team was already on the quinjet and was just waiting for Bucky and L/n to arrive, him and Nat were talking about a film they all watched the night before, when he heard two sets of footsteps coming closer.
“Sorry we’re late, I had to sign off some more paperwork for this one, everyone this is L/n and L/n this is everyone” Bucky says.
“Terminator you really need to work on your introductions, I’m Sam it’s a pleasure to meet you”
“Hi Sam I’m-“
“That’s Nat, Tony, Wanda and Steve” Bucky cuts you off.
“I’m Y/n, it’s so great to meet all of you” That. That has Steve lifting his head, his brain short circuiting for a moment before his eyes went directly to Bucky who stood there with a smirk on his face.
“Aren’t you going to say ‘ooh it’s an absolute honour to be working you The Avengers, it’s a dream come true’?” Tony asked in a mocking tone which caused Steve to snap his eyes away from Bucky to the Billionaire.
“No” Your laugh caused him to smile lightly “That would be a lie well the second part anyway, my dream was to always be a fairy princess but-“ waving your arms out “that appears not to of come true.” Everyone laughed as Tony smirked and clicked his fingers.
“I like her, welcome aboard the crazy express”
“Thank you, Mr Stark”
“Tony, call me Tony sweetheart”
Steve didn’t know which one to kill first Bucky or Tony. Both as bad as each other really.
With the introductions out of the way and the mission briefing just finished, Steve pulled Bucky to the back of the quinjet.
“You didn’t tell me that L/n was actually Y/n!”
“Yeah, L/n is Y/n’s last name Stevie”
“Don’t try and be funny Buck! She sticks with me throughout the mission”
“But you said for her to stick with me…”
“I know what I said but I’ve changed my mind”
“Why?”
“Be-because…I’m Captain America” Smiling and raising his eyebrows at his friend.
“That’s true - oh just before I leave, you know tonight when we get home? Make sure you get FRIDAY to soundproof your room so I don’t have to hear you moaning out Y/n’s name again like the other week”. It was now Bucky’s turn to smile as Steve’s face went bright red.
“H-how?”
“Remember Captain America I’m just like you” Tapping his ears before walking off.
Steve bows his head and mumbles “Shit”.
Days after the mission Steve was walking down the corridor with you occupying his thoughts when he bumps into a person-
“I’m so sorry” The voice he’s committed to memory says.
“It’s okay, are you alright?”
“I’m fine, I wasn’t looking where I was going-I’m really sorry”
“It’s fine honestly. I’m glad I bumped into you actually, I’ve spoken with Fury about making you a part of the team, and he’s agreed”
“Wait thee team?”
“You’ll be a member of the Avengers”
“Oh my God thank you!” You jump into his arms throwing your arms around his neck hugging him.
He holds you tightly, breathing in the scent of your soft hair. Loving the feel of your weight in his arms and before he knew it you was pulling away and jumping down.
“I’m so sorry! I-that was so inappropriate and unprofessional, I’m so sorry Mr Rog-“
“It’s fine! I promise it’s okay, and it’s Steve I told you this”
“Still I’m sorry”
He hates the look in your eyes, he knew that he would happily hold you in his arms for a lifetime if given the chance.
It’s been a few months now since you joined the team, everyone welcomed you with open arms. Nat and Wanda loved that there was now another woman on the team. They both became your best friends instantly.
You became close to everyone especially Steve, if you two weren’t next to each other you’d be texting. And since he was always up before you he would always make you breakfast in bed after he came back from his run. Every Friday you would make him his favourite meal that is mom use to make, it took you about five tries before you perfected it not that Steve ever complained.
You developed feelings for the super solider early on, you didn’t mean to per say, it was his own fault for being perfect, and beautiful, kind, understanding even when he had no idea what you was talking about, did you say beautiful? Oh and he had an incredible arse. So really it wasn’t your fault, but his.
It was Saturday night, you and the girls were watching rom-coms in the common room when you heard Steve and Bucky talking.
“It’s just three simple words Stevie, tell her”
“It’s not that easy jerk, what if I scare her away and she never wants to talk to me again”
“You’ll never know unless you try, just tell her you like her, easy”.
Your heart sank into your stomach.
You knew you weren’t going to be that lucky woman who he confesses he likes but a girl can dream.
Despite the pain you’ll go through seeing him with another girl, you’ll be happy for him.
When he walked past the common room he saw you, Nat and Wanda watching a movie. Wanda was throwing popcorn at you as you tried to catch them in your mouth.
Bucky nudged him, mouthing ‘do it’. He didn’t even think about what he was going to say to you other than the truth.
“Go away, this is girls night” Wanda says as she sees the pair coming into the room.
“It took us half an hour to get rid of Sam so please just leave or we’ll result to violence” Nat speaks.
“I just need to say something to Y/n then we’ll be out of your hair ladies” Steve says as his eyes are trained on you.
“Sure what’s up?”
“I love you”
The silence was deafening.
“What?”
“I love you. Pretty much from when I heard you laughing when you were training with Bucky’s class”
“Is this a prank?”
“No. Why would you thin-“
“I love you too”
Steve stood there with a shy smile on his face “Re-really?”
“Yes Steve I love you too”
“Good, good. Okay bye”. All four of them sit there and watched as Steve walked out of the room and down the corridor.
“Did he just…”
“Yep”
Bucky laughs, says his goodbyes to the women and follows his best friend.
I haven't painted in a while. Like a long while. Working g digitally is a learning process. This isn't finished, but it's the best I've done in a while.
It's Christmas and you finally have time alone with your super soldier
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A/N: Thank you's too @empty-sigh(18+), @moderndaymystic, @sarahdonald87 (18+), and @babyjakes (18+), @daddyneeds-you (18+), @serephineh, @bloodbending, @fucktoyfelix (18+), @fandomfluffandfuck (18+), @quinnandersonwrites for inspo, motivation and reference content.
I do not write smut y'all. I was blushing all the way through this. Not because of the smut. Because I was writing it. I read things like this all the time. Writing it was an experience! But the idea had to let out and here we are. I'm glad all of these beautiful people's pages exist and help me through this fic. Thank you.
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“Y/N, come here,” Steve calls you from the living room, “What is this.”
You’d spent most of the afternoon making the living room in the rented cabin nestled in the woods feel cozy and inviting. It had been a while since you and Steve had had any time alone together and you wanted to make it special. You found an abundance of candles in the store closets and piled every cozy blanket and pillow over every seating surface and on the floor. You imagined Steve would have you moaning and writhing all over the room and couldn’t wait to feel the soft chunky knit pillows and faux fur blankets on your overstimulated skin.
You transformed the living room while Steve was outside chopping firewood. While you raced around the cabin for supplies, you stopped for a moment to watch him through a window that looked out over the yard. You felt your breath quicken as he swung the axe up and over his head as if it were nothing, easily gliding through log after log, the large snowflakes steadily falling around him. Something about the steady and repetitive thwack of the axe caused your attention to hone in on the space between your thighs. Nothing about the simple act of chopping wood should have made you feel aroused but your body tingled in all the right places as you watched Steve’s muscles work under the tight, long-sleeved shirt he wore as he worked through the pile of wood.
When Steve came back in, you’d pretended nothing was going on as he placed the basket filled with the large pile of wood he carried inside. You handed him a steaming hot cup of coffee and diverted him from the living room by telling him you’d started the shower so that it would be nice and warm. He kissed you sweetly and headed off to the shower none the wiser to what you’d been up to. You were supposed to be making Steve an apple pie while you’d been purposefully redecorating. You tried to make up for lost time weaving the lattice top and didn’t hear him as he snuck by, finding your surprise before you had meant to reveal it.
“With the way that snow is coming down out there, I thought we could spend some time together however you’d like,” you said feigning innocence, “You’ve just finished a long mission, Steve. I thought maybe I could help you relax.”
Steve looks around the room, taking in the near fire-starting amount of candles and all the plush items before turning to look at you, “You did all this for me, dollface?”
You nod sweetly in reply and slowly unbutton the thick cable knit cardigan you’d had on to keep warm. Underneath, you had on a cropped wrap top that gently cupped your naked breasts and a long peasant skirt that would easily slip from your body the minute you unbuckled the belt from your waist. You shivered slightly as the warmer material fell to the ground. When you saw Steve's eyes darken as he took in your exposed skin you knew that you’d be warm enough soon. It wasn’t just the sight of your exposed body that was turning his mood. It was the sight of every tattoo on your skin.
The first time you'd done anything sexual with Steve, he'd paid special attention to the places where your original tattoos were. When you’d met him, you’d only had a few simple, small tattoos. The change in his mood over the few lines of ink surprised you. He gripped your hip almost too roughly where you had an outlined heart. He licked and nipped at your skin with his teeth, alternating between your sensitive nipples and catching your skin just below the swell of your breasts where you had a line of text. His large hands securely held down and stroked your wrist where you had your favorite book quote as he drove into you. Long gone was the good ‘ol boy routine that had swept you off your feet. It was replaced with something primal, darker, and hungry.
Afterward, he’d asked you about them. It wasn’t just curiosity. Steve wanted to know what they meant. Wanting to know why you got them. Wanted to know how you felt when you were getting them. It made you feel as if he was making sure that your tattoos were not connected to anyone other than you. That was when he confessed to you how much he liked tattoos. Told you about how it made him feel, to see the ink permanently there on someone’s skin. How hard it made him to see something he’d drawn on someone's skin. How uncontrollably he felt when he saw it if he’d put it there himself. How much the idea of permanently marking someone like that turned him on.
He’d confessed how badly he’d wanted one himself but never could because the super soldier serum running through his veins was constantly healing him and erasing any ink he’d put on his skin. You’d asked him if he wanted to do that to you, to mark your skin. That was the first time you’d seen his mood turn like this, a dark lust building in his eyes. They burned with the desire that heated you to your core. He was back on you before you realized, filling your already aching cunt with his quickly hardening cock, his voice several octaves lower cut right through you as he said over and over again ‘yes’, ‘mine’, ‘gonna mark you’, ‘all fucking mine’.
That was when he started lovingly mapping out the tattoos that adorn your skin now...
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Summary: babysitting Morgan with Steve gets a little bit out of control.
Word count: 1,637
Warnings: fluff
Masterlist
“The number for the hotel is this one, the number for the restaurant we’ll be at is here, and this is her physicians numb- Y/n are you even listening?” Pepper asks as she notices you staring off.
“Yeah you said the number for hotel, restaurant and the morgue is on this nice fancy piece of paper”.
“You’re hilarious you know?”
“I know, look Pep it’s not the first time I’ve had the pleasure of babysitting Carly so don’t worry”
“Who the hell is Carly?” Tony asks as he walks in with your boyfriend, Steve.
“Umm your daughter, Pep sorry to tell you this but your husbands losing his mind”
“Doll stop winding them up” Steve chuckles coming over to you.
“I can’t help it, anyways I say this in the most nicest way possible but you two leave, eat food that cost way more than my apartment and top it off by having mind blowing s-“
“Alright alright we’re leaving Jesus Christ” Pepper practically shouts.
Tony hands Pepper her coat and purse as he calls for Morgan to come and say goodbye.
“Be good and we love you” Pepper says kissing her daughters cheek.
“Who me or auntie Y/n?” Morgan asks with her eyebrow slightly raised.
“Both.” Tony laughs.
The moment the door closes Morgan grips your hand in hers and drags you to her play room, talking a mile a minute.
“-then we’ll play dress up and then we’ll play with my dolls and-“
“Morg slow down sweetie” you say chuckling at the six year old.
“-and we’ll have nuggets and fries and…where’s uncle Stevie?”
“I’m here sweetheart, I was getting your juice for you”. He says and sure enough he had a juice box and a drink for the two of you.
“Thanks uncle Stevie”
“You’re welcome, so what’s the plan tonight then girlies?”
As Morgan retells her plans to him you stand and watch as the six foot super solider holds a pink bunny teddy in his hands, getting ready to hold the elephant teddy as Morgan hands them to him. You couldn’t help but take your phone out of your pocket and snap a few photos of him.
“What are you doing pretty girl?” He asks you after being handed the elephant and now crocodile teddy.
“Oh nothing pretty boy” winking at him as his cheeks start to turn a little shade of red.
Playing dress ups were done after 30 minutes as Morgan got bored of it.
Then you three played doctors, it was your turn to be the patient. You only went to the pretend hospital with a really bad tummy ache and left with an amputated leg. Thanks to Doctor Morgan and her assistant Steve - I wouldn’t recommend going there, ever.
Playing with her dolls was over with pretty quickly as all the dolls were tired and needed a nap.
Steve left Morgan’s playroom - which looked more like a toy store - to make dinner for the three of you, leaving you and Morgan sitting on the very comfortable bean bags.
“Auntie Y/n can I ask you something?”
“Of course pudding”
“When will you and uncle Stevie have babies?“
Ah the good old question your asked constantly now you’ve been dating Steve for five years. Explaining to adults was easy, it mainly consists of you telling them to mind their own business - not necessarily that politely - but explaining it to a six year old? That’s new territory, she’s never asked it before.
“I’m not sure sweetheart” is all you can say.
“Do you like babies?”
“No”
“Why?”
“Because they’re smelly”
“I wasn’t smelly” she laughs.
“Morg you was the smelliest baby in the whole world!”
Her cheeks puffed out as the smile grew more and more “no I wasn’t”
“I’m not lying to you”
“Auntie Y/n, where do babies come from?”
Oh boy. This whole conversation was throwing you off.
“Aliens” you even winced at your own reply.
“Aliens?” She raises her eyebrow reminding you so much of her father.
“Yep. Aliens come and drop off babies to parents”
“How do they make them?”
This girl was killing you.
“Magic?”
“Magic.” She gives you a deadpan look as you nod.
The second you heard Steve call for you two, you practically ran out of the room.
During dinner Morgan told Steve all about where babies came from and how they were made, his eyes looked over at you and with a straight face you nodded, agreeing with the girl.
“Auntie Y/n uncle Stevie” Morgan’s voice trailed down the corridor.
“What’s up?” You asked as you walked down to where she was.
“It’s time to paint”.
“Oh sweetie I don’t think that’s a good idea” Steve says softly.
It wasn’t. The last time you three painted together things…kinda got a little out of hand. Paint was everywhere. All over the floor, walls and even the ceiling.
Tony and Pepper weren’t happy.
“But please uncle Stevie!”
“Maybe if we do damage control it won’t be as bad as last time?” You asked, the pleading in Morgan’s voice chipped away at your heart.
“Babe, we said that last time”
“It’s okay uncle Stevie. I’ll sit in the corner” you both watch as she walks over to the corner and sits down with a huff.
“I’m not giving in Y/n!”
“Nope neither am I…but she looks so sad”
“Alright fine! But the moment things get out of hand we put everything away okay!”
“Yes yes thank you uncle Stevie your the best”
Steve places a kiss to her forehead and watches as she goes to her paint stand, pulling tub and tub out. “I was talking to you too doll”.
“I’ll behave, scouts honour”.
The three of you had been painting for well over an hour, showing each other your paintings after you finished them.
You were adding the last little bit of detail to your latest masterpiece when you felt something splattering across your face.
“Was…that…what…I…think…it…is” looking up from your work to Steve and Morgan who both sit there trying to contain their laughter.
“I won’t ask again you two”
“It’s paint auntie Y/n” Morgan bursts out laughing.
“I’m sorry doll but she told me to do it”
“Yo-you threw paint at me? Steven!”
“Oh oh you’re in trouble” Morgan sings looking towards Steve.
“Babe, Morgan told me to d-“
You cut him off with flicking your brush at him, leaving pink splashes of paint on his face.
He actually had the audacity to looked shocked whilst you smirked.
Morgan’s laughter filled the whole room but she too falls victim when you and Steve flick paint at her.
All three of you come to a stand-off. Eyes bouncing from one another. Armed and ready with paint. Silently daring each other to be the first one to make a move.
Morgan’s the first one to attack.
Brushes were long gone as hands were going into the larger tubs so you can get your next victim easier.
The screams and laughter fills the whole penthouse.
You stalked towards Morgan who was laughing whilst pleading for you not to get her, you was about to reach out for her when her eyes went wide, bouncing from you and behind you. Her arms went out and she started muttering.
Deciding to look behind you, you see your ever so loving boyfriend smiling at you.
When you see his hands it becomes your turn for your eyes to open wide like saucers and you’re moving away from Morgan.
His hands are dripping in green paint.
"Do not touch me!" You speak lowly.
“I wasn’t”
“I mean it Steve do not touch me!”
“I wasn’t!”
“Back up. Now, Steve!”
Morgan stands there eyes still wide and in fact they somehow grow even more. She doesn’t know whether to laugh or cry. She’s finding the whole situation funny, her aunt and uncle slowly moving around the room - her auntie trying to escape her uncle whilst he tries to catch her - at six years old she’s smart, she knows that if her uncle puts his green hands on her auntie it’s going to take her auntie forever to get it all off.
“I’m not doing anything baby!”
“Morgan…give me some more paint” Morgan listens and finally moves, going straight for the pink paint. “Thanks sweetie”.
“Babe you’re overreacting, I wasn’t going to do anything”
“Ov-overreacting? How dare you!”
Morgan watches as her favourite auntie and uncle move closer to each other now that Y/n had more paint to her hands. Even though she’s six years old she knows, she knows that after tonight she won’t be seeing the pair for a few weeks.
You and Steve were about to pounce on each other when you feel cold liquid drenching the pair of you.
Shocked you look to the side where Morgan stands with a grimace on her face. The now empty tub of green paint tightly held in her hands.
Before anyone can say anything the door comes open and a scream breaks the silence.
Pepper.
“Oh my… I think I’m having a heart attack!”
The three of you had gotten so carried away with the battle you were in that you didn’t realise how much paint was getting everywhere.
It was so much worse than last time.
So much worse.
“That was so fun auntie and uncle, we should do it again next time”
You, Steve and Morgan are in different parts of the room. Scrubbing and cleaning up all the now dried paint off.
“There’s not going to be a next time” Tony’s voice says but looking around the room you don’t see him. “Top left corner” you could practically hear the eye roll he did.
