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Give Me Some Sugar Masterlist

Steve Rogers AU

Sugardaddy! Steve Rogers x Sugarbaby! Reader.

Summary: When young Y/n gets fired from one of her jobs she struggles to make enough money for college loans and other bills, that’s when she meets Steve. What Steve is looking for isn’t exactly a relationship, he just wants someone to look pretty in his arms and take care of his needs without asking many questions about his job.

Series Warnings: Salty reader, age gap, sugardaddy and sugarbaby relationship and all the chaos that comes with it, SMUT (Obviously. Don’t try tell me you didn’t see that coming, Karen.), asshole people (Yup that’s a warning.), language, more will be added later to the chapters.

CHAPTER ONE 

CHAPTER TWO 

CHAPTER THREE 

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX 

CHAPTER SEVEN

Give Me Some Sugar

Steve Rogers AU

Series Masterlist

Sugardaddy! Steve Rogers x Sugarbaby! Reader.

Summary: When young Y/n gets fired from one of her jobs she struggles to make enough money for college loans and Bills, that’s when she meets Steve. What Steve is looking for isn’t exactly a relationship, he just wants someone to look pretty in his arms and take care of his needs without asking many questions about his job.

Series Warnings: Salty reader, age gap, Sugardaddy, and Sugarbaby relationship and all the chaos that comes with it, SMUT (Obviously. Don’t try to tell me you didn’t see that coming, Karen.), asshole people (Yup that’s a warning.), language more will be added later to the chapters.

Characters (as per the chapter): Y/n (Duh), Steve Rogers (Duh again), 

Words: 6,764. (I’m sorry but this is what this is. Deal with it, Karen.)

Chapter Warning: Language, a little bit of size kink, innocence kink (I have no idea if that’s a thing or not.), again a bad description of law studies, I gave a specific home town to the reader just for of the sake of the story, please don’t get mad at me. 

By the way, Y/l/n means your last name or surname, although I know all of you are very smart and experienced so you didn’t need me to tell you that.

CHAPTER THREE

As you stood in that elevator and it went upwards, you were waiting for it to stop on the 33rd floor, your hands clutching on your dress like your life depends on it. You looked at yourself one more time in the glass wall of the elevator and realized you were chewing on your lips so you released it for the sake of your makeup. As the elevator finally came to a stop you quickly took one last look at yourself before walking out of it to the most beautiful scenery you have ever seen with your naked eyes. All the walls were made of glass you could see the whole city from up here. The lights were dim. It was just beautiful but what surprised you the most was there was no other person there besides you and well, Steve.

As soon as Steve saw you he stood up from his place, his eyes soaking you in. They lingered on your face before doing a once-over of your whole body. Damn, he looked good. Wearing a dark blue button-up shirt which was as always a little too tight for him, and his black tie was a little loose around his neck. Cuffs were folded to his elbow making his arms look stronger than ever. You have never even thought that you would ever want to be squeezed by someone, but here you are wanting him to just wrap his big arms around you and pull you into his strong chest. You could literally see his pecs and bulging bicep from the shirt. You noticed that he had shaved his stubble too which made you wanna reach out and caress his face.

“Hello, Mr. Rogers.” You said in a seductive voice as you walked up to him, feeling a little more confident by his reaction. 

“Hi, beautiful.” He said before proceeding to pull out your chair for you.

“Thank you, kind sir.” You said and sat down and then he took his seat as well.

“As much as I like hearing those things from your lips, I would settle for just Steve for now.” He said, and there was it again. That authority that turns you on, making you squeeze your thighs together. “You look really beautiful, Y/n.” He said not taking his eyes away from yours.

“Thank you, you don’t look bad yourself......Steve.” His name felt so nice rolling off your tongue, suddenly all he ever wants to hear was you screaming his name as he pounced into you.

“I hope you like french.” He said.

“Oh, I love french.” You replied and a smirk formed on his lips. 

He was about to make a remark when one of the servers came in with menus in his hands. “Here are the menus, Sir, ma’am. Just ring that bell when you are ready to order. Is there anything else that I can help you with?” He said placing two food menus in front of the two of you and one drinks menu in the middle.

“No, thank you very much.” You smiled politely at him and he went away.  You realized Steve was looking at you with a smile on his face. “What is it?” 

“You are really good with people.” He said.

“Well, I have to be good with people for a living. I am a barista and I was a waitress myself before I got fired.” You gave him the information and his smile turned into a little frown.

“You got fired?”

“Yup, on my birthday, the day........we met.” You say and you could see the glint of mischief in his eyes by just a little mention of that day.

“Why?”

“No reason, my manager was a dick and he got jealous because I had two jobs and was earning more than him.” You replied opening your menu. Thankfully you were a waitress before so you had no problem recognizing the french cuisine on the menu.

“Well, he does sound like a dick.” He said making you giggle. 

“Steve? Why is there no one here other than us?” You asked looking around the big secluded area. How is this restaurant doing so well if no one comes here? You thought to yourself.

“Because I booked all of it.” He replied casually and you almost choked on your own saliva as you looked at him with wide eyes. 

“You booked the whole restaurant?” You tried not to be too loud.

“No, why would I do that? I just booked this floor.” He said going through the wine menu.

“Well, that’s not any better, Steve. You can’t book the whole floor just for a dinner.”

“Actually I can, Doll. And I did.” He said with a proud smirk. 

“Why?” 

“Because I don’t like too much noise while admiring a gorgeous view.” His answer made you speechless as a heat creeping up to your face. God, he was so straight and smooth with his words. You looked away from him as if you were trying to hide from his gaze, not because it was uncomfortable or something but because it was so overwhelming. You never felt like this before, not even when you were with Brock, and you thought he was your one true love. “Would you like me to order our drinks now, Ms. Y/l/n?” He asked with a smirk, very satisfied by your reaction.

“Yes, please,” you said.

“What kind of wine would you like?” He asked looking at the menu.

“Depends. What kind’s better?” She asked making him raise an eyebrow.

“You’ve never had wine before?” 

“I just turned 21, Steve. There are a lot of things that I’ve never had.” You said and Steve couldn’t help but wonder what are the things you’ve never have, you were much more innocent than you let on, were you a virgin? Steve wouldn’t lie, his cock twitched at the thought of you being a virgin. Although it wouldn’t matter if you weren’t one, for him you were still the most innocent person in the world.

“Okay, then let’s start with the most basic ones.” He said putting aside the wine menu and pressing the bell. It was as if the server was standing just behind you because he was there less than 5 seconds. 

“Are you ready to order your drinks, sir, ma’am?” 

“Yes. May I get the finest of your red and white wine?” Chris said.

“Yes, Sir. Anything else?” He asked and Steve shook his head. “Ma’am?”

“No, thank you.” with that he went away

“So, tell me, y/n, where are you from?” He asked and he genuinely sounded interested in it. To be honest no one ever sounded that interested in your life, ever. At least not on the first date, most of them expected to get in your pants. Or at least for you to suck them off in the front seat of their car while they drive you home. Even Brock. God every time you think about him you can’t help but wonder what the hell did you ever see in him in the first place. 

“It's a small town in Idaho I’m pretty sure you’ve never heard of.”

“Try me.”

“Ketchum. But we moved to Queens when I was in middle school.” You replied.

“Ah, you don’t say.” He said in a surprised voice. 

“You don’t have to pretend you know where that is, I won’t be offended.” You said with a smirk. 

“I’m not pretending, I do know where that is.” He said as the waiter approached you but neither of you took your eyes off of each other. He placed two glasses in front of you and poured both red and wine in them before doing the same with Steve. He put the bottles between you two and went away.

“Really?” You asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Ya, it's near sun valley right?” He asked and you were surprised at his knowledge, and now suddenly you were more attracted to him. 

“Yes actually, it is.”

“See I told you you would be surprised.” He said with a cocky smirk. “Now let’s drink to that. What you wanna try first?” He asked and you held up the white wine. He followed your lead and waited for you to finish your drink to see your reaction with an amused smile on his face. You tilted your head and gulped back the whole glass. You literally had to physically hold yourself so you wouldn’t throw up. A hand on your lips and a look of disgust on your face which he swore was the cutest thing he saw in his life. “I’m guessing by your facial expression, you do not like it.”

“I hate it. It’s so bad, why would people want to drink it by choice?” You asked making him chuckle.

“I don’t know, doll, why don’t you try the red one.” He said pointing at the other glass. 

“Okay,” you said taking the other glass and gulping it back as well, it was bad too at first, but then the aftertaste surprised you, it was actually really good. “It's bad too, but in an ‘its bad but I still can’t stop drinking it’ kinda way.” You said and he poured you another glass.

“Are you ready to order now?” He asked taking a sip from his own glass

“Yes......sorry.” You whispered when you realized you said it louder than you expected. 

“It's okay, doll.” He said pressing the bell again and just like last time the waiter appeared in less than 5 seconds.

“May I take your order now, sir, ma’am.” 

“Yes, the lady will have a...”

“Bœuf bourguignon.” You said reading out of the menu.

“And I’ll have the coq au vin and lamb chops with a cognac dijon creme sauce.”  

“Anything else, sir, ma’am?”

“No.” with that the waiter went away. 

“You sound really sexy when you speak french.” You said as you bit your lips. The wine was kicking in already, making you feel more confident than you did at the starting of the night.

“Really? It was merely a word, doll.” There was that nickname again, that made your heart flutter the whole night.

“And it was a sexy word when it came from you.” 

“Thanks, Doll.”

As the end of your date neared and you two were finishing your dinner, you have talked about everything you could on your first date. He told you that he was from Brooklyn, although you have guessed already by his accent. He was a self-made businessman and billionaire, his mom died a few years ago. There was a glint of sadness in his eyes when he was talking about her, and at that moment you so badly wanted to hug him and comfort him. But when you asked him what it was that he actually does he fell silent and instantly converted the conversation to you. It lingered to you at first but then you drank two more glasses of wine and everything was normal again. 

He knew that you scored 170 on your LSAT, It was your third year of majoring in criminal justice, and you were preparing for MPRE with it. He knew that you lived with your sister and her husband, you left the details about his sleaziness. He knew you had 1 niece and 2 nephews and you loved those brats a lot. 

By the time you were talking about your two best friends, you were a lot tipsier than you wanted to be. You were giggling like crazy. 

“You up for dessert, doll?” He asked when you finally finished your meal. 

‘yes, and I want you in the dessert.’ you thought but kept it to yourself.

“No, Stevie, I’m full.” You said and he raised an eyebrow. You barely ate anything, how could you be full. He ordered more than you and he still wasn’t full. 

“You’re full? You barely ate anything.” He asked and within the next second, you were standing in front of him. 

“Trust me I’m full.” You said pulling his hand and putting it on your stomach. If you were not a little drunk right now you would be so embarrassed by yourself. What the hell were you doing? “But I am hungry for something else.” You whispered in a low seductive tone. 

At that moment it took everything in Steve to not pull you down and give you the best kiss of your life. But he had no right to take your advantage like that, no one had the right to take your advantage like that. You were not in the right state of mind right now, and it would be wrong to kiss you. 

“Okay, Y/n. Let's take you home.”

As the two of you came down in the elevator as you leaned against him you didn’t take your eyes off of his face for even a second. His arm was around your waist the whole time in a protective manner so that you wouldn’t trip on your own steps. He practically carried you out of the building, it was so easy for him. You were so small and fragile that he was scared he would break you in half if he grabs you too tight. 

“To Ms. Y/l/n’s place, Pete,” Steve said to his driver as he opened the door of the backseat and helped you inside. When Steve slipped in the car after you, you slide closer to him. You bit your lips before pulling your hair back in a ponytail ready to give him his reward, you definitely weren’t in the right state of your mind. Steve raised an eyebrow at your action. As your hands neared the buckle of his belt he grabbed your wrist and asked.

“What are you doing, Doll?”

“Well, isn’t it what you want?” you asked with a confused expression. 

“No, Doll. I mean I do, I really do. But not now, not when you can’t think straight. I can not take advantage of you. And besides, you don’t have to do it because I want it, you can do it when you want it.”  He said realizing your hair from the ponytail. He tucked your hair behind your ear as the strands came down and covered your face. He liked looking at your face, ever since he started this business he couldn’t find the innocence around his life anymore. That’s what attracted him to you in the first place, even in that club dancing like that there was something pure and innocent in your face. You gave him an assurance that there was still some innocence remaining in this cruel world. You were so soft, figuratively and literally, that he was scared that he would corrupt you.

“Huh, no one has said that to me before.” You said putting your head on his shoulder. 

The rest of the ride was silent, but not awkward. He let you rest till you get to the house that reminded you that you had so confidently told Lisa that you would move out tomorrow but where the hell would you go. Wanda and Sharon’s place was barely big enough for them she wouldn’t be able to fit herself in the tiny apartment.  “What happened, Doll?” Steve asked as he saw the look on your face.

“Nothing.” You said with a smile, you didn’t want to tell him your sob story, You wanted to complete the night in a good mood. “Thank you so much for tonight, Steve.” 

“Thank you for coming on this date with me, Doll.” He said and you sat up straight looking him in the eyes while biting your lips. It had become a habit of you by now. You were so lost in your ocean blue eyes that you didn’t even realize that the car has come to a stop now, Pete had stepped out of the car to give you and Steve some privacy. “Y/n?” He said.

“Huh?” 

“We have arrived.” He said even though he wanted nothing more than to just sit there all night and stare at your face he knew he had to let you go.

His words pulled you out of your trans and you looked around to see your sister’s house. The lights were still on. Which made you frown because they usually go to bed by now. 

Steve then opened the door for you and help you out and then led you to the front door. 

“It's okay, I can go from here.” You said as you reached the front porch. 

“I’m not leaving until you’re safe inside, Y/n.” He firmly stated with that authoritative voice that he uses whenever he wants something and you couldn’t help but nod. 

As you reached the front door you turned to face him. You took a step back as you almost collided with his chest. “Goodnight, Steve.” You said, your eyes were almost begging him to kiss you, at least one peck on the lips. Okay just on the cheek, Steve, please. You were silently pleading to him but he just settled for a hug instead. Guess that would do for tonight.

His big strong arms wrapped around your small waist and pulled you close to his chest. He slightly pulled you up from the ground in the process. God, he smelled so good. And you felt so small in his arms, You were not really what people call petite, the curves of your chest and ass were bigger than Wanda and Sharon’s or most women who were considered petite, so it was so good to feel so small and petite in his arms. 

“Goodnight, Doll.” He said before pulling away from you and settling you on the ground. You pilled out your key from your purse and opened the door. You sneaked a last glance at him before slipping inside. That stupid grin on your face was back again. 

But that stupid grin was soon gone from your face and turned into a scowl when you saw that Lisa was sitting in the living room, sipping tea. 

“I wanted to talk to you.” She said as you made your way toward your room.

“What is it?” You asked without looking at her way.

“You can stay here.” That sentence made you turn around so fast that you almost lost your balance. Thanks to the TV stand you didn’t actually fall down. “I’m not saying you can stay here forever without rent. I’m just giving you a week time to find an actual place to live before moving out.” She said

“And you’re doing this out of the goodness of your heart?” You made a sarcastic remark. You couldn’t help but think it had something to do with the Mercedes showing up to pick you up for your date. You didn’t say it though, you didn’t want to sound like an ungrateful bitch. 

“Oh please. I just don’t want you to run to dad and bitch to him about how I’m treating you. He already hates me enough.” Lisa said, putting aside her cup and crossing her arms across her chest.

“Dad doesn’t hate you, Lisa. He just hates Martin. And you know it yourself he isn’t really likable. Anyway, Thank you, I appreciate it, really. I promise I’ll be out of your hair as soon as possible. You looked at the clock which read 12:30, still have some time. If you go to sleep right now you’ll be able to make it to the cafe by 6. So you quickly changed your clothes and went to bed. 

The next morning you were awoken by your stupid alarm which blared beside you. You groaned before rolling over and shutting it off. As you opened your eyes they went straight to your clock which read 5:10, you’ll have to get up soon or you’ll be late again. Last night was still fresh in your head, a smile made its way on your lips as you thought about Steve. He was so sweet and gentle and at the same time so dominating and supreme. Your hand went straight to your phone in hopes to see a text from him. Disappointment filled you there was none from him, would he talk to you after what you did last night? Before your mind could do any self humiliating presumptions you reminded yourself that it was just 5:10 in the morning, maybe he wasn’t even up yet.

You wanted to feel embarrassed for last night but you couldn’t. He did say he wanted it, right? He just wanted you to want it too before you do it, he wanted you to be sober so he wouldn’t feel like he was taking advantage of you. You couldn’t remember the last time a guy treated you so nicely. Most people you dated didn’t care if you were drunk or not. 

You quickly plucked up your courage and got out of the comforter. The cold air of the morning instantly hit you like a ton of bricks made of ice. You took a quick hot shower and changed into blue high waist jeans and a red white and black crop shirt, putting a little more effort into your look. When you rushed out of the front door Lisa, Martin, and the kids were still asleep which was good because you weren’t ready to face the kids after your argument with their mother last night. What did they think about you now? Were you a bad person for them? 

“Good morning, Y/n,” Rick said with an enthusiastic smile as you tie your apron around your waist. “You’re right on time today.” He added as he put your name up on the chart.

“Good morning, Rick. Someone’s in a good mood.” You smiled. 

“Guess, who’s gonna turn 18 in a week, sweetheart?”

“Not you, because you just turned 17 four months ago.”

“Yes, me. This Bad Boy. I’m gonna change my date of birth on my driving License, so, baby, you don’t have to hide your love for me anymore.” He said spreading his hand out in a romantic gesture making you laugh.

“I’m afraid that’s not how it works, Rick. If your date of birth on your driving license does not match the date of birth on your birth certificate, it is considered to be a fake license.” 

“Then I’ll just change the date on the birth certificate.”

“You can’t do that without the court’s permission.”

“What? We have to wait for 8 more months to profess our love for each other. Dammit.” He exclaimed making you laugh again, you ruffled his hair and walked up to your counter. “It's okay, I can wait for you for 80 years, 8 months is nothing.” 

You were just halfway through your job when he walked into the coffee house. A smile instantly spread wide on your face. He looked impatient due to the line of four people in front of him. He practically ran up to you when it was his turn which made you giggle a little.

“What can I get you today, Sir?” You asked in a low seductive voice.

“A double espresso and a chat with the beautiful barista.” He said with a smirk.

“I can help you with the espresso but who is this barista you’re talking about?” You asked playing along with Steve.

“This really gorgeous girl that works here. But I can’t see her around right now” He answered while pretending to look around the cafe and making you blush.

“Maybe she’s not working today, Why don’t you tell me and I’ll pass along the message.” You said while proceeding to make his coffee. Your hands worked quickly and he was looking at you with admiration.

“I just really wanted to know if she would like to go on a second date?” He asked with hopeful eyes and you bit your lips as you looked up at him through your lashes. 

“I think.......she would love to go on a second date with you.” You said releasing your lower lip with a little pop. “Yeah?” He asked.

“Yeah.”

“Then tell her that Pete would pick her up from her place at 7.” He said.

“If you don’t mind me asking, where are you gonna take her?” You asked and he gestured for you to come closer as if he was about to tell you a big secret and you leaned in.

“It's a secret...Oh, there she is.” He said as he stood back straight and you quickly looked back to see where he was pointing. A giggle escaped your lips as you saw Ruth coming up toward her counter. “Isn’t she pretty?”

“She’s gorgeous.” You replied turning back to look at him.

“Told you.”

“Hmm. That would be 2.75, Mr. Rogers.” You said handing him his cup of coffee and just like last time he handed you a 100 dollar bill.

“Keep the change.” He said and your whole demeanor changed from playful to serious. 

“Steve.” You said in a scolding voice.

“Doll.” He mocked you and before you could say anything he rushed out of the cafe. What was it with him and giving big tips to you? Was it because you told him you were fired? Were you a charity case to him? You had to talk to him about it.

*******

You didn’t see Wanda or Sharon that day at all. They both had classes when you had a little time between your college and study group and after that Wand had a study group until later evening and Sharon was working late. You had to say you were missing both of them a little. You left both of them messages as you got to your sister's place. You smiled and said hi to the kids before rushing into your room. You looked at your clock and it was a little after 6 so you didn’t waste any more time before starting to get ready, Thank god you shaved yesterday, your skin was still smooth today. 

You pulled on the skinniest jeans you had which hugged your ass and thighs very well. It made your butt look a little more plumper. You pulled on a white off-shoulder crop top with a sweetheart neckline which complemented the curve of your breast and made your cleavage look deeper. It was sexy yet classy. You completed the look with your black block heels. You let yourself up in a messy bun, a few curly strands escaping and framing your face. 

Your heart was jumping in excitement. Pete was right outside Lisa’s house on 7 being the punctual guy that he was. You skipped excitedly out of the house and smiled brightly at him as he opened the back door.

“Good evening, Pete.” You bowed a little making him smile. 

“Good evening, Ma’am.” He replied as he helped you inside the car. 

“Thank you.” You said as he rushed to his side and got inside before pulling out of the street. “So tell me, Pete, Where are we going today?” You asked.

“To Mr. Rogers place, Ma’am. Please don’t tell him I told you that.” He said meeting your eyes through the rearview.

“Your secret’s safe with me, I wasn’t even listening.” You said making him laugh a little. 

You felt like you were in that car for hours, while it was only just 40 minutes. “How longer, Pete? Where does he live.” 

“15 more minutes, ma’am. Mr. Rogers lives out of the city.” He replied making you sigh, why does he have to live so far away. 

The rest of the 15 minutes again felt like hours. By the time the car finally came to a stop, you couldn’t wait to get out of it. Pete rushed to your side and opened the door and helping you out of the car. As you looked up at the house, sorry, the mansion You physically had to hold Pete so that you wouldn’t fall over.

“He lives here?” you didn’t mean to say it out loud but you did anyway. You swear to god your whole hometown could fit in there. How can someone possibly spend time here alone? It was so massive, doesn’t he get lost? 

“Yes, Ma’am. This is where Mr. Rogers lives.” The mansion was mostly made of glass and it was covered by so many trees. The fences were so up to around the mansion that you couldn’t see if there were other houses outside, although you were quite sure there were not. 

Pete lead you up to the front door and disappeared before you could ask him to stop because you were definitely gonna get lost here alone. You slowly stepped inside and started looking around for any sign of Steve. Then you heard it, the sound of classic music coming from your left. You took a few steps and realized it was coming from the kitchen. You took a few more steps before taking a turn, You could see Steve’s back, his muscles moving under the tight gray Henley as he moved across the kitchen island.

Every time you see this man he surprises you one way or another. Honestly, you shouldn’t be surprised that he could cook, he’s too perfect to not be able to do something. “Hey, You’re here.” He said as he saw you.

“Hey, you’re cooking.” You said, walking up to him with a big smile on your face. You looked at the neat counter as he kept chopping vegetables. 

“Yeah, honestly I’m tired of eating outside.

“What are we having today?” You asked.

“How do you feel about...Indian?” He asked picking up a piece of carrot and held it in front of your lips and you quickly took it out of his fingers with your lips. 

“Surprised. You can cook Indian?” You asked as you looked at the curry getting ready on the stove. And it already smelled delicious. 

“I try.” 

“I’ll give you a 15 on 10 on the fragrance. So that’s a very successful trial.” You said. “What are we having anyway?”

“We are having, Lemon chicken, Biriyani, Prawn curry, and some roasted veggies on the side.” He said introducing you to all the dishes. 

“Okay, my mouths watering. What can I help you with, Mr. Rogers?”

“I’m almost done, Doll. Why don’t you just go, sit and make yourself at home.” He said but you weren’t ready to leave his side yet. He looked so good while cooking that you couldn’t help but wonder, is there any time when this man didn’t look ridiculously handsome? The answer was no. His beautiful baby blue eyes were focused on the food in front of him. You just wanted to reach out and kiss his pink plump lips, but you settled with just admiring for now. 

“Can I just stand here?” You asked in a small voice almost as if he would scold you.

“Of course, Doll. If you want to.” He leaned down to kiss your head and a swarm of butterflies was released in your stomach. Yup, you could definitely get used to it. 

When the dinner was ready you helped Steve to set up the table. 

“Don’t be shy to tell me if it's bad okay, Y/n. I only cooked Indian one time before.” Steve said as he served you the food. It looked and smelled so delicious that you doubt it would be any worse. You waited for him to serve himself.

“Bon appetite.”

“Bon appetite.” You replied before taking a spoonful of rice in your mouth. You couldn’t help the loud moan that left your mouth at the taste. It was delicious just like you assumed. You opened your eyes to see Steve staring at you his food untouched.

“I’m sorry, it's so good. You sure you only made Indian food one time before? Honestly, I’ve never tried Indian food before but I know this is the best I’ll ever have.” You said and dipped your spoon in the curry.  

“Thanks, Doll.” He replied with a smile before digging in his own food. 

You guys talked a little while eating before you asked him a question before you asked him the question you’ve been thinking about since the second time you met him. 

“So, how’d you find out my name? I don’t remember telling you at the club.” You asked and he stopped eating for a second.

“Okay, I’m not gonna lie but don’t be creeped out okay?” He said and you raised an eyebrow. 

“Should I be?” 

“Depends on you, my secretary was with me that night so he said he knew you from the coffee shop you’ve been working at for two years, so I might have asked your manager about you.” He said trying to inspect your facial expression you started to laugh. “You don’t think it's creepy?”

“Honestly, if it was anyone else I would but with you, I don’t know why but it's...cute.” 

“Cute?” He asked and you nodded. You could see you’ve hurt his masculinity and ego by calling him cute but he didn’t comment on it......for now.

When the dinner was done you helped him put away the plates. 

“God, I’m so full.” You groaned as Steve filled the dishwasher. You loved how he had such a big house but he still did all his work himself. You did not see a single worker in the house. 

“Not yet, Doll. I made dessert.” He said as he walked toward the microwave. 

“So you bake too? Steve Rogers, are you even real? Is there anything You can’t do?”

“Actually there is. I can’t sing to save my life.” He said making you giggle. “You want some wine with it?” He asked as he took out two slices of pie on two plates. “No. I wanna stay sober tonight.” You replied remembering your last date. You didn’t want him to hold back again just because you drank some wine again. You followed him out in the living room like a puppy. “Take off your shoes, get comfy.” He said and you did as he said. 

“Do you not get bored?” You asked as you sat beside him and took one of the plates.

“Why would I get bored, sweetheart?” He asked.

“You live here, alone. It's such a huge place for a single person.” You said looking around the mansion. 

“Well, I spent most of my time in my office. And I’m not alone all the time, Bucky and Sam come over sometimes.” 

“Bucky and Sam? Your friends?” You asked and he nodded before he casually leaned over, sliding his thumb over your upper lip. You realized you had whipped cream there. He then licked the whipped cream off his thumb. You couldn’t help but imagine what his tongue would feel like on a certain part of your body. You squeezed your thighs at the thought. He made you feel like a horny teenager whenever he’s around.

“You okay, Doll?” He asked with a raised eyebrow. 

“Yeah, yeah. By the way, where’d that come from?”

“Where did what come from?” 

“The nickname.”

“Doll?” He asked finishing the last of his pie. 

“Yeah, that one.” You asked finishing yours as well. 

“I don’t know I just looked at you and it came to me.” He shrugged and you sat up straight, turning completely to him. 

“Then I should give you a nickname too right? Look at me let me think what comes to my mind.” You said cupping his face and making him turn to you. He smirked at how serious and focused you look. “Let’s see...umm...Your face’s really hunky but then your blond hair makes you look sweet, but then you-” 

Your words were cut off by his lips on yours. To say that you were amazed at first would be an understatement, It took you at least a few seconds for your shock to wear off as you started kissing him back, slowly at first. The fluttering inside you that you felt the whole night only intensified. Your heart was pounding in your chest and your knees got weaker, thank god you were sitting on a couch because you would have only fallen down if you were standing. 

Steve’s arm wrapped around your small waist and pulled you closer. The sweet kiss turned more intimate as the seconds pass. You could only focus on how soft his lips felt against yours, how addictively he invaded all your senses. Heat rose from your stomach to your chest. Your heart skipped a beat as he ran his tongue over your lower lip, you didn’t need to think twice before granting him access. His hands curled bruisingly on the skin of your waist as he pulled you on his lap. 

You pulled away to catch your breath but only for a second as you kissed him back. Your hands curled around his shirt, you were sure it would leave a crease behind but that was the least of your concern right now. His tongue was stroking yours very softly. He let out a groan as you accidentally bit down on his lower lip. As cliche as it sounds, you were so lost in him and his astonishing lips that you almost forgot about time. You very unwillingly pushed him away with a hand on his chest. 

“Steve, I need to leave.” You whispered as you tried to catch your breath. You were still blown away by the kiss, your mind was a little inoperative, and couldn’t think straight. Your body was uncooperative to your words, you were mindlessly leaning even closer to him. Your soft breast was pressed firmly against his strong chest. You were looking at each other's eyes like you could see the whole world in it.

“No, you don’t.” It was the first time you heard him sound so eager. His eyes were practically begging you to stay. He looked so appealing that you almost gave in, but that little sensible part of your brain, god you hate it, told you that no matter how good the sex is, it's not worth losing your job. God, you wanted to stay so badly but you knew you couldn’t. 

“I have to, I have to get to the cafe by 6.” you sounded so frail that you couldn’t even convince yourself anymore. You bit your lips to hold yourself back from kicking away all those logical thoughts in the back of your brain and kiss those sinful lips of his. 

“I’ll drive you in the morning.” He said and his offer was so tempting but you knew that if you said you both won't be in the condition to drive back into the city the next morning. 

“Steve, you and I both know if I stayed we wouldn’t be in any state to leave the bed in the morning.” You said and you saw him physically twitch at the thought of it.

“That is true. Can’t you just call in sick tomorrow?”

“No, I already took one a few days ago, my manager will fire me.”

“That makes me think, do you really need this job?” his question made you laugh. He looks so cute when he’s begging for something. 

“Yes, Steve, I really need this job. How about we meet again tomorrow, I don’t have a study group tomorrow.” 

“Hmm that’s a really tempting offer, but you know we wouldn’t have to meet again tomorrow if you just don’t leave.” He said with a pout.

“Steve.” You said as sternly as you could.

“Okay, fine. I’ll pick you up from your college tomorrow. If that’s ok with you.” with that his arms around you finally loosen up and you got up from his lap to put on your heels back. 

“That sounds perfect.” You replied and looked at your watch. “Shit, it's already 10:45.” You said and rushed out of the house with Steve on your trail. Pete was standing just outside as he saw you coming out he opened the car door. 

“Y/n,” Steve called out, and as soon as you turn around his warm mouth was against yours pulling you in for another mind-blowing kiss. Your eyes immediately closed. You were still not used to his kisses. 

With one last kiss, he pulled away and said

“Goodnight, Doll. Can’t wait to see you tomorrow.”

“Goodnight, Steve.” 

With that, you sat in the car and Pete drove away from Steve’s house. As a wide smile spread on your lips you realized you were already missing Steve. You also realized that you were too far gone already.

*******

CHAPTER FOUR

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Give Me Some Sugar

Steve Rogers AU

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Sugardaddy! Steve Rogers x Sugarbaby! Reader.

Summary: When young Y/n gets fired from one of her jobs she struggles to make enough money for college loans and Bills, that’s when she meets Steve. What Steve is looking for isn’t exactly a relationship, he just wants someone to look pretty in his arms and take care of his needs without asking many questions about his job.

Series Warnings: Salty reader, age gap, Sugardaddy and sugarbaby relationship and all the chaos that comes with it, SMUT (Obviously. Don’t try tell me you didn’t see that coming, Karen.), asshole people (Yup that’s a warning.),language more will be added later to the chapters.

Characters (as per the chapter): Y/n, Steve Rogers, Wanda Maximoff, Sharon Carter. 

Words: 5.4k. (I need to calm down.)

Chapter Warning: Salty reader, Drama, Some making out.

CHAPTER  FOUR

The next day you found yourself sitting in the cafeteria of your college during the break between your two classes fidgeting in the chair. Your sister asked you this morning that how the apartment hunting was going and you smiled and lied to her that it was going great and you already saw a few of them. The truth was it had completely slipped your mind because of the dates with Steve. 

How could you be so lost in a guy that you forgot that you were practically homeless. knowing your sister, she would definitely throw you out at the end of the week, weather you have a place to live or not. You were already sipping on your fourth cup of coffee. What the hell were you going to do? You can’t really ask Sharon or Wanda, they already have to much on their plate with the semesters coming to an end and the loans. You can’t ask Kyle either, he lives with his cousins who always stare too much. Steve? No, you just met him a few days ago. Although you would love to live with him it wouldn’t really be right.

You could always apply for the dorm rooms. But who wants to live in a dorm room, they’re always so gross.

“What got you so anxious today, babe?” said a voice and you turn to see your two loves of your life coming up to you. You quickly gave Wanda a hug and turn to give one to Sharon as well. They took a seat on either side of you and waited for your reply.

“Well, Lisa might or might not have found out that I was fired from the restaurant. And then she called me the ‘w’ word in front of her children. And then I might or might not have told her that I’m gonna move out and then she gave me till the end of the week, Its already Thursday and I still have no where to go.” You said and your voice almost broke. “I’m homeless.” You cried out.

“A decaf, please.” Sharon yelled out to the waiter pointing at you and you assumed it was for you. “You can just ask her to give you some more time.”  Sharon suggested as she turned to you. 

“I can’t, Sharon. I have dignity.” You said.

“She’s right, Sharon. Besides you know Lisa, she’ll hold it over her head for the rest of her life. Sweetie, you can always come live with us.” Wanda said as you thanked the waiter who brought your decaf. 

“But that place is already too small for the two of you, where are you gonna fit me? I don’t wanna bother you guys. And no offence but that couch is not really back friendly.” You said.

“Yeah, non taken, we know that. And you can stay with us till you find another place okay?You’re not gonna bother us, besides you can cook dinner and lunch. And about that couch, we can share bed alternatively with you. Right Wands?” Sharon said looking at the red head.

“Absolutely. And we will also help you apartment hunting.” Wanda nodded with a smile.

“Really? Oh my god, guys, I love you.” You said and pulled them both in for a hug. Just then you felt your vibrating and you took it out to read the message. “No this is not what I needed right now.” You exclaimed before putting your phone back in your purse. 

“What happened?” Wanda asked with an raised eyebrow.

“Mr. Zane just cancelled our class.”

“I swear to god, Y/n, if you cry because your class got cancelled I’m gonna jump off the terrace.” 

“I’m sorry.”

*******

Sharon and Wanda practically dragged you back to their apartment claiming that they didn’t have any class either but you had a feeling that they were lying and just needed an alibi to skip classes, not that you mind or anything. 

“You guys watch TV, I’ll make something for lunch.” You went to the kitchen to make yourself busy into doing something, you knew is you sat free your mind would wander off to apartment hunting again.

As you hummed a melody that you don’t quite remember that well and dance around in the kitchen a little you could hear Wanda and Sharon fighting over what to watch. You weren’t quite paying attention to it until you hear Sharon say “Look, Wands. I told you I saw him somewhere. No one can be that stupid hot and not be a celebrity.” Your curiosity got the best of you when you heard her words and you ran out of the kitchen to see who were they talking about.

Your eyes widen as you saw the familiar face on the TV. Your words got stuck in your mouth. There he was, proudly giving interview to some famous TV channel. You felt like he was looking directly at you from the screen. You could tell that it was clip of some old interview because there was that sexy beard on his face that he wasn’t sporting anymore.

Steve. Shit you almost forgot about Steve, he was supposed to pick you up from college.

You started to say something when Sharon said “You remember that sexy stranger from your birthday, Y/n, that’s him. Thank god I didn’t go up and talk to him, I’ll never stand a chance.” Sharon said as she looked at the screen with heart eyes and you almost felt guilty. Was it wrong for you to make a move on him when Sharon clearly stated she was into him? Well she said she called dibs and you were not in high school anymore, and you saw him first anyway............. Gosh, you were a shitty friend. You should just tell her and apologize. It won’t be a big deal right?

“Guys I wanna-” You started but you were again interrupted by Sharon.

“Oh my god, He’s so dreamy. Maybe I should have just talked to him, I mean what’s the worst could have happened?” She asked. ‘He could have told you that he’s interested in me and you would have hated me?’

“You should have. Who knows? You could have been in his bed right now.” Wanda playfully wiggled her eyebrow. You couldn’t help the slight pang of jealousy that you felt at the thought of Sharon being with Steve instead of you.

“Guys I want to tell you something. Wanda, remember I was talking about something that day at college, well this is it. Ste-” You were cut off again but this time it wasn’t either of them, it was the doorbell. God, why can’t people let me finish before interrupting.

“I’ll go get the door, you finish your juicy story later.” Sharon winked at you before getting up and walking toward the door. 

Sharon opened the door and her eyes widen as she took in the man standing in front of her. She thought she was hallucinating. Half of her was expecting him to just disappear or maybe convert into their annoying neighbor who was always here to ask for a phone charger. There he stood the man of the conversation, in all his glory. Blue eyes looking down at her because of the height deference. 

You couldn’t see who was standing at the door because of the angle but you frowned when you didn’t hear anything for a few seconds.

“Guys, please come here and tell me I’m not hallucinating.” Was the first thing that came out of Sharon’s mouth after a few seconds of silence. You and Wanda walked over to her and your eyes widen as well as Wanda’s. 

“I can assure you you’re not hallucinating. I’m here to meet Y/n.” He said pointing at you with his eyes. Both of your friends turned to you with wide eyes and raised eyebrows.

“You know him?” Sharon asked in a surprised tone and you let gave her a guilty smile.

“We are seeing each other, I thought you people would have known.” Steve replied.

“This is what I wanted to tell you guys. Steve what are you doing here?” You asked the man.

“I went to your college but you weren’t there then I went to your house your sister told me you might be here...... Is this not a good time?” He asked as he sensed the awkwardness between you and the blond girl..

“No, It’s okay. I’m Wanda by the way, this is Sharon. And you already know Y/n here. Why don’t you come inside.” Wanda said with a smile which he returned. 

“No its okay, I was here to pick her up.” Steve said and Sharon gave everyone a smile before walking to her home without another word you followed her as well.

“Sharon I’m so sorry. I know that night you clearly stated that you were into him but then you just walked away and I know I should have asked you before going out with him. I’m so sorry.” You said practically begging for her forgiveness but in return she only smiled at you.

“Y/n, its okay.”

“No its not, Sharon. I’m a bitch to do that to you, It was not what a good friend would have done.”

“Y/n seriously, I think its okay. You should go.”

“I can cancel if you want me to. We can have a girls night.” You offered with a smile.

“Y/n please just go. I’m okay, I’m not in high school anymore, I’m not gonna be upset about you hooking up with a guy I had a stupid crush on.” You knew what this was about. No matter how much she says she forgives you you could see that little glint of hatred behind her eyes for you.You know she still hasn’t moved on from what happened in high school. 

Without another word you walked out of her room, you wanted to talk to her until she would laugh again on your stupid jokes or pull you in a hug or even yell at you but you knew she wanted to be left alone right now. She clearly didn’t want company, much less yours.

When you came into the living room you saw Wanda and Steve having a conversation and laughing at something. You smiled at them. At least she was getting along with Steve, you wanted nothing more than your friends to get along with Steve.

“What you guys talking about?” You asked walking up to Wanda and sitting on her lap. 

“Its a secret. If I tell you you’ll kill me.” Wanda replied.

“Oh my god what did you say, Did she say something embarrassing about me? If its about the cab thing, I had no idea it was a private car and I was getting late.” You defended yourself.

“It was definitely not about the cab thing but now I wanna know about the cab thing.” Steve said suddenly looking more interested in it.

“Oh you’re never gonna find out, Rogers. Now lets go.” You said standing up and taking his hand. “Wands, keep an eye on her. She says she’s not mad at me but I know she is.” You said worrying about your other best friend.

“Its okay. Don’t worry about her, have fun.” She said giving you a wink and a hung. “It was nice to meet you, Steve.”

“You too, Wands.” He replied and you looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

“Wands?”

“We bonded.” He casually shrugged making you and the red head laugh.

Your mind couldn’t help but wander off to Sharon as you looked out the window as Steve drove to what you assume was his house since the traffic and crowd was reducing with time. You should have told her on the first day that it was Steve who paid for the drinks. It wouldn’t have escalated to this by now. 

“What ya thinking about, Doll?” Steve asked keeping his one hand on the steering wheel and the other on your knee.

“Just thinking about, Sharon.” You replied

“Ya, What happened? She just walked away.”

“I really don’t know its my place to say this but...... well, she kinda saw you in the club at my birthday and she called dibs, which is this stupid thing we have been doing since we were in high school, and now I broke the sis code and I’m seeing you and I think she’s upset with me.”

“Well, its not true because I made a move on you.”

“Steve, I clearly remember giving you a strip tease in the middle of the dance floor, minus the strip.” 

“I was the one who asked you out. And besides you can’t control who you get attracted to, doll. You were the one I got attracted to, not her, and its not your fault.” He said stroking your left cheek. 

“Actually its about what happened in high school, she’s still a little salty about it.”

“What happened in high school?”

“We were in senior year and there was this guy, Brady, He was the mayor’s son. She had a really huge crush on him and I don’t know why she just never told me about him, she only told Wanda and when Brady asked me on a date I said yes, She caught us making out in the chemistry lab. And she got so mad at me, I didn’t even know what I did until Wanda told me. She didn’t talk to me for three months even though I immediately broke it off with Brady.” You said and you didn’t realize you were so embarrassed and ashamed of yourself that you couldn’t look him in the eyes in that moment.

“Hey, Doll. It wasn’t your fault, you couldn’t have known.” Steve assured you, holding your chin and turning your face to him. You halfheartedly smiled at him. “Besides, I don’t really blame Brady.” He winked at you making you blush like a teenager. 

You couldn’t help but stare at Steve as he continued driving. His one hand in steering wheel and the other in yours. He was stealing glances at you now and then. How could a man be so devastatingly beautiful, without even trying. His blue eyes was sparkling in that moment that he was sitting in the car with you.

You wanted to kiss him so bad right now, you know you shouldn’t since he’s driving but when has you ever not done something because you shouldn’t, that’s why you leaned in and pressed your lips against his. Your hand against his jaw rubbing at the stubble that was growing there. Steve was taken aback at first but then quickly kissed you back. He was smiling against your lips. You then pulled away with a giggle and sat back on the passenger seat.

“What was that for, Doll? Not that I’m complaining.” He asked with a smile.

“I just......wanted to make sure you’re real.” 

“So? What do you think? Am I?”

“Oh that was very real.” Steve pulled up in his driveway less than 5 minutes later. As he helped you out of the car you looked up at his mansion. If you had thought it was beautiful last night. It was even more beautiful in the morning. You could see it very clearly in the sunlight. 

“It looks even more wonderful in the morning.” You commented as you took in every detail about the mansion. 

“Thanks, but the actual credit goes to the real owner of the house” He said said and you gave him a questioning look. “I bought this house from Alucio Garcia. He’s a Portuguese businessman, he needed money so I bought this house from him.” Steve explained to you before leading you inside by holding your hand. 

“Well, Mr. Garcia has a very lovely taste. Where’s Pete?” You asked when you realized you didn’t see the man anywhere. 

“I gave him a day off, they just find out his wife’s pregnant.” He said and your eyes brighten up for the man. 

“That’s awesome. Congratulate him for me when he gets back.” You said with a wide smile. You were very happy for Pete. You remember when Lisa first found out she was pregnant. She was so scared, just 17. You were the first person she told, you were just 14. She loved you back then, you were the only person she trusted it with. You remember how she cried in your room the whole night, scared that Dad will be very mad, and he was. So mad. You were the one who stood between them, stood up for her. You fought with your dad for her. You practically begged him to let her be with Martin, Oh how you regret it now. Martin is an asshole, you have no idea why Lisa still doesn’t see it. He is the reason the two of you drifted apart. You used to be the perfect duo at some time, how did you come to this? How did you get to the point where she can’t see you without the look of disgust in her face. 

“What happened, Doll?” Steve asked and you realized you were sitting on the couch in the living room now. When did you get here?

“Nothing. What are we doing today?” You asked with a smile. 

“Wait till 7. You’re gonna change, I’m gonna take you to the fanciest dinner ever.” He said and you pouted a little. You just wanted to spend some time with him, alone, here, you didn’t want to go anywhere fancy. 

“Can’t we just stay here? Do something fun?”

“You want to stay here when I’m taking you to a fancy dinner?”

“Yes.”

“And what do you wanna do?” He asked pulling you close by your waist, his eyes were sparkling with mischief, brow raised in a suggestive manner. 

“I don’t know, watch a movie maybe. Order pizza. Bake?” You replied, purposely ignoring his suggestion.

“You wanna bake?”

“Why not? You are great at it, I suck at it. You can teach me something maybe.” You replied playing with the collar of his shirt.

“Okay, I guess I’ll have to cancel the reservations I made then.” He sighed out, taking out his phone and quickly typing something in it before tossing it on the other couch. “What do you wanna bake?” He asked.

“What do you suggest for a beginner?” You asked in return. 

“Hmm....how do you feel about chocolate dump cake?” 

“Despite the name, I love the idea.” You said making him laugh. As you tried to stand up he held your wrist and pulled you back down.

“But I want to ask you something before that.” He said the look on his expression suddenly turned into a serious one. You frowned a little bit, your heart speed up by a bit. What was it? Your mind went to a thousand places in the span of 2 seconds. Was it about Sharon? Does he think badly of you too? Why do you overthink all the time, its probably nothing.

“What is it?” You asked looking at him innocently. 

“You don’t have to say yes if you don’t want to. I have to a business Party to attend to, this Saturday, I was thinking if you could be my date to it?” He said and to say that you were surprised was an understatement. You had expected a lot of things but that. You were flabbergasted for a second before you answer

“Ummm, well where is it?” You asked.

“LA.” He simply answered. 

“Los Angeles?”

“Yes, I know its far but you said you don’t have classes on Saturdays and Sundays. We’ll go Friday night and come back Sunday night.” He said. You didn’t know what to say, on one hand you wanted to go so badly, on other hand you can’t risk losing this job too. It seemed as if he could almost see the conflict behind your eyes. “Its okay, you don’t have to answer now. You have till tomorrow evening. Right now we can bake.” He said giving you a smile which you returned happily. 

He stood up pulling you up with him by your hand. You gazed into his deep blue eyes for a second before he lead you to the kitchen. Never have you been so keen to learn something in your life before. Probably because the teacher was the most beautiful man you’ve seen in your life. 

“What do we need?” You asked.

“We need to preheat the oven first.” He said moving along with his words. “Then we grease the pan.” He said taking out a bundt pan from the cupboard.

“Let me do something.”

“Take the chocolate and butter out from the fridge.” you did as he said.

“Now we mix it with Sugar, coffee and cocoa powder and we heat it over a pot of simmering water so that we can mix it till the chocolate melts.” He said dumping the ingredients in a small bowl and putting it over the stove. Honestly you weren’t even paying full attention to instruction, the site was too fascinating. “Now we make the batter.”

“I wanna make the batter.” You said with a little pout making him chuckle. 

“Come ‘ere.” He said and you happily skipped to his side. 

He helped you put the ingredients in a bigger bowl and then guided your hand to whisk it.

“I know how to whisk, Steve. I’m not that useless.” You commented making him chuckle but left you to do it anyway. 

“I can see that.” He sarcastically said as he saw what a mess you made all over your hands and the kitchen island. 

“Hey, everyone is not perfect like you okay. Deal with it.” You said making him chuckle. He then poured the mixture of chocolate coffee and sugar in the batter. 

“Taste it.” He said picking the batter with his finger and holding it in front of your lips. You didn’t think twice before wrapping your lips around his forefinger and sucking on it. You looked up at him as his pupils became dilated and he licked his lower. You smirked before swirling you tongue around his finger, giving him a hint of what your tongue would feel around his other parts, before pulling away.

“Its delicious.” You said in a suggestive voice. He didn’t answer, just kept staring at your mouth and eyes. “Steve?” 

“Huh?”

“The oven.” You whispered pointing at the oven that has been preheating for some time now. You giggled when he looked around in confusion before it settled over him. 

“Oh.” He said before quickly grabbing the bundt pan and pouring the batter in it and putting it inside the oven. “Its gonna take at least 40 to 50 minutes.” He informed you before coming back over to you.

“Hmm......I wonder, what are we gonna till then.” You said outloud putting your finger on your chin and pretending to think.

“I’ll tell you what are we gonna do.” He said and before you could register anything he picked you up and threw you over his shoulder like you weighed nothing. You squealed out and started laughing as he walked to the living room.  He threw you on the couch and climbed on top of you straddling your hips. You giggled out for the last time before both of your expression turned into a more serious one, although the smile was still intact on your face. 

His eyes looked between the both of yours for a second. Your heart was skipping beats and your breath was heavy in anticipation. His hand came up to cup your jaw. He took your breath away as his mouth finally came down onto yours. He kisses you, tenderly at first, you took a second to response. You closed your eyes and tried to lose yourself in the kiss. The kiss became more fierce as the second goes by. You hand slowly curled around his neck to pull him closer. 

He pulled away to catch breath but it seemed he couldn’t be away from your lips longer than a second so he pressed his lips to yours once again. His wet hot tongue stroked against your lips and you didn’t think twice before opening up and giving him entrance. He tasted like chocolates he’s been eating while making the batter and you could bet that you did too. 

He slowly shifted to lie back on the couch and pulling you over him. Your knees straddling his hips. Your chest pressed against his so tightly that you could almost feel his heartbeat on your skin. His hands were under your shirt, stroking the soft warm skin there. One of your hand was in his hairs and the other was stroking his rock hard chest through his shirt.

The two of you make out for the next 20 minutes on that couch like a couple of school kids. As you pulled away this time you felt your lips were a little swollen due to the make out session but so was his. Pink and swollen which just made you wand to kiss him more. Your clothes were disheveled and your hair was a mess. A big smile playing on your lips as you looked in his dreamy eyes. 

“Steve.” You whispered out of breath

“Yes, Doll?” He asked, he was so mesmerized by your face. He could swear he’s never seen something as beautiful as it. How can someone look so innocent and so sexy at the same time is beyond his understanding. 

“Yes.” You said and he gave you a look, a little crease of confusion between his eyebrows. “I wanna go......I wanna go to LA with you this weekend.” You said, you didn’t even have to think about it. You knew you would regret it if you don’t go. You were too invested in him by now to give up an opportunity to be with him and only him for the weekend. Even just the thought of being with him started a whirlpool inside your stomach.  The look on his face was the highlight of your day when you said it. A smile broke into his face just like the sun breaks into the dawn. 

“Thanks, Doll. I promise you won’t regret it.”

“I better not, Rogers. I’m putting my Job on stake for you.”

“I will not give you a chance to complain.” He said, finally pulling you down to his lips. 

*******

“I don’t know, Wands. Is it still a good idea to move in with you guys. Sharon’s still mad at me.” You said as you packed the last of your bag. Wanda was helping you pack so you can move out before Steve picks you up for the airport. Wanda was really happy when you told her. You haven’t had a chance to go on a vacation for three years, in her words you deserve the much needed break.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Babe. Sharon would be fine. And you’re going away for the weekend, I’m sure she’ll cool down by the time you come back. Now be quick the cab’s here.” She said carrying 2 of your bags out of the room. You quickly completed packing the last one and carried out the other three as well. 

“So....You’re moving out.” Lisa said and as much as she hates to admit it she would miss you, and you know it. She knows you’ll miss her too, it was a unspoken truth between the two of you. You hate each others guts but you still love each other.

“I am.” You said giving her a small smile. “Can I say goodbye to the kids?” You ask. 

“You know you don’t have to ask, Y/n.” She said and you quickly walked to the dining room where they were eating lunch. 

“Hey, babies.” You said and as soon as the twins saw you they started crying, even Carl looked like he was about to cry.

“Do you have to go?” He asked and it broke your heart completely. Tears started forming in your eyes as well. 

“Hey, I’ll come here every week to meet you okay? But I have to go, sweetie. Now come here three of you and give me a hug.” You said and the three kids didn’t waste another second to come running towards you. You kissed Malcolm, Elle and Carl before standing back up. “Bye bye. I’ll miss you guys.” You gave everyone one last smile before walking out of the door.

“The baby’s getting salty again?” Wanda asked as you walked out to see her standing beside the cab. 

“Yeah, they are.” You answer as the driver helped you put the bags in the trunk.

“I was talking about you.”

“Shut up.” As you and Wanda reached their apartment Sharon has already left for her job at the clinic which made you a little relieved.

“When is he picking you up?” Wanda asked as you last of your bags inside.

“In 5 mins. I should go down at the lobby now. Thank you, Wands. I owe you one.” You said giving her a hug.

“Aww. Its okay. Just give me all the juicy details later.” She winked at you which made you laugh. “Now, go. But don’t do anything I wouldn’t.” She said and you skipped your way down to the lobby. The word excitement would not do justice to the feeling that you have inside your stomach. Last night later when Steve dropped you back home after dinner and some more making out you couldn’t sleep at all whole night. The feeling was similar to the one you had when you experienced your first kiss back when you were 11. He was the most handsome boy of your school and you were head over heels for him. It was puppy love and honestly it was the purest relationship you’ve ever had. Timothée was his name and you were heartbroken when he had to move away for his fathers job. That’s how you felt with Steve, like a little girl having her first kiss. That feeling was so pure and innocent.

The car was there, in front of the apartment, right on time. A man who looked older than Steve stepped out of the car. 

“Ms. Y/l/n?” He asked and you nodded your head.  “I’m Lorenzo. Mr. Rogers sent me to pick you up. Are you ready, Ma’am?” He asked in an accent that you assumed was Italian and you nodded again. You were expecting Steve and if you said you weren’t disappointed you would be lying. 

“Where’s Steve?” You asked and just like Pete he insisted on helping you in the car.

“Mr. Rogers, had to have a last minute discussion with the pilot.” He answered as he drove away from the apartment. 

“The pilot?” You asked with a raised eyebrow. Why would Steve have to talk to the pilot.

“Oh, I assume Mr. Rogers haven’t informed you that you’ll be travelling in his private jet.” He said and your eyes widened. You shouldn’t even be surprised anymore. Of course Steve has a private jet, he’s The Steve Rogers, he gives interviews in television, he’s some hot shot businessman and yet you have no idea what the hell does he do. 

The rest of the ride to the airport was silent. As soon as you stepped out of the car in the airport you were greeted by two woman who were apparently there to assist you. 

“Come with us, Ma’am. Mr. Rogers has been awaiting for you. Your bag will be taken to the plane.” The blond one said and as in queue a red man came up and took out your bag from the trunk. 

“Is that it, ma’am?” He asked looking at the rather small bag. Steve had told you to pack less for some reason.

“Yes. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, Miss.” And with that he walked away with your bag. Then the two women led you to the hanger. A big smile sprinted over your lips as you saw Steve standing a little far away. He looked hotter than ever wearing that navy Henley of his. It was fitting his like a second skin. A black glass covering his gorgeous blue eyes. You sped up and practically ran to him. 

He greeted you with a brief kiss before he pulled away and took in your attire. You were wearing a high waist jeans shots and a beige crop top, a white lace shrug over your shoulder. Your hair was pulled away from your face in a top bun giving away a clear look to your neck and shoulders.

“You look lovely, like always.” He said pecking your lips once more. 

“Well, you don’t look so bad either, Mr. Rogers.” You said checking him out in a not so subtle way.

“Let’s go. You ready?”

“No. But lets go.” 

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CHAPTER FIVE

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Give Me Some Sugar

Steve Rogers AU

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Sugardaddy! Steve Rogers x Sugarbaby! Reader.

Summary: When young Y/n gets fired from one of her jobs she struggles to make enough money for college loans and Bills, that’s when she meets Steve. What Steve is looking for isn’t exactly a relationship, he just wants someone to look pretty in his arms and take care of his needs without asking many questions about his job.

Series Warnings: Salty reader, age gap, Sugardaddy and sugarbaby relationship and all the chaos that comes with it, SMUT (Obviously. Don’t try tell me you didn’t see that coming, Karen.), asshole people (Yup that’s a warning.),language more will be added later to the chapters.

Characters (as per the chapter): Y/n, Steve Rogers, Wanda Maximoff. 

Words: 2,486. (It’s a small one, just like your Ex’s Dick. I’m sorry, I had to.) 

Chapter Warning: I have no Idea how much law colleges cost, Nothing specific other than that.

CHAPTER  SEVEN

When you got back to Wanda and Sharon’s apartment, Wanda couldn’t stop asking you about your weekend away with Steve. Sharon on the other hand was still giving you silent treatment. You stopped trying too. Sharon is a stubborn woman, if she has already decided that she won’t talk to you no one can make her talk to you, no one besides herself. 

“So.....Did you guys do it?” Wanda asked wiggling her eyebrows as soon as the blond woman left the apartment.

“No. We didn’t do it.” You watched the change of expressions on her face. 

“What do you mean you didn’t do it? You guys were together two nights. Two nights, Y/n and you’re telling me you didn’t do it.” She said; almost shocked by your revelation. 

“We were about to but then....” You started; too embarrassed to complete your sentence.

“Then what?”

By the time the two of you got back to the hotel you were a giggling mess; feeling like a teenage girl who was sneaking around with her crush. Your heart was fluttering with anticipation of what was going to happen next. He groaned lightly when he saw a few more people in the elevator; he wanted to fuck you right there but he settled for leaving small kisses in the bare skin of your neck. His breath tickled you and you laughed out loud earning a glare from the elderly women beside you. His hand didn’t leave you for a second; they were on your hips, your butt, everywhere until the two of you reached your suite. 

As soon as he closed the door of your suite he slammed you against it and captured your lips with his. One hand digging in your hip and the other sliding through the slit of your dress to the bare skin of your upper thigh. His fingers brushed against the already wet lace fabric covering your crotch, his lips swallowed your moan.  

His lips left yours only to travel down the path of your neck; sucking over the warm skin over your pulse; making you weak on your knees. Your hand shot up to tug on his hair and you head tilted sideways to give him more access; like you were inviting him to feast on the skin of your neck. Without saying anything he picked you up and carried you to the king size bed. 

Your clothes were ripped off your bodies in less than a minute. The growls leaving his lips were almost animalistic. You were pretty sure you wanted to go along, you wanted him to take you more than anything, you wanted him to make you his more than anything...until, until he slid his boxers down. You looked at the beast and all the confidence flew out of the window. You have only been with two people in your life and neither of them were that big. Saying that Steve was big would be an understatement, he was huge.There was no doubt that if only he went a little faster he would rip you apart. So before things could go any further you stopped him. 

When you finished your bit Wanda was laughing her ass off. You were looking at her with an annoyed expression. 

“This is not funny, Wands.” You said in a slightly scolding tone. 

“You got scared of his Dick?” She asked as if she wasn’t believing what she just heard. 

“I wasn’t scared,I was.....intimidated, there's a difference. And if only you have seen it you would be scared too. He is Huge, Wands.” 

“Oh, poor baby. Come here.” She opened her arms, stifling her her laugh and you slid in. “So, What did you tell him?” 

“Steve.” You started as he approached the bed. “Steve, wait.” You said putting a hand on his chest before he could go any further. “Yeah?” He asked out of breath, eyes blown with lust as he looked down at you. Eyes lingering a little longer on the bare skin of your breast as they heaved from lack of oxygen. 

“I don’t think I’m ready.” You said and his eyes snapped to yours with confusion. 

“Huh?” He asked as if he couldn’t hear you the first time. 

“I don’t think I’m ready to go any further.” He sighed and without saying anything got up and went straight to the bathroom. 

“Was he mad?” Wanda asked with a frown. 

“Oh no. He wasn’t mad. He came back, we slept, he was nice to me and we just came back.” I told her with a smile.

“So are you gonna tell him, that you didn’t do it because you were scared of his Dick.” 

“Again, I wasn’t scared, I was a little intimidated, there’s a difference. And no, what could he possibly do about it? Chop it smaller?” 

“Maybe?”

“Hey, it's not funny.” 

“Okay, okay. But seriously you should tell him.” Wanda said and you didn’t say anything to that. Maybe you should. But you don’t have to think about it right now. 

You were getting ready for your bed that night when your phone buzzed. A big smile spread on your face involuntarily when you read the name on the screen and the text that the said person has sent. It was a simple ‘Busy?’ but it was enough to make you feel weird in your stomach again. 

‘No, just getting ready for bed.’ You hit send and you slipped under the cover beside Wanda, who was fast asleep. “What were you doing?” 

‘Just finished meeting with a client.’ He replied almost instantly. 

‘You’re not home yet?’

‘I’m on my way.’  He replied. The next two hours flew by. When you looked at the clock it was already 1 in the morning. Your eyes widen. You had work and college tomorrow. So with a heavy heart you unwillingly told him good night. 

Before going to sleep you checked your emails and saw one from your college. They said they wanted to meet you tomorrow, something regarding the college bills. You decided to meet them tomorrow.

Next afternoon you found you found yourself standing outside your accountant’s office, biting your nail in anticipation. The email didn’t mention the actual reason, it just said something related to your college fees. Fuck them for not being clear over the emails. When the other student finally walked out of the office you knocked on it. A gruff voice told you to come in and you walked inside. 

It’s been so long that you have visited this office that you had almost forgotten how Mr. Grylls actually looked. “Mr. Grylls? I’m Y/n Y/l/n. I got an email.”

“Oh yes, Ms. Y/l/n, please take a seat.” Mr. Grylls said pulling out a file which you assumed was yours. 

“What is it about, sir?” You asked with a nervous smile.

“Oh no, Don’t worry Ms. Y/l/n. It’s nothing bad. I just wanted to inform you that all your loan and future expenses has been cleared.” He said leaving a surprised look on your face. There was silence in the room for a whole minute, you were too surprised to say anything.

“What?” You finally asked. Mr Grylls realized you had no idea about anything. 

“Your-”

“Yes I heard you. By whom?” You asked with an unexpected harsh tone that you instantly felt bad about. 

“Mr. Steve Rogers.”  He replied and if I said you were surprised before...you were downright shocked now. You half expected your parents but Steve? Why the hell would he pay for your college bills? 

“Are you sure, sir?” You asked “Maybe there’s a misunderstanding.” 

“No, Ms. Y/l/n there is no misunderstanding. Mr. Rogers paid all your bills.” When you left Mr. Grylls office you were fuming. What the hell was he trying to show exactly? Did he think of you as a charity case? Was he showing how ‘humble’ and ‘Generous’ he is? What was the point of all this?

You didn’t wait for your study group and went straight to Wanda’s apartment. You will go to meet Steve and give him a piece of mind. When you reached the apartment you took out the extra key Wanda gave you and got inside mumbly some not nice profound words for a certain man. You kicked off your shoes and was about to take out your phone from your bag when you saw a figure sitting in the living room. You were almost surprised to see him there. He was looking at you with a big smile on his face like he was very proud of something he has recently done. 

“What are you doing here?” You asked not even trying to hide your anger. 

“I invited him in, hope it’s okay.” It was Wanda’s voice as she emerged from the kitchen with a cup of coffee in her hand. You looked at her and then back at him and then back at her. Wanda could almost sense the tension between the two of you so before the either of you could utter a word she spoke up again. “I think Sharon asked me to pick her up. I’m gonna go. Your coffee.” She handed the cup to Steve and sprinted out of the apartment before Steve to say Thank you.

“What are you doing here?” You asked your previous question with a much calmer tone, trying to be mature. 

“I just wanted to see you.” He said with a small frown.

“Oh you just wanted to see me?” You repeated his words with a sarcastic tone. 

“I thought you would be happy to  see me, are you not? Did I do something wrong?” He asked, genuinely confused. Either he was used to just blowing away his money or he is just a really good actor, either way he was not helping himself at all. 

“For fuck’s sake, Steve, do not act like you don’t know what you did.” You said.

“Well, there are a few things that I have done in my life, I don’t exactly know which one you are mad about.” 

“Oh don’t you dare try and and act smart. What the fuck is this?” you said taking out the copy of receipt Mr. Grylls has given you and shoving it in his face. 

He only took a second to look at the papers before looking back at you. “Oh that.” Was his response which made you raise an eyebrows. 

“Oh that. Oh that? It’s not Oh that, Steve. Its 300,000 dollars.” You said. “But what is it to you, right. It’s nothing for you. But not for me okay? It’s not nothing for me. Money is not nothing for me. I earn what I have and I would like to keep it that way. You pay 1000 dollars for my drinks and refuse to take it back, You give me 100 dollars for tips, but this, this is too much. What are you trying to show. That you can just buy everything? You can buy everyone?” You asked and he was silent, Looking at your face as you lashed out on him. “Is it because I told you I lost my job, I’m homeless, do you think I’m a charity case? Or oh my god is it because I didn’t sleep with you, are you trying to-”

“What, No. God No.” 

“Then what are you trying to do? Because I do not understand. You took me to your party as your date and now you are paying for my college expenses? What is this exactly? I can’t live like this Steve, I can’t, I need to pay you back, It can take time but I need to.”

“Fine. Pay me back.” You were confused for a second, did he just agree with you? without any conditions? “But.” Oh there it is. “I won’t accept money.” You frowned again. 

“I don’t know what you are talking about.” You said with a confused frown.

“Work for me.” 

“Oh right, because I’m just so qualified to work under your company.” You voice was laced with sarcasm. 

“You are not gonna work under my company, you are gonna work under me. It’s not an office job.” He replied, not really helping you with your confusion. “You’ll have to accompany me, to every business party, every gala that I attend. No matter in which part of country or world it is, you have to accompany me. You can pay me back like that.” You stayed silent for a second, considering his offer, not like you have any other choice. 

“That’s it?”

“It’s not as easy as it sounds, Y/n. You have to help me find clients, You have to talk to people at the Gala. You are not just going as my date, you are my representative, you will make me look good.” 

“And what if I mess up?” 

“Then you mess up my company, probably my whole job.”

“That’s a hell of a responsibility.” 

“It is. No one is forcing you. Just say no, I’ll be on my merry way and won’t bother you again.” You won’t lie, you did consider it for a second. 

“What about the money?”

“I told you already, I’m not accepting any money.”

“So I’ll just have to live under the weight of your 300,000 dollars for the rest of my life?”

“Or, you could just say yes. No pressure, take your time. I’m right here.” He said sitting back on the couch, sipping his coffee while you just stood there, dumbfounded. A few minutes later you came up with a reply. 

“Why me?”

“Why you? Well, you are smart, Intelligent and you are beautiful there’s no doubt in that. People liked you at the party, specially Tony liked you, which is kind of uncommon.....and, I like you. very much.” He admitted.

“You do?” 

“Was there a doubt? Don’t you? Like me?” He stood up again and walked closer to you, not taking eyes off of your face. 

“I-I guess.” You said, gulping down your own saliva. 

“Then is it a yes?” He said, not stopping till you were toe to toe, you were looking up at him while biting your lips. Damn he was so handsome, it was so hard saying no to him, not that you were going to anyway. 

“Yes.” You whispered. 

“Good choice. Be ready tomorrow, we are going on a date.”

“A date?”

“I just said I liked you didn’t I?” 

“Ummhmm.” He was so close to you now that it was getting hard to breath for you. 

“I’ll pick you up at three.” He grabbed his jacket and walked past you to the gate but stopped. “Also, Y/n.” He said and just as you turned around he grabbed you by your waist, putting one hand on the back of your neck he pulled your lips on his, giving you a bruising kiss. “Do not yell at me again.” And with that he walked out. 

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A/N- Oh my god, guys, how long has it been? 5 years? I’ll be honest with you, no jokes. I haven’t been writing because I’ve been dealing with some mental health issues lately. I hope you all doing well, please take care of your mental health too in this pandemic, it is just as important as your physical health. 

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Sound of Silence

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Steve comes home.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1479

A/N: This is a request from a lovely anon. It’s taken me a while to write because I’ve been so swamped with school and work and scholarships and everything in between. Thank you for your patience anon! *This has not been edited.

He’d been gone for a long time—too long. The mission had taken longer than any of them had ever expected, nearing a month in duration, and he was beaten, bloody and bruised. He craved home. He wanted it with a burning passion.

Sitting in the quintet with his team had him homesick. The mission had been a success, sure, but they were now a week overdue. Everyone wanted to be home as badly as he did. Home was where warm beds were. Home was where the familiarity lay. Home was where she was.

Oh, how he wanted to be in her arms again. Oh, how he craved her touch, her love. Oh, how he craved her.

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Stay With Me (Steve Rogers X F!Reader)

First post ever! I wrote this for my friend on Instagram, and I wanted to share it here! I hope you enjoy and any feedback/comments are appreciated!

Words: 1.2k

Warnings: descriptive injury, blood, vomit, hospitals, language (possibly?)

Steve x Reader ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Pain. All you could feel was pain. Not just some mild cramping like you usually get during missions, but hot, searing pain. Your entire body felt like it was on fire; your head throbbing as if it was getting ready to explode. 

Just as you were about to drift off into what felt like an endless void, you heard something. It almost sounded like.....gun fire? Some shouting? Maybe some explosions? What was going on? Why couldn't the world just let you fade deep into the weightlessness of the void?

Groaning, you attempted to blink away the nausea and fatigue, sitting up to get a look at your surroundings. There were trees all around you; their leaves covered in a thick layer of heavy snow. 

Snow....that explains the extreme cold beneath you, along with the softness you felt on what usually is rock hard ground. The sun was bright and beating down on you, much too bright for the liking of your pulsing headache. 

It was all too much, you leaned over on your knees and threw up, the foul taste of stomach acid coating your mouth afterwards. Not wanting to look at the mess you made, you covered it up with snow and continued to look around. You saw your teammates, but they all seemed busy fighting your enemy. 

That's right, you remembered what you were there for; Hydra had files on the Red Room, so Tony and Natasha organized this mission to get them. However, things went south pretty quickly as Hydra had been expecting you and the other Avengers. You looked around for someone, anyone who could help you get back to the Quinjet; you knew you were in no condition to fight any further. 

"....hello? Guys, I need...." you paused, holding your breath so you didn't release anymore bile, "I need help. My head..." 

Nobody picked up on comms, the line was dead. Cursing under your breath, you squinted your eyes and saw a figure in the distance fighting off about three foes. It seemed like they were losing. Badly. With further inspection, you saw it was Steve, your captain and your boyfriend. 

"Shit...." you had two options: you could either sit there and wait for someone to find you, or you could go and help Steve, and then he could help you get back to the Quinjet so Helen could nurse your condition. 

You chose the latter and slowly stood up, limping your way over to your captain, drawing your knives. The foes didn't see you coming, so you quickly stabbed one from behind, hitting them in the spine. They screamed as they went down, making the other two focus on you rather than Steven. 

You huffed as you took on one while the blond handled the other. As you were so focused on your fight, you failed to pay attention to your surroundings. Steve had taken down his opponent but quickly noticed a fourth Hydra agent closing in behind you.

"(Y/N)!" he shouted, pushing you out of the way and taking the hit for you; the bullet penetrated his stomach, making him fall to the ground. 

Out of rage, you quickly finished off your original enemy before knocking out the man who shot Steve. 

When that was done, you allowed the panic to settle in and you rushed over to the blond, "Steve! Oh my god...." you breathed out, your blood running cold at the sight of blood spreading along his suit, staining it a deep red. 

He coughed and tried to send you a reassuring smile, but it came out as a wince. Quickly, you dropped to your knees and placed pressure on the wound, letting out a quiet sob at the whimper he released. 

"I know, Stevie. I know it hurts....SOMEBODY! STEVE'S DOWN! PLEASE!" you began crying out for one of your teammates to hear you. 

More coughs escaped his lips, some blood following, "(Y/N)…sweetheart...." he wheezed out, his deep, blue eyes locking on to your bloodshot ones, "it's okay." 

Aggressively, you shook your head, pressing more pressure into his stomach; an action that made the Captain America cry out in pain, tears falling down his cheeks. 

"Why?! Steven why...." you cried, your head rapidly looking around for anybody who could help you. 

Mustering all his strength, he reached a shaking, bloody hand towards your face, cupping your cheek gently. 

"I promised..." he gasped for breath, making your eyes widen, "...that I would protect you. And I intend to keep that damn promise." 

You shook your head, "not like this! This isn't protecting me!" you scolded, wincing as your arms began to cramp from keeping pressure on his stomach. 

You made the mistake of looking down, seeing his thick and sticky blood coating your hands, the thought making you want to throw up again; your own injuries were nothing but a distant memory as you focused on keeping the man in front of you alive. 

As the moments passed, his breathing became heavier and more labored, coming out in slow pants and his eyes began to flutter closed, then open lazily every few moments. 

"Hey....hey!" you quickly removed one hand to lightly smack his cheek, smearing his blood over his skin, "keep your eyes open, soldier. That's an order." 

He chucked breathlessly, ending in a cough, "look at my pretty girl...giving the orders now..." 

Just as you were about to give up, you heard footsteps coming from behind you, making you cry out in joy, "Stevie, hang in there a little longer! Someone's coming!" 

His eyes refused to open, his breathing becoming faint and shallow. "(Y/N) (M/N) (L/N)....I love....." he coughed, blood pouring from his mouth, "I love you..." 

Just like that, you couldn't hear his breathing anymore, "Steve?" 

You shook him a little, getting no response, "Steven! Wake up! Don't you dare leave me! Not now! STEVEN!" 

Nothing. No response. Your chest heaved as you sobbed, clinging to his seemingly lifeless form...… 

Lights. Bright, white, hot lights. Throbbing. A terrible pain in his head. A weird burning sensation in his stomach; every time he shifted slightly he felt like his insides were being torn apart. Squinting, Steve slowly opened his eyes, assessing his situation. 

He asked himself if he was dead, he couldn't tell. But....then he heard it. The damned beeping sound of the heart monitor. As annoying as he found them, he was glad to hear it; it meant he was still alive and kicking. 

Out of the corner of his eyes, he spotted you fast asleep in an uncomfortable plastic chair, your hand securely locked around his. He smiled weakly, squeezing your hand in his. 

The subtle gesture suddenly jolted you awake, your eyes filling to the brim as you saw him awake and smiling, "....Stevie?" 

His grin seemed to grow tenfold. 

Despite all the pain he felt, despite the feeling of his throat being ripped apart, and even despite the fact that he felt like he wanted to sleep for the next five years, he breathed out what seemed to be the most soothing words in existence, "it's going to take more than a bullet to keep me from my best girl."

Say Thank You X

Series Summary: Nearly five years have passed since Steve Rogers saves your life without so much as a thank you. When he sees you again by chance, he makes sure that he’ll never let you go and maybe teach you some manners in the process.

Series Warning: This will be a dark!Steve fic with stalking, kidnapping and manipulating as well as non-con and dub-con situations. Please don’t read it if you don’t like that sort of thing.

Chapter Warnings: talk of Stockholm Syndrome and gas lighting tactics. 

Word Count: 3.8k

AN: Whelp this one really got away from me ngl. I had intended to include so much more in this chapter yet all of a sudden I was already at 2.8k and had hardly done anything. I hope it lives up to the hype from last chapter x

I. New York ~ II. Madrid ~ III. The Apartment ~ IV. The Trip ~ V. The Basement ~ VI. The First Lesson ~ VII. The Waiting Game ~ VIII. The First Attempt ~ IX. The Darkness

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You felt cold, huddling further into the blankets as Steve started pulling on his clothes, running a shaking hand through his hair, his eyes flickering over to you every few seconds. Even with everything that he had done to you, you still wanted to comfort him. Obviously whatever was going on was freaking him out. 

You resisted the part of your brain that craved to get out of bed and wrap your arms around him, trying to calm him down. You hated that he had done this to you, made you feel distressed for him, not only because of him. You watched as he continued to dress, pulling his pants on and then his shirt and shoes before coming back to where you lay on the bed. You watched in trepidation as he pulled you into his arms, wrapping them firmly around your body. Despite how tightly he held you, you could still feel the slight tremble that resonated through his body. Something big was clearly going on. 

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The Recruit (4/?)

Summary: Becoming a SHIELD agent had been your dream and finally, you’ve achieved it. You’re at the top of your class in every field except one—hand to hand combat, and it doesn’t impress Captain Rogers in the slightest. Instead, it seems to convince him you’re useless, setting off a tense relationship between the two of you. In an effort to bridge the gap, Bucky offers to help you train to earn your way back into Steve’s good graces. What could possibly go wrong?

Pairing: Steve Rogers x fem!Reader x Bucky Barnes (not Stucky)

Warnings: Steve might be learning a lesson…

Notes: Woohoo another chapter. Thank you all so much for the feedback on this series. I’m glad you’re all enjoying it! Enjoy this next part and let me know what you think! x

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Tony’s going to have his head once he figures out Steve’s busted another punching bag wide open. He’ll have to make a mental note to buy him some of that really expensive civet coffee he loves to chug so much. For now, he puts another bag on the hook and proceeds to wail on it. He grits his teeth painfully, tries to shove the scene going on behind him out of his head.

You’ve been sidelined, arm bound up in a cast and sling with orders to not push yourself. Shattered wrist, bruised neck, a deep purple necklace around your throat. Spirits high despite your ordeal, your injuries. You’re spotting Bucky, standing over him as he benches an impressive three hundred pounds. Your laughter carrying across the gym to ring inside his head, rattles his insides not unlike an earthquake.

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Pseudo Princess Pt.18

A Step Forward

11/27/2019

Pairing: King!Steve x Reader          Word Count: 6,213

Warnings: angst, fluff, language, jealousy

A/N: This one is a lot of dialogue. I mean, most of my chapters are but this one especially. Hopefully this sheds some light on what happened. These two still have a lot of work to do and hopefully this is the last big hiccup they have. Maybe? Who knows?!! lol Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter. I really like writing these two together after so much time of them being at odds. If you happen to reblog, thanks for helping me spread my work! xoxo

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The Recruit (5/?)

Summary: Becoming a SHIELD agent had been your dream and finally, you’ve achieved it. You’re at the top of your class in every field except one—hand to hand combat, and it doesn’t impress Captain Rogers in the slightest. Instead, it seems to convince him you’re useless, setting off a tense relationship between the two of you. In an effort to bridge the gap, Bucky offers to help you train to earn your way back into Steve’s good graces. What could possibly go wrong?

Pairing: Steve Rogers x fem!Reader x Bucky Barnes (not Stucky)

Warnings: Probably some incorrect fight-speak.

Notes: Yikes, I’m sorry for the wait on this. The holidays thoroughly kicked by ass, but now that they’re over, I should be back to regularly updating! Enjoy. x

Training begins the day the cast comes off your wrist. An exact two weeks later, and Bucky’s pounding on your door at four AM, hair tied back and biceps - both flesh and gleaming black metal - on full display in his compression tank. Coupled with your sleepiness and just how unfairly attractive he is, your brain short-circuits for a minute when you first open the door.

“Up and at ‘em,” he orders, every bit the Sergeant you’d read about.

“Huh?” you reply dumbly, wiping the sleep from your eyes.

“Time for training, rookie.” The gleam in his eye lets you know he’s teasing, but still his face remains stoic. You glance over your shoulder.

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Say Thank You XI

XI. The Syndrome  Series Summary: Nearly five years have passed since Steve Rogers saves your life without so much as a thank you. When he sees you again by chance, he makes sure that he’ll never let you go and maybe teach you some manners in the process.

Series Warning: This will be a dark!Steve fic with stalking, kidnapping and manipulating as well as non-con and dub-con situations. Please don’t read it if you don’t like that sort of thing.

Chapter Warnings: Anxiety, panic attack, smut

Word Count: 4.5k

AN: Sorry it’s been a wee while since the last chapter but it’s here now x

I. New York ~ II. Madrid ~ III. The Apartment ~ IV. The Trip ~ V. The Basement ~ VI. The First Lesson ~ VII. The Waiting Game ~ VIII. The First Attempt ~ IX. The Darkness ~ X. The Truth

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Steve watched as you slept, curled into his chest, his arms wrapped tightly around your body, pulling you impossibly closer as he breathed in your scent. He watched as you buried your head further into his chest, relishing in the way you body felt pressed against his own. He had been so scared, terrified right to his bones that Bucky would take you away from him. It had only been a few weeks but already you were a part of his life, a part of him. 

He watched as the sun began to peak in through the windows he had unlocked the night before, claiming it to be a reward for your good behaviour as Bucky had demanded. The morning light gave him hope, hope that soon the days of the basement were over. His bed upstairs had been getting lonely and he longed to be able to take you out, to introduce you to the rest of his team, to walk hand in hand down the street. 

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parabellum | s.r.

Summary: “I know I’m asking a lot, but the price of freedom is high; it always has been. And it’s a price I’m willing to pay. And if I’m the only one, then so be it.” 

WARNINGS: This is dark and sad!! VIOLENCE!! There’s mentions of torture, blood, injuries, and there’s MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH!!! I’m not kidding when I say there’s a lot. A LOT OF CALLBACKS/FORESHADOWING AND PARALLELS!!! SO keep an eye out for that, also swearing but thats the least of your worries Pairing: H.Y.D.R.A.!Steve x enhanced!Reader Word Count: 12k

A/N: This is for Nicola’s writing challenge over at @startrekkingaroundasgard​. My prompt was ‘a hero becomes a villain’. Also, this is what drove @wxntersoldiers​​ crazy last night but she hasn’t read the newest version yet so here we are (i added some extra dialogue n stuff babe)

“I don’t trust a guy without a dark side. Call me old-fashioned.”

“Well, let’s just say you haven’t seen it yet.”

They attack the Avengers Facility, snatch him between your fingers. 

It’s near midnight, you think, when they sneak into your room. They thrust a knife through your back, and Steve wakes to your screams.

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Special Lessons  -  Five

Pairing: Stepdad!Steve Rogers X Naïve!Innocent!Reader

Summary: Your step-dad has wanted you for a while. And when a conversation leads to you asking for some… special help, he’s more than happy to take full advantage of the situation.

Warnings: Smut, Age Gap (Reader is 19), Language, Older man taking advantage of a younger woman, Oral, Somnophilia, Breeding kink,

Word Count: 3.8K

A/n: hi guys. I’m back and I hope you like part 5 :) Madness will be posted tomorrow!!

PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS SORRY IF TAGS WERE FORGOTTEN/DIDN’T WORK

PART ONE. PART TWO.  PART THREE.  PART FOUR

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Steve Rogers loves his step-daughter.

Steven Grant Rogers is going to Hell because he’s in love with his nineteen-year-old step-daughter.

And with every passing day, every time his cock fills her up with his cum, he falls that much harder. She’s so desperate to please him, doing anything and everything he asks.

He notices when you start being more impatient with your mother. And your mother doesn’t seem to be any happier with you. The two of you have been butting heads more and more lately, since that day when he took you outside.

But that hasn’t made her any more irritated at him. In fact, her stamina has risen and she’s more lovey-dovey with him than she’s been in months. And that only adds to your infuriation with your mother.

“Hey, Princess.” Steve kisses you on the forehead and you smile up at him from your spot at the kitchen counter. “Hey, Daddy! Are we gonna play today?” He chuckles then shrugs, looking at you with admiration. “I love you, baby.” He leans down for a kiss and you meet him halfway, eyes closing as his soft and slightly chapped lips move against yours.

He sucks your bottom lip into his mouth, tongue laving over the supple skin before he pulls away, eyes darkened.

“I’ve got you a few things, baby.” He sets some boxes on the counter in front of you and you look at them curiously. “Go on, open them, Sweetheart.” You open up one of the boxes, giggling as you see a pretty tiara with pink gems in it.

“Because you’re my princess. And you deserve a tiara.” He puts it on your head and you smile up at him. “Beautiful.” He cups your cheeks and kisses your nose, then motions to the other boxes.

You eagerly open the largest one, features going soft at what you see.

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If I Didn’t Know Any Better - Cutthroat Challenge

Thank you again @sherrybaby14 for this lovely challenge! Very inspiring and gave me an opportunity to write a little Steve fluff! 

Prompt: Valentine’s dinner with Steve 

Sabotage One: Steve has to have a room filled with children’s toys. 

Sabotage Two: Can’t use the words yes/no/maybe or any synonym! 

Pairing: Steve Rogers x you / Steve Rogers x y/n

Summary: Who could have known that the only thing you needed to finally tell Steve how you feel would be a bottle of red wine and a room full of children’s toys? 

Warnings: Fluff, fluff, and MORE fluff! It’s my birthday, so I’m feeling fluffy. 

Words: 2k 

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“I can’t believe I’ve never been to your place before Steve!” you gasped at the glory of the expansive apartment. Nestled in, on a quiet street in Brooklyn, the antique building was almost dream-like with its ivy-covered façade and large oak trees outside. The exposed brick walls and original hardwood floors paired well with the plush rugs and brown leather couch sat in the living room. Everything was clean lines, utilitarian, but with just the right amount of sentimentality to make it warm. Homey. The kitchen, with its ample-sized marble island lay open, giving it a small modern feel for such an otherwise outdated space. In a way, the apartment was the perfect reflection of Steve. Wonderful smells wafted from the oven and stovetop, leading you further in and past the tall super soldier holding the door open for you.

“Please, (Y/N), come on in,” laughed Steve, closing the door and following you towards the kitchen.

“Where is everyone? I thought for sure I was going to be the last one here,” you admitted sheepishly as you set down your bags and began to unpack the copious bottles of wine. You attempted to suppress a smile as you remembered the aghast expression on the checkers face when you’d placed ten bottles of red blend down on the conveyer belt.

“They didn’t tell you?” Steve questioned, picking up one of the bottles and examining the label.

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You should be a bard

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Eddie Munson x Fem! Reader x Steve Harrington fanfiction

8,232 words

Eddie is sad about his D’n’D campaign coming to an end, so he decides to drag steve and the reader into creating a new one (against their knowledge). A joke is thrown about and eventually steve decides he has to prove himself.

Eddie was sitting next to you, turning an old guitar pick over in his hands after finding it in his jacket pocket. How he was wearing the leather jacket in the early summer heat was beyond you, but it didn’t matter. Finally giving up on the Walkman, you pulled the flimsy headphones off your head to sit around your neck, turning your head to look at Eddie.

Despite looking at him, you weren’t really paying attention, almost completely zoned out. Catching segments of one-sided conversation, you could hear Eddie complaining about something, intersected with moments of his old D’n’D campaign.

He takes a deep breath before falling silent, huffing in what sounds like disappointment. It’s the loud huff of breath that pulls you out of the trance that you had been in, staring at his face.

“You weren’t even paying attention, were you?” He doesn’t sound upset, rather a little amused.

“Would you hate me if I said I wasn’t?” Your sheepish confession caused him to pull his face into a fake scowl, supressing a chuckle.

You smiled back it him, turning to look at the skateboard that laid propped up on the curb next to you, taking notice of the peeling grip and making a mental note of needing to replace it later.

“How much longer do you think pretty boy is gonna take?” Eddie pokes at your arm while speaking, obviously desperate for your attention.

The stupid nickname makes you laugh a little, holding a hand to your mouth and trying not to let him see your face. You could hear the small, teasing chuckle that came from him as he leaned forwards to try and see your face. You knew a teasing comment was coming, so you quickly took a breath and sat back up, staring at him once again and trying to hold your mouth as still as possible.

“You pretending to be angry at me for making you laugh?” you have to tense your jaw to stop the smile that’s trying to pull through. “AH! I can see a smile! C’mon, don’t hold back, show me that smile.”

He reaches over, poking at your arm again, finally breaking your pathetic façade and cracking you into a smile.

“Ok ok, stop poking me, weirdo.” You swat at his hand, giggling a little as you push him away.

“Only if you answer my question,” His voice carries a smile as he continues poking you, getting in a slightly harder one before you finally manage to push him away.

“I don’t know Eds,” Despite trying to sound annoyed, it came off as more joking. You just couldn’t keep a straight face when talking to Eddie – especially when he was being so affectionately annoying.

He huffed, collapsing onto you, almost knocking you over with his body. Your hand shot out to press against the pavement on the opposite side of you, pressing into the uncomfortable concrete to hold yourself up.

“You gotta warn me before you do that Eds,” Now it was your turn to poke at him, squishing his cheek with the hand that wasn’t pressed against the concrete.

“Fine,” he mumbled, but didn’t move. In fact, he nuzzled his head into your shoulder, readjusting and getting comfy before relaxing almost completely. You took advantage of his relaxed state to push him off you.

“Hey!” he shouts, catching himself before he really falls at all, choosing to lean back on his elbows instead of pushing himself back into your personal space.

“That was rude!” He was staring at you with a look of dismay on his face, fake hurt. He was good at looking fake hurt, he was good at faking a lot of things. If it wasn’t for the fact that he hated conformity so much, you would’ve thought him a theatre kid.

Just before Eddie could open his mouth and shout at you again, someone walked out of the store behind you and cleared their throat. Eddie twisted his head backwards at an awkward angle, his adams apple protruding more than usual as he did. You twisted your body around, facing the person standing behind you, resting your hand on the concrete and getting ready to tell the person who just walked out that you weren’t causing any real problems.

Both of you were met by Steve, hands on his hips in that stance that you knew all too well. The “disappointed mother” as Eddie called it. You quickly noticed that he wasn’t wearing his work vest anymore, which meant he was off the clock.

“I would tell you two to be quiet, but I’m not getting paid, so I don’t care.” He stepped off the curb, walking round to stand in front of you and offering you a hand. “So, where we going?”

You take his hand, letting him pull you up. Eddie finally pulls his head up to look at Steve and you, taking notice of Steve’s lack of movement.

“You not gonna offer me a hand pretty boy?” Eddie smiles at him with that ever so flirtatious smile. Steve groans, rolling his eyes and stretching his hand out to Eddie.

“Thank you ever to much,” he speaks with a beautiful flourish, something you’ve only ever heard Eddie speak with.

“Shut your mouth Munson.” Steve pulls his arm sharply, forcing him to his feet in a jerk and making him stumble forwards before regaining his balance and staring at Steve’s face. Eddie and Steve stood staring at each other for a moment before Eddie walked past, gently shoulder checking Steve.

“We’re going to mine, get a move on.” Eddie spun on his heals, long brown curls bouncing around his face before settling on his shoulders. Steve scowled at him, but quickly fell into step with Eddie, something you were already doing.

Eddie managed to be incredibly fast, despite the fact he was walking backwards. You thought it was because of his long, gangly legs.

“You trying to leave us behind Eds?” You spoke in jest, laughing lightly when he looked at you.

“You really think I’d leave you and pretty boy behind, (y/n)?”

“The way you’re walking, I’d think so.” Your response makes Steve chuckle, and you puff your chest out in pride before quickly deflating.

“You-“

“One sec!” You turn tail and run, quickly realising you had left your skateboard on the curb outside Family Video. Luckily, by the time you scampered back, it was still there, so you scooped it up and turned to run back to the boys.

You noticed that they hadn’t stopped to wait for you, so you decided that you weren’t going to wait for them. In fact, Eddie had turned to face forwards, walking in in time with Steve. So, with a running start, you dropped your board onto the floor and stepped onto it. The momentum carried you for a moment but after a second you pushed yourself forwards, gaining speed and easily gliding past Steve and Eddie. You look back for a second, swaying slightly as you move and shooting them both a cheeky smile.

You come to a stop and kick your board up once you reach Eddie’s van, grabbing the end of it and spinning it a little. You watch as the boys get a little closer, raising your voice to call to them.

“C’mon you two! I thought you were in a hurry with the way you were walking Eddie!”

You get a shout back from Eddie about something that sounds vaguely like ‘and you didn’t want me to leave you behind’ while Steve giggled.

When they finally catch up, Eddie throws a lazy but rather hard punch to your arm, making you yelp.

“Hey! That was mean!”

“Skating off and leaving us behind was mean, what I did was justified.”

Eddie jumped into the driver’s side of his van, not giving you a chance before shutting the door and starting the engine. You try to run around the car as quickly as possible, intending not to get stuck in the middle seat, just about to grab the door handle as Steve shouts “Shotgun!”

“Ah fuck!” You slump a little, stepping away from the door as Steve pulls it open, gesturing for you to slip inside. You do slip into the van, pushing your board over the top of the seats and letting it fall into the back. Steve slides in next to you as you pull your seatbelt on and click it in.

“Don’t be sad (Y/n)! You got to sit in the window seat last time,” Steve says, clipping his seatbelt in as Eddie pulls out, starting the drive back to his.

“Yeah yeah, ok” You lean on Steve’s shoulder, trying to act as sad as possible to make him feel bad.

“Oh no don’t start moping, you know it makes me feel bad,” he mumbles, his voice all sad as he puts an arm around you. The rest of the drive is quiet, only the ambient sounds of the car and Eddie’s music filling the car.

By the time Eddie pulls up, you’ve stopped sulking and have picked yourself up off Steve’s shoulder, choosing instead to stare out the window. Eddie had to shove you gently to pull you out of your trance.

“You seem to be really out of it today, you ok?”

“Yeah, I’m fine, just a little out of it, like you said,” You speak with a chuckle, finally climbing out of the van, opting to leave your board in the back.

“Ok, as long as that’s it, now let’s go, I wanted to do something with you guys.”

“Always a man of mystery.”

You follow him to the door, Steve already waiting for him to unlock it so all of you can get inside. Eddie herds you both to the living room, ushering you into sitting down before running off to his bedroom.

“What do you think he’s up to?” Steve whispers, leaning over so you could hear him.

Eddie burst back in, holding a small stack of books and some sheets of paper.

“We’re designing DnD characters!” He quickly moves to put the books on the table, spreading them out to that each of the covers was visible, handing both you and Steve one of the three sheets he’s holding.

You can see the excitement on his face as he slides in next to you, beaming at you for a second before grabbing one of the books.

“My campaign is coming to its end soon, because the school year is ending and all. I really want to run another one and I wanted you two to be a part of it! So… I wanted to sit down with both of you so we could all design characters together!” everything in his voice carried excitement, especially as he tried his hardest to supress the massive grin that fought to be on his face.

“Eds, if you wanted to do this, all you had to do was ask,” you chuckle out, nudging him with your elbow and smiling at his enthusiasm.

Eddie reached forwards, grabbing one of the books and pulling it towards him, intending to use it to lean on more than anything seeing as he had read the thing cover to cover more times than you could count.

Before he could start scribbling on the page, both of you hear Steve clear his throat. Looking up, Steve’s lips were taught and pulled into a straight line, stiff and drawn in posture radiating awkwardness.

“Yeah? What’s up pretty boy?” Eddie was not rummaging around in his pockets for a pen, realising that he hadn’t brought one through with everything else.

“I don’t know how to make a character… I don’t know anything about DnD…” Steve trailed off a little as he spoke, trying not to seem stupid in front of his friends.

“Shit,” Eddie mumbled, picking up the book that had been abandoned on his lap, along with the sheet, getting up and moving to sit next to Steve. “Well then, let me help you.”

You watched both of them for a second, looking over as Eddie opened the book, showing Steve the races and pointing out which one would probably be easiest to handle for a first-time player. You rather quickly drown them out, grabbing a different book and lying down on the couch on your front. Slowly you started to fill in the sheet, starting with a name and taking a moment to consider race and class. You found yourself unable to go any further without the book Eddie was currently using, so you looked over to the both of them, watching Steve stare at the pages in confusion.

“Wait so… what?”

“You have to choose a class Stevie, so you can have special attributes.”

“No, I get that I just… How do I choose? Is there something I have to do? Is it about rolling a dice or…?”

“No, you just choose one you like, doesn’t matter how you choose it. But some classes do go better with some races-“

You chuckled, cutting Eddie off and causing him to stare at you. A look of ‘what’re you laughing at?’ on his face. You didn’t bother telling him, knowing it would go straight to his head if you said watching him explain something he liked was cute.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt just… Maybe Steve would suit a bard?” It was a joke you knew only Eddie would get. A look crossed Steve’s face as soon as Eddie started to laugh.

“What? What’s so funny?” Steve’s face looks as if its going a little red in embarrassment, looking quickly between you and Eddie, trying desperately not to be left out of the seemingly inside joke.

You’re chuckling finally dies down, and you smile at Steve, shaking your head at him and smiling more at his embarrassment.

“Don’t worry Steve, its ok. There’s just a bit of a joke in the DnD community that bards are… especially horny,” you spoke with unintended slyness, almost cackling when he looked shocked. You finally sat up, letting your legs fall apart and relaxing back into the sofa, placing a hand over your stomach. If you laughed anymore, you knew your stomach was about to hurt.

Steve had begun to see the humour in the situation, starting to snicker instead of sitting in embarrassment or anger. That was until Eddie lifted his arm up to rest his elbow on Steve’s shoulder, chuckling and saying something that made Steve embarrassed and angry all over again.

“I bet I’d make a better bard, they do have to be good at sex after all,” his voice carried with a laugh, purposely taunting Steve.

“I’ll have you know I’m great at sex,” Steve scoffed, standing up and placing his hands on his hips, staring down at Eddie.

“I bet you’ve never even eaten a girl out.” Eddie stood up, not one to let people push him around, standing chest to chest with Steve.

“I have, and I’m great at it.”

“Prove it.”

Silence fell over the room, you trying to hold back laughter, Steve standing in utter shock and Eddie with his chest puffed out.

“Wh-“ Steve started, before Eddie stopped him by holding a hand up.

“Prove it.” This time Eddie gestured towards you, arms sweeping out in a grand gesture. Steve’s eyes follow the movement and quickly meet yours. It stays like that for a second, both of you expecting the other to look away first, neither of you willing to let embarrassment get the best of you.

Steve won out however, when he moved to slot himself between your spread legs, leaning down to place his hands on your thihgs.

“Are you ok with this?” His voice was gentle, heavier than it normally would be. His hands slid slowly up your thighs, resting just above half way up. You could feel the pressure of his hands as he actually lent on them, holding himself up. You could also feel the heat rising to your face, the subtle burning in your cheeks daring you to break eye contact with Steve.

“Yes.” You weren’t even entirely sure what you were agreeing to, but you didn’t feel like you needed to. His large, warm hands on your upper thighs was enough to fog your mind and have you agree to anything he asked of you.

Steve looker over at Eddie for just a second, watching the mischievous glint that had previously been in his eyes disappear. His face dropped, reddening as Steve fell to his knees between your thighs. Slowly, his hands slid up the inside of your thighs, fingers teasing the seems of your jeans.

Steve’s fingers found the centre seem, resting right over your crotch. His thumb pressed down for a second, eliciting a gasp of surprise from you before sliding up to rest over your stomach, quickly finding the button of your jeans. It didn’t take a second for him to pop them open, showing smoothness that only came with practice.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” You understood much better what Steve was asking of you now. He was going to prove Eddie wrong, and you were going to be involved. Your breathing got heavier, Steve’s hands sliding to your hips, hooking gently into the top of your jeans.

“Yes… Yes, I want to do this.” Your voice is soft as you speak, holding onto the sofa cushions the best you can.

There was no verbal response to what you said, only Steve’s gentle hands pulling down your jeans. His hands were large and warm as they pulled down the fabric, sliding it fully down your legs until he could take it and discard it next to him. Eyes once again look up to meet yours as he leans in, kissing your clit over your boxers. He let his tongue slip from between his lips, pressing it against you through the fabric before his hands once again reached up to your hips.

Large, slightly calloused fingers dip into the waistband of your boxers, pulling down the fabric in the same way he had pulled down the jeans.

Suddenly, you become acutely aware of the other set of eyes trained on your face. Eddie. Looking up, you find the deep brown eyes staring into yours, lot looking embarrassed to be caught staring. Hell, he looked positively enthralled. The presence of Eddie’s eyes on you helped you remember the situation you were in.

Eddie’s place, in his living room, only wearing a shirt. All while Steve sits between your legs and stares at your hot, bare cunt, ready to eat you out.

Slowly, Eddie began to move towards you – feeling almost like a predator with the hungry sparkle in his eyes. Yet he didn’t touch you. Instead, he laced his right hand into Steve’s hair, pulling his head back to stare down into his eyes.

“You hesitant big boy? Makes me think you haven’t done this before.” Even in this situation, Eddie couldn’t resist teasing Steve.

“I do know how to do this.” Steve, refusing to let Eddie be right, moved in until he was an inch away from your heat.

For a second, his breath fanned out over your cunt, making you shiver. Eddie’s eyes trained on your body didn’t help, making your face burn in embarrassment. You had to look away, turning your face to watch Steve, which was a mistake. He was staring at you, mesmerised by how you look.

“Obviously you’ve never done this before,” Eddie said, hand still tangled in the pretty brunette hair that belongs to Steve. No one could get a word in before Eddie pushed Steve’s mouth against your cunt. There was a second of silence where you felt as if Steve was going to pull away and shout at Eddie – but it didn’t happen. Instead, you felt a tongue push gently against your folds, tentatively exploring.

You look down, trying to meet Steve’s eyes only to find them completely closed. Everything on his face said he was loving this. So, you decided to do the same.

You let your eyes fall closed, revelling in the sensation of Steve’s face pressed against your cunt. His tongue started to slowly drag through your folds, starting at the bottom and pulling all the way up to the top. The warmth of his tongue pulled shudders from your body, thighs tensing up with each movement he made. Eventually, his tongue began dragging further up, pressing against your clit. The sudden attention to the sensitive bundle of nerves made your legs jolt, shooting up from next to Steve’s shoulders to pressing around his head.

Subtly, he started to move his face, almost rocking it up and grinding it against your cunt. Gentle moans fall from your lips at the feeling, his tongue dragging from bottom to top before he gentle circles your clit. He does his over and over, slowly creating a warm pool in your lower stomach.

Just as you could feel the pleasure building and become substantial, you felt Steve pull away.

Except it wasn’t Steve, it was Eddie. Eddie had kept his hand tangled in Steve’s hair the whole time and was now using his grip to pull him away from your cunt.

Steve opened his eyes, half lidded and blown with lust. His lips and chin glistened with your slip, lips slightly parted. You could hear this breathing, deep but not heavy or rushed. Everything about his face said he was loving it. Large hands slowly traced up the outside of your thighs, shaking slightly before reaching your hips. Slowly, fingers grip the soft flesh, and you realise Steve is trying to pull you closer. You shift slightly as he tugs on your hips, Eddie quickly pulling him away from you further.

“So… You gonna tell me if you’ve actually done this before?” Eddie leant down, crouching down to look at Steve’s face from the side.

Hazy eyes flicker to the right for a second, accompanied by the tightening on your hands on your hips. Steve looks as if he’s going to scowl with inpatients when he finally turns his ever so slightly so he isn’t looking at Eddie out of the corner of his eye.

“Once,” He forced out, voice stuck in his throat while he waited for Eddie to let go so he could please you once again.

“Guess ill just have to show you how to do it then.” Eddie, with a little force, pushed Steve’s face back into your cunt.

There wasn’t even a moment of hesitation before you felt a tongue on your clit once again. Pleasure shot up your spine, pulling a small, quiet moan from your lips.

Steve’s tongue was once again dragging gently through your folds. Pushing out further and further to indulge in you. You could feel his tongue teasing your entrance, slowly moving around it. The groans that resonated from deep in his throat pulsed pleasure out from your core, rolling in hot waves through your body. He started to roll his face against you again, moaning more as he does.

Steve’s hands massaged your hips, pushing into your soft flesh and pulling you closer, harder against his mouth. You link your ankles together, pulling them into his back to pull him closer against you. That’s when you feel his tongue slip into your entrance, teasing you and stretching into your cunt.

Your hand quickly dug into his hair, avoiding Eddie’s hand and pulling him into you. The gorgeous, gentle pleasure that pulled through your body had you rolling your hips into his face at the same time as his subtle movements. A knot starts to tie itself into your stomach as he continues, building more and more with each stroke of his tongue.

All it takes for you to reach a point of ecstasy is for an especially throaty moan from Steve, the vibration carrying through and into your clit. Your thighs pull around his head, keeping him pressed against your cunt.

Steve finally pulls away from your cunt, taking long, deep breaths and looking into your eyes with his own deep, brown ones.

“Well than big boy, guess you do know how to eat pussy.” Eddie smirks, stroking Steve’s hair in an uncharacteristically caring way.

“I told you I could…” Steve was stroking your hips, gently rubbing his thumbs over your soft hips. Slowly you began to come down from your high, starting to even out your breathing, letting your eyes flutter shut only to be interrupted by the slow drag of calloused fingertips up your thighs.

“Don’t relax yet, its my turn.” Eddie’s voice dripped with mischief and heat, especially as he hung over you, hair falling to frame his face.

Steve didn’t hesitate, instantly pulling himself out from between your legs, although his hands lingered on the soft flesh of your thighs. However, as soon as Steve’s hands left your body they were replaced with Eddie’s, who had already dropped to his knees and shuffled between your legs.

You look down at him, settled between your legs and smiling up at you with that almost ever-present mischievous smirk on his face. He pressed the side of his face into your inner thigh, you could feel the mild prickling of stubble against the sensitive skin.

Just as you were about to say something to Eddie, something snarky in an attempt to throw him off, he placed a gentle kiss against your thigh. Then another and another. Slowly, he began to make his way up your legs, humming gently with each kiss. Small vibrations trickled from his lips into your thighs, pulling the smallest moments of miniscule pleasure from you.

He kept kissing upwards, further and further towards your core. Eventually his hands came to join in, splaying open across your inner thighs. Once again you could feel the callouses, dragging across the skin.

All of a sudden, Eddie was pushing your legs apart, almost painfully far. Then he was indulging on you, lips and tongue moving in a synchronized rhythm though your already soaked folds. Instantly, a high-pitched moan was pulled from your throat, head being pulled back and eyes scrunching shut.

If it wasn’t for the fact it happened so fast, you would’ve reached out and grabbed eddies hair. But you had no time to do that as the pleasure sunk deep into your body, so instead you grabbed the closest things to you – Steve’s thigh and the edge of the couch.

The world seemed to fall away around you for a second before you were back to reality, consumed by the pleasure of the man between your legs. His tongue moving quickly to tease your entrance, pilling away to find your clit for a second before going back to it.

When you looked down, he didn’t look like Steve had just moments before. His brows were furrowed in concentration, almost making him look concerned. But you knew he was loving it, especially when his hands dug into your thighs, gripping them and holding them open further so he could get more access.

His right hand left your thigh, removing a weight you didn’t know you found so comforting until it was gone. As soon as the thought passed, you realised he was stretching his arm up towards your face, two fingers pointing directly at your face. You know what he wanted.

Doing your best to lean forwards, you open your mouth and let his pointer and middle finger slide into your mouth. You couldn’t help but moan around them, sucking gently and swirling your tongue around them. Taking special care to drag your tongue over the pads.

Slowly, he pulled his saliva-coated fingers from your mouth, a small string of spit connecting them to your shining lips. Quickly, he brings his hand back down, careful not to bump anything with the wet fingers.

Once his hand is back next to his head, the back of his hand resting against your thigh, he pulls away from your pussy. You crane your neck to look at him as he does, watching him stare at you with almost crossed eyes because of how close he is.

Carefully, he takes the wet fingers and pressed the tips against your entrance. Pleasure is already starting to tingle outwards from your core, and it only grows once he slides one finger into you. A small mewl spills from your lips as he drags it against your walls, pulling it out almost as quickly as he had pushed it in. There wasn’t a moments hesitation however, as he gently eased his finger back into you, only this time it was accompanied by the second one. Experimentally, he dragged them across your walls, palm turned towards to sky. You were beginning to moan louder, feeling gravity starting to tug on your head in an attempt to once again pull it back to rest on the coach. And you were about to give in, until you caught a glimpse of Eddie looking up at you. His almost black eyes were staring into your own, unreadable expression on his face as he kept thrusting his fingers into you.

You felt a soft pressure pushing up against your walls, finding your sweet spot almost immediately and causing a loud moan to spill from your lips. With that, Eddie let his eyes drop back down to where his fingers were now buried inside you. It didn’t take long for him to close his eyes, pressing his mouth back against your dripping core and finding your clit with his tongue.

He swiftly set a pace, natural and soft despite the atmosphere. His fingers continued to curl up and into that soft, sweet spot while his tongue found your clit, rolling over it in tight circles. Moans were flowing freely into the air, intersected by mumbled of his name that never reached completion.

Gradually, the hand that had been gripping the edge of the sofa cushion moved to dig its way into Eddie’s hair, pulling some of the mass of curls away from his face. You could feel him moaning against you, the quiet rumbling in his throat just adding to the pleasure of the sensation.

You could feel yourself quickly approaching the edge, legs beginning to tremble – almost jump – with every tiny circle drawn over your clit. The fingers inside you started to pick up pace and curled with a little more force.

With one final groan from Eddie, you finally tipped over the edge, gripping his hair in a feeble attempt to keep yourself grounded. Everything felt as if it was falling away for a second, especially with your eyes scrunched shut.

The feeling of Eddie removing his fingers from your sensitive cunt is what pulled you back to reality, reminding you that you were in fact on his sofa, beside Steve – who’s thigh was still grasped in your hand.

Steve’s hand came to cover yours, pulling it up from his thigh in favour of tangling his fingers with yours. It didn’t take him long to start running his thumb in small arches over your hand. The sensation was comforting and, after the experience you just had, was pulling you further and further towards the cradle of sleep.

And you’re sure you would’ve drifted off had it not been for Eddie standing from between your legs, gripping your face with his left hand and pulling you to look at him. Far to close to nodding off to ask him what he was doing, you just sat in stunned silence. Apparently, that’s what he wanted, as he leaned forwards to kiss you, pressing soft lips against your own. Not even a second later you started kissing him back, moving in tandem with him, relaxing into the sensation.

You could feel the still wet fingers of his right hand against your thigh, especially as he gripped it. His hand moved almost as if he was massaging your thigh, running thumb over the inside of it. You could feel him moving closer, moving to press his body against yours.

The hand that had been holding your face moved to cup the back of head, tilting your face up into the kiss even more. It was sweeter than you had expected it to be, soft and gentle – something you hadn’t expected form Eddie.

When he pulled away, his eyes were fuzzy and blown wide, staring into your own. He was beautiful. Once again you were wide awake, staring at the man in front of you, finally coming to notice the hard on pressing against your crotch.

“Take it you want something else?” You hum quietly, reaching up to brush his hear out of his face, looking between his eyes.

“If you want it too, then yes.” It didn’t take him a second to answer, and he was already slowly rocking his hips into yours, causing pleasure and heat to once again pool between your legs.

You didn’t answer, instead pulling him back into a much harder kiss, wrapping your legs around his waist and digging a hand into his hair, letting the other rest on his shoulder. His right hand moved quickly to his hip, desperately trying to unbuckle his belt.

Your hands pulled away from where they were sat and glide down his body, coming to rest once you’ve hooked your fingers into the hem of his jeans. You pull him closer using the hold on his jeans, only then brushing your fingers towards the buckle.

You struggle a little, but eventually undo the buckle, pulling the belt free from his jeans and throwing it aside. Making quick work of the button and zipper, you unwrap your legs from his waist and tug the jeans down his legs.

Only then do you hear the sound of a soft, strangled moan. Eddie pulls away from the kiss, looking to his right. Steve looks shameful, keeping his face tilted towards the ceiling all while his right hand was stuffed down his pants. You could see the movements, he was trying to pump his fist around his cock but was struggling with such little room.

“You want a go Stevie boy?” Eddie smirks as he speaks, the normal teasing flare seeping back into his voice with every passing second. “You want to get your dick wet?” He stands from between your legs, leaning over to hold Steve’s face and turn it to look at his own. From the look In Steve’s eyes, you could tell he was desperate for Eddie to do something, initiate something.

Eddie’s face was inches away from Steve’s, you were almost sure they were going to kiss. But Eddie pulls away, moving from between your legs and standing to your left.

“Get up then Steve,” His voice was commanding, ordering Steve to stand up. He gestured to the space in front of you, in front of him, waiting for Steve. Steve didn’t hesitate, hurriedly standing and almost stumbling over his own feet to get there.

As soon as Steve was in the right place, Eddie dropped to his knees – producing an almost painful sound – and beginning to expertly undo the tight jeans that were almost painfully restrictive. Eddie didn’t bother to pull down just his jeans, instead pulling down his boxers too and freeing his dick straight away.

You marvelled at it, thick and relatively long, easily 7 inches – probably more. And you were going to have that inside you. Fuck.

Eddie was face height with it, his eyes blown wide and mouth hanging open slightly.

“I knew you were packing but this? Should’ve said something before, would’ve got bigger condoms,” Eddie murmured, getting back on his feet and walking away towards his room. Steve stood in front of you with his pants around his ankles.

“Fucking hell.” Was all you could get out, mumbling under your breath as you stared at his cock.

“What?” He seemed a little worried, staring at you with a little concern. “Don’t… You don’t like it?...”

“Don’t?... God Steve that is the wrong impression. It’s just… big, is all.” You smile up at him as Eddie finally reappears, condom in hand.

“You gonna put it on, or should I?” Eddie’s voice is sultry, and you realise he had ditched his shirt while he was in his room, now only adorning his boxers.

Steve stuttered but held his hand out after a moment of hesitation, almost as if he wanted to flirt back, wanted to tell Eddie to do it. The nail-polish laden fingers of Eddie pressed the foiled wrapped item into his hands. Steve fumbled for a second, ripping open the packaging and rolling it onto his stiff cock.

Hands wrapped around Steve’s waist, twisting his body towards you – Eddie’s hands. His chin rested on Steve’s shoulder as he guided him forwards. Once both men were situated between your legs you could hear Eddie whispering directly in Steve’s ear.

“You knew I liked them. I told you. I told you just how much I liked them but here we are. You’re going to fuck them first, get your dick wet first.” As Eddie spoke, Steve began to once again fist his cock – slowly but methodically moving his hand around himself. “You got to eat them out first, hear them moan because of you first and now this? God Steve, you’re lucky you’re hot.”

Steve let out a small, almost non-existent moan. He began to line his cock up with your sensitive cunt, pushing forwards as Eddie guided his hips, sliding in easily despite his girth. The drag of his cock eliciting a long, throaty moan from you.

“Fuck,” Steve whispered, trailing off as he looked at your face. Everything about him said adoration, absolute pleasure and adoration.

He slowly began to move, Eddie’s hands still on his hips, trying to find a pace that was good for the both of you. Only now were you begging to realise how overly-sensitive you, the feeling of him inside you almost making you squirm.

Whimpers were starting to be tugged from your throat, spurring Steve to move faster. His hands finding your hips, just about moving you in time with his thrusts, bouncing you ever so slightly.

Eddie moved away, standing to the side before falling onto the sofa, watching the both of you keenly. His hand fell down to his stiff cock, palming himself through his dark green boxers.

The combination of Steve’s thrusting and the look on Eddies face had you moaning loudly, throwing your head back and not worrying about your volume.

Your hands were on Steve’s shoulders, pulling him in and mumbling things that he couldn’t comprehend. But it didn’t matter, all that mattered was the pleasure. One hand moved to dig into the back of his hair, tugging it and pulling him into a rough kiss. You couldn’t keep your mouth closed, moaning into the kiss and feeling him slide his tongue into your mouth.

Soon enough, both of you were moaning in unison, his thrusts becoming sloppy. You could feel yourself nearing your third orgasm as he approached his first. Neither of you were going to hold on much longer. He was moaning more, messily breaking the kiss to moan your name. You couldn’t help but moan his, lifting your legs to wrap around his waist.

Steve quickly gripped your thighs, keeping them tightly wound around his waist, his hips only moving faster yet more out of rhythm. He finally pulled away from the kiss, burying his head into the crook of your neck instead.

“Fuck Steve!” you shout, squeezing your thighs around him and cumming again, the overstimulation finally setting in and causing you to whine and mewl sharply.

Steve wasn’t far behind, hips stuttering as he came, riding out his orgasm with gentle thrusting. You were starting to feel tears brimming in your eyes, even the gentle thrusting becoming too much.

“Shit, Steve-“ You gasp, pushing at his shoulders now, trying to get him off of you, legs shaking and breathing becoming hard.

He seemed confused, looking down at you and slowly pushing his torso up. His hips still as he looks at you, concerned.

“Are you ok?” He trails off as he speaks looking down your body only to look back up and meet your eyes a second later. “Do you want me to get off of you?”

You nod, whining, pushing gently at his shoulders. Yes, the pleasure is immaculate but you need a break. He pulls out of you, stepping out from between your legs and holding your face gently. He seems concerned, but it lessened when you nuzzled your face into the palm of his hand.

“Was it too much?” He wanted to make sure you were ok, and you were. Shaking your head, he seemed satisfied, finally standing fully to pull the spent condom off. He tied the top into a tight knot and walked off to find the bin.

That’s when Eddie took his chance, sliding up next to you and pulling your head to his chest. The sound of his heart beat, the gentle breathing, had you relaxing against him. You wanted to fall asleep. To drift off against the man who was cradling your nearly shaking form. Especially as his hands started to threat through your hair, started to rub and massage your scalp.

“Do you want anything?” He asked in a hushed voice, still petting your hair, still holding you close.

“You,” You mumbled, still calming down but desperate for Eddie’s touch.

“Sweetheart, you need a break.” He planted a kiss on the top of your head, using his hand to pull you against his face. “Don’t worry about me.”

“I’m not worried, I want you.” You look up at him, stare flickering between his eyes and his lips. You were desperate for his touch. “Please, Eddie, I want you.”

Eddie hesitated, the hand that hadn’t been in your hair hovering over your bare hip. Everything about him was desperate, wanting to grab you, push you down onto the sofa, use you, make you feel good.

“Safe word?” it was barely audible, but you hear it, especially with his mouth so close to your ear.

“Red.” Was all you could get out before you were pressing your lips against his. They were just as soft as before, just as intoxicating.

He began to push you down, guiding you onto his sofa, still kissing you. A hand was supporting your back while the other cradled your face. Everything was so gentle and sweet, once again Eddie was acting like a man you had never met before.

Your rough, brash, enthusiastic Eddie had melted away. Showing you the soft, gentle man underneath. But you didn’t have time to think about how much you loved it as Eddie’s hand slid out from behind your back. He was wiggling, attempting to remove his boxers from his hips without pulling away from your kiss.

Before you had a chance to reach down in an attempt to help, Eddie was shoving his boxers down just enough to free his cock. You could feel it rubbing against your slick, his hips slowly rocking to run it against your cunt.

“Let me go get a condom,” Eddie mumbled against your lips, pushing himself off of you. But you pulled him back in, kissing him again.

“Fuck it, I’m on birth control.” You looked straight into his eyes, a look in your eyes that you hoped he understood as ‘you can still go get one if you want to’.

“Are you sure?” He didn’t move, in fact he started to rock his hips again.

You just nodded and pulled him into a kiss once again, humming against his lips. The head of his cock was now starting to rub directly against your clit, especially with the soft, sharp thrusts that he was using.

After a few more thrusts, Eddie got tired and reached down, lining himself up and pressing the head of his cock against your entrance. He pulled away to look at you, straight into your eyes, something behind those dark brown pools was so soft. He didn’t look away as he pushed into you, slowly but surely bottoming out in you. You could feel him pushing your limits, pressing as far into you as he could.

“Fuck,” you whispered, out of breath from the feeling already. It was amazing.

“You ok?” He mumbled, now cupping your face with both hands. The slight callouses on his hands brought more comfort than they should’ve.

“Please… Move…” you mumbled, reaching up to hold the back of his head.

He nodded, rocking his hips at first, slow and steady. His hands moved, sliding down to your hips and holding them gently.

It didn’t take long before he started to speed up though, thrusting faster and finding an almost brutal pace. His cock was felt like it was pushing further and further into you. A delicious, building friction that pushed up and up. Your moans grew louder with every thrust, your moans of his name breathy and whiney.

He buried his face into your neck, panting slightly, gripping your hips tighter and pulling them upwards and towards his. You could feel yourself curling upwards as Eddie pulled your body. He was thrusting ever harder, groaning your name and mumbling something about pleasure. You didn’t bother to try and figure out what it was though, to consumed with your own pleasure to even attempt to decipher what he meant.

The heat was building in your stomach, a tightening pleasure that was shutting down your higher brain functions. The only thing you could do was moan, beg for him to keep going, beg for him not to stop. The perfect pleasure was just overwhelming, your sensitive cunt barely being able to take anymore.

Eddie’s thrusting finally drives you over the edge, forcing your back into a sharp arch as your hands fly down to grip at the fabric of the sofa. The slightly course fabric scrunched under your tight grip as your orgasm washed over you.

Eddie didn’t stop thrusting, riding through the pleasure of your orgasm with you. There wasn’t a chance to come down from the pleasure, especially not as Eddie was now only chasing his own.

His thrusts were now becoming sloppy, fast and punching but completely unrhythmic. He was drawing ever closer to his orgasm.

He pulled out, dropping your hips and giving you reprise from the relentless overstimulation. But he didn’t stop pleasuring himself. Instead he began to fist his dick, grunting as his hips snapped forwards in a pathetic attempt to match the rhythm of his pumping fist.

His orgasm finally comes, a sharp moan rising from deep in his chest as he makes a mess all over your chest – still covered by your shirt.

Once he was done, thighs no longer twitching and breath evening out, he fell back onto his haunches. Kneeled between your legs, he looks down at you and smiles – that same soft smile from earlier.

“C’mere, lets get that off you,” he speaks with a smile, reaching over to slide his hands under your shirt. You let him slide it off of you, raising your arms and watching him discard the ruined shirt to the side.

Only now did you realise Steve was standing to the side, having pulled his boxers back on. He padded over, gentle as ever and slid his arms under your shaking body. He pulled you up, pressing you to his chest.

“Take ‘em to my room,” Eddie spoke, already starting to clean up the living room as Steve walks away. “Get them a pair of my boxers and a shirt.”

Steve sets you on Eddie’s bed, atop his blanket and silently starts to shuffle around the room, attempting to find a clean pair of boxers and a shirt. It takes him a minute but he finds one eventually.

You reach out to take it but he ignores you, rolling the t-shirt in such a way that would ley him slide it onto your body easily. There was no point fighting, so you held your arms out and let his dress you. He slides the boxers on to, taking a moment to kiss your clothed shoulder before he stands.

Eddie then joins you, smiling at you as he puts on music, making sure to pick something that isn’t too loud or jarring. He jumps onto his own bed, bouncing on the mattress slightly.

“We’ll then Steve.” He smirks, pulling back the blanket to slide under it, pulling the both of you under with him. “I’d say you’re defiantly worthy of being a bard.”

A soft chuckle comes from the man now on the other side of you as he wraps his arm around your waist, lying down and cuddling you close to him.

“After this, I’d be offended if you said I wasn’t.”

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐭𝐡 𝐈𝐬 𝐌𝐲 𝐒𝐚𝐥𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

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Steve Rogers x fem!reader

Category: just fluff

Warnings: none.

Summary: (Name) has had a long mission with Steve, and then finally being allowed to sleep, she realized two things. One, the room seemed to be colder than a freezer. Two, it's only one bed.

A\N: I wrote this in the middle of the night, so I hope that it isn't to shaggy. Please write your criticisms in the coments so that i can know how i did.

(I swear to God, finding a good picture on Pinterest for this dude is hell)

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When scalding hot water touched her skin, she declared herself to officially be in heaven. The stale muscles began to slowly soften and the warm water turned dirty of how much grime had been stuck on her body. It was unusual for her to let it get this far without showering, but the mission that she and Steve Rogers had been entrusted had gone completely haywire, ending up postponing their return to the tower by four days.

That was why the shower wasn't her own. It belonged to a small, simple, pallid hotel that Steve had found outside of North Vancouver, Canada. Both her and Steve had agreed to leave for home tomorrow instead since neither of them trusted each other to have the mental strength and stability to drive a car.

(name) knew that some or later she would have to step out of the humid and hot shower, and face the maladroit situation on the other side of the white door. The maladroit situation being the doubled-sized bed that was so efficiently placed on the wall. And a doubled-size bed didn't look so doubled-sized with Captain America laying in it.

Also, the way that the warm water enveloped her raw, chill body comforted her, so naturally she wished to go to sleep in that warmth for the night.

Though it didn't seem like a good plan in case Steve would wake up the next morning to a dead, but warm body in the gray tiled shower. So she turned off the shower and gripped one of the hotel's towels on the other side. Wiping her feat first, she stepped out and began the process of drying herself, brushing her fuzzy-feeling teeth, dressing, and trudging out of the steaming bathroom.

She was unpleasantly taken back when she felt chill air start to creep inside her clothes and realized that it was as cold inside the room as it was outside the old, curtainless window. But it wasn't anything that she could change about it so she only continued to track down in the small, dark hall that the bathroom was connected to. There was a wall that broke the room up in twos, but no door, only a big opening in the wall.

As quietly as possible, she navigated into the sleeping area, where the lights were already of. She saw Steves's suit hanging lazily over a chair with his helmet sitting on the cushion, and she came to remember that her own was thrown on the floor of the bathroom. But the feeling of being too tired to care, and also her toes going numb made her turn to the bed. Only to see Steve already pleasantly asleep with his body covered in the duvets and soft snores coming from his nose.

(Name) didn't have to hold back the adoring smile with Steve already sleeping. She didn't have to obtain the veneer of the profession to hide the love that she held in the most secret place of her heart.

Carefully, she sat down in bed beginning to slip under her part of the duvet.

Her head fell against the headboard, and she let herself bask in the feeling of calm. There was no need to check under the bed for people, no need to search for cameras or hidden windows in the mirror. No anxiety troubled her, making her nauseous and unable to sleep. She was never courageous enough to disturb Steve with her troubles since she was well aware that he needed his rest as much as she did.

But she didn't feel that stress tonight.

She slowly slipped completely under the covers, and let herself get lost in thoughts. It was almost exciting to have such a pretty human being curled up at her side. And it was comforting to know he would always be there to protect her, even if it wasn't because of the romantic love. She hoped that he felt the same comfort with her.

"Goodnight Steve". She whispered, and let her fingertips glide loosely on the side of his face, before closing her own eyes, knowing that Steve was right there with her.

Not knowing about the small shy smile that was present on his face as she let herself fall asleep.

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Cold. That was all she could decipher. Cold, and maybe ice? Her toes surely felt like they'd gone to ice. Never in her life had she been feezing as much as now. She pulled the sheets closer around herself and tried to crawl up into a small ball in an attempt to keep the warmth in and cold out. But her tries were useless and she began to feel jealous of the warmth that Steve was blessed with just because he was a big, strong soldier with super strength.

The big, strong soldier that probably radiated with body heat if you would get close enough.

She felt helpless and therefore decided to test her theory about radiating body heat. Her body was genuinely one millimeter away from ending up on the floor, and her back was against Steve so she had no interpretation of how close he was. But she slowly started to squirm backward, and she didn't get far before she felt two things. One is a faint feeling of warmth. Two, her waist accidentally laying itself over a hand. She froze and held her breath, but Steve seemed to be sleeping as peacefully as he did before. Deciding to take another approach, she turned her body to the other way, making her back face the window instead of Steve. But ended up with her eyes wide open and facing his bare chest.

She dared to look up at his face, and her mouth opened lightly with a breath of air at the angel face that she saw. A dawning realization set itself in the room, a realization that this passion for the captain could become a problem in the future. But not at the moment.

Carefully, she maneuvered his hand closer to his own body so that she could get the space that she needed to wiggle just a little bit closer to the hot man. But to her horror, Steve moved. His head twitched, and then he started to move the arm that she previously pushed around. She couldn't move, so she just laid there in complete horror, with a sound stuck in her throat. And then from nowhere, the arm snaked around her waist and up over her back, sending warmth sizzling over her skin.

He took a steady grip around her, and effectively pulled her into his bare, smooth chest.

She didn't breathe, didn't move, did nothing as she lay there.

"You could've just asked sweetheart," Steve mumbled sleepily, his word coming out in a mush since his face was squeezed into his pillow. (Name) swallowed, hard.

"Just didn't want to wake you up. It was cold." She said, feeling warmth rise her neck.

An amused scoff sounded from Steve, and she felt embarrassment travel up her face.

"Wrap your arms around my waist," Steve said. She felt obliged to as told since she woke him up, and let her hands travel at the expense of Steve's waist. A deep breath left Steve's lips, and she let herself smile. Slowly, Steve unlocked his arm from her waist, and slowly started to gather her in his big arms.

He hugged her closer to him with the new grip that he had, and he felt her melt into his chest, effectively waking up the butterflies in his chest.

"Go to sleep now, you deserve it."

And with that, (name) couldn't physically keep her mind awake anymore, letting go of the need to cry because of physical from Steve.

And right after she was out, so was he.

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Should I open my requests an stuff maybe?

Thanks for reading btw;).

.·:*⋄𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕⋄*:·.

𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟:☀︎︎ 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭:☾︎ 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭:ꨄ︎

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᪥𝑆𝑡𝑒𝑣𝑒 𝑅𝑜𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑠᪥

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝑾𝒂𝒎𝒓𝒕𝒉 𝑰𝒔 𝑴𝒚 𝑺𝒂𝒍𝒗𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 ☀︎︎

ఌ︎Summary: (Name) has had a long mission with Steve, and then finally being allowed to sleep, she realized two things. One, the room seemed to be colder than a freezer. Two, it's only one bed.

𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈'𝒔 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 ☀︎︎ ☾︎

ఌ︎Summary: (Name) has never had the currant to tell Steve about the injuries, afraid of bothering him. Not realizing that it can backfire.

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᪥𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑜𝑑𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑁𝑜𝑡𝑡᪥

𝑺𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝑶𝒇 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 ☀︎︎ ☾︎

ఌ︎Summary: Theodore ends you friendship over a rumor spred by Rita Skita.

𝑳𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑰𝒏𝒌 ☀︎︎

ఌ︎Summary: She tries to confess by a letter, but it didn't turn out as she though it would.

𝑪𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌 ☀︎︎ ☾︎

ఌ︎Summary: Theodore is lonelier than ever, especially after receiving the dark mark. So he tries to find peace in new things. Like Choirs.

𝑼𝒏𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒃𝒍𝒆 ☀︎︎ ꨄ︎

ఌ︎Summary: Theodore and her venture down a path they'd never stepped upon. Because of Theodore's insatiable desire and her new night dress.

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᪥𝑋𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑒𝑟 𝑇ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑝𝑒᪥

𝑷𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑰𝒏 𝑩𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒈𝒆 ☀︎︎ ☾︎

ఌ︎Summary: (Name) is in love with Xavier, but can't be sure about his feelings and therefore does nothing. Until the Poe cup, where Xavier desires to make her mind a mess.

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𝑴𝒚 𝑵𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒈𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

Late Night Driving

  A/N- Hey guys! I'm yet again back with an imagine from Stranger Things!     After watching the season 4, I decided that I should start writing for it too because I'm in love with the series since it came out. 

~This imagine is for Steve Harrington. 

~Reader is a Hopper but she's not related to El biologically 

~ Sorry If there are any grammar mistakes , my main language isn't English but I'm trying to improve it by studying English Literature in university lol.

 ~ I hope you like it!

  No warnings for this imagine.

    Summary- All Reader wanted is to hang out with Steve and his friends from school but Jim Hopper - her dad - don't allow her to because he doesn't like them at all so Steve Harrington decides to take her out secretly.

  Yet another evening when you were locked in your room without even realizing what you were doing. You just wanted to go out with a few friends without asking Hopper, but he rejected you saying, "You know I really don't like those guys , so no! I will never hear this from you Y/N. Are we understood? " Actually, it was not clear, so you tried a little harder because you didn't think your friends had a problem. They were the only people you could get along with. You had a feeling for Steve in particular among them. Something you couldn't name yet. "But dad, they are good people and Steve-" Hopper gave you a look that you were sure would have laughed at that look if you weren't arguing right now, but you still held back and continued to focus on his face. His look was so serious and sarcastic.” Steve? That guy whose friends are always late for school and whose parents have drugs? Hell no!”

  " Well you drink alcohol all the time and I say nothing to your face!" You wanted to ask yourself later where that courage came from, and at that moment you really hated yourself a little bit for saying that. He was your father. Most of them were better than the father, he fed you, he took care of you, but you underestimated him again. Who knows how his heart was broken.

"To your room Y/N."

" Dad, I didn't want to. I'm sorry."

 " Go. Straight. To. Your. Room. Now!" He said, emphasizing all the words one by one. He was extremely right to be angry, but only about one thing. You had no right to insult him like that. Just because he drinks alcohol doesn't mean he treats you badly. You loved him very much and he loved you too, and you were even more connected after you lost Sarah, your younger sister. Yes, he sometimes took refuge in alcohol, but he was still your father. You apologized again in a low voice, but you were sure he didn't hear it because he was thinking about what you just said. You didn't mind and went to your room and lay on your bed.

 " Fuck, I'm so stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid! "

 "Why the hell you're calling yourself stupid?" You were startled by an unexpected voice and looked at the window behind you.Dingus "Steve! Why are you here? How did-" Steve was still trying to climb the window but you weren't going to let him in until you had your answer. There was no way. What if your father saw him? Then you really did have strings.   " Like I told you. I'm a ninja. And now for the dear God, help me! I'm stuck here! " At that moment, all the options you could do came to your mind and you grabbed him by the arm without thinking about anything. Wrong choice.

  When you pulled on him, he collapsed on you and you fell to the ground together. Steve Harrington had come to your house, or rather to your room, and he had collapsed on you. Steve Harrington, your one and only love. Ahh, if he had read your thoughts, who knows how you would look pathetic But these were all your own thoughts, and you didn't know exactly what Steve thought of you.  

     Yes, you were a friend, even further from a friend, but you weren't sure if you were at the stage of a lover. When you were below him and he was above you, you had the opportunity to examine his face even more closely. It was the first time you had seen him up close and oh my god that silky face and touchable hair. Steve Harrington was a truly wonderful man. But the sound you made at that moment was even more important because your father could come to heck you at any moment.   Yes you did argue, you did argue from time to time but he still cared about you all the time.

  "Steve, my dad."

  “What about him,” he said in a low voice. In a low but sexy voice. This man was really going to be your death. You wouldn't fall for it. "He would be here any minute, Steve. Get off of me, will you?"

“  Jesus he really does hate me, doesn't he?” You smirked at that and chuckled low. He studied you face and his eyes then stopped on your mouth. " Your smile is so beautiful, did anybody tell you that before?" " Couple of times, yes but just my dad. You're the only man who said it except my dad. " He smiled proudly and stood up. "Well I'm so glad that I said it, then." So glad.He said that he was so glad that he said it. You never expected to hear that from him. Steve was indeed a man full of surprises.

 " Why are you here, Steve? " " Well you said that you come, but you didn't so I thought I could just check out If there's something going on and I think I thought good, right? " Sometimes you were offended by Steve's knowledgable ways, but that's what made Steve Steve. If someone else did it, you probably threw them out the window by now, apart from your close friends, of course.. " Well I'm fine, you can go now before- " " Wait, what? No you're coming with me. Tell me what's going on and we'll figure something out, okay? I'm not going to let this go. I'll talk to your grumpy dad if we can't and solve it with him. " Steve seemed unaware of what your father could do to him. Your father was the best Chief Hawkins had ever seen, and of course he could take care of a boy like Steve however he wanted. Steve would be a piece of cake for him. You didn't want him to get hurt, so you told him again not to do that and go, but he had no intention of going.

 " I won't go 'till you come with me, Y/N. I want to help you. " " There's nothing going on with me, Steve. I just argued with dad but that's all. And the fact that he hates you is a wrong idea because he only dislikes you, not hates you. " “Well, that still doesn't chill me a bit.” If you knew Steve, he'd never let go of that thread. You knew he only wanted to talk to you. He wanted to get in trouble, and frankly, you would too, but it was evening, you had a fight with your father, you were sent to your room, and besides, you made a bad choice by taking Steve into your room. Still, if you were going to be back in 1 hour, why not.

  You told him that you could go out for an hour, and as soon as you said that, he was already getting excited and unable to sit still. You immediately took a jacket and went down from the window of the room and got into his car fast without seeing your father and left the road of the house.    

      “ Don't drive too far, okay? If dad doesn't find me in my room he will- "

" Enough negative things, Y/N. Just tell me everything you have in your pretty mind of yours. I'm always here for you. You know that." "I know Steve. Thank you." You said and smiled. If you were alone in your room right now and this had happened before, you would be dancing in your room screaming. That's what Steve Harrington was getting you to do.

  You were quiet for a few moments, and then Steve pulled over and sat back, taking a deep breath. He leaned towards you and you just sat there, not knowing what to do. You thought he would kiss you but he did something very contrary to what you thought and made you feel ashamed again. He pulled the arm of the seat and made it move a little farther back. You didn't quite understand why he was doing it, but it was clear he wanted to do something.

 "  So now, pretty Y/N. Open up your mind, your thoughts to me 'cause Doctor Steve Harrington is here for your service."

  Of course, you didn't open up about your feelings for him, but you talked a little bit about your problems at school, your problems with your father, and it made you feel even more comfortable. It was warm for you that Steve listened to you and laughed at you when you were angry and spoke quickly when you were angry and that he was upset when you were upset. Steve might have been seen as a cold person on the outside, but he was the opposite. People really misunderstood him. At the head of these people was your father, Hopper, but you thought you could handle this problem, and so did Steve. When the conversation was over, you took a deep breath and sat back. You felt a little selfish because you didn't hear Steve's thoughts. "What about you? How have you been. I'm sorry I couldn't ask you how you were. I'm so selfish." Steve moved a little closer to you, took your hand and looked exactly into your eyes. " Don't call yourself like that. You're not selfish first of all because I wanted you to tell yours and I love to hear about you. I actually- uhm actually love everything about you, Y/N. " It was an unexpected move from Steve, but one to be expected once you get to know him, but something you thought you would never hear. Especially from Steve.

   " Steve... I don't know what to say. "  " Don't say anything. Just listen to me, please.I wanted to tell you this way before. This wasn't a love at first sight but after getting know you better, your thoughts, your likes, Y/N I thought we would have a chance together. I thought you love me and we can be together. It was easy for me you know? To ask you to be my girlfriend but your dad made it so difficult and I thought- I thought you wouldn't love me for the things that your dad had said to you about me. But lately, I decided and told myself to screw it and yeah, here I am. Telling you that I love you.It's okay If you don't have feelings for me Y/N. Yes I will be sad but your happiness is the only thing I care in this world. " After such a confession, you were one of those who didn't really know what to say or what to do, but only a few words came to your mind. "I love you too Steve Harrington."

  Steve's face directly lighted up and he bursted into laughter. He pulled you up and placed you on his lap. The already tilted back seat gave you even more room and held you comfortably in his lap. His slender but strong fingers gently grabbed your chin and pulled you to him. He searched your eyes as if to ask permission before closing his lips to yours, and after seeing that light, he started kissing you. His kiss was so soft and slow that it was as if the world was spinning around you, time had stopped.

  It was an incredible thing. You were in Steve Harrington's car, you were in his lap, you were kissing. At that moment, you didn't care about anything. It was just you and Steve in that moment and nothing could have mattered. Staying in the moment was one such thing. And so now you knew Steve Harrington was yours. And you were his. After you parted your lips, he rested his forehead on yours and you stayed like that for a while and only your breathing could be heard in the car. But there was something you forgot. Your father.

  "Steve?" “Yeah?” “Can you take me back? My dad will be very mad.” He shook his head and kissed you hard for the last time and left. You slid into the side seat and repositioned it, leaning back and watching him. All along the way, only the music on the radio could be heard, which was frankly good. Because really, if Steve asked you anything, you didn't quite know what to answer after that kiss. When you turned to the street where your house is located, you asked him to let you out at the corner so that your father would not see the car. Steve thought it was more appropriate and stopped the car on the corner.

  “Look at me, baby.” You turned to him and couldn't help the grin on your face. Pursing his lips, he was waiting for you to kiss him. Literally Dingus. You gave him a quick but sweet kiss on the lips and you got out of the car with a wink. When you looked back often as you ran towards the house, you saw that he got out of the car, put his arm on the top of the car, and followed you with that stupid grin on his face. Before leaving without lingering too much, you entered again through the window you left open and took a deep breath after entering. There was no sound from Hopper. You assumed that he had fallen asleep on the sofa again and opened the door slowly and entered the room where the living room was with silent steps.

   You were not mistaken in your guess. Hopper was there. He was lying face down on the chair, with the top open. Surprisingly, he had no drinking bottles or anything about cigarettes with him. You took the blanket that lay on top of the single chair and slowly spread it over him, and then bent over and placed a kiss on his cheek. Even though it may bother you to do secret business with your father, this evening was the best evening of your life. Everything would be fine. You went into your room and after closing the door you went to bed. You thought about what had happened tonight and fell asleep with the big smile on your face, dreaming about Steve.

Jeez, don’t die on me!

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Prompt: "Jeez, don't die on me!"

"Don't tell me what to do, I'll die whenever the hell I want!"

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Warning: Blood Mentions, Swearing, knife wound

Word Count: 800+

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- ___?... ___! Where the hell are you! - I heard through the earpiece, I didn't have much strength to speak and much less to move from the cold floor of that building. Blood was coming out of my body as I had some knife wounds on me. My muscles did not work a hundred percent due to the fatigue of fighting. This mission was not as important as the others, but being separated from the other teammates, the opponents were able to reach me faster.

It was Bucky, Steve, Natasha and me inside the fight. In the distance I could hear hurried footsteps running towards me, strong arms took me and brought me close to a chest, I saw a blur to which I couldn't decipher who it was, but once he spoke, I could tell him apart.

- ___, you're here!... You're... bleeding! It's too much...- Steve took my body in his arms and I felt how he ran towards what seemed to be the ship to return, I started complaining a little from the drastic change of position.

- Steve? ... Let go of me, I can… - I tried to get out of his grip, but I was too weak.

- Stop complaining at least once in your life and try not to close your eyes, okay? - I sighed and nodded slightly, I struggled not to close my eyes, but sleep was taking over me. He looked at my face for a few seconds, seeing how my eyes closed on their own.

- Jeez, don't die on me! - He let out an angry shout as he quickly entered the ship.

- Don't tell me what to do, I'll die whenever the hell I want!... And this is not my time to die. - I tried to sound as strong as possible, but came out weak and soft.

Shakily, he left my body on a nearby table. Before sighing loudly. - Not even when you are bleeding and dying, you can put aside your stubbornness. Now try to hold out until the tower to be healed.-

I opened my eyes a little, but closed them again because of the clarity of the lights. We waited for everyone until they arrived, and we started heading to the tower as quickly as possible. There was panic, sadness, fear, in everyone's eyes when they saw me on that table with blood around my body and on my clothes, but they kept quiet to not stress me more than I was. At times, I moved some part of my body, but there was always that hand that kept me still in my place.

- Steve, leave me alone, my body hurts, don't you see? Let me move a little. - I mumbled as I reached my trembling hand up to his to remove his hand. - Do you not understand that you should be calm without making an effort? - He responded in the same way, I could find concern in his voice.

- I'll be fine, ok? Remember, ___ never dies. I could burn your hand, but I have no strength. - I gave a small smile before opening my eyes a little, to meet his gaze. - I'm fine, don't worry too much and don't blame yourself either, I was the one who separated from you guys, I kinda deserved it. - I laughed softly until I saw a smile from that man. - There's the smile that I love, but please remove your hand, I want to move my muscles a little. -

After some talks and fights between us, we were able to reach the tower, and they immediately took me to surgery to close my wounds and give me blood transfusions because of the big loss I had. Hours later, already in my room, I heard the door open and a person enters, it was him.

- Hi... How do you feel? - He sat next to me and I turned a little as I could to see him. I smiled when I saw his eyes full of concern. - I feel awesome as if someone had hit me with a truck. I told you I'd be fine, but you're so in your mind that you never listen to me. - I saw when he started laughing and then he started looking for my hand, once he took it, he caressed my knuckles which were bruised from fighting.

- I'm fine now, stop worrying, in less than a week I'll be ready to kick your ass in practice. - I smiled happily and saw how he approached to kiss my forehead, I closed my eyes feeling his lips while I had a smile on mine. - For the first time, I will say that I would love for you to do it. - Only our laughter could be heard from the room, while everyone outside was listening to our conversation with a smile on their face.