The Reader inadvertently gets Steve hot and bothered by almost getting into a fight.
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader (Y/N)
Warnings/Promises: language, alcohol, elevator SMUT, dom!Steve, dirty talk, orgasm stealing, begging, implied further smut
Word Count: 1540
Note: This was supposed to come out last week. Oops. I’m fighting not getting burned out till I can go home for break, so bear with me. Have some Steve Rogers smut in the meantime. Tag lists and requests are open. Enjoy!
Another holiday season. Another one of Tony’s parties.
“Can I get you a drink?”
“I’ve already got one, thanks.” To emphasize your point, you took a sip from your glass, showing off that it was still half full.
The man didn’t take the hint. “That looks like a hard drink for someone as soft as you.” He ran his knuckles up your bare shoulder. “Don’t you’d think you be better off with something sweeter?”
“I’m sweet enough. Excuse me.” You tried to leave, but the man placed his hand on yours over your glass.
With a glare from you, he retracted his touch and held his hands up in defense. “Didn’t mean to offend. But I want to give you a better night than drinking by yourself.”
You sighed. Why wasn’t he going away? “Actually, I’m here with someone.”
He looked around. “Really? Well, it’s their loss for leaving you here all alone.” He leaned close to your ear, grabbing your arm so you couldn’t get away. “I bet they leave you to take care of yourself too. Take what they need and then leave you flat. I could do so much better, baby. Give me a chance.” Then he grabbed your chin and leaned in for a kiss.
Faster than he could open his eyes, you landed a punch to his jaw and grabbed him by the throat, pinning him to the bar.
“Y/N!” Steve rushed up, having finally escaped a ‘Stupid Tony Storytime’ with Rhodey. “Let him go.”
Begrudgingly, you did. The man sputtered and coughed. “Crazy bitch.” Steve caught you around the waist before you could launch at him again. “You might want to keep your girl on a tighter leash.”
“Says the man who wouldn’t take no for an answer,” you growled. Steve pulled you closer to his body. Your breath hitched to feel his hardness straining against his jeans.
“Might I suggest you get lost?”
He looked between you both, then scurried away holding his jaw.
Steve chuckled to watch him go. “Now I know why Bucky was always pissed at me.”
Rolling your eyes, you shrugged out of his grip. “I had it under control.” You avoided his gaze, even as he linked his fingers with yours and pulled you out into the hallway.
“Mhmm. And public relations would be giving me another earful.” The elevator dinged as the doors opened. Once inside, he pressed the emergency stop. You flattened yourself against the cold metal walls, admiring the way his arms flexed braced on either side of your head. “Though I have to say,” he glanced down to the bulge in his pants, “you never fail to amaze me.”
Faster than you could blink, his lips were on yours in a scorching kiss. You tried to link your hands around his neck, but he pinned your wrists to the wall. You whined. “Steve-“
“Nuh-uh. After that stunt you pulled, you really think I’m going to let you touch?” With a tilt of his head, you could see how dark his eyes had become. “No.” You shivered with the chaste kiss he pressed to your lips. “You’re going to have to ask forgiveness first.” His nose nuzzled against yours. “Hands on the wall, baby.”
You did as he commanded, rubbing your thighs at what was to come. Steve nudged your stance open with his shoe, giving you a glance that made you whimper. Not yet. He may have been Captain America, but you weren’t going to fold with just a look. A soft whine panted from your lips as he breathed down the curve of your neck. Okay, maybe you could fold a little bit. Your hips jerked as he popped the button on your jeans. With a little more maneuvering, his reach was down your front and two fingers were pressing up and down on top of your panties.
Steve chuckled darkly. “I can already feel how wet you are, baby doll. Do you like the idea of getting fucked in an elevator?” Nodding, you watch his tongue dart out to wet his lips. “I’ll have to keep this in mind for when I want to see how fast you can cum. Get in on the bottom floor, have you moaning and barely standing before we get to our floor near the top.” He slipped his fingers under your panties, just barely curling them. “But how to hide you from other people who might need the lift? Hmm. Any suggestions?” Already, your brain was addled, though you had come up with something. Just as you opened your mouth to answer, he sucked down on your neck and quickened his curling. You squeaked instead. “Another session, perhaps.”
“Please,” you breathed, “Steve-“
“Yes, Y/N?” He leaned back from your neck and watched your hands desperately tap at the wall.
“Let me touch?”
“Not yet.”
“Yes, Sir.”
The title gave him pause enough to smile with pride. “Good girl,” he said, tapping your nose before swallowing your following cries with a kiss. While one hand was focused on your sex, the other palmed over your breast. He growled to feel your thin lace through your blouse. Pushing your top fabric up, he groaned and nipped at the swell of your breasts. “Gonna take my time with these later.”
By now, you were clawing at the cold metal. “Steve, let me touch.” Without being able to wait for his reply, you reached forward and ran your hand along the outline of his cock. A second later you realized your mistake. Steve pinned your wrist to the wall, touching his forehead to yours.
He tsked. “What am I going to do with you, Y/N? You think you’re impatient? I should have left Rhodey the second I saw that creep lay an eye on you. Watching him stalk you like an animal made my skin crawl. Then you went and did your thing.” He barked a laugh. “Almost couldn’t make it to the bar since you got me hard just like that.” To prove his point, he moved your hand to his length for just a second, then placed your palm back as it was before. “Leave it there.”
Your attempt to say “yes, Sir,” broke once it hit the air. Steve had renewed the pace of his fingers and his mission to sweetly torture your pulse point. Despite the warning, the chilled, unforgiving elevator wall wasn’t enough to ground you. The lighting zings through your pulse were making it hard to breathe. Or was it Steve’s stifled moans against your skin? Either way, your other hand reached and curled into his hair.
Steve growled. He pressed his body flat against yours, stretching your arms above your head and holding them there. You bit your lip as he rolled his hips into yours.
“That’s two. If you get to three, and I run out of ways to hold you, then I’m just going to grind into that desperate heat of yours till I cum. And you’re just going to have to stand there and take it. No matter how messy you make my jeans. Am I clear?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl.”
He gave you another warning roll of his hips, then gripped your wrists in one hand. The other returned to its prior occupation, teasing you and making your body shudder. All under his focused observation.
You were so close. But just as you were seconds from the brink, Steve would change his tactic and revert your pleasure. The jump from one high to the other kept you from taking that last step to release. You knew what you had to do.
“Steve,” you rasped, “let me cum?” You forced your eyes open to look into his heavy blue gaze.
He smirked. “Beg me nicely.” With a cry, you bucked down onto his hand, frustrated that he had slowed down to almost nothing. Steve tilted his head, waiting for you to take that last step.
“Please, Sir. Let me cum! I’m so close, and your fingers are so good. Please. Let me cum on your fingers. Then on your face and on your cock. I need it. I need to give it to you. Please, Steve. Please!”
Steve gave you what you needed, plunging his fingers deep into your slick and his thumb circling your clit. A strangled scream burst past your lips, quickly swallowed up in a kiss. He kept going. Faster and faster until your legs quaked and you feared they would collapse under you. Steve felt you clench in panic and stepped close, wrapping a strong arm around your waist and allowing your hands to fall to his shoulders.
When you couldn’t scream anymore, he withdrew from your pussy. Through half-lidded eyes you watched him suck his fingers clean. Then your jeans were rebuttoned. Your shirt brought down to cover your flushed skin. And then he stepped away like nothing had happened. The elevator dinged as it came back to life.
Had anyone entered, there wouldn’t have been any evidence to what happened except your smeared handprints and your blissfully exhausted expression.
“Recover while you can,” Steve mentioned. “Because I’m not done with you yet. And our floor is only a few seconds away.”
Brooklyn has never been a safe place to begin with. Sometimes getting rescued can take you deeper into danger. When the reader finds herself suddenly swept into the secrets of vampires and a pair of crystal blue eyes, she begins to find answers to questions she never thought she would ask.
Pairing: Modern Vampire!Steve Rogers x Reader (Y/N); original villain, appearance by Wanda Maximoff
Warnings/Promises: opening trigger warning for assault (it is unsuccessful), moments of terror, vampires doing vampire things, vampire-related deaths, mentions/descriptions of blood (it is a vamp fic after all), SMUT, oral (female receiving), smut is noted so you can skip it if you’d like
Word Count: 6000 (sorry, not sorry, so much plot!)
Note: Written for @after-avenging-hours August AU Challenge. This is as close to writing horror as I have ever gotten. So be thus warned. On a funnier note, I forgot who I was writing for and had to completely rewrite my outline. (That Vamp!Loki fic might come out at a later date.) It still came out good and I hope you enjoy it. Feedback is super appreciated!
The moment you felt his eyes on you in the diner, your body shivered and filled your bloodstream with adrenaline. Your fingers and toes twitched with the urgency to run. Then you thought it over. You were in a public place. There were several people around, and you could leave when another table did. The idea worked until the party you followed went in the opposite direction from your apartment. Swallowing the dryness in your mouth, you turned towards home a few blocks away.
Your footsteps had an echo.
You looked over your shoulder. There was no one there. By the time you’d walked one block, your heartbeat was louder than your steps and fast enough to sound like running. So you did. You ran.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
Three pavement chunks crossed.
Thump. Pat. Thump. Pat. Thump. Pat.
It was harder for your echo to keep up, but he did. A hand snagged your hair and tugged you back into a hard chest. Another hand clamped over your mouth as he dragged you into an alley. The streetlights flashed over the blade that cut through the strap of your purse. Bright teeth smiled, and the knife toyed with the buttons on your shirt. It cut through the top one. With your eyes, you pleaded for mercy.
Over his shoulder, two red lights blinked.
The knife and the smile were gone. You stayed where you were, frozen, as you listened to the scuffle. Somebody thudded into the wall with a groan. Small metal broke on the brick. A larger metal rang as it was picked off the pavement, then jingled as it fell. There was a harsh cry. Then a drowned gurgling.
You squeaked as cold hands tapped at your shoulders. Looking up, the two red lights drained into two blue eyes.
“Are you alright?”
The adrenaline in your system gave up, and darkness rushed up to meet you.
***
Your phone alarm was a rude awakening. It buzzed and fell to the floor, forcing you to crawl out of bed to find it. Officially awake, you took a second to breathe. What a terrible dream. The missing top button said it wasn’t a dream. You shot up. Did your attacker get murdered? Why weren’t you at a hospital? What if your memory was wrong? Were you even attacked? Stretching, you confirmed you had been. The tops of your shoulder blades were sore and you could feel what used to be ragged skin from getting shoved into rough bricks. Who had patched you up?
This was way too much thinking. Especially before coffee.
Groggily you walked to your kitchen, bumping into things that seemed to have shifted overnight. At least your coffee machine was still automatic. The cup seemed unfamiliar, and you weren’t sure why you left it on the counter, but it held coffee just fine. You opened up the fridge for creamer.
There was blood everywhere. Rows and rows of it. Hanging in bags from the racks and from an extra bar on the top. Various types, A+ through O-. And there was a container of creamer, which you hastily grabbed before shutting the door.
You were still dreaming. You had to be. The gurgling. That’s what it was. Way too many movies and then the stress from last night, yep. Your addled brain was making you see things. And the way to prove it was to look again. You took a deep breath and looked again.
Blood packets.
The door shut and opened several times as you tried to bring yourself back to reality.
Coffee. You needed your coffee.
“Don’t drink that.”
With a shriek, you dropped the cup. It never made it to the ground.
A large blond man was before you in a blink, holding your unspilled cup. “It has iron powder in it. Not that it would hurt you, but it probably wouldn’t taste good. At least to you.” The man stepped back and added some sugar to the cup before taking a sip. He reached into another cabinet and pulled out a travel-sized creamer. “Here. Use this, and you can take it home when you leave.”
Home?
Loose ends snapped into place. The things that had shifted overnight were not yours. The cups were in the wrong place. And now that you were paying attention, the walls were a different color and there wasn’t an atom of light coming through the curtains. The fridge. One more thread clicked, and you hastily ran your hands around your neck.
The man chuckled. “I didn’t bite you, don’t worry. I would have taken you home, but I didn’t have your permission to look through your things. Or to enter your place. You passed out before I could ask.”
“Where am I?” Before he could answer, the rest of your questions spilled out. “Who are you? What happened to that guy? When did you patch me up? Are you going to drink me? Am I dreaming?” You let him guide you to a chair and focused on breathing. The man started pouring another cup.
“My name is Steve. You are in my apartment, about twelve hours from when we met. We are across the street from the alley. The man who attacked you has ben taken care of. He’s alive and in jail. I patched you up while watching the police cars through the window. When you didn’t wake up for a while, I almost called the hospital.” He placed the tiny creamer and the bowl of sugar on the table in front of you.
“I don’t blame you for not taking me,” you said, playing with the sugar spoon. “They shouldn’t have had a reason to peek, but your fridge looks incriminating.”
“Thank you. I am not going to bite you. And,” he handed you the cup, “you are not dreaming.” The warmth from your cup and the way it burned our tongue verified his last statement.
Your breathing had eased down to normal. Your heartbeat was approaching sleep-steady. Steve sat across from you and waited patiently. You watched him too. How his eyes didn’t waver under your gaze. Your fear faded away into curiosity. “Am I allowed to ask questions about… being a vampire?”
He nodded. “Of course. Am I allowed to ask your name?”
“Yeah,” you blushed. “Y/N.”
“Nice to meet you, Y/N. Ask away.”
It was the best conversation you think you’d ever had. The books had some correct things but were completely wrong in others. Like Steve couldn’t go out in the daytime. So he had black-out curtains and as a further preventive measure, he painted the glass too. He showed you, pulling back the fabric to reveal pictures rendered in an opaque stained-glass style. If there had been light coming through, you would have believed they came from a church. On the other hand, he was not averse to garlic and used it a lot in his cooking. Neither silver or crosses had any effect on him.
Steve asked you questions too. You told him about your job at the call center for the police station. You had been leaving to enjoy a few days off. He was glad he could help and that he wasn’t costing you your living. You told him about Wanda, your best friend who worked at the station next to yours and about your boss. “She’s not supposed to make us work overtime because of the phycological strain of taking emergency calls. But she’ll squeeze in an extra hour or two and guilt us out of overtime pay. One of these days the regional manager is going to show up and probably fire her. Unless she grovels her way out of it.” When you told him about your kickboxing lessons, he wasn’t as surprised as you were that you froze.
“If you need someone to practice with and gain the muscle memory that you need, let me know.”
It was dark again by the time the conversation puttered out. You were tired, and Steve had noticed. He offered to walk you home. At the main door to his apartment complex, you had to laugh. Across the street and one building over was your apartment complex. You invited him up.
“If you promise not to bite me.”
Steve smirked. “I won’t. Unless you ask me nicely.”
***
“Wanda, you should see this guy.” You flipped through your phone for pictures. It had been a couple of weeks but still, Steve kept checking up with you. “He walks me home from night shifts, so I feel safe.”
She hummed appreciatively at a picture you took of the two of you on the fire escape. “And you kept him a secret for this long because…?”
Oh, so many reasons. “I didn’t want you to freak out. And I wasn’t expecting him to stick around this long.” You hissed as she elbowed your ribs.
“McCready alert,” she whispered. You both lowered your heads and focused on your lunch. Still, your boss came over.
She tsked. “Hurry it up, ladies. Chatting is for once you’ve left the building. And Y/N, put your phone away. I know it’s lunch, but it’s still the tax payer’s time.” She waited for your ‘yes ma’am’ then turned on her heel and left to fret over another group of workers.
You and Wanda leaned back in your chairs. “I can’t wait until management gets wind of this,” Wanda moaned.
“Wait. You did it? You actually did it?”
She gave you a mischievous smirk. “Had to sneak my phone for a video of her pressuring Maria last week, but yes. The email has been sent. There are multiple copies of evidence. We should be rescued any day now.” You gave her a tight hug before going back to work.
The day turned sour after that.
“Yes, Ma’am, help is on the way.” You switched over to a cop ready for dispatch and told him the address. “Another body. Same as the others. Bloodless and with a punctured neck.” That was the third call of it’s kind that day. By the time you were about clock out, there had been three more. But the last person who was called in had survived. And they were still lucid as they were being strapped to the gurney. Which of course was caught on camera by every news station in the city.
The man’s eyes were glassed over with newly formed cataracts. “But I saw him. Big. Broad shouldered. His skin was cold as ice.” He reached out and grabbed at a first responder. “And his eyes. Red as a sunrise. He caught me in those and then I couldn’t see anything.” The doors closed and the sirens ended the video.
Steve was waiting for you in the lobby when you got off. “I know. I heard.” He waited until you were out in the street away from the last people going home before continuing. “It wasn’t me. These attacks happened during the day.” He took your hand and gave it a squeeze. “There’s another vampire in Brooklyn.”
He was forced to stay in as the attacks continued; you stayed with him every night. Six more each day and there were no other survivors. Even the guy in the hospital died. Some reports said from his wounds. One report you overheard in the break room from the case detective said that he was found with two more holes in his neck. Whoever was doing this had come back to finish the job.
By the fifth day, Steve was weak. He could barely walk from his bedroom to the kitchen. The once eerily stocked fridge was depleted to only a few bags. Rationing them wasn’t working. And worse: because the blood wasn’t flowing, not alive, if the attacks went on much longer he was going to have to go out and hunt. And possibly get caught in the frenzy.
He chuckled as you dabbed his clammy skin with a damp towel. “I can’t starve to death, one of the perks of being immortal. But this isn’t even as bad as when I was holed up during the Jack the Ripper Scare.” You sat back on your haunches and squinted at him. “Fine. I wasn’t around back then.” He looked less in pain while he was talking, so you tried to keep it going.
“When did you turn… get turned?”
“World War Two. I was a skinny kid and couldn’t get into the army. A doc caught me lying on my papers and told me about an experiment he was running. I showed up and he injected me with something blue. Didn’t find out until later that it was vampire blood.”
“Blue?”
“Yeah. Confused me too. Vampires can’t make their own iron, so our blood doesn’t oxidize when it makes contact with air. When we… feed… the iron we ingest flows through our bloodstream like anybody else. That’s what’s so confusing about these attacks. Feeding on people should only give them anemic qualities for a few days. But they have been completely drained.” He gasped and sank further into the pillows. “We only tested with so much. Maybe if they had made me drink more I would know enough to help.” He hissed and grit his teeth and you reached forward to use the towel again. He grabbed your wrist. You couldn’t help but notice the purple back-hue to his eyes as his thumb traced over your veins on your wrist.
You leaned closer. “What? You gettin’ hungry?”
“Don’t tempt me, doll.”
You bit your lip. “What if I want to tempt you?” He let go of your wrist and guided it to your lap. “Really. I hate seeing you like this. Please.” You kissed his forehead. “Let me help.” He shuddered a breath as you nosed across his cheekbones. “Steve, please.”
Next thing you knew, you were on your back. Steve’s eyes were dark and focused. “Are you sure? I wouldn’t take much, but I don’t want to hurt you.” He groaned as you turned your head, giving him access to your neck.
“You won’t hurt me. I trust you.”
He nodded and took a deep breath, gazing at your exposed neck. His eyes glazed over with the same red hue you saw all those nights ago. Your breath caught in your throat as his lips made contact with your skin. He chuckled as your heart rate increased. He nipped at you, just enough with his sharp teeth to allow the tiniest amount of blood to well to the surface.
“Last chance,” he said, his voice an octave lower.
“Yes.”
{Smut Starting}
You gasped. Because of the placement, it felt like any other hickey. It made your skin flush and goosebump. As he kept going, time slowed. His words muttered against your skin sounded like he was yards away in an echoing tunnel.
“You taste so good, Y/N. Makes me wonder what the rest of you tastes like.” He moaned as you gripped his biceps. “Would you like that? Hmm? Me taking all of you. Your blood, your essence, your pleasure.” He inhaled and kissed across your collarbone to the other side of your neck. “If you have an answer, best make it now.”
“Please, Steve,” your breath hitched as he ran his teeth over your shoulder. “Please.”
He pulled back. His cheeks had a rosy hue that contrasted with the dark lust in his eyes. “No tricks, no powers. Do you want this?”
“Yes.” You pulled him down for a kiss. The shirt you had bundled in your fists was tossed away, giving you access to so much skin to touch and admire. He rid you of your clothes too, shredding them. You got rid of your bra yourself.
Steve wasn’t focused on your chest once he had your shorts off. Your thighs were parted wide as they could go. He nipped up and down your stomach, not breaking your skin, before nosing down your thighs. “I hope you like to scream, Y/N. I like my meals vocal.” He caught your gaze. The comparison hit you. The way his eyes hovered between red and blue reminded you of a night sky at its darkest right before the dawn. Satisfied that he had your attention, he began to suck hungrily at your sex. Indeed, you did scream. You would have screamed down the stars if he had just. Let. You. Reach. That. Peak.
You were panting. Eyes glazed and unseeing besides your focus on him. Your nails lightly scratched at his scalp, making him grunt. You were shivering too.
“’bout ready to cum, baby doll?” he joked, taking a breather to mouth at your inner thigh. It made him laugh when you couldn’t form the words, insisting instead by furiously nodding your head. You arched back into the pillows as his hand sank down and a finger curled through your folds. “That’s it, doll. Let me take it all.” He added a second and set his mouth against you again. Your body was quivering on the edge until he sucked down on your clit. While you were falling apart, you could hear him lapping up everything.
His hands, cool against your passionate heat, moved up your body, followed by the rest of him. You reached for his belt buckle and found it missing. Instead, your hands wrapped around his length. It was your turn to toy with him now. Each stroke and twist made him hoarsely moan and gasp.
With a broken chuckle, you reached lower and tightened your grip at the base of his cock. “’bout ready to come, baby?”
He batted your hands away and pinned your wrists above your head with a smirk. He mouthed at the valley of your breasts, then moved up to lave at your nipples. You writhed in his grasp. “Not so cheeky now, huh?” He moved to your other breast, making you mewl under his ministrations. Shifting his grip, he held your wrists in one hand. With the other free, he traced it down your face, pushing your hair out of the way, and then to his bite. You shuddered as he touched it and kept trembling as he continued down your body. He teased his head at your entrance, coating his length in your slick. He captured your lips in his, delightedly swallowing your scream as he bottomed out in one thrust.
Steve fought to control his breathing as your walls welcomed him in. His grip faltered, and he had to brace on either side of you. You kept your arms up. Ready, you started the rolling pace. He moved with you, easing you into something faster and breathing hotly on your neck. He brought his face nose-to-nose with yours and thrust faster. Harder. Until you were seeing stars.
“Steve-“
“I’m right behind you, doll. I’m right. There.” He reached for your clit again. “Let me hear you, Y/N.”
You weakly cried out as your toes curled. It turned into a scream as Steve bit down on your neck as he came. Your vision blanched. He fell to one side, chest heaving. Not that you could catch your breath either.
{Smut Ended}
Faintly, you could feel his lips at your neck again, his tongue running over your punctures. “They’ll be gone in a few minutes.” He sank back into the pillows and pulled your hand onto his chest.
For once, Steve’s skin was warm under your touch. You hummed and snuggled closer to him while you dragged your fingers up and down his chest. Your mind turned on again, against your will.
“Have you loved before?” you asked.
His chest rose and fell deeply. “Yes.” You paused to let him continue if he wanted to or to change topics. “Her name was Peggy. Back during the war. Soft hair. Powerful brown eyes with legs for days. And British. She kept them from putting me in an early version of cryo. Helped me escape too when they wanted to keep using me for spy missions.” His Adam apple bobbed in his throat. “She wouldn’t let me turn her.” He said it without malice or blame, but you could hear the hurt. “We were married, but eventually I had to tell people I was her son.”
You knew the answer but hoped that you could be wrong. “Where is she?”
“Back in the UK. She left in her sleep. Peaceful. As it should be.” He placed his hand over yours on his chest. “I’ll always have her. And you will always have me.” He kissed the top of your head and held you as you fell asleep.
***
As suddenly as the attacks started, they stopped. The public was on edge, but they were comforted by the usual crime documentary idea that serial killings stop because something happened to the murderer. The cops in the precinct were not comforted. It made everybody snappy. Broken pencils. Slammed drawers. And shouted statements that could have been said normally. The only person seemingly unaffected was your boss. She fluttered her hands to get the incoming floor’s attention.
“Good morning to you all. Today is going to be like any other day. Except that we will have a visitor.” She turned and gestured to a man standing so still you hadn’t realized he was there. “This is Mr. Sorin Vladimirescu. He will be observing our process and asking a few of you some questions.” She chuckled nervously. “I know you all will be honest.” Her wristwatch chimed. “And that’s the bell. To your stations everyone.”
You and Wanda giggled as the man gently ordered McCready to her office. Someone must have also given him the heads up how cold they kept the building because he was wearing a dark grey peacoat and matching gloves. His long dark hair swept over his shoulders and was tied back from his face. You looked back at your desk before you were caught looking at his light hazel eyes.
“Handsome too,” Wanda whispered before putting on her headset.
The only person you noticed he took away for questions was the newer girl. Her usual nervousness was replaced by calm ease with just a smile and firm but welcoming handshake. It was about another half an hour before he made it to your and Wanda’s side of the floor.
“You must be Y/N,” he said once you’d turn your station off. “I’ve heard from just about everyone how level-headed you were last week during all those attacks. I listened to some of the recordings myself, and I have to agree.” He smiled and caught your gaze. It was almost impossible to look away except you had to blush. “I was wondering if you could have a longer private chat about helpful calming techniques I could pass along. If that isn’t to forward?” Nothing else came to mind except a yes. “Perfect. I will see you at the end of your shift then.”
Once he had shifted his attention, you shook your head. The front of your head hurt. You must have been staring at the screen too long and didn’t realize the damage until your eyes got a rest. Stealing a glance you noticed he was now talking with Wanda. You didn’t mind resting your eyes on him.
“Thank you for blowing the whistle,” he told Wanda, giving her the same intense look. “I have learned many things today. Because you stepped up, a lot of your coworkers are going to be better off.”
Wanda beamed under his praise. She shared a giggle with you once he had left. Neither of you could help but watch his retreating form before turning your stations back on.
***
The taxi Sorin had hailed pulled up to the door of one of the nicer hotels in the city. He walked around and offered you his arm to lead you into the building. The doorman greeted you both and encouraged you to enjoy your stay. Sorin kept his hand on the small of your back all the way to the door of his room.
“I took the liberty of having an evening dress brought for you.” He guided you into the suite and shut the door to give you some privacy.
On the bed was a white gown with drooping sleeves rimmed in delicate lace. It was fastened with a belt around your waist and fit you perfectly. Touching your bare throat, you took your grandmother’s necklace and matching bracelet from your purse. Jewelry was discouraged at work, but you usually forgot that until you were at the door. The chain and pendant matched nicely.
Sorin smiled and took your hand in his still gloved one. “Lovely. Shall we?” Dinner was brought to the room. He finally shed his jacket and gloves before pushing in your chair. The staff stayed and served each delicious course. They left after dessert, dimming the lights even lower on the way out. He reached out for your hand then jerked it back. “That is a lovely bracelet. Looks like silver.” He smiled roughly and took your other hand to lead you to the window seat.
“About keeping calm,” you started.
He gave your hand a gentle squeeze. “We’ll get to that in a minute, dear. Tell me about yourself. Do you have anyone waiting for you at home? We’d hate to keep them up.” When a name didn’t come to mind, he scooted closer and pushed your hair out of your face to get a better view of your eyes. The light kiss to your lips was cold and hesitant. He breathed hard as he moved closer to your neck. “Y/N, would you mind removing your necklace? We don’t want it to get in the way.”
Your necklace? It hadn’t been in the way when… Steve.
“Steve,” you whispered. You said his name again, louder, as your mind slowly became your own. Sorin grabbed for the back of your neck when you jumped off the seat. With a shout, he let go and pulled his steaming hand to his chest.
The front door shook on its hinges. It shattered completely and Steve fell through. He was breathing hard. His eyes were a pale pink. Two steps in he fell to his knees. Strong hands on your shoulders kept you from rushing to his side.
“This? This is Brooklyn’s protector?” Sorin scoffed. “I’d heard stories. The soldier. Defender of the innocent and damnation for the wicked. I would have thought there were plenty of corrupted souls to feed on. And yet here you are. Starving.”
Steve struggled to his feet, bracing on the table. “I only take what I need.”
“All you take is their iron.” Sorin shifted his grip to your waist, wrapping his arms around and pulling you close. “I take it all. It’s not like they are going to need it. Iron, calcium, all the nutrients in their soon-to-be-dead body.”
“Cataracts,” you whispered. You shivered as he kissed the side of your face.
“Beautiful and brilliant. Yes. Sucking the nutrients out of someone has the effect of sucking out a lifetime. The fear in their eyes ages them. And then they die.”
“It’s a waste of life.” Steve tried to step towards you, but Sorin growled over your shoulder.
You licked your lips. “Why waste the life? Why not only do half, then let them heal and do it again? Then you’d have an endless supply.”
Sorin laughed and started dancing around the room with you at a frenzied pace you stumbled to keep up with. “Darling, we are immortal! Your lives are like blips of light to us. What is one more snuffed out now and then? The world does not miss them for long.” He grinned, spinning you and making you scream. “But it’s not a perfect life. I enjoy the finer things of this world. Thankfully, if you drink with the right people, sometimes they lead you to the right people to drink.”
Shivering, you tried to distract him. “Mercenary?” You cried out as he tightened his arm on your lower back. As if to crush your spine.
“You could call it that. I don’t curve my appetites to teaching the unwanted about life. Not that I’m paid to. And then there are the wives. The widows. The ones who have read to many romance novels. I save their souls when I deny them immortality.” He looked straight into Steve’s furious gaze. “Can you say the same?”
“Let her go.” Steve’s eyes were dangerously red now.
Your captor feigned thought. “Um… no. I don’t think I shall.” With a hiss, he yanked your necklace from your neck and leaned for your neck. The second his tongue ran over your skin, he jolted away. Freed, you ran to Steve and helped support him. Sorin’s eyes flashed crimson as he observed your body. “Ah, I see it now. You’ve claimed her.” He shrugged. Unbothered. “No matter. There is another.” He looked pointedly at you, then turned and crashed through the window.
***
The jab about ‘another’ made your blood run cold. There were two options, but the way he had looked at you could only mean one. Then when Wanda wouldn’t answer her phone, you descended into the panic that had been absent in your own encounter. Presently, you were sitting shotgun in a borrowed sports car. The owner, a very unlucky shark that Steve routinely caught frisking frat boys for imaginary debts, had been dropped off in the emergency room.
“Turn here.”
Wanda’s apartment building loomed. Having given Steve permission to enter, you raced up to her apartment, hoping Sorin’s head start wasn’t enough. You used your key copy to enter the door.
She was arched against the ceiling. Her mouth was opened for a body-wracking scream, one that you couldn’t hear. Her eyes were clamped shut. Every half-blink you could make out a swirling red mist surrounding her body, holding her in place, coursing through her.
Sorin sat calmly on the couch.
“Ah, you made it. Just in time to see the finale.”
At his words, Wanda fell to the floor. You moved to help her, but Steve held you back. She clawed at the carpet, her nails unnaturally long and sharp. You gasped as she saw you for the first time.
Wanda’s eyes were blood red.
She coughed. “What did you do to me?” An aftershock made her moan and roll onto her back.
“I saved you. From the march of time that tramples the best of flowers.” Sorin observed his nails as they lengthened to sharp points. “Is that going to be a problem, soldier?”
“Yeah,” Wanda said, wobbling to her feet and running her tongue over her new teeth, “it is. Take it back.” Her voice wavered. “Take it back.”
Sorin came to stand before her. He took her hands and kissed them. “Why would I want to do that? Think about it, darling.” He placed a finger on her lips before she could speak. “Eternity is slow at times, but you can enjoy every moment. Every sunrise. Every soft snow.”
“Then do it yourself,” she spat. “Why do you need me? How did you do this to me and how to you undo it?”
“It’s a lonely life, darling. And painful if done incorrectly. Ask the soldier. To make a bride?” He clicked his tongue and smiled, baring his teeth. “That takes a bit extra. Six days of six full feedings. A beautiful night under an empty moon. Sharing my gift.” He trapped her close to his body. “Even though you are only halfway done, it cannot be undone. There is only one last step to making you mine. And then… eternity carries on.” For a moment he leaned towards her mouth, then with a growl, he turned to look at you and Steve. “I do not wish an audience.”
Steve’s eyes flickered, and he moved you behind him. “Then you’re gonna have to kick us out.”
Sorin pushed Wanda to one side. “So be it.”
They leapt at one another, colliding and twisting mid-air. The slashes they made at each other healed quickly like zippers closing over the wounds. You and Wanda ran from one side of the room to the other as furniture was broken and holes punched into walls. The longer the fight went on, the longer it took Steve to heal. Sorin threw him into the support wall, chuckling as Steve sank to the floor. He pinned him to there, one hand around his throat and the other tense above his heart. Steve gave a shout. He fought against the hand caged over his heart, but the fight and the lack of oxygen were making him weak. Sorin wearied of his attempts. You winced as Steve bounced off the floor.
“Is this enough? This pitiful life you have chosen?” Sorin stepped onto Steve’s chest and pressed until you heard a slight crack. “You only take what you need, so you have the advantage over silver and the like. But I am stronger. I can go out in the light, feed whenever I want to. There is only a short time until the sun rises. My bride and I will be immune. But you? You will scream and smoke and disintegrate into unholy ash. Is that what you want your lover to see? It must be, for your death is imminent.”
“Do you always talk in paragraphs?”
Sorin spun to the source of your voice. Right into your fist wrapped around your grandmother’s necklace. He let out an unearthly scream and twisted away. Into Wanda’s path. Her eyes were an even fiercer red. When her long nails sank into his throat his cry gurgled in his throat. She kept digging and pulling. “Now, Y/N.” You tossed her the chair leg that had been broken during the fight. She looked into Sorin’s eyes, freezing him in place as she used her weapon. He shuddered as the air left his body. Around the wound, cracks formed and crumbled away until there was nothing left of Sorin Vladimirescu.
Wanda sank to her knees. Waiting. Looking at her hands she was surprised when they didn’t fade to dust as well.
“He didn’t make you his,” Steve said, sitting with his back against the wall. “You are your own vampire. Immortal outside of his power.”
She leaned into you as you kneeled and kept her from tipping over. “What do I do now? I don’t know anything about this except from fiction.” Her body shivered in your arms. You sent a look to Steve. Pleading. He nodded in agreement.
“You can stay with Y/N and I. I have the journal I kept when I was turned. It’s not perfect, but it might be the best base-line we have.”
Nodding, Wanda sat up straighter. “Okay. I might call my brother too. Pietro. Though, if you don’t mind, we might get a different apartment close to yours. We don’t want to be wholly in the way.”
You smiled. “I think the apartment right above us just opened up. I’ll give the landlady a call.”
While Wanda went to gather a few overnight/overday things, Steve met you in a reassuring kiss. He hummed against your forehead. “So. Does this mean you are moving in with me?”
“I guess so.”
“For how long?”
There was more to that question than the surface. You took a deep breath. “I don’t want you to turn me. I don’t want to put you through the pain you went through with Peggy again either, but…” You sighed and hugged him close. “I’m afraid even of the idea of eternity. All I want is to love you for as long as I live.”
He breathed deep, letting it out slow. “Then I’ll be here. For as long as you live. And I’ll love you forever.” He kissed the top of your head. “I promise.”
Steve comes back from an undercover mission where he couldn’t shave. The reader is excited to experience the extra pleasure it brings.
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader (Y/N)
Warnings/Promises: SMUT, uniform kink (?), dirty talk, teasing, open ending
Word Count: ~1460
Note: Felt the need for Steve. I’m still trying to work on my dirty talk, so please let me know if I’m doing okay (or if I’m improving if you’ve read my other stuff.) Leve me a comment or a note if you reblog. Likes are great too. Let me know if you’ve got an idea for a fic, or if you would like to be added to a tag list. Now please enjoy!
The clock couldn’t tick fast enough. You were practically bouncing on your heels watching the seconds and minutes creep by until Steve would be home.
Three months.
Three months undercover on the other side of the world. No communication. No intel coming in until the end of the mission. No time for pleasantries when it did. It was a success, of course, but then came the extra few days to wrap everything up, and the paperwork to do at the local base, and then the long flight back to the tower.
You knew he would be tired. You worried that something might have happened and stirred up old hurts. You feared the nightmares that might come, waking you both up with his cold sweats and shouts in the darkness.
But you also looked forward to working out post-mission adrenaline.
Finally, you heard the tell-tale sound of the crew filing out of the garage. Tony was proudly talking about some invention of his that had worked “perfectly.”
“Yes. Right up to where it blew up in our faces.” Barton scurried past you towards the kitchen. “Sweet chocolate chip cookies and good coffee, how I’ve missed you.”
You chuckled and stood on your tip toes looking for Steve. Your eyes glanced right over him at first before landing on the new addition to his face.
“How’d this come to be?” You grinned and walked over to run your hand over the rough growth. Mentally, you took note to the arousal blossoming within you.
Steve leaned into your hand and pulled you close. “I’ve got a face that kinda sticks out. It wasn’t the best plan to wear glasses all the time. Tony suggested that I grow it out.”
He steadied you as you stood on your tip toes. “Don’t tell him,” you whispered in his ear, “but he’s a genius.”
“I’ll be sure to keep that secret,” he laughed.
“What secret?” Tony asked poking his head around the corner.
“Nothing,” you both replied in unison. After Tony went his own way you gave Steve’s scruff a slight tug, grinning wickedly as his slight groan.
“I bet this will feel good.”
Steve looked down at you quizzically. His eyes glittered and darkened as he placed his hand over yours still resting on his face. “I bet it will.” You shrieked as he lifted you over his shoulder and carried you to his room. It was next to yours, but you spent more time in his than your own.
Note: Whew. Haven’t written anything this smutty in a while. Happy Independence Day America, and Happy Birthday to Steve Rogers! Please let me know if you enjoyed it by commenting (keyboard smashes are my favorite), liking and reblogging.
Dammit.
You backed into the shelving as another group of excited school children scurried down the aisle. Just about every child in the old-fashioned mercantile store was running around with streamers and various ‘safe’ fireworks. Safe in that if lit they wouldn’t explode, but they could still catch the rickety building on fire. You moved on after a mother gave you an apologetic smile and herded the children out of the way. With a little more obstacle jumping that would rival some missions in the field, you made it to the owner’s office in the back corner. He ushered you in and shut the door quickly to block out the din outside.
“Miss Y/N, I presume?” His white whiskers wiggled as he chuckled at your ruffled appearance. “I’m sorry it was so difficult to get to the office. We’re always crazy this time of year.”
“It’s not a problem; it means you’re still doing well after being open for almost a hundred years. Speaking of, were you able to find the…”
“Yes, ma’am.” He walked behind his desk and took out a small box wrapped in brown paper. “It was a Dickens to find, even for me. I’m glad someone is still making this stuff though.” He handed you the box and mirrored your smile just as brightly.
“Thank you so much. He’s going to be so surprised.”
Note: Trying something new. Let me know how you like it by commenting, liking, and reblogging. And my requests are open!
Natasha giggled when she walked into the room and saw you surrounded by craft supplies. “How’s the project going?”
“Fine,” you answered, focusing on measuring a length of ribbon. “It’s almost done.” With a flick of your wrist, you wrapped it around the jar you painted and tied it into a bow. “There.” You marched into the common room where the rest of the team was relaxing after dinner.
Well. “Relaxing” is relative. Clint and Thor were engrossed in a video game while Tony was “upgrading” their VR system. Rhodey was watching him and shaking his head, hiding a tool behind his back. Banner sat in a corner reading. Sam and Bucky were laughing with Steve over stories.
Wanda looked up from her conversation with Vision and grinned. “What do you have there, Y/N?”
“No, Tony. I do not want thrusters in my braces.” You moved as quickly as you could on the crutches. It wasn’t enough.
“Just hear me out-“
“No, Tony. Didn’t Pepper have you doing something?” Keeping your best straight face, you watched Tony quickly descend into panic. He rushed off without another word, the debate about possible prosthetics forgotten.
Not that you needed prosthetics. The injuries from the blast had severed some nerves. You tried not to remember waking up from your two-week coma not being able to feel your legs. No pins and needles, no ice, not even phantom limb. Nothing. One Steve had calmed you down, Clint was able to talk you into trying the pod that saved his life during Sokovia. In theory, it should have instantaneous to walk again. Instead, it led to months of therapy while the team continued to work. Between missions, Steve was always by your side giving you a hand when you needed it and hanging back when you wanted to walk on your own.
“Who won the battle?” Steve walked in and dropped some files in a nearby table.
“I did by distraction. Steve, honey, the next time I’m spouting nonsense about wanting to chop my legs off instead of having to go through therapy, please make sure Tony’s not in the room. He can take things too literally when he’s itching to build something.”
Steve chuckled. “I think the ‘real’ ideas came later. At the beginning, Tony was just being…”
“Tony,” you said together.
You worried your bottom lip. “Are you busy?”
“No. What do you need?”
The deep breath did nothing to calm your nerves. “I want to try.”
He sighed. “Are you sure? You’ve made great progress, and there’s no need to rush anything.” His Adam’s apple bobbed as you nodded. “Okay. Goal to beat?”
“Ten steps.”
Steve nodded and took his position a few feet away. You steadied yourself, then put your crutches to one side. The first step was always the hardest. He was always close enough to catch you if you stumbled but stayed just out of reach. You tried not to think about how much you hated having to learn how to walk again. You couldn’t count either. Steve said that was his job. You didn’t look behind or to either side to see how far you moved. Only at Steve.
“Come on, Y/N,” he mumbled under his breath, “keep coming, baby. You’re doing so good.” He bumped into a table and had to redirect your course around it. It was the first curve in the therapy, so you had to move slower. “Good, good. You’ve got it.”
Your knees wobbled, and Steve rushed forward to catch you.
“How many?”
“Fifteen,” Steve beamed. “And a curve. That’s good, Y/N. Really good.” He picked you up and sat you in the Segway-chair Tony got you for when you tired of the crutches.
“Can we get ice cream now?” It was easy to sway him. A twinge of whine in your voice and a slight pout. Not much at all.
Steve huffed with a smile. “And you accuse me of puppy-dog eyes. Let’s go.”
The glare from your bedside lamp cast long shadows across your bedspread as Steve tucked you in. You fiddled with the top hem.
“If you keep biting your bottom lip like that, you’re going to lose it one day.” Steve sat on the bed next to your hip and took your hands. “What’s on your mind?”
“Can you stay? Tonight?” You gave his hand a squeeze. “I miss… you.” Puppy dog eyes were not necessary, but you tried anyway. It sent a thrill through you to see his eyes darken and glisten.
He placed your hands over each other on your stomach, then placed his hands on top. “You’re still healing.”
“Please, Steve,” you whined. You leaned up to kiss him, but he pushed back on your shoulder until you were reclined on the pillow. “I took fifteen steps today. By myself! Well, with you guiding me.” You bit your bottom lip and dipped your head. He tipped your gaze back up to him and stroked his thumb across your bottom lip.
“Are you sure?”
“Mhmm.”
“But are you really?” Steve rubbed up and down your arms before taking your hands and placing them on either side of your head. “Because we really need to talk about-“
“I was supposed to have back-up before doing anything dangerous. But, if I recall, I did call for back-up and nobody came. What was I supposed to do? I couldn’t just let the-“
“Device go off and destroy the world. I know. There wasn’t time.” Steve sighed. “You did what you had to. It’s just… I… I was so scared I was going to lose you.” He released your hands to cup your face.
You placed your hands over his. “You were never going to lose me.” You turned your head to kiss his palm. “Now this discussion is all well and good, but I believe you still owe me a reward for topping my best score.” A giggle escaped you, accompanied by a sly smirk. “So, what did I win?”
Steve chuckled. “The world. If you can handle it.” Any reply you could have made faded into whimpering. His fingers worked through the fabric of your tank top to bring your nipples to attention. You arched further into his touch, but he pulled back the sheet and pressed down on your stomach to keep you level. If you weren’t supposed to move, that was going to be difficult as his touch grazed across your stomach. Your top was soon gone and his focus moved to teasing the top of your sleeping shorts. Instead of pulling them down, he trailed his fingers across your thighs making your skin break out in goosebumps. You waited with baited breath as his ministrations inched closer and closer to the heat building between your thighs. You swallowed a triumphant moan as he finally reached under and grazed your slick folds.
With a matching groan, you hummed his name and smiled while Steve nuzzled his nose against yours.
“Nothing underneath, Y/N? How long were you planning this?”
“Since I woke up.”
He had to press down on your stomach again as he eased in one teasing digit. With the second, once it was equally coated, he spread your arousal up to your clit. You closed your eyes, focusing on not moving. You even kept them closed as he pulled down your shorts and spread your thighs further apart. Lost in the sensations, you missed all the signals that Steve was positioning himself between them. The first kiss on your pelvis made you jolt. The second kiss was on your inner thigh, followed up by the light scrape of his teeth. The third kiss hovered over your sex while you held your breath, stealing it completely away with contact. His fingers began to curl in and out of you. He sucked at your clit, alternating the rhythm opposite of his fingers.
You were teetering on the edge. Skin aflame. Breathing shallow. Eyes half-lidded. You forced your eyes open in time to see Steve’s wicked grin right before he sucked hard on your clit while curling his fingers into the perfect spot. He watched while you fell apart calling his name. You heard clothes hitting the floor. He hummed against your skin as he crawled up your body. You turned your head so he had more access to your neck. He licked the shell of your ear, then sucked his fingers clean. You shivered.
With a growl he rolled onto his back, taking you with him.
“That was your reward. Now, about the mission.”
“Steve, baby, I’ve said all… ooh.” You fell forward to brace yourself on his chest. His hips rolled up to yours while his warm hands blazed against your hips. “That wasn’t fair,” you said. You gasped as he pulled you forward along his length. You wanted to do it again, Steve made sure you couldn’t.
“We’re just getting started, doll.”
He lifted you up and teased the head of his cock through your folds. Despite your death grip on his wrist, he maintained his own plan and kept the pace of his choosing. He moaned as you scraped your nails down his chest but stayed in control. When you were fully seated, he held you down and panted as your walls adjusted.
Whimpering, you begged. “Please-“
You cried out as he thrust. Your world dissolved into the hard strokes, the wanton noises coming from both of you, and the strong desire to move as quickly as possible. Yet still, Steve maintained the pace. Neither speeding up nor slowing down.
“You feel so good, doll,” he murmured. The praise made your skin flush. “I’ve missed seeing you like this. Blissed out of your mind. All mine.” He grounded you down on his pelvis again, making you blubber weakly. “You’ve been doing so good. But I’m afraid you won’t be able to walk much tomorrow.”
He began again. Thrusting as fast and relentless as you could handle. When he started to spin lazy circles into your clit as well, your body went rigid down to your toes. You couldn’t relax as Steve kept moving.
“Keep coming. You’re doing so good. One more.” Steve’s thrusts were becoming erratic. The frenzy of him sent you quickly into another spiral that sent your eyes rolling back. He caught you as you fell forward and pulled out to shoot his load between you.
Any other night you would have loved to clean him up, but tonight you settled for the lazy kiss he gave you. Hazily you felt him wipe of your stomach and tuck you back in. A minute later he shimmied under the covers next to you.
“No more putting yourself into danger?”
“I dunno,” you rolled to face away from him. “I can’t say I’m convinced not to if my punishment is that enjoyable.”
Before you could reach for the light, Steve wrapped his arm around your waist and tugged you back against his torso. “Then I guess I’ll have to try again and really drill it into you.”
It was supposed to be an easy mission. But when it explodes in the reader’s face, literally, the life flashing before the reader’s eyes is only the best moments.
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader (Y/N)
Warnings/Promises: PWP, Angst, mission gone wrong, bodily harm, blood, mentions/ideas of death/dying, sad Steve, fluff
Word Count: 1920
Note: This is super angsty and fluffy. There is no one without the other, so get ready for pain. If I tore your heart out, please leave a comment and reblog. Tag lists and requests are open too! Now please enjoy.
“Cap, something is wrong.”
Those were the last words you said before the formerly silent junkyard was suddenly filled with gunfire. You ducked behind a pile of iron beams. The cover wasn’t going to be good enough in a few seconds as Hydra came spilling out of every nook and cranny. One rounded the corner and aimed for you, but she missed as you scurried up the slight hill to the next bit of cover. From your new spot, you watched in confusion as a trio of Hydra agents struggled to carry a hunk of machinery covered with a tarp.
“Anyone got eyes on the 3 stooges?” Tony’s voice crackled in your earpiece. Looking up, you saw him dodging grenade launchers.
“I’ve got them. If anyone can get me cover, I’d appreciate it.” You ran after the group. You hoped they wouldn’t look back to see you until the last possible moment. Still, you hugged every hollowed car and pile of metal to ensure success.
One of the group stumbled just as they reached the peak cleared of excess junk. While the other two fixed the machine into place, the third saw you and pulled his weapon. You zigged and zagged, flinching as a bullet hit the ground next to your ankle. He gave a shout as you tackled him, finally alerting the other two. One came to help their comrade while the other began to turn on the machine. This one had a knife, though he didn’t last much longer once you disarmed him.
You only made it a few steps before a loud whirring began. The following blast sent you flying back, making you arch as you collided with another pile of beams. But you could still move, even if a little bit slower. The third Hydra agent was laying on her stomach beneath the glowing pulse shooting out over the junkyard and into the sky. She made eye contact and reached for the control panel again.
The agent began typing a command, so you took that time to ascend the last bit and wrestling the woman away from the machine. Overhead dark clouds rumbled and flashed with green light. The woman flipped you onto your back and wrapped her hands around your throat. From her position, you were stuck underneath with nowhere to go unless she made a mistake. As your vision started to fade, she tightened one hand and reached the other up to the machine. You jutted your hips up to throw her off balance. She shrieked as her hand spread across the panel, pushing the wrong buttons.
It was supposed to be an easy mission. But when it explodes in the reader’s face, literally, the life flashing before the reader’s eyes is only the best moments.
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader (Y/N)
Warnings/Promises: PWP, Angst, mission gone wrong, bodily harm, blood, mentions/ideas of death/dying, sad Steve, fluff
Word Count: 1920
Note: This is super angsty and fluffy. There is no one without the other, so get ready for pain. If I tore your heart out, please leave a comment and reblog. Tag lists and requests are open too! Now please enjoy.
“Cap, something is wrong.”
Those were the last words you said before the formerly silent junkyard was suddenly filled with gunfire. You ducked behind a pile of iron beams. The cover wasn’t going to be good enough in a few seconds as Hydra came spilling out of every nook and cranny. One rounded the corner and aimed for you, but she missed as you scurried up the slight hill to the next bit of cover. From your new spot, you watched in confusion as a trio of Hydra agents struggled to carry a hunk of machinery covered with a tarp.
“Anyone got eyes on the 3 stooges?” Tony’s voice crackled in your earpiece. Looking up, you saw him dodging grenade launchers.
“I’ve got them. If anyone can get me cover, I’d appreciate it.” You ran after the group. You hoped they wouldn’t look back to see you until the last possible moment. Still, you hugged every hollowed car and pile of metal to ensure success.
One of the group stumbled just as they reached the peak cleared of excess junk. While the other two fixed the machine into place, the third saw you and pulled his weapon. You zigged and zagged, flinching as a bullet hit the ground next to your ankle. He gave a shout as you tackled him, finally alerting the other two. One came to help their comrade while the other began to turn on the machine. This one had a knife, though he didn’t last much longer once you disarmed him.
You only made it a few steps before a loud whirring began. The following blast sent you flying back, making you arch as you collided with another pile of beams. But you could still move, even if a little bit slower. The third Hydra agent was laying on her stomach beneath the glowing pulse shooting out over the junkyard and into the sky. She made eye contact and reached for the control panel again.
The agent began typing a command, so you took that time to ascend the last bit and wrestling the woman away from the machine. Overhead dark clouds rumbled and flashed with green light. The woman flipped you onto your back and wrapped her hands around your throat. From her position, you were stuck underneath with nowhere to go unless she made a mistake. As your vision started to fade, she tightened one hand and reached the other up to the machine. You jutted your hips up to throw her off balance. She shrieked as her hand spread across the panel, pushing the wrong buttons.
The panel turned red and started to flash.
With a string of curses, the woman punched you hard on your jawline and ran down the hill.
“It’s going to blow, team,” you coughed. “Find cover.” There wasn’t time to disarm it, but you hoped you had enough time to crawl away to the hollowed car further down the slope.
You didn’t.
The gunfire and sounds over the com receded past the ringing point as the machine gave the sky one last burst of white light. You went spinning through the air as the concussive blast exploded outwards. Faintly you felt pieces of the machine scraping across your skin, then searing pain in your chest. Your vision went dark.
“Hold still!” Steve laughed as you pulled a petulant face. “Come on, Y/N. If you don’t stop fidgeting I won’t be able to finish the sketch.”
“I thought you were faster than this,” you moaned. Despite your complaining, you resolved your body to stay still with a huff. “Why are we doing this again?”
Steve grinned and continued drawing. “I believe you said something along the line of ‘draw me like one of your French girls.’ I don’t think I’ve ever actually drawn a French girl, but when it comes to you, perfection demands perfection. So, hold still; I’m almost done.”
You fought off a different kind of moan as Steve bit his bottom lip. His brow was creased with concentration. Every once in a while, you saw his blue eyes as he looked up to your posed form, then back to the paper. He smudged some of the charcoal with his pinkie, tilting his head to get the shading just right.
“Okay. Yes.” Steve stood and walked to sit on the edge of the couch next to you. It looked like less of a sketch and more like a black and white photograph with slightly blurry edges. “I still don’t think I got perfect-“
“It’s wonderful Steve.”
The praise brought a light pink into the tops of his cheeks. He gave your forehead a lingering kiss and moved to continue down to your lips. But your stomach growled.
“Seriously?” You fell back into the throw pillows and couldn’t help but chuckle. “You did interrupt the idea of dinner.”
“I guess I did. But I wanted to capture the image of you just like this.”
“I really need to teach you how to use a camera.”
“But if I did, then…” The doorbell rang. “…then the pizza I called for while grabbing my stuff wouldn’t have had time to get here.”
You leaned up to kiss him. “You’re wonderful, you know that.”
“Always good to hear. Grab the plates? I’ve got the rest.”
“Has anyone got eyes on Y/N?” Steve’s voice was tinged with the frantic hope he could find you. The junkyard was on fire and anything metal hit by the blast was glowing with the same green light as the sky.
“The last I saw her she was close to the machine,” Tony replied.
Steve thanked him and headed in your direction.
Nat caught the basketball you passed. She dribbled it for a few steps, then threw it back to you for the point. You both gave a crow of victory while Steve and Bucky groaned. The two-on-two was first to spell ‘agent’ scoring on the opposite team to decide which team was going to write up the paperwork for the next three missions. So far, the guys had ‘a’ and ‘g’ while you and Nat only had ‘t’ to go.
“You know,” Bucky said, “if we get stuck with the paperwork, you guys will complain. Can’t cuddle, watch a movie and write.”
“Perhaps,” you said, eyeing Nat.
“But we’ve got that worked out. I’ve got a friend coming in to teach the two of us belly dancing.”
With a giggle, you two began to undulate your hips. The guys shared a look.
“So, do we want to lose or not?” Steve’s gaze came back to your hips. “Either way we win in the end. No paperwork or private dances?”
Bucky sucked in a breath as Nat curled her fingers at him. “If you two had told us the plan earlier, we could have made it easier to for you to win.”
You both snorted. “No you couldn’t,” you said in unison.
“Fine.” Bucky motioned for the ball and you all got into position. “For all the marbles.”
Bucky faked to Steve, but Nat saw through him and stole the ball. You twisted behind Steve and caught her toss. A second later you tossed it back so she could score. The guys didn’t seem to put out by their loss.
“Like Bucky said,” Steve panted, “either way we were going to win in the end.” He wrapped his arm around your shoulder.
“Are you sure?” You backed away from him while swaying your hips. “I might save my first demonstration for that Hydra banker I’m supposed to distract. Have fun filling out that paperwork.” You squealed as Steve ran after you.
“Get back here,” he growled. He caught you easily and whispered into your ear, “your wiles are for my eyes only. You wouldn’t want it any other way.”
“Get a room!” Nat called out. It never failed to make Steve blush, despite the hot warning just seconds before.
“We will,” you said. “Got to use up all the hot water too with our win.”
“No!” the guys groaned. You and Nat laughed, sharing the look agreeing to leave them a little.
“She’s not here, no, wait. I think I see her.” Steve shaded his eyes against the flames. The blast had crushed the junk into the former paths through the yard, creating a wrangled metal wall around the blast zone. Through a gap in the metal, he saw a huddled form slumped on the opposite side of the circle. His com crackled.
“Steve,” you croaked.
“I’m on my way, Y/N.” He stepped back to look at the wall for hand and footholds. “Hang on.”
“Steve. Steeeeve.” You scooted closer to him, sighing in pleasure as his body heat washed over you. He inhaled deeply and wiggled further under the blankets. “Steve, baby. It’s morning.” You ran your finger down his nose, grinning when he scrunched it.
“So?” he mumbled.
“Hold me. I want to go back to sleep. It’s cold on my side of the bed.” You smiled in victory as he picked his arm up so you could lay next to him. You fell asleep again and didn’t wake up until Steve’s alarm went off. You grumbled about how it was Saturday.
“Sorry. Forgot to unset it from last week.” You whined when he twisted back to turn off the beeping, taking the warmth with him. “Shh. I’m back.” He tightened his arm around your waist. “Can’t leave my girl cold in the morning.”
Your eyes cracked open with a thought. “Does it ever bother you? That I’m cold all the time?”
Steve opened his eyes too. “Not one bit. Makes me feel needed to the one person I care about the most.” Steve leaned in and nuzzled his nose against yours. “To me, you are the most important person.”
“I love you, Steve.”
“I love you too, Y/N.”
“Y/N. Y/N!” Steve’s voice pulled you back up into consciousness. “We’ve go to get you out of here. Tony’s suit is out of commission, and the jet is too big to get in here. Can you walk?”
“Maybe.” You lowered your arms from your chest to brace against what you were leaning on. Steve’s gasp of anguish made you look down. A steel rod was poking out of your chest. “Oh,” you groaned. “That’s why everything hurts.”
“Tony. I can’t get her out by myself. Send me anything you’ve got.” He grimaced. “We’re going to get you home. You’re going to be okay.”
“I know. I trust you.” Your vision blurred, and your head fell back. Steve squeezed your hand, waking you up again.
“Oh, no. Stay with me, Y/N.”
“Yes, sir.” You grinned cheekily at him. “I’m ready for round two. Just give the order.”
“Your order is to stay awake.” Steve grinned too, though you could still see the fear in his eyes.
A wave of pain coursed through you, making your knees sag. The aching in your chest increased as you leaned heavier on the bar. Steve pulled you back up, but your vision was spotting again.
“I’ll do my best, Cap,” you said through gritted teeth. Your lips were coated with blood when you coughed. The pain became too much and you slipped out of consciousness.
“Y/N? Y/N!” Steve hesitated to touch you, but he gave your shoulders a quick shake. “Tony, where are you guys? Y/N?”
The jet hovering overhead created a mini windstorm, but Steve kept his focus on you, willing you to open your eyes.
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