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You and Chris had just gotten home from the Infinity War premiere. Chris stayed behind in the kitchen to get Dodger set up for the night while you went upstairs to get yourself changed into something more comfortable for the rest of the evening you planned to spend alone with Chris. You kicked off your black heels and looked at your dress once again in the mirror. It wasn’t anything to fancy, a skater style dress with a black skirt that hit just above your knee and a white lace sleeveless top. You removed the headband you had been wearing and pulled your hair out of its updo, letting it tumble naturally down your back.
Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, oral sex (female receiving), nsfw, slight angst
Author’s Notes: Inspired by the books/movies in the Fifty Shades of Grey trilogy. I do use the books/movies as a reference, so some dialogue, etc, may sneak in. If you have an issue with this, please message me.
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It had all started months ago. When you first showed up at the compound, Steve knew you were something special. You quickly and easily fit into the group despite not being an Avenger yourself. You were currently working with Tony on some new development and so he had arranged for you to move into the compound while the two of you worked. Steve quickly became infatuated with you. How you laughed when Wanda said something funny, how you were able to joke around with Sam, how gentle you were with Bucky.
A/N: Clearly I’ve been in a Chris Evans mood lately. I hope the person who requested this is okay with Chris stuff! The prompt was When I’m with you, nothing hurts anymore from here. You can send in requests or ask to be on my taglist hereand you can check out my masterlist here. Thanks for reading y’all! GIF is mine.
You ran into the busy hospital, your mind running wild with all the things that could be wrong. You stormed up to a nurse’s station and waited for one of them to acknowledge you.
An older woman with graying hair and navy blue scrubs looked at you.
“Can I help you?”
“Hi, yes. I’m looking for Chris Evans-”
The nurse quickly cut you off.
“Listen, I’ve had about six women claim to know him since they saw him in the ER. Just leave.”
Warning: Just enough smut and a little profanity 🙂
Author’s Note: While my beloved Shielded mini-series is still in the works, I thought of giving y’all something else to read. I’m such a whore for Derek Hale. 😉
“So…I have a confession.” The nervousness in my voice was obvious. I’m sure he heard it. He looked at me with his searching green eyes, wondering what could be there that needs my confession. What truth is it that I haven’t yet unveiled?
I’m pretty sure he couldn’t tell it at this moment. And I definitely hope he couldn’t smell it in me. We’ve been lounging in my apartment all day and I asked him one tiny favor in exchange for staying the night – that he fixed my favorite lounge chair.
I was leaning in my kitchen table when Derek looked away from the chair I love to sit on. His favorite henley shirt looked pretty worn out after all the physical work he’s done today. But I was just standing there, admiring him in all the little and big ways I saw fit.
Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC | Word Count: 6274 Warnings: fluff, kind of smexy, angst, death of her mother, cheating ex
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Natasha jogged the last few steps and breathed out in relief. “Well, shit. No wonder Lily has an ass you could bounce a quarter off. Eight flights of stairs, no elevator. Grocery day must suck balls.”
“Jeez, Nat. And Steve bitches about my mouth,” Bucky chuckled. “And I don’t think ogling Lily’s ass will win you any points with him. I haven’t seen him get that doe-eyed, sappy smile, squinchy face since Peggy.”
“Yeah?” she smirked, sauntering down the hall.
“Oh, yeah. Steve’s sweet on her alright. Course, he won’t do anything about it until this shit with her ex is sorted, and her mom taken care of. The punk’s got too much honour for that.”
“I am aware,” Nat sighed. “You think if we gave him enough of Thor’s hooch he’d drop the act and pin her to the wall?”
Bucky burst out laughing. “Maybe. You sure seem to like her.”
“It’s weird, but I really do. I was ready to be suspicious and guarded but something about her…” She shook her head, unable to explain it.
First off, how dare you give me a new kink I didn’t know about; touching her feathers. Sign me the fuck up when he helps clean her wings. Yes ma’am.
Secondly, Lily’s ex is a douche and I have a really bad feeling about him. Thank you Nat, I mean Bambi, for telling -and showing- him exactly how we all feel.
Warnings: Slow-burny build up? (PART 2 IS SMUT, YO) Slight angsty feels, sass, jealousy, sexual tension
(SORRY THE FORMAT IS BEING WEIRD ON MOBILE. I changed the gif to see if it would help.)
A/N: Dress by TSwizzle (Taylor Swift) just screams Steve to me. I feel like I’ve been trying to write this for like 25 years, and I apologize for working on this instead of other WIPs, but I hope you enjoy it! Unbeta’d and could probably be better, but I’m super sick and just wanted to get it out there. Also, I ship Clint and Natasha. Get at me. Also-also, if you’re wondering about the kiss quote at the end, it’s a paraphrase of something from HIMYM (I’m basically the female version of Ted Mosby)
Tony Stark perfectly embodied the phrase “go big or go home.” There was no challenge he took lightly and, much to your dismay, that was especially true when it came to throwing parties. They were always a giant pain in your ass, simply because you were required to attend as an Avenger, but you were especially dreading this one.
It had been ten years since Tony’s “I am Iron Man” moment hit the headlines, which seemed reason enough for him to throw his most extravagant party yet. Tony insisted it was necessary to pay homage to the anniversary because (in his mind) it also signified the formation of the Avengers.
Fury, Maria Hill, Dr. Cho, various politicians–even Cameron Klein, whom you’d only met once on the Sokovia mission– would all be in attendance. It seemed anyone who’d ever had a hand in the formation of the Avengers was invited– except Peter of course, because Tony reasoned the party would go “way passed his bedtime.” You’d offered to hang out with Peter and have a movie night downstairs, but Tony refused to let you skip out.
It wasn’t the party itself you were dreading or the hundreds of guests, or even the fact it was a black tie event. The reason you were fighting tooth and nail for a way out was because of a certain blond agent who’d arrived a day early to catch up with everyone. And by “catch up with everyone” it seemed her only real intention was to flirt with Steve and try to catch his eye again.
It wasn’t like it was any of your business, but you knew Steve could do so much better than Sharon. You liked to tell yourself that you were just trying to look out for your best friend and that you had his best interest at heart, but deep down you knew that wasn’t the reason her flirting bothered you so much.
“I’m not going.”
You knew it was pointless to keep saying it. The team would probably carry you upstairs and tie you to a chair if that’s what it took to get you to the party, but you said it again anyway.
“Y/N, it won’t be that bad,” Nat sighed with a roll of her eyes.
You scoffed, but your argument was cut short when you observed Sharon giggling and playfully brushing her fingers along Steve’s bicep across the room. Nat caught the slight fall in your expression and suddenly understood why you were being extra grumpy about tonight’s event.
“You know what the best part about a party is?” she asked, pushing herself up from the couch.
“Enlighten me.”
“It’s the perfect opportunity to buy a new dress, drink a little, and have guys remind you how smokin’ hot you are. C’mon. We’re going dress shopping.”
Our secret moments in a crowded room They got no idea about me and you There is an indentation in the shape of you Made your mark on me, a golden tattoo
“Stop fussing with it.” Nat slapped your hand away as you readjusted your dress for the hundredth time since you’d put it on. “You look amazing.”
“It’s just– this one is really ballsy for me. I can’t believe I let you talk me into actually buying it.”
“You’ll thank me later. Honestly, you look sexy and you’ll be turning heads all night. Steve’s a little naive, but even he’ll take notice.”
Summary: Bucky does something on “accident”, you’re not buying it.
A/N: Hello pals! I know I said I was gonna take a Bucky break but this challenge is due pretty soon so I figured I should get posting! This is for @wxntersoldiers 3k writing challenge! Congrats btw babe! You’re such a gem and I love your writing! My prompt was “An accident? Is that what you’re going with?” Obviously, this is really angsty but I love me some angst. If you like this you can find my masterlist here and ask for a tag here!
You stormed into the home you shared with your husband and swung the door closed behind you- or at least attempted to.
The sound of wood bouncing off metal made you quicken your ascent up the stairs and away from Bucky.
“Y/N! Stop! We have to talk about this!” Bucky yelled from behind you.
Author’s Notes: Inspired by the books/movies in the Fifty Shades of Grey trilogy. Hopefully, they’re better. I do use the books/movies as a reference, so some dialogue, etc, may sneak in.
***My work is not to be posted on any other sites (AO3, Wattpad, etc.) without my express written permission. Reblogs are fine.***
Warnings: Fluff, family and relationship drama, (trigger warning) healing after a trauma, some pretty strong angst, and explicit sexual content that is NSFW 18+. SERIOUSLY.
Chapter Summary: You were man and wife. Married. It was a safe bet that things were going to get worse before they got better, and there wouldn’t be an immediate happily-ever-after, and, unfortunately you were right on both counts. A day and evening filled with love and laughter was followed by a night filled with fear and terror. Just wait – the surprises don’t end there, not by a long shot.
Chapter Notes: Wow, I wrote this in like 2 days! I can’t believe it. I hope it doesn’t seem silly or stupid. I would love to hear what y’all think about this chapter – too far-fetched? (I mean, when you’re working off the premise of being married to Captain America, that is). Thanks for reading, I love hearing from all of you – it reinforces me and makes the time I spend on writing seem much more worthwhile. All my thanks – Steph
You took a deep breath as you slid into the backseat of the car, with Weber and another agent in the front seat. Your dress was wrecked, but you still had your jewelry, which was what was most important to you. You were silent as you were driven to the compound, and grateful that neither agent tried to start a conversation. After a short ride, you pulled up the entrance, lit like a high school football stadium. Dr. Cho’s assistants were waiting for you as you pulled up, and had clearly been briefed on what had just happened. Weber followed behind you towards the medical wing, but the doctor’s staff told her Helen wanted to see you alone, and that it would not take long. Though Weber voiced her displeasure at letting you out of her sight, she agreed to meet up after she did what she needed to do.
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