Summary: You confront Steve after he nearly dies during a mission.
Characters: Steve Rogers x Female Reader
Word Count: 1802
Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, mentions of blood, unprotected sex
Author’s Notes: This was written for my amazing friend @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan. We made a bet, I lost, she gets a one shot of her choosing. Here it is. Also written for @captialrogers All the Feels Writing Challenge. My prompt was You have no idea how much I want you right now with Steve Rogers
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A/N: Hello hello! This is my entry for @bucky-at-bedtime’s writing challenge! My prompt was “Thank you for loving me when I still tasted of heartache and war.” and I decided to use it in the actual writing so it’s bolded below. I was in love with all of the prompts and have them bookmarked for future use. As always thanks for reading pals! You can ask for a tag or send in requests here and find my masterlist here. Thanks y’all!
You knew something was wrong the moment you walked into your apartment. Steve was home from his latest mission and usually, that meant an old jazz record and a kiss at the front door. Tonight, however, it was silent and Steve was nowhere to be found. You set your things down and kicked off your shoes before wandering through your home looking for him.
When you finally found him in your shared bedroom, your heart sank. He was sitting on the foot of the bed, elbows on his knees and his head in his hands. He was in just his boxers, his uniform left crumpled in the corner of the room. He was covered in grime and dried blood; your stomach turned at the thought of who it may have belonged to.
Summary: After breaking her heart two years ago, Steve gives Y/N a visit. Word Count: 1,041 Warnings: Language, slight angst, fluff Author’s Note: Inspiration for this fic and GIF Credit [X]
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Steve ran a hand through his hair as he paced back and forth in the parking lot, muttering to himself, trying to talk himself out of the hair-brained idea that had wormed its way into his brain.
“I shouldn’t be here,” he chastised himself. “She’s gettin’ married, you mook.”
Stupid. This whole thing was stupid. He needed to get back into the car and get out of town. Fast. Before anyone saw him. If only his feet would listen to him. Instead, they carried him back and forth, back and forth, repeating the process until Steve thought he was going to go crazy.
“What are you doin’?” Steve ground out, furious at himself for more than one reason.
The main reason he wanted to kick his own ass was breaking up with Y/N, the woman he loved more than anything in the entire world, and why? Because he wanted to keep her safe. Dating Captain America wasn’t exactly the easiest thing in the world. Hell, it painted a huge target on his back, and those of the ones he cared about the most.
He told himself – and Bucky – that he was doing it for her, that she would get hurt many times over if they were to stay together.
“Bunch’a fuckin’ bullshit,” Bucky hollered. “Ya love her, man. And you’d have to be blind to see that she doesn’t love ya back.”
“It doesn’t matter,” Steve lied, a glass of whiskey in his hand. Not that it would do him any good.
Bucky rolled his eyes so hard he was seeing stars. “You’re a goddamn idiot.”
“You ain’t wrong there.”
Stupid. God, he was so fucking stupid.
He broke her heart into pieces, her words exactly. He could still remember the way her voice cracked, the way her shoulders shook, the absolute anguish swimming in her eyes. She was absolutely broken and all he wanted to do was wrap her in his arms and tell her everything would be alright, that he would never break her heart, that he was a goddamn fool. But, it was too late, the words had been said, the damage had been done, and she had ran out of the room, tears streaming down her face.
Y/N left the Avengers that night, never to be seen from again. Or so Steve had thought.
Two years later, there was an engagement announcement in the paper. She was getting married to a man, a decent one, one that would treat her like a queen, just as she deserved.
So, why did it feel like someone stabbed Steve in the heart with a butcher knife, and why did he have the urge to punch Y/N’s fiance in the face? He was the one who ended things, it had been his choice, nobody else’s, his.
Steve blew out a heavy breath through his nose and squared his shoulders when the tell-tale sounds of the bridal march filtered through the air. The knot in his stomach travelled up into his throat. He couldn’t do it, break up the wedding of the woman he still loved. But, he could to the adult thing and attend the wedding, therefore showing his support for the happy couple.
He hurried across the parking lot and through the lush field just as Y/N got to the altar. Jesus, she looked amazing in the simple chiffon and lace dress, her hair curled and pulled back into a loose style, small white flowers decorated throughout. Before he could grab a seat in the back, she turned and spotted him, the wide smile she had been wearing slipping from her face. Steve gave a tight-lipped smile and took a seat, his nerves skyrocketing. He could do this, sit there and watch her get married to a man that wasn’t him.
“Dearly beloved,” the priest started. “We are gathered here to witness…”
The groom took Y/N’s hands in his and beamed at her as the priest went on, talking about the couple and how much they loved one another. All eyes – Steve’s included – remained glued to the about-to-be-happy newlyweds. However, Y/N’s kept darting to Steve, and everytime they did, Steve’s heart stuttered in his chest.
Maybe this wasn’t a good idea. He shouldn’t have come, she was clearly uncomfortable with him there. Stupid. When her eyes left his, Steve stood and made to make a quick getaway, but a voice made him stop dead in his tracks.
“I can’t do this,” Y/N lamented.
Steve turned around, shock coursing through him, as Y/N pulled her hands from the groom’s as if he had burned her.
“What are you talking about?” he asked her with a strained chuckle.
She licked her lips nervously and looked between the two men. “I’m sorry, Jeremy. I can’t marry you.”
“You can’t be serious,” Jeremy muttered. “Love, everyone is watching. Let’s talk about this after the ceremony.”
Everyone in the crowd was murmuring under their breath, the tone of scandal heavy on their tongues, eyes roving over Steve before flying back up to the altar. He swore he heard several, “That’s Captain America,” and, “What’s he doing here?” scattered throughout, but all he was focused on was Y/N.
Y/N leaned in and gave Jeremy a kiss on the cheek. “I don’t want to marry you,” she clarified, her voice definitive and strong. And then, she was running down the aisle, her dress in her hands so she didn’t trip, all but sliding to a stop in front of Steve.
Steve gave a huff out of his nose before doing the one thing he’d been dreaming of for the last two years, he kissed her fiercely, curling a hand on the back of her neck. When they parted, she peered up at him through her lashes, her lips perfectly swollen, her cheeks tinted pink.
“Are you sure?” he breathed, heart hammering in his chest.
“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life,” Y/N confirmed, her hand resting over his heart. “It’s you, Steve. It’s always been you.”
Steve grabbed her hand and gave her a wink before the two of them took off, running to the car as if their lives depended on it.
Characters: Steve Rogers x Assassin!Enhanced!Reader
Word Count: 3862
Warnings: strong language, drinking, canon divergent, implied smut, some angst
Author’s Notes: This series will jump around, focusing on different times in the reader’s relationship with Steve. It won’t be linear. Thank you @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan and @climbthatmooselikeatree for your invaluable help.
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Summary: Being rescued was the only thing that had kept you going after you were abducted, but the recovery after was harder – you knew there was going to be a light at the end of the tunnel, a time when you wouldn’t be scared of being alone – but you were far from there. Thanks to Steve, Bucky, and the entire Avengers team, your recovery began in peace and quiet.
Author’s Notes: Thank you all for reading – I hope you like where the story is going. I am trying to keep the pace enjoyable, but still take the time to flesh out the characters. I want to give ultimate thanks to @MsEnglish101 for being an invaluable sounding board and editor. This chapter and this entire work is much better thanks to her. Please leave comments and let me know how you like it. Thanks!
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Plus-Size OFC
Word Count: 6800
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.
The next few days were a blur. Physically, you were healing, and mentally, things seemed ok, but you always felt tired and didn’t have much energy, which was strange for you. Your time with Steve was quiet – reading, watching him draw, walking, falling asleep together. Neither of you talked much about what happened, and sometimes you wished you were brave enough to bring it up. He took such care when he was with you, letting you lead and doing what made you comfortable, that you wondered if his feelings had changed from boyfriend to big brother. Sometimes, Bucky was easier to talk to – there was less shared history, less tension, and fewer expectations, which was a welcome relief.
Summary: Steve makes the move to Washington D.C. He gets an unexpected visitor.
Characters: Steve Rogers x Maria Hill
Word Count: 2360
Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, oral sex (female receiving)
Author’s Notes: I’m subjecting you to another Captain Hill fic. I’m telling you, when I fall in a hole, I fall in a hole. I’ve managed to create this whole headcanon with these two in my head and the result is these fics. I tagged my Forevers and my Steve Rogers list. If you don’t want to be tagged in Captain Hill fics, let me know. Thank you @climbthatmooselikeatree and @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan for putting up with me and helping me. I’d be lost without you guys.
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Author’s Notes: I wrote a thing. I fell down a hole this morning, couldn’t find very many fics, thought maybe I would write one, and I just went with it. This is set sometime after The Avengers but before The Winter Soldier. I tagged my Forever list and my Steve Rogers list, but if you don’t want to be tagged in any future “Captain Hill” pieces, shoot me a message or an ask and I’ll put you on the exception list.
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Characters: Steve Rogers x Female Reader x Bucky Barnes
Word Count: 2711
Warnings: explicit sexual content, explicit language, smut, nsfw, oral sex (female receiving), light bondage, spanking, Stucky kisses, polyamorous relationship, unprotected sex, dominant!Steve, dominant!Bucky (slightly less than Steve), sub!reader,
Author’s Notes: Based on this request from @thatavengerfangirl (sorry, I can’t tag you): Can you do a post where the reader wears a new bathing suit to a team party and afterwards Bucky and Steve get dominant and a tiny bit BDSM? This is basically just filth. Not even kidding. Pure smut.
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Summary: Steve Rogers couldn’t cut it in the New York police department, so he turned to the family business. In this case, his Uncle Tony’s business – drugs, guns, prostitution, and illegal gambling. But does he have what it takes to work in one of the East Coast’s most frightening crime syndicates?
Characters: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Brock Rumlow, Tony Stark, Sam Wilson, female reader, Natasha Romanoff, Gilmore Hodge (mentioned), Sharon Carter, Happy Hogan
Word Count: 2028
Warnings: explicit language, canon typical violence, gun use, mentions of blood, mentions of drug use
Author’s Notes: Inspired by this post (x). So, here’s the scoop. This is an AU. There’s going to be swearing, there’s going to be drinking and smoking, there’s going to be drug use, there are strippers, there’s illicit sex, there’s all kinds of not-nice stuff. If you think it might upset you or bother you, please refrain from reading. Because of the subject matter, this work is best read by those that are 18+.
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