#steve marvel

And then you came along. You were a firecracker, to put it mildly. You were intelligent without being arrogant, you were funny without being obnoxious, and you were beautiful but not vain. You were the entire package, and Steve fell hopelessly in love with you. 

It was rare you got a moment alone at the Avengers Tower. Either of you were always jetting off to this mission or that one, or Nat was requesting girl time and Sam was asking to train. 

It made the moments you did get together much more worthwhile. Every cloud, right? 

You only had 20 minutes before your team dinner and movie night, so Steve had to work fast. He started with his head immersed between your thighs. He circled your clit with his tongue as he held your hips in place. Your thighs clenched around his head as he dipped his tongue into your entrance and fucked you with his tongue. When you began to beg for more he slipped one and then two fingers inside you. He pumped them languidly as he latched onto your clit once again. By minute five, he had you clenching around his fingers as your orgasm washed over you. 

He let you catch your breath as he undid his belt, your soft pants mixing with the clinking of his belt buckle. He released himself from the tight confines of his jeans, already painfully hard. He could’ve come in his pants just tasting you, but he had a goal tonight. He stroked himself a few times, his breath catching as he slid a thumb over the angry red head of his cock. You reached out, wanting to touch him, possibly taste him. He grabbed both of your arms and pinned them above your head with one hand and you whined in protest. 

He slid his cock through your dripping folds and pressed a kiss to your cheek, a silent promise that he’d make it up to you. You arched against his touch, and opened your legs further, beckoning him in. He enjoyed teasing you as he gathered your slick on the head of his cock, but you were beginning to squirm against him and he was getting impatient. 

He inched inside you, barely meeting any resistance as your greedy hole swallowed his cock. Your walls fluttered around him, and he didn’t know how long he’d be able to last. 

Slowly, he rocked his hips against yours. You let out a high-pitched mewl as he gradually picked up his pace, stretching you in a way that had your toes curling and back arching against him. 

He released your hands and grabbed your thighs, no doubt leaving fingerprint-shaped bruises in his wake. You wrapped your legs around his waist, drawing him in impossibly deeper. 

He fondled your breasts that would soon be filled with sustenance for your future child. He couldn’t wait to see you with a round belly holding his child. He placed a palm on your stomach as he rutted into you, imagining what it’d look like in a few months' time. He knew that maybe it wouldn’t take the first time. He’d pump you full of his seed as many times as it took. 

He rolled one of your nipples through his index and thumb fingers, earning a moan from you. His other hand drifted downward and circled your clit. You clenched around him; you were close and so was he. 

His thrusts were getting sloppier as that familiar coil tightened in his belly. He took your other nipple in his mouth and swirled his tongue around the sensitive bud. You screamed his name as you came hard around his cock. With a final, deep thrust he was following you off the edge. He rutted deeply inside you, allowing his hot white seed to paint your walls. After he had stilled with you, he pulled out, cock twitching as he watched his cum drip out of your leaking entrance. You moaned as he pushed it back inside you with his fingers; he didn’t want to waste a single drop. 

You’d try again later that night. Maybe he’d take you while everyone was watching the movie. You’d bite back soft moans as you sat on his lap and took him from behind. Maybe he’d take you after dinner in the bathroom just off the dining room. He’d bend you over the sink and have his way with you. Maybe he’d take you again after he saw his cum dripping down your thighs. 

The possibilities for the night were endless, and the thought brought a smile to Steve’s face. Maybe he’d get the future he dreamed of after all.

He watched you when you stopped looking at him when you didn't see him. He watched you when you slept, when you were running the op for the day, or when you were on the run his eyes were always on you. Never again would he let you out of his sight.

He knew there were times when he got lost to time in his mind...letting the memories of the past consume him. In these moments on the run, he increasingly worried that he wasn't there for you or Bucky when you needed him. He felt he failed you, and he couldn't anymore. Steve hated that he dragged you into this mess of being branded an enemy of the state and forced to be on the run...but he knew you would only repeat the actions if he went back in time.

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You watched through the window as the street got busier. Berlin was always bustling with locals and, at times, authorities. Today was the worst day of authorities on the street you had seen.

"cops on the front street, moving to the back of the building." you spoke into the walkie. "Sam?"

"clear," Sam's voice came through the walkie-talkie. you moved quietly out of the room and across the hall to where Steve was stationed. Steve, Nat, and Sam were all on different patrols. Wanda again was MIA. You were waiting for a moment to hit the streets, spread out and rendezvous at a new local. Sam was in the quinjet watching from the skies (red wind flying floor by floor of your building), and Natasha was in another building across the way, checking her side for escape routes.

You closed the door softly and turned to find Steve by the window. He didn't turn when you entered. You walked over to him, noticing that distant look in his eyes. You snapped near his face, causing him to jump slightly and look at you.

"Earth to Steve?" you asked, "You supposed to be on the lookout...not..." You left it hanging.

"Not what?" he asked, tone direct and snippy. Steve wasn't in a good mood.

"Not replaying history," you told him. With hands on your hips, you looked at him. "You've been doing it more and more lately. You need to stop." Scoffing, you turned to look out the other window before Steve grabbed your arm and yanked you back to look at him.

"What the hell does that mean?" he asked.

"it means what I said, Steve; you've been lost the past few months. I know Bucky means a lot, but you're doing him no good rethinking everything you could have done differently to save him." "You think that's all this is?" he asked you, "My guilt. Y/N, I'm wreaked with it because it put you in this situation. I couldn't save you either. Now I..." "I'd do everything again if it still got me here!" you told him. "Bucky would say the same. Face it, Steve, you can't change the past. It kills me that you think anything you could have changed wouldn't put us here." "What if it did? What If I could have prevented this?" "Then maybe it would be an even worse situation," you told him. He let go of his grip and reached out to grab your hand.

"What if?" he said, voice cracking.

"What matters is 'What now' not 'What if'. That going to do no one any good," you told him, squeezing his hand. "I know for a fact if things didn't change, I would still do everything the same to get me here. If things were different, I'd still be by your side"

"I know you would," Steve said. That’s the problem.” His eyes shifted downwards.

“How the hell is that a problem?" you ask back angrily, with a bit of grit in your words, like Steve didn't want you here. You wanted to rip your hands away from him, but he held on.

“...Because I love you, y/n, and I put you into this situation,” Steve told you, finally looking back up at you. Those blue eyes met yours, and your entire resolve melted.

“You love me?” You asked him, a small smile playing on your lips.

“That’s all you got from that?" Steve said after a pause, a small laugh escaping because that was the only part of the sentence you heard.

“Pretty much,” you told him, now with a big smile cast on your face. But you are serious, right?"

“…Yes, I am,” Steve said shyly.

"Good because it would have been pretty awkward when I told you I loved you back”

Steve smiled. The rest of the world and the mission were forgotten as the two of you smiled and held each other's hands. It was a surreal moment, and neither of you wanted to step away from it.

An angry Steve Rogers hovered above you, his hips snapping into you with violent fervor, his large cock stretching you open as you couldn't keep your moans quiet.

“You see how perfect you feel?” He asked from above you, his voice dark and bellowing, as if he was challenging you to disagree with him. You could only whine, hands gripping Steve's wrists which had a bruising grip on your wide hips.

“Captain,” You whined and threw your head back. “Please!”

“No.” He said sharply. “’Need you to feel it. ‘Feel me. 'Need you to feel how fucking hard you make me.” A particularly harsh snap sent your back sliding up the bed. “I need you to know how crazy you drive me, how badly I want you, all. the. fucking. time.” Every word was emphasized with a rough thrust, his tip almost reaching your womb as his curved cock caressed your g-spot.

You couldn't think straight as steve took your hand, placing your fingertips on the flesh of his cock that was thrusting in and out of you. It was slick with your wetness and previous orgasms, his thumb falling on top of your clit.

“You see how wet you are for me?” He stroked from your clit down to your slit to collect some of your wetness before shoving his thick fingers in your mouth. You tasted yourself as well as him, which brought you closer to your fifth orgasm of the night.

“Stevie, captain, please. I need to cum I—” You were growing frantic, your cunt sensitive and overstimulated. “I know baby, I know.” he pressed down on your stomach, applying pressure to the spot that he was hitting.

. .

Project Insight was destroyed. He thought the moment he came into consciousness. Though the latter is what confused him; he shouldn’t have been alive. A part of him began to hope as glimpses of his best friend flickered in his mind, Bucky’s hesitation to deliver the final blow had burned into his brain. He couldn’t remember what came next though, but he was sure he’d gotten through to the assassin otherwise he wouldn’t be here.

Humming, he realized, was somewhere off beside him. A melody that even he would have heard as a child. It was familiar already in that sense, but something beyond that drew him to his senses. Other noises of metal clinking and materials shuffling caught his attention, before he felt the presence lean over to dab something cold on the side of his face. He winced at the pressure, forcing his eyes to crack open.

You came into view, startled at first, but gave him a smile that would’ve sent a shiver down his spine. A nurse, he thought. He’d never seen you but…

“Do I know you?” He rasped, and winced again. If he sounded like death, how much more did it reflect on his appearance? Again your eyes widened in surprise, but you quickly focused to tend to the wound on his face.

“Not formally” Your voice pulled him further to consciousness and stirred something in his mind that he couldn’t quite remember what it was nor meant. You lightly dabbed his face a few more times before tossing the swab in a nearby bin. “Well, we technically haven’t even met.” You continued as you turned to grab another item from your tray.

His brows furrowed at that, creating an uncomfortable tension that forced him to relax. “But I know your voice.” Yet he doesn’t know where.

You paused then, looking back at him with eyes that held the same kind of curiosity bubbling up in his chest. “I- You do?” Then you looked down, trying to ponder something before you brought it to words. When you appeared resolute enough, you swiped some bandages off your tray as you went back to his side.

“I didn’t think you were conscious then, but I worked with the team that helped you… well, quite frankly, defrost.” Your hands hovered over his cheek, featherlight as if he were a glass figure just put back together. “I was tasked to monitor your vitals.” You made quick work of his injury, and he realized he was staring at the satisfied smile you gave at your handiwork.

When you turned, he caught the slightest glimpse of a blush. You noticed.

“I’m not sure if you know, but you were in a pretty critical condition then too. It took a long time to finally get you stabilized.” You reorganized the things on your tray, before finally taking off your gloves to also toss into the bin. “Make sure you take better care of yourself, alright?”

Something clicked in his head then. It was still dark in his mind, but he remembered. You had said something similar back then as well. Just as you were able to maneuver your cart away, he jerked forward a bit, “Wait-”

The alarm in your expression reminded him to lay back down, both that and the shock of pain that shot through his body. “Hey, hey! Don’t move! I just said you were in a critical condition!” You fussed, causing embarrassment to heat up his cheeks.

“Sorry, I just-” He met your eyes, “You saved me.” If he knew anything about expressions, he saw something click for you too.

“I wouldn’t exactly call it saving, Captain-”

“Steve.” He blurted, his cheeks getting warmer, but he cleared his throat and continued, “Call me Steve.”

When he heard you repeat his name, he knew for sure and he was certain you did too when you once more startled at the epiphany before you broke out into a grin.