#ceo!steve rogers

[holylulusworld]

Big girls don't cry (1)

Summary: You are no stranger to heartbreak.

Pairing: CEO!Steve Rogers x Plussized!Reader

Warnings: heavy angst, strong reader, mentions of former heartbreak, fluff, arguments, Steve being an idiot, heartbreak, implied smut  

Big girls don’t cry masterlist

Prologue

You were giddy for Steve’s arrival. He was away for yet another business trip for over two weeks and you missed him dearly.

Even if the little overprotective voice in the back of your head repeatedly told you to not get in too deep with Steve, you were already in love.

He’s the kind of man who makes it easy to fall for him. Steve is sweet, smart, funny, caring, loving and it doesn’t hurt that he looks like he stepped right out of a fashion magazine.

That’s the reason you were all dolled up and carried a basket with his favorite food and a bottle of wine toward his penthouse.

You took a deep breath to calm your nerves. When you are in love, you are always scared that the dream abruptly ends. Like so many times before…

Men love to spend time with you and to fuck you into the mattress. But most of the time, they seem to be ashamed to be seen with you. The chubby girl.

Size shouldn’t matter. You know that. But it still does. Especially to men.

“He loves you. You love him. Steve is a good man,” you recited your mantra to not spiral into distrusting the man you love again. One too many times you ruined a blooming relationship because of bad experiences with men in the past. “Steve will be happy seeing you.”

After calming your nerves, you pushed the key Steve gave you into the lock, and put a big smile on your face. It wasn’t too hard to look happy. Because, right at that moment, you were happy.

“Steve?” You called for your boyfriend while walking into his home. “Baby, are you already home? Babe?”

“Right here, doll.” He poked his head out of the bedroom. His hair was still damp from the shower he just had and he grinned. “Damn, I wanted to surprise you, Y/N.”

“I thought it was my turn to surprise you,” you flashed him a smile. “Take your time, I’ll prepare dinner for us. I got everything we will need.”

“I wanted to eat something sweeter,” Steve teased, eyes dropping to your crotch. “Maybe after dinner, I’ll get a nice dessert.”

“If you are a good boy,” you cooed and winked at him. “Now, get ready and I’ll take care of the food.”

Steve was all over you after dinner. You barely had the time to carry the dishes into the kitchen before he had you on the kitchen counter, legs wrapped around his body, and his cock buried to the hilt.

You made the sweetest noises only for him, holding tight onto his body as he took you apart. Piece by piece he broke your body. Just like he broke all the walls you built around your heart.

Later you lay next to him, wide awake as you couldn’t fathom that this wonderful man is in love with you.

On the outside, you are a strong woman. Independent and downright cocky. But on the inside, you are still the vulnerable girl who got her heart broken one too many times.

“You should get some sleep too,” Steve mumbled. He nuzzled his head in your chest, groaning as he nipped at your plush flesh. “Damn, you feel so good every time.”

“Sir, you wore me out,” you laughed when he lifted his head to look at you with glassy eyes.

“I love you,” he suddenly said, making your heart flutter. You wanted to say something and return the sweet words, but the doorbell broke the spell. “Fuck, who’s on my door at that time of the day?”

“It’s barely eleven pm, baby.” You rolled to your side to watch Steve get out of bed. He was still stark naked, and you bit your lip while admiring his naked backside. “I like the view, Sir.”

“I know you do, dirty girl,” he looked over his shoulder, flashing you a smile. “Give me a minute.” Steve cussed when the doorbell rang again. “Yeah, I’m coming. Just give me a moment here!”

He grabbed his pants and stumbled out of the room to open the door and yell at whoever ruined his night.

While Steve answered the door, you slipped out of bed and grabbed his dress shirt. You wanted to know who dared to come to his apartment at that time of the day.

Slipping out of the bedroom, you smirked as you recognized Sam and Bucky’s voice. They seemed to argue about a club and some girls. Steve grunted and told them that you came to his penthouse to spend the night with him.

“I’m telling you, you’re whipped, Stevie,” Bucky argued loudly. You rolled your eyes because men always tell their friends in a relationship they are whipped. “You shouldn’t settle down. Let’s have some more fun. We met those cute girls.”

“Buck, it’s late and I just got back from my business trip. I don’t want to discuss this right now. I got a new deal ahead and a lot of stuff going on. I got no time to go to a club.”

You smiled at that. Steve rather spend time with you than go to a club. “You are so whipped,” Sam huffed. “Can you not leave your lady alone for one night?”

“Guys…just drop it,” you frowned when Steve’s voice got angrier. “I need to go back.”

“Why are you all over that woman? You barely know her. All the other girls were just fun to you!” Bucky didn’t give up.

Steve had enough. He didn’t want to argue about your relationship and explain his feelings to his friend. So, he made the stupidest mistake of his life.

“All the other girls don’t have a grandmother who knows Harlan Thrombey. You know that my company has wanted to buy Blood like wine for a while. Now I got the chance because granny will gladly offer her help to save her friend's company.”

“Wait. You’re dating the girl to get close to her granny?” Sam wrinkled his nose. “That’s not cool man. You can’t just—fuck…”

“Fuck?” Steve cocked his head. “I…we are…” He turned around like in slow motion to meet your angry eyes. You looked crestfallen, but at the same time, like an angry Valkyrie, ready to attack. “Baby…doll…it’s not like that. I…”

“You,” you jerked your head toward Sam and Bucky, “fuck off. I got something important to discuss with your friend.” You stalked toward his friends to shove them out of the apartment, slamming the door in their faces.

It took you a moment to remind yourself that you are not broken. No. You won’t ever allow a man to break you.

Steve gulped hard when you finally turned around to face him. “Baby, I can explain.”

You pushed him against the wall opposite the door and sneered. Steve was too shocked at the events and your strength to even fight you.

“You’re so strong,” he babbled, unsure how to explain that he didn’t mean the things he said. He was annoyed by his friends and the pressure his bosses put on him. “Doll…”

“Do you want to know why I got strong?” You huffed as yet another man only used you. “Because of men like you. You know the kind of guy only being with you to take advantage of you.”

“I didn’t…I wouldn’t…” Steve stammered. “Please, let me explain.”

You only frowned at his pitiful try to explain his behavior. “My heart is a fortress.” You leaned closer to look Steve straight in the eyes. “Don’t believe for one moment I opened up for you.”

“Baby doll, I love you. Please let me…please.” Steve watched you push off him, and step away. Moments ago, you two were a happy couple, and now your relationship was in shambles.

“It was fun while it lasted.” You shrugged. “We had fun. Now the fun is over. Let’s not cry over spilled milk.”

Steve could only watch you walk back toward the bedroom to grab your clothes and leave his life. He felt his heart beat out of his chest as you hurriedly threw your clothes on.

“Doll…please…”

You walked past him, not sparing him a glance. He simply wasn’t worth your attention any longer. Another heartbreaker, nothing else.

He called your name, hoping to stop you from leaving.

“Oh. And Steve.” You looked over your shoulder.

“Yeah?” He hopefully asked.

“Stay the fuck away from my grandmother and our business or I’ll make sure you regret your mother ever pressed you out of her vagina. I will make your life a living hell. And just you know, first thing in the morning I’ll call Uncle Harlan to tell him about your plans…”

You didn’t cry on your way out of the building, or on the taxi ride back home.

You didn’t cry when you called your grandmother to tell her about Steve’s plans and asked her to warn Harlan.

You only allowed yourself to break down and cry after you made sure Steve Rogers couldn’t cause damage to Harlan’s business.

If only you listened to the tiny voice in your head.

Well, next time you’ll be smarter.

Next time you won’t let anyone in.

>> Part 2

[ronearoundblindly]

Big Girls Don't Cry

CEO!Steve Rogers x co-CEO!Reader from It Had To Be You series

prompt from this dirty ask game, and I'll give you a hint--they absolutely do cry, and in this instance, Steve, uh, really likes it.

Summary: It goes against everything his Ma taught him, and his every instinct to protect, but Steve is willing to comfort you in any way you please after a horrible meeting ruins your mood.

Warnings for smuuuuuuuuuut, and we do not waste a single sentence of lead-in. This is a little rougher than usual for these two, and it took an angsty turn, which I guess means I will have to write a makeup for them... MINORS DNI. Kiddos and my delicate flowers, you can find something else to delight you on my Light Masterlist, but not here. WC ~1.1k

"I know, precious, I know," Steve soothes with a rough grip to your shoulder, keeping you from sliding farther across the satin bed sheets as his hips wetly slap your ass. "Let it out, sweetheart."

The arch of your back deepens when you bury your face and sob. He continues to keep his pace steady, just like he promised.

Steve sits up, adjusting his knees until his thrusts visibly shove your jiggling ass higher, and slowly pets that broad hand down your sweaty spine.

"That's it," he whispers.

Peppered in with your tears are grunts of anger. He understands only a little, but after the morning's disaster of a meeting, he'll do anything to make up for his blunder.

You take over and bounce on his length, pumping him with your tight pussy while Steve eagerly watches himself disappear and reemerge shinier with your dripping arousal.

This...shouldn't be the hottest sex you two have ever had. He should feel awful about walking you into a conference room of chauvinists, encouraging you to ignore their snide comments, and whiffing the opportunity to stick it to them.

You did everything he should have, and now he has to grovel in whatever position you demand. He can't question or argue. He can't comment on the how loudly you cry for him to fuck you harder. He can't mention that he found you hiding in your old apartment, curled on the couch, soaking the sleeves of a baggy sweatshirt with your tears. He can't take time to parse how you went from that to jumping in his arms, to ripping off his clothes, to pushing him into the bedroom, and to presenting your bare sex.

Who is he to argue? Steve is but a man in love...

God, it feels like your sucking his soul out of his body though. His face is scalding with desperate embarrassment that he really likes how this afternoon took a turn.

He's not going to last if you keep this up, so his goal changes from glorified fuck-boy to proper boyfriend. Steve can only take so much crying from anything other than pleasure. Your frustration has to be mostly worked out by now, right?

"Come 'ere, precious," he gasps, holding your hips still as he leans to kiss your shoulder. His arm threads beneath you and lifts, pinning your back to his front and stretching both of you to face the headboard.

He painted you that picture which hangs above it. He's noticing it's askew, probably from the repeated smack of your bed upon the wall. Steve resolves to fix that later.

Instead, he keeps his arm locked beneath your breasts, free hand snaking down between your legs and slapping gently. He can feel the strike in his balls.

You yelp, and damn, he is liking this.

He smacks again, softer this time, like a kitten swat for your undivided attention. "Give me a big one," he rumbles, beard scratching at the column of your neck where he licks a stripe. "Please."

The begging never fails to make you whine. Steve knows this, so he keeps pleading for you to come while his slick fingers circle your clit. He can touch the base of his cock in those same strokes, nudging at your sweet spot with pointed ruts from behind.

Shit, he's close.

Your mewls are tinged with sadness, your head falling back against his pec, eyes closed with tears still escaping the corners.

"Hey, hey, look at me, baby."

A slow, heavy gaze locks onto his.

"Fuck those guys. You are everything, precious. Everything."

Steve hopes you can't hear the unhinged crack to his voice as he feels his orgasm wrenching through his gut.

He lowers his lips to yours to mutter "I love you" against them and spanks your mound one last time before he loses control, cum leaking into the condom, threatening to fill to the brim.

The band in your belly snaps, too, tensing your body in his arms, forcing him to hold you up as your legs curl forward and off the mattress.

Steve keeps a slow, steady pace of rubbing again, swallowing your powerful moans in a greedy kiss, letting himself fall back to his heels and come hard with you.

"Beautiful," he praises. "So perfect..."

Your limbs jolt while you ride out the aftershocks, and he moves his hand to press you flush with him, no need for the sharp angle of your spine when he slips out easily now.

But you're still crying when he lowers you to rest on your side. Your body immediately shrinks like it was on the couch.

"Shhh, my good girl," Steve tries. "It's okay. You're alright."

He sees you shiver and scrambles to find the blanket, tucking it around you but not giving you space to hide your face.

He cups your cheek so you can't cover your eyes either, thumb sweeping across the wet streaks left behind, asking if you're ready to talk to him about it, but you shake your head.

"I love you," you do say. "I just hate you a little right now."

Steve frowns.

He shouldn't have given in. He shouldn't have taken the bait. He knew this wouldn't fix anything.

He thought you needed it, though, thought you needed him. He wants to be needed. He thrives on being needed by someone so independent.

Professionally, Steve's always been needed for his products, his poise, his persistence. Personally, he feels like nothing but a burden.

That feeling crossed over today, and he hated himself just a little, too.

He cleans himself up, returns to wipe you gently with a warm cloth, and drapes a fluffy towel over you to layer under the blanket, worried that the overhead fan you insist stays on will give you chills from sweating.

He's not leaving, and he tells you as much before settling to face you on the pillows.

When you don't answer, your eyes open but staring down and away from him, he offers, "I can't go back in time, precious, but I can promise I will never kowtow to men like that ever again."

You huff judgingly.

"I'll believe that when I see it, Rogers."

He'll take it, begrudgingly, but Steve lives to fight another day for your renewed respect. For the moment, all he can do is vow to succeed or die trying.

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[emerald-writes]

Jealousy Party

SugarDaddy!CEO!Stucky x reader

Summary: The throuple goes to a charity party where the reader aims to make her boys jealous. After watching a man hit on her for a while, the boys drag the reader off to an empty office to remind her who she belongs to.

18+ MDNI!!

Word Count: 1,621

Warnings: Rough sex, Captain/Sergeant kink, Spanking, possessiveness and jealousy, Degrading names like: slut/whore, so much praise: Good girl, pretty girl, Doll, sweetheart, Dumbification, Light Choking, Unprotected P in V sex, Size difference/kink, Oral sex (M recieving), Double penetration

This is my first time writing smut! please be nice

Most of the parties you visit with your CEO boyfriends are long, boring and all about work, and future meetings. At least there is good-quality alcohol every time.

Bucky and Steve quickly got dragged off to mingle and talk to investors or whatever demanded their attention more than you. While you and your close friend/bodyguard Natasha sat at the bar. “Ugh- are they Still talking to that dumb blonde Nat?”

“Unfortunately yes, your boys don’t seem interested in talking to her. At least for this long” Natasha rolls her eyes while scanning the room, specifically your boys and some intern Sharon or whatever her name is “You want their attention? I have an idea”

Turning towards your red-haired friend you see the glimmer of mischief and grin “What kind of idea? It better be good Natty”

“The kind that gets you fucked so good, none of you even remember that intern over there” Natasha smugly smirks as she watches you think about her offer.

“I’m in, what’s the plan?” You reply and Natasha reaches over to adjust your dress, revealing more leg, and more cleavage. Making the red dress look even smaller and more scandalous. “Now, for the last part, see that man over there?” Natasha gestures over to a lone man standing by the bar. You don’t recognize him but he is quite attractive. “Go flirt with him, or make it look like you are. The boys will see and get so jealous”

“Natty- I don't think it’s a good idea! What if they get mad, or assume the worst?” You stutter, nervously wringing your hands together before Nat pats you on the back “Hey,  you don’t have to. It’s just a suggestion babe”

Taking a deep breath you down your last shot and smile at Nat “I’m gonna do it- wish me luck” before casually walking over to the brunette, bearded stranger. Sliding into a stool beside him and ordering a margarita.

“Hello there gorgeous” The man turns to you “What brings you moving a few seats down?” You see his eyes slightly look you up and down, before returning to your face.

With a blush rising to your cheeks “Well- I saw you and thought I’d come to say hi” Seeing Natasha give you a thumbs up and nod towards Steve and Bucky, who when looking over you see them watching you and the mystery man closely. “I maybe also plan to make my boyfriends jealous… I understand if you want me to just go” 

“Heh- jealousy hmm? Well, I’m Ari, what do you want me to do?” Smirking he rests a hand on your arm smiling down at you, his eyes never leaving your face.

“Well Ari, we can just sit here, talk and look like we are flirting, but no actual flirting okay?” you say as you smile up at him, internally smirking as you see Steve and Bucky grip their drinks and glare daggers at Ari.

“I can do that, just uh- don't let those two boyfriends of yours kill me?” Smiling sweetly he rubs your arm gently “They look awfully upset, I hope this was worth it pretty girl”

Glancing over to where your boyfriends stood- wait no they were no longer there. Where did they go? Feeling the body heat of two people you turn on the stool to see two very angry men. “Excuse us for a bit- we and our girlfriend need a moment” Steve grits out as he lightly tugs on your arm. “Come on sweetheart”

Turning to Ari you give him a smile and a thumbs up, as both boys flank your sides and guide you out of the party.

They say nothing as they walk down a hallway into an empty office, pushing you in and locking the door, before turning and looking down at you. “Hey, boys… I can explain-”

“That’s not necessary Doll, we know exactly what you were doing” Bucky cuts you off, both men slowly walking towards you, guiding you back towards the desk. “You are a jealous little slut, you just wanted our attention, are we correct?”

Bumping into the desk, you look up at them whimpering as you feel your panties soak up your arousal that’s so obvious you are sure they can smell it. “Y-yes Sergeant… you were talking to that blonde intern for too long- It was Nat’s idea I swear! Please don’t be mad” Blushing red at your own rambling, Your men just smirk.

“It’s okay pretty girl- we aren’t mad at you” Steve coos as he fiddles with the hem of your dress, before slowly pulling it up and turning you to bend over the desk. “But I think you need a reminder of who you belong to and that we belong to you Doll” 

You feel a hand caress your hair, looking up you see Bucky in front of you with his thick veiny cock out, which makes your mouth water “So be a good girl and let us ruin your slutty body, then we will take you home and lavish you again. Sound good?”

Moaning at the thought you spread your legs for Steve, as he pulls your dress up to reveal your pantieless pussy. “Fuck- you really are a little whore? Huh, baby. Buck, she decided to not wear any panties” 

Both men groan loudly, mockingly laughing as Steve slowly rubs your clit. “Such a pretty pussy, she must have missed us hmm? So needy baby” Whimpering and whining you rut your hips back onto his fingers “Please Captain! Mmm please fuck me make me cum! Sergeant please” pouting your lips as you look up at Bucky, as he smirks down at you rubbing his thumb across your bottom lip.

“You gonna be a good girl for us? Hmm? I wanna see you go dumb on our cocks. A helpless drooling mess for us and only us!” Bucky demands as he rubs his cock along your lips. Your mouth falling open, and tongue rolling out to lick against his red tip. 

As Bucky’s cock slowly rubs against your tongue, you feel Steve prod and stretch open your pussy with his thick fingers. “Look at yea… so wet, all for your Captain and Sergeant” Deciding you are stretched open enough Steve pulls his fingers out, and offers them to Bucky who sucks your essence off of them with a moan, his eyes rolling back, exaggerating his movements for your and steve's pleasure. 

You reach up and suck on the tip of Bucky’s cock, moaning at the salty taste of precum, while wiggling your hips back onto Steve’s hard cock. “Oh- good girl~ such a naughty little one we have huh Bucky” Steve rubs your ass and slowly thrusts his cock into you. His is thinner than Bucky’s but it is longer, letting him reach each part of your pussy with each thrust. “Take it- just like that! Mm good little whore”

Moaning as Steve begins to roughly thrust into you, his hips pounding against your ass with each thrust. His movements force you forward onto Bucky’s cock, making you gag lightly as Bucky holds your hair in a makeshift ponytail to control your movements.

With each thrust, and degrading yet praising comment from your boys, you feel drool drip out of your mouth onto the desk below, as your brain becomes hazy and light.

Yelping as you feel a harsh spank on your ass “Aww poor thing, going dumb on us? Hmm? Did you hear what I said, baby girl?” Steve mockingly pouts as he drapes his body over yours, hips still thrusting relentlessly “I said, do you want our cum? Hmm? Or are you too fucked to answer?”

You look up at Bucky with wide eyes as he pulls out of your mouth, and looks down at you expectantly, and even Steve slows down slightly “Please, Captain! Please, sergeant! Want your cum! Need it in me- on me!” pouting your lips as you look up at bucky and glancing over your shoulder at Steve, hoping they take pity on you.

“Good girl, We will give you it don’t worry. But we wanna see you cum first alright? Cum and I'll fill your mouth with my cum alright?” Bucky says as he rubs his precum on your lips, while Steve picks up his pace, hips thrusting into you and his hand reaching down to rub your clit with firm strokes. 

It doesn't take long for the coil in your stomach to break and you moan loudly as you cum on Steve’s cock, eyes rolling back as you feel Steve’s hips stutter and still as he floods your pussy with his cum. “Good girl~ open up for your Sergeant now. Make him feel good doll” Steve mutters into your ear as he rides out his pleasure.

Dropping your mouth open for Bucky he thrusts into your mouth, letting you suck and slobber his cock. “Fuck- yes! Just like that doll- gonna make me cum!” With a loud groan, he cums in your mouth, slowly pulling out to see it dribble down your chin. He smugly smirks down at you as he tucks his cock back into his pants.

Steve rounds the desk, grabbing you by the throat to kiss you passionately, licking and sucking Bucky’s cum right out of your mouth. “Mm mm delicious~ my two favourite flavours” 

Steve and Bucky help adjust your hair and dress, making you look presentable enough to walk out of the party. “Ready doll? When we get home, we will  ruin you again… then we will lavish you with a hot bath and cuddles”

Smiling up at your boyfriends, you have never been happier - or hornier - than being around them.

Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed! <3

[thezombieprostitute]

'Tis the Season, Sir

A/N: Written for Vee's Holly Jolly Challenge (@sstan-hoe). Reader is implied fem (Ms. Y/N). No physical descriptors used.

Prompts - Steve Rogers - CEO AU

Summary: CEO Steve Rogers is a real grinch and gets upset when he keeps noticing your seasonal attire that is technically within dress code regulations.

"Y/N. My office," Steve barked at you as he walked by your desk. You follow without hesitation, bringing your notepad and pen for the notes you undoubtedly were about to take.

You sit in the chair across from his desk but he stands at the windows of his office.

"Ms. Y/L/N," he starts, "are you aware of the dress code policy for this office?"

"Yes, Mr. Rogers. I went through them rather recently."

"Is that so," he asked, turning towards you like a predator. "Then why are you dressed like you are?"

You shake your head, "’Tis the season, sir. I made sure to go through the updated handbook just to make sure I was still compliant with company policy."

Steve pulls out a physical copy of the handbook. You start at the sound of him slamming it on his desk, "then show me where it says you can wear that stupid holiday jewelry."

While you didn’t have the exact policy numbers memorized, you knew how to find them. You got to the pages on corporate dress code and read aloud, “employee personal effects should be minimal and not detract from the professional appearance expected of them. I’ve been wearing this jewelry for weeks and you only just now noticed. No one else has said anything or acted differently around me so clearly they’re minimal enough.”

“Weeks? I know you haven’t been wearing that jewelry for weeks,” Steve complained. “You are lying right to my face.”

“How do you know I haven’t been wearing this set,” you asked, eyebrow raised.

Steve sees the trap you’ve set and attempts to sidestep, “I would’ve noticed that obnoxious holiday stuff before.”

“And yet you didn’t,” you assert. “Not just you, but others in the office. Even clients haven’t commented because I made sure to only wear things that would gently accent, not stand out. Face it, Mr. Rogers, if you had a case against me, I’d be meeting with HR. Not you!”

Steve sits down grumbling something about hating the holidays. You don’t pounce on his words, you know how these games work. The less you say, the less he has to use against you. He dismisses you with a growl and you quickly return to your desk.

As the holiday gets closer you’re more aware than ever of Steve’s eyes on you. Just about all the other women in the office (and some of the men) were quite jealous of the attention you were getting. You were tempted to tell them the secret but didn’t want to risk getting someone fired based on your bad advice. For all you knew, someone would get in trouble for actually breaking the dress code and blame you for it. That could be grounds for you to be fired as well and you know you have to be extra careful.

You find yourself working later than usual most days. With an upcoming holiday a lot of people are planning to be out of the office so a lot of projects need to be worked on if not outright finished. You straddle the fine line between helping your coworkers and not doing their work for them, mostly handling data entry stuff that’s time intensive drudgery. You get to pick up extra hours and catch up on your podcasts while they get time to prepare for family get-togethers and buying gifts. 

It’s definitely after hours on the day before Christmas Eve. You stretch away from your computer and are surprised when your hands hit someone. It’s Steve, and he does not look happy. You take off your headphones and hear him snarl, “my office. Now.” You suppress the urge to roll your eyes and grab a pen and paper before following him. 

When you sit down in his office sits across from you and asks, “why are you doing everyone else’s work?”

“I’m only doing the data entry type of work that takes time, not brains,” you reply as calmly as you can. “I’ve made sure that everyone I help knows that I’m just doing the little things. They still have to do all of their primary work functions, the things that require thought, tact, personal touches and know-how. Everything was manager approved.”

“And why are you doing this?” With how tight his jaw is, you can tell he’s eager to unleash his anger. You have to handle this delicately.

“Primarily to prevent mistakes and lapses in timelines due to worker stress and fatigue.”

He blinks a few times, clearly not expecting your answer. He opens and shuts his mouth a few times as he tries to think of a response. Finally he’s able to ask, “are they so overworked?”

“No, sir,” you’re quick to reply. “It’s mainly a holiday thing. The work-life balance is a lot harder for many people to maintain this time of year. Whether it’s buying gifts, cooking, baking, visiting or even having to attend all the kids' plays and events, the holidays just make it difficult to find the balance. I help people in my department because I understand that. The overtime doesn’t hurt either. I’ve got loans to pay.”

His brows furrow, his confusion growing, “I would’ve thought you had plenty of holiday things to attend to yourself.”

“I actually don’t do much for the holidays.”

“But…your jewelry?”

“I think the jewelry looks pretty and I don’t get to wear it much because it’s Christmas themed. Doesn’t work well at other times of the year.”

“Ms. Y/L/N you flummox me.” 

“Why? Just because I don’t celebrate doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy the aesthetics. My hours have me walking to the bus when it’s dark out. All those pretty lights people hang? That the city hangs? They’re lovely! They make the commute, the longer nights, so much more bearable. Yeah, it’s cold and snowy, but the decorations, the looks of wonder on kids’ faces? Warm me right up. It’s a nice light in the growing darkness of the season.”

Steve doesn’t respond, seemingly lost in thought.

“If there’s nothing else, Mr. Rogers,” you say, standing up, “I’m going to go ahead and get back to work.” 

He dismisses you with a wave.

It's the day after Christmas and the office open, though you're probably the only person actually in the building. You genuinely enjoy the quiet of everyone being out the week between Christmas and New Year's. You don't hate the people at your office, but there's just something special about working without having to worry about someone wanting to talk to you.

Well, normally you wouldn't have to worry about it. You're startled out of your thoughts by Steve knocking on the wall of your cubicle.

"I want to apologize," he states. "You were right about your jewelry, earlier. It is well within the dress code guidelines. I hate the holidays and I took it out on you and I'm sorry for that."

"Apology accepted, sir," you smile back at him.

"Just that easy?"

"Well, 'tis the season, sir."

Steve smiles at that, "I was definitely expecting more of a smug response or that I would have to earn the acceptance of my apology. I even got you a gift to apologize."

"I'll accept the gift as well," you smile up at him.

He chuckles and hands you a small jewelry box. You open it and are delighted to see a pair beautiful, colorful pair of seasonal earrings. You quickly put them on and thank him for the gift.

He smirks and responds, "'tis the season."

[deliciousangelfestival]

Hello everyone. Suppose you have followed me for a while; you probably know the Strawberry Kisses and Candy Wine series.

Thank you for reading and the reblog @thezombieprostitute It reminds me that someone still enjoys my old work. 🥰

I decided to make the whole summary longer. Here is the complete version ❤️

Story Summary:

CEO! Steve Rogers visited a Y/N bakery called 'Dear Cake' almost daily. Steve falls in love at first sight with Y/N, and she's the same. 

So Y/N used to work in a food company and she was part of the food development team, creating new snacks and food.

She's a hardworking girl and has created some delicious snacks. But then her hard work got stolen by her coworker, Harry Osborn.

She felt burnt out and heartbroken because someone enjoyed her work. Y/N couldn't do anything since Harry is the son of the CEO of the company she works for.

Then she quit, and her brother Peter helped her build her cafe. That's where she meets Steve ❤️

******

At the party, Steve finally meets Y/N again. Y/N was surprised too. It turned out Natasha had been trying to make Y/N and Steve meet, but both of them were busy.

Y/N and Steve talk to each other at the party. Both of them didn't know that they could have met sooner if they hadn't rejected Natasha's invitation.

It was a company event, which means there were a lot of guests. Harry was also invited. Harry saw Y/N with Steve. Harry talked low about Y/N and told her to come back because it's her duty.

Y/N was traumatized because of Harry. Steve saw everything. He held Y/N and punched Harry in the face.

Harry swore that he would sue Steve.

Steve told him, "You could try."

Steve saw Bucky and told him, "Terminate every contract with Osborn company. If their next leader is like him, it will be ruined in a year."

Y/N saw Steve as a hero.

Harry doesn't realize how powerful Steve is in the business world. They're not on the same level, which is why he never noticed Steve before.

Tomorrow morning, Harry will get scolded by his dad because their company just lost a big contract.

Since that night, their relationship has been getting closer and more romantic. ❤️❤️❤️

In the end, both of them married and had two cute daughters who always helped their mother to bake a cake. Steve always came home and got his daughters to always welcome him with cookies they made. 

The end.

Epilogue : Bucky's son and Steve's daughter are getting together. Bucky's son told his parents, "I've found my wife." 🤣🤣🤣

[imaginedreamwrite]

You, Always You: Part 19

“Noelle is okay.” The reinforced statement had been the catalyst that made you ease into a state of low yet tense anxiousness.

You were afraid of the results and the possibility that it wouldn’t go at all how you were expecting and wanting, and that perhaps this whole endeavour and attempt to make John pay, to move on to a better future would fail before it even got off the ground.

The steps you had taken were aided by Steve, by his gentleness with you and Noelle and the anger and aggression he had felt for John. Steve had done all that he could when he could, he had contacted the best lawyer he knew that handled cases like this, he had gone with you to the police department to file any necessary reports as well as putting you and Noelle up in his place.

It was an act that was as gentle as it was caring, while you and Steve were settling into a relationship there was a safe place for you to lay your head. Steve was a better man and father to Noelle than John would have ever been, and even if he hadn’t or wouldn’t been her biological father, he would love her like she was.

“You’re going to be okay,” Steve had promised you that the results wouldn’t change anything, he promised that no matter what he was here for you, “Noelle will be okay, nothing will change my mind.”

The door had opened and slammed shut, a sleek-looking office building in front of you was marked with a seek metal sign. The appointment Steve had made was going to be the first meeting you would have in person with the lawyer, the first face-to-face conversation that would be aided by the emails you had sent that contained paperwork and receipts for everything you had purchased and done for Noelle while John abandoned you both.

It wasn’t that you were after him for money or some kind of fiscal reparations, you only wanted to prove that he had done nothing and you owed him nothing.

“I want it to be done,” the strap of your crossbody purse had dug into your shoulder, or at least you felt it had, and no matter how often you tried to reposition the damned thing, it always shifted back, “I just want to move past this.”

“We will,” Steve had locked the vehicle and moved around the front end to stand in front of you, his hands reaching for yours, “sweetheart, we’ll be fine. This will be okay, and then we’ll be okay.”

Steve grasped your hand and brushed his thumb over your knuckles, the gentle feel of his flesh against yours was warm and comforting, granting you a relief you had never felt with anyone else. Steve could make you feel completely whole and perfect despite the chips and cracks, the pieces of you that felt tarnished by your ex and your past that was less than stellar.

Steve made you feel priceless and beautiful in all manner of ways, with every touch and every beat of his heart, he had made you feel as if you were more than you had ever been.

He was your perfect person, your ideal partner who was there for you when no one else was.

“He’s waiting for us.” Steve clasped your hands in his, first squeezing both of them and then letting go of one to smooth your hair down. “He’s got this all figured out.”

You followed Steve as he started walking toward the law office, your steps trailing after his as you both crossed the parking lot. The door had come into view, the names written on the front of the glass in black block lettering, Andy Barber’s title catching your attention.

Steve had promised he was a good one, he had assured that he was the best lawyer for your situation. Andy had already started working on the case, he had received the results of the paternity test and it was only a few more steps that needed to be taken before the trial could begin.

“You go in first,” Steve held the door open for you to pass through, brushing his fingers against your hips as you moved.

You stepped into the building and followed the markings for his office, taking the set of twists up to the second level. As you had come to the top, the woman behind the sleek resin desk had pushed her chair back and stood from where she was sitting, a courteous smile on her face. She walked around the desk and greet you both, first addressing you and then Steve.

There had been a handshake exchanged, then she directed you back to her desk to sign in before she could grant you access to Mr. Barber’s office.

“He’s got everything ready.” His secretary had spoken while you signed your name on the form, your hand steadied by Steve’s strong presence and the reassurance that no matter what happened, you would be okay. Steve would be there for you in every sense of the sword, in every physically possible way.

After the paperwork was signed, his secretary had set the paperwork back by her computer and then grabbed a physical file, tucking it under her arm. She had fixed her skirt and beckoned the two of you to follow her.

She moved from the desk she worked at to an office down the hall and to the left, the sleek silver name tag etched into the door had sat above a frosted glass panel set into the wood, giving you a small peek at the blurred image of a desk beyond.

“Mr. Barber,” the secretary knocked on the door before she grasped the handle and turned, “your next appointment is here.”

You and Steve were given access to the office, the door being held open by his secretary and as the two of you had entered the space, the lawyer in question had stood and moved around the desk to greet you both.

He was tall, almost as tall as Steve, with dark brown hair that was coiffed back, styled with little gel to keep it in place. He bore a thick well-trimmed beard that accentuated his plump lips, and if you hadn’t known better you may have thought that he and Steve were related.

“Steve,” he greets him with a handshake, firmly gripping your boyfriend’s hand, “thanks for agreeing to come so soon.”

“Y/N,” Steve’s hand at the small of your back was as comforting as it was calming, “this is Andy.”

Andy had shaken your hand next, squeezing with as much strength as he had when he shook Steve’s, though there was less grip of the hand. He had looked you directly in the eyes, holding your gaze with a manner of respect and dignity, never once looking at you as if you were broken.

“Y/N, I’m going to get this settled for you. You have my word.” Andy had let go of your hand and motioned for the two of you to sit in front of his desk with a wave of his hand, following you two as you moved to sit to discuss the nature of the case.

When you had become settled, Andy too had taken his seat behind the desk. He had folded his hands in front of him and looked between you and Steve, passing back and forth before he had cleared his throat.

“You have a good case, Y/N. you have an excellent case and even the pressure we’ve put on him now is enough to make him squirm.” Andy had confirmed and then he had reached to the left to grab a manila folder, a label attached to the front containing your name and Steve’s simultaneously.

“I have the results of the paternity test but before I get into that,” Andy had set the file down and rest his hands upon the desk, “Y/N I have to ask…”

Andy’s eyebrows had become furrowed as he looked at Steve, tentatively studying him before the eventual delivery of bad news. It was hanging in the air, stale and heady. Whatever he had to say, whatever he had to ask was not anything you thought you would like hearing. You felt susceptible to the unknown wonder, the potential tarnishing news that could be a further setback in your relationship with Steve or the healing process that was well underway.

“Were you aware that John was attempting to take multiple life insurance policies on both you and Noelle?” When Andy looked at you, when his eyes had been cast upon you with the intent to keep nothing from you as your hired lawyer, you had felt the air being ripped from your lungs as every atom was being squeezed.

Figuratively, you felt as if you were being strangled by phantom fingers digging into the column of your throat.

“There was an application, a few, that had come across a broker’s desk and when they had looked into a potential police record they had found the restraining orders that were in process of being filed and put into place. There were barriers that prevented him from successfully taking the policies out, but you should know that if they had been granted-“

“He’s a desperate and mean enough son of a bitch to try killing me. And Noelle, because he if he can’t have us then no one should.”

Steve had reached out and squeezed your hand, he had brushed his thumb against your knuckles in a show of support and a comfort to you. He had kept his hand on yours as Andy had continued speaking, the words becoming a muffled mess of shifts in tone before he had grabbed the manila folder containing the results of the paternity test.

“This changes nothing for me.” Steve had reiterated, he had driven home the point again with the subtle brush of his lips against your neck, hovering against you like a warm blanket that garnered security and solitude. “I will always be there for you, Noelle will always be my baby.”

You had turned your head and looked at him, his hand rising to cup your cheek. You had locked eyes with him and retained contact as he smiled small, tenderly gazing at you with the strength you needed and wanted. He had looked upon you as if to convey a message of solidarity and ruggedness.

It was as if Steve was telling you through subtle glances, and tender strokes of his flesh against your own, that he was going to carry the both of you through this. He was strong enough for all of you.

“The results are conclusive without a single margin of error.” And had flipped open the front and tucked it behind, holding the crisp white papers tucked into the manila folder with his right hand. “Steve is the paternal father with a positive result of 99.9998%.”

A heavy weight had instantly been removed from your shoulders, dissipating with the resolved question of whether your baby could have been his. There was now proof that your baby, that Noelle, was Steve’s and there was no room for argument in the court of law. John had nothing to tie himself to you with, there was nothing he could grapple himself to you with, no matter how hard he had tried.

“Oh God…” your relief had brought tears, the sting of the salty substance as they started to roll down your cheeks was immensely relieving, it was the best news you could have gotten.

You truly felt as if this nightmare could, would be over. You felt as if it could finally be put to rest and you could move, Noelle could move on and have her biological dad in her life.

“Thank you.” You muttered under your breath as you cried, as you let the feeling of great relief crash over you, your steadiness aided by Steve and his gentle crooning voice. “Thank God!”

You leaned into him, you had turned to hug him when he had hugged you. Your arms had wrapped around his neck and your exhaled into his shoulder, your tears of happiness dampening his shirt as Steve had rubbed your back and eased you softly. He had whispered sweet words of encouragement in your ear, rallying for you in every possible way.

“This is the best possible outcome,” Andy hadn’t bothered interrupting your tender moment by demanding your attention, “we can proceed with the court and finally have the comeuppance you and your daughter deserve.”

“This is all I’ve ever wanted.”

[kilikina34512]

Be Good for Me?

Inspiration for this writing came from this post here. Hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it! I've had a lot of chaos lately that have kept me from writing, so I'm happy to put this small thing out to get back into it. Divider courtesy of @firefly-graphics. Make sure to check them out!

Pairing: CEO!Steve x brat!reader

Summary: A stressful week has led to you going fully into brat mode and creating distracting chaos for Steve to deal with. Fortunately, your soft dom knows exactly how to calm you down and get you to behave.

Warnings: Pet name (Princess), Steve being a sweetheart, talk of receiving oral, bit of dom/sub dynamics

Word Count: 497

Steve sighed as you stood across his desk with your arms crossed, defiance in every inch of your stance.  You had been nothing but a brat all day, and even when you were finally standing in front of him in his office, you weren't keen to drop the attitude you'd clung too all day.

He knew his schedule had kept you from him all week and he'd barely been able to give you any attention in days, so he should've seen this coming.  

"Princess," he cooed as he rose from his seat.  Making his way behind you, he wrapped his arms around you, yet you never softened to his hold.  "I know you've missed me," he said softly as he rested his chin against your shoulder, "but you know you can't go misbehaving.  Can you behave for just two more hours?  One more meeting, and then I'm all yours."

You shifted as if you wanted to dislodge his head from your shoulder, but you had no real effort behind it, nor did he move.  Still, you weren't quite content to give in to his request.  "Not a chance," you said as firmly as you could.

"Oh, Princess," Steve sighed before kissing you on your neck, which had a soft sigh escaping your lips involuntarily.  He proceeded to place soft kisses from the base of your neck, up along your jaw and to your ear, giving gentle sucks on your skin at various moments.  "Don't you want to be good for me," he cooed in your ear before going back to kissing along the path he'd just made.

You couldn't help it.  Each press of his lips made your body soften, slacken, relax, and fall into his secure hold on you.  You'd needed this, his soft, sweet affections.  Needed to feel the small scratches of his beard sliding against your sensitive skin.  He hadn't known how stressful your week had been and his gentle ministrations was what you'd needed to begin to balance back out.

"Yes, Sir," you whimpered as you leaned your head, giving Steve even better access to your neck, silently requesting him not to stop.

"Good girl," he said, and you could feel the smile on his lips as your eyes closed and you fell into the bliss, both enjoying his attention and wanting more.  

"I'll make you a deal, Princess."

"Sir?"

"If you sit on my couch here in my office, I'll eat you out before we leave so you can ride home with me blissed out.  Then we'll have a bubble bath once we get there and we can talk about our week.  Does that sound good," Steve asked.

"Please," you sighed knowing the bliss and relaxation was exactly what you needed.  With another good girl and a few more soft kisses along your neck, Steve left you with your favorite book to entertain yourself as he went and rushed a meeting along so he could get you back to you.  After all, you were the only thing on his mind anyways.

[sokovianheadtilt]

Tug of War (2)

Steve Rogers x black!reader

Summary: Y/N caught the attention of her boss, who’s determined to win her over

A/N: Not beta’d, I don’t have anyone to do that lol, enjoy!!

Warning: Mentions of cheating and bad parents

SERIES MASTERLIST

Walking into work the next morning, you couldn’t help but feel like everyone’s eyes were on you. You knew that they weren’t, it just felt like it. Did someone see you and Steve last night? Would they get the wrong idea? Did they think you got to where you are because you had a thing for him? 

You didn’t know what to think of Steve. It’s like he just showed up out of nowhere from some rom-com where the guy and the girl live happily ever after. You had told your best friend Wanda about the ordeal the night before which led to her just telling you to trust your gut and go for it if you want to. That’s just the thing, you didn’t know if you wanted to go for it. You didn’t have the strength to go through another failed relationship, not after what happened with Pietro. 

Pietro was Wanda’s twin brother and your boyfriend for 5 years. She’d thought you two would be a good match and set you two up. At first you hit it off really well, he treated you like a princess. He made you feel like the most important person in his life with how much he showered you with his affection, if only he wasn’t sharing that affection with three other women. The day you found out was the day he proposed. You had said yes at first, of course you did you had no reason to, but your fantasy world soon came crashing down. 

Flashback

“Who is she?!” You yelled at him with tears streaming down your face. Pietro had asked you to answer his phone after it kept ringing when he was in the shower. You didn’t see the name at the top of the screen as you were too busy looking for wedding ideas. You picked it up to some woman asking for Pietro who wanted to know if they were still on for their weekend trip to his cabin outside the city. You knew exactly where he was taking her, its where he brought you for your 1-year anniversary. You told the woman she must’ve been mistaken or had the wrong number, to then she realized Pietro was leading a double life which was a shock to you as well. In a moment of weakness you went through his phone, something you vowed to never do as it shows a lack of trust, but he’d broken yours so that’s off the table now. You went through his messages and saw his conversations between 3 other women who you had no doubt didn’t know about you. Your heart sank to your chest and you felt like a fool. Of course it was all too good to be true.

When you confronted him he acted like you were making up stories, that you were crazy before you shoved the phone screen in his face.

“I’m gonna ask you again, who is she? Who are they- who are these women Pietro?!” You screamed

“Nobody! They’re nobody you are the only one I want darling” he reached out to touch your cheek but you shoved his hand away.

“Don’t fucking touch me” you said lowly as you threw his phone to the floor before taking off the ring he gave you “I want you out of my house, now. I never want to see you again”

He tried to reason with you again but you just shoved past him and went upstairs to your guest room, laying on the bed as you wrapped your arms around yourself and cried. 

That was no doubt the worst day of your life. The man you thought you wanted to spend the rest of your life with took your heart and stomped on it a million times. You didn’t even tell Wanda until a week after it happened. It was awkward on your end because they were siblings but she supported you nonetheless, knowing what Pietro did was wrong regardless of him being family. You didn’t expect her to cut him off of course not, but she made sure you didn’t have to come in contact with him again. 

 You still weren’t too keen on the idea of dating again. The thought of it made your heart clench as you got scared what happened with Pietro would happen again, you couldn’t do that. 

You had gone up to your office floor and sent a thin lipped smile to Sharon your co-worker. She was always passive-aggressive with you and you never knew why. You two only came in contact for work-related reasons but you always felt like she despised you, but you didn’t give the same energy back, it wasn’t worth it especially since it all felt like it was for no reason. You had went to unlock your office door but found it was already unlocked as you slowly opened the door and saw Steve sitting at your desk. 

He looked up at you and smiled “Finally flower I was wondering when you were going to get here”

You scoffed and closed the door behind you and crossed your arms over your chest “What are you doing here?” You pouted as he simply shrugged 

“I was already awake and decided to come see you” he stood up and went over to you “You look gorgeous by the way”

You felt your cheeks heat up as you dropped your arms “Th-thank you, now you can you please go? I have a ton of work to do” you went over to your desk and set your bag down before taking out your laptop. 

“I’m taking you out to lunch today” you halted your movements and looked at him “What? Why?” You frowned “I can’t get to know my employees better?” He stated as you scoffed “Yeah right, how many other “employees” have you used that line on?” You sat down in your chair and shifted a bit to get more comfortable “Only you my pretty little flower” he went over and leaned against the side of your desk “So? You want to?” You looked up at him, looking as his striking blue eyes boar into yours “O-Okay” your response made him grin and push off your desk “Alright, we’re leaving at one, meet me down in the front we can go wherever you want” you swallowed and nodded as you watched him go and open the door and turned back to wink at you before leaving. 

You let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding and put Steve out of your mind and started to work on your case.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

When one o’clock rolled around you didn’t even notice, but when the receptionist at the front desk knocked at your door and let you know Steve was waiting for you downstairs. You groaned and closed your laptop grabbing your phone and wallet before going downstairs. When you went outside you saw Steve sitting in his car, not the one from last night but a smaller, sleek, white one. You could admit it was gorgeous. You got in the passenger seat and shot him a small smile. He looked back at you and smiled “There you are flower, thought you stood me up there for a second” he put the car in drive as he pulled out of his spot. “Sorry, I didn’t realize the time passed me by” you put your seatbelt on and leaned back in your seat and felt your stomach growl as you winced “Didn’t realize how hungry I was” you chuckled nervously 

“Light breakfast?” He asked as you shook your head “Didn’t eat any. I didn’t have the time” you watched his smile drop as he looked over at you “Don’t do that again, can’t have you have not eating and not taking care of yourself” he stated firmly which made you feel a certain type of way, a good way, but you could’t let him know that. “I didn’t mean to! I was just in a hurry besides it happens most mornings anyway” 

Hearing you say that just made him more upset “If you don’t have time to make or grab something I’ll send something for you”

You immediately shook your head “No Steve that’s not necessary” you watched him stop at a red light before he turned to look you in the eye “I’m not going to sit here and watch you neglect your well-being. If you don’t eat I will order you something, clear?” You inhaled shakily before nodding “Yes” he was content with your answer before looking away. 

“Know what you want to eat?” He asked as you thought for a second “There’s a really good salad place just up ahead, been craving that for a while” he nodded as you pointed out where it was as he parked the car and got out. He went over to your side and opened the door for you as you thanked him, feeling him set a hand on the small of your back. You flinched a bit at the contact in surprise and looked up at him as he opened the door for you “After you” he smirked as you went inside, him not too far behind. “You can get whatever you want its on me” you looked at him and shook your head “No its okay I brought my wallet” he shoved his hands in his pockets “I wasn’t asking” you looked at him in shock before going to order what you wanted as he did the same, watching him pull out his black card and paying for everything. 

Once you grabbed your food, you suggested that you eat in his car since you weren’t a huge fan of eating in public and around so many people. He didn’t question why or look at you like you were weird, he just nodded and wrapped an arm around your waist and led you out the store. 

He opened the car door for you as you got in and sat back in the passenger seat as he got in the other. You handed him his salad and a fork and grabbed yours before starting to eat.

“So, why’d you become a lawyer?” He asked you and looked at him “I don’t know. I don’t have a story of I always wanted to do it since I was a kid. Honestly my parents sort of only gave me two options of going into medicine or law, so I chose law, less school” you chuckled “But I mean, I’m content with it, makes a good living”

He nodded at your answer “What did you really want to do instead?” “Um, probably dance? It’s stupid but I’ve always loved dancing but things changed, priorities shifted” you shrugged 

“You close with your parents?” He took a bite of his salad as you shook your head “No. Haven’t spoken to them since I graduated college. It was like they needed me to depend on them for everything and once I stopped seeking their approval for everything, they sort of just stopped talking to me” you shrugged “But it’s fine you know?” 

He frowned as he heard your story “I’m so sorry Y/N” you shook your head and let out a soft smile “I’m okay, promise. What about you?” You turned to face him better “Well, my dad died about 2 years ago, we weren’t really close, but I’m really close with my mom. She’s always been my biggest supporter”

You smiled for him “Aww, that’s so sweet”

He smiled “Yeah, she lives upstate, its quieter up there so she loves it but I try and visit when I can” you nodded and kept eating as you heard Steve’s phone go off and watched him pull it out, scoffing and smiling a bit before texting someone back “My best friend is an idiot, woke up to a random guy still in his apartment after a one night stand and when he forgot his name, the guy slapped him before leaving” 

You snorted and held your hand to your mouth “How did he do that?” “He was drunk” he said as you giggled.

Did he just hear an angel sing? That was the purest sound he’s ever heard, downright adorable. God he just met you and he was already head over heels for you.

“My friend Sam is the same way. He’ll tell about about his conquests with the men and women he sleeps with” Save chuckled and shook his head “Idiots” you giggled and nodded in agreement. “Thanks for lunch today. I probably would’ve been sitting in my office alone working myself into the ground”

He reached over and set a hand on your thigh. “No problem flower, like I said, whatever you need, all you have to do is ask” 

You felt your heart speed up at his words and the placement on your leg. This wasn’t supposed to happen, you weren’t supposed to fall for your boss.

Fuck, you were screwed. 

[treatbuckywkisses]

CEO!steve rogers × plus size girl —requested by @carrotfantasimp

[holylulusworld]

Big girls don't cry masterlist

Summary: You are no stranger to heartbreak.

Pairing: CEO!Steve Rogers x Plussized!Reader

Warnings: angst, Steve being a douche, fat-shaming, strong reader, sadness, mentions of former heartbreaks, heartbreak, break-up, more to be added

A/N: I turned this request into a mini-series. I hope you like it anon.

Big girls don't cry - Prologue

Big girls don't cry (1)

Big girls don't cry (2)

Big girls don't cry (3)

Big girls don't cry (4)

Bucky got this - snippet

Big girls don't cry (5)

[ronearoundblindly]

Eight-Thirty PM

CEO!Steve Rogers x CEO!Reader (from It Had To Be You series)

Summary: Steve returns after a long business trip.

Warnings for smut. Yeah, it's not rocket science. They bang in the office. Yes, of course, on the desk. Yeah, up against the window, too. And a chair. And the floor. Look, it's just smut (with very light bondage, consensually unprotected sex, hint of marking kink, dirty talk, and the ever-expected fact that I'm going to hell). WC 3k

MINORS DNI, 18+ ONLY. There's plenty for you to read on my Light Masterlist, but this work is not for you!

“Why are you still here?”

Your head shoots up from your tablet. You didn’t think he’d come back to the office. Steve’s plane landed only an hour ago, and after a grueling two weeks of flying around the world to five different countries, you thought you’d see him tomorrow after he’s slept off the jet lag.

Overnight bag in hand, your co-CEO and boyfriend is still wearing an overcoat and work suit from meetings on the other side of the Atlantic just twelve hours ago.

You’ve been in this office just as long, finishing up the odds and ends from new contracts.

Giving a quick shrug, you answer, “You know damn well I don’t leave until the day is done.”

He sighs dramatically in your doorway, giving a pointed glare to the clear night that has fallen outside. If he’s brought his bag all the way up though, Steve planned to work, too, the hypocrite.

“What’s left?” He drops his bag in the corner, the door automatically swinging shut, and walks to your side, planting one hand by your elbow and one on the back of your chair to peer at your screen.

For the last fifteen minutes, you’ve been scrolling mindlessly through news articles, dreading going to your empty apartment for one more night. You’d hoped Steve would call when he landed, ask you out to dinner, or immediately back to his place, so you waited and zoned out.

“Ah yes, pressing stuff,” he grumbles at your social media feed. “How dare I interrupt this?”

You drop your hands to your lap and spin toward him.

“How else am I supposed to keep you supplied with soothing yet hilarious animal memes?”

Steve hasn’t changed his lean over you, so his face is just there, within reach, but you hold firm.

He lifts the hand from the desk to stroke your cheek, voice like warm honey tea. “Of course. That makes sense.”

Like a magnetic dance of alignment, he shifts and so do you, forcing you to rise from your chair. Words don’t come to mind while Steve crowds your space, hands deftly finding your hips and petting—pushing, rather—you back towards your office window.

“Is this new? I like it.”

 The blouse you bought in Japan, the perfectly tailored pencil skirt is from Italy, and your ability to resist his presence was on loan. Time just expired.

His long fingers bunch the thick fabric of your bottoms higher and higher until your thinly veiled ass presses against the window for the whole world to see. Not that anyway cares; not that anyone can look in when you have an unobstructed view out to the water. You couldn’t care less when Steve is back.

He’s back, back here, back by your side, back against your body, a thin, reinforced pane of glass separating you both from a thirty-story, sheer drop. If you could shift your feet six inches farther, you’d be flying like a superhero above New York City.

That’s ridiculous. There aren’t people who can fly. Superheros don’t exist…but if they did…

Steve Rogers would be a prime specimen. He and his broad, stabilizing hands—the ones anchoring your hips to that precariously invisible wall, the ones suspending you between ecstasy and terror—would definitely classify as hero-level marvelous.

Your skin buzzes, alive and anticipating. Your mind drowns in the wave of rich, comforted by the scent flooding the air around you.

That damn soap.

Those broad hands move up your sides, gripping so firm and hot your blouse wrinkles in their wake until his fingers finally reach the column of your neck. He replaces the grounding effect of pinning you with a deliberate thrust of his hips. His breath rolls between his fingers at your throat. The sensation brings you back from truly floating.

“Precious…”

Your leaden eyelids struggle to open. You hadn’t realized they were even closed. When he fills every sense, what’s lack of sight? He’s just so wonderful to feel, and he’s almost too glorious to behold: dark, blown pupils; tongue striping across his bottom lip; pristinely coifed hair slightly out of place in his rush to corner you.

You missed him. You missed this because this is Steve in your space, and he doesn’t invade. No. Steve enlightens the world around you. He lifts your work-weary soul up another thirty stories high and makes you believe that thing he’s always saying to you.

You’re amazing.

You sure as shit feel amazing when the first prickles of his beard scuttle across your jaw, the distance between you so minuscule now that you’re left with a void of all else but him and his oh-so-smooth, plush lips grazing yours.

With a shaky, deep breath and a sensual rasp to his voice, Steve starts, “So about the Cloutman contract…”

You almost laugh, but you almost slap him, too.

He just won’t quit. It really is so marvelously irritating.

“Shut up,” you huff into his mouth before taking hold of his lapels and making him.

You offer your best reciprocation of hot hands all over him, sliding beneath his coat and blazer to wrap his heaving chest and cling while he shrugs the layers off. Your tongues dance and slow. Your mouths suck and nibble. Your lips touch and tease.

You could not go on like this all night. You need each other after this long apart.

“Got any condoms in your office,” you ask during one break for air.

Steve freezes.

You didn’t actually anticipate the answer would be ‘no.’ Somehow, though he’s never dated much, though he’s rarely even touched you in the office these last two months of dating, you expected him to have…some sort of manly stash everywhere.

“Not in your bag?” you try.

Steve looks horrified, huffing, “You weren’t on the trip with me.” Why would he need condoms without you? his look continues silently.

You bite your lip and try not to laugh.

Door to door, the office to his place is over half an hour, the office to your place takes forty-five minutes on the best day, and to a drug store and back here would cost both twenty minutes and your dignity. You would never send a driver on that kind of errand, so you keep mulling over your options

Steve’s so disappointed, in mourning for his last moments before even more travel, running his fingers along the silky fabric of your blouse, the supple leather of your skirt, and the soft cotton of your panties.

“Maybe we should sit,” you suggest, thinking he’ll walk you over to one of the three chairs in the room, but Steve plunks his ass down right on his coat pooled atop the carpet. 

He pulls you into his lap, hands still roaming your clothing. He seems resigned to staring at the sliver of your décolleté beyond your collar, and it’s natural to tease him by starting to unbutton it. Two weeks is too long to go without seeing that slack-jawed look of envy for the fabrics that are allowed to kiss your skin all day. He’s as ravenous as an addict before they fall right back off the wagon.

“Okay,” you say finally.

Steve absently repeats you, but you’re solid in your decision.

Last week was your period, there are no fluctuations in your cycle to concern you, and you even thought that was a lucky break while your new-ish boyfriend was away. Then the word’s meaning seems to dawn on Steve.

“Okay-okay?” He swallows thickly.

Your top is undone, so you start on his, pulling the Windsor knot loose from his neck and moving slowly.

“Oh-kay,” you repeat, button by button.

Steve inhales sharply through his nose. “Like okay we don’t have one?” His face exposes his thoughts tentatively, a spark of something akin to hope here, a flicker of darker desire there. “You want me to…” he puffs out his chest “…and then I’ll just—“

“—come inside me.”

“—pull out,” he finishes. “What?!” It’s the world’s smallest exclamation. All the air rushes out of him. His blue eyes shadow as if dusk hit the harbor in a sudden eclipse.

You push the crisp white shirt over his broad shoulders.

“Precious,” Steve breathes, “are you sure?” Once the sleeves are off his arms, he pets down his beard. “You…”

“Uh-huh.” You nod, sliding off the navy tie.

“You’re sure,” he says again, unconvinced, short-circuiting. “I never…”

You understand his hesitation, you really do, but Steve doesn’t have to become a broken record questioning your choices. It’s a reasonable call in your monogamous relationship, and if he fucking ruins this for you after waiting half a month for his return, you’re gonna…you’re gonna…get ideas.

Ideas like this one.

You take Steve’s hands in yours and start wrapping the tie around his wrists.

He says nothing. He doesn’t even look down. He just stares at your face as you concentrate on tying a couple of knots on the makeshift binding and glance back up at him. He keeps his hands together, suspended between your bodies, unwilling to move yet.

So you keep working.

You undo his belt and unzip his pants, watching his lips fall open and the thoughts racing behind his eyes slow down. It’s a hard reset—one making Steve harder and harder beneath your touch.

“Hey, Captain,” you husk, leaning into his paralyzed hands only to have him recoil in alarm, “whatcha thinking?”

His long fingers grip gently at your face, face close to yours. Steve licks across his lips excruciatingly slow. “Say it again.” 

“Fuck me.”

He growls, sweeping his arms over your head and pinning you to his chest. With ease, Steve rolls onto his knees and rises, carrying you until your ass hits the chilly wood of your desk. He drags his body between your wide legs.

“Say it again.”

He bends forward, forcing you to lay back with his bound hands cradling your head, heat surging down your body when his warm skin sits flush down your torso. 

With his lips latched just below your ear, you whisper in his, “I want you to come inside me.”

You feel his teeth graze your throat as Steve grunts involuntarily, ripping his hands out from under you and shoving down his pants and boxer briefs. He orders you to remove your panties, demands you unhook the front clasp of your bra, and presses his erection to your core. He praises your exposed beauty while shushing your incoherent whimpers. His arms push past your shoulders and settle beneath the small of your back, angling you perfectly for his cock to slide back and forth through your folds, his hips nudging that too-long neglected bundle of nerves.

No more long, solo business trips, you think before your mind blurs in the low lamp light, you won’t survive another absence.

He spreads your arousal between you for an agonizing eternity, swipe after swipe, making you cry out every time the head of him notches in just the right spot. He could be in you right now. He could be fucking your brains out. At least that would give you reason to be this stupidly cock-crazed already.

“Didn’t use to need it like this,” Steve mutters into the valley of your breasts. “Went so long without. Can’t now.” He nips at the swell of you. “Not a day—not a night without…wanting this.”

He’s slow to push the head in, having foregone stretching you on his fingers, but he lavishes your nipples with attention enough to have you mewling for more.

“…wanting you…”

You gasp as his edging progression throbs across your whole body. His thick length and dextrous tongue coax every thrill back to the side of pleasure that curls your toes and shakes your thighs around him. He thrusts shallowly before pressing deeper, bullying a nipple with strong suction as he struggles to control himself.

“Missed you. Missed you so much.”

It makes you soar to hear him so broken, unable to separate his need for your company from his need to bury himself in you, unable to rein in his raw, animalistic desire to fill you in any way.

Steve fights this nature.

He fights to be respectful. He fights to be appreciative. He fights to ensure you always feel seen as more than just a woman, but right at this moment, it is the greatest accomplishment of your career to override the genius mind of Steve Rogers and make him crumble in worship of your pussy.

When he’s fully seated within your walls, you shiver straight into his embrace.

“I love you,” you breathe, pulling your arms out from beneath his to card through his hair.

Steve whines at the intimacy, muttering how good you feel into your neck before finding you for a kiss.

“I love you, too.”

Your spit-slicked nipples graze his rough chest hair with every bounce of Steve’s frantic and increasingly wild thrusts. His excitement fuels yours, his moans turning to groans while your core heats up like a kettle on the cusp of whistling.

“Are you sure?” he asks, but he sounds so wrecked, so incapable of any rational thought that isn’t pure praise of you.

His huge hands cling to your shoulder blades. The bite of short fingernails barely registers on your sweating skin. All you can do is scream in warning.

Your body clamps down, fluttering a strong and desperate rhythm of its own against him.

“Oh fuck, precious,” Steve pants, hustling to move his arms back around to your front, pressing into your tight stomach, imagining the glide of his cock beneath his palms as he holds you still.

He’s lost and lust-drunk, focused on pumping you full of his cum and relishing the new sensation. His eyes shut, lashes kissing his cheeks, and his head lolls back in one last choked shout.

It’s so much wetter combined with you, so much nastier and possessive.

He kneads gently at your belly, still pushed in as deep as he can be, and lets out a breathy chuckle in utter, debauched bliss.

A second later, Steve easily twists out of the looped tie, tossing it in a heap beside you on the desk and petting every inch of you he can reach as he comes down.

His descending calm only sends you reeling.

You watch the corruption of man in 4K high definition as Steve succumbs to this new, greedy delight. You see the very moment it dawns on him that he’s a righteously common man—replete with vice he’s unlikely to recover from. His downfall keeps you floating on shockwaves like you’re in a mosh pit, his every expression pushing you back into the fog of orgasm.

You did this. You did this to him as much as he did this to you.

Eyes glazed and dark, Steve’s fingertips finally trace the joint of your hip.

The tickle makes you buck against him, knocking him back a little, and slowly, Steve does pull out entirely. He never lets go of you though.

His thumb finds your clit and starts up another leisurely pace. He sits his bare ass on your office chair and looks directly at your exposed sex, staring as the stimulation makes you clench.

 You hear the powerful man between your legs roll forward for a better view. 

You feel him leaking out of you and know he’s holding that gaze for a moment longer before yanking out a few tissues from the box in your drawer and wiping up what he can. He’s gentle, but he doesn’t have to be so slow to clean you. 

You expect that to be it.

He’s brought you back down—albeit teasingly,—returned from his trip to some feral, nomad land, and that’s likely the end of your romp at work with straight-laced, kind Steve Rogers. 

But his hot hand finds your calf, lifting your leg to drape over his shoulder. He doesn’t even wait until the other leg is moved into place before his lips lock around that sensitive nub still aching from attention.

He goes to town, particularly ravenous for more noise, pausing for long periods to caress and nuzzle the plush skin of your thighs. He whispers how he likes the smell of you two together, how it’s stronger, maybe because he’s been away, how you smell potent and ready for him, and he didn’t hurt you, did he? He just wanted you so bad. Needed you.

You lean into his new-found obsession, steadily rising high again, body and soul.

Did he like marking you? you ask. Will he keep thinking about it?

Will he want to keep you full and watch it overflow from you? 

Is he ready to fuck you again already?

Your words don’t even shame the golden boy begging to suffocate between your legs; they only encourage him. He has you gushing again in minutes. It takes longer for the sparking electricity of your high to dissipate than it did to build the charge.

He simply watches with a smile on his face and his lips sliding across the tender back of your knee.

Eventually, you sit up, gasping for air, blouse and bra still trapped on your elbows, skirt still hiked up to your waist. No more words pass between you. You hold each other in an adoring gaze, giggling when he has to help you put your feet back on the ground.

You fluff your destroyed hair and step onto wobbly legs. Steve races to help, but you only move to straddle him in the chair, your hand finding his still-slick cock that’s well on its way to hard. His eyes meet yours and never falter, his hands steady beside your arms in case you need his strength but untouching while you jerk and toy with him. He unabashedly shows you the full mess of him you’ve made, like you let him see of you.

You look over to the clock near the door.

8:30.

The night is still young, and you missed your boyfriend. He’s full of surprises and you want to explore at least one more before breaking to head home.

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Welp to cope with the dream that I had last night will be turned into a little Drabble

Who so ready for Stepdad!Steve or CEO!Steve or DBF!Steve. Not sure which way I wanna play it yet because all three could work.

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CEO!Steve

“Sir, a humor says that you'll engaged soon, is it true?”

You suck a sharp breath while waiting for his answer. Though dating for almost 5 years, you still couldn't believe your relationship with Steve is real.

How could you be so lucky, got stucked with him in a small coffee shop. You waited the rain smaller while you accidentally talking about animal rescue. He loves dog as you adored cat.

But you still have a good time. When the drop stopped, he gave you his private number.

“I'm waiting for you.”

His wink gave you goosebumps and butterfly in your stomach.

You two started chatting online, when you know his name. Your jaw dropped and eyes widened

“Steve Rogers? The, the Steve? Wow!”

“Yep, it won't changed our friendship, right?”

“Of course not, if you want to keep it and listen to my rambling, I mean I can't see what I'm gonna lose.”

He always listened to you. Not judge, not mocking, he knows when you need a great listener or some comfort.

Every time you chatted with him. You could feel the feeling of on the cloud nine. His sassy, his laugh and his jokes captured your heart.

“Good, because I love been with you. You don't know how you important to me.”

A bark from his side, you both chuckled

“Right, Cappy love you too. You're important to us.”

The voice is too seduce and sincere to resist, nor to thought carefully.

“I love you too, Steve.”

You can hear his breath faster and shallow, you want to make things up but your brain melt like a puddle.

“I know it's too suddenly and the moment isn't right. So don't worry, whether you still want to keep this friendship or you want to keep distance with me, I'll understand that.”

“No！” He growled, sounds like he didn't want to let you go.

“No, you can't do this to me, to us. I, I just too shocked and…” He sighed

“Can we try for once, please? I know your insecure and I know you're not that kind of gold digger. You're a independent and beautiful woman. I truly want to be your companion until we turned gray.”

Your sobbing subtle him

“Are you crying, sweetheart? Did, did I say something wrong? I'm sorry…”

“No, you're perfect and too good! I just…no one said those things to me.”

“So…what's your answer?”

“Absolutely YES.”

“Well, there's something wrong.”

His eyes stared at you, the possessive and adoration in his sights send shiver down your spine.

“We'll married soon.”

The END

A/N: write sth to distracted my attention. 🥺🥺

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Strawberry Kisses and Candy Wine - CEO!Steve Rogers

Chapter 4 So Close But Yet So Far

Character: CEO!Steve Rogers x Baker!Female Reader

Theme: Fluff

Words Count: 1163

Summary: It seems like Steve and (Y/N) share the same feelings. But when they want to see each other, something always stops them. When will both of them meet again?

A/N: If there are any grammar mistakes, please pardon me because English is not my first language.

But I hope, readers will enjoy this new update.

Likes, Reblogs, and feedback are much appreciated. 

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Steve P.O.V

It’s been a month since Steve saw you. He went abroad for a while to meet with new potential company partners. 

But something unexpected happened; the rival company stole Steve's team proposal plan. The reason why the proposal leaked was his new secretary Peter. 

The night before the meeting, he met his old friend at the bar. It seems like his alcohol tolerance was pretty low and ended up with him spilling everything about the proposal. His old friend worked with the rival company and stole the plan. 

Because they lost their chance to expand the business, Steve won’t stop scolding his new secretary Peter, “Even though he is your old friend, you shouldn’t tell him even just a tiny bit about the company's new proposal.”

Everyone outside the office could hear their boss scolding. They looked at Bucky for help to stop Steve and help Peter. 

Bucky received the help signal and went to Steve's office.

Knock, Knock!

Bucky's presence made Steve stop talking, but he still looked mad. He gave Peter a consoling look and gave a sign to him to leave the room. 

Peter bowed his head to Steve and left the room. Bucky told Steve, “You have to be chill, Steve; besides, we have discussed this with our investor and board member. They trust Steve's capability. 

Bucky tried to lift the mood by giving Steve something “Look what I’ve got.” He handed his best friend a cake box from his wife, Natasha. 

It got Steve's attention and made his face look bright. Because the cake box came from your bakery, looking at it made him sigh deeply. 

If these things happened months ago, he wouldn’t mind staying at the office to develop a new plan since he is a workaholic. But everything is changed since he met you. Steve looked up at the window, wondering what you were doing. 

Meanwhile, at Dear Cake

Reader P.O.V

Inside the cafe, everything looks like usual, customers enjoying their food and drink while Toby works at the cashier. 

And at the bakery kitchen, Natasha is sitting behind one of the counters, watching you humming a song while making a new batch of cake.

“So, do you want to tell me who the person that made you keep singing (Y/N)?”

Her sudden question made you blush. "What…aat?"

"I've been trying to matchmaking you with my friend. Turned out I was too late."

You giggled, remembering the disastrous date you’ve been through before. "You know that I'm awkward with blind date."

“So, could you tell me more about your company party for this weekend?” You asked Natasha while looking through the desert list she requested. 

“Just a small gathering. The CEO of my company came up with this idea to appreciate employees' hard work. They could have fun, eat and drink all day.”

“That’s really nice. But I still think you work in a big company Nate.”

Natasha just winked at you while eating the berries. You always wondered about her, who was always full of mysteries. Even though you have been friends since boarding high school, you still can’t figure her out. 

You and Natasha lost contact almost ten years after attending different universities. You were studying abroad to follow your parents, who work as researchers, and Natasha is staying in the States. 

Even though you separated, she will always be your best friend. When you got burned out and betrayed from working at your former company, the first person that came to your mind to talk to was Natasha. 

Thanks to social media, you could contact her again. She was angry and livid hearing your stories. She said, 'It’s painful right now, but you could do whatever you want after this.’

‘What I want?’ You asked yourself that question and remembered always wanting to open your bakery and cafe. 

You told Natasha about the idea, and she fully supported it and said, “You made a hella out of cake back at our high school bazaar. It always sold out.”

That was good enough to build your confidence, and you appreciate her helping hand. Natasha gave you a good list of locations with a good price to open your bakery. 

While you recall the past, the kitchen door kicked, making you and Natasha look at the door. You thought it was Toby thinking his hand full of holding flour bags. That’s why he kicked the door.  

It turned out it was someone else—the person who made you quit your former job. With a smug smile, expensive clothes, and sting cologned, he walked towards you and said, "Nice to see you again (Y/N).”

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At Dear Cake (same day but different time)

Steve P.O.V

Steve finally could step his foot at his favorite place once again. He wished that he could see your face even from afar. But his prayer isn’t answered because he only sees Toby at the cafe. 

He approaches Toby and notices something. Steve knew how to read someone's mood, and now he could feel that Toby was looking mad. 

“Hey Toby, you’re good?”

Toby looked surprised since it’s been a while since Steve didn’t appear. “Oh, Steve.” He sighed. “Well, there’s an annoying guest today. He completely ruined my day and (Y/N).”

Steve raised his eyebrows when he heard your name got included. Did the guest hurt you? He asked Toby, “Do you need any help?”

“I had it under control.”

Steve hummed. Since Toby doesn’t accept his offer, he will back down. Then his eyes look around for your presence. 

“What about you, Steve…?” Toby wants to ask Steve what he’s been doing, but it seems like he wants to see you.

‘He looking for (Y/N).’ Toby thought. “She went to buy ingredients; we got a big order next weekend.”

‘Seems like he couldn’t ask you out next weekend to his party.’ He thought. Steve looked at Toby, hiding his shyness. 'Was it obvious he’s looking for you? ' 

He couldn’t lie but felt disappointed. “Well, I guess I’ll see you both next week.”

“You don’t want to stay for a while?”

Steve shook his head. “No, I have to catch a flight.”

Five minutes after Steve left, the cafe door opened.

“Oh welcome back, your boyfriend was just here a few minutes ago.”

“You should’ve called me when he arrived.” You gritted your teeth while holding your annoyance with your brother. 

“If you didn’t go out, that person would keep bothering you. I was this close to hitting him,” said Toby. 

You never saw Toby this mad since he was always calm. You changed the topic and pointed at the grocery bags “Well, at least the ingredients for next weekend are completed.” 

Toby looked at the grocery bags and said, “Perhaps you could see Steve sooner.”

“Hmm, how do you know that?” You asked him while shaking his shoulder. While Toby inwardly screamed, seeing his sister being so dense. 

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You, Always You: Epilogue

Your hands held the length of your dress up above your belly, and your eyes studied your reflection as it was cast in the mirror. There was the smallest evidence you were hoping for, the softness of your belly that had the gentlest curve to it was the strongest indicator that you were afflicted by the symptoms you had hoped for.

It was the gentle swelling, the soft little squishy bump that had made you bite down hard on your bottom lip in an attempt to contain the smile that wanted to burst on your face.

It was going to be nearly impossible to contain your excitement but you could not and would not spoil Noelle’s gift to Steve before it was time.

You let the dress fall back down over your belly to your mid-thighs when you heard a knock on the bedroom door, and you turned to face Steve as he slipped into the room. He closed the door behind him and started to cross the distance between you two, casting a soft and tender gaze upon you that made your heart flutter.

“Are you okay, baby?” He stepped before you and set his hands on your hips, then leaned in to brush his lips against your forehead.

“I’m perfect.” You sighed against him and leaned in, slowly slipping your arms around his neck to relax pliantly against him. “People are starting to arrive?”

“Mhmm.” Steve hugged you fully, drawing you against his chest and swaying gently, a soft and temporary slow dance in the middle of your bedroom. “They’re downstairs entertaining the birthday girl.”

“Three,” you mumbled against his shoulder before you pulled away and rest your hands on his chest, “I can’t believe she’s three.”

“Three going on thirteen,” Steve teased and slowly pulled away, his eyes sweeping over yours before he settled his attention upon the set of rings on your left hand, the symbols of your marriage, “sassy little princess.”

“She gets that from you,” you rose to your tippy toes and kissed his cheek, a tender display of affection before you rose back down to your heels and completely drew away, smoothing down your dress, “do I look okay?”

“You look beautiful.” Steve grasped your hand and lifted it to his lips, kissing the back of your hand and then tugged you into a twirl, bringing your back to his chest. “Just as beautiful as the day I met you.”

“That was so long ago.” You hummed, a soft laugh falling from your lips as he nipped your neck. “You can’t believe that.”

“You’re right,” he smiled against your flesh, “you’re much prettier now.”

“I like that answer.” Again, you had slowly passed him and turned to the door, your hand resting upon the handle yet you hadn’t turned the brass. “Do you wish you could go back? Undo some of it?”

“I wish I never let you go.” Steve aired his only regret, a kind of sombreness falling between the two of you. “I wish I would have taken you with me, I would’ve done so much more for you.”

“Steve,” you looked back at him, your vision blurred by unshed tears, “you saved me. You did so much for me and you didn’t…”

“Don’t cry,” he stepped before you and wiped your tears, his hands cupping your cheeks, “please don’t cry. Y/N, baby…it’s over. John’s gone, he’s never going to touch you again. Andy made sure that he could never hurt you again.”

“Like I said,” you smiled small and turned into his embracive touch, “you saved me, Steve.”

“And now we’re married, and Noelle is turning three.” He wiped his thumb to dry a few more tears, encouraging you with every facet of his being. “Are you ready?”

“Yes.” You cleared your throat and exhale slowly, easing your nerves. “Yes, I’m ready.”

“Good.” Steve kissed you tenderly, once more before he reached around you to open the door, helping steer you out of the room into the hallway. “Oh, and if Bucky asks, I told him no but he didn’t listen.”

“No?” Your eyebrows furrowed as Steve passed you and shrugged, feigning innocence. “Steve what did you do?”

Steve evaded your question and continued down the hall, hiding his secrets from you, walking away from you as you stare after him. You stood there for a moment, your eyebrows knitted together while you wracked your brain for some explanation or reasoning behind his statement. Bucky and his fiancée were both here, they had both brought gifts but only one of them was something unsuspecting.

“Steve!” You called after him, your feet finally carrying you to follow. “What did you mean?”

You reached the staircase and carefully took each step with caution, your ears recognizing and acknowledging the sound of a party beginning, and Noelle’s happy chattering. Once you had reached the bottom step and turned the corner, you paused at the sight of the guests there for Noelle’s party.

It was surreal, it was a great source of happiness for you to take it all in with relief. John was gone, Steve and you were married, Noelle was turning three, Bucky was settling into domesticity with his fiancée, and everything was perfect.

“It feels good.” You mumbled to yourself, feeling nothing but peace settle over you. “It feels damn good.”

“Mama!” Noelle spied you from the living room, mid-twirl in her princess dress and superhero crown, the mismatched themes a direct resemblance of what she loved and catered to. “Mama, come see!”

“I’m coming, baby.” Your feet carried you, you stepped into the living room and greeted the guests that were closest to you. Andy and his wife, their sons, Bucky and his fiancée, Sarah and her new boyfriend, and then you came upon Noelle.

You sat down on the couch next to her, watching her with complete adoration as she had first decided to open her presents, happening upon some dolls that had talked and cried. She had expressed excitement that was as strong as a three-year-old could manage before she moved on to the next. You watched her move from one to the other, entertained by the colours of the packaging almost more than the gifts themselves.

“I told Bucky no, but he didn’t listen.” Bucky’s fiancée had reiterated what Steve had said, apologetically and gently pushing a moving package toward Noelle.

“Bucky did you really-“ The package yipped, the sound startling Noelle before she ripped the box off and squealed with absolute fascination.

Inside the box was a puppy eagerly waving its tail with floppy ears and a fuzzy face, its tongue was hanging out of its mouth and its big brown eyes were bright. Noelle had no sooner reached for the puppy when it had jumped from the box into her lap, immediately licking her face with a fast-moving wag of its dark tail.

“A puppy?” Your eyes found Bucky’s, his grin was salacious and unapologetic, making it impossible to stay mad at the man. “You got her a puppy?”

“Every little girl needs a puppy.” His grin seemed permanent, even as Noelle and the puppy had taken off after each other, the two of them running to the back door. “They love each other already.”

“I don’t suppose you brought supplies?” You hummed, reaching for a package that was stashed beside the couch. “Steve has them.”

“Course he does.” You grabbed the ribbon in the top and set it in your lap, almost nervous to give it to Steve, a sign that was quickly picked up on by Sarah.

“We can go out in the backyard, it should be ready.” She had ushered the guests out toward the backyard to aid you until it was just Steve and you.

“I have something for you.” He joined you on the couch, taking the place next to you. “It’s technically Noelle’s gift, well both of ours-“

“Sweetheart,” Steve set his hand on your thigh and brushed his thumb back and forth on your knee, “relax.”

“Open it.” You shoved it into his grasp, biting down on your bottom lip as he reached into the gift bag.

You watched him grab hold of the frame and bring it out into the open, his blue-green eyes sweeping across the photograph behind glass before his head snapped up and he stared you down with widened eyes. His lips were parted, something he wished to say but was caught on the tip of his tongue.

“I’m pregnant,” you spoke for him, addressing the picture of Noelle in a shirt with best big sister scrawled across the front, “when you found me in the bedroom-“

Steve reached out and rest his hand upon your belly, meeting the soft round bump that you had hidden in the dress, his fingers clenching the material. He beamed next, his smile big and goofy as his eyes became glazed over.

“Oh my God…” he exhaled, his bottom lip trembling. “We’re having another baby.”

“We’re having another baby. He drew you into his lap, enveloping you in his embrace as he hugged you tightly and exhaled against your neck.

“I love you. I love you so damn much, Mrs. Rogers.”

“I love you too, Mr. Rogers.”

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