#chris evens as captain america

[soliloquent-stark]

it takes every ounce of strength tony has, but somehow, he manages to resist homewrecker steve's seduction when he shows up at his house.

alas, tony is only human; the next day, he decides to give the debauchery plan a try himself.

dedicated to @meidui for saying 'tony is the kind of man you put on a slutty little leather jacket for and show up at his lakehouse and first you wreck that old man's marriage and then you wreck his bedsheets' and @frankthesnek for saying that tony copying steve's outfit is a form of courtship. 💗

[meidui]

“It kinda feels personal.” | for @catws-anniversary ♡

[lefthandarm-man]

Steve Rogers // Captain America Captain America: The First Avenger (2011)

the way he looks at bucky (part 1, part 2, part 3)

(bucky vers.)

[1800jjbarnes]

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐎𝐟 𝐌𝐲 𝐀𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 | 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬

【Synopsis】 :  He told you a secret that was supposed to die in the grave. Now you don't know if you can control your own urges around him.

『Word count』 : 1.78k 

Paring: Stever Rogers x Stark!Reader  

[Warnings] : Pinning, fighting inner feelings, pet names, heartbreak, seduction, heavy makeout, battling feelings, neck kissing, hair pulling, marking.

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It all happened so quickly. It was the most excited and nervous you've ever felt. Whatever self-control Steve had that night was crumbled away. His confession had been firmly and completely out of the blue. Then again, it might have been the alcohol in his system that gave him the confidence to do it. Sober Steve's level of self-restraint might have kept his secret longer, but now he couldn't get over how many secretive glances you both exchanged. But that's all the relationship was, a side-eye glance here and there. Small brushes of shoulders. Or the occasional lingering fingers grazing over random fabric covered skin.

"Have fun." You told your brother, Tony, with a big smile, making him smile back at you. Your smile always made you look younger, well younger than your twenty-first-year self. That is what Tony would always say. "Don't stress too much about me. I won’t drink too much."

Tony and the rest of the Avengers had a meeting with some Government type people for their new upcoming programs, Missions, blah blah, you didn't really pay attention to the whole array of tasks he had planned. All you knew was Tony planned to drink the whole time he was there. He briefly said goodbye along with the others before getting in the van to leave.

Once entering inside, you briefly caught a glimpse of Steve down the hall. The gym door wide opene, and his smooth skin is covered in a layer of sweat as he does pull-ups. Butterflies fly around in your stomach as his gaze meets yours for a moment. You knew he declined about going to the meeting, saying he needed to “catch up” on training. You knew it was a lie. He just didn’t want to go, simple. You quickly walked into the kitchen, grabbing a drink. Closing the fridge, you turn around to see the older man behind you, making you jump.

"Jesus Steve! You scared me." You held your chest, feeling your heart was going to beat right out of it.

"Ha, sorry, Sugar." His low chuckle made your heartbeat ever faster. Is this man trying to give you a heart attack?! He also grabbed a drink from the fridge while granting you an award-winning smile the whole time. You made your way to the living room, situating yourself on the floor in front of the couch. Your back pressed against the bottom half of it, you take a sip from your bottle in the hopes it will calm your nerves.

Steve entered the lounge room soon after, a water bottle in hand. You noticed he had ditched his top t-shirt, leaving him in a tight black singlet and joggers. His hair was wet, stray hairs stuck to his forehead. Your mind wandered, sometimes wished he wasn't your brother's friend, one of his best friends. James chose to sit on the floor beside you, his long legs extending in front of him. You both didn't say anything for a moment choosing to sit in silence...Until.

"Hey, umm..." Steve began to speak, nerves surging through his words. "About the other night..."

You turned your attention to him slowly. With worry, you begged with your doe eyes for him not to say any words, especially anything to do with what happened a couple of nights ago. But as in most situations in life where you wanted something really badly, you were met with a big spoonful of disappointment.

"I shouldn't have said that to you. I was drunk and I crossed a line." He took a swigged of his water, only to meet his eyes with your unexpected reaction.

"Sadly, no lines were crossed." You had a half-smile, looking down at your drink. Hearing your words, Steve could only chuckle out, laying his head on the couch. He took another long chugged of his water before finishing the bottle entirely.

"You know We can't do anything about this. About us, I mean."

You remained silent.

"I know you're Tony’s little sister, and you might not fully realize the consequences of doing something like this bu—Believe me, I understand the consequences." You cut him off feeling a sad pit form in your stomach. He exhaled deeply, dragging his hand across his face and through his hair in frustration.

"Help me out then," He begs, turning his body to face you. "We need to stop with the longing eyes and touches. If Tony catches us..." He pauses, trying to find the words.

"I can't help it...and neither can you.." You eye him, leaning your elbow into the couch cushion, resting your head on your hand.

"I know, I know. I'm sorry," He apologized, sounding defeated. "I know it's not on purpose, but you're not making this whole thing easy for me." He sighs, leaning back on the couch, looking at the roof.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be. I'm the one pinning over Tony Stark's little sister. You've got nothing to be sorry about." You smiled softly because despite the seriousness of your conversation, you couldn't help but feel sorry for him. You know on your side, you were still Tony’s sister, but on his, it could ruin his life, his friendship, everything. Tony wouldn’t forgive the soldier if he so much as ‘tainted’ his baby sister. You placed a hand on his arm in a reassuring way.

"Don't beat yourself up about this, and besides, nothing has even happened..." You sounded a lot more disappointed in your voice than you wanted, and Steve noticed.

"I know how you feel about me, and I've already told you how I feel, but if anything were to happen—I know." You pressed your lips together, cutting him off again, forcing yourself to smile sadly.

"Do you?" He pressed, tilting his head to look at you. "Because you're still holding my bicep." he laughed lightly.

"Sorry, I-..." You couldn't find the words, pulling your hand away. Steve chuckled quietly. His smile was bright in your eyes despite the situation that was unravelling. He took your hand that was resting on his arm into his own. Slowly tangling his fingers with yours. Looking down at your entwined digits, expression almost pained.

"It's okay," He reassured with a voice soft. "I guess I'm just rambling about boundaries..." A moment of silence grew again until he gently reached over and placed his finger beneath your chin, forcing you to look in his direction. He gazed at you for a long moment, allowing a second to calm down his nerves as he stared worriedly into your eyes. Sadness was filling your sense, even if you wanted to hide the fact that your heart was definitively breaking.

"Hey, it's gonna be okay, alright? No one needs to know about what happened between us."

He waited, a long moment passing as you battled your thoughts and emotions. Why did he have to be so caring, so sweet, so... inviting... He stared into your eyes with the softest smile across his lips, His eye creasing with reassurance. In a second impulse, you no longer had restraint, leaning over to kiss him.

It was an innocent kiss, a peck; nothing more, nothing less. It lasted just over a second, and then you pulled back, feeling stunned by your own bravery and simultaneously guilty about the whole thing. You could feel your cheeks burning up, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip, feeling nothing but embarrassment. Your eyes finally met Steve's. You quickly see that he looks just as surprised as you felt in the moment. But his emotion of surprise was soon joined by something else, something that made him look more pained, feeling his heartstring pull so hard they felt like they were going to break.

He inhaled sharply, his face only inches from yours. It was a long moment of battling his feelings before finally, feeling like the damage had already been done, he let his hand slip from yours. It was only a brief second before his hand found your cheek. Holding your face firmly in his hands, he pressed his forehead to yours.

"I won't tell if you don't." And just like that, he eagerly pulled you against him, pressing his mouth to your own. It wasn't innocent or gently as the previous kiss had been. There was desperation covered in need and urgency. Feeling the desire pool from Steve, you take it in to dive headfirst, throwing away any and everything that had been spoken about before. Your heart was beating frantically as you pushed yourself onto your knees. Steve gripped your thighs, helping you climb onto his large lap. He pulled you closer, one hand squeezing your thigh while the other held firmly around your waist, trapping you to him. The kiss was hot, tongues fighting and teeth clashing. You let out a groan as Steve's mouth connected with your hot flesh on your jawbone, then your neck, licking a wet trail until your collar bone. Your fingers pulled lightly on his hair, moaning as you felt him begin to suck harshly on your skin.

Suddenly—much to both of your disappointments—the sounds of and elevator ding as metal doors clanked. You both snapped back to reality, frantic, you slide out of Steve’s lap, situating yourself back against the couch. While Steve jumped so fast to sit on the furthest couch in the room, hiding in the array of decorative pillows.

"Y/n?" Tony called, turning the corner. He spotted you and Steve with a smile, "I forgot my glasses," He said with a light sigh, picking up the case with the newest tech glasses he had designed. He planned on showing them off today in hopes someone might take interest. You watch him walk back towards the hall but stop to turn back again.

Steve looked to you with an expression of panic, promptly deciding the best course of action was to try and act like absolutely nothing had happened. The sounds of footsteps echoed through the hall, making Steve glance one more time at you with a look of "I can't believe we just did that" painting his feautres.

"The meeting might hold us up a little longer than expected, so if it's not too much, would you be able to drive y/n home." He faced Steve before turning his gaze to you. "Sorry we couldn't hang out more." He gave you a quick apologetic look. You say it's fine before he quickly left without another word, letting silence take hold again. You look over at Steve once you hear the elevator doors close. He has a devilish smile on his face, no longer even thinking about any sort of boundaries anymore.

"Wanna continue at yours, do I have to carry you upstairs?"

[scottxlogan]

Continuing my Marvel Heroes Fashion series and working through different heroes as I learn new techniques along the way. Today I've decided to spice it up a bit with a slight shift from what the other pieces were this time featuring Steve Rogers (Captain America).

The previous versions can be found below: Black Widow (Natasha Romanoff) Storm (Ororo Munroe)

Emma Frost (White Queen)

[yen-sids-tournament]

Captain America v Black Widow - Round 1

Captain America

Name: Steve Rogers Power: Super-Surem Enhancements, Loyalty Story: The Avengers/Captain America: The First Avenger et al.

Black Widow

Name: Natasha Romanoff Power: Elite Assassin Training and Moral Reform Story: Iron Man 2/The Avengers et al.

[blushstories]

my love! could u write a steve x reader where she’s been feeling a little uncomfortable and upset and anxious with the way her body is changing (it’s not changing for any particular reason though it’s just like undergoing natural changes that everyone has because appearances can fluctuate) and there’s just a lot of comfort from steve bc he sees how self conscious it makes her and reminds her that there’s nothing wrong with how she looks etc etc 🥺🥺🥺

:,( heart goes out to everyone who’s struggling with this i think u are beautiful yes you behind the screen <3 I hope this is okay darling anon!

When you enter the room, Steve senses that something's different. He can see it in the slight slouch of your shoulders, your heavier footsteps, and the thin line of your mouth.

Though he can't pinpoint how much you're weighed down until you sit next to him on the couch and look up. Staring back at you is your reflection in the living room mirror and you're instantly reminded of your spiralling anxieties from five minutes ago. You frown and stiffen, droop further, like a wilting flower, and begin to argue with yourself in your head.

Can you sit on Steve's other side? The mirror doesn't reach there.

That would look silly, you've just sat down. Steve will notice.

What if you--

"Bubble?" He says, bringing a knuckle to your face and swiping his thumb down against the soft apple of your cheek twice. A third time tugs your face towards him. "What's going on up there?"

His eyes are searching yours, diving as deep into your soul as he can, trying to read your mind. They calm the storm in your mind momentarily as you admire them, but then his hand slides to your jaw and he whispers, "hey."

A bite in your throat. Searing eyes. You swallow and look down. Then at the mirror, after which you find comfort back in his eyes. His thumb taps the side of your face. You aren't sure if you even want to tell him. Is it silly? What if he doesn't want to deal with it? What if he sees it as something to be dealt with?

"Stop it, sweetheart," he chides, concerned. "Stop what?" "Thinking." He reaches out to you, warm hands on your calves and ankles as he swings your legs over his lap, forcing you to shift closer to him. His arm lazily rests around your shoulders, and his fingers dance around the side of your neck. He waits. You collect your thoughts as if collecting breadcrumbs.

"I think I've changed," you say finally. Your teeth fidget with your bottom lip. Steve's fingers pause. "Changed how?" You look at him, wishing he could just read your mind so that you don't have to say it. Saying it makes it feel truer, somehow.

"Like..." you look down at yourself, gesturing vaguely at your body because you're still afraid that when he finally understands, he'll dismiss you. "It's different."

His eyes widen quickly before returning to normal, and his head nods in recognition simultaneously. His tongue escapes to wet his bottom lip, and his eyes flit into the distance somewhere as he thinks. You don't breathe.

The next time he looks at you, he doesn't show any signs of contempt. You wrap your arms around your legs, embarrassed. No, vulnerable.

"Sweetheart," he says, thumb massaging the flesh of your shoulder. "We all look a little different every day. Even I do."

"Really?" You say, skeptical. "I swear. But you never notice what I do, right?" You scrunch your mouth to the side and shake your head, now resting on the peak of your knees, and "You're beautiful," comes out before you can stop it.

A twinge of pink settles in the apples of his cheeks, and he smiles, disarmed. "Thanks for proving my point, doll. In reality, on Earth, this dimension, the opposite of space, whatever the hell you want to call it-- " "Language!" You gasp dramatically. He smiles, and pinches your nose with his knuckles in response. "There is nothing wrong with how you look. That's a fact. And it will still be one tomorrow. And tomorrow's tomorrow. You get it. You say I'm beautiful?" He says, pecking your exposed temple. You nod silently, chewing on his words. "I think you're beautiful. I gotta tell you, doll, I thought you were beautiful the moment that Stark introduced us."

You raise an eyebrow, hyperbolically high. "No, really!" He insists, encouraging you to sit up and then lean against him. His arm winds around your back and his fingers play with the lacy hem of your shirt at your waist. "And then the party that night. Do you know that I was so distracted every time you walked by that Bucky threatened to ask you out before I did, right there and then, so that I'd actually listen to him."

You gape, the corners of your mouth tugged up in amusement. "He did not," you giggle. Steve nods, failing to suppress a smile creeping into his cheeks. "So I asked you within the minute, you said yes, and now, I have the loveliest girl in the whole of the States right next to me. She's my favourite. My girl." You lean into him, smushing your face into any nook you can find to hide your giddy smile. A hum of content rumbles through his chest, and his hand strokes your upper arm while he mutters, "Buck would argue that you're his favourite too, why he can't choose Sam or someone..."

You're not sure what to say, except, "Thank you." "No need, doll." He turns your head with his knuckle to kiss you tenderly, his hand on your hip, hoping to show you words unspoken.

[angelflms]

if i had a nickel for everytime i was down bad for a fictional superhero who wears a blue suit, is a literal golden retriever but is very protective of those he cares about, has a nice ass, has to fight a big bad played by an iconic 70s actor (who would both later on be in a movie together) and are played by a june gemini nerd who i was/am also down bad for, i'd have two nickles, which isn't a lot but it's weird that it happened twice.

[somedaytakethetime]

In true Nagelsmann fashion allow me to present to you: Denmark vs Germany (29.06.2024, Euros 2024) - The Lowlights Reel

*lines up to be sexy på dansk one last match*

*trips on children*

*talks but no one listens*

*legit gets called to chat about the weather*

*is given bad news, checks fit, braces*

*does the most, is rewarded the least*

*reflects the same emotions girlblogger had while watching this match*

*serves looks and chest*

*runs sexily and applauds fans that want him out of the club*

*considers pursuing German ancestry. or playing for England....*

[slutisnotabadword]

For a character that got frozen for over 60 years and basically died and most likely suffers from massive PTSD, and had to watch their best friend die and become brainwashed, and have their other best friend die, and never really fitting into this new world nor having enough time to, and seems to always be the one sacrificing everything and never actually getting a happy ending…

Steve Rogers’ trauma sure do get overlooked 🤔

[goldenispunk]

[pynkhues]

Watching these old clips of JAM makes the drought feel even more acute. Jacob just had to have shows right around SDCC, didn't he?

Also, why do you think there's so little JAM rpf? This fandom doesn't seem particularly anti-rpf, if twitter/X is anything to go by (reddit is another story), so I find the low numbers of fics puzzling. Any thoughts?

I know! I'm so bummed that his gigs ended up timing so close to SDCC, but these things happen and I'm happy for him that his other creative projects are going so well.

And mmm, I mean, I think there's not that much fic in this fandom generally tbh, especially given it's got a pretty strong fanbase and a lot of fan creators in other spaces like gifmakers and fanartists. I've wondered in part if it's the long tail of Anne Rice having had such a hard stance on fanfiction in the 90s and 00s, but I'm not sure that would impact newer fans / fans of the show all that much. I do think it's not an easy show to write fic for - it's got a pretty specific cadence to it - but ultimately, I honestly think both in terms of fic for the show itself and for RPF, it's about race.

Like it's pretty easy to compare it to something like Good Omens , right? Both cult classic books from the 20th Century, both with two seasons, both high genre shows, both pretty camp, both making explicit what was (at least in book 1 for IWTV) an implicit relationship, and yet if we look at just the TV show tag for the main ship of each show:

And for RPF (which look, is always going to be more niche, although this is slightly less damning than the above):

And look, I've read Good Omens, but I haven't watched the series for a variety of reasons, and I imagine IWTV is a darker show and perhaps harder to get into, but especially with the fic for the main ship of each, the disparity does make me wonder if this would look quite different if they'd kept Louis white.

[storysofanavenger]

Only mine

Steve Rogers/Captain America x fem!reader

Summary: You had a meeting with the Avengers but your boyfriend has only eyes for others. You don’t like that, so he has to live with the consequences.

Warnings: slight bdsm; swearwords; sub Captain America; dom reader; commands

462 words

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I texted him to take off everything except his underwear and wait for me in the hallway.

I ordered Steve to get on his knees. He screwed up, and he knew that, so he had no choice. Poor little whore. He thought I didn't see him offering himself at the Avengers meeting. I saw how he gazed to Bucky all the time with this lustful sparkle in his eyes. He’s bi and I know that, I was never against it but he has to accept that he was mine. I told him so often that I see everything but he always thinks that he can outsmart me.

"Kneel down" I said.

He complied with my order, but without stopping to look me in the eye.

He was angry with me, I could see that, but I didn't care. He must live with the consequences.

When he sat on his knees in front of me, I could hardly resist him. His big, blue puppy eyes are made it hart to resist.

I put on his collar.

From him, I got only a growl back.

"Well, bad little puppies have to be taught a lesson. Right, little whore?"

He didn't respond. He looked down at the floor. This really pissed me off now.

I grabbed him by the chin and yanked it up, so he was forced to look me in the eye.

I repeated, "Right, little whore?"

He nodded.

I saw a lustful gleam in his eyes. „This could not be true“, I thought.

I didn't expect that this would make him so horny, so I continued.

I grabbed him by his collar, bent down, so he could see something in my cleavage, and pulled him close to me.

I asked him quietly with a murmur in my voice, "Do you like being called a whore?"

The only thing he could do was to swallow, then he looked down again nervously. Then he nodded hesitantly.

"Answer me." I said softly but firmly.

"Yes ma'am" he said shakily.

I grinned at him and fixed him with my gaze.

I saw that he had taken his hands off the floor to hide something.

"Put your hands back on the floor. I want to see everything.", I said with a smirk.

He did so without contradicting me. He just looked at me in embarrassment.

"That's enough to get you turned on? You really are a dirty little whore, and tomorrow everyone will know it. You won't be able to sit anymore."

He swallowed hard, but carefully directed his eyes to me again.

"Now follow me to the sofa and lean over my lap. I'll show you what happens if you do that again."

"Yes Ma'am" he said quietly, because he knew what was about to happen.

[moralsareathingofthepast]

the captain america steath suit was my straight awakening

[bumblingbabooshka]

Chris Pine Kirk v. T’Pol whose lips are better

T'Pol because she's more unsettling

[h50europe]

Chris Evans talks about his anxiety attacks hitting him, preferably at night, and many more things.