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why my heart is as black as my coffee...

@redhairedfeistynerd / redhairedfeistynerd.tumblr.com

18+ ONLY on a semi hiatus she/her so fucking old 35+ ☆Star Wars .❤Marvel ❤ Bucky Barnes❤  ❤Steve Rogers❤ ☆Doctor Who ☆Sherlock ☆Domhnall Gleeson ☆Adam Driver  ☆Multi-shipper ☆A bunch of other random things that I love Feel free to say hello!  Masterlist AO3
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labella420

Interlude

A little something that came to mind, because you KNOW I love me some Nomad! Steve! 🥵🤤. This was written rather quickly, and it’s loosely proofread. All mistakes spelling, grammar and otherwise are all me!

Starring: Nomad!Steve Rogers x Female Reader

Summary: Steve surprises you at work

Warnings: 18+ Only! SMUT! NSFW! MINORS DNI! Unprotected sex. Public sex. Creampie. Illusion to oral sex (female receiving). Light degradation.

As always, likes and reblogs are welcomed and encouraged! I DO NOT give permission to post or translate my works! Don’t steal, it’s not nice!

Word Count: 611

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You felt him before you saw him. His gaze burning into your back.

Yes!!! I love that he wants to clean up his mess later. So damn hot.

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May I Request: A Time Machine

No under 18s thank you

Summary:

In the third addition of May I Request, our reader is out on the mean streets of Harlem kicking ass and taking down names… well, rather, making out with Steve Rogers in bars and trying to infiltrate a weapons of mass destruction dealer. Life undercover isn’t all it’s cracked up to be and tension is mounting. Thank goodness Bucky Barnes is on hand to help out with alcohol. It’s a shame no one can hold their liquor. 

Pairing: Steve Rogers/Reader

Warnings: Sexual Tension, Enemies-To-Lovers, Banter, Angst, Steve Rogers should not drink, Steve Rogers is a drunk liability, Improper use of the Daddy Kink, Terrible Undercover Techniques, Teasing, Grinding.

Word Count: 2.7k+

Notes: Thank you @caffiend-queen​ for beta’ing like a boss. Thank you for the prompts @twittytelly​ (“Next time, say that when I’m inside you.”) and @sweater-daddiesdumbdork​ ( “I give you my full permission to fuck me awake in the morning.”). This series is a bloody joy to write - I hope you’re enjoying it x

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Spy work isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.

The hours are terrible. The pay, unless you’re Tony Stark, is a pittance. And trying to remember your undercover character whilst living what is the beginning of a sex-dream with the man of your own filthiest thoughts, well, they didn’t teach you that at spy school.

Not that you actually went to spy school. Graduating top of your class at NYU and majoring in green technology, you hadn’t anticipated your life revolving around superheroes and analyzing data. Your only education in the art of deception was your two-week crash course with Steve literally abusing you with kale salads and ten-mile runs.

You’re not entirely sure how your ‘relationship’ had shifted from the sweet mousy librarian couple to the sexed-up, kinky-as-fuck newlyweds literally making out in dirty bars in Harlem.

It probably didn’t help that Steve had grown a glorious beard that you could literally lose hours imagining yourself riding blissfully. And god, he looks good in tight jeans and even tighter t-shirts that are three sizes too small for him. And that leather jacket? Praise Jesus. Or Erskine.

He gifts you a smirk and his perfectly shaped eyebrow raises as he stops before the white ball. Leaning his ridiculously long and toned torso over the green table, he measures his cue and sinks four balls in one. Not only is the bastard stupidly beautiful he’s also unfairly amazing at playing pool.

In the corner of the dark and rundown bar, your target sits on a stool downing another shot, a pretty young woman sitting on his lap. He doesn’t look like the type of man to be in the business of weapons of mass destruction, well, at least you don’t think so.  But, as Steve keeps not-so-politely pointing out, this is not your area of expertise.

Having successfully worked his way into the inner circle, Steve had brought you in as his “ditzy girlfriend”. Your one and only job is to hack into their tech and extract what information you can without being caught.

So far, you’ve only succeeded in playing the hot and heavy couple.

Um...whoa. The tension, and the grinding, plus all the little truths coming out.

Your writing blows my mind 🤯

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May I Request: A Less Psychotic Trainer?

No under 18s thank you

Summary:

In the second addition of May I Request, life under the regime of one Steve Rogers, aka, everyone’s favourite blonde Captain, isn’t sunshine and roses. It’s kale and spirulina. And a whole lot of sexy inappropriate thoughts.

Pairing: Steve Rogers/Reader

Warnings: Sexual Tension, Enemies-To-Lovers, Banter, Angst, Smut to come!

Word Count: 2.1k+

Notes: Thank you @caffiend-queen​ for beta’ing like a boss. Thank you for the prompts @asgardiangurll​ (“I’m not used to being this sore.”/ “Slow down, we’re not trying to win a marathon.”) - I’m sorry they took so long to put onto paper! I hope you enjoy 🧡 And thank you for all your kind comments on the previous chapter. They made me laugh and cry and take my mind off of a lot of crap going on. 

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This is what death feels like.

Above you, the industrial fan slowly comes into focus as your chest heaves painfully. You can’t breathe. Waves of nausea roll violently as you force back the pathetic excuse of a breakfast you had forced down.

You’re going to die on the gym floor of the compound and nobody is going to save you.

In your periphery, you can just make out the blurry figure of Steve Rogers as he kneels beside you. You can practically feel the dramatic eye roll as you whine mournfully, the stitch in your side intensifying as you try to catch your breath.

“I’m dying,” you croak and wheeze.

Steve does that sigh, the one that simultaneously makes you weak at the knees and want to punch him in his perfect jaw. “You’re fine. Get up and do another thirty burpees, soldier.”

Except you’re not a soldier. You’re a data analyst forced upon the Avengers by SHIELD for “compliance” reasons. Your idea of a workout is making the most of the online Black Friday sales or walking to the corner store for a date with Ben and Jerry’s.

The muscles in your calves, or what you think might be your calves,  instantly cramp at the thought of doing more of the hellish jumps. You blindly reach around you searching for some kind of weapon to destroy the golden menace kneeling over you. “I can’t, Steve, I’m dying. I can’t breathe. I can’t get up. You’re going to have to carry me to the showers and give a girl a hand.” Steve scoffs and grips your hand, pulling you up.

Burpees are THE WORST! Such a great read full of sarcasm and great banter. Also, Steve sure has impeccable timing as far as orgasms are involved 👏

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Leaked footage 👁️👄👁️

Omg I laughed so hard at this!!!! This was you and me with the string cheese when @notimetoblog busted you @all1e23 . Hahaha

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notimetoblog

@teamcap4bucky thank you for reminding me!! Ooohhhh @all1e23 !!!!!!!!

@teamcap4bucky Wow. I can't believe you called me out like that. Et Tu, Stevie?!

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cocopines

The hardest thing to do as an actor is to act without dialogue and Sebastian Stan did such an incredible job with this character, give him so much life and complexity and texture without a lot of dialogue. — Anthony Russo

He conveyed incredible menace just through movement for a good 60 minutes in the movie. And that is the hardest job in acting. It’s always very difficult to convey emotion without speaking. — Joe Russo

— Captain America: The Winter Soldier Directors’ and Writers’ Audio Commentary

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