Fancake Theme for June: Just Like Canon
Jun. 3rd, 2026 08:10 am
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Robby has managed to put in a temporary fix for the site errors and things failing to refresh or not showing up where they should! The permanent fix is going to need Mark's experience, and unfortunately -- seriously, this literally never fails -- Mark has been on an international flight all day, because of course he has. (Never. Fails. He and I are not allowed to both take vacation at once.)
The site will work just fine with the temporary fix in place, things just might be a little slow here and there. We'll keep you updated.
dam burst (7647 words) by adastreia
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Steve Rogers/Natasha Romanov
Characters: Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov (Marvel)
Additional Tags: The Blip | The Five Years Between Thanos's Snap and Hulk's Snap, Survivor Guilt, Awkward Conversations, Bad BDSM Etiquette, Fingers in Mouth, underwear in mouth, Spanking, Slapping, Gun Kink, Object Insertion, Not Romantic but Not Totally Platonic Either?, We-Only-Have-Each-Other Vibes, Hints of Past Steve/Tony, Past Sexual Assault, Past Bad-Guys-Made-Them-Do-It, Under-negotiated Kink, Dom/sub, Switching, Honor Bondage, Handcuffs
Summary:Steve had spent a lot of the last ten years mourning the life that he'd lost. Mourning that he'd been dead—or as close to it as possible without actually dying—while everybody else had moved forward, settled down, and passed on. Now that he was the one left behind, he spent most of his time wishing that he, too, had disappeared into nothingness.
Meetings at the VA helped a bit. Picking up his sketchbook and settling in at the park to people watch had been nice during the summer, but the activity didn't hold the same appeal in the fall wind. Still, as he peered through the glass at the passersby, he couldn't help but wish he had something other than a mostly-finished bagel to occupy his hands. Without the distraction, it was all too easy for his mind to steer him in the direction of what exactly he'd been dreaming about when he'd been abruptly awoken that morning.
Maybe it was time to pay Nat a visit.