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babyjakes · 6 months

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help me hold onto you.

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event | kinkmas 2023

prompt | sex pollen

pairing | steve rogers x avenger!reader

warnings | sex pollen (reader was exposed to some sort of chemical agent that induced a persistent state of hyperarousal.) medical elements (reader is staying in the medbay.) crying (not related to the sexual interactions.) stevie is soooo soft :')). dialogue is soft and sweet, gentle praise and encouragement included. fingering. tummy rubs bc they make me soft. she comes quick! intense, prolonged orgasm. the beginnings of aftercare.

word count | 1,356

"Hey, hey- okay. I'm here, sweetheart. I'm here. Just tell me what you need."

Steve's brow was raised in gentle concern as he stood over your hospital bed. Dr. Banner had set you up in a secluded room at the end of the medbay, wanting to give you as much privacy as possible given the nature of your condition. It was still all a bit baffling to Steve; Bruce had shared any information he had available on the mysterious chemical you'd been exposed to out on your mission to a foreign bioweaponry facility, but most of it had gone in one of the supersoldier's ears and out the other. "Persistent heightened state of arousal" was the only phrase he was able to cling to, which still didn't feel like much to go off of.

As he stood there at your bedside, though, those words were all of a sudden making a lot more sense. You were a pitiful sight, really- curled up on your side with your knees hugged up to your chest. Your whole body was shaking, something that tore at your teammate's heart as he came to better terms with the severity of the state you were in. Overcome with obvious discomfort, all you could do was lie there and rub your sore knees together uselessly. Your hands reached out for him needily; in an instant, he was lowering himself down to sit beside you, leaning over you attentively as his face filled with concern.

"Oh doll," he hummed, reaching out to brush back your hair with a steady hand. Your forehead was drenched in sweat, your big eyes looking up at him pleadingly. As another wave of unbearable heat rolled over you, tears were building in your eyes. "How can I help, sweet girl?" Steve was pressing, "Is there anything I can do?"

In a moment of total weakness, you reached out for him again. This was completely abnormal behavior for you. Being the youngest and newest to the team, you were always intentional about maintaining an image of responsibility and restraint. But as Steve sat there at your side, his steel blue eyes looking over you so thoughtfully as he gently offered you his hands, your hijacked mind was fixating on him faster than you could realize what was happening.

"P-please," the weakness of your small voice broke Steve's heart. He nodded encouragingly, wanting to do anything he could to ease your suffering.

"What is it, honey? Hmm? What do you need?" he asked soothingly.

More tears built in your eyes as you failed to generate a verbal response. Instead, all you could do was continue to writhe pathetically. Steve's brow furrowed as he tried to make sense of your movements. "Does something hurt?" You whimpered feebly at his question, shaking your head. "No, then what is it, sweetheart? Can you tell me, or- or show me?"

Desperation drove your every move as you shifted slightly onto your back, your knees falling apart as you brought a shaking hand down to motion over your hospital gown toward where the sensations were accumulating. If Steve was surprised or offended by your admission, he didn't let it show. Instead, he simply nodded, speaking with an understanding tone, "It's bothering you there, darlin'? Do you want me to take a look?"

Your wide, pleading eyes were enough to answer his question. Pausing, he took a moment to consider the best way to proceed. After a quick glance back at the door to the hallway, seeing that the coast was seemingly clear, he gently brought his hands over to lift up the thin fabric of the gown, pulling it back to expose the area you had pointed to. Steve couldn't help but gasp softly as he saw the ramifications for the first time; any doubts he could've had about the compound's strength or effects were immediately shot down as he faced the living, breathing evidence.

"Oh honey," he crooned worriedly, leaning his head down a bit to get a better look. Your pussy was so puffy it almost looked painful. Your clit was swollen to about three times its normal size, pulsating visibly in unison with your heavy heartbeat. Bruce had placed a wide gauze pad beneath you, and it wasn't hard to see why; with the constant state of arousal your body was trapped in, you were amassing an impressive amount of self-lubricant. Face drawn in disbelief and honest fascination, Steve struggled to find words to console you. "Sweetie, what can I do? Let me help you," his voice was swelling with concern. Swallowing hard, his gaze returned up to your face. "Can I-... would it help if I-... you know...?" The sweetest hint of pink rose up in his cheeks.

You were unsure of what would happen if he tried, but with the way your stomach was lurching and spasming in excitement at the mere thought, both you and Steve knew it would be senseless to not at least give it a try. Sensing your mild confliction, the supersoldier took a moment to brush back your hair again as his soothing voice filled the air, "It's alright, doll. Let me take care of you. S'just me, just Stevie. I'll be gentle, I promise."

As he spoke, he gently drew his hand down to begin rubbing at your inner thigh. Letting out a squeak of surprise, your heart jumped at the way his touch immediately sent sparks shooting up through your tangled nerves. "Easy," he hummed lowly, pushing on you carefully to encourage you to open up your legs a little further. Once you were nice and spread out for him, he took another deep breath. "Okay darlin'. Just keep breathing for me," he seemed to be trying to calm his own nerves as much as he was yours.

With the lightest amount of pressure he could manage, Steve carefully brought his pointer and middle middle fingers to sink slightly into your pool of arousal. They didn't linger long, as they then slowly dragged up your wetness to smear over your enlarged clit. The moment he came in contact with your poor button, your world was set ablaze. You had never felt such unbearable heat in your life; it was as if every atom within your core was being blasted into smithereens, an incredible amount of energy and pressure building up inside of you as a result.

"Easy, easy- shhhh," Steve was doing his best to talk you through it, watching as your hands scrambled to grip the sheets below you, your hips rocking in shameless desperation.

"Mm.... mmhh... hhh..." you struggled through incoherent whines. The man brought his free hand over to rub your tummy gently, trying to give you any sense of comfort and safety he could as he continued working the pads of his fingers in careful, steady circles.

It only took a few more moments of the simple stimulation to send an orgasm ripping through you with unimaginable force; as Steve saw your climax hit, his eyes widened, but he was intent on carrying you through it. Needy cunt spasming around nothing, your clit jerked and jolted beneath his tender traces. Your eyes were rolling back in your head, your whole body at the mercy of the waves of pleasure crashing over you.

And you kept coming, and coming, and coming- trapped in the grips of your orgasm for what must have been minutes compared to the fleeting moments you were usually granted. "Good, let it out," Steve was murmuring softly, watching as all your pent-up frustration was slowly pulled from your seizing body.

When you were finally winding down, breathless and slumped against the flimsy mattress beneath you, he was careful to pull his hands away with the utmost care to avoid causing you any further discomfort or unwanted stimulation. As he stood momentarily to find something to wipe his hands with, you let out a shaky whimper. "No, no, I'm here," he quickly returned to your side, retaking his place next to you on the cot. "I'm right here, doll. You're okay. Here, let me clean you up a bit, honey."

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violentdelightsandviolentends · 9 days

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Steve rogers has to go out on a looong mission and as he's fucking your brains out the thought of leaving a part of himself inside you, drives him mad and now he needs to fill you up to the brim, the thought of you all soft and big and round with his baby is all he can think about and umm😩🥵

oh my goodness I might pass out

smut warning!!

“Gonna leave you with a parting gift.”

He rasps it into your ear, sweat slick bodies melded together effortlessly. He’s got you folded in half, his weight pressing you down into the mattress as he licks up your neck, trailing open mouthed kisses across any skin he can reach.

All you can do is whine in response. In this moment, you’d let him do whatever he wanted. Anything.

“If I knock you up now, you should be showing by the time I get back.”

Oh.

Your head lols into the pillow, fingernails drawing blood from Steve’s back as they rake downwards. You want him to stop. You want more. You can’t think.

His hips are relentless, gliding into yours with no signs of stopping. He shoves a hand between your bodies, simultaneously circling your clit with his fingers and using it to anchor you to the bed. Every time your back arches up, he shoves you back down, right where he wants you.

“Gonna come as many times as I physically can,” he grunts into your jaw. “Gives us the best chance.”

He sucks a bruise into your throat as you whimper, hands scrambling for purchase on his broad shoulders.

“Steve.”

“I know, baby. S’good, huh? You’ll make such a perfect mom. Fuck, you’re gonna look so pretty all pregnant and glowing.”

The image throws you over the edge, tightening around him as you both groan.

“That’s it, atta girl. Just keep coming, baby. We’re gonna be here a while.”

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buckybabieboy · 2 years

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So I've read several smut fics about Bucky's first time after 70+ years but never a combination of these:

- touch starved Bucky, him begging the reader to touch him where he needs it the most

- him being iper sensitive, just a simple touch makes him whimper

- cumming a lot, reader can't even manage to suck him or stroke him properly

- still being hard after cumming several times

- he's just a moaning mess who needs attention, his metal hand isn't enough anymore

- his thrusts getting harder and deeper while he loses himself in the feeling, not even able to form a sentence

...could you please write something like this? If the f!reader and Bucky are friends, friends with benefits, in a relationship, how it starts, how it ends... it's up to you.

Wow. Here goes nothin’ BAHAHA.

Starved.

⚠️TW: NSFW, sub!touch-starved!bucky, dom!fem!reader, blowjob(m!receiving,) p in v sex, unprotected sex, creampie, slight overstimulation, cockwarming, Bucky being a touch starved and needy little thing, much more lol just read it

☁️Summary: You make Bucky cum for the first time(s) in over 70+ years. Your touch starved little baby.

📝A/N: Thx for this request babie. I tried my very hardest to include everything in here! P.S: I’ve been a very busy person lately, which meant no time for writing. I’m so very sorry! You guys sending in requests really motivates me though. <3 I even used some of your exact words if you look closely, anon ;)

You and Bucky had a relationship that was indescribable. He was honest and open around you, which was something that nobody else could ever say. Wherever you were, so was he, and you didn’t have a problem with that.

During the time you’ve spent getting to know Bucky, you’ve come to 2 conclusions; James Buchanan Barnes was a broken and damaged man, but that will never mean he’s any less worthy of love. You also noticed a certain desperation in him. The slightest touch would make him go rigid.

You can recall multiple occasions where you’d grab his hand, kiss his head, or simply pull him in for a hug and he’d be all flustered and glossy-eyed. He’d beg you to do those things again. To touch him literally anywhere. It didn’t matter where because to him, any sensation was a good sensation, just as long as it came from you.

Which led you to your second conclusion; Bucky was longing for touch. He was a touch starved, delicate, little thing that just needed to be taken care of. And you had no problem being the one to fulfill his needs.

As of right now, Bucky has made himself comfortable in your arms, eyelids shut and mouth agape as he indulges in your soft, delicate touch. He’s on your lap and facing you, so you notice even the slightest twitches of his beautifully flushed face. Your fingertips slowly scratch at his scalp, and you feel him fall limp in your arms, as if he’d given himself up to you.

“l- I love that, y/n. please don’t stop...” Bucky mumbles.

“when you touch me.. f-feels like m’ floating...” Bucky continues to babble and whimper from your simple movements. He’s literally shaking in your lap, which makes your mind wander into filthy places. You’re still awed about how the simplest touches from you make him go mad.

“yeah? feels good?” You ask quietly in response, and he nods his head yes. You feel subtle, but noticeable movements against the skin of your right thigh. His metal fingers were lightly tapping your thigh, as if he needed something to hold on to, to ground him here on earth so that his now ‘normal’ headspace wouldn’t become a fuzzy and floaty one.

“my sweet boy..” you whisper to him, brushing his hair away from his face and behind his ear. He gives you a weary and desperate look in response, and you give him a soft kiss on the nose as an attempt to calm him down. You began to feel something on your thigh again, but it wasn’t his metal fingers. You look down and see Bucky grinding against your thigh, whimpering and hyperventilating while doing so.

“f-fuck, I c-can’t! need more…” Bucky whimpers, hot tears falling from his baby blue eyes. He was so frustrated that he could never do it for himself, it was humiliating for him. You know he’s tried to cum by himself, but his metal hand just wasn’t enough. Poor little baby just couldn’t get himself there, and he needed you to do it. You wipe his tears with your thumb and begin to shush him. He was stiff in his pants, and the fact that he was wearing his comfy gray sweats didn’t make it any less obvious.

“shh… you’re okay James. What is it that you need, hm?”

Your voice was soft and delicate to his ears, which was something that Bucky appreciated. He was feeling so many things right now, it was all so overstimulating for him, but you’re sweet, sultry voice reminded him that he was okay.

“please do something. anything! it hurts, y/n… make it stop, please…”He whimpered, avoiding your eyes. His cock was leaked and stained his sweats.

His whimpers have gotten even more high pitched as he’s become more desperate for you. You palm him through his sweats which makes him jolt in your lap, practically screaming at the sensation. You haven’t even touched him yet and he’s already so spent.

“get up, baby. gonna take care of you now.” You whisper to him. He gets off of you and sits on the edge of your shared bed as you get down on your knees in front of him. You take off his shirt and undo the drawstring to his sweats, taking them off along with his boxers. You stare at his body in awe. He was so beautiful, so ethereal. All his scars and bruises were so perfect in your eyes. Even that metal arm of his, the one that he would be insecure about from time to time. Your eyes trail down to his aching cock, loads of precum having spilled out from before.

You get up to kiss him on his adorably pink lips before coming back down to leave a trail of kisses down both his trembling thighs.

“y/n, please! Please touch my cock, I need you there!” Bucky yelps at the feeling of your soft, plush lips kissing his legs. He’s so sensitive and whiny, just needing you to touch him where he needs it most. You hum in response and move up to his twitching cock. You plant a kiss on his tip, causing him to let out a gasp and buck his hips up towards you. You notice how stimulated and sensitive his cock is, which wasn’t very surprising. His cock must be aching from being hard and not releasing for so long.

“you’re so hard, sweet boy...let me know if it’s too much, okay?” You say before taking his red tip into your mouth, sucking on it softly. You make sure to make your movements slow at first, not wanting to overwhelm him. The moment your soft, moist lips wrap around him, you hear him stifle a pathetic whimper. When you’re halfway down his shaft, you begin play with his balls with one of your hands.

“keep goin… please don’t stop!” Bucky cries, both his hands gripping the sheets. You finally take his whole cock in your wet mouth, hollowing your cheeks as you go. Bucky had no idea such ecstasy existed; the feeling of your wet tounge on his sensitive cock was almost driving him mad. You could feel his poor cock pulsating in your mouth, which motivated you to continue your movements. You reach down into your shorts and rub yourself through your soaked panties. You didn’t even notice how wet Bucky’s pathetic sobs and whimpers made you.

“f-fuck, y/n that's so good! feels so, so good! gonna make me c-cum!” Bucky continues to babble and cry, the poor little baby couldn’t even manage to speak one complete sentence. He was literally finding it hard to breathe because of the way you were making him feel. This would be the first time in over 70 years since he’s last had an orgasm, so he could feel every little thing. Every flick of your tounge, the vibrations of your moans, the way your fingers fondled with his balls.

Bucky’s chest rises and falls as he pants heavily, shaking and trembling as he cums in your mouth, his cum painting the back of your throat. He didn’t even notice how much he was cumming until he felt the cold air hit his sensitive cock after you let it out of your mouth. Replacing your mouth with your hand, you start to pump him. Loads of cum continue to spurt out of his cock in long white strings, coating your hand and his spasming thighs.

“y/n...can’t stop..” Bucky whimpers wearily as he thrusts his hips rapidly into your fist.

“awh, can’t stop cumming, sweet boy?” you coo at him, continuing to pump his spasming cock, milking him for all he’s got. His cock and your hand were now painted white with his cum. Once you’ve pumped out the last of his creamy warm liquid, you sit next to him on the bed so you could check on him. He immediately falls into your arms, whimpering and babbling like a little baby.

“need more..wan-wanna be inside you...please? please let me be inside you, i need it!” Bucky cried. Your sweet baby boy was sobbing, visibly frustrated because he still wasn’t satisfied, and you didn’t expect him to be after only one orgasm.

“shh, of course you can, baby. you can have anything you want.” you assure him, understanding how overwhelming this all must be for him. You take his hands in yours and kiss them, and an adorably pathetic whine escapes from him.

His precious eyes glistened, tears falling from them. He was so desperate for you; he’d probably take anything you gave him at this point. You take off your clothes before scooting back on the bed, laying down and spreading your legs for him. You smile at how Bucky just stares at you, eyes wide at the sight of your wet, glistening pussy.

“you can touch me, y’know” Bucky's precious turquoise eyes narrow at your words, as if he wasn't certain this was real, as if none of this was, and he was merely dreaming of this euphoria he was experiencing right now. Before you knew it, he’s scrambling to get above you as he thanks you over and over again.

His flesh fingers glide over your silky skin, traveling from your cheek, down to your neck, before hesitating over your boobs. His cheeks have become flushed, and you giggle softly at how adorable he is. You take his hand in yours and place them on your tender breast, and you watch at how his once flustered and shy expression became a hungry and erotic one. You give him a soft kiss on his plush lips before gently grabbing his aching cock and aligning it with your entrance.

“m’ ready whenever you are, baby” you coo. Bucky nods his head in response, and slowly enters you. He gasps at the sensation and remains motionless inside of you for some time as he tries to get used to the intense and overwhelming sensation of your warmth.

“too much f’you?” You ask him, more than willing to call it quits if he wanted to. Your main focus was to keep him comfortable. You only receive a breathy “nuh uh” in response, and before you knew it, Bucky was pounding into you relentlessly. “Bucky!” You moan blissfully, throwing your head back against your pillow, and wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him even closer.

“f-fuck y/n, s-so warm! feels so good!” Bucky slurs as he continues to jackhammer into you, the feeling of your wet pussy tightening around his cock sending him into overdrive. He buries his head into your neck, whimpering and whining for you.

You bring your hands to his hair, tangling your fingers in his soft brown locks, which is something that Bucky couldn’t get enough of. You were practically screaming at the way he thrusted in and out of you rapidly. Each time he’d thrust back into you, he’d hit that spot inside you that sends you right over the edge.

“Bucky, you’re doing so well, making me feel so good!” you praise him. He rutted into you even harder at your praise. The sounds you were both making were those of a pornographic film, one you would definitely watch.

Bucky was a pathetic, babbling mess for you, tears streaming down his face from how good you feel.

“m-my cock... s-so deep inside you...!” Your sweet boy was so pussy drunk; he couldn’t form a complete sentence. His thrusts only got harder and deeper as he loses himself in your feeling. He sobbed, the thought of filling you with every last drop of his cum making his balls tighten.

“fuckfuckfuck, so close! can I please cum in you? can i? want to cum in you, y/n! I need it!” Bucky pleaded as he continued railing into you balls deep like a savage animal.

“Go on, sweet baby. cum in me, fill me up.” You say between heavy pants. Your back arches, your hips meeting his as you chase your own orgasm. Bucky’s mind went blank as he released his load into you, his cock pulsating extremely fast in your pussy, which in turn makes you cum right after him. He never stopped his thrusts into your now sensitive and fucked out pussy.

“James, too much okay? m’ sensitive..’’ you mumble shakily, trying to recover from that intense orgasm you just had.

“please, y/n.. one more, just feels so good..”

You nod your head, giving him permission to cum a second time. You tried to pay no mind to how overstimulated you are as Bucky begins to fuck you into the bed, chasing his orgasm for the third time today. He gripped your hips and angled you so he could get deeper inside you.

You scrunch your face in discomfort at the almost unbearable sensations you were feeling, but the pain quickly subsided into an undeniable pleasure. Your legs begin to tremble around Bucky’s waist, and you bite your lip to stifle a whimper.

Bucky leaned down to bury his face in your neck again, and you felt hot tears fall onto your skin. He wanted to scream out-- his third orgasm was only seconds away, but he couldn’t manage any words. Only broken and pathetic whimpers came from him, as he railed in and out of you, over and over again, neither of you caring how overstimulated you were. An intense shiver runs down your spine and through your body. You almost couldn’t take it anymore, the feeling of his swollen cock hitting your g-spot making you lose all control,

“fuck Bucky, gonna make me cum again!” You wail. You can feel that he’s close too, his cock twitching madly inside your velvety walls. Bucky lets out the most broken and pathetic cry as he bites your shoulder, making you wince slightly.

“y/n..feels so good, feels so fucking good..” Bucky cries softly in between thrusts. “f-fuck! m’ gonna cum inside you again!”

“go ahead, baby. m’ right behind you..” You whisper as you stare at his beautifully fucked out face, nearing your orgasm as well. His thrusts become sloppier and more desperate as he cries out for you.

You watch Bucky’s eyes roll back as his warm cum fills you up. You follow after him, pussy fluttering around his pulsating shaft. Your liquid drips out your pussy and onto the bed. He thrusts in you balls deep a few more times before falling limp on top of you, cock still buried inside you.

You and Bucky were both too exhausted to move as you lay there panting heavily. Your fingers massage his sweaty scalp, and his breathing begins to even out slowly.

“that was so.. you made me feel so-” Bucky tries to speak, but only manages to make a few words come out. You kiss his head softly, and he sighs contently as you continue to play with his hair.

“you did so well, Jamie...” You praise him before looking at the alarm clock on the nightstand beside you.

“come on, Buck. It’s getting late. let’s clean up, okay?”

Bucky shakes his head no at your words as he buries his face deeper into your neck.

“don’t wanna pull out just yet. you feel so warm..” Bucky mumbles, pulling the covers over the both of you. He was already exhausted from cumming all those times today, and the feeling of your fingers playing with his hair ever so softly made him even more sleepy. Just this once you would make the exception of sleeping on sheets this dirty. If it were anyone else you would have refused immediately.

“okay love, we’ll stay here for a while then.” you coo at him, shifting slightly and relaxing in the position you were in. Bucky lets out the cutest little yawn, and a few moments after, begins to softly snore. You stay there, watching your little baby looking the most peaceful you’ve ever seen him.

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sweetsbfreex · 2 years

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drunk and obsessed

Summary: a little something about a drunk steve. in the mafia steve universe

Pairing: drunk!mafia! steve rogers x reader

Warning: none rlly

“Baby, baby,” you giggle, a bit tipsy, as you try your hardest to fit the key into the door's lock. “I can’t open the door with you all over me.”

You laugh once more when Steve begins kissing your neck once again. His trimmed beard tickles your neck.

On the other hand, Steve had a bit too much to drink. And that's all your doing.

You know he feels he can never have too much to drink at these events, especially with you there. The events are filled with some of the most inimical people worldwide. So he always wants to be on his A-game for you. But that’s what body guards are for, you had argued. Pushing for him to have the time of his life with some of his friends.

Now here he was: drunk and his body cradling yours, as the two of you struggle to get in the house.

“I just love you, baby,” his words slur as he kisses your cheek.

“I love you too,” You tell him, so close to getting the fucking key to fit.

“I can’t wait to get you inside,” his voice rich and husky as he seals his promise.

“Baby, I don’t even think you could get it up right now.”

“Woah, woah, woah,” Steve removes himself as your shell, both arms up in defense while he takes a few steps back.

When your senses finally catch up that he’s no longer hovering over you. You quickly turn, just stopping him before he tumbles down the step.

You hold both his hands, then let one go to grab the side of this face, “Honey, your drunk off your ass right now—“

“I am not! You just called my game weak,”

“That’s not what I said, but I need you to stand silently so I can open the door, okay?”

“Okay, pretty” he answers, landing a soft peck on your lips.

You smile as you finally open the door, reaching behind you to clasp Steve’s hand so you can pull him in.

You close the door behind him, toeing your shoes off, giggling when he has trouble with his. But five ‘fucks’ later, he finally gets it done.

“Woooo!!” Steve shoots his hand up in a v, as if his team just won the super bowl.

You’re quick to drop his arms back down to his sides, “Shhh, baby. You’re screaming.”

“I am?! I’m sorry,” his hands cup your cheeks as he pulls you for yet another kiss.

“Honey,” you laugh into his sloppy kiss. “Let’s go to bed, hm? And get some water into you.”

“I don’t wanna do bed,” he whines. “I wanna do you,” he smirks, moving one hand to grip your hip.

“Tomorrow, okay? I’m really tired.” You feign a dramatic yawn.

“You are? Okay, that’s okay, okay?” he kisses your nose this time.

Drunk sex isn’t something that hasn’t been checked off your and Steve’s list. But Steve is sloshed and can barely walk straight, so sex would not be on the menu for tonight.

“Let’s head up.” You wrap his arm over your shoulder, walking up the steps carefully.

He’s sitting at the end of the bed, his coat beside him, as you unbutton his dress shirt. You would’ve let him do it himself, but he was struggling with his lack of hand-eye coordination. Playfully slapping your hand every time your hands got close to his shirt. Giggling and joking that there would be no sexy times. That was until he had made you oath you’d keep your hands innocent.

Ever your affectionate, drunk lover.

“Are you sure you feel alright? Don't need to throw up or anything?” You ask Steve once again.

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” he tells you then takes another swig of water.

It only takes ten minutes until he’s in his sweatpants, with no boxers (under his request). You’re changed and ready for bed, tired out from an eventful day. Steve’s favorite movie playing in the background.

Steve cuddles up close, half his brawny body on yours, his leg splayed over yours, and his head nestled on your chest.

Your fingers run through his hair soothingly.

“Y/n?”

You hum a response.

“Thank you for taking care of me, I love you too,”

“I love you too.” you laugh breathily at his mistake.

A comfortable pause ensues.

“Y/n?” His hand shimmies under your t-shirt, to caress your soft skin.

“Yes, honey,” you can’t help but laugh at the way he calls for your attention. You don’t think you’ve heard your actual name from his mouth so consistently.

“I think I wanna— I know I want to start trying soon. I wanna be a dad, a good dad.”

Your hand stills.

“What?” Your voice is quiet and relayed with shock. Your heart no longer in your chest.

He wants to try. The two of you tied the knot two months ago. However, talk of whether you guys wanted to start a family or not was shut down by Steve every time. You never wanted to push, but you also wanted to know what to expect.

Either way, He was adamant that he wasn’t ready. There was no way he could raise a baby to be half a decent human being with his trauma lingering in the shadows, among other things

He sits up abruptly, “I know, I know. I’m not sober, but I’m not lying either. I’m ready, honey… if you are.” He grabs your hand and kisses your knuckles.

“Okay,” you smile, “If you remember, we’ll continue this conversation tomorrow?”

“Okay.” He kisses your cheek before cuddling into you once again. “I wanna be the perfect dad, y/n. The best.”

“You will be.”

You tell him sweetly, your eyes stinging as you run your fingers through his hair once more.

a/n: srry it's been so long, college keeps me busy 24/7! here's this as i try and finish binky fairy pt. 2

if you enjoyed pls don’t forget to reblog or give feedback if ur up to it <3

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rogersideup · 1 year

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Nice to be Kneaded

Series masterlist

Nomad Steve Rogers x Baker Reader

Almost every news station in the country was covering the chase for the missing superheroes post-raft-escape following the Civil War. Steve Rogers face had been plastered on the cover of every news paper, fliers stapled to street lamps, posted on bulletin boards in what felt like every coffee shop in the country. It had been just a few long months shy of a year, just long enough to grow out his hair and beard to make himself as unrecognizable as he could manage. Though he was still the poster boy of disorder within the states, he found himself in the scanty town of Greenwood in the house right next to yours.

Chapters 1-18

⋆｡°✩ Chapter one: Welcome to Greenwood

⋆｡°✩ Chapter two: Inhale, Exhale

⋆｡°✩ Chapter thee: Nice to be Needed

⋆｡°✩ Chapter four: Captain-What’s-His-Butt

⋆｡°✩ Chapter five: Absdoughlutely

⋆｡°✩ Chapter six: Sunflower

⋆｡°✩ Chapter seven: Beautifully Natured

⋆｡°✩ Chapter eight: The Brewing Storm

⋆｡°✩ Chapter nine: Doomsday

⋆｡°✩ Chapter ten: The Snap

⋆｡°✩Chapter Eleven: Courage

⋆｡°✩Chapter Twelve: Homecoming

⋆｡°✩Chapter Thirteen: Cardboard Castle

⋆｡°✩Chapter Fourteen: Cinnamon Roll

⋆｡°✩Chapter Fifteen: Everything will be Okay

⋆｡°✩Chapter Sixteen: Crawl Home to You

⋆｡°✩Chapter Seventeen: Endgame

⋆｡°✩Chapter Eighteen: Good Luck Charm

⋆｡°✩ More fun stuff extended masterlist ⋆｡°✩

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Laundry Day

How Could This Not Fit?! (Loki x fem reader Y/N)

Loads of Fun (Bucky x fem reader Y/N)

Pairing: Loki x female reader (y/n)

Summary: You and Loki are living together in the Avengers Tower and you've asked him to help you with the laundry. You decide it's the perfect opportunity to prank him but that might not have been a good idea... not if you wanted to sleep tonight that is.

Warnings: ... um nothing really, alluding to sex but not much

A/N: I finished my laundry and was folding (trying desperately to fold) my fitted sheet and I came up with this silly little thing so... enjoy 💚

You take a bottle of water out of the fridge in the common kitchen, laughing to yourself as you shake your head.

"Something funny in the fridge?" Tony asks from the island, looking up from his tablet.

You turn to him and open the bottle. "No, I was just laughing about something that could possibly get me in a lot of trouble with Loki," you barely explain.

"I have no idea what that means," Steve says as he and Bucky join the conversation.

You take a sip of water and set the bottle on the island. "I was tired of being the one who did our laundry all the time so I told Loki he needed to help me with it today," you start to tell them.

"Still not seeing the funny," Tony says sarcastically.

"I'm getting there," you wave away his comment and he chuckles. "So anyway, I told him to help and he did... an okay job of it. I mean, the dryer and him got in a bit of a fight but we finally got it done," you continue.

"Did he break the dryer cause I've gotta do like four loads of laundry tonight?" Bucky asks concerned as he pulls out the stool next to Steve.

"How could you possibly have to do four loads of laundry?" Tony turns towards him. "You own one hoodie and three henleys at most," he adds.

"Can we get back to my problem?" you pull their attention back to yourself. "I might not have much time left," you joke but you aren't actually sure how long until Loki comes looking for you.

"What did you do to him?" Steve asks, sounding concerned for your safety. Loki would never hurt you of course, he loved you too much, but when you annoyed him you always found it hard to walk the next day.

"Well, he put all the laundry away using his magic but I told him that was cheating. He said it wasn't and we went back and forth for a bit until I made him a bet," you smile. Loki could never resist a wager, especially since he always assumed he would win, and he usually did. "I bet him... something," you suddenly realize you don't necessarily want the guys to know the dirty things you promised Loki and they all look away awkwardly for a moment as if they understood that.

"Right, whatever... so the bet was for him to make the bed himself, without his magic," you tell them.

"Look, I still don't like him very much but, give him a little credit. I think he's smart enough to figure it out," Bucky says.

"Yeah, that doesn't really seem like a bet you're going to win, Y/N," Steve agrees.

"Well... I might not have except for one teeny tiny little bitty detail," you assure them.

"Which is?" Tony asks with a mixture of curiosity and agitation that the story is taking so long.

"I switched the sheet set," you say, they all stare at you confused and you sigh. "I gave him a full size set... and we have a queen bed. There's not a chance in hell he's going to be able to get the fitted sheet on and if he does manage it, I'll know he used his magic and still win," you smile broadly, proud of yourself for tricking the trickster God.

"Well that's a dangerous game to play," Steve says and before you can respond you hear Loki coming down the hall.

"Y/N," he says when he enters the kitchen. You swallow as your mouth goes dry, he does not look happy. "You cheated," he says without question.

"No, I was just..." you try to explain but he walks towards you, keeping his eyes locked on yours.

"You... cheated," he says slowly as he backs you into the counter by the sink.

"I mean, only a little," you say with a smile but he doesn't smile back. "And I only did it to make sure you didn't use your magic," you quickly try to explain.

"Um, I think we should go... literally anywhere else," Steve says as Loki grips your waist with both hands and keeps you pressed between himself and the counter.

"Don't worry, we're leaving," Loki says with a smirk, still looking only at you. Without warning he picks you up and throws you over his shoulder. You gasp and the suddenness of it and he uses one arm to hold you in place by the back of your legs as he turns to leave the kitchen. He pauses and picks up your water bottle. "You'll need to keep hydrated, it's going to be a very long night, love," he says as he carries you down the hall towards your room.

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imyourbratzdoll · 2 years

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https://youtube.com/shorts/hew52_RS_FI?feature=share

Something similar to this? With Stevee?😭

this is very short and I apologise for taking so long to get to it. I hope you like it.

summary - reader pretends to be asleep to see what her boyfriend steve would do.

the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips

Steve walks into the bedroom he shares with his girl, Y/n. His mouth opens as he’s about to speak, but he notices that she’s asleep. He tiptoes over to his sleeping girl and kneels on the ground. His hand pulls the blanket to cover her body and then rests on her cheek, stroking it.

His blue eyes focused on her beautiful face, taking in every freckle, eyelash, how her nose scrunches up and soft noises fall from her plump lips. Steve smiles softly, love in his eyes as he moves closer to her face and places the gentlest kiss on her forehead, “I love you, baby girl. I hope you have good dreams.”

When Steve stands and leaves the room, Y/n’s eyes slowly open. Her heart is beating out of her chest, and tears form in her eyes with how soft Steve is. A smile graces her at picking the right guy, and she will marry him someday.

thank you for reading!

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bookishtheaterlover7 · 3 months

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Captain Handsome

a/n: A blurb inspired by this post that my friend sent to me 😁 I don't read a lot of the comics... But I'm so sorry I missed out on this GOLDEN moment 😆

...the post in question...

Enjoy!

Tony made the whole system. This genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist not only built a working suit of armor in a cave, he also the AI and security system the entire team relies on, for anything and everything.

And having made the system, means that he has full control over said systems. Meaning... Codenames and security passwords are his to make as completely impenetrable and ridiculous as he wants.

"TONY!!! I THOUGHT YOU WERE KIDDING..." Steve groaned, frustrated that he couldn't set the security measures of the tower, no matter how many times he tried.

"I'd rather die, or go back into the ice for another 70 years, than say, that..."

"Exactly why it's effective! No bad guy could ever make you say it. So, it's full proof." Tony grinned, spinning around in his chair, utterly amused.

After some careful consideration...

"Fine... This is Captain Handsome ordering you to Rock and Roll on that 45." Steve said through gritted teeth, resting his head against his arms, leaning against the wall in defeat.

FRIDAY's confirmation was a small comfort to Steve's situation. Made even worse by the sound of a certain Avengers Trainee, trying and failing to contain her laughter. It growing louder until they were full blown fits, that made her stomach hurt more than sparring with Nat, and spill the coffee she had prepared for after the Briefing, all over the floor in front of her.

"Worth it!" Tony yelled as the doors closed and Y/N collapsed on the nearby sofa, unable to control her laughter.

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littlemelaninfics · 1 year

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Boston Cream Pie

an: this is fucking appalling. i’m quite proud of it :) . CHRIS WON THE LAST POLL 🎉 and again, the pair are in their late teens 18+

"A WHAT?!"

"A dirty cunt. That's what I call it."

"Fucking WHY?"

"Think about it, Y/n," he dives on the bed and takes my hand. His large palms close mine into a soft fist, "say this is your pussy, right?"

He starts to lick the makeshift pussy and I instinctively pull my hand away.

"Ugh! What are you doing?" I asked inspecting my hand.

"Y/n, this wouldn't be realistic if the pussy wasn't wet. That's fucked up. C'mon." I look him in his eyes before slowly giving my hand back to him. He continues to plunge his tongue before pulling away. He looked at me and smirked before letting spit leak into my hand. My jaw drops and he smiles. He turns my hand to me and I see the white substance leaking out of the hole in my fist.

"See, that's a dirty cunt." He turns my hand back and starts smearing around what has seeped out. He collects it and pushed it into my palm. I just sit there and watch him in awe.

He takes a second and then laps up his mess from my hand and I pull away again,

"Oh, Chris! Ew!" He leaned back and laughed dramatically.

"What do you mean ew? That's one of the most personal things you can do with your partner."

"That and anal."

"Nah. I think anal is a little more mainstream these days. Now, eating your own cum out of a pussy? Not a lot of people do that."

"So, basically you have a breeding kink?”

He shrugged, "I mean I guess playing with the thought of my girl carrying around my kid makes me hard. Plus, seeing a pussy drip with my cum makes me-" he let out a dramatic growl while leaning his head back and rolling is blue eyes.

"So wait, you want to be a dad?"

"Not necessarily right now, but I do like pushing those boundaries."

I chuckle at him and we just looked at each other for a moment before Tara popped in and we all hung out for a few hours.

That night in bed, all I could think about was what happened at Chris’. I looked at my hand and I could still feel his tongue. The way he swirled it around as if he were going in small circles with his cock. My other hand made its way to my throbbing clit and started rubbing. The memory of his pointed tongue going in and out, making sure to hit every wall created by my palm.

I insert two fingers and pump them in and out. I reach as far as I can and feel that spongy organ. I press it against until I'm moaning his name.

"Fuck," I sigh and bury my face in my pillow.

The next day, I got a note in my locker from Chris asking me to come over and I take a while to shoot one back, but agree to go. I've haven't had this feeling about him for long, but after last night he's all I want. I knock on his bedroom door and he answers. I take him in until I realize I'm staring. He saunters over to his bed and lays down. I stop at the threshold, feeling a little weird that I masturbated to my best friend last night.

He sparks up a joint and takes a couple of hits before offering it to me. I walk over to him and grab it and take a seat at the foot of his bed. I take my hits before turning back to him. We do this two more times before the high really sets in. When I turn back to grab it a third, I make sure to brush his fingers with mine. This catches his attention. I put the joint out on the nightstand and go to lay down with him. He looks confused at first, but then gets comfortable. He meets me half way when I grab his face in one hand and lean in to kiss him.

His lips are soft, but sticky from the weed. I push him back and he pulls me on top of him. We stay like this for a short time until he's taking off my shirt. He kisses up my torso before reconnecting our lips. I take off his shirt and he flips us over. His mouth goes to my neck and he starts kissing and biting. I can't help but let out soft moans,

"You don't know how long I've waited for this," he whispered. I moaned again and tried to pry him out of the confined restraints of his pants. He sits up and unbuttons them before pulling them and his boxers off. He unclasps my bra and then removes my pants as well. He starts to move down, but I pull him back up,

"I'm already wet enough. Just please." He kisses me deeply and flips me onto my stomach. I see him reach for something in his nightstand and I stop him,

"No."

"No?"

I turn back and look at him, "I want to be your dirty cunt." He lets out a noise I've never heard before, lining himself up at my entrance. He teases my opening by rubbing himself against it and only pushing hard enough to apply pressure.

"Chris please," I whined.

He pushes his cock deep in me and starts to snap his farmer tanned hips. With no time to adjust, my pussy spasms around him trying to get used to his size. This causes his rhythm to sputter with wild jerks, lurching his bed and its frame into the wall.

“You can’t say shit like that, baby,” his hands bruisingly digging into the skin on my hips. Having a bestial grasp on me physically and mentally.

“Fuck, fuck fuck. Goddamn it,” he chokes out, cheeks already filled with blush and jaw more prominent with how tightly it’s clenched.

“The way your tight pussy is squeezing me. I’ll fill you up until you’re dripping for days. There’s no doubt you’ll be swollen with my seed.”

“Fuck! Please claim me. Make my pussy yours."

He turned me back over to look deep into my eyes. "You look so beautiful like this. Ready and begging to take my cum. Nothing but a cum whore for me. My own personal cum dumpster, hmm? Does that sound good?"

I had no energy to speak. All I could do was clamp around him even harder and pull him closer into me. All I was feeling was blinding white heat when he reached a spot deep within me.

"Fuck, I'm cumming! Please. OH!" I let out a moan and he pressed deep into my hips.

He pounded into me heavily even after I already came, making me squeal at the sensitivity of it all. I dug my nails deep into his tensed shoulder blades making sure he didn’t go anywhere. I let out another loud moan when I felt him shoot long, hot streams deep within me. So deep I'm sure it would still be leaking out of me by the next day.

“Hold it.” Is the first thing he says when he finishes emptying himself. We both come down from it, making me clench weakly around him again. “Like a fucking glove, baby."

He finally pulls out and leans down. He spreads my glistening lips apart, vulgarly displaying my inner most parts as his elixir leaks out of me. His mind goes wild at the thought of how much of him is still left inside of me, muddying my womb. He was fixated on marking every inch of me. Inside and out.

I feel his tongue dip inside of me to collect some of what he left behind. He climbs back up my body before kissing me and depositing it into my mouth. I moan and arch my back off the bed while swallowing what he gave me.

He presses his forehead to mine and sighs,

"You have no idea what you've done."

#chris evans x black!reader #chris evans #chris evans x reader #chris evans blurb #chris evans smut #chris evans fic #captain america smut #andy barber smut #ari levinson smut

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captainamericasmotercycle · 8 months

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dry humping

Kinktober Day 11 —> masterlist

pairing: steve rogers x reader

warnings: smut kind of?, minors DNI, 18+, clothed sex basically

a/n: get ready for a mass post this weekend

“Do you want to come over?” You heard Steves voice softly over the phone. He was so nervous, your relationship had just taken the next step to having sex.

It’s not that he was a virgin, he just hadn’t had someone touch him so intimately in a very long time. And it’s not that he couldn’t get someone to sleep with him, he just didn’t want a one time stranger out there reaching in to his biggest vulnerability.

“Of course I do, I’ll be over soon,” you both said your goodbyes and hung up. God, you were horny, and so was he.

You made your way over to Steve’s place where you let yourself in. When you came in you saw him sitting at his desk, working on something.

You sat down your things on the counter and coming up behind him, you draped your arms around his shoulders from behind and kissed his cheek.

He swiveled around in his office chair and smiled at you, pulling you into his lap.

“Hey,” he smiled at you with admiration.

“Hi,” you kissed him deeply. As you kissed him, you felt his erection growing underneath you.

You could get used to this.

But fuck, was he so embarrassed. He tried to push you off of him, but you weren’t budging, instead you just kissed him again, this time, adding a little movement from your body.

You slowly moved your hips against his. He flinched back at the sudden feeling.

You rocked your body against his, slowly increasing your speed. You held your hands behind his head and he held his large hands on your waist as you bounced in his lap. He let out a hot, breathy moan, making you want to move as fast as possible, you wanted him so bad, right now.

As you chased your high, you felt wetness pooling under you, you knew he had cum. Just moments after, you finished.

You knew he would feel guilty about finishing first, so you kissed his neck and smiled at him.

“I’m sorry-“

“Then make it up to me,” you winked suggestively at him, getting off his lap and leading him into the bedroom.

#steve rogers blurb #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers smut #steve rogers #captain america smut #captain america #marvel x reader #kinktober 2023

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vilentia · 6 months

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Unshielded Affection

Steve Rogers x reader

In the heart of Stark Tower, amidst the hum of technology and the occasional clank of Iron Man suits, there you were, a new assistant to Tony Stark. Your presence was a breath of fresh air, a contrast to the rigid mechanics and cold steel that surrounded you. And there he was, Steve Rogers – Captain America himself – with eyes that lingered on you a moment too long, a heart ensnared by your grace.

Steve watched you from afar, his admiration a silent sentinel. In his mind, he had already built a world where you were his and his alone – his girlfriend, his wife, the mother of his children. But for now, he was just a man, albeit a superhuman one, hopelessly entangled in the web of his yearning.

"Good morning, Steve," you greeted him one day, your voice a melody that danced through the air. Polite, ever so kind, yet oblivious to the storm you stirred in him.

"Morning," he replied, his voice a rumble, like distant thunder. "You look... nice today."

You offered a smile, unaware of the depth of his obsession, how he craved to claim you as his own. In his eyes, you were perfection – someone who deserved the world, and he wanted to be the one to give it to you.

But Steve's longing was a shadow that followed him, a whisper in the dark corners of Stark Tower. He imagined conversations, moments where he could confess his feelings, but fear held him back. What if you didn't feel the same? What if he was just another face in the crowd to you?

One evening, as the city lights flickered like distant stars, Steve found you alone in the common area, lost in a book. He approached, heart pounding, a battle raging within him.

"Can I sit here?" he asked, indicating the seat beside you.

"Of course," you replied, your eyes meeting his, a galaxy of kindness within them.

They talked, about everything and nothing – about art, about the world, about dreams. And in those moments, Steve saw glimpses of a future he yearned for, a life where you were his.

But as the clock ticked, reality crept in. Steve knew he couldn't keep you in his world of fantasies. He had to act, to speak his truth.

"(Y/N), I need to tell you something," Steve began, his voice laced with a vulnerability rarely shown. "I... I've been thinking about you a lot. More than I should, perhaps."

You looked at him, a hint of surprise in your eyes, but you didn't speak.

"I want you in my life, more than just as a friend. I want you to be mine, in every way that matters," he confessed, his blue eyes burning with a fervor that matched the intensity of his words.

The air hung heavy between them, a moment stretched into eternity. And in that silence, Steve's heart raced, waiting for your response, for the verdict that would either make or break him.

In the stillness of the room, your eyes remained fixed on Steve, absorbing the raw honesty that lay bare before you. The confession echoed in your heart, a turbulent sea stirred by his words.

"Steve, I..." you began, your voice a hesitant whisper, caught between the realms of surprise and an unspoken desire. "I never thought someone like you could... could feel that way about me."

His gaze never wavered, a testament to the sincerity of his feelings. "You're not just someone, (Y/N). You're everything I never knew I was missing. I see a future with you, a hope for something more than just battles and missions. With you, I see a life."

Your heart fluttered, a bird trapped within a ribcage, yearning for the freedom his words promised. A part of you had always harbored feelings for the heroic Captain, feelings you dared not acknowledge until this moment.

Steve reached out, his hand hesitantly finding yours. The contact was electric, a connection that seemed to transcend the physical realm, bridging two hearts with a silent understanding.

"I want to be there for you, to protect you, to love you," Steve continued, his voice a fervent plea. "But I need to know... do you feel the same?"

The question hung in the air, a challenge to the walls you had built around your heart. The thought of being with Steve, of being the center of his world, was both exhilarating and terrifying. To be loved by him meant stepping into a life far removed from the ordinary – a life filled with dangers, uncertainties, but also unparalleled passion.

In his eyes, you saw the reflection of your own fears and hopes, a mirror to your soul. "Steve, I... I do have feelings for you," you confessed, your voice barely above a whisper. "But it's all so overwhelming. You're not just a man; you're a symbol, a hero."

Steve's grip on your hand tightened, a silent reassurance. "I'm just a man when I'm with you, (Y/N). A man who wants nothing more than to make you happy, to be the reason you smile. I don't want to rush you into anything. I just want you to know how I feel."

The room faded around you, the world outside ceasing to exist. It was just you and Steve, two souls laid bare in the vulnerability of the moment. The decision loomed ahead, a crossroads that would define the path of your heart.

In Steve's eyes, you saw a future filled with love, challenges, and the promise of a life less ordinary. And in that moment, you realized that perhaps the greatest adventure was not in the battles fought outside, but in the journey of the heart.

"Steve, I want to be with you," you said, the words a leap of faith into the unknown. "Let's take this one step at a time, together."

And with those words, a new chapter began – a story of love between a hero and the one who had captured his heart, a tale of two souls navigating the unpredictable waters of life, together.

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babyjakes · 6 months

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event | kinkmas 2023

prompt | knotting

pairing | alpha!steve rogers x omega!reader

warnings | omegaverse elements: knotting, mating press, breeding (and me not knowing like anything about the omegaverse.) unprotected p in v. clit rubbing. multiple orgasms. overstimulation. crying kink. breeding kink (like fr he wants her pregnant lol.) he comes in her. some brief aftercare. alpha!steve is so hot and powerful it's ruining my life.

word count | 859

an | i've wanted to write something substantial for an omegaverse au for sooo long but i've just been so hesitant to bc i don't feel super well-versed in the genre. shoutout to @starksbabie, ao3, and my google images search for teaching me everything i know about knotting LOL. and @brandycranby for teaching me about the mating press lol. if i got anything wrong, please let me know!!

imagine being alpha!steve's prized omega and mate, being fucked and bred by him during your heat 🤤 (nomad!steve is what comes to mind first, but i've also had a soft spot for endgame look for the longest time, so i'll let you take your pick 😉)

steve's the kind of alpha that doesn't let you lift a single finger (in or out of heat); everything's always done for you because duh!! you're his baby!! this is especially true when it comes to sex during your heat. your only job is to be pleasured and bred. your alpha will do everything for you, no need to worry your pretty little head 💕

thinking about him spreading you out on your back, bringing your bottom up to the edge of the bed so he can stand over you and pound into you as you lay there and take it. he gets you nice and comfy, laying a blanket down beneath you and positioning a pillow under your head to make it easier for you to look up and keep eye contact. of course, he knows you'll spend much of the ordeal with your eyes closed or rolled back in bliss 😏

the number one thing you crave during your heat is the feeling of being filled up, and by now steve's fucked you enough to make you crave being filled by him specifically. he's massive, even for an alpha. long, thick, and unbelievably powerful. because of his overwhelming size and strength, he has to maintain a good balance of fucking you hard enough to satisfy you both, but not too hard to prevent injury

the look on his face as he's ramming into you is a mixture of such pure love and authority. he absolutely talks you through it 😔🙏 you're so overcome with pleasure, he understands it's hard for you to do much talking back

sliding in and out of you at a steady speed, watching as your face is washed over with relief as you finally get what you need. "there you go, honey," smiling as he sees your tummy trembling as it's filled up, "gonna keep fucking this pretty little pussy, just keep being my good girl and taking it. let me give you what you need, doll"

bringing his thumb up to swipe over your quivering clit, always a little eager and impatient with how much he loves to see you come. crooning as you whine and wriggle at the burning feeling he's creating, "i know, baby. i know- so sensitive there, aren't you? look at this pretty little clit. so needy for me"

"nng... n-nnn," he loves the soft, weak little noises you're making. and he loves it even more as they gradually grow louder and more desperate, signaling your building climax

he's working his thumb quicker over your slick button to help keep the pressure rising, "c'mon baby, almost there. you gonna come for me? let's see if we rub a little faster-... oh-" he gasps almost mockingly with a smug smile, praising you heavily as you clench down on his swollen length

and god he could never get tired of seeing you coming. watching as your little face scrunches, your toes curling up in delight, your tummy spasming helplessly as you stammer through a string of angelic, breathy whimpers

"goood, so good for me, baby. keep coming for me, that's it," he draws out his words as you're coming down from your first high. your big, watery eyes and soft little squeaks, paired with having just seen you come, and knowing how sensitive and overstimulated you feel now?? it all makes steve's eyes burn as the heat and primal urges within him rise

it doesn't take long for him to near the edge himself. his large hands come down to manhandle you into position, grabbing under your thighs to force them up, your feet splaying out in the air as he leans himself down over you, his speed and forcefulness bringing tears to your eyes

"gonna come, sweetheart. you want me to fill you up? wanna carry my pups in that pretty little tummy of yours? come on, baby-... shit, that's it-.. f-fuck-"

the feeling of his base rounding out inside you has you crying out weakly, your entire body bracing as you feel the pressure in your core reaching its limit. as the heavy band snaps, your poor, helpless form seizes and spasms beneath your alpha. steve's heavy load shoots into you, the tight mass bulging just inside your entrance locking him inside, forcing you to take what you're given

seconds feel like hours. eventually everything fades to soft tingles as the silence is filled by your and steve's heavy breathing. as soon as he's able, he's shifting so delicately hold you against him, his thick knot still pulsing inside you hard enough to let you feel his heartbeat. "shhh, shhh," he's wiping away the tears that escaped down your cheeks, letting you rest your face in the crook of his neck to breathe in his familiar scent. "i got you, doll. just rest now. close your eyes, i'll take care of you"

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violentdelightsandviolentends · 8 months

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hiiii can you do whiskey w/ steve rogers that involves spanking/light bdsm? reader wants to try something new in the bedroom and steve's a little more hesitant at first but he gets into it

Darkness.

warnings - smut. cursing.

you know I had to use another nomad gif... it's the long hair with the beard... it gets me going man. I kind of went a little rogue with this request, but it just happened. apologies.

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He's dreamed of women like you.

Strong, independent, resilient.

Women that take what they want, when they want it - regardless of the repercussions.

But he never could have anticipated your intuition. Your instincts.

You can read him like a book. Plain and simple. And no one can do that.

Steve prides himself on being stoic. Brave. The face of freedom. But it's like you look at him with x ray vision.

"Don't you ever get tired of it?" you ask one night.

Steve's sat on the edge of the bed, watching you get undressed. It's been a long night, full of fake smiles and ballgowns and polite handshakes. Weariness has settled in his bones.

"Tired of what?"

"The Golden Boy thing."

He scoffs.

"It's not a 'thing'."

You scoff.

"Come on, Steven. Don't forget I can see right through you."

"Oh yeah? Then what do you see, honey?"

You stalk over to him, settling down in his lap. Your favourite place.

"I can see the darkness, you know."

His brow quirks. Curiosity.

"Sometimes, I watch the America's Sweetheart facade slip ever so slightly. And I see what's underneath."

"And what would that be?"

A kiss to his jaw. Below his ear. A nip at his throat.

"You're a caged animal."

His grip on your hips tightens. Bingo.

"There's something in here, Steve," you point to his chest. "Something dark. Something raw. Something feral."

His breath hitches. His lungs constrict.

"I wanna see it," you whisper. "Whatever's underneath. I wanna see it."

He chuckles, low and menacing.

"Oh, honey. I don't think you know what you've just done."

You're on all fours in the blink of an eye. Strong fingers twist into the waistband of your underwear and pull, the sound of ripping lace making you gasp.

A smack to your ass makes you jolt, but not with fear. Anticipation. You want to see how far he'll go before he stops himself. You want to see his restraint snap.

"If you need me to stop," he whispers into your ear, "tell me. Or use the word Brooklyn."

He spanks you again before flipping you over with inhuman strength. He undoes his tie and runs the silk material through his fingers. You can see the cogs turning. He just needs a little push.

You raise your wrists and place them against the headboard, giving him a look that says I dare you.

Steve ties you up, standing back to admire his handiwork. He could get used to this view.

He reminds himself that you asked for this.

And he's never been one to deny you anything.

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assembletheimagines · 2 years

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So Good | virgin!Steve x reader

summary: Steve accidentally creampies you

warning: accidental cream pie, smut, 18+ to interact

feedback and/or comments are always welcome :)

Steve doesn’t realize what he had been missing until he slides in.

His eyes rolling back because he didn’t know it would be so warm and wet and squeeze him so tightly.

And the whine that comes from your mouth when he pushes to the hilt has his hips stuttering. Your walls spasming around his length as you gasp from the mere size of him.

It feels so good, too good, mind fogging good.

His big hands hold onto your waist as his heavy balls press against your ass and then he’s moving back, his veiny shaft dragging along your soaking walls, causing both of your breaths to hitch.

And then you’re sucking him back in, your pretty pussy dripping and creaming on his cock as he buries himself deeper. And he can’t get enough.

His eyes focus on where the two of you are connected as he pulls away, seeing just how much you stretch around his shaft and how your slick glistens around his base.

And then he can’t help himself, head thrown back as he bullies his cock back into your soaking pussy. He knows he should pull out but he can’t seem to, he feels his cock twitch as he unexpectedly cums.

Apologies falls from his lips as he ruts his hips against you, already pussy drunk and pushing his load deeper. He’s promising you that’ll he’ll make up for it. Still grinding his cock inside your wet cunt, each roll of his hips making a mixture of his cum and your slick drip out.

And he’s already getting hard again, the serum to blame for the stamina. But he means it when he said he’ll make up for it. Pupils blown as he meets your eyes.

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buckybabieboy · 2 years

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Needy Little Puppy🤍.

⚠️TW: NSFW, sub!puppy!bucky, dom!fem!reader, handjob, loads of orgasm denial, edging, cock-slapping, slight overstimulation, mommy/mama kink, use of the name “puppy”, subspace and aftercare of course.

☁️Summary: Bucky breaks one of your most important rules, don’t cum without Mommy’s permission, so you edge him until he’s trembling and sobbing for you to let him cum.

📝A/N: Hope you enjoy this quick lil blurb. Thought I might write some more puppy!bucky because it was highly requested. <3 LMAO THERE ARE SO MANY WARNING BAHAHA.

Bucky always got needy and whiny for you when you left him for a while, not knowing what to do with himself when you weren’t there taking care of him. He couldn’t stand being away from you for more than five minutes before cowering away in the corner of your shared bedroom and bawling his eyes out.

When you left him this morning he watched you from the window, yelping and whimpering for his mommy to come back. Today was especially hard for him, because you had a very long day filled with running errands, and your busy schedule only allowed one phone call with him.

During that phone call, you promised you’d give him a special treat if he waited for you like a good boy. But when you got home, you found a very pathetic Bucky desperately rutting his hips into your pillow and screaming your name.

So now here you are, hand gripped around his cock like a vice, edging him for the 3rd time tonight, all because he couldn’t follow the rules.

“Please Mama, please!” Bucky’s whines become more high pitch as he cries out for you. You’re right hand is pumping his cock vigorously, and the corner of your lips curl into a smirk at the way his thighs are shaking.

You’re laying against the headboard of your bed, admiring how pretty Bucky looks as his cock tremble in your hand through the mirror across from you. Both his flesh and and vibranium hand are gripping on to each of your thighs as he lays in between your legs and against your chest.

“Hold it, Bucky.” You whisper in his ear in a soft and smooth tone, and he shudders at the sound of your demanding voice. You can feel him shake his head no at your command, but the way his cock is twitching in your grip says otherwise.

“M-Mama, please… N-need to-” your needy little boy begs in a pitiful tone, but you cut him off with a hushed “Shh”, speeding your movements on his pulsating cock.

“Awh, I know, sweet boy. You wanna cum so bad, don’t you?” You coo at him, watching in amusement as his eyes roll back to the back of head, no pupils in sight, at the sound of your voice. Loads of pre-cum has spilled out of his swollen cock from being edged so much, and you use that to pump him at a faster and harsher pace.

Bucky is hyperventilating at your movements, poor baby sounded like he was having an asthma attack. A pathetic, loud cry escapes from his throat, as your hand twists around his swollen, pulsating shaft.

“Mommy! Wanna be a good boy f’you but you’re makin it so hard!”

Bucky’s cock is pulsating even more now and you can tell that he’s close.

“I said hold it, Bucky.” You remind him. He knows what will happen if he breaks the rules.

“C-can’t.. so, so, close! M cumming, mama!” Bucky whimpers, his voice shaky from all that stimulation.

Suddenly, you yank your hand off of him, causing him to thrash his legs around in a fit.

“Bad Bucky! What did I tell you?” You scold him. You slap his now purple cock, and he hips jolt forwards in response.

“Ah! Mama!” Bucky yelps pathetically, his cock twitching rapidly and visibly aggravated at not releasing for the 4th time today.

“You’ve broken the rules twice today. Such a naughty boy..” you tsk in disappointment.

“Stay still, puppy.” You slap his cock again, way harder this time, and Bucky sobs loudly.

“MAMA!!” Bucky screams for you, and you slap his cock again and again. He’s writhing and squirming in between your legs, so you wrap yours around his to stop him from trying to get away from you.

“STAY. STILL. I TOLD YOU NOT TO FUCKING MOVE.” You shout in response, giving his abused cock another hard slap.

“Mommy, I’ll be good, promise!! Please mommy, hurts so bad..”

You notice the way Bucky’s eyes are still rolled to the back of his head, and how his tounge was lolling out of his mouth as he pants heavily, just like your little puppy. Finally, you decide to have some mercy on him.

“All right, baby. You took your punishment so well, you can cum now.” You coo as you let Bucky’s legs free from yours. You grip his cock and begin to pump him again, speeding up the pace as you go.

Bucky’s fingers twitch involuntarily, needing something to grab onto. You notice this, and grab his flesh hand with your left hand, hoping to ease him to his climax.

“Mommy..” Bucky calls out for you in barely a whisper. His face was red and puffy with his tears, which were streaming down his precious little face.

“Yes, pretty baby?”

“M so close…”

“I know baby, I know…let go for me. Cum for mommy.” You coo as you reassure him that it’s okay, and that he’s no longer being punished.

“Nngh! Fuck, m-mama! Feels so good! I- im gonna cum!” Bucky babbles as his hips desperately rutt into your fist.

His precious blue eyes go wide as he cries out, finally reaching his orgasm. His cock is spasming intensely and rapidly under your hand. You continue to stroke his cock, letting him ride out his orgasm. He lets out a couple more spurts of cum before falling limp in your arms.

You observe his face through the mirror, watching his face closely as he pants and furrows his brows. He looks so fucked out for you, he can’t even make a complete sentence, your poor little puppy has gone completely dumb from his intense orgasm.

“Good boy, Jamie… such a pretty baby when your all fucked out. Such a good puppy f’mommy.” You continue to praise him, which is very important to Bucky when he’s in subspace. Especially after he’s made such a mess for you.

With him still in between your legs, you grab some wipes from the nightstand next to your bed and begin to clean him up. He yelps at the sudden sensation on his sensitive cock.

“Awh, it’s okay sweetheart, just cleaning you up.” You kiss him on his neck and shush him, letting him know that you’re just cleaning him up for bed. You guys get situated on the bed, with you laying down and Bucky nuzzling into your chest, feeling comfort in your warmth. He’s panting heavily with his tounge still lolling out of his mouth, still finding it hard to catch his breath.

“Calm down, pup. S’okay now, I got you..” you stroke his scalp in soft motions, which always puts him to sleep when he was having trouble. When his breathing began to slow down to a nice and steady pace, you kiss his head before turning off the lights.

“Where are you, pretty boy?” You ask him, wondering how far deep in subspace he is. When his mind is feeling fuzzy like right now he is usually a babbling mess in your arms.

“Right here, mama. Jus’ too tired to talk..” Bucky responds in a soft whisper, and you can tell he’s ready for bed. You kiss his head once more before drifting off to sleep with your little puppy in your arms.

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rogersideup · 2 years

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Request on Steve Rogers wants to ask out shy and nice shield doctor, reader out to dinner but his team keeps distracting him

Ask and you shall receive! I tried my best, it might be a little bit different than your request but I hope I didn’t stray too far. <3

Sonder

Word Count: 5,851

Summary: Every tiny tidbit of life, the hundreds of silhouettes moving through dimly lit double pained glass made Steve feel more alive and less alone than ever.

Warnings: My blog is 18+ only! All minors and blogs without an age in bio will be blocked.

Steve Rogers was a lover of all people, yet the loneliest person in the world. Well, that's what the avengers loved to tell him.

Whenever he worked his office door consistently remained open, welcoming visitors to stop by and peers to pop in for a quick chat and a hello before scurrying along to their next tasks for the day. Then, as the sun set and the pile of work never seemed to dwindle down, the team took turns every night trying to convince him that the never ending nuisance could wait until tomorrow.

He would agree, but continue to sit at that desk until the city outside his window was dark, and each office in the compound was empty. Then, with droopy eyes and a sore brain, he'd grab his jacket and phone and slowly stroll through the long halls while finding his way to the exit.

Sure he could've chosen to live there with the rest of the Avengers, but he needed his space and his therapist mentioned something about boundaries.

Leaving work was quite possibly his favorite routine of the day. The heels of his shoes clicking against the polished floors provided an odd sense of familiarity and comfort as he walked the halls. He counted 8 doors, a left turn, then 3 more doors until he got to your office.

Steve didn't even know you, the only reason he even knew your name was because it was etched into the glass door of your lab, he didn't know why you were the only person he ever saw in the compound who was crazy enough to stay as late as he did every day, and he definitely didn't know why you chose to be so kind as to smile and give him a little wave every time he passed by your lab made of big glass panes.

But he did know he loved it. He looked forward to passing by your work station every night when he finished up to be met with a pretty smile and a sweet wave. He always smiled back, and gave you his best salute. At first he waved, but one day he saluted out of pure muscle memory and it made you laugh and shake your head at him, even though he couldn't hear it through the thick glass walls of your lab, he switched to a salute every night just to make your smile stretch a little wider.

Tonight as he passed by, you looked like you were falling asleep while tinkering with some vials full of substances Steve couldn't even begin to understand. You didn't notice him at first, so he walked a little slower than his normal pace.

Even then, you were so focused on staying awake that he was almost completely disregarded by your half-functional brain. He decided to completely stop and wave at you, when you finally noticed him out of the corner of your eye, he watched you perk up.

You picked up the vial in your hands so he could see it, then rolled your eyes at it to communicate to him that you were frustrated by your work. Though you couldn't hear it, he laughed. Then, he pointed at the time on his watch to let you know that it was getting really late, and brought his hands up to his face and closed his eyes to pretend to be asleep to tell you that you should leave and get some rest.

You gave him a thumbs up before waving, he saluted, then continued walking off.

Just as he stepped out of the building, a voice ripped him out of his own smiling head.

"You know, if you're the loneliest person in the world, she comes in close second." Natasha was leaning against the wall next to the front door, obviously waiting there just to grill him.

"Who?" He stopped and turned around to look at her.

"The doctor you wave at every day" Nat confirmed.

"Oh, so now you're stalking me." He lightheartedly raised an eyebrow.

"Ask her out, maybe it'll give both of you a reason to leave work at a reasonable time for once." she pressed.

"I've never even spoken a word to her"

"I have." Nat told him. "I've spoken a lot of words to her. She's great, you should try speaking some words to her too, maybe over dinner and a glass of wine."

"She seems busy" Steve noted.

"You two smile like idiots just waving to each other every night."

"Oh, so you are stalking me."

"For your own good! You need to get yourself out there, Steve. You're Captain America for christ sakes, there are thousands of beautiful dames out and about in line who would give anything for a single slice of all of this" Natasha motioned up and down his body.

"Funny, I actually don't see a line anywhere. And also, I'm fine. Not sure why you seem so worried about me." He nervously rambled.

"You're not fine." She insisted. "I haven't seen you leave your apartment for anything but work in two months."

"Not true, I went to Blick on Saturday! Needed some new paint."

"Did you talk to anyone there that wasn't the cashier?"

"Do cashiers not count as human beings these days?" Steve questioned as he continued walking towards his apartment.

"Will you at least get a cat?" Nat called out after him.

"I'm more of a dog person" Steve turned around to face her while walking backwards away from the building.

"Ask her out!"

"I'm doing fine on my own."

He resumed his nightly routine on his walk home. The privilege of being able to walk safely in the dark was something he remained grateful for, yet the tiny twinge of fear that always resides in his brain made him oddly happy. Reminders that the tiny guy he used to be still lived somewhere behind the serum's facade comforted him immensely.

As he walked through the concrete jungle of flashy lights and never ending traffic, he tended to let his mind wander. Looking up at the tall corporate buildings, passing by the not so tall apartment buildings, cars swooshing by on the streets were all indicators of how vast the world really was.

As important as his life was to him, every single light shining through the windows of the endless buildings, and every single passing taillight represented an individual with their own life that was just as important to them.

A couple on the back of a motorcycle on their way to overlook the skyline on the bridge, an office with a woman who fought tooth an nail to to get the position of her dreams and is now dedicated to her craft, the living-room of a person that just had the best day of their lives, the bedroom of a guy who was processing the worst day of his, a soft glow from a nursery providing comforting warmth to a baby who just came him for the first time three days ago.

All of those tiny tidbits of life, the hundreds of silhouettes through double pained glass made him feel more alive and less alone than ever. It continued to comfort him as he arrived home, unlocked his front door and immediately opened his bedroom window to fill his space with the very city sounds most people of New York grow to loath.

Food, hot shower, some reading or gentle sketches to wind down then he was off to bed so he could be up bright and early for a run, the gym, another shower, and more work.

But the next day was different, he had us bi-annual check up and blood draw. It was pretty much unanimously agreed that all avengers must be in tip-top shape at all times, so frequent checkups were the norm around the compound.

The words Natasha spoke to him replayed in his head over and over again as he waited to be seen for his physical. What if you were his doctor today and he finally had to have a real conversation with you? What if Nat had the same conversation with you as she did with him? Maybe in that case he should just ask you out to thin out the air and ease your mind?

Oh no, surly this was bound to be the most awkward physical of all time, right? Wrong.

You were busy with Natasha's physical who was conveniently scheduled at the same time as his. Steve got a nurse rather than a doctor, which he was totally okay with. They took his vitals, drew some blood, asked him if he had any symptoms or complaints, then that was that for another six months and he went on his merry way.

As he exited the medical bay to go back to his office, you were leaving the examination room with Natasha. He tried his best to keep walking but once again, Nat's voice stopped his plans.

"Hey Rogers!" She called out.

"Romanoff." Steve looked back and smiled. He noted the way you smiled at him too, completely unsure if speaking real words would ruin the illusion of the unspoken relationship the two of you have built.

"Did you tell the nurse about that one thing you told me you've been struggling with? You know? The..." Nat pointed downwards towards her crotch as a joke.

"She made note of it, don't worry." Steve ran with the joke. "We're you able to get some ointment for that rash you've had for months?"

"Got it all taken care of." Nat giggled.

"Glad to hear it." Steve nodded.

His eyes met yours for a brief moment, so the two of you did what you did best. Big smiles, a wave and a solute.

As Steve started walking off again, he could hear Nat's little "you two are ridiculous". He didn't need eyes on the back of his head to know she was rolling hers.

And later that day as he left work far too late, he stopped at your glass lab to say goodnight. The moment he approached, you sprung up in excitement with a vial of blood and a piece of paper in your hands. He was a little confused at first, but you raised the vial to show him before placing it down and running up to the glass with the paper.

Pressing it against the surface at a height he could see, he couldn't help but to giggle at your excitement before focusing on the paper.

They were lab results with his name written on the top. You had circled all the numbers with a blue sharpie, and to be honest he had no idea what any of it meant, but thanks to your cute little note on the bottom, he knew there was nothing to be worried about.

'The most perfect lab results I've ever seen!!!'

He could feel your excitement through the barrier, so he dropped his mouth in face surprise and pointed to himself before mouthing "who, me?"

You nodded and gave a thumbs up, to which he pumped his fist and mouthed "yes!" happily.

That night seemed to have inspired a whole bunch of new creative ways to communicate, because the next night he was met with another hand written note. This time you didn't get up from your chair, only held it up for him to read.

'Is Romanoff pestering you too?'

A belly laugh flew out of you and your head rolled back as his face turned pink and met the palm of his hand in an instant. You had never expected to make the face of bravery to become so sheepish in such a short amount of time.

Even though you already got the answer you needed, he still nodded to let you know the pestering was mutual.

Smile, wave, solute, then Steve was on his merry way.

Every night on his walk home he tried to follow along on people's stories, like the lovely old couple that lived two floors below his apartment. Everyday they seemed to be eating a sweet treat together around the time he got home from work.

He knew their names were Susanne and Bill, both well into their 70's and married for over 50 years. They introduced themselves plenty of times, and the relationship between the three of them seemed to be symbiotic. Steve worried about them on the daily and always made sure their groceries were brought up to their front door and trash was taken down, while they worried about him whenever he was away for a while. Every once in a while they would stop by to bring him a home cooked meal or some sweets made with lots of love just to make sure he knew they appreciated everything he did for them.

Tonight he gathered from just a glimpse through the illuminated window that the two of them were eating cookies together with a steaming mug of warm hot chocolate. Each cookie was decorated with a '54', and it made him smile from ear to ear.

Back to his cozy apartment, back to work, back to your glass office.

Smile, wave, solute, then Steve was right back on his merry way.

Within the week, he had been unsuccessfully persuaded by Natasha to ask you out on a date multiple times. Really, you were beautiful. But he didn't know much about you and even the thought of having to speak to you made his heart race and his palms sweat.

However, she did plant a little seed in the back of his head. It sprouted into a tiny sapling, and rooted deeply into every part of his brain. Whenever he saw you his mood was improved with just a moment of your time. Just an insignificant couple of moments.

What could you make him feel with a few hours of conversation? Would it be as effortlessly joyful as your interactions between glass?

One night when he passed your lab, you were slumped over the desk. Arms straight out lazily typing on they keys of your desktop, head resting on your arms. Could you read sideways? You eyes were barely open, they'd close slowly then snap open on full alert, with a few fast blinks to remind yourself that you were actually awake. Could you even focus on your work half asleep?

Then he caught it. The most adorable yawn. It was intrusive, caught up to you faster than anticipated and made your whole face scrunch up with adorable lines across the sides of your nose and eyes. It was accommodated by your arms lifting up over your head in a big, long stretch. Your back arched off the desk chair and arms extended upwards as long as they could go before you tucked some hair behind your ear and continued typing.

He knew right then and there that if such a simple, yet human act could melt away at his poor old heart, you would be worth a potentially awkward conversation to try and get to know you better.

You felt a pair of eyes looking at you and of course when you chose to investigate, the soldier was waiting for you to notice him with a softly fond look smeared across his face.

"Get some sleep" He mouthed to you, you read his lips loud and clear.

"I'm trying!" You agreed with the command.

Smile, wave, solute, gone.

That night instead of wrapping his brain around everyone around him, he used his walk home to allow the roots to dig deeper and the sapling to grow taller. He vowed to himself that tomorrow he would actually talk to you.

Then tomorrow came, he had worked himself up to actually step into your lab this time and formally introduced himself. Checking his hair in the mirror, standing a little taller, walking with a little pep in his step.

He walked down the hallway and took a deep breath to calm his racing heart and settle his fluttering tummy when he was interrupted by a phone call.

"Hey there, big guy. Got a minute or two to chat?" Natasha's voice filled his ear.

"Is it actually only going to be a minute or two?" He sighed.

"Oh, absolutely not" she laughed into the line.

"... fine. What's up?" He gave in.

There was always tomorrow.

And when tomorrow came, he made it as far as reaching for the smooth stainless steel handle on the big glass door. As his hand made contact, some sort of visual alarm had gone off and your head popped up and you stood on end as you listened to the alarm code.

Code blue, an agent in you care in cardiac arrest.

He watched you run off as fast as you could to save a life. Though a tiny and selfish part of him felt slightly disappointed over interrupted plans, a bigger part of him was proud to be peers with such incredible people.

Oh and the day after that? You looked the most exhausted he had ever seen you. The baby hairs at the front of your hairline no longer had any interest in staying in your ponytail, your lips couldn't control the sad pout and slight quiver, your eyes were drowsy and swollen, bravely fighting to hold back the tears.

He learned another thing about you that night, he could feel your compassion and empathy for your patients through the double glass panes.

When you waved without being able to muster up anything close to a smile, he saluted. Instead of waking home, he walked to the nearest coffee shop to get you a cup of warm comfort to wake you up. He knew better than to assume you'd be able to go home anytime soon. He also knew better than to subject you to an awkward conversation and a possibility uncomfortable outcome.

So, instead of taking the big leap tonight he decided on a nice stepping stone. Tucked inside of the sleeve on the coffee cup was his business card with his phone number, and on the back he wrote a note for you.

If you need some ears to listen ~Steve R

He left that cup on a little table outside the lab door for you to take on your own time since you were obviously busy and stressed. He wasn't expecting anything back, quite honestly he didn't even know if you would notice.

Before he even made it home, his phone chimed with a text from an unknown number.

'Thank you so much, needed that more than you'll ever know <3'

He hated how just a single text from you could make him smile from ear to ear. There wasn't even a few minute buffer he waited before texting back, he didn't even care if he seemed desperate or clingy.

'Anytime. Hope your night gets better :)'

The next day you seemed to be in better spirits as he made his nightly stop, however this time before he could even catch your attention from behind the glass, he felt a hand grabbing the back of his neck.

"Rogers, you're staying for dinner." Tony yanked him by the back of his neck.

"Okay but just wait a sec-" Steve pulled back away from his grasp.

"No ifs ands or buts, if you spend another night alone the whole team has decided to put you in a senior care facility to live out the rest of your life amongst people who are and act your age" Tony quipped.

"That's fine it's just that I'm trying to tal-"

"Eh eh eh, let's go. Get your voluptuous ass in the elevator with me right now, Grandpa." Tony shook his head and pointed at the elevator.

"Can I just-"

"Nope. All your fake plans are cancelled, they can be rescheduled another day."

He sighed in surrender. "Fine"

Before walking away with Stark, he took one last glance at you. Sweet little you who was laughing at the interaction happening in the hallway. And yet after all of that, you still managed to fit in a wave, and him a salute.

Steve had had it, he decided there would be no more hesitation going forward. Maybe tomorrow he would stop by to see you in his way in, or maybe on his lunch break.

But of course the universe laughed in his face when he was woken up at 4:30am on the dot for an emergency mission. He was suited up and headed out faster than he even remembered.

Two and a half weeks. Eighteen full days you waiting for the soldier to arrive home, and eighteen nights you continued glancing up into the hallway hoping you'd see him waiting to say goodnight.

You were a creature of habit and routine, and every passing day your routine was disrupted a sad sigh would escape your lips and a thoughts of hoping for the avenger's safety flooded your mind.

Night nineteen, waiting for him became your new routine. Glancing up every few minutes was a habit you couldn't beat. You never expected your reunion with Steve to be in the form of an intercom call from the agent receiving unit.

'Avengers arrived back in the compound, medical bay prepare rapid response team. Captain Steve Rogers incoming, trauma to the head.'

Your body filled with dread as you sucked in a big breath and sprung on your feet to prepare for him to arrive. The trauma nurses on your team were doing the exact same thing your were, scrubbing, sanitizing, preparing tools, a bed, and resources for any situation possibly headed their way.

You snapped on your gloves just as the gurney with your unspoken friend has been pushed though the door, and transferred onto the hospital bed.

The trauma response team immediately stepped on it while you assessed the situation. They started taking his vitals, charting his heart rate, blood pressure and oxygen levels. You jumped on the chance to manage his pain and comfort levels.

It was odd, he was staring right at you but it seemed as if his vision was going straight through you. You tried to get his eyes to follow your finger, and they did. You asked him his name, he said Steve. But when you asked him where he was, he had no idea. On a scale of one to ten he said his pain was at a nine, so you made the decision to sedate him.

You talked him through everything that was happening, what your team was doing to aid the bleeding gash on his forehead, how he would be receiving an MRI and a CT scan to check for damage and concussion, and how you were giving him a pretty dose of medicine that would make him super sleepy and take a nice long nap.

The chaos around him slipped away slowly but surely, it was confusing and left him feeling unsettled. But whenever he could muster the energy as he slipped under, he would open his eyes to look at your face as you cleaned his.

Your hands were bloody and you were concentrated with a concerned look on your face, but one thing he did remember was all those nights you stayed up caring for people in the same situation he was in. He knew he would be okay.

Hours later he woke up to your same face, but this time it was just you giving him care. You had something pressed between your hand and his forehead, your other hand holding the very corner of his jaw to keep his head steady.

"Oh, good morning" You spoke softly as his eyes opened slowly, your voice just now being fully processed in his mind. "I'm just cleaning out this cut one more time and changing the bandage. How do you feel? Any pain?"

"S'okay" Steve mumbled, still feeling super drowsy.

"If you're in pain you can tell me, no one too impress here. My job is to make you feel as comfortable as I can." You usually had to talk the Avengers off the ledge of their ego.

"No, really, I'm okay" He tried to force his eyes to stay open. "Already feel better."

"Good, you're looking better too. Already starting to heal nicely" You grinned, securing the bandage on his forehead.

"What happened?"

"I'm actually not too sure..." You explained. "But I do know that you're okay. You have a concussion, a black eye and a few stitches in your forehead, but you're already healing so I don't think I'll need to keep you in here for very long."

"This eye?" He raised his hand to point at his left eye.

"That's the one" You confirmed. "Did you know that because it hurts?" Instead of answering the question, he let his eyes close and let out a small puffed giggle. "I swear all you avengers love the pain."

"It doesn't hurt" He denied once again.

"Okay well, I numbed your forehead just in case so if you start to feel a little tingly, that's normal." You finished up and let go of his face. "You have an IV on the inside of your right elbow, you were really dehydrated when you got here so I've been pumping you full of liquids. You might be feeling a little puffy for a while but it'll go down."

"First time we formally meet and I'm concussed, stitched, and dehydrated." He smiled, trying to pry his eyes open once again.

"...well you're not dehydrated anymore. I fixed that" You shrugged.

"Right, now I'm puffy. Which doesn't seem any better" The twinge of embarrassment was apparent in his tone.

"Hey, I'm a doctor. I'm used to bruised and puffy. Plus I see you every day, I'm well aware of what you normally look like by now." You assured him. "Alrighty I'm all done here, Sam and Natasha are waiting out in the hallway for you so maybe they can tell you more about what happened. Are you feeling up to having visitors?"

"Yeah that's okay"

"Okay, I'll send them in. If you need anything, you have a button that calls for me, okay? Don't be shy"

"Thank you" he said politely before you grinned and left the room.

Of course the moment you stepped into the hall, Natasha was practically celebrating the fact that you two had finally had a face to face conversation. If you didn't know her better, you would've believed she was the one who beat him up so badly just to force the two of you to meet.

You checked up on him alongside your other patients a few times a day, he always had a room full of avengers. It warmed you heart to know he was so loved, you had patients who would be in you care for months with not a single visitor, yet even if he was dead asleep there was always someone by his side keeping him company.

For the three days that you had Steve in your care, he was nothing but pleasant. Never did anything to make your job harder, always did what you asked of him, never asked for anything, and was always super polite.

He healed incredibly fast, and he contributed that all to you. You, who was always bending the rules of modern medicine to accommodate the needs of his less than usual body to find what would work best for him.

You who kept him comfortable and pain free, kept him entertained by recommending movies for him to watch then stopping by to have a whole in depth discussion about the plot after he was done, made sure he was always warm by sneaking him a hot blanket from the blanket warmer every few hours, and still said goodnight to him every time before you headed home to get your own sleep.

The two of you had bonded so much that he was almost a little sad when you discharged him from the hospital. He knew he would miss the discussions over Jurassic Park movies, and lord knew he desperately wished he had a blanket warmer at home, but he knew he would fall right back into his anxious routine of being too scared to ever approach you in the office.

So after a long weekend of recovery in his own apartment, he was back to work and back to smiling at you though the glass.

For three whole nights, he would smile and salute then kick himself over and over and over again for being the biggest loser on this vast planet for not being brave enough to finally go through with asking you out.

But the universe was on his side Friday night when you walked by to say goodnight, and you happened to be turning off the lights and grabbing your bag. He watched you gasp in excitement before you held up a finger and told him to wait right there.

So he did, and not even a whole minute later you walked through the glass door with a big happy smile. "Guess who has zero patients and actually gets to leave work at a reasonable time?!"

"Hmmmmm? The nursing assistant?" He joked.

"Great guess" You laughed as the two of you started walking through the building together. "Got any big plans for the weekend?"

"Does cat sitting for Bucky count as a big plan?" Steve questioned.

"Sounds massive to me" You agreed. "How about tonight?"

"Tonight?" His heart rate spiked out of control.

"Yeah, tonight."

"I mean, my big plans were going home and watching Jurassic World..."

"I can't let you do that" You stopped walking mid step. "That franchise should've never existed."

"But didn't you tell me to watc-"

"I think that it's Friday night, and the both of us currently have no obligation to keep anyone alive so maybe we should go get ice cream and figure out some better movies for you to watch."

"I-" He started but nothing really came out. He couldn't believe that you really did the hard part for him, and now all that was left was to enjoy what was to come. "Okay, but no superhero movies." He agreed with a smile that stretched ear to ear.

"How to you feel about Star Wars?" You questioned, guiding him to your favorite ice cream shop.

The two of you got a treat, found a bench with a pretty view, and sat there in the cold for hours. Conversation was effortless, and playful to distract from the heavy weight of the jobs you both carried from 9-5.... well, more like 7-9.

You discovered he lives in the apartment building right across the street from yours, Brooklyn was smaller than it looked. The two of you bonded over creative outlets, music, books, and of course movies.

When it got just a little too cold and Steve caught a glimpse of the noticeable goosebumps across your arms, the two of you walked home together.

Your steps aligned perfectly as you took turns pointing out what you loved most about the walk home.

Steve loved the smell while passing the little corner bakery, you loved spotting your friend Jeff who always hung out near the corner bakery. Steve learned that you look out for him, slipping him money as often as you could, bringing him blankets and meals- and now Steve loved that he had a new friend to look out for too.

You loved the dance studio, glimpses of ballerinas through the window never failed to make you feel like a little girl full of amazement and wonder again.

Steve loved the stray cat 3 blocks down from your shared street. He named her Betsy.

"Okay, this might make me sound weird..." you prefaced.

"Oh you have a weird side?" Steve questioned with a teasing smirk.

"I love to make up stories about what I think is happening in the lives of all the people I see through the windows" You told him. "Like over there, in that window I've only ever seen a woman, but a few months ago I started seeing a guy her age walking around in there too. So, I made up a story. They met on Tinder, but they're embarrassed to tell people that so everyone who asks gets a different story of how they met."

"No way!" Steve laughed finally feeling a little less creepy knowing someone shared his weird habit. "I do the same thing."

"Really?!" She asked happily.

"Yes! Walking home is my favorite time of the day just because it's like a story getting updated in my head" he confirmed.

"Isn't it so much better than any movie?"

"So much better. It's amazing how much you can gather about people's lives by just being present in your surroundings" He grinned. "So many people have so many complex existences, it's important to me that I take that in as much as I can to keep me feeling grounded."

"It makes me feel less alone on this huge earth we live on" She agreed. "Sonder."

"Hmm?" He tilted his head at the last word as they stopped in front of her apartment building.

"Sonder, that's the word to describe what we chase every night" You taught him happily. "It's the profound feeling that strangers lives are just as important and complex as your own, and that they are constantly living despite your personal awareness of it."

"Huh" Steve took in your statement, feeling understood by you in a way he's never felt before. "I didn't even know that emotion had a name"

"Well now you have it, and I'm glad you don't think I'm weird" You nodded contently.

"106 years old and I'm still learning something new everyday" he thought out loud. "This is your stop?" He asked, looking up at the building.

"Yes it is, thanks for biting my last minute attempt to hang out tonight." Your cheeks blushed at the thought of him giving you his time.

"I forgot to ask, do you have any big plans this weekend?" He asked, blushing as the question left his tongue.

"No, none at all." You admitted.

"Would you like to make some?" Steve finally got the nerve to ask you out this time.

"How does sitting in sonder sound on Sunday?"

"Sounds like a big plan to me" He nodded. "10am?"

"10 am" You smiled.

"Great. See you then, goodnight." Steve started walking directly across the street to his apartment building.

"Oh and by the way, third floor and fourth window to the right in your building. A couple in their 30s, I think they just got married and she's 6 months pregnant." You told him your story.

"Oh yeah, Alice, Andy and their little boy on the way" Steve added to the details.

"His name is going to be Jackson"

"Only 3 more months until he's here" Steve made it too the door of the building. "Goodnight, Rogers" You smiled and waved.

"See you Sunday" He saluted.

Steve really did feel like he was fine all on his own, even though the team thought he was lonely. Maybe they thought that of you too. But now more than ever as he opened the bedroom window and took a final glance out into the city below him, every illuminated light reminded him of the new word you taught him, and he’s never felt less alone in his life.

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