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Chapters: 3/8 Fandom: Captain America (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers Characters: Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Chester Phillips, Abraham Erskine, Peggy Carter, Darcy Lewis, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Carol Danvers, Maria Rambeau, Brock Rumlow, Bruce Banner, Jack Rollins, Arnim Zola, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Clint Barton, Alexander Pierce, Tony Stark, Helen Cho (Marvel), Nick Fury, Maria Hill, various NYPD Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern: No Powers, Lawyer Steve Rogers, War Veteran Bucky Barnes, Angst, Slow Burn, Murder Mystery, Quitting, A strange job offer, Haunted mansion, But only metaphorically, BAMF Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Human Disaster Clint Barton, Enemies to Friends, Prescription Meds, Unhappy marriage, Revelations, Anger, Face Slapping, Character Death, Police investigation, Arrest, Kissing, A New Life, Blow Jobs, Body Worship, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Barbados, Pre-Serum Steve Rogers Summary:

“Oh my god, Brock is married to James Barnes?” Sam leans forward in his chair, his eyes sparkling with surprise and excitement.

  James Barnes.

 It’s only the second time Steve has heard this name out loud — Brock mentioned it, almost reluctantly, at the end of his proposition at the reunion, and quickly showed Steve a photo of a laughing young man in a tux standing next to him — but it still evokes a strange reaction in him, almost like some puzzle piece clicking into place or the chiming of a bell, deep and resonant, that echoes through his mind and reassures him that he’s here in this world for some higher purpose.

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Asking For A Friend

Double drabble for @catws-anniversary, day 29 prompt — Matchmaking. Read on Ao3 here.

Also created for: @steverogersbingo | Proposal

Fandom: Captain America (Movies)

Rating: General Audiences

Pairing: Sharon Carter & Steve Rogers

Tags: Missing Scene, Matchmaking, Lesbian Sharon Carter

Summary: To stop Natasha’s quest to find him a date, Steve asks for one himself.

Wordcount: 200

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The Laird and his kids.

Bingo: Steve Rogers Bingo Round 3 Card: Rufferto and number SB3017 Title : The Laird and his Kids. Pairing: Steve and his kids. Square Filled: D3 Prompt: "Kidfic, kids" Warnings: No archive warnings apply. Rating: Teen Tags: Steve as a Highlander, young goats are called kids, morning sun, lovely day in the highlands. Summary: It's a beautiful morning in the Highlands and Steve, the laird of the land took the young kids to the highest pasture to get the best grass. They frolicked about, happy in the morning sun until one of them, a sassy kid named Bucky, noticed that they were not alone. Hopefully Steve will notice too and he won't get a headbutt if he doesn't notice the assassin creeping up.

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Between New York and What Comes Knocking by dontcallmebree

Major Tags: Canon Divergence, Humor (maybe), Light Angst and Fluff @catws-anniversary Day 3 Neighbor, @steverogersbingo Adoptable: On the Run & @stuckybingo​ Adoptable: Helicarrier

Summary: Taking a deep breath, Sharon finally looks at him from the corner of her eye with a hint of uncertainty. In the light of the streetlamps and the rapidly passing headlights, Sharon looks younger than he’d’ve first guessed. How young does Shield recruit? Steve thinks back to Bucky, sent to die at 26. Sharon Carter is a daredevil behind the wheel, a subpar baker, and sufficiently gay. Steve learns this in quick succession.

Happy ten years to stucky. Here’s my little contribution, hope you enjoy! Read now on AO3!

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The Fun Part Of The Mall

Drabble for @catws-anniversary, day 29 prompt — Mall. Read on Ao3 here.

Also created for: @steverogersbingo | free space

Fandom: Captain America (Movies)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Pairing: Steve Rogers/Natasha Romanov

Tags: Canon Divergence, Kissing

Summary: Steve finds out the charms of spending the day at the mall. And it’s not the shopping.

Wordcount: 100

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This is a fill for today’s @flashfictionfridayofficial  prompt [#FFF246 Pinprick] as well as my @steverogersbingo  E5 - Oversensitivity/Enhanced Senses  square.  

Fandom: MCU/Marvel Rating: General Pairing: minor Steve Rogers/Peggy Carter Tags:  Captain America: The First Avenger compliant, post-Project Rebirth,  Enhanced Senses,  internal monologue  Summary: Steve reflects on the effects of Doctor Erskine’s serum.   Word Count: 334

To anyone else, the blood draw would have just felt like a pinprick, a minor annoyance.  But to Steve, it was so much more. Everything was so much more since the procedure.   He had known Erskine wasn't just speaking metaphorically when he said  the serum would amplify everything that was already inside you, but he hadn't fully understood all the implications of what was going to happen to him.   He didn't think any of them had.

It was true that he hadn’t gone into Project Rebirth as a perfectly healthy specimen.  After all, Steve was half-deaf and color blind before, so he’d thought at first that what he was now seeing and hearing was what everyone else was experiencing all along.   But he quickly found that wasn’t the case at all. 

Steve could hear the softest of whispers and see tiny details on maps and charts from across the room.  A pinprick of light was enough for him to see his way across a darkened room, and it was impossible for anyone to sneak up behind him anymore. 

There were some downsides: the food from the mess hall  wasn’t improved in the slightest by his sharpened sense of taste – in fact, it was all too easy to tell when something was starting to go off.  But at least he could smell Peggy’s perfume the moment she walked into the building. And the feel of her hand touching his bare chest? Well, that was a sensation that he was going to remember for a very long time. 

The amplification had gone beyond his basic senses.  Now that Steve was getting used to his new body, the team of SSR doctors were running him through a gauntlet of physical tests.  He was stronger and faster than anyone else they pitted him against; he could jump higher and throw further, too. 

But apparently all that didn’t matter.  Steve Rogers was the only super-soldier that America was going to have, and according to Colonel Phillips, that wasn’t enough. 

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“I’ve finally got you right here. I don’t wanna go full steam ahead and crash this thing before I figure out how to drive it.” “I thought you liked running risks,” Steve says, only very distantly aware that he might look like a disheveled mess right now and doesn’t have a lot of authority. “Not on you,” Tony says firmly, and Steve knows that’s final because Tony doesn’t often use that tone.

Rating: M

Word count: 3.4k

Ship(s): Steve Rogers/Tony Stark

Major tags: No Archive Warnings Apply

Additional tags: Post-Avengers: Endgame (Movie), Pining Steve Rogers, Lovesick Puppy Steve Rogers, Getting Together, Taking it Slow, Moments of Normalcy

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Topic Of Conversation

Drabble for @catws-anniversary, day 29 prompt — Trust Issues. Read on Ao3 here.

Also created for: @multifandom-flash, NY’s Resolutions | Date Night Turned Wild / @steverogersbingo | Sam Wilson

Fandom: Captain America (Movies)

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Pairing: Steve Rogers/Natasha Romanov

Tags: Missing Scene, Intimacy, Friends to Lovers

Summary: Natasha and Steve’s friend-date night ends up with a twist.

Wordcount: 100

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For the very first time - Chapter 1

[or 5 times the Cap Quartet slept with eachother and one time they slept all together]

AN: So here’s a thing for the CA:TWS ten year anniversary and a big thanks to @catws-anniversary for the inspiration. It’s all just smut, but a few chapters do have some feels sprinkled in.

Each chapter is a different pairing of the Cap4 - this is your warning.

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Chapter Summary: Steve feels so much for his best friend and roommate and he wishes Bucky felt the same. But there’s no way he would, is there?

Chapter Relationship: Steve x Bucky

Chapter Word count: 2.7k

CW: Pining, Accidental Nudity, Realisation of feelings, Friends to lovers, First time blow job, Facial, Confident Bucky

Steve and Bucky - 1936 

Despite his protests following his mother’s funeral, it only took two weeks for Bucky to wear Steve down and persuade him of the advantages of moving in together. Steve would’ve liked to have said that, despite his stubbornness, he’d seen the sense in Bucky’s suggestion. However, despite the fact that his health often meant that he couldn’t work properly and he’d probably have issues maintaining rent on his own, he had to admit to himself that it was more that he would do anything for Buck. And again, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t convince himself it was just because Bucky was his best friend. The sight of Bucky made his mouth go dry and took his breath away - a bit of a problem for someone with asthma - and he couldn’t say no, despite not knowing how he’d actually cope living with Bucky. 

Being around him every day. 

Sharing a bedroom. 

Seeing Bucky walk around in just his undershorts.

His feelings about Bucky were a conflict within him. It wasn’t as if Steve didn’t like girls. He did, had touched himself in the privacy of his own room thinking about them. But he’d also thought about Bucky too and now he was going to have more fodder for his imagination but precious little alone time to do anything about it. Then there were the feelings of ‘wrongness’ and shame - he shouldn’t feel like this for his best friend, for another man. But he wanted to feel Bucky’s arms hold him, like Bucky held dames when dancing. He wanted to hear those sweet nothings being poured into his good ear. He wanted to smell the Bucky’s cologne on his skin the day after the night before. He wanted to taste Bucky on his tongue. The thought of it all tortured him.

It continued to torture him over the next few months. Every day when Bucky came home from working the docks, covered in sweat, he’d start stripping off as soon as he walked through the door, discarding his clothes in a trail all the way to the bathroom as he yapped away about this, that and everything. Then he’d come out again, a threadbare towel, precariously anchored, low on his hips as he rubbed his hair dry with a matching one, his damp chest with its sprinkling of dark hair that Steve just itched to stroke, just there for anyone to see. He’d be making small talk with Steve, asking him how his day was and what was for dinner, as though Steve was his wife. The images this conjured in Steve’s mind did not make things any easier.

Then, to top it off, Bucky was a toucher. A hugger. Steve would often find himself pulled into a surprise embrace, or dragged down onto Bucky’s lap. Sometimes, if he were already on their ratty, lumpy couch, Bucky would sit down next to him, then lay his head in Steve’s lap and place Steve’s hand on his head, like a puppy asking for head scratches. Anyone of these could also happen when Bucky was still just in his towel. Steve didn’t know how long his heart - already not the best at doing its job - would hold out. It was inevitable that at some point, Steve would embarrass himself, he just didn’t know when.

“Hey, Stevie, d’ya know where my cologne is?” Bucky’s voice echoed across the small apartment while Steve stirred the soup on their hot plate. It was Friday night and Bucky was planning to go out, hence searching for his cologne. He’d also been trying to persuade Steve to come with, and Bucky would find a ‘nice dame’ for him to practise dancing with. 

Steve was not in the mood. He didn’t want to go out and meet girls. And he absolutely didn’t want Bucky doing it either. But he couldn’t say that, so he just stewed in his thoughts instead. If Bucky noticed, he didn’t say anything, but Steve had decided Bucky was oblivious to most things by now, because there was no way otherwise that Bucky couldn’t see the heart Steve was wearing on his sleeve.

It didn’t help that last time they’d gone out, Bucky having persuaded two girls to meet him and his friend down the Irish Bar, that the girl who had been designated as ‘Steve’s date’, had barely looked at him, let alone talked to him, and Steve had felt like a spare part the entire time, Bucky taking it in turns to dance with the two girls, while sending Steve sympathetic glances. Steve had ended up drinking too much that night and Bucky had had to practically carry him home. Steve still held onto the memory of Bucky’s hands holding him, even if it wasn’t in the way he wanted.

“Steeeeevieeeeeeee!”

With a sigh, Steve turned off the hot plate and turned towards their bedroom, aiming to retrieve Bucky’s cologne right from where it had been left last Sunday. 

“Buck, you’re my best friend, not my child,” he chastised. However, at that moment fate decided it had had enough of Steve’s mooning and needed to put things to right in the most mortifying way possible. 

As Steve crossed the space, Bucky exited the bathroom, as usual only wearing a towel. Distracted by the sight of a rivulet of water running down between Bucky’s pecs, Steve tripped on his Ma’s rug and went sprawling towards the floor. He put his hands out in front of him, desperate to break his fall and not a bone, and his fingers automatically clutched around the fabric in front of him.

It was as he landed on the floor, cracking his right elbow, that he realised that whatever he’d grabbed wasn’t sturdily attached to anything. He shook his head and as his vision cleared he saw that in his hands was a towel. 

A damp towel. 

A towel that had been wrapped around Bucky, but wasn’t any longer.

Steve looked up from his position on the floor, then immediately closed his eyes, but it was too late. The image of Bucky’s bare cock had seared itself onto his retinas within those few seconds and suddenly Steve was worried he was going to have a panic attack and set off his asthma. At least if he died he wouldn’t be mortified for long.

“Hey,” Bucky asked, voice full of concern. “You okay there, pal?”

Steve swallowed, his tongue feeling thick and oversized for his mouth. “Yeah,” he somehow managed to force out. “I’ll get up in a moment. Just let me…” He knew he was blushing - it didn’t take much - and he hoped that Bucky would think it was because he was embarrassed from falling rather than seeing him. However, Lady Lucky was not on his side.

“Steve. Look at me.” There was something in Bucky’s voice. A tone that Steve hadn’t heard before, and it commanded him - he had no choice except to obey. He opened his eyes again and raised his head. His gaze lingered a moment too long on where it shouldn’t, before meeting Bucky’s eyes. Steve gasped at what he saw. Bucky’s eyes were dark, their normal ice blue reduced to a thin ring around widened pupils, and there was a flush on Bucky’s cheekbones. “You seem a bit taken with my cock there, buddy,” Bucky teased darkly and Steve blushed more, completely unable to hide his feelings any longer, consequences be damned. He was kneeling on the floor in front of his naked best friend - the man he loved damn it - eyes wide, mouth open and with what he was sure was a very obvious tent in his pants.

When Bucky’s voice dropped an octave and he asked “Do you wanna touch it, Stevie?” Steve’s whole body shuddered. “You can if you want,“ he coaxed. “Can even get those pretty lips on it as well if the feeling takes ya.”

Steve moaned, his eyes fluttering shut at just the thought. His fingers clenched into fists before opening again, spread wide as if searching for purchase. 

“I’ve seen you looking, doll,” Bucky continued. “Was wondering when you were gonna say or do something. Knew you had to get here in your own time. But fellas liking other fellas is more common than you think. I like you, Stevie. More than you know.”

Steve felt Bucky’s hand land on his head, Bucky’s calloused fingers threading through his straw coloured hair and Steve couldn’t help but lean into it. He wanted to do what Bucky had said, but he couldn’t do it on his own. He needed help.

“Buck….” he whispered, a plea to the man who was as important to him as god. He was going to hell with his eyes wide open.

“I gotchu, sweetheart,” came the answering drawl. “Put your hands on my legs to start with. They’re just my legs. You’ve seen ‘em lots before.”

Steve did what he’d been told, eyes open only a crack, and he felt the thick, coarse hairs of Bucky’s thighs tickle his palms. He couldn’t help but gently rub them up and down, hypnotised by the sensation, and heard Bucky chuckle.

“That’s it, Stevie,” Bucky coaxed. “Touching me’s not scary. What about a little higher?” Again, Steve did as he’d been asked, hands sliding up to grasp Bucky’s hip bones. Bucky’s cock was right there in front of his face, and through his hazy vision Steve could see that it was chubbed up, thick and heavy looking. Bucky was cut, befitting his religion, and there was a small drop of pre-cum on the very tip of it, inviting Steve to sin. 

Slowly, as if swimming in honey, Steve moved his right hand. He extended his index finger and gently ran it down Bucky’s length, swiping the drop from the end and then placing his finger in his mouth to taste it. He groaned as the salty, musky flavour burst over his tongue.

Bucky’s hand tightened in his hair and he let out a groan. “My sweet, dirty, Stevie. Fuck. Touch me again, sweetheart. Please.” Bucky might have been in charge of this encounter, but it seemed he wasn’t above begging. A thrill rippled through Steve at the realisation, buoying his confidence, and he extended his hand again, this time wrapping all of his fingers around Bucky’s rigid flesh. 

They both let out a sigh and Steve gave Bucky’s cock an experimental tug, delighting in how another pearlescent drop appeared from the slit. He couldn’t hold himself back any longer. 

Steve leant forward and flicked his tongue over the tip of Bucky’s cock, collecting the liquid straight from the source and then a moment later he was taking his first, experimental suckle. It felt so right!

“God, Steve! Can’t believe this is finally happening.” Bucky babbled away and his other hand joined his first on Steve’s head, holding him in place as Steve explored with his lips and tongue, his right hand still lightly jerking the lower half of Bucky’s cock. His left hand slid from Bucky’s hip to cup his heavy-hanging balls, and Steve marvelled at how strange it was to be touching genitals that, while familiar looking, were not his own. However, he must have been doing something right, because Bucky’s hips kept jerking slightly, as though he were trying to keep still but was having a hard time doing so.

Feeling emboldened, Steve wondered how much of Bucky’s cock he could actually fit in his mouth. He relaxed his jaw and slid forward even further, until he felt the tip bump against his soft palate and he gagged. He drew back quickly with a spluttering cough, and tears rolled down his cheeks. A feeling of dread washed over him. Had he fucked up? Would Bucky push him away and call him names? However, much to Steve’s relief, Bucky instead moved his right hand and wiped Steve’s tears away with his thumb.

“Easy, doll. You gotta work up to that. Just do what’s comfortable. I can assure you, it’s perfect.”

Steve preened under the praise and returned his lips to worshipping Bucky. He increased the speed and firmness of the strokes of his hand, touching Bucky the way he touched himself, hoping that Bucky liked it. He sucked and licked at Bucky’s cock and fondled his balls with his other hand, feeling the undeniable urge to make Bucky come. He had to do it, had to prove to himself and Bucky that he could.

Bucky’s fingers in his hair hurt a bit, but it was a good hurt, each wave of sensation making its way to his own cock, trapped inside his pants. His knees ached from kneeling on the floor, but he didn’t care - all there was, was Bucky.

The only noises were those of Bucky’s panting and the wet slurps from Steve’s lips, until Bucky stilled Steve’s head, causing him to glance up.

“‘M gonna come, Stevie. Need to let you know that’s what’s gonna happen if you keep going.”

Steve pulled off reluctantly, but knew he had to answer. “Want you to come, Bucky. Wanna taste you.” He’d heard tales of girls who did this to boys and he wondered if any had done it for Bucky? Whatever the truth of it, he was gonna do it too. Show Bucky how much he loved him.

“Fuck, doll,” Bucky groaned. “Gonna kill me with that mouth.”

Steve couldn’t help but grin. “That’s the plan,” he retorted and then went back to what was probably going to become one of his favourite things to do. 

Bucky hadn’t been lying though. His breathing got more ragged and his little hip thrusts became more frequent and intense as he lost the ability to control his reactions. Steve felt Bucky’s balls draw up within his palm and readied himself as best he could, taking as much of Bucky’s cock into his mouth as possible and sucking hard.

Bucky exploded with a drawn out moan, his cum filling Steve’s mouth at an alarming rate. Steve had no choice but to pull back to avoid choking. However, Bucky’s cock continued to spurt, and jets of white splattered over Steve’s face, dripping down his chin and onto his shirt. He swore some was even in his eyebrows, but he still continued to stroke Bucky’s cock until the flood reduced to a trickle and Bucky’s hand relaxed in his hair.

“Oh, God, Steve. Shit. Look at you!” Bucky dropped to his own knees and lifted his towel from the floor, using a corner of it to wipe the worst of his cum from Steve’s smiling, dopey expression. Then, in the next moment, he cupped Steve’s face in his hands and kissed him. Steve squeaked, taken aback by Bucky’s action and somehow finding this act more intimate than what they’d just done. 

Lips still joined, Bucky pulled Steve to his feet, and it wasn’t until Steve found himself scooped up in Bucky’s arms that he managed to find his way back to reality.

“W-what’s going on, Buck? What are you doing? Thought you were going out?” Confusion was writ large over his face. As much as he wanted Bucky to eschew his social life in favour of him, he hadn’t thought for a moment that it would happen.

“Like I’m gonna go out now? Why would I need to? I’ve got my best guy right here, and I’ve gotta treat him right.” He gave Steve a cheeky wink, and Steve realised what all those girls must have felt like.

“What d’ya mean ‘treat me right’,” he queried, intrigued as to what Bucky meant.

“Well,” said Bucky, cocking his head towards Steve’s lap as he placed him on his bed, “looks like you got a bit of an issue there, and thought I might return the favour if that’s alright with you.”

Steve grinned, his heart flipping in his chest in a way that wasn’t related to his ill-health. “More than alright, Buck. I can’t wait. I just apologise if I don’t last long.”

“Don’t worry, Stevie - I’ll just take it as a compliment.”

Chapter 2

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Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: Captain America (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers Characters: Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Clint Barton, Bruce Banner, Nick Fury, Jasper Sitwell, various mob goons, mention of Alexander Pierce, Sam Wilson (Marvel) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern: No Powers, Alternate Universe - Mob, Boxer Steve Rogers, Mob Boss Bucky Barnes, Age Difference, Steve is 24 Bucky is 39, Injury Recovery, exercise, Getting to Know Each Other, Glutton for Punishment, Massage, Stubborn Steve Rogers, memorial service, Betrayal, Gun Violence, Panic Attacks, evasion, Reference to mob execution, Out of the city, Snowed In Series: Part 3 of Number One with a Bullet Summary:

Bucky frowns, and the line between his eyebrows gets more pronounced. He looks like nothing so much as a frustrated parent about to dole out some discipline.

“Are you gonna punish me?” Steve queries, sticking his chin out. “Kick me out of your bedroom, make me sleep on the living room couch?”

He puts his hands on his shoulders, moves his elbows around.

“Are you gonna yell at me?” Steve goes on. “Put me over your knee and spank me?”

**Or, the further adventures of heavyweight boxer Steve and mob boss Bucky!

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Her Alpha

AN: It’s Alpha Steve time!It feels good to be updating all my series 😀 This fits in between Surprise, Surprise and Birthday Gifts

@noseyrosey1597 asked: I’m obsessed with Alpha nomad Steve and his omega. Could you possibly do a one shot where she meets the team? Maybe she doesn’t like Tony

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Summary: It’s not even been 24 hours since you and Steve were reunited, but it’s the start of the next chapter - you’re moving in with him at the Avengers Compound, which also means it’s time to meet the team. You’ve just got to hope you can keep your pregnancy hormones under control.

Relationship: Alpha Steve x Pregnant Omega Reader

Word count: 2.8k

CW: A/B/O, Sexual content (P in V sex, pregnancy sex, knotting), Steve’s dirty talk, smidge Angst, hormonal and aggressive Omega Reader, Pet names (Omega, sweetheart, Mama).

You woke up, an almost long forgotten feeling of contentment suffusing you, and turned within the pair of thick arms that held you. With a sigh you looked up into the face of Steve, your Alpha. You lifted your hand and smoothed a lock of his hair back from his forehead, marvelling at the sheer beauty of him. It was almost criminal, the way his long eyelashes kissed his freckled skin. A happy chirp made its way out of your throat and Steve stirred, pulling you tighter to his body. 

If it weren’t for the ache on your neck, or the echoing one between your legs, you’d still believe this was a dream. Five months had gone without you seeing each other, longer than anytime before, but now the sporadic visits were finally over. The Accords were rescinded, Steve was no longer a criminal on the run and you could truly be together. Today Steve would be taking you to where he lived, the Avengers Compound in upstate New York, and you wouldn’t have to put up with this shitty, damp apartment anymore. You’d have a nice place to live, access to a state of the art medical facility for when your pup (or pups) came, and you’d get to meet all of Steve’s friends. What a difference a day made.

You sighed again and tilted your head to press your lips against Steve’s. His eyes were still closed, but you knew he wasn’t fully asleep because he deepened the kiss almost immediately and a muscular thigh, covered in coarse hair, pushed its way between your legs. You rocked against it as he kissed you, despite the fact that it increased the ache that was there. You welcomed the mild discomfort because it meant he was really here with you.

“Morning, ‘Mega,” Steve mumbled against your lips. He rolled onto his back and pulled you with him so you were straddling his hips, his morning wood slotting against your sex. Your fingers threaded into the slightly too long hair at the nap of his neck and he let out a pleasured growl.

“Morning, Alpha,” you purred as you lightly ground down onto him. You were wet already, a combination of being back in your Alpha’s arms along with being in your second trimester - your libido had picked up and Steve couldn’t have returned at a better time.

“Ready to leave this all behind?” he asked as his large hands landed on your hips and helped you move back and forth over his length, covering it in your arousal.

“Mmm-hmm,” you confirmed. “Although I’m not ready to leave this bed yet. There’s something I wanna do first.” You lifted your body, took Steve in hand and then sunk back down, a feeling of bliss suffusing your whole being. You were glad that it hadn’t been that long since he was last inside you so that you didn’t need to go through any arduous prep.

“Oh, sweetheart. Fuck.” You very rarely took the lead like this - you blamed your hormones - and Steve’s eyes rolled back in his head. “That’s it, Mama. Ride me. Take what you need. Look so god-damn sexy, carrying my pups. If I could I fuck some more into you. Jeez.”

The power trip was making you dizzy with arousal. You wanted him to lose his mind due to his want and desire for you. He was your Alpha - your mate. You were pregnant with his pups, and now you were going to start the rest of your life together this very day.

As you rocked atop him, Steve ran a hand up your body to cup one of your breasts. His thumb flicked over your engorged nipple and you gasped at the sensation as your body clenched around his length. Your whole body was much more sensitive now.

“Steve,” you keened, and sped up your movements. “So close, Alpha. Make me come, please!” You knew he was close as well because you could feel his swelling knot teasing your entrance. 

“Your wish is my command, Omega.” His other hand dropped to your clit and he drew matching circles over it, both hands working in tandem on different parts of your body to pull you over the edge. You moaned loudly as the pleasure hit, rocking back and forth on his cock as your pussy spasmed. A second dart of pleasure hit you as Steve’s knot popped and you felt his cum fill you up. Steve’s noises of ecstacy merged with yours as your movements slowed and then finally stilled. You collapsed on top of him, breathing heavily, your bodies still joined together.

“We don’t need to pack up until this afternoon, do we?” you asked. Steve chuckled, his body jiggling yours as he did.

“You don’t need to do anything, Omega. I can sort it out while you’re having a nap.” He pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

“Oh, good,” you replied and then let out a yawn. “I find myself worn out for some reason.”

“I wonder why,” Steve replied with a snort. “Now relax. Let your Alpha deal with all the mundane stuff.

As the car made its way up the long drive leading to the large, white compound, you felt your stomach flutter in anticipation. You’d never met the other Avengers, having only encountered Steve by chance just before he went on the run. It had been like one of those moments from an old movie, where your eyes had met across a crowded room. You’d approached each other warily, sensing a connection but being sensibly cautious. Then you’d each caught the scent of the other, and that had been it. It was a miracle you hadn’t just started fucking in the middle of the coffeeshop, the way your body had reacted - your inner Omega would have done so, happily. Luckily, Steve was a little bit more controlled and managed to at least wait until you’d had one dinner together before agreeing to come back to your apartment with you. 

That had been just over two years ago, and given how he’d mated you and then had to disappear, only returning for your heat or his rut, your relationship could be termed a whirlwind. Now you were going to meet his friends - his family - and announce that you were going to be having his pups in a matter of months. Your hands twisted in the fabric of your coat, and you pulled your lower lip between your teeth to chew on it.

Picking up on your anxiety, Steve pulled you tighter into his embrace and used his thumb to release your lip from its torture.

“They’re gonna love you, Omega. I promise.” His deep voice soothed you and you rested your head on his chest.

“You’re sure?” you asked quietly.

“How could they not? You’re so sweet and kind. And when they know you’re carrying my pups they’re gonna be thrilled. Happy likes you already, so you have nothing to worry about.”

You flicked your eyes up to the driver’s mirror, catching the glance of the tall, broad and cheerful Beta who’d turned up to whisk you and Steve back to the compound. Apparently he was Tony Stark's Head of Security and you’d been put straight at ease when he’d greeted you with a genuine smile and a ‘Nice to meet you, ma’am.’ You hoped the rest of the introductions would go as smoothly.

The car came to a halt, and you looked out of the tinted window in awe at the enormity of the site. 

“Here we go, Mama - home sweet home.” Steve got out of the car and then held out his hand to assist you. “Let’s head on over to the common room - the others are waiting. Happy will sort out your bags for us.”

Unused to this level of attention, you spun around to face the security specialist. “Oh, you don’t have to. I’m sure we can…”

Happy held up his hand and flashed you a grin. “It’s not a problem at all, ma’am. It’s practically a holiday compared to some of the things Mr Stark asks me to do.”

You giggled back as you wondered what on earth Iron Man had his staff doing? You’d wouldn’t ask though, getting the feeling that you’d regret knowing the answer.

With your arm tucked safely in his, Steve led you into the state of the art compound and along a maze of corridors. Each one looked the same. Your confusion and apprehension must have shown on your face.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart - you’ll learn your way around in no time, and while you’re getting there, you can just ask FRIDAY for help - she’s Tony’s AI and can help with whatever you need.” Steve lifted his head and addressed the ceiling. “Isn’t that right, FRIDAY?”

“It is, Captain. I’m here to assist in any way possible.”

You jumped as the voice came out of hidden speakers, and Steve couldn’t hide his smile.

“Is she always listening?” you whispered, pulling Steve down closer to you. The thought that there would be a computer intelligence that would be able to hear you… your cheeks started to heat at the thought.

Steve shook his head. “She does continually monitor us and the surroundings as standard, but not everything is for her computer eyes, sweetheart. We can tell her when to engage the privacy protocols.” He gripped your chin between his thumb and forefinger and leant closer. “Some things are just for me, Omega.” He let out a little growl and nipped at your lower lip, making you jump for the second time in as many minutes, although for totally different reasons. His eyes were dark and his expression held all sorts of promises, but you knew there was no time for that at this moment. Besides, the wait would just make it better.

Your mate obviously had the same idea, as he started walking again, keeping his stride short so he wasn’t dragging you along.

“So, Bucky, Nat, Wanda and Vision live on site. Sam splits his time between here and DC. Clint also splits his time. Thor has rooms here for when he’s visiting from Asgard - at least with his hammer he doesn’t have to worry about the commute time. Tony and Pepper obviously have their own place, but Tony spends a lot of time here, mainly because Pepper’s banned all his large tech and tinkering stuff from their house. Tony should be here, or at least on his way over. He said he was desperate to meet you.”

“Why does that worry me?” you jested.

“He’ll just flirt with you - that’s what Tony does. And he’ll mainly do it to wind me up.” He screwed up his face and you giggled. The idea that you’d even respond to the flirting of someone who wasn’t your Alpha was laughable.

Steve had done a good job of distracting to you, because you didn’t even think about the fact that you must be near your destination until Steve steered you through an open doorway and into a room that housed a large number of sofas, a massive TV, a kitchenette, a foosball table and seven other people.

“And here we are,” said Steve as he came to a halt, moving you in front of him with his arms clasped around your waist. “Everyone, this is my beautiful Omega. Sweetheart - this is everyone.”

You knew your eyes were bugging out of your head. You were in the presence of literal superheroes - your brain had long gotten over the fact that Steve was Captain America - and didn’t for the life of you know how you were going to adjust. 

One of them pushed away from the wall and walked towards you with a shy smile, long dark hair flopping over his brow. “Hey, Doll. I’m Bucky, it’s nice to meet you. Sorry I kept Stevie away from you for so long.”

You grinned back at him and shook his proffered hand. At this distance you could tell he was an Alpha, just like Steve. His scent wasn’t unpleasant - metal, sandalwood and fresh snow - but it didn’t speak to you like Steve’s did. His blend of spring sunshine, lemon thyme and honey called to your Omega in a way that no other Alpha’s ever had. “It’s good to meet you too. I’m looking forward to finding out all of Steve’s deep dark secrets from you.”

Bucky threw back his head and laughed, and you heard Steve mutter something under his breath that sounded like ‘I thought it was Tony I’d have to worry about’.

The next to step forward was a petite, but lethal looking red-head. You knew from news reports that this was the Black Widow - or Natasha. “Hi, I’m Nat. I’m glad that this idiot finally managed to find someone to put up with him.”

You sniggered behind your hand as Steve let out a cry of mock anger. Hearing all of the banter made your heart soar. It really was like meeting Steve’s family. 

He introduced you around to the others, and you subtly scented them as they got close. Nat had a strange scent - like a cross between an Alpha and a Beta, and you didn’t know what to make of it. Sam and Thor were both Alphas, Clint was a Beta, Wanda an Omega, and Vision was just Null, being an artificial construct.

Your inner Omega was slightly concerned by Wanda for a few moments, until you realised that she and Steve obviously had a big brother-little sister vibe going on and you relaxed.

“Now,” said Steve, “the only person left to meet is…”

There was a crashing and clattering noise from the hallway, and then another man appeared - there was no mistaking who it was.

“...Tony.” Steve finished.

Tony swaggered into the room, walking up to you and Steve.

“Hey Capsicle, sorry I’m late.” He clapped his hand jovially on Steve’s shoulder and grinned.

Before you even knew what you were doing, you’d pulled away from Steve, grasped Tony’s wrist, and pulled it away so he was no longer touching your Alpha. Your upper lip curled and a snarl left your mouth.

“My mate,” you spat at the surprised Omega.

The room fell silent and you felt nine pairs of eyes focussed on you, but your hindbrain was in control, protecting your growing family from this interloper.

“Umm, sweetheart?” Steve placed his hand on your back between your shoulder blades. “Are you alright?”

You growled, eyes still focussed on Tony, who had much more of your Alpha’s scent lingering to him than you were happy with.

“My Alpha,” you bit out, stepping up into Tony’s personal space. “Mine.”

“Okay…” Tony breathed out, slowly removing your hand from him and taking a few steps back, looking you up and down as if he was trying to see what was under your coat. “So, ummm, I think congratulations are in order! I’m guessing that’s what’s set you off.”

From the corner of your eye, you saw Vision cock his head and heard him whisper to Wanda. “I think I’ve missed something, dearest.”

“She’s pregnant and she sees Tony as a threat,” Wanda whispered back.

Tony coughed awkwardly and drew your attention back to him.

“I can assure you that I’m not after Ste - your Alpha. I have an Alpha of my own. See.” He pulled down the collar of his shirt, showing you his mating scar.

Your eyes narrowed as you peered at him. “You smell of my Alpha.” The accusatory tone was obvious, and you could feel Steve shifting awkwardly behind you.

“Well, we do spend a lot of time together. We’re friends. I was helping him yesterday - trying to find you.”

You snarled again and Tony’s eyes went wide, as though he thought you might leap forward and try to rip his throat out with your teeth. Your inner Omega was considering it.

“B-But,” Tony continued, “I smell of my own Alpha - Pepper - more. Here…” he held his wrist out towards you, and cautiously you leant forward and sniffed. Tony smelled of oil, coffee and amber. Steve’s scent lingered on him, but it was almost drowned out by another set of notes - vanilla, jasmine and lemon.

“Hhmmph.” You grunted out a non-committal noise, but backed up towards Steve again, taking hold of his arm and aggressively scenting at his wrist - publicly claiming him -, never letting your gaze leave Tony.

“Sweetheart? Omega? Would you like to go to our apartment now and have a little rest?” Steve spoke tentatively, as though you were a bomb set on a hair trigger.

“Not rest. Knot.” you retorted before grabbing his hand and dragging him out of the room. “FRIDAY - which way to Captain Rogers’ apartment?”

The Avengers watched you go, and then looked at each other as soon as you were out of view.

“Well,” said Tony as he breathed out heavily. “I might have to keep my distance from Cap for the next few months.” 

Nat chuckled. “Might be best, especially if you want to keep your larynx intact.”

Tony brought his hand up to cup his own throat, lips twisting wryly. “Yeah. At least we know one thing - she’s not gonna let Rogers walk all over her.”

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Steve is trying his best

Bingo: Steve Rogers Bingo Round 3 Card: Rufferto and number SB3017 Pairing: Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes Square Filled: D1 Title : Steve is trying his best. Prompt: "Long Distance Relationship" Warnings: No archive warnings apply. Rating: Teen Tags: Summary: Bucky has to go to California for six months and Steve is stuck in New York. They make time to talk as much as possible but it's hard. Steve just wants to prove to Bucky that he's capable of being sexy on the phone just like any other boyfriend. Tony might have dared him. Bucky appreciates it, Steve just needs to learn to pick his timing better.

I will eventually fix up the lighting on his chest but I may forget.:P

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Nurse

Title: Nurse.

Fandom: Marvel, Captain America.

Ship: Steve Rogers X Nurse!Reader.

Word count: 298 words.

Square: B1 “Steve’s very long list of ailments.”

Rating: Teen.

Summary: You helped Steve to be chosen for the serum.

Major Tags: Fluff.

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Steve pretended he hadn't seen the list of all the ailments, so he omitted everything when he filled out the army form; somehow he was going to get in.

You took the form Steve had filled out and checked the notes you had taken. When he had been checked, you shook your head. Although he had seemed shy, under the guidelines, he was not suitable.

However, you remembered that Dr. Erskine had specifically asked you if Steve went to tell him immediately; he hadn't told anyone else but you, but it seemed that the doctor thought Steve was an excellent candidate for an experiment.

Although your experience as a nurse told you that it was not possible, when you saw his determination and that there were already too many attempts, maybe the doctor was right. So, you immediately went out to tell him. Erskine seemed very happy, and she immediately broke into a smile.

Weeks later

You finished filling out the report, and the next day they would apply the serum to Steve. Fortunately, you had to be involved in the whole process. There was something in that man that had captivated you, although a part of you feared that things would turn out badly.

“Steve greeted you; you looked up; you didn't even notice when he entered the infirmary.

“Hi, are you ready for the big day?" you asked.

“Not really," Steve replied sheepishly, then cleared his throat. "If all goes well, would you agree to go for a milkshake with me?"

Steve immediately looked down. He was sure you were going to turn him down, but you were actually surprised, and you smiled.

“Of course I would, but only if you put in the effort to endure the serum," you replied.

Steve had finally found motivation.

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Sam Wilson

Word Count: 530

Tags & Warnings: POV Steve Rogers, Steve Rogers/Sam Wilson, Pre-Slash, Steve dealing with his son's return from the 'dead' ( Ian Rogers ) and Sam telling him he's allowed to be happy

Summary: Post-Captain America: Cold War, canon divergence, where after Ian comes back into their lives, Sam finds Steve at his favorite bar.

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“Did you know about him this whole time?” Steve asked, beer in hand as the strobing lights came and went.

“Not the whole time, no.” Sam paused to take a swing of his own cooled beverage. “We were a bit busy, as you can probably guess, but he wasn’t ready either.”

Steve dropped his eyes to the table, the abandoned menu sat teetering over the edge. He plucked it out of its precarious position and stood it up on the opposite corner. They’d already ordered something.

In the meantime, he wasn’t quite sure how to feel. He was elated, surely, but he’d spent so long in mourning. How could one turn that off?

Ian was well and alive, and he was delighted.

Why did it feel like extra weight was packed onto his shoulders?

“He wasn’t sure how you would take it,” Sam continued. “From the sounds of it, y’all had a good time catching up.”

“We did,” Steve answered with a reassuring nod. “We did. I didn’t think I’d ever get that chance again—to hug him, to ask him how he was doing.”

Sam looked at him, then, a little more closely. The man had years of experience reading him. It was as if all he had to do was push a button and all his secrets were right there for the taking. Steve had never felt good with lying, even lying by omission, but honesty came easy with Sam, as did so many other things.

It was apt, he supposed, that Sam would find him holed up here—the same bar he last took Sharon on a date with. Steve wasn’t sure if the universe was trying to tell him something with that.

“It’s okay to be happy, y’know.” 

Confused, he looked at Sam with furrowed brows. He could hear the waiter pick up their orders now, already on their way over. Steve took the chance to think that statement over.

“Thank you,” they’d both said to the waiter in unison, friendly smiles on their faces all the while.

“Ian’s still finding himself, so he’ll be here and there,” Sam waved a hand between the world and themselves. Steve is inordinately pleased with that news. “I’ll make sure he doesn’t chicken out in giving you his number. Kid’s still nervous.”

“I’m glad he has you, Sam—that you’re partners and you’re friends,” Steve said earnestly. “You’re family, always have been.”

Sam stopped and put down his burger, wiped his mouth with a napkin, and leaned back in his seat. The man looked at Steve with a quirk of his lips, something between and smirk and smile.

“You have permission to be happy, Rogers,” Sam reiterated, and he was glowing as he said it—as if he saw something in Steve before he could even recognize it in himself. “You get that, right?”

Steve let his own smile curve onto his lips, finally letting the music from the jukebox flow into his ears as a sweet melody instead of background noise. He looked at Sam, sitting across from him in this booth in the corner of his favorite bar, and he knew right then that he had another reason to be happy. 

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I FINALLY WROTE A STRAIGHT-UP PWP!!!

couldn't get a certain image out of my mind (steve, as he first appears in this fic) and managed to turn it into something while keeping it short and sweet :) check it out!

Push It by fohatic — Steve/Tony, 3.6k, rated E

Steve's in a foul mood after a mission gone awry, and nothing gets Tony more hot and bothered than Steve in a snit.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Emma Frost/Tony Stark Characters: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Emma Frost Additional Tags: Office Sex, CEO Tony Stark, Secretary Steve Rogers, Cheating, Infidelity, Getting Together, Implied/Referenced Domestic Violence, (emma to tony) Series: Part 10 of steve rogers bingo round 3 Summary:

It’s two years of wanting him the way he hasn’t wanted Emma since their honeymoon to the pearl of the Pacific, eighteen months of Steve slipping into his hotel suite on business trips away from the prying eyes of New York, and twelve months of staying late after the cleaning staff clock out because Steve will ride him behind his desk with the door unlocked.

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