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ashbrat488 · 10 months

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Steve Rogers/Ari Levinson... Birthday Cake

Request for Steve Roger's birthday... Can you imagine if Ari and Nomad Steve were twins? 🤭 TW: Paris, food play, deepthroating... Over 18, yada yada Word Count: 2,912

Steve opened the door, a smile breaking across his face as their neighbor, Rosie stood in front of him with a small blue frosted cake. “Rosie… hi.”

She smirked, nudging her way into the apartment like a girl on a mission, setting the cake on the island counter in the kitchen. “Happy Birthday, Steve… Ari here?”

Steve hesitated, his eyes roaming over her tight ivory sweater with little hearts she paired with a short black skirt. “No. Should be back soon… the cake for him or me?”

“Both of you, silly,” she teases, hopping up on the counter beside the cake to be at eye level with Steve. Her heart raced, beating against her ribcage as she tried to work up the nerve to do what she came here to do. She grabbed his hand, pulling him closer to her as his jaw ticked, his arm muscle bulging slightly in his tight tee. “Can I ask you a question?”

“Anything.” Steve moves to stand in front of her, his arms crossing over his chest as she rests her hands on his forearms. His eyes darted down to where she sucked in her lower lip stained red, biting it before releasing and he forces his eyes up to hers. He clears his throat, using all his self-control not to run his thumb along it. She had moved in last year, and she became the only thing that kept him and Ari from killing each other. But they both wanted her, desired her. So they had to make a pact not to touch her. As she sat in front of him now, her thighs clenched tightly together under her short skirt, his control was quickly waning, along with any common sense.

“How come you’ve never asked me out, Steve? You and Ari… I do everything I can to show I’m into you, but neither of you bite. Do you not think I’m attractive?”

With her last question, she frowns, hanging her head down as Steve groans, leaning toward her, resting his left hand on the counter beside her. He brings his right hand up to her chin, holding it as gently as he can between his forefinger and thumb, lifting it until her pretty eyes were looking up into his. “Quite the contrary, little one. I think you’re quite... delectable.”

“Delectable, huh?” She asks with a grin as he nods, his eyes falling to her lips once more as his tongue drags across his lips. “Then why?” She asks softly, moving her hands to the band of his jeans, pulling him in between her legs.

“I don’t—” Before he can finish his response, she pulls him against her, pressing her lips hard against his. He groans, hesitating for a split second before wrapping his arms around her, holding her body tight against his.

Rosie moans against his mouth as he took his time for his tongue to explore every inch of her mouth. She pants as he trails his kisses down her jaw to her neck, his beard tickling slightly as she giggled, “Steve…”

He pulled away to smile at her, moving his hands to her thighs, and digging his fingers into the soft flesh. “Want me to stop?”

“Yes and no,” she teases as he cocks his head to the side.

“What do you mean?” He looks down as she places her palms on his chest, pushing him back with a smirk. But then, his cock jumps to attention in his jeans as she pulls up the bottom of her skirt, and spreads her legs to display her already wet pussy. “Fuck… you’re not wearing underwear…”

“I’m not,” she confirms, leaning back on her hands on the counter. “Show me how delectable you think I am?”

Steve only nods, his mouth already watering as he falls to his knees in front of the counter. He pulls off his shirt, tossing it onto the ground before he grabs the insides of her thighs, pushing them further apart before lapping his tongue along her folds.

She whimpers softly, following suit to pull off her sweater to toss on top of his shirt on the ground. Her chest heaved, hands clinging to the edges of the counter as Steve laid claim to every inch of her pussy, licking and sucking on her lips. He moved to her clit, pulling the small sensitive nub into his mouth as she let out a gasped moan, her head falling back.

The door opens and Ari stands frozen in his spot for a moment, seeing Steve’s face buried between Rosie’s legs, a pretty pink flush covering her chest. “What the fuck is going on here? We had a deal, Steve. We couldn’t both have her, so neither does…”

Rosie giggles as Ari slams the door behind him, approaching them as he kicked off his shoes. “Why can’t you both have me?”

Steve chuckles, pulling back to look up at his older brother. (By only a few minutes, but made sure Steve remembered) “What was I supposed to do when she just presented herself to me like this?”

“That’s right,” Rosie confirmed, grabbing his hair to pull his mouth back onto her pussy. “Don’t stop. Kiss me, Ari.”

Ari hesitates as she grins up at him, whimpering at Steve between her legs. “Fuck it…” He pulls off his shirt before crushing his mouth against hers, his kiss harder than Steve’s. He makes quick work of her bra, tossing it onto the ground before pulling back to admire her breasts. “Fuck me.”

“That’s sorta the plan,” she pants out as Ari grins, cradling her breasts in each hand. His large hands just about enveloped them as he leaned down to take his time to tease her nipples. “Oh god!” Rosie squeezes Steve’s head between her legs, an orgasm rolling through her as Ari pulls her left nipple into his mouth, rolling it gently between his teeth before pulling off with a pop.

Steve moans against her clit, looking up to find her watching him as he feels the gush on his chin. He doesn’t stop, his tongue lapping up every ounce of arousal he can as she continued to pant and whimper above him, her fingers gripping tightly in his hair.

Ari releases her as she falls back onto the counter. He smiles, looking at the cake, dragging his finger through the blue frosting before sticking it into his mouth, licking it clean. “This for us, kitten?”

“Yes,” she breathes, turning her head toward him with a small smile. “Hap—Happy Birthday.”

“Thank you.” He smirks, dragging his finger through the frosting once more. This time he rubs the frosting on her nipples, grabbing more, this time with some of the chocolate cake under the frosting, to smear along her stomach. He nudges Steve, causing him to pull away from her. “My turn. Try the cake…”

Steve smiles, dragging his hand along his beard as he walks around the counter to stand at Rosie’s side. He smiles as she grins up at him, her pale flesh now stained blue and Ari takes over his spot between her legs. “I love chocolate cake,” he states flirtatiously as he undoes his jeans, letting them fall to the ground and kicking them away. He watches her eyes flutter as he drags his own fingers through the cake, rubbing it on her inner thighs as Ari moans, taking the hint to lick, suck and bite them clean.

Rosie watches Steve inch closer to her, teasing her, taking his time as he drags his forefinger through the frosting and cake on her stomach, making small designs before bringing the finger up to his mouth. “Steve… please. Touch me.”

“I am touching you, baby,” he teases as she whimpers, her hand going to Ari’s hair. “Tut tut…” Steve grabs her hands to place them at her sides. “Grip the counter and keep them there. Understand?”

“Yes…” she breathes, complying as he smirked, leaning down to drag his tongue along her belly button.

“Mmm, the cake is good.” He drags his tongue up her stomach, between her breasts where her nipples were hard, begging to be touched. He darted his tongue out, gently dragging it around her left nipple as she whimpered and wriggled on the counter. He chuckles, sucking it into his mouth as her moans become louder, her eyes squeezing shut. “You like that, don’t you?” He asks, leaning back, watching her turn her head toward him to only nod, unable to properly form words.

She watches his cocky grin before he leans back down to her, taking his time to lick and suck every inch of frosting and cake from her breasts and nipples until his mouth was stained blue.

Ari watches Steve nip at her right nipple, pulling on it with his teeth as he felt her thighs tighten around him the same way she did with Steve and she ground her needy little pussy on his face as she came for the second time.

Steve leaned back as Ari stood up, both of them watching Rosie as she panted, out of breath, her breasts heaving with every breath. Ari dropped his jeans to the ground, moving to stand beside Steve, both of them crossing their arms over their chests.

She swallows hard, turning to look at them as she leans up on her elbows. “You’re not done, are you?”

“Of course not,” Ari offers, turning away to grab a water bottle from the fridge and handing it to her. “We both waited far too long for this moment to be done…”

She giggles, sitting up to take a large gulp of the water before Ari takes it to do the same before Steve finishes it off. “Do you guys share girls a lot?”

Both scoff out a ‘no’ as she laughs, holding her arms out. Steve reaches her first, grabbing her as she wraps her arms and legs around him as Ari grunts, rolling his eyes. Steve carries her to the couch where he sits with her straddling his lap. He wastes no time in sealing his mouth over hers as Ari watches a moment.

He grunts again, shaking his head as he pulls Rosie from Steve’s lap, quickly shoving everything on the coffee table onto the ground before setting Rosie on her back on top. “You can’t hog her…”

“I’m not!” Steve stood up and shoved Ari as he shoved him back, causing him to fall back onto the couch.

“You already had a headstart,” Ari points out as Rosie rolls her eyes.

“Only a few minutes!” Steve rebuts as Rosie sits up, running her hands on each of their bulges, bringing their attention back to her.

“Better,” she says with a smirk, pulling them both hard from their underwear. She grabs each of them by the base, stroking slowly as both of their eyes land on her. Ari brings his hand up to her hair as Steve strokes his fingers gently along her neck and shoulder. She leans forward to drag her tongue along the underside of Ari’s cock, flicking the tip as he hisses. She moves toward Steve, doing the same.

Steve pulls away abruptly, nudging Ari away too. “All fours on the table…”

She hesitates at his commanding tone before turning to kneel on her hands and knees on the coffee table as she hears them both muttering to each other behind her. She looks over her shoulder to see them both conversing in heated, hushed tones, obviously arguing over the schematics of their trio. “Oh my god. It isn’t like we can only do this once. Ari, put your dick in my mouth, Steve, fuck me…”

They both shrug before taking their places. Ari drops his underwear to the ground, standing in front of her as she grins up at him. She sticks out her tongue as he taps the tip of his cock on her tongue, teasing her. She groans as she feels Steve teasing her from behind, rubbing the crown of his cock along her wetness. Just as she is about to beg, they both insert their cocks at the same time, causing her to gasp.

Steve stills, grabbing her hips as her pussy grips him tightly. He looks up to see Ari gently easing his own cock in and out of Rosie’s mouth as she lapped and sucked him in like a good girl. He leans forward, gripping her hair in his hand, lifting her head up as Ari smirked, shoving his cock in further as she choked.

Ari doesn’t stop, pushing his cock all the way to the back of her throat, pausing as she choked, her throat tightening around him. “Fuck… if you need to stop at any time, tap my leg.” He grins down at her as she looks up at him, giving him a small nod before he looks up at his brother, a smirk on his face.

Steve begins to move in her, not able to hold back any longer as Rosie begins to moan and whimper around Ari’s cock. She is rocked back and forth between them, each thrusting alternately.

Rosie groans as Steve’s balls hit her clit with every hard thrust forward, pushing her closer to her orgasm. Just as it approaches, she feels Steve pull out of her, releasing her hair.

Ari looks up at him confused as Steve smirks. “Switch me.” He grabs Rosie, turning her onto her back as her head hangs back over the edge of the coffee table as she gasps. He switches places with Ari and approaches her mouth. “Good girl. Same… want to stop, tap my leg. You understand, baby?”

“Yes,” she purrs as he grins down at her, easing his cock into her mouth. Ari plunges into her hard, forcing her to take Steve’s cock deeper as Steve groaned and Rosie choked. She swallowed around his cock, tightening as Steve hissed.

Steve leaned forward, rolling her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers as she bucked up into his touch. He chuckled, leaning down to seal his mouth over her right nipple. Ari takes the hint to do the same with her left nipple, each of them sucking and pulling on her nipples with their teeth.

Rosie moans on Steve’s cock as he grunts, both of them thrusting at opposite ends, overloading her senses. Ari rubs her clit with his thumb as they continue their assault on her nipples, pulling and tugging, biting.

“Fuck…” Steve groans, leaning back to place his left hand on her throat, feeling his cock easing in and out as he replaces his mouth on her nipple with his right hand. He watches the drool rolling down her cheeks onto the floor.

“Going to come into her mouth?” Ari asks through moans of his own as he watches his cock disappear into her pussy, pulling him in with every forward thrust and he holds her legs in his hands, trailing kisses along her legs.

“Yes,” Steve grunts, his eyes on his cock. “Together?” He asks, not bothering to look up as he hears his brother grunt.

“Oh yes,” Ari responds, Rosie’s sweet whimpers shooting straight to his cock as he rubs her clit with his thumb. “Come for us kitten. Come on my cock like a good girl.”

Rosie whimpers, her entire body buzzing with pleasure, her orgasm reaching its peak as it all becomes too much to hold in.

The room fills with moans, the smell of sex and sweat evident as Rosie moans around Steve’s cock just as he spurts his cum into her throat. She does her best to swallow as her pussy comes on Ari’s cock, squeezing him, milking him dry as he emptied his cum inside her.

She groans as Steve pulls away, drool and some cum rolling down her cheek as Ari pulls away to help her sit up. She wipes her mouth on the back of her hand, a small smile on her face as the three of them pant.

“Is this what you wanted when you came over here?” Steve asks as Ari leaves to enter the bathroom.

“Something like this, yes,” she admits softly as Steve laughs, moving to lift her into his arms. He carries her to the bathroom to set her in the tub still filling with water as Ari drew her a bath. She sits in the middle of the bath as she looks up at them. “Are you going to join me?”

The men look at each other before looking back at her. “I don’t think we’ll all fit, kitten.”

Steve shrugs, moving to sit behind Rosie, pulling her back against his chest. Ari sighs, shaking his head as he plops on the ground beside the tub.

Rosie leans forward to rest her chin on the side of the tub. “Having a good birthday?”

Ari nods, leaning forward to press a kiss to her lips before she leans back against Steve once more. “Oh yes. Steve?”

“The best,” he offers, moving her hair to her right shoulder as he feathers kisses along her left shoulder and up her neck. “Can’t wait for round two…”

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hopefulfangirlblr · 10 months

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Happy Birthday Captain

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thisismrswilson · 2 years

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Also, Happy Birthday Captain America!

#happy birthday captain america #sam wilson #our captain #anthony mackie

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plantswithme · 2 years

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happy birthday sam wilson aka captain america

#happy birthday sam ♥️#sam wilson #captain america #happy birthday captain america #dove posts stuff

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cameoutstruggling93 · 10 months

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I don't have any captain america swag to wear today...GoTG it is!

#please excuse my face #girls #nerdy girls #bambi eyes #hazel eyes #gotg 3 #guardians of the galaxy #girls with glasses #happy birthday captain america

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samsseptember · 2 years

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Happy Birthday Sam Wilson!!!

#samtember2022 #sam wilson #captain america #happy birthday captain america #september 23rd

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holylulusworld · 2 years

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Domestic life

Summary: It’s Steve’s birthday again.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x fem!Reader

Characters: OFC’s Steve junior, little Nat & Jamie jr., Tony Stark, Bucky Barnes

Warnings: little brats, fluff, birthdays, cakes, domestic life, a hint of naughty Steve, implied violence against a cat (not our fav family)

<< Part 1

<< Part 2

Divider by @firefly-graphics

A/N: Happy birthday Steven Grant Rogers. Born 4th of July 1918.

Retirement.

A big word. A big change.

With a wife and three kids on his plate, Steve decided it was time to retire one year ago. He still helps out whenever he can, just not on the battlefield. Steve trains new recruits and gives advice.

He’s a family man now, not a warrior anymore. Not that raising two lively sons with super-soldier strength and agility is not a daily battle.

Luckily, little Nat only inherited her father’s talent for drawing. She spends most of the day portraying your little family, her friends, flowers, or the neighbor’s dog.

“Nat where are you?” looking around the garden you sigh as little Nat is busy drawing yet another portrait of her father. “The guests are going to be here in a few hours. We need to prepare the decoration, honey.”

“Almost done, mommy,” she pokes her tongue out while finishing the portrait. “Done, daddy. Look.” Natasha proudly holds the drawing in her hands as Steve gets up from his chair to have a look at her next masterpiece.

“Perfect, honey bunny,” Steve picks your daughter up, making her squeal as he presses a soft kiss to her temple. “My little girl is so talented.”

“Daddy! ‘m not so little anymore. I’m six!”

“Of course, you are my little girl,” he softly says. “You’ll always be daddy’s little girl, Nat. Right?”

“Right,” she nods in agreement. Nat knows Steve jr. and Jamie cause enough trouble. Her elder brother always tries to push boundaries and breaks even doors on his way. Jamie is managing to break his toys all the time only to start crying afterward. “I’m always a good girl.”

“Just like your mommy,” you whistle as Steve’s eyes drop to your chest. He licks his lips, remembering the weight of your breasts in his hands. “Look at her. So pretty and kind.”

“Mr. Rogers, I still can kick ass if I want to,” you point your index finger at your husband. “Don’t think you’ll get away with everything only because you are cute.”

“Aw, did you hear, little Nat? Mommy thinks I’m cute,” he grins now. “How about we forget about the party, and you show me how much you like me, doll?”

“Not in front of the kids, Sir,” you turn to walk back inside. “You can tame the boys for me while I prepare the cake and decoration with little Nat. Your eldest is untamable today. He tried to throw a car this morning. Steve, we got to do something.”

“He gets stronger every year,” Steve sighs deeply. “I wish he didn’t have my powers. I’m sorry, doll. I know it’s a lot to take care of two mini super-soldiers.”

“I love them as much as I love our daughter, baby,” you take Nat out of Steve’s arms. “It’s just…you understand them better. I’m only…”

“Baby, you are their mom. The most important person to them,” he cuts you off. “Never underestimate how much they love you. Steve jr. listens more to you than me, Y/N.”

“Go and tell your son he can’t throw a car at the neighbor’s house only as he wanted to shoo a cat away with a stone. I mean, he’s an awful person for doing such a shady thing, but we can’t let our kids throw cars at them.”

“That punk did what,” your husband puffs his chest now. He nods silently. “I will have a serious conversation with Steve jr.” Steve turns to walk toward your eldest son’s room. “And that neighbor…”

“What? Steve!”

Half an hour later Steve and your sons size your neighbor up. Your husband is busy explaining how to not treat animals while Steve jr. glances at your neighbor’s car. He already formed a new plan to get back at the man for throwing a stone at the cat.

“Mr. Rogers, I didn’t do such a thing. Your son must’ve mistaken me with someone,” your neighbor lies. Steve can hear the man’s heart beating louder than usual and knows he’s lying straight to his face. “I swear.”

“There is the cat, daddy,” Jamie points at the white furball. The cat looks in your son’s direction, meowing loudly to get his attention. “Kitty cat!” you groan as your son runs toward the cat to pick it up. You know how this will end. They will beg you to keep the cat, just like they did when they found the last stray cat and two dogs at the animal shelter.

“Can we keep the cat daddy?” looking up at his father with big and wet eyes Jamie puts on his sweetest pout. “Please? This way Steve jr. doesn’t need to throw a car at the neighbor. It’s our cat now and I’ll protect kitty cat.”

“We will ask mom first, bud,” Steve takes the cat out of Jamie’s hands to tug the poor cat under his arm. “And you—” He glares at your neighbor. “If I ever see that you throw stones at anyone or anything ever again, you’ll see what happens.”

“Daddy,” Steve jr. walks next to his father, smirking as Steve scared the shit out of your neighbor. “Thank you.”

“Anytime bud. Just don’t try to throw a car at anyone, okay,” your son nods eagerly as Steve pushes the cat into his arms. “Here. We will go to the vet and let them check on the cat. If the furry beast belongs to no one, we will see if mommy agrees to keep it.”

“Oh, a new cat,” Bucky strolls toward the cat your husband and sons saved earlier this day. “What’s its name?”

“We don’t name stray cats,” you sigh, already knowing the cat won’t leave your house, just like the rest of the little zoo you call your own. “You can have her if you want to.”

“I can?” the brunette crouches down to pick the cat up. Steve and your kids brought it to the vet before the party to make sure the poor cat is alright. “Looks like a snowball…hmm…”

“Yeah. No one reported a cat matching its description missing and the little lady doesn’t have a microchip. You are free to keep her, Bucky,” the super-soldier sits on one of the chairs in the garden and places the cat on his lap.

“A cat,” Bucky nods, glancing at the cat on his lap. “You look like an Alpine, kitten. What do you think? Do you want to go home with Bucky?”

Alpine meows loudly. She purrs and rubs her cheek into Bucky’s chest. “Looks like she has a thing for you, punk,” Steve smirks. “Do you want the cat? Come on, save my life.” Your husband whispers. “Y/N kills me if I take another stray in.”

“Well, I got enough space. I’ll take the cat home,” patting Alpine’s head Bucky smiles softly. “What will I need?”

“I’ll help you, pal. Now, let’s cut the cake before Y/N strangles you for distracting me,” Steve flashes his friend a smile before he strolls toward you to wrap his arm around your waistline.

“Ahem,” Tony clears his throat. “Even though, Capsicle retired and gave the shield to Sam,” Tony glances at your sons, nodding at them, “he’s still one of us and we are proud and happy to celebrate another birthday with him and his lovely family. Maybe one day we will have the honor to fight alongside his sons. To Steve.”

“To Steve,” your friends and family say in unison, making you smile as they raise their glasses.

“Let’s cut the cake then, Steve,” you press a soft kiss to his lips. “To more birthdays and our family.”

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#Domestic life #steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #domestic steve #steve rogers x you #steve x reader #steve rogers fanfiction #daddy!Steve Rogers #happy birthday steve rogers #happy birthday captain america

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asofthesea · 2 years

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For Anthony Mackie's birthday, thought I'd share some tags from my Sam Wilson post of people loving on Sam/Anthony

#anthony mackie #sam wilson #happy birthday #happy birthday captain america #our captain #made this a long time ago and never shared it #these tags are all from my pinned post #the peoples capitain america

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marvellousimagines · 2 years

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Wrote this imagine based on my own anxiety surrounding fireworks. While I can and do enjoy them, I get particularly jumpy when I’m stuck at home on the 4th of July, like today.

You felt bad. Not only was it the 4th of July, but it was also your boyfriend’s birthday. Ever since Tony found out that Steve was actually born on the same day as American Independence Day, he insisted on throwing a grand birthday-slash-holiday celebration. This was your first 4th of July with the Avengers, and you didn’t want to dampen anyone’s fun with how badly fireworks tended to spike your anxiety.

So you mingled with the others briefly for dinner, but as soon as the sun started to dip and Tony started to bring out some of the smaller fireworks to set off while waiting for the big show, you slipped away into your room.

You tried to drown out the noises from outside, but it seemed that nothing quite worked - music, video games, videos - you still jumped whenever there was a particularly loud bang or a flash of light that seemed to go off a little too close to the building for comfort.

You were wound up so tightly that when there was a knock on your door, you about jumped out of your skin. “Y/N, you okay? You’re missing out on some of the fun,” Steve’s voice came through the door.

“‘M fine,” you replied, trying to sound casual but missing the mark. “Don’t worry about me, you go enjoy your party.”

“I’m coming in,” Steve said. When there was no protest from you, he opened the door, frowning in concern as he saw you, wrapped up tight in a blanket despite the comfortable temperature. “Are you sure-”

Before he could finish the question, another loud firework went off and you flinched, and suddenly the situation seemed to click for Steve. He quickly walked over, settling on your bed next to you and wrapping a comforting arm around you, blanket and all, pulling you into his side. “You don’t like fireworks, do you?” he asked, tone gentle.

You shook your head. “The loud noise is bad for my anxiety, plus… I’ve experienced some close calls as a kid with fireworks misfiring. I’m afraid of someone getting burnt or something catching fire,” you admitted.

Steve rubbed your arm in a soothing gesture, and you leaned into him. You flinched again as you heard another loud bang, though your reaction wasn’t quite as bad with Steve now comforting you.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Steve asked, his voice gentle, not sounding angry or upset in the least.

“You deserve a fun birthday, and I knew how much everyone else looked forward to the party,” you replied. “I didn’t want my anxiety to put a damper on any of your fun. It’s just one night, I can deal with it.”

Steve, however, seemed to be contemplating something. “Wait here, I’ll be back in a sec,” he said, before getting up and leaving your room before you could say anything.

The next few minutes were surprisingly quiet, and you hoped Steve didn’t just cancel the fireworks show for your sake. However, he did finally return as promised, carrying a pair of large over-ear headphones.

“Tony’s about to start the big fireworks show. Bruce said you could borrow his noise-canceling headphones,” Steve explained, offering them to you.

You smiled, putting the headphones over your ears and connecting them to your phone for music, though not turning the music on just yet.

“I also asked Tony to move the setup for his show further down the driveway, away from the building. So, if you’re comfortable watching fireworks from a distance, with less loud noise, I’d love for you to join us.” Steve gave you a warm smile, holding his hand out to you.

You, however, bypassed his hand, instead jumping up to wrap him in a hug, still holding your blanket over your shoulders as you did so. “You are so sweet, thank you,” you told him. “I’ll gladly come out and enjoy the show, as long as you stay next to me. The blanket’s nice, but nothing helps soothe the anxiety quite like your arms.”

Steve gave a small chuckle. “Deal,” he said, wrapping his arm around your shoulders as he walked you outside the Avengers Facility.

#Steve Rogers #steve rogers imagine #Avengers #avengers imagine #happy birthday captain america #unspecified gender imagines

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babygirl-diaz · 2 years

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Captain America's Night Out

((Thanks to @sarastars for the idea!))

Sam and Steve buckled their 2-year-old twins into their booster seats before getting into the car.

“So where are we going?” Sam asked.

“It’s a surprise,” Steve replied as he started the car.

When Steve took the freeway, Sam understood where he was going. “Are we going to New Orleans?” He asked.

“Yes,” was all Steve said.

The ride was quiet, and Sam leaned against the door, resting his head on the window. He was exhausted. He’d just come back from a grueling mission. But it was his birthday, and Steve had planned something special.

Sam heard cooing noises in the back and turned around to find Riley wide awake in his seat while Paul was fast asleep. “Hey, baby boy, what you doing awake?”

“Papa, play,” the toddler replied and threw his little basketball at Sam. Sam caught it and gently threw it back at the little boy. They played for a little while and Sam noticed Steve throwing glances their way and smiling. Riley soon abandoned the game and fell asleep. Sam smiled at the boys before leaning over to kiss Steve’s cheek. Steve had a full-grown beard now and Sam liked it that way.

It took a while, but they finally arrived in New Orleans and Steve drove them into the Central Business District and turned into Canal street before coming to a stop.

Sam’s eyes widened when he realized where they were. “What are we doing at the Sheraton?” He asked.

“You’ll find out soon enough,” Steve replied, smirking.

Steve was apparently going for valet parking, and the valets opened the doors for them and let them out. They got their babies out of the car as well before going into the hotel. The manager came to greet them and talked to Steve like he had known him for ages. The manager, Jamie, then led them to the elevator and up to the rooftop, much to Sam’s surprise. He thought they were there to have dinner at the hotel restaurant. From what Sam knew about this hotel, the rooftop just had a pool. Jamie made small talk throughout their elevator ride and when they got to the top and the elevator doors opened, Sam’s eyes widened in surprise. They had decorated the whole rooftop with fairy lights and there was a canopy near the pool with a table under it that had two chairs and two booster chairs. There were candles on the table, as well as two wine glasses.

“This way,” Jamie led them to the table. Sam and Steve put Riley and Paul in their booster seats —who were fully awake now and, surprisingly, not crying. Once they got the kids settled, Sam and Steve sat down as well and Jamie asked what wine he could get them.

“Sauvignon Blanc,” Steve replied. Which was their favorite wine (that is when they occasionally drank wine).

Jamie nodded and went away and once he was out of earshot, Sam looked at Steve. “Steve, you really didn’t have to do all this,” he told his husband.

“Sweetheart, of course, I did. After everything you do, not just for us, but also for the rest of the world, this is nothing,” Steve replied and reached out to take Sam’s hand. Sam smiled as he squeezed Steve’s hand.

Jamie soon came back with the wine and a server to help them further. Jamie poured the wine while the server set down the apple juice for the twins. The server, Christian, took their orders and then headed back downstairs to get their food. Jamie wished Sam a happy birthday and told them to just call him over the phone if they needed anything else.

“You could have done this in Delacroix. Why did you bring us all the way to New Orleans?” Sam couldn’t help but ask.

“There’s another surprise for you.”

Sam raised his eyebrow, “Really?”

Steve blushed a little and nodded his head. “Yep. Besides, we haven’t been anywhere as a family lately.”

The little ones happily drank their apple juice and talked to each other in their own gibberish language that they had established when they were a year old.

The food soon arrived, and both Sam and Steve got a fish dish. There were chicken nuggets and apple slices for the toddlers, and they happily fed themselves. Sam cut up a tiny portion of his fish and gave it to Paul with some veggies, while Steve did the same with his food for Riley.

They ate and drank and talked, but kept Sam’s current mission out of the conversation. Steve always knew when Sam didn’t want to talk about a mission, so he went out of his way to avoid talking about it. Instead, they talked about Steve’s upcoming art exhibition in Delacroix. Sam was more nervous than Steve because Steve heavily featured him in his art.

They finished eating and soon Christian arrived with a chocolate cake that was lit up with two candles that read 44. He placed the smaller plates in front of them and took the dinner plates away and wished Sam a happy birthday and got his autograph in his notebook.

Steve sang Sam the happy birthday song, and the kids tried to sing along but failed miserably. After it all finished, Sam blew out the candles. But as soon as he did, Sam heard a loud crackling sound in the distance. Sam looked up and saw red, white, and blue fireworks exploding in the sky.

“It’s not Fourth of July, why are they- wait a second.” Realization dawned on Sam. “Was this the other surprise?”

Steve grinned and nodded his head, “Happy birthday, sweetheart.”

Sam looked at his husband in awe before pulling him in for a hug. When he pulled away, he asked, “But how?”

“I talked to the mayor, and he agreed that our Captain America deserved fireworks.”

“I can’t believe you actually did that,” Sam said in awe.

“Anything for you, my love.” Steve leaned in and kissed him. Sam eagerly kissed him back as the fireworks kept exploding in the background.

Sam heard clapping, and he pulled away from the kiss to find their toddlers laughing and clapping their hands.

Sam chuckled as he cut into the cake and fed some to Steve and then to the twins. They each then picked up the twins and carried them over to the edge of the roof and stood there watching the fireworks. Sam leaned against Steve and rested his head on the other man’s shoulder. “Thank you for tonight.”

“Anytime, sweetheart.” Steve wrapped his arm around Sam’s shoulders and held him close.

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