#steve rogers is an idiot

[no-not-without-you-blog]

Honey

Content Warnings: Sparring, Sexual Tension, Hair Pulling, Steve's an idiot.

Length: 5.5K

Please let me know if you like this! It's my first longer one-shot on here and I am nervous! Thanks!

Not Beta'd, just proofread by my husband, so fair warning!

Divider by @firefly-graphics

Sparing was always a favorite of yours. You loved how it was both a body and mind workout. You had to keep your mind sharp to plan out your next steps while still being present and focused on your attackers movements as well. Lifting weights and cardio were great but you would choose sparring over other workouts every time. Well, almost any other time. Today’s sparring list showed you paired with Steve. You had been on the team for almost a year now and he always pushed you hard. You knew it wasn’t personal, he wanted the team to be as strong as possible. Honestly, you didn’t think anything was personal when it came to your interactions with him. You seemed to fit in well with everyone at the compound and even had some great friends among them but your fearless leader seemed to be strictly business when it came to you. He seemed to be friendly with most of the others, some even more like family, but not you, sadly. Did you have a crush on the Captain? Maybe. But that was all it was ever going to be, a crush. He had no interest in getting to know you outside of work, it seemed. Was it something you had done or did he just not like you? No matter what the reason, you knew you were in for it today. He pushes hard and never lets up. You’re sure to be sore tomorrow.

You start running on a treadmill to warm your muscles up and after a good 30 minute jog you step off and start stretching to loosen up. About this time you hear the doors to the gym open and you look up to see Steve and Natasha walking in, laughing about something. You loved seeing him laugh because you didn’t see that side of him often and his whole face lights up when he laughs. “Morning guys!”, you say while sending them both a smile and a slight wave. Natasha, still laughing, smiles back. “Good morning Y/N.” Steve looks over seeing you smile at him and swallows, his smile disappearing almost instantly. “Y/N”, he says as he nods at you. Polite, professional, and completely impersonal. Your smile falters slightly and a slight sigh escapes you as you go back to stretching. 

Natasha, hearing your sigh and seeing your slight shift in mood, comes over to stretch with you. “Don’t take it personally.”

 “How can I not? He seems open to everyone else but I just can’t make any headway.”

  “You forget the rest of us have known him for a long time. He just takes a while to open up to some people.”

 You rolled your eyes and got up off the mat, eager to let out some frustration on the super soldier. You turned around to see Bucky and Steve lifting weights across the room. Walking over to the pair you hip checked Bucky who was spotting for Steve. “Hey B, are we still on for tonight? I got a new one for you that I know you’ll love.” 

You winked at Bucky, you two had been secretly watching old musicals together since you discovered you both loved them. He didn’t want everyone knowing that was what you watched together and had made you promise to keep them a secret. 

“Yeah Honey, I am down. I have an assignment this afternoon but I should be back by 9. Is that cool?”

 You smiled at him at the nickname he had given you. He called you Honey, short for Honey Badger, ever since he saw the comical video a few months after meeting you. You were small and sweet looking but you had deadly skills and were absolutely fearless. Your innocent looks and sweet personality made your brutality even more terrifying. Once the others had heard the nickname and the reasoning behind it, it became your nickname from everyone. Well, almost everyone, seeing as Steve still called you by your name. 

“No problem B, I’ll still be awake, just come by when you get home. Steve, are you almost ready?” You turned your eyes to Steve who was glaring at Bucky. 

“Yeah Y/N, always ready.” He said that while still staring at Bucky, trying to decipher your conversation. He finally looked down at you, sending butterflies to your stomach. The look he was giving you was one you couldn’t quite decipher, if you didn’t know better, you would say it was almost jealousy. But you did know better, Steve was a coworker and only that. He had made that clear over and over, much to your dissatisfaction. But you couldn’t help but be attracted. He was always so sure of himself and had a quiet dominance that made others fall in under his authority. You felt yourself get flushed under his gaze and turned away before your cheeks gave you away.

You both walked over to the sparring mats and circled for a moment, getting your heads into it. Steve was large and strong but straightforward in his attacks. His movements were all about efficiency and that was something you could exploit. You waited until he made his first movements, stepping forward and punching first right, then left, the right again. You easily dodged all of those punches and slid yourself between his legs, elbowing the back of his knee on the way, making him falter in his stance. You quickly stood up and jumped on his back placing him in a choke hold. He reached up and over, grabbing you and flipping you over, slamming you into the mat. 

You were out of breath but quickly recovered and stood up. This time you were the first to move, you threw a punch at him knowing that he would step back with his right leg and bend his left. You used his left leg as a step, launching yourself onto him, swinging your right leg over his shoulder. You instantly started punching at his face, hitting him multiple times across the cheek and jaw. He growled out in frustration and then did something surprising. He threw himself backwards, falling hard on his back and making you land on your stomach hard enough to knock your breath out. He twisted his body and straddled you, leaning over your body and pinning your shoulder down to the mat. He grabbed your ponytail and pulled it, not so hard that it did any real damage to your hair but enough that it brought your head off the mat as you panted. His body was pressed tightly down onto yours and he leaned down and whispered in your ear. “Not bad…Honey.” With that, he stood up off of you and walked out of the gym. 

You sat up, staring at the door he had just walked out of, dazed and confused at what had just happened. “Did he just call you Honey?” Nat walked up to you and held out her hand, pulling you up off the floor. 

“Ugh, yeah. I guess he did.” 

Nat smirked as she shook her head. “Oh sweetie, you got it bad don’t you?”

Your face instantly turning red. “What? No…no I don’t.” 

 “It’s okay. I don’t blame you for it. He certainly is a specimen. Not my type but definitely not bad.”  Having had enough of the conversation focusing on you, you turn the tables on Nat. 

“And what exactly is your type? Dark hair, metal arm, and curses in Russian?” You knew about Nat and Bucky’s not so secret relationship. They were your best friends and it was impossible not to pick up on the signs of their growing romance.

 “Okay, that’s enough from you. Go get cleaned up, you’re sweaty as hell.” She pushed you out the door and towards your room, laughing all the way at her apparent embarrassment. 

Steve slammed his door after making his way from the gym. His body was pumping with adrenaline and his head was full of conflicting emotions. He had let you get to him and he was kicking himself for how he had reacted. Since the first day he had met you, he had been so drawn to you. You were kind and bubbling with joy and yet at the same time, a fierce fighter and didn’t take crap from anyone. He had found himself on more than one occasion comparing you to Peggy and he hated that. He thought it was sick to be attracted to someone just because they reminded him of her. But as time went on and as he saw more and more of you, he realized that he was drawn to you, not some similarities the two shared. You were so kind but could instantly turn and be so fierce. You roasted Sam and Bucky within an inch of their lives and he loved seeing you let loose with the team on nights out, even if he didn’t feel confident enough to join you. He wanted nothing more than to be close to you but he didn’t know how. You were under his command and all he wanted was to pull you close to him and feel your skin underneath his fingers. It was better to just keep things professional and distant between you two. And that’s what he did, for the better part of a year, he was kind but cold towards you. That was until today. He had dreamed about you last night, feeling your body beneath his hands, hearing soft sighs come from your lips. He had woken up frustrated in more than one sense of the word. He had tried for so long to get you off his mind but he went to bed most nights thinking of you and woke up more times than he could count from dreams of you and him in bed together, sometimes just snuggling and talking…sometimes more. But always with the same effect, an intense longing for you that could only be partially satiated by his morning showers.

Steve sat on the edge of his bed with his head in his hands when he heard his door open and close and heavy footsteps walk towards him. “Well, that was one hell of  a workout. What was all that about? And since when do you call her Honey?” He looked up to see Bucky lean against his dresser, arms crossed, and a curious look on his face. Steve just looked at his best friend and shook his head in frustration. 

“Nothing… it was just nothing. I just got carried away in the fight.”

 “Steve, that didn’t look like “nothing”. And you still didn’t answer my question. When did you start calling her Honey? It’s not like you have ever tried to be her friend or anything.” 

Steve shook his head in frustration, “I’ve never called her Honey before, at least not to her. And I don’t talk to her outside of work on purpose.”

 Bucky looked at Steve confused, “What do you mean on purpo-“ pausing to think for a moment, “Are you fucking kidding me!?! God, I knew you were stupid, but this is a new level! Are you telling me that you have been shutting her out for a whole fucking year because you liked her!?!” Bucky was pacing by now and was clearly worked up over this. 

“Do you think we could bring down the volume and the language a bit?”  

 “No, no we fucking can’t. She thinks you hate her! She thinks that you can’t stand to be around her! For the past year she has felt ostracized by you and had no idea why! Do you know how many times I have seen her down because all she wants is to feel accepted by the team, the whole team. You. She has spent the last year trying to get close to you and you just kept her away. If you didn’t trust her or were annoyed by her, that would be one thing. I could understand that. But no! You are just a fucking idiot who can’t get his head out of his own ass long enough to tell the girl you like that it’s not her fault that you’ve cut her off!” 

There was a moment of eerie quiet while Bucky caught his breath and tried to calm his anger towards his closest friend. 

“How long?” 

Steve finally looked up at him. “What?”

 “How. Long?” 

Steve looked back down at the ground, picking at his fingernails. “Since the moment I met her. I fought the feelings for a while. I thought I was just seeing Peggy in her so I chose to ignore the feelings, but they just kept developing and after a while, I realized it wasn’t about Peggy, it was about her.” 

Bucky huffed out a breath and sat beside Steve. “Well you certainly have a type.” He laughed, thinking about the ways they were similar. “Kind-hearted, fiery, independent women who could knock you on your ass in a heartbeat.” They sat in silence for a moment. “So why did you never make a move? Why keep pushing her away?” 

It was the question Steve asked himself every day and every day he had to answer back with the same reason. “Because we work together. Not just that, but I am her leader. It could never work and I can’t risk never seeing her again if it didn’t work.” 

“Who says it couldn’t work? It’s worked just fine for me and Nat for months.” 

Steve shook his head at him, “That’s not the same thi- what do you mean you and Nat!?!” 

Bucky let out a short laugh. “Jesus, have you been living under a rock? Me and Nat have been together for over six months now. You obviously don’t see it affecting our work or the team. We separate work for personal and it works just fine. If we can do it, so could you. Honestly, dating someone on the team is better than someone that’s not. Who better to understand the stresses of the job? Someone you can actually talk to about missions. Someone who understands and accepts the crazy schedules. It’s twice as hard with someone on the outside.” 

Steve sat in silence for a moment, thinking about what Bucky had said. He hadn’t thought about the benefits of dating inside the team, only the cons. But clearly, some people were able to make it work successfully. “Six months, huh?” He nudged Bucky’s shoulder. “That’s a lot for you. I’ve never seen you with someone past a month. It must be getting serious.” 

“Yeah it is. We’ve been talking about moving in together. Still here at the compound, but into our place, ya know? I’ve never felt this way about someone and it’s terrifying but exciting at the same time.” 

Steve clapped his hand on Bucky’s back. “I’m happy for you, Buck. I’ve only ever wanted you to be happy. And I am sorry I didn’t notice before. I’ve just been so wrapped up in trying to fight this that I haven’t been a very good friend to you.” 

“Thanks man, I really am happy. But I’m not who you need to apologize to. She deserves the truth.” 

Steve put his hands back to his head and rubbed his temples, “I am just so terrified of her not feeling the same. You know I’ve always been a train wreck when it comes to women.” 

“Hey, the train thing is too soon.” Bucky said with a laugh. “But in all seriousness, and I didn’t tell you this because Nat will kill me. But she didn’t just want to get to know you to be her friend. I don’t think you will be disappointed.” 

You spent the rest of the day working on upcoming missions, opting to hide out in your office than to potentially face Steve. You weren’t quite sure what had happened at training that morning but it had been something. Natasha had tried to get more out of you about your crush on Steve at lunch but you wouldn’t say anything else. What was the point if there wasn’t a chance? He obviously didn’t feel the same about you and you had been holding out hope for a year. This morning had been interesting, but one small moment of attention didn’t mean anything, not really. 

You were looking forward to hanging out with Bucky tonight. Just watching a musical and stuffing yourselves full of junk food. It would be good to get your mind off of Steve. You were hanging out in your room around 8:30 when you got a text from Bucky. 

Bucky: Hey Honey, I am so sorry. This recon job just got extended and we won’t be back till tomorrow morning. Can I get a rain check for movie night?

 You instantly felt your mood drop. You needed tonight more than most weeks and you were excited for the movie tonight. He had chosen “Oklahoma” for tonight's musical and you hadn’t seen it in years and were excited to watch it again. 

You: Ugh. Fine! Sometimes being on this team sucks. You owe me big time Barnes!

 You send him the text and a Gif from the Godfather saying that he was going to owe you for the favor he asked. 

Bucky: Is that from a movie? 

 You: Oh dear God, we have so much work to do. 

You now realized that you needed to add other popular movies to your list. Geez, catching up a super soldier is a lot of work. You decided to take a bath instead for the night and had made your room and bathroom into what can only be described as a fireman’s worst nightmare. You had candles lit everywhere and had turned off every light possible. You loved relaxing by just candle light. It made you feel like you were truly alone, despite knowing that the compound was full of other people. You had thrown your hair into a messy bun on top of your head and you were relaxing into your deep bathtub, your one requested change to your room when you moved in. You love taking long hot baths, showers are great for cleaning yourself, but nothing beats a hot bath for relaxation. You had asked Friday to play your classical playlist. You loved so many types of music but sometimes soft classical music was just what you needed. 

Around 9:15 you heard a knock at your door and figured that it was Nat or Wanda. “One second!” You pulled the plug on the drain, pulled on your thin soft cotton robe, and padded over to the door. Opening it you were surprised to see Steve standing in your doorway “Um…hi.”

Steve had paced in front of your door for a few minutes, debating with himself if this was a bad idea, before finally finding enough courage to knock. “One second!” he heard you say and he waited anxiously for you to open the door, stopping himself from turning right around and running away. When you opened the door he almost lost his nerve. You were standing in front of him, hair in a messy bun and in what appeared to be nothing more than a thin cotton robe. He had to force his eyes to not trace down your body right then and there. “Um…hi.” 

It was clear to him that he was the last person you expected to be knocking on his door so late at night. He cleared his throat and started to speak. “I’m sorry for interrupting your night, I just thought we might be able to talk.” He looked back at her room, covered in candles and thought that maybe she was planning a romantic evening with someone. Shit. I’ve missed my chance, haven’t I? “But you obviously have other plans, I will just see you tomorrow. Sorry for bothering you.” Steve started to turn around when he felt your hand on his forearm. 

“Hey, no plans for me, you're welcome to come in.” You gave him a sweet smile which made his heart leap. He was nervous for the conversation he was going to have but couldn’t deny that being in your room with you like this was exhilarating. He stepped into your room and you closed the door, you brushed past him and walked further into the room. “Sorry about the mountains of candles.” 

He laughed at that. “I was gonna say, either you're having a romantic evening or a seance.” You let out a laugh. 

“No, no one but me here tonight, ghosts or otherwise. I just love relaxing in candlelight. It makes the world slow down for me. I am able to push off everything outside of this room and just be present here. Plus I like feeling like I’m in a regency novel sometimes.” 

You laughed heartily at this and the sound of your laugh filled Steve’s stomach with butterflies. How many nights had he dreamed about something like this. Just being with you, not even sexually, although there were more than his fair share of those dreams as well. But just getting to be alone with you and hear your laugh at something he said. You led him over to your loveseat sofa and he sat down on one side while you sat on the other, covering your lap in a small throw blanket, aware of just how naked you were under your robe. 

Steve sat there for a moment, not sure how to begin. “Steve…if this is about this morning, you don’t need to worry about anything. I wasn’t hurt at all. It was a good sparring session and you won fair and square.” 

Steve shook his head. “No, it’s not about this morning…not really anyway. This morning's sparring was…unprofessional of me, and I am sorry about that, but… God I don’t know how to say this other than to just come out and say it… I like you. I have for a long time and I realize that I have been cold towards you since, well, forever. It was just my dumbass idiot way to try to deny my feelings towards you. I can understand if you hate me for pushing you away but I couldn’t go any longer without telling you.”  

You sat in shock listening to his words and then stood up suddenly and started pacing your floor in silence, Steve nervously watching you from the couch. After a few minutes, you stopped abruptly and turned towards him. “I’m sorry, let me get this right. You like me? And because you like me, you have been pushing me away and essentially ignoring me for a year? Am I getting that right?” 

Steve sighed and his head dropped down to stare at the ground, picking at his fingernails. “Yes… and I have no real excuse. I was afraid to damage the team but when Bucky found out he about beat me upside my head.” 

You let out a huff, “As he should have. Jesus, Steve. For as smart and logical as you are, you can be a real idiot sometimes. God, you say you like me but you don’t even know me.” 

You were about to pace the room in anger again when you felt a hand on your arm turning you back around. Steve was standing in front of you, looking down at you with an emotion you couldn’t quite place, somewhere between terror and desire. 

“You don’t like sweet and salty foods to touch on the plate but you will mix salty things together and sweet things together. You love sitting out on the covered porch during a rainstorm. You hate chocolate without nuts because you think every bite of food needs at least two different textures, if not more. You love to cry at books but not at movies and you won’t watch something if it doesn’t have a happy ending. So you rarely go to see anything in theaters because you don’t want to sit through a movie without knowing that it’s going to end well. You hate running but you love hiking. Your favorite movie is Pride and Prejudice and you think that the 2005 version is pure perfection. You will tell people your favorite book is something academic but in reality you love trashy romance novels. You are best friends with Nat and Wanda and you see Bucky as the brother you always wished you had.” 

He paused for a moment and saw the tears growing in your eyes. You hadn’t realized that he gave two shits about you let alone saw all of that. His hand slid down your arm and he held your hand in his. “You are kind, and funny, and don’t take shit from anyone. You care so much about the team and would defend them fiercely. You always put others before yourself and you do your best to make everyone feel safe and noticed and loved.”

He used his other hand to tilt your chin up to look at him. "I know I fucked up by pushing you away and I understand if you don’t feel the same way about me but I couldn’t handle the thought of you thinking that I didn’t care or that I didn’t see just how wonderful you are.” He stared at you for a few moments before pulling away slightly. “I’m sorry for dumping all of this on you all at once. I’ll let you get back to your evening.” 

He started to walk towards the door and felt you pull his hand back towards you. He looked at you, momentarily taken aback by just how beautiful you looked in the flickering candlelight. A moment of silence passed before you shyly smiled at him and interlaced your fingers with his again. “Stay… I-I mean if you want. I was going to watch a movie with Bucky but if you wanted to…we could watch it instead.” 

Steve looked down at you, a smile growing across his face and he slightly bit his bottom lip, sending your butterflies flying. “Yeah… I’d like that.” You asked him to blow out most of the candles and settle himself on your couch as you went and quickly threw some clothes on. You came back into the room and settled yourself onto the couch as well. All Steve wanted to do was be close to you, to feel you wrapped in his arms, to smell your shampoo, but he knew to let you move at your pace. He had dropped so much on you so quickly and the fact that you weren’t raving mad at him right now was a miracle all on its own. He would take just getting to spend time with you. 

“So what are we watching tonight?”

Your face broke out into an excited smile. “Oklahoma.”

“You mean like the Rodgers and Hammerstein musical?” You were shocked at his awareness of it. It had come out years after he went into the ice and you doubted he had seen it since he came out. 

“Yeah…how do you know about it? Have you seen it?” 

“No, not really. I mean…well, sort of. The broadway came out in 1943 and I saw a few songs of it being previewed during my bond-selling days. One of the actors for it on Broadway was in one of those God awful Captain America movies they made back then. I was able to catch an off-broadway workshop of it a few weeks before I did my USO tour. I liked the little bit of it I saw.” 

You looked at him with a sense of surprise. “I don’t know if I am more shocked at you going to see musicals or jealous that you saw a Rogers and Hammerstein production before almost anyone else in the whole world.” 

He let out a soft laugh at that. “Well who do you think went to see all those musicals with Bucky? Do you know how many awful double dates he took me on to see a musical?” 

You turned towards him, now suddenly more interested in this than starting the movie. “You used to go on double dates with Bucky? What was that like?” “Oh God, it was the worst. 95% of the time Bucky ended up with two dates and I either tagged along pathetically or would skip out. Not many women took a second look at me, let alone enjoyed spending time with me. You’ve seen what I looked like.” 

“You were small, yeah, but I can’t imagine your personality has changed that much over the years. Still the same man who can’t help but stand up for others, can’t back away from a fight no matter how hopeless. Plus, short and skinny or not, you were still handsome then. You still had that look of being up to no good. Always a trouble maker, even then.” 

Steve’s face flamed in a blush and he looked down at his hands in embarrassment. You felt your nerves flipping your stomach over and over and felt your heart begin to beat faster as you moved closer to Steve, sitting on your knees right beside him. You hesitantly carded your fingers through the strands of his hair that had fallen down onto his face and then traced your fingers down the side of his face to the side of his jaw. He looked up at you, eyes filled with desire and nervousness. 

“Steve. Can…Can I kiss you.” You knew that he had effectively just laid out all his feelings for you, but you didn’t want to assume that he would just be okay with it.

He sat up, his face getting dangerously close to your own as he searched your eyes. “Yes… please.”  You hesitantly moved even closer to him, not believing that this could really be happening. He gently nudged your nose with his own, taking a moment to savor the feeling of you being so close. Finally, he closed the distance between you two. 

The kiss was gentle but full of so much emotion. Both of you were nervous but eager. You slid both your hands behind his head, while his hands found their way around to your back as they held you close. Your lips worked in unison and you found yourself biting and pulling on his bottom lip, desperate to get closer to him. He let out a gasp and pulled away slightly, placing his hands firmly on your arms. 

“Wait…Wait, Honey.” He pulled away more fully and stood up. “I think… I think that we need to talk about this.”

You instantly recoiled, feeling the sharp sting of rejection, tears starting to cloud your eyes. You were confused. Hadn’t he just confessed his feelings? Hadn’t you?

Steve could tell that you were confused and hurt. He sat back down and lifted your chin with his fingers, making you look him in the eye. 

“Hey, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that. I just… I’ve wanted you for so long and I know that, given the opportunity, I would… be less than gentlemanly. I just want to do this the right way. You deserve to be wooed and I don’t want to skip any steps with you. I just don’t want to go too fast. I hope you understand.”

What had been a moment of hurt and confusion was now one filled with admiration and affection.

“Of course I understand. And I would like that, being wooed by you.” Your cheeks stained red as you spoke, the thought of Steve pursuing you. “So…  slow?”

He nodded his head. “Slow.” 

“Can we still watch the movie? And possibly cuddle a little?” You asked with a slight tease in your voice. You were being playful but also trying to be respectful of his desires. He laughed gently at you.

“Yes…please. I couldn’t think of a better way to spend the night. Well, I could but again…slow.” He said while giving you a playful wink, causing your cheeks to flame red once again. 

“Oh boy, you’re going to be trouble, aren’t you?” You asked him, laughing and shaking your head.

“Me? I’ve never been trouble.” 

You laughed, settling into his side and covering both your laps with a soft blanket while turning the movie back on to play. “I’m not sure Bucky would agree with you. Or Tony, or Natasha, or the US Government. Or-” He laughed again, “Okay, okay. I may be just the slightest bit of trouble.” He looked down at you tucked into his side, unable to believe that he was actually here, holding you close. His heart was fit to burst with the happiness it contained. He kissed the top of your head and gently breathed in your scent before turning his attention back to the movie you were now singing along quietly to. Perfection, he thought, this is absolute perfection.

#steve rodgers x reader #steve rogers x y/n #captain america #steve rogers is an idiot #but we still love him #Bucky barnes is a theater geek

[witchywithwhiskey]

the alpha next door

pairing: alpha!steve rogers x omega!female reader

summary: you and your neighbor are harboring feelings for each other, but both of you think the other is too sweet. then, things take a turn when your first heat since moving in hits, revealing the depth of your feelings for the alpha next door—and his for you.

warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), omegaverse AU tropes (heats, knots, purring, mating, scenting), piv sex, breeding kink/pregnancy kink (reader's on birth control tho), accidental voyeurism, masturbation (m + f), dirty talk, praise kink, daddy kink, little bit of mommy kink, size kink, pet names (baby), mutual pining, idiots in love, dual pov

word count: 8.9k

a/n: here's my entry for @stargazingfangirl18 and @labella420's Cum Together Extravaganza!!! i used the A/B/O AU and breeding kink prompts—and this is my very first omegaverse fic!!! so uhhh please be kind because i don't know what i'm doing 😅 also loosely inspired by "too sweet" by hozier!! anyway, this ended up a lot longer than i thought it would be....whoops!! hope y'all enjoy!!!

When you first moved into the little pink cottage next door, Steve Rogers decided that you were too sweet for an ex-soldier alpha like him. An omega like you was filled with sunshine and gentleness, and you deserved an alpha who would treat you like the precious thing you were. 

The kindest thing Steve could do for you was stay away. The thoughts you inspired in his alpha hindbrain had him hating the rough and greedy animal side of himself. He wanted to dig his fingers into your plush hips and bend you over, make you present your pretty little body in the way the alpha in him craved. 

But he reminded himself you were too sweet. Too sweet for the obscene thoughts that plagued his mind. Too sweet to be defiled by a big alpha like him. Too sweet to be swollen and round and glowing because you were carrying his child…

Still, you were his neighbor and Steve couldn’t avoid you entirely, even though everything he saw only reaffirmed his belief that you were too good for him. 

The little pink cottage beside his house had come with a front garden filled with pink roses and all manner of other pink flowers that Steve couldn’t even begin to name, but you tended to them like you’d planted them yourself. Steve would get home from work, park his truck in his driveway—which had a perfect view of your front garden. He’d watch you from behind his tinted windows as you took care of your flowers, looking like a garden fairy come to life.

When Steve eventually grew uncomfortable with how long he’d been watching you, he would get out of his truck and call a gruff hello to you as he made his way inside. Your melodic voice returning his greeting would follow him into his house, where he’d close his door and lean against it, panting like he’d just escaped a warzone while his cock strained against his jeans. But Steve wouldn’t stoop to jerking himself off to the thought of you—at least not while you were just outside. 

On weekends, Steve would work in his backyard, mowing the grass and tending to the shrubs that ran along the line separating his property from yours. When the weather was nice and pleasantly warm, you would sit out on your small back porch, curled up in a wicker chair reading some book or another.

Steve would offer to mow your lawn, just for an excuse to stay outside longer, and be a little bit closer to you. You’d let him, and thank him for his efforts by giving him some ice cold lemonade, smiling up at him while he drank it. Steve wasn’t the least bit surprised the lemonade was more sweet than tart. 

As the weeks and months passed since you’d moved in, Steve couldn’t help but feel his desire for you growing, becoming a living thing curling around his heart, making it beat for you. You were the sweetest and prettiest omega he’d ever met, and he’d be lucky to be your alpha, but he kept his distance, certain you could do better than him.

That is, until your first heat after moving in next door changed everything.

That was when Steve learned you were far more than the innocent little omega he’d determined you to be—you were a creature of sex and desire, made to take an alpha’s knot and be pumped full of come in the hopes that their seed would take root in your womb. When your heat hit fully, your keening wails echoed from your cottage, and they were a siren song that called directly to Steve’s alpha heart.

But he kept himself away. After all, there were polite ways of going about these things, and he’d never even asked you out on a date, so he certainly wasn’t going to assume you wanted his help to get you through your heat. Besides, you hadn’t asked for him to join you, anyway.

That didn’t stop Steve from keeping an eye on you, though.

He’d noticed the slight change in your scent a few days before your heat truly set in, his cock reacting even more to your perfect omega body than normal. Steve felt like he was walking around with a constant bulge in his pants after getting a single whiff of your scent, but he ignored the niggling feeling telling him he needed to be close to you and did his best to hide his reaction. He knew you had other things to worry about than the comfort of the alpha next door. 

Even though something in him compelled him to go to you, Steve couldn’t bring himself to walk over to your cottage. It occurred to him that even if you didn’t want him to help you through your heat, he could offer to go to the store to get the food and provisions you’d need. But he didn’t. He was worried about what he’d do if he looked into your home and saw your nest and smelled your sweet perfume. 

So Steve kept his distance, watching you from his truck and the windows of his house as you brought home a week’s worth of provisions—protein bars and sports drinks that would keep you nourished enough to make it through your heat. Steve wished he could carry the heavy-looking bags into your home, but his cock was pitching a tent in his sweatpants, and he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable with the way his alpha body reacted to your omega scent. 

Finally, as your heat drew closer, you locked up your cottage, closing all the windows and drawing all the curtains. Steve couldn’t help but notice, though, that you left the skylight in your bedroom cracked open a tiny bit. Steve’s alpha hindbrain itched at the thought that you’d only left it open because you couldn’t close it yourself, and he had to hold himself back from going over to your cottage to offer to close it.

Steve knew omegas liked to keep their nests dark and warm and locked up tight. They wanted to keep all the scents created during a heat trapped in their nest, at least until their heat broke. So it was curious that you’d left the skylight open, even a little bit. 

But when your heat hit in earnest that evening, your pitiful whimpers and desperate moans filtering through the open window and directly to Steve’s ears—through the window of his bedroom that he’d thrown open the moment he’d heard you—he forgot about what omegas typically wanted. Instead, all the blood in his body rushed to his cock, making him harder than he’d ever been in his life. 

Steve stood at the window of his bedroom, which overlooked your cottage, his eyes glazing over as he listened to you pant and whine and cry out for an alpha that wasn’t coming. Because of course Steve had noticed that no alpha had arrived to help you through your heat. He assumed you were using any number of the toys that were sold precisely to help unmated omegas get through their heats without an alpha’s help. 

But it meant you were alone, in your nest, riding out your heat on some silicone knot. That thought nearly made Steve storm from his house and barge into your cottage to demand you let him help you, but he reminded himself you were too sweet, too sweet, too sweet for him. So instead, he fisted his cock and listened to your raspy pleas fill the night sky.

“Need your knot, alpha, oh god, please,” you babbled, your voice beautifully melodic to Steve even when you were desperately begging for something he knew he shouldn’t give you. “Fill me up, daddy, I need it—need your knot, alpha—daddy, daddy, alpha, please, please, please!” Your moans grew louder and Steve could only imagine the thick silicone knot that was filling you up the way he should be filling you.

One of Steve’s hands gripped the frame of his window tightly, using the feel of the wood digging into his palm to keep himself grounded as he physically fought with his alpha instincts. He wanted to break into your cottage and rip your toys away from you so he could help you through your heat. Like he was meant to. It should be him inside you, sinking into your warm, welcoming cunt while you looked up at him with those beautiful eyes of yours.

Steve’s other hand gripped his cock, pumping his hard, stiff length with a fist so tight, it was nearly punishing. It helped a little, but his fist was a far cry from your perfect cunt, which would be gushing with wetness and so hot, Steve would feel like he was sinking into heaven and hell at the same time. And when he came, it wouldn’t be anywhere near as satisfying as emptying his balls right against your cervix, pumping your womb full of his seed while knot locked your bodies together so it would be almost certain he’d knock you up. 

That is, if you weren’t on birth control. Which most unmated omegas were, Steve reminded himself.

Still, the alpha in him was a beast barely caged—he wanted to breed you. 

Steve wanted to see you impaled on his cock and his knot, so bloated from how full you were with his come that he could see it in the way your belly bulged, giving a preview of what you’d look like growing with his child. He wanted to knock you up, he wanted to see you swollen and round with his pup. 

He wanted to keep fucking you even as you carried his child, watching you bounce on his knot, your tits swollen with milk and your belly big and round while he tried to fill your womb with another before you’d even popped out the first. Steve wanted to keep you pregnant all the time, your pretty little omega body always ripe and swollen with his pups, taking his knot and his come every moment of the day so he could make sure you were always glowing with the radiance of motherhood.

It was that image of you—beautiful and knocked up, your eyes hazy with pleasure that came only from being impaled on his cock, and being locked on his knot—that made Steve come. 

He grunted as the pleasure of his fist and his thoughts of you finally became too much, wrapping both his hands around his thick length, one squeezing his knot while the other pumped the rest of his shaft. His come erupted from the tip, streaming over the windowsill and dripping down to his bare feet on the wooden floor of his bedroom.

A growl tore from Steve’s lips while he came, a deep, dark part of his alpha hindbrain responding furiously to the fact that he was wasting his seed. He should be emptying his balls deep in your fertile cunt while your slick walls gripped his knot and milked every drop of his seed into your womb, where it belonged. 

Steve’s release seemed to last for ages, longer than he’d ever experienced before, and if it wasn’t for the fact that his head finally started to clear when it abated, he would’ve been worried he’d gone into rut. But finally, Steve surfaced from the depths of his pleasure, and winced when he remembered the thoughts that had made him come.

Steve was appalled by the direction in which his imagination had gone, and felt guilty for imagining you in such a state as pregnant and bouncing on his cock—even as the reminder made his cock leak one last spurt of his release. Cursing and castigating himself, Steve moved away from the window to clean himself up and wipe down the spot where he’d been standing. 

The entire time he was cleaning up after himself, Steve felt off-balance. He’d never felt such a pull toward an omega before you, and he’d never been so close to going into rut just from listening to an omega whimper and moan. If he didn’t know better, he would think you were his mate—the one omega in the whole world who was perfect for him. 

But Steve pushed that thought aside and reminded himself you were too sweet for an alpha like him. You might’ve sounded desperate and needy while you suffered through your heat alone, but you deserved better than an alpha who could think of nothing else besides pumping you full of come and knocking you up with his child.

Steve felt disturbed all over again when he thought of the vivid, obscene things he’d imagined while he’d jerked himself off. He’d never been the type of alpha to get off on the idea of breeding, let alone pictured anyone swollen with his kid while they were impaled on his cock. Steve felt so far out of his depth, he swiped his clean hand down his face to try to regain the equilibrium that had been shattered by your pretty omega sounds.

Thankfully, you’d gone blessedly quiet at some point when Steve had been coming all over his windowsill. He tossed the rag he’d used to clean up his mess into the laundry and flopped down on his bed, knowing he wouldn’t be getting any rest that night. It was a good thing he’d called out of work on heat leave.

Even as Steve lay in his bed, the refrain that you were too sweet for him repeating in his mind, he couldn’t help hoping that you were getting some much-needed rest. He’d never been one to worry over much about whether someone was sleeping or eating, but he wondered if you’d had a protein bar and drank a sports drink before falling asleep. He knew you needed to keep up your strength if you’d make it through your heat. 

His thoughts spinning around in his mind, Steve fell into a light, fitful sleep, his alpha hindbrain remaining alert and attuned to the sounds coming from your cottage. Little did he know, it wouldn’t be long before everything would change. Something would happen that would force Steve to finally give in to the connection between him and the omega next door.

When you woke on the second morning of your heat, it was to a burning need cutting through your core, urging you to roll onto your knees and sink down on the silicone knot toy that had slipped from your pussy while you slept. Unbidden, the face of the alpha next door, Steve Rogers, popped into your mind and you sobbed through another wave of aching desire, wishing desperately that he was with you to help you through your heat.

You hadn’t met the alpha until after you’d moved into the little pink cottage next door to his much larger home, and you were instantly smitten with the former soldier. He was big—so much bigger than you—with broad shoulders and bulging biceps that were barely hidden beneath the tight t-shirts he always seemed to wear. But it was Steve’s thighs that were always so distracting to you, so thick they made you want to ride them until your slick was drenching his jeans.

A pitiful moan fell from your lips as you reached between your thighs, grasping blindly for the toy you’d discarded in your sleep. With your face still shoved into a pillow and sleep still clinging to the edges of your consciousness, you slid down on the thick silicone cock, pretending it belonged to Steve. 

The alpha next door was just so…sweet. 

It hadn’t taken you long after moving into your cottage to learn your neighbor’s schedule, and you made sure to always be working in the garden in front of your home when he got back from work. You lived for the growly greetings he would call to you, and the faint blush that would graze his cheekbones, like he was shy around you, his harmless omega neighbor. 

And on the weekends, when you knew Steve wasn’t working, you sat on your back porch reading—though you were more often ogling the fit alpha’s shoulders and arms as he worked in his backyard. The sun would shine on Steve’s blond hair and make him look like a golden god, with sparkling blue eyes that would occasionally flick in your direction, though you didn’t think he was really looking at you.

Of course, when he’d offer to mow your lawn, you’d let him. Then, to show the alpha your thanks, you’d make him some nice refreshing lemonade. If that meant you could watch him quench his thirst while you imagined his sweet mouth on your body, drinking your slick as eagerly as he drank your lemonade, then that was just a bonus to being a good neighbor. Right?

It had become abundantly clear to you that you harbored a crush on Steve, and it was nearly excruciating living next to him when he didn’t seem interested in making a move on his omega neighbor. After all, it had been months, and he’d been nothing but friendly and respectful and sweet. 

It was obvious, at least to you, that Steve was too sweet for you—too sweet to be the rough, dominant alpha you craved. Too sweet to bend you over and impale you on his thick cock with one stroke. Too sweet to shove his knot into your cunt and make you come so hard you saw stars. Too sweet to knock you up over and over again, filling up that big house of his with pups that you’d created together. 

You’d told yourself it was for the best that Steve kept his distance. If he couldn’t be what you needed, then you didn’t want your crush to develop into unrequited feelings. But your heart didn’t listen, so you kept putting yourself in situations where you’d get to see your neighbor—working in your front garden when he got home, sitting on your back porch while he was in his backyard. 

Then, you began to feel your heat coming on, and your thoughts about the alpha next door only worsened. It wasn’t uncommon anymore for unmated omegas to ask alpha friends or acquaintances to help them through their heats, but the prospect of asking Steve for his help, getting to come all over his knot for days on end, and then trying to go back to the way things were sounded torturous. 

Instead, you went about your heat preparations as you always did, gathering supplies from the grocery store and stocking up the minifridge in your bedroom with sports drinks while you piled your bedside table high with protein bars. You closed and locked all the doors and windows of your cottage, drawing the curtains tight to keep out the sun. 

You knew you were a bit of an odd omega, and you didn’t like total darkness in your nest, which was why you had been the only one interested in the little cottage. It had a skylight in the bedroom that any other omega would want closed and covered during their heat. The window itself was covered in a film that dampened most of the direct  sunlight and you enjoyed the natural light, even when you were deep in your heat, so it was perfect for you.

It occurred to you, as you were preparing your room, that if you cracked open the skylight, the sounds you made during your heat would filter out from your cottage. Your desperate cries for a knot might even be heard by the alpha next door…

Later, you’d blame your decision to leave the skylight open on the dangerous combination of your pre-heat brain and the exquisite agony of your crush on Steve. But by that time, the little decision you’d made in the urgency of your heat preparations would’ve irrevocably changed your life—for the better—and you wouldn’t give a thought to regretting what you’d done.

Still, on that second morning of your heat, when you were woken by the need to be knotted and flooded with come, you didn’t even remember that you’d decided to leave the skylight open. So you had no idea whether it was working or not, whether Steve could hear you—but he wasn’t far from your thoughts as you rode your silicone alpha toy, trying to slake the need that burned through your body. 

Your heats were always a little hazy, like most omega’s, with desire and need pounding through your blood so insistently, you couldn’t form any coherent thoughts. Your mind could only focus on getting a cock inside you, then a knot and, if you’d had an alpha to help you, the gush of their come. Since you were so mindless, you uttered words that you’d forgotten the second they fell from your lips.

The first night of your heat, when you’d had a moment of clear-headedness enough to gulp down a sports drink and scarf a protein bar, you’d hoped you hadn’t cried out anything that would embarrass you—like Steve’s name. You’d had a vague memory of calling out for an alpha, which was normal for an unmated omega, and a daddy, which was normal for you, given your desires when you weren’t going through your heat. But you’d breathed a sigh of relief when you didn’t remember calling out for Steve specifically. 

You couldn’t imagine what would happen if you cried out Steve’s name while in heat. But you were about to find out.

The silicone toy in your cunt wasn’t cutting it. It had been just fine that first night, though you hadn’t felt as satisfied as you normally did, and you hadn’t slept as long as you typically did in between waves of your heat. Something about this heat felt different. You weren’t just desperate for an alpha’s knot and come, you wanted more…

You wanted a pup. You wanted an alpha’s cock shoved deep in your cunt, unloading their come against your cervix, filling your womb with a seed that would take and knock you up. You wanted to be bred—and not just by any alpha. You wanted the alpha next door to breed you.

Steve. You wanted Steve. You needed Steve. 

“Please,” you gasped, the word leaving your lips as you thought of your big, sweet alpha neighbor. His face came easily to your mind, those sparkling blue eyes and soft lips, that strong jaw and the way a blush turned his cheeks the most perfect shade of pink. “Please, alpha, need your knot, need your come,” you whined, speaking to the image of Steve in your mind.

You pushed yourself up onto your knees, grabbing one of the many pillows from your bed and shoving it between your thighs, forcing the silicone alpha cock deeper into your cunt. Still, it wasn’t enough, even as you tried to make due. 

You rocked your hips, trying to replicate the feeling of fucking yourself on an alpha’s cock, but it paled in comparison. A desperate whine worked its way up your throat, filling your room and slipping from the skylight into the morning air.

“Please, daddy, wanna have your baby,” you cried, your hands going to your tits and tugging on your nipples so roughly, pleasure and pain swirled through your body, creating a tornado of sensation that only fed the need burning in your core. “Wan’ you to knock me up, alpha, wanna give you pups, wan’ you to suck on my milky tits while you fuck me, daddy.” You groped your breasts, pinching your nipples like you were milking yourself, the sensations making your cunt gush slick all over the toy inside you. 

The pleasure was gathering in your core, making you more desperate to reach the pinnacle of your climax. Your hips worked, humping the pillow and cock between your thighs, shoving yourself down against the knot at the base of the toy, knowing it was what you needed to come, but your pussy was still too tight to take it. 

“Oh god, I need it, alpha, I need it, I need it,” you babbled mindlessly, fucking yourself furiously on the toy and still wishing it was Steve’s cock. 

You pictured him beneath you, his cheeks tinged pink, not with a blush, but with the flush of his desire for you, his blue eyes nearly black from his pupils blowing wide as he stared up at you. His soft mouth parted as he groaned, his thick cock buried in your tight cunt, twitching as you squeezed him.

It was with that image in your mind that the fateful words spilled from your lips. You cried out desperately, “Knock me up, daddy, gimme your pup, please—please, breed me, Steve!” 

So close to the edge of your release, you barely heard the distant crashing sound that echoed between your little cottage and the house that belonged to the alpha next door. All you heard were your gasping breaths and mindless moans, the toy shoving into your cunt making low squelching noises that only managed to turn you on more. 

It was only when a much closer smashing sound preceded the swirl of cool morning air infiltrating your home, and flooding into your nest, that you were able to drag your attention away from your own desperate frustration. Your omega instincts were going haywire, part of you telling you something was wrong, while another part unfurled and shifted, like a flower blooming toward the sun. 

Blinking your eyes to clear away the haze of your heat, your mouth fell open in an ‘o’ of surprise at the sight of the alpha in your bedroom doorway. 

Steve’s big body filled the doorway, his hands clutching the wooden frame while his chest heaved with heavy breaths. It looked like he was trying to hold himself back, his grip so tight on your doorframe that a distant part of your mind worried it might splinter beneath his palms. But you couldn’t think too closely about that, not when your neighbor was staring at you with a crazed look in his eyes, like he wanted to fill you with his knot as badly as you wanted to be filled.

Your too sweet alpha neighbor’s mouth—which was normally curved in a soft, friendly smile—was twisted with ferocious lust, and when he spoke, his voice was a rough growl like nothing you’d ever heard from Steve. 

“Invite me into your bed,” he rumbled, the order clear in his voice even if he didn’t use his alpha command. “Ask me to help you through your heat, tell me you want me here,” he went on through clenched teeth, an edge of desperation in his tone that called your heart—and your cunt. “Tell me you want me, omega.” His fingers gripped the doorframe tighter, and you heard the wood creak beneath his strength. 

Your pussy spasmed and your heart lurched when Steve called you by your designation, but it was when his scent hit you that you felt something inside your being shift and lock into place. Steve smelled like home—like safety and security and love. He smelled like a future of wrangling children together and making love together and sitting on a porch swing together and growing old together. 

In that moment, you knew what your instincts had known from the moment you met Steve—he was your mate. He was the one alpha in all the world who was meant for you, just as you were the omega meant for him. And once you knew that, it was the easiest thing in the world to part your lips and beg him to join you in your nest, in your bed, and help you through your heat.

“Please, Steve—please, mate, please help me,” you begged, your voice breathy with need and excitement, tears of joy shining in your eyes. 

Something shifted in Steve’s expression when you called him your mate. You watched as he took a deep breath, scenting you the way you had him. A riot of emotions swirled in those beautiful blue eyes of his—disbelief, acknowledgement, acceptance, satisfaction, pride. You saw the moment he realized what you’d only just discovered, a smile flickering at the corner of his mouth.

“My omega, my mate,” Steve growled, finally letting go of the doorframe and launching himself at you.

Finally—finally—Steve was coming to you, closing the distance between you, and you’d never been happier in all your life. The alpha next door was your mate, and you hoped that meant he would be more than willing to knock you up and breed you like you needed.

Steve had woken from his fitful sleep to the sound of your sweet cries that morning, though they sounded much more desperate to his ears. He wasn’t sure if it was his imagination or not, but you sounded less than satisfied with whatever toy you were using and Steve slid a hand down to his already hard cock, thinking you should’ve been riding him instead of some silicone dick.

He’d lazily stroked his cock, trying to restrain himself from coming all over his stomach, while listening to your increasingly desperate cries. Steve had fisted a hand in the sheets of his bed, hoping it would be enough to hold himself back from storming over to your cottage and taking your heat into his own hands. 

Then, Steve heard you cry out his name and something in him snapped. Before he even knew what he was doing, he’d thrown on some boxer briefs and stormed out of his bedroom, leaping down the stairs and throwing open the front door of his house so ferociously, he’d ripped it off some of the hinges. 

Not even caring that he was leaving his door open, Steve charged over to your cottage, taking a little bit more care with your front door when he broke the lock and pushed it open, flinging it closed behind him. He knew it was likely stuck closed thanks to the broken lock, but Steve only cared that it would prevent anyone else from getting into your home. He’d deal with getting out later. Much later.

Finally, Steve got to the doorway of your bedroom, your nest, and he’d stumbled to a stop at the sight that lay before him.

You were perched in the center of your big bed, a pillow wedged between your thighs, the knot of a toy barely visible while you humped futilely on the fake cock. Your delicate fingers groped your tits, squeezing your soft flesh and pinching your nipples like you were milking yourself—that thought making even more blood rush to Steve’s cock. Desperate whimpers and whines fell from your lips, more pleas to be knocked up and filled with pups, and they were nearly his undoing.

At the last second, Steve gripped the doorframe, holding himself back from pouncing on you, as he tried to remember why he shouldn’t be there. You were an unmated omega, in heat, and he hadn’t gotten permission to be in your nest, let alone help you through your heat. And you were too sweet for him…

God, you looked sweet, though. Sweet enough that Steve’s mouth watered with the thought of how slick you were, how good you would taste on his tongue. Even from the doorway, he could see the way your wetness had soaked the pillow between your thighs. He wanted to taste you, to scent you, he wanted you. 

Steve was seconds away from launching himself at you when your gaze finally landed on him. It was the delighted surprise in your eyes that urged him to ground out a desperate plea for consent to enter your room and help you through your heat. Blessedly, you seemed coherent enough to answer—but you didn’t only answer and beg for his help, you called him your mate.

That word struck a chord in Steve’s chest, his heart pounding even harder at the impossible prospect that you were his mate—that you were meant to be his. But he took a deep breath, taking in the scent of you and opening himself up to the possibility that you were his. 

You even smelled sweet, like the pink roses in your front garden—or, rather, the peace Steve felt when he came home to find you tending to your flowers. You smelled like the warmth of a gentle fire and the giddiness of butterfly kisses. You smelled like life, like the time unfurling before the two of you, years and decades spent with each other, making each other happy. 

It was as if Steve truly came alive for the first time when he scented you, and the last tether of the self-restraint holding him back from you snapped. 

“My omega, my mate,” he rumbled in a low purr, a voice he’d never even heard himself use before. But he didn’t have time to think about that too closely—he only knew he needed to get to you. 

As quickly as he could, Steve surged into your room, tearing off his boxer briefs—the only clothing he’d had the presence of mind to put on, and he was thankful for it, since it saved him the grief of a public indecency charge—in the few steps it took to get to your bed.

By the time Steve tackled you into the tangle of blankets and pillows, he was naked as the day he was born, his cock throbbing with need and brushing against swaths of your soft, bare skin, leaving his precum behind. The alpha cradled your body in his strong arms as he rolled you beneath him, his narrow hips slotting perfectly between your plush thighs, his hard length resting against your mound. 

But there was something in his way, something that shouldn’t be inside you and Steve couldn’t help but growl, “Get that fucking toy out of my cunt, ‘mega.” He softened the fury in his voice with light, fleeting kisses to your cheeks and temple and forehead, greedy to taste the sweetness of your skin.

“Yes, alpha,” you gasped, fumbling between your bodies to wrench the silicone dick from your tight hole. 

The sweet submission in your voice was too much for Steve—he had to taste it. Slanting his lips to yours, Steve kissed you for the first time, groaning into your mouth at the wondrous feeling of your mouth beneath his. You tasted better than you smelled, like radiant sunshine bursting on his tongue and casting a golden glow over his entire body. 

Deepening the kiss, Steve plundered your mouth, stroking his tongue against yours and nipping at your lips until you were gasping and panting beneath him. Your entire body trembled with unslaked need, your fingers clinging to his bulging biceps as you cried out for him, all of which stroked Steve’s alpha ego so much, his cock twitched and leaked against your belly.

“Please, Steve—daddy—alpha—I need you inside me,” you wailed in a broken voice and Steve’s instincts took over.

He shifted his hips back, the tip of his cock finding your slick hole and he pushed forward, sinking his hard length into your cunt with one thrust. Steve’s entire world realigned, his heart stuttering in his chest at the feeling of your tight heat consuming him, overwhelming him. An animalistic groan left his lips, and he buried the sound in your neck, breathing in your scent as he tried not to come immediately.

With Steve’s cock finally buried inside you, he felt your body relax beneath him, your moan of pleasure dissolving into a sigh of relief. Steve’s hindbrain felt a deep satisfaction at the way you melted in his arms, your submission to him apparent in the loosening of your muscles. Finding your lips again, Steve kissed you sweetly, cherishing the moment of calm before your heat urged the two of you to move.

“Thank you, alpha,” you whispered, your voice soft and blissful and the most content Steve had heard it since your heat began in earnest the day before. “The toys weren’t working.” You pressed a kiss to Steve’s cheek on your way to burying your face in the crook of his neck, breathing so deeply he could hear your inhale, making his cock twitch in the depths of your pussy. 

Then, your words pierced through the haze of pleasure in Steve’s mind and he purred, smiling into your neck when you relaxed further beneath him, responding to him.

“You needed your mate, didn’t you, baby?” Steve cooed, lavishing your neck with kisses until you were whining and squirming beneath him. “Needed your daddy to pound your needy little cunt like only your alpha could, huh?” He started rolling his hips in tight circles, grinding into your cunt, his knot rubbing your clit in a way that had you clenching deliciously around him. “Needed me to pump your sweet little womb full of come, huh, needed me to give you a pup?” 

As soon as the heated words fell from Steve’s lips, he wished he could take them back. He’d heard you beg him to breed you, but that was when you were riding a silicone alpha dick, not when you were seconds away from taking Steve’s knot. 

Mentally, Steve chastised himself for letting his mouth run away from him so soon. He’d barely gotten his cock in you and he was already talking about knocking you up. He didn’t want you to think he was that kind of alpha, one that only wanted an omega to pump out babies for him—even though the thought did make Steve rock hard.

“Sorry, ‘mega,” Steve mumbled, shifting his arms beneath your body so he could cradle your head in one hand, holding you still while he rocked his hips into yours, kissing your cheek and jaw and neck and anywhere he could reach. 

“Sorry for what?” you asked on a gasp, hooking your legs around Steve’s sides and clinging to him so you could grind on his thick cock. 

Thankfully, you didn’t seem turned off or scared by Steve’s breeding talk. If anything, the way you arched your spine and shoved your cunt down on his dick made him think you liked it. But surely that couldn’t be true.

“Didn’t mean to mention pups so soon,” Steve said gruffly, hiding his face in your neck so you wouldn’t see the blush that he knew was turning his cheeks pink. 

“Oh god,” you moaned, your cunt squeezing Steve’s cock as your body writhed beneath his. “Wanna give you so many pups, alpha,” you cried, humping up from beneath Steve’s big body, riding his cock harder than you’d been riding your toy when he’d walked in. 

Steve went cross-eyed at the assault on his senses. Between the perfect heat of your slick pussy gripping his cock, teasing his knot every time you rocked against him, and the sound of your sweet voice confessing you wanted him to knock you up, Steve’s body shuddered with the effort it took not slam his knot home and flood your womb with his seed to give you exactly what you wanted.

“You like that idea, huh?” Steve rumbled, hungry passion and desire coursing through his body and urging him to move faster, to fuck you harder. He pulled out of your fluttering pussy and slammed back inside, relishing the desperate cry that left your lips and the way your fingers dug into the muscles of his arms. “You like it when your alpha tells you how much he wants to breed you?” 

Despite his best efforts, Steve could hear the thread of insecurity in his question, and he wasn’t surprised when you cupped his face and moved his head up so you could look into his eyes. What he didn’t expect was the sheer amount of pleasure and desire in your hazy gaze, or the mixture of sweetness and depravity in the little smirk you gave him.

“I do, daddy,” you said, your voice breathy but no less firm in your resolve. “I want to hear everything you’ve thought about doing to your little omega—want you to breed me, alpha.” 

Everything else in the world melted away as Steve focused on you—his omega, his mate—and the fact that he was going to try his damndest to give you what you wanted. After all, that was his duty as your alpha. You were his to take care of, to provide for, to protect, to cherish—to fuck and to knot. 

You were his to love—you were his to breed. And Steve planned on loving you and breeding you plenty.

You’d never felt anything so good as Steve sinking his thick alpha cock into your weeping cunt, and you nearly sobbed in relief as the edge of aching, burning need finally abated. This was what you needed—not a toy or any alpha’s cock, but your mate’s. Your body and omega instincts had known something was wrong, and it had taken a slip of your tongue to fix it. 

Even if it had been an accident to cry out Steve’s name, you couldn’t feel embarrassed about it, not when you finally felt something like satisfaction. The need of your heat still burned bright beneath your skin, but for a moment, you could revel in the feeling of being so intimately connected to your mate, your Steve—the alpha next door. 

The words of thanks had slipped past your lips before you could stop them, and you loved the teasing way he responded. But then you felt a shift in Steve. He’d seemed to feel guilty for mentioning pups, but even his apology turned you on, making your arousal burn hotter. Your body had been unable to still when you needed him so badly—needed to give him pups, needed to grow round with his child and know that he had claimed you in the most primal way possible. 

Your brain had short-circuited when Steve had said he wanted to breed you, but you’d still heard the anxiousness in his tone and you’d guided his head up so you could look at him. The uncertainty and guilt in Steve’s beautiful blue eyes nearly broke your heart. He was too sweet for words, wanting to make sure you were comfortable with even the words he said in the heat of the moment. 

Between one breath and the next, you fell in love with Steve Rogers. He wasn’t simply the alpha next door, he was your mate, and he was yours. A fierce possessiveness filled your chest as you smirked up at your alpha, determining to show him exactly how much you wanted everything he’d said.

“Want you to breed me, alpha,” you begged on a moan, your hips rising up off the bed to meet the brutal thrusts of your mate. “Fill me up with your pups, daddy, please, I need it!” You held Steve’s gaze, letting him see the pleasure on your face, hear the genuineness of your words. 

You saw the moment Steve’s insecurity and guilt melted into desire and determination. His blue eyes darkened and his face twisted into a mask of sinful resolve. He looked like a fallen god, with his golden hair and tanned skin, framed perfectly in the little bit of morning light filtering in through the skylight above your bed. Your pussy clenched around his cock, fluttering as he thrust inside you, teasing your hole with his knot.

“Don’t worry, ‘mega,” Steve rumbled, ducking down and capturing your lips in a sweet kiss that left you gasping for breath. He pressed his forehead to yours, staring deep into your eyes. “We’re making a baby today.”

“Yes, alpha,” you cried, spreading your legs wider in an effort to let Steve fuck you deeper. He grinned, shifting his hands to your thighs and pushing them up against your chest, folding you in half and pounding you into the bed. 

“Gonna fill up your perfect cunt with all the seed in my balls, and if it doesn’t take today, ‘m gonna fill you up until you’re overflowing with my come—until your belly’s bulging with it,” Steve growled, rutting into you with a ferociousness you never would’ve expected from your sweet alpha neighbor. But Steve’s sweetness was never far from the surface, and he proved it by lowering his voice to a deep rumble that you felt in your belly, asking, “Mm, ’s that what you want, baby, want daddy to give you a pup?”

You were pinned beneath Steve, his cock fucking you so hard, your room was filing with the wet squelching sounds of your soaking cunt and the sharp rhythm of your alpha’s thighs slapping against your own. But still, it was his words that seemed to have the most effect on you, turning you into a writhing, needy creature who’d only be satisfied when Steve emptied his balls deep in your cunt. 

“Yes, alpha,” you cried, your fingers clinging to Steve’s shoulders, digging into his warm, golden skin while he fucked you into oblivion. “Want you to knock me up, wanna give you a pup, wanna grow big and round with your child and feed you both from my milky tits,” you babbled, throwing your head back and screaming when Steve’s cock hit against your cervix, pleasure and pain swirling like an inferno in your body. “Please, daddy, god, I need it, I need it—knot me, breed, me, Steve, please!” 

“Baby,” Steve groaned, capturing your lips in another kiss while he rutted into you faster and harder, his knot pressing against your tight hole with every thrust and teasing you with the stretch of it. “You’re gonna get a pup, alright,” he growled when he pulled away, pressing his forehead to yours. “You’re gonna pop out a kid for me and then I’m gonna fill you right back up.” Steve moaned, his body shuddering and you knew he was close. “Wanna watch you bounce on my cock with your belly ripe and swollen with my pups, your tits heavy with milk—the prettiest mommy and mate an alpha could ask for.” 

“Steve,” you sobbed, wrapping your arms around his shoulders to hold him close, kissing him and thrusting your hips up to meet his. “Please, make me a mommy, alpha—wanna be a mommy, please, daddy, daddy, please!” Then your lips were too preoccupied with Steve’s, kissing him messily in between desperate moans while he fucked you hard and fast. 

Finally, Steve pulled back and thrust forward with so much power, his knot pushed inside your tight cunt and you screamed in pleasure, the feeling of his thick bulge stretching your tight hole sending you over the edge into the most earth-shattering release you’d felt in your life. It was a transcendental experience, coming on your mate’s cock, your alpha surrounding you and filling you up in every way possible.

As your body squeezed Steve’s cock, he groaned loudly in your ear, burying his face in your neck while his hips stuttered against yours, trying to fuck you with his knot but unable to move because your bodies were locked so tightly together. Then, with a moan of, “my mate,” you felt the moment Steve began to come. His cock twitched deep inside your cunt, a warmth filling you as he shot rope after rope of come against your cervix, filling your womb.

For a long time, the two of you stayed locked together, riding out your releases in each other’s embrace. Giggles and moans filled the room, each of you kissing the other wherever you could reach while you basked in your pleasure together. You breathed in the scent of Steve, your lips dragging up and down the column of his throat while he kissed your neck and shoulder and just beneath your ear, making you shiver. 

Eventually, when the squeezing of your cunt was reduced to a flutter and your body had milked every last drop of seed from Steve’s cock, the two of you settled. Your heat had abated for the moment. Though need still burned low in the core of your body, reminding you it wasn’t over just yet. 

But you had a bit of a respite, and you took the time to revel in you newfound mate. Turning your head, you pressed a kiss to Steve’s cheek, which was flushed pink with pleasure.

You felt Steve’s smile against your skin and then he was rising up so you could see the full blush that tinged your alpha’s cheeks. He looked so sweet and ruined, his blond hair a mess, his blue eyes bright with satisfaction, a deeply smug smile on his plump lips. 

“Feeling better, ‘mega?” he asked, though there was so much male satisfaction in his tone, you were certain he already knew the answer. 

Still, you liked seeing this side of Steve. Typically you didn’t like cocky alphas, but Steve looked so hot when he was confident, your pussy fluttered around his knot at the sight of his smirk.

“I am, daddy,” you said softly, smiling up at your alpha, enjoying the way his smirk deepened as you confirmed what he knew. You couldn’t help but stroke his ego a little more. “Now that you’re here to take care of me.”

Steve’s eyes softened and he pressed a heated kiss to your lips. “Good,” he said when he pulled away. Then his arms were wrapping around you and he rolled onto his back, dragging you with him until you were splayed across his broad chest, your bodies still locked together by his knot. 

It would deflate soon enough, but you reveled in the feeling while it lasted, snuggling into Steve’s arms. Sleep called to you, but Steve was still moving and you when you opened your eyes, you found him reaching for your stash of provisions on your bedside table.

“Gotta eat and hydrate, baby,” Steve murmured as he unwrapped a protein bar and began feeding it to you. Even though you were exhausted, you knew he was right and you let him feed you, only sitting up when it was time to gulp down some of the sports drink he offered you. “Good girl, ‘mega, doing so well for your alpha,” Steve said, praising you while you ate and drank.

When you were done, Steve tossed the empty wrappers and bottles back onto your bedside table and relaxed into the many pillows on your bed. You settled down on his chest, your body sated in every way possible, muscles going loose when your alpha began to purr. 

“Thank you, alpha,” you mumbled, the urge to sleep more insistent since you were fed. Steve’s hands smoothed down your back, tracing your spine lightly with his fingertips in a way that made you melt even further into him. 

“Don’t need to thank me,” he grumbled, pressing a sweet kiss to your temple. “You’re my mate, ‘m gonna do everything I can to take care of you—and our kids.” He added the last bit like it was an afterthought, but you knew Steve meant it, and your heart warmed at his protectiveness. 

You smiled into Steve’s warm skin, nuzzling into his neck beneath his jaw, breathing in the scent of him—the scent of home—but his words made you remember something you should tell him. 

“Steve, ‘m on birth control,” you murmured sleepily, pressing a lazy kiss to the thick column of his neck. “Thought you should know.” You snorted a little, laughing at yourself for the silliness of your last statement, even though it was true.

The rumble of Steve’s purr changed as he chuckled, his strong arms tightening around your waist for a moment before he grabbed a blanket and pulled it up over your cooling bodies. “Figured, ‘mega,” he rumbled, his voice so warm, you could hear his smile. “Doesn’t mean ‘m gonna stop picturing you round with my pup, even if it’s a while before that happens.”

“Mm,” you hummed in acknowledgment, then pouted as you processed his words. “As long as it’s not a long while,” you muttered, hardly listening to what you were saying because you were so close to sleep.

Steve chuckled again, his hands squeezing you lightly. “It’ll be as long or as short as you want, baby,” he assured you in a gruff voice that was thick with just as much tiredness as yours. “I’d give you a pup today if I could.” 

You smiled, your heart filling with emotion, and pressed your lips to your alpha’s neck. You might’ve been exhausted, but it didn’t stop you from murmuring the words your heart urged you to say, “I love you, Steve.” 

Steve’s purr deepened, and he held you close, no hesitation in his voice when he said, “I love you, too.” Your alpha brushed a kiss to your cheek and smacked your ass very lightly. “Now rest, omega, we still have to get through the rest of your heat.”

You fell asleep with a smile on your face, feeling safe and protected and satisfied in the arms of your mate, your bodies still locked together by Steve’s knot. You never would’ve expected anything to come of your crush on your neighbor—and you never would’ve expected he’d be a perfect fit for your desires, let alone your mate. 

But, you knew the two of you were going to live a happy life together—and you couldn’t wait to spend every moment of it with the alpha next door.

#CT 2024 raffle entry #steve rogers #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers smut #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x you #steve rogers fic #steve rogers fanfic #alpha steve rogers #alpha steve x omega reader #steve rogers au #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers one shot #chris evans #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans smut #chris evans characters #mutual pining #idiots in love #omegaverse #witchywithwhiskeywork

[damnyoucully]

Friendly reminder that Steve and Bucky probably have absolutely wild Brooklyn accents. Maybe it’s mellowed out over the years but sometimes, woild, goil, woist, poifume. Cwafee. Wourder. Fugeddaboutit.

#1940s stucky #stevebucky #stucky #prewar stucky #brooklyn idiots #otp brain rot #circa 1918 #star spangled ding dongs #english dialects #it’s just his neurosis that oughta be coibed he’s psychologically distoibed I’M DISTOIBED #steve rogers #bucky barnes

[perlmutt-perl]

Oh, look, Mom and Dad are at it again. Poor Clint...

#stony #tony stark #steve rogers #steve x tony #stevetony #fanart #marvel #captain america #iron man #perl does art #avengers assemble #aa stevetony #idiots in love

[unknowndrone]

Scott: so are you two dating?

Y/N: No, we’re just partners

Scott: So dating?

Y/N: We work professionally along side each other

Scott: Hope and I are partners, we’re dating.

Y/N: that doesn’t mean anything, Scott

Scott instantly realizing: Got it! I’ll give it a few more weeks

Y/N: Wha-Scott no!

#wanda maximoff x reader #carol danvers x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #steve rogers x reader #peter parker x reader #bucky barnes x reader #loki x reader #Tony stark x reader #scott x hope #text #fix your window idiot

[aagiijxbls]

Words from @buvkys

#bucky barnes #steve rogers #stucky #wintershield #artwork #marvel #steve and bucky #Idiots #SixthsenseforSteve

[zenaidamacrouras1]

Now posting weekly-ish on AO3:

History of American Capitalism

A Stucky College AU by ZenaidaMacrouras1

A College AU in which Steve is a small history major and Bucky is the ･✧∘* ✧･STAR QUARTERBACK･✧*∘✧･ Steve is looking forward to his History of American Capitalism Class, though he's not sure what to do about the extremely handsome ✧･Star Quarterback･✧ who keeps sitting next to him during lecture. Look, Steve is just trying his best. Unfortunately, Bucky is too. May include: Jokes. Pining. Thirsting. Adorable boys who don't realize they are in love. References to US cultural events of the 1800s. Information about American football. Adopted sestras getting all up into Steve's business. You don’t have to understand American football or US history to understand the fic.

Rating: E

Word Count: Maybe 70k?

Chapters: 20?

Beta party! All the love to @booksandabeer and my pal tenmilestilts (on ao3 not on tumblr) for all their very appreciated labor and thoughtful comments that make me like all my fics more.

#stucky au #stucky fanfic #stucky fic #steve rogers x bucky barnes #wintershield #idiots in love

[denebolablack]

Tony: *To Bucky* You cannot shoot every single person I've dated that you don't like!

Bucky: *Raises an eyebrow*

Tony: Okay, you technically can, but you shouldn't. Come on, Steve! Help me out here!

Steve: *Amused* Idk babe, you always tell him to use his free will, and that's exactly what he is doing.

Tony: *Frustrated* I'm so done with both of you, absolutely done.

Bucky: Don't say that doll *Pushes the genius into his lap* I'll behave if you spend some quality time with us, ¿hm?

Tony: *Squints* I feel like I'm being blackmailed but I'll allow it just because you're hot.

Steve: *Hugs the pair of brunettes* Oh so you are with us just because we're hot?

Tony: Right now? Yes. Now shut up and kiss me cuz I'm still mad at you.

#they're idiots your honor #tony is so done with this shit #but he loves it #overprotective Brooklyn's boys #Bucky is not guilty at all #steve is totally satisfied with this plot #they're two dumbasses in love with a mastermind #Tony's Brooklyn's boys #super soldiers #stuckony #stony #winteriron #tony stark defense squad #tony stark has a heart #tony stark #steve rogers #james bucky barnes #bucky barnes #iron man #winter soldier #captain america #marvel #the avengers #they protect each other #they're gay for each other #they're in love your honor #theyre so silly #theyre so cute

[lovestony16]

#tony stark #anthony edward stark #robert downey junior #robert downey jr #rdj #iron man #captain america #steve rogers #chris evans #marvel #the avengers #captain rogers #superheroes #superhusbands #i just love them so much #idiots in love #in love with a fictional character #i love them

[imposterogers]

I never realized…… bucky never shoots. the noise is from the rocket launcher, which is why steve ducks. seeing steve and hearing his own name was enough to stop bucky in his tracks. not only did he know the man on the bridge, but it completely overrode all programming almost instantly

#I think this is common knowlege #unfortunately I am an idiot #steve rogers #bucky barnes #captain america #winter soldier rewatch. #catws

[stucky-headcanon-bot]

☺️

#Steves nonstop struggle to show Bucky is his husband #He won't hesitate to call himself Mrs Barnes is #Classic Steve behaviour #Almost married people #idiots in love #steve rogers #stevebucky #james barns #james buchanan barnes #white wolf #chris evans #stucky #bucky imagine #sebastian stan #steve bucky

[no-not-without-you-blog]

Whumptember 6th: Afraid he's Angry

Warnings: Language, Yelling

Prompt by @comfortcap

It wasn’t often that Steve got well and truly angry. He prided himself on being able to keep a relatively level head about most things. While he would sometimes seem impulsive in his actions, in reality, he was just so sure of his morals and beliefs that making decisions to do or not do something came lightning fast. He may get frustrated, or ticked off, but really truly angry? That was something that happened very rarely. 

But hot damn, was he fuming right now. You had made him a Buttermilk pie with pecans on it. It wasn’t something that he had grown up eating but once he had tried it, he wondered how he had ever lived before it. It was crunchy and creamy and sweet. It was what he always asked for and he guarded it like it was gold. He had finished an evening workout with the newest recruits and was going to reward himself with the last slice of pie. He had been saving it for tonight and was excited as he went to the communal kitchen to retrieve it from the fridge. He had placed it on the bottom shelf at the very back with a note on it that it was his and to keep away. However, as he looked around the bottom shelf, it was nowhere to be seen. Trying not to jump to conclusions, he thought that maybe someone might have moved it to a different shelf. He searched the whole fridge from top to bottom but couldn’t find it.

“Goddamnit! Who ate my pie!?!?!” He yelled loudly while slamming the door. He stomped down to Tony’s lab and swung open the door, making Tony and Bruce jump in the process. “Did either of you eat my pie?” They both made shocked faces at him and shook their heads no. He glared at them and then decided that Bruce has a terrible poker face and Tony would gladly own up to it if he had, just to irritate him further. He stormed out of the lab and went on the hunt again. Thor was off world and  Wanda and Clint were still gone on a weeklong mission, so it wasn’t them. Rhodes was allergic to nuts, so it couldn’t be him. He figured the movie room was a good place to look for the others. He stormed his way there and had Friday pause the movie and turn up the lights. He stood in front of Nat, Sam, and Bucky with his arms crossed intimidatingly. “Okay, which one of you assholes ate my pie? I left the last piece in the fridge, clearly marked as mine and to leave it alone and it’s now gone! I swear I ask for one thing!”

“Steve…” Bucky said with an unusual look on his face.

“Don’t ‘Steve’ me! I swear to God Bucky, when I find out which one of you ate it, there’ll be hell to pay!” 

“Steve!” Bucky decided to yell it again, finally stopping Steve’s angry rant.

“What!?!” He yelled. Bucky pointed behind Steve and he turned around. Standing behind him, having just walked out of the bathroom was a very pregnant and very scared looking Y/n. You had tears in your eyes and looked like you were about to fall apart at the seams. At that moment, Steve’s anger deflated and he dropped his head and cursed under his breath.

“I-I’m so sorry. I knew that you w-were saving it but I hadn’t had a single piece and it was all I could think about all day. I’m so sorry, Steve.” By this point you had started to cry and Steve instantly wrapped you in his arms. 

“No, I’m sorry baby. I shouldn’t have yelled like that. Not at anyone and certainly not directed towards you. It’s just a piece of pie. And you and this baby are worth so much more than anything else. If you were craving it, I totally understand.” He sat and continued to comfort you for a few minutes before you finally had the crying under control. “Do you forgive me for yelling?”

You sniffled and smiled shyly. “Only if you can forgive me for eating it.” He smiled and kissed your head. “Already forgiven. Although you can always make it up to me.” Natasha, Sam, and Bucky booed and made gagging noises. 

Steve rolled his eyes. “Not like that.” Then looked to you, winked, and softly whispered, “Although, I am not opposed to that as well.” 

“I just thought that maybe tomorrow you could maybe make a new pie?”

You thought for a moment before answering. “Fine, but I’m going to make two. One for you to hoard, and one for everyone else. It can’t always be just for you, Steve.”

He laughed and then responded. “I don’t see why not? It’s my wife who makes them because I like them. I think they should be just for me.”

“Steven…”

“Okay, Okay. I’ll share.”

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x y/n #steve rogers #steve rogers is an idiot #but we still love him #whumptember

[steveandnatlover76]

Wanda: I heard that Natasha is completely into Steve!

Steve listens intensely.

Yelena: Of course, she is. I shouldn’t say that about my own sister, but she often has these sensual dreams about him. It‘s sometimes hard to share a room with her.

Wanda: If only Steve made a move!

Natasha enters, Steve jumps up.

Steve: Oh…hi, Nat! Say…wanna go on a date with me?

Natasha: Oh…sure, Steve. I‘d love to.

Steve *whispering*: And I won’t make you pine anymore. Promise!

Natasha: Huh? …Okay.

Yelena: We should have done that a long time ago.

Wanda: He just needed the right ideas!

#romanogers #black widow #captain america #natasha romanoff #steve rogers #yelena belova #wanda maximoff #scarlet witch #idiots in love #yelena and wanda are professional matchmakers #domestic avengers #the avengers #my otp

[cuddles-with-dragons]

Avengers incorrect quotes?!

Steve: You disgust me.

Clint: *eating a kitkat sideways* I realize this and don’t care.

Thor: I will send my army to attack! Thor: *releases a dumpster of raccoons*

Thor: You know, there's something weird going on with your face? Natasha: What? Thor: You’re smiling! I didn't know you could do that?

Natasha: I’m never donating blood ever again. Natasha: The second you walk through the door, it’s just one invasive question after another! Natasha: ‘Where did you get it?’ 'Why is it in a bucket?’ I mean, do you want it or not?

Steve: What can therapy do for me that screaming in my car for 30 minutes can’t?

Bruce: There's nothing worse than people using big words they don't understand. Steve: I photosynthesize with this.

Clint: We have a problem. Steve: Let me guess, you caused it? Tony: Gimme a sec, I'm not drunk enough to listen to this yet. Bruce: And it's another Tuesday, your point? Natasha: Would shooting you solve this problem? No? Then shut up. Thor: If you mean the fire, that's our solution to last week's problem.

Thor: If this plan goes down the drain, where should we regroup? Bruce: The afterlife, I guess.

Bruce: I'm gonna need a human skull but you can't ask why. Clint: Only if you also don't ask why. Clint: *pulls four pristine human skulls out of his bag* Bruce: ... Bruce, grabbing a skull: This one will do.

Bruce: Throw lamps at people who need to lighten up, and throw handles at someone who needs to get a grip! Clint: Throw a refrigerator at someone who needs to chill! Tony: Throw scissors at someone who needs to cut it out! Steve: Throw a clock at someone who needs to get with the times! Natasha: Throw matches at someone who needs to get fired up! Thor: Throw a brick at someone to kill them.

Bruce: If you got arrested what would be the charges? Tony: Theft. Thor: Disturbing the peace. Steve: Aggravated assault. Natasha: Arson. Clint: All of the above. In that order, probably.

Tony: Are you trying to give me a fucking aneurysm? Natasha: Pretty sure we all are. Bruce: I wasn't. Thor: I was. Steve: I was trying to stop them, for your consideration. Clint: I just cause aneurysms naturally.

Bruce: Go and tell Tony why you insisted on putting a normal-sized carrot in a bag of baby carrots. Clint: Bruce: Do it, tell him what you told me earlier. Clint, stuttering: I-it's because... th-they need adult supervision... Tony:

Tony: Your smile? It makes my day. Pepper: Your happiness? I live for that. Natasha: A room? Get one. Thor: Hotel? Trivago.

*The Squad is on a hike* Natasha: It’s beautiful out here. Steve: And quiet. Tony: Too quiet. Clint: Did we lose someone? *cut to Thor with a bear in a headlock*

*Something crashes* Tony: Shoot- Steve: *running into the room in a panic* WHAT FELL?! Thor: *walking by the room calmly* What died?

Kidnapper: I have one of your friends. Tony: Which one? I have seven. Kidnapper: The loud, annoying, rowdy one who never shuts up. Tony: Which one? I have seven. Clint, distantly: HEY!!!

Thor: I wasn't injured that badly. The doctor said all my bleeding was internal, that's where the blood's supposed to be!

Bruce: I hate taking off my glasses, because without them, my vision goes from Full HD all the way down to buffering at 240p and I just can't handle that.

Thor: I WOULD DESTROY THE WORLD FOR YOU GUYS! Bruce: Okay, can you do the dishes? Thor: No!

*at a zoo* Thor: What are they in for? Steve: Thor, this isn't prison. Thor: So they can leave? Steve: No, but- Thor, pointing at a meerkat: I bet that one murdered someone.

Bruce: I just want someone to take me out. Natasha: On a date? Clint: With a sniper gun? Thor: Both if you're not a coward.

Thor, Clint & Bruce: *screaming* Natasha: *runs into the room* What's wrong, Bruce?! Thor: Wait, why are you asking Bruce that when Clint and I are also here? Natasha: Because Bruce wouldn't scream unless it's an emergency. You two scream whenever you have the chance.

*Squad reactions to being told ‘I love you’* Thor: Thanks fam! Clint: Oh no. Bruce: *cries* I love you too. Natasha: Sounds fake, but okay. Steve: *A flustered mess* Tony: Can I get a refund?

Thor: *trying to buy a Father's Day card for Odin at Hallmark* Thor: Excuse me, do you have any that just say "You are my dad?" Associate: Well, I- Thor: How about "You impregnated my mother?" Associate: No... Thor: You know what, I'll just get a blank one. Thor: *writes* You are a father. This is a day. Here is a card.

Steve: Accidentally indulged in too much ‘free time’, turns out I've been reported missing for over sixty years and presumed dead by most local and national authorities.

Clint, bleeding out on the ground: Blood loss? No, I know exactly where it is.

Thor: What did you order this morning? Bruce: What do you mean? Thor: I heard you answer the door, and I sensed food.

Clint: .. .----. -- / … --- .-. .-. -.-- (translation: I'M SORRY) Natasha: What's that? Clint: Remorse code. Natasha: I'm even angrier now.

Bruce: Synonyms are weird because if you invite someone to your cottage in the forest, that just sounds nice and cozy. But if I invite you to my cabin in the woods you’re going to die. Tony: My favorite is explaining the difference between a butt dial and a booty call. Clint: It’s called connotations. Steve: Try this one on for size, “Forgive me, Father, I have sinned” vs “Sorry, Daddy, I've been naughty." Natasha: Great news! Language is now banned!

Loki: Twilight Sparkle was the main character because she represented the element of friendship— Clint, tied up: PLEASE, I JUST WANT TO SEE MY FAMILY AGAIN! Loki: I'M NOT DONE! Loki: And Rainbow Dash was the sporty girl—

Natasha: I’d kill someone if you asked me to. Steve: I’m pretty sure you’d kill someone even if I didn't ask you to.

Tony: Hoodie pockets are so great. I can fit like three sandwiches and a grenade in there and my hands are still warm.

Clint: We need a distraction. Steve: Is anyone here good at jumping up and down and making weird noises? Thor, whispering: My time has come.

Steve: Do you have a bobby pin? Natasha: Yeah. *searches in her hair* Natasha: Oh, no, wait. I’m not a nine-year-old girl.

Bruce: New challenge! Don't say stupid shit for 24 hours!

Bruce: So oxygen went on a date with potassium, it went... OK. Tony: I thought oxygen was dating magnesium, OMG. Bruce: Actually oxygen first asked nitrogen out, but nitrogen was all like NO. Clint: I thought oxygen had that double bond with the hydrogen twins. Natasha: Looks like someone's a HO. Tony: NaBrO. Steve: I'm done with all of you!

#the avengers #tony stark #natasha romanoff #clint barton #bruce banner #thor odinson #steve rogers #loki laufeyson #pepper potts #avengers shenanigans #marvel incorrect quotes #fucking idiots

[stuckysnugglebutt]

Ok, so I just did a brief A03 search, and I didn't get any hits, so I am presuming this doesn't exist yet.

I'm gonna need someone to write a Captain America and BBC Ghost mash-up. It could be set during CATFA, and the Howling Commandos could be quartered at Button House during R&R in England or between missions for the SSR when they are reporting/coordinating with Col Phillips, et al.

This obviously needs to be a Stucky fic. They could meet the Captain while he is alive and stationed at Button House. This would open up some interesting convos/interaction among the Captain, Stucky, and Havers.

The potential for a time jump to the present day is there as well. Cap (with or without Bucky post WS) could revisit Button House on a mission or to stay at the B&B (or both). Then, he encounters the Captain as a ghost in the present day, which has the potential for a lot of great scenes.

Anywho... there you are writers....a great scenario/writing prompt for you. Go forth and write b/c I need this badly in my life!

#stucky #bucky barnes #steve rogers #captain america #chris evans #sebastian stan #givecaptainamericaaboyfriend #mcu #what if...? #catfa #post catws #bbc ghosts #ben willbond #six idiots #crossover fic #ao3 fanfic #fan fic resources #fan fic writing #fan fic writers #i can do this all day

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We’ll cross the bridge when we get there

The avengers and shield agents together struggling on a difficult save the earth mission

Steve: *worried* what are we going to do about the giant freaking monster headed for us when we can barely keep away the small ones

Natasha and Clint: we’ll burn that bridge when we get there

Daisy: Don’t you mean cross the bridge when we get there

Phil, Melinda, Maria and Nick, whom all had to deal with their shit: No they do not

Natasha and Clint, with flamethrowers somehow: No we do not

Sorry I haven’t been able to post good stuff lately. I have a lot more on my plate with PSLE this year

#avengers #marvel #clint barton #natasha romanoff #steve rogers #phil coulson #nick fury #maria hill #melinda may #daisy johnson #agents of shield #fire #flamethrower #they are both idiots