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gatorbites-imagines · 5 months
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Kinktober day 18
Steve Rogers + title kink (daddy, sir, etc)
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Reader kinda inspired by Wolverine in this.
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You couldn’t remember the first time you had met Steve Rogers, when you had lived for over a hundred years, you had a habit of losing track of such things. But you remembered he was a small scrawly asthmatic little thing, ready to take on any injustice that crossed his path even if it had him put in the ground way more times than he ever actually succeeded.
You had already been over a hundred at the time, you had taken part in multiple wars, seen how America was built from the ground up going from colony to country, and you had settled down there just for somewhere to be. You still traveled the world, you didn’t really have anything else to use your time on, but you always found yourself returning to what was now Brooklyn.
You had just returned to Brooklyn from a trip across the pond, that meaning you had returned from Europe. It was all experience that told you that war was brewing again, you had taken part in the first and felt no interest in being part of the second, you just wanted to take a break. Now, the war hadn’t broken out yet, but you could feel it in your bones.
That was how you found yourself in the alleyway for the first time, as a couple of guys were ganging up on some scrawny pale blonde who looked like a strong gust of wind was gonna knock him over. You acted on instinct, never standing much for injustice, knocking the fellas on their ass and sending them running from your size and glare alone, before you pulled the skinny guy to his feet.
He had looked like he was ready to start swinging on you too if you tried anything, you had liked that, that spark in his eyes. One thing led to another, and the two of you found yourselves sitting on a curb in some less populated street, sharing a bottle of alcohol. Now, alcohol had never had an effect on you, but you liked the taste, but it had left Steve stumbling and red faced.
He hadn’t told you where he lived before, he got too wasted to tell you, but you hadn’t wanted to leave him there on the street. That was how Steve found himself waking up in your apartment, which was spartan at best as you had little care for physical possessions. Your relationship with Steve bloomed from there, you even met Bucky who didn’t seem to know what to do with you the first time he saw you.
But time passed, and you felt drawn to Steve in a way you hadn’t felt for anyone in a long time, and it was clear to your knowing eyes that Steve felt the same. He wasn’t gonna tell you that though, you could tell, unlike him you didn’t have any doubts about yourself and your sexuality though. One night when it was just the two of you, you had leaned in and kissed him, the scrawny guy almost jumping out of his seat.
But as it seemed to hit him that you were kissing him, he had thrown his skinny arms around you and crawled into your lap with a desperation you’d rarely find anywhere else. He had little experience as he kissed, Steve having to disconnect your lips at multiple times so he could catch his breath, his asthma making it impossible to kiss him as deeply as you wanted.
His health made it impossible to ever truly go too far in you relationship, as you didn’t want to push his already weak body further than it could take. It didn’t keep you from kissing all over his frail ribs or licking out his hole as he shivered and moaned in that gasped raspy way only Steve could.
That was the first time the title left his lips, a gasped short cry of “daddy” as he came against his chest, his hands grasping onto your wrist as you rubbed his chest with your thumbs. He seemed embarrassed for about a second, unsure of how you would react, that was until you dove in with even more gusto than before, leaving him to tremble even more as you pushed him over the edge again.
After that, that title became something important to the two of you, something muttered behind closed doors when no one was around. Even after he entered the super soldier program and almost rivaled you in size, he was still your boy, and you were still his daddy. You hadn’t wanted to join up in the second world war, but seeing him run off on his own, the protectiveness in your chest as wailed and you followed.
It was only after everything, after you lost him to the ice that you realized you had never actually told him about your powers. You hadn’t said anything before he got the serum because it was unbelievable and you wanted to keep him safe, and after the serum, everything had moved too fast, and it just never seemed to be the time.
And so time passed once more, you sold your old apartment and the few things inside, except for the sketchbooks left behind by your boy and ring he has said was his mothers wedding ring, when one night you had been cuddling in bed dreaming about a world where men could marry one another. You started wearing it on a chain around your neck, as a symbol of your loyalty to your boy, even though your time was short.
There was no reason to join the X-men, it was just something you did. Logan was like yourself, and youd run into each other multiple times over the years, so when he asked if you wanted to join up, you thought “why not” and became part of the group of mutants. You weren’t as active of a member as the others, rather sticking to the background and doing your own thing, joining the fight when you needed too.
At some point the X-men became too much for you, maybe it was because you were so used to always being on the move, so with a farewell party, you parted on good terms. Youd come to their aid if they needed it, but you knew it wasn’t where you were meant to be, and so, you started traveling again.
You were in Asia at the time when you saw the news, Captain America coming back to life, saved from the ice. It was hard to tell how you got from Asia to New York, or why you even went back, maybe he didn’t want to see you again or was ready to move on to the future. It wasn’t hard to find the apartment they had set him up in, Stark, that was, not SHIELD. It wasn’t a secret that SHIELD wasn’t to be trusted, it was why you disappeared into the wind when Stark and Peggy started building it.
Maybe a part of your brain had given out, the logical part at least, as you knocked on his door, almost nervously brushing your fingers through your beard and hair. You hadn’t styled it in a while, there hadn’t been a need too as you traveled the world. But now that you were standing here you felt inadequate to appear before you boy.
He seemed cautious as he opened the door, and it took a moment for recognition to flash through those pretty blue eyes of his. His eyes widened and his expression softened in disbelief, it wasn’t your name that left his lips, but a tiny whispered “daddy?” that did, tears welling in his eyes as he didn’t seem to believe what he was seeing.
Stepping towards him, the door fell shut behind you as you wrapped your arms around each other, holding on with the strength only a super soldier and mutant like you could, deep sobs leaving Steve as he cried into your shoulder, a shaky “daddy, daddy, daddy” leaving him as he tried to get as close to you as possible, like you were gonna disappear if he let go.
His hair was soft between your fingers as you ran your hand through it, kissing him deeper than any kiss in the past had ever allowed, letting him suck desperately on your tongue as he seemed to grow restless, his hands finding their way up under your jacket and into your shirt, rubbing at your hairy scarred torso.
You guys didn’t even make it to the bedroom, or even the couch, clothes pulled off or even ripped with little care as you tumbled to the floor with a thud, Steves noises as high and whiny as you remembered him all those years ago. A deep part of you felt desperate for his touch, you thought you had lost him forever but now here he was, healthy and bright as the day you lost him.
Steve almost looked like he was gonna start crying again when he saw the necklace around your neck, still carrying the ring you had saved all those years ago. A warbled “daddy” was drawn out of him as he kissed the spot on your chest the ring rested on as he clambered on top of you.
After all these years he could finally have you inside him, and it was all you both had waited for as he rode you, as inexperienced he his kissing had once been, but neither of you seemed to care as you just gripped his hips to lead him. You were over 200 years old, but never in all your years had you seen something as beautiful as Steve on the woes of pleasure, moans and whines of pleasure, “daddy” being repeated almost like a prayer.
Even as he came Steve didn’t seem to want to stop, and your mutant genes and his super soldier serum allowed you to keep going for multiple rounds, giving your boy all that he had missed during the years he hadn’t been able to take you because of his health, hands grasping, and lips locked in passion that the future finally seemed to allow.
It took a while, but you got the two of you dragged to his bedroom and onto his bed, holding your boy close as he sighed a soft “daddy” against your neck as he clutched onto you like he still didn’t dare to believe that you were truly there. You guys would have to talk about it all at some point, some time soon, but right now all that mattered was holding your boy, and all that mattered for Steve was being held by you, his daddy.
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"If they didn't want me to break the law, they should have made better laws." -Steve Rogers, probably
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graceloveswolves · 1 year
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“ok great! i was wondering if you could do a Steve Rogers type of one w it would be like to date him type that’s more male partner aimed?” Requested by @ddspam
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Dating Steve Rogers Would Include…. (Steve Rogers x Male partner)
- Steve not caring what anyone thought about his sexuality
- He was bullied a lot regardless growing up, and he was always true to his character
- so naturally he wouldn’t shy from hiding his preference even in the 40s when it wasn’t widely accepted
- and you can bet that he would stand up for anyone else that was gay if he saw them being mistreated
- he does not like bullies
- however he still gets nervous when approaching you for the first time
- he makes sure you were also into guys before even trying to make a move on you, not wanting to make you uncomfortable
- holding doors open for you
- definitely see him as more of a dom/top he gives off that energy
- man lives for cuddling, especially spooning
- he is usually the big spoon
- not being shy of PDA at all usually having his hand on you majority of the time if not holding hands
- he’s a very compromising person, if there was ever a disagreement/argument he’d want to hear you out and then find a way to meet in the middle
- he would NOT let any mission get in between his relationship with you
- he’s very respectful of your beliefs and feelings
- loves to talk to you about each other
- or just to talk in general he loves connecting with you
- probably a lot of star spangled man with a plan jokes
- watching old clips of him beating up “Hitler”
- Steve letting you throw his shield
- Steve giving you tips and tricks on how to throw his shield
- he’d plan cute little dates with a nice cooked meal and roses
- with music playing the the background and slow dancing in the kitchen
- leaving little love notes by the bathroom/bedroom mirror for you to wake up to if he leaves before you
- or casual “how did I end up with the most handsome guy in th world” note posted on the mirror just so you don’t doubt yourself
- when you guys are home he has an old radio from his days that plays soft music around the house when you guys are just relaxing
- he will help you with anything that you need or even don’t need help with
- handyman type boyfriend, door creaking? Fixed. Want an extended bathroom? On it. He’s very helpful making your home just the way you two want it.
- he is also very proactive, making sure the house is clean and in decent shape if he’s not out avenging
- most definitely has a few wonderful art pieces representing of LGBTQ+ hung up in his house
- he is very much your defender and will defend you from something as little as a spider to as big as the hulk
- king of consent
- even after you say yes he asks just to make sure and never wants you to feel pressured
- taking you out to eat anywhere you want/to do anything you want when he’s not avenging
- “That’s americas ass” turned into “that’s your ass”
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multific · 2 years
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Lucky Woman
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Sam Wilson x Reader
When facing real danger Captain America was the strongest, and most willing to jump into place and fix the situation.
But this, this challenge was something the great Sam Wilson never wanted to face.
Standing perfectly still, the items in front of him seemed to laugh into his face.
He stared intently as if he looked intimidating, they would give up. But Sam wasn't the kind of man to give up first.
After what felt like an eternity to him, and five long minutes for the shop assistant, she finally gathered her courage to go over to the man.
"Sir? Do you need help?" asked the young woman, who squeaked like a mouse when Sam turned to her, she looked frightened, and Sam softened his expression.
He held a hand out and as if he was saying "DUH" he pointed at the shelf next to him.
The woman looked at his hand and then at the shelf of goods.
"Do you need help choosing pads, Sir?" asked the woman but his expression said it all. 
He needed more than help, he needed a detailed explanation why were there so many options. As a man with a sister, Sam was still not the best knowledgeable on the topic.
Tampons and pads in all sizes.
What did sizes mean anyway? Surely not the lady parts?! 
"What does she usually use?" asked the kind lady but Sam couldn't even make a noise.
To the woman, this was an almost everyday occurrence. 
Men come into the drug store, looking for tampons or pads but having no idea what to get.
But to Sam, he rather face Thanos again if it came down to it. Thanos or an angry wife if he gets the wrong thing.
"Next time, take a picture of the box or call her now? I can help you and give you the normal ones, but I'm not sure if it's what she uses."
Call you?
NO.
Sam was a proud man. And again, Thanos sounded not too bad right about now. He was honestly contemplating making up a story about a robbery or something just to tell you why he couldn't buy you the things you needed.
But no, Sam Wilson was a man. No way a couple of female products can defeat him!
But a picture wasn't such a bad idea.
"What does-Hm. What do women usually get?" he ended up asking.
"Depends."
Great. That wasn't a straight answer.
Why were there so many options?! And why after 5 years of dating from which he spent 3 married is this the first time he has to face the female products aisle in the drug store?
He probably should just accept defeat. He probably should just give up and call you as the lady suggested but then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw it.
The unmistakable purple box. The box he moved out of the way when looking for his shave or hidden condoms at the back of the shelf.
He grabbed it like a man who just found their lost child.
"This is it." he said.
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As he entered the house with bags in his hands, Sam kicked the door in. He could hear the TV was on. 
"Hey Baby." he said as he entered the room, catching you as you sat with a blanket around you as you watched some random series.
"Hii."
"I got your things and I'm making dinner, how does meatballs sound?"
"Perfect." you followed him to the kitchen as he started to put things away.
You pulled out the purple box, Sam smirked.
"I'm surprised you knew what I use." you said and he laughed a little.
"I'm Captain America, tampons have nothing on me." you laughed as you leaned close to kiss him.
"Tampons and good food? If I didn't know any better I'd say you are trying to get some."
"Oh, later maybe, you do have cramps don't you?" he said, this answer way too serious for you joking tone, but you didn’t mind, he was right, you were having cramps.
"In a couple days, Mr Wilson I'll make you the happiest man alive, I swear." you said as you pointed at him with the box.
He laughed, "I already am, Baby."
"And I'm the luckiest woman." you kissed him again before heading back to the couch, letting him cook, you'd come back a couple minutes later to check on him.
Sam let out a long sigh. Bullet dodged. 
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kaslynspeaks · 11 months
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Headcanon that Peter and Steve continue to call each other "Queens" and "Brooklyn"
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Being Steve Roger’s best friend
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A/N: steve is honestly one of my favourite characters bc he is so kind and if I could be his friend in real life I definitely would! Sadly none of us can so i wrote some headcanons about what it would be like to be steve’s  sweet, introverted and bookworm bff! Enjoy!
you constantly make fun of him
i mean who can blame you he’s hilarious and he doesn’t even know it
he’s also your best friend
and he’s very strict
that means no cussing, violence only when needed, pls eat and get enough sleep
basically  he’s the only authority figure you have in your life
and since you’re already 25, sometimes that gets on your nerves
you love to (playfully) mock him
steve: damn!
you: sTeVe wAtcH youR mOUTH oKAY!
steve: oh just shut up y/N!
you: hey! noT IN THAT TONE YOUNG MAN
steve: *rolls eyes*
steve is like a mom
no bc he literally is
when you’re going out he always carries the most absurd stuff with him
band aids, inflatable chairs, reese’s puffs (yk bc of sweets and sugar which gives you concentration and totally not because he’s addicted to them), double sided tape (adhesive on both sides cause you never know), tweezers (again you never know) and so much more
he is also the kind of friend who always listens to your problems and actually has great solutions 
yk, a mom
whenever he comes over to your apartment, he randomly starts cooking something for you because he knows that sometimes you forget to eat 
whoopsie
between missions and stuff things just get stressful and you don’t like to cook so you just forget about it until you get hungry 
you try to hide your hunger, sneak an apple out of the conference room’s kitchen, steve notices, gets slightly angry and cooks you something
I mean, it works for you
steve is definitely the extrovert who adopted you as an introvert
steve is a really sophisticated, serious, honest, superhuman and reliable man and you’re just the shy, sweet and socially anxious bookworm also with superpowers who he drags to social events
he does not like going to parties without you
so he always begs you to go with him
and even though you HATE parties you still go with him bc how can you resist his puppy eyes
this man is good at convincing
and you always leave when you start to get overwhelmed / overstimulated
you constantly try to find steve a woman
“look, steve, steve, stEVE! you see that woman over there? Isn’t she cute?
but he just laughs and says:
“Y/N, you know I’m not looking for a relationship right now.”
“I know Steve, I just don’t want you to be alone so much.”
“I have you!”
and honestly, you’re more than enough for him <3 
in a positive way of course
sure you can be annoying when you start rambling about your books but steve secretly loves it
when you go on missions, he’s always surprised about how strong and courageous you actually are
because when you’re not currently fighting the evil, you’re probably sitting on your couch reading a book and eating ice cream
preferably alone
or with steve
when you’re not doing that, you’re training, of course
but never usually with the others, you like doing it alone
otherwise you feel watched by the other avengers and you know they’re not doing that but sometimes you feel a little judged by them
bucky, natasha, bruce, sam, thor, wanda
they’re all so strong and sometimes you just feel a little weak
which you’re not
anyways since you’re always training alone steve and the other avengers never actually see how good you are 
(which also makes them contemplate sometimes if they should keep you on the team because you’re always isolating yourself and only spending time with the team when needed)
so they are always very surprised on missions but also proud of you
some people assume you and steve are a couple because you’re so close
you’re often seen together 
going to the theme park, getting dinner, getting ice cream, you wearing his hat, going to karaoke bars together
it could be interpreted as “very suspicious”
and the press thinks so too
but you could never be together because ew and again, steve is like your mom and you’ve just known each other so long
they just can’t deal with the fact that you’re just friends
you especially don’t like that they treat the avengers like a soap opera
whenever the press sees you in public steve just tries to shield your face or walk in the other direction
you have a ritual that you always cook or bake something together on weekends
since steve always cooks for you, you wanted to learn some recipes too in case he gets sick
which is rarely the case because he’s a supersoldier
but when he does, you are able to make some soup for him without burning the whole kitchen down
he’s also protective of you
when you’re on missions he always keeps an eye on you
he knows you can handle yourself
it’s just that he could never lose you
you’re his best friend after all
and since you’ve never really had a man in your life like a boyfriend or another guy friend or a brother
he’s very confused when sam tells him that he likes you
but he wants you to be happy so of course he plays matchmaker for the two of you
when you get married, steve is your best man of course
and you’re the one who’s the happiest for him when he goes back in time to spend his life with peggy and returns as an old man
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astheskycries · 1 year
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Thank you!!! And I have to go Steve please!
You got it! Soft Steve tickles coming up, though I admit this became more of a head cannon than the Drabble I was expecting to happen...
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Now if there's anything Steve loves, it's you. But not just you, as tempting as you are. He loves to spoil you, pleasure you, tease you more than you could stand. He adores making you smile and laugh, and of course his favorite way is also your favorite way. Steve loves to have you pinned beneath him, giggling and squirming as his fingers lightly tease over you- belly, sides, up your ribs and back down to repeat the maddeningly light touches all over again. He kisses over your neck, letting his beard and scruff tease the sensitive skin there- and he left if on purpose of course, he has to have all options ready to please his best girl on her birthday. He won't stop until you're a giggling pile on the floor, ready for him to claim and spoil until well after midnight.
It is your birthday, after all.
I really really hope you like this, and once again happy belated birthday!
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writerjocarroll · 2 years
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Headcanon that Steve is the therapist friend of the group. People go to him with their problems and he listens and smiles and offers good advice. He's always there to give you a hug if you need one and he's always making you feel like he's glad to see and that you're his friend.
And in the earlier movies he has to learn to balance that with finding his own support group. Because nobody sees his pain.
Nobody sees that he worries he isn't helping.
Nobody sees how upset he is when he's not helping someone because for years he based his self-worth on how much he could help others.
Nobody sees that he's crushed beneath the weight of his own PTSD.
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Malcolm Jamal Warner or Michael Jai White would be good actor choices to play the late Mr. Wilson (Cass and AJ's dad) from TFATWS
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faeriecap · 9 months
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Trans girl Steve? Have you posted the fic? 👀
Transgirl Steve!!! I got the idea in response to Captain Carter’s version of the supersoldier origin story, as well Endg*me St*ve’s ridiculous ending, and subsequent AUs which explored the possibility of him returning to pre-serum Steve instead. i’d seen a lot of fem!steve headcanons within the fandom, but these were mostly just gender bends which, if they examined it at all, like peggy!cap, only focused really on what it meant for a cisgender woman to gain empowerment through taking up the shield and challenging stereotypical norms. partly inspired by women’s history during WW2 as well as the life of Christine Jorgensen (more info here), plus other veterans like Patricia Davies, and Louise Jennings, it was going to explore CATFA’s themes of body dysmorphia and normative views of masculinity and femininity leading up to the women’s rights and lgbt rights movements, and what it might mean for a transgender stefanie rogers to overcome not just ableism and sexism, but also transmisogyny on her pathway to becoming cap.
sadly, the fic never really got off the ground because it was something i was working on in between my endgame fix-it series (which i also abandoned) and finishing AWITS. also i was writing it while on the train to work, which wasn’t the most conducive environment, plus i spent most of my time trying to outline the logistics of this happening historically as well as redirecting canon around this narrative. so what i can offer you is the basic synopsis outlining the plot i scrawled down the day i got the idea that has lived in my wip graveyard since 2019 instead:
Closeted transwoman Stefanie Rogers lives in a bigoted time, and wants nothing more but to help her country at war. She tries to enlist many times as a man but is denied entry into the army due to numerous health issues and her size. Unable to apply again without falsifying her forms in some way, she returns in women’s clothing under a new name, disguising herself as a nurse and joining the WAC as an ambulance driver, living openly as a woman for the first time. Discovered by erksine who is impressed with her dedication and abilities, she fakes masculinity to avoid being arrested, claiming it was just a tactic to get into the corps. he discusses a procedure which would permanently alter her body into that of a supersoldier before he dies. she later becomes cap in order to save Bucky, the only person who ever knew her true gender, from the POW camp, then poses as a male captain america until her descent into the ice.
When she wakes up the world is so different and she has nothing to cling to but the mantle and its mythos. despite improved attitudes towards trans people, would they even want captain america any other way? feeling a lot of dysphoria and depression, she goes into denial about her identity, continuing to live as a man.
TWS doesn’t know why he knows the man on the bridge, because Hydra targeted all memories of Captain America, erasing all memories of Steve Rogers. But because they didn’t know pre-serum Rogers was closeted, they don’t erase bucky’s memories of Stefanie, whom he doesn’t recognize as Cap until she says her speech on the helicarriers. thinking she’s been rejected, she remains closeted throughout her search for bucky and civil war, especially as anti-trans sentiments are on the rise alongside the oppressive accords stipulations.
After everything, she realizes erksine knew the whole time and wanted her to become a female Cap, but after he was killed the SSR took another direction, assuming project rebirth was meant to create the perfect male soldier. Feeling trapped, Stef considers running away from it all, letting captain america and steve rogers disappear forever, longing for a time when she wasn’t a recognized public figure. But her mortal drive to help others and do what’s right won’t let her squander her abilities as a supersoldier and stop fighting as long as she can, so she continues to play at being steve in order to keep the shield. the rest of the quartet tries to convince stef she can have both, being out and being cap, but she’s dubious, and after the snap and failing to reverse it, she isolates herself in grief, losing touch with nat until they’re convinced to try again.
Just before the Blip, thanos uses the reality stone to revert captain america to her “true self,” not realizing it would not only deserum her but reveal her womanhood. after tony’s passing, stefanie returns to the 20th century one last time, and realizes it's time to tell the world. back in the present with bucky, she holds a press conference to address why she’s giving the mantle to sam, and comes out as a transwoman in the process, hoping to use her platform to inspire young queer kids and influence positive lgbt legislation.
ultimately, i don’t know if i would be the right person to write this fic. i worried/worry i would inadvertently create an inauthentic at best and offensive at worst representation of this type of story. if i did revisit the idea, i’d definitely want to have at least one sensitivity reader to ensure i was doing the community justice, and do a lot more research into the historical background. i’d also need to brush up on my knowledge of existing captain america canon, lol, because it’s been… a long long time. as it is, i totally welcome any other writers who feel inspired by this to take a stab at it, i’d be happy if my unused ideas came to fruition in some way that was meaningful to others! <3
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ashpostsagain · 1 year
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Could you write a comfort story with Captain America and the Winter Soldier as cgs for a masc reader? If not thats perfectly ok, I hope you have a good day!
Of course I can! I don’t know much on this but I got their personality types! Let’s try and see!
Nightmare comfort~
~TW! Cussing!
“You’re gonna wake them up, damnit!” Cap says, covering your ears staring Bucky down. “What?? It’s not a big deal! I’m sure he’d wanna play anyway!” He says with full confidence. “That’s not the point, they need rest.” You open your eyes slowly, looking up at them, whining.
“Oh look what you did!” Cap says. “mmhn.. bubs..!” You babble, reaching for them. “What happened??” They both say, looking worried and confused. “scawy dweam..! oo wasnt der..” you say, sniffing. Bucky picks you up, and motions for Cap to make you a bottle.
He’s always prepared for everything with you. Having a little bag he brings everywhere with toys, bottles, and snacks. On the other hand, Bucky is never prepared, always taking things head on. He bounces you up and down, “it’s okay prince! You’re okay!” He repeats over and over again, shushing you every once in awhile. Cap brings back a bottle, holding it to your lips while telling you random stories he thought about before hand.
“One time, months back, I was on a mission. I had to defeat evil guys!! They were strong, but no match for me!” You giggle a bit, while Bucky bounces you and takes the bottle while Cap takes the stage! He starts making hand and body motions with every word, making you giggle. “I’m too strong for them, prince! I couldn’t let them hurt anybody!” His hands flowing through the air, moving with his body to form poses that showed off his muscles. Bucky rolled his eyes but stared into yours, giving you the reassurance to snuggle into him. “That’s when I found you! You were there, hiding! I picked you up and when I saw those perfect eyes, I had to have you! That’s when you told me you slipped into little space because of those scary guys! I had to make you my little, prince!”
You doze off, his voice fades and Bucky puts you down to sleep again, both of them hovering over you to make sure you don’t have another bad dream again!
I hope that was okay:) I appreciate your request and I hope to get feedback from you, little one!
Dni: any kink, not sfw/not safe for children, anti-lgbt, anti-agere/petre, and pro ed/sh
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gatorbites-imagines · 3 months
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Dude, Absolutely write more about Steve and his 200 year old boyfriend. I wanna see into their life together more. Does Y/N become part of the avengers? What’s an average day for the two of them? What do the other Avengers think of them together? Has Steve ever called Y/N daddy out in public or in earshot of the other Avengers on accident? How inseparable are they? Anything you can come up with I’ll love man. Your writings so damn good!
Steve Rogers x Male reader
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I was honestly so in love with the kinktober prompt with Steve and his 200-year-old lover, so I got excited when I got this request. Let’s say his hero name is Titan, just to have some old school sounding name.
The morning after your reunion, the two of you just laid in Steves bed, basking in each other’s presence and the fact that you were both alive.
After many kisses, from pecks to deep tongue filled kisses, and after a few rounds of Steve riding you again, as he was so taken with the fact that he finally could, you two finally talked.
You explained to him how you were a mutant, and how sorry you were for never telling him, how it had never crossed your mind to do so. And he apologized for throwing his life away like that, and leaving you the way he did.
Over the next couple of weeks, you stay in his apartment, even when Steve goes out to do avenger work or do stuff for SHIELD. He is always so tense when he walks in through the door, but he quickly finds you and crawls into your lap with a sighed “Daddy”, as if your presence alone is enough to calm him.
During this time, you introduce him to the future better than anyone else is able too, even rewarding him for being such a good student, just for the fun of it. You also end up telling him not to trust SHIELD, as you’ve seen who is involved with it, and what they do.
The Avengers team just assume Steve is uncomfortable with the future, and that’s why he’s always rushing home after missions or meetings, but in reality its to get home to you. When days are too rough, all he needs is you to squeeze him so tight his vision starts blurring and he’s left lightheaded.
He needs his daddy to take him out of his head, to take away his duty as Captain America, and just let him be your boy. Being with you is refreshing in the way that you always see him as Steve before you see him as Captain America, you’ll always see him as your boy before anything else.
The avengers first discover your existence during the attack on New York, as there is no way in hell you’ll allow your boy to run around on his own, especially not when you have more than a hundred years of experience than any of the members of the Avengers.
So, imagine their surprise when you come crashing in on your motorcycle, throw it right at a cluster of enemies, and immediately start tearing through the enemies with extreme skill.
I haven’t decided if you have any powers except for extreme strength, regeneration, no aging, the likes. But if you want, you can imagine the reader having any powers you want.
When everything is done and over with, the team, except for Steve, tenses when you start marching towards them. Seeing how you ripped apart the aliens with as much difficulty as one would a sheet of paper, they are on edge.
That is until you walk right past Tony, right past Natasha, right past all of them, walking right towards Steve. Whose face you take in your hands and start turning him this way and that, checking him over for injuries.
They’re all speechless to a certain degree, some more than others, especially when they see Steve start smiling and blushing like some kind of fair maiden.
Tony pulls a whole “are you guys also seeing this”, especially when you kiss Steve out of nowhere, and Steve almost arches into it, forgetting his shield somewhere on the ground to clutch onto you like a couple in an action movie.
Tony ends up being the one clearing his throat and being all “soooo… you gonna introduce us?” to get Steve and your attention.
Steve almost ends up introducing you as his Daddy, but he catches himself the last second and introduces you as his lover from before the war. When they want to know how you’re still alive, you just shrug and say you’re a mutant and you go by Titan.
After that you just kinda start hanging around the tower, but you aren’t an official part of the team. You don’t want to work for SHIELD, and you don’t want to work for the government. you’re also technically an honorary member of the X-men, a role you take seriously.
You end up getting along pretty well with the rest of the team, as you can take an interest in at least some of the things they are all into. You especially get along well with Tony, when you tell him you knew his father, and that he was a huge tool.
Seeing Steve with a man means that most of them need to change up the mental image they had of Steve, but seeing how happy and domestic you guys are, it’s clear it’s been a long-lasting relationship that just wasn’t in the history books.
If you guys end up rescuing Bucky and fixing him up without the whole civil war situation, you all end up just kinda living at the tower. You have your own apartment in Brooklyn, but its mainly for storage or if you and Steve need to go somewhere without anyone with super hearing nearby.
In the end its Bucky that exposes you guys for your title thing, as Steve has been too embarrassed to do it out in public the way you guys used too, and you respect his wants and needs.
It’s said in a very casual conversation too. Something along the lines of Bucky asking Steve “so, where’s was your daddy going this week anyway?” after you left to help the X-men. It causes a laugh from some of your teammates, as they think it’s a joke, until they see the blush on Steves face.
They’d think it’s just a kink for the bedroom in the beginning, until they start paying attention and hearing Steve mumble it to you when he needs comfort or reassurance. That’s when they learn its much more than just a kink.
It’s a way for Steve to give up all the pressure and responsibilities he feels in his life, for him to feel small and protected, to feel cared for, no matter what mistakes he may make. Its also there to reassure you that you are wanted and needed, that there is someone who loves you so deeply they want you to carry such a title to them.
Most of your team doesn’t really get it, but most of them have probably also seen weirder in their lives. Steve is also still a very private person in that regard, so it doesn’t call you that out in public, and you don’t make him.
Steve does allow himself to be more affectionate and vulnerable with you when your teammates are around, since they to some degree know what kind of relationship you guys have.
Like sitting in your lap on the couch when the team has movie nights, or letting you serve him dinner, or leaning against your chest when you hug him from behind. Or the times he is unsure of what to do in certain situations, and he looks at you for guidance.
Bucky is the calmest about it, since he remembers it from the 40s, and he had been around when it all started out. He didn’t have a title like you did, but he had seen how much comfort it brought you two, so he never questioned it.
So, all in all, the team accepts it as a dynamic you two have that they don’t really get involved with. Your knowledge helps them take down Hydra, and keeps lotsa the drama that happens in the movies from happening. Steves daddy didn’t just save him, but a lot of his teammates and innocent lives. Yay for Steves daddy.
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babyjakes · 3 months
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event | kinkmas 2023
prompt | sex pollen
pairing | steve rogers x avenger!reader
warnings | sex pollen (reader was exposed to some sort of chemical agent that induced a persistent state of hyperarousal.) medical elements (reader is staying in the medbay.) crying (not related to the sexual interactions.) stevie is soooo soft :')). dialogue is soft and sweet, gentle praise and encouragement included. fingering. tummy rubs bc they make me soft. she comes quick! intense, prolonged orgasm. the beginnings of aftercare.
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"Hey, hey- okay. I'm here, sweetheart. I'm here. Just tell me what you need."
Steve's brow was raised in gentle concern as he stood over your hospital bed. Dr. Banner had set you up in a secluded room at the end of the medbay, wanting to give you as much privacy as possible given the nature of your condition. It was still all a bit baffling to Steve; Bruce had shared any information he had available on the mysterious chemical you'd been exposed to out on your mission to a foreign bioweaponry facility, but most of it had gone in one of the supersoldier's ears and out the other. "Persistent heightened state of arousal" was the only phrase he was able to cling to, which still didn't feel like much to go off of.
As he stood there at your bedside, though, those words were all of a sudden making a lot more sense. You were a pitiful sight, really- curled up on your side with your knees hugged up to your chest. Your whole body was shaking, something that tore at your teammate's heart as he came to better terms with the severity of the state you were in. Overcome with obvious discomfort, all you could do was lie there and rub your sore knees together uselessly. Your hands reached out for him needily; in an instant, he was lowering himself down to sit beside you, leaning over you attentively as his face filled with concern.
"Oh doll," he hummed, reaching out to brush back your hair with a steady hand. Your forehead was drenched in sweat, your big eyes looking up at him pleadingly. As another wave of unbearable heat rolled over you, tears were building in your eyes. "How can I help, sweet girl?" Steve was pressing, "Is there anything I can do?"
In a moment of total weakness, you reached out for him again. This was completely abnormal behavior for you. Being the youngest and newest to the team, you were always intentional about maintaining an image of responsibility and restraint. But as Steve sat there at your side, his steel blue eyes looking over you so thoughtfully as he gently offered you his hands, your hijacked mind was fixating on him faster than you could realize what was happening.
"P-please," the weakness of your small voice broke Steve's heart. He nodded encouragingly, wanting to do anything he could to ease your suffering.
"What is it, honey? Hmm? What do you need?" he asked soothingly.
More tears built in your eyes as you failed to generate a verbal response. Instead, all you could do was continue to writhe pathetically. Steve's brow furrowed as he tried to make sense of your movements. "Does something hurt?" You whimpered feebly at his question, shaking your head. "No, then what is it, sweetheart? Can you tell me, or- or show me?"
Desperation drove your every move as you shifted slightly onto your back, your knees falling apart as you brought a shaking hand down to motion over your hospital gown toward where the sensations were accumulating. If Steve was surprised or offended by your admission, he didn't let it show. Instead, he simply nodded, speaking with an understanding tone, "It's bothering you there, darlin'? Do you want me to take a look?"
Your wide, pleading eyes were enough to answer his question. Pausing, he took a moment to consider the best way to proceed. After a quick glance back at the door to the hallway, seeing that the coast was seemingly clear, he gently brought his hands over to lift up the thin fabric of the gown, pulling it back to expose the area you had pointed to. Steve couldn't help but gasp softly as he saw the ramifications for the first time; any doubts he could've had about the compound's strength or effects were immediately shot down as he faced the living, breathing evidence.
"Oh honey," he crooned worriedly, leaning his head down a bit to get a better look. Your pussy was so puffy it almost looked painful. Your clit was swollen to about three times its normal size, pulsating visibly in unison with your heavy heartbeat. Bruce had placed a wide gauze pad beneath you, and it wasn't hard to see why; with the constant state of arousal your body was trapped in, you were amassing an impressive amount of self-lubricant. Face drawn in disbelief and honest fascination, Steve struggled to find words to console you. "Sweetie, what can I do? Let me help you," his voice was swelling with concern. Swallowing hard, his gaze returned up to your face. "Can I-... would it help if I-... you know...?" The sweetest hint of pink rose up in his cheeks.
You were unsure of what would happen if he tried, but with the way your stomach was lurching and spasming in excitement at the mere thought, both you and Steve knew it would be senseless to not at least give it a try. Sensing your mild confliction, the supersoldier took a moment to brush back your hair again as his soothing voice filled the air, "It's alright, doll. Let me take care of you. S'just me, just Stevie. I'll be gentle, I promise."
As he spoke, he gently drew his hand down to begin rubbing at your inner thigh. Letting out a squeak of surprise, your heart jumped at the way his touch immediately sent sparks shooting up through your tangled nerves. "Easy," he hummed lowly, pushing on you carefully to encourage you to open up your legs a little further. Once you were nice and spread out for him, he took another deep breath. "Okay darlin'. Just keep breathing for me," he seemed to be trying to calm his own nerves as much as he was yours.
With the lightest amount of pressure he could manage, Steve carefully brought his pointer and middle middle fingers to sink slightly into your pool of arousal. They didn't linger long, as they then slowly dragged up your wetness to smear over your enlarged clit. The moment he came in contact with your poor button, your world was set ablaze. You had never felt such unbearable heat in your life; it was as if every atom within your core was being blasted into smithereens, an incredible amount of energy and pressure building up inside of you as a result.
"Easy, easy- shhhh," Steve was doing his best to talk you through it, watching as your hands scrambled to grip the sheets below you, your hips rocking in shameless desperation.
"Mm.... mmhh... hhh..." you struggled through incoherent whines. The man brought his free hand over to rub your tummy gently, trying to give you any sense of comfort and safety he could as he continued working the pads of his fingers in careful, steady circles.
It only took a few more moments of the simple stimulation to send an orgasm ripping through you with unimaginable force; as Steve saw your climax hit, his eyes widened, but he was intent on carrying you through it. Needy cunt spasming around nothing, your clit jerked and jolted beneath his tender traces. Your eyes were rolling back in your head, your whole body at the mercy of the waves of pleasure crashing over you.
And you kept coming, and coming, and coming- trapped in the grips of your orgasm for what must have been minutes compared to the fleeting moments you were usually granted. "Good, let it out," Steve was murmuring softly, watching as all your pent-up frustration was slowly pulled from your seizing body.
When you were finally winding down, breathless and slumped against the flimsy mattress beneath you, he was careful to pull his hands away with the utmost care to avoid causing you any further discomfort or unwanted stimulation. As he stood momentarily to find something to wipe his hands with, you let out a shaky whimper. "No, no, I'm here," he quickly returned to your side, retaking his place next to you on the cot. "I'm right here, doll. You're okay. Here, let me clean you up a bit, honey."
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rusted-soldier · 11 months
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Thinking about Bucky in Romania and how every old lady in his apartment building probably adores him because he’s this handsome, strong, man who always helps them cross the street, and keeps those whippersnappers from stealing their purses, and holds the door open, and is just so baby-shaped to all of them.
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