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gatorbites-imagines · 6 months

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Kinktober day 18

Steve Rogers + title kink (daddy, sir, etc)

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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underwhelmingalchemist · 1 year

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"If they didn't want me to break the law, they should have made better laws." -Steve Rogers, probably

#every version of steve rogers views the law as a vague suggestion #whether or not it should be followed depends on its moral consequences #marvel #mcu #steve rogers #captain america #catfa #cacw #catws #steve rogers headcanon #captain america headcanon #marvel headcanon #mcu headcanon #incorrect quotes #incorrect steve rogers #incorrect mcu quotes

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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

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

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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that-headcanon-girl · 1 year

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Being Steve Roger’s best friend

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...

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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palettesofrenaissance · 1 year

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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

#tfatws #sarah wilson #cass wilson #aj wilson #face claim #tfatws headcanons #captain america headcanon

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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

#if i worded things badly or misused the language btw pls lmk i am learning #i speak #steeb #stefanie rogers #transgirl steve #transgirl #trans steve rogers #captain america #steve rogers #captain america au #captain america headcanon #trans headcanon #marvel #mcu #trans history #transgender history #lgbt history #fic prompt

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gatorbites-imagines · 4 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

Headcanons

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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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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#agere positivity #agere safe space #age regression #agere little #agere boy #agere community #headcanon #captain america headcanon #bucky headcanon #marvel #marvel headcanons

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underwhelmingalchemist · 1 year

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Pillow princess Steve Rogers

#that's it that's the post #steve rogers #steven grant rogers #captain america #marvel #mcu #steve rogers headcanon #captain america headcanon

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tuiccim · 4 months

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Pickup Game

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Word Count: 3509

Warnings: Flirt, Fluff, Smut, Oral (f rec)

Summary: An after party game of pickup lines leads to a confession and an even more fun night in bed.

A/N: Special thanks to my hype princess & beta reader @whisperlullaby.

The after party of just Avengers and close friends was in full swing. Drinks and laughter flowed as you enjoyed each other's company.

“Okay, okay. Your best pick up line! Let’s have ‘em!” Clint yells over the most recent spate of laughter. “Tony, whatcha got?”

Tony smirks before opening his arms wide and declaring, “I am Iron Man.” He grins as everyone heckles him, “What can I say? Works every time!”

“Really?” Pepper raises an eyebrow.

“Used to! Used to work,” Tony backpedals. “Rhodey, save me here, buddy!”

“Okay, okay,” Rhodey laughs as he glances at Natasha who is standing by him and tugs at his sleeve, “Feel my shirt. Know what it’s made of? Boyfriend material.”

"Nice," Natasha scoffs.

"Let's hear yours then!" Rhodey huffs.

"Ever had a White Russian?" Natasha asks, holding up her glass.

"No," Rhodey looks at her suspiciously.

"Want to?" She says seductively.

Rhodey chuckles, "Smooth. Okay, Clint, what've you got?"

Clint bats his eyes at Sam, standing next to him and says, "Well, here I am. What are your other two wishes, big boy?"

Sam laughs while rolling his eyes, "So, what you guys are telling me is that you have no game?"

"Give us your best then, Rocket Man!"

"You know, dating is a numbers game. So, can I have yours?" Sam grins.

"Boooring!" Tony heckles. "Steve, what's your favorite?"

"I've never been good with pickup lines. That was more Bucky's territory," Steve tilts his head towards the dark-haired super soldier.

"Thanks," Bucky says sarcastically, "I'm a little out of practice with pickup lines."

"Aw, come on, Buck, give it a shot," you pipe in and then try to hide your embarrassment at having drawn attention to yourself. Even though you hoped he'd test out the line on you. Your attraction to the man was undeniable and you'd harbored a crush since you'd met him. You leaned back against the wall with your hands behind your back and raised your eyebrow in challenge to him.

Bucky's face betrayed a moment of discomfiture before he straightened his shoulders and stepped over to you. He placed a hand on the wall above you, leaning in with a small smirk, "If I told you you had a beautiful body, would you hold it against me?"

You could hear some chuckling and comments in the background but it faded as you stared up at Bucky. God, he was fine as hell and you were doing your best to control your erratic heartbeat.

"Sorry, doll, that wasn't very good, huh?"

You don't know where the gall came from but, before you realized what you were doing the words slipped out of your mouth. "Don't worry, Buck, I'm not big on being picked up. I prefer to be pinned down." Your eyebrow raised as you said the words and you smirked, bringing your glass to your lips for a sip.

Bucky's jaw drops as the room erupts in laughter and cheers. Tony crows, "She wins!"

Clint laughs heartily as he agrees, "Hands down!"

After a few moments, you reach up and close Bucky's mouth, “And to answer your questions, yes, I would,” you whisper with a wink as you walk away.

A little while later, the party was winding down and you decided it was time to slip out. Your nerves were getting the better of you. Thoughts ran amuck as to what Bucky thought of you and whether the attraction you felt was reciprocated. He’d been in a conversation with some of the guys since the game ended and you hoped to catch a glimpse, some sign of mutual interest but now you were walking away with your tail between your legs. God, what must he think of you and that brazen comment.

Hitting the button for the elevator, you berate yourself for thinking you ever stood a chance. Your head snapped up when a deep voice whispered, “You know, you have a beautiful body.”

Grinning, you turn and press yourself against Bucky, “Is that so?”

“Yeah,” Bucky smirks at you. Without warning, he stoops and picks you up as if you weigh nothing.

“Bucky!” You squeal as the elevator doors open.

He carries you in, hitting the button for his floor with his elbow, “Don’t worry, doll. I know you aren’t big on being picked up but I’ll have you pinned down soon enough.”

You raise your eyebrow at him, “It was just a line, Buck.”

His confidence falters for a second, “Oh, uh-”

“Don’t worry, baby. I wouldn’t have said it if I didn’t mean it,” you smirk.

“Oh, you’re naughty,” Bucky laughs.

“I prefer ‘playful’.”

“I like playful,” Bucky adjusts you in his arms so that your back is pressed to the elevator wall and your faces are at the same level.

You use the opportunity to wrap your legs around him and look at him expectantly.

“Can I kiss you?” He asks.

You’re surprised by the request after the way he’d handled you. It warmed your heart that he would seek your consent and you couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face, “Please.”

The kiss is intense. He presses into you as his lips move over yours. His tongue slips out seeking entry and you oblige him immediately. You separate only when the elevator dings your arrival. He lowers your legs gently and takes your hand. Leading you down the hallway, Bucky says awkwardly, “I, uh, was kind of surprised when you, um, said that tonight.”

“What? The pickup line?” You tilt your head as you look at him.

“No, the… thing you whispered afterwards.”

“Really, why?” You thought your feelings for him were fairly obvious.

“I mean, I’m a mess and you’re so put together. I just,” he shrugs, “kinda thought you were out of my league, ya know.”

“No,” you laugh, “no, I don’t know. I have never thought of myself as put together. Thanks for that but I’m kind of a mess, too. I think we all are in our own ways.”

“Yeah, I guess that’s true,” Bucky smiles as he opens his door and guides you in.

You suddenly feel awkward as you walk inside the room. The passion displayed in the elevator had mellowed as you walked and talked together into a camaraderie. You were unsure how to get back to it.

“Would you like a drink?” Bucky asks as he comes up behind you, his lips brushing your neck and his hands caress your hips. You jump a little at the unexpected contact.

“I think I had enough earlier,” you breathe, heat pooling between your legs.

“I haven’t had enough, I haven’t had nearly enough. I need another taste,” Bucky says as he turns you around to capture your mouth. You oblige him willingly, snaking your arms around his neck as you arch into him.

Abandoning any reserve you would normally have, you reach for the buttons on his shirt. He reaches for the zipper of your dress but his hands still. You pull back to look at him curiously.

“You’re sure?” He asks.

You smile and pull the tails of his shirt from his pants while saying, “Barnes, if you don’t get me naked and pin me down, I will never forgive you.”

He pulls you against him forcefully, grinning as he pulls down your zipper, “We can’t have that.”

Clothes are discarded quickly as he backs you to the bed. Bucky slides his hands into your panties to grab your ass and you gasp when he picks you up. Laying you on the bed he pulls your panties off. You expect him to follow you down but instead his eyes take a slow path up your body. Propping yourself on your elbows, you resist the urge to cover yourself but tremble as he studies you. He smiles, grabs a discarded t-shirt, and rips the bottom half from it. Your eyebrow raises at the display.

“And what do you plan to do with that, Sgt. Barnes?”

His smirk as he advances has butterflies dancing in your stomach. He grabs your arms, twists the shirt around your wrists, and hauls them above your head as he pins you to the bed.

“Happy now?” Bucky rumbles as he kisses your neck.

“Almost. I’d like these off,” you use your legs to pull at the underwear he still has on, “and an orgasm or two would be nice.”

Holy shit, you don’t know where this confidence had come from. Maybe because Bucky wanted you. Maybe because of whatever drink that was that Natasha had handed you. Whatever it was, you were enjoying the results.

“Only one or two?” Bucky teases as he nibbles along your clavicle. “I bet I can do better.”

“Is that so?” You gasp as his tongue plays over your nipple.

“Mm-hm,” he murmurs before plucking at your other nipple with his lips. He lets go of your hands that are still bound above your head as he slides his tongue down your stomach. Your breathing picks up when he reaches your navel and proceeds to kiss his way down to your mound. Your eyes screw shut to take in every sensation. When he spreads your legs further apart, you feel the contrast of warm skin and cool metal on your thighs. Anticipation builds, making you lick your lips and you can’t help the whimper that slips out when you feel a gentle finger trace your slit.

“Fuck,” Bucky whispers reverently before his tongue follows the same path as his fingers. His metal arm curls around your leg and he rests his hand on your abdomen, effectively holding you in place as he explores your folds. It was almost unbearable, the way his tongue slid around to touch everywhere but where you needed him most.

“Bucky, please,” you whimper desperately.

His chuckle rumbles against your core. His fingers replace his tongue, taking the same lazy path. “Poor baby, am I not giving you what you want?” His finger tip barely grazes your clit and you whine. “Are you feeling needy?” His finger circles your entrance and his tongue gives the softest lick to your clit. Your hips flex, desperate for more friction, making Bucky press his metal hand more firmly against you. “I like seeing you like this.” Another small lick to your clit. “Wet, under me, and so desperate.”

“Bucky, pleeeaase,” you can’t keep the whine out of your voice. You don’t think you’ve ever been quite so turned on and the teasing was making you a writhing mess.

“Say please again and maybe I’ll give you what you want.”

“Please!” the word rushes out of you. His fingers and tongue driving you mad.

His tongue moves slowly, lapping back and forth over your clit while his finger still teases. It’s maddeningly delicious but not enough at the same time. He holds your hips hostage, not allowing you to move. You mewl with each motion of his tongue over you, your body on fire and screaming for just a little more until your mouth opens to plead, “More! Oh, god, I need more!”

Bucky lifts his head, a devilish smirk across his mouth, “Oh, precious, you didn’t say please. We’ll have to start all over again now.” His finger goes back to tracing the slow path over your cunt.

“What?” You gape at him as he plays with you.

“You didn’t say please, doll,” Bucky repeats, allowing his lips to brush over your thigh, far too far from where you wanted his lips.

You felt like crying. You felt like screaming. You felt like ripping off your bindings, flipping him over, and riding his face until you came all over it. Unfortunately, you knew you’d never overpower him and, if you were really honest with yourself, this little game he was playing was hot as fuck. You’d never been treated like this and he had made you a gushing mess.

“I’m sorry, Bucky. Please, please, I need more,” you whimper at him with doe eyes, hoping for a reprieve.

“You need more, precious?” Bucky’s finger grazes lightly over your clit.

“Oh, please!” Your hips try to buck against his hold but he merely chuckles as he holds you in place easily. His finger circles your clit slowly as his tongue takes a meandering path up your thigh.

“Please, baby, please!” You whine as he makes his way back to your apex and are rewarded when his tongue takes the place of his finger. His motions are still slow and deliberate while his finger brushes over your entrance again causing you to clench around nothing. Desperate for more, you start to say the one word you know will earn you some relief, “Plea- OOH!!!-” In the middle of your plea, his finger had entered you and he sucked on your clit suddenly. “Yes, fuck, please, please, please…,” the word became your only mantra as he fucked you with fingers and tongue. Your legs began to shake and then he curled his fingers into that perfect spot, making bright white flash before your eyes and a scream rend from your throat. You came hard, your muscles clenching. Your legs try to close but Bucky’s broad shoulders between them keep you open to him. He laps at you through the aftershocks.

“Fuck, I could stay here for days,” Bucky groaned. His fingers curled slowly as his tongue made gentle licks.

You gasped and moaned, words and thoughts hard to come by in the haze. “Bucky,” you finally manage to whisper his name as if it was the sweetest endearment.

“I know. I know, doll. Don’t worry, I’m not done yet,” his mouth nuzzled you as he said the words. Flicks of his tongue came closer together, “I need another one from you, precious. Gotta hear you make those sweet sounds again.”

“Bucky, oh, fuck. Please, it’s so good,” you gasp the words out, nearly overstimulated and yet still desperate for his touch.

“You know how hard I am hearing you say that?” Bucky groans against your clit, vibrations coursing through you. His tongue begins moving faster, making swift circles.

“I… I- fuck. Please,” you stutter, unable to form sentences anymore. Bucky’s fingers curl more firmly into that spongy spot inside and your back tries to arch despite his arm holding you firmly in place. He was moving his tongue as if his sole purpose in life was to make you fly into a million pieces. You were a whimpering mess, unable to form words and so close to the edge again. When he growled against you again, your eyes flew open and you looked down your body at him. His cobalt eyes met yours and the intensity in his gaze was a hit straight to your core. Your muscles began to spasm as you watched him, so focused on your pleasure and aroused by your responses. Your scream is stifled by the overwhelming intensity of the orgasm that rips through you. Your hands flex around the bonds that hold them in place.

As Bucky kisses his way back up your body, you manage to come back to yourself… mostly. You wanted to touch him, to hold him against you, to run your hands over his body. You attempt to untwist your hands from the scrap of t-shirt but the deceptively loose looking knot doesn’t budge.

“Bucky, baby, please can you untie me?” You whisper.

Bucky had paused at your breasts to show them some attention. They were deserving of the most reverent of worship in his mind. His tongue traced your nipple before he spoke, “Why? I’ve got you tied up, pinned down, and perfectly on display for me.”

“I want to touch you, please,” you gasp as he takes your nipple into his mouth to gently suckle.

“Hmm,” he muses as he makes his way to your other breast, giving it the same loving attention. “If you’ll answer a question for me.”

“Anything,” you sigh, enjoying each motion of his mouth over you. You feel the rumble of his chuckle at your quick response.

“How long?” He asks.

You slide your leg to brush against his cock, still covered by his boxer briefs before saying cheekily, “I didn’t bring a measuring tape with me but I’d say more than adequate.”

Bucky lets out a small moan at the contact and then chuckles, “Not what I meant.”

“Then what did you mean, baby?”

“How long did I waste not having you in my bed?” Bucky asks as he brings his face level to yours.

“You mean, how long have I wanted you or are you asking how long I’ve liked you?”

“Both,” Bucky narrows his eyes but gives you a small smile.

“If I’m really honest, I’ve always wanted you. You’re kinda hot, ya know?” You smile and bite your lip.

“And the other?” Bucky asks, flexing his hips into you so that his hard cock nestles between your legs.

You gasp and arch into him, “About five minutes after meeting you.”

“Seriously, when?” Bucky scoffs gently.

“You were so sweet and a little self-conscious and I just adored you,” you nudged his nose with yours, encouraging his lips to find yours. He kissed you, long and lovingly, while he released your hands. You both seemed to settle into each other as your hands explored, finally free. The heat began to return, hips flexing into each other, craving the friction, but before things got too carried away, you cradled Bucky’s face in your hands and forced him to look at you. “How long?” You repeat his question.

“Always,” he whispers passionately before taking your mouth again.

It was all you needed. You reached for the band of his underwear, wanting nothing left to separate you. You managed to get the offending garment off of him and circle his cock with your hand. He takes a sharp intake of breath and then groans. Definitely more than adequate, you think to yourself.

“Doll,” Bucky presses his forehead to yours, “I need to be inside you.”

“Oh, precious, you didn’t say please,” you tease him, rubbing the head of his cock through your slick. Your core aches to be filled but you can’t resist the chance to tease him just a bit as he’d done to you earlier.

Bucky chuckles, “Knew I should have kept you tied up.”

You rub the head of his cock over your clit and whimper loudly in his ear, “I still haven’t heard it.” You pump him in your hand but still won’t let him slip into you despite his attempts to maneuver his hips.

“Fuuuuck, please!” Buchy growls, sending a jolt of pleasure through you.

You waste no time lining him up with your entrance. He presses in a few agonizingly slow inches before grabbing your hands and hauling them above your head. He stares into you as he growls out, “I should pin you down,” he sinks in a little more, “and tease you mercilessly.” His hips slide slowly forward until he’s fully seated inside of you. “But I don’t think either of us would survive it right now.” He slides out a couple of inches before snapping his hips forward, taking your breath away. He sets a slow but driving pace, staring into your eyes as he fucks you. His hands slide down to hold your face and he kisses you fiercely, his thrusts coming a little faster as he does. You wrap your arms around his chest, pulling him to you, sliding one down to grab onto his ass. You encourage every movement, the drag of his cock tipping you closer to the precipice.

He buries his face in your neck, whispering praises and encouragement, “Shit, you’re squeezing me so tight, doll.”

“Bucky, fuck, I’m gonna-,” your breath catches as you fall over the edge. Your body sings as you come, trembling and moaning with each wave.

“You’re so fucking pretty, doll. So fucking pretty,” Bucky grits out as you clench around him. It only takes a few more sloppy thrusts for him to lose himself inside you. His hips flex with each aftershock that hits him.

Rolling to his side, Bucky pulls you against him. You nuzzle his chest as you both catch your breath. Despite the lethargy settling over both of you, Bucky's hands wander continuously over your skin and you bask in the attention.

“You'll stay, won't you?” Bucky whispers.

“I don't know,” you say sleepily, “Do you hog the covers?”

Bucky chuckles, “I'm pretty good at sharing.”

“Mmm, then I'll stay,” you yawn and a little giggle escapes you.

“What?” Bucky smiles at your mirth-filled eyes.

“That's the first time a cheesy pick up line ever worked on me,” you giggle again.

“I'll have to come up with some others. See if I get lucky again,” Bucky laughs as he kisses the top of your head.

“I'd say your chances are pretty good,” you smirk at him, “But maybe next time, I should be the one to pin you down.”

“Only if you say please, doll.”

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babyjakes · 4 months

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help me hold onto you.

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event | kinkmas 2023

prompt | sex pollen

pairing | steve rogers x avenger!reader

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

word count | 1,356

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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