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imtryingbuck · 5 months

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Too Late.

~ gif not mine credit to owner ~

Pairing: Steve Rogers x fem!Reader

Summary: Y/n’s Steves girlfriend and she’s been taken by Hydra, will he get to her in time? Will she want to go with him if he does?

Word count: 2,237

Warnings: angst. cheating. nat and steve are terrible people. pregnancy. miscarriage. tiny mention of being sick. swearing. ending is terrible sorry.

A/N: women aren’t failures or less of a woman if they have miscarriages, unfortunately and sadly it’s a natural thing.

Part 2

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Why he kept doing it was beyond him.

The first time it happened both swore that it was a mistake, second time was a mistake too. The third time was to blow off steam from a rough mission. The fourth time, a mistake.

Now they’ve lost count of how many mistakes there’s been.

They know there’s been too many “this is the last time” before they end up in the same position.

Even though he knew what he was doing was wrong he just couldn’t stop.

When he woke that morning he knew he had fucked up. In the whole time that they’d been fucking he never fell asleep, he always headed home afterwards. He never once woke up with her in his arms. This was intimate, something that they didn’t do. It was just sex. They barely kissed, it was rough, he barely touched her other than her hips or his hand on her head as he pushed her face further into the pillow, further away from his mind - from his guilt.

Finding his phone he jumped up out of the bed his heart in his throat at the 22 missed calls and the one text message. He made her have a number that she would send to him for emergencies. For when she wasn’t or felt safe.

He received the number 4 in-between the many missed calls.

“Shit, baby pick up.” He chanted as he picked his clothes up off the floor and shoving them on in a hurry.

“St-Steve?” A woman’s voice came from the bed.

“Get up. Somethings wrong with Y/n”

“Shit”

Natasha took the sheet to cover herself as she rose from the bed, her too putting her clothes back on in a hurry.

Steve ran out of the room finding the team in the kitchen, Natasha soon following. “H-has Y/n called any of you? Somethings wrong”

Receiving a chorus of no’s his heart plummeted in to the depth of his stomach. Not giving any thought to it he took off running to the garage.

Speeding through the busy streets Steve kept trying to ring Y/n, heart rate going through the roof every time he heard her voicemail. Not even parking the car he jumped out and ran up to their apartment, Bucky and Sam quick on his heels.

“No no no no no” the door was open halfway.

“Y/n? Baby, I’m home…” he tried, Bucky and Sam swore they never heard Steve’s voice sound so small.

Taking small steps into the apartment he has shared with his girlfriend for the past three years he felt like he couldn’t breathe.

The grey couch was tipped on its side, cushions once nearly placed on said couch now lay on the floor. Pieces of glass from the photo frames they had hung up, littered the ground. Trinkets and ornaments belonging to Y/n, that took her ages to get a nice collection going was broken on the floor amongst the mess.

But that’s not what caused him to loose his breath, no, it was the small puddle of blood in the middle of their living room, droplets leading to where he stood and behind him.

Bucky made his way around the wall that was Steve and did a sweep of the apartment in signs of his best friends girlfriend. Sam took off in the direction of where Bucky was calling his name. Five minutes later they both emerged from the bedroom, Bucky holding two things in his hands.

“S-Steve…”

“What are they?”

“A phone…and um, a…a pregnancy test.” Bucky stuttered out, his heart pounding violently.

“W-what does the test say?” Nat questioned quietly from behind Steve as she stood with the rest of the Avengers.

“It-its positive”

No one moved as Steve hunched over and puked up.

Just as he was about to stand the phone started ringing. Bucky answered and put it on loud speaker.

“You’ve been a naughty boy Steven so we took your girlfriend. You have less then… ten hours to find her, hopefully she won’t be too mad at you. Hail Hydra” the voice on the other end of the phone chuckled darkly before hanging up.

“What the fuck is going on?” Tony demanded.

“I-I don’t know, we need to find her. I can’t lose her”

“We’ll find her don’t worry” Nat says as she put a comforting hand on his arm, Steve looked at her hand in disgust and yanked his arm away as if she had burned him.

“Don’t. Ever. Touch. Me. Again.” Steve growled in her ear quietly, even Bucky didn’t hear.

Her head throbbed, her whole body ached and was sore when she finally came to.

“Ah you’re awake, finally. I’m Conrad and I’ll be here to help you through this very tough time”

“W-where am I?”

“With Hydra darling. Believe it or not but you’re safe, I promise”

“Really? You pricks attacked me and you want me to believe you when you say I’m safe?” She chuckled with a head shake.

“I know, that wasn’t suppose to happen but we didn’t realise that one of Captain Americas girlfriends was so feisty, well we knew one was but not you” he says.

“W-what are you talking about?”

“Oh didn’t you know? Weird. Steve has another girlfriend. You know her, Natasha also known as the black widow.”

Her heart cracked but she didn’t believe him, he was a member of Hydra for Christ sake. “Your lying”

“Hold on. Matthews turn the screen on and let’s show our guest where her hero is.”

The bright light from the tv screen she hadn’t even noticed was there, nearly blinded her. Conrad told Matthews to press play, her soul felt like it had died.

There was her boyfriend on six years thrusting in and out of her best friend.

“T-t-turn it o-off”

“No. Look in the right corner where his jeans are, open your eyes and do it Y/n.”

Complying with his order her eyes slowly peeled open and look where he had told her. There on the floor was the jeans she had brought him when he needed some new ones, every few minutes there was a flash.

“Want to know what that is? It’s you, you was ringing him when we came knocking. You was running and hiding ringing for him whilst he was fucking another woman. Matthews fast forward to the best part”

The footage fast forwarded and she saw Steve sleeping and Natasha climbing out of the bed, going to his jeans and picked up his phone she saw all the missed calls but instead of doing anything she put the phone down on the bedside table and climbed back into the bed.

“She’s not very nice is she? She knew you needed him but she didn’t care, that’s not a good friend is it?” Conrad mocked with a chuckle. “D-do you want a drink of water?”

The change in his tone confused her, one minute he was mocking her then in the next he sounded worried.

“H-here, take slow sips. It’s just water, look I’ll take a sip.” He says “see, it’s okay I promise.”

“W-why are you doing this?”

“I’m helping you. I’m not really the bad guy in this Y/n-“

“Why?”

Just as Conrad was about to respond Matthews ran into the room “they’ve arrived”.

“Ah show time”.

“Where is she?” Steve demanded clutching his shield tighter.

“She’s here, didn’t think you’d find us so soon Cap.” Conrad says from where he was stood, a grin on his lips.

“Where is she?” He repeated.

“Bring her in, nicely I don’t want any more harm coming to her”

The team watch as the door comes open from the left side of the room and Y/n came through it with two Hydra agents by her side.

“Doll-“

“How long.” It wasn’t a question but more of a demand.

“What are you talking about?” Steve questions.

Instead of answering him she turned to the others “did you guys know?”

“Know what?” Tony asks.

“Did you know that Steven was fucking Natasha?”

Both Steve and Nat flinch as she calls them by their full names. Natasha slowly backed up as the team looked at the pair.

“D-Doll whatever they’ve told you is a lie”

“I saw it with my own two eyes. How long”

“Doll-“

“A year.”

Steve and Natasha spoke at the same time.

“A…year?”

“It was an accident Y/n/n-“

“Don’t call me that Widow. A year isn’t an accident, did the rest of you know?”

All shook their heads at her question.

“Y/n please, it was a mistake I swear! She means nothing to me.”

Before she could respond Natasha spoke up “I meant nothing to you?”

“No. Please Y/n let’s go home, your pregnant baby”

“Not anymore I’m not. I was two months ago but I lost it, I remember ringing you all night begging you to come home but you never answered a single phone call. Probably with her.” She quickly wiped the fallen tear from her eye as she remembers that night.

The night where her happiness had left her all alone on the bathroom floor, panic raising by the second. Ringing her happiness’s father just for him not to answer, blood flowing down her legs and hands that shook something fierce. She begged and begged for them to come back, promising that she’d do better and be the best mum she could possibly be.

Sadly her happiness had gone away.

Numbly she cleaned up the evidence of her failure, placed the baby onesie she had brought as a present to tell Steve that he was going to be a dad - back in the box it came in, she put the positive pregnancy test in the box along with the sonogram and then neatly placed them in another box, pushing it right to the back of her side of the wardrobe.

Over the next two months whenever she was alone she would take the box out and talk to the sonogram, telling the tiny bean that she loved them. She knew she should of told Steve but she had no idea how to bring the conversation up, she couldn’t bare to see his face light up when she said she was pregnant just to see it fade away when she told him that she had failed as a woman and that it was no longer with them.

To her she was protecting him by keeping it away from him.

“But it doesn’t matter now does it? You guys can fuck off now.”

“No no Y/n please we can figure this out-“

“No. There’s no figuring anything out. You betrayed me, you! I didn’t do anything wrong! You don’t love me no more? Break up with me! You wanted to get your dick wet by some bitch that wasn’t me? Break up with me!” Her voice got louder as she went on stepping further towards him, standing in front of him she felt sick at the devastating look in his eyes.

“I asked Conrad to kill me” she smile sadly at him “you guys need to go now-“

“Y/n baby please I’m sorry, I can be bet-“

“Don’t humiliate me even more please, I’ve wanted this for a while now so please just leave”

Steve opens his mouth but shuts it quickly when the agents of Hydra points their guns at him and his team.

Y/n walks back over to Conrad who leads her through the door they came through. The last thing the Avengers hear is the deafening bang they were all familiar with.

In the two years that had passed since he lost Y/n, Steve stayed far away from Natasha.

The team had only recently begun talking to the pair again, they had lost a friend and to them it was Natasha’s and Steve’s fault.

Steve missed Y/n more than anything, sleep didn’t come easy to him not now not when the memories of his betrayal was always there as a constant reminder. Not when all he remembers is the pure devastation look in her eyes or how her hand glazed over her stomach when she spoke about their baby that they lost - a baby that he did not know anything about.

He had no one to blame other than himself for every time he hears a gunshot he’s transported back to that day he lost everything. Lost his world.

On the other side of the world in a woodland area away from the civilised society sat a lonely small farmhouse, surrounded by a large fence to keep the farm animals inside.

Y/n emerged from the wooden door with a small smile on her face, dressed in her dark blue dungarees that wore a deep green stain on the knees.

She didn’t lie when she said she had asked Conrad to kill her and he had agreed, when they went into the hallway she had fully prepared herself for the bullet to come, to end her life instead the bullet zoomed past her head and lodged itself in the wall.

“I’m not going to kill you Y/n, I-I want to help you leave but you need to stay quiet okay”

“Why are you doing this?”

“I’m not much of a bastard, come on we don’t have long”

Now in the two years since she had left she finally felt at peace, she found herself.

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venusstorm · 1 year

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What about shy!steve rogers?

Just imagine you fresh in your relationship and he is still shy about everything sexual. So one time he is jerk off and moaning your name (while he thinks you are out) but you are home and hear him. When he notices that you see him he is so shy and try to hide his member… but you help him jerk off and praise him.???🤌🏻✨

Shy!Steve Rogers just became my fav. Ty for this <33

Fantasies

Warnings: 18+, smut, masturbation, praise, desperation, degradation, mention of breeding, oral, and ball worship

w/c: 1.5k

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Steve Rogers craves your touch more than anything else in the world.

Even the slightest graze led to thoughts of burying himself inside of you. Your sugary tone as you thread your fingers through his locks always caused him to leak shamelessly into his underwear.

In his sleep, he’d shake with need, nuzzling into your shoulder to quiet his cries as he dreamt of claiming you as his. He’d wake up a sticky mess, gliding out of bed and running an ice cold shower. Throwing his head back against the wall as he slid his hand down his length, thoughts of you sinking to your knees rendering the icy water useless.

“That’s it, angel” he’d murmur, gritting his teeth to muffle his cries as he envisioned your precious lips wrapped around him.

But unfortunately, that shameless side of him had to be tucked away.

You knew him as your sweet Steve Rogers, a man who took three months to ask you out because the thought of you saying “no” terrified him. A man who drops everything the moment you call and carries you back to the comfort of your bed the instant you declare “let’s stay in tonight.”

He fantasized about leaving you broken, your pussy throbbing as he fucked you into the mattress. Shoving his cock down your throat. Getting off to the sound of you choking and sputtering as he releases. Images of tears streaming down your cheeks as he rubbed his balls all over your gorgeous face, his seed staining your skin as a gentle reminder of who you belong to.

He had never felt this way before…and it scared him. It felt wrong to think of you that way, to crave more than your gentle touch. And what if he messed up? He hadn’t been with anyone else in decades so what if you hated it, hated him for not being able to satisfy you?

So he kept those eager thoughts locked away. Promising to himself that you wouldn’t see that insatiable side of him.

But that didn’t mean he couldn’t relinquish control when he was alone.

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Sitting atop the covers, Steve glides his hands over his aching cock. His thighs are spread wide, tip glaring red and dripping with pre cum as his hand travels down his length.

“F-fuck. Feels so good,” he whimpers, chanting your name every time he comes close to release.

His eyes roll back, fingers gliding down his slick shaft as he cries out for your touch. “Need you so badly,” he sobs. “W– want to fill you up. Make my cum leak out of that pretty cunt.”

He grips his heavy balls, tugging at them roughly. Whenever you shot him that perfect smile, he couldn’t resist imagining what you’d look like coated in his seed. Your tongue desperately licking at his balls before he shoves them into your mouth. How he’d jerk off onto your body, painting you into a perfect picture.

“Look so pretty sucking daddy’s balls, baby. Fuck, M’so messy. See what you do to me? Need you to clean it up for me. Suck daddy’s cock for me, angel.”

He swipes his hand over his slit, moaning loudly as another spurt of cum drips down his cock. Steve envisions your pretty tits dangling in front of him, your sweet, intoxicating scent wafting around him.

“I– I can’t stop cumming.”

He apologizes as if you could hear, his eyes clenched tightly as another wave of euphoria approaches.

But little to his knowledge, his cries don’t go unheard.

You inch down the hallway, following the sound of Steve’s alluring groans. You peer through the cracked door, your desperation sticking to your thighs as his moans grow louder.

Your breath halts from the sight of your man sprawled across his bed. He’s heaving, his lips parted and eyes shut. He’s covered in his seed and so were the sheets. The slick noise echoes around the room and you couldn’t help but slide your hand down your shorts.

Steve jerks upwards, a thick rope of cum shooting out towards his chest and nearly missing his jaw. “Please, angel” he begs, shouting your name as if it could magically make you appear.

He thinks about fucking you against every surface in this apartment. Breeding you so full that you’re begging him for mercy. Then he’d sink to the ground, spreading your legs and devouring every last drop.

You inch inside the room, quietly making your way to the bed. Steve’s hair is slick, his face wet with desperation.

He’d leave you wrecked and motionless. But he wouldn’t mind carrying you around his place afterwards, doing everything for you, and treating you like the princess you are. Taking you into the shower, cleaning your body, praising you for how good you’ve been. All to just hike your leg over his shoulder and grind into that pretty cunt all over again.

“Can you cum for me, Princess? Squirt all over daddy’s cock. C’mon, baby. I’ve got you, just let go for me.”

“Baby?” You whisper. Your voice is weak, eyes trapped on his twitching length.

“Mhm,” he murmurs.

You break into a smile. “Stevie?”

His eyes flutter open, the darkness now replaced by the image of his sweet girl. He scrambles for the covers, yanking them over his naked body with wide, frantic, eyes. “I’m so sorry, you weren’t supposed to– I didn’t–”

His cheeks grow red, and his chest is tight with humiliation. How could he be so reckless? He knew you had a key but you weren’t supposed to be here for another three hours. Fuck. This was it. You’d think he was a freak. Steve looks away, fiddling with his fingers as he begs for forgiveness.

“Hey, hey. Shh. It’s okay, baby. I’m not mad.”

But he doesn’t respond. Instead, he shrinks, anxiously spewing out apology after apology.

You strip yourself of your clothing as he babbles on. A smile creeps onto your face as you climb into bed and draw him to your chest.

“I’m not upset, Stevie,” you murmur.

“You’re not?” He whispers. “But–"

You shake your head, spreading your legs until he’s sitting between your spread legs. “My pretty baby. Looked so cute saying my name.” You slide your hands down his chest, kissing his neck softly.

“You could’ve told me.”

He shakes his head, “D-didn’t want you to think of me differently. I’m not good at this. I’m not experienced. I just know what I feel for you and that’s to make you happy.”

“You’ve made me happy every day since we met, Steve. You mean everything to me.”

Steve whimpers as you grasp his cock, uncaring of the fact that your hands are covered in his spend. He’s thick and heavy in your hands, throbbing as you graze his skin. You begin to pump slowly, smiling as he shutters from your touch.

His head tilts to the side to meet your lips and he melts against you, groaning as your pace quickens.

“I’m so lucky to have you. So patient and kind. Sweetest boy in the world.”

You wanted him to feel secure. To know that every thought running through his mind could be said aloud and not spoken in secret. Because truthfully, you were just as desperate for him.

The odds of him walking in on you shouting his name as you came undone were just as high. Fuck, you couldn’t wait to feel him inside of you. His heavy frame crushing your body as he grinds into you, hitting you deep.

His breathing grows heavier as you pepper him with kisses. “You know what I think about, baby?”

“Mhm?”

“How you’d shove that pretty cock into me. Stretch me until shaking. Dumping load after load into my pussy, sliding your fingers against my slit and fucking it all back into me.”

You whine as he moans your name, gripping your free hand in his. “I always cum so hard thinking about how you’d hover over me. Taunting me for allowing you to do whatever you want to my body.”

Steve nearly broke from the picture that you had just painted. He mewls, gripping your hand tighter as your thumb rubs against his slit.

“I’m sorry you’ve been so pent up, baby. You’re always so sweet. So patient. These past few months have been the most memorable days of my life and it’s all because of you.”

“I love you”

“You love me?” He whimpers. It was the first time those words had escaped your thoughts. The relationship was still new and yet, all you ever thought about was how much you loved the man before you.

You nod, “More than anything.”

You love him. His body tenses as you pepper kisses along his neck, whispering praise into his ear as you stroke him sensually.

“I- I love you too.”

Steve searches for your lips once again right as thick white ropes erupt from his cock. His legs shake as he reaches his high. His seed drips down your fingers and pools around his base and eagerly you bring them to your lips, sucking them dry before pressing your mouth back against his.

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couragemydearheart · 3 months

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𖦹⋆ ༘ ☼ 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬.

# 01 — steve rogers x fem!reader # 02 — cw: none, only cute tooth-rotting fluff! set after ca:tws, established relationship # 03 — wc: 1.09k # 04 — a/n: *sing-songy voice* i’m backkk *normal voice* so i know i’ve been pretty much mia for the past few months but i think i’m back for good now. which also means, i'm going to be writing and posting whenever i can, so requests are open again, feel free to send them in!

as for this one-shot (which was originally supposed to be a drabble), i chose stevie to break me back into posting because i love him and he’s steve and i just love fluffy and adorable steve so much. this idea just flowed in as i wrote and i sort of love how it turned out, so i really hope you enjoy! feedback of any sort is always appreciated ♡

steve didn’t usually sleep in. never really had the habit of doing so, and his job with s.h.i.e.l.d. never really allowed him the opportunity either. but it had somehow started happening since he started spending the nights with you. maybe it was the fact that he had finally gotten a free day on the weekend or that he was simply too tired from his last mission. nevertheless, mornings with steve were pretty much one of your favourite ways to begin your days.

so it was pretty weird when you woke up and found steve in bed at 9 a.m., curled up into you and still asleep. the sun streamed in from the window behind him, covering him in sunshine and god, was he beautiful. your breath hitched at the sight of his peaceful expression— no furrows between his eyebrows and no frown twisting his lips— and made the decision to let him sleep in for as long as he wanted and whenever he wanted. you were rather well acquainted with steve’s bad habit for not stopping until he’d run himself completely ragged. sometimes not even then. he could use all the sleep he got.

but you just couldn’t resist pressing your hand to his cheek, thumb gently— just barely caressing the dark bags under his eye. steve hummed lowly but did not seem to stir from his sleep and, pulling your hand away before he could wake, you moved to gently untangle yourself from him.

breakfasts with steve were also an uncommon occurrence with the unpredictability of his job, but the both of you cherished and made the most of every time you got to do things together. even the mundane ones like this.

but just as you began to move, a strong hand tightened around your waist, pulling you back into a firm chest. “where do you think you’re going, sweetheart?”

goddamit.

your heart lurched at the sound of his voice— deep and rich, rough and tired from his sleep. you couldn’t stop a smile pulling at your lips as you turned back around to face him. “good morning stevie,” you hummed quietly, hand raising to press against his cheek.

steve tightened his arm around your waist until you were pressed up entirely into him, and then pressed his face into the crook of your neck. “good morning my love,” he mumbled, “care to tell me why you were abandoning me in bed like this?”

you huffed a laugh. it wasn’t a long shot to say steve got a bit dramatic sometimes, usually when it was just the two of you and especially when he was fishing for some love. “hush, you big baby. i just wanted to go get breakfast started.”

“breakfast can wait, i wanna stay in bed with you for a bit longer.” he moved his face and brushed his nose against yours, before pecking your lips softly. “please y/n/n?”

the world could’ve been coming to an end, and with the way steve was looking at you— golden hair mussed from sleep, the prettiest blue eyes still sleepy but soft as they gazed upon you, and his lips pulled into a tiny pout— there was no way in hell you would’ve refused him.

“alright darling, we can stay in for as long as you want.”

his hand squeezed your hips in thanks before he pressed his face into her hair. he inhaled, his strong chest rising and falling under her hands, and then he spoke, “i hate that we don't get more of such mornings. i can’t get enough of you like this. when there’s no hurry for me to rush somewhere, when it’s just the two of us.”

you sighed quietly. you knew how much steve hated not being able to spend enough time with you because of his job. he always beat himself up over missed dates, movie nights and the time lost, despite you knowing steve couldn’t help it and never giving him any grief over it. besides, you knew steve would never be able to rest without having done his best to help in any situation. that was one of the traits that simply made him so special. something that made him him. plus, he never missed any chance to make up for it, and damn did he do a good job at it.

“i know, my love.” you moved so you could look him in the eyes, rubbing his hands over his shoulders and biceps. “someday, we will get all the time we want for ourselves. but until then, i don’t mind sharing you with the world a bit longer.”

he smiled softly. “i love you, y'know that?”

you hummed your reply and pressed closer before putting your lips to his in a soft kiss. steve made a soft sound in his chest that had your heart lurching in your chest. his hand skimmed up and down your back, fingers spreading wide over the fabric of the t-shirt you’d stolen from him, before they finally settled on your waist again. his fingers scrunched your t-shirt, pulling you impossibly closer as the kiss grew heated; another sound leaving him, this one louder, as your fingers found his hair, nails scratching gently at his scalp. the sound jolted you out of the trance steve’s touch never failed to put you in. you gasped as you pulled your lips from his and ignoring steve’s unhappy whine, you settled back into the mattress after putting some distance between your faces.

“is this why you’ve been trying to keep me in your bed, captain?” you murmured, swiping your thumb on steve’s lower lip as you looked up at him coyly. if staying in bed is what he wanted, you could at least tease him a bit first.

he groaned quietly, squeezing his eyes shut tightly after eyeing the smirk pulling at your lips. what was he doing playing a game he knew he’d never win?

“i was only hopin’ for some snuggles from my best girl,” he murmured, tucking some hair out of your eyes. “but you know i’d be the last person to say no to more, sweetheart.”

“mhm, i see that with your eagerness.” you laughed finally, leaning up to press kisses across his cheeks. hearing a big, burly man like steve ask for snuggles was just enough to crack your resolve. "you can have your snuggles, stevie."

steve chuckled as he pulled you closer and on top of him, and the sound filled your heart with so much love you could feel it vibrating throughout your entire body.

yeah, mornings with steve were definitely your favourite way to start your days.

taglist @demigoddess-of-ghosts (you filled out my taglist form for steve like months ago, so i have no idea if you still wanna be tagged, but i hope this is fine bae <3)

feel free to comment if anyone else would like to be added!

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kanellebullar · 8 months

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#art #kanellebullar #steve rogers #captain america #steve rogers captain america #bisexual steve rogers #character design #redesign

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vilentia · 5 months

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Unshielded Affection

Steve Rogers x reader

In the heart of Stark Tower, amidst the hum of technology and the occasional clank of Iron Man suits, there you were, a new assistant to Tony Stark. Your presence was a breath of fresh air, a contrast to the rigid mechanics and cold steel that surrounded you. And there he was, Steve Rogers – Captain America himself – with eyes that lingered on you a moment too long, a heart ensnared by your grace.

Steve watched you from afar, his admiration a silent sentinel. In his mind, he had already built a world where you were his and his alone – his girlfriend, his wife, the mother of his children. But for now, he was just a man, albeit a superhuman one, hopelessly entangled in the web of his yearning.

"Good morning, Steve," you greeted him one day, your voice a melody that danced through the air. Polite, ever so kind, yet oblivious to the storm you stirred in him.

"Morning," he replied, his voice a rumble, like distant thunder. "You look... nice today."

You offered a smile, unaware of the depth of his obsession, how he craved to claim you as his own. In his eyes, you were perfection – someone who deserved the world, and he wanted to be the one to give it to you.

But Steve's longing was a shadow that followed him, a whisper in the dark corners of Stark Tower. He imagined conversations, moments where he could confess his feelings, but fear held him back. What if you didn't feel the same? What if he was just another face in the crowd to you?

One evening, as the city lights flickered like distant stars, Steve found you alone in the common area, lost in a book. He approached, heart pounding, a battle raging within him.

"Can I sit here?" he asked, indicating the seat beside you.

"Of course," you replied, your eyes meeting his, a galaxy of kindness within them.

They talked, about everything and nothing – about art, about the world, about dreams. And in those moments, Steve saw glimpses of a future he yearned for, a life where you were his.

But as the clock ticked, reality crept in. Steve knew he couldn't keep you in his world of fantasies. He had to act, to speak his truth.

"(Y/N), I need to tell you something," Steve began, his voice laced with a vulnerability rarely shown. "I... I've been thinking about you a lot. More than I should, perhaps."

You looked at him, a hint of surprise in your eyes, but you didn't speak.

"I want you in my life, more than just as a friend. I want you to be mine, in every way that matters," he confessed, his blue eyes burning with a fervor that matched the intensity of his words.

The air hung heavy between them, a moment stretched into eternity. And in that silence, Steve's heart raced, waiting for your response, for the verdict that would either make or break him.

In the stillness of the room, your eyes remained fixed on Steve, absorbing the raw honesty that lay bare before you. The confession echoed in your heart, a turbulent sea stirred by his words.

"Steve, I..." you began, your voice a hesitant whisper, caught between the realms of surprise and an unspoken desire. "I never thought someone like you could... could feel that way about me."

His gaze never wavered, a testament to the sincerity of his feelings. "You're not just someone, (Y/N). You're everything I never knew I was missing. I see a future with you, a hope for something more than just battles and missions. With you, I see a life."

Your heart fluttered, a bird trapped within a ribcage, yearning for the freedom his words promised. A part of you had always harbored feelings for the heroic Captain, feelings you dared not acknowledge until this moment.

Steve reached out, his hand hesitantly finding yours. The contact was electric, a connection that seemed to transcend the physical realm, bridging two hearts with a silent understanding.

"I want to be there for you, to protect you, to love you," Steve continued, his voice a fervent plea. "But I need to know... do you feel the same?"

The question hung in the air, a challenge to the walls you had built around your heart. The thought of being with Steve, of being the center of his world, was both exhilarating and terrifying. To be loved by him meant stepping into a life far removed from the ordinary – a life filled with dangers, uncertainties, but also unparalleled passion.

In his eyes, you saw the reflection of your own fears and hopes, a mirror to your soul. "Steve, I... I do have feelings for you," you confessed, your voice barely above a whisper. "But it's all so overwhelming. You're not just a man; you're a symbol, a hero."

Steve's grip on your hand tightened, a silent reassurance. "I'm just a man when I'm with you, (Y/N). A man who wants nothing more than to make you happy, to be the reason you smile. I don't want to rush you into anything. I just want you to know how I feel."

The room faded around you, the world outside ceasing to exist. It was just you and Steve, two souls laid bare in the vulnerability of the moment. The decision loomed ahead, a crossroads that would define the path of your heart.

In Steve's eyes, you saw a future filled with love, challenges, and the promise of a life less ordinary. And in that moment, you realized that perhaps the greatest adventure was not in the battles fought outside, but in the journey of the heart.

"Steve, I want to be with you," you said, the words a leap of faith into the unknown. "Let's take this one step at a time, together."

And with those words, a new chapter began – a story of love between a hero and the one who had captured his heart, a tale of two souls navigating the unpredictable waters of life, together.

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haflacky · 2 years

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Steve and Tony’s summer days

My art piece for @bettertogetherzine

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a-bucky-a-day · 4 months

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| STEVE ROGERS: CAPTAIN AMERICA (2016) #4

By Nick Spencer and Miguel Ángel Sepúlveda

#bucky comics #bucky barnes 616 #comic panels #marvel comics #bucky barnes #winter soldier 616 #616 winter soldier #bucky #steve rogers captain america #nick spencer #Miguel angel sepulveda

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eightam · 1 year

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Steve Rogers

Captain America (Vol. 9) #3

Art by Alex Ross

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professorrw · 2 years

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Little Rogers

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Pairing: pregnant female reader x Steve Rogers

Request: Could you do one where reader and Steve are in a secret relationship and are pregnant, and the rest of the team don't know that reader exists but when Steve keeps sneaking off they follow him and find out

Warnings: fluff, pregnant reader

A/N: Requests open, taglist open, inbox open! Please like, comment, and reblog!

Steve Rogers was a very dedicated man. He was a focused man. He rarely got distracted. So why was it that his mind seemed to be elsewhere lately? The group could be standing around having a conversation and someone could try to say something to Steve and he wouldn’t even notice. If he wasn’t needed for anything he was just gone. As soon as they returned from a mission he was in a rush to leave. Maybe Natasha was looking into things too much. She didn’t think she was. She was usually right about most things. Something was going on and she wanted to find out what.

Natasha, Wanda, Vision, and Clint were lounging around in the Avengers Tower waiting for Tony, Steve, and Bruce to return. The three men had been in Russia for six days to speak with an ally of SHIELD. Nick had sent them. Well, not exactly. Bruce and Tony volunteered, but Nick really wanted Steve to go. Fury subtly convinced Cap to tag along with the two brainiacs by telling him how eager the ally was to meet him. And Cap was a people pleaser, so he went.

“Why didn’t Thor have to be here again?” Clint asked. He was laid out on the white couch flipping through channels on the flat screen tv. He didn’t think there was any reason for you four to wait on them to return. He arrived at the tower last, hoping he wouldn’t need to wait long. Alas, he had been waiting for three hours already.

“Thor had business on Asgard,” Vision answered. “He wasn’t able to make it.” Vision sat cross-legged on the opposite end of the couch with Wanda tucked into his side. They were reading a book together.

“Figures,” Clint grumbled. He rolled his eyes and huffed. He sat there for a moment longer before he got up and started walking towards the elevator.

“Where are you going?” Natasha asked. She was just as bored of waiting and wanted to stretch her legs.

“Getting some coffee across the street. People watch maybe. You wanna come?”

So they left. The coffee shop across the street had a couple people in there, but it was quiet. Everyone was going about their business, not paying any mind to the superheroes in the room. Natasha and Clint stood in line waiting for their turn to order. They were going to order their drinks, sit around for a little bit until they got bored, order Wanda something to drink, then go back.

The person at the front of the line, a relatively pregnant woman, got her drink and turned to go sit down. She started taking a sip and only a few steps away from the counter a man bumped into her, resulting in her drink spilling all over her. The man backed away and gave her a grimace, “Watch where you’re going.”

Natasha scoffed and spoke up, “You bumped into her you douchebag.”

“Like hell I did,” the man retorted. “She should have been paying attention. Better yet, she shouldn’t have left her house carrying that thing around.” He pointed at her stomach with a disgusted look.

“You know what, I think you need to leave.” Clint walked out from behind Natasha and stood in front of the man. While Clint got the man to leave, Nat went to help the woman.

“Are you alright?” she asked.

“Yes, thank you. He’s probably right; I shouldn’t have gone anywhere like this,” she said, motioning to her large stomach. She frowned slightly but she didn’t seem to be upset about the mess that was covering her shirt or the fact that the man was so rude to her. “I just wanted to get my favorite coffee.”

“Your husband couldn’t have gotten it for you?” Nat asked, incredulous. ‘Men’, she thought.

“Oh, he’s um… at work,” she said. She nodded and looked away.

“Well he should be with you and this bun,” Natasha said.

Thirty minutes later, after helping the woman dry her shirt and getting free coffee in return, Nat and Clint were ready to go.

At seven o’clock at night Steve, Tony, and Bruce finally returned. The group had waited for ten hours and they were not happy. Especially Clint. They kept the debrief short and sweet so everyone could leave as quickly as possible. Steve in particular seemed to be in a rush and Natasha had taken notice. From the moment he stepped off the helicopter his brows were furrowed and his mouth was a straight line.

Natasha being Natasha, she had to know what exactly was causing Steve so much trouble. As soon as the meeting was over Cap told everyone goodnight and collected his bags. Natasha waited a few minutes before leaving too. She followed him from a good distance and waited as he went inside a chinese restaurant and left with a large bag of takeout. She knew Steve had an appetite but god, that was a lot of food for one person.

She continued following him for several more blocks until he arrived in front of a basic apartment building. Natasha had seen Steve’s apartment before and it wasn’t here. He went in and so did she a good amount of time later. When she walked into the lobby she saw that the elevator was headed to floor 5. She waited a minute before she started walking up the stairs to that same floor. When she arrived she peeked her head around the corner and saw Steve going into one of the apartments. Her curiosity was at its max.

She knew that if she knocked on the door and Steve saw her standing there he would be alarmed. It would be pretty obvious that she followed him. Which she did. But was it warranted? Was his behavior enough that Natasha’s decision wasn’t strange? She didn’t contemplate those things for very long before she was there, knocking on the door to apartment eight.

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Y/n was sitting on her couch, about to eat Chinese food with her husband, Steve, when there was a knock on the door.

“I got it,” she said. Y/n stood up slowly and went to the door while Steve protested, but she just waved him off. She turned the knob and opened the door, wondering who would be coming over at nine o’clock at night. Her mouth dropped open when she saw who was standing in the hall. Natasha Romanoff, Black Widow, Steve’s coworker, and the woman that helped her at the coffee shop earlier that day. Natasha seemed to be equally as shocked, standing there saying nothing and just staring back at y/n.

“Honey, who is it?” Steve called.

“Um… come here,” she answered. In a few moments there he was. His eyes widened when he saw who was standing there.

“Natasha?” Steve asked. “What are you doing here?”

“What are you doing here? This isn’t your apartment.”

Steve sighed, “I’ve got some explaining to do.”

“It would appear so.”

An hour, and all the Chinese takeout later, Natasha sat on the couch with her mouth wide open. “So you’ve kept this a secret this entire time? You had a girlfriend? You got married? You’re about to be A DAD?!? This is crazy.” She shook her head in amazement. “Why didn’t you tell us? We could have helped you out?” Natasha asked.

“I didn’t want y/n or the baby to get hurt. I was protecting them.” Steve squeezed y/n’s hand and looked at her with a warm smile.

A few days after Natasha found out about Steve’s secret life he broke the news to the rest of the Avengers too. The response was as good as he could have asked for; they were all ecstatic and happy for Cap and y/n. Less than two months later a beautiful baby boy was born, and it had an entire group of aunts and uncles that couldn’t wait to see him and hold him.

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imtryingbuck · 4 months

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Green paint

~ gif not mine credit to owner ~

Pairing: Steve Rogers x fem!Reader

Summary: babysitting Morgan with Steve gets a little bit out of control.

Word count: 1,637

Warnings: fluff

Masterlist

“The number for the hotel is this one, the number for the restaurant we’ll be at is here, and this is her physicians numb- Y/n are you even listening?” Pepper asks as she notices you staring off.

“Yeah you said the number for hotel, restaurant and the morgue is on this nice fancy piece of paper”.

“You’re hilarious you know?”

“I know, look Pep it’s not the first time I’ve had the pleasure of babysitting Carly so don’t worry”

“Who the hell is Carly?” Tony asks as he walks in with your boyfriend, Steve.

“Umm your daughter, Pep sorry to tell you this but your husbands losing his mind”

“Doll stop winding them up” Steve chuckles coming over to you.

“I can’t help it, anyways I say this in the most nicest way possible but you two leave, eat food that cost way more than my apartment and top it off by having mind blowing s-“

“Alright alright we’re leaving Jesus Christ” Pepper practically shouts.

Tony hands Pepper her coat and purse as he calls for Morgan to come and say goodbye.

“Be good and we love you” Pepper says kissing her daughters cheek.

“Who me or auntie Y/n?” Morgan asks with her eyebrow slightly raised.

“Both.” Tony laughs.

The moment the door closes Morgan grips your hand in hers and drags you to her play room, talking a mile a minute.

“-then we’ll play dress up and then we’ll play with my dolls and-“

“Morg slow down sweetie” you say chuckling at the six year old.

“-and we’ll have nuggets and fries and…where’s uncle Stevie?”

“I’m here sweetheart, I was getting your juice for you”. He says and sure enough he had a juice box and a drink for the two of you.

“Thanks uncle Stevie”

“You’re welcome, so what’s the plan tonight then girlies?”

As Morgan retells her plans to him you stand and watch as the six foot super solider holds a pink bunny teddy in his hands, getting ready to hold the elephant teddy as Morgan hands them to him. You couldn’t help but take your phone out of your pocket and snap a few photos of him.

“What are you doing pretty girl?” He asks you after being handed the elephant and now crocodile teddy.

“Oh nothing pretty boy” winking at him as his cheeks start to turn a little shade of red.

Playing dress ups were done after 30 minutes as Morgan got bored of it.

Then you three played doctors, it was your turn to be the patient. You only went to the pretend hospital with a really bad tummy ache and left with an amputated leg. Thanks to Doctor Morgan and her assistant Steve - I wouldn’t recommend going there, ever.

Playing with her dolls was over with pretty quickly as all the dolls were tired and needed a nap.

Steve left Morgan’s playroom - which looked more like a toy store - to make dinner for the three of you, leaving you and Morgan sitting on the very comfortable bean bags.

“Auntie Y/n can I ask you something?”

“Of course pudding”

“When will you and uncle Stevie have babies?“

Ah the good old question your asked constantly now you’ve been dating Steve for five years. Explaining to adults was easy, it mainly consists of you telling them to mind their own business - not necessarily that politely - but explaining it to a six year old? That’s new territory, she’s never asked it before.

“I’m not sure sweetheart” is all you can say.

“Do you like babies?”

“No”

“Why?”

“Because they’re smelly”

“I wasn’t smelly” she laughs.

“Morg you was the smelliest baby in the whole world!”

Her cheeks puffed out as the smile grew more and more “no I wasn’t”

“I’m not lying to you”

“Auntie Y/n, where do babies come from?”

Oh boy. This whole conversation was throwing you off.

“Aliens” you even winced at your own reply.

“Aliens?” She raises her eyebrow reminding you so much of her father.

“Yep. Aliens come and drop off babies to parents”

“How do they make them?”

This girl was killing you.

“Magic?”

“Magic.” She gives you a deadpan look as you nod.

The second you heard Steve call for you two, you practically ran out of the room.

During dinner Morgan told Steve all about where babies came from and how they were made, his eyes looked over at you and with a straight face you nodded, agreeing with the girl.

“Auntie Y/n uncle Stevie” Morgan’s voice trailed down the corridor.

“What’s up?” You asked as you walked down to where she was.

“It’s time to paint”.

“Oh sweetie I don’t think that’s a good idea” Steve says softly.

It wasn’t. The last time you three painted together things…kinda got a little out of hand. Paint was everywhere. All over the floor, walls and even the ceiling.

Tony and Pepper weren’t happy.

“But please uncle Stevie!”

“Maybe if we do damage control it won’t be as bad as last time?” You asked, the pleading in Morgan’s voice chipped away at your heart.

“Babe, we said that last time”

“It’s okay uncle Stevie. I’ll sit in the corner” you both watch as she walks over to the corner and sits down with a huff.

“I’m not giving in Y/n!”

“Nope neither am I…but she looks so sad”

“Alright fine! But the moment things get out of hand we put everything away okay!”

“Yes yes thank you uncle Stevie your the best”

Steve places a kiss to her forehead and watches as she goes to her paint stand, pulling tub and tub out. “I was talking to you too doll”.

“I’ll behave, scouts honour”.

The three of you had been painting for well over an hour, showing each other your paintings after you finished them.

You were adding the last little bit of detail to your latest masterpiece when you felt something splattering across your face.

“Was…that…what…I…think…it…is” looking up from your work to Steve and Morgan who both sit there trying to contain their laughter.

“I won’t ask again you two”

“It’s paint auntie Y/n” Morgan bursts out laughing.

“I’m sorry doll but she told me to do it”

“Yo-you threw paint at me? Steven!”

“Oh oh you’re in trouble” Morgan sings looking towards Steve.

“Babe, Morgan told me to d-“

You cut him off with flicking your brush at him, leaving pink splashes of paint on his face.

He actually had the audacity to looked shocked whilst you smirked.

Morgan’s laughter filled the whole room but she too falls victim when you and Steve flick paint at her.

All three of you come to a stand-off. Eyes bouncing from one another. Armed and ready with paint. Silently daring each other to be the first one to make a move.

Morgan’s the first one to attack.

Brushes were long gone as hands were going into the larger tubs so you can get your next victim easier.

The screams and laughter fills the whole penthouse.

You stalked towards Morgan who was laughing whilst pleading for you not to get her, you was about to reach out for her when her eyes went wide, bouncing from you and behind you. Her arms went out and she started muttering.

Deciding to look behind you, you see your ever so loving boyfriend smiling at you.

When you see his hands it becomes your turn for your eyes to open wide like saucers and you’re moving away from Morgan.

His hands are dripping in green paint.

"Do not touch me!" You speak lowly.

“I wasn’t”

“I mean it Steve do not touch me!”

“I wasn’t!”

“Back up. Now, Steve!”

Morgan stands there eyes still wide and in fact they somehow grow even more. She doesn’t know whether to laugh or cry. She’s finding the whole situation funny, her aunt and uncle slowly moving around the room - her auntie trying to escape her uncle whilst he tries to catch her - at six years old she’s smart, she knows that if her uncle puts his green hands on her auntie it’s going to take her auntie forever to get it all off.

“I’m not doing anything baby!”

“Morgan…give me some more paint” Morgan listens and finally moves, going straight for the pink paint. “Thanks sweetie”.

“Babe you’re overreacting, I wasn’t going to do anything”

“Ov-overreacting? How dare you!”

Morgan watches as her favourite auntie and uncle move closer to each other now that Y/n had more paint to her hands. Even though she’s six years old she knows, she knows that after tonight she won’t be seeing the pair for a few weeks.

You and Steve were about to pounce on each other when you feel cold liquid drenching the pair of you.

Shocked you look to the side where Morgan stands with a grimace on her face. The now empty tub of green paint tightly held in her hands.

Before anyone can say anything the door comes open and a scream breaks the silence.

Pepper.

“Oh my… I think I’m having a heart attack!”

The three of you had gotten so carried away with the battle you were in that you didn’t realise how much paint was getting everywhere.

It was so much worse than last time.

So much worse.

“That was so fun auntie and uncle, we should do it again next time”

You, Steve and Morgan are in different parts of the room. Scrubbing and cleaning up all the now dried paint off.

“There’s not going to be a next time” Tony’s voice says but looking around the room you don’t see him. “Top left corner” you could practically hear the eye roll he did.

And that’s when you see it. The camera.

“Back to work!”

~ banner credit goes to @sweetpeapod ~

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venusstorm · 1 year

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𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐞

You’re sick and Steve drops everything to take care of you <3

Warnings: 18+, Sick reader, fluff, bathing together/touching but nothing sexual, pet names

Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader

Masterlist | w/c: 1.2K

For: @she-wolf09231982 / Sorry this took so long babes. But hope you like it and hope you’re feeling a whole lot better too!

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Steve frowns down at his phone, his delivered message still without a reply. Typically he spoke to you every sunrise, your gravelly morning voice mumbling out a “have a good day, baby” as he got ready for work, your phone slowly sliding down as you fought to stay awake. He’d stifle a laugh at your little snores, moving away from his phone to not wake you.

Half the time you’d pick up and fall immediately back to sleep. But just hearing the sound of your steady breaths was enough for Steve to prepare for his day. He’d just gawk at your pretty face, whispering about how lucky he is to have you even though you couldn’t hear a word.

But this morning was different. You hadn’t answered any of his calls and quickly worry began to crawl up his spine. His common sense told him “it’s fine.” “She probably just slept through it.” But his heart tugs at him, arguing that something might be wrong.

So instead of heading to the compound, he drives straight to your house and knocks on the front door. But you don’t answer. Instead, he waits silently for a few seconds before calling out your name. “It’s Steve, sweetheart. Open up.”

But when he’s met with eerie silence he digs his hands into his pockets, pulling out a spare key. You gave it to him in confidence, kissing him softly as you placed the cool metal into his hand. “I trust you.”

But Steve had never used it. Not until now.

The sounds of your straggled breathing send him flying up the steps and bursting into your bedroom.

He finds you curled into a little ball, the comforter halfway off your body and sagging into the floor.

“Oh, baby…” he exhales.

“You shouldn’t be here,” you groan. “Don’t want you to…to get sick.”

He shakes his head, placing the back of his hand against your forehead. You’re scolding hot and yet your shoulders shake rapidly with shivers.

“Don’t worry about me, sweetheart. Can’t even get sick, serum made sure of that.”

You try to push him away, but you’re too weak even to move him an inch. “Stevie. Please, I can handle it.”

He ignores your protests. “When’s the last time you’ve eaten? Actually. Forget it, I’ll fix you up some chicken noodle soup right now.”

If you weren’t on the brink of unconsciousness, you would’ve giggled at how quickly he shot off the bed and made his way downstairs. His eyebrows furrowed with determination.

After the sound of a few pots clashing, Steve returns minutes later. “Can you sit up for me?” He asks quietly.

You nod, weakly lifting yourself against the headboard. Steve sits beside you, the bowl of hot soup resting in his hands. “Taste a little and tell me how you feel.”

Steve brings the spoon to your lips, his hand cupping your cheek as you swallow the warm liquid. “Mhm,” you murmur.

It flows down your throat, soothing the pain. “Feels good.”

His teeth shine brightly as he smiles, happily waiting for you to open your mouth for the next spoonful. “M’gonna take care of you all week. Just me and my pretty baby catching up on all our shows until she feels better.”

You fight back tears as he sits the bowl down on your bedside table and kisses your forehead softly. “Need anything else?” He hums.

You grab at his hand, intertwining it with yours. “Just you.”

“Aw, c’mere pretty girl,” Steve mumbles.

You whine as he draws you against his chest, his hand gliding down your back to soothe your pain. “Everything aches,” you mumble.

His lips spread into a small smile as you nuzzle into him, your leg draping across his waist. “I know, sweetheart,” he sighs. “Just close your eyes.”

You do as told, eyes fluttering closed while he strokes your head. His strong arms keep you in place, the warmth of his body putting your shivers on pause. “Hate seeing you like this,” he sighs.

Steve peppers kisses across your shoulders, his hands sliding down your waist and stopping at your thighs. His fingers dig into your skin, massaging it deeply before moving to the next area. He tilts his head, “This okay, Baby?”

“Y-yes,” you whimper. “Thank you.”

The two of you lay against the bed, your body turning around to lay atop his chest. He continues to massage your body, the aching feeling soon starting to vanish. You nuzzle into his chest, eyes shut tightly as sleep begins to cloud your mind.

“Get some rest, sweetheart.”

•••

You wake up in a haze, Steve’s arms still protectively wrapped around your body. He watches lovingly as you stir awake, tilting your head upwards to meet his eyes.

“Hi,” you smile.

“Hi, baby,” he grins. “How’re you feeling?”

You shrug, “icky.”

Moving any part of your body causes you to fall into a pit of exhaustion. You couldn’t even remember the last time you took a nice, long shower. The second you entered your bathroom you were counting down the seconds until you could crawl back into your bed, a hot shower the farthest thing from your mind.

“I know what’ll make you feel better,” Steve hums.

Without hesitation, he scoops you off the bed and into his arms, carrying you bridal style into the bathroom, he sets you down on the counter before heading towards the pristine bathtub.

You watch as he turns on the water, crumbling a bit of your bubble soap into it. It fills quickly, the steam immediately helping your sinuses.

“Arms up, sweet girl.” Steve strips you of your clothing, tossing it into the laundry bin before ridding himself of his own.

He carries your fragile form to the water, carefully sitting down and bringing you to his chest. Your muscles finally relax as the hot water coats your skin. “That feel good? Need it warmer? Colder?” Steve questions.

You smile at his concern, shaking your head no. “It’s perfect. Thank you.”

He kisses your forehead before reaching for a washcloth, dipping it into the water before squirting your favorite soap on top and scrubbing your back. Your head lolls backward as he works, his lips delicately connecting to your skin.

His hands move gently against your skin. “I like this,” he murmurs.

“What? Washing me?” You giggle.

Steve shrugs. “Yea. I’d do it even if you were perfectly healthy. In fact, I think I will. An entire day of self-care for my pretty baby every single week.”

You melt from his words, somehow finding a way to flip around and dig closer to him. You hum against his chest, your eyes fluttering shut from exhaustion.

He couldn’t help but smile as he imagined spending the entire day with you like this. Lounging around, waiting on you, never allowing your feet to touch the ground, desperately trying to make your favorite meals just to somehow fuck it up and order your favorite takeout instead.

Just seeing the dopey smile on your face right now is enough to fuel his plan for eternity.

“I’d do it for you too,” you mumble.

“Hm?”

“Everything that you’re thinking about right now. I’d do all of it for you and more.”

His heart pangs, the overwhelming feeling of love consuming him. “Baby–”

“W-when I’m all better, it’ll be a day just for you. Wanna take care of you, Stevie. All the time.”

His eyes stung with tears as he lifted you closer to meet his lips. You wrap your arms around his neck, the water sloshing as you collide together.

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x you #steve rogers fic #Steve Rogers #soft!steve rogers #steve rogers captain america

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ladysif8 · 10 months

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Between Books and Shields: A Librarian’s Encounter with Captain America

Gift Fic for @cptscarlett

Steve Rogers/Plus Size Original Female Character

Rated: Explicit

Warnings: Smut, Sex Pollen, Comic Book Villian Violence.

Status: Complete

Word Count: 6,843

Summary:

Steve Rogers seeks shelter from a storm and finds himself in the public library, where he becomes infatuated with Violet, a captivating, curvy, redheaded librarian. For weeks, Steve is too nervous to make a move, but fate intervenes, and they unexpectedly collide. What follows is a sweet tale of shameless flirting, tender touches, and smoldering gazes. However, their blossoming romance takes an unexpected turn when they find themselves affected by sex pollen during a confrontation with the villainous Malleus. Though Steve has fantasized about being close to Violet, he never imagined it happening in such a situation. Now, they must navigate the challenges of the pollen's effects together and find a way to rid themselves of its influence.

You can read this on Ao3, Wattpad.

#steve rogers #marvel #plus size character #sex pollen #fanfiction #captain america #steve rogers captain america #steve roger x ofc

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agentxthirteen · 5 months

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Sharon-A-Day, Day 698 (11/29/23)

Captain America: Steve Rogers 3. On sale 7/27/16.

Writer: Nick Spencer

Artist: Jesus Saiz

Letterer: Joe Caramagna

Colorist: Rachelle Rosenberg

Editor: Tom Brevoort

Sharon and Taskmaster don't get along.

#sharon carter #agent 13 #steve rogers #captain hydra #nick spencer #jesus saiz #joe caramagna #rachelle rosenberg #tom brevoort #taskmaster #steve rogers captain america

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vilentia · 8 months

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Unspoken Hearts

Steve Rogers x reader

Summary: Three near-misses and one momentous confession in the life of Steve Rogers .

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The First Time

Steve had always been a man of action, not words. Yet, as he watched you from across the room, your laughter tinkling like wind chimes on a breezy summer day, he felt the words on the tip of his tongue. It was a quiet evening at the Avengers' compound, the team gathered for a rare moment of respite. Your smile was radiant, your eyes sparkling with mischief as you recounted a story. Steve's heart swelled, and for a fleeting moment, he almost said it, those three words that had taken root deep within him.

But he didn't. Instead, he smiled back, his eyes speaking volumes as he silently marveled at the incredible person you were.

The Second Time

The second time came during a mission, one fraught with danger and uncertainty. You and Steve were side by side, adrenaline pumping through your veins as you fought alongside one another. In the heat of the battle, as explosions erupted around you, he caught a glimpse of your determined expression, unwavering even in the face of chaos.

For a heartbeat, time seemed to stand still, and Steve almost whispered those words of love, words he had held back for so long. But the mission demanded his attention, and he couldn't afford any distractions. So he fought on, his feelings buried deep within, yet stronger than ever.

The Third Time

It was a quiet evening, much like the first, but this time the Avengers were scattered, and it was just the two of you. You sat together on the balcony, gazing up at the star-studded sky. The night air was cool, and a comfortable silence enveloped you. Steve glanced at you, his heart pounding as he realized just how much you meant to him.

The words nearly tumbled from his lips, but he hesitated. He feared that saying those words might change everything, that they might jeopardize the precious connection you shared. So, he simply reached for your hand, entwining his fingers with yours, and held you close, silently conveying what his words could not.

The Fourth Time

It was a rainy day, the sound of droplets against the windowpane providing a soothing backdrop to your quiet afternoon together. Steve sat beside you on the couch, his gaze fixed on the book you were reading. The room was filled with a sense of calm, a moment of serenity in a world often filled with chaos.

And then, as if drawn by an invisible force, Steve turned to you, his eyes filled with a depth of emotion that couldn't be contained any longer. With a gentle smile, he said those three words that had been on the verge of escape for so long, "I love you."

Your heart skipped a beat as you met his gaze, and in that moment, you knew that your love story was just beginning.

Tears welled up in your eyes, and you smiled, your voice quivering with emotion as you replied, "I love you too, Steve."

As those words hung in the air, the rain outside seemed to pause, as if even the heavens were holding their breath, celebrating this moment of love and vulnerability. Steve pulled you into his arms, and together you embraced the truth that had been silently growing between you, filling the room with warmth and the promise of a future filled with love.

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