#boyfriend Steve rogers x reader

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A Celebration Just For Us

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: You want to celebrate Steve’s actual birthday, none of that 4th of July bs

Word count: 920

Content/warnings: essentially straight-up fluff, kissing, lotsa happy smiles, friend Bucky, time switching between past and present

A/N: This is thanks to the discussion of Steve’s actual birthday from @thezombieprostitute and @peyton-warren. I just love the thought of him having to keep it a secret because of a contract he signed a lifetime ago, only letting his closest family and friends in on it.

I’d love to hear what you think. More than happy to gush with you in response to comments, reblogs, or asks💗 thank you for reading

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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The lights were off and there were guards around the perimeter, ready to relocate any possible onlookers or overly curious paparazzi. Surely the abundance of cars parked outside the complex could’ve drawn attention, but no more than any other gathering, you were hoping. The curtains were drawn shut, tight as can be so no light could make it through, although there wasn’t much besides the flickering flames that lit up your face.

You were crouched over in the corner of the kitchen counter in your small apartment, further cozied by the dozen or so people who crammed into the small space, all here to celebrate your wonderful boyfriend, Steve Rogers as you used your lighter in a frenzy so the first candle wouldn’t melt before you finally reached the last one.

Once you first found out about it, you couldn’t help but bust out into laughter. Steve did his best to keep a straight face, telling you the story as you were leaning against him on the small couch in your apartment a few months after the two of you started dating.

“Steve, why? Just…why? Why did you agree, why did they make you do it in the first place?”

Steve let out a chuckle and threw his hands up in a shrug as he continued his explanation.

“It was in the contract! I just wanted to serve my country. I guess they thought it would drum up more patriotism? I had no problem faking it until the war was over, but I had no idea I’d be around this long. There’s no end to it. I’ve just gotta hide my real birthday from the public forever, however long that ends up being.”

You snuggled into his chest and giggled.

“Yeah, you have been around for awhile. But I’m so happy it led you here. Now you just get to have two celebrations. One that’s small and special, private, shared with friends, and the other that you share with the people.”

Steve smiled as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head and squeezed around your waist, pulling you closer as you shuffled back into him.

“I’m gonna try and let it slide that you called me old because I love you, and I love the idea of my day being just for us.”

Bucky had come over earlier in the day to help you set up for the small party you were surprising Steve with. Tony and Nat had taken him out for a day in the city doing who knows what, but it gave the two of you plenty of time to decorate and prepare.

Just before guests started arriving, you were putting candles on the cake, only up to seventy-five.

“Buck, how the heck am I supposed to fit any more candles on this cake? I’m not even three-quarters of the way finished and I’m running out of room!”

Bucky looked over at you from his spot on the ladder where he was hanging streamers and smiled when he saw the cake. He was happy his friend had found someone amazing. And he’d be lying if he said he didn’t get along with you almost as well as Steve. He’d become a good friend over the year or so you’d been dating.

“Um…put the candles closer together? It’s definitely gonna mess up that frosting you worked so hard on, but I guess that’s the cost of celebrating old men like us.”

You smiled and shrugged as you continued on. “Yeah, that’s what it’s looking like it’s gonna be. You think he’ll be okay with that?”

Bucky nodded. “More than okay. He’ll love it.”

The combined flame from the hundred or so candles smushed side-by-side was hot on your smiling cheeks as you walked towards the grin being mirrored on Steve. Everyone around you was singing as you set the cake down in front of him on the counter, watching him finally take a deep breath and blow out the mound of wax that sat atop a cake specially baked in his favorite flavor. There was no red, white, and blue. No patriotism in sight. Just the pure celebration of a man who affected all of you as a person. An individual with an amazing, beautiful, selfless personality, separate from what everyone else in the world saw him as.

Steve wrapped an arm around your hip as smoke faintly rose from the extinguished candle lump and pulled you tight to his side. Your hand went to his hair, idly stroking through it as the friends surrounding you cheered.

“Wish for anything good, Stevie?”

He titled his head up to look at you, beaming with love and satisfaction.

“I know I’ll get made fun of for saying I have everything I could ever want right here, so yes. But I will also say, it’s not that far off.”

You playfully rolled your eyes at him. He always knew just what to say. You leaned down to give him a peck before you heard a groan from behind you. It was Tony.

“Okay, love birds. We get it. Happy secret birthday, Rogers. Now hurry up and get your thousand candles outta here. It’s time for cake!”

You helped Steve to pull the candles off the cake, holding one out here and there for him to lick the frosting off. He hummed at the flavor, happy you knew him so well and that he knew there were many more special celebrations, just like this, to come.

Bonus A/N: hehehe, happy birthday Steve. Let the man be happy in the modern day. Cake actually sounds so good rn

Taglist: @hawkeyes-queen @ronearoundblindly @mercurial-chuckles

[the-nameless-poet]

Petition to make

'loud, chaotic and dramatic husky girlfriend x sunshine, lovable and adorable golden retriever boyfriend'

to happen.

"Chaos follow me everywhere I go." Boyfriend x "Are you calling me chaos!?" Girlfriend

[allthosepeopleilovetofangirlover]

Dating Steve Rogers Headcanons

Steve is a gentleman, who always picks you up on time on dates.

He's very thoughtful, and no dates are the same or monotonous. He'll try to do something different each time to make you happier.

Writes about your likes and dislikes in his journal, which helps him to make you happier.

Very observant, he'll know immediately if something is wrong.

He'll let you cry on his shoulder and/or in his arms and doesn't ask questions until he knows that you're okay.

A very good listener. Doesn't interrupt when you're talking to him and pays attention to what you're saying.

Insanely protective. He's otherwise polite and punctual but once your safety is threatened, he'll go absolutely feral to protect you.

Extremely possessive. In the beginning, he comes off as sweet and cute but once your relationship progresses, you see his possessive side. If he ever sees anyone looking at you in an 'I have a crush on her' sort of way, he'll make sure to let them know that you're his. May it be a possessive arm around your waist or a passionate kiss, he'll always let them know. Secretly, you love it.

Is not comfortable with physical touch. But only in the beginning. Once he gets used to you, it's him who's always initiating the touches. He'll always be holding your hand or has an arm wrapped around you, reassuring himself that you're there. And that you're his.

Loves to draw you. He draws pictures of you doing many things but hasn't shown you most of them because he's scared you won't like them.

He always offers to help you, even when you've declined his help once. He wants to make sure that you know he's there for you.

He's very pushy about training and workouts. Even on a rest day, he urges you to do a low-impact workout to keep your body moving.

Whenever you fall sick, Steve never leaves your side. He's always sitting by your side, feeding you soup and food, and the two of you watch movies together.

Steve loves to talk about the 40's, and you love to listen as he goes on explaining everything.

Sometimes, you feel insecure after seeing other hotter and more badass women falling at Steve's feet. But he always makes sure that you know he's yours.

Steve is very proud of the fact that you're an Avenger but secretly doesn't want you to go on missions because he wants to protect you.

He's the ultimate perfect boyfriend you love and cherish with your entire being and the feeling is mutual.

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[sergeantbarnessdoll]

I have a request of a quick smutty piece for bearded Steve rogers. Y/N has been missing her boyfriend and she finds him sitting like this during an avengers party… and the rest I’ll let you work on that. 🥹🥹❤️🥵😏 take your time.. of course! 💖🩷🩷🩵🤍

Want You » Steve Rogers/Captain America

Pairings: Boyfriend!Steve Rogers x Girlfriend!Reader

Summary: Y/N has been missing Steve a lot lately.

Warnings: Smut (18+), language, dirty talk, kissing, hickeys, fingering, (f receiving), unprotected sex, praise kink, pet names (honey, sweetheart)

I hope you like it and thank you for requesting!🩵🩷 @katherineswritingsblog

Written on my phone so sorry if there’s any mistakes or typos.

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞

DIVIDER IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to @firefly-graphics

You walked through the Avengers Compound to the main room, looking for your boyfriend. You saw him across the room, sitting in a chair with a drink in his hand and talking to Bucky. You walked over to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. Steve looked up at you and smiled. He lifted your hand and kissed it.

“I hope I’m not interrupting.” You say, looking from Steve to Bucky.

“No not at all. I was about to get another drink.” Bucky says, standing up. “It’s nice to see you, Y/N.” He smiles before walking away.

“You too, Bucky.” You smiled back.

Steve motioned for you to sit on his lap which you did. He wrapped his arm around your waist, holding you close to him.

“I was wondering where you were, sweetheart.” Steve says.

Steve’s eyes scanned your dress, loving the way it looks on your body.

“I missed you.” You say with a pout.

“I missed you too.” He says.

“No, I missed you.” You say.

You leaned in, kissing his lips. Steve tightened his grip on your waist. You pulled away, looking into his eyes and biting your bottom lip.

“Let’s go somewhere private.” You say in almost a whisper.

“You read my mind, sweetheart.” Steve says.

You two stand up, hand and hand, leaving the main room to go somewhere more private. You guys found a dimly lit supply closet and went in there quickly before anyone seen you two. The second the door shut, Steve kissed you hungrily and backed you up so your back was against the wall.

“Want you.” You say against his lips.

“You’ll get me, honey.” He says.

He moved his lips down to your neck. You gasped when you felt his teeth nip your skin, hard enough to leave a hickey. His beard scratched your skin in the way you love so much.

“Fuck me please.” You begged.

“Fuck, alright.” He sighs.

Steve unbuckled his belt and undid his pants while you took your panties off and bunched your dress up above your hips. You watched as he pulled his cock out of his boxers. His tip leaking with precum. He picked you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. He rubbed his cock in between your wet folds, coating his cock with your wetness. He blindly found your entrance and slowly slid his cock inside of you, inch by inch causing your jaw to drop. Steve thrusts were slow and loving, which you love, but you wanted more.

“Faster!” You begged.

Steve didn’t need to be told twice. His hands got a better grip on your hips before he started fucking you faster. The sound of skin slapping filled the room.

“Oh my god, yes!” You moaned, throwing your head back against the wall.

Your hands gripped his shoulders, your nails digging into the material of his button up shirt.

“You feel so fucking good, honey.” Steve says in your ear.

Steve placed his lips on yours, kissing you hungrily. You put your hand on the back of his head to intensify the kiss.

“I missed you.” You say against his lips.

“I missed you too.” He says.

His fingers found their way down to your clit and began rubbing it. You gasped and threw your head back.

“Fuck yes, Stevie!” You moaned.

“Missed this, didn’t you, sweetheart?” Steve says.

“Mhmm so much!” You moaned.

“I missed it too.” He says pants.

His fingers rubbed faster on your clit causing your pussy to clench around his cock.

“I’m not gonna last long if you keep doing that.” Steve moans, tilting his head back.

His thrusts got faster and his fingers rubbing your clit made your orgasm come closer and closer.

“Stevie, I’m gonna cum!” You whimpered.

“Cum for me, sweetheart.” Steve whispers in your ear.

That’s was enough to send you over the edge. His name left your lips as you came. Steve’s grip on you tightened when he felt his orgasm nearing.

“Shit!” Steve curses, leaning his forehead against your shoulder.

You felt him cum inside of you, painting your walls. His thrusts came to a slow stop. You guys took a moment to catch your breath before he pulled out of you. Steve gently put you back on the ground and you two got redressed. You were about to open the door, but Steve cupped your cheeks and kissed you passionately.

“Round 2 later?” Steve asks.

“You read my mind, Captain.” You grinned against his lips.

-Bucky’s Doll

[fandomnerd9602]

Wanda walks up to Y/N her rockstar boyfriend…

Wanda: look I need to know that what we have isn’t just a fling.

Y/N: it isn’t. I love you Wanda. I love you for everything you are. For your soul.

Wanda: okay (giggles) …look I’m okay if you slept with groupies in the past.

Y/N: Wanda I never slept around.

Wanda: really?

Y/N: yeah. Ask the rest of the band.

Steve: yep. He’s got a good head on him.

Sam: I can vouch for that. True gentleman.

Bucky: I thought your boyfriend was gay.

Wanda giggles and hugs Y/N tightly…

Bucky simply shrugs his shoulders…

[eccentricallygothic]

Asshole Boyfriend!Steve Rogers who thinks he's so funny when he makes a sandwich joke in front of the guys when he's online with them on game.

Asshole Boyfriend!Steve Rogers who lowkey gulps when you just raise an amused eyebrow and give him a crooked smile from where you sit near him with your phone in your hand.

Asshole Boyfriend!Steve Rogers who tries to hide his nervousness behind his obnoxious laughter as you don't respond and quietly go back to what you're doing.

Asshole Boyfriend!Steve Rogers who is pouting and kneeling between your legs on the floor that night as he tries to explain that it was just a joke and that's just how guys play and the bros were doing the same.

Asshole Boyfriend!Steve Rogers who is no longer the sigma he pretends to be in front of his friends as he desperately grips your feet and kisses your toes for forgiveness, ready to do just about anything to repent.

[cassiopeia-grimm]

Imagine

They're fucking you.

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Sick of It

Pairing: Boyfriend! Steve Rogers x Girlfriend! Reader one-shot

Summary: Steve looks good in everything and you’re sick of it. That, among other things.

Word count: 1,784

Content/warnings: Crying, comfort, angry feelings, kissing, mentions of body image issues, swears, snacks, non-sexual semi-nudity

A/N: I wrote this a couple weeks ago while I was feeling like absolute crap. I was so stressed and just wanted someone to hold. I know too many people relate. I think Steve would’ve been such a sweetie for this kind of moment.

Comments, likes, reblogs, and asks are so appreciated. Thank you for reading!!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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“I’m so fucking done.”

You slammed the door to the pantry as Steve looked over his shoulder at you from his spot on the couch.

“Honey, what’s wrong?” His words trailed down to you as stomped down the hall and slammed the door to his room.

Steve sighed and tossed the blanket off his lap, softly padding after you down the corridor. He leaned against the doorframe before lightly knocking with the knuckle of his pointer finger.

“Hey, you alright?” He faintly heard the sliding of his dresser drawers, frantically paired with the sound of clanging hangers in his closet.

Steve opened the door slowly to be met with the sight of you half naked, hoodie stretched over your one arm and head, only accompanied on your body by your socks and underwear.

You grumbled and sighed before pulling the hoodie fully down over your body, looking in the mirror before ripping it off and throwing it at him. Steve didn’t flinch, catching the beige hoodie he had been given in a stylist’s attempt to take him on as a client.

Steve had many pieces of clothing like that: obscure fashion pieces gifted to him because of his celebrity status. To a normal person, they were impractical and weird. Odd shapes for an odd body. They’d only look good on someone as hot as him, broad shoulders, skinny waist, and all. Any time you’d try to put on a piece of the clothing, you felt like it hugged your curves in all the wrong ways.

You sighed, but it was deep and guttural, bordering on a scream. The way every piece of clothing, which looks so trendy and stylish on Steve, draped over your hips in a weird way, drove you nuts. The colors didn’t look as good, the shape was meant for someone else.

You flopped down on the bed, still only in your underwear, as Steve grabbed a hanger, placing the hoodie on it and hanging it back in the closet.

He walked over to you, slotting his legs in between yours which swung off the bed. He leaned forward over you until his arms framed your head, one hand on each side, careful to miss your hair that was sprawled out over the comforter.

When you opened your eyes, you were greeted by a sea of blue. You wanted to melt instantly at the care and concern that Steve’s eyes held, before you remembered why you were so upset.

You rolled on your side with a groan, hiding your face in the plush covers before Steve did his best to brush the hair out of your way.

He continued to softly rub his thumb against your temple. “Jellybean, you wanna tell me what’s going on? What’s got you so upset?”

You sighed before speaking into the blanket covering your mouth. Even Steve’s super soldier hearing couldn’t decipher the muffled sounds.

“Can you try again for me? I didn’t quite catch that.”

You turned slightly and threw your hands over your face in exasperation before peeking through your fingers at the face full of love and kindness that was always waiting on the other side.

“I’m sick of it.” It came out still muffled by your palm, but understandable this time. Steve nodded in an attempt to understand.

“Sick of what, honey? Anything I can fix? Or at least help with?” He helped you up, sitting next to you on the mattress. He attempted to pull you into his lap before your stopped him, pushing his arms off of you.

“No! Stop it, you’re the problem.”

Steve was taken aback. He would never do anything to hurt you, not even accidentally, so he had no idea where this was coming from. He cautiously continued.

“I’m really sorry, bean. What did I do?”

You shook your head before it fell into your hands, tears threatening to dampen the heels of your palms while you sniffled,sucking your emotions back in. You took a deep breath before looking up at him with red eyes.

“You know what? Actually, nothing. I’m overreacting. Forget about it. Maybe I should just go.”

You stood up and began to gather your clothes from the floor when Steve stood to stop you, holding your hands against his chest.

“Wait, Jellybean, come on. If-“

You threw down your hands, releasing them from his grip as you continued to look down at your feet.

“Quit calling me that!! That’s the problem!! I’m not a jellybean!”

His head cocked to the side in confusion. “Honey, what do you mean? I thought you liked that nickname…”

You shook your head as Steve crouched down in an attempt to meet your gaze. “No, because a jellybean would fit in your clothes and look good. And I don’t at all right now.”

Steve cautiously moved a hand to your cheek, finally able to look into your eyes. “Hey, what happened? Did someone say something to you? Did I? If I did anything to make you feel like that, I’m so sorry. You’re so perfect in every single way, what’s making you feel differently?”

His other hand went to your other cheek and you grabbed his wrists, looking down again, kicking your feet. Your next words came out as a whisper. “Everything sucks. I’m exhausted, and my eyes keep twitching because of it. I couldn’t focus to save my life today. I thought coming over here would make me feel better, and I looked in your pantry to see if you had any of the good snacks and of course you don’t because you’re Mr. Healthy! None of your clothes fit or look good on me! I mean, why do your even own half this stuff!? So many pairs of fake glasses, your eyesight’s perfect-no. Better than perfect! You make stuff that’s not even fashionable or practical look good and I’m sick of it!” You were practically yelling now, your words growing in volume the more you kept going.

Steve simply nodded, letting you vent as much as you needed to and taking it all in. He knew he didn’t have good snacks, he had asked if you wanted him to pick up your favorites when grocery shopping last week and you said ‘no, that’s not necessary. I probably shouldn’t tempt myself anyways. I’m trying to be healthier.’ He should’ve gone with his gut. He wouldn’t blame that on you, though.

He knew his clothes were ridiculous, too, but he kept them around because he thought you liked them. And he loved the way they looked on you.

He also knew the game you liked to play of ‘is it a fit or are they just hot,’ looking at the ridiculous clothes designer brands would release and judging whether or not they were high fashion, or just on a person with a nice body. He had just never thought he would be the subject of it, or that it would bring you down this much.

Steve knew you hadn’t been sleeping well for the past month, too, but hadn’t said anything. He could feel the way you tossed and turned at 3am, before you finally fell asleep again an hour later, only to be woken up shortly after by the alarm clock.

You looked up again after Steve had been quiet for too long. You let out a deep sigh. “I’m sorry, Stevie. I think I’m just taking this all out on you because you’re here. Everything but you is wrong today, and I’m taking it out on the one thing that’s here.”

You shook your head, profusely apologizing before Steve pulled you in close against his chest. He kissed the top of your head as he rubbed your back.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. Thank you for talking to me. I’m not the enemy here. I’m your teammate. Thank you for letting me in.”

“It just isn’t fair.” You spoke into his chest before looking up into his eyes again.

“Even when you’re concerned you’re still hot, too.” You rolled your eyes before throwing your forehead back in between his firm pecs.

“Steven. Fix it.” Came out mumbled in his shirt.

Steve laughed and nodded before kissing the top of your head again. “I think I have just the thing. Hold on.”

He meant that literally. Steve stood up fully and you wrapped your legs around him, clinging like a koala, as he walked back over to the closet. The fact that he did it so effortlessly made you feel a little better about yourself, but a super soldier could probably do that with anyone.

He browsed the rack and shelves before he found what he was looking for. “Ah, here it is. They let me keep these after I had to pose as part of a construction crew for a mission. Regular people clothes. None of that high fashion bullshit.”

You laughed against his neck before he set you down on the bed. He kissed the tip of your nose before sliding a dark gray sweatshirt over your head and sinking down to his knees to pull the light gray sweatpants up your legs. They fit just how your wanted and you beamed at him.

“Better?” You nodded.

“Perfect. Thank you, Stevie.”

He gave you a wink. “Of course, jellybean. I think these fit you just right, but maybe your outfit’s missing something. I might still have the reflective vest around here somewhere, or maybe you need a good pair of fake glasses to top it off?”

You giggled and pushed his shoulder. “Absolutely not. I think the only thing that could make this better is if you had real snacks in the pantry.”

Just then, the both of you heard a knock on the door. You perked up and looked over Steve’s shoulder before raising an eyebrow at him. Steve looked back at you sheepishly.

“I think your prayers have been answered. I texted Buck and asked him to pick up your favorites the second I heard you huffing while searching through the cabinets.”

You smiled before wrapping your arms around his neck and giving him a kiss on the cheek.

“Thank you. You’re perfect, even if it’s a little infuriating how much so.”

Steve laughed and wrapped his arms around you again, carrying you towards the front door to retrieve the package. “Perfection means nothing if I can’t use it to make your life better. I love you, Jellybean.”

You smiled as he set you down on the couch and handed you a bag of snacks before cuddling close and pulling the soft throw blanket back over the two of you. You placed your hand gently on his cheek. “I love you more, Stevie.”

Bonus A/N: What’s your favorite snack/candy? I’m currently rocking with those nerds gummy clusters. So good.

General Taglist: @hawkeyes-queen

[justalonelyslytherin]

You know the new tiktok/insta trend where girls ask their boyfriends to test and remake scenes from romantic shmexy books? Like the leaning in the doorframe thing and the grabbing you by the neck to kiss you?

Just imagine it. Asking Steve or Ari to do it? They are smirking to themselves, happy to fulfill all the fantasies. And how smug they'll be if they can ilicit a flustered reaction? Ugh, I need it.

[bibbityboppitybillyharvgrove]

Burned Cookies- S.Rogers

Summary: Steve and Y/N are baking cookies for the holidays. The couple get distracted a little too often leading to Steve getting banned from the kitchen the next time she bakes.

Pairings: Steve x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Domestic!Steve, use of Y/N, female reader, fire, talks of food, (If I missed any please let me know)

Author’s Note: For the month of December I am going to try to post something daily leading up to Christmas. I am a college student with finals right around the corner but I will definitely try my hardest to get these fics out. My asks are open if you have any questions or suggestions so please feel free to send something in!

Word Count: 801

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Feedback is always welcome!

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As the holidays were quickly approaching, Y/N and Steve were preparing for their first Christmas together in the tower. Gifts had been bought and wrapped, the tree decorated, the common room decorated not only for Christmas but Hanukkah as well, soft music playing constantly, setting the mood. Steve and Y/N were in the kitchen baking. It was safe to say, she had found one thing that Steve was absolutely horrible at. Y/N sniffed the air, smelling something burning, she turned around and looked at the oven. Her eyes widened, smacking her boyfriend’s arms before throwing the oven open and pulling the cookie tray out. “Steven! I told you to pull these out 10 minutes ago!” She scolded him. Steve just pouted at her, grabbing her hips and pulling her close. “I’m sorry honey. I was just distracted. You’re in your element when you’re baking, it's mesmerizing,” He explained to her. His eyes were sparkling with love and adoration. She smiled widely at him, pecking his lips before squeezing him gently. “I forgive you, but next batch you need to pull the cookie sheet out of the oven when I ask, please?” “I can’t make any promises but I’ll try.” She giggled at his words, kissing his chin, then turning in his arms, going back to making more cookie dough. He watched intently as she made the cookie dough, it seemed to be second nature at this point. His arms stay ed around her waist, his chin resting on her shoulder. Only moving when they had to ball up the dough and place it on the sheets. She put the tray in the oven, set a 13 minute timer and then hopped up on the counter to sit. Steve took a step toward her, standing between her legs, his hands finding their way back onto her hips. She took his face in her hands, admiring the man in her hands. She pulled his head down to hers, connecting their lips. Every single time they kissed, Steve savored it, he always kissed her like it would be their last. To her, it was endearing, to the rest of the team, it was disgusting but neither of them seemed to care. They were in their own world, barely noticing anything around them. “Stop making out in the kitchen you two!” Sam scolded as he walked in, the two breaking apart with a slight jump in surprise, “Something smells good. I know for a fact that popsicle isn’t baking.” Y/N burst out in laughter, hiding her face in Steve’s shoulder.  “Am I really that bad at baking?” Steve pouted. “Just know I love you so much. You are a horrible baker, baby. Like absolutely terrible. You are, however, a wonderful cook,” She replied, finishing her sentence with a chaste kiss on his lips.  “Am I really that bad?” “Oh yeah, every time you try baking it's like a terrible science experiment. But like I said, you are a wonderful cook. I have no idea where you learned how to cook like that but goddamn am I one lucky girl.” “You are one lucky girl, indeed,” Steve smirked. Once he reconnected their lips, Sam groaned and walked out of the kitchen. This time they had noticed the timer on the oven going off so Steve pulled the fresh baked cookies out of the oven, putting a new batch in shortly after. As much as the team complained, they did love seeing two of their teammates finding happiness in each other. Their only wish being that the couple would stop making out in the common areas of the tower. Instead of going back to kissing each other breathless, they just talked. They talked about anything and everything. They talked about the future and what they saw in their future. Both of them seeing a long life with one another, Steve finally finding the one he could grow old with, Y/N not even able to imagine any other man in her future other than Steve.  The couple talked for what felt like hours. Their conversation, however, getting rudely interrupted by a large flame coming from inside the oven. “Holy shit! Get the fire extinguisher!” Y/N panicked, jumping off of the counter and quickly pulling the cookie tray out of the oven, the flame contained to the tray. “This one is not my fault!” Steve shouted out over the smoke alarm’s blaring tone. He had the fire extinguisher in his hand, pulling the pin, grabbing the nozzle, pointing it at the base of the orange flame and squeezing the handle. The fire was out in a matter of minutes, the smoke alarm stopping and a crowd of Avengers gathering in the kitchen. “Next time I’m baking, you are banned from the kitchen, Rogers.”

[calzone-d]

also having some threeway sticky action on the character ai app. i love today

[marvel-potter-1d-korea]

Anyone wanna write this scene?

Any character is fine, i don't mind🤌🏻😩

[worksxofxmyxmind]

Steve Rogers is the werewolf Bucky Barnes is the orc Thor is the dragon. And Loki is the werewolf.

Now reread them with this in mind for each

Monster bfs and their reaction to you getting hurt by little inconsequential things that you react to in pain at first but then they wildly overexaggerate.

Werewolf bf would hear you whimper and come running to find you. He sees you have a splinter and he’s whining and whimpering at the irritated skin on your finger. With his claws he carefully gets it out of you before licking it and nuzzling into your palm. Before you can even argue he’s saying you’re too hurt to do anything else today and brings you into the bed for cuddles.

Vampire bf smells you before he hears you cry out in pain. In a flash he’s by your side, eyes wild as he looks over you. When he sees the small cut on your leg his heart lurches, even when you say it looks worse than it is. He falls to his knees before you, his mind a cloud of worry and hunger. He laps at your cut, slowly licking the wound to reveal it in its entirety. Despite the way his veins hum with the taste of your blood his love for you is more pressing and so he runs to grab your frequently used roll of gauze and patches you up.

Dragon bf has loved having you in his cave and among his hoard. You’re his most treasured possession after all so there is no where else that you belong except by his side. But when you stumble and slide down a mountain of gold, hitting your head on an old crown, your bf cares no longer for any of his treasures besides you. Despite your protests he moves all of his treasure to the back of the cave before filling the rest of it with the fluffiest pillows and the softest blankets. Making sure that if you ever fall again it will only be met with comfort.

Orc bf who always displayed his weapon collection with pride. But he comes rushing over as soon as he hears you yelp, only to discover you ended up pricking yourself on the sharp spikes of one of his clubs. You try to assure him that you’re fine and it just surprised you. But when you come home the next day you see them nowhere to be found. Ready to give your bf a firm talking to, he directs your gaze upwards where he’s displayed his weapons much higher up now to not risk you getting hurt. He stubbornly refuses to move them back down when you talk to him and there’s no way you can reach or even carry them to put them back. Your orc bf explains that it’s worth them being harder to see so long as you’re safe.

God, there are so many more I could do but I didn’t want to make this too long.

[sarahowritesostucky]

☺️ will jilted Steve treat his reader right?

Yes he will!

He'll be the exact man she needs, not at all like his son

He'll be kind, caring, controlling, firm, gentle, thoughtful, a total Daddy.

The sex will be so good. She hadn't even realized how mediocre it was with Steve's son, until she experienced the real passion and lovemaking that Steve gives her.

Patrick showed up the day after the wedding at Steve's house, tearful and apologetic and pathetic, assuming that she would take him back and they could just postpone the wedding for "a little while."

Steve said "no," took her hand in his, and pulled her against his side as he scolded his son for his behavior, and Patrick's visage visibly darkened as he realized that the two were involved just by the way they were touching/acting.

He rapidly went from sniveling, to fuming, but he only got one or two nasty, waspish insults in to her before Steve had him by the throat, pushed up against the wall. If he said another word, Steve would knock him out.

Steve told him he regretting being a failed father, to have raised such a weak man. He should've fought harder for custody from Pat's nasty mother (Steve's ex). But he was done trying to make Patrick something he wasn't: a good man.

He boldly sneered in his face and told him about how he would take care of you for him, now, giving you the lifestyle and the love and the sex that he never could.

He dragged him to the door and Patrick stormed out. That was the last time she ever had to see him.

The press were all over this scandalous topic right away: paparazzi outside Steve's house all the time, requests for interviews, etc.

Patrick immediately starts giving interviews slandering her and Steve and trying to get sympathy directed at him. She is distressed by this but Steve insists they should stay silent for a while.

When she's ready, she and Steve will do one interview each. His in Men's health or GQ , hers in Bazaar or Vanity Fair.

After the initial outrage (being her ex-fiance's father & Captain America, the age gap), public opinion will turn towards them, and they'll be the new "it" couple. Patrick is soon villainized and then forgotten.

Steve is rich, so he'll spoil her by buying her cars and jewelry and anything her heart desires. They travel all over the world together in luxury.

Steve and her don't try to get pregnant, but they decide not to use birth control. He'd love a chance to redeem himself as a good father, and the both of them have a massive breeding kink anyway.

Read it here:

Jilted Part 1 Part 2

[cassiopeia-grimm]

Imagine

Steve sees you storming into the meeting room.

Y/n: Who put red dye in my shampoo?

[ravenfenty]

ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ʙʟᴏɢ

𝑯𝒆𝒚 𝒚'𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝑰'𝒎 𝑨𝒔𝒉, 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒐𝒏 𝑻𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒕𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒔𝒐 𝑰'𝒗𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒎𝒆𝒏. 𝑩𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒈 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒏 18+ 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒈, 𝒔𝒐 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒅𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕.

Who for, is mostly any fictional men that spark my interest to write about them Depending on my mood, Steve and Ari, might make an appearance. Requests are currently closed.

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