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Secrets

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A/N: Hi! It’s my first a/b/o one shot where reader is an alpha-plewse I’d love some feedback on it:) (just remember to stay nice 😂) and thank you @jamneuromain for your help with this 🥰

Summary: Steve’s heat can sometimes be unpredictable, especially with someone he’s attracted to around…oh and nobody knows he’s an omega.

Pairing: Omega Steve x Alpha Reader

Warnings: ABO, heat, female member being inside and swelling up when being aroused (I’ve never written a female alpha and saw many ways to make her genitals work so I’ve decided to use this one), subby Steve, smell/scent kink?, masturbating, oral?(over underwear), nipple sucking, toy use, implied fingering, ….

Feedback, comments and reblogging are very appreciated

Steve knew it was coming as soon as he woke up on the seventh day of the mission. He felt warm. Too warm. His skin felt tight, tingling and itchy. His breathing was heavy, his body covered in sweat, the clothes and sheets felt like they were glued to his body. A whine escaped his lips, that he knew you definitely would’ve heard if you’d be awake-in the bed next to his.

The reason why he suddenly went into heat.

Your scent.

So close.

So fresh…so different from all the other alphas he had smelled before. Somehow even a bit sweet, like….maple syrup.

And there was also some rum….

And…maybe apples or…

The more he thought about what he could find in your smell, he felt his dick twitch, slick gathering at his hole quickly, wetting through his sweatpants and probably leaving a wet spot on the sheets.

As soon as he noticed that, he forced himself out of bed quickly making his way to take a shower and to put on some scent blockers, which he usually did first thing in the morning. Especially putting on his blockers. He used the strongest ones he could get and until now no agents and nobody on the team found out about him being an omega.

But now? He had no idea how to hide it now.

Especially not while he was just sitting on the floor and rubbing your soft towel against his cheek, his cock twitching every time he pressed his nose into the fluffy material.

Meanwhile you woke up from a very sweet smell. A small smile spread onto your lips while you slowly stretched, not even opening your eyes yet. “Mmm, Steve….do I smell breakfast? Apple pancak-”, when you finally opened your eyes Steve wasn’t there, his bed empty, the blanket halfway on the floor.

That’s very unusual.

Not waking up before you, but his bed being unmade?

Then the scent hit you once again. So, so good. So delicious. But there was no food. Lightly pulling your eyebrows together you sat up, once again looking around the room. Maybe Steve went for a run? Hoping you wouldn’t wake up before he gets back.

And then there it was again.

The scent.

It was all over the room.

It smelled like…no that wouldn’t make any sense.

Sighing, you shook your head, trying to stop yourself from overthinking about it. Where would a random omega scent come from? Steve definitely didn’t bring an omega to your shared room. Maybe a scent for….a bit of self care…?

You shook your own head, feeling your own brain being overpowered by the sweetness in the room. It didn’t smell like just any omega…it smelled like an omega in heat. A male omega…

While putting on your clothes your gaze fell once again to Steve’s bed. You had already made yours, it would only be nice to do his too. With that in mind you stepped closer, the smell getting stronger, sweeter and so much more intense.

That couldn’t be…

You stepped away, looking once again around the room until you noticed the bathroom door being ajar. Oh, there he must be. A bit nervous you stepped to the door, knocking lightly, waiting for an answer but nothing came. “Steve, can I come in?” Still nothing. “Are you okay?” No answer.

The alpha in you immediately felt alerted.

What if he fell in the shower? What if he hurt himself?

You immediately opened the door, wanting to help Steve in case something was wrong but-

Oh

Oh

“Stevie?”, you whispered, kneeling down next to the on the floor lying omega, using his towel as a blanket. His cheek pressed into…your towel?

“Steve, hey, come on, open your eyes”, you touched his shoulder gently, finally getting his attention. When he looked up at you, his blown eyes widened and he immediately sat up, trying to get away from you, pressing himself against the wall. Not wanting to scare him-for whatever reason-you pulled away, sliding a few inches back. “Don’t be scared, Stevie, what happened? Are you in heat?”, you asked gently, already knowing the answer.

He pressed your towel closer against his chest, trying to hide his face behind it. God, he looked so adorable but so scared. Slowly nodding at your question he turned his back to you, the scent of shame filling your nostrils. “Oh baby, no…don’t feel upset. Do you want me to hug you? Maybe you want a nap? We should get back home, postpone the mission for now. I call Natasha-“ he immediately shook his head. “Not ‘Tasha. Furry…or Maria. Nobody else knows” “Oh Steve…you shouldn’t hide it from us-no, no I don’t mean to upset you, I’m sorry. It’s just…I would’ve helped you get back home so you don’t have to be in a hotel for your heat”

Steve slowly turned back to you. “Didn’t know it was coming…it should be in two months”, while talking he rubbed his face against your towel, your chest feeling warm while watching your omega rub your scent over himself-wait, your omega? You quickly shook the thought away. Even though it was hard especially when more slick gathered at his hole and filled the air with his sweet scent.

“Let’s get you into bed, I’ll go and buy a nice blanket for today so you don’t have to be in the hotel sheets, meanwhile you’ll eat a bit and try to sleep, okay?”, Steve nodded, letting you help him up.

When you noticed Steve was actually naked, his thighs glistening with slick, his cock already hard and throbbing. You swallowed hard, averting your gaze. “Bed, let’s get you into bed, omega”, only then did you notice the slip, especially when Steve whined quietly.

Not saying anything else you took Steve’s hand and guided him back to the beds-but to your surprise he laid down in yours, immediately pushing the blanket like he wanted it, fluffing up the pillow.

Only then did it hit you, your whole body lighting up, chest feeling tight, your breathing becoming heavier. “Stevie, are you building a nest in…there?”, you asked quietly, watching as Steve’s cheeks turned a soft rosy color, while he nodded slowly, looking up at you with his big eyes. “Smells nice”, he mumbled, before making grabby hands at the blanket from his own bed. You gave it to him, a soft smile on your lips. “Okay, Stevie. Stay there, I’ll make you something to eat”, with that you left him to build his nest, not being able to stop yourself from glancing at him a last time when you noticed how he lifted his ass up, very close to presenting.

After Steve ate something you left him, wanting to buy a few new softer blankets and some more snacks for him. Should you buy him a toy? No that…that seemed a bit too much. Even though the alpha (and friend) in you wanted for Steve to feel as good as possible. It would probably be just for one day, at least you hoped so. You didn’t want him to spend his heat in a hotel room, alone and unsatisfied-and you also didn’t know how much you could control yourself around him. His sweet scent filling your senses…. He smelled so good.

Walking into an omega shop you looked around, wanting to find some blankets and maybe pads or something Steve could use…

You never had an omega, especially not one in heat. What should you do? How could you help- “Is everything alright here?”, a women’s voice interrupted your thoughts. You immediately nodded, sighing. “Please, help me find something for my omega. He’s in heat-it happened suddenly-he just woke up like that and I don’t know what to do. We’re in a hotel, so it’s…” “oh you want him to be comfortable?”

For some reason you blushed. “Yeah, I thought about some soft blankets maybe….and I’m not sure if I should get him something for…his needs-you need to know we’re not together-just friends-Jesus, I need to book another room-“ while you rambled about everything, the assistant showed you soft pillows and blankets that you all threw into your basket.

“Even when you’re not a couple, bringing a toy couldn’t hurt…just give it to him and he'll do with it whatever he wants to”, she gave you a knot toy, that wasn’t too big, but apparently should feel good enough to still meet some of his needs. She also gave you another one- “wait that looks like a-“ “some male omegas like to use their members too”, explained the woman, making me nod. Of course. It made sense, in the end the same happens with female alphas. Sometimes you just like some…variations.

After buying everything the assistant told you would be important you went to get some more food and snacks, after doing so you finally went back to the hotel room, walking in on him rubbing himself on your sheets, whining into your pillow, your sleep shirt clutching with one hand.

Once again your breath hitched, you felt yourself getting aroused. God, he was so beautiful, so sweet…fuck. No, stop that.

“Hey Stevie, are you alright? I got you some fluffy blankets and…a few other things. Is it okay if I step closer?”, you asked, him not hearing you at first. “Omega, can I come closer?”, this time he did hear you, nodding and making grabby hands at you. Softly smiling you stepped closer, not expecting Steve to grab you by the waist and pull onto the bed, into his nest.

He buried his nose immediately against your throat, just smelling you, nudging your scent glads. “Smells nice”, he mumbled, wrapping his legs around your hips. You could feel his cock against your hip, the wet spot on his clothes rubbing against you, but didn’t say anything. Instead you just pat his hair gently. “Stevie, I got you the blankets and pillows…they even had a cute teddy bear in a captain America costume”, you laughed into his hair, while he slowly looked up at you, not saying anything yet.

“Can you let me go so I’ll get the blankets? And also something else they told me to get…”, you started taking the things out, Steve immediately arranging the blankets how he wanted them, your blanket and shirt still mostly at his head for him to have your scent close.

But when you put the toys on the bed, Steve’s movements froze. “They told me to get you those, to….so you’d…you know.” He blushed, but took it anyway, already feeling his hole flutter, his cock hardening making a visible outline in his pants, some slick leaking onto his thighs. A smile crept onto your lips when you noticed him being happy with the toys. “I’ll go book another room for me and you can stay here-” “don’t-dont go, please, alpha”, he whined with tears in his eyes, taking your hand and pulling you a bit closer.

Once again you felt aroused, which Steve seemed to smell, his pupils blown wide, while his nostrils fluttered, slowly scenting the air. “Steve I- okay-I’ll stay here but I’ll have to do some work, while you're here in your nest, okay?” Steve whined, but seeing your stern gaze he nodded anyway, pulling a blanket over his body, cuddling into your pillow. “Just try to…get you mind off of things or maybe help yourself out, have a nap…”

You kissed him on the head, before taking some fresh boxershorts from his suitcase and telling him to put these on, before walking to one of the tables, taking the necessary documents out and filling the reports out.

After twenty minutes Steve waddled up to you, sitting in the chair next to you, a blanket around his shoulders that were hutched, making him look smaller. “What is it Steve?”, you finally looked back at him, an amused smile creeping onto your face. “Are you…wearing my night shirt?”, you giggled, stroking over his chest. He immediately blushed, but still pushed into your palm.

“ ‘s nice”, he mumbled, sliding a bit closer to you, putting his head on your shoulder, close to your throat, to your scent glands. “Let me do the reports, Stevie, I can hug you later, okay?”, he whined and you slowly felt his nose busing your gland, nuzzling into your skin. Sighing you brushing over his head, kissing his cheek.

While you started writing something down, you felt Steve slide a bit closer, kissing your throat gently, before unsurely likcing over your scent gland. Gasping you pushed him lightly away. “Steve-what-“, he whined when lost the warm feeling of your skin. Looking into his big puppy eyes you sighed. “Fine, do whatever you want, just don’t disturb me, I need to finish these”

While you started working on the report again you could feel Steve sliding down from his chair, onto the floor underneath the table, suddenly pushing your legs apart. “Steve what the hell-“ “scent so strong”, he whispered, nuzzling his nose into your crotch. You felt your blood rush to your cheeks, while Steve just buried his face between your legs. “Steve, wait-” when his nose bumped into your clothed clit you moaned quietly.

Steve smelled your arousal, his dick twitching in his boxershorts, while he slowly grinded against your leg. “Please-alpha-pants-take your pants off, please”, he whined, looking up at you from beneath the table, all needy and hungry for…something.

You bit your bottom lip. “Steve but…you’re in heat, I don’t wanna feel like I’m taking advantage”, you whispered, seeing tears welling up in his eyes.

Fuck, no.

No, no, no, no.

“Okay-baby, I’ll take off my pants, yeah? But underwear stays and we won’t have sex-” “s fine, I have my toy in”, the image that popped up in your head made you moan; Steve, opening himself up with his fingers, his slick hole swallowing them one after another, before pushing in the thick toy.

He helped you take off your pants, before immediately going back to nuzzling his face into your crotch, not being able to stop himself from licking over your slip. You felt your knot swell a bit, but tried to ignore it and push your own needs aside. “Fuck-omega”, you moaned, throwing your head back, while pushed himself closer against you, fucking your leg and humping you, till your whole leg was covered in slick, having leaked though his boxershorts.

You couldn’t stop yourself from looking down at him, so hungry and-you bit your bottom lip when you noticed his hand being in his boxershorts, stroking his cock.

While Steve nuzzled and licked over your slip without a rhythm, his hips moved faster, the knot pressing right against his soft spot, rubbing it all the time. “Alpha-so good. so, so good-wanna be all yours-only yours”, he whined just when he felt his orgasm approach, his chest feeling tight and tingling, while he orgasmed. His slick gushed around the toy, onto your leg and floor, his whines getting louder, while his scent filled the air more than before. His cock twitching against your leg, leaving a wet patch behind.

Breathing in his smell made you purr In delight. You did it, without really doing anything. Steve just came all over your leg, still panting against your slip, nuzzling his face between your legs.

“Come on, Stevie, let’s get up, you need a bath…and maybe then a nap, huh? You seem tired”, you whispered, noticing how his eyes fluttered heavily. He nodded slowly and let you help him up. Steve took your sweatpants you had worn before and threw them to the nest, a small scuff on his face when they didn’t land the way he wanted them to. “You wanna fix it or take a bath first?” He thought about it for a moment, his expression so soft and relaxed.

“Bath, please”, he mumbled, letting you guide him to the bathroom, where you immediately filled the tub, not using any scented shampoos, assuming he could be too sensitive right now. Helping him take off his clothes, you wiped away some of the slick from his thighs, your body once again reminding you of being neglected.

“Stevie, you need to take out the toy, too, okay? Just put it in the sink and I’ll clean it later.” He whined a bit at that, mumbling something about not wanting to do so, but he still did it in the end, putting the slick toy into the sink.

You prayed to god to give you enough strength for the next few days.

After you helped him into the bathtub, he held your hand, pulling you closer. “Please alpha…come here…want cuddles”, he whispered, needly pushing his face against your thigh. You sighed quietly, but nodded nevertheless, even though you knew this would be the hardest thing you had to do in your whole life.

You stepped into the water, still wearing your slip, not wanting to tempt Steve while he was in heat, even though he seemed mesmerised with your breasts either way, immediately sliding closer to you, leaning his head against your chest, his big body curling into a small ball in your lap. “Oh Stevie”, you whispered, gently scratching his back. He seemed pretty…touch starved.

Maybe he was?

When nobody knew about him, he probably hadn't had anyone touch him in a long time. Not like that at least.

“It’s okay, I’m here now…”, you whispered, kissing his head. It felt wrong in a way-but also so right. You have never been so close to Steve, but you have often thought about it-even though you had thought he was an alpha or beta, but now, knowing his true self and what seems also knowing he had a thing for you…god, you wanted it to be real. Could it be real? Even after his heat?

“Your alpha is here, sweetheart. My sweet, sweet boy”, you felt him relax more against you, while he gently nudged his nose against your nipple. “You wanna suck on them, sweetheart? I can tell you’re thinking about it”, you felt him nod, before slowly licking over your nipple and sucking it into his mouth, now feeling completely relaxed and comforted.

Meanwhile you carefully washed his body, your hand slowly trailing down between his asscheks, to wash the slick away, but as soon as Steve felt that, he moaned quietly, pushing ass back into your hand. “Alpha-“ “I’m washing you, om-Steve, nothing else, okay?”

He whined again, still pushing his ass back, your fingers grazing over his puckered hole for a moment. “Please-please, alpha-need you. I need you so much…need to feel you”, he sobbed, his cock getting hard against your thigh, while he slowly sat up, pushing it against your stomach. “Please, Alpha, I need you.” You felt your member swell up, soon extracting and pushing against your panties. You knew you had get yourself together.

“Sweetheart, I-I can’t have sex with you-not like that. You’re not in the right place to decide”, you whispered, cupping his face in one hand, still having the other one at his ass. He grimaced, but nodded in understanding, yet not stopping rutting against your stomach. “No sex but fingers? Please? Just touch me, alpha, need your fingers. Need you to fuck me”, he whined against your throat, kissing your scent gland, sucking gently at it.

You bite your bottom lip, his words slowly changing your mind-at least a bit. Were you slowly falling into your own mind space? “Just fingers, Stevie, okay? But first I want you to tell me you want to-and use my name. I want to hear my name.” He whined when your hand left his skin, making him lift his gaze. You could tell he was concentrating and thinking hard, but he slowly nodded, still not saying anything tho….

He whined when you stopped his hips from grinding against you, but making him finally actually think about it. “Please use your fingers on me, Y/N”, he said, still looking a bit out of it, but his eyes were less foggy than before. “I mean it, I-I really wish it wouldn’t be happening all so suddenly, but I wanted you for so long, Y/N-Alpha. Wanted you to be my alpha for so long”, he whispered, leaning down to kiss you, softly.

A smile crept onto your lips, making it nearly impossible to kiss back. Just nearly.

Slowly you started brushing your hand over his round ass, squeezing gently. “Okay, my sweet omega, I can touch you…make you feel good”, you whispered into his ear. “Do you want that?”

Steve immediately started nodding forcefully, pressing his body against yours, his dick rubbing at your stomach. A quiet chuckle escapes you, when you hear Steve's quiet moan against your throat, while your finger slowly brushed over his wet, puffy hole…

Thank you for reading! I hope you liked it. Please let me know by leaving behind feedback and maybe reblogging🥰 it means a lot.

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On March 15, 2025, mail a postcard to Trump "Felon 47" publicly expressing your opposition. Let’s overwhelm the man with his unpopularity and failure. If each of us writes even a single postcard and we put them all in the mail on the same day, we can flood them with our anger and opposition.

Hank Aaron currently holds the record for fan mail, having received 900,000 pieces in a year. Let’s set a new record and send over a million with not a single nice thing to say. Let’s make March 15th, 2025, a day that hereafter will be known as #TheIdesOfTrump.

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I'm soooo bored. I don't watch or care about the superbowl. Feel free to spam the asks with questions or your theories on what's upcoming for Stellaride, Mikarver, or anything else pertaining to our little fire show.

[the-writing-mobster]

I want to draw some shit! But I need ideas ~ so! I'm taking requests for the following;

💙 TMDG scenes or characters.

🔪 SK! Sans

💔 Final! Frisk

💙 TMDG Frans scenarios to draw

🔪 head canons you'd like me to dig into, or want to tell me about.

💔 Etc (idk, maybe I can draw other aus but you're gonna have to fuckin convince me!)

"why only TMDG though???" I'm in a DEEP TMDG hyper fixation right now and would love to extend my obsession to my oomfies. Like I'm DEEPLY hyper fixated on this, it's the only thing I want to draw or talk about rn, so if you would like to indulge me PLEASE I would LOVE that!! Let's have fun!

Flood my inbox and I'll strike while the iron's hot! 🫶🏻

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[vicstuf]

I saw your latest fanart and it was gorgeous! Your art style is so pretty, I'm obssessed. And the little ficlet to accompany it? It felt like an extra treat. 2 in 1.

You also said to request anything, so can I ask for a Scully and Mulder AU? They fit so well.

First of all, thank you SO MUCH????? Thanks for liking what I do!

Introductions done, I’m sorry I didn’t answer earlier, uni’s been kicking my ass LOL.

I’m no expert in the X files but this is a scene I find really funny, I hope you enjoy it!!

[neversilent]

Reader with a slightly possessive/dark John Doe? (Basically similar to his S1 personality but I’d be interested to see what you do lol)

《YES YES OFC-》

Possessive John Doe! x Reader Headcanons!

SFW:

He loves you to death. Literally. He'd do anything for you. Uncomfortable some place in public? He's getting you two out of there. Need some guy off your back? Already done.

He probably won't kill someone for you.. but, he will threaten it against them. Sometimes with you around to see it.. but at other times, he'd prefer if you didn't see his threats. He goes into detail and wouldn't want you worrying about what he says.

You get lots of date nights, this man spoils you. He'll tease the hell out of you too. Compliments, gifts, more compliments, and did I mention the compliments? This man never shuts up and you won't get a moment of peace where he isn't trying to say how much he loves you, or how nice you look.

"Is your milkshake good? Hey, hey, don't come at me! Just making sure they got it right, heh.. God, you look stunning. Y- you always do, don't get me wrong. But, tonight? Wow.."

He's holding your hand almost everywhere you go. If not, then his arm is likely wrapped around you.

He tries not to get jealous of your friends, he just wants all of your attention. He was sure that if he was to show how jealous he was when your friends would hug or touch you in any way, you wouldn't want to be around him.

He claims out loud that he is not a jealous lover, understanding that he cannot truly own you, even if he wants to. But on the inside he knows he's easily jealous, and he almost hates it. He deeply wants you.. He sees you as his after all.

He doesn’t care what you wear, because he’ll threaten to break any man’s jaw if they so much as try to look at you. It's rude to stare at what isn't theirs, and John hates rude people..

"Look at you.. so pretty.. and all mine.."

NSFW:

Oh, he taunts you. No doubt about it.

He wants contact. All types. ESPECIALLY eye contact.

He'll bend you over just about anywhere when it's just you two. Kitchen, bedroom, bathroom..

Maybe even an alleyway when you two are out? That's when it's time for the quiet game..

"Look at me, little puppet.. I want you to see who is making you cum. S- See who makes you feel this good, and know that nobody else can make you cum like this. I'm the only one who can satisfy you like this."

He laughs a lot during sex. A LOT. Some frantic giggles, filled with excitement. Others sounding flat out psychotic. He can't help it though, it just happens! So best to just let him do it.

If you two are separated from the day for any reason and he's alone, he gets off to the thought you. He's proud of it too, sometimes admitting to you that he had before having your legs wrapped around his waist.

"Y- yeah, you like the sound of that? You like what you do to me? Why don't we make it a reality, hm? C'mon, it'll be fun. I saw how red you turned when I confessed my actions, surely you want to do something about it."

[rogerswifesblog]

Never ending story

My Masterlist

Summary: After an accident something happened to you…and the accident was in 1913.

Warnings: accident, character death, brief alcohol drinking, smut, p in v sex, protected sex (i feel like it’s the first time I’m writing a smut with protection lord help me), brief handjob, light fingering, do I need to add anything more?

A/N: Jesus a one shot after such a long time omg I’m actually nervous. 😅 I recommend the movie „Age of Adaline”…it’s pretty much what happens in this oneshot too and it’s also a good movie:) the accident description is from the movie:) thank you @rogersbarber and @jamneuromain for proofreading

Steve and reader have an age gap here, with her being older but let's be honest considering he is like a 100 later on the 8 years difference don’t change a thing😂 besides I’ve probably messed up the ages and many things since it was hard to keep up😂

The story is not 100% accurate with the CA:FA movie.

Accidents often affect people’s life’s, not just from injuries but also because of the aftermath.

Yet you never expect your accident to change your life so dramatically.

In 1913, on your way to your parents house something highly unusual occurred, something almost magical... snow fell in Sonoma County, California.

Distracted from the road by the snow you lost control of your car, driving from the bridge right into a river.

The immersion in the frigid water caused your body to go into an anoxic reflex, instantly stopping your breathing and slowing your heartbeat. Within 2 minutes,

Your core temperature had dropped to 87 degrees... her heart stopped beating.

Then, a bolt of lightning struck the vehicle discharging half a billion volts of electricity producing 60,000 amperes of current.

Its effect was threefold.

First, the charge defibrillated your heart.

Second,

You were jolted out of yoir anoxic state causing you to draw your first breath in 2 minutes.

Third, based on Von Lehman's principle of electron compression in deoxyribonucleic acid, which will be discovered in the year two thousand thirty-five, y/n y/sn will henceforth be immune to the ravages of time...

At first you had never noticed it, but after over ten years you noticed something different-or rather nothing. Not a single wrinkle, not even a little change in your face nor body. Everyday was the same.

You were 36.

Yet you looked 25. Not a day older.

And people started to notice it, especially when you started to look very similar to your daughter. When she was 17, but both of you looked like sisters.

Even your husband noticed the lack of differences in your appearance. Luckily soon after he was drafted-of course it broke your heart to see him go, but considering your other problem, it was easier to think of a solution.

Moving. Running away.

So when the question started, you had to move, not expecting this would be your future from now on.

During the war it wasn’t hard to lay down, especially since everyone tried to do so, most people helped each other, while others just avoided most people.

A sigh escaped your lips as you walked around the World Exposition of Tomorrow, many people, not knowing you, nor your daughter. It was her birthday and you both decided to spend it somewhere special.

After getting some snacks you wanted to go to the front to watch the presentation of the new ‚flying car’. „I’ll go powder my nose, Y/N”, your daughter informed you. Y/N. She had stopped calling you ‘mom’ when she was 15. Sometimes, at home, but rarely. Especially now that you looked so close to the same age. You were 24 years older but…it didn’t look this way.

„Watch out-“, You called after a man that had hit your shoulder, making your purse drop, a couple of things falling out.

When you wanted to bend down someone was already holding up your purse.

His soft blue eyes looked you over once, before stopping to meet your gaze. „Ma’am, your purse”, said the gentleman, still holding the purse with a shaky hand. „Thank you, Sir”, you smiled at the young man.

He was slightly shorter, especially with the shoes you were wearing, giving you two or so inches more. His hair blond, looking soft but frail, like his frame. The jacket hanging rather loose around his shoulders, the pants held up by a belt tightly buckled around his slim hips, you could see there was an extra hole made for the belt to fit him.

„I’m…I’m Steve Rogers”, said the young man, holding out his hand. You shook it, introducing yourself to him, but just then your daughter walked back up to you.

When Steve’s friend walked up to you two, with two other dames who seemed to be rather interested in the friend himself than Steve, but that was the cue for you to go.

Besides, why were you even interested in spending time with this man? You were a married woman-and older. It might not look like that but you definitely were older than him by a couple of years.

Yet a bit of fantasizing wasn’t a crime, right? His blue eyes were probably the prettiest thing you’ve seen in a while.

During the expo you saw Steve a few more times, small smiles and gazes were exchanged before you had to leave, not expecting to ever see that man again.

Two years later you had to move again after the police accused you of having forged documents and a false ID.

But you were alone this time.

Your daughter had a husband, only married for a few months but she decided to stay with him-which you understood.

Nevertheless it didn’t break your heart any less. Especially since you knew your husband was also dead, after receiving the condolences letter.

That’s how you found yourself sitting at the small bar in Italy, a completely new country where nobody was looking for you. Briefly you’ve heard about the Captain America creation and other things, but you weren’t too interested in it, not with the heartbreak after being completely alone.

Heartbroken and alone.

Funny enough Steve felt the same way, walking into the bar, sulking and making his shoulders as small as possible, not wanting the attention of other people.

He really thought Peggy might like him-but he got it all wrong, she was seeing someone and just moments after this information he also found out Bucky's unit was missing.

Tomorrow he planned to look for them, waiting for Stark to arrange everything needed.

But tonight.

Tonight he was alone and heartbroken.

Steve wasn’t that type to flirt with random women or ‚hook up’, but tonight…he just wanted to be someone else, not the heartbroken little boy from Brooklyn, even though usually he’d be proud to be that.

But he felt like he let his friend down.

The woman he fell in love embarrassed him, which wouldn’t be the first time but it felt worse than ever before.

„Whisky”, he ordered, sitting next to you, making you lift your head at the slightly familiar voice. It’s like you’ve heard him before-but you shook it off for now.

Sipping on your cocktail, your gaze was glued to the many pictures at the wall, people smiling at the camera, while others looked away or at their friends.

The man next to you cleared his throat. „How…how is your evening ma’am?”, when you looked over at the man, your voice seemed to be stuck in your throat. He was handsome, yes, but it wasn’t what made your breath hitch. It’s his eyes. The blue eyes that you were never able to forget.

„Steve”, you said quietly, a sad smile creeping on your face as you looked at him over again. He furrowed his eyebrows a bit, before sighing. “Yeah, it’s me, Steve Rogers, the captain-“‘“wait, no Steve it’s…I mean, yeah, I’ve heard about it but I didn’t know it was you but-yeah, I can see the change”, you chuckled, placing your hand on his bicep and squeezing, before pulling away. That felt quite rude.

“We met years ago…At the…the world exposition of tomorrow-about the future flying car? You were-well, smaller-and with a friend, I was there with my da-“, you cleared your throat. “-dearest friend.”

It didn’t take long for him to remember the time you two met. After some catching up you ordered yourself another drink, Steve got another one too.

Minutes turned to hours…

“…I’m moving a bit around. I lost my husband-the war took him….”

“….Bucky was drafted…his unit…”

“….Buck always said I was stubborn and would either get enlisted or died trying, since I surely wouldn’t stop or…”

“….I wish we could just have a quiet life without wars…”

“..I remember when I was a kid…”

“…There was a time when I….”

The conversation kept going, skipping from one topping to the other, first the usual talk about what was going on, then sharing some memories and comforting words.

When the barkeeper informed you it was already time to close the place, you looked down at the drink you were still sipping. It was still the second one you had ordered, mostly untouched.

Steve helped you put on your jacket, you knew you didn’t want the evening to end.

Without saying a word you just wrapped your hand around his arm, walking with him along the streets, only a few minutes before entering your apartment building.

Steve followed. He wanted to be with you that night. He wanted to feel you close. He wanted to feel…needed….loved…cared after…

He wanted to forget about all the horrors around him.

So did you.

When entering the small apartment you took off your shoes and jacket, Steve hanging up his own and yours, before looking back at you, a nervous smile creeping on his lips.

“I don’t….usually do such things”, he started, making you take his hands. “Me neither Steve”, whispering you let your hands roam to his neck, slowly pulling him down as he placed his hands on your waist to pull you closer as you kissed.

Gentle, yet passionate. So full of…feelings. You couldn’t call it love but…but it was still close to it. It was shared pain.

And you knew the line between love and pain was so small it barely made a difference.

A quiet gasp escaped your lips when Steve wrapped his hands around the back of your thighs and lifted you onto his hips. “Where is the bedroom-“ “the couch is fine”, but Steve only clicked his tongue.

“I don’t…I don’t want it to…be rushed and meaningless”, he mumbled against your lips, making you smile a little. Not that you thought about it…you didn’t want to rush it yourself.

So you told him where to go, before being placed onto the bed, Steve carefully climbing over you, kissing your neck.

Slowly he undressed you, making sure to kiss every inch of your skin he uncovered. Your shoulders, your arms, hands…your stomach…before having you only in your underwear.

“You…you’re beautiful”, he whispered, before slowly taking the rest of your clothes off. A blush crept on your cheeks when you felt his eyes on your body, especially with him being still dressed. “Steve, come on let me help you with those…”, you chuckled, making him also smile a bit, as he sat back and started unbuttoning his shirt, revealing the white, tight undershirt beneath it.

A grin crept on your lips, sitting up, you let your hands roam over his chest and arm, before quickly grabbing the undershirt and pulling over his head. Your lips find its way to his neck, down to his pecks, making him moan quietly and letting you push him down onto the bed.

Now it was your turn to leave kisses along his body, lowering yourself till you were level with his zipper, opening it. Steve helped you push down his pants and underwear, his cock immediately slapping against his abdomen, hard and leaking.

Before you could get your mouth on him he pulled you up and once again on your back, his hands once again all over your body, spreading your legs apart, as he sat back on his heels and looked at you, especially your crotch. “You look so good…”, he mumbled, gently sliding his fingers through your wet folds.

A soft moan escaped your lips as Steve slowly pushed two of his fingers into your wet hole, wettly squelching as he pulled out again, watching his finger being covered in wetness.

You let your head drop into your neck, moaning quietly with every time he pushed his fingers back in. “Steve…I need you…”, you gasped.

It immediately made Steve’s heartbeat quicken to hear those words, hovering over you and reaching into his pants pocket, pulling out a metal condom tin and opening it, taking the condom out. “Already prepared?” “The captain has to be responsible”, Steve smirked teasingly.

You felt yourself blush at that, rolling your eyes with a grin on your lips.

Then, you watched as Steve slowly put the condom on, stroking his dick a few times, before letting it slide between your folds, brushing over your clit. You weren’t sure if he was purposefully teasing you or just doing it to…well, considering his grin he was doing it on purpose.

“Steve please-“, before you could finish, Steve leaned back down again, kissing you passionately, as he slowly pushed his cock into your pussy. A quiet and slightly surprised gasp escaped your lips, the stretch feeling more than expected.

You wrapped your arms tightly around his neck, one hand buried in his hair, while he was covering you with his wide frame-which didn’t feel intimidating in any way- it was rather comforting. Feeling his warmth and the weight of his body made you feel like you were in the right place.

The rest of the night was spent in a tight embrace, skin to skin, soft pleas and moans reaching your ears and the smell of sex lingered in the air.

When the sun started to rise you fell asleep in Steve’s arms, after having spent the best evening you could imagine together.

You woke up to a kiss on your temple and a soft whisper, “I hope we see each other soon.”

But you didn’t.

After saving Bucky and his unit Steve had many other missions following, which he had written about in a letter. One letter, with a lot of explaining and apologies and…an invitation for a date, after he’d be back.

But this also never came. You waited months. Years.

And then he flew the plane into the ocean, falling to his death.

Only then did one thing occur to you.

Were you able to die? Or specifically, from old age? If you’d ever meet a man, would you be able to spend your life with him? The idea of falling in love and watching your partner die broke your heart-you had already buried your husband, then Steve died and…oh god, you would watch your own child die.

Once again you got yourself a whisky, this time just at home not wanting to meet any new people, especially since that was how you had found Steve again. You swore you’d never get close to another person again, never get your feelings involved in something. There was a voice at the back of your head, it had been there for some time now, that always reminded you of Steve but now…you knew you needed to forget about him,

….definitely not expecting to ever see him ever again.

The years passed by, every ten years you moved, illegally bought a new passport, ID…a whole new life, whole new person. You wrote letters with your daughter, meeting up with her twice a year on your and her birthday.

You watched her age.

You watched her birth children.

You watched them grow up.

And you watched your daughter die.

At the age of 86 in 1998.

While you still haven’t changed since 1913.

Her funeral was beautiful. Many people were there-even though nobody knew you-or at least not as who you were. A family's friend. Her nurse. Kid from a friend…many different ways. But not as her mom. Her mom went missing in 1943, during the war, probably killed…yeah, that was the story people knew.

So you continued living, year after year.

Until 2012 arrived.

Two unexpected things happened.

An alien attacked you.

And you saw those beautiful blue eyes again.

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Wild take but i feel like Ryota would have a leopard gecko for sure idk why don't ask me why

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Proposal pie

Warnings: none?

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Summary: they say the way to a man's heart is through his stomach, right?

You walked into the kitchen, in the hopes it’d be empty since you really wanted to cook something instead of ordering take out. Again.

Since you became an avenger you’ve noticed how little time you had to cook proper meals, especially when you had to go from one mission to another.

But finally you had three days off, unless there’d be a life and world threatening villain terrorizing the city.

After buying some groceries you came back to a mostly empty compound. From what FRIDAY had told you Tony was in the lab, Clint and Nat training and Steve was jogging with Bucky.

You’ve decided on a very simple dish, spaghetti with meatballs, knowing it was Steve’s favorite dish. Even though he hadn’t told you this you had noticed the ungodly amount of orders at the italian restaurant a couple blocks away, always ordering some kinds of pasta.

Maybe he’d like your dish, too, you hoped.

“FRIDAY, please turn on my playlist for good mood”, you said before getting busy with preparing the food, not even noticing when Steve and Bucky walked past the kitchen to their rooms to shower.

“God, it smells good”, Steve whispered to Bucky, peeking into the kitchen and noticing how you stirred the sauce, while still shaking your hips to the beat of the music a little bit. A smile crept onto the soldiers lips, which Bucky definitely noticed but didn’t mention. “It definitely smells good. You should go and ask her if you can have some before the rest of the team smells it”, Bucky said, patting him on the shoulder.

Steve felt himself blush before nodding and slowly walking to the kitchen, clearing his throat loudly to get your attention. But the music was too loud.

“Miss, Captain Rogers is trying to get your attention”, said FRIDAY, turning down the volume of the music, making you stop immediately, “oh god…”, you whispered while slowly turning around to face him.

That was embarrassing. Especially considering your crush on him.

“Hi Steve, how was the run?”, you asked, blushing furiously while also trying to look at least somewhat casual. “It was alright…what…what are you cooking? It smells really good”, he asked, looking past your shoulder to the pan.

A smile crept onto your lips when you saw the appetite growing in his eyes. “It’s spaghetti with meatballs…would you like some? You must be hungry after all the running?”, without waiting for his answer you turned around to give him some of the food on a plate.

When you turned back around he was already sitting at the counter with a big smile on his face. “It smells really tasty”, he chuckled, scratching his slightly damp hair from the sweat. “I hope it’ll taste as good…I have a surprise afterwards, too”, you said while placing the plate in front of him.

After he asked for you to join him too, you sat down in front of him. Then he finally tried the first bite, moaning quietly in pleasure. “Fuck, this is good. Wow”, “it sure has to be to make the captain swear”, you chuckled, eating too.

He ate quickly, without talking much, especially since he had been hungry from all the running. Homemade food definitely tasted better than ordered. It was really good. He hadn’t eaten such a good meal in a while.

When he finished eating (while you still had half of your own portion left), you got up and walked over to the already turned off oven, taking out a pie.

“Wait is that-“ “apple pie. Yeah, you’re all America, aren’t you? With the favorite pie being an apple pie?”, you chuckled while cutting two slices and then bringing them to Steve. A blush had crept onto his face at your comment. “What can i say…I could never refuse apple pie”, he laughed quietly while stabbing his fork into the slice, before wrapping his plump lips around the piece.

He inhaled loudly, closing his eyes. “This is…heaven…”, he mumbled, shaking his head slowly. “Oh my god, I had no idea you were such a good cook and baker…I want this forever.” A chuckle escaped your lips as you listened to his words, “I think I want to marry you”, at which you two blushed furiously and looked up at each other.

“Ask me to dinner first, and then a proposal”, you tried to lighten up the mood, not expecting the coming invite to dinner tonight.

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