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[bluemusickid]

Hi! I hope you're doing well 🥰 Can you I request one where Steve breaks reader's arm or leg by mistake during training and has to take care of her afterwards? Definitely won't mind if some smut is added 😅 Thank you!!

OMFGGGG MY FAV WRITER SENT AN ASK ASDFGHJKL (Also full disclosure: this has been one of my kinks for a while :P)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader

Warnings: slow burn (just a tad), 18+, SMUTTTT, unprotected sex (don’t be silly, wrap your willy), did I mention NSFW? Read at your own risk.

A/N: I would like to thank @imdarkinme for sending in this AMAZING ask! She’s a doll and I’ve been a fan of her writing for so long!! I would also like to thank @donutloverxo for converting me to a Steve Stan loool. I wanted him to be a bit dark here, but in the end his dorky side won. :P Without further ado, I hope you enjoy!! Send in your requests here and you can join my taglist here (or you could just send an ask lmao)! Thanks!

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The Learning Curve

You groaned as you got up from the mat, yet again. It was dumb of you to ask Captain Rogers to train with you. As a new recruit, you’d obviously wanted to impress him; he was the leader of the Avengers after all. There was only one tiny problem you forgot to factor in: the man was a Super Soldier, while you were...not.

“Come on, get up! We still have two rounds to go!” a voice bellowed from above you.

You mentally cursed at the voice. You’d tried to not let it affect you, but like many others, you had a bit of a crush on the Captain. But it wasn’t solely because of his looks, it was more about his passion to help and save and to protect. He was always so passionate, it was hard to keep away(which was a fiercely guarded secret). You felt like Icarus, when you were with him.

Getting up, you tried to block his punches, while getting in a few yourself. It was impossible, the man was a champ. You saw your opening, however, when he seemed to be distracted by someone approaching him from behind you. Seeing this as a golden opportunity to catch him off guard, you threw a punch aiming for his face. Unfortunately, he blocked the punch and pushed you, to ward you off. It seemed as if he too, forgot that he was a Super Soldier, pushing you a bit too hard.

You screamed as you fell to the ground, twisting to save your face, your arm breaking your fall. Your suspicions were confirmed as you tried to move your arm but couldn’t. Steve heard you yelp and rushed to your side, carefully inspecting your injured appendage. You squealed as he touched your arm, the pain indescribable. Steve whispered his apologies a million times, trying to haul you up by your waist, in vain. Finally, he gave up and picked you up bridal style, like you weighed nothing.

You gasped, partially out of pain, but mostly out of surprise at the sudden move. 

“Umm...Cap..tain..I..can..walk..” you stuttered, unable to keep the pain out of your voice.

He looked into your eyes and smiled, shaking his head. Oh dear lord. This man truly was gorgeous. Nearing the MedBay, he slowly placed you on the bed, his mouth tantalisingly close to yours as he lowered you onto the surface. You never realised how blue his eyes were, which at the moment were filled to the brim with anxiety and some other emotion; which you couldn’t quite place your finger on. Deciding you were probably delirious from the pain, you tried to focus on what the doctor was telling you.

“...so you’ll have to be on constant bedrest for the next two weeks before we can check again to see if you need a rod put in.” 

“Err, I’m sorry doc, what?” you mumbled apologetically, embarrassed by your thoughts.

“As I was telling Captain Rogers, you seem to have a hairline fracture in your ulna, which could require support. You need to rest and take it easy for at least two weeks. Training will have to be put on hold, and I suggest you call a family member to take care of you in the meantime.” the doctor said, scribbling notes.

“Oh, that..won’t be necessary. I can do stuff on my own, I’ll be very careful.” you said with a grimace, not wanting to seem weaker in front of Steve.

“That’s not gonna happen.” Steve said, firmly. “She’ll stay in my quarters. It’s the least I can do after breaking her arm.”

You stared at him, a million things going through your head. You and him, in the confines of a room, alone. Oh no. This was going to be torturous in more way than one.

“Oh no no no, Captain. I couldn’t. I wouldn’t like to impose. Plus, I’m feeling better already! I’m sure it’s more than manageable. Please..I..I’ll be okay, really.” you rushed, pretty sure that your voice was betraying just how fast your heart was beating.

Steve smirked. “This isn’t up for debate. Plus, I’m sure it would be easier for the others to check up on you when we’re away on missions.” he said, taking the prescription from the doctor.

You winced as he helped you up from the bed, the warmth of his hand making you hyperaware about what your life was gonna be like for 2 weeks. You sighed. It was gonna be a loooong two weeks.

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You realised after a week that your worries had all been for naught. Steve was an excellent caretaker. He made sure you took all your medicines at the right time, ate properly and rested enough. He was also a thorough gentleman, always calling a lady nurse when you needed to take a shower or get dressed; really respected your boundaries. But you couldn’t deny the shift in his behaviour towards you. At first, you felt like you were reading into it too much, but then it started to get more noticeable. They were little things, but it meant so much. He would insist on having lunch with you, no matter if you were quiet or chatty; Steve always was there. He brought your favourite blanket from your chambers to make sure you felt more comfortable. At night, he would make sure you were comfortable, get you hot chocolate, maybe even sit next to you till you fell asleep. One time, he held your hand till you drifted off; but you were sure that you felt him leave a small peck on your cheek as you nodded off.

If you weren’t falling for him earlier, you sure as hell were now.

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After hitting the two week mark, you went to the doctor again for a checkup. All seemed well, there was no need for a rod to be put in but the cast would have to stay on. Steve was there throughout the appointment, listening intently at everything the doctor said with his full focus. It was quite distracting and kinda hot, and you couldn’t help but sneak glances at him periodically. On one occasion, he caught your eye and grinned, catching you in the act. You wished the ground would swallow you up just then: this man fully well knew that you had a crush on him and was enjoying messing with you.

You nearly gasped as you felt his hand on your shoulder, guiding you to the lift. Something was different today. Steve seemed buoyant, which was very out of character for him.

“The nurse isn’t available today, she had some prior commitments. If it’s ok with you, I’ll be taking care of you tonight.” he said, softly. You gulped, his tone messing with your train of thought.

“Uh, that’s ok, I can manage things for a night. I’ve already imposed on you quite a bit and don’t want to create more of a hassle.”

Steve smiled. “Sweetheart, you’ve not been a hassle, trust me. It felt nice having you around, I enjoy your companionship. Just a few weeks more and you can get rid of me.” he said, with a mischievous grin. You groaned inwardly; this man was driving you nuts.

“Oh no, I really liked staying with you. You’re great company! I don’t think I want to get rid of you, ha.” you said in a flourish, mentally cursing yourself for being such a blabbering fool around him.

Steve looked at you, his eyes darkening. He stepped closer to you, opening his mouth to say something, but the elevator seemed to sense the tension rife in the air and opened at that exact moment. You both snapped out of the haze you were in with Steve beckoning you to his quarters, his hand resting softly on your back.

Back in your room, you realised you needed to take your nightly shower. You were about to call for the nurse, when you remembered that she wasn’t gonna come. Shit. You’d have to call Steve to help with your sling. Closing your eyes, you sighed before you walked to his room, praying to God that you would get through this. Just go in, get the brace off, and get out, you whispered to yourself. With that mantra in mind, you hesitantly knocked on his door. A muffled ‘come in’ reached you, and you timidly entered the lion’s den.

Steve was tinkering with the laptop, clearly engrossed in some work. You felt guilty disturbing him, but it was kind of an emergency. 

“Is everything ok?”

“Yes, I..just needed some help with my sling; I tried to take it off, but it’s not coming off. Can you..unfasten it? I’ll be out of your hair in no time..”

Wordlessly, Steve sauntered over to you, turning you around to face the wall. Softly, his fingers undid the clasp of the sling, pulling the straps off your neck, his fingers grazing over your skin gently. You jerked, surprised by the small currents you felt with these small touches. Turning you around, he helped you take your arm out of the sling, his hands accidentally brushing the sides of your breasts. You didn’t dare make eye contact with him; you were sure you would say or do something you would regret later on. 

“All done.” he whispered, his eyes not leaving yours. You realised he was merely inches away from your lips; the proximity driving you crazy.

“Thanks.” you mumbled, wanting to run out of the room.

“Are you going to bed? Do you need anything to drink?” 

“Yes, I was just gonna head to bed after my shower.”

“You can shower here. I’d be able to keep an eye on you then and you won’t have to worry about any mishaps. See? Win-win.” he said with a grin.

You were about to decline his offer but stopped when he held up his hand. “You need to stop thinking that you’re a burden on me. I like doing things for you, it makes me feel like I’m not totally alone. These two weeks have undoubtedly been one of the best weeks in my life. I like you, and I know you like me. I just want to show you how much I care for you in my own, peculiar ways.” he said, taking your hand in his, drawing patterns on your knuckles softly.

Your mind raced with all the information. You never knew Steve felt this way, he was always so taciturn. Your gaze flitted to his face, his eyes darkening the way they did in the morning. He didn’t need words to convey what his eyes said; he felt the same way you did about him.

You melted as he raised your hand to his lips, placing a kiss which felt like petals grazing your skin. Leaning down, his lips inched closer to yours, his breath tickling your face.

“Tell me if I should stop, and I will.” he whispered.

You waited a beat before making your decision. Raising your lips to his, you touched his lips slightly before murmuring, “don’t stop.”

And that was it. You were lost in the maelstrom of emotions that was Steve kissing you. It started off sweet, with Steve engulfing your lips within his, taking his time to make sure you were enjoying. It turned heated the moment you ran your fingers through his hair, gently tugging on it. Steve ran his tongue over you, begging for entrance. You moaned and opened your mouth, prompting him to unite his tongue with yours, as if to memorise every inch of you. You broke apart, the need for air greater than your desire. 

He picked you up and carried you to the bed, placing you on it carefully. Being extremely careful, he pulled off your tee, eyes widening as he took in your bare chest. Kneeling in front of you, he took off your sweatpants and your underwear, leaving soft but searing kisses at every inch of skin he exposed. You sharply inhaled, already feeling yourself get wet even though he hadn’t even touched you properly.

Lowering you to the bed tenderly, he made sure your arm was resting comfortably, placing a pillow underneath the appendage. Placing his hand next to your head, he kissed you deeply, pouring every emotion he felt into that kiss. You moaned as you felt his lips trail lower, leaving kisses along your neck, laving your pulse point. Moving lower, he kissed your breasts, leaving small bites along the way. Taking a swollen nub in his mouth, he sucked on it while massaging the other, prompting you to groan and run your uninjured hand through his hair, wanting him inside you.

While he moved his attention to your other breast, he trailed his fingers down your body, leaving goosebumps in their wake. He finally reached his destination, his fingers soft against your wet nether region. 

“Steve, please..I need you..” you whispered in urgency. His intrepid fingers found your swollen nub and circled; gently at first, and then with more intensity. Moving lower, his digits swirled around your wet lips, before plunging into your tight channel. You gasped as he began thrusting, his knuckles bumping along your front wall, hitting your sweet spot. You had to refrain from arching your back, instead relegating to pulling his head down for a kiss. He increased his speed, adding another finger once he sensed how close you were. You shrieked as you reached your peak, breaking apart from the kiss. 

As you opened your eyes, recovering from your orgasm, you saw Steve look at you, an unspoken question in his deep blue eyes. You nodded, cupping his cheek, running your thumb over his soft, soft skin. You don’t know what power he wielded over you, but it didn’t matter. You had no qualms being caught in this spell he wove.

Shedding his clothes, he returned to his place, widening your spread legs with his torso. Sitting back on his heels, he took in your body, his gaze running over every curve, every stretch mark, every beauty spot on your body. Taking his hard member in his hand, he gave a few strokes before lowering himself, running his nose against yours. He ran his tip along your wet folds before plunging into you in one swift move. You gasped and closed your eyes, your head falling back against the pillow. He gave you time to adjust to his size, your walls snug against him. After a moment, he began moving, careful to not move your arm. He started off slow, making sure you felt every inch of him. You hooked your legs around his hips, urging him to move faster. He took the hint, his pace increasing with each thrust. The coil in your belly was tightening and you could feel yourself hurtling towards completion for the second time. Running your hand along his back, your hand made it’s way to his ass, pushing down, begging him for more. Steve held himself up, looking deeply into your eyes, as he sped up his thrusts. You could feel him within you, each thrust hitting your weak spot over and over again.

You screamed his name as you reached your peak, your legs tightening around him; wrapping yourself around him like a vine. He was close too, his thrusts now becoming frantic as he was chasing his end. Your walls contracting around him set off his orgasm as he moaned, spilling every last drop of himself inside you. You both panted, as he dropped his head on your chest, trying to catch his breath. You both stayed like that for a while as you ran your fingers through his scalp, enjoying the feel of his weight on yours. 

There were many things to talk about, sure.

But for now, this was more than enough.

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[dontbethatshank]

Awkward Moments (pt. 3)

Request: “ Can you do an “Awkward moments pt. 3”? Those are my favourites ❤️”

A/N: I did this request before others only because I hadn’t uploaded group imagines in ages and this was the first one for it. Don’t worry - I will be updating TMHTL soon as well as a couple other single fics, stay tuned shanks

Thomas: You see, what many people would probably never think of concerning the Glade, is how it affects the natural ways of the world and of people. For instance - periods. You knew what it was. You knew what a tampon was. And you thanked the heavens when the month after you arrive in the Glade a box addressed to you with a note for only you to open it was sent up containing the sacred objects that helped make your period less awkward. Because if you had to use a rag or cloth, washing it would either waste water or it would further litter the small stream the Glade had and that would just be disgusting overall.

Anyways - your monthly secret box came. Alby never asked. Newt threw curious looks but learned to be respectful. Nothing ever changed - so there was obviously never any harm. Except when Thomas came up. When Thomas came, the brunet never stopped the questions. Who, what, where, when, and fucking why. It drove you nuts. He was adorable with his puppy pout and glossy, sweet eyes - but those questions. God, you wanted to strangle him. And once he noticed you got a ‘special’ box every month he soon grew curious. Five months into his coming and it was his favorite topic with you. “Is it edible?”, “Will it help us in the Maze?”, “Why don’t you just share it with us?”; and on, and on, and fucking on. By the sixth month, Thomas took matters into his own hands.

It was Thomas’s day off from running and he volunteered to help unload the boxes of supplies that arrived that day. Upon unloading, he caught eye of the small wooden box that had your name scrawled on it in neat, thick, black handwriting. With a glance around, Thomas snatched it up. And within seconds, he cracked open the box and found the plastic tubes stuffed with the thick cotton material. Thomas toyed with one, curious and confused. Then, he called Newt over to ask him and then Gally, and then half the Glade was gathered around - watching as e toyed with this piece of cotton. Out of curiosity yourself, you slowly approached the growing circle of boys and pushed your way to the center to see what was going on. And there you saw the masterpiece that was Thomas -sticking one tampon up a nostril, another in his ear and then two tied together by the strings that were flossed between his teeth and being used to look like fangs, he called them.

“Y/N! Why did you keep these from us?! They look really usable- and fun!” Thomas grinned mischievously. You smiled sweetly, glad to exact a quick coming revenge. Thomas needed to learn when to stay out of your business. “I see you found my tampons,” you mused, smiling. Most of the boys were snickering, and watching along - most thought you had been fooled. “Tampons? The shuck? What do you usually use them for?” Thomas mused, looking thoughtful as he continued to toy with one that he had in his ear, tossing it between his hands. 

“Oh, the usual. They usually get put into my vagina,” you hummed aloud, your stance becoming cockier as half the boys choked and Thomas froze. “E-Excuse me?” he asked slowly. “Oh, yea! You didn’t know? You see, once a month, for about five or so days, I bleed. Out of my crotch. And, well, Tampons, what you have right there, are used to stop the bleeding so my clothes don’t get ruined. Very helpful,” you explained, a bemused and gloating smile coming onto your face. Thomas’s face slowly turned red as he daintily threw the Tampons onto the ground, and the boys around him began to laugh. Thomas earned the crude nickname of “Blood Boy” after that. Though many serious questions were asked later n by Alby and Newt - which was more awkward for them than you. God, how you loved being surrounded by boys sometimes.

Minho: Being Minho’s girlfriend came with many perks. You got to be in the map room which was surprisingly very cool, you got to eat extra meat and potatoes from his plate, you got to share an actual bed in the homestead, and several other things. But it also came with a few downfalls.

You see, Minho was a… possessive person. Mostly from his joking nature. He was like a child with a toy, or a puppy even - he wanted everyone to know that it was his, but he adored it and took the utmost care of his puppy. But everyone had to know the puppy was his otherwise someone might think it was their puppy and Minho couldn’t have that. Except, you were the puppy. And Minho indeed was very thorough on making sure everyone remembered you were his ‘puppy’.

In the Glade, you were a slicer. You were already decently isolated from the others. You worked with the animals, collected eggs, cut the meat, and took care of the scraps - making it into fertilizer for the gardens. You did a lot of dirty work and that meant you were around very few people. Which could also be seen as a blessing in disguise some days. One of those days being today, in fact.

Last night, while cuddling with your boyfriend, Minho decided your neck and shoulders looked too nice. Too clean. Too perfect, as he said. So now, you had the small red marks going down in a bit of a sloppy line just right from the center of your neck. There were two marks below your collar bone and then two more on your shoulder. There was no way to hide it. Being the one to do the dirty work of the Glade you often wore baggy loose necked, short sleeve shirts. It was hot and the only thing worse than being around the smell of dead animals and animal manure was being a sweating, over heated mess while doing it.

So far, you managed to avoid most everyone. You get up early most morning and eat breakfast with Minho and start your work early once he leaves. This means you can leave early by about 30 to 40 minutes every day to go and shower since you were the slicer who was on strict fertilizer duty - which was probably the dirtiest job, honestly. So really only Minho had seen your oh so pretty marks, which he proudly admired very smugly, might I add. But now it was late afternoon. Runners were coming back and in about 20 minutes, the walls would close. That meant dinner would be soon - and you’d be around every single person in the Glade.

With a sigh, you finished cleaning up the living space for the animals, pushing manuer to the side to be used for fertilizer and laying down fresh patches of hay for the animals to eat/lay in. You walked off, calling over your shoulder you were going to shower. The other slicers got used to the routine and none of them minded - you tended to clean all the knives and prep all the stations in the barn every day before anyone got there. So it was honestly fair. So off you went, to go and wash yourself as clean as you could. And then, it would be dinner time…

Traveling forward about 30 minutes, you were out of the shower, dried off mostly, your wet hair thrown over your shoulder to best hide your… markings. You put on a baggy shirt and some old sweat pants you had found, walking over to the canteen to eat. Most boys had gotten their meals and you soon got your own, hastily saying a hello to Frypan and the other cooks and thanking them kindly before you found a seat with Minho. But your incognito could be hidden for only so long.

“Oi! Minho! What did you do to her!” Newt suddenly shouted. He sat in front of you. He was a runner also, but also Second In Command. He spent half his days in the maze the other in the glade. With a deep blush you looked down, but now all the other boys were curiously peering- and soon the wolf whistles and shouts started. “At least someone’s getting something!” a voice called, and Minho barked out a laugh while you only became redder and warmer. “The girl looks like she’s diseased almost, Christ,” came another voice. “Wonder what the bed looked like,” someone else joked. And that week, well, let’s just say you were the Glade Gossip and no one let you escape the existence of those little marks you had littered on your skin. And boy, did Minho enjoy every moment of it.