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Summary: Steve comes home to find you indulging in some ice cream and ends up comforting you when your pregnancy hormones try to get the best of you.
Warnings: Omegaverse; pregnancy
A/N: I remember needing to write more for Alpha!Steve Rogers when I wrote this, and this little piece was born. He's wonderful and I know I'll be revisiting him whenever new ideas come along.
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"'Mega, is there a reason you're on the floor?" Steve asked as he stepped into your shared kitchen.
His gaze swept over you in your curled up form on top of what looked like one of the plush blankets from the living room. Your knees bent up and as close to your middle as your swollen belly would allow. In your hands, he spied a half-eaten carton of ice cream, the spoon halfway with another oversized melting bite's worth. Your wide eyes at being caught tugged a smile across his lips.
The bags in his hands found a new, temporary home on the counter across from you. His mind already zeroing in on your guilty expression even as your mouth closed around the spoonful. The food within the bags could wait another minute or two. Their warmth and continued steam promised this as he moved to a crouch in front of you.
"Hey there," he murmured softly.
Your eyes widened more, almost comically while you swallowed the dessert you'd been indulging in. When you could finally manage to speak, you could only squeak out, "Dinner. I forgot about our dinner plans, didn't I?"
Tears welled though you did your best to blink them back.
Used to these minor mood swings, Steve shook his head. The smile that been tugging at his lips came out in the softest form he only showed to you, his omega. "You didn't forget anything, my sweet 'mega."
"I really didn't mean to forget," you continued, not realizing he'd spoken. "I saw you were out of that juice you liked, so I went to the store. While I was there, I saw this brand on sale. We haven't tried it before, and it was cheaper than that one we liked. So I bought some, and then I couldn't stop. Lil' one wanted something sweet, and this is so sweet. You want to try some? You should. It's really good."
You scooped up a healthy dollop on your spoon and held it out to him.
Having learned a while back that denying you would only result in more tears, he leaned forward until you could feed him yourself. The cool vanilla had a thicker, creamier texture for sure. You hadn't lied about it being really good. It would most likely end up on your list from now on instead of the more expensive brand you two had been buying up until then.
"So?"
"It's really good, sweetheart."
You beamed. "Right? I knew you would. It'll go great with other desserts, too. Pies and cakes, you know?"
"It would," he said softly, sensing you wouldn't hear him as you lost yourself in your thoughts. He merely remained crouched in front of you, happy to listen to you ramble a bit.
Your eyes bounced between him and the carton of ice cream in your hands as you continued to chat about anything and everything. It wasn't until you took another bite that your eyes dropped to the carton and stayed there. Your mood shifted again. Your scent soured.
Steve leaned closer, his hands reaching towards your knees. "'Mega, what is it, sweetheart?"
"I didn't save you half," you whispered, your voice thick with tears, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to eat so much. It's so good, but I really didn't mean to eat so much."
Changing course, he tugged at the corners of your blanket seat until he made the space he needed. His knees popped from standing back up, but he paid them little mind with your current state. In a few efficient movements, he slid behind you and pulled you into his arms, a purr rumbling out of him.
"No, not your purr," you groused, no real force behind your voice. Instead, you nestled deeper into the comfort he offered, letting his purr soothe you even as you continued, "I don't deserve it after being so mean to you, Alpha."
Steve grinned against your neck, his teeth nipping at his old teeth marks. "You're never mean to me, 'mega."
"I ate most of your ice cream," you said, the pout clear in your voice, adding before he could counter, "and I made you shave your beard. I miss your beard."
"Yeah?" He rubbed his clean-shaven cheek against you. "I can always grow it back after the little one's born."
"It'll going to be winter soon. What if your face gets cold?"
He chuckled. "Sweetheart, you and I both know that I have plenty of ways to keep my face warm."
To prove his point, he allowed his hand to smooth over your belly and downward until they reached between your knees, settling between your thighs. He gave you a gentle squeeze and left his hand there while the other moved to your belly and rubbed soothing circles over it.
You melted into his chest at the mixture of comfort and teasing in his words. The pleased hum and soft chirp confirmed that you'd heard him. Your scent shifted again into something pleasant and possibly a little more receptive to his gentler lovemaking since you'd grown so huge.
"And I'm not worried about a little ice cream. Your comfort is more important to me. If little one wants something sweet, I'll get you all the sweets."
Before you could think to protest, he moved his hand from your belly to your chin, tilting your face to his. He pressed a deep but chaste kiss to your lips so as to silence the protest you might've launched. The kiss only ended when he could feel you go pliant against him once more.
Well, that and he wanted to press another smaller one before he said, "Now, sweetheart, I got us a lot of food to share. Why don't we take this to our nest where we can veg out until we're both stuffed? You're going to need some energy for what I have planned for you later."
You perked up at that. A sparkle of mischief entered your eyes. "What do you have planned, Alpha?"
"You'll have to wait and see, 'mega."
Unable to help himself, he pressed another quick kiss, this one full of sinful promise, on your lips.
Scooting you forward, Steve pushed to his feet and quickly swept you up, blanket and all into his arms. He paused long enough for you to grab the bags before he strode toward your shared bedroom where your main nest awaited the night he'd planned.
Summary: All you wanted after a long day at work is to ride your motorcycle until your tension and stress disappeared. The last thing you ever expected was to find Steve checking out your bike or anything that follows.
Warnings: meddling Avengers (Nat & Tony)
A/N: This was a prompt fill for last year's Steve Rogers bingo. I remember giggling as I wrote this one. Hard not to when you have two meddlers who're trying to get two idiots together and finally succeed. Though, Tony was putting himself in a bit of danger by messing with Bruce's assistant.
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Dr. Banner couldn't get back fast enough.
Exhaustion and tension threatened to cave you in as you stepped onto the elevator.
Who knew a shift with Tony Stark could feel like an eternity?
Oh, how you missed the quieter, can-hear-yourself-think time spent with your actual boss. There hadn't been one thought that Mr. Stark had kept to himself. If he wasn't talking through one problem he wanted to work on, he was blasting his music at an ungodly level. Your head thumped to the beat until it throbbed and screamed for the quiet you preferred.
Dr. Banner played music, sure, but it was always at a level that you could tune out when it suited you. He also never really spoke unless he needed your opinion on one matter or another. The two of you could spend almost the entire day in silence, working on your respective duties. It was something you wouldn't ever take for granted again while praying you wouldn't have Mr. Stark for company again the next day.
All you wanted in that moment was to hop on your bike and ride.
Where? It didn't matter. Just wind yourself through the streets and out to the more country-ish roads until you found the peace you desperately needed. Sure, maybe you'd stop for a bite to eat somewhere, but you had no plans to stop until the hour grew late.
Maybe you'd even make a weekend of it. It's why you kept a spare set of clothes in your saddlebags. All it would take is a quick search for a little place to spend the night.
Your grand plan ground to a halt the moment you stepped into the parking garage.
Some oversized dude had apparently taken a liking to your bike and was now sitting on it.
The absolute audacity. The nerve.
"Excuse me," you shouted as you marched toward the guy on your bike. "What exactly do you think you're doing? Didn't your mama ever teach you not to touch other's stuff? Get off my bike before Iβ"
The words died abruptly in your throat.
The great hulk of a man who'd been on your bike had turned toward you at the start of your tirade. But, you'd been so caught up in shouting it took a moment to compute who he was. When your brain finally caught up to your mouth, it was too late.
Staring back at you were the bluest eyes you've ever encountered. The same eyes you'd dreamed about a time or two. How could you not? After all, they belonged to none other than Captain America, Steve Rogers himself.
To his credit, he appeared at a loss, quickly and easily moving off your bike and taking a few steps away. His hand came up to rub at the back of his neck as pink suffused his cheeks. "I didn't realize it was yours. Tony's been talking up his newest bike, and I was led to believe this was it. My sincerest apologies."
Your earlier ire died swiftly.
His sincerity and horrified expression was more than enough to easily forgive him. It was a relatively minor transgression compared to if he'd been a complete stranger who'd wandered into the gated garage.
If anyone should incur your wrath, it should be Mr. Stark, not Captain Rogers. No, Steve Rogers had only ever been kind and even sweet whenever the two of you interacted. It wasn't often he'd come into Dr. Banner's labs. When he did though, he was always courteous and maybe a little quieter than you thought he would be as you worked. He wouldn't linger, either.
You had no idea that he often wished he had more excuses to come into Dr. Banner's labs. Nor were you aware that he's liked you from the first time he'd seen you, but he'd never found an opening that made sense. He'd give almost anything to have a chance to learn more about you.
"It's, uh, okay," you finally stammered when you realized you hadn't responded to him. No, you'd been a bit busy losing yourself to your thoughts while also staring at him. Not drooling or anything, mind you, but in a way that Steve couldn't quite read if he'd deeply offended you or not. "I wasn't aware that Mr. Stark was a bike man. He doesn't seem the type."
That earned you a huff of what could only be laughter.
Steve's eyes crinkled at the corners as his smile blossomed.
"Yeah," he said after a moment, "he's more a collector than rider nowadays. Prefers his suit, you know."
You smiled at him. "Oh, I know he does. I don't think he stopped talking about it all day as he worked in Dr. Banner's labs. You don't, by any chance, know when Dr. Banner's coming back from his mission, do you?"
"Not a fan of Tony in the lab?"
Your face must've shifted more than you imagined it did. One moment, Steve's grinning at you, and the next, he's shaking his head and chuckling under his breath.
"You won't tell him, will you? I don't want to bruise his ego or anything. I mean, he could use an ego deflation now and then, but he's an okay boss. I just prefer Dr. Banner. That's all."
Steve's hands came up as if to ward off any more of your words. His smile gentled once more into the one that filled your dreams at night as he said, "Your secret's safe with me. Bruce should be back by next Friday, I think. I'm not exactly sure since his mission doesn't have a strict turnaround or deadline compared to others."
"Ah, okay," you said, hoping he didn't catch a hint of your disappointment. You'd really been hoping Dr. Banner would be back by Monday morning. That way, there would be no more Tony Stark in the lab. "Thank you for letting me know though. I guess I'll, uh, see you around, Captain Rogers."
When you would've stepped towards your bike, ready to get one with your plans, Steve stepped in front of you, blocking you from it.
"Call me Steve, please," he said softly, his voice holding a hint of something you couldn't quite put your finger on. When you glanced up to meet his gaze, you found his eyes watching you with something you so wanted to be interest and maybe a little bit of hope. As if to confirm, he asked, "You going straight home? I know a diner nearby. Good food, great atmosphere. It's a good place to wind down after a stressful day."
That certainly had your attention.
All previous plans flew out of your head as you stared at Steve and saw that same expression deepen with his gaze. Even his posture shifted in a way that made you think of a puppy, hoping it would be the one chosen this time.
Now, that was the most surprising part of all.
It was well known around the Tower that Steve was ogled and drooled over every time he walks by. He could have his pick of any hundred-plus women that work within its glass-lined walls. That included you though you adamantly denied you were as bad as some.
"Are you asking me out?" you couldn't help asking. After all, you had to be sure for fear you'd make a fool of yourself.
He nodded so emphatically. "Bad idea?"
"Oh, no," you shook your head, a smile sliding back in place, "diner food sounds really good right now."
"Yeah?"
You nodded your head rather vigorously.
Steve beamed down at you before his cheeks went pink. "Okay, great, um, just let me grab my jacket and keys. Then, we'll go. Wait for me? Five minutes, tops?"
He almost made it a full stop, but you managed to stop him. Your smile widened into a full-blown grin. You even shook your head while gesturing to himself.
"You're wearing your jacket," you said softly, then pointed at the keys peeking out of his pocket, "and I believe those are your keys right there. Unless you somehow managed to lift mine, copy them, and return them without my noticing."
His cheeks darkened into a rosier color.
You couldn't help thinking how unfair the color suited him better than it ever would you.
"Sorry, guess I'm just excited you said yes," he murmured, his hue growing even darker and spreading.
Your heart, the traitor, started pounding in your chest at the sweetness of his words. It'd been a bit since anyone had shown this level of interest in you, and you found it a little daunting but also so sweet. You couldn't help but feel the butterflies kick up when his gaze met yours with an earnestness that literally stole your breath for a moment.
Before your courage could fail you, you rose on tiptoes and pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek. Pulling back, you said, "Well, my bike is calling me to ride. Wanna grab yours and show me your diner? Maybe after, we can go on the drive I had planned for myself. I mean, if you don't have anything else to do and want to spend more time together."
"I'd really like that, but I don't want to impose on your alone time."
Oh, this man could just about kill you with his gentlemanly behavior.
"Wouldn't have offered if you'd be imposing." You allowed yourself a squeeze of his arm before stepping back and picking up your helmet. "Now, I'm starving, so let's get going. Definitely want to get out of here before Mr. Stark tries to find me and drag me back to the lab."
Steve grinned. "I'd keep you safe."
"Hm, that's good to know."
The two of you quickly donned what gear you typically wore. You with your full-body protection gear and Steve with only a helmet that you made him put on. Despite hearing his protests about the serum, you weren't having it, not when you'd gained what you hoped to be the first of many dates with him.
Your bikes roared to life within minutes, then spun out of the garage and onto the city's streets.
*****
Meanwhileβ¦
"You didn't have to throw me under the bus like you did, Romanov," Tony groused while watching the screens in front of them. "Can't believe I didn't see your meddling sooner."
Nat smirked, her eyes never leaving the screens. "You never do, genius. Besides, my plan worked just as it was meant to. Those two were never going to make a move if we didn't help them along."
"Yeah, I guess," Tony continued to grumble, "but next time, don't make it where I almost cost Banner his assistant. He'd never forgive me, and we don't need a Hulk situation in the city."
"You know I can't promise that."
'Tony sighed, his gaze going a final time to the screens. He watched as you and Steve made your way out of the garage. A smile flitted over his features.
"It's nice to see him happy, yeah?"
Nat nodded. Her smirk transformed into an honest smile as she said, "Yeah, it is."
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2) sex in front of a big window where anyone could glance up and spot them
3) fully clothed x stark naked
4) slow sex while one or both are injured (bonus points if itβs after a battle or after theyβve patched up each otherβs wounds)
5) body worshippingΒ
6) marathon session (they just fucking keep going, babyyyy)
7) finding a somewhat private area at a fancy party to fuck (coat closet, empty office, secluded corner on the big balcony, hedge maze if we wanna get dramatic, etc)Β
8) oops, we were just hiding in this closet, but then the close proximity get us too turned on not to fuck
9) revenge sex
10) finding their partnerβs sex toy/toys and making them play with it in front of them
11) quickie where you donβt take any clothes off, just tug and pull and expose the essentialsΒ
12) fucking, but one is still trying to keep all of their attention on the game they are playing
13) getting a little too handsy on the dancefloor
14) library sex for those dark academia vibes
15) jealous sex in the alleyway behind the bar
16) accidental i love youβs during sexΒ
17) seeing the love marks they left on their partner later and getting turned on all over again remember how it got there in the first place
18) a/b/o
19) getting turned on by their partnerβs new uniform for work and then roleplaying a bit
And donβt get him started if someone actually dares to get close. He gets super possessive, ridiculously pouty and full-on jealous if anyone even looks your way.
Youβre not just his mate. Youβre his everything. His heartbeat. The most precious treasure in his whole hoard and heβs not sharing. EVER.
And you? You secretly love it.
But how will you thank your dragon boyfriend for always guarding you?
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Jake's younger. He always looked up to Steve, it's partially why he joined the Army too. They're supportive and protective of each other. Steve tends to call Jake to simply ask if he ate some vegetables that week π
My brain went somewhere you probably weren't expecting with this. Canonically Jake has to pretend he died in combat and I'm just thinking of Steve getting word that his little brother is dead.
He cries in private, wanting to be strong for their sister and niece. But at the funeral, closed casket because there was no body, he can't hold back. He was supposed to be Jake's protector, to keep his family together.
When Jake turns up again, Steve doesn't give him time to explain before grabbing him in a big bear hug and just sobbing. He doesn't let go for a long time because he was so scared he'd lost his little brother. That he'd failed his most important mission.
Why do you hurt me and my Steve so much?!?! πππππ
You know how Steve takes the responsibilities on him and feels guilt for not being able to protect his little brother, even though he wasn't there to have a chance at actually protecting him in any way.
And you know Steve isn't letting Jake out of his sight any time soon, either. He probably has nightmares about it for a while and has to call Jake, no matter what time of day, just so he can be sure. Jake might grumble in the moment, but he can't blame Steve. π₯Ί
Mafia Steve takes this quite seriously. You thought you'd only get one night with the incredibly handsome man so you wanted to make the most of it. You had no idea Steve was going to put a ring on your finger in the morning.
-Zombie
As long as he treats me right, makes me feel safe and seen and wanted, he can wife me up right away π₯Ή
You tried to drag a big monstera there - "You know, a monster-a for a dark mafia monster, Steve" - but: one, you get a spank for trying to carry that heavy plant yourself; two, the conditions there won't be right for your precious green monstrosity.
-> He's a light-talent fairy who has the ability to possess the power to control, bend, and manipulate light. With his abilities as a light-talent fairy, he can bend sunbeams with a simple snap of his fingers. He's also able to create and shape rainbows however he wants them to be. Ransom also the ability to use photokinesis to cast illusions, turn invisible, and his favorite, illuminating the night by training fireflies.
-> Andy is an animal talent fairy and he loves every creature that he interacts with on his journeys. He does everything he can to help the animals that need it and he enjoys making a new animal friend! (Sometimes he prefers the animals he interacts with instead of other fairies.) Being an animal talent fairy, he's able to communicate with all animals and in their native language. Andy is also a natural at being able to track and guide both animals and fellow fairies. You can often find him amongst his animal friends, sharing stories with them and making sure their environment is taken care of as well.
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-> Jack is a storm talent fairy and he can sometimes be a bit unpredictable. He possesses the ability to summon thunderstorms as well as being able to generate and manipulate lightning. He's also known for being as fast as lightning, no one can see him coming. If he really wants to, he can also create and control atmospheric storms. With his powers, if he really wanted to be, he could be an unstoppable force.
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