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geminixevans-stan · 1 year

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Little Elf

Pairing: Biker!Steve Rogers x Female Reader

Words: 2.9k+

Summary: The reader wanted to spread some hoeliday cheer by giving a gift. But what comes with that gift is something that she’s wanted all along

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, explicit language, explicit content, smut, Anal (f receive), daddy kink, use of handcuffs, spanking, anal play, and aftercare.

A/N: It’s been forever since I’ve written anything and thanks to my sweet flower @maladaptivexxdaydreaming for gracing me with this wonderful request! My muse jumped at it like it owed it money! Anywho! I hope you all love it! Like, comment, & reblog! ♥

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I do not consent to my work being copied, plagiarized, or translated in any way >:P

You thought it would be a good idea to show him an early Christmas present. Even thought it would be cute to visit him at the clubhouse in an elf costume to hand deliver the gift yourself.

What you didn’t think about was the consequences of your actions.

The consequences being you bent over his desk, legs spread wide as both your wrists laid between your thighs with the pretty gift wrapped around them. Your pretty little elf skirt was long gone and the anticipation of what your Steve was going to do had your cunt glistening in the well-lit office.

“My pretty little elf, what am I going to do with you?” he hums, standing erect as can be as she scanned his handiwork of you on his desk. His growing bulge concealed behind his jeans as he watched your pretty pussy become wetter by the second.

If only you could see the look in his eyes as he looked you over, your eyesight thoroughly concealed by his favorite bandanna. But, you’ve seen that look more than once before.

Whenever you decided to try him, that menacing, daring look he gave was all you needed to plead for your life. Even though, they would always fall on deaf ears, causing you to have a sore ass and a wrecked pussy the day after.

You try to wiggle your way out of the position, only to yelp at the sharp sting of his hand as it landed on your soft cheeks, accompanied by a disapproving sound spilling from his lips.

“Ah ah little elf, you brought daddy a gift. A gift that I plan on using over and over again.”

A whimper falls from your lips, causing him to chuckle as you hear his footsteps become more prominent with each step he took. The excitement and nervousness confused you but, your body heating up only had one mission.

Be good for daddy… we broke a rule

That rule you ask? It was a fairly simple one and when Steve found out that it was broken… He was confused.

Confused because you looked so goddamn cute and delectable in your Elf outfit and pissed that someone could get a glimpse of his pussy with how short your skirt was. Way above your knees and almost short enough for everyone to see his initials permanently on your skin.

Steve Rogers could be the sweetest man on Earth… to you anyway. But even he had to let his princess know when and where to not fuck with him.

What better way to find out than today?

If it was bratty holiday cheer you wanted to spread, he was going to make sure he returned the favor. With perfect strides, he steps in front of you, lifting your chin up with one single finger as she bent down to nip at the skin of your lips, causing you to whimper softly for him.

“What rule did we break baby? Should be easy to answer since there was nothing under that pretty skirt of yours,” you could just see the smirk on his lips. You knew it just by the sarcastic tone in his voice.

And you hated it…

With your chin captured between his fingers, you bit your bottom lip, feeling it tremble as you started to speak, “I didn’t wear panties…”

“And why didn’t you, pretty elf?”

You were nervous, that was apparent. Yet, there was something in you that still wanted to test him. To see just how far you could push him until he had you a crying and sore mess.

With a simple shrug or a shrug that you could do with the position you were in, you give him the prettiest smile that you could give him and say, “I guess I forgot daddy. You know you have to help your dumb baby with these thi-,” his hand wrapping around throat cut off whatever else you needed to say.

His grip was firm but gentle as he rested his forehead against yours, the scent of his cologne wrapping around your nose as feel his warm breath on your face.

“You’re my dumb baby, that’s a fact. But not that fucking dumb. Wanted to be cute and now look at you, princess. Dripping all over my desk, and my gift around your wrists,” the slow sucking of his bottom lip being tucked between his teeth, alerted you of just how fucked you really were.

But, you were in too deep to start begging now. You poked the bear too much and now your ass was going to pay. Your breath was yours once more as you felt him leave the front of you, hearing his footsteps in the same area but now behind you.

“Thought long and hard about what I should do, princess and I’m going to apologize to that tight hole of yours for what I’m about to do to it,” his voice gravelly as he moves closer to you, gripping the soft globes of your ass before letting go and smacking them both at the same time.

A guttural moan escapes your throat at how deliciously painful the sting was to your skin, painful pins radiating through your scalp the moment Steve pulled your hair back and brought his hand back down to your skin again over and over.

“What? You want them to hear you too? Does my princess like being looked at? Heard by others?” he asks as she slides his hand over your throat again, squeezing even tighter, “I think I saw Ari with his eyes on you. Think he heard you just now?”

The grip on your throat caused for little words to spill out. But, you knew to answer or things would get much, much worse, “N-no daddy… No… AH!!” you shriek, feeling a harder slap on your other cheek.

Steve pulls your hair taut, leaning your head against his shoulder as she licks a slow stripe up your cheek, “You’re lying, little slut. I know you better than you know yourself. And…” his voice lowers, slipping his hand from your throat, you feel his thick digits spread your drenched folds open, running them up and down.

“My pussy tells me a different story, don’t you my precious cum dump?”

It was all true, your body betrayed you every single time. Steve had the key and he knew how to please your pussy like no other person could. From your very first date, Steve had claimed you and your sweet pussy as his and you let him.

Over and over and over again….

There was no denying him at this point. No reason to even put up a front to him. Whatever he had planned was going to happen no matter how hard you pleaded and besides…

You knew you could stop him whenever you said the magic word

The easy way out was not what you were looking for. You wanted Steve. Wanted to be his little fuck toy until he was tired and now was your chance. With a shaky breath, you let out a soft giggle, swiping your tongue over your bottom lip as you looked up at him, “Maybe daddy… Maybe Ari could fuck me better. Seems like you’ve lost your touch”

Silence…. Absolute silence.

Steve let out a low chuckle, the tick in his jaw apparent as he slowly let your hair go, “Oh princess… my sweet girl. I think you really are fucking dumb,” a low growl erupts from his lips, encasing you in his arms as she carefully takes you over to his sofa, dropping you down carefully.

He positions you with your face to the cushion, ass up and your wrists nestled between your legs as he takes his spot behind you, his chuckle returning as she grips your ass cheeks tightly and letting them go.

Your thighs were beyond drenched with slick, fresh droplets hanging from your lips as Steve admired you from behind.

“It’s such a shame, pretty elf. You look so good like this. Too bad you had to be a fuckin’ brat,” he murmurs, slapping your ass again as you hear the jingle of his belt being loosened and the button of his jeans popping. You can hear the rustle of his jeans and briefs being pushed down the same time, anticipation lacing your body as you lay your head against the plush sofa.

You sway your ass in the air, smirking before crying out as she lands another swat on your cheek, “Daddy please!”

Steve hums, sinking two fingers inside your drenched cunt as he pumps them slowly in and out of your soaked hole, “Oh we’re so done with manners baby. You wanted all my attention and now you have it,” coldness lacing his throat as he pumps his fingers inside you, hooking them expertly to bump against your spongy spot.

Moans slip from your lips as you feel him stretch and scissor your slippery opening, coating his fingers in your slick as you fall deeper and deeper into pleasure. Your body heating up from how close he could push you to the end.

“Oh… fuck, daddy. That’s so good, m’ so close” you whisper softly, feeling your cunt flutter and drip before he snatches his fingers from you. You whine protest, yelping when he slaps your ass again.

He leans over your body, his cock, pressing against your opening as your eyes flutter closed, “Only good girls get to cum. Let’s see how nice I am after I wreck that pretty hole of yours,” smacking your ass again before sinking his cock into your wet channel, groaning when he feels you wrap around him.

Steve curses under his breath, sinking in deeper as you let out a low groan, feeling every inch of him stretch you out, feeling him pulse inside of you. He leans back from your frame, spreading your cheeks apart and spitting on your puckered hole before slowly sinking his thumb inside and thrusts deeply into your tight pussy.

He snaps his hips slowly, inching his thumb deeper into your ass, leaning his head back as he enjoys the warmth of you around him, “Why’d ya have to be a brat baby? Huh?” he grunts, sliding all the way out to the tip, and thrusting back in as she knocks the breath out of you.

With each snap of his hips, Steve stretches you more and more, removing his thumb as you hear the pop of a top open and cold fluid drip over your tight hole. You try to move away, feeling both of his hands pull you back on his cock.

Your mouth hangs open at the feel of every inch of him inside of you, trembling when you know what’s coming next.

Steve wasted no time pulling from you, resting his cock between your soft cheeks. He grabs both globes in his hands, massaging them softly as she feels you relax for him, “That’s it my pretty elf, be good for me. Don’t wanna hurt you too bad,” he whispers, sliding his cock up and down between your cheeks, tucking his bottom lip between his teeth, closing his eyes slowly.

You feel his cock harden fully, eyes widening under your blindfold at the damage you know he could do. Breathing deeply, you stay still, as he lines his cock up with your puckered hole, beginning to slowly push past the tight ring.

“Fuck… me” you groan out, clenching your hands closed as he sinks his thick cock further inside of you, feeling the stretch of every single inch, “Fuckfuckfuckkkkk, daddy”

“Goddammit princess, need to fuck this hole more often. Gripping me like a fucking vice” he grunts happily when he pushes every inch inside of you, “Look at that perfect ass. Swallowing my dick like a champ,” admiration in his tone as he squirts more lube on your hole.

He throws down the bottle, gripping your hips as she pulls his hips back and sliding back in slowly to get you used to his size before slamming back in gripping you tightly.

“Holy fuck! I didn’t mean it, daddy! Ow!”

Steve snaps his hips over and over, reaching down to rub circles over your clit as you begin to relax your tight ring around him, “Hm, I think you did baby. I think you wanted this. You wanted them to see what’s mine” he growls, changing the pace of his thrusts as he strokes you deeper, making you cry out in ecstasy.

He reaches forward, gripping your hair in his hand as he pounds your ass, the loud sounds of slapping skin and the noises coming from your lips echoing against the walls. You squeeze around him tighter, feeling the pleasure bloom in your core from the double stimulation.

“I just… wanted.. Fuck!” you whimper as his strokes become deeper and quicker. Juices dripping on his fingers as your mind goes blank.

“What was that pretty elf? Couldn’t hear you” he snaps his hips once making your cry out, “You were say dumb baby?” snapping his hips twice as you make the same noise again, “What’s the matter princess? Hm? Don’t tell you went dumb already” he coos, taking you squeezing around him as his answer before pounding you once more.

You words were incoherent, save for the sounds don’t stop daddy. Just like that. As you say it over and over again. All that was left of you was a blissed out slut, taking every single inch that her daddy gave her.

Wanted to get back on his good side was everything as he was showing you what happens when rules are broken. Steve couldn’t even be mad at you for acting out. He was busy beyond belief and there wasn’t anything else he would rather do than to be with you all day.

In some way, right now, he was making up for it. But oh, he was more than willing to put you back where you belonged in the process. You’ve acted out before but not to this extent. Steve had to make sure that his lesson was well learned.

He placed his hand at the small of your back, making you arch more as he crossed his arms over your ass and pounded into you tight hole deeply, making you feel every single part of him.

“Oh.. My… daddy… daddy” you whisper for only him to hear. Your head reaching into the clouds the higher he took you to pure bliss and pleasure.

Steve kept using you to his pleasure, keeping his pace just right as he could feel you squeezing him tighter and tighter, signaling the end coming near. He releases you from his grip, leaning over to tilt your head up with his hand as she strokes you deeply.

“Does my little elf wanna cum? Hm?” he asks, smiling when he sees you nod frantically, the act was all he needed to return him back to wrecking your ass.

With precision, Steve kept your back arched with his hand keeping you pressed down, snapping his hips, as the clapping sound of skin centered back to what he was doing. He licked his other fingers, dropping them down as he rubbed quick tight circles around your clit, hearing you moan out softly.

Spurts of slick dripped down into his palm as she brought it up to lick every single drop before returning his fingers back to your clit, “That’s my fucking girl. Cum for me little elf. Cum hard for daddy. Right. Now” he growls, while punctuating every syllable with the snap of his hips.

You didn’t need to be told twice, the dam gushing out of your pulsating pussy was first before your mouth flew open, the most pornographic sounds spilling from them as orgasm after orgasm began to crash down on you.

The splashing of your release quickly triggered his as he pushed deep inside of you, filling you tight hole with rope after rope of his cum. Steve held your hips, groaning loudly as she filled you, “Fuck! Goddamn, princess, keep cummin’ on my cock just like that,” Steve’s voice trembled as he emptied himself, pulling out and slamming back in as he filled you with another load.

The pulse of his cock only triggered another release for you, feeling yourself collapse on the couch as Steve followed you, kissing down your back slowly before pulling out and unlocking the handcuffs from your wrists.

You try to move, only to be pushed down softly when you hear the clicking sound of a camera, tensing up automatically.

Steve presses a kiss to your shoulder, before the sound happens again, “Just me, princess. Just taking a pic of art,” he murmurs, almost getting hard again at his cum leaking out of your ass.

He hums, softly, taking you in his arms as he lays back on the couch with you on his lap. You rest your head on his shoulder, relaxing as she rubs aloe all over your cheeks, kissing your body all over as she takes care of you.

“Did so good for me, so fucking good,” he whispers, opening up a bottle of water and pressing it to your lips, giving a satisfied hum when you drink half the bottle before pushing it away.

Steve holds you tight, feeling the light breath on his neck as you lay on him, feeling completely satisfied. You feel his soft lips, press to your temple, making you snuggle close as she gives a soft chuckle.

“What did we learn baby?”

The answer rings in your ear as you lean up to look into his eyes, smiling softly, “Never wear panties…”

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lanadelreyscokewhor3 · 2 years

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RELIGION- S.G ROGERS

Pairing: Normad! Steve Rogers x Innocent/ Virgin! Fem! Reader

Word Count: 3.7k

Summary: Steve’s prayers have finally been answered after all these years, as he finds you waiting for him in the church he calls home. Captivated by him and his charm, you get swept up in his arms, to soon find out Steve isn't the saint he painted himself out to be.

Warnings: SMUT, HEAVY daddy kink, HEAVY innocence/ corruption kink, breeding kink, petnames, degradation kink, heavy praise kink, dumbification kink, finger sucking, teasing, masturbation mentioned,almost like training in a way?, cumplay and gagging implied, blowjob implied, smoking, steve is kinda soft!dark here

Notes: “ cause you’re my religion, you’re how im livin... when all my friends say i should take some space...well i cant envision that for a minute- when im down on my knees you’re how i pray” - religion, lana del rey

the chapel: a playlist

Steve had not expected to see an angel at the end of the isle, when he stepped through the gleaming oak doors.

He had been to this church many times in his life, its worn wooden pews and golden crosses familiar to him like the back of his own hand. He had sat in those very pews that lay in rows, no other person around to bother him as he would stare up at the marble statue by the organ, or with his head between his hands as he stared at the rustic floor that so many others had walked before him.

But he had never seen an angel, contained in these walls.

Steve wasn't an overly religious man. But he had needed something- anything to believe in with the insanity that had managed to slither its way into his life, a snake with venom so poisonous he had found his way here again.

It appears he had found something new, something else to believe in, he thought, watching your little frame stand at the end of the deep plush carpet that had guided his way towards you.

The sunlight that filtered in through the stained glass windows shimmered around you like a halo, lighting up your features like the diamonds. It was mesmerizing, the way it shinned down upon you, focusing on you like a spotlight.

Moving with you, as you tilted your head back, soaking in the dimmed rays that made their way through the images plastered on the glass.

You looked up at the lanterns that hung upon chains from the high arched ceilings, the wooden beams their support as they flickered.

“It’s beautiful, isn't it?” you hummed softly, feeling a presence near you, his aura dark and mysterious.

Enchanting.

Steve had found his way next to you, arm close enough to touch, warm body heat rolling off him in waves to wrap around your skin, soothing the goosebumps that had broken out across your arms.

Steve was fixated on you- truly.

Your voice had sounded like the sweet strings of a harp, being strummed in perfect harmony. He had wanted more.

“It is.” he spoke softly, voice husky as he stared down at you.

He didn't know you were talking about the marble statue that adorned the dais, arms reaching up towards heaven, as if that would save him from the tears that spilled across his pained face.

Steve was talking about you.

You turned, little white dress brushing against his thigh as you smiled. His breath caught in his throat at the sight of you, your eyes twinkling like stars in the night, smile showing your little dimples in the hazy light. You were better than he had ever imagined, a sweet, innocent soul.

One he wanted to corrupt.

“ He looks in pain, in a way. Or sad. But it’s beautiful, when people cry.” you sighed, looking up at Steve in wonder. As if he was the angel who had flown in, had come and saved the day.

“We’re all in pain, are we not? But many of us shape that pain into beauty.” he nodded, hand reaching up to wrap a finger around a stray curl that had draped across your cheekbone.

You leaned into his gentle touch, though his hands were calloused. His hands were beautiful, as you could tell they had been in pain. They had carried weights they shouldn't have had to carry. You felt safe with Steve, despite his dark demeanour.

He was soft with you. Gentle.

“What’s your name?” he whispered, as if he was unsure if he should be asking. “Y/N.” you smiled, glancing back over to the altars, peering at the candles that continued to burn, wax dripping and spilling onto the tables. “I’m Steve.”

A pretty name, for a pretty man… you thought.

You had to focus on something, anything else but those blue orbs that threatened to swallow you whole. Or you’d drown. And you weren't so sure you’d want to be saved.

“I’ve never seen you around before, angel.”

Angel.

The name alone was enough to send shivers down your spine, despite the mugginess of the dry summer heat. “ The door was closed. I opened it. Now I’m here.”

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Now I’m here.

Those words rang through his head like the bell in the tower, striking at six. Twelve. Nine. Then six again.

Somehow, through the endless amounts of prayers he had whispered to the universe, to the gods and goddesses, you had appeared. He had begged for salvation.

You, it seemed, were just that.

Steve saw you each time he slid through those old rustic wooden doors, standing in front of that very statue, by the burning candles and crosses.

Almost as if you were waiting for him.

It was never on a Sunday, but a Wednesday, an empty chapel day. The day of expression, and communication. Steve often would slide up behind you, as he did the very first meeting, intertwining your hand with his with a gentle squeeze.

Some days he would tug you along, sliding into a pew with you to hold you closer, or he’d take you through the back way- to the overgrown gardens. Other days, it was the two of you staring at the stained glass, or the statues, in silence.

You liked both days. You liked any days you could be with Steve.

“You know I’m not even religious?” you had told him one day, stretching your legs in front of you from your seat on the wooden bench, flexing your feet. He had just raised his eyebrow. “Why were you here then angel?” Steve had asked as you toyed with his shirt.

“I was following a little white cat, but he left before I could pick him up. He led me here. Then you showed up, so I stayed.”

Steve had liked that answer. He had liked it a whole lot.

Wednesday meetings had turned into Wednesday and Friday meetings. Then Saturday. Then Sunday.

Those meetings had changed from the church’s grounds to little cafes and parks, old Hollywood cinemas and roller rinks. Those “meetings” had turned into dates.

And one of the dates turned into Steve sweeping you up in his arms under the pale moonlight, pouring his very heart and soul into a kiss that left you dizzy.

Now the two of you were here.

Here, on his bed, the golden sunlight streaming down on Steve in rays, like they did in the chapel- showcasing the strands of rich honey in his beard. You were sleeping soundly on his chest, rising and falling with his breathing as he propped up against the headboard, petting your hair lovingly.

Even in sleep, you clutched to him tightly, as if you were scared he’d leave you.

Steve learned very early that your love language was touch. Innocent touches.

Everything about you was innocent.

You were attached to him at the hip, always holding him in some manner, or tending to him, whether that was playing with his hair or kissing his neck, leaving little smears of your lipgloss on his skin.

Nothing more than that though.

You had told him early on in the relationship you were a virgin, and you had wanted to take things slow, as you weren't used to getting attention- only giving it. Steve was completely fine with this of course, knowing your soul was much too innocent, too pure to be handled by anyone else.

Steve wanted nothing more than to take care of you, to love and cherish you. But sometimes, his thoughts would turn south. He hated himself for it, he truly did. But how could he think clearly, with you looking like that?

So beautiful, so innocent and carefree.

Sliding his hand down, he slowly brushed your back, resting his hand gently on your ass, squeezing tenderly.

“Mmm…” you stirred in your sleep, readjusting yourself as he chuckled. “Little steps for a little girl hmm?” he cooed, patting your flesh softly as his hand made its way back to your back, rubbing circles as he listened to your calm breathing, your body still deep in its slumber.

He wanted to corrupt you.

He wanted his darkness, his desires and needs to fill you to the brim, until you were spilling over with want and neediness.

Little steps Steve. Little steps.

“Don’t worry angel, we’ll get you all trained for me soon.”

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It had started off on the couch, on a rainy Tuesday afternoon. You listened to the sound of the rain pattering down the windows blending with the vinyl that spun on the vintage player.

Perched upon Steve's lap, you watched him intently, drumming your figures against his lean biceps, your nails giving him a soothing scratch. You looked so little, so fragile as he seated you on top of him, and he adored it.

He was hesitant to do what he was about to do, but all logical thoughts left his brain as you peered up at him, doe eyes wide.

“Can you open your mouth for me please angel?” he asked gently. You tilted your head, eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

Open your mouth? Why would he want you to open your mouth?

He wasn't helping you brush your teeth, and he wasn't spooning ice cream between your plump lips.

Despite this, you obeyed, mouth opening slightly. You listened to Steve, you knew that he knew what was best for you. He had reminded you time and time again, and you were thankful for it. Steve could sense your hesitation, watching you part your lips only slightly.

“Good girl!” he smiled, seeing your cheeks flush, your thighs shifting as you squirmed in delight at the praise.

He knew about it since the very first meeting, sensing your body language whenever he would compliment you, or praise you for your actions.

God, he couldn't wait to tap into that even more.

“Wider.. atta girl.” he cooed, slipping his two fingers past your parted lips, making your eyes widen in surprise. “Just trust me baby okay? You’re doing such a good, good job. Just suck on em, justttt like that.” he murmured, watching as you slowly relaxed your jaw, hollowing your cheeks as you sucked on his fingers like a pacifier.

Your eyelids felt heavy as you sucked, swirling your tongue around his digits. It was relaxing, you realised. You didn't know why exactly he was making you do this, but you couldn't complain about how it was making you feel.

“What a big girl eh? Doin it all by herself.” he smiled as you moved your hands to wrap around his wrist. He slid his fingers out with a soft pop!, watching the string of your saliva stick to his fingers from your lips.

“Good girl angel. My beautiful angel.” he said, kissing your neck as you giggled, praising you until you were a squirming mess.

Rewarding you.

It became a daily routine, those little moments of serenity. Positive reinforcement- is what it was called, he discovered. Gifting you little rewards, things you liked whenever you did what he asked, so you’d do it more, and more.

It worked, and it worked well.

Pretty soon, you’d trot up to Steve at the same time everyday, perching up on his lap to take his fingers. He’d slowly push them deeper and deeper, so you’d be ready for him, on your knees.

But not to pray. Never to pray.

Steve tried it with other things, like calling him daddy. What you were supposed to be calling him.

It had slipped out when the two of you were having a heated makeout session, his hand tangled in your hair as teeth and tongues clashed. “Stev-”

“It’s Daddy to you angel. Only Daddy, mkay?” You had nodded slowly, bringing your hand up to touch your swollen lips. “Daddy?” He had just smiled. “Yes angel, daddy. Makes me so happy, when you call me that.” He slid his hands up your skirt, knuckles brushing your inner thighs, making you purr like a kitten.

So far, his tactics had been working like a charm. You had been obeying him, trailing him around the house just for the small chance you’d be able to play with his large, veiny hands, or be able to wrap your arms around his torso and squeeze him like a teddy bear.

You had even begun to call him daddy without even realising it, the name slipping out of your mouth as smooth as silk. Little did you know hard you made him each time, your little actions causing him to grind against you subtly.

It was torture. The sin that littered his thoughts whenever you neared, whenever the sweet, sickly smell of your arousal clung to his skin, making it heat and burn.

Steve needed release. He needed it now.

You were already in a vulnerable state of mind at the time, the hour growing late, your body tired and limp. He watched you from his armchair in the corner of the bedroom, exhaling the cigarette smoke from between his lips, watching it vacate through the opened window as the curtains swayed gently in the cool night breeze.

You watched him intently, legs clenching together at the sight of him manspreading, head lolled back against the soft velvet. “Can I have a drag?” you asked sweetly, shuffling up on your knees, the bed dipping slightly under your weight.

“Little girls like you don't get cigs angel. They’re not good for you.” he chuckled, watching you pout. “But you get them!” you huffed. He tapped his smoke on the edge of the ash tray, letting the stray ash fall as he shifted up from his seat.

He made his way across the room in two strides, sliding the cigarette between your parted lips. You inhaled deeply, smoke feeling your lungs, choking you. You coughed and spat as you exhaled, the smog burning your throat.

“See? It’s yucky.” he smirked, putting out the but. “Why’d you let me then?” you asked, wincing at the stale taste.

“Cause you gotta learn angel. When I tell you no, it means no. For good reason at that.” he laughed, flicking your nose with a smile.

“Hmph.” you huffed, forgetting about the bitter taste as he lightly pushed you down upon the silk sheets, making your hair sprawl out around you. “You’re so beautiful angel.” he whispered, hand coming up to cup your cheek, thumb rubbing your bottom lip, tugging it down occasionally.

“Yeah daddy?” you blushed, feeling your core heat at the praise, your body going taut under his touch as you shifted your thighs together for friction.

It didn't go unnoticed by Steve. He smirked.

“Yeah, angel. Such a beautiful, beautiful girl for me. My girl.” he emphasised, breath getting caught in his throat as you slipped his thumb in your mouth, sucking on it softly as you peered up at him innocently.

“Wanna be your good girl.” you smiled, licking the saliva off his thumb as your hands came up to brush the hair that curled at the back of his neck, the strands soft as silk between your fingers. “You wanna be my good girl? Then can you answer something for me? Truthfully? You know daddy doesn't like lies.”

You nodded, eyes wide.

“Do you get those tingles around me angel? The ones you told me about earlier, the ones that make you feel all warm n fuzzy?” he cooed, biting his lip as you nodded, squirming under him. “Can you show daddy where?”

You grabbed his hand, guiding it down to your quivering cunt, sliding it under the slip of your nightgown. “R’here daddy.” you whined, moaning as he tapped his two fingers against your clit.

“Oh angel, you’re awfully wet. Is this all for me?” he tsked, grinning as you bucked your hips up into his touch, tugging his hair tighter. “S’all for you daddy…”

“You gonna let daddy make it all better? S’not good for little girls like you to be gettin this all worked up.” he pouted, mock sympathy dripping from his words like acid.

“Want you to fix it daddy, make me all better. Please?” you whispered, lapping up each drop of the stinging liquid that dripped from his tongue like a woman starved.

“How could I say no to a pretty face like that?” he smiled, stroking your cheek, his hands tracing over the plains and valleys of your body, watching your breasts perk up, nipples pebbling from under the sheer white lace of your dress.

“Mmm daddy whatta doin?” you asked timidly, curious to what the man above you was doing, his hands resting on your thighs. “Gonna make it all better angel. Now be a good girl and present to daddy, attaaa girl.” he cooed as you allowed him to spread your legs apart and flip your nightgown up, revealing your soaked panties to him.

“Just a dumb lil baby arent you? I gotta do everything for you?” You shook your head, watching as he began to slide the flimsy fabric down, down, down past your thighs to the tips of your toes.

“S’fine, you know I like takin care of you angel eyes. But tonight, I’m gonna take these-” He dangled the thong from his fingers, setting it down on the bedside table beside him. “And I’m goin stroke my cock with em, and you’re goin watch angel. Then, after daddys got his cream all over em, I’m gonna shove it between those pretty little lips of yours, okay?”

You nodded, purely dumbfounded. This side of Steve, you had never seen before. Not that you were complaining- of course. You were just… new to this.

Very new.

“Yes daddy.”

“Good girl angel. You’re never gonna leave this house unless you got my cum in your panties, gotta stuff you full of me allll the time.” he grinned, pupils blown as he took in your beautiful body, all splayed out for him.

Like an angel.

You whimpered as he took his fingers, running the digits across your slit, watching you clench around air as he teased you. “This is mine now, okay angel? My fuckhole. It’s daddys property now.”

You moaned at his words alone, your head lolling against the sheets as he slid off his shirt, the dim glow of the candles making his chiselled abs gleam faintly. The sight had you sucking in air through your teeth, his muscles flexing as he bent your legs causing you to spiral.

“Are we gonna do what we always do? With your fingers?” you begged, hiccuping as he patted your puffy folds tenderly with the palm of his hand. “Something so much better baby. You’re gonna love it so much, it’ll make the tingles feel all better. Daddys here now, takin care of you just like he should.”

You watched as he unbuckled his belt, the jangle of it making you jump as he shrugged off his jeans and boxers, exposing his hard, aching cock to you.

“ It's so big daddy!” you whispered, watching as he smirked in delight. “S’not gonna fit in there…” you trailed off, gasping as he rubbed his cock against your soaked folds, moaning as he tapped your clit firmly, his precum mixing with your juices.

“Oh we’ll make it fit angel. How else is daddy supposed to take care of you hmm?” You whimpered, watching as he neared your entrance.

“Daddy m’scared.” you confessed, gripping his bicep tightly, crescent moons forming across his soft, smooth skin as he ever so slowly pushed the tip in.

“Shhh, shh that's a good girl. I know you’re scared angel but daddys here now, that's it honey.” he praised, slowly easing in, stretching you as you cried out. “You gotta relax for me angel, or else it won't feel good to you. And we don't want that do we? Daddy's little fucktoy needs to feel good.” he cooed, encouraging you to take deep, shaky breaths as you allowed him to fill you up, your walls hugging him like a glove.

“Daddy s’big-” you cried, tears falling from your doe eyes, sliding down your flushed cheeks as he seating himself fully in you.

“This is how it's gonna be from now on angel, I gotta keep you filled all the time. You gotta keep daddy nice and warm.” he teased, leaning down to brush a soft, tender kiss on your cheeks, lapping up the salty tears that lay there.

“You’re doing so well for me baby. I’m so proud of you.” he whispered, tenderly kissing along your jaw as he slid out slowly, making you gasp. “Proud of me-e?” you asked, moaning as he thrusted slowly back into you, his hips picking up an easy rhythm as you threw your head back in pleasure.

“So proud angel. Hey, hey eyes on me okay? I’m right here, I’m with you angel. We’re gonna go to heaven together, you and I.”

“S’good daddy. Feels so good-d.” you hiccuped, the pain turning to pleasure as your legs trembled, muscles turning limp as he rocked into you, hissing at the way you’d clench around him tightly.

“Told you I’d make you feel good angel eyes. D-daddy always knows.” his breath caught as your nails raked down his arms, tugging him even closer as you wrapped your legs around his waist. “Wanna fill you full, stuff you full of my cum. You want that angel?”

“Yes oh gods!” you screamed, heavenly fire caressing and licking down your spine as your core churned, the feelings of pure pleasure overwhelming your senses.

“Cum for me angel. Cum for daddy.” he whispered, voice husky in your ear, echoing off the walls as you wailed his name in bliss.

You shattered under him, the pieces of you snapping off with each thrust, glistening on the sheets like broken glass. It was heaven, the way he made you feel. Your orgasm escaped you with a gentle tug, your vision turning starry as Steve’s hips shuttered.

“Fuck angel… look attcha, milkin me dry.” he cooed, watching your juices squirt on his cock, coating him. “Daddy need you-” you moaned, screaming as his grip harshened, a final thrust before he came with a grunt of your name, followed by endless praises.

“Oh angel, my sweet angel…” he whispered, watching your body shake and squirm under him, your breath coming in short little gasps from the stimulation your body just endured.

He was so proud of you. So proud of his little girl for taking him all, for pleasing him.

“We’re gonna get you on your knees soon honey okay? Just like mass.”

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what about steve rogers is a virgin and his girlfriend's reader is experienced. She decided to show and take away his virginity.

I'm the Captain Now

A/N: Ok Miss She Hulk. Purr. This one is insanely cute thank you for the request!!

WARNINGS: SMUT MINORS DNI. Mentions of losing ones virginity (obviously), Unprotected sex, fingering (f receiving), oral (m receiving), soft sex, orgasm, P in V

You filed away your last report on the recent mission, standing up from your desk you straightened out your pencil skirt. Looking in the reflection of the mirrored glass, you slyly undid the top button of your blouse, revealing your scandalous cleavage and a hint of your lace white bra. Ready to go visit Steve in his den.

Steve was a true gentleman, adorable, kind, charming and while it made you blush how flustered he’d get when you’d pull on his belt slightly or your kisses trailed down his below his jaw he’d always promptly sit up, coaxing you back to a more… modest position.

You thought maybe because your relationship was taboo, and as a S.H.I.E.L.D spy you weren’t meant to be rendezvousing with America’s sweetheart. But you couldn’t help the tinge your heart felt whenever he’d push you off

“Now gorgeous save this for another time.” He’d say while rebuttoning your shirt, his sweaty palms struggling with the buttons.

It was endearing to say the least, you figured maybe it’d just been 60 years since he last did it and he was nervous, but you decided tonight was the night you were going to finally get to bask in the glory of America’s ass.

You knocked on the door of his room, opening it up a crack and peaking your head in.

“Hey Captain.” You let out a soft drawl to let the soldier know you had entered. He was reclined on his bed, doodling in his journal, quickly placing it to the side when he saw your face.

“There’s my gorgeous sweetheart, how you are doing?”

“I’m good.” You joined I’m on the bed, sitting on the edge reclining your arm out to give him a proper view of your bra peeking out.

Steve gulped at the sight.

“I wanna talk to you about something.”

“Yeah, what’s going in that pretty little head of yours?”

“We’ve been together for a couple of weeks now and while I’m enjoying all the kisses and cuddles… is there a reason you freeze up whenever I touch your belt? Ya know it’s not a bad thing if we do it before marriage right? Times have changed and we discovered God isn’t going to come down and strike us.”

Steve looked down, fiddling with his hands. He knew he had to be honest with you eventually. It’s not that the sight of you didn’t get him hard as a vibranium. It’s just that…

“Well, ya know I was in the ice for a while. I went in at 27, and it’s not like I wouldn’t love to… you know…”

“Fuck me?” you said pointedly

“I was gonna say make love to you but yeah that too. It’s just that… I’ve never done that before and I worried if we did you wouldn’t like it, so I tried to hold it off as long as possible. I understand if you don’t want to see me anymore and go through the hassle of teaching me what to do.”

“Oh Steve, honey, I didn’t know.”

“Know what? that I went into the ice as a virgin? Yeah, talk about a tough 60 years.”

You snorted out a laugh. “Well, I don’t want to stop seeing you. And if you want, we can leave it for another time but I have no problem teaching you a few things.”

“Really?!” His blue orbs lit up in excitement.

Catching himself, he cleared his throat

“I mean, yeah I’d like to... if you want to… we can do it... ya know... like how they do it on your cable channel thing or whatever... I’m not- “

“Steve.”

“Yeah?”

“Stop talking.”

“Yeah right of course.” He sat up straight next to you on the edge of the bed. His hand drifting to your thigh as you turned to kiss him.

His mouth immediately engulfed yours. While he lacked in experience, the boy sure knew how to kiss. Your hands inched under his shirt; you caught his breathe in the kiss.

“I’m gonna take your shirt off now ok?”

Steve was dumfounded and simply nodded enthusiastically.

You pulled his shirt over is head, revealing the delicious effects of the serum. His hard pecs illuminated by the bedside table lamp.

You had to slow down your thoughts not wanting to rush the old timer.

You stood up. “Now I’m gonna take off my clothes, ok?” His eyes glazed over as he watched you unbutton your blouse. Your hands fell behind your back as you slowly unzipped your skirt letting it pool at your feet. You stepped out your heels leaving them in the fabric circle.

Steve could feel his cock hardening at the sight of you in your lace white set.

“Is this, ok?” you asked reassuringly.

“It’s better than ok I think this is the best day of my life.” You chuckled at his boyish comment.

Closing the space between you two you straddled his waist.

He fell back onto the sheets, grasping at your skin eager to touch you.

You moved your body downwards, anchoring your knees on the mattress. Slowly you pulled down his grey sweats, being greeted by his hard cock slapping against his chest.

Your eyes widened at the size “You’ve been hiding this the whole time Rogers?”

He gave a sheepish grin through ragged breathes, trying to focus on not ruining the moment by cumming prematurely.

“I’m gonna put it in my mouth now ok baby?”

Steve let out a laboured “please.” Begging to feel the warmth of your mouth, your hot breath only adding to the ache of his swollen tip.

Slowly, you took him into your mouth. Inching downwards towards his base, swirling your tongue around his length.

“Oh God… Jesus Christ Y/N.”

He had never felt anything like it, he relaxed into the pillow enjoying the sight of his length disappearing into your soft, red lipped mouth.

His hands falling to cup your cheek, overwhelmed by the sensation.

“Stop, stop, stop.”

“You feeling, ok?” you replied coyly

“I feel fucking amazing, but I don’t want to end this before it even starts.”

“I get you.” You travelled back up his body, positioning yourself once again in the straddling position.

“Can we do it… the other way… ya know with you lying down? I just want to do it properly the first time” Steve asked shyly

“Of course, we can.” You rolled off the hunk of man, getting comfortable amongst the pillows.

Steve hovered over you, pausing to drink in the sight of you. A small wet patch had formed at your entrance, the fabric sticking to your pussy like a translucent portal to an oasis.

Slowly he leaned down to kiss you. His hand travelling over the moulds of your breast, drawing soft shapes on your stomach, and landing over the now drenched panties. He tested the waters and applied light pressure to your heat.

“Aghh Steve.”

“Are you ok? Was that bad? Did it hurt?” He quickly retreated, studying your body for injuries.

“No silly haha it felt good do it again… but this time under the panties.”

You helped Steve discard of the lousy fabric. He once again moved his hand towards your heat, this time more daringly sliding his finger past your folds and rubbing in an agonisingly slow up and down motion.

The feeling of his rough hands against your heat, brushing up against your clit was intoxicating and you left out soft moans, grabbing his forearm for support.

“That feel good sweetheart?” Becoming more confident with his actions and with close examining of your face when he reached certain spots. Steve dared to speed up, circling your clit and applying light pressure.

“Omg Steve yes… please I need you inside of me.”

That was all he needed to mount on top of you. You helped him guide his length towards your hole. The initial entry of his tip in your folds sent him falling ever so slightly above you, catching himself with his arms on either side of your head.

You lay like that for a moment, both enjoying the initial feeling of pleasure.

“You can move now baby, don’t overthink, just in and out… it’s a natural function.”

With your encouragement Steve started to thrust into you, slowly at first as he became accustomed to the new feeling of what the inner walls of your pussy felt like.

He stretched his neck moaning at the sensation.

“Oh my god, Y/N, holy shit… yes.”

You were overcome by his length, moaning and clenching your walls around him.

“Go faster baby.” With that his thrusts increased, hitting your cervix, causing you to jolt in pleasure.

Steve then felt a sudden stream of liquid meet the tip of his cock.

“Shit, what was that are you ok?”

You gave him a weery smile, “That was me cumming baby.’

Pride overcame the gorgeous man on top of you as he broke out into a beaming smile.

“Did I do that?”

You bit your lower lip and nodded, adoring his pride at being the cause of your release.

With that, his confidence grew as he continued to thrust into you.

“Shit baby I’m gonna cum what do I do?!”

“Just keeping going… please… I wanna feel your cum inside of me.” A switch flipped his head as he let out his release inside of you with a loud grunt.

His arms finally giving as he collapsed on top of you, holding your hot skin close.

“Holy shit.”

You pulled back a loose strand from his glistening forehead

“What’d you think Cap?”

“I think I’m an idiot for not doing that sooner.” He gave you a lazy smile, raising his head to meet yours for a long, drawn-out kiss.

He brought his head back to your chest, using your boobs as a pillow and before you know it the soldier was letting out soft snores. Exhausted from his release that was 60 years in the making.

You smiled to yourself, the now proud owner of Steve Rogers virginity.

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summary: weeks away on a covert operation had steve longing to be where he was meant to: between your thighs. Didn’t they say distance made the heart grow fonder?

warnings; overstimulation, depraved steve as well as touch starved? steve, smut, p in v, housewife kink, mentions of violence

a/n: steve is like, really depraved in this..A mission goes wrong and what does he do? Takes it out on your pussy :)

The smooth sounds of Etta James waft through the kitchen, the vinyl recorder Sam had gifted the both of you sits perched on the windowsill nook.

You’re almost done with the roast you’ve prepped earlier, preheating the oven before clearing away the dirtied utensils strewn about the granite countertop. Steve would be coming home tonight, finally, after 2 weeks away on some undercover mission Fury refused to tell you about.

God you truly felt like a part of you was missing each time he slung his duffel bag across his body, your heart aching with every passing day where you didn’t where or how he was, always left on edge for fear of getting that phone call.

Missions like these were rare but they still were expected from the super soldier, and at times you wished that he was solely yours, not America’s golden boy.

You usually cooked together, you and Steve, putting the expansive commercial oven to use, and with the summer evenings stretching into warm nights it was perfect to hold dinner parties for the rest of the team.

But there was something about cooking something just for him, your heart preened whenever he’d groan in appreciation for a meal that you created, testing out the waters with different flavours and tastes. He’d always eat your food he’d said, no matter if it tasted like hot garbage or a fine dining restaurant. You’d shoved him then, telling him your food would always be good. You didn’t go to culinary school and shelve over thousands of dollars that you were still paying, for it to be anything else.

Placing the marinated glazed chicken into the warmed oven you set the oven to cook for an hour, give or take, just in time for Steve’s arrival home. The house had already begun to smell like caramelised onions and honey and feared you might eat the whole thing before he gets here.

You began finishing the dessert you’d curated last night, the recipe was one you fine-tuned over these weeks, noting to add to your menu once you’d gotten Steve’s approval. He’d always helped you with the development of new menu items, with such enhanced senses it was like having a table full of experts, sometimes you’d even say he had better taste than you.

Sometimes.

The French doors of your shared home were left open, letting the syrupy warm rays flood into the living room, the smell of chrysanthemums you’d planted was wafting in, and the gentle crash of waves glided with the jazz sounds coming from your vinyl player.

You so badly wanted to lay on the plush rug and just bask in the summer heat, it was just right, not too hot, but enough to get your skin warmed. Your mind shifted to summer days in which you and Steve lay just right there on the living room floor, your body sprawled out against his beating chest.

His soft words reading a novel or nimble hands across your warm body lulling you both to sleep. You can’t remember how long it’s been since you and Steve just existed, outside of missions and superhero duties, but just exist, as two people who were in love.

It was what made today all the more important, the super soldier mantle Steve rested on would be deserted for a couple weeks, after you’d challenge to sue Fury over refusing to give Steve his well-deserved break.

There was still a mountain of dishes waiting for you in the kitchen sink, and you began to roll up your skills to tackle them before you hear the front doors slam open, the bang of it vibrating throughout the expansive house.

You glance at the chestnut case that has your pistol in it, the one Steve gifted you when he was away on missions and anxious about your safety.

You’d spend countless hours with both Steve and Natasha learning how to shoot properly, the kickback now gliding with your body instead of pushing you two steps back.

You found that you were quite good at it anyway, the blaring bull's eye shots in the shooting range causing Natasha to question if you really were who you said you were.

If anybody walked through that hallway looking for a helpless wife to take advantage of, they would be met with a hole in their chest, Steve made sure of it.

There is a loud thud, like something big and heavy dropping to the ground, and it causes you to bristle, facing backwards from the opening hallway, fingers gripping the sink and eyes strained on the drawer to the right.

Maybe you weren’t the fearless woman you thought you were.

You begin to maneuver your body to reach for your pistol before you hear the familiar sound of Steve’s boots against the hardwood floor.

Of course, it’s him.

You laugh at yourself as the beating in your heart eases, your chest evening out in neutral breaths and you're instead filled with eager excitement at his long-awaited arrival.

You turn quickly, a smile stretched almost painfully on your face, ready to meet the site of his open arms and warm smile. But Instead, you’re met with a quite different view.

Steve is standing there, still dressed down in his soldier uniform, the star dirtied with ash, blood and mud. His boots press into the hardwood floor, leaving large footprints marked with dirt.

Steve's eyes stare directly at you, unwavering and a deep cerulean blue. He looks animalistic, a wolf life expression that takes over his usual soft features, his blond hair tussles and mussed, all over the place as if he’s run his hands through it too many times.

His cheeks are rosy, and his knuckles are bruised and god why is it so hot in here? You can’t take your eyes away from his intense stare, mouth agape and your back pressed into the kitchen sink.

His chest is heaving up and down and he breaks his stare to let it travel across your body, eyes zeroing in on the apron he’d bought you, tied around your waist, hugging your curves and pressing your boobs, causing them to spill out.

Your hair is held up high, messy but kept out of your face, and you don’t think you look the picture of presentable, much less sexy but a dark look takes over his features, and his bloodied knuckles are pressed into tight fists.

The loud thunk of his shield drops to the floor, leaving an imprint of dirt and dust, and that simple act has you breathless, your thighs squeezing against each other.

What happened? Why was he acting like this? Steve was all smiles and soft kisses when he’d come back from missions, his demeanour now, well it almost looked as if he was still locked in his super soldier mindset, with you being the target.

“Steve?” You squeak out, gulping down a breath.

He growls, he literally growls, the sound vibrates through his chest and in two long strides he’s looming over your trembling figure.

You don’t have a second to react before he’s gripping your hips, maneuvering your body to bend over the granite countertop, lips crashing into your own.

He gulps down the moans that fill your mouth, hands trailing all across your body, squeezing, pinching, gripping. His shoulders relax as if the stress of everything has just been lifted off his shoulder, and his fingers come up to cradle your head, deepening the kiss.

His tongue trails over your lips, before biting down on them, causing you to let out a pretty squeak that allows him to shelve his tongue into your mouth. Steve was usually so gentle, all sweet honey kisses, now though, this kiss was anything but that. All teeth and tongue, the truth of his eagerness and insatiability falling into your mouth.

The bruising kiss begins to teeter on asphyxiation before he lets go of your lips with a loud pop, the instability burning in his dark orbs seems to shine even brighter now, as he begins to trail bruises down the column of your throat.

Steve begins to softly rock his body against your own, your head thrown back as you feel the stiff hard on press into the softness of your thighs.

Steve groans into your skin, sucking on the taste of it, vanilla and lavender bursting on his tongue from the body wash from earlier and your gardening from the morning.

He begins to move down your neck, leaving hickeys that were purposefully hard to obscure. Steve kneels at the foot of the counter, hands gripping your hips as he sucks a bruising kiss on the dimple sitting on your thigh.

Steve begins to murmur as you rack your fingers through his dirtied blonde strands,

“Mission..bad, you- you good. So fucking good” Steve groans as he reaches his fingers to tug your lace panties down. It’s all he says before he pulls them and tucks them into his pocket.

Your eyes widen as he rides your fitted apron up to your stomach, pushing your stomach down onto the granite countertop, before gripping your thighs, and placing them on his shoulders. He kisses his way to your pussy, licking at the skin, his harsh breaths on your clit causing you to moan loudly.

“Steve” You groan in earnest, needing him where he refused to be.

His eyes flicker up to your face, a smirk falling on his before he licks a long stripe through your folds, moaning at the taste, before sucking harshly. You groan his name loudly, head lulling back as you enjoy his harsh bruising tongue.

Steve moves his tongue to suck on your clit, his fingers coming up to caress your thighs, before shelving a digit into your pussy.

Steve begins to curl his thick fingers into you, eyes fixated on your withering body, watching every moan, every shiver, every groan of his name as he moves his tongue and hands to leave you in a heaping mess of arousal.

How long would it take before he broke you? The thought caused his erection to press painfully against him, spurring him to add a second digit. You try and close your legs, hands coming up to press against his chest before his thick arms come up to press your stomach back down.

Steve tutts mockingly, refusing to stop his rough mouth against your pussy and his fingers from pressing into your walls.

Your eyes begin to roll into the back of your head as Steve’s ring finger glides over a particularly spongy spot in your pussy, he grins against your clit, driving his fingers deeper into you as he curls them against the spot. Arousal drips from between his fingers, collecting onto the granite countertop as the wave of pleasure crashes down on you, Steve refuses to ease his motions, driving harsher and further as your orgasm violently.

Your thighs shake from beside his head, your back arching from the countertop as your vision clouds with saccharine pleasure.

You can’t speak, the broken syllables of his name the only thing falling from your lips as you lay shaking, uncontrollably. Steve’s eyes darken as he watches you, his mouth sucking onto your clit as he helps you ride the waves of your orgasm.

“That’s it, just like that my pretty girl, god don’t you look so pretty underneath me?” Steve mutters more to himself than anything, fingers trailing your trembling clit as he collects the last of your arousal, sucking on his digits as he slowly raises from his knelt position.

His hands come up to grip your waist, fingers wiping down across your face, before gripping your cheek, a singular thumb wiping the tears collecting on your waterline.

“What do you want?” Steve says, the question startles you, it’s Steve asking for your permission, the truth of his goodness shining through even at times like this, where you could practically feel his clothed cock bumping into your stomach and the shivers that went down his back as if he’d cum right then and there.

Steve would still jump into a cold shower if you told him to. But you didn’t, no you didn’t want that at all, you wanted him in you as deep as possible

“I want you Stevie, and I want it all” You whisper breathlessly, nails digging into his shoulder blade as he groans audibly. His eyes darken with a possessiveness that tells you you'll leave limping and blissed out. A shiver runs down your back as Steve trails his eyes down the prisms of your body underneath him, hands trailing over bite marks and bruises.

“Well, who am I to deny my pretty girl?” Steve says, before snapping his hips into the junction of your thighs. Steve doesn't give you a second to get accustomed to the sheer size and girth of his cock, before plummeting into you roughly, a groan passing his lips as your name falls and rolls over his tongue.

“Fuck, you feel so good baby, so fucking good” Steve moans into your skin, sucking on the slope of your shoulder as you grip onto him tightly, his cock hitting and gliding against your greedy walls just right.

“Been thinkin’ bout this the entire mission, almost got Sam killed cause this pretty little pussy was on my mind all. damn. day” Steve grunts, fasting his pace so that he rutted into you loudly, and with such ferociousness, you feared a bruise would appear.

The pornographic sounds of your moans and the thick slick of Steve's cock pounding into your dripping pussy echoed across the house, emulating into the front yard from the large open living room doors and for once you were glad your shared home was a further drive up from the surrounding neighbours

Your head lulls back as Steve’s thrusts deepen, your walls fluttering around his length as he repeatedly pounds into your cervix. Steve reaches his hands to grip your neck, and carefully raises your arched back to rest in his arms. With one hand wrapped around your waist, Steve raises your thigh to rest on his shoulder, enabling him to press you into the granite countertop, going impossibly deeper than you fear you would split in two.

“Just like that, god you take me so well doll, gripping me so fucking tight” Steve groans into your ear, his thumb tracing the outline of your face, pushing the strands of hair pack behind your ears and raising your body to grind onto his own.

Your hips begin to move on their own, your greedy pussy chasing the release that was just around the corner, Steve's cock brushes against the spongy spot he'd abused not even a few moments ago, slowing his pace to drive deeper, almost cursing you to bounce off of him.

Your eyes roll into the back of your head, as spit begins to dribble from your open mouth, Steve's cock filled you to the brim, leaving you almost suffocatingly full, each stroke began before the last had even ended, somehow never letting you feel empty as his thickness engulfed your tight walls.

It had taken a while to get used to the sheer size of him, the first few times he'd made you come with just the tip, but god even know, years later, you felt like you were mere moments from collapsing onto him, cumming just from the sensation of his cock driving against your walls.

And as if Steve was reading your mind, he slips a hand to circle your clit, and all it takes is the roughness of his thick fingers before you’re cumming around him, your walls squeezing him tightly as your mind blackens. Your nails press into his back, scraping against the expansive muscle, causing him to groan loudly as your pussy practically flutters around him.

Steves presses sloppy kisses across your body, humming into you, nodding as he watches through hidden lids, growling as you moan his name loudly. He made you like this, a heaping blubbering mess incapable of even coherent English, he loves it, he craves it, the sight below him, refusing to blink of fear of missing even a second of your arched body, shaking violently.

“Let it out darling, let it out, I’ve got you babygirl” Steve murmurs. The sweet pet name Steve whispers, contrasts against the harsh pace he's resumed, pressing into you insatiable, even as the aftershocks of your orgasm continue to run through you.

“Just one more baby, just one more, can you give me one more? Hm? Will you let me empty my cum into this tight little hole?” Steve groans, as he grips the small of your back, pressing you into his chest as he loses all abandon. What seemed to be the last of Steve's restraints is broken as he rocks into you with such roughness all you can do is grip his arm tightly, head rocking against his shoulder as he slides his thick cock into your fluttering walls.

Holding you up with just one hand around your waist, Steve fucks up into you mid-air, eyes laser-focused on the image of his cock disappearing into your cunt, the slickness of your orgasm glistening across his length, and dripping down your folds.

Your walls tighten unconsciously as Steve thrust into you from a different angle, gliding his thick cock against your walls in ways you didn't think were possible, Steve groans your name as the feel of your tightenings walls grip his length, causing him to stifle as his thrust grow sloppy, unable to move as if your cunt has wrapped an iron grip on it.

Profanities fall from Steve's lips as he throws his head back, the dirty blond strands lying messy onto his forehead, Steve's grip on your waist tightens painfully, as he shoves the entirety of his length into your cunt, his cock still thrusting into you uncontrollably. And as if his own climax triggers your own, you throw your head back in equal ecstasy, revelling in the burning hot pleasure falling down the slope of your back. Thick white ropes of cum shoot into your quivering hole, coating your walls with its milky slick, both of your arousals leaking from between your folds.

You slump your back onto the kitchen countertop, the coolness of the granite causing you to groan as it eases the burning heat radiating off of your body thanks to the human furnace above you. Steve follows your motions slumping onto you, as he basks in the aftershocks of pleasure.

A moment passes, with you running your nails across his back before raking them through his dampened curls, humming gently against his heated chest. Steve signs in pleasured relief, pressing into you as if he wanted to get under your skin. You whisper into his ear, careful to keep your voice soft as the exhaustion of the mission becomes evident on his face.

“Well, that was quite the welcome,” You say, grinning into his ear

“I wasn’t lying when I said I missed you” Steve replies with a snort, raising his face from between the pillow of your breasts, a smirk gracing his once again softened features.

There was truth to what he was saying before, even in the throes of pleasure, in fact being distracted was an understatement. This mission was a particularly long one, and he missed the feeling of your sweet cunt wrapped around him so perfectly. There were countless times when Steve would find himself shamelessly thrusting into the column of his wrist thinking of you, nights in sweaty motel rooms where all he could think, all he could breathe was you. You were blissfully unaware of it, the times when he’d call and thrust to the voice and video of you, under the covers whilst you chatted obliviously to his salacious doings.

He just couldn't help it, you were just too good, and most days he could restrain himself but today? When the first thing he could smell was the musky scent of your slick between your thighs? And the scene that he walked into? He was ravenous. It didn't help that you were dressed in one of those frilly aprons, cooking a meal just for him, his sweet girl, so eager to have him home that you'd gotten up extra early.

There was a deeper part of him, one that longed for this to be the norm, coming home to those sweet hips swaying along to the music, his chest against your back as he danced along with you, fucking up into you against the hallway before eating dinner together.

“Dinners almost ready, ya know you’re lucky I put the roast in before you came or else we'd be having burnt potatoes and dry chicken,” You say, however making no motion to get up quite yet.

“My perfect amazing wife, you know I would eat it anyway” Steve sings songs, pressing a soft kiss onto your clavicle, before slowly rising from his slouched position across you. Gently pulling you into his arms with a soft “come here”.

“Besides, I’m feeling quite satisfied anyway” Steve whispers cheekily, looking down at you as you hug his torso.

“Not on god's green earth am I going to let a perfectly good chicken go to waste” You gruff, slapping Steve playfully, as you wobble towards the oven. Steve rushes forward, hand gripping your arm as he gently wraps you into his arms tutting disapprovingly, as he carries you bridal style towards the large leather couch in the living room.

Gently placing you down, Steve takes out the pot roast himself, groaning as he smells the caramelized onions and honey chicken oozing with bubbling juices and herbed vegetables stuffed around the meat.

“Fuck, this smells almost as good as you do pretty girl,” Steve says from the kitchen, you smile softly, your chest preening in happiness as you drink in his praises.

Fixing both of you a plate, Steve moves you to sit sprawled across his lap, pressing a soft kiss against your forehead as he breathes in the decadent scent you carried after sex. Steve leans in, his hot breath against your earlobe before he utters,

“Almost”

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mostly-marvel-musings · 1 year

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Can I request a breeding kink drabble with Steve Rogers and the reader?

Pairing: Steve Rogers x F! Reader

Kink: Breeding

Warnings: 18+ smut.

Light choking sounds echoed through the otherwise silent bedroom as Steve’s hips snapped forward, pushing his cock further inside your mouth.

You could sense he was close by the way his cock twitched and you could taste his pre cum at the back of your throat, your fingernails dug into his thighs as your tongue worked around his length.

“I’m not gonna last, doll. Get up. The only place I’m coming is inside of you.” Steve’s ragged breath and desire-laden voice was music to your ears.

He pushed you roughly on the bed, lifting your hips enough for his cock to glide though your folds and settle in your tight heat in one swift thrust.

“God Steve!” You cried out in pleasure, arching your back as he stretched you out, your walls tightening around him as the burn subsided.

“I know, sweetheart. I’m gonna take care of you, fill you up with my cum.” His hot breath fanned against your ear as he set a brutal pace, his cock brushing against your sensitive spot with every thrust, speeding up your climax.

“Yes please, Steve.”

Your whimpers and moans spurred him on, snaking his hand between your bodies to find your clit and rub it in tight circles.

“I got you. Gonna watch your belly grow with our child. Will you let me, doll?”

A nod was all you could manage as your legs began trembling with your approaching orgasm, walls gripping his length causing him to grunt into your neck as he continued his pounding, feeling his own creeping up. His words ignited a desire you didn’t you had within you.

Your hand reached back to hold onto something, his dark blond hair being the nearest choice, your tug made Steve let out a wanton moan against your flushed skin. With a final twitch, you felt warm spurts of his ample cum paint your walls as his hips faltered, pushing his seed deeper inside of your heat with lazy thrusts.

A smile made its way on both your faces as your pounding hearts calmed down, breathing still a little erratic as Steve wrapped his arms around you, not pulling out of you just yet, instead pulling the blankets over the two of you.

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hunterbunter3000 · 2 years

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♡Durability Test♡

Just a lil thot I had today. 18+ mdni This pair you will DEFINITELY see more ♡ please excuse my ass attempt with smut :(

Just thinking about baddie!black!reader doing her own nails again and Steve Rogers is just watching her. It's quite fascinating to see; how she preps her natural nails, how she knows what kind of design she wants, and how she works with that weird sticky gel.

Steve has said many times that he would gladly pay to get them done professionally. But she always retorts with "They never do it the way I want them to, so I just do them myself. Plus, I like it when you watch me." And as always, his heart melts at her wanting to spend time with him, as they rarely have the time to.

Last time it was a baby blue coffin set with clouds, now it's a hot pink stiletto set with gems and glitter. God, Steve loves her creativity.

As she eyes her nails again and flicks some glitter off the tips, she smiles. "Done!"

Steve blinks, his head raises from laying it on the table. "Already? That was pretty fast. Faster than the last set you did." She chuckles. "Yeah well, once you do it for ten years you kinda become a professional." She brings her hands close to his face, her charms jingle on her many gold bracelets. "What do you think? Cute or sexy?" She asks as usual, always wanting her boyfriend's opinion on a new set. Even if she doesn't listen to it sometimes

Steve grins, his big hands caressing her ring clad fingers then kissing her knuckles. "I'd say both. I love the heart gems on them, making it cute. And the form of the nails make it sexy." She preens from his honesty, giggling like a school girl. "Awww, thank you baby! I'm so glad you like them!" She leans over to kiss his cheeks, then his mouth; an action Steve relishes in every time.

"Now I just need to test the durability on these." She says randomly. Steve's eyebrow quirks. She's never said this before. Did she do something wrong on them? They look firm to him. "Test?" He asks, the curiosity looking so adorable on his handsome face. "Test them how?"

"Fuck!" Steve shouts. His voice cracks when he shoots another load inside her.

It was a blur on how they both got here. There were so many kisses and touches from the table to the bedroom. Both of them already naked when they hit the bed. He should've seen the mischievous glint in her eyes when he asked that question.

Now two hours later, sweat drenched the sheets and the air smelled of cocoa butter and sex. Steve's peach colored skin now tinted with red lines from his insatiable girl's new nails. His abs, chest especially chest and carved arms are layered with etches of nail drags. "Baby...baby, please..." Steve whines. His hands digging into her thick hips as she grinds on his over worked cock. She giggles like a drunken sailor. "Almost done, sweetheart... just n-need a little more." Her hands trail up to his neck, feeling his pulse with the pads of her fingers. "You're enjoying this so much, Stevie." She moans out. How could he not? The pain mixed with the overwhelming pleasure of her moans and her movements on his thick cock is making him go dumb. Shannon couldn't even get him to cum half the time He went to say something but was cut off by two things happening at once: 1. Her nails digging into his neck and going down to his nipples 2. Her hot, wet pussy clamping down on him so hard his brain short circuits.

"Oh fuck, yes!" She cries out, feeling his seed overflow in her womb again. Both of their thighs start to tremble from the overstimulation. So full, so fucked. She slowly comes down from her high and peeks at Steve. His eyes rolled in the back of his head with an "o" shaped mouth, small grunts come out of him just like his cum from his dick. She catches her breath and smiles.

"Oh sweetheart, that was perfect. Now turn over. I need to do your back."

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hellabigsimp · 2 years

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Distraction | Steve Rogers x Fem!reader

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem!reader

Summary: Where training gets a little hot and heavy, as Steve can be quite distracting when shirtless.

Warnings: Minors aren’t welcome!! unprotected sex (wrap it up please!), female receiving, kissing, nipple sucking, rough sex, mentions of bruises/marks, Steve Rogers because he deserves his own warning to be honest

A/N: honestly, there’s no reason for me to be writing this apart from the fact that he’s all over my social media and I can’t escape him. Not that I am complaining. So enjoy so filth with our favourite captain!! Also, first time writing smut in god knows how long, so if you think it’s utter shit, blame it on that!!

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It had been going on for a little while. You weren’t sure when things had changed between you and Steve, but one day, it was like a light switch had gone off and you both just fell into each other’s beds.

It wasn’t anything serious, that was the first rule you made for yourself, but goddamn did he make it hard sometimes. When he would get a little rough with you during sex, your mind would go blank and you’d just melt.

He would always apologise if he left a bruise here and there, but you could see how his eyes lingered a little longer on them, how his fingers always seemed to find that spot.

But neither of you spoke about it. Neither of you wanted to cross that line.

“Come on,” Steve says. “No day dreaming while training, you know the rules.”

You look over at Steve. He had been helping you train ever since you joined the team. He claimed that if you could take down a super soldier, then you could face nearly anything.

You’d been training for a little over two hours now, your were covered in a thin layer of sweat, your muscles and joints ached, spending more time getting thrown around then actually fighting. You still couldn’t take him down, it frustrated you to no end.

Somewhen during the two hours Steve had taken his top off, using it as a towel to wipe his sweat off and chucked it carelessly to the side. You had tried not to get distracted by his broad chest and how defined his muscles were, but every once in a while your eyes would drift down, watching how the sweat glistened on his abs, how you wanted to do many sinful things to his body.

“I’m not daydreaming,” you huff, bouncing on your feet as you hold your fists up, ready for him. “Now let me kick your ass.”

Steve chuckled. “No chance sweetheart.”

You waste not time in rushing forward, aiming to punch that goddamn perfect face of his, but you knew he saw it coming. With complete ease, he had already grabbed your wrist, twisted you around locking your arm around your front and pulling him close to you.

You could feel his bare chest on your skin where your sports didn’t cover, his semi hard cock pressed snugly between your ass cheeks. You let out a small gasp as he moves his hips slightly, pressing it further into you.

“You look incredibly sexy when you’re frustrated,” he whispers, his voice low and husky. “You drive me crazy sweetheart.”

You couldn’t breath. You were sure that your heart was going to beat out of your chest with how hard it was pumping.

“You’ve been looking at me shirtless for the last hour, you’ve been getting sloppy, am I distracting you sweetheart?”

You hadn’t realised he had noticed, but he was damn observant sometimes, so you weren’t surprised. You swallowed the lump in your throat, your body tingling, you were hyper aware of where he was touching, your skin felt like fire under his touch. You were sure you were about to combust.

Instinctively, you push back against him slightly, addicted to the way he felt. You couldn’t deny that you loved how big and tall he was, how he swamped you completely. “I don’t know what you’re talking about Rogers.”

Your words were shaky and hoarse, you were sure he knew how turned on you were getting. His brought his spare hand up to your chin, gripping it between his thumb and finger, making you look up at him. “Lying now, huh? What am I going to do with you.”

He holds you for a second more before loosening his grip on you, spinning you around so that you were now flush against him, your breasts pressed up against him.

“I have a few ideas,” he whispers, using his free hand that was gripping you chin, he bends down slightly, gripping your ass, lifting you up with ease. You wrap your legs around him instantly. He places your other hand by his shoulder, letting you wrap your arms around his neck. You were both so close. “I think it’s time we take a shower, don’t you sweetheart?”

You bite you lip, shivers down you spine at what he was offering. You nod, words escaping you. This man left you utterly speechless most of the time, especially in the bedroom as he transformed into a man with a filthy mind and mouth.

He held you as he walked to the changing rooms attached to the training room. Both of you never looking away, the hunger and lust growing ever more. You were dripping, you knew it. This man had an effect on you like no other.

Before you knew it, Steve had pushed your back up against the cold tile wall causing you to gasp and arch your back. He captures your lips, kissing you deeply, swallowing your gasp. You didn’t even notice him turning in the shower until the cold water hit you both.

You broke away from the kiss, looking at Steve. “Someone could walk in,” you breathed.

“Let them,” Steve murmured, watching your lips. He didn’t hesitate as he kissed you again, the sweet taste of his toothpaste coming through. Kissing him was heaven, he always kissed you like a dying man, like he could get enough. It was addictive.

The water was soaking both your sports wear, making it stick to you uncomfortably. You groaned and tried to gracefully take your sport bra off without breaking the kiss, but you were unsuccessful at best.

Steve almost growls as you break the kiss again. “My bra, Steve,” you say breathless, indicating that you wanted it off. He wastes no time, using his hips to hold you up, his erection fully pressed against you. He grabs the bra and just rips it in two, the material basically shredding under his strength.

He curses under his breath as he takes in the sight of you breasts. He leans forwards, peppering kisses from your throat down to your nipple, the closer he got the more your body ached and tingled, the anticipation tightening low inside your stomach.

You moan out as he takes your nipple into his mouth, bringing his hand up to pinch the other. His mouth was warm and wet, the sudden intensity of his mouth causing your body to almost convulse with pleasure. Gripping his hair tightly, holding him to you, you moan out his name, causing him to suck a little harder.

He switches nipple, making sure to give you as much attention as possible. Steve was always a pleasure giver, he loved seeing you come undone under him. His mouth, his fingers or his cock, anything to see you mewl out his name.

“Steve please,” you whine, pushing against his erection. There was no need for preparation, Steve’s effect on you meant you were always ready. “I need you.”

Steve chuckled, the warm air on your nipple made you gasp. You were both soaked from the shower, his hair stuck to his forehead, sweatpants dangerously low on his hips from being soaked.

“Since you asked so nicely,” he replies, slowly lowering you to the ground, making sure you were stable enough on your feet to stand, although you were sure your knees would give out if he didn’t support you again soon. He sheds his own sweatpants, his cock springing free. The very sight made your mouth water.

He knelt down in front of you, pushing you back against the tile wall again. He looks up at you through his lashes, smirking as he hooks his fingers in your sport leggings, tugging them down torturously slow, feathering kisses on the new skin exposed. Each kiss was slow and deliberate, he made sure you felt everything.

He stopped his kisses just before the top of you knee, slipped the leggings off your feet and discarding them somewhere. He uses both his hands, forcing your legs apart slightly as he takes you in, breathing in deeply, his pupils dilating. He was prey, finally getting his reward.

“Look at you sweetheart,” he runs his finger along the inside of your thigh, dangerously close to your pussy. The teasing delicious yet so, so cruel. “So wet.”

You weren’t expecting him to lean forward and run his tongue along your slit, but when he did, the new feeling nearly sent you over the edge, the coil inside you tightening. You were so close to coming undone and he had barely touched you. You moaned loudly, your hands finding his hair and gripping it tightly.

You could feel the rumble of Steve laughing as he starts lapping at your pussy, his tongue sending wave after wave of intense pleasure through you. Steve was talented at many things.

This was one of them.

“Please,” you managed to choke out through the moans. “I need to be filled by you. Please.”

Steve loved when you begged for it. The first time you had, he nearly came from your words alone.

He kissed back up to your mouth, making sure to suck on both nipples as he did. He cupped your cheek again, looking at you.

You were already a wreck and he hasn’t even fucked you. Your body felt alive, every nerve on edge, hypersensitive to where his body was pressed against yours.

“Anything you need,” Steve whispered, kissing you once more. The salty taste of your own juices combined with Steve’s own taste made you moan, it was like a drug.

He lifted you up again, his cock pressed against your pussy, rubbing teasingly, his hips moving languidly against you. You were so close, so close to coming undone but you didn’t want to yet, you needed him in you.

As if he heard your mental please, he brings his hips back before lining up and slowly pushing in. The gradual feeling of being full made your mouth fall open, your eyes closed, focusing solely on the intense feeling of Steve filling you, stretching you.

There was a fine line between pleasure and pain and someone how Steve was able to go toe the line perfect. You were a snug fit around his cock, your pussy pulsing as he continued to fill you.

“Look at me sweetheart, I want you to watch me as I fuck you,” Steve’s husky voice brought you back to reality, as he pushed all the way in, fully seated in you. “Fuck, I can feel you pulsing. I can’t hold back now.”

You heed his warning and wrapped your arms around his neck just as he pulls out and snaps his hips back against you. The sudden thrust made you let out made you speechless, whatever moan lost in your throat, your mouth wide open. You watch Steve, his eyes hooded, his mouth parted as he pants, his eyes never leaving yours.

His thrusts were hard and unforgiving, your back hitting the wall hard enough that you were sure you would bruise again, his hips smashed against your skin. You were sure there would be marks, not that you cared. Your own nails were dug deep into his skin, probably enough to draw blood but Steve didn’t care as he carried on his onslaught of thrusts. Both of you marking each other in the only way you knew.

The only sound in the shower block was the wet sound of him in you, the water and the breathless moans coming from both of you. His hands were holding you in place, his fingers dug into your skin, his pace quickening.

With another snap of his hips, he shifted up slightly, bringing your hips forward and up slightly. With the new angle you cried out, tears pricking your eyes as he hit the right spot inside you. He smirked as he found it, the realisation spurring him on.

“I’m close Steve,” you cry out, feeling the coiling of pleasure deep in your lower belly. Your muscles were tense but your mind was in complete bliss. You could feel the familiar build of your own orgasm, you weren’t sure you could hold off much longer.

“Come for me sweetheart, come around my cock,” Steve grunted, thrusting into you again and again. With his words of encouragement, you let out a cry as your whole body gives into the pleasure. It felt like you were floating for a few seconds. You weren’t sure what was going on around, you could only feel Steve as he buried himself in you, his cock throbbing as he meets his own climax.

“Fuck,” Steve whispers, his forehead resting against yours. “What are you doing to me?”

You let out a breathless laugh. You weren’t sure what you were doing to him, but if it was anything like the way he made you feel, you were both equally screwed.

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lionizingheathen · 2 years

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Soul - S.R.

Steve Rogers x fem!reader

Giving Steve a blowjob after he returns from a mission

Warnings: smut, oral sex male recieving, cum swallowing

Smut under the cut, hope you enjoy

Steve had been gone on a mission for only about two weeks, but it felt like he'd been gone for an eternity, leaving you alone with yourself and your thoughts without the ability to send a message. Honestly, you were surprised that he was coming home already, Natasha had said the mission would probably take three weeks, but apparently they'd finished quickly enough to get home early. You were sure to put on the lingere set that Steve liked before lounging on the couch, making sure you were the first thing he saw as the door opened. He grinned, setting his duffle bag down as he took in your frame. He looked exhausted.

"How was the mission?" You asked, and Steve sighed, shrugging off his jacket before he walked over to you, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips. You'd missed the very essence of him, something in you felt more whole when he was here.

"Trying. Very long." He said, and you nodded, standing up to give him a hug, letting him hold you in his strong arms. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, smiling into it.

"Yeah? It was long for me too, I missed you." You murmured, and you felt his hand snake down your back, resting on your ass as you spoke. Good, he did notice the set, that would've been a waste otherwise. There was no point in making him horny if he didn't notice the effort.

"Oh yeah? What did you miss about me?" He asked, and you looked up at him. God, you'd missed so much... honestly, you'd mostly missed the way that he held you at night. It was hard not to feel safe with a super soldier sleeping beside you.

"Everything. Your eyes, your arms, your smile, your laugh..." You leaned up to his ear, running your fingers through his hair as you whispered into it. "Your cock." You said, and he pressed forward, pressing the outline of his erection into your stomach. It made your cunt throb as you anticipated the night ahead of you.

"Really? Did you?" He asked, and you nodded, tracing a finger up and down his chest. His strong chest… so strong.

"I missed tasting you." You murmured, and he flashed you a cocky grin gesturing to the spot in front of him. God, he was so hot like this, so hot when he treated you like this. You loved his kindness but you craved his disrespect.

"Oh yeah? Get on your knees then, doll... No need to miss me anymore." He said, and you nodded, kneeling before him , unbuttoning his pants and pushing them down his thighs

"Yes sir." You pushed his boxers down, his cock smacking against his stomach. Fuck. "You're so hard..." You sighed, jerking your hand up and down his length, tracing your finger lightly over the veins and the tip, making him groan.

"Don't tease me, baby. It's been two weeks, I really need this release." He said, and you paused, looking up at him in surprise. You would've thought that he jerked off once or twice at least, and you expected it... it was almost a culture shock that he hadn't... he was from a different time, but still.

"You didn't...?" You asked, and he shook his head, smiling sweetly down at you. Damn, okay.

"I don't. I wait until I'm with you, it feels better." He said, and you felt your face flush. That was embarassing, considering you did, and the two of you had never really discussed if that was something that happened, you just assumed that he did.

"Oh." You said, and he raised an eyebrow, gripping your head to make you look upward.

"Do you?" He asked, and you nodded. Nightly if he was gone. Sometimes more. You were dating him, what did he expect?

"Mhm. All the time." You said, and he swallowed back a groan, his eyes glazing for a moment as he chewed on his lip. Okay, so he wasn't mad, that was good.

"God, that's hot. That does something to me, baby." He sighed, and you raised an eyebrow, moving your hand up and down his cock, tracing you thumb over the tip.

"Really?"

"Mhm."

"Maybe learn how to check your texts, I'll send you a video sometime." You said, and he nodded, giving you a look that boarded on feral.

"Amazing. But that's not what you're doing right now." "Get on with it."

"You taste so good, Steve. So good." He gripped the back of your head, forcing you onto the length of him, making you scratch down his thighs as you rubbed yours together. Fuck, he was hot when he got rough... "Mmph." You said, frantically trying to breathe around him. But it was hard, he was big, and he was frantic, thrusting his cock in and out of your mouth, not deep enough to hit your throat.

"Fuck, baby... can you take me deeper? Can you try?" He asked, and you nodded, trying to keep your throat open as he thrust his cock down it quickly, making you choke around him. He gripped your hair, fucking hard into your face as he let out a gutteral moan. He looked so pretty from this angle, panting and gasping... like something out a fucking museum... Might as well be, he was old enough to be in one.

"Good girl, oh my god, you're so good." He sighed, and you bobbed your head along with his thrusts, bringing a hand up to cup his balls, pinching at the skin, making him jump. He loved it, you knew that for a fact.

"You were made for this, made to take me... My precious girl..." He gasped, and you hollowed your cheeks, sucking him harder, deeper, making him cry out as you continued to twist and tug on his balls, desperate to feel him cum down your throat. Your efforts were not in vain as you felt his strong thighs begin to tremble, his knees buckling slightly as he gripped at the wall behind him, frantically trying to suck in a breath.

"I'm getting close baby, you can pull off-." You did, but only to glare at him.

"Absolutely not." You said, and you swallowed him back down your throat, repeating your brutal pace, forcing him closer, weakening his resolve.

"You gonna swallow it? Gonna take it for me? Yeah?" He grunted, and you nodded, feeling him push your head into him, buckling his waist a bit as he thrust his pelvis harder, making you choke again before his cum flooded your throat, and you swallowed around him, moaning, making him jump before you pulled off, wiping the corner of your mouth with a large smile. Amazing. It always was when it was with him.

"Was that what you were thinking?" You asked, and he nodded, lifting you with ease and carrying you back to the bed, holding you to his chest as he kicked his pants off the rest of the way, turning so that his front was pressed to your back.

"You looked so pretty doing that, doll." He pressed a kiss to the side of your face, tracing patterns on your stomach. It was sweet, the way he treated you after... he was wonderful all the time, but there was just an added gentleness. "Always so perfect for me, I don't think I've ever met someone like you." He sighed, and you chuckled, turning in his arms so you were looking him in the eyes. He'd set himself up for this joke.

"Well, I could say the same, old man." You joked, and he covered his face and shook his head, cringing away from your joke. It was hilarious, but he could lack his sense of humor right now, that was allowed.

"Don't call me that, not after what we just did." He groaned, and you laughed now, flipping on top of him as you looked down. His eyes widened as he gripped your hips and you felt him get hard once again. You'd ride an old man's dick too.

"I'm an adult, I could suck an old man's dick if I wanted to." You said, and he rolled his eyes, moving your hips against his length, making you whimper. You needed him.

"Y/N." He insisted, his tone low and firm, the change sending a shiver up your spine. Holy fuck.

"Okay, I'll stop, I'm sorry." You insisted, and he grinned, leaning up to press a kiss to your lips before laying back down. Fucking tease.

"Thank you."

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assembletheimagines · 2 years

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Tell Me

Summary: You give Steve another one of his firsts

Pairing: Inexperienced!Steve x Reader

A/N: Part 2 of Steve * just to clarify, Steve hasn’t done some things and you decide as his friend, you should volunteer to help him through anything he wants. Aren’t you a good friend?

Warnings: Smut, 18+, praise, oral!female receiving, please be advised

Tagged: @elle14-blog1 @nana1000night @supraveng @potatothots

Steve practically growled from your words, pulling you up from the floor and back into his lap. His lips smashing into yours as he kissed you, his tongue slipping inside tasting himself on your tongue. You moaned in the kiss, hands holding the back of his neck as you felt his hand move between your bodies.

Steve’s lips moved down your neck, his breath hot and sending new shivers through you as he whispered in your ear. “Wanna taste you.” His fingers slipped under your pants pressing against the damp spot on your panties making you keen.

You had no objections to Steve’s request, nodding your head as you grinded yourself down on his hand, applying a delicious friction that shot pleasure through your body. “Yes, yes, please.” You whined when Steve removed his hand, bringing you into another heated kiss as you blindly got up from the couch and stumbled back to his bedroom.

By the time you were by the bed, you had stripped your clothing, leaving yourself only in a bra and panties. And Steve’s hands couldn’t get enough of you, grabbing and burning a trail down your sides, stomach, and thighs. “You’re fucking perfect,” he mumbled between kisses and you melted under his praise and his touch.

“Baby, I need you,” you mumbled as your eyes closed, feeling Steve’s lips burn down your throat. Your fingers threaded in his hair, tugging gently to pull him back and you moaned at the sight of him. His eyes were hooded, dark, and pupils dilated as his kiss-bitten lips parted. He needed you as much as you needed him.

You let go of Steve and unclasped your bra, letting the garment fall down your arms watching as Steve’s eyes widened at the new exposed skin. His tongue swiped over his bottom lip, wetting it, as he stepped closer to you again.

Steve pushed you back onto the bed, having your legs dangle off as he stood between them. A new wave arousal pooled between your thighs as you looked up at him. “Touch me,” and Steve immediately obeyed the instruction.

His big hands started at your hips, squeezing before massaging up your sides, leaving a path of goosebumps in its wake. Your eyes stayed on his dark blue ones but it didn’t last long. You gasped as his warm hands got to your breasts, massaging the mounds before his thumbs brushed over your peaks.

Steve couldn’t resist, the sight of you beneath him, he leaned his head down and his lips wrapped around your nipple. The way you moaned his name as he sucked was intoxicating.

Your back arched as you pressed Steve closer to your chest, grabbing his hand with your other one and placing it back to your breast his mouth wasn’t on. “Need more,” you gasped and Steve switched his assault to your other breast as his fingers pinched your nipple.

Steve wanted to give you as much pleasure as you had given him.

“I’m going to need you to tell me,” Steve mumbled into your skin, pressing kisses down your chest. Slowly, he made his way down your stomach. He was getting closer to where you wanted him most but he stopped at the hem of your panties. His eyes met yours and you sucked in a breath. “Gotta tell me what you want, what you need.”

Right, your head nodded dumbly as his hands grazed up your thighs, spreading you wider as he looked at you expectantly. How the fuck did Steve have the audacity to look like pure sin but innocent at the same time? You cursed mentally and tried to gather your words.

“I need you to touch me,” You began and felt Steve massage the top of your thighs, his thumbs ghosting over the lace trim of your panties. “Take ‘em off.” Your next instruction had Steve smirking, fingers deftly hooking into your panties and sliding them down your legs.

Once they were thrown over his shoulder, he was on his knees. Warm big hands spreading your legs and exposing your pretty pussy to the super soldier. He groaned, and you felt yourself clench around nothing. “So wet, is that because of me?” He breathed unable to resist on placing his hands on your inner thighs, spreading your puffy lips and exposing you further.

“Steve,” you gasped, your face heating up under his gaze and touch as your body grew hot. “Don’t be a tease.”

Steve’s moved his gaze back up to you, meeting your eyes as he smirked again. “Tell me what you need,” Steve ordered and dipped his head down. Your lips parted in another gasp as his tongue then slid up your pussy, collecting your essence on his tongue as he finally got his first taste.

Steve groaned, kissing your inner thigh. “Addicting,” he murmured and your fingers pressed the back of his head, nudging him back between your thighs.

“Steve, don’t stop.” You moaned and Steve immediately dove back in letting you guide his head closer as he moved your legs over his broad shoulders. He could feel your feet dig into his upper back as his inexperienced tongue stroked along your folds. Giving long brash strokes with his tongues as he tried to find the spot that would have you keening for him.

The pad of his tongue didn’t take long to curl, brushing over your clit causing you to jerk underneath him. He smiled, there it is. He focused on the bundle of nerves, sucking it into his mouth and enjoying the way you squealed his name in response.

Your hand stayed on the back of his head, keeping a good pressure against him to keep him pressed between your thighs as his mouth feasted. “Steve,” you could feel the heat in your abdomen grow as Steve remembered and mentally locked away what actions made you cry out. “Need more,” you mewled feeling Steve lick up the new wave of arousal that pooled. “Fingers, please.” You gasped feeling another jolt of pleasure shoot through you as Steve took your clit back into his mouth.

Steve moved one of his hands, happy to give you more, as he prodded his fingertip to your entrance. He pushed in as he moved his mouth away, spit and your essence smeared on his mouth and chin, as he watched his finger disappear inside of you. He watched for your reactions as he pumped, quickly adding a second digit with his first. “Curl, up,” you instructed as your own fingers curled into the sheets underneath you.

Steve did as he was told and brushed the gummy spot inside you, feeling your walls clamp around his fingers in response as you cried out. You heard Steve groan and you shivered as he added a third finger, stretching you and filling you delightfully.

The heat in your tummy grew as he moved more confidently. Your praise fueling his actions as you moaned. “Fuck, feels so good,” you praised hips moving to meet the thrusts of his hand. “S’good for me, Steve” you whined and Steve groaned again, your praise music to his ears as he dipped back between your thighs again.

Your head tilted back in pleasure as your fingers threaded in his hair, pulling him closer. It felt so good, and to think he had never done this seemed unbelievable.

As you thought this, your eyes rolled back as his other hand grabbed the top of your plush thigh, his tongue going back to your clit. His tongue began to pull you apart and you couldn’t speak coherently from the pleasure he gave you. He reduced you into babbling only one word. “Please,” more. “Please,” I’m close. “Please,” don’t stop. “Please,” and thank you, thank you, thank you.

Steve’s fingers curled, massaging the spongy spot inside you more with each thrust as his lips wrapped around your clit. You were getting tighter around his fingers, practically vibrating underneath him.

And it only took one thing to push you over the edge.

His fingers pressed against the gummy spot just as his teeth gently grazed the bundle of nerves. The action caused your upper body to almost arch off the bed as you cried his name like salvation.

Your orgasm crashing into you like a freight train and you could do nothing put hold onto Steve’s hair and the free hand that dug into your thigh as you gushed around the fingers inside you.

Steve groaned against your clit, sending another wave of pleasure as your pussy convulsed around his fingers. His tongued continuing to lap your sensitive bundle of nerves as he helped your through your orgasm.

You whined when his fingers disappeared from your dripping pussy and he pulled away. You were trying to catch your breath, thighs still trembling as you looked down with hazy eyes. He was kneeling between your legs, half his face glistening with your arousal and his eyes still dilated, still hungry for more.

“Give me another one,” he demanded and your lips parted, watching as he moved his hand that had just been stuffing you and wrapped his fingers around his length. He spread your slick around his cock, using it as lubricant as he stroked. His eyes met yours again and you felt another heat begin to form in your stomach. “Want you to cum on my tongue one more time before you cum on my cock.”

#assembletheimagines #steve smut #steve rogers smut #captain america smut #steve x reader #steve rogers x reader #captain america x reader #smut #steve x you #steve rogers x you #captain america x you #steve x y/n #steve rogers x y/n #captain america x y/n #pure filth #just want this man to do this to me tbh

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luvrxbunny · 8 months

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imagine a dom who just always needs to cum. he’s constantly coming to you, chest all puffed out, prideful cus ofc you want it. but every time he gets in you he’s moaning like a bitch

cus in truth it takes a lot of courage for him to come to you so chances are, he’s been waiting for hours, working up the courage to ask you for help emptying his balls.

#idek anymore #i’m just word vomiting filth onto my page #AHHHHH #it’d be cute tho #joel miller #miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara imagine #joel miller imagine #frankie morales #steve rogers #frankie morales imagine #steve rogers imagine #my thots

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iloveprettyboysblog · 1 year

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Stucky Saturday 💙🖤

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becca-e-barnes · 6 months

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hi becca I just bought my first dildo and am waiting for delivery. Any thoughts on mutual masturbation with end game Steve?

No because I honestly think the idea of mutual masturbation is so hot, that could be so much fun!!

And I've always thought it would be really hot to add the condition that you can't touch each other. You can touch yourself and watch the other person but you're not allowed to touch them or give any suggestions.

There's just something about the thought of Steve losing himself in the pleasure, stroking his own cock to the sight of you playing with your toy. He's groaning pathetically, his fist tight around his shaft, letting the precum coat his fingers as he edges himself.

You're not at all shy about your pleasure either. You slide your toy into your needy hole, enjoying the feeling of it inside you, knowing he's watching you. Your desperation only fuels his.

"You're so wet." Steve's observation makes you groan because you don't need to see how wet you are. You can hear it. You can hear the slick sounds of the toy plunging into your welcoming cunt and it's almost too much for you. It feels so filthy to be so openly pleasuring yourself, knowing you have an audience but there's no reason to stop.

"I'm so close." Steve pants, throwing his head back, forcing himself to stop looking between your spread legs. You're slick and warm and so fucking delicious, even just the thought makes his mouth water. He wants a taste of you. Or better still, he wants to sink his cock into you and lose himself entirely. He wants to but he can't. He's not allowed. That's against the rules that he set when his head was a whole lot less clouded by lust.

"You're so pretty like this, Stevie. Look at you. Trying so hard not to cum all over yourself." As you're speaking, he slips just a little bit more, his fist tightening around his cock, giving long, deliberate tugs.

"You'll make such a mess and the best part is, you can't cum inside me. You're still not allowed to touch me." Damn his own rules. This isn't fun anymore. Or at least, it's not as much fun as it could be.

"You're just going to have to keep playing with yourself, aren't you? You can keep watching this toy slip into me and just wish you were balls deep inside me instead."

"Oh God." Steve whines, knowing he can't hold his orgasm back any longer. He can't stop himself if he tried, listening to the slick mess between your legs and the taunting he's receiving from you.

His orgasm is all consuming for a few seconds, thick streams of hot cum pumping into the space between your bodies. His hand doesn't stop, working every drop of release from him, ensuring he's given everything he can for now.

When the ecstasy wears off, reality catches up with him. You look so smug and he notices that he's splashed his cum all over your body. Some reached up to your chest but most is now dripping down between your legs, onto the toy that you're plunging into yourself.

"I think that counts as breaking your own rules, Stevie. You touched me. Technically. And I think there should be a forfeit."

#asks answered <3 #becca writes spice #anon #Steve Rogers smut #endgame!steve #pure filth don't mind me #its nice to write Steve for a change #I've missed him

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fandomfluffandfuck · 5 months

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Okay, but hollow strap-ons + service tops = GODLY

Like, c'mon, don't you want to see Steve whining and panting as he exerts himself fully, muscles flexing and bulging, glistening with sweat as he fucks Bucky like he regularly would, pounding into him, except for the fact that... Steve has a hollow strap-on around his dick, and he can't actually feel it?

Steve's hard--like, really hard--and he really, really wants to feel how good Bucky feels inside. He really wants that stimulation--hot, tight, wet, and velvety--but he can't.

He can't because Bucky got this toy, the hollow strap-on, for him to ensure that Steve is a pure service top for him, just like Steve wants to be. Steve wants to be used. Steve wants to live off of providing for Bucky. He wants to indulge Bucky.

So, the only thing that matters is Bucky's pleasure. Not Steve's. Steve doesn't need pleasure. He doesn't need sensation to his dick. He's just a toy!

And Bucky's really made that happen for him now...

The only thing that matters is Bucky's pleasure so much so that when Steve's precious, weeping, impossibly hard cock isn't wrapped up in the hollow strap-on, it's locked away in his chastity cage. Steve's pleasure doesn't matter. Steve doesn't get pleasure. The closest he gets is living vicariously through Bucky. Like, fuck, Steve loses himself in Bucky's pleasure.

He goes dumb--swallowing back pathetic sounds and fighting against the vicious twitching of his helplessly, uselessly hard cock--for seeing Bucky's face go slack as he pushes in. He goes dumb, not a thought in that pretty head, even though he can't actually feel anything.

Instead, he's dumb from witnessing Bucky being satisfied by real pleasure. Mouth parting beautifully, gently... licking his lips... then his mouth hanging open obscenely as he pants, "yeah, yeah, Stevie, oh God, give it to me--" his nails dig into Steve's quivering back, his hips jerk up violently, and Bucky's unencumbered and also very hard cock smacks his lower belly "--just like that, mmm-hmm, that's it."

Bucky encourages Steve through his moans the same way you'd encourage a puppy, gassing them up, using a quick, over-eager, excitable voice and petting them. Bucky pets him. Bucky grabs him. Groping and scratching and going and going. Praising him.

It makes Steve keen.

He's so sensitive to praise.

He wants it.

He aches for it.

He always chases more.

More praise.

It's the closest he gets to pleasure in the visceral, skin-to-skin way. He doesn't get stroked off. He doesn't get touched like that. Toys don't need it. Steve doesn't need it. All he needs it direction. Praise is a special kind of direction. He'll do anything for praise. He'll do anything for Bucky.

Bucky's pleasure is his pleasure.

So, Steve fucks into Bucky more, more, more until Bucky's eyes roll back and the flush that has climbed up high onto his cheeks spreads slow and sticky how his neck and onto his chest. Hell, his blush even ascends. It fades up into his hairline and over his ears. He's burning up.

Steve's burning up, too.

God.

He's been engulfed in flames.

He's leaking so much. It's so slippery wet in the hollow body of the toy. It's humiliating. Bucky’s body is making all sorts of sucking, wet, obscene sounds around the extra thickness added to his cock by the toy. That's expected. That happens during sex. But... Steve is making wet sounds, too. Unexpectedly. Oof. His cock in the hollow strap on. He's leaking. He's dripping. He's weeping.

His cock is weeping but he's not.

There are no tears. What would he cry for? He doesn't need pleasure. He's a toy. He's thriving--blossoming--on providing Bucky with all the pleasure he could want.

Steve's burying his face in Bucky's neck, curled over top of him, shivering, shaking, fucking him, chasing Bucky's pleasure, echoing Bucky's satified moans because Bucky feels good, Bucky feels good, Bucky feels good. That's all that matters.

Bucky deserves to feel good.

Bucky deserves all the pleasure his toy can give him.

Bucky deserves the best toy.

It doesn't matter how swollen Steve's cock and balls are from his pent up physical need. His need for orgasm, spilling seed. It doesn't matter how hard his pulse is throbbing through his dick. It doesn't matter if he biologically wants to orgasm. He doesn't need to orgasm.

All that matters is Bucky.

All that matters is being locked into his shiny cages or in his ever thickening hollow strap-ons, perfect for stretching Bucky wider and wider. Perfect for satisfying Bucky. He always needs more, and Steve is giving him more. Steve is his toy to use.

Use him anyway he wants.

When Steve's too fucked out, drunk on denial, sure, but more importantly, drunk on Bucky--on the sweet sounds he makes, on the praise he spoon-feeds Steve, on the orgasms that he indulges in obscenely and unashamedly--Bucky will shove him back and ride him. He'll take him out of the strap on he has on and always find a bigger one, splitting himself open wider, wider, wider on his living dildo. His obedient little service top that he has wrapped around his finger, answering his every call, wearing his cage.

It's been so long since Steve's orgasmed that despite his ever-building physical need, he doesn't want to. At this point, he may die from all that pleasure. But it's nothing compared to all the pleasure that wracks him when Bucky falls apart on his cock, swearing and quivering and clenching, blessing his huge dick and the thick silicone that makes his toy even better. So good. Everything he needs and more. The perfect toy. Ah, God, Stevie, yes, yes, yes!

#fandomfluffandfuck #bucky barnes #steve rogers #stucky #enjoy this filth lol

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onsunnyside · 1 year

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daydreaming about (nomad style) mean daddy biker!steve: he mocks you for trying to fit both his balls in your mouth, he said if you can then he’ll finally give your puffy clit a break 😣 he’s been such a bully and you haven’t come for days !! he loves when you’re all needy and following him around like a lost puppy, almost as much as he loves winding you up in front of his friends 😵‍💫

he’ll show up to their guys night at the bar with you on his arm (breaking one of the rules about guys nights: no girls! but it’s ok bc you’re the cute, sweet and soft exception) he can’t help but smirk when you get squirmy and jumpy bc he’s tracing up your thigh to the creamy mess between your legs—he jerked off into your panties and made you wear them: “oh no, are they too tight for you, baby?” maybe they were, but he bought them for you! (with ulterior motives) “don’t worry, daddy will make them more comfy for you.” He said, unbuckling his belt, “pull them down for me, doll.”

🫡 @comfortcap PUFF PUFF 🫡

#it’s slutty hours #I’m so close to writing this just bc I MISS STEVE #daddy mocking for trying to fit balls in your mouth > anything else #it’s smutty filth I’ll use over and over again #mean biker steve #sonny loves balls #sonny drabbles #steve rogers #steve rogers drabble #steve rogers smut #steve rogers x reader #biker steve rogers #biker!steve rogers #steve rogers fanfic #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers x fem!reader #steve rogers x female reader

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neonovember · 2 years

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White Noise

mob!husband!steve rogers x plus-size!wife reader

summary: when a deal goes wrong Steves cunning nose sniffs even the most hidden ones, this time however, something is telling him it’s more than that. A lot more. Crooked criminals aren’t just stealing what’s his, there’s stealing what he belongs to.

When Steve finds out someone’s kidnapped you, he will stop at nothing, not even the traditions written in blood, to find you.

warnings: mafia talk, blood, gore, violence, harsh language, misogyny

part two>>>

The death, it clung to him. Weighs him down like an anchor, follows him like a slimy red shadow. The rings he adorns on his index, thumb, pinkie, insignia’s to honour and loyalty, they’re immune to it. They fling back the blood and morality from him. Every pressed jewel to his bruised fingers was another family massacred, another territory taken as his. Steve was nothing but relentless in his destruction, in his work. He took joy in it. The traditions, the meetings, the birch wood office table he fucks you on.

It’s why he’s gotten comfortable, the tension in his shoulder refracted a little, his hand gliding over signed deals like silk. His enemies knew it too, they gleamed in the dark shadows they’ve been cornered into, they waited for Steve to crack his stoic boulder of a kingdom himself because they knew they wouldn’t be able to do it themselves.

The Maserati marked against the Richerson driveway was still warmed by its engine, and yet Steve was already wishing to be with you, to be between the softness of your thighs. Rubbing elbows with the rest of the mafia that ruled New York was a requirement though, so Steve pushed down his insatiable need for you in an effort to keep his name.

Richerson's was a sizeable family, having been in the business as long as the Grant family had, Steve felt it homage to rekindle some old flames.

Sitting in the chair, his heirloom cufflinks clanking with its side, his wide torso bursting through the chair, his thighs squared out, one crossed over another where he rested his large palms across them.

Richerson sat rooted on the plush office chair, the wheels creaking to one side as he leaned in, much of the words coming out of his mouth remained obtuse to Steve’s ears. He heard them a thousand times, an inconceivable offer, a must sign deal. It’s paperwork, it’s petty thievery, it’s loose change in the breast pocket of his suit.

“I’m telling you, Steve, I really think we should step in on this one, the Montgomery’s have already signed, we’re just waiting on you. I know the south Brooklyn gangs have been giving you headaches on your south front, this alliance will eliminate that, eliminate them”.

Steve rubs his jaw, and the building of a scruff itches his skin as he recalls his need to shave soon, it wasn’t bad. The deal. Those small crooked gangs were annoying him, turning up everywhere, the kind where you cut off one head and three more took its place, the kind of pest that didn’t go away until you took it from the root.

Noticing Steve’s apprehension, Richerson is quick to reply with a cough,

“You don’t have to make a decision now, you know all of New York would be waiting hand and foot for your every word. No matter how long it takes” Richerson awkwardly laughs, eyes flickering across Steve’s unfazed expression, his features set in clay, giving no hint to his decision.

Richerson catches Bucky and Sam's eyes, as they await by the sides of the large sandalwood doors, hands behind their backs, statures reaching, the mass of hidden weapons covered beneath their dark black suits.

“How about some alcohol? A shipment just arrived from Haiti, they say it’s better than Appleton Estate, they also said too much can make you go into cardiac arrest” Richerson replies, trying to lighten the mood.

His eyes unconsciously flicker to his phone, then the clock, and back to his phone again. Anyone else would have blinked through it, oblivious to Richerson's unease, not Steve though, no, of course not. His eyes were trained to be sniper shot, always looking, always surveying. It’s this gift that allows him to sniff out even the most disguised rats, he can smell anything, a bad deal, a set-up, a sting operation.

People like to say he can even tell the police department has been somewhere, can sense their blues and blacks and brutality from miles away.

Steve smiles, reaching for the glass Richerson offers him. He makes no motion to drink from it though, he was always a whiskey man.

Santiago on the other hand, waste no time in throwing back the glass, letting the auburn liquid down his throat in loud gulps. Steve waits a beat, before returning the glass to his mouth, behind the rim, Santiago's eyes follow his movements, the fraction of relief sits on his shoulder and it has Steve pulling back, letting the glass rest on the desk, the sound clunk causing Santiago to flinch.

“I feel like there is something you're not telling me Santi” Steve smiles, a wicked smile, his infamous smile, this one’s different to the one he gives you, This was cat-like, deceptively comforting, it's his infamous smile, the one he gives when he knows your hidden motives, the one where it makes you shit your pants and realise you’re utterly fucked.

Santiago gulps, attempting to reach for another glass before Bucky stops him, lifting the bottle away from him. Santiago looks up confused, finally realising that much of his men were to the side, watching on, hands to their sides, relaxed. Another chest piece to Steve’s kingdom.

“This deal, it's good, it benefits me greatly in fact, but I’m wondering where in this deal do you come in? What do you gain from this? I know you don't have enough operations to set up a Southern front, so how is signing a deal with the Montgomery’s going to help you?

“They base their operations off the shore. Half of your family’s roots are in Harlem. Unless you’ve come in with some money, an off the books, under the table deal you’ve so kindly left me out on”. Steve yawns, leaning back against the chair, his hair remains impeccably in place, not a strand awry. “You couldn’t afford the liability”.

Santiago looks as though he has swallowed a live tarantula, back pin-straight, eyes bulging out of their sockets, his hands fumbling around him, itching his knee, scratching his beard. A bead of sweat rolls down his sunken face and catches on his nose before splatting on the office table.

“You look like you need a drink, here, have mine, I never had the stomach for rum” Steve offers, eyes surveying Santiagos, Steves outstretched hand offering his glass, the space a mere centimetre from Santiago’s grasp.

Santiago is in bits, mind scrambled, anxiety floating in his stomach, sick, he felt sick, the feathers of nausea crawl up his throat, and before he can think, before he can take a second and think, he's reaching for Steves glass, gulping down anything to quell the nausea bubbling in his stomach.

It takes Santiago 2 full sips before he's realised what he's done, he throws the glass, and it shatters against the Armenian painting near the door, he's puckering, spitting out the liquid. It's too late, the laced poison settles in his stomach, under his skin, in his eyes, everywhere.

“Did you really think I would drink that? Hm? Are you insane? Fuck Santi, we could have avoided this” Steve's voice rings through, bounces off the walls, as Santiago is scrambling off his chair, crawling around as he heaves loudly.

Through the haze of poison, Santiago manages to drop his phone, it clanks across the floor and lands right at Steves's feet. The sounds of its ringing catches Santiago's ears and a new fear envelopes him, his eyes bulging out as he tries to scream, protest, and reach for it, but it's all a wet gurgled mess. White froth begins to empty from his mouth, as he tries to move.

The number catches Steves's eye, it's a burner, nothing Santiago would have use for, grim sets in Steve, there is a persisting feeling at the age of his mind that this is not yet over.

Steve answers the call, he pauses as the other person on the line is speaking as if hiding back a grin.

“Look Santi, I know we agreed to get her when Stevie's all face down and seizing, but she was out in the open, shopping or some shit down on Southaven drive. We just couldn't pass on that golden opportunity, could we boys?!” The person roars, and the sound of hooted laughter filters in from the background.

“You should've seen it, how she scrambled and yelped, god she’s one pretty little thing, tied and gagged and she still screamed for him. When Steve’s out of the picture I get to keep her, show her what a real man is like, how ‘bout that sweetheart?” The gruff voices sing songs, the sounds of fumbling before the muffled scream of your voice cuts through the receiver.

“Ow! Fucking bitch kicked me, you better get here soon Santi, my patience is wearing thin, and I'm not scared to deliver some damaged merchandise” Barks the person.

The person continues to speak, but it muffles into the phone as the screen cracks within Steve's palm, steel and glass fall to the ground as Steve throws the phone across the room.

It all went quiet then, the noise of Sam, of Bucky, of Santiago’s heaving wet coughs, the air conditioner, all white noise. Steve was blinded by this feeling, this heart arching feeling. He felt his chest cave in, split in two, dripping gushes of blood. His hand reaches for his chest, pulling, ripping his tie apart. His body moves without his brain, like muscle memory, like he knows what he has to do, he lunches for Richerson and wraps a hand around his neck as he drags him from his crawling escape.

He holds him there, choking him as he brings down his fist across his face. The wet sound of bones crunching into muscle and skin go on forever, bouncing across the room until the throaty heave of Richardson is all that is left of him.

His face swollen beyond recognition, piss and blood leaking from him, eyes bloodshot and awry. Tradition and bespoken family ties are ripped to shreds, spotted with the blood of Santiago’s throat.

Bucky is on the phone, barking orders, Sam is to the corner dragging Steve off of him. Steve stands erect, a man with a mission, with a sudden purpose that brings fear into even Bucky himself.

He had never seen him like this.

Even when Bucky had been taken, left to die at the hands of enemy rivals in that culdesac those years before.

Even when Sam had torn his shoulder stopping Steve’s potential assassination in the ruins of a deal gone awry.

Nothing, nothing prepared them for what Steve would do when the unforgivable happened to you. Irreplaceable, loving, incredible you.

Bucky and Sam were both in pieces as they gathered their ammunition to find you, you were Steve’s of course, but they had parts of you, the kindness of your eyes lessened the hardened of their hearts a little, you were family to them, they’d die for you.

Much of their fear was clouded by the audacity of it, taking you, the rest of New York knew you were off-limits, that taking you meant declaring war with Steve. And no one was stupid enough to do that unless they had the possibility they could win. No, not just a possibility, a certainty. The truth of it is shown as Steve shakes with misplaced anger, how dare they, it rang in his mind, mocked him, torture him from within.

“Where the fuck is she?” Roared Steve, it sounded like it was for no one, but it was said so that it was meant for Santiago. Steve's harrowing footsteps stomp towards Santiago, he's curled in on himself, flinching as Steve gets near. Steve reaches for him pulling the last shreds of his dress shit by his fist, slamming him on the table.

Steve comes closer, squeezing Santiago's cheeks, his other hand is reaching for a knife, and the glint of it has Santiago screaming for death.

“I don't like to repeat myself, do yourself a favour of a quick death and tell me” Steve shakes, hand grasping the hilt as he presses it into Santiago's chest.

“TELL ME” Howls Steve, he's left the knife now, it falls to the floor as Steve instead begins to wrap his large palm around Santiago's throat, pressing until the white sheen of sweat appears on his face.

A murmur leaves Santiago’s lips, muffled by the blood and skin and muscle, yet Steve hears it all the same.

“What was that? Speak louder will you, or do you want me to pull out your voice box instead?” Steve grunts, patience wearing thin.

“A warehouse near the Hudson-” wheeze “-a defunct start-up, Steel Workings” Santiago finally manages the last word, falling back onto the floor. It's all Steve needs, so he reaches for Santiago, let the screams and wails of bargaining fall to his deaf ears, and snaps.

The heavy head of Santiago falls awkwardly against Steve, and he pushes him off, leaving him to lay limp on the floor as he leaves the room.

The car is running as Steve slides in, Bucky and Sam following suit.

“I swear to fucking god, those traffic lights better be green” Grunts Steve as he pushes the gas, quickly turning out of Richerdsons's stone driveway, onto the expansive gravel road.

Steve is still in his mind, the soundless cloak that’s trying to separate him from the truth, trying to spare him so he doesn't fall to pieces. He rips it apart and forces his eyes to take in everything, he needs to be present, he needs to be honest with himself if he wants to save you.

“Steve” Bucky starts eyeing the blonde, the grip of his fingers around the steering wheel was turning painful, Bucky didn't know how long he'd last.

“I’ve got Starks men on the line, he's willing to let you pass through to get to her faster” Bucky breathes out. The bargaining it took to persuade the pretentious billionaire put down his pride was ridiculous, but it was something Bucky would do a thousand times over for you.

The sentence barely leaves Bucky’s mouth before Steve is taking a sharp turn, through the part of the city that was claimed as Starks, it feels like time was fighting against them, the minutes and seconds ticking by, mocking them, mocking Steve.

A feeling Steve has long forgotten engulfs him, sits on the stone floor of his stomach, and jitters him with shakes that were half violent.

“You're scared” Sam answers for him, Steve nods, the lights of the city skyscrapers make mirages against the tinted windows,

“All our men are on deck, I’ve called in Francisco, Natasha, we will get those sick fucks, and we’ll make them bleed” Sam replies

Steve doesn't let Sam’s reassurance dent him, he knows this story all too well, to think he would be spared from it, to think you would be spared from it, in this life, was foolish. Steve didn't rely on hope, or prayers, he relied on his gut, his power, his influence.

And there was no time more needed for them than now, saving his girl.

part two—-

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