#steve rogers x camgirl!reader

[world-of-aus]

Stark Hub - Cap Meet’s Camgirl

Pairing: Pornstar!Steve x Camgirl!Reader

Warnings: Smut 18+ MINORS DNI; hand jobs, dry humping, thigh riding.

Author’s Note; this chapter is going to be a little more tame to the other chapters that i bring out but I hope you enjoy it anyway, happy readings bunnies!

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Soft laughter fills your two-bedroom apartment, the glasses of wine that you had earlier finally settling over you in the form of a nice buzz.  

“No, but seriously, y/n I think you should sign that contract,” Natasha says over her glass of wine, “I know you’re worried about whether you can sell sex or not, but if we’re being honest no one goes in knowing how – a stars not made over night, we’ve all had our fumbles in the beginning.”

“Exactly,” Wanda chimes in as she reaches for the bowl of chips sitting on your coffee table, “no one has ever come into this industry as a pro, it's one of those things that the more you do, the better you get, well for some,” she laughs taking a jab at Carter.

“Wanda,” you and Natasha laugh, “What,” she defends through a sip of wine smirk curling around the glass, “it’s true this is an industry where you either work your way up or you stay down.”

“I still don’t know,” you sigh as you bring your glass up to meet your lips, “well what is it that worries you y/n,” Natasha questions, “is it really that you think you can’t sell it, or is there something more?”

“Am I really that obvious,” you question through a laugh, “not at all,” your friends chime in, “it’s just we’ve heard and seen your work firsthand y/n, and well – do you really think you couldn’t sell it?”

You’re letting out a deep sigh, “well maybe it isn’t so much so that I don’t think I'll be able to sell it, because I have to sell something in order to get the guys going right,” Natasha and Wanda nod in agreement, “I guess what it really boils down to here is the change of place.”

The girls look at you, waiting for further elaboration, “When the guys come in to my room, it’s just me and them, there’s no crew, no camera, no lights, no expectations. I don’t have to put on a show for anyone, I can be myself.”

“And you can still be yourself behind the lens of a camera as well y/n, the only thing that is going to change for you in this case would be your place of work.”

“Yeah y/n,” Natasha agrees, “don’t ever feel like you have to change yourself because of your line of work, the best sex that sells here at stark hub is the authentic kind, the one where you can genuinely see two costars enjoying the pleasure with each other.”

Your fingers tap against the glass of wine in your hands as you take in their shared words, “look you don’t have to make a decision now, hell you don’t even have to say yes to a contract, but it's something to think about.”

“Yeah, there’s no rush,” Wanda chimes in, “you have the weekend to think it over, and right now we have another wine bottle to get through!”

Laughter fills your home as Wanda trips over her feet trying to get off the couch to fetch the other wine bottle from the fridge. Both you and Natasha watching the light-haired brunette search through your fridge, “you really should consider it,” Natasha say’s quietly, pulling your attention, “I think you’d bring in quite the following.”

Your head tilts to the side, “I’m being obvious again aren’t i?”

The redhead cracks a smile, reaching a hand out to grab ahold of yours, “not obvious, but I can see that you’re worried, you have been since we arrived – but I want you to know there’s no need to be, it's like we said you don’t have to have an answer right now, much less say yes to the idea at all, but what we do want you to know is that you’d be a great addition to stark hub should you choose to sign on.”

You squeeze her hand a silent ‘thank you’ for her uplifting words, “I promise I'll take some time to really think about it.”

“That’s all we ask, hell if it’s setting your worried about I’m sure Clint could lend you one of the nifty new Webcams stark just purchased and you could become stark hubs very first camgirl.”

“Camgirl?”

“Y/n your kidding,” Wanda gasps from the kitchen, “you’ve worked how long for stark hub and never heard of a cam girl – do you even watch porn?”

Embarrassment kisses your cheeks, “of course I watch porn, but what I’m saying is stark hub doesn’t exactly offer the viewer a category for camgirls.”

Your comment goes over Wandas head though you take notice of the knowing smirk growing on Natasha lips, one you knew meant it would end in her teasing you later about her newfound discovery of you.

“Listen Starks main priority is ratings and views and with his main focus being Barnes and building him up there’s not much room for else in his eyes.”

“Wands is right,” Natasha agrees, “starks primary focus most times is to build our ratings - aside from his star pupils - so he probably hasn’t even thought of the potential a new category to starkhub could bring – you should bring it up to him,” she all but purrs.

“Oh yes, let me just walk into his office Monday morning and ask him if I could become starkhubs first camgirl – that should go over well,” you snort over your glass of wine.

“Sure kid, that’s actually one of the best ideas to be presented to me this morning – far better than any of Clint’s.”

Your brows shoot up, lips parting in surprise, “wait, what, are you serious, you would let me?”

Tony straightens himself out in his chair arms finding his desk as he leans on it, “were you not being serious,” he questions, “because if not we can wipe the idea off the table and you can go back to doing exactly what you already are - first shoots starts in an hour - but if you are being serious, and you really want to be our first cam girl I'm absolutely on board for it, hell I'm pretty sure Clint can have you set up within the hour at my word.”

Your stunned for a moment not having expected Tony to have been so accepting of your proposition. You had thought he might fight you a bit more on your request, he was the boss after all and surely, he would have the final word on adding new categories to Stark Hubs growing arsenal of porn. You were actually certain he would reject you; having spent most of your Sunday sick with worry at the meeting you were currently in with him.

“Listen kid,” Tony starts taking in your wariness, “porn is porn, and yeah while I haven't exactly been voicing interest in new categories I won’t exactly reject any new offers brought to the table – especially if they’ll throw up our ratings and bring in the views.”

“And you’d be willing to take that risk on me - stark hubs fluffer?”

Tony leans further on his desk, “listen y/n, I’ve heard enough from my guys, and I would be stupid not to take a risk on you, so yeah if you’re really serious about it I can have a whole new contract drawn up that specifically caters to you and what you’re willing to put out, I could probably get with Clint and Pepper by the end of today and make a whole new category just for you – but I need to know that you’re really on board to do this.”

You hadn’t expected to get this far, so you hadn’t fully considered the thought of saying yes to it at all. The thought of being on camera still frayed your nerves, you weren’t sure you were ready for it despite the reassurance from your friends on Saturday.  “Talk to me kid, I can see there’s something more on your mind, and don’t be afraid to air it out with me, maybe I can help you sort your thoughts out, or if not me maybe Pepper – she’s better with the women then I am, but I'm working on it.”

“I’m just not sure I'm ready to be on camera yet is all, I don’t think I'm ready for all that,” you answer.

Tony looks thoughtful, understanding, “I don’t think anyone coming in to this industry is ready for all that it truly is, it can be a lot, and as a first-time porn star it can be overwhelming, even the biggest names get stage fright when they first start out." Your head tilts in question, “you didn’t' hear this from me,” Tony continues, “but before stark hub exploded and I'm talking about when I was still working from my garage, I had a hard time getting Barnes to agree to be seen on camera.”

“Bucky Barnes,” you question, “you had a hard time getting the winter soldier on camera?”

Tony chuckles, “hard to believe isn’t it, you see him now and you wouldn’t even begin to think that but it's true, heck if you look back to some of his oldest videos, they’re either solos or they’re filmed from his perspective.”

“His perspective?”

“The video is shot as if he’s the one filming himself fucking his counterpart, its what many now would title amateur,” Tony answers, “so you see, stark hub isn’t exactly new to making adjustments for their stars we’ve been doing it since the beginning - your comfort will always come first with us.”

“What if I'm never ready to show myself though, surely it’ll get boring for the viewers not being able to put a face to the name that I build.”

“You’d be surprised kid, sometimes not being able to put a face to the name is the thrill of it all for our viewers,” he reassures, “and as for never being ready to show yourself, I don’t think that will be the case, you’ll eventually be ready,” The office grows quiet then as Tony lets you think it all over, “you really think I can do this?”

The smile Tony offers you is warm, “ kid I wouldn’t have offered you carter’s position if I didn’t think you could do this, I know you can which is why I want to offer you a chance.”

“offer me a chance,” you question, “isn’t that what you’re already doing?”

“I want you to see, what we already see,” he answers, “what do you mean,” you inquire needing more elaboration from the man. “If it's okay with you I’d like Clint to set up one of our cameras in your room and between the three guys you have to get ready for sets today I want you to choose which one you want to have you first film with.”

“Wait, we’re starting today?”

Tony shakes his head, “what we get on film today doesn’t have to be posted, it can be deleted at the end of the day for all I care what I want though is I want for you to see yourself, I want you to see what we see.”

Your teeth catch your inner cheek as you mull over Tony’s words. It would just be you and your guy of choice, no crew, no lights, no expectations.

“Okay,” you breathe.

“Okay? Shit, okay!” Tony scrambles then hand reaching for the phone on his desk bringing up to his ear as he dials in an extension.

It's quiet for a second before Tony’s speaking animatedly into the line. “Clint, buddy listen unbox the cameras, yes you know the ones, I want you to set one up in y/ns room,” his eyes flash to yours smirk growing, “yeah pal, I think we got her.”

“So have you decided who you might want to be your first,” Clint questions as he finishes adjusting the camera at your workstation, “Thor, Banner, - cap?”

“You know you’re not being as inconspicuous as you think you are,” you retort with a smile at his pause before mentioning the bearded dirty blonde.

He lets out a laugh as he stands back looking over your setup, “wasn’t trying to be, but between Rogers and Wilson wanting a go at being your first something tells me you’d choose rogers.”

The warmth that creeps in your cheeks is faint, “I don’t even have Wilson scheduled for today so his chances at being my first are pretty low along with his knowledge of even knowing I filmed my first today.”

Clint raises a brow at that, “you don’t think you’ll let this one get published on the site?”

You lean back in the chair where many of the male stars have sat during there time before set. “Honestly hadn’t really considered keeping it, I’m sure I’m going to hate what I see and get it trashed by the end of the day.”

He hums before turning to you, “if I may, and the final decision will be yours to make – I’d get Steve to be your first.”

“Steve?”

Clint smiles with a nod, “yeah, rogers has popped a lot of firsts here at stark hub, most of our leading lady’s actually had their first film with him.”

It's no news to you at the mention of Steve being the chosen male counterpart for many of the new female stars. You had heard plenty from not only the girls but the man himself. Rogers was what some liked to call the Golden retriever of porn; he was eager to greet the new stars and show them a good time. He liked to make those around and with him comfortable, he wanted them to know they were safe despite the space they were in. The space that was unfamiliar, new.

Steve was a people pleaser, and his favorite people to please? Women.

“Shouldn’t I break tradition then,” you find yourself saying, “give Bruce or Thor a chance?”

“Can I be honest again,” he says, “Thor puts on his best show in front of the camera with a big crew, he thrives off of it, he loves knowing someone’s watching – the perve,” he jokes. “And Banner, well he gets accustomed to his routine, he likes knowing what to expect, likes knowing what he’s walking in to.”

“So what you’re saying is I should go with Cap.”

“If you want a partner that is going to give you your best first experience then yeah go with Cap because then you know you’ll be in good hands, you’ll be with someone you can really trust to give you a pleasurable first experience. But if you’re trying to break ‘tradition’ because you don’t want to be like everyone else then go with the one of the other two.”

Your room grows quiet, Clint letting you think over your choice. You don’t have to think it over long already having had your mind set on who would be your first even before Clint had mentioned the stars names, “Was Steve going to be my last star to prep for this evenings set?”

A knowing smile pulls at Clints lips, “he is now,” he answers, “and trust me y/n you won’t regret this – I have a feeling ill be uploading your first cam appearance by the end of tonight.”

The laughter you let out in response is weak, laden with your nerves,  “easy there Barton I only agreed to a trial run.”

His smile morphs into a smirk, “we’ll see about that y/n,” he says as he makes his way to your door after making one last inspection to your setup. “Gonna send Banner in for fifteen, then Thor for thirty, I'll let Cap know about his change of set today, not that I think he’ll mind at all,” he adds throwing you a wink.

You’re shaking your head your nerves now a low ebb, “you can send Banner in when he’s ready – oh and clint do you think maybe we could keep this just between us?”

“Secrets safe with me y/n, you have nothing to worry about, won’t tell a soul.”

“Cap really is a good choice, despite the name he holds for being almost everybody’s first, you made a great pick.” You hum under your breath, fingers coursing around the curled locks on Banners head, pulling till you’re drawing a low hiss from his lips, his cock hardening further between the two of you. “Who was it,” you question drawing his gaze to you, “Stark or Barton?”

There's a pleased smile tugging slowly at Banners lips as your fingers continue to tug, scalp almost burning at your ministrations, “wrong place, right time,” he offers.

Your raise a brow, “wrong place right time,” you question bringing your other hand down on his exposed chest, nails scraping south, “what do you mean?”

Bruce’s head falls back onto the couch, lips parted in an open low gasp, “was looking for clint to ask him what time I was supposed to come meet you,” he breathes through a moan, “found him in Starks office talking about you and Steve.”

“Was anyone else around,” you inquire further the hand trailing south wrapping around his cock squeezing. It pulses in your hand despite the tightness of your fist, “just me,” he gasps out, “just me!”

Your hand abandons his cock then, inching down to grasp at his balls, taking them in your grasp, squeezing, rolling. His head thumps a little harder against the couch, eyes squeezing shut as he draws in a breath through clenched teeth. “You know if I wasn’t so used to having a schedule, I would have definitely loved to have been your first.”

A smile tugs at your lips, “really?”

His eyes slip open gaze meeting yours, “really,” he answers eyes threatening to fall closed when your hand slips back up to wrap around his cock giving a few tight tentative strokes, “you know what you’re doing – fuck do you know what you’re doing and you do it so well,” he groans.

He curls in on himself then, head falling to your chest as you switch between quick and slow strokes of his cock, “listen,” he grunts, “if you do decide to do this full time let me know, I'd definitely like to get a film with you.”

“I’ll add you to the list,” you coo quickening the pace of your hand.

A moan of your name slips past his lips, “fans are going to think I'm a switch after they see what you do to me.”

“They’re going to finally see the true you Banner, you really want that?”

He presses a kiss to your clothed chest, “if it means getting you to do what you’re doing now, then yes let them see the real me.” You’re laughing breathily, Banners breathless pleas of ‘don’t stop,’ egging you on further and you knew if it wasn’t for Clint barging in to get his star to set he would have spilled over in your hands – and of that you were certain.

“You always have impeccable timing,” you laugh at the pained groan Banner lets out.

“If I left you with him any longer Natasha would have written a complaint, you know how she is with here scenes, and you know how he is when he’s already cum once.”

“Of course, I do,” you answer as you help Banner up, “take it slow with him, let him come off that high or he’s going to bust before he even gets inside of her.”

“Would that really be such a bad thing?”

“Not as bad as Banner here finding out about my scene with cap, say you wouldn’t happen to know how that happened would you,” you question secretly delighting yourself in the way his eyes blow up wide, a quick excuse of needing to be on set slipping past his lips as he reached for Banner nearly tossing him out of your office as he followed closely behind.

“Send me thor!” you yell through the closed door.

“I think it’s wonderful,” Thor breathes large hand cupping your cheek, thumb running over the apple of it, “I've considered you one of our own from the beginning.” A smile tugs at your lips, eyes rolling as you swat at his exposed ass, nails digging crescents into the swell of it, “I am one of you Thor, I was just living behind the scenes.”

“And what a shame it was,” he grunts hips rolling into yours cock slipping between your thighs - thank God for shorts you think. “While I respect why you chose to work behind the scenes for as long as you did, it was truly a disservice.”

“Disservice,” you question, “you sure that’s the word you want to use?

Thor hums under his breath as his hands began to wander, squeezing whatever part of you he can, this is what you found got him going the quickest. “A true disservice,” he agrees as his hands slide up your body, “it was a shame that you felt the need to hide, because what you do here with us, for us, the viewers of stark hub should be able to enjoy it as well.”

“You really think they would enjoy what I do here,” you question. The long-haired blonde is nodding almost dumbfoundedly as his hands finally grasp at the part of you they’ve been itching for since he walked in. Your breasts.

He’s lost on you then, as he fondles them in his hand, his cock seemingly getting harder, hotter between your legs as he plays with them. “The views you could bring in,” he breathes, “no one here quite does it like you.”

“And what do I do,” you murmur hands slipping from behind his ass to fist around his cock.

It’s a delight to see the broad toned muscle man fall apart at the touch of your hands, his head tilting back exposing his neck to the room. In that moment you were certain that if you had been filming with him, you would have latched you lips and teeth onto the smooth expanse of skin.

“You’ve explored us, taken your time with us, have come to learn our likes and dislikes and have used what we crave the most against us, you tear us apart greater than any woman ever could, and for that reason and that reason alone it’s a travesty stark hub viewers have not seen it yet.”

Words are lost on you; you had always known Thor to the more passionate type, always vocal, supporting of the things he believed in, and it surprises you just how much he stood by what you did here for them, did the others think the same? You don’t allow yourself to dwell on the thought to long, you only had minutes left with Thor before Clint would be dropping in to get him off to his set so instead you focus your attention on the hands that are wrapped around the blonde's cock stiffening him up further as you push your chest into his hands. “Should I add you to the list,” you offer when the words finally find you.

His laugh is boisterous, broken off in a groan as his head knocks softly against yours, “I’ll be a frequent of yours,” he promises, as his hands drop from your breasts to lock on your hip's fingers pressing into your skin as pleasure blooms within him. “Rogers is a lucky man you know,” he groans hips rolling into your hand as he chases a release that was a means to no end, “none of us have ever experienced an orgasm with you before and he’ll be the first.”

“Who says he’ll be experiencing an orgasm at all, maybe I'll just leave him hard and leaking, let him take care of it at home.”

Thor let’s out a groan at your slowing pace, “come on,” he growls more to himself than you, “don’t stop now.”

“As much as I would love to give you what you need, Clints not going to be too happy with me if he comes in here to get you and doesn’t seeing your hardened dick in all its glory.”

He pushes his nose against yours and the sentiment brings a smile to your lips, “we could give him another.”

“Unfortunately, we don’t pay y/n to get you off at all, but maybe after her successful set with Rogers we will.”

“It’s like you can sense their orgasm,” you laugh turning your head towards the doorway where Clint stands, “and they say I'm bad.”

Clints laughing in return, “I’m not the one inducing the pleasure here.” “But you are the one taking it away,” Thor grumbles, as he gives you one last squeeze before moving over towards Clint, stark hub robe all but forgotten on the chair.

“Hey pal you're forgetting your robe,” Clint calls out as Thor moves past him and out into the hallway stark-naked. “And you’re forgetting that I have a problem that needs to be taken care of now come along Barton!”

You can’t help the snort that makes it past your lips, the man in question turning to you unamused, “I’ll send Steve your way in five.” 

Clint had sent him in four, and he came like he always did; warm eyes and an even brighter smile.

“So, I see you’ve decided to act on that advantage you have over us, didn’t think your answer would come this quick and in the form that it did – stark hubs very first cam girl.”

Despite the nerves coursing through you he brings a smile to your lips, “what can I say I'm full of surprises Cap, gotta keep y’all on your toes.”

His smile turns into a smirk, “not on clock yet sweetheart,” he feels the need to remind, your grin widens, “well I am Cap, have been since nine actually, and technically so are you – you know given you’re going to be filming with me.”

Steve chooses then to move over to you leaving less than a foot of space between the two of you, “I didn’t prep before coming in, you think you can help me with that?” There’s a shift of energy in the room, one you feel the need to match as you close the last bit of space between the two of you, “I can definitely help with that.”

His hand is warm on your hip, inviting as he guides your movement; slow and controlled. Your back is to his front, reverse cowgirl with the barest of clothing still on, you still weren’t sure when you had started to shed your top layers revealing the lacy number underneath. Was it before or after you gave Steve the control for the camera Clint had set up for you earlier? “I don’t trust myself to actually press record,” you had said as you laid it in his hand, “can you do it for us?”  

You had laid your trust in Steve the way he has you, letting him guide the two of you the way he saw fit.

“Just like that,” you hear him breathe from behind you, “don’t be afraid to grind down on me sweetheart, s’just you and me here.” As if to prove his point he’s rolling his hips upward drawing a quiet moan from you, your hips swirling down to meet his cock.

He's moaning low, the sweet noise dampening your lace panties further, “so good for me honey, bet this feels better than when you were riding my thigh.” You’re letting out a breathy response as you brace your hands on his thighs driving your hips downward in a filthy swivel.

You can feel him adjust himself from behind, letting you for a second control the movement of your hips. “Keep going, just like that,” he encourages, “it feels so good.” His words spur you on fingers digging into the muscles of his thighs your braced on as you alternate between grinding and bouncing on his cock. His hands are back on you a second later, chest pressed to your back as he grinds up into your clothed wet pussy, arms resting around your middle as he ruts up into you. He leaves wet, open-mouthed kisses along the skin of your back, licking, nipping at any of the skin he can get at.

“Cap,” you breathe, “please.”

“I’ve got you honey, know just what you need,” he murmurs into your skin as one of the hands that was wrapped around your middle trails its way up till its wrapped around your neck turning your head towards his. You're expecting his lips to meet yours; your first kiss, but he surprises you, eyes locking with yours as he holds you just at a distance, lips barely brushing yours as he speaks, “going to give you something better than this.”

You want to question what could possibly be better than this, but his hand – the one not wrapped around your neck is dipping south, dipping till he’s cupping your damp heat through the lace of your panties. “Fuck honey, you’re soaking,” he murmurs drawing a moan from you, “this all for me,” he questions as his fingers curl around the side of your panties pulling until the material is bunched at the side allowing him easy access to run a finger through your slick filled folds. “Is that really all that gets you going,” he hums finger circling your clit, “humping yourself silly on Cap’s cock.”

Had it not been for the pleasure filled haze you found yourself in, you might have gone warm with embarrassment at his words. You had never been on the receiving end of ‘porn talk’ only having heard of it from the girls but know that it was directed towards you, you didn’t know what else to do other than let out a noise that you knew was akin to a pathetic whimper.

He’s chuckling, “keep taking what you want from me honey, be selfish and use my cock for your pleasure, I’ll still get mine.”

You’re falling away from the hold he has on your neck to settle against his shoulder, moans spilling from your lips in warm puffs of air that fan against his neck. “Cap please.”

“Please what, you wanna cum, is that what you want?”

You're nodding your head erratically, breathy ‘yes cap wanna cum all over your fingers – please – please let me cum sir,” spilling from your lips. He doesn’t know where your sudden braveness comes from, the cocksure girl that gets him ready for his scenes finally spilling through. He feels the need to praise you, as he brings you closer to your first release, “that’s my girl, come on now, come all over my fingers, get them all wet for me.”

A moan is trembling past your lips, hand wrapping around the wrist that works away at your clit. You can feel the pleasure building, bubbling within you as it threatens to spill over, drown you in bliss. “Cap please,” you breath nose running along his chin, “kiss me.”

Cap doesn’t need to be asked twice, though he’ll never tell he’s always wondered what your lips would feel like against his and now he knows. Your hand finds the back of his head as you pull him closer, fingers tangling in his short locks that rest at the back his head, Cap drinks down your moans like a man thirsting for water. The breathless pleas you spill into his lips, the one he licks up with his tongue only spur him on, his finger swirling over your clit, as he begs you to come for him, “come on honey, I can feel it, give it to me.”

You're gasping into his lips, hips stuttering as your orgasm blankets you in bliss, pussy clenching around nothing. Cap works you through it, finger circling your now sensitive clit, as he lets you slip from your high. He’s kissing you again, praising you for being so good, a promise to keep making you feel good as he plans to now get what's his.

He moves the two of you so you’re flat on your back, panties still pulled off to the side as he slides in between your legs. “Not going to wreck this pretty little pussy yet,” he murmurs as he slides his cock through your wet folds – fucking you without penetration, “but I do want to mark what's mine, gonna make sure everyone knows who this pussy belongs to.”

A breathy moan is falling from Cap’s lips in the form of your name, followed by a forced out “fuck” as he grips himself a little tighter, pumping a little harder through your soddened folds. Your hips are swiveling again, rolling up into him as you ache to chase that high again. “Look at me honey” he murmurs, your eyes slide up his torso at the request. His mouth is parted open in a low moan, eyes hooded over in lust, and you can’t bring yourself to look away.

In that moment you want to touch; and that’s exactly what you find yourself doing as you reach down between your spread legs, fingers finding his hand that he has wrapped around his cock. “Going to help me,” he husks, “going to lend your captain a hand?”

You’d have snorted out a laugh if you weren’t so in the moment, but you are, you’re so caught up in the pleasure that you can’t give him any sort of reasonable response other than ‘fuck me cap, let me feel you cum all over this pretty little pussy.”  

You’re right on edge with him as he thrusts through your wet folds in tandem now, and the thing to send you over is the growl of your name falling from his lips as the first warm spurt of his cum hits pussy. Your body clenches, your second orgasm of the evening washing over you as your toes curl, a low moan spilling from your lips, “fuck,” you groan as you come down from the pleasure.

He’s falling over you then capturing your lips in a filthy kiss, tongue delving past your teeth to lick into your mouth. “Did so good for me honey, so, so good for me.”

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Pairing: Avengers x camgirl!reader, Natasha Romanoff x reader, Steve Rogers x reader, Bucky Barnes x reader, Sam Wilson x reader, Carol Danvers x reader

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Summary: The newest addition to the Avengers had a small secret - when home, she was streaming at night. She was more skilled in hacking and IT so she was excluded from field missions while she helped them. But the Avengers had a secret too; they watched her.

Warnings: Smut (18+), degradation kink, praise kink, teasing from the reader, reader is a camgirl obviously, use of sex toys, masturbation (female and male), mentions of creampie, hint of daddy kink and miss kink, filming while in the act, squirting, kind of sex work, pussy slapping, dirty talk; kind of bisexual reader; language/swearing; usual level of violence in the MCU; the reader has hair but that‘s it from the description; pet names (honey, sweetie, sweet girl, doll, bunny, lovely, darling); degrading names (stupid whore & slut but it‘s meant lovingly); let me know if there is more

A/N: I got a bit carried away, sorry not sorry!

Working two jobs at once would sound difficult to some people. Especially when they thought it was being a cashier and a babysitter or something in that direction at the same time but you would say that it almost seemed to calm you down a bit. But that was probably because one of your jobs was at home and the other job was to sit in a chair surrounded by computers and hacking your way through the world while you flirt with your teammates.

You didn‘t know if it was the thrill of people finding out about your job or being filmed, maybe it was the comments or the payment of your watchers that got you off but nonetheless, you liked being a camgirl. After having a properly setup of camera, mic and a few toys, your followers seemed to rise a mile everyday.

Filming yourself for the first time was awkward and purely amateur porn-y. At that time, you just had a little bullet vibrator and filmed with your phone camera but your watchers liked it nonetheless and donated very gratefully. They enjoyed the innocent aura that surrounded you, which was ironic considering you filmed how you got yourself off. Over the time you lost some of your first followers the more dirty and experienced you got but some of the people that watched you were downright filthy. They liked the thought that they were the ones corrupting you and turning you from an innocent little college girl into a downright expensive slut. @widowknowsbest84 was one of your top viewers, holding a proud spot on your little whiteboard with the bright pink heart next to her name. She was one of the viewers that were very openly when it came to corrupting you, commenting the dirtiest and sometimes darkest things that would make the crudest people blush. She also sent you some of your favourite toys and donated a high sum of money every stream. You also had a lot of private shows with her in which she cruelly tortured you with as man orgasms as you could handle.

Another one of your highest viewer was @grantsr11. He was more on the sweet sight of your followers, always praising you and calling you his good girl. He wasn‘t one to donate a lot but at least $50 were in every stream. He also booked a private session every week.

You‘ve been streaming for a little over two years now and gained a lot of loyal followers over the time, 64,092 to be exact and every single one distinguishes them from another. Your audience truly was a variety of many different people. From women and men to people who identified themselves differently. Submissives, switches and dominants were in your streams too, demanding the filthiest things from you or thanking the gods for your streams in the comments. The age is also something you were surprised to see when you looked into the statistics of your account. Some of your viewers counted as seniors while others were just of age or even middle-aged people, you had them all.

Now, that was your first job but it was your second job that got you into a more awkward situation, at least for your coworkers.

It started off when you graduated college. You started working with a firm in the department of IT knowledge. Your task there was to safe intel and information for your company via hacking or in short; hack the hacker that tries to hack the company. And you were good at what you‘re doing, that and your school history is what brought Nick Fury to you in the first place. You were what some would call a genius, you had a high IQ and skipped two years in middle school. Your teachers thought you would become the next big astrophysicist but no, you rather wanted to do something with computers and with your hacking history, you caught the attention of SHIELD.

In the time span of two months, you got transferred from your old job to your new one as an Avenger, but one behind the scenes. While, yes, Tony Stark had his AI Friday, you were sometimes a bit quicker which he would be forever angry about. You knew what you had to look out for and you were always quick to inform the team over comms if there were agents on their way to them. You were responsible for the safety of the team while they were on field missions and it was quicker when they had to save some documents from the other agenda. Instead of needing hard-drives now, they just turned on the device and you hacked into it and saved everything you could get your hands on. You also talked to them while on missions, occasionally flirting with a few of them.

But back to why the jobs combined made the situation a bit more uncomfortable. Considering your skills in hacking, you also managed the Avengers‘ safety. Simple things such as making sure they weren‘t hacked and putting up firewalls to assure nothing would happen. But as you did your job, you also had to check their intel and, wow look at that, what a surprise that one of your top tippers was none other than Natasha Romanoff or your probably sweetest dom per private shows, Captain Steve Rogers. You even saw some other team members following you but you wanted to wait until you see when they start commenting things.

When you got introduced to Steve, one of the team‘s leaders and one of your favourite viewers, he flushed a deep red, coughing awkwardly and he couldn‘t look you into your eyes. Maybe that was because after your stream the day before, you expressed your fears over your new job. You had a private session with him where you took a thick plastic cock and squirted directly into the camera while he came in thick spurts of white cum.

In fact, almost all of your followers turned coworkers seemed to have a similar upon seeing you. They had seen your streams and some of them stayed for you pillow talks after the real show as well. They‘d listened to you rambling and worrying about what your coworkers would think of you and if you‘re going to do a good job there. Upon seeing you, Natasha raised her brow with a small smirk, you never saw her face in private sessions but you‘ve seen her body and the bottom part of her hair and compared to the Black Widow, it looked to be the same person.

Full respect to her though, she had a very nice body.

Fast forward a few months into the job and it couldn‘t be better. The Job developed a whole new routine but you can‘t complain. You woke up at the same time, went to work for nine hours that included training with Natasha, Steve, Sam and Bucky and after that, you were in your office and working on the Avengers‘ safety. After work, you went home and in every three afternoons, you streamed just like you planned to do now.

The camera was already set up and your followers already got a notification.

Bunny 🐰 is going live any moment now!

The numbers of people that already joined the live rose from moment to moment and you took off the oversized shirt you wore. Underneath the shirt, you wore a deep red laced bodysuit. The neckline was deep and your nipples could be seen through the bra cups. A pink vibrator and a dildo sat by your side just out of screen. The colour of the dildo matched your bodysuit and you could already see the comments because of that from your followers. Your hair was go framing your face.

The loading screen of ‘Bunny 🐰‘s stream is loading…‘ turned into a countdown of 3… 2… and there you were, gracefully sitting on your knees in your bed.

„Hi guys!“ you giggled lightly and the chat started to flood with various comments, some already demanding you to start and some sweetly greeting you. „Look at my new set, isn‘t it so pretty?“ You stood on your knees and turned a bit to show off the lacey sides of the little thing you wear. Some comments were smalltalk as well like @widowknowsbest84‘s comment. Ever since finding out that her favourite camgirl is her new teammate, she decided to tease you a bit.

@widowknowsbest84: How is my favourite bunny doing, lovely? How is your job doing?

„I‘m great, miss, how are you? And my job‘s going great, I‘m working with some really sweet people.“ you giggled slightly, something you do a lot while streaming but your viewers loved it, plus it added to your innocent/corrupted act. But Steve knew better, he heard you flirting through the comms on missions, especially with him and Natasha.

You continued a few minutes with small talk, reading comments about your viewers last days and how they‘re doing. In that time, you often got donations from those who are on these platforms in need of company instead of getting off. „I got a bit of an surprise for you guys.“ you turned to the side where your vibe and the red fake cock sat, shaking your body a bit when you knew that your ass is in perfect view. You grinned and bit your lip a bit when you showed them the new red toy you got yourself as a treat after a hard mission. „Look! It has such a nice size and girth but I‘m scared it will be too thick for me, y‘know I can‘t take this much.“ you had a slight pout on your face as you said that and your followers bought the whole act like Tony Stark buys cars.

@grantsr11: Look how excited she is, new set matching her new toy, aren‘t you such a good girl, honey?

@soldier41: come on, doll, push that pretty set aside and show us how you take your new toy.

„Is that what you want me to do, Soldier? Want me to get dumb already?“ your cute pout can never be replaced with anything else. The curve of your lips is just too sweet not to get hard and wet at. „Thank you, Grant! I love being your good girl, makes streaming much more fun.“ You continued teasing the viewers a bit until you started obeying the comments of pleas to finally stop teasing.

Laying down on the mountains of pillows, you spread you legs while getting comfortable, a noticeable dark spot on the bottom part of your body. „I‘m so excited to test that toy out, read good things about that online and I was so excited when my package finally arrived.“ you pushed the crotch part of the bodysuit to the side and rubbed the tip of the dildo on your slit while talking. The comments seemed to appreciate your teasing.

@daddyfucksgood6969: Come on honey, get that thing all nice and wet for us, show us how it makes you feel

@sugarysweetmom: Oh honey, look at you already so wet and we‘re just getting started

@sugarysweetmom was another good tipper of you. From chatting, which she obviously paid for, you knew that she was a single mom of two who had later in her marriage realised that she was into women. Sometimes your watchers confided in you and while they knew you couldn‘t really help them, they just liked to have s person they could talk to, even better that the person is pretty.

When you read @daddyfucksgood6969‘s comment, you pulled the red toy away from you and held it to the camera, your arousal glistening in the lights in front of you and giving your viewers the perfect sight of it. Everytime you used toys, you always showed them how wet it made you by holding the toy in the camera before you properly used it. Your tips always increased a lot in that time and currently with about 35.000 viewers in your stream, your tips were at-

looking at the tips you took a double look at the high number. $389.70 was it by now and you only streamed about half an hour now. This stream could top every other stream you ever did and you once did a stream for two and a half hours where you got tipped about $1200.

God, you were so happy that your face wasn‘t in public. In fact, the world only knew of „the rose“ as an Avenger but they could never place a face to that name.

You laid back down on the bed and sighed out when you lubed the toy more with your own arousal. It was a funny thing, no matter how thick the toy was, you never use lube. Steve- sorry, @grantsr11 had noticed that before and spoke to you about it on a private call before you two.

The man on the other line of your call sighed out while watching you use his favourite toy. It wasn‘t very long (just) about 6 inches but it was thick, very thick. The toy was wet with your arousal but that was it and Grant, that‘s what he told you to call him, noticed. „Why do you never use lube, honey?“ his hand was around his cock, slowly rubbing up and down.

„Don‘t like lube very much, like the pain more when the toy stretches me out.“ your voice was airy and you were already a bit dumb on the session. He find you the best that way if he was being honest with himself. All dumb, pretty and submissive. That bratty side of yours that sometimes showed in your streams. „Like the feel of a cock stretching me out so much.“ 'Grant' groaned out lowly when you said that, stroking himself faster. He watched with hooded eyes as you pushed the toy into your wet pussy, your gasp of slight pain and pleasure being the only sound that‘s heard. Your eyes rolled to the back of your hand as you pushed the toy deeper, moaning pornographically when you reached the hilt of it. „Fuck, doll, you‘re killin‘ me here.“ the hand around his cock tightened before he came all over his chest while watching you take that thick blue cock. He continued watching you as you came all over the thick toy.

Snapping back to reality from the memory of your private session with him, you noticed the comments.

@callmehoneysweetheart: You okay there, darling? Looking a little lost and spacey

@widowknowsbest84: Are you all spacey again, lovely? You getting dumb from a little grinding already?

@bestoneoutthere: You back here or still all airy?

You giggled shyly, „sorry guys, been thinking of the time I took a really thick toy, it was so nice.“ You didn‘t even notice that you were grinding against the length of your red toy before you sighed out. „I‘m back again, I‘m sorry.“ You cheeks heated a bit like they did every time you spaced out. It happened quiet a lot of times in your streams, you‘d get all lost in a little memory and by now, your regulars were used to it, even enjoyed it. The way you turned so stupid and noisy, like a little bitch in heat. That was their words actually and it stuck with you ever since.

@grantsr11: No need to apologize, honey. You‘re doing a great job, so pretty when you get all dumb.

@soldier41: All good, doll. Now be a good girl and show us the way you‘d take a real cock.

@notmadeofstonebutstillrockhard: Yeah, don‘t wanna get punished now do you?

You fuzzy little brain couldn‘t grasp that they didn‘t mean everything they wrote in the comments but little airheaded you didn‘t want a punishment, especially in that little headspace you are in again. „No, daddy! Don‘t punish me, please. I‘m gonna take it now, promise you.“ It‘s almost embarrassing how wet you are, slick coating the toy and your inner thighs, making the toy even easier to slip in. You gasped dumbly when you lined the tip of the fake dick up with your pussy, slowly sinking it in before pulling it out again to change positions. You switched from laying on your back to kneeling on your bed again, the sheets where you once sat being a few shades darker. Lining the toy up again, you slowly made your way downwards, sinking inch after inch down until all they could see was the red base of the toy.

You moaned loudly when you sinked down all the way, the fake cock kissing all your nice places. Beginning to lift your hips again, just until only the tip is inside you, you sinked down on the toy again, the sound you were making something between a painful sob and a pleasurable moan. You look straight into the camera while repeating the action, the comment section going wild at you.

@daddyfucksgood6969: Isn‘t she just the prettiest when she‘s fucking herself dumb? Such a stupid whore

@widowknowsbest84: Oh honey, aren’t you just such a sight for sore eyes?

@soldier41: Come on, doll, you can do more, can‘t you?

@callmehoneysweetheart: I‘m so glad I found your streams, you‘re truly worth every penny, sweetie

The comments flooded in like a tsunami, so fast you couldn‘t read all of them but you nodded dumbly at them anyway, agreeing with whatever they were saying about you. Slowly leaning forward while still riding the red fake cock, you grapped your pink vibrator and looked at the camera while licking it. The chat going wild at your actions and many screen recorded your stream to post it on Twitter. You rubbed the smaller toy against your pussy to wet it a bit and turned it to the slowest setting while holding it against your clit, a sharp gasp escaping your body at the feeling. „Oh my god!“

You started grinding desperately against the toys, switching between different sections of the vibrator that had you going crazy and bouncing up and down on your newest addition of ”pleasure helpers“ as you liked to call them. Your actions grew more frantic and the ones who watched you already a bit longer knew that this was when you were close. The sounds of tips clinging in your ears as you bounced faster and set the vibrations as high as possible, holding it tightly against your clit while grinding into it. A few uh, uh, uh‘s escaping your lips before you drew in a sharp breath and closed your eyes. Your juices squirting onto the toy under you as you kneeled above the toy, hips in the air and leaning on one arm behind you to give your followers the best view possible. The pink vibe was already on top of your now wet sheets, still moving a bit around as your other hand quickly slapped your pussy, more juices gushing out of you as you came down from your high.

@soldier41: Oh, fuck. That was so hot!

@grantsr11: Oh, sweet girl, you‘re treating us with this. Such a good girl!

@widowknowsbest84: Aren‘t you just the prettiest little thing? Coming so beautiful, wanna taste you so bad, lovely

@notmadeofstonebutstillrockhard: You‘re the very best there is, Bunny!

@daddyfucksgood6969: wish she would do that on my face

@callmehoneysweetheart: oh I just know that little pussy tastes better than anything else!

@bestoneoutthere: such a hot fucking thing! You‘re amazing Bunny!

Slowly coming down from your high you turned off the vibrator, cheeks feeling heated as you realised it was still on. The red new toy under you laid now on the bed and you put it to the side, your freshly put sheets are already ruined again. „That was nice.“ you giggled cutely after you found your voice again, ducking your head a bit at the dirty comments that praised and degraded you at the same time. „I think I‘ll pass out if I come once more so I‘m gonna end the stream soon guys! Don‘t forget to follow me on here and in my bio is a list for more content such as pictures, videos, chatting and private sessions, videocall or not. It was nice having you all again!“

You looked at the statistics of your streams after your ritual goodbye to the ones who only stayed for the steamy part of your stream and your eyes widened at the numbers that it showed you.

Top tipper: @widowknowsbest84

Top 3 viewers: @soldier41, @grantsr11, @widowknowsbest84

Your tips/donations: $1829.00

Number of viewers: 270.678

„Oh, and thank you to the top tipper, widowknowsbest84, I appreciate it very much thank you, and thank you everybody else who donated. Hello to every newcomer!“ You were bashful at the numbers, never once where they that high! And to think that you didn‘t even do the streaming for money anymore but rather for fun is incredible. Thank God, no one knows you‘re an Avenger.

@soldier41: Bunny, don‘t forget to change your board, don‘t wanna have to spank your ass red after that show.

„Oh, right! I‘m sorry, Daddy, please don‘t spank me!“ You kneeled and turned on your bed to the small white board on the wall that you out up for your streams. It‘s not that big, just barely portable but it was a nice feature. You had special coloured markers for it; pink and red ones and blue and purple and they were all so pretty! You remembered the adorable reaction from your sweet followers when you first showed them the board. Now it‘s routine that at the end of your streams, while you‘re doing your pillow talk and self-aftercare, you update and check the board.

Bunny’s top tipper: @soldier41 @widowknowsbest84

Bunny’s top viewers: @callmehoneysweetheart @soldier41 @grantsr11 @widowknowsbest84

BUNNY LOVES ALL OF HER VIEWERS!!

🐰❤️

This was all written on your board, small bunnies, hearts and stars around the edges to give it more of an innocent flair. Well, that is if you can still say innocent after that show you just out on.

„Sorry callmehoneysweetheart and soldier41, you‘re not the first place anymore but I still love you lots and lots!“ You had a tired but soft smile on your face as you sit back down on your knees, exhaustion creeping up more and more as you talked to your slowly decreasing audience before you call it a night and end the stream, saving it and uploading it to your channel for the ones who missed it.

Sometimes you wondered if Steve, Natasha, Sam, Carol and Bucky even knew they were all watching you, sometimes even at the same time.

#steve rogers x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #bucky barnes x reader #sam wilson x reader #carol danvers x reader #chris evans x reader #sebastian stan x reader #camgirl!reader #camgirl AU #marvel cinematic universe #marvel #chris evans #sebastain stan #anthony mackie #brie larson #scarlett johannsen #steve rogers smut #carol danvers smut #natasha romanoff smut #bucky barnes smut #sam wilson smut

[imyourbratzdoll]

Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

I’d like to thank @junipermuses - @royalsweetteaa - @st3rgirl - @foreverenchantingchrisevans for all of their help with creating my first kinktober and their putting up with me annoying them with it💗 and an extra thanks to @foreverenchantingchrisevans for making my kinktober sign💗

🌸𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐘 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓-𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁��𝐑!🌸

🔞𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊/18+ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊. 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆! 𝐀𝐋𝐒𝐎 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐎𝐅 18 𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄!🔞

𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐈𝐙𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐋𝐋, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑.

𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓.

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🌸𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 1🌸:

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3rd 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝒾𝓃𝓃𝑜𝒸𝑒𝓃𝓉

ft cop boyfriend steve rogers x girlfriend reader.

dry humping and praising

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5th 𝐖𝐄𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝒷𝑒𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒸𝒽𝑒𝒹 

ft jock jake wyler x naive reader.

glory hole and corruption/innocence

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7th 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝒻𝒶𝓌𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 

ft roommate colin shea x roommate reader.

voyeurism

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9th 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝓈𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉 

ft sheriff lee bodecker x criminal reader.

face-fucking and cum eating

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🌷𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 2🌷:

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10th 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝒹𝒶𝓏𝑒𝒹 

ft tutor jake jensen x student reader.

cream pie and breeding kink

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12th 𝐖𝐄𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝒹𝑒𝓁𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓉𝑒 

ft step-dad johnny storm x step-daughter reader.

exhibitionism

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14th 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝓂𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑜𝓌 

ft neighbour lloyd hansen x neighbour reader.

dubcon

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16th 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝓈𝓅𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹 

ft boyfriend chris evans and his best friend sebastian stan x girlfriend reader.

sharing kink and cuckolding

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🍄𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 3🍄:

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17th 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝓅𝑒𝓉𝒶𝓁 

ft camboy ransom drysdale x camgirl reader.

spanking and being recorded

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19th 𝐖𝐄𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝒹𝑒𝓈𝒾𝓇𝑒 

ft best friend’s brother curtis everett x inexperienced reader.

somnophilia

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21st 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝓈𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 

ft coach lance tucker x assistant coach reader.

overstimulation and semi-public sex

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23rd 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝓅𝓇𝑒𝒸𝒾𝑜𝓊𝓈 

ft doctor steve kemp x patient reader.

dacryphilia and knife kink

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💗𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 4💗:

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24th 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝒷𝒶𝒷𝓎𝒹𝑜𝓁𝓁 

ft boss bucky barnes x co-worker reader.

fingerfucking

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26th 𝐖𝐄𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝓂𝑜𝑜𝓃𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 

ft caregiver frank adler x babysitter reader.

cockwarming

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28th 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝓎 

ft lawyer andy barber x naive reader.

daddy kink and thigh riding

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30th 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝒻𝒶𝒾𝓇𝓎𝓉𝒶𝓁𝑒 

ft were-bear ari levinson x fairy reader.

monsterfucking, public sex and sex pollen

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31st 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝓈𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓌𝒷𝑒𝓇𝓇𝓎 𝓀𝒾𝓈𝓈 

ft daddies ari levinson, nomad steve rogers, curtis everett. their best friends bucky barnes and andy barber and reader’s teacher jake jensen x little student reader.

group sex, begging, voyeurism, degradation, praising, daddy kink, sir kink, semi-public sex, fingerfucking, facefucking, overstimulation, spanking, sharing kink, cum eating, breeding kink, dirty talk, oral sex, nipple play, spit kink, hair pulling, squirting, deep throating, cock and ball worship, cuckolding, aftercare, being recorded and teasing

this fic is dedicated to @junipermuses without her, it wouldn’t exist💗

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31st 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 2 - 𝓁𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂

ft stepdad steve rogers, step-uncle bucky barnes, stepbrother jake jensen and his best friend johnny storm x naive reader.

voyeurism, degradation, praising, daddy kink, sharing kink, fingerfucking, facefucking, overstimulation, spanking, breeding kink, dirty talk, oral sex, hair pulling, deep throating, cock and ball worship, aftercare, exhibitionism and teasing

also this one @junipermuses 💗

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31st 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 3 - 𝒶𝓅𝒽𝓇𝑜𝒹𝒾𝓉𝑒

ft stepdad steve rogers, step-uncle bucky barnes, stepbrother jake jensen, his best friend johnny storm, neighbours ari levinson, andy barber and their brothers curtis everett and frank adler x naive reader.

voyeurism, degradation, praising, daddy kink, sharing kink, cuckolding, fingerfucking, group sex, facefucking, overstimulation, spanking, breeding kink, dirty talk, oral sex, hair pulling, deep throating, cock and ball worship, cum eating, aftercare, teasing, spit kink, semi-public sex, begging and exhibitionism

and this being part 2 of lavender dreams, dedicated to @junipermuses 💗

#kinktober 2022 #kinktober #imyourbratzdollasks #chris evans #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans x reader #imyourbratzdollwork #imyourbratzdollmasterlist #imyourbratzdollkinktober #chris evans x female reader #sebastian stan masterlist #sebastian stan fluff #sebastian stan characters #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan x you #sebastian stan fanfiction #sebastian stan #chris evans one shot #chris evans x you #chris evans imagines

[onsunnyside]

𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞

There’s no going back now. Welcome to my stepcest verse. Here you’ll find all of my series, fics, blurbs/drabbles and wip tags for: stepdad, stepdad’s best friend, stepbrother(s), etc., and all thots, including single pairings and crossovers.

【 fluff, smut, angst, dark, (c)ompleted, request 】

˗ˏˋ𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭ˎˊ˗ | @onsunnysidelibrary | 𝐀𝐎𝟑 

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬:

𝐅𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐭𝐬; series ⤜ d, f, s

✧࿐ Ari has spent too long protecting you from the big bad world and all the monsters who inhabit it—including himself—for you to belong to someone else. See the Rush Collection. [soft dark!stepbrother!Ari Levinson, frat boys!CEvans characters, innocent!reader, university au, stepcest, grey character undertones, fratboy!Ari, innocent/virgin!reader]

𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬:

𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐩 𝐁𝐲 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐩; one shot ⤜ s, r (c)

✧࿐ It’s the summer before your freshman college year, and your stepdad’s best friend has been teaching you about pleasure behind your stepdad’s back, or so you think. Based on this ask. [stepdad!Ari Levinson, stepdad’s best friend!Lloyd Hansen, stepcest, innocent!/inexperienced!reader]

𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝?; one shot ⤜ f, s (c)

✧࿐ Curtis has always been your hero, and after a horror movie marathon, it’s no surprise you seek comfort in his bed. [Stepbrother!Curtis Everett x innocent!reader. Stepcest, somnophilia, corruption/ruined kink]

𝐖𝐈𝐏𝐬: [ faves | others ]

see each tag for asks/drabbles/blurbs.

bad boy stepbro!curtis

boyfriend!curtis and boyfriend’s stepdad!ari

bratty stepsis!reader x stepbro!ari 

cam!stepbro!ari

dark mafia!stepbro!ari

golden boy!frat boy!stepbro!steve rogers

nerd stepbro!jake jensen

stepbro!andy x party girl!reader

stepbro!bryce langley

stepbro!ransom x camgirl!reader

stepdad!bucky

stoner stepbro!ari

𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐬/𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬: not tagged as wips.

smut = *

stepdad!Lloyd Hansen got with your family for business but wants to knock you up*

christmas with stepdad!Ari Levinson*

boyfriend’s stepdad!Lloyd Hansen (ft. boyfriend!Ransom Drysdale)*

#my masterlist #onsunnyside #if you don’t like this stuff don’t read it #tw stepcest #into the stepcest verse #stepbrother ari levinson #stepbrother jake jensen #stepbrother andy barber #stepbrother steve rogers #stepbrother curtis everett #stepdad ari levinson #stepbrother ransom drysdale #Ari Levinson #steve rogers #Curtis Everett #andy barber #Jake jensen #Lloyd Hansen #ransom drysdale #ari levinson fanfiction #steve rogers x reader #curtis everett x reader #curtis everett fanfiction #Chris evans #chris evans fanfiction #Chris evans characters #Chris evans x reader

[disasterofastory]

Captain (Steve Rogers x Reader)

Captain Steve Rogers x camgirl!Reader Warnings: mutual masturbation

Summary: Steve wants to try out new things. You are the new thing.

A/N: The fourth day of kinktober with Steve Rogers.

With an impatient huff, you reach out to the lamp behind your laptop to adjust it one more time. Tilting it lower, your attention turns to the bright screen where you can see yourself. The camera is unfocused and blurry, and it needs some time to get clear after you fall back on your bed. The sheets are already wrinkled under you, and the soft pillows are long forgotten in the dim background. Warm lights cover your body and your red lingerie. The color is vivid and bright. The bra pushes up your tits, showing off your cleavage. The thin lace barely hides your nipples. Soft strips highlight the curve of your hips, ending in a ribbon on the sides of your panties. Your garter belt is on the floor somewhere, not needing it this time, but the matching high heels your wear shine in the light. Its straps curl around your calves.

Pushing yourself to the center of the bed, you lean closer to the laptop. Your hair is in soft curls, and your glittery makeup glints as you move.

"Oh," you gasp as you disappear from the screen when somebody calls you. The screen flashes with a new name in the middle.

Grant

"Okay, Grant," you whisper as you click on the green button. "Show me yourself."

The computers need a few seconds to find each other, but when they do, your breath gets stuck in your throat. A new window appears on the screen, pushing you to the corner.

"Oh," you breathe out, shocked.

You immediately recognize the man on the other side of the camera. He is as handsome as in the news, with blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and a hard, chiseled jaw.

"Mr… Sir… America," you croak out, immediately feeling embarrassed because of your reaction.

An understanding smile pulls on his pink lips as he looks at you under his long lashes. "I hope it will stay between us."

"Of course," you reply without a second thought. "Your naughty secret is safe with me," you smirk, hoping you can melt the tension between you two.

You are always extra careful to keep your client's sessions with you a secret, and it doesn't change even when your new partner on the other side of the video call is Captain America.

"So," you speak up again. "What should I call you?"

A light plush appears in his cheeks, and it looks damn good on him. Giddiness bubbles up in your chest with excitement and anticipation.

"Don't forget that I'm here to help you with your fantasies," you remind him with a kind smile on your face. "And whatever you say stays between us."

You know the drill by now. People tend to be shy and embarrassed at the beginning, and it's your job to make them relaxed and safe. You can't imagine how strange it may be for the hero, but it's okay. You can lead him if that's what he wants.

He clears his throat, straightening himself in front of the camera. The simple navy blue t-shirt stretches on his broad chest. The fabric barely hides the curve of his hard muscled.

"Captain," he says. "I want you to call me Captain."

Pulling your legs under you, you kneel on the bed as you lean closer to the laptop. Your cleavage is on the screen, and a sultry smirk forms on your paint-covered lips.

"As you wish, Captain," you hum slowly. "I'm here to do what you want."

"Good," he croaks. You can see his eyes wandering down on the screen from your face to your breasts.

"Do you like my outfit?" You ask him teasingly. Your hands adjust the straps on your hips, slipping up on your sides until you reach the underside of your tits. You push them up a bit more, letting him see your hard nipples through the lace. 

"You are beautiful." It's honest and innocent.

"Thank you, Captain," you reply. "I have matching high heels too, see?"

A low groan can be heard in your room as you turn around. You look back to the computer over your shoulders. The lace barely covers your bottom as you push it out some more. You are not even sure he can see your high heels, but none of you care about it. Steve is too busy staring at your ass.

"Do you like it?" You smirk, wiggling.

"Pretty," he exhales. "You are really pretty…"

"Call me whatever you want," you turn back. "I can be anything you want."

"Doll," he decides. Doll. Nobody called you a doll before.

"Do you want to see something else, Captain?"

He opens his mouth, wanting to answer, but no words leave his lips. A part of him wants you to stay the way you are. You are beautiful. The red highlights your skin and every curve of your body. The other part of him wants to see more. He wants to see your breasts and the wet heat between your legs.

"Maybe I should take off my bra?" You ask him. You pull the strings down on your shoulders, letting the cup slip lower. "What do you say, Captain?"

Soon, your neatly picked lingerie set is on the floor, forgotten. You kneel in the middle of your bed, showing off your bare body to Captain America. You can almost feel his intense gaze roaming over your heated skin even through the camera. Steve's deep voice rumbles in the room, mixing with your loud breathing.

"Taste yourself," he orders.

"Captain," you whine, not wanting to stop riding your fingers just because he says. Your thighs shake with your every move, and your hand is soaked because of your wet heat.

Steve can see it glistening, and his voice hardens. "Taste yourself, doll," he repeats himself. "Show me how wet you are."

Seeing your sour expression, he wants to smirk, but your fingers stole his attention before he could say anything else. You show him your manicured fingers, shining under the warm light, before you lean closer to the camera, giving him a great view of your breasts and the way you lick up your juices to suck them in. The red paint is faded on your lips from biting and licking them so much, but it still highlights their curve and softness.

The man's hand tightens on his erection. He doesn't even remember when he got rid of his shirt to push himself away from his desk so you can see him playing with his hard shaft.

"Good girl," he sighs, staring at your tongue peaking out. "You are such a good girl for me."

"Yes." Your answer is airy with a bit of impatience. "I'm your good girl, Captain."

He smirks. "What do you want, doll?"

"Let me cum," you reply immediately. Your voice is tight and whiney. "I want to cum so bad."

"Is that right?"

"Please, Captain." Your other hand tightens on your breast as you wait for his permission. Your clit throbs with anticipation and you are afraid the fire in your blood will burn you up before the Avenger could answer.

"Do it, doll," he says. "Make that warm cunt cum for me."

He doesn't have to tell you twice. Your middle finger is on your aching clit again, drawing circles on the sensitive bud before you slip through your folds to your wet hole. Your back arches as you fill yourself as much as you can. Your eyes close for a second, enjoying the sensation while the blonde man on the other side of the screen continues to jerk himself off. His muscles are tense, and he is ready to burst. The tip of his cock is swollen and red, and small drops of pre-cum glint on the soft skin.

"Are you close?" Steve asks. His head falls forward as his chest rapidly moves up and down while he continues to watch you through his lashes. "Can you do it, doll? Can you make yourself cum on those fingers?"

"Yes," you cry out. "I'm gonna… I'm gonna…"

"Cum," Steve orders. "Cum for me, doll."

And you do. The burning coil snaps in your lower belly, making you gush and tighten around yourself while your hair falls into your face. Pleasure shakes your body as you try to stay on your knees. Steve can see the jerk of your leg muscles as he cums too. White cum spreads on his hand and thigh. He drinks you in from the heels of your shoes to the top of your messy hair. Sweat shines on your smooth skin, your nipples are hard and swollen from playing with them and your hips still slightly dance as you pant and gasp for air.

By the time you look up at the bright screen, Steve adjusted himself on his seat, letting the camera focus on his face and flushed collarbone. There is still hunger in his eyes, but both of you know you have reached the end of your time together.

A lazy smile pulls on your lips as you let yourself fall on your bottom, not trying to hide your wetness between your legs.

"It was a pleasure, Captain," you exhale. Your lungs still burn from the long seconds you couldn't even breathe from the intensity of your orgasm.

"Will I see you again?" He asks. His mind is still dizzy, and his cock is still hard. Both of you know he will jerk off himself one more time after you end the call.

"You know where to find me."

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers smut #marvel smut #marvel imagine #avengers imagine #avengers smut #kinktober 2022

[sunshinebuckybarnes]

Happy August you beautiful souls ✨ another month, another rec list. Please make sure you give these gorgeous stories and writers the love they deserve. As always, you are responsible for your own media consumption. This blog along with the majority tagged are 18+ only and contain adult themes.

Stories marked with * are a series.

Ari Levinson ✨

Worthy of heaven by @maladaptivexxdaydreaming

Priest!Ari Levinson x Reader

Glimpse of you by @maladaptivexxdaydreaming

Beach Bar Owner!Ari Levison x curvy!Reader

Ransom Drysdale & Steve Rogers ✨

*Two bosses by @labella420

Mob!Ransom Drysdale x Female Reader, Mob!Steve Rogers x Female Reader

Bucky Barnes ✨

Take the shot by @sexyprise

College!Roommate!Bucky x f!Reader

*Heaven (won't) help you by @musingsinmoonlight

Dark prince!Bucky Barnes x female princess reader

*Worst idea ever by @firefly-in-darkness

Bucky Barnes x reader

*Wicked games by @summerofsnowflakes

Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader (Avengers)

Mafia Bucky by @angrythingstarlight

Mafia!Bucky x Reader

Six months by @metalbuckaroo

Mafia!Bucky x f!reader

You are my burning love on nights like these by @maladaptivexxdaydreaming

knight!Bucky Barnes x Princess!Fem!Reader

*For the best by @metalbuckaroo

Biker!Bucky x F!Reader

Sam Wilson ✨

Make me by @whiskeyncoke-redux

Sam Wilson x Reader

Rapture by @fluffyprettykitty

Sam Wilson x female reader

Destroyer!Chris ✨

*Boys in bed with books by @jobean12-blog

Destroyer!Chris x reader

Eddie Munson ✨

*Boys in bed with books by @jobean12-blog

Eddie Munson x reader

All the small things by @jobean12-blog

Eddie Munson x reader

Steve Rogers ✨

*His inheritance by @jtargaryen18

Mobster Steve Rogers x Mobster daughter reader

*Cap meets camgirl by @world-of-aus

Pornstar!Steve x Camgirl!Reader

It's like that by @demonpoxballad

Steve Rogers x fem!Reader

Steve Rogers & Bucky Barnes ✨

You love when I fall apart by @bonky-n-steeb

bucky barnes x steve rogers x maid! reader

#fic rec #july fic rec #ari levinson #ransom drysdale #steve rogers #bucky barnes #sam wilson #destroyer!chris #eddie munson

[orbitariums]

𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐦 | 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐝 | 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 (𝟏𝟕)

pt. 16

note: yall. it has been a fuckin minute. if ur still here i love u ! if ur new here, welcome ♡  missed this a lot. hope u love !

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word count: 4.8k

warning: age gap, smut (slight degradation, daddy kink)

𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐦 | 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧: 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐝 | 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬

     Two weeks later, you were still in New York. Your friends back home, who had all heard the news of course, joked that you’d be acting like an entirely different person when you got back to Cali, that the dirt and grime of New York must have finally rubbed off on you after staying there so long. And although it was a joke, you couldn’t help but think that they were right. Things were so different now, and not just on a superficial level. The chaos from two weeks ago had dwindled, but the fact of the matter was still true— everyone knew who you were, and who you were with. Steve had been brave enough to confirm the allegations, he loved you enough not to deny them for the benefit of his own public image. 

     Although it was messy, there were some pros to the situation. You had gained thousands of followers in what felt like the blink of an eye, and your clothing store was blowing up. You weren’t sure when you were coming back to California at this point, so you had set up base for the shop in Steve’s cozy apartment, where you were both still staying for the time being. You spent as much time as you could together— Steve was back on the job, his vacation was over, but whenever he had the means to, he was with you. He made sure you were safe, he reassured you that he would always be there, he made this situation seem not so hazardous. 

    You were even starting to go out again, though it meant being recognized every once in a while. You reasoned that it was worth the heads turning in public so long as you got to be with the man you loved, who you knew loved you. Things were starting to feel normal again, as irregular as they were— you still often thought, who were you, a regular girl entwined with the world’s biggest hero in one of the most publicized, controversial relationships of recent? But you were finally starting to settle back into routine. It felt like how it was before your secret was exposed, just the two of you basking in the light of each other’s presence. 

    One night, Steve came home from work to find you in the kitchen doing dishes. He chastised you playfully, told you he didn’t want you ever having to lift a finger so long as he was around. You argued that you should at least pick up some of the housecleaning if you were living here for nothing. 

    “Nothing?” Steve scoffed. “I get to see you everyday. That’s enough payment for me.”

    “I know, I know, I just feel guilty… the days when you aren’t here, you shouldn’t have to come home to a mess,” you whined, pouting.

    Steve reached for your hands and took them in his, his strong hands covering yours entirely. His grasp grounded you, made you feel at home.

    “Don’t worry about it, baby. Listen, I have something to tell you. And if you aren’t comfortable, you don’t have to, it’s absolutely up to you, but—”

    “What is it?” your brow furrowed, a flash of worry sprinting across your features.

    Steve smiled wistfully, caressing your cheek,

    “Nothing bad. It’s just, my team has been wondering about you ever since… well obviously since what happened. And now that I finally got it in their heads that you’re not going anywhere… that I’m not going anywhere… they want to meet you.”

    Your eyebrows traveled up your forehead involuntarily. You hadn’t even thought that they would want to meet you. In fact, some part of you secretly worried that they wanted absolutely nothing to do with you, although there was nothing in Steve’s demeanor that indicated that that was true. You just figured that they weren’t at all concerned with meeting a girl who had caused them so much trouble (even though Steve constantly reminded you that none of it was your fault). 

    Being with Steve was one thing. You had separated the stony-faced, heroic Captain America from the vivacious, loving man that you personally knew a while ago. But you still had to face the realities of the situation— in this case it meant you’d be meeting the rest of the Avengers. Logically thinking, as you always did, you knew that just like Steve, the Avengers were probably normal (as normal as they could be) when you got past their titles. 

    But if you said the idea wasn’t intimidating, you’d be lying. Would they judge you? Think you were trying to pull one off on Steve because of your age and your profession? Would they put you through some kind of test to prove yourself? Would meeting them normally be as daunting as facing off against them in battle? You couldn’t imagine Black Widow’s grimace softening into a smile when you told her your name. Then again, you had already met Bucky, and he loved you. But something about it all made your hands clam up.

    Steve’s superhuman senses must have picked up on the way your energy shifted, because he looked up at you with a curious quirk of his brow. 

    “You okay?” he asked, but he had an idea of what you were thinking.

You nodded timidly, swallowing,

    “Yeah. Yeah, it’s just… wow, I don’t know. It feels like despite everything that’s been going on we’ve been in our own little world for so long now. Talking to other people, but especially them, it’s just a lot.”

    You’d grown so used to the safe space that you and Steve had created. Even when your little bubble was disrupted, it was restored again and you felt safe and tucked in once again, like your relationship with Steve was a warm bed with a thick duvet. Something like this felt like the comforting shield that the duvet offered was being ripped off your bodies and you were being thrusted back into reality. You supposed you’d been disconnected for a while now, although it was in absolutely the best way possible. You liked being alone together, not worrying about how the outside world might trip you up again. 

    “I know, doll. And you absolutely don’t have to. But remember, you have no reason to be intimidated or nervous. They want to meet you. And it’s not because they want to grill you. I assure you that meeting them won’t make anything worse. It’d actually be pretty good. Maybe if you meet them, things might feel a little less strange. Less like a secret.”

You nodded. He was right. The reason you hadn’t met them was because you’d been keeping it a secret. Now that the cat was out of the bag, there was no reason not to meet them if things were going as well as Steve told them they were. Still, you knew that Steve’s main priorities in life were you and his team. You didn’t want to fuck anything up by involving yourself further than you already had. 

    “Yeah, I guess.”

    “And listen,” Steve squeezed your hands, making you look up at him. “You are so worthy. There is no reason to feel like you’re any less than them, or feel like they’ll look down on you. I know them, and they know that we’re together because you’re an amazing example of a human being. Don’t let all the fancy details scare you off. You know who you are. And you’re still my girl.” And just a few days later, you showed up at Stark Tower with Steve’s hand in yours, in a room full of faces you could name before you even exchanged introductions. You grasped Steve’s hand a little tighter as the attention in the room focused on you. The silence seemed to be screaming, and you stood there with bated breath before finally the silence was broken. 

    “So this is the famous YN?” 

    You looked over to see none other than The Falcon, standing there with his arms crossed and a toothy smile on his face. Encouraged by his welcoming demeanor, your eyes scanned over the rest of the faces, faces you’d been so familiar with your whole life, faces you never thought you’d be face to face with in a million years. And all of them were smiling at you, or at least they weren’t scowling. Even Black Widow was gazing upon you with friendly eyes. Your fears seemed to be melting away moment by moment.

    You laughed, shaking your head,

    “Hi. Nice to meet you. Everybody. I-I really can’t put into words how crazy all this is.”

    “Sorry I’m late, everybody,” came a voice from behind you. Both you and Steve turned around and you nearly froze, starstruck and in shock. If being Captain America’s girlfriend wasn’t enough, seeing Tony Stark surely was. 

You tried to hide the expression on your face, but you couldn’t help the wide smile that was pushing its way onto your features as Tony set eyes on you. He screwed up his eyes for a moment as if he were thinking, then nonchalantly said,

    “YN, right?”

    “That’s me,” you grinned, having to fight to keep from maniacally giggling. 

    Tony glanced around the room, taking in everyone’s expressions, and it was as if everyone was waiting for his reaction. It was a relief when his face relaxed and he smiled,

    “Thought so. What’s up with this crowd, can we get some music going?”

    And just like that, a flip switched. Tony called on FRIDAY, the AI assistant who you had the pleasure of “meeting” for the first time, to play some music. Black Widow, who insisted that you call her Natasha, or Nat, started making drinks at the bar for everybody, ignoring Bucky’s constant requests to spike the drinks with Russian liquor that would stall even the strongest of super humans. At some point, you wandered away from Steve, because that was how comfortable you felt. That was how you found yourself squished in between Sam and Dr. Banner, the fucking Hulk (who was, despite your expectations, quite sweet and very calm), who were both going on about some sports team or another.

    “YN, you think the Knicks have a chance at winning against the Celtics in the season opener? This bozo seems to think they do,” Sam leaned over you to say that directly in Dr. Banner’s face. You looked over at Dr. Banner, who rolled his eyes. 

    “Have you seen the way the Knicks have been performing recently? No way, no day,” Dr. Banner brushed him off easily. 

You laughed, unsure of where to look between the two icons sitting next to you,

    “Honestly? I’m just surprised you guys even have time to watch sports.”

    “I can barely keep up. Sam keeps me on my toes,” Dr. Banner nodded towards Sam, who was smirking victoriously. 

    “That’s right, and that’s also why I’m right.”

    “Please don’t scare the poor girl away with all your testosterone,” came Natasha’s raspy voice approaching the table in front of you, setting down a few drinks before she sat down next to Dr. Banner.

    “She likes it, right, YN?” Sam looked over at you expectantly, and before you could open your mouth to answer, Natasha shook her head,

    “Don’t answer that, he’ll never shut up if you say yes.”

You chuckled softly,

    “Noted.”

    Natasha leaned back, gazing over at you. You had to admit it made you slightly nervous— you could feel your heartbeat accelerating. You were already intimidated in a room full of literal superheroes, but something about Natasha was so cold and calculating, although she’d been nothing but sweet to you since the impromptu party had started. You just knew she probably knew everything that was on your mind at first glance, she was quick and cunning and you admired that about her, but it also scared you. 

    “So YN,” she began, and you nearly gulped.

    “Yeah?” you smiled nervously. She lifted up the corners of her mouth into a slight smile as if to reassure you that you were completely welcomed here, and that she would never subject you to what you knew would be the most intense questioning session of your life. 

    “How’s Steve been treating you?” she asked, her eyes warm and genuinely curious.

    You shifted in your seat, knowing that everybody on the couch was listening intently, wanting to know everything they could about your unusual relationship. You perked up just at the thought of him, smiling as you looked wistfully into the distance. 

    “I’m… in love with him,” was the first thing that came out of your mouth, and even though you had both said “I love you” quite some time ago, it still came as a shock to you to say it so openly, in front of the very people you had been hiding your relationship from at first. “We’re in love. He’s so good to me, always so kind, so considerate… he really is the way everyone says he is, you know? He’s a hero in more ways than one. He’s my hero, that’s for sure.”

Natasha, Sam and Dr. Banner all shared impressed glances. 

    “That’s sweet. Almost makes it gross,” Sam joked, making everyone laugh.  

    “In love, huh? I’m happy for you two. Seriously,” Natasha replied.

    “Thanks. You know, it was really nerve wracking to meet all of you guys. But, I don’t know, I feel so… at home,” you said, even though Stark Tower was the most advanced “home” you’d ever been in. It was the people who made it count, not just Steve, but his found family, who you were slowly beginning to consider your own family as well. 

    “Yeah, well, you fit right in,” Natasha chuckled. “By the way, I love your clothing brand. You make some really cool stuff. Hell, I couldn’t do that.”

    You nearly choked on the drink you were nursing, and your eyes just about bulged out of your head. Your brows raised to the top of your forehead and you gawked at Natasha,

    “You? You’ve seen my clothes? I mean, that’s fucking… incredible, I didn’t think— well, I guess I should’ve known you’d do your research, but holy shit. Knowing that you like my stuff? Sorry, I probably sound crazy.”

    “I actually bought something a while back. This pair of black leather pants, you know the one,” Natasha’s knowing smirk had you putting two and two together. 

You remembered it so vividly— making your first sale after you graduated. The customer’s name was Natalie, and she bought a pair of black leather pants. 

    But no, that was months ago. There was no way…

    “You were Natalie,” you said with certainty, almost breaking your neck to face her all the way. “You… Did you know about this the whole time?”

    “Found out pretty early on. Knew Steve would have to tell us sooner or later, so I figured I could get something cute in the meantime. So it all worked out, right?”

    You couldn’t help but cackle. Of course Black Widow knew. If Bucky knew, it only made sense. Something about that confession made this all feel so right, like it was meant to be, meant to end up the way it had. Of course Natasha Romanoff had figured it out before the rest of them. Following Natasha’s confession ensued a heated discussion between her and Sam, who was begging to know why Natasha didn’t tell him as well. 

    Eventually, you found your way back to Steve by the end of the night, when you were a little tipsy and finding it hard to keep your eyes open. You wanted to stay and party, but you had to face it— you just couldn’t hang like they could. Bucky joked that if Thor weren’t in Asgard right now, and he offered you even a sip of his liquor, you would’ve been out cold within the first twenty minutes. You were beside Steve now, and funnily enough, you had been separate for most of the night, because you’d been having so much fun talking to and getting to know the rest of the Avengers. You didn’t even feel like you had to call them that anymore, because they were your friends now, and they made that clear. Even Tony, with all his inappropriate jokes about you and Steve’s “experiences.” Steve had his arm wrapped around you, covering you like a protective blanket that you just wanted to snuggle into and get lost in. 

    “Okay, I think it’s time for us to get home,” Steve grinned warmly.

    “Thank you guys,” you added, your voice soft and so full of happiness. “For everything. I’ve had… such a wonderful time. You guys are fucking amazing.”

    “Hey, anytime,” Sam replied, which was echoed by everyone else. 

    “I’m glad you two are together,” said Tony. “Might come as a surprise, but… I actually like seeing Cap here happy. Makes the rest of our lives easier, that’s for sure.”

    “Gonna have to agree with Stark on that one,” smirked Natasha. “How’d you do it YN? He’s such a grump usually. When he’s with you it’s like he’s a toddler in a candy store.”

    “Alright, alright,” Steve shook his head playfully. “We’ve really gotta get going. See you guys next week.”

    You almost didn’t want to leave, relishing in everyone’s “goodbyes” and smiling at them just a moment longer before Steve walked you out. In the car ride home, you knocked out, and Steve had to carry you in, but you woke up the moment he gently put you down on the bed, and you wrapped your arms around his neck to keep him hovering over you. Your bleary, tired eyes were still glimmering, swimming with happiness from the night you’d just had. It was like nothing in the world could go wrong now. Everything had been ticked off the checklist. Life was bliss, and you didn’t have to hide a thing. It felt good. It felt right, natural. And you were the first person to point out what could go wrong… you couldn’t find a thing, not here or now.

    “I had so much fun,” you crooned, your voice quiet and soft in the dark of the bedroom.

    Steve smiled longingly at you, caressing your face with his hand.

    “Me too. I’m so proud of you.”

    “Really?” you asked, your voice full of hope. 

    “Really. You were amazing, just as I expected. They really like you, doll.”

You batted your eyelashes, smirking slightly,

    “I like you… I love you.”

    “I love you,” Steve answered. 

When he said it, it felt as simple as fitting one puzzle piece with another. It made sense.

    You gave him that look, that look that he knew meant you wanted a kiss, but didn’t want to reach up. So he leaned even further in and pressed his lips against yours, softly and delicately first, until you pushed his lips open with your tongue, sighing into his mouth. He obliged immediately, and you realized he wanted it perhaps more than you did, but he wasn’t quite sure how to start it. 

    You felt something different in the way he kissed you, a passion you hadn’t felt before. And you and Steve had always had passion. But this time, it felt like something deeper, you knew how much he wanted you just from one kiss. It became clear that he was taking control, kissing you deeper and getting fully onto the bed so he could grind his hips into you. You felt pinned down under him, and you loved it. You whimpered loudly, wrapping your arms around his neck. He kept kissing you. This was probably the longest he’d had his lips on yours. You could feel the heat between your bodies and the way your soft lips grew wetter and wetter against each other’s.

    “Fuck,” Steve breathed raucously when he finally pulled back, his face more determined than you’d ever seen it. He looked like such a man above you, he seemed so domineering and in love all at once. “So proud of you, doll.”

    “Proud of me?” you repeated, looking into his eyes imploringly, like you were begging, giving him that look you knew he’d go crazy over. 

And it did just that— he rolled his eyes back in his head and leaned back in, kissing your neck and biting down gently, but enough to make you gasp at the unexpected pain twinged with pleasure. He shifted up to your ear, kissing your earlobe and making you shudder. 

    “Let me eat that pussy,” he whispered, and your mouth nearly dropped, your eyes widening. Where was all this coming from? He was typically a gentleman, even when he was fucking you like a ragdoll. 

The shock only turned you on even more, and you gasped out,

         “Please—”

    “Please, what?”

    “Fuck, please daddy,” you moaned, jutting your hips against his so he knew how much you wanted it. 

    “Good girl,” he obliged, shifting down until his head was level with your core. He wasted no time taking off the skirt you wore, sliding your panties down. “Wearing a fucking skirt. You knew this would happen, didn’t you?”

You moaned in response, your hand flying to the top of his head to run your hand through his hair. 

    “Please, baby, I need you,” you practically begged, and once again your wish was his command. 

He ran a finger up your slit where wetness had pooled in such a short time, and put his finger to his lips,

    “So wet already, such a slut for me.”

You moaned again, clenching around nothing. You didn’t know what had gotten into Steve tonight, but whatever it was, you didn’t want it to end, and you pulled his hair tighter.

    “Yes, daddy, please just— fuck!” you were interrupted by Steve pushing a finger into you, stretching you out as he attached his lips to your clit, sucking and applying just the right amount of pressure. The bliss you felt when he finally gave in to you was indescribable. A pleased smile took over your features, and you felt yourself relaxing into his touch. You let him take over completely, his tongue exploring your pussy deftly, expertly. He knew all the signs your body was making, giving you every touch you needed with ease. His fingers swiveled in and out of you, slick and soaked in your cum, often replaced with his tongue which he would thrust inside of you and sucked on your folds while his thumb would circle your clit.  

    You found yourself cumming on his tongue and his fingers more times than you could count, and every time he would praise you, and tell you “one more, give me one more.”

    And every time, you delivered. When he decided you’d had enough, he came back up to face level with you, kissing your lips and letting you drink in the taste of yourself on his mouth. 

    “Think you can handle taking me tonight too, doll?”

    Your pussy throbbed just at the thought. You nodded frantically, like if you didn’t make yourself perfectly clear, he might deny you— although you knew he never would, that was just how under his spell you were. He was a whole new person tonight, triggered by what, you still weren’t sure. But when he thrust into you, slowly but surely, it became more clear.

    “So fucking proud of you,” he huffed, looking down at what he was doing, then back up at you, cupping your face with a heavy hand. “You hear me?”

You nodded, at a loss for words because of how excruciatingly good you felt. 

    “Y-yes,” you were able to muster out, only after swallowing hard.

    “You feel so fucking good,” Steve breathed out, his chest trembling with pleasure. He had to close his eyes to focus entirely on how good you felt around him, how easily you took him in, enveloping him in love and something else. You sighed in bliss, arching your back and rolling your head back in pure ecstasy. Steve opened his eyes again, his eyes boring into yours so lovingly.

    “Always so good to me. So good to everyone. You take care of me,” you could feel him pushing deeper and harder into you with each sentence, with every praise. “Such a beautiful girl,” Steve was nearly shuddering now, clearly close, caressing your cheek with his hand. His strokes were long, languid and deep, he was reaching depths inside of you that you didn’t even know existed. You were almost overwhelmed, teary eyed from the pleasure and the praise. “You did so fucking good. Did so fucking good.”

    Even with how domineering Steve was being, you could tell this was different from the other times. You weren’t just having sex. The look in your eyes, the look in his, as you both gazed into each other’s souls, said something deeper. No, this was more like making love. A switch had turned on inside Steve that night, from seeing how well you handled yourself with his team, from seeing how good the two of you fit in with them. He was beyond proud of you. He knew you were the one. All the signs were pointing towards it, and he had never been more sure of anything in his life. Most of the time, he didn’t have the ease, the privilege, of being sure about something. But he was sure about you. It showed in the way he was fucking you now.  

    Your breathing was even in sync. You were both rapidly approaching orgasm, and Steve was talking you through it. 

    “There you go, I know you can come for me,” Steve encouraged you, slowing his thrusts just the way he knew you liked, swiveling his hips inside you. “I know you can come for me again, tell me you can.”

    “Yes, yes, baby, I can come for you again. Make me come again,” you demanded, pulling him in closer by wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him in, still maintaining intense eye contact with him. 

    “You can be a good girl and come all over my dick?” he questioned, as if he didn’t believe you, and needed you to prove it. 

    “Yes! Fuck yes, I can be a good girl for you,” you practically screamed as you released around him, your orgasm shattering your world. You clawed at his back and kicked your feet up and down as you squeezed your legs around his waist, trapping him in. You continued to blabber incoherently, telling him you were coming, telling him how much you loved him. 

    “I love you so much, baby, you don’t even know,” Steve would say back, fucking into you harder as he approached his release. He grunted loudly, groaning your name, and came inside of you. 

Heavy breaths and sweating ensued for the next few minutes until Steve fully pulled out, flopping over onto his side next to you, both of you on your backs looking up at the ceiling. Once the initial haze had passed, Steve got out of bed and scooped you up. You were this close to falling asleep, and whined when he picked you up. 

He chuckled, his deep voice making you want to melt into his arms,

    “You have to shower, doll.”

    “I wanna sleep. I wanna cuddle with you, instead,” you pouted, frowning dramatically at him. 

He shook his head, 

         “I gotta take care of you properly, sweets. Then we can cuddle as much as you’d like.”

    “You made me cum like six times,” you groaned. “Isn’t that care enough?”

    “You’ll thank me in the morning,” Steve chuckled, shaking his head. He turned on the shower and let you step in, joining you. 

The cold water rushing down your body seemed to wake you up, and you realized Steve was right. You were glad he was taking care of you after the fact. He was lathering soap in his hands and getting ready to rub you down with it when you asked,

    “What was that?”

Steve cocked his head, and you explained yourself further, 

    “Sorry, I mean… what we just did, it— you were so…”

    “Was it too much?” Steve’s eyes widened with worry, and you pouted thinking of how much you adored the extremely caring man in front of you. 

   “No, baby. I liked it. Like, a lot. I just… I don’t know, you’ve never been like that before.”

Steve shrugged, but you could see him blushing. 

   “I just… it just felt so right. Seeing you with them. I was just thinking of how I was so scared before and… and now everything is so good. Everything is as it should be.”

   “And that turns you on?” you asked jokingly, raising an eyebrow.

   He laughed, shaking his head,

   “I guess you could say that.”

   “I feel the same way, Stevie,” you reached up to kiss him, smiling when you pulled away. “I’m so happy I’m here with you.”

   “I want this for as long as I can have it.”

   “I love you. Really,” you sniffled, trying to keep the tears from falling out of your eyes.

   “I love you, too.”

NOTE: AHHH I HOPE YA,LL LOVED I HOPE I DELIVERED MWAH

#girls on film #steve rogers #steve rogers smut #smut #fanfic #marvel #marvel smut #marvel fanfic #marvel fanfiction #fanfiction #steve rogers x yn #steve rogers fanfic #steve rogers fic #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x camgirl! reader #black reader

[inklore]

wip ask game!

thank you babes @aphrogeneias @fluffyprettykitty and @ambrosiase for tagging me in this <3

rules — list all your wip titles; meaning even the ones that are vague or nonsensical. tag as many people as there are wips.

i only included the ones i have been actively working on and excited for / ones that have been sitting in my drafts for too long now.

— her interlude (band!yelena belova au)

— is there someone else? (tobey!peter x reader x tasm!peter)

— fade into you (roommate!steve rogers au)

— i confess (tasm!peter parker)

— love, with an audience (bestfriend!bucky x camgirl!reader)

— give me light (so i can read your heart) (professor!andy barber x student!reader)

— wild horses (cowboy!bodyguard!steve rogers au)

— beautiful stranger (neighbor!bucky x plussize!reader)

no pressure tags: @holyvictim @wint3r-h3art @waspswidows @aniqua @achaoticeternal @siempre-bucky @simplystevies @cityofstqrs

#if you’ve already been tagged i apologize!! #tagged !

[world-of-aus]

Drabble;

Personal Assistant; Hot For Boss.

One Shot;

Good Girl; (Steve Roger's x reader) he liked when you were a good girl.

Mini Series;

Strictly Confidential; Publicist managing Barnes CO. by day, Camgirl by night, no way the two worlds could get mixed, right?

The One That I Want; “They stood there pretending to just be friends when all the while everyone in the room could plainly see that they were only existing for one another.”

#ceo!bucky #ceo!bucky barnes x reader #ceo!bucky x reader #ceo!bucky masterlist #smut #angst #fluff

[cassieb1617]

CHAOS MAGIC🦢

NAVIGATION || MASTERLIST

KEY: f {fluff}, s {smut}, a {angst}, h/c {hurt/comfort}

STEVE ROGERS

Voice like honey and a sweet smile f, very slight a 

Steve Rogers fell in love with your smile.

Closure f, slight s (18+)

You needed Steve and when he was finally home, he gave you what you need.

Beach visits f 

Steve realised just how glad he is to have you.

Teasing and hate s (18+)

Steve hated you and you hated him but a little party was proving the both of you wrong.

Call of duty f

You love battlefield, but you love Steve more.

BUCKY BARNES

Late night dance f, a 

Bucky had a nightmare and called you but things ended different than expected.

SAM WILSON 

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PIETRO MAXIMOFF

Listen to the sound of your voice f

Pietro found himself enjoying your voice the most, especially on Valentine‘s Day.

NATASHA ROMANOFF

Closet f

Natasha comes out of the closet, though not in the way people usually would.

WANDA MAXIMOFF

First things first f 

Wanda wants Pietro to meet you officially as her girlfriend even though she knew you because of him. Pietro is unimpressed. 

MISC.

Cam is ready in 1… 2… 3, go! s (18+)

The newest addition to the Avengers had a small secret - when home, she was streaming at night. She was more skilled in hacking and IT so she was excluded from field missions while she helped them. But the Avengers had a secret too; they watched her.

Avengers x camgirl!reader

#marvel #mcu #steve rogers x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #bucky barnes x reader #marvel cinematic universe #sam wilson smut #pietro maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #avengers x reader #cassie’s masterlist #masterlist

[syntheticavenger]

Hey! Random question buuuut do you (or your followers maybe?) have any fic rec on camboy!any Chris Evans characters x reader (I.e. camboy!steve Rogers etc.) or vice versa with camgirl!reader fics? Dunno why I’ve been into reading that type of trope but hey I am lol

The last one I read was from @angrythingstarlight. Which I swore I reblogged and it isn't coming up in my searches but she has one!

[onsunnyside]

𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐅𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐀𝐔𝐬 & 𝐖𝐈𝐏𝐬

𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐲𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞: here are my current favourite aus & wips. this list will change as time goes on. yes, i know there’s a lot, i can’t help that I’m a slut !! here are the tags so each au can be located.

𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 — Do not plagiarize, copy, repost/republish, adapt or translate any of my works. My blog is 18+, so minors DNI. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel, etc.). All my works are fiction and may be dark or have triggering content: read all warnings before proceeding.

All unnamed/not tagged prompts: #sonnysprompts | ⭐️ = coming soon

𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐅𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐀𝐔𝐬: meet my always changing hyperfixations !! none of these are listed in other categories. 

70s camp counsellor!ari x brat!reader

70s sleazy rockstar!ari x groupie!reader

beefy best bros!ari & curtis

beefy friends with benefits/daddy with benefits!ari

best friend!Ari helps you make a baby ⭐️

bodyguard!ari x innocent crybaby!reader

bratty stepsis!reader x stepbro!ari ⭐️

cat daddy!ari | tiny house big love (small home neighbours)

cam daddy!Ari x shy nerdy gamer!reader ⭐️

Curtis x airhead!reader | Steve x airhead!reader | frat boys x airhead!reader | dilf!Ari x airhead!reader

dad’s best friend!Ari

dark baby daddy au

dark mafia!stepbro!ari

dirty cowboy daddy!ari (grumpy x sunshine)

fluffer!reader (pornstars!: Ari, Curtis, Steve, etc.)

golden boy!frat boy!stepbro!Steve Rogers

king of the north!curtis x princess!reader

kitten!reader (crossover)

mafia au ⭐️

Mary’s Song (by T.Swift inspo)

mean biker!steve

mean boyfriend!jensen

mean daddy!jensen x brat!reader

MMA fighter Ari | MMA fighter Curtis

nerd stepbro!jake jensen

nudist!ari

outlaw!Ari

pervy brother’s best friend!Ari x innocent!reader

robber!ari

shy boyfriend!steve | shy boyfriend!ari

sleazy motel daddy (with the besties @hansensgirl @celestianstars)

Stalkers: jake jensen | stalker nomad!steve | dark roommate jensen

stepbro!andy x party girl!reader

stepbro!ransom x camgirl!reader

thick daddy!ari

toxic boyfriend!ari

𝐎𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐖𝐈𝐏𝐬: the older ones. they’ll come some day, who knows when that is. 

Top Priority:

bear!/grizzly!Ari AU (not a shapeshifter, perhaps just vibes/bear hybrid-esque) ⭐️

dark mythology AU

ex fiancé!ari

sexshop owner!ari x florist!reader

sleazy rockstar!ari (soft dark)

true crime writer!reader, cop!/agent!Ari

2000s au/2000s!actors!Stucky

Adventurer AU

Chef!Ari

Colin Shea AU

circus AU (major crossover)

Cult AU

Doctor AU (“Lovesick,” doctors!stucky x clumsy!reader)

Soft Dark Chris Evans x actress reader (age gap) - IN PROGRESS

Teachers!Stucky AU (dumbass!reader)

Western!Steve AU

#onsunnyside #current wips

[sunshinebuckybarnes]

Here we are besties, we made it through March! As always please check individual warnings for each fic. You are responsible for your own media consumption. This blog, and the majority tagged, are 18+ only and most of these fics contain adult themes.

I am constantly blown away by the talent on this site, if I could give each of you a kiss I would 💕

*part of a series

Steve Rogers ✨

Shock and awe by @buckys-darling

Steve Rogers x Reader

Salvation by @wayward-blonde

dark!Steve Rogers x reader

*Champagne problems by @the-iceni-bitch

dilf!Steve Rogers x tattoo artist!fem reader

Sweet spot by @ltbarnes

Steve Rogers x fem!reader

Love can only hurt like this by @maladaptivexxdaydreaming

Steve Rogers x reader

Concentrated sunlight / in bloom by @whisperlullaby

Florist!Steve x Reader

Mafia dilf steve by @angrythingstarlight

Mafia Dilf Steve x Bratty Reader

*It's new, it's you by @barnesafterglow

dilf!steve rogers x teacher!reader

*His inheritance by @jtargaryen18

Mobster Steve Rogers x Mobster daughter reader

Ari Levinson ✨

Summer daze by @ambrosiase

ari levinson x fat/curvy!fem!reader

This is for us by @barnesafterglow

camboy!ari levinson x fem!reader

Drown in you by @angrythingstarlight

DBF!Ari x Reader

Ruin the friendship by @jamalflanagan

Best Friend!Ari Levinson x woc!reader

Andy Barber ✨

*Guilty by @beefybuckrrito

Alpha!Andy Barber x f!reader

He knows by @andysbubba

andy barber x reader

Curtis Everett ✨

*Out of darkness by @jtargaryen18

Curtis Everett x Reader

*Wilford's demands by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Curtis Everett x reader

Ransom Drysdale ✨

Slow by @labella420

Soft Ransom Drysdale x Fem Reader!

*Kisses by @holacia2

Ransom Drysdale x reader

Ari Levinson & destroyer!Chris ✨

Bait and switch by @sweeterthanthis

Mob!Ari Levinson x F!Reader x Bodyguard!Destroyer!Chris 

Sam Wilson & Steve Rogers & Bucky Barnes ✨

Make you feel good by @musingsinmoonlight

Sam Wilson/Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes x female reader

Behave by @late-to-the-party-81

Soft!dark! Steve, Bucky and Sam x Reader

Steve Rogers & Bucky Barnes ✨

Make it better by @dilemmaontwolegs

Steve Rogers x fem!reader x Bucky Barnes

*Time together by @tuiccim

Steve Rogers x Female Reader x Bucky Barnes

Nick Fowler ✨

Tied up in knits by @jobean12-blog

Nick Fowler x reader

Trust me by @navybrat817

Nick Fowler x female reader

Love is a bitch by @bemine-bucky

softdark!Nick Fowler x wife!reader

Bucky Barnes ✨

I never learned to read your mind by @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

Bucky Barnes x reader

*Appointments by @buckycuddlebuddy

tfatws!bucky barnes x reader

Vicious by @fluffyprettykitty

ex! bucky barnes x female reader

Never let me go... by @jamalflanagan

soft dark!Bucky x woc!reader

*Beefy biker Bucky by @angrythingstarlight

Beefy Biker Bucky x reader

*As I sleep by @sgt-seabass

TWS/CW!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Accidently on purpose by @jobean12-blog

Bucky Barnes x reader

You must have been a boxer by @indyluckycharlie

Modern!Bucky x Reader

*Ronly friends by @metalbuckaroo

Roommate!Bucky x Camgirl!Reader

Make you mine by @bonky-n-steeb

alpha! bucky barnes x omega! reader (soulmate au)

The moments he knew by @thefallenbibliophilequote

Bucky x Reader

Moonlight by @musingsinmoonlight

Bucky Barnes x female reader

*Wrapped around me by @angrythingstarlight

Beefy Biker Bucky x Reader

Let the feeling come take you by @buckycuddlebuddy

rockstar!bucky barnes x reader

Coffee by @buckys-darling

Bucky Barnes x Reader

If you'll have me by @thefallenbibliophilequote

Bucky x insecure!reader

We don't have to take our clothes off, to have a good time by @ambrosiase

bucky barnes x plus size fem!reader

Thor ✨

Thunderbolt city by @musingsinmoonlight

Thor Odinson x GN!Reader

Reflection by @musingsinmoonlight

Thor Odinson x female reader

Sam Wilson ✨

Choices by @aynanasstuff

Sam Wilson x reader

Jake Jensen ✨

Say when by @littlelioncub43

Soft dark!Jake Jensen x female!Reader

Joaquin Torres ✨

Wanna be yours by @xbuchananbarnes

Joaquin Torres x reader

Lee Bodecker ✨

Only you by @motioneverlasting

Lee Bodecker x Fem Sex Worker! Reader

#fic rec #march fic rec #steve rogers #ari levinson #andy barber #curtis everett #ransom drysdale #destroyer!chris #sam wilson #bucky barnes #nick fowler #thor #jake jensen #joaquin torres #lee bodecker

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𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐦 | 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 | 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 (𝟏𝟏)

notes: y’all !!! this is the smut you have been waiting forrrr, and then some! lemme know yalls thoughts!! luh u. adding tags later! ♡ 

playlist ( always updating! )

warnings: smut!, unprotected sex (but be safe! also miss yn will not be getting pregnant. it ain't that typa story), cuteness and rainy days <3, talk about diets

word count: 14.3k

𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐦 | 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧: 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 | 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬

     When you woke up, your legs were entangled with Steve's, your arms out in front of you and his arms draped over your stomach. He woke up a bit earlier than you had, but he stayed there, not wanting to disrupt you or leave you. It took you a moment to settle into the day, the blur before your eyes disappearing slowly. Then, Steve's touch against your body registered, and you sighed, sprawling out before him, absentmindedly pressing your backside into his crotch. Your eyes shot open when you felt the very obvious and abnormally large bulge prodding into you that Steve was trying to withhold.

     Normally you might have tried to initiate something, tried to tease him even more, but even though the sheer size of the bulge caused a twinge in your stomach, you snapped back to reality easily. Everything became very apparent: where you were, who you were with.

     "You up?" Steve asked, his morning voice quiet and warm with a side of gruff.

     "Mmm," you sighed, turning over to face him. You smiled, fondling his face gently with your fingers. "Yeah. Morning."

Steve returned the smile, almost becoming giddy like a child on Christmas at the touch of your hand on his face and the sound of your slightly raspy yet dulcet morning voice.

     "Did you sleep well?" Steve asked, and you chuckled, patting his cheek once,

     "You're a gentleman. And yes, I did," you leaned in to kiss his lips, sweet and soft.

      You did it casually, as if you always woke up next to each other in the morning, but in reality it was magical. The touch of your lips against his was still so foreign to him, like something he was trying to understand and savor the taste of. And despite all your confidence you still had to work up quite the nerve to kiss him like this.

Steve blinked slowly, taking a good look at you, gazing into your eyes before leaning up against his pillow,

      "Big day. There's not much to unpack, but we're gonna be leaving here and going to my place. We check out in about three hours. If there's anything you wanna do, just let me know. I'm gonna let you get ready."

     "Okay!" you grinned, and sprung out of bed.

You got ready quickly, not wanting to miss a second of your day with Steve.

     All he could do was watch you get ready from the slightly ajar bathroom door with a satisfied grin on his face - you were such a beacon of light and he loved to see that you genuinely enjoyed spending time with him. And you were so cute getting ready, bouncing around on your feet and blushing your face, leaning into the mirror to apply your makeup, which came out rosy and natural when you were done. You didn't often apply a lot of makeup in the mornings anyway, and good for Steve, who liked to be able to really see your face. Then again, in his eyes you were beautiful no matter how you decided to look.

     At some point Steve gave you your privacy, and you came out of the bathroom in your outfit for the day- a tie front white blouse with a lacy black bra that peaked out from underneath, and a pair of loose fitting jeans. And of course, your given accessories - pearl earrings, a small necklace, and a few spritzes of perfume. Steve, as always, was pleased with your appearance, staring with wide, appreciative eyes.

You lifted your arms up, only showing more of the bra you wore beneath, and your tummy, chuckling,

     "You like?"

     "I love. You always look amazing somehow," Steve grinned, getting up himself. He approached you and took your hands in his, giving them both a squeeze. "I'm gonna get ready, then we can do whatever you like until we have to leave."

You decided you wanted to share breakfast with Steve the same way you had shared dinner last night, only a bit more casually and not as elaborate. Steve was down with anything you wanted to do, and even though he tried to apologize because you couldn't necessarily go out for breakfast, you refused to let him. When you got the room service, you ate outside in the same chairs as last night, but you curled up into your chair, pulling your knees into your chest as you ate French toast, fresh fruit and scarfed down a good amount of mimosa.

     "So beautiful being so far up here," your eyes sparkled as you looked out along the New York skyline, above all the business down on the streets, only knowing blue skies twinged with orange, the sun settling in the sky.

Steve looked out at the sky where you were gazing, and squinted in admiration, smiling back softly at you,

     "New York can be beautiful, despite what they say."

You giggled, shaking your head,

     "Believe me, some of my friends would have choice words for me if they knew I was in New York. They still haven't gotten out of their whole: 'west coast is the best coast' mindset."

Steve just chuckled wearily, spouting some of his wisdom as he looked out at the sky,

     "I can't say I believe in any of the rivalry... but I'm Brooklyn born and raised. Can't take it out of me. Even after all this time."

Steve's wistful voice drew you in- you wanted to know more about him. For once, he wasn't just a history project, but he was a human. Everything you learned about him only opened your eyes further, and you were a sucker for learning new things.

     "What was it like?"

Steve turned to face you, nodding slowly,

      "It was... hard. Parents died when I was young, I didn't have many friends besides Bucky. And honestly, I'm not one to pity myself. I made it this far, I guess. And I loved Brooklyn growing up. I was sick as a dog half the time, but the other half of the time I was spending it around the greatest places in the city. And getting my ass beat 'cuz I didn't know when to shut up. Sure, the movie theater got torn down for some mall and the place Buck and I used to go for milkshakes doesn't exist anymore, but... I had that. In the city I loved, and still love."

       You hung on to every last word of Steve's. Everything he said just rang true even though your life experience was nothing like his own. You were gathering that Steve did have a hard life, just like the papers presented, but he made it work in his own fashion. It was what had got him this far: his drive, his belief in himself and others. And although modern life wasn't something he was used to, he was taking it day by day. And he didn't say this, but it was much easier adjusting with someone like you by his side. You were the young old soul Steve needed, and a breath of fresh air at the same time. It was a part of the reason you were so delicate to him, so special.

      "Must've been hard. It doesn't sound like pity to me. I think you just don't like talking about yourself," you grinned softly.

     "Huh," Steve laughed. "You're right. Never have."

A beat passed, then Steve spoke again.

    "You have something," he uttered gently, leaning forward hesitantly until you gave him the go with your reassuring eyes. "Just here."

His eyes were soft and trained as he leaned in across the table, dabbing at the corner of your lip with his finger at the powdered sugar that had landed there. The food on your oblivious face only made you even cuter. And while the action was nonchalant for him, it felt so intimate to you for him to reach out and touch you so gently, to do something so tiny for you. You couldn't help the way your smile grew as you watched him dust off his hand afterwards, leaning back into his own seat.

      "You're honestly so cute, Steve," you sipped at your mimosa, and he chuckled goofily, shaking his head and looking down at his plate.

      "I- I don't try to be-" he stammered.

     Steve was so bashful he could hardly form a competent sentence, but all you did was laugh it off, eyeing him from the rim of your mimosa glass. You had him, for sure. Who else could render a grown man, especially him, speechless?

     In the time that you woke up and finished breakfast, the hours had passed by and you and Steve were ready to leave. Packing up again wasn't a hassle as you had only spent the night there and Steve was there to help. You glanced out the window, squinting your eyes before you left the room. Clouds seemed to be settling in the sky, hiding the sun that you had been admiring so highly just a few minutes before. You didn't mind though, in fact it didn't take away from your love for the New York City skyline. Sure, you had cloudy days in SoCal, but you were used to sunshine. This was refreshing, almost. The gloom was comforting, the heavy clouds seemed to close in on you and hug you. It felt cozy.

You pointed it out to Steve as you left the room, your fingers mingling with his until you held his hand gently.

     "Looks like it's gonna rain," you commented.

Steve looked out the window by the elevator and sucked his teeth, frustrated,

     "Ahh, this conflicts with our plans. I was gonna try to get us out somehow, but we can't really do what I planned if it's going to rain."

     "Steve, it's okay," you smiled up at him genuinely, squeezing his hand and stepping into the elevator. "I'm sure whatever you had planned was great, but I'd love to spend the day inside with you in your apartment. If I'm gonna be there for the next two weeks I might as well get settled in, right?"

      "You really don't mind?" Steve asked, wanting to make sure you really were okay with it all, and you nodded.

     "Yeah. When I'm with you, I have fun. I don't mind what we do."

Steve gathered the nerve to reach down and kiss the top of your head, the simple, sweet gesture making your body fill up with excitement like a balloon. The smile on your face only got wider. You wanted to keep count of all the kisses you shared - four thus far. You wouldn't admit it, but this was the most whipped for a man you'd ever been.

     "You're sweet," he praised you, and this time you were the one getting bashful, looking down at your feet.

      You exited the elevator and headed into the same secluded back area as before. Steve put on quite the oblivious show, carrying both your heavy bags to the car, his muscles flexing unforgivably as he reached up and easily put them in the back of the car. Normally you would've offered help but you had no problem leaning against the back door, watching him work his magic. He grunted as he stored away the last of your luggage, and that set your whole body on fire. You doused it out quickly though, when he turned and faced you with an incognizant smile, looking exactly like a golden retriever puppy dog. Steve turned you on, but there was something undeniably adorable about him that made your relationship far more than just sexual.

     "You ready?" he asked, squinting slightly.

     You nodded, smiling softly. As per usual, Steve opened the door for you when you got into the front passenger seat of the car. You wanted to tell him he didn't have to, but you stayed silent, because something in you told you that there was a part of Steve that did it subconsciously, still used to tradition and the art of being a gentleman. When Steve got into the car next to you, you felt your chest swell with excitement knowing that you were on the way to his apartment, and that this was still only the beginning.

     "I'm excited!" you locked eyes with Steve, and that feeling came bubbling up inside of him, that feeling that he couldn't resist you and the bright smile of yours that matched your luminous heart.

He started driving and you looked out the window at the streets passing by, taking in all the morning glory of New York once again. Steve kept stealing glances at you, your head nearly pressed up against the window as you drove past buildings and people. Every once in a while, you'd point in amazement at a particularly expensive or tall building, or point out places you'd just die to visit. Steve noted all of it mentally, resolving to himself that he'd take you to these places somehow, even if you couldn't necessarily be together in the public eye.

     You played soft music in the car, making small talk and mindless conversation during the half hour drive from Brooklyn to Manhattan. It was just as you were pulling into the lot in the back of the apartment that it started to rain, and not just rain, it started to pour. You shrieked with excitement when you ran out of the car like a giddy child, leaving Steve no time to open the door for you. In the rain, you couldn't help but feel free, spreading your arms out like an eagle and yipping. Steve seemed disgruntled, not wanting you to get soaked or even sick from the cold downpour, but you didn't seem to mind.

      "YN, you're gonna get soaked!" Steve warned, opening the trunk and starting to bring both your bags out.

     "That's what she said," you trilled, and you knew you were being childish, but you reassured Steve that you were fine. "Steve, it hardly rains where I live. I need to have this."

Steve shook his head, but he laughed at the reminder that you were a sunshine girl at heart,

     "You're crazy."

     "Okay, okay! I'll help, and don't try to get me not to," you sauntered over to your luggage, dragging it behind you while Steve followed, chuckling to himself.

     You were both soaked, and by the time you got inside to Steve's floor, you had tracked rainwater inside his house. It dripped off the sleeves of your blouse, off your shoulders and hair. But you weren't worried about that right now. You were glad to be inside Steve's apartment, the place you'd be calling home for the next two weeks. His apartment was nothing like the luxury penthouse, but to you it was even better.

     It fit Steve's style, comfortable and homey, full of browns and neutrals with dark wooden floors, and almost rustic in feel. Looking at the apartment, you wouldn't have guessed that it belonged to the same man who put you in a private jet yesterday, but it was still nice and spacious. It gave Steve that human quality, and you could tell that was probably what he was looking for.

     Steve watched as you walked around the apartment, introducing yourself to the new surroundings, and closed the door behind him.

     "Welcome. Hope it's not too dull."

You turned, still soaking, water splashing on the floor as you did so,

     "Never too dull. I like it. It's real homey."

     "Good, because we'll be here for as long as you stay," Steve nodded, remembering again that you'd be here for two weeks, which honestly felt like a long time. He wanted to make sure every second was satisfying.

      "That's fine with me," you smiled. "But uhm, I should probably change. I don't wanna ruin your floors."

      "You won't ruin my floor. Fair though, I should change too. We're both soaked." A beat passed, then mindlessly Steve added, "I can give you one of my shirts."

You paused slightly, not because this was something you didn't want, but because it seemed so intimate to you to wear another guy's clothing. It meant that you would be wrapped in his scent in the form of an oversized t-shirt or whatever he planned to give you. He noticed the way your demeanor shifted and looked up, brows raised inquisitively,

     "Is that okay?"

A goofy smile spread out across your cheeks and you nodded slowly,

     "Yeah, perfect."

      You changed in Steve's bedroom while he changed in the living room, and you couldn't help but linger a bit, looking around at all his things and what was in his room. It was a simple bedroom, not much in it except his bed, dresser, night tables, and a bookshelf full of hefty books he probably hadn't gotten to reading yet. 

      On top of his bookshelf was a drawing pad, but you didn't dare look through it - you knew how personal something like that could be. There was also a photo album with no photos actually in it, but he had tucked a bunch of pictures into the first page of the photo album. You smiled to yourself - you knew he'd probably been meaning to stock the album but just hadn't gotten to it yet. You noted this as something you could help him do while you spent time together.

You heard Steve shuffling outside of the room, so you came out of his bedroom and walked into the living room where he seemed to be setting up, looking for something to do.

     "Hey," he looked over his shoulder at you, occupied with one of the shelves in the living room. He looked over again, making a double take, this time with his brows furrowed and his eyes intense. "Hey," he repeated with some intensity, pausing to take you all in.

      He hadn't thought much about giving you his clothes to wear but now that he saw you in them, it was like he got the wind knocked out of him. His clothes draped around you perfectly, dangling down your legs and leaving plenty of space. His hoodie practically hung to your knees, and underneath you were only wearing a pair of cotton gray booty shorts. And not to mention, you had ditched the bra, so he could see the outline of your breasts through the hoodie he gave you, nipples poking through. 

      He was trying not to be so juvenile about the fact that he could practically feel all of you through your clothes - his clothes - if he were to touch you, but man did you pull it off. Besides, you had obsessed over the smell of his hoodie when you put it on, you wanted to bury your face in it the rest of the day, but you settled for putting the hood over your head instead.

And anyway, you weren't immune from the thirsting. You too looked Steve up and down, dragging your eyes along his figure, which was especially apparent in the t-shirt he wore that seemed to cling onto his muscles just the right way. And who could forget the grey sweatpants that hung almost explicitly low on his hips.

You both were thinking the same thing: "You have no idea."

     You cocked your head to the side, your voice coming out quieter than you'd intended,

      "Hi."

      "Uh," Steve cleared his throat, turning back to the bookshelf. "Sit! I was thinking we could play board games, maybe some cards."

      "I'm down!" you sat with a grunt on the pillow that was by the end of Steve's long coffee table in front of his couch.

      "Cool, so I've got Scrabble, Sorry, Uno..."

      Steve went on with the choices and you eventually settled on Uno. Towards the beginning you said it was a game of luck, but when you won the first two rounds, you started to spout knowledge about strategy and how Uno was a game of supreme genius. It was all in good humor, but Steve was actually competitive like you. 

     You griped at him, warning that you didn't want him to let you win, and he actually laughed at you, replying: "Come on, doll, who do you think you're playing against? We aren't friends right now." Steve's competitiveness was quite fun to see up close and even a turn on. It was game on. You were five games of Uno and two and a half board games in when you yawned, and Steve's ears seemed to perk up as he looked at you.

      "Tired?" he asked, and your eyebrows came together, confused. You didn't even realize that you had yawned.

     "Mm-mm. Tired of beating you, maybe."

Steve snorted, shaking his head,

      "You're hilarious."

      "Right?" you teased, making a face like it was obvious.

       "I do think we should take a break though," Steve sat up and dusted his hands off on his pants, and you refrained from making another sore winner joke, following suit and getting up yourself. "I can make you some tea and we can maybe watch a movie."

      "Sounds good to me," you grinned, following him into the kitchen.

It was still raining outside, and the rain ran down the small window in the kitchen behind the sink. You stood at the window, folding your arms against the counter and placing your chin on top, gazing outside as the rain poured. It was a dreary but cozy day, and who better to spend it inside with than Steve, playing board games with him in his hoodie?

      After putting the kettle on, Steve glanced over at you, your arms perched on the counter, looking out at the rain falling before you. He smiled silently. You were so cute, and he loved catching you in wholesome moments like this, when you were all to yourself, like no one else was there. He got a good scope of what your life was like when you weren't together through Snapchat and everything else, but now you were under such specific circumstances. In particular, you were with him. But in this moment, he could have a real life glimpse of what you were like when you were truly alone.

     He went to go pass by you, and you stood up, turning on your feet to face him, trapping the two of you between the island counter behind Steve and the sink counter behind you. You were so close together, Steve hovering you while his eyes searched your face, before settling on your own eyes.

     "Hey," you grinned softly.

     "Hey," Steve replied, dimples showing when he smiled and you both leaned in, closing the little space between the two of you and letting your lips brush together and then flush, skin against skin.

      The bristle of Steve's growing beard tickled your chin as you pressed your body against his, this time purposefully grinding your waist into the growing bulge as you deepened the kiss. Your lips together were soft and moist, mouths sharing the same breath. The rain seemed to grow even louder then, pattering hard against the window behind you, the skies darkening ever so slowly. You tilted your head, then Steve turned his, your noses sweeping against one another as you tried to find the perfect placement, the perfect pace, settling on this slow, passionate embrace of your lips.

      Last night the kiss had been desperate, almost hot and feverish although slow. This time the sensation was as if you were accustomed to the feeling of your lips against each other's, learning the curvatures of the other's mouths. It was unhurried and sensual, needing more but not digging desperately. It was just apparent what you both wanted.

      And you were all too wrapped up in it, your breaths becoming heavier and filling in the silence outside of the sound of the rain pounding on the window. His hands gripped the small of your back tighter, pulling you in closer to him, while yours explored both sides of his face. Your touch sent the most pleasant churning sensation down into his stomach, making that bulge in his sweatpants even more apparent. A quiet, faint moan left your lips, the sound of it sending Steve into a frenzy. You could feel him gearing to press into you more, telling you without words what you both wanted, revving to kiss you harder, until the shrill whistle of the kettle resounded in the room.

Five times you'd kissed now.

     You both pulled away, alarmed, but Steve still kept his hands on your waist, his erection still poking furiously against you. Just the bulge tucked away in his pants knocked the wind out of you - you couldn't imagine what it would feel like inside you. But now all those hot and heavy feelings were slowly sloughing away as you returned to innocence, feeling sort of flustered at how quick you'd both been to try to veer this congregation of your lips into something more. 

      Since that morning, something had been in the air. Maybe it was the fact that you were inside all day and it was raining outside, so it made you feel like there was nothing better to do than have sex, but whatever it was, it was getting to the both of you. And soon there would only be one thing left to do.

You cleared your throat, your voice settled although your face was frazzled, and you could hear the smile in your voice,

     "You should get that."

Steve seemed to snap out of it at last, blinking fast as he peeled away from you, nodding strongly,

     "Right."

     You bit your lip and sat up on the kitchen sink while Steve prepared the tea. As much as you wanted to help and be close to him, you had to cool off first. You and Steve both knew what you wanted, and you knew if you let it happen, it would simply happen. But you each wanted to hold it out just a little while longer. It was just a question of how much longer that would actually be.

     It seemed that you had enough time to compose yourself while Steve made the tea, asking you faintly how many spoonfuls of sugar you liked and if you wanted milk or cream, and you replied with your preferences. Steve walked over, handing you your tea, and leaned against the island behind him while you swung your legs back and forth on the counter in front of him.

He reached out his mug,

     "A toast."

     "To rainy days," you decided.

     "To rainy days."

You sat in silence while you took the first sips of your tea, delightfully warm and settling in your stomach in just the right way.

     "How about... I order some pizza, and we watch a movie," Steve suggested.

     "Deal," you bit your lip, grinning at him and hopping down from the counter.

The pizza came once you finished your tea, and during that time you had both been sitting together on the couch watching junk TV, like those fake court shows that you found yourselves unusually invested in.

Steve set the pizza on the coffee table in front of the couch and opened up the box, and you leaned in to give it a whiff.

     “Okay. I have a... kinda stupid question," you said after a little while, while Steve put pizza slices on plates for the both of you.

     "There are no stupid questions here."

     "I know, but it's stupid anyway," you bit down, wringing your hands together a bit nervously - you didn't want to come off the wrong way.

     Steve noticed how your whole demeanor changed as you turned towards him, cross legged and wringing your hands together, and he couldn't help but chuckle, trying to calm you down,

     "What are you about to ask me, doll?"

     You laughed at how weird you realized you were behaving, and shook your head,

     "I was just wondering, you know. Do you ever, like... have to diet?"

Steve actually burst out laughing, and you couldn't help but giggle along. You knew you were silly to think that he would actually be upset with you asking him something like that. And as he was laughing, you really relished the sound of his laughter. He'd chuckled before here and there and it brought you little bursts of joy, but here he was giving you a genuine belly laugh, sonorous and fully amused. It was nice to see him loosen up a little bit. He finally regained his composure, but a hand was still on his belly as he shook his head.

     "I can't believe that was what you were asking me. I thought it was gonna be something difficult and soul searching the way you were acting," he teased you, but then he placed his hands over yours. "You know you can ask me anything, doll. I won't get offended."

      "Promise?"

      "You have my word. Besides, I don't think I could ever get mad at you. To answer your question though... I guess I have to regulate myself. But, you know, the serum... gosh, it sounds so weird to say that... it makes things a lot easier. I can't just pig out all the time though, and I still have to train. 'S not something I worry about too much, but it's not like I'm eating junk food that often anyway."

      "Oh," you nodded, actually intrigued to hear this information. You didn't want to treat him like a Captain America encyclopedia, but you, like thousands of others, had very curious questions about him. It was just your luck that you could actually ask him these things, the most reliable source there was. "That makes sense."

      "Uh huh," Steve passed you a plate, topped with the cheesiest pizza you'd ever seen - it was true, New Yorkers didn't play with their pizza. "You know you don't have to diet though, right? Not if you don't want to."

Your heart warmed at Steve's unwarranted kindness. Of course he would think you were wondering this for yourself, and the fact that he checked in just in case made you want to squeal.

     "You're so lovely," you couldn't help but reach over and stroke his cheek before letting your hand fall back in your own lap. "I know. I really just got curious, that's all."

     "It's real cute," Steve commented, laying back on the couch. "Now, what movie do you wanna watch?"

     "Hmm... well have you ever seen Harry Potter?" you asked, your voice going up a pitch as you got suddenly very excited, realizing that if things went as planned and Steve liked the Harry Potter movies, you could spend your two weeks binge watching and rewatching them on your inside days, and watching even more movies with him that he hadn't seen.

     "I haven't. It's been written down in my little book for so long," Steve said, not realizing he let the existence of this "little book" slip.

     "Little book?" you raised your eyebrows, and he turned his head to face you, smiling sheepishly.

     "It's a little lame, but I keep a bunch of pop culture stuff that people recommend to me in this little notebook. It's how I keep up with the times. God, I sound like an old man."

     Your heart soared at the knowledge of this notebook's purpose. You found it so endearing that Steve kept a record of the things people recommended to him, even if it was a little sad that he still felt like he had to adjust. You wanted to pour suggestions into this little notebook and treat it like a bucket list in the two weeks you had together, without adding too much pressure on him. One of the things on that bucket list would for sure be to watch the Harry Potter movies in their entirety.

     "No!" you nearly growled, your voice raising louder than you had expected, rushing closer to him and putting your hands on both his shoulders. Steve's eyes were wide as he watched you, not expecting this sudden surge in energy. "Not lame, Steve."

      You often restricted him from deprecating himself, always reminding him who he was as both a figure and as a human being, and he appreciated that. But this time around you seemed extremely ardent and sincere, adding some bass in your voice as you tried to get him to see.

     "Okay," Steve nodded slowly, still wide-eyed and a bit shocked.

You blinked hard.

     "Not lame." You realized you were being intense, and relaxed a bit, but Steve had no idea how happy the knowledge of that list made you just now, and you never wanted him to feel like it was silly or lame. It was just a reminder that he was in a world so strange and new to him, and he was making the effort to fit in. That was all that mattered for you. "I'm sorry, it's just... I really find that very sweet. Literally never stop doing that."

Steve grinned, patting your knee to reassure you,

      "I promise I won't stop."

      "Good... 'cuz if you do I'm just gonna make you a new list," you smirked, and you settled back down, Steve shaking his head playfully as he put on the first movie.

     Your eyes glowed with excitement as the opening began, the notorious fanfare twinkling in your ears, and you scooched in close to him, wanting to cuddle. He obliged and placed his broad arm over your shoulders, pulling a plush blanket over the both of you while you snuggled your cheek into his chest. You'd cuddled the night before but you hadn't had the chance to really take it in. 

      Now you were doing just that, and it felt so right being so close to Steve, being so laid up like this. It was romantic. It was what couples did. And although Steve's heart was beating, trying to make sure he was doing every little thing right, you settled in immediately, your head on his chest calming his pulsating heart.

      He was quite invested in the movie. In all honesty, he'd heard lots of good things about the Harry Potter series, but he never took the time, because he never had the time to watch them. He was glad you seemed adamant on getting him to watch the movies and catch up on all the references he missed out on. And watching the movies was entertaining. But even better than just watching the movies was getting to be around you. 

     You snuggled into Steve like you were just meant to be tucked under him, and you weren't afraid to get close to him, your head on his heart and your legs in between his. Steve kept peeking down at you, your eyes glued animatedly to the TV as Harry, Ron and Hermione explored the dark halls of Hogwarts Castle. You even quoted the characters at times. And honestly, your commentary was the best part of all.

     You spent four hours sitting through the first two movies, just huddled in together, away from the rain, the empty box of pizza sitting in front of you. You felt safe with each other in the dim lighting of Steve's living room, alone together in the most intimate of ways. And while it was wholesome, being so close and locked in together was sure to make those feelings from earlier spring up again. It was in the background of both of your minds, though you each worked so hard to keep the movie and the innocent touching at the forefront.

      Steve didn't want to initiate anything until he knew you were ready, because he didn't want it to feel rushed. The both of you knew that your relationship was built on this very sexual and physical basis, so you weren't exactly shying away from it. But there was a difference in doing it online and doing it in real life, and this was something you both understood without having to say it aloud. So you were each tentative, because you both wanted it, but you weren't sure when it should happen or how to say it explicitly.

     Being locked in like this the whole day, though, when it was so dark and rainy outside, definitely got you both in the mood quicker. Your desires were unspoken, but they drifted in the air when you were together, even during these innocuous, wholesome moments. It was why when you got up from the couch to get ready for bed, you had this one thing hounding your brain, fighting to come up to the forefront. You tried to tell yourself you were just being a horny 20 something, but god did you want him. In every sense of the word you wanted him, and it made you feel a lot better about wanting to get physical with him. There were actually strings attached, and you wouldn't have accepted that if it were anybody else. But with Steve you were glad the connection went beyond the physical.

     But that physical connection? You wanted to plug into it very soon.

     "I think I'm gonna take a shower," you said after you got up from the couch, stretching a bit.

     Steve's hoodie stretched up your legs, showing the tiny pair of shorts you were wearing underneath. You followed Steve's eyes as they raked up your thighs all the way to your face. Flustered, he replied,

     "Yeah, that's- that's fine. I'll uh, clean up, and we can go to bed."

     "That sounds great," you smiled warmly, again feeling that cozy surge in your tummy and heart that reminded you that you had Steve all to yourself, that you were doing these intimate things like sharing the bed and wearing his clothes, cuddling while watching movies on a rainy day.

     It all honestly felt like the beginning of a relationship, without all the pressures of a typical relationship. The uniqueness of your situation made a lot of things different, but that didn't always mean harder.

     You had made up your mind about the physical intimacy, though. It was why you snuck that lingerie set into the bathroom when you got ready for your shower.

     As you showered, you mulled over your mind how you would approach Steve. You didn't want to catch him entirely off guard or take him by surprise. Your confidence reassured you that you hadn't been reading the signs wrong, that this was something you both wanted. You still wanted to approach this the right way. And although you weren't exactly nervous, you hadn't had sex in a long time, hadn't felt the touch of someone else's hands on you more intimately for a while.

     But, neither had Steve. In fact, he was sitting in his bed outside the bathroom attached to his room, his jaw clenched as he stared at the space ahead of him waiting for you to come out, his mind returning to that heated moment you shared earlier. He was a bit embarrassed at the way he'd reacted so quickly, but amazed at how fast you turned him on without even really trying. And he knew that it was in both of your minds, and he was thinking of how and when he could bring it up to you respectfully. He was beginning to realize that these things were easier online.

     You took a good look at yourself in the mirror after you had changed into the set Steve bought you, and honestly, you were digging it. You figured you'd just approach him outright, let him think about it and make it clear what you wanted - what you both wanted. You had done so much together through a screen. You couldn't wait for that to become real much longer. Steve had even said it himself: "I can't wait to fuck you." That moment was emblazoned in your mind at this point.

     The set fit you perfectly. You had tried it on only once before, in front of the mirror in your apartment, admiring how it fit your body, taking hundreds of pictures but not sending them to anyone, not even Steve. He'd see it when he saw it, you had decided.

     But looking in the mirror now, you felt like you were on fire. Steve had picked this out himself, so you knew it would drive him crazy. The white color of the cut out lingerie bodysuit was translucent against your skin so tantalizingly, and the way the straps at the bottom hugged up your waist highlighted the shape of your hips so well. And even though it was cut out, it left just enough to the imagination. The pink satin robe over it was just an accent, left slightly open just for show.

You bit down on your lip, doing your final primp and polish before you took in a deep breath and walked out.

     "Steve," you said as you stood in front of the bathroom door, facing him in his bed.

      When Steve turned to face you, his entire face and body changed. He hadn't been expecting this at all, and what made it even better was that you were wearing the lingerie he bought for you. The thought of you being in something he bought you made some part of his brain light up, the part that discovered new likings. 

     And god, you looked gorgeous. Your body could be seen in just the right way in the piece, and he couldn't forget the way it just barely covered your breasts, and the flesh right between your thighs. But more than surprised, he was turned on. That was why he wasted no time like he usually might have by being bashful and googly eyed. He was all those things, but he wanted you the most out of all that.

     "Wow," Steve said, dragging his words out. He turned so he was sitting on the edge of the bed, his eyebrows raised as he looked you up and down, taking you all in.

You giggled, feeling Steve's eyes burning into you.

      You realized how long it had been since someone looked at you that way in person. Almost every night of the week, you had all eyes on you in your shows. But it just wasn't the same. There was never that special feeling. And with Steve, you knew his reactions were genuine.

       And the look in Steve's eyes, hungry in the needy sense and hungry in the commanding sense, nearly made your knees buckle. Just the thought of what was coming next seemed to have you throbbing. He seemed to have no problem making eye contact this time around, there was no sense that he was being shy.

     "You look... fucking amazing," Steve breathed out, letting out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding in.

And while you knew it was true, some part of you had you folding your hands together as if you were hoping he'd think that.

     "Yeah?" you asked, tilting your head and slowly shrugging off the robe, letting it drop to your waist.

Steve's breath got caught in his throat as you fully revealed the lingerie beneath, the robe pooling around your arms and waist. All he could do was nod before he found his voice again, gulping,

      "Yeah." He beckoned you to him, outstretching his arm. "Come here, doll."

      You inched towards him, unafraid despite how much the pounding in your chest may have indicated that you weren't. You understood your power, knew how to utilize your spectacular sexual prowess. You may have both been a little rough when it came to real life interactions, but your chemistry together was explosive. It would knock any awkwardness out of the park, or enhance it in a way that made the experience a lot less nerve wracking.

     You stood in front of him, looking down at him with lust in your hooded eyes as you took in all of him.

     "Take that off for me?" Steve's hand brushed against the robe. 

     His voice was low and teetering on the edge of desperate. You soaked in all that need, wasting no time with teasing like you usually might have, because you wanted this just as much as he did.

     You took it off, letting it fall to your feet on the floor. Removing the robe showed off your legs, smooth and elongated. He took in a sharp breath, his chest hurting from how badly he wanted you. He inched his hands forward, resting them on your waist and running his hands up and down the sheer fabric of the lingerie piece. The feeling of his hands on you was so different from the feeling before, because you knew exactly what was going to happen next, the realization burning in your stomach.

Steve took his time with you, his hands on you making it so hard for you to wait. He saw the way your eyes glimmered with desire and he grinned almost devilishly.

      "I know, puppy," he called you, and his hands lowered on your hips to settle you down onto his lap. Despite how wide his legs were, you straddled him with ease. He nudged his knee into your clothed center, pushing your legs even further and making you let out a loud huff. Steve let his fingers run along your cheeks as his eyes searched yours. "So goddamn beautiful."

     "Steve," you panted, and he leaned in, pressing his lips against yours and letting your lips meet in yet another kiss. Six times you'd kissed now, and you weren't counting all those cute pecks on the couch earlier.

     His lips sunk into yours with ease, both your mouths wet and hungry for kissing. Your bodies seemed to meld into each other's, neither of you very conscious of your movement, just knowing that you were getting closer and closer to each other. You could feel Steve breathing hard against your face, and the touch of his hands on your body felt like they were burning prints into your hot skin. You moaned into his mouth when his hands traveled down your back to cup your ass, almost tentatively, like he didn't know what to do with it.

     You wanted to encourage him to go for it, and you succeeded, because he squeezed the sensitive flesh, kneading it in his hands which were larger than life. You could feel his cock through his boxers, closer than you'd ever felt it before, and you couldn't help but whimper when you rolled your hips against his length, because the friction was so unbelievable.

      Steve's eyes nearly shot open when you rolled your clothed cunt against the erection still growing in his boxers, forgetting how apparent it was that he was hard, and forgetting that you would actually do something about it. Too many times he'd been left to handle things on his own. The fact that you were actually there to help him release all that tension got him going like nothing else. And he could feel the shape of you against his cock, feel your slick folds beneath what you wore like it was your bare flesh. He grunted in your mouth, eventually opening his eyes where they hung low, pulling away so your eyes met.

     "You do know what you're doing, right?" he asked, not as a warning or an expression of doubt but as a confirmation that you knew the things that you were making him feel.

You rolled your eyes playfully, your smile lazy and hazy eyed,

      "No, Steve, I'm grinding against your dick for no reason."

When you put it that way, it made Steve blush, returning to that bashful disposition for just a minute before he came back to the space he was in again.

     "I-"

     "Shh," you shushed him lightly, putting your finger over his lips, making him look up at you with almost innocent eyes. You shook your head gently. "Don't talk."

     You leaned in again, taking control of the situation as your fingers squeezed at tufts of his hair, pulling gently and summoning soft groans from his lips into yours, kissing him harder this time. Hard enough that you pushed him back onto the bed, him following under your lead, overwhelmed with the feeling of your body up against him, laying his entire body down.

     You kept on kissing, hot and heavy and full of touching, but it wasn't enough to satisfy the craving you both had, no matter how many times you brushed against Steve's cock, no matter how much Steve's hand creeped past your ass and his fingers brushed against your core, which was practically soaking through your lingerie. You pulled away from his lips with a pop sound, your face suddenly emerging from being buried in his as you straddled Steve’s lap, who was now shirtless and starting to get a bit hot.

      "Steve," you breathed heavily, trying to catch your breath. You needed to say it aloud. "I... wanna have sex with you. I just... I think we're both ready."

Steve knew that was what you wanted but he wasn't sure when either of you would actually advance things further. You watched him as he blinked, biting down on his lip.

     "You're- you're sure?"

     "I need it," you practically whined without meaning to, and fuck, Steve couldn't say no even if he wanted to - how could he when whining sounded so good coming from your lips, swollen and wet from kissing.

His eyes nearly glazed over at the sight of you on top of him, in that flimsy little piece, so frustrated and so needy, almost pouting. There was no way he could try to tempt you even more - he didn't have it in him to wait by teasing you.

     "You really can't wait? You need it that bad?" he drawled, not because he wanted to taunt you, but because he wanted to hear how badly you wanted him, the way you expressed it on camera.

You couldn't resist, not when he was running his thumb along your bare thighs the way that he was, looking up at you with a sort of unintentionally cocky smirk set on his lips.

     "I need you, Stevie," your face gave it all away, brows furrowed and your eyes full of desperation. You rolled your hips against him again like you were trying to prove it, nearly paralyzing yourself with the pleasure you felt just from the outline of his cock. Your legs shook and your jaw clenched. The sound of your pouty voice was almost agonizing. "You need me too."

Steve groaned at the repeated feeling, teeth grit as he decided to take matters into his own hands. You landed on your back neatly as he flipped you over with ease, now hovering over you. He was big and strong and his build was intimidating. He covered you completely and then some, and you quaked at how his body over yours almost cast a shadow. There was no innocence left in Steve's eyes, only burning desire and a need to control and be controlled. All that was running through his mind was thoughts of pleasuring you, making you cum around his tongue, his fingers, and his cock. Words couldn't express how much he wanted to bring you to that point and actually be able to touch you.

     "Fuck," he uttered out, his throat tight and constricted. "I need to get you out of this."

      A part of Steve wanted to rip it off, and another part of him wanted to keep some control of his senses and savor the way it looked on you. But he settled for burying his face in your neck, kissing you and leaving tiny little love bites to remind the both of you of this night. Steve's lips against your skin had you feeling so sensitive, the way he toyed at your neck and earlobe, making you shudder into his ears. Your hands flew to his back and gripped the tight muscle there, exploring the broad surface. The taste of your skin, that light sheen of sweat mixed with your natural taste had Steve aching for more - all he wanted was to bury his face in your pussy right now, then bury even more of him inside of you.

      He moved onto your chest, peeling the top part off with ease, reeling back to take a good look at you. You let out a sharp intake at the feeling of the flush of air against your tits, realizing how exposed you were to Steve, who seemed ultra focused on the curve of your breasts. You looked so beautiful, half naked, writhing underneath him, waiting for what was next. 

      He took one of your breasts into his mouth, kissing and suckling at your nipple and making you cry out for the first time, your eyes shutting closed at the feeling of his warm lips closing against the flesh. He carried on with this until your nipples were hard stiff in his mouth, reveling in the taste of you and the noises his mouth made against you, as well as all the pleasured breaths that left your mouth as your chest rose and fell.

     "So fucking beautiful, baby," he whispered kissing down the expanse of your tummy until he reached the happy trail.

      You wondered if he could feel the butterflies swarming in your stomach at the sound of his praise. You watched through blurred eyes as Steve's head ducked further down your stomach, reaching that v-line that was almost covered by the bottom half of your lingerie. You almost moaned when he peeled that off with his teeth, looking dead at you as he did so.

      "Steve, fuck, you swear you're not that experienced and then you do shit like this," you panted, though you couldn't stop your amusement from breaking through.

      He laughed quietly, but in his blue eyes there was more dominance than there was cheeriness. 

     "I do my research," was all he said, the assertive nature of it all sending those butterflies swarming again.

       He finally looked down at the bare flesh that was between your legs, a low groan escaping his throat as he did so. Your pussy was dripping wet and glistening, and though he'd seen it onscreen, absolutely nothing compared to the way it looked in real life. All he could think was that he was where he belonged, in between your legs. The sight of you made his cock twitch, precum practically leaking out of the tip and probably leaving a dark wet spot in his boxers.

You whimpered when you saw him looking at your pussy as it pulsed around nothing but air, needing him to say something, do something, anything. His eyes flashed up to you momentarily and he smiled slightly at the needy pout on your face, then back to your soaking pussy right in front of him. He couldn't say that he was all confident — he had a lot of things on his mind because he wanted to make sure his inexperience wouldn't hinder your pleasure. But some part of him also knew he'd make you scream.

     "Such a pretty pussy," he grumbled, and reached his fingers out, gathering slick from the very entrance of your slit and running it between your folds, eliciting a gasp from you as your toes curled from the unexpected sensation.

     "Fucking hell, Steve," you moaned, watching as he stuck his fingers in his mouth, tasting just the very beginnings of you and seeming to savor it.

He wished that he could lock away in his mind the noises he made come out of you, and keep on his tongue the taste of you. The sound of his name on your lips was so enticing.

      "That good?" he asked, genuinely wanting to make sure - he was still so sweet even with his head between your legs.

You ran your fingers through his hair, praising him like he was a good dog,

     "Mhm. So good."

     He tried and failed to hide the almost giddy grin that appeared on his face, then began to kiss and suck around your inner thighs, a relaxing touch that made your head loll and your eyes roll back in your head. Then that kissing at your thighs, those wet and chaste butterfly kisses became so much closer, his lips wrapping around your clit and giving it a soft kiss. He looked up at you for reassurance,

     "That okay?"

     "Fuck, yes, Steve," you cried out at that zinging sensation, desperate for him to really get going. "More."

     You pulled at his hair, which seemed to be a good indicator of what you wanted, and he smirked to himself, satisfied, and dove right in, not wasting anymore time.

The sound that came out of your mouth when Steve buried his face in your pussy, the tip of his tongue dragging along your entrance as he kept his lips suckling at your clit, was probably the most angelic thing Steve had ever heard. It had been so long since you'd been granted the simple luxury of getting your pussy eaten, and Steve was proving more and more by the minute that he was going to provide you with that luxury and more. The sounds you made egged him on, and he let that gentle prodding of his tongue become lapping, using his whole tongue against your wet entrance and lapping away, reveling in your bittersweet taste.

      You writhed around his head, your back already arching up off the bed. You were feeling everything - Steve's mouth at your throbbing clit, his wide tongue lapping fat stripes up your slit which was coated in your thick arousal, the bristles of his growing beard against your inner thighs, the feeling of his hands at your thighs, spreading your legs apart the perfect amount for him.

    "Oh," you moaned, and Steve moaned back, the vibrations of his moan running right up your core. "Mm, fuck, Stevie. Feels so fucking good."

     Steve breathed out heavily, his hot breath against your core adding to the many sensations you were feeling at the moment. With each movement Steve made, your hand tugging at his hair grew tighter, only revving him up further. He wanted to make every inch of your body quake with pleasure and know that he was the reason why, he wanted to drag out all the moans he could from you until you lost your voice.

     When he pulled his tongue and mouth away you whimpered, but he was right there making up for it, running his fingers along your clit in slow, tempting circles. He seemed to understand the way your pleasure operated right away, seemed to know exactly how to hold you over until you got to that point. And when he looked up, his beard and his lips glinting with your arousal, it was to your amazement that you remembered this wasn't just any old guy, but Captain America who was eating you out with such finesse. If that wasn't a sexual feat, you didn't know what was. Steve's eyes seemed feral with a glint of concentration, studying your face and the way your chest heaved up and down.

      "Feels nice, doesn't it, doll?" he asked, dragging his fingers up and down on your clit and teasing your slit, making your face flex in a needy frown.

    All you can do is let out a strangled moan as he keeps teasing with his fingers, running them along your pulsing slit until he dips the pad of one of his fingers in, feeling around until he slips it in entirely, earning a slight moan from you as his finger slides in. He savored the feeling of your walls, so warm and wet, hugging his finger, wanting to duplicate the feeling around his cock - but not yet. And fuck, just Steve's one finger is huge, more filling than your own fingers could be, reaching inside of you deeper than you could ever manage. You absolutely squealed when he dipped another finger inside, having to stretch you out a slight amount to even fit another finger. He raised his brows at the effort, realizing again how big every part of him was compared to you.

     Then he found a pace with his fingers, pushing them in and out slowly, gently, scissoring you open and stretching you out as much as his fingers could. You moaned as he fingered you properly, thrusting his fingers in deep and slow, in and out and curving upwards at the spongy bit of flesh inside of you that made you squirm each time he pressed his fingers against it. He studied your reactions, probing at that spot inside of you with just the right amount of pressure once he understood your body.

     "Yes," you mewl when he added his lips into the mix, lapping and sucking away at your clit, his own spit mingling with your arousal as the combination seemed to drip off his tongue and down his own chin.

He looked up at you, his eyes darker and lustier than you'd ever seen them, and you whimpered, combing your fingers through his hair in praise until he looked back down and closed his eyes, soft lashes pressing against his face.

     He continued with this, drawing all kinds of moans and groans from your sweating throat until he lost all technique, his tongue sloppily lapping against you while he started to fuck you with his fingers, still just as deep but growing faster now. He was messy with it, losing himself in the taste of you and the feeling of your throbbing heat, closing his eyes and just going to town on you. He was really getting into the groove of pleasuring you, disregarding technicality and neatness, which was the only request you had for him: to let go. His only focus was getting you to come undone, and when Steve made a plan, he stuck to it.

     "Oh, right there," the feeling of his tongue and his fingers against that spot had you spiraling in a good way — a sated moan bubbled up your throat, your hand gripping his hair hard, bringing a satisfying stinging sensation to his scalp.

Your orgasm came fast, your toes literally curling and your knees coming up, your feet sliding against the sheets. An open-mouthed, pleased moan escaped from your lips, white flashing behind your shut eyes as Steve drew the first orgasm of the night from you. And honestly, just the feeling of you coming on Steve's face was almost enough to make himself come, but he held back.

     "Oh!" you exclaimed, the only word that could escape your strained chest, trying to make sense of everything that Steve was bringing out of you.

Even as you were coming, Steve didn't stop, still lapping away at your juices and fucking his fingers in and out of you at an absurd speed, drawing out your pleasure as long as he could. But you were quite honestly winded, not sure how much more of this you could take.

      "S-Steve," you muttered, garnering the energy to stutter his name.

     "Mm?" he hummed, his lips still against your clit, the sensation making you come again. It seemed like it shouldn't have been possible for you to come twice in such a short amount of time, but Steve's fingers still buried inside of you begged to differ. He drew back right when that happened, his brows furrowed in amazement as he watched your arousal pool out from you, his head pounding at the squelching sound your pussy made when his fingers slid out of you. "Oh, sweetheart. You're so wet."

He looked up at you, and the combination of the look in his eyes and the crease in his brow would've seemed concerned if it weren't for the fact that he was just genuinely amazed and surprised that you came twice in such a short amount of time.

     "Mmph," you humphed, coming down and blinking, dazed.

     "You okay, doll?" he asked, laughing quietly.

You were still shaking, still in recovery, but at least you could speak now, loosening the grip on his hair and beckoning him towards you. He gladly hovered back over you, face to face with you yet again. He blushed at the amount of slick he could feel dripping all down your thighs and legs against his own legs when he hovered over you.

      "Come here," you cooed, awe shining in your eyes.

Steve leaned in and let you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him, sweet and slow, an appreciation kiss for what he'd done. You could taste all of you on just his lips. When he pulled away, he found your eyes boring deep into his, serious again.

      "I'm ready," you bit down on your lip, and your voice became quieter. "I need you inside me. Please?"

     "Oh, princess," Steve cupped your chin, and face, grazing his thumb along your lips. "You don't have to ask."

You held Steve's gaze, comprehending all the absolute adoration in his eyes, all of it held there for you.

      "So glad I got you here all to myself, doll," he murmured lovingly, vast hands stroking your face.

You smiled,

     "Me too."

He took in a deep breath as he stood on his knees between your legs, pulling down his boxers and letting his cock spring out. You'd seen it before, only once, and it was huge in person, veiny and throbbing, curved just the right way. The tip was leaking with his precum, the entire shaft engorged with a particular longing. You almost felt bad, you couldn't imagine how long it had been aching, because it was especially hard. 

     He noticed the bewildered look on your face. You were sort of prepping yourself with the knowledge that that was going inside of you. He couldn't help but wrap his hand around the shaft, stroking his cock slowly, only allowing that slight tug as a form of relief.

     "You got me," he grunted, holding back just for you.

     "Let me," you practically commanded, reaching forward to take him in your hands and feel him for yourself, biting down on your lip as you indulged in the feeling of your hands wrapped around him.

He took in a sharp intake of breath when you started slowly stroking up and down, but as much as he loved the feeling, he pushed your hand away at some point, shaking his head,

     "Later. Right now I need to be inside you."

     You couldn't stop the sinful grin that spread across your lips when he said that and dove back down, hovering over you yet again. His forehead brushed against yours as he positioned himself at your slit, just the feeling of his tip poking against you making you whimper loudly.

     "Shit," he hissed, teasing your folds in earnest now. He used his hands to guide himself, sliding the tip of his cock up and down between your folds, which were soaked in your arousal. This alone could make him come. "You're dripping, sweetheart."

You whined, bucking your hips up as you tried to get him inside of you for real, and he snapped out of it and realigned to your pleasure.

      "'S okay," he reassured you, and connected his lips to yours yet again, in that sweet, heart wrenching way because you only wanted one thing. "I got you," he promised, finally sliding the tip in.

Just at the feeling of the tip buried inside of your needy cunt, your eyes shot open and you looked up at Steve, who was doing everything in his power to take it slow. Your hand flung to his shoulder and you nodded, your voice faint and coming out in whispers like you were reaching for something,

      "More."

     He slid in even further, going past the tip. He wasn't even halfway in, and his shaft nearly filled you up, making you squeak out in pleasure. Meanwhile, a knot was nearly formed at Steve's temple as he focused on going further and not letting go regardless of how good you felt around him, tight and slowly being stretched out. He cherished the feeling of his cock going deeper inside of you, how wet and warm you felt, walls closing around him like your pussy was designed for him. It was more than sexual, it was euphoric, making his mind go blank as you wrapped around him so graciously.

     You on the other hand, were scrunching your eyes shut, overwhelmed with pleasure and need. You wanted him all inside of you, but you were adjusting to the feeling, his cock thick and long and filling you up without even being all the way inside of you. You were silent, besides the whimpers that left your quivering lips as he pushed deeper inside of you, slowly and with the steadiest hips he could manage.

     “You okay, doll?" he questioned, glancing up from where you were connected and at your face instead.

     "Mhm," you opened your eyes and nodded, though you were blinking away tears - the pleasure was insurmountable, twinged with a bit of pain as you tried to get used to his length.

     You were no virgin, but with how big Steve was, of course you needed the guidance. He seemed to understand that without having to communicate it, which made you want to joke about how cocky he was being without even realizing. But mainly, you were just appreciative.

     You kept your hand at his back for comfort, your nails lightly scratching the sweaty skin that felt like an expanse of new land to you.

     "Almost there, princess, I promise," Steve's voice was low and restrained, but he was trying to reassure you, stroking your jaw with his thumb and kissing gently at your neck, sending shivers down your spine at the sensation.

     He finally bottomed out, pushing all the way inside of you, and you cried out in ecstasy, your nails digging little half moons into his back. Your hands relished the feeling of the muscles in his back flexing as he made slow, tentative movements. You could feel yourself clenching around him, your walls stretched out to grow accustomed to him - not just his cock, but him. You had to adjust your whole body to him, this masterpiece of a man, and Steve felt the same way. You looked beautiful, a luster of sweat that could easily be mistaken for a natural glow painted on your body and face, your puckered nipples brushing against his own chest. His hips dug into your own as he buried himself inside of you, forcing your legs to spread out.

      He liked the way he had this sort of control over you, couldn't deny the fiendish delight he got from seeing you underneath him, so fucked out and almost delicate in that way, having to accommodate to his size. But larger than that sinful delight was the way his heart swelled at your beauty, and the fact that the thing he had longed for so greatly was finally catching up to him. The sound of your moans, whimpers, all those little pants you let out without realizing, he could finally hear in real life, in the safe haven of his own ears. 

      And being so close to you felt incredibly intimate - it didn't feel like he was hooking up with someone for a quick intake of pleasure, which was what he had sought you out for at the start of it all. It felt like he was with someone who he belonged with.

And he was inside of you. The sound of your strangled cries brought him back to real life. Not only was Steve big, his dick had the perfect curve, reaching depths and angles that no one had ever reached before - only your toys had this power, and it was still incomparable to him. He hadn't moved, he was just letting his body sink into you and become acclimated to the delirious feeling of being all the way inside of you, unforgivably deep, your weeping pussy throbbing around his length.

     "Fuck," he let out a throaty groan, his voice harsh and raspy. His mind had gone blank again, focused on only one thing. Your pussy was so tight, holding onto him like a perfect, firm handshake. He had to choke out his words, so enveloped in ecstasy. "That's... so-"

     "Mm, Steve," you blinked away tears, finally acclimated to the feeling of him all the way inside of you, needing him to move. "Move, please. I can take it."

     "You can take it?" he rasped out, looking down and directly into your eyes, finally moving his hips almost all the way out and then burying himself in again, feeling your wetness slide up and down his cock. "You like taking my cock?"

     "Yes, you know I do. It's so fucking good, Stevie," you moaned out, bucking your hips up as you yearned for him to create a rhythm, getting the air knocked out of you when he did the same thing, this time slamming back inside of you, his hips stuttering. "Oh fuck!"

You realized how loud you were being and your hand flew to your mouth without meaning to, but Steve was quick to remove it, shaking his head,

     "Be as loud as you need to, princess. Got the whole floor to myself."

You whined at the prospect, and from then on you held nothing back. Steve was fucking you now, settled on a slow, steady pace. He listened to every groan that left those pretty lips of yours, set on giving you your third orgasm of the night. And no one held out better than Steve. His endurance was impressive, you knew that. But you wanted to test him on something else.

     "That all you can do, Captain?" the title rolled off your tongue so sickly sweet, causing Steve to pause before he just glared at you and set off again, this time relentlessly, pounding into you hard and fast.

      You were caught off guard by the change in pace although it was what you were looking to pull out of him, and your mouth dropped open into an o-shape. This was nothing you could achieve on your own, and not even with anyone else. No, because Steve really was a supersoldier, showing off that speed you had been so in awe of even outside of the bedroom. 

     What made it even better was that he didn't seem to realize he was fucking you in an almost enhanced way, utilizing his powers in a way no one else could. His name seemed glued to your lips as you mewled out, nails scraping down his back like you were a cat and he was a scratching post.

     "Is that enough for you, doll?" Steve asked, his lips brushing against your ear as he buried his face in your neck, even bringing a thumb to your clit and rubbing hard circles that made you feel like you were seeing stars. You could only moan in response and he shook his head slowly. "I need a yes or no, darling. Or is it too much, hmm?"

Steve's dominating purr had you shivering, had your back arching up off the bed, feeling everything so intensely.

      "I-it's too much, but it's so - fucking good, oh my god," you blabbered, eyes rolling back in your head as your hands on his back explored the nape of his neck. You tugged at his hair in that way that seemed to signal that whatever he was doing, he had better keep doing it.

     He kept slamming into you, rough and hard yet somehow deep and loving at the same time, his hips snapping into yours. The bedroom was filled with the lewd sounds your wet pussy made each time he slammed into you, making Steve blush despite the circumstances. And even with the amount of pleasure you were in, all the dominance Steve had over you in the moment, you fucked him back. You'd never been one to just lay there during sex, or during anything. You liked to be in charge, too. 

      Steve was ultimately impressed by the way you seemed to sync up with him, inching your hips forward as you slid up and down his cock, your breasts bouncing deliciously with each motion. You were both all moans and groans and hearts swelled with adoration. It felt so surreal to hear the deep moans you longed for through the screen right here in your ear. In the midst of it all you kept staring down at where you were connected, drunk on the sight of him disappearing inside of you.

      "You close doll?" Steve asked when he noticed all the tell tale signs of your orgasm approaching: the way your breath sped up, the intonations of your moans, the way you clenched around him like you clenched around his fingers.

     "Yes, don't stop," you practically begged him, tears welling up in your eyes from the absolute intoxication you felt, a euphoric feeling that was so new.

     "'M not gonna stop," Steve chuckled, shaking his head slowly.

Even if he teased you or assumed a more dominant disposition, all Steve wanted was for you to ride out that pleasure. He didn't know if he had the heart to really make you work for it. And besides, he was getting close himself. He was surprised anyone could last very long with you to begin with, but he set his mind on your pleasure and that was exactly what he would be giving you.

     Steve knew he was done for when you wrapped your legs around his waist, slowing his thrusts and forcing him to be practically submerged inside of you. He switched from pounding into you to grinding his hips against yours, moaning darkly as he watched his cock disappear completely inside of you. He seemed to reach your stomach, rearranging your guts. You grabbed onto the back of his head, forcing his face into your neck. When you came, it was like you and Steve were colliding stars, creating a supernova that shone so bright, its light traveling all through your body. You were babbling curse words and praise, moans spilling out of you as you tightened around him and came on his cock.

     Steve rubbed gentle circles onto your clit as you rode the orgasm out, nodding and encouraging you, bringing you back down to earth slowly,

     "That's it princess, come for me. That's it, you're good. You're perfect."

Steve kept slowly pushing and grinding his hips inside of you, letting you enjoy your orgasm until he approached his own, grit teeth and all.

     "Fuck," he cried out, the loudest you'd ever heard him moan, your name tumbling out of his lips like a beautiful lyric.

     Steve didn't pull out though, he just slowly lowered himself on top of you, careful not to crush you, keeping his cock inside of you as his cum filled you up in hot, long spurts. You felt ropes of cum disappearing inside of you, biting your lip at the feeling. And what a feeling it was to come inside of you, the only place he wanted to be from now on. It made him feel like you belonged with him, like he had this special privilege that no one else got. You just lay there together, heavy breathing and silence until Steve finally moved, all his cum safe inside of you.

     "Fuck," he shuddered again, glancing down briefly at the mess he'd made of your completely ruined pussy. (Ruined with love.)

     The comedown left you both with positive thoughts, none of the profound melancholy that could sometimes settle in after sex. Finally it had happened. The thing you'd both wanted since day one, but had never actually expected to be possible. Again you were both filled with amazement at the other, at the knowledge that either one of you actually existed. Steve was laying on the bed besides you and you were both looking up at the ceiling. He glanced over at you, his cheeks still flushed.

     "Did you uh... like that?" he asked, back to the humble old Steve he'd always be, making your head snap over to look at him.

You chuckled, still out of breath,

     "What do you think?"

Steve grinned to himself, feeling accomplished. All he wanted was for you to feel good with him, in every sense of the word.

     "Good," he placed his hands behind his head. He glanced over at you and saw that your body was jittery, almost shaking, your legs especially. He smirked to himself, washed over with that fiendish delight once again. "Do you always shake when you come?"

You narrowed your eyes playfully, rolling towards him and kissing his neck,

     "Sometimes... depends."

     "Huh... good to know," Steve's lip twitched upward into a smile.

     "Mm. I'm too tired to get up," you breathed out, but you had to force yourself to anyways. "But I should pee."

Steve laughed,

     "Yeah. You do that."

When you came back from the bathroom after rinsing off slightly, you crawled into bed, not falling asleep immediately. Instead you turned to face Steve, your eyes twinkling even in the dark of his room.

     "Steve..."

     "Yeah, doll?" he replied.

     "I... I really like you, okay? And I know you know that already, and I know you like me too, but it's been a while since I've been in... anything with anybody. And right now, this feels really special. I... want this to be good," you choked out, trying to organize your words, because you didn't want to be too mushy but communication was always important to you and you needed to express yourself.

Steve's heart pounded with adulation for you, and he cupped your face in his hands,

     "Of course. Anything, YN. Anything, I'll do it for you. I want this to be good too. Fuck, I've been trying so hard to make everything perfect. I hope that doesn't take away from it being good."

You smiled. You knew you were in the right hands.

     "I know you have. And it has been better than perfect, and it's only the second day. I really love every second we've been spending time together. I just... I like you, okay?"

     "I like you," Steve repeated, and you had to stop yourself from tearing up.

     "Mkay," you nodded, and Steve squeezed your cheeks, making you giggle. "Good night."

     "Goodnight," Steve let you go, but ended up pulling you close anyway, the both of you facing each other as you cuddled together, Steve tucking you under his arm, fused together.

Steve didn't want to leave you in the morning although he had to go into the office, so he waited for you to wake up. And when you stirred, he kissed your forehead, waiting for you to come to.

     "Morning, sweetheart," he doted on you, and you swallowed, eyes blinking open.

     "Morning," your voice was all used up from moaning so much last night, and you could already tell from the feeling between your legs that you were going to be sore.

Steve noticed the way you winced slightly when you shifted your legs forward, and pouted slightly,

     “You okay?"

     "You're fuckin’ huuuge," you chuckled, sprawling out and stretching out your arms. "I think my cervix is wrecked. Like, indefinitely."

Steve, although he was thrown off by your aggressively dirty humor, laughed, rubbing his eyes. He looked down at his boxers under the sheets, then at you with a faux apologetic face,

     "Sorry."

     "Never apologize for having a big dick," you smirked.

     "Noted," Steve shook his head playfully. "Hate to have to leave you, but I gotta go in this morning. Just briefly."

     "That's okay," you smiled understandingly, stretching and letting the covers flop over, exposing your naked upper half which Steve glanced at tentatively, the puckered nipples and smooth skin. You were unknowingly tempting him to stay in, but he knew he couldn't. Besides, you'd need the rest - then again, he could just go down on you, that would be pleasure enough for him too- "Earth to Steve!"

     "Sorry, I got distracted," he muttered, and you chortled.

     "I noticed. Hey, but you should go, the quicker you leave the quicker you can come back, right?"

      "Uh huh. If you need anything, text me. I got something nice planned for us later after this."

     "Cool," you grinned wide, and Steve leaned forward to receive a sweet kiss from you. It all felt so domestic and lighthearted.

     "Alright, I'll see you."

     Steve got dressed and was out the door, driving slow on his way to the tower, his mind flashing back to moments from last night and this morning, fluctuating from burning hot to wholesomely warm. He couldn't help the etch of a smile on his lips even as he walked back into the building. He made his way to his office without seeing anyone yet, but Bucky was standing outside his door, leaning against it with a set look on his face. His arms were crossed and his eyes were narrowed - he looked like he had some serious business to take care of.

Steve raised his brows at the sight. Bucky was already a scary looking guy if you didn't know him, so the fact that he looked so determined right now made Steve think something was up, but he didn't think it had anything to do with him.

     "Hey Buck," he chirped. "What's goin' on?"

Bucky didn't skip a beat, certainty ringing clear in his voice,

     “I know what you've been doing.”

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