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Disciplinary Action - Nomad Steve Rogers x Defiant Agent YN 🍆⛓️

Summary: You defy Nomad Steve’s orders, making him question whether you were the right Agent to bring with him on the run. In order to prove your loyalty – and your ability to follow his commands – you surrender yourself for disciplinary action.

Contains: Humiliation, abuse of power, spanking, rough sex, verbal degradation, praise. Mean Dom Steve into Soft(er) Dom.

Warning: Dub-con. Dark-ish Steve, but he softens.

Words: 2,100

A/N: Credit to @simplyholl for encouraging and enabling me!!

“Agent! Get back here!”

“Oh calm down Rogers or that stick up your arse is gonna fall out!” You chuckled at your quip, rushing ahead of Cap and onto the awaiting jet.

You winced as a sudden pressure squeezed your wrist. He grabbed you and pushed you against the concrete wall, forcing air from your lips with a thud.

“You think threatening the safety of the entire team is funny?”

“No, but your reaction certainly is.”

Your smirk made his eyes blaze with a dark intensity you didn’t imagine possible from the uptight military captain. He snorted, puffing air from his nostrils as he sneered. The air fell eerily still.

“Look, Cap - I had him. You just needed to let me prove it.”

“It’s not about that, Agent. It’s about taking one for the team. That doesn’t mean you risk everyone’s safety to take a solo win. You could’ve got someone killed. Or worse, we could have been caught.”

“Or for God’s sake you don’t actually believe this bullshit do you?? Listen to yourself!”

“No you listen.” He grabbed the collar of your tactical suit with both fists and lifted you from the wall only to shove you against it once more. You would bruise tomorrow. You opened your mouth and before the next sassy quip tumbled from your lips he grabbed your wrists and pinned you to the wall. “This isn’t a game. We’re on the run. You obey my orders.” You wriggled, causing him to raise a knee to the base of your ribs, holding you in place. “I won’t ask you again.”

The grit in his voice and his hot, angry breath on your neck silenced you. You felt fear in the face of his unfiltered rage. You also felt something else. Internally mortified, you felt yourself getting wet.

Not for him. Not for Rogers. God no, anyone but him.

“We’re not in the Avengers anymore. This is serious. This goes sideways, we’ve got no backup. Do as I say. Got it?”

You nodded, faking compliance, deciding it a better use of your energy. The sooner he let go, the sooner you were on the jet and one step closer to a lukewarm shower in whatever hellhole you were staying in tonight.

“When you return to the facility, you’ll surrender yourself for disciplinary action.”

“That sounds awfully kinky, Rogers.”

He sneered. You just couldn’t help yourself, could you?

Dark eyes burned into yours as he placed his hand over your mouth, feeling a swell in his cock as your eyes widened. “Another fuckin’ word and I swear to God…”

The knee resting against your torso lowered, lingering underneath you before rising up and pressing into your crotch. He pressed his chest into yours, the hard shell of his suit feeling as though it would squeeze the breath from you. His face was beside yours, breath hot on the side of your cheek as you rested your head into the crook of his shoulder. He pressed his knee into your pussy and you bit your lip, doing nothing to muffle the groan as your clit grazed the armour over his knees.

He wasn’t stupid. By the way his knee slid, he knew you were soaked.

That, and the way you rocked back and forth in a desperate bid for friction. He stepped back, holding your shoulders against the wall.

“Get back on the jet.”

“Meet me in the gym.”

Great. He was going to make you run until you puked and do push-ups until you collapsed under the force of your own bodyweight.

What a dick.

It wasn’t a gym. Not really. It was a run-down boxing facility that had seen better days, thick red paint peeling off the wall and a stench etched into every square inch of the perished rubber flooring.

He tossed you a pair of boxing gloves. “Let’s go a few rounds.”

He had discarded his dorky fucking cowl the second you went on the run, hidden in some far flung corner of the jet. Right now he’d remained in his suit. So had you. A power play on his part no doubt. Reminding you of who he was. His position. His rank. Even on the run, he was in charge.

Bellend.

You walked towards the ropes until you heard his voice.

“I didn’t say we were going in the ring.”

You frowned. “Well what the fuck are we doing with gloves on then.”

“Put your hands on the ring floor.”

“Really, Rogers?”

“I can make this a lot worse.”

The black, raised floor of the boxing ring came up to your waist. You placed the knuckles of your boxing gloves on it. You sighed petulantly.

“Bend over.”

“What?”

“You heard me.”

“What you gonna do, spank me Rogers?”

“I told you. You’ve surrendered yourself for disciplinary action. And we’re gonna go a few rounds. See if we can get you to follow orders. See if I made the right call bringing you on the road.”

Whatever twisted army punishment this was, you weren’t in the fucking mood. It would involve jumping jacks and chanting “Sir yes sir!” any moment now, you were sure of it.

“Round one. Stay exactly where you are. No matter what I do or say. You stay still. You stay quiet. Got it?”

“Yeah.”

For once, you couldn’t even be arsed roasting him. You just wanted this over with. This punishment was as dull and insufferable as the man doling it out.

“Yes what?”

“Yes, Rogers….”

“No.” His voice was low in your ear as he leaned his face down to your level, hands resting on the filthy thighs of his suit. “You’ll address me as Captain. You will affirm my orders with Yes, Captain. Got it?”

You didn’t answer.

“I said….” his voice was threateningly low as he gripped your chin firmly between his thumb and forefinger. “Got it?”

“Yes, Captain.”

You felt yourself get wet again.

Fuck.

You were beginning to realise that, whatever this was, it was going to be a lot more fun than jumping jacks. Rogers was more twisted than you had given him credit for. His usual vomit-inducing self-righteousness had morphed into pure, primal, dominant authority.

Being on the run will do that to a man.

You didn’t hate it.

“Are you ready for round one, Agent?” He stood tall behind you, his voice firm and commanding, both hands resting on his tactical belt.

“Yes Captain.”

“I’m gonna give you five strikes. You will not move.”

Five strikes? Where was he going to -

WHACK.

You gasped when his hand slapped your arse cheek. You remained in place, physically unable to move at the shock of Steve Rogers smacking you on the ass.

He struck again. You remained still.

He finished his strikes. You hadn’t said a damn thing, too dumbstruck to string two words together.

“Looks like someone can take orders after all.”

You began to stand. The flat of his palm on your back pushed you back down to your bent-over position, ass remaining in his sight line. “I didn’t say you could stand.”

Round two was eight strikes.

Round three - ten.

You didn’t say a damn thing. You didn’t move. Other than the quivering of your arms. But that was to be expected. He wouldn’t mark you down for that, he decided.

You were soaked all the way through to your suit.

If he walked away right now, that would be the biggest punishment of all.

On the final strike, his hand remained on your ass cheek, moving his hand down between your legs and toying with you over your suit. You moaned. You couldn’t help it. The sound of him inhaling, silence lingering in the air, imagining what he might say next, caused you to tremble with fear and desire.

You felt the flat of his chest against your back, his crotch pressing into your ass. “Do you think you’ve learned how to follow orders?”

“Y-yes Captain.”

When he didn’t respond, you dared to look over your shoulder. He was a mess. Sweat beading on his brow, lips parted, eyes half shut. He pressed his crotch into your plump cheeks, the hardness of his cock doing nothing to stop the flood between your legs. You wanted to ask if you had done enough. If you could have a reward now. Despite your better intentions, you husked out, “Please…”

“Please what.”

“Please, Captain Rogers.”

You didn’t care what you had to say, what you had to do. You needed him inside you and you needed it now.

“Take off the gloves. Climb into the ring. Position yourself on your hands and knees.”

You crawled into the ring like a horny animal and waited for his next instruction.

“Take off your suit. Unzip it to the waist.”

You obliged him, kneeling as you unzipped your tactical suit. When you looked up, he was in front of you. More specifically, his crotch was in your eyeline. “Unzip my suit. Put your hand on my dick.” He folded his hands behind his back.

You frowned. Was he serious?

He hinged at the hip, bending to your level, and grabbed your chin firmly. “You were doin’ so good. Don’t fuckin’ let me down.” Standing to his full height, his next command came swiftly. “Put my cock in your mouth. Blow me until I tell you to stop.”

You unzipped his suit pants, finding him hard as a fucking rock. Gripping the base of his shaft, you took him into your mouth and sucked him off as though your life depended on it. He gripped your shoulder for leverage as you pleasured him, grunts and growls tumbling from his lips. “You got me so fuckin’ hard. Fuck.” His hips snapped forward in response to a sudden swipe of your tongue around the head. He hissed. Then praised you. “Good fuckin’ girl.” On the brink of coming, he stopped you. “On your back. Before I blow my fuckin’ load.”

You lay down and he positioned himself over you, holding his body weight on the flats of his palms. His chest heaved up and down, animalistic, a fire burning behind his eyes.

Being a fugitive suited him.

He pulled your suit down your hips and dipped his fingers down into your underwear, two fingers entering you without warning or finesse.

“You’re fuckin’ soaked.”

“Y-yes Captain….” You could barely string a sentence together. He was impressed you managed two whole words.

“I’m not even in you and you’re already slurring.” He towered over you, sneering. “I’m gonna fuck you. And you’re gonna enjoy it. You’ll come when I say so, and you’ll scream my name. Got it?”

A man of his word, he railed you, your back hard against the dirty boxing ring floor. His face was twisted in pleasure, messy long hair falling over his dirty face, a beard growing in where once he had boyish features. He oscilated between closing his eyes and focusing on the sensation, and opening them, taking in the sight of the Agent who made his cock hard since day one, the one he couldn’t possibly bend over the shared kitchen table in Avengers Tower, not with everyone there, not with his squeaky-clean reputation to uphold. He would settle for stroking himself to the thought of you, imagining what he would make you do, fantasizing about how wet he would make you. The reality was better than anything his brain could have conjured. He was on the brink, arms shaking, about to blow his load in you, when he told you to come. You were biting your lip, writhing under him, eye squeezing shut then opening them, mouth falling open as you watched him fuck you into oblivion.

“Come for me. Scream my name. C-call me – fuck!” He stilled himself for a second, hips growing sloppy as he almost came. “Yell out Captain Rogers. Do it.”

You came with a cry, calling out his requested name over and over and over again, his name falling to a mumble, a whisper, as you came down from your high.

Captain Rogers had just come inside you on the dirty floor of an abandoned gym. If ever you questioned whether going on the run with him, Nat and Sam was the right call – you just got your answer. Exhausted from today’s mission and tonight’s rough sex, he collapsed on his elbows, panting in your ear.

“Good girl. I knew you could follow orders.”

He pressed his lips firmly to your cheek, the bristles of his beard prickling your skin and making you shiver, before he pulled out of you. As he walked out of the abandoned gym, he called back to you.

“Recon tomorrow, Agent. 8am sharp.”

“Yes, Captain Rogers!” You grinned, dumbstruck and cock drunk.

After facing the most delicious form of discipline, calling out his name and obeying his orders just got a little more interesting.

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#how is this so good #CT 2024 raffle entry

[rosyheretic]

Cum Together: A Community Revival Extravaganza

@labella420 had the amazing idea to host an event to try to boost engagement, revive our community, and have some fun while we’re at it. If you’re like us, you probably miss “the good ole days” or perhaps you’re feeling disappointed by the lack of engagement, so! Here’s your chance to join in on some shameless hoe revelry and have some fun with your fellow CE hoes 🤗

And! This extravaganza isn’t just for writers, it’s for readers, too! 

Keep reading to find out how we can all cum together (lollll) and indulge in some shenanigans while breathing some life back into our beloved CE fandom. You may even get a custom fic written just for you out of it 😘

EXTRAVAGANZA DETAILS

When: April 28 - May 4

How to Participate: 

👉🏻 Writers: Write and post a fic (or fics!) about any Chris Evans character using one (or more!) of the prompts below. 

👉🏻Readers: Engage with your favorite writers via reblogs or asks. 

Your Participation = An Entry Into Our Cum Together 2024 Raffle

Writers, for each fic you post for the extravaganza, you will earn one entry into our raffle. Be sure to use the tag #CT 2024 raffle entry the first time you post your fic(s), as well as for any asks you receive from readers engaging with you for the event, so we can record all participation.

Readers, each time you engage with a writer via a reblog or ask, you will earn one entry into our raffle. For your reblogs, be sure to use the tag #CT 2024 raffle entry so that we can record your participation. For your asks to writers, be sure to mention the event so we know it’s an entry for the challenge. We would also suggest reblogging any writer ask replies to your asks with the entry tag as well.

At the end of the extravaganza, Bella and I will randomly select 2 raffle winners who will get to request a custom CE fic written by one of us 🥳

THE MORE YOU PARTICIPATE AND ENGAGE, THE MORE ENTRIES YOU EARN TO GET YOUR CUSTOM STORY! (ALSO THE HAPPIER YOU’LL MAKE YOUR FELLOW HOES AND THE MORE FUN YOU’LL HAVE!)

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500 word minimum, no max! (Please put your story under a cut after 150 words.)

Original works only. If your story is part of a series, it must be able to be read as a standalone piece.

Please tag me @stargazingfangirl18 and @labella420 when posting so that we can reblog as many fics as possible and record your raffle entries. (You don’t need to follow us to join in!)

Include the tag #CT 2024 raffle entry on the original post of your fic (not on reblogs or reblog replies, please.)

Any genre accepted! Can be fluff, angst, comedy, AU, dark, whatever you want.

Please stick to fictional CE characters only, no RPF.

Reader insert stories are preferred vs OCs. LGBTQ+, BIPOC, & interracial stories are welcome and encouraged!

No toilet stuff, no necrophilia, no snuff, or bestiality. Non-con and dub-con must fall within commonly posted dark fics. 

Please include warnings as needed for smut, explicit language, explicit sexual content, non-con, dub-con, dark fic, trigger warnings, 18+, etc.

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Include the tag #CT 2024 raffle entry on any of your reblogs or writer ask reply reblogs.

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Odds & Ends:

Each writer can submit a maximum of 3 stories.

There is no limit on reader engagement entries - we want you to participate and boost engagement!

Writers do not need to claim or request a prompt.

Smut writers and characters must be 18+.

Writers can also participate as readers for this challenge, and vice versa. So basically anyone can have writer and reader entries.

We reserve the right to not reblog any post.

STORY PROMPTS

CUM TOGETHER PROMPTS:

Characters A + B cum together at the same time

Meeting your long distance partner in person for the first time

“Tell me your favorite way to cum so I can satisfy you the way you deserve.”

Pining + running into each other after a long time apart + frantic kisses

Pouncing on your partner as soon as they arrive home from a trip away

“My favorite thing in the world is being here with you.”

Showing up at your love’s home in the middle of the night because you need to be with them

Soulmates meeting for the first time

“Admit it, you didn’t really know true happiness until you met me.”

Character A can’t cum until Character B does

MULTI-PROMPT PROMPTS:

Blackmail + Cum play + “See, that wasn’t so bad, was it? I think you even enjoyed it.”

“Show me.” + Frightened + Cabin in the woods

Yellow + Feel like you’re being watched + “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”

Coercion + Multiple CE babes + “Aw, don’t cry, honey, we promise we’ll be good to you if you’re good to us.”

Proposal + Happy tears + “Nailed it.”

Meetcute + embarrassed + “My hero.”

DIALOGUE PROMPTS:

“Do you even know how to be nice? I bet you can’t say one nice thing about me.”

“I swear to God, if you make me come in there, you’re gonna regret it.”

“How about a little wager?”

“If you correctly guess the color of my panties, I’ll let you take them off me.”

“Bet I can make you cum first.”

“You are such a fucking menace.”

KINK PROMPTS:

Breeding

Competency

Oral sex

Innocence

Soft!dom

Primal play

Free use

Somnophilia

Overstimulation

Praise

TROPE & AU PROMPTS:

A/B/O

Only one bed

Mob AU

Two idiots in love

The one that (almost) got away

Biker AU

Friends to lovers

Basement wife (or husband!) AU

CE!babe is a cam!boy

Seeking comfort

CEO AU

Enemies to lovers

Tagging some lovelies who may be interested or want to signal boost the event, no pressure though! ❤️

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(Sorry if I forgot anyone, I'm sooo bad at remembering in the moment/tagging lolol.)

P.S. Amazing, stunning, beautiful, panty ruining banner made by the supremely talented @labella420 😍

[rosyheretic]

little bird (part 2) (steve rogers x fem!reader)

part 1

summary: steve rogers has been acting strangely around you for months, and now you know why: he found out about your crush on him and decided to tease you until you couldn't take it, as penance for your insubordination in the field. how much of steve's provocation can you take? and does he enjoy working you up? (part 2: oh yeah he does)

warnings: smut (18+), fingering, spanking, unprotected sex (bad), praise kink, size kink? ish? it's steve c'mon, witch reader, dirty talk, aftercare (fluff?)

notes: thank you guys for reading the first part! hopefully the grand finale lives up to your expectations. i plan to keep writing and hopefully improve, so let me know if you have any feedback or requests! up next on the queue is a sex pollen fic (with a twist!) because i'm a simple woman.

steve grinned at you and wrapped his arms around your waist, hoisting you up to perch you on the counter.

his big hands fell on your knees and pushed them apart so that he could stand between your legs. his dominant hand then slipped under your chin, tilting your head so he could kiss you.

steve rogers was a passionate kisser. he was hungry, taking possession of your mouth and exploring you with his tongue. he found the back of your neck and stroked it as he pulled back to speak.

"if i didn't know any better, i'd say you like smoochin' me," steve teased, drinking in your kiss-swollen lips and dazed eyes.

"oh, quit gloating and get to work," you fired back. a splash of magic escaped you and pink wisps guided his fingers toward your heat.

"since when do i take orders from you, dove?" steve pulled his hand free of your power and tutted. "the whole point of this exercise is to teach you to respect my authority."

"is that so, captain?" you sang back. "i thought the point was to rail me."

"i'm a talented guy," steve said, planting a kiss on your cheek so his lips were right by your ear. "i can do two things at once."

"then i suggest you get on it, rogers, because right now i don't see a compelling reason to change my behavior."

steve chuckled and captured your lips in another intense kiss. when you parted your lips to let him in, he used the momentary distraction to pick you up and haul you over his shoulder. your dress flipped up, revealing your upper thighs and your ruined panties.

"wha—STEVE! put me down!" you screamed, pounding your fists on his back. with one quick slap to your thinly clothed ass, he shut you up.

"you want a reason?" he said, slapping your ass twice more. "i'll give you 20."

he carried you to the couch, hitting each side of your bottom one more time before he sat down. he bent you over his knee, holding you down with his free hand splayed across your back.

"i'll just slip these off so i can see you, babygirl," he cooed as he dragged your panties down your legs. when he saw the large wet spot on your underwear, he laughed in triumph. "look at that. nice and wet for your captain, hm?"

steve gave you no warning before he resumed his punishment, landing slaps on every inch of your backside quickly and randomly. after what felt like hours of this punishment, you were delirious and helpless in his arms. or so you both thought.

he turned you over on his lap, hiking your dress up your legs again for access. when he forced your legs apart and moved his hand toward your mound, you braced for relief. instead you watched in horror as he drew back his hand, winding up for a slap right to your pussy. you flinched hard and shut your eyes.

when the spank never came, you opened your eyes to find steve's hand hovering in midair, its path interrupted by the electric fog of your magic.

"still resisting me, little bird?" steve raised an eyebrow at you, unfazed. then he started to push against the energy barrier. your involuntary magical defenses disintegrated under the pressure of his hand. he wore a cocky grin as your power fell away, leaving you defenseless.

you wanted to keep up the bratty act because the dynamic was fun for both of you. but in failing to protect yourself from his punishing hand, you had shown your cards. he knew how much you needed this, how powerless you were against the craving for your superior.

"betrayed by your subconscious," steve found humor in the situation even while you trembled beneath him. mercifully, he gave up on spanking you in favor of teasing your folds. you mewled at the first swipe of his fingers through your heat. "don't worry, i know you could still kick my super ass if you wanted to. but you won't, will you?"

"no..." you whimpered as his fingers sought out your clit, hovering over it and stroking around it to work you up. "wanna be good, captain, please."

"that's all i ever wanted to hear," steve said with a giddy smile. satisfied that he'd corrected your attitude, he gave in and rubbed your clit in earnest. "there's my good girl. i always knew you were in there somewhere."

"oh my god, yes," you breathed as he buried a finger inside you. he explored your walls with gentle thrusts, almost too gentle. you wiggled impatiently in his lap, creating friction on his bulge which was pressing into your side.

"careful," steve hissed. "you may be a super scary witch, but my cock would still split you open without some prep. you gotta be patient. can you do that for me?"

you whined but agreed to his terms. as a reward, he added a second finger. you could feel yourself stretching to accommodate his thick digits. sensing the resistance, steve searched for something to distract you—literally. he probed along your walls like a man on a mission, grinning when you cried out.

"gotcha," he murmured, almost to himself. your pussy fluttered and clenched wildly around him. "that's it, sugar, keep squeezing my fingers just like that. can't wait to be inside you, sweets."

steve's next move was calculated; he was a strategist, after all. as he worked in a third finger, he traced his thumb up to your clit, rubbing it harshly in time with his thrusts. you were a goner as soon as you felt three huge fingers stretching you out and doting on your g-spot.

"oh, princess, i know it feels so good. it's okay, you're doing so good, yes, my good girl, coming on your captain's lap like this," steve coaxed you through your orgasm with sweet nothings.

before you even had time to recover, steve swept you up bridal-style and carried you to the bedroom. "what happened to being patient?" you quipped as he put you down on the bed and unbuckled his belt.

"i haven't wanted someone the way i want you in 70 years," he responded, practically jumping out of his clothes to get to you. now fully nude, steve's cock bobbed between his legs, twitching and weeping precum. "forgive me if i'm in a hurry now that i finally have you."

his words rolled over you like a warm blanket, shielding you from all fear and uncertainty. steve climbed on top of you and rid you of your dress, the last item of clothing hiding your body from his hungry eyes.

"so beautiful, baby bird," steve marveled at your tits as he kneaded them, groaning out loud at their softness. you writhed underneath him, desperate to feel all of him. "ready?"

at your affirmative nod, steve pushed his hips forward and notched his mushroom tip inside your entrance. you sucked in a breath through your teeth at the intrusion. "oh steve, you're so —" you held your breath as he fed you another inch, "big! too big..."

"i know, lovebug, i'm sorry. i'm right here with you." steve cooed. he kept his hips still and peppered featherlight kisses all over your face. "you can take it. just open up for me, let me in."

"o-okay..." you whispered, relaxing your body. steve continued. he captured your lips in a greedy kiss, swallowing every moan and whine and mmph! you had to give him. before long, he was seated fully inside you.

"i'm so proud of you," steve pulled away from the kiss to shoot you a lust(love?)-drunk smile. "can i move now? you deserve a reward for being so brave."

"yes, ple—ah!" your reply was cut off with a squeal as he thrust forward at an angle, hitting your sweet spot with ease. he picked up the pace, more at ease knowing you were enjoying yourself. the burn of his cock stretching your walls now felt pleasant, especially when he snuck his fingers down to your bundle of nerves.

"fuck, angel, i'm not gonna last," steve panted, his dick driving into you even faster. "you're so tight, chokin' me... come with me. let go for me, love."

as he spoke, his fingers went into overdrive on your clit. this, combined with the near-intolerable feeling of fullness, sent you over the edge. you felt yourself clench and spasm around him, triggering steve's release. he came with a shout, rope after rope of hot liquid coating your walls.

in your warm post-orgasmic haze, you felt like you were floating. then steve pried himself away from you and off the bed.

"where are you going?" you asked shyly.

"to get a washcloth. you don't have to be afraid, little bird. i'm gonna take care of you."

you smiled to yourself and closed your eyes again, knowing his words to be true.

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[rosyheretic]

little bird (part 1) (steve rogers x fem!reader)

summary: steve rogers has been acting strangely around you for months, and now you know why: he found out about your crush on him and decided to tease you until you couldn't take it, as penance for your insubordination in the field. how much of steve's provocation can you take? and does he enjoy working you up?

warnings: explicit sexual content, upcoming smut, post-endgame avengers au where everyone lives and stays, witch reader, DIRTY TALK, sparring, voyeurism, humiliation a little

notes: hi hi hello! my name is april and this is my first fic on this account. i just can't get steve rogers out of my head and need to express myself tbh. so i hope you enjoy! i love to write, so let me know if you have any requests for steve (or bucky perhaps in the future). and let me know what you think of this one. hopefully this draft is not too rough.

"sweetheart, throw one more thing at me and there will be consequences," steve said gruffly from the other side of his kitchen. his expression told you this would be your final warning.

your hands cast a pink glow and the vase on the table next to you began to levitate. it flew toward the captain and just barely missed his head.

"you knew," you said lowly. "you knew and you were fucking with me."

"i might have heard something from natasha, who heard something from wanda," steve tried to minimize his knowledge of your feelings for him. "your thoughts were too loud, i guess."

"oh, so you decided to tease it out of me in front of everyone?!" you asked, incredulous.

"it's only fair, little bird. you were openly insubordinate from day one," he reminded you. he took a few steps toward your body, which was floating on a cloud of pink a few inches above the floor. "i had to put you in your place. plus, you're cute when you're embarrassed."

with a flick of your wrist, you sent steve flying backwards into the wall. he grunted but made a quick recovery, and in a flash he was next to you again.

"what did i say about consequences?" he whispered in your ear.

"i didn't throw anything at you," you replied, a bratty smile on your face.

"you're out of control. and as the captain of this team, that's a problem for me," steve continued, his hands roaming your body to coax you into submission. "i'm a patient man. you will learn discipline, no matter how long it takes. but i doubt it'll take long for you to fold, because i know all your weak spots."

you shuddered, unconsciously leaning into his touch. in an instant, he manhandled you so your feet were on the ground and pinned you against the counter. steve slotted his right leg between yours, just under the hem of your dress.

"there's this one, of course," he teased, flexing his toned thigh and grinding his knee against your clit through your panties. you couldn't hold back your whimper. "you like that? yeah, i bet you do. can't help how wet and tingly you get around me."

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once, you and steve were paired up for a sparring match in the gym. according to the avengers' training rules, you weren't allowed to use your powers, so it was bound to be an unfair fight. no matter how much you bitched and whined, you couldn't get out of the match.

"you know if this were a regular fight, i'd kick your super ass, rogers," you taunted as he circled you.

"you think about my ass a lot, y/l/n?" he countered smugly, eliciting laughs and cheers from the other avengers. while your face burned in humiliation, steve pounced. he had you under him in a matter of seconds. one of his hands rested high on your thigh, forcing you to the ground, and the other bound your hands together above your head.

while you thrashed uselessly beneath him, steve brought his lips to your ear.

"i know what this does to you, me pinning you down," he murmured. "i can hear your heart racing, i can feel the heat between your legs, i can fucking smell you soaking your panties."

"time!" tony called, and steve withdrew. your skin tingled with the afterglow of his touch. you huffed and got up, trying to save face by acting unaffected.

"you okay there, y/n?" bucky asked, an amused smirk on his face. "you didn't last very long."

"she's alright, pal," steve answered for you, putting a hand on bucky's shoulder and leaning in. "just a little... frustrated, is all."

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you felt another gush of wetness seep out of you at his filthy words. he pressed hard on your clit for emphasis, and you jerked in his hold. his hands then ran up your body and came to cup your breasts.

"and these... how many times have you imagined me squeezing them, telling you how soft and pretty they are? i know you were thinking about it when i gave you that shoulder massage."

he was dead-on.

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after you wrenched your arm on a mission in tokyo, steve had insisted on giving you a massage. he claimed to want to "keep you comfortable," feeling a responsibility as your leader to look after you. you were one of the youngest avengers, after all.

he toyed with you—using his big supersoldier hands to provoke a reaction from your body, only to then leave you wet and unsatisfied. even worse, he did it on the quinjet in front of natasha, sam, and bucky. he stroked all over your body, smiling as he watched you squirm and whimper, basking in his power over you.

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"dickhead," you whispered, your voice less venomous and more flustered than you intended.

"good point, pretty girl, i almost forgot about that," he replied with a cheeky grin. "how many times have you fantasized about feeling my big cock inside you?"

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one movie night at the avengers compound, steve showed up wearing only a thin tank top and tight flannel pajama pants. you shuddered and pressed your thighs together when you saw him walk into the kitchen, looking so sexy. seeing the desperate look on your face, he had the audacity to wink at you.

"when are you gonna take notice of the fact that you're huge, steve? you need clothes that fit your supersoldier body properly," you chastised him to cover for the fact that the sight of his skin turned you on so much.

"i suppose you're right, doll," he responded, smiling coyly. "guess i'm still getting used to being big."

"serum makes everything bigger, doesn't it stevie?" bucky strolled into the kitchen, winking at his best friend. "so difficult to adjust."

your knees went weak at bucky's words, unable to stop imagining the monster dick hiding under steve's slutty sweatpants. you excused yourself to the restroom, hearing bucky and steve chuckle behind you.

when you returned to the living room for movie night, you made the horrifying realization that there was no seat left for you. everyone sat in their own individual recliner chair, wide enough for two small people or one supersoldier.

some of the new agents had shown up to movie night, excited to bond with the avengers. this left you sitting on the floor between two seats. both were empty, but reserved with bags. at least it had decently thick carpeting.

"aw, honey, no room left for you?" steve cooed as he and bucky strode back into the room to take their seats. "you're not sitting on the floor. don't be ridiculous. we can share."

your eyes widened and you stood up uneasily. he sat down in his chair and gently pulled you into him, leaving you perched on his left leg. this would be your undoing.

throughout the movie, the captain kept flexing his strong thigh underneath you, sending pulses to your clit. on the third flex, he feigned innocence when you gave him a dirty look.

you tried to change positions so you were no longer straddling his thigh and eventually wiggled free of him. while you considered your next move, he threw his arms around your waist and pulled you to him. soon you were sitting between his spread legs, feeling his cock through his sweatpants.

"why are you flyin' away, little bird?" he whispered in your ear, his hot breath making your head feel warm.

you couldn't help but rub against it. you had no choice, really. you were so turned on and delirious that you could only obey your dirty instincts.

when his length began to harden from the friction, you gave him a victorious smile over your shoulder. even though you were desperate for him, he couldn't deny he liked it now.

your smile faded when you made eye contact with natasha, who gave you a knowing smirk in return. god, how many people knew about this?

no. you can't do this, he's your captain. it's indecent, and he only means to humiliate you for your desire. you snapped out of it, breaking free of steve's hold and taking him by surprise. "i gotta go to bed," you managed, and darted off to your room.

that was the end of the encounter, or so you thought. later that night, you woke up to the sounds of steve groaning on the other side of your shared bedroom wall. he sounded pleasured and pent-up at the same time.

unable to resist temptation, you used your magic to project some of your energy into his room, allowing you to see him.

the sight was magnificent: captain america with his hand wrapped around his cock, moaning and grunting as he stroked himself. and oh, what a cock it was. slick with precum, long and thick and bigger than any you'd ever seen before, even in porn. you wanted his hot, hard length in your—

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"i know you've seen it. that night at the compound, you watched me touch myself," steve rasped in your ear, caressing up and down your hips as he held you against the kitchen counter.

"how did you—"

"i saw your little pink sparks floating by my door," he interrupted you.

"okay, yeah, i'm desperately attracted to you! is that what you wanted to hear? i won't talk back or disobey your orders anymore. just please, don't humiliate me any more!"

"humiliate you? oh no, honey, you've got it all wrong. i wanted the team to know so that they'd understand i had you under control. can't have them thinking i'm a bad captain, right?"

"well, it's still embarrassing and degrading."

"not if i want it just as much as you," he said gently. "look, i was teasing you because i like to see you squirm. because i like you too. quite honestly, i have to fight like hell every day to resist the urge to take you. bend you over the counter, throw you down on my bed, fuck the attitude out of you."

you paused for a moment, stunned into silence. "and the others?"

"they're laughing at me as much as they are you, if not more. because i can't control myself around the girl who talks back to me. you make me so hard all the time, baby."

the words were music to your ears. you were dripping in your panties as he rubbed himself against you through his boxers.

"then lose control," you said.

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