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bookishtheaterlover7 · 2 months

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Captain Handsome

a/n: A blurb inspired by this post that my friend sent to me 😁 I don't read a lot of the comics... But I'm so sorry I missed out on this GOLDEN moment 😆

...the post in question...

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Tony made the whole system. This genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist not only built a working suit of armor in a cave, he also the AI and security system the entire team relies on, for anything and everything.

And having made the system, means that he has full control over said systems. Meaning... Codenames and security passwords are his to make as completely impenetrable and ridiculous as he wants.

"TONY!!! I THOUGHT YOU WERE KIDDING..." Steve groaned, frustrated that he couldn't set the security measures of the tower, no matter how many times he tried.

"I'd rather die, or go back into the ice for another 70 years, than say, that..."

"Exactly why it's effective! No bad guy could ever make you say it. So, it's full proof." Tony grinned, spinning around in his chair, utterly amused.

After some careful consideration...

"Fine... This is Captain Handsome ordering you to Rock and Roll on that 45." Steve said through gritted teeth, resting his head against his arms, leaning against the wall in defeat.

FRIDAY's confirmation was a small comfort to Steve's situation. Made even worse by the sound of a certain Avengers Trainee, trying and failing to contain her laughter. It growing louder until they were full blown fits, that made her stomach hurt more than sparring with Nat, and spill the coffee she had prepared for after the Briefing, all over the floor in front of her.

"Worth it!" Tony yelled as the doors closed and Y/N collapsed on the nearby sofa, unable to control her laughter.

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avenging-fandoms · 2 years

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Steve Rogers fucking you against the kitchen counter in the compound. CAN YOU IMAGINE.

steve had never had sex, had never even done anything sexual with anyone. that is, until he met you. the first time you went down on him, steve was seeing stars. he came in less than a few minutes, which you knew would happen. you weren't mad, you were happy you were the first one to do that for him.

the first time he went down on you was not good, it was his first time touching a woman before. you told him what to do with his tongue, his fingers, and all the right places to touch. his fingers were what made you scream, and he had a new wave of confidence when he heard your sounds and how your body was reacting.

the first time you had sex, steve wanted to cry. it was the most euphoric feeling he's ever felt, and he's saved the world a few times. after you two had sex, steve wanted to have sex all the time. anywhere. any place. any time. obviously never pressuring you when you didn't want it, but he was a fiend for you.

you stood at the counter cutting cucumbers up for the salad you were preparing to go with dinner. you heard the clicking of steve's shoes against the tile of the compound, steve's hand dragging against your butt.

"how can you look so sexy cutting up a cucumber?" he mumbled against your neck, making you giggle. you let go of the knife as you put it in the sink, going to turn around but steve grabs your waist and pushes you against the counter.

"how are you feeling, steve?" you smile, pushing the cucumbers to the side and pushing your butt against him. steve pushed his hand into the waistband of your leggings and you let out a sigh. steve's hard on pressed against your ass and you bit your lip with a smile.

steve's hand pulled down your leggings, bending down and kissing your ass. you kicked off your slippers and pulled off your pants, right foot on the counter and you whimpered as steve's tongue flicked over your pussy through your underwear.

"steve.. quit being such a fucking tease" you slap your hand against the counter and he chuckled against you, the vibrations making you shiver. he stood up, taking your leg down and ripping your underwear off your body.

"so impatient" steve kisses your shoulder and pulled down his own pants, spitting down and coating his dick in his own spit. steve pushed himself into you roughly and you gasp loudly, every time.

steve grabs your hips and pounds into you, nearly ripping your cervix as his cock repeatedly hit it. you gripped the edge of the counter, gritting your teeth. steve grabbed a fistful of your hair, tilting your head back and making you look at him.

"you take my cock so nicely, pretty baby. you look so beautiful" steve stopped thrusting and you took a breath as he flipped you to face him. he picked you up with ease and laid you flat on the counter, thrusting into you again.

steve looked down with a smile, grabbing your hand and placing it on your stomach where you felt his dick bulging through your tummy. you tried to grab something as he hit your g-spot, but swiped the cucumbers off the counter and dug your nails into his arms.

"steve.. fuck.. steve.." you whimper, biting your bicep as you squeezed your eyes shut.

"no no, open those pretty eyes, honey. i want to watch you at how you cum on my cock. come on, doll" you whimper and press your hand against his stomach, letting out a moan the echoed throughout the whole compound as you came. "good.. good girl.. look at that.." steve smiled and held your chin, running his thumb over your lips.

you open your mouth and stick out your tongue, wrapping your lips around his thumb. you sink down on your knees, steve's thumb pulling out of your mouth as you tapped his cock against your tongue.

"use my mouth, steve. i'm all yours" steve grinned and grabbed your hair, bobbing your head as you gagged on his cock. drool and foam surrounded your mouth and tears clouded your vision, steve admiring the view.

steve threw his head back and you gripped his thighs tightly as he came down your throat. "fuck, doll. holy shit" you stood up with steve's help and he wet a paper towel and cleaned you up.

you both got dressed and you looked at the cucumbers, covering your mouth and laughing. "oops" steve looked and smiled, kissing your head.

"sorry, sweetheart. wanna order a pizza? my treat"

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annab-nana · 7 months

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“The diamond in your engagement ring is fake. Tony shit talking about your engagement ring given by Steve Rogers. Steve glaring at Tony.

please, this is so tony and steve

warnings: not proofread, implication of sex

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you still felt like you were in the clouds. you just couldn't believe it. you always knew you wanted steve to be your future and you were fairly sure he felt the same way about you. but each time you looked down at the ring on your finger, it cemented your dream. you were going to spend the rest of your life with the love of your life and you could not be happier.

"how long do you think it'll be before her face gets stuck like that?" sam snickered from fridge while pulling out the milk.

bucky looked over to the grin plastered on your face. it hadn't left since steve proposed. "you mean it isn't already stuck?"

steve rolled his eyes at the chuckling pair as he pulled you closer to him. that was another thing that had been stuck since he proposed, his touch on you. since your confirmation of marriage last night, steve hadn't strayed too far from you.

you heard the boys but you didn't have it in you to care. you just cuddled closer into steve's side while grinning down at your ringed hand in his.

"look at the precious couple," tony announced when he walked into the common room, wanda and vision a few feet behind him. wanda gave you a small wave as her face wore a warm smile. "has the proposal high worn off yet because i was wondering if it was a good time to tell you that the diamond in your engagement ring is fake."

steve sent a hard glare tony's way though he couldn't see it as he was browsing his breakfast options in the pantry. you knew tony was only teasing and you knew steve knew that too deep down, but you couldn't ignore the way steve's arm tensed around you.

you glanced up to look at him, taking in his hardened gaze, and leaned up to press your lips to his jaw.

"hey, i know it's not fake and even it was, i don't care. i didn't say yes to the ring. i said yes to you," you whispered to him in an attempt to keep some privacy while your friends were only some yards away.

just as quickly as he stiffened, he melted against you, letting his lips press into your hairline. "i love you."

"you've made that very clear in the last twenty-four hours," you stated teasingly. "i'm still a bit sore."

steve's grin stretched even wider across his face before he brought his lips to yours.

"oh, barf," sam started before bucky joined in with fake gagging noises as if he were about to puke any second.

"shut up," wanda told them in the sweetest voice while her arms circled vision's waist. she let her head rest on his chest and watched you and steve in admiration. "they're cute."

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babyjakes · 4 months

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help me hold onto you.

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event | kinkmas 2023

prompt | sex pollen

pairing | steve rogers x avenger!reader

warnings | sex pollen (reader was exposed to some sort of chemical agent that induced a persistent state of hyperarousal.) medical elements (reader is staying in the medbay.) crying (not related to the sexual interactions.) stevie is soooo soft :')). dialogue is soft and sweet, gentle praise and encouragement included. fingering. tummy rubs bc they make me soft. she comes quick! intense, prolonged orgasm. the beginnings of aftercare.

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"Hey, hey- okay. I'm here, sweetheart. I'm here. Just tell me what you need."

Steve's brow was raised in gentle concern as he stood over your hospital bed. Dr. Banner had set you up in a secluded room at the end of the medbay, wanting to give you as much privacy as possible given the nature of your condition. It was still all a bit baffling to Steve; Bruce had shared any information he had available on the mysterious chemical you'd been exposed to out on your mission to a foreign bioweaponry facility, but most of it had gone in one of the supersoldier's ears and out the other. "Persistent heightened state of arousal" was the only phrase he was able to cling to, which still didn't feel like much to go off of.

As he stood there at your bedside, though, those words were all of a sudden making a lot more sense. You were a pitiful sight, really- curled up on your side with your knees hugged up to your chest. Your whole body was shaking, something that tore at your teammate's heart as he came to better terms with the severity of the state you were in. Overcome with obvious discomfort, all you could do was lie there and rub your sore knees together uselessly. Your hands reached out for him needily; in an instant, he was lowering himself down to sit beside you, leaning over you attentively as his face filled with concern.

"Oh doll," he hummed, reaching out to brush back your hair with a steady hand. Your forehead was drenched in sweat, your big eyes looking up at him pleadingly. As another wave of unbearable heat rolled over you, tears were building in your eyes. "How can I help, sweet girl?" Steve was pressing, "Is there anything I can do?"

In a moment of total weakness, you reached out for him again. This was completely abnormal behavior for you. Being the youngest and newest to the team, you were always intentional about maintaining an image of responsibility and restraint. But as Steve sat there at your side, his steel blue eyes looking over you so thoughtfully as he gently offered you his hands, your hijacked mind was fixating on him faster than you could realize what was happening.

"P-please," the weakness of your small voice broke Steve's heart. He nodded encouragingly, wanting to do anything he could to ease your suffering.

"What is it, honey? Hmm? What do you need?" he asked soothingly.

More tears built in your eyes as you failed to generate a verbal response. Instead, all you could do was continue to writhe pathetically. Steve's brow furrowed as he tried to make sense of your movements. "Does something hurt?" You whimpered feebly at his question, shaking your head. "No, then what is it, sweetheart? Can you tell me, or- or show me?"

Desperation drove your every move as you shifted slightly onto your back, your knees falling apart as you brought a shaking hand down to motion over your hospital gown toward where the sensations were accumulating. If Steve was surprised or offended by your admission, he didn't let it show. Instead, he simply nodded, speaking with an understanding tone, "It's bothering you there, darlin'? Do you want me to take a look?"

Your wide, pleading eyes were enough to answer his question. Pausing, he took a moment to consider the best way to proceed. After a quick glance back at the door to the hallway, seeing that the coast was seemingly clear, he gently brought his hands over to lift up the thin fabric of the gown, pulling it back to expose the area you had pointed to. Steve couldn't help but gasp softly as he saw the ramifications for the first time; any doubts he could've had about the compound's strength or effects were immediately shot down as he faced the living, breathing evidence.

"Oh honey," he crooned worriedly, leaning his head down a bit to get a better look. Your pussy was so puffy it almost looked painful. Your clit was swollen to about three times its normal size, pulsating visibly in unison with your heavy heartbeat. Bruce had placed a wide gauze pad beneath you, and it wasn't hard to see why; with the constant state of arousal your body was trapped in, you were amassing an impressive amount of self-lubricant. Face drawn in disbelief and honest fascination, Steve struggled to find words to console you. "Sweetie, what can I do? Let me help you," his voice was swelling with concern. Swallowing hard, his gaze returned up to your face. "Can I-... would it help if I-... you know...?" The sweetest hint of pink rose up in his cheeks.

You were unsure of what would happen if he tried, but with the way your stomach was lurching and spasming in excitement at the mere thought, both you and Steve knew it would be senseless to not at least give it a try. Sensing your mild confliction, the supersoldier took a moment to brush back your hair again as his soothing voice filled the air, "It's alright, doll. Let me take care of you. S'just me, just Stevie. I'll be gentle, I promise."

As he spoke, he gently drew his hand down to begin rubbing at your inner thigh. Letting out a squeak of surprise, your heart jumped at the way his touch immediately sent sparks shooting up through your tangled nerves. "Easy," he hummed lowly, pushing on you carefully to encourage you to open up your legs a little further. Once you were nice and spread out for him, he took another deep breath. "Okay darlin'. Just keep breathing for me," he seemed to be trying to calm his own nerves as much as he was yours.

With the lightest amount of pressure he could manage, Steve carefully brought his pointer and middle middle fingers to sink slightly into your pool of arousal. They didn't linger long, as they then slowly dragged up your wetness to smear over your enlarged clit. The moment he came in contact with your poor button, your world was set ablaze. You had never felt such unbearable heat in your life; it was as if every atom within your core was being blasted into smithereens, an incredible amount of energy and pressure building up inside of you as a result.

"Easy, easy- shhhh," Steve was doing his best to talk you through it, watching as your hands scrambled to grip the sheets below you, your hips rocking in shameless desperation.

"Mm.... mmhh... hhh..." you struggled through incoherent whines. The man brought his free hand over to rub your tummy gently, trying to give you any sense of comfort and safety he could as he continued working the pads of his fingers in careful, steady circles.

It only took a few more moments of the simple stimulation to send an orgasm ripping through you with unimaginable force; as Steve saw your climax hit, his eyes widened, but he was intent on carrying you through it. Needy cunt spasming around nothing, your clit jerked and jolted beneath his tender traces. Your eyes were rolling back in your head, your whole body at the mercy of the waves of pleasure crashing over you.

And you kept coming, and coming, and coming- trapped in the grips of your orgasm for what must have been minutes compared to the fleeting moments you were usually granted. "Good, let it out," Steve was murmuring softly, watching as all your pent-up frustration was slowly pulled from your seizing body.

When you were finally winding down, breathless and slumped against the flimsy mattress beneath you, he was careful to pull his hands away with the utmost care to avoid causing you any further discomfort or unwanted stimulation. As he stood momentarily to find something to wipe his hands with, you let out a shaky whimper. "No, no, I'm here," he quickly returned to your side, retaking his place next to you on the cot. "I'm right here, doll. You're okay. Here, let me clean you up a bit, honey."

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violentdelightsandviolentends · 7 months

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hiiii can you do whiskey w/ steve rogers that involves spanking/light bdsm? reader wants to try something new in the bedroom and steve's a little more hesitant at first but he gets into it

Darkness.

warnings - smut. cursing.

you know I had to use another nomad gif... it's the long hair with the beard... it gets me going man. I kind of went a little rogue with this request, but it just happened. apologies.

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He's dreamed of women like you.

Strong, independent, resilient.

Women that take what they want, when they want it - regardless of the repercussions.

But he never could have anticipated your intuition. Your instincts.

You can read him like a book. Plain and simple. And no one can do that.

Steve prides himself on being stoic. Brave. The face of freedom. But it's like you look at him with x ray vision.

"Don't you ever get tired of it?" you ask one night.

Steve's sat on the edge of the bed, watching you get undressed. It's been a long night, full of fake smiles and ballgowns and polite handshakes. Weariness has settled in his bones.

"Tired of what?"

"The Golden Boy thing."

He scoffs.

"It's not a 'thing'."

You scoff.

"Come on, Steven. Don't forget I can see right through you."

"Oh yeah? Then what do you see, honey?"

You stalk over to him, settling down in his lap. Your favourite place.

"I can see the darkness, you know."

His brow quirks. Curiosity.

"Sometimes, I watch the America's Sweetheart facade slip ever so slightly. And I see what's underneath."

"And what would that be?"

A kiss to his jaw. Below his ear. A nip at his throat.

"You're a caged animal."

His grip on your hips tightens. Bingo.

"There's something in here, Steve," you point to his chest. "Something dark. Something raw. Something feral."

His breath hitches. His lungs constrict.

"I wanna see it," you whisper. "Whatever's underneath. I wanna see it."

He chuckles, low and menacing.

"Oh, honey. I don't think you know what you've just done."

You're on all fours in the blink of an eye. Strong fingers twist into the waistband of your underwear and pull, the sound of ripping lace making you gasp.

A smack to your ass makes you jolt, but not with fear. Anticipation. You want to see how far he'll go before he stops himself. You want to see his restraint snap.

"If you need me to stop," he whispers into your ear, "tell me. Or use the word Brooklyn."

He spanks you again before flipping you over with inhuman strength. He undoes his tie and runs the silk material through his fingers. You can see the cogs turning. He just needs a little push.

You raise your wrists and place them against the headboard, giving him a look that says I dare you.

Steve ties you up, standing back to admire his handiwork. He could get used to this view.

He reminds himself that you asked for this.

And he's never been one to deny you anything.

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sweetsbfreex · 1 year

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drunk and obsessed

Summary: a little something about a drunk steve. in the mafia steve universe

Pairing: drunk!mafia! steve rogers x reader

Warning: none rlly

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“Baby, baby,” you giggle, a bit tipsy, as you try your hardest to fit the key into the door's lock. “I can’t open the door with you all over me.”

You laugh once more when Steve begins kissing your neck once again. His trimmed beard tickles your neck.

On the other hand, Steve had a bit too much to drink. And that's all your doing.

You know he feels he can never have too much to drink at these events, especially with you there. The events are filled with some of the most inimical people worldwide. So he always wants to be on his A-game for you. But that’s what body guards are for, you had argued. Pushing for him to have the time of his life with some of his friends.

Now here he was: drunk and his body cradling yours, as the two of you struggle to get in the house.

“I just love you, baby,” his words slur as he kisses your cheek.

“I love you too,” You tell him, so close to getting the fucking key to fit.

“I can’t wait to get you inside,” his voice rich and husky as he seals his promise.

“Baby, I don’t even think you could get it up right now.”

“Woah, woah, woah,” Steve removes himself as your shell, both arms up in defense while he takes a few steps back.

When your senses finally catch up that he’s no longer hovering over you. You quickly turn, just stopping him before he tumbles down the step.

You hold both his hands, then let one go to grab the side of this face, “Honey, your drunk off your ass right now—“

“I am not! You just called my game weak,”

“That’s not what I said, but I need you to stand silently so I can open the door, okay?”

“Okay, pretty” he answers, landing a soft peck on your lips.

You smile as you finally open the door, reaching behind you to clasp Steve’s hand so you can pull him in.

You close the door behind him, toeing your shoes off, giggling when he has trouble with his. But five ‘fucks’ later, he finally gets it done.

“Woooo!!” Steve shoots his hand up in a v, as if his team just won the super bowl.

You’re quick to drop his arms back down to his sides, “Shhh, baby. You’re screaming.”

“I am?! I’m sorry,” his hands cup your cheeks as he pulls you for yet another kiss.

“Honey,” you laugh into his sloppy kiss. “Let’s go to bed, hm? And get some water into you.”

“I don’t wanna do bed,” he whines. “I wanna do you,” he smirks, moving one hand to grip your hip.

“Tomorrow, okay? I’m really tired.” You feign a dramatic yawn.

“You are? Okay, that’s okay, okay?” he kisses your nose this time.

Drunk sex isn’t something that hasn’t been checked off your and Steve’s list. But Steve is sloshed and can barely walk straight, so sex would not be on the menu for tonight.

“Let’s head up.” You wrap his arm over your shoulder, walking up the steps carefully.

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He’s sitting at the end of the bed, his coat beside him, as you unbutton his dress shirt. You would’ve let him do it himself, but he was struggling with his lack of hand-eye coordination. Playfully slapping your hand every time your hands got close to his shirt. Giggling and joking that there would be no sexy times. That was until he had made you oath you’d keep your hands innocent.

Ever your affectionate, drunk lover.

“Are you sure you feel alright? Don't need to throw up or anything?” You ask Steve once again.

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” he tells you then takes another swig of water.

It only takes ten minutes until he’s in his sweatpants, with no boxers (under his request). You’re changed and ready for bed, tired out from an eventful day. Steve’s favorite movie playing in the background.

Steve cuddles up close, half his brawny body on yours, his leg splayed over yours, and his head nestled on your chest.

Your fingers run through his hair soothingly.

“Y/n?”

You hum a response.

“Thank you for taking care of me, I love you too,”

“I love you too.” you laugh breathily at his mistake.

A comfortable pause ensues.

“Y/n?” His hand shimmies under your t-shirt, to caress your soft skin.

“Yes, honey,” you can’t help but laugh at the way he calls for your attention. You don’t think you’ve heard your actual name from his mouth so consistently.

“I think I wanna— I know I want to start trying soon. I wanna be a dad, a good dad.”

Your hand stills.

“What?” Your voice is quiet and relayed with shock. Your heart no longer in your chest.

He wants to try. The two of you tied the knot two months ago. However, talk of whether you guys wanted to start a family or not was shut down by Steve every time. You never wanted to push, but you also wanted to know what to expect.

Either way, He was adamant that he wasn’t ready. There was no way he could raise a baby to be half a decent human being with his trauma lingering in the shadows, among other things

He sits up abruptly, “I know, I know. I’m not sober, but I’m not lying either. I’m ready, honey… if you are.” He grabs your hand and kisses your knuckles.

“Okay,” you smile, “If you remember, we’ll continue this conversation tomorrow?”

“Okay.” He kisses your cheek before cuddling into you once again. “I wanna be the perfect dad, y/n. The best.”

“You will be.”

You tell him sweetly, your eyes stinging as you run your fingers through his hair once more.

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a/n: srry it's been so long, college keeps me busy 24/7! here's this as i try and finish binky fairy pt. 2

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rogersideup · 1 year

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Nice to be Kneaded

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Nomad Steve Rogers x Baker Reader

Almost every news station in the country was covering the chase for the missing superheroes post-raft-escape following the Civil War. Steve Rogers face had been plastered on the cover of every news paper, fliers stapled to street lamps, posted on bulletin boards in what felt like every coffee shop in the country. It had been just a few long months shy of a year, just long enough to grow out his hair and beard to make himself as unrecognizable as he could manage. Though he was still the poster boy of disorder within the states, he found himself in the scanty town of Greenwood in the house right next to yours.

Chapters 1-18

⋆｡°✩ Chapter one: Welcome to Greenwood

⋆｡°✩ Chapter two: Inhale, Exhale

⋆｡°✩ Chapter thee: Nice to be Needed

⋆｡°✩ Chapter four: Captain-What’s-His-Butt

⋆｡°✩ Chapter five: Absdoughlutely

⋆｡°✩ Chapter six: Sunflower

⋆｡°✩ Chapter seven: Beautifully Natured

⋆｡°✩ Chapter eight: The Brewing Storm

⋆｡°✩ Chapter nine: Doomsday

⋆｡°✩ Chapter ten: The Snap

⋆｡°✩Chapter Eleven: Courage

⋆｡°✩Chapter Twelve: Homecoming

⋆｡°✩Chapter Thirteen: Cardboard Castle

⋆｡°✩Chapter Fourteen: Cinnamon Roll

⋆｡°✩Chapter Fifteen: Everything will be Okay

⋆｡°✩Chapter Sixteen: Crawl Home to You

⋆｡°✩Chapter Seventeen: Endgame

⋆｡°✩Chapter Eighteen: Good Luck Charm

⋆｡°✩ More fun stuff extended masterlist ⋆｡°✩

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captainamericasmotercycle · 7 months

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shower sex

Kinktober Day 6 —> masterlist

pairing: steve rogers x reader

warnings: smut, minors DNI, 18+, shower sex, pinned against a wall, steve rogers being delicious, squirting, nipple play?, penetrative sex, p in v, cock

a/n: i liked writing this one ;)

“Join me?”

Your boyfriend stood at the bathroom door wearing nothing but a loose towel around his waist. You were sat on the bed, scrolling through your phone, you looked up at him.

His perfectly carved body and the happy trail that led straight down to his sizable asset stared straight at you.

You never jumped up so fast. You met him in the bathroom, quickly stripping off your clothes as he started the stream of hot water in the shower. He stepped in first, pulling you towards him.

He brushed his lips with yours, getting increasingly more aggressive with every passing second.

He finally lost most of the control in his body, cupping your ass in his large hands, blood rushed to his cock, his erection growing.

You pulled away, starting to bend down, but he stopped you, “No.”

“No?”

“I want to make you feel good, sweetheart,” he kissed you firmly on the lips.

You pumped his cock a couple of times, getting him ready for you. You draped your hands over his shoulders when you were finished, pressing a kiss to his neck.

In one swift move, he picked you up, one hand under your leg, the other on your ass, and had you pinned up against the wall.

You wrapped your legs around him as he lined up his cock with your entrance. He slid into you with ease.

He began bucking his hips and your grip around his waist faltered as your legs and abs convulsed with arousal.

Sharp whines strung out of your mouth as he grunted. He took absolutely no time to explore every part of you, he knew it like the back of his hand.

He pressed his chest to yours, feeling your hard nipples against his pectorals. The shift in movement forced out a pornographically loud and exaggerated moan.

You slightly slid up and down the wall of the abnormally large shower and he thrusted up into you.

You tried to keep a good grasp on him, but so overstimulated, you began to fall down the wall. He let you down, changing positions.

He came behind you, his cock pressing into your ass.

“Hold on to the wall, baby,” you did as he commanded, pressing a hand into the wall.

He lifted one of your legs up, leaving you to balance on the other. He slid his cock into you once more.

Your leg hooked on one of his arms and you fully exposed felt so amazing. He had his free hand gripped to your tits, squeezing and using his thumb to knead and tease your nipple.

The feeling of his massaging your tits while simultaneously thrusted up into was almost too much for you, on top of that, you felt like you were going to piss yourself.

Now wouldn’t that be just so sexy, because every man wants his girlfriend to pee on him, you thought sarcastically.

The feeling grew as Steve’s pace moved faster. And as you reached the height of your orgasm, liquid came shooting out of you all over the shower and Steve’s cock.

Steve’s orgasm followed incredibly close after you.

Holy shit, did you just squirt?

Steve pulled out, spinning you around to face him.

“Did you just squirt?”

“I-“

He cut you off with a kiss, “Fuck, sweetheart, that was so fucking hot. Do it again for me,”

You smiled against his lips, “Again?”

“Again.”

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Laundry Day

Loki's POV of events: How Could This Not Fit?!

Bucky's spin-off fic: Loads of Fun (different Y/N character) - in progress

Pairing: Loki x female reader (ofc)

Summary: You and Loki are living together in the Avengers Tower and you've asked him to help you with the laundry. You decide it's the perfect opportunity to prank him but that might not have been a good idea... not if you wanted to sleep tonight that is.

Warnings: ... um nothing really, alluding to sex but not much

A/N: I finished my laundry and was folding (trying desperately to fold) my fitted sheet and I came up with this silly little thing so... enjoy 💚

You take a bottle of water out of the fridge in the common kitchen, laughing to yourself as you shake your head.

"Something funny in the fridge?" Tony asks from the island, looking up from his tablet.

You turn to him and open the bottle. "No, I was just laughing about something that could possibly get me in a lot of trouble with Loki," you barely explain.

"I have no idea what that means," Steve says as he and Bucky join the conversation.

You take a sip of water and set the bottle on the island. "I was tired of being the one who did our laundry all the time so I told Loki he needed to help me with it today," you start to tell them.

"Still not seeing the funny," Tony says sarcastically.

"I'm getting there," you wave away his comment and he chuckles. "So anyway, I told him to help and he did... an okay job of it. I mean, the dryer and him got in a bit of a fight but we finally got it done," you continue.

"Did he break the dryer cause I've gotta do like four loads of laundry tonight?" Bucky asks concerned as he pulls out the stool next to Steve.

"How could you possibly have to do four loads of laundry?" Tony turns towards him. "You own one hoodie and three henleys at most," he adds.

"Can we get back to my problem?" you pull their attention back to yourself. "I might not have much time left," you joke but you aren't actually sure how long until Loki comes looking for you.

"What did you do to him?" Steve asks, sounding concerned for your safety. Loki would never hurt you of course, he loved you too much, but when you annoyed him you always found it hard to walk the next day.

"Well, he put all the laundry away using his magic but I told him that was cheating. He said it wasn't and we went back and forth for a bit until I made him a bet," you smile. Loki could never resist a wager, especially since he always assumed he would win, and he usually did. "I bet him... something," you suddenly realize you don't necessarily want the guys to know the dirty things you promised Loki and they all look away awkwardly for a moment as if they understood that.

"Right, whatever... so the bet was for him to make the bed himself, without his magic," you tell them.

"Look, I still don't like him very much but, give him a little credit. I think he's smart enough to figure it out," Bucky says.

"Yeah, that doesn't really seem like a bet you're going to win, Y/N," Steve agrees.

"Well... I might not have except for one teeny tiny little bitty detail," you assure them.

"Which is?" Tony asks with a mixture of curiosity and agitation that the story is taking so long.

"I switched the sheet set," you say, they all stare at you confused and you sigh. "I gave him a full size set... and we have a queen bed. There's not a chance in hell he's going to be able to get the fitted sheet on and if he does manage it, I'll know he used his magic and still win," you smile broadly, proud of yourself for tricking the trickster God.

"Well that's a dangerous game to play," Steve says and before you can respond you hear Loki coming down the hall.

"Y/N," he says when he enters the kitchen. You swallow as your mouth goes dry, he does not look happy. "You cheated," he says without question.

"No, I was just..." you try to explain but he walks towards you, keeping his eyes locked on yours.

"You... cheated," he says slowly as he backs you into the counter by the sink.

"I mean, only a little," you say with a smile but he doesn't smile back. "And I only did it to make sure you didn't use your magic," you quickly try to explain.

"Um, I think we should go... literally anywhere else," Steve says as Loki grips your waist with both hands and keeps you pressed between himself and the counter.

"Don't worry, we're leaving," Loki says with a smirk, still looking only at you. Without warning he picks you up and throws you over his shoulder. You gasp and the suddenness of it and he uses one arm to hold you in place by the back of your legs as he turns to leave the kitchen. He pauses and picks up your water bottle. "You'll need to keep hydrated, it's going to be a very long night, love," he says as he carries you down the hall towards your room.

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imyourbratzdoll · 1 year

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https://youtube.com/shorts/hew52_RS_FI?feature=share

Something similar to this? With Stevee?😭

this is very short and I apologise for taking so long to get to it. I hope you like it.

summary - reader pretends to be asleep to see what her boyfriend steve would do.

the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips

Steve walks into the bedroom he shares with his girl, Y/n. His mouth opens as he’s about to speak, but he notices that she’s asleep. He tiptoes over to his sleeping girl and kneels on the ground. His hand pulls the blanket to cover her body and then rests on her cheek, stroking it.

His blue eyes focused on her beautiful face, taking in every freckle, eyelash, how her nose scrunches up and soft noises fall from her plump lips. Steve smiles softly, love in his eyes as he moves closer to her face and places the gentlest kiss on her forehead, “I love you, baby girl. I hope you have good dreams.”

When Steve stands and leaves the room, Y/n’s eyes slowly open. Her heart is beating out of her chest, and tears form in her eyes with how soft Steve is. A smile graces her at picking the right guy, and she will marry him someday.

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qscribble · 1 year

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Tags: 18+, smut, brattiness, ~900 words

A/N: congratulations to people magazine for recognising what we have all been saying for years <3 (smut under the cut)

“sexiest man alive, huh?” is how you greet your boyfriend in the morning. “sounds official. do you get to sign off on emails with that now or something?”

chris sets down his steaming mug of coffee and turns to face you with a roll of his eyes as you enter the kitchen, magazine in hand, your boyfriends body plastered across the front cover

“funny,” he deadpans, stifling a smile

“i’m just curious, is all,” you shrug, shit-eating grin on your face. “i’m not familiar with the customs around this sort of thing. should i curtsy?”

“i could accept kneeling,” he allows, snaking an arm around your waist and pulling your body against his, casting a filthily pointed glance down to your mouth. “you know, if you really wanted to pay your respects”

you gasp, swatting his arm with a giggle. “i would never dishonour such a sacred title like that”

“uh-huh,” he rumbles, his huge hands warm on your back as he holds you. “you keep acting like such a brat, i’m gonna do something really dishonourable to those tiny little shorts you’ve got on”

“no, i just got new ones,” you whine even as you let him press you up against the counter. the last 2 pairs had been no match for chris’s caveman sex brain and they’d both come to an untimely, shredded end

“and i am very thankful you did,” he says, and you feel one of his hands grope at your ass

“please, your highness, have mercy-“

he huffs a laugh, tilting your chin up as he leans in for a kiss, then another, until he’s licking into your mouth, slow and hot. it’s almost embarrassing how quickly you start to feel a little dizzy, even now after so long. you sigh against his mouth, arching into him, shivering when you feel him hard against your belly

he picks you up by your thighs, setting you down on top of the counter and stepping between your spread legs, making you gasp when you feel the heat of his clothed cock grinding against your cunt through your thin shorts

“chris,” you breathe, head falling back as he starts to kiss down your jaw, sucking a deep bruise into the sensitive spot just below your ear. you rock your hips up into him, a hand sliding up his back and tugging lightly at his hair, heat rushing through you at the low groan he gives in response. you feel his hand bunch up the fabric gathered at your thigh, but before you can protest, you feel him mercifully shoving the shorts to the side so your bare pussy is exposed to him, pushing his own pants down just low enough too. you lean back against the counter, cunt clenching around nothing at the sight of his hard length

“someone’s quiet all of a sudden,” chris smirks, leaning over you as he takes his length in his hand, rubbing the head through your slick folds, the wet, sticky sounds making your insides flutter. you whimper, back arching a little, wanting him inside so bad it makes you throb. “where’s that smart mouth i love so much, hm?”

“please,” you whine, head foggy as he frees your breasts from your soft tank top, ducking his head so he can take a nipple into his mouth. “chris,” you plead

“shh, sh,” he hushes you, sliding into your slick heat slowly, drawing a cracked whimper out of your throat as he fills you up. “that’s it, baby, there you go. i got you”

you’re writhing against the counter, body easy and open for him to rut into, sharp jolts of pleasure shooting down your spine and erupting in your belly as he fucks into you, hard and deep, cock bullying that sweet spot deep up inside that makes you see stars. you wrap a hand around his strong bicep, caged in beneath him and grasping for purchase as he pounds into you, fucking sharp, high-pitched whimpers out of you with each snap of his hips

“jesus,” he grunts from where he’s marking up your chest, your cunt clenching around him, drooling slick. he reaches a hand down between the both of you, rubbing tight, fast circles into the hardened nub of your clit, lips pulling up in a smirk at the squeal you let out. “listen to you take it. you gonna come for me, pretty girl? hm? gonna come all over my cock?”

you nod shakily, so full of him you feel like you’ll burst as your mouth falls open in a gasp. he kisses you, swallowing your sob of his name as you start to shake apart. he licks into your mouth, rolling his hips into you, groaning into the kiss about how well you’re milking his cock, and then he’s burying himself to the hilt inside of you and fucking his come into your tight, sucking heat

you both breathe each other in for a long moment as you come down, panting softly, kissing lazily

chris presses a kiss to your forehead before drawing back to look at your face

“what?” he smiles when he notices you looking at him

“nothing. just…” you smile tiredly. “people magazine really knew what they were talking about”

chris rolls his eyes, smiling too, despite himself

“i love you too,” he says, leaning in for another kiss

#chris evans x reader #chris evans x reader smut #chris evans smut #chris evans headcanon #chris evans blurb #steve rogers smut

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annab-nana · 1 year

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“Go with me?” “As long as you hold my hand.” where Steve asks reader to go with him to Tony's Holiday party

you got it sweetheart <3

warnings: not proofread, assumed avenger!reader

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"so," steve started when he walked into the kitchen at the compound as you stood in front of the pantry, searching for a snack to watch while you binged whatever show you could find on netflix that interested you.

you chuckled. "so?”

"stark's big holiday party is coming up," he stated as if you didn't know. you rolled your eyes though he couldn't see and leaned forward to grab a bag of chips.

"yeah, i know." you knew what he was getting at, but you didn't see why he was asking. you two were already together so it was already assumed that you two were going together to the party. however, steve was a gentleman from way back when, so he was going to ask regardless of relationship status.

steve moved closer to you, eyes gazing into yours and a smile on his lips.

"would you like to go with me?"

you snickered. "i thought you'd never ask. i will as long as you hold my hand."

"i think that can be arranged."

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babyjakes · 4 months

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event | kinkmas 2023

prompt | monster fucking

pairing | steve rogers x fairy!reader

warnings | me knowing nothing about fairies. reader is in "fairy heat"? bruce captured reader (potentially inhumane conditions for fairy-keeping?) soft sweet steve. size kink LOL. th-thumb riding? fingering. p-pinky fucking? stretching. multiple orgasms. squirting. praise and encouragement that makes me feral. pity kink? is that a thing? if it is, i think i have it.

word count | 1,225

an | i've never written monster fucking (or really anything super fantasy-oriented) so please be kind!! wasn't expecting to get sooo into this, but like there's just something about reader being literally so tiny that steve's pinky stuffs her to the brim that's making me all 🥲🫠😩

what if bruce was off working in some top-secret remote location and brought you back with him: a sweet little fairy he'd captured while working out in the field, just as you were entering your fairy heat 🫠

maybe you're just about 7 inches tall, with the body/proportions of a grown young woman. he's been conducting research on your species for quite some time, so he's able to determine basics like your age, your likely place of origin, etc. he's thrilled to have caught you at the start of your heat

what's your fairy heat? i made that part up simple, it's the span of several days that occur around the same time every month when your body's at its prime and looking to breed. you become insatiably horny, almost to the point of it being debilitating, and all you can focus on during your excruciating waking moments is fucking yourself on anything of appropriate size in sight

you're kept in some sort of incubator in his lab, a glass box that's a few feet by a few feet wide and deep. the bottom of the enclosure is made of a soft cushiony material, making any spot a good spot to lay down and rest. miniature food and water bowls are set out for you, and a bright lamp hanging from the ceiling of the box shines 12 hours a day. it's a pretty miserable existence, your makeshift habitat nothing close to the wide open flower fields and prairies you're used to, but it allows the scientist to observe you closely without any distractions or interfering variables. and since you're in heat, you aren't too worried about where you are or who's taken you. all you can do is writhe around on the soft floor of the incubator in desperate, horny agony

maybe one day bruce is out of the lab, but he told steve he could come check out his new findings and maybe keep you company if you'd let him. when he enters the room and sees you lying there, squirming and struggling weakly, of course the supersoldier's heart is instantly hurting for you 🥺

he approaches the incubator slowly, not wanting to startle you. but pretty quickly he realizes that you're paying him no mind; you're too preoccupied with your discomfort. he takes his time observing you, standing right in front of the glass box as his huge frame towers over you. bruce told him a little about your condition and the science behind it. it made him blush, but he accepted it like he would learning about any other species and their unique reproductive habits

"poor thing," he hums to himself as he watches your tiny body wriggle in distress. he's stunned by how pretty you are. you have the most delicate little face, and your translucent wings with their iridescent shimmer look like something straight out of a fairytale movie. you're completely naked- bruce removed your scraps of moss carpeting and leaf clothing when he found you. but it's not strange or offputting in the slightest to steve. he just thinks you're beautiful, such a stunning little creature that seems too precious for this world 💕

he notices the plugged openings in the glass wall that allow bruce to reach in and work inside the enclosure. carefully removing the rubber inserts, he reaches a large hand in, wanting to offer you some comfort if you'll take it. you're so tiny that you could nearly crawl right into the palm of his hand and curl up if you wanted to

but snuggles are the last thing you're looking for in this moment. when you see his huge hand lying there, palm up just a short distance away from you, you weakly crawl over, wings drooping in exhaustion. you couldn't fly at the moment if you tried

steve is a little surprised as you hoist yourself up onto his thumb, your tiny legs dangling on either side of it. it only takes him a moment to realize what you're doing- his cheeks turn bright red as you begin rolling your hips desperately, a faint feeling of wetness forming on the pad of his finger as you leak your glistening juices all over him

"oh doll-" his voice is dripping with pity and concern. he doesn't try to stop you, just watches as you so needily try to relieve yourself. as strange as the situation is, he can't help but find your primal actions endearing, in a way

he continues watching sympathetically as you grind your tiny little pussy down against his large digit. his heart swells at the way you place your hands down in front of you, trying to keep yourself upright as you rock at a steady pace. just a few moments later, he sees your little body spasming and realizes you've reached orgasm by merely riding along on his finger. "oh my," he hums thoughtfully, watching as your precious little toes curl in delight

your face is much happier after your climax. steve watches curiously to see what you'll do next, staying silent as you climb off of his thumb and move to the other end of his splayed-out fingers. as you lie yourself down on your back and spread your legs out on either side of his pinky, he's again blushing deeply. "o-oh, hey little one-"

he watches as you begin pushing down to press the tip of his smallest finger up against your leaking hole. seeing how much you struggle to maneuver against him, steve takes even more pity on you. "here, doll. let me help," he decides, bringing his other arm through the unused hole in the glass. he moves it over to lift your back up gently, supporting you in a sitting position as he carefully begins easing his smallest digit up into you, smiling affectionately as you let out a soft sigh of relief

"there you go. that's it," he's murmuring encouragingly as he carefully fucks you with his pinky. your little pussy is so tight around him, he's surprised he's able to fit. but you're taking him so well, and there's something so sweet about the way you look as you sit here in his hands, letting him stretch you out over the smallest finger he has 💕

"good, just like that" "such a pretty little thing you are" "that feel good, doll?" "just keep taking it, sweetheart" "so good for me, keep going" he's not sure if you can understand his words, but there's something he finds satisfying about talking to you this way

he can somehow feel your second orgasm approaching, your walls growing a bit tighter around him as he works up his pace a little more to carry you over the edge. "there," he's humming proudly, smiling as you manage to squirt out forcefully against him. your come ✨literally sparkles✨ as it coats his finger

as you're floating down from your high, he strokes your hair with his thumb as you lean up against the rest of his hand that's behind you. your eyes are droopy, your body no longer writhing in discomfort. as questionable as his actions might've been, it's clear he's taken care of much of your discomfort- at least for now

whyyy was this hot 🫠🫠 maybe i need to write fantasy shit more often lol

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vilentia · 5 months

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Unshielded Affection

Steve Rogers x reader

In the heart of Stark Tower, amidst the hum of technology and the occasional clank of Iron Man suits, there you were, a new assistant to Tony Stark. Your presence was a breath of fresh air, a contrast to the rigid mechanics and cold steel that surrounded you. And there he was, Steve Rogers – Captain America himself – with eyes that lingered on you a moment too long, a heart ensnared by your grace.

Steve watched you from afar, his admiration a silent sentinel. In his mind, he had already built a world where you were his and his alone – his girlfriend, his wife, the mother of his children. But for now, he was just a man, albeit a superhuman one, hopelessly entangled in the web of his yearning.

"Good morning, Steve," you greeted him one day, your voice a melody that danced through the air. Polite, ever so kind, yet oblivious to the storm you stirred in him.

"Morning," he replied, his voice a rumble, like distant thunder. "You look... nice today."

You offered a smile, unaware of the depth of his obsession, how he craved to claim you as his own. In his eyes, you were perfection – someone who deserved the world, and he wanted to be the one to give it to you.

But Steve's longing was a shadow that followed him, a whisper in the dark corners of Stark Tower. He imagined conversations, moments where he could confess his feelings, but fear held him back. What if you didn't feel the same? What if he was just another face in the crowd to you?

One evening, as the city lights flickered like distant stars, Steve found you alone in the common area, lost in a book. He approached, heart pounding, a battle raging within him.

"Can I sit here?" he asked, indicating the seat beside you.

"Of course," you replied, your eyes meeting his, a galaxy of kindness within them.

They talked, about everything and nothing – about art, about the world, about dreams. And in those moments, Steve saw glimpses of a future he yearned for, a life where you were his.

But as the clock ticked, reality crept in. Steve knew he couldn't keep you in his world of fantasies. He had to act, to speak his truth.

"(Y/N), I need to tell you something," Steve began, his voice laced with a vulnerability rarely shown. "I... I've been thinking about you a lot. More than I should, perhaps."

You looked at him, a hint of surprise in your eyes, but you didn't speak.

"I want you in my life, more than just as a friend. I want you to be mine, in every way that matters," he confessed, his blue eyes burning with a fervor that matched the intensity of his words.

The air hung heavy between them, a moment stretched into eternity. And in that silence, Steve's heart raced, waiting for your response, for the verdict that would either make or break him.

In the stillness of the room, your eyes remained fixed on Steve, absorbing the raw honesty that lay bare before you. The confession echoed in your heart, a turbulent sea stirred by his words.

"Steve, I..." you began, your voice a hesitant whisper, caught between the realms of surprise and an unspoken desire. "I never thought someone like you could... could feel that way about me."

His gaze never wavered, a testament to the sincerity of his feelings. "You're not just someone, (Y/N). You're everything I never knew I was missing. I see a future with you, a hope for something more than just battles and missions. With you, I see a life."

Your heart fluttered, a bird trapped within a ribcage, yearning for the freedom his words promised. A part of you had always harbored feelings for the heroic Captain, feelings you dared not acknowledge until this moment.

Steve reached out, his hand hesitantly finding yours. The contact was electric, a connection that seemed to transcend the physical realm, bridging two hearts with a silent understanding.

"I want to be there for you, to protect you, to love you," Steve continued, his voice a fervent plea. "But I need to know... do you feel the same?"

The question hung in the air, a challenge to the walls you had built around your heart. The thought of being with Steve, of being the center of his world, was both exhilarating and terrifying. To be loved by him meant stepping into a life far removed from the ordinary – a life filled with dangers, uncertainties, but also unparalleled passion.

In his eyes, you saw the reflection of your own fears and hopes, a mirror to your soul. "Steve, I... I do have feelings for you," you confessed, your voice barely above a whisper. "But it's all so overwhelming. You're not just a man; you're a symbol, a hero."

Steve's grip on your hand tightened, a silent reassurance. "I'm just a man when I'm with you, (Y/N). A man who wants nothing more than to make you happy, to be the reason you smile. I don't want to rush you into anything. I just want you to know how I feel."

The room faded around you, the world outside ceasing to exist. It was just you and Steve, two souls laid bare in the vulnerability of the moment. The decision loomed ahead, a crossroads that would define the path of your heart.

In Steve's eyes, you saw a future filled with love, challenges, and the promise of a life less ordinary. And in that moment, you realized that perhaps the greatest adventure was not in the battles fought outside, but in the journey of the heart.

"Steve, I want to be with you," you said, the words a leap of faith into the unknown. "Let's take this one step at a time, together."

And with those words, a new chapter began – a story of love between a hero and the one who had captured his heart, a tale of two souls navigating the unpredictable waters of life, together.

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assembletheimagines · 2 years

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So Good | virgin!Steve x reader

summary: Steve accidentally creampies you

warning: accidental cream pie, smut, 18+ to interact

feedback and/or comments are always welcome :)

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Steve doesn’t realize what he had been missing until he slides in.

His eyes rolling back because he didn’t know it would be so warm and wet and squeeze him so tightly.

And the whine that comes from your mouth when he pushes to the hilt has his hips stuttering. Your walls spasming around his length as you gasp from the mere size of him.

It feels so good, too good, mind fogging good.

His big hands hold onto your waist as his heavy balls press against your ass and then he’s moving back, his veiny shaft dragging along your soaking walls, causing both of your breaths to hitch.

And then you’re sucking him back in, your pretty pussy dripping and creaming on his cock as he buries himself deeper. And he can’t get enough.

His eyes focus on where the two of you are connected as he pulls away, seeing just how much you stretch around his shaft and how your slick glistens around his base.

And then he can’t help himself, head thrown back as he bullies his cock back into your soaking pussy. He knows he should pull out but he can’t seem to, he feels his cock twitch as he unexpectedly cums.

Apologies falls from his lips as he ruts his hips against you, already pussy drunk and pushing his load deeper. He’s promising you that’ll he’ll make up for it. Still grinding his cock inside your wet cunt, each roll of his hips making a mixture of his cum and your slick drip out.

And he’s already getting hard again, the serum to blame for the stamina. But he means it when he said he’ll make up for it. Pupils blown as he meets your eyes.

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captainamericasmotercycle · 6 months

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dry humping

Kinktober Day 11 —> masterlist

pairing: steve rogers x reader

warnings: smut kind of?, minors DNI, 18+, clothed sex basically

a/n: get ready for a mass post this weekend

“Do you want to come over?” You heard Steves voice softly over the phone. He was so nervous, your relationship had just taken the next step to having sex.

It’s not that he was a virgin, he just hadn’t had someone touch him so intimately in a very long time. And it’s not that he couldn’t get someone to sleep with him, he just didn’t want a one time stranger out there reaching in to his biggest vulnerability.

“Of course I do, I’ll be over soon,” you both said your goodbyes and hung up. God, you were horny, and so was he.

You made your way over to Steve’s place where you let yourself in. When you came in you saw him sitting at his desk, working on something.

You sat down your things on the counter and coming up behind him, you draped your arms around his shoulders from behind and kissed his cheek.

He swiveled around in his office chair and smiled at you, pulling you into his lap.

“Hey,” he smiled at you with admiration.

“Hi,” you kissed him deeply. As you kissed him, you felt his erection growing underneath you.

You could get used to this.

But fuck, was he so embarrassed. He tried to push you off of him, but you weren’t budging, instead you just kissed him again, this time, adding a little movement from your body.

You slowly moved your hips against his. He flinched back at the sudden feeling.

You rocked your body against his, slowly increasing your speed. You held your hands behind his head and he held his large hands on your waist as you bounced in his lap. He let out a hot, breathy moan, making you want to move as fast as possible, you wanted him so bad, right now.

As you chased your high, you felt wetness pooling under you, you knew he had cum. Just moments after, you finished.

You knew he would feel guilty about finishing first, so you kissed his neck and smiled at him.

“I’m sorry-“

“Then make it up to me,” you winked suggestively at him, getting off his lap and leading him into the bedroom.

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