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havensins · 10 months

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Treating subspace tony, Steve, and Bucky like gentle glass, making them feel good, and doing what they ask you 😭

nonnie u gotta be somewhere in my head bc i’m in love with this concept omg. (tw, handjobs (tony), and aftercare.)

tony, bucky and steve in subspace + aftercare

for tony…. when tony falls into subspace, he falls hard. it comes when he’s been working nonstop for hours on end. when you make him take a break and just pull him into your lap so you can unwind, he’s crumbling already. his eyes go all glossy and he’s clinging onto you as if you’re the only thing keeping him grounded.

he’s so sensitive in the state too, and after working nonstop he’d be a little pent up. give him a handjob while he’s in your lap, move slowly and make sure not to tease him because he’ll get all whiny. and once he cums, it’s a necessity that you pamper him and literally never leave him without your touch.

also!! he doesn’t go nonverbal when he’s in subspace but he is a lot more emotionally sensitive than normal. praise him any moment you get!

for bucky…. bucky falls into subspace when he’s truly at his limit. when it seems as though nothing is going how he wants, his nightmares are preventing him from sleeping and all of his missions with sam have been stressful. and you can tell that all of it is piling on him but you know he needs to seek you out on his own terms.

and that’s exactly what he does. he comes home one day, absolutely exhausted and only wanting you. and he just drops to his knees right where you’re sitting at your kitchen island. his hands are behind his back and he’s looking up at you with teary eyes.

when he gets like this, he doesn’t really desire to get into anything sexual. he just wants you to pepper him in affection and praise him. better yet if he could kneel for you for a couple of hours and just get out of his head for a while.

for steve... steve mostly falls into subspace after a scene. after you’ve reduced him to a wailing mess, and he’s trying to get his breathing under control, he simply looks towards you and holds his arms out weakly.

stevie would need so much skin to skin contact. if you let go of him for even a second he’d probably be in tears. he just wants the physical reminder that you’re there. his subspace care & aftercare would go hand in hand. you’d have to clean him up the best you could since he’d have to be in a clearer headspace to let you go long enough to shower with you.

he wants you to wrap your arms around him and just hold him while the both of you watch a movie. he likes being massaged too. and steve being steve would listen to your praise and praise you too.. though of course in this state he loses his filter. “you fill me up so nice,” etc. though you never mind it.

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goodgirlofglory · 10 months

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Hey bestie, Happy Fourth of July! ❤️🤍💙🦅

Aka, happy birthday Steven Grant Rogers. 🪖💪

Usually, my go to reads consist of Bucky, but today I am feeling patriotic. So my ask includes reader giving steve a sloppy toppy 😏 💦 under the fireworks after an eventful birthday

But not just any blowjob, this is the first one that steve has gotten in 70+ yrs because he’s a grandpa that didn’t venture out into the modern world until he met reader. So now, he really understands why Bucky enjoyed his time with the ladies back in the 40’s 🇺🇸

And this blowjob in particular has him gripping whatever he can in his fists, has him moaning like a little boy, his mouth drooling, his eyes rolling, his soul leaving his body. 🙉 and reader is just talking him through it like the good girl she is 😊

Anyways, thank you for listening to my slutty asks. I hope you have a good day/evening where you are!! 🌸❤️

Bestie!!!🫶🎀🦋

Happy birthday to both Steve Rogers and the US of A🎉🎉✨️✨️✨️🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅

I'm definitely in my Bucky corner nowadays too, but there's no hardship revisiting dear Stevie boy, so in the name of patriotism, here's a little somethin somethin😉😌

Absolutely LOVE the prompt (and your slutty asks are always a fav)!!! Things got a little out of hand, so Steve ended up reeeallyyy subby in this, but I kinda like it, don't you?

Enjoy, sweetie, have a good day/night wherever you are🫶🫶🦋

In the name of patriotism / One-shot

Pairing: Inexperienced!Sub!Steve Rogers x Experienced!Soft!Domme!reader

Word count: 2,5k

Warnings: SMUUUUTT, oral (m receiving), soft domme reader, semi-public sex (oral behind the trees while there’s a party in the garden, ball-sucking, deepthroating, messy head, cum swallowing woop woop, dirty talk. Steve is very subby in this.

Summary: See delicious prompt above

“A-are you sure you’re okay w-with missing the f-f-fire-w-works?” he asks again, breath significantly more labored than just a minute ago - when you’d pinned him to the tree and gotten on your bare knees in the grass.

As you look up at his face, an explosion of glittering gold and red fireworks fills the sky above him, illuminating his strong nose, high cheekbones and blond hair tousled by his own hands raking through it. You consider his words, feeling his bulge throb under your hands - where you have them paused at his zipper. The belt you just undid hangs limp on each side of your hands, signaling how fucking close you are to the one thing you’ve been thinking about for the last hour.

Another glittering explosion in the sky, this one gold and silver, and his chest is heaving.

“View’s pretty great from here,” you say, preening as you see his furrowed expression break up in helpless laughter. He shaks his head a little, but his cock throbs again, betraying how he really feels about that comment.

It was by pure chance you walked by as Steve said it. You’d been on your way back from the bathroom when you’d halted outside the living room in Sam’s house and heard the boy’s talk through the crack in the door.

“Wait, nothing?” Sam asked incredulously.

Steve’s voice came a moment later, sounding sheepish and maybe a bit abashed.

“No. Not since the war. Sure, a kiss here and there, but you know me. I don’t get out much,” Steve’d said apologetically, and the resigned way he said it had set something off inside you.

If there were three thing Steve Rogers was not to feel, it was inadequate, undeserving and unsatisfied. It was the whole reason you’d planned this combined birthday and 4th of July-celebration, goddamn it. For Steve to feel celebrated and loved, surrounded by loved ones, doing things he enjoyed. It had been an absolute banger of an evening, and you just got the idea of how to make the night even better for him. Okay, so maybe it wasn’t completely selfless. You did have a big ol’ crush on the man. Who didn’t? And if he hadn’t had a single sexual encounter in 70+ years, you were the perfet candidate to change that.

So here you are, knees soaking in the dirt, hands dragging the zipper of his faded, blue jeans all the way down, your own breath growing choppy as you stare at the gray boxers hiding the thing you want most. There is already a wet patch in the fabric, right where the tip of his cock is outlined. Your mouth fucking salivates at the sight.

He shifts where he stands, hands clenching and unclenching at his sides, and you bask in how impatient he is, how much you can sense he wants it, even if he’s giving you every chance of an out. Polite, chivalrous man - how can he not see you’re dying to gag on his cock behind a tree in Sam’s garden - while the rest of the party’s conveniently occupied watching the fireworks?

“I just - um - you just have to know I-I-I’m not pressuring you or -” he starts, stuttering so adorably, and his words dies on a gasp of breath as you reach up and lay your hand atop his boxer-clad cock, feeling it jump at the contact. He is so sensitive.

“Don’t you want it?” you ask. It’ll be agony having to tear yourself away at this point, but you’ll do it if he says no of course. You can tell he won’t though.

“No! I mean yes! I do, I fucking do - God, so much - just-”

“Then be quiet,” you say softly. It’s honestly astounding seeing him so flustered, stumbling over his words like his mind is already going under. Big, strong man, Captain America himself, putty in your hands, fumbling and blushing, and his cock isn’t even out yet. It’s making you fucking soak your panties.

His head thumps back against the tree and he exhales like he’s relieved. Relieved it’s actually happening despite him doing his part and checking your consent. Like you weren’t the one dragging him into the bushes and telling him to stay still, winking at him while you kneeled before him.

A small sound escapes him as you pull his boxers down, letting his cock spring free before tucking the band of his boxers all the way under his balls - so you have proper access to him. You’ll accept no less, even given you have little space and even less time to do this before someone’s gonna come looking for you - it’s Steve’s party after all - and you’re the host.

He’s fucking huge, intimidatingly so, even for you. He’s pale, bright pink on the tip, hair neatly trimmed by the base. He’s long and thick, prominent veins on the underside leading up to a pronounced head with a tight frenulum you can’t wait to tease with the tip of your tongue. You hold him gently by the base as you examine him, and a clear drop of precome trickle out the slit at the tip and down his shaft as you watch. It’s unreal how gorgeous he is.

“Perfect,” you mutter, mostly to yourself, and meet his eyes as his head whips down to see you. A groan seems to tear itself from him as he lays eyes on you gazing at his cock from eye level. He ducks his head a little, almost like he’s trying to hide from the praise, and you see in the flashing light of the next firework that there’s a tell-tale blush high on his cheekbones.

Oh, he liked that.

You take him into your mouth as you hold his gaze, making him pay attention to every inch of himself disappearing slowly in between your lips. His mouth falls open as you work him deeper, tongue working to coat him in spit, cheeks hollowing in to add suction everytime you pull him out. You command he watches it all, and lets you see exactly what it does to him.

His brows crunch together and rise on his forehead, his mouth gasping wider open, his face contorts almost to a grimace and you eagerly eat it all up as you work your mouth over him again and again. You gasp off him, and he gasps with you, sounding almost pained as you tease him with your tongue, running it from root to tip and back.

He throws his head back only to whip it down seconds later, unable to keep his eyes away from it, body shuddering each time you swipe the tip of your tongue from his frenulum to his tip, swiping at the spittle of precome that it coaxes out each time.

You’re going pretty slow for someone who has such little time as you do, but you can tell it does it for him. He’s sensitive beyond all reason, and you know just a little more of this and some naughty words will get him right off that edge.

“You like it?” you ask, moving your mouth down to take his balls into your mouth.

He chokes on a groan as you latch on to one testicle, rolling it into your mouth and releasing it with a suctioning pop. His hands fists at his side before unclenching and reaching behind him, grabbing at the tree like it can save him.

“Yes,” he gasps, desperately.

You take his spit covered cock in your hand and jerk him off, fast and hard right off the bat, watching with preening satisfaction as his eyes clamp shut and his jaw drops, hips shifting restlessly, itching to thrust into your hand like he just can’t help but chase the pleasure.

“Good. I want you to come for me. Don’t hold back when you reach that edge, give it all to me,” you say, voice deliciously raspy from taking him so deep, and he’s already nodding before you’re halfway through the sentence, putty in your hands.

The fireworks above are going off full force now, painting the Captain in flashing colours of gold, red, silver, blue, green and purple, illuminating him like a fucking work of art as he gasps and groans, bites his lips red, saliva coating them and running out the side of his mouth to trickle down to his jaw. He’s such an open book, honest, body shameless in its pleasure even as he blushes bright red as he meets your eyes, seeing you staring unabashedly as you keep jerking him, suckling the other testicle.

You take him back into your mouth, pressing him all the way back and into your throat. He sounds almost alarmed as you take him down your throat again and again, pushing your limits to give him that ultimate pleasure, working what you can’t get into your mouth with a spit covered hand.

To his credit, he stays almost perfectly still like you told him to, only moving his hips whatever inches he can’t seem to control - and also trembling more and more as he nears his peak, moaning almost continually.

“Fuck,” he swears at one point, and his hand flies out to tangle in your hair, holding on with a grip that alludes to unmatched violence but keeps to a desperate cling instead, a simple gesture to keep himself grounded. You groan around his cock, encouraging and maybe a bit patronizing, even as you gag around him before pulling off with a gasp.

“Come on, baby, I’m right here. I want it all,” you say in between suckling and messily kissing the tip of his cock, jerking him for real now, hauling him to the edge.

He whimpers at your words, and you relish the vulnerability of it, how he gives himself to you so entirely.

“I want your come, sweet thing, I can feel you want to give it to me,” you say, earning another desperate whimper.

“Be good and come for me. That’s it, I’m right here, give it to me,” you babble, and his hips are thrusting into your wet fist now, mindlessly chasing that edge as his eyes lock with yours, pupils blown wide, mind empty but for your words and his need to come. It’s an absolutely gorgeous fucking sight and you don’t want to go a single day without it from now on.

You take him back down your throat and he comes fast. How can he not, it’s his first blowie in 70+ years, maybe ever - you haven’t asked him yet. Also, you’d be insulted if he didn’t come fast, given how much work you’re putting in, taking him all the way into your throat and drenching both his cock, balls and your own chin in your saliva.

You feel the way his muscles tense up long before it happens, like his whole body is going to combust on the spot, and then this tiniest, most vulnerable sound leaves him, like a choked whimper mixed with an almost woeful sigh. And then his cock is pulsing deliciously in your mouth, throbbing as he explodes, and you hum low and long in encouragement as he gives you everything he’s got, shaking and trembling through it all. Bark splinters off the tree he’s pinned against as his fists clench through it, and his cum is thick and salty and perfect on your tongue, coming out in such intense, forceful spurts you nearly choke on it.

The fireworks are dwindling a bit in the sky, but you can still enjoy the sight of Steve going limp, head thumping back against the tree as he puts a hand through his hair, the other coming forth to cradle your jaw as you keep his throbbing cock in your mouth long after you’ve swallowed all the cum.

You gently release him, coo at him when he hisses from the sensitivity, and tuck him gently back into his pants, doing up the fly and belt before kissing his bulge lovingly, hoping for a swift reunion.

Ever the gentleman, he helps you with gentle hands as you get up on your feet and before you can really think on what comes next, he’s kissing you. He cradles you close with one arm around your shoulder while the other cups your jaw and his embrace is warm and tender and needy and perfect. You put your arms around his torso, holding him tight and kissing him back, letting his tongue snake into your mouth, loving that he isn’t averse to his own taste.

You kiss long and sweetly, unrushed, and you think maybe this should’ve come before the blowjob but Steve doesn’t seem too unhappy about the turn of events, turning you around to pin you against the tree as he plasters himself against you. Are you tripping, or is he hard again?

The chatter of the party comes back to life, and you break the kiss to murmur against Steve’s lips.

“We should get back to the rest before they get suspicious.”

“Why?” Steve asks casually, and it’s your time to blush from the blatant lack of care he has for the possibility of people finding you like this. You giggle and slap his chest playfully.

“Because, it’s your party and I’m the host,” you say, but it’s a nonsense reason. You could just stay like this until everyone’s left and it’d be okay with you. Maybe you could suck him some more.

“Would you like to stay after? I’d like…um…” he seems to struggle to put to words what he wants, kissing you hard before just saying “more”.

You giggle again and he smiles against your lips.

“You’re so good with your words, Captain” you tease.

He groans and his arms pull at your hips to grind his bulge into your stomach.

“Nothin' like you. Fuck, that fucking mouth of yours drove me crazy,” he groans, never pulling back more than just enough to get his words out between your mingling breaths. “I’d like to return the favor.”

And a thrill goes up your spine and shivers down it at the promise in his voice, the breathless desire that manifests there, and you nod eagerly just as Sam’s voice cuts through the chatter out in the yard, calling for both you and Steve.

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers fanfic #steve rogers x y/n #steve rogers smut #4th of july #sub!steve rogers x domme!reader #sub!steve rogers #sub!steve rogers x soft!domme!reader #im not from the us btw #but i could celebrate the 4th of july if it meant sucking off steve rogers next to a tree

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ketchupcrisp · 1 year

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It’s Dissolution’s turn this week! Steve and Tony start to really dig into the heart of their biggest issues, which basically involved me sitting at my computer sniffling for three chapters straight (and counting.)

DepressionBeard!Steve says go read it now! (Or, you know. When you have time.)

#fic friday #Dissolution #sub!steve rogers #dom!tony stark #stony #d/s verse

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welikeimagines-andfandoms · 7 months

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Kinktober Day 5: Collaring- Steve Rogers

Summary: Steve had a really difficult mission but you show him how much of a good boy he is

Word Count: 2,343 words

For a long time Steve had to look out for himself, I mean of course he had Bucky but at the end of the day when he was alone, he was really alone. Now he had a team, people who depended on him and that he needed to look after. He always felt uncomfortable asking for help or asking for people to look after him, so he always threw himself right into saving and looking after everyone else.

He was in charge and if something went wrong, if he failed to look after his team, his people, then he began to hate himself. Self doubt and loathing would creep its way into his mind and consume him.

It had been a hard mission, half the team needing medical treatment and the other half so exhausted they could barely put on their belts on the quinjet. Steve had failed them and it ate him up inside. He was in charge, it was his job. Nat and Tony always tried to remind him that they were a team and he didn’t have to beat himself up but he couldn’t help it.

He walked to your room as soon as he got off the jet, feeling like his tired and guilt ridden body was drawn to you, like sailors who were lured to sirens at sea. The closer he got to your room, the stronger the thread on his heart pulled him toward you.

Once he stepped in your door you knew what was wrong. He simply placed down his bag and stared at the floor, swaying a little as his mind seemed to slip alway.

“Oh, Stevie, baby.” You gently cooed as you began to walk over to him. Taking his sullen face in your hands he began to nuzzle into them, craving the contact you gave.

“I need you.” He said sighed against your hand.

“I’m right here, darling.” You told him as you stood a little closer to him.

“No. I need to look after you. Please make me do whatever you need, please control me, guide me, please let me help you.” He pleaded with you weakly as one of his hands began to gently hold your hip.

You knew exactly what he meant by this. Sex with Steve was always amazing but nothing really over the top. It’s not like you had boring vanilla missionary sex or anything but it was pretty common things, nothing super kinky. However when Steve got this way and needed your help that’s when one kink Steve did have came out.

Knowing what he meant you gently kissed him and put your hands on his shoulders.

“On your knees, Stevie. Come on, be a good boy.” You told him softly as he began to fall to his knees. Once he was on the ground you took his face in your hands, making him look up at you.

“You gonna look after me, baby boy?” You ask him softly as you begin to stroke the side of his face.

“Yes, I’ll do a good job, mistress.” Steve sighed out as his eyes began to close, nuzzling into your hand.

“Okay, sweet boy, strip down for me and mistress will get your collar.” You tell him gently as you squat down and kiss his nose sweetly before disappearing into the bathroom where you keep all your toys.

Returning back into the room not a moment later you were met with a beautiful sight. Steve Rogers, Captain America himself, naked on his knees with his hands behind his back and his cock twitching. God you’re luckiest woman alive.

Walking over to the super soldier with collar and lead in hand, you sway your hips a little more than needed, knowing it would get him even more excited.

Standing in front of him now, you lightly kiss the tip of his nose again.

“Okay, sweet boy, before we start I need you to tell me your colours and what they mean. Okay, baby?” You ask him with a sweet smile.

“Green means keep going, mistress. Yellow means stop and check in and red means stops everything, mistress.” He replied never breaking eye contact with you, wanting to be such a good boy for you.

“Good boy.” You coo leaning down to attach his collar and leash.

Once you’ve got a good grip on the lead you use it to push his face into yours in a heated kiss. You grab onto his face and your lips clash together. Once he starts moaning and whimpering into the kiss you pull away, see him all flushed and panting.

Standing up you look down onto him, your stare almost too intense for him but he doesn’t dare break eye contact.

“Hands and knees, Captain.” God he loved it when you called him that, he loved when you were in charge, he loved being made to do things for you. You were always sweet at the start but as you both got into it you went into drill sergeant mode and it went straight to his dick.

Times like this helped him so much because he knew what he needed to do and he could do it. It was a safe space for him to take orders and do a good job. No stress of being in charge or messing up, just him being a good boy and doing anything you needed.

“Come on, Captain, we’re gonna go for a walk.” You pull on his lead again as he’s on all fours, making him jerk for forward with a moan.

You walk him in a small circle around the open space of your room and he’s more than happy to comply, happy to have you lead the way and make him do whatever you want.

Now returned back to your original position you tug him forward until your sat legs wide open on your bed and Steve at your feet.

“Undress me, Captain and then we’ll see how useful you can be.” You tell him, grabbing his chin in a tight grip and looking right into his eyes.

“Yes, mistress.” Was all he could say as he got to work taking off your top, sweat pants, underwear and bra, all while on his knees like the good obedient boy he was.

Once you were undressed he sat between your spread legs on his knees with his hands in your lap looking at you, giving you direct eye contact and waiting for his next instructions.

“You want to look after me? You want to be a good boy for your mistress?” You ask his seductively as you lazily turn his head left to right with the lead in your hand.

“Yes, mistress, I want to be such a good boy for you.” He begged, looking like he was about to cum there and then.

“Well,” you said sternly, grabbing his chin and the collar harshly again, bringing his face right up to your own as you bend down to look at him, “you get on your hands and knees like the little slut you are and you eat my pussy. You be a good boy and make mistress cum and then she might let you fuck her sweet pussy. Is that understood, Captain?” You ask him gruffly, now pulling his hair.

Your roughness making him moan and gasp with every harsh action and dirty word that came out of your mouth.

“Yes, mistress, I’ll be a good little slut for you. Just give the chance to make you cum and I’ll do it, I’ll be a good boy.” He pleads, giving you the sweetest puppy dog eyes.

“Good.” Was all you said simply before kissing him, laying down on the bed and pulling him towards you a hard tug on his lead, forcing his head right into your pussy.

As soon as his head landed into your pussy he got straight to work, licking and sucking at your pussy, knowing where and how to move his tongue and make you feel good.

With his hands still on his knees he still does an amazing job at making your toes curl and your head spin with just his very talented tongue.

Your legs now on his shoulders, hands shoved into his hair and a tight grip on lead, both hands working to push his face deeper into your pussy. Steve was very talented and it didn’t take long before your knuckles went white in his hair, hand twirling around his lead getting a tighter grip and thighs wrapping around his head.

A loud moan ripped through your body and thighs almost crushing his head as your orgasm hit you suddenly and powerfully. Your head falls back on the bed as you legs go limp and the grips on both Steve hair and his lead go loose. Fluttering your eyes quickly you slowly rise and gently take Steve’s face between both of your hands and kissing him gently.

“You did so well, Captain. You’re such a good boy, you did a good job, baby.” You say to him gently as you stroke his face as you slip slightly out of your dominant state.

“Thank you, mistress.” He gasps as he leans more into your hands. Steve’s eyes closing as he relishes in the feel of your soft hands on his face.

“Do you want to fuck me now, baby? You’ve been such a good boy. Show me how good you can fuck me, Captain!” You demand as you quickly stand, your dominance returning as you pull him into the bed by his lead.

Pulling on his lead roughly you manoeuvre Steve behind you, his lead falling over your shoulder as you lean your ass back onto him.

“Touch me, sweet boy, fuck mistress hard and rough like the good boy you are.” You whisper roughly into his ear as you pull him further onto your body.

“Yes, mistress.” He stuttered out as he grabbed onto your hips. You push your ass back onto him as soon as you feel his hands on your hips.

He entered you slowly and started playing with you clit, he was being so gentle and genuine, making love to you. You’d think it was sweet if you didn’t know the reason he was having sex with you like this.

Knowing he was holding back you grip onto he lead again and roughly bring his ear back to your face.

“Captain, you’re not going to break me. Fuck mistress hard and fast. Come on, Stevie, you’ve been such a good boy for me, taking orders and looking after me so good, don’t ruin it now.” You encourage him, knowing he just needs reminding that you want this and that he’s doing well.

With this bit of encourage Steve take a hold of your hips with a bruising force and shoves you back onto his cock. You let out a loud moan and it’s like that erotic sound switches something in Steve and he finally begins to fuck you, just the way you asked him to.

You push your ass back even further, arching your back and pushing your face into the mattress. Steve’s hips slam into you with bruising force and so fast it makes your head spin. Your once quiet bedroom now filled with the sound of your bed creaking, Steve’s loud and powerful grunts and your moans and sighs.

Every time you tell him how good he’s doing, how well he’s looking after you and especially when you call him a good boy he just fucks into you harder and harder.

“Mistress, I’m gonna cum.” He tells you between gritted teeth, trying to talk while he fucks into you.

Pulling on his lead again to remind him who’s really in charge you manage to bring his face down, his whole chest now lying on your back.

“You wouldn’t cum before you make mistress cum on your cock would you, Captain?” You ask him warningly

“Aaa- ah nnn-nooo… mistress!” He manages to get out in between thrusts, trying so hard to be good and not cum.

“Goooodd boy, Stevie. Play with mistresses clit. Be a good boy and make me cum, baby boy.” You manage to get out quite clearly, despite the giant super soldier fucking you into the bed.

Quickly his talented fingers made their way down your hip, across your stomach and onto your clit. He began lightly rubbing but with one pull on his leash he knew you wanted it faster. Being the good boy he is Steve rubbed you hard and fast as his thrusts did the same.

It didn’t take long before you felt that familiar feeling inside you and your body began to quake as a scream left your body, your pussy convulsing hard against Steve’s huge cock.

Feeling this Steve knew he couldn’t hang on much longer and so did you. Grabbing his leash one last time you bring his face right next to yours.

“Come on, Stevie. Cum for me, darling. Cum inside my pussy.” You told him weakly but your voice still laced with dominance and care.

Steve, being the rule following soldier he is, didn’t need to be told twice. As soon as you gave that order he grunted loudly before shoving his cock as far inside you as he could and releasing himself deep inside you.

After such a powerful orgasm Steve fell landing almost right on top of you but managed to roll just far enough not to crush you. Both of you just stayed laying there trying to catch your breaths as you looked at each other.

“Feeling a bit better, love.” You after Steve sweetly as you gentle release his collar from around his neck, throwing it to the floor for now.

“Yeh. Better now.” Was all Steve could manage with a blissed out smile on his face.

“Come on, soldier boy, let’s get you into the shower.” You tell him, giggling at his state as you take both of his big hands in yours, pulling him up.

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slothspaghettiwrites · 2 years

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Body Worship/Praise + "Are you gonna cry for me? Tastes so much fuckin sweeter when you cry." with subby bottom preserum Steve 🥰

😈😈😈😈😈

Shining Star

Warnings: BDSM relationship, mentions of past scenes that are a different tone, modern AU, body worship, dracaphilia but make it sweet, tough babies need soft love too 😤

Relationship: Sub!Preserum!Steve Rogers x Dom!Reader

"Are you going to cry for me, baby?" You whisper against his hip bone. Steve's breath hitches again as you kissed more of his flesh.

"No," he lies even as his eyes burning with tears. His hands shake next to him. You told him to lay back, not move and to relax. You wanted to try something outside of your usual scenes. Steve is used to you using him, playing with him, taunting him while his arousal only got higher and higher, until he was on the verge of cumming or having an asthma attack.

Your lips are barely touching him and feels wrung out already. Every part of him shakes as you keep kissing his skin with a feather light touch. Steve is so used to your firm hand, grabbing his nape or his hips. He loves that you aren't scared to manhandle him around to fit your needs. But the gentleness of your lips on his skin is breaking him into a million pieces.

When the first tear slips down his cheek, he chokes on a sob. He didn't want to cry, but there was no stopping it.

"I love you," you murmur into his knee as you start making your way back up his body. "You are a shining star, Steve Rogers, and I am hopelessly lost without you in my life. You make me selfish, keeping you all to myself like, hiding away your light. But you give so much of it up to everyone, everyday. You care so much. I am in awe of your beautiful soul."

He draws in an uneven breath that rattles his chest, not one that has him reach for his inhaler, but one that has him reaching for you. His fingers fumble for your hands at his waist. He weaves them together, needs to be grounded before he sinks into the depth of your praise.

Steve doesn't know what he feels when you kiss his chest, right over his rampantly beating heart. It's all too much and not enough.

"Please," he squeezed your fingers, the tears still falling. "Can't- I need-"

One of your hands breaks away from his grip to swipe away the tears. Steve watches through blurry eyes as you bring the wetness to your lips and taste him. Another sob hitches in his throat as you hum, lower yourself until your face is right next his. Your nose brushes against his and his eyes cross you're so close, but he needs you closer.

"Tastes so much sweeter when you cry." Your lips bump against with every word you say before you slip your tongue into his mouth. You move the hand his still holding up above his head, pinning him just like you like. He can feel the weight of you against him. It sinks into him, brings a warmth to his body that settles in his bones.

Your tongue moves in and out of his mouth lazily, fucking it like the world has stopped turning. The slow, repeated action heats his blood, makes his cock strain against your hip. He'd been somewhere between soft and half hard for most of the afternoon and now he is finally going to get his release. You break the kiss with a gasp, lifting up your hips just enough to reach for his cock.

The first touch of your palm against his heated flesh brings a fresh wave of tears. Once the gates have been opened, there is no stopping them. Steve cries as you stroke his cock, as you mumble praise into his lips and moan into his mouth like his pleasure is yours.

"Love you," he whimpers. "Love you, please, love, you-you, love."

It doesn't make sense and his voice sounds wet and slurred from crying, but he needs you to know that he loves you too. Before everything slips away and he can't think, Steve needs you to know he loves you with his whole being. His cock is steadily leaking precum and his balls feel tight and he tries to stay relaxed but his muscles are drawing tight, ready to sink into the deep depths of nothingness.

"Let go for me, baby, I've got you."

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chrisdrysdale · 2 years

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day 11 after care with sub!steve Rogers

+18 only

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A/N: so this is interesting.. there shall be no smut in this one, just fluff, so take the digital touch-some-grass moment and enjoy. 197 words

“Goodbye Steve” she said nonchalantly, throwing her coat on and leaving the bedroom. Steve froze, still laying on the bed, stark naked. He really didn’t know how to feel.. she was so rough, he felt… used.

You were walking back to your shared apartment where you saw Steve’s current girlfriend leaving the room, hair frazzled and makeup smudged. Ah.. sex, you thought to yourself, giving her a friendly nod and unlocking your door, walking in. “Steve? I just saw Alissa. Had a good time?”

There was no response

You began taking stuff out for dinner “Steve? What are you in the mood for?”

Still no response

You got curious and walked to his room before sticking your head in. “Steve?” There was no response again, only sniffles. You walked closer to the bed. “Hey Stevie, what wrong?“ you spotted the way the covers were pulled, he was still naked, then it clicked. She just left. Anger fuelled inside you, but that wasn’t for now.

You and Steve, had slept together in the past. It wasn’t a relationship or anything, it’s was just.. stress relievers. You knew he was submissive, you knew how he needed to be treated afterwards. “Would you like me to clean and cuddles you, baby?”

He looked up at you confused. “W-why?” you smiled at him “because you need and deserve it” You slowly got up and grabbed a damp cloth. “Steve? C-can i pull the covers back?” He nodded and you pulled the covers back, his cock, flaccid and sticky, her wetness running down his balls. You wiped him down gently before noticing forming bruises on his ass. ''Oh Stevie'' you frowned, gently pressing your warm hand against his left cheek causing him to whimper. You stood back up and pulls off your clothes, tossing them on the floor and sliding into to bed beside him. ''Would you like me to hold you Steve?'' you asked, Steve scooted closer to you, burring his face in your boobs. You gently stroked his hair before speaking. ''I don't think you should be with her anymore'' Steve whimpered. ''I don't want to be... want someone else'' You stroked from his hair to the base of his back. ''Oh yeah? who?'' ''you'' Steve mumbled against your skin. You smile softly and go to look down to respond but he's already asleep. ''Later'' you whisper to him.

''Later''

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bubblessunshinehoney · 2 years

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Day 11- Aftercare with Sub!Steve Rogers

18 + only! NO MINOR INTERACT

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A/N: hey guys, i have to repost all of my 18 days of Kinktober for now. Because my account got suspended last night. Many of you might have read them already, and maybe many more of you might read it for the first time. I'm not someone who asks for reblogs, likes are find by me. But for this one time...i would be very grateful if you could reblog it. To help me go back in the game. I'm sad that i lost all my works. But so grateful i wrote them on Word... Or i would have lost literally months of prepration.

So yeah, Hi again, i'm back, hopping to get back my first account.

Enjoy,

Cloudy

Don't be shy to comment, reblog or like! :)

TW: none, mention of sex, fluff, aftercare, baby stevie.

not beta read, english is not my first language, all mistakes are my own

Captain America, the big and strong super hero, was pouty in your hands. The face of heroism and strength became a little lamb in the privacy of your home. And you loved him for it.

You just finish and intense scene. Steve is sweaty, red and cock twitching on the bed. His eyes are unfocused and he’s searching for you, when he gets hold of you, he’s quick to flush himself against you, nipping at your skin until he has a nipple in his mouth, sucking on it softly and whimpering.

Yes America golden boy loves to nurse on your breasts. He loves it even more when you’ve pushed him to his limits. You stroke his head, praising him and saying how much you love him. He grinds some more against you thighs, looking at you with drowsy eyes. He’s your best boy, your perfect puppy, the man you love and cherish. You let him loose control, taking it for him in the bedroom. He loves when you dictate him what to do, when you’re controlling his pleasure and he loves even more the aftercare, especially today. It was a hard day for him, he had too much to answer to, too much to deal with so when he came home, he asks you to wreck him, makes him forget about his duty. He just wanted to be Steve. And you gave it to him. Now the golden boy he’s nursing your left nipple, grabbing and massaging your body. You’re whispering how much you’re proud of him, how much you love him and how much he means to you. Slowly, his eyes focus again, slowly you can see his mind clearing up, the fog disappearing. He smiles around your nipple, he hugs you just slightly tighter. You trace his face and he closes his eyes, content on his features. He’s happy and relax all thank to you.

“wanna take off the plug baby?”, you ask him in a murmur. He shakes his head and flushes himself more against you.

“Wanna continue to suck on mommy tits while she keeps you warm?”. You know, he wants it. His cock chubbing already. And you know it’s the best way to make him come out of subspace. Let him take back the control he gave you, he’s gonna wreck you and you can’t wait, even if it takes two hours.

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havensins · 11 months

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Topping Steve Rogers when suddenly he goes cross eyed?

oh this definitely has my attention..

steve who’s deep in subspace, letting you have your way with him. his hands are tied and he doesn’t even bother with hiding the sounds he makes any more.

he feels you tap his cheek, “eyes on me stevie, you know you’re supposed to watch me,” you’d mutter, and he’d try his hardest to keep his eyes open but with the way you’re fucking him, he just couldn’t help it.

while trying to follow your rule, his eyes begin to cross. at the sight, you smirk. “would you look at that.. have i fucked you dumb, captain?” you’d ask rhetorically, and watching as he nods. “what a sight, captain america going cock drunk,” you’d tease, pressing his hips into the sheets and fucking him with reckless abandon.

in the morning when you’d recall this night, his cheeks would flush red and he’d be embarrassed for how he acted, but in the moment, he had no care in the world as your thrusts punched a moan from his lungs.

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marvelslittlewhore · 1 year

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Naughty Captain

PAIRING | sub!Steve x dom!reader

SUMMARY | Your Stevie decided to break your rules and now he's going to get punished.

WARNINGS | 18+ MDNI! smut, porn w/o plot, use of toy, cockring, orgasm denial, captain kink, mommy kink, handjob

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He knew he shouldn't have done it. He knew there were cameras all over the house. He knew you could see him fucking his fleshlight. He'd bought it without your permission, he saw it in a video on pornhub and wanted it. He saw how the man was a moaning mess and how fast he came and Steve wanted it. He needed it. He promised to himself that it would be the only thing he'd buy behind your back. He just wanted to try it. So he did.

You came home from work ready to confront Steve when you had the brilliant idea to take him out and use the vibrating cockring on him while out in public.

"Stevie, come here now!" Steve came strutting into the living room you two share.

"Yes?" He said with fake innocence.

"Get in the goddamm bedroom now damnit," you yelled angrily. He ran upstairs to the bedroom with you walking behind.

Now that you're in your shared bedroom, you've asked Steve to pull his pants down.

"What are you doing mommy?"

"Cockring."

"NO PLEASE NO, I HATE IT!"

"Too bad captain, you chose to touch yourself, use a fleshlight, one that I didn't even buy, and now you're gonna get punished for it," You said while kneeling and putting the vibrating cockring on your husband. You made sure to jerk him a few times before to make him hard.

"Now pull your pants up and get in the car we're going to the mall."

After getting in the car, you turned the vibrations to the lowest setting. You even made him drive to be mean. Fuck, he just wanted to pull over and cum. He doesn't regret buying the fleshlight though he's glad he bought it. He loved risky stuff in public.

When you arrived at the mall, your first shop, you hit, was Victoria Secret. You wanted to tease your poor Stevie.

"Stevie, go pick out mommy some lingerie please. I'll be in the second dressing room waiting," you said as you turned the vibrations up.

"Fuc- yes, mommy."

Steve walked in on you being naked already.

"Oh and captain, you're buying all of these since you wanna spend your money, of course."

"I picked out some of the Valentine's collection mommy."

The first thing you picked out from his selection was a black corset with sheer sleeves with pink and red embroidered hearts on them with matching bottoms.

"Fuck, mommy I love it."

"You did good captain," you said as you turned the vibrations half way up.

"Fuck- mommy please can I cum? Please?."

"Stay quiet captain."

He managed not to cum through you trying on your lingerie.

After you Stevie bought the lingerie you had turned the vibrations lower to make sure he wouldn't cum.

Next stop Build-A-Bear.

All you wanted was was a regular bear dressed as your little Stevie.

"Come here captain I want you to pick between the dark and the light brown bear."

"The lighter bear."

You turned the vibrations up because he picked the right choice.

"Good job Stevie. You're doing good for me, now let's pick an outfit."

"Black widow, Thor, or You?"

"Black widow is so hot but I'll pick me."

"Good I agree... with both."

Again you turned the vibrations up even higher.

"Mommy I really need to cum, fuck," Steve whimpered quietly.

"We're almost finished captain, just need to buy the bear."

As soon as you payed, Steve sprinted to the doors out to your 1949 mercury.

You decided to drive this time, you were finally gonna let your poor little captain cum.

"Ok, captain, pull your cock out."

He pulled his cock out as fast as he could. His cock was dripping precum an very red especially the tip.

You finally turned the vibrations up all the way while violently jerking him off with your right hand. You didn't even bother leaving the damn parking lot. You started jerking him off with your left hand while rubbing the palm of you hand on his tip.

"FUCK IM GONNA CUM! MOMMY 'M GONNA CUM!"

"Cum captain."

"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck mommy."

He came all over your hands and the seat. He couldn't stop trusting into your hand.

"Thank you mommy."

You wiped him and yourself off and started driving off.

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i3bucky · 2 years

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— DEE! black. all pronouns. top/dom!reader only!

MCU WRITINGS! steve rogers, bucky barnes (<3), sam wilson, tony stark, peter parker, thor odinson, loki laufeyson, steven grant & marc spector, stephen strange.

STRANGER THINGS WRITINGS! i will write for eddie munson, steve harrington, and jonathan byers! i will not be writing for billy hargrove :)

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bucky-boo-bear · 2 years

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Birthday boy

Pairing: Sub!Steve Rogers x reader summary: Steve gets some action on his birthday. Maybe more than he asked for. Warnings: Smut(Hand-job, Restraints, Begging, Edging, Tickle Torture) Fluff, insecure Steve? Subspace, Aftercare. Word count:670+

A few more laughs made their way out of his mouth before he finally settled down enough to be reminded of his painfully hard cock. God was this tickle torture something. He remembers the smirk on your face when he had initially asked you to do this as his other birthday gift (You were the one who asked his opinion. It’s not his fault that he wanted that). Oh! He should have known then that this was going to be trouble. It wasn’t that he was not enjoying this. He was, but after being edged so many times, he lost count after 5, he just wanted to cum. “Please…” He sobbed.

“Please what Angel?” He hated the way you sounded as if you hadn’t been edging him for the last two hours or even more.

“P… Please. Please let me cum. Please. I- I’ll be so… so good. Please. Just let me cum.” You hummed in response but said nothing more, making him sob into the blindfold you had wrapped around his eyes earlier. Some time passed, making him more and more aware of the position he was in. His legs were spread eagle and tied to a padded table like thing which could be adjusted by you. His cock twitching where it laid against his stomach. It was built especially for scenes like this. His hands were stretched and tied above his head. He was totally open for you to use.

It made him feel exposed and humiliated. But it felt good in a way. He knew if you wanted to then you wouldn’t let him cum. At all. The thought made him a bit insecure. What if you didn’t think he was good enough sub? What if you were mad? He wasn’t sure if he could take any more of the edging.

“Hey…” A soft voice broke him from his thoughts. “You with me?” He swallowed before answering. “Yeah”

“Okay.” You started pumping his dick again, making him arc his back. “Cum whenever you want baby.” It didn’t take long for the warm feeling to return, bringing to the edge almost instantly but something was missing, not letting him feel the euphoric high just yet.

“It’s okay Angel. Go ahead. Cum for me. Show me what a good boy you can be.” That was it. Your voice. It sent him over the edge, making him see stars. His body convulsed as his cock shot ropes of cum onto his stomach, even getting some on your hand. You continued to jerk him off until his body was lifting off of the table and arching at an almost painful angle towards your hand. He panted as he slowly came down from the high.

His head and body felt heavy and he felt as if he was floating in fog. He could barely make out the feeling of your hands as you undid the straps and restraints. He felt something cool rub over his stomach. Then he was being lifted off the table and onto something soft. He slowly blinked his eyes open. The world around him seemed hazy. He could feel your fingers carding through his sweat slicked hair.

Blinking his eyes to try and focus on your face, he gave a small smile as your face came into his view, just realizing that you must be laying down beside him.

“How’re you feeling?” You asked, wanting to make sure that he was ok. “Good” He answered, words slurring a little. “Your hands don’t hurt, do they?” “No”

You attempted to ask him to move to the bedroom but he was already half asleep. With a soft smile adoring your face, you pressed a kiss to his forehead and slid down a little to get comfortable, almost laughing out loud when he nuzzled his face into your chest like a cat. Covering both of you with the blanket, you let the sleep overtake you, hoping for your dreams to be filled with images of the love of your life, Steve Rogers, only.

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littlelioncub43 · 2 years

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horny mommy kink thots you say? I'm thinking sending your bb justin a joi video when he's away at college? or a lactation kink w/ skinny!steve?

Lac— LACTATION KINK WITH PRESERUM!STEVE?????

Preserum!Steve likes tiddies. I like to think it started when you rode him for the first time, your tits pushed into his face, his eyes shut as he nuzzled into them. Then you told him to suck on them, and it was like something deep inside of him just switched on— it was like second nature. He was a soft grunter normally, but the moment he got your titty in his mouth he was full on moaning, his whole body writhing and moving passionately as he suckled. When he came, he muffled his scream of "Mommy" into your cleavage. He was dazed, fucked out, and deeeeeeep in that subspace for the first time.

I may sound uncool, but whats a joi video???

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slothspaghettiwrites · 2 years

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I’m not saying I need to know what mommy is gonna do to Steve but…..I kinda do….

It is finally time 😌

Indulge with me

Warnings: Sub!Steve Rogers, Orgyverse AU, mentioned Stucky, background Aged Up!Justin Capshaw, Mommy!Reader, prostate massage, prostate milking, a bit of religion chat, cumming untouched, written on my phone and unedited

"Stevie, now I know you and Bucky have a certain way of doing punishment."

Mommy doesn't touch him as they walk into the well lit playroom. Justin stands quietly next to the door. Steve trembles, unsure of what he's to do while you stares at him, assessing him, sizing him up, trying to read his mind. He doesn't know, all he knows is that he fucked up and he's waiting for his penance.

Panic makes his chest rise and fall faster. What is Mommy going to do to him? Kneeling, whipping, denial? Bucky has made him do all three at the same time before while reciting rosary prayers. Every falter meant another lash, another time the machine would turn on again to fuck him until he was almost cumming.

"But that has never truly been my style. Justin knows this better than anyone. I like to indulge, spoil you boys when I'm here. It's what Mommy does. Do you want to be spoiled?"

"I want to be forgiven, please," he whispers, he can't seem to raise his voice any higher.

"That's not the question I asked." Your voice turns stern, still somehow soothing to his ears.

"By you, yes, ma'am," he confesses, a weight lifts off his shoulders. He's told the truth. That has to count for something. The sooner punishment is over the better. He always feels whole again after a punishment.

Steve feels a flicker of fear when Mommy smiles at him.

"Take your clothes off please," you request.

It should be simple, but he's self conscious suddenly. Everyone has seen him naked before. Steve was even prideful that first time because his cock is so much bigger. He could pleasure Mommy so much better than Justin if you just let him show you.

He is nervous now. Both of you watch his every move. The way he removes his shirt and trouser, carefully folding them before removing his undershirt and socks. He stands in his loose white boxers trying to decide if you also means these.

"You're very sweet, Stevie, innocent despite all this somehow." You coo at him. "But we are here to indulge, take off your boxers too."

He swallows around the nervous, giddy lump in his throat. Steve is half hard already just from the way you're looking at him. He doesn't even register that Justin is still in the room when you are walking up to him. You touch his tattoo covered chest, fingers feather light against his skin. You trace his muscles slowly until he squirms.

"Tell me how you feel, Stevie."

"Hot," he breathes, the words coming out before he can think. "Prideful, guilty, envious, lustful." He tries to cover up, list things that make actual sense for this situation.

Your fingers trail further down his stomach until you're tracing the tattoo above his cock. He feels like he's vibrating, anticipating when you will finally touch him.

"Prideful, yes I do believe that's how you looked your first night here. Guilt is boring Stevie. Lustful, how can you not be." Your smile is down right sinful. "But envious? What could you possibly be jealous of?"

He clears his throat to speak, but then your fingers wrap around his cock and he can't think. A choked sound leaves his mouth at the light touch, blush spreading across his cheeks.

"You're handsome, tall, muscular, got a cock made for fucking people stupid," you purr against his lips. "What or who are you envious of, Stevie?"

You pump him slowly, tightening your first around the wet head of his cock.

"Him," he finally whimpers, a blush spreading down to his chest. "Jealous of him."

A smile splits across your face, lips brushing against his cheek. It's not a kiss. He knows that. But he wishes it was. He did a good thing, he confessed.

"You hear that, Puppy? Doesn't that make you feel good, makes Mommy's praise all the more real."

"Just makes you the prettiest," the other boy pouts from behind Steve.

"Thank you, Puppy." You squeeze Steve's cock hard before letting him go. "Now for you, Stevie, why don't you get up on the table, lay on your back, and I'll spoil you just like you want."

Steve looks over his shoulder, and for a moment he swears Justin looks smug, but he can't linger on that. You grab his cock again and tug. He goes to the massage table without any more thought. You arrange his body gently, like he's precious and sacred. The table moves with him, shifts and lifts until he's knees are raised and spread apart.

His breaths come in quick pants, the position is exposing. His hard cock leaks against his stomach as you stand between him fully clothed.

"Are you warm enough? Comfy?" You ask, placing your hands on his knees. Your thumbs make slow circles against his skin and he flushes hotter.

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Perfect, honey, just tell me if you want anything."

Your hands disappear for a moment underneath the table. They reappear with an open bottle. You coat your hands in oil and begin massaging his thighs, moving higher and higher. He sinks into the feeling, letting his eyes close and mouth open. When your fingers tease his perineum, he asks for more. He wants more.

"Please, inside me."

You praise him. He asked for what he wanted. "Bucky is so lucky to have such a good boy like you, Stevie. Sounding as sweet as you do, so polite."

Your finger slips into him easily, soft and slick against his ass. A second quickly follows. His hips buck on the table and his knees shake when you press your thumb down at the same time as curling your two fingers up.

Steve whimpers. You massage his prostate slowly, stroking his channel with practiced ease. A pressure builds at the base of his spine. Already he feels like he's going cum. His moans turn into whines as you keep pace. Never too fast, and not moving your other hand to his cock.

"Can-can I cum, please?" He pleads.

"Of course, Stevie, I am here to spoil you. You have all of my attention honey. Make a mess for me."

It starts in his toes, a rush of feeling that bursts through him until his eyes roll back in his head. He can't breathe, he can't see, he can't speak. He's never cum like. This feels endless and like his soul is spurting out his dick in great rushes.

"Well done, Stevie, just relax into it. Such a good job for me, so fast. Such an easy boy for me."

Your other hand finally wraps around his cum-smeared cock. Steve chokes on his saliva when you start stroking him. Your fingers still hold pressure against his prostate and he feels a burn in his spine. You're going to make him cum again, which makes no sense but his cock is trying. Tears slip down his cheek as his cock aches.

"I don't think-"

"Ssshhh, Stevie, indulge me with me, let go and let me pleasure you. This is what you wanted right?"

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