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princess-of-riviaa · 4 years

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Nothing to Prove

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Everyone and their mother is convinced Captain America is a righteous man, but you’re determined to find his dark side.

Author’s Note: I’ve had ideas for a Steve Rogers floating around in my head since I started writing fics on tumblr about a month ago. I’m so happy I finally got around to writing one, though I am definitely willing (and eager) to write more for Captain America, so if you have any ideas feel free to shoot me a request!

Warning(s): NSFW, dom!Steve Rogers, rough sex, choking, blowjob, overstimulation, it’s pretty long so buckle up

You couldn’t stand Steve Rogers. Captain America you were fine with. Captain America wasn’t a person; Captain America was an idea, a moral code that some people spent their entire lives trying to follow. But Steve Rogers... the people expected the man underneath the suit to be just as holy as the Nazi-killing hero. What pissed you off was that he let them believe he was just as perfect as the Captain. He let the world make him out to be more than a man. He let the world believe he was nothing more than a justice-driven protector of Earth. That was what pissed you off. The fact that he’d worked so hard to convince the world that he was more than human--and that he’d done such a good job at that he’d even convinced himself, too. The world didn’t believe Steve Rogers had a dark side. Steve Rogers didn’t believe it, either.

But your entire career was built on exploiting the darkness in every human soul, and you were good enough at your job that you knew it existed in even the most innocent-seeming people. There was a dark side to Steve, a monster he kept hidden under the surface, and you were going to unleash it.

...

You found Steve in the conference room. He sat behind the desk, too busy flipping through notebooks and writing things down to notice you enter the room.

Your hips swayed as you neared him, bringing the open bottle of cheap wine to your mouth as you did so. You took a big gulp of the bitter liquid before setting it down on the long conference table, the sound of its clatter finally making Steve look up at you.

“I thought you went home,” was all he bothered to say to you.

Steve liked you just as much as you liked him. Which is to say, you hardly tolerated each other’s presence. But Steve, always the gentleman, was determined to kill you with kindness. You could see his disdain for you every time he looked at you. You would have stayed away from him--you didn’t need everyone in the world to like you, especially not the superficial Captain America--but there was something about him that called to you. Whether it was the way his eyes flashed with a hint of something dark just before he looked away from you, or the way his voice didn’t waver when he was barking orders and making his authority clear, or the way you could always feel his eyes on your body when you wore your favorite tight dresses...

You stopped when you were halfway to him, several feet of conference table still between you. Your hip rested against the edge of it as you said, “This table, the wood it’s made of... it’s very strong. Very... durable.”

You smiled to yourself as you caught his eyes lock on your finger dragging an invisible mark into the wood of the table. “I’ve never noticed.”

“Really?” You raised a disbelieving brow. “So you’ve never thought about how hard you’d have to fuck a woman into it before it broke underneath you?”

The captain froze. Watching him come undone was the best part of your day. Sometimes you couldn’t even make it past breakfast before you made a not-so-discreet innuendo and watched him choke on his coffee. He acted like an innocent, blushing virgin in public... You wanted to see if he was just as shy when you were on your knees, his cock between your wet lips.

“Tell me I’m wrong,” you dared now.

He cleared his throat and returned his attention to the notebook in front of him. “I have work to do--”

You rolled your eyes. “You always have work to do.”

“That’s what happens when you have a job,” he retorted. “People have to work in order for society to function, though you wouldn’t know much about that, would you?”

It was late. He’d clearly had a long day. Usually he wouldn’t let his tongue loose so easily. But you didn’t mind it. Actually, if you were being honest with yourself, his attitude turned you on. Captain America had claws. You wanted to know what it was like to feel them inside of you.

You took a seat on the edge of the table. “Oh, I help society function. Believe me. My women are usually the only ones willing to fuck the crude billionaires that ensure the monopolized markets of our country are functioning. We do the dirty work so everyone else can benefit from it. Do you really think there’d be someone making your coffee on Monday morning if they didn’t have a woman giving them a blowjob on the weekends?”

He flipped the page of his notebook, pretending to ignore you.

“But you’re smart,” you admitted. Though you hated him, you couldn’t deny that he had some attributes. His knowledge of how the world worked was one of them. “You already knew that. You just like to hear me say filthy things.”

He clicked the pen in his hands, clearly growing agitated.

“You do, I can tell,” you giggled. “I see it when you think no one’s looking--that look you get in your eye, like you want to claim someone. Usually me, because you hate it when people talk back to you and I’m the only one who dares. I can see that urge you get to just throw me over the nearest surface and fuck some sense into me, the way you have to clench your hands to keep from choking me and reminding me who’s really in control--the way you’re doing now--”

“Y/N!” He protested, shooting to his feet. His hands were, in fact, clenched at his sides. You licked your lips as you took in the sight of that vein bulging out of his neck. You wanted to taste it.

“Tell me I’m wrong,” you said, his anger having no affect on you.

He neared you in three long strides, ready to strike. But he merely shoved a finger towards the door and spat, “Get. Out.”

“I’ll let you fuck me,” you offered. “I have to admit I kind of want you to. I’m curious to see how well Captain America can take a woman, especially since the world is convinced you’re a virgin.”

The distance between you closed. He didn’t touch you, didn’t even brush his skin against yours, but suddenly all that was between you was clothes and an aching heat. His eyes scanned your face, your mouths inches apart. You had to tilt your head back to meet his gaze. You could tell he liked it, towering over you like this, and you felt yourself grow wet.

“You can have your way with me,” you whispered. “Do whatever dark and twisted things you long to do at night when you’re jerking yourself off and imagining it’s my mouth around you instead of your hand.”

Your hand reached out for him before you were even aware of it. Suddenly his growing erection was pressed into the palm of your hand. He tensed at your touch but didn’t push you away.

“Look at you, already hard at just the thought of touching me.” You continued to palm him over his pants as you spoke. “I wonder--did the serum make your cock bigger too?” You giggled as a thought occurred to you. “Will I even be able to fit my mouth around you?”

He was frozen, afraid to even blink.

Your voice softened, becoming a tempting siren as you said, “It’s okay to want this, Steve. To want me.”

Hearing his name set him off. Suddenly you were pressed against the wall, your arms pinned above your head as Steve breathed down on you, his eyes dark with lust and desire and need. The quick action made you gasp, but that wasn’t the only reason you were forgetting to breathe. The leash on his monster was finally coming loose.

“You want this,” he growled. “You want me to fuck you.”

“I’ll admit it if you will,” you said, a dark smile tugging at your mouth. “I want you as bad as you want me, Steve.”

He gripped both of your wrists in his left hand. With his right, he squeezed your throat, not enough to hurt, but enough to get your attention. “Don’t say my name, whore.”

Only once he let go of your throat could you say, “What do you prefer? Daddy? Sir?”

His cock hardened, the weight of him pressing into your stomach.

You smiled. “Sir it is.”

His grip on your throat tightened and you moaned in the pleasurable pain that rippled through your body. His knee pressed against your legs and you parted them, basking in the slight pressure his thick thigh gave to your core. You were already wet. Your juices soaked through your underwear and onto his jeans. He growled when he felt your heat on him.

“You’re such a little whore,” he said into your ear. “Getting off on me being rough with you.”

“You get off on it just as much,” you retorted, and then gasped when he began moving his leg up and down over your heat. The pressure he applied wasn’t nearly enough and you found your hips bucking up against him, needing more of him. “You like me desperate for you.”

“I’m going to fuck you against this wall,” he promised, “and then we’re never going to speak of it again.”

Before you could respond, he yanked your underwear down your legs so fast that they tore, falling to pieces at your feet. He let go of your throat and wrists just long enough to unbuckle his pants. The thick bulge of his cock was barely contained by his jeans, aching to be released. Aching to be inside of you. He didn’t even bother to take his pants fully off, but rather shoved them down to his knees, just enough for his cock to jump out.

Holy shit. He was huge. You’d been a hooker for six years now; you’d lost count of how many dicks you’d seen in your life. But Steve’s was easily one of the biggest. You eyed the thick vein on the underside and noted how red the tip was, already leaking precrum. Your throat hurt just looking at it.

“On your knees,” Steve ordered.

You didn’t have to be told twice. You kneeled in front of him and wrapped your hand around his shaft. “Yes, sir.” His thick vein pulsed in your hand, making his cock twitch. You watched him grow impatient and just as he opened his mouth to bark another order at you, you gave a little kitten lick to his tip, teasing him. The salty taste of his precum hit your tongue instantly. This was what Steve tasted like. You were surprised that you wanted to taste more of him.

You licked him expertly, paying attention to the certain movements of your tongue that made him release a wicked moan. You attempted to deep throat him a couple times, but even when you’d only swallowed half he was hitting the back of your throat. You had an excellent gag reflex when it came to sucking dick, so you didn’t choke too hard--

Until he grabbed a fistful of your hair and shoved his entire length into your mouth. You struggled to breathe around him and found yourself gagging. Still, he didn’t pull out of your mouth, not even to help you breathe. Tears streamed down your face after just a couple seconds. He began fucking into your mouth so quickly that all you could do was sit there with an open mouth, letting him use your hole to fill his need.

Just as quickly as he’d started, he pulled out of your mouth. You blinked up at him. He took in the sight of you--tear-stained cheeks and his precum dripping down the sides of your mouth. There was a look in his eyes that men had given you before: a look that said they were claiming you as theirs. Usually the look disgusted you. You belonged to no one but yourself, and certainly not a man who just thought of you as a fucktoy. But when the pure and righteous Captain America looked at you like that... you found yourself wanting him to claim you.

“Get up,” he ordered, his tone as dark as the look on your face.

You rose to your feet. A second later he had your legs wrapped around his waist and your back pressed into the wall. His dick was pressed against your clit. Just the feeling of his skin on yours made your thighs clench. Your body responded so intensely to him. It was a drug.

“Fuck me,” you whispered, seconds before he entered you. You both moaned like wild animals as he filled you, your walls already so tight around his thick length.

He held you up by your ass, his fingers digging into your skin as he began to move too slowly inside of you. You clung to him, your fingers digging into his blonde locks, and basked in how blissful his cock made you feel.

“Faster, Steve!” you begged.

He adjusted you in his arms so that he was holding you up with just his left arm. His other hand wrapped around your throat. His cock jumped inside of you as he adjusted his weight, hitting a spot that made you literally scream.

“What did you just say?!” he spat.

You blinked up at him. The way he was fucking into you was making you delirious. You struggled to remember what you’d just said. “Faster, sir. Please. Fuck me faster.”

He gave you what you wanted instantly. His cock moved in and out of you so fast that your eyes rolled back and you leaned against the wall, taking whatever he would give you. The room was filled the sounds of his balls hitting your thighs, every thrust making the sounds louder. You were so wet that your pussy made a whorish squelching every time he fucked back into you.

Your body was on fire. Heat settled in the deepest parts of you, letting you know your orgasm was close.

“You gonna cum, you little whore?” His voice just sent the heat through your body even faster. “Gonna cum around my cock?”

And just like that your walls were tightening around him. Your orgasm rolled through you with a shudder and a groan. His cock pulsed inside of you, making your orgasm feel never-ending. His thrusts didn’t stop, didn’t even slow, and your stomach clenched again, already preparing for orgasm number two.

You weren’t used to this feeling. Most men who fucked you only cared about their own pleasure, and they never knew how to work a woman’s body to an orgasm, so your clients usually left you feeling empty. Rare where the days when your clients brought you (or you allowed yourself) to reach an orgasm. Nonexistent were the days when it happened more than once.

So now, as Steve continued fucking into you relentlessly, his super-soldier body showing no signs of stopping anytime soon, you felt a bit overwhelmed. He wrapped his arm tighter against your waist, pulling you against him. Your breasts bounced up and down with every thrust and they brushed against his chest with each movement. He watched them bounce against him. Then he got an idea.

With one quick movement you were set on top of the conference table. Steve never pulled out of you as he moved you two, didn’t even stop his movements. You lied down against the table, enjoying the new angle of his cock inside of you. He brought his hands to your chest and began kneading your breasts. He applied just enough pressure to make you moan like the whore he wanted you to be. Your eyes squeezed shut as you took in the pleasure burning up your body, turning your mind to mush. The next thing you knew something hot and wet and tight was on your breast, licking your nipple, sucking at it--

You came with a scream, your back arching off the table. Your vision went back for one, two, three seconds, and all you knew was Steve’s mouth on your breast and his cock buried deep inside of you. His body shivered above you as your walls clenched around him. He let out a groan and you could tell he was close.

“Come for me, sir,” you managed to get out in your blissed-out haze. “I want your cum inside of me.” You didn’t know where the words came from. That was one of the few things you never, ever said to your clients. The last thing you wanted to deal with was an unwanted pregnancy... but once the words were out, you couldn’t take them back. The thought of him filling you up with his cum only pushed him closer to the edge.

He gripped your hip with one hand, pulling you even closer to him. He barely had to buck his hips now to move inside of you, though his movements were still wild and feverish. His other hand reached between your legs. His thumb moved over your clit in quick circles and instantly your body was shuddering with overstimulation.

Heat spread through your core and chest again. Another orgasm? You’d never cum three times in a row, especially not in a matter of minutes. You squeezed your eyes shut and hot, quick tears poured down your face. There was so much intensity, so much heat in every inch of your body that you didn’t know how to handle it. It was a miracle you could remember how to breathe.

You clutched onto his forearm, still attached to your hip, and cried out as he pounded into you even faster, though you thought that was impossible. He moved so fast that it was impossible to tell where he ended and you began.

“Oh, fuck!” You cried out as you came around him, your soul practically lifting out of your body.

Your walls clenched around Steve’s cock just once before he was coming inside of you too. Heat poured through you as your vision blurred and you lost all sense of time. He thrust into you three, four more times before he was completely satisfied, his body relaxing against yours. He rested his head on your chest, his hair tickling your breasts, and you absentmindedly ran your fingers through his locks as you both struggled to catch your breath and come down from your highs.

You’d never been fucked like that before.

You wanted to do it again. Not now--you were probably too incoherent to even ask for him to go again--but later. This couldn’t be the last time he fucked you. Not if it felt like that every time.

“I forgot to warn you,” you said when you were back in your right mind enough to speak again, “I’m addictive.”

He rose to his feet and pulled out of you. You resisted the urge to whine at the loss of his warmth, but your cheeks flushed as you felt his cum pool out of you, down your legs and onto the table.

“Fucking me one time won’t be enough,” you said. It wasn’t you being an arrogant bitch. It was the truth. You’d never struggled to get clients because of it, and nine times out of ten they came back to you within the week, begging for more.

Steve just looked at you, trying to play it cool. But you could see it in his eyes--the fear that, just this once, he’d have to agree with you. One time was nowhere near enough.

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spideytights · 5 years

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Reverse Of The Ashes

Reader x Avengers

Summary: Year's after the decimation, the world was still in as much of a crisis as it was minutes after their loved ones disappeared. Everyone had moved on, but you knew you wouldn't be able to. It was after all your job to fix everything before the effects caught up with your reality.

Warnings: angst, sadness, sad boi hour content, endgame spoilers(?) (I wrote this before the movie came out)

Words: 2.1k +

A/N: So the reader is a time traveler, I kind of hinted at that and this takes place in Endgame but as I said, I wrote this before the movie came out. I had this up on my Watppad but forgot to put it up here.

The world was never the same, and it never would be, that's what you thought. So much had happened, you were warned, you were warned multiple times that if you did what you did, you would see things that would traumatize yourself. But being the stubborn person you was, you ignored the warnings and went ahead with her plan anyway. There were good things that came out of it like meeting the very people you heard about, the people you grew up hearing stories of. You made many friendships and got to be apart of the group of people you adored; they swore to protect the people and you wanted to be a part of that.

You counted the number of days until the disastrous event took place, the event that broke many and shook them deep to their core. It was the event that happened in every timeline you heard, all ending with different results. Back home, it ended with the event that killed the Avengers. The team of heroes that took an oath to protect all and as many as possible, but without them, the others didn't have a chance because they would never be them. There would never be another group like the Avengers. At least there wasn't back where you lived.

Over the time you spent there with the heroic group of people, you were able to grow attached, to attached. The attachment was so deep that once everything went down–you weren't able to stop it–the pain you felt was unbearable. It felt like everything around you was falling, the invisible walls of the world were closing in and suffocating as the seconds passed. At times it got so unbearably all you could do was fall to your knees and sob hysterically because the loss was too much; you lost everything, you lost everyone—almost. For those who didn't disappear with the others during the decimation, they were just as lost. You knew Natasha was known to keep to herself and quiet, but then you have never seen her this quiet; it was almost frightening at how quiet she was. Bruce had tried as many ways he thought was possible in locating were some missing people were—when you all returned back to the states from Wakanda, you guys pulled up a list of the people present and gone. Peter, Shuri, Tony, Stephen, Clint, and Scott–formerly, until he showed up to the facility upstate–all missing along with many others. You all didn't know where they were, there was no sign of them after the snap, but then again they didn't see them before it happened—Tony disappeared into space after the donut looking space ship vanished but he returned with Nebula which you were grateful for. You, (Y/N), last saw Peter the day before the world went into a panic. Midtown High's decathlon team had gone on a short field trip for a competition; Peter had called freaking out because he wasn't sure what to get Nick for graduation because he didn't want to give him some lame gift, his boyfriend was graduating high school for heaven's sake. That was the last time you heard and saw him, the same for Nick too. It made you tear up every time you thought of the two, they were your best friends, your first friends to make when you traveled back to the past.

Rhodey looked almost hopeless every time you'd look at him, the sad look in his eyes made your heart ache even more. He wasn't the only one to lose his best friend. Thor, when you looked at Thor there was a lot of distress in his eyes. There was hatred, pain, agony and what looked like grief. You weren't sure what happened to Thor before he ended up back on earth. He left back for Asgard two years ago and randomly–but you all couldn't have thanked him more–showed up and helped the group try and stop Thanos. But that didn't go the way you'd hoped. Whatever happened to him before he returned, you could only hope that the man wouldn't break from the pressure of his sorrow. Then there was Steve Rogers. It took a while for you to meet Steve in the beginning, he was always off doing small missions and when he came back he finished everything else he needed to do and headed home. When you were finally able to meet him, it was like meeting your idol. You had heard so much about Steve Rogers and the things he had accomplished—when you had come face to face with him, you were terrified. Most people would freak out and drop to their knees when meeting someone like Steve or Tony Stark, their heartthrobs. You did freak out but kept it to herself. You panicked, you freaked, you lost control all because you were terrified, but now, Steve was like family. He treated you like his own and after seeing him lose everyone he loved again, you didn't know how to help him. After everything, Steve was the one that stood by you and helped you through the grief, the one that pulled you up before you were buried alive in your own pity of woe. He was your person, the person you could lean on, the support system needed because just like you, he was in a time he didn't belong in; a man out of time. He was always there to comfort you but you didn't know how to do the same for him all you could do was reassure and give your honest opinions about things. And now, like any other time, you didn't know how to comfort him.

You stood in one of the many hallways in the Avengers facility. The building is usually booming with agents and staff. Their movement and voices filled every inch of the place—it was lit with life. Now, it was like a dead cemetery of memories and what was. It was empty, and even though the sun gleamed through the big windows the place was still dark and dull. Sadness constantly hung in the air, more than enough, more than anyone could handle. It was worst the first few months, now 5 years later it didn't get any easier. (Y/e/c) eyes scanned aimlessly across the pictures and portraits that hung along the crystal white wall. One thing you never thought of Tony adding to the facility was pictures. Not professional pictures–there were the heroes on the Avengers team portraits if it counted–they were any ordinary picture you would see inside a home. It gave off a very domestic vibe compared to the natural professional environment of the building. There were pictures of the team smiling, having a good time, actually enjoying life as it was—It was hard to find those moments as a protector of the people. You loved looking at the photos, they were photos that didn't exist in your timeline and who knew if they ever would now that a lot had changed.

Your eyes landed on a small framed picture—the picture was taken outside with the sun blazing down at the group below. The picture seemed so unreal to them too. The picture had Tony, Wanda, Steve, Clint, and Thor all huddled together in one picture. Tony threw his arm over Steve's shoulder, Wanda had an arm around Clint in a half hug, Clint doing the same with Tony, and Thor was squatted in front of them all with two fingers held up in a peace sign. They were all dressed in some bathing suit—they had to be at some lake, it was rare for them to ever take vacations like that. You also knew Tony's owned a lake house in Upstate. Your eyes traveled across the wall and landed on another picture. This one had all of the original six members of the team. A faint smile made its way on your lips as you saw the way they all were. Tired. They were either slumped forward or lazily sat back in the seats of the Shawarma Place restaurant that was down the street from the old Avengers tower; they all looked exhausted.

Even though you significantly enjoyed the time you had to deal with your grief on your own, that time was cut short as faint footsteps ascended toward you and then stopped. The man next to you watched you stand there and stare at the old memories on the wall. Your eyes that usually sparkled with wonder, were now dim and filled with somber and had been that way for years. The man next to you let out a deep sigh and moved his gaze onto the wall also. Just from the short scan, he could tell why you spent most of your time in this hall. All of the photos radiate happiness, joy, and a homey feeling. These pictures felt like home to Steve Rogers. His friends, his family, all there scattered around in photos. He got a look at the picture from their vacation to a lake in Ohio, the picture at Tony's party and his very own 100th one—time flies, it was a bit ironic but Steve couldn't deny it. He got a glimpse of the picture with Fury and him—one of very few, and a very old picture from a newspaper from back in the forties. Now that was something Steve never thought Tony would hang up. Lastly, his eyes landed on a picture that brought tears to his eyes. God if there was a word for how much a person missed someone, that would be the word exactly describing what Steve was feeling now. His chest tightened and he could feel his throat get tingly and tight as the water in his eyes began to spill. He couldn't look at the picture any longer, he knew if he did then his character of pretending to be fine and to be strong would break. He couldn't have it break in front of you; not in front of (Y/N), he told himself.

Steve quickly wiped his cheek and the corner of his eyes with his sleeve. He sniffed, cleared his throat and turned to look at you—your eyes were glued on the wall in front still. When Steve's eyes found what you were looking at, he could feel his heart cracking.

"I have never seen him so...lost, " your normal vibrant voice was soft and broken. Steve took a moment to think about what to say before he said it; the picture you were looking at was of Peter and Tony. How Steve knew who you were talking about could be considered a lucky guess to others, but not him. He knew you were talking about the other boy you befriended along with the Parker kid. Nicolás.

"He lost a lot of the people he loved, you did too. We all did." He said quietly but it was loud enough for you to hear. With a shaky breath, you tore your eyes away from the photo and looked down at your feet.

"I know, but the look in his eyes when I saw him. I can tell he'll never recover even if we get them back-"

"When we will. We will get them back," he said twice in reassurance for the both of them, then looked away from the memories on the wall and at you. His eyes bore into the side of your face, you weren't looking at him but it didn't need to take a scientist to tell you he was waiting for you to look at him. "There it goes again," you thought. "Steve Rogers being the optimistic man he always is," you said speaking in your head again. Even at the saddest time, the blonde man always found the good in something for you. He understood how different you felt around everyone, how out of place, He knew you tended to blame yourself for a lot of things.

Finally giving up, Steve looked away from you and just as he did, you finally looked at him for the first time at that moment. His light blue eyes were a very darker color. There was a storm brewing in them, one that couldn't be contained easily. His eyes were focused on the picture he had trouble looking at for a long time, and it broke your heart knowing exactly why he couldn't. He lost the one good thing that came to him when he woke from the ice, he lost her. After a few minutes–you gave Steve the silence he needed to grieve– Steve took a deep breath. "Are you ready to suit up?" he asked. You copied his moves, taking a deep breath, then letting your shoulders settle.

"Yeah, I'm ready," you were ready to do the one goal you came to the early 21st century to do. Fix what went wrong in the past once more to make the future good for everyone again.

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