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babyjakes · 4 months

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you all over me.

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event | kinkmas 2023

prompt | double penetration

pairing | soft!dark!daddies!steve rogers and ari levinson x little!reader

warnings | dark ddlg dynamic (soft!dark!daddies of captive!little!reader.) dub/non-con. size kink. reader is held down and fucked. stretching. loss of anal virginity. unprotected double penetration (vaginal and anal.) mentions of anal training/stretching/fingering. clit rubbing. crying kink. praise and encouragement. mocking/humiliation. forced orgasm (with implied previous forced orgasms.) overstimulation. they come in her. little bit of aftercare.

word count | 1,386

an | this is written in the same au as clear blue water, with captive!reader and her soft!dark!daddies.

Tears poured down your damp cheeks as your face was tucked into the warm crook of Steve's neck. Arms reaching up weakly, you almost wanted to cling to the safety of his broad form as he lay beneath you, heavy breaths harmonizing with your own.

But that wouldn't do for your daddies- not for either of them. "Come on, babydoll. Where's that pretty face," the blonde crooned as his hips thrust upward over and over, rocking your own. His hands were on your waist, Ari's just above them as both the men worked to keep you upright and in place, their massive lengths pounding into you with steady rhythm.

They had been fucking you like this for what felt like hours, but the sensations of fullness and overstimulation you were experiencing were still just as overwhelming and horrible as when they had first pushed into you. Steve had gone first, both of the men knowing you would tolerate his part better. They were a bit concerned when you were in tears from the vaginal penetration alone, but as usual, they wouldn't be discouraged. As difficult as it was, and as pitiful as you were to watch as you were held down and split open, Ari was eventually able to work himself into you as well.

As they kept their four strong hands on you, working you up and down over their throbbing cocks like nothing more than a fleshlight with a pulse, you honestly couldn't tell which forceful insertion felt worse. It was all blurring together, the world nothing more than a streaky haze through your steady tears. The men shared a sympathetic glance with each other before Steve refocused his attention back on you. "Poor girl," he murmured lowly, bringing a hand up to brush away your tears with his thumb. "Know it's so hard, little one. So hard to take both your daddies' cocks at the same time, isn't it?"

"So full, aren't you, baby?" Ari nodded in agreement, his oversized member stretching your poor little bottom to its absolute limit. Despite the generous amount of lube they'd used and the time they'd spent patiently coaxing your tiny hole open with their greedy fingers, nothing could ease the horrible burning feeling that bloomed through your lower half as you were taken in the ass for the very first time.

"Look so pretty like this, all stretched out stuffed full of us," Steve groaned, his cock twitching so hard within your aching walls that you could feel it, your poor tummy spasming in response. To the man lying comfortably on his back, there had never been a sight quite as beautiful as this: watching from the front as your tiny holes were so helplessly violated, large hands holding you in place and giving you no choice but to sit there and take it, your perky tits bobbing perfectly as your figure was worked at a steady, punishing pace.

And though he couldn't see your chest as well, or the pretty little faces you were making as your body was used and abused so sinfully, Ari's view from behind you wasn't anything to turn his nose up at, either. He loved the way your back arched up as their dicks kept you angled forward towards Steve, your adorable ass bouncing in rhythm as his cock tore into your throbbing, achy hole. He could easily keep you going with just his hands alone; with both him and Steve being so much larger and stronger than you, it wasn't difficult for either one of them to overpower you and allow the other to make better use of a second pair of hands.

Which is just what Steve did as his partner held you up and in place, giving him the signal of a nod. "Go ahead, Stevie. Let's give some attention to that pretty little clit of hers," Ari suggested. Steve spit on his thumb, bringing the other hand down to pull back its protective hood as he smeared the clear wetness all over your poor little bundle of nerves. Your body jerked harshly at the stimulation, but you couldn't do anything to stop them or squirm away; you were completely helpless, having no choice but to let the blonde rub your exposed little nub in quick, harsh circles.

"Please, p-please... n-no!" you choked through your tears as your whole body began to shake with sobs.

"C'mon doll, doesn't that feel good? Know you like it when we pull back the hood and rub you right there, right on your cute little button," Steve frowned and faked worry at your cries, though he and Ari both knew perfectly well the way their actions and words were tormenting you.

"That's right," Ari mused from behind you as he kept your trembling body moving across their stiff lengths, "our pretty girl loves having her sweet little clit rubbed. Makes her come so hard, doesn't it Stevie? Poor baby can't help it when her daddies play with her clit, but it sure is cute to watch her try and fight it."

"So cute," Steve hummed in agreement, watching intently as your breaths began staggering, your little feet kicking weakly as your knees shook and struggled on either side of him. "Oh? Looks like she's getting close here," the blonde sang as he continued his skillful work over your slick, sticky nub. "Can feel her little pussy fluttering- what do you think, babydoll? You gonna be a good girl and come for your daddies?"

Watching as your buildup continued, Ari and Steve shared a knowing nod, both increasing the speed of their respective roles as their cocks pumped more vigorously inside you. This is the moment they had been waiting for; of course they were hoping to come as you did. A few orgasms had been forced from your trembling form earlier as you were held down by one and stretched out on the other's fingers, but this was meant to be the grand finale, the climax you would all share, whether you were willing or not.

"Can feel her squeezing us- she's getting close," Ari grunted as their dicks clapped lewdly into your dripping holes. "That's it, sweetheart. Come on, almost there..."

Your resistance was a losing game. As much as you fought and defied them each time, a sense of helplessness was never absent from within you; you knew you'd be forced to come. And with both of them thrusting into you at an almost immeasurable speed, and Steve's torturous hands working your clit the way he knew best, there was nothing for you to do but let them have their way with you. Eyes squeezing shut as your tummy tightened, your little toes curled as your orgasm was ripped from your faltering grasp. You came long and hard, Steve and Ari's triumphant words of praise merely echoes as heat and shocks of ecstasy overcame your exhausted body.

Warmth burst in your core as you were pumped full of both the men's come, Ari's fingers digging in almost painfully around your waist as their cocks swelled and sputtered within you. When you were finally coming down from your impressively long high, you let out a soft, broken cry as Steve finally eased your body down to rest limply against his front. "Shhh," you could hear him humming soothingly, someone's hand rubbing your back as you sniffled and sobbed into your captor's chest. "Easy pulling out of her," he was murmuring to Ari as the world seemed to slow around you.

"You're okay, baby. You were so good for us," the brunette was praising you softly from behind as he shifted a bit inside you, trying to measure how careful he needed to be as he and his partner now shifted their focus towards damage control.

"Don't cry, little one. Daddy's here, Daddy's got you," Steve kissed the top of your head as he cooed at you, his broad arms cradling you lovingly as you clung to him. You were desperate for any comfort and tenderness you could get at this point, even if it was straight from the hands of your abusers. This is usually how you wound up at the end of the day, a weeping mess in your daddies' arms, and they wouldn't have it any other way.

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buckys-wintersoldier · 1 month

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Never say “no” to your husband | Steve Rogers

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 -> Dark!Mob!Husband!Steve Rogers x Wife!Reader

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 -> You say “no” when Steve wants you to warm his cock in front of his men.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 -> 557

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 -> 18+, Minors DNI Smut, dark!Steve, mention of fingering, unprotected p in v, rough sex

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“Come on. Don’t be like that, honey.”

Steve groans and grasps your hand, stopping you from leaving the room while he turns you around. Your front crashes almost painfully against the hard wall in front of you. You hiss softly, and Steve pushes himself against you, holding you tight between the wall and his body. You can feel his tensing muscles against your back and the way his fingers dig into your skin.

“Stevie, pl-,” you whimper, but you get interrupted by his forward thrusting hips.

Steve's hand snaps to your face, covering your mouth before you can complain or beg even more. He knows that you would try to convince him to let go of you, but he won’t. He is desperate, and he wants you, your tight pussy. He owns his reward; he is the most popular mob boss, so he deserves to be treated like that. He thrusts his hips another time forward, his growing bulge pressing against your ass, and you whine against his hand.

“Told you to be good. Wanted to bury my dick inside of you earlier, but you made a scene. There were just a few of my men. You're a bad girl. You little slut, now I’m gonna fuck you,” he mumbles into your ear before he kisses down your neck.

Steve’s hand, which isn’t covering your mouth, removes your pants, freeing his cock. He moans loudly when he runs his thumb over the tip of his hard cock, smearing the pre-cum all over his dick, and gives himself a few strokes. Your husband loves to have you like that, begging for him to stop, maybe for his cock - depends on his mood. But now he just wants to fuck the attitude out of you, the way you said “no” to him when he told you to warm his dick. You didn’t want to, since he had a meeting with his men. Steve didn’t like to hear a no when it came to things he asked for. Not to mention that he always gets what he wants, as does his sweet little wife, who has to give him whatever he wants.

Steve’s hand lets go of his dick, sliding around your body until he reaches your pussy, moving them through your already wet folds. Steve chuckles, knowing your body exactly and how to touch you to make you drip like that. He rubs your clit, adding more pressure while he listens to the soft, muffled moans that leave your lips.

“Like that, don’t you? Such a pretty little slut for me.”

Before you can protest in any way, he shoves his dick inside of you. Your walls are stretching painfully, but your arousal makes it easy for him to slide balls deep inside of your tight pussy. Steve can’t get enough of it. Can’t get enough of you and your pretty little pussy.

“Don’t try to wiggle out of my grip. We both know you love that, love being fucked like that by your husband,” he groans, starting to thurst in a brutal pace inside of you.

His hand covers your mouth, your screams and moans muffled by it, while his dick stretches you like no one else could. And as much as you hate to admit it, he is able to fuck you whenever and wherever you want.

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whereireid · 1 year

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𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐃𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐍 | masterlist

pairing: senator!steve rogers x fem!reader

⍟ — nsfw content ahead. soft!dom steve. married life. housewife kink. oral [f receiving]. degradation of reader.

Summary: Your husband, Senator Steve Rogers, has been acting strange recently. He makes it up to you after he catches you snooping.

You don’t want to snoop on your husband.

Honest, you don’t.

Sometimes, though, duty calls. It feels like a crime to be in Steve’s office, perched at his desk, attempting to hack into his computer.

You’ve tried three different passwords, now. The first, the name of your daughter, and her date of birth — BeauRogers2012. The second, your anniversary — 19October2007. And, finally, the name of the family dog — CooperRogers.

Nothing. There’s nothing. All to no avail, the screen lighting a shade of red with each incorrect guess, your lips tugging down into a frown as you try to pinpoint exactly what his password could be.

If it’s not Beau, and it’s not you, and it’s not the family dog… then what is it?

Your eyes scan his office, desperate for a moment of realisation. You want something to click, your eyes dragging from a photograph of him and Bucky, to the miniature American flag which sits on his desk.

That’s it.

107thInfantryRegiment.

The computer lets you in. Steve’s desktop background is a photograph of you, him and Beau — baby Beau, curled in her daddy’s arms, asleep, in a pumpkin patch.

You pause. You feel bad, snooping, hesitating as you stare at the pixelated desktop background.

You feel awful, but you have to know what he’s getting up to.

Your lips press together as you swallow away the tightness in your throat, dragging the mouse towards his emails. Before you press down, you hesitate — Steve has never given you a reason not to trust him.

Yet, you’re in, now. You might as well look whilst you’re there, and you’re glad that you do, because a particular name piques your interest as you snoop through his emails.

Sharon Carter.

Steve’s ex-assistant, although you’d always assumed she was more than that. She helped your husband climb to the position of Senator — she was his number one fan, more obsessed with him than you.

Your brows knit together. Steve had told you that him and Sharon no longer speak, as a result of her switching to the Republican to spite him. This — these emails, which go back for months — is unfathomable evidence that he’s been lying to you. Your throat feels cotton dry as you frantically scroll, unable to comprehend that they’ve been communicating for months without you knowing.

“What are you doing?”

Fear cracks through your body like a whip. You feel like a thin sheet of ice, cold flooding through your body as your eyes dart up from the computer screen, focused on your husband, who appears unamused by what he’s found.

“So, what are you doing?” Steve repeats when you don’t answer, his lips pursed as he stares at you. The suit he’s wearing is somewhat tight on his arms, and you can see his muscles flex beneath his clothes. “Be a big girl and use your words, honey.”

“You’re — you’re messaging Sharon Carter.”

His eyebrows quirk upwards in amusement. “You went through my emails,” he comments, “without my permission.”

“You’re messaging Sharon Carter,” you repeat, your voice coming out a whisper.

The look that he gives you is degrading. It’s a look of pity — his jaw ticks slightly as he cocks his head, his tongue darting over his plump, pink lips, leaving a glistening sheen in its wake. “And you’re going through my emails,” he reiterates, pushing himself off of the doorframe. “Without my permission.”

“Are you cheating on me?”

An amused expression flitters over Steve’s face as he approaches you. You feel timid in his chair, his large frame overbearing as he looms over you, the blue irises of his eyes impossibly sheathed by his black and blown pupils.

“Cheating?” He asks, beginning to lower himself to your height. You brows furrow in confusion as he kneels in front of you, his hands placing themselves on your knees. “No. Why? Did you think that I was?”

“Yes.”

“Liar,” Steve whispers from beneath you, your skin prickling with goosebumps as his fingers run over the pleated fabric of your skirt. “You just wanted to know what I’ve been doing.”

You push at Steve’s head, forcing him to look up at you. You frown, a twisted warmth pooling inside of your stomach as his hand caresses the plump flesh of your thighs. “Yeah. You’ve been doing her.”

He snorts. “If I wanted Barbie, I would’ve had Barbie.” His hand beckons your thighs apart, and you flush as his hums in content. “No underwear. Whore.”

Your face flushes with warmth. "That’s what you like, isn’t it?”

Steve grins, his fingers parting your folds softly, his knuckle pressing against your swollen clit. You try to kill the moan which climbs up your throat before it can slip past your lips, but it refuses to die. “Like music to my ears,” he comments, his stubble grazing your skin as he peppers deliberate kisses to your thighs, his tongue a cool stimulant to your hot skin, “you’re a naughty girl, you know? Going through my things and then getting all worked up over what you find.”

You can’t bare to look down at his smug face. His blue eyes twinkle as he gazes up at you, and you force your eyes shut, the delicious, dirty feeling of desire brooding inside of you. It pulls at your heart and burns wildly inside of you, only to be smothered by the feeling of his fingers gliding through your folds.

“Aren’t you going to tell me what you found?”

You shake your head, your eyes scrunching shut as his tongue finally makes contact with your heat. “Oh, God,” you whimper as he glides the muscle through your folds, his fingers pushing inside of your cunt.

“Not God. Just Steve.”

His lips twitch, tugging upwards with a smile. Pleasure rides through you in a gentle wave as his tongue makes contact with your clit, his motions gentle as he suckles on the sensitive bundle of nerves.

It feels so deliciously wrong. You’re in his office, sat in his chair, with him between your legs. He wasn’t even meant to find you here — you were supposed to be in the kitchen when he got home, but you’d lost track of time.

“Since you won’t tell me, I’ll make an assumption, and I want you to tell me if I’m right.” His voice is gravely, rumbling against your cunt, and you shiver as his fingers curl inside of you. “You went through my emails. You saw Sharon Carter’s name and you had to click, and you read them in detail and you found information.”

“Yes,” you say shakily, groaning as his nose nuzzles into your pelvic bone, his tongue rolling small circles into your sensitive bud. “Yes, I read them. She’s — she’s a bitch and I don’t want you talking to her.”

His brows quirk upwards, his fingers carefully scissoring your tight cunt open. You clench down around him, the pointed look he’s shouting you making you tense. “She’s my spy. Why else would she have switched to Republican last minute?”

“Because you married me and she wishes it was her.”

A wave of pleasure ripples through you as he suckles on your clit, his fingers heavenly as they roll inside of you. “Is she the one getting her cunt eaten in my office, honey?” When you don’t answer, he hums, his voice muffled as he continues to roll his tongue up and down your sticky, wet folds, “no, she’s not, so stop being a brat and let me finish speaking.”

As if to make a point, his fingers still inside of you, and your chest burns with disappointment. “Okay. I’ll stop being a brat,” you submit to him, your voice shaking slightly as you buck your pelvis towards his hand.

“Good girl." His praise makes you shiver, a delicious pleasure crackling through you as his fingers contain their steady motions, his lips peppering soft kisses against your heat intermittently

“The information that you found is very important people, only meant to be seen by people in government.” A delicious pleasure cracks through you like a whip as his fingers glide through your glistening folds, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he rolls his thumb over your sensitive clit. “And, honey, you're not in government. You've got too much of a dumb baby brain for that."

You whine, your legs trembling involuntary as Steve licks up a deliberate stripe up your cunt, his tongue flattening against your clit. "I'm not dumb," you protest weakly, your thighs tensing as his fingers curl inside of you, the lewd squelching of your cunt echoing around his office walls.

Your body becomes electric with sparks, exploding with ecstasy as his tongue licks stripes up and down your slick. It's so intimate, so gentle — his movements are precise, your legs jolting at every movement, every lick.

"Really? You're not?" Steve pulls away, tutting from below you. "Oh, I'm sorry. I thought that only dumb wives went through their husband's stuff without permission."

"I'm sorry," you say.

"You're not," he replies, his tongue flat as he swirls his muscle around your swollen bud, "but that's okay, honey. I don't expect my wife and her dumb, baby brain to feel sorry for me. I'm the man of this house. I don't need feeling sorry for."

His kisses grow sloppy, his nose pressing heavily into your pelvis. You let out a shaky breath, your stomach flipping as Steve's fingers glide in and out of your cunt. A moan catches in your throat, and you're unsure of whether or not it actually escapes your lips or dies before it gets to do so.

Steve's movements are skilled, deliberate. You melt into the office chair, the leather fabric growing slick beneath you as you softly behind to grind against his face. He's slow and teasing, his tongue swirling around you bud, nipping at it softly. The pinching pain makes you gasp, your breath hitching in your throat as he groans against your cunt.

"Come on, honey. I know you want to let go," he purrs against your cunt, the sensation sending shivers up your spine. "I know you're not holding that much of a grudge against me that you're denying yourself of an orgasm."

You pout. He's right — of course he's right, he's your husband and he knows what's best for you. You finally allow yourself to relax, fully, a soft whimper slipping past your lips as Steve's movements makes your stomach tighten.

And then, it happens. You grow tired of holding back, needy and desperate, and Steve's fingers curl inside of you again, and you let go. Your slick paints his face, your legs trembling as he laps at your heat, his groans sending sparks to your core.

By the time he pulls away, you feel weak. The sight of him only makes you grow weaker, his chin glistening with your slick, his eyes black and blown, a sultry grin tugging at the corner of his lips. His hand runs over his lips and he hums, satisfied with the orgasm that he drew from you.

"I'm sorry, honey. You should have never seen those emails, or the documents attached to them. They're not for you to be concerned about." His hand runs over your thighs, his motions gentle and soft as he caresses your skin. Steve's lips purse, his voice dropping dangerously low as he speaks. "But if you ever go through my emails again, you'll be in serious trouble. You got that, honey?"

Your body grows stiff as he reaches past you to turn the computer off, his lips nestling against your head in the process. The kiss he plants to your forehead is soft and gentle, and you smile up at him.

“Yes, Steve.”

You nod your head like an obedient little wife, and he smiles down at you as he does so.

Domesticated bliss keeps him sane.

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riedswifts · 2 years

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AFTER HOURS

NOMAD!STEVE X READER

Warnings : smut, barley plot, oral (f receiving), praise, slight size kink, desk sex, slight breeding, fingering, steve has a bit of a mouth, fluff (at the end ), some dumbification.

Summary : you and steve seem to have a mix of tensions and the top one being hate, but a night alone in the tower shows what the real problem is.

Word count: 2.8k

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Everyone had left out with their significant others, or friends or family. Nat had begged you to come but you kindly declined. Being on a long-standing mission, and nearly being on the brink of death literally- being an assassin and hanging off a building by a falling building is tiring. You also weren’t expecting some things and were worn out to the max.

You were under the impression everyone had left. Except Jarvis of course but that was a computer system. So you had no reason to wear full clothes and being a trained assassin leaves you in shape so you thought you’d be fine. Leaving your personal huge room in nothing but a black widow t-shirt and a pair of panties, no bra either, you just explored the tower in its glory during the night hours.

It was stunning to say the least and not to brag but you had one of the best views. Tony made sure your room had a floor to ceiling window with a space in it to go on the balcony that overlooked the city’s lights. It was payment in a way, you had nearly died saving his life quite a few times and even if he didn’t admit it you were his favorite on the team.

You had decided that you would go out on the very ledge thor and loki fought on. You had quickly snagged a bottle of any alcohol you could snag without stopping and made your way outside. You sat near the ledge but not fully on it. Your ankles hanging off the edge as you sat with your legs stretched out.

You held up the bottle and glanced at it ‘Daviun vodka’ you didn’t care for brands but this one seemed ok and the flavor was watermelon. So you popped off the top and set it beside you as you rested back on your elbows taking a swig and staring at the bottle after before shrugging with a satisfied hum.

You just relaxed not registering the sound of someone getting closer. It was a rare moment when you let your guard down but after all you had asked JARVIS prior to this if any one was here and the damn shit said no. Someone stood behind you and you slightly stiffened.

Without moving you acted clueless before in seconds you stood up and stunned the person as you broke the handle off the vodka and managed to flip them over onto their back holding the jagged edge to their throat. Bored blue eyes stared back at you with the upmost annoyed face.

You scoffed standing up completely forgetting your attire. You didn’t bother sticking your hand out to help him up, you just grabbed the bottle and started walking inside. You heard him scoff in disbelief but you didn’t care, he was a grade A dick after all- only to you- that was.

“Why are you here? Have no friends to go out with?” He asked trailing you inside. You rolled your eyes making a dramatic annoyance sound. “Do you?“ You shot back, it was a fifth grade response but you didn’t care in the slightest.

“Fifth grade response, Cute.” He said sarcastically and you with to cut his beard off and his throat but tony and natasha agreed no killing the super solider. stupid rules.

“What do you want steve?” You asked putting the bottle back, you started walking and made an abrupt turn into the small room. The one where everyone had sat and watched as they replayed a video of wanda accidentally destroying a building and killing people. It was empty, lights off, chairs pushed in.

You always came to watch TV in here because the projected screen was cooler to you. After all you didn’t have electronics until you escaped the red room with natasha. Steve still followed you in there but you ignored him as you picked up the projector remote.

Sitting on the table you slid back leaving from your knees down hanging off the table as he grumbled that you were ignoring him. “Do you have anything better to do than I don’t know..annoy me?” You asked rolling your eyes.

His eyes seemed to finally take in your appearance and you had neglected the fact that your nipples would poke through the thin t-shirt due to the coldness. His eyes darkened for a moment before he sharply directed his state to the screen. “Just genuinely curious as to what a looser like you decided to do when they’re alone.”

Your head snapped in his direction. “Oh fuck off steve.” You scoffed. Deciding to press play on the movie but before you could the remote was snatched out of your hand and you glared at him as he tossed it aside.

He stood right in front of you and you scooted backwards. Your eyes narrow in on him as he licked his lips running a hand over his beard. “What’s your fucking problem?” You asked extremely annoyed your night was ruined by the captain himself.

Though there was the faint throb between your legs that made you wanna stab your eyes out, how dare your own body betray you like that.

After the question left your mouth his eyes snapped back up to yours. His hair was slightly slicked back but looked like he had laid down in it because a few pieces had fell out. He paused staring at you making you slightly shiver. He saw the way your thighs slightly shifted to squeeze, the way your nipples poked through the thing t-shirt. He could faintly see the lace of your panties, he stared at you for a long moment.

Suddenly he grabbed your Ankle pulling you forward making you slid until you were right in front of him a mere inch from his nose as his hands rested on either side of you. “You see, my problem is, i can’t decide if i hate your guts or maybe it’s the frustration of not being able to rearrange them.”

Your eyebrows raised as your breathing sped up a bit. His eyes swapped between your eyes and lips, then they locked on your eyes maintaining eye contact as you felt the coldness of his avengers ring against your knee.

“Well then, maybe that’s a theory we need to test out.” You said as his hand slid up more leaving a trail of goosebumps before gripping your leg tightly. He smirked at how reactive you were to his touch.

He hummed before leaving you curious as he removed his hands. Suddenly they where on the curves on your ass pushing you flush against him, as if it was natural your legs spread allowing the bulge in his pants to press right against your now dampened panties.

Your back arched as you looked up at him and his lips crashed into yours, it wasn’t passionate, and soft- no. It was bruising, full of dominance and emotion. Obviously the fight for domination still stood and as an assassin you weren’t gonna give up.

However when his hands gripped your hips and rolled your hips against his you let out an involuntary humiliating moan. That allowed him to slip his tongue into your mouth and when he squeezed your ass he let you know, he had won.

You pulled away from him to breathe as you guys started at each other panting. His forehead came to rest against yours before laying you on the empty mahogany desk. He kissed you again bruising like as your hands started to wonder you tugged at his shirt and without disconnecting his lips from yours he took it off.

His hands slid up under your shirt cupping your breast and ran his thumbs over the hardened peaks. When your back arched it caused you to accidentally grind against him and this time you both moaned. He bit your lip before letting it go and kissing down your neck.

He sucked and bit making sure to suck each piece of smooth skin he could find. One of his hands pulled out from your shirt and cupped the back of your neck pulling you up before he pulled the shirt swiftly over your head.

He stared at you for a moment. “God, you’re stunning.” He whispered and before you could comprehend what was going on his mouth had latched on to your nipple sucking and slightly biting it making you moan.

He laid you back down and your mind fogged as you unbuckled his belt. However before you could do more he had grabbed both of your hands stopping his attacks on your boobs.

He pulled both your arms above your head and smirked down at your face, you looked stunning. Hair spread out and marks forming on your neck stopping above your breast. Your lips were swollen and bruised. He adored this sight.

God, he wish he had figured this out sooner, that instead of bitching he just actually fucked you. He didn’t think he’d find anything more addicting after seeing you in this state.

He kissed down your body stopping at the hem of your panties and deciding he was to impatient he tore them off making you whine. “i’ll buy you new ones.” He muttered as he got on his knees hooking his arms around your thighs. His hand pushing your stomach down.

You shivered as you felt the cold air of the tower directly on your bare pussy. Without a warning he shoved his face between your legs licking from your hole to your clit, the sensation made you gasp as your back arched.

“fuck!”

Steve groaned hearing the words fall out of your mouth. His tongue switched from sucking your clit to dipping his tongue in and out of you making you squirm. He looked up at you mouth and chin coated in slick. “Do not move your hands.”

Your brows furrowed as you continued to pant. “Wh-mmhh.” Your words turned into a soft moan when you felt one of his thick fingers slide in and bottom out. Your eyes pinched shut and your back arched off the table.

His other finger slid in as well and you tried to close your legs but he pulled them further apart. He watched your expression as he pulled them out almost fully before slamming them back in and curling them. He groaned and nearly came in his pants at the sight of you.

“Such a good girl for me.” He muttered before attaching his lips to your clit again and sucked on it whilst moving his fingers in and out. He Felt you tighten around him and couldn’t wait to see how you feel on his cock.

You were panting and babbling words of his name and please. What really sent you over the edge is when he sucked your clit with his teeth grazing it as he pumped his fingers harder curling them as your fingers locked him in.

Your orgasm crashed over you making your mind fog and your head limp to the side as pathetic whimpers left your plump and less swollen lips. He didn’t seem to care much that you had came all over his face because he kept sucking and licking up every last bit of cum.

You panted as you reached for his pants trying to tug them down as you recovered from your orgasm. When steve had finally freed his cock you assumed your face said it all because his chuckle was dark, taunting like.

He parted your legs again and you tried to close them but he roughly grabbed them pulling you closer to him but you let out a whimper when his huge side rubbed against your sensitive clit.

He made a mock frown face at you. “C’mon now sweetheart, be a good girl and take it for me, hmm?” He said as he massaged your breast with one hand and stroked himself. You nodded now desperate as the ache returned between your legs.

He let the tip slip in and he saw your face completely washed with pleasure. Brows furrowed, parted mouth, marks fully developed, and sweat beading your forehead. Without warning he pushed the rest of his way in and you gasp as he groaned.

You were used to sex of course you’ve had sex before but nobody was this big before. The intrusion felt good but the small sting was there lingering but it only added to the pleasure. “If you don’t stop squeezing’ me i’m gonna fucking cum.”

You relaxed around him and he groaned in relief. You felt more heavenly then he ever could’ve thought. He leaned down and captured your lips with his before thrusting with force and when he lifted one of your legs higher and he lifted your hips your eyes rolled back when he hit the spot that had you screaming his name.

“Look at you.” He said panting as he continued to thrust. “Takin it like such a good fucking girl.” With each word his thrust got harder and it made the breath get caught in your throat.

You grabbed his face kissing him harshly and he moaned into your mouth fueling the tightening in your lower stomach already. Suddenly he dropped you legs pushing them on the desk making them bend as he buried his face in the crook of your neck.

His thrust slowed to deep strokes. “You feel me, hmm?” He said and you moaned when he hit the spot inside you that had you babbling like a dumb person. Suddenly you felt the most unexplainable feeling.

It was like the tightness got tighter but mixed with a load of pleasure. You whimpered at the feeling as steve pushed his hand down harder on your lower tummy. “you feel that.” he panted as he thrusted again. “That’s how deep i am inside of you…”

“ohmygodohmygod.” was all you could babble as he pressed harder making the coil tighten up. “Steve- i’m gonna-“ He shut you up by kissing you as the hand that was pressing the bulge moved to your clit. “Do it, be a good girl and cum all over my cock.” He whispered as his thrust did not slow down.

He suddenly put his other hand behind your neck making you look down at his cock slipping in and out of you. “fuck- you see that?” He said as he kept moving in and out. Your hand was holding his wrist as his hand was behind your neck.

“C’mon- fuck!.” Steve said when you clenched harder around him. “give it to me.” he muttered as you laid back down and his fingers pinched and rolled your clit and he rubbed in a fast motion causing the coil to snap, your orgasm rushing over you like a tidal wave.

You blanked out for a moment, as black spots filled your vision and you’re pretty sure you said steve more times than any avenger had over the past years. You were moaning, sweaty, dazed and fucked out. Just how he wanted.

You got pulled back down when he kept running you and you whined tryna pull away. “to much.” you muttered and he mocked a frown. “Awe is my baby to fucked out? Look at you all dumb and can barley speak a full sentence.” He said and you moaned as he hit your over worked spot.

“You gonna be a good girl and let me cum inside of you hmm? Gonna fill you all up.” He muttered and you nodded. “Please- please cum inside of me.” your voice was hoarse and he held onto you tightly as his head went to your neck and you felt his thrusts getting sloppy before you felt ropes of cum deep inside you.

His head laid on your chest arms your arms circled his shoulder both of you laying there while his hands wrapped around you. He was slowly moving his hips pushing the thick cum into you deeper.

“Mr. Rogers? are you alright your heart rate seems exceptionally high? You as well Miss.” Steve who was Resting between your bare breasts chuckled making you smile.

“Oh i see Mr. Stark and the rest of them have returned. They’re parking.” Jarvis said and steve looked at you lifting you up as he looked at the cum mess on the table.

“Jarvis how much time do we have?” you asked as steve held you legs wrapped around his waist and due to the serum it was easy for him to hold your short frame up with one hand.

“Well five minutes starting now.” You and steve chuckled as you hopped down and cleaned the cum mess and he gathered your guys clothes.

“Good?” You asked fixing the chairs and everything. Steve nodded and Held his arm out and you jumped up wrapping your legs around his waist as he snuck out the room and ran up the stairs to his floor and shut the door.

“Guys?! Did you guys murder each other?”

That was all you heard from downstairs, before you guys bursted into giggles.

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Santa Tell Me

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: You needed protection. Steve was only too un(willing) to take you in his mountain.

Warnings: Swearing, Possessiveness, Manipulative behavior, Sexual themes, If you’re not 18+ please, PLEASE, do not interact. Be mindful of the warnings. Let me know if I miss anything.

A/N: One shot that has more that 5k words. One day, I’ll get over Chris Evans. But today isn’t the day. My Christmas gift to you hihi merry christmas lovely humans~

“No.”

A door slammed on Bucky’s face. He had not even said a word and yet, his best friend, Steve Rogers took one look at him and decided that it was best to slam the door in his face.

This punk, he thought.

Bucky took a deep breath before turning to look at the lady hiding behind his back. He offered you an assuring smile, pointing his thumb on the closed door before making a face as though saying that his friend was unnecessarily grumpy.

“Sorry ‘bout that. I think it’s menopause.”

Bucky cleared his throat before knocking once again.

The door opened with excessive force and once again, the brawny man appeared. Now that he didn’t slam the door, you were able to see what he really looked like.

What your supposedly temporary sanctuary looked like.

What he looked like.

When Bucky Barnes showed you what his best friend looked like, you thought that he seemed like an old-fashioned yet friendly man. From what Bucky told you, Steve used to be a captain in the military, until he quitted. The man just one day decided to retire because, and you quoted Bucky, ‘the man was simply fed up with people’s bullshit’.

You thought he looked handsome in his military uniform.

The hulking man in front of Bucky looked like the man in the photograph, yet at the same time so different. The Steve standing tall in front of you had beard on his face. In comparison to the photo, he now sported a longer hair that framed his manly face. You noted that his locks looked darker now. He was even bulkier now, too. The man on the photo looked like a hero. The one in front of you looked like an anti-hero.

“Heeeey,” Bucky grinned at Steve before slapping his arm in a friendly gesture. “I was just talking about you! So this is-“

“We’re the same age,” Steve cut Bucky off, glaring at him with his intense eyes before stepping closer to the equally huge man. You almost wondered how Bucky did not look intimidated at all when you remembered that underneath Bucky’s friendly persona was a man as deadly as him.

Steve never once looked at your direction as if you were inconsequential to him. Well, you thought, of course you were. To him, you were a nuisance. Bucky was not the one assigned to your case, yet you were immensely grateful that he stepped in once he noticed how the other man was bungling your case and almost caused your demise. That was to say it kindly when in truth, you walked out of their office one day after meeting with the other sergeant to go over your case. He assured you that the case was simple and that your life was not in grave danger. One moment you were crossing the road and was about to enter your car, and the next thing you knew a car was driving alarmingly fast to where you were standing. Your fight and flight instinct seemed to fail you as you did nothing but looked at the car with wide eyes and stuck limbs.

You should have been dead.

You would have been dead if it weren’t for Bucky’s quick reflexes and impeccable speed. And well, his metal arm. You felt a powerful arm tugged you behind a car, shielding you with his body and metal arm as the assailant pointed a gun at you and began shooting. The loud bangs from the weapons felt like it went on forever. Bucky had his other arm wrapped around you and he felt your uncontrollable trembles. He looked down and noticed how pale you were.

And he hated it.

He loathed seeing someone took advantage of helpless people.

Perhaps, that was what made him snapped. With practiced precision, Bucky pointed his gun and with a singular shot, he managed to hit one of the wheels. The car crashed to the post with deafening sound of collision. A moment passed before the forces were able to cautiously walked to the car, their guns pointed at the injured assaulters.

Bucky thought they were all useless.

After he made sure that you were indeed unharmed, Bucky gently dragged you back to the headquarters and berated the sergeant in charged of your case. He called the man, and you quoted: ‘a simpering buffoon’, ‘an intolerable fuck waffle’, ‘a spam email’, and lastly, he likened the sergeant to a wet sock. By the time he was done verbally kicking the man, the sergeant looked like he was one insult away from crying. Bucky thought that he deserved it. One mistake could cost someone’s life, and it almost costed yours.

Had the man simply looked deeper into the case, had he just noticed the familiar patterns of the crime, then he would know that the man you unknowingly outed was none other than the villain they had tried so hard to capture. He could not simply hand this case to another person. No, he knew what needed to be done, what level of protection you needed in order to get out of this disaster alive, and who could protect you as he resolved the case.

Which brought the two of you in front of his old friend’s cabin in the middle of nowhere. Okay, that might have been a tad bit exaggerated. Technically, Steve had neighbors in this mountains…just not near him…for miles..

Bucky cocked his head to the side, clearly confused as to what Steve said. “What?”

“We’re the same age. Therefore, If I am experiencing menopause, shouldn’t you be too?” Steve answered scathingly, clearly taking offense on Bucky’s senseless quip. He squinted his eyes at the equally tall man. Bucky’s jaw dropped dramatically, his hand covering his mouth.

“What?” He gasped theatrically. “Meaning to say you can still procreate?”

Steve clearly wasn’t amused. He stepped closer and to your astonishment, Bucky ran behind you. He humorously cowered on your back, using you as a human shield between him and the slighted former captain.

And that was the first time Steve Rogers laid his eyes on you.

To an untrained eye, no one could see him paused. But Bucky saw it. It was as though someone knocked the air out of his friend’s lungs. It was as though you were an occurrence that he never saw coming.

As the case may be, Steve led the two of you in his cozy cabin. The fire from the chimney made the place considerably warmer. Steve wordlessly placed a steaming cup of tea in front of you. Before you could even express your gratitude, he was already turning his back on you and sat on the chair in front of you and Bucky.

“Where’s my tea?” Bucky asked, looking longingly at the cup in your hands.

Steve merely spread his legs further, getting comfortable as he leveled his glare at his best friend. “She’s a guest.”

“I’m you guest, too!”

Steve shook his head slowly, “No, you’re not. You’re an unwanted nuisance, my acquaintance at best.”

Bucky could only blinked owlishly at his best friend. How could he categorized him as an acquaintance as if he didn’t grow up with him? The audacity. The nerve. But then he remembered, he must be kinder to Steve because he was the one needing a favor from him.

After Bucky went to the kitchen and served himself a tea all while mumbling under his breath how hospitable and recluse his friend had become, he went straight to business.

He laid out the facts, and Steve in turn listened intently. Bucky could see that he was just an inch closer to agreeing, and he needed just a push.

“She knows how to cook! She wouldn’t be a bother to you, right Y/N? You know how to cook?” Bucky exclaimed, his expression hopeful as he looked at you.

You shook your head slowly and you could see him visibly deflate.

“She knows how to do the laundry. You wouldn’t have to lift a finger while she’s here-“

You tapped his broad arm, before scooting closer to him. You whispered sheepishly to him, “I don’t know how to do that, too.”

“What?” he whispered back in astonishment and utter confusion.

Steve watched the two of you with a bored expression. His arms were crossed in front of him as he assessed the situation. This was not the first time Bucky used his space as a safe house. Usually, they only stay for a couple of weeks because that was how quick Bucky moved. When his best friend was intrigued with a case, he became so hyper focused that he only breathed for the case. In addition, the last time Bucky brought someone, he promised that it would be the last one.

And yet, here you were.

He could already feel the headache coming.

“Maybe you two want to talk it out first?” He asked when few minutes passed and you two were still conversing under your breaths.

Bucky offered him a sincere smile. “Come on, punk. For the spirit of Christmas, do it for me.”

He looked at him with deadpanned expression, “It’s October.”

He did not know how, but you and him watched as Bucky drove out of the property with a victorious smile on his face. How he was able to convince him was lost on Steve.

The first week went by quickly. You were somehow starting to be familiar with Steve’s routine. You noticed that early in the morning and before he locked the doors in the evening, he did parameter check. No matter how cold it was outside, he would do it without fail. You would admit that it made you feel safer. For the first time in months, you felt as though you were out of harm’s way. And in turn, you attempted to cook him meals. But that ended up a peril to the both of you…and his house.

You tried your very best to do his laundry, even his underwear. You were confused at first why you were having a hard time removing the stains form them. The look of horror in Steve’s face when he saw you hand washing his delicates was priceless. He was a man of great stature and nothing and no one managed to faze him. Until you.

He was so focused on your hands holding his underwear that he failed to notice how you were able to turn his white shirts into red.

He was still blushing and was unable to look in your eyes when that night, you gently place a steaming cup of coffee in front of him. He nodded his gratitude to you before engulfing the cup with his massive hand. He took on sip before he started coughing uncontrollably. In your panicked state, you went to him and touch him for the first time. You rubbed his muscular back, looking at his reddened face.

“What is this?” He asked between coughs. Only when he looked like he was near dying did he look at you.

“A coffee,” you answered.

“With salt?!”

A look of confusion passed your face before you realization dawned on you. Hurriedly, you went to him to take his sorry excuse for a coffee away from him. You were pouring it on the sink when you heard his concerned voice near you. In fact, you failed to notice him move and stand beside you because of your embarrassment.

“What happened?”

You contemplated whether you should tell him, but for his safety (and the safety of his food) you told him. With a deep breath, you turned to look at the tall man beside you.

“I lost my sense of taste.”

“Why?”

“Traumatic brain injury,” you admitted as though this was not a big deal, as though you didn’t almost die that night.

He didn’t need to know how- he had an inclination. Your enemy was powerful. Remarkably powerful that Bucky had asked for his help when he promised never to again. You were in danger.

You thought Steve would attempt to say something comforting like other people. Yet, all he did was to look at you intensely and nod his head as if in acknowledgement of your pain.

The next morning, you woke up to find all the ingredients in the kitchen with label, his beautiful handwriting on each of the container.

It was a cold night in November when Steve and your dynamic changed. You couldn’t sleep that night, your thoughts and anxiety about your future was getting ahead of you. It was as if you no longer had something to look forward to, as if it was solitary or death. You tried everything- from counting sheep, to reciting the alphabet backwards. And yet, you still couldn’t sleep. And so, you decided to warm a glass of milk when you heard it.

A sound of pain.

Fearing that something had happened to Steve, you ran to the side of the house you had never been in. You were thankful that the door was not locked when you barged in. The only weapon in your hand was a wooden spoon you would have used to stir your milk. Your eyes swept over the darkened place to fight the danger off and found none. The danger was in Steve’s mind. He was groaning in his sleep, his brows furrowed, showing his distressed. The sheet was entangled in his muscular limbs, sweat was rolling down his forehead.

He looked like he was in pain.

And you knew what it was, you had experienced what it was. It was something you wanted to run away from, and yet, you couldn’t. You were trapped in your own mind. And tonight, Steve was trapped in his own personal nightmare.

Softly, you brushed your hand on his hair, trying to soothe him. You called his name to wake him up, running your other hand up and down his arm in a pacifying manner.

“Steve, come on. Wake up,” you whispered when he started struggling, his muscles rippling from the intense emotions and anxiety rolling off of him.

“I’m here. No one’s gonna hurt you,” you buried your face on his chest. You had read somewhere that pressure was a good thing when someone was experiencing this to keep them grounded. You had desperately prayed that someone would be there for you when you felt like dying.

“I’m here for you..”

You repeated saying that until you felt him move. And only when his breathing turned normal did you look up at his confused and frightened eyes. Seeing as he was now awake, you attempted to move only for him to shackle you to his front with his muscular arms. He looked at you as if he couldn’t believe you were there with him, as if you were an angel that saved him the moment he thought he would perish.

“Stay,” he whispered, his voice hoarse. You were wary at that point. You felt as though you were crossing a line- something that you could never go back to. With his face so close to yours, you could feel something you never should have felt for this was only a temporary dwelling, your resting place.

This had a deadline.

You had gotten good at ignoring how handsome he was, how strong he was, how gentle he was to you… and how patient he was to all your shenanigans.

Most importantly, you were almost successful at ignoring how protective he was of you that he did not even let you cook. Or how he always had his hand on the small of your back when you two were walking outside. Or how he always checked on you each night and bid you good night. Or how he said without words how no harm would come upon you.

Or how feminine he made you feel.

It was so unlike how other men you had dated treated you. No, they didn’t treat you wrong… they just didn’t treat you the way he was treating you. Or look at you the way he was looking at you right now.

“Please,” he whispered.

And stay, you did.

It was before sunset when you opened your eyes. A heavy arm was thrown on your stomach, you back so close to his front that you could feel his warmth and a hardness you knew what it was. You felt a tinge of heat on your core. It had been too long… You could smell Steve this close. And by heavens, he smelled like home.

He smelled like yours.

But you knew you shouldn’t get attached. This would only bring chaos to his peaceful life. You weren’t ignorant to assume that his life in the military was peaceful. He wouldn’t be like how he was last night if not for the terrors he faced during his service.

And falling for him would only bring terror in his life. You could not bring yourself to ruin the peaceful and idle life he made for himself in this mountain.

With a firm decision, you left his bed.

Steve couldn’t remember sleeping as peacefully as he did…or waking up as late as he did that morning. Yet, all the calmness he felt vanished when he woke up without you. He knew he did not dreamed you. You were there. He felt you there. He held you in his arms. You soothed the demons living in his mind.

But where were you now?

His movements were abrupt as he scanned his room. He hastily moved out of his room, sweeping a look at every room he passed. He placated himself by thinking that you might have moved back to your room to sleep only to be disappointed. Your room looked cold. You weren’t there. He felt his heart beating, the sound drumming out of his ribcage that it hurt. He felt as though he could not breathe. With a poorly constrained terror, he started calling out your name loudly as he moved to every room of his house.

And still, you weren’t there.

You left, he was convinced.

And he felt betrayed.

How could you leave just like that when you brought color to his bleak life? When for the first time in years he felt that he wasn’t alone? How could you leave like that when you were able to silence the demons he tried so hard to kill?

He was hunched over the kitchen counter when he heard a door open. Unknowing that you left a bomb to explode by stepping outside, you flashed Steve a small smile. In your hand was a bunch of flowers you had plucked from around the area. Your smile froze when he walked to you like a bull ready to eviscerate his opponent. Barely stepping back, you were unprepared when you felt his powerful arms around you, his body trembling with anger and anxiety.

“S-Steve?”

If he heard you, he didn’t give an ounce of indication. His hold on you tightened, his face buried on your dainty shoulder. It went for so long that you started feeling uncomfortable. Your mind was set from your morning walk that you would go back to treating him like a friend. You were attempting to get out of his hold when he finally did speak.

“Do you even have an ounce of idea what I would do if you end up getting hurt?” His voice was cold when he spoke. He let you go to look at you. His anger was palpable. The calm and quiet Steve you knew was gone.

“I just went out to-“

“And you didn’t think of the danger?” He asked in indignation. The way he was looking at you made you feel like a petulant child, as though you did a terrible mistake. “You didn’t think that Bucky placed you in my care only for you to get hurt because what? You wanted to pick up flowers? Are you that thoughtless-“ He finally trailed off when he saw tears threatening to fall. Your lips were quivering from hurt. Steve suddenly felt at loss. He went too far, he was afraid to admit.

Without meeting his eyes, you stepped out of his hold, placed the flowers on the counter, and went up to your room.

It was hours later when a knock disrupted you from your hateful thoughts toward him and pitying thoughts for your situation. You were pouting when the door opened, revealing the person who vexed you today. You didn’t say anything, merely threw daggers his way. Steve didn’t know how to deal with someone like you, yet he knew he was in the wrong. He let his emotions get the best of him.

“I’m sorry, angel,” he said, watching your expressionless face. You hated how he talked to you. There was already someone bungling your life and making it miserable and making you feel like you were so small that he could step on you. You didn’t need another man to do that.

Coldly, you replied, “I only accept apologies in cash.”

And that was how you found yourself in town. Steve was on guard as he walked with you, his towering height made it possible to see everyone. He was serious while you were jumping up and down from excitement. It had been close to half a year since you were out in the public, and this felt like a treat to you. You were so used to living and providing for yourself that when shit happened, it was a big adjustment for you. Yet now, you had no qualm spending his money. It was reparation for damages that he did to you, you thought.

You smiled evilly as he paid for the camera that you bought.

It was not the fanciest, you were not that evil. But it was so long since you last held a camera. You were a photographer, one of the best actually. You were winning contests left and right. One day, you were innocently taking a photo of a landscape, admiring the nature and the vast land before you. Your focus was on the deers wandering aimlessly. You went home that day like any other work day. It was the next day when you were reviewing your photos that you noticed that just behind the deers, almost hidden behind the trees, were three men. One man looked like he was running, the other two was laughing with guns in their hands. It turned out you were a witness to a crime. Not long after, the body was found.

And that was how you got entangled in this whole fiasco.

It was almost December, and the market was already decorated with Christmas lights and in the middle of it all was the huge tree. You pulled Steve in front of it, lifted the camera, and took a picture of the two of you. You were looking at the camera, and he was looking down at you with a small smile in his face.

December came. It was the day before Christmas when Steve found you in the kitchen, attempting once again to cook properly. Regardless of the taste, Steve always ate your food without any reluctance. Yet, what you were cooking looked festive that it confused him.

“Is there an occasion?” He asked as he sipped his coffee, thankfully no longer salty.

“I’m one year closer to death.”

“Excuse me?”

“It’s my birthday.”

You faced him with a smile. Steve walked to you, before embracing you in his arms. “I am so happy you’re alive, angel. Happy birthday,” he whispered in your ears. He wanted to say how happy he was you were here, too. Yet, he didn’t.

That night, he laid out the table so beautifully. Candles were lit in the middle. Steve cooked for the two of you, and he took out wine from his cellar. You and him were sitting on the floor in front of the fireplace with wine glass in your hand.

“You never asked me why I had a nightmare,” Steve stated, he was swirling the wine as he looked at you. You could feel his body warmth this close. The wine, the candle, and the way he looked at you felt like this was something intimate.

“I figured if you wanted me to know, you would.”

“You weren’t curious.”

“We all have demons to live with. That’s what I thought. And I hope you defeat your demons,” you admitted before sipping from your glass.

What you didn’t know was his demons were becoming less and less strong the longer you stayed with him, he thought. You could silence them.

“Did you enjoy your birthday, angel?”

“I did. Also, why are you calling me an angel?”

“Because I feel safe with you.”

“What?” You sputtered. If anything, he should be the angel with the way he took you in when he didn’t have to. “If that’s the case, you’re the angel, Steve. You make me feel safe,” you stated with sincerity in your voice.

“I know I’m an imposition to you. I’m thankful that you took me in. Bucky mentioned that he’s almost sure that this will end soon. Thank you for letting me stay here, Steve. Soon, you can have this haven all to yourself. I will never forget your kindness. You’re my angel.”

When you finally looked up, you noticed how serious he was looking at you. His eyes drifted to your lips. Unconsciously, you licked your lips. Suddenly you felt as though you were parched. Steve hated the thought of him living in this mountain without you. You had been here for only close to three months and yet, you changed him. His house no longer felt cold. His house no longer felt empty. He hated the thought of losing you.

He thought that you were meant to be here.

Steve lowered his face to you, inch by inch. Until you felt his lips on you. He kissed you slowly at first, so softly that your eyes fluttered close. It was only when you opened your lips did he kiss you with such intensity that it made your breathless. His hand was on the back of your head, pulling you closer to him. His tongue demanded entrance, and you were too willing to give in. The taste of mint and wine on his lips made you kissed him deeper. With his strength, he pulled you on top of him. You were straddling him, and his hands were discovering your curves. The hard evidence of his pleasure was pressed on your core.

You were humping him, all rational thoughts flew out of your brain the moment his lips touched yours. From this angle, you could feel how big he was. You were moaning when his lips skimmed to your neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses. Your pulse was erratic, he noted. You were as affected as he was. With barely restrained impatience, Steve placed you on the carpeted floor, his body closely following as he topped you. He caressed your soft thigh, your dress falling to your waist which gave him access to your core. As if to tease you, Steve ran his hand from your neck to your chest, down to your stomach, and finally to your thong.

“Naughty girl,” he whispered in your ear. “I bet you’re dripping wet for me.” Without any warning, he tore your thong away from you. He was in the middle of your parted legs, his look dark as he focused on your core. His finger traced your slit, making you moan as he smirked at how wet you were for him. “Fuck, you’re so wet. Your cunt is so wet for me.”

He slid down. Steve opened your pussy wider with his fingers and with his tongue, he tasted you. You were shocked at how much pleasure he was giving you that when he dove in and ate you like a man starved, you felt yourself go. Yet, he didn’t stop. A finger eased in you as he sucked your clit, moaning with gusto. You were so tight that he wondered how he would fit in you. He was thinking you were his, only his after this.

You were on your second orgasm, your legs shivering when he finally lifted his face. His beard was drenched with your essence, his hair falling on his forehead as he looked at you with heat in his eyes. Your dress was the next to go.

You were too in hazed from your orgasms, and his mouth sucking ferociously on your breast that you didn’t know how he got you and him naked. Yet, the next thing you knew, he was pressing his hard cock against your pussy. He kept pressing the head against you.

“You want me,” he said darkly. It wasn’t lost on you that it was not a question. Yet, you nodded your head. Because at that moment, you did want him more than anything else.

Steve rub his cock on your swollen clit before sliding it down on your tight hole. And then he shoved it inside you, pushing you to the edge once again.

He was only too glad you were too into it that you didn’t notice he had no protection. Or that he came inside you.

He was only too glad to taste you when you were awake. He had craved hearing your moans.

He was only too glad that you were a heavy sleeper some nights that he was able to spread your legs and taste you. He even marked your pussy with his cum on some nights. Of course, you would never know that. It was his secret.

Your talk about how this would all end, how he was going to be alone soon made him crazy. You didn’t know, but you unknowingly traded a dangerous man to another devil. He’d have a talk with Bucky, of course. Bucky would understand that he had to keep you. You’d go nowhere. You were his. He had been good all his life. Didn’t he deserve a Christmas gift, too? You and a baby soon, perhaps?

He smiled at your sleeping form. He couldn’t stop himself from hugging you closer. The snow was falling beautifully outside, the fire had long simmered. The sun was starting to rise. This was what Christmas truly felt like, Steve thought.

When you finally stirred, he whispered, “Merry Christmas, my angel.”

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imyourbratzdoll · 1 year

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hi bestie 🥺👉👈 I saw that your requests are open so… yandere!nomad!Steve falling for someone while on the run, he still wears disguises and stays low profile so it’s easy to follow her around, but he grows tired of the distance and strikes !! me thinks… he has her swooning immediately (after all, he already knows everything about her), and goes full daddy mode during their first time: rough and nasty but sweet, a dash of mean and condescending bc she fell right into his trap 🫶✨

hi, baby! I really hope you like this, and I'm sorry it took so long, I wasn't expecting a literal writing goddess to request something, so I wanted to make it as good as possible!🥺

summary - the moment steve saw you, he knew he needed to have you. so he thought the best way to get to know you... was to stalk you, what happens when he finally makes his move?

warning - stalking, voyeurism, masturbation, semi-public, smut, daddy kink, potential kidnapping.

18+ only please, the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips and @firefly-graphics

Steve couldn’t stop. For months, he’s been following you wherever you go, watching you. He’s even gone as far as stalking you to your home, sneaking a peek through the windows. His favourite part was when you slept, well, the second favourite. Nothing could beat watching you shower and lathering your nude form with lotions afterwards or the fact you’d take out your pathetic excuse of a toy and shyly play with your pretty little cunt.

A grunt falls from his lips as he tugs on his throbbing member. Steve’s lust-filled eyes focus on your exposed cotton white knickers, balls tightening as the cloth sticks to your folds. The thought of getting caught excites him even more. Steve watches your soft breasts bounce when you stand, and the sight causes him to pick up the pace.

When Steve feels his end approach, he stops and tucks his hard cock back into his pants. A dark smile forms on his face as he stands at full height. Steve’s grown tired of just watching you. He wants to feel you under him. He wants to make you moan his name instead of those pathetic ones you let out with your small toy.

The burly man takes long strides toward the naive woman. When he gets close enough, your vanilla perfume fills his senses. His cock twitches, and the excitement of finally talking to you, makes him nearly cum. He clears his throat as he stands behind you, needing your attention.

The squeak that leaves your mouth and how you look up at him with those doe-like eyes as you spin around. Nearly make Steve go feral, he offers a charming smile, hoping not to scare you away. Steve holds back a smirk as you relax under his gaze, “sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you. I just couldn’t help but notice how beautiful you look and had to come to introduce myself.” He puts a handout, nearly groaning when you slip your small one onto his. “I’m Steve.”

“I’m Y–Y/n” He brings her hand to his lips and gently kisses her flesh, enjoying how her cheeks turn a rosy pink.

“That’s a beautiful name, which doesn’t surprise me as you look like a goddess.” A smooth chuckle leaves his lips, his hand still holding yours as he looks down at you. “Would a gorgeous woman like yourself be willing to let me take her out?” A dark smile appears on Steve’s face when you nod, cheeks turning a darker shade of pink.

“D–Daddy! Too much! Ohhh.” Steve growls, slowly pulling his cock from your tight cunt only to thrust back in roughly. One hand grips your hip while the other pulls the front of your dress down, groaning as your breasts bounce free. Steve leans down and latches onto your nipple, grunting as you pulse around his thick, throbbing member.

“T–Too much? Is my cock too big for the poor baby?” His large form leans over your tiny body, squashing you further into the bed as his thrusts continue. “Weren’t you just begging me to fuck you, baby? I thought you said you could take me. Were you lying to me, sweetheart?” His cock throbs as you whimper, feeling his cock throb as thick tears roll down your face. You feel so full and split open at the same time your mind begins to go dumb. “C’mon, sweetheart. I know you can answer me. Don’t you want to make daddy happy?”

“I do! I do! I wan’ make daddy happy! F–Feels good, so good!” You babble, drool leaking out of your mouth and eyes rolling to the back of your head, legs tightening around his waist, wanting to feel him deeper. A whine escapes you as his thrusts become more brutal, causing your body to move up the bed. “Daddy! M–my daddy!”

Steve grunts, his darkened blue eyes glaring down at your sopping cunt, watching his cock pierce in and out of you. “That’s right, sweetheart. All yours, just like you’ll always be mine.” Your hands curl and grip the blankets, biting into your lip as you stare up at the god-like man. Steve deepens his thrusts. “You going to be my good girl and cum? Cover daddy’s cock with your juices?” You nod, whimpering and crying as your walls tighten and spasm around him. Steve groans as it becomes harder for him to pound into you. Using some of his super soldier strength, he pushes through. His eyes roll back as you squeeze his thick member. Juices squirt from your used hole, covering him and the sheets around you. Your body sags into the bed, and exhausted moans leave you when he continues to pound into you, taking his bottom lip between his teeth as his balls tighten and his cock twitches. Steve buries deep inside you, letting go, spurts of his thick cum filling and leaking out of you.

You whimper when Steve pulls out of you, tiredly watching as he lifts his finger and collects the cum that leaks from your hole and pushes it back in with a curl of his finger. “D–Daddy…” Steve continues to thrust and curl his finger until you twitch and more of your juices coat him.

He takes his finger out and puts it into his mouth, groaning as he tastes you. His eyes roll back, sucking your juices off of his finger. Steve crawls beside you and pulls your used body against his large one, stroking your hair as you slowly drift off to sleep. “It’s okay, sweetheart….” He looks down at you and smirks, “You have no idea how much I have been holding myself back from you.” Steve leans down and presses a kiss on the top of your head whilst whispering. “And now that I’ve finally had you, I’m never letting you go. I love you too much to let you slip from my fingers, my sweet baby doll.”

He lies back, slowly drifting to sleep with you in his arms, smiling as he thinks of the cute little sounds you’ll make as you cry when you wake up and find yourself in an unknown place. Steve found you once and won’t let the last of his happiness disappear.

You will be Steve’s forever… whether you like it or not.

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kind-of-crazy-butthatsokay · 7 months

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Best Friends on paper 📮

Summary: You've been matched up with a pen pal through a website, but what is merely an outlet for you and a confidant to tell your secrets to, is something completely different for him.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x fem!Reader (hinted at short!Reader too)

(No use of descriptive words for Reader's appearance. If you do stumble across one, please let me know and I'll immediately find a more inclusive alternative)

Warnings: 18+, non-con (touching, fingering), kidnapping of sorts, deranged Steve Rogers, manipulation, forced relationship, obsession and obsessive baheviour

Word count: 2k

Author's note: My second entry for @the-slumberparty's BINGO challenge! The squares I filled this time are "Pen pals", "Campfire", "Beach day" and "Brainwashing"

We love us some deranged, obsessed Steve Rogers and when I read the Pen Pal square, I knew we needed Mister Old-fashioned to make an appearance! Have fun reading this one ;D

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“You said you loved me. You did. Stop struggling,” Steve grunts into you ear, his hand firmly planted over your mouth as he drags your flailing form further away from your group of friends.

Your kicking and muffled protests don't deter him, his hulking frame dwarfing yours easily, allowing him to effortlessly man-handle you as he pleases.

“Shhh, sweetheart. It's just me, just Steve. I'm your friend, remember?” the man husks, his hot breath dampening the back of your neck.

Your shake your head as best as you can, your mind spinning with the disorientating events crashing down on your.

“You're not my friend,” you try to say, but it only comes out as stifled mumbling from behind the gigantic paw covering up half your face to keep you quiet.

This isn't Steve, it can't be. Steve is nice, sweet. He'd been matched to you on a random pen pal website you signed up on out of boredom, the two of you hitting it off quickly and building a nice bond through the letters you sent each other regularly.

It's a little old-timey, but you enjoyed writing Steve letters. He even included a picture of himself in one of them and you did the same in return.

But this brute behind you, that is not the man from the picture.

Steve is short, a little skinny, and his hair has a pretty shade of blond and his smile is infectious.

The man stealing you away from the roaring fire burning by the shore, your friends still scattered around it in small groups, is not short or skinny.

He is dragging your jerking body through the sand, your feet uselessly slipping on the little grains of sand while you watch the camp fire grow smaller, the flickering flames no longer illuminating the ground around you, its warmth too far to comfort you.

Before you know what is happening, you're hauled up a slippery dune, now finally out of sight for all your friends or any by-passers as you're shoved down the other side.

There, in between dunes and bushes, sits a picnic blanket, small lanterns standing on two corners of it that light up the space.

“It's me, Steve. I did all this for you. You always said you wanted to have a picnic by the beach and spend the night outside looking at the stars. I remember it. You said it in one of your first letters you sent to me,” the man babbles, his tone so urgent he sounds almost possessed.

His words are what concerns you though, not how he says them. Because it's the truth. You'd told your pen pal Steve about wanting to spend a night at the beach to watch the stars, had laid out the whole romantic fantasy you dreamed of on lonely nights.

You reach the blanket and the hand on your face loosens. You're spun around to face your kidnapper and when you instinctively lift your head to stare up at the man's face, your heart sinks.

“Hi, sweetheart. I knew you'd recognise me,” Steve says with a wide smile, his white teeth glinting in the low light of the lanterns around you.

You're petrified. This man does look like Steve. But he's bigger, stronger. And this big, scary man knows all your deepest secrets and desires.

You've told Steve everything, because what could be the harm in it? He's always been states away, just a picture you keep in your desk drawer and ink-soaked pieces of paper. You never thought there would be any harm in confiding in him.

Well, you were wrong.

“You- You..” stammer and stare up at him. “You look different.”

Steve grins and shrugs as if he didn't look like he could easily break you in half as opposed to the skinny boy he's sent you a picture of.

“You too. Better, so much better in person. God, you're beautiful. Come here,” he says and without warning moves his hands from your arms where he was holding you still to your face and swoops in for a forceful kiss.

You let out a startled sound and jerk your hands up to push at him, but he doesn't budge, hips lips firmly pressed to yours, tongue poking at them as he tries to gain entrance.

Your muffled protests make him stop eventually, his face pulled into a frown as he pulls his head away to peer down at you.

“What is wrong? You said you loved me, sweetheart. I came all the way to surprise you, I prepared this night. It needs to be perfect, so play along! It's your fantasy after all,” he says, an edge to his voice as he scowls down at you.

“I- I... Steve, I don't love you, I don't even know you, I-”

“Stop! You know me, we've been writing letters for months. I know what you like and what you dream of for your future. I know your favourite food and colour. I said I love you and you said it back! You wrote it in our letters, you did!” Steve shouts, his face reddening with agitation.

You take a step back, now positively terrified of the deranged man before you. How could he be the same person who's been writing you fro almost a year now?

“Sit down, come on, sit. We're going to enjoy this night, I made it perfect for you,” he says, quieter now, but still obviously displeased by your resistance.

Not daring to disobey and upset this crazy man, you let Steve push you down on the blanket. He sits down next to you and then forces you to recline into a laying position. He lies down as well and then grabs your hand, his fingers forcing your clenched ones apart to hold them.

You lie there, heart beating wildly and wide eyes staring at the night sky, the stars twinkling back at you as they watch the situation unfold.

“Isn't this nice? Good thing the sky is clear. I've been waiting for the weather to clear up and tonight is just perfect for our first night together. The first of many,” Steve swoons beside you, his deep voice floating around you.

Your hand hangs limply in his as you try to get a grip on your situation.

All you wanted was to spend a day at the beach with your friends. You had brought food and snacks for the whole day and enough wood to keep your camp fire going through the night.

But that is forgotten now, your friends too far away to help or hear you and this psycho beside you instead of someone else, someone you knew.

“You're so beautiful, baby. I looked at your picture every day, wondering how soft your skin would be under my fingertips, what you would smell like, taste like...” Steve rumbles beside you, his head turned to look at you, warm breath ghosting over your cheek.

You swallow, stiff as a board and terrified of the meaning of his words.

“Will you let me find out, sweetheart? You will, won't you? I know you want to,” he says, his hand letting go of yours as he shifts up onto his elbow to stare down at you.

When you don't answer, too scared to say no and not wanting to say yes, he lets out a huff.

“Playing hard to get? Let me convince you...”

You don't have time to react, Steve's frame moving with a speed that should be impossible for someone so big, slotting between your legs with a shove of his hips.

He widens his thighs as he kneels between yours, pushing them further apart when you jerk away and try to close them.

“No! Steve, stop. No, no, no-” You start to chant, hands slapping at every bit of him that you can reach as some sort of survival instinct kicks in.

“Stop pretending you don't want this! I know everything about you, you told me. I know you want this, I know, I know, I know,” he barks, repeating himself over and over as if he's trying to convince you.

Grabbing your flailing hands in one of his, he gets to work on ripping off your swim clothes, the thin fabric stretching and ripping underneath his violent hand until it's gone and your body is bared to his eyes.

“Pleeease, no,” you sob out, legs kicking on either side of his, hands fighting in his grip to cover yourself, but he doesn't budge.

“Shhhh, you'll like it, sweetheart. I'm good at this, I promise,” he shushes you, his words of affirmation doing nothing to quell the horror and shame of being naked and at the mercy of this lunatic.

You squeak when he reaches down and easily finds your clit, spit-wet finger getting to work and drawing tight circles around the little nub while you squirm and whine beneath him.

But there's no getting away and you have no choice but to endure his patient rubbing and circling, forced to witness your body's surrender that comes in the form of thick slick collecting at your entrance.

Shame boils hot in your gut and when Steve lets go of your hands in favour of kneading your breasts, you hide behind your sweaty palms. You can't look at him, you won't.

“There we go, your body knows what you need, baby. Look at that pretty little pussy getting nice and wet for me,” Steve mumbles appraisingly, finger abandoning your clit in favour of exploring further down.

He pushes one thick finger inside your pussy, the digit easily slipping in. It's quickly followed by another and he twists his hand to rest the heel of it on your clit.

“So tight, hmm. Made for me,” Steve mumbles to himself, eyes fixated on where he's sinking his digits into you.

He starts fingering you, fingers pushing in and out of you, his hand grinding into your clit harder and harder the faster he goes.

You can't hide the noises he pulls from you, wet squelching and helpless moans alike ringing out around you.

The familiar hot tension in your gut rises and your hands slap down on the blanket beside you, fingers fisting the fabric when Steve angles his fingers just so, rubbing that spot inside you that sends tingles of pleasure shooting down your legs and up your back.

“Come on, come for me. I know you need it, your little pussy is clenching down on my big fingers. Feels good, doesn't it?” he eggs you on, hand speeding up and finally tipping you over that edge.

“There we go, yes! Good girl,” Steve exclaims triumphantly as he works you through your orgasm, watching your trembling limbs with a deranged kind of satisfaction.

He pulls his fingers out of you with a wet sound and lifts them to his mouth. You watch through half-lidded eyes how he opens his mouth and sucks your slick from his fingers with a pleasured moan, his own eyes falling shut.

“Knew you'd taste good, baby. So good. I need more, baby. I'm sorry, I can't help it, I just need more,” he rambles, hastily shifting between your limp legs until his face is level with your sensitive pussy, slick still leaking from the twitching opening.

“Just a taste...” he grunts before sticking out his tongue and dragging it across the length of your cunt with an obscene moan.

You jerk away when he touches your clit, but his hands swiftly wrap around your thighs, keeping your core anchored to his face.

Whines and breathless gasps escape you as you writhe in his hold, your head growing foggy with the pleasure forced on you.

When your second orgasm rushes through you in a shuddering wave and Steve keeps going on, you limply resign yourself to a long night of forced pleasure. With him, there's no getting away.

Never.

After all, he knows everything about you.

...

There we go, he's got her in his clutches now-

Here's my updated Bingo card!

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andydrysdalerogers · 8 months

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Under the Hood

Dark! Mechanic Steve Rogers x F!Reader

A broken car, a handsome hero. Nothing but a spark between you. If only you knew...

Song: Tainted Love by Soft Cell

Word Count: ~ 2.7K

Warning: 18+ only! SMUT!, drugging, dub-con, degradation, oral (f-receiving), dark! Steve Rogers

Mood board by: @georgiapeach30513

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

A/N: This came from the mood board challenge game that @georgiapeach30513 hosted a few weeks ago. I spun the wheels and have been pushed out of my comfort zone. My spins were Mechanic Steve Rogers, degradation and drugging. Please heed the warnings below.

As this is an out of my comfort zone fic, feedback would be appreciated but being mean or rude comments will not be tolerated and you will be promptly blocked.

Doing my normal taglist at the bottom. Please let me know if you want to be removed.

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Climbing down the steps of your building, your smile is big as you look forward to your day. Being an art teacher was fun, especially with the younger children. As you climbed in your vehicle, you couldn’t help but sigh. Today was going to be a great day.

But then, your car wouldn’t start.

“C’mon,” you muttered. Your smile fell. This was an older car for sure, but it wasn’t that old. You got out and popped the hood. Not seeing anything out of place. You tossed your head back and sighed. So much for it being a great day.

“Need some help?”

You jumped and whipped around to the voice behind you. A man, a gorgeous man stood behind you, a rag wiping grease from his hands. You eyed him, up and down. Blonde hair, blue eyes, scruff around his chiseled jaw, white, dirty shirt that was fitted to a narrow waist and tone legs wrapped in jeans. Motorcycle boots finished the look and you managed to look back up at the Adonis standing in front of you. You swallow, “my car won’t start.”

“I can see that. Can I look?” He smiled but you hesitated. “My name is Steve and I work at the garage.” He pointed to the garage, Barnes Automotive. It had been a staple in the neighborhood for years.

“Sure.” You stepped aside, smoothing out your dress as Steve ducked his head under the hood. You chewed your lip as he fiddled with the engine.

“Looks like there are a couple of problems, sweetheart. Gonna take a few weeks to repair.” He looked at you as he cleaned his hands.

“No,” you whispered. Tears began to flood your eyes. What were you going to do? You had to get to work and now you were stuck.

“You ok?”

“No,” you repeated, louder this time. “I don’t know a lot of people in this town and I’m not sure how I’ll get to work and stuff.” You sniffed, trying to keep the tears at bay.

“Well, I can give you a ride,” Steve offered. “I’m at the garage early and I can step out to take you and pick you up. We’re neighbors after all.”

“Oh, I couldn’t impose.”

“My mama would whoop my ass if I left a lady all alone, stranded. Promise, I don’t bite.” He smiled again and you melted. There was nothing wrong with accepting help. “C’mon sweetheart, what do say?”

And it started. Every day, Steve would give you a ride in his classic black Mustang and pick you up every night. You would chat the five or so miles every day. He had coffee ready for you, once he learned of your preferences. He was charming and sweet.

And every day, you fell, more and more.

Steve was falling in love.

Well, to be honest, he had been in love with you for months. When he first saw you, you were moving into the neighborhood. You were beautiful, your hair swept up in a bun at the top of your head with a glitter headband that made him think you had a halo. Jean short that hugged your ass as your shirt was knotted at the waist. Just the sight of you made his dick twitch, your hair, skin, clothes, everything made his blood sing.

“I need to know her,” he told his best friend, Bucky.

Bucky whistled, “she is a dime. What’s your plan?”

“Get to know her. However way I can.” Steve smirked and walked away, putting his plan into motion.

About six weeks into the repairs, you needed a mental health day. You sent a text to Steve to let him know that you were staying home.

You: I’m sorry, I need a rest day, not going to work

Steve: everything ok?

You: yeah, I'm just needed a break. Going to veg on the couch

You: I’ll miss your coffee tho

You got no response to that last message. Frowning, you went to make your own cup when there was a knock on the door. Curious, you looked through the peephole and smiled. “Steve, what are you doing here?”

“I didn’t want you to miss your cup of coffee.” He held out the travel mug to you, the special one he bought especially after mixing up the cups once before.

“Oh, you didn’t have to be so sweet,” you swooned. You took the cup and took a sip. “So good.”

Steve grinned; “I added some cinnamon to the coffee.”

“God, my own personal barista.” You gave him a big smile. “You want to come in?”

“Sure, if that’s ok.”

“It is. I’m just taking a me day today. Veg out, you know.”

Steve frowned. “Veg out?”

“Lay like broccoli.” You giggled. “It's from a movie. Pretty Woman?”

“Never seen it.”

Your jaw dropped. “Steve! How could you have gone through life without seeing Pretty Woman. Rich guy meets hooker, and they make an arrangement to help him. But before she gets paid, she falls in love.” You clutch your hands to your chest. “And then the guy chases after her to tell her he loves her too.”

“Sweetheart, I’m a guy. We don’t watch movies like that.”

“Well, you will today.” You took his hand and tugged him to the couch. You sat down next to him and pulled your blanket over your legs.

“Sweetheart...”

“Nope. I need to educate you.” You flipped on the movie and reached for your coffee to sip. As the movie started, you snuggled closer to Steve, the warmth of his body drawing you in. The smell of the coffee, his cologne mixed with his natural scent was an aphrodisiac. You sighed when he put his arm around behind you.

Steve ran his long fingers over your skin, fluttering along the now sensitive flesh on your arm. Suddenly, you wanted to be closer. You scooted right next to him and laid your head on his shoulder as he dropped his arm around your waist. His fingers now played with the strip of flesh that was exposed from your shirt riding up.

“Steve,” you whispered.

“Yeah baby, this ok?”

You turned your head up to look up at him. He could see your pupils were blown, desire and lust filled them that all he could see was black. He smirks as he trails his finger down your cheek and watches as your eyes close from the sensation. “Open them,” he growls. You blink your eyes open to see the positively feral look in his eyes. “Mine.” And he kisses you.

It’s everything you didn’t expect but everything you dreamed of. His lips are soft, but they kiss you rough and needy. You’re needy. You shift or he shifts you, you’re not exactly sure but now you’re in his lap, straddling him, your hands on his face to hold him to you, his arms around your hips. You pulled back to breathe. “Steve,” you mumbled.

“You like this, don’t you baby girl. Rubbing yourself on me like a little slut.” He pulled you back in and rocked your hips back and forth on his lap. Your thin cotton shorts allowed him to feel how hot your pussy was, and it left nothing to the imagination. The friction on your pussy from his erection pushing up through his jeans was mind-blowing.

Desire flooded your blood, his words setting you on fire. “Fuck, Steve,” you moaned as your hips began to move on their own.

“That’s it, grind on my cock. Fucking slut.” Steve assaulted your neck and shoulders, moving your shirt out of the way. “Fuck this,” he yanked the shirt off of your body, grinning at the fact that you had no bra on. “God damn, these tits are just made to be sucked on.”

“Yes, please,” you moaned. Your mind was spiraling; you’ve never been so turned on. It borderline hurt, the need to have Steve touch you, taste you, fill you. God, you needed Steve to fuck you, like yesterday.

Steve chuckles darkly at your neediness. “I’m going to destroy this pussy soon enough baby.” When you whined louder, he grinned. “You like that, don’t you, you dirty whore. You want me to wreck this body.” You nodded and Steve flipped you onto the couch, so he hovered on top. He rolled his hips against you, and you shuddered at his hard length pressing into you. “How long has it been, hmm?”

You went silent, embarrassed at how long it had been since you had been with a man. Lust was overcoming your senses, but you resisted answering him.

“It's been that long, huh?” Steve chuckled as he took a nipple into his mouth. Your back arched, relishing the feeling of his hot mouth on you.

“S-steve, fuck, please!”

“Oh, beg for me, slut, beg for what you want. Fucking brat can’t wait, can she? Maybe I’ll choke you on my cock so I can see your lips wrapped around me.” You keened at the suggestion and Steve’s jaw dropped for a second before pulling himself off of you and moving you to your knees. “Open, fucking cock tease and choke on me.”

You didn’t hesitate, wait, why didn’t you hesitate? Your mind was in a daze of lust and yearning.

And Steve knew.

He knew why you didn’t hesitate. For once, John Walker had been proven useful. “Just a drop,” he said, “in her drink and she becomes putty in your hands.” And the six weeks of spending time together in the car had put your guard down. So trusting, so innocent, so … his.

The first touch of your lips on his cock was like lighting up his spine. “Fuck, that mouth is hot,” he moaned as you bobbed on the tip. You weren't sure if you could take all of Steve. He was the largest you had ever seen or been with. Steve threaded his hand into your hair and pushed you deeper onto him. “I said to choke, you stupid slut. I want my dick to be imprinted on your throat.” His other hand grabbed at your neck and squeezed just enough to feel his cock. “That’s it, my little slut.”

You gagged as his cock punched your throat. Tears mixed your saliva as you took as much of Steve as you could. The man was at least nine inches of solid, velveting man and just feeling every ridge made yor core tingle in delight.

Before Steve could release, he pulled back. “No, I want to cum inside this pussy.” He lifted you off the floor and into his arms, wrapping your legs around his waist. His cock was nestled in between you and you could feel it pulsing, wanting to release and fill you with his warmth. “I wanna watch my cum leak out of your gaping, stretched out hole so I can push it back into it.” You shuddered at his words. Steve chuckled. You like that, hmm? He throws you on the bed and reaches for your sleep shorts. Not even fighting me. Horny bitch. He rips the rest of your clothes away and you squeak at the force.

He latches on to a nipple and your back arches as he bites and tugs on the peak. “St-st-steve,” you wail as he continues to lavish attention.

“Beg for it, slut. Beg me to fuck you hard. Beg for my cock to fill you up and leave my seed I your womb, fucking cock drunk whore.” You cry as he sinks down as pulls your clit between his teeth. “Knew you were cock drunk when you can’t even beg. Beg, dammit! Beg or I won’t give you want you want! God damn slut! Bet you just prance around like a goddam tease for all of the other guys in the neighborhood. Bet you have a line so they can just use you.” His big hand covered your throat.

This snaps you out of your daze, grabbing onto his wrist. “No! No I don’t. I’m not a whore!”

“Yes, you are, slut. Wasted no time letting me in here. Am I the first?” He scoffed. “I doubt it.”

“No! No! Just you, only you, Stevie, just you!” You cried as Steve held your throat tighter. “Only want you,” you whispered as the air flow began to dwindle.

Steve felt your hand begin to loosen from his wrist and he let go of the pressure. You gasped and he pushed hard into your tight heat. “Fuuuuuck,” he moaned, feeling you wrapped around him.

You tried to make a noise at the intrusion, pain screaming through your body. But your brain, well your brain enjoyed the pain. It wanted to Steve’s cock to wreck your body but had no idea why. You just needed him and the pain was worth the pleasure you were feeling now. Steve withdrew and you whimpered at the slight loss. He chuckled. “Needy cock slut.” He slammed back into you, and you found your voice, screaming.

He kept the pace, pounding into you as his filthy words penetrating the air. His cock was so deep, you swore it was in your stomach at this point. His pubic hair was brushing along your clit, sending zings through your core, causing you to clench around him.

“Oh fuck, this pussy is gripping me so tight. Wanna cum, slut? Use your words.”

“Pl-please!”

“Words, fucking cunt. Use. Your. WORDS!” He punctuated each word with a thrust into you.

“Please let me cum!” You screamed as the pleasure was reaching its point.

“CUM!”

He roared as he pinched your clit.

It was like lighting through you. You pulsed and exploded, squeezing his cock so hard, he couldn’t move. “That’s it, fuck, Such a good little whore.” The tension in your body eased and you were pliant under Steve. He continued to move, thrusting to meet his end. You cried out from oversensitivity.

“Can’t,” you cried.

“Oh yes you can.” Steve kissed you hard until you were bubbling underneath him, your body climbing again. “I need to fill this body with my cum. Fuck, gonna make you a mommy, little whore.”

Why would he say that? You thanked God that you were on birth control but still his words, shit, his words were bringing your body to the brink again. “Steve,” you moaned.

“Ready for another? Wanna be my cum drop, hmm? Let me fuck my baby into you?” Steve thrusted harder and harder. You cried out, his hips slamming into you. “That’s it, cum again. Let me fill this slutty pussy up.” One, two and you were gone, eyes rolling back as your body arched from the third explosive orgasm of the day. “Fuck! Yes!” And with a thrust, Steve flooded your womb with his warmth. He slowed his hips, dumping everything he had into you.

He lay on top, his head in the crook of your neck, catching his breath. You didn’t move and when he lifted his head, he smirked as he realized you were passed out under him. He pulled out and saw his cum starting to seep out. “Whoops, gotta keep the good stuff in there.” He pushed his cum back into you.

After grabbing a towel from your bathroom and cleaning you up, he went back to the living room and saw a couple of things had fallen from his jacket. He saw the packet of pills, snorting at the thought of him switching out your birth control for the last few weeks. “A necessary evil,” he said to himself. Honestly, he wanted a family as soon as possible with you and hopefully this session took.

The second item was more unusual, but it was the catalysis to start his dreams. The saying was that you just need a spark to start something wonderful. But really, you just needed a spark plug to get our engine going. Not that you were going to be going anywhere other than to his apartment to start your new life.

He tsk at the thought. If only she knew to check under the hood more often.

Ah well. Lesson learned. Future planned. Girl secured.

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 2 years

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Appetite for Destruction

Warnings: noncon, trickery, darkness in general, size kink, you know how it goes.

Summary: Steve Rogers asks you for a favour. (short reader)

Characters: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes

Note: I wanted to write touch starved Bucky so I busted this out real quick. All and any feedback is always welcome. Please take care of yourself <3

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When the Steve Rogers came to you and said he needed your help, you couldn't think of how to say no. Nor could you guess how he even knew of your existence. Another cog in the machine of the compound, your significance ends where the next person starts. A lowly administrative rat running on the wheel of eternal documents.

But he knew your name and he claimed you could do him a favour. Captain America giving you a mission you can hardly deny. He does not say what, you assume the same confidentiality that keeps so man lips sealed in those hallways. He only asks that you meet him after work, that you go with him to some undisclosed location. You truly feel like some covert spy, though you still wear the appearance of the mousy office minion.

You're nervous. You flick the corner of your subway pass, wondering if this is some cruel joke, an unexpected act of trickery from the noble patriot. You chew your lip as you stand in the underground parking lot, watching the minutes tick by as you resign yourself to catching the later train.

"Hey," his voice chases away your doubt and you turn to watch Steve approach. He zips up his jacket, the high collar nearly touching his chin as he smiles at you, "you came?"

"So did you," you bounce on your feet anxiously, "I... if I'm being honest, I didn't believe you, you know? Wouldn't be the first time I fell for some joke."

"Joke?" His face grows grim, "no, I wouldn't-- wait, who--"

"It's fine, it didn't hurt anyone," you tuck your hands into your sleeves and shiver, it's cold in the empty lot.

"You okay?" he asks. "Yeah, yeah, it's just chilly," you say. "Oh, uh... I wouldn't know," his mouth slants, "side effect from being... me."

"Really? I never thought of that."

"No one does," he chuckles, "anyway, we should get going."

"Um, okay, but uh, er..." you stumble to follow as he turns away, "can I know where?"

Your short legs take two steps to each one of his long strides. You feel ridiculous small next to him, not that you've ever felt big in your life.

"I can't really say, not here," he keeps his eyes ahead of him, "somewhere secure, though."

"Alright, I'm just a bit... confused."

"It's not really something I can explain, you have to see it."

"Ah," you stop at the trunk of a silver car as he goes around the driver's side, "can I at least know why it has to be me?"

He looks at you over the roof, his blue eyes burning in the fluorescent shadows of the underground, "because you're the only one here uncorrupted."

"What does that mean?"

"Please, get in," he glances over you and you follow his gaze to the camera mounted on the cement pillar, "promise, in due time. You trust me, don't you?"

"Of course, you're Cap."

He gives a weak smile and nods to the car, "exactly."

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Past the urban skyline of the city, your nerves begin to mount, peaking in a flurry of fear. Your inner dialogue swings between panic and reassurance of the presence next to you. Steve's a hero, a good guy, you're just helping him out. That's an honour you could never imagine.

The sky darkens, an hour passes, then two, well outside the bound of New York City. You see the moon and chew your thumb as you lean into the door, resisting the urge to doze. You peek over at him, his large hand on the wheel as he watches the road.

He slows and flips the blinkers next to a gravelly road that leads into the dark huddle firs. You sit up curiously as he turns and you try to see past the shadows, the headlights offering two yellow orbs to guide his path.

"This is pretty far out," you say, "I don't expect I'm getting home anytime soon."

He looks at you and says nothing. You squirm uneasily in your seat. His silence worries you. He was talkative at first, he asked about your work, you thought he would've known. Then your hobbies and he mentioned how he just started painting again. But once you left the city, he stopped talking.

"Steve, are you okay?"

"Call me captain," he corrects bluntly.

You wince but repeat the title softly. A hum rolls in his throat as he follows the unruly curve of the path, the trees leaning together and hiding the sky. You wring your hands. It can't be what your brain keeps saying.

Steve Rogers is a good guy. He has to be.

There's no going back…

Your heart drops to your stomach as he pulls into a small clearing, the silhouette of an unlit structure at the centre. You squint as the line of the cabin are barely discernable from the dark foliage beyond.

"What is this place?"

"Somewhere secret. Safe. They can't find us here."

"Who?" you ask in half a whisper.

"Get out," he says as he kills the engine and pushes open the door.

"What?"

"Stop with the questions, okay?" he snaps, his abrupt shift in demeanour startles you.

"Steve," you don't move as he slams his door. Your heart races as you start to shake.

You just won't believe it. He wouldn't lie to you. He's just being safe. You reach for the handle but the door opens before you can push it wide. You unbuckle your seat belt as he grabs your arm and hauls you out.

The door snaps behind you and he drags you with him, your shoes scuffing in the dirt. His grip is impatient and impenetrable. You whimper as it only grows tighter and tighter the closer you get to the house.

He shoves you up the steps of the front porch ahead of him and you trip at the top, hitting your knees on the wood.

"Steve," you whine in confusion.

"You said you'd do a favour for me," he snarls as he lifts you up and swings you towards the door, ripping back the screen with a high squeak, "for your captain."

"What is this? Why am I here?"

"If you're stupid enough to get this far, it means you need me. You can't keep yourself safe."

"I-- ow, you're hurting me," he urges you through the thicker door and you enter the blackness of the house.

There's a click, then a crackle, and a sconce that looks like a candlestick, lights up against the panel wall. He lets you go and you turn to face him. You blink as Steve shuts the door and twists the latch.

"Are you going to kill me?" you murmur.

He scoffs and shakes his head, "what use are you dead?"

You don't know how to answer that so you don't. You hug yourself as he points you deeper into the house, a walnut staircase against the wall and a hallway next to it leading to another dark doorway. He follows you, shepherding you in as he turns to the closet and opens it.

"You'll have to change."

"Change? I'm scared, please tell me what's going on," you beg as your eyes sting.

He takes out a dress, white flowers on vines, printed on gem green. Outdated and cut to the calf. He looks at you sternly.

"Let's get something straight, when I give you and order, you say 'yes, Captain,' do you understand me?"

Your eyes round as tears wobble along the lower lids, "yes, captain," you gulp.

"Good," he holds out the hanger, "hurry up."

You take the dress and look around, "here?"

"I said no more questions," he bends his knees and reaches for the rack on the floor of the closet, he pulls out heels and places them before you, "yes, here."

"Oh," you shake in fear and look down at the dress. You don't know what else to do but obey. He's stronger than you and you don't have a hope in the world of doing anything but getting lost in the woods.

He pushes the dress down and rips open your coat, the button flies off and hits the wall, rolling loudly across the floor.

"Do I gotta do it for you?"

You shake your head and he drops his hand. You shudder and turn, setting the dress on the small square table against the wall, and shrug out of your jacket. He tears it from your grasp and you pull your blouse over your head next. He takes that too and you hand off the last few pieces of clothing as you undress.

You peek up at him as you unhook the dress from the hanger. He watches you but you can't read his face. You put the dress on and step into the heels, bending to buckle the straps. He turns you as you stand and ties the thin string at the back, cinching the waist.

"Alright, upstairs," he commands, "on the double."

You nearly fall again as you hurry forward. You grab the railing to keep upright on your trembling legs. Your tears begin to fall as you get higher and higher, turning the corner and taking the last few steps to the top.

"Stop that," he comes up beside you, turning you to face him as he roughly wipes away your tears, "no crying. Got it?"

"Yes, captain," you sniffle and wipe your nose, "I'm sorry..."

Your apology hangs between you. You don't know why you said it but it seems to calm him.

"Come on," he grips your elbow and leads you down the hall to the last door on the right.

He pauses and lets out a long breath. You look at him again. Is he afraid? What the hell?

"St-- Captain, what is it?" you whisper.

"Just... I hope it works," he says, more to himself than you, and opens the door.

The lights are on, you wonder how you couldn't see them from outside. The bedroom is cozy despite the frightening mystery of your presence. The knots in the boards of the oaken wall add to the rustic feel with the plaid blanket across the four-post bed, and the red rug spread beneath it. The room is tinted amber with the aged glass of the crystal shades.

A man sits in the tall armchair in the corner, spinning a knife in his hand. His fingers are shiny like metal. They are metal. Your lips part. He's supposed to be dead.

"Bucky," Steve says softly but the man does not peer up, he just watches the knife, "Barnes." Steve barks.

He look up, scowling at Steve then flinching as he sees you. The tension eases from him and turns to curiosity. The blade continues to flip and spin. His eyes flit up to Steve with an unspoken question.

"Yes," Steve answers it, "she's yours."

He stops the knife. He admires the blade and holds it up, folding it and setting it on the round table beside him. Steve moves past you and retrieves it, slipping it in his back pocket.

"Sweetheart," he waves you forward, "this is Bucky."

"I..." you croak, nearly vibrating in horror.

"Come say hi," Steve's voice deepens as he nears and nudges you, lowering his tone as he bends to whisper to you, "be nice. For your own good."

Steve sighs and stands against the far wall, arms crossed. You peek back at him before you go to Bucky who watches you intently yet shyly. His lashes lower as you get close. You say hello and offer your name. His cheek twitches.

You wait. He doesn't speak. He keeps his gaze down and you just stand there. You turn to ask Steve what you did but the metal hand closes around your own, drawing you back.

"He wants you to sit," Steve says.

You frown and look down, his real hand rubbing his thick thigh. You stare, stomach bubbling. You turn and carefully lower yourself into his lap. His fingers flutter up the skirt, feeling the fabric, curious, eager as he takes in the dress. He leans forward and smells the sleeve as you try to make yourself as small as you can.

"You can touch him," Steve intones, "he needs it."

"I-- S... Captain--"

"You're here for him, not me, this isn't a conversation," he girds and points to Bucky.

You turn back to Bucky. He watches you with sparkling eyes, blue like the oceans, endless and terrifying. You raise your hand shakily, hesitantly reaching out. His cheek meets your palm as suddenly he leans into it. You resist snatching it away and watch him.

You let your thumb run over his cheekbone and he growls. His hand slips up your arm, tickling your skin, and brushing over the sleeve, then back down. He guides your hand along his jaw and down his neck. He pushes it against his broad chest and holds it there to feel his heart.

"Doll," he utters, a guttural and gritty word.

You bat your lashes to keep from crying. You shake as he lifts your hand and kisses your knuckles, then guides your fingers to comb through his hair. He takes your other and adds it to his thick tresses, rolling his head like a desperate animal, frantic for your touch.

"He's not very talkative," Steve warns, "that's the first word I've heard him say in months."

You blink and a tear rolls out. Bucky's too entranced to notice. He frames your hands around his jaw and purrs.

"Give him a kiss," Steve orders.

You bite down and swallow. Cautiously, you lean in and press your lips to his. He gasps as his lips fall open. He squeezes your hands and growls into your mouth, his tongue meeting yours hungrily. That scares you and you try to pull away.

He releases your hands and grips your head, forcing your mouth to his as he devours you. You babble but don't resist, his fingertips poking harshly into your scalp.

Fear roils in your stomach, paralysing you as a tingling hollowness fills your limbs. You feel every ounce of his desire, his need, his animalistic lust. Your tears streak down, unnoticed upon his cheeks.

His hand slips down, the other still stretched across your skull as he keeps you stuck to him. He hooks his inhuman arm beneath your legs, lifting you as he rises without effort. His strength adds to the terror pulsing through you.

He carries you blindly across the room, even steps contrasting his frantic kisses. He lays you and climbs over you, barely parting before his lips smother yours once more.

He traces the line of your temple and down your cheek, he curls his fingers around your throat but does nothing more than feel the vulnerability nestled there. Further, he gropes you through the dress, kneading your chest, tickling your stomach, tugging up the skirt to delve beneath, as if it's all so new and exciting, yet so decisively knowing of what he wants.

He groans as his lips slip down your cheek, rocking his pelvis between your legs as if he were already impaled on you. A scattering of nerves speckle across your flesh and have you breathless. The futility, the sheer weakness, has you jittering, with nothing to do but whimper and weep at his violent and mute demand.

He pushes up your skirt, laying his weight down on you as he keeps your legs splayed. You gasp as his hand trails back up and he hooks his metal digits in the vee of the dress, tearing it to your stomach to reveal the beige bra beneath.

He bows to nipple sharply, tasting you, toying with you as he pulls back the cup, suckling as he rolls his thumb over your other sensitive bud.

You turn your head away, your eyes meeting Steve's as he watches. Unaffected, arm's crossed, he observes the attack. The sacrifice he's made of you.

You squeal as suddenly fingers press against the fabric taut across your cunt. Bucky rubs you roughly through the cotton, so hard it hurts as you feel him quaking with the receding of his tenuous control. He slides your panties aside, dipping against your flesh, teasing you dryly as your horror wets your face.

He growls and nuzzles your neck, shifting as he plants his knees, his hand retracting to pull desperately at the black jeans around his hips. He snarls and bites you in frustration as he struggles to pop the button of his fly, pushing down the zipper gruffly. He wiggles, clumsily free himself from the denim.

He lifts your leg, groping the soft flesh of your thigh as he angles against you. You sniff loudly, sobbing at the inevitable penetration, the inescapable intrusion. You close your eyes and sink your nails into his shoulder, clutching his flannel shirt as he pokes at your entrance.

He tilts until he stretches you, gasp against your cheek as he invades your warmth. You grit your teeth, your walls constricting in defense, unable to keep him at bay. He jerks his hips and you cry out as he forces in another inch.

He pulls your leg higher and crashes his mouth into yours again. You sob as he leans into you, toppling the last of your resistance as he buries himself completely.

You fling out an arm, clawing at the bed as he thrusts. Slow and careful but painful. His lips move against yours, coaxing you poorly as agony radiates through your muscles. Your tears fall freely, chest heaving as you succumb to his need.

He hushes you as he looks down at you. His blue eyes sparkle as he cradles your face, still fucking you, petting you as he tries to ease you. Your confusion, surprise, and despair will not let you calm.

His brow furrow, upset by your incessant crying as he tries to wipe the tears asay with his thumb. You shake your head to ward him off and he growls, slapping his palm down on the bed.

He rams into you and you scream. He does it again, anger lacing his hunger. He ruts into you, slaps of flesh punctuating each stroke and rattling your bone. You whine and wail as his pace grows furious and frantic.

You gasp and gulp, pelvis aching, ready to shatter as he gives in to his carnal instincts. You squeeze the cold metal of his arm as your other and clings to the quilt beneath, biting your tongue to swallow the pain.

He grunts, louder and louder, harder, faster, deeper, until you’re dizzy and limp. Broken, battered, bruised, you can only let him take what he wants.

With a final hard thrust that ripples up your spine, he snarls and floods you with his climax. He spasms as he cums and slows, huffing and hiss until he's still, impaled to his limit, pinning you beneath his weight ad you twitch and tremble.

He takes a long breath and his nose presses to your cheek, "all mine, doll."

Steve clicks his tongue and sighs. You open your eyes and peek over at him, panting weakly beneath Bucky as he kisses your temple.

"I should warn you, he has a thing for pretty faces," Steve remarks, "gets a bit clingy, you know?"

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awhhhflush · 1 year

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The Meeting

Mob!Bucky x Reader x Steve Rogers (Massive warning - this fic is dark.)

I'd recommend listening to this for this chapter!

Warnings (apply to the whole series): drugging, mafia/gang activity, criminal activity, age gap (reader is over the age of 18), arson, death, murder, coercion/peer pressure (non-sexual), manipulation/brainwashing, parental issues (a.k.a daddy issues), abuse of power, sort of stockholm syndrome?

Summary: Left to your own devices whilst your mother joins socialite groups with the other rich moms in town and whilst your father deals with those business troubles he's been having, you decide to explore your surroundings, and make a new friend on the way.

Fine. Maybe a miniskirt and Mary Janes weren't the best fashion choice for exploring the woods down the street, but you were yet to have unpacked the entire contents of your wardrobe. It was the best you could do. Besides, it would hopefully make a nice impression on anybody who saw you. The outfit painted a sweet, innocent, girl-next-door picture of you that you rather enjoyed. The plaid skirt went nicely with the cardigan you wore, which was perfect for the autumn chill. You promised your parents you'd be home by lunchtime, and surprisingly enough, your father let you leave without assistance. That was probably his first mistake, unbeknownst to you.

As you stepped out of the house, the October breeze hit you like an avalanche, a shiver running down your spine instantly. The shiver was also impacted by the eye contact you made once more with the man across the street, however. Your hands immediately flew to your skirt, tugging it down as much as you could to avoid judgement, earning a chuckle from the man. Although he was rather far away, you still heard his laugh and it sent an unfamiliar warmth to your core. You shuddered at your own avidity. You both paused for a moment, neither of you wanting to be the first to break the gaze, until he turned on his heel and gave you one more glance before entering his own home. Relief relaxed your shoulders, and you let the huff of air you must have been holding in slip from your lips. You clutched your bag as your stomach began to ache with hunger. Maybe it would be nice to have a picnic date with yourself in the forest.

The walk to the grocery shop, which perched on a corner flooded with crates of flowers and fruits, was thankfully rather short. You picked up a punnet of berries and some cookies, receiving both lustful and judgemental looks from most of the other customers. The cashier, who just so happened to be a suited, well kept man, whom was insanely buff and broad, that owned the shop itself, simply watched you in curiosity. You smiled warmly at him and thanked him as you left, the bell on the top of the door frame dinging sharply as you stepped out. Peckish, you bit into a perfectly crimson strawberry as you made your way to the woods your father had driven past on your way to the house. The juice of the berry stained your lips as you chewed and hummed contently. It was delicious.

The leaves under your feet crunched faintly, crisp and warm toned. The forest was riddled with overgrown greenery which had now grown limp and dry, but it was beautiful all the same. Ivy creeped up the trees, embracing them tightly. The grass was somehow short amidst the dying leaves and bushes. The trees cast a shadow over the entire forest. The place had a simple yet eerie beauty to it. Perhaps you could visit here more often. You found a tree, twisted and distorted, its trunk reaching out the the ground among the thorns and nettles. You settled upon the trunk, leaning against the upward twist of it. It was a perfect place to sit and relax. This place only got better.

You'd just dug into your berry mix as you heard a deep grunt sound before you. Your gaze snapped up, meeting the intense eyes of the man across the street. Your body immediately tensed under his watch. "We must stop meeting like this," he chuckled, the same sound from earlier reverberating through his chest, which was, much like the shop keeper's, exceptionally broad and muscular, his sweater fitted just enough to outline the muscles perfectly. You smiled softly, still nervous as his eyes burned into you. He held his hand out to you, offering it as a greeting. You shook it lightly, your small hand enclosing around his in a way that made his eyes darken. You didn't notice, though. You were too busy trying not to melt under his gaze. The man was incredibly attractive - it wasn't your fault that he flustered you so much. His dark hair was gelled lightly, stray and short curls framing his face. His eyes were a vibrant and deep blue, somehow radiating an alluring darkness despite their brightness in colour. He towered over you, and you were sure he would even if you weren't sat down. His shoulders were wide and his arms were large and rugged. His jaw was defined and sharp, brushed with faint stubble which was strangely attractive. Whilst it made him look older, it made him all the more handsome. His lips were plump and pink, in a constant state of soft smiling toward you. Between his brows was a crease, similar to the kind that frustration or anger would bring. But he wasn't angry or frustrated - at least you didn't think he was. Despite the time you felt you had spent scanning the man's features, seconds had not yet even passed. He seemed to freeze time. "I'm James," he breathed, "but my friends call me Bucky," and a smirk tugged at his lips.

"How does James turn into Bucky?" You giggled, playful confusion washing over your features. He hummed a laugh, leaning nearer to you. "When you become a friend." He purred. Your smile dropped, now replaced with a blank and flustered stare, heat rising in your cheeks. Bucky could've sworn his pants got tighter as he watched the blush erupt in the apples of your cheeks. You shook your head softly, the smile returning to your lips as you composed yourself and steadied your breathing, eyes bearing into his. "I mean where did the name come from." You simpered. "My last name's Buchanan," he explained, his eyes flickering between each of yours. The moment was oddly intense, sending warm shivers through you. Your stomach broke out in frenzied butterflies. "Oh," you breathed, and with that, a content silence settled upon the both of you. After a few seconds, Bucky broke the silence. "I was just about to go on a stroll," He said smoothly, his eyes shining with mischief. "Care to join me?" And his hand brushed against yours once more.

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Comfortable silence had lingered for long enough, and Bucky wanted to hear your voice again. The leaves crunched beneath your feet as you walked, but Bucky's deep voice broke through the haze that nature's ambience has lured you into. "So, where'd you move from?" He asked, turning to peer at you as you did the same. "Leesville," you muttered, nostalgia washing over you. You'd never had the most exciting social life, but Leesville had still been your childhood home. The look of gloom that clouded your expression made Bucky's hand move on it's own. He reached towards your face, hand cupping your jaw as his thumb swiped over your lips. "Strawberry juice," he mumbled softly in response to your look of surprise. Once again, the blush he had reacted so extremely to before sprung back to life, an almost inaudible groan sounding from his throat instinctively. You blinked at him, the same blank expression settling on your face, your lips parting as you exhaled shakily. You couldn't wrap your head around how easily this man was effecting you, this stranger, this new friend.

The two of you spoke and walked until the sky began to darken, when the realisation that lunchtime had long passed hit you. A small gasp left your lips, as you spun to face Bucky. His eyebrow quirked in confusion, to which you yelped, "I was supposed to be back home for lunch!" You absentmindedly grasped his hand and began to rush back the way you came, before his hand tightened around yours, the realisation of your action falling over you. You quickly dropped your hand and continued speed walking until you passed the tree you had sat at. Huffing, and clutching your chest in exhaustion, you heard Bucky catch up with you, his strides long and steady. "I'll walk you home. Besides, you're a big girl, I'm sure your parents won't mind." He insisted. You just stared at him as he began to walk ahead of you, glancing back at you just how he had that morning, until your senses came back to you and the panic clouding your mind subsided. He was right. You were old enough to get home a whatever time you wanted - except, it was more so to do with your safety than your age.

Rounding the corner and approaching the both of your houses, Bucky cleared his throat. You looked at him expectantly, and your mouth hung slack when you processed what he had to say. "Would you like to have coffee with me tomorrow?" He'd asked. This man, this god-carved hunk, the most attractive man you'd admittedly ever seen, was asking you, a girl he'd only just met, a girl at least 10 years younger than him, out to coffee. You'd assumed he only walked with you out of politeness, because he'd bumped into you and introduced himself. You'd assumed he was only being courteous because you had just moved in. But no, he had walked with you because he, James Buchanan, wanted to walk with you. He, burly Bucky, wanted to spend time with you. It was his eyes, exploring yours in expectance, that bought you back from the depths of your thoughts. You gulped, unable to verbally accept his offer, and nodded. You were eager, don't be mistaken, but you'd never had any friends. You knew you were attractive, but to be thrown from your typical lonely state into a state of possible romance shook you. Bucky, leaving you just as he had greeted you, chuckled in response and shook his head at your obvious nervousness. "How does 11 work for you?" He asked, not even expecting a verbal answer anymore. You only nodded again, before quickly heading up your porch steps and into your strangely quiet home, leaving Bucky behind you, smirking, eyes dark and hooded.

Author's Note: Okay, I'm quite nervous to publish this... this is my first time allowing my writing to include outward sexuality. I'm hoping it isn't too cringey? This is also my first series! So I'm hoping it turns our nicely. Enjoy!!

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cevansbaby-dove · 4 months

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One from the naughty list: "I've been watching for so long, I can't wait any longer." Enjoy ^_^

Okay being how much of a smutty mode im in i'll write this.

Steve rogers X reader bestfriend.

Warnings:smut. 18+ please!

Prompt will be in Bold.

Summary: After You catch Steve's eye at a avengers Christmas party you make a move after you two have been flirting on missions so Steve just had to have you all to himself 😈

You walk into the tower in a gold dress with black heels

You look around the room smiling seeing everyone talking and having fun, Tony sees you and says. "Y/n there you are" he hugs you. "glad you came to the party" You smile. "glad to be here tony it looks like a lot of fun"

Steve looks at you across the room but you don't see it so he walks over to you. "Hello doll good to see you"

His eyes scan up and down your body you know he is undressing you in his mind. "Eyes up here Cap" You smile. He says. "ahem sorry you look...amazing" You bite your lip. "Thank you"

Everyone is chatting it up when steve's hand wraps around your slim waist pulling you close to his body. "having fun darling?" You look up at him and smile nodding. "yes captain"

He looks around and says in your ear. "we could have more fun alone if you'd like"

You bite your lip at his words and say. "Lead the way" He takes your hand and slip away from the party.

You two end up in a spare bedroom and steve says as he locks the door. "I've been watching for so long, I can't wait any longer." he presses a kiss on your red lips.

You pull him closer to you. "Steve..." he keeps kissing you as you walk to the bed and fall on it to see Steve undo his tie and discard his jacket then you kick your heels off and steve leans down after he takes his dress shirt off placing a kiss on your neck. "you thought you could tease me in that dress doll hmm?"

You smile. "that's wasn't my intention sir" Steve looks at you and says with a small laugh. "yea right"

He helps out out of the dress and you reach for his belt. "fuck Cap i need you please" Steve says as he runs his hands all over your skin. "take it easy doll....."

he works his dress pants off then your eyes go to his bulge biting your lip he chuckles. "oh daring it's big cus of how turned on i am" He slides his boxers off and says. "ready?" You nod. "and you said i was a tease"

He pushes into you making you jump. "Shit!" He moves slowly. 'Shh i'll be easy on you doll i won't hurt you" You moan. "steve...fas...faster please" He looks at you. "you sure?"

You nod. "don't make me ask twice" He picks up the pace. "fuck doll you feel so good....not going to last" You moan. "hmm steve..."

Steve keeps his pace up and he says. "you going to cum? i can feel you so tight around my cock darling"

You moan telling him yes. "Steve i need to..let..let go please" He says in your ear. "let me cum first ok?" he grunts when he says that cumming in your clit. "oh god"

"He isn't here doll only me..." You cum panting. "ah! fuck steve..." he kisses your face before pulling out of you. "Was i to rough?"

You sit up grabbing your dress and underwear putting them back on. "no you were perfect just like i thought you would be'

Steve grabs his stuff and says as he dresses. "you've thought about us?" You stand up. "is that ok cap?"

he wraps his arms around you giving you a kiss. "yes" he says with his lips on your head. "come on we should get back out there before people come looking for us"

You and steve walk out and get back to the party. With you bright red.

A/n whew this was so hot and thanks for the ask! Reblog and comments help me keep writing. love you all!

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whereireid · 1 year

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𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dark!steve rogers x fem!reader | masterlist

SUMMARY: Is it hard being married to the most influential man in America? You most certainly think it is. — Steve Rogers: Captain America, the heart of his nation, the soul of his country. After returning home from a particularly bad day at work, Steve finally snaps, deciding you need re-educating on how to be the perfect housewife.

warnings: dubious consent ! (reader does consent but it can be interpreted otherwise) fingering, oral [m recieving] manhandling, — arguments, swearing, verbal insults, toxic ideas of marriage [nuclear family, gender roles] mentions of post-partum depression.

Some may say a clean home creates a clean mind. Others say, happy wife, happy life. Steve Rogers strives for both of these things.

Because in Steve Rogers' line of work, it's tiresome to return home to a messy house, a dissatisfied wife, and a crying baby. Exhausting is actually probably a better term. Constantly picking up dirty laundry which should've been thrown in the washing machine days beforehand, not managing to eat dinner because there is no dinner prepared for him, having to listen to a screeching baby which pierces his ears and makes his head throb.

It is hard. Steve Rogers has enough to deal with at work, what with saving the world and actually representing the entire nation of America as a whole. And you? His cute little suburban housewife, who he slaves around for at his job just so he can shroud you in bliss and heaven? You just don't seem to get that. You cry and wail over your position as a mother, saying that it’s too much to handle and that the workload is too much.

The fucking workload. By which, you mean doing the dishes and the laundry and occasionally cooking dinner. Meanwhile, Steve will come home from work, after fighting off actual terrorists and criminals, sometimes even aliens, to a home that is so messy it looks like it’s just been broken into. And he’ll try to be rational - argue that it is hard for you because you’re dealing with your son, and that you’re a first-time mom, and that James has inherited his dad’s serum which has made the four-month-old a stupidly advanced little shit. And Steve does admit this - your son is very good at pushing buttons and misbehaving and throwing tantrums, but that’s what kids do. You knew this. But still, he'll try to be rational - because you're perfect in every other way and it must be so hard to manage this, but then also...

...It shouldn’t be that hard to stay on top of things. And then, when Steve will come home and try to rest - when he drops on the sofa tiredly, unable to hold back the temptation to succumb to hours of missed sleep, you’ll call over to him: “Stevie, can you put food in the oven? I forgot," with no apology! - Hell, no genuine sincerity either! Yet, like the good husband he is, he'll do it - no questions asked, and then you'll follow up with, "oh, and stick the washing machine on, please! And maybe the dishwasher too, whilst you’re at it?”

He'll do all of it. He won't even say a word. Won't mutter a complaint. Then you'll both sit in silence as you eat, not even a "oh, how was your day, Steve?" or a kiss on the cheek. Two seperate showers, two separate bedtime routines - the only time the two of you really talk is when you both put James to bed, but then, what? You'll drag yourself to your bedroom, and Steve will put his hands on your bare thighs needily, his cock so hard in his pants it actually hurts, only for to waft him away and say you're tired and need sleep? Only for him to wait until you're breathing softly next to him to go on his phone and look at the photos of you he has saved when you're bare and naked, sultry and ready for him?

God, what has happened to him? Is this what fatherhood is?

Steve can deal with all of this. He thinks you're depressed - he's pretty sure of it, actually. Post-partum depression is what they call it. He's asked you to see a doctor - no, has begged you to, but to no avail. So he sits and watches as you cry and stress, soothing you at every possible opportunity, only to have his head bit off for doing so.

Today has been rough. So rough that Steve’s actually pondered whether coming home would be more beneficial to him than drinking his sorrows away at a bar, despite the unbelievable curse that he can’t get drunk. He decides the former – you might need him, and he's hoping that you're going to put a pip in his step. There's no-one he needs more when he's down than you. And he's sure it will be fine, because a happy wife allows for a happy life!

Right?

Wrong. Steve pinches the bridge of his nose and lets out an exasperated sigh as he gazes over his living room. It is a state, and he's wondering how it looks exactly like an actual bomb has gone off. No. It looks worse - there’s shit everywhere. Toys and baby clothes and an open pack of clean diapers lay scattered around the living room floor, and he’s almost certain there’s apple sauce on the white rug that he spent $5,000 fucking dollars on.

“Sweetheart, what is this?” It genuinely feels like Steve’s heart is about to be pulled out of his chest. Like someone’s actually ripping their hands into him and scratching away at his heart like a deranged psychopath. Is disappointed even the word? Is angry better? “What the hell is on this rug?”

When you appear from the kitchen, running out wildly, hand movements frantic in concern, Steve genuinely winces. You look a mess - exhausted, worrisome, and on the brink of collapse. When Steve always pictured coming home to you as his housewife, he’ll be honest, he never imagined this. “On the rug?” You wheeze, cursing softly as you graze a wet rag over the applesauce stain. “I have no idea. It isn’t - shit - it isn’t coming off.”

“It looks like applesauce. It - it doesn't matter,” Steve reassures, wrapping his hands around your shoulders. When you ignore him, rubbing harder at the stain, he repeats, “doll. It doesn’t matter. I’ll just - I’ll go and buy a new one.”

“No, Steve. We can’t afford a new one right now. I have to get this out.”

“What do you mean, we can’t afford one right now? Of course we can - just - Jesus, doll, stop it!”

The sudden reminder that Steve is much, much stronger than you suffocates you in a wave when he lifts you up by the underneath of your arms. You wail pathetically, defeatedly, dropping the damp rag on the rug, admitting that attempting to salvage it is a lost cause.

Silence prods at the air. When Steve finally lets go of you, he puts his hands on his hips and sniffs slightly. How the hell has he let this happen?

“Is dinner almost ready?” his voice sounds hoarse as he speaks, and he genuinely feels like he could cry when you answer,

“No.”

“Right. Okay.” A shaky breath slips past Steve’s lips, and his shaking hands find their way into your hair. He rubs your scalp softly, caringly, as one does to their partner if they’ve had a bad day - though he’s almost certain that his had been worse. “Is dinner even prepped, doll?”

When you shake your head in response, Steve shuts his eyes. He shuts them so hard he sees stars and he tries to wash away the frustration that threatens to bubble over like a tsunami wave. It’s impossible to hold back the annoyed sigh that slips past his lips, though - it’s so dramatically loud that your head snaps up, the corner of your eyes pricking with fresh tears.

“What?”

“Nothing.” He shrugs your concern away, peppering a gentle kiss on your head, hoping that you won't press on.

Of course, though, you do.

“What, Steve?”

“I haven’t said anything, doll.” He shakes shoulders slightly, trying to brush away the anger which flickers throughout his body.

Steve hates this. Despises how you gaze up at him with such ferocity - such anger, like he’s actually done something wrong. Your brows furrow together sharply, and you mutter, “you didn’t have to. Something is clearly bothering you.”

“Okay." Steve nods carefully, not wanting to overstep, not wanting to make you more frustrated than you are. "You’re right. Something... Something is bothering me.”

You huff from beneath him. Your cheeks flush a shade darker in frustration, and he can hear how your little heartbeat begins to quicken in your chest. You have the audacity to be frustrated right now? After this is what he comes home to?

Of course, you do. Because you've had a hard day. But his has definitely been fucking worse.

And his patience is running indefinitely thin.

“Yeah, and what is bothering you, Steve? Because I can’t do anything about it if you’re always going to go fucking radio-silent on me.”

Steve’s jaw twitches. He hates it when dames swear. Especially when that dame is you. “I’ve had a bad day at work, sweetheart. I really think it’s best we don’t do this today,” he warns sweetly, his hands coming to grip your shoulders reassuringly. You shrug off his touch, and Steve glares at you intensely. “Give it a rest, doll, please.”

“Me, give it a rest? You’re the one huffing and puffing like you’re the big bad wolf all of a sudden. Like you’ve had such a terrible day sitting around filling out paperwork whilst I’ve had to deal with your son-“

“Our son,” he corrects quickly, jaw clenched as he reaches out to grip your cheeks. “I really hope you’re not going to keep rambling on. It’s not going to go well for you if you do.”

Steve thinks his warning is enough for you to back down. You’ve defied him in the past. You’ve had a fiery attitude that has almost burnt ablaze before, and Steve blew it out as though it were a candlelight. You know what he’s capable of when he’s angry - know when you’re pushing his buttons too much.

"There's no point. If I do, you won't listen to me anyway."

"I do listen."

"You don't." Your voice strains slightly as you cross your arms over your chest, looking up at your husband, blissfully unaware of just how quickly he's tiring of this conversation. "If you listened you'd be here a little bit more rather than at work all of the time."

"I can't exactly take a vacation from saving the world, doll. Just - let's just drop this, okay? I don't want to get into this anymore. You're not going to like where this goes."

"Of course, you don't want to get into it! You never do."

Your little hands waft at Steve's chest, flapping at him softly. And he tries to keep his cool as you rant - he really does, but he is so tired and he's had just such an awful day that he can't help it. When did you both discuss the boundaries of your relationship, again? Four years ago now, Steve's sure of it. And he hasn't had to be harsh with you in years - hasn't really had the heart to be mean to you at all, in fact...

... but when you're acting like this, he thinks he needs to blow out that annoying, fiery spark you're blazing.

"Jesus fucking Christ, doll, you really don't know how to shut the hell up, do you? You think Bucky or Sam would let you run your mouth like this?" Steve seethes suddenly, his body pressing against yours. It happens in one quick motion - first of all you're standing below him, pressing your finger into his chest and complaining about his working hours, and the next you're thrown over his lap, thrashing around like a bird, trying to slip out of his touch.

It just so happens that Steve is so, so much stronger than you. And he hasn't been this hard in weeks - God, he hasn't touched you this much in weeks, you've both been so... busy. Perhaps that's why you're acting up - perhaps he just needs to show you your place again as his subordinate and your flame will dull, smothered by his love.

"Get off of me, Steve! Get off!" You wail awkwardly as Steve pushes the band of your sweatpants past your ass. It makes your body flood with warmth as his fingers skim against your panties gently, the touch sending shockwaves throughout your body.

"You've been so wrapped up in this make-shift hell of yours that you've forgotten about the most important thing in your life," Steve says, pinching the inside of your thighs, making you squeak. "Me. Remind me, again, doll - what is a wife's duty?"

You flinch as he brings a hand up to smooth down your hair. It feels like you're a newlywed again and you've just burnt the lasagna after Steve's had an excruciating day training rookies at the Avengers Tower. When was the last time you had been punished?

Gosh, you couldn't even remember. You'd been so good. So obedient - the perfect little housewife, which Steve had molded you into carefully. When was the last time you greeted him with a kiss on the cheek? When was the last time you'd sunk to your knees after he'd had a bad day and served him like a good wife should? You'd grown too comfortable in defying him - grown too oblivious to who he actually is.

He's Captain America. He's your husband. He's the most important man in your life - right next to James.

And you'd been neglecting him.

"What is a wife's duty?" He repeats cooly, his tone like ice. It makes you feel frostbit - warm but numb at the same time.

"To take care of the home."

"And?"

"... to serve her husband?"

Steve sighs, exasperated. He pinches your thigh again, to which you grumble in discontent. "So you do know. You just choose to forget, day in and day out."

Steven Grant Rogers is a nice man. The best man you could've ever asked for. Charming, doting - forever showering you with compliments and extravagant gifts. He has never expected anything of you, except your complete and utter submission to him. Stege has only ever wanted you to be a loving, doting partner to him, to which he vowed to be the same.

"I haven’t… chosen to forget," you try to justify, a broken mewl slipping past your lips as Steve's fingers run up and down your clothed pussy. "It's just - it's been hard, with James, and everything."

“And you think it’s been easy for me? Easy coming home to a messy home and an upset wife?” Steve asks, pushing the band of your panties aside. A soft gasp passes your lips as he pushes one digit into you, and warmth succumbs your body in response. “I’ve only expected one thing from you, sweetheart. I think you need to learn how to please me again.”

You should learn. You need to - need to be re-educated on how to be his perfect wife. Again. Steve’s eyes rake over the living room once again, and he tuts, sliding another finger inside of you. It’s heavenly how your body arches - how your skin pricks with goosebumps as he slowly moves his fingers in a ‘come forth’ motion, as you mewl beneath him - every bit of fight pooling out of you, the light from your fire beginning to flicker out.

“A good wife never neglects her husband." Steve’s voice is cool, and your eyes flutter shut in response. He hasn’t made you feel like this in so long - you’ve practically been celibate, and the feeling of his fingers pressing lovingly on that little spongy spot inside of your pussy makes your knees feel weak. Your stomach grows warm with lust and your pussy slick with arousal when Steve’s other hand grips your ass harshly. “Or have you forgotten that?”

“Never. I’d - ah - I’d never forget that."

"Then why haven't you been taking care of me, doll?" He coos, so sickly-sweet it makes your stomach churn.

God, he takes care of you so good, and here you are neglecting him. Warmth pools at the bottom of your stomach and you begin to feel hot flashes throughout your bodies as he keeps curling his fingers inside of you - the sound of your slick bouncing off of the living room walls.

"I've been trying," you whine pitifully, shuffling as he speeds his fingers up, caressing you just perfectly. Just how you like it.

"Trying, huh?" And just as you're about to cum, he stops. "Trying isn't good enough."

"Steve!"

The blond stares down at you with a painfully unreadable expression. His face is so blank it actually sends shivers throughout you, and he taps the side of your cheek softly. "You know what to do when you've been bad, don't you?"

Steve's voice is an octave lower. Subtle fear pricks at the back of your head as you nuzzle your head in his crotch - embarrassed at the feeling of his bulge pressing against you. He's just as desperate as you for this - maybe more, but he's not going to let you go down without apologising to him first.

In his eyes, you've put him through hell. Unhappy wife, unhappy life.

You remove his cock from his boxers swiftly. You pout at the sight of it - thick angry and red - before licking a soft stripe up his tip. Steve's length is so pretty - complimentary to the man himself. Slick with his own precum, you hum, wondering how you ever went so long without it. But before you could even think, even comprehend how you went without such luxury for so long, Steve's big hand wraps around the back of your head and forces you down onto his cock.

To begin with, you thrash and gag. Steve is huge and he's always taken some time to get well-adjusted to, and your throat is nowhere near wet enough to take him all in... yet, but he doesn't care. Steve's tired of waiting - he's practically huffing as he pushes your head up and down using one of his hands, grunting as your throat tightens around his cock. He wishes you were kneeling in front of him so he could see your teary eyes, and he knows they're teary because you sob like a baby when he uses you like this.

It's hsi right to do that, though. He's your husband, your saviour - quite literally your Prince Charming. He's been so good to you, so patient, and so accepting of your need for time and adjustment, because James is quite literally a whirlwind. But he's also tired - he's Captain America, America's Saviour, and a father to one.

He just needs some relief. He just needs his cock sucked.

So, yeah, no more teasing - no more thrashing, either, Steve decides as he holds your body in place and opts to thrust up into your mouth. And it's a much better choice, gives him easier access, and you gasp against him as he thrusts his hips up into you, a drawly groan climbing from his throat as he does so. Your mouth is so, so, so fucking wet and your lips wrap perfectly around his cock. The only thing that can make this better is if - "oh Jesus Christ," Steve grumbles, - is if you move your tongue in time with his thrusts which you do!

It's like clockwork with Steve. After being with him for almost half a decade you know him so well that you know what he likes. Knows exactly what gets his cock to twitch. Your tongue runs over his veins and his cock begins to throb inside your mouth, his fingers curling in your hair.

"This is how a good wife treats her husband," Steve tells you, his teeth grinding together as he comes undone in your mouth. His cum paints your tongue beautifully, and you swallow the salty mixture eagerly.

As he pulls out of your mouth - making sure to smack his cock against your tongue a few times, he looks around the living room again. All feelings of anger has washed away, his cock is still hard and leaking against your mouth as he goes to reach for his phone, but as he does, you stop him.

"Hey! What about me?"

It's funny. Hilarious, actually, how you think your pretty little pout and teary eyes and high-pitched, whiny voice will entice him to give you a reward. But good girls get rewards, not bad ones - and you haven't really been good, have you?

"What do you mean, 'what about me'? You've had what you deserve."

"What?" His words feel like a smack in the face, and you cling to his plain white shirt pathetically. "You haven't let me cum yet, Steve, that's not fair."

It makes you feel embarrassed when he laughs at you. You shrink into yourself slightly, looking up at him with big doe-eyes. When you don't get it, Steve coos slightly, brushing a curl from your face. "Oh, my pretty little girl, you don't get it, do you?" And when you shake your head, Steve mumbles, "what is your duty as a wife?"

"To - to serve you, which I've done!"

"Yes, you have, doll. Incredibly well. What else?" He places a soft kiss on your head, lovingly, and you lull at the contact.

"To... to clean the home, and make sure it's cared for."

"And is it?" He says plainly. "No, it's - it's a shit-hole, honey, I can't sugar-coat it anymore. Your job as a housewife is to clean it up. Do you really think it's fair for me to get home from work and be forced to do this as well when this is your job? I've done my part."

When you think it over - well, no, it isn't really fair, because Steve works like a dog - slaves away for America and for you to have the life you've always dreamed of, and you've been... excepting him to clean up after your mess.

You feel slightly... shameful.

Steve reaches over to pinch your thigh again. "I promise though, doll, as soon as you're done cleaning this all up, I'll take you however you want to be taken."

You can't help the rush of excitement pool in your lower-belly. Steve swears he's never seen you get up so quick - you don't even bother putting your sweatpants back on, abandoning them completely and rushing around like a complete fool.

He watches you, content.

This is what life is supposed to be like.

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Red

Very dark Steve! Mob Steve! Non con! Reader and Steve have a child. Angst!! Lots of grammar and spelling mistakes I’ll edit in the morning or never who knows🤷🏻‍♀️❤️

Red. the pain, the hurt, the passion, the love, everything was red. He was toxic, he was the obsessive. And you were his feen, his drug, his obsession , his love. But the days blurred, the lines no longer were standing, they had fallen. The fights, the late nights, the guessing and questions that went unanswered by him. It was a house on fire, it was red.

There was no time in the day to plan, with his anger, and yours. It was spontaneous, the fight had started because of steves affairs. The lying, the cheating, he ruined you, tore down all walls, made you just as obsessed with him as he was with you. Just to leave you in the dust, to cheat. To add gasoline to the fire that was you, or what was left of you anyhow.

Peggy was a glossy, classy woman with the perfect bubble of power and wittiness. She was everything you weren’t. You were messy, hazed with trouble, a woman gone mad by a man who drove her there. You were his frankenstein, you were old pieces of yourself glued back together again. The young, innocent, naive, funny, charming, and free girl was now chained to the scars he left.

You ran out of the house in the early morning, he came home late yet again. You had stayed up waiting for him, going to confront him in his act. Thats exactly what you did, but the end was not what you pictured. You hopped that he would hold you, say you were wrong, make love to you like in the beginning.

“Are you cheating on me?’ you asked quietly, you sat on the bed. You couldnt took at him.

“I dont want to have this conversation with you, it’ll only hurt you” steve spoke. That was all the answers you needed. You started to yell, scream, through insult after insult.

“I knew it! You’re scerwing peggy! Huh you’re fucking your secretary!” you yelled in his face crying. He rolled his eyes at you and shoved you to the side going to the bathroom to get ready for bed.

“Im tried of this steve” you sobbed walking to the closet grabbing any bag in sight packing up everything.

Once steve heard you say that so defeated he knew that you were serious about leaving him. You and him had lots a fights because of his actions but everytime he kissed it better. He drew back in promising his love and that it will never happen again. But it always does. Steve now had his suite jacket off, his selves rolled up, strands of his hair in hs face,

“You’re not leaving me” he stated

“Watch me” you said back in anger, masking the sadness.

“y/n i own you, you’re mine! You cant leave me baby” he said getting angry.

“You cheated steve! Again. I-i cant do this i cant sit here and wait for you to love me again. We are not the people we were when we first started dating. I cant and wont be the drunk housewife waiting for her husband whose never gonna come back because his mistress.” you were out of breath from crying and talking so fast while packing.

Steve stepped closer “baby come on its me! Its us! We always get through stuff like this!” he tried to manipulate you with his soft words but this time it wouldn’t work. the naive girl you used died, not even a ghost left of her

“We wouldnt have to “get through this stuff” if you didnt cheat and fuck other women.” you held up air qoutes while talking.

“I love you” steve pulled you in near, kissing the top of your head. You sobbed in his chest, hurt, angry, betrayed. The three year relationship was now smoke, the fire was all burnt out. The engagement ring heavy on your finger, it was a line of whispered lies and i love yous.

Steve drew you to the bed, kissing his way up your neck. His hands sliding down your frame gripping your hips. His false hope whispered in your ear and apologies that didnt have any meaning stuck to you, like a cigarette burn. He took off your clothes and gently laid you on the bed. ‘When was the last time he was gentle with me?’ you thought to yourself as he kissed and licked at you lower lips.

“Say something baby, tell me you wont leave me, that you love me” he begged like he was the victim. You stayed silent, numb.

“prettybaby i love you. Say it back! I need you! I cant live with out you!” both of you now naked on the bed. he pushed himself into your entrance, all you could do was cry.

Steve begged and whined for you back but little did he know the car was running outside waiting to escape him and this burning house.

Steve fell asleep hugging you, his head resting on your tummy his arm wrapped around you. You ran your fingers through his hair, soaking up what was left of the man you used to know, he was burned alive, gone. You slowly pushed him off of you and got dressed, grabbing the bags on clothes and bathroom care you walked out. You looked around the house as you left, the nicknacs and photos of you and steve. The nursery that sat empty. Steve promised children but then came peggy. You kissed your engagement ring and then placed it on the entry table by steves keys.

Getting in the car and speeding off in to what was left of the mess steve made of you.

One year later-

A wail of a new born was calling out to you in the dead of the night. You never got frustrated being a single mother, reminding yourself when you caught yourself being negative that you could still be with steve. Penny was three months old and her blonde curly hair was sticking in every which way. It made you giggle.

“Hi! Mommys here its okay penny girl” you picked her up rocked her in your arms.

She might be steve daughter but you never let her know what pain she was created from, you would never let her end up like steve nor you.

“Mama loves you” you said as she closed her big eyes again just needing comfort from her mom to make her feel better. Steve didnt know that the night that the two of you had sex before you left was the cause of a beautiful little girl. He had tried to call, and text you put after smaing you phone and leaving to state of New York for Washington you knew he wouldnt find you.

You lived in a little white house with a garden in a small town tucked away from the crazy and hurt.

You sat in the rocking chair in pennys room rocking her, your tiredness was catching up to you. Just as your eyes started to close he spoke from the depths of the darkness that was the closet.

“Oh prettybaby you are such a good little mommy, just like i knew you would be” he walked closer.

You screamed. Getting up with penny in your arms backing away from him trying stumble to the door backwards,

“Get out. Steve get out! I-i cant-” you sobbed your hold on penny grew tighter.

“Baby its okay, i wont hurt you. y/n im so proud of you, look at the life you built for our little girl, now i am mad you didnt tell me you were pregnant. But baby she is gorgeous. Now i need you to decide either you come home or we can live out here. Ya know i kinda love it here. Good thinking babe this is great place to rise kids”

You sobbed harder.

“How did you find us” you asked crying, so scared.

“Oh baby dont be naive, i will always find you”

“You cant be in our life, your toxic and i wont rase my daughter in the life we used to have. She wont end up like us! You cant be here! You ruined me!’ you sobbed and hyperventilated. He slowly walked closer like approaching an injured animal

“Baby i know i know, i was wrong and mean and cruel to you. I was blind i thought you would always be there for me. I took you for granted. Shes gone y/n, i got rid of peggy, shes taking a long nap and i aint ever gonna hurt you like that again. I need you baby…..and i need to be in my daughters life. I cant live without you nor am i gonna be able to leave her all alone now too” he explained

“I wanna have a good life, nothing like the one we used to have. You scare me steve and you’ve hurt me” you said looking at little penny who had a frown on hef face, she could read the distress from her mother.

“y/n look at me!” steve grabbed your face in his hands and made you look at him. “I will make it up to you i promise. I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you baby. I cant live without you” you shock your head no

“Its okay i get it y/n we need time, but im not going anywhere” steve spoke again.

“Come on lets put penny girl back in ger crib and go to bed” steve guided you to the crib and put penny down. She was right back to being cozy and sleepy. Steve pulled you in a hug while you sobbed into his chest, he was sliding his hand over your hair while shushing you.

“Come one lets go to sleep.” steve took your hand in his and leaded you back to your room. You laid down still crying, steve undressed himself down to his boxers and then joined you. He spooned you.

“I’ve missed you so much baby” was the last thing you heard before falling into slumber because you had cried yourself to sleep in his arms.

The house was burnt but in its ashes something new rose.

Authors note; i know some people will not understand why she didnt fight more, and the reason why was because she was in shock. It been and year and he shows up and shes like oh crap he found me and our now daughter. She is really scared of him and numb. Also steve is a mob boss by the way.

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wildestdreamsblog · 2 years

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I know heaven’s a thing, I go there when you touch me

Pairing: 6’4 Steve Rogers x Reader

Warning: Soft!dark Steve Rogers, Yandere!Steve Roger, size kink? Bad words? If you’re not 18+ please, PLEASE, do not interact. Be mindful of the warnings. Let me know if I miss anything.

Summary: You just wanted to try one night stand- for the sake of your sanity. But who knew you would be doing it with the Captain America himself?

A/N: I came back bearing gift for you! Thank you so much for always supporting me my loves! Also quick life update, I have 13 days left in my job before I’m finally free~ will probably rest for a month before I look for another job for my sanity uwu. I hope you enjoy this! Also!!! 4kish fic, first time I wrote a one-shot thing long

“You!”

Sam jumped from his seat upon hearing your loud shout. Steve, who wasn’t expecting the loud sound coming from you, only calmly looked behind him from his seated form on the bar. He was still nursing the whisky despite his inability to get drunk, only accompanying Sam in what he called “boys night”, sans Bucky who was busy guarding his little bird. Or rather, stalking his little bird. He watched you over his hooded eyes, the dimmed lights from the bar making him looked dangerous, but it was the way he looked at you that almost made you stopped walking to him. He waited patiently for you to reach him, his form completely relaxed, his posture leaning against the bar and even seated, he managed to tower over your small form.

“Me.” Steve stated with a smirked on his face, the blue shirt he was wearing brought out the beauty in his eyes. You felt Sam’s dark eyes on you as if in thought why you were screaming at the Captain America.

Only that you didn’t know he was a hero. You weren’t from around here, you weren’t even from around this state. Or this continent. You were here for an overseas job that you just couldn’t not accept- a job that would get you out of your comfort zone and one that would broaden your career. Who could say no to that?

You squinted your eyes at him, taking his confidence and masculinity in.

“Do you find me attractive?” You asked with false bravado. At this point, you were beyond frustrated with the way you just finish. You meant, you were doing your part, you were putting yourself out there. You just got out of a three-year relationship, in which you never came, not even once. You could not help but think that maybe there was something wrong with you.

Were you not doing it right? Were you not putting more effort? Were you not just enthusiastic? You meant, how hard could it be? Other people did it on a daily basis- then why could you not orgasm? And you felt sorry for your then partner. You could not help but think that maybe you were the problem? Maybe there were just women who couldn’t come. Yeah, right. So you tried again with someone else for months. And. You. Still. Couldn’t. Come.

And so you promised yourself that this would be your last great effort in trying to achieve it. You told yourself to find the most attractive man in this fancy bar, and go home with him. So here you were, trying to stand taller than you actually were, and asking the handsome man in front of you if he found you attractive.

Steve tilted his head in the endearing way of his, looked down and up at you slowly running his eyes over your gorgeous form and met your eyes. His blue ones twinkled as if he found this amusing, “Yes.” His velvet voice affirmed.

“Then do you want to have sex with me?” You sputtered, hoping that your voice came out sure and not shaky, as what you felt inside.

Steve tilted his head, his long lashes fluttering as he blinked, as he regarded you. He looked like he was considering what you asked seriously.

Sam chuckled, in his own way of easing the awkwardness he was feeling after a moment of dead air, “Good luck with that. This man is as decent as-“

Suddenly, Steve rose to his feet, his huge form towering over you little one before he collected his leather jacket.

“I would love to.”

You blinked owlishly, craning your head up just to look at his eyes as he neared your little form, the soft lights from the bar was making him looked ethereal, as if he was an angel, one that looked at you with a dark glint in his eyes. He bowed his head a little so he could see better. He could not help but likened you to a little kitten, one that was hissing and standing up more than its actual height. Your head was just leveled below his chest. You were so small that Steve didn’t know how you survived life so far. He knew what it was like to be little, he was no stranger to being small. But back then, he had Bucky. And despite how brave Steve was back then, he knew he would diminished without someone protecting him. You reminded him of Steve before the serum. You were brave, so brave despite the tremble in your lips when you approached him. You were scared…but you still did it. There was something about your gentle courage that made him want to go with you just to see this through. He wasn’t like that. To be honest, he had always thought of women as something that he could survive without. After all, he lived a long life without a companion. He had never understood why Bucky was so enamored and captivated by his little bird.

But strangely, all he wanted to do was get to know you…so he could protect you.

So…was there someone protecting you, little kitten?

He smiled at you, his nose picking up your sweet fragrance. He wanted nothing but to smell you more. He cocked his head to the side, his hand going in his pocket as he watched you involuntarily take a step back.

“You can back out,” his baritone voice teased you. He didn’t know why he said that, perhaps it was his way of giving you a chance to get out of this predicament. Perhaps, he was scared to find out how he would be like if his incessant need to protect you deepened beyond going back. He watched your brows furrowed as if you were seriously considering backing out. He hoped you wouldn’t. For both of your back, he hoped you would. He was torn, but he wasn’t going to make the decision for you. No, you have to decide for the both of you.

“Are you scared, little kitten?”

You snapped your eyes back at him, the strong resolve he saw mere minutes ago was now back, stronger than ever. You stepped closer to him, and without thinking, you reached for his hand and pulled him, leading him out of the bar and into the life you would inevitably have with him when you made the decision to touch him.

Steve opened his apartment door, sidestepping and gesturing for you to enter his lair. You eyed him but he just gave you an innocent smile before tilting his head as he waited for you to enter his apartment. You stepped foot inside his apartment, your eyes roaming over the place of the man you wanted to sleep with. Your eyes found the hanged black and white photograph of him and a dark-haired man wearing what looked like an old military uniform. The next photograph was of a group of huge men wearing..costumes? Was Steve a model? You frowned before walking deeper into his apartment. His apartment screamed masculinity, it smelled clean and with a hint of his distinct smell. You jumped when you heard the door closed, Steve locking it as he put his car keys on the table. He smiled innocently at you before perching himself on the edge of the table, his stance completely relaxed like nothing could falter him. His heart swelled of approval when he asked you where you wanted to go and you suggested his place. Smart girl, he thought. You should not let anyone in your place.

You cleared your throat, standing awkwardly in front of this massive and handsome man as he looked at you with a smile on his lips as if you were amusing to him, “I like your apartment.”

“I like your lips,” he smiled sweetly at you before reaching his large hand at you, urging you to take it, “can I kiss you?”

You chuckled as you walked near him, “Is this how it usually goes?”

“What?”

“One night stands,” you clarified before stepping in between his spread legs instead of taking his hand, “the movies were wrong, then.” This close and you could see how blue his eyes were, how he perfectly sculpted his jaw was, how long his lashes were as he stared at you. Despite his half-sitting position, your head only grazed his chest. Slowly, his large hand covered the expanse of the small of your back, pulling you closer to his form, wanting to feel your warmth.

“How does the movie usually go, hmm?” He whispered as he ran his nose to your jaw, down to your neck, taking you in, taking your scent in because he had never in his life wanted to know what someone smelt like, only now. This was more than what was in the movie, little kitten. No, this was more intense.

You sighed as he pulled you even closer, “Well, usually, they go inside the apartment drunk out of their heads, bodies locked together as if all they are driven to do is to well, fuck.” You heard him chuckled, before he returned his eyes on you. Slowly, he tucked your hair behind your ear, “There’s usually not much talking, I think,” you added.

Steve tipped your chin to him, “Well I guess, this is not a one night stand, then.”

You weren’t given a chance to think about what had said when he decided to finally do what he had been wanting to do the whole night. Steve’s lips touched yours so tenderly, as if the huge man himself was terrified to know how your lips tasted like, only to find himself instantly addicted to them. He growled before standing up, your face in between his strong hands as he deepened the kiss, never giving you the chance to escape from his hunger, and not that you wanted to. It had been so long since someone made you feel something akin to this, or really no one at all made you feel like this. You had read about this, you had watched movies when the characters kissed for the first time. You had always thought that it would really be like that with you. But time and time again, you were disappointed. You had always felt nothing, you thought kissing was a chore.

But this- this was what the movies and literatures and art were talking about. This was the explosive feeling, the anticipation, and the warmth you never knew was possible to feel all at once.

You breathed once Steve separated from your lips, his chest heaving as his eyes darkened. You didn’t know how you ended up in his bedroom without you feeling it, but Steve guided you. He would always guide you. Without breaking eye contact, Steve took off his shirt before you, his muscles rippling with his every move and he looked stronger without his clothes.

Steve looked like a warrior.

“Seriously,” you voiced out despite your breathy voice, “what do you do? Are you a model?”

Because how the fuck could he looked like that with a normal job? You meant- he wasn’t going to look like that if he was an accountant, right?

He chucked before stepping closer to you and you had no choice but to step back as he invaded your space, “Something like that.” His baritone voice answered you before gently pushing you on his bed, you bounced only once because before you knew it, he was on you again. His large body encaging you, his muscular thigh on each side of your hips preventing any movement from you.

“How are you so beautiful?” He quietly asked, his eyes soft as he breathed you in that you couldn’t help but smile back at him.

“I should be the one asking you that. I can’t believe you agreed-“

Steve cut you off with the touch of his lips, his kisses deep. He was just glad you chose him. He was the lucky one. His lips trailed to your neck, sucking lightly as he squeezed your breasts, heaving as you gasped when he bit a little too hard. Steve had never wanted to mark anyone as badly as he did you, he had always been gentle. But something about you made him feral, as if he had no better purpose than to possess you, to make you feel as wonderful as you made him feel. You froze when he reached your underwear. Steve paused and looked at you from between your legs.

“Okay?” He whispered, afraid that he had scared you with his intensity.

You nodded sheepishly, before telling him the truth. “I just- I don’t want you to be angry or disappointed,”

He was shaking his head before you could even finished. Steve crawled his huge body to yours, “What’s wrong?” He asked as he caressed your cheeks.

You bit your lip, your cheeks heating up, “Ihaveneverorgasmwithaman,”

“What?”

“I have never-“

“No, I understood. Why are you sorry?”

“Because..it’s not normal and I’m scared you’ll get mad. I just wanted to put it out there that if I don’t, then it’s not your fault.”

You looked up at him over your lashes, trying to gauge his reaction to your predicament. He was silent for a moment, his eyes never leaving yours before he frowned, “I still don’t understand why you’re sorry. If they can’t do their job properly, then why are you the one sorry?”

You blinked owlishly at him, before being aware of your nudity and proceeded to cover yourself on his blanket only for him to wrench it away from you. His face darkened, why were you hiding yourself from him?

You gulped from the look on his face, before he leaned down, his lips moving against yours ever so deeply as if he never wanted to separate from you. You were so focused on his warmth that you didn’t notice his hand on its way to your pussy that you gasped when you felt him cupped your wetness.

“Those boys don’t know what to do with a precious gem like you,” he whispered hotly in your ear, his finger slowly rubbing your clit, massaging it so slowly that you didn’t know what to do but moan. “They don’t know how to treat this perfect pussy right-“ you felt his long finger in you, slowly inserting and twisting as it went inside. His thumb played with your clit, rubbing it back and forth as he whispered dirty promises in your ear. You were gushing embarrassingly fast that when he inserted another finger, that after he hit it just too right, you unbelievingly came. You back arched as he didn’t stop fingering you, even as he looked at you with wonder, strands of his hair falling on his forehead. “If only you could see you,” he growled as he quickened his movements, never giving you reprieve as you felt the coil snapped, bringing you to another pleasure. “I’m glad they never saw you like this. They might have never let you go.”

And he won’t.

You rested your hand on his hard chest, trying to push him away. “Wait-“ you tried catching your breath as you felt him crawled down to your pussy, as he spread your legs farther apart, as he used his shoulders to stop you from closing it, even as you covered your still quivering pussy from his lips.

“Yes, my little kitten?” He answered, his eyes focused your disheveled form.

“I’m Y/N,” you couldn’t believe you were introducing yourself to a man who just made you come twice.

“I know.”

“How?”

“I saw you ID.”

What? When?

“Now can you please remove your hand so I can finally eat my pussy?”

His what now?

“I’m still sensitiv-“

“Kitten,” his authoritative voice called out to you, letting you know that he meant business, “we have years to make up for your disappointing sex with disappointing boys. I take my job seriously, so can you please remove your hand from my pussy?”

And he ate you with gusto. His appreciative growls and moans adding to your pleasure, lapping at your pussy as if he couldn’t get enough, as if he had been craving you for so long. And when he inserted his tongue in you, his dark eyes at you, and as your impending orgasm came, his hands on your thighs tightened, preventing your from moving, And all you could do was to take what he was giving you.

“You are so receptive to me, kitten. Do you know what it does to a man?” You heard him asked, and you heard the buckle of his belt resounding to the quietness of the night, the sound of his zipper was so loud, the rustle of his pants as he stripped from them made you opened your eyes. You sat up sheepishly, his hand pumping his hard cock once, twice- his eyes never leaving yours even as your crawled away from him. There was no way that you could come again, despite your ages long dry-spell, coming numerous times in a row was intimidating you. “Steve-“

He cut you off he started crawling to you, his hard cock pointing to you. It was so big, and it looked so angry that you acted before you could think. You made it to the door, but you should know you couldn’t outrun a super soldier. You felt his large body behind you, his hard cock trapped between his abs and your back. “You know what it does to a man, little kitten? It makes him want to keep you, to possess you.

And that night, he did possess all of you.

“I swear Bucky, you have to do something about your best friend. It’s been more than a month and he acts so irritable I swear to God the agents are terrified of him,” Sam ranted to Steve’s best friend, Bucky. Well, maybe Bucky’s also Sam’s best friend but no one should know. Sam would not live the end of it.

Bucky hmmed, his eyes focused on his phone as he texted his little bird that he would be home in a few hours.

“Hey, are you listening?”

“Yes, Samuel. Steve is like that because he lost his little kitten when she was already in the grasp of his hand. And now he couldn’t find her.”

“Right. So why not just move on?” Sam pondered, he couldn’t understand how these men lost their ever-so loving mind over a woman. He meant, Bucky lived for work back then, so focused on his task that he thought nothing could fazed this man. Then entered, his little kitten. And now he lived and breathed to protect her. On the other hand, Steve was the most gentle and kindest soul Sam had ever met. He couldn’t even hurt anyone except when it was absolutely needed, always had the longest patience and was the voice of reason when Bucky found his little kitten.

But now, looked at him- brooding with his long hair that he had no more time to cut from looking for her everyday, snapping at the mistakes of the agent, and training them with intensity that made even Sam wary.

“Why should he? He’ll find her,” Bucky shrugged, unbothered by what was happening to his best buddy. “He wanted to join the military even when he was sickly and under qualified, and he did. He wanted to save the world despite the imminent danger, and he did. You should know, Sam. It’s only a matter of time before he finds her.”

“Find who?” Steve grumbled, his long legs carrying him inside the training area, his hair swept back.

Bucky flashed his best friend a smile, “Well, who else? Your little kitten. In the first place, you should have guarded her better.”

“What was he supposed to do, Bucky? Tie her up so she wouldn’t be able to escape the next morning?” Sam asked jokingly at the two men training with him.

“Maybe I should have.”

What?

“Capsicle,” Tony called from the door, gesturing for Steve. “You made another agent cry. I am so exhausted from putting out fires. First, it was Bucky with his insubordinate ass. But thank fuck he found his little bird and now he’s at least 47% better to work with. Now you, making our agents cry with your strictness and your rigorous training. I need you to lead this team and really lead it. What’s with you? Is it because of that girl? What should I do to return you to normal? What should I do to make you sane again, huh, cap? Should I find her myself? Is that what you want? Because I am so exhausted from placating our agents and listening to their complaints. What should I do? You want me to find her? DONE!”

Steve frowned, he was only half-listening to Tony’s tirade when what he said caught his attention. “What?”

“You’re welcome,” he drawled before rolling his eyes and turning his back on Steve, “I should be the irresponsible one! Stop making me the responsible one I hate it!”

Your eyes trained on your laptop screen as you continued your report on the medicine that your group had been working on. You had been busy for the past month and seeing the success of the medicine was making all the hours you spent working worth it. You sipped your coffee, the small coffee shop’s interior was somehow making you more productive. You returned your attention on your report, the caffeine hitting you just right. You were so immersed with finishing your work that you almost didn’t notice the huge man planting himself on the seat in front of you.

“Long time no see, my runaway kitten,”

Your eyes widened at that familiar voice, one that whispered sweet nothings in your ear more than a month ago. His blue eyes were hidden by his dark shades. You couldn’t see his eyes, and thank God you couldn’t because if you saw how intense his eyes were, there would be no doubt that you would run again. And he couldn’t let it happen the second time, could he? He watched you as you looked surprised by him. He reached for your coffee and took a sip of it, never straying his eyes from yours. “Nothing to say to me?”

“I’m sorry.. I don’t know the right protocol for what we did. I thought one should leave after the deed?” You asked, clearly confused. You meant, wasn’t that how one nights stands were supposed to go?

“Is that why you left?”

You nodded slowly. You had enjoyed the night you spent with him. He was extremely masculine, but nevertheless, he took care of you. He was gentle as he cuddled you, even as he cleaned you his touches were soft as if he never wanted to hurt you. You felt so cared for, so feminine that night that there was no doubt in your mind that you chose the right man that night.

But like all things, it had to come to an end.

Steve frowned. This could all have been avoided if only he cleared things with you, or if he held you tighter that night so you wouldn’t be able to leave. Nevermind, that would be the last time you left.

“So how’s work? How’s your modeling career?”

“Excuse me?”

“You told me you were a model,” you clarified with a smile on your face.

Steve cleared his throat, dodging your question. You were already skittish enough, what more if you finally knew who he was? No. He had to cement himself in your life first. That way, you wouldn’t be able to escape him that quickly.

“Do you find me attractive?” He inquired, throwing back to you what you asked him that night.

You frowned, of course you did. You meant, looked at him. There was no way he was real.

“Then do you want to go out with me?”

You paused. You liked him, you really did. But you didn’t think you were ready for a romantic relationship just yet. You smiled at him softly, reaching for his massive hand. “Steve,” you started before looking up at him, “I am not ready for a relationship right now.”

He considered what you said, his jaw clenching with the thought of not having you. But like anything he had ever wanted, he would find ways to get it.

He offered you a small smile, “I understand.”

You found yourself that same night plastered on his door, Steve’s muscular arms on either side of you as he kissed you, something he would make up for missing you for over a month. If you weren’t ready yet, Steve knew he could do other things to speed things up. He knew you were going to end up his, it was only a matter of time. He wasn’t above seducing you, little kitten.

You only needed a nudge.

And if that didn’t work, well… he could always accidentally forget protection.

You wouldn’t be able to leave the next day if you had a baby, right? No. If the public found out about you, the whole world would expect that Captain America would do the right thing by you. Steve would never have to wake up without you again.

Set in the same universe as Your Protector, Forever

#steve rogers one shot #possessive steve rogers #soft!dark steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x you #steve rogers x y/n #captain america fic #captain america x you #captain america smut #yandere steve rogers

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𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐧𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐟𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 ♡❥

summary - the reader gets new neighbours, they seem to have their eyes on her.

𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 & 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 ♡

summary - we see how steve is as your boyfriend and eventually husband

𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡 ♡

summary - steve starts crushing on the reader after meeting her in the infirmary

𝐚𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐬𝐤 ♡❥

summary - steve starts his rut and asks for help from the shield’s nurse omega

𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 ♡➳

summary - everyone seemed to have forgotten her birthday, except for one person

𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐤 ❦ 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐬𝐤 ❦

summary - king steve takes a liking to the witch in the woods

summary - king steve meets a woman, not knowing that she's a witch or that she planned everything beforehand.

𝐦𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐤 ➳♡❥

summary - an argument occurs between husband and wife

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐚𝐬𝐤 ♡➳

summary - steve leaves the reader for peggy, she meets andy, but the past always comes back.

𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐬𝐤 ♡

summary - we’ve had a bad day, and steve is there to comfort us.

40𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐬𝐤 ♡

summary - steve is back with his best girl, and they just soak up the moment.

𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐚𝐬𝐤 ♡

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

𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐭 𝐚𝐬𝐤 ♡ 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 2 ♡

summary - steve and the reader are the most powerful couple there is, before the battle, he helps her with her abilities.

summary - after steve and the reader's training session, the battle began, which left the reader to watch the enemy take down her team and for steve to activate her darker powers.

𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦 ➳♡

summary - colin realises how much he needed you when it was too late, several months later. he sees you again, but he wishes he didn't

𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐤 ♡

summary - steve came home to his girl.

𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐚𝐬𝐤 ❥ 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧’𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 2 ♡❥

summary - steve pleasures himself to a poster of his favourite actress.

summary - steve had never thought he would meet you in person, but thanks to tony butting into things, he finally gets to feel you around him.

𝐣��𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐬𝐤 ➳ 𝐦𝐫𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 2 ♡➳

summary - the reader finds out everything was all a bet, leading her to confront steve and finally leave them behind.

summary - when the reader leaves steve after finding out she was just a bet, she finds a new home and a new family, followed by meeting the love of her life, logan.

𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐬𝐤 ♡

summary - being the obsession of six men isn’t so bad.

𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 ➳

summary - sometimes, you just have to let go and put yourself first.

𝐈’𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐫… ♡

summary - you just wanted to look sexy for your man, but instead, he thinks you’re cute.

𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐤 ♡

summary - you go out celebrating with your best friend, steve rogers, and end up waking up with some news about yourself.

𝐯𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐬𝐤 ♡

summary - just a short drabble of vampire steve and bucky meeting succubus reader.

𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐬𝐤 ♡❥

summary - daddy decides it's playtime during the game, and his best friend gets to watch.

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐬𝐤 ♡➳

summary - there's been a misunderstanding in your relationship, does it get sorted?

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐱 𝐟𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐤 ♡➳

summary - your ex-husband interrupts your time with your new man, causing a small fight to break out.

𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 ♡

summary - just something cute.

𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐤 ♡

summary - you tease your loving boyfriend with photos of you, the only problem is... he's in a work meeting.

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧’𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐚𝐬𝐤 ♡❥

summary - you surprise your boyfriend with a replica of his uniform, and the only difference is that it's more slutty.

𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐬𝐤 ♡➳

summary - you confessed your feelings to dean and ended up getting hurt, only to find love in a much better man.

𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞… 𝐚𝐬𝐤 ➳

summary - steve compares you to someone he knows you are jealous/insecure about, causing you to become distant. he asks for your forgiveness, but do you forgive him?

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐬𝐤 ➳❦

summary - steve was the one that got away... but did he really?

𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲’𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐞 𝐟𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 ❥

summary - your stepdad doesn't like how close his friend is getting to you, so the only way to solve the issue is to get inside you.

𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ♡➳

summary - after everything that happened with bucky, you found comfort in steve, slowly falling for him as he becomes your knight in shining armour. when you finally become his, it's the best day of your life.

𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 ❥

summary - steve and you have something in common, he likes pulling your hair, and you love when he pulls on your hair.

𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 ❥

summary - you get steve hot and bothered…

𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈’𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 ❥

summary - when you agreed to be steve's, you also agreed to be used whenever he saw fit.

𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 ❥

summary - you get spanked by steve for what you're wearing.

𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐬𝐤 ➳

summary - steve left you for peggy, only to realise five hours in that she was no longer the woman he loved. when he came back, five years had passed. will you ever forgive him for the sake of your son? or is your future with him no more?

𝐰𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐬𝐤 ➳

summary - you wished you had more time with him.

𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐬𝐤 ❥

summary - the moment steve saw you, he knew he needed to have you. so he thought the best way to get to know you… was to stalk you, what happens when he finally makes his move?

𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 ♡

summary - two idiots in love.

𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞 ➳

summary - you are sad and want steve to fuck the sad out of you.

𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐭𝐬 ➳ 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐧𝐨 𝐟𝐮𝐫𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 2 ➳♡ 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 3 ➳♡

summary - morgan gets hurt while at a family/friend gathering, causing all the women's instincts to kick in except yours. which doesn't end well for your relationship with a man from the 40s

summary - after your breakup with steve, you change, no longer wanting to deal with your emotions. after months of your team not hearing from or seeing you, they decide to track you down.

summary - you found your happiness

𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐮𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐤 ➳♡

summary - harley's ex, the joker, kidnaps you. causing the two teams to come and save you.

𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐬𝐤 ➳

summary - steve cancels another date, this one being for your anniversary, to 'help' sharon.

𝐬𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐬𝐤 ➳♡

summary - steve is there for you when you don't feel okay emotionally.

𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐬𝐤 ♡

summary - you've wanted your dad's best friend since you met him, but he seems to pay less attention to you than you would've liked. so, the only thing you could think of was to tease him at a pool party.

𝐛𝐮𝐭, 𝐢 𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐟 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮… ➳

summary - you love steve, but have to let him go.

𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐦𝐞 ➳

summary - the family you thought you had let you down, so you show up, showing them they didn’t break you.

𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐤 ➳♡❥

summary - your husbands have been noticing something off with you, and they decide to punish you until you tell them what's wrong.

𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐤 ♡

summary - you are in love with your stepbrother and vice versa.

𝐝𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐤 ♡

summary - you go on a double date with your man, best friend and best friend's man.

𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐬𝐤 ❥

summary - you are friends with benefits with steve, and your favourite position is being on top.

𝐟𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐬𝐤 ♡❥

summary - you and steve have spent hours trying to find his best friend, and it ends with him taking his frustration out on you.

𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐬𝐤 ♡❥

summary - you are scared of thunder and quickly find comfort in your stepfather and step-uncle's arms.

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐬𝐤 (𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧) ➳♡

summary - you haven’t been dating steve for long and you get into a fight, he finally finds out about your past relationship.

𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 ➳❦

summary - steve cheats on you, causing the team to turn against you to save the world from hating him. years later, you finally seek your revenge.

𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐚𝐬𝐤 ♡❥

summary - you have some soft sex with the bearded super solider.

𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐳𝐲 𝐟𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 ❥

summary - breeding kink gone wild, your husbands take it to the next level by forever wanting you to carry their child.

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a natural.

event | kinktober 2021

prompt | eating out

summary | bucky lets steve use you as practice for going down on a girl.

pairing | dark!stucky x reader

warnings | dark steve and bucky(steve’s relatively soft, bucky a little less), noncon, bucky holds reader down(restraining), set in the forties before the freeze (but after steve becomes supersoldier)? if that matters?, implied that reader is bucky’s partner unwillingly (idk i didn’t choose to elaborate so whatever you prefer to imagine for those circumstances), steve “doesn’t know how to eat pussy” but then destroys reader’s, fingering, eating out, forced orgasm, crying, one (?) slap, praise, slight!jealousy from steve

word count | 1,214

an | wooh i just love something about like bucky having to explain so descriptively and steve being so eager to make you cum, like can you imagine :’-) also idk if it matters that this is set before the freeze but i just like the aesthetic of forties!stucky for this one. also wow this one also ended up super long oops :^) anyway, hope you guys enjoy!

“Shit, Bucky. She’s even prettier in person.”

Though you’re putting up the best fight you can, you’re no match for the two supersoldiers holding you down to the bed as you thrash and writhe pathetically; with frustration settling on his face to mix with his disappointment, Bucky tsks at you. “Come on, y/n. Give it up; you know you’re not getting out of this.”

“Please-” you try to beg once more, but with exhaustion settling in over you as Bucky secures you to his chest from behind with his arms wrapped around you, you know the outcome is getting bleaker by the moment.

“S'alright doll,” Steve tries to sate you, noticeably more impacted by your tears and protests than his friend, “just gonna make you feel good.”

“That’s right, so for fuck’s sake, would you quit squirming,” Bucky demands, his grip tightening on you as he manages to raise a hand to strike swiftly across your tear-soaked cheek. Heat rises immediately to flood the battered flesh, a frightened whimper escaping your lips as you fall limp against the pair, earning a hum of content from the dark-haired man behind you. “That’s better,” he sighs in relief. “Now go ahead, pal. Lift up her skirt, I made sure she’s got nothin’ on under there.”

Steve pauses for a moment to lock his eyes with yours, a hand reaching out almost appearing to offer peace as he nods. “Alright. Just relax, sweetheart,” he attempts to soothe you, taking the fabric of your skirt lightly and flipping it up to reveal your bare thighs. Your knees close instinctively, but Bucky’s quick to grab one in each hand, prying you open to give Steve easy access.

Now completely exposed to the cool air of the room, your pussy quivers in anticipation. Eyes drifting to your glistening heat, Steve’s mouth beginning to water as he lowers his head to take a closer look. “Fuck,” he mutters, his large length bulging visibly through his pants. Though you’re no expert on all the technicalities of what the serum did to him, it’s clear now that the young man’s muscles weren’t nearly the only thing enhanced by the experiment.

“She wet?” Bucky asks from behind you, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your thighs beginning to ache.

“Just barely,” Steve hums, still seeming half in a daze from the magnificent sight of your sex.

“You’re gonna wanna use some spit then,” Bucky advises. “C'mon doll, be a good girl and open up for Stevie.” Feeling the pressure increase through his grip on you, you’re quick to obey him. Eyes still wide, Steve gently slips his pointer and middle finger between your lips, a low groan rising through his throat as you provide him your saliva. “Now spread it around down there, over the opening,” Bucky continues.

Doing as his friend’s instructed, Steve brings his spit-covered fingers down to drag over your slit, his fingertips just barely teasing at your opening as his brow slants in concentration. “Start with one finger; work a little in at a time,” Bucky says.

“Alright doll,” Steve breathes, gently beginning to ease his middle finger into you. “Shit,” he mumbles as you struggle to take the insertion, “so fuckin’ tight.”

“Yeah, she’ll take some warming up,” Bucky chuckles, straining your legs a bit further apart to make it easier for his friend as he pumps in the length of just one knuckle, then working up to a second, his motions careful, cautious. Though he hasn’t said it, it’s clear Steve’s worried about hurting you given the size of his fingers. “There you go,” Bucky murmurs approvingly, glancing over your shoulder to watch as your cunt’s slowly opened up. “You can work a little faster now, and you can probably fit the whole finger in.”

Nodding, Steve picks up his pace ever-so-slightly, the full length of his digit now filling you up each time he presses inside you. “That okay, princess?” he asks, his eyes raising back up to meet yours. Trying to keep from moaning out, you simply nod, a look of relief washing over Steve as he dares to go even a bit faster.

“Now would be a good time to add your mouth,” Bucky tells him. “Find her clit up where her lips join together, looks like a little bead peaking out from between the folds. You’re gonna wanna work it with your tongue; sucking on it’s usually the best way to go.”

Licking his lips, Steve lowers his face to meet your mound, his nose bumping against it gently as he runs his tongue over your engorged flesh, the soft sensation sending tingles running up from your toes. “There, that’s it,” Bucky encourages, “look at that, she’s opening right up for you.” Steve only hums in agreement, the warmth of his breath against you only causing your wetness to grow as his finger works inside of you. When his lips find your bundle of nerves and close in to begin suckling, you can’t hold back your response; a heated whine escapes you as the tender bud is worked by the man’s mouth, a familiar fullness beginning to build in your belly.

“Oh- St-Steve,” you whimper, your hands coming up to cover your face in embarrassment. Keeping his lips locked on your clit, the blonde starts pumping faster in and out of your pussy with his fingers, not even needing Bucky’s instruction to know when you’re finally ready for a second. As the pads of his fingers work perfectly up against your soft spongey ceiling, you can feel your climax building inside you, your breaths starting to stagger as you grip the sheets beneath you in anticipation.

“There she goes, she’s almost there,” Bucky sings, his hands abandoning your legs to come up and cup your breasts through your shirt. “Keep goin’, pal. She’s about to cum- don’t worry, you’ll feel it when it happens.”

“Steve, B-Bucky,” you stammer, your head throbbing in pleasure as your peak approaches.

“C'mon, doll. Cum for me,” Steve pants against your button, his words the exact push you need to be thrown over the edge as you clench down brutally against his fingers, your toes curling up almost painfully as your orgasm tears through you.

“Fuck, that’s my girl,” Bucky praises as Steve nurses your clit, his fingers struggling to continue pounding into you as you ride out your high. The intensity lasts for several moments, and only when you’ve finally begun to come down does Steve slow his movements, his lips ceasing from around your puffy flesh as he raises his head to look at you, adoration shining in his eyes.

“Pull out carefully,” Bucky tells him. “She’s sensitive now.” Steve’s careful to do so, surprising both you and the man behind you by bringing his soaked fingers to his mouth to lick off the juices.

“How’d I do?” he asks.

“I’d say you’re a natural,” Bucky decides, his hands now rubbing gently over your chest as you breathe heavily against him. “Though I’ll warn you now, whatever girl you practice on next will have nothing on y/n.”

“I’m sure you’re right, pal,” Steve agrees with a nod, a hint of sadness flashing in his eyes as he glances at the two of you before him.

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