#nomad!steve x reader

[fandoms-writings]

Pursuit

Pairing: Nomad!Steve x Agent!Reader

Word Count: 1.7K

Summary: Requested by anon - "Don't go where I can't follow, I thought I lost you"/"Honey, you're exhausted, go back to sleep."

Warnings: it's angsty, reader curses, but that's about it.

A/N: I promise I'm working on getting through these requests, life is just insane rn and i've been trying to get into some digital art, so i'm a little busy rn.

Masterpost

The second Steve stepped through the door of their latest safehouse, he knew something was off. The hair on the back of his neck stood at attention and he honed in all of his senses to focus on his surroundings. The others were still on their way, they'd all taken different routes here to at least try not to bring attention here, though it seemed like that didn't matter in the end. 

If the house was compromised, they'd need to make a swift exit, hopefully without killing anyone. But that also meant they had one last place they could safely hide from SHIELD. 

He steeled himself before taking cautious steps through the front room, back to the kitchen where he would check the dining room before heading up the stairs to clear the bedrooms. But there was something that caught his attention in the dining room. 

It looked like someone was seated there at the table in the dark. He clenched his fist, bracing himself for whatever was coming, and turned the light on. 

He thought he'd been found, that sitting at the table was an agent, waiting to bring him in. Or maybe even a Hydra agent, ready to kill him. For a second, he thought Nat could've been there - she did like to scare the crap out of him every now and then. 

But when that light turned on, it was worse than any of those outcomes. It was a sight that had his heart aching in his chest. 

You were seated at the table, staring at him with a gaze of steel, your hands folded over a gun on the table. 

He took a breath to steady himself from the shock of seeing you before taking a tentative step into the room. He didn't think he'd ever see you again if he was being honest with himself, not after he left SHIELD. 

"You were harder to track down than I thought you'd be," Your voice filled the room and he barely kept himself from flinching. You never spoke to him like this, cold and emotionless, he'd heard it in interrogations that you lead, but it was never aimed at him. "I suppose Nat's to thank for that." 

"What are you doing here?" He asked, trying to take a subtle glance around the room to see if you'd bought anyone with you. 

"It's just us, you can stop being paranoid." 

He glanced back to you, only letting his shoulders drop slightly before he gripped the back of the chair in front of him. "Why are you here?" 

You scoffed, rolling your eyes, "Not even a 'hey baby, i missed you' huh?" You leaned back in your chair, folding your arms across your chest, "No, 'sorry I left you behind when we went on the run'?" 

He sighed, hanging his head. "I didn't want to leave you there." He muttered. 

"Bull shit," You snapped, "You know I would've dropped everything for you." 

He nodded at his feet, "I know. I'm sorry." 

"Sorry isn't gonna cut it this time, Steve." 

He lifted his head to look at you when your voice broke over his name, the tension in his shoulders from the day falling, replaced by a new stress. The way you were looking at him was devastating. Your jaw was clenched as you fought the wobble in your lips. The bags under your eyes were more prominent than he'd ever seen before, and your chest was heaving in uneven breaths as you kept yourself together. 

"I know," He started, "I know an apology isn't enough. But I am sorry." Slowly, he rounded the table until he stood three from you, his eyes glancing down to your shaking hands as you gripped your arms. "I wanted to come get you, but I didn't know if your department had been compromised or not. I also didn't want to force you to become federally wanted by the government, and there definitely wasn't enough time to talk about it." 

You were silent, watching him out of the corner of your eye as he pulled out the chair next to you, taking a seat and leaning his elbows on his knees. 

"The plan was to contact you when things calmed down," He explained, "It's just taken a lot longer than I thought it would." 

You let out a wet scoff, your voice tight as you said, "You're Captain America, Steven, on the run. What did you think? That they'd forget about you after a few days?" 

The attitude, the sass you gave him warmed his heart a bit - it meant you weren't so mad at him that it wasn't fixable, so he let out a small breath. 

"I don't know," He muttered, "With everything going on, I guess I didn't really think about it." 

"No shit." Your voice broke and he watched the first tear break through your lashes. He reached up, brushing it away with his knuckles before cupping your face, his heart aching in his chest like it was trying to reach for yours. They'd been off the grid for weeks now - weeks that he hadn't been able to hold you, to kiss you, to just be with you. 

"I'm so sorry, baby," He whispered, leaning so far forward that he slid out of his chair, gently landing on his knees in front of you. 

"Did you really think I wouldn't come for you?" You asked and he shook head. 

"I wasn't sure," he muttered, "I didn't know how tight of a leash they'd have on you because of who you are to me." His brows pulled together in thought and his paranoia began to creep back up the back of his neck. "How did you get out?" 

You smirked down at him, not bothering to wipe at the tears he was catching with his knuckles, "Don't you remember who trained me?" 

He huffed a laugh at that. Nat had trained you when you first joined SHIELD - before he was even brought out of the ice. And you two were like peas in a pod. But when you started dating Steve, the higher ups moved you to a different department, to avoid internal conflict and possible distraction in the field. 

He had no doubt that you didn't leave a trail here - hell, you could've even faked your death to get out from under their thumb. But as he stared up at you, at those tears still falling and the exhaustion swimming in your eyes, he decided that was a talk for tomorrow. Maybe even the day after. 

You reached up to grip his wrists tight, your smirk falling, "Don't you ever go where I can't follow," your voice cracked as you struggled to keep it even. Immediately he understood you were talking about how they vanished into Wakanda to drop off Bucky. Even if you had been tailing them, which you probably were by then, you wouldn't have gotten in without T'Challa's approval. "I thought I lost you." 

All the breath was forced from his lungs as his chest caved. He pulled your head into the crook of his neck, keeping one hand to the back of your head and the other wrapping around to grip at the back of your kevlar suit. Your arms wound around him, holding him so tight, like you were scared he'd vanish again. 

"I won't," He promised the words into the kevlar covering your neck, "I promise." 

He held you like that until his knees went numb, pins and needles starting in his calves and feet, and he pulled away from you, standing again. He pulled you from your chair, taking you upstairs to one of the bedrooms with an adjoining bathroom. 

He showered with you, your eyes barely able to stay open as he peeled off your kevlar for you and washed the dirt and oils and who knew what else from your hair before soaping up the rest of you. Once he had the both of you clean and dry, he tucked you into the bed, curling around behind you, clinging to you. 

He'd been trying so hard not to think about how much he missed you these past few weeks. Focusing so much on keeping those who ran with him hidden and alive that having you here like this, asleep in his hold again, he realized just how much his heart ached for you. How much his soul itself had been crying out for you. 

And now you were here, in his arms as he finally let the fear of never seeing you again go. The fear that you'd been corrupted by the system. That you'd been compromised, or worse. 

He let it all go, savoring the time he had with you before there was a small knock on the door. The pattern of knocks told him it was Nat. 

Trying not to wake you as he got up was a fruitless effort as you turned to face his retreating form and you sat up. 

"Steve?" He turned back to you, "Where are you going?"

Your voice was so small, so tired but so nervous as you asked, the question hitting him in the chest. He walked back to you, cupping your cheeks and placing a kiss on the top of your head. 

"I'm just going to talk to Nat, I'll be right back," He gave you a small smile, "I promise." 

"I want to see her," You tried to get free of his hold to get out of bed but he stopped you. 

"You're exhausted honey," He said, softly pushing you to lie back down, "Go back to sleep. She'll be here in the morning, I'll make sure of it." 

"Okay," You sighed, submitting to the fatigue in your body as you easily slipped back to sleep. He pulled the blankets over you, tucking you back in before heading for the door again. 

His hand gripped the handle, and he turned back to look at you peacefully sleeping, smiling to himself before preparing to hear what the others had been through on their way here. 

Being on the run was going to be rough, and people would be pushed to their limits, but you were with him. And that's all he cared about now.

 

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[rainydayfix]

Take One

pairing: Nomad! Steve Rogers x female reader

summary: Nomad!Steve Rogers fulfills his sex worker partner’s wishes until he can’t take it anymore.

warnings: 18+ content (MINORS DNI!!!), smut, lots of fingering (f receiving), unprotected sex

word count: 3.2k

Notes: Please do not copy, steal, etc. My ask box is currently open if you want to send fic ideas / imagines / etc.

Snippet: It was a miracle any thoughts ran through your mind but you couldn’t help but wonder how his hands – that had been through so much war, endured so many scars and callouses from fighting - could bring out something so heavenly from you. Maybe it was the fact that his hands hand been used to defend and protect so unabashedly that made them capable of showing an equal amount of devotion.

“I thought about what you asked for,” you said, resting your head on Steve’s chest as you settled in for the night. “And, I want you to finger me.”

“I always finger you,” he joked, lightly tickling you at your sides.

“No, I want you to only finger me,” you repeated. “Over and over again.”

You and Steve talked about fantasies you wanted to share. You both moaned between the sheets when you were in a race to hit that space where nothing else existed but each other. But, when he first asked if he could help you out on camera, because that was one of his fantasies, it was still a bit of a shock – leaving you a couple of days to digest, to ponder, to re-ponder, to really think about what you could ask him to do.

As your first video together, you finally settled one idea: him fingering you relentlessly. It was genuinely a fantasy of yours. You knew your body and what you liked, and always found it exciting to see your partner discover it too. And it was a blessing that Steve didn’t rest on his stamina from the serum to do all the work.

“Why only fingering?” he questioned softly. “Why not more?”

“You know why?” you answered, trying to tiptoe around one of the reasons you only wanted fingering. Truth be told it was that you weren’t ready to do a full length video with him yet. Your stream had a good fifteen videos on it so far. Thousands of followers who loved seeing your curves, seeing you naked, seeing you come. But your sex work always came with a caveat making partners turned on before becoming jealous and distrusting, or being distrusting from the start and making you feel cheap.

That was just men who were regular Joe assholes. This was Steve Rogers. Retired Captain America. Now Nomad. He stayed in the shadows. Popping up online, no matter how many creative angles you could try, someone would figure it out. Who you were. Who he was with. Where you were. Then come the headlines. The jokes. The invasion of privacy. You hoped deep down making a video out in the open with Steve wouldn’t change things, but you knew it would. “Not even you can hide underneath all this,” you finished, gingerly teasing his full beard.

A small groan seemed to be his only response. You could feel his pensiveness clench his muscles.

“I just - “ you started, before turning in his arms to face him. “I want us to be us for as long as we possibly can. And, blasting America’s ass on the internet will have the vultures coming around in a heartbeat.”

That made him break out into a small smile at least. You couldn’t help but lay next to him in silence as your fingers caressed his face – the deepened wrinkles on his forehead, the laugh lines, the freckles. Blinking up at the ceiling, deep in thought, he turned his face towards yours and gently took your hand into his. He brought it to his lips, taking his time to plant soft kisses along your fingers.

“When do we start?”

- - - - - - - - - - - - -

You know Steve asked if he could help. But you couldn’t find it to answer him with your actual voice. He ended up sitting on the bench at the end of the bed - with that ever-cool patience and calm he possessed. Positioning everything just right seemed to be the only thing to settle your nerves. It wasn’t like you were new to this. You set up the equipment a couple of dozen times before – sometimes for videos to post, sometimes with videos that didn’t make the cut. You set your phone set high on the tripod over the bed in the exact angle that would show your breasts down to your feet, if you poised your legs up right. You made sure the lighting was right – with soft lamps centered on your vanity and at your bedside.

As you slowly ran out of things to do, you started to realize you only started the channel with one person in mind – yourself. But now there was someone else you wanted your videos to mean something for – Steve.

“I’m gonna put the final touches together,” you said softly, giving the tiniest curtsy when his hand reached out for yours. He pulled you between this legs. How could a 240 lb superhero seem so small in your arms yet take up your entire world?

“This won’t change anything, this is just for us,” he reminded, running his hands over your hips and reaching his head up to nestle his lips between sternum. Your hands ran through his thick hair, gently bringing his face up. “I know,” you smiled down at him, taking his hands in yours before letting him go. “I’ll only be a minute.”

One minute turned into more than a couple of minutes as you changed your outfit. Steve honestly doesn’t need much to get going, but your “branding” wasn’t exactly in mind when you picked out the lingerie. From a technical point of view, you wanted something that showed enough skin from your breasts to your hips as the camera’s angle pointed downwards away from your face. For yourself, you wanted something that was simple but special – nothing said that better than see-through black and lace. Your hands ran over the delicate floral pattern as it shaped your taut waist, and the stockings that were lightly attached to the garter and underwear. After putting on the finishing touches of light make-up, you looked yourself over once more in the mirror before opening the bathroom door.

All of the equipment stayed exactly the same, but you weren’t the only one that had changed. A small array of candles were lit alongside the drawers across the room. The softest low-fi music played from the stereo. And, Steve stood next to the bed having changed into a long black shirt and pants, matching exactly what you wore. His eyes bore into you with an intensity that paled into comparison to the soft romantic set-up around you.

“Are you sure you just want my hands?” he asked, his voice deep and almost raw. He inhaled sharp but slowly, looking you over as his hands seemed to unconsciously rub together.

“For right now, yes,” you said – it was taking everything in you to not just shove the shoot aside and just let you fuck for the hell of it. There was so much about his body that you loved, and somehow restricting yourself to only his hands made you want him even more. The part of you that pushed you to save it for the video, caused you to turn away from him slowly before handing him the remote control and slowly crawling up the bed, trying to give him as much of a show as possible.

Once you settled onto your back, you reminded yourself to breathe as you could see Steve in your peripheral check the angle of your placement on the bed with the lens and press record. You forced your eyes to stay peeled on the ceiling, knowing that if you looked at him too soon you might call the whole thing off. It seemed like forever before his weight sunk on the bed next to you, his presence becoming a safe haven and a master in control.

When he was fully settled next to you, resting his weight on his arm, he whispered, “it’s just us.” His lips planted softly against yours, you immediately felt it start to leave you breathless and wanting more. Carefully, he left a trail of wetness as his tongue and lips ran down your neck, as his hand traveled over the rim of fabric covering your breasts and towards your stomach. Your breathing steadily grew heavily, when you felt his nails dig into your hips before gliding across your lower stomach and under your underwear.

You were careful to not shuffle too much, not wanting the position of your body to skew out of view. You also didn’t want to seem too over-eager as you peeled the underwear lower. A small smirk lifted from Steve’s mouth as he discovered you were already wet. One of his fingers dipped lowly, lightly skimming your outer lips before delving further. He didn’t seem to be in a rush and it was killing you. You couldn’t help but let out a deep breath as he added another finger, just playing with the power his touch had on you. He took you licking your lips as an invitation as he brought his fingers to your mouth, letting your head bob against them for a few seconds before he placed them back where they belonged.

He started with his digits pushing between your lips to your core, not wasting any more time, causing you to sigh heavily. It was exactly what you wanted. His motions mostly focused on dipping in and out of you, experimenting with the pace of rough and slow. When his fingers hit your inner lips in the perfect way, he alternated to hitting your core. Just like his cock that fit inside you perfectly, Steve knew the right amount of thickness and how to curve his fingers to create the same tight fit. You thought you were close to hitting your first orgasm, when he switched up the position, pushing his middle and ring finger deep inside you, and letting his other fingers pad against your inner walls. Your moan filled the room as your hand dipped low to hold yourself open a little more for his palm to slightly tap against you.

“Fuck, just like that, almost there” you gasped, as you felt your wetness coat not only his hand but slip down between your thighs underneath you. The concentration on Steve’s face, the way his eyes invited you to come all over his hand, pushed you over the edge as your moan was caught in his lips on yours, your tongues thrashing against each other. The first wave washed over you, as he finally let you up for air, and his fingers slowly returned to the caressing he had started with just minutes ago.

You didn’t expect the initial orgasm to take so much out of you, your eyes falling shut a little too quickly for your taste as well as Steve’s. You felt his hand gradually leaving you feeling empty, and the weight of him next to you lightening a bit. When he returned a second later, you felt something soft and plastic roll across your collarbone, and over the rim of your brassiere. Your eyes shot open, when you felt the odd object pulse against one of your nipples and over to the other. You caught the hot pink device looking small in Steve’s massive hand – your vibrator. The one you used in the video that Steve said was his favorite. That bastard.

His heavy breath brushed against your ear. “You can’t quit on me now. I’m just getting started, honey,” he instructed, in a gruff tone you’d never heard before he nipped your lobe between his teeth. He turned the device on and off again as he made sure to let it sail smoothly over breasts and across your stomach, just close enough for you to feel it pulsate through the lingerie. Once the vibrator made it towards your heat, you opened your legs further for him, letting him know how ready you were for him to give it to you.

This time he wasn’t waiting to take it slow and steady like he did before. This time he turned on the vibrator to the first setting for a few brief seconds, and then the second – the one that usually made you come within minutes. The only problem was that he held it right between your clit and lips – not letting you do anything to give him permission to go further or deeper. He was within the reason of pressing the vibrator right where you need it and perfect distance of making you yearn for his touch.

“Oh god, baby, please,” you cried out, and was silenced immediately, as he plunged the vibrator into you. Steve didn’t mess around with the pressure of the touch; he just let it pulse against your folds. It felt like an endless divine tease. Seconds gave way to minutes. Minutes felt like it gave way to eternity. You felt like you were heaven without actually crossing over the through the gates. You looked over at Steve with hooded eyes, wondering how much this man could possibly know exactly what you wanted without saying words, as the coil within you began to tighten and tauntingly refuse to unravel.

Gradually, the arm that was resting near your head slipped under your neck, lifting your face upwards. Knowing he wanted you to watch what he was doing, you helped by slightly lifting yourself up onto your elbows, prompting your eyes to roll back into your head before refocusing on the full view of his hand thrusting between your legs– the black of his shirt wrapped towards his elbow, and your lingerie, contrasted with the hot pink glimpses of the vibrator. It was a miracle any thoughts ran through your mind but you couldn’t help but wonder how his hands – that had been through so much war, endured so many scars and callouses from fighting, could bring out something so heavenly from you. Maybe it was the fact that his hands hand been used to defend and protect so unabashedly that made them capable of showing an equal amount of devotion.

Steve’s body tilted towards you closer, you could feel his cock through his pants on your side. “I wish it was your cock inside me so bad,” you whined, as he suddenly dropped the vibrator and replaced it with his hand, practically fisting you. Your focus stayed on the continuous pounding of his hand that matched the throbbing of the vibrator and thensome for as long as you could. You never wanted it to stop, and Steve almost made you feel like it was never going to. Your one hand gripped the sheet underneath, while the other wrestled to reach for Steve’s arm as your head bowed backwards, as your body finally let go, and you released a high pitched squeal. Steve slowly lowered your head back against the bed, kissing away some of the tears that had freed themselves from the corner of your eyes and down your cheeks, as everything in you crossed the finishing line. You could of sworn you heard him mumble ‘good girl’ before asking if you were all right, making you nod in response as your hands reached up to run through his hair and wrap around his arms.

You laid there for several moments, letting him hold you, caress you, plant kisses everywhere. You didn’t know if this was the end of your recording. You weren’t sure if you had another round in you. You weren’t sure if two times would be enough to follow with what you had on your stream already. You just wanted to rest with Steve, as much as it seemed like he just wanted to rest alongside you. He brought his hand up long enough for you to see him run it along his lips, coating his palm in his spit before dipping it inside you. You guessed he wasn’t done with you just yet as his hand splayed itself against your core– his middle finger found its home deep inside you while the rest of his palm rested on your inner and outer lips.

When his mouth started to trail down towards your collarbone, and towards your breasts, you helped him nuzzle your corset as low as it could, just letting your nipples peak out from the top, enough for him to paying attention to one, and then the other. His mouth grappled your breasts, back and forth, before he settled on one while his hands picked up the pace of strokes. It had been a long time before you felt an orgasm building from more focused attention on your delicate folds. But the ease with his hand swiping at you and the way his mouth enfolded around one of your nipples pushed your body to accept that he was building that eden in you again.

The slight slits in Steve’s palm seemed to ever so gently and rapidly rap against your opening, testing the limit if you could come against his motions. Gradually, your moans – the only sound in the room – was mixed with his own. One deep groan, one you’d never heard before surprised you, of ‘fuck it’ – signaled a swift change that took your breath away. Steve’s mouth left your breasts, his hand left your core, as he moved over you. Everything happened so fast – you helping Steve fling his shirt over your head and his pants down around his ass, a loud thud mixing with the pillow above your head getting roughly tossed to the side of the bed, and Steve filling you up with his cock. His arms snaked above you, as his weight practically pinned you to the bed. You reached down towards your ass and moved the flesh away to hold your thighs open for him more. In a matter of milliseconds, he was animalistically fucking away all of the tension that had been building up between the two of you. The mix of of his hands padding away sensitively at your core, and then every inch of you getting railed, was almost too much to bare. You actually surprised Steve lasted as long as he did before taking matters literally into his own hands. Both of your moans echoed in the room as his thrusts grew messier and faster as you hit another high, and he hit his first, feeling him empty his essence inside you. Once the pace of his thrust sfinally began to smooth over and stop altogether, you laid underneath him, your arms wrapped underneath his above your head.

“That was….” Steve began to say before, his words tapered off. All you could do was nod. His hand started to nuzzle the side of your neck, the coarseness of his beard brushing against your face as your lolled your head to the side.

“….only the beginning,” you finished his sentence before his head whipped up and in the direction yours was facing. Your phone had been knocked to the ground along with the tripod, lying next to the pillow Steve had tossed around aside. The realization drew a laugh from both of you. You were sure there was enough material you and Steve would be happy to post if you had to cut out the grand finale. There was no need for words or apologies, not being entirely sure if the phone had been damaged from the fall...the only thing you could do was reconsider what you could plan for take two.

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[holylulusworld]

Molded to perfection – Kinktober 7

Summary: You want more than one night...you want to measure something big...

Rating: Explicit

Kinktober Special: big dick kink

Square 12 filled for @anyfandomkinkbingo​​: Sex Toys 

Square N2 filled for @mcukinkbingo​: One night stand 

Square 14 filled for @anyfandomgoesbingo​: Vibrating Dildo

Pairing: Nomad!Steve Rogers x SexToyDesigner!Reader

Warnings: language, cocky reader, bad flirting skills, semi-public sex, smut, protected sex, dirty talk, a little rougness, talk about sex toys

Words: 1,5 k

Kinktober 2022

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“What’s a pretty dame like you doing in a shady place like this?” 

Usually, you would roll your eyes at the lamest pickup line and tell every guy using it on you to get lost. Or fuck himself. Depends on your mood.

But the guy stepping toward you, two drinks in his hands, is drop-dead gorgeous. 

He’s at least six feet tall, if not taller. His dark blond hair has the perfect length to get pulled and we don’t want to talk about his thick beard.

“I was looking for a pretty gentleman to buy me a drink,” oddly his cheeks turn pink at your words. He looks like the wet dream of every lonely and taken woman but acts like he never had a date before. “I think I found him.”

“My pleasure,” he places one drink in front of you. “I got you the one you ordered. Uh-vodka soda, and a cherry.”

“My, aren’t you the perfect gentleman,” you look him up and down, licking your lips. Your gaze drops to his crotch, and you can’t fight the urge to measure his dick with your eyes. “6.5 inches or more.” You say more to yourself than the man trying to hit on you with bad pickup lines. 

“So, do you come here often, or is this the first time,” he tries. “It’s my first time in this bar. Is it a nice one?”

“Aw, you are so cute,” stepping closer to the tall but a little shy guy you size him up. “What do you want? Do you want a relationship, true love or simply fuck me into the next week?”

“I-uh…fuck,” his large hands run up and down his thighs and you know, there is no way in hell you will let this perfect dick slip through your fingers. “I don’t know, doll.”

“How about I tell you what I want?” you fist his leather jacket to bring him down to your eye level. His Adam's apple bobbles as he tries to keep his composure.

“I-“

“I want to take you home and let you fuck me hard, deep and good with that big dick in your pants,” he makes an odd noise as you cup his crotch to feel his cock. “Fuck, bigger than 6.5 inches. I knew it.”

“Doll, are you sure? You don’t even know my name,” you whimper as this beautiful man looks down at you with soft blue eyes. “I’m Steve or Steven.”

“I’ll call you anything you want me to, even daddy if you let me ride that dick,” Steve sucks in a breath. No woman ever was so cocky and forward when it came to sex. “Yes or no, Steve.”

“I’d like to destroy this pussy and make it my home,” his large hands grip your arms to bring you to his chest. “Do you want me to destroy you?” His eyes darken and you smirk as you just woke the beast behind his innocent eyes.

“Yes…”

You didn’t make it far. 

Steve guided you out of the back of the bar, chatting you up. He tried to act like a gentleman, but the moment the door slammed shut behind Steve, he was on you.

“Fuck, you are a bold little thing, doll,” he easily lifts you to hold you against the wall. “I need to fuck you right here and now.”

You didn’t even see his dick, but you already know this will be the best one-night stand of your life.

“Steve, someone could see,” you fake protest. “I hope your cock can keep up with your promises. I love me a big cock.”

“I know.”

He greedily claims your mouth as you wrap your arms and legs around his body.

“God, you feel so good against me.”

“I’ll feel even better inside of you,” he purrs against your lips, teeth nipping at your lower lip. “Do you want to feel my big cock inside your tight little cunt.

Holy fuck! Where has this man been all your life?

At the bar, he was this sweet and almost shy guy, and now he’s fumbling his pants open while easily holding you against the wall with one strong arm.

“Do you like these panties?” you don’t get the chance to answer his question. Steve simply rips the thin fabric off of your body to reveal your dripping sex to him. “Fuck, I’d like to eat this pussy first, but we’ve got time for that later. I need to get inside of you.”

“Damn right,” purring the words you wrap one arm around his neck while snaking your free hand into the pocket of your jacket to get a condom out. “Put this one, and get the monster inside of me.” 

Your eyes are glued to his erection, and you can’t help but groan as he places you back on your feet for a moment.

“Let me just-“ it’s Steve’s turn to groan as you gently start to stroke his huge cock. You whimper, knowing he’s the biggest and thickest you ever had. “Doll, let me do this.”

“No way you’ll touch your cock. It’s mine tonight,” you run your hand up and down his twitching length. “I love me a big cock.”

“You’ve got it, doll.”

Steve watches you unwrap the condom to carefully roll it over his length. If not for him being a stranger to you, you’d like to have him bare but you are not going to do more stupid things tonight.

Like fucking a stranger behind a bar.

“Damn right. This is mine.”

“Be aware,” you end up in his arms, squeaking as he presses you back against the wall, “I’ll break your cunt tonight.”

You release a shuddery breath and look him straight in the eyes. “Prove it.”

“Fucking brat,” he cups your face with one hand to claim your lips again. This time he’s a lot rougher and dominates the kiss. Tongue snaking with yours, he cups the back of your neck to keep you from breaking the kiss.

He wiggles his hips, poking your entrance with his bulbous head. “Fuck me, Stevie. Show me that sweet man from the bar can use his cock for more than show.”

“Do you have the slightest idea what I’m going to do to you?” he growls against your soft pillows.

He’s breathing hard against you. Lips nipping at yours as he, slower than expected, slides into you. 

You whimper. It’s a struggle to take all of him. “Big,” Steve needs to slowly slide in and out, easing you into taking more of his thick cock.

“I know, doll,” he kisses you a little softer to distract you from his hips snapping into yours. You clench tightly around his lenght. “You can take me.”

“Fuck,” you instinctively wrap one arm around his neck, and the other around his torso. “You’re…too big.”

“No, baby doll,” he presses soft kisses to your forehead. “You’re just a little too tight.” There is something sinister in his eyes as he slowly slides back out, only to push back in with full force, making you gasp. “Yeah, that’s a good girl. Taking me so well.”

All you can do is hold tight onto Steve and let him move his hips faster after every thrust.

He easily presses against your g-spot, pushing you toward the first orgasm of the night in no time.

“I gotta say,” you breathlessly say. “You know how to use that dick.”

He grins.

“I told you,” he grips your ass with his big hands to move you up and down his cock, “I’m going to destroy your pussy, doll. You should’ve never let me get a taste of you…” 

“What’s all of this?” Steve looks almost shocked as he looks around your office. “Dildos? Vibrators? Cock rings…uh…you’re not a prostitute right?”

You snort at his question. Now, the morning after your sex marathon, he looks like the shy and nervous man from the bar again.

“I’m a sex toy designer,” you slowly get up from the couch at your office, groaning as your thighs press together and add pressure to your overstimulated clit.

After your first round behind the bar, Steve drove you home in his car. You ended up tangled in each other the moment you entered your house and he wouldn’t give you a break for hours.

“Whoa,” Steve holds one of your favorite sex toys in his hands. “It’s vibrating. A vibrating cucumber. Interesting.”

“It’s a vibrating dildo,” you correct.

“You made all of these?” he cocks his head. 

“I designed them, yes.”

“Dildo designer…I see.”

“I turned two of my favorite things into my profession.”

“Two favorite things?” Steve asks as you snatch the toy out of his hands. 

“Drawing and big dicks.”

You smirk as his cheeks turn pink again. 

“Big dicks.”

“Yours is just perfect,” you throw the dildo onto the couch. “The perfect cock. I dreamed of molding such a cock for years. Please…let me mold yours. Maybe your balls too.”

Steve swallows thickly.

“Wait…what?” he looks at you, confused. “You want to mold my cock? Why? For what?”

Your hands creeps to his crotch to cup his balls.

“I want to make the perfect dildo, Steve. Big. Thick. Satisfying. Not every woman gets the chance to fuck your pretty cock. I want to give them the second best.”

“You want to mold my dick,” he repeats. “This will take time. Right?”

“A few days…or weeks…or months.”

You lie.

“Much time to kill,” his eyes drop toward your chest. “If I say yes, what will I get in return?”

“Anything you want…anything you want.”

Steve knows exactly what he wants.

…and it’s not a sex toy…

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[starstruckunknown-princess]

Sweet Pea - Steve Rogers x Reader

Sweet Pea (Lathyrus odoratus) - Meaning: Thank you for a lovely time, farewell

Summary: While on the run, Steve comes to reader for comfort. What starts as a series of one night stands turns into so much more.

Pairing: Nomad!Steve x Reader

Word Count: 955

Warnings: Allusions to smut, Steve leaving notes and being sweet, domestic fluff, dirty notes and drawings, the Blip, angst, Steve freaking out

Day 14 brings us some fluffy angst with our favorite Nomad!

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You kept the notes squirreled away in a small box in the back of your sock drawer. Steve always left one, using whatever scrap of paper was nearby. After the first few notes you’d taken to keeping post-its and a pen on your nightstand, which he used from then on to leave you his sweet farewells. 

The first few notes were stiff, formal, things like ‘Thank you for a lovely time, Sincerely Yours, Steve’ or ‘I truly appreciate you, Best, Steve’ like he was thanking you for picking up his dry cleaning rather than letting him fuck you into next week. 

At the beginning of your relationship, he’d only come by your safe house after dark and would leave almost right after you passed out. The more times he visited, the more comfortable he got and the longer he would linger. Sometimes you’d wake up in the wee hours with him spooning you, snoring adorably, but he’d always be gone by morning, a note left for you stuck to your coffee maker, a full pot already made. 

He was sweet like that. 

‘Thanks for last night. You’re incredible. <3 Steve’

‘I’ll miss you, but I won’t be gone long. <3 Steve’

‘See you soon, beautiful. <3 Steve’ 

The little doodled heart next to his name made your heart stutter. 

His visits became more frequent, from once every few months to once a month to every other week or so. More often than not, you woke up next to him. The first time that happened you’d shaken him awake, afraid he was late to something or needed to go. He’d smiled his classically handsome smile and simply folded you back into his arms. 

“Go back to sleep, sweetheart,” he said, voice still thick with sleep. “I don’t have to be anywhere for a while yet.” 

A while yet turned out to be two full days with Steve. At first, you weren’t sure about his presence in your house, thinking he’d be bored out of his mind, but he found some home projects you’d been neglecting and did as much as he could in the time he had. The domesticity of it all was a new kind of intimacy that neither of you were familiar with, so there were some awkward moments trying to figure out each other's routines and particularities. But once that initial adjustment period was over, everything felt…natural.

You feared this would be the end of his sweet little notes, but instead of the end the notes started popping up everywhere. Sometimes it was a flirtatious note, sometimes a quick drawing of something silly or pornographic or a reference to something he now understood thanks to your pop culture tutelage. 

‘I love your tits in that top ;)’

‘Meet me upstairs when you’re done in the garden’

‘I definitely didn't use the last of the milk, it was a ghost. Who ya gonna call?’ 

The drawing he did of you pegging a suspiciously Steve-shaped Deadpool was probably your favorite. That one got taped to the fridge. 

While he was on the run, you were more than happy to provide him a safe place. His touchstone when he needed a reminder that he was still a human being. A place where he could fully shed the fugitive mantle and act like a normal person. 

He gets the call from Nat while he’s rehanging drywall in your upstairs bathroom. They needed him to get to Edinburgh, some weird readings were coming through whatever scanners she had. You were at the grocery store, so he grabbed the post-its from his side of the bed and wrote a note. 

‘Got a call from Nat, gotta go save the world again <3 Love you, Steve’

He stuck it where he’d be sure you’d find it, on the fridge, next to the naughty drawing that you loved, and made sure to lock the door when he left. 

A few days later, the truck he’d commandeered screeched to a halt in your driveway. His heart pounded in his chest as he thudded up the porch steps and threw his shoulder into your front door, busting it open — he’d fix it later, he had to know. 

He called your name and ran from room to room, searching for you desperately. Half the world was gone, and he couldn’t waste another second without knowing if you were one of them. 

He’d already lost Bucky. He couldn’t lose you too. 

Up in your bedroom he found his answer. On the bed, spread all over his side of it, were all the notes he’d written you. On your side, nothing but a hint of dust. His legs went numb, but they managed to bring him to the end of the bed before he collapsed, gripping the duvet and some of his wayward notes. 

Steve couldn’t hold back anymore, so he let the tears fall pitifully — first Bucky, then Wanda, Sam, T’Challa, so, so many others. And now, you were gone too. The one person who could have possibly helped him hold together what was left, had already done that once before after his schism with Stark. He’d come to you shattered and slowly, carefully, you’d glued him back together. 

“Steve?” your quiet voice asked. At first, he didn’t move, convinced he was hearing things until he felt your small hand on his shoulder. 

He turned, your name falling from his lips like a sacred prayer before he wrapped his arms around your waist, burying his wet face in your stomach. More tears fell, but these were from relief. 

“You’re alive,” he chanted, voice muffled by your tummy. You shushed him gently, running your fingers through his hair. 

“I’m here, Steve,” you promised, “I’ll always be here.”

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[georgiapeach30513]

Captain Soldier, Part 7

Summary:  You just need Steve to comfort you

Parings:  Steve Rogers X Reader

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, praise kink, size kink, unprotected sex, PIV sex, degradation, breeding kink, mentions of a gang bang, implied cockwarming, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  2.1K

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“Fine,” you deadpan, looking amongst the Boys, Ben, Bucky, and Steve.  This was the best plan that they could come up with, and it was stupid.  So stupid, but in the words of Steve and Soldier Boy Ben, this was the best way to keep you safe.  It didn’t matter.  None of it actually mattered anymore.  “Just use me, and a fake pregnancy as bait.”

“Are we for sure I didn’t fuck a baby in you?  I mean, Princess, you were screaming on my cock, and had my cum leaking out of you for days.  Super soldier sperm has got to be pretty potent,” Ben smiles at you.  His face said different things than his words.  There was a sweetness to his face, but was it because you wanted there to be?  Were you struggling that hard to believe that the soldier you had fallen for was in fact a prick?  

Could you even handle that degrading talk?  I mean…you could, you just needed him to realize that he would need to respect you in front of people.  His words made you weak, and whine his name.  But he needed to understand there was a time and place that he was allowed to talk to you like that.

You know you are being dramatic, but you needed a breather.  Everything seemed to be happening so fast, and you couldn’t keep up.  Steve was here, and you wanted a moment alone with him.  He was right there, and you were needy for him.  He came back looking even more attractive than when he left.  He had no right to come back with a filthy super suit, and arms that looked like they could choke the life out of you, and then hold gently as you come down from your high.  

You take a staggering breath, and stand to leave the group.  Bucky was being ridiculously sweet, but you couldn’t handle petting someone right now.  Ben was ready to devour you, but you didn’t need something that hard.  Was that why this odd pairing would work?  Were you that needy that you could have a group of men that would give you the type of sex you needed at that moment.  

“Fine, decide my fate for me,” you proclaim, leaving the group and going into a room by yourself.  You knew it wouldn’t be long.  Steve was extremely intuitive of your needs.  

Soldier Boy moves to stand right along with you, but Bucky shoves him back down on the chair, “What the fuck?”

“Stay here,” he growls at the man, while Steve slowly walks after you.  

“No, now…I’m the one that’s been fucking her, she needs me.”

“She doesn’t need to be fucked right now.  She needs a moment to be praised and worshiped,” Butcher looks between the two of the super soldiers, opening his mouth, before placing a finger over his nose in thought.

“This brood got a golden cunt or something?  She’s got all three of you geezers eating out of the palm of her hand like some fucking sex goddess.  Her stamina must be one that needs to be studied.”

“She gets off on overstimulating pleasure,” Soldier Boy shrugs his shoulders.  “And yes, it’s the sweetest fucking pussy I’ve ever tasted.  God, I want all her fuckign whore holes filled with super soldier cock.  She gets so fucking needy.  That hungry little cunt…mmm, yeah, juiciest peach I ever tasted.”

“Could you…keep that talk in the bedroom,” Bucky demands, glaring at him.  And when Soldier Boy stands to walk where you were, Bucky puts his cybernetic hand around his throat.  “At ease, Soldier.  I told you to let them be.”

“You going to let him fuck our girl without us?”

“You see, if you want this to work, you’ve got to realize she can’t have us at all times.  Steve is tending to her needs.  He is who she needs right now.  You are overwhelming her, and…she’s not in the right mind frame for me.”

“You blokes are a bunch of crazy ass mother fuckers.  Sharing a fucking cunt like that?” When Soldier Boy and Bucky turn and look towards Butcher, he throws his hands up in surrender.  “My apologies.  Share the twat all you want.  Leave your squabbles out of the group.  Turn on a TV or something.  I have a feeling we’re going to be hearing from them.”

Steve walks into the makeshift bedroom, finding you playing with your hair, and staring out into space.  His only goal now was to keep you safe.  Something he should have done two years ago.  He never should have left you.  You were feeling guilty for being with someone else, and he wasn’t even mad.  “Princess?”

“I don’t wanna talk Steve,” you look up at him through your lashes.  Your pupils were a dark sea of lust.  Biting at your lip, you look over the thick body of the new Steve.  He was sexier now than when he left.  His ruggedness turned you on more than you care to admit.  Looking at his solid suit, you remember the times he made you ride his thigh before missions.  Leaving your slick coated on the material.  

“Princess, you need…”

“I need to feel you.  Make me remember how much you love me,” standing up, your fingers expertly start removing his suit.  It wasn’t something you hadn’t done before.  And when his broad chest springs free, you marvel at the beauty of this man. Kissing up his pillowy pecs, while gazing up at him.  Your hand lays gently over his heart, and you sigh at the feeling of his steady rhythm.  

“I need you, Steve,” he clears his throat, and you give him a wicked smile, “I need you, daddy,” grabbing at your legs, Steve has you laid out on the bed quickly.  His hands desperately pulling off your clothes, sighing when he sees the wet flesh in between your legs.  “Did you wait on me?” You give him your innocently little pout, and he nods his head.

You wanted to be sad that you weren’t faithful, “No one will ever compare to you, my beautiful sweet Princess,” pulling down his pants, his cock springs free, and you whimper at the sight of beads of precum at his tip.  “Are you sure that IUD is still in there?”

“It better fucking be,” Steve chuckles, crawling over top of you.  His cock was warm and heavy on your thigh, and he lines it up.  You didn’t want to wait.  “Steve, just…” in one thrust he has his cock planted balls deep in your cunt.  Hitching his hips, he pulls himself out, and only the tip remains.  Your pussy attempts to suck him back in while you whine up at him.  “Daddy!  Please, daddy, I need it.”

“I know you do,” Steve pets around your face gently, but he stabs himself back into you with a harsh force.  You let out a desperate moan, and cling to his arms.  “You take me so well.  Love to be full of me.  Remember the first time?  I had to basically make it fit.  You had these pretty little tears coasting down your face, but you let my fat cock stretch you out wide.  This pussy was made for me, huh?”

“Yeah!  Daddy, go harder!” His hips piston in you, and you can feel yourself melting.  Becoming completely pliant for his motions.  Fingernails dig into his thick arms when he starts pounding you into the bed.  You were always his cockslut.  So easily folded at the power of Steve Rogers.  

Steve looks down at where the two of you connect, watching your cunt swallow him balls deep, and the severe stretch.  It was like he was turning you inside out.  You walls were clinging to him.  Your pussy was a sight to behold.  It didn’t matter how big, she took it.  Didn’t matter if you whined, Steve would make it fit.  

Spreading out your thighs he pushes them against the bed, and pounds even harder.  Your neglected clit was begging for attention, but your pussy was still quivering around him.  His cock coated in your cream, and you were already zoning out.  It was so easy to fuck you dumb.  Get you out of your head, so you could actually rest.  

“Look at this greedy little cunt.  She’s already came twice, and she’s begging for more.  Doesn’t even want to let me go.  Sucking me back in every fucking time.  She’s such a good girl, just like you.  There, there, Princess. Let daddy Steve take care of you.  Take care of everything.”

There was not much more that Steve loved than to watch your body bounce around with his motions.  Your tits rippling with every stab into you.  Your head starts to drift to the side, and you bite at your lip.  You had him in a vice grip.  Clenching around his length so hard.  Screaming out his name as your eyes roll in the back of his head.  It hadn’t quite been long enough, but Steve couldn’t take it.  Couldn’t handle the pulsing of your walls around him as you try to milk him dry.

He spurts deep into you core, but keeps fucking you.  Watching as he pulls out of your cunt, only for it to be shoved back in.  Making grabby hands up at him, but he couldn’t stop.  Couldn’t stop staring at how well your cunt still squeezed him so tight.  How you accommodated every girthy inch of his thick cock.  

Pulling his cock out of you, a bit more cum pushes out of his tip, and he shoves it back in.  “Leaving none to waste, my darling.  There, there,” his thick hand soothingly rubs over your face.  “Daddy is gonna take good care of you.  Come here,” sitting on the bed, he pulls you over into his lap, cradling you in his arms.

“Daddy, I feel empty.”

“I know, sweet girl,” still holding you tight against his chest, his pushes three fingers into your waiting and ruined cunt, and you moan at the feeling.  “You want Bucky to come and lick you clean like the good pup he is?  Or you just want me right now?”

“Just you,” you pout up at him, and Steve leans over to kiss you on your forehead.  “You think we can stop Homelander?”

“I think you need sleep.  Let’s not worry about him right now.  Can you not cockwarm Bucky while you sleep?  That way you can wake up to him thrusting into you like a needy little pup?” Whimpering up at him, you nod your head.  “Okay, get some sleep.  Once you have those sweet little dreams, we’ll let Bucky’s cock keep you filled okay?”

“Okay.  I love you,” your eyes misty, shine up at him, and he leans to kiss from your forehead down to your pouty mouth, whispering just how much he loves you.

“We’re going to keep you safe, and then we’ll see if you can really handle super soldier cock.  I know you can.  You’re such a good girl who always takes what she’s given.  But get some sleep.  You’re going to be very busy, Princess,” his fingers wiggle around in your cunt a moment.  Digging around, until he finds what he was looking for, “It’s still there.  We’ll have some fun before we take it out.  I would love to see you bred like a little bitch dog.  Have that swollen cunt ready to take all our cocks.  We just fuck you full of cum, and may the best man win.  Have you so big and round with one of our babies.  Don’t you want that?” You give him a head nod as you slowly drift to sleep.  

Steve’s fingers were right on the strings.  It wouldn’t take much to pull that contraption out of you.  But the idea of enjoying all your holes filled, and you just a pile of mush on the bed while they used you like their little sex doll made him leave it in you.  What the others would do with it, wasn’t his concern, but fuck the visions he had of your makeup destroyed while you look back at them destroying your holes.  You could take it.  Or at least, they wouldn’t stop until they had you stretched over all of them.  Stuffed full and ready to breed.  

Taking his fingers out of your ruined hole, he moves them to your mouth, where you suckle on them like a little baby.  His thick cum spilling out over your mouth, you seriously were the perfectly needy sex baby.  Desperate and hungry for cock.  Thick and veiny super soldier cock, and they were all happy to oblige.  Happy to give you whatever it was you needed.  And right now, you need to keep Bucky warm.  You always slept better when you had a cock inside of you.  You needed sleep.  Needed peace.

“Buck!” He smiles, laying you on the bed.  It was a shame he didn’t get to see you choking Bucky while you fucked him.  But in time.  All in good time.  And it would be worth the wait.

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[sleepisaturn]

the beard needs to go

PAIRING—steve rogers x gf!reader

SUMMARY—You badly want to be the one who shaves Steve's beard off

WARNINGS—pure fluff, allusions to sexy times but no actual smut, the plot is mostly about Steve's beard lol

A/N—random but this was inspired by that scene of Me Before You where Will let's Lou shave his beard, also that movie will never not break me , pure heartbreak! 😭😭

In the bathroom, infront of the mirror as the morning sun rose, the couple found themselves in a very difficult situation, well you found it difficult.

" do we have to? "

" we have to ... "

" but I love your beard! and it's great in the bedroom! " You whined while cupping his face, his beard slightly tickling the palm of your hands. You sat on the counter, back against the mirror as Steve's hands rested on your hips.

" so you just love it because it makes the sex good? " Steve asked with a laugh, teasingly while tilting his head on the side.

" of course not, I love it because it makes you and the sex hotter " You reply with enthusiasm and a teasing grin in return as Steve chuckles back.

" glad to know, but unfortunately it has to go, so say goodbye because I'm shaving it tonight baby " He said with fake sadness in his tone as he sighs while cupping your face and giving your soft lips a long kiss.

" nooo! at least let me shave it "

" absolutely not "

" oh come on! please babe?? " you beg lightly while doing puppy dog eyes paired with your cute lips pouting hoping to persuade the super soldier.

" yeah that's not working " He exits the bathroom leaving you pouting as you sit on the counter top.

" bring me coffee! " You shout as you hear the bedroom door close. Steve's always the one who makes breakfast and your favorite coffee will always be the one made by him.

The rest of the day goes on with you trying your best to persuade Steve to let you shave his beard. Even as the two of you drank the morning coffee you still annoyed him with the question of let me shave off your beard?

The couple chose to go to a mall, having a mall date for the rest of the afternoon. You bought some clothes for both Steve and yourself even if he insisted he didn't need any more clothes. You even bought a couple pairs of lingerie that you knew he would enjoy, secretly that is for the surprise effect. Steve bought a couple of art supplies, hoping to start painting more for the rest of his technically retirement days.

You and Steve chose to eat at a pizza shop that wasn't too busy, a big plate of cheesy pizza paired with two glasses of cold cola.

" my beard so long I have to pick food out of it "

" I could pick the food out of it for you! "

" you're joking "

" I'm totally joking " You say with a laugh as you continue taking a bite out of your cheesy pizza slice.

Steve was washing the dishes after dinner, the plain white tee he wore getting splashed a bit by the water. He turned off the faucet as he had done half of the dirty dishes.

" Oh Steve~ " You say in a sing-song tune as you untie your robe in which you had nothing underneath catching the blonde Captain who was washing the dishes off-guard, the dirty dishes now abandoned.

He quickly captures your lips with a deep moan as you giggle, almost stumbling back with the impact of his large body. His large hands immediately held on tightly to your waist, lifting you up with no effort as he leads the two of you to the bedroom.

As you calm your breath after the great countless orgams, you rest your head on his bare chest with a smile while your hands wrap around his torso and his arms wrap automatically around your shoulders. The two of you smile with bliss as the two of you even out your breathings, still a bit red and sweaty from the tiring activity.

" You did that to convince me to let you shave my beard didn't you? " Steve says after a couple minutes with a little laugh at the end. He gripped your form tighter as his head rested on top of yours.

" would you let me shave it now? " Of course it wasn't about that but your eyes are still filled with hope as you ask him about shaving his beard. You were sad he wants it gone but you should be atleast the one to get rid of it.

" fine, I'll let you "

" I love you "

" I love you too " He replies kissing you back as you smile with his lips attached to yours.

The two were back to the position they were the previous morning after getting dressed, not the one they did on the bed much to Steve's dismay but he did find it cute how much you wanted to be the one to shave his beard and so he caved. It gave him a big domestic feeling as he looked down on your hands that were applying shaving cream.

" you're really going to do it? " Steve asked but saying it as more of a fact as you were done applying the shaving cream on half his face.

" I—I'm really gonna do this " you say nervously as you get rid of the brush you used to apply the cream for his beard. You giggle with nervousness as you slowly inch the razor closer to his face.

" just don't shave my eyebrows off, baby "

" trust the professional Rogers "

" I'm serious, don't " he said sternly but with an obvious hint of playfulness as he points a finger at you in which you point elsewhere going back to focusing on the task at hand.

He closed his eyes, his brows furrowed slightly but relaxing a second later. He trusts you with his life, completely but maybe not much on shaving his beard.

You smile in victory as you successfully shaved a part of his beard in one stroke, a bit of a stubble left behind as his beard was quite thick. Steve opened his eyes a couple times, seeing you so concentrated that the tip of your tongue stuck out made him smile in which you grumble that his smile made you distracted.

Many trips of the razor to the bowl of water, you completely shaved off the two years worth of beard that Steve grew out. You grin widely with your success, putting down the razor on the counter as you made Steve open his eyes.

" please tell me you didn't shave my eyebrows off " He asked teasingly, looking at you before looking at himself in the mirror. Traces of shaving cream left that he carefully wiped away using a clean cloth.

" nice job, doll " He said with a big smile that could reach his ocean blue eyes and continued with a quick peck to your lips. You smile after the quick kiss as you rest your head on his shoulder. Your hands are sneaking on both his sides, clasping your hands together to give him one big hug.

" I told you baby, a professional "

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[justalonelyslytherin]

Happy Father's Day - Nomad!Steve Rogers

Pairing: Nomad!Steve Rogers x female Reader

Warnings: fluff, a tiny little bit sad/angsty, he is a fugitive - having a kid as a wanted criminal isn't the easiest thing and not the best decision, reader knows that and is concerned and stressed out bcs of it

Wordcount: 1.117

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A/N: This is part of a 4 series and is a request from the amazing @nana1000night for my 200 Follower Celebration.

The divider is from the talented @firefly-graphics

Steve and Sam were out together on a supply run. Standing in a supermarket, wearing their disguises. It was the middle of the week,  between late morning and early noon, yet there was a surprising amount of commotion.

“What’s going on?” Steve wondered a frown etched on his face as he felt surrounded by celebratory items. His cap was pulled down deep into his face, sunglasses obscuring his blue eyes, and the thick beard softened the edges of his jaw. Sam stepped up to him and pointed toward a big display.

“It’s Father’s Day,” he told him. Steve eyed the display with all kinds of cards and other junk advertised for the day. His heart painfully restricted, a heavy sigh sat in his chest. He felt a strange kind of longing in him. One he couldn’t help but feel whenever the topic of children and fatherhood was brought up. 

A house, a wife, and kids. That’s all he ever wanted. The idea of it never felt so far away as it did now. He was a fugitive, a criminal. Hunted down by too many governments for the most stupid reason. Even with his dream so far away, he couldn’t help but desperately want it, crave it, to wish for a chance to get to experience it. It was especially cruel and taunting because one part of the equation he already had. Her. He had found his other half. The one he would want to settle down with, the potential mother to any child he would ever want to have.  Thinking about it made him even sadder. It made it hurt even more to think about what he wanted desperately with her but wouldn’t get because the universe would never grant him his wishes.

Sam motioned for him to go. They were already there for too long and needed to finish this up, and get back to base. Shortly after they were back in the small hideout, stowing away their goods. Natasha was watching them - watching him - from the small kitchen table. The blatant staring ticked him off.

“What?” he barked, more annoyed than he liked to be at that moment.

“Just go to her. Go see her,” she told him. Steve froze. He was deep in thought before he shook his head. They were in the area and he wanted to go meet her, but he had only been there a couple of weeks ago. It was already a risk for them to come back to a base multiple times. Doing so in such short repeats was even riskier. He couldn’t pull her into the risk.

“Steve, just go.”

And so he found himself in front of her door. He hesitated just a moment longer, contemplating turning around before he knocked. It didn’t take long for her to open, but it was longer than usual. Upon opening the door she looked sluggish and exhausted. He was concerned immediately, quietly entering before he put a hand on her cheek. 

“Hi,” she smiled at him, tired. He took her in, noticing how pale and sickly she looked.

“Are you sick?” She shook her at first, biting her lip before she hesitantly nodded. Steve clicked his tongue, taking her into his arms and pressing a kiss to her crown.

“There anything I can do to help you feel better?” He asked her softly, simply holding her in his arms. She drew in a shaky breath, shaking her head this time. It made him frown as she pulled back and turned around. She flitted through the hallway, busying her hands in a way she only ever did when she was nervous or stressed. Sensing that something was off, he stalked after her.

Her bursting into tears wasn’t something he anticipated. 

“Steve I’m so sorry,” she sobbed and he had no clue what was going on.

“Baby, no, come here,” he cooed softly, making grabby hands for her. Yet she kept escaping his every attempt to draw her back into his embrace. They flitted around her kitchen island in a game of mouse and cat. 

“What’s going on?”

“I’m so sorry,” she repeated as her sobs continued. She was working herself up into a frenzy, he could tell, “I ruined everything.” Steve still couldn’t understand anything and kept shaking his head.

“Nonsense. You didn’t, you could never. Baby, come here and let me hold you, let me calm you down, and then you can tell me what’s going on, yeah?” He was pleading with her, the table between them making him antsy and fidgety.

Still, she refused, instead of coming to him, she fumbled with a drawer, grabbing something from within.

His heart nearly stopped beating as he recognized the small picture in her hands. Square and black and white. He had gotten familiarized enough with modern times to know what it was. The ultrasound picture lay between them on the table. Steve kept staring at it blanky, his heart beating rapidly, every sound drowned out by the rush of his blood. As he looked up at her, she looked heartbroken. Truly and utterly distressed. 

“Oh baby,” he mumbled softly, “C’mhere.”

Finally, he was able to draw her back into his embrace, strong arms around her still shaking form, one hand buried in her hair. 

“This is good,” he told her. He didn’t know how they would do it, how he would keep them safe, but they could do it. Even if he wouldn’t be able to return to her. That’s exactly what was going to happen. Everything in him was breaking as the realization settled in. He would miss everything important. There was no way he could be by her side or visit regularly without putting them at risk. 

“We’ll do it. We’ll manage,” he told her, even as his heart broke into a thousand pieces. She continued to sniffle as she leaned her head against his chest. 

They stood there for some time, quiet and basking in the other’s comfort until his phone started to ring. The tone blared through their emotional moment, ripping them straight apart. Steve was frowning again, looking at the unknown number. It was a burner phone he had. Both Sam and Nat he had saved and none else besides them knew of this number. Nonetheless, he picked up, a feeling deep down telling him he needed to.

“Hey, Capsicle. Long time not heard. Happy Father’s Day. Just wanted to give my congratulations and tell you that everything is handled. They won’t find you there. Go have your chance at luck.”

Steve was the one getting choked up now. He would have never guessed to hear Tony’s voice again. No less as a friend and ally, granting him a chance to live out his biggest wish. Steve put the phone down beside the sonogram and pulled her back against his chest. Hiding his face in her hair, his shoulders shook now. 

Turns out it wasn’t the universe that would grant him his biggest wish but his trusted friends and the love of his life.

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[spidey-webz]

nomad!steve coming back to his hotel room to see you already naked on his bed and waiting for him

totally not inspired by 505 by arctic monkeys

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[gxrlcinema]

dear maria, count me in | 🖋

Steve + “you always push people away. i just thought you’d never do it to me”

A/n: This can be read as a prequel to this drabble if you're so inclined

Warning: mentions of somewhat graphic violence

killer

Steve finds you on the balcony of the room T’Challa always puts the gang up in on visits like this. You’re straddling one of the bars of the railing, legs dangling out over Birini Zana, your hands at your side. You’d been in the same position the last time he checked in on you three hours ago. 

“I brought you some dinner,” he says, holding out the plate he brought. 

You don’t say anything, don’t even move. Steve’s heart clenches painfully in his chest. He makes his way across the balcony to your side, carefully moving to sit at your side, the plate between you.

“I don’t really know what it is but it’s really good.”

You nod, so minute even Steve’s enhanced eyesight could miss it. You don’t move to face him or to take the food. Steve’s fingers twitch uselessly at his side. He runs a hand through his hair to hide it. His chest aches. 

“C’mon, sweetheart. Talk to me.”

He watches the line of your neck bob, your red-rimmed eyes staring off, a thousand yards away from him. When you do finally say something, your voice is barely there.

“Do you still want me?”

Steve’s muscles tense at the question, almost a flinch. He sighs like Atlas.

“I love you,” he says. 

You nod. Steve watches the tension build in the line of your back. 

“Are you kicking me off the team?”

His eyes widen. “Christ, Y/n. Do you really think I’d abandon you after you went rogue for me?” He studies your profile and, finding you to be quite serious, he adds, “I still want you on my team.”

“Just not in your bed,” you say, like it’s a fact. “Not anymore.”

Steve’s jaw clicks. His hands curl into fists in his lap.

“What do you want me to say, Y/n? That watching you slice a man’s neck open today doesn’t change anything between us?”

His gut rolls at the memory, the victorious smile on your face, the dark blood staining your hands. 

Your eyes flick over to his face, only for a moment. They’re back on the skyline before Steve can figure out what you saw there.

“He had a gun trained on you.”

“He-” Steve cuts himself off, realizing that his voice has gotten far too loud. He takes a steadying breath, training his focus back on what he came here for: you. “Please eat something?”

You don’t move again. Silence lingers.

“I told Natasha this would happen,” you sound like you’re talking about the weather. “She said I could learn but I knew I would never be like you, not when it counted.”

Steve’s voice goes hard. “Don’t do that. Don’t act like I’m too lily-livered to understand what needs to be done when it’s life or death, or that I’d ever judge you for it.”

Steve’s breathing is heavy. You turn your head slowly towards him, a brow aloft. There is nothing behind your eyes. “Are you not?”

Steve is suddenly filled with the uncharacteristic urge to throttle you. His hands tear through his hair, nostrils flaring. 

“I am not judging you,” he lies. You don’t dignify that with a response. Steve huffs, shakes his head. 

“You always do this, you always push people away, Y/n!” He pulls both hands up to run them through his long hair, huffing. You don’t move. Steve sighs like Atlas again, shaking his head.

“I just thought you’d never do it to me.” 

He pushes himself up from the floor of the balcony, squeezing every emotion he has between his shoulder blades as he stalks over to the door. He’s almost back inside when he turns over his shoulder.

“Please, sweetheart, eat the food.”

You don’t move. He sighs again, stepping inside and pushing the glass door to the balcony shut.

You wait until you’re sure Steve’s out of earshot before you bring your palms up against your mouth to muffle the sobs that start to break through. You don’t wait long enough. 

Steve sits on the other side of the bedroom door, using his super hearing to listen to the muffled sobs you’re trying so hard to hide from him. He buries his face in his hands and cries too.

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[sagidaviswrites]

A Little Selfish

Pairing: Nomad!Steve x Female! Reader

Summary: You and Steve have been close for as long as you could remember, sticking beside one another, no matter the circumstances. But one day, while on the run from the government, Steve catches your mind wandering during an important mission, that causes potential dangers, which doesn’t make him very happy. After a night of arguing, you both learn certain truths that were going to reveal themselves one way or another. 

Genre: Smutty, Smutty, Smutty, a lil fluff at the end

Warning: Smut (NSFW) - 18+ only please - unprotected sex, oral sex - female receiving, vaginal sex, bearded Steve 

A/N: I think we’ve all got the memo of how much I’m obsessed with arguments and make-up sex afterwards. It was a pretty good plot for Stephen Strange, so why not Nomad Steve Rogers? I’ve had this one-shot idea for about a few weeks now and after dealing with a frustrating case of writer’s block, I’m actually very, very proud of this one. Apologies if it’s fairly long, but I hope you guys enjoy it as much as I do and please, please, please leave a comment or reblog! Love you guys <3

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Red imprints dug inside his calloused palms from gripping the steering wheel too hard, Steve’s blue eyes taking long moments to openly stare daggers at you in the backseat through the old, lopsided rearview mirror, before glancing at the deserted road ahead.

The usual sarcastic and humorous side of you took the liberty in staying discreet for the past few weeks, quietness and severe deep-thinking taking it's place fairly quickly.

Who could blame you though? A year of dodging the World Government left and right, bouncing from motel to motel, and a diet only consisting of TV dinners and vending machine snacks would do that to most people. You rested your forehead against the cool window, watching as raindrops against the glass slowly dissolved with the cool wind, avoiding his gaze.

You knew the man was upset with you; you could practically feel the anger radiating off of him as you sat behind the driver's seat.

Due to your recent distractions and mind-wandering, you could have blown the mission that had the possibility of getting you and your teammates killed or worse, ruined a year's worth of careful concealment.

It's not like you weren't apologetic... you were just exhausted.

But the former U.S. Army soldier didn't see it that way. For him, it was always a sense of never stop moving and doing what he strongly felt was right. The man was known for being independent and taking initiative, which was two of the most favorite things about him that you both respected and loved.

You just wished that he would take a moment to at least try to cut you, of all people, some slack.

You flickered your eyes quickly up toward the same mirror, praying that he was too busy paying attention on the road, and not at you. Luckily he was, eyes intently staring forward, his unshaven jaw tightly clenched in aggravation as Nat was giving him directions from the passenger seat.

But then again, you and Steve had always had a weird relationship. Of course, you didn't want to call it that, because in reality, it wasn't. It just left you confused most of the time. The two of you were beyond close, the start of the friendship dating back to when he first joined the Avengers after being plunged into the ice. You enjoyed his good sense of morality and how he was never afraid to be honest, while he loved your witty quips, along with your ability to see right through him.

Your relationship had consisted of the good things, from going on missions together and mending his wounds afterwards in your apartment bathroom, to falling asleep with one another on the couch, during the weekends, enjoying the day off from superhero duties. It also consisted of the not-so-good things, like when you hadn't shown up to work for two days straight, worrying the fuck out of him to the point where you woke up to the sound of pounding at your front door in the middle of the night and him calling out your full name, similar to what parents did when you were younger every time you got in trouble. What he thought would be a night of him playfully lecturing you for not showing up and disregarding the responsibilities of being a hero turned out to be him holding you in his arms instead, as you cried about the death of your father, which had happened the previous day.

And yet, throughout these entire years of your friendship, you two had never even kissed. Much to your dismay.

There was no way you could spend almost every day with a man, who has seen you at your absolute worst and has allowed himself to become your safe haven, without having some sort of budding feelings for him. 

You just didn’t like the thought of being rejected by him. 

So, you’ve never said anything pertaining to romance and neither did he. 

The car continuing to bump along the quiet street, you were so deep in your thoughts that you didn’t notice Sam’s hand tightly gripping your knee, drawing you back to reality. 

“You good?” He asked in a low voice, most likely so that Steve wouldn’t hear him in the quiet vehicle. 

Too bad the man had enhanced senses. 

You simply gave him a tight smile, leaning your head against the seat. “Yea.”

“He’s just frustrated. Try not to take it so personal, alright?” 

His hand gave your leg a slight pat, before he shifted comfortably back into his spot, closing his eyes. 

Sam had a habit of being the one to do damage control when there were any kind of disruptions within the group, which it didn’t happen often, but it was good to have someone diffuse the situation when needed.

That’s why you knew his heart was always in the right place. 

Except for the fact that it did feel personal.

Especially with the painful lecture that was awaiting you.

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Steve veered the stolen vehicle in front of the cheap motel, putting the station wagon in park and turning the engine off. Relief rushed inside your body like a waterfall, eager to escape the moving hellhole that was suffocating you the whole way here. Not to mention, Steve’s incessant stares were growing irritating by the second. 

Quickly slipping out of your seatbelt, you started to get out of the car with the others, your door accidentally making contact with Steve’s hard chest, due to his stupid attempt at trying to open it for you. He didn’t say anything, just held a hard gaze on you as you stepped out, ignoring him completely. 

Ironic how even in the midst of a growing argument, it didn’t stop him from being a gentleman towards you. 

After duffel bags were grabbed and divided from the trunk, Steve locked up, the four of you headed to the lit-up lobby before the rain had a chance to pick up. Walking up to the welcome desk, Steve greeted the old hotel attendant respectfully. “Hi. I would like to check into two rooms please? Whatever you have available will be just fine.”

The lady gave him a wrinkly smile, accepting the wad of cash that he gave her in exchange for two room keys. You suddenly grew impatient, sick of watching Steve’s smile, pushing in front of him to snatch one of the keys off the counter and turning to walk down the hall. Glancing down, you mumbled the room number under your breath. 

Room ten. First floor, thank God.

“Y/N.” Steve’s deep voice echoed down the hallway behind you, but you didn’t dare turn around. 

You just wanted to take a hot shower and go the fuck to bed. 

Finally making it to the room, you struggled with the key for a few minutes, Steve coming up in your peripheral vision. 

Shit. You just wanted to be left alone. 

Finally able to get the key correctly inside of the lock, you jiggled the door handle until it opened, rushing inside and throwing your bag on the single bed against the wall. In situations like these, you never minded the hotel rooms that had only one bed because you never minded sharing one with Steve. You felt safe and content with his warmth beside you every night, your back against his front as he held you close. 

But today, you needed some fucking distance. That he unfortunately wasn’t wanting to give you.

Before the door could click shut, Steve slammed his hand against it, closing the door behind him. “Are you fucking kidding me?” 

“Steve, I can’t do this with you tonight.” You winced tiredly, roughly searching through your clothes for something to sleep in. “Just please go sleep with Nat or Sam, and then you can lecture me all you want in the morning.” 

The grown man crossed his arms across his chest, his long-sleeve shirt lifting in the process. “We need to talk about this right now.” 

“Talk about fucking what? There’s nothing to talk about than what you already said to me in the car, Steve.” You exclaimed, throwing your clothes on the bed and looking at him. “It was a mistake that I have apologized multiple times for, so can we please just drop it?” 

“No, I’m not going to drop it. Because that mistake that you’re talking about could have gotten us easily infiltrated or even killed you! You weren’t focused and completely disregarded your Captain’s orders.” He spoke firmly, his words making your head pound as you continued to go through your things, blatantly ignoring him. 

Ah, so now he was just casually throwing out military titles as if you guys were just colleagues, and nothing more.

Fucking great.

“Y/N. I’m talking to you.” 

“And I told you to drop it until tomorrow, but like always, Captain America doesn’t know how to fucking take the word no.” 

Your slick comment made him silent for a moment, placing his hands against his hips and taking a long exhale, while his eyes bore into the side of your face. 

“Do you even care? Do you even care about why we’re doing this?” He began in a low voice, which caused you to stare up at the ceiling and laugh harshly at his ridiculous question. 

“Oh my god Steve. Do I care? Seriously?” 

“Yes, it’s a genuine question, do you care? Because you have been distracted for the past few months and you won’t even come to me and talk about it, despite all of my efforts.” He glared at you, growing angrier by the second. 

“Because I don’t want to talk to you about it.” You answered, shaking your head.

“Really? You don’t want to talk to me about it?” 

You paused, letting out a sigh. You could tell how hurt he was by your unwillingness, but you didn’t want it to lead to another pointless argument. You already felt like shit and you just wanted to rest to find some sort of solitude and temporarily forget about your growing problems.

“No, I don’t.” 

“Because I thought we meant more to each other than to keep secrets.” 

“I’m tired!” You admitted, throwing your hands up in the air in aggravation. “I’m tired, Steve. I’m tired of being on the run. Not having a steady place to call home… it’s hard.”

Your words hung in the air silently as you stared at one another, you finally being able to let them out of the restriction they had against you for so long... only they weren’t good enough for the super soldier standing in front of you with an unreadable expression. 

“Then you should have said no when I asked you to come with me.” 

A lump formed suddenly in your throat, watching him run his hand through his blonde hair that he decided to grow out right above his shoulders and shake his head with his eyes closed. As if he was the one getting chewed out here.

You weren’t sure why but his sentence stung you to your core, not missing the slight bite in his tone as he said it.

“It sounds a lot like you wanted me to say no.” You tried to keep your voice steady in order to sound more in control of your feelings, but you could already feel the process of tears forming.

“You know that’s not how I meant it, Y/N-“

“I have backed you up in almost everything you have stood up for Steve.” You raised your voice, disregarding the way his muscular arms flexed in his shirt as he leaned them against the dresser with his head down. “Busting my ass in DC and going against the people I have worked alongside with for years in order to be there for you. Same with Germany. And I didn’t do it out of pity o-or because I felt manipulated or whatever the stupid ass reasoning your mind is trying to conjure up right now. I did it because you’re important to me.”

He angrily slammed his hands on the piece of furniture. “You don’t think I already know that?”

“Well fucking act like it!” You yelled at him, walking over to the bed to grab your things and stomping to the bathroom, slamming the door behind you.

Steve just stood there in the quiet room, staring at particularly nothing as the faint sound of the shower running rang inside of his ears.

He hadn’t meant to upset you so much.

It just hurt hearing you say how exhausted you were with the kind of life you guys lived right now. And it was because of him. His incessant need to stand by what he knows is right. Just because he was willing to risk his role in society and what people thought of him didn’t mean that you were. He had just assumed so when you agreed to go with him.

Sighing to himself, he made the decision to sit in the armchair in the room, waiting for you to get done with your shower.

You guys had come to far for him to lose you over one argument.

He wouldn’t allow that.

Half of an hour had slowly passed of Steve resting his eyes, his head leaned against his palm, when the sound of the shower shut off, alerting his senses. He stood up, giving you a few minutes to put on whatever you were sleeping in tonight(you’d physically kill him if he walked in on you naked again), listening in through the barrier between you two.

Once he felt like it was all clear, he turned the doorknob, opening the door slowly, his eyes greeted to the sight of you standing over the sink with your eyes closed, your body in a short slip dress.

Fuck, you were perfect.

Much to his surprise, you didn’t scream for him to leave or try to push him away when he shut the door closed, resting his back against it and taking a deep breath.

But that’s how you usually were. You hated conflict because it would drain almost everything out of you.

“I hate arguing with you.” He muttered, scratching the side of his beard.

You let out a dry laugh, your wet hair sticking to your face. “Funny, seeing that we don’t normally do it at all.”

“I know. That’s why I hate it when it does happen.”

All you could do was remain quiet, both of you standing in peaceful silence over the unspoken fact that neither of you meant for things to go the way that they did. He knew that he had overreacted when he could have easily just been there for you and actually listened. Of course being on the run was a struggle, for all of you. But he never realized how much of a toll it took on you.

When all he had to do was ask.

Guilt coursed through his veins as he stepped closer to you, grabbing your waist and placing a soft kiss on the top of you head. The smell of shea butter soap that the motel provided went up his nostrils as he inhaled your scent, calming him down a little.

It’s not like both of you hadn’t cuddled or held each other’s hands before, but something about the way he touched you right now… it was different.

You relaxed in his arms, trying hard not to overanalyze the amount of grip his hands had on your body and to just enjoy that you two had forgiven each other.

“I should have let you decide for yourself. To come with me or not.” He said quietly, pressing his forehead against the back of your hair. “Maybe then, I wouldn’t feel so guilty right now.”

“I would have gone with you either way, Steve-“

“Once the morning comes, we can find some place for you to settle down in when we head back to the quinjet. Where no one would look for you.” He interrupted quickly, his thoughts racing. “You could start a new life, be a new person… wouldn’t have me holding you back.”

Quickly turning around in his arms, you cradled his face in your hands, making him look you in the eye. “And none of that would matter, because I’d have nobody to share it with.”

Your hands were warm on his skin. He liked it.

“I was selfish.” He whispered, never leaving eye contact with you.

His beard was soft in between your fingers, stroking your thumb very close to his pink, plump lips.

He was always trying to do the “right thing” all of the time. And you knew that his heart was in the right place, but that wasn’t the point at all.

“You have spent your entire life thinking about everybody else and what makes them happy… laying down your life to protect the world and everyone in it. I think you’re allowed to be a little selfish.” You explained, but he just shook his head, studying where his hands laid.

“Not with you. I could never be selfish with you.”

In that tender moment, you weren’t sure what to say — just smiled softly at him while the man pulled you in a hug, nuzzling his face inside of your neck. Closing your eyes, you didn’t miss the way the material of your night dress gathered through his rough fingers, causing the length to lift up above your exposed thighs. Your breath hitched in your throat as you shivered, Steve’s lips and hot pants ghosting over your skin, both of you just standing there basking in each other’s warmth. Your hands gripped his covered biceps, while his began to explore along your body — raising along your lower back and back down over your ass.

Fuck.

“Steve.” You whispered into his neck, completely lost in the feeling of wanting. Wanting him and only him.

You had dreamt of this scenario a thousand times in your head, in different settings and times and none of them even came close to what was happening right now.

“Hmm?” He hummed mindlessly, beginning to place soft kisses against the side of your throat, his hands gently kneading your ass. You let out a breathless moan at his actions, igniting the hunger that he’s spent years constantly pushing down out of respect for you.

Not anymore.

His innocent pecks grew dangerously erotic, using his left hand to press you harder against him and the right to steady the side of your face as he sucked bruises into the skin. Your throaty moans beside his ear encouraged him to keep going, licking, biting, marking you in the way that he always wanted.

He’s always wanted this. You.

Waiting until he was satisfied with the hickey, he pulled you back, holding your face in his hands as he gazed down at you. Your mouth was open from panting, staring at him with dazed eyes.

You were so beautiful this way.

“Tell me to stop right now and I’ll stop.” He ordered breathlessly, moving strands of hair away from your face. “Otherwise, I’m taking you right here on this sink and doing things to you that I have been imagining over and over again ever since DC.”

You stared up at his fiery blue eyes, drunk off the way he assaulted your neck and touched your body.

He’s been wanting you since DC? The same way that you did. You both just didn’t have enough balls to admit it out loud to one another.

“I love you-“ You confessed, not even able to get a breath in before Steve swallowed up your sentence, lips pressed against yours passionately. His tongue swiped along your bottom lip, begging for entrance which you gladly gave to him, detaching his hands from your face so that you could wrap your arms around his neck, wanting him closer. He decided to take the other pair of cheeks in his hands, grinding himself against your sensitive core. Cursing under your breath, you felt yourself getting wetter by the second from his doings, pleasure filling your body.

Steve gave you one last peck before his lips traveled to your throat, cleavage, and down to your bare thighs, the man lowering to his knees in front of you. He stared at you intently, watching you watch him leave open-mouth kisses along your thighs, gnawing on your bottom lip.

He was so… in control and dominant with you and you couldn’t take it. This man has had a hold on you for so long and you finally were embracing it.

His eyes were still on yours as his fingers took ahold of each side of your thong, sliding it down your cold legs. Only then did he glance down at it, smirking at the wet stain that accompanied them.

“Steve.” You whined, not wanting to hear whatever smug comment he had to get out of his system. You couldn’t stand the loss of his warmth any longer.

He set them on the floor beside him, lifting up your dress so that he was facing what was waiting for him. “You know it kills me knowing how wet you must have been, laying beside me those nights we would sleep together, too scared to even speak up about it.”

“You didn’t tell me either.” You retorted back before you gasped, feeling him lick your folds, his facial hair tickling your inner thighs. He simply grinned at your response, loving the feeling of your fingers pulling at his long hair, urging him to keep going.

You tasted like heaven.

Your arousal drenched his tongue as he dug deeper, bumping into your clit. Both of his hands held your hips steady against the counter, in fear of your legs giving out on you by the way they trembled in pleasure. He could almost feel you getting closer, the grip you had on his hair tightened each time, your breath quickening. In response, he suddenly stopped and got up, his name falling from your lips in frustration, giving him enough time to lift you by the thighs, setting you roughly on the edge of the sink.

Pushing his sweatpants and boxers down, he pulled you closer to his chest, convincing himself that you were too far away from him.

He needed you now.

You leaned up and kissed him, tasting yourself on his tongue before Steve hungrily nipped your bottom lip in the process, allowing your hands to grip the edge of his shirt and lift it over his head. The shirt was carelessly tossed on the floor, Steve cupping your pussy to make sure you were still ready for him.

Of course, you were.

He took his hard cock in his hand, pumping it and slowly pushing the head against the sensitive nerves. You watched as he did it, completely aroused by the way it was slowly disappearing inside of you. But he didn’t give you the satisfaction, thrusting hard against you, fitting himself all in one move. You moaned loudly, throwing your head back and holding onto him for dear life.

He was compelled by the feeling of you clenching around him… but he couldn’t stop staring at you. The way your body matched his perfectly, bouncing up and down to meet his thrusts, your nails digging into his back every single time he hit the spot you enjoyed the most, his name sounding like a prayer as you repeated it over and over again.

You were his. You always had been.

It just took time to actually admit it to himself.

“I love you too, you know. I always have.” He panted, driving into you faster.

Those words made you open up your eyes to look at him, a smile ghosting over your lips with nothing but adoration in your eyes.

He took his hand and placed it on the mirror behind you, using the hard surface to go deeper. Overwhelmed by the pleasure that was budding inside of your stomach, you lifted your head and hide your face in his neck.

“Tell me what you want, sweetheart.” Steve moaned, never letting you go. “Tell me where you want this cum baby.”

“Oh god- fill me up Steve. Please, inside me.”

“Not until you do.” He whispered in your ear, panting. “Cum for me, cum for your Captain.”

You were already on the brink of that release but somehow his words, him commanding you sent you over the edge. A silent cry erupted from your throat as your orgasm ripped through you, the man still fucking you through your high. Not far behind you though, Steve grunted your name under his breath, using both of his hands to hold you close, shooting ropes of cum inside you like you had told him to do minutes before. You breathed heavily with your eyes cracked open, Steve resting his head on your shoulder.

Both of you were in pure bliss.

About five minutes had passed of you gathering your strength, Steve pulled his pants back on, holding you in place and turning the faucet on behind you. You were quiet as you watched him search for a small towel, soaking it in warm water and wiping you from the mess he had made.

“I’m sorry for yelling at you.” He said after a few moments, pulling your dress down. “I overreacted.”

You couldn’t stop a yawn from escaping your mouth, your exhaustion catching up to you. “You didn’t. You were worried and scared about me.”

“You’re right, I was.” He agreed, caressing your face. “I couldn’t lose my best girl.”

Smiling at the usual name he called you, you yawned again, making him lightly chuckle.

“Alright, I’ve exhausted you enough. You need to rest.”

Lifting you up in his arms, he carried you out of the bathroom and to the queen-sized bed, laying you down on the mattress and covering you up. It didn’t take him long to check the door and switch the lights off, climbing into the bed next to you, holding your body against his just like all of the other times.

Only this time, he followed your advice and got to be selfish, just once, in all of his years of living on this earth.

Because he wanted you, and both of you thought that he damn well deserved it.

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[holylulusworld]

Too much - Kinktober 12

Summary: He’s back in town. Back in your life.

Request: hi! idk if you're allowing request but I'd like to give you this idea of mine since you're the only one I trust that can execute this very well and uhm,, having steve eating reader out, but instead of reader just lying on the bed, she's sitting on top of steve's face coz he requested it.

Rating: Explicit

Kink: Cunnilingus + overstimulation + face-sitting and a hint of beard burn

Idea by @elle14-blog1​

Pairing: Nomad!Steve Rogers x fem!Reader

Square 8 filled for @anyfandomkinkbingo: Old Flame

Square B1 filled for @mcukinkbingo: Answering a Craigs list ad

Square E2 filled for @steverogersbingo: Online dating

Square 18 filled for @star-spangled-bingo: Hair pulling

Square 16 filled for @marvelfluffbingo (expired): old flame au

Warnings: angst, language, getting back together, light hair pulling, oral (fem rec), face riding, dirty talk, fluff, overstimulation

Words: 900

Kinktober 2022

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2021 MARVEL FLUFF BINGO masterlist

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Steve Rogers Bingo masterlist

“A Craig’s list ad, seriously, Cap?” Sam chuckles as his friend and confidant scrolls through his burner phone. “You think she will answer?” 

“I tried every platform she’s on. Even Tinder,” Steve sighs. “I need to see her and apologize. Sam, I just upped and left after the fight with Tony.”

“Online dating, Steve,” Natasha glances at the phone in Steve’s hand. “Why didn’t you just call her? Stalking your ex on Tinder is a new low.”

“Just stay out of my business. She will meet up with me to buy my sofa,” nodding to himself Steve looks at his phone again. “And you all know I can’t call Y/N. Ross and his minions would arrest her for even talking to me, Nat. ”

“You’ve got to be shitting me. Steven Grant Rogers! It was you? The guy on Tinder and Craig's list? I wanted to buy a fucking couch and you come around?”

“Baby,” he smirks darkly while stepping closer to you to cup your face. “I’ve missed you too.”

“I didn’t miss you at all,” you lie. 

“If you need a place to sit on,” you swallow thickly when his lips touch yours, “you can use my face, doll. I’ve missed having your cunt all over my face.”

“You’ve got a beard now.”

You run your hands over his beard. “Do you want to go for a ride?”

“I hope you know how to handle that beard, Sir…”

“Get up here,” Steve purrs. He just watches you step between his long legs, wearing little to nothing. “Let me see that pretty pussy up close.”

“Steve.”

“Please, doll. Give me that,” he lies back on the bed and gets comfortable, waiting for you to get on top of him. “Y/N…”

“I don’t know. Steve, we haven’t seen each other for so long and now you want to eat me out?” 

You sigh.

“’s all I dreamed of, doll.”

“I hope you are worth my time and that I missed the chance to get my hands on a vintage sofa,” you shimmy out of your panties, the last barrier protecting your cunt from his perfect face.

“I’ll be worth your time, darling.”

“Do you remember our safety tap?” you crawl onto the bed. “Steve?”

“I tap your thigh twice or pinch your thigh.”

“You’re such a good boy.”

“Boy?”

“Be still now,” you harshly pull at his hair. “Put your mouth to better use than talking. You’ll not talk until you made me cum.”

You go on your knees and straddle Steve's chest. He just looks at you, a content smile on his lips as you slowly move forward until your knees are placed on either side of Steve’s head.

“Spread those pretty legs,” he mumbles. “Please.”

You spread your legs far enough apart to provide good access to your dripping cunt. 

“Fuck doll. Give me that pussy.”

You grab the headboard to make sure to not lose balance. “Steve.”

While you hover over his face. It’s been too long since you and Steve had time to explore each other’s bodies.  

“Baby,” slowly lowering down until you feel his lips touch your pussy, you take a deep breath, “hold still.”

You whimper, but try to stay still as Steve grips your hips and gets to work. He laps at your folds, forcing tiny moans out of you. He licks over your clit while guiding your body. His mouth and tongue seem to work in sync to break your will.

“Steve,” you grip the headboard tighter when he pokes your thigh to tell you to start grinding. “Fuck.”

You’ve missed Steve. But you missed his talented mouth even more.

You stop grinding and let Steve take over control. Your breathing quickens and you moan his name as he picks up the pace. 

“Steve,” he doesn’t let up. Even when you slap the headboard. He rubs his beard against your pussy, flicks your clit with his tongue, or wraps his mouth around your sensitive bud.

“Fuck, Steve,” you gush all over his face, but he still doesn’t stop. He hums against you and keeps on sucking, licking, flicking, and nibbling. “STEVE!”

You want to move off his face, but Steve holds your body in a tight grip. “I can’t,” you come again, whining as it’s still not enough for Steve. He puts even more effort into taking you apart.

His tongue slides in and out of your cunt, making your legs quiver. “Steve, please. No more.”

You can hear him chuckle against your sex. That’s all you get from him. He simply keeps on fucking you with his tongue. “Steve,” you arch your back and start grinding again. “No—I…”

Steve only stops to get a few gulps of air before he buries his face back between your thighs. He nuzzles your pussy. “Steve, stop. I can’t take it anymore…”

“I’m sorry for leaving without telling you anything. I had to get Sam and the others out,” he whispers as you snuggle in his chest. “We always kept an eye on you, though.”

“I want to come with you,” you cover his mouth with your hand. “No protests. I got two duffle bags hidden in the back of my wardrobe.”

“You’ve been waiting for me to return.”

Steve sniffles.

“I would’ve waited all my life for you, Steve…”

That night Steve takes you with him. He’ll never leave you out of sight ever again…

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[luxeavenger]

At Least It's Roomy...?

Day 10 Kinktober prompt: Temperature Play

Rating: Explicit (18+ only)

Pairing: Nomad!Steve Rogers x reader

Warnings: Temperature play, vaginal fingering, piv sex, nomad Steve (yah, you betcha he's a warning)

Words: 1706

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Being on the run from the government with Steve Rogers has been something else entirely.

Too much adrenaline. Not enough sleep. Always watching. Always ready to move out on a moment's notice. Go bags always within arms reach. Hiding in some of the most questionable places one could imagine.

This ice cream freezer is in a little shop somewhere just south of the Canadian border. Steve had done a favor for the owner years ago, and she was happy to stash you both somewhere out of the way while you waited for transport.

“Steve, this is a freezer.” You scowl at him.

“Yes it is.” He smirks back at you.

“It wasn’t a question, smart ass.” You ram him playfully with your shoulder when he snorts a laugh.

He pulls on the latch to open the door, and looks inside. “At least it’s roomy…?” he says with a shrug.

You grumble, but your heart really isn’t in it. This isn’t even close to the worst place you’ve had to hide.

“Sam’s on his way, so it’ll just be a couple of hours, sweetheart,” Steve promises earnestly, and kisses your temple.

“I know,” you sigh. “I’m just grumpy. It’s still loads better than the swamp incident.”

“You said you didn’t want to talk about that anymore-”

“Yeah, I know,” you fuss. “If we’re getting in, let’s get in.”

Fifteen minutes after locking yourselves into the freezer, your teeth are chattering, and Steve wraps his arms around you. The heat from his body immediately seeps into your bones and you groan and push even closer to him.

He chuckles, “Feel better?”

You hum your affirmation. “Thank goodness for your jacked-up metabolism.”

“Just my metabolism?” You can hear the smirk in his voice.

“You want me to say your dick, don’t you?”

“Only if that’s the way you feel in your heart.”

“Okay, your dick’s nice too.”

“That’s good to know,” he hums.

You wrap your arms around him, and moan at how good his heat and solid body feel against you.

“My dick is gonna get a whole lot nicer if you keep moaning like that.”

You moan, squeeze even closer, and moan again when you feel his cock start to stiffen against you.

A low rumble bubbles out of his throat. “I’m warning you, sweetheart.”

“Mmmm, daddy. You feel so good,” you groan, cupping his ass in both hands.

“Son of a-” he growls. “Gimmie,” he grabs your ass and hoists you into his arms.

He grinds your core against his cock, and you gasp. “It did get nicer, Stevie.”

He shakes you gently. “No,” he grunts.

“It did get nicer, daddy.”

“Fuck.”

He sets you back down, and pulls a coat out of his go bag, and lays it over a stack of boxes.

While he’s fussing over the coat, you ask, “Why do you even have a coat? It’s not like you actually need it.”

“It’s so you have something to sit on while I fuck you in an ice-cream freezer.” He lifts an eyebrow at you like it was obvious. “Here,” he sits you down on top of his jacket, and bends over you so he can kiss you deeply.

He lifts your shirt up over your tits, and you gasp as your nipples instantly stiffen in the cold. You push your chest up, searching for Steve’s heat to warm you up.

“No ma’am,” he tsks, holding you back with a finger in the middle of your chest.

You shudder as your skin breaks out in goosebumps. You make a pleading sound, but still Steve holds you back.

Your nipples are painfully hard, and you just need someone to touch them, so you reach up to cup your tits, but Steve snatches your hands out of the air, and pins them over your head.

“I said, no.” The authority in his voice is unmistakable.

“Please, daddy,” you whine. “I need you.”

“I bet you do,” he teases, his body arched gracefully over yours. He skims a knuckle over one of your nipples, and you strain towards the tiny point of warmth with a whimper. When he draws circles over the stiff peak you grind yourself against the firm ridge of his cock.

“More, god, please more,” you beg.

“‘God’ is so formal,” he grins, “I prefer daddy.” He dips down and seals his mouth over your nipple, and you nearly sob at how good it feels. The heat of his mouth, the way he swirls his tongue over your skin, the scratchiness of his beard.

Because of the cold, you feel everything.

Steve switches to your other nipple, the saliva he left behind on the first nipple immediately begins to evaporate and cool. You make an incoherent noise, and roll your hips against him. He releases your hands and you automatically bury your fingers in his shaggy hair.

He lets your nipple pop out of his mouth, but stays close enough that the heat of his breath fans out over your chest when he speaks, and his lips graze the pebbled flesh.

“Tell daddy what you need, gorgeous.”

“I need-” You stop abruptly as a strangled moan leaves you, after Steve’s hot mouth switches back to the cold nipple.

He grins against your skin. “Use your words. I have no idea what you’re saying right now.”

“Please,” you sob, grinding against him.

“Please what?”

You moan a curse when he skims his fingertips over your stomach. “Fuck, I need you inside me, daddy! Please!”

He groans, and flips your shirt back down over your chest, and pulls his own shirt off, and covers you with that as well.

You gasp, “Oh my god, look at you.”

“What’s wrong?” He looks at you curiously.

As his shirtless, and overheated super-soldier body meets the icy air of the freezer, you can see tendrils of steam curling off of his shoulders.

“I just…” you trail off. “Sometimes I forget how remarkable you are,” you can’t help the awe that bleeds into your voice, and Steve’s cheeks flush. You sit up and pull him down for a sweet kiss, which he returns with a hum of gratitude.

He breaks the kiss with a grin, seizing one of your hands in his, and brings it down to cup the front of his jeans.

“Tell daddy how bad you want his cock,” he whispers against your cheek.

“Feel so empty,” you gasp as your cunt clenches around nothing. “Need you to fill me up, daddy.”

Lightning quick, Steve has your pants stripped off, and he’s kneeling between your legs, pushing them up so you’re completely exposed before him.

He blows a soft puff of air over your pussy lips, followed by a huff of warm air. He breathes like this for a few minutes, alternating blowing a chilly gust of air over your sensitive flesh, and following it up with a warm exhale to chase away the icy air.

You get lost in the cycle of hot-cold-hot-cold, so when two of his fingers push into your cunt, it surprises you, and you arch up off the box beneath you with a cry.

He rubs his shaggy beard all over your inner thighs, “You wanted me inside of you, did you not?”

“Not quite what I had in mind,” you reply dazedly, already on edge from his teasing.

His breath heats your thigh as he hums, “Should I stop?”

“Don’t you dare,” you say, wrapping your legs around his shoulders to keep him close.

“Sweetheart, if you hold onto me like this, I won’t be able to fuck you.” He tugs gently at your legs.

“You can move ‘em,” you grunt.

“I guess I can,” he hums, rising and picking you up bodily, breaking the circle of your legs open with his broad chest. He supports you with one arm while he undoes the front of his jeans to get his cock out. The cold creeps over your naked skin, a stark contrast to all the points of unnatural heat coming from Steve’s body.

Just as the chilled air on your exposed pussy gets to be too much, Steve is lowering you down onto his cock. You dig your nails into his shoulders, and mindlessly keen his name.

Once he bottoms out, he quietly asks, “Are you okay, sweetheart?”

“God, you feel so fucking good.,” you groan.

He smirks at you, “I thought I told you not to call me god.”

You don’t get to respond, because he wraps his thick arms around you and starts fucking you hard. He’s holding you up effortlessly, so you grasp the back of Steve’s neck, so you can lean back, and let the cold air curl around you again, chasing it away by pressing against Steve when it becomes too much.

The heat that’s been building in your core ever since Steve laid you down on those boxes blazes through you when you come. Clinging to Steve, and groaning with every slap of his hips against your ass. You whimper when he squeezes you tight, and buries his cock in you, filling you with his heat until it’s dripping out of you in warm rivulets.

“Oh fuck,” he pants into your neck. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

“Salty language, sir,” you slur against his hair. You squeal when he slaps your ass.

“Fuuuck,” he rumbles one more time, just for good measure.

After a minute, he jolts, “Oh shit. It’s cold, isn’t it? I gotta get you covered up.” He moves to sit you down on his coat, so he can help you back into your pants, but you squeeze your legs around his hips, and arms around his neck.

“No! Don’t you dare put me down,” you growl.

He pulls gently on your thigh. “I can move ‘em, you know,” he parrots your earlier suggestion.

“Yeah, but you won’t.”

“You’re right,” he says, heaving a contented sigh and burying his face in your neck.

A fist pounds heavily on the outside of the freezer door.

“Are you guys fucking in there? You better not be fucking in there,” Sam yells, followed by a loud, and overly-dramatic noise of disgust.

“Jesus, Sam,” you yell. “Don’t be gross. It’s an ice cream freezer. We’re eating ice cream.”

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[justagirlinafandomworld]

My Heart is Still Yours

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Gender Neutral Reader

Song Prompt from Unclaimed Love Songs: Austin by Blake Shelton

Word Count: 100 (not including lyrics)

It was almost a year to the day that you had left Steve, needing to figure yourself out outside of your relationship.

Hands fisted in your jacket pockets; you weren’t sure what to expect. When the headlights flashed and a car pulled up, something in you moved and you were standing between the headlights. Listened as the driver’s door shut.

Your heart throbbed at the sight of him.

His hair was longer, the angles of his face sharper and his eyes…

It must have been reflected in your own because he reached forward to cradle your face in his hands.

If you’re calling ‘bout my heart,

It’s still yours

I should have listened to it a little more

Then it wouldn’t have taken me so long

To know where I belong

#unclaimed love songs flash fiction challenge #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x you #nomad steve x reader #nomad steve x you #nomad!steve x reader #nomad!steve x you #nomad!steve rogers x you #nomad!steve rogers x reader #nomad steve rogers x reader #nomad steve rogers x you

[likeahorribledream]

I have a few hours to kill before boarding my plane and I’m already bored out of my mind.

Send me a prompt of your choice, a male character (the usual suspects or anyone else you want!) and I’ll write a small blurb!

Thank you to anyone who’ll save me from my boredom 🥹 (gif for attention)

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #ransom drysdale #ransom drysdale x reader #sebastian stan x reader #Ari Levinson x reader #Ari Levinson #Lee Bodecker #Lee Bodecker x reader #destroyer chris #destroyer!chris #nomad!steve rogers x female!reader #nomad!steve x reader #Steve rogers #Steve rogers x reader

[thornsnvultures]

(Nice mood board BTW 😘)

OVA psychos edition; Lloyd, Freezy, dark!nomad Steve.

And for the same trio, this list:

6. go clothes shopping with, go to ikea with, go grocery shopping with

thank you bb 😘💞💖 this is legit tough lol it got kinda long so I'm gonna put it under the cut.

Oral: Lloyd

I want to cockwarm him while he works. Just always at his feet with his cock in my mouth 🥰

Vag: dark!nomad!Steve

Three words. Breed me, daddy.

Anal: Freezy

Chase kink activated. No prep. Just him in those rubber gloves, and apron. Maybe if I'm good he'll keep me around and I can have all the popsicles I want 😌 Sure I'm chained to the freezer in the back of his truck, but I've never been a fan of Summer.

As for the list,

Go clothes shopping with: Lloyd

Just look at him! That man knows how to dress! 😂

Go to Ikea with: Freezy

No reason in particular other than I'd like to know if he likes the Swedish meatballs.

Go grocery shopping with: dark!nomad!Steve

He can tell me exactly what he wants with the roast I'll be making for dinner. Because for at least tonight he wants a good little housewife to take care of him.

#this was so fun lol #thank you!!! #💖💖💖 #28on28 #dark fic #nsft #mr freezy fic #mr freezy x reader #lloyd hansen fic #lloyd hansen x reader #nomad!steve x reader #nomad!steve fic