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1800jjbarnes · 7 months

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◇ 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟏 : 𝐂𝐚𝐫 𝐒𝐞𝐱 - 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 ◇

Gloomy Days

【Synopsis】 : A trip turned sour due to a storm. But luckily, Steve knows just the thing in turning this gloomy day into a more steamy one.

『W.C』 : 1.07k

-> Genre: Fluff. Slice of slice. Smut

Paring: Boyfriend!Steve x F.Reader

[Warnings] : Swearing. Petnames (Stevie, Peach, Baby). Making out. Steve got big dick energy. Riding. Hand job-ish. Unprotected sex (that's a no, no).

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The rain poured heavily as the hot summer day out turned quickly into a stormy stay-at-home kind of day. You and Stev ran without a second thought as soon as the first drop of water hit your forehead, spilling down your cheek. Once you finally made it to Steve's car, he opened the boot to let you crawl in haste. He soon followed you once he had finished poorly folding the picnic blanket, and when you say folded, it was more scrunched up and thrown onto one of the car's back seats.

“Well, today was not what I planned.” Steve huffed, feeling disappointment riddle his mind. This was your six-month anniversary date, and he had planned to make the none other than special. But what he didn’t expect was to be soaked head to toe in buckets of water.

“It’s okay, I still had fun.” You chimed in with a big smile still plastered on your face. You were cuddled up to him, with your legs dangling out of the car, all the while watching a little water stream starting to form in front of you. “We can still continue the fun here.” Your words got caught in your throat as blush taints your plump cheeks, suddenly recalling back just before the storm set in and you and Steve were peacefully making out on a picnic blanket in the middle of nowhere. He smirked ear to ear, finding your words rather dirty, even though they mostly had an innocent intent. You were just talking about the softness of the date, not the… other stuff.

He didn’t say anything in response to you. Instead, he turned his whole body, pushing you down in the back of his large car boot. His hand rested on the back of your head while he urged you to lay down, letting your head hit the floor with a huff. His lips latch onto yours in seconds, biting and sucking a moan out of you. you bucked your hips up, feeling his knee push slightly against your clothed core. Your body began to crave him, no longer feeling cold from the rain, but rather annoyed the your wet clothes were blocking his way.

“Stevie…” your whimpers were music to his ears. Pulling away, his breath hitched, seeing your glossed expression. You are perfect in every way to him, your voice, your personality, your body. You. He was whipped, hooked on your love, and wanted nothing more than you make you his every day, at every hour, and every moment he could.

He’s addicted.

“Don’t worry, Peach, I got you.” His deep voice swoons you as his large fingers curl into the fabric of your clothing, promptly pulling and tuging until the material falls off your body. Your wet skin scratched against the floor but you couldn't care less at that moment, all you cared about was Steve's cock deep inside you. His fingers danced around your clit, feeling your slick already soaking your cunt and thighs from the earlier make-out session.

“I can’t wait just…please…” You were growing impatient, and the way you were laying down was starting to make your body ache. So without another moment, Steve pulled down his pants, letting his cock spring free. He was about to lift your legs when you pushed on his chest slightly, making him sit down so his back would lean against the car seat. He was confused at your sudden boldness, Never have you ridden him before so this was new. But he’d be lying if he said this wasn’t the hottest thing he had ever seen.

You, naked and soaked. Hair messy and making up running. All the while, you were crawling to take a seat on his lap. He must have died and went to heaven. Your legs sat on either side of his thick thighs. Your eyes never leaving his as you reach down for his cock, stroking the shaft in a harsh couple of pumps. His groans went straight to your core, feeling pride pool in the pit of your stomach.

“You gonna ride me, baby?” He growls, gripping your hips, tugging you towards him in one movement. You just giggled at his dirty words, feeling his tip slide along your slit. Your smile quickly turned down, while your brows crossed, notioning his cock to easily slip inside you. “That’s it Peach. Take what’s yours.”

You quickly ground yourself, moving your hips at a steady pace. Back and forward. Up and down. Your arms wrapped around his neck, pushing your breast against his chest. His pants grew heavier as your moans grew louder. You were both desperate, lost in one another to the point neither of you cared that the door of the boot was still wide open. Thank god Steve picked a secluded place.

“Stevie please….nghh.” Your slurred moans called for Steve, making him wrap his hand on the back of your neck, pulling your face out of the crook of his. You were drooling, with the most beautiful fucked out expression Steve could have ever seen. Fuck, he wanted to bust a nut then and there from your face alone. He knew you were close to cumming and he wanted, no, needed you to cum before him. He needed to feel your clench around him while your juices painted his cock. So he planted his feet down, bringing his knees up before helping you thrust deep, hard and fast inside you.

Your body falls limp as he lets go of your neck so he can grip your hips with power. You called his name over and over like a broken record, clenching around him harshly as you came undone. His movements didn't faltered though, as he chased his own high. And after a couple more thrusts he felt himself snap, spilling his cum deep inside your soaked puffy pussy.

His thrusts became sloppy until they stopped altogether. He could feel your heartbeat racing against his chest while your breathing matched his. You stayed like that for a while, sitting in silence as Steve rubbed shapes into your lower back lovingly. You opened your eyes for a moment and noticed the rain had stopped, and the sun was beginning to shine through the gloomy clouds. A smile caught your features at you thought, Maybe today didn’t go completely as planned, but it still was a great day nonetheless.

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lanadelreyscokewhor3 · 2 years

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RELIGION- S.G ROGERS

Pairing: Normad! Steve Rogers x Innocent/ Virgin! Fem! Reader

Word Count: 3.7k

Summary: Steve’s prayers have finally been answered after all these years, as he finds you waiting for him in the church he calls home. Captivated by him and his charm, you get swept up in his arms, to soon find out Steve isn't the saint he painted himself out to be.

Warnings: SMUT, HEAVY daddy kink, HEAVY innocence/ corruption kink, breeding kink, petnames, degradation kink, heavy praise kink, dumbification kink, finger sucking, teasing, masturbation mentioned,almost like training in a way?, cumplay and gagging implied, blowjob implied, smoking, steve is kinda soft!dark here

Notes: “ cause you’re my religion, you’re how im livin... when all my friends say i should take some space...well i cant envision that for a minute- when im down on my knees you’re how i pray” - religion, lana del rey

the chapel: a playlist

Steve had not expected to see an angel at the end of the isle, when he stepped through the gleaming oak doors.

He had been to this church many times in his life, its worn wooden pews and golden crosses familiar to him like the back of his own hand. He had sat in those very pews that lay in rows, no other person around to bother him as he would stare up at the marble statue by the organ, or with his head between his hands as he stared at the rustic floor that so many others had walked before him.

But he had never seen an angel, contained in these walls.

Steve wasn't an overly religious man. But he had needed something- anything to believe in with the insanity that had managed to slither its way into his life, a snake with venom so poisonous he had found his way here again.

It appears he had found something new, something else to believe in, he thought, watching your little frame stand at the end of the deep plush carpet that had guided his way towards you.

The sunlight that filtered in through the stained glass windows shimmered around you like a halo, lighting up your features like the diamonds. It was mesmerizing, the way it shinned down upon you, focusing on you like a spotlight.

Moving with you, as you tilted your head back, soaking in the dimmed rays that made their way through the images plastered on the glass.

You looked up at the lanterns that hung upon chains from the high arched ceilings, the wooden beams their support as they flickered.

“It’s beautiful, isn't it?” you hummed softly, feeling a presence near you, his aura dark and mysterious.

Enchanting.

Steve had found his way next to you, arm close enough to touch, warm body heat rolling off him in waves to wrap around your skin, soothing the goosebumps that had broken out across your arms.

Steve was fixated on you- truly.

Your voice had sounded like the sweet strings of a harp, being strummed in perfect harmony. He had wanted more.

“It is.” he spoke softly, voice husky as he stared down at you.

He didn't know you were talking about the marble statue that adorned the dais, arms reaching up towards heaven, as if that would save him from the tears that spilled across his pained face.

Steve was talking about you.

You turned, little white dress brushing against his thigh as you smiled. His breath caught in his throat at the sight of you, your eyes twinkling like stars in the night, smile showing your little dimples in the hazy light. You were better than he had ever imagined, a sweet, innocent soul.

One he wanted to corrupt.

“ He looks in pain, in a way. Or sad. But it’s beautiful, when people cry.” you sighed, looking up at Steve in wonder. As if he was the angel who had flown in, had come and saved the day.

“We’re all in pain, are we not? But many of us shape that pain into beauty.” he nodded, hand reaching up to wrap a finger around a stray curl that had draped across your cheekbone.

You leaned into his gentle touch, though his hands were calloused. His hands were beautiful, as you could tell they had been in pain. They had carried weights they shouldn't have had to carry. You felt safe with Steve, despite his dark demeanour.

He was soft with you. Gentle.

“What’s your name?” he whispered, as if he was unsure if he should be asking. “Y/N.” you smiled, glancing back over to the altars, peering at the candles that continued to burn, wax dripping and spilling onto the tables. “I’m Steve.”

A pretty name, for a pretty man… you thought.

You had to focus on something, anything else but those blue orbs that threatened to swallow you whole. Or you’d drown. And you weren't so sure you’d want to be saved.

“I’ve never seen you around before, angel.”

Angel.

The name alone was enough to send shivers down your spine, despite the mugginess of the dry summer heat. “ The door was closed. I opened it. Now I’m here.”

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Now I’m here.

Those words rang through his head like the bell in the tower, striking at six. Twelve. Nine. Then six again.

Somehow, through the endless amounts of prayers he had whispered to the universe, to the gods and goddesses, you had appeared. He had begged for salvation.

You, it seemed, were just that.

Steve saw you each time he slid through those old rustic wooden doors, standing in front of that very statue, by the burning candles and crosses.

Almost as if you were waiting for him.

It was never on a Sunday, but a Wednesday, an empty chapel day. The day of expression, and communication. Steve often would slide up behind you, as he did the very first meeting, intertwining your hand with his with a gentle squeeze.

Some days he would tug you along, sliding into a pew with you to hold you closer, or he’d take you through the back way- to the overgrown gardens. Other days, it was the two of you staring at the stained glass, or the statues, in silence.

You liked both days. You liked any days you could be with Steve.

“You know I’m not even religious?” you had told him one day, stretching your legs in front of you from your seat on the wooden bench, flexing your feet. He had just raised his eyebrow. “Why were you here then angel?” Steve had asked as you toyed with his shirt.

“I was following a little white cat, but he left before I could pick him up. He led me here. Then you showed up, so I stayed.”

Steve had liked that answer. He had liked it a whole lot.

Wednesday meetings had turned into Wednesday and Friday meetings. Then Saturday. Then Sunday.

Those meetings had changed from the church’s grounds to little cafes and parks, old Hollywood cinemas and roller rinks. Those “meetings” had turned into dates.

And one of the dates turned into Steve sweeping you up in his arms under the pale moonlight, pouring his very heart and soul into a kiss that left you dizzy.

Now the two of you were here.

Here, on his bed, the golden sunlight streaming down on Steve in rays, like they did in the chapel- showcasing the strands of rich honey in his beard. You were sleeping soundly on his chest, rising and falling with his breathing as he propped up against the headboard, petting your hair lovingly.

Even in sleep, you clutched to him tightly, as if you were scared he’d leave you.

Steve learned very early that your love language was touch. Innocent touches.

Everything about you was innocent.

You were attached to him at the hip, always holding him in some manner, or tending to him, whether that was playing with his hair or kissing his neck, leaving little smears of your lipgloss on his skin.

Nothing more than that though.

You had told him early on in the relationship you were a virgin, and you had wanted to take things slow, as you weren't used to getting attention- only giving it. Steve was completely fine with this of course, knowing your soul was much too innocent, too pure to be handled by anyone else.

Steve wanted nothing more than to take care of you, to love and cherish you. But sometimes, his thoughts would turn south. He hated himself for it, he truly did. But how could he think clearly, with you looking like that?

So beautiful, so innocent and carefree.

Sliding his hand down, he slowly brushed your back, resting his hand gently on your ass, squeezing tenderly.

“Mmm…” you stirred in your sleep, readjusting yourself as he chuckled. “Little steps for a little girl hmm?” he cooed, patting your flesh softly as his hand made its way back to your back, rubbing circles as he listened to your calm breathing, your body still deep in its slumber.

He wanted to corrupt you.

He wanted his darkness, his desires and needs to fill you to the brim, until you were spilling over with want and neediness.

Little steps Steve. Little steps.

“Don’t worry angel, we’ll get you all trained for me soon.”

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It had started off on the couch, on a rainy Tuesday afternoon. You listened to the sound of the rain pattering down the windows blending with the vinyl that spun on the vintage player.

Perched upon Steve's lap, you watched him intently, drumming your figures against his lean biceps, your nails giving him a soothing scratch. You looked so little, so fragile as he seated you on top of him, and he adored it.

He was hesitant to do what he was about to do, but all logical thoughts left his brain as you peered up at him, doe eyes wide.

“Can you open your mouth for me please angel?” he asked gently. You tilted your head, eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

Open your mouth? Why would he want you to open your mouth?

He wasn't helping you brush your teeth, and he wasn't spooning ice cream between your plump lips.

Despite this, you obeyed, mouth opening slightly. You listened to Steve, you knew that he knew what was best for you. He had reminded you time and time again, and you were thankful for it. Steve could sense your hesitation, watching you part your lips only slightly.

“Good girl!” he smiled, seeing your cheeks flush, your thighs shifting as you squirmed in delight at the praise.

He knew about it since the very first meeting, sensing your body language whenever he would compliment you, or praise you for your actions.

God, he couldn't wait to tap into that even more.

“Wider.. atta girl.” he cooed, slipping his two fingers past your parted lips, making your eyes widen in surprise. “Just trust me baby okay? You’re doing such a good, good job. Just suck on em, justttt like that.” he murmured, watching as you slowly relaxed your jaw, hollowing your cheeks as you sucked on his fingers like a pacifier.

Your eyelids felt heavy as you sucked, swirling your tongue around his digits. It was relaxing, you realised. You didn't know why exactly he was making you do this, but you couldn't complain about how it was making you feel.

“What a big girl eh? Doin it all by herself.” he smiled as you moved your hands to wrap around his wrist. He slid his fingers out with a soft pop!, watching the string of your saliva stick to his fingers from your lips.

“Good girl angel. My beautiful angel.” he said, kissing your neck as you giggled, praising you until you were a squirming mess.

Rewarding you.

It became a daily routine, those little moments of serenity. Positive reinforcement- is what it was called, he discovered. Gifting you little rewards, things you liked whenever you did what he asked, so you’d do it more, and more.

It worked, and it worked well.

Pretty soon, you’d trot up to Steve at the same time everyday, perching up on his lap to take his fingers. He’d slowly push them deeper and deeper, so you’d be ready for him, on your knees.

But not to pray. Never to pray.

Steve tried it with other things, like calling him daddy. What you were supposed to be calling him.

It had slipped out when the two of you were having a heated makeout session, his hand tangled in your hair as teeth and tongues clashed. “Stev-”

“It’s Daddy to you angel. Only Daddy, mkay?” You had nodded slowly, bringing your hand up to touch your swollen lips. “Daddy?” He had just smiled. “Yes angel, daddy. Makes me so happy, when you call me that.” He slid his hands up your skirt, knuckles brushing your inner thighs, making you purr like a kitten.

So far, his tactics had been working like a charm. You had been obeying him, trailing him around the house just for the small chance you’d be able to play with his large, veiny hands, or be able to wrap your arms around his torso and squeeze him like a teddy bear.

You had even begun to call him daddy without even realising it, the name slipping out of your mouth as smooth as silk. Little did you know hard you made him each time, your little actions causing him to grind against you subtly.

It was torture. The sin that littered his thoughts whenever you neared, whenever the sweet, sickly smell of your arousal clung to his skin, making it heat and burn.

Steve needed release. He needed it now.

You were already in a vulnerable state of mind at the time, the hour growing late, your body tired and limp. He watched you from his armchair in the corner of the bedroom, exhaling the cigarette smoke from between his lips, watching it vacate through the opened window as the curtains swayed gently in the cool night breeze.

You watched him intently, legs clenching together at the sight of him manspreading, head lolled back against the soft velvet. “Can I have a drag?” you asked sweetly, shuffling up on your knees, the bed dipping slightly under your weight.

“Little girls like you don't get cigs angel. They’re not good for you.” he chuckled, watching you pout. “But you get them!” you huffed. He tapped his smoke on the edge of the ash tray, letting the stray ash fall as he shifted up from his seat.

He made his way across the room in two strides, sliding the cigarette between your parted lips. You inhaled deeply, smoke feeling your lungs, choking you. You coughed and spat as you exhaled, the smog burning your throat.

“See? It’s yucky.” he smirked, putting out the but. “Why’d you let me then?” you asked, wincing at the stale taste.

“Cause you gotta learn angel. When I tell you no, it means no. For good reason at that.” he laughed, flicking your nose with a smile.

“Hmph.” you huffed, forgetting about the bitter taste as he lightly pushed you down upon the silk sheets, making your hair sprawl out around you. “You’re so beautiful angel.” he whispered, hand coming up to cup your cheek, thumb rubbing your bottom lip, tugging it down occasionally.

“Yeah daddy?” you blushed, feeling your core heat at the praise, your body going taut under his touch as you shifted your thighs together for friction.

It didn't go unnoticed by Steve. He smirked.

“Yeah, angel. Such a beautiful, beautiful girl for me. My girl.” he emphasised, breath getting caught in his throat as you slipped his thumb in your mouth, sucking on it softly as you peered up at him innocently.

“Wanna be your good girl.” you smiled, licking the saliva off his thumb as your hands came up to brush the hair that curled at the back of his neck, the strands soft as silk between your fingers. “You wanna be my good girl? Then can you answer something for me? Truthfully? You know daddy doesn't like lies.”

You nodded, eyes wide.

“Do you get those tingles around me angel? The ones you told me about earlier, the ones that make you feel all warm n fuzzy?” he cooed, biting his lip as you nodded, squirming under him. “Can you show daddy where?”

You grabbed his hand, guiding it down to your quivering cunt, sliding it under the slip of your nightgown. “R’here daddy.” you whined, moaning as he tapped his two fingers against your clit.

“Oh angel, you’re awfully wet. Is this all for me?” he tsked, grinning as you bucked your hips up into his touch, tugging his hair tighter. “S’all for you daddy…”

“You gonna let daddy make it all better? S’not good for little girls like you to be gettin this all worked up.” he pouted, mock sympathy dripping from his words like acid.

“Want you to fix it daddy, make me all better. Please?” you whispered, lapping up each drop of the stinging liquid that dripped from his tongue like a woman starved.

“How could I say no to a pretty face like that?” he smiled, stroking your cheek, his hands tracing over the plains and valleys of your body, watching your breasts perk up, nipples pebbling from under the sheer white lace of your dress.

“Mmm daddy whatta doin?” you asked timidly, curious to what the man above you was doing, his hands resting on your thighs. “Gonna make it all better angel. Now be a good girl and present to daddy, attaaa girl.” he cooed as you allowed him to spread your legs apart and flip your nightgown up, revealing your soaked panties to him.

“Just a dumb lil baby arent you? I gotta do everything for you?” You shook your head, watching as he began to slide the flimsy fabric down, down, down past your thighs to the tips of your toes.

“S’fine, you know I like takin care of you angel eyes. But tonight, I’m gonna take these-” He dangled the thong from his fingers, setting it down on the bedside table beside him. “And I’m goin stroke my cock with em, and you’re goin watch angel. Then, after daddys got his cream all over em, I’m gonna shove it between those pretty little lips of yours, okay?”

You nodded, purely dumbfounded. This side of Steve, you had never seen before. Not that you were complaining- of course. You were just… new to this.

Very new.

“Yes daddy.”

“Good girl angel. You’re never gonna leave this house unless you got my cum in your panties, gotta stuff you full of me allll the time.” he grinned, pupils blown as he took in your beautiful body, all splayed out for him.

Like an angel.

You whimpered as he took his fingers, running the digits across your slit, watching you clench around air as he teased you. “This is mine now, okay angel? My fuckhole. It’s daddys property now.”

You moaned at his words alone, your head lolling against the sheets as he slid off his shirt, the dim glow of the candles making his chiselled abs gleam faintly. The sight had you sucking in air through your teeth, his muscles flexing as he bent your legs causing you to spiral.

“Are we gonna do what we always do? With your fingers?” you begged, hiccuping as he patted your puffy folds tenderly with the palm of his hand. “Something so much better baby. You’re gonna love it so much, it’ll make the tingles feel all better. Daddys here now, takin care of you just like he should.”

You watched as he unbuckled his belt, the jangle of it making you jump as he shrugged off his jeans and boxers, exposing his hard, aching cock to you.

“ It's so big daddy!” you whispered, watching as he smirked in delight. “S’not gonna fit in there…” you trailed off, gasping as he rubbed his cock against your soaked folds, moaning as he tapped your clit firmly, his precum mixing with your juices.

“Oh we’ll make it fit angel. How else is daddy supposed to take care of you hmm?” You whimpered, watching as he neared your entrance.

“Daddy m’scared.” you confessed, gripping his bicep tightly, crescent moons forming across his soft, smooth skin as he ever so slowly pushed the tip in.

“Shhh, shh that's a good girl. I know you’re scared angel but daddys here now, that's it honey.” he praised, slowly easing in, stretching you as you cried out. “You gotta relax for me angel, or else it won't feel good to you. And we don't want that do we? Daddy's little fucktoy needs to feel good.” he cooed, encouraging you to take deep, shaky breaths as you allowed him to fill you up, your walls hugging him like a glove.

“Daddy s’big-” you cried, tears falling from your doe eyes, sliding down your flushed cheeks as he seating himself fully in you.

“This is how it's gonna be from now on angel, I gotta keep you filled all the time. You gotta keep daddy nice and warm.” he teased, leaning down to brush a soft, tender kiss on your cheeks, lapping up the salty tears that lay there.

“You’re doing so well for me baby. I’m so proud of you.” he whispered, tenderly kissing along your jaw as he slid out slowly, making you gasp. “Proud of me-e?” you asked, moaning as he thrusted slowly back into you, his hips picking up an easy rhythm as you threw your head back in pleasure.

“So proud angel. Hey, hey eyes on me okay? I’m right here, I’m with you angel. We’re gonna go to heaven together, you and I.”

“S’good daddy. Feels so good-d.” you hiccuped, the pain turning to pleasure as your legs trembled, muscles turning limp as he rocked into you, hissing at the way you’d clench around him tightly.

“Told you I’d make you feel good angel eyes. D-daddy always knows.” his breath caught as your nails raked down his arms, tugging him even closer as you wrapped your legs around his waist. “Wanna fill you full, stuff you full of my cum. You want that angel?”

“Yes oh gods!” you screamed, heavenly fire caressing and licking down your spine as your core churned, the feelings of pure pleasure overwhelming your senses.

“Cum for me angel. Cum for daddy.” he whispered, voice husky in your ear, echoing off the walls as you wailed his name in bliss.

You shattered under him, the pieces of you snapping off with each thrust, glistening on the sheets like broken glass. It was heaven, the way he made you feel. Your orgasm escaped you with a gentle tug, your vision turning starry as Steve’s hips shuttered.

“Fuck angel… look attcha, milkin me dry.” he cooed, watching your juices squirt on his cock, coating him. “Daddy need you-” you moaned, screaming as his grip harshened, a final thrust before he came with a grunt of your name, followed by endless praises.

“Oh angel, my sweet angel…” he whispered, watching your body shake and squirm under him, your breath coming in short little gasps from the stimulation your body just endured.

He was so proud of you. So proud of his little girl for taking him all, for pleasing him.

“We’re gonna get you on your knees soon honey okay? Just like mass.”

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pixiexdusts-world · 1 year

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Incorrect quote

Bucky: What does ‘take out’ mean?

Steve: Food.

Sam: Date.

Natasha: Murder.

Y/n: IT CAN MEAN ALL THREE IF YOU’RE NOT A COWARD!

#marvel x reader #marvel x you #marvel x y/n #marvel x gender neutral reader #marvel #marvel superheroes #mcu #mcu incorrect quotes #marvel mcu #mcu x y/n #mcu x you #mcu x reader #bucky barnes x you #steve rodgers x you #sam wilson x you #natasha romanoff x you #stucky #sambucky #winterwidow

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louwaffles · 1 year

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Y/N: Steve, I love you. You are the only one who’s been able to melt my cold heart.

Steve: I know and I love you too—

Y/N: You’re the kindest and sweetest boyfriend in the—

Steve: Babe, what did you do?

Y/N: Nothing—

Steve: What did you—

*Loud explosion outside and ground shakes*

#steve rodgers x you #steve rogers imagines #steve rogers incorrect quotes #avengers imagines #avengers x reader #avengers x y/n #incorrect quotes #incorrect marvel quotes #incorrect avengers quotes #marvel incorrect quotes #avengers incorrect quotes #steve rogers x you #steve rogers x reader #captain america x reader #captain america x y/n #steve rogers x y/n

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shymeow · 7 months

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hmmmm any one of ur favs being a cg and taking you paci shopping, them holding you in their arms and helping you pick your paci,,, and while yall are out, you were so good! you get a new toy as a reward! dada/mama taking you to the toy aisle and telling you to pick one, them just showing you all the different toys and you're just so excited!!! so many options, dada/mama will help! "you can choose between these two baby"

Ooooh this is so sweet !!!!!! Absolutely in love with cg with this vibes yesssss !

𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐬 𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 . . !

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Steve Rodgers x fem ! lil ! reader

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 (?): Pacifiers and public spaces (it's just the store, no one interacts with you both, but it's just to be safe). If I missed any, pls warn me !

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You were sooo well behaved while out buying pacis that dada allowed you to choose between toys !!

"C'mon sweetie, choose between them." Steve was with two toys, a mini strawberry kitchen and a strawberry cutie dresser both that you couldn't decide between, but Steve was patient just letting you decide which one you wanted.

"Bu' daddy they too cute!! Can' decide.." You put your little hands in your eyes, not wanting to decide between the toys in daddy's hands.

"Oh sweetie I know is hard to choose, but you need to choose just one, okay?"

"... 'Mkay ..." You looked at them again, passing two difficult minutes to decide between them. "Can I get dis?" You pointed at the strawberry kitchen.

"Yes we can baby. That's it, it wasn't so hard hm? If you stay being a good girl maybe I'll give you the cutie dresser, yeah?" You clapped hands happily at his words, happily walking to the cashier while daddy tried to hold the whole box of the mini kitchen.

"Fank ou daddy!" You kissed your daddy's cheek, he letting out a smile contently.

"You're very welcome, sweetie."

#age regression #age regressor #agere blog #sfw agere #x little!reader #agere caregiver #sfw caregiver #sfw interaction only #sfw little community #sfw littlespace #steve rogers #steve rodgers imagine #steve rodgers x you #little space #marvel #the avengers #meowrites

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acriminalmind · 1 year

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Shuttle Run Test

Gym Teacher Steve Rodgers x Male Student Reader

Summary: You should have done the shuttle run test because then you would have discovered that you don't have the condition to outrun your gymnastic teacher, mister Rodgers.

Warnings: Darkfic, Manhunt through school, TopDom Steve Rodgers, blood non-con, smut, anal, oral, masturbating, cum feeding, degradation, slight praise, Master kink, pet names, manipulating, dirty talk, nude photo's, mentions of the shuttle run test for those who hate them just as much as I do.

Let me know what you think.

Enjoy!

When you heard that during the next gym class, your class was due for the annual shuttle run test the decision of skipping that particular lesson had been one of the easiest you had ever had to make. You loathed running. Every time you saw someone in sports clothes run down the street where you live you thought that they were out of their damn mind. Not in a million years would you voluntarily run. If you would be in one of those horror movies where a random dude with a hockey mask was trying to murder you with a butcher knife it would be a very short one. The only thing you get out of running is pain in your feet. After the lesson you had before gym class, you packed your stuff out of your locker and walked out of the building towards your car and drove off to your favorite cafe.

When the sun had almost completely disappeared behind the buildings across the street you decided to go home, but not before you bought a piece of apple pie to go for your mom.

After you plopped down on your desk chair and logged in on your laptop you saw you had a new mail. Opening it you saw it was from your gym teacher mister Rodgers. He had noticed your absence in his class and wanted you to come by after class the next day to talk about you skipping his class and the consequences that it will bring you. You grunted at the message of the man you did not enjoy having as a teacher. In every one of his classes you attended, it felt like he purposely wanted you to fail. Others told you you were seeing things because someone like him would never do that. Just your luck that the teacher you hated was the one everyone else loved. The guys wanted to be him and the girls wanted to be with him. Every time you walked past a group of girls who were giggling about some inappropriate remark about mister Rodgers you wanted to hit your head against the lockers.

When you were done complaining to yourself you took notice that it was almost midnight and you probably should go to bed and try to sleep a few hours before your alarm would wake you up again for another miserable day at school.

The day went by fast. Taking a look at the clock in the right corner of the room you saw the current lesson you were in would only last around five more minutes before the bell would ring, signing to everyone that it was finally weekend.

Not for you at least. No, you still had to go to mister Rodgers to have an unwanted talk.

While everyone walked towards the exit, you walked in the opposite direction. After every step you took, the sounds of laughter and talking from your fellow students became quieter until everything became dead silent and only your footstep echoing through the long hallways and the buzzing sounds of the light could be heard.

When you arrived at mister Rodgers's office his door was closed. After knocking on the door you waited for his answer to come in which didn't last long. He was seated on his chair behind his desk, dressed in the gym clothes he wore in his classes. With his hand, he signaled for you to sit on the seat across from him. A sigh left your mouth when you did. For a few minutes, he was completely silent while he looked you up and down with dark eyes. His lurking eyes on you started to make you uncomfortable and you really wanted to go home so you cleared your throat in the hope he would say what he wanted to say to you. "You've been a bad boy, y/n. The shuttle run test is mandatory for all students and as far as I know, you're still one. Skipping it will not go unpunished." He stood up from his seat and walked until he stood behind you, placing his big hands on your shoulders. It felt like your shoulders were on fire so hot did you feel with him touching you. "You know, missing it costs you points for my class and you and I both know that you're already failing gym. If you want to go to that fancy university far away from here you need to up your game. It would be a shame if you won't get in because you were too damn lazy to run, isn't it?" You could feel your blood rush cold. Could you actually be denied because you failed gym class? It was your long life dream to study at (Your choice of university). You had it all planned out. In every other class, you were getting the highest scores. Gym would not ruin your future. "I could give you extra credit." He starts to massage your shoulders when he bows down and whispers something in your ear, his warm breath causing you to shiver. "Of course, I won't give you them for nothing, naughty boy." It all became too much for you to handle. Pushing his hands off your shoulders you jumped out of your seat and turned around to face him. You noticed his eyes were dark with lust. A dirty smirk was plastered on his bearded face. When your eyes glanced down you saw that something had awakened in him. "This can't be happening. I-I gotta go." As fast as you could you tried to reach the door, but a strong grip on your arm stopped you. Mister Rodgers pulled you against him and with his empty hand he gripped your throat, pulling your face close to his. "A rule-breaking mutt like you needs to learn what happens when you don't follow them. I will gladly show the consequences." Fear had taken over your body. But not only that, but embarrassedly you could also feel your little friend harden in between your legs. Suddenly he pushes his lips against yours and roughly kisses you. He squeezes your throat a little so you part your lips giving him access to push his tongue inside your mouth. It felt like you turned into stone and were glued to the floor. The honk of a car pulled you out of it and without thinking further you folded your right hand into a fist and hit mister Rodgers with all the power you had at that moment in his stomach. He let go of you and grabbed his stomach with a loud groan. Taking this chance you turn around and run out of his office. You could hear him scream your name in the distance, his voice laced with pain and anger.

You could see the doors leading to your freedom. The pain in your feet increased, but you did not dare to stop or slow down, not until you were safely in between the four walls of your home. Reaching out your hand to open the nearing doors of the school building, but every little bit of hope you had built up came crashing down when your body banged full force against the locked doors. Gripping at your face from the pain you backed off from the door. Looking at your hands you saw that there was blood on them. Your vision was a little hazy through the impact and you felt yourself wobbling on your feet. Bringing your blood-covered hands to the handles of the door you started pulling on them in the hope to get them to open, but to no avail. The first closest exit was three hallways away from you. Before you could turn to head toward that one your body was slammed against the doors. Your face was pushed hard against the cold metal and your hands were locked in a death grip. A heavy and dark voice whispers in your ear "you'll pay for that, mutt. I will break you until you're nothing more than a bitch boy for me to use as I please". With that said he starts dragging you toward the gymnasium. "I hope you've had enough to drink because I will make you sweat as you've never done before."

Entering the space, he threw your weakened body on a thick gym mat, ready to catch you. The air was knocked out of your body. The older and stronger man kneeled beside you and rips your shirt off of your body, throwing the torn piece somewhere behind him. Your jeans come off next, leaving you only in your grey boxers. He straddles your waist, making sure not to put too much weight on you. His large hands wrap around your throat and squeeze, enough to make breathing hard for you but not enough for you to pass out. Blood rushes toward your clothed and already semi-hard member that is now bumping against your teacher's ass. "I can feel your little cock poke against me, mutt. How cute" When you start to see black dots he releases your throat from his grip and stands up, ridding himself of his attire. His body is big, muscled, and covered in various tattoos. It's like god himself carved him from stone. His cock stands hard in his white Calvin Klein boxers but is soon released from its prison. "From now on I'm no longer just your teacher. I will be your master and you will call me by that. I do not care if we are in public you will call me by my title, do you copy?" He stares down at you daring you to deny it. With difficulty you plead with him to let you go, promising that you will not tell anyone about all this. A dirty smirk appears on his face, happy that you were already begging him, feeling himself getting even hornier because of it. "God, you're making me so hard by begging me. Keep going, mutt. Keep begging your master, but know it won't help you out of your deserved punishment. The only begging I will listen to is when you ask me to go harder and rougher. Soon you will" With his right hand, he pumps his cock, grunting at the sensation that goes through him. "Soon you will be the one doing this voluntarily in my office after school hours. I can't wait to cover you in my cum. You will look so dirty." He throws his head back and closes his eyes while pumping his cock faster. "Oh, god yes." Fear and pain had pinned you to the mat. You couldn't move. When he felt himself getting close to his first orgasm he walked towards you and kneeled besides your head, grabbing your jaw with his empty hand to force your mouth open. He smiled at you, showing his white teeth. "Show your master that you can do as your told and swallow all of my cum. If not, your punishment will be extended, you hear me?" Even though being almost unable to move your head through his grip you nodded your head. His hand strokes his large cock a few more times before strings of white start to come out of the tip. Your mouth was filled with it until it reached your lips, almost leaking out. "Swallow," he ordered once more. After staring at the man next to you for a few seconds while tears started to fill your eyes, you swallowed the white substance like he told you to. "Good boy," he complimented you with a darkness in his eyes you've never seen before. "Now let's continue our fun activities, shall we? I just can't wait to fill your other hole up with my cum."

He moves to the end of the mat where your feet are laying. Moving his hands to your boxers he hooks his long fingers underneath the fabric. In one fluent motion, he moves the only fabric that was still on your body off of it. The tip of your cock is covered in pre cum that slowly leaks onto the base. Mister Rodgers lowers his head and licks the juices off of it with a moan. "So sweet, unlike you." His eyes meet yours, but before you can get too lost in them he suddenly turns you onto your stomach. You can feel his hands take place on your ass, kneading them, spreading them apart. He collects saliva in his mouth before he lets it slowly drip from between his lips onto your hole. "Let your master feel how tight this little hole of you is." Slowly he inserts his index finger inside of you, moving around, loosening you up. "Gosh, you're so tight. How are you ever gonna take my cock?" Small whimpers leave your mouth at the intrusion. A second finger joins and together they start scissoring. When he hits a specific spot inside you you let out a particularly loud moan. "Enjoying this, mutt? This is nothing yet compared to what's to come next. I'm just being nice to you by preparing you so I can fuck you better. Remember I'm not doing this for you. This is all about your master's pleasure. You're just a toy for me to use."

When he deems you ready he retrieves his fingers and brings them to your mouth. "Lick them clean." Before you can even react to his demand he pushes his fingers between your lips. "Lick…Them…Clean…Mutt," he says again in a low growling voice when it takes you a second too long to move your tongue around his digits. As you lick his fingers clean tasting yourself on them, mister Rodgers starts fisting his cock in with his other hand. "Yeah, clean them, mutt. Make sure to get all of it." You gag when he suddenly pushes his fingers further down your throat. "Need you to prepare for the bigger work. Don't want you to disappoint me later when blowing me." A tear rolls off of your cheeks down onto the mat when you let out another gag. "Breath through your nose. I would have thought that a suck-up like you would have had some experience with this." It was all so confusing to you. You should not like this as much as you secretly did. This was wrong. His words should have hurt you, but they didn't. They were thrilling you and he was very aware of that. He knew what he was doing to you. He had all the power over you and you loved it even though you shouldn't. The gagging stopped as you listened to his advice and started breathing through his nose. "See, just like that. Just listen to your master and everything will be alright. You won't get hurt if you do as I say." Finally, he pulled out his fingers, drying them on your back. With the hand he was jerking himself off he brought his big veiny cock to your hole, pushing the tip against it. The stretch is painful when he pushes inside, but once the tip is in it turns into pleasure. The both of you moan in unity. Once he is fully in he lays his body fully on top of you, giving himself a moment to recover so he doesn't cum too soon. He wanted this to last longer than a minute. "I'm gonna ruin ya for everyone else, y/n. After this, you will never think of anyone else taking you but me. You will masturbate when I allow you to at the thought of me and I will haunt all your wet dreams." He kisses the side of your head before he hoists himself up onto his hands which are placed on each side next to your head and looks in between you at how his cock is penetrating you. Moving his hips he starts a slow rhythm. Pulling out, only leaving the tip, before sliding fully back in. This slow pace continues for a while leaving you wanting more.

It was almost too soft to hear. You could simply brush it off as a random sound. But he didn't. He heard it and wanted you to say it again. Stopping his pace he looked down at your face. Your eyes were closed and your mouth was agape. A little bit of drool pooled out of it, darkening the blue color of the mat underneath. "What was that?" His tone was kind and held fake confusion to it. He lowered his head closer to your mouth. Softly you said again, "P-please". "You need to be more specific, little boy. I can't help you if you don't use your words." For a few seconds the room was completely silent except for the heavy panting from the man on top of you, waiting for the words he was dying to hear come from you. "Please, harder. T-take me harder." You couldn't see it but the man above you had a grin of joy on his face. Before he did what the both of you wanted he wanted to hear you say it. The title. His title. That what you would call him from this moment on. "If you want me to go harder I want you to say it. One word, six letters. Who am I?" He gives you an encouraging thrust, hitting the right spot. "M-master," you answered with a timid voice. "You are my master." Finally. He had wanted you to call him that from the first moment, he laid his eyes on you two years ago when he first became your gym teacher. For two years he waited patiently for the right moment to stake his claim on you and make you submit to him. And now he would be rewarded by fucking you senseless after you begged him to. Too impatient to wait for a second longer he started his rough pace. His hips moved at an animalistic pace. Your moans combined with his grunts together with the sound of skin-on-skin slapping filled your ears. Tighly you gripped the edges of the mat while your master was pounding into you. "God, such a good cockslut for your master." He panted out. "Gonna fill you up nicely with my cum. You're gonna be nice a full all the time." One of his hands grips your neck and pushed your head deeper into the softness of the mat. "You will never get rid of me." You could feel yourself getting closer to your orgasm. Every hit of his cock against your prostate pushed you more towards your release. Your moans became louder. "Are you gonna cum for your master, y/n? Not without permission you're not. Beg me. Beg your master if you can cum." Tears of frustration stream down your eyes. "Please, I-I'm begging you. M-make me cum. C-can I cum, master?" Mockingly he laughs at your pleas. "Listen to yourself. So pathetic, begging to cum. But don't cry. I will let you cum, but only because I allowed you to." He threw his head back and closed his eyes. When you thought his thrusts couldn't get any rougher, they did. Your orgasm was so close. Just a few more thrusts and you would be in heaven. A very hard thrust did the deed and threw you off of the edge. The only things you saw were stars. Your master didn't stop yet, not until he had reached his orgasm as well and had filled you up like he said he would. He let out a loud growl when he did. You could feel the sticky liquid enter your awaiting hole, ready to accept every single drop. After he rode out his orgasm he dropped his full body weight on you. His mouth was close to your ear as he panted.

When he had cached his breath he pulled out and crawled off of you. You could hear his footsteps as he walked off to his bag at the side of the room and grabbed out his cell phone. Opening the camera app he walked back to your fucked out body and started to make pictures of your leaking hole. "Gorgeous," he mumbled. When he was satisfied with the pictures he was gonna enjoy later on, he helped you up to your knees. Your face was red and covered in dried tears. He stood in front of you and cupped the side of your head. You looked up at him with tired eyes. "Open up, little boy. You're gonna clean me off of your mess again." Without showing resilience you opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue. "Good boy," your master said before shoving his throbbing cock inside your mouth. With one hand he held the back of your head and with the other, he held his phone to film your every move. He made sure to film a close-up of his dick in between your plump lips. Slowly he pushed your head more towards his pubic bone so you would take more of him inside your mouth. When your nose hit his stomach his tip was far down your throat. For a few seconds he kept your head still, your lungs begging for air, but you didn't dare do anything that your master didn't order you to do. Soon he pulled your head back so you could breathe through your nose. "Good, remember what I said. Breathe, little boy. Breathe." Your head was moved at his desired pace, bringing him to a third orgasm. His eyes were on his phone, making sure to film every second of you blowing him. Still sensitive from his previous orgasms he soon reached the edge again. Before he can fill your mouth for a second time he takes out his cock and starts jerking it off, pointing the tip toward your face. "You're gonna look so good covered in cum. What will people think when they see you like this, huh? Such a boy whore." Your face is covered with his sticky cum, dripping slowly to your chest. He stops filming and makes a few more pictures for his collection. "You're mine. Missbehave and everyone will see what a bitch boy you are for me," he says darkly while motioning to his phone where you can see a map filled with sensitive photos of you.

There is nothing else to say to him but, "Yes master. I'm yours."

Onto The Next!

Masterlist One, Two

#fanfic #marvel #dark fic #steve rodgers smut #dark steve rogers #captain america #dark steve x you #steve rodgers x male reader #steve rodgers x you #steve rodgers x reader

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thewriterg · 6 months

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𝐢 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨

pairing(s); steve rodgers x gn!reader, captain america x villain!reader

summary; You were a villian he was a hero it wasn’t going to work but Steve begged to differ —angstober day; 13—

word count; 200ish

warning(s); arguing, heart break, blurb, pet names, vampire reader, and language

A/n:—GIFs; @miserable-sarah & @possession1981— something short because I’m not at home

You drunk against the skin cells of a human your eyes peering up at the dirty blonde who stood in front of you his blue eyes glaring into yours while you held eye contact with Americas hero your smirk showing no remorse in your actions your eyes crimson veins traveling u see your eyes

“You can’t keep doing this Y/n!” Steve scolded you as you dropped the man you were feeding from dead before he hit the floor you stood to the shield wielding man with a tilt of you head before you spoke

“This is in my nature Captain, this is how I survive” You reminded and he sucked in a sharp breath at the fact his instinct telling him to end this to take you and turn you but his heart simply didn’t allow it

“I love you Y/n but there other alternatives to this,” He stretched an arm out to the scene of the dead body in your living room as you sighed you knew he would try it sooner or later

“We’ve had a good run Rodgers” You sighed patting the man on the cheek as his mouth went agape falling into that ‘o’ shape you often looked at in the comfort of your bedroom on top of his hips

“W-what this doesn’t have to to be over! Come on darling this isn’t over, you’re going to let a misunderstanding destroy us?” He tried to reassure himself more than he tried to reassure you his head spinning in different ways

“My heart can’t beat for you since it’s stop beating”

#🦇𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑;𝐆 #Steve Rodgers #steve rodgers x reader #steve rodgers x you #vampire!reader #avengers x reader #avengers x you #spooktober #flufftober #angstober #kinktober #romance #angst #avengers angst #fem!reader #i love you #thewriterg #2023

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sunnylands-world · 1 year

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Breakfast

Board inspired by the one I saw @fvckinghenrycavill do

Pairing: husband Chris Evans x fem reader

Summary: just fluff you making Chris breakfast Bring it to him after he's been working all morning

Word count: 701

Warnings: none!

A/n: I had to write the sexist man alive a fic because I absolutely adore him

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You had been sitting on the sofa in you and Chris's shared house looking out the open doors letting in the sunlight. Your place was mostly made of wood. You found it comforting to look out and see the tall green trees, your Christmas tree was one of them. It stood tall decorated with the ornaments you had hung up with Chris's help of course. You were so excited when he had brought it home. You had grown quite bored after a few hours since Chris was working on a project and the dogs were resting in there beds near the door. It wasn't that you were neglected by Chris, you just missed his attention.

You couldn't for the life of you understand why they'd given your husband a job around Christmas anyway. You had just been in his office checking in on him from time to time. He was deeply concentrated on what he was doing, so much so that he didn't move his eyes to look your way when you entered. You understood he was busy so left to give him space; that was over an hour ago and you couldn't help but worry a bit since he hadn't come down to eat but you really didn't want to disturb him while he was working. It made you a bit anxious, though Chris wasn't the type to blow a fuse if you did go talk to him, that was just how you were. You sat for a moment debating on whether or not you should go ask him to come eat but you quickly shut the questions out; you are his wife! you could make him food.

You nodded as If confirming it as you made your way to the kitchen. "Eggs and bacon are fine" you mumbled, pulling the carton and pack from the fridge, reaching for a pan and throwing the items on the stove. Chris was typing away on his computer when the smell filled the space. He looked up for a second, had you been cooking yourself something he thought while looking over his laptop. "Good she remembered to eat" he said to himself and went back to work content with the fact that you were taking care of yourself. A few hours passed while you cooked everything before plating it. You decided half way through to make hot chocolate with a candy cane resting in the mug, a few marshmallows floating on the steaming liquid as you carried the plate up the steps to him.

You pushed the door all the way open admiring your husband and how attractive he looked, focused on his task before knocking as lightly as you could with the food in your hand."Chris" you called softly and he looked up at the sound of your voice, a warm smile on his face at the sight of you. "Oh honey, you made me breakfast," he said, reaching for you as you walked to him, you nodded. "I wasn't sure if you'd want to come down so I made it and brought it to you" you say as you sit it down. "and you made hot chocolate!" He beamed, causing you to giggle while nodding. Chris had always been so adorable to you, he had a child like nature to him at times that never failed to melt your heart.

"You're the best. I wouldn't know what to do without you angel" he said, pulling you in his lap as he pressed kisses to your entire face, his beard tickling your skin making your nose scrunch up. He pulled back, blue ocean eyes looking at you with adoration and love. You smile at him, the look reminding you of the first time you saw him. He looked at you like you held the stars and the moon in your grasp. "I love you" he said in a haze, taking in your beauty like a fine art piece as his eyes searched your face. Your eyelashes flutter as the familiar butterflies and heart ache feeling fills you. You kiss him gently as you cup his face letting your eyes shut, his lips move with yours passionately. "I love you more" you say, pulling back.

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Dancing In The Moonlight (Steve Rogers x Female!Reader)

A/N: University classes started again today so I didn't have all that much time to write anything. But I did spare a few minutes to write a little blurb/drabble that's been stuck in my head after listening to Dancing in The Moonlight, one of my favorite songs. I hope it's okay for my first Rogers imagine. x

Summary: Steve wakes up in the middle of the night and finds you in the kitchen being your adorable little self while making a snack.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female!Reader

Warnings: Just a lil dash of late night cuteness with Steve.

Length: 711 words

Steve rolls over in bed, his arm outstretched and seeking the warmth of your naked body.

“Mmm,” he groans a little, his fingers feeling around your side of the bed.

If there is one thing that Steve Rogers absolutely needs on his first night home from one of his missions, it’s you wrapped up in his arms while he sleeps.

He mumbles your name sleepily, his fingers still feeling around for you.

Steve’s blue eyes flutter open when he realizes that you’re not lying beside him.

Confused, he sits up and looks around in the darkness of the bedroom.

That’s when he hears it—the soft music that’s coming from down the hallway of your small, shared apartment. He glances over at the clock on his bedside table. The glowing red numbers on the clock state that it’s a quarter past midnight. Swinging his long legs over the side of the bed, his bare feet hit the cold, hardwood floors. Steve stands up, pulls on a pair of his khaki colored sweatpants over his naked lower body and does a quick little stretch before padding out of the bedroom, following the sound of the music.

We get it almost every night,

When that moon is big and bright,

It's a supernatural delight,

Everybody's dancin' in the moonlight...

He’s led towards the kitchen and that’s exactly where he finds you.

Steve can’t help the grin that tugs at the corners of his lips when he takes in the sight before him.

You’re standing there at the kitchen counter, slowly bobbing your head back and forth and side to side along to the beat of the song that’s playing from your phone’s speaker. All the while, you’re making yourself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich to eat. You look too precious for words to describe in nothing but one of his white t-shirts, your hair pulled up into a careless, messy ponytail at the very top of your head. You’re singing along quietly to the lyrics as you finish up making your little midnight snack.

He leans against the doorframe, his arms crossed over his muscular, bare chest as he watches you set the knife you’re using down on the counter and slap the two pieces of bread together.

You pick your sandwich up from your plate and do a little spin, swaying your hips and dancing to the music as you happily take the first bite.

Dancin' in the moonlight,

Everybody's feelin' warm and bright,

It's such a fine and natural sight,

Everybody's dancin' in the moonlight...

“Ahem,” Steve clears his throat loudly from the doorway.

Startled, you let out a little yelp, whirl around and freeze, your eyes going wide.

“Enjoying yourself there, sweetheart?” He asks, his grin widening as he approaches you.

“Jesus Christ! You scared me, Steve!” You hiss at him. You then realize what time it is and a look of guilt crosses your delicate features. “Oh I’m so sorry, did I wake you up? I honestly thought that I had the volume down low enough in here—”

You reach for your phone to turn the music off and Steve stops you. “No it’s okay. I woke up on my own,” he assures you. “I reached over for you and you were gone.”

“I was hungry,” You tell him, sheepishly holding up your food. You always have one hell of an appetite after Steve spent an entire evening ravaging you in bed, especially on his first night home from a mission. He could go multiple rounds and often left you spent, not to mention starving. You take another bite and offer it to him. “Want some?”

Steve takes a quick bite of it and then gives you a soft kiss on the lips. “C’mere,” he says, taking your free hand in one of his. The other goes to your waist as he starts to sway along to the music with you. Appropriately enough, the moonlight is streaming in through the kitchen window, illuminating the room as he dances with you. “Great song choice, by the way.”

“Steve!” You giggle his name, almost dropping your sandwich as he twirls you around.

“God, I’m so damn happy to be home,” Steve tells you, grinning as he spins you again.

#steve rogers fic #steve rogers #steve rodgers imagine #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers x y/n #steve rogers x you #captain america #steve rogers blurb #steve rogers x female reader #steve rogers x f!reader #Spotify #steve rodgers x reader #steve rogers drabble #steve rodgers x you

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Chapter 7 - Breakfast

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“So?” Bucky asked “Would you like to come down for breakfast or do you want me to bring something up for you?”

“I really should try and make an effort” you smiled.

After you had dressed Bucky held out his arm “Ready?” he asked.

“Not at all” you stated, grabbing his elbow and letting him lead you down to the kitchen.

As you approached the kitchen you could hear the voices coming from within. You felt your breath catch in your throat and you stopped.

“Hey, we don't have to do this “Bucky tried to comfort you.

“I want to” you replied “I need to” you tried to calm your breathing.

As you entered the room Wanda exclaimed “Y/n thank goodness you’re here I could do with the help “

“You don't have to go “Bucky whispered.

“It’s okay” You squeezed his arm gently, but if I scratch the tip of my nose you better come save me” you whispered as you walked away, and all he could do was chuckle as you walked away.

As you walked towards Wanda she hugged you tightly “Making pancakes for this lot is exhausting she laughed “ but I wouldn’t have it any other way” She smiled.

“You do this every day?” you asked in disbelief.

“Oh no” she laughed “Twice a month, we try and get together as a team and believe me that’s enough”

As you and Wanda worked together in the kitchen you glanced over to Bucky who seemed to be having some kind of disagreement with Steve. But your thoughts were cut off when Wanda examined “I think we have finally made enough for everyone” she smiled at you.

You helped her bring everything over to the table and the whole team settled down.

Bucky saved a seat between him and Steve and as he bit into a pancake he leaned into you “Doing okay doll?”

“I’m okay James,” you said lowly.

“You know y/n, these are some of the best pancakes I have had,” Steve said, making you blush.

“Thank you, Captain Rodgers,” you said quickly not entirely sure what was happening.

“Steve please” he smiled down at you.

As breakfast finished you felt overwhelmed and made your way to Wanda and Nat

“I’m so sorry, but I really need to go” you whispered.

They looked at you concerned and releasing your social battery had run low they shouted to the rest of the team, “Right, Wanda and Y/n made breakfast so everyone else is on cleaning duty” Then they each linked an arm and walked you to your room.

“I’m so sorry“ you began.

“Nope you don’t get to say that, you did such a great job today, it’s gonna take time“ Nat replied nudging you and smiling.

The three of you sat in your room chatting for a while, then came a knock on the door.

“Come in” Nat shouted.

Bucky cautiously opened the door, “Hey just wanted to make sure you were okay, but I see you in good hands” As he went to leave Wanda shouted to him “Hey Buck, Nat and I have some things to do you want to sit with our girl here”

he looked at you looking for reassurance. When you nodded and smiled at him, he quickly replied “Of course” his eyes never leaving yours, matching your smile.

Nat nudged you and laughed “We are so talking about this later”

When they left he plopped himself down on your bed “So what we watching doll?”

“I’m thinking Jason and the Argonauts “ you replied “What do you think?”

“Perfect” he answered and lay on the bed beside you.

As you settled in a knock came at the door and you looked at Bucky surprised.

“Who is it?” he asked.

“Steve” came the answer and Bucky groaned “What do you want punk?”

“James” you scolded”

Steve opened the door showing a bottle of wine and a few glasses “I heard you were watching a movie thought I could bring refreshments”

“Of course” you smiled and he made himself comfortable on the bed handing you each a glass.

“Are you sure?” you asked.

“What do you mean, Are we sure what?” Steve asked looking very confused.

You lowered your head, realising what you had done.

“I’m sorry” you replied quietly “just habit I guess” hoping they wouldn’t ask any more questions.

“Doll, what is it?” Bucky softly asked squeezing your thigh lightly “You can tell us.”

“I just always needed permission to drink alcohol,” you said feeling so embarrassed and ashamed.

“Well you don’t need permission from us” Steve replied trying to make you feel better but you could tell there was an underlying hint of anger there.

“Sorry,” you replied, annoyed you had made him angry.

“Y/n we could never understand what you went through or what John did to you but we never want you to apologise to us just for asking a question, Am I clear?”

“Yes Captain Rodgers” you nodded lightly.

Steve leaned down so he could whisper in your ear “You know Y/n if you keep calling me Captain Rodgers I’m not going to be responsible for what happens next” he smiled mischievously at you. All you could do was swallow and nod and let your imagination decide what he meant.

Steve sat up “ Right are we ready to watch this movie and he poured the wine into the glasses.

“Thank you Steve this is very sweet” you smiled up at him.

“No problem at all princess “ he replied squeezing himself up against your side making you very aware you were now trapped between the two men..... WAS IT ALWAYS THIS HOT IN THE ROOM.

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flordeamatista · 2 years

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𝗞𝗶𝘀𝘀 𝗠𝘆 𝗦𝗸𝗶𝗻

pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

concept: Steve fires your body with kisses

word count: 640

warnings: poetic smut without plot, kisses, oral (f receiving)

a/n: I had originally planned to write a different fic but my mind took a different turn. I suppose it will work. Steve needs our love. I appreciate you checking it over and approving the daydreams to share @lunarbuck

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To love you like this, I'm walking in your footsteps, running after your footprints in my heart that became permanent

You notice Steve approaching from behind you. You close your eyes as his breath caresses your neck. His kisses spread warmth across your skin. Your breath becomes obstructed in your throat.

He delicately kisses your neck as you tip your head to one side. His tongue expresses the ways he adores you.

He grabs your hips and pulls you into himself. His arms wrap around you and he declares his love for you. His beaming smile and the words "I love you" fill your heart with joy. His arms tighten, and your smile appears. His lips are tender and soft, but they have power. He expects you to give him your full attention. The tenderness and kisses on his lips demand your touch and attention.

Kiss my skin like its your last time

He kisses you and slowly backs you up to the edge of the bed. Steve pulls off your dress and sees the beauty that lies beneath it. He lingers his hand on your breast and caresses it as he says, "beautiful." You smile. The anticipation of his touch awakens your nipples. He removes the bra clasp from behind you. As he removes it, he kisses your shoulder lovingly. He kisses you again, but this time he places you on the edge of the bed.

When you gaze at him, his arms are wrapped around your waist and he buries his face in your chest. He breathes into your body. "Mmmm, my love," he says. You moan as his mouth touches your breast and plays with it.

Your glances and your touches already know what my soul needs after living and breathing for so long.

Grabbing his hair, you pull him close to you. Feeling his warmth on your skin, you close your eyes. It is a wonderful sensation. His touch is always soothing to the soul. You feel his tongue trail down your body as you are pushed into the bed. You feel his tongue running farther down your body.

He rises up and removes his shirt. Your attention is focused on him. You are overcome with awe when you see his beauty. Your gaze is drawn to his strong shoulders and muscular abdomen.

But your eyes with that look; finally captured me, and only you can save me

With your hand, you signal for him to come to you. Your head rests on the pillow. In the process of removing your panties, he smacks your hand away, kissing every inch of your hips and legs as he gracefully removes them.

A devilish grin spreads across his face and he starts to kiss you on the inside of your ankle, right up to the knee. The skin comes alive as he kisses it. Those kisses that drop onto your skin and being in his presence are the keys to feeling alive.

You can fire me your love

He finds the spot where you may feel the warmth of his affection. The way he slowly sucks it into his lips almost makes you gasp for breath. Your eyes continue to roll back into your head. Faster and deeper. "Cum." he says. His voice is as distant as the moon. In a flash of light, your whole body tense with hunger.

Your body craves him.

He raises your hips while fucking you with his tongue. Your entire body tenses, causing you to draw closer.

Your half-glazed gaze is lured to his ocean blue eyes.

It is always his name on your skin that will be your first and last love

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1800jjbarnes · 7 months

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◇ 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟕: 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 ◇

A Gift To You

【Synopsis】 : Your sweet boyfriend wanted to share a soft moment with you. But your neediness had other plans. So he decided to take matters into his own hands.

『W.C』 : 915

-> Genre: Ceo Au. Suggestive. Fluff.

Pairing: CEO!Steve x F.Reader

[Warnings] : Teasing. Clit stimulation. Clit play. Thigh riding. Humping. Some use of fingers. Pet names. Vibrating panties.

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There were two simple rules you had to obey whenever you were in the office with Steve. One, always sit on his lap or couch, wherever he could have contact with your body. And two stay quiet unless told otherwise. You see, your lover boy was a very busy man, and normally, if you came over to his work space, it was to drop off food or simply be in his company. But this time, you had headed over to his dimly lit office for another reason. A reason you would normally wait until he was home to ask for. But tonight was different. Tonight, you needed him so badly that you felt like you were going to combust.

So here you sit, perched so quietly on his lap while his fingers click on a keyboard behind you on the desk, and his other hand rakes the mouse at a vigorous pace. You tried to be still and not disturb him, but you couldn’t help but just re-adjust yourself every so often. Wiggling your hips side to side, raking your hands along his shoulders. You were losing willpower fast, and Steve seemed to take notice.

But he wanted to tease you a bit, or in this case, torture you a little. He loved seeing you squirm and become all shy when asking for what you wanted. And in this situation, he, too, was craving for the perfect attention. He quickly went back to touching up the emails he made before closing down everything.

He paused for a moment, thinking back at the way you stomped into the room in your cute little outfit he had bought for not long ago, huffing for cuddles―even though he knew you wanted more than a simple hug―. He thought of a new idea, one that would get you begging for him. So as he finished up his work, after what felt like an eternity. He could finally give his attention to you. “I wanna show you something.” His deep voice suddenly caught your attention, leaning up to see what he wanted.

He leant over to his draw on his desk to pull out a remote.

His smirk never fell from his face as he adjusted himself on the chair so you would only sit on one of his thighs. you didn’t notice the sudden position, thinking it was nothing more than him trying to be comfortable. But when he pressed a button on the little pink remote, you knew the filth he had done.

He had asked you to wear this new lingerie set for him, and you thought nothing about it. But little did you know, the panties we vibrating ones.

His hands dance around your hips as you close your eyes to bask in the music around you. He took this moment to lift up your skirt seeing your pink panties wet against his dark jeans. You didn’t even notice him pull your skirt up until his thumb made contact with your clit making the vibrationhit you harsher. “Like the gift huh?”

Your eyes snap open, locking with his in a second. Your brows scrunched, gulping slightly at the sensation. His free hand gripped your hips tightly, pulling you back, then forth, in a way that sends pleasure through your system. “Show me how much you like them.”

You start grinding your hips without the need of Steve, bracing yourself on his shoulders. Your little pants started to fill the room alongside the low-based song. You could feel your pussy clench around nothing as your humps got quicker. His thumb didn’t move off it’s spot, letting you use not only his thick thigh but his large thumb for stimulation alongside the low vibration. Eyes rolling back, you found the perfect pace, losing yourself trying to reach your climax. Steve could tell you were going to come any second so without another moment his lips latched onto your neck, sucking a hard purple mark along your jugular that you are going to have to explain to your friends tomorrow.

“S-stev—, Fuck…” Your brain was in scrambles, and you couldn't get even a single sentence out before moaning or whimpering soon after. You were so close just a little further, your grinding so harsher and harsh, needing the blissful release, and when Steve clenched his thigh, you lost it. Coming so hard, you saw stars. He finally moved his hand away from your clit, letting you exhale a shaky breath. He wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you close into a tight embrace. He switched the vibration off shortly afterwards, now bringing silence into the room, with slightly panting and heavy heartbeats.

“So I’m assuming you liked the gift.” He asked, making you giggle sightly before leaning up to kiss his cheek with a goof smile painting both your and his features.

“Yes, I love it…”

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