#steve rogers x black reader

[ramp-it-up]

Try a Little Tenderness

Paring: Mob Boss! Steve Rogers x Reader

Word count: 3.7 K

Summary: Steve can’t win you with presents. He’s got to try a little tenderness.

Warnings: 18+ As always, MINORS DNI, SMUT, Lil bit of ANGST. Not Beta’d. All mistakes my own. Pining, flirting, organized crime, implied ice skating, teasing, former jerky boyfiend, inexperienced reader, nipple play, oral (both receiving) p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it up!) breeding kink, size kink, crying during sex, violence (due to mob world).

A/N: This is for #DJ’sAllIWant4KChristmas and based on this ask.

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“Good morning, Steve!”

You were stocking onions, but you looked up and smiled as the tall blond entered the store, setting off the bell. He was well built and handsome and wearing a fine wool coat with a red scarf. It was a cool December, but New York had not yet had its first big snowfall.

“Mornin’, Ambrosia,” came his gruff response. 

You kind of liked his early morning voice. And the nickname. The first time he came in, he’d picked up an apple, already biting into it but also already paying. He handed you a twenty and said, “Mmmmm, Name?”, pointing to you with the apple. Flustered, you replied with the name of the apple instead of your name and the rest was history. 

This morning, Steve smiled at you and his blue eyes were sparkling. They always sparkled when he looked at you. He seemed very sweet.

“The usual.”

You laughed and went behind the counter to wash your hands.

“Of course, already had the fixin’s set up for you.”

You started the water for the espresso and got out the fresh everything bagels you’d put aside for him. Steve was one of your best customers, coming in every morning, and several evenings. He’d been coming in for about four months now.

Steve settled at the counter and watched you prepare his food. He looked at his watch: 7:42 am. He knew you'd been at work almost two hours now and that you were working very hard. One of your braids had come undone from your bun, and he wanted to put it back, but he didn’t touch you. You wore no makeup, yet your skin always glowed, and when you looked up at him, his heart nearly stopped. 

You were naturally beautiful. And your apron did not hide your curves. Or the fact that you were wearing the same pants that you’d worn three days ago. Steve figured that you didn’t have many clothes. He had the urge to take you shopping on Madison Avenue and let you go crazy. But somehow he knew you would never blow a load of cash on clothing. And that’s part of why he was so far gone on you.

He watched you battle your espresso machine with bemusement.

“Why haven’t you set up your new machine yet?”

You stopped and put your hands on your hips, looking so cute that Steve restrained himself from jumping over the counter.

“Is that from you?” You shook your head. “I suspected it.” 

Steve had unexpectedly given you many gifts, the espresso machine, a cash register. He’d even tried to have a new walk in cooler installed. You refused and sent back everything he’d sent. It wasn’t right. He barely knew you. 

You wondered what he did for a living, always dressed in the finest and able to afford multiple thousand dollar gifts. You figured that he was one of those Angel investors. Well, he wasn’t very good at being anonymous.

You watched as Steve gave you a lopsided grin, then leaned over the counter toward him. 

“Listen. Steve. Mr. Rogers.” 

You looked from his eyes, to his perfect lips, to his golden St. Christopher’s medal. He smelled so damn good. You bit your lip and Steve smiled, warmed by your proximity. This was his chance.

“Yeah, Ambrosia?”

“I’m not taking your gifts.”

You straightened up abruptly, handed him his drinks and finished his order. You gave him two folded newspapers.

“One Daily News for your friend and one News Day for you.” 

“Have you thought about it yet?”

You raised your eyebrow at him.

“About what?”

You thought he was finally going to ask you on a date. You knew the main reason he came in was to check you out. But you weren’t about to be bought.

“About the possibility of getting The Times in here? Alright, the Sunday Times at least.”

“Sorry Steve, it doesn’t sell. If it doesn’t sell, I don’t order. Can’t afford a non starter. But I do subscribe to the Sunday Times myself for the crossword. You can borrow mine any time.”

You winked at him. Something about Steve brought out your inner flirt.

Steve wanted to say something about sharing the Sunday Times in bed, but he thought better of it. Any other girl, and he would have been able to spit all kinds of game. But with you, he was tongue tied.

Steve sipped his coffee and shook his head as you gave him his bag.

“You are the most stubborn person I have ever met.”

You waved at him as he stood up.

“Have a great day!”

Steve chuckled at your dismissal as he walked out of the door. Bucky was waiting by the car. Steve handed him his cup and sandwich. 

“Send Sam to pick up the espresso machine.”

“Still a tough nut, eh?”

“Yeah. She’s still refusing gifts…”

Steve got in the passenger seat while Bucky sat behind the wheel.

“Instead of giving her all of this expensive shit, why don’t you just be nice to her?Ask her out ice skating or something.”

Steve scoffed. He didn’t know how to ask a girl out anymore. He felt like that scrawny kid running around with Bucky back in the day. Now, women were always clawing at each other to get to him. And they always wanted something. 

Steve didn’t respond to Bucky, just asked about his calendar.

“What’s on the agenda for today, Buck?”

“We gotta meet with the truckers today. They don’t want to bend to our terms.” Steve put on his sunglasses. 

“We know what to do to make ‘em bend, don't we Buck?”

“Sure do, buddy.” 

You were in your walk up apartment above the store halfway listening to the 10 o’clock news. They were doing a story about an explosion at the Eatern Tri-State Trucking hub in Bay Ridge as you put your body oil on after your shower. The reporter indicated that authorities thought that the Valkyrie crime organization was behind it. You were zoning out looking forward to the next day.

You were glad that Janie and Nate would be back at work tomorrow. Nate had just taken a week off, and Janie had recovered from the flu.  You were going to take the next afternoon off. You could have taken the entire day, but you wanted to open up for some reason.

Running an organic bodega in Brooklyn was a tough job, but the business was growing, but it was even tougher when your help was not there. You deserved a bit of a break.

The next morning, you were humming an Otis Redding song when Steve came in. You looked over your shoulder and caught him looking at your ass.

“Good morning, Mr. Rogers.”

“Mornin’ Ambrosia.”

“The usual?”

Steve wanted to say no, I want to ask you to marry me, but that might be a little too forward.

“Yeah.”

He sat down at the counter and noticed that you had on something brand new. When you turned around, he gestured to your outfit.

“What’s the occasion?”

You looked down and then grinned. 

“This outfit is my Christmas present to myself. I’m taking the afternoon off and I’m going into the city to go to the Central Public Library.”

Steve tried to respect your glee. But he had to do it.

“How thrilling.”

“You’re a mean one, Mr. Grinch, “ you quipped.

Steve laughed at you. He thought about what Bucky said the day before.

“Grinch hunh. Well, would a Grinch offer to take you ice skating instead?”

You turned around and leaned on the counter. Steve leaned toward you.

“I don’t know. Are you offering, Mr. Grinch?”

You loved teasing him. Steve groaned.

“C’mon. I’m trying here. Ambrosia. Do you want to go ice skating with me in the city this afternoon? And to dinner afterward.”

“Are you asking me on a date?”

Steve was very close to you now, staring at your lips.

“Yes.”

You stood up and put your hands on your hips.

“It’s about time. Sure!”

Steve laughed at how easy it was. You shoved his order into his hands.

“Pick me up at 1.”

Steve was grinning like an idiot out at the car, and didn't know how he got there.

“So you finally asked her out, hunh?”

Steve snapped out of it as he got in the passenger seat.

“Move the talks up to 10. I’m taking the afternoon off.”

“Rumlow is stalling. I can handle it this evening.”

“You sure?”

Bucky looked at his best friend.

“Sure as shootin’.”

You and Steve had a great afternoon, and Steve thought that ice skating was genius. He had to thank Bucky. You had to hold hands to stay steady, and when he pulled you in close, you didn’t pull back so you could stay warm. He didn’t know that you were thinking the same things.

Steve got to treat you to Via Carota and you two walked right in. The food was great, the wine was amazing, and you even stole a kiss in your corner booth. The night was perfect.

He drove you back to your place and you sat in the car for a minute. He’d been a perfect gentleman, and you were the one to make the first move with the kiss. You looked at him quizzicaly.

“Can I ask you something, Steve?”

“Yes, Ambrosia, anything.”

“After today, this afternoon and tonight. Do you still like me?”

“What kind of question is that? Of course. Why do you ask?”

You looked down. 

“Well, you’ve been such a gentleman. I see how you look at me, all hungry all the time. And the gifts. I don’t know. I just thought you’d be. You know. More…”

“Aggressive?” Steve responded.

“Well. yeah. I just thought.”

You looked back up and saw that Steve’s eyes had darkened.

“I am not a gentle man in my everyday life, Ambrosia. And I know that I can come on strong. But you make me want to be tender with you. I want to cherish you.”

“Oh.”

And Steve pulled you in for a sweet, but sexy kiss.

“So, yes, I still like you. And I have very aggressive thoughts about you. Want to ruin you in fact. But I want to do it carefully. Make you feel it. And make you glad you did.”

“Oh. No one has ever…damn, Steve.”

He recognized that you had been hurt.

“Here’s an aggressive question. What kind of an asshole would make you feel that way about yourself? His name is all I need.”

You laughed.

“Do you want to come up for the answer?” You cocked your head at him as he chuckled and nodded.

“Yes.”

When you got up to your place, you were settled with a glass of wine on your couch.

“I’m not going to give you his name, but I will tell you that we were together for a few months, and we only did it a few times. He’s the only one I’ve ever been with.”

The way you looked as him made Steve’s heart soft, but other things hard.

“It…It didn’t feel good. He said I was frigid and too small. I… I went to the doctor and everything. She said I was fine physically. So I figured it must have been in my mind and I haven’t been able to get out of my head after that. He broke it off and then I just decided to focus on work.”

You peered at Steve to see his reaction.

Steve’s eyes flashed with anger, then cooled.

“That joker is a fucking idiot.” 

His eyes traced your body.

“He didn’t know what to do with all this?”

Steve reached for you and kissed you, this time with undeniable passion. You broke away and stood up, offering him your hand.

“Show me, Steve.”

He stood up and followed you to your bedroom.

You stood at the foot of the bed and reached up to kiss Steve, and he picked you up and sat down, sitting you down with both of your legs over his. You made out like this, Steve’s hands still in neutral places until you whined and scooted closer to him.

Then, he went under your sweater, finding your nipple in your bra and brushing it with his thumb. He was exhibiting intense will power, but he couldn’t hold it all back as you responded to his passionate kisses.

Steve lifted your sweater off and your tank top, which was underneath, with it. Your bra contained your breasts, but your nipples were erect and straining against the material. He brought your body towards his for a kiss, his thick fingers pressing and playing with your sensitive buttons. He had you squirming on his lap as he reached around and expertly unfastened your bra.

He looked down at you and then back up, eyes hungry. You’d been yearning for that look.

“I’m gonna cherish this moment, get you ready for me, Baby. You’re gonna feel so good.”

He was weighing and kneading your breast and tenderly flicking your nipple, then he leaned down and kissed you, moving down your neck and collarbone, descending your chest and kissing all around your areolas, teasing your stiff nipples.

He had you moaning and writhing, wanting some friction for your cunt.

“Patience, Baby. You’re gonna get everything you deserve. Including this.”

Steve moved your hand to the hard member in his pants, which you tried to grip in vain through his slacks. You whimpered in frustration.

“I know. I know. I want to do so many things with you.” 

Steve’s fingers were in your leggings, through our panties and tracing your wet pussy lips gently as he finally started sucking your nipples. You pulled his hair wantonly as he teased you.

“Mmmmm. Who’s got you all wet, Ambrosia?” he asked, as he pulled his fingers out and put them in his mouth.

“Y-you, Steve… unhhhhh.”

The sight of him relishing your taste made you even wetter. And he found out, because his hand was right back down your pants. 

His lips were at your ear and he was breathing hard.

“Can I…”

His thick finger parted your lips and the rough pads of two fingers slid over your clit into your wetness. You arched your back in anticipation.

“...Can I eat you out, my sweet Ambrosia?”

His voice and the request sent you on a tailspin. You nodded vigorously as Steve pulled his hand out to your whine of desperation at the loss of contact.

You quickly stood up as Steve captured your hips to stand still in front of him. His eyes raked up and down your form as he took hold of the waistband of your pants, and slowly pulled them and your panties down your legs. You stepped out of them and Steve’s hands ran back up your form as you looked down at him. He grabbed the backs of your thighs as he pulled you near him.

Steve put one knee over his shoulder and stared at your most intimate part. 

“She’s a sweet little flower. So pretty and tight.”

His fingers were parting your folds so he could see even more.

“But she will be ready for my thick cock, I know she will, Ambrosia.”

He pulled you forward and held you up as he licked through you, almost causing a near stroke as far as you could tell. 

“Mmmmmm,” Steve’s eyes rolled back into his head.  “You are so sweet. I could eat you all night.”

You almost cried as he dove back in, grabbing his hair for purchase. He grabbed your bottom and stood to place you on the bed. He kneeled on the floor and held you down and open with his huge hands.

Steve started his feast, gently licking at first, then made you build to a crescendo as he started tongue fucking you. He made sure to stimulate your nipples, and when he felt your hard little nub vibrate, he sucked your clit hard as you came.

“Was that good?”

“Oh my stars, that was good.”

You both laughed.

“You’re so fucking cute, Ambrosia, but there’s levels to this.”

You sat up and watched as  he took off his shirt. You were sure that your eyes were sparkling now.

“It’s just going to get better and better.”

He was just clad in his black boxer briefs, a huge bulge leading the charge. He reached in and you were certain that he was going to pull out an entire pack of socks, but instead, he showed you the largest, thickest dick you’d ever seen. Your eyes were like saucers. You were a little afraid, but your legs fell open out of reflex. 

“See what you do to me?”

You bit your lip and nodded, reaching out and touching it tentatively.

“I’ve never seen one that big.”

You looked up at him and his heart melted simultaneously as his cock jumped. Your trembling fingers around him made him almost bathe your hand in his spend.

“Oh, Baby.. So sweet.”

“You are too, Steve. I want to taste you.”

You looked up at him through your lashes and Steve groaned, trembling with the effort to hold back.

“Christ… I’m…I…. Whatever you want, Baby.”

You stared at his cock for what seemed like forever. Then, you tentatively reached out and kitten licked his tip, causing him to groan as he palmed the back of your head.

“You’re killing me here, Ambrosia.”

“Hmmm.” You smiled. “Lay down for me, Steve.”

He did as he was told and put his arm behind his head to watch you. The way his muscles bulged inspired you anew. He reached down and roamed his fingers over your body as you hovered over him. You stroked him a couple of times and then played with his balls, Steve putty in your hands.

“B-babyyyy.”

You smiled in triumph that you had him whining as you spread your lips over the thick mushroom cap and sucked it into your mouth vigorously, causing him to moan and buck his hips up. You took the cue and drew him into your mouth, making him hit the back of your throat and gag.

“Holyyyyyy sssssshit. Stop. StopStopStopStop.”

Steve pulled you off his dick, which made you release him with a plop. He sat up and stared at you, disbelief in his eyes. 

“Did I do it wrong?”

“Did you do it wrong. Fuck, you almost made me…. C’mere.”

You giggled as you ended up with your back on the bed again, Steve eating you out, this time one finger inside you as you came. You were in shambles as he looked up at you and inserted another finger inside as his opposite thumb stroked your still-quivering clit.

“Gotta get you up to three. Hold on.”

You did, and when he crooked his fingers this time, you let out a wail that caused dogs to bark down the street.

After your fourth orgasm, Steve looked up, smiling ear to ear.

“Still want this dick?”

You scowled at him.

“If you don’t…”

He laughed as he kneeled between your legs, stroking the magnificent beast. You opened your legs even wider and stared down at it.

“No. look at me, look at me. You’re ready. I got you Baby.”

Steve supported himself with one arm as he got nearer to you and started swiping his head between your folds. You keened as he entered you.

“Ow. Steveeeee.”

Your face looked so adorable as you struggled to take him.

“Holy shit, you’re, fuck you’re so….”

Steve kissed you through your moan of shock and pleasure as he slid all the way home. You gripped his bicep, your fingernails leaving marks. Steve pecked your lips as you pounded together, waiting for you to get used to him.

“You ok? You good?”

Steve checked to make sure you were okay. You nodded at him with tears in your eyes.

“I- I- think it feels good. You’re so big, Steveee. But.. but I like it….”

You started moving, a little at first, and then more wantonly. Steve looked down to where you were impaled upon his dick.

“There’s nothing wrong with you. You are perfect. Just so.. Fucking… tiny…. But made for me…Shit.”

You felt Steve’s cock jumping inside you when he said those words, and you clasped your hands behind his back and uttered, “More!”

And that’s when you began to get fucked. Tenderly yet filthily. It was the best Steve had ever had, trying to be gentle and knowing that he wanted to put the bed under the ground. It was such a turn on. The ragged moans that you gave him with each stroke was a gift from god, and he started cumming before he could think.

“Shit! I didn’t use a condom…Fuck. But why does that just motivate me to keep going?” 

Steve laughed into your ear as he kept stroking for dear life. He was usually so careful, knowing that most women wanted his kid. But with you he didn’t care. You wrapped your legs around him, taking the pounding he was giving you now.

“Hmmmmmm. You want me to put a baby inside you? Pump you so full of cum that you get all round and full with my seed?”

“Hnnnnghhh. Steve… I…”

“Tell me. Do you want it? You want me to get you pregnant?”

“Ohhhh shitttttttt! Steeeveeeeee!”

You detonated around him and Steve cursed, finally pulling out and jacking hard onto your stomach as three fingers on the other hand continued to fuck you through your orgasm. His pearly spend looked beautiful on your skin.

“So gorgeous. There’s time for that yet, but we gotta get you to a doctor, because I don’t want to do this too many more times. And fucking you with condoms is no longer an option.”

You were fucked out, absentmindedly playing in his cum, causing him to spurt one last rope onto your fingers. When you brought them to your mouth was when he shivered. He collapsed beside you.

“I can’t even explain how good that was.”

You just smiled at him, lips shiny with gloss that he made.

“You are an angel. A Christmas angel.”

Steve sighed as you smiled at him. He got up and went to your bathroom to clean up and get a warm towel.

“I’m hungry.”

“Anything you want, Babe. I’ll get it for you.”

You grabbed the remote and  turned on the tv, catching the tail end of the news.

“Shootout in DUMBO tonight between the Rumlow and Valkyrie crime organizations. Several high-ranking officers dead or injured, including Brock Rumlow and James Bucky Barnes. More news when we have it.”

“Steve? Bucky? What’s going on? Valkyrie?”

Steve was up and grabbing for his clothes, an inscrutable look on his face.

“I didn’t want you to find out like this, but I gotta go.” 

He gave you a quick kiss. 

“Don’t leave. Sam will come back with some food for you and he will stay with you. Don’t open the store tomorrow.”

“But Steve!”

“No buts! I will call.”

And then Steve disappeared into the night, leaving you with so many questions.

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[ellethespaceunicorn]

Don't Take Your Eyes Off It

Title: Don’t Take Your Eyes Off It

Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI

Pairing: Sugar Daddy!Steve Rogers x Black!Fem!Reader 

Word Count: 1.5K

Summary: It’s Valentine’s Day, and you have a surprise for Steve!

Warnings: Daddy kink, pet name (Sweets), praise kink (slightly), ass worship, butt plug, anal fingering, first time *romantic* anal, creampie

A/N: Based on this poll, Steve Rogers won. Submission for @the-slumberparty’s Eight Types of Love February 2024 Sleepover Challenge (Eros-sexual passion). Unbeta’d, we die like people who tried their best. 

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His fingers glide across the skin of your shoulder blade as sunlight cascades over your beautiful brown skin while you sleep on your stomach. He marvels at how you seem to glow in the rays of the morning sun. Leaning in, he places a chaste kiss on your lips, trying his best to wake you gently.

You grumble, the weight of his kiss just enough to pull you from a deep slumber. 

“What was that, Sweets?” Steve’s sultry baritone invades your consciousness and you open your eyes.

“I said, ‘five more minutes’,” you plead, pouting up at Steve and hoping he would give you a break after seeing your tired eyes.

No such luck.

“Nice try, Sweets. You know what today is, right?” he asks, peppering kisses to the top of your bonnet-covered hair.

“It’s...Wednesday?” you guess, trying your best to get back to REM sleep.

“Yes, technically, it is Wednesday. It’s also…” he trails off, waiting for the pieces to click into place in your mind.

You lift your head, locking eyes with Steve. For three whole seconds, you just look at him with a confused expression on your face until it hits you. “It’s Valentine’s Day!” you chuckle, and playfully swat at him.

“Now, she’s cooking with gas. I thought it was gonna take you all day to figure it out,” he jokes, laughing as you roll your eyes at him.

You turn around in bed and swing your legs over the edge. Reaching up to untie your hair, your braids cascade down your back. Peeking over your shoulder, you catch Steve watching you while one of his hands runs through his golden tresses.

“Caught ya looking, Daddy,” you tease before standing and walking around the bed to his side. He reaches out to touch you, but you pull back at the last second. “Unh-uh! Not until tonight. I got something special planned for you.”

“Something special, huh? Well, I can’t wait. But I guess I will have to, won’t I?” he guesses, standing up from the bed to tower over you. He lifts his hands in surrender after you point a manicured finger at him. “Hands to myself, I promise. For now,” he flirts, walking around you to go into the bathroom to shower.

While Steve is in the shower, you mentally run down your checklist of things for tonight. Your new pink glass buttplug, check! New red lace lingerie, check! You had everything planned down to the last detail and you were very excited to see Steve’s reaction. Now, all that was left was to get everything ready while Steve was away for the day.

Steve comes back to your darkened apartment that night, surprised to see a trail of red rose petals and vanilla-scented tea lights leading him to the bedroom. He stoops down to grab the card that was left near the door.

‘Daddy, 

Come and unwrap your present.

-Sweets’

Making his way along the petaled path, he reaches your slightly ajar bedroom door. Pushing it open, he is greeted by you kneeling in the center of the bed. A red rose hairclip holds the right side of your braids back, and the red lace bodysuit you wear hugs all of your curves perfectly.

You take in the way Steve looks at you like you hung the moon. His ocean eyes darken as he takes in your scent, your favorite perfume lingering in the air. 

“Hi, Daddy. Happy Valentine’s Day,” you hum, making your way to where Steve stands at the foot of the bed. “Why don’t you join me? You can put these big, strong hands to use,” you slide your arms around his neck and instinctually, his hands go to your waist.

Leaning down to claim your lips, he doesn’t hold back teasing his tongue along the seam of your mouth. Once you let him in, he takes control of the kiss. Swallowing down your whimpers and moans, he cups the back of your head and nibbles your bottom lip.

Breaking the kiss, he laughs lowly when you try and follow his lips. “I think I was promised a gift, Sweets. Now, what might that be?” he muses, his fingertips moving along the red lace until he comes upon a pebbled nipple.

You take his hand and guide it to where the gusset of your bodysuit would be, now drenched with your slick. You nod and he explores your soft folds through the crotchless lace. He knows how to play you like a damn fiddle. Gathering your moisture and applying just the right amount of pressure to your bundle of nerves.

Within moments, he has your legs weak while he gives your clit some much-needed attention. His other hand goes to your chin so that you look up at him as he brings you over the edge. You fight to keep your eyes open as the chains of orgasm are broken, your throbbing pussy creaming his hand.

“Such a good girl for me. God, you’re perfect, Sweets,” he praises, still unaware of what you have in store for him as he takes off his tie and goes to unbutton his shirt.

“Daddy, I have a surprise for you. I’ve been working all day long on it,” you chime in, biting your lip as you cup Steve’s erection through his slacks.

“You go ahead and show me that surprise, now,” he encourages, watching intently as you turn around and present yourself to him with your ass in the air. His hand goes to your hip, slowly moving toward your ample backside. Groping your ass, he finds something he had hinted at only weeks ago. “Oh, fuck. Look at this adorable little plug. Have you been wearing this all day, Sweets?”

“Yes, Daddy. I’ve been stretched around it all day long. I wanted you to have something no one has had before. It’s all yours,” you say, wiggling your hips to show off your toy.

“You are such a good girl for wearing it all day,” he murmurs, taking the lube that was delicately placed on the bed earlier by you. Dripping the liquid between your cheeks, he spreads it generously around your plump globes. He lays a few slaps to each cheek and moves some of the lube between your cheeks to tease the toy in and out of you slightly.

“Daddy, please,” you beg, growing ever so impatient now that Steve is teasing you.

“Shhh, it’s okay, Sweets. Let’s just get this pretty plug out of here,” he purrs, pulling out the toy and watching as your hole tightens up a bit. He uses one finger to explore you, graduating to two and three fingers when you take him in so well. Soon, the wet squelch of lube as he fingers you is the loudest sound in the room, even over your moans. 

With three fingers inside you, Steve uses the other hand to unzip his pants. Pulling out his red, weeping dick, he squeezes the base and coats it in the excess lube that has accumulated. Lining up to your opening, he pushes in slowly until you engulf his tip. The hard part is over as he slides into the hilt.

He waits until you start to wriggle under his hands to begin a languid pace, slow as molasses in January. Your hand snakes down to your forgotten pussy, shiny and slick with a mixture of your arousal and lubricant. Your fingers stimulate your clit as Steve takes you apart from the inside.

You’ve never felt so fully taken before, the stretch of his massive member adding to the sacred friction. As soon as your fingers take you over the edge, you notice how intense this orgasm is. You moan into the bedsheets as your cunt shudders and your asshole clamps down around Steve.

“Fuuuuuck, good girl. That felt so fucking good, Sweets. Don’t think I can last much longer with you coming so hard on my dick like that,” he ponders aloud, quickening his pace to chase his release.

As he pounds into you from behind, he reaches around to finger your pussy while his palm rubs your sweet spot. When he can sense you getting closer and closer to the edge, he pulls his fingers from inside you and plays with your clit.

“Be my good girl and cum with me, Sweets. Fuck, I can feel it right now. You ready for it baby?” he persuades, fucking into you while you moan non-stop. 

“Yes, please. I’m ready for your cum, Daddy,” you cry out, your climax pulling you over the edge, tumbling straight into Steve’s release. You can feel every spurt of spunk painting your delicate inner walls while he throbs inside you.

Coming down, he lets his deflating length slip out and directs you to lie down before climbing on the bed next to you. Wrapping you up in his arms, he kisses your forehead and isn’t surprised when he soon hears the soft snores escaping you.

He’s more than content to wait to give you his gift. He smiles, remembering the velvet box in his suit jacket pocket in the other room. He can wait a bit longer to hear you say yes.

A/N: Alright, well, I haven’t written for Steve Rogers in over 12 years. I hope this was good. I would love to hear what y’all think. The title is taken from ‘Rocket’ by Beyoncé.

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[saturnville]

I have to be that person for a second. I have released 5-6 fics in the last two weeks. why? because I fed off the love and interaction I was given. when you take the time to appreciate and interact with writers AND their content, they're more enticed and more motivitated to produce more content. so as you prepare to ask a creator to feed you more content, ask yourself if you're taking the time to REBLOG, like, and comment on their work.

thanks again for your guys' support. it pulled me out of a writing slump <3

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[geminixevans-stan]

Little Elf

Pairing: Biker!Steve Rogers x Female Reader

Words: 2.9k+

Summary: The reader wanted to spread some hoeliday cheer by giving a gift. But what comes with that gift is something that she’s wanted all along 

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, explicit language, explicit content, smut, Anal (f receive), daddy kink, use of handcuffs, spanking, anal play, and aftercare.

A/N: It’s been forever since I’ve written anything and thanks to my sweet flower @maladaptivexxdaydreaming for gracing me with this wonderful request! My muse jumped at it like it owed it money! Anywho! I hope you all love it! Like, comment, & reblog! ♥

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I do not consent to my work being copied, plagiarized, or translated in any way >:P

You thought it would be a good idea to show him an early Christmas present. Even thought it would be cute to visit him at the clubhouse in an elf costume to hand deliver the gift yourself. 

What you didn’t think about was the consequences of your actions. 

The consequences being you bent over his desk, legs spread wide as both your wrists laid between your thighs with the pretty gift wrapped around them. Your pretty little elf skirt was long gone and the anticipation of what your Steve was going to do had your cunt glistening in the well-lit office. 

“My pretty little elf, what am I going to do with you?” he hums, standing erect as can be as she scanned his handiwork of you on his desk. His growing bulge concealed behind his jeans as he watched your pretty pussy become wetter by the second. 

If only you could see the look in his eyes as he looked you over, your eyesight thoroughly concealed by his favorite bandanna. But, you’ve seen that look more than once before. 

Whenever you decided to try him, that menacing, daring look he gave was all you needed to plead for your life. Even though, they would always fall on deaf ears, causing you to have a sore ass and a wrecked pussy the day after. 

You try to wiggle your way out of the position, only to yelp at the sharp sting of his hand as it landed on your soft cheeks, accompanied by a disapproving sound spilling from his lips. 

“Ah ah little elf, you brought daddy a gift. A gift that I plan on using over and over again.” 

A whimper falls from your lips, causing him to chuckle as you hear his footsteps become more prominent with each step he took. The excitement and nervousness confused you but, your body heating up only had one mission. 

Be good for daddy… we broke a rule

That rule you ask? It was a fairly simple one and when Steve found out that it was broken… He was confused. 

Confused because you looked so goddamn cute and delectable in your Elf outfit and pissed that someone could get a glimpse of his pussy with how short your skirt was. Way above your knees and almost short enough for everyone to see his initials permanently on your skin. 

Steve Rogers could be the sweetest man on Earth… to you anyway. But even he had to let his princess know when and where to not fuck with him. 

What better way to find out than today?

If it was bratty holiday cheer you wanted to spread, he was going to make sure he returned the favor. With perfect strides, he steps in front of you, lifting your chin up with one single finger as she bent down to nip at the skin of your lips, causing you to whimper softly for him. 

“What rule did we break baby? Should be easy to answer since there was nothing under that pretty skirt of yours,” you could just see the smirk on his lips. You knew it just by the sarcastic tone in his voice. 

And you hated it…

With your chin captured between his fingers, you bit your bottom lip, feeling it tremble as you started to speak, “I didn’t wear panties…”

“And why didn’t you, pretty elf?”

You were nervous, that was apparent. Yet, there was something in you that still wanted to test him. To see just how far you could push him until he had you a crying and sore mess. 

With a simple shrug or a shrug that you could do with the position you were in, you give him the prettiest smile that you could give him and say, “I guess I forgot daddy. You know you have to help your dumb baby with these thi-,” his hand wrapping around throat cut off whatever else you needed to say. 

His grip was firm but gentle as he rested his forehead against yours, the scent of his cologne wrapping around your nose as feel his warm breath on your face. 

“You’re my dumb baby, that’s a fact. But not that fucking dumb. Wanted to be cute and now look at you, princess. Dripping all over my desk, and my gift around your wrists,” the slow sucking of his bottom lip being tucked between his teeth, alerted you of just how fucked you really were. 

But, you were in too deep to start begging now. You poked the bear too much and now your ass was going to pay. Your breath was yours once more as you felt him leave the front of you, hearing his footsteps in the same area but now behind you. 

“Thought long and hard about what I should do, princess and I’m going to apologize to that tight hole of yours for what I’m about to do to it,” his voice gravelly as he moves closer to you, gripping the soft globes of your ass before letting go and smacking them both at the same time. 

A guttural moan escapes your throat at how deliciously painful the sting was to your skin, painful pins radiating through your scalp the moment Steve pulled your hair back and brought his hand back down to your skin again over and over.

“What? You want them to hear you too? Does my princess like being looked at? Heard by others?” he asks as she slides his hand over your throat again, squeezing even tighter, “I think I saw Ari with his eyes on you. Think he heard you just now?”

The grip on your throat caused for little words to spill out. But, you knew to answer or things would get much, much worse, “N-no daddy… No… AH!!” you shriek, feeling a harder slap on your other cheek. 

Steve pulls your hair taut, leaning your head against his shoulder as she licks a slow stripe up your cheek, “You’re lying, little slut. I know you better than you know yourself. And…” his voice lowers, slipping his hand from your throat, you feel his thick digits spread your drenched folds open, running them up and down.

“My pussy tells me a different story, don’t you my precious cum dump?”

It was all true, your body betrayed you every single time. Steve had the key and he knew how to please your pussy like no other person could. From your very first date, Steve had claimed you and your sweet pussy as his and you let him. 

Over and over and over again….

There was no denying him at this point. No reason to even put up a front to him. Whatever he had planned was going to happen no matter how hard you pleaded and besides…

You knew you could stop him whenever you said the magic word

The easy way out was not what you were looking for. You wanted Steve. Wanted to be his little fuck toy until he was tired and now was your chance. With a shaky breath, you let out a soft giggle, swiping your tongue over your bottom lip as you looked up at him, “Maybe daddy… Maybe Ari could fuck me better. Seems like you’ve lost your touch”

Silence…. Absolute silence.

Steve let out a low chuckle, the tick in his jaw apparent as he slowly let your hair go, “Oh princess… my sweet girl. I think you really are fucking dumb,” a low growl erupts from his lips, encasing you in his arms as she carefully takes you over to his sofa, dropping you down carefully. 

He positions you with your face to the cushion, ass up and your wrists nestled between your legs as he takes his spot behind you, his chuckle returning as she grips your ass cheeks tightly and letting them go. 

Your thighs were beyond drenched with slick, fresh droplets hanging from your lips as Steve admired you from behind. 

“It’s such a shame, pretty elf. You look so good like this. Too bad you had to be a fuckin’ brat,” he murmurs, slapping your ass again as you hear the jingle of his belt being loosened and the button of his jeans popping. You can hear the rustle of his jeans and briefs being pushed down the same time, anticipation lacing your body as you lay your head against the plush sofa. 

You sway your ass in the air, smirking before crying out as she lands another swat on your cheek, “Daddy please!”

Steve hums, sinking two fingers inside your drenched cunt as he pumps them slowly in and out of your soaked hole, “Oh we’re so done with manners baby. You wanted all my attention and now you have it,” coldness lacing his throat as he pumps his fingers inside you, hooking them expertly to bump against your spongy spot. 

Moans slip from your lips as you feel him stretch and scissor your slippery opening, coating his fingers in your slick as you fall deeper and deeper into pleasure. Your body heating up from how close he could push you to the end. 

“Oh… fuck, daddy. That’s so good, m’ so close” you whisper softly, feeling your cunt flutter and drip before he snatches his fingers from you. You whine protest, yelping when he slaps your ass again. 

He leans over your body, his cock, pressing against your opening as your eyes flutter closed, “Only good girls get to cum. Let’s see how nice I am after I wreck that pretty hole of yours,” smacking your ass again before sinking his cock into your wet channel, groaning when he feels you wrap around him. 

Steve curses under his breath, sinking in deeper as you let out a low groan, feeling every inch of him stretch you out, feeling him pulse inside of you. He leans back from your frame, spreading your cheeks apart and spitting on your puckered hole before slowly sinking his thumb inside and thrusts deeply into your tight pussy. 

He snaps his hips slowly, inching his thumb deeper into your ass, leaning his head back as he enjoys the warmth of you around him, “Why’d ya have to be a brat baby? Huh?” he grunts, sliding all the way out to the tip, and thrusting back in as she knocks the breath out of you. 

With each snap of his hips, Steve stretches you more and more, removing his thumb as you hear the pop of a top open and cold fluid drip over your tight hole. You try to move away, feeling both of his hands pull you back on his cock. 

Your mouth hangs open at the feel of every inch of him inside of you, trembling when you know what’s coming next. 

Steve wasted no time pulling from you, resting his cock between your soft cheeks. He grabs both globes in his hands, massaging them softly as she feels you relax for him, “That’s it my pretty elf, be good for me. Don’t wanna hurt you too bad,” he whispers, sliding his cock up and down between your cheeks, tucking his bottom lip between his teeth, closing his eyes slowly. 

You feel his cock harden fully, eyes widening under your blindfold at the damage you know he could do. Breathing deeply, you stay still, as he lines his cock up with your puckered hole, beginning to slowly push past the tight ring.

“Fuck… me” you groan out, clenching your hands closed as he sinks his thick cock further inside of you, feeling the stretch of every single inch, “Fuckfuckfuckkkkk, daddy”

“Goddammit princess, need to fuck this hole more often. Gripping me like a fucking vice” he grunts happily when he pushes every inch inside of you, “Look at that perfect ass. Swallowing my dick like a champ,” admiration in his tone as he squirts more lube on your hole. 

He throws down the bottle, gripping your hips as she pulls his hips back and sliding back in slowly to get you used to his size before slamming back in gripping you tightly.

 

“Holy fuck! I didn’t mean it, daddy! Ow!” 

Steve snaps his hips over and over, reaching down to rub circles over your clit as you begin to relax your tight ring around him, “Hm, I think you did baby. I think you wanted this. You wanted them to see what’s mine” he growls, changing the pace of his thrusts as he strokes you deeper, making you cry out in ecstasy. 

He reaches forward, gripping your hair in his hand as he pounds your ass, the loud sounds of slapping skin and the noises coming from your lips echoing against the walls. You squeeze around him tighter, feeling the pleasure bloom in your core from the double stimulation. 

“I just… wanted.. Fuck!” you whimper as his strokes become deeper and quicker. Juices dripping on his fingers as your mind goes blank.

“What was that pretty elf? Couldn’t hear you” he snaps his hips once making your cry out, “You were say dumb baby?” snapping his hips twice as you make the same noise again, “What’s the matter princess? Hm? Don’t tell you went dumb already” he coos, taking you squeezing around him as his answer before pounding you once more. 

You words were incoherent, save for the sounds don’t stop daddy. Just like that. As you say it over and over again. All that was left of you was a blissed out slut, taking every single inch that her daddy gave her. 

Wanted to get back on his good side was everything as he was showing you what happens when rules are broken. Steve couldn’t even be mad at you for acting out. He was busy beyond belief and there wasn’t anything else he would rather do than to be with you all day. 

In some way, right now, he was making up for it. But oh, he was more than willing to put you back where you belonged in the process. You’ve acted out before but not to this extent. Steve had to make sure that his lesson was well learned.

He placed his hand at the small of your back, making you arch more as he crossed his arms over your ass and pounded into you tight hole deeply, making you feel every single part of him. 

“Oh.. My… daddy… daddy” you whisper for only him to hear. Your head reaching into the clouds the higher he took you to pure bliss and pleasure.

Steve kept using you to his pleasure, keeping his pace just right as he could feel you squeezing him tighter and tighter, signaling the end coming near. He releases you from his grip, leaning over to tilt your head up with his hand as she strokes you deeply.

“Does my little elf wanna cum? Hm?” he asks, smiling when he sees you nod frantically, the act was all he needed to return him back to wrecking your ass. 

With precision, Steve kept your back arched with his hand keeping you pressed down, snapping his hips, as the clapping sound of skin centered back to what he was doing. He licked his other fingers, dropping them down as he rubbed quick tight circles around your clit, hearing you moan out softly. 

Spurts of slick dripped down into his palm as she brought it up to lick every single drop before returning his fingers back to your clit, “That’s my fucking girl. Cum for me little elf. Cum hard for daddy. Right. Now” he growls, while punctuating every syllable with the snap of his hips. 

You didn’t need to be told twice, the dam gushing out of your pulsating pussy was first before your mouth flew open, the most pornographic sounds spilling from them as orgasm after orgasm began to crash down on you. 

The splashing of your release quickly triggered his as he pushed deep inside of you, filling you tight hole with rope after rope of his cum. Steve held your hips, groaning loudly as she filled you, “Fuck! Goddamn, princess, keep cummin’ on my cock just like that,” Steve’s voice trembled as he emptied himself, pulling out and slamming back in as he filled you with another load.

The pulse of his cock only triggered another release for you, feeling yourself collapse on the couch as Steve followed you, kissing down your back slowly before pulling out and unlocking the handcuffs from your wrists. 

You try to move, only to be pushed down softly when you hear the clicking sound of a camera, tensing up automatically. 

Steve presses a kiss to your shoulder, before the sound happens again, “Just me, princess. Just taking a pic of art,” he murmurs, almost getting hard again at his cum leaking out of your ass. 

He hums, softly, taking you in his arms as he lays back on the couch with you on his lap. You rest your head on his shoulder, relaxing as she rubs aloe all over your cheeks, kissing your body all over as she takes care of you.

“Did so good for me, so fucking good,” he whispers, opening up a bottle of water and pressing it to your lips, giving a satisfied hum when you drink half the bottle before pushing it away.

Steve holds you tight, feeling the light breath on his neck as you lay on him, feeling completely satisfied. You feel his soft lips, press to your temple, making you snuggle close as she gives a soft chuckle.

“What did we learn baby?” 

The answer rings in your ear as you lean up to look into his eyes, smiling softly, “Never wear panties…”

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[megamindsecretlair]

Room 1918

Cross posted on @megamindssecretlair

Pairing: Nomad Steve x Black!Fem!reader / Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI. Dominance, breeding kink, unprotective p in v, fingering fem receiving, biting, cum play, blow job, and dirty talk.

Word Count: 3,569k

Summary: After the troubling events of Civil War, Steve is constantly on the move. But even a super soldier has needs. He just so happened to fall for your charms and you promptly fell into an arrangement. At each hotel you meet at, you reserve Room 1918 and wait for him.

A/N: What can I say, I'm toasted and feral AF for Nomad Steve and just kept writing. Apologies in advance if I missed warnings or offend anyone.Not beta'd or proofread all that well, it's almost 5am for me. LOL. While likes are awesome, please consider commenting and reblogging to support writers!

He’s late. You pace back and forth in front of the window, peeking out every so often. You bite your lip as you think about all the reasons he could be late. The feds caught up to him, he was killed, or some emergency. You think about turning on the TV but the thought of seeing his face plastered on the news makes you sick. 

In between your worries, you’re also excited. Your skin iss sensitive already. You anticipate all the wicked things Steve will do to you tonight. You blow out a breath and look out of the window one more time. 

A knock on the door makes you jump. Your heart races as you cross the dark navy carpet towards the door. You look through the peephole and see a familiar bearded figure with a cap on his head. Still, per his instructions anyway, you call out, “Who’s there?” 

“It’s me,” his deep voice rumbles from the other side. You smile and open the door. Steve stands before you in dark jeans, gray shirt, and a black hoodie. His cap is pulled low over his brow and his beard is growing out. He has a full and proper beard this time, most likely to fool security cameras.

You lean your head on the hotel door and just drink him in. Even in casual clothes, he looks every inch the super soldier you know him to be. Your cheeks warm as you objectify him. His broad shoulders barely fit through the frame as he walks in. 

He pushes past you smelling like sandalwood and soap and man. He is at least a foot taller. He towers over you. He sniffs at you as he brushes past looking down and looking you over. 

You’re wearing a baby pink robe with black trimming. The bottom slightly flared to accommodate your wide hips and it was trimmed in faux mink. It contrasted perfectly with your russet skin. The dim hotel lights make your skin glow and you hope the glitter was showing. But the dark look in his blue eyes let you know that it didn’t matter. He is devouring you in one look. 

“You are a treasure,” he says. 

You giggle softly and close the door behind him. You lock the door and stand before him and let him look his fill.

He takes off his cap and throws it onto the mahogany dresser. His hair is darker, the blond more akin to brown now. His hair is longer too, runaway strands landing into his pretty face. 

“You broke our rule,” he grumbles. His brows draw down, scowling at you.

“Which one?” 

“I could see you from the parking lot, looking out of the window. You can’t do that. If someone catches you…”

“They won’t. No one knows about us. We’ve been careful,” you say. You approach him until you are chest to chest. 

“All the same. Don’t look out of the window. Someone could see, or someone could harm you. These windows aren’t that effective.”

You roll your eyes. You did not wait a whole fucking month to hear a lecture about safety and evasion tips. All you had were stolen moments. One day of being in his arms. The other days, there was no communication. Full and total blackout. You anxiously awaited news that he was captured or killed. Until the next time he hit up your email. 

You set up a joint email account and communicated via the draft folder. He’d send you a city and you’d book a flight. Since you worked for yourself, there was no one to answer to but yourself. Your friends and family just thought you liked to travel. They called you lucky.

You were dating a ghost. And every day he was on the run, was another day you could never be together. And it hurt. 

“Did you just roll your eyes at me?” He asks. 

“I promise I won’t look out of the window next time,” you say. 

“Did you roll your eyes at me?” His voice pitches lower and he scowls even further at you. He spoke slowly as if you hadn’t heard him the first time. A tingle shoots up your legs. 

“Yes, I did,” you say. You raise your eyebrow at him.

Steve sighs and rubs his beard. “I’m not in the mood,” he says. 

You coo and closed the remaining distance, rubbing your hands up and down his arms. “I can fix that,” you say. You trail your hands lower, moving your hands over his jeans. A noticeable bulge grows under your exploring hands and you rub him over his jeans.

Steve grabs your wandering hands in one hand and narrows his eyes at you. His blue eyes are scalding. You would’ve flinched if it didn’t just turn you on. The Steve that stayed hidden away was swimming to the surface. The side of him that he kept hidden was there. 

“I said I’m not in the mood. You’re taking dangerous risks. I won’t risk you,” he says. 

“It’s not dangerous, Steve. I promise. I just…I miss you so fuckin’ much,” you say. 

“That doesn’t mean you can put yourself at risk. You know you belong to me. What would I do without these days I get to see you?” He asks.

He’s right of course, the arrogant prick. “I won’t do anything to risk that, Steve,” you say. An attitude creeps into your tone and you know the moment you fucked up. His eyebrows shoot up at the same time his hands squeezes yours. 

“Just for that, you don’t get your treat tonight. You’ll have to wait another month,” he says.

“Oh come on,” you whine. You know you sound annoying and you hated it. 

“Keep it up, I’ll make it two months.”

“Steve, please,” you say. You pout, sticking out your bottom lip and rounding your eyes. 

“Three months,” he says. His jaw clenches as he stares you down.

“Please Steve, I won’t make it that long,” you plead. 

“I don’t care.” He grabbs your jaw, squeezing your rounded face until your lips pucker. “I told you that I’m not in the mood. Get your ass on the bed, now,” he growls so close to your face that his breath fans over it. He pushes you away until you stumble back a bit.

You manage to lick your lips. Something bad happened today. It was either a close call or he failed to help someone. That whole other side was begging to be pushed. He thought he needed total obedience, but he needed to get worked up more. To push past that barrier and consume you body and soul. 

“Let me make it up to you,” you say. You approach him and slid to the floor to get on your knees. You move closer on your knees. You reach up for his jeans and unbuckle his belt. You tug it through the metal loop. As you work to free him, you keep your eyes on him. He’s so tall, he might as well be a giant. Especially while you were on your knees.

The mink at the bottom of your robe tickles your legs and only works to make your skin hyperaware. The hold the man had on you was like being drunk. Total loss of your control. Your head is fuzzy and you sway. And you overall feel so damn horny, you were nearly combusting.

“Let me earn back my months,” you say.

You palm him and he sighs. His eyes flutter closed as you work him up and down softly. Your hand glides over his velvety soft dick. The serum really increased everything about him. His thick length intimidates you. You’ve sucked him off before but every time required a pep talk.

You lick the head of his dick, painting your tongue with his precum. You swallow the head and lick back and forth over the tip. A groan leaves Steve as he throws his head back. You take him in further, swallowing him down. His hips jerk forward and he digs his hands into your hair.

He places his palm on your scalp and grabs your hair at the roots. He soon takes over, fucking your mouth as if you were nothing more than a hole to be used. He sets the rhythm and the pace, bouncing you up and down. You look at him as you hollow out your cheeks. 

Steve’s dick hits the back of your throat, causing you to choke a bit. Steve groans hearing your whimpers and moans and quiet pleas. Still, he is relentless. Your jaw hurts and tears gather in your eyes.

“That’s my dirty fuckin’ girl,” he says. “Suck that dick, baby.” His whispered commands make your pussy clench with vicious need. His balls slap your chin. He reaches down with his other hand to pull on your dark left nipple. It was his favorite nipple for some reason. Probably because it was slightly bigger than the right and you swore it was more sensitive. Every time he pinched you, it sent a straight shot of desire to your pussy. 

Your whimpers increase, creating a sexy symphony of carnal sounds. His harsh breaths mingle with your crying and soon he’s groaning. “Fuck, this mouth is gorgeous,” he moans.

Steve abruptly pulls out of your mouth with a growl. He grabs your arms and lifts you to your feet. He leans in and licks the tears off your cheek. Then he’s kissing you, stroking his tongue against yours. He grabs your face and moves you backward until your legs are hitting the bed.

“You’re gonna take this cum inside of you,” he say.

“Yes, Steve,” you huff. You rotate your jaw to get some feeling back into it. 

“You only earned one month back,” he say.

You open your mouth to speak but Steve’s eyes burns holy retribution. He finally snaps. He pushes you onto the bed. You hop once. He stares down at you and rubs his beard. You got the sense that he was trying to figure out the best way to attack you. 

He glares at you as he strips. His shirt and hoodie are off in one fell swoop and flung onto the floor. He shucks off his shoes and socks and relieves himself of his jeans and underwear.

Fuck, he was beautiful. Tanned skin, a glory trail down to his impressive dick. It bounces under your gaze and you lick your lips. 

“You better be fuckin’ wet,” he says. He rips open your robe, the snaps releasing at once. You learned your lesson with the button and latch ones. Your robes kept getting shredded with his inhuman strength. And you really like this one. 

You don’t wear anything underneath. Somehow you knew that tonight would be different. Whether it was a hunch or intuition, it came in handy tonight. His gaze roams over your body, sighing and cooing in pleasure.

“You’re really fuckin’ perfect,” he croons. He kept eye contact as he leans forward and over you, licking your tummy. You whimpers. His rough tongue was divine. Surely it was a crime to be this addicted to somebody. His every touch set your nerves on fire. 

Fresh arousal drips out of your pussy and you keen forward trying to get his attention. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of that needy little cunt for you,” he says. Oh god, you whimper. 

He climbs onto the bed, forgoing your usual treat of him eating you out. You hoped that after he got that post-nut clarity, he’d be all too happy to oblige. But knowing him, he’d stick to it out of spite. By simply knowing that you needed his lips on your pussy. 

As he came over you, he kisses you so sweetly. Feathering his kisses over your full, luscious lips. He kisses the side of your mouth and then your jaw. He licks a hot trail on your neck. 

Your hands came up to rub his back. He’s on fire. He’s a living furnace under your fingertips. His muscles contract and flex beneath your touch. 

“I’m gonna fill that needy cunt with my seed. I want you so full,” he growls in your ear. The subtle gravel in his voice makes you tingle all over. “I need you so badly. Please,” you beg. 

You’re not too proud to beg. Your pussy aches and feels empty. You need him to fill you up now.  You had a very low tolerance for just about everything. Least of all this weird middle between pleasure and pain. 

Steve denies you further. He continues to rain kisses on your chest, sucking on your titty and biting you. He licks the sting away and then latches on to your nipple. He sucks and teases the little bead between his teeth. He uses one hand to dig under you and grab on to your fat ass. 

He squeezes and growls in satisfaction. He uses his other hand to roll your other nipple with his fingers. You moan and writhe. You sigh. “Please, please, please,” you cry.

He kneads your breast and pinches your nipple. Then he switches sides. His mouth came over his favorite nipple and gave it just as much attention. Freezing hotel air hit your wet nipple and you shivered. His free hand came up to warm your titty once more. 

“Steve,” you beg. You couldn’t speak anymore. It was too much.

“That’s my filthy girl,” he says. He lowers his left hand to dance over your damp curls. You suck in a breath. He digs his finger between your pussy lips and sighs. You’e so wet, the sounds of which echoed in the silent room. 

“You’re making a mess over here, sweetheart,” he chides. You whimper and your legs shake. Your nails dig into Steve’s shoulders. He rubs your clit in agonizingly slow circles. Your arousal ramps higher and higher until your body begins to jerk and twitch. 

“Cum for me, dirty girl. Cum on my fingers,” he croons. 

You’re stuttering breaths and shaking so much that he leans down further until he is right on top of you. The solid weight of him made you come undone. He curls his fingers inside of you and you come with a powerful force, waves of please washing over you. Your body seizes as you come. 

Steve talks you down from it, calling you a pretty girl and beautiful and gorgeous. Each new adjective soaked into your brown skin, lighting you up from the inside. You absently rub his head, letting his silky tresses slip through your fingers. 

Your skin’s overheated. If it wasn’t for his body laying on top of yours, you would’ve been shivering from how incredibly cold you were. You sniffle as runaway tears escaped your eyes. 

Steve kisses your cheek, once again licking up the tears. He makes his way back to your mouth. He kisses you lazily. As if you had all the time in the world. He bites your bottom lip hard enough to sting. Then he licks it away. He leans back and sucks on his fingers. The fingers that were inside of you.

You smell your arousal on his fingers. Your breathing starts to settle as Steve sticks his fingers into your mouth. You taste yourself on his fingers and whimper. 

He leans up until he’s kneeling on the bed. He grabs your thighs and moves them to his hips so that he’s lined up perfectly. He pitches forward and lets his smooth dick rub your clit. You’re still a bit sensitive from your orgasm so you twitch on every up-slide. 

Then, he shoves in one full thrust. You’re so slippery, he slides in without resistance. You both moan at the contact. You’re finally full and fuck, it burns so good. He stays like that for a few moments as you acclimate to his size and girth. 

“Fuck. Your pussy feels so damn good,” he says. 

You whimper beneath him and move up and down, trying to signal without words that he needed to move. He pants above you. His floppy hair falls over his brow and half in his eyes. He licks his lips as he stares at you.

Oh, right. You tap his arm twice to let him know that you were okay and he could keep going. You found out pretty quickly that he was capable of rendering you catatonic. You needed a system that communicated through taps to let him know that you were down for everything he was doing. 

He leans forward and kisses you before sliding out of you and then sliding back in. “Such a messy, filthy girl. You’re making a mess all over my dick,” he says.

“Oh god, Steve,” you cry. You clench around his dick and you both groan. You grab onto his forearms and wrap your thick legs around his waist. He starts to piston inside of you, going so deep and hard that he’s hitting the shit out of your G spot. 

You hold on, bouncing on his dick. His balls slap against your ass. 

“Fuck, I’m going to give you all this cum, sweetheart. Tell me you want it,” he says.

“I want it so badly. Please fill me up, please.” 

A desperate need takes hold of you. He feels so good sliding in and out of you with ease. You truly are making a mess. He takes your wrists in his one palm and lifts them above your head until your breasts are on full display. His other hand grips your knee and pushes it back to get a better angle. Somehow, he’s able to go deeper and you make all kinds of incoherent sounds.

You’re pretty sure you’re gonna bruise in the morning. His grip is punishing, locking you into place. Steve chases his own orgasm, giving you no more thought as he closes his eyes and groane. His stomach contracts from the effort of gliding into you. 

“Take this fuckin’ cum, sweetheart. I want your pussy full of my cum. Only mine. Help me fill you up,” he grunts.

He thrusts harder, his thighs slapping against yours. You clench and clench around him, your belly burning with the need to cum. 

“I’m going to put a baby in that pussy of yours. I want your belly to be swollen,” he growl. 

“Oh fuck,” you scream. An orgasm rips through you. Sparks fly behind your eyelids. Your body convulses and twists and turns. Steve lets go of your wrists to hold himself up. He pumps three more times before bursting inside of you with a long, guttural moan. 

His hot seed squirts inside of you, bathing your insides. He pumps a few more times before dropping on top of you. He shakes and you rub his back. You touch every inch of him you could get your hands on. 

He withdraws and you make embarrassing squelching noises as he pulls out. His cum leaks out. You groan from the sensation. He leans up and away, leaning back on his haunches so he can grab your legs and spread them apart.

He surveys his handy work and lord help, but you were getting aroused again. He grunted in between his huffs. 

“You keep that fuckin’ cum inside you,” he growls. He dips his hand down to gather up the cum that slips out. Then he pushes it back inside of you, massaging your overworked pussy. 

“That’s my fuckin’ pussy, that I can use however I want right?” He asks.

“Yes, Steve,” you whisper. You shiver from him fucking his cum back into you. 

“You gonna keep this cum inside you? You gonna grow my baby?” He asks.

“Oh god, yes Steve,” you whine. 

This orgasm sneaks up on you. One minute he is adding a third finger inside of you and the next, you’re huffing and whining and whimpering again. He fucks you through it, moving his fingers in and out as you cry out. Your sweet cries flow over the walls and hit you back.

“So needy and filthy,” he says. 

As you come down, he grins at you for the first time that night. He licks his fingers as he gives you a devilish grin. 

“The things I’m going to do to you tonight,” he says wistfully. His eyes look over your deep russet skin, your big tummy, and juicy breasts. 

You yawn and he chuckles. “Thank you, sweetheart. Get some sleep, we’ve got a long night to make up for.”

Steve untangles himself from you, crossing the room to the bathroom. You curl up on your side as sleep tugs heavily. Steve returns with a washcloth to clean you up. You feel the cold circle of your arousal on the bed. It’s huge. You groan. You can’t believe that all of that came out of you. 

Steve takes care of himself with his own washcloth before laying down and pulling you into him. His warm chest hits your back and your ass hits his dick. You both sigh as you wiggle a bit. Steve tells you to behave. 

He wraps a massive arm around your waist and pulls you closer, his fingers curling underneath you. You’re locked in and aren't about to go anywhere. 

You fall into a deep, deep sleep curled up with the literal man of your dreams.

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[bluemoon-fever]

☆ alien superstar ☆ | steve rogers

MINORS DNI

"you see pleasure in my glare, look over my shoulder and you ain't scared"

pairings: steve rogers x alien!reader

summary: you're the girl out of this world, and he's the man out of time. both of you from two different worlds, out of place in the world, who meet during a chance encounter. you didn't expect to catch the eye of one of earth's mightiest heroes nor did he expect to catch yours. but in your worlds, one thing remains the same, nothing is ever as easy as it seems. you are his mission, and he is the one you need to be wary of. for some reason, you can't stay away from the man you've been warned against.

warnings: mcu deviation, angst, fluff, pining, cheating (not on the reader), smut (eventual and more detailed warnings will come later), bearded steve, consumption of drugs and alcohol, and more to be added later!

a/n: so i went on a little hiatus and during my time, beyoncé dropped the masterpiece that is Renaissance. alien superstar is one of my favorite songs of all time, and i could not get this concept out of my head!!! here's a little three-part story with steve rogers. part one will be out soon (i make no promises because my job has taken over my free time).

"i'm stingy with my love, ooo baby."

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[ramp-it-up]

Greater

Pairing: Pilot!Steve Rogers x Publicist! Reader

Word count:~3K

Summary: You let Steve know how you felt about him leaving you hanging.

This is part two to Great.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY Minors, DNI. Enemies to Lovers, and there was only one bed, angst, secrets, sexual frustration,allusion to dildos, Captain/Sir kink, praise/degradation kink, tight t-shirt and grey sweats on Steve, dirty talk, graphic sloppy oral, make receiving, face slapping. Not Beta’d. All errors are on me.

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Steve knew he should have avoided you when he came through the hotel lobby after his run to go back up to the room, but you eating breakfast solo on the terrace made him feel some kind of way. He watched as you gazed out over the Gulf of Genoa, feeling like a heel for leaving you in bed alone, but if he had stayed, you two would still be there.

Having you the way he did last night did not help his heart problem right now. You were taking up too much space in it, and he was afraid that the feeling wasn’t reciprocated. It couldn’t be. It was too soon for you. He’d fallen for you the moment he first saw you, and you didn’t even know when that was.

Your sister Aria, as clueless as she was, told your story: you hadn’t been with a man in a long time. Last night was just dumb luck for Steve, and physical need for you.

Being forced to stay in a space with such close quarters presented him the opportunity to get close to you, but it was disconcerting. He didn’t expect to be able to touch and kiss your most intimate places last night, but giving you pleasure was everything he’d dreamed of and more.

After putting you right to sleep, Steve felt a sense of accomplishment. But as he held you, he felt like a fraud, and soon escaped to go for a run on the beach to clear his head and calm his body.

Steve wanted nothing more than to give you more of the physical, which you clearly wanted. But what you needed was the truth. What he needed was your heart.

He looked down at his watch when he got a notification that Bucky had texted and planned to escape to the room, but when he looked back up, he was caught.

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After you awoke in bed alone, you got out of bed and showered, frustrated. And why wouldn't you be?

Steve gave you the best head of your life last night, didn’t let you return the favor, and then ghosted you. You looked in the mirror and tried to figure out if your pussy was broken or something.

At least Jake appreciated it.

You nodded as you tried to convince yourself that a hunk of latex was sentient.

Aria texted you that she and Topher were staying in their suite today, and to reschedule the yacht ride. Your troubles were forgotten as you once again tried to move heaven and earth for your darling little superstar sister.

Aria’s change of plans, despite being a pain in the ass, was a definite plus. You could spend the day exploring this beautiful town on your own.

You sat on the terrace solo, after trying in vain to obtain another room in the sold out resort. You were torn between pettiness and being a simp for Steve Rogers. The sound of the ocean sent your mind drifting back to the night before, how good Steve’s hands and mouth felt on you. You shivered, and you felt the hair raise on the back of your neck.

You looked around, and finally, behind you, to catch Steve’s eyes, as blue as the Gulf, watching you. You gulped, and before you could stop yourself, waved him over. You saw him blanch, hesitate, but come over. You frowned.

He clearly couldn’t stand you, but you were going to set the record straight.

You weren't going to spend this whole week on pins and needles with him.

No way.

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Steve approached you hesitantly, squaring his shoulders to combat his nerves. He stood before you in military posture, hands behind his back. When you looked him up and down and raised your eyebrow, almost ready for anything, he couldn’t help the smile that began to form on his face.

You were trouble.

You watched Steve approach and your stomach did a somersault. Damn, he was fine. The sweat at the collar of his t-shirt, which was hanging on to his torso for dear life, was some kind of powerful magic. Your panties were about as damp. And when he stopped in front of you, perfect posture, cock so close, well, it took serious willpower to not get down on your knees in front of all these people.

You looked up at his sexy smirk. Damn him. You needed to know what was up.

“Morning, y/n. Did you sleep well?”

You crossed your legs, making his eyes follow the motion, and it was then that he gulped, fantasizing about reaching down and grabbing you up to take you back to bed.

“I slept very well, Steve, but did not wake up that way? Please, sit down. We need to talk.”

The words tumbled out before you had a chance to think, and you frowned.

Steve watched your face as he took a seat. You were not happy. And it was never a good thing when someone said that phrase. He had a feeling he knew exactly the way this conversation was going to go.

“I know what you are going to say, last night was a mistake. And I agree with you.”

“Oh?”

You exhaled as you sat back in your seat. That is not what you were going to say at all, but you were glad that Steve was coming out with what he really felt.

“We were caught up in the moment, jet lag, emotional…and I… I took advantage of that. I’m sorry.”

Steve looked up at the waiter who’d appeared and ordered water. You sipped your mimosa as you watched him, the red creeping up from his neck to his face, his cheeks flushed.

He was being genuine.

And sweet.

Being in the entertainment industry as long as you had, you learned to read people quickly.

“Taking advantage of me would entail making me suck your cock like I wanted to, Captain Rogers. Not you eating me out like a pro. I feel like I took advantage of you?”

Steve’s eyes got wide as he gulped down his water. He coughed.

You watched that tongue dart out and lick those ruby red lips after he caught his breath. Whew, that side smile. You began to take this as a challenge. Steve’s words didn’t match his actions right now, and you were determined to find out why.

His deep voice gave you a clue.

“‘D’you like that?”

The way Steve was looking at you right now was everything. You smiled and leaned forward, noticing how his eyes went to your cleavage. The way his pupils were blown told you more.

You were beginning to change your mind about how Steve Rogers felt about you. He at least wanted your body. You had power.

“Yes, Captain.”

Steve almost moaned. The way you looked, your sultry tone, the fact that you said ‘making you suck his cock.’ He cleared his throat as your words raced around his brain. ‘…like you wanted to…, Captain…’

Fuck, he was screwed.

He straightened up.

“I mean… that wasn’t cool…”

You straightened up as well, jutting your breasts out as if an invitation. Steve shifted in his seat. You were making things hard for him.

“No. No it wasn’t…”

You pouted, thinking of the way he left you hanging.

“Fix that face, y/n.”

Holy hell. That command. He did want you to hit the ground right there. But you had to push back.

“Hmmmm. I guess I’m supposed to say, ‘Yes, Sir,’ Or you’ll spank me like you promised…”

You smiled at him mischievously.

You were such a brat. You had to be stopped. Before he lost control again.

“I didn’t promise that, y/n…”

Steve’s voice was broken and he licked his lips before taking another drink of water.

“Oh? I thought you said that?”

You twirled your finger around the rim of your glass and then dipped two into your drink, placing them into your mouth and slowly pulling them out of those lips. Steve licked his in response

Steve knew what you were doing, but it was long past time to turn back now. Blood was rapidly leading his brain. He grunted unconsciously, determined to stay in control.

“I’m not doing this with you. I need to take a shower.”

Steve got up and stalked toward the elevators, and you sat, steaming, in your seat. You were shaking with emotion. You realized the true source of your frustration. You wanted Steve, you were sharing a room, and you were in a beautiful setting. You didn’t have to be a love match, but why not go for it?

You called the waiter over and asked him to charge your breakfast to the account.

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As soon as the elevator doors closed, Steve wanted to pry them open to run back out to you. But space was the best answer right now. You were amping him up to do something reckless, something that would be irreversible. It was best that he kept his distance.

He entered the room and took off his shirt, going to the bathroom to turn on the water. He shook his head as he thought of you. You were such a menace.

When he turned around, there you were.

The look on Steve’s face was a little scary. You didn’t know if he was angry… or something else.

“....I need to get my…” Your eyes searched the bathroom. “...my lipgloss…”

You walked closer to him then turned toward the vanity and picked up a tube of your Glossbomb, leaning over toward the mirror, smearing a slick shiny across those lips.

Steve’s resolve began to crumble as he inhaled your scent and watched your lips shine. Your words came back to him. He wanted that mouth of yours.

You turned around.

“You didn’t answer my question, Captain.”

“What question was that, Doll?”

Steve moved closer to you, backing you up against the vanity. Your heart beat faster, but you pressed on.

“About the spanking…”

You felt dumb, but in a good way as Steve stared at you, seeing right through you. And then he smirked. He looked you up and down as he leaned forward and caged you in, hands on either side of you on the sink. Steam filled the room and came out of your ears.

“What I said was that I wanted to spank you when you were giving me attitude on the plane. Seems that was warranted. You don’t know when to stop.”

Steve’s voice broke as his breath fanned across your face. His mouth was so, so close to yours.

You sighed, and pouted again.

“I never stop, Captain. So does that make me a bad girl? I thought I was a good girl? It’s what you said last night.”

“I said that was a mistake.”

“What happened last night was a mistake, or saying that I’m a good girl?”

You were quick to reply as you cocked your head at him.

“Y’know, I wasn’t going to say that it was a mistake earlier. You put words in my mouth. That’s not what I want there…”

Steve slid his hand up your arm to your throat, and closed his fingers around it. It was nothing, almost, but enough to show you his power. You whimpered in his grip.

“You are maddening, you know that? You should leave well enough alone…”

You looked him in the eyes. You felt his hard cock against your stomach, even felt it jump as he searched your face and settled on your lips. You decided to try it.

“Let me go, and I’ll leave it alone… Don’t, and well, you can teach me how to be good again…”

Steve’s mind said to let you go, but it was his cock and his heart that made him do what he did next.

He whispered as he moved toward you, brushing the line of your jaw with his fingers. Your head was reeling from the sexy tone as you realized that he’d said, “Teach you a lesson…”

His lips slammed into yours, and his hands roamed your body, laying claim to what he wanted. You moaned as his tongue decimated you, letting him take what he wanted. When you separated, he asked you a question.

“What do you want in your mouth, y/n?”

“I want your cock in my mouth, Captain.”

“That sounds… “

Steve rested his forehead against yours. Your words gave him the image, and he couldn't resist. He cleared his throat again, then his blue eyes captured yours. Steel.

“Go sit on the edge of the bed…”

“Yes, Sir.”

The way he clenched his jaw had your pussy doing the same as you practically skipped to the next room and did as you were told. He was standing right in front of you again, running his palm down his hardness outside of his sweats. Your heart beat with anticipation.

You whined when he reached inside his sweats and pulled it out. It looked so big, so hard, the peach mushroom tip weeping and pretty, but big. You looked up at him with wide eyes.

The way you suddenly looked scared made Steve get even harder.

“You sure this is what you want?”

He was stroking his cock, and using his thumb to lubricate himself. He was restraining himself from touching you, but you didn’t know that, all that you saw was the sexy veins bulging down his arms as he jacked it in front of you.

“Y-yes…”

You reached for it and Steve moved closer, moaning when your small, cool hand closed around his hot throbbing staff. When you started pumping him was when his head started swimming.

“God, Doll…”

Your mouth fell open, those glossy lips a magnet for his cock. He didn’t know if you were leaning towards him, or if he were moving closer to you, but none of that mattered when your lips and tongue made contact.

He hissed at the sensation.

“SSsssss, y/n,”

He looked down at you as you stared up at him. You were entranced, his smell of musk and sweat was intoxicating.

“Those eyes. That mouth. Open. Wider.”

He had a grip on your chin, firmly pulling your jaw down to accommodate him.

As you kept eye contact, you saw a ferality that made you shiver. You wanted that look on you forever. You tried to unhinge your jaw as Steve slid his smooth cock inside your mouth.

He stopped once your mouth was full, but you continued, allowing his access to your throat.

“Ohhhhh. So goood...”

Steve pulled out of your mouth and stuck two fingers in, watching as you licked and sucked them, pumping his wet cock with your hand.

“That mouth. You’re not giving me any sass now, are you?”

He held your chin again and looked you in the eye, lighty slapping your jaw.

You gasped, then smiled and shook your head as you eagerly sucked along the side of his dick.

“No, Sir,” you replied, your mouth full of Steve.

You stuck your tongue out and deep throated him bobbing slowly as you pumped him with your hand.

“Go ahead. Get sloppy with it.”

You spit on his dick as you went to town, going faster when Steve gathered your hair in his hand and moved you at his preferred pace.

“Look at me when you do that.”

Your eyes snapped to his, thighs clenching at his tone.

“Look at you. Are you a slut for this cock already?”

You pulled off with a plop to spit again.

“Yes, Captain.”

And you started glugging him, moving your hand and making Steve’s knees weak.

“Holy Fuck, that’s good. Yessss.”

You smiled at the praise and started jacking him against your outstretched tongue.

“Yes, yes, yessss. Suck the tip again. That fucking mouth.”

You did as you were told, taking him inside and jacking what didn’t fit.

Steve started moaning and pulled your hair so that you looked up at him.

“Stop if you don’t want my cum in your mouth.”

You jacked him even faster.

“I want it, Captain..”

You slapped his cock against your lips and then resumed sucking as Steve grunted and buried his fingers in your hair.

“So… fucking… good… good girl…fuckkk! I’m cumming. Dirty girl. That mouth is so damn good.”

Steve was full of contradictory praise as he held his balls and you jacked his cock fast, allowing your mouth to make the most pornographic sounds around him.

“Oh! Oh shit ohshit oooooh oooohh shitttttt!”

You slowed down when you felt the first spurt against your tongue and you let it fall out of your mouth. Steve was hypnotized as he took his cock and pumped it into your mouth as you swallowed.

“What a dirty little girl. Good girl gone bad. You love this, don’t you?”

You nodded as you swallowed, your eyes tearing as the cum squirted into your throat.

“Fuuuuuucckkkk.”

Steve was profane as he watched you swallow it all and clean him up.

“That was amazing, Doll. Thank you.”

He reached down and traced your swollen lips with his thumb. He knew what you wanted, what you needed next. But there was really no turning back from that.

“I think we’re even now. I’m going to go take that shower.”

Steve turned and went back into the bathroom, leaving you to wonder which was greater, your need or your pride.

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[venusstorm]

East Coast Ridin’

Driving along the East Coast with Steve Rogers started off okay, but quickly it began to spiral as both of you became agitated with the other.

Warnings: 18+, degradation, slight dumbification, car sex, public sex, teasing, spanking

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"Mhm I love this song" you smile, the warm breeze hitting your face as the sweet words of your favorite artist came blasting through your old stereo system. You shut your eyes tightly and imagine being back home. The fresh air was like a warm hug. You missed driving down long bendy roads and staring off into the distance at the mountain ranges. Trees were plentiful and each one sprung bright green leaves that cascaded shadows onto the ground. That's exactly what this song reminded you of. Home.

As the song came to a close, you opened your eyes to see Steve giving you a heated stare.

"What?" You laugh.

"You're so beautiful when you're thinking," he blushes. His blue eyes now refusing to meet yours as he focuses on the road ahead.

Did Steve Rogers just flirt?

A wide grin spreads across your lips. Steve was stoic and hardly ever let his thoughts become real life words. You didn’t expect for him to say something so bold. 

"So I'm beautiful huh?" you tease.

"Breathtakingly gorgeous. If I turned to look at you I'm sure I'd crash this pretty mustang of yours."

Your breath hitches. "Don't play like that, you’re lucky I let you drive her in the first place!"

"She does ride awfully well. I see why you're so in love with her."

It was true. The light blue convertible was your most prized possession. After driving past your neighbors house and seeing the beauty sitting in the yard with a "for sale" sign attached to the window, you knew that baby was yours. She came home with you a few days later and no matter how many shop visits she requires, you still have zero regrets.

With the top down, the wind attempting to blow through your thick hair, you stare out into the distance. The roads were practically empty and the only sights to see were empty fields of corn and scattered farm animals. You had a long ways left till you reached the mission location in Virginia, and the both of you were exhausted.

You shook your head in annoyance, "not sure why you didn't want to take the jet."

"What? Tired of me already?" He chuckles, reaching over and shoving your knee jokingly.

"And if I am?" You test.

"Then I guess I'll drop you off at the nearest airport and meet you there...with the car," he smirks.

You gasp. "Over my dead body."

Steve erupts in laughter, his head finally turning to meet your eyes as they crinkle from his smile.

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As the bright afternoon began to transition into a purple sunset, the top of your car was pulled back up. You shift uncomfortably in your seat, the close proximity between you and Steve in the car much more noticeable.

You watch him drive, his body positioned far back, one hand on the wheel while the other rested on the shift gear. And after hours of wind blowing through his hair, he looks surprisingly adorable. He didn’t look like the clean and tidy Captain that you were familiar with. Instead he truly seemed carefree.

"You keep staring at me," he states, interrupting your gawking and shocking you back into reality.

"What?" You sputter.

He glances at you, a knowing smirk on his stupid face. “I said, you’ve been staring at me for the past five miles.”

“Does it make you nervous?” You question, not wanting to back down and admit that you were indeed staring at him intently.

Steve’s voice comes out shaky, “No.”

You turn your face towards him dramatically, eyes gleaming humorously as Steve becomes visibly frustrated.

“You’re distracting me,” he sighs.

“Am I?” You grin.

Confidence blooming inside of your body, you take your hand and trail it along his pants. Slowly you inch your way upwards, pausing at the waistband.

He says your name, warning you to stop. But you were never one to follow the Captain's orders without a fight.

You slid your hand underneath his sweats, brushing over his hair and letting it rest on top of his groin.

Suddenly Steve swerves right sending you tumbling to the side. “The fuck Rogers!” You shout, eyes wide as he pulls over onto the side of the road and stops the car.

“Get out,” he states calmly. “I’m not gonna tell you twice.”

“Are you forgetting who’s car—"

He shoots you a menacing glare, eyebrow raised as if daring you to finish that sentence.

Standing your ground, you cross your arms against your chest.“This is my car. I’m staying inside of it.”

Clearly you provided the wrong answer because Steve hops out of the vehicle and makes his way to the passenger side. And before you even have the chance the lock the door he was grabbing you, pulling you out and slamming you against the side of the car.

He presses himself against you, nose grazing against your neck as he threatens you to say anything.

“This what you been wanting doll? Wanted me to pull over so I could fuck you for being such a damn brat.”

“Yes,” you breath.

Steve pulls your hair until your lips were only inches apart. “Yes what?” He tests.

You froze, unsure of what to say next. “Yes Steve?” You whisper hesitantly.

He flips your sundress up quickly, a loud slap sounding against your ass. “Try again,” he spat.

Pain and pleasure began to swirl inside of you. The sting still prominent against your skin as you try again. “Yes Captain.”

“Atta girl.” He kisses you roughly, one hand gripping your chin while the other crept its way to your entrance.

You already knew what he would find the moment he pulls down your panties. Being trapped with a man that made you achingly horny for an entire car ride was a dangerous game. One that you had clearly lost because your underwear is soaked completely.

Shaking his head in disbelief, Steve slides his cock out. He knew he couldn’t judge you, not when his own pants had been growing a wet spot after only an hour in of the trip.

You whimper as he began to slowly grind into you. He was thick, veins creeping around his cock making him hypersensitive to every little movement you make. His head was already dripping with pre-cum, the milky substance landing itself between your thighs as he pushes inside of you.

He slid into you with ease, heavy groans escaping his lips from the tight feel. You felt your walls stretch around him, encapsulating him until you withheld everything he had to give.

Steve presses into you roughly, his thrusts quick and deep. He was louder than you expected him to be, filthy words flowing from his lips and serenading you like a song.

A flash of bright lights came into your peripheral vision. Headlights. But Steve had no intentions of stopping. In fact he grips you harder, his mouth hovering over yours as he tells you how pretty you look trapped within his arms.

He reaches down to rub your clit, his grunts growing louder the closer the car approaches.

The car honks loudly, curses flowing from the drivers mouth before continuing to drive off. You wanted to feel embarrassed but instead all you felt was Steve’s cock driving in and out of your sopping cunt. This entire situation was obscene and yet you loved every moment of it.

Arousal floods your core and suddenly you felt yourself gushing against him, screaming out in pleasure as your knees began to buckle.

Steve quickly held you upwards, his pace remaining the same as he sought out to finish inside of you.

“See what you did doll? Came all over me like the little slut you are. You liked being caught didn’t you?” He taunts.

You could hardly speak, words beginning to flow from you mindlessly. “M’sorry,” you babble. At this point, your mind was growing fuzzy and all you want is to feel Steve release inside of you.

“Need you to fill me up Captain. Please,” you beg. “Used to get off on you— fuck— on you cumming deep inside me.”

Steve growls at your confession. The imagery alone sending him into overdrive. He began to picture your fingers dancing along your cunt, thrusting them inside of yourself as you cry out his name.

He pushes deep inside of you before finally letting go. You sob his name as you felt the white ropes being released— and you continued to do so upon realizing that he still wasn’t stopping. Steve was still cumming, his body shaking as he tries his best to continue holding onto your waist. 

After he came back down to earth, he rests his head against your shoulder before slowly sliding back out. Both of you shuttering at the action.

Steve turns you around to face him and magically all the confidence he withheld vanishes. He felt small underneath your gaze. Vulnerable.

“Do you actually think about me in that sense?” He questions, referring back to your sex drunken confession about getting off to the thought of him.

You nod. “Yea. But I don’t just think about you sexually Rogers…I like a lot of things about you.”

He blushes at your confession. “I like a lot of things about you too.”

Grinning, you press your lips against his. It was slow and meaningful and neither of you want to stop. But eventually the two of you pull away, sighing in content. 

“But if you ever swerve my car like that again Rogers I will kill you,” you point. 

“Counting on it,” he smirks. 

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#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x woc!reader #steve rogers x black reader #steve rogers x you #steve rogers x smut #chris evans character x reader #steve rogers fic #steve rogers #captain america x you #captain america x reader #steve rogers captain america #marvel smut

[syntheticavenger]

Love Again

I got inspired by a little song.

Steve Rogers x Tattooed! Female Reader

Word Count: 775

Warnings: None.

Summary | A little leap of faith is all you need to breathe.

The moonlight shines on your face, closing your eyes to let it sink into your skin, fingers gripping the handlebars. Ink is etched into your skin, covering your whole arm, opening your eyes to look at the latest and final piece on your sleeve. A birthdate that means nothing to those who catch a glimpse and everything to you. Under the black leather gloves, you can still make out the ring, knowing that all is right in the world, flexing your fingers to feel the soft weight of it, a confirmation that even when you’re apart, Steve is still there.

The bike is just another reminder, your smile spreading at the thought of how he’s trusted you with his pride and joy – even if you know that honestly, his pride and joy is you. The snap had put so much into perspective. Usually used to running from anything having to do with matters of the heart, Steve had managed to find the small allowances you’d made to get you to open up, your foot flexing on the accelerator, the moon lighting your way on the winding road.

You needed to clear your head, get out in the open space, let the world engulf you for a few moments so that you could sort it out. When those thoughts come in, they come with a vengeance. How could a super soldier, one who fought and saw more atrocities than you could ever think of, want someone like you, a bartender who happened to serve him on a late weekday shift, letting him stay as long as he wanted while you slowly closed up. You both had so much in common, losing your parents at a young age, losing more in the snap, including your best friend.

Your phone vibrates in your pocket, pulling off to the side of the highway, seeing his name that still makes you smile, swiping to answer. The sound of pots and pans are in the background, Steve’s voice deceptively low when he greets you.

“How’s my bike?”

“Good,” you answer, cradling the phone between your shoulder and cheek. “What are you up to?”

“Finding the perfect ratio of heavy cream and parmesan cheese. Not as easy as these tube videos like to say.”

“YouTube,” you correct him with a laugh, Steve groaning.

“Yeah, yeah. Come home,” he urges gently. “Dinner is almost ready.”

His voice trails off for a moment, your answer on the tip of your tongue.

“Unless you need more time,” Steve continues. “Then I understand.”

“I feel better,” you answer him, headlights coming up over the pass that wash you in a sea of bright light.

“Good,” comes his reply. You know that he’ll never rush you, never ask you of anything.

You’re still getting used to that.

“Do you want me to pick anything up?”

“Nope. Just you. I made your favorite.”

Since retiring from the Avengers post snap and post Thanos, he has nothing but time, enough to busy himself with recipes and perfecting the way he takes you apart whenever you have a night off – and sometimes even when you don’t.

“I’ll be there soon.”

When you hang up, pushing your phone back in your pocket, you have to remind yourself that this is real. Everything you’re experiencing, even down to the bike that can swallow you whole and how he looks at you with adoration before you finally fall asleep – all of that is new to you, your mind still trying to process what care feels like.

What love feels like.

It’ll take you approximately thirty minutes to get home.

You don’t like to speed. Steve is still a stickler for the rules and you promised you’d be safe on his motorcycle, slowing down just enough so that you’re five above the speed limit.

But the more you think about him, the color of his eyes that seem to change when he’s happy – or God help you, right before he’s about to ruin you in every sense of the word, the speed increases before familiar streets come into view.

Maybe it can’t be helped that you were moving a little too fast but seeing him waiting for you on the steps, his eyebrow raised at how quickly you made the turn makes you know that you’re in for a lecture – something more if you’re lucky when you finally park.

“You look so damn good on my bike,” he tells you, the wonder still in his voice after all these months. “But you’ll look even better on my lap later.”

#steve rogers #steve rogers fic #steve rogers x you #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x female reader #steve rogers x black reader #Spotify

[adoreyouusugar]

I need a short fic written with one of Chris Evans’ characters with the song Sleep without You by Brett Young as the inspiration

#brett young #chris evans #ari levinson #captain america #lloyd hansen #ransom drysdale #hugh ransom drysdale #chris evans x black reader #ari levinson x black!reader #captain america x black reader #ransom drysdale x black!reader #lloyd hansen x black!reader #andy barber x black!reader #andy barber #steve rogers x black reader #steve rogers x black!reader #steve rogers #steve rogers x you #andy barber x y/n #ari levinson x woc reader #lloyd hansen x you #ransom drysdale x you #chris evans x black female reader #chris evans x woc

[dyinglikenarcissus]

Good Vibrations

Steve Rogers x black female reader

Steve gets his best girl a little going away gift 😉

More of Steve and his little princess from The Cabin universe. This is the one I wanted to post so here it is. I proof read it once but we all know I’m dyslexic (I should just start putting that disclaimer on all of my fics)

Warnings: 18+ only! Smut, use of vibrators, over stimulation, threats of violence, public mastrubation maybe? I also think I’ve been spelling that word wrong my entire life but apple refuses to acknowledge it as a word

Please don’t copy or repost my work, thanks! Plagiarism is rude

Comments, likes, and reblogs are always appreciated ☺️

3k words (kinda short for me)

You moan softly as you hear your name in a low voice that you love. “Little princess. I need you to wake up.” You feel a rough set of fingers run across your cheek rousing you a little further into the waking world. You curl a little further into your plush sheets not wanting you leave your dream about your and Steve’s wedding day but the subject of your dream continues to try to wake you.

“Come on, sweet girl. Up.” You feel his lips brush against the skin he was just touching.

“What’s wrong, Stevie?” You finally whisper not wanting to open your eyes.

“There’s my beautiful girl,” Steve smiles against your cheek. You laugh a little at his words. You can feel the dried drool around your mouth as you rub the crust from your eyes. You had to look anything but beautiful. “You’re gonna hate me but I just got a call.” You whine softly as you sit up and finally look at him. He’s already dressed in his stealth suit, shield strapped to his back, helmet in hand. He’d must have been up for a while letting you sleep peacefully.

“What’s going on?” You frown, already missing him. You wrap your arms around his shoulders and pull him closer making him nuzzle his face in your shoulder. The smell of worn leather and synthetic material is a comfort and a curse.

“Scott and Sam ran into some trouble in DC. I shouldn’t be away long. It’s just a couple hours away.”

You still sigh softly. It’s always the ones that he promises will be easy that end up taking him away from you for weeks.

“I say it every time and I’ll say it again: tell me ‘no’ and I’ll stay.” He mutters into your neck. He knows you’ll never tell him ‘no’. You know he could never leave his friends in danger. You know he could never leave anyone in danger. And you’d never stop him from saving the world one last time.

“Go,” you breathe.

He hums into your skin but doesn’t pull away. “I, uh, I got you something.” He clears his throat and pulls away slightly. “Close your eye and open your legs.”

“What?” You laugh in disbelief at the ridiculous statement making him smile. “Is it going away sex?”

“Just do as I say,” he smiles and presses his lips to yours.

You mutter a quiet ‘fine’ and do as he says. “Good girl,” he purrs. You hear some shuffling and a low buzz that sounds like a cell phone before you feel his rough finger at the band of your sleeping shorts. You bite your bottom lip to hold back a laugh but then he slips something into your shorts and tucks it around your clit. “You can take it off for showers and to clean it only. Understand?”

“Yes, sir,” you grin.

He gives you an approving hum and presses a kiss to your forehead. “I love you so much.”

“I love you, too, Ste-ahhhhuhhhaaaa-“ you gasp as the vibrations run through your clit and leaving you practically immobilized. It’s stops almost as quickly as it started and you know he’s going to have far too much fun with this.

Steve chuckles darkly and pulls away. “Walk me out, princess,” he requests as he holds out his hand for you. You nod and slide out of bed to follow him to the door.

“I do have work. Don’t get too carried away with this thing.”

“Stay home then,” Steve grins and presses a kiss to the back of your hand. “You could use some you time.” You just groan and roll your eyes. “I’ll keep an eye on you,” he assures, tapping his cell phone to your head. Both of you agreed to share your locations with each other shortly after moving in together. You just worried about him. It gave you a little peace of mind. “One more kiss for the road?” You grin and stand on your toes to press a kiss to his lips. “Two more,” he mutters against your lips as you happily oblige. “Three more.”

“You’re pushing it, mister,” you joke but you’d never deny him anything. You slot your lips to his one last time not wanting to let go but you do when his phone chimes. It’s a chime you know all too well. “Car’s here,” you sigh. “Be careful, please.”

“Yes, ma’am,” his smiles and presses one final kiss to your lips before disappearing out the door.

It’s still dark out and still your weekend. You should try to go back to sleep but it was always hard to sleep the first few nights after he leaves. You crawl back into bed and just smell him on his pillow as you hug it to your chest.

You miss the strong presence of him at your back.

You huff softly and turn a calming video on on your phone and attempt to relax.

“Shit!” You hiss at the harsh vibrations at your core. Your eyes fly open to see the sun out and the room empty but your clit quickly pulls you back down to the bed. “Uhhhuh, huh, huh,” you sigh huffing as the pulses alternate between long drawn out vibrations and short buzzes. Oh God, oh God, oh God, you’re close. Your hips buck against the air chasing your high. So fucking close.

Then your phone buzzes on the night stand.

You suck in a breath and attempt to get blood back into your arms to answer it. You manage to lift it to your face to see a picture of you and Steve on your short cabin trip. “Stevie?” You manage between breath.

“Hey, princess!” He greets cheerily. “Just letting you know I’m in DC.”

“Uhuh,” you moan attempting to focus.

“Nat’s here. You’re on speaker.” You can hear the cheeky grin in his voice. Of course someone was there so you couldn’t verbally berate him for waking you up like this.

You attempt to school your voice but it still shakes as you respond. “I’m gl-glad you boooooth made it-made it safe,” you stutter as you flip over to hump the bed.

“Did I wake you, sweetheart?” Steve asks.

“Ye-yeah but-but-but I needed to ge-heeeet up.”

“Is she alright?” You hear Natasha ask and your embarrassment shoots through the roof.

“She’s fine,” Steve answers. “She’s battling allergies.”

“Ugh!” The red head groans. “Know how that is. Have Steve dust for you when he gets back.” She instructs and you just nod. All you can do is nod.

So close! So so close…

“Princess? You still there?”

“Yes,” you squeak.

“How are you liking your present?” This cheeky giant buff bastard. The buzzing reaches a crescendo as you attempt to get as much friction as possible. Too much! Too much! Way too much. You let out a high whine and press your hips into the bed roughly.

“Ish puuurfect,” you slur finally cumming but the vibrations don’t stop but you’re already so sensitive and your core is so wound up and everything feels so vibrant and tangible until-

“Ohhhh,” you moan.

“Oh?” Steve laughs and the pulses stop.

Oh.

“You alright there, sweetness?” You wiggle your hips in the puddle you just made on the bed. Did you just…?

“I-I think so?” You ask as if he can confirm your suspicions from so far away.

“Well, I’ll let you go. Duty calls. I love you.”

“I love you,” you exhale and drop your head back against the pillows. The phone beeps indicating the end of a call and a text comes through almost immediately.

Did you cum, sweet girl?

You laugh breathlessly at the message and type a reply as quickly as you can.

I think I squirted

You smirk at yourself and get up to grab a towel to dry your wet spot. You’ve never done that before.

You almost felt powerful.

And all it took was a little vibrating piece of silicone?

Damn! And I missed it???

You smile and decide it’s time to start your day and get out of your wet shorts.

“Shit,” you sigh looking at the wet spot on the bed. You attempt to pat the spot dry while your phone continues to buzz. You better wash these sheets, too.

You know I’m going to have to recreate that so I can taste it for myself Steve continues making you moan. You can just imagine him pulling that out of you with his heavy dick inside of you. You feel yourself getting wet all over again at the thought but Steve leaves your poor abused clit alone.

For the moment.

After spending the last of your day off cleaning the house since you had to wash the sheets anyway, you find a towel to sleep on. Just in case. You don’t want to wash the bedding again.

And you’re beyond glad you did.

Just as you cuddle up with a book before bed, your phone chimes and you know exactly who it is.

“Hey, baby,” you sigh putting the phone on speaker.

“Hey, sweetness. Just checking in.”

“How is everything going there?” You ask, closing your book to give him all of your attention.

“It’s going,” he sighs. He sounds so tired.

“Can’t wait for you to come back home.”

“Can’t wait to get home,” he mutters. “But this will have to do for now.” You know he about to turn on this terrible vibrator.

“No-no-no-no-no-nggghhh,” you moan bracing yourself against the bed frame as the pulsating starts. “Please, Stevie,” you whine.

He hums and you can hear his smile. He’s enjoying this far too much. “You know I love to hear you say my name like that,” he says making you whimper at his deep voice. You want him here. You want him touching you. But damn, this thing is going to break you!

“Need you!”

“I know, princess. I’ll be home as soon as I can.” His voice lowers and you wonder if he’s alone. “But in the meantime, tell me what you’ll do when I get there?”

You let out a high pitched whine at the thought and how close you are to cumming. Your core is pulsating with the beat of your heart and you can’t think straight enough to speak.

You know exactly what you’re going to do to him. You’re gonna ride his dick like your life depends on it then you’re gonna punch him in his beautiful face for doing this to you. “Princess, answer the question,” Steve insists.

You’re going to make him regret it.

“I’m gonna suck the life out of that ever replenishing dick of yours and when you tell me you can’t cum anymore, I’ll make you sit back and take it until you pass out,” you get out through gritted teeth as you grip the headboard and mattress. Your essence starts to drip down your thigh but you know he’s not going to stop until he’s good and ready.

“Big words coming from you, sweet girl,” he chuckles. “Can you even stand right now?” You don’t give him the satisfaction of an answer. Besides, you don’t think your mouth will work anymore as you gasp at the tightening feeling in your core building again.

You rip your sleeping shorts down your ass just in time to watch the fountain flow out of you and on to your waiting towel.

“Please, Stevie. Ngggh no more!” You cry as it continues the pulsing building in you core again threatening to make you release more.

“A little more. How are you going to dish it out if you can’t take it?” A fresh flow of your juices forces it’s way out of you and you think you’ll pass out.

“Please, please, please, please, please,” you beg but Steve only chuckles.

“You want me to stop?”

“Yeeeees!”

“Hmmm. I should get off the phone. I’m pretty sure Bucky is listening to every word of this conversation.”

“Steve!” Now you were embarrassed! Please, just make it end!

“You know how much he likes you. He’s probably loving this.” You can hear the smirk in his voice while you bury your face in your boyfriend’s pillows. You want him in you too bad to truly want him to stop. “Imagining you making all those pretty noises for him. But you’re all mine. Aren’t you, sweetness?”

“Yeaah! I’m yours! All yours!” The vibrations intensify to the point that your body is just pouring juices.

“One more? Make it a good one.”

A cry rips from you because you know he won’t stop until he gets what he wants.

You brace yourself for another release that comes almost instantly leaving you whimpering into your sheets.

“Good girl.” Then it stops. It takes you a moment to regain your breath. You didn’t even realize you were holding it. You’re pretty sure you gained new muscles from tensing your core for so long.

You let out a relieved sigh and can’t help but laugh. “You alright, princess?”

“Perfect,” you giggle making him laugh right along with you.

“I should really let you sleep. You have work in the morning.”

“How am I supposed to sleep after that with no cuddles?” You whine.

“You know I want to be right there with you. Clean you up and kiss your neck. Play with your boobs until you want to go one more round.”

“Steve!” You cry as you pull the soaked towel from under you and toss it to the floor. “Miss you.”

“Miss you more. Go to sleep. I’ll be home soon.”

“Promise?”

“Promise. I love you so much.”

“Love you, too, Stevie. Goodnight, Bucky!”

“‘Night, doll!” You hear a distant voice call making you both laugh.

“Goodnight, baby.”

“‘Night, princess,” Steve sighs. There’s a soft beep and you know the call has ended leaving you alone and so wound up and sore. You attempt to get comfortable but it’s never the same without your Stevie.

You snag his pillow to cuddle with and fall into a restless sleep.

Steve is good after that. Only torturing you at night, before bed. Sometimes he calls and acts like he’s having the most normal conversation when all you can respond with is cries and moans. Sometimes he just texts. That’s how you know he’s deep into his mission but he never leaves you unsatisfied.

But he leaves you alone throughout your day. You stay on edge knowing he could but also knowing he would never.

You lean against the counter of your coffee shop at a slow part of the day. This is normally when just you and Steve would be here. Sometimes Bucky and Sam would join him. Even rarer times Natasha would come in.

But they were all away.

So you sigh and clean the counter for the third time when your phone buzzes with a text message

I’ll be home tonight

You gasp in delight and let out an excited squeal. Stevie’s coming home! Stevie’s coming home! Stevie’s coming-oh?

Your thighs clench as you almost double over.

He wouldn’t.

I want you nice and wet for me 😘

He’s knows you don’t close until 8. And you don’t leave until 9! He just expects you to deal with this for the next three hours?!

Please, don’t do this You reply and you can practically see his smirk on his beautiful smug face.

Go home early

You can’t.

You own the place. You can do whatever you want He texts in succession.

Or stay there and suffer…

Old people and their ellipses!

What if I just take it out? You type frustratedly.

Somebody wants to be punished…

You let out a groan just as woman walks in

“Hi! Welcome to MotherLand!” You greet tersely. Please just know what you want and get out!!!

“Hello,” she smiles. “I’m meeting some friends here. Mind if I take a table?”

“Of course,” you grin, teeth clenching so hard you might break a molar.

Please, Steve! For the love of God! I have a customer!

Read.

Read?!

He has the audacity to leave you on read? Oh, he’s gonna get it!

The woman’s friends come. And they stay. And chat. And laugh and joke and have a wonderful time all while you suffer. You even let them stay past closing while you clean up.

And the vibrations continue.

You put on a pad but by 8:45 you feel it starting to soak through.

“I’m so sorry ladies, but it’s closing time,” you smile at the group. They give you their thanks and leave a handsome tip and finally shuffle out.

And as soon as you lock the door behind them it stops.

You let out a gasp. It stopped.

You’re gonna kill him.

You turn toward the bathroom to clean yourself up but just as you reach the door, there’s a knock at the window.

Oh! Would you look at that? A beautiful blond dead man waving at you through your freshly cleaned window.

You grimace at him and turn back to the bathroom.

He can wait.

When you reemerge, refreshed and slightly less on edge, you find him leaning against the front door with his arms crossed around his broad chest.

You take a steeling breath and finally open the door for him.

“Missed you, princess,” he grins lifting you from behind your thighs to kiss you softly.

“Missed you, too, baby,” you smile and kiss him back. “So, so much,” you whisper burying your face in his neck while pressing more kisses to his heated skin.

“And I thought you had enough of me.”

“I’ll never have enough,” you mutter and slide down his body back to the floor. You grip his hand and tug him behind the counter.

You press his back against the counter, pulling him down for more kisses against his pillowy lips. It wasn’t the first time you’d done this. With the front lights off, passersby couldn’t see anything really from the sidewalk. Sometimes you really needed him. Like right now.

You just couldn’t. Get. Enough.

A smirk plays on your lips as your lips trail to his jaw. One of those beautiful groans leaves his throat and it almost makes you forget your own mission.

No! Eyes on the prize.

“Can I show you how much I missed you?” You ask innocently, looking up at him through your lashes.

He clears his throat nervously and nods. “Please, princess.”

You smile and your hands knead his hard pecks through his stealth suit. You can’t wait to get him out of this thing and into a bath with you. But first…

Your fingers tips trail down his abs to find purchase at his belt.

“You sure, baby?” You ask coyly, meeting his gaze

“Don’t keep me waiting, sweetheart,” Steve chuckles making you smile.

To think he used to make you so nervous.

You sink to your knees in front of him and slip off his belt with little effort never loosing eye contact. You could strip off his entire uniform without looking at this point.

You carefully place it at his feet and move on to his pants zipper. Soon, his pulsing red cock is completely free and dripping for you.

You finally stare up at him and grip him with just the perfect amount of pressure that leaves him reeling. His blue eyes flutter shut making you smile just as you wrap your lips around his tip.

A soft whine leaves him as he grips the counter behind him making you moan. He’s so big and thick and strong.

But you want to see him weak.

Your free hand finds his belt below you and feels for his phone while you work him like lollipop, sucking with the perfect amount of suction and speed. He may have a super soldier brain but you have a mind like a steel trap. Everything he loves is so lovingly memorized from the way you squeeze him with the perfect amount of force to the way you expertly juggle his balls. He’s a whimpering mess for you.

“Fuck, sweetness. I’m close,” he moans, tangling his fingers into your dreads. He doesn’t even need to apply pressure. You know exactly what he wants. What he needs.

“Cum for me, baby,” you beg, pulling away to suck kisses to his sack while your hands thrust and twist in perfect motion.

“Fuck!” He cries and grips your roots to press his tip to your lips as he erupts into your mouth. You suck everything from him while you continue to pump his cock, making sure to milk out every drop. “You’re so good for me,” he praises making you preen and lick the cum from around your mouth.

You press one last kiss to his tip before tucking him back into his pants, redoing his belt, and standing to receive a shower of kisses.

You hum in delight from his praise, giggling as his lips tickle your neck.

“Let me grab my stuff so we can go home,” you laugh, tapping your hand to his chest.

“Alright,” he sighs and lets you pull away.

The second you step into the kitchen you hear a soft groan and your lips curl into a sinister smile.

“What the fuck?” Steve barks as soon as you exit the kitchen with your bag catching him attempting to remove the vibrator wrapped around his dick.

“Oh! That’s where I put it,” you smile and up the intensity, stopping any further movement from him.

“Yo-you’re gonna get i-aaaaaah,” Steve threatens and attempts to grab his phone.

“Oh, no. I don’t think so,” You sigh and increase the vibrations to the point that you can now hear it loud and clear.

“Shiiit!” Steve groans gripping the counter.

“Come on. What’s taking you? Let go home.”

“You’re eviiiiiiil,” he moans but follows you slowly.

“I learn from the best,” you smirk watching his dick attempt to break through his suit with every step. “Let’s get you home and cleaned up. You must be so uncomfortable: all sticky and hard and wet.” You just hear and deep growl come from him.

You’re definitely gonna get it when you get home but seeing him like this is so worth it.

Dividers by the wonderful Firefly

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18 + DubCon/NonCon

Tony was delighted. He had finally found a perfect match for Steve Rogers, former Captain America. Steve Rogers, the man out of his time, was a really picky guy. Every avenger had given up hope after setting him up with many different women…

After the battle with Thanos, Tony Stark had taken it upon himself to find someone perfect for Steve Rogers because only he could find a way around the legalities of international law…

He outfitted F.R.I.D.A.Y. with everything Steve Rogers could want from a woman. It was not that hard to track his bodily functions around the Avengers Head office or even in the building. All he needed to do that was to find a woman from around the world that had those amalgamated attributes for him to track down and either try to convince her to join Avengers where Tony could put her where Steve Rogers could find himself or to offer up her location to SHIELD to grab her, those Steve Rogers fanatics would do anything to please their lord and saviour.

Name - Y/N Y/L/N

Age – Y/A

Nationality – N

Calculated Compatibility with Steven Grant Rogers- 99.9%

This flashed across Tony’s lab and all the data about you. Anything linked to you was being displayed on the hologram projections.

“FRIDAY, find me anything suspicious on Ms Y/L/N, do a deep dive. I don’t want that SHEILD/ HYDRA situation to happen again.”

“On it, boss, running all background checks.”, the AI replied.

“After you’re done, send an SOS to Steve. I have an inkling that he’ll love this”

“Sure thing, boss”

“Notifying Steve Rogers” F.R.I.D.A.Y.

“Thanks, F.R.I.D.A.Y.”

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Steve stomped inside Tony’s lab.

“What the hell, Tony? Why is my room blaring with a priority alert?”

Tony looks up from his latest invention.

“You’ll change your tune when I tell you what I have found for you.” Tony Stark retorted.

“What is it?” Steve observed Tony.

“I found you, someone.”

Steve rolled his eyes.

“Not this again, Tony.”

“Hear me out, Capsicle. I found you a perfect woman, well actually F.R.I.D.A.Y. did. Look through her file; if you don’t like it, we can move on.”

“You found me a dame by science?” Steve commented abrasively

“Just have a look, will you? F.R.I.D.A.Y. pull up the file.”

The hologram displayed all the information about you, along with several pictures of you. F.R.I.D.A.Y. also played videos of yours she captured through facial recognition.

Steve was thunderstruck. You looked perfect, everything he ever wanted in a dame and more. He kept staring at all the pictures that F.R.I.D.A.Y. projected on the hologram.

Tony cleared his throat, which brought Steve out of his reverie.

“So…?”

“Where is she?”

“You don’t need to worry about that. We can get her here in no time.”

“Y/N Y/L/N… it fits her perfectly.”

“What do you want the whole meet cute – dating -marriage package? Or just the marriage?” Tony asked, knowing Steve’s desperation.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I can get her a job here, you can bump into her, ask her out on a date, and if she says yes, you guys go out, and then you propose, but then again, you get married only if she says yes….” Tony elaborated.

“And if you don’t want that… We can get her here. You get married and have a honeymoon for as long as you can…given your stamina, it could be years, all the time you spend if you take choice number one.”

“Why would I do that?” Steve enquired.

“C’mon Capsicle. I have seen the dark look you hide from the world. I have seen you do much worse stuff.”

“How sure are you that she’s the one for me?”

“How about this, if you don’t trust my calculations, you can go there, snoop around, see if she is what you’re looking for….”

Steve thought for a moment. It wouldn’t hurt checking you out. If what Tony said is true, he could finally have a chance at happiness, a family, a bunch of kids, all the things he wanted when he went down in the ice all those years ago, a chance to reclaim what he lost.

Steve observed you for about a month before he decided that you were his soulmate, his better half, everything in the world he’d been looking for…

He called Tony to put a plan in motion when he saw you out and about kissing another man.

You didn’t belong to that excuse of a man. No, you belonged to Steven Grant Rogers, who had saved the world multiple times but was now going to save Y/N Y/L/N from herself…

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| Baby It’s Cold Outside |

Synopsis: You we’re on your way to work…or so you thought.

Pairings: Steve x BlackFemCurvyReader

Warnings: Fluff, Sap, Steve Rogers in love, Suggestive Fondling, Implied Sex

If you don’t like it, don’t read it. If you read it and still don’t like it, I’m sorry 🥲🤣

“Y/N.”

“Stevie,” you purred back, getting ready to get up. Cackling when his strong arms smoothed around your waist and pulled you back into bed.

“Don’t go,”he said, his lips nibbling your shoulder. You groaned out a laugh. You didn’t want to go, but you were supposed to be at the hangar an hour ago.

“Tony and Pepper are waiting for me,” you hummed, feeling him kiss up your arm.

“Let ‘em wait,” he purred kissing every knuckle.

What had gotten into him tonight? Usually it was some good sex and spooning, but he was acting like a lovesick teenager. You moved to stand up again and he pulled you back to the center of the bed, lifting you with ease. You never fancied yourself the lightest person, but he always made you feel like you were a flower petal.

“Steve!”

“Y/N.”

A wild laugh escaped you and he hummed a low laugh, kissing your nape and setting you on your knees in front of him. You both looked out at the balcony, the marble covered in a foot of snow. Your hair-wrap had long since slid off, soft braids tickling your skin as they fell out of the careful bun you worked so hard to put up.

“Baby, it’s cold outside,” he smirked, resting his chin in the crook of your neck. You rolled your eyes, hearing the song play in your head briefly before you gave in and let his hands roam across your curves.

“Captain, have you lost it?”

“I never have it when I’m with you,” he purred, kissing up your neck. You tilted your head exposing more skin to his doting lips.

“Smooth, you sex fiend,” you smirked. Your hands over his big warm ones as they smoothed up your tee, gently caressing your ready mounds with the warmth they deserved.

“Be quiet before I ask you to marry me,” he smirked, running his nose along your skin. You shuddered and hummed out an amused laugh, liking where their was going.

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Wanna bet?”

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