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davidlikesguys02 · 1 year

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The Teacher And The Best-friend

Word count: 1,330

Summary: you and your hot teacher Mr. Rogers have hot passionate sex. But you get caught by Ms. Carter. What will happen next between you, Steve and Peter?

Warnings: Teacher x male student, smut, you and Peter are high school senior’s, gay unprotected sex, blowjob Steve receiving, rimming male reader receiving, Steve calls you baby and sweetheart, you get caught by Peggy, angst at the end, hinting at possible Peter x male reader.

M/n: male name

GIF’S not mine

You watch as Mr. Rogers walks around the class handing out everyone their test, he finally walks towards your desk and hands you your test “thank you” you look at your test and see *see me after class* written in red. “Great” you lay your head on your desk and you put your test into your backpack. Once Mr. Rogers finally finished passing out the test he walked towards the front of the class.

“I want everyone to read chapter 8 through 9, he will be discussing it tomorrow during class” the bell finally rings signaling the end of the school day. You watch as everyone gets their stuff and begins to exit the class. “Let’s go M/n” you smile at Peter “I’ll catch up to you” he smiles back at you “alright” after a few minutes the classroom is finally empty.

You watch as Mr. Rogers is on his desk grading some papers “Mr. Rogers, what did you want to talk about?” “M/n I’m afraid you might fail the semester if you are not able to bring your grade up” “I know” you look down at your hands “but I am really trying, I just have been distracted a lot lately” you feel his gaze on you. You slowly look up and meet his eyes “is everything alright at home?” You nod “it’s not that”

You watch as he gets up and walks around the desk and walks closer towards you “you can talk to me about anything M/n” you look into his blue eyes and walk closer towards him your body’s only inches away. You notice his hand on top of his desk and slowly touch his fingers with your own, “M/n we shouldn’t do this” you walk closer towards him “i know but I can’t help it”

You feel as he wraps his arms around your body pulling you closer towards him, he finally crashes his lips on yours. You close your eyes and moan into each other's mouths, you finally pull away from the kiss and catch your breath “Mr. Rogers” “call me Steve” you lower your hand down his shirt and begin to unbutton his pants.

“Someone’s eager” you let out a small laugh “I’ve wanted you since the moment I first walked into your class Steve” he grips your hair tightly and pulls it back “I’ve wanted you too M/n” you finally slip your hand into his underwear and begin to play with his growing cock.

He lowers his face into your neck and begins to suck on it, “mhm” he pulls off your neck after a few seconds. You slowly lower yourself into your knees and look up at him, you slap his cock on your tongue and begin to slowly take him into your mouth.

You watch as he grips the desk with his hands, you feel as if your nose is tickled by his hair. You keep his cock in your mouth for a couple of seconds before slowly pulling away. He lifts your chin up so your looking at him “fuck baby come here” he lifts you up and lays you on his desk, he pulls you into a kiss.

You feel as he begins to unbutton your pants, he pulls away from the kiss and helps you remove your pants and underwear. He grabs your legs and pulls them apart displaying your pink hole at him “fuck M/n” you watch as he slowly leans in and you begin to feel his warm tongue lick your rim before slowly inserting in tongue in you, you let out a small moan.

“Mmmm such a delicious hole” you feel as he begins to insert two of his fingers into your hole “Mhhm Steve I need you” “I know sweetheart, but I don’t want to hurt you” you feel as he hits your prostate with the tip of his fingers making you see stars “oh god right there” you begin to feel as he begins to attack your prostate with his fingers.

“You feel good?” You nod “well you’re about to feel a lot better” he removes his fingers from your hole causing you to let out a small whine. He grips your legs and slowly lowers them in his shoulders “you ready?” “Yesss” he begins to insert his cock into your needy hole.

“Shit your still so fucking tight” you throw your hands around his neck holding him tightly “feel..so…fulll” you watch as a smile creeps into his face “you feel so good wrapped around my cock baby” “Steve…please..move” “are you sure?” You nod “use your words” “please fuck me Steve”

You feel as he begins to move his hips, you bite your lip loving how he felt inside of you. You close your eyes as Steve slowly thrust into you, after a few minutes he begins to pick up the speed to his thrust. You begin to let out low moans “shit baby I love the sounds you make” he leans down and connects your lips in a heated kiss. You feel as his tongue begins to explore your mouth.

You feel as he pulls away from the kiss, you throw your head back and begin to arch your back “Ste..ve….I’m…clo..se” you feel as he begins to grip the base of your cock “not yet M/n I want us to cum together” you begin to sink your nails into Steve’s shoulders as he constantly hits your prostate with his cock.

After a few minutes his thrust begin to get sloppy, he leans down and begins to whisper into your ear “fuck I’m gonna cum” “me too” “where do you want it?” “In..side…me…ple..se” he delivers one final thrust into you letting out a loud moan. You shit your eyes tightly as you finally cum all over your and Steve’s stomach.

“Your mine now” you feel as you begin to smile “im only yours” he begins to slowly remove his cock from your loose hole “fuck what a pretty sight” you watch as he begins to pull his pants back on. You watch as he takes his underwear and begins to clean the leaking cum that begins to come out of your hole.

“Thanks” “no problem” you sit up and begin to get dressed again. Once you're fully dressed again you look at him and smile and you pull him into a kiss, you hear a knock at his door and the two of you quickly pull away. You watch as Ms. Carter walks into the classroom, you watch as she inspects the room and notices your messy hair and the papers on the floor. “What is going on here?” “I can explain Peggy”

You watch as she exits the classroom “shit, I’ll be right back M/n” you nod. You watch as he leaves the classroom, you begin to walk around the classroom scared of what might happen. After a few minutes Steve walks back into the classroom “what happened” “I’m resigning in the morning” “what” you try to comfort him but he slowly walks back “I think you should go M/n”

You look at him confused “alright” you go to your desk and grab your backpack. You watch as he begins to clean up the mess that both of you made, you walk out of his classroom shutting the door. You begin to walk down the hallway as tears begin to collect in your eyes.

You walk past Peter not noticing him “Hey M/n, wait up” you begin to slow down “are you alright” “I don’t want to talk about it” he looks at you and pulls you into a hug “you don’t have to talk About it if you don’t want to” you begin to cry into his shoulder “thanks Pete” “anything for my best friend, how about we go for some pizza”You wipe away the tears from your face “pizza sounds great”

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skylarinfinity · 9 months

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[steve jolted awake from his nap]

m/n: [whisper from top bunk bed] did you know when you suddenly jerk awake while failing asleep, another version of you from different universe's just died.

steve: [sighed] what the fu-

sam: [whisper shout] language!

steve: [turn to see sam sleeping on the floor] what are you doing her-

wanda: [let out small yawn and whisper] it's actually because you're heart rate decreased so quickly that's your jerks awake to make sure you still alive.

steve: [look around to find wanda and see her laying beside m/n] what's going on here- [stop talking because somebody throw pillow at him]

natasha: [laying on the couch] can you guys shut the fuck? it's three in the morning!

steve: [whisper to himself] what is going on? why everyone here?

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lazydoodlesandfanfic · 6 months

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No Spoilers Epilogue (Avengers X Reader)

Characters: Avengers X Reader

Universe: Marvel, Avengers

Warnings: Mention of injuries, drugs/strong medication, pain

Request: No Spoilers Pt 5 Epilogue.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

The last few days had been a bit of a blur for you, partially because of Bruce ensuring (and the rest of the team’s insistence at any sign of discomfort) that you were on some good painkillers while recovering from your stunt that you pulled, and partially because you hadn’t been allowed to leave your temporary accommodation at Stark tower, which other than the one wall of pure windows that let you look over New York, kept you locked away from the rest of the world. You had tried to leave and walk around, but the entire team had been watching you like a hawk since you got back, and they always pushed you back into bed to rest.

So when you had managed to make it one floor down to the living area, the place where the team had been hanging out when Ultron attacked, you considered that a new record, and awarded yourself by limping hunched over to one of the couches and collapsing onto it with a deep sigh. You ran your hands over the fabric, remember that it had been over a year since you felt it, over a year since you had last been in the tower. Over a year since you had said yes to going back home without realising it. Despite the aching and soreness that still resonated with you, you were happy to be back.

“What do you think you’re doing? You’re supposed to be in bed.” The voice of Rogers made you groan, shutting your eyes and pouting. You heard his footsteps and others stop in front of you, but you didn’t open your eyes to see who else was there. “You need to rest, Y/N. You’re still recovering.”

“Can I not recover in another room?” You commented in response. “I walked all the way down here by myself, and I’m fine. A change of scenery is nice. I’m going stir crazy.” You grumbled, finally peeking your eyes open, seeing Natasha, arms crossed, and Wanda.

“Doesn’t change the fact that you still absorbed the power of almost every infinity stone, as well as took the power of Wanda, Vision, Stark, Danvers and Thor, and like it or not, all that and the explosion itself damanged your body. How many broken ribs was that again?” Natasha asked, turning to Wanda.

“3.” She responded shortly.

“The powers Stan-Lee gave me means I just absorbed that stuff like a sponge. The broken ribs, cuts and bruises was technically from the rocks that fell on me after killing Thanos.” You pointed out.

“Doesn’t make it better, Y/N.” The voice of Bruce spoke up, and you sighed as he, Stark and Barton came into view now, and not long after, Thor, Pietro and Vision.

“This feels like Deja Vu” You commented with a grin, looking up at them as they stood over you, seeing some of them look confused at your commented. “Remember how we met? You guys surrounding me after I fell out my portal?” You reminded, and you saw recognition in the face of the original members.

“Stop trying to distract us- you’re due another dose.” Bruce reminded.

“Noooo. I’m fine. I don’t want anything else. Not yet.” You begged, crossing your arms.

“Y/N.” Stark said your name, sounding like a disappointed parent.

“No drugs. Not for a while. Please.” You insisted. “They knock me on my ass and make it hard for me to focus on anything. They make me sleep.”

“Which is what you need.” Clint pointed out.

“No.” You insisted, this time a lot sterner. “I just got back. I’ve barely been able to process it since I’m constantly drowsy or just asleep… From the day I said yes to Lee to send me back, I was told by everyone around me that this-” You insisted, waving your hand at them, and then poking the couch “Wasn’t real. I told them all about you guys, what I experience, felt both physically and emotionally, and they told me I just had an extremely long manic episode. Friends, family, medical professionals, everyone told me none of this is real, and after a year of that, I was genuinely starting to believe them. Now I’m back, and… I just… let me feel this. I want to be able to feel the fabric on the couch, to be able to hear you guys say my name when I’m resting… I need to feel this-” You said, now placing your fingers roughly against your bandaged side, making yourself wince at the pain “To know this is real, okay? That they were wrong- that I’m not having another so-called episode, that I’m actually here with you.” You insisted. The group remained silent, but their faces were solemn, processing your words, and your experience away from them. “No drugs.” You said, looking at Bruce.

“Alright… but we don’t want you in pain… so how about something a lot weaker and in smaller doses? It’ll make it bearable but… you’ll still be aware, conscious and in some pain, but able to walk around as long as you rest frequently.” Bruce bargained.

“I’ll take that.” You agreed. “Now can I please do something that doesn’t involve me being locked away in my room?” You asked.

“You mentioned a movie.” Wanda said, coming and sitting on the couch beside you. “You didn’t go into the details- just that you wanted the new movie about us, about what happened in Wakanda. You didn’t have much time to go over what happened. Will you tell us?” She asked. The team found their own seating, some pulling pieces closer, Steve and Tony sitting on the coffee table in front of you, Pietro sitting on the floor at your feet, Natasha seeing on the arm of the couch beside you, the others littered around, other than Vision and Thor who stood.

“...Actually there was more than one… there was one on Thor… though it seems with Bruce not going to space after Ultron, things happened different for him as well, but he was still able to reconnect with Loki, and another plus was Loki living… not sure how that happened, though.” You admitted, seeing Thor frown.

“You didn’t mention that part.” He commented quietly to himself.

“Then there’s the Guardians of the Galaxy movies- those were the aliens that helped us and the one human guy. For them, The green girl- Gamora, is Thanos’ adopted daughter and he was supposed to kill her to get the Soul Stone, but that didn’t happen either, so they’re happy.”

“What about the girl that you somehow knew Fury knew how to contact? Danvers?” Clint asked.

“She didn’t show up in this movie- but at the very end of it in the after credits, when everyone was turning to dust- including fury, he called her right before, and it showed her emblem, hinting at a movie with her soon.” You explained. “Thought it couldn’t hurt to have him all her before- throw everything at Thanos for the best possible outcome, y’know?” You shrugged.

“I have a question.” Tony spoke up. “When you came back- you told Peter he got ‘dusted’ as you put it, and that his senses realised something happened… who else? Out of the team?” Tony asked. You tensed a little at the question. You looked at everyone in front of you, your mind flashing to the images you saw on the big screen, how each one made your heart ache…

“Well… excluding those who were supposed to be dead already- looking at you, speedy… Peter, most of the Guardians other than Rocket and Gamora’s sister- her and Tony are the only ones who come back from the space travel adventure I stopped you going on- Dr Strange, T’Challa, Fury, Hill, Sam, Bucky, Wanda, the entirety of Clint’s family… and those who are supposed to die in the actual movie… Loki, Gamora, and Vision, all at the hands of Thanos.” You listed, your voice monotone, sounding tired. The room was awfully silent.

“Was that why you insisted on me not being involved at all in the fight?” Vision spoke up, and you nodded.

“You watched that? On a giant screen, you saw me, and the other turned to dust?” Wanda asked. Another nod. “And you came back to help us? Knowing if things went wrong, you’d have to see it all again?”

“Of course I did.” You smiled sadly at her. “Despite the year of everyone telling me this was all fake, that you didn’t exist… when I saw what happened to you all, I… I mourned. I mourned all the way home, and when I got there, Stan was right there waiting for me. Everything was raw in my mind, so when he gave me the chance to stop this happening to you, even at the expense of never seeing my family or old friends again or living a relatively safe life… It was worth it. A billion times over. And hey, by doing that, I also saved my world, even if they’ll never know it.” You smiled sadly.

“Well.” Tony sniffed, running his hand over his face to hide any sign of being teary eyed. “In that case, we owe you a massive thank you… and how better than a giant party? Give it another week of course so you can actually dance a little.” Tony decided, making you chuckle.

“We’re not at risk of another Ultron thing though, right?” Clint jokes.

“Sorry guys, I’m no longer a prophet- this timeline is officially deviating from the original plot, and we just went through the latest movie for me- I have no idea what the future holds for us- but at least I’m not completely useless and have these cool new powers.” You joked.

“How’s ‘Rechargeable battery’ as a nickname?” Pietro asked as he stood up, heaving you up to your feet, wrapping your arm around his shoulder for support, making you laugh, even if you winced a little at the movement.

“We’ll discuss our new Avenger member’s superhero name while we organise a new medication plan in the lab.” Bruce said, pointing the way, the entire group going along with you, discussing the new party, who will be going, you and Thor vouching for Loki, Wanda and Pietro making song suggestions, the noise of bickering, laughing, and playful teasing within the group something you missed dearly, and so happy to have back.

You made the right decision, and you didn’t regret it. Not one bit.

Hope you like it! If you have any questions, please send them in!

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writeshite · 11 months

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That Bucky ask where his bf woke him up with a blowjob but with Steve Rogers and possible Joel miller if you write for the last of us

Joel Miller

Joel was a little ticklish along his torso, your wandering hands trailed lightly, and he shuddered; the morning had been quiet until you took his dick in your mouth. At first, he huffs, then come the small sounds, whimpers accompanied by the small arch of his back, and finally, a cacophony of moans and whimpers. He grips the sheet, and you squeeze his balls, "Fuck..." he mumbles, "....I swear you need some kind of bell...." he quips, with a moan.

You hmm, amused, fondling his balls, you pull at them softly, you draw back, cock coming off with a pop, "Morning, darlin', thought I'd get breakfast early today," you joke.

"It's the crack of dawn," he remarks, expression a mix of irritation and amusement.

You lick his dick, eyes never leaving his, "Never too early."

Steve

You slung Steve's leg over your back, your lube-coated finger trailing the rim of his ass as you palmed his softened cock; he clenched when you pressed in, relaxing moments later. You fingered him slowly and licked away the precum and kiss the length of his cock; he makes a soft sound when you swallow his dick, brushing against his prostate simultaneously. Steve jerks, his leg falling away from your back; he jolts, dick going deeper before waking. You hold him close, nose against his lower stomach now; he's always surprised by your lack of a gag reflex.

"Good morning," he sighs, flopping back and leaving you to your cocksucking.

#joel miller x male reader #steve rogers x male!reader #shitedrabbles #shitequeue #dick is part of a balanced diet. i'll see myself out again 💀

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malereader-inserts · 2 years

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My Heart Will Wait

Fandom: The Avengers Pairing: Steve Rogers x Male!Reader Summary: Steve likes you a lot, he doesn't know if you like him back Word Count: 617 Request: Can I please request a Steve rogers x male reader who’s tony Starks son and Steve has a crush on him but doesn’t know if Tony’s son is even into him bc tony is a playboy and his son has a similar reputation

Steve had to really get over his crushes on the Starks.

Though, it wasn't your fault that you and your family line have been blessed by the Goddess Aphrodite.

Steve has a type.

But, his current fixation was on you. The smart and dapper youngest Stark. Though, you weren't that young anymore. You were an adult with great ambitions, you want to see the work and hopefully take on the family business.

You were the crush of Steve Rogers, and admittedly he feels just a bit pathetic about it. The Starks has a reputation, the big shot of America, and one of the few families that people were invested in. You cared only about yourself and your family, and Steve sees you like your dad.

A playboy.

You like to be flirty with anyone you come across that was your type, but what he doesn't know is that you gave up that image years ago. You were like your dad, unhinged and off the rails during your college days, but you've matured and grown.

"You're quiet," Bucky says, leaning against the back of the armchair that Steve was occupying, "So, what's bothering you?"

"I'm not bothered about anything."

"Hm, by the sound of it, there is, and as your best friend what's wrong?"

"Nothing."

Steve looks at him with a disappointed look as Bucky stares back with a pointed look. Steve elected to ignore his best friend and turn his attention back to his sketchbook as Bucky sighs in defeat before promptly plopping down on the sofa next to the armchair.

There was silence.

"So, when are you going to admit that you have a crush on (Y/n)?"

Steve chokes on his breathing then snaps his head to look at Bucky.

"I don't-"

"Then, why did you react like that?"

Steve flushed red, before ducking his head down to look at his sketchbook, was it that obvious that he was interested in you that everyone else could tell?

"Don't worry, (Y/n) is as oblivious as a cat."

"Cats are observant, they pretend not to be."

Bucky simply smiles as Steve cannot help but bury his face in his hands. He wanted the floor to swallow him up.

"Great, of course he knows," Steve exclaimed, "I don't think he evens like me! Especially-"

"Almost killing his dad."

"I wasn't going to outright say it."

Bucky shrugs his shoulders, finding it funny at his friend's despair, "It's not that all bad, I think (Y/n) has gotten over that."

"Even if he did," Steve stressed out before straightening his back and leaning back into the armchair, "He doesn't like me back, he has other people that he likes."

"Have you asked him?"

"Have you ever asked a girl if they liked you back?"

"Yeah."

Steve looks at his best friend in disbelief, no wonder Bucky was able to get a lot of dates back in the old days, he just doesn't have that same confidence. You are a pretty boy, and whilst he was the face of America, he just couldn't compare to you.

You had people queuing up to date you, and you could pick anyone to make you happy, Steve didn't think he could be that person. Even if he does get with you, you could just find him boring and find another person to fill that hole in your heart.

"Try talking to him at least, you've been avoiding him for the past two weeks he's starting to think you hate him now."

Bucky was right, he's usually right. Steve just needs to bite the bullet and muster all the courage he can. After all, he won't know until you give him the answer.

#steve rogers x male!reader #steve rogers imagine #avengers x male reader #avenger imagines #avenger x reader #x male reader

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iliumheightnights · 1 year

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Like Before | Steve Rogers x Male Reader

Fandom: Marvel Pairing: Steve Rogers x Male Reader Summary: An accident with one of Tony’s machines leaves Steve looking a bit different. He hopes M/n doesn’t see him like that.

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“Oh shit.”

“What Tony...what happened? Why is my voice so high?”

“I’m sorry Steve. I’ll...I’ll try and fix this.” Tony said, turning back to the machine.

“What?” Steve looked down and what he saw freaked him out. His clothes were now REALLY large on him and his arms...no, his whole body was like how it was pre-serum. “Oh...OH NO! Tony! You have to fix this! Please!”

“I know, I’m working on it. I don’t know what happened.” Tony tinkered with the machine but chuckled and looked at Steve. “You know...you’re pretty adorable like this. What’s it called? A twink?”

“TONY! This isn’t funny! What if M/n sees me!? What if he doesn’t like how I look? He knows me with my muscles, what if this makes him want to leave me!?” Steve called out, holding up his slipping pants.

Tony moved from the machine and placed a hand on Steve’s shoulder. “Oh wow, yeah...you definitely don’t have your muscles anymore.” Tony stopped as he saw Steve’s face. “But...It’s okay! M/n won’t think any different of you. He loves you, you’re his boyfriend. Who knows, maybe he’ll like what he sees?”

With that, there was a ding of the elevator and Tony looked up. “Guess we’ll find out.” Tony turned Steve around and the man saw his boyfriend walk out of the elevator. He gulped on instinct. Guess he was about to find out.

“Hey, Tony have you seen Steve I-” M/n stopped when he took in the sight in front of you. “Steve?”

“H-hey M/n.” Steve said rather nervously, trying to look away.

“Oh my god.” Here it comes, Steve thinks. “You’re so adorable!”

That’s not what Steve was expecting. He looked up to see M/n rush over to you. “What? You don’t hate me looking like this?”

“Babe, why would I hate you for looking like this? First off you’re insanely adorable looking like this. And secondly, I love you because of who you are. You are a kind, compassionate, brave, smart, talented, and funny man. You are Steve Rogers and I love you for you, serum or no serum.” M/n gave him a really soft look, holding onto his shoulders saying it. “Plus when you’re like this I’m able to actually pick you up which means I get to give YOU piggyback rides now.” That made Steve laugh.

“Thanks, doll.” Steve said with a smile kissing M/n.

“Good news twinky toy. I can fix this and get you back to cap status. Just gonna take me a week at least.” Tony said, patting the machine.

“Thanks, Tony.”

“In the meantime…” M/n said looking at Steve.

“What? Why are you looking at me- WOAH!”

M/n lifted Steve up bridal style and walked to the elevator. “I AM CARRYING CAPTAIN AMERICA!”

#steve rogers #captain america #marvel #mcu #marvel imagines #marvel imagine #x male reader #x male!reader #x reader #steve rogers x male reader #steve rogers x male!reader

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clarks-letterman · 2 years

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aftermath | steve rogers x spidey!male!reader

a/n — this is crackfic, take nothing in this fic seriously as per usual with my smut- (also, yeah, the reader is Spider-Man. thank @denim-devil for this..)

summary — Reader shows up long after Steve's birthday party ended and is determined to make it up to him.

warnings — SMUT! 18+ Rimming (reader receiving)

words — 2k

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The soft hum of a vent in the ceiling rustled the flaxen hair of the super-soldier sitting beneath it. Slumped in one of the black dining chairs, the ventilation susurrated his perceptive ear as he thumbed over one of his newest gifts. No light perforated the windows off to his side apart from the occasional firework from miles away, the moon sitting high and shining a pale glow that rivaled the square tiles of fluorescent lighting embued overhead. They created a streaking glare over the tightly melded cellophane covering Steve's new watch that was easy to pull away, leaving him with a cheap recreation of himself in silicone.

It was meant to be a joke told on Tony's behalf, giving it to him as the final gift after the party had started heading out that he had teased for weeks leading up to today. Steve was a bit confused when he saw the red, white, and blue-striped wristband, followed by a cartoony caricature of the man out of time, represented by the fact that his mouth was open wide with a small LED panel matching the likes of a calculator keeping track of the time. While Steve did not get the joke at first, he instantly understood the technology. He was grateful to receive a coherent device rather than some complex machinery with knobs and buttons that would perplex him for weeks until he would eventually cave in and ask you for help with it after accepting his own defeat. Sure, it ruined Tony's joke, but it felt from his time like the whole day had.

Thanks to the other male, Steve had gotten to spend the day in an olden times party themed around the decade that he went into the ice. The kitchen and dining area had been left untouched, but everyone on the team tried dressing up in an appropriate outfit for the decade and even attempted to bake a cake with an authentic recipe from then—a rich and moist raspberry cake with a bulky layer of thick cream cheese frosting coating the sponge. They were lucky that the requirements for a cake have stayed roughly the same for over a century. The bash got wild as Tony drunkenly invited as many people as he knew, leaving the kitchen a mess. In the end, the party went off without a hitch, and the only thing that could have made his day better was you.

Down the hall, distanced from the scattered confetti and half-hung streamers, came the repeated strike of rubber against shiny linoleum flooring. Steve heard the rushed footsteps grow closer until they came to a halt in the same room as him, and his bowed head scanned the floor until reaching your feet, following up the set of spandex-clad feet to the rest of your body, favorably outlined by your suit.

"Did I miss it?" Your voice came out with a huff as you glanced around the room, seeing the various party decorations and litter coating the floor, complete with knocked-down high-rise chairs and a few booze-stained spots on the furniture. However bad this got, you knew you had missed all of it, "Shit. I'm sorry, Steve."

He sat up, placed the gag gift on the dining table, got up, and reached down to a cabinet under the sink. He spoke as he fetched them, "It's alright. Since you're here now, we could clean this mess up together before everyone gets back." Steve returned with two trash bags, and you instinctually shot a string of silk out to one of them before reeling it across the room.

"Where did they go off to?" You asked, reaching down to pick up the disposable cups that contrasted the party's original theme of an older time with a touch of something modern.

"A club that Tony has VIP access to," Steve answered, doing the same on the opposite side of the kitchen, "I know you probably don't want to be doing this after your long day."

You continued to pick up the scattered litter, “Well, we met cleaning up the scum of New York, so cleaning up trash is just like that. But one sounds so much lamer.”

A few moments went by before you realized that you could easily pull things from the ground into the bag with a quick thwip as you were still wearing your suit. You thought about walking straight to bed and letting Steve pick up the trash on the floor, but you had already missed his special day, and he didn't deserve to be stuck cleaning up everyone else's mess.

“I can change out of my suit after this, and we can head out for dinner or something else? I’m sure something’s still open, and they can sing those stupid songs about it being your birthday. Are you gonna tell them you’re one-hundred and four or thirty-six?” You offered, “I want to make it up to you, Steve.”

Steve tied the knot on the ends of his trash bag, tossing it against the wall and retrieving a second bag, “Knowing that you were saving everyone else is how you make it up to me. Besides, the only saving I needed was from Tony’s party by the end of it.”

You let out a low and knowing chuckle, “Let me guess it turned into another birthday rager, Rogers?”

“Yeah, I convinced him to clear it out before it got too crazy. Glad he took everyone else with him.”

“So, you were waiting for me?” Steve stayed silent, and the silence ushered you closer to him. You moved into picking up stuff in the area he was working on—the junk covering the wide kitchen island and the surrounding countertops. The dark counters bordering the island were the remnants of the ingredients used to make Steve's timely cake, one of which was a hefty piping bag still half-filled with icing. You took it with one hand. Surprisingly, it can't be much bigger than Steve himself when he hasn't seen you all week.

Regardless, the guilt gnawed at you as Steve stayed silent, his eyes burning you from behind as he watched you, “I’m sorry, Steve.”

“Why do you keep saying that? You were saving the world,” He opposed.

You turn, still holding the bag of icing, “Because I am, and if I can’t separate hero stuff from you and me, then where does that leave us?”

“Hand me that icing?”

“What?“

“And get on the island, all fours.”

You follow through with what he says, passing him the piping bag and hopping up onto the surface of the kitchen island with your hands and knees propping you up, and the next thing you know, a large hand pulls the lower half of your suit down, exposing your backside to the chilled air inside the compound.

“Steve, what are you—,“ He cut you off before you could protest his actions.

“I think you’re right about what you said. We met on the battlefield, so we can’t be us without embracing the hero stuff and its downsides. Now, I don’t usually proposition myself as a—,“ Steve pauses for a moment before choking out the words, “—bussy lover, am I using that right?”

“Yeah, you are, old man.”

“Then this ass belongs on the field as much does to be loved,” Steve confessed, gripping the bag firmly in one hand, careful not to let any spill out from the top and angle it to your ass. His hand tensed, squeezing his digits into the pudgy cream encased in plastic film. The pressure forced the solid-colored cream to puff out at the pointed tip.

Steve doled out the thick icing along the line of your crack, funneling a hefty stripe of it from your puckered hole to your lower back. With one broad stroke of his tongue, Steve lapped it all up in one go without interruption. It added a world of sweetness to what was otherwise flavorless eye candy for him to admire, and brief notes of tangy wonders reminded him of the perfect peach in front of him.

As for you, your arms went limp after the initial shock of a feeling sending more shivers through you than the air against your exposed skin after a long day in the summer sun. Steve wasted no time cleaning up his purposeful mess with an impressive singular stroke that was teasing and warm. That was just from one taste, and yet you both wanted more. With a single hand, a slow arch came to form as Steve slid his hand down the scarped ramp that was the small of your back, using his newfound hold to bring you closer to him. Your ass was on full display as your knees were hidden, tucked into your lower middle, while your hole revealed itself from your assumed position.

A soft press to the flimsy plastic on Steve's behalf sent another, much smaller, dollop of frosting to fall over your waiting pucker. The feeling of a soft and wet press to your opening elicited a cry from the other end, but Steve only sat there for a moment. You thought he would lave over your crack with a broad stroke of his tongue like he had done before to savor the taste of what was offered to him, but he deferred himself from the idea. Steve kept the tip of his tongue prodding at a dab of icing layering your hole, his nose ghosting along the trail leading to your tailbone until he pressed further.

Steve used his pointed tongue to dive into your warmth, building pressure inside from his wide tongue as another strain came from the crotch of your suit. You caved to the urge to work against the strongest—and most pleasing muscle—Steve had received throughout his ancient history, pressing back until you felt his lips against your rim. His tongue reached deeper, exploring new places and taking the creamy frosting with it.

It didn't take long for Steve to start moving, bobbing his head and reeling his tongue back and forth. And it took even less for his hand to abandon the remaining icing and glide his hand amid the space between your heat-radiating erection and the chilled counter surface below, creating friction with his hand that stimulated your lycra-clad cock. The two of them working in tandem poured noises out of you that didn't reflect the tune of a happy birthday but were a new song, complete with high cries and low begs for Steve to drive you to climax.

Soon, Steve's lips started to do with your hole what his broad muscle of receptors couldn't. He kissed at your sensitive nerve-endings, catching whiffs of the sweet cream while his tongue was as deep as he could push it, stretching those same nerves out with the reach of it. That was it. That was your breaking point. It was in those final moments that you had fireworks bursting in your mind as your suit became a mess of its own, white spurts pooling with each movement of Steve's mandible.

His absence was noticeable as he pulled away from your rear, giving a few laps to the bits of frosting on your cheeks to add additional instigation to your slowly fizzling high. Almost as if it were the scattered remains of powder drifting down from a deflagrated uproar.

You turned, flipping on your back to the dark granite as you laid flat against it, "I forgot to say happy birthday to you."

Steve let out a low chuckle as a sign that everything was okay again, "It really was a happy birthday to me."

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cheshirerodgers · 1 year

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Steve Rogers x GN!Reader

The bear.

This ones a short n sweet fix where the reader gets embarrassed by Steve finding out their secret stuffed animal, But Steve actually finds it really sweet! (Y/N and Steve are dating!)

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"Hey L/N-" You hear Steve's voice waking you up as he walks into your room, As you're holding your favorite stuffed animal in hand.

"What is it, Stevie?' You say to your boyfriend as you rub your eyes trying to wake up, Not fully processing the moment.

"I uh- I came to talk to you about a mission- Is that a stuffed animal you're holding?

You feel the heat rush to your cheeks as you start blushing, Now realizing he saw a secret you've kept for a surprisingly long amount of time considering how long you've been in the avengers now. (Other than Nat who seems to know everything about everyone)

"Um..I...Get out of my room Rogers!" You yell out.

He chuckled and turns around, As he closes the door he says in a slightly mocking manner; "Come downstairs when you're done with your cuddle session, L/N."

After he leaves you can't help but feel embarrassed that your team leader now knows you keep a stuffed animal close at night, Regardless of the reason you can't help but wish he just knocked first...Even if he is your boyfriend he should've given you some privacy while you slept.

But then you look at the clock and realize its 2:00 PM and you spent way too much time last night staying up for your favorite artist's new album...Real professional, Y/N.

You still think he should've knocked first but usually you're up at this point, But now it makes a lot more sense.

You scramble and get ready to face the day and possible teasing from your team for the earlier incident but to your surprise no mentions of it from Steve or Nat who you were sure he told after.

A few days pass and you leave for the mission, Just a hydra safe house that didn't take too much effort to take down with a few of your team members, The hard part was the trip to and from the mission with Tony and Steve's bickering.

Once you get back Steve comes up to you with a gift box in hand, Looking at with a kinda goofy grin on his face as he hands it to you.

"So while we were gone i decided to get you something special as an apology for barging in on you the other day."

You blush again and open it up to see an adorable bear plush that's the perfect size to hold in your arms wearing Steve's suit, Holding a small fabric shield just like his.

"Really Rogers?" You ask as you punch him in the shoulder.

"Yeah, Figured I'd give you something to remind you of me whenever I'm off somewhere on a mission." He leans in and pecks you on the cheek.

You lean in and kiss him on the lips as a smirk rises on them, You both laugh and then you hug the mini-Steve you now have in your hands.

The bastard even somehow made it smell like him.

"Really? Was the scent that necessary Stevie?" You laugh at this for a moment.

He swings his arm over you as you two walk down the hallway and says "Y'know, Scent is the strongest sense for making you remember things, My love." And he pecks you on the cheek again.

It feels nice to have him be so comfortable with you he doesn't even mind being so affectionate with you in front of everyone like this.

"I guess i have two of you then, Don't i?" You giggle and put your head on his shoulder.

"Yup! Oh wait- You need to press the button in his paw!" He says stopping you both in the hallway.

"Steve you did not-" You say before he interrupts with "Just do it!"

You press it and the bear very loudly says "I can do this all day."

You press it again and it says "Love ya, Y/N, Till the end of the line,"

"Steve...You are so corny." You say as he's currently laughing like a kid at it.

"I know, But you love it."

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A/N: I had this one on my mind for a LONG time & I'm glad to finally write it out to get it out of my system :D I do apologize if Steve is OOC for any of this, My hc's tend to get mixed with the real canon sometimes 😅 But i do hope you enjoyed this!

#steve rogers x male!reader #steve rogers x gender neutral reader #steve rogers x gn!reader #Steve rogers x you #Steve rogers #stuffed animals #Steve rogers fluff #fluff #cute #wholesome fic #no warnings

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havensins · 10 months

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Treating subspace tony, Steve, and Bucky like gentle glass, making them feel good, and doing what they ask you 😭

nonnie u gotta be somewhere in my head bc i’m in love with this concept omg. (tw, handjobs (tony), and aftercare.)

tony, bucky and steve in subspace + aftercare

for tony…. when tony falls into subspace, he falls hard. it comes when he’s been working nonstop for hours on end. when you make him take a break and just pull him into your lap so you can unwind, he’s crumbling already. his eyes go all glossy and he’s clinging onto you as if you’re the only thing keeping him grounded.

he’s so sensitive in the state too, and after working nonstop he’d be a little pent up. give him a handjob while he’s in your lap, move slowly and make sure not to tease him because he’ll get all whiny. and once he cums, it’s a necessity that you pamper him and literally never leave him without your touch.

also!! he doesn’t go nonverbal when he’s in subspace but he is a lot more emotionally sensitive than normal. praise him any moment you get!

for bucky…. bucky falls into subspace when he’s truly at his limit. when it seems as though nothing is going how he wants, his nightmares are preventing him from sleeping and all of his missions with sam have been stressful. and you can tell that all of it is piling on him but you know he needs to seek you out on his own terms.

and that’s exactly what he does. he comes home one day, absolutely exhausted and only wanting you. and he just drops to his knees right where you’re sitting at your kitchen island. his hands are behind his back and he’s looking up at you with teary eyes.

when he gets like this, he doesn’t really desire to get into anything sexual. he just wants you to pepper him in affection and praise him. better yet if he could kneel for you for a couple of hours and just get out of his head for a while.

for steve... steve mostly falls into subspace after a scene. after you’ve reduced him to a wailing mess, and he’s trying to get his breathing under control, he simply looks towards you and holds his arms out weakly.

stevie would need so much skin to skin contact. if you let go of him for even a second he’d probably be in tears. he just wants the physical reminder that you’re there. his subspace care & aftercare would go hand in hand. you’d have to clean him up the best you could since he’d have to be in a clearer headspace to let you go long enough to shower with you.

he wants you to wrap your arms around him and just hold him while the both of you watch a movie. he likes being massaged too. and steve being steve would listen to your praise and praise you too.. though of course in this state he loses his filter. “you fill me up so nice,” etc. though you never mind it.

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weyirn · 11 months

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Marvel men with a bf that's bigger and taller than them and likes to carry them in a bridal style or likes to pick them up randomly

Marvel x Male!Reader

Taller/Bigger Boyfriend That Likes Picking Them Up

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☆Steve becomes flustered at first, and it takes him a little while to get used to it (not that he doesn't enjoy it or anything). Nowadays, he just relaxes in your arms, liking to be vulnerable and letting go once in a while. It shows how much he trusts you, allowing you to show this side of him. But picking him up randomly will result in him scolding you.

❄️Bucky likes it way more than he thinks he should...At first, he was surprised by it and stiffened up in your arms, but slowly relaxed and leaned into your chest, because he knows he can be vulnerable with you. He feels safe with you. But when it comes to being picked up randomly, he doesn't enjoy it. He would rather have a heads up before you do it instead.

💲Secretly fanboying Tony doesn't admit that he enjoys it and makes snark comments about it, but then he starts to complain when you would put him down. It's fun to use this to your advantage and tease him about much he likes being carried by you, watching him roll his eyes and get flustered by it.

🕸Peter blushes and shyly clings to you, not wanting you to put him down. He feels a little secure being in your arms. There are times where he just wants to be in your arms, so he'll just sit in your lap and you'll have your arms wrapped around him. Just anything to feel your touch.

⌲If you're randomly picking him up, Sam would kind of take it as a challenge, as he would try and catch you right before you can put your hands on him. If he fails to catch you, then he'll be like, "you're not going to put me down anytime soon, aren't you?"

🐜Scott feels his heart flutter whenever you pick him up, and immediately clings to you. Sometimes, he holds his arms in the air, hinting that you should pick him up and carry him. He will have fun if you pick him up randomly, being both surprised but also laughing it off.

💚The only time Bruce will let you pick him up is when he's exhausted and you're carrying him to bed. He doesn't feel comfortable being picked up randomly (cuz it might make his nerves bad).

⚡️Thor is...actually surprised that you can pick him up, but that doesn't mean it's not a pleasant surprise for him. He's always clinging to you and smiling, liking how easy it is for you to carry him. He'll always laugh along with you when you would pick him up randomly, enjoying the pleasant surprise.

🐍It always makes Loki grumpy that you pick him up; he thinks you're doing it to tease him, or to rub it in his face of how bigger and stronger you are of him. He will never admit that he may enjoy it, considering the fact that he doesn't even try to get out of your arms when you hold him.

🖤Eddie actually thinks this is much better than him walking on his own (and Venom telling him how much of a slow walker he is). He just doesn't let you do it in public unless he's exhausted. But you're not picking up Venom any time soon (cuz he won't let you, and he's way bigger than you anyway, lol).

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davidlikesguys02 · 1 year

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My Hot Teammate

Word count: 1,129

Warnings: 18+, gay sex, fingering, unprotected gay sex, cuming in ass Steve calls you baby boy, good boy, Almost get caught by Peter.

M/n: male name

E/c: eye color

GIF not mine

Kinkmas 2022

You walk around the city of New York when you get a text from Peter *M/n come to Stark tower now* you put your phone back in your pocket and run behind a building and pull out your sling ring. You close your eyes and concentrate on opening a portal into Stark tower, you open your eyes and see the familiar living room. You walk through the portal and look around “M/n” you turn to look at Steve “Steve have you seen Peter?”

“Yeah I have, he just left actually” “oh, that’s weird” he walks towards you and takes a seat on the sofa “how?” “I just got a text from Peter and he made it sound like it was an emergency” you pull out your phone “oh, we’ll everything’s fine here” you look for Peter contact and press on the little phone icon. You wait patiently as it begins to ring, you look around the room confused as you hear Peter's phone vibrating.

You turn to look at Steve as he takes Peter phone out from his pocket and throws it on the coffee table “he must have left his phone” he tells you smiling, you smile at him and hang up the call “why do you really have his phone Steve” he pats the empty spot next to him motioning you to take a seat. You walk over to the sofa and take a seat next to him, “I thought this would be easier for you” “I’m confused”

He lets out a small laugh as he lays back on the sofa and throws an arm around you pulling you closer towards him “I’ve seen the way you look at me M/n, I’m not blind” you don’t answer him as you look into his blue eyes “I could use the practice, do you want this” you slowly nod and he takes you face in his hand as he comes closer towards you. You close your eyes as your face is a few centimeters away from his, and finally you feel as he connects your lips together.

You moan into his mouth and pull him down as you fall back into the sofa, you feel as he begins to explore your body with his hands. He slowly pulls away from the kiss and looks into your e/c eyes “you want me to fuck you” you nod and he lowers his face into you neck “I want yo hear you say it” you feels as he begsin to bite and suck on your neck “I want you to fuck me” you feel as he smiles into your neck “good boy”

He pulls away from your neck and sits up, you sit up and get on top of him. He looks up at you smiling “someines pretty impatient” “can you blame me?” “No I can’t” he helps you remove your shirt and you feel as he studies your body “you’re beautiful” you smile “thanks” you lean in and kiss him and you feel as he grips your hips. You trail your hand down his body unbuttoning his shirt.

You push his shirt away and trail your hands down his body, you pull away from the kiss and catch your breath. You feel as he begins to unbutton your pants, he begins to pull them down with your underwear. You throw your pants and underwear to the side and feel as Steve begins to knead you ass, he brings two fingers into your face “suck” you grab his hand and take his fingers into your mouth.

You look straight at him and begin to suck on his fingers seductively, you watch as he smiles “you’re such a slut” he slowly pulls his fingers from your mouth. He pulls you closer and you feel as he begins to rub your hole with his fingers, “mhm” you lay your hand on his pec as he inserts his finger into your hole. You feel as he touches your prostate with your fingers, you grip his pec and moan into his ear.

“Am I hitting your sweet spot baby boy” you nod after a few minutes of fingering you, he finally removes his fingers from your hole. He carefully lays you down next to him, you watch as he gets up and begins to remove his pants. You watch as he grabs his cock slapping it in his hand “you ready sweat heart” “yes, fuck me please” he get behind you and aligns his cock with your entrance “relax”

You watch as he grips your legs and begins to insert his cock into your hungry hole “mhm Steve” “you’re so tight” you grip the cushion under you tightly as Steve begins to pound into your hole. “Mhm harder” you feel as he grips your legs tighter as he fucks you harder “if I knew you felt this good around my cock I would of fucked you sooner” after a few minutes of fucking you he pulls his cock out of you.

You watch as he sits next to you “come ride this cock baby” you slowly rise up and hop on top of him. You grab his cock and align it with your hole, you slowly sink down and watch as Steve legs out a moan. You begin to raise your hips and quickly sink back down, you feel as Steve begins to hit your prostate better in this position. You take your cock in your hand and begin to jerk yourself off.

“Mhm Steve I’m close” you look at him and watch as he throws his head back on the sofa “fuck, fun for me” after a few more tugs on your cock you finally cum all over Steve’s abdomen “mhm” the both of you hear the familiar ding signaling that someone just walked through the elevator doors. “Steve” “shit” “fuck” you watch as Steve lowers himself further into the sofa.

You watch as Peter turns the corner “hey M/n” “hey Pete” you smile at him “have you seen Steve?” “Yea, HE” you feel as Steve thrust into you “are you okay” you nod “he just left” “oh, have you seen my phone?” You shake your head “great, well thanks anyways” you watch as he turns around and walks towards the elevator “fuck I’m cuming” you feel as Steve delivers one final thrust into your hole.

He grips your hips tightly as he cums deep inside of your ass, you smile and look down at him “that was close” “yeah it was but it was also pretty hot” your about to get up from Steve when he grabs your hips “stay, I like you like this. With my cock inside of your hole” “alright, but only for a few minutes”

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skylarinfinity · 11 months

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[at clint farm house, steve and tony bickering like usual while m/n watching them]

steve: [let's out frustrated sigh and split wood just using his hand]

m/n: [mouth open] damn imagine if that my a-

tony: [glare at m/n] can you not?!

author notes for people's who dm me and ask if i'm okay with spamming, yes i'm okay with it 👍🏼.

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lazydoodlesandfanfic · 11 months

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Helping Hide The Truth (Peter Parker X Trans!Male!Rogers!Reader)

Characters: Peter Parker X Trans!Male!Rogers!Reader,

Universe: Marvel, Avengers

Warnings: Mentions of Transphobia, fear of coming out, body dysphoria

Universe: Could you do maybe a trans male reader who is dating Peter but isnt out to his dad yet I was thinking Steve Rogers Or Bucky I love your writing and I love how you explore your stories ❤️

Peter checked his watch for the 5th time that morning. The morning bell was due to ring in just 15 minutes, and you were nowhere in sight, and Peter was starting to contemplate heading back to his locker, or texting to ask if you wanted him to drop off in the disabled bathroom or to ask if you were even coming in today. Luckily, as he reached for his phone, he saw your dad’s car finally pull up, you jumping out, waving to your dad before rushing up the steps to meet Peter. Peter smiled and waved at your dad- Captain America himself- as he pulled back out the parking lot, and you headed inside, walking at a fast pace.

“The bell’s gonna go off soon.” Peter commented as you both dashed around, pushing through the crowd to find one of the bathrooms or even just a janitor’s closet at this point. Normally when you were on short notice you would just change at your locker- slipping on a baggier shirt and slipping the men’s jeans over your leggings or something, but Peter had noted that today you had come in a dress- and judging by the style, it was Steve’s idea, thought that was obvious anyday. That meant you had to actually find somewhere more private to get changed today. His eyes darted around before he saw MJ at her locker, taking your hand and pulling you in her direction. “MJ!” He called as he approached, and she looked up, seeing you both approaching, what you were wearing, and she immediately knew what was up. She went into her locker, finding her gym bag, and pulled out her towel, unravelling it.

You stepped hurriedly between her and her locker, her holding one end of the towel against the locker next to her, Peter holding the other end with MJ’s locker door to create a barrier from any onlookers. MJ kept a look out for trouble and also tried to block the view even more with her body, Peter also doing the same when he wasn’t passing you garments, before you gave him the dress with a quick “Done.” and the towel dropped, and Peter shoved the dress into the bag. “Thank you so much.” You told them.

“Don’t worry about it.” MJ shrugged. “Guessing daddy dearest was adamant on the dress?” She asked and you huffed and nodded, taking the bag from Peter, and shoving it to the bottom of your backpack to go and put in your locker later.

“I’ll tell him I bumped into someone at lunch and got some crap on it.” You stated.

“Does that mean we have to get it back out to dump some ketchup on it?” Peter asked.

“No, we need it to look realistic- you put on the dress and we put ketchup on it.” MJ joked, poking Peter in the chest, making you laugh a little. Peter knew that if that was needed, he’d do it for you.

Peter had met you when you both started at the highschool a few years ago, and immediately had began bonding over being the ‘weird’ kids. Back then, when he was still getting to know you, Peter had presumed you were shy and self conscious, lacking any confidence, being a total wall flower and wanting to stay out of the spotlight- just trying to survive highschool. That was until the that summer ended and you came back with a new haircut- a much shorter haircut, wearing baggier clothes, clothes that hid any femininity. Peter immediately got an inkling that he may have been wrong about his presumptions about you, but didn’t want to jump to conclusions. Instead, he complimented your new hair, and the way you lit up at it didn’t help his spidey sense. You thanked him, explaining how you got into an argument with your dad about it before you inevitably went behind his back to get it done, but now it was done and he couldn’t do anything about it and so he didn’t say anything about it. Peter had joked about him being old fashioned, in which you laughed the loudest he’d ever heard. It was then you told him how right he was, and who your dad actually was.

It was in the middle of the next school break when you two were hanging around at his that he had told you he was Spiderman, and in return, you told him you were trans, and was keeping it a secret from your 1940’s dad. It was about 2 weeks after that, that you and Peter sucked up the courage to ask each other out at literally the same time.

Peter had took the information exceedingly well. He came up with the idea to have spare clothes at school to change into to make you more comfortable around your peers, which also helped you keep your secret from your dad- all he saw was the short hair but the ‘normal’ clothes when he dropped you off and picked you up, totally unaware that you had begun socially transitioning at school, and with surprising success. Of course, after a close run in one time in which Peter as Spiderman had to save you and him using your correct pronouns in front of some of your classmates- including Flash- people didn’t want to attempt to use that against you knowing that Spiderman seemingly knew you personally, and then when it came out who your dad was… yeah, people at school used your pronouns, if mostly out of pure fear.

Since being able to be yourself for the most part at school and when away from your dad, Peter had noticed how you had changed. You were chattier, more vibrant. Happier, and he loved it, and he was willing to do anything to keep it that way- even if it meant sneaking you clothes at the beginning the day and taking them back before your dad picked you up, or lying to the Avengers to ensure they didn’t pass any information on to Steve.

The day passed by like any normal day, at the end of lunch time you did get the dress back out temporarily, smearing some ketchup on the skirt before putting it back in the bag and your locker, and dropping a text to your dad that you’d had to change and that your dear boyfriend and leant you an old hoodie and pants, sprinkling in a comment on how sweet Peter was for going out of his way to get you cleaned up and new clothes in such short notice, even though you knew he probably wouldn’t read it for a while or even at all and would ask you what happened to your dress.

After the last bell rang and you and Peter were gathering your things from your locker, you discussed future plans. “How about this weekend if your dad has nothing planned with you, we could go to the mall? We could pick some clothes up for you but keep them at mine or in your locker?” Peter asked.

“Why, running out of hoodies? I can give some back.” You teased him with a grin.

“No, I don’t mind, I’ll just steal them back next time I come and visit you- I was just thinking, since they’re all my style, I thought it would be nice for you to have some pieces you could actually claim as yours. You could excuse it to your dad as backup clothes since he must think you’re super clumsy at school, but…” He explained.

“That sounds… nice. I’ll ask my dad if I can go out with you on the weekend.” You told him with a soft smile, closing your locker door, and sighed. “I wish I didn’t have to sneak around like this for clothes of all things. The fact that I’m sneaking in and out clothes that make me feel good about myself and not my literal boyfriend just feels… wrong.”

“I know.” Peter frowned. “Has your dad made any… comments? Good or bad?” He asked. You shook your head.

“No clue what he thinks, honestly not sure if he even knows what being trans even means.” You told him as you both started walking down the hallways towards the main exit.

“Would you like me to… look into it?” Peter offered. You stopped walking, looking at him with apprehension. “Like… we recently had the official lesson on gender identities, I can bring it up with Tony, ask if your dad and Thor has had that talk and how they feel about it. If he asks questions on why, I can maybe pull together a fake project about ‘old world views’ on that kind of thing and if the ‘not from his time’ argument actually holds up with Steve and Thor and that you didn’t want to bring it up with him in case he got defensive or something.” He excused.

“Are you sure? You know if you do this we will actually have to make that fake project, which could include interviewing my own dad about his views on his own son that he doesn’t know is his son?”

“I’ll interview him- conflict of interest. You put together a rough draft of a plan for this project in case Tony talks to your dad so you can show him the rough draft to make it seem real. Maybe we can turn it into actually educating him, introducing it to him so one day you can actually be yourself to him.” He suggested. You hesitated, but eventually nodded.

“I still don’t plan to come out till I’m 18, just in case.”

“I understand. I love you, and I love seeing you love yourself, but I know you also love your dad and how much he means to you and that you don’t want to damage that relationship. If I can somehow make sure that doesn’t happen, I want to do that… if this fake project gets too close to home, please just say, we can make up an excuse about changing the subject or the project being cancelled or changed.”

“Thank you Peter, I really appreciate it, and everything you’ve been doing to help me through this I can’t thank you enough and it’s one of the many reasons that I love you.” You told him, grabbing the collar of his jacket, pulling him close and kissing him, before you heard a honk from a car, knowing that it was your dad’s car. You sighed, pulling away from him. “If I’m able to come over on the weekend, can you ask your Aunt May if she can make that lasagna?” You asked, making your boyfriend laugh. You asked that last week, and the week prior. Aunt May was more than happy to make it.

“Sure thing.” He told you, stealing a quick peck, hearing another honk from your dad before you turned and rushed to get in your dad’s car, waving at him as your dad drove off.

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writeshite · 2 years

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Sir, Yes Sir

Summary:

It is said that the human anus can stretch seven inches before taking damage, and a raccoon can squeeze through holes as small as four inches; therefore, one could take two raccoons up one’s ass. What does this have to do with taking three dicks up your ass? Well, everything, considering said dicks could be categorized in the super department.

Pairings:

Steve Rogers x Sam Wilson x Bucky Barnes x Male!Reader

Tags:

Smut | Foursome | Daddy Kink | Degradation Kink | Twink Reader

Words: 1526

Author's Note:

Another request by another who wishes to remain anonymous, it was a bit tricky, because of positions and it took me a while to figure that shit out 💀

You laugh to yourself at the thought as Bucky runs the oil down your body, your arms are outstretched in front of you, and his hands massage the oil around your torso. After the first time, it’s a lesson well learned.

Sam stands behind you as well; his hands are more focused on your ass, his chin on your shoulder, while Steve stands in front and massages your dick, pecking you every now and then. Your head’s slightly tilted back, and Bucky places his head on the other side of your neck, placing kisses on the skin there. Sam follows his lead and does the same, and you close your eyes, you hmm, shoulders scrunching up at the touch. Your legs aren’t buckling, but it’s getting harder to remain standing when the movements rack such sensations.

A hand slides between your ass, delicately pulling one cheek away as a finger slides in, your leg goes up a bit, and Steve takes it in hand and lifts it slightly; a separate hand joins in behind, and the leg still standing shakes. Steve chuckles, and you balance yourself as best as you can. You hold Steve’s face, he tilts his head, slotting his lips against yours, your head gets directed away from his to Sam’s, his smile is ever present, and you grin alongside him. You move one of your hands to his face; Steve kisses the palm of the other and loops it behind his neck. His leg slots between your legs and his beard skirts over your skin as he kisses his way down your body; he kneels, then holds your cock up. Your eyes dart down, and he glances up at you, pumping it slowly; you gasp when more fingers are added. Head tilting away but then brought back, “I wasn’t done,” Sam mutters.

The fingers just seem to multiply, and your gasps give way to Sam’s tongue; Bucky’s metal fingers are cold, a contrast to Sam’s. The metal drags your insides and leaves faint scratching-like sensations, your back arches, and you hiss when he curls them and whimper when they twist; Steve manages to draw out precum, and you rut against his hands. He doesn’t go further after you do. Instead, he stands, and when you and Sam part for air, Steve holds your chin in his hands, admiring the swell of your lips. The room descends as you’re laid on your back; the floor doesn’t seem to meet with your skin as you slide away; it’s minor, almost unnoticeable, but Bucky, the bastard, points it out. He pushes your legs up as if to take a gander at your ass, but instead of that, you’re whisked away by his slight push. He laughs to himself, and Sam pushes you back, then Steve, and soon it’s a free for all.

“I’m glad you’re finding amusement from my suffering,” you say, and the three of them double down in laughter. You don’t say it with any anger behind it; your legs uncurl, and you lie on the floor, arm over your head laughing, a little lost in it; you almost don’t notice when their laughter dies down. Something smacks your arm, and you move it from your face to find a dick in your face and Bucky’s smug little grin. You’re pulled up by your arm and find yourself with a faceful of dicks. Your eyes widen, “He looks excited,” Sam comments.

“He’ll be crying soon enough,” Steve remarks. He smacks your face with his dick; you open your mouth and take it in, your hands coming up to service the other two. It takes some adjustments to get a good pace with all three dicks - hands are carding through your hair, and any delay in speed earns you a harsh tug - Steve’s precum lines your mouth when his dick moves out. They talk among themselves as you move to the next one; your tongue swirls around Sam's dick; when you catch a glimpse of them again, it’s to them groping each other. But you don’t pay mind to that; if you don’t lubricate enough, it’s going to be rough going in - not that you’re complaining.

“What’s the smile for sweetheart?” Bucky asks, “Hope you’re not thinking we’ll go easy on you.”

You move back and swallow, “No, daddy.”

Sam pats your head, and you return to your work; you switch between them, and the precum goes down and is replaced by cum; your face is tilted up, thumbs parting your lips to garner at their handiwork. “Swallow.” It’s a command, not a question. You open your mouth after to prove you’ve done so, then you’re hoisted up and moved to the bed. Bucky lies back, and you’re shoved into his waiting crotch. You hold onto his thighs as you bob your head, a hand smacks down on your ass, and your lower half is hauled up onto your knees. There’s another smack, and you whimper around Bucky’s dick. Another smack lands on your ass. And another. And another. And another. And another. Until it’s a symphony of your cries accompanied by their cruel laughter.

Your legs feel like jelly; when they droop, there’s a sharp sting on your thighs; when you don’t correct your posture, you receive more until you pluck up the strength to do so. Bucky keeps a hand on your head, saliva pools around his dick as you choke on it. When you take too long for Bucky’s liking to readjust back to your pace, he takes it upon himself to do so, hands gripping your head as he uses your mouth to his heart’s content. Your skin stings where the hands land, “Aaw, does that hurt, sweetheart?” Bucky smugly sneers.

You hmm, around him, his second orgasm comes as you’re drawing back to respond, it trailers down your face, and you swallow what little got into your mouth. Bucky wipes the rest away with his tongue, “Say aah….”

You open your mouth, and he passes it in, tongue dancing with yours; his dick goes in easy, but he doesn’t move. He lies back, bringing him with you, two sets of hands part your ass further, there’s not that much room, but it doesn’t stop them. You gasp when you feel the prodding, squirming in place brings Bucky’s arms around you and hands on your back, pushing you back down.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart, ya scared?” Sam asks, leaning close; his nose grazes your neck.

“Oh, doll…” it’s Steve’s faux sweet voice; there’s a tilt of condescension, “but you asked for it, didn’t you?” You nod, “Use your words, honey.”

“Yes, sir,” you reply.

You’re twisted around on Bucky’s dick, moaning as it happens, then you’re looking up to Steve and Sam; they sling your legs over their shoulders, “So why are you crying?”

It’s the closest thing to a heads-up; they push forward, the tips go in together, and they have to adjust. You groan, head turning to the side and eyes closed, but Bucky forces your chin back, “Keep those eyes open,” he orders, “you know we like to see those tears.”

When they push further, it’s not simultaneous, whereas Sam is patient, Steve is quick, Bucky hasn’t moved, and busies himself with jacking you off, holding your hips down as he does so. You whine when they settle in, panting, you’re full, more than full at this point, there’s static in your mind, and Sam laughs. “Haven’t even started, and the slut’s already brain dead.”

You huff, arms gripping the sheets. When they move, it’s far more coordinated; you’re not sure who starts; they slide in and out, holding your legs as they do so, moving you as they move. It hurts; they move relentlessly, skin slaps skin, and your moans echo in the room. Your nipples are twisted, bitten, and pulled, Bucky’s hand jacks you off, and the metal chafes at your skin. Your skin is on fire, your senses buzz, and when you try to open your eyes, they fall shut from the pleasure. Someone orgasms, you don’t know who, but that doesn’t stop them. They carry on, and the cum acts as a lubricant, your hole feels looser now, and with that, they move faster. The tears of pleasure are licked away and bring on more laughter.

Your orgasm comes, and you pass out, the sensations sending your body over the edge and leaving you a living fleshlight. When you come to, you’re tucked into Sam, Steve’s behind you, and Bucky lies on top, “Sorry, we went overboard,” Steve says, kissing your ear.

“No, I liked it,” you tell them. When you shift your legs, there’s a sharp pain, and you can feel the pronounced hand prints all over your body. “I liked it a lot.”

End Note:

You may now sanitize my soul in thy holiest of water, Stay Hydrated.

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l1tw1ck · 6 months

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Dysfunction or Wrong Direction?

bottom!Steve Rogers x top!male reader

☆ Word Count: 1,032 ☆

CW: Dub-Con (Drunk Sex), Virginity Loss, Anal Fingering, Cum Swallowing, Dom/Sub, Anal, Size Kink, Creampie, Corruption

Steve orders another drink and sighs. He's been struggling lately, specifically with sex. No matter what he tries or who he meets, he just can't get it up. Ever since he started working out, he started to get attention from women. Unfortunately for him, he's never been able to actually have sex because they never get him hard.

You sit down next to him and notice his defeated demeanor. “You alright?” You ask.

He turns to you and shakes his head, too drunk to keep everything to himself. “I can't…I can't get it up…but my doctor…my doctor says nothing's wrong.”

“Aw, really? Maybe you should try something new.” You smirk. “Something like…anal?”

“I don't think there's a lot of women who want to do that..”

“I mean you. You should try getting fucked.” You laugh softly. “I’m willing to be your first.” You wink.

His eyes widen, cheeks red. “Oh.”

“What do you think, pretty boy?” You tilt your head. “I promise I’ll show you a good time.”

He’s so drunk that he's willing to give it a try.

Steve looks at you with an adorable expression as your fingers work open his hole. He didn't know it would feel so good, and you're only fingering him. He never thought he'd say this but he can't wait to feel your cock inside him.

“Do you feel okay?” You ask. You already know the answer, thanks to his rock hard cock and his soft moans, but you want to hear it straight from him.

He nods. “‘S good- ‘s good, [Name].” He bites his lip.

“It’s sir.”

He blushes. “Sorry sir.”

“Good boy.” You curl your fingers up and reach his prostate. He gasps, a spurt of cum leaving his cock. “Found it.” You grin.

“Again- please-”

You continuously poke at his prostate, effectively driving Steve crazy.

“Yes- oh fuck-” He throws his head back. “Don't stop–” His moans increasingly grow louder as he reaches his peak.

“You wanna come, Steve? Beg for it.”

He feels so good that he’ll do anything to come. “Please- fuck– please let me- hh- come, sir– please~”

“Go ahead.” As soon as you give him the okay, he comes all over his chest. You slowly pull out of him. He takes deep breaths as he recovers from his orgasm.

“That- that felt so good.” He sighs. “You're…you're gonna fuck me now, right?” He looks at you, the look on his face is unintentionally seductive.

You chuckle. “Mhm.” You drag your tongue along his chest, scooping up his cum and cleaning him up. You pull away and look at him with a smile while unbuckling your belt. He looks at your expression, clear enthusiasm painted on your face. You're beyond excited to take his virginity. His eyes trail down to your crotch. He watches in anticipation as you pull down your pants. He stares intensely at your underwear, aroused by how hard you are. He wasn't sure if he just likes anal or if he likes men too but just looking at your boner is setting him on fire. He wonders if you’ll let him suck you off. He's almost surprised by that thought but considering what he's just done, what he's said, it's not all that surprising in comparison.

His eyes widen as you release your hard cock. He gasps. “You're huge.” He almost whispers. You're even bigger than he is.

“Are you scared?” You slowly pump your cock. “I could settle for a blowjob.” You could, hypothetically, but you'd much rather fuck him.

He shakes his head. “I can take it..” His voice is very breathy. He can't take his eyes off your length. You've awakened a lot in him tonight.

“Yeah? I think so too.” You lick your lips. “Hold your legs in the air.”

He does exactly as you asked, arms wrapped around his legs. “Like this?”

You nod. “You're good at following orders.” You prod your tip against his hole. “I like how obedient you are. So willing to do whatever I ask.”

He blushes but before he can respond, you start easing your way inside him. “Fu- fuck–” He lets out a sharp breath. “Don't stop- ah–” His uncomfortable expression twists into a pleasured one, his lips moving into a shaky smile. You're stretching him out so much and it feels so damn good. He shivers as your length brushes against his prostate.

You eventually bottom out and stay still, allowing him to get used to the feeling. “You feel amazing, baby…so damn tight.”

He looks up at you. “You're not moving?”

“I’m giving you time to adjust.”

“I don't need time…I need you to fuck me.”

You smirk. “Okay.” You grip his waist and start fucking him roughly, not bothering to start slow.

“So good- fuck- harder!” He moans. “Please, sir~!”

“I’m glad you remember your manners.” You fuck him harder.

“Yes- th- thank you, thank you, sir~” His body shakes. “‘M gonna come- please- uh~ please lemme come, sir-”

“Coming without me even touching you? Maybe your body was made to only take cock instead of giving it.” You chuckle. “You’ve got such a big cock but it's useless. All your body wants is to be fucked.”

Steve moans. “Yes~!”

“You think so too? That you're just a cocksleeve?”

He nods rapidly. “I’m your- your cocksleeve, sir~”

“Yeah? Come for me then.”

Steve’s body shakes as he comes for the second time, coming even harder than last time. He's shocked as you keep going but he's certainly not opposed to it.

“I’m gonna come inside you, okay, baby?”

He nods. “Wha- whatever you want~”

“Good boy.” You lean in and kiss him. Steve sloppily reciprocates it, kissing you back with less experience. His thoughts start to go fuzzy. The overstimulation combined with his drunkenness isn't helping him stay sane. You pull away and lean into his neck, softly kissing it before sinking your teeth into his skin. He rolls his eyes back as you flood his insides with your cum.

“It's warm..” Steve moans.

“You like how it feels?” You smile, slowly pulling out of him. He sighs, already missing the feeling of you inside him. “Let's get cleaned up, okay?”

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graceloveswolves · 7 months

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Attempting To Escape Yandere Bucky Barnes Would Include...

Honestly, he's probably one of the easier Yandere's to escape from.

You've escaped from him a few dozens of time.

But he's Bucky, a highly trained assassin, he finds you every.single.time.

The longest you've been away from him was a couple of hours.

He doesn't like fighting or any altercations, especially from a his love.

He is already pretty lenient on you to begin with, just trying to get you to like him so you feel better/safer with him.

And so he can stop worrying about the entire situation.

He doesn't try to intimidate you in any means, the last thing he wants is you to be terrified of him.

Although he doesn't let you push him around, he will put his foot down and let you know he is serious and that you will never be with anyone but him.

Most of the time he already knows when you plan on escaping.

The trick to escaping him would to be nice to him, act like you trust him and start warming up to him, then wait for him to let his guard down

The moment he lets you have the slightest bit of freedom, RUN.

He would be very hurt, but not surprised.

He'd obviously have no trouble finding you.

But when you put up a fight when he catches you is when he really struggles.

He'll let you hit, kick, punch, bite, spit on him all you want as he drags you away from public sight.

You can say the most vile things to him as he takes you back to your shared house, he will agree with you.

Will probably low key cry about it later when he's by himself.

No matter how much you act up, he won't punish you harshly.

Man-handling you and chaining you to a bedpost is as far as punishing goes with Bucky.

He will accept any apology, but to make sure to give you twice as much.

Still feeds you, and gives you anything you want aside from freedom.

Rinse. Repeat.

He keeps letting you try, hoping you'll eventually get tired and just accept your fate with him.

Let's you have your space and privacy, and lets you run your mouth as much as you want and vent your anger out.

It's pointless though, he never responds unless he has a valid answer.

But he notice that just makes you angrier so he keeps his comments to himself.

Sometimes he will chain you to the living room couch and make you watch movies with him.

Or when he knows he won't have any distractions, he will let you sit freely on the couch.

But obviously he sets some rules.

In order to stay unchained you have to be in the same room as him within his sight at all times or they go back on.

Pull down gates all over the house.

He'll lock the hallway gate at night and let you roam between your bedroom, his bedroom, and the bathroom.

But he secretly hopes one day you'll lay down in his with him.

If you want something sometimes you will.

Whatever it was, you'd have it the next morning.

He has no problem calling you out when he sees you snooping or trying to find ways to escape.

"You do know I'm not that stupid, right."

"You know I can see you from right here right?"

"Now why am I going to say no to that?"

"Give. It. Now."

"Now see that is exactly why you have to be chained."

"Nope. Chains going back on."

"Hey!"

Has alarms set everywhere.

Once Bucky accidentally set one off at night, disarming it instantly and went to bed, upset that he probably woke you.

He forgot to arm it again and you realized after he went to bed and got out that night.

He walked in your room with a plate of waffles the next morning and about passed out when he realized what he forgot to do.

In total denial at first.

Really thought he had lost you for good.

Had Steve and Sam help him look for you.

You had no idea what Steve looked like, so when he ran into you it didn't raise any alarms.

You just wanted to get as far away as fast as you could

so when this random guy offered you a ride out of town you were in his car in a heartbeat.

You didn't know where you were so you didn't even know he was driving you straight back to Bucky's.

Bucky's place looked a lot different at night in the pitch black.

The random dude offered you to stay at his house.

You rejected, wanting to keep moving until you were at least three states away.

He then pulled up into a driveway and roughly yanked you out of the car and into the house, nowhere as gentle as Bucky was with you.

Once he threw you in, you were actually relieved to see Bucky and have clarity that this stranger wasn't going to kill you.

"Oh thank god. Wait WHAT!"

The only time Bucky has ever yelled at you.

He felt really bad afterwards but didn't apologize.

Steve still never lets you live it down.

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