#this all took so fucking long to pose i nearly lost my damn mind lmao

[thereluctantinquisitor]

Recovery

Seren: It’s just... they’re a constant reminder of how badly I failed. Estinien: No. They are proof that you survived.

#ffxiv #male viera #estinien #wolship #wolstinien #i swear to god these two will be the death of me #anyway so Seren's entire schtick before Zenos/Elidibus kicked his ass was basically 'dont get hit' #So he really didn't have any scars to his name #and he did not take it well when he took his bandages off and had a whole bunch of them in places hard to hide #(there are more on his back and chest from being tossed around like a ragdoll) #he did eventually grow to love them as much as he loves each line on Estinien's skin #it just took a bit of time and care #seren kynne #seren x estinien #long post #photoset #ff14 #this all took so fucking long to pose i nearly lost my damn mind lmao #fingerssss bruh

[lady-thor-foster]

Oh Captain! // Steve Rogers x Reader (P1)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x POC Reader, Nat x Bucky (WinterWidow) Word Count: 2k+ Warning: Language, Fluff, Smut, ‘Captain’ kink. This is a bit of a slow burn. I’m not sorry. 

Summary: How is Steve supposed to resist you when you call him Captain like that? How is anyone supposed to resist those god-forsakenly beautiful thighs? Naturally you both have to fuck it out; your only choice really. WinterWidow makes a brief appearance. Bonus: Tony Stark’s seal of approval.

A/N: Idk why my fics keep starting in the gym, maybe it’s a sneaky way of telling myself I need to work out more. Lmao, ignore me. I’m so sorry. This was supposed to me a short 500 or so word one shot but I’m a goddamn wordy ass ho with no self-control and a shitty understanding of the word ‘short’. Happy New Year everyone 

PART 2

Working out with Captain America was always a spectacle. No one could blame you really.

He always showed up to the training room in a white tee shirt that seemed just maybe a size too small and sweat pants that left nothing to the imagination. Literally not a damn thing. If you didn’t know any better you’d think he was doing this on purpose. That man was a walking sex fantasy. You could literally create a successful porno of him just working out. Many of the women (and men, because hello, have you seen Steven Grant Rogers?) in the Tower had arranged their workout schedules around his; he pretended not to notice. On the plus side, everyone seemed to be in the best shape of their lives.

You couldn’t help yourself really; you’d be in the middle of a weight lifting set and would catch yourself inadvertently staring at Steve’s thighs, arms, not-so-subtle dick print, and that glorious chest, oh man his hands...basically any portion of his body that graced your line of sight. You’d catch him staring at you as well. Every time you did your squat sets you swore you could feel his baby blues staring holes into your ass. He might have been a complete gentleman, but you could always tell when a man was staring at your cleavage. It’s one of those skills that women just develop without even realising it. You frequently felt guilty for objectifying him this way but knowing he was doing the same went a long way to alleviate said guilt.

Today was one of those rare days where you and Steve had the training room all to yourself.

“Morning, Captain,” you all but purred. Goddammit Y/N, get yourself under control, you thought.

Steve felt his cock twitch at the sultriness of your tone. Fuck me. He’d never tell a soul but he loved the way you always called him that. You were an absolutely beautiful woman; he’d often catch himself deep in a fantasy of wondering just how delicious your dark copper skin tasted. He’d do almost anything to find out. Maybe today was a bad day to go commando, he wondered briefly.

He cleared his throat, “Good morning, Agent.” The deep brusqueness of his voice sent shivers down your spine. Get a grip, Y/N; he’s Captain America for crying out loud.

You both settled into your warm up routines; he started with a quick jog on the treadmill while you opted for yoga. There was one small problem. The yoga mats just happened to be in front of the treadmill station. Mentally scolding yourself, you decided you’d put all your focus into warming up and stretching. Steve seemed to be paying you no mind; a quick glance his way revealed he’d slipped on some comfy headphones and settled into an easy pace. Distracting yourself with the intensity of yoga worked…for about an hour. You were completely lost when Steve moved to that goddamn punching bag.

Steve wanted to kick himself for decided to start his warm up with a jog. How the hell could he have known you were going to choose yoga? It was a monumental effort to keep his breathing even especially when you did that one fucking pose where your shapely ass tormented him in all the best ways. Running with a raging erection was damn near impossible. They didn’t call him the Super Soldier for nothing. No matter what he did or how many mission reports he fought to focus on, he could not tear his eyes away from the erotic flexibility of your body. His mother would be ashamed; she didn’t raise him to objectify a woman like this, no matter how badly he craved her. Today was definitely a bad day to go commando. He moved to the punching bags hoping they would provide some relief or, at the very least, send his blood rushing somewhere else. It was a feeble attempt really.

If you looked up sexual tension in the dictionary, there’d be a gif of the two of you frustrated as hell working out in the Tower gym and uselessly pretending that you weren’t watching one another with sneaky lustful eyes. You couldn’t even remember how long it’d had been since you’d gotten laid. Working for SHIELD killed any attempt at a social life. Goddamn world governments who couldn’t seem to keep the peace long enough for you to pick up a hot man (or woman) and work out those sexual frustrations you’d racked up over long missions. Giving up on your yoga, you moved to the stationary bikes; perhaps cardio and sweat would burn this heat out of you. Your bastardly libido took that as a challenge.

From his position at the punching bags, Steve could see just how perfectly shaped your legs were on the stationary bikes. Fuck; there goes that raging erection again. Your long curly hair in a messy pony tail gave him unfettered access of your bouncing cleavage. Steve truly didn’t know how much longer he could keep this up. Thankfully, Nat decided to grace the gym with her presence.

“Y/N! Rogers! What are you two doing here so early?” she snickered. She picked up on the tension between the two of you months before.

“Oh you know, the early bird catches the worm and however the rest of that phrase goes,” you replied. She laughed and joined you at the bikes. She settled in with a warm up pace. Neither of you noticed how much harder Steve threw his punches at the sound of your voice. He could hear everything.

“Wanna tell me why it feels like a storm about to break in here?” she murmured just low enough for you to hear…so she thought.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Your face was the picture of pure innocence…as long as you didn’t look at her.

“Oh come on, Y/N. You don’t honestly expect me to believe that?”

“Okay fine!” you hissed, “we’ve been here for the last hour and a half and I am reaching the limits of my self-control. Look at him, Nat. You can’t honestly tell me you don’t want to mount and ride him into the heavens.”

“I’ve got my own Super Soldier for that, Y/N/N.” This was news to you, as far as you knew, she and Barnes has just been flirting, heavily. You suppressed a squeal. This was serious business.

“Tell me something Nat,” you pondered aloud. She already knew where this was going.

“What’s up?”

“Does the serum really make him bigger all over?”

“Let’s just say, he definitely puts my flexibility to the test.” The two of you were giggling like high schoolers when you were suddenly greeted Bucky Barnes.

“Anyone want to tell me why Steve is over there punching the living hell out of those punching bags?” he asked worriedly. You found it endearing the way he and the Captain loved each other.

The first bag was a complete accident. It really was. When the words ‘mount and ride him into the heavens’ left your lips he was so stunned that he forgot to pull his punch to prevent real damage. It went flying. The second bag wasn’t so accidental. His brain tormented him with images of you riding him; fuck, how he wanted to sheath himself inside of you and forget everything else. It went flying too. The third bag wasn’t faring much better than is former counterparts.

Glancing over to Steve, you’d somehow missed the two punching bags he’d completely beaten into submission. They lay desecrated in a pile and leaking sand near him. It was an honorable death, really. It seemed the third was about to join them. Nat let out a low whistle; this was a whole new level of sexual frustration. You dismounted from your bike and made your way over to the horny soldier. He ceased his brutal assault on the bag the moment you crossed his line of sight.

“Y/N! What’s up?” Your quick and watchful eyes didn’t miss the way he licked his lips when he said your name. Damn that mouth haunted your dreams in all the best ways. A not so subtle glance to the front of his sweats told you all that you needed to know. Was he going commando?

“That’s what I was coming over to ask, Captain,” you gestured to the pile of bags, “is everything okay?”

“Just peachy.” If you didn’t know him as well as you did, you’d have believed that lie. Unbeknownst to the two of you, Nat and Bucky crept quietly out of the gym. They had their own sexual tension to resolve.

He walked stiffly to the bench nearby and nearly crushed his water bottle. Taking a swig, he sighed heavily. Your knowing eyes never left his body as he moved to the free weights. Anyone else would have felt like some sort of stalker watching Captain America doing reps, you were so turned on that you couldn’t even be bothered to give a damn. His baby blues met your lustful gaze and he smirked.

“See anything you like?”

“What’s not to like about you, Captain? You’re like walking kryptonite,” you teased. This ‘harmless’ flirting had to peak eventually right? Steve set the free weight back on its shelf and took a deep breath. Your earlier words echoed in his mind; he decided it was now or never.

“Walking kryptonite? Is that the kind where you mount and ride me into the heavens?”

You wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of a true reaction. It was time to be bold and brave. Steve held his breath awaiting your response.

“What can I say, Captain. Those thighs are the stuff of legends.”

“Why don’t you come closer and see if they live up to the fantasy?” His Captain voice sent blood rushing straight to your core. You certainly didn’t need to be told twice.

A few short paces later and you were straddling the impossibly tiny waist of your long standing crush. His massive hands slid up your back and freed your tight ponytail. You sighed in relief. The skin tight yoga pants you were wearing did nothing to mask the feeling of his thick cock against your aching cunt. Those plump pink lips were mere inches from yours; something seemed to hold him back.

“Are you sure about this, darlin’?” he asked. Ever the gentleman, it seems.

“Captain, I swear to go-” A bruising kiss cut off your threat. Finally. There was a surprising amount of gentleness in the kiss; the softness of his full lips felt like heaven moving against your own. Steve could never have imagined he’d find someone who truly kissed him breathless. Not since Peggy. He loved the feeling of your short nails digging into his shoulders; he tried his best not to crush you to his chest in an effort to hold you closer. Suddenly, the intercom crackled overhead.

“As happy as I am that the two of you are finally working out your issues, please, for the love of all that is star spangled, not in the gym. I just had it disinfected from the last time Bucky and Nat were left alone too long,” asked Tony Stark. Big Brother sees all, apparently.

With a chuckle, you pulled away from Steve’s kisses. “We hear you loud and clear, Stark.”

Steve was content to just hold you in his arms while you sat in his lap. His cock had other ideas. The heat from your core caused him to throb; your eyes fluttered closed and you moaned softly at the feeling. Steve was immediately intoxicated by the sound. He thrust against you gently, hoping to hear you make it again. Your eyes snapped open at his teasing movements. Leveling him at him with a narrowed gaze, you cocked your head to the side. His poker face revealed absolutely nothing in spite of the mischievous twinkle in his pretty blue eyes; Barnes had taught him well. Two can play that game, you thought. Rolling your slowly hips into his, you leaned into his ear and bit gently. This time his hips bucked involuntarily.

“Bedroom,” you whispered. Steve wasted no time. Wrapping your legs around his waist, he carried you from the gym, down the hall to his quarters. You grinned cheekily at Sam and Wanda who hooted and clapped in approval.

This was gonna be fun.

END P1

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