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[yourladyjane]

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steve rogers x gn!reader ⎯⟢ [0.5k] You find out why Steve hasn’t been sleeping lately.

tags/warnings ⎯⟢ Drabble; post-CA:CW; angst; tiny bits of fluff if you squint; hurt/comfort; established relationship; tw: grief?

this could be a dream.

On the surface, it doesn’t seem like much has changed.

He walks into the safe house and people see their ever-dependable captain, his back straight and chin lifted, oozing authority and control even if he’s not technically captain anymore. 

But you see it—the dark circles, the slight drooping of his shoulders, the irritability, the pained rubbing of his temples when he thought no one was looking, and the off-by-a-millisecond slowed reaction times out in the field. 

He’s tired. Steve hasn’t been sleeping. 

It has been a hard couple of months; being on the run takes its toll, but there’s a hint of something else in his features you just can’t seem to place. 

When you gather the courage to ask him, he brushes you off. When you stand there, dejected, watching his retreating back with resignation and sadness, Steve turns towards you just before he steps out into the night. 

He offers you a sad smile, forced and unnatural, before promising you that everything is fine. For the first time, you don’t believe him. Steve has always been a terrible liar. 

When you tiptoe into his room late one night, you’re not at all surprised to find him on the floor. Sometimes he preferred it there, but this time you pause for a second.

Bucky is lying fast asleep just mere inches away, his metal arm curled under his head, his dark brown hair splayed out across a pillow.

You almost smile at the sight of the two recently reunited best friends sleeping on the floor like they’re two boys at a sleepover. 

Except Steve is awake. He looks too afraid to even blink, let alone sleep. 

He doesn’t acknowledge you until you’ve settled down on the floor quietly behind him. Your hand splays carefully over his shoulder, and then he’s leaning back against you. 

Bucky stirs, a sleepy sound escaping his lips, but doesn’t wake from what looks to be his first peaceful slumber in decades. 

Steve gasps softly, releasing a shuddering breath. 

Realization dawns. However improbable, someone he loves isn’t dead. Someone he loves has come back to life. Now that the chaos of it has died down a little, Steve needs some time to process that life-altering information. 

“This could be a dream,” he whispers, his eyes wide and terrified. 

“It’s not,” you whisper back. Heart wrenching, you lean down to wrap your arms around him, tears springing to your eyes when his tense shoulders begin to tremble.

“How do we know?”

“Sleep, Steve.”

“What if—what if he’s gone when I open my eyes?”  

“I’ll keep an eye on him for you,” you swear as you lean down to kiss his temple. Despite his fears, his eyelids begin to droop. 

“Promise?” He asks, sounding much smaller than he is.

“Promise.”

By the time you’ve finished speaking the word, Steve has finally drifted off, entrusting the personification of his very own heart into your two hands. You watch over them both until morning.

By sunrise, they are rested again.

And the sky is new.

fin.

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[elixirfromthestars]

Tangled Up In You

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Avenger!Reader

Summary: When you and Steve get tasked with decorating the living room of the Avengers Compound, it seems like the perfect opportunity to spend some time with your crush. However, a certain tangled mess of lights would prove to make decorating a bit more difficult than you had anticipated.

Word Count: 1.5k

Warning(s): none. pure fluff. established nickname -> angel

Prompt/Event: @the-slumberparty december daze -> putting up christmas lights isn't as easy as it looks

a/n: And the secret is out! ₊˚⊹☆ This little winter drabble event was started because I wanted to do some gift giving for the holiday season. ˚୨୧⋆｡ So this fluffy fic is my holiday gift to you my dear Jo!! @neverthatsirius-jo ♡ I know how much you adore Steve, so I knew I had to write something for him just for you!! Thank you for reading! ₊˚⊹♡ Likes, comments, and reblogs are much appreciated!! ♡♡♡

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You grumble an incoherence under your breath, stepping back and looking at the piles of cardboard boxes littering the living room of the Avengers Compound. Each one is filled with various holiday decorations you and Steve have been “tasked” adorning the living room with. 

Last night, during the team’s weekly game night, it was decided that the two people who lost the most games by the end of the night would be stuck with the responsibility of decorating the only undecorated room left in the Compound—the living room. 

Unfortunately—or maybe fortunately for you—you and Steve were the two losers of the night. You didn’t mind having to decorate on your day off, and you certainly didn’t mind spending the afternoon with Steve. He was one of your closest friends—a friend you have been secretly crushing on for months. You were hoping that this time together could help you muster up the courage to finally ask him out on a date.

Fingers crossed that, unlike last night, luck would be on your side when asking him. 

While Steve brought in the remaining boxes from the storage room, you were going through each of the cardboard boxes to try and get an idea of what you had to work with. This was your first holiday season at the Compound, so you didn’t have last year's decor to reference back on.

You make your way over to one of the larger cardboard boxes, one whose height goes up to your waist. You notice the word lights scribbled on the side of it in black permanent marker before you open it. Inside, as you expected, are an abundance of Christmas lights. All an extensive tangled web of cords and bulbs. You couldn’t tell how many sets of lights were inside, but you did know whoever stored them previously did so without a care in the world. Now, they were left in a mangled knot you’d have to find the patience to undo.

Maybe luck wasn’t on your side today…

You huff as you begin pulling the strands of lights out of the box. Your eyes go wider by the second as they appear to be never-ending. Almost as if you were pulling the lights from a magician’s hat, yards upon yards of string poured out. It made you wonder if Wanda had enchanted the box for it to have been able to fit so much.

By the time the box was empty, you were in the midst of the pile of lights, carefully trying to make a path by sweeping the cords on the ground with your foot. This backfires on you quickly as the cords end up around your ankles. When you try to free them, your wrists somehow end up joining in on the vine-like restriction.

The pattern of you trying to free yourself from the web of lights only to end up getting more entrapped by them continues until you can no longer discern where you start and where the lights end. You don’t know whether to laugh or cry at the ridiculous situation you have gotten yourself into.

“I think there’s only—” Steve's words freeze in midair along with himself as he walks into the living room and sees the predicament you’re in. The Christmas lights cover you from head to toe as if you had been decorating yourself in them. His eyes sparkle with amusement, but he keeps his lips in a tight line to stop himself from laughing. 

“Y/n, how did you…?”

“Please help.” 

Embarrassment bubbles within every ounce of you—to say the least—and with no dignified explanation of how you got like this, you look everywhere but at Steve. Staring intently at the ground when he sets down the boxes in his arms and carefully makes his way over to you. 

“I think you took out the lights Tony used last year to outline the roof. That’s why there’s so many of them,” Steve explains kindly as a way to make you feel better, delicately pulling at the lights around your body to find the ones easiest to take off of you first. Your eyes slowly make their way to meet his baby blue ones. Your embarrassment melts away at the gentle way he’s staring at you—no judgment in sight. However, you don’t miss the way the corners of his lips twitch as he holds back a smile.

“You can laugh, it's okay. This is pretty funny.”

“I’m not going to laugh at you, angel.” 

“Laugh with me then.”

The nickname he uses only for you is enough to bring a smile to your face, but when a few light chuckles leave his lips at your permission—your smile widens until your soft laughter joins his.

What happens next will forever be unexplainable to both of you. Somehow, in the midst of trying to untangle you, the string of lights find themselves around Steve’s chest constricting his movement. You try to help him, but you’re not in the best position to. So from here on out, you go back and forth trying to help one another only to end up enveloped further by the lights. 

You both laugh it off until you realize how close the lights have tangled you to each other. If you step any closer you’d be pressed up against Steve, the mere possibility sends your heart racing. Your nerves get the better of you, attempting to step back only to almost slip backward if it weren’t for Steve reaching out to catch you before you did. 

Ultimately, pressing you up against him so you wouldn’t fall. 

“You alright, angel?” He asks you tentatively, scanning you over as if you had fallen. 

You nod slowly, the words getting caught in your throat at his proximity. The scent of his cologne, an earthy spice that is mixed with something that is entirely him fills your senses, causing the butterflies in your stomach to flutter dreamily.

Your eyes gravitate to his lips and when they do his breath hitches. Your gaze shoots up to meet his and in his pretty blues you swear you see the same desire you hold. 

You’re dying to kiss him, and you think he is too.

Steve’s eyes lock on your lips, and that’s all the confirmation you need to gather the courage to pull him in for a kiss. It starts hesitant, yet sweet, both of you testing the waters of what it feels like to kiss one another. It doesn’t take long for Steve to deepen the kiss, wanting to pour his feelings for you out in the open. The dilemma of the lights is long forgotten as the kiss consumes all of your thoughts. 

The snapping sound of a phone camera isn’t enough to break the kiss, but the flash that follows it is. You look over to see Bucky smirking proudly at the sight of his best friend kissing you and Sam making fun of Bucky for not knowing how to take a photo without the flash on. 

“Seriously, you two?” Steve shakes his head at his friends, his cheeks rosy with a hint of bashfulness at the way his best friends are acting. You can feel your face getting hot as well, knowing there was no way you were ever going to live down getting tangled up in Christmas lights with Steve. 

As for the picture of the kiss…you were definitely going to ask Bucky for a copy later.

When you tune back into their conversation, Sam has a shit-eating grin on his face, “You should make that this year's Christmas card.” 

“Sam!”

You giggle at Sam’s teasing and at Steve’s attempt at scolding him. Steve seems mortified until he notices the way you don’t seem to mind the teasing. He stares at you with a fond expression, wanting more than anything to be alone with you again.

“Don’t you two have chores to do? Y/n and I are kind of busy here,” Steve motions to the web of lights that cover you and him from head to toe. Despite that, the twinkle of mischief in Sam’s eyes tells you he’s not done with either of you yet. 

“Kissing or decorating?”

“Sam!”

After a few more rounds of teasing that leave Steve wondering when the earth will swallow him whole, Sam and Bucky finally retreat—leaving him alone with you once more.

“I’m sorry about that. I’ll make it up to you angel—I promise,” Steve apologizes to you, an endearing embarrassment on his features. You shake your head with a soft smile, intending to tell him not to worry about it until an idea pops into your head. 

“How about you make it up to me tomorrow? We can check out that new coffee place down on Orchard if you’d like,” you suggest, your heart beating wildly in your chest as you await his answer. He lights up at your suggestion, “I’d love to. It’s a date then?” That last part comes out as a whispered question, wondering if you’d see it the same way he did. 

“It’s a date,” you confirm, moving against the restricting lights enough to place a soft kiss on his cheek. 

So it seems luck was on your side all along after all.

[imyourbratzdoll]

Breeding Kink Steve/Bucky eventho you already have a couple of kids 🫣

hi baby! I'm so sorry for taking so long, I hope you like what I wrote.

summary - breeding kink gone wild, your husbands take it to the next level by forever wanting you to carry their child.

warning - smut, breeding kink, sorta dubcon but not really, mentions of pregnancy, creampie, threesome.

18+ only please, the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips

“C’mon, Doll. Let us pump you full, want you to have our babies.” Bucky groans in your ear, pressed against your back where you can feel his bulge. You whine, letting out a breathy whimper as Steve grips your hips, pressing soft kisses to your neck, occasionally marking it as well.

“What do you say, Sweetheart? Wanna be full of our cum?”

You squirm, vision becoming hazy as lust clouds your mind. “B–but, we already have two…” Your head falls back, moaning loudly as their cocks slide inside of you without much warning. You didn’t even see them take their cocks out. Your cunt clenches around them, arousal dripping down their thick members, making it easier for them to thrust into you.

“Doesn’t matter, Doll. We wanna breed you forever and watch you grow with our child.” Bucky thrusts in and out, hands sliding up your body until they grasp your breasts. His moans so close to your ear that it causes tingles to spread throughout your body, your cunt clenching around your men. 

Steve groans, biting down on his bottom lip hard as he looks down at you with dark eyes. Your own cloudy ones connect with his, lips parting as you feel them pulse inside of you, gripping them tightly when they hit your sweet spot. Steve’s eyes roll to the back of his head and groans slip past his lips as he pounds into you hard and fast, feeling your little cunt clench around him from his brutal thrusts. 

They continue to have their way with you, fucking you so hard that you see stars. Your juices squirt out of you, causing their cocks to twitch and pump you full of their cum once again. Filling you with large amounts that will likely be the cause of your next pregnancy. Steve and Bucky take turns kissing your lips before cleaning you up. They lay you down on your large bed and grin as they caress your stomach, waiting for the moment you pop this one out for them to start all over again. 

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[cap-trio]

pretty boy

summary: You call Steve pretty for the first time.

pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

tags: fluff, established relationship, shy!steve rogers

word count: 445

You’ve always found Steve Rogers to be pretty. 

All of your friends (and everyone else, really) would describe him as hot. Handsome. Sexy. Of course you agree, but you also see something underneath that. A softness that seems to blossom from the inside out.

You especially notice it today. Nothing is out of the ordinary, in fact it’s a perfectly mundane day. Days like these have become a favorite – mornings spent cuddling in bed, Steve cooking a late breakfast while you’re in charge of the coffee, jazz music playing from the speakers that inevitably leads to a slow dance. 

Steve’s in the kitchen bent over a cookbook (a gift from you on his birthday), the light from the small kitchen window covering him in a golden hue. His hair lightens a bit, the blue in his accentuating from the sunlight, making them almost sparkle. He’s got his tongue darted out in concentration and all you can think is how pretty he looks. You’ve never called him that before, and honestly you doubt anyone ever has. 

“Steve,” you call. He lifts his head up and meets your eyes, a soft smile tugging on his lips.

“Yes, love?”

“You look very pretty today.”

A blush forms on the tip of ears and slowly creeps onto his cheeks. No matter how many times you compliment him, whether it’s about his physical appearance or his personality, it has the same effect on him. 

“Pretty.” He repeats it like the word is foreign to him. “I’ve never heard that one before.”

You frown, even though you figured that. Most people’s go to is to sexualize him, and you’ve made it your mission to never make him feel that way. “Well, that’s a damn shame.”

“Eh, it’s no big deal.” Steve shrugs. “Thank you, though. You’re always too good to me.”

“Because you deserve it.”

Steve smiles again before leaning across the kitchen island for a kiss. He tastes like the chocolate chip pancake batter he’s been working on. Sweet, like him. 

He pulls back and rests his forehead against yours. “I love you,” he whispers against your lips.

“I love you too, Steve.”

“So uh, you really think I’m pretty?” He asks like he can’t believe it. Because he doesn’t.

“Of course. I don’t say things I don’t mean, especially with you. If it makes you uncomfortable, I won’t say it again.”

“No, I…liked it,” he admits sheepishly, cheeks reddening again. 

“Well, I’ll make note of that,” you say with a teasing grin. “C’mon pretty boy, the food is gonna burn.” 

Steve shakes his head and laughs, turning back to the stove. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

[spaceycat]

if you haven’t... can you do steve’s fav positions?

thank you thank you😘🍓

DHNMRGJ NTHOINSUIGSIRK ily so much anon

⋆★⋆ steve's favourite positions  ⋆★⋆

♫ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: MUTT by Leon Thomas

a/n: something that ive realised in both my steve nd bucky's "favourite positions" posts their gifs look like they're judging me so hard.. like get out?

I feel like Steve is just a very intimate person, like he values being close to you 24/7 and places his hands on you to keep him grounded because cmon when isnt that guy literally on another astral plane

SOOOO!! that means alot of chest to chest sex, pushing your thighs apart to get in between them ever so closer

kisses your neck, face and chest while whispering praises to you while fucking into you (half of them are just instinctual and he doesnt mean for you to hear them)

his fingers able to bruise your hips because of how tightly he's holding onto you

but i feel like he is just horny.. like.. all the time?

alot of make out sessions in the kitchen late at night

nomad steve is a completely different thing

he takes what he needs, he's more foward - more touchy.

still as intimate but more heated, using his strength to flip you onto your stomach - wrapping a bicep around your neck to get leverage as he fucks into you.

he cares less about what other people thinks "c'mon baby.. let everyone in the tower hear you." "you can be louder than that, sweetheart."

he will and can make you moan like a pornstar and he knows all the ways to touch you and position you to make that happen

his hands dragging down your sides and thighs, hands tough and calloused.

has and will fuck you in the living room, bending you over the arm of the couch, kneading your ass with his hands.

also has fucked you bent over his bike and DEF in tony's car, he didnt mean to but the way you sat in his lap while the two of you were driving to headquarters, you were basically begging in his ear the entire time and he def fingered you in the passenger seat while driving

sit on his face. he will literally beg and plead you to, he needs it like he needs air - gripping onto your thighs as he laps through your folds like a man starved, looking up at you with hazy eyes

he doesnt tap you to signal to let him breath a couple times, the lightheadedness amplifying everything

he loves when you give him head, loving the drool and spit as he looks down at you - ESPECIALLY when he's subby/stressed tf out

half of these arent positions, but thats okay guys

[myfictionaldreams]

congratulations on 15k babe! 🩷🧁 you deserve all of them and more and we are so grateful to have you on here and ao3!!

could we get some Steve Rogers with overstimulation, toys and ties for the reader? 🤭

⁀➷ Office Hours

✧ Pairing | Steve Rogers x F!Reader

✧ A/N | Thank you so much, my love! You're always the best!

✧ Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, soft!dom Steve, office setting, toys (vibrator), oral sex (f receiving), overstimulation, restraints, praise kink, begging, orgasm control, fingering,

✧ Words: 1.5k

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You didn’t even notice him at first, which is funny considering the size of the man.

You’re lost, staring at your screen, eyes dry from the lack of blinks, glasses slipping down your nose, half a sandwich in one hand, and three open spreadsheets in the other. Stark’s schedule is a nightmare this week, and Friday’s been glitching all morning.

You hear the soft click of the office door, the familiar footsteps, then the quiet thud of something landing beside your laptop.

Coffee.

You glance up, and Steve Rogers is smiling at you, his soft blonde hair brushed back, those blue eyes briefly checking over your body, as always, to ensure you're in one place, and his reassuring grin. Your whole chest aches in adoration.

“I thought you could use a break,” he begins to explain, his hands tucked into his slack pockets. “Truce. No seduction, just caffeine.”

You couldn’t help but return his smile, trying and failing to hide how flustered you were already becoming. “You’re dangerous with caffeine. That’s how last week happened in the elevator.”

Steve chuckles lowly, walking around the desk to stand behind you. You tilt your head back to look up at him, heart thudding when his fingers brush your shoulders.

“You’ve been working hard,” he concluded, kissing the top of your head, breathing you in. “Tony doesn’t deserve you.” 

“You’re biased,” you muse back, reaching up to squeeze his thick fingers.

“I’m in love with you, not blind,” he teases back.

The calloused fingers of his tease lower to your jaw, cupping and tilting your head back further as his lips find yours before you could respond. It starts gently, warm and comforting. But the moment your fingers reach behind you, wrapping around his neck, something in him shifts.

You can feel it.

Steve deepens the kiss, breath catching, like he’s been aching for this all morning. Then, for a moment, he pulls back, but only to turn your chair to face him. His hands slide down to your hips, then under your thighs as he lifts you, effortlessly and sits on the edge of your desk.

“You should let me take care of you, baby,” he insisted against your cheek. “Let me remind you how good it can feel to be appreciated.”

You nod without hesitation, already melting under his touch, forgetting your work.

And Steve, ever the gentleman, grins like a man unravelling, reaching into the inner pocket of his jacket where he’s kept the handcuffs tucked away. “Thought you might like these.”

It took almost no time at all until you’re bent over Tony’s desk, cheek pressed to the polished surface. Your skirt hiked up, bunched around your waist, blouse mostly undone so that your laced breasts are against the wood.

Steve’s handcuffs are looped carefully around your wrists and clipped to the side drawer handle with his belt, not tight or biting, but enough to hold you there.

Steve kneels behind you, still mostly clothed, his sleeves rolled up and hair slightly mussed from your fingers moments ago. He’s flushed, breath unsteady as he presses a kiss to the small of your back.

“I should be sorry,” he begins, pulling a small, sleep vibrator from his pocket. “But I’m not. You’ve been so good. You deserve a treat.”

The toy buzzes to life in his hand, and when he presses it to your already-soaked cunt, your entire body jumps. 

“Steve!”

“Shh,” he says, smoothing a hand over your back. “Just hold steady. I don’t want you holding back, if you need to cum, then cum for me.”

He holds the vibrator in place as your hips steadily rock against the toy, chasing the pleasure.

Steve starts slow, tiny circles over your clit, just enough pressure to make you writhe, but never enough to let you fall apart. He was always so good at playing this game. Your arms strain against the cuffs as you try to grind down harder against it, but he’s patient.

“You’re shaking already. So sensitive. You love this, don’t you?” he asked, kneeling between your legs so he could watch the way your pussy squeezes around nothing. 

“Yes,” you gasp. “Please, Steve!”

Then your phone rings.

Steve blinks, stunned for a second as he rises back to his full height. Then he catches the name on the screen and groans softly, laughing under his breath. “Of course it’s Tony.”

Your eyes widen. “Don’t answer, Steve!”

He kisses your hip. “Answer, sweetheart. I’ll be quiet. You can do it. Be a good girl for me.”

Steve leans over to your phone, swiping to answer and pressing it to speaker.

“H-Hey, Boss.”

Steve watches your face, eyes fixed on your expressions as he nudges the toy just a little harder, circling slowly. He gives you reassuring strokes over the back of your thighs.

“Hey trouble, did you send the updates to legal yet?” Tony asks, half distracted by the rush of wind, to notify that he was currently flying in his Iron Man suit.

Steve had to refrain from laughing at Tony’s choice of nickname for you. You swallow thickly, barely able to think. “Y-Yes. Just now. Everything's… under control.”

Steve presses a gentle kiss to your thigh. You shiver.

Tony hums. “Cool. You sound winded. Go for a run with Cap again?”

Steve smirks. Your voice shapes. “Yeah. He keeps me on my toes.”

Tony laughs. “That’s our Cap. Alright, thanks, kid.”

The call thankfully ends. Steve doesn’t say anything. He just reaches between your legs, slides the toy just right, and you fall apart. 

It’s like a dam breaks. Your orgasm crashes over you, sudden and sharp, and overwhelming, stealing your breath from your lungs. You sob his name into the desk, still trembling, wrists tingling from the cuffs, your legs barely holding you up.

You sigh shakily, thinking maybe, maybe it’s over. Perhaps that was enough for him.

Then the vibrator is gone, and his hands rest heavily on your arse cheeks, spreading them until you’re more exposed for him.

“Steve–” you gasp, weakly trying to lift your head and look behind you.

“Shh, I know,” he teased as he sank to his knees again. “You’re so sensitive, baby. But you taste too good. Let me have this.”

You don’t get the chance to protest.

His tongue slides between your labia, firmly and thoroughly, licking up your wetness like he’s been starving. He groans into you, deep and desperate, his nose pressed to your entrance, his mouth working over every part of you until your knees buckle and your eyes roll back.  

Then he finds your clit, swollen and aching, and he sucks. Hard. 

You jerk, nearly collapsing again, crying out his name. “Steve! Please, it’s–it’s too much–”

But he just growls softly, tongue flicking, lips closing around your clit again and again as he eats you like he's worshipping the very idea of you.

“You can take it,” he reassures against your skin, voice hoarse with want. “Come on, pretty girl. Give me one more.”

Your hands tug on the handcuffs, your body locking and convulsing as that second orgasm builds, fast and brutal in your abdomen. Your breath comes in gasps, whimpers, and little pleases, but he pretends not to hear.

And then you break.

You cum again, helplessly, legs shaking, thighs clamping around his head as he moans into your pussy like you’re the best thing he’s ever tasted.

Only when your sob turns to a fragile whimper does he pull away.

You barely manage another sigh of relief, your cheek still flush against the desk, lips parted, utterly wrecked.

But then he’s leaning heavily against your back, kissing the curve of your spine, the slope of your shoulder. “Still with me?”

You nod, just barely. And then his hand snakes between your thighs again.

You shudder violently as two thick fingers slide inside you, slowly. Your cunt clenches around him instinctively, your mind swimming.

“Steve– I can’t–”

“Yes, you can,” he says gently, curling his fingers to hit that perfect spot. “You’re doing so good, sweetheart. Just one more. Let me feel you.”

He’s stroking that spot inside you with slow, measured pressure, his free hand smoothing down your spine, grounding you with touch and voice.

“That’s it, just like that. You’re so beautiful like this. So perfect. You've got nothing to prove, just let me take care of you.”

Your breath stutters. The overstimulation burns. It aches. But his voice, his hands, his devotion. You can’t stop it. You don't want to.

You cry out one final time, thighs trembling uncontrollably as your third orgasm tears through you like a wave crashing through your bones. This one is different, softer in a way. Like your body is so overstimulated it’s given up, every muscle going slack.

You're done.

Steve pulls his fingers from you with care, cleaning his fingers with a groan before kissing the back of your neck, whispering reassurances. “I’ve got you. You did so, so well.”

You’re trembling, breath ragged, completely limp in his arms. And he just holds you there, cradling your hips, kissing every inch of skin he can reach.

“I’ll clean you up,” he promises softly. “Then I’ll take you home, sweetheart. We’ll sleep. I’ll hold you all night. And I’ll make an excuse to Tony.”

You nod weakly, pressing your cheek into the desk, heart still racing.

He places a last kiss on the back of your shoulder.

And you whisper, voice raw and shaking, “Worth every second.”

[lostalioth]

𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞

→ premise: you knew steve loved when you called him sir, how the honorific rolled off your tongue and lit a fire in the pit of his stomach. so maybe it wasn’t the best idea to call him sir in a mocking tone on a mission.

→ pairing: steve rogers x fem!reader

→ warnings: smut | 18+, sir kink, edging, fingering, mention of spanking, nicknames [princess, little one]

→ a/n: kinktober 16

Steve spent the whole ride back from the mission keeping a death grip on your thigh and facing forward with a deadpan stare. He wasn't per say mad at you but you knew you were in for it when you made it back to the base.

You had called him sir in a tone dripping with sarcasm and an eye roll when he gave you an order during the mission. The honorific wasn't new to you or Steve, it was something you learned about your boyfriend in the bedroom, he loved it when you called him sir. It wasn't a name he was called when he was a leader everyone just always called him cap.

So to hear it roll off your tongue in the middle of a mission in an almost mocking manner has his insides turning, cause it still sent that throb down through his cock.

He wasn't as mad that you said it in front of the others as he was with the way you said it. Yes because of the tone you got a laugh out of Tony in response but Steve didn't find it as amusing.

And that was how you ended up spread out on Steve’s bed, your thighs spread to accommodate your boyfriend's large frame between them. A stinging pain still lingering on your ass cheeks from the beginning half of your punishment, his rough palm. The latter half of your punishment was being relentlessly edged, Steve not allowing you to come no matter how many times you apologize sweetly and desperately. His long fingers were currently buried deep inside you curling upwards to hit that blissful spot deep inside you. That spot that has you squirming and crying out for release when he pulls them back right as your body tenses up and your orgasm is building, making you whine out at the loss of pleasure.

“Sir… pleasee ive been s’good i just need to cum, i promise i wont do it again” you whimper out, trying to grind your hips down on his fingers and fuck yourself on them or get him to move them. “See now i don't think you have, little one” he lightly shakes his head before he grabs ahold of your hip with his free hand. His fingers slowly pull out further making you let out a pathetic whine thinking he was stopping all together. But before you can protest or beg him not to, his fingers plunge inside you in a sharp thrust that has your head spinning. “Ahh~ Sir…pleasee m’gonna cum, wanna cum s’bad” you whine and mumble out, the hour or so of edging that has been going on has begun to make an ache settle in your core and not the good kind.

His fingers curl up again as they pound into you making your vision go blurry, your head spinning as your orgasm builds, growing more and more getting ready to crash into you. The sound of his chuckle rings in your ears and as fast as he pushes them in, Steve pulls his fingers back, not out but they stop their asslut of your g-spot. Your climax comes crashing down instead of over you, the building feelings dissipating in your stomach, your hips bucking and squirming.

“Sirrr pleasee it hurtss, neeed to cum” you cry out, your eyes screwing shut in slight pain as well as frustration.

”You wanted to be a little brat during the mission princess, this is all on you” he explains as his fingers slowly begin moving again though the switch in pace only has small gasps leaving your lips, your orgasm still far far away.

“I'm not done with you just yet, you gotta deal with the consequences to your actions little one” he cooed, leaning down to leave a small peck to your mouth before his free hands rubbed across your thighs that were starting to burn from being spread so wide for so long.

Steve had a long night planned ahead for you, though he did intend on letting you cum soon. He wouldn't be done even after that with you though, he was extremely worked up the entire ride back home. That three letter honorific does something to him he can't explain and he never wanted to hear you say it on a mission again. It's way too hard for him to keep his hands to himself when you do.

→ a/n: this is short, not proofread and kinda shit as im trying to rush to get back on track so maybe ill finish kinktober this year, i have hopefully one more post to do today, then just the last day which will either be posted on halloween or after after if im busy.

[societyfolklore]

Birthday Boy - Drabble

Title: Birthday Boy Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female Reade SMUT AN Its the 4th of July here and its 6am and I woke up feral... this the mood today It started with a kiss to his shoulder. Then one to his collarbone. Then one, just beneath his jaw, where his breath caught low in his throat and you felt him start to smile.

“Mornin’,” he rumbled, voice wrecked and sleepy, arm tightening around your waist.

You kissed him again. “Happy birthday, Captain.”

He chuckled. “Mmm. Think I could get used to waking up like this.”

“You should. Gonna spoil you today.”

He didn’t argue. Just groaned softly as your hand slipped under the sheet, trailing down the warm stretch of his stomach, and found him already half-hard and thick against your palm.

“Well,” he muttered, clearing his throat. “You know what they say about morning wood and birthdays…”

You laughed against his chest. “I don’t think anyone says anything about that.”

“They should,” he murmured. “'Cause this? This is perfect.”

You slid beneath the covers slowly, trailing kisses down his body, hearing his breath grow heavier with every inch of skin your mouth claimed. He shifted for you- legs parting, hips rising- as you settled between his thighs.

“Thought I was gettin’ cake,” he rasped.

You kissed the head of his cock, smiling as it twitched in response. “You are,” you murmured. “But I’m unwrapping my gift first.”

Then you wrapped your mouth around him, warm and slow, letting him feel every inch of your tongue, every deliberate drag of your lips. His moan was low, his hands fisting the sheets like he was trying not to lose it too soon.

“Jesus, baby,” he breathed. “You know just how to...fuck, your mouth feels so good.”

You hummed around him and felt the way his thighs tensed, the way his cock twitched against your tongue. He was falling apart already, trying to hold back, to enjoy it, but you could feel it in the way his breath came faster, in the way he looked down and met your eyes under the edge of the blanket.

“Gonna make me come like this?” he asked, voice thick and strained. “You want it that bad, sweetheart?”

You pulled back for just a second-n hand still stroking him, mouth slick and glistening. “It’s your birthday,” you whispered. “You come however you want.”

And with that, you took him deeper. Let him feel the back of your throat. Let him know that he didn’t need to be Captain America right now. Just your birthday boy. Just yours.

And when he came, with a sharp cry and your name on his lips, you swallowed every bit of him - smiling when his hand tangled in your hair, when he pulled you back up to kiss you, slow and grateful.

“Best goddamn birthday,” he murmured, breathless.

You kissed his cheek. “We’re just getting started.”

[eccentricallygothic]

Psycho Husband!Steve Rogers who is a crazed coercive bastard.

Warning(s): Noncon, misogyny/sexism, depraved housewife kink, head shaving/hair cutting, he's a mental mf who thinks he is only doing what's best for you; cruel punishments are care and better sense according to him, age gap, fear kink, infantilization, humiliation, size kink. MDNI. 

. . .

You meekly sit atop your husband, Steve Rogers' lap as he feeds himself and you the dinner you meticulously prepared for him as he cares greatly for detail and perfection. 

The older man hums with each bite, one large paw caressing your back from over the thin -nearly sheer- material of one of the many dresses that make up the entirety of your wardrobe. 

“Absolutely delicious, baby, good job” he has been praising you with each bite and so you cannot help but smile at the compliments, your smaller body resting against his as you gently comb his hair with your fingers.

This is good.

Him being pleased is good.

“Thank you, my heart” you kiss his cheek that he had shaved just this morning when you were on your knees getting rid of his morning wood. He usually does that at night but you chose to wear a certain dress yesterday that caused for you to remain trapped in bed from the moment he got home till the both of you woke up tangled and sticky.

“See?” Now his fingers silkily glide up the length of your spine, past its dents that appear on your nape and towards your scalp that holds no barriers between your skins. “Wasn't I right?” Steve's fingertips flex all over your shiny head that he keeps empty from any hurdle between yourself and him. “Didn't it make things all better for us, hm?” Your tongue grows heavy and you feel it beginning to swell.

But you must not speak your mind.

For you are not allowed to have one.

“Yes, hubby, you were” you feel him stroke the bald crown of your head and the feeling of his coarse skin rubbing your soft and moisturized one sends shivers down your spine. 

His dark but relaxed blue eyes watch you, outwardly friendly but secretly inspecting you closely for the tiniest slip up. “Just too stupid to see it back then, weren't you?”

You nod nervously, offering him a smile as you avert your gaze from his, choosing to awkwardly play with his dress shirt instead. “Yes, hubby, I was.” Before you look up momentarily. He hates it when you don't look at him while speaking. “Thank you for teaching me better.” 

“And what did I teach you?” You bite your tongue, his words scalding your ears. 

Of course, he wants you to say it.

It is a routine that he likes to do every night. 

“That you are always right because you know better.” You resist the urge to cringe from how he suddenly gives you a burst of praise head rubs. 

It is a trap, meant to set you off.

He knows you don't like his hand rubbing your bald head like you're some kind of an animal and he still does it.

You've made the mistake of fighting back one too many times in the past.

But now you know it never fares well for you.

So better to just obey.

“Yeah?” His eyes begin to dance all over your form in that lewd fashion of theirs. “And how did I teach you that?” This is nothing new, and yet your heart drops.

“You taught me by…” Your face becomes hot from the embarrassment and humiliation. “B- By…” Fuck.

Even after all this time, it's no easier to do it. 

“By?” You can feel his sick arousal poke into the back of your thigh. He shifts to readjust himself. “Know what, honey?” He actually has the gall to sound friendly like he's doing you a favor out of the goodness of his heart. “I'll help your little mind out by giving you a hint.” You cannot hold his gaze anymore. So you drop your eyes and train them on his collars as you whimper into his cheek from how he hugs you closer with the arm he has draped around you. He loves proximity. “It had something to do with a machine and a cute head” his long fingers caress your scalp in circular motions.

Your heart is erratic against his chest. “H–” the whimper you let out is shaky and pathetic. Your expression falters into one of pain but you recover just as fast. At least on the outside. “T- Taught me by shaving my head.”

Steve's smirk is one of pride. “Oh? And what setting did I shave it on? Did I leave anything behind or did you become a complete cueball?” 

Tears sting your eyes from the sensitivity and helplessness as you feel your throat tighten even more. “N- No, hubby. Nothing was left. You shaved it all off…” Closing your eyes momentarily is the only way you can let out your next words. “Until I was a cueball.”

“And why was that, huh, baby?” Now he speaks to you like you're a child. 

He does that when he is horny. 

The realization makes your stomach twist.

“B- Because you warned me many times but—” your voice breaks and you softly sob into his cheek all of a sudden because the memories overwhelm you. “I didn't l- listen and my hair kept getting in the food I would prepare for you.” He somberly cooes and lowers your head forwards in a submissive position to caress the links of your spine.

“Oh, honey. Is that what happened?” Though Steve rests his cheek atop your bald head that he keeps shiny with scented oils and feigns sadness his bulge is too stiff against your tender skin for his little act to hold any weight. 

“Yes, hubby.” Your tears fall on your lap. 

“And how did it happen, huh, darling?” He loves the helplessness of your situation. That has got to be it. “Can you tell me?”

You nod and swallow the bile in your throat. Denial is not an option. “The scary razor went all over my head, hubby” you make yourself sound like a baby because that's what he likes. “Like buzz buzz buzz~” you try to mimic the sound and gesture as you run a pretend trimmer over your naked scalp. 

“Aw, it was scary for your little baby self, was it?” You timidly nod, pouting a little. “That's because you're so small and easily scared, aren't you?” He presses kisses all over your head and pinches your cheek. 

“Yes, hubby.” 

“Aw, my poor girl” he cups your face and lets his thumb trace the shape of your mouth. “I get it, you’re just a baby” he cannot but kiss you deeply before speaking again. 

“But it was necessary, wasn't it? And it worked” it is typical of him to seek validation for his unhinged actions from you, probably helps him sleep easier and pumps his pompousness further. “No more hair in the food.” He smiles and forces you to look at him by tipping your head back.

“No more hair in the food.” You echo him like the hollow doll he has made of you.

“Awww” he chuckles at the dejection in your voice. “Cheer up, silly. You look just as perfect as the first moment I laid my eyes on you” his lips repeatedly peck yours for a few moments. Then he continues. “I am the only one whose opinion matters for you and I think you're the most gorgeous thing alive” he scoops you up in his arms before standing up and you give him a smile like you're supposed to. He leans in to capture it in his own. “The cueball only makes you sexier and more nude for me. So it's a win all around” you whimper into the words he utters against your mouth. “C'mon, hubby will make you feel all better.” He whispers before carrying you to the bedroom. It is impossible not to be aware of your devastation and that is why he offers compensation the way he does. “Yeah?”

All you can do is nod defeatedly.

. . .

If you made it down here, hi you're cool. 

[saiyanprincessswanie]

Caught in a Tight Space

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female Reader, & Clint in the Vent

Word Count: 725

Summary: Clint gets stuck in a vent above Steve’s room. He hears more than he wants to.

Warnings: Smut, P in V, Clint stuck in a vent.

A/N: Avengers Spring Bingo. @avengers-assemble-bingo and #AASpring. Square: Clint in the vent. Card # AAS 008

A/N 2: Thank you to my beta readers @late-to-the-party-81 & @lfnr-blog-blog-blog, and thank you @late-to-the-party-81 for the header.

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Clint’s climbing through the vents as usual through the Avengers Compound, trying to get his training in. He was currently distracted by the tower gossip involving you and Steve Rogers. Were you both an item? He crawls right instead of left at a junction and by the time he knows it, the vent has gotten smaller leaving him currently stuck. 

“Uh, FRIDAY, can you send word to someone that I’m stuck? I think I took a wrong turn somewhere.”

“Of course, Mr. Barton. Sending message now,” the AI responds.

“Thanks,” he says, before grumbling to himself. “I can’t believe I got myself in this position in the first place. Guess all I can do is wait for someone to arrive.”

Running through the hallways, you and Steve are trying not to get caught on camera together. Quickly, you both enter his bedroom and you jump into his arms, wrapping your legs around his trim waist. Steve easily takes you down onto the bed and you both roll around kissing each other. Clothes are shed and your breathing speeds up as lean fingers trace purposeful patterns over your skin. 

“Captain Rogers, I need to inform you about Mr. Barton,” FRIDAY suddenly interrupts but Steve cuts the AI off.

“FRIDAY, please don’t disturb us unless it’s an emergency,” he calls out.

“As you wish, Captain Rogers,” the AI responds in its usual neutral tone and with that the pair of you continue.

“Oh god, Steve,” you say between kisses. “I need you inside of me.”

“Don’t worry, doll. I’ll fuck you and that needy pussy of yours real good into the bed.” Steve and you strip until you’re both naked and he slaps your ass playfully as you get on your hands and knees for him. Steve runs his already hard cock through your wet pussy a few times before he pushes into you easily. 

“Fuck,” Steve says, amazed as always at how tight and wet you are for him.

Both of you groan out in pleasure as Steve sets a hard and fast pace. Every thrust inside your pussy has you moaning out his name. His grip on your hips will probably leave bruises in the morning but he doesn’t care – all he wants to do is fuck you into the mattress. 

“Call me Captain, sweetheart.” Steve’s voice drops an octave to his commanding Captain voice.

“Fuck me, Captain. You feel so good…”

It’s then that Steve swears he hears Clint’s voice and his pace slows. “Did you hear that?”

Impatient, you push your ass against him and start fucking yourself on his cock. “Hear what? All I hear is us,” you giggle as Steve growls and returns to his punishing pace. 

Harder and faster, skin slaps against skin as the room is filled with both your moans and Steve’s grunts. Steve’s trying to focus on you and your pleasure when he hears a ‘help’ and some banging around. He pulls out of you and looks around his room. 

“Steve, what are you doing? I thought you were going to fuck me into the bed?” You pout, uncertain as to why he’s stopped.

“I hear someone. I think. In the vents.”

You look around the room and listen but you don’t hear anything. At least, not at first, but then you do – banging coming from the ceiling. You quickly pull on your panties and Steve’s t-shirt, while he pulls his boxer briefs on.

“FRIDAY, what’s the noise coming from the ceiling?” Steve asks the AI. 

“As I tried to mention earlier, Mr. Barton is stuck in one of the ventilation vents. He got turned around during one of his training sessions.” 

You were looking up at the ceiling and now you knew Clint was up there, you  could hear him more, although whatever he was saying still wasn’t clear. “FRIDAY, can you tell us what he’s saying?”

The comms came on in the room and you can hear Clint cussing. “Son of a bitch. I knew you two were up to something for weeks, but I didn’t guess this. Looks like I owe Nat fifty bucks. Now, if you're finally done, can you get me out of here?”

Steve’s face grows pink from embarrassment. “Yeah…let me ummm… get Tony down here so we can get you out.”

Looks like yours and Steve’s secret is out now. 

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[bellamyarcade]

C/W: implied smut, bits of fluff, no use of y/n, Steve is a fucking menace (I know he would be the biggest little shit [affectionate] behind the scenes, I just know it).

WORD COUNT: 0.3k

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ACHE — Steve Rogers x fem!Reader

This job comes with a very unique set of hazards. There is never a shortage of medical supplies around here, what with all the bruises, wounds, breaks, and pains you all come home with on a regular basis. 

But the discomfort you feel today is different. Much different. You shift carefully in your seat, wincing slightly trying to find a more agreeable position, trying to ignore Wanda’s curious tilt of the head and Tony’s suspicious gaze. 

“How’d you hurt yourself this time?” Clint groans like an old man as he lowers himself into the seat next to you. He glances over his shoulder at you when you don’t comment, not even a shut up, grandpa. 

“You’re hurt?” Bruce asks, worry lacing through his features. 

“But you haven’t been on any missions lately,” Thor quips, frowning as he scans you up and down for any injuries he can see. There aren’t any. 

“We could reschedule the meeting?” Bruce suggests, looking around imploringly at the others. 

“Or you could skip this one,” Wanda adds, “don’t wanna make it worse.” 

“No, I’m fine,” you hold up a hand before everyone can start dispersing. 

“You’re oddly silent about this,” Natasha observes curiously, his question directed at the notorious helicopter parent of the group. 

Steve stands at the front of the room, suited up with the proud star on his chest on full display, nonchalantly getting ready for the mission briefing and spreading out files and papers all over the conference table. 

Suddenly, he looks up and scans around the table. When his blue eyes land on you, they crinkle warmly at the corners as a knowing smile blooms across his face. 

You try not to look away too quickly, try not to focus too much on the flood of memories from the previous night—

Laying back against Steve’s sheets, his massive body slotted between your legs, his tongue in your mouth and your fingers in his hair—all the while you whined and writhed with the effort to take him in. 

His sweet smile turns mischievous, a glint in his eye as he finally remarks, “she’ll be taken care of.” 

[babyjakes]

help me hold onto you.

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event | kinkmas 2023

prompt | sex pollen

pairing | steve rogers x avenger!reader

warnings | sex pollen (reader was exposed to some sort of chemical agent that induced a persistent state of hyperarousal.) medical elements (reader is staying in the medbay.) crying (not related to the sexual interactions.) stevie is soooo soft :')). dialogue is soft and sweet, gentle praise and encouragement included. fingering. tummy rubs bc they make me soft. she comes quick! intense, prolonged orgasm. the beginnings of aftercare.

word count | 1,356

"Hey, hey- okay. I'm here, sweetheart. I'm here. Just tell me what you need."

Steve's brow was raised in gentle concern as he stood over your hospital bed. Dr. Banner had set you up in a secluded room at the end of the medbay, wanting to give you as much privacy as possible given the nature of your condition. It was still all a bit baffling to Steve; Bruce had shared any information he had available on the mysterious chemical you'd been exposed to out on your mission to a foreign bioweaponry facility, but most of it had gone in one of the supersoldier's ears and out the other. "Persistent heightened state of arousal" was the only phrase he was able to cling to, which still didn't feel like much to go off of.

As he stood there at your bedside, though, those words were all of a sudden making a lot more sense. You were a pitiful sight, really- curled up on your side with your knees hugged up to your chest. Your whole body was shaking, something that tore at your teammate's heart as he came to better terms with the severity of the state you were in. Overcome with obvious discomfort, all you could do was lie there and rub your sore knees together uselessly. Your hands reached out for him needily; in an instant, he was lowering himself down to sit beside you, leaning over you attentively as his face filled with concern.

"Oh doll," he hummed, reaching out to brush back your hair with a steady hand. Your forehead was drenched in sweat, your big eyes looking up at him pleadingly. As another wave of unbearable heat rolled over you, tears were building in your eyes. "How can I help, sweet girl?" Steve was pressing, "Is there anything I can do?"

In a moment of total weakness, you reached out for him again. This was completely abnormal behavior for you. Being the youngest and newest to the team, you were always intentional about maintaining an image of responsibility and restraint. But as Steve sat there at your side, his steel blue eyes looking over you so thoughtfully as he gently offered you his hands, your hijacked mind was fixating on him faster than you could realize what was happening.

"P-please," the weakness of your small voice broke Steve's heart. He nodded encouragingly, wanting to do anything he could to ease your suffering.

"What is it, honey? Hmm? What do you need?" he asked soothingly.

More tears built in your eyes as you failed to generate a verbal response. Instead, all you could do was continue to writhe pathetically. Steve's brow furrowed as he tried to make sense of your movements. "Does something hurt?" You whimpered feebly at his question, shaking your head. "No, then what is it, sweetheart? Can you tell me, or- or show me?"

Desperation drove your every move as you shifted slightly onto your back, your knees falling apart as you brought a shaking hand down to motion over your hospital gown toward where the sensations were accumulating. If Steve was surprised or offended by your admission, he didn't let it show. Instead, he simply nodded, speaking with an understanding tone, "It's bothering you there, darlin'? Do you want me to take a look?"

Your wide, pleading eyes were enough to answer his question. Pausing, he took a moment to consider the best way to proceed. After a quick glance back at the door to the hallway, seeing that the coast was seemingly clear, he gently brought his hands over to lift up the thin fabric of the gown, pulling it back to expose the area you had pointed to. Steve couldn't help but gasp softly as he saw the ramifications for the first time; any doubts he could've had about the compound's strength or effects were immediately shot down as he faced the living, breathing evidence.

"Oh honey," he crooned worriedly, leaning his head down a bit to get a better look. Your pussy was so puffy it almost looked painful. Your clit was swollen to about three times its normal size, pulsating visibly in unison with your heavy heartbeat. Bruce had placed a wide gauze pad beneath you, and it wasn't hard to see why; with the constant state of arousal your body was trapped in, you were amassing an impressive amount of self-lubricant. Face drawn in disbelief and honest fascination, Steve struggled to find words to console you. "Sweetie, what can I do? Let me help you," his voice was swelling with concern. Swallowing hard, his gaze returned up to your face. "Can I-... would it help if I-... you know...?" The sweetest hint of pink rose up in his cheeks.

You were unsure of what would happen if he tried, but with the way your stomach was lurching and spasming in excitement at the mere thought, both you and Steve knew it would be senseless to not at least give it a try. Sensing your mild confliction, the supersoldier took a moment to brush back your hair again as his soothing voice filled the air, "It's alright, doll. Let me take care of you. S'just me, just Stevie. I'll be gentle, I promise."

As he spoke, he gently drew his hand down to begin rubbing at your inner thigh. Letting out a squeak of surprise, your heart jumped at the way his touch immediately sent sparks shooting up through your tangled nerves. "Easy," he hummed lowly, pushing on you carefully to encourage you to open up your legs a little further. Once you were nice and spread out for him, he took another deep breath. "Okay darlin'. Just keep breathing for me," he seemed to be trying to calm his own nerves as much as he was yours.

With the lightest amount of pressure he could manage, Steve carefully brought his pointer and middle middle fingers to sink slightly into your pool of arousal. They didn't linger long, as they then slowly dragged up your wetness to smear over your enlarged clit. The moment he came in contact with your poor button, your world was set ablaze. You had never felt such unbearable heat in your life; it was as if every atom within your core was being blasted into smithereens, an incredible amount of energy and pressure building up inside of you as a result.

"Easy, easy- shhhh," Steve was doing his best to talk you through it, watching as your hands scrambled to grip the sheets below you, your hips rocking in shameless desperation.

"Mm.... mmhh... hhh..." you struggled through incoherent whines. The man brought his free hand over to rub your tummy gently, trying to give you any sense of comfort and safety he could as he continued working the pads of his fingers in careful, steady circles.

It only took a few more moments of the simple stimulation to send an orgasm ripping through you with unimaginable force; as Steve saw your climax hit, his eyes widened, but he was intent on carrying you through it. Needy cunt spasming around nothing, your clit jerked and jolted beneath his tender traces. Your eyes were rolling back in your head, your whole body at the mercy of the waves of pleasure crashing over you.

And you kept coming, and coming, and coming- trapped in the grips of your orgasm for what must have been minutes compared to the fleeting moments you were usually granted. "Good, let it out," Steve was murmuring softly, watching as all your pent-up frustration was slowly pulled from your seizing body.

When you were finally winding down, breathless and slumped against the flimsy mattress beneath you, he was careful to pull his hands away with the utmost care to avoid causing you any further discomfort or unwanted stimulation. As he stood momentarily to find something to wipe his hands with, you let out a shaky whimper. "No, no, I'm here," he quickly returned to your side, retaking his place next to you on the cot. "I'm right here, doll. You're okay. Here, let me clean you up a bit, honey."

[thezombieprostitute]

Breathless

A/N: Kept seeing a batch of gifs of Steve just after he got out of the pod and then had this idea.

Steve knows what it is to be breathless. Growing up with asthma in the 30's will give you plenty of experience with the sensation. The first time he ever felt like he got enough breath in his lungs was right after the transformation. His body relished finally having enough oxygen.

Since then he's only ever truly felt breathless once more: when he met you. You shook his hand, smiled at him and suddenly he was that scrawny kid from Brooklyn who couldn't get enough air.

It's not enough that you're beautiful, but your kindness, your smile, is genuine. He's used to people putting on a fake smile, or an overly enthusiastic one. You're kind to everyone, not even shying away from Bucky.

Steve finds himself following you around like a lost puppy, hoping for another smile from you. You keep asking him if he needs something but every time you do, he's too breathless to speak.

[imyourbratzdoll]

𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒘𝒂𝒏

🕊️a whore's fairytale masterlist🕊️

summary - you come to find out that the man you grew up alongside isn't the same after the royal ball.

warning - smut, dub-con, death, violence, creampie, kidnapping, slight stockholm syndrome, swearing, obsession.

18+ only please, the gif and headers I use aren't mine.

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Y/n-Odette and Steve had known each other since she was a baby. Upon Steve meeting her when she was born, their parents had been planning Steve’s marriage to Y/n-Odette. Over the years as the two grew, they despised each other, causing their parents to worry which they would then be forced to be together every summer. 

You had been dreading today. You wished to stay home but your father would not allow it. You sat in the carriage, staring out at the scenery, hoping you could distract your mind from having to see Steve again. 

Steve squirmed impatiently, thinking of anything that wasn’t you. A stupid, silly girl. Steve groaned quietly as he went to meet you in the ballroom until he stopped, his heart began to thump. Your smile made him feel weak in the knees. You had the same face, hair and eyes as Y/n-Odette but seemed to be someone quite different. 

“Hello, Steve.” You speak, smiling softly.

Steve couldn’t speak, he wondered if you were the same girl he had grown up with. He returned your smile, holding out his arm for you to take. He felt his heart skip as you accepted, taking his arm and together you walked onto the dance floor as the music began to play. Steve felt so happy, like he was dancing on air.

After that night, you and Steve had spent the rest of the summer together. Steve dreamed of you, he awoke each morning eager to see you. When he was with you he felt overjoyed, but he was also tongue-tied and could not tell you how he felt. Steve couldn’t imagine living without you, it was almost like an obsession had begun to grow within him. 

The summer had come to an end and it was your time to leave. You and Steve decided to dance all night at the royal ball, love burned so bright that the whole ballroom could practically feel it. You smiled up at the handsome prince but inside you could feel a tug of sadness. You couldn’t bear to leave him, he had given you so much love over the summer but he had never declared it. You hoped he would finally tell you how he felt tonight.

As the music came to a stop, so did you and Steve. You both shared a long glance, waiting, searching, hoping. 

Steve suddenly turned to the guests with a giant grin. “Arrange the wedding!”

The noise around you suddenly stopped, everyone was speechless. 

“Wait!” You called out. 

“What is it?” Steve pleaded, “You’re all I ever wanted. You’re beautiful!” 

“Thank you,” You replied, “But… What else?” You knew deep down in your soul that Steve loved you as much as you loved him, so surely he wanted you more than your beauty? You just needed him to say it. 

Steve stared blankly, he really had no clue. “What else?”

Your heart dropped. “Is beauty all that matters to you?” You asked, your father and his mother stood dumbfounded, they were so close. 

Steve swallowed hard. “I… Er… What else is there?” He asked.

Your heart sank even further. You had been wrong, Steve did not love you at all. You turned and swiftly exited the ballroom, taking the hopes of two kingdoms with you. 

You and Steve barely said goodbye as you left. He watched as you departed with shock and bitter disappointment. 

Steve sits as Lord Rogers paces the royal sitting room. “What else is there?” He mockingly spoke. “She says, ‘Is beauty all that matters?’ and you say, “What else is there?!” 

“It was dumb, I know.” Steve replies, hanging his head as he tries to think.

The weather outside was not helping his mood. It seemed to match the sadness he felt deep within. 

“You should write a book.” Rogers continued. “How to Offend Women in Five Syllables or Less.” Rogers leans forward, flicking Steve’s forehead. “Think!” He urged. “You must see something other than Y/n-Odette’s beauty!” 

“Of course I do, Rogers!” Steve begins to stumble as he thinks. “She’s… Well, you know. And then, well… Er…” 

Lord Rogers rolled his eyes. 

“Oh, I just don’t know how to say it!” Steve finally blurted out, and then he added. “I know, I’ll prove it to her. I’ll prove my love!” He nods to himself before muttering. “I’ll make her mine. I’ll make her see how I see her.” Steve stands, swiftly exiting the room as he begins to form a plan. 

Meanwhile inside the carriage, your father shakes his head sadly. “I just don’t understand.” He looks at you, watching as you continue to look out and into the forest. “What else did you want him to say?” 

You bite your bottom lip softly before letting it go as you turn to look at your father. “I just need to know that he loves me.” 

Suddenly the horses whined and bucked, causing the carriage to stop. “What on Earth–?” King William, your father turned the door handle and stepped out. Beyond the horses, a large man was blocking their path. Although the man stood in the shadows, King William recognised him instantly. He had watched him grow from a small child but he could feel something was off and with one look at you, he orders. “Stay inside, Y/n-Odette.” He closes the door and takes a step forward, his guards moved to encircle him, spears drawn.

“Steve, what are you doing out here so late? How did you get here?” The King had never felt this kind of fear before, it was as though something had possessed the man before him. He looks around, brows furrowed as he sees no way for Steve to have gotten there without them noticing. “You must be cold, my boy. Why don’t you hop inside our carriage and we can take you back to your mother. I am sure she’s worried.” 

Steve chuckles and the sound causes The King to stumble, it sounded so dark, so chilling. “I can’t have you do that, sir.” 

The Kind and Steve’s mother had always wanted the two of you together but at this moment, he didn’t know this man. At this moment, King William would do anything to protect you. He could feel strong amounts of power radiating off of Steve, darkness he had never felt before. King William steps back towards the carriage, his guards moving forward slightly, protecting him and you. 

Steve’s eyes sweep over them all, causing a shiver to run through their bodies. “Why are you scared?” Steve takes a small step forward, his foot sinking into the soil beneath him. 

King William clears his throat, straightening his back. “We are not scared. Why don’t you come back with us? Then we can take you back in the morning.” His head whips around as he hears you scream, his eyes widen as he sees Steve’s best friend pulling you from the carriage. 

Thumps can be heard and The King whips back around only for his eyes to widen as Steve stands toe-to-toe with him and his guards lay dead around them. “I said, I can’t have you do that, sir. I want Y/n-Odette and as long as she has you, she will never fully devote herself to me.” Steve towers over the short King, making him seem as tiny as an ant. “I may have screwed up this evening but she will be mine.” 

“S–Ste–” King William is cut off by Steve’s hand gripping his throat, his eyes bulged and skin begins to turn purple. 

Everything had turned black after you were pulled from the carriage, unaware of what had happened with your father. You woke up surrounded by water but you felt weird causing you to look down, shock and fear shoot through you as you see white. You were no longer in your body, instead of a human body it had been replaced with that of a swans. 

“Y/n–Odette.” Hope ran through you as you heard Steve’s voice, your eyes darting around until they landed on his large figure. “You’re finally awake, my little swan.” That hope that had built inside of you had come crashing down once you realised that he wasn’t there to save you. Your body moves, gliding across the water, distancing yourself away from the man you thought you had known. “Don’t let the small spell make you sad, Y/n–Odette. It doesn’t last the whole day, as soon as the moon comes up…” 

Steve didn’t need to finish, creeping across the lake the moonlight touched your wing. Water began to swirl from below, your swan-like self rose upward in a shimmering golden-grey light, transforming you into your human form. 

Steve grins. “That’s how it will be until you are mine, Little Swan.” He said as you landed gently on the shore. “You have to be on the lake, of course and when the moonlight touches your wings, you’re human!” 

You turned away from him, betrayal blossoming within you. Your thoughts went to your father. “My father… Is he okay?” 

“Define okay…” 

You spun around, eyes wide and full of tears. “What did you do to him?!” 

Steve merely shrugs. “I may have killed him.” 

You gasp, reeling back as the tears begin to slowly fall. “Y–you…” 

Steve moves closer, his hand reaching out to touch your cheek but you move your head. His brows furrow as anger seeps in but he shakes it off, allowing you this. “Killed him, yes. I had to, otherwise I couldn’t have you, Y/n-Odette.”

“You can’t have me now, Steve! You killed my father! You kidnapped me and trapped me at this lake forever!” Your eyes meet his, so many emotions swirl around behind them. “I could’ve gotten over you only liking me for my looks but this… This is too much. You’re not the man I thought you were. The man I grew to love…” 

“Now, don’t speak like that, Y/n-Odette. Sooner or later you are going to cave into being mine. You’ll learn to love this version of me.” He grabs your chin, ignoring how you fight against his hold and places a gentle kiss on your forehead. “Don’t fight it, little swan. You’ll be mine soon.” And with those words, he leaves. Leaving you alone and broken, your body hits the ground as sobs break free, your pain filling the forest around you. 

Days, weeks, maybe even months go by without you giving into Steve and his advances. No matter what he did, you remained silent and distant. You began to enjoy your swan form, using it as an excuse to escape your human problems. 

On the other hand, Steve was slowly losing it. He began taking his anger out on everyone else, those who loved and admired him, now feared him. His mother thought that it had something to do with your disappearance and your father’s death. Only if she knew the truth would she hate the man her son became.

Steve grew impatient, he didn’t understand why you weren’t his already. Why did you have to be so stubborn? Did you not see how much he loved you? “What else do I have to do, Buck? She’s supposed to be mine.” He put his head in his hands. His best friend watched him from the doorway, arms crossed. 

“I don’t think you’re being rough enough. You’re being too sweet on her, Steve. A woman like her needs rough handling, someone to dominate her.” Bucky pushes off of the wall and moves closer to his friend. “You need to stop playing Mr. Nice guy.” 

Steve nods, standing and patting Buck’s shoulder with a smile. “You’re right, Buck.” His smile slowly turns into a smirk. “I guess it’s time to go get my girl.” And with that, he walks out of the castle and into the woods. 

Steve reached his destination the moment moonlight shone on the lake, watching golden-grey swirls appear as your form changes from swan to human. He grins, sauntering straight towards you. “Little swan. As beautiful as ever.” He shakes off the strange feeling that appears when you brush off his words, already ignoring and moving away from him. Too bad Steve had already reached you before you could distance yourself further. 

He pulls you closer to him, gripping your chin roughly as he forces you to look him in the eyes. “I don’t appreciate this attitude, Y/n-Odette. You’re mine and I am going to make you see that whether you like it or not.” You shiver under his hold as he growls. Steve pulls you over to a tree and pushes you up against it, your dress bunching up against your hips as he lifts you, wrapping your legs around his waist. 

Your pulse quickens and your eyes widen, you push against his shoulders with poor attempts. Deep down you wanted this, you just didn’t like the person he became. “N–no, no. Steve. You… You can’t do this. Please.” 

Steve caresses your cheek, smiling almost too sweetly at you. “You don’t have to pretend anymore, Y/n-Odette. You’re mine. We’re meant to be together.” His hand moves, gripping your chin with his thumb. His eyes fall to your lips as your mouth opens slightly. “I’m going to make you my wife, my Queen, little swan. Then you will bear my children.” 

You shake your head, ignoring how you throb at the thought. “I’m done waiting for you to give in, Y/n-Odette. You need to understand that you’re already mine.” Steve presses against you, feeling you throb against his clothed cock. “You feel that? That’s what you do to me, little swan.” A small whine slips through your lips. “Just give in. Let me make you feel good.” You gasp as he pulls you into a kiss, all thoughts leaving your mind as his lips begin to move, pulling you deeper into his hold. Steve nips your bottom lip, sliding his tongue inside as a moan escapes your mouth. 

You barely notice as he frees himself, sliding his hardened cock between your lips. Your grip tightens on his shoulders, pulling away slightly. “S–Steve…” 

His hand moves, caressing your cheek. “Shh, little swan. It’s okay.” Your mouth drops and eyes roll back as he slides into you, filling you to the brim with one thrust. “That’s my good girl, feel so good for me.” Steve grunts, pressing you into the tree harder while he holds back from roughly fucking into you. You go limp in his arms, never having felt this amount of pleasure before, not even the times when you had touched yourself. 

“O–oh… Steve…” 

Steve smirked to himself, “Is that all you needed, little swan? My cock? If I had known all I had to do was fuck you to get you like this, I would’ve done it along time ago.” You want to argue back, huff and disagree with him but he was right, you couldn’t think when he was inside of you. His grip on you tightens before he suddenly begins to fuck you, slowly pulling out only to roughly thrust back in. Your moans trapped in your throat and your back arches, pressing close to his. 

Steve grunts, his eyes locked on your face. He felt smug that the pleasure you were feeling was caused by him. He changes the angle of his hips, his cock sliding deeper inside of you, hitting spots you didn’t even know existed. Your hands grip Steve’s back, nails clawing into any skin you can find.

Steve’s hand moves up, his thumb swiping the necklace that lay around your neck. His hips not stopping as he stares deep into your eyes. “The moment I gave you this necklace, Y/n-Odette was the moment you became mine, there was no stopping this fate. You’re stuck with me, little swan.” 

Your walls clench around him as he claims you. His thrusts pick up as he begins to pound into you, chasing his release. He grips your hips and neck, pulling you into a deep kiss. The moment his lips meet yours, it feels like your mind has become cloudy, unable to think about anything other than the feeling of him inside you. You didn’t know how someone’s lips had the power to wipe your mind clean of any thoughts. 

Steve shoves a hand between your legs, his fingers finding your swollen clit and immediately pressing on it. Rolling it between his fingers before stroking it while his cock continues to hit deep inside. “Cum for me, little swan. Let me feel you milk my cock.” Steve groans, pressing closer to you as he whispers against your lips. 

Your head falls back against the tree, feeling your cunt pulse and throb as Steve continues to rub your swollen clit and thrust against the sweet spot deep inside you. “Go on, little swan. Cum for me.” Your eyes cross as Steve buries himself deep inside of you, your toes curl as you squeeze him. You feel your orgasm ripple through you, your moans echoing throughout the forest.

“My good little swan.” He growls out as he fucks into you before his cum shoots out, painting your walls a pretty white. As Steve softens inside of you, he pulls back to look at your face and grins almost evilly, the back of his hand stroking your cheek. “You’re going to make such a pretty Queen, little swan.”

You would learn that you may think you know someone but everyone has a little bit of darkness lurking within and you just happened to be the target.

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[krirebr]

random hoeing:

Steve catching you in the rain, his white shirt completely soaked and transparent

Ok, this has to be Neighbor Steve.

Warnings: explicit language, more fluff than I normally do, completely unedited, 18+ - MINORS DNI

After Steve caught you ogling him during the heatwave, the tone of your conversations when you run into him in your building has gotten decidedly flirtier. But for whatever reason, that's where it's stopped. As much as you've tried to send signals that you are very open to more, he's never taken you up on it. Which is fine. It's fine. Totally fine. You are very cool with it. The thought of it definitely doesn't make you shrivel up inside. You are so cool.

All of that is the furthest thing from your mind right now, though, as you and your dog run through the rain. It'd been such a nice day, but as you hit the halfway point of your usual longer route, the sky unexpectedly opened up and you and your poor dog were hit by an absolute downpour. Now, finally home, you're both completely soaked and desperate to get inside and dry.

After some fumbling, you get the door to your building unlocked and opened. Just as you're about to get inside and let the door close behind you, you hear your name ring out. You turn around to see Steve hurrying up the path. "Hold the door!" he yells.

You freeze, doing as he asked. Holy shit. He's just as soaked as you, but while you're sure you look like a drowned rat, he very much does not. He– Well. He– He's wearing that damned white t-shirt again. Except it's not white now, it's translucent. You can see everything – that tattoo you spotted before, and a few more to go with it, an incredible set of abs, nipples. Holy shit.

He quickly ushers you inside, thank god, because you can't move on your own, your eyes still stuck to his chest. "Fuck, that came out of nowhere, huh?" he chuckles.

The moment you're out of the rain, your dog proceeds to do her best to shake herself dry, as if the three of you weren't already dripping all over the entryway. "Oh, shit," you mumble, reaching for her without really knowing what to do.

Steve just laughs. And then does it himself, shaking out his golden locks. Part of his hair flops down over his forehead, and you do your best to hold in your gasp. Really it's just so unfair that he could get caught in a rainstorm and come out looking like that. What the actual fuck? you think to yourself.

Except, judging by the way his head whips around to look at you, maybe you didn't think it. Maybe it was more out loud than you'd meant. Oh god. You immediately start babbling, which is unfortunately just as uncontrollable as the initial slip-up you're trying to make up for. "Oh, god, I'm so sorry. I just– I mean– Look at you!" You throw a wild gesture at him as he just stares at you with his mouth open, trying to take in your ramble. "It's cats and dogs out there and you look like that?? While I–" another wild gesture, at yourself this time. "I just– How is it fair that you're so beautiful??"

"You think I'm beautiful?" he finally manages to interject.

"Huh?" And that's when your brain finally catches up. Oh dear god. What is wrong with you?? You cautiously glance at him to find him staring at you, not upset, but like he's trying to figure you out. Fuck it, you suddenly think. You've already embarrassed yourself. You have nothing left to lose. "You wanna get dinner with me sometime?"

You swear that the smile that blooms on Steve's face is bright and warm enough to dry you both off. "I was starting to worry I was reading your signals wrong. Yeah. Yeah, I'd love to."

Your answering smile is strong enough to push all the clouds away.

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Thanks for the fun prompt, Eva!

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Hiii nursing student here, what are your thots on Steve Rogers helping his partner with studying for anatomy? 🫢

I feel like there is a lot of praise there and clothes shed after a few questions answered right. 😮‍💨

AHAJSRGEJFKENUTNK4VYH we're just gonna do a basic list cuz ive got work to do but this is to good to pass up rn.

♫ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: freak by doja cat (4:44)

✰ I fully believe studies a form of anatomy or underwent anatomy training (is that a thing) for the military and when he starts dating you and you tell him you're a nurse its like a switch is turned on in his brain and he's like "hey i know that!"

✰ he's helping you with some questions about anatomy late at night, sitting beside you at your desk and shit.

✰ he keeps correcting you like he dickhead he is but we all love it

✰ when you write an answer that's like perfect, "there you go, baby.." and you CANNOT help the blush that creeps up your face

✰ cringy ass lines about how he can teach you about anatomy further that works somehow (this man hasn't fucked since 1940)

✰ he places a hand to your hip, pulling you closer - his thumb tracing across your hipbone "what'd you wanna learn about exactly?"

✰ clothes are SHEDDDDD, he lays you down on the bed but is a cocky bitch so he passes you the question sheet to you and you're just confused as fuck

✰ "think of it as a lecture, a demonstration if you will." "fuck you." "later, if you answer the questions, sweetheart."

✰ He places a kiss to your lips, "Labium Superius Oris and Labium Inferius Oris." The words just come through one ear and out the next, "What?--" "Your lips, sweetheart. Listen up or I'll stop." (yeah i studied biology guys so cool)

✰ He'd place a kiss to your neck, muttering whatever the fuck the word was - you didn't really care.

✰ He continued to kiss down your body, stating things that you lazily wrote on your paper - thighs moving together to quench the heat between your thighs.

 ✰ That's when his cold hands pried your thighs apart, "Answer a question--" "Steve.." "Answer a question." He said sternly, your eyes trailed back to the paper.

✰ That's when you felt his fingers drag down your slick folds, a moan being pulled from your throat as you looked at him. "Eyes on your paper."

✰ You looked back to the paper much to your dismay, you did it because you knew that he would stop if you did otherwise.

✰ When he's fingering you, this man is completely focused on finding your g-spot and being a prick about it, acting like you arent coming undone because of him

✰ Your paper completely discarded as he went down on you, muttering some more scientific words and you simply placed a hand into his hair - guiding his face further into your pussy and that shut him up.

✰ All you could think of now was his hands spreading your thighs further open, his small groans and whines, his hair all messed up from your hands and enjoying the entire fucking thing.

✰ Later he said "One more question." "What?--" "I'm kidding, rest up my love."

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THANK YOU FOR THIS REQUEST I LOVED ITTT!! also just letting you all know that i'll be mainly MIA for the next 2-3 days cuz shit needs to be done lol, i'll see you all soon - stay safe <3