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mugi-chwan95 · 3 months ago

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Hiya becca! Would you be comfortable writing something for Steve (nomad Steve) + thigh riding? Like maybe his girl is stressed out because of work and he tells her to use his thigh to cum? Also maybe include a little bit of a praise kink? 😬

Omg yes honey!! I do write for Steve as well 💗 (and Sam and any of the ladies if anyone has any requests!) I was so excited to write this one because I’m so into alllll of this 🥵 I’m a hoe for thigh riding, I think Steve would be so willing to praise you to high heaven and as much as I enjoyed my first week in my new job, that laptop burnout gets so real 😩

Fun fact and unpopular opinion: I prefer clean shaven Steve 🙃 But I made my first mood board!! Thoughts?

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 2.3K (Will I ever write a blurb?)

Summary: You’re stressed out working from home so Steve offers a few solutions

Warnings: Smut, thigh riding, working from home stress, burnout, hickies, nomad!Steve, cockwarming, fluff, praise kink, pet names, exercise mention, needy Steve

Minors, do not interact

“What’s wrong honey, you seem stressed?” Steve’s voice was so damn soft and you didn’t need to be able to see his face to know that he probably had his brow furrowed in concern.

You knew he’d been keeping an eye on you through the glass door to your study, getting more and more anxious since every time he checked in, you looked a little more up tight. It was almost time to turn the laptop off for the day and you were absolutely wrecked, hunched over the desk with your face buried in your own folded arms, eyes closed, trying to rest them a little from a full day of staring at the screen.

Working from home was rough for you but Steve was so thankful for it. He hated the thought of you sitting in this kind of stressed out state in an office, unable to talk to anyone about it. At least he was at home during the day so he could make sure you ate properly and give a little comfort whenever you needed it most.

“I’m okay baby, promise.” You replied quietly, not lifting your head from your folded arms just yet. Your eyes felt like they were buzzing in your head, clearly overworked and strained.

“I’m not convinced.” His tone was soft as he came in and closed the door behind him, padding softly across the carpet to sit down on the little couch beside your office chair. He had been out for his run before dinner but he had hardly broken a sweat. You had told him that t-shirt he was wearing was too tight but he insisted on wearing it anyway. His running shorts showed off so much of his legs, hard muscles tense and defined after his run.

“I just… I hate this Steve. I miss my office, miss my computer, it didn’t give me headaches like this laptop does. Miss my chair in my office too, my back feels like it’s breaking and my ass is numb on this one.” You knew it probably sounded silly. Of course it did, they weren’t even real issues but waking up to the same problems, day in, day out was exhausting. Steve didn’t see it that way though. To him, anything that made you upset was worth fixing, no matter how small.

“Okay angel, let’s sort it out. We’ll go out after dinner and buy you a nice big monitor. Or maybe a whole desktop if you see one you like? How does that sound?” He was so gentle, stroking the side of your face with his thumb, loving how you seemed to unclench your entire body a little now that he had come up with a solution.

“But I might be going back to the office soon, it would be silly t-“ you began but he cut you off.

“I don’t care. Don’t care how long you actually use it for, at least you’ll have it for tomorrow. I’m not having you sitting in here, giving yourself a headache any longer.” He smiled when you attacked him with a huge hug, moving yourself so you were sitting on his lap, cuddled as tightly against his huge frame as you could manage.

“Thank you Steve.” You whispered, against his shirt, face buried in the huge man that felt like home. His arms wrapped around you, boxing you in. You’d never felt more secure in your life, breathing in the scent that you recognised as being distinctly Steve, orange and sandalwood, musky but fragrant, the scent you associated comfort food, the best naps of your life and loving kisses that made your knees weak. You could’ve sat there for hours, encased in Steve’s huge body.

“Don’t mention it angel. And as for your chair, we’re throwing this old thing away. Let’s get you a new one, yeah? Unless you’d rather sit on my lap like this all day.” He couldn’t help the warmth that bloomed in his chest at your little happy wiggle, a gentle kiss placed to the crown of your head.

“Wait is that an option? Cause I’d definitely take your lap over a new chair.” You giggled happily, pulling your head out of his chest to look at his face. God this huge, bulky, bearded man was so soft for you and only you.

“Oh kitten, my lap is always an option, you know that.” He laughed, forcing one bare leg between yours to prove his point, leaving you straddling it.

“How about a little stress relief honey? Hm?” He quizzed quietly, taking in how your eyes went wide when he tensed his leg muscles under you. You could feel it through your thin little shorts, hard muscle presenting itself to you.

“W-what did you have in mind?” Your voice was meeker than you expected, just needing to be taken care of.

“Nothin’ in particular kitten. How about you just rock yourself right here on my leg? I’ll help you angel, don’t worry, just make yourself feel good. Don’t even worry about me, jus’ want my best girl to get herself off and make a pretty mess for me.” All of a sudden this voice was low, a filthy baritone rumbling through his chest at the thought of you cumming on his leg. You could tell your eyes had widened of their own accord, your body itching for the relief an orgasm would provide.

“That sound good angel? Can’t even answer me can you? My pretty baby is so lost in her own head. How bout we test it out?” He asked quietly with a little laugh, taking hold of your thin little shorts, scooping you up and pulling them off you in one swift movement. He settled you back down over his thigh again, your pussy bare and getting needier by the second.

“You’re wet already honey, God I love that about you. This pussy is always so ready for me. Fuckin’ live for it.” He whispered, holding you close. Both his hands were looped around your waist, resting on the small of your back, your bodies as close as possible. Your face found the crook of his neck, burying yourself in there, getting lost in the tickle of his beard against your cheek and the groan that slipped from him when your pretty lips landed on his skin.

Slowly, you pushed your hips back to rub yourself on his thigh, your wetness helping you slide nicely before rocking forwards again. A mewl slipped from your throat at how good the friction felt, teeth sinking into the flesh at Steve’s shoulder.

Steve was in Heaven. He didn’t think he would be so into this, given it wasn’t really stimulating him in any way but your little sounds were so unexpected and delicious he could feel his head swimming with lust.

With a little “ah,” you slid backwards again, your clit dragging over hard muscle in a way that you weren’t used to before slipping forward again, closer to your boyfriend.

“Steve, I need more.” You whimpered, clinging to his T-shirt, watching him with a needy expression and parted lips as you rolled your hips on his thigh. It took everything in Steve not to just cum in his pants at that moment. You were wanton and soaking him, your slick building on his thigh deliciously as you ground yourself down. Another cry left your mouth and he lost himself entirely, gripping your face in one hand to pull you into a searing kiss. Your movements sped up a little, your pussy throbbing with so much need, you worried you might burst. Your whimpers and whines were swallowed up by his mouth, hot and wet and sinfully insistent on your own. Eventually Steve pulled away, completely breathless to see your face, pupils blown out with lust, eyebrows knitted together with pleasure. You looked like a fucking picture, like some ideal, dirty little wife in a racy magazine from the 40’s. A Polaroid all the boys would’ve jeered at but secretly wished you were the girl they were coming home to at night. And you were all his.

“Stevie, please.” You whimpered, not sure what you were even asking for as your hands drifted to his shoulders, giving yourself leverage to fuck yourself against his meaty thigh.

“Oh baby I’m right here. No girl of mine should ever have to beg to cum, should be beggin’ me to stop makin’ you cum. Gonna help you angel.” His voice was light and soft, one hand cradling your face and the other splayed across the small of your back, helping you rut back and forth. Your eyes closed, foreheads pressed together, the tickle of his beard sending a shiver down your spine Steve manhandled you, gliding you over his slick thigh.

“Oh fuck baby, don’t think I’ve ever seen a prettier sight. Shoulda done this earlier. You needa cum, don’t you angel? ‘S okay, want you to get yourself off right here. Such a pretty baby.” Steve cooed, watching how your brows knitted together tighter at his praise. You were loving this, perhaps more than he was and he was just obsessed.

Steve’s thigh tensed beneath you, firm rolls of muscle making you see stars as you worked yourself towards your high. Your slick was making such a mess and you didn’t even care. Nor did he.

“Stevie, I-I’m so close.” You whimpered, clinging to his shirt desperately as your hips ground of their own accord. The use of his nickname made him groan lowly, you were his girl. For the rest of your life, you’d be his girl. He knew he would marry you some day. Knew you’d be the mother of his children, knew you would grow old together but right now, all that mattered was this moment and the two of you being together.

“Come on angel, you look so fuckin’ pretty like this. My thigh is such a mess baby, you’re doing so well for me. My pretty girl, humpin’ me like she was made for it. You were made jus’ for me, weren’t ya? Nothin’ feels better than this sweet little body when you cum, no prettier sight in all the world than my girl gettin’ herself lost in pleasure.” His voice was a gruff whisper, lips ghosting over your neck and collarbones as his hand on your back sped up. The glide was unbearable, heavy groans mixed with whimpered cries leaving your lips as you stayed suspended right on the edge of your high.

Steve’s lips attached themselves to your neck “cum for me, pretty girl.” Murmured against your skin, his breath hot and heavy on your neck. On your next slide backward, you ground down just a little harder, your orgasm blossoming violently through your body, you were shaking, legs clamping around Steve’s thigh as he continued to move you with his hand on your back, letting you ride out your high.

“Oh shit baby, look at you, you’re gushing. That’s it pretty girl, cum nice and hard on me. Fuck you feel incredible. Wish I was buried ‘nside you, gettin’ to feel how you milk my cock.” Steve’s words only made your peak last that little bit longer, your fingernails digging into his shoulders as you whined and arched against him.

As your orgasm finally subsided, your breathing began to slow again, suddenly feeling very conscious of the mess you’d made on Steve.

“You okay honey?” Steve asked softly, stroking your hair lovingly, taking in how your face was so much more relaxed than it was when he had come into the study.

“Yeah baby, thank you.” You replied, feeling ever so slightly dazed and pliant after such an intense orgasm.

“Oh sweetheart, you’re an angel.” Steve smiled kissing your forehead, looking down when he felt your hands pawing at his cock through his shorts.

“Baby, you’re still on the clock.” He smiled teasingly, nodding his head towards the laptop screen.

“Only for another half hour… C-can I keep you warm while I go back to work?” You asked quietly, feeling slightly fuzzy still.

“Y-you wanna do that?” He asked, huge hands running up your bare thighs as you nodded.

“We can pick this back up in half an hour.” Your little mischievous smile made his heart melt.

“Anything for my best girl.” He smiled softly. You couldn’t help but giggle, getting up on shaky legs to retrieve the laptop and when you turned back around, Steve had untucked himself from his running shorts, cock standing proud and weeping as he gave himself a few firm tugs. Turning to press your back to his chest, you positioned yourself above him, sinking down onto his length with a groan from both of you.

“Oooh my God, you’re still clenchin’ honey.” Steve was breathless already, rutting as much as possible into your tight, soaked heat. Your velvety walls rippled around him while you perched the laptop on your knees, picking up on an email you had missed while you had been occupied.

Steve was squirming beneath you, kisses peppered against your neck, grunts escaping as his body rolled gently against yours, trying to push impossibly deeper.

“H-how much longer honey?” Steve groaned, fingers gripping the meat of your hips.

“Twenty eight minutes babe. Almost there.” You teased, rolling your hips down to meet his, loving how your huge boyfriend was coming apart beneath you. Lips pressed fervently to your neck as you typed, tiny grunts and groans slipping from him, counting down the seconds.

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mugi-chwan95 · 4 months ago

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hi hi hi !!! soooo, may i have a request? 🤓 although i’m a big fan, i can’t remember if you’ve ever written a choking kink, therefore i’m not sure if you’re comfortable writing it, so i’m sorry and it’s okay if you’re not, you can just skip this!:) but, my choking kink got kinda stronger since i tried it in real life lol, and i can’t stop imagining Andy, casually throughout the day, grabbing me by the neck, pulling me in for a kiss, or us watching tv, my back to his ches and his hand resting on my neck, just because he knows i like it there🥺or when i’m cooking (more like preparing a snack, bc i can’t cook for life lmao), he comes up behind me, turns me by the back of my neck and kisses me🥺could you write something like this?🥺you can add/remove whatever you want❤️if you want to include smut, i wonmt be opposed to it!!😁thank you🥰🥰

this is- 😳 i read this at 9 a.m. and haven't stopped thinking about it lmfao thanks for this

pairing: andy barber x reader

warnings: choking kink, fingering, 18+

word count: ~600

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it started with experimenting in bed, you realizing you like the feeling of his hand on your neck

when you asked him to choke you he was a bit hesitant, concerned about hurting you, but you promised you'd let him know if it’s too much, reminding him of your safe word and gesture

his hand resting around your neck gradually turned into actual breath play, the slight pressure of his fingers against the sides of your throat making your climaxes more intense

but the act had never transcended the bedroom – until he caught on to the way your body reacts to the simple, casual touch of his hand on your neck when he puts his hand there to kiss you or brushes his fingers along your skin there to move your hair

the way your body tenses slightly, your breath hitches, goosebumps form across your skin… it turns him on in return, the effect his touch has on you

so now he purposely places his hand on the back of your neck to get your attention, to turn you toward him, and always to pull you in for a kiss

tonight, he has his hand resting on your neck while you’re laying on the couch watching a movie together

with your back pressed against his chest, his breath fanning your ear, neither of you are paying much mind to the tv

his grasp on your neck tightens just slightly when he feels you grind your ass against him, trying to feel his growing erection

“stay still,” he orders, earning a whimper from you

he replaces the hand on your neck with his less dominant hand so he can slide his other down your body, fingers teasing right at the waistband of your shorts

“gonna be good for me, let me make you feel good?”

“yes,” you whisper quickly

“what was that?”

“yes, yes andy, please,” you say louder, the desperation clear. “need your fingers”

“that's what i thought you said,” he teases, slipping his hand into your shorts and slotting his leg between yours to allow his hand between them

his fingers ghost over your clit to dip between your folds, provoking a sigh of relief from you

“gosh sweetheart,” he chuckles. “what's got you so wet already, hm? my hand touching this pretty neck of yours all day? is that it?”

he applies some pressure along with his words, causing your eyes to flutter shut, your hips involuntarily grinding against his hand

you sigh out his name in frustration when he pulls his hand away from your center

“what did i say?”

“sorry,” you whimper. “i won't move anymore. just- please”

so he brings his hand back to you, this time running two fingers along your slit, up to rub slow circles against your clit

“that's better,” he coos, moving his fingers a bit faster as a reward for you not moving your hips

he continues to bring you closer and closer to the edge, smirking when you grasp onto his forearm

“please- fuck i'm close,” you whine. “choke me”

once again, he presses his fingers tighter, while simultaneously working his fingers harder against your clit

a silent moan leaves your mouth as you hit your peak, your thighs trembling around his hand, but he doesn't stop

when his hold on your neck loosens, you take in a deep breath, crying out in pleasure

finally beginning to still his fingers, he drops his face to your neck, tracing the skin where his fingers were just moments ago with soft kisses

“good girl, there you go," he praises. "so pretty when you come for me"

~~~

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#for bae #andy barber x reader

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mugi-chwan95 · 5 months ago

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Andy looking at your fangirl crushes gives me an idea. What if Steeb discovers your Tumblr and your hoeness. But also he's impressed because it's well written erotica(cause it's written by you duh) and it turns him on. He may not call you a Shakespearen hoe (I've already coined that) but what *ahem* would he do? 👀

Bwahaha, Berry!!! I loved this SO MUCH! It definitely got away from me but in a delightful kind of way. This is also totally shameless hoe fan service 😉 Enjoy, my lovelies!

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Muse

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader Word Count: 3,421 Summary: Steve finds your Tumblr and he’s both shocked and turned on by your shameless hoe ways. Warnings: Explicit sexual content. Explicit language. SMUT. 18+

Even as he did it, he knew he shouldn’t.

Steve guiltily glanced up from your open laptop, listening hard to make sure the shower all the way across the apartment was still running.

It was, and you tended to take long showers (not that he minded, especially when he took them with you).

Biting his lip, Steve huffed at himself, committing to his act of betrayal as he dropped onto the sofa and grabbed your laptop from the coffee table.

Yes, this was an invasion of your privacy. Yes, he was being a terrible boyfriend, right now.

But…

He couldn’t help it. He needed to know what it was that you wrote about with your “online writing group.”

What had you so adorably excited and giggly every time you logged onto your blog?

What did you connect about and communicate to complete internet strangers?

What kind of stories did you write, that made you so flustered every time Steve tried to sneak a peek?

“Steve! It’s the equivalent of silly girl talk, okay?” You’d told him the other night when he tried to playfully wrestle your laptop from your grip.

And then you’d distracted him by giving him the best blow job of his life until your stories were the furthest thing from his mind.

Now, however, you weren’t around to distract him.

And Steve actually snorted aloud at his dumb luck. Not only had your laptop not yet gone into sleep mode, so he didn’t need to try and guess your password to gain access, but you’d also left your internet browser open, right on your blog.

He smiled at your username, capsshinyshield, big fingers swiping along the touchpad to scroll through your feed.

At first it was just a bunch of GIFs from some of your favorite movies and TV shows, and even some of him and the team from various interviews and promotional events.

There were stray quotes, some beautiful and thought provoking, others just hilarious, obscenity-filled memes.

But then…then Steve stumbled upon one of your stories.

It was about a character in a TV show that you had recently binge watched together, some lawyer in a gritty family drama or something, he hadn’t really been paying as much attention as you.

Steve just knew the lead guy was your favorite actor, and sometimes you fawned over him so much that Steve actually got jealous.

Which he’d then channel into making you cum as many times as he could in one night instead of ever admitting out loud that he was jealous of an actor.

Steve’s eyes widened the further he read.

Your story was…filthy.

There was no other word for it.

Shameless and utter filth.

Steve was embarrassed to realize he was getting turned on, and shifted uncomfortably, tugging at the front of his tenting sweats as he kept avidly reading.

And the thing was…you were a really good writer.

There were bits that were kind of poetic—lyrical—impressive threads of words woven together in a way that sang of your talent.

But still…

This was pretty much porn.

Totally swept up in discovering this side of you, this alternate online life you led, Steve read through a couple more of your stories, each one filthier than the last…

And then he heard the shower turn off.

Face warm and body thrumming with desire, Steve stared down the hallway leading to the bedroom. Then his eyes flickered to your laptop. To your blog.

To a story about you—a general “you,” because you wrote something called reader inserts—being absolutely dominated and railed by some sweater wearing prick with a dumb name that he’d never even heard of before.

Steve’s eyes glazed over as he imagined taking you that way. Roughly. From behind. Making you feel so good, so delirious with pleasure, that you actually had to beg him to stop making you cum.

It’s not that your sex life was vanilla or lacking in any way, but Steve was definitely on the softer side, a tender lover.

He glanced back to the computer screen.

It seemed like maybe you were interested in something a little different.

Licking his lips, Steve rose to his feet and moved toward the bedroom with purpose, bringing your laptop with him.

You were still wrapped in a fluffy white towel, the room filled with the soft scent of your body wash, as you dug through the dresser for some clean clothes.

“Just some silly girl talk, huh?” Steve asked from behind you.

You jumped, yelping as you spun around, clutching a pair of panties to your chest.

“Steve!” you breathed, eyes narrowing slightly. “Jesus, you scared me!”

You frowned as you realized he was holding your open laptop. And then you finally processed his question.

Oh god.

“You read my blog?” you squeaked, face heating up as you stared at him in horror.

Oh god, oh god, oh god.

“You’re quite the author, sweetheart,” Steve hummed, eyes glittering in a way you’d never seen before. He closed your laptop and held it up like some sort of trophy as he slowly stalked closer.

You swallowed nervously, even as your body trilled with awareness. “I—”

“All this time,” he cut you off, taking the final step toward you, until he was looming over you and setting your laptop on the dresser. “You were curled up beside me on the sofa, playing innocent as you wrote such filthy stories.”

You dropped your head in shame, face so hot it felt like it would burn right off as you wrung your fingers around the hem of your towel in distress.

Steve gripped the edge of the dresser on either side of you—trapping you—as he leaned in close. His head dropped, lips seeking your ear. “I never knew you were such a dirty girl, sweetheart.”

You couldn’t stifle a gasp at his words, and then you were whimpering as his teeth nipped at your earlobe. Your hands shook as they pressed against Steve’s chest, the firm muscle beneath the thin barrier of his t-shirt warm and solid, familiar, unlike his demeanor.

“Steve,” you said shakily, shyly glancing up to meet his gaze. Because you weren’t sure if he was mad at you. And you were so embarrassed that he read your fangirl blog.

Jesus, you never thought anyone you knew would ever read your blog. That’s why you had so much fun with it. You could be anonymous and let go and just be a silly, shameless hoe and play with other fangirls and—

You yelped as Steve suddenly grabbed your arm and shoved you toward your writing desk in front of the window. “What are you doing?”

He yanked the damp towel from your body, eyes going dark as they eagerly trailed over your naked form.

“What you want me to do,” he said, using his arm to sweep everything off the desk before spinning you around and bending you over the surface.

“Steve!” You were too shocked to do anything other than shiver and tremble as his big hand slid up you back and between your shoulder blades, holding you down.

“Don’t move,” he whispered against your ear, giving it another little nip before his lips were ghosting over your shoulder and down your spine.

You shuddered as Steve’s teeth grazed the round curve of your bare ass cheek, and then his hands were pressing between your thighs and pushing your legs apart.

You felt him shift behind you. Steve’s fingers dug into your ass as he spread your cheeks, and then he was burying his face against your quivering body and eating you out from behind.

“Oh my god!” you whimpered, dropping your head to the desk as you pressed back against Steve’s eager tongue. “Steve!”

Steve moaned against your folds—which were quickly growing wet—and went at you for a couple of minutes before pulling away with a breathless laugh. He drew his thumb along your cunt, gathering some slick before reaching up and circling the puckered hole of your back entrance.

You nearly rocketed away from him, but you couldn’t completely muffle your moan as you buried your face against your arms.

Humming as he rose up behind you, Steve gave a final teasing press against your ass before shoving down his sweats and briefs, kicking them off. He yanked off his shirt and flung it away before curling over you. Pressing against your back, he rested his forearm on the desk and slowly pumped his hard cock with his free hand.

“Not sure if you’re into that, honey, I only read a few of your stories.” He kissed your warm cheek, grinning as you squirmed and trembled beneath him. “But I know you’re into this,” he drawled, holding you down by the back of your neck as he dragged his cock along your folds, until it was coated in your wetness. “Aren’t you?”

He pressed against your entrance, then stilled. Waiting.

“This is what you want, right? You want me to use you. Fuck you like you’re my personal little toy.”

Steve remained motionless behind you, a furnace-like promise of pleasure that was more like the worst kind of tease the longer he did absolutely nothing.

You choked on a whine, gnawing at your bottom lip. Your head was still spinning, first from the shock and humiliation of Steve reading your blog, and now at the way he was acting.

And how much you liked it.

You shivered at the feel of his cock head right against your opening. You tried to rock back against him, but Steve just dropped his hand from the back of your neck to your hip and gripped hard, so you couldn’t move.

“You gotta tell me, baby,” Steve chuckled, fingers digging into your soft flesh. “Use your words,” he teased. “I know how much you like to do that.”

He dipped into you just a bit, the tip of him barely spearing you open before he stopped.

“Please!” you gasped, frantically trying to grind back against him. “Please, Steve. I want it! Please!”

“Good girl,” he praised, driving his hips forward in one hard, deep stroke. He tossed his head back, eyes closed as he relished in the tight, wet squeeze of your cunt, in the way you were mewling and whining his name. Begging him to fuck you.

Just like in your stories.

Smirking, Steve pulled out slowly, making sure you could feel every inch of his rock-hard cock as it dragged along your tight channel before he was driving his hips forward and filling you up again. And again. And again.

He settled into a hard, fast pace, the kind you wrote about. An eager railing that had your sweet, sinful body rocking forward with such vigor that he dropped both hands to frame your hips and hold you steady. To pull you back into his eager thrusts until you were moaning and pleading, mindlessly crying his name.

Grunting in the back of his throat, Steve shifted slightly, tilting the angle of his hips. As he drove into you again, you threw your head back on a wordless keen as your fingers curled against the top of the desk.

“Must have hit that spot, huh?” he gritted, fucking into you faster. “The one you wrote about.”

You just moaned in reply, lifting your head so you could breathe properly, mouth hanging open as your cunt clenched around him greedily.

Steve huffed a laugh, leaning over you to curl his body around yours. His hips fucked into you with vigor as the sound of skin slapping echoed in the room.

Which was a nice touch, it really set the scene. And, well, if you wanted a filthy little fairy tale, Steve was gonna give it to you.

One earth-shattering orgasm at a time.

Speaking of which, Steve slid his hand around your hip, fingers teasing along your stomach, then lower.

“Oh fuck,” you gasped as he thrummed your clit.

Steve hissed as you clenched around him, desperately pushing back into his thrusts. “Fuck, you’re gonna cum, aren’t you, sweetheart?” He murmured, eyes fluttering shut as he focused on the feel of you around him, the perfection of your hot, velvet heat and how it surrounded him like you were made just for him.

Moaning, Steve pressed harder on your clit, the pounding of his hips relentless as he shifted again to hit your g-spot.

A few more thrusts against that pleasure point, and you unraveled with a wordless cry. Your body went taut as pleasure sparked in your center before flooding through the rest of you.

“Fuck!” Steve grunted as you clenched and pulsed around him, losing his rhythm. He slowed his pace, not wanting to cum so soon.

He wasn’t done with you yet.

Gritting his teeth, Steve’s nostrils flared as his gaze fell on you. He could just see your sweet profile from this position. You were still trembling, pressing your fist to your mouth as you bit at your knuckles.

Steve’s pace picked up as he watched you, his thrusts driving deeper, ending with a dirty grind against your ass. His fingers found your clit again, ruthlessly pressing as you started to whine and plead with him, swore up and down that you couldn’t, not again.

He bent over you, hand curling around your shoulder and pulling you roughly into the relentless drive of his hips. “Come on, I want another one,” Steve demanded, rutting into you wildly. “Gimme one more, sweetheart, come on.”

Your body wound tighter and tighter, mouth falling open on an airy cry as your thighs shook, your toes curled—

“Come on, I know you fucking want this,” Steve growled, railing into you just right as his fingers stroked against your swollen clit. “My filthy girl.”

You shattered, voice rising high on a broken cry as your body shuddered and spasmed with pleasure.

“Christ,” Steve hissed at the pulsing, vice-like grip of your cunt. He watched as you sagged against the desk, limp and completely spent. His breath caught at the sight of you boneless and shaking, well used—by him—and pleasure streaked up his spine.

Steve’s last few thrusts were erratic as he panted over you, and then he was driving his hips forward a final time, seating himself deep inside your heat as he came. He unloaded his pleasure with a low, satisfied groan.

You gasped at the feel of Steve’s cum filling you up, rocking your hips back against him as your pussy fluttered at the sinful invasion.

“Yeah, that’s it,” Steve purred, giving a few more rocks of his hips before he was collapsing against your back.

He was still functioning just enough to catch himself against the desk, so he didn’t completely crush you, forearms shaking as he pressed his lips to your shoulder.

You turned your head until you could see Steve’s face in your periphery, pressing your warm cheek against the desk as you reached out and curled your fingers around his hand. You pulled it closer to you, pressing a sweet kiss to Steve’s fingertips.

Steve smiled softly, lips caressing your cheek as he reached up to smooth a hand over your hair. “You okay?”

You nodded, eyes droopy with exhaustion.

“Did I break you?” Steve kept his voice quiet as he kissed your cheek again.

Your lips curled as you nodded, more adamant this time.

Chuckling, Steve straightened, gently pulling out of you. He scooped up your discarded towel and made quick work of cleaning you both up.

You were barely able to stand by the time he was done, and Steve smiled warmly at your sleepy, blissed out state, unable to resist pulling you in for a slow, thorough kiss.

He didn’t pull away until you whimpered against his mouth, and then he urged you toward the bed, laughing as you collapsed onto it with a groan before curling onto your side.

Steve joined you, grabbing a pillow for each of you before sliding close and mirroring your fetal position. “You sure you’re okay? You’re being awfully quiet, sweetheart.”

“I’m okay,” you assured him. “Just still reeling a little. And very well fucked, so thanks for that.”

Steve laughed. “I’m sorry I pounced on you out of nowhere.”

Your eyebrows lifted. “Are you? You didn’t seem too sorry about it a few minutes ago.”

He couldn’t hide his smirk, although he did at least try to look a little sheepish about it. “Okay, I’m sorry for catching you off guard, but I’m not sorry for the incredible sex.”

“Are you sorry for creeping on my blog?” you asked, giving him a half-hearted glare as you poked him in the chest.

“No, but I’m sorry I betrayed your trust.”

His eyes went all big and apologetic, lips twisting into a frown, and you couldn’t help but laugh considering it was a far cry from how ruthlessly—and eagerly—he plowed you not five minutes ago.

It was your turn to smirk as you asked, “So I take it you liked my stories then? I mean, considering your reaction and all.”

Steve grinned. “I definitely like the way your filthy little mind works, sweetheart, although I can’t say I’m happy that you have those fantasies about other men.”

You rolled your eyes, nose scrunching as you tangled your legs with his. “Trust me, Steve, there isn’t one thing I’ve written that I haven’t enthusiastically pictured us acting out.” You tilted your head up, pressing a quick peck to his lips. “You could say you’re my inspiration, my smutty muse.”

He snorted as you waggled your eyebrows. “Smutty?”

“Yeah, smut, it’s like filthy fanfiction, or stories.”

Steve was quiet for a long moment, his eyes going distant. And then he started laughing. Full out rolling onto his back and clutching his chest as tears of mirth gathered in the corners of his eyes.

“What?!” you asked, amused but also perturbed as you leaned up over him to gaze down on his flushed face. “Steve?”

“You—” he snorted with laughter, wiping at his eyes. “You do realize that Shield most likely knows about your blog, right? They’ve probably read your smutty stories.”

Your grin instantly fell as your face flared up with a new wave of heat. “What?!” you squawked, face twisting in horror. “No! Why would you say that?!”

“You’re Captain America’s partner, honey,” Steve snickered. “They’re gonna watch everything you do, especially online. What you look at, what you buy, what you write.”

“Oh god,” you groaned, flopping onto you back and tossing your arm over your face. “Shield knows what kind of porn I like?”

“And write,” Steve added helpfully.

You turned to him with a scowl. “Not funny, Steve.”

He pouted at you, eyes still shining with mirth. He held up his hand, fingers a tiny space apart. “Not even a little funny? Like this much funny?”

Snorting, you rolled over and scooted closer to him, cupping his cheek. Your smile was soft as he nuzzled into your touch. “You know what I do find funny?”

“What?”

“That apparently Captain America has a smut kink.” Your grin was shit eating.

Steve scoffed. “Captain America doesn’t, he would be downright scandalized by your stories, ma’am,” he used his Captain America voice, making you giggle. Then he was grinning, pressing his forehead against yours as his voice dropped to a husky tone. “But Steve Rogers? He’s a whole ‘nother story.”

“Oh, he most certainly could be,” you teased, brushing your lips against Steve’s. “Just hand me my laptop, and I’ll make sure of it.”

Laughing, Steve gathered you in his arms and fell back against the bed, pulling you with him. He kissed you languidly as you settled on top of him, brushing your fingers through his messy hair.

“And what kind of stories would you write about me, hmm?” Steve murmured.

“Incredibly filthy ones,” you promised on a quiet hum, grinning as he laughed. “Starting with a very vivid recollection of what just happened a few minutes ago.”

“I can’t wait to read it.” Steve raised his head a bit, until he could draw your lips into another slow, lazy kiss. “I’m more than willing to be your smutty muse, sweetheart.”

Your eyes twinkled, your smile devious as you replied, “I like the sound of—”

Steve reared up once more, kissing away your words.

You could put them to better use later, once he was done with you.

A/N: Wait, I like…really love this?!?! It was so fun! And I love when Steve is so layered and so soft and sweet and funny with his girl, okay?! :: gently weeping ::

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mugi-chwan95 · 5 months ago

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If requests are open can I request something filthy for Steve? Y'all have been vanilla up untill now but then decide to spice it up. Thank you💕

A/N: Enjoy a filthy Steeeeb HC, Berry!

Warnings: Smutttt. Explicit language. Spanking. 18+!

You really didn’t know what you were getting yourself into when you gently and shyly told Steve that you wanted to spice up your sex life.

You were worried maybe he would be hurt or offended or god, maybe even disgusted.

Because liiike, maybe there was something wrong with you that you got to shack up with Captain America on the daily and you still felt like something was missing??

But Steve didn’t make you feel that way at all. He just listened patiently as you stuttered out what was on your mind, and once you were done, he was silent for a long stretch. And then—

“I’m game if you are, sweetheart, but I’m gonna need you to be better with using your words, so I know what you like and what you don’t like.”

When you finally worked up the courage to lift your gaze to Steve’s, you found yourself on the receiving end of such an intense, wicked look that you almost backpedaled. Almost.

Instead you came to an agreement, you’d take turns picking something new to try, and go from there.

Always the gentleman, Steve let you pick first…

You couldn’t look at him when you suggested spanking, but it was something that had been on your mind for a while, especially since Steve was so strong.

He held so much fucking strength in that ridiculous body of his, and as much as you loved how gentle and loving he was with you, you wanted him to turn it up a notch.

A grin you had never seen before on Steve’s face curled across his lips as he reclined back on the sofa, spread his legs, and patted his lap in invitation.

You were nervous as you laid across him, clumsy as you nearly upended yourself and clutched at the leg of Steve’s jeans.

You were mentally berating yourself when your thoughts literally screeched to a halt at the feel of Steve’s big, warm hand sliding up the back of your thigh.

He hummed wordlessly, taking his time warming your soft skin and giving it a squeeze before he was flipping up your dress to reveal your little white panties with the purple flowers on them.

You gasped and squirmed as Steve straightened, his other arm curling over your shoulders to hold you in place as his fingers traced the band of your panties.

“Not sure we need these, hmm?” he murmured before tugging the thin cotton down your legs until they were hanging off one ankle.

“Count for me,” Steve commanded, smoothing his hand over the curve of your ass as the fingers of his other hand tickled against your warm cheek.

The first spank was a shock, jolting your entire body as a yelp whooshed from your throat and your ass burned.

But you could already feel the slick oozing from your core.

“You still with me, sweetheart?” Steve hummed.

You nodded shakily, wisping out an airy, “Yeah.”

“Then count.”

You pressed your thighs together at the darkness in Steve’s voice. “One.”

“Good girl.”

Smack

“Two,” you whimpered as pain bloomed on your other ass cheek and a small flood of slick coated your thighs.

You barely made it to twenty spanks before you were begging Steve to fuck you, tears streaming down your hot face and your ass on fire in a way that had your body thrumming in delight and a need for more.

“Never knew you were such a dirty little girl, baby,” Steve breathed, sounding short of breath as he shoved the coffee table out of the way and moved you to the floor.

Your arms were shaking as you knelt on all fours, chancing a look over your shoulder to see Steve eagerly unbuckling his belt and nearly ripping it from his jeans.

His gaze on you was dark and wild, his pale cheeks flushed, and his eyes so dilated with lust they looked unfamiliar.

You watched as he impatiently pulled his hard cock free and gave it a few quick strokes as he moved closer, curled around you, until his face was just beside yours.

His hand slid against your cheek, turning your face so he could pull you into an eager kiss.

You gasped against his tongue as you felt the hot, blunt head of his cock slide against your ass.

“Gonna fuck you so good, sweetheart,” Steve promised as he pulled away. His hand settled on your hip as the other drew his cock along your ass, then lower, until he was dipping along your folds and gathering your slick along his hot, steely length.

Steve nearly punched all the air from your lungs when he finally slammed into you.

You threw your head back on a long, low whine, fingers digging into the throw rug beneath you as Steve bottomed out with a grunt and rutted his hips against your stinging ass.

“Steve!” you whispered, hanging your head forward and moaning as he retreated slowly before driving into you with another quick, forceful thrust.

“You’re squeezing me so tight, sweetheart,” Steve groaned, settling into a hard, fast rhythm that had you rocking forward, simply along for the ride of your life.

“Not gonna last long when you got me so worked up.”

“Fuck.”

A particularly dirty grind of his hips and a bump to your cervix nearly took you out and your arms collapsed as you cried out. Pressing your forehead to your arms, you were a whining, whimpering mess as Steve’s pace picked up and he fucked you like a man possessed.

Steve grunted and groaned, utter filth falling from his lips as his fingers dug into the softness of your hips and he yanked you back against him as he drove forward, over and over again.

When his hand snuck around your waist and down, fingers thrumming along your clit, you were gone.

Later, you’d be embarrassed by the needy, keening cry that signaled your climax, but in the moment, you were swept away in a wave of pleasure so strong you’re pretty sure you blacked out.

Your brain was just starting to reboot when you heard Steve grunt your name as his hips stuttered and he slammed into you a few more times before spilling himself deep inside you.

You moaned at the flood of warmth, pussy clenching around his softening cock as Steve collapsed over top of you, barely catching himself on his arms as he panted against your shoulder.

Groaning, Steve pushed himself back up and gently pulled out, his hand caressing along your well spanked ass.

You gasped, curling onto you side and blinking up at him, dazed.

Grinning, Steve stretched out beside you, resting his head in the cradle of his arm as he tugged you against him.

“How was that?” he murmured, voice soft and so warm, just like the love shining from his gaze that you felt your eyes well because you were suddenly so overwhelmed.

You didn’t realize till just that moment how scared you’d been to confess those thoughts and desires to Steve, to be so vulnerable with something so intimate, and as much as you hoped he’d respond in this way, to actually experience it…

You loved him so much.

“Why are you crying?” Steve asked, looking worried as he moved closer to cradle your face. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No,” you shook your head, tugging his hand away so you could press a kiss to his palm. “You were perfect. Thank you, Steve.”

His lips quirked as he ducked lower and you reached higher, lips meeting in a soft, leisurely kiss.

When you separated, you didn’t let him get far, cuddling against his chest and twining your fingers together over his stomach.

You laid there for a long time, till your eyes started to grow heavy and the warm up and down of Steve’s hand along your back began to lull you to sleep.

And then Steve’s warm voice broke the silence.

“I think I wanna try edging.”

And just like that, you were wide awake and intrigued as fuck.

A/N: Oops.

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