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Id be this freaking out but this is the good kind and the ending OH MY LAWD 🤣🫣

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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