#husband!steverogers

[neonovember]

steve rogers as a husband headcanon!

things about husband!steve that just makes sense

steve isn’t big on pda, thinks affection should be something private, he’s old school like that, there are some exceptions however, some very fun ones

even though he might be abit of an aversion to pda, steve will make sure that you know he’s just there

whether it be holding your hand, or his palm guiding you through a big crowd, he always feels a need to keep you at arms length.

steve is extremely protective of you..like bordering on possessiveness. he’ll even go as far are ignoring his own morals to make it sure, that people know his yours. It’s just that you’re the one thing that ever really grounds him back to earth, in moments where he gets lost in time and memories from before

“Hey I’m just saying, if you ever get bored of popsicle here, the iron suit is ready for you” Tony smirks, his legs perched against the coffee table. The Avengers are scattered around the tower's living room, half drunk and the other half trying to. You feel Steve’s grip on your waist tighten, and from the corner of your eye, you notice his orbs turning a ink-black. He leans across to Tony, whispering into his ear, the words falling out of his mouth like wine and into Tony. Tony’s eyes bludge comically, his throat bops as he swallows, nodding along to whatever Steve was saying, looking at you. Steve smiles, into his ear, it’s eerie, the way his canines glint under the high ceiling lights. You wish to the gods that you were given Bucky’s hearing but without a second, as if you had dreamt it in front of you, Steve is back beside you, only this time you feel his fingers slip between your thighs.

for some reason, I don’t get the whole “Steve being a horrible cook” trope, I genuinely think he’s an amazing cook and BAKER! that man can bake a mean batch of cookies

steve loves loves loves, calling you mrs rogers, or his wife. the first time he said it was well before you both uttered your vows, he just knew. oh and if you call him your husband? poor man will probably be hard for the rest of the day

steve has a breeding kink. we all know this, it’s practically attached to his file along with super soldier. but what most people don’t know is that he fucking lovess when you’re pregnant, it’s like senses go on overdrive until all he breathes, thinks and eats ;) is you.

steve has this fear of abandonment, mostly because he was, by his own country for a century. It seeps into his relationships, you’ll see if when he comes home from long missions and it’s as if he’s walking on eggs shells. His shoulders are tense and his holding his breath as if he’s just waiting to find the house bare and empty and your belongings gone. He gets really sensitive then, all murmurs and soft kisses and just holding you to remind himself you’re here.

there will absolutely be a time where steve fucks over the kitchen sink. the dirty dishes left abandoned (should I write this?)

steve can get a little anxious, and so his wedding band is something he’ll ALWAYS play with, he’ll twist its around his finger as a kind of reminder.

you love to tease him by bringing him lunch at the compound, wearing one of those sun dresses he adores because it gets him so. fucking. hard. He wont ever tell you though, just have to deal with it until he can get home, and by then you already panty less and on your knees waiting for him.

steve will probably force you to train with him, even if you can kick ass, he’ll pull a fitzgerald and force those trainers on you. poor boy is just scared that something will happen to you when his not there, plus, seeing you fight kinda turns him on. (just like anything else you do really)

Steve’s really bad at technology, we all know this, but he absolutely will try to learn how to use a phone so he can send you texts and updates throughout the day. he’ll take random pics of tony and sam when their not looking, take some Facebook mom ass selfies, take pictures of things he wants to draw and ask you if they’d look nice, he’s mind just constantly finds it’s way to you

cockwarming with husband!steve. that’s it

you help steve open up to the new things in this century, take him out to help him ease himself into the real world. people forget he never really got that chance, he died in one war only to be pushed into another.

it’s through you that steve learns that he’s obsessed with avocado. on toast, in milkshakes, everything, he’d literally a millennial

when things get too much, you’ll draw a bath and the both of you will just sit in the steaming water filled with some bubbles, candles illuminating the room instead of lights, and the ceiling to floor windows open. skin to skin helps steve calm his nerves, and it’s not abnormal for you both to stay in that position for hours

steve still gets shy around you, no matter how many years he’s been with you, he’s still that boy from brooklyn with a heart too big for him

steve has absolutely zero self control when it comes to you, say something nice about a necklace you see passing by? It’s on your neck the next day. Hears the sound of a slight rumble in your stomach? Steve’s whipping out his apron and making you eat something

steve is the type of man to never let you go to bed angry, even if you’ve both had a fight and he ends up on the coach it won’t be too long before you both find yourselves in the middle of the hallway missing each others touch

“babygirl, honey, my wife, doll, gorgeous”

you take priority over a lot of things in Steve’s mind, he’s never ever late to dinner, he’d rather lose his leg than disappoint you

sundays are for sex and sleeping

steve fucked you one time really hard over a drawer or ottoman and BROKE IT. now he’ll spend saturdays carpenting reinforced drawers, counters and bed frames ;)

makeup sex, and face and thigh riding <3

steve always feels as if he’s leaving a part of himself at home or with you whenever he leaves, he’s constantly watching the clock and bouncing that leg of his to get back to you.

steve would probably let bucky watch him fuck you..maybe.

even though I believe steve would be really possessive I also think he could easily be very private about his relationship with you. like that scene in aou where we meet Clint’s family? fury will probably drive up to some big cabin house with the avengers in the back and they’d be confused af when they open the door to find steve and you cooking in the kitchen with your kids running around the place.

“How much longer Fury, my backs starting to ache with this stiff as seat and Bucky’s feet in my face” groans Sam, leaning away from Bucky’s towering figure. “It should be around the corner” motions Fury, and just as promised the avengers pull into an expansive cabin house, elegant with is softened wood and timber gate ribboning around the land that seemed to stretch endlessly. When Fury had told them that he needed to grab something, they didn’t think it would end up with corny 70’s tunes cranking out throughout the car, one and a half hours from the city.

“This looks…lived in” Nat remarks, her fingers brushing against her holister, ears perked for any signs of human activity.

“Yeah, Fury, are you having us raid some lumberjacks generational home” Tony barks, stretching out his arms

“Just shut up and follow me” Fury sighs, before stepping through the gate and following the stone path. Wiping his boots across the mat, his reaches for the door, opening into the hallway of the strange home.

“Wipe your shoes, she hates when you trek mud in” Fury calls before walking in as if he owned the place

“She?” Thor whispers, what they all but Bucky thought. They followed unspeaking down the hallway leading to an open floor, the scene infront of them had their mouths hanging.

There Steve, their stone faces leader, fucking sautéing onions on large brimstone stove, laughter falling from his lips as you whispered into his neck. You were a sight to see, a dress falling onto your body like silk, cascading againts your curves, your hair was in an updo, curls draining your face and a bright smiling lighting up your eyes.

You were absolutely gorgeous, and to see Steve react to your affection in such a way told them you were more than just an old friend

“Bucky!” You smiles, reaching for the dark haired man, squeezing him in a tight hug.

“Hey sweet girl” Bucky smiles, gripping you.

Sam looked towards Bucky in disbelief, eyes shooting bullets at Steve in mock betrayal

“Really? You’re going to tell the ex murderer about your little secret life but not your saviour?” Sam mutters, before steve laughs gripping his chest.

“Sam meet my wife, doll now you know why I don’t let them near you” Steve whispers into your ear, making you giggle.

Sam reaches for your hand but you ignore it, going for a hug. “Oomf, hello to you too” Sam laughs hugging you back

“Hey Fury” You smile, waving a hand towards the man who nods in return.

“You all must be Natasha, Thor, Clint and Tony?, it’s so great to finally meet you” You speak, dimples pressed into your cheek

Clint seems to be the only one who snaps out of the rest of the avengers stupor, “I see you’ve pulled a Barton” He jokes, hugging you.

Once the rest of them finally greet you, along with some condescending remarks from Tony about “how the hell did you land her?!” The avengers sit around the table, drinking beer and eating good food and getting used to seeing Steve with his wife on his lap.

that’s all I have for steve at the moment, I’ll probably add way more later but I haven’t been uploading in ages and thought this would a quick little head canon for our spark spangled soldier!

p.s! requests are always open ;)

[tumbledout]

Guys! I’m looking for stucky fics. Please help me…I read it years ago and have been now searching since months and can’t find it. My memory is vague (kinda how B

1) bucky writes letters to his sister confessing that steve and bucky are gay and lived together. Had things like we joined our beds and so on. Bucky’s parents also find out he is gay. As time passes they do not accept it but defend gay community in their own way. Very realistically and well written. Or maybe she found those letters under his bed.

2) different people realising Bucky’s love for Steve. This one had an instance where the priest called to pray for Steve on his deathbed witnesses Bucky praying for him and thinks it’s like a husband/wife praying for their significant other and Steve is alive.

#stucky #stevebucky #ao3 #marvel #fanfiction #fanfic #stuckyfanfic #stevebuckyfanfic #steverogers #BuckyBarnes #RebeccaBarnes #PleaseHelp #SorrytoBother

[emmalostinwonderland]

Last Line Challenge

I got tagged by the lovely @babygirlbridger in this challenge!

I haven't worked on my DinLuke Bioshock fic in a hot minute thanks to upcoming deadlines, but it's still the WIP with the most interesting last line right now, so. Here it is. I'm cheating a little with 3 sentences, but c'est la vie lol

Din slowly lowers himself down sideways, curling into a ball on the thin mattress of his cot. He doesn’t have an ounce of energy left in him. The spot on his chest just under his breastbone is cold with the absence of his husband’s comforting touch.

Angst! Longing! All that good drama! Can't wait to finish this shit so I can post it, but I do not have a timeline in mind, and I've got 2 events to post for first.

Anyway, I'm tagging from other fandoms to hopefully avoid people getting tagged twice- @louikazooie @turtle-steverogers @earlgrey-lateatnight @clottedcreamfudge

[paarthurnax59]

Coming soon! 3 part series!

"You'll Get Over Him"

Pairings: Steve Rogers x reader (past),Dad!Husband!Logan Howlett x Reader, Steve Rogers x OC, Steve Rogers x Peggy Carter ( Mentioned).

Warnings: angst, fluff, heartbreak, abandonment, lying, Cheating, Steve Rogers being an ass, pregnancy, Logan Howlett being a papa bear, the snap, character death.

Summary: You were once Captain America's main squeeze. He broke your heart and believed you would never get over him. Until you met Someone that helped you find the light at the end of the tunnel.

Years later, after the defeat of Thanos and it was time to return the infinity stones, Steve once again breaks the very heart of the woman who stole him from you. Now, it was your turn to help someone get over Steve Rogers.

#Loganhowlettxreader #Loganhowlett #Steverogers #steverogersangst #Loganhowlettfluff #avengers #xmen

[adreamwithin]

I posted 149 times in 2022

That's 147 more posts than 2021!

8 posts created (5%)

141 posts reblogged (95%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@fsbc-librarian

@musette22

@maddiewritesstucky

@thedamageofherdays

@hanitrash

I tagged 5 of my posts in 2022

#stucky - 5 posts

#bucky barnes - 3 posts

#steve rogers - 2 posts

#marvel - 1 post

#interview - 1 post

#podcast - 1 post

#oh-i-swear-writes - 1 post

#the librarian - 1 post

#fic recs - 1 post

Longest Tag: 17 characters

#oh-i-swear-writes

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

My Pinterest really out here spying on me. 👀

Steve Rogers. ✅ Football. ✅ Balls. ✅

This serves as your official reminder to check out the JockVerse by the unparalleled @maddiewritesstucky

Good hustle 🏈

This is my first ever Tumblr post, folks.

I feel ✨ accomplished✨

#stucky #stevebucky #steverogers #buckybarnes #fanfic #ao3

8 notes - Posted April 22, 2022

#4

There's literally only *one* acceptable response to this question ✅

Link to this neat quiz 👇

#hell yeah 🔥 #once and for all 👩‍⚖️ #iconic stucky moments #facts

13 notes - Posted October 1, 2022

#3

*rubs hands together deviously*

The FSBC wants to thank y'all for this new material. 🙏

We're excited to read these fresh™️ fics from @oh-i-swear-writes @humapuma and @this-wayward-life.

You can find them (and more upcoming 👀) here:

#ao3 #silver-fox-steve-bang #stucky #thank you for my porn #discord be poppin 🍾 #the FSBC reads

13 notes - Posted July 21, 2022

#2

Hey y'all 👋

The FSBC is celebrating our ONE YEAR anniversary this month! 🥳🎈🎉🎊

Back in the beginning, we used to read things in a very structured way but now, as we've grown to know each other, we are more go with the flow. Most often, @fsbc-librarian will toss out links to fics that are suited to our tastes. She knows us all so well that it's like having our own personal fic finder. We love her dearly for this. 🌹💋 We still have a semi-structured format for multi-chaptered, multi installment fics. But sometimes, when we're busy, nothing pleases like a good ol' oneshot. Am I right⁉️ I thought I'd give y'all a glimpse of what we've been reading lately in honor of our anniversary. Heed the tags and enjoy!

Cracks in the Ceiling by @ixalit

(bucky) needs some sugar in his bowl by @controlofwhatido

Not Easily Conquered by dropdeaddreams, WhatAreFears

Wedded Bliss by malfoys_minx

Bucky Barnes: Shower Menace by Dogsled

Day 1: Daddy Kink, Daddy Steve/Baby Bucky by @howdoyousleep3

Sandwich 'verse by @toffeecape

when you move, I'm moved by getouttaherevav

67 notes - Posted October 5, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

The husband sent this gem to me.

Him: this sounds like one of your fics.

Me: 👀👀👀

#O.K., who's writing this?!!? #prompt #stucky

126 notes - Posted November 28, 2022

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[bonky-bornes]

first & last line tag game

I feel so popular being tagged by both @sparkagrace and @dontcallmebree. 

Rules: Post the (first and) final line of your 10 most recently published fics. (Or as many as you have published.) You can either omit multi-chapter WIPS or include the last line of your most recent chapter (or several chapters). Up to you! 

On the Other Side of the Door 

First: Sunlight streamed through the tall windows of Steve’s studio, bringing in the warmth the icy streets of New York sorely missed. 

Last:Together, they opened the door. 

Latke Love

First: The house had been humming in silence for the past few hours, the only thing to break the quiet the gentle clack of the keyboard as Steve typed away.

Last: Bucky elbowed him.

Labyrinth of my Mind

First: The worst part about it was that Bucky had told Steve he wouldn’t make it back in time when they’d spoken on the phone earlier that week.

Last: he snow continued to fall. 

I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart) 

First: They hadn’t always been able to hear each other’s heartbeats in the back of their minds, but it didn’t take long until they’d forgotten.

Last: Safe. 

So you are to me 

First: “You look like you could use this.” 

Last: The kiss was just as soft as he'd imagined.

Call it Dreaming (you can have my love)

First: Bucky found him in the garden, sitting under the flowered arch with a sunflower in his hands.

Last: He was.

Home is Where the Dreams Are

First: Steve watched, half-hidden behind his mug of coffee, as his husband bustled about the kitchen preparing lunches for Charlie and Becca.

Last: Steve closed his eyes, not caring about the movie, happy to be with his family, because in the end, nothing else really mattered. 

Portland, Maine 

First: It was a mutual separation, if there was such a thing.

Last: And there was a knock on the door. 

To Have a Home

First: It was past midnight when Steve finally walked out of the meeting, eyes burning with exhaustion, stomach aching with hunger, and nerves shot.

Last: Steve didn’t go into work the next day. If the world wanted to explode, it could wait. 

I’ll Cover You (with a thousand sweet kisses) 

First: “Okay, that’s it,” Bucky said, coming into the living room with his arms crossed. “No more boxes today.” 

Last: (Bucky was better.) 

Okay, I’m realizing how much of my life has been dominated by my College!Verse. Not that I’m complaining. Those boys own my life and my soul. 

no pressure tagging: @turtle-steverogers @musette22 @dreamsinthewitchouse

[dontcallmebree]

WIP Game

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it.

Thanks for tagging me @cable-knit-sweater and @sparkagrace! These are some of my wips, or what I consider to be in progress at least. I thought some other projects would make it on here, but am now realizing so many things I wanna work on soon never got to the drafting stage. Oh well.

Speed Dating

last chance streetcar

Ex-husbands by death

Kept boy cap

Wakanda Marriage Convenience

Chef Steve

WW

Divorced Shrunkyclunks

never met a man like you before 3

HWMS

Tagging if interested! @turtle-steverogers @padfoot-and-the-marauders @dreamsinthewitchouse @its-tortle @between-a-ship-and-a-hard-place and anyone who wants to!

[capibuck]

¡Hola! Si aún recibes ideas, puedo proponer un Bucky Capitán América con un Steve Nómada?

Enhorabuena por tus dibujos :), son geniales :D

Felices por siempre ✨

Y gracias! @thewinterwelded Es un gusto aportar a nuestro hermoso fandom ❤🌈

[marvelcriminalhoe]

My ultimate fictional husband’s

You can tell I REALLY have a type...

1. Aaron Hotchner

2. Steve Rogers

3. Steve McGarrett

[neonovember]

Checkmate

husband!steve rogers x wife!reader

summary: growing increasingly aware of an unrelenting desire to be bent over and railed, you ask your husband to change course in your usual vanilla sex life. Be careful what you wish for, you’ve got a genie as a husband and he likes to do more than just get the job done

warning: smut, hints of breeding kink, steve’s foul mouth, degradation, dumbification, overstimulation, scheming, steve rogers inhumane stamina, unrealistic bs we love to indulge in, fluff and aftercare towards the end. (pls tell me if I’ve missed anything !) 

notes: first time writing smut, please be kind to me ! I really indulged in this one, and even though it’s not that long, you get an imagine of how good the reader really gets it. Steve is cocky and hot, and you aren’t as stupid as you look. May or may not have a part two ;)

It wasn’t that Steve wasn’t good in bed, he was amazing. An attentive lover consumed with pleasuring you, pulling orgasm after orgasm in the early dew morning after he’d come from a mission, heated hands and thick muscles sweetly sticky with his sweat.

He was far and apart from your previous boyfriends, in fact, there were parts of you, you didn't even know could be reached, stars you didn’t even know you could see, and an intimacy that you only craved more of, before bedding with the super soldier.

But there was always a lingering thought at the back of your mind, an itch that couldn’t be satisfied with Steve’s slow, sensual, deep lovemaking. It craved hard, rough, angry, heated. It carved its way into your skin, branding you with a need that would erupt goosebumps at the thought of. It could only be satiated by his rough calloused hands and your face pushed into the covers, or his arms holding you to him as he unforgivingly pushed into you, your back arching off his lap before being slammed down again, his grip tightening so that you feel him, all of him, and nothing more.

One lazy Thursday afternoon, when he was off a mission and lounging in nothing but sweats hanging loosely on his hips, the summer heat beating down into your shared home, it’s syrupy rays flitting into the large pan windows of your living room, you thought it was time.

You had been psyching yourself up to this point, always backing out last minute, scared for his answer, embarrassment for your craving. This time however, you felt it was the right moment, you had enough time to plan everything, precisely choosing a day where he’d be lounging around, mind fuzzy and blissed out by the summer heat, eyes heavy, lips reddened, head open.

He’d taken the following 3 days off, emphasizing his need to spend more time with you, live the domestic life a little, be your husband, declaring one evening at dinner, you smiled down at your plate as the beginnings of your plan was hatched, and he’d stayed true to his word. Always.

That was how you found yourself sprawled on Steve’s thick thighs, his huge body stretched beneath you as you cling onto his sweaty shoulders, pressing crescents into his skin as you held on for dear life.

You felt separated from your own being, boneless and astral projecting as the band broke and you felt the saccharine flowing through your veins. Your high seems to go on unrelentingly, Steve's frantic thrusts unfaltering even whilst you came undone, his eyes were blown out as he watched your face contort in pleasure, his pleasure. There was something animalistic in the way he watched you, a predator stalking his prey.

Steve gripped your waist harshly, his fingers burning into your skin as he made you take everything he had to give, keeping you so full for him you felt nothing but him, everywhere. His fingers detached from your neck and he slid it down your torso, before pushing into your conjoined bodies, hands shoving it’s way into your mound, finding the bundle of nerves automatically, pressing slow circles on your clit, alternating between rapid and cruelly slow.

This soft, sensual feeling radiating off of his nimble fingers was a stark contrast to the way he drove into you over and over. The dichotomy pushing you over the edge into oblivion, sweet sugar washing over you again as your orgasm ripped through, your back arching, mouth agape as you tried to scream, still words and half letters leaving your mouth as all you could do is feel. Feel everything, his fingers running slow circles on your clit, easing your over sensitive shaking pussy, every inch of his cock stretching through your velvet walls, hitting that spot in you that had you leaping up from him, before being roughly dragged back down;

“No, no sugar, none of that, I want you to feel me, all of me” He said huskily, leaning forwards to whisper into your ear, making sure you felt every breath and heard every word of his command.

Tears filled your eyes as you were made to take everything he gave you, his cock slipping in and out of your folds so deep and fast you could feel every ridge and vein. You wailed out as you gripped him tighter, eyes blurred with salted tears from his pace. You felt him lean forward moaning at the feel of your walls gripping him oh so tight.

“Shit baby, if only you could see yourself now, fucking beautiful” He groaned looking down at your heat sucking in his cock, the wet erotic sounds causing you to roll your eyes into your head, fuzzy and warm, too much.

His hands pressed towards your stomach, feeling the slight bulge that appeared whenever he rutted in. His eyes grew impossibly darker as he watched, primal and animalistic as he grinned out, cerulean orbs morphing into black.

“You feel that baby?,” He brought your hand to rest on your stomach,

“I’m right there, all the way in there, and your going to take it, over and over, day after day, I’m going to fill this sweet pussy so good you’ll be dripping for days” He said it like command, he meant it like a promise.

Biting your lip you smiled as you felt the beginning of an orgasm ripple through you, and before you could imagine the next few days of this pure syrupy pleasure, you were pulled down and turned onto your back, Steve maneuvering before shoving his dripping cock back into your pussy.

More tears sprang forth and he pulled your legs over his shoulders, opening you up to him even more, the angle allowing him to press into your pussy until his hard stomach was touching yours. He dipped down, licking at the salted tears on your cheeks, pulling your lips to his, biting down on them, shoving his devilish tongue into your mouth so you could taste the salt of your pleasure.

“Oh baby, look at you, cock drunk and crying, you’re just a dumb little baby huh?” He grunted as he let go of your lips.

You mumble out incoherently, eyes dropping down as you take the onslaught of his thrusts, hands gripping the sheets in bunches to tether you to the world. Afraid of letting go and drifting off into nothingness, endorphic pleasure rippling through your existence.

“What?, can’t speak? cmon baby, don’t be shy now, I want you to look at me, I want you to see what I’m doing to this pretty little pussy” He growled.

He slapped your face, your eyes opening widely, a loud moan leaving your lips, pussy gripping harder, tighter.

Steve groaned above you, tightening his grip on you.

“You like that huh?, who knew you were this dirty, this slutty. Greedy little whore, taking and taking it”

“Well it’s yours baby, take it, take all of it,” He made a point of pushing deeper at that, before resuming his previous pace, “but remember, and I want you to listen to me because I don’t like repeating myself”

You looked up at him, mouth agape, body boneless.

“This pussy, this sweet pussy griping me like a fucking vice is mine. All mine.” He growled, voice darkened and husky with possession and lust. His eyes strained as he looked at you, glazed out and black, his pupils dilated at the image of you shattering before him. God he loves it.

“Say it” He said, a growl emitting from the depths of his chest, cock throbbing even deeper as he waited for your submission.

You mumble out a jumble sentence of incoherent words, blubbering as tears itch the sides of your face, Steve cowers of your chest, hardened nipples pressed into his mass of muscle.

He slides his hand towards your folds, and before you can realize what’s happening, you feel the white hot pleasure of pain aching from your pussy, the sounds of Steve’s uprupt assault leering pornographic.

He doesn’t pause for a moment before slapping your pussy repeatedly, the squelching sound surrounding you as your slick coated his hand,

“What did I say about repeating myself?” He said. There was authoratation laced under his mocking tone, and it had you barking out the answer before your brain could comprehend.

“Yours” You croaked out eyes rolling back.

“Louder” He repeated the same onslaught against your pussy, the throbbing pain pushing you closer to your crest.

“It’s yours Steve! All yours!” You screamed out, before he hummed in satisfaction, fingers pressing into your folds, as his dick disappears and reappears, adding a digit to the already stuffed hole.

“Cmon baby, you can take it, give me another one, just one more” He whispered, sensing your dazed, blissed out expression as you fell into an overstimulated high.

All you could manage is a croaked hum, throat sore, body writhe and limp as you feel the endless sensations of pleasure Steve unleashes on you.

The sensation of his fingers pressing into your bundle of nerves, and his index in your hole along with his cock rolling deep against your slicked walls, has you preening. Your back brakes, hips moving on their own accord as they raise up, the strain of your back ignored as you chase the orgasm rippling through you.

Steve loudly moans above you, relishing in the tight grip of your walls and he pushes through chasing his own imminent climax, he’s fingers grip your hips and he pushes you into him, his thrust growing sloppy and rushed as he comes so so close. The bed creaks loudly at his thrusts, the bedside clock falling off and onto the carpet as it gives in to Steve’s pounding pace. You're glad Steve built this bed himself during one his wooden workmanship days, you were sure that a store bought one would’ve broken by your second orgasm.

He pushed his fingers into your mouth so that you could taste yourself on his digits, moaning around his fingers you look up at him in a blissed out expression, body pliant in his arms and under him as you feel the electric volts shooting through you as Steve begins rutting into you eagerly.

He watches your half mast eyes, mumbling “yours, yours yours”, and he breaks. Groaning loudly his pressed himself onto your stomach, his sculpted abs kneading into your soft belly.

“Just like that baby, fuck, I’m going to fill this pussy until you’re leaking for days, and you will take it, every single time , until your nice and round, barefoot and pregnant every. single. time” Steve groans into you, eyes rolled to the back of his head, his golden hair now a mess atop his head, strands blown over his face and ruined by your gripping fingers.

He holds onto your legs on his shoulders, keeping you wrapped around him to take all of his seed, slowed thrusts as he empties out. Your pussy greedily milks him, sucking him in as he shoots ropes of milky decadent cum into you, painting your walls with him. He remains like that for a few moments, your thighs on his shoulders, his body pressed into you.

“You did so good for me, so, so good” He mumbles, brain still scrambled, pressing soft kisses to your thighs, hips, stomach, breasts, everywhere. His dark demeanor a few moments ago all but dissipated as he returns back to his usual sensual, soft and caring touch.

His eyes are crinkled as he holds you to him, turning you on your side whilst still inside you. You croak out in discomfort, your pussy sore and swollen, the feel of a bruise forming, if even possible.

“I know baby, I know” He coos stroking back your coils and curls, wet with tears and sweat. Your overstimulated frame falls onto him, sprawled across his large chest, your breasts pressed to him, nipples pebbled. Your body shakes slightly as the aftershocks of your two, three, four orgasms spread through you. Your nerves endings jittering with electricity, your back sore from its curled position, your toes wiggling.

He pressed soft kisses to your eyelids and you close them heavily, wiping away your tears he slowly gets up, gripping you to his chest as you wrap your legs around him.

Taking small calculated steps and to not further stimulate you, he presses the automation that sequences the bath to fill with water. The swishing of water splatting down on porcelain encompasses your ears as your body tunes out the rest of the noise surrounding. Steve rubs small circles on your back, soothing the sore muscles.

After a few minutes, he slowly places you in the warm milked bath, before quickly joining you behind. The first few moments of his cock leaving your taut pussy keeps you wincing, the feel of your sore clit and hole without the warmth of his cock turning tenfold. Steve lean body acts as your rest as you lean across his chest, the warm water soothing your still jittering frame.

He begins cleaning you, wiping a clean cloth over your mound that has you wincing, before he presses kisses to your shoulder. He uses a different cloth, one meant for suds and begins scrubbing and cleaning your body, the heavenly scent of cocoa butter and coconut from the soap calming your senses.

Steve is slow and deliberate, he knows he’s absolutely tired you out and left your body boneless and pliant, he couldn’t help himself, you’re just so good. Steve makes a measure of cleaning you up and cuddling with you after sex always, but now, after railing you into the mattress and contorting your body to unruly lengths, he feels the need to double down.

Covering your body with soapy suds, massaging your neck and back, before washing it away with the detachable shower head. He then reaches for your conditioner, all but familiar with your hair routine that he knows it blindfolded and deaf. Massaging the conditioner into your hair he slowly begins detangling your curls, brushing softly to ease any knots and avoid any pain.

Leaning back you moan in pleasure at his nimble fingers rub soft circles on your scalp. You loved when Steve did your hair.

At first it wasn’t easy, and you were ready to give up, but Steve made a point to you that he wanted to know, needed, it was his duty. So you spent almost a month teaching him how to detangle, deep condition, shampoo and braid your hair.

It took a while, but by the end of it, Steve was good with his hands in more ways than one.

Finishing the last braid, Steve quickly wraps your hair, before his softened fingers slide down your front towards your pussy.

“No!, no more, your not allowed anywhere near it” You groan, the frazzled overstimulation from before may have eased, but your pussy was still fucking sore and you weren’t about to have to take a trip to the ER.

“Sh, sh, baby, I promise it’ll make it better” He chuckles into your ear, clearly amused by the fired glare you throw at him.

He’s fingers softly rub against your lips, massaging and rubbing, strategic and careful. He didn’t near your clit, solely focusing on your puffed skin. You sighed out in relief, half grateful for the relief and half mesmerised by his skilled fingers. You had to ask him about it next time.

You leaned your head against his neck, letting out small even breaths as you relished in the pleasure that was relief

You sit like this for a while, your head on his shoulder and his fingers between your legs. Waiting until the skin on your fingers wrinkle and the water gets cold, you both are reluctant to leave the sanctuary of your bath.

After a few minutes Steve retracted his hands from your pussy gripping your waist as he helps you up, wrapping your body in a towel whilst he wraps one around his waist.

He turns you around, your soft face in his hands, he looks down at you, eyes glazed and lips turned.

“Do you have any more suggestions princess?” He smirks, before moving down to kiss you deeply, fully, sensually, on the lips. The frantic, needy kisses from before that were all teeth and tongue replaced instead, with the soft reddened lips of Steve Grant Rogers.

Smiling in the kiss your mind drifts to the well pressed plan in your head, step one already complete. Checkmate.

[stony4eva]

Steve x Tony: 7 The Superhusbands interview

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[incorrect-mxrvel]

“Bucky?”

“who the hell is Bucky?”

[floating-roomba]

captain canada

donald trump: *gets elected* steve rogers: how troubling would it be for me to change my name to captain canada and possibly move out of the country

[stephaniestarspangledrogers]

Still dreaming about you.

{ Me as Fem!Captain America, aka Stephanie Rogers.}

[rcgerstarks]

[misguidedasgardian]

MARVEL CHARACTERS MASTERLIST

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Stories

My love, his duty: King!Bucky Barnes x Queen!Reader DISCONTINUED

A princess in your own right, you were sent by your father to marry the King when you became of age. The waiting had extended indefinitely as you waited in your castle hearing tales of the filardered you had as a betrothed

Entertaining yourself among horse riding, sword training, and all the books and advisors you can have, you wait patiently. Losing all hopes, you send him a nude painting of yourself, confident that he will never see it, nor it will interest him, oh how wrong you were.

You were called upon court, to be finally betrothed to your new King

Best deal ever: Mob!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

DISCONTINUED

 James Buchanan Barnes was one of the bigger mobsters in New York City,  sadly for you, you must be the only person that didn’t know that, sadly enough he didn’t just gave you an incredible moment, he gave you a positive pregnancy test 

Hotel California://COMPLETE Dark!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

You came to this small and secluded town in search of independence and a new life, but of that you'll only get one, as the song says, “you can check out any time you like, but you can never leave”

The Bodyguard: Bodyguard!Steve Rogers x Actress!FemReader

DISCONTINUED

After a couple of death threats you had gotten, your manager, Valkyrie, thought it was imperative you get a bodyguard, so there he was, Steve Rogers. There wasn't long before you two got entangled with each other, as you tried to navigate your acting career, and this loving and very sexual relationship with him

The New Line: //COMPLETE

Bucky Barnes x FemaleReader Ft. Steve Rogers

You decided not to tell Steve you were pregnant since you didn't want to distract him in his big mission, you never thought that he would never be coming back from it. Or at least, he wasn't going to get back to you

Lucky for you, Bucky was there, and he was going to be there for you, you will draw a new line, together

Our Thing:// COMPLETE MobBoss!Steve Rogers x ItalianMobGrandaughter!FemReader x MobBoss! Bucky Barnes

Part II Part III

The one that was supposed to be the best day of your life turned into a nightmare as your new husband bosses decided you were too good for Peter

ONESHOTS

Take me out (Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader)

The Golden girl and the Golden boy (Steve Rogers x Odinsdottir!Reader Ft Protective Brother Loki)

600 followers challenge (requests)

Winter soldier + size kink

Bucky Barnes + proposal + metal arm "acceptance"

Alpha!Beefy!Bucky + Omega!Reader

Bucky Barnes + degradation kink + Jefferson

Angel!SteveRogers + Human!Reader + Demon!Ransom

Dark!Wintersoldier + Dark!FemWinterSoldier

If not now then when? (Bucky x Reader x Nat)

"Youngblood" for Sunshinebuckybarnes' Jukebox challenge (SoftDark!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader)