#steve rodgers smut

[slayedx]

Love of the game

summary: you’re needy but chris wants to watch the game, there has to be some sort of compromise, right?

cw: choking, penetration, creampies, squirting, daddy kink, fem!reader, cockwarming

a/n: SORRY FOR THE WAIT🥲🥲🥲 hope y’all enjoy!!

@peakascum @floral-recs

“babe! the game is on!” you hear chris yell out from the living room, and you internally groan.

you usually loved game day; getting to snuggle on the couch and eat pizza while watching your boyfriend get all riled up was something you would usually be up to.

however

he just came back from a press tour and you were pent up from weeks without seeing him; all you wanted to do was mount him so he could pound-

“princess, what’re you doin the game’s about to start” he tuts at you while making his way towards you in the kitchen. his patriots shirt tight around his figure highlighting his thick biceps. god it was like he was doing this on purpose.

“sorry baby i was putting away the drinks” you softly reply as he loops his arms around your waist and looks down at you; his chain dangling between the two of you.

he leans down for a quick peck before smiling down at you.

“let’s go sit down baby” he tells you before smacking your ass and walking away with a smirk. you yelp out before growling out his name and he chuckles at your empty threats.

he groans as his sinks down on the couch; his large frame taking up a large portion of it. he motions for you to sit next to him before stretching his arms around the couch to get comfortable.

you eventually pitter over to him taking your place by his side snuggling up to him as he moves to grab his beer off the small coffee table.

as the game begins he feels you squirming by his side. he could tell something was off when he found you zoned out in the kitchen. he didn’t quite understand what was wrong but he was hoping you would come to him about it.

however as the game continues you don’t say a word. he rests a hand on your thigh before deciding to drop it, but as he settles his hand down he feels you squirm even more before burying your face into his shoulder.

then the issue becomes clear to him.

his poor baby was pent up

“princess look at me” he speaks softly urging you from your place at his side. you oblige lifting your head so your eyes could meet his; sparkling blue eyes peering into yours.

“what’s got you so worked up little girl?” he continues as his hand moves up your thigh.

“has daddy been neglecting you? poor little thing” he coos down as you whine and tuck your face back under his arm. he chuckles at your shyness finding it adorable.

“let daddy make it up to you princess” he says as he grabs your waist hoisting you onto his lap; your front meeting the hard mass of his chest.

he spring into action; hands grabbing handfuls of your ass while he leaves a trail of kisses down your neck. you feel his stubble as he makes his way down your neck leaving a trail of dark splotches in his wake.

he leans back as he tugs on your shorts; giving you the hint to take them off. you stand up to shake off your shorts along with your underwear and he does the same; freeing himself just enough to where his cock springs out.

you see him in his entirety; long and thick. even though you two have an extremely active sex life its always a stretch when he plunges into you. and yet you can’t help but feel yourself drip at the thought.

“c’mon baby sit on daddy’s cock wont you?” he says as he pouts down at you. he reaches out and moves you back onto his lap so you’re straddling him once again.

he smacks your ass before grabbing it and shaking it in his hand. his other hand moves to your pussy; finding your slit. he groans as he finds out you’re fucking soaked. you’re always fucking ready for him

“god baby your pussy is drooling, you were just waiting to get slutted out huh doll?” he groans as he moves his hands to your hips. he lifts you up before lining you up with his cock.

“you ready pretty girl?” he purrs out before dropping you down on his cock. you both moan out as he bottoms out in you instantly; the fat head of his cock already knocking against your g-spot.

you move to lift off his cock; before you feel strong arms wrap around you; keeping you still. you lean back in his hold confusion gracing your features.

“the game is on baby, be good and keep my cock warm” he says before laying a slap on your ass and reaching to grab his beer. you whine out clenching around his cock.

“daddy! please need you so bad” you wine trying to rock on his dick. he grunts and as quick as you are to start, is as quick as he is to shut it down. his hand wraps around your throat and his other comes down on your ass, hard

“don’t be a fucking needy slut” he growls out. he sees the tears begin to run down your face as you whimper and shake in his hold. his hold on your throat tightens as a reminder of his power before he finally pulls away.

“poor baby, maybe if you’re good daddy will fuck you nice and good during halftime” he coos down at you and you sniffle before nodding and settling down leaning back into his chest. he rubs your back before leaning back and starting to enjoy the game.

his pretty doll was being so good for him. as he raged and yelled, and as he cheered and celebrated; your little cunt was keeping him warm the entire time. you stayed buried into his chest letting out the occasional whine or whimper. you poor little thing but halftime was approaching and since you were being so good for him he’d be sure to fuck you full.

“aww look what time it is babydoll” he says as he pays your back. you stir before turning and seeing no players on the field fucking finally.

you feel his hands move to your ass before he plants his feet and starts a brutal pace. you squeal as you brace yourself hands wrapping around his neck. the sudden stimulation makes tears run down your cheeks as chris pounds into you.

his pace is hard and fast and he fucks into your squelching cunt. a clapping noise resonates in the room as his thighs hit your ass; accompanied by the sloshes of your cunt taking the abuse of his cock.

he fucks up into you while he holds handfuls of your ass; using you like his personal fleshlight. but how could he not when your pussy was so fucking good. you were so damn wet and tight and it took everything in him to not pump you full of his cum after the first pump of his hips. but he’d be damned if he didn’t get you to soak his cock before he finished.

he continues his harsh pace and you feel yourself getting closer and closer to your orgasm; your legs shaking as you feel his pubes knock against your clit adding to the tightening of your cunt.

“god baby your cunt’s gonna milk me dry” he groans as he bites his lip turning his head to look at your fucked out face; your eyes rolled back as tears stream down your face as a little drool slips past your lips. he chuckles at you before moving his lips to yours as you two meet in a steamy clash of tongue and teeth. the kiss nothing but steamy and rushed as you moan into each other’s mouths.

he pulls away with a groan before slamming his hand down on your ass.

“c’mon doll, squirt on this dick so i can cum in this pretty pussy” he ushers you and you respond with a cry before clamping down on his cock.

your release spraying on him in streams soaking his abdomen and wetting the patriots jersey still adorning his body. he moans at the increase of wetness, before thrusting himself as deep as he can go into your cunt. cockhead nestled against your womb as his cum pumps into you in streams. his cum flooding your abused pussy as you both try to calm down from your highs.

you move to get off of him before his arms wrap around your waist once again.

“where you going baby? the game’s not over yet” he grins at you before settling back into the couch.

“maybe if you’re good we can have some real fun after the patriots win” he smirks down at you.

and as you sink back into chris you have never rooted for the patriots harder.

[1800jjbarnes]

◇ 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟏 : 𝐂𝐚𝐫 𝐒𝐞𝐱 - 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 ◇

Gloomy Days

【Synopsis】 : A trip turned sour due to a storm. But luckily, Steve knows just the thing in turning this gloomy day into a more steamy one.

『W.C』 :  1.07k

-> Genre: Fluff. Slice of slice. Smut

Paring: Boyfriend!Steve x F.Reader  

[Warnings] : Swearing. Petnames (Stevie, Peach, Baby). Making out. Steve got big dick energy. Riding. Hand job-ish. Unprotected sex (that's a no, no).

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The rain poured heavily as the hot summer day out turned quickly into a stormy stay-at-home kind of day. You and Stev ran without a second thought as soon as the first drop of water hit your forehead, spilling down your cheek. Once you finally made it to Steve's car, he opened the boot to let you crawl in haste. He soon followed you once he had finished poorly folding the picnic blanket, and when you say folded, it was more scrunched up and thrown onto one of the car's back seats.

“Well, today was not what I planned.” Steve huffed, feeling disappointment riddle his mind. This was your six-month anniversary date, and he had planned to make the none other than special. But what he didn’t expect was to be soaked head to toe in buckets of water. 

“It’s okay, I still had fun.” You chimed in with a big smile still plastered on your face. You were cuddled up to him, with your legs dangling out of the car, all the while watching a little water stream starting to form in front of you. “We can still continue the fun here.” Your words got caught in your throat as blush taints your plump cheeks, suddenly recalling back just before the storm set in and you and Steve were peacefully making out on a picnic blanket in the middle of nowhere. He smirked ear to ear, finding your words rather dirty, even though they mostly had an innocent intent. You were just talking about the softness of the date, not the… other stuff.

He didn’t say anything in response to you. Instead, he turned his whole body, pushing you down in the back of his large car boot. His hand rested on the back of your head while he urged you to lay down, letting your head hit the floor with a huff. His lips latch onto yours in seconds, biting and sucking a moan out of you. you bucked your hips up, feeling his knee push slightly against your clothed core. Your body began to crave him, no longer feeling cold from the rain, but rather annoyed the your wet clothes were blocking his way. 

“Stevie…” your whimpers were music to his ears. Pulling away, his breath hitched, seeing your glossed expression. You are perfect in every way to him, your voice, your personality, your body. You. He was whipped, hooked on your love, and wanted nothing more than you make you his every day, at every hour, and every moment he could. 

He’s addicted.

“Don’t worry, Peach, I got you.” His deep voice swoons you as his large fingers curl into the fabric of your clothing, promptly pulling and tuging until the material falls off your body. Your wet skin scratched against the floor but you couldn't care less at that moment, all you cared about was Steve's cock deep inside you. His fingers danced around your clit, feeling your slick already soaking your cunt and thighs from the earlier make-out session. 

“I can’t wait just…please…” You were growing impatient, and the way you were laying down was starting to make your body ache. So without another moment, Steve pulled down his pants, letting his cock spring free. He was about to lift your legs when you pushed on his chest slightly, making him sit down so his back would lean against the car seat. He was confused at your sudden boldness, Never have you ridden him before so this was new. But he’d be lying if he said this wasn’t the hottest thing he had ever seen. 

You, naked and soaked. Hair messy and making up running. All the while, you were crawling to take a seat on his lap. He must have died and went to heaven. Your legs sat on either side of his thick thighs. Your eyes never leaving his as you reach down for his cock, stroking the shaft in a harsh couple of pumps. His groans went straight to your core, feeling pride pool in the pit of your stomach. 

“You gonna ride me, baby?” He growls, gripping your hips, tugging you towards him in one movement. You just giggled at his dirty words, feeling his tip slide along your slit. Your smile quickly turned down, while your brows crossed, notioning his cock to easily slip inside you. “That’s it Peach. Take what’s yours.”

You quickly ground yourself, moving your hips at a steady pace. Back and forward. Up and down. Your arms wrapped around his neck, pushing your breast against his chest. His pants grew heavier as your moans grew louder. You were both desperate, lost in one another to the point neither of you cared that the door of the boot was still wide open. Thank god Steve picked a secluded place. 

“Stevie please….nghh.” Your slurred moans called for Steve, making him wrap his hand on the back of your neck, pulling your face out of the crook of his. You were drooling, with the most beautiful fucked out expression Steve could have ever seen. Fuck, he wanted to bust a nut then and there from your face alone. He knew you were close to cumming and he wanted, no, needed you to cum before him. He needed to feel your clench around him while your juices painted his cock. So he planted his feet down, bringing his knees up before helping you thrust deep, hard and fast inside you. 

Your body falls limp as he lets go of your neck so he can grip your hips with power. You called his name over and over like a broken record, clenching around him harshly as you came undone. His movements didn't faltered though, as he chased his own high. And after a couple more thrusts he felt himself snap, spilling his cum deep inside your soaked puffy pussy.

His thrusts became sloppy until they stopped altogether. He could feel your heartbeat racing against his chest while your breathing matched his. You stayed like that for a while, sitting in silence as Steve rubbed shapes into your lower back lovingly. You opened your eyes for a moment and noticed the rain had stopped, and the sun was beginning to shine through the gloomy clouds. A smile caught your features at you thought, Maybe today didn’t go completely as planned, but it still was a great day nonetheless.

[lanadelreyscokewhor3]

RELIGION- S.G ROGERS

Pairing: Normad! Steve Rogers x Innocent/ Virgin! Fem! Reader

Word Count: 3.7k

Summary: Steve’s prayers have finally been answered after all these years, as he finds you waiting for him in the church he calls home. Captivated by him and his charm, you get swept up in his arms, to soon find out Steve isn't the saint he painted himself out to be. 

Warnings: SMUT, HEAVY daddy kink, HEAVY innocence/ corruption kink, breeding kink, petnames, degradation kink, heavy praise kink, dumbification kink, finger sucking, teasing, masturbation mentioned,almost like training in a way?, cumplay and gagging implied, blowjob implied, smoking, steve is kinda soft!dark here

Notes: “ cause you’re my religion, you’re how im livin... when all my friends say i should take some space...well i cant envision that for a minute- when im down on my knees you’re how i pray” - religion, lana del rey

the chapel: a playlist

Steve had not expected to see an angel at the end of the isle, when he stepped through the gleaming oak doors. 

He had been to this church many times in his life, its worn wooden pews and golden crosses familiar to him like the back of his own hand. He had sat in those very pews that lay in rows, no other person around to bother him as he would stare up at the marble statue by the organ, or with his head between his hands as he stared at the rustic floor that so many others had walked before him. 

But he had never seen an angel, contained in these walls. 

Steve wasn't an overly religious man. But he had needed something- anything to believe in with the insanity that had managed to slither its way into his life, a snake with venom so poisonous he had found his way here again.

 It appears he had found something new, something else to believe in, he thought, watching your little frame stand at the end of the deep plush carpet that had guided his way towards you. 

The sunlight that filtered in through the stained glass windows shimmered around you like a halo, lighting up your features like the diamonds. It was mesmerizing, the way it shinned down upon you, focusing on you like a spotlight. 

Moving with you, as you tilted your head back, soaking in the dimmed rays that made their way through the images plastered on the glass. 

You looked up at the lanterns that hung upon chains from the high arched ceilings, the wooden beams their support as they flickered. 

“It’s beautiful, isn't it?” you hummed softly, feeling a presence near you, his aura dark and mysterious. 

Enchanting. 

Steve had found his way next to you, arm close enough to touch, warm body heat rolling off him in waves to wrap around your skin, soothing the goosebumps that had broken out across your arms. 

Steve was fixated on you- truly. 

Your voice had sounded like the sweet strings of a harp, being strummed in perfect harmony. He had wanted more. 

“It is.” he spoke softly, voice husky as he stared down at you. 

He didn't know you were talking about the marble statue that adorned the dais, arms reaching up towards heaven, as if that would save him from the tears that spilled across his pained face. 

Steve was talking about you. 

You turned, little white dress brushing against his thigh as you smiled. His breath caught in his throat at the sight of you, your eyes twinkling like stars in the night, smile showing your little dimples in the hazy light. You were better than he had ever imagined, a sweet, innocent soul. 

One he wanted to corrupt. 

“ He looks in pain, in a way. Or sad. But it’s beautiful, when people cry.” you sighed, looking up at Steve in wonder. As if he was the angel who had flown in, had come and saved the day. 

“We’re all in pain, are we not? But many of us shape that pain into beauty.” he nodded, hand reaching up to wrap a finger around a stray curl that had draped across your cheekbone. 

You leaned into his gentle touch, though his hands were calloused. His hands were beautiful, as you could tell they had been in pain. They had carried weights they shouldn't have had to carry. You felt safe with Steve, despite his dark demeanour. 

He was soft with you. Gentle. 

“What’s your name?” he whispered, as if he was unsure if he should be asking. “Y/N.” you smiled, glancing back over to the altars, peering at the candles that continued to burn, wax dripping and spilling onto the tables. “I’m Steve.” 

A pretty name, for a pretty man… you thought. 

You had to focus on something, anything else but those blue orbs that threatened to swallow you whole. Or you’d drown. And you weren't so sure you’d want to be saved. 

“I’ve never seen you around before, angel.” 

Angel.

The name alone was enough to send shivers down your spine, despite the mugginess of the dry summer heat. “ The door was closed. I opened it. Now I’m here.” 

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Now I’m here. 

Those words rang through his head like the bell in the tower, striking at six. Twelve. Nine. Then six again. 

Somehow, through the endless amounts of prayers he had whispered to the universe, to the gods and goddesses, you had appeared. He had begged for salvation. 

You, it seemed, were just that. 

Steve saw you each time he slid through those old rustic wooden doors, standing in front of that very statue, by the burning candles and crosses. 

Almost as if you were waiting for him. 

It was never on a Sunday, but a Wednesday, an empty chapel day. The day of expression, and communication. Steve often would slide up behind you, as he did the very first meeting, intertwining your hand with his with a gentle squeeze. 

Some days he would tug you along, sliding into a pew with you to hold you closer, or he’d take you through the back way- to the overgrown gardens. Other days, it was the two of you staring at the stained glass, or the statues, in silence. 

You liked both days. You liked any days you could be with Steve. 

“You know I’m not even religious?” you had told him one day, stretching your legs in front of you from your seat on the wooden bench, flexing your feet. He had just raised his eyebrow. “Why were you here then angel?” Steve had asked as you toyed with his shirt. 

“I was following a little white cat, but he left before I could pick him up. He led me here. Then you showed up, so I stayed.” 

Steve had liked that answer. He had liked it a whole lot. 

Wednesday meetings had turned into Wednesday and Friday meetings. Then Saturday. Then Sunday. 

Those meetings had changed from the church’s grounds to little cafes and parks, old Hollywood cinemas and roller rinks. Those “meetings” had turned into dates. 

And one of the dates turned into Steve sweeping you up in his arms under the pale moonlight, pouring his very heart and soul into a kiss that left you dizzy. 

Now the two of you were here. 

Here, on his bed, the golden sunlight streaming down on Steve in rays, like they did in the chapel- showcasing the strands of rich honey in his beard. You were sleeping soundly on his chest, rising and falling with his breathing as he propped up against the headboard, petting your hair lovingly. 

Even in sleep, you clutched to him tightly, as if you were scared he’d leave you.

 Steve learned very early that your love language was touch. Innocent touches. 

Everything about you was innocent. 

You were attached to him at the hip, always holding him in some manner, or tending to him, whether that was playing with his hair or kissing his neck, leaving little smears of your lipgloss on his skin. 

Nothing more than that though. 

You had told him early on in the relationship you were a virgin, and you had wanted to take things slow, as you weren't used to getting attention- only giving it. Steve was completely fine with this of course, knowing your soul was much too innocent, too pure to be handled by anyone else. 

Steve wanted nothing more than to take care of you, to love and cherish you. But sometimes, his thoughts would turn south. He hated himself for it, he truly did. But how could he think clearly, with you looking like that? 

So beautiful, so innocent and carefree.

 Sliding his hand down, he slowly brushed your back, resting his hand gently on your ass, squeezing tenderly.

 “Mmm…” you stirred in your sleep, readjusting yourself as he chuckled. “Little steps for a little girl hmm?” he cooed, patting your flesh softly as his hand made its way back to your back, rubbing circles as he listened to your calm breathing, your body still deep in its slumber. 

He wanted to corrupt you. 

He wanted his darkness, his desires and needs to fill you to the brim, until you were spilling over with want and neediness. 

Little steps Steve. Little steps. 

“Don’t worry angel, we’ll get you all trained for me soon.”

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------   It had started off on the couch, on a rainy Tuesday afternoon. You listened to the sound of the rain pattering down the windows blending with the vinyl that spun on the vintage player. 

Perched upon Steve's lap, you watched him intently, drumming your figures against his lean biceps, your nails giving him a soothing scratch. You looked so little, so fragile as he seated you on top of him, and he adored it. 

He was hesitant to do what he was about to do, but all logical thoughts left his brain as you peered up at him, doe eyes wide. 

“Can you open your mouth for me please angel?” he asked gently. You tilted your head, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. 

Open your mouth? Why would he want you to open your mouth? 

He wasn't helping you brush your teeth, and he wasn't spooning ice cream between your plump lips. 

Despite this, you obeyed, mouth opening slightly. You listened to Steve, you knew that he knew what was best for you. He had reminded you time and time again, and you were thankful for it. Steve could sense your hesitation, watching you part your lips only slightly. 

“Good girl!” he smiled, seeing your cheeks flush, your thighs shifting as you squirmed in delight at the praise. 

He knew about it since the very first meeting, sensing your body language whenever he would compliment you, or praise you for your actions. 

God, he couldn't wait to tap into that even more. 

“Wider.. atta girl.” he cooed, slipping his two fingers past your parted lips, making your eyes widen in surprise. “Just trust me baby okay? You’re doing such a good, good job. Just suck on em, justttt like that.” he murmured, watching as you slowly relaxed your jaw, hollowing your cheeks as you sucked on his fingers like a pacifier. 

Your eyelids felt heavy as you sucked, swirling your tongue around his digits. It was relaxing, you realised. You didn't know why exactly he was making you do this, but you couldn't complain about how it was making you feel. 

“What a big girl eh? Doin it all by herself.” he smiled as you moved your hands to wrap around his wrist. He slid his fingers out with a soft pop!, watching the string of your saliva stick to his fingers from your lips. 

“Good girl angel. My beautiful angel.” he said, kissing your neck as you giggled, praising you until you were a squirming mess. 

Rewarding you. 

It became a daily routine, those little moments of serenity. Positive reinforcement- is what it was called, he discovered. Gifting you little rewards, things you liked whenever you did what he asked, so you’d do it more, and more.

 It worked, and it worked well. 

Pretty soon, you’d trot up to Steve at the same time everyday, perching up on his lap to take his fingers. He’d slowly push them deeper and deeper, so you’d be ready for him, on your knees. 

But not to pray. Never to pray. 

Steve tried it with other things, like calling him daddy. What you were supposed to be calling him. 

It had slipped out when the two of you were having a heated makeout session, his hand tangled in your hair as teeth and tongues clashed. “Stev-”

 “It’s Daddy to you angel. Only Daddy, mkay?” You had nodded slowly, bringing your hand up to touch your swollen lips. “Daddy?” He had just smiled. “Yes angel, daddy. Makes me so happy, when you call me that.” He slid his hands up your skirt, knuckles brushing your inner thighs, making you purr like a kitten.

 So far, his tactics had been working like a charm. You had been obeying him, trailing him around the house just for the small chance you’d be able to play with his large, veiny hands, or be able to wrap your arms around his torso and squeeze him like a teddy bear. 

You had even begun to call him daddy without even realising it, the name slipping out of your mouth as smooth as silk. Little did you know hard you made him each time, your little actions causing him to grind against you subtly. 

It was torture. The sin that littered his thoughts whenever you neared, whenever the sweet, sickly smell of your arousal clung to his skin, making it heat and burn. 

Steve needed release. He needed it now. 

You were already in a vulnerable state of mind at the time, the hour growing late, your body tired and limp. He watched you from his armchair in the corner of the bedroom, exhaling the cigarette smoke from between his lips, watching it vacate through the opened window as the curtains swayed gently in the cool night breeze. 

You watched him intently, legs clenching together at the sight of him manspreading, head lolled back against the soft velvet. “Can I have a drag?” you asked sweetly, shuffling up on your knees, the bed dipping slightly under your weight. 

“Little girls like you don't get cigs angel. They’re not good for you.” he chuckled, watching you pout. “But you get them!” you huffed. He tapped his smoke on the edge of the ash tray, letting the stray ash fall as he shifted up from his seat. 

He made his way across the room in two strides, sliding the cigarette between your parted lips. You inhaled deeply, smoke feeling your lungs, choking you. You coughed and spat as you exhaled, the smog burning your throat. 

“See? It’s yucky.” he smirked, putting out the but. “Why’d you let me then?” you asked, wincing at the stale taste. 

“Cause you gotta learn angel. When I tell you no, it means no. For good reason at that.” he laughed, flicking your nose with a smile. 

“Hmph.” you huffed, forgetting about the bitter taste as he lightly pushed you down upon the silk sheets, making your hair sprawl out around you. “You’re so beautiful angel.” he whispered, hand coming up to cup your cheek, thumb rubbing your bottom lip, tugging it down occasionally. 

“Yeah daddy?” you blushed, feeling your core heat at the praise, your body going taut under his touch as you shifted your thighs together for friction.

 It didn't go unnoticed by Steve. He smirked. 

“Yeah, angel. Such a beautiful, beautiful girl for me. My girl.” he emphasised, breath getting caught in his throat as you slipped his thumb in your mouth, sucking on it softly as you peered up at him innocently. 

“Wanna be your good girl.” you smiled, licking the saliva off his thumb as your hands came up to brush the hair that curled at the back of his neck, the strands soft as silk between your fingers. “You wanna be my good girl? Then can you answer something for me? Truthfully? You know daddy doesn't like lies.” 

You nodded, eyes wide. 

“Do you get those tingles around me angel? The ones you told me about earlier, the ones that make you feel all warm n fuzzy?” he cooed, biting his lip as you nodded, squirming under him. “Can you show daddy where?” 

You grabbed his hand, guiding it down to your quivering cunt, sliding it under the slip of your nightgown. “R’here daddy.” you whined, moaning as he tapped his two fingers against your clit.

 “Oh angel, you’re awfully wet. Is this all for me?” he tsked, grinning as you bucked your hips up into his touch, tugging his hair tighter. “S’all for you daddy…” 

“You gonna let daddy make it all better? S’not good for little girls like you to be gettin this all worked up.” he pouted, mock sympathy dripping from his words like acid. 

“Want you to fix it daddy, make me all better. Please?” you whispered, lapping up each drop of the stinging liquid that dripped from his tongue like a woman starved.

 “How could I say no to a pretty face like that?” he smiled, stroking your cheek, his hands tracing over the plains and valleys of your body, watching your breasts perk up, nipples pebbling from under the sheer white lace of your dress.

 “Mmm daddy whatta doin?” you asked timidly, curious to what the man above you was doing, his hands resting on your thighs. “Gonna make it all better angel. Now be a good girl and present to daddy, attaaa girl.” he cooed as you allowed him to spread your legs apart and flip your nightgown up, revealing your soaked panties to him. 

“Just a dumb lil baby arent you? I gotta do everything for you?” You shook your head, watching as he began to slide the flimsy fabric down, down, down past your thighs to the tips of your toes.

 “S’fine, you know I like takin care of you angel eyes. But tonight, I’m gonna take these-” He dangled the thong from his fingers, setting it down on the bedside table beside him. “And I’m goin stroke my cock with em, and you’re goin watch angel. Then, after daddys got his cream all over em, I’m gonna shove it between those pretty little lips of yours, okay?” 

You nodded, purely dumbfounded. This side of Steve, you had never seen before. Not that you were complaining- of course. You were just… new to this. 

Very new.

 “Yes daddy.”

 “Good girl angel. You’re never gonna leave this house unless you got my cum in your panties, gotta stuff you full of me allll the time.” he grinned, pupils blown as he took in your beautiful body, all splayed out for him. 

Like an angel. 

You whimpered as he took his fingers, running the digits across your slit, watching you clench around air as he teased you. “This is mine now, okay angel? My fuckhole. It’s daddys property now.” 

You moaned at his words alone, your head lolling against the sheets as he slid off his shirt, the dim glow of the candles making his chiselled abs gleam faintly. The sight had you sucking in air through your teeth, his muscles flexing as he bent your legs causing you to spiral.

 “Are we gonna do what we always do? With your fingers?” you begged, hiccuping as he patted your puffy folds tenderly with the palm of his hand. “Something so much better baby. You’re gonna love it so much, it’ll make the tingles feel all better. Daddys here now, takin care of you just like he should.”

 You watched as he unbuckled his belt, the jangle of it making you jump as he shrugged off his jeans and boxers, exposing his hard, aching cock to you. 

“ It's so big daddy!” you whispered, watching as he smirked in delight. “S’not gonna fit in there…” you trailed off, gasping as he rubbed his cock against your soaked folds, moaning as he tapped your clit firmly, his precum mixing with your juices. 

“Oh we’ll make it fit angel. How else is daddy supposed to take care of you hmm?” You whimpered, watching as he neared your entrance.

 “Daddy m’scared.” you confessed, gripping his bicep tightly, crescent moons forming across his soft, smooth skin as he ever so slowly pushed the tip in. 

“Shhh, shh that's a good girl. I know you’re scared angel but daddys here now, that's it honey.” he praised, slowly easing in, stretching you as you cried out. “You gotta relax for me angel, or else it won't feel good to you. And we don't want that do we? Daddy's little fucktoy needs to feel good.” he cooed, encouraging you to take deep, shaky breaths as you allowed him to fill you up, your walls hugging him like a glove.

 “Daddy s’big-” you cried, tears falling from your doe eyes, sliding down your flushed cheeks as he seating himself fully in you. 

“This is how it's gonna be from now on angel, I gotta keep you filled all the time. You gotta keep daddy nice and warm.” he teased, leaning down to brush a soft, tender kiss on your cheeks, lapping up the salty tears that lay there. 

“You’re doing so well for me baby. I’m so proud of you.” he whispered, tenderly kissing along your jaw as he slid out slowly, making you gasp. “Proud of me-e?” you asked, moaning as he thrusted slowly back into you, his hips picking up an easy rhythm as you threw your head back in pleasure. 

“So proud angel. Hey, hey eyes on me okay? I’m right here, I’m with you angel. We’re gonna go to heaven together, you and I.” 

“S’good daddy. Feels so good-d.” you hiccuped, the pain turning to pleasure as your legs trembled, muscles turning limp as he rocked into you, hissing at the way you’d clench around him tightly. 

“Told you I’d make you feel good angel eyes. D-daddy always knows.” his breath caught as your nails raked down his arms, tugging him even closer as you wrapped your legs around his waist. “Wanna fill you full, stuff you full of my cum. You want that angel?” 

“Yes oh gods!” you screamed, heavenly fire caressing and licking down your spine as your core churned, the feelings of pure pleasure overwhelming your senses.

 “Cum for me angel. Cum for daddy.” he whispered, voice husky in your ear, echoing off the walls as you wailed his name in bliss. 

You shattered under him, the pieces of you snapping off with each thrust, glistening on the sheets like broken glass. It was heaven, the way he made you feel. Your orgasm escaped you with a gentle tug, your vision turning starry as Steve’s hips shuttered. 

“Fuck angel… look attcha, milkin me dry.” he cooed, watching your juices squirt on his cock, coating him. “Daddy need you-” you moaned, screaming as his grip harshened, a final thrust before he came with a grunt of your name, followed by endless praises. 

“Oh angel, my sweet angel…” he whispered, watching your body shake and squirm under him, your breath coming in short little gasps from the stimulation your body just endured. 

He was so proud of you. So proud of his little girl for taking him all, for pleasing him. 

“We’re gonna get you on your knees soon honey okay? Just like mass.”

[littlemelaninfics]

Can we get some of your dirty thoughts in a possessive Chris? Not like being always possessive, but maybe after an unexpected interaction you had with your ex at an event and that made him really jealous. And let's say he shows his jealousy when you guys get home, which makes you scared at first because you've never seen him ~like that~ but you soon find out you like this side of him 😏

Possessive Chris? Say less 😭

-He would not be happy. Maybe it was the dress you were wearing that accentuated your figure. Or maybe it was your ex’s hand going too damn low during that hug. Whatever it was, today was not the day.

-He would ask if you had fun on the way home and just let you talk and talk about the conversations you had. You even laughed at a recollection. He loved hearing that laugh, but tonight was different. He felt you were taunting him. Like a big HAHA.

-You entered the house with him in tow and could immediately feel the tension. You turn to ask him about it, but his hand grips the nape of your neck and your escorted upstairs. You both enter the bedroom and he plops you on the foot of the bed.

-“Do I give you a reason to doubt me, Y/n?” he asked unbuttoning his cuffs.

-“No,” you said lowly. You watched him move to the dresser and remove his bowtie and his watch. When he shrugged off his shirt is when your breath hitched in the back of your throat. He revealed his white wife beater, his muscles so prominent in the decadent color.

-THE WAY THIS MAN WOULD REACH OUT AND GRAB YOU SO QUICKLY LIKE OOOOOFFFFF

-I can see him doing that fucking condescending thing where he kisses you all nice, hand going around your throat. And then he would squeeze harder or literally bite your neck.

-Either way, your eyes are going wide.

-Okay but the things he would say while overpowering you??? Sign me up.

-Because it’s not like his regular sweet talk about how beautiful you are. I’m talking him calling you a dirty whore who only knows how to take cock.

-By the end, you’re fucked out and still turned on. When he returns to his normal state, the aftercare begins and he asks his routine questions of are you okay, was he too rough, etc.

-“Where did that come from?”

-“Seeing his hands all over you, I fucking lost it. I’m sorry. Are you okay?”

-You would let out a little giggle at his worried state,

-“I’m perfect. I guess I should make you jealous more often,” you say slyly.

[miserable-sarah]

I Don't Really Give a Shit What You Want

18+

Pairing: Chris x Reader 

Warnings: Rough sex, smut, language, choking, Sub (Reader) X Dom (Chris), Daddy kink

Summary: Chris pisses you off so you give him the silent treatment, he does not like this and makes you say his name. 

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You angrily hung up the phone with Chris. He promised that he would be home at a normal time to spend some alone time with you but once again he’s going to be late because he’s just so busy. You’re just starting to feel like everything comes before you and it’s frustrating. You gave up a normal life to be with him and he can’t even give you a couple hours of attention. 

It was already 8 P.M. you decided to shower and then lay in bed. After you got out of the shower you put on silk shorts and a small tank top to be comfortable. You laid down on the side of your bed waiting for Chris to come home. You really just wanted to go to bed but you know you couldn’t until he came home just to make sure he was okay. You leave the light off and TV off to give the impression that you are sleeping. 

You finally hear the door open, you quickly look at the time it’s 10:30. You feel anger bubble up in you but you decide to let it go for the night not wanting an argument. You’re really feeling that you made a mistake, maybe you just aren’t cut out for this life, maybe you should leave so someone else who understands this busy life can be with him and stop arguing with him. You’re pretty sure it makes him feel like shit when you get mad at him. You sniffle trying to hold back a sob. You hear the bedroom door creak open. You hear him bump into some shit and giggle. Is this bitch drunk right now? 

Chris turns his side lamp on, you stay on your side so he doesn’t see you’re awake. You can hear him take off his clothes and go into the bathroom. You lay there defeated, he really went out instead of coming home to you. Chris comes out of the bathroom and gets into bed. You feel him moving around before he comes behind you spooning you. 

“Sorry I came home so late tonight. I love you, I’ll be home all day tomorrow. I promise.” He whispers in your ear, he either knows you’re awake or he’s just hoping you are. You roll your eyes at his promise, just like every other one he breaks it. You don’t say anything back, you just shift your weight and close your eyes. Chris still holds onto you and falls asleep. 

The next morning you wake up before Chris. You get up off the bed and head to the bathroom, you get ready for the day. 

“Hey babe, I need to get in there” Chris says through the door. You’re still really upset from last night, you’re feeling really down.

“Okay” you mumble as you finish brushing your hair. You open the door and walk right past him, you go into the kitchen and start coffee for you both. Even though you’re upset you still love and care for him. You lean against the counter spacing out just thinking of everything. 

“You okay?” Chris asks standing right in front of you, you didn’t even notice. You just nod your head. “What was upstairs all about?” He asks, pouring himself a cup of coffee, he pours you one as well. 

“What do you mean?” You ask confused. 

“I tried to kiss you and you totally blew me off” He says he looks kind of hurt 

“Oh I don’t know, I guess I didn't notice.” You say shrugging your shoulders. 

“Well” Chris says, grabbing onto your hips, his face is inches from yours, you feel a familiar happiness and butterflies. You give him a little smile. Chris slowly brings his head down so he can kiss you. You melt as soon as his lips touch yours. You wrap your hands around his neck, one hand playing in his hair. 

“I’ve missed this” You say to him softly 

“So have I” He says lifting you up, placing you on the counter, you spread your legs open so he can stand in between them. Chris grabs the back of your neck pushing your head forward for a kiss, you love it when he is rough. You instantly get turned on and forget about any negative thought you had. Chris moved his hands down to your thighs lightly rubbing them, lifting up your silk shorts getting closer to your heat. You let out a little moan in the kiss, Chris took that as a sign to not stop. He picks you up and backs you against the kitchen wall, you let out a little squeal and a giggle. 

Chris looks at you “I love you so much” he says, making you feel 10 times better. He comes for another kiss, a good passionate one, he removes your shorts with one hand, his other hand still holding you up, you have your legs wrapped around his waist. He decides to go to the living room couch to make it easier. He drops you on the couch and climbs over you. You feel up and down his chest, you’re always amazed at how buff he is. You move your hands down to his belt very eager to get this going. While you do that Chris moves your thong to the side, his fingers just barely brushing your clit. You bite your lip and look at him. 

“You want me to finger this pussy?” He asks smirking at you already knowing how wet you are for him. 

“Yes. Please.” you moan. You finally get his belt undone, you pull his pants down a little. Then his phone rings. You sigh heavily and throw your head back as everything stops. 

“I have to answer, I still need to work even if I’m working from home” He says, he goes and gets his phone. He stands in front of you and brings his fingers to his lips telling you to be quiet. You bite your lip and nod. He answers the phone sitting next to you, he slides you up and holds your legs apart, his fingers plunge into you. You cover your mouth so you don’t moan. His fingers slide in and out of you, he’s paying more attention to you than the phone call. He looks you in the eyes watching your every move, you look back at him to let him know you’re enjoying it. 

He starts to rub your clit with his thumb, you let your head fall back. He is amazing with his fingers. Suddenly he stops, he looks at you and sighs. “Yeah i’ll come in” you hear him say. You look at him shocked getting up. You quickly put your shorts back on and fold your arms across your chest pissed. “Okay, see you soon.” he says hanging up 

“You’re joking.” you say that's all you could say. Chris paces around the house trying to get his shit together 

“What am I supposed to do? I gotta work Y/n '' he says, getting just as aggravated as you. 

“Chris, you're gone all the time. You never come home when you say you will. You never stick to any of your promises. Like what am I to you? Just someone who’s here when YOU want them? What about what I want?” You say honestly Chris just looks at you and rolls his eyes. 

“Please” he scoffs. “I have to work to take of you, this house, me, everything else” he explains with deep attitude, probably because you’re both mad he has to go in and you’re both deeply sexually fustrated. You both weren’t thinking clearly though so you both exploded at each other. 

“You never take any time off Chris! Like just” You pause as he walks to the door “What about me, what about what I want?” You ask sincerely 

“I don’t really give a shit what you want.” He says cold and walks out the door. Your mouth drops to the floor, he’s never been so cold with you. You stand there a few seconds, shocked, you get your head together, you were just so pissed and horny all you wanted to do was run to him, jump on him, and make up in a good way. Obviously that won’t happen though. You walk around the house just cleaning some stuff up and getting yourself cleaned up. 

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It’s 6 P.M. Chris has sent you multiple texts apologizing for today, he’s also called a lot but you ignored them all. You just really don’t want to talk to him right now. You finally get done with dinner, you get yourself some and sit in front of the TV watching your favorite show. You get another text from Chris saying he’s on his way home. You again ignore it. 

A couple minutes later Chris comes through the door, “Hey baby” He says giving you a kiss on top of your head. You don’t say anything “Did you cook dinner?” He asks you and you still don’t answer. You get up and walk into the kitchen to put your dishes in the dishwasher. “Are you really just not going to talk to me?” He sounds angry. You don’t even make eye contact with him, you just walk back into the living room and sit on the couch turning up the volume on the tv. Chris stands in front of you scoffing. “Okay” he says, shaking his head walking away. You smirk at yourself kind of enjoying this as bad as it sounds. 

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Chris has been trying to talk to you most of the night. You’ve done a good job ignoring him. He just really pissed you off saying he doesn’t give a shit what you want because it really does feel like that sometimes. You’re leaned up against the counter listening to Chris bitch about you not talking to him. 

“Why won’t you talk to me? How do you think it makes me feel-” You cut him off 

“I don’t really give a shit how you feel” You say, mocking him from earlier. That was the last straw for Chris. He came over to you with a growl before you knew it you were pushed against the counter hands behind your back. Your face was pressed against the cold counter sending a shock throughout your body, you gasped confused how you even got like this so fast. 

“So you want to ignore me. Huh?” he asks his lips right against your ear. You hear him fumbling with his belt. You’re very turned on at the moment your brain is being scrambled. You feel his hands sliding down your leggings and thong. “I’m going to make you scream my name.” You accidently let out a moan, you were trying to keep them in so he doesn’t win but it’s so hard. 

Chris leans against you, his chest on your back, one hand covers your mouth while the other aggressively rubs your clit. You close your eyes tightly. He knows you love when he covers your mouth, you love when he has full control over you. He slowly enters 2 fingers inside you, he pumps them in and out of you, he curls his fingers making sure to hit your G-spot. The only noise is the wet sounds from you and your muffled moans and screams. Chris is whispering dirty things in your ear making you even more turned on. You can feel yourself getting close. Your walls clench around his fingers giving him a hint you’re going to cum. 

“You wanna cum on my fingers?” He asks, your moans are loud, your arms are trapped between his chest and your back, his fingers are still pumping in and out of you while the other rubs your clit, he’s right in your ear telling you to cum. It’s all so overwhelming and feels so good you can’t even think of words. “Scream my name.” He says pumping harder. You let out a scream, your vision goes blurry, your mouth stays open but nothing comes out, your body shaking and arching. “Scream my name!” he says loudly in your ear, in the middle of your orgasm you do as he says and scream his name. Chris helps you ride out your high, he backs off you and you’re left there panting still bent over the counter. 

He turns you around so you’re facing him. He leans down and kisses you hard, wanting you to know that he’s in control, he’s the man. Usually you’re against this, you hate the roll of a manly man but when it comes to sex, you do not care. You love being thrown around and obeying whatever he wants. 

“Knees” He says, you listen and drop to your knees. You’re face to face with his hard cock. You look up at him, you put your hand around his base, you slowly suck on his tip. You can hear him let out a low groan. He wants you to go faster, take more but you like to give him a tease. You slowly pump him while you swirl your tongue around his tip. Chris pulls himself out and grabs your cheeks making your mouth stay open. “No teasing” you say looking directly at you in the eyes. You nod your head slightly and he lets go. 

You start bobbing your head up and down, whatever you can’t reach pumping with your hand. You hear a few moans and groans from him which makes you turned on, even more. His hands come down and rests on the back of your head. 

“Ready princess?” He asks with his eyes closed. You nod your head and mumble against his dick. He jerks himself forward making you take all of him at once, you choke and gag. He holds himself there for a few seconds knowing you can handle it. He slowly pulls out and gives it a couple seconds letting you catch your breath. You keep your mouth open knowing he’s going to do it again, and he does. He pushes himself in your mouth again making you deep throat him, you choke and gag again. Your spit is all over your chin and dripping down your chest. You look up at him making eye contact. He loves it, he smirks at you holding in groans. 

“You like feeling daddy’s cock down your throat? Hmm?” he teases “You like when daddy shoves his cock down your throat?” You try to moan but can’t, you send vibrations throughout his cock making him groan “Yeah I know you do.” 

Chris pulls out finally letting you breathe. You take a few seconds catching your breath then go back to bobbing your head up and down his shaft and sucking on his tip. You massage his balls with your free hand, he lets out a low groan. After a while of doing this, you decide to deep throat him again. You hold onto his thighs and push your head down taking all of him, you catch him by surprise. You feel his dick twitch and a loud moan from Chris. He pulls out of your mouth and stands you up.”I want to cum in you” He says, throwing you over his shoulder and taking you upstairs. He gives your ass a few slaps playfully.

He drops you down on the bed carefully, he sits you up so he can take off your shirt that's covered in your own spit, he throws your bra off and throws it somewhere in the room. He climbs on top of you hovering. 

“What do you want me to do?” He asks kissing and nibbling on your neck 

“I want you to fuck me, Daddy” 

“You want me to fuck you? Do you think you deserve to be fucked?” He asks, you feel yourself getting wetter, you clench around nothing, you can feel his tip right at your entrance. 

“No, but I learned my lesson” You say in a whiny tone. You buck your hips trying to move down. He chuckles at you. 

“What’s the lesson?” He asks you still kissing your neck 

“I will never ignore you again, I’ll always answer when you call and text.” 

“Good girl” He says, giving you a kiss on top of your head. Chris moves around trying to get a good position, when he does he slams in and out of you with no warning or adjustment. You scream in pain and pleasure and he grunts feeling how tight your pussy feels around him. He keeps up a fast pace, he lifts your legs and puts them on his shoulder so he can get even deeper. You throw your head back in pleasure. The feeling of him deep inside you finally, feels so good. 

“You feel so good” You moan out to him, he groans for a response. He’s also been waiting for this since this morning. He’s been horny since last night and he was really hoping to fuck you this morning. So when he came home and you weren’t talking to him he was very frustrated, and he's certainly taking it out on you. 

Chris continues to slam in and out of you, you swear you can feel him in your stomach. He hits your g-spot every time, you can feel yourself getting close already. 

“Ah baby, close already?” He teases, he can feel you clenching around him. You nod your head. “You can’t cum until daddy says to, okay?” 

“I don’t know if I can hold it” You say honestly 

“You’re going to or I’m going to stop” You let out a loud groan. You throw your head back on the bed trying not to cum even though you want to even more now. You watch as Chris slams in you, his chest is shining, his hair messed up, his face is full concentration, his muscular arms holding you. Just looking at him can send you to an orgasam. 

“You’re so hot daddy” You say, panting watching him. He looks at you and gives you a small smile. 

“So are you, baby girl” He winks at you feel yourself building and building. You don’t know how long you can wait. Chris’ moans, your moans, the sloppy sex sounds, the panting, Chris being in control. You just want to let go. 

“I’m so close” You whine “I can’t hold it much longer” 

“You have to hold it” He says, pulling out of you. Before you can say anything he lays down and he puts you on top. You line yourself up with him and sit down. Chris pushes you against his chest and holds you there while he slams into you 

“Fuck!” you moan loudly in his ear 

“Fuck baby keep doing that” He says encouraging you. He loves to know he’s making you feel good. You keep moaning loudly, you can’t keep them in anymore. 

“Oh my god” You moan holding on to his sides pulling youself closer down on him “fuck baby” you say just hoping you can cum. “Please, I need to cum” 

“Beg” he says switching his position making him even deeper ang go even faster 

“Daddy please, please let me cum.” 

“Do better” 

Daddy please, let me cum all over your huge dick. Daddy please!” You beg you don’t care that you sound pathetic you really just need to cum. 

“Cum all over daddy’s cock baby” He says as soon as he says cum, you let go. Your vision goes black, your body shakes, your back arches, you have no control, no thoughts, you can’t even make a sound. Chris keeps pounding in and out of you, you feel another high coming on right away. 

“Oh my god” you try to explain but you can’t, words are not forming in your head “Cumming '' is all you can say. Chris pounds in you even harder after you said that. You immediately cum again, screaming his name. Your body is still shaking. You hear Chris groan and moan loudly, you can’t hear or understand anything going because you’re in pure bliss. Chris thrusts into you a few more times, slowly. He lays flat on the bed, you’re still on him, you can feel cum dripping out of you onto his dick. 

“Wow” he says, catching his breath. You just nod, exhausted. After a few minutes Chris takes you to the bathroom and gets you cleaned up. You both lay down together, cuddling. 

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The next day Chris actually took off work to spend time with you, he made a promise that he didn't break. He promised that he would spend more time with you and take you out on dates. You’re happy that you’ll actually get to spend more time with him.

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Hope you enjoyed! Feedback welcomed. Sorry if it’s kinda long I blacked out writing this so lol

[eclipseiz]

𝐎𝐡 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐂𝐚𝐩

pairings : steve rogers/ you (raven)

synopsis : steve was tired of you not following directions

warnings : praise kink, possesive behavior, petnames (cap, baby), fingering, p in v intercourse, raw dogging

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“We have to be sharp tomorrow, this can go many ways, Raven.” Steve, your mission partner said from the other side of your shared hotel room.

Steve and yourself were sent to recon a boat suspected of holding stolen Shield weapons. Much to your distaste it was an overnight mission.

You shook your head clenching your fists before digging in your bag and pulling out a shiny black dress. You had to admit it was scandalous but it's the only party attire in your small closet back at home. 

“Where the hell do you think you're going?” Steve asked with a raised brow, taking a seat on the bed.

Moving towards the bathroom you cracked the door so he could still hear your voice, “There's a bar downstairs i'm gonna check it out.”

Steve tried to pry his glare off the door but he couldn't, “We have an early morning I'd suggest otherwise.”

You pulled the door open, stepping out in the new attire, slipping on some old black heels, “I'm only gonna have a few drinks, survey the area.” you snapped at his authoritative tone, “I'll be back in a few hours.” Without waiting for his reply you pushed the door open and left without another word.

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Sitting at the bar, one leg swung over the other you looked around at the other guests sitting at the bar and tables. Feeling a presence staring at you, you slowly moved your head to the side coming across a handsome man, “Why aren't you a darling thing.” he smiled, “Can I buy you a drink mam?” he drawled out in a southern accent.

Smirking, you rolled your chair to face his leaning figure, “That would be great. Gin martini.” you winked

Placing the order he sat down in the open seat next to you, “Now tell me what's a girl like you sitting here alone for? No boyfriends I gotta worry about, right?” he laughed.

You gave him a light smile, “Nope, just here on business. Thought id come and unwind a little.”

The man slowly leaned in, “I know some things other than alcohol that can help you relax.” he whispered his whisky breath fanning your face.

You winced, “I'm not really here for that.” 

He pulled away, giving you a dirty look, “Then what the hell are you down here dressed like this for? Wanting to lead a guy on? Always the whores like you that-” a hand grabbed his shoulder in a tight grip.

“I suggest you don't finish that sentence.” Steve sneered in between clenched teeth, pulling the man from his chair, “Now what I want you to do is get out of here. Now.”

The man looked like he was going to say something but decided against it after seeing the size of Steve, he had no chance. Throwing cash onto the bar he shot you one last dirty glare before trucking out of the bar.

“Thank y-” you started but was quickly cut off.

“Get upstairs Raven.” he just said before walking back towards the exit. Slowly getting up you met him at the elevator moving inside the confined space

You turned towards him, “Why are you such a hard ass? I was trying to say thank you.”

Steve just shook his head gripping the bars of the elevator tighter, “Maybe if you listened when I told you not to go down there we could have avoided this. Now just shut up for christ sake.”

“Make me Steve,” you said warningly but before you knew it the emergency stop on the elevator was turning on as he caged you against the wall.

He grabbed your cheeks pushing them into one another while the other hand gripped your hip, “Wanna repeat that?”

You clenched your legs together at the desire brewing in the depths of your stomach, “I shad make meh.” you got out as best as possible between your squished cheeks. Steve met your lips in an angry kiss, moving his hands around to grab your ass, in a hard grip, “Am I your first kiss Stevie?” you teased out in a breathful whisper from between your lips.

He let out a dark chuckle, “No but you will be my last.” he smirked before pushing your dress to rest upon your hips, “No panties?” he asked in a raspy tone.

“Maybe I was hoping to get lucky," you joked before gasping out a moan as he used his finger to swirl around the wetness covering your cunt.

He dipped his middle finger into your entrance savoring the way you clenched around his thick finger, “All this for me baby?” he teased, adding a second finger.

All you could do was moan and try to ride his fingers but his hand on your hip didn't allow you to move, “Steve please.”

“Please what baby, cmon’ I know you can say it.” He started pumping his fingers in and out at a faster pace, curling them to hit your g-spot.

“Make me come Cap, please make me come.” you didn't even realize you slipped up before his fingers rushed a white wave around you, making your legs shake as you let out a moan.

“Fuck that was hot.” he said between clenched teeth before undoing his belt and pushing his pants to his ankle, you finished the job by pulling his hard cock from his boxers stroking the length. You went to drop to your knees but he stopped you, “No I have to be inside you when I come.”

Timidly nodding you watch he pushed your legs apart and set the tip of his cock at your entrance making you brace agaisnt the wall, “Fuck me like you hate me Cap.” you smiled from beneath hooded eyes.

“I plan to Raven.” he pushed all the way in making you both let out grunts and moans, “Who’s cock are you drunk off of hmm?” you asked as he began pounding into you, gripping your hips to meet you.

“You, only you Steve.” you moaned.

Steve pressed a finger agaisnt your clit making your pleasure peak as he sped up his thrusts, “That's right baby and as long as i'm around this is the only cock that can get you off.”

“Yes,yes,yes.” you absently squealed out as your second climax approached.

Feeling his balls tighten Steve clenched his teeth, “Come for me baby, you can do it.” you met your lips in a passionate kiss as you both reached your orgasms, letting yourselves to recover with a kiss before separating

He slipped out of you before pulling his boxers and pants back up, helping you with your dress, “Can you walk?” he asked as you wobbled when he clicked the emergency stop off.

You held on the railing but nodded knowing that was far from the truth, in return he picked you up bridal style, “Steve let me go.” you giggled out as he pushed into your room. 

“Never baby.” he smiled before kissing you.

Lets just say that was the best mission you and Steve had completed together.

[rogerswifesblog]

2 - The Devil I Desire

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A/N: hi! The second chapter is here-warning, it’s literally just smut with plot.

Warnings: age gap, Steve is a dick, dom / sub, no safeword discussed, Sir kink, daddy kink, use of good boy/ pretty boy/ little slut, choking , protected sex, anal, anal fingering, size kink, bondage (belt use), subspace, domspace, domdrop (idk what else)

When they entered Steve’s home he helped Bucky take off his jacket and hang it up, doing the same with his own afterwards. „It’s a nice place“, said Bucky, looking around a bit, before letting Steve lead him to the living room.

When they sat down Steve immediately sat closer to Bucky, letting their thighs touch, his arm lazily draped over the couch rest and with that around Bucky.

Not that Bucky minded.

Steve felt warm, solid and smelled incredibly good, rich and sweetly in a way that he couldn’t describe.

“Do you want to have a drink? Maybe something stronger than at the bar?”, the blond asked, watching Bucky shake his head.

For a second Bucky felt a bit anxious. Was Steve trying to fill him up? “It’s fine, I’d rather just…spend a nice time together talking”, he smiled, making Steve internally roll his eyes. God, he really didn’t need to know everything more about Buckys degree or that damn cat that he had been talking about all the time.

No wonder the young man couldn’t find a good partner if he talked about a cat all the time.

But he’d manage to finish what he started. Ha. Finish. That definitely.

On the other way he noticed he couldn’t sweet talk Bucky into bed, which meant he needed a different approach. It might hurt the young man a bit after, but come on, who thinks leaving a bar with someone you just meant ends in a night of talking and not…doing other stuff? He couldn’t really have hoped it’d be something serious. Especially considering the age gap.

A relationship between them would be laughable.

“So, what do you think, when can I meet the famous Almine?” Bucky immediately looked up with a bright smile. “Maybe we can go tomorrow after breakfast to my place and you can meet Alpine”, he pronounced the name a bit slower.

Right. Alpine. Not that Steve needed to remember it.

Once again Bucky pulled out his phone, showing more pictures of alpine dressed in ‘cute Christmas outfits that she got from her auntie Wanda’. “Very sweet.” Steve mumbled, leaning a bit closer to Bucky under the impression of wanting to see the picture better.

When Bucky lifted his gaze his eyes met Steve’s blues, making his own breath hitch quietly. They were so close, the younger man noticed. So close to kiss…

And as if Steve knew what Bucky thought about he leaned forward and kissed him.

Bucky enjoyed it for a moment before collecting his thoughts and moving a bit away. “Steve I…haven’t done such things, I don’t know how-“ “don’t worry, I’ll treat you real good…and tomorrow we’ll go on an official nice date in a really nice restaurant”, he whispered in Buckys ear. “Tho I can’t promise you I’ll wait for the dessert till after the meal”, he bit gently into Buckys earlobe before suckling at it gently.

A quiet moan escaped Buckys lips as he listened to Steve’s words. God, he really tried to be strong. Really tried to resist this man’s charm, but in the end he was the one who pulled Steve back in for another kiss, grabbing at his collar like it was the only thing keeping him from drowning.

Maybe it was.

Steve’s hands slowly roamed along Buckys midsection, before pulling him with one smooth movement over his lap, before deepening the kiss.

His hands grabbed onto Buckys ass, squeezing harshly and making him jump in surprise, accidentally pressing his already hard cock against Steve’s midsection. A raspy chuckl escaped the older mans lips. “I see, you’re not as shy as said in the bar, hm?”, he grinned, slowly kissing down Buckys throat, before pushing up his shirt, taking it off with one smooth motion.

“Hm, how cute…so smooth”, Steve kissed Buckys chest. The younger man looked good. He had some muscles, but still seemed lean with only a little bit of fat around his stomach, but his chest was nicely sculpted. His gaze fell onto his shoulder and then the rest of the arm. Ah. Bucky said he had scars, but he hadn’t expected them to be so bad. A rough texture of scartissue that was-

“So…yeah, welll…”, Buckys whispered a bit anxious and self conscious not knowing what to say while trying to cover himself when he felt Steve’s gaze on himself. The lights were dimmed, but he still felt bad having himself half naked, especially with Steve’s hand slowly stroking from his side to his shoulder. The left one.

But he let him touch the scars. Steve was gentle.

And he could see it in Steve’s eyes-pity, curiosity and also some kind of…interest. Steve wanted to know more about it. But he knew he shouldn’t. He shouldn’t feel interested in Buckys backstory. In Buckys life. He wouldn’t see him again, so why bother?

He grabbed onto Buckys hair and pulled him in for a rough kiss, before standing up with him and walking with Bucky on his hips to the bedroom, while Bucky clinger onto his with his arms and legs, moaning when his hardness pressed against Steve’s body, “where are we-ah”, he gasped in surprise when Steve threw him onto the bed.

Before Bucky could process what was happening Steve unbuttoned his shirt, throwing into onto the floor, doing the same with the white undershirt-not even giving Bucky time to sprechen the view . Jesus. This man looked good in a wife beater shirt-that was impossible. And should be illegal, seeing how huge his biceps looked. Bigger than Buckys head.

But seeing him shirtless was an even better view.

Damn. This guy couldn’t be 40, right? Not with that body…

“You like what you see?”, Steve chuckled confidently, before opening his belt and throwing it onto the bed next to Bucky. Maybe he’d use it too.

Bucky looked at the belt for a moment before back at Steve, blushing a deep red. “Yeah..” “that was a rhetorical question. I know you like it”, he grinned, opening his pants, but not taking it off yet. First he wanted Bucky to be naked.

He leaned over the younger man, opening his pants and pulling them down to his ankles. „Can we kiss again?“, he asked, his cheeks blushing a deep red. Steve chuckled, kneeling onto the bed and kissing Bucky for a moment. He trapped his arms around Steve’s neck, sighing when Steve’s hard crotch pressed against Buckys.

“Please take it off”, Bucky whispered, pushing against Steve’s jeans.

So much for he wasn’t someone who’d have sex after the first meeting, Steve thought amused while taking off his jeans and boxershorts, his hardness not even being able to stand straight from the weight of it.

Bucky swallowed hard, “maybe we can just keep it simple with a bl-“, he thought about his chances of swallowing that dick or choking on it- “with a handjob?”, he decided would be smarter.

Steve only chuckled, wrapping his fingers around his hardness and stroking over his length. “Now come on, underwear off”, he didn’t leave any room for discussions.

Not that Bucky wanted to discuss. Hearing Steves demanding voice was making him…

It was really doing something to him.

“Yes”, he whispered, hesitating before pushing his boxershorts down. His cock was hard and leaking, leaving a pool of pre-cum on his lower belly.

Steve smirked, leaning over him and kissing him on the lips passionately. “From now on you address me with Daddy or sir and nothing else”, he whispered in his ear, biting down on his earlobe till Bucky whined quietly.

“Yes…Sir”, Bucky felt a bit shy saying it out loud, not being use with anything that was happening right now. (Tho he had watched enough porn to know Steve must be seriously into BDSM. He was mostly curious about the belt that was brushing against his thigh.)

Steve let go of his own cock so he could play with Buckys instead. The younger man’s moans were like music to his ears. Even it was only for tonight, he loved pleasing other people. It was always giving him so much pleasure.

„Good boy, looking so pretty“, Steve mumbled, stroking the younger man’s cock a few times, watching him shake beneath his palms.

Before Bucky could come-which he was pretty close to doing-Steve grabbed his hips and turned him around, pulling his hips up in the air, but pushed his head back down when he wanted to lift himself on all fours.

“Steve-I mean Sir-I have never…-“ “I know, I know. Don’t worry. I’ll make it good for you”, he interrupted Bucky, giving him a kiss on his lowerback.

Bucky could hear Steve open the drawer next to his bed before throwing lube and condoms onto the bed. It immediately made Buckys heart pound. So it was really happening? He’d have his first time with a man he met only a couple hours ago?

Tho he really felt like it meant something. Everything they’d done tonight was special. They met for a reason.

A gasp escaped his lips when he felt a lubed up finger rub over his tight ring of muscle, making him shrink away in surprise. Steve clicked with his tongue, “where you goin’ pretty boy?”, he teased while grabbing both of Bucky's wrists and holding them behind his back with one of his hands.

With the other hand he took the belt before wrapping it smoothly around Bucky's wrists. “Good?”, he asked, pulling a bit at the belt, making it even tighter. “G-good”, Bucky answered quietly, feeling completely exposed in this position. He wasn’t able to do anything besides just accepting whatever Steve wanted to do to him.

“Good, Sir”, he repeated, this time adding a quiet Sir at the end like Steve had asked him to do. “That’s good, because I wouldn’t have changed it anyway”, Steve chuckled before slapping Bucky lightly on the butt. It was more like a pat, in his opinion, but Bucky twitched surprised anyway.

He pushed Buckys legs further apart, not seeing the deep red blush that crept onto Buckys face. Steve rubbed more lube along Buckys hole, slowly pressing the tip in, before pulling out again and massing the muscle more. His other hand kneaded Buckys meaty ass. He had such a pretty round peach.

Gasping Bucky pressed his face into the pillow, feeling incredibly exposed and shy-but he wasn’t able to move away from steve…not that he wanted to. Especially not when Steve’s finger pressed deeper into his hole, curling against what seemed to be his prostate.

“Fuck”, he whispered in surprise, precum dripping onto the sheets when Steve started to move his finger, intentionally pressing against his prostate over and over again. It was such an unusual feeling. He had never felt like this before-of course he had tried to finger himself a few times, but he had never managed to find his spot.

When Steve added a second finger Bucky felt like he might burst any minute, even though he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to come without having his cock touched. (Which Steve wanted to achieve of course.)

“Such a good little slut, already drooling”, Steve watched Bucky close his mouth quickly, turning his face into the pillow, only making Steve push against his prostate harder and quicker. “Come on, don’t be shy. Let daddy hear how much you like it”, with that he rubbed against Buckys spot, hearing a quiet moan against the pillow.

Steve knew he should’ve used one more finger to prepare Bucky but he just couldn’t wait anymore to stuff this virgin ass with a real cock. So instead he pulled his fingers from Buckys hole, chuckling when Bucky whined in protest. “Don’t worry sweetheart you’ll soon feel something much better”, with that he ripped a condom open and rolled it over his hard cock.

He stroked himself for a moment before coming closer to Bucky, pressing his tip against Buckys fluttering hole for a moment. But before he could push in he thrusted between Buckys round globes, watching how big his cock looked compared to the counter man’s ass. When he placed his hands over his ass he could grab his cheeks in one hand each, even though Bucky had a nice juicy ass.

Jesus. Bucky wasn’t a small guy-he wasn’t what you’d call a twink, he had some muscles, some fat and was quite tall…and yet Steve was huge compared to him.

And Bucky felt it too. He knew Steve could pin him with his body weight. Cover him completely with his broad frame. And with those arms? He could choke him with his bicep.

Then he felt Steve’s tip pushing into his hole, not stopping until his thighs were flush with Buckys. Even though he tried to do it slow, Bucky was panting and shaking just from this alone. Fuck. He was so responsive.

“Good little slut…so hungry for my cock. This virgin ass is taking me like a champ. Like you were made for me”, he moaned while slowly starting to move, listening to Buckys quiet whines and moans, “already cock drunk baby? Can’t talk?”, he chuckled deeply, quickening his peace when Bucky didn’t answer but only drooled over his pillow.

He grabbed onto Buckys wrists with one while holding his hips with the other one, this way he was able to move Bucky against his own hips movements, pounding him even harder than before, slowly losing himself in pleasure. “Feels so good”, Bucky whined, not even noticing it himself.

“Yeah, I can tell. Look at your pretty cock. Making a mess all over the sheets, so good for me”, he moaned, grabbing Buckys hips harder. Both of them could tell it’ll leave bruises but they didn’t care.

Bucky didn’t care about anything anymore. It’s like his brain was…mush. He had no idea when it had happened. Or what had happened, but he wasn’t thinking about anything anymore. He was just enjoying everything. The tightness of Buckys hole, his quiet whines whenever he grazed his prostate.

Fuck. It felt so good. And Bucky was so sweet, shaking and drooling over his pillow, sometimes biting into the material.

When Steve felt close to coming he grabbed Buckys throat, pulling him up with one hand and pounding into him harder, quicker, while still holding his neck and squeezing more.

And Bucky took it. He couldn’t do anything else. Just take whatever Steve wanted to give him-and it was a lot. “Come for daddy, little slut”, Steve grunted under his breath, wrapping his free hand around Buckys hard cock and stroking it quickly.

Bucky slowly felt dizzy from the lack of oxygen and blood flow from how strong Steve was squeezing his throat, using and moving him like a living sex toy. It made his brain even foggier than it had already been-making him not noticing his own orgasm.

Mewling Buckys cum shot all over the sheets and himself, somehow even hitting his chin. He felt overstimulated when Steve kept on stroking and squeezing his cock, but he couldn’t even say anything, already feeling how he was close to blacking out, “fuck, so good for daddy”, Steve moaned, letting go of Bucky and pushing his head into the pillow, now chasing his own orgasm.

His thrusts made the whole bed shake, the squelch and sound of skin slapping against each other filling the room. “My perfect boy toy”, Steve moaned, watching his own cock disappear in Buckys puffy hole, abused from the rough fucking. And Bucky was still sweetly whining from pleasure.

“M gonna fill your pretty ass till you’ll be leaking”, Steve wasn’t even listening to his own words anymore, not noticing what he was saying at all, since it didn’t make much sense-but in his foggy brain it was all he was thinking about. Filling Bucky. Making him his. Marking him. Bucky was his. Only his. He didn’t even see the barrier of the condom between them anymore-he just wanted to come.

His mouth fell open in a silent moan when he finally reached his peak, still pounding into Bucky before dropping his whole weight over Bucky, covering him with his broad frame, panting and leaving kisses against Buckys neck behind. “So good”, he whispered, only now feeling the younger man’s wrists still being tied behind his back.

He undid them quickly, but not even moving away from him for a second. Bucky sobbed quietly while Steve kissed all over his neck and back, comforting the younger man in a way. “So, so good for daddy”, he whispered into his dark hair, slowly pulling out, quickly throwing the condom into the trash can next tk the bed, before laying onto his back and pulling Bucky over himself. He didn’t care about the mess between them. He didn’t care about anything.

He didn’t even want Bucky to leave.

So he didn’t say anything. Actually…he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to say anything, he just whispered comforting words into Buckys hair while hearing him still sob against his chest. “You did so well. So perfect…perfect for daddy”, he kissed Buckys forehead, now feeling his own eyes being filled with tears.

Steve had no idea what was happening to him. Everything was so much. Too much. He wrapped his arms tighter around Bucky, pulling him even closer against his chest, Buckys tears wetting his skin.

Feeling Buckys tears only made Steve’s tears pour quicker over his cheeks. He felt awful. And incredibly good. He didn’t know what he was feeling.

He didn’t even know why he cared about Buckys well-being. It was only sex-but it was-but-fuck

Steve let out a quiet sob against Buckys hair. He felt like he had hurt him, like it was all too much-especially since it was Buckys first time. Fuck. He had messed up.

But he shouldn’t care about it. Why did he care about how Bucky felt?

But then Bucky looked up at him with his teary eyes, pupils blown wide and a goofy smile on his lips before kissing Steve softly. “Thank you Daddy”, he whispered, quickly hiding his face against Steve’s neck.

Even though it was a lot, Bucky felt euphoric. He had never felt as good as he did now. He felt light. Loved. Cared for.

Steve was holding him in a tight hug, kissing and whispering sweet nothings in his hair, while they slowly fell into a deep sleep.

Steve never let anyone stay the night at his place after a one night stand. He really hadn’t planned to make an exception, but…it just happened.

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Covered in White

MaleAvengers x Fem!Reader

Summary: After stressful missions, the men want to de-stress and empty themselves and you are the perfect candidate to help them do that. 

Male Avengers in this story: Tony Stark, Steve Rodgers, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Peter Parker, Clint barton. 

Warnings: smut, bondage, buttplug, masturbating, cum eating, vaginal, oral (m receiving), kidnapping, voyeurism, praise, pet names, Stockholm Syndrome.

Tell me if I missed any warnings.

Idk what this is. It's certainly not my best work. Maybe I'll delete this later, maybe not. This is more like a short story made out of shorter stories. Nevertheless, Enjoy!

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Clint had been sent on a mission to a Hydra base to gather useful information when he first saw you. You were one of the Hydra scientists The Avengers were after. The moment the men saw a picture of you they knew they wanted to have you to fulfill their needs. Clint got the information he needed and then decided to wait for you to leave the base. A little after midnight you walked outside, but before you got to your car an electronic arrow struck your face and knocked you out. Clint picked you up and put you in the jet. When he had you strapped tied on one of the chairs he sends out a message to the guys with a picture of your sleeping form. Looking back at you one more time with a dark look, he started the jet and flew back to the compound. "Time to bring you to your new home."

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The sunlight peeking through the curtains woke you up. When you opened your eyes you had no idea where you were. In a slight panic, you hadn't noticed that your hands and feet were bound to each post of the bed and that you were completely bare. When you did though a scream left your mouth. Clint, Steve, Bucky, Tony, Sam, and Peter were watching you through the hidden cameras. "Shall we officially welcome our prisoner, boys?" Clint asked his teammates before walking towards your chamber.

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After your captors explained what they were gonna do to you, you tried to scream for help, but to no avail. The room you were locked up in was soundproof. They said to you that this punishment was better than getting sent off to a horrible prison like the rest of the Hydra scientists they found at the base you worked at. "Maybe you will end up liking it, doll," Bucky said to you darkly before leaving the room followed by the rest. From that day they would come in unannounced to destress in or on you. Sometimes alone, other times together.

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Tony Stark

Tony came in one day after he had a pretty rough mission. He was angry and wanted to get rid of it before he went home to his wife and daughter. After getting rid of his pants and boxers he straddled your chest. The tip of his hard cock was covered in pre-cum. "You are gonna suck me dry until I'm satisfied, and don't you dare use your teeth. I will cut your toes off one by one if you do that. Do you understand, mutt?" "Yes." "Yes, who?" One of the rules you had to follow now you were their prisoner was calling them by their title. "Yes, Master." A dark smirk plastered on his face, "Good girl." He took your face in between his hands, "Open up." When you had opened your mouth to the fullest he pushed his cock inside till it was fully in and reaching the back of your throat, making you gag a little. "Your mouth feels so good on my cock." Tony started to move his head up and down. "Use your tongue, don't hold back. I know for sure that you know how to please a man with that mouth of yours. Prove it, or you will be punished." He let go of your head so you could move on your own. Licking his shaft, you murmured around his cock to send vibrations, which makes him moan. "Yes, like that. Don't stop." Looking up at him you saw that he had thrown his hand back. Feeling the throbbing of his cock you speeded up your pace. "I'm gonna cum," he warned before he spurted his load into your mouth. Before getting off of you he forced you to swallow his cum, which he watched you do with darkness in his eyes. "Till next time, pet." He walked out of the room after he had dressed back up again and locked the door behind him.

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Bucky & Steve 

Bucky and Steve always came together. They had won a fight against a small army of Hydra soldiers and they wanted to celebrate that. They freed you from your ropes, knowing that you couldn't escape, and manhandled you on all fours. When they both were naked they took their position. Steve kneeled in front of you, slapping his huge cock against your cheek, ordering you to open, which you did and Bucky kneeled behind you and inserted his stiff member into your behind. "Good girl, taking both of our cock so good." Steve grabs ahold of your hair and stuffs more of his cock into your mouth. Bucky's grip on your hips tightened. "Feels good, doesn't it, doll?" Steve pulls your mouth off of his cock so you can answer, "Yes, sir," before putting it back in. "Gripping me tight, you're milking me dry. Are you cumming, bud?" "I'm almost there. Her mouth feels so good around me." Your walls start to clench around Bucky his cock. He picks up his pace more, chasing his orgasm. "Prepare yourself, sweets. I'm cumming," Steve moans. When he spills into you, you feel Bucky's cum paint your other hole. They moan in a union. Bucky rides out his orgasm en with these few thrusts you feel your approaching. "Come on my cock, doll. Let us see how good we fucked you." Your wetness started dripping alongside your tighs. "That's a good Dollie. Look at the mess she made, Steve," Bucky smiled at his pal. After they both withdrew from you and made sure that you had swallowed Steve his load they laid you back on your back again tying you back to the bed, but not before putting a blue plug in between your asscheeks. They both kissed you on your head before dressing up and heading out. "Sleep tight, princess."

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Sam Wilson

Sam loved fucking into your ass. He mostly came to you after training sessions. Your feed would be freed, but your hands would still be bound to the bed. He flipped you around and pulled your ass up in the air. "Good to see you ready to take me, baby girl," he said when he admired the blue buttplug before slowly pulling it out. Bucky's cum started dripping out onto your legs. You felt the bed dip behind you. The feeling of Sam spanking your ass a few times, admiring the firmness of it made you moan. "Are you ready to take daddy?" "Yes, daddy. I'm ready. Put your cock in me, I want it in me, please." "good girl, so well-behaved. Trying to escape the first weeks, but now begging to be fucked by your owners." Sam grinned when he finally grabbed your ass and pushed himself inside of you in one swift motion. He didn't wait long before setting a brutal pace. You repeated his title over and over again with each thrust. "Take your daddy's cock, baby. Gripping me real tight. Daddy loves his sweet girl." Sam wouldn't be satisfied with one orgasm. He would give himself and you multime until he decided it was enough. Today you both got 7 orgasms before he stopped. After admiring your ass with his dripping seed he pushed the plug back in. "You were a good girl for daddy today, baby."

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Clint Barton 

Clint made you kneel in front of him in between his legs, with your hands tied behind your back. He was obsessed with your big breasts. The moment he first laid eye on you he started to fantasize about fucking them. Now his fantasies will become reality. His cock stood proud in between his legs. He grabbed your breasts and pushed his member in between them, moaning at the soft feeling of your skin. Slowly he started to move. "God, that feels good. Even better than I imagined. Laura would never let me do this to her." When he felled his orgasm approach he fastened his pace. "Open your mouth, hun. I'm gonna cum." The tip of his cock was aimed at your open mouth. He spurted his load and except for a few drops, everything went into your mouth. "Let me see your filled mouth, baby." The sight of his white juices floating in your mouth made him moan. "Swallow." You did. The drops that didn't land in your mouth made their way down your chest in between your boobs. "This will definitely happen again, sweets."

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Peter Parker

Peter was a little shy the first time he went to you, but the moment he saw you lying naked, tied down, and at his mercy all that was gone. After he had to get rid of his clothes he stood before the bed, slowly stroking his long cock in his hand, watching you. When he felt ready he laid on top of you and sweetly kissed your lips, before taking his tip in his hand and inserting himself inside you. His pace was slow but with hard thrusts, making you feel every hit on your G-spot. "You feel so good, baby." He said sweetly in between thrusts. Taking one of your nipples inside his mouth, while pinching the other with his hand. "I'm cumming, are you gonna cum?" You nodded. "Words, baby, I want words." "Yes, Mr. Parker, I'm cumming." "Good, I want to cum together." And so you did. Your juices mixed inside you. The feeling made your eyes roll back. Peter let you ride out your orgasm before kissing your lips again and sliding out of you. "See you after my math test tomorrow, baby." He smiled at you before leaving in his spiderman suit.

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Tony, Bucky, Steve, Sam, Clint, Peter

There were moments when all of them came in together. This happened mostly when they were sent on the same hard mission. You were ordered to kneel in the middle of the room. They all stood naked in a circle around you, pumping their cocks. One by one they covered you with their loads covering you in white. Your face, breast, stomach, well almost every part of you was covered with their seed. After all of them were finished they took some pictures for the group chat and left you, still covered with juices to wait for one of them to use you again. And honestly, you started to kinda enjoy being their cumrag. You were a little curious about the female Avengers though. Did they know about this? Did they also have a toy like you? You didn't get to wonder about it for too long when the door to your chamber opened and the ones you were just thinking about walked in.

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Chapter 7 - Breakfast

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“So?” Bucky asked “Would you like to come down for breakfast or do you want me to bring something up for you?”

“I really should try and make an effort” you smiled.

After you had dressed Bucky held out his arm “Ready?” he asked.

“Not at all” you stated,  grabbing his elbow and letting him lead you down to the kitchen.

As you approached the kitchen you could hear the voices coming from within.  You felt your breath catch in your throat and you stopped. 

“Hey, we don't have to do this “Bucky tried to comfort you.

“I want to” you replied “I need to” you tried to calm your breathing.

As you entered the room Wanda exclaimed “Y/n thank goodness you’re here I could do with the help “

“You don't have to go “Bucky whispered.

“It’s okay” You squeezed his arm gently, but if I scratch the tip of my nose you better come save me” you whispered as you walked away, and all he could do was chuckle as you walked away.

As you walked towards Wanda she hugged you tightly “Making pancakes for this lot is exhausting she laughed “ but I wouldn’t have it any other way” She smiled.

“You do this every day?” you asked in disbelief.

“Oh no” she laughed “Twice a month,  we try and get together as a team and believe me that’s enough”

As you and Wanda worked together in the kitchen you glanced over to Bucky who seemed to be having some kind of disagreement with Steve. But your thoughts were cut off when Wanda examined “I think we have finally made enough for everyone” she smiled at you.

You helped her bring everything over to the table and the whole team settled down.

Bucky saved a seat between him and Steve and as he bit into a pancake he leaned into you “Doing okay doll?”

“I’m okay James,” you said lowly.

“You know y/n,  these are some of the best pancakes I have had,” Steve said, making you blush.

“Thank you, Captain Rodgers,” you said quickly not entirely sure what was happening.

“Steve please” he smiled down at you.

As breakfast finished you felt overwhelmed and made your way to Wanda and Nat

“I’m so sorry,  but I really need to go” you whispered.

They looked at you concerned and releasing your social battery had run low they shouted to the rest of the team, “Right,  Wanda and Y/n made breakfast so everyone else is on cleaning duty” Then they each linked an arm and walked you to your room.

“I’m so sorry“ you began.

“Nope you don’t get to say that,  you did such a great job today,  it’s gonna take time“ Nat replied nudging you and smiling.

The three of you sat in your room chatting for a while,  then came a knock on the door.

“Come in” Nat shouted.

Bucky cautiously opened the door, “Hey just wanted to make sure you were okay,  but I see you in good hands” As he went to leave Wanda shouted to him “Hey Buck,  Nat and I have some things to do you want to sit with our girl here”

he looked at you looking for reassurance. When you nodded and smiled at him, he quickly replied “Of course” his eyes never leaving yours, matching your smile.

Nat nudged you and laughed “We are so talking about this later”

When they left he plopped himself down on your bed “So what we watching doll?”

“I’m thinking Jason and the Argonauts “ you replied “What do you think?”

“Perfect” he answered and lay on the bed beside you.

As you settled in a knock came at the door and you looked at Bucky surprised.

“Who is it?” he asked.

“Steve” came the answer and Bucky groaned “What do you want punk?”

“James” you scolded”

Steve opened the door showing a bottle of wine and a few glasses “I heard you were watching a movie thought I could bring refreshments”

“Of course” you smiled and he made himself comfortable on the bed handing you each a glass.

“Are you sure?” you asked.

“What do you mean, Are we sure what?” Steve asked looking very confused.

You lowered your head, realising what you had done.

“I’m sorry” you replied quietly “just habit I guess” hoping they wouldn’t ask any more questions.

“Doll,  what is it?” Bucky softly asked squeezing your thigh lightly “You can tell us.”

“I just always needed permission to drink alcohol,” you said feeling so embarrassed and ashamed.

“Well you don’t need permission from us” Steve replied trying to make you feel better but you could tell there was an underlying hint of anger there. 

“Sorry,” you replied,  annoyed you had made him angry.

“Y/n we could never understand what you went through or what John did to you but we never want you to apologise to us just for asking a question, Am I clear?”

“Yes Captain Rodgers” you nodded lightly.

Steve leaned down so he could whisper in your ear “You know Y/n  if you keep calling me Captain Rodgers I’m not going to be responsible for what happens next” he smiled mischievously at you. All you could do was swallow and nod and let your imagination decide what he meant.

Steve sat up “ Right are we ready to watch this movie and he poured the wine into the glasses.

“Thank you Steve this is very sweet” you smiled up at him.

“No problem at all princess “ he replied squeezing himself up against your side making you very aware you were now trapped between the two men..... WAS IT ALWAYS THIS HOT IN THE ROOM.

[sirennbabyy]

Tease x Steve rogers

You clawed at the red satin sheets, moans leaving your mouth, eyes rolling in the back of your head. Your brain stopped functioning minutes ago, you didn't know how much time went by with him fucking you.

The bed shook at the hard movement of Steve, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he pounded into you from behind, sweat dripping from your back.

"God your cunt feels so good, how can you still be this tight? After all this time with my fat cock fucking your every chance I get" Steve voice rang out, making you clench around him.

"Oh, you like me talking like that telling you how much a slut you are for my cock how I'm going to make you sit on it all day or have you on your knees with my cock down your throat" Steve grips my hair pulling me up, so my back is on his chest, and I'm almost impaled on his fat cock, but I still want more from him...

[1800jjbarnes]

◇ 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟕: 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 ◇

A Gift To You

【Synopsis】 : Your sweet boyfriend wanted to share a soft moment with you. But your neediness had other plans. So he decided to take matters into his own hands.

『W.C』 :  915

-> Genre: Ceo Au. Suggestive. Fluff.

Pairing: CEO!Steve x F.Reader 

[Warnings] : Teasing. Clit stimulation. Clit play. Thigh riding. Humping. Some use of fingers. Pet names. Vibrating panties.

Masterlist | Kinktober List

There were two simple rules you had to obey whenever you were in the office with Steve. One, always sit on his lap or couch, wherever he could have contact with your body. And two stay quiet unless told otherwise. You see, your lover boy was a very busy man, and normally, if you came over to his work space, it was to drop off food or simply be in his company. But this time, you had headed over to his dimly lit office for another reason. A reason you would normally wait until he was home to ask for. But tonight was different. Tonight, you needed him so badly that you felt like you were going to combust.

So here you sit, perched so quietly on his lap while his fingers click on a keyboard behind you on the desk, and his other hand rakes the mouse at a vigorous pace. You tried to be still and not disturb him, but you couldn’t help but just re-adjust yourself every so often. Wiggling your hips side to side, raking your hands along his shoulders. You were losing willpower fast, and Steve seemed to take notice.

But he wanted to tease you a bit, or in this case, torture you a little. He loved seeing you squirm and become all shy when asking for what you wanted. And in this situation, he, too, was craving for the perfect attention. He quickly went back to touching up the emails he made before closing down everything.

He paused for a moment, thinking back at the way you stomped into the room in your cute little outfit he had bought for not long ago, huffing for cuddles―even though he knew you wanted more than a simple hug―. He thought of a new idea, one that would get you begging for him. So as he finished up his work, after what felt like an eternity. He could finally give his attention to you. “I wanna show you something.” His deep voice suddenly caught your attention, leaning up to see what he wanted.

He leant over to his draw on his desk to pull out a remote.

His smirk never fell from his face as he adjusted himself on the chair so you would only sit on one of his thighs. you didn’t notice the sudden position, thinking it was nothing more than him trying to be comfortable. But when he pressed a button on the little pink remote, you knew the filth he had done.

He had asked you to wear this new lingerie set for him, and you thought nothing about it. But little did you know, the panties we vibrating ones.

His hands dance around your hips as you close your eyes to bask in the music around you. He took this moment to lift up your skirt seeing your pink panties wet against his dark jeans. You didn’t even notice him pull your skirt up until his thumb made contact with your clit making the vibrationhit you harsher. “Like the gift huh?”

Your eyes snap open, locking with his in a second. Your brows scrunched, gulping slightly at the sensation. His free hand gripped your hips tightly, pulling you back, then forth, in a way that sends pleasure through your system. “Show me how much you like them.”

You start grinding your hips without the need of Steve, bracing yourself on his shoulders. Your little pants started to fill the room alongside the low-based song. You could feel your pussy clench around nothing as your humps got quicker. His thumb didn’t move off it’s spot, letting you use not only his thick thigh but his large thumb for stimulation alongside the low vibration. Eyes rolling back, you found the perfect pace, losing yourself trying to reach your climax. Steve could tell you were going to come any second so without another moment his lips latched onto your neck, sucking a hard purple mark along your jugular that you are going to have to explain to your friends tomorrow.

“S-stev—, Fuck…” Your brain was in scrambles, and you couldn't get even a single sentence out before moaning or whimpering soon after. You were so close just a little further, your grinding so harsher and harsh, needing the blissful release, and when Steve clenched his thigh, you lost it. Coming so hard, you saw stars. He finally moved his hand away from your clit, letting you exhale a shaky breath. He wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you close into a tight embrace. He switched the vibration off shortly afterwards, now bringing silence into the room, with slightly panting and heavy heartbeats.

“So I’m assuming you liked the gift.” He asked, making you giggle sightly before leaning up to kiss his cheek with a goof smile painting both your and his features.

“Yes, I love it…”

[moodybroodybuchanan]

Summary: Based on the song “Scotty Doesn’t Know” by Lustra. Reader has been dating Steve Rogers for a year, but keeping a secret with his twin brother Ransom, too.

Pairings: Reader x Ransom Drysdale, Reader x Steve Rogers

Warnings: infidelity, rough sex, exhibitionism (Steve is unaware though), hair pulling, oh so much dirty talk, a moment of face slapping, unprotected sex

Word count: ~500 words

[thewriterg]

♡︎turning tables♡︎

Pairing(s): Steve Rodgers x Fem!reader, Steve Rodgers x heretic!reader (siphon witch + vampire)

Summary: Steve was the love of your life but sometimes he could get a little reckless and forget who’s in charge… but for that you had absolutely no problem reminding him —kinktober;day 5—

Word count: 1.9k+

Warning(s): Mommy!kink, slight degrading, orgasm denial, pet names, peak of bondage (just a little bit), reader using her powers *wink, dirty talk, and language

A/n: —GIF isn’t mine— I kept dozing off while making this school EXHAUSTS ME REPEATEDLY

"Mmm Mmm none of that sweetheart you don't hide from me understand" Steve grabbed Your chin while also searching for any doubt in your eyes when and when he found none and the you nodded in reassurance the both of you were laying on the soft mattress Steve preparing kisses down your abdomen

Your back arced off the bed as Steve kissed you down to your folds but not quite where she needed him to

"Do you trust me Y/n?"

"With my life"

"Good, then be a good girl and let me show you how you should be treated properly, can you do that? " The super soldier questioned grinning harder than a child on Christmas

You’ve never felt so submissive so not in control you couldn't tell if you loved or hated it but by the way you felt her repeatedly pooling it wasn't so bad

Without warning Steve slid two of his thick fingers inside of you above him he already began to feel your walls build around him before he lifted up your legs letting the super soldier get better access first he started of slow and careful then his movements becoming faster and ruthless you swore you just couldn’t seem to keep your back side on the bed

"Patience sweetheart" Steve smirked before he hear you chuckle below him

All of a sudden Steve was below you in the position that You were just in before your hand made its way up his body before wrapping it around his neck making a tsk tsk noise

"Oh darling we have to get that recklessnesses out of you" Your tone was thicker and y/e/c eyes could've been mistaken for black before you started kissing down Steve's neck and below his jawline scraping your fangs along his Adam's apple this bringing the soldier into a groaning state

"Sweetheart, please don't tease" Steve pleaded while practically shivering at your touch your hand was cold yet soft while your nails softly trailed up and down his chest

"It doesn't feel good, does it baby boy?" You begin to question the squirming super soldier under you grinding on the area where he needed you the most Steve swore he could've cum with just your words

"Please just take of my pants baby, please" The super soldier pouted and whined and eventually you gave in without even looking up from Steve's neck before rolling your wrists and fingers the grey sweatpants were gone like they were never there

Steves hands found there way to Your waist Instead of sitting on Steve's cock you had begin to sit just above his v-line and went right back to kissing and nibbling at his neck

he did not react well to that

Steve became a whimpered,moaning mess under you, your arousal was dripping down on either side of his stomach and he’d started to buck his hips into the air trying to get any type of friction on his growing cock

You slightly lifted your hips still scraping your fangs across Steves neck when he began thrusting his hips in the air even further but you had lifted your hips up even more to the point where she were on all fours Towering over the super soldier as he started to whine at the sight of the girl above him

"You want me to touch you Baby?" You questioned the pleading super soldier under you

"Yes sweetheart, please touch me" Steve didn't even understand what you were asking of him and in the moment he could care less

"Beg me"

"Wh- what" The brunette stuttered over his own words confused on what exactly you were asking him to do

"You heard me darling beg me to touch your cock" Now You were kissing down the super soldiers chest but no further waiting for his response when he didn't give her one she didn't take that well

"Come on Steve I don't have all day" Your hand was now wrapped around Steves neck making the super soldier whine louder

"Please fuck me honey I'm so desperate, I'm so desperate for you to fuck me" Steve begged and pleaded

"You could've just asked love" You teased before Connecting your lips with his You wrapped your hand around Steves cock before beginning to lazily stroke him while Steve moaned into your mouth

Suddenly you were leaning back to sit on the super soldiers upper thighs your cunt dripping down your thighs and against his better judgment Steve reaches down to collect some of the slick bringing his fingers up to his lips his tongue going circles around his fingers whimpering at the taste

Gazing down at the super soldier You began to grind against his cock while kissing him roughly while Steve gasped under you at the contact

Working your mouth and tongue from his mouth back down to his neck you could hear his artery practically pulsing From his neck It took all of your willpower for You to -painfully slowly- work your way down Steve's body before you’d suddenly once again pulled away and went back to Steve's mouth your left hand now on his cheek while your right hand worked its way down his toned, tensed body

"So sensitive baby boy" You’d kissed the super soldier once more jerking his cock slowly just to feel him squirm under you’d once again stopped your movements before Steve could let out a whine of protest you spoke

"I want you to fuck my hand" You told him with a simple sturdy voice like simply asking what the weather was Steves eyes widened and was a bit hesitant but agreed with a simple nod desperate for the release you’d wapped your hand around his cock Steve winced at the contact before he started thrusting his hips up and down of the bed slowly looking at the Heretic beside him as he did so chewing the cracked skin of his pink lips

The longer he thrusted, the faster he went, the more Steve lost hit rhythm You were biting your own lips watching your little boy fuck your hand like a dog in heat it was more than hot it was beautiful, beautiful to watch your little pup thrust his hips getting himself off with beads sweat running down his forehead and his lips slightly parted making the most beautiful moans like music as the sun glowed over his chest making a diagonal line to his v-line it was a beautiful sight

He was so close and He knew you could tell he was breathing heavy and he was suddenly quiet from screaming her name and his pretty moans But just as he starts to still the Heretic was taking her hand away the results coming out to be Steve groaning in agony

"Just look at you" You purred dragging your hand up and down his flexing thighs He whimpered at the touch desperate for your hands to move anywhere else

"You know it's such a power to have someone stronger and older than me at my mercy like this a super soldier no less" You darkly chuckled looking over your work

Steve couldn’t help but moan at your words looking down from where you’d knelt on the bed

"Put your hands behind your head" You demanded while the soldier without another thought put his hands together and rested them against the wall and above the headboard

Steve was confused at first you began to move your hands while a small light transformed into a ball of energy your eyes sparking an electric red and his confused eyes were quickly turned into admiration

While you passed the ball of glowing crimson energy from both of your palms to your fingertips while flicking the energy towards Steves wrist and the once red energy wrapped itself along his wrist red glowing chains vandalized them preventing him from moving his arms Steve let out a breath with a small smile

"You're incredible" He stated looking at you like you’d created the seven realms of fate and for the first time You'd let out an actual giggle

"You're making me blush Darling " The seductive tone was back.

"I'm gonna ride you and you're gonna talk back to me I wanna hear how fucking desperate and needy you are for me to completely ruin you. Do you understand me baby?"

Steves lips parted while his eyes rolled into the very back of his head as You’d began to roll your hips enjoying the feeling of being filled It wasn't long before you’d realized that he wasn't talking Without saying anything her hand went

"Talk to me Darling be a good boy and tell me how it feels"

"I love it! I love it how you completely dominate me Mommy "

"You want me to keep teasing you baby?" You warned the super soldier beneath you slowing down your hips

"Mmm no Mommy please! I like how you mark my neck! And Chain me like your property" You couldn’t help but let out a breathy moan hearing about how well you were doing you’d might be pretty dominant but Jesus fucking Christ was your weak spot was praise -Which didn't go unnoticed by Steve how your hips hips stuttered-

"Mmm’ gonna cum for you mommy. Please keep riding my cock like a fucking goddes" Steve encouraged you

"Please sweetheart! Please let me cum you're s-so good to m-me" Steve suddenly got quiet before starting to whine louder than he had all night trying to bury his cock even further into your cunt while your weren’t far behind

All it took for You was for that last line of praise that fell from Steve's pink rosy lips for your stomach to tense and to let out one last deep Moan before you followed Steve and riding out your newfound high

Your head fell limp against the super soldiers bare collarbone breathing heavily and uneven you lifted your head slightly hair sticking to your forehead while pressing a light feather kiss on his shoulder

Oh how You enjoyed turning tables

[moiravim]

Kinktober Day 3/7

Fingering with Steve Rogers

You and Steve have only known each other for a few weeks now but every time you see each other you become closer and closer. It's obvious to everyone that the two of you like each other. You both openly flirt and can become very touchy with each other. Expecially for people who have known each other for less than 3 months. Last night Steve had invited you on a date which would take place in 4 hours. You were nervous to go but hoped that it would be more than just a date. When you start to get dressed you make sure to wear cute set of lingerie under your clothes just in case. As you get ready for your date you kept wondering if you were over thinking this all. You have never even kissed yet. Why would something more happen on a first date. Now you were over thinking if you even want to go. What if he doesn't actually like you and you embarrass yourself? Either way you force yourself to get ready and go to where you planned on meeting him. The date was perfect. He payed for the two of you to go to a fancy dinner. Afterwards you both went to a park and walked for over an hour. You both started running together when it started to rain. The two of you laughed while bumping into each other while running to shelter. When you got back to Steve's room you shivered. You didn't expect it to be this cold when you got inside. As you take your clothes off you turn around to see Steve walking out of the bathroom. You look at him with a face of shock as he smiles at you. He grabbed you by your waist, kissing your neck as he lifted you onto his bed. He rubbed his hands on your waist, kissing your cheek. He got into bed and placed himself behind you. He sweetly puts his hands on each of your thighs slowly going towards your center. "May I...?" He asks. You gasp, shaking your head yes. He rubs your core with his thumb as he starts to push his finger into you. He slowly pulls in finger out and back in as you start to squirm. He starts to go faster, making an even pace. As you come on his fingers he kisses your neck and holds you close. When you finish he kisses your cheek once more before getting up to clean you. He comes back with a warm wash rag and helps you clean yourself. He lays you in bed and lays beside you.

[marvels-baby]

requests for ALL marvel characters are open !!

including the tv shows, especially agents of shield

I just made this side blog to my main @mrsstarkey1 because i want to have a blog dedicated to marvel !!

i wrote a couple marvel fics on my other blog - check them out!!

nice to meet you || peter parker

daddy? sorry || peter parker

message me to be mutuals ! i need some marvel fandom friends

[acriminalmind]

Shuttle Run Test

Gym Teacher Steve Rodgers x Male Student Reader

Summary: You should have done the shuttle run test because then you would have discovered that you don't have the condition to outrun your gymnastic teacher, mister Rodgers.

Warnings: Darkfic, Manhunt through school, TopDom Steve Rodgers, blood non-con, smut, anal, oral, masturbating, cum feeding, degradation, slight praise, Master kink, pet names, manipulating, dirty talk, nude photo's, mentions of the shuttle run test for those who hate them just as much as I do.

Let me know what you think.

Enjoy!

When you heard that during the next gym class, your class was due for the annual shuttle run test the decision of skipping that particular lesson had been one of the easiest you had ever had to make. You loathed running. Every time you saw someone in sports clothes run down the street where you live you thought that they were out of their damn mind. Not in a million years would you voluntarily run. If you would be in one of those horror movies where a random dude with a hockey mask was trying to murder you with a butcher knife it would be a very short one. The only thing you get out of running is pain in your feet. After the lesson you had before gym class, you packed your stuff out of your locker and walked out of the building towards your car and drove off to your favorite cafe.

When the sun had almost completely disappeared behind the buildings across the street you decided to go home, but not before you bought a piece of apple pie to go for your mom.

After you plopped down on your desk chair and logged in on your laptop you saw you had a new mail. Opening it you saw it was from your gym teacher mister Rodgers. He had noticed your absence in his class and wanted you to come by after class the next day to talk about you skipping his class and the consequences that it will bring you. You grunted at the message of the man you did not enjoy having as a teacher. In every one of his classes you attended, it felt like he purposely wanted you to fail. Others told you you were seeing things because someone like him would never do that. Just your luck that the teacher you hated was the one everyone else loved. The guys wanted to be him and the girls wanted to be with him. Every time you walked past a group of girls who were giggling about some inappropriate remark about mister Rodgers you wanted to hit your head against the lockers.

When you were done complaining to yourself you took notice that it was almost midnight and you probably should go to bed and try to sleep a few hours before your alarm would wake you up again for another miserable day at school.

-

The day went by fast. Taking a look at the clock in the right corner of the room you saw the current lesson you were in would only last around five more minutes before the bell would ring, signing to everyone that it was finally weekend.

Not for you at least. No, you still had to go to mister Rodgers to have an unwanted talk.

-

While everyone walked towards the exit, you walked in the opposite direction. After every step you took, the sounds of laughter and talking from your fellow students became quieter until everything became dead silent and only your footstep echoing through the long hallways and the buzzing sounds of the light could be heard.

When you arrived at mister Rodgers's office his door was closed. After knocking on the door you waited for his answer to come in which didn't last long. He was seated on his chair behind his desk, dressed in the gym clothes he wore in his classes. With his hand, he signaled for you to sit on the seat across from him. A sigh left your mouth when you did. For a few minutes, he was completely silent while he looked you up and down with dark eyes. His lurking eyes on you started to make you uncomfortable and you really wanted to go home so you cleared your throat in the hope he would say what he wanted to say to you. "You've been a bad boy, y/n. The shuttle run test is mandatory for all students and as far as I know, you're still one. Skipping it will not go unpunished." He stood up from his seat and walked until he stood behind you, placing his big hands on your shoulders. It felt like your shoulders were on fire so hot did you feel with him touching you. "You know, missing it costs you points for my class and you and I both know that you're already failing gym. If you want to go to that fancy university far away from here you need to up your game. It would be a shame if you won't get in because you were too damn lazy to run, isn't it?" You could feel your blood rush cold. Could you actually be denied because you failed gym class? It was your long life dream to study at (Your choice of university). You had it all planned out. In every other class, you were getting the highest scores. Gym would not ruin your future. "I could give you extra credit." He starts to massage your shoulders when he bows down and whispers something in your ear, his warm breath causing you to shiver. "Of course, I won't give you them for nothing, naughty boy." It all became too much for you to handle. Pushing his hands off your shoulders you jumped out of your seat and turned around to face him. You noticed his eyes were dark with lust. A dirty smirk was plastered on his bearded face. When your eyes glanced down you saw that something had awakened in him. "This can't be happening. I-I gotta go." As fast as you could you tried to reach the door, but a strong grip on your arm stopped you. Mister Rodgers pulled you against him and with his empty hand he gripped your throat, pulling your face close to his. "A rule-breaking mutt like you needs to learn what happens when you don't follow them. I will gladly show the consequences." Fear had taken over your body. But not only that, but embarrassedly you could also feel your little friend harden in between your legs. Suddenly he pushes his lips against yours and roughly kisses you. He squeezes your throat a little so you part your lips giving him access to push his tongue inside your mouth. It felt like you turned into stone and were glued to the floor. The honk of a car pulled you out of it and without thinking further you folded your right hand into a fist and hit mister Rodgers with all the power you had at that moment in his stomach. He let go of you and grabbed his stomach with a loud groan. Taking this chance you turn around and run out of his office. You could hear him scream your name in the distance, his voice laced with pain and anger.

You could see the doors leading to your freedom. The pain in your feet increased, but you did not dare to stop or slow down, not until you were safely in between the four walls of your home. Reaching out your hand to open the nearing doors of the school building, but every little bit of hope you had built up came crashing down when your body banged full force against the locked doors. Gripping at your face from the pain you backed off from the door. Looking at your hands you saw that there was blood on them. Your vision was a little hazy through the impact and you felt yourself wobbling on your feet. Bringing your blood-covered hands to the handles of the door you started pulling on them in the hope to get them to open, but to no avail. The first closest exit was three hallways away from you. Before you could turn to head toward that one your body was slammed against the doors. Your face was pushed hard against the cold metal and your hands were locked in a death grip. A heavy and dark voice whispers in your ear "you'll pay for that, mutt. I will break you until you're nothing more than a bitch boy for me to use as I please". With that said he starts dragging you toward the gymnasium. "I hope you've had enough to drink because I will make you sweat as you've never done before."

-

Entering the space, he threw your weakened body on a thick gym mat, ready to catch you. The air was knocked out of your body. The older and stronger man kneeled beside you and rips your shirt off of your body, throwing the torn piece somewhere behind him. Your jeans come off next, leaving you only in your grey boxers. He straddles your waist, making sure not to put too much weight on you. His large hands wrap around your throat and squeeze, enough to make breathing hard for you but not enough for you to pass out. Blood rushes toward your clothed and already semi-hard member that is now bumping against your teacher's ass. "I can feel your little cock poke against me, mutt. How cute" When you start to see black dots he releases your throat from his grip and stands up, ridding himself of his attire. His body is big, muscled, and covered in various tattoos. It's like god himself carved him from stone. His cock stands hard in his white Calvin Klein boxers but is soon released from its prison. "From now on I'm no longer just your teacher. I will be your master and you will call me by that. I do not care if we are in public you will call me by my title, do you copy?" He stares down at you daring you to deny it. With difficulty you plead with him to let you go, promising that you will not tell anyone about all this. A dirty smirk appears on his face, happy that you were already begging him, feeling himself getting even hornier because of it. "God, you're making me so hard by begging me. Keep going, mutt. Keep begging your master, but know it won't help you out of your deserved punishment. The only begging I will listen to is when you ask me to go harder and rougher. Soon you will" With his right hand, he pumps his cock, grunting at the sensation that goes through him. "Soon you will be the one doing this voluntarily in my office after school hours. I can't wait to cover you in my cum. You will look so dirty." He throws his head back and closes his eyes while pumping his cock faster. "Oh, god yes." Fear and pain had pinned you to the mat. You couldn't move. When he felt himself getting close to his first orgasm he walked towards you and kneeled besides your head, grabbing your jaw with his empty hand to force your mouth open. He smiled at you, showing his white teeth. "Show your master that you can do as your told and swallow all of my cum. If not, your punishment will be extended, you hear me?" Even though being almost unable to move your head through his grip you nodded your head. His hand strokes his large cock a few more times before strings of white start to come out of the tip. Your mouth was filled with it until it reached your lips, almost leaking out. "Swallow," he ordered once more. After staring at the man next to you for a few seconds while tears started to fill your eyes, you swallowed the white substance like he told you to. "Good boy," he complimented you with a darkness in his eyes you've never seen before. "Now let's continue our fun activities, shall we? I just can't wait to fill your other hole up with my cum."

He moves to the end of the mat where your feet are laying. Moving his hands to your boxers he hooks his long fingers underneath the fabric. In one fluent motion, he moves the only fabric that was still on your body off of it. The tip of your cock is covered in pre cum that slowly leaks onto the base. Mister Rodgers lowers his head and licks the juices off of it with a moan. "So sweet, unlike you." His eyes meet yours, but before you can get too lost in them he suddenly turns you onto your stomach. You can feel his hands take place on your ass, kneading them, spreading them apart. He collects saliva in his mouth before he lets it slowly drip from between his lips onto your hole. "Let your master feel how tight this little hole of you is." Slowly he inserts his index finger inside of you, moving around, loosening you up. "Gosh, you're so tight. How are you ever gonna take my cock?" Small whimpers leave your mouth at the intrusion. A second finger joins and together they start scissoring. When he hits a specific spot inside you you let out a particularly loud moan. "Enjoying this, mutt? This is nothing yet compared to what's to come next. I'm just being nice to you by preparing you so I can fuck you better. Remember I'm not doing this for you. This is all about your master's pleasure. You're just a toy for me to use."

When he deems you ready he retrieves his fingers and brings them to your mouth. "Lick them clean." Before you can even react to his demand he pushes his fingers between your lips. "Lick…Them…Clean…Mutt," he says again in a low growling voice when it takes you a second too long to move your tongue around his digits. As you lick his fingers clean tasting yourself on them, mister Rodgers starts fisting his cock in with his other hand. "Yeah, clean them, mutt. Make sure to get all of it." You gag when he suddenly pushes his fingers further down your throat. "Need you to prepare for the bigger work. Don't want you to disappoint me later when blowing me." A tear rolls off of your cheeks down onto the mat when you let out another gag. "Breath through your nose. I would have thought that a suck-up like you would have had some experience with this." It was all so confusing to you. You should not like this as much as you secretly did. This was wrong. His words should have hurt you, but they didn't. They were thrilling you and he was very aware of that. He knew what he was doing to you. He had all the power over you and you loved it even though you shouldn't. The gagging stopped as you listened to his advice and started breathing through his nose. "See, just like that. Just listen to your master and everything will be alright. You won't get hurt if you do as I say." Finally, he pulled out his fingers, drying them on your back. With the hand he was jerking himself off he brought his big veiny cock to your hole, pushing the tip against it. The stretch is painful when he pushes inside, but once the tip is in it turns into pleasure. The both of you moan in unity. Once he is fully in he lays his body fully on top of you, giving himself a moment to recover so he doesn't cum too soon. He wanted this to last longer than a minute. "I'm gonna ruin ya for everyone else, y/n. After this, you will never think of anyone else taking you but me. You will masturbate when I allow you to at the thought of me and I will haunt all your wet dreams." He kisses the side of your head before he hoists himself up onto his hands which are placed on each side next to your head and looks in between you at how his cock is penetrating you. Moving his hips he starts a slow rhythm. Pulling out, only leaving the tip, before sliding fully back in. This slow pace continues for a while leaving you wanting more.

It was almost too soft to hear. You could simply brush it off as a random sound. But he didn't. He heard it and wanted you to say it again. Stopping his pace he looked down at your face. Your eyes were closed and your mouth was agape. A little bit of drool pooled out of it, darkening the blue color of the mat underneath. "What was that?" His tone was kind and held fake confusion to it. He lowered his head closer to your mouth. Softly you said again, "P-please". "You need to be more specific, little boy. I can't help you if you don't use your words." For a few seconds the room was completely silent except for the heavy panting from the man on top of you, waiting for the words he was dying to hear come from you. "Please, harder. T-take me harder." You couldn't see it but the man above you had a grin of joy on his face. Before he did what the both of you wanted he wanted to hear you say it. The title. His title. That what you would call him from this moment on. "If you want me to go harder I want you to say it. One word, six letters. Who am I?" He gives you an encouraging thrust, hitting the right spot. "M-master," you answered with a timid voice. "You are my master." Finally. He had wanted you to call him that from the first moment, he laid his eyes on you two years ago when he first became your gym teacher. For two years he waited patiently for the right moment to stake his claim on you and make you submit to him. And now he would be rewarded by fucking you senseless after you begged him to. Too impatient to wait for a second longer he started his rough pace. His hips moved at an animalistic pace. Your moans combined with his grunts together with the sound of skin-on-skin slapping filled your ears. Tighly you gripped the edges of the mat while your master was pounding into you. "God, such a good cockslut for your master." He panted out. "Gonna fill you up nicely with my cum. You're gonna be nice a full all the time." One of his hands grips your neck and pushed your head deeper into the softness of the mat. "You will never get rid of me." You could feel yourself getting closer to your orgasm. Every hit of his cock against your prostate pushed you more towards your release. Your moans became louder. "Are you gonna cum for your master, y/n? Not without permission you're not. Beg me. Beg your master if you can cum." Tears of frustration stream down your eyes. "Please, I-I'm begging you. M-make me cum. C-can I cum, master?" Mockingly he laughs at your pleas. "Listen to yourself. So pathetic, begging to cum. But don't cry. I will let you cum, but only because I allowed you to." He threw his head back and closed his eyes. When you thought his thrusts couldn't get any rougher, they did. Your orgasm was so close. Just a few more thrusts and you would be in heaven. A very hard thrust did the deed and threw you off of the edge. The only things you saw were stars. Your master didn't stop yet, not until he had reached his orgasm as well and had filled you up like he said he would. He let out a loud growl when he did. You could feel the sticky liquid enter your awaiting hole, ready to accept every single drop. After he rode out his orgasm he dropped his full body weight on you. His mouth was close to your ear as he panted.

When he had cached his breath he pulled out and crawled off of you. You could hear his footsteps as he walked off to his bag at the side of the room and grabbed out his cell phone. Opening the camera app he walked back to your fucked out body and started to make pictures of your leaking hole. "Gorgeous," he mumbled. When he was satisfied with the pictures he was gonna enjoy later on, he helped you up to your knees. Your face was red and covered in dried tears. He stood in front of you and cupped the side of your head. You looked up at him with tired eyes. "Open up, little boy. You're gonna clean me off of your mess again." Without showing resilience you opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue. "Good boy," your master said before shoving his throbbing cock inside your mouth. With one hand he held the back of your head and with the other, he held his phone to film your every move. He made sure to film a close-up of his dick in between your plump lips. Slowly he pushed your head more towards his pubic bone so you would take more of him inside your mouth. When your nose hit his stomach his tip was far down your throat. For a few seconds he kept your head still, your lungs begging for air, but you didn't dare do anything that your master didn't order you to do. Soon he pulled your head back so you could breathe through your nose. "Good, remember what I said. Breathe, little boy. Breathe." Your head was moved at his desired pace, bringing him to a third orgasm. His eyes were on his phone, making sure to film every second of you blowing him. Still sensitive from his previous orgasms he soon reached the edge again. Before he can fill your mouth for a second time he takes out his cock and starts jerking it off, pointing the tip toward your face. "You're gonna look so good covered in cum. What will people think when they see you like this, huh? Such a boy whore." Your face is covered with his sticky cum, dripping slowly to your chest. He stops filming and makes a few more pictures for his collection. "You're mine. Missbehave and everyone will see what a bitch boy you are for me," he says darkly while motioning to his phone where you can see a map filled with sensitive photos of you.

There is nothing else to say to him but, "Yes master. I'm yours."

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Masterlist One, Two