#steve rodgers x y/n

[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.

[pixiexdusts-world]

Incorrect quotes

Peter: Hewwo

Kate: Hihiiiiiii !

Thor: Greetings, Humans.

Steve: Three kinds of people.

Bucky: I want pudding.

Peter: Four kinds of people!

Y/n: WHAT’S UP FUCKERS?

Steve: Five kinds of people.

[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.”

[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.

[joelsgreys]

Always Be Safe (Steve Rogers x Pregnant Avenger)

Summary: After a dangerous mission ends in failure, you and the rest of the team just narrowly escape before being killed. On the way back to the compound, reality hits you and are forced to tell Steve that you have been keeping a very important secret from him.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female!Reader

Warnings: Brief mentions of death, angst, ends with a dash of fluff.

Length: 1.2k

A/N: Easing back into writing after a couple of weeks of being gone!

Your stomach was turning. The bile was quickly climbing its way up your throat.

Shutting your eyes, you pressed your lips together into a tight, thin line hoping that you could keep it down.

It was taking every ounce of strength you had left inside you not to be violently sick.

“Are you alright?” Wanda’s worried voice came from beside you. “You’re pale.”

“Fine,” You managed to squeak out in reply before sinking down into your seat.

Of course you weren’t fine. Neither she, nor was anyone else sitting in the ship.

Not after what you had all just witnessed on your latest mission.

An entire city had been destroyed.

It had been obliterated to absolutely nothing.

Hundreds of people were dead. And you, along with everyone else who was on board would have been dead too, had it not been for Clint, who had flown the ship in to rescue you just mere moments before being blown to smithereens. It’s not like this was the first time that you’ve had a brush with death—you had been part of The Avengers for a long time now and you’ve had a decent number of dangerous missions go south before. But this time things were different. After getting back positive results for a pregnancy test from the medical facilities back at the compound a couple of weeks ago, you had fallen into some kind of stage of complete denial. For several days since then, you carried on with your normal duties as if nothing had changed. You didn’t have to think twice about joining the team on the latest mission, even though you knew that where you were going had been labeled as a complete war zone. 

“You need to tell him,” Wander murmured quietly, causing your head to snap in her direction, your eyes wide.

She knew. Of course she knew, how could she not?

She fucking knew everything.

“Wanda,” You said her name, your voice strained. “Please. Don’t tell anyone—especially, not Steve.”

“It’s not something you can keep a secret forever,” she reminded you, logically. “And besides that, he deserves to know. He has a right to know that he is going to be a father.”

Subconsciously, you lifted a hand and lightly placed it over your stomach. You closed your eyes and leaned forward into your seat, bracing yourself to place your head down between your knees in case another wave of sickness came over you.

That’s when it slowly dawned on you that you simply couldn’t do this anymore.

You couldn’t put your life at risk, not when you were carrying another life, one far more precious, inside of you. 

And yet, this was your duty. This is all you had known for years.

How could you give up being an Avenger?

“Hey.”

Slightly startled, you opened your eyes.

You hadn’t even noticed when Steve had taken Wanda’s spot next to you. 

“You don’t look so good,” he stated, observing you with a concerned gaze.

You quickly let your hand drop away from your stomach. “I’m fine, Cap.”

Steve shot you a knowing look. “It’s okay. You don’t have to lie to me.”

“But I’m not lying.”

He moved closer to you and reached up, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear.

“I saw the look on your face,” he said, lowering his voice. “When shit hit the fan back there. This was a hard loss for us, I know.”

“Steve.” You spoke weakly, feeling yet another wave of nausea coming over you. 

“It’s okay. You don’t have to put on a brave face for anyone,” he assured you, gently. “At least not for me.”

A tear slid down your cheek—it was quickly followed by another and another.

“Steve?” You whispered. “There’s—there’s something that I have to tell you.”

Steve quickly took your hand in his. “What is it, my love? What’s the matter?”

You tried to speak, but the fear instantly overwhelmed you. 

“You can tell me,” Steve encouraged, squeezing your hand. “What is it?”

Dropping your gaze away from his, you let out a small, hesitant sigh.

“Do you remember when I went to the medical facility two weeks ago?”

He nodded. “Of course I do. I’m the one who made you go in the first place. You were ill, and could hardly get out of bed for days.” His grip on your hand tightened and a worried expression flashed across his face. “Why? Is something wrong? Are you sick?”

“No. I’m not sick, Steve. I’m pregnant.”

Steve’s blue eyes went wide with pure, utter shock as he hissed, “What?”

“The physician ran a number of tests, including a pregnancy test. It came back positive.”

He let go of your hand and looked away from you, letting your words sink in. 

Your throat and mouth went dry. “Steve, please say something.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t know how—”

Steve cut you off sharply. “You didn’t know how?”

You blinked furiously in a futile attempt to hold back more tears. “Steve, I don’t blame you for being angry. I didn’t mean to keep this a secret from you. I wanted to tell you right away, and I see now that I should have.”

He fell completely silent once again, his eyes fixed on the floor of the ship.

“I’m sorry.”

“I would have never let you come if I had known,” he murmured.

“I wasn’t going to let you come on this mission without me—”

“You put your life at risk!” He shouted, jumping up to his feet. “You put the baby, our baby, at risk! How could you do something so foolish, so selfish? What were you thinking?”

Your face grew incredibly hot as everyone glanced your way in shock—except for Wanda, of course.

“You’re pregnant?” Natasha gasped, lifting her hands to her mouth.

“Oh shit!” Sam exclaimed.

“Really, Rogers, you knocked her up?” Tony’s irritated voice followed. He’d be down an Avenger for months. “How many times do I have to tell you to wrap it before you tap it—”

“Guys!” Wanda fiercely glared at everyone into turning back into their seats and minding their own business.

No longer able to keep your composure, you dropped your face into your hands and started sobbing quietly into them. 

Steve dropped to his knees in front of you, his expression softening. He gently took your wrists and pulled your hands away from your face. “Hey. Look at me. I shouldn’t have raised my voice at you like that. I’m sorry.”

“What are we going to do, Steve?” You whispered, feeling your heart ache at the image of the children that you had seen on your mission. “We can’t bring a baby into this world.”

“What are you talking about?” He shook his head incredulously. “Of course we can.”

“How can you say that when we both know how awful and ugly this world can be?” You shook your head.

“But we both also know how beautiful this world can be too. I know we just had a rough mission, but don’t let one of our failures cloud your judgement—”

“Think about the risks,” You whispered. “With this baby having not one, but two Avengers as parents! It’s life could possibly be put in danger from the moment it’s born.”

“It won’t be easy, but this baby…” He paused and the corners of his lips turned upwards into a small smile. “This baby will never be in harm’s way, my love. This baby has you and me to protect him or her, to stand in any fight for him or her.”

“Do you really think that we can do this, Cap? You think we can keep our baby safe?”

Steve lifted himself up to give you a soft, tender kiss.

“Yes, I do. This baby will always be safe, no matter what. I will make sure of it,” he promised you. 

[louwaffles]

Steve and Y/N overlooking destruction. Steve: Well, frick me. Y/N: I think you meant to say "fuck me" and honey, I already did that last night. You can't be saying stuff like that on a-- Sam: Earpieces! We can hear everything you're saying!

[thewriterg]

♡︎𝐬𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥♡︎

pairing(s): Bucky Barnes x gn!reader, Steve Rodgers x gn!reader, stucky x reader, avengers x reader

summary: You were Bucky and Steve’s whole word but they couldn’t keep you from crashing down like the old times, while fading away in the battlefield that you singlehandedly owned in the platinum white icy snow forever their snow Angel.

word count: 1.3k+

warning(s): blood, death in detail, angst, violence, Poly relationships, injuries In detail, no happy ending, peak of survivals guilt, reader has powers, tears, pet names, kisses, and language

A/n: —GIFs; @buckysbarnes & @lizzie-olsen— So I’ve been holding out on you guys, because I’m like the biggest angst writer ever and I haven’t written a lot of angst on here so.. preparing you guys for some heartbreaking 2023 content 🤭

You stumbled away from the scene of dead hydra agents surrounding you the pain in you ribs becoming unbearable while the team celebrated their minimal damage victory

You’d had broken ribs plenty of times at least when you were younger and didn’t know the full potential of your powers but even then it didn’t feel like how it felt now in the moment

You clutched your side tight the pressure making you wince you didn’t need to bring your hand to your line of sight to know that a thick crimson would be staining your hands staring back at you

You clutched your side tight the pressure making you wince you didn’t need to bring your hand to your line of sight to know that a thick crimson would be staining your hands staring back at you

Your legs began to falter under your weight but you kept standing anyhow too stubborn to let yourself drop in surrender as you tried to control your breathing and focus on the wound at once to heal

Bucky was the first to notice your disappearance, how could he not you were the woman of the hour after all saving the teams asses like you always did even if you weren’t he would still notice.

Steve feeling a pull on his sleeve looked over to the brunette not expecting you to not to be by his side and couldn’t help but furrow his brows and the look on Bucky’s face just justified the fact

You could see your breath carry away in the cold winds your vision began to blur and sting with tears as result a current of waves pushed against your skin a little to hard and you knees having in a buckled as you tipped over like a tree landing flat on your back the sparkling snow acting as a pillow

You felt like you were taking a really long blink because by the time you opened your eyes again Bucky and Steve sat closely next to you your head propped up on Steve’s lap you were still in Finnland the cold dampness of your suit and the flurries on your eyelashes confirmed the fact

“Hey doll, y-you gotta keep your e-eyes open okay?” It was more a statement than a question while you felt the grip Bucky had on your hands tighten as he tried to ground himself choking back on sobs how couldn’t he not have noticed sooner?

“The team is going to be b-back with quinjet soon I p-promise” You looked up at Steve while he tried to smile at you but it was watery and broken the connection to his cheeks and over his nose was pink and light red half from being the cold weather conditions and the other half from crying

You had never been this bad before and you knew it too

“You know, I love you both so much—” You whispered taking the limited strength you had to free away from Bucky’s hold while he were quick to let you go putting your hands on both of there cold cheeks swiping your thumb under their jaw

“No, no, no you stop that right now. You c-can tell us later, when y-you’re better” Steve protested cutting you off he’d never raised his voice at you Bucky either and he regretted it instantly but… why were you acting as if this was goodbye?

“I love you I do I swear I do. I never loved anyone as hard as I did until you both came along saving my miserable, loveless, void of a life. I want you both to move on, don’t spend your lives wishing go get it just like you’ve always have. I knew what I was signing up for, and I marked that line gladly knowing it would be by your sides.”

There was no holding the tears back now both men were full blown sobbing silently on occasion a sob would escape one of their throats and it broke your heart a little more to the point where you could feel your own tears slide down your cheeks temporarily warming your face

“Please doll not now, not yet. There’s so much shit we haven’t done” Bucky’s wall’s crumbled down as he pressed his head in your sternum your hand falling from his jaw to move to his hair

“I know. But we will another time honey I swear” That’s all it took for Steve to go crashing just along Buck bending his torso so he could press his forehead against yours

“Marry us.” The blonde whispered and you could feel Bucky shake harder against your stomach before the weight of his head lifting from your torso and Steve’s forehead followed lifting from yours

The next thing you knew Bucky had a small black box in your sight of vision with a skinny golden ring two small diamonds on each side surrounding the largest diamond in the middle and if you weren’t crying before you definitely were now

In your peripheral you could see Steve holding his box with a shaky hand to go along with the ring was a golden band with flowers, roses to be exact indented along its sides

“You askin’ me to marry You Barnes, Rodgers?” Despite the pain in your torso you were smiling bright. Brighter than a kid on Christmas morning and the men couldn’t help but produce a watery smile as well

“Sure are.”

“Of course.”

“Yes.” As soon as the response slipped from your lips Steve was the first to grasp on to your hand slipping the band on your finger before gently handing it over to Bucky who did the same with the ring

You couldn’t help but wince at the fact that something so gorgeous and delicate was on your grimy hands but you smiled through the thought nonetheless

Your breath started to get caught in your throat as you coughed trying to clear you airway and it worked temporarily the only reason you were still this responsive was because of your abilities

“Doll you’re the best thing that’s happened to me doll, to us. I can’t believe you’d gave a tin man like me chance” You couldn’t help but giggle and it made the assassins heart flutter in his chest

“You’re the most amazing, beautiful, passionate women I’ve ever met and im so glad I’ve got to be, that I am apart of your life so here’s to my love, the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen inside and out” Bucky’s chest hurt as the light in your eyes began to flicker dimming by the second

“You always believed in me when no one did, with or without the shield and I can never explain to you how much you made me the man I am. You’re the only reason I’m the man I am and that’s why it’s so incredible that someone so unforgettable thinks that I’m unforgettable too.” You’re slowing breath began to approach its stop and it seemed as time slowed

“Burry me I-in six inches of s-snow” You whispered

Steve and Bucky’s world crashed and crumbled at the same time your breath stopped. Why couldn’t it be one of them?

Steve sobbed and wailed over your corpse while your lifeless eyes stared back at him as for Bucky silent tears struck down his cheeks as choked on his own sobs almost as if he were punishing himself making himself feel what you did

The once pure white sparkly snow stained crimson with your blood as the two soldiers sobbed and mourned you died in ice cold snow it was almost something angelic about

You were their snow Angel forever and always.

[flordeamatista]

𝗞𝗶𝘀𝘀 𝗠𝘆 𝗦𝗸𝗶𝗻

pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader 

concept: Steve fires your body with kisses

word count: 640

warnings: poetic smut without plot, kisses, oral (f receiving)

a/n: I had originally planned to write a different fic but my mind took a different turn. I suppose it will work. Steve needs our love. I appreciate you checking it over and approving the daydreams to share @lunarbuck

Masterlist

To love you like this, I'm walking in your footsteps, running after your footprints in my heart that became permanent

You notice Steve approaching from behind you. You close your eyes as his breath caresses your neck. His kisses spread warmth across your skin. Your breath becomes obstructed in your throat.

He delicately kisses your neck as you tip your head to one side. His tongue expresses the ways he adores you.

He grabs your hips and pulls you into himself. His arms wrap around you and he declares his love for you. His beaming smile and the words "I love you" fill your heart with joy. His arms tighten, and your smile appears. His lips are tender and soft, but they have power. He expects you to give him your full attention. The tenderness and kisses on his lips demand your touch and attention.

Kiss my skin like its your last time

He kisses you and slowly backs you up to the edge of the bed. Steve pulls off your dress and sees the beauty that lies beneath it. He lingers his hand on your breast and caresses it as he says, "beautiful." You smile. The anticipation of his touch awakens your nipples. He removes the bra clasp from behind you. As he removes it, he kisses your shoulder lovingly. He kisses you again, but this time he places you on the edge of the bed. 

When you gaze at him, his arms are wrapped around your waist and he buries his face in your chest. He breathes into your body. "Mmmm, my love," he says. You moan as his mouth touches your breast and plays with it.

Your glances and your touches already know what my soul needs after living and breathing for so long.

Grabbing his hair, you pull him close to you. Feeling his warmth on your skin, you close your eyes. It is a wonderful sensation. His touch is always soothing to the soul. You feel his tongue trail down your body as you are pushed into the bed. You feel his tongue running farther down your body.

He rises up and removes his shirt. Your attention is focused on him. You are overcome with awe when you see his beauty. Your gaze is drawn to his strong shoulders and muscular abdomen. 

But your eyes with that look; finally captured me, and only you can save me

With your hand, you signal for him to come to you. Your head rests on the pillow. In the process of removing your panties, he smacks your hand away, kissing every inch of your hips and legs as he gracefully removes them.

A devilish grin spreads across his face and he starts to kiss you on the inside of your ankle, right up to the knee. The skin comes alive as he kisses it. Those kisses that drop onto your skin and being in his presence are the keys to feeling alive. 

 You can fire me your love

He finds the spot where you may feel the warmth of his affection. The way he slowly sucks it into his lips almost makes you gasp for breath. Your eyes continue to roll back into your head. Faster and deeper. "Cum." he says. His voice is as distant as the moon. In a flash of light, your whole body tense with hunger.

Your body craves him. 

He raises your hips while fucking you with his tongue. Your entire body tenses, causing you to draw closer.

Your half-glazed gaze is lured to his ocean blue eyes.

It is always his name on your skin that will be your first and last love

[acriminalmind]

UnHoly Sacrifice

Dark!priests Barnes, Rodgers, and Wilson x Fem reader

Summary: Months after your first cleansing with Priest Barnes, he takes you to his house where he introduces you to his friends, priest Rodgers and priest Wilson. 

Warnings: smut, manipulation, foursome, anal, oral, vaginal, pet names, praise, manhandling, buttplug, marking, TopDom Bucky, Steve, and Sam, BottomSub reader, innoncent naive reader, legal age gap, heavy subspace, Father kink, religious themes, sexism, masturbating, overstimulation, corruption, mention of breeding, future marriage.

Tell me if I missed any warnings.

This is part 2 to Kneel, Pray and Obey. 

Again, I have nothing against religion and I don’t want to disrespect or offend anyone by posting this. It’s just made-up fanfic.

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It's been 10 weeks since your first cleansing. The cleansing became a weekly thing, this way no sinful thoughts could corrupt you and prevent you from going to heaven. You would kneel at the altar, and say your prayers while your priest kneeled behind you and did his thing. Today would be different. Father Barnes, like he wanted you to call him now, invited you to his house at the edge of town. He wanted you to meet his friends, who wanted to meet Father Barnes his good girl. The pet name made you heat up and blush every time he called you by it. You wanted nothing more than to be good so you would go to heaven. It also gave you a certain feeling between your legs. Father Barnes had taught you that those feelings were a sign for you to use the special vibrating toy he had given to you and to take pictures of you using it. After sending him the pictures he would take his sweet time pleasuring himself while looking at your exposed wet pussy. When he was done he sends them to his friends, who became more and more obsessed with you. Barnes wasn't opposed to sharing with his friends. No, on the contrary. He was the one who came up with the idea for you to meet them and make you their obedient little housewife. From that moment they started planning out their plan and your future.

-

Father Barnes opened his front door after you knocked twice. "Hello, doll. Hurry in. I don't want you to catch a cold." He placed his hand on your lower back, ushering you inside while looking back outside to make sure no one followed you or saw you walking in. In the kitchen stood two unfamiliar men, leaning against the counter. "I want you to meet my best friends. These are Father Rodgers and Father Wilson. They are the priests from the two neighboring villages." Steve walked up to you first and held out his hand for you to shake, which you did. "Lovely to finally meet you, sweetheart. I've heard so many great things about you from Father Barnes." Sam then walkes up to you, "I don't usually meet such sweet girls like you. I'm glad someone still lives according to their Father's words." He had a big friendly smile plastered on his face. "Nice to meet both of you too." Father Barnes places his hands on your shoulders, "Come sit with us in the living room so you can get to know each other better." You were placed onto a big couch in the middle of the dark-lighted room. Steve and Sam were seated next to you, while Father Barnes sat on a chair in front of you. "Before we start I'd like for us to pray." Grabbing each other's hands and closing their eyes, Father Rodgers started his prayer.

-

"Amen..."

Father Wilson handed you a drink and the four of you started chatting about life. You told them you wanted to marry and start a big family. Getting a job wasn't something you ever thought about. The men in your family always said that a woman wasn't meant to work outside of house chores. While you were talking, Father Steve placed his hand on your thigh. "Your family is right. A beautiful girl like you shouldn't have to work. Leave that up to the men. Speaking about men. Do you have your eye on someone to get married to?" Until this moment you had never spoken about your marriage, so you shook your head. His hand slowly crept under your skirt. "Have you ever let other men than Father Barnes touch your princess parts?" Father Wilson whispered into your ear and places his arm over your shoulder. "N-no. I'm still a virgin." All three men smirked at this statement of yours, knowing full well that that wasn't the case anymore, but you didn't have to know that. "Good girl, so well raised." There it was. The feeling. Father Barnes took notice of your flustered state and so did the other two. "Are you feeling tingly again, doll?" To shy to answer, you nodded your head while your face reddened even more when the three men softly laughed at your state. "Let Father Rodgers feel how bad it is." Not wearing any underwear, Steve can reach your dripping core without any struggle. "She has it bad. I don't think her special toy can fix this," Steve states with fake worry. Father Barnes and Father Sam pout. "Maybe we can help our precious girl. Do want that, doll? Do you want us to help you get rid of the thingly feeling?" Father Barnes asks you. "Please help me." Those three words start a fire inside the men. "Give in to us and we will help you. We are in control now. Do you understand?" "Yes, Father." "Good. Good girl." Father Wilson unbuttons your blouse and Father Rodgers rips off your skirt, leaving you fully naked. "Let's take this to the bedroom, shall we?"

-

The three men started to undress while you waited in the corner of the room for instructions. "Don't worry, baby. It's gonna be all okay. We are gonna take such good care of you," Father Barnes said to you while cupping your face. "Now kiss me." You put your lips against his. The kiss was soft and careful. Steve took his position on the bed against the headboard, stroking his cock until it was fully hard, Sam, sitting at the end of the bed, doing the same. When the kiss stopped you looked up into darkened eyes, "Go to Father Rodgers, doll. He will start, and don't forget that we are in control. Don't disobey us or else you will be punished." "Yes, father. I will behave. I'm a good girl." The smile on his face made you feel good. You crawled over the bed towards Father Rodgers. "Look at you. Such a beautiful girl." He grabs your hips and holds you above his throbbing cock, "Relax, baby. It will be over soon." Slowly you sink onto his member, quietly moaning at each inch. "So tight, so good." When he is fully in you he gives you some time to adjust before he lifts you and drops you down again on his cock. "You feel so good, baby. Don't silence yourself. Let all the sounds you want to make go. The lord needs to hear this, so he knows you're obeying." The room is filled with your loud moans and his groans. To distracted by Father Steve you don't notice Father Rodgers crawl up behind you. He pushes you forward against Father Steve's hairy chest. Two warm hands take place on your hips. "You're doing so well for us, sweet girl. Keep breathing. I'm just gonna help Steve help you." Your asscheeks are beings spread apart and the tip of his cock pushes against your back entrance. "I see you listened to Father Barnes," he states while looking at the buttplug nestled inside you. He twirls it a bit before pulling it out, releasing Father Barnes his juices. Father Wilson starts to push his member into you, making you and him moan. He and Father Rodgers start to rhythmic thrust in and out of you. It doesn't take long until your feel yourself fall over the edge, but that doesn't stop them. "After this, you are fully us. You belong to the three of us. Tomorrow we will get married and you will be our sweet little housewife. We will take care of you so we can go to heaven together. We will never leave you again." The words of Father Barnes don't come in, because of the great pleasure you're experiencing at the moment. The only thing you can say is, "Yes, Father," while wearing a fucked out expression on your face.

-

You don't move on your own anymore, too tired by the many orgasms you've been given. Father Rodgers and Wilson manhandle your body back and forth. Your cum mixed with theirs is dripping between your bodies.

Father Barnes stands next to the bed. He grabs the shaft of his member and brings it to your slightly opened mouth before pushing it in. "Suck it, baby. I know you're tired but we are not done yet. We need to do it right." With the last energy left in your body, you start to suck his cock and twirl your tongue around his shaft, cleaning the pre-cum off of it, while Father Barnes starts to fuck your mouth. "Good girl. So good to her owners. We're gonna have such a good time together. We will never leave you out of our sight again. We will cleanse you every day. You won't be alone anymore. And when we don't cleanse you, you will do chores around the house to keep your mind from naughty thoughts." At this moment you are too fucked out to register anything else than the three cock filling your every hole. You feel Father Rodgers and Wilson cumming into you once again, before they stop their movements, keeping their cocks inside you. Father Barnes speeds up his pace, "I'm gonna release, doll. Don't spill a drop. Just like I taught you." He fills up your mouth with his juices en keeps his cock inside your mouth till you have swallowed every bit of it. "Good girl." All three pull out of you, while you drop flat onto the bed fast asleep. "Look at our sweet girl, all tired. Tomorrow we will start training her to be our lovely wife. I can't wait to breed her till she's round en dripping with milk." Father Wilson turns you onto your back and slides the hair out of your face, "shall we give her one more?" The other two smirk and kneel around you on the bed and start to stroke their cocks. One by one they cover you with their seed. "Marked today and tomorrow completely ours by law."

They walk out of the room, after Father Barnes plugged their butt again, towards the kitchen to hydrate themselves, being thirsty from their activities. With a paper on the table, they start making the list of rules for you to follow. After that Father Barnes cuts all ties and contact with your family and friends by writing a scandalous letter from you to them, leaving you all disinherited and without anyone else than your almost husbands. God has a plan for everyone, and this one is for you. With a little help from Father Barnes, Rodgers, and Wilson.

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Distraction | Steve Rogers x Fem!reader

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem!reader

Summary: Where training gets a little hot and heavy, as Steve can be quite distracting when shirtless.

Warnings: Minors aren’t welcome!! unprotected sex (wrap it up please!), female receiving, kissing, nipple sucking, rough sex, mentions of bruises/marks, Steve Rogers because he deserves his own warning to be honest

A/N: honestly, there’s no reason for me to be writing this apart from the fact that he’s all over my social media and I can’t escape him. Not that I am complaining. So enjoy so filth with our favourite captain!! Also, first time writing smut in god knows how long, so if you think it’s utter shit, blame it on that!!

Masterlist

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It had been going on for a little while. You weren’t sure when things had changed between you and Steve, but one day, it was like a light switch had gone off and you both just fell into each other’s beds.

It wasn’t anything serious, that was the first rule you made for yourself, but goddamn did he make it hard sometimes. When he would get a little rough with you during sex, your mind would go blank and you’d just melt.

He would always apologise if he left a bruise here and there, but you could see how his eyes lingered a little longer on them, how his fingers always seemed to find that spot.

But neither of you spoke about it. Neither of you wanted to cross that line.

��Come on,” Steve says. “No day dreaming while training, you know the rules.”

You look over at Steve. He had been helping you train ever since you joined the team. He claimed that if you could take down a super soldier, then you could face nearly anything.

You’d been training for a little over two hours now, your were covered in a thin layer of sweat, your muscles and joints ached, spending more time getting thrown around then actually fighting. You still couldn’t take him down, it frustrated you to no end.

Somewhen during the two hours Steve had taken his top off, using it as a towel to wipe his sweat off and chucked it carelessly to the side. You had tried not to get distracted by his broad chest and how defined his muscles were, but every once in a while your eyes would drift down, watching how the sweat glistened on his abs, how you wanted to do many sinful things to his body.

“I’m not daydreaming,” you huff, bouncing on your feet as you hold your fists up, ready for him. “Now let me kick your ass.”

Steve chuckled. “No chance sweetheart.”

You waste not time in rushing forward, aiming to punch that goddamn perfect face of his, but you knew he saw it coming. With complete ease, he had already grabbed your wrist, twisted you around locking your arm around your front and pulling him close to you.

You could feel his bare chest on your skin where your sports didn’t cover, his semi hard cock pressed snugly between your ass cheeks. You let out a small gasp as he moves his hips slightly, pressing it further into you.

“You look incredibly sexy when you’re frustrated,” he whispers, his voice low and husky. “You drive me crazy sweetheart.”

You couldn’t breath. You were sure that your heart was going to beat out of your chest with how hard it was pumping.

“You’ve been looking at me shirtless for the last hour, you’ve been getting sloppy, am I distracting you sweetheart?”

You hadn’t realised he had noticed, but he was damn observant sometimes, so you weren’t surprised. You swallowed the lump in your throat, your body tingling, you were hyper aware of where he was touching, your skin felt like fire under his touch. You were sure you were about to combust.

Instinctively, you push back against him slightly, addicted to the way he felt. You couldn’t deny that you loved how big and tall he was, how he swamped you completely. “I don’t know what you’re talking about Rogers.”

Your words were shaky and hoarse, you were sure he knew how turned on you were getting. His brought his spare hand up to your chin, gripping it between his thumb and finger, making you look up at him. “Lying now, huh? What am I going to do with you.”

He holds you for a second more before loosening his grip on you, spinning you around so that you were now flush against him, your breasts pressed up against him.

“I have a few ideas,” he whispers, using his free hand that was gripping you chin, he bends down slightly, gripping your ass, lifting you up with ease. You wrap your legs around him instantly. He places your other hand by his shoulder, letting you wrap your arms around his neck. You were both so close. “I think it’s time we take a shower, don’t you sweetheart?”

You bite you lip, shivers down you spine at what he was offering. You nod, words escaping you. This man left you utterly speechless most of the time, especially in the bedroom as he transformed into a man with a filthy mind and mouth.

He held you as he walked to the changing rooms attached to the training room. Both of you never looking away, the hunger and lust growing ever more. You were dripping, you knew it. This man had an effect on you like no other.

Before you knew it, Steve had pushed your back up against the cold tile wall causing you to gasp and arch your back. He captures your lips, kissing you deeply, swallowing your gasp. You didn’t even notice him turning in the shower until the cold water hit you both.

You broke away from the kiss, looking at Steve. “Someone could walk in,” you breathed.

“Let them,” Steve murmured, watching your lips. He didn’t hesitate as he kissed you again, the sweet taste of his toothpaste coming through. Kissing him was heaven, he always kissed you like a dying man, like he could get enough. It was addictive.

The water was soaking both your sports wear, making it stick to you uncomfortably. You groaned and tried to gracefully take your sport bra off without breaking the kiss, but you were unsuccessful at best.

Steve almost growls as you break the kiss again. “My bra, Steve,” you say breathless, indicating that you wanted it off. He wastes no time, using his hips to hold you up, his erection fully pressed against you. He grabs the bra and just rips it in two, the material basically shredding under his strength.

He curses under his breath as he takes in the sight of you breasts. He leans forwards, peppering kisses from your throat down to your nipple, the closer he got the more your body ached and tingled, the anticipation tightening low inside your stomach.

You moan out as he takes your nipple into his mouth, bringing his hand up to pinch the other. His mouth was warm and wet, the sudden intensity of his mouth causing your body to almost convulse with pleasure. Gripping his hair tightly, holding him to you, you moan out his name, causing him to suck a little harder.

He switches nipple, making sure to give you as much attention as possible. Steve was always a pleasure giver, he loved seeing you come undone under him. His mouth, his fingers or his cock, anything to see you mewl out his name.

“Steve please,” you whine, pushing against his erection. There was no need for preparation, Steve’s effect on you meant you were always ready. “I need you.”

Steve chuckled, the warm air on your nipple made you gasp. You were both soaked from the shower, his hair stuck to his forehead, sweatpants dangerously low on his hips from being soaked.

“Since you asked so nicely,” he replies, slowly lowering you to the ground, making sure you were stable enough on your feet to stand, although you were sure your knees would give out if he didn’t support you again soon. He sheds his own sweatpants, his cock springing free. The very sight made your mouth water.

He knelt down in front of you, pushing you back against the tile wall again. He looks up at you through his lashes, smirking as he hooks his fingers in your sport leggings, tugging them down torturously slow, feathering kisses on the new skin exposed. Each kiss was slow and deliberate, he made sure you felt everything.

He stopped his kisses just before the top of you knee, slipped the leggings off your feet and discarding them somewhere. He uses both his hands, forcing your legs apart slightly as he takes you in, breathing in deeply, his pupils dilating. He was prey, finally getting his reward.

“Look at you sweetheart,” he runs his finger along the inside of your thigh, dangerously close to your pussy. The teasing delicious yet so, so cruel. “So wet.”

You weren’t expecting him to lean forward and run his tongue along your slit, but when he did, the new feeling nearly sent you over the edge, the coil inside you tightening. You were so close to coming undone and he had barely touched you. You moaned loudly, your hands finding his hair and gripping it tightly.

You could feel the rumble of Steve laughing as he starts lapping at your pussy, his tongue sending wave after wave of intense pleasure through you. Steve was talented at many things.

This was one of them.

“Please,” you managed to choke out through the moans. “I need to be filled by you. Please.”

Steve loved when you begged for it. The first time you had, he nearly came from your words alone.

He kissed back up to your mouth, making sure to suck on both nipples as he did. He cupped your cheek again, looking at you.

You were already a wreck and he hasn’t even fucked you. Your body felt alive, every nerve on edge, hypersensitive to where his body was pressed against yours.

“Anything you need,” Steve whispered, kissing you once more. The salty taste of your own juices combined with Steve’s own taste made you moan, it was like a drug.

He lifted you up again, his cock pressed against your pussy, rubbing teasingly, his hips moving languidly against you. You were so close, so close to coming undone but you didn’t want to yet, you needed him in you.

As if he heard your mental please, he brings his hips back before lining up and slowly pushing in. The gradual feeling of being full made your mouth fall open, your eyes closed, focusing solely on the intense feeling of Steve filling you, stretching you.

There was a fine line between pleasure and pain and someone how Steve was able to go toe the line perfect. You were a snug fit around his cock, your pussy pulsing as he continued to fill you.

“Look at me sweetheart, I want you to watch me as I fuck you,” Steve’s husky voice brought you back to reality, as he pushed all the way in, fully seated in you. “Fuck, I can feel you pulsing. I can’t hold back now.”

You heed his warning and wrapped your arms around his neck just as he pulls out and snaps his hips back against you. The sudden thrust made you let out made you speechless, whatever moan lost in your throat, your mouth wide open. You watch Steve, his eyes hooded, his mouth parted as he pants, his eyes never leaving yours.

His thrusts were hard and unforgiving, your back hitting the wall hard enough that you were sure you would bruise again, his hips smashed against your skin. You were sure there would be marks, not that you cared. Your own nails were dug deep into his skin, probably enough to draw blood but Steve didn’t care as he carried on his onslaught of thrusts. Both of you marking each other in the only way you knew.

The only sound in the shower block was the wet sound of him in you, the water and the breathless moans coming from both of you. His hands were holding you in place, his fingers dug into your skin, his pace quickening.

With another snap of his hips, he shifted up slightly, bringing your hips forward and up slightly. With the new angle you cried out, tears pricking your eyes as he hit the right spot inside you. He smirked as he found it, the realisation spurring him on.

“I’m close Steve,” you cry out, feeling the coiling of pleasure deep in your lower belly. Your muscles were tense but your mind was in complete bliss. You could feel the familiar build of your own orgasm, you weren’t sure you could hold off much longer.

“Come for me sweetheart, come around my cock,” Steve grunted, thrusting into you again and again. With his words of encouragement, you let out a cry as your whole body gives into the pleasure. It felt like you were floating for a few seconds. You weren’t sure what was going on around, you could only feel Steve as he buried himself in you, his cock throbbing as he meets his own climax.

“Fuck,” Steve whispers, his forehead resting against yours. “What are you doing to me?”

You let out a breathless laugh. You weren’t sure what you were doing to him, but if it was anything like the way he made you feel, you were both equally screwed.

[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…”

[pixiexdusts-world]

Incorrect quote

Y/n: This food is too hot… I can’t eat it.

Bucky: You’re very hot, and I still eat you.

Sam: YOU GUYS ARE DISGUSTING!

Steve: one dinner… I just want ONE DINNER!

[charg3rs0ck3t]

Random story prompts:

Period scare

Steve Rodgers x fem!reader.

(Name): “Hey! Sorry, I bled through your sheets last night.. I washed them though!”

Steve: “Don’t worry about it sweetheart!”

(Name): “so.. you’re not angry..?”

Steve: “No, why would I be? What are you apologising for anyways, it’s natural isn’t it?”

(Name): “Natural? I don’t know, do normal people bleed through the sheets at night?”

Steve: “Yeah, I thought all women got their period?”

(Name): [laughs and pats a large bandage on their waist] “Oh! No I’m not on my period! Bucky just stabbed me during training yesterday!”

Steve: [Angry as shit, storming towards a slowly retreating Bucky] “He did fucking what?!?!”

[artficlly]

face the music (masterlist)

Music College Marvel AU

!frat!musician!bucky x !frat!musician!steve x !musician!femreader

You are a scholarship student at Stark's College of Music. After accidentally showing up the college's elite group with your singing at the Annual Showing. They aren't happy with you, nor are you with all the extra unwanted attention. But you can't help but notice that two of the school elite - Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers - have taken a particular interest in you.

This fic includes a lot of heavy past abuse and the healing journey from that, theres a lot of feminine rage sprinkled in between but please read at your own risk!

main masterlist

Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven

[notinthislife50]

Chapter 2

Meeting the real Captain America

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Fury picked up the phone immediately and you panicked. As he saw you step back in fear, he shouted “no wait, I’m only getting help”

You hesitated and darted your eyes down the corridor. Once you were some what pacified you nodded your head in his direction to continue. From the conversation you noted Captain America’s name. The real Captain America. A short time later you watched Captain America and Natasha Romanoff walk down the corridor towards you. You felt your breath quicken and you were just about to try make your escape when Natasha stopped her and Steve from walking any more. Steve turned to her in confusion. “It’s okay, Ms y/l/n we are here to bring you to the avengers compound. We are are to protect you.” She tried to comfort you. You glanced at fury and back at them. Fuck when did you become this frightened pathetic woman. “Okay but we take the stairs and I walk behind you both” you tried to sound confident. Natasha nodded and smiled at you. “You planning on making a quick get away” “Only if I have to Miss Romanoff” you smiled back knowing she meant no harm.

You entered the quinjet and Steve to your seat while Natasha took her seat as pilot and started getting the quinjet ready for take-off.

Steve kneeled in front of you. "It's a bit complicated would it be okay if I help you?" He asked. You looked AT him and smiled "thank you" you whispered. AS Steve strapped you In being as gentle as he could, you trying not to blush. As he did the last strap around your waist he caught glimpse of your wrist. "Miss y/l/n" "Please call me y/n  " you said in your low voice. "Y/n we really need to get this wrist looks at" he exclaimed taking your hand as gently as he could in his hand and examining it. "Yea I would have alternated it. But need my strong hand to shoot and fight" you laughed sadly. He held your wrist for a moment massaging the cracked skin. You both looked softly at each other. His attention was called away when Natasha called out "Ready for take off" he smiled at you dropped your wrist and sat beside Natasha. You guys finally reached the compound but your guard was still up and you still clutched the brief case close to your chest. “We are just going to inform the other avengers then Natasha will show you to your room” Steve said softly

[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...