#steve rogers concept

[whorefordean]

uncomfortable || s.r

wc - 721

pairing - steve rogers x reader

warnings - none

—————————————————————————

It had been a week since you got back from your last mission, and you had yet to have a peaceful night of sleep. You were completely exhausted and nothing was helping. As you rolled over once more, Steve started to shift. You held your breath for a moment, hoping he wouldn’t wake up due to your incessant moving.

However, as luck would have it, Steve spoke up.

“Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” Steve asked as he reached out to pull you towards him.

“Can’t sleep, Stevie,” you nearly whined. Steve’s heart broke a little. Your words slurred, and you sounded like you hadn’t slept in days. And honestly? You haven’t.

Steve said nothing as he pulled you closer to him. You clung to his shirt and you dug your face into his chest. The two of you stayed silent. You listened to Steve’s heart beating rhythmically in his chest. Steve thought, after a while, that you had fallen asleep. He hoped you had, wanting nothing more than for you to be at peace. But you weren’t.

You had started to turn away from Steve when he stopped you.

“Come on,” Steve spoke softly, standing up from the bed. You paused, confused, prompting him to pull you up from the bed to carry you out of your room. You said nothing as you wrapped your legs high up around your boyfriend’s waist, letting your head drop onto his shoulder. You threaded your hands into his hair as he carried you away from your room, down the hall, and into the living room.

Steve moved to lay down on the couch with you laying directly on top of him. Steve pulled the blanket off the back of the couch and draped it over the two of you. As you laid on top of him, Steve slipped one of his hands up the hem of your shirt, drawing soft patterns against your skin. You allowed yourself to sink into his touch, finding comfort in the way his chest rose and fell against yours.

Steve used his other hand to card his fingers through your hair. He hummed a soft melody, breaking the silence in the cozy room. A gentle sigh escaped your lips as sleep consumed you.

-------------------

“Can you shut up?”

“You’re the one being loud!”

“You’re gonna wake them up.”

“I’m already awake, Peter.”

“Sorry, Mr. Captain Steve!”

You whined quietly at the bright sun shining in your face and the loud voices waking you from the only sleep you’d gotten in days. You buried your head deeper into Steve’s chest and tried to block everything out.

“They’re not going away, sweetheart,” Steve laughed at your actions.

“Use your authority and make them,” you mumbled.

Steve chuckled softly and kissed the top of your head. You felt him shift under you, eventually moving the two of you into a seated position. You lifted your head to meet his gaze. He held a charming smile on his face.

“Goodmorning, sweetheart,” he beamed.

“It was until these idiots ruined it,” you smiled sweetly at him. You turned your head to see Sam, Bucky, and Peter still hovering over the couch.

“Peter, are they corrupting you?” you asked, playfully narrowing your eyes at your friends.

“Wow, I am appalled that you think so little of us, Y/N,” Sam spoke, feigning hurt.

“Really, Y/N, tell us how you really feel!” Bucky sighed dramatically.

“Don’t speak to me or my son ever again,” Sam exclaimed, grabbing Peter’s arm and dragging him away. Bucky followed after, yelling something about fighting for custody of their now adopted son Peter.

You and Steve laughed for a moment before settling into a peaceful silence. Your arms were looped under his with your head resting against his shoulder. Steve’s arms were draped loosely around your waist, head tucked into your neck. You sighed in relief, finally feeling well rested. Finally feeling alive.

[chxrryhansen]

౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊ Cherry’s concepts 9/50

Character; Steve Rogers

Kink; Breeding

Dialogue; “You look so pretty like this.”

Requested by; Anon🙊

As always, this blog contains 18+ content only, your media consumption is your own responsibility, all dark content will be labled as such. Please read at your own risk.

₊♡₊˚ 🍒・₊✧

your hands gripped the cotton bedsheets in tight fists as steve's thick hand slammed down against your ass from behind, instantly flustering your hot skin as you cried out in pleasure.

your pussy stretched around his thick cock, riding him reverse cowgirl as he thrusted his hips up into your dripping heat, the sound of clapping skin filling the room.

"fuck... thats it, you take this dick so fucking good, my sweet fuckin' whore." steve grunted, his hands moved to grip your hips, slamming you up and down on his cock, your pussy clenching around his length as your clit slapped against his balls with each bounce, his pretty blonde locks began sticking to his forehead as sweat dripped down his cheeks from the rapid pace he was fucking you at.

"your s-so big, daddy, feels s' good." you whimpered as your juices leaked out of you, creating a cream coloured ring around the base of his shaft.

"i know baby, i know. shit, look at that, creamin' all over daddys fat dick, huh? what a messy girl you are, sweetheart." he growled as his release neared, wanting nothing more than to fill you up with his hot n sticky cum.

"gonna' cum inside this cunt til its dripping down your fuckin' thighs, you fuckin' whore..yeah? you want daddys cum? such a good little slut f' me."

"p-please daddy, need it so bad, miss the way your cum fills me up daddy." you babbled as he planted his feet against the bed, beginning to relentlessly pound into your pussy, desperate to get you pregnant with his kids.

he was quick to flip you over, staring down at you as he fucked you sensually in missionary, one hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing tight as he forced you to stare into his eyes.

"you look so pretty like this, baby, all fucked out, god, i'm gonna' cum, your gonna' make me cum, oh fuck, ohhh f-fuckkk." he groaned, his hips stuttering as his warm seed began to fill you making you quiver around his length, ropes of hot cum spurting into your pussy. you whined at the feeling of his warmth stuffing you.

Steve shushed you as he leant down to catch your lips in a sloppy kiss, your tongues battled for dominance until he squeezed your throat tighter, making you gasp for breath, his tongue beginning to explore your mouth. He pulled away slowly, a trail of spit connecting your lips, the sight leaving you breathless.

"i can't wait to make you a mommy, baby, gonna' look so hot, all full and round with my kids." he rasped, his soft cock growing hard inside of you once more, growling as he began thrusting gently.

you whimpered, mentally preparing your sore cunt for round two, or three… or four.

[yourbuckies]

— Charles Bukowski, A Vote for the Gentle Light

[sometimes-space-remain]

https://kelli-057.ludgu.top/k/yHAuF6P

https://kelli-057.ludgu.top/k/yHAuF6P

[only-better]

https://carolyn-763.ludgu.top/v/iVucXW2

[weregonnabecoolbeans]

Me: Why do i love making myself sad by thinking about the clones and order 66 and the jedi so much?

Also me: Captain America: The Winter Soldier is my favourite movie of all time.

[chxrryhansen]

౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊ Cherry’s Concepts

This blog contains 18+ content only, your media consumption is your own responsibility, all dark content will be labled as such. Read at your own risk.

This event is no longer open to requests!

Cherry’s Concepts!

Submit your request to the form above and receive a drabble. All you have to do is choose a character, kink and dialogue! Please leave your username so i have a way to tag you once your concept has been posted, if you wish to remain anonymous that’s perfectly fine too! please note most drabbles are likely to be 800 words or less.

You can find all of my completed concepts below! All posts will be tagged as ‘chxrrys concepts’ 💞

『𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒』

Steve Rogers + Throat fucking + “Look at the mess you made.”

Steve Rogers + Breeding + “You look so pretty like this.”

『𝐀𝐑𝐈 𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍』

Ari Levinson + Sex infront of a mirror + “I’m sorry, what was that?”

Ari Levinson + Man handling + “Are you fucking crying?”

Ari Levinson + Public sex + “Beg for it.”

『𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐘𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐍』

Lloyd Hansen + Man handling + “Be a good girl and open wide.”

『𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐍』

Rafe Cameron + Non-Con + “Look at the mess you made.”

『𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐒 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓』

Curtis Everett + Chase kink + “What did you just say.”

『𝐁𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐒』

Bucky Barnes + Breeding + “You can run but you can’t hide.”

Bucky Barnes + Piss play + “Look at the mess you made.”

© Chxrryhansen. Do not copy, translate or repost my work to any other platforms. Plagiarisation is not accepted.

[lilacevans]

༊*·˚ main materlist | pete's place's opening night | the playlist ༊*·˚

✧.* ೃ⁀➷ pairings & future pairings: pete brenner x female!reader. lloyd hansen x female!reader. ari levinson x female!reader. curtis everett x female!reader. steve rogers x female!reader. jake jensen x female!reader. (and others that will be revealed at a later date.)

word count: 1026 | series rating: explicit. ༊*·˚

warnings: implied abusive relationship, homelessness, alcohol, general sadness.

this is a dark au. minors are not welcome here.

✧.* ೃ⁀➷ notes: the intro is here!! it's here!! i proof read as much as i could, however some mistakes may remain. i was gonna share a little more, but i think this is perfect for setting up the first chapter! i'm so excited to share this with you! please let me know what you think! reblogs save lives! mwah! enjoy!!

A year after you packed brown boxes scrawled with black ink, clothes stuffed into various bags, and the hope of true love, into the back of your car, to move across the country to live with your ex-boyfriend, you find yourself one night in a heart pounding screaming match.

Thrown dishes, broken glass, picture frames on the floor. The remnants of a lost love etched by the sounds of your cries into the tattered walls of the home you shared.

With pleading cries, tear stained cheeks, and heart in your throat, you’re grabbed and shoved out the door in nothing but a pair of sweats, and shirt with a coat being darted at you whilst you laid on the ground. One too many hours were spent afterwards pounding your fists against the front door, begging  to at least have your purse so you can get a hotel room. 

Just as you were about to leave, looking down at your battered, red hands, your purse was dropped out of a window; the contents spilled onto the grass below. With a sigh, either sadness or relief; you weren't sure which, you bent to pick up your scattered belongings, cursing the man during. 

Luckily, you had everything you needed; cash, ID, and your shitty, overused phone. 

You called around for a cab, numb fingers shaking as you pressed the blurry numbers, but with it being Friday night, you were looking at a long wait so instead, you decided to cut your losses and walk to find the nearest hotel. 

The downside of moving, and being essentially trapped within the same four walls for months on end, is that you quickly found yourself lost– and being lost on Skid Row was the last place you wanted to be.

You willed your tears to not fall after you walked by tent after tent, stranger after stranger, clutching your purse tight, old key’s spread between your fingers, and finally found yourself outside the Hotel Cecil. You laughed to yourself in disbelief of having to head inside and get a room; but nonetheless, you did just that. 

Lying on a dingy bedspread, surrounded by more nicotine-stained walls, you muffled your cries behind your hands and slowly fell into a sombre slumber and wondered just how the fuck you had gotten yourself here. 

Over the next few days, you walked around, getting to know your surroundings and applying for jobs left and right. You were forced to ration your food while you looked around for cheaper hotel rooms. You were trying your hardest to avoid the sprawls of clubs begging for dancers but after finding yourself downtrodden after applying for yet another job and getting immediately dismissed, and not having any luck finding a cheaper room, you walked back to your grubby hotel and bump— quite literally— into two drunk guys. 

‘’Ooh, one of Pete’s girls,’’ The guy slurred while his eyes glazed filthily over your body making you instinctively wrap your arms around yourself. 

‘’I don’t know who that is and I’m certainly not one of anyone's girls,’’ You defend, slowly backing away as the guy then sighs and points behind you. 

‘’Well, you’d sure fit in with the rest of ‘em.’’ 

With that, the men carried on with their drunken journey while you left bewildered. 

You shook your head and turned to carry on home when you were suddenly blinded by a huge, purple neon sign:

Pete’s Place.

Underneath a small notice hung from the sign read: Dancers Apply Within. 

You looked around and whined quietly while you watched patron after patron enter the club. Two heavily built doormen eyed you. You shook out your bundling nerves, hung your head and followed the thump of the bass into the belly of the seedy club. Red and purple hues guided you into the belly of the club where you found red booths filled with drunk bodies that circled small stages. Girls with perfect form swirled around the pole, capturing the attention of everyone inside. 

‘’And who might you be?’’

You turned to find a man staring intensely, glass warm in hand, sharp suit and sea-blue eyes. Your mouth hung, mind blank for a moment before sputtering out,

‘’Oh, I–  I’m looking for the owner– I was hoping to… Audition…’’ You trailed off as the man began to circle you, fingers pried away your coat slightly, gaze wandering over your body. Calloused fingers tilted your chin upwards while he inspected your face before a slight smile appeared on his lips.

‘’Yeah, you’ll do,’’ He concluded and began to walk away. ‘’Follow me.’’

‘’I take it you’re the owner,’’ you inquired as you followed the man to the other side of the club and down a dimly lit hallway, smiling back at, what you assumed was, one of his girls. ‘’You’re Pete?’’ 

‘’That’s me,’’ he confirmed as you’re led into an office. ‘’Gonna need to see ID, need you to sign a couple contracts, and for you to take your clothes off,’’ he quick fired as he sat himself in his chair and threw a small stack of paper across the table. 

‘’Excuse me? Contracts?’’

‘’All my girls sign to stay loyal to the club, I don’t need anyone running off and taking my profits with him– helps limit competition, and I need to see what I’m working with here, you’re not exactly gonna be wearing a winter coat out there. Usually you’d come during the day, work the pole but, I got three of my regular girls out tonight, so it’s your lucky day.’’

‘’Oh,’’ You answer simply, pausing before a moment.  ‘’Right, yeah, lucky me– Of course,’’ you stumble out as you reach into your pocket and slide your ID on to his desk before peeling your jacket off and taking in a heavy breath before lifting your shirt over your head and sliding down your skirt with shaking hands.

‘’Over here,’’ Pete summoned, fingers tapped at his desk before turning his chair to the side to make use of empty space, relaxing into the chair with parted legs. 

‘’Show me what you can do.’’

[becca-e-barnes]

Welcome to the mini-series I didn’t know I could be so passionate about!

‘Shit he said’ will be a series of stand-alone fics, each based on a short prompt. The prompts have been (consensually) borrowed from someone who has said each of them to me recently and I’ve found it overwhelmingly sexy! The four prompts I’ve listed are hopefully just a starting point and more will be added in the future.

It’s going to be fun!

It’s going to be filthy!

And above all else, it’s a reminder to myself that good sex absolutely isn’t just a fictional concept! Really good sex exists in the real world! This series will reflect on some of the wonderful encounters I've had but will also drift into exploring things I'd like to try.

✨ All credit for the prompts goes to the incredible person providing them! I have no doubt you’ll see this. I hope I can do your brilliant brain justice. Thank you for being consistently amazing!! ✨

1. “I forgot just how good this can feel.” - Roommate!FWB!Bucky x female reader

2. “Will you let me?” - Sub!Bucky x female reader

3. “You are. Every inch. The fantasy.” - Professor!Bucky x female reader

4. “No one who doubts how beautiful they are fucks like that.” - TBC (Maybe sbf!bucky or CEO!Bucky?)

5. "Here comes trouble." - CEO!Bucky x female reader

[anxiousnerdwritings]

Yan!dad!Steve Rogers is totally the type to put parental control features on whatever he deems inappropriate for the Reader. Even if they’re a whole ass grown adult with a family and a mortgage. If they had a work laptop or something of the sort he’d do the same thing with it too. The IT department wouldn’t even know what to do when the Reader comes to them to fix it.