#Captain America x Male!Reader

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The Teacher And The Best-friend

Word count: 1,330

Summary: you and your hot teacher Mr. Rogers have hot passionate sex. But you get caught by Ms. Carter. What will happen next between you, Steve and Peter?

Warnings: Teacher x male student, smut, you and Peter are high school senior’s, gay unprotected sex, blowjob Steve receiving, rimming male reader receiving, Steve calls you baby and sweetheart, you get caught by Peggy, angst at the end, hinting at possible Peter x male reader.

M/n: male name

GIF’S not mine

You watch as Mr. Rogers walks around the class handing out everyone their test, he finally walks towards your desk and hands you your test “thank you” you look at your test and see *see me after class* written in red. “Great” you lay your head on your desk and you put your test into your backpack. Once Mr. Rogers finally finished passing out the test he walked towards the front of the class.

“I want everyone to read chapter 8 through 9, he will be discussing it tomorrow during class” the bell finally rings signaling the end of the school day. You watch as everyone gets their stuff and begins to exit the class. “Let’s go M/n” you smile at Peter “I’ll catch up to you” he smiles back at you “alright” after a few minutes the classroom is finally empty.

You watch as Mr. Rogers is on his desk grading some papers “Mr. Rogers, what did you want to talk about?” “M/n I’m afraid you might fail the semester if you are not able to bring your grade up” “I know” you look down at your hands “but I am really trying, I just have been distracted a lot lately” you feel his gaze on you. You slowly look up and meet his eyes “is everything alright at home?” You nod “it’s not that”

You watch as he gets up and walks around the desk and walks closer towards you “you can talk to me about anything M/n” you look into his blue eyes and walk closer towards him your body’s only inches away. You notice his hand on top of his desk and slowly touch his fingers with your own, “M/n we shouldn’t do this” you walk closer towards him “i know but I can’t help it”

You feel as he wraps his arms around your body pulling you closer towards him, he finally crashes his lips on yours. You close your eyes and moan into each other's mouths, you finally pull away from the kiss and catch your breath “Mr. Rogers” “call me Steve” you lower your hand down his shirt and begin to unbutton his pants.

“Someone’s eager” you let out a small laugh “I’ve wanted you since the moment I first walked into your class Steve” he grips your hair tightly and pulls it back “I’ve wanted you too M/n” you finally slip your hand into his underwear and begin to play with his growing cock.

He lowers his face into your neck and begins to suck on it, “mhm” he pulls off your neck after a few seconds. You slowly lower yourself into your knees and look up at him, you slap his cock on your tongue and begin to slowly take him into your mouth.

You watch as he grips the desk with his hands, you feel as if your nose is tickled by his hair. You keep his cock in your mouth for a couple of seconds before slowly pulling away. He lifts your chin up so your looking at him “fuck baby come here” he lifts you up and lays you on his desk, he pulls you into a kiss.

You feel as he begins to unbutton your pants, he pulls away from the kiss and helps you remove your pants and underwear. He grabs your legs and pulls them apart displaying your pink hole at him “fuck M/n” you watch as he slowly leans in and you begin to feel his warm tongue lick your rim before slowly inserting in tongue in you, you let out a small moan.

“Mmmm such a delicious hole” you feel as he begins to insert two of his fingers into your hole “Mhhm Steve I need you” “I know sweetheart, but I don’t want to hurt you” you feel as he hits your prostate with the tip of his fingers making you see stars “oh god right there” you begin to feel as he begins to attack your prostate with his fingers.

“You feel good?” You nod “well you’re about to feel a lot better” he removes his fingers from your hole causing you to let out a small whine. He grips your legs and slowly lowers them in his shoulders “you ready?” “Yesss” he begins to insert his cock into your needy hole.

“Shit your still so fucking tight” you throw your hands around his neck holding him tightly “feel..so…fulll” you watch as a smile creeps into his face “you feel so good wrapped around my cock baby” “Steve…please..move” “are you sure?” You nod “use your words” “please fuck me Steve”

You feel as he begins to move his hips, you bite your lip loving how he felt inside of you. You close your eyes as Steve slowly thrust into you, after a few minutes he begins to pick up the speed to his thrust. You begin to let out low moans “shit baby I love the sounds you make” he leans down and connects your lips in a heated kiss. You feel as his tongue begins to explore your mouth.

You feel as he pulls away from the kiss, you throw your head back and begin to arch your back “Ste..ve….I’m…clo..se” you feel as he begins to grip the base of your cock “not yet M/n I want us to cum together” you begin to sink your nails into Steve’s shoulders as he constantly hits your prostate with his cock.

After a few minutes his thrust begin to get sloppy, he leans down and begins to whisper into your ear “fuck I’m gonna cum” “me too” “where do you want it?” “In..side…me…ple..se” he delivers one final thrust into you letting out a loud moan. You shit your eyes tightly as you finally cum all over your and Steve’s stomach.

“Your mine now” you feel as you begin to smile “im only yours” he begins to slowly remove his cock from your loose hole “fuck what a pretty sight” you watch as he begins to pull his pants back on. You watch as he takes his underwear and begins to clean the leaking cum that begins to come out of your hole.

“Thanks” “no problem” you sit up and begin to get dressed again. Once you're fully dressed again you look at him and smile and you pull him into a kiss, you hear a knock at his door and the two of you quickly pull away. You watch as Ms. Carter walks into the classroom, you watch as she inspects the room and notices your messy hair and the papers on the floor. “What is going on here?” “I can explain Peggy”

You watch as she exits the classroom “shit, I’ll be right back M/n” you nod. You watch as he leaves the classroom, you begin to walk around the classroom scared of what might happen. After a few minutes Steve walks back into the classroom “what happened” “I’m resigning in the morning” “what” you try to comfort him but he slowly walks back “I think you should go M/n”

You look at him confused “alright” you go to your desk and grab your backpack. You watch as he begins to clean up the mess that both of you made, you walk out of his classroom shutting the door. You begin to walk down the hallway as tears begin to collect in your eyes.

You walk past Peter not noticing him “Hey M/n, wait up” you begin to slow down “are you alright” “I don’t want to talk about it” he looks at you and pulls you into a hug “you don’t have to talk About it if you don’t want to” you begin to cry into his shoulder “thanks Pete” “anything for my best friend, how about we go for some pizza”You wipe away the tears from your face “pizza sounds great”

[nouearth]

“POLKA DOTS AND MOONBEAMS”

steve rogers x male reader.

𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐅𝐅 & 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓—headcanon [ 4.1k ] 〳 part one

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒—male reader 〳 domestic!au 〳 mid-century!era 〳 'roommates' 〳established relationship 〳 secret husband!steve 〳 mentions of period-homophobia 〳 brief quarreling 〳 sexual content: top!steve, bottom!reader, love-making, breeding, milking, praising, verbal, dirty talk, body worshiping, guidance.

𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑.

Secret Husband!Steve Rogers who coasted the city and was on a mission to find the best spaghetti and meatballs with you.

‣ "Verdict?"

‣ Steve's gaze looked right past the fork held before your lips, watching your mouth and expression twist and turn like the spaghetti noodles around the fork prongs prior.

‣ "It's good... not great. The sauce isn't as thick as I'd like for it to be... but it tastes fresh? Basil leaves adds a nice balance to the acidity... but the meatballs are a little overcooked. What do you think, Steve? I'm too picky, aren't I?"

‣ It was written all over your face. Satisfied, but not impressed.

‣ Unlike the last restaurant where you two had the misfortune of eating bloated pasta noodles and watery red sauce, this place was edible and especially generous with their serving.

‣ Decent, if Steve had the chance of writing a one-worded review for the paper.

‣ "You're not picky, just particular, but I agree. Red sauce is good—Padrino's still better. Meatballs are pretty tough, aren't they... but I do like the flavor of them. You can tell they used a fattier mixture compared to the rest. A lot of garlic too, which makes up for the lack of it in the sauce..."

‣ "Not as good as Mama's?"

‣ "The moment we find a spaghetti that's as good as your mother's, is the day we find a way to squeeze water from stone, (M/N)."

‣ "Don't mention that to her. I don't need her ego to be any more inflated than it already has been."

‣ Dates like these were never boring.

‣ No matter how many times Steve had watched your face wrench in disdain or light up in surprise, he always found it a joy to watch you participate in this arbitrary—now routinely—idea of critiquing spaghetti and meatballs so earnestly.

‣ To be fair, it wasn't like you two had a slew of options to make dates seem... more like dates.

‣ In fact, there shouldn't have been any options offered on the table in the first place.

‣ Any intimations that you and Steve were on a date would've been subject to a location change.

‣ Most likely, a candle-lit dinner in a jail-cell, dined over cold hard concrete, and Steve was sure the spaghetti and meatballs served there was going to clutch last place in his ranking.

‣ Though, Steve was hopeful that the romance would still be alive and well had it ever come to that point.

‣ You had a thing for restaurants with a gimmick.

‣ "Seven out of ten sounds about right?"

‣ "What about dessert? We can't leave without getting the tiramisu, Steve."

‣ "Since when did we factor in desserts for the scoring?"

‣ "What—since we started. Don't tell me you've been only ranking the spaghetti and meatballs... it's all about the experience, the... the je ne sais quoi—heard that on the radio once!"

‣ "The je ne sais quoi—this is why I wanted you to be the one logging everything down, (M/N)!"

‣ It took more of a toll on him than it did on you.

‣ Well, if it did, then you did a stunning job at maintaining your usual optimism.

‣ Whenever you two were out in public, Steve felt hammered by this distance pushing him apart.

‣ It was a conscious effort on both ends—a natural one that pertained to the business of being in a homosexual relationship

‣ Or just being a homosexual, period.

‣ Steve understood it. He abode it. And he hated it.

‣ Often, when the conversation between you and him would come to a slow, Steve would look right past your shoulder, right at the lucky couple who were in his sight-line—a gentleman with an impressive mustache and his lady—and simply stare.

‣ His thoughts wandered.

‣ The gentleman was unabashed in his public flirtations with the woman.

‣ Massaging her hands, tending to the aches in her knuckles with firm, but appeasing presses.

‣ The smell of his cigar was pervasive, but the lady didn't seem to mind. It seemed like she thought it was rather charming when he blew a smoke towards her face.

‣ One hand would run up her arms in several strokes, rough callous grinding down her goosebumps, and the man would compliment how soft and supple her skin was.

‣ The lady would bat her eyelashes, giggle at the man's public display of affection whilst also maintaining some sense of courtesy to halt his advances when a pair of curious eyes were enough to render her cheeks scarlet—like the lipstick she had worn for the evening.

‣ Steve hated this restraint. This lack of freedom that forced him to talk to you as if you were his co-worker.

‣ To look at you as if he had no affection for you whatsoever when that was further from the truth.

‣ To touch you as if you were an infection that could cost him his life, and him to yours.

‣ That wasn't completely off from what society thought of people like you and Steve, was it.

‣ "It's not nice to stare, Steve... quit it."

‣ "If I can't even look at my own lov—you, what else am I supposed to do?"

‣ "Steve—come on, not now. You know how it is. It's hard, I know. But... we can't just be cooped up in our pad and wear out its virtues. It's nice to go out every once in a while, even if—it has to be like this."

‣ "It's just not—fair. Maybe—maybe we can do something. It doesn't feel right if we're doing nothing about those bar raids too. They're increasing, you know? Becoming more violent and—"

‣ "Hush. People are staring to look."

‣ "Why do you seem completely fine with this? Hiding ourselves—"

‣ "Look, I don't like it as much as you do. Hell, it's killing me on the inside that I can't even smile at you like how it would naturally come. But I'm okay with hiding—because it's for my safety, and most importantly, for yours. I don't ask for much, but I've envisioned the near end of my life to be fulfilled and labored with no regrets. With a house where I can harvest my own apples from my own tree. With a lazy pup that knows better than to eat through my laces. All of that would be possible because I hid—no—because I endured. And I would heavily prefer it if you would join me in that life. Call me a coward, spineless, or selfish, but I don't want it to be our last, Steve. It's terrifying—to know that any day I could lose you to violence and persecution, myself included. So, please—just hold it out for longer—that's all I ask of you."

‣ Most of all, Steve hated that he was envious.

‣ He wished he could be the one wiping sauce stain off your lips.

‣ He wished that he could hold your hand over the table and stroke the ring on your finger that you could've kept on.

‣ He wished that he could stop the tears from welling in your eyes like he often did back at home.

‣ He wished that he could tell you that he loved you, either with a mouthful of meatballs or none at all, because in the end—it would've felt better than communicating those three words with three taps of his foot to your shin.

‣ You nearly reached over for his hand to calm him down, but pulled your back straight upon the fright of a passing waiter and opted for the cipher that was could only be cracked between you and Steve.

‣ Three gentle kicks to his shin, once more to his other leg, and Steve sighed for pardon, returning the cipher gently to your own shin.

‣ He wished he could openly compliment how handsome his husband looked tonight, ramble how grateful he was to have you in his life, or complain about how you kicked him a little too hard, but that was all well and fine because it meant that you were still present.

‣ Freedom—All of it, the positives and negatives, without the looming threat of a policeman pummeling you and Steve with a nightstick afterwards—because that was normal.

‣ Because that was life.

‣ A life that will pay in the long run.

‣ "Check, please."

𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐃𝐄.

Secret Husband!Steve Rogers who ambled the misty street of Brooklyn Heights with you, the night dew giving everything a hazy look as you and Steve passed through moist air, side-by-side.

‣ "I was brash tonight, Steve. I apologize."

‣ "No, no... you were right. If anything, I was being a fat head. I was out-of-line. I'm sorry."

‣ "You were right too, you know. It's not fair. It's not that I don't want to do anything about it, I really do. I just—it can't be the two of us tackling something bigger than us. Everyone is petrified, Steve."

‣ "I know... but if we somehow all come together in some kind of union, then maybe—we can call for a difference. Show them that enough is enough. Show them that fear is no longer something they can instill in us."

‣ "Like a rebellion or something?"

‣ "Well, if it has to come to that, then so be it."

‣ "You know a guy, don't you..."

‣ "I know a guy."

‣ "Is it Bucky?"

‣ "What—how'd you know?"

‣ "Steve, you only know one guy."

Secret Husband!Steve Rogers who was detoured into a dark alleyway between business building blocks. There was the droning sound sound of night, the low and humming resonant as the city had fallen asleep, all but two guests.

‣ "(M/N), what are we—"

‣ "All that quarreling made me forget to tell you how dashing you looked tonight. You know I especially like your hair combed back like that, Steve-o."

‣ He didn't need much of a hint as to what you were getting at.

‣ Squeezing in between a narrow passageway that would luckily only admit two bodies at a time, you and Steve were obscured from any wandering eyes.

‣ From judgement of the world.

‣ "Steve, you ought-ta listen to me more. Blue polka dots look darling on you."

‣ "If I recall correctly, you were the one who wanted me to wear a pink tie, darling."

‣ "Pink would've made me sauced my pants..."

‣ "You. Are. So. Vulgar."

‣ Shadows cast over his squashed body against yours, the moonlight only lighting the parts that mattered the most right now.

‣ The laughter that left your mouth after each peck Steve would grace you with.

‣ The lips that had him feeling withdrawal symptoms after an unbearable few hours of watching you lick sauce off your lips.

‣ The hand that tug Steve closer by his tie.

‣ The eyes that drew Steve in closer, until the tip of his nose touched yours.

‣ "Have I told you how much I love my cologne on you, darling?"

‣ "Have I told you how much I prefer your cologne rubbing off on me, as opposed to me spraying it on directly?"

‣ Slowly, breathing, pacifying; Steve's invisible stubble made your mouth twitch with a scratch, one of your many quirks he found himself silently obsessing over.

‣ And that was enough to push him over the edge, and finally kiss you like he'd wanted to since the evening had started.

‣ It was slow, almost careful like Steve was afraid of breaking you.

‣ Steve wasn't expecting this self-restraint from you. He wasn't expecting your hands on his jaw, tenderly massaging at either sides to keep your hands preoccupied while he slid his tongue alongside yours.

‣ He wasn't expecting to hear his own pulse because you were so stubborn in maintaining this control—you refused to summon urgency by vaulting your moans into the back of your throat.

‣ But Steve knew you more than he knew himself. He knew how you liked your eggs in the morning. He knew the perfect temperature for your bath. He knew you from the mole on your back, to the stance when you were impatient.

‣ He knew that if he led one of your hands right here—feeling the cusp of his growing bulge—that you'd give Steve what he wanted, and fall completely apart.

‣ And Steve knew that—by the eager palm of your hand, shoving into his unbuckled pants and groping—he was right.

‣ "Steve—just fuck me right here, yeah? I can't take it anymore."

‣ "Honey, we don't have any slick..."

‣ "Then give it to me raw. Use your spit. The rain. I don't care, I need you—"

‣ Your lips were warm and soft when Steve kissed you from rambling into the void again. His hands were against your stomach and chest, and your moans sent shivers down his spine.

‣ "Christ—turn around."

‣ Against the brick wall, teeth sinking into your forearm, you took Steve in without any regrets. Cold sweat breaking over your skin like evening dew collecting on window sills.

‣ "O-oh, fuck—slowly, Steve—"

‣ You could feel Steve's heart beat against your back, pushing further into you, huffing into your neck.

‣ "I love you."

‣ "I love you."

‣ From then on, you and Steve lived without any regrets.

𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍.

Secret Husband!Steve Rogers who relished every inch of your body; with his eyes, with his mouth, with his hands, with his body, with his being—until you found yourself transported wholly to all different kinds of sensations, and he'd repeat to discover new ones for you.

‣ "You're good at this, you know."

‣ "Humor me?"

‣ Steve was mouthing at your inner thigh, one hand stroking your leaking cock, and the other pumping his Vaseline-slicked fingers into you.

‣ He looked up from his eyelashes, teasing your sack with a lick.

‣ Another lick, because he liked being distracted by your body arching off the bed, crinkling the sheets in the process.

‣ "Good at loving me. You know what I want, what I need—just like that. Putting another finger into me without asking of me if you can. Twisting—fuck—turning me out, all based on how my body responds to you."

‣ "Well, it's not difficult to gauge what you need. Your nails dig into the sheets when it's too much. Your fingers and toes curl when the pleasure's coming in. Your hips roll—when you need more, or a new fix. I'm no magician you're making me out to be, (M/N).

‣ "You notice all of that? That's embarrassing... and here I thought I was being alluring..."

‣ Steve layered his thick cock in slick, capping the tin and tossing it to the bedside counter after.

‣ He teased your prepped rim, observing how the ring of muscle would catch a string of his pre-cum and latch onto it with a clench.

‣ At the sound of your moan, at the sight of you toying with your nipples, at the torn decision between preening—you knew that he liked the sight of you biting your lips—and ceasing his taunts.

‣ Steve's cock veins pulsed, his cock pleading for him to fill that delicious hole before him, otherwise it would live in agony for as long as it could leak.

‣ "I do, and it's not embarrassing. I love how you—mm—like that. I love how you immediately wrap your arms and legs around me when I finally push my cock inside of you.

‣ "Oh, Steve—"

‣ "I love how you call my name, just like that. Say it again."

‣ "Steve..!"

‣ He pressed his forehead against yours and groaned with you. His hips racketed off your ass in a slow, but increasing rhythm.

‣ You held onto him, hands over his neck, anchoring him close until the only way you could have your fix of air was through Steve's lips.

‣ Steve's mind was empty, except for the thought of your hot tongue roaming into his mouth and the swelling grasp your walls had around his loving cock.

‣ "Like that... I love how I can decipher every meaning behind the way you call out to me."

‣ "Fill me up so well, Steve—baby. Can feel you deep inside of me. Ruining me with your cock. Your balls slapping against me, God—Steve!"

‣ Your moans tasted delicious on his tongue. If they were seeds, they'd bloom colorful hybrids of fruits because your love for him couldn't be defined by one singular hue.

‣ You were an array of colors—a prism conjured by the way Steve loved you.

‣ Red, because you were gritting your teeth as Steve had you taking him balls-deep, filling you up to the brim, and stretching you to the shape of his pistoning cock.

‣ "Fuck me harder, Steve—"

‣ "You're taking me so well, darling..."

‣ "When have I not?"

‣ Orange, because Steve rendered you speechless except for a few gasps, with his cock grazing your prostate and his hand over your cock, stroking while kissing at your neck.

‣ "O-oh, fuck—oh, fuck!"

‣ Yellow, because you were on top, straddling Steve's lap and yielding to the nearing high that you both had been gauging.

‣ You took your sweet time to make love to Steve with your body. Hands braced on his chest, combing your fingers through the light hairs, deeply rocking back and forth on his cock after a couple of lighthearted bounces.

‣ You marveled over his well-built body, following the contours of his muscles with one hand while silently admiring his broad chest, perky nipples, and wide shoulders with your tongue.

‣ The smell of aftershave on him was infectious when you came up for a brief kiss. You kissed at his lips, then his chin, licking at the short blades of stubble before pulling away to preen again.

‣ Your back straightened and you spread your thighs apart for Steve to get a good look at how hard he was making you.

‣ Your cock throbbed, swollen a pronounced shade at the tip, bouncing to the rhythm of your hips, all while you devoted your mouth and tongue to Steve's thick fingers, suckling and laving your tongue over every digit, every vein, every knuckle—thanking him for opening you up so well with the slick of your saliva.

‣ Steve was absolutely keen on watching you worship him with one hand tucked behind his head, the other stroking your cock when he would finish appraising your body with a couple of fond strokes.

‣ "God, look at you. You're so beautiful. I could do this all day, watching you ride every vein on my cock..."

‣ Green, because you built up enough energy to reverse your straddle and take the lead for once. You wanted Steve to see all parts of your body, especially the asset that had been drawing out those glorious moans deep from his gut.

‣ You knew it was a pretty sight that would teeter Steve closer to the edge.

‣ Sweat ran over the plump mounds of your ass as you were propped up on your forearms, slamming down onto his thick cock.

‣ Skin rippled when your ass repeatedly hit his groin, and then prickled, when Steve grabbed a handful of your sweaty flesh out of pure enchantment before swatting it as a stimulus to your slowing hips.

‣ "How's the view?"

‣ "Stunning..."

‣ Blue, because your body was covered in shivers from the way Steve had captured you into his arms and pummeled icicles into you from behind.

‣ Kneeling upright, Steve had embraced you tightly, supporting your core with a flat palm while simultaneously engaging his, thrusting into you.

‣ His hand was around your throat to feel every vibration that would squeeze from your throat and then pour into his mouth like a saucer of milk as he swallowed your sweet moans.

‣ Like Steve's cock, his other hand was equally uncompromising. He squeezed into the pulsating veins of your cock, stroked your shaft, and teased your glans with a thumb.

‣ When you sank back into the dip of his hips, Steve would propel you forward with a strong thrust, forcing you to fuck his closed fist in midst as he held you from ever retreating back on all fours.

‣ He loved that dazed look on your face. Wide-eyed like a deer in headlights. Flushed like how you were abashed by his compliments to your novice cooking, yet only a hundred times worse.

‣ He also loved the way he had fucked you into being inarticulate, muttering a slurry of words—warnings of you coming soon, Steve would later learn after turning his ears up.

‣ "Steve, stop, stop—I'm going to c-come—seriously—"

‣ "Come for me, (M/N). I want to see you stain the bed. Want to see you come because of me. Only me. Want you to drench my fist and—Christ, there we go..."

‣ Violet, because you were red, and Steve was blue.

‣ You spilled heavily over his fist, shooting large, thick ropes of cum over the bed sheets. The sound of the cum splatters making your cheeks run hotter than the warmth drawing out of you.

‣ Each spurt shot further and further the harder Steve pounded into you and milked your orgasm with unrelenting strokes to your shaft.

‣ His thighs slapped into yours, resonating the bedroom with a sharp thunder that was sure to wake up the tenants.

‣ His cock punctuated deep into your guts, hard and sweet against your prostate.

‣ You cried out as Steve battered your insides with his cock, with his undying love for you. Biting into your shoulder to contain his groans, but Steve had enough of this restraint, of constantly holding himself back.

‣ He growled behind your ear, filtering out the resentment society had instilled in his body as he let his grunts loose, replacing that bitter feeling with the antithesis of knowing that he wanted to live life to the fullest.

‣ With a house that grew oranges alongside your apples.

‣ Steve thrusted harder.

‣ With an indifferent cat that couldn't care less about your torn shoelaces.

‣ Your moans hitched at the sharp snap of his hips, his cock digging somehow deeper into your guts when he pushed you lower into his groin.

‣ With a fulfilling life that was lived without regret.

‣ Steve felt himself come undone upon the last thrust. Every fiber of his muscle unraveling like pointe shoes after intense wear.

‣ He held you tight as he shuddered against your, his pulse anchored and soothed by the palm of your head on his cheek, stroking him affectionately.

‣ Silken white, he spilled his hot seed deep inside of you, weakly propagating the warmth from the outer rim of your raw, swollen hole, then to the deep depth of your walls and prostate, milking himself until he was jelly in the legs, until you were creamed, from inside and out, with his thick cock.

‣ You and Steve shared one more kiss, another breath, heaving and panting like you two had never kissed before, before his stance eventually gave out and made him collapse over your body.

‣ "Think—I might bump the restaurant earlier up a few spots, (M/N)..."

‣ "Why's that?"

‣ "Must've put some kind of aphrodisiac in that spaghetti... I'm deeply spent."

‣ "I disagree. It must've been that couple! I told you it was all about the experience—that je ne sais quoi that I've been talking—"

‣ "You really aren't going to stop saying that, are you?"

‣ "Shouldn't have fixed my radio if you knew you were going to be disappointed, Steve."

‣ "That's where you're wrong. If you think anything about you is disappointing to me, then I'm not being a great husband, am I?"

‣ "Well, look at you being all sappy tonight."

‣ "Too much?"

‣ "Never too much. I'm far too gone to ever think otherwise, Steve-o."

‣ "Me too, darling. Me too."

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Juno | Steve Rogers/Captain America x Male!Reader (SMUT😉)

A/N: Wow another Steve Rogers fic. Anyways this one is smut. Also this is my first ever attempt at writing smut so it's going to be really bad. So enjoy!

Title and plot (loosely) based off of Sabrina Carpenter's new song (stream the album btw or else):

Juno

Word count: 2.8k

Summary: I might let you make me Juno 😉

Warnings: Unprotected sex, oral sex

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“And then he said to me, ‘How about you change your dentures!’” A chorus of laughter erupted from around the table. Among the voices and chuckles was Y/N, sporting a fake laugh to hide the pain he was currently feeling on the inside. He so badly wanted to leave, thinking that laughing at whatever he was presented with would help pass the night. 

Y/N was an Avenger. He loved his job – no doubt. He loved being able to help people on a worldwide scale, and the overall idea of doing something that mattered. However, what Y/N didn’t realize was that the fine print of the Avenger’s contract included him forcefully being present at the annual U.S. Defence Symposium Convention, where diplomats and political leaders from around the globe gathered to discuss foreign affairs. While he never had to speak during these conventions, Y/N’s presence was required for Avengers PR reasons. Why it couldn’t be anyone else was a question he’d never find the answer to. Luckily for him, he wasn’t alone this year. Even better for him, he was with his lovely boyfriend.

Y/N glanced towards Steve at the other side of the circular table. Steve was already looking at him, wearing a similar bored expression. The two shared tired smiles. A positive that came with being Captain America’s boyfriend was intimate looks like these, shared across dinner tables, conference meetings, and other situations where they couldn’t be close. Looks and glances that made Y/N feel warm inside. No one else knew, even the team, of their clandestine relationship, afraid of the uproar that would come if it were to become public. The controversy that came with two of the United States’ defensive powerhouses dating – especially considering both were men – was something Y/N chose to think about rarely.

The senator continued his comedically-not-funny joke, and Y/N felt grey hairs growing. He knew he had to leave or he would’ve broken down in tears. As a guest speaker was about to be introduced, Y/N politely excused himself from the table and glanced towards Steve, his eyes already on him. He gave him a wink – a not-so-discrete signal they both came up with before arriving, loosely meaning, ‘I can’t handle this anymore and I need to get the fuck out of here – meet me in the bathroom.’ 

As he walked through the halls of the large venue, he marvelled at the grandness of the building where the convention was held. While he despised being there, he had to admit the building was architecturally and aesthetically pleasing, being more on the higher end of NYC establishments with its Art Deco-inspired assets. When Y/N made it to the bathroom, he checked beneath the stalls to see if anyone was present before letting out a loud groan. He knew he had to talk to Nick Fury later to discuss his supposedly mandatory attendance at the energy-draining convention. He couldn’t stand another second here. Leaning against the sink, he waited for Steve to arrive.

After about two minutes, the door to the washroom opened, and Y/N was met with Steve's presence. Steve raised his eyebrows, silently asking if anyone else was there, to which Y/N responded by shaking his head. “What did it, huh?” Steve asked, closing the door behind him.

“That geriatric senator, obviously – Senator Shortdick,” Y/N groaned. The senator’s name was actually in fact Dick – something Y/N’s immaturity found astoundingly hilarious. “His very long extended joke about…I don’t even know actually.” 

“He was talking about his son, Y/N,” Steve said, walking closer to the other man. “It was a nice story – very wholesome.” When Steve reached Y/N, he wrapped his arms around his waist before giving him a small peck. 

Y/N’s eyes met Steve’s, and they both gave each other reassuring smiles. They both desperately wanted to leave, but were aware they legally couldn’t.

“I don’t think I can handle this anymore, Steve,” Y/N’s voice whined, laying his head on Steve’s muscular chest, and caressing his sides. “I need something exciting.” Suddenly, as if he had an epiphany, Y/N conjured a devious idea to pass the time. Looking up at Steve, he gave him a half-lidded look, an action he did in jest whenever he wanted something from him. “We should fuck right now.” 

Steve only responded with a bewildered look, slowly shaking his head and reprimanding Y/N’s unsavoury suggestion. “We can’t, Y/N,” he said. “It’s too risky. Not to mention, distasteful – we’re in public.” Steve was the more rational person in their relationship, often taking Y/N’s outrageous ideas to heed.

“Why not, Stevie?” Y/N’s voice feigned softness and seductivity. “Isn’t it exciting,” he started, arms sliding up Steve’s clothed bicep. “The idea of getting caught here.” 

“Not really-.” Before Steve could continue, Y/N connected their lips. It started soft – short and sweet – before gradually getting more intense and feverish. Steve pushed the small of Y/N’s back closer, deepening the touch of their lips. Steve wanted Y/N badly, and Y/N was aware of that. He always knew that he had some type of figurative spell over Steve, causing him to be more acquiescent towards him than any other member of the team – even before they started dating. Steve was entirely bewitched by Y/N.

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The two eventually locked themselves in one of the bathroom stalls, lips already connected and moving together hungrily. Both prayed no toilet would come beckoning some diplomat’s bladder amidst their carnal moment together. As they continued face-fucking each other, Y/N trailed his hands down towards Steve’s pantsuit. He palmed Steve’s already present bulge, rubbing it with the soles of his hand and causing a quiet whimper to leave Steve’s mouth. At hearing Steve’s sultry noise, Y/N felt his cock growing harder and heavier.

Y/N broke their lips’ ravenous movement and began unbuttoning Steve’s tux. “I saw you practically ogling me in there.” He bit one of Steve’s sensitive spots on his neck, eliciting a low groan from his throat. “It’s like you were begging to fuck me with your fuck-me eyes.” 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Steve panted in response. 

“Stay oblivious then, Stevie.” Y/N slipped Steve’s suit off, revealing his muscled buff chest. Not even a second later, Y/N’s mouth began trailing down Steve’s torso. He peppered kisses all over Steve’s chest, going further and further down until he was on his knees. Y/N came face-to-face with Steve’s growing bulge. He salivated, thinking about taking Steve’s entire cock in one go – the idea of hearing Steve’s whimpers made his dick even firmer.

Steve’s gaze was locked on Y/N. His eyes were half-closed, face flushed with both lust and pleasure. Y/N then unbuttoned Steve’s pants before taking them off which revealed Steve’s undergarments. Without sparing another moment, Y/N yanked Steve’s boxers off. Steve’s cock, upon being unclothed, sprung upwards and ached in the cold bathroom air. It begged for attention that Y/N’s mouth was more than willing to give. A slight droplet of precum was already at the slit which made Y/N even more aroused. Not wanting Steve to finish quickly (as if that is even a problem with his serum-induced stamina), Y/N started slow. He gave Steve’s shaft one long lick at the base, relishing the semi-salty taste. Y/N continued licking, throwing occasional glances towards Steve and how he was reacting. The quiet whimpering coming out of Steve’s mouth was evident he wanted – needed more. “Just please take it all, Y/N,” he quietly whined.

Y/N chuckled. He decided Steve had been good tonight and, sparing him from further punishment, took his entire cock in his mouth. A loud moan erupted from Steve to which he quickly clamped his hand over his mouth to silence. Y/N had to adjust to Steve’s size for a moment before doing anything further. Despite having done this several times, Y/N always thought Steve’s dick was maybe too big for him. This wasn’t that much of a problem for him as while he did struggle in throating it, it did make his ass feel good. And very sore afterwards. After a brief moment, Y/N began to slowly move his head up and down Steve’s cock. Steve struggled to quiet down his noises of pleasure as much as Y/N struggled trying not to choke. With each movement of Y/N’s head, Steve was hitting the back of his throat which sent a wave of pleasure down his spine. Steve, however, wanted much more.

To Y/N’s shock, Steve bundled his hands in his H/C locks and shoved him further down his throat. Y/N’s eyes went wide, gagging noises coming from his clogged mouth. Before Y/N could steady himself, Steve began ramming his throat at a rapid speed, his attempt to quiet himself vanishing as he prioritized quickly getting off with Y/N’s mouth. As Steve continued at his pace, he let out breathy moans that were amplified and reverbed by the bathroom’s walls. While Steve was in pure bliss at his cock being serviced, Y/N was not able to cope with the sudden change. His hands were placed on both of Steve’s thighs, trying to steady himself. Tears pricked near the corner of his eyes as his entire buccal cavity and throat continued being ransacked by Steve’s length. Each time Steve’s cock hit the rear of his throat, Steve shuddered and Y/N gagged loudly. As Steve began nearing his climax, he began to go even quicker than his initial speed, causing Y/N’s tears to freefall down his cheeks. With one loud grunt and a sloppy thrust, Steve came down Y/N’s throat. As Y/N felt the warm and salty fluid trail down his throat, Steve’s breaths became more shallow.

Steve leaned against the stall’s door, and a slick ‘pop’ sounded as he took his cock out of Y/N’s mouth. He was still recovering from his orgasm as Y/N quickly got up from his knees and roughly pushed his chest. “Dude!’ Y/N half-yelled. “What the fuck was that? You nearly killed me!”

Steve staggered slightly at Y/N’s hit. He looked at Y/N with a confused expression that quickly vanished upon seeing his tear-stained cheeks. An apologetic look promptly dawned. “Shit, Y/N, I’m so sorry. Are you alright?”

“I’m fine it’s just,” Y/N said while wiping his face, “you have to warn me first before you do that.” 

“I’m really sorry, Y/N.” Steve did look remorseful. His face looked as if he had accidentally kicked a dog. “We should probably stop now.”

Y/N gave looked at him incredulously. “Are you kidding me?” He pointed sternly towards Steve, his voice coming out furious with a tinge of playfulness. “The only apology I’ll accept now is if you fuck me right here.”

“But, Y/N, I don’t have the…” Steve’s voice trailed off.

“The what, Steve?”

“You know,” Steve said, face slightly pink. “The wet thing and the rubber thing?”

An actual genuine look of bewilderment made its way onto Y/N’s face. “You mean condoms and lube?” Steve nodded shyly and Y/N began to laugh. “Steve, you just pounded my face in. Don’t give me any shit about you being too coy to say the words ‘condom’ and ‘lube’.” He then glanced down towards Steve’s penis which was already erect again. “Plus, your thing,” he continued, mocking Steve’s mannerisms, “still looks pretty wet from my spit. And as far as I remember, none of us have any diseases.” Y/N quickly looked towards Steve. “Right?” Steve nodded his head quickly, still too embarrassed to respond. Before Steve could do anything further, Y/N took his pants off alongside his underwear. “You’re already hard again, Steve. What are you gonna do 'bout it?”

Y/N’s teasing tone evoked Steve’s earlier confidence, leading to him hoisting Y/N around his waist, a quick yelp coming out of Y/N at the sudden movement. Before Y/N could say anything, Steve hastily prevented him by connecting their lips. Their tongues quickly tangled together, saliva combining and becoming indistinguishable from one another. “Steve, just put it in already, God.” Y/N’s voice came out breathy and unstable. Steve obeyed quicker than usual, seemingly eager to come a second time that night. Grabbing his cock with one hand and supporting Y/N with the other, he angled it towards Y/N's gaping hole. Without wasting any more time, Steve promptly thrust the entirety of his length inside of Y/N. A filthy ludicrous whine came from Y/N’s throat. His prostate was already being reached by Steve’s tip, causing his eyes to roll to the back of his head. He was euphoric and as Steve started moving, his speed matching that of earlier, Y/N felt like he ascended. 

Steve was usually gentle whenever they had sex, but he decided to spare no mercy tonight. His thrusts were aggressive, leaving Y/N unable to handle the surplus of pleasure he was feeling. With each graze felt by his prostate, he was sent further into the heavenly bliss he felt. “H-have you seen that one movie,” Y/N said in between heavy pants. “Juno?” He knew it was a stupid question, both in the situation he asked it in, and how he knew Steve had barely seen anything made in the 21st century.

Steve continued thrusting into Y/N, the sound of their skin slapping reverberating around the room. “No – fuck,” Steve’s voice came out breathless. “What is that?” His face was contorting into different variations of lewd expressions, making Y/N’s hard-on even stiffer. It was rare to see the Captain America in such a vulnerable state, and Y/N savoured the fact he was the only person who was able to see him like this. 

The pleasure Y/N felt inside of him was indescribable. Their fucking had never reached this level of catharsis. “Nothing – it doesn’t matter. Just keep going, Steve…please…” Y/N saw the little dribble of precum dripping from his cock. He was close. And Y/N knew Steve was too from how his pounds started becoming sloppier, and how his hands gripped his ass tighter. Their lips found each other again, and their tongues connected. Steve swallowed all of Y/N’s whimpers, biting his lower lip to prevent any would-be passersby from hearing his erotic gasps for air. 

“I’m gonna come, Y/N,” Steve breathlessly spoke. His pacing started to decline, and his entire body trembled. 

As Steve was about to endure another orgasm, Y/N saw him about to pull out. Suddenly, he protested with a hoarse sigh, “No, Steve, just finish inside me – it’s fine.” Steve nodded his head silently, not needing to be told twice. Their pants continued syncing together as Steve rode out his climax. Another load of his hot white cream exited him and filled Y/N to the brim. Shortly after Steve finished, Y/N felt his climax coming in. Steve continued floppily thrusting to aid in his release, soon releasing in thick ribbons that covered his and Steve’s chests. 

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Steve gently collapsed both of their bodies on the ground. The pair were in a state of exhausted pleasure, their breaths still deep and frequent. It stayed this way for a few minutes – Steve and Y/N basking in the decline of their orgasms in a comfortable silence. Y/N glanced down towards his ass, a tad icked out by Steve’s jizz pouring out of him. “It’s kind of gross isn’t it,” he said to Steve. 

Steve was broken out of his euphoric trance upon hearing Y/N’s voice. “What is?” He said, still catching his breath.

“Look,” Y/N signalled to his downward area. “It looks really strange.” The pair’s eyes met and they both erupted in boisterous laughter. 

As they started quieting down from what they considered the funniest thing of that night, Steve suddenly remembered what Y/N asked earlier. “Hey, what was it with that movie you asked me about earlier.”

“Juno?” Y/N responded.

“Yeah, that one.”

“Oh, it was nothing,” Y/N said, getting uncharacteristically shy. “I just thought…it’d be nice if we have kids one day.” Y/N then realized what he said and began doubling down. “I mean, that is if you want any with me at all – children I mean. A family.”

Steve didn���t say anything. Instead, he smiled at Y/N, grabbing his hand and holding it tightly. Y/N responded by giving him a meek smile. They both were met with another silence, their love-laced gazes filling each other with a comforting warmth. 

“How are we gonna get out of here, Steve?” Y/N’s voice came out softly, too absorbed in the moment to genuinely care about where they were.

“Now that is the predicament, isn’t it?” Steve said, reciprocating Y/N’s blissful voice.

Fortunately, it was evident that luck was on their side that night as no one had entered the bathroom at any point in their love-making.

FIN

A/N: My Google searches are legit “Synonyms for ‘cock’ in fanfiction”, “Synonyms for ‘moaning’ in fanfiction”, “Synonyms of ‘cum’ in fanfiction”, and “How to write smut properly.” Anyways, hope you enjoyed whatever that mess was!

[starboye]

pairing: steve rogers x male reader

request: Captain America falls in love with his fellow big bubble butt Twunk male reader avenger. Steve asked him on a date which leads to Steve and male reader losing their virginity on the first date; which eventually has them both in a long term married life full of happiness, love, and hot steamy sex with the super soldier with his big hung 🍆 and a twunk with the big 🍑.

warnings: smut, both of you are virgins, cursing, and fluff

a/n: idk how I feel about this one, it feels a lil iffy

you had just gotten back from your most recent mission where you had to stop some robbers from getting away with some stolen bank money with steve and lets just say it wasn't the easiest thing ever as it seemed like steve was occupied thinking on something else "hey what was that out there you seemed preoccupied" you say playfully nudging him "oh it was nothing just thinking" he stammers trying to avoid eye contact with you "well leave the thinking for off the field" you chuckle "yeah" he smiles.

just before you get out the door steve calls out "hey y/n would you wanna go out to dinner sometimes" he asks nervously "are you asking me on a date rogers" you ask with a grin "yeah i guess i a-" he says before getting cut off by the feeling of you kissing his cheek "well than its a date" you say smiling before walking away as steve stands there as his heart is pounding so hard it feels like it gonna burst out his chest.

you meet steve at a fancy restaurant and you guys find a table "I just wanna say you look amazing" he says "well thank you I'd say you look rather dashing yourself" you chuckle "thanks" steve says, you order your food and it soon comes out "wow this looks amazing, how did you even manage to book a place like this I heard they always have a full house" you inquire "compliments to tony he pulled a couple of strings" he says "I'll be sure to say thanks".

after finishing dinner you both walk down the street talking about the latest drama in the avengers compound "hey do you wanna go back to my place" you ask him "y- yeah I would love to" steve stammers at the sudden question before you grab steves hand and playfully run to your apartment, when you get to your apartment you show a nervous steve around.

"sorry it's a little messy I haven't been here in a while" you laugh throwing away done trash that was on your counter and kicking some clothes out the way "oh dont worry my place doesn't look any better" he says looking for some place to sit "oh yeah you can sit on the couch" you say moving some junk off the couch before sitting down on it with steve.

"I really enjoyed tonight" steve says with the biggest smile on his face "I did too" you say admiring steve, after a few seconds of silence steve leans in and kisses you before jumping back just as quickly "I'm sorry I didn't mean too do that" he tries to quickly apologize "don't be sorry I liked it" you say moving onto steves lap and kissing him deeper than before, his hands move to you back holding it firmly.

"should we" you trail off "I'm okay with it if you are" steve says with a bigger smile than before him now about to sleep with his first and best of all his crush "I am" you say taking your shirt off leaving your torso exposed for steve, he feels up and down your body watching how your nipples perk up with each light touch from his digits "you okay there big boy" you chuckle "y-yeah just new to this whole thing" steve says still amazed by your body.

"don't worry it's my first time too" you reassure "really" steve says, on the outside he seemed calm but on the inside he was freaking out at the feeling knowing he was gonna be your first and you were gonna be his first "you wanna take this off" you ask tugging at the hem of his shirt, he quickly obliges and takes off his shirt his broad body now on full display for you.

you run your fingers along his chest, tracing random shapes and admiring his figure "you wanna maybe do it" steve nervously asks "id be happy to" you say getting up and putting on a mini show for steve, stripping off your pants and underwear in an erotic way, you watch as steve follows every one of your movements with his eyes his cock now begging to be let out of its confines.

"how about we get these off of you" you say pulling steves pants off and watching his dick jump out and stand up straight resembling the american flag "I didn't expect you to have a dick like this" you say stunned by the mans large dick "well the super soldier serum enhanced some other things to" steve chuckles "well either way it still looks delicious" you say licking his tip slowly watching him shudder under your touch.

"how are you so good at that" steve asks trying to avoid your seductive gaze "I don't know maybe I just learned it" you say licking his slit, "I bet your bussy feels better" steve says choking down a moan "what" you say holding back a laugh "what" he says innocently "did you just say bussy" you ask almost laughing "what I heard it off porn" he says shrugging his shoulders "yeah you're in desperate need of some hole it seems" you say straddling his bare lap.

steves breath hitches in his throat at the bare feeling "can I kiss you" steve asks trying to control his breathing "you don't have to ask me steve" you say pulling him into a kiss "I wanna feel you" steve begs "okay okay" you chuckle before smearing some saliva on his dick "okay three, two, one" you cut down before sinking onto his dick slowly with a moan.

steves hands quickly find their way to your hips and tightly hold them in place, you sit there for a couple seconds and get used to his large size before looking at him with a "are you okay" look and he replies with a nod, you lift up and sink back down in a rhythm with steve groaning at each move, "I feel like I'm gonna cum already" he says with tightly shut eyes before throwing his head back.

"me too" you moan, your moan brings steves head back up to watch you moan all over him, a dream he's jerked off to multiple times in one day "never did I think id have this chance with you" steve scoffs "well here I am now" you kiss steve before moaning into his mouth as you sink down again "fuck" you huff before cumming all over steves stomach him watching in full awe.

"nghhh" he moans next as he cums in you, his teeth tightened together and eyes shut as his hips erratically thrust upwards trying to ride out his high, after a few more seconds steve finishes and lets out a long breathy huff "fuck that was good" you say dropping your head on his shoulder "sorry for cumming so fast" steve sweetly apologizes "you're good you felt to good" you say "well thank you" he smiles.

it may have only been the first date but steve already wanted to marry you he thought of this so hard he didn't even realize he was staring at you "earth to steve, you okay" you ask with a chuckle "yeah just thinking" he reassures with a smile "you sure do think a lot" you say laying your head back down on his chest "you have no idea" Steve says.

[supercap2319]

Steve: "Y/N? Is it okay to borrow your partner's clothes? Do you think Bucky would be upset with me?"

Y/N: "Steve, it's your God-given right to steal your boyfriend's clothes and make them look better by wearing it. I can't tell you how many times I've stolen all Peter's good hoodies."

[malertop]

Steve Rogers x TonyStarkSon!Male Reader

THE WHINY ACCIDENT

Gif is not mine!

Genre: Smut

Warnings?: bad bad bad writing,since english aint my first language and this is like my fourth or fifth fanfiction the writing may or just isn't the best..or great!,please forgive me if it's just BAD.

1 PM: MONDAY

"Are you sure you're ready for this Y/N?" Tony Stark asked.Tony Stark was and is known as the one and only Iron Man but also as a highly intelligent playboy who is also a billionaire man."Yes dad,can you calm down now and just trust me!" Y/N said.Y/N Stark is the son of Tony Stark and the big brother of their second child named Morgan Stark.Y/N Stark is a smart guy just like his father,but one thing that made him special is that he was gifted with powerful magic,and because he was ready to do anything to save people.Y/N magic was something powerful,so of course he had to join the Avengers but what happened is that he got a super big crush on the leader of the Avengers who is also known as the one and only Captain America a.k.a Steve Rogers."Oh c'mon,this is dangerous and you're just a kid,MY KID.I am sorry that I am worried for my son's safety!" Tony said dramatically again,scared and worried for his son's first actual dangerous mission "Dad oh my god don't worry I am going to be just fine!" Y/N insisted,he tried telling his dad for the 50x time probably already that he is going to be okay "Okay no,I am done!" Tony said as he put his hands in the air "What do you mean now?" Y/N said as he rolled his eyes as he sighted "I am sending Steve with you so he can watch you." Tony said with a serious voice and face "...I AM NOT A KID!" Y/N said as he yelled "ohmygodohmygodohmygod!" Y/N yelled in his mind "GOD PLEASE TELL ME HE IS JOKING!PLEASE PLEASE DAD TELL ME YOUR JOKING,I CAN'T BE WITH HIM ALONE" "Oh you are a kid kiddo,you're my kid and i don't want anything bad to happen to you." Tony said as he pointed at me as I just gave up.As I looked up I saw him starting to walk towards the door "Where are you going?" Y/N asked him as Tony turned to face the kid "Where else do you think?,You know what just stay here and wait." Tony said as he opened the door and then left.After 20 minutes Tony came back but with someone Y/N didn't exactly expected to see right at the moment "Okay Steve are you sure your fine with going with him?" Tony said before entering the door,with Steve next to him "I got no problem with that,and we can get along kind of more" Steve said with a smile "Are you saying you want to be friends with my son?" Tony asked as he pointed at Steve "what wait n-" as Steve started to panic Tony interrupted him "just kidding,I don't care" Tony said as he opened the door and let himself and Captain America enter where they saw Y/N already sleeping on his chair since as a hero he didn't had much time to sleep.

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7 PM: MONDAY

"Okay I am going to take a shower..." Steve said quietly as he put you in a bed "this kid is really heavy,I am really swea-" but as Steve was staying he noticed something that caught his eyes immediately,his eyes winded as he saw Y/N's bulge through his pants,he started to slowly move his hands towards Y/N's bulge as you were sleeping,just wanting to feel it but stopped himself and instantly backed away "okay Steve...just go to the shower." he said quietly as blush appeared on his face,he instantly rushed towards the bathroom leaving Y/N's unconscious body on the bed.

7:15 PM: MONDAY

"ugh" Y/N mumbled as he started to open his eyes.Seeing the light hurted his eyes for a bit but then his eyes got used to the lights,he got up and started looking at the room wondering where he is "where am I?..." Y/N said confused as he started walking but then bumped into a person "Oh your awake kid?" Steve said as he stood In front of Y/N,his perfect body still being wet and dripping some water,his big pecs which are better than any tits,his abs,his muscular arms,and the towel that was the problem right now because it was the only thing he was wearing."Oh-I-" "oh my god oh my god,please please stop i am going to get hard" Y/N stood there with blush on his face,frozen and not being able to say anything while standing in front of the muscular adult "M/N?...are you okay?" Steve asked as he put his hand on Y/N's shoulder,Y/N turned his head looking down and seeing he is starting to get turned on,Steve noticed Y/N looking down and he decided to see what he was looking at,he slowly turned his head down just to see Y/N's cock jumping and twitching through his pants,he instantly turned his head up and saw Y/N looking at him "...Did I make this?" Steve asked as he touched the bulge which made Y/N flinch for a second.

Steve looked at the shorter young boy who was blushing and all shy,Y/N couldn't move or do anything,and Steve couldn't risk what he desired,to get dumb fucked by the boy.Steve started to stroke the cock through the boy pants as he kept looking at him "tell me Y/N..do you want to have some fun,since some people think i am boring..but i can make real fun~" Steve said with a seductive voice as he kneeled down to the floor,seeing the boy face clearly made him even more turned on by the situation that he and the boy was in right now."W-What kind of fun?.." Y/N said stuttering while watching the older men that was on the floor stroking his dick through the pants,"oh you will see~" Steve said and instantly took down the pants revealing Y/N's big cock,the guy didn't even wait a second and took the dick inside his mouth,making himself already gag on it.Y/N moaned from the unexpected move Steve made as Steve started to give the shorter guy a blowjob.A gag after another fag followed from the older guy and moan and moan from the younger guy,Y/N couldn't help it but grab Steve's hair and push himself deep inside of his throat making the older men choke,Steve rolled his eyes as saliva was all around Y/N's cock.Y/N throw Steve to the ground as Steve began breathing for air,Y/N grabbed him by the hair and threw him on the bed as the towel fell."So Captain was a little bitch huh..then let me handle you like one~" Y/N said as he grabbed Steve's legs and pulled them towards him,splitting them apart wide open and looking at the breathing shaved white soft hole "W-Wait M/N it may not fit without prep-" "Don't worry Steve..your saliva made my cock wet enough to be used as a lube~" as Y/N said that he spit in his hand and brought it towards Steve's hole,he felt the soft skin of the older male turning him on even more as he couldn't wait anymore.

*slap* a slap was heard,Y/N slapped his hole teasing the older men with his dick as he watched the expression "Please M/N..just put inside of me already!~" Steve begged as he couldn't wait anymore,Steve was needy and that was well known for anyone now."What if it doesn't fit,Captain?" Y/N teased "then either we or I will make it fit" Steve teased back as he made Y/N blush,after hearing those words Y/N instantly put his whole cock inside of Steve's hole which made his eyes go wide open as he moaned by the unexpected move.Steve became a mess as Y/N thrusted more and more "Oh yeeeessss!" Steve said as he moaned "Destroy my hole M/!N,~~" Steve moaned as his hole was getting destroyed "Fuckkking god!~~~" Steve cursed out of enjoyment "What happened Captain,i thought we should watch our language and not curse?" Y/N teased as he continued to thrust every second,his balls hitting Steve's ass,his cock being buried inside of his whore hole "T-The language doesn't matter n-now~~" Steve said with cracks in his voice,Y/N started thrusting faster as Steve act like himself anymore "you like that Captain,making you my little bitch?" Y/N teased with a smirk as the slaps could be heard from miles away "yeeeeeesss~~" Steve said as his eyes rolled back which suprised Y/N making him stop for a second "wait why...why did you stop?" Steve asked as his eyes we're making eye contact with Y/N "i-" "Please M/N don't stop,look what you did to me already~" Steve cut Y/N off,as he finishes his sentence Y/N looked down at his hole and for a second pulled out revealing the wrecked hole of the older man "see..so-so don't stop!~" Steve said with smile and the next second his eyes rolled "Fuck yeah that pussy!" Y/N said as he shove his whole cock inside of Steve's hole and began thrusting again but faster than ever,slaps could be heard miles away as they were made every 1 second "FUCK M/N DESTROY MY LITTLE PUSSY~!!" Steve loudly moaned as he put his hands on Y/N's back "DESTROY MY PUSSY M/N,OWN IT,MAKE ME NOTHING BUT A MESS!" Steve continued as Y/N started to feel himself getting close "PLEASE M/N JUST MAKE ME YOUR BITCH AND OWN ME ALREADY,JUST DESTROY MY LITTLE CUNT AND O-OH-OHH FUCKK~!" Steve finished his sentence with eye rolling again as Y/N hit his spot "RIGHT THERE!,RIGHT THERE M/N! GAPE MY PROSTATE AND MAKE ME YOUR TOY~!" Steve moaned "fuck S-Steve..I..I am feeling really close~" "CUM INSIDE ME M/N!,PLEASE FILL THE INSIDES OF MY PUSSY~!" as Steve finished his begging that made Y/N completely out of control "fuck you pussy is sucking my dick S-So bad!~" Y/N said as he did his final thrust,cum started filling up Steve's soft wrecked hole.

1 PM: WEDNESDAY

"I am so proud of you son" Tony said as he hugged Y/N who of course hugged back,after like 1 minute Tony finally pulled back and looked at Y/N "you grow up so fast,just like how fast you were able to defeat them" Tony smiled "Dad c'mon!,I ain't a baby" "well in my heart you will always be a baby" Tony said as Y/N chuckled "Now you can go,I have to take a call" Tony said as he started walking towards his desk,while Y/N out of the door,he came to his room and as Y/N opened the door and entered,closing it and as he turned around he was stunned "Hello Y/N" Steve said as he came closer to younger guy,Steve was wearing nothing but a towel,he dropped the towel as he revealed himself wearing Captain America jockstrap "you dealt so good with the villains that I think you deserve an award" Steve said with a smirk on his as Y/N looked at him.

[g4yforethan]

LOST IN YOU

pairing: steve rogers x bucky barnes x male!reader

summary: request from a while ago

warnings: cursing, smut, bottom!reader, praise k!nk

a/n: i actually have an obsession with chris evans atp it’s not even funny 🫡

you had gotten out of the shower and only had on your towel when a knock on your bedroom door startled you. “umm i’m changing right now!” you said hoping the person on the other side would understand. “aww come on y/n it’s just me and bucky! we have a lil surprise for you!” you recognized that voice anywhere. it was steve rogers, your muscular and extremely attractive friend who you wished was more than your friend. “yeah y/n we need your opinion on something.” you were curious by what bucky said and quickly opened the door. you were shocked to see both steve and bucky shirtless and only in their underwear. “oh my god are you guys insane?! what if nat or tony sees you?” they both laugh and enter your room while bucky locks the door.

“haha they’re all on a research mission right now. it’s just the three of us for now.” steve said with a grin on his face as both him and bucky sat next to you on the bed. “well what did you want my opinion for?” they both looked at each other with mischievous looks. “you see i don’t know about this underwear. i mean does it look good on me?” steve turned as you noticed his huge bugle and muscular ass inches away from you. “yes steve it looks amazing on you.” you try not to stare too long as you felt yourself slowly getting a boner. “okay my turn now. what do you think y/n? take all the time you want.” you also noticed his massive bulge poking out. “it looks fantastic on both of you truly.” you said as your face turned red.

“oh yeah? well would it look better like this?” steve pulls down his underwear and throws them on the ground. “oh yeah way better steve. my turn now.” bucky in return pulls down his underwear as well. you were in shock and thought you must be imagining. “now y/n it’s your turn.” steve said as he placed his hand on your chin and bucky massaged your shoulder. you got up and removed your towel as the both of them looked down excited to see you were ready. the three of you got into bed as steve and bucky quickly attacked your lips and neck. they both took turns devouring your lips while their hands moved all over your body. you moaned as steve but your lip as bucky massaged your cock. “oh yeah we’re gonna treat you just right y/n.” bucky said as he pushed you on top of him.

you kissed his chest and went down to his cock and began sucking on his hard and thick cock. all while steve watched stroking his dick and begging for your warm throat. “you know what to do cap.” bucky said to steve as steve quickly got behind you and began licking your hole. you moaned as steve teased your hole with his finger while bucky continued stuffing his cock down your throat. "it's gonna hurt a little baby but just trust me." steve whispered in your ear before you felt you felt a tight pressure on your hole. he entered your hole slowly and placed his hands on your lower back while you continued making out with buckys cock. as steve picked up the pace, you moaned in pleasure while bucky shoved his cock down your throat making you gag.

"fuck yeah y/n. hey steve, how about we switch?" bucky said as he felt your hole with his finger. steve agreed as bucky positioned you with your legs on his shoulders and steve behind you slapping your face with his cock. bucky entered your hole with ease and quickly began pounding it. steve followed as he rammed his cock up and down your throat. "fuck baby you're suck a fucking slut." steve said as he placed his hands on your face and continued using your throat. "ugh fuck y/n i think i'm gonna cum first." bucky said as you felt your hole fill with his warm and thick cum. bucky licked your leaking hole and kissed you on the lips before laying down. "ugh fuck your hole felt good. captain, he's all yours." steve smiled before laying on top of you and slowly inserting his cock inside you. you moaned as steve went at a fast pace and began to suck on your neck and chest.

"haha that's right cap fuck his hole." bucky said as he watched steve ram his thick cock inside you. your moans grew louder and louder so steve put his finger inside your mouth. "shush baby that's right. suck on my finger." you sucked on his finger while you felt his sweat come onto you. "ughh fuck y/n. fuck im gonna cum." you felt that same warm sensation of his cum fill your insides as steve laid back and let out a big exhale. "hey come on steve we can't just leave y/n hanging. it's not like he's our sex toy. haha come here baby boy." bucky lifted your legs and began licking your hole. you started stroking your cock as steve began playing with your nipples and kissing them. "ugh fuck that feels so good." you said as bucky kissed your hole. "lemme help you there y/n." steve said as he removed your hand and filled his mouth with your cock. "just ram it in there." he said as you shoved your cock down steve’s throat.

“ugh fuck i’m gonna cum.” you said as an overwhelming sense of pleasure ran through your body. “cum in my mouth baby.” steve said as you filled his mouth with your cum. you exhaled and laid between them. “fuck you guys. we can’t tell anyone about this.” you said as you worried about the avengers finding out. “don’t worry about a thing y/n. this will just be our little secret.” bucky said as he played with your hair and steve held his arm around your body. “now lay back and get some rest. you did a good job tonight baby boy.” steve said as you slowly closed your eyes and drifted to sleep.

[gatorbites-imagines]

Kinktober day 17

Steve Rogers + Watersports

Never actually written anything like this before, so if it sucks, that’s why. Enjoy. How’s everyone’s month been so far?

2024 kinktober masterlist.

Steve exhaled shakily as he kneeled on the floor of his shower. It was times like this that he was thankful for the too expensive apartment, with too many rooms and too much space, since it meant his shower was big enough for the both of you to be comfortable.

He was so incredibly hard, small barely hidden jolts running up his spine every time his length buckled under its own weight, brushing against the cold tiles before it jumped back up again. His hands clenched where they were placed on his knees, Steve having put himself in a perfect kneeling position. One he knew would start burning after a while, but that was part of the time.

Steve could feel just how red he was in the face, how it ran all the way from the tips of his ears, down his cheeks and neck, bleeding all the way down to his chest. Few things got him to flush this much, and part of him felt dumb for being so embarrassed, as he had been the one to ask you for this.

Everything had been so much since he awoke in the future, being almost immediately placed in a role where he was in charge of a lot of people. When you two started dating, Steve still felt like he had to struggle to be the kind of man he thought you wanted. It took a lot of work, but Steve slowly came out his shell, and you two started to explore the many new discoveries of the future.

Steves pupils were blown wide as he almost meekly looked up at you, like he was too embarrassed to fully look up, to see just how real this situation was. You weren’t even fully here, just a bit stiffer than usual from the entire situation. The blonde found his mouth watering, his nostrils flaring as he puffed out a loud breath, trying not to think too hard about the fact that he had seen you drinking so much more water than usual all day.

You didn’t look much better, there was a slight tremor in your stance, like you felt just as antsy about it as Steve did. You two had never done anything quite like this before. Youd spat on Steve, spilled all over and inside him, Steve had even buried himself in your pits a few times, but nothing quite like this.

Spit gathered in the bottom of your mouth, making you gulp audibly, chewing at your lip as you grabbed at your own base. “You ready Steve?” you mumble, your quiet tone loud in the otherwise quiet room, only joined by the shuddering excited breath of your partner.

It took a while to make your body accept what was happening, having to close your eyes for a moment to manually release your bladder, which had been achingly full for a while now. It was hard for your body to accept what you were doing, since it wasn’t where you had been trained to let go, but after a bit of mental work, you finally let go.

Steves close mouthed moans were louder than the stream that left you, your eyes parting as you looked down, your knees almost buckling at the sight of your fluids pouring against his neck and chest. Steves eyes were closed in something akin to bliss, his cock somehow harder than before, looking almost purple at the tip from how excited this got him.

The relief upon your bladder also added to your weak knees, making you lean back against the tiled wall as Steve almost followed along, leaning towards that strong pale stream. His entire body was tense, but not from discomfort, rather from how hard he had to hold himself back from going crazy.

Something seemed to flicker inside Steves chest as he parted hips eyelids, having the same look in his eyes as when he got dumb plans on missions. You choked on nothing as his spit slick lips parted, Steve ducking his head and sticking out his tongue just enough to catch the stream that was still spilling out of you.

A shuddering gasp left you, as you instinctively tried to put a stop to the stream of fluids leaving you. But when you started going, it was almost impossible to stop again. When you really looked at Steves expression, it was clear he didn’t want you to stop either, especially as he leaned further down so your fluids sprayed lines across his face and into his hair.

A noise similar to a moan stuttered out of your chest, as the steady stream slowly turned into a slow trickle, Steve following it like a bloodhound, his lips sealing around your tip when it had become little more than drops. His lips pursed slightly as he suckled, rubbing his tongue around your slit as he tried to coax the last drops out of you.

The loud slick noise you could hear, and the motion of his arm, made it clear he was working himself to an end as well. His eyelashes were stuck together, and you couldn’t even tell if it was from your piss or his tears, his hair sticking to his skin as he moaned and whimpered around your tip.

You gave a small flinch backwards as you felt him spurt against your feet, his orgasm hard enough that his jaw dropped as his back arched. It felt a little gross to run your hand through his hair as Steve rested his head against your hip, but there wasn’t much else you could do until he was ready.

But the very moment he seemed to come back to himself, you grabbed the showerhead and turned it on. You only just barely made sure it was warm enough before turning it on him, laughing a little at his yelp. He better not try to kiss you before he brushed his teeth, that was for sure.

[cece693]

tony stark x male reader who’s kinda shy and quiet but crazy good at math and science and all those equations. something fluffy and cute thank youuuuuuu

Brilliant (Tony Stark x M! Reader)

Announcement: for those who have been following my Velvet Ring trilogy fic, I've created an AO3 account where I intend to flesh out the story. Here's the link! Also, since I'm not smart myself, I didn't go in-depth about science and calculations, so forgive me :(

Tony Stark was many things: a genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist—but being in a committed relationship? That wasn’t exactly the headline he wanted plastered all over the news. Not because he was ashamed—far from it—but because Tony had learned the hard way that the world had a way of ruining what mattered most. And you? You mattered more than anything.

You were everything Tony wasn’t—quiet, thoughtful, reserved. While Tony thrived in the spotlight, you thrived in the solace of your work, diving deep into equations and theories that would leave most people with a headache. You were a prodigy in your own right, a quiet storm of brilliance and ingenuity. The kind of man who didn’t seek recognition, only results. Tony couldn’t help but admire that about you—and, though he’d never admit it out loud, you kept him grounded in a way no one else could.

Tonight, you were sprawled out on the couch in your shared apartment, wearing a faded hoodie and sweatpants you’d stolen from Tony long ago. A notebook rested on your lap, filled with scribbled formulas and diagrams. The room was quiet, save for the occasional scratch of your pen against paper.

The sound of the front door opening broke your focus. Tony stepped inside, tie loosened and suit jacket draped over his arm. He looked tired, but his eyes lit up when they landed on you.

“Hey, handsome,” he greeted, his voice warm as he crossed the room. “What did I say about math after ten?”

You glanced up, rolling your eyes. “You said it’s a house rule. I said it’s not enforceable.”

Tony smirked, plucking the notebook from your hands before dropping it onto the coffee table. Sitting beside you, he wrapped one arm around your shoulders, your head tucked into the crook of his neck. “You were late,” you muttered, resting your head against his shoulder. “Everything okay?”

“Just the usual corporate nonsense,” Tony replied, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “You know how it is—saving the world, keeping the board happy. Exhausting, really. I’m practically a saint.”

You huffed a quiet laugh, but instead of responding, your eyes kept flickering toward the discarded notebook on the table. After a moment, you shifted slightly in his hold, trying to reach for it. Tony groaned dramatically, tightening his grip.

“Oh, no, you don’t,” he said, pulling you closer. “I just got home, and you’re trying to ditch me for math? Do you have any idea how lonely I’ve been? I’ve been deprived of your presence all day, and this—” he gestured at the notebook—“is more important?”

You bit back a laugh, managing to wiggle out of his grasp. “I promise it'll be worth it."

Tony crossed his arms, slumping back against the couch like a sulking child. “Fine, but if I die from lack of cuddles and attention it's on you.”

Grabbing the notebook, you turned back to him, a small smile tugging at your lips. “You look fine. And for the record, this 'math' you're referring to is yours."

That caught his attention. His brows furrowed as he sat up straighter, his earlier theatrics forgotten. “Mine?”

You nodded, flipping open the notebook and holding it out to him. “You mentioned the other night that you were having issues with stabilizing the power output on the Iron Man suit. I’ve been working on it.”

Tony’s eyes scanned the pages, his expression softening with each line he read. Your neat handwriting detailed calculations, theories, and possible solutions. You’d even diagrammed potential fixes, complete with annotations on how they’d improve efficiency. “You’ve been working on this?” he asked, his voice quieter now. “For me?”

“Well, yeah,” you said, shrugging like it wasn’t a big deal. “I know it’s been frustrating you, so I thought I’d try to help.”

For once, Tony Stark was speechless. His eyes flickered between you and the notebook, the weight of your gesture hitting him like a freight train. You’d spent your time—not for your own research or projects, but to solve one of his problems. It wasn’t just the effort or the brilliance of your work—it was the care behind it, the way you always seemed to go out of your way to make his life a little easier.

Tony set the notebook aside, reaching for you instead. His hands cupped your face, his gaze warm and filled with an emotion he rarely let himself feel this deeply. “You’re incredible,” he murmured, his voice thick with gratitude. “I don’t deserve you.”

Before you could respond, his lips were on yours, soft and full of affection. It wasn’t the usual teasing kiss he’d steal when he was being playful—it was deeper, more vulnerable. A silent thank you, a promise that he’d never take you for granted. When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, and he smiled. “You’re too good to me.”

You laughed softly, your hands resting on his chest. “You’re worth it, Stark. Even if you are a little dramatic sometimes.” Tony chuckled, pulling you into another kiss, his heart full and his mind already spinning with ideas. If this was what it felt like to be loved by you, then he never wanted to let it go.

[bigfan-fanfic]

Your Home (Male!Reader x Steve Rogers)

Something nice and sweet with sugar daddy Steve taking care of bf after his family kinda turned their backs on him.

You knew you had expected Steve to return without incident, but relief still practically chokes you when he does, unharmed and bringing in a few boxes of your stuff.

"Steve!" You almost whimper, throwing your arms around his neck.

He easily places an arm around you, lowering his head to gently hold you with all of him he can.

The moment you let him know that your parents kicked you out, he immediately came to pick you up, his motorcycle roaring down your street.

He took you to his place and immediately assured you that you would stay there.

"Steve, I can't-"

"Doll, you're not staying on the street." he had said, and that was that.

They never really cared much, but it's still a shock to think they'd kick you out. Steve had wangled a list of your stuff out from you before he left to retrieve it.

And now he's back, and Bucky's bringing in a few boxes.

Steve smiles. "Baby, are you alright?"

"Y-yeah. I just... it's all so much at once, you know?"

"Of course. But I want you to know that I won't leave you in the lurch. Honestly, I was going to ask you to move in anyway, so maybe... blessing in disguise?"

You chuckle softly at his apologetic smile before he draws you into another kiss.

"Did you have any trouble?"

"No." Steve answers softly. "Everything went smoothly, don't you worry."

Bucky returns. "I went ahead and put the boxes in the master bedroom."

Steve looks at you. "Is that okay? I don't mean to pressure you. We can set up a-"

"That's just fine." You whisper, nuzzling against his strong chest.

"Thanks, Buck. Check in tomorrow, maybe? Just make sure Y/N's doing well."

"Will do."

When Bucky leaves, it sort of hits you that this is your home now. That you're with your boyfriend, who likes to buy you things and spoil you, has given you his home to share with him.

You hold him even more tightly.

"How about I get us some vittles, eh, Doll?" he rubs your back. "Go ahead and set the table, maybe get some of your things in order in our room."

You blush and smile - Steve's bedroom is familiar to you - you have a desk in the study, and a lot of your stuff is already here. You were kinda halfway moved in anyway.

He's cooking when you make it back into the kitchen, and it's clear he's doing a special breakfast for dinner thing to cheer you up.

"I'm really grateful for this, Steve. You don't have to-"

"Y/N." He chuckles. "I'm fully aware that I don't have to take you in, or make you breakfast, or do whatever it is I do. But I want to. I want to take care of you. I want to make you happy. I love you."

You can't stop grinning - this is the first time either of you have said the L word.

"I... I love you too."

He turns and places a kiss on your forehead. "I wish it was under better circumstances, but... welcome home."

There's such love and admiration in his voice, but also something more.

Determination.

He's determined to make your life better, and to love you.

And you know what?

For once, you don't feel like a burden for it.

Maybe, just maybe, you deserve his love.

And he deserves yours.

[marrziy]

eu te imploro, faça uma fanfic do capitão america plmds

ESSE HOMEM É LINDO E EU NÃO AGUENTO MAIS 😭😭

Steve Rogers x Male Reader

"Dura matina"

M . C . U

★. Sinopse: Steve acorda de manhãzinha com a barraca armada. A ereção grossa do herói pulsa dentro da cueca e ele faz manha por alívio, pressionando-se contra você na cama, mordiscando sua nuca e esfregando os quadris contra os seus até que você desperte, grogue, e o ajude a gozar.

★. Gênero: hot (smut)

★. Palavras: 2.1k

*Eu não sei se você queria um hot, mas esse plot tava enraizado na minha cabeça, então mesclei e voilà! O final é meio abrupto, mas espero que goste <3

E a propósito, mencionem os tipos de enredos que vcs querem ler quando forem fazer pedidos (hot, fluff, terror etc) pra me deixar mais situado, pq se depender de mim, esse perfil vira um cabaré.

2° pessoa - presente

Entre o apagão e a consciência, seus sentidos o puxam para o lado mais excitado, salientando o peso esmagando suas costas e o choque estalando em sua nuca. Um arrepio prazeroso sobe da virilha até o ventre, levando-o a estremecer e abrir os olhos. O quarto está escuro, mas, ao seu lado na cama, os números luminosos do despertador sobre a mesa de cabeceira suavizam a escuridão. Você pisca freneticamente e tensiona os músculos, estralando os dedos dos pés ao contraí-los, quase gemendo com o gostoso espreguiçar.

Seus movimentos permitem que sinta mais do corpo forte pressionado contra o seu. Você sabe que é Steve; o calor dele é inconfundível.

Com o cérebro totalmente ativo, você sente tudo e reage ao que lhe é dado. De bruços, sua nuca vulnerável é vítima de mordidas pouco contidas que te fazem encolher, e, mais abaixo, seu herói te fode vestido, batendo a virilha com força contra sua bunda. A cada investida, você afunda mais os quadris no colchão, mas é sempre puxado de volta pelo braço musculoso ao redor da sua cintura.

Steve não usa nada na parte de cima, mas está contido por uma cueca e uma calça moletom no sul do corpo. Mesmo assim, é monstruosa a forma como ele vaza e escurece o tecido cinza-claro da calça, não se retendo à primeira camada. O pré-sêmen do seu namorado alaga tanto que parece que ele está tendo um orgasmo, e nem você escapa da umidade, tendo a parte traseira da sua cueca inundada pela porra abundante de Steve, enquanto ele roça freneticamente em você.

Ele abandona sua nuca com uma lambida extensa nas marcas que deixou. — Solzinho, acorda. Eu preciso de você. — todo molhadinho e agitado, Steve sussurra rouco no pé do seu ouvido, esquentando seu pescoço com arfadas quentes. — Preciso mesmo…

— Tô acordado. — você responde baixinho, sua voz quase imperceptível. — Mas amor… — segue uma pausa para coçar os olhos e desembaçar a vista cansada. Você se estica o quanto pode para ver as horas no despertador e geme fatigado com a marcação exata piscando na tela digital. — São cinco da manhã! E é sábado! — falar em voz alta parece solidificar ainda mais o raiar. — A gente transa depois… — você derrete no colchão, afundando o rosto no travesseiro, o que abafa suas palavras. — E para de esfregar a pica em mim! Tá certo que você é meu goldenzinho, mas agir que nem um cachorro no cio é encarnar demais no papel.

Quando Steve agarra seus ombros e te vira, pondo você de barriga para cima, você sorri e revira os olhos, já esperando por aquilo.

Ele te prende em uma prisão corpulenta: as mãos, esparramadas no travesseiro, uma de cada lado da sua cabeça, e os braços, cercando à esquerda e à direita, são como grades. O torso erguido, que te cobre, serve de teto, e o pau te cutucando representa um guarda frustrado e impertinente.

Seu crime?

Ser absurdamente desejável, mesmo estático na maior das monotonias.

— Tá tão duro. Você sente? — fincado entre suas pernas, Steve pressiona suas virilhas. Ele estremece com o próprio movimento, jogando a cabeça para trás, destacando a saliência das veias no pescoço. O vingador morde o lábio inferior e você faz o mesmo, contendo a conclusão dos nervos agitados. — Acordei assim. Faz um tempo que não acontece. — encarar aquela face ébria de tesão faz você desejá-lo enraizando dentro do seu corpo. O sono já não cabe mais. — Querido, eu quero muito goz… gozar! Sinto que vou explodir se não esvaziar dentro de você. Por favor… você pode me a-ajudar com isso? Vai ser tão gostoso… e depois eu faço qualquer coisa que você pedir! Eu juro!

— Você já me acordou mesmo, ent... — antes que sua frase fosse digna de ponto final, Steve engatinha sobre você, sentando no seu colo, prendendo seu quadril entre as coxas e fazendo pressão contra sua ereção. Você aperta a cintura firme de Steve, e ao sentir o encaixe do seu inchaço entre o vão das nádegas do loiro, a gagueira é instantânea. — E-então vá em fren-frente. — você sente que pode gozar na cueca a qualquer momento.

Ainda montado em você, Steve ergue a pélvis e aperta o volume que enche a calça, manchando ainda mais o moletom com o pré-gozo que vaza da ponta inchada. Ele abaixa o mínimo da peça, o suficiente para expor a cueca preta, que, mesmo diluída no escurinho do quarto, em nada reduz o volume grosso que cobre. Steve brinca com o elástico, fazendo o cós chicotear a pele, atraindo sua atenção para o V que leva ao abdômen cheio de gominhos saltados, gostosos de morder.

Steve jura ver corações nos seus olhos quando finalmente bota o pau para fora. Ele sorri, corado. 'Adoravelmente vagabunda' é como ele te define.

A glande vazando te hipnotiza; é de se refletir como coisas em formato de cogumelo podem ser atordoantes.

Salivando, você leva a mão para apertar, esfregar e acariciar.

Entretanto, Steve agarra seus pulsos e os prende ao lado da sua cabeça. Você choraminga, resistindo inutilmente ao aperto do loiro. Também sentindo falta da bunda esmagando sua excitação, você eleva os quadris, buscando estímulo, já mais eufórico que Steve. Ele ri baixinho, e isso multiplica sua agitação.

— Calma… — a voz do herói vem rouca e suave, acarretando em você pulsando e molhando a frente da cueca com porra quente e espessa. Steve te encara, curioso com a forma como você respira rápido, se contorce e treme embaixo dele. Ele junta os pontinhos e sorri largo, curvando-se e esfregando a bochecha na sua. — Awwn, eu nem enfiei e você já gozou? Que fofo! — Steve solta seus pulsos agora que seu corpo está fraco e sensível.

Você tem espasmos enquanto, ocasionalmente, mais sêmen vaza e encharca sua cueca a cada contração. Você quer retaliar, dizer que é constrangedor, não fofo. Mas a satisfação física é tanta que você apenas aceita relaxar e assume que é completamente rendido e reativo ao seu namorado, a ponto de ele conseguir extrair seus orgasmos com o mínimo de esforço.

Steve estabiliza a palma suavemente sobre a sua virilha, deslizando-a para frente, agarrando a barra da sua camiseta larga e a erguendo até o peitoral. Ele envolve seu dorso com um braço, apoiando suas costas no antebraço e afundando os dedos na lateral da sua cintura. Steve te puxa contra si, unindo seus corpos acalorados. Com as pernas separadas paralelamente no colchão, o loiro arrasta o quadril para frente até montar na sua cintura e descansar o pau pesado sobre seu estômago.

Sob pressão, a pele ferve, e o suor que escorre da testa ao tronco de Steve mistura-se com seus fluidos e vira sal temperado, combinando a essência que transpira de cada corpo.

As sobrancelhas se juntam, os cílios umedecem, e Steve passa a suspirar no limite entre rosnados e gemidos conforme esfrega o cacete grosso na pele suave da sua barriga, mantendo-o contido abaixo dele, refém do abraço que te cerca e das coxas grossas que prendem sua cintura no lugar.

Steve empurra uma vez e choraminga.

Empurra novamente e estremece.

O terceiro impulso é lento. Steve quase funde seus corpos com a pressão que faz para prolongar a sensação gostosa.

O quarto movimento é desajeitado e trêmulo.

A partir do quinto, a contagem se perde.

O vai e vem é errático; é quase raivosa a forma como o loiro corre atrás do ápice. As investidas são rápidas, o pau babão vaza, e estalos molhados são produzidos com o atrito entre a rigidez agressora e a maciez acomodada. Você estremece sempre que a cabecinha vermelha é jogada para frente; aquele pau é tão grande que te faz perder a noção da distância e jurar que a glande roçando em seu abdômen vai, em algum momento, parar na sua boca. Isso resulta em estômago frio e calor por toda a face.

As bolas pesadas de Steve, esparramadas abaixo do seu umbigo, acumulam parte do pré-sêmen que escorre da ponta e, quando o herói decide triplicar a potência e realmente afundar o cacete rijo, ajudam a espalhar porra por todo o seu abdômen. — Caralho, amor... — Steve grunhe, a voz áspera embargada pela saliva que se acumula na boca. Ele amassa o lençol com a mão livre e se pressiona com mais força contra você, tensionando as fibras. O corpo vigoroso, de constituição maciça, agora trêmulo e sem estruturas, deita completamente sobre sua forma menor, afundando você no colchão enquanto te afoga em suor e porra. — Su-sua barriguinha é... é tão gostosa... tã-tão boa de me esfregar... — sussurra abafado, com o rosto perdido no vão do seu pescoço e a boca ocupada mordendo o travesseiro.

Steve trava na posição, estremecendo da cabeça aos pés. Ele mantém os quadris jogados para frente e ofega alto. Para a insatisfação dos seus ouvidos - felizes com a respiração errática que os aquece -, o loiro geme tão profundamente que o som se perde no interior da garganta, sem alcançar o exterior.

Tudo isso enquanto o pau inchado do felizardo se agita, pressionado contra sua barriga, latejando tão forte que você sente cada veia pulsar. Já era quentinha a sensação daquele pau grande roçando na sua pele, mas quando Steve entra em erupção, gozando, aquilo ferve.

As bolas cheias contraem, esvaziando, impulsionando toda a carga para a cabecinha irritada. Um jato grosso esquenta seu abdômen e o de Steve, melando seus corpos de branco. O esguicho é tão potente que atinge seu peitoral e queixo. Seu namorado não hesita em se responsabilizar. — O plano era gozar dentro... — o loiro choraminga, sensível, te limpando e sujando ao mesmo tempo, lambendo a própria porra em seus peitos enquanto mais porra vaza do pau choroso.

Torrentes lentas e abundantes ainda são liberadas da fenda, lambuzando seu estômago e escorrendo pelas curvas. O aperto de Steve afrouxa, mas ele não desgruda de você. O loiro raspa a colher no manjar, aproveitando os últimos resquícios do ápice, tendo espasmos até a derradeira gota vazar.

Steve sorri com a boca no seu mamilo, deleitando-se da forma como você estremece enquanto ele morde e lambe a trilha de esperma que inaugurou em seu corpo e que já está interditando. O herói salta até seu queixo, abocanhando a região ossuda, eliminando as evidências da luxúria.

Você está confortável. É gostosinho como Steve te devora; seu estômago formiga, as juntas estalam e relaxam em seguida. Tão próximos, palpitando audíveis, peito a peito acelerado, respirando vida face a face. Em paz e eriçado, suas pálpebras pesam e você se aconchega, prestes a retornar para a inconsciência de momentos atrás.

Mas você arregala os mirantes ao ter seu corpo molenga agarrado pela cintura e erguido, sendo colocado sentado com as costas apoiadas na cabeceira da cama. Você percebe que está sem camiseta e que não faz a mínima ideia de quando ela foi tirada.

Steve, com os joelhos afundando o colchão nas laterais da sua cintura, te olha de cima, elevando-se sobre você. — Mas o plano ainda está de pé, — ele acaricia suas bochechas, encarando sua expressão atordoada com paixão corada. — Então abre a boquinha e chupa, príncipe. Deixa ele bem molhado pra eu meter gostoso na sua bunda.

Focado demais no mistério da camiseta, você só nota Steve ajoelhado na sua frente, com o quadril dele rente ao seu rosto, quando a voz mansa soa.

O movimento de erguer a cabeça leva seus lábios diretamente à glande do pau de Steve, mais macia agora, porém impressionantemente grossa para alguém que gozou mares de porra há pouco.

O herói estremece com o contato dos seus lábios na cabecinha sensível e leva uma das mãos aos seus fios, entrelaçando-os entre os dedos. Você se assusta inicialmente, mas logo está sorrindo diante do revirar de olhos que seu namorado lhe proporciona.

A carne grossa segue úmida da última ejaculação e renova com pré-sêmen fresco. — Pode deixar… — você exibe a ponta da língua, passando-a vagarosamente por toda a glande molhada, sentindo o gostinho salgado enquanto, na mesma lentidão, arrasta a ponta dos dedos pelos centímetros restantes, propositalmente dando o mínimo com o máximo de mansidão.

Você provoca, como se nunca tivesse engasgado até o talo naquela pica.

Como se não tivesse sido a sua boca o primeiro buraco em que Steve se enfiou.

Ver você sorrir com o pau dele preso entre os lábios foi demais. Ele choraminga, curvando a coluna e gaguejando os quadris para frente e para trás, fodendo apenas com metade da ponta. Steve agarra os dois lados da sua cabeça, mantendo-o parado. Você responde entreabrindo a boca, e do loiro escapa um risinho soprado.

Ele precisa de bem mais do que isso para caber.

E prova, te fazendo arreganhar ao enfiar tudo de uma só vez.

[chrisisvbun]

Can I request a male reader x Bucky Barnes. One that is super angsty/fluffy. Bucky and reader like one another but they never really tell one another because things/people interrupt them. One day Bucky goes on a mission, he comes back super late. Bucky Goes to readers apartment and reader spends the whole night patching up Bucky and making him feel better. Like getting a warm bath to help him relax. Bucky was scared of never seeing reader ever again. Maybe one of them confesses?

a/n: I love it everyone send requests I love em :(

cozy night. bucky barnes x male!stark!reader.

synopsis: after your dad, tony stark, passed away, it's your job to run the company since you are the eldest kid. but going through grief and working isn't easy, you fortunately got bucky by your side ever since you started, which lead to some confusing feelings and a lot for tension between you to, that seems to never conclude in anything due to multiple interruptions.

cw: angst, death (tony's) (i teared up a bit), mention of young pregnancy, fluff, reader has a Cuban mom, slightly described reader, bucky being the sweetest, lots of tension, friends to lovers, bucky being soft and vulnerable, alcohol, anxiety, blood and scars, nudity (non sexual), flirting.

words: 2.8k

You sighed as you kept typing on your computer, a slight frown on your light brown forehead as you checked the enormous pile of papers next to you, while your glasses slightly fell through the bridge of your nose.

A knock on the door slightly called your attention, a loud “come in” came out of your throat. And that sweet, soft “Hey” made the noise on your ears shut, as your attention went completely to Bucky. 

It didn't matter if you were tired, burnt out or just having a shitty day, Bucky’s single presence in your office always made you smile.

“Hi.” You smiled sweetly, which made him smile too.

“Just wanted to check on you, it’s getting really late.” He crossed his arms, leaning against the doorframe.

“Yeah, I should call it a night.” You sighed, removing your glasses and rubbing your eyes. Bucky’s expression softened.

“Need a lift? We could grab a beer if you want.” He asked, trying to sound casual.

You sighed again. “I would love to, but Happy is picking me up with Morgan in like… ten minutes.” You glanced at the clock, your face softened at the sight of Bucky’s disappointed look. “Maybe another time, Buck.”

“Whenever you want.” He smiled, understanding. “I’m gonna head home, but text me if, for some reason, you finish early, and want to grab that beer.”

“I will. Go home, Barnes.” You smiled lovely, he smiled back.

“You too, Stark.”

After Bucky left, you began to close everything up on the top office of the Stark Tower. You took a look at your clock to check the time, 9:27 pm.

You sighed and looked at your phone, Happy confirmed that he was on the parking lot with your young sister, you smiled at the picture he sent you fo her watching through the window of the car, waiting for you.

You got into the Avengers during the blip, you lived in Connecticut with your mom, a Cuban woman that had become a mother really young, and one of the many who disappeared during the blip. One of those nights when you began to miss her, you began to check the boxes that she always hid in the basement, where you found that your father’s last name was Stark. Apparently, Tony Stark had an adventure with your mother when both of them were younger, a one time thing, that unfortunately -even though your mom says the opposite- lead to her getting pregnant at nineteen years old, in 1989.

When you found out, you managed to get in touch with the Stark Tower, and found where he was staying, only to find his new life, his new wife and daughter. Even though your mom and him weren’t nothing more than a one-night-stand, it hurt you to see how great he was doing aside from the general blip situation, where you were struggling emotionally and economically, not just during the blip but all your life.

Apart from the shock of finding out he had a son, he couldn’t have been happier about meeting you. You talked for almost a day, and he, for the first time, seemed interested in someone else rather than himself and his daughter. He asked about you, about your mom, your studies, your life in general. And you couldn’t blame him, he didn’t know, and at that moment, you believed him when he told you that, if he had known, he would've stayed. You wanted to keep believing that. And he even made you your own suit.

You went with him to find the infinity stones, you fought with Thanos to save him. And when the words “I’m Iron Man” came out of his mouth, you saw the man you had began to call your father, and who now had passed.

“No, no, no, not now. Not now, please.” You sobbed, grabbing his hands, he weakly looked at you. “JARVIS, his vitals.” 

But you didn’t even try listening to the voice, you saw his eyes and his slight smile and knew, you knew like you’ve known him all your life.

“Dad, please… I want to know more, please, don’t- Dad-” Your voice cracked more, trying to hold him more only to be removed by Steve. “Dad, please!” You sobbed as Steve held you, trying to make you calm down.

You fell to your knees watching his life leaving his eyes, only crying louder, thinking what are you going to tell Morgan.

“Hey, kid.” Happy made you snap out of your thoughts. “Hey, you alright?” He asked, concerned.

“Yeah, yeah,” You swallowed the knot of sadness in your throat and smiled. “Where is she?” You looked around, and the answer jumped right to your back, making you complain of the sudden hit.

“Big bro!” Your sister hugged your neck from behind. You laughed and moved her around to grab her in your arm, rubbing her hair.

“Hey there, little devil.” You teased.

The night was great, you went to a simple diner, together, ate cheeseburgers as you caressed your sister’s hair. You smiled as you looked down at her asleep in your arms, seeing your dad all over his factions. He looked more like him, you were more like him. But looking at her made you feel a pang of protectiveness and affection that you’d rarely ever felt. He was the best thing your father left you, and the cutest and the softest.

“Can’t we have a sleepover?” Your sister pouted as you began to climb out of the car.

“Morgan…” Happy began to scold her.

“It’s okay, Hap.” You smiled at him. “Maybe during the weekend, alright? a day where I don't have to stay really late and wake up really early” You smiled as she nodded. You gently leaned in and rubbed her little nose with yours, leaning your forehead against hers. “I love you 3000.”

Your sister giggled and smiled. “I love you 3000.”

(...)

A knock on the door called your attention again, and you smiled once Bucky got in your sight.

“Barnes.”

“Stark.” He smiled. “What are you up to?” He nodded at your computer, you sighed.

“Some meetings I need to have with investors, taxes, boring shit.” You shrugged.

“Sounds like heavy shit.” You nodded. “So… In order for you to relax, wanna, you know, grab that beer?” He smiled, leaning against your desk.

You smiled and were about to answer, about to say yes and finally do it. Finally go out with him, have a decent date. But your phone rang.

You sighed. “Sorry.” You said with honest guilt, but that faded when he gave you a knowing smile. 

You grabbed the phone, starting with the usual greeting until you got serious. “I’ll be there in a minute.” You hung up and rubbed your face, standing up.

“Hey, hey.” Bucky put his hands on your shoulders. “What 's wrong?”

You sighed and he put you against his chest, soothing you before you spoke. “My mom, she is having problems with the house but she doesn’t want to move out, and the idiot that wants to buy the house to make a building came again, apparently, and they are… I don’t know, making a fucking mess.” You pulled away from his embrace. “I’m really sorry, Buck-”

“Don’t you dare to apologize.” He smiled while ruffling your hair. “It’s alright, we’ll get to it some time.”

After fighting with white dudes and defending your mother, at eleven o’clock you finally got home, and after getting changed and ready to bed, you called Bucky.

“Yeah?”

“Barnes, hey.” You instantly smiled when heard him, and you heard how he huffed a smile too.

“Stark, it’s good to hear you this happy.” He teased slightly.

You chuckled. “I just… heard you and got happy.” You said with a slight shy tone.

“You are gonna make me blush, handsome.” He said sweetly. “What’s going on?”

“No, nothing, I just- Are you still down for that beer? Maybe tomorrow?” You said, again in that shy tone, making Bucky chuckle.

“I would love to, doll, but you see, I just got a notification that I have a mission.”

You huffed, frustrated. “Are you kidding me?” You whined.

Bucky laughed at your whiny tone. “It seems like we will never get to it, do we?”

“Don’t say that, idiot…” You giggled.

“I’ll pick you up after the mission tomorrow, alright? I’ll text you.” Bucky said casually, your heart skipped a bit and you smiled stupidly.

“Yeah, yeah… that sounds great.”

The day after that call felt light like a feather, you had a smile on your face all day long, even during long meetings that did nothing but bore you. The last paper you signed and you clocked out for the day, excited to head home and get ready for the night that was about to finally happen.

So you waited, long hours with your outfit that you had been thinking about since the day before. You began to wonder if he would ever come, if he wanted this date as much as you did. You began to think it wasn’t the case, the mission should had finished hours ago, and he simply wasn’t there.

You were about to head to the bar by yourself, but as you waited outside your apartment, your phone buzzed in your pocket.

"Barnes." You answered in a tone that was a mixture of coldness and concern.

"Stark, I'm sorry, but I won't be able to make it." His voice was strained, and you heard the unmistakable sound of pain in the background.

"What happened?" You asked as you felt a sting of guilt in your heart.

"Mission went sideways. I'm okay, just… need to take care of the scratches." He assured you, but his voice was laced with exhaustion.

"I'll be right there." You said without a second thought, not letting him answer or deny.

When you arrived at his place, you found Bucky leaning against the wall, his shirt stained with blood and his eyes filled with relief at the sight of you. Without saying a word, you helped him inside. You grabbed the first aid kit and some clean towels, your hands shaking slightly as you approached him.

"Let me do this." You said, kneeling down to remove his boots.

He nodded, wincing as you gently peeled his shirt away from his skin. The wounds weren't deep, but they were numerous, a testament to the fight he had just been in. You worked meticulously, cleaning each cut and bruise with gentle strokes of the cloth, your eyes never leaving his.

"Thanks." He murmured, his voice hoarse.

You nodded, trying to ignore the way your heart skipped a beat every time your hands brushed against his skin. "It's what friends do."

He looked up at you, his eyes searching yours. "Yeah," He said softly, "it is." He knew what you meant.

You patched him up in silence, sitting on his couch as you cleaned his small wounds. You moved up to close the small cut on his brown, Bucky winced slightly, gripping your thigh slightly. “Sorry.” You said low. “Don’t be.” He smiled weakly, his hand caressing your thigh gently.

After you patched him up, you got the chance to notice how his whole body was covered in a layer of sweat and dirt.

“Wait here.” You stood up and left for the bathroom, and after some minutes, you peeked through there. “Can you walk here?”

He nodded and approached, he entered the bathroom, covered in steam, the tub filled with warm water. “I’ll help you get undressed.” You said. He was so tired, he just slumped on the toilet with a groan and nodded. With gentle touches you removed his clothes, with nothing but affection and care. You pulled down his pants, his socks, his shirt, and looked up at him, silently asking if you could remove his pants, at which he nodded weakly.

You removed his boxers, not even wanting to check anything in him. You helped him in the tub, and he shivered at the contact of the warm water. “Too hot?”

He shook his hair. “It’s perfect.” You smiled at him gently.

You went to the kitchen and came back with two cold beers opened, passing him one to him.

He looked up, his icy blue eyes softened at the sight of you offering him a drink, he almost wanted to cry. Your family and him already had a story, not the best one, and he didn’t want that to be relevant, but at the same time, there was something that made him want to push you away, to avoid rejection, because if you didn’t want him if you didn’t crave him as much as he did, he wouldn’t be ab;e to do it, to move on from you. But the idea of being away from you physically hurt him, just thinking about not crashing in your office once in a while, seeing you smile, making you blush, making you laugh. He dreamt about that cute face of yours every single night.

He grabbed the beer and both of you took a long sip, one of your hands moved to scratch his scalp while sitting in the edge of the tub. He rested his head on the side of your thigh, sighing, relaxed, happy.

“This wasn’t how I thought our date would go.” Bucky said.

You giggled. “Date?” He blushed and hid his red face on your leg, making you laugh again. “If you told me it was a date before, I would’ve postponed everything in my agenda.”

“Oh, c’mon, you could tell.” He complained, you laughed again and drank from your beer.

“Well, if this is our date, i’m having a great time.”

“Really?” He looked up at you.

“Yeah. I mean, I get to have a drink with a naked handsome man.” You laughed, he chuckled against your leg.

“Yeah, I guess you are right.” He smiled, looking up at you.

“You still in pain?”

He was about to tell you the truth and say no, because that was the reality. His muscles were relaxed due to the warm water, so all the pain was already long gone. But he decided to lie a bit.

“Actually, no.” He huffed, sitting in the tub.

“You have any pain killers here?”

“Mm, yeah.” He kissed your cheek. “But maybe, just maybe, if a pretty boy kissed me, my problems would get solved.”

You raised an eyebrow at him and followed along with his little game. “What a shame, we don’t have any pretty boys here.”

He chuckled and grabbed your jaw gently, turning your face to him. He pressed his lips into yours in a soft kiss, but also a really brief one.

“Well, I guess you are one, because I’m not in pain anymore.” He smiled over his lips.

You rolled your eyes with a playful smile. “You are an idiot.”

“You adore me like that, Stark.” He pecked against your lips repeatedly.

“Hell yeah I do, Barnes.”

[multi-fandom-enjoyer]

Inside the Avengers HQ:

After a long mission and battle, Steve Rogers waits inside the elevator at the Avengers' new headquarters until the door opens, and he walks out without suspension of what's to come. As he walks out of the elevator and down the hall, Peter drops from the celing.

Peter: Captain Rogers is in position.

Y/n: Thanks Peter. Retreat back to the kitchen.

Y/n and Kate are hiden behind the couch in the living room and watch as Steve walks into the kitchen to make himself a cup of coffee.

Kate: Are you sure this will work?

Y/n: I hope it does.

Steve soon notices a cake box and card sitting in the middle of the counter. He opens the card and reads it.

Happy Fourth of July and Birthday to the Captain America!

-The Avengers

He opens the cake box as he is about to take a sip of coffee. However, he stops as he sees the contents and laughs slightly.

Steve: What the shit?

Suddenly, all the Avengers jump out and yell, "Suprise!" before turning on more lights to reveal red white and blue birthday decorations.

Tony walks by and laughs as he sees the cake.

Tony: Now that's America's ass.

A/n: Happy Fourth of July!

[noamm7]

I hate liking you

paring : steve rogers x male reader

genre : angust and fluff?

word quotation : 1.078

summary : you think Steve hates you, then one day you decide to confront him and discover something else (much better)

You are part of The Avengers and somehow you get along with all the members, except one, Steve Rogers, better known as Captain America. You don’t know why, but whenever you try to interact with him, he avoids you or simply ignores you. Whenever you try to give an opinion on something, he simply arches his eyebrows and furrows his brow, sometimes simply ignoring you or disagreeing, as happened again this time.

You were in the conference room with the rest of the team discussing a strategy for defeating some monster or being that had come from another dimension in space. While some were talking about their strategy, you decided to share yours, but as soon as you spoke, Steve quickly countered saying it “wouldn’t work” and that it “could harm the entire team if this were done.” This left you silence for the rest of the meeting, only observing.

After the meeting, you waited for everyone to leave, leaving only you and Tony, who was your close friend. Tony noticed how bothered you were with what happened at the meeting and decided to speak up, “Your idea was good, but-“ Before Tony could finish, you cut him off, “I don’t understand what his problem is. It’s always like this, whenever I’m about to say something or whenever I’m about to give an opinion on something important, he simply dismisses me. I think he hates me.”

“Nah, he doesn’t hate you, he’s just a complicated guy to, uh…you know, he came from a different era than we’re in now,” Tony tries to reassure you. “I don’t think that’s the problem. I’ve seen the way he acts with everyone on the team, and I’m the only one he doesn’t get along with.” You speak with an indignant expression, shaking your leg in a frantic manner.

“I think you should talk to him, it’s better than coming to your own conclusions,” Tony says, trying to help you resolve whatever issue there might be between you and Steve. “You think I didn’t try? He either ignores me or makes it seem like it's no big deal… which it could be… but either way, I've tried talking to the guy, and he's clearly not open to talking to me."

"It doesn’t hurt to try one more time, try to catch him off guard, maybe a scare will make him talk,” Tony suggests in an ironic tone before standing up from his chair. "Come on, it's late, and a superhero needs to rest. Plus, I've still got some projects to finish.” You sigh before you stand up and pass through the door, giving him a soft “thanks” before you leave.

after that same day

You were already in bed trying to fall asleep, but what Tony had said was preventing you from having a peaceful night's rest. You shifted restlessly in bed, trying to find a comfortable position to sleep in, but none seemed to work. You then decided to go to the kitchen and make a hot milk to see if it would help you fall asleep.

You descend the stairs and walk a few more meters to reach the kitchen, only to notice that someone else was already there. The kitchen was completely dark, except for the light from the open fridge illuminating the robust figure standing with its back towards it, preparing some food.

You didn't have to try very hard to recognize who the figure was. It was Steve, and you quickly thought about going back to your room, but before you did, you remembered what Tony said - "catch him off guard" - and This was the perfect time.

You quickly and silently entered the kitchen, trying to make as little noise as possible as you approached Steve, who was too preoccupied with adding cinnamon to his own hot milk to notice you. Without hesitation, you called out to him, causing him to freeze and in a split second, grab his cup of milk and quickly move away from you.

Before he could move any further away from you, you instinctively grabbed hold of his arm and tugged him back towards you. It was unusual, considering he was a "super soldier" and you didn't have the same amount of strength as he did, but you didn't think about it too much as you now had him face to face and could ask your question.

"Why do you hate me?" you ask without any hesitation. "Why do you hate me, Rogers?" Steve is taken aback and tries to say something, but not much comes out. "What...I...what kind of a question is that?" You sigh and quickly say, "You didn't answer my question, why do you hate me? Why are you always avoiding me and ignoring everything I say? This definitely has an answer, Rogers, and I think I deserve to know."

You and Steve lock eyes for what feels like a million years, the tension between you palpable enough to be cut with a knife. Steve sighs before finally speaking, 'I don't...I don't hate you...I hate that I like you.' You stand there frozen and stunned until Steve speaks again, quicker this time. 'But I realize...that's not a problem.' In a split second, Steve closes the distance between you and he, your lips fitting together like two puzzle pieces.

The kiss is calm and passionate, and you make no attempt to draw away, so you remain there in the darkness of the kitchen, just illuminated by the light of the refrigerator, embracing each other and enjoying each other's company.

Hey guys, I really liked this, I was inspired by a part of a headcannon that I read from fear street, written by @mordredisacoolname , so I owe him all the credit ❤️‍🩹

[supercap2319]

Steve: "Buck? Did you tell Y/N that he could be naked on our bed?"

Bucky: "No, I thought you told him he could do that."

[malertop]

Can you do Male!R having a moment of clarity while getting head from Steve Rogers/railing Steve Roger's ass. Like thinking "Oh my god, three months ago, I was working as WHATEVER-JOB. Now Captain fuckin' America is sucking my dick."

The Unexpected

Bottom Steve Rogers x Top Male Reader

Present:

“Fuck oh my god!” Y/N said rolling his head up “Four months ago I was just working as a cashier and now the one and only Captain America is giving me a blowjob” The male said as he thrust inside of Steve Rogers's mouth. Y/N has been dating Steve Rogers for almost seven now and he has always been the best boyfriend he could be for Steve, Steve knew that and he thought he didn't do enough but today was different.

one hour ago:

Y/N opened the door and got inside his cozy and comfortable apartment. After he locked the door he started to take off his shoes as he didn't wanna leave dirt on his house and clean it, putting them aside he took the bag with groceries and went into his kitchen. It took some time but he finally put everything he bought into the fridge and he was finally going to lie on his mattress, or so he thought “So you're finally home” he heard a voice behind him, the voice that could make him blush or go crazy, the voice that he loves hearing whimper or moan. Turning around he saw the one and only Steve Rogers “I-How did you-” Y/N asked as he was looking at his soaked boyfriend with nothing but a towel on his waist “I made a second key” Steve informed as Y/N was looking at him up and down studying him. He shook his head and looked at his boyfriend once again “And why are you here?” Y/N asked out of curiosity but as he thought about what he said, he just needed to add something “I mean not that I don't want you here!” he finished his sentence and reassured his boyfriend who was on the other side smiling at him “Dont worry about it, I know what you mean Y/N” he reassured as he started getting closer to the other shorter (or taller) male in front of him “I just wanted to you know..give you a gift for being such a good boyfriend and being my first boyfriend” Steve said with a smirk as he was looking at the other male, what he said was true though Y/N was his first ever boyfriend, he don't know how and when and why he got those feelings for him but he knows that has will never regret getting them.

“Stevey you didn't need to,” Y/N said as he smiled at the other male who was about to fold as he was being called something he never heard before. “Stevey?” he asked with a smile “I was just thinking about a new cute nickname for my cute boyfriend!” Steve scoffed as Y/N chuckled, “Anyways, you know, now I have a really big comfortable bed calling for me and I can't just ignore it so!..” Y/N said as he fell on his bed and closed his eyes for a second while Steve on the other hand was looking at the male in front of him and took the towel off his waist and slowly got on his knees as the other male was there laying on his bed with closed eyes. Steve now on his knees put his hands on Y/N’s thighs and slowly started getting them higher as Y/N noticed the feeling he just thought that his boyfriend was giving him some relaxing massage, but boy was wrong. Steve pulled Y/N’s pants down and started touching his cock which was hidden by the underwear he was wearing Y/N opened his eyes and looked at his boyfriend who was currently on his knees in front of him on the floor “Ste-” As the male started speaking the other male in front of him stopped him from talking as he raised his hand “Shush” Steve said as he put his index finger on his mouth “Let me give you your well deserves gift” Steve said as he slowly put his hand down and looked at his boyfriend's underwear, he slowly started pulling it down so he could enjoy every second of it as he watched his boyfriends hard crouch slowly showing, he looked at the male in front of him who was red as a tomato, and then his eyes landed back on his boyfriend's pelvis area finding his hard cock in his hand. Slowly his hands were finding their rhythm, going up and down, masturbating the male's hard yet warm and soft-skinned cock. After some time the rhythms stopped as Steve was holding Y/N’s cock straight, making it point to the ceiling as his eyes were hungry and his mind ready for what he was about to do. The other male who was lying on the bed currently red and shy trying to be calm and relaxed but a big gasp left his mouth as he looked at Steve who was currently sucking his tip while looking at him with his eyes, teasing the male was an easy part for Steve while Y/N was trying his best now to grab Steve and shove his head till the end. But as Steve was looking at him with his eyes Y/N couldn't handle it anymore, Y/N grabbed his hair and shove his cock deep down Steve's throat until it was all taken, followed by gagging, Steve’s eyes watered as they rolled up, Y/N pulled his hair back, separating his mouth from his cock, Steve’s mouth was found gape opened as he was breathing for air as saliva followed. “I-I’m sorry babe I didn't mean to!” Y/N said looking at the other male “I just couldn't handle it when you look at me like that with your eyes” Y/N said which made Steve glance at him and smirk, Steve's hand started moving up and down Y/N’s cock which was currently covered in his saliva, the rhythm stopped and Steve spit on Y/N’s cock covering it in more saliva, making it wet and sloppy.