#bearded steve rogers

[pinup-pigeon]

As promised, Steve in his sensible crop top! ❤️ He’s sporting that classic pinup pose (but this one is again referenced from Sports Illustrated swim to stay on theme). Happy to see people enjoying this series 😊

Happy birthday to the boi!

[blackleatherjacketz]

Deep Tissue

Nomad Steve Rogers x Female Reader

Summary: Steve offers to stretch you out after a fight.

Warnings: 18+ Only! Explicit Smut, Nomad Steve, Bearded Steve, Dominant Steve, Sensual Massage, Scolding, Teasing, Dry Humping, Neck Kissing, Vaginal Fingering, Hair Pulling, Finger Sucking, Body Worship

Word Count: 1.3k+

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His hand slides under your shirt near the small of your back, the roughened texture of his fingertips stirring you from your slumber as they press softly against your skin. You can just barely feel the thin cloth of your t-shirt folding in on itself, collecting around his wrist as he smooths his way up your torso, exposing it to the harsh chilly air of your bedroom. He takes his time increasing the pressure on his path as you begin to wake, kneading the muscle that connects your shoulder blade to your spine as you turn your head to face him.

“Mmm,” You hum as your eyelids flutter apart, taking in the blurry image of him behind you as his thumb presses deep into your skin. “That feels good.”

“How many times do I gotta tell you to stretch after a fight?” He adjusts his position on the bed to get closer to you, his hip flush with yours as he moves his other hand to the opposite side of your back.

“At least one more,” you mumble, the pressure he’s putting on your muscles quickly outweighed by the pleasure of release that comes directly after. “I was going to, but I fell asleep.”

“Uh huh,” he teases, biting his lower lip as his hands carefully glide over the back of your neck. He always seems to know exactly where you need him. His thumbs, palms and fingers all magically relieve the tension in your body as they glide across your flesh, sending currents of warmth deep into your neck and shoulders. “Is that why you’re so tight?” He pushes both thumbs up into your hairline as you exhale.

“We’re not all super soldiers, you know.” You let your eyelids fall shut again as he slowly makes his way back down your form, a quiet moan leaving your lips as he nears your hips.

“I would have helped if you’d come to me. Now you’re so stiff, I don’t know if I can fix it.”

He repeats the soothing motion over again, venturing up higher into your scalp with all five of his fingers before traversing all the way across your frame and down to your biceps, straining the tiny threads that hold your shirt together. He can feel your body reacting to him like it always did, the curves of your spine rolling like waves on the ocean, eager to pull him in with the tide as he navigates his palms over the roaring ache of your overworked muscles. He treads new waters each time he passes over you, testing the nerves near your tailbone and hips as they push back against him, begging for more.

“Steve,” you whine, lifting your pelvis as he barely glides his thumbs beneath the hem of your underwear. “Please.” You turn your head just far back enough to make eye contact, locking onto those crystal blues to make sure he sees how serious you are.

“Please, what?” That tiny change of tone in his voice tells you all you need to know about where he’s headed, his soft bedroom whisper now painted with a stern hunter green tambre. He holds your gaze as he increases his pressure in the middle of your glutes, smirking only as your lips turn down in frustration, his hands finding their way up your spine once more.

He knows how to drive you completely crazy, to touch you just enough around each area to get you primed and ready for contact before pulling away and focusing on something else. It was a game the two of you started playing with each other months ago, seeing how long you could last before you broke down and begged for him to touch you where it counts. You could never quite predict when his darker side was going to come out, though; when his teases would turn into taunts, his kisses into bites and his requests into demands. It was cruel yet delicious, the shift seeming to come faster every time the two of you were together, his reserved front falling by the wayside as he took on a slightly more… authoritative role with you behind closed doors.

“Please, I,” you stammer, trying your best not to let the growing moisture between your legs distract you from forming a coherent thought as you keen against his palms. “I umm…”

The mattress creaks beneath him as he moves his hand to your neck, shifting his weight to lean forward with a brisk tug of your hair. “Are you going to ask me for what you want?” He tugs even harder, whispering his question into your ear. “Huh?”

There it is.

Instead of waiting for you to respond, he lifts his leg up to straddle your thighs, a quiet grunt leaving his lips as he exhales.

“Yeah,” you manage to mumble. Your heart pounds in your chest as his hips settle in just below your center, his tight grip in your hair relenting for a split second as he adjusts his point of gravity to his knees. You can smell the remnants of his cologne as the natural scent of his body overpowers it, turning you on even more as he nestles his chin into the nape of your neck.

“I’m waiting.”

FUCK.

“I want you to help stretch me out,” you finally confess, groaning as he pulls on your hair even tighter. “Please,” you add, practically begging. “Please stretch me out, Steve.”

“Yeah? That wasn’t so hard, was it?” He kisses that patch of skin between your ear and hairline, his beard brushing against it as his lips peck down the back of your neck, sending a rush of warmth into your core. “I can do that.”

You gasp as he grinds his hips into your thighs, deepening his kisses the further down he goes until he reaches the collar of your shirt. You can already feel him begin to grow beneath the cloth of his pants as he releases his fist from your hair, finally moving his hands in the direction you’ve been wanting them to go.

You whine in protest as he pulls his mouth off of you, giving himself enough room to take you in as he tugs the delicate cloth of your underwear down just above your thighs. It seems to last forever as he smooths his palms over your freshly exposed skin, sending goosebumps prickling over your cheeks before spreading them apart with his thumbs to get a better view. Your mouth falls open as you feel him slide his fingers down between your cheeks, dipping his index and middle fingers between your folds to collect your arousal.

“You feel that?” He spreads your moisture up and down your length, increasing his pressure every time he glides over your clit before deliberately rubbing his fingertips over it. “You’re already wet.” He leans forward again to make sure that you hear him, sliding those fingers of his deep inside your walls as you clench down around his hand, refusing to let go.

“Am I?” You can barely speak as he feels you from the inside, nearly drawing out all the air from your lungs as he goes deeper into your sex, stretching you out as promised, practically pushing you to the edge.

He guides his digits into you, slowly massaging your internal muscles with unmatched skill until he carefully pulls them out, smearing some of your juices onto your inner thigh. He brushes over your bud again, taking great care to send waves of bliss up into your belly, dozens of them building on top of the next with each stroke until they finally crest over in a torrential tidal wave of ecstasy. You can’t help but cry out as his ministrations sweep you away with the undertow, wreaking havoc on every nerve and muscle in your body as it begins to quake in the all-encompassing current of sheer euphoria.

“Shhh, you’ll wake the neighbors,” he chides, still running his fingers over your delicate flesh as you rattle and hum beneath him, toes curling behind you with each new point of contact he still purposefully makes. “Now,” he smiles coyly, bringing his sopping wet fingers up to his mouth for a taste. “Let’s really stretch you out.”

[metalbvcky]

Listen, beared Steve owns my ass and I am 100% okay with that

[gifsbysimplysonia]

This season of What If has been so effing good.

Fun but still emotionally engaging and I just am quite literally screaming into my pillow about that medieval AU cuz omggggggg.

Did you think about Galadriel, cuz I sure did!!!

WHY IS BEARDED STEVE STILL A SMOKESHOW AS A CARTOON FROM 1602?!?!?

I just....I wanna die.

[darthbloodorange]

A mishap with a magical artefact leaves Captain Rogers and Dr Strange caught centuries in the past. They pose as a Knight and a travelling mage as they try and work out how to return to their proper timeline.

Along their journey, they fall for one another. But that may prove to be the solution to their situation. Love oft can be the answer to ancient mystical artefacts, it seems.

For the: ✦ Steve Rogers Bingo Round 2, prompt: “Time Travel” [D1] (Card: SB2060)

Word count: N/a - Moodboard Title: Caught in the Past Rating: Gen Universe: Marvel Cinematic Universe Pairings: Steve Rogers/Stephen Strange Characters: Steve Rogers, Stephen Strange Warnings: None Major Tags: Time Travel, Medieval Fantasy?, Getting Together, Magical Artefacts, Falling In Love, Knight Steve Rogers, Mage Stephen Strange, Bearded Steve Rogers ~ Summery: A mishap with a magical artefact leaves Captain Rogers and Dr Strange caught centuries in the past. They pose as a Knight and a travelling mage as they try and work out how to return to their proper timeline.

Along their journey, they fall for one another. But that may prove to be the solution to their situation. Love oft can be the answer to ancient mystical artefacts, it seems.

[gifsbysimplysonia]

Always reblog

You can’t convince me that the fab five wouldn’t love Bucky.

meanwhile, Steve…

[pinup-pigeon]

Happy birthday Steve Rogers! 🇺🇸 🥳

(tagged mature just in case)

Watch for the bonus Steve pinup coming soon!

[miss-carter]

CHRIS EVANS as STEVE ROGERS AVENGERS: INFINITY WAR (2018) dir. The Russo Brothers

[gifsbysimplysonia]

Forever and always to Nomad Steve lol

[ivysos2001]

Never forgiving marvel for not giving us a rogue avengers movie bc we didn’t get enough of these three being badasses on the run together

I’m basically imagining catws meets buddy cop movie vibes (with some romanogers thrown in there ofc bc I’ve been rooting for them since 2014)

Like I love this trio sm and this would’ve been such a cool era to see on screen so I’m sad marvel left us almost completely in the dark about it

[chrisevansshield]

Infinity war Steve will forever have my heart 🫶

[silverstcloud-says]

Now that's the good stuff!

steve rogers + dark suits

[visionsofmagic]

day 15: steve rogers [face sitting]

࿓ synopsis • after caps shaves his beard a question pops into your mind – how it would feel to sit on his now clean face?

―❦ nsfw, licking, f!reader, cum, oral > f receiving, choking, pet names, begging, slapping, hair pulling, fingering, ordering, a bit daddy like steve, ‘is all! • 0.9k • CAN IMAGINE NOMAD!STEVE OR TWS!STEVE. we can agree that every version of steve rogers is breathtaking, so, I wanted to write something breathtaking as well, including him. so, enjoy! [kinktober m.]

“you gotta be joking!” you said when you saw his face after he took a shower, went in with a beard, and came back with a clean face – shining in pure attractiveness, mesmerizing you enough that the words came out of you without your control, “I wonder how it will feel sit on your face.”

the next you know is that you are sitting on his face, the way you wanted it to be, as he lies down on the bed, hands gripping your ass, pushing your soaking pussy onto his face further, humming in response whenever he gets the chance to lick you, eat you, bite you – simply tasting you as if you’re the sweetest thing his tongue has ever tried.

“cmon princess,” he says, looking at you from below, eyes sparkling with the delight of seeing you in such a position – breasts bouncing, eyes blurry, mind dizzy, hands on his hair to pull and hold to stay still as you beg for more – close to the edge yet your face is full of heat, eyes avoiding to meet with his blue ones that give you weakness on the knees because of how beautiful he’s looking at you right now. 

he gets that you’re shy – can’t let you go, sit on his face completely and ride him as you get the pleasure your pussy seeks with the help of him and his warm tongue inside your folds. “don’t be shy,” he adds, smiling – ensuring you that it’s okay for you to put pressure on your weight, “sit on my face. you were the one who asked for it, weren’t you?” he teases, earning a low moan – both annoyed and excited tone can be heard.

“steve!”

he chuckles, kissing your inner thighs, looking at your face still in a way that can make you cum without even fucking his mouth. “okay, okay. no teasing. just sit on me doll, I can handle it.”

you know he can handle it! the captain has a strength that makes you a lightweight compared to it, yet, you don’t want to hurt him because you know how much you want to do it – how much you will break and use his mouth without thinking about anything else.

however, your indecision comes to an end when he spanks your ass, making your body jolt to the front, pussy travels on his clean face, earning a louder moan from you. eyes shut, you hold his hair tighter. his fingers join his tongue on your folds, then, slowly, ending your core, burning there. “sit on my face.” he orders, sounding hazardous, bringing his captain persona into the bed – the one you like to have whenever he fucks you good.

breaking into pieces, the last crumbles of dilemma disappear, leaving the lust behind.

looking at his eyes, you sit on his face entirely after saying, “y-yes, captain – ooh – cap!”

he wastes no time when he has you, tongue entering into you deeper, fingers join to it, both go in and out in sync, one after another, leaving you no time to adjust – to relax, no, he wants to make your legs shake, and he successes a few minutes after he continues doing the same thing – pussy is filled – is full with both his fingers and mouth, eyes on you, pride and enjoyment are visible on his face.

moaning his name in repeat, “steve – aggh – oh my! steve, ‘s so good, a – and, ohh, so much!” your hips move on their own, going forth and back on his face, nose touching your pussy too, making the pressure go higher – all the sense of your body appears on your lower part from the abdomen, making you go crazy as eyes roll back – the only thing you want is to cum – right into his open mouth and face, and it’s exactly what steve wants as well.

gripping you from the back of your inner thighs, he makes you sit onto his face further as if it’s possible, fingers leave your abused clit, only tongue remains – effective as ever, it sends pleasure to your body, licking it from the bottom to top, biting the flesh a little.

you – making a mess on him, don’t have no idea you’re coming until you reach the highness and slowly coming to your senses after he commands, “cum onto my face pretty, wanna taste it.”

legs get weaker each passing time because of the exhaustion hitting you, collapsing onto his chest, hands on his shoulders as you breathe deeply. his chest too – rising up and down, rapid breaths, shining lips, half of his face getting dirty with your cum. 

his hands hold you from the waist, raising your body up like its weight means nothing, then, putting you down on his lap after getting up, leaning on the headboard of the bed. pride’s marks on his smiling face as he hugs you from the back, pulling you closer to his chest.

he caresses your face and lets you clean his with the towel you brought before.

“so,” he says, playful tone in his voice, “how it felt?” 

shaking your head, you chuckle, “always such a teaser captain,” putting a kiss on his lips, you wink at him, “it was good.” a total lie – it was magnificent, yet, you decide to tease him, see if he will break and prove himself more – about how he can be the best, not just good. “is that so?” he asks, playing your little game – pushing your body onto your back, he hovers above you, a hand goes to unzip his pants as he looks at you – dominant. “then, let me do my best for my pretty greedy girl.”

❦ tagging: @lilvampirina & @snowprincesa1 & @dookiemeshibear @chloee0x0 *lots of kisses!*

[overevans]

We needed waaaay more of this 🧔

[jamesbukkakebarnes]

idk man i just love the idea of them being all over each other all the time 💝

[twitt3rpate]

okay, but THIS Steve, with BW Natasha. 💋

long-haired bearded steve 🤤