#bottom steve rogers x top male reader

[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.

[l1tw1ck]

thinking about guys and monsters with dicks too big for their own good

guys like: Soap, Ghost, Enji, All Might, Steve Rogers, Thor, Clark Kent, Bruce Wayne, Lucas Lee, Whoever You Want

* i dont really write for COD but the guys in there are HOT

top!masc reader

cw: size difference (smaller reader), smut

a monster with a huge dick made specifically for breeding finding himself laying against the cold stone floor of his cave with his cock slapping against his tummy while you, so much smaller than him, fuck him like he was born to be fucked.

or a strong, athletic guy with a six pack and a long list of suitors who wanna be dicked down by him. he doesn't understand how he ended up this way, how the mouth he used only to speak and bark orders in the bedroom ended up being used to suck your cock. How he ended up as a cocksleeve to the puny little assistant he used to tease all the time. How his long, thick, and veiny cock ended up becoming completely useless. How he ended up whimpering and moaning when you would tease him about it. About how cutely it's flopping around as you fuck him. Or how cute it is to see him humping a pillow with such a huge cock.

no one expected a man who towers over everyone and could easily split a person in half if he wanted to be a submissive little cockslut. It was shocking to see the stark difference in his appearance and personality once the alcohol hit. you never even considered him to be your partner, you thought he preferred to give. but what he really wants is to be used. no one would've ever imagined that he'd be so good at sucking dick. or how amazing he looks when he's in subspace

a monster who's very experienced when it comes to sex but extremely inexperienced when it comes to bottoming. a monster who laughs in your face for even suggesting that you top him. a monster who agrees to let you try, thinking you'd be far too small to make him feel good. a monster who merely chuckles confidently when you tell him it's the 'motion in the ocean' that matters. a monster who eats his words and gets his grin wiped off his face once you start eating him out. a monster who comes just from your tongue in his ass. a monster who begs for you to keep going. a monster who shakes the entire ground and scares off anyone nearby with his moans of pleasure. a monster who wishes his cock wasn't so big so he could see you better. a monster who creates a puddle of his own come thanks to a tiny human

[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.

[samlacy]

Hii, another story, but this one is way shorter since!

Steve rogers x male reader

contains : nsft, soft steve rogers, sad male reader, size difference, insecurities, loving words, marking, not proof read sorry!, soft, fluff

words : 453

TALL BABY

You are Steve's tall baby. Even if Steve rogers was 6'0, you managed to pass him by being 6'4. Not gonna lie, you were pretty insecure about it since the stereotypical bottoms were way shorter than their tops. Whenever you had those thoughts, steve reassured you with those sweet words he would always say, that your height doesn't say how incredable you were to him.

After all, no matter the size difference, he was able to make you feel small under him whenever y'all had the sub/dom play. Sometimes you wondered how you even deserve him? He is so precious and takes care of you so well. The thoughts only killed you more, not only you felt too manly to be a bottom, but also felt so selfish.

Tears were so close to spill out of your eyes, but suddenly a big light flashed your eyes. The door of the dark bedroom opened as the light outside made room in it. A shadow was standing in front, not sure where it looked at.

"God, what are you doing in this pitch black room? Plus.. are you crying?", the voice spoke, it was steve's voice. Smooth and warm. It was straight up caressing your back and played with your hair as it hugged you tightly. That's how Steve's amazing voice felt.

"Huh?", you asked confused, you didn't even realize the tears started spilling out more and more. God you needed him so bad, but felt so selfish. Does he even feel pleasured with you?

Steve comes closer as he settles himself in front of you. He was bending down a little to wipe your tears away and pull your head to his chest. The warmness on your wet cheeks made you feel a little better. A hug. A hug was what you needed the most.

Right after Steve shh'ed you and pulled your lips to his. His tongue was eating your mouth out. The kiss felt so good you, it was almost like you were on cloud nine. His presence, everything is so nice.

A push on the bed was everything you needed to pull yourself back more and lay straight down on the bed. The kiss broke, but instead of it, he lifted your shirt up till your chest hit the cold air and started sucking bruises around your nipples. You moaned and whimpered at the pain.

"I will make you feel so good, darling. Just relax and let me take care of you", the tears felt like spilling again, but you held them back again. He was so sweet. Your bad mood just disappeared in thin air. Now you were focused on his pleasing sucking skills.

And his fucking skills later on.

[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."

nouearth. please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works if you like this story, please reblog and leave a like!

[dangerousstrawberryshark]

Comradery

🇺🇸Pairing(s)🇺🇸→ Pre-Serum Steve Rogers x Buff male reader ⚠CW⚠→ Sub top Steve Rogers, dom bottom male reader, anal rimming, Steve worships your body, he tries not to trigger his asthma, size difference, nipple play, breeding kink, and Steve whines from overstimulation. 🇺🇸Rating🇺🇸→ Explicit 🇺🇸Request🇺🇸→ Yes

🇺🇸Word Count🇺🇸→ 1.5k

🇺🇸Summary🇺🇸→ Steve was depressed after being rejected again by the U.S. Army enlistment. He looked in envy at you, his secret boyfriend. You decided to calm Steve down and alleviate him with sex. 

Read before continuing: IF YOU ARE YOUNGER THAN 18 OR ANY OF THE WARNINGS MAKE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE, DO NOT CONTINUE READING! 

Steve was depressed after being rejected again. The rejections were chewing away at his sanity. He wanted to join the army desperately so he could be with his boyfriend– friend! He wanted to be with his friend while in service. He was mainly denied due to his numerous health complications. 

You were saddened by Steve’s mood and decided to visit him. You sneaked from the base in the middle of the night. It was risky because you could be caught and given severe consequences, such as being court-martialed for desertion. Only commanding officers can grant someone leave, but you decided to take matters into your own hands. 

It was important not to get caught sneaking or worse– being caught having sex with your boyfriend. The practice was heavily illegal across the country and it could have you kicked out of the military. However, that was the least of your concerns. 

That’s what led to the moment now. 

Steve was breathing raggedly as he looked at the sight before him. You were lying on his bed naked, and all the muscles you accumulated during training showed. Your pectorals were large and soft after all those bench presses, incline presses, and push-ups during the rigid training exercises. 

“They’re huge– In a good way! I like them.” Steve stutters as he tries to hide his embarrassment. He lays next to you, his hand reaching out and groping your pectorals. Your breath hitched as you felt him playing with the muscle. Steve was envious but marveled at the way it felt– it was firm yet soft to the touch. 

Steve continues his ministrations. He began groping both pectorals with his hands before moving down to play with your nipples, pinching the small nubs. “F-fuck, Steve…” you moaned as your cock was pointing upwards from your nipples being played with. The blonde man could feel his clothed cock straining against his pants,

You felt shivers going down your spine as Steve took one of your nipples into his mouth. His slick tongue swirled around the nub, his other hand tweaking the other nipple. Steve began rutting against your muscular thigh and you could feel the blonde-haired man’s erection. Despite the size difference, you being much larger than Steve, Steve had a bigger cock. 

“Please don’t stop.” You whimpered as you started thrusting into the air. Your throbbing cock bobbing as it oozes precum from the slit. Steve grinds as he is the only one who can make you like this. This feeling surged through him as he pulled back, a string of saliva connecting his mouth and your nipple. 

Steve was getting hasty as he then buried his head into your neck, sucking and nibbling on the rough skin. His hands returned to pinching and playing with your nipples. He was gently and roughly sucking on your neck. Your moans were music to Steve’s ears as his hands moved further down your chest. 

“You’re so bulky,” Steve says as one of his hands glazes over your chiseled abdominal muscles. He went as far as to knock on your stomach, feeling how rough and hard it felt. You gasped as the blonde-haired man was touching all the right places. His ministrations caused all the stimulation to rush to your brain. 

“H-Hey, calm down. You’re getting too hasty.” You said as you noticed Steve’s breathing was becoming more ragged and you could hear him wheezing. He was so caught up that he didn’t realize he was breathing heavily from going too fast. Steve pulls back as he tries to control his breathing, holding his chest and calming himself down.

“You’re good. Just calm down.” You said as you turned over onto your side with Steve lying on his back. The room was quiet besides the heavy breathing of Steve and your movements as you repositioned to face the blonde-haired man’s pants. 

“Fucking hell…” Steve moans as he restabilizes before looking down to see his pants along with his underwear being pulled off. He groans from the feeling of his aching cock making contact with your cold hands. His eyes roll back as your large and rough hands slowly stroke his cock. 

For someone of Steve’s stature, he had an impressive cock. Looks to be 6.5 inches (16.5 cm) with a good amount of girth. You looked down to see a heavy set of balls, Steve must be pent up. It made sense since you rarely see him due to your military training. 

The blonde-haired man’s chest heaves as he looks to his right, being met with the sight of your muscular ass. He couldn’t help himself, reaching out and touching it. Your buttocks felt similar to your pectorals, firm but soft. 

Steve takes a big gulp of air as he feels your soft mouth wrapped around his cock. His hand squeezes your muscular ass as you sucked on his cock. He starts whining and whimpering from the warm and wet sensation. The blonde-haired man even started thrusting into your mouth, grinning at the sounds of you gagging and wet slobbering.

You change positions again, 69 position. Steve’s big cock in your mouth with your ass in Steve’s face. Steve was shocked momentarily before he grabbed onto your hips and pulled you closer to him. Like the munch, the blonde-haired man is, he began worshipping your ass. You made sure to arch your back to let Steve get more. 

Steve began kneading the flesh of your ass with both hands. As he did that, he began licking stripes against your puckering hole. His wet appendage glides against the tight ring of muscle as he squeezes your fat ass. A trail of saliva coats your crack as Steve completely buries himself between the two mounds. 

The blonde-haired man’s ministrations motivated you to suck him faster, bobbing your head up and down Steve’s large cock and fondling the set of heavy balls. You pulled back with a loud pop, breathing heavily as you looked to see Steve’s throbbing cock coated with saliva. After recovering for a few moments, you went back to deepthroating. 

Both of your sounds were muffled by each other. Steve’s moans and whimpers were muffled by your ass while you were with his cock. You then felt the blonde-haired man wrapping his hand around your cock, stroking it while eating you out. 

Your moans sent a tingling feeling through Steve as his cock responded by gushing copious amounts of precum into your mouth. The blonde-haired man strokes your cock faster, his thumb smearing and lathering your cock with precum. Your balls tightened as it was ready to spurt its load, but you didn’t want that. 

“I want you inside me.” You said without shame in your voice. You repositioned for a final time, now face-to-face with Steve. The blonde-haired man groans as he feels your complete weight on his frail body. Your thick thighs were on both sides of his as you positioned his aching cock at your entrance. 

The room was filled with sounds of moans and groans as you ground yourself on Steve’s large cock. You bite your lips as Steve’s cock pushes to the hilt. The cockhead pressing directly against your prostate. “You feel so good inside me…” you moan, there were a few minutes of silence as you waited for Steve to control his breathing.

After a few minutes, you started moving. Bouncing on Steve’s cock, the sounds of skin-slapping echoed through the room. It has been forever since Steve has been inside you, the warmth and tightness of your ass hugging his cock was too much.

Steve lets out a loud groan as his balls tighten before spurting thick loads of cum into your ass. You were shocked and surprised by how much cum was flooding inside. It feels hot and thick as it paints your velvety walls. “S-sorry for cumming early…” Steve said as he was embarrassed for cumming early. 

“It's okay, baby,” you said, collapsing beside Steve and stroking your cock. It didn’t take long before your load spurted on your muscular chest. Breathing was heavy between you two, the room smelt like sweat, musk, and sex. You could feel Steve’s hot thick cum oozing out your hole.

“I love you, Steve.”... “I love you too.”

XXX

Steve woke up to you no longer being beside him. You returned to the base before he woke up. He sighs before falling back asleep. ‘Curse this… curse my fucking life.’ He had to get up though since he was going to the Stark Expo with Bucky later in the day. 

This one decision would change everything for him. 

THE END

A/n: Hello, my strawberries! I hope this was good! I need to watch the Marvel movies so I can better understand. Does this fic follow the timeline of the MCU? Probably not. Will there be a part two? I dont know…

Anyways, very special thanks to my proofreader, @sagethgaywitch

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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.

[daydaydayrk420]

i love what u did with the request can we get a part 2 of “fucking is better then fighting” where they actually fuck

thank you

Fucking is better than fighting pt2

Bucky Barnes X Male reader X Steve Rogers

Pt1

⚠️ threesome, bottom Steve, switch Bucky, top male reader, fingering, creampie ⚠️

🚨 Minors and girls do not interact 🚨

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It's been about a month since the incident in Romania. Y/n, Bucky, and Steve have become a poly couple. Even though the boys still fight for y/n's praise, it's peaceful.

They've been to some dates and slept in the same bed multiple times. Mostly when Bucky can't sleep after nightmares.

Steve planned a week-long break for the three of them. Sure it's just been a month of dating but it was still a long and rough year. They've had multiple hydra missions that failed and it was starting to get to Steve's head. Y/n suggested a vacation but he didn't think Steve would agree.

So now they're in a private jet (that Tony lent) on their way to New Zealand. Why New Zealand? Because y/n and Steve want to surprise Bucky with a visit to Hobbiton in Waikato.

Bucky is sound asleep in his seat. There's 40s music playing in the background. Steve is teaching y/n how to play chess cause why not? They're bored anyway and might as well do something with it.

Why is there a chessboard in the jet? They don't know, but they found it lying about.

They're halfway to London. Y/n still doesn't comprehend chess and Bucky is still asleep. Steve starts to get bored again. He watches as y/n stares at the chessboard. Steve knows that the other man isn't actually thinking and is probably just zoned out.

And he'll stay like that until Steve snaps him out of it. Which he doesn't do. The blond man leans back in his seat and looks at his two lovers. One was asleep, and one zoned out. How fun.

Suddenly Steve gets an idea. He quietly and slowly makes his way to sit next to Y/n without snapping him out of his zoned-out trans. He slowly leans in and kisses y/n neck. The said man jumps with surprise and looks at Steve who only smiles in return.

Y/n relaxes again and leans back in his seat. Steve though, he's not done. He leans in again and kisses the smaller man's neck. Y/n groans and leans his head back to have Steve mote access.

Bucky continues to sleep. The 40s music calmed his mind and distracted it from his lovers.

Steve's hand starts to get adventurous. It runs down y/n's chest and towards his belt. Y/n gives a soft chuckle. Since Steve gave him the first blowjob in Romania he's been more bold and cocky with his moves. He also doesn't beat around the bush and goes right for what he wants.

He's quick with the belt. Then the button and zip. His hand is in Y/n's underwear within seconds, and he wraps his arms around the heavy prize. Y/n moans and thrusts his hips up. The blond man smirks and marks the smaller man's neck.

Steve pulls y/n's dick out and teases it with his fingertips. Y/n moans. "Don't tease me, Steve." He grunts and gets comfortable. The blond man chuckles and leans down to take y/n into his mouth. Said the man, gasping, and grabbed Steve's hair. He wants to stay quiet so Bucky can get his sleep.

Steve doesn't wait and starts bobbing his head. His eyes close as he enjoys the feeling of y/n's weight on his tongue. He has to be honest. He has started to get addicted to the weight. And the taste. Especially y/n's.

Y/n covers his hand to muffle his moans. Steve hollows his cheeks and takes it all in. He repeats that action multiple times until he's forced to swallow every drop of y/n's cum. In return, y/n caresses his hair and praises Steve for doing so well.

After a few more hours they land and head for their hotel.

Even though Bucky slept in the jet he joins the boys in the bed. Steve and y/n are passed out almost instantly when their heads hit the pillows. Bucky is left alone but he doesn't mind he'll just read something.

He brought some books with him for him and Steve. But Natasha gifted him one so he decided to read that one now. Halfway through the book he realised it's a romance book. And yes you guessed it. He realised because currently he's reading smut. Isn't he relatable.

But the problem is. He got hard. And he's filled with lust.

He looks at the two men sleeping like they're dead. A little touch won't hurt. Right?

Bucky sets to book aside and strips himself. The moment his boxers hit the floor he reaches for his bag and takes out lube. He lubes up his metal fingers and starts to stretch himself. The moment he starts to moan he uses his flesh hand to muffle them.

The cold metal works wonders inside him. Especially when he finds that bundle of muscle that makes him whimper loudly. Steve is the first one to wake up. He rubs his eyes and looks around. He sees y/n still asleep at one side of the bed. And Bucky fucking himself with his fingers on the other.

The blond man freezes as he tries to figure out if it's his imagination or not. Bucky looks at him with a pout. "I'm so sorry. M'sorry I woke you up..." The metal armed man whispered with a whine.

Steve snaps out of it and gets on top of Bucky. "It's alright buck." He murmured and leaned down to kiss Bucky to muffle his moans. With one hand he pulls himself out of his pants and presses against Bucky.

The ex assassin uses his flesh arm to hold onto Cap's hair. They grind each other's cocks together as Steve replaces Bucky's fingers with his. Bucky then uses his metal fingers to finger Steve. Said man gasps in surprise as a cold metal digit enters him. But he doesn't protest.

They finger one another and grind each other's cocks together. They're so lost in pleasure and the moment that they don't notice how loud they are.

They also don't notice that y/n is laying on his side, stroking his cock as he watches them.

"Steve I need more." Bucky whines. The problem is Steve isn't a top. And he knows Bucky wants to be stuffed. "Make some room and I'll give you more." Both super soldiers jump in surprise when they hear the low rumbling voice from beside them.

They look at y/n with surprise to see him awake. They suddenly get filled with shame. Both of them seem to share brain cells as they react at the same time. Both of the pout and look down. "We're sorry we woke you up..."

"it's alright boys. It's not a bad sight to wake up to." Y/n hummed and kissed Steve's shoulder. "Now move, I have someone to take care of." Y/n ordered and Steve pouted but still moved aside. Y/n's takes his spot over Bucky and grabs the lube. "No need to prep you anymore eh?" Y/n teased.

Bucky only spread his legs further. He whines with impatience. "Alright alright. Calm down pup." Y/n chuckles and lines up. They both moan when y/n pushes in. The metal armed man bites his lip and pushes down to take it deeper.

"So impatient." Y/n teased. He started to slowly move in and out to let Bucky adjust. Steve, on the other hand, kissed Bucky's body, wanting to be a part of this, too. Y/n hums and picks up his pace.

Bucky whines and grips into anything he can. The sheets. Steve's hair. Y/n's arm. Anything.

Y/n runs one hand down Steve's back until he reaches his ass. Steve moans and pushes back against the younger man's hand. Y/n pushes two fingers in and fingers Steve at the same pace he's thrusting into Bucky.

They're both whining and whimpering. Steve has enough control to move and straddle Bucky's hips so he's open for y/n and can kiss Bucky at the same time. Their hands are all over each other while y/n leans back and admires the view.

His fingers buried in Steve, his cock buried in Bucky, them making out like their lives dependent on it, and their hands touching every inch of skin they can reach. Y/n's favorite part, though, is the way they're whining like needy dogs.

"You two look so good like this." Y/n murmurs and kisses Steve's back. The super soldiers whine. Y/n uses his thumb to part Steve's cheeks to look at his puffy hole. "Your ass looks hungry." He teased.

"Maybe Bucky could feed it?" Y/n hummed and grabbed Bucky's dick and tapped Steve's hole with the tip. Both of the super soldiers gasp. Steve pushes back wanting to be filled with anything he can get.

Buy y/n stops him. "Ah ah ah. Ask Bucky first." Steve whines but looks at Bucky with a pout. "Please, please, please, Bucky, please, can I ride you?" He begged with a whine. Bucky shivers and nods eagerly.

Y/n helps Bucky sink and holds him against his chest. "Look at you two. So good for me." Y/n praised. Steve started to bounce without hesitation. The super soldiers have never been so loud before.

Both of them are whining and whimpering. Bucky especially. But can you blame that man? He's being fucked and ridden at the same time. Of course he's overwhelmed. Poor thing.

Y/n speeds up. So does Steve. And Bucky crumbles. It's all too much that he can't hold back and spills into Steve. Steve whines and leans back against y/n. The blond man gives a few more rolls with his hips and spills over his belly.

Y/n is the last one to cum. He's too focused on the way the two spent men look to notice his hips stuttering. That's until his climax shoots through his body and he fills Bucky up. Steve collapses on top of Bucky and y/n rolls to the side. All three of them pant and catch their breaths.

They don't bother with cleaning up because they can barely move. So they just all snuggled together and went to sleep.

Bonus:

Bucky's eyes are tied while Steve and y/n hold his hands. "Guys where are we seriously. I'm starting to grow a panic attack from this blindfold." They all knew Bucky couldn't keep something on his face for too long because it reminded him of hydra.

"It's alright Bucky just two more minutes okay?" Y/n comforted him and rested a hand on his lower back. Bucky nods and keeps his focus on his breathing.

Eventually they stop. "Are we there?" Bucky asks hoping he can take off the blindfold. But Steve does it for him. He gently unties the knot.

It takes some time for Bucky to adjust to the sunlight, but the moment his eyes focus on what's in front of him, he jumps at y/n and hugs him tightly. Steve and y/n laugh, and y/n kisses the ex-assassin. "Surprise" he joked.

Bucky then thanked Steve the same way before he pulled them towards the hobbit hole so he could look around and live through what his favourite book wrote about. He was like a child in Disneyland that day.

And y/n and Steve knew they'd do anything to see that smile again.

[gummydummy19]

A White Christmas

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Male Reader

Summary: You and your boyfriend Steve have the tower to yourself this Christmas :))

Content Warnings: Smut (handjob, use of toys, cum eating, anal, top M reader, bottom Steve Rogers, slight degradation, daddy kink...), fluff, horrible Christmas puns :))

A/N: @sozombiearcade thank you so much for this lovely Christmas request and for being so patient with me <3, I hope you enjoy it. Merry Christmas everyone!!xxx

Word Count: 1860+

The streets of New York were packed. People desperately scattered around trying to find a last-minute Christmas present. It was absolutely freezing, or at least that's what it looked like. You were nice and warm up in Stark Tower, with a book on your lap.

You smiled to yourself as you glanced over to the big, beautiful Christmas tree, the neatly wrapped present you bought your boyfriend immediately catching your eye.

The Tower is quiet, aside from your Christmas playlist you have on repeat. Thor and Loki went back to Asgard, Nat and Bruce went over to Clint and his family during the Holidays, Sam invited Bucky to join him and his sister for Christmas dinner and Tony took Pepper skiing in Aspen. Leaving you and your boyfriend Steve alone in the Tower, which you had decorated excessively.

The smell of gingerbread slowly invades your senses and you hear Steve hum along with "Jingle Bells" from the kitchen. Sadly, his happy humming stops and gets replaced by an upset whine and a naughty word or two.

'Language!', you yell with a grin, but when you don't hear a reply, you decide to put your book aside and make your way to the kitchen.

'Stevie, everything okay?' you ask as you stick your head through the doorframe. Steve is looking down at his tray of freshly baked cookies with a defeated look.

"What's wrong, honey? They look great!" you ask as you walk closer.

"I forgot to buy icing." The look on his face breaks your heart, but admittedly the little pout on his face is quite adorable. Truth be told, he has been looking insanely good all day.

Steve is not only an attractive man, he also cares a lot about hygiene. Back in the 40s he didn't have all the luxuries he has today, and when he goes on missions he sometimes can't shower or shave for weeks. So when he's home, he showers and shaves every single morning after his run. He hates body hair, so he was always perfectly sleek...everywhere.

"Oh Stevie, that's okay...they still look good without the icing," you reassure him, looking down at the gingerbread men.

"They look naked." he points out with a frown on his face.

You grin, pulling Steve closer and pressing a sweet kiss on his neck. "I do love my men naked..." you mumble as you nibble on his ear, hoping to cheer him up a little.

Unfortunately, the defeated look on Steve's face didn't go away that easily. "Aw, Stevie..." you cooed, wrapping your arms around him, "you know I hate to see you sad," your lips found his neck again while your arms squeezed him tighter to your chest.

Steve's breath hitched when you found his sweet spot, nibbling on it while your hands gently grabbed his hips, pulling his ass flush against your hardening cock. His hands grabbed the counter for balance as he whined, feeling your bulge grind against his ass.

"I'm sure we can figure something out...let me turn that frown upside down, baby, hmm?"

"Yes, daddy", Steve moaned obediently.

"Wanna touch daddy's cock? Hmm? Would that make you happy? Wanna jerk me off, baby?", you teased.

"Yes, daddy..." he whined.

"Ask daddy nicely, baby,"

"Please, daddy, please," he bucked his hips forward.

"Please, what?" you taunted.

"Please can I touch you, daddy, can I jerk you off, please..." he begged.

"Good boy...of course baby, c'mere," you packed up a little, allowing Steve to turn around. He immediately dropped to his knees and pulled down your sweats, noticing that you were already rock-hard.

"What a slutty boy..." you groaned, spitting in your hand before reaching down to stroke your hard cock.

You groaned at the feeling, letting your eyes fall shut for a second until you heard Steve whine impatiently.

You looked down at him, "Touch daddy's cock, Stevie", you commanded and he immediately did as he was told, squeezing your dick tightly as he stroked it up and down before twisting his first over your tip.

As you felt yourself creep closer to the edge, the tray of cookies caught your eye. You reached over, pulling it closer while Steve sped up his movements around your throbbing cock.

"That's it, baby...be a good boy and make daddy cum."

It only took a couple more strokes until you fell over the edge with a loud groan. Your body shook a little as you tried your best to aim for the platter, covering the gingerbread men with your sticky, white cum.

"Fuck, Steve...", you couldn't help but groan, "good fucking boy..."

You pulled him up against you, fumbling to pull your sweatpants up in the meantime. You let him drop his head on your shoulder as you did the same. Your mouth found the pulse point on his neck, feeling his rapid heartbeat against your lips.

You looked at the counter, observing the wonderful mess you had made. "Look at that, Stevie...your gingerbread men aren't so naked anymore", you grinned, picking up one of the cookies that was covered in cum and bringing it to his mouth. He took a large bite, savoring your familiar taste.

"Delicious...", he hummed, looking at you in adoration. You couldn't help but pull him in for a passionate kiss, tasting the sweetness of his cookies and the saltiness of your...icing.

"I think you deserve to open one of your Christmas presents early, what do you think?"

"Yeah?", he blushed and you nodded, taking his hand and pulling him to the living room.

"Say, Stevie, have you been naughty or nice this year?" you smirked and you pushed your boyfriend back on the couch.

"Is that a trick question?" he grinned, making you smile.

"Hmm," you couldn't help but kiss him again before getting up and grabbing a neatly wrapped box from under the tree.

"Naughty and/or nice, you've definitely been my good boy this year", you praised.

Steve gently ripped open the packaging, his cheeks tinting red again as he saw what you had gifted him. It was a navy blue, vibrating stroker.

"Do you like it?", you asked, grinning when Steve nodded franticly.

"Wanna try it?", you asked, trying to contain the twinkle in your eyes.

He nodded again, this time a bit more shy.

"You want uh...do you wanna...or...you want me to...uhm...", he stuttered, making you chuckle before leaning in closer.

"I wanna use it on you, Stevie, if that's okay?"

"Y-yeah, yes, absolutely."

His enthusiasm alone made your cock stir again.

"That's my good boy," you mumbled against his lips, "take off your pants and play with yourself while I go get the lube,"

Steve's pants hit the floor before you even made it out of the living room. When you got back, merely a couple seconds later, you found him panting on the couch with his cock in his hand.

"Merry Christmas indeed," you stated, dropping down next to him. Your hand quickly took over from his, pumping him a couple times until he was a moaning mess.

"Turn around", you commanded and he obeyed immediately, giving you a clear view of his shaven asshole.

"Fuck, you know, I hate it when they call this America's ass. This is my ass, all mine," you grumbled, giving his cheek a good squeeze followed by a light smack.

"Ah...yes, daddy, all yours, please touch me, daddy", he pleaded.

"Yeah? Want me to touch you? Want daddy to fill your stocking, hm?"

Steve couldn't help but giggle a little at your awful pun, earning him another spank.

"Shut up," you chuckled, before reaching to grab the lube and applying a good amount on his bare hole and your fingers.

Steve moaned loudly as you slid a finger inside, prepping him for your hardening cock. You slowly worked him open, adding another finger while your other hand gently traced his skin.

"Ready for my cock, Stevie?" you questioned after a couple minutes, noticing he was getting harder and more desperate.

"Yes, please...please"

You used some more lube to cover your cock, stroking it a few times before pressing it to Steve's hole. Slowly but steadily you slid inside him. Both of you let out a string of whines and groans, your hands holding onto his hips as you fucked him slowly from behind.

You gave him some time to adjust before you grabbed the toy, adding a little bit of lube to that as well.

"C'mere, Stevie, lean up a bit...like this", you gently grabbed his shoulder, making him lean his back against your chest so you had easier access to his smoothly-shaven cock. The toy slid over him with ease.

"Oh shit, daddy!" he moaned when you turned up the vibrations, stroking the toy while starting to fuck into him again.

"Fuck, baby, doing so good, my good boy", you praised as you picked up the pace, positively destroying his asshole.

Your free hand roamed over his strong, hairless chest, pinching his nipple in the process.

"Ah, f-fuck..." he stuttered, his head lulling back against your shoulder.

you chuckled, "You like it when I play with your nipples, hmm? Such a desperate little slut...look at you, I've only just started and your cock is already leaking", you taunted, feeling the sticky drops land on your fingers.

"Please, daddy...fuck, that feels so good..."

That was your cue to turn up the vibrations, making Steve keen in pleasure. His hands for your arms, trying to keep himself grounded.

You angled your hips up a little, hitting his spot perfectly.

"Fuuucckk, daddy, right there! Please please please can I cum? Can I cum please m'so close...", he begged, tears welling in his eyes.

"Cum for me you fucking slut, cum for me while I fuck your ass."

And he did. Hard.

Steve's cum shot out of his dick in thick ropes, covering his own stomach and chest.

You fucked him roughly through his high, before discarding the toy and pulling out of him.

"Turn around!" you roared, as you jerked yourself off at a fast pace, ready to tumble over the edge.

Steve clumsily dropped to his knees, just in time to catch the hot spurts of cum all over his face.

You yelled out his name, screwing your eyes shut as pleasure consumed you.

"Fucking hell..." you huffed out. Your eyes fluttered open and you were met with an absolutely ruined Steve, leaning exhausted against the couch, covered in both your and his own cum.

You dropped down beside him, pulling him close. "You did so good for me, you're so hot, so perfect...", you mumbled, trying to bring him back down to earth with sweet words and gentle kisses.

"You okay?", you asked, taking in his fucked out look.

"Hmm", was all he could muster, looking at you with a dopey grin plastered all over his face.

"Looks like you got a white Christmas this year, huh?", you grinned.

"Oh, shut up", he chuckled, playfully hitting your shoulder.

The two of you cuddled for a while after that, before taking a nice hot shower together. Though in hindsight, that might have been a bit pointless, since Steve still had to give you his gift too....

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[starboye]

Could you update this? Like, did you get new requests afterwards?

https://www.tumblr.com/starboye/758197508073832448/hi-i-noticed-you-mentioned-having-a-lot-of-fic?source=share

these are really the only new ones

1.

pairing: tyler owens x male reader

summary: riding tyler after a hard day of chasing storms

2.

pairing: clark kent x male reader

request: Could you write a tom welling/clark kent fic from smallville where you give him a blow job and edge him til he cums in your mouth and then he fucks you

3.

pairing: jude bellingham x male reader

request: jude is the star of real madrid (duh) and maybe male reader for barca and readers team wins against madrid and reader starts acting like he’s better than jude so jude puts him in his place and fucks him so rough and degrading until reader knows that he’s his bitch

4.

pairing: prince ben x male reader x harry hook

request: hey can you do a ben x harry hook x male reader where they Both fuck you but harry is really rough while ben is gentle. and harry is very kinky with pet names and stuff

5.

pairing: armie hammer x male reader

request: Reader is filming call me by your name with armie… they get horny while rehearsing their lines and armie fucks reader in their hotel room, reader rides armie

6.

pairing: tom welling x male reader

request: i was wondering if U can write young!tom welling x male reader where reader is a famous actor as well and him and tom are hooking up secretly. in an interview, reader makes a joke about brad pitt being his celeb crush and tom gets super mad and when reader goes to see him tom punishes him very rough and degrading until he can’t even walk

7.

pairing: bill skarsgård x male reader

request: If you’re taking request, can you please make a top Bill Skarsgård x bttm reader smut where Bill has an affair with the reader and he performs oral sex which leads to them fucking in the suspended congress position

8.

pairing: thomas doherty x male reader

request: thomas doherty telling his tired black!reader bf to ride him while he takes an important phone call and whenever he stopped thomas mutes the phone to spank him

9.

pairing: chace crawford x male reader

request: Chace crawford and reader have sex in a dressing room during a break in the filming of a movie they are going to make together

10.

pairing: thomas doherty x male reader x milo manheim

request: Could I request a dom top Thomas Doherty threesome with bottom male reader and Dom top whatever male celebrity you choose reader and Thomas are married and it's Thomas's birthday and reader wakes him up with a b****** in bed and Thomas using the Readers mouth until he cums and then Reader dressed in a sexy outfit they talked about having a threesome reader invites male celebrity friend of Thomas and then Thomas watches as the reader start to worshiping and giving a blowjob to the male celebrity you choose and both just f****** reader filling him up all day into the night taking turns double penetration spit roasting cum kink daddy kink calling reader a good little slut with fluff at the end with them all just cuddling in bed if that's okay

11.

pairing: montgomery de la cruz x male reader x winston williams

request: Hello was wondering if you could write a Monty x winston x male reader smut threesome with Monty resting out a cabin in the woods for his boyfriends they are both from 13 reasons why btw

12.

pairing: jake and rich x male reader x malik delgaty

request: I would love to see these characters in combination with Body Worshipping, Armpit, Scent, Dom/Sub, Double Penetration, and Spit; in addition to those, you can add whatever you Like.

13.

pairing: steve rogers x bucky barnes x male reader x thor odinson x peter parker

request: Steve rogers,Bucky Barnes, Thor, and Peter Parker tag teaming magical fem boy male reader avenger until he gets filled up with all their cum all night long; which leads to reader being knock up with quadruples through magic with each one being the father for a different child.😂😂😂

14.

pairing: harry potter x male reader

request: Harry Potter (Daniel radicliffe with his current buff self) ditching Ginny and marrying the hot American fem boy reader wizard with the big booty, which he meets at the ministry of magic; due to the male reader working as a foreign correspondent for the magical government in America. Which leads to Harry pounding his tight fat butt till the reader gets pregnant through magic for their honeymoon. Harry never returns to magical britian or talks to past friends because he is enjoying his time with his sexy fem boy and growing family.

15.

pairing: megumi fushiguro x male reader x gojo satoru

request: cuck!Megumi (+18, obviously) who loves watching his twink boyfriend get fucked by other men. This time it's his teacher's turn, Satoru (again). could you make it mention that y/n was previously fucked by toji, nanami, yuji, toge and even naoya? Megumi is happy to have another video for his collection.

16.

pairing: xolo maridueña x male reader

request: could you write a fic with them being boyfriends and xolo and reader find a secret spot near a waterfall and it lead to them having g teh whole day swimming and and later in the afternoon noon they are having sex:)

17.

pairing: noah centineo x male reader

request: Can I request a dom top Noah centineo and a big booty bottom male reader reader and Noah are dating and comes back from filming a movie catches the reader walking around naked and shows him down onto the kitchen table and just starts eating the reader out and reader cums without touching himself then they go to the bedroom and the reader just starts worshiping Noah's delicious muscular hairy body and Noah grabs reader by the hair and just starts face fucking him till he comes and then flips the reader on his hands and knees and just starts fucking him rough and hard with the reader screaming Daddy until Noah breaks the bed and cums fills the reader up and then them cuddling after and joking about how they have to buy another bed again if that's okay please and thank you

18.

pairing: jacob elordi x male reader x tom holland

request: I'm a manwhore for Jacob Elordi and Tom Holland being possessive over male reader whenever he talks to another guy whether he's just being friendly in general and the two of them just fuck and tease male reader whenever they get a chance and male reader calling them daddy(btw love your work!)

19.

pairing: winx club guys x male reader

request: Hey! I have an idea! Could you write scenarios with the Winx Club guys (animated) using the weekdays? You as their whore.

20.

pairing: terry mcginnis x male reader

request: Write something with Terry McGinnis (Batman Beyond)? I think he is sooo hot. He comes home late after fighting crime and finds his boyfriend sleeping naked, so he eats his ass until he wakes up and then fucks him. With aftercare, please!!

21.

pairing: hyo-jong x male reader

request: e'dawn where they make their first sextape. reader is very shy and he's not very sure about this, but hyo-jong (dawn's real name), who is very excited about this, comforts him and tells him that everything will be fine. since reader is still nervous, hyo-jong comes to the conclusion that he should fuck him until he is completely dumb.

22.

pairing: joe burrow x male reader

request: Heyyy! I love the stuff you write!! Could you write a Joe burrow x male reader smut?? I’ve been obsessed with this man. I don’t have a plot, but maybe after a game?? Thank you so much!!

23.

pairing: robby keene x male reader

request: maybe reader beats him in like a fight or something idk and robby has to remind him his place and whos really in control cus reader gets tooo cocky

[itsanerdlife]

Wicked Intentions 20

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Stark!Reader // (Seriously close) Steve Rogers x Reader // Clint Barton x Reader // T’Challa x Reader.

Warning: Violence. Language. Bullying. Girl Fights. Name Calling. Degrading Comments. Angst. Degrade of Woman (to a point). Criminal Life. Illegal Shit. Fights. Alpha Males. Stalking.

A/N: This is a Bully Romance. High School setting. Mafia Family Life. Woman are on a lower level than males in their world. Just a heads up. This is the third installment of the series. Bad Intentions, Cruel Intentions, and Wicked Intentions.

Credit: Huge shout out to @ml7010 for all the help, pushing, hyping up, putting up with my changes midway through. If it wasn't for this peach, y'all never would have gotten this series or nearly as far as I am now.

Coming down the stairs of the loft, he looks around, living room and kitchen empty. The bathroom door open and is dark. He glances over at the balcony door, cracked open, the soft lights on the railing are on. He moves towards it, pulling the door open, smell of smoke hits instantly.

She’s curled up in one chair on the balcony, feet tucked under her, cigarette between her fingers. Not something she does often, but something she picked up during their breakup. Her messy hair tied up in a ball on the top of her head. Wearing his T-shirt drowning her frame.

“Yeah?” he asks, sitting down in the chair beside her. She looks over, sighing softly. Handing over the smoke to him.

“Yeah.” She rolls her eyes.

“Explain it to me.” He takes a pull from the smoke, watching her. Her head tips, staring out at the night ahead of them. He shifts to watch her. Licking her lips slowly, she pulls her bottom lip in.

“Would you run away with me James?” Brown eyes fall back to him, watching him.

His brow pulls in before he chuckles. “Oh yeah, let’s just pack the car and go.” Shaking his head at her.

Her head tips watching him now. Something about the way she stares at him, makes his heart sink. “You’re not kidding.” He nods, taking another pull off the smoke.

She looks away, brushing a loose strand of hair from her eyes. “We could you know. Run away. Go somewhere else, anywhere else. Be anyone we want to be. We don’t have to be criminals.” She whispers softly.

Nodding slowly, he takes a pull once more, before reaching forward, two fingers under her chin, turning her head back to him.

“Yeah, we could.” She blinks in surprise. “We could run, sure. I could get a factory job, you could work in some hole in the wall as a server or be a stay at home mom.” He agrees. “But that won’t ever stop us from being criminals. But it will come with a lot more jail time, a lot more cops involved. First person you punch for looking at you, you’re doing jail time.” He nods slowly.

She sucks in a breath, looking defeated.

“Besides, you’d never leave your girls. You’d never walk away from your brothers. The first time something goes wrong. Someone touches Becca, a rumor about Gwen and you’re right back here.” He points down, smoke still between his fingers.

“What do we do, Bucky?” For the first time, fear flashes in her brown eyes. “We think it was bad this time for Howie and Becca’s wedding. I can’t sleep knowing worse is coming for ours.”

“There is no hell that can take you from me.” He assures her.

“Let’s get married.” She whispers, his eyes get wide for a moment.

“Chaos we are.” He shakes his head.

“Now. Not later. No big wedding. Not for show. Marry me, now, before anyone can take you from me, or me from you.” She pleads. Her eyes growing red at the edges, glassy with unshed tears.

Flicking the smoke over the balcony he shifts, moving closer to her. His hands on the sides of her face, holding her to him.

“Nobody, Y/N Stark will take you from me. Do you understand me? No fucking one will ever take you from me. Don’t you ever think like that again.” He murmurs harshly between them. “You want to get married, just us, you got it. I was never marrying you for show. I told you from the beginning, you are mine, you’ll always be mine. This lifetime, the next and I’ll put down anyone who thinks they can have you.”

Her eyes squeeze closed, tears slip slowly from the corners. He brushes them away with his thumbs, kissing her forehead.

“You want to elope?” He mumbles against her skin.

“Please?” Her hands grip the front of his shirt.

Pulling her into him, shifting her so she’s in his lap, curling into him.

“Alright, we’ll wake my parents.” He nods, kissing the top of her head, holding her tightly.

---------

Winni is hurrying to open the door for my own parents. George is seated on the couch across from us. I can hear my parents before I see them.

“Y/N Stark,” my mother’s stern tone greets me.

I cringe hard.

“you better not be pregnant already.” Bucky slightly shifts, putting a little distance between us on the couch we’re seated on.

“Christ mom.” I groan, dropping my head back into the couch cushion.

“It’s three in the morning, Y/N.” She huffs at me, taking a seat. I see Winni holding the cross necklace she wears, muttering to herself.

Bucky groans, looking away from his mother as well.

“Is she,” I blink at him.

“Praying.” He mumbles, dragging his hands over his face.

My mouth pulls down as I nod.

“Oof.”

“What’s going on, Miss.” My father settles back.

Taking a deep breathe, I look at Bucky before we look at our parents.

“We want to get married.” I nod.

Our mothers exchange a look, confusion on all their faces.

“I’m confused.” Winni holds up a hand, taking a seat next to her husband.

“We know we’re getting married. In weeks’ time.” Bucky explains.

“We don’t want to wait.” I blurt out. Bucky grabs my hand, squeezing tight.

It’s silent for a moment.

“We have traditions Y/N.” My mother sighs.

My shoulders drop, Bucky rolls his eyes. Irritation fills my belly.

“Fuck tradition.” I snap. Startling the room. “You talk tradition, I don’t have a dick! I’m heading the table, and I don’t have a dick! Tradition, mom, fuck that. I am nothing close to traditional. I stabbed a man at Howie’s wedding today!” Throwing my free hand up, shaking my head.

“Miss.” My father starts.

“No daddy! You want tradition, than Bucky takes over, I’m just a wife.” Throwing my hand up again, dropping back against the couch. “I’m going to shop and have babies and lots of hair appointments and brunch with boring bitches married to the table.” I sass.

“Tony,” George sighs “they have a point.”

“Eddie wants her, I’ll be dead before he has her.” Bucky watches my father.

“But we’ve been planning a wedding.” My mother huffs at her husband. “Sent out invites.”

“To all the people that watched her stab someone today.” My father replies.

My mothers mouth puckers.

“You understand what this means, Y/N?” George watches me for a moment.

Glancing at Bucky he nods. I nod slowly.

“My father steps down and I take over completely.”

Our fathers nod in agreement.

“I understand.” I nod.

“Tony.” My mother blinks wide eyes.

“We broke traditions when we had a girl, when we let her decide what she wanted to be. When we decided to have her take over. When we let her pick her own husband, Pepper. She’s right, fuck tradition.” He sighs, shaking his head.

“What if they don’t give up getting married, or having a wedding?” Winni speaks up. “What if we have a secret, in the dark wedding?” She offers.

The room exchanges a look.

“What do you mean?” Buck asks.

“Tomorrow night, after midnight. In the dark, speak of no word of it. You get married in the garden here?” She points to the side of the house. “Very, very small. Just this family. The garden walls are high enough no one would be able to stumble upon us. You’d still have a wedding, but for only yourselves.” She shrugs.

“Your father could still give you away. We could be apart of it. Your girls. Your brothers.” My mother adds in.

Looking at Bucky he nods, agreeing. Nodding in return, he smiles at me.

“One night.” He assures me.

“One night.” Agreeing with him.

“Nobody speak of this. If anyone asks.” My mother stands, trying to pick her words.

“Pregnancy scare.” George throws out.

Bucky’s head drops, hanging as he groans.

“Fair enough.” I nod slowly. With that our parents set about leaving us.

“We can make one day. Right?” I turn looking at Bucky. He shifts facing me. His hand slips to the back of my neck.

“We’re going to make it a whole lot longer than one day.” He leans in kissing me.

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[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.

[l1tw1ck]

Dysfunction or Wrong Direction?

bottom!Steve Rogers x top!male reader

☆ Word Count: 1,032 ☆

CW: Dub-Con (Drunk Sex), Virginity Loss, Anal Fingering, Cum Swallowing, Dom/Sub, Anal, Size Kink, Creampie, Corruption

Steve orders another drink and sighs. He's been struggling lately, specifically with sex. No matter what he tries or who he meets, he just can't get it up. Ever since he started working out, he started to get attention from women. Unfortunately for him, he's never been able to actually have sex because they never get him hard.

You sit down next to him and notice his defeated demeanor. “You alright?” You ask.

He turns to you and shakes his head, too drunk to keep everything to himself. “I can't…I can't get it up…but my doctor…my doctor says nothing's wrong.”

“Aw, really? Maybe you should try something new.” You smirk. “Something like…anal?”

“I don't think there's a lot of women who want to do that..”

“I mean you. You should try getting fucked.” You laugh softly. “I’m willing to be your first.” You wink.

His eyes widen, cheeks red. “Oh.”

“What do you think, pretty boy?” You tilt your head. “I promise I’ll show you a good time.”

He’s so drunk that he's willing to give it a try.

Steve looks at you with an adorable expression as your fingers work open his hole. He didn't know it would feel so good, and you're only fingering him. He never thought he'd say this but he can't wait to feel your cock inside him.

“Do you feel okay?” You ask. You already know the answer, thanks to his rock hard cock and his soft moans, but you want to hear it straight from him.

He nods. “‘S good- ‘s good, [Name].” He bites his lip.

“It’s sir.”

He blushes. “Sorry sir.”

“Good boy.” You curl your fingers up and reach his prostate. He gasps, a spurt of cum leaving his cock. “Found it.” You grin.

“Again- please-”

You continuously poke at his prostate, effectively driving Steve crazy.

“Yes- oh fuck-” He throws his head back. “Don't stop–” His moans increasingly grow louder as he reaches his peak.

“You wanna come, Steve? Beg for it.”

He feels so good that he’ll do anything to come. “Please- fuck– please let me- hh- come, sir– please~”

“Go ahead.” As soon as you give him the okay, he comes all over his chest. You slowly pull out of him. He takes deep breaths as he recovers from his orgasm.

“That- that felt so good.” He sighs. “You're…you're gonna fuck me now, right?” He looks at you, the look on his face is unintentionally seductive.

You chuckle. “Mhm.” You drag your tongue along his chest, scooping up his cum and cleaning him up. You pull away and look at him with a smile while unbuckling your belt. He looks at your expression, clear enthusiasm painted on your face. You're beyond excited to take his virginity. His eyes trail down to your crotch. He watches in anticipation as you pull down your pants. He stares intensely at your underwear, aroused by how hard you are. He wasn't sure if he just likes anal or if he likes men too but just looking at your boner is setting him on fire. He wonders if you’ll let him suck you off. He's almost surprised by that thought but considering what he's just done, what he's said, it's not all that surprising in comparison.

His eyes widen as you release your hard cock. He gasps. “You're huge.” He almost whispers. You're even bigger than he is.

“Are you scared?” You slowly pump your cock. “I could settle for a blowjob.” You could, hypothetically, but you'd much rather fuck him.

He shakes his head. “I can take it..” His voice is very breathy. He can't take his eyes off your length. You've awakened a lot in him tonight.

“Yeah? I think so too.” You lick your lips. “Hold your legs in the air.”

He does exactly as you asked, arms wrapped around his legs. “Like this?”

You nod. “You're good at following orders.” You prod your tip against his hole. “I like how obedient you are. So willing to do whatever I ask.”

He blushes but before he can respond, you start easing your way inside him. “Fu- fuck–” He lets out a sharp breath. “Don't stop- ah–” His uncomfortable expression twists into a pleasured one, his lips moving into a shaky smile. You're stretching him out so much and it feels so damn good. He shivers as your length brushes against his prostate.

You eventually bottom out and stay still, allowing him to get used to the feeling. “You feel amazing, baby…so damn tight.”

He looks up at you. “You're not moving?”

“I’m giving you time to adjust.”

“I don't need time…I need you to fuck me.”

You smirk. “Okay.” You grip his waist and start fucking him roughly, not bothering to start slow.

“So good- fuck- harder!” He moans. “Please, sir~!”

“I’m glad you remember your manners.” You fuck him harder.

“Yes- th- thank you, thank you, sir~” His body shakes. “‘M gonna come- please- uh~ please lemme come, sir-”

“Coming without me even touching you? Maybe your body was made to only take cock instead of giving it.” You chuckle. “You’ve got such a big cock but it's useless. All your body wants is to be fucked.”

Steve moans. “Yes~!”

“You think so too? That you're just a cocksleeve?”

He nods rapidly. “I’m your- your cocksleeve, sir~”

“Yeah? Come for me then.”

Steve’s body shakes as he comes for the second time, coming even harder than last time. He's shocked as you keep going but he's certainly not opposed to it.

“I’m gonna come inside you, okay, baby?”

He nods. “Wha- whatever you want~”

“Good boy.” You lean in and kiss him. Steve sloppily reciprocates it, kissing you back with less experience. His thoughts start to go fuzzy. The overstimulation combined with his drunkenness isn't helping him stay sane. You pull away and lean into his neck, softly kissing it before sinking your teeth into his skin. He rolls his eyes back as you flood his insides with your cum.

“It's warm..” Steve moans.

“You like how it feels?” You smile, slowly pulling out of him. He sighs, already missing the feeling of you inside him. “Let's get cleaned up, okay?”

[twins-write]

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HELLO!! My name is ila (for short, ilan also works idc tbh^^)

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Hot Boy Summer (S.R.)

Type: one-shot, standalone or part of Love on the Brain series

Pairining: Steve Rogers x reader    Word count: 3000

Summary: Your boyfriend is all hot in every season, but there’s just something about summer Steve messing around in a pool that makes your heart melt and your bikini wet before you even step into water. And really, the hottest outfit your man can wear is happiness – or nothing at all.

Or, the one in which you (Agent Jones) are spending the afternoon chilling by Avenger's private swimming pool - and ogle your supersoldier boyfriend.

Warnings: allusions to smut so 18+ and NSFW, Steve in a swimsuit, happy Steve (he’s radiant, he’s a warning), language

A/N: reader is called “Agent Jones”, works for the Avengers Initiative; divider by firefly-graphics 😍

 The sunrays were sharp as they reflected of the water surface, but you pushed your sunglasses up anyway, waning to fully appreciate your view.

Because what an excellent view it was.

It wasn’t that you were lounging nearly on the top of New York – almost on the top of the Avengers Tower – and should you peer behind the glass railings, reaching all up to your shoulders to block the wind, you’d have the city laid in front of you. It wasn’t even that while you’d take in this no doubt magnificent view, you could dip your toes in a pool, because that was how extravagant Tony Stark had been when rebuilding this place – a pool almost n the roof. No. You enjoyed something much more special than that.

Half-lying on the luxurious beach chair by the Avengers’ private pool at the eightieth floor, you had a still open book placed on your chest pages down, long forgotten in favour of a much more enticing activity than reading – or admiring the New York skyline or swimming, for that matter. Long minutes passed since Steve had arrived, kissed your forehead, offered a brief view of his rear in the navy-blue swim trunks and dived head-first into water. And yet, you were still watching him, mesmerized by your handsome man all the same.

He had barely come out for air since jumping into water, but there were other things to admire than his angelic face; the entirety of his body, moving in the water so gracefully it seemed he found himself more at ease there than with his feet firmly on the ground. You couldn’t tear your eyes away. Maybe you were even drooling a little bit. But which male-attracted person wouldn’t? All that filled your field of vision appeared to be designed only to seduce you.

The extremely well-defined lines of the muscles on Steve’s back dancing under his skin with every powerful stretch and flex, glistening whenever he broke the water surface; his bulging arms, his shoulders so marvellously wide, making you wish to revisit your yesterday’s mission to retrace with your lips every droplet of water cascading over them while you had showered together; a peek of his firm bottom, the trunks sticking to it perfectly and calling out to you to grab it and maybe get a bite of it.

The thing was, even if you’d have left behind all those sinful thoughts, he would be still be a sight to behold; an image of alluring strength and beauty. His hair flowing around his head like a halo, the length and wide planes of his body controlled with such skill, skin of his shoulders and biceps in particular peppered with soft constellations of freckles, kisses from the sunrays or angels themselves, always turning so prominent during summer months. You had always longed to brush your fingertips over them, count them with your lips, even back when you and Steve nothing more but friends; the fact you were allowed to do that now, earning a soft laugh and a pair of twinkling eyes watching you tenderly when you did, brought a smile to your face.

The image Steve made now was certainly a better look than the imitation of lobster he had become when he had forgone sunscreen the other afternoon when Tony had attempted to throw a small Avengers pool party. The party itself, of course, wasn’t the problem; it was the fact you had been running late to it for the most delicious of reasons. You had got distracted when Steve had so lovingly massaged the cream into your skin – and consequently, you never got to do him. Not the sunscreen part anyway. While sunkissed was a gorgeous look on him, sunburned less so. Then again, that serum-fuelled cheater had woken up fresh-faced like the day he had been born and had got a very light tan two days later, his freckles making their yearly reappearance.

Now, droplets wandered between them as he finally reemerged for longer than a second, shaking off water of his hair before he faced you with a grin. You supressed the dreamy school-girl like sigh as to hold onto the last remnants of your dignity. He was a sight worthy of gods as he folded his arms on the edge of the pool, legs idly dangling behind; but it was you, a mere mortal, blessed enough to ogle him without having to feel like a creep.

“Show off,” you accused him teasingly, not bothering to comment further on his Olympics-worthy performance even if the pool was far from the typical race-sized one.

“If you didn’t look at me like that when I’m showing off, I wouldn’t.”

“Oh, so it’s my fault now?” you inquired in challenge, barely resisting losing yourself in the light his carefree grin was radiating.

Steve was nothing short of breathtaking like this, perfectly relaxed – happy, comfortable, confident. A few days off here and there worked true wonders for him. And maybe, maybe you’d like to think that so did you.

He simply shrugged. “Dat’s what I said, Agent Jones.”

You pursed your lips, chest humming with contentment and excitement. So, it was going to be like this today, huh?

“Oh? How am I even looking at you?” you questioned, mocking offence. “And pray to tell me, Captain Rogers, how would you even know? Did the serum give you some sort of abilities enabling to you watch me while you’re under water? Have you been hiding that you are, in fact, some kind of a telepath?”

The slow devilish smile spreading on Steve’s lips had your heart stumble before it began to race. “Neither. I could simply tell you like what you see every time I came out for air because of my enhanced sense of smell.”

You felt your features twist into a confused frown for you got lost in the game he had started. Sense of smell?

Steve tilted his head to side, clearly amused by your ignorance. His gaze, deliberately slow, travelled from where he had been looking directly into your eyes down your body, over the swell of your breasts hidden by the still open book, over your stomach, down your le—

You sputtered an incomprehensible curse, dropping your useless book into your lap as if to hide your sudden shame – or perhaps the evidence which you hoped wasn’t visible. Despite having been sunbathing for almost an hour, it was now that your face was set completely aflame.

“That’s not--- that’s-” totally true, in fact “-you’re just making shit up. And that is a highly inappropriate remark, Captain Rogers,” you accused him, embarrassed by the squeaky quality your voice suddenly acquired.

“Not if it’s true. And I know it is,” he said matter-of-factly, his smirk growing. “What can I say, I’m very perceptive of the scents I like.”

“Shut up, Rogers.”

Steve just grinned wider, oozing satisfaction at not only having caught you, but also being the source of a little pool of slick in your bikini bottoms. The nerve on him! You were--- there was nothing to be ashamed of! He knew that and you knew that, but here you were, sputtering nonsense under your breath, flustered by your insanely attractive boyfriend calling you out on the fact you were aroused by the sight of him displaying his god-like body built of extremely well-toned muscles in action. So what?! You were only human! And one with a pair of relatively well-working eyes too.

There was not a single note of malice in his voice, you had to remind yourself; he didn’t mean to embarrass you, not truly. And should you be fair, you had been the first to call him out. You had started the teasing; you might as well finish it.

Two can play this game, Captain, you thought. Even if one of us is infinitely better at it at the moment.

“So what? Are you saying you mind me ogling you and maybe, maybe liking what I see?” you asked, mentally congratulating yourself at the feigned nonchalance in your voice.

Steve’s smile turned softer and oh, now he was not playing fair. You could melt under the gentle force of that smile on any normal day when he turned its power on you, let alone after your heart had been tried so much today already.

“Never said that, sweetheart. Now, you look little flushed there. Why don’t you join me so I can get you properly wet?”

Your jaw dropped. Literally dropped, your brain short-circuiting. Surely, he meant the pool… surely, he did not.

You most definitely lost this round. Perhaps you had lost your sanity too, but that had been minutes ago, when you thought you could start anything with Steve Rogers and win.

“STEVEN GRANT!” you shrieked, the high-pitched sound drowned in Steve’s outburst of laughter, to which you involuntarily joined, because did he really say that or had you got a heatstroke? “You- you did not just say that to me!”

The laughter in his eyes told you that the words very much did leave his mouth and he regretted none of it. In fact, he was quite proud of himself. The loveable, sweet, dirty-minded jerk.

Steve Rogers, ladies and gentlemen.

“Come on, sweetheart. Come join me.”

Speaking of loveable and sweet…

“Ugh. What’s in it for me?” you questioned despite actually wanting to follow his invitation instantly. You did need to cool off and you weren’t reading anyway. Plus, you had Steve in a pool all for yourself… and a pool only to share with Steve, of course. But still. “You know, swimming is-“

“-the only class you had to retake at the academy, I know. Maybe I can teach you a thing or two.”

“Pff, weak, Rogers,” you dismissed him, a smile tugging at your lips still.

“Oh? Well maybe I can offer an incentive then?”

You hesitated. You already wanted to join him – but you couldn’t but be intrigued as to what he could come up with. You put away your book at last, your sunglasses joining it soon after.

“Okay…I’m listening.”

Steve shrugged, most definitely flexing his large biceps which were still on display. “Easy enough. If you join me… you won’t only get to watch, but also touch.”

You scoffed. Weak. Enticing, naturally; but quite predictable. You expected better from him.

You crossed your arms on your chest to mimic his stance a bit, pushing your breasts up about as innocently as he had flexed his arms. The flicker of his gaze down that direction, even if brief, was very satisfying.

“Steve, honey, if you think that’s enough of an incentive for me to get my hair wet and step into a pool which I’m not a fan of, then you’re very, very full of yourself.”

You noticed the way he slowly lifted one corner of his lips, the way he breathed in for a retort – and when you quickly went over what you said, your core almost instinctively responding to the mere suggestion of you being full of himself – you pointed a warning finger on him.

“Do not make that sentence into a pun.”

Steve laughed in response, but obediently swallowed the comment. “Come on, sweetheart. Come have fun with me.”

Speaking of poor choice of words – or a very deliberate one…

You couldn’t help it; you snorted.

“Now you sound like a dirty old man,” you teased him, but finally rose to your feet, the warmed-up paving stones pleasant under your feet.

“Yeah, well, I’m a bit of both, so I guess that’s fair.”

“Uh-huh, just as I like you,” you hummed as you watched him flow towards the wide steps you were about to walk down, carefully dipping your toe in – and swiftly pulling your foot back. “It’s cold!”

“Cold?!” Steve echoed with disbelief, shaking his head, but offering a compassionate smile when he realized you had been grilling your body in the sun for quite some time. “Don’t worry. I’ll warm you up.”

“Promises, promises…” you muttered, but took a deep breath and went as fast as you could handle before you could change your mind.

Steve’s hands welcomed you, pulling you flush to his warm body indeed, fingertips tracing your cheek before dropping a kiss to your nose. And cheek. And then mouth, lingering there, smiling against your lips, arm wrapping firmly around your waist.

Alright. Had you needed some convincing, this would definitely make the cut. Worth it.

“Incentive enough?” he teased against your lips, tasting of sunshine and well, a bit of chlorine. Still worth it.

“Hm… not entirely convinced. Maybe try convincing me again?”

You felt his smile widen minutely, the only warning you got before his palm spread over your nape to pull you closer, his lips back on yours, easily parting them and kissing you deep, taking his time convincing your very thoroughly, your recently activated hindbrain approving of the possibilities of having some fun time in the pool with him indeed.

You let your hands wander and appreciate the wide planes of his back, water gently flowing as you found yourself being backed into the wall of the pool. Steve’s arm slipped lower until he was cupping the globes of your ass, effortlessly coaxing your leg around his waist, opening you up to his hardening length, tongue exploring your mouth and echoing the needy noise you released when his hips rocked against yours. Now you truly felt thoroughly warmed up – in fact, the cool water felt like nothing against the inferno building in your veins, burning hot when Steve’s nimble fingers traced the hem of your bikini bottoms and slipped under.

“Guys, please, don’t fuck in the pool,” a wry voice sounded from above your head without warning, causing you to yelp and drop your hands in an instant.

Hadn’t it been for Steve’s firm grip on you, you’d jump and drop your leg too. As Tony continued lecturing you through the speakers at the ceiling, Steve had enough decency to stop tongue-fucking your mouth, simply resting his lips against yours; as if Tony’s interruption and lack of concept of privacy wasn’t maddening enough.

What the fuck? Why the hell was he even doing, watching you?! Or had he had Jarvis tell on you? Warn him off? That… would be fairly reasonable, you assumed, but--- principles! Privacy!

“I’d say get a room, but you literally have the room several floors down… and by room, I mean half the floor. That’s enough flat surfaces to have your lady on and against, Rogers. Keep the pool clean of your filth. PSA over.”

Steve withdrew at last, a colourful curse on his lips as he released the sweet grip on your thigh, long fingers withdrawing. Looking up at him, teeth worrying over your lower lip, you couldn’t but chuckle at his wide pupils coupled with a very, very annoyed face.

“I’ll kill him. Help me hide the body?” he suggested, clearly only half-joking.

More out of habit than anything else, you shook your head, the absurdity of the situation fully settling. Tony probably did have Jarvis to alert him if someone – who wasn’t him, ew, thank you, brain – was about to fool around in the pool. Not that that made it much better, that you weren’t special, but it certainly had you feel less violated… even if equally annoyed.  

“Do you think he has microphones too?”

“I hope so. I hope we scarred him for life,” Steve said, frowning – and then his face suddenly lit up with mischief, fingers teasingly travelling up your thigh again, snapping the elastic of your bottoms against your hip. “In fact, I think I want to scar him further. What do you say? You up for the challenge? Let’s ignore the orders of the self-appointed overlord?”

You slapped his hand as much as possible in the water, laughing, shaking your head again. Then, you couldn’t but kiss the pout from his lips, an alternative plan already forming in your head.

You leaned to his ear, whispering.

“How about… we have some PG-appropriate fun in here. And if you behave, well, then I’ll think of an incentive for you.”

Steve’s hand found its way to your waist, squeezing.

“Okay…I’m listening,” he echoed your earlier words.

You leaned back and faced him, grinning. “Well, if I tell you, you could get too excited and you might not actually behave, so…” Deliberately slow, you trailed the tip of your index fingers down his sternum, over his stomach, following the treasure trail, your smiling turning coy. “You’ll just have to trust me that I’ll make it worth your while, don’t you, Cap?”

His dark eyes zeroed on your mouth as you popped the P, leaving your lips slightly parted, a quick dart of your tongue to hint what you came up so far to motivate him. When he met your gaze again, the black of his pupils burning, your stomach made a pleasant somersault; the look he graced you with spoke of a promise that he would certainly made it worth your while later. You couldn’t wait.

“I suppose you’ve got yourself a deal then, Agent Jones.”

“Good,” you hummed, dramatically offering him your hand to shake. He squeezed it with a smile perfectly mirroring yours, releasing your hand when you sweetened the deal with a kiss to his cheek.

Then, faster than the mighty supersoldier could comprehend, you swiftly slipped from his grip, pushing away from the wall and swimming away; not without kicking widely enough to splash water all over his hopefully scandalized face.

“Oh, you sneaky--! Just you wait!”

You laughed your ass off until his long fingers circled your ankle, pulling you back to him and flush his front – in a perfectly PG fashion. The punishment by tickles was brutal even under water, all while you squeaked and splashed some more, but damn it was still worth it.

And those incentive each of you delivered later? Even more so.

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Jhjkkflfblf I loved writing a simple “drabble” with happy little shit Steve so much 🥹🥺 He deserves the world and all things good.

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P.S. - as you can see, the grip GG and Sparkles have on me is as firm as Steve’s--- biceps 💪😂