#cs4kwritingchallenge

[bluemusickid]

So what if you come home from a night out with your girlfriends and you admit to Chris that you told them some intimate details about your sex life, probably because you were a little buzzed and he feels the need to punish you... or at least remind you who’s boss?! 😝😈

(Ok so wow this is very highly likely to happen w me lol, I'm a SLOPPPPY happy drunk😭😅😂)

Pairing: Mob!Boss Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader

Warnings: smut, dom-sub dynamics (a lil), rough sex, oral, 18+, MINORS DNI, dubcon (if you squint), language.

A/N: I saw this in my inbox and just KNEW it was meant for Steve. And just in time for @cloudystevie 's 4k mob! AU challenge! Love you, Jasmeen, congrats once again on 4k, sweetie!! I actually wanted to make the reader the mob boss, but oh well. :) Maybe a Mob!Steve AU, AU. Hope you enjoy!

Minors, stay away; YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR OWN MEDIA CONSUMPTION. Not beta'ed, any mistakes made, grammatical or otherwise, are all mine. I post only on Tumblr and AO3, nowhere else. Dividers by the wickedly amazing LOML @firefly-graphics

(Yes shamelessly using my own gif)

Dire Consequences

You stumble back to your booth from the restroom, feeling pleasantly buzzed. The alcohol was kicking in, and you could feel your inhibitions and trepidations melt away. You weren't sure what to expect when your college girl gang had recommended a girls night out, but you knew it would be fun. Goodness knows how long it had been since you'd left the house alone, without a security detail, or with Steve by your side. The dinners he took you on were exquisite; good food, good wine. The people were a little intimidating, but nothing you couldn't handle.

Yeah, he was a great boyfriend, gave you your space, always kept your needs before his. But girls just wanna have fun, y'know? You'd asked him, somewhat irritably, for some time to yourself, to be your "old" self. If he was surprised, he didn't show it. He saw you in your black bodycon dress, the outfit hugging every curve of yours, the heels making your ass curve seem more prominent. He kissed your cheek, told you to have fun, the outfit driving him nuts. There was nothing more he wanted to do than to bend you over his desk and fuck you, just to remind you who you belonged to. But he settled for a deep kiss, the sensations making his pants seem tighter than usual.

Calling his head of security, he made sure to give firm instructions about you and your safety.

You sat at your booth, sipping your tequila sunrise, the booming music diverting your attention. You'd moved to a quieter, more private section of the club. Idly, you thought how Steve would feel in a place like this, with loud music, and people grinding and making out. He'd probably pull you into the bathroom for a quickie, ruining your makeup so that the others would know what the both of you were upto. The thought made you chuckle.

"Uh-oh, are you drunk already?" One of your friends giggled, passing you a shot glass.

"Uh, no, I was just thinking about my boyfriend." You muttered, feeling a bit embarrassed. A chorus of OOOHs and AWWWs went around the table, further elucidating how drunk everyone was. You chuckled, bowing your head in partial embarrassment and shyness.

"So tell us what you were thinking!! Was it a 'I miss my boyfriend' thought, or a 'I really wanna go home and fuck him' kinda thought?" Your friend Melissa drawled, sucking on a wedge of lemon.

"A little bit of both." you admitted.

"You don't get out and party like you used to, hun! Is the sex that good that you don't even want to leave the house?" There were loud cackles at that, the girls drunkenly cheers-ing at that, you included.

"I'm a lady, girls, I don't kiss and tell."

"Damn right, you just fuck him and go radio silent!" Kathy inched closer, "but seriously, your boyfriend's a real hottie, what's sex with him like? He must be good, cuz you've got that glow of great sex on you, baby!"

Sighing deeply, you grin. "It's the best sex I've had in my life. He's even better than my goddamn vibrator." There were loud hoots and WOOHOOs at that. "We need more deets, hun!"

You signalled the waiter, ordering another round of shots. "Buckle in girls, coz it's about to get wild!"

You stumble into the great manor, cursing the house help for switching off the lights. You should've stuck to wine, but one thing led to another and before you knew it, 2 shots had become 5, and you were now buzzed enough to know that you were sure to earn the ire of your beloved boyfriend.

You silently made your way up into your bedroom, hoping and praying that Steve was deep asleep. You winced as the door creaked a little bit, but other than that, there was no activity. As you were about to enter the bathroom, the room suddenly flooded with light. Oh crap.

Squinting, you noticed Steve standing by the door, wearing his gorgeous deep blue silk robe, looking like a meal. Your insides stirred, the conversations you had in the evening stoking the flame within you ever so slightly. There was no denying it, your man was sexy as hell.

"Hello, doll." he said, his voice menacingly low.

You gulped. Oh this was such a bad sign. You would rather he yelled at you, or even shouted a little, than this outright cold and quiet demeanour.

"Hi, babe! Why are you awake? I thought you said you had to leave early tomorrow!" You grinned nervously, trying not to slur or mispronounce words.

His lips thinned, a tight smile gracing his lips. "Oh, it got cancelled. There were more pressing matters at hand back home.", stressing the words like they were cuss words.

You bristled a little. “If you mean to say that I was the matter, then you shouldn’t have cancelled. I’m a big girl and can easily take care of myself.” Jesus, where was this coming from? Liquid courage was lethal indeed.

His jaw tightening, he took half a step towards you, before stopping himself. “I think you must be a little tired. Go change and come to bed...sweetheart.” he said, a little too sweetly. You frowned. Something was up, he was never this calm and controlled.

Dazed, you walked to the bathroom, still a little buzzed, trying your best to get the makeup off. You could feel Steve’s eyes on you, gauging your level of drunkenness, which was throwing you off even more. Why wasn’t he yelling and getting it over with? It would be easier and much less nerve racking. With a sigh, he took the cotton ball from your hand, gently wiping away the eyeshadow from your eyes and carefully taking off your false lashes. Turning you towards the mirror, his eyes meeting yours, momentarily breaking you from your haze of alcohol-soaked consciousness. His eyes were darkening, as he revealed parts of your body, inch by inch. You gulped, thinking this was it. This is what you wanted. 

To your surprise, and dismay, he started letting your hair out of your intricate updo. “So how was your night out? Did you have fun?”

“Yes, a lot. It had been a long time since we just got together and chilled, y’know? All of us have our lives, our stuff, boyfriends, it was good to leave all that behind and just dance away our worries.”

Steve chuckled, pretty sure that this was the alcohol talking. He pushed the dress off your shoulders, listening to you ramble on about the night.

“-and then we did shots and gossiped like there was no tomorrow, we talked about our partners, work troubles, oh, Melissa has SOOOOO gotten herself into an FWB situation with her boss, it’s so juicy, and-”

Steve smiled till he heard the boyfriend part. Knowing how willingly you were giving up information to him now, only the Lord knows what you would’ve said about him. Clearing his throat, he asked, “partners? What about them?”

Your eyes widened a little, as you averted your gaze. Shit. The word vomit should’ve been controlled better. You knew Steve would catch your bluff in an instant.

“Oh..you know...general stuff..” you trailed off, unsure of what to say next. You didn’t need to wonder for long, since he turned you to face him, his gaze unreadable.

“Try again, sweetheart. This time, the truth, please.”

“Just a few things, like dates..and...sex..and stuff...” you mumbled, your earlier bravado forgotten as you heard Steve’s growling order. You looked at him to see his head cocked to one side, eyebrow raised. He wanted more information. Uh-oh.

“I just told them about that time you tied me up, or when you used a clit stimulator and our sex swing. But that’s it, I swear!” you hurriedly add, seeing his nose flare again. 

You were expecting the worst. But he didn’t do anything. Instead, he finished undressing you, dressed you in your sleeping shirt and picked you up bridal style, placing you on the bed. Switching off the lights, he spooned you from behind, his arm circling your waist. Puzzled, you settled in for the night, desperate to ask him what the matter was. You slowly drift off, his arms cocooning you protectively.

You woke up the next morning, in high spirits. Your thigh atop Steve’s you relished in the feel of him against you, his warmth, his scent the most calming thing in the world. You snuggled into him, your breath ever-so slightly tickling his neck. He grunted, shifting a bit, cracking open an eye.

"Good morning sweetheart." He rasped, his morning voice scratchy. It was kinda hot, you realised, as you slightly rubbed your core against him, hoping to entice him. He groaned, turning to face you, his nose mere inches from you. Oh, this was it. Finally. The anticipation since yesterday night was killing you.

Rubbing his nose against yours, he left a small peck on your lips. You tried to deepen the kiss, but he pulled back, kissing your forehead. You frowned, unable to understand his hands-off approach.

"Gotta go, have some work to complete, doll." He mumbled, making his way to the shower. You contemplated joining him but heard the door lock. What was with him? What had you done??

You got up, pulling on some shorts, ready to confront him when he got out. All guns blazing.

You stopped short when you saw him come out of the bathroom, steam engulfing his form. The towel was hanging loosely from his hips, making you lose your train of thought. You couldn't take it anymore. Lunging at him, you lock your hands behind his neck, attacking your lips with his. He gasped, surprised by your sudden attack, catching you as you wound your legs around him. After a beat, he started kissing you back, his tongue caressing yours, his hands pulling you closer to him, kneading your ass. Walking back, he deposited you on the bed, his towel falling off in the process. He was on you in a beat, kissing you like there was no tomorrow. You hungrily kissed back, running your fingernails across his muscular torso. He groaned, thrusting against your core, the thin barrier of your shorts ignored. You gasped as the action lit up your insides, the coarse material of the shorts adding to the sensations. Your hands made their way to his hips, pulling him closer, wanting more. He panted, mouth slack as he picked up his rhythm, rutting against you. You moaned, cupping his cheeks, warmth flooding through you and coursing through your veins. Kissing down the column of your neck, he buried his nose between your breasts, his hips gaining momentum. You couldn't believe it; here you were, humping like adolescents, and yet, it was firing you up like nothing else. You could feel yourself getting closer to your peak when suddenly, Steve stopped his actions. Sitting up, he gave himself a few strokes before he came on your breasts, his spend trickling down your belly, his growl ringing in your ears. You couldn't believe it. That son of a bitch had left you hanging. This had almost never happened. You sat up indignantly, ready to unleash hellfire.

"WHAT DID YOU JUST-"

Your words were cut off by a knock on the door. Pulling on a pair of shorts, Steve opened the door slightly, talking to his head of security, as you silently fumed, murmuring petulantly to yourself. The audacity of this man. Closing the door behind him, he then proceeded to get dressed quickly, like nothing had happened. Not giving you a chance to say anything, he kissed your hand before adding gruffly, "we'll talk about this later." He left you to stew in your irritation and sexual frustration, all the while wondering what exactly is it that you did to have this punishment meted out to you. You took care of your needs in the shower, pissed off that it was your hand at your core and not his tongue or mouth, working their magic.

With the streaks of orange settling in the sky, it brought with it the promise of "talking later." You'd just gotten back from classes, dressing yourself in an emerald green teddy with matching stockings, hidden underneath your floor length gown. You'd hoped to entice Steve into action with it, the want and need to have him within you unbearable with every passing moment.

Waltzing down the corridor to his study, you knocked a few times before entering. Steve was sitting at his desk, reading some documents. Your mouth watered at the sight in front of you: Steve in a black dress shirt, his sleeves rolled up to his elbow, his black leather chest holster sitting tight against his wall of muscle. You could feel your core tighten, wanting nothing more than for him to throw you to the floor and fuck you in a frenzy. You gulped, suddenly realising that in the battle of seduction, he was probably winning. And he wasn't even trying.

"Sweetheart, you just gonna stand there gawking, or are you gonna say something?" He drawled, raising his eyebrow, mouth quirked up in amusement. You looked down, suddenly a little shy. Control yourself, you have to win this, you reprimanded yourself.

"I was just wondering where you were. We were gonna have a talk, weren't we? I'd hate to be late to an appointment with you, I know how much you hate waiting." you said, your voice silky, going straight to Steve's groin. He clenched his jaw, leaning back in his chair, his mind working a mile a minute. You took the opportunity to saunter towards him, making sure to maintain eye contact with him as you sunk to the floor, eye level with his crotch. His eyes darkened, his thighs tightening around your torso, as he sat back. He was waiting for your next move; the ball was in your court. Running your palms over his thighs, you kissed him through the soft material of his slacks. He really did have amazing legs; well sculpted, strong. Reaching his crotch, you nuzzled him, leaving kisses on the tent which had formed.

Standing up suddenly, he grabbed your hand, hoisting you up to stand, as he took a velvet pouch from the drawer.

"You know what, sweetheart, I think we should continue this in the bedroom. Come." He ordered, his voice thick with emotion. Bewildered, you placed your hand in his as he practically dragged you to your room. Maybe the seduction worked better than you had expected.

Locking the door behind him, he turned to face you. His eyes were a dangerous mixture of lust, love and anger. You didn't know whether to fear it, or to revel in it. All you knew was that you needed him, like the air you breathed; you were a starving woman at a banquet.

"So, you wanted to talk. Talk, princess."

You gulped. "Why have you been keeping your distance from me since yesterday?"

He smirked, his smile evil. This smile. You'd only seen it a handful of times before. When a particularly difficult connection made the mistake of being an informant for the police, Steve had merely smiled at the news. It made your blood run cold. The next day, the connection was found dead in the most gruesome way.

He walked towards you, like a predator stalking his prey. Your back hit the bed as you walked back, legs moving of their own accord. Your heart rate spiked, your words stuck in your throat. Steve stood in front of you, his gaze impassive. Bending down, he hauled you over his shoulder, throwing you onto the bed. You squealed, bouncing on the bed, gawking at Steve. Truth be told you were a little scared, you'd never seen him so unhinged. Sure, he was kinky, but he made sure that he never unleashed his angry mob boss in bed.

And now? Now you found yourself on the bed, your teddy pulled down to your breasts. Steve was laving on them, his tongue a hot brand on your overheated body. You wanted to hold him, to run your hands through his hair, but he'd handcuffed you to the bed. Asshole.

"You see, princess, I'm a private person. And you told your friends about our personal life. That's a little...rude, wouldn't you say?"

"Steve, I swear, it was the alcohol, I didn't mean to tell them OH-!" You broke off, feeling Steve circle your nub, his finger intrepid and curious. He pressed his lips against your open mouth, slipping a finger into your channel. You whined, wanting more. He was doing this to prove a point.

"I'm sorry, Steve, it was a mistake! It was a lapse, I swear!" You wailed, feeling his fingers stop. Sitting up, he grinned as he moved to retrieve the pouch he had gotten earlier. Moving down your body, leaving fleeting kisses as he did.

You jerked as you felt something smooth running along your inner thigh, raising your head. You met his gaze, his grin lascivious as he rasped, "trust me." You gasped as you felt an intrusion, a small rubber disc pushed into you.

"Steve, what-"

"Shhh. Consider this a punishment, sweetheart." He held up a remote, "this controls the level of vibrations of the toy. Let's see how well you take this punishment."

You gulped, wrenching your eyes shut as he switched the damn thing on, the vibrations wreaking havoc on your already sensitive nub. You suddenly felt a jolt, sensing that Steve had increased the intensity.

"S..Steve..I.."

He caressed your breasts, tweaking your engorged peak. You jerked your neck to the side, unable to handle the stimulation. Your legs shook, groaning aloud as you felt Steve's tongue lick a stripe along your drenched folds.

"Steve, please, please, please!" you could hear yourself pathetically beg, but you didn't care. Your dam was about to burst, when all of a sudden, Steve switched off the toy. You screamed in frustration, wanting nothing more than to strangle Steve, the way you were feeling.

Hoisting himself up on his hands he rubbed his nose against you, chuckling at your expression; practically staring him to death. Running his tip along your folds, he pushed into you in one swift move, with the toy still inside. You looked up at him in bewilderment, eyes widening as you felt the vibrations start again.

With that, Steve unleashed all his pent-up energy since yesterday. He didn't give you a moment to adjust, his rhythm unwavering and unapologetic. Each thrust was aided by the vibrations of the toy, threatening to drive you insane. You felt tears pool in your eyes as the sensations overwhelmed you beyond your capacity. You tugged at the handcuffs, wanting to hold him, to steady his rhythm, but he was lost to the feelings as well.

"Take it, slut. Take it all. I hope you've learnt your lesson now." He grunted, groaning as he felt your walls contract at his filthy words. Tears streamed down your face as you felt yourself steadily approach your peak. This time, he didn't stop, instead doubling his speed, leaving bites along the column of your neck.

You screamed as the belly in your coil unfurled, the dam finally breaking. The tears wouldn't stop as you felt the aftershocks run through your body, like liquid electricity. Your legs felt like they'd just run a marathon, hanging limply from the side of the bed. Steve followed shortly after, shouting as he reached his peak, his spend coating your walls, your core clenching around him as the last aftershocks subsided. He slowly pulled out of you, pulling the toy out gently, mumbling apologies as you hissed.

Opening your eyes, you saw him undo the cuffs, stretching beside you as you gathered your wits. You ran your fingers through his beard, the prickly sensation welcome against your palm. You grinned mischievously as you told him,

"This was definitely a thousand times better than what I told the girls."

OK IT'S NOT THE BEST BUT OMFG I COULDN'T HELP MYSELF.

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[buckyownsmylife]

Firestone - Steve Rogers smut

The one where Steve is your mobster boss and he’s been patiently waiting to make you his.

Warnings: smut, mob au, gunplay, dirty talk, public sex, possessiveness, oral sex (f)

Word count: 1.4k

A/N: thank you to my lovely @marziwritesfic​ for looking this over for me! I figured this would be perfect to help @cloudystevie​ celebrate 4k followers! Congrats, Jasmeen! You deserve many, many more!

“Can you bring me another one, princess?” She looked up to confirm what it was that I needed and nodded, quickly preparing my usual scotch on the rocks. I watched her with captivated eyes. She was such a hard worker, easily the best bartender I had ever employed.

But I had other reasons to like having her around.

“Care to join me for this one?” I asked after she deposited my drink in front of me. She chuckled and shook her head, used to my antics by now. We always did this, me and her, ever since she got hired to take care of the bar in one of my nightclubs. The one I started visiting much more frequently after she became my employee.

“You know I can’t.” But she laughed. I was making progress. Long were the days where she would look for any polite reason to get as far away from me as possible. Now she lingered, and I knew I was close to wearing her out.

I could wait.

“Are you sure? I know the owner!” Hearing her giggle was nothing short of extraordinary. I was always hypnotized whenever she was around, and with the way the clients seemed to drool for her, I knew I wasn’t the only one.

“You know, the second that you give me permission, I’m gonna ruin you, sweetheart.” I found myself admitting, staring hungrily at her wide eyes, following the wet trail her tongue left behind when she licked her bottom lip before questioning.

“For any other man?” The only reaction I could give to her innocence was a low chuckle, carefully watching my most desired prize for any signs of her own feelings.

“No. Just ruin you.” And as the words floated in the air around us, I got up from my booth, approaching her with calculated steps, eyes taking in every little reaction her body granted me.

“You won’t be able to walk or breathe without thinking about me, sugar,” I whispered in her ear once I was close enough to pull her by the back of her neck, her chest pressed tightly against mine, warning me of just how hard she was breathing.

“I’ll ravish you,” I continued, loving how her hands came up to grip my shirt, as if she needed to hold onto something. I’d be her anchor, I just needed her to let me in. “I’ll make you mine forever. I’ll leave you a perfect mess.”

“There won’t be other men.” Gripping her jaw, I turned her face aside so my next words were directly over her ear, lips brushing it and breath eliciting goosebumps when I said, “Ever.”

I pulled away from her to check on her expression, taking in her dilated pupils, the way she was breathing through her mouth. Part of me wanted to chuckle, thinking back on all the times she kept herself at a “professional” distance only to end up here, right where I wanted her to be.

“I know you don’t want to give in to me because I’m dangerous…” I acknowledged, softly cradling her face so I could run my thumbs over her cheekbones. “… but I think you want me precisely because of that.”

The shiver down her spine upon seeing my smirk told me everything I needed to know. So now all I had to do was wait for her to break.

“I know you like what you see,” I teased, a cocky smile on my lips now. “But you’re scared of wanting me.” Her gaze was fixed on me, eyes and body unmoving as nothing on her fought my affirmations. “Let me show you why you shouldn’t.” Slowly, I turned her around to face the table I was in, my hands softly pushing her down against it.

“Lean over the table,” I croaked, voice denouncing my desire. “Yeah, just like that.” My fingers ran down her back until I reached the edge of her jeans, easily wrapping my arms around her to open it and pull the offending fabric down her legs.

She jolted then, suddenly reminded of where we were, but I pushed her down gently, shushing her concerns. “Now, no need to worry about them,” I grinned, loving how she easily gave in to me now. “They know better than to look at what’s mine, huh?”

She looked over her shoulder as my words reached her, but I could only wink. “Besides,” I added, kneeling behind her while spreading her legs to welcome me. “I’ve been dreaming about this for way too long.”

Her underwear was easily discarded with a flick of my wrist, and then her pussy was exposed for my eyes to take, after so long dreaming about its taste. I moaned when I actually dragged my tongue between her lower lips, savoring this moment and her juices, knowing this would forever be imprinted in my mind.

“You have no idea how many times I got off to the thought of you,” I commented, humming against her cunt as she trembled beneath me. Her body awakened a hunger inside of me I’d never felt before, and I don’t think it would ever be satiated.

“You’ve seen me leave the bar with many women…” I chatted almost casually once I was able to let go of her pussy to run my knuckles over her wetness. “I want you to know I’ve always imagined it was you I was fucking, whenever I made them cum.”

Her moan resonated through the nearly empty bar, making me smile as I went back to licking her up. But as much as I wanted to keep on lapping the wetness that was starting to seep from her, I knew I had promised her something.

I had to show her why she shouldn’t be scared of me.

So I got up from behind her, paying no attention to her whines and the jut of her hips, licking my lips to gather every single drop of her taste as I got my gun from my holster. I had plans for her.

“Stay still, sugar…” I rubbed the barrel of the gun between her dripping wet lips, getting it soaked on her essence. “Let them see how well you take it. She hissed as the gun made its way inside of her, but to her point, she didn’t complain. Instead, her body slumped against the table, as if she was truly succumbing all of her to me.

The thought had me even harder, desperate to get her to cum so I could take her back to my place and have my way with her. ”Oh, you look so pretty, princess…” I almost moaned, fascinated by the sight of her tight pussy hungrily engulfing my favorite gun. “Can’t imagine how you’ll look when it’s my cock inside of you…”

“Mr. Rogers…” She whimpered, making me chuckle lightly.

“Call me Steve, sweetheart,” I was quick to address. “I got my best pistol inside of you, I think we’re past the use of titles, huh?” A loud whine escaped her then, like the acknowledgment made her even hornier, and I licked my lips at how her juices slowly dripped from her pussy down her thighs.

“C’mon, sugar. Let go for me, won’t you?” And like the perfect girl that she was, my order had her body convulsing before my eyes, her high arriving just as I thought I wouldn’t be able to keep myself from fucking her right then and there for any longer.

“You’re coming to my place tonight,” I announced, pulling my gun from her only to admire the way it now glistened, covered in her juices. My tongue stuck out almost automatically, and I licked some of her off of it, relishing in the sweet nectar I was slowly starting to ingrain in my own being.

“Still think I’d ever hurt you?” The smirk on my face was almost cocky, I knew, but I was too excited about finally having her to care. Pulling her body up, I held it against me once more, so she’d feel exactly how much I desired her, right against her back.

It was all her fault anyway.

“Go get your stuff,” I instructed. “No need to work here anymore, I’ll take care of you from now on.” And then I turned her around to look her in the eyes, cradling her face with glee at finally holding what I’d wanted for so long.

“Can’t wait to fuck you.��

[deliciousangelfestival]

Wicked Romance

Chapter 1

Character: Mob!Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Steve was hoping to meet the right one until he met her. But is he ready to be with her? He thought his life already dark because of his job. He wouldn’t able to find a woman that strong enough to face the hardship to stand beside him. Turn out his life is nothing compared to her. 

Warning: Maybe bad writing? Hehehe forgive me. This is my first time write and posting my own fan fiction on tumblr.

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If an outsider sees Steve, he got everything: looks, money, status. But for him, he lacks one thing; the right person to stand beside him.  

But let’s talk about how Steve became the new mob leader.

Steve got raised by his mother Sarah Rogers, it was until he retired from the military he reconnected with his father again. 

He thought his father, Joseph Rogers owns a security firm every time he visits him when he was a kid after his parents divorced. Until he reaches a certain age he realized his father actually is a mob boss. He found his childhood friend Bucky, they went to the army together, also working with his father after he got into an accident that cost his left arm. 

He owes it to his father, but Joseph doesn’t need his son to pay his debt. He only wanted his son to stay with him. Joseph has everything, but he missing two things; his lovely wife and his son. 

Joseph loves Sarah, but he forgot she doesn’t come from a mobster background. When they got married, she was overwhelmed. Looking at her husband coming home with blood on his hands or they need to stay at the safe house when she was 8 months pregnant and when Steve was baby the rival gang tried to hurt her and their son. 

Sarah admitted to Joseph that she couldn’t live like this. In the end, she asks to separated but they never divorced. Joseph never sends the document to the court. 

When Joseph retired, he decided to be honest. He went to chase his wife again. With a lot of effort the couple reunited again.

Their love story was so sweet that could make Steve’s teeth hurt. Joseph appointed Steve as the new leader while he enjoys his second honeymoon with his wife. 

It’s been 5 years since Steve became the new mob boss, now he’s waiting for the one that could help him write a sweet story like his parents. 

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Right now around lunchtime at the fancy that owned by Rogers. Steve and others like Bucky and Sam are sitting at the bar. While Pietro is the bartender serving their drinks. 

It's a usual day for them but it's a little bit different with Steve this time.

Steve head not looking at his food because notices someone seating near the window. She wearing a dress, not too sexy but he could see her legs. She is completely different from a woman who dressed less to get his attention. The reason is simple Steve is an attractive man, tall, broad shoulder, the expensive three-piece suit that wraps his muscles. He only sits for 3 minutes, few girls try to seduce him but he politely or in a sarcastic way to shoo them. 

And the girl who he watched for a while won’t budge to turned around. It poked his ego a little bit. He quite used to with the flirt and attention. 

“You still staring at her.”

Bucky’s words made Steve snap up from his trance. 

Steve shook his head, he couldn’t help it because he wants to see the woman face who sitting alone. 

“Pfft.”

Someone who holds his laughter. Three of them turn their gaze towards the bartender served their drink. 

“Something funny Pietro?” Steve raised his eyebrows. 

“I’m just surprised my boss lose his game before approaching Miss Lilly.”

Steve tilts his head “You knew her name?”

Pietro nodded while whipping the glass with cloth “Yup, the gorgeous lady that always left a big tip.” 

“She has become a regular?” Sam asks surprised. 

“Perhaps, it’s difficult to forget her since the first time she came here.” Pietro is a sucker for a beautiful woman. 

He put the clean glass on the shelf “The day she came here also the first day Peter Peter start his job.”

The alpha male grunted when Parker’s name mentioned. That kid is troublesome. He always late for his job and clumsy, but he’s the best chef assistant according to Wanda who the head chef at the restaurant. 

“So she’s been our customer for 5 months. How come we never notice her?” Sam whispered asking. They always come here every day for lunch and dinner. 

Pietro raised his shoulder “Usually she only stays for 10 minutes after buying one drink. Then she left. This is the first time she asks for a table.” 

After hearing the info from Pietro, Steve looking at her back once again. 

“Steve, if you don’t talk to her I will,” Sam said while moving from his seat. 

Steve stop Sam by grabbing his shoulder “I didn’t say I don’t want to.”

“Go get her punk.” Bucky raised his fist.

Steve nodded, he walks closer towards her table, he doesn’t understand why his heart beating so fast. 

He already in his game, using his usual pick-up line and smile, but before his foot stops at her table, she turns her head towards him. 

It felt like a slow-motion when he saw her looking at him. 

The first moment he looked at her eyes, somehow the time stop and world in only both of them. 

She looks at him with a friendly smile. ‘Her eyes,’ he couldn’t look away. 

“Hi…” He couldn’t believe he almost squeaked his voice. Steve could feel his face turn red like tomatoes. How he wishes, the situation could change.

‘BANG’

The loud sound came from the gun sound. The door abruptly opened by a bunch of guys who wear suits, some of them holding guns, and baseball bat, and the one who leads them is Brock Rumlow. 

Steve cursed, because of the annoying newcomer, he already lost the moment with her. But partly he blamed himself, earlier he wished to change the situation. Be careful what you wished for.

It must be his rival gang who crash his business again. This is the third time in one month. Since Brock became the new head after Pierce died. 

“Damn it.” He saw Bucky and Sam already start kicking and punching. 

He turned at her, he looks at her with puppy eyes “Forgive me for today’s distraction. You don’t have to pay. It’s free.”

Before she could reply, one guy holding a baseball bat, and swing at Steve but he able to stop it. 

“Everyone leave this place !!!” He screamed his lungs out to alarm the guest who still shocked. All of them ran to save their lives. 

Steve, Bucky, Sam, and Pietro busy fighting their rival. 

No wonder why he had bad feelings, today seems nothing could go wrong. He knew something bad will happen. Turn out it’s Rumlow. 

“What do you want Rumlow?” Steve hissed at the uninvited guest.

Brock shrugged his shoulder “Oh nothing, I just want to say hi to my rival, since I became the boss now.”

‘Because of that reason?’ Steve inwardly thought. But he knew why Rumlow did this, he want everyone to know his name since he recently got this position. And this bastard choose his place at the wrong time and the wrong place.

Both of them punches at each other and destroyed the furniture.

Brock always sneaky, he prepares a hidden knife under his sleeves aka phantom blade. 

He succeeded stab Steve’s shoulder. 

“Urgh.” But because of his muscles, it didn’t go that deep. 

Brock brings Steve to his shoulder and throws him to the ground. 

Steve landed on the ground while Brock put on a mocking smile looking down at him. 

“Boys~”

The seductive voice made both of them turn to see who it was. 

Steve widened his eyes when he saw the girl who took his breath away standing in front of them. 

When she stood, he could see she’s wearing a skirt that has a high cut on her left thigh. Steve and Brock were taken aback because under the fabric there’s a belt dagger. 

She slightly pouted which made Steve thought for a second she looks adorable. But what the hell is she doing here when he already told everyone to leave this place.

She put her right hand on her left chest “It breaks my heart seeing my favorite restaurant destroyed like this.”

Steve somehow felt happy when he knew she like his work.

She grabs the dagger and throws it to Steve. 

“I’m lending it to you.” She winked at him, and turn around to grab her coat. She headed to the exit door, easily avoided the fight.

“That’s one hot lady right there.” 

“Yeah, she is.”  Steve took the chance to give a butthead towards Brock. He doesn’t want this jerk to look at his ‘future date’. 

Brock screamed while holding his broken nose “That’s was low, I was distracted.”

“Let’s get this over with. I can’t do this all day.” Steve finally let out his rage towards Rumlow. 

####

Their fight is done with the result Steve side who won. 

“I’ll get you next time,” Brock screamed angrily, his fingers broken by Steve. He got carried by the paramedic. 

Steve wiped his bloody nose with a cloth while Bruce pressing his shoulder “Yeah yeah, just not in this place again.” He answered lazily. 

He sighed because he’s getting tired of Rumlow childish fight. After his wound got treated by Bruce, Steve went back into the restaurant. 

What he saw is a broken window, table, the custom leather chair that imported from Italy also ruined. There will be one person who will be crazy over this, Natasha who also his accountant, and Bucky’s wife. 

His shoes step on the broken glass, his eyes locking to the table where she sat. 

When he arrived he saw the book she read. Steve notice there is a bookmark inside of it. He doesn’t want to touch her touch without permission but he eager wants to see what inside. 

Steve put his hand on his mouth and gasped “Oh f**k!”

“Language you punk!” Bucky and Sam appear from behind. Their face and hands also bruised because of the short fight. 

“What’s wrong?”

They got no answer from Steve. He look like a statue still looking at his hands.

Bucky and Sam glanced at the bookmark on Steve’s hand. Both of them smirked.

’When the restaurant re-open, text me: (646)-xxxxxxxx’

Steve’s mind went back to the first time he saw her face and that beautiful smile, then the way she’s not afraid of the craziness that happens today, and she lent him a dagger so he can win. 

He didn’t think it wasn’t a thing, but it happened to him. 

He fell in love at the first sight. 

“We totally lose him.” Sam waves his hand in front of Steve’s eyes. 

They could see Steve on cloud nine right now. 

“Good for him, maybe he could move on this time,” Bucky murmured. 

Sam pointed one critical point “But first of all, we need to tell your wife about today.” 

Bucky sighed “That’s the difficult part.” 

While his friends busy thinking about how to coaxing Natasha so she won’t stun them with the lecture that could last for the whole day and make their ear hurts, Steve is planning how to renovate the restaurant fast so he could text her.

>>>CHAPTER 2

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Chapter 2

Character : Mob!Steve Rogers x Female Reader (?)

Summary : Steve was hoping to meet the right one until he met her. But is he ready to be with her? He thought his life already dark because of his job. He wouldn’t able to find a woman that strong enough to face the hardship to stand beside him. Turn out his life is nothing compared to her. 

A/n :This #### will be used to explain the character’s past. 

Warning : Grammar mistakes, since English is not my first language.

Somewhere in Brooklyn. 

There’s a female who is taking a nap on the couch. Today’s activity kind of exhausts her because of last night and the unexpected event at the restaurant. She wants to take a nap first before having dinner. But after 10 minutes, her beautiful sleep got distracted.

“(Y/N) !!! (Y/N) !!!” 

(Y/N) awakened up from her nap because of the smashing door. She rubbed her eyes with her backhand. When her eyes finally focused, she could see someone standing in front of her. 

She lazily asked him, “What’s up, Bambi?”

“Don’t call me with that nickname.”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes. “Yeah, because you have grown up. But Peter Parker, in my eyes, I will always remember the boy who cried asking me for ice cream.” She put on her smirk smile, her hands moving fast to mess up his hair.

He slapped her hand that made her giggle.

“It’s not like I hate you coming to my house? But what’s wrong with that pouted face Peter?”

Peter heavily sighed; this time, he threw his body to the couch. He crossed his arms and pouted. 

“Aww, ~~ What's it, partner? If you keep sighing, you will get older.”

“Urgh,” Peter rests his head on her shoulder. “When can I have a job that doesn't relate to guns?”

"You can."

Peter lifts his head to get a look at her. "How?"

"Die first."

"Thanks (Y/N)."

(Y/N) shrugged her shoulder, "You can't get rid of it. It's already in your DNA."

She pinches Peter's cheeks. "Why do you sound sarcastic today?" Usually, every time he came into her house, she could see flowers behind him. Now the background changes into grumpy Squidward. 

Peter’s face still on the pillow, he grumbles, "You shouldn’t come to my work today."

"Why not? I'm worried about you."

"Pietro has been asking me about you."

"He knew I'm related to you?" (Y/N) seems surprised.

Peter nodded. "He noticed on my first day."

"He's good."

"But today…. It's not only him." Peter grumbled.

(Y/N) still impressed about Pietro’s instinct, she didn’t hear Peter grumbled since he speaks to soft "What?"

He shook his head "Nothing."

"Are you going to have a sleepover?"

Peter has been living in his place since he graduates from university. Before he said anything (Y/N), grab his hand. "Please… I'm tired eating delivery also instant mac&cheeseeeee~."

Peter shook his head; who would even think a former assassin like (Y/N) could act like a child because of food. 

####

To explain the relationship between Peter and (Y/N); both are not related by blood. (Y/N) knew him because of his mother, and she met him when she was an assassin.

And a deadly one. 

Why did she leave? 

Because of Peter. 

Something happened that made (Y/N) choose to burn everything from her past to the ground literally. She made quite a name in the underworld. 

####

"Fine." He answered that made (Y/N) raised her arms to cheer. 

"But only for today though, because my new housemate is coming." said Peter while he went to the fridge to get some ingredients.

(Y/N) looking at his back, the boy in front of him acts more mature than her. Time moved so fast the first time she met him; he asked her for a piggyback, cried when she didn't give him ice cream and blamed her when he's the one who broke his mother's favorite plate. 

And now, he is almost taller than her, independent, better at cooking and moving out from their luxury home. 

(Y/N) puts her chin on her palm. "I don't understand why you need to move out." She doesn't want to tell the truth that she misses him.

Peter already started cutting the vegetables. He had a reason why he moved out; somehow (Y/N) past will come to hunt and target her.

####

Peter knew everything about her and saw it. He could live with it, but he couldn't sleep every time he heard a gun, a sound of grunting because of the stabbing, and in the morning, he saw their house destroyed with bullet holes and destroyed furniture.

They have to move a couple of times. 

He never saw any blood and dead bodies, (Y/N) top priorities were to get rid of the blood and bodies before he sees it. 

Peter knew that she understood his reason why; he could see her teary eyes when he told her he wanted to move out. She felt guilty for all the things he had been going through because of her. 

But it takes two to tango. Peter was the one who asked to stay beside her before she dropped him with his aunt May Parker on that day. 

What (Y/N) said was right; it’s already in his DNA. Danger always follows him because of his mother. 

His mother used to be an assassin like (Y/N) until she met his father. She left everything to build a family together.  

But their happy life was cut short; one day, he lost his parents, and that's the first time he saw the dark side of (Y/N) and the first time he knew what revenge is. 

####

"I met someone." Peter answer. 

"Owww~ My brother is a man now~."

Peter looked at her through his shoulder. 

She nodded her head multiple times. "I understand you need privacy."

"But use protection okay?"

"Ugh,(Y/N)!! Seriously…?"

(Y/N) laughed while putting her hands on it defensively. "Sorry, I will stop it."

After 30 minutes, both of them finally eat dinner together. 

"Someone else beside Pietro also asked about you."

"Hmm."

"You knew who it was don't you?"

(Y/N) winked at him. 

She knew it must be Steve because it is obvious he tries to flirt with her, and she gave him her phone number. She made a program if someone put specific keywords along with her fake name, she would get notified. (Y/N) only tell her real name to someone that she could fully trust. 

She must admit he almost got her, with the help from Starks, the other genius, but she's better at hiding.-

"You planned to make him more curious about you right?"

"You're getting smarter Peter." (Y/N) want to meet Steve once again. Today the moment she saw his face, it looked like a cheesy chick flick movie. 

She could replay the moment he approached her. And when he tried to be cool to say 'Hi' but failed, that was cute. 

(Y/N) wasn’t planning to stay long at the restaurant today but she has to because she’s worried about Peter. Last night both of them went out to get dinner when they had back her old enemy try to target her. It failed since (Y/N) is much more powerful, but Peter’s shoulder got hit. 

He said he was fine, but her heart clenched when she saw the blue bruise on his shoulder. Peter is a stubborn boy; he doesn’t want to make her worried. But she is; that’s why she chooses to stay to make sure he’s alright. 

She didn’t regret staying since she met a gorgeous man today. Perhaps cupid plays its part. 

Peter added, "He's a good boss, don't shock him."

"You make me look like a cold hearted bitch." (Y/N) scoffed. 

Peter sighed. "The time when you were with Billy Russo?"

"It was brief, but we are cool."

"It's hard to believe when he sent his Anvil team to get you."

"Because of me, he learned that his team was weak. He even sent a letter thanking you and said let's meet again."

Peter furrowed his eyebrows and shook his head; he wishes he wishes the best for Billy. 

"The time with August Walker?" 

"To be fair, I betrayed him, but hey, we got a free helicopter." 

"Zemo?"

"Both of us agreed to break up, and he ended up married with his true love. Happy ending."

Peter sighed "(Y/N); the reason why I'm saying this is because everytime you broke up with your boyfriend, they would come after you." The aftermath is always messy. 

"I love this job, and my new friend. Please don't mess this up." He makes it clear since he liked his new workplace; the first time he came for the interview, he knew something different.

####

How Peter ended up working in Steve Rogers’s business?

Peter’s previous boss closed the restaurant to enjoy retirement with his wife. He recommended Peter to try at Rogers. 

Rogers restaurant has been known as a prestigious dining place. He thought his chance was small, but it turned out he passed with flying color. Wanda was impressed by the way he could keep up with her work ethic. 

After working a few days, he realized Rogers is not just a regular restaurant.

Pietro interrogated him to get some info about (Y/N), and one more obvious reason he saw a gun under Vision blazer, why would a manager own a gun? Why?

Then (Y/N) told him the truth that his boss is a famous mobster in Brooklyn. 

Peter sighed when he heard that; he thought he could start living like an average person. 

####

"You knew me Peter." She put down the knife and fork, then sipped a glass of red wine. 

"I'll listen to you. Besides, I quite like him."

Peter widened his eyes "You mean genuine like him right? Without any agenda?"

(Y/N) nodded, "Maybe he could be your future brother in law."

Peter immediately shivered to imagine Steve became his family. "Let's not think to far (Y/N)."

Unlike Peter, someone else already thinks of it. 

Somewhere far away, in a secret mansion where Steve and others gathered. 

Three of them sit around the table; Bucky and Sam were nervous while Steve is playing with the dagger. 

Natasha is furious. "I knew someday Rumlow will make a fuss at our area and make a big mess. But what I don't understand is why I got a call from the fixer and then the interior design telling me they want an extra payment because we asked them to finish in a month?"

She already anticipated the surprise attack from Brock since he replaces Pierce. It’s nothing new for them. 

She noticed that Steve doesn’t listen to her complaints "Did Brock hit Steve's head? It looks like he’s not listening to me.” 

Sam bumped Bucky’s elbow to talk to his wife. 

Bucky cleared his throat because his seat is near to her. He leaned closer to her ear and whispered, "Honey, Uhm… so today, something else happened."

Natasha listened what her husband whispered to her, what she hear made her gasped "Pietro!! Bring out the vodka !!" She called out their favorite bartender.

"Wake him up," Nat told her husband, her head pointed at Steve. 

Bucky threw a french fries from his plate at Steve. 

It hit Steve’s cheeks, successfully got his attention. He realizes Natasha sits in front of him, and Pietro serves them vodka. 

Sam shook his head; he silently murmured his boss also, his best friend is in lovesick right now.

"Ooh, something to celebrate?"

"Little white wolf told me you got lovestruck today?"

Bucky’s hand covers his red cheeks when his wife mentions his nickname while Sam pretends not to hear it. 

"Yes." Steve admitted. 

"Congrats.” Natasha smirked while asking him, “So... she's the reason why you want our restaurant to reopen next month?"

"Correct."

"Ow, interesting."

“What makes her unusual was, she’s the only guest that didn’t run when the fight happens.” Bucky said. 

“She’s the one who gave him that dagger.” Sam added. 

“And, we couldn’t find anything about her even with the help from Starks.”

Bucky and Sam told her everything; they told her with excitement like they found a discovery. 

Natasha was immensely impressed when she heard that “Can’t wait to meet her.” 

They wish Steve could find someone that can accept who he is. In the last relation he had, they tried to change him by asking him to leave the mobster. It ended up badly, making Steve became bitter about everything. 

If this woman not afraid to see what happened today, perhaps she could accept who Steve is.

"Me too." Said Steve, his lips could reach his eyes. His eyes are still looking at the dagger, thinking that he has to impress her the next time they meet.

A/N: Dum Dum dum~~~~ 

The female reader turned out to be a retired assassin.  At first, I want to make the reader be Peter’s godmother, but I don’t want her to be that old, so I change it to stepsister. 

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>>>Chapter 3

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Wicked Romance

Chapter 3

Character : Mob!Steve Rogers x Retired Assassin Female Reader

Summary : Steve was hoping to meet the right one until he met her. But is he ready to be with her? He thought his life already dark because of his job. He wouldn’t able to find a woman that strong enough to face the hardship to stand beside him. Turn out his life is nothing compared to her. 

Warning : No smuts, since I don’t know how to write it. Peace y’all. 

Today (Y/N) drive Peter to his workplace; the business still close, but Wanda wants him to come to discuss which recipe they should use for the grand re-opening.

Usually, Peter use his bike to go to work. But (Y/N) offers to use her car since she’s also going out.

Peter notices a big back on her backseat. “Where are you going?”

“My friend needs my help.”

“Hmm.” He was silent if (Y/N) mention ‘help’ means including guns, explosions, and deadly battle.

“Who’s your friend?”

(Y/N) felt nervous, she bit her lips. “John Wick…??” She answered him with questions because she knew he doesn’t like it when dealing with underworld stuff.

The atmosphere suddenly became quiet.

She felt nervous because he became quiet. “Are you mad? Don’t worry Bambi, I’ll be back before you know it.”

She glanced a bit to see his reaction wondering if he’s mad. Well, she’s right cause Peter’s head is looking out his window and he already put on his earphones. (Y/N) sighed inwardly, she couldn't help it when her former comrade asked for her help.

Their ride was silent until her car stopped at Peter's destination. From her view, she could see the restaurant almost done with the renovation. The worker put in new furniture and chandeliers.

“Have a good day Peter.” (Y/N) rests her on the steering wheels; she smiles sweetly at Peter, but he still give her a cold shoulder.

She doesn’t like it when he ignores her, so when he gets out of the car and closes the door, (Y/N) open the car window and screams, "Bye, I love you!!!"

Honestly, he didn’t play any song to his ears; he only put it on just for show because it’s too early to argue with (Y/N). How shocked he was when he heard her sudden shout. 

Peter was embarrassed because there are many people in front of the store and pedestrians right now. All eyes and giggle are directed to him; he pulled down the hoodie to hide his face.

(Y/N) giggled like a maniac, she shouted again, “Peter, I won’t go until you say it back!!”

Peter huffed before turning around and ran to the car again. “Love you too, don’t get killed and don’t ruin your new carpet with blood this time.” After he said that, he ran into the building. He wishes he could dig a hole and hide right now.

(Y/N) feels satisfied after knowing he’s talking to her again. She drove the car, heading to her battleground.

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When Peter stepped inside, he saw his colleague chuckled when they looked at him. He tries to act cool and walks towards Wanda table.

Peter felt a big shadow covering him; it made him stop walking. He glanced through his shoulder and saw his boss, Sam, Steve, and Bucky, looking at him with a weird smile.

“Ehm, can I help you sir?” Peter's shoulder became tense; he has never been this close with them.

Bucky put his arms around Peter’s shoulder. “Have you had breakfast Peter?”

“Yea… Waiitt….” Before Peter could finish his answer, Bucky carried his body like a potato sack.

Peter doesn’t understand why he got treated like this. They enter the private room that is only reserved for the elite patron.

Bucky drops Peter to the seat while Sam offers the kid an apple juice. Steve is standing in front of him.

“That was a nice car Peter.”

A light bulb appears in front of Peter; he could figure out what they will ask him about (Y/N).

Peter is right; three of them are curious even before they heard a woman shout towards Peter.

Why?

Because of the car.

Today (Y/N) drove using her car of the day, which is a Lamborghini Aventador.

Even the sound of the car engine made everyone turn their head to see it—no exception for Steve, Bucky, and Sam.

####

Before Peter arrived.

Steve, Bucky and Sam, are already at the restaurant to supervise the working progress. They were heading out after making sure everything was fine until they heard a loud engine sound.

How surprised they were when they saw Peter step out from the car. Steve could see it was a woman who drove the car.

“Hmm, Peter usually drove a bike here.” Said Pietro, who joined them.

“He acts like a poor kid turned out he’s rich.”

They are still looking outside, trying to see who the driver is. Lucky for them the car window rolled down.

Steve almost popped out his eyes when he saw the woman he was longing to meet is the car owner.

“Hmm is that Miss Lilly?” Pietro recognised his favourite customer. His hunch was correct all this time; Peter and she knew each other.

“Bye, I love you!!!”

The adult male gasped when they heard her shout towards Peter.

“Oh my god, Peter is a sugar baby and Miss Lily is his sugar mama.” Pietro gasped.

Steve knocked the bartender's head lightly. “Go help your sister.” Pietro rolled his eyes and left to help Wanda.

Bucky looked at Steve, who had a jealous expression on his face. “Ask the kid.” He knew his friend had been looking for the mysterious girl for weeks, but they found nothing. It turns out the one who gives them the information is here.

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.

.

“Thank you, it belongs to my sister.”

How relieved Steve was when the word ‘sister’ came out of Peter's mouth.

"You never mention you have older siblings. "

"Step sibling actually."

"Hmm."

"So her name is Lily Parker?" Bucky opened his notebook and put her name in the database. He thought they could find something, but they didn't.

Peter raised his eyebrow.

"Come on Peter, you know what we do. Our boss here is interested in your older sister."

“We didn’t share a last name. Her name is Lily Belcher.”

Bucky immediately types the last name. He smiled after they finally found what they’re looking “Steve, come and take a look at this.”

Steve looks at the screen; he could see her occupation as Special Project Analyst, skills in archery, karate, and Muay Thai.

“In which industries she’s working?” Steve asked Peter.

“Automotive.”

Steve can’t be fooled; this is must be fake info of her. There’s no way an analyst hide a dagger under her dress. There’s a lot of question in his head right now, but he needs to wait until everything is ready.

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Peter and others are having lunch together until Vision turn up the TV volume. Usually, they let it on without any voice. But today, breaking news is different because they could see a camera moving and show Brock and his lackey are asleep on the plane runway.

“Today in the middle of the city, there’s a guy riding a horse and shooting a certain group and some witnesses said a female helping him. Then a private jet that belongs to Mr Rumlow got stolen by them. The culprit put the passenger to sleep as you can see.”

The big bosses are laughing out loud in the office; they could hear it from outside.

“Hahaha, who is this guy? Who ever did this to Brock, I owe him a drink.” Bucky has the loudest laugh. 

While they were laughing, Peter almost choked to death. He was drinking water when he heard the news—only one brave enough to steal in daylight.

#####

Inside the stolen private jet, a woman treats a wounded male with blood everywhere on his body.

“Does it really necessary to steal from him? There’s a lot of empy jet that we could use.” John Wick is lying on the small couch while closing his eyes because (Y/N) stitching his open injury.

(Y/N) answer while trying to finish her job. “That guys annoyed me, because of him my tea time got ruined.”

John chuckled, hearing her childish reason. “Remind me not to get on your bad side (Y/N).”

Another day, 

Another challenge.

Finally, Steve business re-opened again. He and his friends are welcoming their guest together. But secretly, he’s nervous, thinking if she will come or not. He kept dreaming about her.

“Punk, your girl is here.” Bucky alerts his friend.

Steve turns his head to the entrance. He became dumbfounded at one moment when he saw her step into the building. She was beautiful, and when not smiling, she looked more dazzling, her presence hypnotising her spectators.

“Great party Rogers.” (Y/N) compliment the host party while handed him liquor as a gift.

Steve was surprised when she gave him a gift. “You don’t have too.” He prepared to decline in the polite matter, but Pietro grabs the bottle.

“The Dalmore 62??!!” He almost screamed when he saw the label. Because of his job, he knew a lot of expensive liquor. The one he’s holding is costly. Even with his salary, there’s no way he could buy this drink.

“Thank you Miss Lily.” Pietro looks at Steve with a big smile. “I’ll put this into your collection boss.”

Steve rolled his eyes to his childish bartender, he felt annoyed, but he became less tense when he heard her giggle. He ordered a drink from Pietro assistant for both of them.

The beautiful couple talks like it’s only them who inside the room.

"Lily Belcher is not your real name right?" Steve twirl the whiskey glass in his hand.

"Maybe, why do you think that?"

"Can I know your real name?"

"What are you gonna do about it?"

Steve smirked; he lowered his head to get closer to her ear and whispered something that made her giggle.

"That sounds fun."

"How about a bet? If you win I will tell you my real name."

"But if you win?"

"I'll get free food everytime I come here."

Steve chuckled, then he let out a big laugh. He never thought a girl like her would ask this from him. Somewhat refreshing actually; well, he won't mind if he lost because he could see her every time she came here.

"Deal."

Steve hug her waist intimately. "What exactly is the challenge?"

"How many spies we could find in your party."

Steve looked at her face with a big question mark.

(Y/N) rolled her eyes and act playfully in front of him. "Ah, come on Steve I know this grand party also a silent announcement that this place is neutral. Like where the law enforcement and mobsters could enjoy their drink and food together."

Steve was impressed with her judgment.

"My guts tell me you already figure who it is."

She tapped her lips"Yeah, not the police cause they don't want to deal with mobster. My guess is…" She whispers to him, "C.I.A."

Steve gripped his wine glass; he felt annoyed he got an uninvited guest tonight.

"They won't target you tonight. I assure that."

"I fell safe already cause an angel like you guarding me." Steve responded.

(Y/N) laugh bitterly that's what man calls her like love, baby, and another sweet nickname, but after they break up, she gets called bitch, or satan.

"Who could figure who the spies the most won."

"Deal."

(Y/n) is walking away from Steve, but he holds her waist. "Let's do it together." Since he doesn't want to let her wander around, other males will try to flirt with her. Nope, not on his watch.

“I forgot to tell you, there’s a time limit.” (Y/N) move away from his embrace; she taps her watch. “We have 30 minutes. Time is ticking Rogers.”

Steve’s hand felt empty when she stepped away, but he more determined to finish their bet. "Okay."

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Bucky, Sam, are looking at Steve, who acts like a lovesick puppy. They could tolerate Steve for leaving them to attend to their guest. Since the main reason for today party is to impress her. It seems like the plan is a success. Steve and she are inseparable.

Sarah and Joseph Rogers enter the party together. Usually, Steve would welcome them immediately, but they didn’t see a glimpse of their son.

Sarah approach her son best friend to ask, “Where’s Steve?”

Bucky smiled at her. “He’s with a special guest tonight.”

Joseph smirked since he understands what Bucky just said: “I would like to meet her.”

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(Y/N) use her skill to seduce the spies; most of them were unprepared for a beautiful lady like her to approach them. They are here to get information. Her method was quiet; she put sleeping pills into their drinks. One by one, the spies excuse themselves to the bathroom to wash their face. That’s where (Y/N) knocked them down.

While Steve uses his status as the host party. He is a proper host; he gave a warm welcome to the spies. The spies knew they are done. They want to refute, but they are already in the wrong since they fake the invitation. Steve is considerate and doesn’t want to make a scene asking them to go back to their car.

When Steve walks behind the spies, he sees her already standing leaning to the car.

“20 minutes, not bad. How many that you found?”

“Three.” Her finger pointed to the three male who fell asleep.

Steve smirked. “Four.”

“No way.”

“Look like I won.”

(Y/N) clicked her tongue. “How?”

“I have the upper hand from the beginning since I’m the owner. I knew who the guests were and the people who work under me.”

“Ah, I haven’t checked the kitchen. My dress-code won’t allow me to enter.”

Steve nodded. “There’s one waiter who I've never seen before, he works alongside Pietro, your favourite bartender.”

The spies felt like a light bulb for the couple; they excuse themselves quietly by dragging their team, who fell asleep, back into their car and drive away. They bet the couple doesn’t notice nor seem to care about their presence. It’s uncomfortable watching the mob boss flirting.

They were right; the couple doesn’t care at all. They went back to the building where Steve takes her to the terrace; he already arranged it to be beautiful; he requests to make the light illuminate the flower perfectly.

“So my mysterious guest would you tell me your name?”

Under the light, Steve saw her beautiful smile “(Y/N) Parker. I’m pretty sure you already know about me and Peter.”

Steve nodded. “He’s lucky to have a beautiful sister like you and your name sounds perfect to my ear.”

He put his arm around her waist and leaned his head near her ear. She could feel his breath kinda tickle her neck. “(Y/N), what kind of reward will you give me since I successfully redecorated this place and won the bet today?”

She always likes a straightforward person like Steve. She doesn’t mind his aggressive touch. This time it (Y/N) turns to whisper in his ear. What she said almost made Steve’s leg become jelly. If he didn’t maintain his self-esteem, he would lose at this moment.

“Oh, I’m sorry I thought this place is empty.” A guest interrupted. 

Steve sighed; another one tries to disturb their private moment. He asked her if she wants to come to his house, to which she immediately agreed.

“Not saying goodbye to your brother?”

(Y/N) doesn’t worried about Peter since she taught him lethal self-defence. There’s a lot of sharp weapons if someone tries to hurt him. “He’s fine.”

Both of them get into the car; Steve drives back to his place.

When they headed to their destination, they got attacked again. (Y/N) and Steve’s make-out session got disturbed.

��BANG’

Both of them knew it’s a bullet that hit Steve’s car. He already prepared for this kind of attack, all of his car already modified with bulletproof.

Guess who? Brock, he’s made a fuss since he didn’t get the invitation.

Steve felt guilty looking at his date, but his worries are all gone when he saw her look excited.

“Keep driving.”

“What?”

(Y/N) hand move to touch Steve blazer that made him shocked because of her hand touching his abs.

“(Y/N) now is not the time.” Steve hold his breath.

(Y/N) she laughed because Steve seemed misunderstood; she didn’t say anything that made him more frustrated. If the situation is different, he wouldn’t mind.

Her finger found Steve’s gun that attached to his belt. “I’m going to borrow this for a moment.”

“That’s dangerous, let’s stop here.”

Before he stops the car, (Y/N) opens the window; her body still stays on the seat; she puts out her right that holds the gun. She saw her target through the car window.

“Drive to the left a little bit Steve.”

“What?”

“Now.”

Steve does as she told. It gave her a clear shot at Brock's car.

‘BOOM.’

Steve gasped, his head kept turning back, looking at the scene; with just one shot Brock’s car tire got shot that made them lose control and hit the concrete barrier.

He finally able to stop his car. “That was a big crash.”

(Y/N) felt proud with just one bullet, she able to ruin the car chase. “If they die, that’s on them.”

“You’re amazing.” Steve grabbed her cheeks and brought her head closer to him so he could kiss her. It’s been a long time since he gets excited like this.

‘I never met a woman like you.’ 

They only been together for hours but Steve already felt the connection. And tonight even though there’s a lot of distraction, he could be himself when she stay beside him. 

He hope she would be the last one. 

So they drive back to his place and do the deeds. 

(BANG! BANG! BANG!)

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While the couple is enjoying their intimate moment, the atmosphere quite different in C.I.A HQ.

‘THUD’ The sound of a pile of document being smashed to the table made the people who stand fidget a bit. They put their head down since they too scared looking at their boss.

“DAMN IT!!!”

“It was perfect, but all of you failed the mission. How?”

The person who just punched the table and screamed at her subordinate is Peggy Carter, also Steve ex-girlfriend. They were together in the military, but they broke up after Steve decided to work with his father.

She is pissed that her plan to get her people to be the informant for the mob, using the party tonight, has failed.

C.I.A has trying to get dirt from Steve group; they even use Peggy to fool Steve since they had a history together. Peggy uses this mission to make Steve quit being a mobster boss, but it’s such a difficult task to change his mind. Her mission was failed when Natasha found out.

Peggy knew she’s finished when Natasha confronted her.

Her betrayal hurt Steve, and he banned her from stepping into his territory.

“Who found you?”

“The big boss.”

“Argh, that even worse.”

“And there’s one more that is helping him. She’s the one who put the other three to sleep.”

“She?” Peggy raised her eyebrows.

“Yeah and a pretty one. This is the first time we've seen her with Rogers.”

“Have you found out who it is?”

“We use facial recognition, her name is Lilly Belcher.” One of the agents gives her a document.

She read the file “She looks innocent to be with Steve.”

‘and beautiful’

Peggy clenched her fist when she looked at the photo. The break-up left bitterness in her heart. From the story, she heard from her agents, seems like this woman is strong and doesn't mind playing along with Steve. The totally opposite of their relationship.

'Perhaps he found his right partner.'

Peggy doesn't like that idea “I won’t let you have a happy ending Steve.”

>>>CHAPTER 4 IS HERE.

A/N: uUHH... Steve has a bitter ex. 

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cloudy days by @autumnrose40

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OKAY HELLO HELLO IM ON THE FLOOR AND SHAKING RN

im sorry it took me so long to reblog this lexi ive been really shit at reading and reblogging recently but thank you so much for joining ESPECIALLY WITH MOB STEVE HELLO I LOVE STEVE AND MOB AUS THIS IS PERFECTIONNNNN

the whole ‘telling my friends my sex life’ trope is so funny especially with steve because you knowww hed either be red and embarrassed as fuck or put you in your place like he did here and girllllll LEXIIII

THE PUTTING IN THE PLACE HELLO??:$&2&3&:& first he ignores her which???? bye🙄🙄 fuck u steven and then of course WE HAVE TO SEDUCE HIM!$$$&2&/& and it works cuz no matter how hard steve tries he WILL NOTT BE ABLE TO IGNORE THE READER!!!!

but then he full blown punishes her and makes her regret it im skskdjjdke’ing rn which??? is it really a punishment lets be honest skksksks LIKE THIS PART SPECIFICALLY has me frothingggggg

IM A WHORE NOW BYEEEE!!/$2&2

So what if you come home from a night out with your girlfriends and you admit to Chris that you told them some intimate details about your sex life, probably because you were a little buzzed and he feels the need to punish you... or at least remind you who’s boss?! 😝😈

(Ok so wow this is very highly likely to happen w me lol, I'm a SLOPPPPY happy drunk😭😅😂)

Pairing: Mob!Boss Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader

Warnings: smut, dom-sub dynamics (a lil), rough sex, oral, 18+, MINORS DNI, dubcon (if you squint), language.

A/N: I saw this in my inbox and just KNEW it was meant for Steve. And just in time for @cloudystevie 's 4k mob! AU challenge! Love you, Jasmeen, congrats once again on 4k, sweetie!! I actually wanted to make the reader the mob boss, but oh well. :) Maybe a Mob!Steve AU, AU. Hope you enjoy!

Minors, stay away; YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR OWN MEDIA CONSUMPTION. Not beta'ed, any mistakes made, grammatical or otherwise, are all mine. I post only on Tumblr and AO3, nowhere else. Dividers by the wickedly amazing LOML @firefly-graphics

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Dire Consequences

You stumble back to your booth from the restroom, feeling pleasantly buzzed. The alcohol was kicking in, and you could feel your inhibitions and trepidations melt away. You weren't sure what to expect when your college girl gang had recommended a girls night out, but you knew it would be fun. Goodness knows how long it had been since you'd left the house alone, without a security detail, or with Steve by your side. The dinners he took you on were exquisite; good food, good wine. The people were a little intimidating, but nothing you couldn't handle.

Yeah, he was a great boyfriend, gave you your space, always kept your needs before his. But girls just wanna have fun, y'know? You'd asked him, somewhat irritably, for some time to yourself, to be your "old" self. If he was surprised, he didn't show it. He saw you in your black bodycon dress, the outfit hugging every curve of yours, the heels making your ass curve seem more prominent. He kissed your cheek, told you to have fun, the outfit driving him nuts. There was nothing more he wanted to do than to bend you over his desk and fuck you, just to remind you who you belonged to. But he settled for a deep kiss, the sensations making his pants seem tighter than usual.

Calling his head of security, he made sure to give firm instructions about you and your safety.

You sat at your booth, sipping your tequila sunrise, the booming music diverting your attention. You'd moved to a quieter, more private section of the club. Idly, you thought how Steve would feel in a place like this, with loud music, and people grinding and making out. He'd probably pull you into the bathroom for a quickie, ruining your makeup so that the others would know what the both of you were upto. The thought made you chuckle.

"Uh-oh, are you drunk already?" One of your friends giggled, passing you a shot glass.

"Uh, no, I was just thinking about my boyfriend." You muttered, feeling a bit embarrassed. A chorus of OOOHs and AWWWs went around the table, further elucidating how drunk everyone was. You chuckled, bowing your head in partial embarrassment and shyness.

"So tell us what you were thinking!! Was it a 'I miss my boyfriend' thought, or a 'I really wanna go home and fuck him' kinda thought?" Your friend Melissa drawled, sucking on a wedge of lemon.

"A little bit of both." you admitted.

"You don't get out and party like you used to, hun! Is the sex that good that you don't even want to leave the house?" There were loud cackles at that, the girls drunkenly cheers-ing at that, you included.

"I'm a lady, girls, I don't kiss and tell."

"Damn right, you just fuck him and go radio silent!" Kathy inched closer, "but seriously, your boyfriend's a real hottie, what's sex with him like? He must be good, cuz you've got that glow of great sex on you, baby!"

Sighing deeply, you grin. "It's the best sex I've had in my life. He's even better than my goddamn vibrator." There were loud hoots and WOOHOOs at that. "We need more deets, hun!"

You signalled the waiter, ordering another round of shots. "Buckle in girls, coz it's about to get wild!"

You stumble into the great manor, cursing the house help for switching off the lights. You should've stuck to wine, but one thing led to another and before you knew it, 2 shots had become 5, and you were now buzzed enough to know that you were sure to earn the ire of your beloved boyfriend.

You silently made your way up into your bedroom, hoping and praying that Steve was deep asleep. You winced as the door creaked a little bit, but other than that, there was no activity. As you were about to enter the bathroom, the room suddenly flooded with light. Oh crap.

Squinting, you noticed Steve standing by the door, wearing his gorgeous deep blue silk robe, looking like a meal. Your insides stirred, the conversations you had in the evening stoking the flame within you ever so slightly. There was no denying it, your man was sexy as hell.

"Hello, doll." he said, his voice menacingly low.

You gulped. Oh this was such a bad sign. You would rather he yelled at you, or even shouted a little, than this outright cold and quiet demeanour.

"Hi, babe! Why are you awake? I thought you said you had to leave early tomorrow!" You grinned nervously, trying not to slur or mispronounce words.

His lips thinned, a tight smile gracing his lips. "Oh, it got cancelled. There were more pressing matters at hand back home.", stressing the words like they were cuss words.

You bristled a little. “If you mean to say that I was the matter, then you shouldn’t have cancelled. I’m a big girl and can easily take care of myself.” Jesus, where was this coming from? Liquid courage was lethal indeed.

His jaw tightening, he took half a step towards you, before stopping himself. “I think you must be a little tired. Go change and come to bed...sweetheart.” he said, a little too sweetly. You frowned. Something was up, he was never this calm and controlled.

Dazed, you walked to the bathroom, still a little buzzed, trying your best to get the makeup off. You could feel Steve’s eyes on you, gauging your level of drunkenness, which was throwing you off even more. Why wasn’t he yelling and getting it over with? It would be easier and much less nerve racking. With a sigh, he took the cotton ball from your hand, gently wiping away the eyeshadow from your eyes and carefully taking off your false lashes. Turning you towards the mirror, his eyes meeting yours, momentarily breaking you from your haze of alcohol-soaked consciousness. His eyes were darkening, as he revealed parts of your body, inch by inch. You gulped, thinking this was it. This is what you wanted. 

To your surprise, and dismay, he started letting your hair out of your intricate updo. “So how was your night out? Did you have fun?”

“Yes, a lot. It had been a long time since we just got together and chilled, y’know? All of us have our lives, our stuff, boyfriends, it was good to leave all that behind and just dance away our worries.”

Steve chuckled, pretty sure that this was the alcohol talking. He pushed the dress off your shoulders, listening to you ramble on about the night.

“-and then we did shots and gossiped like there was no tomorrow, we talked about our partners, work troubles, oh, Melissa has SOOOOO gotten herself into an FWB situation with her boss, it’s so juicy, and-”

Steve smiled till he heard the boyfriend part. Knowing how willingly you were giving up information to him now, only the Lord knows what you would’ve said about him. Clearing his throat, he asked, “partners? What about them?”

Your eyes widened a little, as you averted your gaze. Shit. The word vomit should’ve been controlled better. You knew Steve would catch your bluff in an instant.

“Oh..you know...general stuff..” you trailed off, unsure of what to say next. You didn’t need to wonder for long, since he turned you to face him, his gaze unreadable.

“Try again, sweetheart. This time, the truth, please.”

“Just a few things, like dates..and...sex..and stuff...” you mumbled, your earlier bravado forgotten as you heard Steve’s growling order. You looked at him to see his head cocked to one side, eyebrow raised. He wanted more information. Uh-oh.

“I just told them about that time you tied me up, or when you used a clit stimulator and our sex swing. But that’s it, I swear!” you hurriedly add, seeing his nose flare again. 

You were expecting the worst. But he didn’t do anything. Instead, he finished undressing you, dressed you in your sleeping shirt and picked you up bridal style, placing you on the bed. Switching off the lights, he spooned you from behind, his arm circling your waist. Puzzled, you settled in for the night, desperate to ask him what the matter was. You slowly drift off, his arms cocooning you protectively.

You woke up the next morning, in high spirits. Your thigh atop Steve’s you relished in the feel of him against you, his warmth, his scent the most calming thing in the world. You snuggled into him, your breath ever-so slightly tickling his neck. He grunted, shifting a bit, cracking open an eye.

"Good morning sweetheart." He rasped, his morning voice scratchy. It was kinda hot, you realised, as you slightly rubbed your core against him, hoping to entice him. He groaned, turning to face you, his nose mere inches from you. Oh, this was it. Finally. The anticipation since yesterday night was killing you.

Rubbing his nose against yours, he left a small peck on your lips. You tried to deepen the kiss, but he pulled back, kissing your forehead. You frowned, unable to understand his hands-off approach.

"Gotta go, have some work to complete, doll." He mumbled, making his way to the shower. You contemplated joining him but heard the door lock. What was with him? What had you done??

You got up, pulling on some shorts, ready to confront him when he got out. All guns blazing.

You stopped short when you saw him come out of the bathroom, steam engulfing his form. The towel was hanging loosely from his hips, making you lose your train of thought. You couldn't take it anymore. Lunging at him, you lock your hands behind his neck, attacking your lips with his. He gasped, surprised by your sudden attack, catching you as you wound your legs around him. After a beat, he started kissing you back, his tongue caressing yours, his hands pulling you closer to him, kneading your ass. Walking back, he deposited you on the bed, his towel falling off in the process. He was on you in a beat, kissing you like there was no tomorrow. You hungrily kissed back, running your fingernails across his muscular torso. He groaned, thrusting against your core, the thin barrier of your shorts ignored. You gasped as the action lit up your insides, the coarse material of the shorts adding to the sensations. Your hands made their way to his hips, pulling him closer, wanting more. He panted, mouth slack as he picked up his rhythm, rutting against you. You moaned, cupping his cheeks, warmth flooding through you and coursing through your veins. Kissing down the column of your neck, he buried his nose between your breasts, his hips gaining momentum. You couldn't believe it; here you were, humping like adolescents, and yet, it was firing you up like nothing else. You could feel yourself getting closer to your peak when suddenly, Steve stopped his actions. Sitting up, he gave himself a few strokes before he came on your breasts, his spend trickling down your belly, his growl ringing in your ears. You couldn't believe it. That son of a bitch had left you hanging. This had almost never happened. You sat up indignantly, ready to unleash hellfire.

"WHAT DID YOU JUST-"

Your words were cut off by a knock on the door. Pulling on a pair of shorts, Steve opened the door slightly, talking to his head of security, as you silently fumed, murmuring petulantly to yourself. The audacity of this man. Closing the door behind him, he then proceeded to get dressed quickly, like nothing had happened. Not giving you a chance to say anything, he kissed your hand before adding gruffly, "we'll talk about this later." He left you to stew in your irritation and sexual frustration, all the while wondering what exactly is it that you did to have this punishment meted out to you. You took care of your needs in the shower, pissed off that it was your hand at your core and not his tongue or mouth, working their magic.

With the streaks of orange settling in the sky, it brought with it the promise of "talking later." You'd just gotten back from classes, dressing yourself in an emerald green teddy with matching stockings, hidden underneath your floor length gown. You'd hoped to entice Steve into action with it, the want and need to have him within you unbearable with every passing moment.

Waltzing down the corridor to his study, you knocked a few times before entering. Steve was sitting at his desk, reading some documents. Your mouth watered at the sight in front of you: Steve in a black dress shirt, his sleeves rolled up to his elbow, his black leather chest holster sitting tight against his wall of muscle. You could feel your core tighten, wanting nothing more than for him to throw you to the floor and fuck you in a frenzy. You gulped, suddenly realising that in the battle of seduction, he was probably winning. And he wasn't even trying.

"Sweetheart, you just gonna stand there gawking, or are you gonna say something?" He drawled, raising his eyebrow, mouth quirked up in amusement. You looked down, suddenly a little shy. Control yourself, you have to win this, you reprimanded yourself.

"I was just wondering where you were. We were gonna have a talk, weren't we? I'd hate to be late to an appointment with you, I know how much you hate waiting." you said, your voice silky, going straight to Steve's groin. He clenched his jaw, leaning back in his chair, his mind working a mile a minute. You took the opportunity to saunter towards him, making sure to maintain eye contact with him as you sunk to the floor, eye level with his crotch. His eyes darkened, his thighs tightening around your torso, as he sat back. He was waiting for your next move; the ball was in your court. Running your palms over his thighs, you kissed him through the soft material of his slacks. He really did have amazing legs; well sculpted, strong. Reaching his crotch, you nuzzled him, leaving kisses on the tent which had formed.

Standing up suddenly, he grabbed your hand, hoisting you up to stand, as he took a velvet pouch from the drawer.

"You know what, sweetheart, I think we should continue this in the bedroom. Come." He ordered, his voice thick with emotion. Bewildered, you placed your hand in his as he practically dragged you to your room. Maybe the seduction worked better than you had expected.

Locking the door behind him, he turned to face you. His eyes were a dangerous mixture of lust, love and anger. You didn't know whether to fear it, or to revel in it. All you knew was that you needed him, like the air you breathed; you were a starving woman at a banquet.

"So, you wanted to talk. Talk, princess."

You gulped. "Why have you been keeping your distance from me since yesterday?"

He smirked, his smile evil. This smile. You'd only seen it a handful of times before. When a particularly difficult connection made the mistake of being an informant for the police, Steve had merely smiled at the news. It made your blood run cold. The next day, the connection was found dead in the most gruesome way.

He walked towards you, like a predator stalking his prey. Your back hit the bed as you walked back, legs moving of their own accord. Your heart rate spiked, your words stuck in your throat. Steve stood in front of you, his gaze impassive. Bending down, he hauled you over his shoulder, throwing you onto the bed. You squealed, bouncing on the bed, gawking at Steve. Truth be told you were a little scared, you'd never seen him so unhinged. Sure, he was kinky, but he made sure that he never unleashed his angry mob boss in bed.

And now? Now you found yourself on the bed, your teddy pulled down to your breasts. Steve was laving on them, his tongue a hot brand on your overheated body. You wanted to hold him, to run your hands through his hair, but he'd handcuffed you to the bed. Asshole.

"You see, princess, I'm a private person. And you told your friends about our personal life. That's a little...rude, wouldn't you say?"

"Steve, I swear, it was the alcohol, I didn't mean to tell them OH-!" You broke off, feeling Steve circle your nub, his finger intrepid and curious. He pressed his lips against your open mouth, slipping a finger into your channel. You whined, wanting more. He was doing this to prove a point.

"I'm sorry, Steve, it was a mistake! It was a lapse, I swear!" You wailed, feeling his fingers stop. Sitting up, he grinned as he moved to retrieve the pouch he had gotten earlier. Moving down your body, leaving fleeting kisses as he did.

You jerked as you felt something smooth running along your inner thigh, raising your head. You met his gaze, his grin lascivious as he rasped, "trust me." You gasped as you felt an intrusion, a small rubber disc pushed into you.

"Steve, what-"

"Shhh. Consider this a punishment, sweetheart." He held up a remote, "this controls the level of vibrations of the toy. Let's see how well you take this punishment."

You gulped, wrenching your eyes shut as he switched the damn thing on, the vibrations wreaking havoc on your already sensitive nub. You suddenly felt a jolt, sensing that Steve had increased the intensity.

"S..Steve..I.."

He caressed your breasts, tweaking your engorged peak. You jerked your neck to the side, unable to handle the stimulation. Your legs shook, groaning aloud as you felt Steve's tongue lick a stripe along your drenched folds.

"Steve, please, please, please!" you could hear yourself pathetically beg, but you didn't care. Your dam was about to burst, when all of a sudden, Steve switched off the toy. You screamed in frustration, wanting nothing more than to strangle Steve, the way you were feeling.

Hoisting himself up on his hands he rubbed his nose against you, chuckling at your expression; practically staring him to death. Running his tip along your folds, he pushed into you in one swift move, with the toy still inside. You looked up at him in bewilderment, eyes widening as you felt the vibrations start again.

With that, Steve unleashed all his pent-up energy since yesterday. He didn't give you a moment to adjust, his rhythm unwavering and unapologetic. Each thrust was aided by the vibrations of the toy, threatening to drive you insane. You felt tears pool in your eyes as the sensations overwhelmed you beyond your capacity. You tugged at the handcuffs, wanting to hold him, to steady his rhythm, but he was lost to the feelings as well.

"Take it, slut. Take it all. I hope you've learnt your lesson now." He grunted, groaning as he felt your walls contract at his filthy words. Tears streamed down your face as you felt yourself steadily approach your peak. This time, he didn't stop, instead doubling his speed, leaving bites along the column of your neck.

You screamed as the belly in your coil unfurled, the dam finally breaking. The tears wouldn't stop as you felt the aftershocks run through your body, like liquid electricity. Your legs felt like they'd just run a marathon, hanging limply from the side of the bed. Steve followed shortly after, shouting as he reached his peak, his spend coating your walls, your core clenching around him as the last aftershocks subsided. He slowly pulled out of you, pulling the toy out gently, mumbling apologies as you hissed.

Opening your eyes, you saw him undo the cuffs, stretching beside you as you gathered your wits. You ran your fingers through his beard, the prickly sensation welcome against your palm. You grinned mischievously as you told him,

"This was definitely a thousand times better than what I told the girls."

OK IT'S NOT THE BEST BUT OMFG I COULDN'T HELP MYSELF.

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[cloudystevie]

EYRE BAE!! firstly thank you so soso much for joining my challenge!!! it means the world to me!!! 💞💘💗muahmuahmuahmuah

(to not clog the dash ill put it under a cut)

the smut omg!!!!!! im. wow. barely even noon and i feel myself melting away😩 this had all of my kinks put together 🤌 possessiveness, PUBLIC SEX OMG WHEN THEY COULD HEAR HER MOANING FOR HIM THAT SHIT IS TOP TIER

the smut omg!!!!!! im. wow. barely even noon and i feel myself melting away😩 this had all of my kinks put together 🤌 possessiveness, PUBLIC SEX OMG WHEN THEY COULD HEAR HER MOANING FOR HIM THAT SHIT IS TOP TIER

these parts???

DEAR LORDDDD😩 THIS HAD ME 🤌 WHEW

and the characterization of steve like i really just have to take a step back and admire it because the way you wrote him just exudes such an intense and dominating aura and it just consumes you so entirely and i love it so much omg😩💞💘💗

once again thank you so much for joining my challenge bae it means the world to me!!!! 🥺💗💘💞

Firestone - Steve Rogers smut

The one where Steve is your mobster boss and he’s been patiently waiting to make you his.

Warnings: smut, mob au, gunplay, dirty talk, public sex, possessiveness, oral sex (f)

Word count: 1.4k

A/N: thank you to my lovely @marziwritesfic​ for looking this over for me! I figured this would be perfect to help @cloudystevie​ celebrate 4k followers! Congrats, Jasmeen! You deserve many, many more!

“Can you bring me another one, princess?” She looked up to confirm what it was that I needed and nodded, quickly preparing my usual scotch on the rocks. I watched her with captivated eyes. She was such a hard worker, easily the best bartender I had ever employed.

But I had other reasons to like having her around.

“Care to join me for this one?” I asked after she deposited my drink in front of me. She chuckled and shook her head, used to my antics by now. We always did this, me and her, ever since she got hired to take care of the bar in one of my nightclubs. The one I started visiting much more frequently after she became my employee.

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[stargirlfics]

Congrats again Jasmeen!!! Ilysm! 🥰🥰🥰🥳🥳💖💖 and oooh mob au challenge? Don’t mind if I do!!! I’m excited for this!!!

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*  thank you guys so much for 4k followers! i don’t even know how to express my appreciation for all of you that interact with me but i’m so thankful for all my moots and friendships i’ve made even if we don’t talk much. and i genuinely don’t know where i’d be without any of you or tumblr🥺💗✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 

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[bluemusickid]

Jasmeen this is one of the best reviews I’ve read, the way I CACKLED!!! Hahahhahaha I bet he was embarassed, this is just he manifested it 😎 Thank you so much for reading, and thank you for this amazing challenge! Congratulations once again, honey!! <3

So what if you come home from a night out with your girlfriends and you admit to Chris that you told them some intimate details about your sex life, probably because you were a little buzzed and he feels the need to punish you... or at least remind you who’s boss?! 😝😈

(Ok so wow this is very highly likely to happen w me lol, I'm a SLOPPPPY happy drunk😭😅😂)

Pairing: Mob!Boss Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader

Warnings: smut, dom-sub dynamics (a lil), rough sex, oral, 18+, MINORS DNI, dubcon (if you squint), language.

A/N: I saw this in my inbox and just KNEW it was meant for Steve. And just in time for @cloudystevie 's 4k mob! AU challenge! Love you, Jasmeen, congrats once again on 4k, sweetie!! I actually wanted to make the reader the mob boss, but oh well. :) Maybe a Mob!Steve AU, AU. Hope you enjoy!

Minors, stay away; YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR OWN MEDIA CONSUMPTION. Not beta'ed, any mistakes made, grammatical or otherwise, are all mine. I post only on Tumblr and AO3, nowhere else. Dividers by the wickedly amazing LOML @firefly-graphics

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Dire Consequences

You stumble back to your booth from the restroom, feeling pleasantly buzzed. The alcohol was kicking in, and you could feel your inhibitions and trepidations melt away. You weren't sure what to expect when your college girl gang had recommended a girls night out, but you knew it would be fun. Goodness knows how long it had been since you'd left the house alone, without a security detail, or with Steve by your side. The dinners he took you on were exquisite; good food, good wine. The people were a little intimidating, but nothing you couldn't handle.

Yeah, he was a great boyfriend, gave you your space, always kept your needs before his. But girls just wanna have fun, y'know? You'd asked him, somewhat irritably, for some time to yourself, to be your "old" self. If he was surprised, he didn't show it. He saw you in your black bodycon dress, the outfit hugging every curve of yours, the heels making your ass curve seem more prominent. He kissed your cheek, told you to have fun, the outfit driving him nuts. There was nothing more he wanted to do than to bend you over his desk and fuck you, just to remind you who you belonged to. But he settled for a deep kiss, the sensations making his pants seem tighter than usual.

Calling his head of security, he made sure to give firm instructions about you and your safety.

You sat at your booth, sipping your tequila sunrise, the booming music diverting your attention. You'd moved to a quieter, more private section of the club. Idly, you thought how Steve would feel in a place like this, with loud music, and people grinding and making out. He'd probably pull you into the bathroom for a quickie, ruining your makeup so that the others would know what the both of you were upto. The thought made you chuckle.

"Uh-oh, are you drunk already?" One of your friends giggled, passing you a shot glass.

"Uh, no, I was just thinking about my boyfriend." You muttered, feeling a bit embarrassed. A chorus of OOOHs and AWWWs went around the table, further elucidating how drunk everyone was. You chuckled, bowing your head in partial embarrassment and shyness.

"So tell us what you were thinking!! Was it a 'I miss my boyfriend' thought, or a 'I really wanna go home and fuck him' kinda thought?" Your friend Melissa drawled, sucking on a wedge of lemon.

"A little bit of both." you admitted.

"You don't get out and party like you used to, hun! Is the sex that good that you don't even want to leave the house?" There were loud cackles at that, the girls drunkenly cheers-ing at that, you included.

"I'm a lady, girls, I don't kiss and tell."

"Damn right, you just fuck him and go radio silent!" Kathy inched closer, "but seriously, your boyfriend's a real hottie, what's sex with him like? He must be good, cuz you've got that glow of great sex on you, baby!"

Sighing deeply, you grin. "It's the best sex I've had in my life. He's even better than my goddamn vibrator." There were loud hoots and WOOHOOs at that. "We need more deets, hun!"

You signalled the waiter, ordering another round of shots. "Buckle in girls, coz it's about to get wild!"

You stumble into the great manor, cursing the house help for switching off the lights. You should've stuck to wine, but one thing led to another and before you knew it, 2 shots had become 5, and you were now buzzed enough to know that you were sure to earn the ire of your beloved boyfriend.

You silently made your way up into your bedroom, hoping and praying that Steve was deep asleep. You winced as the door creaked a little bit, but other than that, there was no activity. As you were about to enter the bathroom, the room suddenly flooded with light. Oh crap.

Squinting, you noticed Steve standing by the door, wearing his gorgeous deep blue silk robe, looking like a meal. Your insides stirred, the conversations you had in the evening stoking the flame within you ever so slightly. There was no denying it, your man was sexy as hell.

"Hello, doll." he said, his voice menacingly low.

You gulped. Oh this was such a bad sign. You would rather he yelled at you, or even shouted a little, than this outright cold and quiet demeanour.

"Hi, babe! Why are you awake? I thought you said you had to leave early tomorrow!" You grinned nervously, trying not to slur or mispronounce words.

His lips thinned, a tight smile gracing his lips. "Oh, it got cancelled. There were more pressing matters at hand back home.", stressing the words like they were cuss words.

You bristled a little. “If you mean to say that I was the matter, then you shouldn’t have cancelled. I’m a big girl and can easily take care of myself.” Jesus, where was this coming from? Liquid courage was lethal indeed.

His jaw tightening, he took half a step towards you, before stopping himself. “I think you must be a little tired. Go change and come to bed...sweetheart.” he said, a little too sweetly. You frowned. Something was up, he was never this calm and controlled.

Dazed, you walked to the bathroom, still a little buzzed, trying your best to get the makeup off. You could feel Steve’s eyes on you, gauging your level of drunkenness, which was throwing you off even more. Why wasn’t he yelling and getting it over with? It would be easier and much less nerve racking. With a sigh, he took the cotton ball from your hand, gently wiping away the eyeshadow from your eyes and carefully taking off your false lashes. Turning you towards the mirror, his eyes meeting yours, momentarily breaking you from your haze of alcohol-soaked consciousness. His eyes were darkening, as he revealed parts of your body, inch by inch. You gulped, thinking this was it. This is what you wanted. 

To your surprise, and dismay, he started letting your hair out of your intricate updo. “So how was your night out? Did you have fun?”

“Yes, a lot. It had been a long time since we just got together and chilled, y’know? All of us have our lives, our stuff, boyfriends, it was good to leave all that behind and just dance away our worries.”

Steve chuckled, pretty sure that this was the alcohol talking. He pushed the dress off your shoulders, listening to you ramble on about the night.

“-and then we did shots and gossiped like there was no tomorrow, we talked about our partners, work troubles, oh, Melissa has SOOOOO gotten herself into an FWB situation with her boss, it’s so juicy, and-”

Steve smiled till he heard the boyfriend part. Knowing how willingly you were giving up information to him now, only the Lord knows what you would’ve said about him. Clearing his throat, he asked, “partners? What about them?”

Your eyes widened a little, as you averted your gaze. Shit. The word vomit should’ve been controlled better. You knew Steve would catch your bluff in an instant.

“Oh..you know...general stuff..” you trailed off, unsure of what to say next. You didn’t need to wonder for long, since he turned you to face him, his gaze unreadable.

“Try again, sweetheart. This time, the truth, please.”

“Just a few things, like dates..and...sex..and stuff...” you mumbled, your earlier bravado forgotten as you heard Steve’s growling order. You looked at him to see his head cocked to one side, eyebrow raised. He wanted more information. Uh-oh.

“I just told them about that time you tied me up, or when you used a clit stimulator and our sex swing. But that’s it, I swear!” you hurriedly add, seeing his nose flare again. 

You were expecting the worst. But he didn’t do anything. Instead, he finished undressing you, dressed you in your sleeping shirt and picked you up bridal style, placing you on the bed. Switching off the lights, he spooned you from behind, his arm circling your waist. Puzzled, you settled in for the night, desperate to ask him what the matter was. You slowly drift off, his arms cocooning you protectively.

You woke up the next morning, in high spirits. Your thigh atop Steve’s you relished in the feel of him against you, his warmth, his scent the most calming thing in the world. You snuggled into him, your breath ever-so slightly tickling his neck. He grunted, shifting a bit, cracking open an eye.

"Good morning sweetheart." He rasped, his morning voice scratchy. It was kinda hot, you realised, as you slightly rubbed your core against him, hoping to entice him. He groaned, turning to face you, his nose mere inches from you. Oh, this was it. Finally. The anticipation since yesterday night was killing you.

Rubbing his nose against yours, he left a small peck on your lips. You tried to deepen the kiss, but he pulled back, kissing your forehead. You frowned, unable to understand his hands-off approach.

"Gotta go, have some work to complete, doll." He mumbled, making his way to the shower. You contemplated joining him but heard the door lock. What was with him? What had you done??

You got up, pulling on some shorts, ready to confront him when he got out. All guns blazing.

You stopped short when you saw him come out of the bathroom, steam engulfing his form. The towel was hanging loosely from his hips, making you lose your train of thought. You couldn't take it anymore. Lunging at him, you lock your hands behind his neck, attacking your lips with his. He gasped, surprised by your sudden attack, catching you as you wound your legs around him. After a beat, he started kissing you back, his tongue caressing yours, his hands pulling you closer to him, kneading your ass. Walking back, he deposited you on the bed, his towel falling off in the process. He was on you in a beat, kissing you like there was no tomorrow. You hungrily kissed back, running your fingernails across his muscular torso. He groaned, thrusting against your core, the thin barrier of your shorts ignored. You gasped as the action lit up your insides, the coarse material of the shorts adding to the sensations. Your hands made their way to his hips, pulling him closer, wanting more. He panted, mouth slack as he picked up his rhythm, rutting against you. You moaned, cupping his cheeks, warmth flooding through you and coursing through your veins. Kissing down the column of your neck, he buried his nose between your breasts, his hips gaining momentum. You couldn't believe it; here you were, humping like adolescents, and yet, it was firing you up like nothing else. You could feel yourself getting closer to your peak when suddenly, Steve stopped his actions. Sitting up, he gave himself a few strokes before he came on your breasts, his spend trickling down your belly, his growl ringing in your ears. You couldn't believe it. That son of a bitch had left you hanging. This had almost never happened. You sat up indignantly, ready to unleash hellfire.

"WHAT DID YOU JUST-"

Your words were cut off by a knock on the door. Pulling on a pair of shorts, Steve opened the door slightly, talking to his head of security, as you silently fumed, murmuring petulantly to yourself. The audacity of this man. Closing the door behind him, he then proceeded to get dressed quickly, like nothing had happened. Not giving you a chance to say anything, he kissed your hand before adding gruffly, "we'll talk about this later." He left you to stew in your irritation and sexual frustration, all the while wondering what exactly is it that you did to have this punishment meted out to you. You took care of your needs in the shower, pissed off that it was your hand at your core and not his tongue or mouth, working their magic.

With the streaks of orange settling in the sky, it brought with it the promise of "talking later." You'd just gotten back from classes, dressing yourself in an emerald green teddy with matching stockings, hidden underneath your floor length gown. You'd hoped to entice Steve into action with it, the want and need to have him within you unbearable with every passing moment.

Waltzing down the corridor to his study, you knocked a few times before entering. Steve was sitting at his desk, reading some documents. Your mouth watered at the sight in front of you: Steve in a black dress shirt, his sleeves rolled up to his elbow, his black leather chest holster sitting tight against his wall of muscle. You could feel your core tighten, wanting nothing more than for him to throw you to the floor and fuck you in a frenzy. You gulped, suddenly realising that in the battle of seduction, he was probably winning. And he wasn't even trying.

"Sweetheart, you just gonna stand there gawking, or are you gonna say something?" He drawled, raising his eyebrow, mouth quirked up in amusement. You looked down, suddenly a little shy. Control yourself, you have to win this, you reprimanded yourself.

"I was just wondering where you were. We were gonna have a talk, weren't we? I'd hate to be late to an appointment with you, I know how much you hate waiting." you said, your voice silky, going straight to Steve's groin. He clenched his jaw, leaning back in his chair, his mind working a mile a minute. You took the opportunity to saunter towards him, making sure to maintain eye contact with him as you sunk to the floor, eye level with his crotch. His eyes darkened, his thighs tightening around your torso, as he sat back. He was waiting for your next move; the ball was in your court. Running your palms over his thighs, you kissed him through the soft material of his slacks. He really did have amazing legs; well sculpted, strong. Reaching his crotch, you nuzzled him, leaving kisses on the tent which had formed.

Standing up suddenly, he grabbed your hand, hoisting you up to stand, as he took a velvet pouch from the drawer.

"You know what, sweetheart, I think we should continue this in the bedroom. Come." He ordered, his voice thick with emotion. Bewildered, you placed your hand in his as he practically dragged you to your room. Maybe the seduction worked better than you had expected.

Locking the door behind him, he turned to face you. His eyes were a dangerous mixture of lust, love and anger. You didn't know whether to fear it, or to revel in it. All you knew was that you needed him, like the air you breathed; you were a starving woman at a banquet.

"So, you wanted to talk. Talk, princess."

You gulped. "Why have you been keeping your distance from me since yesterday?"

He smirked, his smile evil. This smile. You'd only seen it a handful of times before. When a particularly difficult connection made the mistake of being an informant for the police, Steve had merely smiled at the news. It made your blood run cold. The next day, the connection was found dead in the most gruesome way.

He walked towards you, like a predator stalking his prey. Your back hit the bed as you walked back, legs moving of their own accord. Your heart rate spiked, your words stuck in your throat. Steve stood in front of you, his gaze impassive. Bending down, he hauled you over his shoulder, throwing you onto the bed. You squealed, bouncing on the bed, gawking at Steve. Truth be told you were a little scared, you'd never seen him so unhinged. Sure, he was kinky, but he made sure that he never unleashed his angry mob boss in bed.

And now? Now you found yourself on the bed, your teddy pulled down to your breasts. Steve was laving on them, his tongue a hot brand on your overheated body. You wanted to hold him, to run your hands through his hair, but he'd handcuffed you to the bed. Asshole.

"You see, princess, I'm a private person. And you told your friends about our personal life. That's a little...rude, wouldn't you say?"

"Steve, I swear, it was the alcohol, I didn't mean to tell them OH-!" You broke off, feeling Steve circle your nub, his finger intrepid and curious. He pressed his lips against your open mouth, slipping a finger into your channel. You whined, wanting more. He was doing this to prove a point.

"I'm sorry, Steve, it was a mistake! It was a lapse, I swear!" You wailed, feeling his fingers stop. Sitting up, he grinned as he moved to retrieve the pouch he had gotten earlier. Moving down your body, leaving fleeting kisses as he did.

You jerked as you felt something smooth running along your inner thigh, raising your head. You met his gaze, his grin lascivious as he rasped, "trust me." You gasped as you felt an intrusion, a small rubber disc pushed into you.

"Steve, what-"

"Shhh. Consider this a punishment, sweetheart." He held up a remote, "this controls the level of vibrations of the toy. Let's see how well you take this punishment."

You gulped, wrenching your eyes shut as he switched the damn thing on, the vibrations wreaking havoc on your already sensitive nub. You suddenly felt a jolt, sensing that Steve had increased the intensity.

"S..Steve..I.."

He caressed your breasts, tweaking your engorged peak. You jerked your neck to the side, unable to handle the stimulation. Your legs shook, groaning aloud as you felt Steve's tongue lick a stripe along your drenched folds.

"Steve, please, please, please!" you could hear yourself pathetically beg, but you didn't care. Your dam was about to burst, when all of a sudden, Steve switched off the toy. You screamed in frustration, wanting nothing more than to strangle Steve, the way you were feeling.

Hoisting himself up on his hands he rubbed his nose against you, chuckling at your expression; practically staring him to death. Running his tip along your folds, he pushed into you in one swift move, with the toy still inside. You looked up at him in bewilderment, eyes widening as you felt the vibrations start again.

With that, Steve unleashed all his pent-up energy since yesterday. He didn't give you a moment to adjust, his rhythm unwavering and unapologetic. Each thrust was aided by the vibrations of the toy, threatening to drive you insane. You felt tears pool in your eyes as the sensations overwhelmed you beyond your capacity. You tugged at the handcuffs, wanting to hold him, to steady his rhythm, but he was lost to the feelings as well.

"Take it, slut. Take it all. I hope you've learnt your lesson now." He grunted, groaning as he felt your walls contract at his filthy words. Tears streamed down your face as you felt yourself steadily approach your peak. This time, he didn't stop, instead doubling his speed, leaving bites along the column of your neck.

You screamed as the belly in your coil unfurled, the dam finally breaking. The tears wouldn't stop as you felt the aftershocks run through your body, like liquid electricity. Your legs felt like they'd just run a marathon, hanging limply from the side of the bed. Steve followed shortly after, shouting as he reached his peak, his spend coating your walls, your core clenching around him as the last aftershocks subsided. He slowly pulled out of you, pulling the toy out gently, mumbling apologies as you hissed.

Opening your eyes, you saw him undo the cuffs, stretching beside you as you gathered your wits. You ran your fingers through his beard, the prickly sensation welcome against your palm. You grinned mischievously as you told him,

"This was definitely a thousand times better than what I told the girls."

OK IT'S NOT THE BEST BUT OMFG I COULDN'T HELP MYSELF.

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[jobean12-blog]

Omg his words. I’m was on fire before he even made a move. Fuck. Love this! I love his cockiness but it’s laced with a softness that is just perfect!🙌🏻❤️

Firestone - Steve Rogers smut

The one where Steve is your mobster boss and he’s been patiently waiting to make you his.

Warnings: smut, mob au, gunplay, dirty talk, public sex, possessiveness, oral sex (f)

Word count: 1.4k

A/N: thank you to my lovely @marziwritesfic​ for looking this over for me! I figured this would be perfect to help @cloudystevie​ celebrate 4k followers! Congrats, Jasmeen! You deserve many, many more!

“Can you bring me another one, princess?” She looked up to confirm what it was that I needed and nodded, quickly preparing my usual scotch on the rocks. I watched her with captivated eyes. She was such a hard worker, easily the best bartender I had ever employed.

But I had other reasons to like having her around.

“Care to join me for this one?” I asked after she deposited my drink in front of me. She chuckled and shook her head, used to my antics by now. We always did this, me and her, ever since she got hired to take care of the bar in one of my nightclubs. The one I started visiting much more frequently after she became my employee.

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[bluemusickid]

Congratulations, Jasmeen! Much love hun!!

Ugh this is gonna be an amazing challenge😭💓

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*  thank you guys so much for 4k followers! i don’t even know how to express my appreciation for all of you that interact with me but i’m so thankful for all my moots and friendships i’ve made even if we don’t talk much. and i genuinely don’t know where i’d be without any of you or tumblr🥺💗✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*  in honour of 4k i decided to host a writing challenge! usually i would do a sleepover but i’ve always wanted to do a writing challenge so i decided to just go for it! ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*  this is my mob au writing challenge! (thank you to my wifey @cherrychris for providing clarity with ideas! love u!) ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 

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[nony-bear]

Congrats again on the milestone babes you deserve it and so much more!!! And Omg this looks so fun!!!! I definitely wanna participate!

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*  thank you guys so much for 4k followers! i don’t even know how to express my appreciation for all of you that interact with me but i’m so thankful for all my moots and friendships i’ve made even if we don’t talk much. and i genuinely don’t know where i’d be without any of you or tumblr🥺💗✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*  in honour of 4k i decided to host a writing challenge! usually i would do a sleepover but i’ve always wanted to do a writing challenge so i decided to just go for it! ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*  this is my mob au writing challenge! (thank you to my wifey @cherrychris for providing clarity with ideas! love u!) ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 

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