#steve rogers is a bottom

[howlingcommanddo]

Bucky: as top in this relationship-

Steve: i cannot believe your pulling rank on me.

[hainethehero]

This scene will always get me.

Because Natasha is thinking like a spy. She turns to kiss him, says: "PDA makes people very uncomfortable," trying to explain quickly to Steve that it'll keep them hidden from Rumlow.

And Steve, like the total meatball he is, goes: "yes it does🥺"

And then when she kisses him, her eyes remain opened for most of it while Steve's eyes flutter shut. And it's not that he's into it because he's crushing on Nat, but it's the fact that kissing does not come easily to him. He's hardly had practice and is super shy about doing anything remotely sexual in nature. It's one of his most endearing qualities.

And the way Nat cups his jaw and her thumb strokes his face, like he's totally a submissive kisser. He'd let Nat (or Bucky, or Tony, or Bruce, or Clint, or Thor etc...) take the lead and kiss him stupid. And even after the kiss, his eyes follow her like a little puppy, desperate for more while she turns around to walk down the escalator. Ugh, he's such a bottom.

P.S. his lips are literally so red and plush in CATWS like.... it's not even funny. I'd imagine even the villains are desperate to feel them.

[l1tw1ck]

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

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

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

top!masc reader

cw: size difference (smaller reader), smut

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

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

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

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

[mysterymachine67]

I have a request if that's alright.

Bottom Steve Rogers x Top Male Reader.

Male Reader is a new avenger who's in love with Steve, he thinks Steve doesn't like him until one day at the avengers gym (only the 2 of them are in the gym) Steve notices reader staring at America's ass and decided enough is enough so he decides to tease him using his greatest ASSet, then they have sex bottom Steve.

Can you make this one long, I love your fics I just wish they were always longer.

PAIRING -> Steve Rodgers x Top M!reader

NSFW. MDNI.

Here you go. So sorry this came out late and if it’s out of character 🙏🏻

The first few days went by smoothly. You got everything that needed to be done, done. There were a few…difficulties, but you got through them. All that mattered was that you were learning things that needed to be learned, and that you were doing great. Back to the ‘difficulties’. That consisted of love at first sight. Which you never believed in but once you met this man you couldn’t help it. He was perfect, perfect in so many damn ways you couldn’t explain.

But you couldn’t talk to him. Well, couldn’t get yourself to talk to him. You think he doesn’t like you, nor wants to do anything involving you. Why do you think this? There is no ‘main’ reason to it. Only that whenever you’re around him you swear you can feel some type of hatred toward you. So you leave him alone—minding your own business. And your sure as hell he noticed how distant you were from him.

—

Currently, you’re at the gym. You’re focused on yourself—the weights you’re lifting, and how many more lifts you need to do. You were the only one there and you enjoyed it. But that only lasted a few more minutes before the guy you have a little crush on walked through the doors. Steve Rodgers. The man who you swear on everything hates you. You swallowed as your face twisted with slight irritation. The look you gave him was with pure…jealousy? You’re not to sure what the correct word for it was, but all you knew was that it annoyed you how in love you were. You brushed it off—taking your gaze away from him and regaining back your focus.

Yet, every few minutes you found yourself stealing another look. You couldn’t help it, you practically admired him. You fought to draw your eyes away from him. It only got worse. Your gaze went lower, and lower, and lower till it got to his ass. See, now, you were a respectful man. You were not a creep, nor anything under that category. It was just accidental.

But it kept fucking happening. You’d look over at him when he wasn’t facing you—watching how he handled the gym equipment. Then your gaze would shift, but only for a moment. Not that it made it any better. He did eventually end up catching you. You forgot to look away quickly once he turned back around and you both made eye contact. And you thought he must’ve brushed it off. Hopefully, and not think you’re a creep because that’s the last thing you need to be represented as. But no. Steve did not brush it off, nor let it slide.

You noticed how he started to do more things involving his ass, and how he somehow got closer to you. Hell, he even asked you to help him with something. In which you put your self-control to use. His ass brushed against your front when he moved. You didn’t know what to do; so you kept your hands at a reasonable position and helped him with what he needed to be helped with.

What were you helping him with? That’s a good question. Well, it was a type of workout you’d never heard nor seen before. Was he doing this on purpose? Most definitely. Were you aware? Not so much.

This continued for a lot longer than you thought it would. Not that you…minded, but you’d think it’d be a few minutes tops. Nope. Things…escalated. And by escalated he finally confronted you—getting out of whatever position he had you guys in, and asking so many damn questions about you and why you were so distant. You answered. It’d be disrespectful and rude if you didn’t.

“Can I ask you a question?” Steve asked.

“You’ve asked plenty so far. But hit me.” You answered.

“Do you like me?”

Well shit.

You cleared your throat. Adjusting your clothes and rubbing the back of your neck. “If…I say yes?” You stammered. You’re not even sure he heard you. But then Steve spoke up.

“Then,” He started, locking eyes with you. You nearly looked away, nervous for what’s to come. Did you just fuck up? “We can call it a day. Go hang out, or do something cheesy. How’s that sound?” He offered.

Oh.

Well, except doing any of those things listed. On the way out of the gym Steve mentioned something very suggestive. In which you turned around, dropped your things and made your way to him. Obviously agreeing with what he said.

—

Your hands gripped his ass while crashing your lips against his. It hurt from how hard you did it, but it soon faded away once you heard a sweet sound from the man you’ve liked since the day you met him. The both of you moved toward a nearby wall. When you got close enough you pushed Steve against it; hearing a faint noise come from him. Maybe you pushed him a little too hard. Your lips touched his again while your hands roamed his body. This time, the kiss was more sloppy than the last.

You pulled back and whispered against his lips. “I don’t think you get how much I’ve wanted this. Wanted you.” And oh, the way he looked at you. You kissed him again before he could even respond.

Soon enough you were helping each other take off clothes. They were being thrown somewhere in the gym, a future problem. As soon as Steve got his shirt off your hands were on him yet again. Gripping his flesh and kissing where you could. Steve’s quiet whimpered and soft moans were one of many things that kept you from stopping. His hands stayed on your hips, gripping you tightly and keeping you close. When your lips met his neck he let out a gasp. It got even better when your hand trailed down Steve’s chest. All the way to his hard cock.

You fished his cock from his boxers. Then brought your hand back up to his mouth. “Spit.” You said simply. So he did.

When you finally wrapped your hand around his cock he let out a sigh. Leaning his head back against the wall. He bucked his hips into your hand—seeking more. With the mix of your mouth on him, and your hand on his cock, he was starting to get close. A moan fell from Steve’s lips. A hand of his moving its way up to your shoulder.

“Fuck..’m close.” Steve muttered, sucking in a breath once he felt your thumb rub at his tip. Just a few more thrusts into your hand and he’ll—

“Sorry, pretty boy. But we’re just getting started.” You say, as you remove your hand. Hearing as he let out a groan.

—

You slowly aligned your cock with his hole. Hearing a soft groan and a thud of his head going back against the wall. You cursed under your breath, feeling the tightness of his heat around your cock. Once you were bottomed out you stayed still for a moment. Giving Steve a moment. Well, that was until he urged you on. You had one of his legs on your hip, it helped made your cock dive deeper into him.

You pulled out slowly, watching as his face scrunched up. Before shoving your cock back inside, you gripped his leg tighter. Soon, you started a good pace and rhythm. Steve let out a few small whimpers and moans. You leaned in close, capturing his lips in a kiss. Meanwhile, your free hand started to move to his cock. Wrapping around it and started to stroke. The added pleasure and stimulation caused him to moan into your mouth. In which you tried not to smile. You soon broke the kiss, moving to kiss neck instead.

“Oh, God!” He moaned. Moving his head back against the wall with a thud. Many sounds echoed throughout the gym. Pants, moans, groans, whimpers, etc. all coming from the both of you.

Your orgasm came quick, Steve’s too. Just as you went to pull out he clenched and groan from the loss.

“No, no, just—inside.”

So you shoved your cock back in. Hearing a moan in response to your action. Not that you were complaining. Soon enough you came, painting his walls white while he coated your hand in his own cum. A mix of moans and pants echoed in the gym. But he felt so good, so you kept going even though your hips stuttered. You worked yourself up to a second orgasm in a matter of minutes. Completely ignoring Steve’s whines. But he enjoyed it. A little pain mixed with pleasure is something he didn’t know he’d be into. Your hips came to a halt—not pulling out and staying buried inside of him.

But you put your hand back on his cock and started to jerk him off again. You weren’t gonna let him cum only once. That wasn’t fair. Back to Steve, he groaned then soon let out a whine. Jerking his hips back but then moving them back forward. You heard him curse under his breath before, without a warning, cumming into your hand.

Both of you were breathing heavily. Chest raising and falling with how heavy you were breathing. Once your breathing went back to normal you finally spoke up. “So, you don’t hate me?” You asked. Such a random question after just getting done fucking him.

“Why the hell would I hate you?” Steve replied, still trying to get his breathing regular. In which you shrugged, a conversation for a different time.

[nouearth]

“SOME ENCHANTED EVENINGS”

steve rogers x male reader.

𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐅𝐅 & 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓— headcanon [ 3.4k ] 〳 part two

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒—male reader〳domestic!au 〳mid-century!era 〳'roommates' 〳established relationship 〳 secret husband!steve 〳sexual content: top!steve, bottom!reader, love-making, rimming, breeding, praising, silencing.

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄— y'all, i keep getting distracted with these scenarios, i'm so sorry! everybody say thank you @atomicpaperbrat for making me dream about this headcanon!

𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐑 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃.

Secret Husband!Steve Rogers who reunited with you after demobilization, under less than ideal circumstances.

‣ Steve wanted to surprise you a few hours early.

‣ It was the hopeless romantic in him talking—dreaming—imagining you practically jumping into his arms after he unexpectedly arrived a few hours earlier than he had originally told you.

‣ If you were daring, you'd let your tears fall uncontrollably, sink down onto your knees like the tears had weight to them, and a spotlight would zero in on your complete elation.

‣ A round of applause the audience would have given you if you were an actor in one of those plays you'd taken him to before.

‣ That wouldn't be enough, Steve reconsidered.

‣ A kiss would do it. It would show you—how truly magnificent you were. Waiting for him for so long, writing back to him without delay, sending in snacks from the recently opened grocery store down the block—you constantly raved about their state-of-art coolers that made the air feel all-so perfectly breezy.

‣ "You won't believe it, Steve. Ma and I felt like the cucumbers themselves. We're going there as soon as you come home!"

‣ A kiss would also simply assure you that he was here now, and you wouldn't have to worry about him anymore. It would fend off any doubts about him that you'd have festering in the meantime he was away from home.

‣ If they ever returned, Steve was more than willing to find another way to completely dispel them.

‣ After all, he was a soldier—a man of honor.

‣ Instead, the door was left opened when Steve arrived at their apartment unit like you'd been expecting him.

‣ No room for surprises, huh?

‣ Even if it was a foil on his plan, that didn't mean that Steve was any less of excited. Seeing your backside made all sorts of palpitation rattle within him.

‣ He couldn't possibly imagine what it would feel like when he would come face-to-face with you.

‣ Death, most likely? A coma being the best case scenario.

‣ "Ma, you're not helping. You always said I should be taking care of myself more—no, don't come. Why?! Because you'd only try to take over! Really? Watch my tone? Coming from the woman who almost got arrested when—will you stay put? Steve and I will visit tomorrow. He'll probably be tired when I pick him up. If dinner turns out bad, then I'll get something at the deli and we can have a proper one at your pad. Hey, you do know that I'm your son... right?!"

‣ Steve was always charmed by the banter between the man that he loved and the woman that raised him to be the exact replica of her.

‣ Hearing your voice over your mother's and her voice over yours—she was clearly winning over the telephone—it was beginning to register just exactly how much he missed you.

‣ Missed this.

‣ From the living room, he'd been watching your backside for minutes now yet so much has happened within the time span. You were a busy bee for him.

‣ All four burners were on. One stove was warming up a cast iron pan, another had potatoes boiling in water, and the other two—

‣ Steve never got to peek what was in those two pots because his thoughts were punctuated with a throttling scream.

‣ Maybe there hadn't been a foil in his surprise after all.

‣ "Steve?! What in the world?! What?! I was supposed to—what?! Why are you?! Here?!" ‣ "That's certainly one way to greet a loved one."

‣ "No, no. I'm... just—you're here, Steve. Steve—"

‣ As frequent as Steve pictured the perfect reunion, nothing could ever come close to the feeling—the actual feeling—of your arms wrapping around his broad body, pulling him chest to chest.

‣ It'd been so long since he held someone like this. Someone like you. Someone he cherished.

‣ Steve's hands roamed over your back muscles, pleasantly foreign in his palms—he was instantly reminded when you wrote to him that you had been going on more runs to make up for his absence.

‣ No matter how much you complained about Steve's keen desire for you to join him on his runs before the crack of dawn, you still did it and roused sleep off one step at a time.

‣ That was what husbands did.

‣ It was a strange feeling, recognizing what was familiar—like your tendency to massage his nape whenever you went in for a hug or something as simple as your smile—and then having his reconciliation cut short when Steve noticed your hair styled in a different way that made you look sharper.

‣ Maybe it was a one-time, a new look for this special occasion, but it fit you well. Everything did.

‣ So beautiful, so pretty, so handsome. Steve brushed one hand over your temple and held you there, kissing you once on the lips after.

‣ No words could describe you perfectly. Steve could look through a bunch of thesauruses and glossaries all day, but it would further support his theory that your beauty was simply undefinable.

‣ If it was up to him, he'd create an entirely new set of glossaries that was curated based on your likeness.

‣ For now, he settled on sublime. Your beauty was sublime.

‣ Something outer-worldly that took every muscle and fiber holding his body and turned it into vapor to feed your beauty.

‣ You kissed him back, and he was solid again, returning back to reality.

‣ There would be no killing, only nurturing. You weren't like other gods—you were kind and generous, especially with Steve.

‣ Steve felt your heart race against his own, laughing into your lips at how dangerously oblivious you could be to your surroundings.

‣ "You truly didn't notice me? I was going to surprise you, but I thought you beat me to it."

‣ He inhaled the appetizing aroma of onion, garlic, and tomatoes wafting from your apron, and in midst, detected his favorite cologne on you. The base notes always smelled better on your skin.

‣ "Are you kidding? All I can see in my vision are onions, Steve. Tears! Cutting fifteen onions is a death sentence in itself..! Why did you have to like my mother's French Onion soup so much?"

‣ He sighed at how he missed those lips of yours, silently suffering to control himself from stilling the soft and supple moving pair. It was all overwhelming with so many wants and needs. What would be prioritized first?

‣ Your ramblings were ticklish on his mouth, and that reignited an irresistible impulse to kiss you, to properly kiss you.

‣ "The department of fresh vegetables would like for me to apologize on their behalf—preferably with my mouth. Would that appease you then, Mr. (M/N) Rogers?"

‣ He loved how your name sounded with his last name.

‣ "Appeasing means that I'm demanding for some type of compensation, Mr. Steve Rogers. Does it look like I'm demanding?"

‣ "No, but your lips seem like they're still recovering from the aftershocks from those terribly, malicious onions. Might I say... they look lonely, too?"

‣ "Hm... I guess—I wouldn't be opposed to being relieved of my multitude of troubles..."

‣ Holding your cheeks in between warm, calloused palms, Steve captured the last remnant of your breath and let the yearning—for your lips, for your presence—to seal and hold you shut, against him and over him, all within his strong arms.

‣ It all felt natural. His body responded to yours like he had never left. Memories came flooding back in guidance where to hold you, cherish you with every touch he could remember.

‣ Your lower back. You liked being held there, and so Steve does. You liked it when he fluttered his lashes against your nose too—it sent you into a fit of laughter no matter what mood you were in—and so he does after breaking the kiss.

‣ "Well, I thank you for your service."

‣ Laughing when you laughed, smiling when you smiled.

‣ You arched forward, impossibly closer to Steve's body—satisfied, triumphant as your handsome solider returned back in one piece, safe and sound.

‣ One hand of yours curiously surveyed his body—much more muscular than you had last remembered on the day of his drafting.

‣ "Feels good to be home?"

‣ "It feels... incredible."

𝐃𝐔𝐋𝐂𝐄𝐓 𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐙𝐎𝐍𝐒.

Secret Husband!Steve Rogers who relished in all things quiet and loud on condition that you would be by his side at all times.

‣ More often than not, you and Steve were too exhausted from work to actually plan something for the weekend.

‣ However, if there was one thing that Steve cannot abide, it was doing stuff without you.

‣ "Hold that thought, fellas. I'll need to check with my hu—roommate—friend. He loves getting a drink or two, so..."

‣ It wasn't like you two were inseparable, but those years without you had been agonizing and Steve wanted to make the most of every moment.

‣ Regardless of whether he was having a blast catching up with Bucky and his friends, you were always on his mind.

‣ Drinking at the bar? Steve could hear you remind him to not give into peer pressure and drink however much he pleased.

‣ Though—like it was much difficult to stop in the first place, he was never fond of the taste of gin and Bucky knew that firsthand—buying him a round of cherry soda instead.

‣ You always made sure to thank Bucky by treating him to a couple of drinks yourself.

‣ Grabbing lunch with some co-workers? Steve made sure to buy an extra sandwich or two to take home for dinner. If you liked it, he'd mention the rest of the menu, and suggest what you'd ought to try next.

‣ "Darling, how about we have lunch there tomorrow? You'd be a real goner for the fries."

‣ "That's an incredibly profound proposition you're making there, Steve-o. Extra crispy and salty, straight from the fryer just like how I like 'em?"

‣ "All of that... and brace yourself—your favorite: cold ketchup on the side."

‣ "Steve-o... forget lunch. We're going now!"

‣ Wherever his mind wandered, Steve would always find his way back to you.

Secret Husband!Steve Rogers whose favorite pastime was filling the silence between you two with a vinyl record.

‣ Steve felt safest in his apartment.

‣ So, it was irrefutable to say that his ideal date was simply being at home with you.

‣ Calmly dancing to his favorite record by Jo Stafford, 'The Things We Did Last Summer'.

‣ The early morning hike / The rented tandem bike / The lunches that we used to pack / We never could explain / That sudden summer rain / The look we got when we got back

‣ There was no fear in holding your hands, no trepidation in wrapping his strong arms around your body or kissing you on the neck and lips, all while you held yourself against him and swayed.

‣ The leaves began to fade / Like promises we made / How could a love that seemed so right go wrong?

‣ "I never realized how melancholic the song is, Steve-o."

‣ "It's bittersweet, isn't it? Reflecting upon a love you thought was forever..."

‣ "Is that how you'll think about us for the foreseeable future? Something that was?"

‣ "Well, I can't promise you forever, because that's not nearly long enough. But I can promise that I want to walk with you to our eternal forever. Would you be willing to join me in my search?"

‣ "I'm willing—more than happy to join you, Steve."

‣ "Every step of the way? Even if you can't walk anymore?"

‣ "I'll crawl. If I can't crawl, you're strong enough to carry me the rest of the way. I trust you won't abandon me in purgatory."

‣ "I won't. I would never."

‣ You would follow him to any horizon, and Steve would do the same for you, regardless of what hindrances might lie ahead.

‣ In the end, it felt like home with one another.

‣ And home was the only place where you two could be yourselves.

𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘.

Secret Husband!Steve Rogers who reveled in the deprivation of your peace of mind.

‣ Steve was always a gentleman.

‣ If you had anyone to boast to, that would be an asset of him you would plaster all over billboard signs if you could (or had the budget to, regardless).

‣ So, it was quite expected of Steve to take his time with you, preparing you for one of those nights.

‣ "Steve—honey, come on..."

‣ "I don't want to hurt you, daring. Be patient."

‣ Part of the reason why he took so long was because of how you acted.

‣ Under normal circumstances, you were already impatient as is—so, could you blame him for luxuriating in the sight of your hole desperately clenching for more of him? Whining into the bed as you slumped your chest forward, and taunted him with a wiggle of your ass?

‣ "Look at you. You know how beautiful you look right now? Opening yourself up for me? Being all keen for me?"

‣ Three fingers was what Steve used to stretch you open as you were knelt on the bed on all fours.

‣ One hand stroking your hard wet cock was what made you respond in slow rhythmic cadence.

‣ "I wouldn't know... how about you show me how much you enjoy my ass? Preferably with your impressive cock filling me up...

‣ "Language."

‣ Your body was beautiful—always had been—but exceptionally so as you writhed because of his fingers working inside of you.

‣ Swelled because of his hand fisting your cock.

‣ Sank because of his mouth laving your bloomed opening as a token of appreciation—for gracing Steve with your vulnerabilities.

‣ "You taste so good. I could eat your for breakfast. For Lunch. For dinner. I'd reckon I could make a better meal out of you, darling. I'd have my fill and be satisfied, all because of this sweet confection that's your body, (M/N)."

‣ "Steve—oh, right there—just like that... keep talking to me like that."

Secret Husband!Steve Rogers who sinned with another of his kind, who forced another being to sin with him and exulted him in sin.

‣ Steve was a gentleman, but that didn't mean the man never had any inclination to ravage you.

‣ Only with you—that he would indulge himself fervently like this.

‣ He liked sticking close to your body.

‣ All positions did it for him, but he heavily favored spooning you, pressing his muscular chest to your writhing backside, and withholding you from escaping him—hands by your hips, piling your cavity with a tremendous fill.

‣ No other position could provide Steve the gratification of making love to you like this.

‣ Hearing your disheveled pants, grunts, and moans altogether in his ear.

‣ Feeling you ardently grind back against him as if he wasn't already balls-deep, and losing your sense of rhythm in the process.

‣ Sucking on a patch on your neck and tasting the salt of your skin, of the sweat that Steve and you had collectively harvested together like they were an open orchard.

‣ It all nurtured his pride, feeding into his strength and into the praises you'd graciously honor him as the pleasure of his cock pounding inside of you bellowed.

‣ "Your cock feels so good inside of me, Steve—you feel so good inside of me. Reconstructing my insides with your thick shaft, renewing my body with your mouth, your hands—r-reclaiming my body with your love. God, I'm in love with you. You fuck me so incredibly well."

‣ Your ramblings again, something he'd gotten used to, something he was absolutely smitten with—but this was on another level.

‣ Regarding profanity, Steve made an exception for these occasions.

‣ Fiery, passionate, delirious. Your mind and body was on fire, and Steve was the furnace, pummeling harder, faster—igniting your combustion.

‣ "I'm in love with you."

‣ Steve kissed you with all his might, drowned you in his love, all sorts of emotions beguiling your body to work into overdrive, your mouth to empty a vault of pure contentment.

‣ "Shh, shh. Walls are thin..."

‣ It happened more often than Steve could count—where your uncontrollable moans resounded through the apartment.

‣ You woke the elderly woman next door once and unsurprisingly quelled the woman's worries with your kindness, as lazy as your attempt at lying was, "Must've been the... the wind! Y-you know it is these days... It's been storming quite frequently. Want me to come over and check for any leaks, ma'am? It wouldn't be a bother at all."

‣ As much as he loved hearing you—Steve couldn't take the embarrassment, nor the increasing suspicion on who exactly were the tenants in Room 304.

‣ The better solution would've been to ease his thrusts, slow the pace his hips while making sure you felt every inch—every vein—of his cock throbbing inside of your body.

‣ But this was equally as enthralling—his hand champed shut over your mouth, squeezing at the lower half of your face in a ferocious trial to muffle your pleading moans.

‣ Harder—pounding and filling you amply while his hand restricted you the outlet of your emotions.

‣ "Mfggh, S-Steve!"

‣ "Shh... quiet, You'll wake up the neighbors like you did last time, remember?

‣ "M-mm-mmf—"

‣ Steve got off to this, it was his indulgence—merciless as he was unrelenting in delivering you the utmost pleasure, in submerging himself deep inside of you until you simply came hands-free from the nth time Steve's cock hit that sweet spot of yours.

‣ Your warnings were inaudible, but that didn't mean you didn't at least try. You licked his palm, bit into the thick part of his hand, and he only held you tighter—and that really set you off.

‣ You choked on your own moans, the credence vibrating in Steve's wet palm, and your cock suddenly spurted thick shots of cum.

‣ Steve's spading cock drew every rope out of you, into the air, and onto your stomach and chest.

‣ You turned the mess of your body into a beautiful disaster, and Steve couldn't fathom how he could restrain himself any longer.

‣ "Oh, christ—(M/N)..."

‣ You breathed a deep relief when Steve released your mouth in favor of painting your body with your own cum.

‣ His hand smeared the pool of semen over your stomach, and then upwards to your chest, rubbing the evidence of the love you had for him into your body.

‣ Into his mouth when Steve sucked his fingers to taste—to savor.

‣ And finally into yours, where you eagerly cleansed him off, finger by finger.

‣ Steve watched close, panting and marveling over how pretty your lips looked sucking his fingers, and that was enough for him to erupt inside of your body.

‣ Warmth, you felt his cum flooding inside of you like lava as Steve buried his deep and guttural moans into your neck.

‣ "Feel so full, Steve..."

‣ "Don't let it leak. Squeeze around me..."

‣ You felt the tremors of his body—of his voice—when he resumed his thrusts, albeit slower and much more languid this time around, and milked himself inside of your painted, clenched walls.

‣ "O-oh, I'm so deep inside of you, Darling. Hold me. Hold my loving cock and never let go."

‣ Obscene sounds of Steve's cock creaming you from the inside and out made your sensitive cock jolt, even as you felt him softening within you.

‣ Slowly but surely, Steve's body finally registered with his ultimate high, and exhaustion hit him like a train alongside the melt of your muscles against his.

‣ You exulted in Steve's orgasm, while Steve did the same with yours.

‣ His hands cradled your sensitive cock, tenderly massaging while the other smoothed over your chest.

‣ You turned to watch him in between recovering breaths, delightfully triumphant despite the risk of being with someone like Steve—a complete sin.

‣ Breathing as two, bonding as one.

‣ "I won't let go."

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

[dangerousstrawberryshark]

Comradery

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

🇺🇸Word Count🇺🇸→ 1.5k

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

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

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

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

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

That’s what led to the moment now. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

XXX

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

This one decision would change everything for him. 

THE END

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

Anyways, very special thanks to my proofreader, @sagethgaywitch

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[malertop]

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

The Unexpected

Bottom Steve Rogers x Top Male Reader

Present:

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

one hour ago:

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

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

[daydaydayrk420]

I'm the one who asked about the story including a sextape but I'm gonna send an ask after this asking if you received this because sometimes my asks won't send although I hope this one will, but here's the plot.

Steve Rogers x Male Reader.

Plot- the male reader is a new avenger and when he first meets Steve he catches him doing squats in the gym and immediately he can't take his eyes off his bubble butt and Steve notices but as soon as she sees the reader he falls head over heels and he sees him just staring at americas ass so over the week Steve does everything to try and tease the reader using his ass but when the reader doesn't take the hint he decides to surprise him. After a workout the male reader goes back to his room and is shocked to see Steve naked on his bed on his hands and knees showing off America's ass, Steve asks if the reader wants to make a sex tape and reader agrees immediately and so he starts recording and then begins the smut. Please include bottom Steve Rogers and top male reader, include reader rimming Steve, Steve twerking for the male reader, the sex, and then the reader blowing his load all over America's ass while Steve twerks for him again then you can include how it ends like if they decide to become a couple or not and if they decide to keep the sextape for themselves or post it for the world to see.

Show off

Steve Rogers X male reader

⚠️ bottom Steve, top reader, sex tape, rimming, cum shot ⚠️

🚨minors and girls do not interact 🚨

📜 synopsis: y/n is a new avenger and he gains an interest in an ass of a certain team member. Little does he know that that team member is planning something dirty .📜

Y/n has joined the avengers about a week ago.

He blended in quite fast. Everyone immediately started talking to him and starting friendships.

But there is one man who has caught y/n's eyes the most.

Or well.... More like an ass has caught his attention.

Y/n was exploring the avengers tower when mostly everyone was on missions.

He memorised every floor.

Now he's down to the last one he'll probably use the most.

The gym / the training room.

Y/n opens the door with low expectations. It's just a gym. How much difference can there be in an avengers gym and a normal one.

But when y/n opens the door. He's not disappointed.

A couple of meters away from him is a man working out.

A man with an ass.

America's perfect ass.

He's shamelessly staring that he doesn't notice the door shut.

The sound of the doors shutting gets the squatting man's attention. He turns around and sees y/n focused on his ass.

He should feel disgusted. Get up and confront the man about his behaviour. But... He likes the attention?

Why?

He looks away as if he didn't catch the man staring and continues his squatting.

Maybe it's because the attention is on his ass? Not his...goody two shoes captain America persona?

Is this how Steve finds his guilty pleasure?

He finishes his set and gets up. He walks over to get his water bottle only to find the stranger still staring.

"Oh hey. Didn't see you there. Are you the new guy?" Steve pretended and walked over with a smile. He offered his hand for a handshake as he waited for a response.

"Oh uh... Yeah that's me. I'm y/n" Y/n cleared his throat and shook the blond man's hand. "Nice to meet you." He said with a smile but his mind is still focused on the ass.

"So what brought you to the gym?" Steve asks as he turns around to put his water bottle on a nearby bench. He makes sure to sway his ass as he walks.

"Oh I was just... exploring. Getting to know the place." Y/n said as he tries to keep his voice calm. His eyes immediately glued to the man's ass.

And Steve is fully aware. He can feel the hungry eyes whenever he moves.

That's how they met.

And this is how it's going.

Steve is currently in the avengers kitchen. Waiting for the one and only to finally wake up and get his coffee.

Speak of the devil. Y/n, messy as ever and drowsy as a sleeping cat, walks in and drags his feet towards the coffee maker.

"Good morning." Steve said with a grin as he watched how y/n barely held his eyes open.

"mmmrnin..." Y/n tried to speak but his voice is too weak and he's too tired to bother to properly use his mouth.

Steve can't help but laugh.

"Here, let me get your mug before you trip over your own foot trying to get it." The captain said as he leaned over the counter and reached for a mug on the top cupboard. Why do all that? So he can show his ass of course.

But, y/n doesn't seem to care as he's too focused on what type of coffee he wants.

Steve Huffs quietly in disappointment and gives him the mug.

It's been like that for a week.

Steve has been trying everything to show off his ass to y/n. To give the new avenger a hit, a hint that says ' please fuck me '. But the new avenger is so god damn clueless.

The captain just has to take matters into his own hands.

It's Friday.

Steve knows y/n's schedule.

Wakes up at 10. Makes breakfast. Goes to explore the tower as he's still getting used to the layout. And at the end of the day he goes to the gym to tire himself.

So Steve waits. He waits for y/n to go to the gym so he can begin his plan.

"hey Steve wanna join me at the gym tonight?" Y/n asked as he walked by the captain.

"Oh I'd love to but I can't right now I have something to do." Steve wasn't technically lying. He does have plans. And they still include y/n.

"Oh...okay well, next time." Y/n tries to hide his disappointment bug goes to the gym anyway.

Once the sight is clear Steve rushed into y/n's room.

"Fucking hell..." Y/n pants as he's finally in front of his room. He reaches for the handle immediately. Y/n can't to just shower and go to-

"Hey handsome," Steve said with a grin.

Y/n stares wide eyed. Is that... Steve on his bed? Naked?

Yes.

Steve is intact naked. On his elbows and knees with his butt as high as possible. He sways his ass invitingly.

Y/n snaps out of it and quickly shuts the door and locks it.

"Steve-" y/n stops talking when the captain wiggles his ass more.

"Come here and fuck me in front of this camera." He offered and reached behind himself to spread his perfectly round cheeks to show that he's already prepped.

"You - you want to film a sex tape?" Y/n's mouth practically watered at the view.

"With your consent of course," Steve lifted himself so he's only on his knees so he can turn at y/n better.

Y/n's eyes darken with greed. "Is it recording?"

Steve nods. The camera is in fact already recording. It was holstered right next to the bed facing the doors that y/n walked through. So it caught his reaction perfectly. Now it'll perfectly record the upcoming.

That's all it takes for y/n to rush to the bed and push Steve forward so he's on his elbows again.

The captain lets out a surprised gasp. Once he recovers he gets comfortable and wiggles his ass again.

Y/n is naked in an instant.

Y/n strokes himself as he leans down to spit at the captain's hole.

"Fuck waiting." He muttered to himself and latched onto the captain's hole.

He ate him out like a starved man. Steve gasps and moans. Who would've known that y/n's tongue would be so skilled?

The captain whines and pushes back against y/n's face. "Fuck...that tongue is perfect. So fucking perfect." Steve's blabbering out loud as if he was narrating for the camera.

Y/n groans but buries his face more in Steve's ass.

"Please Y/N i need your cock." The captain pleaded.

Y/n pulls off and licks his lips

He's so excited he can only mutter words.

"Lube." He orderes. Steve reaches under the pillow and gives the lube to y/n. He himself is impatient.

Y/n is fast. He's already lubed up and lining up. He grips Steve's ass cheek with one hand and pushes in. He gives the camera a side eye as Steve moans. His back arches and his ass pushes back against y/n.

"Oh fuck you feel better than I imagined." Steve whined and gripped the sheets.

Y/n doesn't give Steve any time to adjust and starts moving immediately. He pulls out almost all the way before he snaps his hips to thrust back in.

The rhythm of the hard thrusts cause the bed to rock against the bed. Y/n checks the camera to make sure it's still recording.

Steve's moans only get louder and louder. His hands eventually found the headboard and gripped it do tight his knuckles turned white.

"Please." The captain's plead is practically spelled out as his voice jumps with each bounce that's caused by the thrusts.

"Your ass is so perfect you know that?" Y/n groans and reaches for the camera.

"I'm gonna paint this ass white." He said and pointed the camera at the captain's hole to show how well he's taking y/n's pounding.

The lube has turned white with use. It's collecting itself at Steve's rim. And y/n makes sure to focus the camera on it.

Steve arches his back, pushing his ass more onto y/n. "I'm close." The captain moans. He reaches down to stroke himself.

Y/n holds the camera with one hand so he can smack the captain's ass with the other. He makes sure to catch every important detail. How the cheek turns red. How Steve's hand is moving fast around his own cock to chase his release.

"Me too." Y/n grunts and smacks Steve's ass again.

The camera captures how fast y/n moves inside the captain. The video will be shaky. But that only adds to the passion.

Steve's hand goes still around his cock as he's hit with an intense climax. But y/n doesn't film it. He films how he pulls out and quickly strokes himself with his free hand.

The captain is trying his best to hold himself up. He looks behind his shoulder to watch how y/n films stroking himself. He can tell that the man is close too so he starts to shake his ass a bit. He would shake it more if he wasn't so exhausted already.

But that's all y/n needs to cum and cover Steve's ass with his cum.

Once he finished Steve finally gave in and collapsed onto the bed.

Y/n follows shortly afterwards.

They're both a panting mess.

Steve however, he turns to face y/n with a shit eating grin. "You look satisfied," he teased the other man as he scooted closer to caress his chest.

Y/n smiles tiredly and looks at the captain. He rests his hand on Steve's hand that's caressing his chest.

"You were amazing." He said with a soft smile and leaned in for a kiss.

The captain doesn't hesitate and returns it immediately.

"Are you still recording?" Steve asks with a chuckle and reaches for the camera that still has a red blinking light.

"Maybe." Y/n chuckles too and watches Steve check the recording.

"we should do that again some day." Steve said with a smile after he turned the camera off and placed it on the nightstand.

He turns to y/n again and lays his head on his chest.

Y/n smiles and runs his finger through the soft blond locks. "Yeah we should."

They both fall asleep with smiles on their faces.

In the morning they'll be smothered with questions about why they were so loud last night to the point y/n once suggests to show them the video which Steve of course declines.

But who knows. Maybe one day Steve will want others to see the tape as well.

[topbuckyandbottomsteve]

nightmare

[captinamericashusband]

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

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

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

Juno

Word count: 2.8k

Summary: I might let you make me Juno 😉

Warnings: Unprotected sex, oral sex

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“The what, Steve?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Juno?” Y/N responded.

“Yeah, that one.”

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

Steve didn’t say anything. Instead, he smiled at Y/N, grabbing his hand and holding it tightly. Y/N responded by giving him a meek smile. They both were met with another silence, their love-laced gazes filling each other with a comforting warmth. 

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

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

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

FIN

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

[hainethehero]

HEADCANNON: MARVEL VILLAINS FOAMING AT THE MOUTH FOR CAPTAIN AMERICA...

The Avengers visit The Raft to question any of the numerous villains about their evil plans for World Domination™️...

"Where's the pretty one? I'll only talk to the pretty one."

Tony, Thor, Bruce, Clint and Steve all look at Nat, who wrinkles her nose and raises a questioning brow. But then the villain cackles and shakes his head.

"Nah, I mean the pretty blonde with the puppy eyes, big tits and the gorgeous ass."

And they're all like, "oh... ohhhh" and look to Steve, who blushes and looks away shyly. Call him a prude, but, by his estimation, he'd just only thought fondue was a euphemism for sex.

And it doesn't stop there!

The villain goes into every vulgar detail about what he'd like to do to Steve and exactly how he'd do it. He talks about how he'd pull his hair, bite his neck, suck on his tits, leave his lips bruised.

Saying lewd things like:

"You'd look so fuckin pretty riding my cock, princess." and "God, I'd love to put you on your hands and knees. I'd rail you so good sweetheart."

All the while the other Avengers look on with various expressions of concern and confusion- well, Tony just looks sort of intrigued, but that's besides the point. Steve's face is aflame, eyes looking everywhere but at his teammates.

Then Clint speaks up and warns, "Yeah, might wanna hold your horses on this one, dude. Unless you want the Winter Soldier on your ass."

And the villain just looks even more interested and says excitedly, "I love a challenge. I'd go to war for that ass."

Natasha shrugs, "More like a suicide mission."

And Tony says, "Yeah buddy, you don't touch Rogers while Bucky Barnes is still breathing."

Then Steve sputters because um, no, the Winter Soldier does NOT like him like that. He'd barely said more than ten words to Steve despite them always being paired up for SHIELD missions! Barnes always acted all stoic and annoyed whenever Steve spoke to him. And he always acted all pissy and disgusted whenever Steve was instructed to join his operations, even though Steve would be under his command!

Like, there was no winning with Barnes so why the hell did everyone on his team think Barnes would be pissed right now?!

But then the villain pipes up, "Whatever you say. I'm willing to negotiate with Malibu Barbie. Get me in a room with him and I'll tell you everything you need to know."

And Natasha goes, "Wow, not even negotiating for a lesser sentence? Just one-on-one time with Rogers?"

The villain says, "Oh, I can always hatch a plan of escape some other time. But this? Oh, I'm gonna be the envy of all the other baddies out there."

And the Avengers all frown because what?

"What d'you mean by that?" Thor questions to which the villain says, "Wow, for the world's heroes you guys really are out of the loop."

And after leering at Steve again, he explains, "Evil plans for world domination aside, a lot of us have our likes and dislikes, our vices and poisons. The truth? Everyone's just foaming at the mouth to get their hands on this one."

[l1tw1ck]

Dysfunction or Wrong Direction?

bottom!Steve Rogers x top!male reader

☆ Word Count: 1,032 ☆

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

His eyes widen, cheeks red. “Oh.”

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

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

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

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

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

“It’s sir.”

He blushes. “Sorry sir.”

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

“Again- please-”

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

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

“You wanna come, Steve? Beg for it.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m giving you time to adjust.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Steve moans. “Yes~!”

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

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

“Yeah? Come for me then.”

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

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

He nods. “Wha- whatever you want~”

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

“It's warm..” Steve moans.

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

[buckys-baby-boy]

[male-readerwriter]

Hey male reader writers.

Can we normalize not using female anatomy in male x Male Reader Smut fics, it's just a little weird that literally every single male reader smut I have ever read uses words like (pardon my language) "pussy" or "cunt" for the male reader or the male character, it's weird.

And it feels like it's being written for female readers instead of male readers, please can we change that.

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EDIT: THIS POST ISN'T TALKING ABOUT FTM (I'm personally not ftm so I've never read ftm fics I'm specifically talking about amab) sorry for any confusion.

[marrziy]

eu te imploro, faça uma fanfic do capitão america plmds

ESSE HOMEM É LINDO E EU NÃO AGUENTO MAIS 😭😭

Steve Rogers x Male Reader

"Dura matina"

M . C . U

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

★. Gênero: hot (smut)

★. Palavras: 2.1k

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

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

2° pessoa - presente

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Seu crime?

Ser absurdamente desejável, mesmo estático na maior das monotonias.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Steve empurra uma vez e choraminga.

Empurra novamente e estremece.

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

O quarto movimento é desajeitado e trêmulo.

A partir do quinto, a contagem se perde.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ele precisa de bem mais do que isso para caber.

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

[digital-nocturne]

Wifey Steve Rogers

Lazy headcanon, Tony loves calling Steve his wife, or the missus when he's doing press conference's. So when he shows up to events with a hand on Steve's waist kissing him everyone's very confused.

Posting from my drafts. Probably won’t finish this cause I don’t know what to do with it :( I’m running low on inspiration and ideas, helpppp

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"Mr. Stark! Over here!" "Mr. Stark one last question, please!" Tony flashes his usual, charming grin. "Yes, you in the purple blouse, what's you're question?" "You've spoken very fondly of your wife, we were wondering if you'd ever bring her around to your conference's. You're so open about everything, except her." The reporter frowns, extending her mic towards him. Tony just chuckles, "Yes, she is very sweet and you're welcome to meet her at this evenings charity ball at the Avengers Tower." There's a burst of murmurs throughout the crowd of reporters and interviewers, a few scribbling in their notepads. Tony's phone buzzes in his pocket, he glances quickly to check the caller I.D. seeing Steve's contact light up on the screen. "Speak of the devil, I've gotta take this- I'll see you all at the charity ball. Dress nice." Tony winks, leaving reporters scrambling trying to get a few more questions in as Tony breezes past to take the call.

Quickly he finds an empty conference room, ducking inside he answers the phone. "Hey gorgeous what's going on?" There's a beat of silence and Tony grins to himself knowing he'd successfully flustered his dear wifey. He can only imagine Steve's face and the way his ears get all red when he's embarrassed. Steve sighs on the other side of the phone, "Are you almost back..?" Tony's almost startled by how soft Steve's voice comes through. "Yeah I just finished- are you alright? Did something happen? Did your fitting go wrong-" Tony rambles on, anxiety twisting his gut slightly. "No, nothing like that. I got my outfit picked I'm just, excited to show it off is all."