Summary: He thinks you’re trying to escape him, even though he’d made it clear who you belong to. Though the truth is far more innocuous than that.
Words: 2.1k
Warning: Dub-con, past non-con implied, kidnapping, Stockholm syndrome, smut, language. 18+ ONLY
A/N: Inspired by this ask I got . Finally getting back to writing in more than a month.
He was going to tie you to the bed and never let you free. Anger flowed through his veins as he sneaked into the museum, looking around for you. Sam and Bucky snickered behind him, and he resisted the urge to flip them off.
“Cap, can you see any heat signature?” He asked Sam. Sam looked around, turning this way and that until he pointed at the hall on the right.
“That’s your girl right there Steve.” Sam answered, his shield reflecting the dim lights of the museum back. Steve nodded, asking them to stay back and hold off any cops who came in while he went in and got his girl out. Bucky had disabled the alarms you had triggered, but he was sure the place was about to be swarmed with authorities any second now. He had to get you out before that happened.
How did she not faint when he jumped out of the freaking window with her omg I would’ve screamed so loud. But I loved this 🥺 idk why it reminded me of King Kong casually carrying “his” girl in his hand, cute.
“(...) Steve’s hand still wrapped around your arm. You chanced a glance at him, shuddering at the sheer anger on his face. Shit. You were a goner.” wow this really satisfies my fear kink 😏 if fear kink is a thing. “He was your captor, but he was also the man who would scale every corner of the earth to give you what you want.” I developed a Stockholm Syndrome just from this sentence alone lmao.
Okay I was so confused like why would she run away to steal soil from the museum and girl I was not disappointed with her reasons 🤣 that’s so cute and so funny at the same time 🥺 she just wanted o help the werewolves.
“he fucked you as if branding you from within, he held you as if he could merge you into himself” so raw and possessive, I’d be stealing soil every day if that’s the reaction I’d get out of him 😏 not even mad about calling her a dumb bitch. I’m curious what would he do to Peter if he found out that was his idea (hopefully not that 🤣).
I half expected him to turn into a werewolf at the end and steal her soil to make himself some moonscreen but this “Just like the lunar soil sitting on your nightstand was still a part of the moon, no matter how far apart, you were always going to be a part of him” 🥺 I need a moment. Beautiful 💕 I loved it 💕 And of course werewolves are real, silly Steve 🙄 And the gif you chose for it is just perfect, he looks so done with her bs about werewolves 🤣 (it’s not bs though, obviously.)
somewhere within the depths of my confines, my heart calls out for you
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pairing: ransom drysdale x fem! reader
word count: 1,653
summary: he needs to blow off steam after a typical drysdale clan family party, and you love taking care of him.
warnings: sir kink, degradation, oral m receiving, face fucking, no actual sex, kinda shitty at the start but it gets better i promise, petnames, dom/sub dynamic
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It’s another late night as you busy yourself with work in Ransom’s spacious living room, he was at another Thrombey-Drysdale clan family dinner, had been for the past couple hours and you knew he was dreading it since he got the phone call from his cousin, Meg, earlier that day. She was one of the few people he could tolerate from his family. Now, nearing 10 pm and not that late considering it was a Saturday night and usually, these dinner parties ran until 11 pm. You were fully prepared to get into bed within the half-hour so when Ransom came home you two could just snuggle up and fall asleep. Which is why it shocks you enough to pull a startled gasp from your throat when you hear the front door slam open and then consequently shut, rattling the expensive art framed on the walls. You don’t move, don’t say anything as Ransom approaches, jaw clenched angrily and eyebrows furrowed as he pours himself a swig of his favourite aged whiskey, throwing it back with a single gulp and still not having acknowledged you.
You’re unsure of what to do, how to approach the situation. Do you get up and give him a hug? Do you stay put and let him grumble around at the risk of him breaking something in his own home? Do you get ready for bed or maybe-
Within a split second, he’s shoving your textbooks and open laptop away, situating you on his lap as he wordlessly presses your body taut against his. You attempt to swallow your surprised shriek, calming your racing heart at the sudden jolt in your center. Your head is lying upon his chest, since it was nearing summertime the skies were a little brighter for longer and the air a bit thicker with heat, he opted for a white t-shirt and if you squint hard enough you could trace the tattoo on his pec, with a gray cardigan- you teased him sometimes of how much his wardrobe resembled that of a rich grandmother and he wouldn’t say anything, just try to stifle his laugh and mask an unamused expression because he wanted you to think your joke wasn’t funny- but it was.
His eyes are trained on the Netflix show you had playing in the background as you did some revisions for school, not sparing you a single glance as he continues to breathe loudly through his nose, huffing as you stare up at him. His breath smells like the whiskey he drank just now and probably a few glasses at the dinner with a hint of a cigar, that he probably smoked outside because you asked him many times to stop entirely or at least not do it in front of you. You decide not to press on that particular matter because now he only smoked when he was particularly stressed or upset.
You murmur his name softly, but he doesn’t look, just absentmindedly watches the show so you gingerly bring a tender hand up to his cheek, cupping and running your thumb over the highpoint as his eyes shut and he exhales, posture relaxing just a bit as he feels your gentle caress, exactly what he needed even if he wouldn’t admit it to himself, you knew anyway. You gently guide his face to meet yours, and reluctantly he does,
“Ransom.”
“What.” He snaps, a little harsher than he intended when you and him both visibly recoil at the malice in his tone.
“Do you wanna talk about it?” You offered, even though you knew the answer (or lack of) would be the same every time.
As expected he doesn’t respond, just puts his hand higher up on your back so he could prop you up, smashing his lips against yours making you open your mouth with a gasp and he smirks against your lips. You melt into the kiss, mouths moving in sync as he takes a moment to adjust you so you were straddling his lap instead, pulling you flush against his chest and his hands falling to your waist as he connects his mouth to yours again, slipping his tongue inside it. You moan softly, hands cupping his face while his firm hold tightens on your hips.
“You gonna let me fuck you? Use you how I want kitten?” He rasps, breathing heavily as you bite your lip, cheeks heating up and you nod feverishly.
He reprimands you with a pinch to the skin of your thigh that makes you yelp, “words princess, don’t make me ask again.”
“S-sorry Sir, I want you to use me how you want please.” You breathe, head falling to the crook of his neck as you bury yourself there in hopes to hide away from his now darkened gaze.
He chuckles, “there’s my good girl. Now get on your knees for Sir princess. Gonna fuck your pretty face.” Rubbing his hand up and down your back soothingly until you move to get on your knees in front of him, laying your head on his knee as your eyes train on his bulge, mouth salivating.
Perking up when his hand unbuttons his slacks, his watch and pinky ring glistening in the low light as he pulls himself out of his briefs painstakingly slow and you huff impatiently, furrowing your eyebrows together and whining in your throat. And quicker than expected his hand wraps around your neck and the other around his cock, pulling a sharp gasp from your throat and your hands flying to grasp his wrist, eyes blown wide.
“Don’t be a fucking brat or you’ll regret it.” He warns, squeezing the supple skin of your neck once and his pinky ring digs in almost uncomfortably as you whine and blurt out apologies that he is quick to shush. A whimper catches in your throat at his dominance tonight- usually he was the one in charge but there was just something about the black cloud in his eyes that made your mind go all fuzzy and blank.
Then a smirk takes over his face, “tell Sir what you want.”
Oh. The raspy voice he used sent shivers down your spine and your eyes slipping shut. “Want Sir to use me how he wants.” You whisper, still peering up at him through your eyelashes from the floor, the image that was no doubt debauched sent more heat than you thought possible spreading through your core.
“And what do you do if you need me to stop?” He questions sternly, hand curling around your jaw as you execute your safeword action for when you are unable to use your voice, you pinch his thigh and bite your lip, body buzzing with excitement.
Another pleased hum from his chest and he brings your face to his cock forcibly, “now be the good cocksucker I know you can be and make me cum, then I’ll see whether you deserve anything after.”
That is more than enough incentive for you to get started. You start off slow, licking the pulsing head of his cock to taste all the pre-cum dripping down his thick length. Moaning lowly at the musky taste and he jerks his hips up as the vibrations shiver down his spine. His head falls back on an open moan as he tells you to stop teasing and get on with it. So you indulge him by wrapping your lips around the head of him, sucking and swirling your tongue around his head. “Shit” he hisses, hand wrapping around your neck and hips bucking up as your nails dig into the meat of his thighs as you succumb to the man above you.
Tears once threatening to spill down your cheeks now do, gags and chokes coming from your throat as he takes what he wants- needs, from you. And you let him. His balls are slapping against your chin, echoing a lewd sound through the living room. He catches sight of your throat bulging with the imprint of his cock and it pushes him that much closer to release, an inhumane growl ripping from his chest. You whimper, hollowing your cheeks and peering up at him through wet and crumpled lashes.
“I’m gonna cum, shit!” He growls, “You gonna swallow it all? Gonna take everything Sir gives you because you’re just a stupid little toy aren’t you?”
Your mindless whimpers are more than enough for him as you plead for him to fill your mouth with every last drop, morphing into your doe-eyed face.
His voice chokes as he holds your face down to the base of his cock, your nose making contact with his abdomen. He cums loudly and extravagantly, not stopping until he gave you every last drop, just how he promised and just how you wanted. He lets you pull away as you cough loudly and wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, eyes still watering and mascara running down your tear stained face, lip gloss smudged as he catches his breath. You bite your bottom lip when he looks back down at you, a smirk on his face as he takes in your depraved state with his all too familiar pride settling on his shoulders. He pulls you up to him with a smirk, settling you on his thigh as he wraps his hand around the back of your neck to bring his lips to yours in a nasty, downright filthy kiss. He moans at the taste of himself on your tongue and you whimper at the roughness. When he lets you pull away your cheeks feel flushed and your lips all swollen. He takes his thumb and wipes the remnants of your streaking and still wet mascara off, wiping it on his pants before whispering,
“Let’s see if you’ve earned that orgasm or not kitten, bend over. Let me get a look in these cute little panties.”
“You gonna let me fuck you? Use you how I want kitten?” Is that even a question? Like, Sir have you seen yourself in the mirror? You could step on my face and I’d say thank you daddy.
tagging: @divine-mistake @mallowswriting @elijahs-wife @imaginearyparties @buckyshairography @sam-wilsonnn @emwritesstuff (& literally anything else who wants to do it because I suck at tagging people!!)
I did this with sam, bucky and the oc i'm working on rn. here is the result.
Baz: So... what’s goin’ on?
Bucky: You want the long version or the short version?
Baz, hesitantly: The short one, I guess?
Bucky: Shit’s fucked.
Baz: Oh. Well, yeah, that’s definitely not an optimal situation.
accurate.
tagging: @hellotvshowtrash @tripleyeeet @dizzydancingdreamer and @dumble-daddy bc my list of moots is too long but i adore you all <3
@stargazingfangirl18 I actually did this earlier. I plan to make a fic out if it. Bucky breaking into the reader's place whenever he has some kind of injury. 😂 @sagechanoafterdark
Tagging: @iraot @the-soulofdevil @nsfwsebbie @honeyhan-123 and anyone reading this! ❤️
Steve, shouting to someone behind the counter: I need one vanilla latte with extra cream and sugar!
This was so cute🥺🥺. I'm tagging @captainsdolly @the-soulofdevil @that-damn-girl @gotnofucks @imanuglywombat @iwantutobehapppier @imdarkinme @awhitewolfandhisvibraniumshield @darkficsyouneveraskedfor
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I've got like a lot of feelings and thots about this but I'll just summarize them with this... smut, Steve has bde and a big🍆🍆, cumplay, this is like really filthy.
"Yes... um, Captain," Stacey bit her lip, she couldn't help herself. She knew she shouldn't be checking out her friends man but she was sure you'd forgive her. This was Captain freaking America. It would be an injustice to not appreciate his beauty. "What brings you to our little corner today?"
"Um... I'm here to see L/N," blushing a deep shade of pink and rubbing the back of his neck. The bouquet of lillies in his hand, and one of chocolates in another only making him stand out more so.
Stacy chuckled at his misery. "You call her by her last name? Hm... I actually think she'd like it better if it was the other way around."
Steve quirked a brow because he didn't understand what she meant by that. Smiling when he saw you return to your seat. "What're you doing here?" with a sweet smile on your face. Leaning up on your tippy toes to give him a small peck on his lips. "It's a nice surprise."
"Just wanted to give you these," he said as he handed the flowers and the chocolates over to you, "And to ask you to maybe have dinner at my place tonight?"
You giggled as you opened the lid of the box, mouth watering at the variety of sweets to select from, "Stevie, we're in a relationship now. You don't have to ask me out every single time." As you plopped a mint one in your mouth.
"It still feels nice to," He said before kissing you goodbye to return to his floor.
You offered some of your chocolates to Stacey, who seemed to be giving you the side eye for some reason.
"Is it true?" She asked.
"Is what true?"
"Does he have a fifteen inch long cock?"
Which made you choke on the coconut that was in your third chocolate. "What the hell?!"
"You gotta tell me. I promise I'll cover any of your shifts for you while you go on getaways with him to like Europe or something. I'll do your boring paper work. Alright, I understand you wanna keep his privacy," she nodded, bringing her hands together, "Just say when," She said as her palms started drifting apart.
"Stop that!" you swatted at her palms. "I don't know how big he is. We're taking it slow." You huffed. Going slow was his idea. He was old school in that way. You had no idea how you had resisted from climbing him like a tree for so many months.
"Listen, girl, it's just that he has major BDE. When he gives those speeches, and those clips of him fighting bad guys, you just know he has a big dick."
You did believe he had big dick energy as well. At a low moment you told him your supervisor was being an ass to you, even calling you a slut once for dating Captain America. You didn't want to burden him with your problems, which seemed to insignificant in front of his, and you didn't want him to do anything brash.
The very next day he paid your boss a visit. He didn't flaunt the fact that he was Captain America or a very powerful man. He didn't need to. He naturally had a very commanding presence. He just gave a long lecture to your boss on how to respect women, after which they never bothered you again.
You'd never admit this to Steve but you literally wanted to jump his bones them. He looked so fucking hot defending your honor like that. He was your knight in shining armor and you'd let him to anything to you.
Not to mention, you could see the outline of his probably long and thick dick in his jogging pants. That one unfortunate morning you agreed to go running with him. The only good thing that came out of it was that you got to oggle his ass and his dick.
You could feel his hands squeezing your breasts over your dress, you broke the kiss to take a look at him. Glassy eyes and cheeks flushed red, his chest heaving because you took his breath away.
"I wanna go all the way, Stevie." You demanded. "I've waited long enough for you."
"You know I could never say no to you, doll. I promise I'll make it worth your while."
Which he most definitely did. He must've spent like an hour between your legs, using his mouth and his fingers, worshipping evey inch of your body. You felt him rutting against the mattress but chose not to say anything.
"Wait, stop..." you pushed his head away, your pussy too sensitive after the third orgasm to be touch again as he pouted up at you. You sat up on your butt, "I wanna suck your cock," you said, making grabby hands for it.
"Um... you sure, doll? You don't have to," he was too shy to be naked in front of you. He still had his pants and underwear on. You were going to insist that he take it all off but you could barely handle a shirtless Steve, a completely naked one would probably turn your brain to mush.
"Yes I want it! Do you not want me?" your voice quivering just a little. You knew he wanted you, of course he did. But why can't he be vulnerable with you like you are with him?
"No no," he cupped your face, kissing your forehead, "Of course I want you. I want you more than anything else in the world. It's just that... I'm big. Before the serum it was pretty average and now... women get surprised a little."
"How big?" you sniffled.
"I guess you'll see," he said, pulling his briefs and his pants down at the same time.
You let out a loud gasp when you saw it. A literal monster cock. "Oh my god...." you breathed out, "I don't think that's gonna fit in me, Stevie.."
It was the biggest you've ever seen. Pink, long and thick, you could even make out a few veins on it, standing tall and proud against his hard abs, some blonde hair at the base of it. Pearly pre ejaculate oozing out of him, which made you salivate.
"Don't you worry your pretty little head about that, angel," he stroked your hair, "That's for me to figure out. You just have to sit there and make good on your promise. Now come on, open up," he tapped his tip on your lips and you opened as wide as you could.
He wasn't even halfway in when he hit the back of your throat, making you gag around him. He softly fucked into your mouth, which some sucking and help from you. Holding onto your head lovingly as he spoke about how good you made him feel.
"You gonna swallow it for me?" he asked, to which you eagerly nodded.
'I wouldn't let a drop escape.' You wanted to say but it came out all jumbled since your mouth was stuffed full.
Finally you felt ropes of his spend hit the back of your throat. You were naive to think you'd swallow it all. You could barely get half of it no matter how hard you tried, most of it spilled out of your mouth and onto your chest.
He finally pulled out, looking at his girl so proudly, so eager to please him.
"I'm sorry," you said, as you tried to gather as much of his cummies off your body as you could. It tasted salty, the aftertaste being just a little bit sweet. You wondered if that was because of the serum too. "I promise I'll get it all next time. I'll be more prepared."
"'is not your fault, doll. There's... a lot of it."
"I like that though," you whined up at him as you licked your fingers, "I like it. It means you love me so much you made like tons of goodies for me."
He chuckled at that, pecking your lips, "I do love you a lot."
He made you lie back to make sure you were comfortable, wrapping your legs around his hips, "You tell me if it hurts okay, baby?" he asked to which you gave him a meek nod.
Bracing yourself for the pain. Despite how wet and ready and relaxed you were, it still hurt initially. But you asked him to keep going because you wanted to make him feel good and take all of him.
After a few moments you asked him to move.
"Your dick is so beautiful, Stevie." You beamed up at him.
"Not as beautiful as you, doll." He groaned as he pulled his hips back before rutting back into you.
"Nooo," you whined. This man needed to learn how to take a compliment! "No, your dick is so pretty. It's yours, and I'm in love with it."
"I'll promise you one thing, honey. You'll be the only one who gets to see it again from now on. It's for your eyes only now."
"Forever?" you pouted.
"Yes, forever."
You looked down at where both your sexes were joined together, "Looks like we'll be seeing a lot of each other from now on, Captain," you said as you clenched around him, making him bite the crook of your neck.
"Did you just give my dick a petname?"
"Yes, do you like it?" you asked, hopefully.
Steve would rather have you call him Captain. But you seemed so excited, "Yes, of course. You can call it whatever you like, baby."
He was trying to pull out of you to come, of course you wouldn't have that so you pulled him closer to you by wrapping your legs around him.
"I'm good..." you rasped, "got an implant and everything." Which would protect you from having any super soldier babies. "Please come in me."
"How can I say no that," his thrusts became a little more rushed and erratic. You could feel his warm cum fill you up and then ooze out of you as he pulled out.
He tched as he looked at your swollen pussy, "That won't do..." he said as he tried to push his cum inside of you but it was too much for your small cute pussy.
"I've got plugs at my home we can use to keep it in..." you moaned, extra sensitive to his touch then. "Can I have some more of it, please?"
You asked as he scoped your combined juices up with his fingers before feeding it to you.
"Just for now, doll. Next time we'll try that plug idea of yours," he said as he made sure you thoroughly sucked his fingers clean.
"I'll promise you one thing, honey. You'll be the only one who gets to see it again from now on. It's for your eyes only now." Wow if he had a ring that would be like the most romantic proposal ever. Jk jk but it’s so cute 🥺 also her telling him how beautiful his cock is and how in love with it she is lol can’t blame her. I’m wet, thank you.
You knew Steve grew up little sheltered. Having been so sickly as a child until it was like his body decided to corporate until he became you see now. Even after being in the military he never grew out of his shyness. Even after his marriage and the divorce that followed there were so many things he hadn’t tried.
Until you.
It felt like love at first sight when he saw you that night in this packed bar that Sam had asked him to go to. You were in this these tight jeans and he could see your ass in them so well. Your tits looked so perfect in your low cut top.
Sam of course noticed and pressured him into talking to you. You kept doing this thing where you bit your lip before releasing it to smile softly. He had to fucking take you home. You were like the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.
The sex was so perfect. You were so nice and drippy. So damn tasty as he ate your cunt. The way you gasped and moaned as he got you all worked up. How you begged. The way you cried out daddy as you came which made him think he was gonna fucking bust. The way you shook when as you apologized for it but then moaned when he told you he liked it.
Your pussy would clench around him so good. So tight. You did this thing when you came where you’d try to push him out and he’d just keep fucking you. It drove him fucking crazy.
Then after the both of you were spent, too exhausted to move, he pulled you close. You smiled in his arms with half-lidded eyes and yawned. Instead of falling asleep though the two of you stayed up until four A.M. talking about whatever came to mind. And also fucking.
Telling each other any and everything. Getting up to get a snack at one then thumb wrestling after. Then making out. It was like the two of you had been doing this forever.
It was weird, but he suddenly couldn’t remember his life before you. When days turned into weeks and into months and almost a year he knew he couldn’t see himself without you.
By now you knew all about his upbringing. About how sick he was. That if he hadn’t managed to get to the right doctor who knows where he may have been by now. And your freaky ass was very obviously ready to corrupt him.
Like when you found out he’d never done anal. You were so giddy. Told him you wanted him to use you like a good little whore. Every single hole. So he spent the next week training your ass so you’d be able to take him. The night he finally did it had been so fucking great. God he’d never forget that night or how pretty your hole looked around him.
Or when you let him tie you up. He used a vibrator on you until you cried. You just looked so fucking good crying on his dick that he just couldn’t stop. That was the first time you squirted and fuck.
By now you’d kind of taken stock of things to ask that he hadn’t tried, but that you desperately wanted him to. Like pouring candle wax and using nipple clamps and role playing as strangers at a bar. Despite as good as your list is there were somethings you’d overlooked.
Like threesomes and somehow tit fucking though that was an easy fix, but somehow lap dances had escaped your mind. It’s not like everyday the two of you were finding different ways to fuck. Or like he just wanted you for the sex. Hell sometimes you wouldn’t even have sex at all where you’d just want him to spend all night holding you because you liked how comfy his arms were.
Tonight you’d gotten all ready to go for a date when the both of you realized staying home would be better. Ordered food, put on a movie, while he rolled a joint, before cuddling on the couch.
As the two of you got into one of your talkative moods you started talking about sex. You were wearing these shorts after changing out of your dress. Though you did keep your makeup on. Saying that you didn’t want to waste your hard work.
You were telling him some story that happened with your friend when it came up. “Yeah I’ve been I’ve just never had a lap dance,” he answered, before taking a puff.
“What?” You gasped, popping up as you got on your knees to face him. “Why?”
He shrugged. “I dunno. I tried, but I was married at the time so it was weird. It was at Tony’s bachelor party.” He chuckled as he thought about it.
You pouted we get handed you the joint. “Booo, thats so lame,” you said before taking your turn. “Okay! How about,” you said, stopping to clear your throat as you handed it to him, “I give you one?”
Steve laughed and pulled you into his lap. “I mean, you don’t have to,” he said with a shrug. “It’s okay.”
Obviously that wasn’t the answer you wanted because you rolled your eyes. He blew the smoke in your face to be a little shit, making you do this thing he loved when you crinkled your nose and wiggled it.
He kissed your cheek not being able to resist putting his lips on you. You came to straddle his lap, trailing your fingers up and down his chest only to wrap your arm around his neck. “I wanna.”
“Yeah?” He asked with this chuckle. “My dirty girl wants to give me a lap dance?”
You nodded with a pout. He had to kiss your lips then. Once twice and then a second time before smacking your ass with his free hand. Making you yelp. “Hey!”
Then he attacked your face with kisses. He didn’t stop until you pushed away from him, getting out of his arms and off his lap after you said you had to go to the bathroom.
He didn’t stop smoking as you ran off to the bathroom. He yawned as he ruffled his hair. Normally he kept his blond hair short, but he was enjoying the way you tugged on the ends. How comforting it felt when you ran your fingers through it when he’d get comfortable with his head on your boobs. Cuz even though he was your daddy sometimes he needed his baby to hold him, too.
So the hair was staying and so was the beard because you really liked that. Then he was thinking that when you get back he might spank you. He’s just in a mood for it. Fuck his was still dying to pour candle wax all over your tits.
His thoughts were running wild now as his head started to feel all hazy. Licking his lips as he thought about what he might do to you when you got back. Closing his eyes as he shifted in his seat because his jeans had suddenly gotten tight in the crotch.
He didn’t know you were back until he heard the music pour through the speaker before the click of heels on the wood floor. His eyes snapped open and he felt like he’d just stepped out of a dream.
The set you’d been wearing underneath your outfit made his dick throb. Your ass so perfect. Tits practically spilling out of your bra. Fuck me heels on your feet. “Holy shit.”
You giggled as you leaned down to kiss him. “You wanna know the best part of me being your stripper?” You asked as you straddled his lap.
“What?” He asked, his eyes raking up and down your body. It’s not that he’d never seen you in lingerie before, but this was fucking hot.
“You can touch me,” you said, putting your lips close to his, but never bridging the gap, “wherever,” you started to rotate your hips right above his cock, “you,” you lowered yourself to stay grinding against him, “want.”
“Yeah?” He groaned, immediately sliding his hand down to your ass to squeeze it this time.
“Keep smoking for me, Daddy,” you said into his ear, then started nibbling along his earlobe making him shiver. “I think you look so cute when you smoke.”
He laid his head back to enjoy the feeling of you rubbing up against him. He bought the joint back to your lip like you asked before fishing into his pocket to grab the lighter again. You didn’t stop riding him as he relit it.
He blew the smoke in your face again and then doing another puff as he connected your lips so he could shotgun it. Your tongue made contact with his. It started to deepen until you pulled away from him and went back to focusing on your dance.
Steve felt like he was in heaven with the way you were rubbing up against him. You put your hands on either side of his race as he pretty much twerked on his lap. He reached down to spread you apart from behind so that he could really get in there the way you were sliding up and down.
Your panties were damp and he was making sure you could feel him. The friction made you moan. Your pussy clenching around absolutely nothing.
“Daddy,” you gasped.
He finally took it out of his mouth before leaning over to put it out in the ashtray. He wanted his hands completely free.
His dick was completely hard. Straining against the zipper of his jeans so much it was starting to get uncomfortable. “What about this, Baby?” He hissed as he worked to take his beautiful hard dick out of his pants. “Can I touch you with this?”
You raised up a little to give him room which put your boobs at level with his face. He stopped what he was doing with his pants to reach behind you to take off your bra before letting it drop to the floor. With that out of his way he buried his head into them. 
He kissed all over them. Before taking one of your nipples into his mouth. “So you’re saying when I go to a strip club I can’t do this?” He asked with a smirk, pulling away a little.
“Uh huh,” you replied, looking down at him with your hands on the back of his head. “I mean you’re not supposed to, but you kinda cute so girls might make an exception and I can’t have that.”
Steve laughed. “Only kinda cute?”
“Daddy, you know I think you’re fine as fuck,” you said. He reached under you so he pull the crotch of your panties to the side.
“Yeah?” He said, looking up at you with his lips parted in this dreamy looking smile. Fuck you looked like a goddess.
You nodded before placing a kiss on him. His hands gripped your ass again. Then went to work on taking his cock out again. “You know I personally feel like a blow job should be included in this lap dance.”
“Yeah? You gonna suck my cock?” He asked, shifting his hips so he could move you along his length. “I dunno. I think I really need your pussy.”
“Daddy, you know you can have my pussy whenever you want it,” you said.
He grabbed his cock so he could trace the head with his tip. His hand going up and down his dick before positioning your hips so you could sink down on him. You gasped and he wrapped an arm around your waist so he could control you better.
“Wait,” you said trying to pull off of him, but he held you firmly down. “Wait remember we have to use condoms.”
Steve grimaced. “Why?”
“Remember cuz of my birth control,” you replied. “We even bought a pack.”
He groaned and hissed as he kept you riding him. “I’ll just... I’ll pull out.” He replied.
You looked at him suspiciously. “No you aren’t.”
He laughed. “I will, Baby,” he replied. “You just can’t go from no condoms to condoms with a pussy like this.”
“Daddy,” you whimpered as he leaned you back to get a better angle. His cock doing that thing where it just felt too big. It didn’t matter how many times you’d taken him over this last year. He still always managed to be too much for your tight pussy.
“See it feels better,” he groaned. Your pussy hugging him in so tight he doesn’t think he could pull out it he wanted to. It was obviously begging for it even if you were trying to play. He should have laughed when you brought up condoms.
“You promise to pull out?” You asked.
He nodded before leaning down to kiss you. It’s not like he hadn’t done it before. Then again your pussy wasn’t normally this fucking creamy.
Steve stood up making you gasp. “Hey!” Your nails dug into his shoulders.
His cock still in you as he started walking you to the bedroom. Laying you down as soon be he could. You had tears in your eyes and he leaned down to wipe them away. He was still standing above you before leaning down to hike up your leg to wrap around his waist.
“That’s my girl,” he hissed as you started to take him. “My good, good girl. My pretty little slut.”
You cried out as he started to give it to you nice and deep. Rocking his hips back and forth as you gasped and cried and moaned for him. “Daddy,” you whined.
He grabbed your legs to put them criss cross against his chest. Making your jaw drop from how deep he was. Like this it was like you could feel him in your stomach every time he thrusted in.
Steve finally put one knee on the bed so he could climb on top of you before grabbing your legs so he could wrap them around his waist. He leaned down to kiss you again. “God, I love you,” he whispered against your lips. “My fucking cockwhore. You my whore baby?”
You didn’t answer and he looked down to see that far off look in your eyes. Finally you squeaked out when he pressed his thumb to your clit.
“That’s it,” he whispered. “Fucking answer me. Remember you answer when daddy asks you a fucking question.”
“I’m sorry,” you whined.
“Good. You should be sorry,” he said as he grabbed your face, squeezing it and putting his thumb against your lips. “Whose my favorite whore?” He asked with a groan as he fucked into you. “You my whore?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“That’s better,” he said as he worked in and out of you.
He made you cum hard the first time before pulling out to turn you on your stomach. You were about to get on your hands and knees when he put his hand on your lower back to keep you pinned there.
“Stay just like that,” he said, lining himself up with your opening again. You braced yourself as he eased in before dragging himself out only to slam back in. “Fuck. So fucking tight.”
“Daddy,” you mewled, then gasped. Before burying your head into the blankets as he started to fuck you a little harder.
He looked down at the way your pussy was covering his cock in cream. If he wasn’t high already he was pretty sure how good you felt would have made him feel like it. “Fuck, are you ovulating?” He asked.
You nodded and whimpered. “Yeah.”
“Fuck,” he hissed as he slammed into you now. Suddenly there was a build up in his balls because of your answer. You shouldn’t have told him that. “Fuck, I don’t think I’m gonna be able to pull out.”
“What?” You asked.
“Pussy’s too fucking good.”
“Steve,” you protested, trying to push away. “Pull out.”
He grabbed your hands to hold you there, lowering himself down. Not stopping as he started to fuck into you a little harder. “Just fucking take it, Bitch.”
Steve wrapped his bicep around your neck as he pounded into you. Fucking you just hard enough to where you had no choice. “Ah!” You let out a broken moan.
“That’s it, Slut. You’re gonna take my fat dick,” he grunted out into your ear. “Guess I’ll just have to put my baby in you.”
“Daddy, st-“ bit you cut yourself off when you let out a moan as he bumped against your cervix. “Oh my god.”
He bit your earlobe before which only made you let out another moan. “You don’t want me to fucking stop,” he said. “If you did you’d use your fucking safe word.”
And like a good girl you stayed there. His strong arm wrapped around your neck as he shoved into you. Making you feel like you were about to fucking explode.
“I knew you fucking liked it,” he said into your ear. “You want my cum, huh? Don’t fucking lie to me.”
“Ye- yes,” you cried out.
“I’m gonna fuck my baby into you and you’re gonna fucking like it,” he said, losing his rhythm as he just started to chase his orgasm.
You leaned more into him, trying to perk your ass up to give him better access as you started to reach your own. “Fuck me, Daddy.”
“Beg for my fucking cum,” he demanded, bringing your face up.
“Please, Daddy. Can you please cum inside me. I really need it.”
“Tell me you want me to put a baby in you.”
“P-please,” you whimpered. “Please put a baby in me. Please. I’ll take it.”
And just like that it felt like you’d crumbled. Your cunt hugging his cock in like you were swallowing him in. Then like you were trying to push him out.
“You’re gonna make me cum,” you cried.
“That’s it, that’s it. Fuckin cum. Be a good dumb slut and cum.”
You found yourself yelping as you did. Then he grabbed your hair as he rode your ass. Finally fucking feeling you up. “Fuck!” He moaned. “That’s it. Take my fucking cum.”
He didn’t stop moving his hips until he’d given you his all. Filling your ovulating pussy to the brim with how seed. Then dropped beside you, trying to catch his breath.
Neither of you spoke as you tried to catch your breath. At first. Then he sat up and reached for you, pulling you into him. “Shit,” he said. “Fuck. Are you okay? Shit, Baby, I’m so so so sorry.” He started kissing all over your face. “I don’t know what came over me.”
You looked up at him with heavy eyes, looking out of it. You tucked your bottom lip between your teeth. Letting him show you with affection after what he’d just did. Even still he shouldn’t have been surprised when you’d finally opened up your mouth
Holy shit that was intense 😳 I love when Stebe gets rough and when he asked her if she was ovulating and told her he’s not gonna be able to pull out I lmknvfixozopvk m so horny now, thank you for blessing us with this
NO BUT LIKE CONCEPT: SMUT HC where mob!steve comes back from a rough night that leaves him very much outta it and ur the only one who can help him ... in more ways than one
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I'm making this a drabble cause I can't work with HCs. Thank you❤ Warmings -explicit sexual content, dom Steve, daddy kink, spanking, blood and wounds, bullets. Dividers by @whimsicalrogers
You put some distance between your poor ear and your phone upon hearing your friends loud screech, excited since she saw your Instagram post of your new engagement ring.
"It is so beautiful! And so unconventional and unique too!"
"Mm-hm," you hummed, applying a second coat of your fiery red nail paint, to make it more intense, you just knew it'd look amazing against Steve's pale skin, he absolutely loved it when you scratched him and were a bit rough with him.
You never gave him any pointers on what kind of engagement ring you'd like, only thing that was a bit too obvious - which you never actually needed to say - was that you loved shiny things. So he has gotten you a ring with a huge sapphire ruby and tiny sparkly diamonds adorning the band. It was everything you needed and more.
"Makes sense because our relationship is anything but conventional." Where he had never directly said that his job involved a few things that were kind of, sort of, illegal but you weren't an idiot, it didn't take you long to figure out.
You knew he was important and rich when he asked you out, not just because he wore fancy clothes, but the way he carried himself, tall and proud and an aura that dominated any room he was in, two bodyguards always around him, and when you both started getting serious he assigned Peter, who was sort of an intern or newbie from what you gathered, to always escort you places and take care of you.
Maybe it wasn't exactly the most rational thing to do - marrying someone who was as feared as he was respected - but all you knew was that he was a good man and you had faith in him, so you stayed away from that part of his life.
"You must be planning the wedding now," she beamed over the phone.
You scoffed, blowing on your fingers, "No, he's always at work these days. It's so annoying, if it doesn't change then I'm leaving and taking the ring with me."
You looked at it sparkling on your finger, it was too beautiful to part with. Besides it became yours as soon as he gave it to you.
"You're late, but there's nothing new about that," you puffed out your cheeks, hands crosses under your chest, as he loosened his tie and worked on taking off his shoes. He had been coming home past midnight for the last month, enough was enough!
"Doll," he groaned, looking at you and ready to tell you off and ask for some space, but then he saw you. In a satin babydoll that barely covered you, with lace trimmings that did nothing to hide your soft nipples, your toes and nails painted just the color he liked, and you were wearing those ridiculous fluffy slippers with bunny ears that he had grown to love.
His mouth opened and then shut like a damn goldfish, forgetting what he was about to tell you.
"Steven," you furrowed your brows.
He knew he was in trouble as soon as you called out his full name. "Yeah?"
"When are we going to discuss the wedding?"
"I'm sorry, doll, work has been hectic these days. But soon."
"Soon? Soon doesn't do it for me," jutting your hip and leaning against the door to your walk in closet, "I need an exact date."
"I can't give it to you right now, puppy," his jaw clenching as you rolled your eyes, "Watch yourself, sweetheart. I had a long day, you don't wanna get on my bad side today."
"You shouldn't have put a rock on it if you didn't intend on marrying me," rolling your eyes extra hard just to get on his nerves.
"I do want to marry you. But right now... you're sort of making me have second thoughts."
He regretted those words as soon as they left his mouth. Because you looked about ready to smack him.
"Fine then. I guess I'll leave and go live with my mother from now on. She would be happy for sure, she isn't too thrilled about our engage - " you stopped your rant as soon as you noticed crimson seeping through his crisp white undershirt as he took off his coat.
Your eyes as wide as saucers, your heart beating fast and hard in your chest and you could feel your eyes getting watery. You weren't handing out empty threats, you were definitely serious about leaving. Just to remind Steve of just how much he loves you.
It wouldn't be the first time. You had done it once before, when you went back to live at your apartment because he yelled at you for going out with your girlfriends without Peter. You didn't need a babysitter, especially not one who was several years younger than you. You had gathered up your things from Steve's penthouse and went home with a heavy heart. You loved him with all your heart, but there was no way you could make it work with someone who was that controlling and mean to you.
But he came to you, literally got on his knees to apologize and to beg for you to take him back. He even made you give up your apartment and got you a bigger house for you both to live in. Just so you couldn't take off ever again.
"Steve... your bleeding..." you said as you held back a sob. Any anger you had towards him was now gone.
"Oh, shit," he looked down to his side, "Must've ruptured the stitch or something..."
You walked over to him, holding onto his waist and looking up at him, trying not to look at his wound. You weren't that squimish around blood, it rarely ever bothered you, but this was your Stevie, and he was hurt. "What happened?"
"Its... It's nothing, doll. It was an accident."
"Yeah, I guess you slipped and fell on a bullet," you huffed.
"No, the bullet barely grazed me. And you know I don't like talking about those things with you."
"Why? I'm not stupid or weak, I have a right to know."
"Of course, not, puppy. You're my sweet, strong, smart girl," he cooed, bending a bit to peck your lips and then groaning. "Gotta, be careful with this," he said as your fingers worked on unbuttoning his shirt.
"If I'm so strong and smart then tell me what happened," you asked as you pushed his shirt off his shoulders. You didn't stop to marvel at his huge and perfect body like you always do, you looked at the fresh batch on stitches right over his hips.
"No, puppy. You're too good for that world, too good for me," he groaned as he sat down on the little pink couch he had put in the closet for you. Since you spent hours trying to pick outfits, he didn't want you standing too long and hurting your feet.
"Fine then don't tell me," you whimpered, rubbing your tears off with the back of your hand.
"Hey, it's okay. I'm okay. I'm right here, not going anywhere," he tried to pull you into his lap, usually he wouldn't even have to ask for you sit on it, but right now you were pulling away and refusing for some reason, "C'mere, doll," he almost whined. Not used to being told no by you anymore than you were by him.
"No, I don't wanna hurt you," you hiccuped, as your sobs started to calm down.
"You wouldn't. You could never hurt me. C'mere I wanna cuddle you and make you feel better," he tried to pull you into him again but you just shook your head.
"I should be the one making you better. Not the other way around. But I don't know how to..." you swayed from side to side, suddenly ashamed of your brash behavior from earlier. "I'm sorry, I was being such a brat earlier."
"It's okay, puppy. I forgive you. You were right, we need to fix a date and find a venue and get you a pretty dress. I wanna see you in one of those poffy gowns, like a princess."
"That's called a ballgown," you said proudly, having done your research now. You knew all about the styles of the gowns, sleeves, necklines, colors and everything. "And you're not going to be involved in dress shopping process. Grooms aren't supposed to see the dress before the wedding it's bad luck."
He hummed at that, a bit disappointed but he would eventually see it, and then take it off, so it wasn't a huge loss. "Yes, you're right. But, let's not forget, you were a bad girl."
You gasped incredulously, "Well, you were being a bad fiance!" Which earned you a swift smack to your backside, making you yelp and fall forward, holding onto his shoulders for support.
"I didn't mind you calling me out for that. I want you to be honest with me and tell me everything. But you threatened to leave me, again."
You pouted. Offended for being called out so blatantly. Yeah you always made empty threats, packed up your bags just for show, whenever you didn't get your way. Never considering his feelings when yours were hurt.
"Sorry," you mumbled.
"I forgive you. I know you didn't mean it. But I'll have to teach you your lesson. Just so you know better next time."
You nodded your head, which made him spank you once more, "Yes, daddy!"
"Good. How many do you think you deserve?"
"Um... Fifteen. Ten for threatening to leave, and five for giving you attitude."
"See, you're so smart. I'll punish you tomorrow though. I'm tired right now," he groaned as he sat back against the couch, squeezing your hips and admiring your figure, showing through the thin material of your nightie.
"Um, daddy?"
"Yes, angel?"
"Is there anyway I can make you feel better right now?"
"Yeah, you can give me a kiss. You didn't give me one this morning when I left, or when I came back."
"Okay, I'll kiss you. But I also wanted to do more..." you murmured, your face burned hot as you realised that Steve was going to make you say what you wanted to do.
"Like what?"
"Like, take your cock down my throat. Would that make you feel better? I'll try and be careful about your stitches." Truth be told you missed being intimate with him, you needed it as much as he did.
"It definitely would make me feel better. But I want to have you close to me," he stroked the inside of your thighs, hands dangerously close to your cunt, "Why don't you, come ride my cock. Just like I taught you, hm?"
"But - what if I hurt you..." you whined. But he wasn't having any of it, rolling your panties down your legs.
"You wouldn't, puppy, come on we'll be careful. Be quick."
You gave him a meek nod, unzipping him with shaky fingers, giving his glorious cock a couple of pumps before straddling his lap. You made sure to not put any pressure on his lap. Lining his cock up to your pussy with your hands wrapped around his neck, you slowly sanked down on him.
First giving him a nice and thorough kiss to make him for not kissing him goodbye or welcome home like you always do. "I feel so full," you say against his lips.
He hummed, squeezing your ass, "I was made for you, angel. As you were for me." He slid the straps of your nightie down your arms, exposing your breasts to him. He made sure to shower them with all his lips, sucking, kissing and biting and pulling with his mouth. You were making the sweetest of noises, trying to keep your moans in as he helped you bounce on his cock by holding onto your hips.
"You're doing so good. Being such a good girl for me. My sweet, best girl," he cooed, kissing your forehead, he knew how you were still vulnerable to be on top.
"Am I making you feel better, daddy?" you sniffled, his cock hiting you in all the right places, making it impossible for you to keep going and hold off your climax.
The ring sounds so pretty. Also “you knew he was rich and important when he asked you out” bitch this is the only type of guy I’m saying yes to. Jk jk. I’d go out with Steeb even if he was poor and unimportant 🥺. Seriously. I actually like the reader so much here, like it’s okay if you come home late if you’re Captain America but he’s a mob boss here so since when is killing people more important than his girl and discussing the wedding? >:( Ugh I’d give him so much shit for that. “But right now you’re soft of making me have second thoughts” WOW STEVEN I’d leave the house right then and there 🥵 But then he was bleeding 🥺 and he definitely made it up to her for being a jerk so 😏 he’s forgiven.
This is for @stargazingfangirl18 5k soft dark challenge.
Prompt: You knew it was a bad idea to cut through the woods (or dark alley) on your way home.
Watchful Eye
Summary: Steve just wants his Sweet Pea to listen
Pairings: Steve Rogers x black!reader
Warnings: minors DNI, smut, Daddy kink, stalking, rough sex, degradation, dirty talk, face fucking, sex toys, spanking, orgasm denial, dub-con, squirting, unprotected sex
(A/N: I FINALLY FINISHED!!! I’ve been dragging my feet with this story forever for zero reason. It’s ridiculous. Please like, follow, and more importantly reblog 💜 ✌🏾)
You’d been dating for about five months now. To him you were this delicate little thing. There was this softness to you that he’d fallen for quickly. Like you were this flower that needed his protection.
You weren’t really sure how it happened. One minute all of you were celebrating. Having too many drinks. Giggling over them having saved the universe. Enjoying the atmosphere of the strange company you were in that consisted of a god, aliens, and other various super beings.
Back when he was on the smaller side, he had Bucky to protect him. Yet whenever some asshole would square up with him instead of picking on someone their own size he’d always try to fight back. He didn’t want you to feel like you ever had to do that.
Even still, it wasn’t like he could be around you 24/7. The both of you had your own busy lives. As clingy as you could be you still liked doing things without him.
With so many creeps running around, he couldn’t help it when he worried. Even if you always made it home safe and sound. It wasn’t until the two of you had been out for a walk. You’d told him about your little shortcut through an alley way.
What followed next was of course this huge fight. Him asking you if you were fucking crazy for doing something as dangerous as walking through a fucking alley alone. You crying because he admits he was a little harsh. Then he forced himself to shut up because he hadn’t meant to upset you so much.
“You know I love you, Sweet Pea,” he whispered in your ear as you wept. “I just don’t want you to get hurt. There are so many people that would hurt you if they knew we were together.” He rocked you back and forth.
By the time you calmed down, his shirt was soaked from your tears, but also smudged with your makeup. You still looked so cute.
He leaned down to place a kiss on your forehead. You don’t stop clinging to him. That’s when he picked you up go carry you to the bathroom where he sat you on the counter as he ran you a bath.
These little hiccups still coming out of your mouth. He felt awful. Getting you so worked up, but he needed you to understand that he was serious. That didn’t mean he should have made you cry like that and he would spend all night making up for it.
First he held you in the bathtub. Trying to make sure you were at least a little calm. Kissing you over and over again until you started to kiss him back. Then he dried you off so he could take you to bed so he could eat your pussy. Just wanting to make you feel better.
So the two of you made up. You told him the shortcut would stop. And god did he wanna believe you. It was just hard when he could tell you were lying to him.
One night he took you out for dinner where he ended up asking about it. Something you’d said made him think back to it. You stuttered out a no. As badly as he wanted to call you out on it, he stopped himself. You wanted to play dumb then okay.
That led him into his current situation. Since that night he’d watched you take that shortcut three times now. The fourth time, he fully intended to reveal himself, but you didn’t do it.
Then his phone vibrated after you’d ducked into some store. This cute little picture of you kissing his cheek popping up on his screen with Sweet Pea written instead of your name.
He took a deep breath as he made sure get the rest of the way home so he could change before meeting you while you told him about how scared you were. Funny he took the alley. You were right it did cut your walk in half.
When he met you, you launched yourself into his arms. He kissed you on your forehead over and over again. Proud of you for being so aware of your surroundings. Ready to scoop you into his arms so he could keep you nice and safe in them.
He really didn’t mean any harm, but he felt better watching over you after that. Knowing that he could make sure you were safe and sound. It gave him a peace of mind.
Until finally you let yourself slip up again. Deciding for the first time in awhile, to go through that damn alley. So he once again followed you. It’s not like he wanted to hurt you or anything.
You walked ahead of him. Not even bothering to turn around. At least you remembered to not let anything slow you down.
It wasn’t until his phone went off that the both of you stopped in your tracks. It didn’t take long either for you to look at him with your bottom lip quivering. Your eyes like you were a deer that got caught in headlights. He clenched his jaw we he watched you start to run around. He doesn’t even know why you bothered when you knew he’d catch you.
As he pushed you into the wall you let out a yelp which made him cover your mouth with his hand. “I’m not gonna hurt you, Baby,” he whispered.
You licked his palm, but considering he’d felt your tongue on his dick on a nightly basis it didn’t exactly phase him. You were so adorable. He couldn’t help it as he chuckled.
“I’ll wait for you to calm down first,” he said before kissing your forehead. “Daddy just needed to make sure his Sweet Pea was safe. Make sure you were following my rules.”
You tried to claw at him with your acrylic so he had to pin your hands against the wall with one of his. He had to admit that even though none of it phased him, he felt a little proud of you for not giving up. His little fighter.
“Shhh,” he said, nuzzling your face with his nose. He needed to get you calm first.
You finally stopped because it was just him. You Stevie wouldn’t let anything bad happen to you. You let out a sob instead.
“It’s okay. You know I won’t hurt you,” he whispered, before finally moving his hand from your mouth, instead taking it to your eyes so he could wipe away your tears.
You coughed as you cried. He hated how upset you looked. It was necessary though. You knew what happened when you defied him. This wasn’t new.
“What did I tell you about walking down here, huh?” He asked, his face still soft. “You need to listen to me, Baby. I just want to protect you.”
You nodded, but didn’t stop crying so he scooped you up so he could carry you home. Making sure you were tucked into his arms nicely. You were still frightening and sobbing into his neck.
“Shhh,” he whispered. “It’s okay. Daddy’s here.”
By the time he got you home, you’d calmed down a little bit. No longer crying into him. He got you cleaned up. Helping you out of your clothes and then stepping under the warm water with you.
You still clung to him. Not like he was about to move you. He’d whisper in your ear that things were okay. Not that it stopped you from whimpering and looking up at him with those puppy dog eyes.
When you were out he made sure you were all nice and cozy in a towel as he sat you on your bed. You’d calmed down for the most part as you waited for his next move.
He turned you towards him as he stood above you. One of his hands behind his back. Damn he looked so good in just his boxer briefs. If you weren’t afraid for what was about to happen next, you’d be drooling. “You know why I’m upset with you,” he said, putting his hand on your cheek stroking the bottom of your lip with his thumb.
“Because I didn’t listen,” you replied with your eyes still all shiny.
“That’s right and do you remember what happens to bad girls that don’t listen to their daddy?”
You sniffled and poked out your bottom lip. “We get spankings.”
“That’s right,” he replied before kissing your forehead. Then he sat beside you not caring when you let out a whimper as he pulled you down and over his lap. “Now, I want you,” he stopped talking when you gasped he pushed a finger into your pussy, twisting them inside you, “to be a good girl for me,” he paused again as he removed them to replace it with something else making your breath hitch in your throat, “because I don’t think you wanna piss me off.”
You nodded, not like he was giving you a choice. His fingers found your clit where he started rubbing it in circles.
“Don’t cum until I tell you,” he whispered. “And, I want you to count every time I spank you.”
“Okay,” you whimpered.
“That’s my good girl,” he cooed, as he moved his hand. “But, I still have to punish you for not listening to me before, Sweet Pea. I caught you going into that alley too many times, but I’m still proud of you for noticing me the last time. So I’ll be a little easy on ya.”
He palmed your ass, but didn’t smack it. You squirmed in his lap because your pussy was still stuffed and the way he was grabbing on you was only reminding you of that. “I’m sorry, Daddy.”
“Yeah,” he replied. “Because I caught you.”
Finally he smacked one of your cheeks. Making you squeak out, “One.” He smacked your ass again. “Two.”
This went on until he got to ten and then he stopped. Going back to rubbing your ass before a sharp vibration raked through your body as the bullet he’d placed inside you switched on. You let out a squeak. Your ass shaking up.
“Shhhh,” he said. “Keep counting, Sweet Pea.”
He smacked your ass again making you stutter out the next numbers. Trying not to think about it. It was so hard to when the combination of his hand plus the bullet that was hitting against your g-spot. You don’t know how you hadn’t cum yet.
Tears spring to your eyes, but he didn’t stop. You let out this cute moan at the end of some of your words. Finally when he reached thirty he stopped. You took a deep breath as you sniffled.
Fuck you were on the verge of cumming, but you didn’t wanna make him mad. He stopped the bullet making you let out a deep sigh. Then helped you up so you were sitting on his lap.
He kissed your cheek, pulling you closer. Steve chuckled seeing your eyes all watery before pecking your lips. “You took that so well,” he cooed before giving you another kiss. Then one of his hands went to your chin as he deepened it while the other went between your legs.
You squeaked against his lips before pulling away, resting your hand on his cheek. “You’re gonna make me cum,” you whined.
“Don’t you fucking do it.” How was he going to tell you that and not stop.
You were letting out these deep breaths, with your chest heaving up and down. “Oh my god!” You cried because fuck you don’t think you could hold it anymore.
Just as you were about to he stopped, starting to kiss and nip along your neck. You licked your lips trying to scramble your throats together. “Get on your knees.”
You nodded and did as he told you. Legs shaking from your denied orgasms. Fuck you wanted to cum so badly. You kneeled before him, waiting for his next command. You knew better to start before he gave you permission to.
“You wanna suck my cock?” He asked, palming his cock which had hardened in his underwear.
You nodded, biting your lip as you watched him take his dick out. You opened your mouth ready for whatever he told you to do.
He grabbed you by your hair, making you come closer. Putting your face against it. “You made me so mad, Baby. Kiss it better.”
As you placed open mouthed kisses along his length, he held onto your hair. Making you look up at him as you did what he’d told you. Damn he loved how sweet you looked when you worked his cock.
As you started to take him in your mouth, he grabbed his phone. Switching the bullet on again. “Daddy!” You cried.
“Don’t stop,” he groaned, shoving you down so your throat was full of him.
You looked up at him with those watery eyes and if he wasn’t focused on fucking your throat, he probably would have melted. There was something about how you look with his dick in your mouth. How damn cute you looked.
He didn’t stop moving you up and down his length. Making sure you kept going. You were drooling all over him. “That’s it. That’s my good little cocksucker.” He grunted, thrusting up as he held you down.
You choked around him and he let up a little. He stroked your cheek with his thumb before pulling you off of him. You coughed as he switched off the bullet again. You took a deep breath as you got a little bit of relief.
“C’mere, Sweet Pea,” he said, opening his arms for you to climb into. “You’ve been such a good girl for me.” He started kissing all over your face.
Your pussy practically leaking onto his thigh from how stimulated you were. He placed a kiss onto your lips finally before laying you back. He reached between your legs to pull the device out of you.
Steve got on his knees keeping your legs to the side before pushing into you. Your eyes widening at the way his length stretched you out. Sure the bullet helped, but nothing ever prepared you for this thickness.
“Daddy,” you whined. He went really deep inside of you before dragging back out. You whimpered as he shoved in and took forever to pull out. Like he was trying to punish you with each thrusts.
He leaned down, putting his nose against your ear. His breath alone making you tingle. “Yeah, bet you’ll listen to me now, huh?” He whispered.
Your stomach fluttered as you choked out a moan. “I’m sorry,” you squeaked.
“Yeah?” He asked. “You’re sorry? Only because you got caught, huh. You didn’t give a fuck before that.”
You let out a cry as he didn’t stop fucking you in such a teasing way. “I’m sorry,” you repeated. “I’m sorry, Daddy.”
Finally he got on his knees so he could spread you wide open. Then leaned down so he could wrap his hand around your neck. “Yeah? You’re sorry? You better be sorry. You know better not to listen to me.”
There was something about the way he’d position himself over you. He was hitting your spot with every fucking thrusts. Your eyes went glassy as tok looked up at him. “You’re gonna make me cum,” you warned him with this pathetic tinge in your voice.
“I told you not to cum until I told you,” he grunted as he stuffed you full.
“I know, but you,” you stopped to cry, “you’re so deep and and and you’re,” you swallowed, “hitting my spot!”
“Fucking hold it,” he demanded, before leaning down to kiss you. As his tongue started to tangle with yours he started fucking into you a little harder.
“I can’t,” you replied breaking apart. “I can’t fucking do it.”
“Yes you can,” he said pecking your lips again. “You’re daddy’s good girl, remember?”
You breathed out, “Uh huh.”
“Then you’ll wait until I tell you,” he said.
“I’m trying,” you answered.
Steve wrapped both arms around your thighs to keep you in place. He leaned down to kiss your neck before using capturing one of your nipples into his mouth. You were already sensitive as fuck. You didn’t need this to.
“Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!” You chanted. “Fuck! I’m sorry!”
“Yeah? Gonna listen from now on, huh? Won’t be doing that shit again will you?” He asked.
You shook your head. “No. I’m sorry. I promise I’ll be good.”
“I know you will.” He went back to your lips. Keeping his softly right above yours. “You’re my good girl, huh?”
You nodded. “Yes. I’m sorry for disobeying you.”
“It’s okay. I think you learned your lesson,” he said against your lips. “See you’ve been such a good girl, not cumming without permission. Go ahead and cum for me, Sweet Pea.”
You nodded and mewled as you finally let go. Not stopping as all those denied orgasms seemed to finally catch up to you now that he gave you the okay. Squirting around him as you raked your nails up and down his back. “Fuck! Yes! Fuck! Thank you, Daddy.” You buried your face into his neck.
“That’s it. Daddy’s gonna cum in you, Sweet Pea. You ready for Daddy’s cum?”
You nodded with a whimper as your head went back against the pillow. He didn’t stop shoving himself inside of you as he pumped you full. Making sure he could give you everything he had as he pressed his lips to yours again. Kissing you until the two of you were completely spent.
“I’m sorry for not listening,” you finally mumbled as he pulled you into his arms.
“I know,” he said. “And I’m sorry for how I handled it. I just worry.”
“I know, but I can handle myself,” you replied, looking up at him from your spot on his shoulder while your body curled into him.
He chuckled. “I know.”
“Besides, I always carry that knife Bucky gave me.”
Steve laughed, snuggling you in deeper. “That’s my Sweet Pea. Always ready to cut someone.”
“Uh huh, you’re lucky I didn’t use it on you.” You kissed the underside of his jaw.
Oh my godddd have I ever mentioned how much I love (over)protective Steve? I’d constantly be searching for new dangerous shortcuts just so I could be punished like that 🥵 This fic satisfied all my needs, thank you for that 🥲
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