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[ steve rogers au - indie blog - nsfw & triggering content ]

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infitixlis:

“I think that’s a stupid..ah question Rogers.” Anthony tried to tease but the high tone on his voice did not help at all. Hands firmly clenched at the edge of his desk as a low yelp escaped his mouth when he was being held down. The genius protested but did as he was told with Roger’s actions, toes curling and eyes shut.

“…b-but yes…fuck. I love how that feels.” He panted again and looked down at him, cock twitching and dripping precum on his tongue. “Let me come…please.”

Rogers chuckled lightly, Anthony’s cock still in his mouth, so he could feel the vibration of the sound. He then pulled away, licked the precum slowly, tongue flat as if he was enjoying a popsicle.

“Oh, so you are being a good boy?” Rogers said, pleased with himself, a smirk decorating his lips as he ignored Anthony’s erection for a moment, kissing through his inner thigh until he found a good spot to leave a hickey, one on each leg.

“Well...” He finally said, his finger going through Anthony’s cock. “Just because you asked so sweetly.” He teased, getting his hand away from the other’s hip, once again taking him in his mouth, twirling his tongue and sucking him off.

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infitixlis:

He gasped when his legs were thrown over his shoulders, he felt so exposed that way and like if the control he had with his hands on his hair was now nothing compared to Roger’s Anthony looked down, his heels pressed against his shoulders blades but then he did the thing with his fingers and his whole body shuddered. Another moan escped his lips, this had a more sharp tone due the spark of pleasure that ran through every inch of him. His cock again twitched and began to drop, his hands clenched on his shoulders and what it had the intention of a groan, came out like a little yelp because he was not ready for that sensation. “G-God~” Anthony panted and started to grind against his finger, eager but he couldn’t care less at the moment.

“Hmm, you like that?” Rogers asked, a smirk on his lips as he moved his finger through Anthony’s length, his tongue following suit. Licking just with the tip, then flat, catching the tip of the other’s cock between his lips, sucking, taking it all in, his teeth gently gracing against the sensitive skin, enjoying the eagerness that he caused on Anthony, one of his free hand going to his hip to slow him down a little, wanting him to stay on the edge a little longer.

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infitixlis:

The hairs on the back of his neck stood at the feeling of Roger’s hands on his bare thighs and his toes curled. “Shut up, I’m doing it because I have to get off.”  Anthony huffed, cheeks still flushed. His little act didn’t last long and he broke at the very second his hot tongue ran along the sensitive skin. Fuck.

His hands went up to tangle his fingers on his hair and his head tilted back. It was much better than just his hand. “Fuck…Rogers.” He moaned and cursed himself mentally for giving him the satisfaction.

He would’ve smirked properly if his mouth hadn’t been busy sucking softly, tongue flat against Anthony’s cock, teeth barely scraping the soft skin, one of his hands moving back to the other’s inner thigh, scratching a little as he made Anthony spread his legs a bit more, setting them on his shoulder’s as he began to bob his head up and down, teasingly slow at first, increasing his pace after a bit, making one of the metallic fingers begin to vibrate, running it along Anthony’s thigh, going up to circle his nipples, then back down as he pulled his mouth away running the vibrating finger through the other’s length.

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infitixlis:

“Ah…you can just..give me a minute and I’ll be…done.” He made a pause, his gaze dropping to his mouth and his cock twitching in anticipation of the idea. His heart was racing like crazy and fuck he had to be done soon because the pleasure was starting to turn into something less enjoyable.

“…but if you’re up for it…” He bit his lips and got up, dropping his pants and underwear and stepping out of them before moving to sit on his desk and slowly spread his legs, calling Rogers closer with his index fingers. “Show me what you can do.”

Rogers sat down on the chair that moments ago Anthony was using, rolling closer to the desk, placing his hands on Anthony’s thighs, caressing them slowly. “Look at you....Sitting on the table like a dessert.” He smirked, the tip of his tongue licking along Anthony’s length. “I’m going to enjoy you.” He told him, voice low as he licked the head of Anthony’s cock, his hands moving from his thighs, to his ass, squeezing it as he took the tip of the other’s erection between his lips sucking lightly before going down slowly, tongue curling around as he hummed contently.

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@infitixlis || x

Walking down to Stark’s workshop, Rogers was about to announce his presence when he saw what the genius was about to to do, the corner of his lips curling up in a smirk as he decided to observe.

The little moan that left Anthony’s lips made him lick his lips, opening the door, quiet as a mouse, walking closer to the other, sneaking up on the other, the smirk still plastered on his lips when he got close enough to appreciate the image before him fully.

“Stark.” He said, making the other jump and flush. “Came to pick up some things.” Rogers explained, leaning against Stark’s desk, his eyes unashamedly looking down at Anthony’s half hidden erection. “Seems like you are a little busy, though.” He teased, leaning over, face inches away from Anthony’s. “Let me help you out. You’ll get messy otherwise.” He said, licking his lips to hint his intentions.

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infitixlis:

Anthony groaned when Rogers forced him to look at him, he didn’t want to because he was right, every word that fell from the other’s mouth was right and Anthony couldn’t take it. He was about to push his hand away but then he received a hard slap across his face, Anthony covered his sore cheek and looked at him…he was so…helpless? So confused, just like a kid knowing the truth abou how horrible life was. 

“I’m not––– I’m not a thing.” Anthony mumbled, his eyes weren’t looking at Rogers anymore but his was staring at the room, processing everything the other man had said. “ –––” What he could do now? He couldn’t win … and Rogers knew it, he was different … Anthony hated it but at the same time…somehow he craved the balance that Rogers made him feel.

“I’m sorry.” He finally said, not sure if loud enough for the other to say. He looked down and dropped his hand by his side.     “Will you call someone or are you going to leave me here?”

“Yes. You. Are.” Rogers said, wanting the words to sting, to make Anthony ache the way he ached, wanting to hurt him. It was toxic and yet, this...Whatever it was they had going on, was the most real thing he had been a part off in ages. And perhaps the saying was right and two wrongs made a right. Even if it was a fucked up one. 

Anthony apologized and Rogers wasn’t sure if he had heard right but if he did, he wasn’t sure it was sincere. Knowing Anthony, it wasn’t. Knowing him it meant nothing, it was just his way to try and get out of the sticky situation he had gotten himself into. And Rogers didn’t want to give him the satisfaction.

But then again...He didn’t want Anthony to die. 

“Spare me your fake apologies.” He muttered, annoyed. At Anthony, at himself. 

He looked at the wound, still bleeding but not enough to kill him, not any time soon at least, not if Rogers helped him out, not if he called someone, not if he was the one to take him to a doctor. He let out a huff, ripping off a piece of his shirt, using it to wrap it around Anthony’s leg to help stop the bleeding, taking a phone and handing it to the other.

“You call someone. I’m done with this.”

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[infitixlis-a]

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infitixlis:

He hated it, he hated every minute of pain and just because of the other’s presence, if he was alone he wouldn’t mind a bit…but Rogers was there, looking down at him…making him whimper like a little bitch and he could feel the anger dripping from his mouth. Anthony was most of the time a pouting child that would throw a tantrum if a single detail didn’t go as he wanted, that wasn’t a secret and now…now he was like a child being punished by someone stronger, taller than him, someone who was right and he couldn’t stand it.

“I’m –– I’m glad you realized it, that you’re nothing for me! You’re nothing for anyone!” He snarled and crawled back until his back was pressed against a wall, he pulled his leg closer to his body, groaning in pain with every single movement.

This was … somehow new, he didn’t feel like this since Afghanistan, none have had the power over him like this in years…but there was a reason he didn’t call his suit, there was a reason he didn’t want to scream, to call for help and that reason was beyond his own ego… he needed this…he needed the sensation of the pain, the slight fear of not knowing what was going to happen, of not having the control of the situation, of everything in the room…he was down and that made him feel a little less heavy on his shoulders. It was confusing.

Rogers got up, walked towards Anthony and looked at him, his baby blue eyes just for a second showing the man he used to be, showing the softness and kindness that Steve Rogers used to have. Showing vulnerability. 

“I know.” He said, resigned. It had been so long since he had meant anything to anyone that he wasn’t sure what it was like any more, so long since he had been more than a weapon that in times it was difficult to be human. “And you...You are everything.” He said after a moment, eyes hardening once more, the warmth vanishing, leaving behind an icy glare. “No matter how cruel you are, how arrogant or vain, you always win, don’t you? People always adore you, people always hope to be loved by you, they want your tenderness so bad.” 

Steve had seen it. The desperate need that people had for Anthony’s approval, how just one smile could satisfy the need of the people around him. He could treat all of them like garbage and all he had to do to win them back was a smirk. And Rogers knew that Anthony loved it. Slapping someone in the face and having them apologize for whatever they did, even when Anthony was the one to blame. 

“I don’t.” Rogers told him, grabbing his face, forcing him to look at him, “I don’t want your tenderness, Stark. I don’t want your meaningless words, I don’t want your fucking smirks and that pisses you off so much. You can’t win me like you win the world and you brand me as worthless for it.” He let go and slapped the man across the face. “I’ve had enough of that. You are no better than me, you will never be better than me. You think you are above them but you are just a pretty doll that everyone worships and likes to play with. Even when you control the game, for them you are just a thing, just like me.”

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[rogersx-blog]

what were you expecting? tenderness and love?  Fuck that man, let the dark muses be DARK. 

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infitixlis:

He couldn’t help the scream of pain that Rogers stole from his lips, he couldn’t help to fall like another helpless victim to the expensive floor of his office. Anthony gripped his leg and looked up at Rogers…how he hated that view, he couldn’t stand to look up to other people. “You’re a coward, you can’t even make me shut up for your own sake!” He spat out, his jaw tensed as well as the rest of his body; even if the wound wasn’t lethal, it still hurt like a bitch. Anthony bit hard his lips, he didn’t want…he couldn’t look this lame, the feeling is unbearable for the billionaire. 

“It’s kinda funny…that the only way you know how to fix things it’s with a weapon, you know your words are not hard enough…not important enough.” He grinned or at least he tried before the smirk faded due the pain. Slowly, Anthony got up, leaning against his desk.

“I thought you were worth it, Rogers.” A pause, he gestured to his body and looked at him again. “I’m not even going to call my suit of armor.”

“Words are for people like you, Anthony.” He said, not one bit offended by the accusation. It was true, the best way he knew how to handle things was through fights, through pain. “You call me coward, a word that is supposed to inflict some sort of pain in me, make me feel bad about myself.” He laughed, bitter and harsh, walking close to the man, pressing his foot on the wound. “But Anthony, actions always speak louder than words. You want to hurt someone? You do this.” He pressed harder, staining his shoe with blood. “The weight of my words doesn’t matter. My actions do.”

He pulled his foot away, staining the carpet with a perfect print of his boot, he walked towards one of the chairs and sat down, pointing the gun at Anthony, there were still two bullets he could use to inflict more damage. The other leg to make the man kneel before him, an arm just to hurt him, the torso to make him scream out in pain and ruin his expensive suit.

“No, you didn’t. And that, Anthony, is the problem.” He stated, the hand holding the gun relaxing ever so slightly, his grip less tense but still steady. “I’m not worth it to you. I am fun, a new shiny toy to play with, one that will endure no matter what you do to it, one that will bite back if you poke it enough. You like me like this, you enjoy me. But you don’t think I’m worth it. I know the look in your eyes, I’ve seen it a hundred times. I’m a thing to you, I’m not a person, I’m not worth it. I’m a something and I’m just useful.” He spat, angry and hurt. Your father looked at me the same way.

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*looks into the camera like i’m in the office*

[infitixlis-a]

Roger’s personality was something that Anthony could appreciate, he was tired…bored of the people that only knew how look down and nod before him. A small smirk, almost imperceptible appeared on the CEO’s features, this tongue ran through his bottom lip as he adrenaline started to do his work, his muscles tensed, his feet were ready to run, his body was ready for the shot.

Anthony fought against all those warnings, he was afraid? Of course, he had a man pointing a gun at him but somehow that made him feel alive, not everyone had the balls. The billionaire analyzed his chances in a second, his mind was working like never. He could easily call his suits, he could jump under his desk but no…that was the easy way and he felt disgusted to even think about it.

He took a step forward, his blue eyes locked with Roger’s.

“Are you going to shot me?” He said in a mocking tone, what if the other shot him? He would be doing Anthony a favor.

“Let me remind you that everything that it’s happening here it’s being recorded. That I have a metallic army that is ready to follow you to the end of the world to take you down. Just a letting you know that I’m the one of the most powerful men in the world…Rogers.” Anthony kept walking until the barrel of the gun was against his forehead. “But none of that is important to you…right? What if you get killed? You’re already bored of this world…

                  So…if you shot me…with who are you going to play later? Mhm?                                       I understand you, Rogers.”

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The hand holding the gun clenched it tighter as he listened to whatever Anthony had to say. He laughed at the vague threat, warning, whatever it was. It didn’t matter, it still sounded absolutely ridiculous. He shot four times, to each of the cameras that he had already spotted, perhaps there were a couple more hidden, it didn’t matter, he was certain that now they were on a blind spot. 

“I’ve taken down worse armies than your robots, Stark. I will turn your suits into cans when they get to me.” Of course, it would be quite the fight. He was certain that he wouldn’t make it out completely unharmed but he would survive. He always survived. That was the problem, wasn’t it? “I’ve killed more powerful men.” Good men, bad men. With accuracy and like a ghost. He smirked. “I even killed a Stark before.” It was information that he had been keeping secret on purpose, a mix of guilt and fear of coming clean stopping him from informing Anthony about what he had done. “And here I am.”

He pressed the gun against Anthony’s forehead, titling his head to the side as he watched the other man. In someone else, he might’ve thought of the action as brave but with Anthony it was nothing more than stupidity driven by his large ego and sense of invincibility. 

 “Understand me?” He huffed, shaking his head. “You are not even close.” He said and yet he had to admit that life was a lot less dull since Anthony came along, there was something about the other man that picked at his interest, that made him want to stay despite everything. Anthony was, sometimes, good company, he was complex and so very different from the people he had met through out the years. Yes, Rogers liked to play with Stark. 

He shot him. Right in the leg, without mercy. It wouldn’t kill him, he wouldn’t even bleed out. He had moved away just enough to make sure the bullet stayed in Anthony’s leg. 

“As I said, you really need to learn when to shut the fuck up.”