#ooc steve

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𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓲𝓽 𝔀𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓫𝓮 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓭𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝓢𝓽𝓮𝓿𝓮 𝓡𝓸𝓰𝓮𝓻𝓼 ━━━ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ━━━ warnings mlm (gay relationship) • black male reader • size kink (implied) • suggestive content • ooc steve rogers • fluff ━━━ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ━━━

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1. the size difference

Dating Steve Rogers meant constantly being reminded of just how big he was. Not just tall—but broad, solid, built like something unreal. His hands alone could cover most of your waist, fingers spreading like he needed to ground himself in you. And the way he’d pull you close? Effortless. Like you weighed nothing. You’d catch the looks sometimes—people noticing how easily he dwarfed you—but Steve never made it feel intimidating. If anything, it felt… safe. Until he’d lean down, voice low in your ear, grip tightening just slightly like he knew exactly what he was doing—and suddenly that size difference felt like something else entirely.

2. secretly a freak (and nobody believes you)

No one on the team believes you. Not Sam, not Bucky—no one. To them, Steve is all polite smiles, old-fashioned charm, and “language!” when someone swears too loud. But you know better. You’ve seen the way his eyes darken when it’s just the two of you. The way his voice drops, softer but heavier, when he’s close. He’s controlled—always controlled—but that’s what makes it worse. Because when that control slips, even a little? Yeah… no one would believe it. And honestly, you’ve stopped trying to convince them. It’s your secret—and the way Steve looks at you across the room sometimes tells you he’s perfectly fine keeping it that way.

3. romantic for no reason (especially after missions)

Steve is the definition of romantic, but it hits different after missions. Especially the ones where things get too close. You’ll notice it immediately—he gets quieter at first, more attentive. Then suddenly, he’s planning something. A dinner, a walk, something simple but intentional. It’s never about the place—it’s about you. The way he watches you, like he’s grounding himself in the fact that you’re still there. That he made it back to you. He won’t always say it out loud, but you feel it in everything he does—the way his hand lingers in yours, the softness in his voice. Loving you is how he comes back to himself.

4. soft mornings

Mornings with Steve are… unfairly sweet. You’re usually half-asleep when you feel it—soft kisses against your face, your jaw, your shoulder. He wakes you up gently, like there’s no rush, like the world can wait. And then there’s the smell—breakfast. Because of course he’s already been up, already made something for you. When you finally open your eyes, he’s right there, smiling softly, tray in hand like it’s the most normal thing in the world. “Morning,” he murmurs, leaning in to kiss you again. And just like that, you’re starting your day wrapped in warmth, in care, in him.

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Part 2 ??

[stuckys-baby]

This is how i look at the pile of dishes in the sink at night..

This is certainly not the look I'll be giving to my childhood bf whom I'll be leaving/abandoning. Period

[sherrybaby14]

Who Am I? Part Two

Chapter Summary: Locked away and you get a visitor

Pairing: Steve X Reader 

Warnings:  Smutty, smut, smut, smut,  Forced, Noncon Oral, Noncon/Rape, A/B/O

Words: 3500

Tags: @divadinag @ariwolff14 @mrssgtjamesbuckybarnes @marauderice @el-bucky

Sleep faded away and the shocking weight of reality came crashing down on you.  You popped up in a strange bed and looked around the room. Grey walls, grey sheets.  There was a huge window though.  You ran over to it. The sun was setting and you were at least one hundred floors up. The knot in your stomach caused you to crouch down.  It was probably seven, you’d slept for twelve hours and missed the last two of your doses.   You forced yourself up. You had to stay strong and find a way out of here.  

               The bedroom opened up to a living space. There was a television and a couch and a little kitchenette.  The main door was of course locked.  You guessed it was solid metal.  There was no chance at breaking it down.  You tried to stay rational, but there was a cloud of doom lurking over you.  An open door showed a bathroom and you threw yourself into it, kneeling in front of the toilet you drive heaved several times. There was nothing in your stomach to throw up though.

                 It was impossible to tell if your symptoms were withdrawal from your medication or because of the anxiety over your current situation.  You sat on the floor and steadied your breathing.  If one thing were true it was that you were realistic, getting upset would accomplish nothing.  You needed a plan.  A hot flash went through your body and you glanced towards the shower.  Cooling off and settling your nerves was a good place to start.

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               “You should have sent her away.”  Steve was pacing in Tony’s common room.

                 “I know.” Tony stood behind the bar and slammed a drink. “Trust me, I know. Clever girl though, Bruce would kill me. I’d rather hold off on that.”

                 “What the hell sort of omega tries to hide their makeup?” Steve continued to pace, ignoring Tony. “This isn’t 1940.  They have all the rights in the world. If she wanted to get her Phd, they would have let her.  I bet they would have created a program just for her!  This is insane.  There’s about one omega for every twenty alphas and she wants to hide? I don’t get it.”

                 “As soon as Bruce gets back she won’t be our problem anymore.” Tony poured Steve a drink and walked out from behind the bar. “Stay away from her. I don’t want you going all alpha because she’s around. She’s not effecting you is she?”

                 “No.” Steve shook his head. “Not physically at least. Morally she is.  Did you find out what was in those pills?”

                 “Pretty much a Frankenstein concoction of chemicals.” Tony handed Steve the drink. “She’s approximately [Your age]. Been taking those things since she was fourteen.  I would guess she took a couple years off her life span, dealt with a lot of side effects besides hiding the omega factor.”

                 The glass in Steve’s hand shattered.  Tony stopped talking and Steve slowly looked towards him.  There was no way the other man could understand how insulting this was.  He wasn’t an alpha.  Omegas were rare enough as it was, yet here was one killing herself for no reason.  

                 “Maybe we should change the subject.” Tony hit a keypad and a little robotic cleaner came out.  “Any word from your man? Did he find my man?”

                 “Not yet.” Steve shook his head. “I need to release some steam. I’m going for a run.”

                 “It’s almost eight o’clock.” Tony raised an eyebrow as he took another drink. “Relax, have a drink. We caught the bad guy yesterday. Enjoy it.”

                 Steve didn’t say anything as he left Tony’s. He wasn’t going for a run either. He needed answers and there was only one person who could give them.  

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               The best option was the door.  Even if you managed to open a window the drop would kill you.  It might be locked, but that didn’t mean you could not figure a way to pick it.  You knelt on the floor and examined the hinges. It would probably be easier to take them off than to figure out a way to open the lock since it was likely controlled by some electronic monitoring.  

                 The kitchen was filled with food, meaning there was no reason for anyone to check in on you.  No cameras were visible, but that didn’t mean they weren’t there. There was a telephone, but no numbers were on it and as soon as you picked up it connected you to a Stark tower prompt, meaning there was no way to get an outside line. The door was your only way out.  

                 While you examined the hinges a knock vibrated the metal.  You shot up to your feet and looked at it with confusion.  To your surprise the lock clicked and the door started to open. You took two steps back as a head peered around the opening.  Your lips parted in shock when another famous face looked at you.

                 His blond hair and blue eyes looked like the all American dream.  He was bigger in person and you felt small, wrapping your arms around yourself. His eyes ran up and down your frame and there was an obvious annoyance on his face.

                 “Hello Y/N,” He stayed in the door. “I’m Steve. Steve Rogers.”

                 “I know who you are.”  This was unbelievable.  Dr. Banner promised you that you would never meet any of these people.

                 “I wanted to check on you. See how you’re doing.” He rolled his shoulders back and it felt like he grew even taller.

                 The scientist in you wondered what the feeling was, then it hit you.  He was an alpha.  You immediately dropped your eyes to the floor, not wanting to study any part of him.

                 “I’d like to ask you some questions, but if you want me to leave say the word and I am out of here.”  His voice was so calm and focused.  

                 Every part of your brain screamed at you to toss him out, that it was a bad idea.  But you knew if you did nobody would come and see you again.  So far no omega instincts were kicking in, you didn’t have to worry about being alone with an alpha.  He was just a person to you.  A person you might be able to convince to let you out.  You held out your hand towards the sofa.  He shut the door behind him, and you heard it lock. So much for trying to hit him over the head with a frying pan and making a run for it.

                 “Trying to break out?” Steve asked as he took a seat.

                 “No.” You sat next to him, with the middle cushion empty.

                 “Then you decided to decorate with a butter knife and some pins by the door?” His blue eyes looked into yours and you saw a kindness.  

                 It made you uncomfortable and you looked away, spotting the pile of make shift tools you had at the door.

                 “This isn’t an ideal situation for me.” You pressed your lips together and gave him an awkward smile.

                 “You don’t look like an omega, you don’t act like an omega, you don’t smell like an omega.”  He was looking up and down your face like you were a science project.

                 “How did you find out?” You looked away again.

                 “Thor.  Apparently the Asguardian’s weren’t effected by your pills.”  Steve leaned forward.

                 “Nobody else has to know.” You gave him a meek smile. “You could let me out of here. Give me my pills.  I won’t bother anyone. Finish my days as a beta.”  

                 “Why? Why would you want that? Omega’s are extraordinary.”  Steve looked at you with hurt in his eyes.

                 You scoffed and turned away.  Typical alpha asshole.

                 “I don’t need anybody this way.  I get to be special because of who I am, not because of what I am.” This was not the way to go.  You needed another tactic. A way to convince him to let you out. “People love you because you’re Steve Rogers, not because you’re an alpha.”

                 “You could’ve still received your degrees and chosen an alpha who would have let you continue with your research.” Steve’s voice sounded closer.

                 “It wouldn’t have been a university experience. It would have been private tutors in one of those compounds, and the alpha I would have chosen would have let any omega choose him.  It wouldn’t matter to him what my hobbies were, dreams or goals, all that would have mattered was that any omega picked him.”  You turned and looked at Steve. “What sort of life is that?”

                 He frowned and leaned back on the couch.

                 “Not to mention if I let my hormones take over I might have lost the drive to get my doctorate. I would have been driven on instinct.  I see mated omegas, they only care about their families. I want more.” You could feel yourself getting on a soapbox. “I didn’t want to be a slave to my nature, so I did something about it.  I changed it. And now you people think you have the right to take that away from me.  To tell me what to do with my life. You don’t even know me. You don’t know what I’m capable of.”

                 “You’re getting upset.” Steve interrupted.

                 “Damn right I am.” Your breathing was getting heavy. “I didn’t do anything wrong. It’s my body. I should get to use it as I see fit. I didn’t live in fear.  I was happy.  Sure I was a little lonely and maybe getting bored at that teaching position, but I should have known better than to come here.  Then Dr. Banner promises state of the art equipment and a chance to help. To really help.  I was so stupid.  I should have demanded the lab come to me.  Then I wouldn’t be stuck in this mess.”

                 “You should calm down.”  Steve was still out of your line of vision.  It was like you weren’t even speaking to him.  

                 “Of course I’m going to try to break out of here. What sort of question was that?  This is a prison, and you plan on turning me over to an even stricter prison.  I deserve to be free.  Even if I was hiding, it was my choice of where I hid.  I am a person too…” Your babbling was interrupted when giant arms wrapped around your waist.

                 You let out a little scream as Captain America tossed you over his shoulder.  Your head hung down his back.

                 “What the hell are you doing?” The blood rushed to your head.

                 SMACK.  The only answer you received was a painful slap to your ass.  SMACK. A second one came and you let out a whimper of pain.  He responded with a growl and unceremoniously tossed you down onto the bed.  

                 You bounced and placed your hands behind you, sitting upwards.  He loomed over you.  That’s when you noticed it.  His blue eyes were gone, his pupils so dilated they looked almost completely black.

                 “Fuck.”  You scooted backwards until you hit the headboard.  

                 He leaned forward on the bed and started to crawl towards you.  You pulled your legs to your chest and debated on rolling off the bed.  Steve responded with another growl.  Your eyes went back to his as he stalked closer to you it was becoming more and more obvious that he was in predator mode and you were the prey. This was a fight you did not want to lose.

                 “SOMEONE HELP ME!” You kicked out and jumped off the bed. “PLEASE! I KNOW YOU CAN HEAR ME!”

                 You did not even make it to the doorway before his hands were on you again.  You screamed and kicked, but he held your back tight against his chest and brought his free hand over your mouth.  He let out a low rumble right in your ear.

                 “Shhhhh.” He squeezed you tighter. “I’m going to help you.”

                 Oh God. Your mind raced. You tried to remember everything you knew about alphas and omegas.  Over the years that information wore away and was replaced with information about biology and DNA.  You let out another muffled scream and started to thrash again.   The hands disappeared and you shrieked as you felt the fabric of your shirt tear in two.  You brought your arms up to try and keep it in place, but the movement gave him ample opportunity to pull your shorts and panties down.  

                 “Stop.  Please.” You let out a cry and ran forward.

                 You did not make it a step before the hands were on your hips picking you up in the air like you weighed nothing and tossing you onto the bed again.  You pressed your legs together and tried to use the shirt to cover your thighs and you retreated back to the headboard.  Steve pulled off his shirt and you saw the ripple of his muscles up close. A smile crossed his face as he undid his buckle.  He thought you approved of his body.  

 Running didn’t work so your eyes scanned the nightstand looking for a weapon. You picked up the alarm clock and turned to try and bash him over the head. He jumped on the bed and was right in front of you grabbing your wrist.  The playful smile was gone and the anger returned.  He squeezed hard and you dropped the clock.

 “Ahhh, please let go.  You’re hurting me.”  You locked eyes with him.

 His features did not soften, but he let go of your wrist and then your shirt was gone.  You moved your hands between your legs trying to cover yourself. His eyes followed your movement and he gripped onto each thigh, prying them apart and moving himself down.  

 “No!” You started to struggle, debating on whether to hit him or shield yourself.

 He glared daggers at you as he lowered his head between your legs.  His hands moved to your wrists and he pulled them off of you with ease.  He had a perfect view of your most intimate area.  He wrapped an arm around each of your thighs and moved closer. You shoved at his shoulders, but he was like a mountain.  His hot breath was right on you.  Fear flooded you and you started to scream again.

 “PLEASE HELP ME!” You yelled to nobody.

 “I am trying.” Steve responded.

 Then you felt it.  His tongue was licking up your slit.  You let out a gasp and tried to wiggle away, but he was like a vice.  He started to flick against your clit. You continued to wiggle, but your body was starting to betray you.  You let out another cry, he responded with a hum that made your bundle of nerves vibrate and you fell onto you back from the sensation.  

 You were almost hyperventilating as he began to work his tongue against you. He was sucking and rubbing his tongue up and down at the same time.  You had no clue why it was feeling so good and started to tremble.  Shame ran through you and you brought your hands to cover your face.  This was wrong on so many levels.

 He must have misinterpreted your movement as a signal of acceptance because he let go of one of your thighs.  Then you felt a finger tracing your entrance and another wave of resistance flashed.  You tried to sit up and close your legs, but only resulted in pulling his face further down on you.

 “Stop! I’ve never done this! Please.”  You cried.  

 He ignored you and you felt pressure as his finger started to slide inside of you.  It hurt. You let out a scream and threw yourself back down on the bed. He was moving slow. His tongue still working on you and you felt his finger slide out before re-entering with more this time.  You winced, with the strange foreignness of this all.  

 “Relax for me.” His words vibrated your core. “I’m trying to help you.”

 “This isn’t help you psycho.” You responded and tried to hit his shoulders again.  

 He gave another growl and you let out a moan.  What the hell?  You didn’t understand what was going on.  Why did you moan?  The question caused you to stop fighting and he started moving his finger in an out of you. Your eyes went wide as he picked up the pace and continued to tease your bud.  The tears started to dry up and to your surprise your hips started to move with him.  

 A strange feeling started to form.  Almost like an itch that desperately needed a scratch.  Your breathing started to get heavier and regulate.  Your heart raced and you let out another moan when he started to twirl his finger inside of you.  

 Then your leg was free and he was gone.  You popped up on your elbows and looked between your legs to see a glistening mess.  Then your eyes went to Steve.  He was standing up again and pulling down his pants.  His cock sprung forward and you turned away onto your side.  You had never seen a naked man before.

 The bed dipped and his hand was on your back, moving you to your knees.  He let out a grunt and in a split second your bra was ruined.  Now the two of you were completely naked and you knew what this position meant.

 “I’m a virgin.  Please don’t do this.”  You tried to plead.  “I can’t take you.  It will hurt. Just end this and let me go.”

 Steve placed a hand on your shoulder and bent you forward.  You were on your hands and knees with him behind you.

 “Beautiful.”  He kissed your back, his lips leaving butterfly touches down your spine. “Perfect.”

 Calling for help hadn’t worked, reasoning with him hadn’t worked.  

 “Stop. Please. I don’t want this.”  You started to cry again.

 “Shhh.” He pulled away from you. “I’m going to make it all better.”

 One of his hands rested in the small of you back.  Then you felt it. His cock at your entrance.  He started to push inside of you.

 “AHHH.”  Your arms gave out and you fell forward onto the bed.

 “It will only hurt for a few seconds.”  He continued to push inside of you.

 You bit down on the blanket and your knuckles went white as he slowly moved further inside of you.  

 “Relax for me.” Steve purred.

 You listened this time and tried to concentrate on your breathing.  He was huge, you felt like he was going to slide so far in his dick would pop out of your mouth.  Then you felt it.  He was in you to the hilt.  He leaned his body down over you and kissed your shoulders again.  He wasn’t moving, as if he was giving you time to adjust. You let out a little cry.

 “Doing so good.” He whispered. “Are you feeling alright?”

 What the fuck sort of question was that? You could not understand what the hell was going on.  He was raping you. Tears started to fall again.

 “I’ll make you all better.  You’ll see.” Then Steve pulled back, his chest no longer against your back.

 He gripped your hips and pulled out a little before moving back.  He did the same thing a few times.  The pain was gone.  There was a strange sense of fullness, but no pain.  Your body responded by relaxing a little and Steve noticed as he began pulling out further and moving a little faster.  The itch started to come back and you gasped.

 “Mmmmmm.” You couldn’t believe the noise came out of your mouth.  

 Then you realized you wanted him to move faster.  You wanted whatever feelings were forming in your body to be satisfied.  You started rocking your body against him.  He moved even faster and soon there was a whole mess of noises coming from you. You felt desperate as you moved against him, almost like you were begging him for something, but you didn’t know what it was.  As your rhythm increased the need only grew.  It started to almost hurt from the want until finally you felt it.  It was like your entire body exploded.  You were shivering and panting at the same time and then Steve was leaning over you again.  His teeth bit your neck and the mix of the pain and pleasure made a whole other explosion.  

                 Steve let out a grunt and your whole body collapsed as he stilled inside of you.  He didn’t pull out and instead rolled onto his side pulling your back to his chest. You were both breathing heavily. You shut your eyes as your body continued to feel like it was on a strange high, never wanting to give this feeling up.