You’re cuffed to the radiator, legs spread, blindfolded. I speak to you softly while I stroke myself in silence. You can’t see me, but you feel the air shift. I step closer, trace your lips with my tip, and cum across your face before you can even react. That’s how I keep you desperate. Uncertain. Submissive.
i’m gonna be real honest w u guys and tell u that i have been focusing my writing priorities on multiple pieces but this week, i deliberately tried to isolate powerplay and finish and post it but something just…. isnt clicking ☹️☹️
i’m aware that a lot of u know that i’ve been struggling w it but if u arent:
trust me when i say i really want to get this piece out to u guys and i’ve had my full draft of it done for about a week and a half but the ending is really fucking me up and i’ve rewritten it about 4 times 🙄🙄🙄 i want to put something out that i’m almost completely satisfied with (bc we all know us as humans will never be completely satisfied w anything 😹😹) and i’m jusf Not happy with it yet.
this was my fic that i wanted to be perfect and so completely maddy in every honest way possible (in terms of like how deep i see things yk) and i still want to make it as close to perfect as possible!!!! ive been wantint to weite a fic like this for ages and FOR JAMES NO LESS!!!!
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Is ruthless-cute even a thing? They're both quite a pair, hiding their dark secrets and mostly their agendas from each other. And kind-of-flirting?
And look at them talking about darkness as some kind of foreplay :D
And look at him suddenly having a pang of care. She offered him a bell to improve his sleep, and he's offering her a piece of his good advice. Oof, they both are tough.
Summary: every time you and Steve fuck, you do it his way, because Captain America is always in charge. But what happens when Stevie wakes up after an exhausting mission and finds himself tied to his bed, with you on top of him…
Content Warning: smut (anal sex), powerplay, Sub/Dom dynamics, teasing, bondage (steve is retrained), nicknames (Captain, Sweetheart,…), Nomad Stevie, fluff, Steve and reader are NOT in an established relationship at the beginning of this, use of "good boy" (both parties), top Steve, bottom reader.
A/N: since I've been getting a bunch of male reader requests I figured this would be the easiest way to ease the cravings :)) this is one of my old stories I rewrote to be male reader, I really hope you like it!!!
Disclaimer: male reader fics are not my forte. This was written by a women from a female point of view so I really hope you guys like it. Requests and feedback are always welcome, lmk if you wanna be on my taglist <3.
Before he even opened his eyes, he could feel the weight of your body straddling his.
“Morning!” you chirped, a wide grin plastered on your face.
Steve’s eyes fluttered open, immediately greeted with the sight of you on top of him.
You looked amazing, covered in hickeys and bruised from the night before The only thing you were wearing was a black, satin tie, and there was nothing but mischief in your eyes.
The second he tried to move, he could feel the tug on his wrists. The sound of the metal handcuffs rattling against the bars of his bedpost.
“Howdy there big boy, where do you think you’re going?” You teased.
“Untie me.” He simply said, entirely unamused.
“Now where’s the fun in that?” You asked, not planning on giving in so soon.
“Fun huh? Well if that’s what you’re looking for, sweetheart, all you had to do was ask.”
“Not today, Captain. Because today, I’m in charge.” You stated with a proud smile.
“You realize I can easily just break these silly cuffs and bend you over my lap, right?” He said, already fed up with your games.
“Go ahead and try.” You dared him.
Steve felt the slightest bit of worry mixed with curiosity in his stomach as he stared up at you.
He chuckled before tugging hard on the cuffs, expecting them to snap at the movement. To his surprise, they didn’t budge.
“Vibranium.” You said, answering the question you knew lingered on his lips.
“I had Shuri make them for me a while ago. Been waiting for the perfect moment to break them in, although you and I both know, they won’t actually break, will they?”
Oh he was fuming.
“Get me out of these fucking cuffs!” He yelled.
“Oh would you relax, you big baby!” You chuckled, leaning down to press a kiss to his bearded cheek.
“You remember your safeword?” You asked, using the same tone he always used on you.
“This isn’t fucking funny,”
“Yeah well I’m not fucking laughing, am I? Now watch your language before I spank you.”
He only growled in response.
Although he was being grumpy, you knew he would use the safeword if you actually pushed him too far out of his comfort zone.
Giving him a lighthearted smile, you moved to press slow kisses all over his frown.
A deep sigh escaped through Steves nose. The way you peppered sweet kisses all over his face put him at ease.
“Fine.” He breathed. “What do you have in store for me, huh? Are you gonna use my body as you please? Come all over Captain’s cock?”
“Stop that.” You warned, swatting his chest.
“What?”
“Stop taking control! You’re tied up. I’m on top. My rules.” You argued.
“So you keep saying” he chuckled. “What exactly are ‘your rules’?”
Taking a second to think about his question, you huffed out in frustration.
“Cut me some slack, I’m not used to this” you whined, dropping your head on his chest.
The fabric of his cotton shirt felt heavenly against your skin. It was all soft and comfortable, and it smelled like him.
“You’re comfy.” You said. “Just give me a minute and I’ll figure out what to do next.”
His heart melted. You were like a cat, snuggling into his shirt. It did feel really nice, but he’d be damned if he’d just admit that to you.
“So you tied me to the bed, to cuddle?” He raised his brow, giving you an amused look.
“Maybe I did”
You wrapped your arms around his torso and nuzzled against his beard.
“Hmm, you smell good.” You hummed, pressing light kisses up his neck.
“You’re a horrible dom.” Steve raised his brow.
You shushed him and pressed your lips against his. Your hands slid over his shoulders to his hair, fingers tangling in his dark golden locks.
Your hips started grinding against his, cock rubbing against the growing bulge hidden in his pants.
Pulling your lips from his, you sat up straight, still grinding into him, slowly.
“I’m going to give you a lesson in patience.”
“You?” He straight up laughed in your face. “You’re the one begging for me to fuck you every time I so much as breath too close to you.”
Your face turned red. You didn’t even know if it was anger or embarrassment, but you were starting to get pissed.
This wasn’t going to work, not like this.
“Fine.” You huffed, stopping your movements. “You’re right, I do want Captain to fuck me.”
Your voice was sultry, silky smooth. Just how he liked it. Never breaking eye contact with Steve, you slowly slithered down his body, leaving teasing pecks all over his cotton covered chest and stomach until your face was right in front of his painfully hard cock.
Pulling up his shirt slightly, you pressed more kisses on his abdomen, above his hips, down his happy trail. Fingers eagerly tugging on his waistband before finally pulling out his fat dick.
Steve didn’t say a word, he just watched you intently. Registering your every move. He watched as you licked a long, firm stripe up the base of his length, all the way to his tip before circling it with your tongue.
“Oh fuck” he breathed. “There you go, just like that, good boy.”
Your tongue swirled over his slit, tasting the single drop of precum. But instead of taking him in your mouth, you just kept teasing him.
Pressing light kisses up and down his shaft. Fondling with his balls, until he groaned, bucking his hips into nothing.
“Ah ah,…patience.” You teased. “That shouldn’t be hard for you, right Captain?”
Steve growled, but it quickly turned into a whine as you latched your mouth around his dripping tip.
You hummed in delight, wanting to hear that sound again. And you weren’t disappointed, the vibrations of your moans against him made him loose his mind.
“Oh FUCK” he nearly screamed. Trying to get you to take him deeper, but you just pulled back every time he got too far.
This would usually be the part where he gripped your hair, forcing himself down your throat until you gagged around him.
Before you met Steve, you often opted for more…vanilla sex. Simply because no one you ever met did rough sex right.
Steve did. Oh he SO did. He respected you, you know he did. Which is exactly why it was so easy to give yourself to him, completely and entirely.
Sex with Steve is easily the best sex you’ve ever had. It was nice to have someone take over control when you needed it. Especially in your line of work. But lately you’ve just been wanting to try something new.
Well, not new for you, new for Steve.
A little TLC, if you will. You felt like you both deserved it, after the missions you’ve had.
You pulled away from him entirely. Sitting up as you watched Steve, tugging at the cuffs as he writhed and squirmed on the bed.
“My poor, Stevie.” You cooed, moving to lay beside him.
“When I get out of these damn cuffs-”
“- you’ll ruin me, I know I know.” You finished his sentence. “Don’t get ahead of yourself Captain Rogers. We’ve barely gotten started”
You turned on your side to face him, draping your leg over his, you snuggled against him and kissed his cheek, sweetly brushing your fingers through his hair.
“I wouldn’t have to tie you up if you could just learn to behave.”
He gave you a questioning look.
“Just trust me” you said, your hand travelled down his body, grabbing his still throbbing erection.
“Let me take care of you, Stevie.” You cooed, nibbling on his ear, slowly pumping his shaft
His breathing hitched, it was safe to say that Steve was a little confused.
“You’re going soft on me.” He whispered, making you smirk.
“And you’re getting hard on me.”
You moved to slide off his pants entirely before finally getting on top of him again.
The internal struggle visible in his eyes made you giggle.
“Steve, would you relax?”
“Untie me.” He asked yet again.
“Why?” You raised a brow.
“Because I want to touch you” his voice was softer than before. You could hear how hard he tried to sound stern. How hard he tried not to beg.
You didn’t reply as you spit in your hand, reaching down to coat Steve's hard cock with your saliva. You reached over to the nightstand to grab the lube, giving him one more soft kiss before squeezing some of the sticky liquid on his cock. You gave him a few more strokes before finally sinking down on him carefully.
His eyes rolled back and he let out a satisfied groan. Even over his shirt, you felt the vibrations rumble in his chest as your fingertips pressed into the soft flesh, making you moan.
You slowly started riding him, slightly raising your hips with every sway, making his hard cock slip halfway out of your asshole every time before plunging back in as your cock rubbed against the patch of hair going up his lower belly.
You were in heaven.
“If I untie you, do you promise you’ll be a good boy?” You questioned. You were a mess, eyes closed and mouth slightly hanging open in pure bliss.
But Steve was stubborn. He kept his mouth shut and watched you ride him.
You groaned impatiently and grabbed his jaw, squeezing his cheeks between your fingers.
“I asked you a question, Steve.”
You squeezed your hole tightly around his throbbing cock, before stilling your movements.
“Are you going to be a good boy?”
Steve tried bucking his hips up in frustration but you didn’t move.
“I’ll take that as a no.”
Steve expected you to lift off him, tease him some more, just like he would do when you were being a brat. But you didn’t.
You kept moving at a slow, sensual pace. You whined as you trailed your hands over his chest, to his neck once more before moving them to your own body. The tingling sensation of his hot skin lingered on your fingers as you ran them over your own chest, imagining it were Steve’s rough hands softly caressing your skin.
As he watched you, and he felt you, Steve realized how handsome you were. Not that he had never noticed before, just not like this. Soft moans and whimpers tumbling from your lips as you moved on top of him, your fingers trailing over your soft skin.
His hands itched, god he would do anything to touch you right now, but he also noticed how being restrained from doing so made everything so much more intense.
It was different from when he had you tied up. You weren’t being as cruel as he would be. You didn’t toy with him as much and you weren’t nearly as mean, quite the opposite actually. You were being so soft and sweet.
That’s when it hit him. You didn’t want control. You just wanted some soft loving.
“Untie me”
“No.”
“Untie me, baby please?”
“Steve” you whined
“Untie me and I’ll give you what you want.”
You tore your eyes open, glaring down at him.
He let out a deep sigh before uttering the words “I’ll be a good boy.”
You couldn’t believe he actually said it. Steve never gave up control. Ever.
“Just let me touch you? Please?” He begged.
Steve Rogers. Captain freaking America, begging you to let him touch you.
He was right, you were a horrible dom.
You moved your hands to the cuffs. The fingerprint scanner Shuri had put in there proved to work perfectly as they clicked open the second your finger pad touched the middle part.
“You can keep the cuffs, just know that they only open with my touch” you said, flinging the piece of vibranium on the floor.
“Good, I don’t plan on using them with anyone else.” Steve breathed, sitting up as his hands flew to your waist.
He put his head against your chest, the side of his face pressed against your sternum.
“Steve” you exhaled. Part of you had expected him to take back control right away, flipping you over and fucking you into the mattress until you came so many times you saw stars (and stripes lol).
Instead, Steve just held you like that for a while.
This was probably the most intimate moment you had ever shared with Steve. And it made you realize how much you had been longing for this, how much you needed to just…feel him. To let go with him. Not just of control, of everything. Steve owned you. Mind, body and soul.
The palms of his hands were pressed flat against your back, holding you close against him while your hands played with his hair.
He was still buried deep inside of you, but neither of you moved, just basking in body heat, enjoying each others embrace.
“I’m kinda offended that you feel like you had to tie me up for this.” Steve finally spoke up.
For a split second, you thought you saw hurt flash through his eyes.
“Oh Stevie” you cradled his face, ducking down to press a slow kiss against his lips.
You both moaned into the kiss, suddenly aware of your position, you slowly started moving again.
You both kept each other close as you found a pleasurable pace.
“I’m sorry.” he breathed in between moans.
“W-what for?” You asked hazily.
“For…oh fuck…for making you feel like you…shit…like you couldn’t just…a-ask” he spoke as the pleasure increased with the tempo, his cock hitting your prostate with every move.
“Oh Steve!” You moaned loudly. Feeling his fingers slide down to stroke your cock.
Your orgasm came over you in waves, drowning everything around you out for a blissful moment as you rode it through, marking Steve's chest with your cum.
The clenching of your asshole and the angelic sounds tumbling over your lips made Steve shudder as he shot his hot load inside of you.
“Oh FUCK, BABY!” He almost crushed your body against his. Grip tightening around you as you felt his warm seed covering the fluttering walls of your asshole.
Steve pressed his lips against yours as you both road out your highs.
Chests heaved against one other. The smell of sex surrounded your sweat and cum covered bodies, but neither of you cared.
When he softly pulled away from the kiss, he leaned his forehead against yours before falling back against the bed, taking you with him.
You stayed on top of him for a second until he finally rolled you over and gently pulled out of you.
“I’ll be right back.” He pressed a chaste kiss against your cheek before disappearing into the bathroom.
His absence only lasted a few minutes, but it gave you time to take off your tie, dropping it on the floor next to the rest of your discarded clothes.
Steve returned wearing a fresh pair of boxer shorts, carrying a wet washing cloth and a little towel in his hands.
He only gave you a soft smile. Wordlessly cleaning up the mess between your thighs and on your chest before getting rid of the towel. He gave you one of his clean boxers, fighting off the fresh wave of dirty thoughts that seeing you in his underwear brought on. You quietly put them on, blushing as Steve came to lie down next to you, immediately pulling you close.
“You okay?” You both spoke up at the same time, giggling a little at the slightly awkward moment.
“Yeah, I’m okay.” You said with a smile.
He grinned back at you, “me too.”
A comfortable silence settled in between the two of you. This time you were the one to break it.
“Well…that was…different.”
“Yeah…it was.” Steve replied
“did you..I mean…was it good different or…or bad different?”
Steve turned to look at you. Studying your face for a moment before leaning in and pressing a sweet kiss against your lips.
“I don’t ever want anyone else." He said when he pulled back.
You didn’t know how to reply, so you just looked at him with soft eyes, allowing him to continue.
“I know that this…thing…between us has been… it’s just…I want you to know that it’s more than just blowing off steam or something. And I’m sorry for making you feel like you couldn’t talk to me about…you know…trying to slow it down a little sometimes…”
Trying your best not to burst into tears like a lovesick teenager, you swallowed before speaking again.
“I know you’ve been through a lot, Steve. I just want you to know that…I’m not going anywhere.”
“Me neither, baby. You couldn’t get rid of me if you tried.” he gave you a goofy smile.
“Now who’s going soft on who, rogers?” You teased.
“Keep talking and that’s not gonna be a problem for much longer, sweetheart,” he said, leaning in to capture your lips once more as you felt his cock already starting to harden against your hip.
The electric hum of the Enterprise Center still buzzed in Y/N’s veins as she stepped out into the brisk St. Louis night. The Blues had lost in overtime—heartbreaking, really—but at least the game had been thrilling. Her brother, James, walked beside her, a walking encyclopedia of stats and post-game analysis, already ranting about missed calls and defensive lapses.
“I’m telling you, if they don’t fix that power play, we’re screwed for the rest of the season,” he griped, zipping up his Stan Cavern hoodie.
Y/N smirked. “Maybe they should hire you as head coach.”
He scoffed. “At this point, I’d take the job for free.”
They weaved through the crowded sidewalks, dodging rowdy fans and street vendors selling everything from hot dogs to knockoff jerseys. The city was alive, pulsing with the energy of the game, but Y/N felt the familiar ache in her feet from standing too long in her heeled boots.
“I’m cutting through,” she said, motioning toward a narrow alley next to the arena.
James hesitated. “You sure? Just walk with me to the car.”
“I’ll be fine. It’s literally right there.” She pointed past the dimly lit passage.
“Alright, but text me when you’re in,” he said, already distracted by his phone.
Y/N rolled her eyes and slipped into the alley, the sounds of the crowd fading behind her. The air smelled like rain and asphalt, the streetlamp above flickering weakly. She picked up her pace. Maybe this wasn’t the best idea-
VROOOM.
Bright headlights flooded the alley, blinding her.
CRACK.
Pain shot through her body as something hard knocked her to the ground. She barely had time to register the impact before she was sprawled on the pavement, winded and disoriented. A car door slammed.
“Oh, shit, oh my god, are you okay?”
A voice, young, frantic, laced with unmistakable panic.
Y/N groaned, propping herself up on her elbows. A figure hovered over her, backlit by headlights, hands running through his messy brown hair. As her vision cleared, she blinked up at a face she had seen on TV more times than she could count.
Jack Hughes.
The Jack Hughes.
Star center of the New Jersey Devils.
And the guy who had just hit her with his car.
Jack crouched beside Y/N, his hands hovering awkwardly as if he wasn’t sure if he should help her up or call an ambulance. His wide, blue eyes were filled with panic, his face slightly flushed under the dim streetlight.
“Oh, shit—are you hurt?” His voice was rushed, filled with genuine concern. “I-I didn’t even see you. I swear I wasn’t speeding.”
Y/N sat there, her palms scraped from the pavement, her brain still trying to process the fact that Jack Hughes, the Jack Hughes, had just run her over. Well, okay, not run over exactly, but she definitely got knocked flat on her ass, and her knee was throbbing like hell.
This wasn’t happening. Nope. No way.
“I-I think I’m fine,” she muttered, trying to collect herself. She was not about to become some viral story on NHL Twitter. Devils star center commits vehicular manslaughter in St. Louis alley. Nope. Not her.
Jack exhaled, still looking at her like she might collapse at any moment. “Are you sure? Do you need, like, a hospital or something?”
The reality of the situation hit all at once - the game, the alley, the literal Jack Hughes standing over her - and suddenly, it was too much. Her heart pounded, her hands shook, and an overwhelming wave of get out of here now crashed over her.
“I...uh...I gotta go.”
“What?” Jack’s brows shot up.
She scrambled to her feet, wincing as pain flared up in her knee, but she didn’t stop. She dusted off her jeans in a daze, avoiding his gaze. “Yeah, I’m good. All good. No harm, no foul. You’re busy, I’m busy...uh...so, yeah, I should go.”
Jack blinked. “Wait, what? At least let me-”
But she was already backing away, her body moving before her brain could catch up. She turned on her heel and bolted out of the alley, limping slightly but pushing forward like her life depended on it.
Jack watched her go, completely bewildered. He ran a hand through his hair, still crouched where she had left him, a breathy laugh escaping his lips.
“What the hell just happened?” he muttered to himself, shaking his head.
Y/N didn’t stop running until she was halfway home, heart racing, mind spinning.
She had just been hit by Jack Hughes. And instead of milking the situation for all it was worth, she had run away.
Finally married, the couple - or rather Jimin, has the bright idea to go shopping. Try on some new clothes to totally not humiliate and embarrass Jungkook with way too small sizes and ripping seams left and right. After all, it might backfire on the small twink in the end. And Jimin realizes his mistake before they go into a restaurant.
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