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Genevieve

Gen gen ❤// 00s kid // callsign: lilith // "Gen's Character Moodboard Gallery" // angst addict

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𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: Steve discovers a new kink thanks to your thighs.

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨: Steve x Reader

𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘊𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 1K

𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Smut, 18+, choking kink

𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘉𝘦𝘵𝘢’𝘥, 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘸𝘯

𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 (𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵)

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Like all good things, it happened by accident. Steve’s been learning new things about himself recently, most of them thanks to you. God, he doesn’t know what he would do without you.

The first time the thought occurred to him was during training.

The lower level of the compound is split into a gym, sparring room, locker rooms, two saunas and a few offices that are mainly used for storage. On any given day, it’s packed with agents or avengers preparing for the next mission.

While you weren’t an Avenger or an agent, Steve wanted you to learn some basic defense techniques. So here you were in the middle of a Saturday afternoon across from your boyfriend.

Just the two of you in the gym, the faint smell of rubber, sweat in the air. The low whirl of the overhead air conditioner echoing through the large room.

You watch Steve explain his plans for you, you’re distracted by his attire. His grey sweatpants sitting loose around his hips, that vein going down his pelvis visible, the drawstrings untied hanging over his bulge swaying with each step. His tight white t-shirt hugging his muscular chest, his large hands moving in the air while he described defensive techniques. His biceps flexing, the tshirt straining to contain him.

“Are you listening to me?”, Steve asks, carding a hand through his golden locks.

He steps in front of you, pushing your chin up with his thumb, “Hey my eyes are up here”.

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