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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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Johnny Storm looking into your soul

FANTASTIC FOUR: RISE OF THE SILVER SURFER (2007)

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All Day…

Pairings: Steve Rogers x gender neutral reader

Warnings: SMUT, explicit sexual content- deep throating, male overstimulation, oral kink, explicit language (must be 18+)

Word Count: exactly 100 words!

A/N: My mind is currently consumed with all the deep throat thots. This is completely self indulgent and I don’t even think I’m sorry 🤷‍♀️😏

‘Fuck’ Steve groaned, thick thighs spread wide as you sucked his length to the back of your throat for the…. well you’d lost count today.

’Baby, I can’t’ Steve whimpered, his sculpted abs trembling as your tongue swirled his tip just the way he liked.

’Hmmm’ you moaned around his length, doubling your efforts.

’Jesus, fuck’  Steve’s body jolted, his tip hitting the back of your throat as you tasted his salty spend, your eyes watering triumphantly.

’No more, baby’ Steve panted, chest heaving.

’What happened to I can do this all day, Stevie?’ You teased, with a devilish grin.

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Almost Had Me Believing It - Part 15

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader    

Word Count: 1.5K

Warnings: *Trigger* Forced Drug use, discussion of drug overdose, suicide, & miscarriage, violence, language.

Summary: An undercover operation playing Bucky Barnes’ wife is a dream come true. Playing house in the suburbs while trying to take down a drug ring brings you and Bucky closer but a nosy neighbor causes trouble in paradise.

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“Nobody needs to die, Melissa. If it’s me, I’ll… I’ll leave. You’ll never hear from me again.” You say, hoping to appease the angry woman in front of you.

“No! No, you aren’t leaving. You’re mine. I love you.” Frank growls before turning to Melissa “It’s been eight years. Haven’t I paid enough? Can’t I have something for myself?”

“No. You’ll never have paid the debt you owe. You’re mine. Forever. And I don’t like competition.” Melissa stares past Frank to you, still pointing the gun. 

Deciding to stall you look between the two, “What debt? What is she talking about, Frank?”

“There was a time when we were in love.” Melissa’s words are mocking. “Because I was stupid enough to believe in it. To think he was actually capable of it.”

“I did love you.” Frank says quietly. 

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