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I decided this was almost mandatory to create

Zodiac by FDASuarez

@ boys with nose rings hello hi yes thank you

I CANT HANDLE THIS

WHO CREATED THIS?! HOW FUCKING DARE YOU 

2015 - Here are some gifs of Donald Trump being attacked by a bald eagle named Uncle Sam, literally the least patriotic thing that can happen to an American. [video]

Steve x female!reader smut

WARNINGS: kinky!steve, slight dubcon, dom!steve, sub!reader, teasing, thigh riding, hold the moan, touching in public, dirty talk, color system, steve is absolutely filthy in this, and i'm not sorry. MINORS DNI BELOW THE CUT, 18+ ONLY

side note: uuhhh yeahhh i kinda got carried away with this, and i will not apologize lmao.

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“When’s the last name you’ve got any action, grandpa?” Tony asked.

Steve, who was currently taking a drink, almost choked.

“Give you 20 bucks he’s still a virgin.” Bruce said back, a smile creeping onto his face.

“Okay fine. Easiest $20 I’ll ever make.”

Steve chuckled and turned to them.

“For your information, I’m not. But if you gotta know, it was before I went into the ice.”

Tony made some comment about Steve being the oldest and horniest man alive.

“Will you two leave him alone?” You barked. “It’s rude to ask someone about their sex life.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Tony rolled his eyes at you. “You’re just being defensive cause you wanna tap that. Don’t blame you, though. I mean look at him, he’s 250 pounds of pure muscle and-”

“Holy shit, Tony! Shut up. You’re drunk.” You laughed, swatting at his shoulder.

Steve glanced over at you, his eyes lingering a little too long on your hips. It was less than a second, but you automatically felt his eyes on you.

Oh, this was going to be fun.

— — —

After that night, you had made it your personal mission to fix Steve long lived dry spell. It wasn’t like you would be throw yourself at him. Ever since you had joined the team, you and Steve had flirted with each other. But you had just figured it was more of a work relationship type thing.

But guess it wasn’t. You started noticing the little touches he would give you, whether it was trying to get around you in the kitchen or out on the battle field. His hand would just stay a little too long for it just to be harmless flirting.

And ever since then, you had been doing everything in your power -without being too obvious- to have Steve finally notice you.

“Hey, Stevie.” You smiled at him, squatting down to observe the dumbbells that were on the floor.

“Hi, Y/N.” He muttered from behind you, his eyes glued to your perfect ass. You were currently wearing leggings and a sport bra to work out in. Something new that you had started doing. You had purposely worn your sheer leggings, knowing Steve would be in the gym today.

You grabbed the 30 pound dumbbell and walked over to him, smiling still.

“Will you spot me?” You asked, batting your eye lashes. Steve nodded and stood behind you with his hands out as you proceeded to do squats.

“Didn’t even think you could lift 30 pounds, Y/N.” He chuckled awkwardly.

“Hey!” You squealed playfully. “Gotta keep myself tight somehow.”

You squatted down one last time, your ass cheeks barely grazing over Steve’s dick as you went down. Steve went rigid, and it felt like all of his blood went rushing to his cock, leaving him light headed.

You dropped the dumbbells and reached behind you to stretch your arms out. Turning around, you smiled at him noticing how flush he looked.

"Thanks, Stevie. I'm gonna hit the showers, Nat, Wanda, I are having a girls night." You patted his shoulder as you walked past him, headed towards the locker room. Steve just stood there nodding stupidly, praying to whatever god that was out there that you didn't notice his very obvious erection.

But you most definitely did notice it.

As soon as you disappeared behind the door, Steve ran into the other locker room, locking the door behind him. He turned the shower on and shed his sweaty clothes, his painfully hard cock smacking him in the stomach. Stepping into the shower stream, he moaned quietly, his hand stroking his cock.

Why was Y/N being such a damn tease? Didn't he see he wanted to fuck her in oblivion? Was it really that hard to notice? Or was he just bad at dropping hints? This would be a third time he’s touched himself this week thinking about you underneath him, moaning for him, begging for him.

Steve fucked his hand harder, the thought of your ass in those leggings flooding his thoughts as he painted the shower wall with his cum. He let out a frustrated sigh, still feeling unsatisfied. Touching himself has worked before, why wasn’t it working now?

— — —

“Movie night!” Tony yelled, plopping down in the arm chair. It was Friday, and as a tradition the team would watch a movie together. And so no fighting happened about what movie to watch, they took turns picking one out. And this week is Y/N’s turn.

“Fifty Shades or Grey? Are you kidding, Y/N?” Sam rolled his eyes in annoyance.

“It’s a good movie!” You protested, sitting down next to Steve. “There’s more than just sex in it, Sam.” You pulled a blanket overtop you and Steve and crossed you legs, you knee bumping into Steve’s.

Steve could already feel the hotness creeping up the back of his neck. A movie all about sex? That would make people uncomfortable, wouldn’t it?

Y/N hit play on the movie and the opening credits started, the recognizable rainy skyline of Seattle filling the screen.

It was about halfway though the movie, and Steve was already pitching a tent in his pants. He glanced quickly at the rest of his males in the room, seeing if anyone else was hard. But he was the only one. Thanking Y/N silently for covering him with a blanket, he soon released his mistake.

Steve felt a hand land on his upper thighs, squeezing it softly. His eyes went wide and a snuck a look over at Y/N, who had no expression on her face. Your hand continued upward, leaving little squeezes and soft caresses as you went. Steve stirred uncomfortably, the tip of his dick pressing painfully into his jeans.

“Got ants in your pants, capsicle?” Tony asked, which reciprocated a loud “shhh” from Natasha.

As Steve opened his mouth to answer, Y/N palmed his dick, your finger tips ghosting over his balls. He quickly shut his mouth, clenching his jaw to hold back a moan.

As soon you started your hand disappeared back into your lap, a small smirk tugging at the corner of your mouth. Steve was dumbfounded. He wanted to yell at you for doing this to him- in the of the living room of at places! But at the same time he wanted to drag you back to his room and shove your head down onto his cock until you were choking. He wasn’t sure which one would come first.

The ending of the movie was stupid and Steve was still hard, making him grumpy. The rest of the team got up and said their good nights but you and Steve stayed planted on the couch.

“Well, good night Stevie.” You whispered, starting to get up. Frustrated beyond belief, Steve grabbed your wrist tightly and pulled you in so you were straddling his thigh.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” He hissed.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about?” You smiled innocently.

“Don’t be coy, Y/N. It’s not very nice.”

Y/N looked at Steve, his beautiful blues were raging with anger and lust. It should have scared you, but it was just making you more turned on. You slowly drug your heat against Steve’s thick thigh, shuddering.

“Well, you were oblivious to my other hints. So I decided to be straight foreword.”

“You are playing with fire.” Steve growled, his hands finding your hips, moving you up and down on his thigh.

You leaned in close, your hot breath hitting his ear. “Good thing I’m a convicted arsonist then.”

You suddenly stood up, your core was begging for more attention but you waved goodnight to Steve, leaving him on the couch.

— — —

It was a couple days after the movie night, and Steve still hadn’t ruined you yet. You were starting to think you pushed him too far and he wasn’t interested anymore. He had been avoiding you like wild fire and whenever he was forced to speak with you, it was spiteful.

Getting your thoughts to calm down, you climbed into bed and pulled the covers over yourself, nuzzling your freshly cleaned comforter. Just as you were starting to fall asleep there was a loud sharp knock on your door.

Grimacing, you threw the covers off you, you eyes darting to the clock. Someone better be dying to have woken you back up this late. You flung the door open and snarled “What?”

The figure in front of you pushed into your room, kicking the door closed with closed with his foot. Spinning you, he pinned you against the wall, his breath hot on the back of your neck.

“I’m gonna show you what you do it me.” Steve growled, biting you softly on your shoulder. You let you a high pitched whine as his already hard cock pressed into your ass. “And you’re gonna take all of it, like the good little girl you are.”

“Steve-” You moaned, pushing your ass farther back into his hips. He hissed and grabbed your hips, slamming them back into the wall.

“Don’t be a fuckin’ greedy brat. If you’re good, I’ll reward you. If not- we’ll let’s just say it’ll be fun for me.” A soft moan fell off your lips. "Oh, what's wrong? Can't keep this act up anymore, can you sweetheart?"

Steve spun you back around so you were facing him. Your cheeks were flushed and you could feel your lips getting chapped. Steve's hair was messed up, tuft's of it sticking up. He didn't look like the calm and collected Captain America you were used to seeing. His pupils were large, blown up with lust and need.

"Get on you knees." He whispered. You sunk down, your hands placed in your lap. Steve had hardly even gotten started and you were already submissive for him, and it just turned him on more knowing he was able to tame you this easily.

Steve dropped his sweatpants, his cock springing free from its binds. Y/N licked your lips in excitement. You knew he was big from feeling him on the couch the other night, but seeing it was a different experience. It was long and thick, and a large vein that zigzagged across the bottom of it.

You hands grabbed the back of his thighs and you licked his tip lightly. He shuddered, your actions sending shivers up his spine. You pushed your mouth deeper into him, your tongue dragging along the bottom. You blinked up at Steve, looking at him through thick lashes. He let out a strangled moan and grabbed the back of your hair, pushing himself down your throat.

You gagged and spit bubbled out of the corners of your mouth as he fucked your mouth. Breathing through your nose, you tried to relax the back of your throat so he could all the way in.

"You lettin' me mouth fuck you like a good little girl?" Steve panted, sweat beading on his forehead. You moaned in response, the vibrations causing him push into you even faster. "Fuck sweetheart, so good, so fucking good."

Steve felt his orgasm rapidly approaching and he tried to pull away, but you kept him still by holding onto his thigs, knowing he was close.

"No, fuck, Y/N, stop." He sputtered. You stopped working him, his cock falling out of your mouth with a wet plop.

"Can't handle me, Captain?" You asked looking up at him, your bottom lip sticking out. "S'okay. I knew you couldn't."

Steve felt the same rage he felt in the living room bubble up in his chest again. He grabbed you by your hair, dragging you to your feet. His face was inches from yours as he brought you in close, his breathing ragged.

"You're being bad again, Y/N." He growled, his voice dangerously low. "Do you need to be punished, sweetheart?"

Y/N's eyes widened at his words. Steve Rogers was one kinky fuck. He steered you over to your bed, his hand tight on the back of your head still. Sitting down, he pulled you across his knee and yanked your panties down.

His fingers dipped in between your legs, collecting the wetness to his tips. He chuckled darkly and you heard the sound of him sucking on his fingers, licking away your honey.

"Hmmm, so sweet. I knew it would be. Too bad your mouth is filthy, or I would be devouring your little pussy right now." He chuckled again, his hand running across you ass cheek. You shuddered, knowing what was about to happen. "Y/N." Steve said suddenly, all the dominance in his voice disappearing. You looked back at him, surprised. "I need to hear your colors, sweetheart."

"Green for go, yellow for slow down, and red to stop." You whispered.

"Where are you at right now, doll?"

"Green. So green."

The dark and domineering look returned to Steve's face after hearing you speak those words. "Good."

Smack! You let out a whimper as Steve's rough hand collided with your soft skin. "Count, little girl."

"One." You panted.

Another smack, and you cried out, your head hanging down.

"You gotta count doll, or we're gonna restart."

"Two." Your cheeks stung and you were blinking back tears.

You made it all the way to six, until you were begging him to stop. Your words coming out as incoherent mumbles and whines. Steve sat you up in his lap, snaking his arms around your waist. You buried your head into his bare chest, trying to calm your hard breathing.

"Such a good girl. Did you learn your lesson 'bout mouthin' off to me?" He mumbled into your hair, as he placed soft kissing on the crown of your hair.

You nodded. "Yes." Steve set you carefully on the bed, trying not to be too rough knowing you were still recovering. He pressed a hard kiss on your lips, his body sliding on top of yours. You softly moaned, tasting him for the first time.

"I've dreamed about this night, Y/N." He groaned, his bare cock rubbing against your heat. Your hips bucked in response, but he moved a strong hand to your side, pinning them down. "About having a whining mess underneath me," He placed a wet kiss on your neck. "Letting me take you, anytime, anywhere." He bit down on your collar bone. "All while you're begging me to fuck you."

"Steve, please." You begged, your core aching for some sort of attention. "I need you to-"

"Need me to what, Y/N?"

"Touch me, please, Stevie." You cried out, finally not able to take it anymore.

He smirked, and moved down to your pulsing heat. "Oh, sweet girl." Steve purred, his breath hitting your pussy. It made you shudder knowing he was that close to your most intimate parts. "You are drenched. Did I do this to you?" You moaned in response, but apparently that wasn't good enough. "Use your words." He stuck a long, calloused finger inside of you, curling up words.

"Yes, fuck yes, Steve!" A scream ripped through your throat. "It's you, it was you!" You sobbed.

"Good girl." His lips attacked your clit, swirling his tongue clock-wise, as his finger worked in and out of you, and it felt like your stomach was doing flips. You sat up slightly and removed your tee shirt, throwing it somewhere over Steve's shoulder. His free hand instantly snaked up to your breasts, squeezing on your nipple.

You let out a string of curse words as you came finally, your thighs shaking. That must have been the most mind blowing orgasm you've ever had. But Steve didn't give you time to recover. He instantly added two more fingers, the tips of them hitting your g-spot every time. His lips suction-cupped around your clit, sucking and nibbling on it very softly.

"Oh, my god Steve." You whimpered pitifully. "Please-fuck." You slammed your head back on the pillows and grabbed his hair. "Please, Steve, I'm gonna cum again."

You felt him laugh on your clit and you moaned, noticing how good it felt. The feeling of your stomach doing flips returned, and you groaned. You came and your vision blurred, ears ringing. You tugged on Steve hair, trying to pull him away from your clit.

"Yeah, that's a good girl." Steve murmured, finally coming up for air. He moved back on top of you and slammed his lips into yours. You tasted yourself on his beard stubble and his tongue. "You taste so good doll. I coulda been down there for forever."

"Please, can I have your cock now Stevie? Please, I've been such a good girl."

"Only because you asked so nicely." He grinned, kissing you again. You watched with hazy eyes as he pumped his cock in a fist a few times before lining himself up with your entrance.

He slid his tip along your slick folds, a moan falling off his cum-covered lips. Slowly, he pushed into and your legs wrapped around his waste.

"Oh, fuck baby." He groaned. "You're so fucking tight for me."

He finally bottomed out, his balls slapping against your taint. You felt him pull back out before he slammed back into you, hard. You gasped, loving how he completely filled you up. His cock scratched the most deepest places you could never reach. Steve started going at a relentless pace, your headboard smacking against the wall with each thrust. You couldn't form a single thought as he drove into you. Every nerve was light on fire and exploding like a firework.

Your walls clenched down around him and he cried out. "You gonna cum again for me sweetheart? Is my fat cock gonna make you cum?"

You somehow whimpered out a yes, nodding your head. You saw a devilish smile creep across Steve's face as he grabbed your legs by the back of your knee's, lifting your ass off the bed. He sat up and brought you to him and started going faster than you could ever imagine.

"FUCK!" You screamed, your fists balling up the sheets, turning your knuckles white. Your entire body shook as your orgasm washed over you like waves. Steve pulled out of you and set you back on the bed. Noticing that he was out of you, you felt cold and empty. He hovered over you as you moaned and twitched, your entire body overstimulated.

"Y/N, honey?" He asked softly. "What's your color?"

"Green." You moaned, body still on fire.

"Y/N-"

"It's green. I promise." You reached up for him, touching his chest. Your fingers traced over a small scar, wondering how he got it. You would have to ask him sometime. His large hand clasped over your small one, and he brought it to his mouth, kissing your knuckles tenderly.

"Face down, ass up." He whispered, still kissing your knuckles. You turned your body to how he wanted, wiggling your ass in anticipation. He slid his fingers down, checking your wetness. You heard him spit into the palm of his hand, and stroke his cock. "How do you want me, love?"

"Slow. I want to feel you."

Steve pushed back into you, your body a little more adjusted to his size. The two of you moaned in unison, reveling in the feeling of his cock sliding against your velvety walls. Each time he thrusted, he almost came all the way out of you. His nails scratched your ass and your name fell off his lips. You knew he was close, but you didn't want this mind blowing feeling to end.

His pace picked up a small bit and you moaned a mouth full of curse words into the pillow. "Baby, please-" You moaned. "I can't cum again."

"S'okay. Your sweet little pussy has me so close." He grunted. Steve hooked a strong arm around your chest and hoisted you up, your body flush against his. "You're so beautiful, Y/N." He whispered into the crook of your neck. "So fucking beautiful, my sweet little girl."

"Steve." You groaned, your voice full of lust and love. "Cum in me, please."

"Oh, fuck." He whimpered. His lips connected to your sensitive flesh on your neck, sucking on it hard. He was marking you. You were his. "Fuck...fuck." You felt his hips stutter against you. "So fucking good, Y/N." His white hot seed spilled out inside you. "Oh, shit! Oh, fuck!" He cried. "Look at you, taking all my cum like a good little girl."

He pushed into you a few more times before letting you go, and rolled onto the bed. You collapsed next to him, your head falling on his chest. When his breathing finally slowed, you looked up at him. He was smiling like an idiot.

You giggled, kissing him on the cheek. One of his hands reached up and cupped your cheek. "I told you that you were playing with fire, Y/N."

"And I told you that I'm a convicted arsonist."

Steve laughed and got out of bed. "Here- let's clean you up." He grabbed a towel out of your laundry basket and whipped you clean. He did the same to himself before coming back to bed.

Steve pulled you close and kissed you on your temple, his stubble tickling you. "I think we're gonna have to do that again, but without all the teasing." He chuckled.

"But that's the fun part." You protested, and he swatted at your butt. "Okay, fair enough." You smiled.

Just as you were slipping into unconsciousness, there was a loud knock at your door. You felt Steve pull himself away from you, and cover you up with a blanket. You watched as he grabbed another towel and wrapped it around himself, and opened the door. You couldn't see past Steve's' large shoulders, but you could hear who it was.

"Listen, I'm happy you're getting some, but please go to your room next time. I don't wanna heard the damn headboard hitting my wall all night." Sam grumbled, sleepily.

Whoops.

Living with abusive parents will make you look very deep into subtle signs of people’s mood, you will read into atmospheres and other people’s intentions instinctively, the second you become aware of danger. Sometimes it can go as far as developing a sense for reading other people’s emotions – even though it will mostly focus on negatives; you will be able to sense distress, anger, grief, annoyance, despair, contempt, because these are emotions that mean possible danger, an abuser experiencing some kind of stress or anger is more likely to pick you as a target. Your instincts will work on other people too, because you learn that distressed and upset people are likely to mean harm, so you will try to mediate and help them feel better instinctively, in fact it will be hard not to. It feels like your well being depends on the person next to you being calm and non aggressive.

This also means, you will realize every little sign of someone’s annoyance or displeasure with you, and take it as hatred. Even though it’s normal to annoy and be annoyed, to displease and be displeased, for as long as you’re among other people, these signs will be recognized with more alarm, more fear and more priority than any positive reinforcement sent your way – after all, your instincts recognize them as detrimental to your well being, and you can’t just look over that. This means needing a lot of reassurance and constant proof that you’re liked, that nobody is mad at you or wants to hurt you for whatever tiny reason your abusers would hurt you for. Or otherwise, hiding and expecting pain at every step, not daring to ask for reassurance. Eventually getting away because it’s too painful to live constantly expecting pain.

Your instincts getting to this stage isn’t something that’s your fault, it means you’ve been living in a situation where you were justified in expecting pain and punishment at all times, no matter what you do, and anyone would be traumatized by this, and have their instincts go insane with desperation to prevent this danger. Your instincts are still only doing their job, trying to keep you safe, even when it feels like they’re ruining your chances at getting close to people. This can be fixed, and by spending a lot of time in safe environment, your instincts should get adjusted and learn the new pattern of events, when to expect pain, and when it is safe.

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