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Distractions

Natasha Romanoff & Clint Barton

Prompt: Natasha is still haunted by memories from the infamous red room. Clint offers his complete support and helps take her mind off of it.

Warnings: some emotional stuff, some sexual stuff too

Words: 2.4k

Note: I called Clint a marksman somewhere in here and some people may think it's wrong but Ive always considered archers to be marksmen. Also the characters are both poorly written in my opinion but I'd love feedback

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Natasha sat in her room, door shut, lights off, it was completely dark, around 2 in the morning. She hasn’t been able to sleep since she saw the date for today. She excused herself from the group she was having fun with and simply went up to her floor to lie down and mope to herself.

Clearly she can’t be alone in her own mind. She heard an elevator ding signaling someone's presence. She didn’t sit up or even look that way.

There was a dip in the bed and that's when she turned her head and smiled when she saw who it was.

Steve sat there, smiling and just rubbing her arm. "I noticed you weren't in such a good mood, wanna tell me what's going on Romanoff?" He asked quietly, lips in a tight line as he looked at her. Natasha smiled and shook her head, pursing her lips and shifting to face him.

"It's just. The date is a marker for when I became... Whatever thing I am now." She sighed, looking up at him and patting his arm gently. "I don't really want to talk about it."

Steve nodded and stood up to take his leave, giving her a firm pat on the arm. "I'll send Clint up here in a minute, I'm going to go back down to talk to Tony and Bruce." He said quietly, taking one last look at Natasha before leaving the room. She let out a sigh and stood up, walking to her dresser and pulling out a t shirt and a pair of fluffy pajama bottoms. She quickly stripped and redressed before laying back down, pushing her comforter down to the foot of the bed and laying down under the sheet. There was a quiet tap on her door before it opened and an all too familiar face peeked in.

"Hey there Nat. Steve told me to come talk to you, is everything alright?" He asked quietly, as if he spoke too loud it would break something. Natasha rolled on her side to face Clint and pat the spot beside her on her bed. The marksman came in and shut the door softly before walking over.

When he sat down he laid back against the headboard and laid his legs out in front of him. Natasha scooted closer and laid her head on Clint’s thigh.

Their relationship had always been questioned by others, they weren't really sure what they were either. They acted like a couple, went out on dates sometimes, kissed and cuddled, and sometimes things got a little hot between them as well. There have been several occasions where the both of them have shown up for training littered in scratch marks and bruises from nights before. So they had a complicated relationship to say the least.

Clint took Natasha's hair down from the messy ponytail it was in and combed his fingers through her hair slowly. Natasha instantly relaxed against him and sighed. "Thank you, Clint. For coming up here and checking on me, I'm glad I’ve met you. Its just. The day I didn’t realize what it was so when I found out I was hit instantly with remembrance of what I've become. Who I've become. I'm so glad I've become who I am otherwise I wouldn’t have met you and I wouldn't have been able to become so happy but I always wonder what if I had just been normal?" Natasha rambled on and Clint simply listened and played with her hair. When she finished he looked down at her and smiled, letting his hand trail down to cup her cheek.

Natasha smiled and leaned up, reaching up with one delicate hand to comb through Clint’s hair on the back of his head. Her fingers tangled in suddenly and she pulled him down into a slow kiss. There wasn't any heat behind it just soft, passionate kissing.

Clint pulled away with a throaty chuckle and looked at Natasha despite it being dark in the room enough light was in there for them to see each other.

"Nat, I am so lucky to have met you. You make me so undeniably happy and I hate to see you in such a low spot. I understand that today is a rough day for you but I'm here for you and I wont leave until you need me to. But right now you need someone here and that is gonna be me until you are sick and tired of it. I'm here to listen, comfort, and distract you from your pain in any way needed." Clint whispered sweetly, pressing his forehead to hers and wrapping a large hand around hers as it came up to touch the side of his face. All at once Natasha pulled Clint into another kiss, this time holding fire and desire in it.

Clint blindly reached around behind him until he found the lamp and turned it on. The sudden light made Natasha pull away and smile at him. "I want to be able to actually see you while I cause a distraction." Clint smiled as he shifted so Natasha laid on her back and Clint hovered over her.

They kissed for a long while, Natasha would nibble and bite on Clint’s bottom lip to pull out deep groans and grunts from the man above her. His hands ran over her sides and to her hips then up her legs that had wrapped around his waist. His hands wandered to her knees then came back up to her sides underneath her shirt. Clint pulled away to sit back on his knees between her legs, his rough hands gently massaged and caressed Natasha's pale breasts, giving them a firm squeeze before he began to pinch and tease her sensitive nipples.

Natasha's back arched into the stimulation and her eyes fluttered shut, her small hands gripped his large wrists to have something to hold on to while he touched her. Out of everyone she's ever been with he's the only one who stuck around long enough to learn exactly how to unwind her. She didn't understand why he stayed but she's more than thankful for it every day they spend together. Natasha sat up and ripped her shirt over her head before laying back down to let Clint continue his assault on her torso. He leaned down over her body to place a wet kiss right under her jaw, followed by on her collar bone, then he paused right below the collarbone to suck a dark purple bruise into the pale skin.

Clint always loves marking Natasha, he thinks that the dark purples, blues, and reds all look beautiful compared to her skin as white as cream. He loved how they made her body shiver and rather than snarky remarks he pulls beautiful moans from between her cherry red lips. He loved pleasing Natasha, he would spend hours teasing her and making her feel the best she ever has before.

Clint continued his kisses, kissing between the soft breasts before going off to the side and swirling his tongue around the perky nipple, then closing his lips around it to suck on the skin softly. He let His teeth slowly and carefully scrape over the sides before he pulled away and smirked as he saw the heaving breaths Natasha was taking. Whenever he stopped the assassin would lift her head up with a pout, followed by a whine from the back of her throat.

Natasha swirled her hips around and pushed them up against Clint's. Even through the soft material of her pants and his sweat pants she felt a jolt of pleasure spark through her abdomen. She impatiently ran her hands under his shirt and tugged it up and off. Immediately her eyes landed on his chest and his arm, Natasha always loved his tattoos, she loved to admire them and take her time to kiss over the soft inked skin. Just as she went to flip them over to appreciate his body Clint put a firm hand on her chest and leaned down again.

"I know you like to take control, princess. But tonight is about you. Im going to make sure you see how perfect I think you are no matter what your past consists of." He whispered against the soft skin of her flat stomach. Natasha bit her lip and relaxed, slowly calming herself down and taking a deep breath in before closing her eyes and letting herself be pleasured.

Clint took this as an okay and pulled her fuzzy fox print pajama bottoms off and tossed them aside. His lips traced over the faint mark of her abs and left more hickeys on the smooth skin before kissing down to her hips where he barely bit the jutted out hip bone and sucked in a mark as well. Natasha's hips jerked roughly with every kiss and bite, she was practically grinding her now exposed clit against his jaw. Clint snickered at her impatience and wrapped his tan hands around her thighs before diving in and moaning against her clit as he finally tasted her.

Natasha let out a very audible squeal and immediately her back arched, her bright eyes rolled back, her thighs clenched around Clint’s head, and her long nails scratched his scalp as she pulled his hair roughly. Clint only let out another moan against her, looking up her body at Natasha blissed out face. She let out quiet moans, she usually wasn’t that loud in bed until it came to Clint’s fingers.

Rather than jumping straight to his fingers Clint decided to continue lapping at her swollen clit, flicking his tongue against the nerves and smirking as Natasha's hips arched up against his face. She mumbled random nonsense, which Clint zoned in on.

"Oh fuck... Fuck fuck fuck Clint... Oh my god-fuck-" Nat panted and let out a surprised squeal when suddenly Clint’s middle finger pushed into her all the way to the last knuckle. Her body froze as he continued sucking and licking over her clit, his finger slowly pumped a couple of times before suddenly curling up all at once which made Natasha lock up and let out a loud moan from the sudden intense pleasure rather than the dull, constant pleasure from his tongue.

Suddenly all of her senses were heightened, Clint continued quickly curling his finger inside of her while his tongue flicked back and forth across her clit. She felt as if it were too much yet still not enough.

Clint was relentless, he wasn't slowing down at all. He added a second finger to Natasha and curled them both, Natasha felt a tight knot curl up in her abdomen. Her hips thrusted against the pleasure and bucked erratically. Clint pressed a hand down on her pelvis which caused Natasha to clamp down all at once and and keep Clint’s fingers inside of her. His tongue worked against her as her walls clenched and unclenched through her orgasm as it ripped through her. She hadn’t had an orgasm this powerful in over a month, some juices leaked around Clint’s strong fingers. Finally she relaxed and looked down at Clint who had pulled away and sucked his fingers clean.

He kissed up Natasha's body and licked his lips before kissing her softly. "Do you have the energy for one more, Natasha? If not that is perfectly fine we can go and get in a bath and then come back in here and cuddle until you fall asleep." Clint began rambling this time, Natasha giggled and kissed him again with a satisfied hum.

"I can go again, but I'd rather you let me have a taste of you." She rasped, sitting up and urging Clint to lie back. He wasn't going to complain at all so he followed as she said and lifted his hips as she tugged down his sweatpants.

Natasha wasn’t in the mood to tease so she looked up through her long lashes as she gripped Clint at the base and slowly sank down. She had to pull back about halfway down and push her hair back before sinking down once more, this time closing her eyes and taking a steady breath through her nose as she allowed her throat to relax. Her gag reflex tried to tighten around the head of Clint’s cock but Natasha had to force herself to fight it and take him down all the way.

Clint let his head fall back and a groan fall from his lips, his hand came up to Natasha's hair to push it back and grip it tight. Natasha hummed a little as she pulled back, saliva dripping down the shaft slowly. She then suctioned her lips tightly around the swollen tip before sinking back down, Clint jerked his head up to watch Natasha as he moaned again. His eyes fluttered just as she glanced up and sank all the way down again.

Natasha continued this steady pace until Clint was grinding his hips up into her. Finally Natasha pulled off and looked up with wide eyes. "You can fuck my face, Clint. You know that." She smiled, he grinned and pulled her back to his cock. She opened her mouth and slid just past the tip into her mouth then let Clint take control from there.

The archer pulled her down a bit more before thrusting his hips up into her mouth, once he got used to the feeling he let himself thrust faster. Clint moaned and let himself go, his muscles were pulled taut and he felt his climax building all too quick. Natasha knew this and waited patiently, adding in soft moans as he hit the back of her throat. His thighs tensed and pulled up just a little bit as his head fell back hard against the pillows.

He couldn't form proper words but Natasha felt the pulsing cock and closed her lips around it just as she felt the hot, salty cum shoot out and land on her tongue and even down her throat. It kept going and once he was done she pulled away, she swallowed everything in her mouth and stuck her tongue out at him. Clint smiled and reached up, cupping her face and stroking over her cheek.

"I hope you don’t think we're done yet, I'm gonna be distracting you all day." Clint said with a wink.

Beautiful (Loki x Fem!Reader)

Prompt/summary: soft Loki appreciates his curvy girls body when she feels especially bad

Warnings: no smut but nudity, implied smut, body worship, pet names

Note: I'm on a Loki kick right now forgive me, wanna do something a lil soft

Words: 1,300

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Today just wasn't a good day, Loki had to leave early this morning to go see Thor so you woke up alone, you also woke up way too early for seemingly no reason, you drank your coffee and lounged on the couch in your pajamas, feeling just overall gross today.

Eventually you managed to go take a shower, as the water warmed up you stared at your nude body, hand skimming over the deep purple lines along your sides, wanting to throw up at the feeling of the bumpy skin, the feeling of the rolls you have there. You knew you weren't unhealthily overweight, but you hated the rolls of fat that settled on your waist that you couldn't seem to get rid of.

Deciding that you had enough of just staring at the hideous reflection in the mirror you got in the shower, you washed quickly, not wanting to be nude longer than you had to be.

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When you were finally done you wrapped a towel around your body and your hair before going into the bedroom to dry off snd get dressed. You just wore sweats and one of Loki's hoodies, despite how slim he was his hoodies fit you perfectly, youd never been more thankful of the fact that he buys them too big on purpose.

You went downstairs, grabbing a bottle of water and laying on the couch again. You almost felt hungry enough to get up, then looked at how the dark fabric stretched over your body and decided that you weren't hungry at all.

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Loki came home around 3, you were quietly eating just a sandwich, the headache from the lack of food giving you the motivation to make something. He came in bearing gifts, holding a bag in one hand.

"Good afternoon, my love. I'm sorry if I woke you this morning when going to see my dimwitted brother." He apologized, leaning over to you and kissing your cheek. When he sat back he had an adoring smile and it made you smile as well.

"No no, you didnt wake me up, except when you said goodbye, i went right back to sleep." You told him, sitting up and giving him room to sit down.

He took the seat and opened up the bag in his hand. "Thor and I stopped by the shops today, and I saw a few things you might like." He said with a cheeky grin. He pulled out a new nightie, a silk, baby pink one with lace lining the top and bottom. You accepted the gift and neatly folded it in your lap. He also pulled out a pair of dorky socks, a pair of Christmas ones with lights and reindeer on them. You giggled and admired them, setting them in your lap as well.

"I have one more and then I'll listen to you talk about your day for hours." He said quickly, reaching in the bag and pulling out a dark green crop top.

You tried to hide your mild disappointment, taking the top and folding it in your lap. You couldnt be upset with Loki, he just thought youd like it and you do, but just not on you.

"My love? What's wrong?" He asked, setting the bag to the side and sliding closer. You looked up at him, then back at your lap, knowing you couldnt lie.

"I really like them, today I just haven't been feeling too good about... Well... This." You said, gesturing to your torso.

The clothes were taken from your lap and Loki pulled you into his with surprising ease. "My queen, I'm sorry you haven't seen your beauty today. But even in my clothes you are absolutely stunning, and you are the woman I fall in love with more and more every time I see you. Whether you're wide awake and rambling on and on, or sleeping peacefully and drooling on my pillow. I still think you're beautiful." He promised, your face warmed at the affectionate words, smiling and avoiding his eyes.

"My love, if it's alright with you I'd love to show you all of your physical perfections." He said with a suggestive tone, smiling and nuzzling his face against yoir neck, planting soft kisses along your jaw.

It didnt take any convincing, he was the only man you were ever truly comfortable showing your body to, you nodded as best as you could and felt his smile widen.

"Let's go to the bedroom then, my love." He hummed, swatting your butt as you stood up off of his lap.

You both rushed to the room, Loki went ahead and pulled off his top, then wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close.

His arms squeezed you tightly, his lips found yours and held so much passion it made your legs weak.

"I love everything about you, my queen. Your lips are so soft and sweet, they feel so good against mine." He whispered, leaning in for another quick kiss before laying you down on the bed, his hands roamed under the hoodie and pulled it up. Loki allowed you to sit up so he could pull it off, then immediately had you lie back.

He kissed down your body, stopping between your breasts. "I love your pretty tits so much, they're so soft, such pretty nipples, fit so well in my hands." He rambled, as if he couldn't get all of his thoughts out.

Then he kissed further, by now you were squirming, whining and itching to hide yourself despitewhat he was doing. Your legs were tingling pleasantly and your heart was pounding.

"Your stomach, I can't wait to see you carry my children of you wish, I love how soft your stomach is, I love kissing it andtracing over each stretch Mark you have here. No matter what I'll love this tummy and I'm so glad you have some fat here, my Queen. We both know I'd break you if you were too small." He said with a deep chuckle at the end.

The kisses there made your legs shift a bit and squeeze against Loki's sides. You were so overwhelmed with emotion tears sprung in your eyes, falling down the sides of your face as Loki continued to worship your body as if you were the god.

You felt Loki tug at the waistband of the sweatpants, you raised your hips and helped him as best as you could.

Once they were off Loki kissed down further, bypassing where you wanted him most and kissing down your left thigh. He felt the bumps from both stretch marks and ugly scars left there. His heart ached to even think about you being in such a dark place.

"Your thighs, gods, they're so warm, so plump and nice to hold, feel so good when they squeeze my head a little extra hard. They look so good in that one pairof jeans I bought you, and they look so good in your wedding dress, they look so fantastic in anything you wear. Your entire body always looks so amazing." He whispered into the skin just loud enough for you to hear.

You sat up suddenly, grabbing Loki's head and pulling him up for a very sudden kiss, wrapping your fingers in your hair and tugging on it. He leaned into you and held your legs on his sides.

"Loki you're so good to me, I love you so much." You whimpered, his hands were soothing against your bare skin.

You both praised each other between the kisses, before you pulled back and wiped your eyes. Loki and you both laughed and stared ateach other for a long while.

"Are we... Going to...?" You asked softly, biting your lip and squeezing his hips softly.

Loki laughed again and nodded, leaning down for another kiss.

Maybe you just needed him to reassure you that you were still beautiful.

Steve Rogers & Tony Stark 18+

✴ Prompt: N/A

✴✴ Warnings: Smut, teasing, gay smut

✴✴ Word Count: 3101 (smut starts a little less than half way through)

✴✴ Notes: This is an AU in which Peter is their adopted son, obviously this is pre endgame

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It had been a long day, to say the least. Steve came inside, he slid off his shoes at the door and marched up the stairs and into his room. Tony was down stairs cooking with Peter who is about to head out for a camping trip with his friends. So Tony and Steve have the house all to themselves for a week and a half.

Steve set his shield down in the room, propping it up against the wall before he walked into their closet, pulling out a grey t-shirt and a pair of sweat pants. He tossed his dirty suit into a hamper and went to the bathroom to scrub his face clean. The plus side about the suit was despite the sweat he never really got noticeably dirty except his face. So he cleaned off the dirt and went downstairs. He'd take a shower later.

Once he got into the kitchen he came up behind Tony and leaned down to kiss his cheek, then came up to Peter and gave him a tight hug, kissing the side of his head before letting him go. They all fell into the usual go about of things, Tony let Steve take over with cooking, Tony washed dishes as they needed them, and Peter would put away dishes and hand Steve whatever he needed. It was a simple routine honestly. Tony and Steve would discuss their days at the table, Peter would tell them what happened at school that day or the latest gossip

"Are you going to be here for dinner, son?" Tony asked Peter, glancing up with a raised brow quickly before looking down at the nearly empty sink. The angelic boy nodded quickly, setting his phone down and looking at his dad with a smile. "Yes sir I am. I'll have to leave right after though so I wont be able to help out." He explained before he got a text, Peter glanced at it and smiled.

"Actually, Ned said he's ready to leave now if you two are okay with that." He said as he began to stand up. Steve set the spoon he was using to the side and looked up at Peter. "Of course its okay, son. We know where you are, you'll have your suit ready just in case, and we trust Ned. Be sure to keep in touch." He said, Tony nodding behind him.

Peter came up and hugged the both of them, kissing their cheeks before heading upstairs to grab his bags and head out to Neds.

Steve and Tony fell into a comfortable silence before Cap got bored.

"How was your day, Tony?" He asked as he worked on the sauce for spaghetti. Tony dried the last dish and came to prop himself on the counter beside the stove.

"It was really good. I got to talk to Harley today, and Wade too. I saw Natasha while I went to get some groceries." He said with a smile. Steve couldn't help the fond smile as he stepped to the side and leaned forward, quickly kissing Tony's lips. It was supposed to be a simple, gentle kiss.

However, clearly Tony had other plans. When Cap went to pull back Tony grabbed onto his tight shirt, not pulling but just holding him where he was. He attempted to eagerly deepen the already hot kiss but Steve pulled away with a smirk.

Tony gave a childish pout, Steve was the only person who could see him like this. He was relaxed, truly calm. He truly trusted Rogers with his whole heart.

Steve booped his nose and went back to the sauce, stirring it and adding cilantro. "That’s for later Tony, after I've showered." He said quickly as he pulled out two plates and two wine glasses. Tony smiled wide and sat up, clearing his throat and hopping off the counter.

He took the glasses and helped set up the table, then sat in his usual seat right next to Steve's. Said man brought in the pot of pasta and sauce, followed by two bottles of wine. White and red.

Tony took the wine and poured himself a glass of white and Steve a glass of red. Steve plated the dinner and gave a warm smile as he sat down.

Throughout dinner Tony and Steve calmly talked about their day, not saying much but enough to fill the silence. Then the conversation got more bold and flirtatious as the bottles slowly emptied.

"Steve, remember the first time we had sex?" Tony asked, seemingly out of nowhere. Steve almost choked on his food, clearing his throat and turning his head to look at Tony with wide blue eyes.

He regained his composure, putting on his usual charming smile. "Of course I do. It was in your room at your place. I showed up on your doorstep, right after a battle. You were so scared you had no clue what to do I mean hell it was well past midnight and a bleeding Captain America covered in soot and dirt showed up at your doorstep. You pulled me into your bathroom and ran me a bath. I remember being nervous to take my clothes off in front of you. Hell you ended up having to take my pants off for me since they were stuck to my leg." Steve chuckled fondly, shaking his head a bit before sipping his glass and pouring some more and continuing.

"You helped me into the tub, my hand was holding my crotch so you wouldn’t see it while I was getting in. Once I was in the water I relaxed and calmed down while you washed me. You started with my hair, commenting on how soft it was even after all the damage it has taken. Then you washed my face and cleaned all the cuts. You cleaned all of me, making a few naughty jokes to lighten the mood. Then when you dried me off you had me wait on your bed for some clothes. So I sat naked all except for a damp towel on my lap so I didn’t soak your sheets. I remember falling asleep at some point. I had a dream, and it wasn't a pleasant one at all. I woke up clutching your arms, practically screaming. When I saw you I instantly calmed down. You gave me a pair of joggers and we ended up cuddling while watching a movie. Well. One thing led to another. And so yeah." Steve finished quickly, face heating up at the memory of Tony's face as he bounced on Steve's lap.

He jerked out of his brain when he felt Tony reach over and grab his thigh, squeezing it softly before letting go and standing up. Only then did Steve realize that he was completely finished.

Steve suddenly decided he couldn't eat anymore and set his plate in the sink. He put the wine away and chugged his glass down before heading upstairs where he saw Tony go.

Once Steve walked into the room he heard the shower running and saw a little bit of steam coming out. He walked in and saw Tony, brushing his teeth and looking in the mirror. He saw Steve and smiled, "Coming to shower with me, baby?" He asked sweetly, pulling his shirt off before turning around to look at Steve.

Steve smiled and nodded, walking into the hot bathroom and pulling off his shirt. Tony was transfixed on his arms, the way his muscles rippled as he pulled his clothes off. Tony eagerly got on the counter again, smiling at Steve. "Come here sweet heart. I want a kiss." He made grabby hands to Steve, swinging his legs and tilting his head. Steve smirked and stood between them, hands resting on Tony's strong thighs.

They leaned towards each other at the same time, lips meeting in a gentle kiss. Tony’s hand resting on Steve's jaw, pulling him closer whilst Steve’s hands rested on Tony's waist. They pulled each other as close as they could get together, and only paused when Tony pawed at Steve's hips where the joggers still rested. He smirked and hooked his fingers underneath the elastic band, snatching them down over the plump curve of Steve's ass and down his muscular thighs.

As Tony leaned in for another kiss he smirked as their lips brushed. Mumbling a quick "That is America's ass." Before giving it a firm slap and smirking against Steve's soft lips. He felt rather than heard the sharp gasp before he was being lifted up, thankfully he was already naked as Steve carried him into the shower and closed the door.

Steve pressed Tony against the wall, groaning into his mouth as he pressed their hips together. They obviously couldn't get hard nearly as fast as they used to but they enjoyed the steady build up of pleasure. Steve carefully let Tony down before sitting on the cool shower bench and looking at his lover with a smirk.

Tony got the message and dropped to his knees, this was his favourite part. He loved watching and feeling Steve grow as he sucked him off.

Steve's head thunked back against thick glass as Tony took his semi-hard shaft into his hot mouth. His strong hand grabbed Tony's dark hair and led him into a fair paced bob, closing his eyes and letting out the faintest of groans. He wasn’t always a loud person, he would groan but mostly just bite his lip and listen to Tony's moans of pleasure.

Tony smiled as he felt blood rush to Steve's cock, hardening it quickly. Before long Tony had trouble sucking it all, he had to force himself to breathe through his nose and open his throat a bit to allow Steve to be fully sheathed in his mouth.

Every time Tony deep-throated Steve he had the same reaction, he'd always look down to look into Tony's eyes, hips twitching and lip forced between his teeth.

Tony hummed a little and reached up, he continued bobbing his head as he grabbed one of Steve's perk, pink nipples and gently rolled it between his tan fingers, rubbing over the tip of it before squeezing it again.

Steve couldn’t help the surprised moan as his hips jerked towards Tony and his back arched. His thighs were tense as he tried to force himself to breathe properly again and hold back.

Tony pulled up with a satisfying pop before he gave Steve a smirk. "Aw, are these still sensitive dear?" He teased, using both hands to tug and rub at Steve's nipples. He let out a hiss of pleasure and his back arched towards the pleasure again.

Suddenly Steve grabbed Tony’s wrists in one large hand and pressed him against the wall, standing up and pressing their chests together. Tony blushed and looked up at the smirking Steve.

Steve suddenly grabbed Tony's throat with his free hand, giving a firm squeeze that made Tony's legs tremble.

"So, you wanna play games, huh? Then you won’t get this sweet cock in you at all until you apologize and beg for it." Steve practically growled, leaning close to Tony, breathing it into his ear before he let go and quickly moved to turn Tony around.

"Are you going to apologize now my dear?" He asked softly, finger tip grazing down Tony's spine making him shiver and arch his back. He let it trail down to Tony's hole, rubbing against it but not pushing in.

Tony, being the brat he is turned to look back at Steve in his peripheral. "No." He said simply, sticking his tongue out but desperately pushing his hips back against the finger prodding at his hole.

"Fine. I can do this all day baby boy." He smirked and pushed in a long finger, Tony gasped and tensed a little at the shock but relaxed and bit his lip to hide his whimper.

Steve gripped his own aching cock and began to touch himself as he fingered Tony. He added in his second finger and arched it to push directly against Tony's prostate.

The shaking man let out a gasp and pushed back against Steve’s fingers, he replied by pulling them both out entirely. "Apologize. Or I'll leave you like this all night. Dangling on the edge but never once getting to cum." Steve threatened.

Tony gulped down his pride, one hand shooting back to find Steve's and grip his hand tightly. He cracked and closed his eyes, licking his lips before opening his eyes again.

"Okay okay Steve, fuck-Steve... I’m sorry for teasing you about your.. Your nipples being so sensitive I uh-" he had to pause to catch his breath when Steve let go of his own shaft to push two fingers back into Tony's hole.

"You what? Tony. Don't leave it like that." Steve teased, smirking at Tony’s determined look.

"I'm really sorry and please dear god fuck the day lights out of me before I do it myself Steve Jesus Christ I'm practically dripping over here don’t leave me like this please!" Tony begged all in one breath, gasping as Steve curved his strong fingers again and massaged over Tony's prostate.

Tony let out a long moan at the feeling while Steve pushed in a third finger, still rubbing against his prostate.

Tony bit back a whimper as he felt the pressure building up. His breaths were shallow as he suddenly bucked against the cool wall, gasping loudly as the shower sprayed away the sticky wet substance he just released. Steve seemed genuinely appalled at this, but soon he smirked a devilish smirk.

Tony whimpered as Steve continued rubbing against his swollen prostate, "Come on, baby boy. I've made you cum multiple times I know you can do this." He smirked and stood up from where he was kneeled behind Tony. He gave a soft slap to Tony's ass, watching as it jiggled gently.

"Come on Tony, kneel over the bench." He smiled and helped his lover into position. Tony smiled a little as he finally caught his breath and looked back at Steve.

Currently he was rubbing the blunt head of America's cock against his ready hole. Tony groaned and pushed his hips back a little, pushing Steve's fat head into himself.

They both let out a groan, Tony trembling and Steve gripping his hips in an iron hold. Slowly, Steve eased himself into Tony fully. He let out a breath and at the save time Tony began rocking his hips, knocking the wind out of Steve.

After he regained himself Steve gripped Tony's hips tighter and began thrusting, biting his plump lip as he did so. Tony however wasn't silent at all, he let out loud, feminine moans.

Steve gripped Tony's hair and used it as leverage to thrust faster. Tony looked back with a challenge. "I said fuck me Steve not make love to me god dammit! Fuck me like I'm your dirty fucking whore! Give me that cock sir oh good god-" Tony began blabbering nonsense after that because Steve did as he told him to and snapped his hips forward, pushing into him as deep as he could possibly go. His shaft rubbed against Tony's prostate as he thrusted making Tony's legs tremble and threaten to give out so Steve did what any boyfriend would do when giving their lover the best dick they've ever had.

He pulled out and lifted Tony easily, pressing him against the wall and wrapping Tony's legs around him. Steve pushed back in and he swore Tony thought he saw God himself. In this position Tony felt tighter and he felt Steve deeper inside him. His eyes rolled back as he gripped onto Steve, who was thrusting into him at a punishing speed. He leaned forward to bite and suck on Tony's neck, leaving a dark purple bruise on the side.

Tony whimpered softly, his cock throbbing between them. Steve smiled and gripped it, still thrusting as he began to quickly get Tony off, his hips and left arm moving quickly.

Tony let his head fall back as he let out a loud moan, trembling against Steve and digging his nails into Steve's firm back.

Without warning yet again Tony gasped as he came, it shot between them and coated their stomachs and chests, Steve didn't slow down at all. The water from the shower was cold by now but neither one of them cared, Steve held Tony up as he thrusted harder.

Steve felt his balls tighten as he pressed all the way into Tony he let out his first true moan of the night as he came hot and heavy into Tony, they both shivered as they felt it leak out just a bit between Steve's dick and Tony's tight hole. 

Slowly Steve pulled out, groaning and setting Tony down on the bench. He carefully washed him, using a wash cloth and gentle soap that smelled like vanilla.

Steve smirked as he kneeled down to help clean off Tony's thighs but saw he was so stretched it was already leaking out quickly and getting sprayed off the bench. He glanced up at Tony and grinned, leaning forward to gently lick over Tony's stretched hole. He heard the man squeak softly and his hand rest in Steve's hair. He was debating whether to pull Steve closer or push him away.

Sadly he chose the latter, Steve backed off as soon as he felt the gentle pressure on his head and looked up at Tony with a warm smile. "I’m sorry baby, you know sometimes I can hardly help myself." Steve said sweetly, standing up and turning off the water. He grabbed them two towels and began drying Tony off, once he was as dry as he'd get Steve dried himself off and carried Tony into the bedroom. He tossed their wet towels to the side and pulled a tired Tony under the warm blankets.

The shorter man instantly pulled Steve against him to cuddle against his tan chest. Steve wrapped their legs together and laid his head on Tony's shoulder, careful of his chest. He leaned up to quickly kiss Tony’s cheek before settling back down.

"Hey, Steve?" Tony asked after a few seconds.

"...Yeah?" A groggy Steve answered.

"I love you. And your sensitive nipples."

"Go to sleep. Asshole."

"Language."

Do you have a master list?

I do not! I uh 😅😅 I actually dunno how to even go about making one because it's never crossed my mind to make one before

Here’s my question... Which is better soft Steve or mean Steve? I personally like soft doms who used faux sympathy. Like the “Aw is it too much? Too bad.” type of shit.

Hey loves, I'll get to requests after putting out this very next piece, I figured since New Recruit is apparently my top post I'll write an additional chapter! I've been working on it all day today and it should be out very soon 😌

I would die for this man.

I will eventually work on titling my works, just give it some time so I can first put out more (hopefully) higher quality works

Solo Steve

Prompt: Steve relaxes in a nice shower. Warnings: Steve beats his dick in a shower, masturbation Words: 691 (It's a masturbation scene sue me) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Steve tosses his sweaty, dirty clothes in his laundry basket. He shivers at the chilled air and turns on the hot water. He doesn't have to wait long for the water to heat up and he's stepping in.

The warmth is an instant gift as it washes over him, the grime from the day sliding off of his body and down the drain. His mind wanders, initially going over the mission, the people they saved. Then they wander further, all of the people he's helped save. Including a beautiful brunette who happily offered him a personal thank you.

Steve, of course, declined the offer. He didnt know the woman, she didn't know him. But god, if they did know each other.

Her name was Carter. She had beautiful wavy hair that fell so naturally around her face. She had just ran for cover from a massive explosion and not a single hair was out of place. Her eyes were a charming hazel with dark, long lashes framing them. Her freckles dotted across her nose, and her lips were painted a deep red, one that Steve was all too familiar with.

She wore a black pencil skirt, a black button up tucked into it. Work, she said hastily as she dusted it off. The outfit hugged her lower half well, Steve would never admit to staring at her rear as she walked away but it's exactly what he did. He enjoyed watching as her ass bounced lightly with her steps. Her legs were strong, looked even stronger with the heels she wore.

All in all she looked genuinely perfect. To Steve's standards, that is.

His mind really began to wander now, as he finished washing his hair and began washing the day off his body. The heat from the water adding to the heat he felt stirring low.

Celene offered an absolutely sinful reward for his heroic actions.

Offered to take Steve back to her place for the night, make the captain feel better than he ever has. Her voice was so sweet, as if she didn't know exactly what she was offering.

Steve could already imagine watching those ruby lips, kissing down his body, hands following her mouth before she settled to her knees. She'd look up at Steve with these doe eyes as she sank those lips down on him, dragging each and every sound she could from Steve's open mouth.

Steve could imagine as she'd sit on his lap, her skirt pushed up to her waist as she faced away and wiggled side to side, she probably wouldn't even be wearing anything under the skirt.

He could feel as she slowly brought herself down onto him until she was fully seated on his lap. He'd grab and squeeze that round ass, maybe give it a few sharp slaps before rolling up into her.

As Steve imagined this his hand squeezed and pumped himself, the pleasure multiplied simply by the daydream alone.

"Oh, fuck."

He'd grunt as she pleased the both of them, moaning aloud and calling out his title.

They'd switch positions, she'd be on her knees, face buried in the pillow as Steve jerks her wrists behind her back with one hand, thrusting into her and watching in delight as her ass bounced with each rough thrust he delivered.

She'd moan into the pillows, crying out and begging for him to tell her to cum, the sheer power rush Steve got from that alone made him needier.

Steve grunted softly as he thrusted into his hand, his eyes squeezed shut and his head tipped back.

Images of this woman in varying staged of pleasure kicked him into his orgasm.

It was the most intense orgasm he's had in months, it knocked the wind out of him and left him dizzy. He had to sit down on the bench in the shower, catching his breath and watching as the remains of the heavy orgasm washed down the drain.

That woman was going to be in his memory, for a long, long time.

So I’m re-writing Casual, it’s gonna be quite different than it was at first. There’s gonna be a tad bit more build-up. Basically I’m 6k words and just now getting to the first heated exchange.