Such A Difficult Decision. They All Do At Some Point.
Such a difficult decision. They all do at some point.
But..
Curtis Everett

And
Nomad!Steve Rogers

These two just do something to me. 🫠🫠🫠
Hoe pop quiz! Which CE!babe are you most viscerally, primaly attracted to? Liiike head empty, the hoo ha is running the show, if you ever met him in person, you’d climb him like a MFing tree attracted? A hoe needs to know! 😌🤲🏻
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Oh this is filthy and beautiful! I’m in love with it!
That super soldier stamina would be quite helpful for his plans 🥵🥵❤️❤️
I need this in my life, where would one find a Steve Rogers? Lmao
𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲 | 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬


【Synopsis】 : Steve wasn't the jealous type... or so you thought.
[Word count] : 430
-> Genre: Smut, Slight Angst if you squint.
Paring: Steve x Reader
[Warnings] : Degradation. Dirty Talk. Big dick Steve. Angst-ish. Squirting. Pet names. Unprotected sex (Don't do that).
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Jealousy was something you didn’t see in Steve. He was someone that rarely got really Jealous. But yet the night you were at his place, hanging out with his friends instead of him. That's when his emotions took over his mind, rather than listening to his rationality. He needed to remind you who belonged to, who owned every part of your body. And that’s exactly what he did. Having you a whining and whimpering mess under him as he denies your orgasm for the five or sixth time, you’ve lost count. You repeated the lame ‘I’m sorry’ and ‘I didn’t mean it’. But Steve didn’t buy any of it. No, he chose to say exactly what he thought of you at that moment while his cock was so deep inside you, you could feel him in your tummy.
“My little whore. Just begging to get fucked by my friends.” His thrusts suddenly slowed at your high being close.
“You can't function without a cock inside you, can you? Always needing to be filled.” His words stung in the best way, as his hand that held your wrists above your head felt the same. You’ve never heard such filth leave this heroic man's lips before.
“Dirty slut. You enjoying this aren’t you? You gonna cum from me talking down to you? Huh? Are you that desperate?” he suddenly lets go of your hands, moving your legs over his shoulders before pounding into you with a speed from the gods. You scream from his words and the feeling of his cock, losing control in the pleasure being gifted to you. And before you could say anything, you came, hard. Dripping down your thighs, squirting all over his cock, onto the bed. His movements stopped with a hard brake making you come down from your high with a sudden hitch of your breath. You opened your glossy eyes when he gripped your chin pulling your face to look at him.
“Did you just squirt? Filthy bitch, I didn’t say you could cum!!” No more jealousy could be shown on his face, now anger was all he could express. First, you flirt with his friends, throw yourself at them and now you cum without permission.
“You’re in for a long night sugar.” He sat up, turning you around with no effort. Sticking your ass up he gives it a slap before sinking back into your dripping heat. “You want to act like a whore. Then I’ll fuck you like one.”
❤️❤️❤️🫠🫠🫠Bucky in uniform >>>




oh 40s james buchanan barnes save me.. save me bucky...
I got Lloyd Hansen ❤️❤️

One of my favorite sadistic men! Realistically would we get along? Probably not, but he’s hot.
Screenshot and see who is your fictional boyfriend !

Reblog who you got on your first try ! o(^▽^)o NO CHEATING !
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Damn. Poor reader!
Steve really is wicked, I just know he sent that photo to Barrett! And now he can look like the hero! Saving an innocent woman from harm.
This is so beautifully written! I love it sm ❤️❤️
Wicked Games 7

Warnings: non/dubcon, cheating, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.
My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.
Character: Steve Rogers
Summary: you had a one night stand. Or did you?
As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

You sit in on the bed you've shared with Barrett for almost five years. Looking around makes it so much harder. Picking out your things from his, leaving behind all you built together, it's like pulling down a wall brick-by-brick.
You zip up the duffle bag and put it in the front room. Before you can go back to scour the room one last time, the lock clicks and clunks, and the door opens. You look over in surprise. It's early. You're not ready to face him. Especially like this.
Before you can react, Barrett does. He's flying at you, screaming, door open and forgotten behind him. You can't make sense if what he's saying.
"You slut! Fucking whore! Liar!" The worlds hit you like punches as you flinch and shake your head.
"What--"
"You think I wouldn't find out!" He waves his phone at you and you squint, trying to focus on the moving screen.
"What do you--"
"It's right fucking here!" He shakes the cell again then stills it so you can see. It's you, naked, your face a dopey mix of drunkenness and delight. Fuck!
"Barrett, I... I don't remember it. It-- it doesn't matter, it's over." You sputter.
"Damn right it's fucking over! How long have you been fucking around?" He snarls.
"I-- it was once. I swear, I was drunk--"
"Sure the fuck it was one time!"
His phone slams into your nose and the crush of cartilage sends you reeling. You cup your nose as blood floods your throat. You choke and spit up.
"Barrett?" You whimper.
"I ought to do a whole lot worse, you fucking slut!" He swipes the lamp off the end table and it barely misses you.
"What the fuck?" You mop the blood with your sleeve. "What the fuck does it matter when it's over--"
"Yeah, go! Get the fuck out before I break your fucking skull!" He snaps. "All these weeks and I've been tryna make it better and the whole time you've been a cheating fucking bitch!"
"No--"
He grabs you by your neck. You gasp and latch onto his wrists. Your feet slide across the floor as he shakes you.
"Bitch! I should kill you!" He pushes his thumbs into your windpipe and you wheeze.
"Pl--ease." You beg.
"Why? Why couldn't you just talk to me?" He sneers.
You pull on his arms as he blocks your breath completely. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He's going to do it! He's going to murder you.
Suddenly he lurches forward and you throw your arms as he lets you go. You hit the chair and bounce off if it, catching yourself on your knees. Barrett cries out and gurgles and a metallic thunk hits the hardwood.
Silence curdles in the air as you stare at the floor. You sit back on your heels and glance over at your husband's unmoving body. A pool of blood spreads beneath his head as Steve Rogers stands above him, shield dripping in scarlet.
You quiver and look up at him. His blue eyes blaze as his shoulders rise and fall with deep breaths. His nostrils flare and he cracks his neck.
"I saved you." He says. "I saved our baby." He reaches to his pocket and slips his phone out. "That's what you'll tell the police, right?"
You blink at him then look down at Barrett. Your eyes fill with tears and you whine. "You killed him?"
"He hurt you. He could have hurt our baby." He taps the screen and puts the phone to his ear. "What kind of hero would I be if I let him?"
You shudder and cover your mouth. Blood and bile pools in your throat and you wretch through your fingers. You can’t stop yourself from vomiting in your hand. He gives your address over the phone and hangs up.
“Oh, sweetheart.” He sets the shield down against the couch and nears you. You cower as he kneels down and puts his hand on your back. You shrink down as your body spasms in revolt. “I got back-up on the way. Aw, look at you. In your condition, you shouldn’t be stressed.”
He rubs between your shoulder blades as you sob and wretch at the same time. You stay on the floor, quaking, fighting not to smell the blood or look up and see it. You wanted Barrett gone, you didn’t want him dead.
“Hey,” another voice startles you. You look over at the man that enters. He’s familiar too. Of course. Cap’s best bud; Bucky Barnes. “Shit...” he slows as he approaches Barrett and he tuts. “Well, looks like that’s taken care of, huh, pal?”
“Buck, would ya get her some water? Something to clean this up?” Steve demands. “Come on, sweetie.”
He hooks his arm around you and makes you stand. He pulls the chair closer and sits you down. Bucky comes back with a bottle of water and a dish cloth. Steve takes both and hands you the former. He bends to wipe up your puke as you sit stunned in the chair.
You look at Barrett’s blank expression. He died angry. He died unhappy. He died because of you.
His hair- the fancy suit- I’m loving it already
This movie better be good, I can’t wait
Bucky on a motorcycle>>>>
