#nomad cap

we've done subby steve. breeding kink steve? wax steve. ice steve. and there was another. i know what to do next.

so. remember last time, with subby steve? when we tied him up with our panties, made sure he wouldn't move? yeah, yeah! you noticed... he liked that a little too much.

which gets you thinking...

...and a few google searches later, you find yourself with a box of rope.

okay so, steve's been having a rough time. awh, poor baby :( and he just needs someone to.. well, take care of him, of course! so of course he eagerly follows you back to your shared bedroom, and doesn't blink an eye when your lips immediately crash against his.

it's messy, and rushed and oh, so rough as you push him against the door first. his hands roam around you, and your own keep him held against the door as your lips attack his, before finding his neck. sucking on his sweet spot as he groans and rolls his head back, into the door behind him. god, it feels so good, he could cum here and no-

except you pull back, walking towards the bed,

"over here, pretty boy~ c'mere stevie - gotta get ya all tied up and pretty f'me, yeah~"

and for a moment he's confused, and lost, because what do you mean?

"call it an early christmas, baby~"

he can't deny the way his cock twitches in his pants - suddenly uncomfortably tight around him, as you beckon him over with one finger curled. and naturally, he follows, sitting where you tell him to sit, and following each and every instruction you give him.

which is how he finds himself naked, tied up to the bed. each wrist tied back to a bedpost, as you lean back to marvel at your work.

and holy shit, does he look good. entirely naked, but for the pretty patterns your red ropes leave across his skin. each rope tugs slightly against him already, and you can only imagine how much prettier he'd look when you actually start.

still, you're not so horrible that you'll leave him waiting. not when his pretty cock twitches like that, beads of cum already collecting at the tip, rolling down the side as he whines.

yes, whines.

and the whines hit your ears as you slowly strip. each and every article of clothing hitting the floor as he waits patiently. so agonising, yet patiently he waits.

because steve rogers, is a good, good b-

"such a good boy f'me~"

he whines again, as your colder hands touch his chest - nails dragging up and down as your hips slowly sink down over him. you gasp and moan, and he groans - all at the same time.

it's so, so good, and he should feel so bad, tied up like this. he should hate it - so why is it, then, that he feels nothing but sheer pleasure, rippling through his body as he attempts to rolls his hips up into you...

...only for you to stop, tut and shaking your head,

"steve... baby, i need you to be good f'me, yeah? ya gotta be patient, baby... can't rush this, okay?"

and he's nodding and whining again, because he really, truly is at your whim. at your whim, wrapped around your finger and under your control as you roll your hips up and down his cock, slowly and painfully.

you press your body closer to his, and can practically hear his eyes rolling back as your hips move up and down.

each slowed roll is accompanied by that slow, lewd squelch, that only takes him higher and higher. it's wet, sinful and unholy - but he craves it. needs it, for no drug is quite as addicting, as the drug that is you.

each roll has him throwing his head back onto the headboard, as your lips move closer to his ears, muttering soft yet sinfully delectable words. he can't hear you, through his own deafening pleasure, so he misses how you tease him,

"so wet, from just this? oh, stevie... sweet, sweet, stevie... what would america say, hmm?"

however, he doesn't miss when you... well, i'll let you say it, hmm?

"america's sweet golden boy, all tied up and pretty, huh? ain't that a sight for sore eyes.."

your sweetened sing song tone only has him (somehow) harder, as he moans loudly, entirely unrestrained. you decide that... perhaps he has suffered enough. perhaps you will be kinder to him. you roll your hips faster and faster, working harder towards both your and his release.

soon enough, the only sounds bouncing around the room are the continuous rhythms of skin meeting skin, the loud and sinful squelches of slick gathering between you, your gentler moans and his deeper groans.

he takes the time to actually... savour it? it's nice, not having to do all the work. where everyone else expects big, strong captain america, here he can be just... well, steve! your steve, all yours as you take care of him.

you don't miss how he enjoys it, cooing back at him as your hands pull his face towards yours lovingly,

"oh, my sweet, sweet steve.. all mine, always.."

he only hums in response - already so fucked out and drunk on how good you feel. you can't help but to giggle, quickening your pace as you feel him getting oh, so close - so close!

he can't help it - the ropes, pulling against his skin. your words, wrapping though his brain. the way you felt, wrapped around his cock, bouncing so perfectly up and down him - of course he was gonna cum!

you feel him, thick and hot as he cums hot and fast - his body writhing against the rope as he whines into your ear,

"p-please, pretty gir- f-fuck! m'so good for you-!"

"so good f'me~"

"fuck-!"

he allows himself (or do you allow him?) to thrust up - quick and sharp as he finishes, which only leads to you releasing too, walls tightening around him as you pull his body closer to you. you moan and cry out and he rests his head on your shoulder. somewhat unintentionally, then, your fingers find his hair, slowly stroking through it as you work on your comedown.

it's sweet. strangely sweet, given that he is still so tied up in you. as you lift yourself off him, you can't help but hiss, before quickly untying each and every rope,

"oh, my sweet pretty baby.. lie down, i'll take care of you."

each and every mark is soothed with a kiss pressed against his skin. he only hums contentedly in response, letting you take care of him.

letting you love him.

in the end, you tangle yourself against him in bed again, legs wrapped around his as he tugs you closer to him. your head rests on his chest as the two of you drift off to sleep...

operation sub your steve? success!

xoxo, roe~

i would like to formally preface this by saying i am not into steve rogers, actually. i enjoy whiny chris evans. i am just not into steve rogers. i do enjoy providing aluri with a good time though, so here i am, for you.

it's been a long time since you and steve tried anything new. last time was wax play, and that went surprisingly well. however since then, things have been fairly tame, to be honest.

at least until today, because doesn't he look so.. delectable, sweat dripping from his oh, so perfect arms as he comes home from his run. does he not look so perfect, as his muscles flex with every move.

you find yourself lost - mesmerised, even - by... well, him!

you can't quite help but to think - what if you licked him? dragged your tongue along his body? how would that feel? would he like it? would you like it?

only one way to find out.

you follow him upstairs into your shared room, hands quickly finding your waist as he immediately spins round to pin you against the door. what he doesn't expect is to be the one pinned against the door, as your lust filled eyes rake over his body, taking him in,

"shhh, shhh.. be a good boy f'me, yeah stevie?"

he's swallowing back a whimper and you're batting your eyes up so sweetly at him - how can he say no? so he's nodding now, as your tongue immediately find the side of his neck, swirling in circles before your teeth graze his skin. as they nip at his skin, you moan into his touch - his hands quickly finding your waist, grounding him,

"p-please, baby-"

"what is it, stevie? want more?"

"god, yes-!"

you pull away only to strip him of his shirt, and then to strip yourself of your own, revealing your pretty lacy black lingerie. one of his hands attempts to lower itself to his cock - anything to reveal the quickly tightening ache - but you catch him, tutting in response,

"tsk, tsk! now, now, steve... gotta be patient f'me, yeah? be a good boy and i'll let you cum, 'kay?"

he can only nod - poor thing!

your tongue resumes itself on his neck, slowly dragging down as you tug the conveniently place chair nearby - guiding him towards it. for a moment you consider painfully riding him, edging him until he begs to cum - perhaps another day. for now, you settle yourself between his legs, and your tongue happily glides along his skin - resting above his chest.

you look back up at him, and - dear oh dear me! the man is gone already!

if he's this gone now, however will he manage later on?

im about to live up to my titty sucking fame, because yes! your tongue finds his nipple, swirling round as he moans and groans - practically putty under your careful tongue. before long, your lips have wrapped around it, sucking and teasing him.

unlike past.. experiences, though, you do not offer the other side of his chest comfort (cumfort. haha.). not for quite some time, at least.

when you are pleased with your careful attention to one nipple, you pull away to play with the other, and it's then that steve attempts to make eye contact with you. only to very quickly find out that he is terrible at this - unable to keep his head forward as you send waves of pleasure crashing through his body.

you may look and act like an angel - but elvis really was onto something! the devil in disguise, huh?

meanwhile, you're dragging your tongue lower and lower, sinking into your knees as you find exactly what you look for. you skillfully remove his belt and pants, cooing at the tent he's pitched himself in his boxers,

"awh, steve... baby... f'me?"

"all for you, always for you.."

as you giggle he sighs, and you finally offer him some relief in the form of your fingers and palm, pressing against him - still clothed. still restricted. yet you pull back when you know he's so, so close! he's so close to cumming, just from your palm, and he can't hold back the moans - not when you tease him like this!

you tease. you absolute tease!

you feel bad for a moment. just the one! but then you remember - how pretty would he look with tears streaming down his face? what would he do when you licked them off, kissing each one as you finally relieved him of his pain?

perhaps you really could have the best of both worlds here...

a small smile makes its way onto your face as you look back up to him, voice softer than ever,

"steve, baby? gonna need you to be real good f'me, yeah? can ya do that, baby? f'me? pretty please, pretty boy?"

and he's nodding and whining, unable to think.

you're giggling again, and he's mentally locking away the sound to sinfully jerk off to, when he's all alone next week. but for now? for now he's making the most of what he has, as he has you.

you run your hands up and down his cock, practically wrapping your fingers around his still clothed length, teasing him through and through until he's just about to cum - yet each time he comes anywhere near to it, you pull away. the first time you walk away, ignoring his protests. the second time, you sit back on the floor, smirking up at him as he begs - yes, begs! the third time is the worst, as you stand up and sit on him. he immediately tries to relieve his aching balls - hands flying to your hips, except you swat them away,

"steve..."

"please baby, please! i'll do anything, anything!"

your heart breaks for a moment, until you realise that yes! you can hear a sob in his voice! you whip round and see those sweet, dewy, crystalline tears you sought out all along!

there they are, dribbling down his face as he splutters out his pleading and begging. you lick your lips as you press small kisses up his neck, moaning when his salty tears touch your soft lips.

finally, you let him pull your own panties down, rocking yourself over his tightened, soaked bulge,

"can i..?"

"no. let me, steve."

he sighs, but lets you pull his boxers down, groaning and throwing his head back when his angry, leaking cock is finally freed to the world (or, to the air between you and him. much less the world, but still!)

a thought presses itself against your brain, and you tug your panties up off the floor, pulling his hands behind him - behind the back of the chair - and tying them back,

"shh, shh, baby - it's for your own good, okay? it'll feel better this way.."

"f-fuck.."

"you wanna cum f'me, don't ya?"

"y-yeah... fuck, baby, i can't-!"

"shhh, yes you can, so good f'me, steve.."

he can't pull any coherent thoughts together - not when your hips slam down onto him, filling you entirely as your back instantly arches. and he wants to wrap his hands around you - he really does! but he's a good, good boy, and follows orders well, even when all he wants is to feel you in his arms as he slams up into you.

instead, he's met with an equally mind-numbing experience - you, slamming your hips up and down on him, rolling and riding your hips up achingly slowly before you slam back down with such need and force, that he cant help but to sit in awe of you.

that is, when he can comprehend even being in awe of you. for the most part, steve's brain is entirely mush. entirely fuzzy, as all he thinks about is how perfect you feel. you and your walls, practically moulded around his cock, welcoming him in each time as they wrap around him. the way they suck him in, holding him in you as the two of you moan and cry out in pure pleasure and ecstasy.

he can feel the two of you getting closer and closer, as you move quicker and less controlled now, your hips rolling more than they did before. you're much more needy now, your once controlled and put together voice replaced by pretty moans and whines that he can only praise whatever powers may be for blessing him with,

"f-fuck, steve! gonna need you to cum quick f'me, baby, please?"

"close, close, m'close, pretty girl-!"

"y-yeahhhh.. that's it, steve, cum f'me.."

as if on command, he does exactly that. spurts and ropes of cum fill your walls as your own release joins his, clenching around him. the two of you slow your movements, with you finally pressing your body against his, peppering kisses along his neck as he fills you.

words evade the two of you, as you sit quietly panting, your foreheads pressed against one another. one hand of yours finds his cheek, caressing him softly as the other finally unties him - letting him wrap his arms around you, holding you there - on him. as he does, you can feel the two of you shifting around. cum shifting and squelching in and out of you. the feeling has you whining for more, but it's been a long day.

finally, he lifts the two of you, carrying you into your shared bed. still buried deep in you, he holds you close as you catch your breath to coo back at him once more,

"so good f'me, pretty boy..."

...before promptly falling asleep. you miss how his cock immediately hardens, and his mind wanders back to conversations regarding... sleep... and free use...

dear oh dear me!

steve g. rogers was whipped. absolutely, utterly,

whipped.