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Dom bearded Steve 🤤

"Come on, y/l/n," Captain Rogers shouts through the gym, "you have to keep your center of balance and try to predict her move before she acts."

I've been training with Captain Rogers and Agent Romanoff for three months now. Weaponry had always been my thing, not so much hand to hand.

"I'm trying, Sir," I say out of breath, "I'm tired, we've been at this for eight hours now."

A fist collides with my rids and I sink down to one of my knees with a groan.

"Your opponent won't care that you're tired," agent Romanoff says.

I use the fact that I'm already down to spin and take her legs out from under her. She falls back so I capitalize on it and try to get her into one of the holds she showed me. She moves and kicks me in the stomach, knocking the wind out of me as I fall back. In the blink of an eye she in top of me.

"You were close," she says, "just a little slow on execution. Go ahead and clean up for dinner."

I sigh in frustration and let my head fall back against the mat. As she gets off and helps me up.

"I'm always 'just a little slow'," I mutter as I grab my bag.

"What was that?" Captain Rogers asks, appearing out of fucking no where and making me jump.

"Fucking shit, you scared me," I say picking up the bag that I had dropped in the fright.

"Language."

"Sorry, Sir," I lower my head.

"So what was it you were saying?" He asks crossing his arms.

"Nothing, Sir, it's not important."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, Sir."

He looks at me for a moment before speaking again.

"Alright, well go get ready, Tony's having one of his parties tonight."

I nod and quickly leave for my room.

God why is he so intimidating?

I shut my door and go to my restroom to shower.

I let the hot water relax my muscles as I clean myself, massage my scalp as I do.

Once I'm done I get out and dry off before going and finding something to wear. I don't own any really fancy clothes so I settle for something simple.

I dry curl my hair and put on a bit of makeup.

I can already hear the party going as I slip on my shoes and head for the noisy room.

I walk in, not really sure where to go. I'm not that close to anyone on the team yet and everyone else here doesn't even know me.

Something zooms past me then zooms back and stops in front of me for a second.

Third person POV

Pietro runs back into the room and goes to the team. He notices something on the way over so he dashes back and finds y/n in a stunning white dress.

He runs back to the team excited.

"Y/n's here," he say energetically, "and she looks beautiful."

He nods his head in her direction and everyone looks that way.

She takes a seat on the couch, away from everyone.

"Why doesn't she come over here?" Wanda asks.

"Donno," Pietro answers, "but I'll find out."

He dashes to where y/n sits.

"Hey, Princessa," he says sitting next to her.

"Oh uh hey Maximof," she gives him a small smile.

"You can just call me Pietro," he chuckles, "why don't you come join the others?"

"No it's okay," she looks down, "I'm not really part of the team yet anyways."

"But you are," he says confused.

"I haven't gone on a mission with them yet," she shrugs, "so I'm not officially a member of the team."

Pietro's brows furrow.

"Uh be right back," he dashes back over to the team.

"She still not coming over?" Tony asks.

"No, she doesn't think she part of the team," Pietro looks to the others.

"Why not?" Mitchell, y/n's older brother, asks.

"Cuz she hasn't been on a mission yet," Pietro explains.

"Well you know," Mitchell grins, "there is always one thing that helps her get comfy with people."

"It's like you're reading my mind kid," Tony claps once, "time for a concert."

"Hell yeah," Mitchell gets up excitedly.

"Language."

"Ah shut it gramps," Mitchell quickly heads to his sister.

"Ha gramps," Sam laughs.

"Y/n," Mitchell says excitedly as he goes up to her, "come on we got a performance to do."

She grins up at him as she gets up from her seat.

They go up to the stage as Tony and the group head over to get a front row seat.

Mitchell goes to take a seat on nothing and a dum seat appears along with a sleek black drum set in front of him. His clothes change in a flash of silver light as he twirls his drum stick.

(Gimme a sec to just simp)

Y/n steps up to the mic as her guitar appears in her hands and her outfit changes with a stum of the strings.

(Again I simp.)

She begins to play

"Hahaha, this is about you
Beware, beware, be skeptical
Of their smiles, their smiles of plated gold
Deceit so natural
But a wolf in sheep's clothing is more than a warning"

She begins to levitate off the stage as she masterfully plays the instrument, her eyes glowing red.

"Baa baa, black sheep, have you any soul?
No sir, by the way, what the hell are morals?
Jack be nimble, Jack be quick
Jill's a little whore, and her alibis are dirty tricks"

The teams heads turn to Steve who had a scowl, but y/n just winks as she continues to sing.

"So could you
Tell me how you're sleeping easy
How you're only thinking of yourself
Show me how you justify
Telling all your lies like second nature
Listen, mark my words, one day (one day)
You will pay, you will pay
Karma's gonna come collect your debt"

She floats over the crowd as black tendrils come from her body and black waves of surging power come from Mitchel's drum with the beat.

"Aware, aware, you stalk your prey
With criminal mentality
You sink your teeth into the people you depend on
Infecting everyone, you're quite the problem"

She goes upsidedown and spins before going upright again.

"Fee-fi-fo-fum, you better run and hide
I smell the blood of a petty little coward
Jack be lethal, Jack be slick
Jill will leave you lonely, dying in a filthy ditch"

Black energy rushes over the crowd as they cheer for the siblings.

"So could you
Tell me how you're sleeping easy
How you're only thinking of yourself
Show me how you justify
Telling all your lies like second nature
Listen, mark my words, one day (one day)
You will pay, you will pay
Karma's gonna come collect your debt."

Y/n slowly and delicately lands back on the stage as the song slows and her eyes glow gold.

"Maybe you'll change
Abandon all your wicked ways
Make amends and start anew again
Maybe you'll see
All the wrongs you did to me
And start all over, start all over again"

Her eyes snap to red again as a wicked grin spreads on her face.

"Who am I kidding?
Now, let's not get overzealous here
You've always been a huge piece of shit
If I could kill you, I would
But it's frowned upon in all fifty states
Having said that, burn in hell, yeah"

A huge wave of black surges quickly from the stage as y/n strikes the strings of her guitar.

"Oh, oh, oh
So tell me how you're sleeping easy
How you're only thinking of yourself
Show me how you justify
Telling all your lies like second nature
Listen, mark my words, one day (one day)
You will pay, you will pay
Karma's gonna come collect your debt
Karma's gonna come collect your debt
Karma's gonna come collect your debt"

The song finishes and everyone cheers loudly as the instruments disappears and the siblings hug as they get off the stage.

"Relaxed enough to have a drink with the team now?" Mitchell asks with his arm still slung over his sister's shoulder.

"I guess," she laughs.

Y/n's POV

Mitchell brings me over to the rest of the team and my nerves start to spike again. Maybe I'll feel better after a few drinks.

"Maybe you should choose songs with better language you two."

I look to Steve who sits across from us with Asgardian Mead in his hand. Thor passes some to me as well and I take a drink before speaking.

"Well that's the type of music we like, Captain," do I have a death wish? Maybe. "So we'll sing those types of songs if we want to."

"Ooo such disrespect," Barnes chuckles, "you just gonna let her talk to you like that?"

"She can get away with it for now," he takes another drink, "but she's gonna be warn out during training tomorrow."

"Like you could ware a demi devil," I take another drink.

"Oh I'll find a way for the lip you're giving."

"Mmhm sure," where the fuck is this confidence coming from?

Steve smirks behind his glass and the night continues on.

We laugh, we drink, we do some karaoke; we have a great time.

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I wake up early in the morning with a dull ache in my head but it's nothing I can't handle.

My door opens harshly and the light flicks on.

"Up and at em, y/l/n," Steve says loudly.

I sit up with a jult and quickly cover my chest with my sheets seeing as I'm only in a sports bra.

"Jesus, Steve," I look over to the clock, "it five in the morning."

"It's Captain to you," he says sternly, "and I told you, you're gonna get warn out during training for the lip you gave last night."

I groan and lay back down.

"Training room in fifteen or I make it worse," he says turning to leave, "understood?"

"Yeah."

"Excuse me?" He turns back to me with narrow eye.

"Yes.... Captain," I correct myself.

"Better, now hurry up."

He leaves, shutting the door behind him as he goes. I groan and quite literally roll out of my bed landing on the floor.

"I am not in the mood for this today."

I get up and sluggishly pull on my workout clothes and shoes before heading to the training room.

I get in and find Steve there alone.

"Where's Romanoff?" I ask as I put my hair into a ponytail.

"She left for a mission early this morning with Clint and Bucky, and the others are on their missions," he says, "so it's just you and me, recruit."

Oh so he's going full captain mode.

"Center ring," he orders pointing to the mat.

I do as I'm told and wait for instructions.

He circles around me twice and on the third he kicks the back of my knee making me fall forward.

"I wasn't ready," I groan as I try to get back to my feet.

"You think your opponent is going to wait for you to be ready for them," he kicks my shoulder, knocking me on my ass, "or do you think they're gonna use every advantage they have against you?"

I roll and get to my feet just as he swings at me. I manage to land a blow. One blow. Then I'm kicked in the stomach and knocked back down on my ass.

"Fuck!" I shout as I hit the mat hard.

"Language!"

Imma "language" you in a minute.

I grumble as I get back to my feet.

He comes at me again. I block one blow, barely dodge the second and the third land square in the face.

"Shit!" I hold my nose.

"Language!"

Okay that's getting real annoying.

I swing at him. He blocks, then dodges then counter strikes landing it right in the ribs.

I groan as I fall back.

He quickly kneels on top of me, pinning down my hands with one and landing another blow to the side of my face.

I grit my teeth and glare at him.

What the fuck is he on today?

I use my powers and send him flying off of me.

"You can't us your powers!" He yells as he gets back to his feet and I do the same.

"Why the fuck not? You're the one that said my opponent would use whatever advantage they have against me," I point accusingly at him, "so why the fuck can't I do the same?"

"Someone could subdue your powers," he says like it's obvious, "what are you gonna do then when you can't hold your own? You wanna go on a mission? Prove that you can hold your own without powers."

"Who the fuck is gonna subdue a demi devil's powers?" I scream, "I can take care of myself! I was doing it long before I got here! And you know what I don't even want to be on your stupid fucking team! You're all just a bunch of stuck up ass holes!"

"Watch your language!" He growls in my face.

"Oh yeah?" I press, "what you gonna do about it, Captain?"

His hand is suddenly around my throat.

"Maybe I need to teach you some manners."

His tone has me struck dumb and my thighs clenching.

He's never been like this.

He turns us around and presses me to the cushioned wall.

He stares down at me for a moment and my nerves start going crazy. Whatever confidence I had went out the window the moment he grabbed me.

"Screw it."

He suddenly picks me up, tosses me over his shoulder and heads out of the training room.

"Put me down!" I struggle against his hold only to get a hard swat in the ass.

A small yelp comes from me as he continues to walk.

"Steve! Put me down!"

I try to struggle again as he continues down the hall after getting out of the elevator. Another hard swat lands on my ass.

"I already told you," he swats me again, "it's Captain to you."

A small noise comes from me, I'm not sure if it's a whimper or a moan, maybe a mix.of both.

"C-captain," my voice shakes a bit, "please put me down."

I'm suddenly tossed onto a bed and looking up at Steve, his jaw clenched tight as he glares down at me.

I glance to the door.
It's still open.

I'm pushed back to lay down as Steve crawls on top of me.

I gasp as he attaches his lips to my neck, his beard tickling my skin.

"Steve?"

He swats my thigh and I whimper.

"What did I tell you?" He growls.

"Captain?" I correct, "what are you doing?"

"Teaching my unruley recruit to respect her authorities," he nips at my ear.

I shiver beneath him as his hand glide up my sides.

He pushes my knees open and sets himself between them before rocking his hips into mine as he continues to nip and suck at my throat.

Holy shit he's hard as fuck.

He groans at the friction and does it again. I know I'm already wet as the fucking ocean at this point.

A small moan leaves me just before he smashes his lips to mine. He rocks harder, swallowing my moans as he keeps going. He moves his lips back to my neck as on of his hands travels up my shirt, squeezing my breast.

"Steve," I moan.

He swats my thigh again.

I arch my back with a moan.

"Captain."

"Good girl," he growls while pulling my shirt over my head.

He sits back and admires my body before looking into my eyes.

"I shouldn't be doing this," he breathes heavily, and starts to get up.

"Wait."

He freezes and looks at me again.

I sit up to be a bit more at level with him.

"It's fine," I say timidly.

"Are you sure?"

I undo my bra and toss it aside before laying back down.

"More than sure," I say, "Captain."

His eyes flare with lust before he leans over my body, taking my breast in his mouth and hands.

I moan and arch into his touch, my hands tangling into his locks.

He kisses down my body, pulling my gym shorts down as he goes. He tosses them aside and kisses up my thighs. His beard tickles at my skin, leaving goosebumps in it's wake.

"Captain," I whimper as he moves torturously slow.

"Patience," he chuckles, "oh look at that."

I feel his finger against my clothed core, the fabric between our skin soaked. He slowly rubs my clit through the fabric, making my legs twitch and whimpers leave my lips.

He rubs harder making me moan.

"Captain," my back arches again.

"That's right, babydoll," he nips my inner thigh again, "tell your captain what you want."

"You," I moan, "I want you, Captain."

"Good answer," he growls before tearing the thin fabric off my body.

His tongue glides along my folds making me gasp and arch my body again.

He sucks on my clit whole pushing two fingers into my core, pumping them agonizingly slow.

"Captain, please," I whine.

"Oh so you do have manners," he chuckles against my core.

(I just wanna take a sec to say that I was in McDonald's drive thru while writing this part and a church van that says "Jesus is Lord" in big, bold print was right in front of me🤣)

He pumps his fingers faster and my hands fist at the sheets beside me.

I feel him grab one of my wrists, prying my fingers open to release the fabric from my hand. He guides my hand to his hair where I tug at it on instinct. It makes him groan, the vibrations surging through my core.

"Oh my god," I moan before covering my mouth with my other hand.

I feel a slap on my inner thigh and I yelp.

"Move that hand," Steve growls, "I want to hear you."

My hand moves up, pushing the strands of hair out of my face.

I moan loudly again as quickens his pace again.

"Oh God I'm gonna cum!"

He pulls away and I whine.

"Only good girls with manners get to cum," he smirks. I whine again and he chuckles, "do you know your manners yet?"

"Yes," I say desperately.

"Prove it."

He wants me to fucking beg?

I clench my jaw closed.

I don't beg.

He starts his movements again, working me to the edge again. He stops just before I tip over, leaving me whining again.

He repeats this again.
And again.
And again.
And again.

"Steve," I cry, tears built in my eyes form the frustration of my continuous denial of release.

"You still haven't proven that you've learned your manners, babydoll," he says lowly, starting his movements up again, torturously slow.

I cave.

"Please," I cry, "please let me cum."

"There we go," he chuckles, "Good girl."

He goes faster than before and before I know it I'm screaming his name as I cum all over his fingers and face.

"God, if I knew you tasted this good I would have done this sooner," he growls as he laps up my juices.

He starts to kiss up my body, leaving dark hickeys as he goes along until he reaches my lips.

He removes himself from me, quickly ridding his body of his clothing before coming back to my body, hungrily kissing at my neck.

He settles himself between my legs and I can feel his hard length against my core making me moan a bit.

"Safe word," he growls as he spreads my legs more.

"Um," is hard to think with him grinding into me, "Rogers."

He chuckles as he lines himself up with my entrance.

"If you need me to stop, use your safe word," his voice is a bit raspy, "I'll stop."

I nod and he pushes into me, pulling moans from the both of us as he bottoms out.

"God you feel so good," I leans back and begins to thrust, watching as his length continues to repeatedly plunge back into me.

My back arches as he speeds up, pounding into me at an inhumane pace.

"Oh fuck!" I moan loudly.

He freezes.

"I swear to God," I growl in frustration, "if you say language."

He leans down, roughly pinning my hands above my head with one of his bigs hands, the other grasping my waist hard enough to leave marks. His lips find my ear, looking at the lobe and sending a shiver raking through my body.

"Language," he growls.

I don't get to respond before he starts pounding into me again, holding my squirming body beneath him.

"Oh shit!" I cry, "captain! Oh my god!"

He pulls out and flips me over, holding my hands behind my back, forcing my face into the pillow.

A hard swat lands on my ass.

"Fuck," I moan and he spanks me again.

"You'll learn to watch that pretty little mouth of yours," he pounds into me again, making me scream in pleasure.

"You like that?" He pounds into me harder, "you like being railed like a little whore?"

Well hello degradation kink.

I clench around him as he swats me again.

"I asked you a question," he spanks me yet again.

"Y-yes," I choke out.

"Yes what?" Another swat.

"Yes, Captain."

"Say it," he growls, "tell me how much you loved being rail like the little whore you are."

"I love being railed like a whore," I choke out between moans.

"Good girl," he growls, pounding into me harder, "cum all over me. Show me how much you love this."

The knot in me tightens more before it snaps and I cum hard. Incoherent words leave me as I moan into the pillow.

"Atta girl," he praises, "now do it again."

He runs his fingers along my scalp before pulling my hair and ramming into me harder.

"Oh god!"

"God you feel so good," he moans, bringing a hand around my throat, "cum for me again, babydoll."

He keeps going and I clench harder and harder around him before cumming again.

He pulls out and cums on my back as I drop, breathless, onto the bed.

He lays next to me, kissing my forehead.

"So," he starts once he catches his breath, "have you learned your manners."

I grin and look up at him.

"I don't think I have."

He grins back at me.

"Guess I'll have to teach you another lesson then."

"I guess you will, Captain."