Idk if this idea has been mentioned already im a little behind on reading all the amazing asks and thots
So what if CL Steve decides to plan a date for legacy but of course this is Steve so there’s a twist.. so he uses the movie theatre on campus or wherever and convinces her they are watching some movie that legacy has been dying to see. So she goes to the theatre with Stevie… but when she gets there no one else is in the screening room
So she sits down with steve and the opening credits start rolling and the first thing it reads is:
“An Independent Film, Produced by Arcadia
Starring, up-and-coming major Legacy and the one and only Steve Rogers”
Stevies always wanted to see her on the big screen
OH MY GOODNESS ?? BESTIE THIS IS ABSOLUTELY PERFECT ! dark thots/spoilers/long drabble below:
this will be in the fic, I don't know when it will be set down the line, but:
It's at the campus theatre with the projection screen down and everything. He's been breaking you down everyday, and today as you watch the footage play, you blow up at him. Some crying and screaming, all of which Steve just shushes you softly between those familiar threats.
When you try to run away, he sweeps you into his arms, pressing you into the seats and forcing you to watch the scene: you're riding his face, filthily grinding onto his eager mouth. He drinks down your slick as it drips out of you.
With him pulling you onto his lap, the bulge tells you exactly how the movie was effecting him. You feel ashamed with your weakest moments plastered on the screen, your loud whines and Steve's muffled praises echoing off the walls.
He starts moving you against his clothed cock, one hand gripping your neck and the other wrapped around your waist, pinning you into his massive frame. "See that, baby? See how much you want me?"
You shut your eyes, trying to turn away but he forces your head forward. He scents you powerfully, your body falling slack as his fingers dip into your pants and underwear, slipping between your soaked folds.
Yet again, it felt like your body was against you—but at this point, you know the rest of you wants him too.
"You know, there are plenty of people who would pay good money to see this." His deep voice flows to your ears, his lips dragging along your jaw to your gland, he sucks hard and traces his fingers through your wetness, spreading it to your clit. "They'd fucking kill to watch a pretty omega like you get ruined by me. Look at you."
Your eyes flutter open because you actually want to see the sick movie. And you're crossed between horrified and awe: you're lying on the bed with your head hanging off the edge, Steve is spanking your poor pussy, ignoring your quivering thighs as he thrusts into your open mouth, his fat cock stretching your lips and making your jaw sore, saliva dripping from the corners of your mouth. Every lewd noise fills the room, wet gagging, choking, crying, it's all the soundtrack to Steve's dirty talk, "—that's it, filthy slut. Just a cockwhore in heat, huh? You want my knot—want me to fill your little cunt?"
On-screen you nods, or tries to with Steve's length stilled deep in your throat. He trails his wet hand up your body, pinching your nipples before caressing your neck, "I can see myself inside you, sweet girl. Doing so good for me—you're gonna be covered in me by the time we're done. And you're never going to want to leave."
"See? You love what I can do to you." He presses one thick finger into your cunt, pumping it in and out, "Making you into my perfect little omega, you didn't even see the camera, huh?"
You sniffle, shaking your head as he yanks up your shirt, massaging your breasts.
"But you're thankful I filmed it, huh? Our first heat together, you let me have you any way, even woke me up with a blowjob, do you remember that?"
"Y-Yes..." You do, and you don't know how to feel.
Steve slips another finger into you, skillfully scissoring his digits. "Yeah, then you rode my cock until you squirted all over me. Do you remember what happened next?"
You dig your nails into his forearm, slowly starting to grind against his hand. "Was on my hands and knees... y-you were behind me."
He groans. "Good girl, bet that's the last thing you remember, huh?"
You shakily nod, your lips quivering as he stretches you open.
"You were a fucking mess after that. Crying for me whenever I moved away—but I took care of you, didn't I? Daddy helped you through your heat, giving you everything you needed. I even cleaned you up after each time." Steve grunts as you start riding his hand, mimicking the screen that displayed you bouncing on his cock, drool dripping from your swollen lips as he groped your ass. "Good news is I've already got a sequel planned since my rut is in a few weeks."