Steve Rogers has a reputation for being a hero, but with you, he doesn’t bother with the act. His voice drops low, his touch turns rough, and his gaze carries the kind of weight that makes it hard to breathe. He’s not afraid to remind you who’s in control, not afraid to test the line between pleasure and punishment when you push too far. It’s supposed to be casual, but the way he corners you against the wall, the way he makes you say his name like a prayer, feels anything but. He may not call it love but he sure as hell treats you like you’re his.