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gothgirlmahi · 2 years

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Hellfire

Pairing: Priest!Steve Rogers x Succubus!Reader

Word Count : 2K

Warnings: this is sacrilegious as fuck lmao, unprotected sex, non con, dub con, male masturbation, attempted exorcism

"Your adversary the devil, as a roaring lion, goes about seeking whom he may devour." 1 St. Peter 5:8

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Steve Rogers was a good man.

He’d spent his life dedicated to helping others and to spreading the Word of God. His needs and desires would always come second to those goals. His community loved him. Father Rogers was the attractive young priest that was getting plenty of wayward women back into the pews. While they were certainly having sordid thoughts about him, that was never a feeling he could return.

Until now.

Steve Rogers was a good man. So why was he having the most impure of thoughts about you?

He could remember the first time he laid eyes on you. There you were, in an outfit entirely inappropriate for mass with an open Bible in hand. Rather than looking at the pages, your eyes were fixed on him. A salacious grin took your face, your tongue sticking out just the slightest bit giving him a glimpse at that pink little appendage. That image stuck with him.

He couldn’t explain what had gotten a hold of him, but far after mass had ended, he couldn’t stop thinking about your mouth. Those pretty lips and that luscious tongue. Like a parasite that had embedded itself in his mind.

Lust was a normal human feeling. That much he could acknowledge and excuse. He couldn’t excuse acting on it. But that didn’t stop him from pulling out his hard and weeping cock in the silence of the night, and jacking off to the thought of your mouth. The things you could do with it. Imagining sliding his cock between your soft lips had him shaking and convulsing as he came all over his sheets.

It was shameful and something he hadn’t done in years. It couldn’t happen again. He prayed for forgiveness and went to sleep with you on his mind.

A week later he saw you in mass again. In another revealing outfit. Sultry and dilated eyes gazing up at him like you wanted to tear him apart. The second time Steve saw you in mass, he realized something. You didn’t come forward to receive Holy Communion. From that, he could at least discern it was unlikely that you were Catholic. Maybe you were new? Attempting to join?

He had to get you out of his mind. This wasn’t right. It wasn’t healthy. It wasn’t moral.

But you were there, the image of you calling to something deep inside of him, something he thought he’d lost the first time he put on that clerical collar. Steve had never faltered in his faith. But you were presenting a problem he wasn’t sure he could solve.

He went through the service and the rest of his day on autopilot. A cloying thought in his brain about the way your breasts looked in that skin tight fabric. He wanted to see what was underneath.

That night, he returned to his room wearier than ever. Determined not to make the mistake he did last week. And the night after that. And the night after that.

You were making him crazy.

He turned around to close his door and felt an immediate change in the air. Something that sent a chill up his spine and had goosebumps rising on his skin.

When he turned back around, he saw you sitting on his bed. Legs crossed and leaning forward with a distraught expression on your face. His heart was pounding, nearly jumping out of his chest at the sight of you.

Steve’s room was small, small enough that he could see every corner from his position at the door and you had most definitely not been in there when he entered.

“Something,” you started, looking up at him with terrified eyes, “something is inside me. I need help. I need you to get this thing out of me.”

“What are you doing here? How did you get in here?”

“This isn’t who I am. I’m so—please. Please help me, Father. You have to get it out.” Your voice was begging, tears lined your reddened eyes.

“Wh-what do you mean something is inside you?”

Your helpless expression dropped suddenly and you raised your lips in a smile.

“Well, I think it’s more about what I want inside me.”

Steve stepped back in alarm, clutching at the cross necklace draped around his neck.

“Demon.”

He spoke and the word hung uneasily in the air. You leaned forward, delighted interest taking your expression.

“Is that an accusation, Father?”

“Why are you here?”

“You said I’m a demon. Figure it out.”

“In the Name of Jesus Christ, our God and Lord, strengthened by the intercession of the Immaculate Virgin Mary, Mother of God, of Blessed Michael the Archangel,” as Steve prayed, you rolled your eyes like he was wasting your time, “of the Blessed Apostles Peter and Paul and all the Saints and powerful in the holy authority of our ministry, we confidently undertake to repulse the attacks and deceits of the devil.”

You made a face at him.

“Are you done?”

“We drive you from us, whoever you may be, unclean spirits, all satanic powers, all infernal invaders, all wicked legions, assemblies and sects.”

“I’m assuming you’re not done.”

“Begone, Satan, inventor and master of all deceit, enemy of man's salvation—“

“Steve!” you yelled at him, jumping up from your bed and walking towards him. Just as you got within two feet of him, he splashed you with water from a vial in his pocket. The water sizzled against your skin, leaving angry red marks behind before it evaporated.

“Wow. I guess I’m just too hot.”

Your ripped his clerical collar out and threw it down before taking him by the neck and slamming him against the wall. His attempts to push you away were futile, you were much stronger than him.

The close proximity had his head spinning and blood rushing to his cock. The effect you had on him was not any sort of normal lust. You were clearly some nonhuman entity sent to destroy him.

Steve managed to slip down and crawl to the door. By the time he was upright and reaching for the knob, he heard the click of the lock turning. He pulled and the knob gave resistance, letting him know he was locked in with you.

He wasn’t sure what to do next. He wasn’t trained for this. He wasn’t sure anyone could really prepare for this. Your closeness made his mind dizzy and slow thinking while he tried to quickly brainstorm solutions. Nothing was coming to mind.

You dragged him close to you by his collar and he tried to push away again, calling out in hopes someone would hear him. Maybe if someone could just hear him—

You rolled your eyes.

“Stevie, they can’t hear you. It’s just us in here. I made sure of that.”

You pulled him roughly to the bed and threw him down on it. When Steve looked up, you were undressing. Slowly peeling off that skintight black outfit. Making his cock so hard that it hurt. He shook his head, averting his eyes to the sheets and you tsked.

“Lust is natural. Just let it happen.”

“I don’t want this.”

“I didn’t ask what you want.”

Steve looked up at you again, just to see your breasts newly freed from your top. You were standing there entirely nude. His eyes panned down to the sight of your dripping sex between your legs. He was disgusted with himself to find that the sight of you naked brought him immense pleasure. Some sick part of him desperately wanted to have sex with you. The rational part absolutely didn’t.

You crawled over him on the bed and ripped the button on his pants open before roughly pulling them and his boxers down his legs. When he tried to stop you, you grabbed both of his arms.

“You touch me again without my say so and I’ll break your fucking arms. Stay still.” Your voice changed in tone as you spoke, deeper and more pronounced and he could swear it echoed against the walls despite being little more than a whisper. Your eyes flashed red as you took in his shaking form helpless beneath you.

His cock was leaking precum, the head was pretty and red like the heated expression on his face. You grabbed it roughly, eagerly jacking him off.

“Is this how you do it, Stevie? Is this how you fuck yourself when you think of me?”

“No, I—ugh!” He found himself thrusting pathetically into your hand.

“Good boy,” you said, taking your hand off of him and positioning yourself in his lap. When you pressed the head of his cock to your clit, Steve shook under you, taking in a deep inhale of breath.

When you slid onto him, Steve saw stars. His head flew back onto the pillow, hands fisted in the sheets as he was enveloped in your tight warmth. Your hand gently dragged against his face while your rode him.

You set a relentless pace.

Steve didn’t know much about demons, but he did know that there was no way being inside one should feel this fucking good. You were gripping him like a vise, a much tighter fit than anything his hand could simulate. Your breasts bounced with each undulation and Steve was mesmerized.

You were sin incarnate and you were taking Father Rogers to hell with you.

Yes, that was it. Steve was going to die. He knew it. This was not a sort of ecstasy meant to be experienced by human beings. A mind and body consuming pleasure that had him releasing deep groans into the stagnant air of his room.

Steve was going to die. And he knew his luck would have him see you in hell where you would torture him all over again. He might even welcome it.

No, he couldn’t think like that. But with the way you were moaning above him, pretty mouth slightly parted as you reached down to rub at your clit, he was starting to think that maybe, maybe this wasn’t so wrong…

“What a waste. Hiding this big fucking cock where no one can get it. Do you like that, Stevie? Don’t you like my pussy?”

He didn’t say anything. He felt like he couldn’t. His teeth bit into his bottom lip, willing himself not to come undone inside you.

You grew angry at his silence and wrapped your hand around his neck.

“Fucking answer me!” A slight squeeze of your hand had him gasping out a reply.

“Yes! Yes, I like it! I like your pussy!”

“Good boy! Good fucking boy!”

You came down on him even faster, setting a pace that had him hurtling toward his end.

“Please, please—I’m going to, oh God, I can’t!”

“Yes, you can. Fuck, it’s okay, baby. I’m close, too.”

When he came, it felt like the rapture did, too. Like he was going to be delivered body and spirit to Satan’s doorstep for having intercourse with this demon whore. Steve’s entire body jolted and it felt like an out of body experience. That sweet release of pressure, filling your warm insides to the brim and slowly leaking out and around his cock.

He whined pathetically as you continued to ride him, your pace picking up as you reached your own high. The overstimulation was killing him. He wanted to push you off, but knew better.

When you finally reached your peak, both of the lamps in the room flickered violently while your eyes rolled back and you ground your pelvis into his, getting every last pinch of pleasure you could out of the encounter.

When you were done and pulled yourself off of him, he breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe now you would leave him alone.

You leaned down, putting your face just in front of his before pressing a soft kiss to his cheek.

“I’ll see you next week, Father.”

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Mahi's Monster Mash

#priest!steve x succubus!reader #steve rogers x reader #chris evans x reader #marvel x reader #mahi's monster mash #mahi's halloween party

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siriusly-parker · 2 years

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—fall requests.

ɞ heyyyy fall requests are open!! plz plz share some cute cozy halloween scenarios so i can finally sleep in peace 😩 ༉‧₊˚.

ꔛ ꜝꜞ i’m really trying my best to get back into writing, but just like in other areas of my life, my best is usually not enough. but i’m trying tho i’m trying. my head is flowing with ideas, i just can’t seem to sit down and put them into words on a page. maybe if you guys held me accountable i’d get better at it lol.

‎𐦂 ALSO- like i said- i’m full of ideas, and i have been for ages, but writing is just so scary and even more so when it’s clearly going to be a long and complex story. so i was wondering if you guys would like a collection of my au! and scenarios. sometimes they’ll be more fleshed out and they’ll have a timeline, headcannons and mini one-shots and stuff but other times it’d just be a rough idea. i was always so scared of people stealing my stories and just writing them better but it just made me not write at all. and that’s not fun so maybe we could do this together? idk, share your thoughts! (on here, by dm, on asks, wtv)

i siriusly love you ( ˘ ³˘) <3

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wintersoldierslover · 2 years

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my fic recs masterlist

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Bucky Barnes:

all bucky barnes

headcanon - blurb - one-shot - series

dbf!bucky - brothers bff - bff’s brother

neighbour - housewife reader

lumberjack - firefighter - bodyguard

priest bucky - college

football player - hockey player - boxer

professor - teacher - librarian/bookshop

coffee shop - soulmate - royal

other AUs - taboo

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Stranger Things characters:

all eddie munson - all steve harrington

eddie and steve (x reader)

billy hargrove - jason carver - mike wheeler

dmitri enzo antonov - jim hopper

robin buckley - nancy wheeler

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Outer Banks Characters:

all Rafe Cameron

all JJ Maybank

Rafe Cameron and JJ Maybank (x reader)

Pope Heyward - Topper Thorton

John B. - Sarah Cameron

Kiara Carrera

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Marvel characters:

Wanda Maximoff - Kate Bishop

Natasha Romanoff - Yelena Belova

Peter Parker - Pietro Maximoff

Steve Rogers - Stephen Strange

Frank Castle - Matt Murdock

Moon knight - Steven Grant

Joaqín Torres - Clint Barton

Loki Laufeyson - Druig

Eddie Brock - Miles Morales

Miguel O’hara - Hobie Brown

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Harry Potter characters:

Sirius Black - Remus Lupin

James Potter - Poly!Marauders

Lily potter - Cedric Diggory

George Weasley - Fred Weasley

Severus Snape - Tom Riddle

Draco Malfoy

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Avatar (James Cameron) charachters:

neteyam - aonung - lo’ak

rotxo - kiri - spider

jake sully - neytiri - tsu’tey

tonowari - ronal - colonel quaritch

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Top Gun chracters:

Fanboy - Hangman - Rooster - Bob

Iceman

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Wednesday characters:

Xavier Thorpe - Ajax Petropolus

Wednesday Addams - Divina

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Bridgerton characters:

Anthony Bridgerton - Benedict Bridgerton

Colin Bridgerton

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Criminal Minds characters:

Spencer Reid - Aaron Hotchner

Derek Morgan

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The Last of Us characters:

Joel Miller - Ellie Williams

Abby Anderson

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The Devil All The Time characters:

Tommy Matson - Lee Bodecker

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Uncharted characters:

Nate Drake - Sam Drake

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Euphoria characters:

Elliot (Euphoria) - Fezco

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On My Block characters:

Mario Martinez - Oscar Diaz

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Modern Family characters:

Luke Dunphy - Alex Dunphy

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Ted Lasso:

Roy Kent - Jamie Tartt

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NHL players:

Matthew Ktachuk - Trevor Zegras

Nolan Patrick - Tyler Seguin

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Actors:

Sebastian Stan - Joseph Quinn

Jamie Campbell Bower - Danny Ramirez

Drew Starkey - Rudy Pankow

Ben Hardy - Bella Ramsey

Jenna Ortega

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Miscellaneous characters:

Eli ‘Hawk’ Moskowitz - Marcus Baker

Rodrick Heffley - Hunter Sylvester

Lloyd Hansen - Ari Levinson

Nick Fowler - Tangerine

Rhett Abbott - Hayden ‘Harvard Hottie’

Colin (Not Okay) - Min Ho (Xo, Kitty)

Ash (No Exit) - James Maguire (Derby Girls)

Jake Peralta - Nick Miller - Brian O’conner

Anakin Skywalker - Bruno Madrigal

Tadashi Hamada - Kakashi Hatake

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Miscellaneous real people:

Billie Eilish - AEW Hook

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*Updated whenever there’s a new character <3

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jamneuromain · 9 months

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Highway to Hell - Shared

Series Masterlist

Series summary: A failed mission brought you once again back on earth, a punishment that’s more pleasurable than you'd normally expect punishments to be. Your punishment? Corrupting people’s thoughts. It’s easy, in a very simple way: sexual pleasure. Turns out no man can resist such a beauty like you.

And who were you? Oh, just the devil's child.

A/N: This is a drabble of what would the four men do when they find out you have been dancing among them. Spoiler alert: they decide to share. Applause to the amazing @rogerswifesblog / @rogerswifesblog-updates who help me write this series and provide many excellent ideas to put in the fic <333

Pairings: Cop Lloyd Hansen x Reader, Priest Steve Rogers x Reader, Bartender Ari Levinson x Reader, Uncle Curtis Everett x Reader

Warnings: Smut, Gangbang, Dub con, Double Penetration, P in V, Anal, Oral (Male Receiving), Handjob, Unprotected Sex, Age Gap (implied), Power Imbalance, Spanking, Threesome (implied), Overstimulation, Creampie (implied), Cum Play, Dummification (just a little), slightly dark(?

On second thought, you shouldn’t have trusted Steve, who told you he needed to speak to you in somewhere private.

And you trusted him. Following him to where he said it would be “peace and quiet”.

Or else, you wouldn’t be cornered by four fuming men in a hotel room, all knowing that you have slept with them separately, while thinking they must have been your only one.

Who would doubt an innocent girl that did nothing than to accept their “generous” offer?

Lloyd, obviously.

“Smart move, sunshine.” The man with a moustache twitches his lips, far from amused, “Telling us that you are shy and rather we won’t tell anybody? Intimate moves forbidden in public? Too bad your little plan didn’t work out.”

“I didn’t plan anything.” You lie to their faces. While in fact you did, carefully choosing your “target”. Lloyd was the unexpected one of them though, since he asked you to pull over as you should have gotten a speed ticket.

“Public?” Steve grinds his teeth before growling, his temper on the thin line of exploding, “I fucked her right in the church. There were only two of us. But still…” Drawing a cross in front of his chest, Steve murmurs a few prayers silently, regardless of the other three men watching him in curiosity.

Lloyd snaps his head back to you, flashing a wolfish glint in his eyes, “The point is, you made us feel very bad about ourselves, sunshine.”

“Yeah, well, you should be proud of yourselves. I wasn’t planning on expanding the list of the men I’ve slept with.” You snap back.

“And we’re supposed to … what? Gloat?” Curtis casually says, taking off his coat, blocking the window, and probably your only hope of escaping, as Lloyd leans on the door.

“If you don’t like it. Feel free to cancel my monthly subscription.” You retort his sarcasm, crossing your arm in front of your chest.

“Gentlemen,” Ari hums in a low voice so that everyone could pay him some attention. He’s been silent ever since Steve led you into this room, “obviously we need more than a ‘monthly’ drop-by.”

The men nod in unison.

“Although we haven’t clarified the specific terms, I believe we should use her whenever we please. And, of course, as we all agree to, share.” Ari smiles at you, but says the darkest thing you could ever imagine.

This was definitely not part of your plan.

“I’ll ask Jake whether he wants to be part of this.” Curtis throws an icy glare at you, “I doubt he would be a problem though. He has shared with me before.”

Lloyd mutters a “fuck”. While Steve is still mulling over his sin-clarification.

“Shall we start?” Ari is shrugging off his leather jacket as he speaks, unbuttoning the top two buttons of his shirt.

“You can’t-” You cry in panic as the four men close in, surrounding you in the middle, “this is against the law … or something at least.”

“Oh sunshine, I am the law in this town.” Lloyd grabs your chin, his psychopathic grin gives you shivers down to your spine, “and you should be glad we decide to forgive you and share you. Or I could tie you up in my basement and invite my new friends over, occasionally.”

You draw a deep breath.

Tears burning. Your jaw hurting. Your dripping holes spreading wide open for two cocks.

“You like that, don’t you?” Lloyd groans as he squeezes your hand tighter, guiding you to stroke his hard cock.

“Yeah she does.” Steve agrees quietly before you could answer. He knees on the couch to push his cock further in your swollen pussy, “Christ. She’s so tight.”

“Wait till you’ve tried her ass, Priest.” Ari brings his hand firmly down your ass cheek, painting it red – as if it weren’t pink and hand-printed already, “that ass is fucking heaven.” He chuckles darkly, kissing the sensitive spot behind your ear, gripping your waist, making sure you are fully seated on his thick member, “or should I say hell?”

Stuffed to the fullest with two cocks in both of your holes, you couldn’t do more than let out a mere whimper.

“Can’t believe I’ve bought her stupid acts.” Curtis spits out through gritted teeth as he feels your throat takes his cock again as far as it could, your whimper vibrates his cock. In return, he tugs your hair without mercy, “all those innocent girly acts. Fuck.”

“We all bought it.” Lloyd eyes Curtis, raising his eyebrows, mocking Curtis, “and speaking from a man that has shared her with his son before, seriously? Innocent?”

Curtis huffs but does not bother to answer.

“My turn.” As Lloyd pulls your hair, and choke you on his cock, leaving Curtis slightly irritated.

You were used by these four men for hours. Each has painted your body, both inside and outside in milky-white substance, bringing you orgasms after orgasms. Your holes red, leaking, and abused.

“No more.” You grip Lloyd’s thigh to keep balance, sniffling when he lets your head go and breathe, battling your eyelashes, but they are heavy with tears that you can’t see his expression, “hurt too much.”

“Heard that?” Lloyd barks out laughter, wiping his cock on your face, leaving traces of your saliva and cum on your rosy cheek, “she said she can’t take it, boys.”

Ari grunts out of disagreement, his fingers dancing around your rim, attempting to squeeze one in alongside his cock, “she was screaming and moaning just fine for hours. Lies.”

“Ari, please,” The helplessness inside you bubbles and fuels to your tears, “I just can’t.”

Steve peppers a trail of kisses down your throat, nibbing your shoulder, while toying with your sensitive clit, “I guess you have to be a strong girl for us then. Don’t you want to be good for all of us, hmm? We’re prepping you. More might join, you know.” He speaks softly, comforting you as always. The panting on the joint between your neck and shoulder increases when your pussy grips him. Still, he mouths your breasts, sucking little red marks on them.

“Steve-” You feel torn apart. The four men bringing you pleasure, but in their own way. As if your body belongs to them separately. And the coil in your stomach threatens to snap with greater pain and pleasure than you could withstand.

A rough hand grips your chin, forcing you to turn the other way.

The hand that has hold you for countless times, on your back with a friendly pat.

Curtis.

“She’s not dumb yet. She can still talk.” Curtis talks about you as if you are an object in front of him, having you clench down your thigh involuntarily. It’s degrading, but it arouses you so much than you should admit. “I’d say she could take more.” The dark brooding man inspects your teary eyes and your cum-stained face, “yeah she’s alright.”

“Heard that, sunshine?” Lloyd taps your forehead with his knuckles, “not brain-dead yet.” He grins, “but it does sound empty, folks.”

Steve wipes the cum from your pussy lips, a mixture of the previous men who has thoroughly used it before he did, onto your soft stomach, which compliments your pretty skin and your cute bellybutton. He smiles warmly, though you are not even certain at this point, “she’s always the smartest. I’d say we work harder to satisfy this little devil, hmm?”

With the element of surprise, Ari starts bouncing you on his dick, shamelessly putting his flexing biceps to use, which earns him a few strangled sounds between cries and moans from you.

He simply shrugs, on receiving three other men’s looks, “I am working.”

And you gulp in fright. When Lloyd, with his sadist grin, taps your lips to open for his heavy cock as you still struggle for air.

This would be the start of some many long nights with men more than you could handle.

Taglist: @rosedpetal @dankoiseori @katcutie @peachlle @mrs-marc-spector

#highway to hell #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x you #steve rogers smut #ari levinson x reader #ari levinson x you #ari levinson smut #lloyd hansen x reader #lloyd hansen x you #lloyd hansen smut #curtis everett x reader #curtis everett x you #curtis everett smut

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rogerswifesblog · 1 year

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Veras Masterlist

you can’t copy, translate or post my writing anywhere.

I don’t own any of the characters!

You are responsible for the kind and amount of media you consume. If you don’t like something on my blog, don’t read it:)

Specials:

500 followers special

1 k followers bingo

CE characters snippets

Birthday post for CE- Creampuffs

-> Steve Rogers

-> Andy Barber

-> Ransom Drysdale

-> Lloyd Hansen

-> Curtis Everett

-> Johnny Storm

-> Ari Levinson

-> Together Or Not At All

Life as a roommate can be tricky, especially when you are living with Steve Rogers, Johnny Storm, Jake Jensen and Nick Grant. You opted to be a therapist, but things didn’t turn out exactly as planned… (Steve Rogers x Reader, Johnny Storm x Reader, Jake Jensen x Reader, Nick Gant x Reader) A collaboration with @jamneuromain

-> Bucky Barnes

-> Lance Tucker

Stucky

-> Steve x Bucky

Mermaid AUs

Different au’s below

-> my treasure Avengers as pirates

-> Drowning siren

The Avengers found an old abandoned HYDRA base, that had been cleared after HYDRAs existence had been exposed. At least they thought it was cleared.

CaptainAmerica!Steve Rogers x mermaid!reader

Boxer au

-> Broken bones and broken hearts [ collab with @jamneuromain ]

Boxer!Steve Rogers x Reader

There was only one rule between best friends. Don’t have sex. But what happens when you break it anyway?

Highschool au

-> “Teach Me How To Be Good”

Student!Steve Rogers x tutor!reader

Tutor!reader helps Steve prepare for his math exams. He’s totally falling for her, but she doesn’t want him. She’s older, a college student. 25.

And he’s only a Highschool sweetheart turning 18.

Besides. He’s an inexperienced virgin.

And you? Oh you have a big secret he’s not ready to find out.

Stripper Au

-> It’s all about the…

Stripper Steve Rogers x Rich!reader

-> Better than boys

Boyfriends Dad Andy Barber x Reader

Demon Au

-> Highway to hell

Corrupting people’s thoughts. It’s easy, in a very simple way: sexual pleasure. Turns out no man can resist such a beauty like you.

[ one shots collection with; Demon reader x Cousin!Jake, x Cop!Lloyd, x bartender!Ari, x uncle!Curtis, x Stepdad!Andy, x priest!Steve

Requests are open! -> Chris E and Sebastian S characters

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sunshinebuckybarnes · 1 year

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Happy April lovelies 🌸 Another month, another rec list! Please make sure you give these gorgeous stories and writers the love they deserve. As always, you are responsible for your own media consumption. This blog along with the majority tagged are 18+ only and contain adult themes.

Happy reading 💕

Bucky Barnes ✨

Just let me see them by @kinanabinks

mob!bucky x best friend!reader

Miss me by @sidepartskinnyjeans

Vampire Rockstar Bucky! x Reader

Love like a bruise by @targaryenvampireslayer

Dark!TWD!Bucky Barnes x female reader

Insatiable by @navybrat817

Bucky Barnes x female reader

Though I have never read it by @tuiccim

Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Ari Levinson ✨

Say my name by @lunarbuck

Ari Levinson x f!reader

Skin by @flordeamatista

dbf!ari levinson x reader

Don't get sad, get even by @writing-for-marvel

Boyfriend’s Roommate!Ari Levinson x Fem!Reader

Melting by @onsunnyside

Mafia!Ari Levinson x lovesick!reader

After hours by @flordeamatista

ceo!silverfox!ari levinson x personal assistant!reader

Steve Rogers ✨

Finding home by @navybrat817

Lumberjack!Steve Rogers x Female Reader

His inheritance by @jtargaryen18

Mobster Steve Rogers x Mobster daughter reader

Deny me by @straywords

Dom!Steve Rogers x Bratty! Reader

Unholy by @straywords

Dark! Priest! Steve x Reader

Ride with me by @flordeamatista

biker!steve rogers x reader

Breathe me by @honeystevie

40s!Steve Rogers x Filipina!reader

Steve Harrington ✨

Moments tucked away by @talesofesther

Steve Harrington x Reader

Eddie Munson ✨

Forevermore by @jobean12-blog

Vampire!Eddie Munson x reader

Multiple characters ✨

The perfect life by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Dark!Steve x You x Dark!Bucky

Traditional by @navybrat817

Bucky Barnes x Female Reader x Steve Rogers

Fuck up the friendship by @summerofsnowflakes

College!SoccerPlayer!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader and College!SoccerPlayer!Steve x Fem!Reader

#march fic rec #fic rec #bucky barnes #ari levinson #steve rogers #eddie munson #steve harrington

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punksdoll · 4 months

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~~~𝓒𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓮𝓼~~~

𝚒𝚏 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝, 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚐, 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚐, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚊 𝚙𝚕𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚒𝚝

𝐃𝐍𝐈 𝐢𝐟… 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐢𝐬𝐫𝐚𝐞𝐥, 𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐦, 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐜, 𝐩𝐞𝐝𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞, 𝐞𝐭𝐜.

𝟏. 𝐄𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐨 𝐃𝐞𝐥 𝐀𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝟓𝟏𝟐- 𝐒𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐚

𝟐. 𝐌𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭- 𝐕𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐞 𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝

𝟑. 𝐂𝐫𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬- 𝐋𝐞𝐧𝐢

𝟒. 𝐈𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭- 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐧𝐝

𝟓. 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬- 𝐌𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐳

𝟔. 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐒𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬- 𝐌𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐳

𝟕. 𝐓𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐫- 𝐌𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐳

𝟖. 𝐌𝐞 𝐆𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐬 𝐓𝐮- 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐮 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐨

𝟗. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥- 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐱

𝟏𝟎. 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐊𝐢𝐝𝐬- 𝐑𝐨𝐚𝐫

𝟏𝟏. 𝐈 𝐂𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞- 𝐑𝐨𝐚𝐫

𝟏𝟐. 𝐂𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐨 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮- 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐚

𝟏𝟑. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐟- 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐚

𝟏𝟒. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬- 𝐉. 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐞

𝟏𝟓. 𝐂𝐨𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐚- 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐰

𝟏𝟔. 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐓𝐨 𝐌𝐞- 𝐊𝐚𝐥𝐢 𝐔𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐬

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artificial-red-head · 1 year

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Hell Bent For Leather Part 1

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Reader, Minor Steve Rogers X Natasha Romanov

Summary: You're on the run from your old motorcycle club and abusive ex-boyfriend. You run into a man with the most beautiful blue eyes who somehow finds out who you're running from. He offers you protection and reunites you with someone who you thought was dead.

Tags/Warnings: Biker AU, Paste Abusive Relationships, Dialogue Heavy, Brock Rumlow is a dick

A/N: There is little reader descriptions--only things mentioned is that reader is smaller than Bucky and has hair long enough to braid and be put in a ponytail. Tittle and chapter titles come from the song Hell Bent For Leather by Judas Priest.

Chapter 1: Seek him here, seek him on the highway

You had ridden out of there as fast as your motorcycle could take you in the early hours of the morning, unsure where the roads would take you. How could you know? You were never allowed off of the property of the clubhouse unless it was for work or if he was with you. After months of slowly saving up money from your job, you had enough to finally get out.

Two years. Two long years you had been in that damned club.

Two years since you had lost the only family you had left.

The road seemed to have stretched on for miles. You wanted to get out of the territory of the club and at least a few towns over. But you needed to stop, you were getting tired. The sun was beginning to set.

The sun had gone down when you had finally found a place to stay. An old motel right off the road right before an intersection. The sign by the road read ‘Maximoff’s Motel’ in big red painted letters. The open sign out front had flickered slightly as you pulled into the nearly empty parking lot.

The boy behind the counter eyed you suspiciously. He looked you up and down a few times. You eyed him back. He was small but lean; his bleached hair looked almost silver under the lights. He looked young, too young to be running a motel alone late at night.

“How can I help you, ma’am?” He finally spoke after looking at you so intensely.

His Eastern European accent shocked you a bit. You were used to the country and southern accents and the dialog that came from your old club that made you think that they were uneducated. Most of them probably were.

“One room, just for the night,” Your voice came out harsh from not speeching all day. You grunted a ‘please’ at the end.

He asked if you wanted a single or double bed, to which you replied with single. Your voice still sounded harsh as if you were crying. Which you had been hours ago when you first left.

He handed you a room key after you paid him for the night. You thanked him and he nodded in reply. He was pressing numbers on an old telephone as soon as you turned around to find your room.

You were unable to sleep. The fear of him finding you and dragging you back prevented you from sleeping for more than about three hours.

He would not have noticed that you were gone until he got back from work a little after 4 PM. Even then, he usually did not come to find you until later in the night when he wanted physical intimacy from you. Only then would he notice that your motorcycle was gone. That had given you enough time after he left in the morning to get as far as possible without leaving any clues in which direction you had gone in.

He would not send the entire gang to go find you. He would have done it himself. But he only had so much time outside of the club.

You finally turned over to look at the time on the analog clock after refusing to look when you first awoke. 5:47 AM. After groaning and changing into the only other change of clothes you brought, you left to go back to the check-in.

There was someone else behind the counter this time. A young woman with auburn hair now sat in the boy's place. She looked roughly the same age as the boy, maybe younger. She looked more lively than the boy looked last night. You did not blame him though considering how late it was.

She greeted you with a friendly hello in the same Eastern European accent and asked if you needed anything. You asked for another night in your room, in which she happily allowed after you placed the cash on the counter. After some hesitation, you asked her where the nearest town was to find a job.

You must have caught her by surprise because she blinked a few times before answering, “Turn left at the intersection. There’s a small town about 5 minutes down the road. The diner is still requesting help.”

You thanked her kindly. Her face seemed to have softened before replying with a you’re welcome and a sweet smile.

True to the young woman’s words the diner had been looking for hires. The older waitress who you had talked to looked wearily at you. Everyone in the diner had seen you roll in on your motorcycle. Hell, the entire town had seen you come in.

You must have looked desperate because the woman had given you the job and uniform and asked you to come in the next day.

You were unable to sleep again that night. Whether it was the jitters to have to start a new job or the fact that he could have caught up to you by now, you were unsure.

The clock beside you told you that it was a little after five in the morning. You were not going to get any more sleep and you had to be at the diner at six.

You relished under the hot water in the shower for a long time. The water at the clubhouse was always cold and the men never seemed to have minded. You never had time to enjoy showers anyways, you did not trust the men in the club when you were most vulnerable.

You rushed to get ready, unaware of how much time you had accidentally spent in the shower.

Stopping by the check-in again, both the young woman and the young man were there. They had been conversing with one another before you had stepped in. You asked for another night and you thanked the girl again for recommending the diner.

She beamed at you and the man’s facial expression seemed to have softened when he saw the look on her face.

Working at the diner was not too hard. You had worked at a bar when you were back at the club; bartending was not too different from waitressing. Most of the customers were elderly and did not seem to have minded if you made a mistake with their order. Despite this, they still tipped you well, which you greatly appreciated. While you for thankful for the job, it was not the best pay.

You had been working at the diner for about a week. You rode in on your motorcycle every morning and returned to the motel every night. The routine made you forget what you were running away from. It had not bothered you because you knew that he would have caught up to you by now.

Instead of asking for another night every morning you had asked for another week at the motel, paying with the tips you saved up from the week before. The young woman gave you a deal since you were planning on staying for a while. You thanked her endlessly and she gave you another one of her bright smiles.

It was suspected to be like any other day at the diner: clock in, prepare for the day, take orders, and do your job. What you had not expected was the man that rolled into the diner with a scowl.

“Who’s bike is outside?” His voice roared over the quiet chatter of the customers, silencing them all.

You turned around and were met with a gruff-looking man. His bright blue eyes swept over the diner, undoubtedly looking for someone.

“Mine.” You answered. You knew by now that you were the only person who owned a motorcycle on that side of town.

His eyes stopped on you. The scowl on his face disappeared. You knew you were not who he was expecting. He stalked up to the counter you were standing behind. He asked in a softer tone this time. “You in a club, sweetheart?”

You frowned. That was not the type of question you were expecting. Hell, you were not sure what you were expecting when he came in and started yelling about your motorcycle. And the use of a nickname at the end made you frown deeper.

“Not anymore.” You replied truthfully with a frown still adorned on your face.

“And why is that?” He asked, leaning forward on the counter and frowning as well.

Another question. “I got out.” He gave you a weird look, “For a good reason.”

“What’s a good reason, huh?”

His continuous questions were starting to piss you off. He had no business to ask you these questions in the first place. It was not a topic that you wanted to discuss with anyone. Let alone a stranger. You were trying to forget your past and the man at the counter in front of you, who you still have yet to learn the name of, would not leave you alone.

“Do you consider kidnapping me and killing my sister a good enough reason?” You answered in a low tone, but the anger in your voice was evident.

His eyes widened and he leaned off the counter. He was silent for a moment, thinking before speaking.

“Shit, honey I’m sorry.”

He looked genuinely sorry. It took you by surprise. He backed off and walked out without looking back at anyone.

You ignored the nickname and watched him leave. There was a motorcycle parked next to yours. You watch him as he swung his leg over it and rolled out of the parking lot.

Your manager who had watched the entire encounter told you to have the rest of the day off after that.

#bucky barnes x reader #biker au #marvel #mcu #mcu fanfiction #steve rogers #natasha romanov #howling commandos #wanda maximoff #pietro maximoff #brock rumlow

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anika-ann · 2 years

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In the Name of All That’s Holy

Type: medieval/fantasy AU, sequel to In the Name of the King

Pairing: knight Steve Rogers x reader Word Count: 5200

Summary:

Finally having married your love, Knight Steven Rogers, you are ought to be happy – for he is the gentlest, kindest and most loving man… who happens to be very handsome as well.

And dutiful. So very dutiful and proud of his place at court that he might be neglecting his other duties, like the ones of a husband.

Warnings: 18+, SMUT, touch-starved horny and innocent-ish reader, breeding kink, slightly dom!Steve being a bit of a jerk, unprotected sex (who would have guessed in this AU), era-typical misogyny if you squint, a tiny bit of angst, religious ambiguity, fluff and himbo knights

Restlessness was a sensation you were no stranger to.

You remembered moments where your feet itched with need to tap on the floor incessantly, your hands clenching and unclenching, your heart racing despite sitting entirely still with no physical exertion at all; moments where your mind, on the other hand, seemed to rival the fastest horses of the kingdom.

Yet, this feeling appeared foreign.

You were certain you had a taste of it previously, almost always in relation to Steven – your Steven, long before he was yours.

No amount of fidgeting brought you relief; your body ran hot and yet you felt cold when outside of Steven’s arms, your husband’s arms, deep yearning within you, which made your tongue tied and sharp at once. Irritation spiked easily, blood rushing in your veins and holding you in a state of the strangest haze.

You must have been losing you mind.

You felt so unwell you were relieved of your duties for several days now; Queen Virginia, the amiable and kind sovereign and the noblewoman you now answered to, had been so gracious to note your state, your fever. You had known the goodness of her heart; you had already witnessed it when she had first arrived and allowed you to stay for some of her own maids remained in her old kingdom for their ties to their husbands and their families.

Yet, she turned out to be even kinder in her actions now.

After you assisted to their wedding and celebrated your own, served with honour for over two weeks, fever brought you to your knees, the strangest you had ever experienced. You felt weak and full of energy at once, trembling, thirsting after things intangible, after life itself it seemed.

After three days, you still remained feeble, worrying your husband who did not have nearly enough time to take care of you despite the concern creasing his brows intensely whenever he had a chance to see you.

Such was the case tonight; earlier today, you had a chance to witness the coronation of Prince Anthony, yet you had no energy to serve at the feast to celebrate this grand event.

Steven could not be by your side as you rested; he had not even been allowed to stand by you during the important royal event.

You had stood on the opposite ends of the room and despite the gravity of the ceremony unfolding your gaze travelled to your husband often, your heart flying.

He was a handsome man; standing tall, dressed in traditional colours of Starkerbürg and lighter armour; every single person, should they bother to look at him, would be able to tell he was proud to carry his title of a knight. Hair combed as carefully as his beard, a neck protector made of chain mail laid over the crimson shirt with a golden royal insignia, double-belted with leader –one for appearance, other to hold a sword he himself forged. A cloak in royal colours, clipped together with a golden clasp.

Your husband was nothing short of magnificent.

Gods, Lord, who could blame you for stealing glances at him, even as you could have been watching the priest, a divine messenger, place the crown on Prince Anthony’s head and entrust him with the power over the kingdom to his hands, from the will of the Lord himself? A different sort of a divine power was pulling your gaze towards your husband, no doubt just as sacred – it must have been.

With the end of the coronation approaching, you already felt your fever overtaking you again; so you retreated to your chambers, Steven’s worried gaze following you, his stance unmoving otherwise.

He had a duty he was most proud of – a duty he would never break, perhaps not even for you. Instead of the fever, a few tears burned in your eyes at the thought, and yet… you could not but love him with all your heart, for he was the gentlest, kindest, loving and most giving man, human, you had ever encountered. Memories of your wedding night and the night after flooded your mind and reminded you of another undeniable feature of his. Passionate.

Steve was a tender, but strong and incredibly passionate man. You felt the ghost of his lips on your own still, the scratch of his beard as his lips wandered your body, showing you pleasure you could have never imagined in your wildest dreams.

The sensations set your body on fire again as you downed a tall glass of water, changing into your nightgown and retreating to bed, the heat seemingly only growing even as you simply laid on the covers instead of under them. Steve’s scent, so greatly missed these days for his duties kept him occupied and away, twirled in the air around you, somehow irritating instead of soothing as usual.

You tossed and turned, uncomfortable in your own skin, a feeling you could not hope to understand crawling up your back, inside your belly and your chest. An itch whose source you were failing to find, no matter how frantically you were searching.

The itch, the burn… it was simply not leaving, rendering you half-mad and fatigued.

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･

It must have been hours when you finally calmed, lying on you back in your marital bed, eyes dazed over, mind void of a single coherent thought.

The sounds of the feast, having echoing through the castle even to your chamber, grew louder all of sudden, accompanied by a low squeak of the door.

Despite exhaustion having settled deep in your bones, you willed your head to turn, met with a sight for your sore eyes: your knight in all his glory, wrapped in the crimson cloak still, sword still by his hip, ready to rush to protect those who could not protect themselves. Prepared to lay down his life for others. For you. A true hero.

The room had been wrapped in shadows, illuminated by two candles you could not recall lighting up; the scarce light played on Steven’s troubled face as he blindly closed the door and graced you with a faint smile, the curl of his plush red lips almost hidden by his thick beard.

“Good evening, sweetling,” he whispered, voice husky from laugher the feast no doubt made for.

He took off his cloak, leaving it on the chair by the door.

The sound of his voice caressed you tenderly and yet – it clutched at your abdomen tight, your heart, having calmed down at last, stumbling again and breaking into a run. Your eyes fluttered close at the assault of a feeling, its intensity taking you by surprise.

“Evening,” you croaked out, hearing his suddenly rushed steps, feeling his weight as he sat down by your hips.

His warm hand landed on your forehead gently, pushing your hair away to grant himself a proper look. His fingers brushed your cheek, wincing slightly as a booming laugher reached the chambers once more.

“Are you not feeling better?”

Your gaze sought out his, a breath-taking image of his face in rich detail for he was so close, leaning in to plant a kiss on your forehead – the blue of his irises was nearly swallowed by his pupils, the sight causing your lower belly burn.

It was only when his lips caressed your face, once and twice, when the realization finally dawned to you.

Steve’s touch, his lips, his warmth against yours, his proximity – all of these blessings were both the source of your fever and the only remedy.

Your body burned because of him. Burned for him.

“Sweetling?” he questioned silently as you observed him, rendered speechless by the epiphany.

For all your duties, you had struggled to find moments for each other and now your body called for him; a call you could not hope nor wanted to ignore.

In an instant, your strength had returned. Your hand found Steven’s cheek, stroking his cheekbone with the pad of your thumb, bringing a smile to his face even when you added pressure as to pull him in.

He yielded, sweet lips with a faint taste of wine meeting yours, careful, gentle, sending shivers down your spine, exciting and comforting at once.

“Are you cold, my love?” he whispered to your mouth, withdrawing an inch – an inch too far. “Why are you not co-“

Never allowing him to finish his sentence, you kissed him again with urgency for since you found your remedy now, you refused to let it go.

Should you release him, should your lips part from his again, you would certainly gone mad; for at the moment, you felt health rushing through your veins, thirst you had not known you had suffered from sated and growing at once for Steve’s lips on yours were but a promise, but a taste of what he could give, what he had given you pleasure of experiencing.

You opened your mouth to deepen the kiss, to taste him profoundly, to make him understand.

Surely, he would understand? You were not left alone in your craving, or were you? You could not be called sick for your desires, not truly. No? Surely, loving your husband, loving the entirety of him, was only natural? Your core throbbed with need as you felt him give in, tongue joining the dance of your lips, your breaths coming out short as the air seemed to crackle, adding to the fire inside you.

You reached out to his shoulder, forcing him to lean in, your body rising to meet his, to have his warmth seep into yours, your pulse thundering as your fingers ran down his chest to his belt.

He withdrew with a gasp, earning a whine from you for you felt as if you were on fire; all-consuming fire only he could put out. Would he deny this relief to you?

He watched you with eyes blown wide, lips kiss-swollen, hand on your face tender still even as you stole another kiss from him, nothing but a short peck he was swift to end, turning your advances down with a gentle caress on your cheek.

“Love, love, sweetling… I must go back to the feast.”

“Do not dare,” you whispered firmly, a fraction desperate at the mere prospect.

You understood your condition at last, you were aware of what was it you needed and what you wanted. Could he not want the same?

“It is not that I wish to-“

“Do not, then,” you begged, following him as he sat up, emptiness filling you at the possibility of the distance between your lips growing. You kissed his cheek, the corner of his mouth, then his lips again – he did not retreat, did not protest, but his hand on you grew heavy, falling to your shoulder, his eyes tainted by regret. “My fever. Its origin is withing me. You have not bedded me since the night after our wedding night.”

His gaze softened, apologetic with a spark of something you could not hope to decipher.

“Oh my sweeting… I shall make up for my shortcomings, soon. But for the moment, I must-“

You scooted closer, following his every move without conscious effort, your bodies gravitating one to the other. You ran your fingers through his beard, thumb brushing over his lips as you leaned in for another kiss, holding onto his shoulder for both the proximity and the fear he would leave you cold and alone despite clearly regretting his choice.

You kneeled by him now, a moment from finding strength and courage to stand and straddle him; yet, you feared he would reject you still; and such action would break your heart.

“You have not made love to me since then and my body, my heart-“ you whispered, voice cracking with the severity of your admission, “it is burning for you.”

“Oh, my love… but I---- I apologize, but I must-- such is the King’s will,” he explained, eyes fluttering shut when you kissed him, a small sound escaping him when your fingers dove into his hair; a little noise spurring you on, feeding your hope. “The God’s will, I-”

Nimble fingers of your free hand undid the belt holding the sheath without a single protest on his part, the thud on his sword on the floor a testimony to your victory.

“Is it not God’s will to love and to create life?” you spoke to his mouth, a blissed sigh falling from your lips when his hand tentatively found your waist. “My lips burn for your lips, my womb burns for your seed, aches to grow your child. Sooth me. Fill me. Please.”

“For all that’s holy-“ he cursed, taking your mouth, claiming dominance and sealing your fate at once.

His hand cradled your face firmly, angling your head to his liking, holding you in place despite the power behind his lunges, causing you to nearly cry out in relief. Yes, yes, please, do not stop-

“Give my body a child to carry. A child born of our love.”

“I will, wife. I will,” he promised huskily, his touch earning urgency you would never dream of.

Despite losing control over the kiss, your lips curled up in a smile as he advanced on you, barely finding time to have you pull the chainmail over his head for he attached his mouth to yours again, hand squeezing your waist, chest to chest as your nipples hardened.

“I shall not come back there.”

“You shall not,” you confirmed breathlessly, shaking your head at the mere idea until he gripped your chin between his thumb and forefinger, steading your movements just so he could drink from your mouth as he had drunk from his goblet at the feast.

“I shall have my own feast here… for it is God’s will…” he murmured, rucking up the skirts of your nightgown, palm kneading your thigh as it made its way up. “And I shall find my holy grail without leaving our marriage bed.”

His words were a promise; and you knew that your knight, your husband, your Steve was one to deliver on them, always.

He stripped you of your modest garments entirely, laying you down on your marriage bed and begun his journey in search of the holy grail he had spoken of.

And by gods, he treated your body as his quest, one single destination in his mind.

Yet, he took pleasure in the journey itself; his lips skimmed over your skin, soothing the burn his beard left behind, adoring hungry kisses trailing down your body, walking reverently through the valley of your breasts, licking and sucking at your nipple, nosing the underside of your breasts and heading down down down until his mouth latched onto his prize, hands seizing your hips so you could not escape his worship.

“Steven-“

“Divine,” he only muttered, darting his tongue out circle your pearl, your hands gripping the sheets in a desperate need to hold onto reality as you felt on the verge of entering an entirely different plane of existence.

Your body boiled, singing in pleasure and relief at last and yet he was moving so painstakingly slow.

He kissed your lover lips like he would kiss your mouth – tender and loving until he lost his patience and delved in, tasting and savouring every drop of your essence on his tongue as it was nothing less than the most delicious wine. His large palm was sprawled over your belly, keeping you in place as ifyou ever had the intention to escape his ministrations.

And just when you were on the edge of bliss, almost touching the stars and reaching for the cure your body needed for so long, he withdrew his tongue, licking a broad strip up your glistening petals and placing a gentle kiss on your pearl, lips drawing a tickly line up your abdomen.

The action – or the lack of it – elicited a startled cry from your lips when he strayed further and further from where you quite literally burned for his touch. Tears formed in your eyes at the denial, your hips bucking up in protest against his unrelenting grasp.

“Steve—why?”

“I want to feel you, angel… I love feeling your body begging for my seed. Is that not what you crave? Is that not what you asked from me?” he muttered to the skin of your neck, a broad and evil, evil smile he made sure you could feel.

You cared little for his smugness, feeling you were a second from losing your mind as you babbled in agreement.

“Yes, yes, but I--- yes. Please.”

Boneless yet strung so tight your body threatened to snap, you laid limp bar the frantic rise and fall of your chest and wordlessly watched him discard his remaining clothes, take torturously long to untie his heavy boots, undo his pants and free his manhood.

Yet, once he returned to you, he made up for his absence; he covered you like a blanket, heavy, soft, but unrelenting as his body tangled with yours, capturing you in the most blissful trap, locking his mouth on yours, allowing you to taste your own essence.

“My beautiful, beautiful wife,” he whispered to your lips, “I have been blessed making you my wife, do you know that, my love?”

The sweet words had your head spin, breath catching in your chest as his mouth slanted over yours again, filthy kiss in stark contrast to his declaration and the care he took to slowly enter you, teeth grazing your lower lip for he must have felt your tight heat squeeze him hungrily the moment he was fully seated.

The sensation compared to nothing else; for nothing made for a feeling of being so profoundly loved. Your bodies merged so perfectly as if you were created for each other and in this very moment, no matter how the fire inside you only seemed to intensify, it truly felt like you were.

Your love, your Steven, your husband. Beautiful, lost in the moment of bliss as you were, candlelight casting shadows over his handsome face, over the small scar above his brow – a testament to his bravery and good heart. His heart; yours.

Steve grunted as your core squeezed him in need and he took several breaths, fluttering his eyes open to find you watching him, eyes no doubt glossed over, glassy almost. The pads on his fingers ghosted over your cheekbone, tenderly drying your tears; feelings you could not hope to put into words bubbled in your throat alongside your desire.

“It is me who was blessed,” you whispered, barely audible, your trembling hand cupping his face as you licked your lips. “Please.”

“As you wish.”

The slow drag of his length through your heat had you seeing starts; and this time, he hoisted you high enough for them in a blink of an eye, having you gasping in pleasure, body tensing in almost painful manner – but oh so blissful.

He indulged in the sensation of your heat clamping on him, nearly ceasing his movements, resting deeply within you. His eyes never left your face, committing the precious image to his memory.

How he had managed to keep from you for days were beyond his comprehension now when he was granted a moment to have you; the memories he had relished so far made it no justice.

Despite every prayer to the Lord or to the Gods, this moment and moments alike were when Steven felt the closest to divine power; for this must have been what Heaven felt like. He was in the loving arms of an angel.

You blinked your eyes open, solitary tear running down your cheek, breathless, lips parted. Steve stole the salty droplet and brought it to your lips, kissing you with reverence, tenderly making love to your mouth. He craved nothing but to chase his own release too, yet he was perfectly content stealing your breath and making for your lips to be kiss-swollen, having them chant his name like a prayer and a thank you.

“Steve, Steve, Steve…“

As if he had just executed an act of heroism instead of profound pleasure to himself.

“Is the burn gone, my sweet?” he asked, gently despite the teasing edge to his smile.

But how could he jest, mock your wish to feel him close when he felt the same… how could he when you watched him with his eyes half open and so full of love and serenity?

“Yes, my love. Most of it.”

And was there any sweeter music than this, a hidden plea for him to fill you further, to plant his seed and claim you as his in every way imaginable?

His crotch throbbed at your willingness – at your desperation almost – to have him release deep inside you. Images flickered in his mind, crude images that had much less to do with love-making you deserved, but perhaps fitting enough for what you both craved.

“Oh, only most of it? Let me remedy it then, sweetling.”

He kissed your lips with determination and hunger, eliciting an adorably startled sound from your throat when he pulled away, and stood up by the foot of the bed. A choked yelp followed when his fingers curled about your ankles and he dragged you to him – as gentle as he could in his desire-clouded mind – leaving you with your sweet centre just on the edge.

Lifting your leg, planting a kiss to your calf and resting it against his shoulder, repeating the motion with your other legs, he was not blind to your confusion and your wide-eyed gaze; you watched him breathless with anticipation as you realized what he wanted.

But by gods, knowing his intention prepared you not for the feeling when he entered you again, thrusting so deep you felt him like you had not before, the sensation as blissful as startling, your hand instinctively covering your belly in shameless wonder.

“Oh gods,” you sobbed, little sounds you did not know you were capable of spilling from your lips with every thrust, each coming faster than the one before, leaving you stunned and yet having you crave more of this incredible feeling.

You felt an open-mouthed sucking kiss land on your calf and you could not find yourself to care for it beyond whimpering, a plea for more, senselessly begging to feel Steve spill inside you and to take you touch the stars again.

His burning hand covered yours on your belly, pressing as if he could feel the depths he reached with every buckle of his hips forward.

“I will spill so deep inside you, my love, that the seed will take.”

You sobbed as you felt your peak approaching at his words, dripping with desire and need to claim.

“We will be blessed with a child… you will grow a new life, right here,” he added pressure, the sense of possessiveness delicious, rich and dark. Irresistible. “And then again and again.”

“Yes, please-“

“Oh sweetling, you will not—have to ask again.”

Your lips parted in silent cry as his movements grew erratic and the feeling you craved so much arrived at last, triggering your own release, both Steve’s and your body wrapped in bliss at once.

You felt his eyes on you as you breathed heavily, chest rising and falling at the overwhelming sensation, eyes fluttering open only to see him watch you with fascination; an emotion that only seemed to grow when he slowly pulled out, his release nearly spilling out. His fingers were swift to gather the thickness and push it back where it belonged, causing shivers run up your spine.

He kissed each of your knees as he laid your legs down to the cushions, your limbs appearing and feeling boneless. He stretched over your body, offering his generous warmth, watching with a smile that rivalled your own before he graced you with the sweetest of kisses – unhurried, but an echo of the fire prior to your love-making.

“Are you alright, my love?” he questioned, a soft frown creasing his brows as he observed you. “Did I… did I hurt you? Such was not my intention.”

“I know. You did not, Steven. Never,” you assured him swiftly, leading him to lie by your side.

He obliged, draping the covers over you both as much as he could without moving much, facing you with a smile which earned a teasing edge that had your cheeks burn.

“Cannot believe my lady craves this so much.”

Biting your cheek, you lowered your gaze, feeling shame bloom in your chest. Was it wrong? Surely, it could not be? Not when you finally felt as peace again; no fever, no irritation. Only love and serenity.

“There is no other feeling like it,” you muttered, attempting to explain, to justify yourself. “Being as one… leaving a part of you behind, deep inside me, I--- do you believe me to be silly for feeling such?”

Steven’s hand found yours, bringing it to his lips, tenderly kissing your knuckles before moving onto your fingertips; his eyes were sincere as he met your gaze, urgent almost.

“No. I could never. My beautiful wife, with enticing body and gorgeous soul… I could never. I love you. No matter what your needs should be.”

Your shoulders relaxed, calmness washing over you again; and this time for good, for Steven, your Steve, would not think any less of you. You should have known as much.

“And I love you, husband.”

“And since I know now how much you adore this feeling… and how much wish for a child, just like I do, I shall make sure to keep you full of my seed every day,” he declared, hand sprawling over your abdomen, a shadow of desire in his gaze as he looked up at you. “I must not neglect my marital duty anymore.”

You gulped at his choice of his words, a echo of hurt and sorrow creeping up your back.

“Duty…” you mused. “Will you go back to the feast? To fulfil your duty?”

He simply shook his head, laying your connected palms between your, fingers interlaced.

“No. I shall stay here. I have fulfilled my duty already. Serving my king and my kingdom it is no longer my only obligation.”

“And… what of pleasure?” you questioned hesitantly for you feared his answer.

In the bliss following your act of love, you could not stop wondering whether this was a duty to him also – for while you had convinced him to stay, he had not seemed nearly as eager as you did.

Your soul would be at peace for Steve had not held your needs against you, he did not think you strange; yet, you would hope he would be as keen as you were. He had not appeared that way – and now, he was smiling at you softly, bemused.

“What of it, sweetling?”

“Well,” you said, carefully watching his face as you explained. “You said you must no longer neglect your marital duty. Your obligation. But… what of pleasure?”

Should he tell you that your source of pleasure was a mere duty to him, your heart would break; yet, not knowing was nearly as painful since it gnawed at your mind.

Steve observed you for a moment, curious, clueless, thumb caressing the back of your hand.

At last, his expression softened, strong arms pulling you to his front, tucking your head under his chin, a lingering kiss planted to the crown of your head.

You knew then he must have understood what you were asking; whether he found pleasure in it as well, at least half the bliss you felt when you connected in the most intimate manner, one reserved for a wife and a husband only.

His palm stroked your back as he held you firmly to his chest, his voice soothing in its outrage.

“If you have any doubt, my sweetling, I shall tell you I find myself a lucky man for making love on my wife is both. Tis’ a pleasure I can speak of as duty… a duty I may use as an excuse to lose myself in you, lose myself and never want to find my way back,” he admitted fervently, before his voice softened again. “Do you understand, my love?”

You smiled and nodded as the warmth of his words enveloped you, comfort and a promise.

“I do, Steven.”

His fingers tickled your lower back, causing you to giggle and withdraw on instinct, allowing Steve to slip two fingers under your chin, leading you to tip your head back, rewarding your pliancy with a kiss on your lips.

“Surely you must know, my sweet. You are the closest to heaven I have ever been. You. Always you.”

You blinked heavily, tiredness washing over you in the safety of your loving husband’s arms.

“And you,” you whispered, earning a hushed laugh as you yawned, leading Steve to help you roll over and assume position you would always seek when sleeping.

Your back to his front, not an inch between your bodies and his lips on your shoulder, he wished you a good night and sweet dreams.

Only tonight, his arm did not simply drape over your waist; his palm laid wide over your belly, possessive – and protective.

Far from the pair of lovers having settled to sleep, Sir Barnes held out his palm in the direction of Sir Drax and Sir Lang with a self-satisfied grin. The two men only groaned, much to the amusement of Sir Barton who had gentlemanly refused to participate in the actual bet. He had been too certain of the outcome.

Lang and Drax tossed a few coins to Barnes, who then shared a few with Barton anyway for he had whispered his tip to his ear earlier.

“Told you,” Bucky bragged, putting the coins away into his pouch.

“But he is such a stuck-up ass about his duty!” Lang called out, outraged and confused, which only had Barton erupt in laughter.

“True. That he is. But he’s got a husband’s duty now,” he pointed out, not having to imagine what he would have done had he needed to go and check on his wife Laura. “Trust me, fellas, I know how such things are.”

“Ew!” Bucky cried out, disgusted at the imaginary. “Did not need to know that. The point, however, is that he was too enchanted by his sweetling even before they were married. It would hardly change now. There was no chance ever he would come back in here.”

“But why would he stay with one woman there when there are so many in here?” Drax questioned, frowning, while Lang just shook his head and sighed.

“Should have known. I’m never betting against you again, Barnes.”

“No, please. By all means, give me more money,” the knight grinned, earning a scowl from the two. “If it makes you feel any better… I think Steve would bet the same as you.”

“How do you figure?” Barton wondered, intrigued by the idea.

“He is a stuck-up ass about duty. That’s why his wife is so good for him, maybe more than the dumbass realizes.”

“Hear hear!” Barton laughed, raising his beer to toast to that, coaxing the others to do the same.

Many chambers away from the royal hall, Steven could not but agree with Barnes. His wife was indeed the best; but contrary to his best friend’s claim, he was well-aware.

He was very, very well-aware.

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