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evans-addicted · 6 months ago

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I was and am not ready for this to end. You could totally continue this on 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼

So hawt 🔥🔥🔥

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Pairing: Ari Levinson x Fem!Reader Word Count: 3,465 Summary: You’re not quite sure who you work for, you just know to keep your head down and do your job. Luckily, you’re really good at being invisible, well, until you catch the new captive’s eye. Warnings: Explicit sexual content. Explicit language. AU. Reference to shadow/government organizations, mercenary activities, mob elements, and captivity. Mob!Ari. Vaginal fingering. Dirty talk. Praise kink.

A/N: Hoe’kay, so this story is based off of a dream I had and just hnnnngh. I hope it ruins you as much as it ruined me (affectionately lol). 😘

It wasn’t a very glamorous job, but it was a secretive one.

You weren’t even sure who you worked for, but you suspected it was either a stealth branch of the government, some kind of shadow organization, or an outside agency with whom they contracted.

All you knew for sure was it was best to be as invisible as possible. To remain in the background, the most forgettable of wallflowers, as you cleaned up after the team and made sure they always had food, drink, and anything else they might need at a moment’s notice.

Thankfully, you were very good at being invisible, you had been your entire life. In all honesty, it was probably your greatest skill set, no matter the way you had despised it at one time or another over the years.

But here? In this over the top stone manor in the middle of nowhere, crawling with agents and soldiers and tech nerds alike?

You were very grateful for your tendency to be ignored by others.

Especially when it came to him.

You winced at the sound of Lloyd Hansen’s voice that erupted just a beat after the large, double doors in the entryway flung open.

“You’re gonna fetch me quite the pay day, Levinson. Not sure what you did to ruffle so many feathers, but they want you bad.”

Lloyd strutted into the foyer, looking nowhere near as ruffled as the rest of his team. In fact, but for the very light sheen of sweat shining on his handsome face, he didn’t have a hair out of place otherwise.

He seemed to be in good spirits, but that didn’t make you any more eager to draw his attention, so you shifted sideways a bit, until you were mostly hidden behind the large marble statue you had been dusting and the pillar that displayed it.

You watched as the team entered behind him, their muscles bulging as they gripped their automatic rifles, and each of them placed strategically so that they circled the man who you assumed was Levinson.

He was big. Broad, too.

And he was beautiful.

He loomed over all of the other men by a good few inches, his large body testing the obviously expensive and perfectly tailored slacks and button up that he wore. His hair was brown and down to his neck, thick, just like the well kept beard that shadowed his handsome face.

Although he was obviously a captive, and surrounded by some of the best trained killers in the world, he didn’t seem distressed at all. In fact, he seemed more amused than anything.

His curious blue gaze flickered around the manor before landing right on you.

You straightened, your eyes going wide as they met his, and you could see the change in his features, the way his eyes twinkled at you, his lips curling up into a smile-smirk as he gave you a onceover that had your hair standing on end before he winked at you.

Something deep inside of you clenched in response, your nipples getting hard and heat flooding your cheeks. You had never had such a primal reaction to another before, let alone a complete stranger, and one who was obviously bad news.

Out of instinct, which was currently screaming at you to hide, you shifted–scurried away, really–rounding the statue until you were standing behind the team and their new asset, watching as they finally marched out of sight.

Realizing that your heart was pounding in your chest, and something deep inside of you was throbbing–awake and wanting for the first time in a long time–you blinked, embarrassed for some reason as you took a deep breath, ignored how shaky it was, and got back to work.

“Don’t engage with the asset, even if he engages with you first. Just go in, go to the furthest corner away from him in his cell, set down his food and drink just inside, without the tray, and back away. Understood?”

Curtis Everett definitely didn’t take after his namesake. Courteous didn’t seem to be a trait he had, but he had gruff curtness in spades.

He was one of the more no-nonsense soldiers and one you always tried to avoid, because he scared you.

You struggled to meet his gaze as he stood before the steel door at the foot of the basement stairs. Your fingers were gripping the edges of the plastic tray that held the captive’s breakfast so hard they hurt.

Swallowing nervously, you whispered, “Yes, I understand.”

You could feel Curtis watching you, probably doubting you could even do a task as simple as this, but you didn’t blame him. You weren’t exactly used to being in the company of captive assets, let alone mobsters.

From what you had picked up, because your job led to lots of unintentional eavesdropping, Ari Levinson was one of the most ruthless, notorious mobsters around. Apparently, the agency was concerned he had turned someone on the inside, because he had foiled quite a few of their undercover ops, especially the ones meant to catch him.

“Let’s go,” Curtis commanded.

He turned and input a 4-digit code into the keypad to the left of the door. Once the beep sounded and the keypad flashed green, you heard a metal clicking sound before the door popped open.

Curtis shoved it open further, ushering you inside.

You couldn’t help it as your eyes flickered around the space, drinking it all in in a heartbeat. This part of the basement seemed to have been turned into a makeshift prison. The wall was lined with old-fashioned jail cells, steel bars and all, and the cell at the far end of the wall, just before the basement door, was occupied by Ari Levinson.

He was calmly sitting on the metal bed across from the steel bars of his cell, looking totally at ease.

Well, until he saw you.

A look of pleasant surprise flashed across his face, but as Curtis loomed closer, he quickly schooled his features, watching closely as you did as instructed and set his food and drink just inside his cell on the floor.

“I’m surprised you’re not starving me,” Ari drawled, rising to his feet and sauntering toward the front of his cell.

“You’re no good to us delirious or dead, for now,” Curtis sniffed.

Ari chuckled, crouching and picking up the meal you had just delivered. He gently cradled the sandwich that was wrapped in plastic wrap and the water bottle, his gaze landing on you as he murmured, “Thank you, sweetheart.”

“Don’t talk to her,” Curtis snarled.

Feeling your face warm, you didn’t resist as the soldier grabbed your arm and propelled you toward the basement door. His grip on you was harsh enough that you winced, just barely stifling a sound of pain as you resisted the urge to pull away from him, afraid to draw his ire.

“Hey!” Ari’s voice was an authoritative snap. “You’re hurting her. Ease up, asshole.”

“Fuck off!” Curtis huffed, but his hand quickly fell away from your arm as he forcefully jabbed the buttons on the keypad to unlock the door.

As you stood there shaking, confusion warred with gratitude inside you, because why had Ari stuck up for you like that? Especially if he was such a bad man? Why did he even care if Curtis had been unintentionally hurting you?

All of these questions and more swirled through your mind as you heard the keypad chime, saw the flash of green, and the door unlocked. Just before Curtis herded you through it, you couldn’t help it as you glanced back over your shoulder, at Ari.

The angry glower he’d been aiming at Curtis instantly vanished as your eyes met his, and he shot you a small, sad smile.

And then Curtis was guiding you through the door and out of the basement, your belly fluttering the entire time as that soft look of Ari’s lingered in your mind’s eye.

For the next couple of weeks, it became part of your daily routine - being escorted by one of the team three times a day to serve Ari his meals.

Sometimes, he looked a little worse for wear, so you could only imagine the interrogation methods that were being used against him, but for the most part, he kept that amused demeanor of his intact, and you couldn’t help but respect him for that show of stubborn determination.

Ari seemed extremely smart and observant, strategic, too. After that first time you came here with Curtis, and the near confrontation that ensued, he remained quiet each time you appeared, and somehow you just knew it was because he didn’t want to cause any trouble for you.

But he did cause trouble for you, just in a different way now.

Because his silence, it was now accompanied by him actively eye fucking you the entire time you were in his sight.

A small part of you wondered if maybe you were just imagining it, but each time you snuck a quick glance the captive’s way, he would wink at you, his eyes twinkling with mischief, and something else.

Something dark and…promising.

As the days went on, and you were in Ari’s presence more, you found yourself scurrying quickly to deliver his meals, part of you desperate to be out of his presence because any moment spent near him drove you and your body crazy.

And yet, there was another part of you that looked forward to those stray moments more than any others.

They were quick doses of excitement and thrill, of a long dormant want and need that had you both squirming and dying to hide, not sure which one you wanted more. But the cocktail of the two of them together made your head spin in a way that was addictive.

So when you learned that the team was leaving for a few days on a new mission, and that you would be delivering Ari’s meals yourself, well, a part of you rejoiced.

Your body was literally vibrating with anticipation as you cleared the basement steps and stood before the locked door, about to deliver Ari’s dinner for the evening.

All by yourself.

For those few, stray moments, it would be just you and Ari, together.

The thought was as exciting as it was terrifying.

Logically, you knew that Ari was a dangerous man, a mobster. But he had done nothing but show you kindness and interest. Either way, he was in a literal prison cell, so it didn’t really matter, you would be safe and in and out to do your job.

Taking a deep breath, you keyed in the code with shaking fingers, pushing through the door once the lock disengaged.

You weren’t sure how, but it seemed like Ari was unsurprised to find you by yourself today. In fact, it seemed like he had been waiting for you, as you found him standing at the bars of his cell, smirking at you.

"All by yourself this time, huh, sweetheart?"

And just the sound of his voice, which you hadn’t heard in weeks, had your body reacting. A shudder raced through you at his deep, baritone rumble, your nipples instantly going hard as a gush of slick seeped into your panties.

Your face was hot as you dropped your gaze, unable to meet the intensity and sinful promise waiting for you in Ari’s eyes. You were still so thrown by how much your body reacted to this man, unable to help it as your hands trembled as you brought the tray of food and drink closer and crouched down a good distance away from him to quickly set the items inside his cell.

Still, you weren’t quick enough in your task, because when you stood up and went to step away, Ari was suddenly looming before you, reaching through the steel bars and grabbing your wrist.

He didn’t hurt you, but he did yank you closer, his eyes twinkling as you squeaked in shock and stared up at him with big, startled eyes.

"You're a shy, sweet thing, huh?" he murmured.

Despite the way a part of you had been excited at the idea of having a few moments alone with Ari, now that you were here, and in his grip–all by yourself–you were scared.

"Please let go," you trembled.

"What if I don't want to?" His grin was boyish and had your belly swooping. He leaned closer, his warm breath fanning over your face as he hummed, "I don't think you want me to either."

You started to shake your head to refute his observation–and the truth of it–but Ari just tutted at you.

"You're a good girl, I know you are, so be honest." His teeth sank into his plush lower lip as he husked, "If I stuffed my hand down the front of your pants right now, into your panties so I could touch that soft, warm pussy of yours, you wouldn't even try to stop me, would you?"

You didn’t realize your breath was coming in short, shallow bursts until he tugged you flush against the steel bars of his cell, so close that you could feel the warmth of his body warming your own skin now.

You weren’t sure if you were ready to hyperventilate from panic, or complete and total physical overwhelm–because this sure had escalated quickly–but you didn’t have much time to dwell on it either way.

Because Ari’s big hand was skimming down your belly now and popping open the button and fly of your jeans.

When all you did was dart your gaze down to watch the way his fingers teased along the band of your panties, he chuckled, and the deep, husky sound had another gush of slick leaking from your cunt.

"Fuck, I knew you wanted this," he hummed, shifting closer and inhaling deep to try to catch your scent on his tongue. "Clocked you as soon as they brought me here and was instantly hard for you, honey."

The whimper spilled past your lips before you could think to suppress it and he cooed at you in response.

"Aw, I know, it's okay. I'll take care of you. None of them do, do they? You're invisible to them, aren't you?" His head ducked, his lips a few inches from yours with the steel bars in between. "You're not invisible to me, sweetheart. You're all I've thought about since arriving here, and that says a lot considering my predicament."

He winked at you and you shivered, just gaping at him as he watched you. Slowly, the amusement faded from his features, something dark and sinful taking its place.

"Now, keep those pretty eyes on me,” Ari commanded. “I wanna see that gorgeous face when I touch you for the first time."

Breath hitching as he tugged you closer by your hip, you couldn’t help but do exactly as he said, your wide eyes lifting and locking on his. Your lips parted when his big, thick fingers dipped into your panties, then lower. Skimming over your mound, the pads of his fingers teased a barely there circle over your clit that had you gasping and canting your hips in invitation.

"So good for me," Ari purred, groaning once his fingers reached the folds of your cunt and found you absolutely soaked for him. "Fuck, this sweet pussy is just weeping for me, isn't she?"

"Oh god," you panted, licking your dry lips and gripping the steel bars of his cell for dear life.

His fingers dragged along your slit, smearing your arousal all around. "I'd give my left nut to have my mouth on you right now."

Whining at that imagery, you shifted closer to him, not even realizing you were reaching through the bars and for him until your fingers curled into the material of his shirt as you yanked him closer.

"I know, honey, you need it so bad, don't you?"

"Yeah," you mewled, lashes fluttering as you maintained his smokey gaze. "Please."

Your mouth dropped open when he suddenly shoved two of his fingers inside of you, curling them and almost instantly glancing off of a spot that had your toes curling as a wrecked sort of whimper stole past your lips.

"Fuck, this cunt's so hot and tight. You're gonna feel so fucking good around my cock, honey, I know it."

Before you could reply, Ari’s fingers were moving. Thrusting deep and stroking along your walls. At first, it was like he was taking his time to explore the deepest, most intimate parts of you. When his free hand reached through the bars and gently collared your throat, re-aiming your dazed, wandering gaze his way, you knew he was doing just that.

“Feel good?” he husked, shifting his wrist and causing his fingers to plunge even deeper inside of you.

“Yes!” you breathed, keening softly as you tried to spread your legs and give him more room to work with.

“Look at how responsive you are, honey,” Ari cooed, his fingers driving harder, faster, and making you squeal.

You panted in response, words lost to you now as Ari’s thumb joined the party and started rubbing circles over your clit. The added stimulation combined with the way his thick fingers were hitting each and every sweet spot inside of you, had you hurdling closer and closer to the edge of oblivion.

Suddenly you were right there, just on the cusp of ecstasy, your eyes starting to roll up in the back of your head, but Ari’s hand gripped your throat tighter, bringing your attention back to him.

“This is what you deserve, to have someone taking care of you, making you feel so fucking good and worshipping this sweet body each and every day,” he gritted as your eyes locked on his. “Now cum for me. Let me feel you lose it, honey. Be a good girl and give it to me.”

Whining at his words, and that avid, possessive look of his, you tipped over the edge with a broken cry of release. Your fingers curled tighter in Ari’s shirt as your pussy fluttered and clenched around his fingers, pleasure rushing through your veins and setting your entire body ablaze as you eagerly, shamelessly rocked against his hand. A final flood of arousal seeped from your pussy and soaked his hand, your knees nearly buckling as you gasped for breath and sagged against the cell bars.

Gasping for breath, you could only watch, in a total daze, as Ari pulled his big hand from your panties and sucked his shining fingers into his mouth. The obscene groan he let out at the taste of you on his tongue had your pussy fluttering and throbbing all over again, and you couldn’t stifle the quiet mewl that rose up from the back of your throat at the sight.

Pulling his fingers from his mouth with a wet pop, Ari shifted closer to you, dipping his head as he asked, "Do you know where they keep the key to my cell?"

Still dazed, you could only nod.

Ari’s smile was warm as he reached for you through the cell bars. He gave your head a gentle pet as he murmurred, "Go get the key and let me out, and then we're both gonna get the fuck out of here, and I'm gonna spend the rest of the night filling you with my cock as a thank you for being such a good girl for me."

Shuddering, and leaning into his soft touch for a moment, you nodded again, your brain still floaty as you turned and darted to where the cell key was hidden, already looking forward to Ari making good on his sinful promise.

A moment later you returned with the key, unlocking Ari’s cell and stepping back as he stepped outside of his makeshift cage for the first time in weeks.

For just a split second, you felt a spike of fear as he loomed over you, but then he was aiming that warm, proud gaze of his your way as he cupped your face in his large hands and ducked low to kiss you.

You gasped against his lips at the ferocity of his kiss, trying desperately to keep up with the urgent press of his mouth over yours, mewling as his tongue wasted no time in pushing past the seam of your lips to get a good taste of you.

“Been wanting to do that since the first time I saw you,” Ari breathed against your lips. His eyes crinkled at the corners as he grinned at you and then stole one more kiss before rumbling, “Alright, sweetheart, let’s get the hell out of here.”

And you did.

The hoe goddesses possessed me with this one. I hope you enjoyed it! Please take a moment to drop a reblog or comment! Yer girl is thirsty for some engagement! 🤲🏻

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evans-addicted · 7 months ago

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I don’t know what it is about Captain America with a filthy mouth that just guuuts me but yes please!! 🥵 🔥

Just Desserts

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female!Reader Word Count: 3,759 Summary: You knew you shouldn’t have lied to Steve, but never in a million years did you think that this would be the consequence. Warnings: Explicit sexual content. Explicit language. Oral sex (f and m receiving). Face riding. Vaginal fingering. Soft!dom Steve. “Captain” kink. “Good girl/bad girl” kink. AU. 18+ only!

A/N: This is my embarrassingly late entry for the lovely @what-is-your-plan-today ‘s Captain America: The First Avenger 10th Anniversary Challenge. I’m so sorry this is late, thank you for being flexible with me, beauty! I hope you enjoy this. Thanks again for hosting this challenge for our favorite shield throwing daddy ❤️🤍💙

My prompts were: Steve Rogers + “Is this a test?” + “You and I are gonna have a conversation later that you won’t enjoy.”

Keep reading

#steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers x you #steve rogers x female reader #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans

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evans-addicted · 11 months ago

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This is the funniest thing I think I’ve ever read

#sex tool #love hole #lol #hahahaha

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evans-addicted · 11 months ago

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I’m going to reblog just cuz this cute lil shit here deserves it

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evans-addicted · 11 months ago

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Yassss 🔥🔥🔥

📖"Jilted" - part 2

Rated: Explicit

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Tags: boyfriend's dad au, left at the altar, father-in-law, hurt/comfort, forbidden attraction, silver fox Steve, age gap, size kink, strength kink, Dom/sub elements, daddy kink, fingering, oral sex, grinding, sex, dirty talk, cheating

Summary: You may be a jilted bride, but you don't feel like one for long when Steve soothes the hurt in unexpected ways.

Part 2 - "Taken to Bed by a Man" (Wait! I haven't read part 1 yet!)

Only hours ago, you were walking to the altar to marry a boy, and now you’re being taken to bed by a man—that very boy’s father. The reality of it becomes very clear as Steve walks into his bedroom with you in his arms and sets you down. Your toes dig into the room’s soft carpet.

“Turn around,” he whispers.

You obey, shivering as he steps in close behind. You can hear his breathing, can practically feel his desire for you. Somehow, he seems more tangible than he ever has before. More real, more solid, and you’re painfully aware of how close he is. “S-steve,” you breathe. “I—”

“You are so beautiful,” he murmurs, cutting you off. “I’m sorry I never told you. A woman like you should hear it every day.”

You want to say something, tell him that this is wrong, you can’t do this. He’s … he’s Pat’s father, decades older than you. He’s Captain America, for Christssakes. You shouldn’t want him the way you do. And now he’s got you doubting everything, every interaction you’ve ever had with him, every lingering glance, every brief touch, every polite word. From that very first time Pat brought you home to meet his father, the famed “man out of time.”

Steve doesn’t age normally, that much is obvious. You know about the serum, know that he was in his late twenties when they defrosted him back in the ‘nineties. And thirty years later, he doesn’t look as old as he should. His body and face are still those of a forty year old, betrayed only by the edges of his eyes, by the grey creeping into his hair and beard. He’s a total daddy, a thought that you’ve been shamefully repressing for the past two years. You’ve been so embarrassed by it, thought you were being such a creep, thinking about Pat’s father that way. Has Steve really been looking at you too all this time? You open your mouth to say something, offer some protest or reason why you can’t—

“Ask me to take your dress off.”

Your whole body clenches at how deep his voice is, how close he’s speaking to your ear. You tremble, able to feel the heat of his body behind you. “Steve, I …”

“Ask me,” he whispers, fingers skimming over your neck and shoulders. “Come on, Honey. Ask me. I promise I’ll only make you do it once.”

God. You manage to choke out an overwhelmed, “Please,” and thankfully it seems to be enough for him. His fingers find the laces of your dress and begin to delicately undo them. He goes slowly, almost like he’s relishing the act of removing your wedding gown. He peels off the dress that his son was meant to remove from your body that night, the fabric falling to the floor in a quiet ‘whoosh’, and his hands landing on your waist.

“Sweetheart,” he breathes, sounding amazed. You whimper and try to move away, skittish, but he stops you, pulling you back firmly against his body with a tut. “You’re okay,” he soothes, arms wrapping around you to hold you close and calm you down. “Shhh. I got you.”

“S-steve,” you breathe, overwhelmed by how wrong this is, how turned on you are when he touches you. “We can’t, I shouldn’t.”

“Why shouldn’t you?” his hot breath fans out against your ear, then he starts kissing your neck and his hands slide covetously over your body. “Wanted you for so long, Sweetheart. Wanted to give you what you were aching for.” You whimper and try to pull away, but his hand slides over your tummy and pulls you back. “It’s okay. I’ve known. You think I didn’t know? Think I didn’t see you looking at me?”

“I – I didn’t …”

“Shh. There’s a girl. Let me touch you.” He’s so effortlessly strong and it feels so good to be held still by him. He rubs your belly and his other hand slides up your ribcage. “So beautiful.” He cups your breast, fingers dipping under the cup of your bra. “God, Honey. Look at you.”

You look down and exhale shakily, your cunt pulsing at the sight of his huge hand against your skin and the delicate lace of your bridal underwear. “Steve,” you breathe, shaking from nerves and arousal. “I want …”

“What do you want?” he whispers, lips trailing over your neck. He places a kiss on your pulse point, feels how fast your heart is beating. “Want me to take control?” he offers softly, almost kindly, like he can sense how overwhelmed you are. “I can do that, Sweetheart. Make it easy for you, make all the decisions. Is that what you want, hm? Want me to lay you out on this bed and do all the work?”

It’s pathetic, how fast you whine and nod, wanting that so badly. “Yes,” you say, grabbing at his hands where they’re feeling you up. “Please, Steve. Yes.”

He chuckles, low and with just a touch of condescension, the sound going straight to your core. You squeeze your thighs together to try and get some relief, but it doesn’t do any good. “Come on, then,” Steve says, moving you with capable hands. He guides you over and pushes on your shoulders until he’s got you sitting on the edge of the bed. You’re left staring at him, standing there in front of you in his tux, looking obscenely handsome, confident, and—oh …

His cock isn’t even fully hard yet, and it’s still a healthy bulge at the front of his slacks. You feel your cheeks heat as you can’t help but stare at it. It is right there, after all. You flush all the harder when he notices you looking and chuckles at you. One of those enormous hands brushes up against the front of his pants, and you nearly moan at the sight of him touching himself.

“Don’t worry, Sweetheart,” he purrs. “You’ll get it. But first …” he sinks down to kneel in front of you, reaching for the straps of your bra. You tense when he starts to pull them off your shoulders, moving to reach behind yourself and unhook the bra, but he hushes you and stills your hands. “Shh, no. Let me do it, Honey. I want to do it.” He gets your bra off and tosses it aside, groaning as he kneels in front of you and looks his fill. “God, you got no idea,” he murmurs, sounding distracted by what he’s seeing. “No idea how long I’ve been wanting this.” His hands make an abortive move, as if he doesn’t know where or how to touch you first. “Shit, lookit you.”

“How long?” you ask on impulse, surprising even yourself. His eyes shoot up to your face, and you swallow heavily under his stare. “H-how long, have you wanted to?” you breathe.

He smiles, then his eyes trail back down and he sighs happily. He reaches out and just sort of … pets the tips of your breasts, brow pinching with want as he watches your nipples harden into firm peaks. “Jesus.” He shakes his head, like he can’t believe he’s getting to touch you. “Oh, Doll ... Since I met you.”

“What?”

“Yeah,” he says distractedly, big hands cupping your tits, making them look small and delicate against his rough palms. You’ve never noticed how masculine his hands are …

“S-since—”

“Since the first time you came in my house looking like you do, yes,” he growls, giving your breasts a squeeze. “Shit.”

His soft cursing makes you flush, feeling warm and exposed and needy and seen. “Steve,” you say, voice warbling with audible worry. You wait until his blue eyes come up to meet yours—God, are his eyes ever blue. You swallow heavily.

“What is it, Sweetheart?”

You chew your lip. “If we do this …” you fret, thinking about the wedding, about Patrick, about how fucked up this is going to make your life.

Steve’s hands smooth over your thighs. “Do you really want him back?” he asks you—knowingly. He meets your gaze without doubt, shaking his head the barest bit. “No going back,” he murmurs. You whimper, and he hushes you. “I know, Honey, I know it’s scary. But you can trust me.”

Delicately, he reaches for the clips of your garters and begins undoing them, one at a time. You’re stuck watching, helpless, as he looks you in the eye and gently eases your stockings down your legs. They’re the real deal: silk, seamed, non-elastic, and a strange feeling rolls through you as you watch Steve’s fingers move over them deftly and you realize that he likely knows what he’s doing because these were the sort that girls wore back in his day.

“Don’t worry, Angel.” He kisses the inside of a knee. “This isn’t just for tonight. I have every intention of keeping you.” His eyes flash upwards again, and you feel heat course through you at his face being right there between your legs … And at his words. He sees your face pinch with doubt and he nods. “Yeah. I told you you’re mine, now. I don’t say things like that unless I mean ‘em.”

“But …” you falter, not sure what you’re even planning to say. But I’m supposed to be engaged to your son. But I’m supposed to be married to him. But people will know, people will—

He slides his hands over your hips and starts edging your panties down, maintaining that all-consuming eye contact as he does it. “But what?” he purrs. “You worried about what people will say?”

You shake your head in denial, but the truth is that you are. Buzzfeed and CNN had been at that cathedral, goddamnit, and there’ll be articles tomorrow about what happened. What on earth will the headlines say when word gets out that you’ve traded in Captain America’s son for the Captain himself?

“You worry too much,” Steve says, easing your panties down your legs and guiding you to let them slip from your feet. He lifts your calf and kisses the inside of your ankle, smirking. “I’m Captain America, Everybody loves me. And I’m allowed to have nice things.” His gaze slides down to the vee of your legs, and you watch as his eyes rapidly darken to something greedy and ravenous. He makes a gruff sound in his throat, utterly possessive, and the next thing you know he’s shoving your knees further apart and forcing his way in, arms hooking underneath your thighs and wrapping around to hold onto you.

You squeak as his broad shoulders push your legs apart and you tip backwards. You catch yourself on your hands and prop yourself back up in time to watch the inaugural press of his mouth against your sex. And oh, it feels almost as good as it looks. You inhale sharply and your hips jump up of their own volition. He’s only pressed a chaste kiss against you, right up high on your mound, but the sight of Steve Rogers’ face between your legs, his head of silver-blond hair and his dark lashes resting against his cheeks as he noses against your most intimate place … it’s enough to have you clenching hard on nothing, slicking up so much that you can feel it getting messy and wet.

You whimper in arousal and impulsively reach with one of your hands to try and hold his head. “Jesus, Steve,” you whisper, turned on beyond belief. It only gets worse when he looks up at you again. You exhale shakily, belly heaving at the way his eyes scald you in their intensity.

“Tell me,” he rasps. “Tell me what you want me to do with my mouth.”

Jesus fucking Christ, that’s not fair. You whine and pant down at him. “Nnn, Steve …” You can’t. You can’t.

“Come on, Sweetheart,” he coaxes, voice like sin. “I know what I promised. And I meant it. I’ll take control. I’ll make it easy for you, and so goddamn good you won’t remember your name.” He turns his face and kisses the crease of your thigh, so close to where you want it. “But I want to hear you say it, first. Please. Just do that for me, Babydoll, and then I’ll make you feel so good.”

You swallow thickly, turned on beyond belief and knowing that if you want him, you’re going to have to put your big girl panties on and do this one thing for him. So, despite the fact that most of your brain cells have liquified and run out through your ears at this point—and despite the fact that you are not one for dirty talking in the bedroom—you look him right in the eyes and croak out a breathless, “Kiss my pussy, Steve. Put your mouth on me and lick it, suck—ogn …” You cut off in a moan when he seals his mouth right over your clit and sucks hard. “Oh my god.”

“Mmhm,” he groans. He sucks your folds into his mouth and flattens his tongue, rubbing it firmly against your clit and working methodically at it until it’s puffy and swollen. “Mmm. Mmph.” His sounds of enjoyment only make it filthier, and you can’t hold back your own choked off little moans and gasps at the eager way his arms grab onto you and haul you in for more, the way he purposefully grinds his face against you and uses his nose to give you more pressure from above your clit.

You wind up sobbing and tossing your head back as you feel yourself gush, and for a long moment you don’t even realize how much you're humping his face, rubbing yourself off against him, trying to get more of that sucking mouth and that lashing, sinful tongue. “Oh, shit. Holy shit …”

You should be mortified by your own desperation, by the sounds you’re making. Maybe you would be, but for the way that Steve responds to it. He growls and jerks you in harder against him, grinding his face into your cunt, sucking and slurping and then hurriedly freeing up one hand to push his fingers into you.

You cry out sharply as he tries to start with two but quickly halts when he can tell that it’s too much. He softens and slows down, kissing your clit in gentle apology, slipping one finger inside your drenched pussy instead. “There we go,” he hums in response to the pleasured sigh you give and looks up at you while he works his finger gently. “That feel good, Sugar?”

You’re gonna die from the fucking pet names, and that is perfectly okay. You nod dumbly down at him, eyes glued to his gaze once again as he fingers you. “Y-yeah,” you say shakily. “Steve …”

He kisses the hood of your clit and drags his lips over it. “Has it been awhile?” he asks, with all the tender concern of a lover who wants to please.

It makes your belly swirl just as hard as his mouth on you had, and you whimper and nod, working your hips down a little against his finger. “I h-haven’t,” you stutter, “Nn … not, oh, not in a while.” You don’t elaborate, and you sure as shit aren't going to admit it now, but the truth is you’ve been avoiding sex with Patrick the closer the big day got; telling yourself that it was to make the wedding night more special, when in reality you suspect it was something else entirely. You whimper and shake your head shyly, and Steve seems to understand that you don’t want to talk about it.

“Shh,” he soothes, kissing your thigh again as he keeps working his hand against you so gently. “That’s okay. We’ll take it slow. We’re not in any rush, ain’t that right?”

You can only whimper and nod, and he coos and smiles at you and how you’ve gone nonverbal already. “Yeah,” he purrs, smiling. “Don’t even worry about it, Babygirl. Daddy’s gonna treat this pussy right. Gonna make you feel so nice, get you real good and relaxed, teach you things you didn’t even know you could do.”

You cry out at how excruciatingly intimate those words are, at the way he kisses your hyper-sensitized clit and changes the angle of his hand, finger dragging up against your walls slower and more purposefully and firm. Your eyes clamp shut and you toss your head back with a pitiful keen. “St-eve, oh, please, please …”

“Mmhm.” He keeps going, still gentle but picking up on what you like, figuring out what makes you get louder and squirm harder. He fucks you on his hand and nurses at your clit in a constant, pulsing rhythm—steady, steady—reading your body’s cues and committing himself to the task, breaking away every once and awhile just to murmur little things against your cunt:

“That’s it, Sweetheart, just like that. Such a good girl. Keep going baby, yes. Let it come, let it happen for me.”

When you get close he stops talking, sealing his mouth to your pleasure and humming his praise straight into your skin instead. And it’s so good, building and building, and he’s doing it just right, holy fuck …

You fall to your back on the bed, Steve following right after you as it makes your pelvis tilt up, never breaking contact, never faltering as your hands scrabble and claw at his hair and your cries get louder and sharper. He holds you down as you start to thrash, desperate for the edge you can feel so close, so close …

Your legs wind up around his head and your heels dig wildly into his back, and still he doesn’t falter, grunting and slurping against you, giving you what you need so good that you sob.

“Oh please, please, Steve! I’m gonna cum, I’m–I’m gonna … ohhh …”

He groans right along with you as it happens, keeping that same exquisite pressure and pace in such an ungodly competent way that you just about scream from how grateful you are. He’s perfect. You sob as the pleasure crests and wanes so sharply, leaving you trembling and gasping breathless little “thank you’s” at him over and over again as he eases off and climbs up your body.

“Shh, sh sh. There we go. Aww, I know, Angel, I know. It’s okay. Did that just feel so good?”

He coos a rhetorical litany of gentle praise at you as he climbs up and rearranges your body fully on the bed, telling you how beautiful you are, how good, how much he wants you. His hands are everywhere, attentive and comforting, petting your legs and smoothing over your belly and chest as he gazes down at you adoringly. It’s romantic, intimate, and like nothing you ever had with Patrick.

You sigh happily and whisper Steve’s name instead, which only seems to please him more. He sidles up alongside you and slots one thick thigh between your legs. That’s when you realize that he’s still completely clothed and you make a tiny noise of protest. Though there is something deliciously dirty about him clothed and you bare, the fabric of his tux over the firm muscle of his thigh pressing up against your soaked core, you still want to feel him. “Steve,” you breathe, pulling at his shirt impatiently. “You too, please.”

He chuckles and nods, hushing your protests as he continues to luxuriate in smoothing his hands over your body. “Hang on, Sweetheart. I will, I will. Let me do this. I’ve always wanted to. Always. Don’t make me rush.”

“Steve,” you sigh.

“Shhh. Good girl. Just let me have this first.” He continues on, heedless of his own body and fully intent on yours, keeping you on that cloud of hazy, post-orgasmic pleasure.

It’s as he’s hovering over you like that, pressing you into the sheets and kissing tender affection all over your face—worshiping you, for lack of a better word—that you realize:

He’s treating you like a groom treats his bride.

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Just gorgeous

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How many times are you supposed to hit the button cuz I hit it once and just got Space 🤷‍♀️

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I kind of love this tooooo 🔥🔥🔥

Sanctuary

Pairing: Robert Pronge x Fem!Reader Word Count: 2,265 Summary: You weren't seeking refuge because you almost died, you were seeking refuge because of him.

Warnings: AU. Explicit language. Explicit sexual content. Demon!Robert. Soft!dark elements. Paranormal elements. Dub con. Sex in a church. Vaginal fingering. Telepathy. Unprotected sex. Lots of cum, sorry not sorry lol.

A/N: I want to try to get out some spooky/supernatural fics this month, so let's start by revisiting Deal with the Devil!Freezy, shall we?

You were never much for religion, but after your attack, and the way you had almost died, you found yourself sitting in the small, dimly lit church on the end of a rundown city block within walking distance of your apartment quite frequently.

It wasn't some kind of subsequent faith that you now had after you survived that led you here, it was because you had survived, and the way in which you did.

It was because of him.

The stranger who had saved your life.

You remembered the satisfaction in his dark, inhuman gaze as he had tasted your blood before drinking from your lips.

You remembered the unnatural flavor of sulfur that had lingered in your mouth for days after the kiss.

And you couldn't seem to escape the way he kept appearing in your dreams, reminding you that you were his now, that you owed him.

You weren't sure what that debt could possibly be or lead to, but you were certain that you didn't want to find out.

So you weren't paying homage to a miracle whenever you came to church, you were a terrified survivor seeking refuge.

Tonight was no different as you sat a few pews back from the church altar, tugging at the gold cross pendant around your neck as you stared off into the distance without seeing, enjoying a few moments of quiet, solitary sanctuary.

And then he spoke from behind you.

"If you were hoping you could hide from me here, sweetness, sorry to burst your bubble."

His voice was rough–almost ragged somehow–the gravelly sound making all your hair stand on end as you went rigid in your seat.

He leaned forward, his breath warming the nape of your neck before he suddenly snuffled along your skin, his nose dragging up the arc of your throat until he was inhaling along the delicate hollow just behind your ear, making you whimper.

You went to launch yourself from your seat, but one heavy hand of his on your shoulder, his fingers curling hard enough to make you whine in pain, kept you in place and enduring the way his teeth nibbled on your earlobe.

Tears gathered in your eyes, and you were trembling so hard that you dropped your purse. Your head dipped to follow its descent, but suddenly a big, rough hand was gripping your throat and tipping your head back until your cheek was sliding against the stranger's and you shuddered at the soft scrape of his facial hair along your skin.

"What do you want from me?" you whispered, a few tears finally escaping as you stared up at the church ceiling.

A husky laugh rushed past your cheek before he spoke his reply against your ear, "Think I can come up with something."

Between one blink and another, you were gone from your seat and suddenly in one of the dark, empty back hallways of the church. You were far away from the main space, from other people, your frantic mind trying to comprehend how you got here without moving, and so quickly, too.

Those thoughts were lost to you as the stranger pressed you against the wall, his body sinking flush against yours as he gently mouthed along the side of your throat, pausing at your pulse point and dragging his rough tongue over the fluttering spot.

"Please," you choked out, turning your face away and squeezing your eyes shut, not wanting to meet that unnatural gaze of his that had been seared in your brain since that night.

"Already did you one favor, honey, you sure you wanna make it two?" he teased.

As silence stretched on between you, his hand dropped along your body, shifting your sweater up and out of the way until he could thumb at the raised scar on your stomach, the mark that had been with you ever since that night in the alley.

It was instant, the way the warm drag of his skin over yours had a flash of agonizing pain shooting through you, the contact stealing your breath away completely as you went rigid and clenched your teeth against a scream.

"Promise what I want will feel much better than that," he husked against your ear.

He pulled back to watch the terror flashing in your gaze as you stared at him in horror like it was his favorite TV show, a wicked grin curling his lips as he basked in your distress.

He held your gaze the entire time he worked open the front of his pants before doing the same to yours. When you struggled just a little, trying to shove him away, he encircled your throat in his massive hand and squeezed hard enough to cut off your airflow, his teeth bared in a sneer and his eyes twinkling with victory as you whimpered and went still against him.

As you surrendered to him and his dark desires.

You jerked at the first touch of his fingers to your bare cunt, your panties and work slacks bunched around your knees as this terrifying stranger pet along your most intimate parts like he had every right to.

"I do," he murmured.

He smirked as your eyes went wide at the way his words were in reply to your thoughts.

Then he slowly sank two fingers into you as he husked, "I told you the cost of saving your life that night, that you're mine now." He licked at your parted lips as his fingers plunged deeper and rubbed. "And so is this cunt."

You couldn't help the sound that fell past your lips, the love child of a moan and a whine, and you weren't sure if was because what he was doing–how he was touching you–actually felt good, or because your body was betraying you by growing so sinfully wet at his wicked touch.

"There you go, sweet girl," he breathed against your lips, his fingers railing you harder. "Feels good, doesn't it?"

You tried to turn your face away instead of answering, but his grip on your neck just tightened, keeping you in place–trapped in his gaze–as he played with your pussy until your insides began to flutter and your thighs started to quake with your impending orgasm.

Just as you felt the first wave of your release cresting, his fingers retreated from your greedy hole, and a disappointed whine got trapped in the back of your throat.

He winked at you before gripping his hard cock in the hand he had just used to work you over, humming as he smeared your juices down the long, curved length of him.

You stared down between your bodies, feeling your cunt clench at the sight of his cock - you'd never seen one so big before, and curved like that, white droplets of pre-cum oozing from the crown as he slowly stroked and squeezed himself in preparation.

When he took a moment to yank off your panties and pants entirely, taking your ballet flats with them as he kicked everything a few feet away, you didn't even resist, in some kind of lust-addled state and desperate to know what that big, thick cock of his felt like inside of you.

"You're about to find out, sweetness," he laughed.

His free hand dropped to your leg, gripping your thigh and hitching it up around his waist, opening you up for him as he took his weeping cock in hand and slowly filled you up right there against the wall.

Your hand shot out to grip his shirt, your fingers fisting in response to the slow stretch and burn that was his cock plunging its way inside you for the first time, until your eyes were rolling back in your head, and your back bowed at the invasion.

"Mmm, fuck, that's it," he purred, giving a few rocks of his hips until he was bottoming out and you were gasping sharply at just how deep he was inside of you.

Dazed, you blinked at him, a distant part of you registering the way his eyes were entirely black now as he gazed at you, and you weren't sure if you clenched around him hard in fear or excitement that someone was looking at you like that.

Like they could not wait to fucking eat you alive.

Another husky laugh fell from his lips as he said, "Oh, honey, that's the understatement of the century."

And then he started to move.

The first retreat of his cock was slow–almost careful–that inhumanly dark gaze watching you avidly as he departed just enough to leave the mushroom head of his cock stretching your hole before sinking back into you slow and deep enough to take you up to your tiptoes.

You squeaked at the invasion, your thighs already trembling, and he grinned at you. His pace picked up until he was gripping the undersides of each of your thighs in one of his hands as he fucked you against the wall hard enough to have you gasping and whining and whimpering with every snap of his hips.

And it didn't go unnoticed by you, how every single time one of those noises escaped you, you could feel his cock throb inside of you.

The latest round of this sinful give and take made you moan as you clutched him closer and started rocking against him just as hard–just as desperately–as he was moving inside of you.

"Fuck," he laughed breathlessly, amused by your enthusiasm as a glimmer of red flashed through his eyes. "You may just be my favorite indebted yet, sweetness. Haven't felt a cunt this good in a long time. And you're so fucking into it too, you sweet little slut. Really hit the jackpot with you, huh?"

Whining at his words and the way they had your insides clenching and pulsing, you dropped your head back against the wall, feeling the peak of your pleasure closing in quickly.

"Oh no, honey, keep those pretty eyes open and fixed on me, wanna see that fucked out look as you cum for me."

Your eyes blinked open, glassy as you fisted his shirt tighter, your breath catching in your chest as that tightly wound coil deep inside of you finally, blessedly snapped.

You gave a sharp cry of pleasure as your body went taut before your orgasm rushed through you, gasping and moaning as you rocked against his cock, wanting to feel him even more than before, deeper and harder and owning you completely.

"Mmm, I can do that," he purred, dropping his forehead to yours, gripping your thighs tighter, and hammering into you without relent as you rode out your first orgasm before quickly descending into your second.

"Oh god," you cried, slinging an arm around his neck to hold on for dear life as he let loose and started going at you even harder, like a man possessed.

"Not quite," he panted, splitting you open with one hard, deep rut of his cock after another. "Not even close, actually."

And it was the raspy, wicked husk of his laugh that had you cumming one final time, your body trembling and clenching, rattling with another powerful wave of ecstasy as your pussy rejoiced to be so full and so thoroughly, thoroughly fucked.

"Mmmm, god, that's it, fuck me," the stranger groaned, the next thrust of his cock going impossibly deep and lingering as you felt an unnaturally warm bloom of heat within you.

Another soft gasp fell from your lips as his next thrust had another hot wave flooding your insides, and you could feel it, the unnatural heat and volume of his spend as he continued to pump you full of it with one eager rut of his cock after another.

Just when you thought he was done, he sank against you, his face burrowing against the crook of your neck before you felt the sharp pierce of his teeth and a white hot flash of pain as he bit you, just hard enough to draw blood that he could lap at as he rode out his own orgasm with a few final snaps of his hips.

The unexpected pain had another small orgasm rocking through your pussy, and he laughed against your neck as he felt it, groaning as you milked his cock and sent some of his cum leaking out of your overstuffed cunt and dripping down his balls.

Once his breathless pants died down, he pulled out of you with a satisfied hum, guiding you back to your feet and smirking at the way you wobbled and sagged back against the wall, your sweater rucked up your stomach and his ample amount of cum leaking down your thighs.

He watched you as he slowly redid his clothes, seeming unbothered by tucking away his still messy cock before shooting you a wicked grin. He stepped close, eyes sparkling as your breach caught and you stared up at him in a mixture of fear and awe.

"You can keep coming here if you want, sweetness," he murmured, gently stroking your warm cheek with his knuckle. Then he leaned in close, so his next words filled your ear, "But really, at the end of the day, and especially after this, you should be worshiping at my altar."

Grinning, he pulled back and stole an obscenely thorough kiss from your parted lips. Then he shot you a wink, disappeared before your eyes, and left you standing there half-naked with his cum cooling on your thighs and the copper tang of your own blood staining your tongue.

WAIT. I KIND OF LOVE THIS??

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Eeeeee I can’t wait for part 2

Deal with the Devil

Pairing: Robert Pronge x Fem!Reader Word Count: 723 Summary: He appears at the eleventh hour, when you're most desperate and just about to die. Warnings: Suggestive themes. Mugging. Violence/stabbing. Attempted murder. Blood. Soft!dark Robert. Dark/horror-esque elements.

A/N: I love this verse. The follow up is gonna be 🥴🌶️ Enjoy! ❤️

It all happened so fast.

One moment you were walking down the same dark street you had traversed a million times before, and the next you were being dragged into a dark, dingy alley by a guy twice your size.

You were terrified and so much smaller than him, your panicked struggles laughable, but it was the half-scream you got out piercing through the night that had him growling and slapping a big, grimy hand over your mouth.

“You’ll pay for that, bitch,” he snarled before you felt a blinding pain in your stomach, and then another, and another.

You gasped as he twisted the knife in your belly, but it sounded more like a gurgle as blood spluttered from between your lips and your vision started to skew.

Your mugger didn’t seem to care at all as you slid down the dirty brick wall and collapsed into a heap at his feet.

Muttering to himself, he rifled through your purse and wallet, clearing you out of all your cash and credit cards. A moment later, he was dragging you away from the wall and laying you out on the cold ground as he snatched away all of your jewelry and gave you a violent kick to your side for the underwhelming haul.

Black spots danced before your vision as you pressed your shaking hands to your stomach, feeling the warmth of your own life force leaving you in a hot, sticky river that grew bigger and bigger beneath you with each passing second.

You were silently crying, tears streaming down your cheeks and temples as you whimpered, most of you in shock despite the panicked voice in your head screeching that it didn’t want to die, that you would do anything to live—

Between one heavy, slow blink of your eyes and the next, a man appeared beside you.

He was dressed in all black as he slowly stepped over you then crouched low. His body heat was so hot and coming off of him in waves that you chirped in distress, because it felt like you were suddenly laying before a raging inferno.

“Mmm, you’ve certainly gotten yourself into a pickle, huh?” His voice was low and scratchy, his eyes unnaturally dark and gleaming in excitement as he drank in your terrified face.

“Please help me,” you whispered, coughing and tasting more blood flood your mouth as your body convulsed.

The man grinned at you, his teeth sparkly white and sharper than any human’s should be as he cocked his head at you.

“Oh, honey, my help comes at a pretty steep price.”

“Please,” you gasped, reaching for him, your blood-coated fingers visibly trembling as your eyes fluttered and the darkness closed in on you.

It was an odd sensation that had your eyes struggling to open one more time, and you felt everything inside of you turn to ice as you spied the man slowly sucking the blood from your fingers with a carnal groan.

When he realized he had your horrified attention, he winked at you, slowly dragging his tongue up your palm and watching as you shuddered and whined.

Huffing a laugh, he sank against you even more, pressing one big hand to the ground beside our head as the other gripped your chin and tilted your face up to his.

“Ask me to spare your life, sweetness, and know that you’ll owe me a debt if I do, and when I come to collect, there will be no one to help you then.”

You struggled to process his words, more aware of the visceral dread that consumed you in that moment than anything else, but then the fear of dying—and the agony burning through your body—won out.

“Please spare my life, please, please,” you began to cry, terrified of your life ending here and now, and in such a horrific way.

Humming, the man ducked low, his eyes firmly fixed on yours as he spoke and you felt the hot rush of his words against your lips. “You and your life belong to me now.”

He kissed you hard, uncaring of your startled gasp and whimper or the way you tried to recoil. He just deepened the kiss, holding you captive with one large hand against your cheek as his lips overwhelmed yours and his tongue shoved it’s always into your mouth.

And the last thing you remembered before everything went black?

The strange taste of sulfur on your tongue.

Eeeeep. Ngl I love this concept so much! Please take a moment to tell me what you think. Thank you so much for reading!

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