#now I need to make a separate masterlist for this universe 😝

[biteofcherry]

Let’s just say, for reasons, Leshy!Steve goes into a kind of rut when spring begins and everything starts to bloom 😏👀 How do you think that would play out for Reader?

😳🥴 You're killing me here, Siri! So I'm ruining you in return 😏

Entwined Main Story

Leshy!Steve Rogers x female reader

warnings: sort of monsterfucking (Steve is an eldritch entity); cockwarming; a different kind of bondage; rut/mating;

Each wet breath you wheeze out seems to twinkle like dust in a beam of sunlight.

The earth shakes lightly, growing warmer and damp; each rumble synced with spurts of cum filling your cunt.

You're not sure, if it's really happening, or if your overdosed on sensations brain created illusions. You knew there was ancient magic running through this forest through invisible veins, pulsing inside of you, too. And it all was connected to the god of the forest.

Who, at the moment, is deeply rooted inside of you in the most literal way.

As the first moon of May brought the coat of spring, it stirred something in Steve.

He always had this mysterious wildness to him, but it appeared to be unleashed now; bursting high and spreading wide, just as lilies of the valley did over one night.

You woke with his face buried between your thighs. Your legs were perfectly placed in the cradle of his antlers, spreading you obscenely to his thirsty mouth. And he drew your juices into a stream, rocking his hips into the bedding of green and moaning his need and pleasure onto your swollen folds.

When he rolled you onto your belly and put you onto your hands and knees, you barely had a moment to brace yourself. Steve breached you in a single thrust; his groan mixing with your cry.

Over the months he showed you gentleness of an experienced lover, who could shatter you into pieces and rebuild you again with slow, thorough love making; as well the untamed primal ways a body could be taken and filled, making you both embarrassed and craving more.

The way he's fucking you now, is something completely different. Wilder. Powerful, not only in his thrusts.

You're so full of him already and yet he seems to be squeezing you closer, wanting into you deeper.

You gasp, feeling a tickling sensation that spreads into soft caress on your body. All over you. When you look down, you see vines stretching from Steve's skin to grow and twine around your limbs.

They wrap around your thighs, over your belly and chest. Tying you to Steve's broad body and constricting any movement.

Only your arms are free.

You trace a trembling hand across your chest, but as your fingers dance over the little leaves, the vine swirls around your nipples, eliciting a new jolt of pleasure.

"Steve?" There's a tint of worry in your voice, but it's still a breathy moan from the sensations rolling through your body. "What's all this?"

You twist your arm behind you and reach your hand to his head, your fingers combing through the silky strands. You've caressed Steve so many times, you can touch him blind without hurting yourself on his antlers.

You've learned how to caress them, too.

"I need to be inside of you." Steve's voice echoes with something deep and old. Something very inhuman.

"You are inside of me-ah!" You can't help the loud keen as Steve shifts and his cock moves inside you again.

"Need more!" He snarls like a stag in rut.

One of his hands grips your vine covered breast, the other cradles your belly as Steve makes an abrupt change in positions.

He stands up. And your body, tied to him so closely with his vines, moves along with him.

Like a perfect cocksleeve.

Steve walks the few paces between your bed and the wide, golden beech tree; each step shifting his cock along your fluttering walls.

"Brace yourself," he growls, sneaking the hand that was on your belly lower and rolling your swollen clit between his fingers.

You comply, placing your hands on the trunk of the majestic tree. With a shout, you dig your fingertips into the harsh bark, as Steve starts bucking into you anew.