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Master List Updated 9-6-2020

This is series about Chris and Anastasia spending a night at EPCOT during the Food and Wine and what happens after that. (indicates smut ***)

This Series is now Complete

A Night to Remember ***

The Morning After ***

Afternoon Delight??? ***

Day Turns into Dusk ***

A Love to Last Forever (Preview)

A Love to Last Forever (Updated)

A Magical Wedding

A Loving Decision???

Can’t Help Falling in Love With You

How Do I Live ***

After All

Chris and Reader series

You just found out you won a fabulous NASCAR weekend at the Daytona International Speedway but old memories almost hold you back. You invite your online friends to join you for the weekend. At first you are all excited to know that the Grand Marshal will be Paul Rudd but then a change in plans might change how you look at NASCAR in a whole new way.

Speedway Love at 200 mph

You been through a lot this past year. And your Best friend Anna had invited you to come along with her to Boston, to clear your head. But what you didn’t know, is that your life will never be the same… for the better

A Second Chance

A Second Chance Chapter 2 Preview

A Second Chance (updated)

A Second Chance Chapter 3

A Second Chance Chapter 4

A Second Chance Chapter 5

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This is about how Chris and reader met because of Dodger I decided to make it into 2 parts. The 1st part of how Chris and the reader met, the 2nd part of their 2 weeks together in quarantine.

I think it would be fun to explore a new relationship and see what happens when they have to stay together for at least 2 weeks.

Just 2 Weeks

Just 2 Weeks Chapter 2 (contains smut)

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A/N- Here is a sneak peek of this new story that I have been thinking about for some time. I really don’t want to say to much so I don’t give anything away.

First Time Ever I Saw Your Face (preview)

First Time Ever I Saw Your Face (chapter 1)

First Time Ever I Saw Your Face (chapter 2)

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Scott Evans has been one of your best friends for the past 5 years. After you both become single, Scott convinces you to move to Boston to start a new life.Scott convinces Chris to allow you to stay with them feeling sorry you don’t have any family or friends here. Chris gratefully agrees seeing that he has plenty of room in his house. Little does Scott know you secretly have a crush on Chris but you don’t want anyone to know especially Chris.You are ready to begin your quarantine with the boys, thinking it won’t be so bad…then in walks Chris’ girlfriend and suddenly his enormous farmhouse is a little too cramped for your liking.

Three’s Company Chapter 1

Three’s Company Chapter 2 Preview

Three’s Company Chapter 2

Three’s Company Chapter 3

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You have to take your daughter to Boston for treatment. You will be staying at Christopher’s Haven for at least 6-8 weeks during that time. During a costume party, a chance meeting with your daughter and Chris Evans changes her life, but will it change yours too?

Isabella’s Dress

Chapter 2

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You just learned your uncle has past away and you return to back to Sudbury, Mass to give your final respects. Also, you are faced with some painful memories about a certain someone.

The Letter (Chapter 1)

New Series…Dark Steve and Dark Ransom

The Longing

In this, Steve and Ransom are twins with a deep dark secret that’s hidden in the walls of Hammond Castle. Nicky goes to visit you (reader) in Boston for a few weeks now that the pandemic is over (I wish). You decide to take her around sightseeing, one of them being Hammond’s Castle since you both love the medieval era. While there, something unusual happens to both ladies.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Stories for Challenges

Old Fashion Man

for @jtargaryen18 challenge

This takes place about six months after Captain America comes back from being frozen for 70 years in the year 2011.

With the help of Tony and the other Avengers, he is getting accustom with the year 2011, but Steve wants to take matters into his own hands. He decides one day to venture out to the New York Public Library near the Stark Tower to do some research the old fashion way since computers are still foreign to him.

Still aching over the lost opportunity to be with Peggy Carter, Steve meets the young, librarian assistant that gets him accustom with today’s society more than he likes.

The Look for @jtargaryen18 challenge

You best friends decide to drag you out for a night at a bar to listen to the hot trumpet player Nick Vaughan. You don’t want to go because you were still wallowing in self pity over your ex leaving you for another woman. Well all it takes is just “the look” to forget about the past.

Chapter 2 (preview)

Chapter 2

The Fashion Show for @jtargaryen18 challenge

Tony Stark tricks Steve Rogers into participating in a fashion show. At first Steve isn’t to keen on the idea until something or someone catches his eye.

One-Shot

Behind Closed Doors

This was based on a dream I had the other night, where the reader is late for her exam in her American History class. Her professor is extremely hot and is hot for reader. Professor Rogers gives reader an alternative to finishing her final exam.

Just Breathe

Summary: Today is the day of Dodger’s surgery, and Chris is a basket case to say the least. You try everything to cheer him up.

Thunder and Jazzy Hugs

Recently moving to Orlando with your boyfriend Nick Vaughn, you realize a childhood fear comes back during a storm. Nick comes home and calms you with jazz music and hugs.

Morning Emoji Fun

This just came to me this morning as I was lying in bed playing my Disney emojis on my phone. You decide to play a game of cat and mouse with Chris to see who will bend first. (contains smut)

The Unusual Birthday Gift

Plus-size reader has been dating Chris for a few weeks and wants to do something special for his 39th birthday. With the help of his sisters and brother, they help you find the perfect gift. However, you are terrified that when Chris learns your secret, he will not want to be with you anymore despite what you are about to lose. (contains smut)

Lazy Morning

Just a quick drabble of Chris and reader snuggled up on the couch…complete fluff

Just 2 Months

A/N: Well they say that “A pictures is worth a thousand words” so to say I was inspired by this picture is an understatement. I myself was laying in bed, just skimming through some pictures when I came across this one. Then proof a vision and a thought popped into my head. (smut assumed)

Snuggle

This is a short drabble for @captainsteveevans since she was not feeling well because of endometriosis. She requested that Andy would come and help her deal with the pain.

An Easter Story

A/N- This one shot is based on a real-life event, but to keep up the suspense I am not revealing it to the very end after the story.

Finally

This was a request from @blahblahblahblahhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Hi!! Love your writing! Are you accepting requests? If so, can you write one about Chris and his wife who are married for about 6 months or so. His mom is asking them when they are going to have a baby since he’s older than his wife. Chris then approaches his wife about it. You choose how it ends! Thank you! Stay safe and well!!

Football Babies

You go into labor while watching the NE Patriots game at home and there is no time to take you to the hospital…and you have a surprise for your husband, Chris (woman giving birth)

Kiss me Under the Cannoli

Chris invites you over to his mom’s house for Christmas Eve and things get interesting with a cannoli

One More Pose?!

You graduated from college with a degree in photography when you get your first big break…a photo shoot with none other than Chris Evans (includes smut)

Opa Belly Dancing

With it being Christmas soon, Angelina decides to go back home to Boston and spend some time with her family. Little did she know that I certain someone would come back into her life after 30 years due a video and an old friend. (includes smut)

Love on the Twelve Floor?

You checked into the Contemporary Resort at Disney World needed a long over due vacation and relaxation. Little did you know a quick smile from a mystery man would change your life forever.

Title Change from Love on the Twelve Floor? to Room 4848

Secret Admirer….Revised

You start as an intern for Chris and Mark’s website #A Starting Point” As you continue working for Chris, you both realize he has a secret admirer

A Sexy Pool Game

Summary: You and your boyfriend had a huge fight the night before, You wake to notice he is not in bed when you wake up. Your best friend convinces you to forget about him and come to her party and have some fun. You finally decide that is actually what you need. (includes smut)

My Requests the other’s have written

Missed You by @worksby-d

Would You by @notyetneedcoffee

I Need a Hug by @jtargaryen18

Will You Be Mrs. Evans by @iguessweallcrazyithinktho

Drabbles written for me

from @star-spangled-beard-burn

Yours from @joannaliceevans-fanficblog

Hot Sessions: In the Many Cave @nickysurfer28

Hot Sessions: Man Cave part 2 @nickysurfer28

Some Wonderful things on Chris

Chris “A Starting Point” article

Swoon Alert picture

https://denisemarieangelina.tumblr.com/post/189797417773/chris-and-christmas-tree

https://denisemarieangelina.tumblr.com/post/189797487958/scott-evans-at-home

https://denisemarieangelina.tumblr.com/post/189822867008/chris-evans-quotesenjoy

https://denisemarieangelina.tumblr.com/post/189822602258/jimmy-kimmel-live

https://denisemarieangelina.tumblr.com/post/189822591393/jimmy-kimmel-live

https://denisemarieangelina.tumblr.com/post/189822480623/jimmy-kimmel-live

https://denisemarieangelina.tumblr.com/post/189822436778/bts-captain-america-civil-war

https://denisemarieangelina.tumblr.com/post/189822363238/bts-civil-war

https://denisemarieangelina.tumblr.com/post/189822203118/chris-being-chris

https://denisemarieangelina.tumblr.com/post/189808468393/httpspinit3ppyc65c3gay5d-im-in-one-of-my

https://denisemarieangelina.tumblr.com/post/189797300778/chris-and-puppies

https://denisemarieangelina.tumblr.com/post/189783451878/luvinchrischris-evans-behind-the-scene-of

https://deidrashouseofpain.tumblr.com/post/190317101340/chris-talking-about-his-dog-east

https://denisemarieangelina.tumblr.com/post/190260038068/all-about-shirtless-chris-evans-2019-americas

Videos (some borrowed from other lovely people on here)

In bed scene

Chris scene in London/HOT

Make a Wish

Christopher’s Haven

Chris acting in Knives Out

Chris in What’s Your Number

Chris talks about his chest hairs

Chris in What’s Your Number/Avengers

Legend of Zelda

Dance and Grab my crotch/red belt

Sexy scene from London/Chris in a towel

Knives Out BTS

Team Cup Flip with Scott Evans

Scott Evans playing Flip It

Mark Wahlberg teaches Boston Slang

Chris is husband material/Whispers into Chris H ear

Before We Go interview

Interview on the Talk

Kiss in Playing it Cool

Ice Bucket Challenge

Eat Me Doritos

Gucci Guilty

Chris’ Dog East

Shirtless Chris

Chris in drag tv show

Interview What’s Your Number

Video of Chris

Defending Jacob Chris grabs his crotch

Best of Captain America

Avengers being Avengers

Avengers mean tweets

Chris wins Surf Board

Chris with Chris laughing too much

Chris gets in shape for Captain America

Chris in Playing It Cool/bowling balls

W magazine interview/Porn Name

W magazine interview/Captain America

Chris dancing at a Comic Con

Chris drunk during interview

Scene from Knives Out/Blue Sweater

Chris Evans Gay???

7 Things about Chris

Favorite GIF’s (some of these I copied from other lovely people on here…)

Velvet pants

Velvet pants 2

Chris dancing in private video

That Tongue/Disney 23

RSDR

Eyes/Eyelashes

Eat Me/Knives Out Cookies

That Blue Friggin Sweater

Ari in Denim

Ari flowing hair

Just pictures of Chris

The “F” Bomb

Kissing

Captain America/Winter Soldier

Chris thinking

Shower sex scene

Chris in London kissing scene

Chris in London

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Mobile Masterlist - Seb Stan, Chris Evans etc (AU’s & characters)

[ HENRY CAVILL MASTERLIST ]

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[Tom Hiddleston masterlist]

[Misc Masterlist (Vikings, Supernatural, Star Trek)]

[Moodboard Masterpost]

[ABO Masterlist]

[If You Go Down To The Woods Today Writing Challenge Masterpost]

[ Sebastian Stan Drabble Advent Calendar Masterlist 2017]

ALL SMUT UNLESS OTHERWISE SPECIFIED Click on the bold story name for oneshots or the chapter title for longer stories links.

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Chris Evans Masterlist 2

Welcome to my new Chris Evans masterlist! This is masterlist #2 for Chris with new writing as of 2022. Old Chris stories can be found on my original Chris masterlist here and has stories written between 2013 and 2020 before i took a break from writing him.

All stories below the cut and will be updated as and when new stories are posted. All will be smut unless otherwise stated.

My Henry Cavill masterlist can be found here.

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The Devil Inside

Summary: You work for the renown crime writing novelist Harlan Thrombey for some time. One day he asks you to help him mentor his trust-fund, arrogant grandson Ransom with his writing endeavors. Reluctant, you decide to help Ransom, but will you learn to regret it later.

Ransom Drysdale, reader, and Harlan Thrombey (Lucifer will be coming soon)

Warnings: None just yelling, being cocky (Ransom)…(other warnings as the chapters are created)

Words: 1157

A/N: Since I am recovering from my surgery, I have been binge watching shows on Netflix. So, I started watching Lucifer and thought about bring him and Ransom together. I am thinking about 3 or 4 chapters for this mini-series. I also used the song “Devil Inside” by INXS

I want to thank the following ladies for their help. First @waywardodysseys for taking the time to proofread this and help me with my mistakes,

Then @bellaireland1981 for reading and giving me your feedback.

Also @nickysurfer28 for brainstorming with me on how the next chapters should look like.

Infuriating would be the word that invades your head as you storm out of the office slamming the door behind you. How could he do that to you after all you have given him? The long hours, sometimes working 7 days a week, and now having to deal with his grandson…Ransom.

Ransom in layman’s terms is an eccentric, arrogant, unpleasant in nature spoiled brat, whose livelihood as a playboy is predicated on his family’s wealth. That said, he can be charming, charismatic, and polite when he wants to be, in order to get what he wants. Just thinking about working with him makes your blood boil over. Then again, he was sex on legs and it pains you to even think about the two of you getting down and dirty.

Granted it was a job of a lifetime working with the greatest crime writing novelist of your time…Harlan Thrombey. The way he could take simple words and make them jump off the page. The reader feeling each and every emotion until it became a part of you.

As you stir in your emotions and anger, you decide to go along with helping Ransom achieve his goal of trying to become a great writer like his grandfather. You take a deep breath getting your emotions intact as you turn to walk back into Harlan’s office. Just as you grab the knob, the door swings open and standing there in all his glory is Ransom. You stop in your tracks rolling your eyes at him just waiting for the rude comment that will be bellowing out of his mouth.

“Well, well, well. Isn’t it my grandfather’s right-hand gal? So, I guess we are going to be working together now. You going to show me all your tricks to make me a great writer like my grandfather. Then maybe afterwards I can show you some of my tricks sweetheart.”

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Down By The River, All Bloody and Wild

Hungry Like The Wolf Series Masterlist

No under 18s thank you

Summary: The world as they know it is about to be thrown off of its axel and equilibriums will shift as our Alpha and Omega endure their first heat-induced rut. Something is about to be awoken.

Pairing: Darkish!Steve Rogers/Reader; Dark Tony Stark/Reader

Warnings: Dub-Con, AU, Alpha Steve Rogers, Alpha Tony Star, Angst, A/B/O Themes, Smut (Vaginal Penetration), Unconsensual Voyeurism, Mentions of previous Dub-Con, Questionable A/B/O Lore, Rut/Heat Sex, Pet Names (Little Wolf, My Omega, Master), Dom/Sub Dynamics, Swearing, Unprotected Sex, Mentions of magical practices.

Word Count: 4k+ words

Notes: This is the sixth edition to Hungry Like The Wolf Series. I would recommend reading the first parts, however, if you're just here for some filthy sex, welcome. Thank you to @caffiend-queen for being the kindest and most patient beta who tirelessly read over my hectic wolf a/b/o lore notes. I'm pretty stoked to be here at this point in the story with the eggs all lined up and ready for the fire to burn hot.

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Part Six of Hungry Like The Wolf

The cabin is a hazy powder keg of whirling emotions and compounding scents; strong enough to nearly bring the tough Alpha to a stop as he steps over the threshold with the last load of groceries. It immediately fills his heart with an excitement and anxiety he hasn’t felt for the longest time.

Finally, by some miracle, you have come to this pinnacle and sacred moment in your relationship.

Making his way into the kitchen he hears you in the distance muttering with an irked inflection as you organise blankets in the laundry. No, you’re not chastising yourself, you’re in an argument with your inner wolf. Steve just smirks and begins to unload the box of goodies. This has become his favourite song, this snarky duet between you and the little ball of fluff you have not entirely welcomed into your heart. Secretly he hopes you both never lose your fire. He shouldn’t, it’s selfish of him he knows, but your passionate and stubborn disposition had been an unexpected delight after discovering you at the door to his cabin. It’s your fight that made him fall harder for you.

There isn’t much left to prepare, and if he had his way you’d be christening the dated couch, feasting on one another instead of setting up the cabin for your impending special week, but he has to be ready. He knows this.

You’re a frazzled, beautiful sight stomping from the laundry to the bedroom, your arms weighted with a mountain of blankets. It is clear that you are still deep in the depths of your gloom from this morning’s discussion about coming to the cabin, but the Alpha is confident he can pull you out of your bad mood with quick work with his tongue or fingers.

Patience, he reminds himself, his inner wolf nipping at him eagerly. There will be plenty of uninterrupted time for that, once he puts the groceries away and you’ve put the final touches to your nest. Although, up until this point he has been more than generously composed, suffering through four agonising days of building rut-like symptoms. He’s been a saint not to bend you over every piece of possible furniture and fuck you silly.

He’s methodical and punctilious in the way he arranges the groceries, pushing down the raging and heated thoughts involving old couches and table tops that threaten to boil over from the building simmer. Hydrating drinks are lined up in uniform in the fridge, protein bars are stacked in a specific cupboard drawer, and fresh fruit rests in baskets lining the bar, just like his old man had taught him all those years ago when he was preparing for his first rut.

This isn’t the first rut he will spend in the old, frequently used communal cabin; he’s well practised in preparing for the upcoming marathon he’s been eager and nervous to experience with you. This is the first rut he will spend with you, his Omega and your first time experiencing a rut-induced heat after all. He dare not admit his nerves bubble in the pit of his stomach and his inner Alpha is not pleased with his frayed nerves, although he’s sure that if you took a moment to really connect with your inner wolf she would tell you.

This has to go perfectly, he can’t afford for the tether between you both to fatigue any more than it already has since your surprise guest has made himself at home on Steve’s lands. The tether that binds your souls together, like wedding bands, that has never seen full strength as you’ve battled to accept your new life.

So instead, he puts on a brave face and goes about setting the cabin right, for when the time comes, neither of you will be in the right headspace to be searching for anything other than each other.

A flurry of excitement swells as he spies you fussing over the blankets and pillows on the bed. Steve has longed for this moment since he had claimed you as his own, sinking his teeth and cock into you after tearing your flimsy Little Red Riding Hood costume from your body. He can feel your apprehension and hunger duel, but he can sense your inner wolf gaining strength also. Giving in to your Omega side had been a silver lining to your wrought relationship in spite of your constant stubbornness and a certain nosey Alpha hanging around.

Steve pushes the thought of Tony to the side, he must focus on the here and now, you are protected here. This is an important milestone in your relationship, as it is in any Alpha and Omega coupling. He is well aware that the likelihood of you falling pregnant is low. That is a bridge you are so reluctant to cross - he first needs to earn your trust…

“Bed is all made,” you huff, throwing yourself down onto the bar stool dramatically, exhausted from the hectic and strained morning.

Steve smirks, his inner Alpha now at ease with your Omega inner wolf as they curl up together. “And the kitchen is all set,” he says before going to the fridge to retrieve you a beer and sitting on the stool beside you. “To teamwork and a whole lot of good old-fashioned sex.”

You clink bottles before taking well-deserved greedy sips.

“So now what? We just wait for you to start rutting and get horny like a caveman and then it’s on like Donkey Kong? You’re not going to actually turn into Donkey Kong, are you? I’m really not into that.” Your Alpha just snorts and you roll your eyes playfully in response, enjoying this impish banter you both yearn to get to more. “I’m sorry I’m not an experienced rut whore like yourself, I need you to tell me what to expect, Master.”

“It will be no different to your heat, my sweet Little Wolf, except my rut should encourage your heat to start. There will be lots of hot, passionate sex and intense knotting.” He runs his hands softly over your hair, caressing your cheek as he draws a path down your skin. “And when we aren’t fucking each other stupid, we will sleep and hydrate to regain our energy. And then fuck again and again and again until my rut is fulfilled and you’re full to the brim with my come,” he purrs punctuating each “again”, popping the buttons open on your shirt. His thumb idles over the curve of your lips. “Once we’ve had our fill, the pack will hold a feast in our honour on these sacred grounds and we will celebrate strengthened bonds of Alpha and Omega just as others have before. It’s the way things are done in these parts.”

You hum and soften under his touch, your little wolf smugly sighing as you give into the sensation. “And tell me again why we couldn’t just do this in the comfort of our own house instead of some lumberjack sex dungeon in the middle of nowhere where you’ve screwed other women in?”

“Lumberjack sex dungeon?”

“You heard me,” you smirk cheekily before taking a generous drink from the bottle.

Steve presses heated lips to yours, the taste of sweet IPA lingering on your lips, breathing in your sweet scent. “They say this cabin is protected by old magic. It will shield us and the pack whilst I’m indisposed fucking my glorious Omega and making her see stars. I also don’t think you’d appreciate us destroying the bedroom as is very likely to happen in the heat of the moment.” Heated eyes sparkle as he observes you closely. “This is an awful lot of fuss over a small change of scenery, Little Wolf. You’re not jealous of my past with Sharon are you?”

Learning about your Alpha’s previous rut trysts and being forced to spend your first time together in the same bed he has fucked the stupidly beautiful Omega blonde had not been easy. Yes, you are insanely jealous. Deep down you understand that she was nothing more than a means to an end; Alphas cannot spend their ruts without a partner, it’s dangerous and puts the pack in jeopardy. Yet, you are still a mostly human being with complicated feelings, and your skin heats at the thought of Steve fucking her on your bed. It ruffles your little wolf’s fur, too, finally something you both have in common.

You scoff, carding your hands through his long locks and holding his gaze. You’re not going to give him the satisfaction of letting him know you’re a little bitter. “Sharon who? Don’t know her. But someone is feeling very confident in their performance. I’m going to be incredibly disappointed if you don’t meet my now very high expectations, Alpha.”

In an instant the tall blonde is towering over you, his tongue caressing your lips as he holds yours tightly against his hard body. “Have I ever disappointed you?”

Your body burns under his touch and gaze as he encourages you to turn and face him, stepping between your spread thighs. The air fizzles and comes alive around you as you rest your hand on his chest, any smart retort now incinerated in the swelling energy. His woody scent is electric and the beating of his heart echoes through your veins.

“It’s happening,” Steve hums seeing the confusion in your eyes as you examine his honey skin as the air glows lightly around you both. “The ancients are listening, my love. Our connection is building a tether between your heat and my rut hormones.”

Closing your eyes, you can practically see the different elements of his spicy scent. Coffee beans, Tonka, sandalwood… You are overcome with the soft fur of his inner wolf against yours, your body alight with heat and pleasure. The man is barely touching you and you feel so close already.

“You don’t really believe in this witchy culty old magic bullshit do you?”

Your Alpha chuckles deeply, cupping your face tenderly and holding his lips a mere breath from yours. “I didn’t believe in it for the longest time but then you stepped onto this land and into my heart. I feel the energy in the earth shift and my inner wolf grows stronger with you. I have never felt more alive than when I am with you. Our pack has never been stronger.” Your heart warms and your inner wolf seeps deeper into your soul. “I don’t know if it is witchy culty old magic bullshit, but I know you were meant for me and I am meant for you.”

“Holy shit, you stupid sap.” The walls breaking down, you kiss him fiercely, taking the strong Alpha by surprise.

Not one to give over control, Steve grips your ass and draws you up as though you are as light as a feather. Obediently, you wrap your legs around his muscular hips, allowing him to lead the kiss and carry you over to the kitchen table.

You will never understand his fascination with destroying what little clothes you have, but he does, taking great delight in the sound of ripping fabric. If it were up to him, you’d always be naked. It takes the rugged man little effort for the oversized plaid shirt to fall to the floor, quickly followed by your leggings. Pity, you had been quite attached to the shirt.

Nonetheless, you are uncharacteristically pliable in his non-verbal demands, turning away from him and placing your hands on the hardwood of the table as directed. Your inner wolf purrs in response to your submissive display, in turn presenting herself to Steve’s own, the vision you have of her disappearing as you surrender to her.

Ever since your small breakdown after visiting Dr Banner, the subsequent destruction of a month’s crop of watermelon, and your surrender to the soft ball of Omega wolf in the pit of your soul, you’ve been more amenable to the Alpha who had turned your world upside down all those months ago. Giving in to her had been a blessing in disguise.

With ease, Steve grips your leg and tugs your leg up onto the table and urging you to bend your knee and keep it there. Utterly exposed to him, you’re at his complete mercy as you hear him fumble impatiently with his jeans’ zipper, before shrugging them down to his ankles. All the while his free hand cups your bare breast, squeezing your tender flesh and pinching your sensitive nipples.

Down the soft flesh of your inner thigh, the tell-tale trickle of slick arousal descends and your blood begins to boil.

“Give in to the heat my little wolf,” Steve begs with heavy desperation, teasing his cock through your wet folds, whetting you, as he pulls your back to rest against his and draws you into the filthiest, tongue-driven kiss. “Let the heat consume you and let me take care of you.”

Your chest heaves with anticipation, a quivering mewl escaping your lips as the tip of his cock teases your slick entrance and heat begins to pulsate through your pores.

“Promise me you’ll be gentle with me,” you beseech him, giving him a small glimpse at the crack in your concrete-like facade. “Please.”

“Anything for you, my love,” he whispers tenderly, edging his cock through your folds and entering you, catching the starved squeal you emit with his plump lips, your walls stretching to accommodate his thick length.

You feel so complete as he stills deep in your channel, the edge of his knot pulsating rapidly already against your flesh as he leads a heady kiss. It feels like coming home, wrapped safely in his arms like you finally belong… you feel complete.

“I’m going to take the best care of my sweet Omega,” Steve purrs, his fingers descending over your curves and coming to a halt over your clit. “Give in and let me show you how good it feels to be mine.” You hum as his hand emanates heat against your skin, his other hand coming to gently wrap around your neck. “Use your words, sweetheart. Give yourself to me, tell me you trust me. I can’t unless I have your permission.”

The sensation of his thumb caressing the mating mark sends waves of pleasure and heat coursing through your veins. Warm slick comes fast as you feel your heat hormones intensify under his touch.

“Take me Alpha, I’m yours.”

He gently prompts you to lean forward, to lean your hands on the table, his lips hot on your already blazing skin as he links his fingers with you. “I love you,” he whispers against your ear, slowly pulling his hips back, his thick cock dragging along your walls in the most delicious and mind-fucking way. “Mine.”

It’s jarring, the rough way he grips the back of your neck as he purposefully fucks you with intention. Slow, methodical thrusts, ensuring you feel every single inch of his cock dragging against your slick walls. His thumb caresses the raised still tender scar, the mating mark he had forged on your skin claiming you for his own. His elevated heartbeat pulsates through his searing skin into you, delightfully discordant against yours.

Your head is already swimming in a volatile swell of pleasure and engulfing heat hormones. Perhaps it’s the buzz, perhaps you’re imagining things as you drown in the fuzzy waves, but the air seems to come alive around you.

The grain of the dark wood table becomes clearer before you, warming and vibrating under your hands.

The heady, earthy scent of the hand snaking around from your neck to your lips is electric, each note of coffee, sandalwood, and agarwood more precise, more defined as he encourages his finger into your mouth.

Humming against the digit, you lick and suck greedily as he snaps his hips with the precision of a marksman. His skin slaps purposefully against your sensitive clit, already swelling and desperate as you cede to the boiling heat hormones.

His grunts and snarls grow more savage with each advance of his hips, his knot inflating.

“I need to see your face when you come, sweet wolf mine,” Steve growls with urgency, his hands quickly drawing you back.

“I’m yours.”

It’s all a blur, the empty feeling of his cock pulling from you followed by needy, desperate whines as he turns you around, resting your ass on the edge of the table. You barely register the stretch of your muscles as he pulls them up against his chest, throwing them over his shoulder as his cock glides home once again. Resting back onto your hands, his hands are quick to draw your face into a heady kiss, steadying your shaken equilibrium.

He’s so improbably deep, the tip of his cock jutting against your clandestine jewel and his knot teasing your folds as he wraps an arm around your back.

“You’re so close, sweet wolf.” He’s right, you’re teetering on the edge of the precipice, peering into the abyss of light and energy. “Come around my cock, my love, surrender to me.”

Amidst the overwhelming wash of heightened emotions and heat, you come to the realisation that you are the source of his rut. Consent - the imbroglio catalyst of your relationship. It’s the grey elephant in the room that is your bond you have both skirted around since your unsolicited introduction into your hidden past, true identity, and apparent love of your life.

Now, the power lay in your hands.

Blistering light and explosive heat and emotions overflow, creating a deep connection between you both as you come, your walls shuddering around his thick cock. Your Alpha grips you tight, filling you with hot ropes of come, his knot taking with force as you lock eyes.

Around you, the room quakes and bursts with energy, filtering through your veins and deep into the earth beneath the cabin.

It’s all a blur, the heat taking over you, the rut claiming Steve with all its might as the world around you shifts and is rocked to its core. All you can do is be overtaken, your walls shuddering as you finally and wholly surrender to the Omega within you, to the Alpha before you, and all that surrounds you.

Unbeknownst to you, you are not the only ones to feel the earth move.

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He can’t be sure if it’s the sweet summery scent of orange flower and waterlily that draws him from his slumber or the earthquake-like rumble in the earth beneath him, but Tony knows at this moment he must listen to the call. Quick to rise, he doesn’t bother to dress and ventures out into the woods in naught but his underwear.

Somewhere deep in the heart of the peaks and valleys of this abundant and rich land, he finds the cabin; the sweet floral and citrus scent calling to him and leading him here. Nestled beside an expansive lake that shimmers under the bright light of the moon, the cabin stands; veins of flowing rivers and babbling creeks running from the fertile water and throughout the property.

This is the omphalos of the pack. It feeds and nourishes everything this pack relies on to live.

That is why this mating cabin was built here.

But there’s something amiss to Tony. Something he has not felt before on these lands.

There’s old magic about.

For miles roots encircle the cabin, shielding mating couples as they endure rut-induced heats. The Parker/Stark pack have similar customs, though instead of magic, wolves stand guard.

The air is alive with the protective aroma of mint, chilli, garlic, thyme, and rocket. He spies mason jars scattered along the ghostly wall of magic blocking his way. The tell-tale signs of piss-coloured liquid, rusting nails and a thick layer of dark red sludge sitting at the bottom of the jar remind Tony of the witch bottles his mother used to line their perimeter with, to ward off the evil spirits lurking in the shadows.

But this is child’s play magic.

No, deep within the soil and earth lies another type of magic. Ancient magic. It fizzles and vibrates from the down below, growing from the cabin.

It’s the kind of old magic that spilt from the ground as it formed, embedding itself deep within its bed and atoms. The kind of old magic that normal folk have to make deals with, make sacrifices to appease the old spirits that call this land home.

It’s the kind of old magic his mother had warned him to stay away from as a wee pup.

It stops him dead in his tracks before he can step within the ground-deep protected, sacred circle. This magic talks to the trees and the animals, warning them of their intruder - alerting them to be at the ready. He can feel the warning spreading through his veins like hot oil.

This ancient land on which he stands is awakening like spring has been birthed from the dead ground of winter, brought on by this ancient magic. Something has awoken the old magic. The woods are alive around him; birds singing, wolves howling, and trees moaning as they soak up the nutrient soil pulsating with the energy that beats from the heated cabin. The vibrations travel far beyond him and the ground shifts as buds sprout from the earth.

“Well I’ll be damned,” he mumbles, kneeling to the ground and running his hands over a bed of fresh daisy buds that had not been there before.

Closing his eyes, he tunes in to the fine frequencies surrounding him, imagining the warmly lit cabin protected by old magic and earthy herbs. A smirk forms on his lips as he feels the aged wood under his fingertips.

So the old magic isn’t all that strong after all.

He’s not really standing beside the cabin, not in body anyways, but he can see, touch, and smell everything there. Every element is more alive around the exterior of the cabin. He can taste the sweet lemon on his lips, his mouth salivates at the warm scent of coffee emanating from the husky Alpha inside. Sandalwood and apple dance along his tongue as he drowns in the heavy scent of vanilla and Tonka beans.

Your breathy mewls caress his skin as he draws closer to the bedroom window. And his blood boils as he dares to peek inside, his fists clenching as he spies your slick-stained thighs shaking around your Alpha’s waist, breasts bucking tantalisingly. Steve snaps his hips as he fucks you deeply, your ass bouncing against his thighs as he encourages you to ride him.

The energy is electric and Tony is cemented to the earthy ground beneath him as he watches you both, the air dancing with fireflies all around him. Even as you kiss, all teeth and clashing tongues, your voice is like a lullaby to your captive audience. He can feel your tongue against his as you give in to your Alpha’s demanding kiss. He can sense your breath against his lips as you mewl and cry against Steve.

It’s clear as a bright summer’s day that you’ve been fucking for hours now, the sheets ripped to shreds and your skin glistening with sweat, the exhaustion clear in your tired but hungry whimpers.

The blonde Alpha cards his fingers through your hair and draws you back, before baring his teeth into the soft tissue of your mating mark. Tony growls low, his toes curling into the soft earth as you clench and come around his nemesis’ cock. His inner-Alpha, all black and rage, snarls and snaps as Steve’s knot claims you, filling you deep with hot seed.

You are his. You belong to him, not the dumb blonde who wears the fake crown of Alpha. It should be his mating mark you bear on your neck, not Steve’s.

In the mix of choler and malice, the dark Alpha is ripped from the cabin, returning to his body. His eyes open to the sight of the little daisy buds, dead at his heels. Curiously, still seeping with birse, he collects the wilting and dark buds, crushing them in his hand.

So the prophecy is true.

Now his work truly begins.

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Barber & Weiss Masterlist

Barber & Weiss (Andy Barber x Reader x Mike Weiss) In Progress

Warnings: Expletive use. References to drug dealing, drug use, and embezzlement. Dubious consent, mild coercion, sexual blackmail, contract for sex as repayment, theft. Explicit sex. Multiple partners.

Summary: You run the office at Barber & Weiss and love your job and employers. When your drug-dealing boyfriend gets in trouble with a loan shark, you’re hesitant to embezzle money from the law firm to bail him out. But he promises you he’ll be able to return the money quickly, before someone notices it’s gone. What’s going to happen to you when your boyfriend is arrested and your bosses know about your theft?

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

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Naughty Ransom Holiday Tales Masterlist

Naughty Ransom Holiday Tales* (Ransom Drysdale x Reader (Marta’s sister)) In Progress

You’re Marta’s younger sister and you encountered Ransom Drysdale, grandson of Harlan Thrombey, and trust-fund playboy extraordinaire. Over three holidays, Ransom develops an unhealthy interest in you but you reject his advances.

When he becomes the top suspect in the death of his own grandfather, he decides to get the hell out of dodge.He still has one card to play against Marta. What would she give to get you back when he takes you?

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Burnin’ For You

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Little Wing

Christmas Shopping

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

12 Days of Christmas: You’re Mine

Chapter 12

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An Indecent Proposal: The Paris Exchange

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An Indecent Proposal Masterlist

No under 18s thank you

Summary: He finally has his prey in his grasp. Now it's time to shake her world to its core.

Pairing: Dark!Steve Rogers/Reader/Bucky Barnes (No Stucky)

Warnings: AU, smut, ANGST, veiled threats, Dark Steve Rogers, Silver fox Steve Rogers, Sexual Coercion, SMUT (I know I've put that twice but guys... SMUT), dubious consent

Word Count: 3k+

Notes: This series of one-shots will be published out of order and can be read in any order you like. Thank you @caffiend-queen for beta’ing and hand holding, and drinking in the bath. This literally wouldn’t be without you. Thank you @angrybirdcr for the GORGEOUS manip of Andy Barber - ooofff what a silver fox.

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The inky tarmac sparkles under the lights of the runway on fresh rain droplets as the private plane ascends into the dark clouds looming over New Jersey. Steve watches you closely as you longingly look through the window, trying to ignore the aloof CEO; the tense silence obviously crawling over your skin.

He smirks, your brows furrowing as the clouds finally obscure your sight of a fuming Bucky. The image of you both clinging to each other on the private tarmac is one that will remain with him, feeding his desires and pleasing him greatly. He couldn’t hear what you whispered to one another, but neither of you hid your displeasure in your departure. The angry tears that blossomed in the brunette’s eyes as he glared at Steve, the CEO’s hands brushing your cheek before you ascended the stairs into the private plane. The vitriol that shone through classy concrete eyes was delicious and fuelled the silver fox.

A part of Steve is disappointed that he won’t get to see Bucky’s face when he opens the freshly delivered bottle green envelope filled with the young man’s deepest, darkest secrets. It was a delightful noose he had stumbled upon to hang the bright fool with, however, the older man would be in Paris ruining you for other men. That he would take great pleasure in. That and breaking the news to you at a time of his choosing, not Bucky’s.

You stoically ignore the older man for the entire flight to Paris. Though it’s not your intention, this only serves to fuel his desire to utterly destroy you over and over again before delivering you back to your simpering boyfriend.

*****

The bathroom is every bit as opulent as the rest of the townhouse. Stepping onto the pristine white marble tiling, you’re surprised to feel the warmth beneath your bare feet. Your heart sinks as you turn to lock the bathroom door only to discover there isn’t one.

You have no idea how long Steve intends his run to be and the thought of him barging into the bathroom unsettles you greatly. However, having spent nearly ten hours on the jet, you long to stretch out the tight muscles under the heat of the rain shower and cleanse yourself of his intense stare.

There’s also the very cold reality that he will see you naked at some point on this trip. Whether you like it or not.

Turning on the water in the pristinely clean shower, your eyes are drawn to the orderly row of expensive-looking bottles on the inbuilt shelf. Officine Universelle Buly. Quickly googling the brand, your stomach turns at the price tag.

“I’m not your expensive whore,” you said through gritted teeth, forcing your way through the worn toiletries bag on the countertop and locating the new bar of soap Bucky had bought for you at Costco. Bringing the white bar to your nose, you take in the heady scent you know to be him, even since college. Fighting back a sudden rush of tears, you force yourself to strip yourself of your travel clothes and step under the steamy water.

You work on autopilot, scrubbing yourself raw with Bucky’s soap, burying his scent in your pores as you desperately try to focus on anything but the lavish townhouse in Paris or its owner. Your heart is heavy, dropping to your stomach as you worry about what the narcissistic silver fox has in store for you.

Through the billowy clouds of steam, you hear the familiar ping of an incoming call. You know it’s Bucky and your heart drops. Shutting off the water, you quickly pull on the light cotton robe hanging beside the shower and grab your phone before hurrying into the bedroom to answer it.

“Hey.” His voice is haggard and immediately your stomach turns.

Taking a deep breath, swallowing down the oncoming tears, you focus on calming his fears. “Hey, baby. It’s so good to hear your voice.”

“Has he…” Bucky can’t bring himself to say it, instead, the air hangs heavy with silence.

“No,” you finally breathe, your lip wobbling as the cracking equilibrium you’ve been desperately holding onto crumbles around you. You have to put on a brave voice, for Bucky. “I miss you.”

The conversation is stilted and terribly uncomfortable as you both dance around the elephant in the room - the inevitable ticking time bomb waiting to explode. Instead, you lie about how terrible the food on the private jet was, not that you had taken a single bite. Bucky lies and tells you about his adventure to the supermarket when in reality he had huddled under the blankets of your bed crying until his chest hurt.

He makes you promise to call him later that night, your hands shaking as you end the call.

Needing to exorcise yourself of the overwhelming nervous energy, you throw on Bucky’s oversized Howling Commandos t-shirt and sweatpants. Going in search of some much-needed liquid courage, you venture out of the safety net of the bedroom and make your way into the cold and quiet townhouse.

Much like everything in Steve’s life, the rooms are opulent and barren of life and joy. It makes you ache for the comfort of your beaten down and much-loved apartment and Bucky. However, a pang of empathy bubbles and builds as you take in your frosty surroundings.

Finding a bottle of chilled tequila in the lavish drinks refrigerator, you help yourself to a generous swig. Daring to explore further, you make your way around the lush rooms. There are no personal photographs or nick-nacks to be found.

Does Steve not have a family? Friends? Does he not have a life outside of his job or ruining yours and Bucky’s life for that matter?

The tequila burns in your empty stomach as you help yourself to more, coming to a stop outside the colossal sage green doors. Opening the door to the majestic bedroom, you flummox. The last time you had gone probing in Steve’s bedroom you’d crossed a blurry line of right and wrong, watching the beautiful blonde man play the woman like a sex fiddle from your hiding spot in the bathroom.

Curiosity mixed with the tequila found you stepping over the threshold, despite your better judgement. Immediately you are overcome with his earthy, spicy scent. The bed is pristine; not a thread out of place on the overpriced sheets.

Your heart catches in your chest as your eyes come to rest on the lone photo frame hung on the wall beside the bed. The woman, beautiful and bubbly, smiles at the camera. She has Steve’s eyes. Your fingers caress the cool glass as you examine her closely without realising.

Suddenly, your attention is pulled from the photo as you hear the front door open. Hastily, you make an exit from the room and hide in the refuge of the bedroom you had been sent to, the bottle of tequila stashed away in the closet for later. You hold your breath as you hear him approach, momentarily stopping outside your door perhaps listening for you. The breath that escapes your lips as he retreats to his own room is shuddery and painful.

How are you going to survive this living hell?

The hours creep by as you refuse to move from the bed, listening to Steve slowly make his way around the hallways as a team of chefs prepare dinner in the kitchen. You dare not though, in some vain attempt to delay the inevitable.

As the warm sun starts its descent for the evening, a soft knock draws you from your dark thoughts. He enters the room and you cannot catch your breath. Cold cobalt eyes drink you in as he draws near. The mattress shifts as he sits close, too close for comfort, his skin a breath away from yours, placing three expensive-looking boxes onto the bed beside him.

“Did you have a good nap?” The silence is so cold with your refusal to look at him. Your skin crawls as he runs his fingers over your cheek. “You can’t give me the silent treatment this whole trip, sweetheart, that wasn’t part of the deal.”

If you could have, you would have gotten up and left the room however you were frozen. “Can we please just get it over with?”

He sighs heavily, cupping your cheek and drawing himself closer. “If I wanted a fuck toy I would have paid for one of Natasha’s girls. I don’t want a whore, I want you. Now, be a good girl, put on these clothes and some makeup and meet me in the kitchen in twenty minutes. That’s an order.” You can’t breathe. “Of course, if you don’t want to play along I will call this whole thing off and I’m sure Bucky will be more than willing to foot the bill for you to fly home to New York. Shame neither of you will be able to afford to keep a roof over your heads by the time I’m done…”

You snap your head towards the devilishly handsome older man. “You’ve made your point.”

Steve smirked, his jaw clicking as he took in your closed-off demeanour. “Not too much makeup, I don’t want you looking like a cheap slut. And wash off that discount soap stench.”

The desire to break the lavish lamp over his head is strong as you watch him leave the bedroom, closing the door behind himself.

Despite the threat looming over your head, the twenty minutes flash by. Standing before the bathroom mirror, you can barely bring yourself to look in the reflection. Holding the small expensive tube of lipstick, your hands shake violently. The heady, suffocating scent of Steve’s perfume selection chokes the air as you struggle to bring the lipstick to your mouth.

Fat tears threaten to spill as you internally talk yourself out of calling Bucky in your panic. You cannot stress him more than he already is…

So lost in the raging war going on inside yourself you barely register the bathroom door opening behind you. Your eyes lock in the mirror as the door suddenly closes with a bang.

“I’m sorry… I…” you stutter, the lipstick falling from your hands and bouncing noisily in the sink.

The hum that emanates from between his plump lips makes your heart beat fast and he slowly stalks you. Trapped between the broad man and the marble sink you cannot breathe. Locked in his intense gaze, deft hands slowly explore your exposed skin.

The slinky silk slip leaves little to the imagination, skimming your curves and breasts, sitting just above your knee. The price tag had made you nauseous as you had taken the delicate garment from the box.

“You are testing my patience,” he purrs against the crook of your neck, reaching around you and dancing his fingers along the delicate skin of your shoulder. “You look good enough to eat, my sweet.” He gently coaxes you around to face him, his thick body pinning you against the cool marble. “Almost perfect.” Snaking his arm around your waist, fingers teasing the curve of your ass, he grabs the lipstick from the sink and slowly paints your lips. Gently, he runs his ring finger over your lips, smoothing out the sweetly scented colour. Leaning forward he gently whispers in your ear, “Now you’re perfect. Just the way I want you.”

Silently and obediently, you follow him into the kitchen, now warm with lit candles and the inviting scent of warm food, soft jazz playing in the background. Your stomach turns, equilibrium-shifting violent turns, as his hands linger on your waist, guiding you to sit at the perfectly dining table. He pauses for a moment, running his thick fingers across your bare neck and shoulder, making a show of breathing in your scent before sitting on the chair beside you. He’s too close for comfort and you can’t breathe from the overwhelming pulses of dominance he emits.

The heavy, rich food sits uneasy on your stomach; a dangerous mix of anxiety and your captive audience making the simple task of eating the delicious food almost impossible. You are grateful that whoever Steve had brought in to cook has gone, you couldn’t bear the thought of his deft hands on you in front of strangers.

His touch is unapologetic as you force the colourful food down; hot and incessant against your fragile and over-sensitive skin. The small smirk on the corner of his mouth is easily discernible each time you raise a shaky hand to your lips.

Your plate clear, he suddenly takes your hand in his. “Dance with me.” It’s a command, not a request.

There’s something possessive in the way he holds you, leading you through each beat of the death-dance you perform. His lips remain a hair's-breadth from your skin as he locks you in a steely gaze.

His lips gently descend upon yours, and for a moment you contemplate tearing yourself away and locking yourself in the sanctuary of whatever room has a lock in this god forsaken hell hole of a townhouse. But, the threat burns your lips like the intensity of his kiss.

So you give in to the heady lips devouring your own, sweet with the expensive bourbon he had slowly sipped on with dinner. The slip of his tongue in your mouth is insistent and dominating and his grunt evidence of your pleasing mewl as he squeezes your ass through the silk of your dress.

“Upstairs.”

You are surprised when he leads you through the cool townhouse and into his bedroom, his tongue and hands never ceasing their oppressive control. Hungry eyes balloon as he absorbs in your chest, heaving greedily for breath, before two thick hands tear the silk dress in two. The sound is sickening.

With barely a moment to compose your warring thoughts, you find yourself pushed onto the bed and the imposing older man looming over you.

“Lean back and spread your legs.” His voice is gruff and full of heat and you can’t help but obey. “That’s a good girl,” he hums darkly, his eyes slowly drawing over your body as he starts to undress.

The heat rises in your cheeks and you are embarrassed by the obvious pool of arousal slowly trickling. You should not be turned-on by this brute but as he deliberately reveals his exquisitely toned body it is increasingly more difficult to deny how attractive he is.

The pièce de résistance is his very long and thick cock, hardening in his hand as he rubs himself. Given his age, you had not expected this… yes, you have seen him shirtless but in the low light of the bedroom lamps there is something otherworldly about him.

Where Bucky is soft, long and lithe, his body a beautiful canvas of colour and light, Steve is hard, thick and honey.

“Do you like what you see, Princess?”

The question throws you from your unstable counterpoise but before you can stop yourself you release a breathy “yes”.

“Yes, Sir,” he corrects you darkly, his free hand gripping your chin firmly.

Much to his undeniable delight, you quiver, “Yes, Sir.”

He hums, almost mockingly with a sing-song timbre. “Yes, Sir. It sounds good coming from your lips as I’m sure will the sweet song you will sing as I make you come and fill you up like you need. You’re going to learn what it’s like to be fucked by a real man, not a boy.”

You bite back the barrage of tears that threaten to fall as he dares to bring up Bucky in this vile moment, tainting the blockade you try to hide him behind on your mind. You need to keep him separate but it is clear that the silver-fox has any intention of reminding you why you’re here.

“Let’s see how talented you are with that pretty mouth of yours,” he drawled deeply, his thumb creeping over your lips. “Lean forward and open wide.”

Obediently, you do as he says, trying to steady the nauseating waves doing its best to destabilise you with deep breaths. Not only is he thick, but his cock is heavy on your tongue. Clean and salty with pre-cum, Steve is purposeful as he fucks your mouth.

Perhaps you can make him come now and it will be over and done with but it is to no avail. Instead, he relishes in your husky moans and hollowed cheeks, seeing straight through your feeble attempts to end this.

He pulls out suddenly with a pop, quick to taste himself on your lips and tongue, caging your face between his strong hands. “I could do this all day,” he growls, swiping his thumb over his weeping crown before rubbing his slick over your tongue. “Now it’s my turn to have a taste.”

You feel him move, the bed dipping beside you as he creeps onto the bed. Fat tears finally fall as he situates himself with his back against the soft headboard, spreading his legs wide and cocksure. Eyes fixed into the bland wall before you, your mind races. This is wrong, so very wrong. You long for Bucky and his gentle hand. His soft, tender…

“You’re starting to test my patience, Princess.”

Angrily wiping away the tears, you force the emotional wall up. Your fear and furor will do you no good, they won’t help Bucky in this losing battle.

Acquiescent, you are pulled onto his lap, his cock sitting mere inches from your warm centre. A thick arm wrapped around your back, he examines you. It is stiflingly intimate, the way his hand caresses your naked flesh, drawing over your nipples and curves.

He draws you into a heady and hazy kiss, his hands encouraging your hips forward, dragging your wet lips over his hard length. Your force down the lovely memory of riding Bucky in the back of the car late one night in the woods.

“So wet for me, Princess,” he huskily mewls against your lips. “Your body betrays your true feelings. Let’s see if you taste as good as you look.”

The whole world spins as his hands connect with your ass and he pulls you up, forcing you to hang your legs over his shoulder. He is unbelievably strong for his age, holding your pussy up to his face as you grip onto the bed sheets for dear life, your back barely touching the mattress between his legs. It only whirls and pivots further as his tongue greedily swipes along your folds.

He is unapologetic in his gluttony, growling and moaning against your sensitive flesh as he feasts on you. You can’t stop the katzenjammer that falls from your lips. The position is sinful and baring in a way that makes you want to die on the inside, however, as he alternates kitten licking your clit and fucking you with his deft tongue, you can only spread your legs more.

The vibrations from his voice are better than any toy, the way his soft beard brushes against your sensitive skin is pure heaven. Your toes curl as he sucks on your clitoris, humming deeply for good measure.

It’s all so overwhelming, the delicious drag of his tongue, his face literally buried between your thighs as his hands grip your ass… it’s enough to throw you over the edge into the abyss of your orgasm. And he holds you down there, suffocating and drowning, as his tongue refuses to cease its stirring until you're lax and gasping greedily for air. Your head swims in a woozy chasm, even as he lowers you to the bed, his fingers replacing his tongue and teeth, caging into the soft sheets of the bed.

“A fucking delicacy,” his suspiration caresses the base of your neck, his tongue dancing along your skin. Your wrists sit in the palm of his head above your head as he coaxes your knees apart. “And what a pretty little song you sing when you come, just like I knew you would.” There’s something depraved about the rakehall man and his mouth, his words running over your skin like a fine derma roller and seeping deep inside your pores.

Hot lips blaze a scalding trail on your skin as his hand draws the tip of his cock through your folds.

You remain pliable as ardent hands manipulate you to lie on your right side and bend your left leg towards your chest. Once again, you are exposed to the demanding silver-fox as he slowly penetrates you from behind, his demanding lips on yours, twisting your upper body to face him.

The position is new and extends your weary muscles but there is little you can do other than give in to his heated kisses. His strength is inconceivable as he fucks you intently, a hand holding your face to his as the rests on the other.

“This cunt was made for me,” Steve huskily growls, jutting his hips pointedly. “All mine. Tell me this doesn’t feel right? No one has ever fucked you this good, have they Princess? Not even that pathetic little shi…”

You’re quick to cut him off, the interior walls you built around Bucky quaking as he tries to breach them. “Fuck, Sir, please let me come on your big cock.”

He merely chuckles, his ego fed by your false hymn for a moment. Snaking his hand between your legs, you keep your blurry gaze focused on him as he plays you like a string. “That’s right, Princess, you need me, don’t you?“

“I need you, Sir, I need your cock,” you stutter as his fingers pinch and tease your sensitive clit. “Please, I’m so close.” Your stomach swirls involuntarily as you rain false extol on him, fattening his egoic dark soul. “Oh god, you feel so good.”

His snicker crawls along your skin like a spider as he gently slaps at your clit. “Pretty Princess needs to come does she? I like hearing you beg for it.”

So you beg, though it grates you deeply and painfully. And he keeps you teetering on the ledge of the abyss, even as your throat begins to strain under the weight of his hand and lips. Drawing you back with languid hips as you almost grasp at the sweet release building and collapsing spectacularly around his thick cock.

It’s a cataclysm when you finally come. Warm ribbons of come coat your walls as you drown in the spicy, woody aroma of him and his heat encompassing your quivering body. It’s suffocating and unrelenting, even as he pulls away and licks you clean as a whistle.

You can’t breathe as he watches you closely; observing you as you calculate your way out of his bed and back into your own room. But there is no luck - for you that is.

Steve can’t sleep with the raging fire lit inside him. Not even as you fitfully sleep beside him long after the city has gone to bed. His fingers slowly and repeatedly map along your skin, memorising each curve and line painting you.

He had never anticipated the thrill of tonight, of feeling you clench and gush around him.

The silver fox is going to enjoy breaking you down over time and finally putting you back together with his stitches, not that man-child’s.

You are his. And he has no intention of letting you go.

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