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imaginedreamwrite · 6 hours ago
Hellfire: Part 2
The heat felt unbearable, even in the early hours of Sunday morning. The heat was creating this thick density that made you want to strip down to your bare flesh and drench yourself in cold water, letting your skin turn prickly from the chill to escape the depravity of the hottest June on record.
“Please,” you begged Peter as you FaceTimed him, your body stretched out on the bed, your hands tucked under your head, “tell me you’re coming to church today. Its-“
“-Father Rogers first time preaching? I know. My aunt has been going on about how attractive the new priest is and how he can still be single.” Peter rolled his eyes and tucked his hand under his chin, his brown eyes twinkling as he studied you through the phone, his attention specifically focused on the gap between your cropped, fitting pyjama shirt and the loose, short cotton shorts you were wearing.
“I’d ask if you were going to wear something nice for me, but-“
“-my parents are making me dress up to impress the new guy on his first Sunday service.” You rolled your eyes and gritted your teeth.
“You and every other single woman in this town.” Peter chuckled and shook his head, his deep brown hair getting into his eyes.
“My mom said the hair salon was booked three weeks in advance to him arriving. And the boutiques-“
“-The three we have-“
“-were picked clean of every new article of clothing available.” You shift your body, bringing your right leg up as you bent it, closing the gap of your bare midriff but bringing more attention to the curve of your right asscheek.
“Would you take me seriously if I proposed to you?” Peter grinned, leaning forward with a wicked, playful look in his eyes.
“Peter,” you licked your bottom lip, preparing to speak when you heard the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs, “I have to go!”
You ended the call and shoved your phone into your nightstand before you flipped the blanket back over yourself and curled inward. You feigned sleep as the door opened, and your mother walked in, making her way to the closet with a quick worded hello, tossed your way.
“You should be up by now,” she scolded, the sound of metal hangars on your metal curtain rod making you wince, “we’re going to make a good impression today, aren’t we, Y/N M/N?”
You rolled your eyes behind your mother’s back and slowly withdrew the covers. You pushed yourself into a sitting position and rubbed the fake sleep from your eyes, giving your mom the impression that you’d just woken instead of speaking to your boyfriend in the early hours of Sunday morning.
“Y/N….” her voice was a warning as she started pulling clothes from the racks.
“Yes, mother,” you pulled your knees to your chest and wrapped your arms around your legs, watching your mother pull clothes to set them out on the end of the bed, “I’ll behave as I should meet the new…father….”
“His name is Father Rogers, and I think you’d quite like him. All the single women in town are awestruck over him. To be honest, if I were your age-“
“But you’re not,” you mumbled under your breath, “and I’m not single.”
“-I would be just as awestruck as those women.” Your mom seemed to slip into a temporary daydream as she held one of your skater skirts in her hands, bunching the black fabric.
“Mom,” your eyes narrowed, and your eyebrows furrowed at the sight of what she was pulling for you to wear, “it’s like 100 degrees outside. I’m not wearing leggings, a skirt, a tank top and a sweater.”
“You need to dress modestly when you officially meet Father Rogers-“
“I met him at the camp-“
“Not when he was in charge of the church. This will be like a new, fresh start. A new introduction.” Your mom pursed her lips, studying your pyjamas scornfully.
“I don’t need a new introduction; I’ve already had one.” You sighed as you stood. “All the single young women can trounce around in their dainty church dresses; I’ll wear jeans.”
“You will not!” She shrieked, slapping your hand when you tried to grab the skirts and put them back. “You will get dressed in a nice Sunday best outfit; make yourself up to meet our new Father.”
“Mom,” you placed your hands on your hips, “it is 100 degrees outside. If I wear a skirt, my legs are going to stick together, I’m going to sweat everywhere, and I will be cranky.”
“Y/N M/N L/N,” your mom matched your stance, “I am asking you one small favour. I didn’t make you attend bible study with the single women, I didn’t make you attend the single women’s seminar, but I will make you look appropriate and put together.”
You were at a standoff. You knew that if you caved now, you could get on her good side and potentially ask to go out with Peter tonight. You could give her what she wanted; you could put on the dress and turn up the charm and skip dinner tonight with your parents to join Peter.
“Mom-“ she cut you off before you could even finish.
“You wear a skirt or a dress, you doll yourself up, and you can go out with Peter. But I want real effort, Y/N.” She used a stern warning, a slight twitch of her lips and your promise before she left you to your own devices.
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Steve stood by the door of the church to greet people as they climbed the steps to attend. His hands were clasped behind his hands as he welcomes the members with a small smile and a ‘good morning,’ waiting for them to come and go so he could move on to the next one.
He was bashful still when mothers of single women pointed out their daughters were available to be courted. He would smile and nod his head; his interest was purely kept at a level of niceties.
He was a man who wanted to be a husband and a father. He was a man of God who was waiting for the right woman, the woman with who he could secure his future. He was in his early to mid-thirties, a veteran of the army, an ex-captain who had seen horrors of the war. He was now a priest, a man who was dedicated to bringing people to God.
However, his desire to be a husband and a father would go hand in hand with his calling to be a priest. He was waiting; he knew that the right woman was on the horizon. He believed that this town would be the place where he would meet his darling wife.
And when he saw you at the camp, the young woman wearing far too revealing clothes who needed a firm hand, his strong hand and his discipline, Steve knew that you had to be the one.
“Good morning, Mr. L/N.” Steve, greet your father first, studying him before his attention turned to your mother. “Good morning, Mrs. L/N.”
Then he looked at you, and he felt his heart stop. The moment he saw you standing slightly behind your mother wearing a cream-coloured skirt, the end far too short for what he would’ve chosen for you, but your saving grace was the black tights you wore, tucked into black boots. You wore a maroon-coloured long sleeve blouse with lace near the ends of the sleeves and a black belt that accentuated your waist.
You were a picture of beauty and loveliness, a picture that was worth ten thousand words for one still image.
“Good morning,” Steve’s smile grew, his attention solely on you, “Y/N.”
You smiled tight and kept silent until your mother nudged you and shot you a look. You dropped your hands to your sides and licked your bottom lip, giving him your briefest attention, your eyes meeting in a moment that was electrifying for him.
“Good morning, Father Rogers.” Your voice was quiet as if you didn’t want to be there, speaking to him.
“It’s half melted!” Your half shrieked laugh rang throughout his head as the recent memory of you playing with your miserable-looking smores around the campfire at the retreat was playing out in his mind.
“I thought you liked sticky white stuff between your fingers?”
One of the other women your age jest, making you snort in laughter.
“Belle!” You hissed playfully. “Shut up!”
“Are you looking forward to the service today, Y/N?” He was quick to observe you, quick to follow the apparent discourse between the image you conveyed for your parents and the idea you got in moments when they were not around.
“Oh sure,” you nod your head, “of course, with how hot it is now, I feel like I’m already in hell.”
“Y/N!” Your mother gasped; her eyes widened in disbelief.
“Hell is nothing to joke about, Y/N.” Steve had to hide his amusement at the look in your eyes, the spark and the fire from getting a rile out of your mom.
“I am so sorry, Father Rogers.” Your mother apologized profusely, her hand reaching for your arm. “We will be going to sit now.”
“Y/N,” he reached for your wrist and stopped you from walking further into the church, “could I speak to you for a moment?”
Your mother and father went ahead, leaving you alone in his presence.
“If this is about the whole skimpy clothes thing at camp, Mrs. Humphrey makes a big deal out of nothing.” You crossed your arms over your chest.
“No,” Steve fought against that memory for the desire it left him with, “but I do believe that young women should save the sanctity of their bodies for their husbands.”
You made a noise in your throat, and he caught you rolling your eyes.
‘A lesson in discipline,’ Steve thought, ‘a scolding would suffice, but if not, there’s always the hand.’
“Well, that is the consensus among older people,” you cocked your hip, and his eyes briefly flickered to your bent leg. “Did you need anything else, Father Rogers? I want to go sit now.”
‘Impatience,’ Steve pursed his lips, ‘a lesson in waiting would be needed. Another reward for good behaviour and a spanking for bad behaviour.’
“Of course, Y/N.” Steve nods his head. “I would like to let you know that I am here for you. If you need anything at all, please don’t hesitate to come to me for guidance.”
He watched you turn and walk away. He watched your hips sashay, albeit probably unwittingly, as you moved throughout the church to the same aisle that your parents were in. He watched you shamelessly, his mind briefly wandering to a place in the future.
A place in which you had a beautiful diamond ring on your finger and a tiny baby bump protruding. Or perhaps a place in the future where you had a small bundle in your arms sitting in the front row while your husband was speaking to the congregation.
He could see it. He would revel in it.
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bonky-n-steeb · 22 hours ago
𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗬:  Your life is as good as it gets. The perfect husband, the perfect daughter, the perfect job. But what you are unaware is that your husband is a deadly assassin and your long-lost friend, now a fearsome mob boss is hell bent on getting you back. But what you don’t know can't hurt you, right?
𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦:  psychological disorder, PTSD, domestic abuse, yandere, obsession, violence, cursing. If you find any of this triggering please DNI. Also inform me if I left something out.
ᴛʜɪs ɪs ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇᴛᴀ ʀᴇᴀᴅ, sᴏ ᴀʟʟ ᴍɪsᴛᴀᴋᴇs ᴀʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴏᴡɴ
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“For how long?” You almost woke Iris up with your temper. The little girl had cried herself to sleep.
“Calm down! Don’t worry, just listen to me. Sam will bring you to my house. Once you are here you don’t have to worry.”
“Steve, for how long are you making Sam follow me? He literally is my neighbor. Not even in my wildest dream did I think he would be working for you!” If Steve was in front of you now, you would’ve punched him.
“We will talk when you come here. I’ll answer all your questions. Just come home.”
You wanted to ask a million questions at least but you decided talking face to face would be better. “Ok.”
“I’m waiting. Bye.” You clicked the phone shut and handed it to Sam.
“What do you think all those useless hospital visits were for?” Sam gave you a smirk and you shook your head.
“Since college. Steve! Are you kidding me?” You punched his bulging bicep and he pretended to be hurt. You were sitting on the couch in your room as Rissie slept peacefully on the bed.
You didn’t believe your eyes as you walked in Steve’s house, or rather mansion. This one was bigger than the one he lived as a high schooler and that only meant one thing, he had expanded his ‘business’.
Steve had prepared an entire room just for you and another for Iris. But you weren’t going to let your child sleep away from her mom in the house of a gangster. What didn’t sit right with you was the way the room was decorated. It was as if he knew all your choices and likings. Well, he did know everything about you, didn’t he?
“What? I had to make sure you were okay!” Steve said with such nonchalance that you thought for a second whether stalking someone was legal now.
What Steve loved was that you weren’t friends separated by time, no, right now you were best friends as if all those years hadn’t passed.
“Steve..., what about... what about the man...?” For a second Steve didn’t catch on to what you were saying. “What man?” You visibly gulped, “the man Bucky killed. There would be a trial. And I would have to go to the courthouse. I don’t...” you couldn’t hold in much longer and you cried your eyes out. You wanted to ask about Bucky, but you couldn’t take anymore of heartbreak.  
“Shh, it will be fine. The man was a homeless drug addict. No one would ask for him. Him going missing wouldn’t be a big deal. I’ll handle everything.” He said with such a ruthlessness that it scared you. A man had died. It didn’t matter if he was homeless or a senator. All that mattered was, a life was lost. This quality and the moral compass of yours had made you one of the finest doctors.
As you cried, you covered your eyes with your hands and pathetic sobs left your body. Steve hesitantly pulled you close and your body instinctively relaxed in his warmth. He held you close and whispered sweet nothings into your ears.
You cried for all the precious things you had lost and all the unwanted information you had gained. You wished you hadn’t cleaned your house that day, that you hadn’t seen those videos of what Bucky or the Soldat was capable of. You wished you had been more vigilant today and hadn’t let that man enter. You wished you had noticed James in your house earlier. You wished you had been smart enough to understand Sam’s intentions.
Thriller was your favorite genre but it didn’t mean your life was supposed to be a thriller! Lost in your thoughts you didn’t realize that you had fallen asleep on Steve.
Steve slowly tilted your head as he felt the sobs receding and started hearing soft snores. He saw you were fast asleep. Your eyelashes and cheeks were drenched and so was half of his shirt, but he didn’t care for it. He noticed the imprint his button his left on your cheek while your face had been buried in his embrace and he winced.
He soothingly rubbed his thumb over the imprint and gave himself a victory smile. He gently picked you up bridal style and laid you on the bed. He tucked you under the blanket and pecked your forehead. He finally had you, and he wasn’t going to ever let you go.
It was dinner time when Steve opened the door. He had knocked but there wasn’t any response. So, he sneaked in the room to find both you and Iris sleeping. He had to agree Iris was a smart and adorable girl. She had taken all the right features of her parents.
He kneeled beside your side and softly placed a hand on your face. “Wake up.” He slowly shook you and you opened your eyes, they were bloodshot red from all the crying. He hoped that every day he would be the one to wake you up from now on.
“Hey! Oops, how long has it been? When did I fall asleep? God, I’m so sorry...” you started rambling. “Don’t be sorry. I just woke you up to tell you that dinner’s ready.” He gave you a smile and you wondered how people resisted throwing themselves at Steve.
“I’m.... you know what? I am very hungry. I’ll wake Rissie up and we’ll come down.” He nodded and got up to leave. You quickly held his arm and stopped him right in his tracks. He thought he should probably warn you not to touch him like this; you had no idea what effect you had on him.
“I just wanted to tell you how thankful I am. I was such an idiot. I was so lost in my own thoughts I didn’t even thank you. I don’t know what to do or how to express it, but Thank you so so very much!” You were almost about to cry again but Steve stopped you.
“Hey! You don’t need to thank me at all. I’m your best friend and that’s what friends are for, right?” You wanted to ask him whether you were really still friends, but you refrained. You smiled and nodded your head.
You slowly woke Iris up by pressing kisses to her face. She had seen things that no child should see. She needed your reassurance and your support. You need to be strong; not for yourself but for her. And you suddenly realized you both were alone, all alone in this entire world. All you had was each other.
“Wake up, Love.” You said as you kissed her forehead. “Mom?” She rubbed her eyes and they hauntingly reminded you of Bucky. “Where are we?” She asked pouting. “We are at my friends place.”
At that she smiled “We are with uncle Thor?” Iris adored Thor. “No, we are at my other friends place. You don’t know him, but I’ll introduce you. He is a good man, but promise me Rissie you’ll behave.” She nodded her head furiously, “I promise.”
“Mom, what about dad? Where is he? Is he okay? He is always so cool with his metal arm but today he scared me. He looked like a superhero in those clothes though.” He probably was a supervillain you thought to yourself.
“I don’t know where he is. And today he scared me too. But listen to me Iris. Why don’t we play a game? It’s only you and me. We don’t trust anyone else except the two of us. Not dad, not Steve, not Sam, not Thor. Nobody. Just the two of us. If you want to share something you come to me. If someone calls you, even if it’s dad, you won’t go without my permission, ever. You stay with me and I stay with you. Pinky promise?”
“Pinky promise mom. I love you.” She said so innocently that you wanted to cry, but you had to hold yourself, “I love you too. And I promise you I’ll keep you safe, my brave tiger. Did momma tell you how proud she is of you? What you did today saved both our lives. And I’m sooo proud of you.” You bombarded her with million kisses and she attacked you with a billion.
When you both headed downstairs you were met with twice the number of people you expected. And Steve introduced you to each one of them. Tony was the lawyer and kinda the brains behind everything; Clint was his left-hand man; Sam, Vision and Bruce were some of his most trusted men. Wanda was his wife, who he had made very clear he married for business. What Steve didn’t tell you about though, was his son, George. He was around Iris’s age and a little taller than her. You would be lying if you said that the boy wasn’t cute.  
You all had dinner while they engaged you in small talk. All the dishes were your and Rissie’s favorites. And you suspected that it was on purpose but you didn’t complain. What you didn’t appreciate though were the looks thrown towards you by Wanda. It felt as if it were up to her, you would be dead by now. And while the others treated you with respect and love and made you feel as if you sat on this table every day; one person wasn’t impressed by you, Vision. You pushed the thought aside thinking that maybe, he was just awkward.  
As you finished the dinner, you thanked everyone; especially Sam. You were mad at him, but you weren't ungrateful. Iris and George had already become friends and he took her to see his toy collection. Seeing his toys, Iris missed her home. She missed the toys her mom used to impulsively buy and her dad would bring home for her from around the world. But George assured her that she could play with them whenever she wanted.  
Steve left a little early as his work called. You talked with Sam for a few more moments and then finally collected Rissie and headed upstairs. Someone had already kept clothes for you two on the bed. You supposed they belonged Wanda and George. After you both changed and freshened up, you tucked Iris in and told her a bedtime story as she drifted off to sleep.  
You tried your best but you couldn’t sleep. You were thirsty and desperately wanted water. And being the shy idiot you were, you had forgotten to ask for a bottle while coming upstairs. You wasted another half an hour debating whether to go to kitchen or not. It was almost midnight and it wasn’t your home for you to roam freely. Though they all seemed friendly and kind, you hadn't forgotten they were all a part of a crime syndicate.  
But your throat became too dry and you gathered your courage and slipped out of your room. You made your way to the kitchen and let out a loud breath, till now nothing had wrong yet. As you headed back to your room, you heard loud moans coming from another guest room. You couldn’t care less. You thought it must be one of those guys and some maid. But what did stop you were the names they were moaning. It wasn’t any maid; it was Wanda. And the worst of all was that the man wasn’t Steve; it was Vision.  
You quickly ran from there. You had absolutely zero interest in getting entangled among all their internal stuff. Tomorrow morning you were going to pack your bags and leave. You didn’t want Iris and yourself to be stuck in this jungle. But now you were confused. Should you tell Steve or should you not? He did tell you that he didn’t love her but he didn’t tell you if it was open marriage. And even if it was, did he know that she was banging one of his very own men?
You were drawn out of your thoughts when you saw Steve standing outside your door. He was softly knocking it as you approached him “I’m here, just went to get water.” you shrugged. “Are you okay? You seem flushed.” You nodded awkwardly while your internal monologue rambled, should I tell him, or should I not? “I'm fine. I just ran all the way up here. But forget that, what brings you here?”
"I just wanted to talk.”
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nsfwsebbie · 23 hours ago
salvatore. | vi.
series summary. | Bucky Barnes doesn’t believe in love anymore. Especially after the tragic, unknown death of his wife, Natasha. He thinks it’s stupid and a waste of time and- oh my. Hello there, you. There you were, with your notebooks and your novels, writing your heart away. He’s hellbent on saving you from this nasty world, his elusive neighbor that has him under the stupid spell of love. You soon find yourself trapped in a tragic love story with Bluebeard, not Prince Charming.
warnings. | NONCON/DUBCON, dark themes, manipulation, gaslighting, arguments, toxic relationships (reader and steve), cheating, nightmares, violent behaviour? (no actual hitting), spying, voyeurism, stalking, use of cameras, angst, fluff, soft!dark!bucky, protectiveness, obsessiveness, creepy bucky, perversion, + more. 18+, MINORS DNI.
word count. | 2.5k
pairings. | Dark!Bucky Barnes x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader, Natasha Romanoff x Steve Rogers.
a/n. | i know i haven’t updated in a while i’m really sorry!! please enjoy and don’t forget to reblog!
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“Doll, please calm down. You’re scaring me,” Steve begged, sitting on the bed. “How can I calm down, Steve? Huh? You only just came back, and now you’re going away again,” you spat, crossing your arms. Your stance was almost adorable, but Steve knew that if he made a comment, he’d just push you further away. He couldn’t let that happen. “Why can’t you ask for a vacation, Stevie? We haven’t done anything romantic since my birthday, and that was six months ago.” You turned your back to Steve, and he sighed.
“I’m sorry, Doll, but I have to go save the world,”  he solemnly told you. His voice carried a faux sadness that shouldn’t even be there in the first place. “Bullshit, you have so many more people to do it. Sam, Wanda, Tony—don’t lie, Steve. Why are you going to Sydney? There’s no way you have to travel to another continent to mess up some sort of drug deal. Isn’t that what the police are for?” you questioned him.
Tears stung your eyes. They were ones of anger, but you couldn’t lie. In the midst of them, were sad ones ready to leak, too. Steve stayed silent. “For fucks sake, Steve, you can’t even give me an answer?” you asked in disbelief. You gasped as the tears began to fall. “I knew it, I knew it the whole time,” you whispered under your breath. “Knew what?” he asked, walking up to you. You backed up into the corner of the room.
“That you’re cheating on me,” you mumbled quietly. “What? Baby– no, listen.” He paused to take a deep breath, meant to calm his nerves down. “I don’t want to hear anything, Steve. I know about you and Natasha. All those trips? Those text messages? God, the only person I feel bad for is myself. How could I be so blind to it all?” you shook your head as you spoke. You walked around Steve’s strong figure and headed towards the door. “Where are you going?” He called out, following you behind.
“For some fresh air, I can’t handle this,” you yelled back, but Steve only sped his steps up. “You’re not leaving me, Doll,” he growled, stepping in front of you. “I never said I was, but now you’re tempting me,” you snapped back. “You’re not leaving me, Doll. You never can.” Steve gripped your shoulders tightly, and you winced in pain. “Even if you did, I’ll go to the ends of the Earth to get you back.”
Your eyes shot open. Gasping, you struggled to catch your breath. Your heart pumped like no tomorrow. Each time your chest raised to the highest point, you felt like you had a heart attack. You fell back onto your pillow, and you couldn't care enough about the slightly painful thud that came with it. Nightmares were never pleasant. Though they give amazing writing inspiration, they still were not nice.
Unfortunately, your nights seemed to be filled with them. Every time you fell asleep for the past week, you’d wake up in a panicky mode. At that point, you were okay with settling for a weird dream that resembled surrealistic art. Who wouldn’t want to have a Dali-inspired dream? You rubbed your eyes roughly and could feel the exhaustion in your every movement.
Your phone rang loudly. The sound made you jump in shock, and you reached to your bedside table for it. The screen read Bucky’s name, and you sighed. You answered the phone and brought it to your ear. “Hey, Bucky,” you croaked tiredly. He laughed, and you could hear the exhaustion in his voice. But the sound of tiredness differed from yours. “Did I wake you up?” he asked, and you moaned. “No, I just woke up,” you told him. “Why would you wake up at one in the morning, Doll?” he asked.
“Nightmare,” you breathlessly told him. You could swear on the daisy that began to bloom two weeks ago that you started to feel a weight being lifted off your shoulders. “Talk to me, Doll. Was it bad?” he questioned. “Yeah, it was worse than the previous ones.” You hadn’t even realized that you just spilled your secret. “You’ve been getting them for the past few nights? Doll– I’m so sorry, but you know you can always talk to me, right?”
His words were more reassuring than anything Steve ever said. “I know, it’s just… The nightmares—they’re very personal. You might not understand how scary they are. Plus, I don’t want to bother you,” you sheepishly admitted to him. He sighed heavily. “I understand, Doll, but you can never bother me, okay? I’m the one who’s supposed to feel that way, not you,” he chuckled, just to ease the tension.
“Now, I’m gonna be there in the next twenty minutes. Do you think you can sort yourself out by then?” he asked, and you started to stutter. “Uhm, sure, yeah, sure,” you agreed obediently. “Good girl, I’ll be there in a few.” And with that, he hung up. Your eyeballs bulged out of their sockets at those two words he uttered. Steve never said anything like that. He’d always just nod, even if you couldn't see it.  You simply wrapped yourself in one of your most favourite blankets because changing seemed pointless to you.
There was no way he was not in pyjamas… right?
You turned the lamp on next to you before you could convince yourself that your chair was a monster. Your back was cold but also covered in sweat. You hated that feeling, and your mother always had the best way to describe it. “It’s like heating something in the microwave but failing nonetheless. The outside of it is warm, but the inside is still cold.” She’d tell you as she’d wipe down your back with a towel.
That was before everything went downhill. Before you turned thirteen and before she married him.
You sighed and got out of bed, willing yourself to put the kettle on. Maybe you’ll make some hot chocolate, or perhaps some tea… In your mind, twenty minutes always seemed like a long time. It sounded as though you could get quite a lot done in a third of an hour. The reality always felt like getting ice water poured on you as a method for waking up.
Unless your life was significantly put together, those one thousand and two hundred seconds are equivalent to five minutes. The ceramic lid for the jar clinked as you set it down on the counter. You grabbed two chamomile tea bags and closed the pot with a ‘ping!’. You grabbed two cups from the cupboard and then groaned loudly when you realized that you hadn’t turned the kettle on.
With a flick of your finger, you turned it on and leaned onto the counter. You sighed pretty loudly. Your head fell into the cup that your hands made, and you closed your eyes. You didn’t have a headache, and your eyes didn’t hurt either; you were just exhausted. You sighed once again, and the kettle clicked, telling you the water was done boiling.
Timing was everything, as always. And sometimes “timing” is just a coincidence, just like how Bucky rang the doorbell as soon as the water stopped boiling. You rubbed your eyes and walked to the door slowly, not caring that he may have been standing out there for thirty seconds too long. You opened it—not all the way—but wide enough for him to catch a glimpse of your tired form. “Hi,” he greeted, letting himself in.
Bucky looked around your home as if he was waiting for someone to round the corner with a knife and shotgun. “Nice place,” he said with an awkward smile on his face. “Thanks, even though our homes are formatted the same way,” you chuckled. He nodded, and then a few seconds after, he let out a forced laugh. You looked up at him and gave him a meek grin, and then went back to making the tea.
“I’m so glad I have two bags of chamomile left. It’s like the universe has decided to bless me again,” you breathlessly said. “What was the blessing before?” he curiously asked. “You.” You poured the hot water inside the cups, and then the bags of tea followed. “Honey or sugar?” you asked, and he pointed at the sugar. You passed it to him wordlessly, and the only sounds that filled the room were from your lungs and cups of tea.
“So… Do you want to talk about it?” he asked after a few more wordless moments. “S- sure, thank you once again! You’re so kind,” you sighed as you brought the cup of tea to your mouth. Bucky copied your movements, but just a bit slower. “It was about my ex,” you admitted once you set your cup down. Bucky struggled to keep his eyes from popping out of their sockets at your mention of him.
“It was so similar to an argument we had a few months before I broke up with him… The only difference was that he wasn’t as… terrifying. And yet he still scared me,” you solemnly spoke. Bucky stretched a hand across the counter and placed it on your shoulder. He pleasantly squeezed it a bit, and you were tempted to lean into his touch.
But you just can’t, because Steve is in the back of your mind, taunting you.
“What really happened in the dream?” he asked, and you took another sip of tea. “Well… We were fighting. He had to go away for a while, even though he just came back. He’d always do that; it’s what helped destroy our relationship. He valued his job over me, and also, someone else,” you sadly recounted. Bucky listened in carefully, because he wanted to help out his best girl in any way possible.
“I caught him in his lies because his excuses became so… Inexplicable. I always had that nagging feeling that he was cheating on me with his friend, his coworker. That argument confirmed everything. I couldn’t handle it all being true, so I tried to leave for a walk,” you paused to take a shaky breath. “He got angry and stopped me, and then he threatened me,” you bluntly finished.
Bucky was so glad that his hand was no longer resting on your shoulder because Goddamn was his fist clenched tightly. You brought the cup of tea up to your mouth, and Bucky just watched you as you diverted your eyes away from him. Once you set the cup down, Bucky grabbed your hands. In contrast, his were extremely hot, and yet the flesh one was dry. Yours were a bit cold, but they were soft and a bit dewy. You looked up at him, only to lock eyes.
“It’s just a dream, doll, okay? And it’s in the past, it won’t happen again, our minds can be crazy sometimes, so try not to worry about it,” he whispered lowly, bringing both of your hands up to his mouth. He pressed a kiss on both sets of your knuckles. You nodded softly, and you leaned down to press a kiss on his flesh knuckles in return. You smiled against his skin, even though it was bruised and slightly red. You wanted to ignore the weird feeling of his metal arm against your sweaty skin, but you couldn’t help it.
“Can- Can I do the thing to your metal hand?” you asked him, hopeful that he would say yes. Bucky nodded, with a slight smile on his face, of course. You closed your eyes and puckered your lips just a bit, pecking the metal. His breathing hitched, unbearably so. It was something he would always catch himself doing whenever he’d think about you or whenever he was simply just in your presence. You opened up eyes and looked back up at him, and you could see the way his eyes glazed over.
He let go of your hands abruptly, allowing them to fall onto the marble countertop. His fingers slotted themselves against your cheeks, and he grabbed your face gently. Bucky pulled you close to him, and he smashed his lips against yours. The kiss was messy, but it was full of passion. You kept your lips locked against his, and your fingers carded through his long hair. There was no other movement apart from the way Bucky kept trying to pull you closer and closer.
It was almost like he wanted to merge bodies, minds, and souls with you.
A few more seconds passed, and Bucky eventually pulled away. He rested his forehead against yours, and you exhaled a shaky breath. “Steve… His name is Steve, and I hate him,” you admitted to him, and Bucky kissed your nose. “And I hate him too, doll,” Bucky said before parting ways from you. There was a bit of tea left in his cup, but you had finished all of yours. “Get some rest, okay? Or just close your eyes for a bit. You need it,” he advised, and you nodded. “Thank you, Bucky. I really appreciate you being there for me,” you expressed to him.
“Anything for you, doll, now go tuck yourself in,” he urged once again before walking past you to the door. You placed the cups in the sink, and neither of you looked back at each other. You heard the door shut with a loud echo, and you sighed heavily. Maybe you were going to listen to him. Sleeping in isn’t that bad after all.
Bucky always believed that being vulnerable was stupid. He also believed that opening up was stupid. But, to be fair, he believed that anything involving emotions was stupid. But when it comes to you, he felt the opposite. Maybe vulnerability was good. Perhaps it was exactly where you needed to be for him to finally be able to love you.
And it was then when he realized that he hadn’t been loving you properly. He hadn’t been loving you the way he wanted to love Natasha, and that just ended up with her six feet deep with flowers growing above her body. He needed you, but you clearly needed him more than anything else. Bucky was desperate for you at times, of course, but you matter more to him than anything else.
Bucky looked down at his desk, staring at the single plane ticket that would take him all the way across the state of New York. He hadn’t been there in over a year, and that was when he first learned of Natasha’s promiscuity. Philandering around with his best friend, fucking said best friend in the most memorable locations he had taken her.
He honestly wouldn’t have been surprised if he found out that the reason why Natasha showed up to the wedding venue late was that she was too busy lifting up that poofy white gown for Steve. He thought that by emptying out Pandora’s box when she passed, everything would be okay. That he’d be able to move on without a care, and he wouldn’t have to shed any more tears for her. Bucky won’t. He promised himself he wouldn't.
He just had a few loose ends to wrap up before he made you his. That was all.
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charlotttttie · a day ago
Inspired by The Cruel Garden of Dark Delights by @mariessecretfantasies
I didn't plan to give Reader blonde hair at first but since I've already had Steve with Readers who have white, black, red hair, and brunette and haven't wanted to try unnatural hair colour, so there was no options left.
Shit, I drew Steve so big, I couldn't help, I have size kink 🌝
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imaginedreamwrite · a day ago
Hellfire: Part 1
The announcement that Father Pierce was going to be retiring and a replacement had already been found. Father Pierce was moving north to be with his wife and grandchildren, and his replacement was coming straight from New York City to take over the congregation’s responsibilities. It wasn’t long for rumours to start circulating and swirling.
The rumours started with Father Pierce’s replacement being young. The relief was a man from Brooklyn, who was leagues younger than Father Pierce and was not single but was actively looking for the woman that would lead him into family life to go hand in hand with being a protestant priest.
The rumour that he was single and looking for a wife had sent the mothers of unmarried daughters, both younger, legally so, and older, into a flurry of frantic appointments to hair salons and the boutiques in the nearest city to get the best clothes to impress the newest arrival to your small town.
He hadn’t even arrived in the town yet, and the city was a buzz. He was due to reach the last week of May, the long weekend would come and go, and he would be there on Monday, ready to settle into the house he had bought on private land in the country. It was a small town, and while he wanted privacy and requested living out of town on a piece of land to give him such, everyone in the city knew exactly where he would be living.
Your parents were equally excited; they were equally eager to see what direction the new Father would take the Protestant Church in your town, to see what new influence he would bring to the city.
Only time would tell, but where there was eagerness for the majority of those in your small town, there was annoyance and indifference in you.
You didn’t care; you didn’t begin to care. His arrival wouldn’t have changed or caused a ripple in your world.
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The sun was bearing down on the earth with vicious intensity, heating the sand before the lake and the grass that extended into the tree line snd beyond. It was the first weekend of June, and he has been here for a week, just settling into the small town in the middle of nowhere, still untouched by the corporate rat race of the city or the bitterness that turned neighbour against neighbour.
This town was his calling, and so was the congregation he would be serving, the people he would be steering toward God.
Before he had taken over the church, before he had taken over for Pierce, he was given a few weeks to get to know the people he would be serving, the people who would be his flock. The town was celebrating his arrival with a trip to the surrounding lakes for a weekend, where there were cabins the church-owned and used for weekend getaways and teen camps in the summer.
That is where he would get a good look and feel at who he would be helping. He had been invited snd given the biggest cabin on the property, with the building intended for a large family. One day Steve would fill the cabin the in summers with his wife and his kids, his family would fill the cabin walls with love.
For now, it was himself. For now, it was himself being hounded and introduced to every available and single woman in the church who had attended the camp, by eager mothers wishing their daughter upon a man of God like himself.
The women were beautiful and the mothers were a little overbearing in their attempts to get Steve to connect with them, to find himself attracted to them, but there was nothing.
Until he caught sight of you.
You were gilded, appearing as a being cast in the sunshine. The light reflecting on your image spoke to him like a direct call from God. He had been here but a week, met countless women who were eligible and available to him to pursue a relationship with, and he had never felt like he got a clear message. Until he saw your image until he saw you approach one of the food tents with your hair pulled up off your neck and shoulders and a pair of aviator sunglasses on your head.
It was like a direct hit to everything he had ever wanted, everything he had ever been promised.
He hadn’t met everyone in his congregation. He hadn’t met all the young women and men in the town, but when he had the chance to, you would be at the top of his list.
His eyes were gravitating toward you, his lips pursed. How could someone so innocent and lovely allow themselves to be looked up to by young men like they were a piece of meat?
“Do your parents know you’re out here?” One of the older residents asked the young woman, her judgemental eyes cast upon the short, tight jean shorts that have hugged your hips and cupped your asscheeks.
“My parents,” you rolled your eyes and crossed your arms over your chest, pushing your breasts up to the point that they were almost spilling out, “are busy with their ‘bible study.”
He was enraptured by this young woman, the beauty that defied all. The fire transported him in your spirit, and the curves that made all the sinful men and boys around you drool at your exposed skin.
‘A shame,’ he thought. ‘You need to be protected from the world by a firm hand, by a man of God.’
“Y/N dear, should you be wearing that?” The old lady scolded you.
‘Yes,’ Steve agrees, ‘you shouldn’t be wearing exposing clothing for anyone but your husband.’
“You really should save your innocence-“
“My innocence is still intact, Mrs. Humphrey.” You rolled your eyes again and lifted the drink to your lips, the bottle disguised as an innocent drink, but he knew better.
‘You need a firm hand,’ Steve thought to himself, picturing every way that a man like him could straighten out a woman like you, ‘and a firm spanking.’
“Be sure to tell your parents-“
“Whatever.” You rolled your eyes and turned your back, leaving the woman who was speaking to you, and the man you didn’t know was watching you.
“Someone needs to straighten that girl out, Father Rogers.” The woman addressed him, pointedly staring at you with narrowed eyes. “And a few prayers.”
He would be the one. He would be the one to settle you. He was going to the one to place his firm hand upon your body.
You were going to be his little wife. You were going to be his pretty little woman.
God told him. You belonged to him.
First, he had to meet your parents and work his magic on them.
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nastybuckybarnes · a day ago
Of Kings and Beasts  -  Thirteen
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Pairing: King!Bucky X Princess!Reader X King!Steve
Summary: Born a bastard of the King of Orlen, you’re thrust to the West to marry the Kings. However, the greeting you get is anything but warm, and your life with the King is far from enjoyable. He knows it isn’t your fault his husband is gone, but that fact alone won’t prevent him from taking it out on you.
Warnings: Angst, Language, Smut (noncon), Injuries, Violence,
Word Count: 2K
A/n: BRO work today was brutal but now I’m off for two days uwu. Um, I've been doing a bit of writing so have this, hopefully I’ll also post something tomorrow. I love you all!!!
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James pushes you behind his back, unsheathing his sword and pointing it at the King.
“You will not take another step, do you understand? We can discuss this like men, not fight about it like boys.” Thor blinks a few times, eyes darting between you and your husbands.
“Very well.” He straightens up, face perfectly political.
“I would like you to hand over my wife, or I will kill her where she stands. If I cannot have her, then nobody can.”
Steve yanks you back another step and shields you with his body, unsheathing his own sword.
“You will not make one more hostile move,” He snarls. Thor only laughs, eyes lacking any proper emotion.
“If my eyes are correct, then it is the two of you who have made hostile moves, not me. You both have swords drawn towards me, in my palace, in my kingdom, and you expect me to do nothing about it? This, my dear friends, could be considered an act of war.” Dread fills you as you’re reminded of Loki’s words.
“Lower your swords. Loki means for you to fall into battle. It isn’t worth it,” you say desperately, taking a step towards the injured King.
“He has just threatened to kill you and you expect us to lower our swords?” James looks at you like you’re crazy.
“This is what Loki wants. For us to quarrel. We must find a way to overcome this if we want any chance at saving the kingdoms. He means to overthrow both Asgard and Acadia, and I will not stand for it.” You take a deep breath then step towards Thor, your heart racing in your chest.
You open your mouth to speak but he’s already got you yanked against his chest, your discarded dagger pressed against your throat.
Your husbands each jump forward, but you shake your head at them desperately.
“Thor, we will discuss this. We will not do anything rash, alright? I am sorry for...” your eyes shut for a moment, heart in your throat as his grip on your shoulders slowly loosens, knife dropping from your neck.
“There is no need to apologize, my sweet. I know it was only an accident. I am willing to discuss the trade of you to Asgard, but I will not take no for an answer.” His grip on you tightens for a fraction of a moment before loosening further, arm dropping down to your waist.
“You are far too precious to be left in the hands of those fools. I will treat you right. I promise.” You close your eyes for a long moment then nod, eyes finding Steve’s desperately.
‘Just leave it,’ you mouth, watching him as he reluctantly nods. Your eyes then move to James’, the deep blues filled with fire and anguish.
“I would very much like to stay alive. The only way I see that happening without a war is if you can come to an agreement with him, as temporary as it may be. Whatever was wrong with James is obviously wrong in the reverse with Thor, and we will need help undoing the damage that Loki has caused. It’s only a matter of time before he finds out what is happening here, if he does not know already.” Thor doesn’t seem to hear you, far too entranced in kissing your neck.
The two men exchange perplexed looks, both at your words and his actions.
“What are we to do? Sell you off like a piece of cattle? No.” You scoff at Steve’s words and shake your head.
“It wouldn’t be the first time.”
Your words hit the Kings in the stomach as the truth behind them rings strong.
“Loki has orchestrated all of this. We need to know the details of his plan so we can remain one step ahead. If we fail... then both of the Kingdoms will fall.”
James looks confused, his confusion turning to anger for a moment when Thor’s hands stray upwards towards your breasts, his lips searching for yours.
You crane your neck away from him and take both of his hands in yours to stop their exploration of your body.
“Leave it be, James,” you whisper, not wanting there to be any fighting. He takes a few deep breaths then nods.
“If it is truly Loki who is behind all of this, why do we not seek him out and kill him?”
You motion to the man behind you and shake your head.
“He has only just gotten his brother back. Any attempt on his life would only be a step towards war. And Loki’s powers are not like any I’ve ever seen. He can be in multiple places at once with ease.” The Kings exchange glances, Steve grinding his teeth together when Thor places a protective hand on your belly.
“This has been enough chatter. What do you want in exchange? Make it quick, for I would like to get back to my chambers with her.” The thought of you beneath the King has James’ blood boiling and Steve seeing red.
“Wouldn’t it be wise if you were to go get your wound examined?” You ask, trying to buy yourself some time to come up with a better plan.
“I do not want to be away from your side for any longer than I must. My injury is not severe, I only want you.” You close your eyes and swallow hard, hoping that the Gods have an answer for you.
“Will you not join me in bed, darling?” You shudder, arms wrapped tightly around your frame as you stand on the balcony, the cool night air chilling you to your core but it’s far better than joining him in his bed.
A warm hand finds the small of your back and you jump in shock, inhaling sharply and trying your hardest not to flinch out from under it.
“I-I was just clearing my thoughts, wishing the Kings a safe journey back to Acadia.” Thor hums, arms wrapping around you and chin resting atop your head.
“You need not concern yourself with their affairs anymore. They have given you to me, and I intend to cherish you better than they ever could.”
Sold yet again to a new king, for a cheaper price.
He tugs you gently to the bed, laying you down and placing soft kisses upon your skin and kneeling between your legs.
His hands stroke at your thighs gently, and you must admit that the feeling is not totally unpleasant.
“I shall bed you properly, show you how a man can truly treat a woman.”
A large hand is forcing its way between your thighs, searching for the warmth between your legs.
You shake your head, pushing yourself back and closing your legs tightly
“Please, I-I’m not ready. Don’t use me as the other Kings did. You say you will treat me properly, so please do not take me against my will. I just... Please.” He freezes, face softening for a moment.
“Do not worry, my love. It will only hurt for a moment.” Dread fills you as he manhandles you, pulling you down to the end of the bed right back where you were.
He pushes your nightgown up, leaving your lower half bare for him.
His eyes are dark and he licks his lips, one hand snacking into his trousers to soothe the ache that’s started to form in his balls.
“I am large, so it may take a moment, but I assure you I will bring you pleasure.”
You squirm frantically, trying to escape him as he leans down to prepare you with his mouth.
His tongue is on you in an instant, and your mind brings you back to your only good memory with James.
Your heart aches and you cover your face with your hands, wishing it were him instead of the blond beast between your thighs.
“You are prepared for me, love. It will still hurt, but only for a moment.” He leans back on his haunches and pulls his cock from his trousers then leans forward, lining up with your entrance.
You cry out in pain at the intrusion, arching away from it and clawing at the man before you.
Your nails leave angry red marks on his chest, but he seems unbothered, focused only on sheathing himself inside you.
The pain spreads from where the two of you are connected, shooting through every nerve and making every cell explode.
It’s agony.
“Stop! Please, stop!” He does, stilling only when he’s filled you completely, his hips flush with your body.
Tears trickle down your cheeks as, yet again, you’re violated by a King. This time though, it's arguably worse.
He swore to love you, protect you, be your friend.
And now he’s taking something that he can never give back.
Sleep refuses to find you, so you venture out of the King’s chambers and through the Palace, wanting a change of scenery to help clear your mind.
You find yourself in the gardens, the place that spurred all of this madness, and shake your head with a sigh.
“Don’t you know that it is unsafe for little women to be out so late?” The voice sends a shiver down your spine and goosebumps to your skin.
“You cannot stop me. I do not know why you’re trying so hard to prevent the inevitable.” You turn around to face the trickster, a tired look on your face.
“At times I do not know why I try either.” This is not what he expected you to say. He’s stunned for a moment, and you use that moment to continue speaking the terrible thoughts that have plagued your mind.
“The kingdoms haven’t treated me fairly, and I find I have little to gain from any of this.”
He watches you for a very long moment, takes in your hunched over stance, the tension in your shoulders, and the exhaustion on your face.
“So why stand for it, then? Why bow to kings who have only ever treated you like a disposable whore?” You flinch at his harsh words and he offers you an apologetic half-smile before continuing.
“The Kings have done nothing but belittle and hurt you, so why stand for anything that they’ve done? Why encourage their rule? You’ve seen their kingdom, their villages. Everything is in ruins because they are so focused on conquering. Conquering land, kingdoms... women.” He eyes you with that last part, watching the way your shoulders sag a bit more.
“They are all the same. You do not deserve such treatment, just as I have not deserved the way I have been treated. We are nothing more than orphans, taken by families that are not our own.” You raise your eyebrows in shock and confusion, waiting for him to elaborate.
He chuckles once without humour and shakes his head.
“The old King of Asgard was hungry for power and travelled across the globe conquering lands. He took me as a baby. Stole me from my home as just another trophy from another conquest. We are similar, you and I. Surely you can understand why I want to watch the Kingdoms burn.”
His words hang heavily in the air for a moment, but more disturbing than that is the fact that you truly do understand.
His vision doesn't look so outlandish and... it’s starting to look rather appealing.
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thran-duils · a day ago
Nowhere to Run (P.1)
Title: Nowhere to Run (Part One) Summary: Fem!Reader x Dark!Stony. Reader was caught unknowingly stealing from the capitol harvest and is drug to the capitol for punishment. She is offered an option to go to trial or accept work in the main government building. Upon her tour, she ends up in trouble and catches eyes of two of the Master Council that decide she needs to be broken in by their hands. Words: 1,847 Warnings: Non-con, servitude, forced orgasms, verbal and emotional abuse
Author’s Notes: I don’t intend for this to be a super long series. This chapter is setting up the non-con to come. Read at your own risk, 18+ as always. Also, the picture under the cut is the mood in the world that I am seeing; kind of steam punk? AND, song inspo.
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You were being led through the long halls of the capitol building, a collar around your neck. The guards could give you a small shock whenever they so pleased if you tried to run or do anything unsavory.
They had found you stealing fruits off one of the carts in the market. Normally, you would have had your hands whipped and spent a night in jail. But this cart that you had so stupidly failed to see had the symbol of the capitol on it. It had been dark, early morning, and you had failed to see it as you snuck around. The envoy had apparently come to the market as the vendors were arriving to fetch the best of the crops for the council members. Stealing from the capitol meant trial there and you were drug from your mountainous outskirt town to the city with others to face the highest court for your crime.
You were brought to a room and shoved inside; the door closed behind you. A man was sitting behind a desk, waiting patiently.
“Sit,” he invited, gesturing at the chair on the opposite side of the desk. “My name is Tsu. I’ll be your counselor for the day if you decide to utilize my offer.”
Cautiously, you did what he asked, sinking into the chair. He picked up a device — you had only ever seen guards that patrolled through your town with them — and clicked it on. A picture came to life, and you watched with awe as he was able to control it with his movements of his hand in the air.
“I have your basic information that they collected upon your arrest. Name, date of birth, crime. But I need to know what it is you do...”
“Your profession.”
“I don’t have a profession. I’m going to trial.”
“Everyone has a profession.”
You stayed silent, not wanting to give this capitol worker any more information than he already had on you. Your town did well enough staying out of their way and business, keeping to yourselves besides when they demanded crops. Giving away too much about yourself seemed unwise.
Tsu eyed you and asked suspiciously, “Was it a, let’s say, less prestigious profession that you are more inclined to not disclose?”
You saw he was eyeing your arms and then neck causing you to you ask, “What do you mean?”
“Do you know women here in the city — and many other places in the kingdom for that matter — are tattooed?”
“I’ve seen people passing through with them yes.”
“Tattoos are normal, expected even. Your body is a canvas. And having the freedom to do with your skin as you please is a status symbol.” You stared at him dumbly, not picking up what he was trying to get at. He sighed, lowering the technological device and leveled with you, “Ladies of the night do not have tattoos. They’re not free and their skin is kept clear to show that. And to me, you look like ink has never touched your skin. Am I correct?”
Heat came to your cheeks, and you sputtered offended, “I’m not a lady of the night! I worked for the local librarian if you need to know! It just didn’t pay well, and I was hungry!”
So much for not giving him information. But he had provoked you. You were always told you had a temper.
“So, you’re saying yes your skin is clear?”
“Yes it is but I’m not a trollop!”
“It matters not. It will invite unwanted attention from people here in the city. And trust me, the higher up they are in status, the bolder they will be about assuming you are... open.”
Exasperated, you asked, “What does this have to do with my trial?”
Tsu shrugged, “With my help, you may not have to go to trial. You’ll just be sentenced to work in the capitol building. Here. I’m just trying to explain to you briefly how some things work. And I was merely asking what you did so I could better place you. If you were working nights, then, there is a spot for you, despite your immediate disdain for the profession. But, if that’s not the case, then I can find you something else here.”
“For how long?” you asked upset.
Tsu shrugged and said, “The typical time for a crime in your bracket is a year.” Your stomach dropped. An entire year spent here? Wearing a collar? Away from your home. “If you are outstanding — and someone happens to notice, which is rare — you could have a couple months shaved off. The other way, if you are unsuitable or enrage someone, they could seek to extend your sentence.”
“So, I am to be at the mercy of these wealthy, spoiled assholes’ whims?” You demanded before you could stop yourself.
That drew the briefest of smirks out of hum before he cleared his throat and said, “As assuming as it is for me to hear you share that behind closed doors with me, because it is true, I would watch your tongue very closely. That’s something that would most certainly get your sentence extended.”
“Noted,” you muttered, sinking back into your seat.
Tsu turned the tablet towards you and said, “If you would prefer to do what I am offering instead of facing trial and time in a cell, sign here stating you understand the conditions.”
You stared at the tablet, weighing your options. This way, you knew exactly what you were getting into and having knowledge and a plan seemed a comfort than going in blind. Reaching forward, you held out your hand.
“Use your finger. There’s no pen.”
Tracing your name, you watched it appear in gold before solidifying in black in the document.
“Perfect. Let’s get you changed into a servant’s gown. And get that collar off.” The collar was going to come off? He must have seen the shock on your face. “You’ll be given an ankle bracelet. It will look delicate, beautiful even, but trust me, it won’t break. And they’ll get an alert if there’s a lot of pressure aka you trying to do so. And that can also get you added time.”
It only took half a day for you to find yourself in more trouble. You had been following Tsu as he gave you a tour around the castle and you had stopped as the two of you crossed a bridge. You had been transfixed by the sight of the city, your hands coming to rest on the balcony as you took it in.
You felt a hand at your ass before it cupped, and breath was hot on your ear.
“My, my, I don’t think I’ve seen you before, lovely,” the man rasped.
“Don’t touch me, you piece of shit!” you exclaimed, whipping around and shoving him. He stumbled back away from you, barely catching his balance having been so caught off guard by your reaction. You doubted the people here ever received pushback from servants. He looked furious.
“What did she just say?” the man demanded, coming for you but someone stepped in his way.
This other man was blonde, short haired. “There’s no need to maim the girl here in public, is there?”
The first man looked ready to explode but he grated, “Did you hear what she said to me, Master Barton? She—"
“I have ears and they’re perfect, so yes I did hear what she said,” Barton replied coolly.
Tsu had come back to your side — how far had he gotten, talking to himself, before he realized you were not behind him? He pulled you a few paces away.
“What’s going on, sir?”
Before Barton could say anything, the man spat, “That little wench shoved me and swore at me!”
Tsu inhaled deeply before hissing in your ear, “Did you hear nothing of what I spoke?” You opened your mouth to protest but he continued on in a hushed whisper, “This whole thing can possibly be fixed if you just go apologize. And if you do this I’m going to have to grab the back of your neck without any resistance from you.”
“Gods,” you breathed.
“I’m serious.”
You gave the slightest of nods before Tsu’s hand was tight around the back of your neck and he walked you past Barton to the man. He was staring at you ferociously, like he wanted to tear you apart.
“She’s just arrived today but that doesn’t excuse her actions. She would like to beg your forgiveness,” Tsu told him, and his fingers flexed, signaling for you to start.
You had dealt with bullies before. You could do this.
Trying to keep the disdain out of your tone, you said, “I’m sorry for being enraged and acting impulsively. It was uncouth of me. I’m new and I am trying to learn how to act respectively with your customs. I beg your forgiveness.” You quickly added, “Sir.”
The man straightened out his shirt before sneering, “These little whores keep getting more brazen. Keep them in line!”
With that he turned on his heel and stormed off.
Tsu let go of your neck and he breathed easier that it had not escalated, and the man had begrudgingly accepted your apology. You caught Barton watching and he winked at you before turning on his heel and leaving as well.
Tony was watching the screen of the security footage with arousal swimming in his eyes, his fingers at his lips at the woman. He was insatiable at times with his lust — the whorehouse a place he frequently relished in. He turned his attention to Steve.
Steve was cold at first, displeased by the mountain girl’s behavior towards one of the council members. But upon seeing her come back and apologize, a small smirk broke out.
“Thought you might find that interesting,” Clint commented, leaning against the wall. “Seems there’s a little hellion now in our midst.”
Tony paused the recording on a close up of her face and Steve leaned forward. He studied her for a few moments before telling the guards.
“Send her our way,” he ordered. “We’ve needed a new chambermaid. And I haven’t had to break a new one in in a while.”
“Cause she definitely didn’t mean a word of that apology. Look at that fire in her eyes,” Tony chuckled, strolling closer to the screen, looking at her face on the paused screen. Quietly to himself more than anything, his fingers tapping his lips, he said, “No... no you didn’t, did you, little vixen?” He was drinking the sight of her in, and he adjusted his pants, already titillating himself at the thoughts playing in his mind. Turning away from the screen on one foot, he went back for his goblet, taking a drink. He smacked his lips and vowed, “She’ll mean it when we ask for an apology. Of that I am certain.”
“Whatever she’s been assigned, reassign her to our villa community,” Steve added. “She’ll have plenty work there to learn her manners.”
Marvel tags: @coconutqueen21​ @undecidedsworld​ @holl2712​ @agustdowney​
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buppybucky · a day ago
PAIRINGS! ex!dilf!bucky barnes x reader
SUMMARY! “then why do i still love you?” he asked, kissing you slowly.
WARNINGS! unprotected sex, 18+ minors dni, public sex kinda, oral (m rec), face-fucking, slight degrading, breeding kink, mentions of alcohol, reader almost passed out.
A/N! celebrate 600 followers with me and ex dilf bucky!
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bucky was on his way over to collect your daughter as it was his week to spend time with her. he told you he was taking her away to disney, you wanted to go but you didn’t want to impose and be rude.
you had your daughters bag packed with all her disney stuff and you had her dressed up beautifully. “mommy hurry oh my god!” your daughter, harlow, whined. “harry, calm down.” you giggled.
she whined louder and stomped her feet. “you act like this around daddy?” you stood up, taking her hand. she nodded and walked downstairs with you. “oh yeah? and daddy lets you?”
she nodded again and sat up on the couch. “and he gets me what i want, he says he’s a sucker for me.” she swung her legs around. you chuckled and grabbed her bag.
“well, daddy’s a sucker for anyone.” you joked as you handed her the backpack and put the small suitcase on the floor. “sometimes i hear daddy say he misses you.” harlow smiled up at you.
you froze before moving slightly and smiling down at her. “well, we all miss what we can’t have, darling.” you said, handing her a donald duck teddy bear. your daughter nodded and sighed.
“but daddy can have you, you always see him!” she protested, getting off the couch. you smiled at her and shook your head. you heard a knock on the door, making you smile.
you opened the door and invited bucky inside. “hey harry! how are you, my petal?” bucky bent down in front of his daughter, hugging her tightly. “i have coffee ready, if you want some?” you offered.
bucky smiled and nodded walking with you. “hey! mommy can come with us to disneyland, right?” harlow ran over to you two. you looked down at her and shook your head slightly.
you poured bucky a cup of coffee and handed it to him. “that’s a great idea harlow.” bucky looked at you with a smirk. you sighed before looking at bucky with a smile. “yeah, no i have work.” you said.
bucky frowned and grabbed your phone. “i’ll call your boss, give you a week off?” he smiled, opening your phone. you hated yourself for setting such an obvious password.
“fine! god i’ll go pack my bags.” you walked off in a huff as you went to your room. you grabbed another suitcase and threw your clothes in it quickly, walking downstairs.
harlow squealed as she hugged you tightly. “you owe me.” you said through gritted teeth as you lifted harlow up. bucky smiled and nodded, grabbing both of the suitcases and bringing them to the car.
if you had to be honest, you didn’t like bucky. you two had ended on good terms but you couldn’t stand being around him. he was so overly affectionate and touchy.
he didn’t make you uncomfortable in anyway, he was just too much sometimes. you were all in the car, harlow was asleep and you were clearly annoyed as you rested your head on the window.
“i know y’don’t like me anymore, but i still wanna try again, y’know, f’harlow.” bucky said, giving you a quick glance. “we already tried, four times, we aren’t right for each other.” you said plainly.
bucky sighed and stopped at a stoplight. “every time, y’left me because of some stupid reason like leaving the toilet seat up, you’re over agitated.” he said.
you chuckled to yourself, realising that he was completely right. “sure, whatever, but we aren’t dating, just friends.” you said, looking over at him. bucky smiled and nodded, starting to drive again.
you all quickly arrived at the disney princess hotel that bucky had booked. you walked into the reception with harlow on your waist and bucky taking the suitcases.
bucky checked in and brought you all up to the room. “i think i should tell you that there’s only two beds so.” bucky smirked as he opened the door. you didn’t care at this moment, you had a cinderella themed bedroom.
it’s like bucky planned it out, because he knew cinderella was your favourite princess. “it’s beautiful.” you whispered as you looked around. “good, y’here for a week.” he said as he dragged the bags inside.
you sat down on the bed and put harlow down. “i think we should sleep and then explore tomorrow?” bucky said as he started putting the clothes away. you nodded and lifted harlow.
“c’mon, doll, it’s time for bed.” you said as you took off her outfit, slightly disappointed that it wouldn’t be shown off. she whined and ran at bucky. “fine, dad can dress you.” you said.
you grabbed a pair of silk shorts and a tank top before walking into the bathroom. you walked back in and got into bed almost immediately. “night love.” bucky kissed your daughters head.
“mommy!” your daughter screamed. you groaned and got up, kissing her head. “goodnight princess.” you said, turning to see bucky in the same spot. you sighed and walked around the bed.
once you got in, you turned away from bucky and cuddled against the pillow. “friends cuddle, y’know.” bucky whispered, tapping your waist. as much as you didn’t want to, your body betrayed you and turned over.
bucky smiled and wrapped his arms around your waist. you put your head on his chest and took in his scent. bucky rubbed your head and kissed your forehead.
the next morning moved quickly, you were all in a rush, trying to get to breakfast, then drive to disney. you were now currently standing in line for the magic tea cups.
bucky bought you too many things that you swore you would pay him back. bucky held you close for the entire time, almost as if you were married again. you felt happy again.
you all came back after a long day of walking, harlow was dead asleep and you and bucky were tired. “how about we get some drinks?” he smirked as he cocked his head towards the door.
you looked down at harlow, there was no waking her up at all. you bit your lip before nodding and walking out with him. “do you have the room key?” you asked before the door closed. “yeah.” he answered quickly.
you two walked down to the bar, where you slung back too many drinks. you were sat at the bar, laughing at an old memory brought up. “i still can’t believe you fell down my stairs in front of my dad!” you choked out.
bucky threw his head back and he erupted in a loud laughter. “i was drunk and your father was up my ass!” he complained, leaning forward. you fell onto his lap in laughter at his stupid you were when you were teenagers.
“we were so good together.” bucky shook his head as he wiped the small tears under his eyes. you nodded and took another sip of your wine. “we were, it’s a shame we had to grow up.”
bucky sighed and looked at you in awe. “i don’t think growing up was our problem.” he whispered, putting the glass of whiskey down. you shook your head and put your wine down.
“it definitely was, bucky, we started dating at sixteen, we were young and didn’t know anything.” you said, shaking the wine slowly. bucky took the glass from your hands, putting it down.
you looked at him and sighed, watching him closely. “age wasn’t ever a problem, doll.” he stood up, standing between your legs. “we outgrew each other, buck.” you whispered.
bucky shook his head and put his hands on your face. “then why do i still love you?” he asked, kissing you slowly. you sighed and pushed him back. “buck, we’re friends.” you shook your head, standing up.
bucky whined and gripped your waist, pulling you in and kissing you again. you gripped his face and pulled him in closer. “bucky.” you mumbled, pulling away.
you looked into his blue eyes and placed your forehead on his. “let me take care of you, please.” he whispered. you licked your lips and nodded, kissing him again.
bucky put his hands on your ass and started walking forwards, while you were walking backwards. bucky gripped your ass, making you gasp. bucky took this chance to slide his tongue into your mouth.
bucky pushed you up against the wall and gripped your ass tightly. “if you two could like.. not.” a preppy teenager spoke from the reception desk. you pushed bucky away and finally took your breath.
“yep, yeah.” bucky spoke as he wiped the side of his mouth, smirking at you. you two walked to the elevators, immediately falling together as if you were both magnets. “fuck i love you so much.” bucky moaned.
your hands found his hair, which you gripped tightly, pulling on the roots. bucky’s hands travelled from your ass to your thighs, lifting one of your legs up to his hip.
the elevator came down and the doors opened, a ding telling you both to pull away and get in. you both walked in and sighed. “wait— shit.” you said, pushing bucky away, who was trying to jump your bones.
“what about harlow?” you asked as you whispered. bucky bit his lip before hitting the highest floor. you got a few floors up before bucky stopped the elevator between floors.
you shook your head and bit your lip. “now i can fuck you.” bucky smirked as he peeled off his shirt, throwing it up. you watched it as it landed on the camera.
bucky pulled off your clothes, following by him and pulled you in close. “you’re still as beautiful as i remember you.” he whispered as he kissed your shoulder.
you moaned softly and gripped his back. “get on your knees, pet.” he whispered, watching you get down immediately. you grabbed bucky’s tight boxers and pulled them down, letting him kick them off.
you wrapped your hand around the base of his cock before jerking him off slowly. “please don’t tease.” he begged, a loud whine leaving his throat. you smirked and kitten licked his tip.
you sucked on it softly before moving your head down. you felt him start to thrust slowly, his tip hitting off the back of your throat and making you gag. tears started to form in your eyes.
you moaned as you gripped his hips, allowing him to thrust into you freely. “fuck baby, i missed your little mouth.” he whispered, throwing his head back with a groan.
you hallowed your cheeks and rolled your eyes to the back of your head, loving the feeling of bucky using you to pleasure himself. “gotta be inside you.” he lifted you up.
you whined and fell back against the wall. bucky pulled down your pants and panties before lifting you up. you smiled and wrapped your arms around his neck.
bucky positioned himself before sliding inside you. you arched your back and moaned out loud, wrapping your legs around his waist tightly. “fuck bucky.” you moaned.
bucky smiled and slowly thrusted into you, moaning out at your tightness. buckys hands found your ass and gripped it tightly. “y’feel so fucking perfect.” bucky slid his head in the crook of your neck.
your hands gripped on his t-shirt, pulling on it roughly. “fuck yes! oh you feel so good.” you moaned. bucky lifted your leg higher, sinking in deeper and bottoming out completely.
you cried out as he hit a certain spot you forgot existed. “bucky!” you yelled as you ripped the flimsy fabric of his t-shirt. bucky smirked at you and kissed you roughly.
you felt a small knot appear in your stomach, making you pull away and throw your head back. “that’s it, you’re so fuckin’ close i can feel ya.” bucky smirked.
you sighed and rolled your eyes to the back of your head, your mind going dizzy. your vision was blurry and you felt useless in your own body. “got ya all fucked out? hm? my dumb little baby looks so good.”
“fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.” you moaned, clenching against bucky’s cock. the knot in your stomach continued to tighten. “gonna cum!” you screamed as you felt yourself let loose.
bucky threw his head back and moaned. “fuck, you’re milkin’ my cock, baby, so fuckin’ good.” bucky groaned. you bit your lip and watched him fuck your almost unconscious self.
bucky released inside of you, fucking his seed deep inside of you. “gonna make you a mommy again, a sexy mommy.” bucky whispered, leaving his cock inside you.
“i love you so fucking much.” bucky whispered, kissing you again. you smiled into the kiss and looked down at him. “c’mon, we need to check on harry.” you pulled away.
bucky nodded and pulled out, pulling up your panties and your pants. you felt bucky’s cum pool in your panties. bucky pressed the floor button again, pulling up his boxers and pants.
you smiled at him and kissed his cheek. “got ya dick whipped, hm?” he joked as he wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you in. you squeaked and put your head on his ribs as he walked.
you both entered the bedroom and checked on harry, who was still asleep. “hm, well, shower sex?” bucky asked as he walked into the bathroom. you smiled and walked in with him.
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umavvitch · 2 days ago
the roles we play. (iii)
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synopsis |  your commander arranged a dinner party and things don’t go as planned.
pairings | dark!steve rogers x reader, natasha romanoff x reader and dark!steve rogers x natasha romanoff.
warnings | not proofread, sexual assault, sexism, noncon, dubcon, rape, smut, abuse, violence, flashbacks and dark themes.
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before gilead, there was shield. 
people who promised to protect and serve everyone.
every disaster, they were here.
the attack of new york
the civil war
world war ii
and the gilead colonization.
peggy remembered that day with complete details. how cries and screams of women and children, the police sirens, burning houses and buildings, blood layering the city.
peggy lost control of the situation and almost got killed by a guardian but luckily, sharon got to shot him. the blonde woman helped her get up back to her feet and gave her another gun.
“how many guns have we lost?!” peggy shouted as she shot all of the men coming for families who are attempting to escape.
“i don’t know! thousands!?” she answered her aunt. she noticed she was running out of bullets. “got any more bullets, tony?!” she yelled at the man whose helping others go in the boat. 
tony gestured peter to look for more bullets and looked inside of the black van (the only van that didn’t got blown up by gilead.), he grabbed the bags and saw nothing even if he shook them upside down. he ran outside and yelled “none!!”
sharon groaned in frustration, “where’s natasha if we need her..” she muttered. pushing the guardians off the escapers. peggy leading them to the boat, she saw that there was no space left for the others.
peggy looking back and forth to the boat and people in need of help. “that’s all we got, aunt peggy.” sharon said to her, getting inside of the boat herself. “we cannot leave them!!” she yelled at her. she looked at tony if had any other ideas. 
“peggy, gilead has blown up our vans and boats. we need to leave before more people die!” he explained to her. “no-no! tony, there must be another way!!” she begged. tony understanding her desperation, “we will find another way if we get them to canada first” he promised. 
peggy hesitated for a few minutes before going in, leaving millions behind.
“peggy!” maria called out as peggy was lost in her thoughts.
peggy flinched at the voice of her friend and turned around. “hey” 
“still thinking about it?” 
peggy nodded as maria sat beside her.
“don’t worry, i do that too.. everyone does.” 
“we- we left so many people..i don’t even know if natasha’s alive!” 
maria rubbed her hand to her back, attempting to comfort her.
“sharon managed to find some organization that might help us..the howling commandos..they have soldiers with them, we’ll just have to convince stark..” maria informed her.
maria sighed, placing her hand over peggy’s.
“we will get through this, peggy. trust me.”
you’ve been waiting here with your commander, his wife, gamora and clint in the doorway for god knows how long. commander rogers said that we must all wait for them earlier than usual. you don’t know why and everyone seems to as well.
with so many time in your hands, you observed the people beside and before you. gamora had scars on her brown skin, it was old and dry so you assumed she had that ever since. clint also had a scar in his right blonde brow and his eyes looked mysterious. as if he’s hiding something from you. commander rogers looked...prepared as before. he always groomed his blonde hair well. mrs rogers’ red hair is in a bun as always but it’s messier than it was before and she always wore a teal dress that showed off her collarbones but seems like she did the opposite tonight.
“oh, they’re here!” commander rogers exclaimed happily and everyone stood up straighter, ready to meet everyone.
the first person to come in was commander brock rumlow and his wife, wendy  rumlow. the man was as tall as steve and as large too. he smirked when he saw you. all you wanted to do that moment was to spit on him but you know better than enrage the sons of jacob.
good evening, commander rogers.” he greeted, shaking your commander’s hand. “good evening to you too, agent- i mean mrs rogers.” he grinned as his wife looked terrified beside him. mrs rogers glared at the man but instead of feeling threatened, he felt entertained by the woman’s dismay. “sorry. became a habbit.”
steve also looked irritated by him and just waved him to come inside.
then everyone else came in.
all were of course happy commanders and wives. greeting them politely and letting them join the dinner party.
the last person to arrive was james barnes. he was alone which you don’t even think it’s possible, every wives must accompany their husbands. that’s what aunt lydia said. james looked rough, his hair was longer than other men and was sporting a beard also longer than others.
“rogers” he greeted. almost sounding like he’s mocking him.
“commander rogers.” commander rogers corrected him.
barnes scoffed. “what happen to you, steve?” he questioned, his brows furrowed as he looked at his old friend.
mrs rogers seemed amused by the scene. “natasha,” barnes greeted. she smiled at him and asked where’s his wife was.
“mrs is home. sick.”
“again?” commander rogers questioned. 
“why is she always sick? i would be disappointed if you ever let her escape again.” he jested.
“no, of course not. not when gilead has led our people..blessed be the fruit!” he mocked.
as commander rogers looked like he was about to roughen up barnes, mrs rogers offered him to join them and he accepted.
“you don’t want to embarrass us in front of our friends, do you?” she whispered to him but steve seemed to be more angry but decided to hide it because his wife is right. he cannot afford his reputation being ruined.
“gamora, you may dine them please and ofsteven can help you.” she commanded as you two scurried your way to the kitchen.
“he’s a bit grumpy..” you whispered to gamora.
gamora nodded, “that’s why i don’t like the guy.”
by the time, they finished their meals, all of the commanders settled in commander rogers’ office, talking about everything or nothing, you supposed.
“how’s ofsteven, commander?” commander strucker asked.
“she’s alright. we haven’t started the ceremony though.” commander rogers replied, sipping his champagne.
“very obedient. not bad looking too..” commander rumlow chuckled.
“oh! mexico’s fertility rates are dropping, they must’ve planned visiting and trading handmaids.” mrs rumlow informed.
“i hope not.” mrs rogers replied before sipping her wine. “how’s your baby, mrs larson?” she asked.
“beautiful! has the biggest blue eyes and loves eating apples.” she giggled. “have you seen barnes’ new child? diana barnes?” she questioned.
everyone shook their heads. “what? commander barnes adopted a child? no handmaid?” mrs rogers raised her eyebrow.
“oh! you must visit her sometime. she is so beautiful with her glowing brown skin. a lucky family!” mrs larson giggled.
all of the wives talking and giggling in the living room but except natasha romanoff rogers. she continued sipping her wine, regretting meeting steven grant rogers.
the dinner party ended with commander alexander pierce talking to commander steven rogers. 
“i must say, steven, you have outdone yourself. a beautiful life with beautiful and obedient women in your life.” he smiled, giving steven’s muscular arm a pat.
steven grinned. “i cannot even express in words on how much i’m thankful for helping me so much, commander pierce.” 
commander pierce replied with a grin. “you helped me built gilead. that’s enough, commander rogers.”
two women walking to their way, mrs rogers and mrs pierce. “you have a wonderful home, commander rogers” mrs pierce complimented.
“thank you, thank you.” mr rogers replied, putting his arm around his wife. 
“alright, david is here. see you soon, steven and natasha.” commander pierce waved as his wife went inside of the car before him.
the two waved until the car was gone and went back inside of their luxurious house.
“long day,”  commander rogers sighed.
“mhm..” mrs rogers hummed in response and walked upstairs. 
“natasha,” he called out, looking up to his wife.
natasha looked down, waiting for whatever her husband say what he wants to say.
“wait for me in the bed room.” he commanded.
natasha frowned and nodded, continuing walking upstairs but slowly.
she slammed the door and slowly removes her teal dress, then her underwear in front of the tall mirror.
looking at her reflection. she couldn’t recognize herself. she wasn’t natasha romanoff. the natasha who saved hostages, families, children. the natasha who worked for shield.
steven quietly comes in and saw his wife’s tears streaming down her pale skin. sneaking on her by caressing her breasts. natasha flinched. “steven, stop it.” she sighed.
steven still continued, kissing her neck and cheeks. “steve.” she warned. steven pushes her down the bed. “steve!” she shouted. his weight on her, unzipping his black pants and slipping his manhood into her.
she still struggling to get him off of her, shouting from her throat. “STOP!!” she screamed. “no,” steven whispered. “i won’t.”
natasha looked over the night stand and saw a pen. she wringgled her hand out and took it to stab his arm.
steve jumped and yelled. “FUCK!” he screamed, standing up and pulling out the pen out of his right arm. blood coming out of his flesh. he looked over to his wife, frightened and trembling.
“stay.” he warned, pointing his finger to her. “stay there.” he walked outside of his bedroom. going in the kitchen to see you and gamora cleaning up the plates.
gamora’s and your eyes widen at the sight of your commander, holding his arm as blood comes out of it.
“gamora, go and company natasha. do not allow her to sleep until i’m in the room.” he hissed. “y/n. you come with me and tend my wound.”
you opened the cabinet where gamora keeps the first aid. placing the box beside the large man, who’s observing you quietly.
“commander, let me- please.” you softly said. he removed his hand on his arm and it was bloody. you took out cotton ball and wiped the blood clean off his wound.
he hissed through his perfect white teeth by the pain. 
you took out a bandage and placed over his wound. “it’s finished, commander rogers.”
he softly caressed your face. you trembling in fear. “you’re beautiful..” he mumbled, looking at your face. tears starting to stream down your cheeks. “sir, someone will see-” “no. nobody won’t.”
he slowly took your face, locking your lips to his. his tongue exploring the parts of your mouth. you let out a sob. his lips no longer on your lips but on your neck. “don’t be scared.” he whispered, caressing your clothed pussy.
you accidentally moaned. he smirked. pulling up your skirt and pulling down your underwear to finger your wet pussy. his finger swirling in every right parts, you mewling moans.
he pulls out his finger and tastes it. “delicious.” he smirked and pulled down his pants, his cock going inside in your pussy. you moaned in pain and pleasure as he groaned in pleasure. “mmhh, you’re so tight..” he moaned.
he begun to buck his hips to yours and your flesh slapping to his and your moans filled the kitchen room. “you’re better than i imagine.” he whispered. you almost to orgasm.
“ah fuck, m’ gonna cum.” he groaned. pulling your hips tight and filling in your inside. you two collapsed on each other, sweaty and dewy.
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I Know What’s Best - Part 11
Summary: Being the daughter of wealthy politicians, your life   reeks of privilege. You would do anything to make your parents happy,   and then you meet Captain America, how much is your life gonna change?
Dark!Steve Rogers x Innocent!Reader
Warnings: Extreme manipulation, stalking, dub con (non con), Daddy kink, unprotected sex, a little bit of degradation kink.
Tags: @lostinthoughtsandfeelings​, @hhiggs​, @navybrat817​, @imsonick​, @akamaiden​, @shadowcatsworld​, @thelostallycat​, @captainamerica-is-bae, @nsfwsebbie​.
I Know What’s Best Masterlist.
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Everything was a bit fuzzy. You were trying to go back to the Tower, but you had no idea if you were even going in the right direction. It felt like you were going to throw up but nothing came out, people started to notice that you weren’t alright. You supported yourself at a building wall, you couldn’t walk anymore, and you had no idea why you were feeling like this.
“Hey, are you alright?” A man said to you, he seemed really concerned with you. But something about him raised red flags in your confused head. 
The man came closer to you, his hands went to your waist and you had no way of fighting him off. He was impossibly close to you, it was uncomfortable, you tried to push him away but he simply grabbed your arms.
“Let’s get out of here.” He whispered in your ear, the desire to throw up came back for a whole different reason. The man was guiding you somewhere, but you had no idea where.
Suddenly the man fell on the floor, and you saw Steve. He was beating the man badly.
“If you value your worthless life, you will leave the city and never come back because if you don’t, I will kill you, but not before I torture you, slowly.” The man ran away as fast as he could, Steve quickly went to you.
“Princess, you scared the hell out of me. Are you okay?” That was the last thing you heard before you fainted in Steve’s arms.
You woke up in your bedroom at the Tower, with a horrible headache. Everything that happened today was coming back to you, especially Steve’s ex girlfriend, Sharon. That brought tears to your eyes. Why was this happening to you?
“Hi, you’re finally awake. I was worried sick about you, princess.” Steve sat down on the bed next to you, and you tried to get away from him, Steve noticed immediately, you probably didn't. “What’s the matter, princess. Why are you crying?” Steve grabbed your hand and kissed it, and he dried the tears on your cheek.
“Your ex-girlfriend was at the party today.” You really didn't want to talk about this, but you had to.
“Was that the reason why you left without talking to me first?” Just by looking in Steve’s eyes you were feeling much better.
“Yes, she was crazy. She was saying crazy things that you and her belong together and that she wanted me to learn my place, that you’re hers. But that’s not true, right?” You knew that Steve didn't want anything with his ex, but you just needed the words to come from his mouth.
“Of course it isn’t true, me and Sharon broke up long before I first saw you. She couldn’t give me what I wanted, and she’s not well mentally as you could see. For me, there’s only you, princess.” It felt like a weight was being lifted off your shoulders, hearing Steve confirming everything you already knew was heavenly.
“What she couldn’t give you?” That sparked your curiosity.
“A family, Sharon can’t conceive. And that caused our relationship to sour, she didn't accept that she couldn’t give me what I wanted the most, that made her violent, unstable. I’m really sorry that you were put in harm’s way, but she’ll never bother us, ever again, or our family.” You were so happy, having a family with Steve would be the best thing to ever happen to you. “But I just need to ask you one thing, princess.” He was serious now.
“Anything, daddy.” You would do anything for Steve.
“Don’t do that again, don’t leave me without telling me where you’re going. That man would’ve hurt you, and if that happened, I wouldn’t be able to live with myself. Can you do that for me, princess?” 
“Of course, daddy.” That was a no brainer, you could never make Steve that worried about your safety ever again.
“Good, because I would hate to punish my princess. I would hate to not see your pretty face when you’re cumming all over my cock, I would hate to see your ass full of bruises. Well, maybe I wouldn’t hate that all that much.” Steve started kissing that weak spot in your neck, that spot that made you weak in your knees.
His hands worked quickly to remove your clothing, it’s amazing how much you crave Steve, how much your body needs his touch. Steve started playing with your nipples, making you moan. He loved every single moan, every whimper, it’s ingrained in his mind. You opened your legs and he started to finger you at a slow pace.
“Please don’t tease me, daddy.” How could Steve deny such a sweet request from his princess?
“Do you want hard and fast? Are you going to be my obedient little slut, princess? Is that it?” Steve was fingering you at an inhuman pace, making you a horny mess.
“Yes, daddy.” That’s when Steve felt it.
“I can feel you clenching around my fingers, are you going to cum already? Cum all over my fingers, such a good little slut, princess.” Your body was at his mercy, you came hard, squirting all over his hand and bed. Steve helped you come down from your high, that’s when you felt the sheets wet.
“I made a mess, daddy.” You giggled, putting your face in your hands.
“Don’t worry, we’ll make even more of a mess. Ass up, princess.” You quickly obeyed, getting in position, while Steve was getting rid of his clothes.
Steve’s pace was relentless, his cock was so deep inside you hitting your cervix in the most delicious way. It was the perfect mix of pain and pleasure, Steve was slapping your ass.
“You look so good like this, princess.” Steve’s grunts and moans were music to your ears. “Are you going to cum again? Cum all over my cock, princess.” Steve took his cock off of you and you squirted again. Steve thrusted inside you again, making you scream. 
“You feel amazing, your pussy is so tight, princess.” Steve’s cock was hitting your cervix in the most delicious way, you felt like an outer body experience, Steve was giving you so much pleasure. More than what your body could handle, making you faint. But Steve didn't stop his merciless thrusts, you felt too heavenly for him to stop. Your pussy was the best thing in the world, Steve was sure, and it was only his, forever. 
You woke up with Steve’s grunts and moans in your ear, he was holding you down, his weight on top of you was making it a bit more difficult to breathe, but you didn't care. 
“Are you going to cum again on my cock, princess?” You were so sensitive from the previous orgarms, that you were screaming, you couldn’t speak. “My little slut is so cock drunk that she can’t even speak, huh?” Steve put his hand on your mouth, muffling your screams. He was thrusting with even more vigour, his pace was inhuman, thanks to the serum. Steve’s other hand found its way to your clit, rubbing it rentelessy. Which took another orgarm from you.
But Steve didn't stop, you were drooling on his hand, your eyes went to the back of your head more times than you could count, you started shaking your head to signal that you couldn’t take it anymore, but Steve only stopped your head in place and kept going. 
“I think you can give me a few more, right princess?” Steve started nodding your head for you, but you didn't think that you could handle any more. But it felt so good, so much pleasure that it was painful, the lines between them were blurred.
Steve was ruthless, this was definitely the best fuck he ever had. One more reason to the infinite ones that he had for loving you, you were perfect.
“You’re doing so well, taking me like this, princess. You really are my dirty little slut, aren’t you?” This time you didn't need to nod your head, you did that yourself. You wanted to be Steve’s dirty little slut, even though you didn't fully comprehend what that meant. You would be anything for Steve. “I’m gonna cum.” Steve announced, and you felt his cum deep inside you, making you cum one more time.
Steve came off you and started to cuddle with you, his fingers running around your body, saying that you were exhausted was an understatement. You quickly fell asleep with the sound of Steve’s voice whispering sweet nothing in your ear and telling how much he loves you.
As soon as you were in a deep sleep, Steve left your bedroom. He needed to handle other things now.
Sharon was strapped in a chair, with duct tape in her mouth. When she got into the Tower, Tony was the one that put her there, by Steve’s request. 
“Don’t worry darling, he will be here in a minute to deal with you. He’s probably almost finished fucking his sweet, innocent girlfriend.” Tony never liked Sharon, so torturing her emotionally would be sweet, before Steve started the physical one.
Sharon was crying from how angry she was with herself, for believing in Steve’s lies. That’s when her and Sharon heard the door being opened, it was Steve. He approached her and removed the duct tape from her mouth, he wasn’t gentle either.
“You put my princess in danger, you put something in her food. Tell me, what was it?” The way that Steve was looking at Sharon, she never saw this look before, not on Steve, just on murderers.
“I didn't do anything…” Steve slapped her, and a loud crack was heard, Sharon’s cheekbone broke, just by Steve’s slap.
“DON’T LIE TO ME.” He yelled, now Sharon was properly scared from the man that she loves.
“Fine, fine…” Sharon’s breathing was shallow, she was terrified. “I was giving her birth control, but I probably gave her too much. That’s why she was feeling bad today.” Sharon’s speech was slurred, because of her broken cheekbone.
“How did you pass my security?” Now Tony was intrigued, his security was the best in the world. Sharon tried to laugh, but she winced due to the pain.
“You should really treat your staff better, they don’t like you very much.” 
“I’ll keep that in mind, I need to take care of this. Steve, once you’re finished you can leave the mess here.” Tony left Steve and Sharon alone, and she knew, she knew that coming out alive, wasn’t going to happen.
“You thought I wasn’t going to find out? You put my princess in danger, you really don’t want me to a family?” Steve was so angry, he slapped Sharon again, in the other cheek. Breaking the other cheekbone as well. “A disgusting man groped her, you’re lucky that nothing happened.” Sharon couldn’t speak anymore, she could only whimper. Steve went to grab the gun.
“Goodbye, Sharon. You won’t be missed.” Steve shot Sharon in the head, he tossed the gun away. He left the room and went back to be with his princess, the only girl in his life that’s worth killing for.
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imdarkinme · 2 days ago
Help finding a fanfiction!
tw:noncon, stalking, dark themes
So the plot of the story went something like reader being infatuated with Steve and stalking him until he catches her in his house and decides to punish her and scare her away? But the reader is happy I guess at the end that she got him to come inside her... I'm not sure. Something along those lines. I just remembered that one in a flash but have no clue where to find it. If someone knows who the author is please let me know! Thank you!
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thesummerpetrichor · 2 days ago
The world above the sky ~ Chapter Eight
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Dark! Steve Rogers x Fairy! Reader
Series Summary : where a fairy accidentally teleports to earth from her realm underground, only to be saved by the avengers. Steve ends up taking a liking to her, and sees her as the perfect subject for his twisted fantasy.
Series warnings: Violence, abuse, manipulation, psychological abuse, mature themes, age gap relationship, unreliable narrator, eventual smut, obsessive behaviour, innocent reader. Dub con, Non con, angst, grooming I guess. I wanted steve to be a very realistic dark and predatory character.
Chapter Warnings: manipulation, Unreliable narrator, Steve being a lil creepy hoe.
A/N: It’s almost been two months and I’m back with chapter eight. Thank you for being so patient with me but I had a little bit of trouble getting Steve just right this chapter. I think I did okay but it’s a bit of a filler and set up for the next one which will have a lot of action and good stuff. There are parts where Steve doesn’t really tell you how he feels or rushes things and I tried to convey he does this when he speaks about things that make him look bad or that are probably slightly in accurate or give away too much of how he’s really feeling!! I hope you enjoy this chapter and I won’t make you wait for the next one for like 60 days lol.
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My eyes zoned out on the lamp beside Bruce’s head, a week of my rendezvous with the butterfly and I had almost completely broken the ice. She had started telling me things, asking me things, showing me things, and occasionally confiding in me regarding her crippling fear of getting her wings clipped. They told her to beware of humans back in her realm, said we would clip their wings and keep them in cages, quite outrageous if you ask me.
I mean if I was being honest it was a rather violent, I didn’t blame her, but that’s not a discussion for today. Though the thought had definitely bored it’s way into the back of my mind and sat there since she told me. An interesting conversation on fictional stories her superiors told her when she was younger bringing up the topic to begin with. Even Fairies spun fairy tales.
Besides spending her time telling me about life below the ground she spent her days with her nose buried in books. She also liked to garden, and occasionally visit the “wildlife” in the woods beside the compound; the bunnies, cats and as she called them “baby foxes”. We’d been there a couple of times, evening walks usually consisting of only a little more than silence.
She liked fluttering around, I assume the forest reminded her of the fauna and flora back home, providing her comfort. She could find solace here, in the forest, right up on earth, and with me standing behind her, watching over her, it sure was going to feel like home.
She’d zap past the trees, head snapping back every once in a while to find me, of course she couldn’t be by herself, there was danger there too you know, it simply wouldn’t be safe to leave her be. Her hand in mine as we walked down the trail, an action she undertook under the guise of protection often turning into one of purely affection, longing and need.
Our evening walks were our thing, just me and her, no interruptions, none of my bothersome collages there to disturb and disrupt our time together. Just us, the evening’s slightly west leaning sun, and her favourite baby foxes, cats, and bunnies. She was just as loveable as they were. Wide eyed, unsuspecting beings, frolicking under the generous umbrella of trees above them.
She had a knack of communicating with animals you know, they seemed so drawn to her, comfortable. Pretty often they’d find themselves perched in her lap, or find her squatting to their level to pat them on the head between their ears. I liked watching them nuzzle into her touch, I liked watching her so relaxed and at ease. The sound of her giggles and coos would be my source of happiness for weeks to come.
The extended arm and gentle demeanour frequently called for similar behaviour from her companion; me. The fairy taking my rough hands in her soft ones and gifting them with a fluffy friend she met along the trail rather frequently. Instructing me to pet and ruffle it’s fur, but not to harshly, not too gently, just enough. She guided the back of my index to caress their faces, the gestures nothing but pure and kind.
6 feet odd standing above her my eyes seldom left her face, the her soft skin glistening under the late afternoon sun, that merciful smile. She wouldn’t hurt a fly.
Oh how I loved the way she fluttered around me, the soft chime of her wings and the sparkling specs around her made her look more like an angel than a fairy. She was enjoying my company and I was certainly enjoying hers. Moments like those we had behind the cover of the thick green; domestic and tame, so.. well..... normal. Stable. Mundane. A glimpse into the life I wanted ever so badly, the one I told you about again and again. So close I could almost touch it. It was coming together. Slowly. But surely.
But then I found myself standing in Tony’s toy room, snapped out of my Utopia and back into reality. Listing to two middle aged men drone on and on about complex alchemy and short creatures with wings and I had to sit there and pretend like I was enjoying the conversation.
Those two buzz kills ended up finding a way to restore her stone, something about finding this other special stone similar to her old one from a mine guarded by hydra agents halfway around the world and using moonlight and her powers to restore its magic or something ridiculous like that. Not like it mattered to me, I had one job, and it was either making sure she fell too much in love with me to leave me, or making sure no one got their hands on that piece of cheap jewellery.
I sighed as we concluded the meeting, I didn’t dare look in the direction of my butterfly, afraid I’d see her happy eyes and wide smile, ready to go back home. Those moments we shared not impactful enough to have her rush to me, hug me tight and beg me to let her stay with me on earth.
She meant everything to me
This was her home. I concealed my anger and disappointment and participated in the planning of the mission. We decided we’d leave at dawn the next day, we had to travel all the way to Europe. According to Tony we’d better be “on our way early.” I finished up and picked up the file with the mission information, as team leader I still had an obligation to be prepared so no one got hurt, well almost no one.
“Well you look awfully lachrymose.”
I tuned around to see Natasha behind me, a file in her hand as she stepped into my office at the compound. I was surprised to see her no doubt, because I didn’t remember leaving anything behind.
Clad in her trousers and sweater she walked towards my desk and dropped the file there. “Aren’t you going to spend some time with your “little Butterfly”? I mean she’s going to fly out the cage pretty soon isn’t she Rogers?”
I will not lie, I was rather perplexed by her comments, never had I called her my butterfly in public, especially not when Natasha was around, and I for sure didn’t plan on letting anyone know my feelings towards the fairy, but it turns out I hadn’t been as stealthy as I assumed. While my voice didn’t waver the ache in my chest had built, the tense in my jaw competing for second place.
“You got anything useful to contribute Romanov? Or are you just going to stand there and make innuendo?”
My comments elicited a breathy laugh from my colleague, who decided that the conversation we were about to have required a closed door, so, well, she closed the door.
Taking a couple steps towards me she put herself between myself and the paperwork, making it impossible for me to avoid her rather piercing gaze. “I mean I thought I might inform you your little play thing isn’t a naive dove in need of coddling, I thought that might be pretty useful, because you..” she poked the centre of my forehead with the back of her pencil, “definitely seem don’t seem to know that.”
The tension was palatable, if I knew anything about the Russian assassin it was that she was luring me into a trap. Trying to elicit some sort of untrue answer from the mouth of the innocent was her specialty. I didn’t let perfectly trimmed eyebrows and charmingly rosy cheeks corner me into giving her what she wanted.
“Excuse me?”
“Oh you know, walking her to bed, cooking for her, having her within arms reach at all times, insisting on holding her when she’s tired and can’t use her wings....…”
“it’s like you just need to be in control.”
I chucked, though it was rather humourless, it wasn’t everyday I had someone like her challenge me, I knew what she was doing, and I wasn’t going to give her the answer she clearly wanted. The ache in my chest had defiantly built, but I wasn’t relenting.
“I don’t know if your spy senses caught the way she acted when she came here, a 19 year old mythical creature who can barley walk falls to earth and you want me to abandon her?”
The red head scoffed, almost in disbelief, her eyes boring onto my own as her tone took a rather serious turn. I wasn’t intimidated, but having Natasha out of my corner was a threatening possibility, I had to have her trust, and I wasn’t going to let her outplay me, not this time. I could only hope she didn’t see my beating heart through my tightly fitting flannel shirt, because it sure felt like it was pounding out of my chest.
I was just a man trying to do the right thing, for the both of us. Nothing nice ever came easy and without pain and sacrifice. She would know better than anybody.
“My spy senses caught the way you sneak into her room after she falls asleep every night, they caught how a company card was billed for more of Bruce’s pretty blue pills..”
she tapped my nose with her pencil, and my eyes went crossed as I caught a glimpse of it. “he puts them on the Medical Tab by the way.” She stated matter of factly. The scent of daisies encroached on my personal space, her nose inches from mine as she stared me down, lowering her voice.
“and they definitely noticed the way you passed chapters on chapters of extraterrestrial literature that would have told you exactly what Tony and Bruce just did weeks ago. But I guess being frozen did some damage up there captain.” Why I didn’t protest and shut her up the way I would normally I couldn’t tell you. I had seemed to have lost my voice, but mother always told me only the guilty jumped to defend themselves.
“Must be why you missed that shes actually hundreds of years old, not a young duck in need of a saviour, converting years can be hard though so I don’t blame you... seemed more of an art person than I math person anyway. I’ve seen those sketches of hers you’ve drawn...... very impressive”
Truth be told I was stunned, shocked, taken back. I should have presumed she would have snooped around, but I wasn’t going to let her know that. If I’m being honest I’m glad she spoke before I did. To say I was tongue tied was a grave understatement.
I will not get into the details of how I defended myself, because truth be told I don’t really remember. It wasn’t awfully spectacular mind you, probably bad enough that I repressed the memory.
“If you say you’re looking out for her I believe you, not because I think you’re telling the truth, but because I’m deciding to believe you are.”
I decided to shut my trap, I’d done enough damage and I knew whatever I said she would use against me. I’m almost surprised she didn’t read me my Miranda rights, like I was some sort of criminal she was interrogating.
“I’m choosing to do that now, I may not always, but I want to. Don’t fuck around.”
And she just left. Not a word after that. I was left with my thoughts and a shit load of paperwork. What did she mean? She knew I was doing the right thing, I knew she knew.
I was. And anyone else who thinks otherwise clearly hasn’t loved someone the way I do. We were meant to be, and anyone who thinks they wouldn’t do what I did for a shot at a happy life clearly was privileged enough to already have one in the first place. Everything I ever wanted got ripped away from me, and I wasn’t letting the butterfly out of the palm of my hand. Never.
I opened the file Natasha had set on my desk; empty.
But I didn’t have time to dwell on her tricks and what they meant. As far as my fairy knew, tomorrow was the start of her journey home, and I needed to go tell her how sad and upset I would be once she left.
A pair of wings fluttered in front of me, the body they belonged to sitting hunched over what I assumed to be another book borrowed from Wanda’s library. I walked up behind her, the tips of my pointer finger and thumb gently grasping the very end of her wings. They felt silky, soft, supple, and no matter how many times I had them grace my touch I couldn’t get over how truly magnificent they were.
I tugged gently, careful not to hurt her in any way. I would never do that, I couldn’t. My heart jumped out of my chest every time my eyes landed on her, Id do anything for her. I was surprised she didn’t hear me coming, like a real butterfly would. Flutter away before I could get to her.
Ma always told me butterflies weren’t easy to catch, that if one landed on the tip of your finger she chose you, and that it was a great grift of nature that she did so. I could never seem to get one to dance right above my skin, then perch itself on the tip of my finger, and now that I had one I wasn’t going to let her go. Close my palm around her just enough so that she could never get away.
“Are you excited?”
I sat beside her, watching as she closed her book and leaned her face in her palms. “Aren’t you excited to get back home?” I was petrified of hearing a yes, like the world I had built for the two of us would crumble right as those words left her lips. So I closed my eyes and prepared for her answer.
She hummed unsurely, eyes meeting mine for the first time that day. I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding, she wasn’t sure and right now that was the best I could hope for.
“Seems a little scary going out there to get that stone, Im not really used to the whole “avenging thing.”” She chucked. My butterfly had nothing to worry about. I would always protect her, but she wasn’t really wrong. Securing a rare stone under Hydra protection was bound to cause all sorts of trouble.
“It’s going to be okay, we’ll take you there. All you need to do is tell us which stone matches your magic.” I brushed her cheek with the back of my index. “It would take someone working especially hard for you to get hurt my butterfly.” I reassured. She flashed me a bashful smile.
I was elated. The way she had warmed up to me, it was surreal. While she remained rather elusive she craved any sort of stability, or normal, and if things went according to plan the next day, she’d only crave and need me more, the way that I craved and needed her.
She turned atop her cloudy covers, swinging her legs back and forth. I made my way between her legs, kneeling between them. “So you’re not ready for your first mission?” I smiled sympathetically, looking up at her through my lashes. She looked unnerved, but answered nonetheless.
“Not really.. I-” she cut herself off, letting me take her hands in mine. “I guess I’m a little scared.. those agents I met the first day, they didn’t seem very nice.” She tried to lighten up the situation, but I knew she was afraid of getting hurt. The subtle laughter that she offered not genuine in the least.
“I’m just not immune to all the action stuff like you.” She fiddled with my fingers in her lap, a nervous tick of hers that she had developed over the past couple of weeks. I didn’t mind it, I didn’t mind it at all.
“Well it can be pretty terrifying sometimes, I’m not going to sugar coat it.” I watched as she drew patterns on my palm with the tip of her finger. “What’s the scariest part?” She didn’t meet my gaze, instead choosing to watch what she was tracing on my open hands.
“The world, it’s a spine tingling place, there’s always someone out there to get you, devoting their life to the downfall of yours. And well, outside earth, it’s even more frightening.” The look she gave me was heart melting, doe eyes and furrowed eyebrows, concern evident in her features.
I couldn’t deny the pang of guilt in my chest, sure the world was scary, and while telling someone who spent their life so sheltered that it was going to swallow her whole wouldn’t be the regular folks first choice, I was no regular folk, and neither was she. She needed to understand that the world was a hazardous place, and I would rather be safe than sorry when it came to her and anything that could possibly harm her.
While pushing wasn’t my orignal intent, I decided there was no better time than now, and that I better take my opportunity while I still had it. There was vulnerability in the air, fear and doubtfulness.
“But I guess the most frightening thing is that, you realise no one really looks out for you. Sure you may have friends and family, but after a point, everyone’s out for themselves, and you can’t blame them, but in the end, no ones going to wait up for you, I learned that when I got out of the ice.”
I cut her off rather quickly. “I know... it’s really disappointing, you’ve spent your whole life surrounded by good people. But even good people have priorities.”
“But people look out of each other, that’s what makes it a community.”
I sighed, stroking her thighs with my thumbs. “I know it’s disappointing sweetheart. But if that were true I’m sure we’d have a swarm of fairies encircling the compound wouldn’t we?”
Her features softened into the most devastating expression in the world. Pout evident on her lips. She didn’t want to believe a word I was saying, but what I brought up seemed to have hit her hard. Tears welled in her eyes and dripped down her cheeks, with the whine that escaped her lips and I knew I’d hit home with what I said. But she didn’t need anything or anyone besides me. She’s learn that soon, the sooner the better at least.
“No. No they have a reason they-” she shook her head, backing away from me a little, like averting my gaze would dissipate the thoughts I’d planted ever so gently in her blossoming mind.
I had to be quick to sooth her, the brain looks for quick answers and immediate comfort. All I needed to do was reassure her that things were going to be okay, that they may not have her back but I would.
I cupped her cheeks in my hands, brushing away her tears. “Hey, Shh it’s okay angel, you don’t need to worry.”
I took her hands in mine, grasping them tightly and pushing myself between her legs, letting them wrap around my waist. “You have me my butterfly.” I leaned my forehead against hers. “I’ll always protect you, I’m always looking out for you, remember that.”
There was a hopefulness in her eyes, so pure, divine, naive and trusting. I couldn’t let go of someone like her, she was too perfect. I was doing her only good by keeping her with me, there was nothing good waiting for her outside the protection of my arms, not here, not on Fairy Realm.
The glint on her eyes, nothing short of admiring, thankful. I brought her hands to my lips, kissing the back of them gently, brushing my thumbs over her knuckles. “You will...?”
“Cross my heart.” I traced over the left side of my chest with my pointer finger, letting my deep blues get lost in her orbs. Wiping her tears with the backs of her hands she sniffed. My answer had surprised her for sure, and while I knew I hadn’t destroyed the seeds of hope and trust her friends back home had sown into the fertile soil of her brain what I said was sure to nag her for years to come. And with the foundation I had set with that my work to show her the truth that everyone who wasn’t me didn’t care about her was just going to become easier and easier. Building on doubts and nuances Id make her realise just how fortunate she was to have me.
She took me by surprise, leaning in to placing a quick kiss to the tip of my nose, something I’d done to her quite often, and while she accepted my endearment quite well now, it was rare for her to ever return the same.
I could tell she was still shy about it by the way she immediately buried her face in the crook of my neck. Her fresh tears soaking the collar of my flannel shirt. She kissed below my ear rather tamely, whispering a quiet “thank you Stevie.” As she hid her face there. Stevie.
My heart exploded in my chest. I felt like I would melt into a puddle of sobs right there with her leaning against me. Something so small that probably meant nothing to her, it meant everything to me. That name, those kisses. It was what I had been working for. Weeks upon weeks of patience and worry, and slowly it was starting to pay off.
They weren’t just kisses and a stupid pet name. They were fruits of my hard work, fresh strokes on the canvas of my painting, the perfect life with the perfect dame. The paint was starting to fill the blank canvas, and oh what a beautiful picture I was painting. The lines soft and perfect, the paint all the right hues.
So I bid her my goodbyes after holding her in my arms, told her to get some rest. I kissed her cheeks and her forehead and nose, and reassured her one last time that I would always protect her. A new fire in my gut and voice in my head telling me not to give up, and that I was finally going to get what I’d desired for so long.
So when I left for my bedroom and my nearly full sketchbook, I left a little more happy than when I came in. That little bit of happiness, it can mean a lot. And if you asked me, it meant a heck of a lot more than you’ll ever know.
Skskskksk I hope you liked this!!! Sorry it took so long and I’m not back with a super incredible chapter but this was surprisingly hard to write. The next one makes up for it tho!! ♥️ disclaimer, fairies are all smaller than the average human and depending on what lore you read they tend to be around 5’00 tall hence the emphasis on Steve calling her “little” and the height difference. I wouldn’t specify any physical characteristics otherwise!!
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imaginedreamwrite · 2 days ago
Hellfire sneak peek
His eyes were gravitating toward you, his lips pursed. How could someone so innocent and lovely allow themselves to be looked up by young men like they were a piece of meat?
“Do your parents know you’re out here?” One of the residents in the vacation village asked the young woman , her judgemental eyes cast upon the short, tight jean shorts that’s hugged your hips and cupped your asscheeks.
“My parents,” you rolled your eyes and crossed your arms over your chest, pushing your breasts up to the point that they were almost spilling out, “are busy with their ‘bible study’.”
He was enraptured by this young woman, the beauty that defied all. He was enraptured by the fire in your spirit and the curves that made all the sinful men and boys around you drool at your exposed skin.
‘A shame’, he thought. ‘You need to be protected from the world by a firm hand, by a man of God.’
“Y/N dear, should you really be wearing that?” The old lady scolded you.
‘Yes,’ Steve agrees, ‘you shouldn’t be wearing exposing clothing for anyone but your husband.’
“You really should save your innocence-“
“My innocence is still in tact, Mrs. Humphrey.” You rolled your eyes again and lift the drink to your lips, the bottle disguised as an innocent drink but he knew better.
‘You need a firm hand,’ Steve thought to himself, picturing every way that a man like him could straighten out a woman like you, ‘and a firm spanking.’
“Be sure to tell your parents-“
“Whatever.” You rolled your eyes and turned your back, leaving the woman who was speaking to you, and the man you didn’t know was watching you.
“Someone needs to straighten that girl out, Father Rogers.” The woman addressed him, pointedly staring at you with narrowed eyes. “And a few prayers.”
He would be the one. He would be the one to settle you. He was going to the the one to place his firm hand upon your body.
You were going to be his little wife. You were going to be his pretty little woman.
God told him. You belonged to him.
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underdevelopedangst · 3 days ago
𝘚𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘎𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘙𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴
𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘴, 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘥𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰: 𝘯𝘰𝘯-𝘤𝘰𝘯, 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘵 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘩𝘪𝘤 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘴.
His Koala Bear @kinanabinks
Special Lessons @nastybuckybarnes
Sunshine @sweetlyscared
Need @sweetlyscared
I Know What’s Best @thisishowdynastiesareborn
Madness @nastybuckybarnes
Bad Dream @nastybuckybarnes
Sibling Rivalry @imdarkinme
Yours, Mine, and Ours @darkmasterlistyouneveraskedfor
Where Our Demons Hide @quietmyfearswith
It Will Come Back @honeydulcewrites
In The Woods Somewhere @honeydulcewrites
Just a Little Too Much @sebs-daybreak
Deep End @nastybuckybarnes
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charlotttttie · 3 days ago
Inspired by Another sunrise with you by @holacia2
Thank you for the inspiration 💙
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autumnrose40 · 4 days ago
Lovecraftian Love
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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Octo God Steve/Reader ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Every time one of his tentacles whipped out to wrap around another mans throat, it sounded like a whip cracking, you watch in fascination as the men above you choke out pleas but it does no good.
They had found you and tried to “save” you from your monster lover and now they had to pay, you watch them choke and thrash around, you watch as Stevens tentacles wrap tighter and tighter until their necks break, until all there is, is dead bodies falling to the floor, until all there is silence.
You look down at them and feel nothing for them, fools, they were fools.
When your lover wraps you up in those same tentacles that just murdered, you giggle and smile, feeling loved and cherished as he brings you to his chest and you hug him, and kiss him, loving on him how he deserves.
He was your protector, your lover, your God.
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punemy-spotted · 4 days ago
In this Life and the Next - Chapter 3
The Veil of Decency
Pairing: Helmut Zemo x Desi!Muslim!Reader; Steve Rogers x Desi!Muslim!Reader; Bucky Barnes x Desi!Muslim!Reader; Foursome
Warnings: Rape/Non-Con Elements; Dubious Consent; Soft!Dark!Steve; Soft!Dark!Bucky; Soft!Dark!Zemo; Stalking; Obsessive/Manipulative Lovers; Political/Mafia Elements; Blackmail/Coercion; Mentions of Hunting; Character Death; References to Reincarnation; Slow Burn; Possible Dead Dove: Would Not Eat; Murder; Obsession; Please Read At Your Discretion
Chapter Warnings: Stalking; Blood Mention; References to Hunting; References to Assault; Fear, Choking, The Dove is Probably Dead: Would Not Eat
Chapter Summary: They see you, you show them, and you will know them.
Masterlist; Chapter 1; Chapter 2
Notes: Finally, I got this chapter to work! I’m sorry this one took so so freaking long, but thank you for being patient with me. Updates to this fic may be slow if only because the flow is difficult to hit but I’ll keep trying. It’s my baby, I gotta.
I will be restructuring my outline for this fic as well so if you see changes to the Masterlist and the tags, that’s why.
Further thanks to @brandycranby who continues to tolerate me when I am in the throes of panic trying to make a chapter work and helps me work through the feelings.
Thank you for being here with me and as always, feedback is welcome.
All of my work is 18+ Only, Minors DO NOT INTERACT. I do not consent to my work being posted anywhere besides Tumblr or Ao3 and I post my work there myself. Do not copy, translate, or repost any of my content.
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An incomplete meeting is a promise to meet again.
Memories rise and fold into themselves, things you thought you dreamed bubbling into your subconscious as reality, things you thought you remembered falling away. You float, existing in the void of time and space, a thousand names and a thousand people, all you and not you all at once. Your hands are not your own and yet they are and yet they have been the hands of a thousand others and each has worn that red, woven ring and each has reached for completion in the dark.
So reach.
Do as your many forms, many versions, many predecessors have done.
Reach and watch the blood drip from that strangling ring and remember.
Wander the ruins of your memories, sweetness, and listen for your hunters, catch glimpses of them in the archways to all the lives you have been theirs and they have been yours. Do you know how they all end?
Not this time, little bird. Not if we can help it.
(We will destroy ourselves in you.)
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You’re starting to feel it, aren’t you?
Watched, that steady skin-prickle of unblinking eyes, the knowledge that you are not alone.
There are cameras all over the Capitol — security, after all, especially when the “free world” is run out of one small plot of land in one small time zone — but the eyes were never so demanding before… and you’ve never felt them crawling over you when you’re in what was once the comfortable privacy of your apartment.
(A deer-in-headlights, frozen kind of feeling.)
There are mornings you wake and you swear someone has been inside your apartment, has been watching you, has been through your things. The whisper of cologne, the misplaced box, papers out of place. There are nights you swear you hear a hum, the brush of warm breath against your neck, the pressure of an arm around your waist.
You don’t dream, those nights.
You don’t dream of the sun-bright halls or the dappled courtyard or the sound of your beloveds’ voices calling to you from darkened windows. You don’t dream of bloodstained tiles and fire and ash.
You don’t dream.
And you miss the nothingness.
(The night is barren and full of howls.)
The combination sets your teeth on edge — finally, sleep peaceful enough to feel human in… and then the gnawing reminder of its expenses.
You wake alone, from dreamless sleep, and find yourself bathed in early morning light, alarm trilling merrily beside you, another day closer to surrender.
The groceries delivered to your door without your asking, you dealt with. The flowers which appeared on your desk at work and sent the office into a flurry of gossip over who was courting you with a brilliant bouquet of pale-peach roses and three scarlet ones wound in gold thread at the center — those you tossed aside (and scandalized the Senator’s administrative assistant). The choker of glittering rubies set into brilliant gold, clearly carefully fitted to curve around your neck and accompanied by a matching set of chandelier earrings so beautiful they made your heart hurt… well, those you hid in the closet, alongside the invitation which accompanied them.
You know they’re waiting, watching. Steve’s threat rings in your ears sometimes, the promise of one last chance and the consequences of not listening to orders.
You play with wolves, with hungry growls and gnashing teeth and you can still feel Steve’s lips on yours when you curl yourself into your bed and try to hide from the eyes all around you, in this place which had once been your sanctuary. You feel them. Prowling.
The strings tug on your finger, warning you that they are close and some part of you wonders if you could just cut it off, rid yourself of the bondage by severing the thing it is on and fleeing. Fleeing what it means, fleeing the call, the blood, the warnings.
They are salvation, sweetness, they are peace.
They are death.
There is no work to bury yourself in today, no papers to hide in, no meetings to disappear inside. You are alone in your apartment and someone has been inside who should not be.
You play with wolves but you are determined not to make yourself prey again, determined to escape those snapping jaws and snarling calls but sweetness, do you see the hunter in the woods?
It’s not a siege.
It’s an ambush.
It’s an ambush the way that gloved hand feels around your wrist again, the moment you step outside to check your mail. It’s an ambush the way those steel-soft eyes meet yours and a single finger presses over soft lips, urging you Be quiet urging you Don’t scream urging you Listen. It’s an ambush the way he tugs you inside, presses you against the hard plane of your front door, holds you by the shoulders and whispers I’m not going to hurt you, little thing.
You should scream.
You should scream, you should drive your fists into the soft cartilage of his nose you should raise your knee to wound the space between his legs and you. Do. Nothing.
You stand, frozen and fixated deer-in-headlights and watch your hunter touch your cheek and watch your lover seem to break and watch your heart tear out of your chest and you are so lost you are so confused these are not your memories these…
Are someone else.
He is someone else.
Look at me.
Don’t do it. Don’t look, don’t look into those endless eyes, don’t let the stormclouds in his expression draw you in you may remember them but they are not the same.
They are not the same.
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The camera feed feels like a mockery.
You’re afraid. He knows you’re afraid, it rolls off you in waves, pulses through the flickering image and sinks claws into his heart and he hates every minute of watching you dash from one room to the other like you might avoid being seen if you’re just fast enough. You’re looking for the wrong orange jackets, scared of the wrong hunters, how can they make you understand?
We shouldn’t have done this.
Steve’s jaw pulses when Bucky speaks, looking to the side while Zemo ignores him entirely, until he says it again, We shouldn’t have done this.
And then what? Lost her? Let her die?
Another lifetime wasted?
She’s scared.
And we can help her not be. She’s ours.
You were always meant to be his.
(I would destroy myself in you.)
Steel eyes flicker to the band on his finger, red and aching, calling him, You scared her, Steve.
And there that jaw goes, pulsing, teeth grinding, shoulders tensing. Steve Rogers stands a little taller, a little stiffer, hands folded in front of him and eyes trained on those screens, wishing he had an excuse, an answer, a justification, She almost remembered.
No she didn’t. You know how this goes, she wouldn’t have —
Enough, Zemo’s voice cuts through the both of them, eyes never leaving the sight of your face, watching the recording of flowers being tossed aside on repeat, once, twice, thrice.
Let me talk to her.
We tried talking to her already, Buck.
You tried kissing her, not talking. We owe her an explanation.
What if she remembers then? She’s going to —
I know. I owe her an explanation.
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An explanation. That’s what he tells himself when he looks at you, wide-eyed at the things you see and do not all at once, Don’t scream. Just listen, please, sweet girl, I just need you to listen.
You’re so frozen and he’s so sorry. Sorry he has to do this, sorry he has to see the fear in your eyes again, sorry this is the way things are every time, Look at me. Look at me, please, sweet thing, I swear I won’t hurt you.
You don’t trust him, and that’s smart, that’s survival, you shouldn’t trust him, you shouldn’t let him touch your cheek with that gloved hand but he does anyway, he does and eyes are glossy with unshed tears and his lips are trembling with unsaid words and he should pull back but he doesn’t.
Who are you? And do you notice the way your voice makes his whole body shudder, the way here calls the things you do not?
You saw me, sweet thing. You used to call me Bucky.
You used to call him so many things.
Sergeant Barnes, please. We need not frighten our friends.
What about lovers? Do they need to be?
I’m not going to hurt you, he promises again and the thing is, sweetness, you want to believe him.
You want to, with all the desperation and frantic want of someone clinging to the last piece of driftwood in a storm, but you know.
You know, don’t you, sweetling, the things that lay beneath the surface.
How many times will they clip your wings?
You could scream. You could scream, like you should have done, you could fight, like you should have done, you could demand to be set free, and you still do none of these things. You play with wolves and draw them in, don’t you rabbit?
Where is your violence?
You thought they would save you, once, you thought they would sweep you right out of that Senator’s office and away from the roaming fingers, the grasping hands, the hungry stares and now you are faced with those same things, coupled with a red ring you never wanted.
I don’t want you here, you try to insist, and the hand at your cheek merely curls soft over your lips, memories of calloused fingers on your skin bursting behind your eyes, Please just leave me alone.
Sweet thing, if I could, Bucky Barnes begins and breaks and for a moment you feel something like guilt, a laughing glance back at grasping hands, a whisper of affection in your ear, If I could, I would.
(If only running could save you, rabbit.)
The lock on the door clicks, sealing you inside, sealing you with him and you know you could never move fast enough, not fast enough to undo that bolt, not fast enough to wrench open that door, dash outside, dash away from his arms you are in the jaws of the wolf and here he is…
Carrying you oh-so-gently and you can hear the whisper in your ear, I have memorized you like a prayer.
He stokes no warmth in you, not on purpose, and yet your skin lights ablaze the moment those gloved hands brush over your arms, a trail of fire following his fingers as you are allowed to pull away, allowed to sink into the cotton of your blankets, allowed to hide and you do, little rabbit, you do.
Go away. I told him to leave me alone too.
I know, sweet thing, and I’m sorry. Steve shouldn’t’ve done that, he drawls, slow and sweet and you hate that the emotion which thickens his voice makes you want to hold him the way he’s wrapped his arms around you.
You remember.
You remember, don’t you, that steady grip and the bloom of blood?
What do you want? Always so suspicious, so full of anger, so ready to fight, you are so desperate to make yourself look bigger in your hunters’ eyes but don’t you understand, sweetling? You will never be big enough.
They are going to consume you, run run run run…
T’see you, sweets… He’s fallen back into that familiar drawl, no longer half-pleading for your mercy, your attention, now that he knows he has it, even as you shrink away from the heavy arms around you. Can you feel it? Can you feel the cold metal behind his gloves?
But you know, don’t you.
You know.
You remember. What do you remember about them, rabbit?
How many times has that hand wrapped around your throat, how many times have you felt the life leave your lungs in the face of that steel-eyed gaze, how many times will you remember the jaws of the wolves snapping around you before you learn?
He sees it too.
He sees.
He sees the terror in your eyes, the way you writhe, the push of your body away from his and he holds you against his chest, Shhh, shh, I swear I ain’t gonna hurt you, sweets, just listen to me, be good…
Be good.
When you love wolves, you might as well make yourself prey.
He whispers your name against your temple, urges you still, rocks you slow and steady and there are no bruises on your neck but you remember them too well and your heart thuds blood through your ears, sends one last fleeting plea for survival before the world turns black and you crumple.
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imaginedreamwrite · 4 days ago
• Part 1 • • Part 2 •
Summary: He swept into the small town with a crowd of women fawning over the handsome priest who is replacing Father Pierce after taking a sudden leave.
With his departure, comes Father Steven Rogers. Father Rogers is a young priest with eyes so blue you could drown in them. As a man of God, he is called to find a woman and start a family, to become the family man and lead the church to salvation.
Every single woman in town wants Father Steven Rogers to choose them to be his bride; to be his housewife. There is a competition between young women to catch his eye, and parents of eligible women are trying to cast their daughters into his light.
But it is one woman in particular that Father Rogers has his eyes on. You have not been cast into the light by your parents, but rather you were protected and guarded.
Your innocence was in tact and that was his sign. Father Steven Rogers was promised a virgin, by God. He was promised a woman who would be everything he wanted.
And that woman, was you.
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fuel-joy · 4 days ago
The Setup - Part Two
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Warning: Gangbang, Non-con (rape) and choking to kill. Knifeplay and mention of blood (very brief). 
A/N: Dividers by @firefly-graphics​. Sorry this took so long, I hadn’t feel the desire to write for like a week. But I'm back to writing and excited for this. I cut the smut short because I didn’t have it in me to write it for an entire chapter. Sam’s wife death is kind of what happened to the daughter in last house on the left.
Masterlist - part one 
“Damn, that feels good.” You looked up teary eyed at Steve who was looking at the way your legs trembled. “Don’t start pleading to me now, this is what happens to bitches that think they can leave me.” His voice was really soft and that scared you more. It would have eased your mind if he had screamed at you, he was too calm and that means he was too far gone.
Pietro put his forehead against your back. He wrapped his arms around your waist, he started off with a slow and painful thrust. Then he started to speed up and pushed in deeper. He was breathing hard against your skin. His forehead was damp with sweat. 
He started to pound in you harder. The room was filled with your muffled cries, the slapping of his skin against yours. The sound of his hand smacking at your clit with each thrust.
You were in so much pain and you wanted this to be over. You wanted to go home. You jolted again as Pietro's big hand came down on your sensitive pussy again. He took in a deep breath as he pushed in deeper. 
It felt uncomfortable. It felt like he had ripped you apart with his hard thrusting. He cried out but quickly bit down on your shoulder which made you scream louder against the gag.
His teeth were digging deeper into your skin. He spilled his warm load deep in you. He slowly pulled out of you and watched as the cum leak out of you. You could feel his sweaty hands pulling on your binds as he turned you around. 
“I need to take a moment. Whoever wants to go next the toy is ready.” Pietro pulled his pants up and sat back down. He opened a beer and took a long swing of it. It was well needed after he spent and almost an hour of fucking your ass.
Thor stood up and took off his leather jacket. He walked over to you and he walked around you to inspect you. You felt uncomfortable under his gaze, he made you feel like some fucking show pony. He reached up and uncuffed you. You collapsed into his arms. 
“She’s already weak after Pietro.” He pushed you down on the floor. You hit the floor with a thud, you were going to turn on your stomach when Thor grabbed your hair. He pulled you to your knees and threw your head back. “Can she suck real well or will I have to teach our little one?”
“I think you should teach her.”
“Stay on your knees. I don’t want to get physical with you but I will, little lady.” He slowly let go of your hair and you stayed still. He slowly came in front of you and blocked your view of the other men. Thor pulled his jeans down and his dick sprung out. Thor was at least ten inches with some girth, maybe that came from him being a God.
You stared up at him when he took the gag off. “Thor, please. You don’t have t-” Before you could finish your sentence he shoved his dick down your throat. Your eyes teared up and your throat constricted around the head. Your throat was bulging because of his dick pushing back so far.
He put his hands on both of your cheeks. He slid your face back before pulling it forward, groans fell from his mouth as he guided your mouth almost like a fleshlight. You gagged more when he pushed inside of you deeper. He liked watching you tear up and drool over his dick. 
“This is where you belong.” He kept thrusting in and out. Sometimes he would push in so deep that his pubes were brushing against the tip of your nose.
You were gurgling as Thor started to become more aggressive as he skullfucked you. His hands squeezed your cheeks as he forced you to bob up and down. His groans got louder and for some reason his dick seemed to be getting bigger. Your chest was starting to become wet because of your drool.
Thor groaned louder, he almost sounded like a wild beast as he relentlessly fucked your face. It seemed like he had been fucking your face for hours. Finally his hips stuttered and he buried himself deep down your throat. 
He shot his warm load deep down your throat. He forced you to swallow all of his cum. When you wanted to gag he kept you locked in place, “Take all of it. You should be honored that I'm even giving you my seed.”
He kept his dick buried in your mouth until you had swallowed all of his seed. He slowly pulled himself out of your mouth. He pulled his jeans up and went to sit down on his chair. 
You cleared your throat in a way to soothe it but there was no use. You felt so disgusting and used. Your skin was damp with sweat, Pietro bite mark was still tingling. Tony stood up and you knew that he was next.
The rich playboy rolled up his sleeves before walking over to you. He pointed to the ground like you were some common bitch. You spit on his shoes which made him snarl in disgust. He raised his hand to backhand you across the face which made you fall down. “Bitch,” was all he said but it was enough to cut you deep.
“I’m going to take you like a dog since you want to act like one.” He bent down and you could smell his cedar aftershave. He grabbed both wrists and started to take the handcuffs off. You formed a fist with your right hand and swung at his face. The fist connected to his jaw.
You watched as he stumbled to the ground. You scrambled to your feet and you started to run. The other four stood up and Thor had a grin on his face. “I love this game,” Tony stood up slowly with his hand to his face. You wasted no time running up the steps, the door was left ajar which made you smile out of relief.
“Shouldn’t we hurry up and get her?”
“She isn’t going to get very far.” Tony rolled his eyes as he made his way over to the steps with the other four men behind him. Tony was angry more than anything, he had a very short fuse that’s why pepper left him. You ran out of the basement not caring that you weren’t wearing any clothes. The only thing important right now was getting away from these sick fucks.
“Come back here you little bitch.” Tony held a lot of venom with that demand. He was growing increasingly angry, he didn’t like it when he couldn’t have his way. It was a part of his rich boy persona. You ran through the cabin until you finally came to the front door.
You sighed of relief when the door opened. The sound of their heavy footsteps told you to go. You did what your father told you all those years ago. Do what you must in order to survive. The old bastard knew the world was a cruel fucked place. You just wish you listened a little better.
You bite down on your tongue when your foot came in contact with a pebble or rock. You couldn’t stop, you just had to keep running. You hoped that you would come across a body of water.
Your heels sunk into the soft earth, grass getting stuck in between your toes. You pushed branches out of the way that cut you. Your breathing was starting to become more erratic. Your nose started to burn as you breathed harder. Your chest heaving harder as you overextended yourself.
Bucky was catching up now. When the hell did he catch up you thought to yourself. Fucking freak of nature you said to yourself. He pushed harder until he could push his body to slam. He rammed his body into yours and you went down. A thick branch pushing into your side. He put all his weight down on you until you stopped struggling. “Let me the fuck go!!” You screamed at him but he only snickered in your ear.
Tony spit on the ground as he walked closer to you and Bucky. He crossed his arms as he looked down at you. “Now she’s filthy.” Bucky slowly got off you and you were about to get up when Tony stepped on your hand. He bent down and smiled in your face. “I hope your hand breaks,” he pressed harder and a scream erupted from your mouth.
“Don’t break her hand.” Tony obeyed and you cried from the pain. It was a burning pain that made your hand tremble. Your body was starting to tremble, was it from the weather or fear. You turned on your back as all five stared down at you. You could see the evil in their eyes, you weren’t going to make it.
Thor was already rubbing at the front of his pants. He held a knife in his other hand. “You want to brand your girl?” He gave the knife to Steve who silently bent down. He slapped at your thigh which made you curse under your breath. You moved your head to see if there were any hefty branches but Pietro and Thor quickly held your arms down. Then Bucky and Tony held down your legs.
“No one is going to find your body. Shame no one will see my beautiful work of art.” Steve gave you a genuine smile, it was more creepy than his fake smile he usually gave you. He pressed the knife into your thigh. You screamed louder but he ignored it. He dragged the knife along your skin like it was a pencil.
You started to feel lightheaded and there were stars dancing in your vision. Your scream died on your tongue as you passed out to the feeling of the blade against your skin.
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You woke up to the feeling of hands on your body. Someone’s chest pressed against your back. Your hands wrapped around something thick and hard. Your mouth was open wide as something pressed deeper until it was at the back of your throat.
You opened your eyes slowly and you were looking at Pietro’s pelvis. His dick sliding in deeper until you gagged. A long dick sliding in and out of your ass, a thick one inside your pussy. The sound of deep grunts and moans helping you to register what was happening. You tried to pull back but Pietro grabbed the back of your head.
Your thigh felt sore but so did every part of your body. Who knows how long they have been using your body. How long had they been dumping their cum in you or on you. You could feel sticky and dried cum all over your skin.
Pietro pushed in deeper as his hips stuttered. He shot his load down your throat. He kept his dick buried inside you until you swallowed all of him. He pulled out with a grunt and a string of your saliva attached to the head of his dick. 
Before you could scream another dick was forcing itself inside your mouth. The two dicks were pressing against each other in your ass and pussy. The two of them rubbing against each other as they thrusted harder into your cum filled holes.
No one said anything to you. They just used you like a sex toy. Pushing dicks in your sore holes right after the other. You didn’t even realize they had finished, or realized that Steve was now wrapping his hands around your neck. You looked up into Steve’s blue eyes, you wheezed as he squeezed harder. He intended to kill you. How could this be so easy for?
You did the only logical thing because you couldn’t die like this. You closed your eyes and held your breath. Steve eventually stopped, stepping away from your body. “Alright, I’m hungry. I want a burger.” Then you heard laughter and feet descending away from your body. You took a steady breath out when they were far away.
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You waited for what felt like an eternity. You opened your eyes and slowly sat up. You cried as you tried to stand off the ground. You were so damn tired but you had to go. They would probably come back to bury you soon.
You stumbled through the woods. You almost tripped over the small branches. Your mouth was dry and sticky. You had tears rolling down your face as you walked for what seemed like hours until you came across a bridge. You held onto the railing with your dirt covered hands. A car drove by but stopped before going any further. And you knew it was them. You swung your legs over the railing without a second thought and you plunged into the cold water.
You held your breath and swam underneath the bridge. You took a breath as you emerged from the murky waters.
“What the fuck, I told you to let me shoot her.”
“She isn’t going to survive at all. She’s going to drown.” They were arguing as they went back to the car. You waited until the car was far away before going underwater and swimming to God knows where.
You crawled up to shore. Your fingers digging into the soft earth. You were soaking wet with dirt and cum caked on your skin. The flower that was cut into your skin was healing. Sam was hunting with a friend when he came across your body. He watched you sobbing as you tried to stand. But you kept falling back in the dirt.
He pulled off his camo jacket and walked slowly to you. You heard footsteps and instinctively picked up a branch. “Stay the fuck back!” He held his hands up to surrender. “I want to help you. You look cold and I have a jacket here. It’s really warm.”
He moved closer until he could snatch the stick away. He kneeled down and wrapped his soft jacket around your body. You cried into his chest as he rubbed your back. “I got you.”
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You woke up to the smell of lavender on your skin. Hot and cold patches on your body. The softness of the comfy clothes against your body. Your feet are covered in warm and fuzzy socks. Your hand and thigh was wrapped up in a bandage.
You slowly opened your eyes to see a small bedroom. White walls with posters of bands from the 90s. Pink drapes hanging over the big window. You noticed the slight pain in your hand and thigh.
The door opened and a woman walked in. You relaxed as she came over to check on you. She put the back of her hand against your forehead. “Good morning. You look much better today.”
You swallowed harshly and licked your dry lips. “How long have I been out?”
“For a week.” You sat up slowly but the room started to spin. “You haven’t eaten much in a week. I’ll have Sam bring you some food.” She called to Sam as you laid back down. He answered away from the door and then was gone. She looked over at you with one last cheerful smile. “We can talk later.”
And she was gone just like that. You looked around the room. There was a speaker that almost looked like the one your father gave you on your birthday. The man who wrapped you in his jacket walked in. He held a tray with a meatball sub and two water bottles. There was a cupcake with pink frosting that made your mouth watered.
Sam put the tray over your covered thighs. He sat down at the edge of the bed with his knee up. “I know who did this to you. He did the same thing to my wife.” He swallowed hard but offered no more information. You sat up and moved back until your back was pressed against the headboard.
“Did she make it?” He looked at you with tears in his eyes. “No, she didn’t make it.” That hit you like a train. You were the only one that was lucky to walk away. The others didn’t get to have that chance. Those sick bastards. “I’m going to kill every single one of them.”
He shook his head as if he didn’t believe you.
“You’ll see. All of them are going to wish I died. Pietro, Thor, Tony, Bucky and Steve will feel my fucking wrath. Do you understand me? I'm going to rip their hearts out.” There was silence between you two that was comfortable.
“I’ll help you.” You looked at him and he nodded his head. “I want them dead as much as you.”
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overwhelmedsupernova · 4 days ago
Take Care (Dark! Steve Rogers x reader)
Summary: Captain America has always done his best to protect his people. The same thing will do with you. Any chapter will have warnings, but please remember that this is a DARK FICTION just like every work in my blog.
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