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Liar Liar

Pairing: Mafia!Steve x Black Reader

Words: 5.7k

Summary: When a snake a friend makes her spring break go wrong, the reader has some very intoxicating company

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut (Hair pulling, oral f, spanking, daddy kink, creampie, facial, squirting).

A/N: I have been with Mafia!Steve since the first time reading it and I really want to thank @angrythingstarlight for that lol. I wanted to be railed by this man and not even ashamed about it. I want to thank @lafayette103 for picking how Mafia!Steve would look cause she is as much of a hoe for him as I am. Thank you @olyvoyl for talking me out of not scrapping it. I started getting real self-conscious at it being so long but I’m happy with the outcome. With that being said, I hope you all enjoy this story, and if you do. Like, reblog, and comment! I adore hearing from everyone ♥ Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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The double doors stood way over your height as you rang the bell. You were going to spend the spring break with your friend, Bella. She promised that you would all have the time of your life and that you didn’t have to lift a finger while you were under her roof. What she didn’t tell you was that she was loaded. Bella never let on how well off she was and by looking at the house as you pulled up, she was very rich. You two met sophomore year, assigned as roommates for the entire year. She seemed cool and unlike the other girls on campus so you and her hit it off pretty well.

That was until the current day…

You rang the bell once more hoping that someone would answer, it was scorching hot and one thing you loathed was being in the hot sun for a long period of time. Pulling your phone from your pocket, you dialed her number waiting for her to pick up. After the third ring, you were sent to voicemail.

Did this bitch just send me to voicemail?

Calling her the second time with the same result, you rang the bell one more time. The door opened wide as a lady almost your height greeted you with a wide smile, “Welcome to the Roger’s residence! Bella said that you would be coming by. I can take your bag for you,” she inched to grab the bag but you stopped her in her tracks.

“Oh no that’s okay! You really don’t have to do that,” you didn’t know how comfortable you felt about ordering someone around and she had already been so welcoming in the short time that you had known her.

The lady, who, you assumed is the maid smiled brightly as she slowly grabbed your bag anyway, “It would be no problem, we treat all our guests like royalty. Please step inside it must be so humid out here,” she pointed out, draping the bag strap over her shoulder. You nodded in agreement as you stepped past her, hearing the door close..

“so...,” looking at her not even knowing her name. She walked past you, stopping as your voice died. She could see the confusion on your face, “I’m so sorry I didn’t get your name. Didn’t mean to be rude.”

Her eyes lit up as she held your bag with one hand, “It’s Paola ma’am and you aren’t rude at all. Actually, you have been nicer to me in 2 minutes than the rest of Bella’s friends,” she said as a small smile met her lips. Okay, so the rest of her friends are assholes… figures.

Walking around the large mansion, you noticed the very high floor-to-ceiling windows showcasing the backyard, laced with a fully decorated patio and large pool. There looked to be a smaller house outside, more than likely a guest house of some sort. Paola began to give you a full tour of the house, showing you the kitchen and letting you know that you could have whatever you wanted. Then taking you to the living area that held a luxurious sectional that looked comfortable enough to sleep on. There were various paintings and plants on either side of an elegant fireplace with a very wide flat screen tv high above it.

You couldn’t help but noticed that Bella was still not here and she said that she would be. She never called you back and you were starting to worry, “Um.. Paola? Is Bella even here?” you questioned as she set your bag down into the room that you would be staying in. you looked around the large living area, seeing that it was twice the size of your own dorm room. In the middle sat a California king bed adorned with rose gold satin sheets and a large screen tv mounted directly in front of it. The en-suite was on the right and you had your very own walk-in closet.

Even though you would only be staying here for a week, you knew that you would miss it as soon as you left. This room was fit for a princess and who were you to deny the hospitality. Paola looked up at the gold clock in your room, scrunching up her face, “Well I haven’t seen her since this morning. She did call and say that you would be stopping by”

You shook your head at Paola, just as confused as her, “That’s odd, she said that she would be here when I got here,” you said genuinely. Surely she wouldn’t leave you in a house all by yourself. Would she? Paola left you to get situated in the room, letting you know that dinner would be ready in three hours. You unpacked your bag, setting the clothes in the different drawers as you took some out to get yourself a shower before eating.

The hours went by and no sign of Bella, getting more worried, you dialed her number again as you got the voicemail one more time, “Bella! Are you okay? I’m at your house which is huge by the way. Gimme a call whore,” you say as you hang up the phone. You opted to wear a snug pair of shorts and a t-shirt, making it out of your room and into the kitchen. The smells of tomato and basil called to you as you saw Paola mixing a medium pot of sauce and pasta.

She looked up at you beaming as she seasoned the sauce at the same time, “Happy you got comfortable, any word from Miss Bella?” she asked as she walked over to the fridge to grab a bottle of water for you. She sat it in front of you, going back to the stove to check on the garlic rolls.

Taking a large sip, you shook your head as the smell of garlic made you salivate, “Still getting the voicemail. Everything smells so good in here,” you compliment, scrolling through your phone as you open up Instagram. As you are scrolling, you hear the door open. You look in the direction of the front room, hopping off the stool as you made your way to the front room, “It’s about time you made it! I was starting to get…” the person in front of you was not Bella, “worried…” you said slowly.

There stood a man, way taller than you, broad shoulders, and a tailored suit that fit him just right. He did have the matching blue eyes that Bella had as his brown locks were neatly slicked to the back. He donned a neatly trimmed beard and you were just close enough to smell his intoxicating cologne. He looked down at you in a tell-tale smirk, “Worried about me huh? I would be flattered if I knew who you were, pippi (Lovely girl in Italian).” His voice sounded just like velvet and him looking like a Greek God made it no better.

You placed your hands behind your back, staring up at the tall figure of a man. Giving him your name you start fidgeting with your fingers, “I’m a friend of Bella’s. She told me she would be here but I haven’t seen her yet,” chewing on the inside of your cheek as you never break eye contact. His brow furrows at you, pulling his cufflinks loose from his jacket.

He pulls it off of him, giving you a better look at his figure. His arms were thick, not too muscular but enough to know that the gym never missed him. His shoulders were more defined as he cracked his neck from left to right. Bringing his sight back to you as he gave you a small smile, “Seems like my bambina (child in Italian) lied. I dropped her and the rest of her friends at the airport this morning. They should be in Cancun by now,” he informed you.

That little bitch!

The heat rose to your face as the look of embarrassment washed over your facial features. You brought your eyes to the shiny tiled floor, not wanting to let the man see your hurt. You straightened your shoulders, holding your head up, “Oh… she didn’t tell me that. Who might you be, my manners are so bad,” you say as you try your best not to let your emotions show. You honestly wanted to take a flight and throw her in the damn ocean.

He walked closer to you, placing a hand on your shoulder. The closer he gets the taller he seems, “I’m Bella’s father, a shame I’ve never seen you before. Name is Mr. Rogers but you can call me Steve, pippi,” he says apologetically. He wasn’t too happy that Bella lied to you but he couldn’t help but be captivated at how beautiful you were. Your anger could be felt from a mile away and something in him didn’t want to see a pretty thing like you hurt.

Your eyes widen at the man standing over you. He is her father?! This man was definitely the epitome of a total DILF. No. Bad thoughts. You can’t think that way of her dad! But he was so sexy… You could see some features of her in him and just knew that he indeed was telling the truth, “I’m so sorry Mr. Rogers. Had I known I wouldn’t have even come. I’ll… go get my stuff and just head back to the dorms.”

The last thing he wanted you to was to leave. After all, it was Bella who lied to you and he was going to have a good talk with her when she got back, “No worries pippi! How long were you staying?” he asked still resting his hand on your shoulder. His grip tightened slightly at the thought of you having to leave.

Looking up at up through your lashes, you gave a small smile, “well it was supposed to be the entire week, for spring break and all. I don’t want to intrude, Mr. Rogers,” he tutted at you walking past you to take a seat at the island. He patted at the stool next to him motioning for you to sit. Letting out a deep sigh, you took a seat next to him. He gave you small smile before looking over at Paola and back at you.

He called her over to stand in front of you two as she turned to look at the both of you, “Make sure that she has the best care this week. She won’t lift a finger unless she wants to. I’ll deal with my little bambina when she gets back,” he instructed as Paola gladly nodded and went about finishing up the last touches of dinner.

You began to protest, not wanting to cause any trouble, “Please Mr. Roger’s its really no tr-”

He cut you off before you could finish, placing his finger under your chin bringing your sight up to him. Your doe eyes were going to be the death of him and he couldn’t just let you leave without getting to know you, “Steve… and I won’t hear another thing about it. You deserve a break from the campus too. I’m not always around but when I am, I don’t mind keeping you company. How’s that sound pippi? Want me to keep you entertained?” he smirked as you melted under his touch.

This man was intoxicating and you didn’t know how you were going to survive the entire week. He did say that he wouldn’t be around that much so maybe you would get a break from ogling at him the entire time. You gulp suddenly, never breaking your gaze from him, “Yes, Sir. I mean, Yes Steve, thank you for having me,” a bulge was forming in Steve’s pants the minute you said “Sir”. He was definitely going to have fun with you this week.

He clapped his hands together beaming at you, “Then it settles it! Anything you want, just ask and it’s yours. I’m going to head up and finish some work before dinner. Make yourself at home pippi,” he says patting you on the back as he leaves making his way down the hall. You look over at Paola her smile never wavering from yours. She leaves the kitchen, heading to the dining room as you hear the familiar clinking of silverware.

Getting up from your seat, you enter into the room occupied by a grand table, covered with a black and gold runner in the middle. You watch as she takes the silverware from the designated drawer, “Need any help? I really don’t mind,” she looks at you appreciatively, taking out the right about of forks and knives.

Before she could decline, Steve pops his head into the opening of the room, “Not a finger pippi or do I have to spank you already,” he playfully warns as a smile creeps on his face. He looks over at Paola who gives him a small tsk before bringing his sight back to you. You couldn’t help the sudden rush of heat meeting between your thighs at the thought of his large hands connecting to your ass cheeks.

The thought alone made you stammer as you answer, “No Si-, Steve. I’ll just wait in the front room,” you say, scurrying past him to sit on the plush sectional.

You took your phone, wanting to contact Bella again just to say how fucked up she was. But she knew what she did and didn’t even care. There was no point in even talking to her anymore at this point. You would have left, had Steve not insisted on you staying. There was honestly no use in trying to gain any forgiveness from his daughter because she turned out to be a snake. It hurt because you really trusted her and in turn, she treated you as if you were a toy. You kind of regretted even telling her some secrets or even getting close to her because this is how it all turned out.

Dinner was nothing short of delicious, you never really had real Italian food and you could tell it was so much different than the Americanized version. Steve didn’t come out and it didn’t really bother you at all. You really didn’t know him and you were sure whatever work he was doing was really important. You asked Paola if it would be okay to bring him a plate and she graciously made it for you, giving you a small glass of wine to top it off.

Tiptoeing quietly down the hall, you stopped in front of the door, standing still as you heard his booming voice talking to someone. When it sounded like he took a break, you soundly knocked on the door, hoping he would answer, “Come in,” he said from behind the door. As soon as he saw you poke your head through the door, the hard exterior of his face softening, pulling a smile at the corners of his lips. He beckoned you to come closer with his hand, “Hi there pippi, everything okay?”

Opening the door fully, he could see the plate of food and drink in your hands. Raising both slightly you spoke in a small voice, “Just didn’t want you to be hungry is all,” you say as you closed the door, walking over to him. He straightened up in his seat, rolling his sleeves up as you could now see the light covering of hair over his arms. His eyes danced over every curve of your body as you walked over to him placing both plate and wine on the desk.

He captured the apex of your chin between his thumbs before you straightened back up, bringing his cerulean eyes to yours, “Thank you pippi, you didn’t have to. Unless you just wanted to see me?” he gave a small smirk looking over you before letting you go. This man had to know what he was doing, right? Was he really flirting with you right now?

The latter was definitely correct, you did want to see more of him. He was that fine and you wanted to be in his presence as much as he would let you. Giving him a small smile, “It’s just… just didn’t see it for dinner sir… thought you could use some food while you worked. From the sounds of it… you’re working pretty hard,” you say looking down at the carpet.

Steve remembers the previous call a minute ago.

One of his men slipped up and let a target get away. But the matter was being handled as usual. He leaned back against his chair placing his hands behind his head, “So you heard that huh, pippi? Nothing to worry that pretty head of yours,” he cooed as you looked back up at him in his relaxed state. He looked good like this. His shirt halfway opened so you could take a glimpse at the peeking tattoos, sleeves rolled up to show off his muscular arms, and his shoes lying on the side of his chair.

Whatever he did was not your business and you were just happy to keep your eyes on him. You sat in the office with him talking about school and what you wanted to do afterward. He gained respect for you because he could see that you were more than just a beautiful girl and wanted nothing more than to get to know you and maybe even keep you if you were up for it.

The weekend went by fairly quickly as you spent most of your time either in your room or in the living area as you kept Paola company. Steve was gone for most of the day until you heard him shuffling to his room late at night. You wondered just what kind of work he did but it was best that you didn’t. There were different visitors who looked like they didn’t do normal work and honestly looked a little dangerous.

You were well into the middle of the week as you felt like having a night dip in the pool. Slipping on your bikini and flip-flops, you grabbed a towel as you made it out into the hallway. A door opened as steam rolled out, thinking that it was just Paola. What met your eyes was a very naked Steve with an ass to die for. You stopped in your tracks as he smoothed the towel over his face, turning around.

The universe had to be playing a sick trick on you because there was no way every part of him was perfect. His dick swung perfectly between his legs, a vein running up the underside. It glistened in the light as you observed his length and how thick he was. With every movement, it bobbed in the air and you let out a low moan that was loud enough for Steve to hear. He turned around to see you frozen looking over him.

“You okay there pippi?” As if he didn’t just catch you staring at his dick! He had to admit that little sound you made, had him wanting you to make it again. He wrapped the towel around his waist, water still falling down his chest. Your head popped up from where it was, looking at him with wide eyes.

Clutching your towel, you knew you were found out, “Sorry Steve! I didn’t mean… I… You’re home early,” you blurted out as you took a minute to catch your breath. He really was a work of damn art.

He gave a small chuckle, running his fingers through his hair, “Work was easy today sweetheart, thought I’d actually enjoy my home for once,” he joked, not even fully paying attention to the small bikini hugging your curves. Now it was his time to stare, “Going for a swim?” he nodded over at you. His eyes dragged over each every part of you causing the heat to rush to your face.

Wrapping your fingers around the soft cotton of the towel, eyes still downcasted, “Ye-ah, kinda didn’t want to spend my night in the room. If that’s okay?” you say, looking up at him. He walked over to you, lifting your chin to meet his face.

Looking over your frame once more, his voice lowered, “anything you want sweetheart,” catching his bottom lip between his teeth, “might come join you and keep you company. Would you like that?” lacing his around your waist to bring you closer. He was all muscle and you wanted to touch every part of him. This is was wrong right? You couldn’t be this close to Bella’s dad like this...

Fuck her.

Your eyes darkened with desire, as you gave Steve a knowing smirk, “Whatever you want Steve,” pressing your lips to his cheek as your pull from his grasp, walking away as you swayed your hips all the way down the hall. If he wanted to keep you company, you couldn’t deny the man in his own house. Steve watched as you paced down the hall, grabbing at his hard cock through the towel. Chuckling lightly as he shook his head as he headed into his room to change into some swimming trunks.

The water felt just right on the warm night. The night illuminated by the stars and full moon, you had to take a look at the beautiful sight. Being distracted by the sky, you never knew that Steve came into the water. Not until you felt a pair of thick arms wrapped around you, “Hi sweetheart,” dipping his head down to press his lips to your cheek, “couldn’t pass up the chance to be alone with you.” Stiffening in his grasp, his chest shook from light laughter, “Relax pippi, you’re safe.”

That turned you on more than it should, “Just scared me is all,” you say still staring out at the sky. A hum radiated in his throat as he brought his hands up sliding over your belly. You look down to see fresh bruises on his knuckles, placing your fingertips over them, “rough day?” laying your head against his solid chest. You still didn’t know what he did but something in you felt safe either way.

Steve took a slow inhale through his nose, letting it out slowly, “maybe for the other guy sweetheart. Like being here so far?” he asks, placing his nose in the sea of your thick curls. He basked in the sweet scent of your hair rubbing his fingers over your smooth skin. The act causing your body to react. Fuck, you wanted him to touch you in other places. It was evident he wanted to. You could feel his hardness slotted right between your cheeks and he was trying so hard not to push against you.

You nodded as you leaned your head slightly, dipping your fingers in his brown locks. Pulling lightly a low growl passing from his lips. You let your tongue pass over your plump lips, rolling your hips against his. His grip tightening around you, ghosting a hand over your neck, “You don’t know what you’re asking for sweetheart,” groaning as he pushes his covered dick against your ass.

Letting out a breathy moan, you double your efforts, pushing your hand between the dancing bodies, gripping his dick in your hands, “Whatever you want Steve…” you didn’t have to tell him twice before you were free from your bikini top, one hand pulling and tweaking your nipples with the other pressing lightly against your throat.

Steve swirled his tongue at your sweet spots, making you mewl from the contact. His tongue was soft and warm, making you soak your panties all at the same time. You turn your head towards him as he dipped down to slot his lips over yours, sliding his tongue over yours drinking in your essence hungrily.

Steve pulled and twisted one nipple to hardness before lightly smacking it, you arching your back at the contact. Doing the same to the other, he began swallowing the noises you made not taking his mouth from yours. He released his hand from your throat, pushing it past the band of your panties to dip his fingers in your drench folds. Pulling his lips from yours, groaning against your mouth, “Fuck sweetheart, you’re soaked. Need to taste you,” he says turning you to face him as he lifts you out the water and onto the ledge.

He tore your bottoms in half, throwing them in whatever direction as he pulled your legs over his shoulders, pulling you to his face. His eyes stared up at yours as he dipped down licking his flat tongue up and down your folds, collecting all your juices on his tongue. Moaning loudly from your taste he attached his lips to yours sucking like a starved man, grabbing your hands to place them on his head

Wrapping his arms around your thighs holding you in place, he sucks your clit into his mouth, running the tip of his tongue across the sensitive nerves. You brace yourself with one hand, pulling his hair with the other, “Ste-ve!” you gasp out as he brings shock after shock of pleasure between your legs. Your legs begin to shake as you clench your thighs around his head, pulling away.

He yanks you back, eliciting another growl as he smacks the inside of your thigh, “Don’t run from me pippi, let me make you feel good,” spreading your thighs as he pushes two fingers in your throbbing hole, attaching his lips back on your clit before pumping in and out of you. You grip his hair once more rolling your hips against his face.

“Oooh fuck Steve! Don’t stop, please don’t stop,” you scream out as he shakes his head from side to side bringing to the brink. You feel a pressure building in your core, at the curl of his fingers hitting a spot you never knew you had. Bucking your hips violently, he holds you in place pushing down on your pelvis. The cocky fucker knew what was about to happen, smirking in between your legs.

Pulling his fingers out, you whine at the loss as you hear his voice, “look at me sweetheart. Need to see you come apart,” pushing his fingers back in your leaky hole. You keep your eyes on his deep blues as he hits that spot again, sucking noisily. The shiver in your spine was the first indicator, the pressure building as he bumped against your spot over and again. With a flick of his wrist, you came undone, singing his name over and over. The dam broke, making steve dip lower as you squirted in his mouth. He pressed his thumb to your clit strumming as he rode the high with you.

Your legs shook at his shoulders as another orgasm rocked your body, Steve pulling you close to drink up every drop, “Steve! Yesyesyesyes!” you held onto his hair, releasing your grip as your high came down. You laid flat down as steve lightly kissed at your inner thighs, carefully pulling you back in the water to wrap your legs around his waist.

Grasping his face in your hands, you pressed your lips to his, lightly kissing the edges and down his jaw. He gripped your ass softly walking to the stairs, taking careful steps out of the water. Walking over to the large table, he places you on the edge, ridding himself of his trunks, his dick slapping against his stomach. The tip red and wet with dripping pre-cum. You reach out wrapping your fingers around the girth stroking him as he groans at your touch, “You keep doing that and I won’t last sweetheart.”

You gripped his hair in the other hand, bringing him closer between your legs and your hand dropped from his length. He brought the swollen tip to your entrance, pushing in slowly. The stretch was a delicious burn and you wanted more. Bucking your hips impatiently, warranted another pop to your skin. You whine as he withdrew, thrusting back in as he punched the air out of you.

“Shit, pippi. Tightest pussy I’ve ever been in,” he grunts, sliding in out at a steady pace, bottoming out each time. You dig your nails into his biceps, his hands keeping both legs open. Steve dips lower capturing your nipples in his mouth, alternating between the pair causing you to throw your head back as he continues to slam his hips between your legs. Feeling his lips crawl up to the crook of your neck, you wrap your arms around his neck holding as he continues dragging his dick in and out, making you feel every inch.

Steve sucks bruise after bruise on your neck, growling between each one, “Pussy’s incredible sweetheart, molding to my dick like she was made for me,” groaning against the shell of your ear as his breath falters. You clench around his dick, coating his dick with your creamy juices, “Shit, pippi grip me just like that, fuck.”

He lifts you from the table, body in the air as he slams you down forcefully, your body shaking in his arms, “Oh shit! Steve. You’re gonna make me come!” you scream out as he brings your hips down hard against his thighs as he balls slap against your ass, your eyes rolling back as he hits your spot over and over again.

Widening his stance, he hits your spot in a different angle, making you drag your nails down your back, “Yes daddy! fuck!, “ whimpering from the overstimulation. Steve still suddenly, looking into your eyes.

Lifting you up slightly, “Say it again pippi…” He slams you down again

“Daddy!”

Slams you down once more. “Again!”

“Daddy!” you squeak out.

He cracks his hand against your ass before slamming you back down repeatedly cause spurt after spurt of your juice hit his abs, “Oh pippi I think you’re close. Can feel the pretty pussy crying for me,” bringing you back down to the table as he keeps his thrusts steady. He presses two fingers to your clit rubbing in circles, thrusting upwards at your g-spot.

You drag your nails down his back, feeling your core tightened rapidly, gripping onto him tightly. His thrust getting sloppy as he crashes his lips to yours swiping his tongue over yours before pulling away, “Come for me sweetheart, milk Daddy’s dick. Fuckin do it,” he coaxes you rubbing faster as your arch your back, feeling the gush cover your lips, table and down Steve’s dick, “That’s my good girl! Oh fuck!,” Steve shouts painting your walls with rope after rope of his thick load.

He snaps his hips harder pumping more into you as another orgasm crashes over you, wrapping your legs around his waist, pulling him closer. Steve presses his lips to the column of your neck basking in the high you two created, “My good girl,” pressing his lips to yours, “did so good for me,” he says pressing a kiss to your forehead. You open your eyes looking up at him as he gives you a tired smile, “there she is,” he says as he places a small kiss to your nose.

The rest of the week was spent in his bed, the kitchen, the bathroom… damn near any surface Steve could get you on.

“That’s it pippi make Daddy’s dick creamy,” he cracks a hand over the globes of your ass, “such a beautiful little slut you are.”

Gripping your hair as he takes you over the couch, slamming into your repeatedly. He had successfully pulled four orgasms from you already and working on the fifth before you squeaked out.

“Oh! Too much Daddy I can’t,” He slapped you on your ass again, snaking a hand down as he rubbed your clit in fast circles, causing you to squirt down the back of the leather couch and floor.

He chuckled down at you keeping his same pace, “What’s the matter pippi? Thought daddy’s pussy couldn’t come anymore?”

That caused for him to pull out 2 more orgasms before coating your ass with his cum.

It was the day for Bella to come back and Steve sent someone to go pick her up. He would have done it himself but he was too busy balls deep in you over his desk.

By the time she made in the house, she could hear your screams throughout the house, making it up to his office. She made it just in time to see her father painting your face with his cum. Rope after rope covered your lips and tongue dripping down to your chest as you looked up at him, his hand at the back of your neck.

“Papà!! What the hell?!” the look on her face was priceless.

He looks away from your face to his daughter’s, “Welcome home bambina! I got real acquainted with your friend here. Might be your stepmom if she keeps this up,” he smirked over at her.

Her face was as red as a tomato, folding her arms as she looked over at you. You gave her a small smile, “Hi Bella! Your dad kept me occupied since, ya know, you left me here,” pushing some of his come in your mouth. Steve let out a low moan at the nasty act.

He looked over at Bella his smile falling, “Do we lie in this house bambina?”

“No papà,” she said rolling her eyes.

He did a fake tsk at her attitude, “That’s right. So since you decided to treat your only friend like she was trash, I had to rectify that. Isn’t that right my precious pippi?” he coos over at you, pushing more come in your mouth with his thumb as you swirl your tongue over the thick digit.

You nod happily and say, “Yes daddy,” with his thumb still in your mouth.

He looks back at Bella, giving her a hard stare, “Now bambina, I think an apology is needed don’t you think?” The look he gave her made her know he wasn’t playing, “But, 'I’m sorry’ won’t work cause you won’t mean it. Gonna send you back to your dorm and you can pack her stuff and bring it here.”

Bella began to protest as you looked up at him with wide eyes, “papà!! That’s not fai-”

His voice boomed through the room, “Fair? What isn’t fair is being a liar bambina. Get it done and get out of my office. Need to give my sweetheart some more loving,” he pulls you up smoothing your skirt down, “come on pippi. Need to clean you up so I can get you dirty again…”

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Poker Face

Mob!Tom Holland x Reader

You get a knock on your door, detectives wanting to use your apartment for a stakeout. Of course you say yes, little do they know you have a secret of your own. Little do they know you know more about their investigation then what they tell you that night

»»——⍟——««A/n: I went into detective mode during this ngl. Sorry if you get confused 😃(I lowkey got confused while writing this so sorry in advance but I think it’s ok now)

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Masterlist

Prologue // Chapter 1

This chapter is brought to you by me on my detective ish🥸🕵️‍♀️

Chapter: 3

The days following the gala were somehow calm and chaotic at the same time. You're very sore and stayed in Tom's bed mostly all day. He had his maids cooking for you, and none of his men were allowed near his room. If they needed him, they'd have to send Harry, Sam, or Harrison.

Tom stayed in bed with you for the first three days, letting you lay with him and rest while he worked on his computer. He'd be sitting up against the headboard, you laying on your side, your head on his shoulder, and his unoccupied arm around you. Tom put his laptop on the bed next to him and worked like that. It was a lot easier than he thought it would be, and it was honestly the best three days ever. On the fourth day, he had to see to business.

"Love. Look, you'll never believe this," Tom mumbles. You're laying on him, your head on his chest while you watch tv. You hum, averting your eyes from the tv screen and looking at his computer screen. "Look," he points to his screen. "I was looking into what happened at the gala and found the source from the explosion."

"Wasn't it a car? I thought- It couldn't have only been an explosion cause of how much damage...the explosion would've had to already be in the building since the whole thing didn't go down," you say softly, your eyes heavy and close to sleep.

"Yes. Yeah, that's the thing it was a car. But look," he points again. "The driver. Chris Evans."

"Chris Evans? Doesn't he work with Mackie?"

"Exactly. And the car, the license plate is with the Stan Mob. The source of the explosion was inside the car. The car blew up after the impact."

You sit up, looking at him with confusion. "Wait, wait. The driver died, Tom. Chris is dead. Stan couldn't have been behind this. Why would he have one of Anthony's men killed?"

"It doesn't make sense," Tom shakes his head. "Why was Chris driving the car in the first place?" Tom crosses his arms, frowning at his screen.

"Do you think Anthony was behind it?" you ask.

"Yeah. Yeah, 100% I do. It doesn't make sense, though. What Anthony is getting at. Like why do it? Why crash the place? What was the motive?"

You smirk, leaning your body back on his and putting your head on his shoulder. "I don't know detective, Holland. I'm sure you'll figure it out, though."

Tom turns his head and smiles at you, laughing lightly before turning back to the computer. It's quiet for a few minutes. Tom goes back to scanning his computer, and you relax back into him, closing your eyes for a moment.

"No...no, that can't be right," Tom mumbles, frowning at his laptop. His eyes widen. "It wasn't two. It was three," he says breathlessly. "Y/n. The moles. It wasn't two. It was three," he shakes you from his shoulder and shoves his computer to your lap. "Look."

You sit up and look at his screen. "Isn't that, Chris?" you say, looking at the picture on the file.

"I went back into the database Paddy got us access to, but check out his case summary. Steve Rogers, office worker, pronounced mafia spy on February 7th, 2022: Disappeared before confrontation. Investigation put on hold." Tom reads the summary to you, slowly piecing everything together.

"February 7th, a week before the gala?"

"If the police found out, he, of course, would've run. We had already gotten Paddy out by then. His file says the same thing." Tom mumbles, talking to himself but also to you.

"I'm sorry, Tom, I'm not really following. What do you think happened?"

"Think about it. We found out about the two moles after Paddy was out of there. You said those detectives at your house said they knew about a mole, and according to this, it would've been before Chris was suspected, but Chris disappeared a week before the gala. Paddy would've known it was him if he was around," Tom explains.

"So, after Paddy left, they suspected Chris too, but we already knew about two moles. Chris would've been the third," you speak slowly, still trying to understand what he's saying.

"Yes. Anthony's set on trying to bring me down any chance he gets. Crashing the gala could've jeopardized the peace between Tobey and Ryan. Anthony would've known that if Tobey and Ryan had deals, it would eventually branch out to me, and Ryan has a lot of good assets I could use," Tom's eyes are trained on the screen as if he's figuring everything out as he says it.

"So, Anthony doesn't want you to have ties with Ryan, and he wants to bring you down. That still doesn't make sense as to why Chris was in Stan's car," you say, confused.

"Think about it. Think about what Sabastion said that night."

"I thought I'd show up and see how everyone is doing. Never know when someone will end up dead. I'd enjoy having a good memory of everyone before it happens."

"Sebastian knew," you say breathlessly.

"He knew," Tom agrees, "Anthony probably got mad that Chris got found out. He used him for the job and killed him in the process."

"Wow. Pretty extreme way to prove a point," you say.

"That's Anthony Mackie for you," Tom says sarcastically. "Sabastion probably let him use his car solely to scare his own men. A way to tell them they aren't afraid of a mess."

You begin to think, going over everything again in your head. Chris was the third mole, and when he got found out, Anthony used him as a pawn to try to break up ties Tom could have with the Reynolds Mob.

"Tom," you say quietly. He hums, still going everything in his head. "If Anthony has moles in the police, they'd know about Paddy. You're buildings, the apartment. Anthony wants to take you down. What stops him from sending someone in to give information about you or me. They all know me. They'd know it was my apartment. What if he rats?"

Tom's eyes darken, realizing how serious this could be. Of course, it was serious before, but you had literal detectives in your apartment. It could put you in real danger. Tom isn't having that. "I'll look into it. There's no way I'm sending you back there if it's a possibility they know about you." Tom grabs your hand.

"I'll have to go back eventually. If Marcus and Chris don't suspect me now, not coming back will make them suspect me," you sigh.

"Yeah. Yeah, you're right. But I'm going there, Harrison and I. You can't go back until we check it out to make sure none of Anthony's scumbags were in there."

"Tom..." you sigh.

"It'll be fine. I'll dress differently and put a mask on. I cannot risk you getting caught, Love. Not if I knew I could try to have avoided it," Tom says, softly squeezing your hand.

That's how, on the fourth day, you ended up helping Tom pick a casual outfit, do his hair, and come up with a believable story of why he and Harrison showed up at your apartment, plus where you were and why you hadn't come back.

You dressed him in a hoodie, jeans, and smoothed hair over to one side. "Clothes aren't that bad. But I hate this hairstyle," Tom groaned, looking at himself in the mirror.

You laughed, walking up behind him and putting your hands around his arm. "The goal is to look like any other everyday person. You look normal."

"I don't want to be normal, Darling. If I did, I'd be a Hollywood actor," he smiles.

"How is that normal? You'd be famous," you asked, confused.

"What's more normal than acting like someone you're not," he shrugs, tugging around his hoodie to adjust it.

You roll your eye, "Ok, Hollywood boy. Get ready to put your 'acting skills' to use." He laughs and picks up the black mask sitting on the dresser, putting it on his face.

"This look, ok?" he asks. You nod, looking at him through the mirror. "Should I put on the glasses? It'll probably cover up my eye." Tom has a scar under his eye, not very big, but noticeable.

"Will they cover it? I mean, they're only regular glasses. Maybe the sunglasses would do better, but going in there with those would be suspicious. You can if you want, I guess," you nod.

Tom nods, picking up the glasses and putting them on, looking at himself. If you're being honest, he does look normal. Anyone who saw him wouldn't think a second thought, especially with the corona stuff going around. Nobody will care about his mask. People who were around him enough would know it was Tom. You guys are pretty much riding on the hope they can't tell. It's unlikely they'd be able to, and yeah, it's a risk, but what else is mob life about, right?

After you feel Tom's look is ok, you turn to walk back to the bed, feeling tired from standing long. You weren't even close to being recovered. Tom put bandages around your torso, but it is still sore, and you can't move around by yourself much.

Tom sees as you turn around, slowly trying to shuffle back to the bed. He turns to you and puts his arm out, letting you grab it and helping you toward the bed. "Thanks, Tommy," you say when you settle into the bed. "You guys shoulder probably get going."

Right when you said that, someone knocked on the bedroom door. "You ready, Tom?" you hear Harrison on the other side of the door.

"Yeah," he yells back. "Sam will stay here with you. Get some rest while I'm gone," he kisses your forehead, "everything will be fine." You give Tom a nod, and he gets up, opening the door and letting Sam inside. You see Harrison on the other side of the door, dressed in casual clothes like Tom.

"Oh. Oh, Tom, wait," you get his attention, "take the dress with you," you say, pointing at the dress in the corner. You still wanted it, a little sowing and cleaning, and it'd be fine.

Tom nods, walking back into the room and grabbing the dress and a bag, stuffing it into the bag and throwing it over his shoulder, walking out. Sam comes into the room, sitting on the now cleaned couch, getting comfortable for the time.

"You ready for this, mate?" Harrison asks Tom after they pull up to your apartment building.

"Yeah. How hard will it be?" Tom shrugs.

"Remember, they know me, so let me do the talking," Harrison says. Tom nods, adjusting his glasses and mask, checking, making sure his hair is still perfect.

After he sees he looks ok, he and Harrison get out of the car and head up to your apartment. Harrison uses his (Tom's) key to get inside. Marcus and Chris are in their usual spot, looking at the door when they see it open. Tom and Harrison act normal.

"Hey, Headwick. Uh, Y/n isn't here. She actually hasn't been here in the past few days," Marcus says. Neither of them seemed to think to give a second glance until they saw the second person who they hadn't met.

"Oh, yeah. We're here to pick up something," Harrison says. Tom doesn't look at them, keeping his head forward as he walks back toward your bedroom.

"Everything ok?" Chris asks, both of them eyeing Tom as he slips to the hallway.

"Yeah, yeah. Y/n needed something, and we're picking it up." Before they can say anything else, he walks away to the bedroom with Tom, closing the door behind him.

They quickly look around the room, checking for bugs, cameras, anything that could've been planted or moved. They don't find anything, both letting out a sigh of relief. "I'll look around the kitchen. You check the bathroom," Harrison says. Tom nods, and they split up. Harrison is careful, not bringing any attention to himself, making it seem like he was making something. Neither of them finds anything.

They regroup within 10 minutes, thinking and hoping they didn't miss anything. "You think it's clear?" Harrison asks, sitting down on your bed.

"I don't know, doesn't feel right. But, Y/n is right, she has to come back eventually, and right now, I guess there really isn't a reason not to," Tom sighs. "My gut says something's up."

Harrison shrugs, "It's your call."

Tom nods his head to the door, turning to walk out. "I'll put a sensor on the door. Let's go."

"Wait," Harrison stops before he opens the door, "does she make a panic button? Like the ones you put in the mansion?"

"Yeah. One in here by the bed, one in the bathroom, and one by the front door."

"The front door? Where?" Haz asks.

"I'll show you on the way out." They walk out of the room, Tom keeping his head forward like before. They head straight for the door.

"Hey. We never caught your name," Chris speaks up, both him and Marcus eyeing Tom.

"Peter. He's my brother," Harrison cuts in, Tom looking at him over his shoulder. "We actually have somewhere to go, but Y/n will probably be back soon," Haz nods.

Both Marcus and Chris nod their heads, watching as Tom opens the door for them to exit. When Tom steps throw the door, he turns back to Harrison, hoping the detectives don't notice, and slyly points his finger to the little button a few inches from the door. Harrison's eyes follow his finger, seeing the little button. He does a nod, and they continue out of the door.

Marcus and Chris watch them, and when they leave, they stay silent for a few seconds. "That was weird, right?" Marcus asks.

"So weird," Chris shakes his head. "I don't trust that Peter guy." Marcus picks up his laptop while Chris watches Tom and Harrison walk to their car. "Yeah, no. Somethings up. There's a third," he sees how they both get in, but someone else drives off.

"Chauffeur?" Marcus asks, eyes trained on his laptop screen as he searches for something.

Chris shakes his head, "I don't know, maybe. It looks like the same car Y/n got into when she left for that wedding."

"What, you think the boyfriend isn't letting her come back? Get the plates," Marcus mumbles. Chris watches as the car pulls off, grabbing a pad and quickly writing down the plate numbers.

"No, it doesn't feel like that, but something's weird."

"Yup, ok, look." Marcus picks up his laptop and puts it in front of Chris. "There are only ten people in the area named Peter. Here are profiles on each of them. Now, do any of these people look like the guy who was just here?" Marcus urges, shaking his head.

"Ok, but we can't know for sure cause of the mask. Try Headwick. Maybe the name is spelled weird. Either way, if they're brothers, he should be under Headwick's profile in family," Chris explains.

Marcus types quickly but then laughs. "Only Headwick's in this area is an eighty-year-old man and a fifty-year-old."

"Jeez," Chris sighs.

"You run the plates. I'm tapping into security. We're figuring out who these guys are," Marcus says, pulling up a chair directly next to Chris.

Both of them get to work, tapping away at their computers, focused.

A few minutes go by, and Chris sighs, sitting back in his chair and running a hand through his hair. "Fake plates."

"Ok, look," Marcus sits up, "I followed the car through the security around the city." Chris sits up, looking at his computer screen. He sees the black car at a stoplight, not able to see in the backseat, but can see Harrison in the front and Harry driving. Marcus captures the picture and tries zooming in. "This is the clearest picture I could get. That's Headwick, and that's the third you mentioned. I'll run him through facial recognition."

It takes a little over 5 minutes before the program beeps, announcing that it found Harry's face and file. Both their eyes widen, staring at the screen. "You've got to be kidding me," Chris breathes out.

The file reads: Harry Holland. 24 years old, brother to Tom Holland.

"We just let them go..." Marcus says.

"You don't think..." Chris trails off, looking at Marcus.

Marcus nods, "It was him. It had to have been."

Chris runs his hands over his face in frustration. "This' ridiculous."

"Yeah. Check this out," Marcus points to the family section, "look who it is."

Chris sarcastically laughs, shaking his head. "The mole. No wonder Chief wouldn't say his real name," Chris sighs. "Y/n doesn't know. She couldn't. There's no way."

"It's possible. But think about it, I mentioned the mole. A few days later, the guy's gone." Marcus runs his hand over his mouth, staring at the screen. "'Headwick' isn't anywhere under the family, so that would mean he's in some other part."

"The wedding," Marcus says, Chris, looking up at him. "She left for the so-called wedding and hasn't been back. What was the same night as the wedding?"

"That explosion. The whole mafia interference thing," Chris nods.

"If Y/n does know, I don't doubt Holland, and the whoever Headwick was there. She would've gone with them and been caught up in it," Marcus explains.

"You think she's dead," Chris frowns.

"Can't know for sure. Headwick said she'd be back, but we obviously can't trust that," Marcus sighs.

"Wait, the bag," Chris points at him, sitting up in his chair.

"What bag?"

"Remember, Holland came in with a bag!" Chris says, jumping up and walking to your room. Marcus follows him, watching as he opens your bedroom door and starts looking around.

"Careful," Marcus steps in behind him.

Chris looks around, finding the bag on the side of your bed. He pulls it up, throwing it on the bed and opening it. "Woah," he says, reaching in and pulling out your mangled dress.

Marcus frowns as he steps closer. "Either she's dead, or she did get caught up in it. Whatever happened wasn't pretty," Marcus mumbles, seeing the dress crinkle as it gets lifted from the bag, covered in blood and dirt.

"I think I saw a scar under Hollands eye. That would mean he had been there for sure." Marcus nods in agreement.

"I definitely saw him point at something as they walked out," Marcus comments.

"I saw too, but I didn't think much of it," Chris says as he leaves the room, walking to the front door and crouching down, looking in the direction Tom pointed. "Check this out."

Marcus squats next to him, seeing the round button. "Sensor?"

"Nah, it's a button. Probably panic button to alert Holland," Chris says.

"Should we tap it? Get him to come back and make the arrest?" Marcus asks.

"No. He'll know it wasn't from her. We have to wait. When, or if, she comes back, then we'll find out what we can and take her in if we need to."

While Tom's gone, you and Sam turned on a movie, and quickly you fell asleep. Sam sat comfortably on the couch, noticing you asleep and not bothering you. It was a little less than two hours when Tom returned.

He opened the door slowly and stepped in, seeing you asleep, curled up in his blankets, and Sam asleep, sprawled out on his couch. Tom smirks, stepping further into the room walking toward the couch. Harry and Harrison watch him from the door, rolling their eyes when they realize what he's doing.

Tom stops about two feet from Sam, taking his gun from his waistband and pointing it at him. He continues to walk closer and closer, waiting to see when Sam will wake up. Sam only jolts awake when he feels the barrel of Tom's gun against his forehead but quickly lets out a breath when he sees it's him.

"I'm revoking your babysitting privileges," Tom speaks barely above a whisper, not wanting to wake you. "And you're taking classes with Harrison from now on to strengthen your reflexes. You should have woken up the second I stepped in the room," Tom says dryly.

"Fine," Sam groans and sighs, pushing himself up and to the door, not wanting to wait around long enough to get in any more trouble.

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Stuck

Summary: You are August Walkers maid, and when you are changing the sheets on his massive bed your hand gets stuck between the mattress and headboard. Upon finding you in that predicament August takes control of the situation, however it doesn’t mean you get unstuck any time soon. (Based on a pornhub video i saw at 2am a few nights ago)

Pairing: August Walker x Female Maid Reader (no race or size described) Fandom; Henry Cavill, Mission Impossible: Fallout.

Warnings; NSFW, 18+, Dub-con, Fingering, groping, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, size kink, breeding kink, boob play, anal fingering, double penetration, spanking, spying/stalker behaviour, surveilence, voyerism, unauthorized recording of a sex act, not-great aftercare (he tries), slight dom/sub, the start of a ‘sugar daddy’ arrangement, however no reference to Daddy kink.

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Stuck

Ringing the doorbell, you stood anxiously on the doormat outside the expensive apartment, listening for approaching steps but hearing none. So when the door suddenly opened you let out a tiny yelp of surprise, before taking a deep breath to steady your racing heart;

“Good afternoon Mr Walker”

The giant of a man stood in front of you, recognition quickly passing over his face when he saw your uniform of black dress and simple black ballet flats;

“Oh yes, the maid. C’mon in”

You worked for a high security housekeeping company, strict controls and stringent background checks as you were contracted to the pentagon and the agents and staff that worked there. You always worked on an ad-hoc basis, only visiting homes when clients or agents requested it. This was however the fourth time cleaning Mr Walker’s apartment, always having to work around suitcases littering the halls and various weapons being cleaned and serviced on the kitchen table.

Holding your pail of cleaning supplies you waited as he shut the door, talking at you rather than to you;

“Okay so here’s what you need to do today; clean the bathroom and kitchen, vacuum the rugs throughout, change the bedding and leave in the laundry hamper”

You nodded;

“Sweeping throughout too sir?”

“No need, the Roomba does the smooth floors, it just can’t get onto the deep pile rugs” he hooked an earbud into one ear; “I’m going out for a run, I’ll be two hours”

Swallowing nervously you nodded, watching as he hooked the other earbud in and left without another word, leaving you staring at the white wood of the door after he’d closed it.

Mr Walker both scared and excited you. A beast of a man, he was all muscle, and each time you had visited he had excused himself so not to be there whilst you were. The fact that he was always in a tank top and running shorts that did nothing to hide any part of him had you stretching your concentration to its limits in order to get your job done and not drift off into a fantasy land that you saved for when you were curled up in your own bed.

Getting to work you started on the kitchen, stacking the dishwasher with the various dirty crockery that littered the room, cleaning the surfaces, sink, stove. Next up you hit the rugs, working quickly as you vacuumed, before heading to the bathroom.

Taking a deep breath you opened the door and relaxed. Cleaning bathrooms for single men were what you always dreaded, but at least as you started to cleanse every surface including the toilet, you realised that Mr Walker thankfully had good aim. Finally it was time for the shower, and as you pulled open the glass door and looked down you let out a shriek; the largest spider you’d ever seen sat in the corner. Grabbing the handled loofah you crept a little closer, letting out a laugh when you saw it wasn’t in fact an arachnid; instead it was a clump of dark hair;

“Well, the man does have a lot of hair” you muttered to no-one but yourself, thinking about how his chest was covered in a mat of soft hair, exposed in the low neck of his running tank.

Half an hour later you wiped your brow on the back of your arm. Mr Walkers bathroom had in fact been a nightmare, the man shed more hair than a fucking German Shepherd. Washing your hands and glancing at your watch, you saw that you had fifteen minutes left of the two hours, taking a deep breath before grabbing the clean linens from the closet.

Mr Walkers bedroom was white. There was no personalisation, no trinkets. Slipping your ballet flats off you climbed onto the bed, mentally taking in the sheer size of it; it must be a super king if not larger. Your mind immediately went south, imagining Mr Walker fucking on the bed, sprawled out as you straddle his face - you had always wondered what that moustache felt like against your skin - and you ride his tongue, or him pile driving you into the mattress, his hard body pressing against every inch of you as he fills you.

Moving up the bed you tugged on the sheet, cursing as it wouldn’t pull out from between the mattress and headboard. With a huff you shuffled forward, pushing your hands down between them, tugging on the expensive white cotton. Pushing your arm down a little further you could just about feel that it was caught on something, moving to pull back and then it happened… you were stuck.

“What the...?” you muttered, realisation hitting you that your watch had slipped into the gap and was now preventing you from pulling your arm out. You could feel your heart rate increasing as you struggled to set yourself free, pulling against the strain but it did little to help. You pushed and pulled and grunted, hiking your dress up so you could widen your stance on the bed, but nothing worked. You frantically looked around to see the time, yet there wasn’t a clock or display in sight, and you could hardly look at your watch. If you didn’t get out of there soon Mr Walker…

“Well isn’t this a pretty sight…”

No. Please no. Oh god no. You screwed your eyes shut, the heat of embarrassment rising to your skin;

“I’m stuck” you whispered, letting out a yelp when you felt the bed dip behind you, feeling his hands gently resting on your hips;

“Unfortunate for you, maybe not so for me...”

Five minutes ago.

August sat in the small room, staring at the laptop screen in front of him. As ideas went, this was both his best and worst idea yet. Installing hidden security cameras in his apartment had been at first simply for security whilst he was away on missions, but he’d found a secondary use for it once the agency had recommended your employers as a maid service. He hadn’t been expecting someone as pretty as you, you had this look of innocence about you that made him just want to corrupt you and ruin you. He may be a bastard but he wasn’t a heathen, so instead of just turning on the charm offensive he had found an abandoned room in his apartment building and set up a small surveillance center. One with a chair, a laptop, a bottle of lube and a box of tissues.

August Walker had just spent the last two hours edging himself as he watched you bend over in that knee length dress, adjusting camera angles to see up your skirt as you bent over. August Walker was one step away from full on pervert. And he had no regrets at all.

That was until he saw you on his bed, and realised you were trapped. Temptation got the better of him, so stuffing his hard dick back into his running shorts, he quickly left the room and silently made his way back to his apartment.

He entered and could smell the pleasant scent of the cleaning fluids you’d used, the quiet grunts as you tried to free yourself from your predicament. Toeing off his sneakers he silently made his way through the hallways, suppressing a groan as he saw you on his bed; ass up face down, the fabric of your dress stretched over the tops of your thighs, the fabric moving as you moved to expose glimpses of your buttocks. He pressed a hand over the obscene bulge in his shorts before moving to the bed.

“Mr Walker!” you squeaked out in surprise; “You’re back… umm I’m stuck, my watch… I can’t get my wrist back through the gap between the headboard and the mattress”

“Oh… what a shame. Let me help…”

You were expecting him to move around you, but instead he covered your body with his own and grasped your arms. Your mind was lost as you took in how his massive hands could completely circle your wrists, the weight of him above you almost suffocating, and when he started to tug you knew you were done for.

The gentle rocking of your bodies, rubbing against one another was all it took for a moan to leave your mouth involuntarily, the feeling of his hard dick rutting against the crease of your ass making you embarrassingly wet almost instantly. He grunted above you;

“Huh, well that didn’t work…”

Pushing himself up he knelt behind you, still pressing his hard-on against your ass as his hands gripped your hips and he tugged gently, however all he did was pull you back against his crotch;

“This fabric is slippery, hang on a second…”

Pressing your head to the bed you felt him flip your skirt up, hearing a sharp intake of breath behind you as he took in the bright red thong you were wearing beneath your dress. His warm hands smoothed over your buttocks before gripping onto your hips and half-heartedly tugging again.

It was no good, you were too turned on to even object. You’d lusted after your client for weeks, and now you found yourself in this predicament which it was obvious he had no intention of helping you with, but instead had other ideas that you had no desire to object to. You were rocking back against his dick, the quiet moans escaping your throat telling him you were more than into it, so when you felt his fingers curl around the elastic of your underwear and tug them down to your mid-thigh, all you could do was arch your back and present your pussy for his inspection.

Thick fingers parted your folds, teasing your nectar to your aching clit where a thumb rubbed hard circles against the sensitive bud. His other hand was lost from you for a moment and you could feel him moving, before you felt the thwack of his heavy dick against your ass.

With your hand trapped and your body stretched out you could barely look over your shoulder, but when you did you could see the impressive bulk of your clients body towering over you, the sight making your cunt clench with anticipation.

“Excited, are we?”

“Please Mr Walker…”

“Please what?” You moaned and his quiet chuckle filled the room; “You gotta say it”

“Please fuck me”

“Eager little thing, aren’t we?”

“Please…”

“Well, as you asked so nicely…”

He took hold of his dick and dragged the bulbous tip through your folds, dousing himself with your juices before lining himself up with your entrance. When you felt him push just the tip inside you it felt like you were being split open, he must be as thick as your wrist, and as he continued to force his way into your body it felt like he was the length of your forearm.

“Such a good little slut, taking my dick…” his voice filled your senses as your body fought to relax and allow him deeper, your juices running down your legs where he would rock back and forth to lubricate his girth before pushing another punishing inch in to you.

Your velvet walls parted yet gripped him tight, and you could feel every ridge, bump and vein as he started to fuck your tight pussy. With every pull and push your head swam, your body moving back to meet his thrusts as his massive hands gripped onto your hips and he started to slam into you harder and harder. When his hand came down onto your ass the loud smack surprised you just as much as the pain, but you arched your back even more like a bitch in heat.

He reached beneath you, tugging at the neckline of your dress with both hands, before the seam of the collar broke and the soft jersey stretched enough for him to tug the fabric down. His fingers caught in the lace cups of your bra, and whilst still plunging deep into you from behind, he was able to let your titties swing free and he grabbed a handful;

“Such pretty tits. Next time you clean I want you in just your underwear so I can watch them swing. Might get you scrubbing the floors so I can see you bent over and ready for me”

You shuddered at his words, he already paid a premium for your services, and the electronic tip that he’d sent through had been more than generous, the last visit alone you had been surprised by the triple figures, but more than grateful that you were able to pay the bills.

His hands had found their way back to your ass, smoothing over the soft skin as he continued to fuck you, the wide ridge that ran along the underside of his length rubbing so beautifully against your g-spot, you were sure you were going to cum soon.

He pulled your cheeks apart and you felt him spit on your asshole, the warm liquid pooling for a moment before his thumb started to rub insistently over the brown rose. Burying your head in the soft sheets you allowed your body to relax as he breached your back door with his thumb, the wide digit stretching you as he pushed in as far as he could;

“This ass is incredible. I can’t wait to fuck it”

You let out a tiny yelp at the idea of trying to fit his massive cock in your ass;

“Mr Walker!”

“Oh, don’t you worry, I’ll make sure you’re stretched out first. Might want to add a plug to the uniform list for next time, make sure you’re ready lubed and stretched for me. But don’t you worry your pretty little head, this time I’m just going to cum deep in this sweet pussy of yours. Are you on birth control? Are you ripe?”

You hadn’t even considered birth control. Your insurance had stopped covering you a couple of years back, so when you had gone on the occasional date that had ended up between the sheets, you’d simply resorted to condoms;

“No… no…”

“Oh yes. I’m going to cum deep inside you, let my seed rest within your womb. God, I’d love to see your belly round with my child, I bet your tits would be even more impressive. Hmmn yes, that’s fucking perfect…”

You hadn’t thought it possible, but all that he said was turning you on even more, and it wasn’t just you that liked the idea, you could feel him swell within you, his girth growing thicker as his arousal grew. The added stretch was driving you closer and closer to your own orgasm, the dual stimulations of your pussy and ass both being filled had you trembling with need.

“Are you going to cum for me?” his voice was hoarse and dry, an edge of desperation to it too; “I’m close, gonna shoot my load in you soon. You’d better cum before I do ‘cos once I’m done I’m pulling out and will leave you dripping with my seed and on edge…”

The threat of being left on the precipice was enough to push your body over the edge, cumming hard as your body held him so tight he thought he wouldn’t be able to pull out. The vice like grip had him throwing his head back as your body milked him, his own orgasm ripping through his body that he came with a roar and a string of expletives.

August wasn’t sure if he had ever cum that hard before, but the way your body gripped him so tight he was in no doubt that your pussy was the best he’d ever had - and he’d had a lot - and he knew without a doubt that he was not going to let anyone else ever come near it again.

As he slowed his thrusts and let you work through the aftershocks of your intense orgasm, he mentally checked off all the things he’d been checking up on; from the details of your financials, your family and education, your social media. He had seen all of them. He had your phone tapped and knew that he was going to be installing spy cameras in your apartment… that was until you agreed to be his.

Looking down at your ass he pulled his thumb out of your now loosened asshole, making sure to catch the way it winked as he recorded on his phone, having pulled that out of his pocket soon after he’d started and had recorded himself defiling your body. Giving your ass a smack he relished how the camera picked up the jiggle as the force rippled through you, before grasping a large handful of ass as he pulled out and watched his cum pool at your entrance, before pushing it back in with two thick fingers. Tugging your underwear up your legs from where they had settled around your knees, he made sure the flimsy red mesh covered your hole, quickly getting soaked with his seed as he pushed the fabric against the mess to fully coat it.

Finally he shut his phone off and reached towards the headboard, giving it a tug and feeling it lift, watching as you silently pulled your hand free before collapsing on the bed. He carefully unbuckled your wristwatch before rubbing at the sore skin, easing away the chafed skin. He set your hand down carefully and quickly left the room, returning a moment later with a glass of water and holding it to your lips as he helped you sit up.

Setting the empty glass on the side, he rubbed your back before attempting to fix your torn collar, finally giving up. He swiped a thumb across your cheek, wiping away the mascara tear stains;

“Next week you’ll need to be in your underwear and heels. Make sure the plug is well lubricated. I’ll have everything delivered to your address”

You went to object, to question how he would even know, but then realised… CIA… of course he knew. You pushed yourself to the edge of the bed, finding your shoes and slipping your feet in, standing on wobbly legs as he spoke again.

“Do as I ask and I’ll let you stay the night so I can fuck your other two holes as well”

Turning you nodded;

“Yes Mr Walker”

“Oh, you can call me Sir now” he turned to leave the room before waving his finger at the pile of fresh linen still folded at the end of the bed; “Remember to finish up before you leave”

He left the room without another word. You went to object, but just as you did you felt the phone in your pocket vibrate. Quickly checking it your eyebrows practically shot off the top of your head, seeing the tip transfer come through for $2000. Biting your lip, your thumb hovered over the accept/decline buttons, the moral dilemma tearing your mind in two.

In the hallway August watched his phone. He could see that you’d received the notification of the tip. When he saw your action on the app he smiled and slid the phone back into his pocket, already planning your next visit.

Part 2 >>>

#august walker #august walker smut #august walker x reader #henry cavill #august walker x you

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Is it bad that I don't want Sophie Beckett to be a POC? It's because putting a POC in a Cinderella story (which Sophie and Benedict's story is), opens up to the dangerous white savior trope with the rich white man saving the oppressed POC working woman. I cannot think of any way to carefully handle that and still stay loyal to the books. But that doesn't mean Sophie has to be an english actress. If the show makes Sophie Irish, the show can still address the same issues about working women in Regency England with added historical accuracy - as we all know the British were beyond horrid d*cks to the Irish for centuries. And that's an understatement.

I’d like to point out that Nicola Coughlan is Irish. And that I do love the implication of the Featheringtons might Irish roots. Hopefully her Irish heritage will get brought up in the show next season. Your question does makes me wonder how well Nicola would have played Sophie if she’d been casted opposite Luke Thompson tho.

Now put on your seatbelt anon you're about to hear a rant.

First of all let's get this out of the way, I am in no way opposed to seeing a black Cinderella on Bridgerton. One of the best Cinderella's in cinematic history was a black woman, which was Brandi in Roger and Hammerstein's. And Brandi's Cinderella is so great, beautiful, flawless in the way she played it that surpassing her has been the challenge of every Cinderella that came after including Lily James.

If someone like Brandi played Sophie, Bridgerton would rise so high, because there's something about a black woman not putting up with oppression any longer and quite literally giving Benedict the dressing down he deserves, that would be so cathartic for me. You wouldn't even notice the white savior trope because she would kick it out of the way with the force of her performance. The way the actress plays the role has a lot of power into how the character is perceived. Take Gugu Mbatha-Raw in any role ever. Most notably in 'Belle'. when she's on screen, the depth she gives to her performance makes white people look like they're not even trying.

If Bridgerton did cast a black actress as Sophie, unless the actress was anything short of spectacular, her performance would be compared to Brandi. Because Brandi set the standard for POC Cinderella scenes.

Now let's leave aside that Benedict is a classist duck to Sophie for a moment. And focus on the fact that Sophie Beckett has arguably the most tragic backstory out of the four Bridgerton wives. Kate, Penelope and Lucy at least had families who gave a thought to their happiness. Sophie didn’t. Her backstory is going to hurt regardless of who plays the role, it’s literally written that way.

Which brings us to my rant, if you examine the amount of times the Cinderella trope has been used in a movie or tv and cross reference that with the amount of times a non-white actress played the role, you start to see a disturbing trend. Which is this: when not performed by a white actress, Cinderella is performed by an actress of South American/Latino descent. Most recently Selena Gomez, Sofia Carson and Camilla Cabello. And Dania Ramirez in that season of OUAT I didn’t watch.

As a Latina myself if you think the slavery implication in the white savior trope is bad when Cinderella is played by a black actress then it's just as bad when it's performed by a Latina. People don't talk about it that much because Latina skin can pass for white under a certain tan booth light. But make no mistake, the implication is there.

Hot take: Actresses with South American/Latino heritage, aren't all born to play the role of maids or any other type of oppressed citizens. Despite what Jlo made Hollywood think in Maid in Manhattan. In fact neither are black women. Bridgerton at least got that right when they cast a POC as Queen Charlotte.

If you cross reference the amount of times Cinderella has been played by a black woman in movie/tv and you get 1, which is Brandi, the Cinderella who set the bar really high. 2 if you decide to count Rags where Keke Palmer plays the prince (which I don’t count) but it’s worth mentioning.

Rant ended back to Sophie and Benedict.

Now, with the exception of the casting of Daphne, ( which I think could have gone better, because Phoebe’s performance was lackluster compared to costars like Nicola Coughlan, Ruby Barker and Sabrina Bartlett) Bridgerton casting has always been really successful. I personally love who they picked as Kate and Edwina. From what I can see in the recent clips, Simone Ashley can give a lot of depth and nuance to Kate.

I hope that they do the same for the casting of Sophie and bring in an actress who can portray Sophie as someone who refuses to be the victim and has never lost hope. Which is the beauty of Sophie’s character. Personally I’ve never seen an Asian Cinderella in western tv, if they cast an actress with Asian, Pacific or Caribbean heritage, they would actually BE breaking ground and doing something that hasn’t been done before. Even another Desi actress would do well in that role.

I’m the first to raise my hand in favor of more Asian representation in Bridgerton because we didn’t get any in S1 and for a show that’s supposedly so diverse that kinda bummed me out. And it would also have less racist connotations because at that historical point in time, the British (in my limited understanding) had a less oppressive relationship with Asians. At least compared to other cultures that they were actively suppressing, enslaving or destroying.

I still trust that Sophie’s actress will be spectacular, and hopefully she might make me feel something beyond boredom towards Benedict and redeem him in my eyes. Because out of all the Bridgertons I care about his manpain the least in An Offer From A Gentleman. And I still cared about his manpain the least in Bridgerton S1 (regardless of how well Luke Thompson played the character.).

Ps: pardon if I used racial terms that offended anyone here. In my culture calling a person Black, White or Latina, isn’t seen as an insult. So if any of you got offended, it was completely unintentional.

#sophie beckett #benedict bridgerton #An Offer From A Gentleman #bridgerton diversity!#but done right #this needs to be said

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Nowhere to Run (P.2)

Title: Nowhere to Run (Part Two) 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: 6,130 Warnings (for this chapter): Non-con, servitude, forced orgasms, verbal and emotional abuse, double penetration, unprotected sex Author’s Notes: Definitely biting Mother Gothel vibes when Tony says, “No? Oh...” Also, sorry that this got so long but also not sorry.

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The courtyard between the villas was swathed in flowers and shrubbery. Despite how scared you were to be here, you came to a stop in the pathway, looking around in awe. This kind of garden was one you dreamed of to have and lay in, soaking up the sun. Your hands came up to your sheer hood of your robe to push it back — before leaving the Capitol you had been given a robe, a symbol of your assignment. It was white and embroidered with flowers and upon seeing the garden, you spotted the flower it was based off of. You had not seen it in any other part of the Capitol yet and surmised it was specifically here and therefore, the reason for the embroidery choice. It was deep blue, weaving in vines around the pillar. You reached out, rubbing one of the petals between your fingers gently.

Tsu snapped his fingers in your face, getting your attention once more.

“We don’t have a lot of time. The Masters are in a council meeting, and they’ll be expecting you to be settled in and starting your tasks by the time they return. Now I was told you will be assigned primarily to Master Rogers and Master Stark.” He leaned in close and hissed, “And please heed my warning: obey. They are not known to be forgiving.”

He looked serious and you nodded, “Noted.”

“I hope so. They won’t be lenient about back talk. Do not repeat what you did at the capitol building.”

Tsu turned on his heel and continued on, taking a path towards one of the villas. “This is Mr. Roger’s.”

It infuriated you that they all had such large houses just to themselves. Many around the country shared the houses with multiple families and they were nowhere near the size of these.

And being inside, you were even more upset seeing how lacking homeliness there was to the place. It was all marble flooring, minimalist, and cold, really. He gave you direction about the rooms, nodding in acknowledgment when you passed a couple of other servants. They nodded quickly back before moving on to continue their tasks. Your eyes lingered on the large, canopied bed in the master bedroom. Why someone needed that big of a bed just for themselves was beyond you. But the Capitol was greedy, and it was so because of the council members living above their actual needs.

Your mouth watered as you were led to the kitchen; dinner was being prepared and it smelled delicious. The cook himself was skinny and you wondered if he was ever rewarded with the fruits of his labor. You were to attend to the morning tasks specifically and the cook showed you where the coffee was — a delicacy that apparently Master Rogers enjoyed every morning — and where he would leave the prepped food for you to cook for breakfast. On top of preparing his outfit for the day to lay out and getting his toiletries ready for after his shower.

“Am I to do the same at Master Stark’s as well?” you asked Tsu, who nodded. “How can I be expected to be in two places at once? Who is first?”

“They will work that out amongst themselves and inform you. Come now, over to Master Stark’s. Apparently one of his maids has fallen… under the weather.” You furrowed your brow at the hesitance and Tsu leaned in, “We shan’t expect to see her for probably nine months.”

You felt bile swirling.

“It happens from time to time with the Master’s maids. Why, Master Wilson had one just last month.”

“Charming. I’m so glad that’s a common occurrence that no one bats an eye,” you muttered.

Tsu wagged his finger at you, “That’s that attitude I was talking about. I’m not going to be here to remind you to keep it reined in. You’re gonna have to do it yourself.”

Master Stark’s house was across the courtyard. His house was just as unwelcoming and darker in interior design. There were many sky lights, a huge one over his sunken living room. You stepped down, looking at the plush couch and the large flat screen mounted on the wall. Again, so much space for just one person. His bedroom was facing the forest with a bed as large as Master Roger’s and you walked along the windows, staring out as Tsu led you to show you the master bath. You stared at the shower, taking in the floating shower head above and the wooden bench along the wall. That must be relaxing.

“Servants quarters are downstairs. There’s some in every villa. I’m not sure which one you’ll be in but again, they’ll let you know.”

He was leading you back through the hall, pointing out an office and a library. You stuck your head inside the library curiously, your mouth falling open at the walls of books. Back home, you had the pleasure of a collection, but it was not even a quarter of this.

“Come on, Y/N. We don’t have a lot of—” he stopped hearing noise downstairs, the front door slamming it sounded like.

“Matilda!” A man bellowed.

“Shit. He’s back already,” Tsu hissed before grabbing your arm and pulling you out of the library.

Coming along the exposed hallway, you looked past the glass railing over the living room. A woman was in front of who you assumed was Master Stark. He was sneering at her already, “You forget yourself, Matilda. I told you to have my bath ran by the time I returned. Perhaps missing dinner will be in order for you.”

“I’m sorry, master,” she said looking nervous, her head bowed.

Master Stark was dark haired and handsome. He was dressed smartly in a fitted suit, you still able to make out the tautness of his body. The movement at the stairs caught his attention. He took his sunglasses off seeing the pair of you coming down the stairs.

“Master Stark,” Tsu greeted as you approached. He gave a curt bow, and you followed his lead.

Chestnut eyes followed your movement, and you did your best to avert your own gaze. You instead looked at the other woman, seeing the red in her cheeks at being berated.

“I was just showing Y/N around yours and Master Roger’s homes to get her acquainted.”

“Right. The new wench,” Master Stark remarked. You bristled at the term ‘wench’ and shot him an annoyed look. His lips twitched seeing your expression before you averted your gaze again, knowing you had let your temper get the better of you. “Leave us. I can take it from here.”

Tsu nodded and gave another bow. “Good day, Master Stark.”

He left without looking back and you suddenly felt vulnerable without him.

“Girl, come to me,” Master Stark said, snapping his fingers at you like you were a pet. To Matilda he ordered, “What are you still doing standing there, you idiot? Get upstairs and start my bath! Do you wish to miss breakfast as well?”

“No, sir,” she said shaking her head and turning to go up the stairs you had just come down hastily.

You closed the space between the two of you, standing a foot from him, your arms clasped in front of you.

“You were told you are to prepare my clothes and breakfast later in the morning than Steve’s?”

Steve must be Master Rogers.

“Yes, sort of,” you responded in a timid voice.

“Speak up. Muttering annoys the absolute fuck out of me.”

“Yes,” you rose your voice. “But I was unsure which house to be at first. Thank you for answering that for me. What time do you want me here, Master Stark?”

He sighed, “Steve is always up at the asscrack of dawn. Usually about five.” You held back at a grimace knowing you would need to be awake well before then yourself then. “I don’t usually get up until eight. That gives you a couple hours at least at his place beforehand. And you know, before this goes any further, let me see you. Strip.”

“Excuse me?” you asked mortified.

“Did I stutter?” Tony asked dryly. “Untie your dress.”

“No.”

Tony’s eyebrows rose, “‘No’?” He looked sinister, “Oh…”

“No, I mean you didn’t stutter,” you said quickly, trying to correct your misstep.

Amusement was still evident; he did not believe your lie. “Well, get to it then. As I’m sure you heard, I have a bath running and I would like it to be hot.”

Heat creeped up your neck as you reached up and untied the fabric at the back of your neck. He circled slowly, his fingers brushing at your side. You flinched away instinctively, and his hand latched tightly.

“Did I give you permission to move?”

“No,” you whispered.

“What did I tell you about speaking up? Are you daft?”

“No,” you said louder.

“Good girl,” he said, his hand loosening.

It was one thing to have him examining you like cattle at auction but touching you on top of that was humiliating on a whole new level.

His lecherous examination continued, his fingers following his circle he walked on your skin. He traced down from the nape of your neck to the curve of your ass. His fingers fluttered down and gave a squeeze. You sucked in your cheeks, tensing, but you did not say anything like you had at the Capitol. He held, as if he was waiting. When you stayed still, he made a hum of approval before he moved on.

Fingers ghosted along your shoulder. He was so close; you could feel his breath on you. He was frightening, his presence ominous. You fought to keep your eyes forward and not meet him. You had a feeling that would result in punishment.

He stepped away from you, his hand thankfully gone.

“You’ll do,” he said dismissively.

‘You’ll do’? That was more hurtful than outright telling you that you were not up to his standards. Or was he playing mind games?

“Dress yourself. Before you head over to Steve’s, go and straighten up my library. I had young Master Parker over earlier and he has a terrible fucking habit of not putting things back. I like authors by their last name. Don’t fuck it up, do you understand me?”

“Yes, sir.”

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You awoke at 4:30am and dragged yourself from your small cot. You took on the friendly advice given to you by the other servants to use the small glow stick like device to light your way without turning on the actual lights. There was no need to rouse Master Rogers from sleep before he awoke himself; that would piss him off.

Picking up your list that had been left by one of the head servants, you saw you were to pick out his outfit, sort his toiletries, mop the kitchen floor – where were those supplies? – prepare his coffee and breakfast, and lay out his newspaper for him. And wait for further instruction if there were to be any. The only order for his outfit was ‘casual’.

Master Rogers – Steve – was sleeping soundly still. You stared at his form for a few seconds, his muscular arms and chest that were exposed from his silk sheets. He was a large man, handsome too just like Master Stark, with a strong jaw. His blonde hair was splayed across his forehead from his tussling in the night. You were given little to no instruction for his clothing, and you went into his closet blind, holding up the small light you were holding. His room was shrouded in darkness from the curtains being pulled and you were grateful you had brought the light.

In his closet, you fetched a relaxed top and a soft cardigan with slacks. That was as casual as it was getting in his selection of clothes. You kept the hangers and brought them soundlessly out to his bathroom door, hanging them up. You went inside and began gathering the toiletries listed and separated them between the counter near the sink and his shower.

Down in the kitchen, you made first to find the mop and thankfully, it was in the pantry. It was fairly easy to mop the floor, that you were used to. But after that, you stared at the oven before clicking a button you thought was the correct one. It came to life. This was far more technological than you had dealt with, but you had to figure it out. You wished you had had more time with Tsu or the cook yesterday. It took you a moment to figure out where the skillets were, but you were able to get his bacon started and his eggs. His coffee was more difficult than you thought originally. He wanted a latte. You followed the instructions to make an espresso and then whisked the milk, pouring the espresso over it.

As if on cue, you placed the latte next to his plate on the counter as instructed next to his newspaper, and he walked in.

His eyes ran over you, and you gave him a curt bow as Tsu had done for Master Stark. “Good morning, Master Rogers.”

“We haven’t met,” he responded, coming over to his plate and grabbing his newspaper.

“Y/N, sir.”

“Hmm, right. I remember you.”

He remembered you from what?

“I’m to help you in the morning. I hope my outfit choice was appropriate.”

Steve looked down and shrugged half assedly. “It’s comfortable enough.”

Holding back your attitude, you asked, “Is there something I can do different in the future that will please you more?” His eyes flashed lasciviously, and you quickly added, “In regard to your outfit, I mean, sir. Just so I know what to choose.”

“I’m not sure I can teach a mountain girl anything about fashion on a whim. So, just watch the rest of the masters and the council members outfits. I don’t have the energy to try to explain it to you. I’m sure this long, halter gown is the fanciest thing you’ve worn and it’s merely a villa servant’s dress.”

How you wanted to knock him a good one for being so crass. It must have been evident in your expression because his eyes crinkled as he picked up a bite of his eggs, taking a bite.

“Did I strike a nerve?”

“No,” you blatantly lied. “How are your eggs, sir?”

“Fine, surprisingly. You made them quite fluffy.”

Steve’s hand moved in what seemed like a very deliberate movement, knocking his cup, and it fell to the floor. Ceramic shattered and his latte flooded around it.

You bit your cheeks to keep from screaming, staring at it. You had just cleaned the floor.

“Oops,” he said flatly, not sounding sorry at all. “Why did you place it so close to the edge?”

He was saying it like it was your fault. This pompous asshole. But you inhaled deeply.

“I’ll make you another one,” you told him calmly although you were screaming internally. He was not going to get a rise out of you that quickly and that easily. Tsu had warned you to obey and you were not going to risk being beaten or worse – time added to your sentence – over spilled coffee.

“Another one…?” He asked expectantly.

“Master Rogers,” you said stiffly.

You bent over and began picking up the shattered pieces first. Scooping them up you brought them over to the trash can and tossed them in.

Turning back around, you caught sight of him staring, his eyes focused on your hips before he met your gaze. He looked aroused and you knew he had been staring at your ass as you were bent over. Nonchalantly, he cleared his throat and looked back down at his newspaper.

You felt relief surprisingly when he said, “I’m sure Tony will be coming back from the land of the dead soon enough. You should hurry over there.”

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You cracked Tony’s door open and quietly slipped in. You saw two figures in the bed as you crept by towards his closet. You used the natural light coming in from the windows to guide yourself through the closet. He had said dark grey for his color scheme, so you did your best, matching the jacket, vest, and slacks but a white dress shirt. The socks and tie you chose were burgundy, a contrast. He had not asked for that, but you would see how that worked.

Quietly, you came back out of the closet and stilled when you saw someone slipping out of the bed. You recognized her in the light… Matilda. She stopped only for a moment, locking eyes with you before snatching her dress off the ground and bringing it up and tying it around her neck. She sneaked out of the room, more than likely going to start her chores. So, he forced someone he verbally abused to his bed.

Gently you walked over to the bathroom and hung up the clothes on the outside of the door. You moved inside and got together the materials the same you had for Steve and put the appropriate ones in the shower and by the sink.

When you emerged, Tony was stirring, and you moved quicker to get out of the room before he was fully awake.

But to no luck.

“Morning, little vixen.”

You stopped in your movement and turned back to face him, clasping your hands. “Good morning, Master Stark. I’m sorry if I woke you.”

His lips up ticked into a closed smile, “I’m sure it is time for me to be awake if I find my bed cold. Night is over and consequently the fun.” He threw the covers back and got back out of bed unabashedly of his naked form. Your eyes widened at his brazen behavior, all of him on display. You turned your head, avoiding looking at him and he chuckled. “You’ll get used to seeing this.”

Tony moved towards the door and eyed the suit choice. He shot you a look and said, “Look at that slight boldness of color. It’s subtle against the neutral but it’s nice. Good choice.”

He winked at you before going into the bathroom. You took that as permission to leave to start his breakfast.

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The whole first day you had put up with both of their antics. They were trying your patience and it was getting to you. You had never crossed two more pretentious men and they were so insulting to their staff. Steve had called you “pigheaded” for placing his newspaper on the right instead of the left of his plate this morning and you wanted to just tear it up in front of him.

You were currently in Tony’s office waiting instruction. There had been a task after breakfast to clean his office and before you started, you wanted more direction, so you did not make a mistake.

He walked in finding you still standing still, and he asked, “You know, to clean, you need to actually be moving?”

“My instructions said to dust but I was not sure what I should touch and not touch, Master Stark. I was waiting for you to give me direction so—”

He cut you off, “When it says dust, just dust. But, you know, I’m actually glad you waited so you’ll be in here longer.” He stalked over to his desk and opened one of his drawers, pulling out a box. He unwrapped it and you watched him pull out a pair of lace, barely there panties. Your heart clenched – he surely did not mean to give those to you? He placed a small device into the crotch of them and held them out to you.

“What’s that?” you asked slowly, not moving.

“I like some entertainment while I work,” Tony commented. “Put them on. They’ll be a snug fit, right up against what I’m sure is a beautiful pussy.” You stared back at him, and Tony returned a challenging look. “Are we going to have a problem?”

At loss for words, you stammered, “I… for what?”

“A problem ‘for what’? Yeah, that’s exactly what my question is. There should not be a problem when I tell you to do something directly. Come over here and fetch them and put them on,” Tony ordered you impatiently. “Before I lose my temper.”

As if you were moving against your own will, your legs moved forward, and you came to the desk. You reached up underneath your gown, his eyes raking over your exposed bare legs. Yanking down your underwear, you tossed them to the side by the desk and took the underwear from him. Hunger was swimming in his eyes, and you swallowed sharply. He was right; they were snug, the protruding part right up against your bud.

He clicked a button on the small remote and the underwear turned on. You grimaced your teeth as you felt the vibration, if only for a few moments.

Tony looked elated at the expression on your face. “Sweetheart, if you can dust everything here without coming, I’ll be so proud.” He leaned forward and winked, “But I’m going to make you work for it. Our work meetings are so boring, and I enjoy watching you women fighting against an orgasm.”

You hated this. You were to clean his office and he was going to be brushing your cunt with his toy.

He picked up the glass by his desk and opened the mini fridge, pulling out the ice cubes. He clunked some into his glass and poured some water over the top of it. Settling back into his chair he eyed you, waiting.

Swallowing your pride, you turned from him and began at the far end at the stacked bookcases. You shuddered as the panties worked at your clit, longer this time. He did not hit the button at regular intervals, so it caught you off guard every time. You would be holding a porcelain figurine and clench it, hoping to God you would not drop it. You were bound to break something the closer you got to coming undone. He was continuing on with his virtual meeting as if nothing untoward was happening to you. You bent to grab a book that had fallen off the shelf and he hit it again. You snapped back up and exhaled sharply, clenched as it vibrated relentlessly against you. You gave the book a quick brush over before placing it back on the shelf. You took a step and he hit it again.

Having had enough, you turned around and hissed, “You’re distracting me. How am I to work, Master Stark?”

He muted his microphone on his computer and blocked his camera before turning in his chair towards you. You saw the bulge in his pants and that only served to make you more upset with the situation. How much he was getting off on this was unbearable.

“That’s kind of the point of this. But, really, you’re distracting me, little vixen. With your hips and those soft sighs leaving your mouth every time I press the toy. It’s very beguiling,” Tony argued, relaxing back in his chair. You heard the ice clinking in his drink as he brought it to his lips. “And I’ll distract you however much I want to. Don’t you forget that. Get back to work. Now.”

He clicked his microphone and camera back on, resuming his meeting. His fingers were tapping the remote that was lying on the desk, teasingly. Pissed, you turned back.

It buzzed again only moments later, and you clenched, squeezing your thighs together as you brushed the bookcase.

“Ah ah. Naughty girl. Let me in,” Tony intoned, and you loosened. He took the opportunity and hit you again with stimulation.

You let out a frustrated noise and threw the duster onto the ground.

“Fuck this!” you exclaimed.

Tony hit the hide and mute on his computer quickly at your outburst, caught off guard. You got a small satisfaction out of that in the heat of the moment that you had thrown him off his game.

He turned towards you again, looking furious. That did nothing to throw water on your temper. You hastily tore the underwear off and threw them in his general direction. Tony’s eyes followed the descent of them to land at his black oxfords. “Send me back! I’ll take on an extra month — six even if I can just be back in the capitol building! This is torture!”

Tony drug his gaze from the panties back to you. His elbow was still resting on the arm of the chair.

Chest heaving, you watched him and slowly felt the dread creeping in. His eyes were hard, and you remembered who exactly you were dealing with. He had all the power in this relationship, and you had just lost your temper with him, outright disobeying something you had been ordered to do. And you may have embarrassed him in front of other Capitol council members in your outburst.

Tony stood from the chair and stalked over to you, peering down his nose at you. His voice was dangerously low when he said, “Go up to my bedroom and wait there for Steve and I. On the bed. Naked.”

Naked? You gulped.

Even you knew better than to argue with him with that scathing glare. You slunk away and you felt his glare burning into the back of your head as you closed the office door behind you.

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Curled in on yourself, you waited. It seemed to drag on forever, the waiting. You just wanted them to come up and belt you and get it over with.

When the door opened, you dared to raise your gaze, finding the both of them coming in. Their jackets, vests, and ties were gone. The top buttons of their dress shirts were undone, apparently have relaxed before this. Tony must have called Steve to his office and relayed to him what had transpired between the two of you.

You were doing your best to try to keep your breasts hidden, your legs crossed to hide yourself as well.

Tony came to a stop in front of you and he held out two fingers, pulling your chin up to force you to look at him directly. His stare was cold.

“You really pissed me off earlier,” he informed you point blank.

“I’m sorry, sir.”

“I’m sure you are now. At the time, I know you meant every little ounce of venom you spat at me. And that I won’t abide. And neither will Steve. What goes on in one villa, goes on in the other. You will be well behaved in both.” When you did not say anything, his hand came to clench your jaw and you winced as he forced your mouth open as he mocked in a higher pitched voice, “’Yes, master. I understand’.”

“Yes, master, I understand,” you repeated, wincing against his tight grip.

“And we’ll make sure that sticks. We are in charge here,” Tony told you, letting go of your face and going to work on the rest of his buttons.

You had hardly noticed Steve had undressed himself to his briefs. You had been so focused on Tony’s imperious presence before you.

Steve was holding the panties you had thrown at Tony earlier. You felt sick as he told you, “Let me put these on you and don’t make it difficult.”

No. They were not going to beat you like you feared. They were going to do worse. Matilda came to mind being in Tony’s bed when you knew that was the last place she would have wanted to be and your eyes shot to the door before landing back on Steve who was coming close now.

Freeing himself from his boxers, Steve’s hand ran up and down his length. You cowered back, crawling back on the bed, tucking your feet to come onto your knees. You did not want to be in here. He smirked seeing your fight or flight kick in.

“Sweetpea, you know that’s not an option. Come back.” You tensed, shooting another quick look at the door. Steve’s expression melted from amusement to annoyance. “Now.”

You unfolded slowly, coming back to the end of the bed, your heart hammering. You had had sex before, but it had only been with the boy next door, the one you had thought once that you would marry before you had been brought here. Not like this. Sitting on the edge of the bed, you sat still as you could to let him slide them up and you allowed him to pull them all the way up. You spotted Tony still had the remote, a wicked grin on his face.

Steve was jutting out towards you, and you stared down at his length.

“Your hand,” Steve told you. “Wet it with your mouth.” You shakily did as he asked and he ordered, “More spit.” You did that as well. “Touch me.”

You felt humiliated but you did what he asked. He was thick and your hand slid up and down his length, wetting him with your spit. He moaned softly, his hips moving ever so slightly as you continued to stroke him off. The underwear vibrated and unlike before, they were not turning off. Tony was not giving you any reprieve. You tried to adjust so the movement was not directly on your bud but no matter what you tried, it was right there, and some angles made it worse, causing you to shiver at the direct contact. You caught Tony’s eyes and he was watching with heightened arousal, his erection evident in his slacks.

Steve was leaking precum in no time and you were short of breath with the stimulation on your cunt. You had shot a look at Tony finding him naked now, working himself up at the scene before him. You were getting the panties so wet and you wondered if that was going to affect the toy.

It reached a moment when Steve had had enough of just your hand. He stopped your movement and tossed your hand aside. You leaned back as he towered, his hands snatching at the sides of the panties and yanking them down your legs roughly, tossing them aside. You barely had time to react before he was picking you up in a fluid motion. You yelped at the airborne movement as he dragged you onto the bed with him. Steve laid down and pulled you in top of him, your hands planted by his head. His cock slid in with ease to your wet pussy, his lips sucking at your breasts.

The bed dipped with Tony’s added weight, and you heard him adjusting in between Steve’s legs, his hard cock brushing up against your tight ring. You realized fully what he was aiming for when his thumb met your ass and it was cold, covered in lube. You felt him squeeze some into you.

Having their way with you in your pussy was one thing but this was something else entirely, especially since Steve was already inside you. You had never had anal sex, let alone two men in you at once. This was their punishment.

Desperately, you begged, “Please don’t!”

Steve’s laugh was cruel. “‘Please don’t?’ Me? I’m not doing anything, darling. I’m just sitting here. Fully...seated... inside your tight cunt just enjoying it.”

You tried to look over your shoulder at Tony, “Master—"

But Steve grabbed your face and forced you to look back at him. “Relax…. Relax….” he breathed encouragingly. “You don’t want it to really hurt do you?”

There was no time for you to answer him as Tony started pressing in. It burned and you cried out. Steve was whispering in your ear to encourage you to relax, telling you to be a good girl. You choked on a cry, tears stinging as Tony continued to sink into your ass. You were so full.

“Aw, she’s crying, Tony.”

Tony sloppily kissed your temple, his hand tight on your throat. “Don’t cry, sweetheart. You’re doing so well! Taking it like the little whore we knew you are. Take your punishment… you’ll be loving it in no time.”

He pulled out slowly before pushing back in, keeping a slow steady pace. You breathed, trying to focus on the way it was subsiding to pleasure. You sniffled, hanging your head as he continued using you, Steve still waiting inside. You were sure their cocks were brushing each other in that thin membrane.

“Well-behaved now too. Just gotta fill her with cock to train her. Make her needy,” Steve rasped. “Tell us how much you like it, you little slut.”

It was an order. And you were just a rag doll between them right now; what other choice did you have but to comply?

You could not lie to yourself either, you were being stimulated to a whole new level.

“I love it,” you breathed shakily, a sharp whine escaping as you felt them both rocking in and out. They had a rhythm going, like they had done this before.

Steve continued with his dirty talk, “You want it? You wanna be fucked?”

“Yes, I want it. I wanna be fucked.”

Tony groaned at your declaration, slapping across your ass as you rocked between them. The reverberation sent a tremor through you, further stimulating you.

Steve bit roughly at your nipple and you yelped. His breath was hot as he growled, “You wanna be used like a perfect doll. Right? You wanna behave? Because if you don’t we won’t finish.”

Every nerve was on fire, and you were losing yourself to the feeling. No, they had to finish.

You nodded fervently, “I wanna behave. I wanna behave.”

“You know how lucky you are to be filled? What women would beg to be in your spot? You should be thanking us!”

“Thank you for filling me up,” you cried as Steve buried himself roughly. The shame of your pleading and groveling was overshadowed by every brush of their cocks inside you, pushing you towards the edge to come tumbling down.

They were working you like the doll Steve promised you were going to be. Your breath was short, and you were beginning to shake on your arms.

You heard Tony groan, “There you go, there you go. Fuck!”

“I got her Tony,” Steve grunted, holding you tight as broken cries left you. “I’ll hold you, sweetheart.” You trusted him in your delirious state and collapsed against him as your body gave way. You shouted, stuffing a fist into your mouth. Steve yanked your hand away and you cried out. “Let us hear what we’ve done to you, you naughty girl.”

Steve held you in place as Tony sped up, thrusting quick. You continued moaning with the heat tearing through you.

“You’re gonna take every fucking drop,” Tony husked. “Perfect little cumslut!”

He groaned animalistically, his cum emptying into your ass. You sighed relieved and buried your face into Steve’s collarbone. Tony slid out and you whined pathetically feeling him spill out onto your thighs.

“Almost done, doll. You’re taking your punishment perfectly, shaping up so well,” Steve kissed along the side of your face. “Tony, you did nothing to help me stalling myself with those hard thrusts of yours. Felt every rib of your dick, you bastard.” You heard Tony chuckling as Steve resumed his own thrusts. You whined, so sensitive but he whispered sweet nothings into your ear, and he was finishing soon, spilling his seed into your aching pussy. He gave a few more lazy thrusts before he picked you up and rolled over to drop you onto the bed.

You laid there exhausted, bare in the center of the bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to catch your breath.

Steve was pleased. “I love that gaped, cum filled look. Especially on her.”

They sounded a million miles away, you still drowning in what had just happened.

Tony came into your sights, and you turned your head towards him, exhaustion in your bones. “Gather yourself and then come join me in the shower. I’ll give you that before you come back out here and strip my bed to clean the sheets. Can’t keep you off your duties for too long, can we? I won’t be giving you special treatment no matter how well that perfect ass of yours just milked me.”

He turned before stopping and then he added, “By the way, I will not be sending you back to the Capitol building. If we have our say, you won’t be going home any time soon.”

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Hello again! I meant to send this days ago, but what do you headcanon the brothers and undateables favorite Disney movies to be? Just thought it might be cute!

Oh this is adorable!! Sorry for my inactivity here, I’ve been too tired lately to write on top of drawing ;u; but the second I saw this one I decided on Diavolo’s and had to write the rest. I haven’t watched any of these movies in a long time, and some of them I’ve never fully seen, so please excuse any inaccuracies ^^

Also now I can’t stop thinking about an Alice in Wonderland AU ;u;

Lucifer

Anastasia

- Its... pretty much solely because of the music, and because Lord Diavolo likes it so much. He finds the music enchanting enough that the rest of the movie becomes more tolerable than most.

- Also I know it isn’t Disney but I could see him finding Who Framed Roger Rabbit entertaining.

Mammon

Robin Hood

- I don’t actually know how to defend this choice. It’s more of a vibes thing.

- Potentially falsely relates to Robin Hood and the things he does. His values don’t quite align with what others believe in and Mammon relates to that in his own way. He feels like he’s cheering on the underdog, and when others do too it helps him feel supported.

- Soft bb, likes the romance aspect and that Robin Hood ends up with the girl he loves. “Where’s /my/ Maid Marian?”

Leviathan

Atlantis: The Lost Empire

- Loves the aesthetic of it all. When the monstrous leviathan is on screen he gets a bit offended but it makes him feel proud too that humans have noticed him enough to make cool monsters based off of him.

- He also admires Milo - he’s not the typical prince-like character, but he’s admired nonetheless and treated as the hero.

Satan

Beauty and the Beast or Princess and the Frog

- For the former, he likes Belle and her dedication to reading. Also really loves the Beast’s library - if he ever gets a castle of his own that’s the first thing he’d put in it. Might relate a small amount to the beast when he gets angry.

- For the latter, he’s obsessed with the darker themes and Dr Facilier. Thinks some of his “parlour tricks” would actually be entertaining to try on humans and see how they react. Was ready to throw hands at the sad part towards the end that I won’t spoil.

- For both, he’s a little soft for the stories - he likes the simplicity of it all, and the happy endings help him relax and tune out the world for a little bit.

Asmodeus

Cinderella

- Like in the event, he sees himself as being a fairy godmother as sorts. Really adores the dress transformation, and finds himself inspired by it - he already enjoys dressing people up and finding outfits that they look good in and enjoy wearing, and feels like he’s making Cinderella’s out of people.

Beelzebub

Sleeping Beauty or Alice in Wonderland

- He isn’t a big movie person - he prefers the snacks and such that go alongside watching movies. However, he likes Sleeping Beauty because Belphie likes it.

- Thinks Alice in Wonderland is very pretty and likes the feeling of escaping into a different world. He’s a homebody, someone entirely dedicated to his family, but he likes that Alice wants to go off and explore and have her own adventures - he gets to experience, through her, something that he’s unlikely to experience on his own nowadays.

Belphegor

Sleeping Beauty

- I feel like this one is self-explanatory. Girl gets to sleep for a long time, he really wishes that were him. Also soft for the idea of being kissed by his true love to wake him up.

- Chaotic boy also cheers Scar on in Lion King solely to annoy the other brothers. Gets a kick out of the more emotional brother’s reactions (primarily Mammon, being real)

Diavolo

Anastasia

- He doesn’t have much time for movies, but when he does, it becomes one he’s obsessed with after being introduced to it. The simplistic nature, the guaranteed happy ending. Also likes that Anastasia is a royal, and that she got to go off and have her adventures and discover herself.

- Lucifer will tolerate watching it with him because they both like the music so that’s always a bonus - he doesn’t have to sit and watch it alone, like he does with most of his work.

EDIT: I can’t stop thinking about Diavolo having a little music box that plays Once Upon a December and he has it on constantly and December becomes his favourite month ;u;

Barbatos

The Hunchback of Notre Dame

- This is a vibes thing again. I think he’d like Esmerelda and Quasimodo. Finds the darker themes to be interesting, and likes how developed the characters are.

- Also finds it to be entertaining that he enjoys something that is quite inappropriate, considering the religious themes in the film and its commentary on perceived sin, him being a demon and all.

Solomon

The Princess and the Frog

- Like Satan, he likes Dr Facilier. He’s not very invested in movies, but the twist on the original story and the ‘magic’ keep him interested enough to sit through this one when the occasion arises.

- If he’s in the mood for it, he’s going to try and mimic some of the spells whilst watching to scare the brothers.

Simeon

Simeon likes all of the classic Disney films - Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty, Snow White, The Little Mermaid, etc.

- The style is pretty, the music is enchanting, and there’s always a happy ending. He primarily writes about men himself, because his stories are about the brothers, and so he likes anything with a female lead as it truly feels like a break from his work.

- He also likes seeing what humans find entertaining, and likes the downtime he gets when he watches the movies with Luke or with the MC, or both.

- Soft spot for Mulan - she stands up and fights for her family and her people, whilst also defying them in the process? She reminds him of a certain someone. He’d never admit to this, though.

Luke

101 Dalmations

- He’ll never admit to it but he loves seeing all the dogs. He thinks it’s really cute. Needs Simeon around to watch it though because Cruella de Vil scares him sometimes ^^”

- Okay but imagine he has a nightmare and it’s Lucifer is Cruella de Vil’s coat threatening to take his hair or something to make a cloak out of. :C

#obey me headcanons #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me undateables #obey me brothers #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me simeon #obey me luke #obey me solomon #my writing #ask to tag

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The Tower: Family - 25

The Tower: Family An Avengers Fanfic

Series Masterlist PREVIOUS //

Pairing: Avengers x OFC, Bruce Banner x Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton x Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Tony Stark x Thor x Sam Wilson x OFC (Elly Cooper)

Word Count: 2175

Warnings: Pregnancy, Labor/childbirth, medical proceedures

Synopsis: With new powers, Thor now living on Earth full time, a wedding to plan, and Natasha and Wanda expecting, a lot is changing for Elly and her large and rather unconventional family. When Elise’s parents try to reestablish connections, Elly questions what being a family actually means.

Chapter 25: Sarah and Rose

As Wanda got closer and closer to her due date, we all started hovering around her in case she went into labor. I was by her side almost constantly, as was Natasha and Sam. The others seemed to take shifts, but we all went to bed at the same time in the same bed which hadn’t always been a given before. Everyone was a little worried that she’d go into labor early and that someone wouldn’t be here for it so they were staying pretty close by.

In the end, we were all worrying for nothing. She made it to thirty-seven weeks just fine and they decided to induce her.

Wanda wanted to go through a natural labor despite the advice that for twins it would be very difficult. She knew she’d most likely need some sort of intervention at some point, but she thought that given her new powers, she might be able to get through most of it without any. She was so into being pregnant, and so connected with it, she wanted that to be the case right until the end.

By the time we got to her induction date, our new nannies had been working for us for nearly a month. They hadn’t been super actively involved with the care of the kids yet. With the ten of us, things like baths, stories, and bedtime were covered. We had maids and cooks, so they didn’t have to clean up or feed them. They’d done a few drop-offs with Happy driving the car and they would help during the morning chaos to get them ready to go, but otherwise, they were mostly not needed and were just getting the feel of the household.

The first real taste of really having full responsibility for taking care of the kids was after breakfast on Wanda’s induction day when we kissed Riley and Pietro goodbye and went down to the medical ward with Wanda.

They’d designed a delivery room just for the three of us because Wanda had very specific things she wanted there, but Tony was adamant that we all get the best medical equipment too. The room had all the medical things needed in case of an emergency. The bed, while you couldn’t tell it to look at it, was an adjustable hospital bed. The functionality of it was hidden in dark purple linen and soft pillows. The whole room could be lit up in harsh hospital lighting, but with the flick of a switch, the room was lit in low soft lights that were placed in sconces on one side of the room. The walls were painted in mint green, with a burgundy feature wall on one side. There was a large clover-shaped bathtub in one corner of the room. A sitting area with couches that would fit all of us. A spot to do yoga or meditation with yoga mats and exercise balls, and around the room were scented candles we could light. Music that Wanda had selected was being piped through the speakers and there was a large screen TV if she wanted to watch anything. All the rest of the medical equipment was hidden behind a secret wall.

It had to be opened up, to begin with, because of the induction process, and Wanda waited impatiently on the bed, strapped up to a fetal heart rate monitor until she was told she was allowed to get up and walk around.

“Just a little white longer, záĭka,” Natasha soothed, running her fingers through Wanda’s hair as Wanda flinched with a contraction.

“I know I should relax while they are still mild,” Wanda reasoned. “But I hate this equipment around me.”

“We’ll get rid of it as soon as we can and you can try the meditation thing you wanted to do,” I said. “But I’m not getting on the floor with you.”

Wanda giggled. “I’m much more pregnant than you are.”

“Clearly,” I teased. “But you have flying powers. I just get to know when you’re in pain.”

“I’ll get on the floor with you,” Sam said. “Don’t worry.”

“And I’ll go through the meditation script we’ve been practicing,” Bucky added.

Tony was pacing up and down by the door, and he poked his head out to see where the doctor was. “Oh good, there you are,” he said, holding the door open and letting Doctor Schroeder in.

She chuckled. “You better not get my patient all wound up, Mister Stark,” she said as she passed him and approached Wanda.

“Yeah, Tony,” Bruce said, patting the couch next to him. “Come and sit down.”

Tony went and sat next to Bruce, who pulled him close with his large hand. Tony couldn’t quite keep still even with that extra comfort. His foot kept tapping on the linoleum floor.

“Okay,” Doctor Schroeder said, looking Wanda over and checking how far she was dilated. “We can put all this away again. Everything looks good. I’m going to want to check on the twins again in a few hours, but we’re going to be in for a long haul. The nurses will keep checking on you and you can call me if you need me. Don’t be scared of using pain medication, Wanda. You aren’t cheating if you need something to help you through it.”

Wanda nodded as Doctor Schroeder removed the equipment from her. “I know,” she said.

“This is going to take a long time. Make sure you all take care of each other and try and relax as much as you can,” she said.

When everything was packed away Bucky offered Wanda his hand and helped her to her feet. “Do you want to try and meditate?”

“Yes, please,” she said. “Can someone dim the lights and light some candles?”

I went and lit the candles as FRIDAY dimmed the lights and Wanda took a seat on the ground with Bucky.

“Take a deep breath in. Focus on how the air fills your lungs…” Bucky began.

Doctor Schroeder hadn’t been kidding when she said we were in for the long haul. Wanda managed to meditate with Bucky for two hours until the doctor returned. She checked how far along she was and put the fetal heart rate monitor again.

Wanda had barely progressed, so she was left alone again and this time the guys all took turns massaging her back while she dozed. After another check-up, we took turns going to get lunch, while Wanda continued to try to sleep. It was another four hours before her contractions got to the point they were painful enough that she couldn’t nap through them. She got up and began using the exercise ball and Clint and Sam took turns doing stretches with her and providing someone to lean on during contractions. She tried doing yoga an hour later and then started pacing the room with Tony.

After thirteen hours of labor the contracts had gotten close together and painful to the point she wasn’t able to do anything while she was having them. She hopped into the bath with Thor. He would rub her back and hold a jet of water against it as she rested her head on the edge of the tub.

After sixteen hours she was waning. Doctor Schroeder would make her get out of the tub every few hours to check how things were progressing and she was starting to take these four or five-minute catnaps between contractions.

“I can’t do it,” she moaned as another hit while the babies were being monitored again.

“Do you want some drugs?” Tony asked. “She can have drugs right.”

“She’s passed the point where she can have an epidural, but she can take something else,” the doctor answered.

“No, no drugs,” Wanda whined. “I don’t want them.”

I patted her forehead with a damp cloth. “You’re not failing them if you need help, honey.”

“I know… I don’t want them though,” she said.

“Okay. It’s okay,” Doctor Shroeder soothed. “It shouldn’t be much longer now.”

Not much longer was two and a half more hours before she reached the transition period. Wanda was exhausted and crying and I could feel her distress passing through from her to me through the threat. “I can’t… I can’t do it. I was wrong.”

“Breathe, záĭka,” Natasha soothed. “You can do it. I know you can.”

“This is the last bit, Wanda,” Bruce said. “Those little girls will be in your arms soon.”

It lasted around half an hour and the nurses stayed with us until it was time to push when Doctor Schroeder was called in too.

“That’s a girl, Wanda,” Doctor Schoeder praised. “When you feel the urge, push down as hard as you can.”

I held one of her hands while Sam held the other and Clint dabbed her forehead with a damp cloth. She was pushing for half an hour until Doctor Schroeder took out the vacuum to help get the first little girl out. When her head was free, Wanda pushed as hard as she could and the rest of her joined us in a messy and noisy entrance.

“Here she is, Wanda,” Doctor Schroeder said, holding up the little girl. She was tiny with pale brown skin and a thatch of curly black hair on the top of her head.

“Look at her, Wanda,” I said. “She’s perfect.”

“Hello, Sarah,” Wanda murmured.

“Which one of you would like to cut the cord?” Doctor Schroeder asked as she clamped it.

“Let me,” Natasha said, stepping forward.

The cord was cut and she was whisked off for a moment to be cleaned up while Doctor Schroeder checked the position of Rose. “Aright, Wanda. She looks good. Right in line to come next. You can keep pushing when you’re ready.”

It seemed to take a moment before the next contraction hit and Wanda started pushing again. She was exhausted and her eyes had begun to flicker pink. It was twenty-three minutes before Rose entered the world. It took a moment for her to make any sound but when she did, it was a loud wailing.

“You did it, Wanda!” I praised leaning down and kissing her forehead. “Look at our daughter.”

“I did it,” she repeated softly, collapsing down on the pillows.

Sam went and cut the cord and as Rose was whisked away to be checked over, Sarah was brought back to us and placed on Wanda’s chest. “There you go, mommy,” the nurse said.

“Okay, Wanda,” Doctor Schroeder said. “I know you’re really tired, but you still need to deliver the placenta.”

She nodded slowly but wouldn’t take her eyes off Sarah. “I can do it.”

“It’s the easy part,” she assured her.

Wanda started to push again, but without the straining that she did with the babies. None of us were paying too much attention to that though. We were all looking at our daughter.

“Look at the little mark the vacuum made,” Clint said. “Poor little pickle.”

“Don’t worry about that,” one of the nurses said. “It’ll go away in no time.”

“Yeah, she’s here,” Steve said. “That’s the important part.”

As Doctor Schroeder took the placenta away the nurses weaved in and out of our group, fussing over Wanda and the babies. Wanda tried breastfeeding them, but she was extremely exhausted and it didn’t last long.

A nurse approached with some toast and juice for Wanda. “You must be starving now.”

She smiled and nodded slowly. “And tired.”

“Have something to eat, and moms and dads, quickly have a go holding the twins. They’re going to need to go into the incubator soon. Then we’ll take you to your room to sleep.”

“Me first,” I said, taking Rose from her.

“Hey!” Sam argued. “I helped make her.”

“You can hold Sarah,” I said and poked out my tongue at him.

He chuckled and picked the tiny little bundle up. “Hey there, little one,” he whispered.

“I cannot believe you did this with no drugs, Wanda,” I said. “You’re definitely a superhero.”

She shook her head. “I was scared,” she admitted. “With the amount people have messed with my head. I didn’t want to not feel in control.”

“The epidural doesn’t do that though,” I said.

“I know… but it’s a huge needle,” she said.

“Oh honey,” I said, leaning down and kissing the top of her head. “It’s all done now.”

“Yeah,” Clint said. “Now it’s just sleepless nights and diaper changes.”

“Alright, Elise, quit hogging that baby,” Natasha said, coming and taking Rose from me.

Wanda hummed and relaxed back into the pillow. “Hey, sweetheart,” Steve said to her gently. “Do you want me to help you to the shower? Then we’ll get you to your room.”

She nodded slowly and Steve helped her to her feet.

“Two down, two to go,” Bruce said, as Sam placed Sarah into his hand.

Natasha let out a strained laugh. “Let’s not hurry them along too fast, Bruce,” she said. “I’m in no rush to go through any of that.”

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sherrybaby14 · 4 years

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Prompt Challenge Masterlist

Marvel

Lust Royale by @oh-its-nova

Smut with Steve Rogers, where the reader just want sex all the time to the point that he is exhausted and she’s still insatiable and asking for more to the point where they almost doesn’t leave the bedroom anymore and everyone in the tower makes fun of them. maybe with some fluff at the end where Steve explains to her that he needs a break.

Change of Plans by @siren-kitten-his

Dark!Stucky where Bucky and Steve both intend to kidnap the same girl and only realize it when they arrive to do the kidnapping at the same time

Smoke Screen by @opheliadawnwalker3

Modern day Steve uses SHIELD technology to make himself appear pre serum and tiny and uses his gentlemanly guise to lure reader into liking him. Only to reveal his muscular form.

Record Break by @opalsandlacemain

Breeding with Sam Wilson

Uneasy Lies the Crown by @awesomerextyphoon

After dealing with Hela and the destruction of Asgard, Thor settles the remainder of his people on Arcadia instead of Earth. He slowly starts to crack under the weight of being king and an Avenger. Thor soon looks for a queen, and decides that you are the one…whether you want to or not.

Tardy by @readytowalkthestars

Dr. Strange uses his magical powers to his advantage.

Moonlighting by @blue-like-barnes

Tony or someone takes Steve to a sex shop and left him there to freak him out but instead he ends up f***ing the girl/boy behind the register’

Hindsight is 20/20 by @threeminutesoflife

Stalker!Steve finally gives up and the reader misses him so she starts stalking him and he likes it

Don’t Touch Thor’s Hammer by @angrythingstarlight

Don’t let Steve see you play with Thor’s hammer

Seeing Double by @allaboardthereadingrailroad

Steve takes you and he just seems really sweet and innocent at first and then at other times he almost seems like a completely different person

A Pirates Life by @bunkerbucky

A pirate!bucky x shy maid reader in which the readers friend is the adventurous princess that wants more outta life so she convinces reader to sneak away and they get caught up with pirates and bucky takes a liking to the reader and dubcon too please

Little Mix by @saiyanprincessswanie

Dark!Steve drugs the reader with sex pollen and has his way with her multiple times. Bucky finds out what Steve is doing and tries to convince him that it is wrong. But, once Steve shows Bucky how good the reader is during drugged sex he can’t help but have his way with her too

Jealous Sea by @thran-duils

Jealous dark!Tony smut with a reader who’s already in an established relationship. Get that Suit involved as a side too.

My Beautiful Annabel Lee by @cherienymphe

Half the town thinks Loki Laufeyson is a caring employer. The other half thinks he’s a murderer.

Anywhere by @sapphirescrolls

Steve looses control when drunk!reader throws herself at him

Elan Vital by @deboryanne

Bucky spanks you with his metal arm as a punishment

Savior by @lostinthoughts23

Dr. Strange knows that he must fuck the reader (because of time stone knowledge) or she will die, even though she is apprehensive to the idea.

On the Line by @tropicalcap

Early morning lovin’ turned into shenanigans with your best guy.

There’s No Saying Goodbye to me by @caffiend-queen

“Steve Rogers left you for another woman and then comes back. You won’t forgive him, but he won’t give up until you have.”

Karma is a Bitch by @sweetness47

After finally getting her freedom from mob life and putting her brother, James “Bucky” Barnes, behind bars with her testimony, a chance encounter with a wounded man puts everything she’s built for herself in jeopardy.

My Princess by @nekoannie-chan

What will Steve be able to do to have the person he loves with him?

A Compersive Nature by @mariessecretfantasies

For years you’ve hidden your identity, but without your suppressants, it begins to show itself at a most inopportune time. (DARK FIC)

All Tied Up by @ohwowreallycool

The reader ties Bucky up but Bucky, being super strong, just breaks through and is really angry.

Loves In The Little Things by @fanfictionaries

A little story following the progression of Steve and a musician falling in love. With a little added extra at the end!

Good Boy by @etherealwaifgoddess

You discover a new kink of Loki’s during sex

Things Said in the Dark by @impala-1979

Loki x reader based off. Beneath a Moonless Sky from Love Never Dies? (Reader is married to Thor.)

Beg by @gothgirlmahi

Established dom!reader x sub!Steve where she gets him to agree to pegging for the first time

Buttercup by @sophiria

Steve comes back for you

The Witcher

Somnium by @scribbles-and-dribbles

Geralt spending the night at an inn reader works at after killing a monster that had been terrorizing the town, and reader sneaks into his room at night to give him her own thanks but then gets frightened at how actually Violent and Strong he is and makes to leave, but he insists on following through

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johnkrrasinski · 4 years

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Chapter 5: Now I’m in Exile

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Pairings: Dark!Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 8,310

Summary: Steve Rogers; a Hollywood A-lister and your clandestine occasional hookup. Best friends since childhood, but people change and friendships fall out. Now you were merely strangers with benefits. What happens when one day you stopped being his doormat to be a better man’s queen? The selfish Steve Rogers would not like it. How far is he willing to go to get his favorite possession back?

Warnings: smut, non-con/dub-con, dark Steve (in later chapter), angst, Steve Rogers is an asshole in this one, no redeeming qualities. (MUST BE 18+)

A/N: this series is dedicated to the lovely @belovedcherry who commissioned this story and developed the concept. thank you for being a friend when i truly needed it. i’m really glad that you trusted me to write this story for you. with all my heart, i sincerely hope you like it. this series will be updated every day.

The calling tone reverberated in your hand as the beaming grin on your face mirrored on the screen. With every passing second, your anticipation grew. You couldn’t control your fidgeting so you took a deep breath and-

“Hey, boo!” Natasha’s voice modulated.

You lifted your right hand to the front camera’s level, revealing the rose golden Cartier wrapped finger as it glimmered under the light.

“Oh my God! Did he…?”

“Mhm,” you nodded. “I’m engaged, Nat!”

Natasha put a hand over her mouth, “holy shit! Girl, I’m so happy for you! Congratulations!” the gaiety on her face was palpable, you could feel it through the screen. There’s a reason why she and Wanda were the first people you passed the happy news to. After your parents of course.

“Thank you so much! I can’t believe it. Eight months ago, I thought I’d be single forever but here I am…”

“Yeah, things escalated quickly for you! Now you are someone’s fiancee and seven months pregnant. It’s mind-boggling,” she spoke like a proud sister. “I’m beyond happy for you. Really, I am.”

“I know this is probably too soon but, will you be my maid of honour, Nat?”

“You know damn well there’d be no wedding if you didn’t ask me to. Hell yeah, I will!”

“Ah, yes!” you hurrayed in excitement. “Alright, I’ll catch up to you later, okay? I gotta call Wanda too.”

“Do whatever you want boo, it’s your day.”

You hung up the phone and went through your contacts list, then clicked the phone number under Wanda’s name. The excitement bubbled up in your chest as you pictured the smile on her face when she sees the new lustrous thing on your finger.

Eight months earlier…

“Hey, y/n. It’s me, Adrian. It was a pleasure meeting you last night. How is the dress doing?”

“She is going for a dry cleaner. It was lovely to meet you too, except for the drink-spilling stain of course.”

“Sorry about that. But it got me your number and I would’ve done it again if that’s what it costs.”

You smiled down at your phone under the warm glow of the morning sunlight. “You showed me pictures of your dogs and cat so it’s a win-win situation for us both.” Wink emoji.

“Perhaps you and I could chat more about my dogs and my cat over a cup of coffee?”

“Will you promise you won’t spill the coffee on my shirt this time?”

“You have my word.”

“I’ll consider it, then.”

“Next Friday, at 7 PM. Write that down on your calendar.”

“I didn’t even say yes.”

He sent an adorable picture of his pomeranian dog looking up at him with pleading eyes. “How can you say no to this face?”

“Say no more. I’ll see you next Friday.”

Two weeks after the date.

You regurgitated your guts out in the toilet bowl and held up your hair, trying not to let the vomit splotch a strand of it. This was the third time you had to run to the loo to spew the queasiness in your body. You felt dizziness clouding your head. What the hell is wrong with your body? This had been a daily occurrence for the past one week.

You sat on the toilet lid after everything you swallowed earlier was out. You recollected every food that had made its way into your digestion the past couple of days… Did you eat something inedible? Perhaps that ice cream in your refrigerator had passed its expiration date, but you only bought it three days ago at the grocery store and you swore it could still last for two more months.

Maybe that shrimp that you ate at the Chinese restaurant with Adrian last night was stale. Ugh, you’re gonna need to talk to Adrian about this but you didn’t want to make a big deal out of it. Perhaps, it was just another sickness caused by an unknown bad food.

But you also retrospected the shift in your body for the past couple of weeks. Your period was late this month… It should’ve started three days ago, what is happening? Could it be…? Oh no, there’s no way. You and Adrian hadn’t even moved it to the bedroom yet, so that means… If you are, then… It must be… Steve’s.

Oh hell no.

You recalled, the last time you and Steve met up for your weekly (sometimes more) hookup appointment was the day after you and Adrian met up for a coffee, which was your very first date with him. You didn’t know there would be plenty more to come so you went to what you had planted your soles so deep in, which was Steve Rogers’s penthouse in the upper east.

He had you on top with your arse facing him because he enjoyed the view better than your face. You struggled to bounce yourself up and down on his massive size. He could be such a sluggard sometimes but a man like him would always get his way, and if he needed to fuck out some tension, then he’d use you as a masturbation aid for as long as he wanted.

His grip on your hips was ruthless, you knew it was going to cause some bruises tomorrow but you couldn’t care any less. Not when he was pulling you down this deep that you could feel him penetrating your womb. His grunts filled your ears with eroticism and you picked up your pace to help him reach his climax. You shut your eyes with your mouth hanging open as soft moans escaped through your lips. You clenched around him and you felt his cock throbbed, you knew it was coming. Literally. Your coil shattered just a few seconds before he released his seed deep inside you. He pulled out and went to the bathroom to clean himself up and left you rumpled on the couch.

He left to Atlanta the next day to shoot a new movie. Something about an organization reinforced by the Nazi during World War II, and how the Captain leads an elite combat unit to the battle against an organization called Hydra. You didn’t know that until you looked it up on the internet.

You hadn’t received another booty call for him ever since. He was probably sleeping with twenty-something-year-olds models in Atlanta though.

And you had made peace with the tragic reality you were stuck in. You had accepted the reality that you and Steve were like riding down a dead-end street. There was no making love on Sunday mornings and have brunch together afterwards. There was no settling down in a countryside house where your kids could run around barefoot on the front yard. There was no marriage vows and walking down the aisle in white for you.

But all that changed when you decided to take a pregnancy test and the result revealed that you were indeed pregnant. You took three more and the results were all the same. Fucking hell. What the hell are you going to do now?

You had to call Steve, right? He was the father after all. You couldn’t tell Adrian because he would despise you for sleeping with another man and possibly carrying his child and he probably would never want to talk to you anymore. He’d probably regret knowing you at all. And you didn’t want to send him away. You liked him, he was good for your heart and the more you explored him, the more mesmerized you become by his magnetic force.

You were distraught. You didn’t know what to do, you didn’t know whom to call, so you just sat there in the tenebrosity of your room, out of options and out of clue.

Eventually, you collected your nerves and you dialled Steve’s number. He didn’t answer. He told you once that he didn’t like being called unless he called you first so you never did, but this time, you had to speak to him. “Please, pick up…” you prayed while on the verge of breaking down completely.

You were directed to his voice mailbox.

“This is Steve Rogers and if I’m not picking up that probably means you shouldn’t be calling me.”

Beep. “Hey Steve, I’m really sorry for calling you this late but I really need to talk to you. Please, it’s urgent.”

Three hours later and there were still no callbacks. You had sent him twenty-eight text messages and his voice mailbox was full. If you waited one more goddamn second, you’d lose your mind. So you picked up your phone and bit the bullet and typed the words; “I’m pregnant and you are the father. Please call me back so we can talk about it.”

It was around 4.30 AM when you checked the time on your lock screen. You were fatigued; both physically and emotionally. You had to unwind from every quandary that impinged you today. It was a lot and you were at a complete loss, but you’ll figure it out tomorrow.

You didn’t sleep well that night, you kept waking up whilst it was still dark out, and you had to wake up at 7.30 tomorrow for work. You kept looking at the sleek device that was left unmuted on your bedside table in case Steve called back. He didn’t though. You only slept for an hour and you really wanted to take a day off but you’d lose your mind if you were left alone with your thoughts and no distraction. So you got out of bed, took a shower and prepared for work, with your thoughts filled with the future of this baby growing inside you and Steve. Why hasn’t he called back or even text at all? Does he really think so little of you?

The impulse to check your phone and call and text him every five minutes was adamantine. You tried to control the itch of sending him another text and voicemail but it failed until you read the words ‘not delivered’ in red under the last text message that you just sent. You tried to resend it over and over again and even tried to write a new message but it was the same result.

You moved to your call feature but after a single ring, you were diverted to voicemail. It took you a few seconds to realize that Steve had blocked you. You went to the last media to reach out to him and it was through his Instagram account. You didn’t even follow each other and you were certain that he received thousands of DMs and notifications every day from his obsessive fans. He had 39 million followers for God’s sakes, the hell is one message from you going to mean anything?

But you were despondent and you needed someone to go through this with, especially the father himself. You did it anyway without thinking twice and told him that you were pregnant and you needed to talk to him. You even sent a picture of those three pregnancy tests and attached it on your message. You couldn’t stop biting your lip and tapping your foot throughout the entire way to your work in the train. Man, were you really going to raise this child alone?

Three days later and still no signs of him attempting to return your messages. You had slowly accepted your fate that you were going to carry and raise this child alone. You still hadn’t told Adrian despite talking to him every day and it crushed your heart whenever you heard his elated tone. You could tell that he was really into you and he wanted to take this relationship further but sorrowfully, one way or another, you were going to have to tell him the secret growing in your belly and you were going to have to slaughter this exquisite potential. You wondered if the circumstances were different or you had met at another time or in another universe, would Adrian be the one you were meant to be with?

You made a promise to yourself that you were going to meet him tomorrow and tell him the truth. Delaying it wouldn’t make it any easier and it wouldn’t prevent the doom from happening. If anything, it would only elongate the hurt. So you picked up your phone after you cerebrated it on your mind and clicked on Adrian’s chat room; “meet me at the Drive Brew Cafe tomorrow? Got something I’d like to talk about.”

“Is it something really urgent or you’re just looking for an excuse to see me?” Wink emoji.

“Oh, stop flattering yourself. We really need to talk.”

“Usually, I’d ask a person the matter before I’d decide that it’s important enough for me to meet them in person but I’m giving you a pass.”

“Very generous of you. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Goodnight, y/n.”

You arrived ten minutes earlier than the time you both agreed to meet at. The cafe wasn’t too crowded, thank God, so you immediately ordered a cup of Machiatto for Adrian and a cup of hot chocolate to calm your nerves. After the barista called your name, you walked to the corner booth before anyone could occupy it first. You were going to need some privacy. You sat as your hands trembled from edginess. You couldn’t stop fidgeting and tapping your foot as the second passed by on the clock.

Exactly on 6.30 PM, a dashing brunet in a dark grey vest and rolled-up sleeves entered and you stood up to greet him. He just came home from work and man, it was impossible for him to ever look bad even for once, you were so lucky but life just kept finding a way to eliminate the people you cared about.

“Hey, you look good.” his British accent was thick. He kissed your cheek and embraced you with a warm smile.

“So do you. How was work?” You both sat on the opposite chairs of the booth.

“The ordinary. We had a meeting with a director of this historical film to get us to fund the project. How was yours?” The genuinely curious look on his face nearly changed your mind. Oh, how you wish you could hold on to this moment where you could still have him a little longer.

“Nothing new, just another day at work. This one’s for you by the way.” You didn’t know what more to say when your mind was cluttered so you stalled by passing over his drink.

“So, what’s so important that you needed to see me?”

“Adrian, you know, I really like you, right?” you took his hand in yours as you stared into his striking eyes. “And I’ll always be grateful that you were foolish enough to ruin my dress that night.”

He was perplexed. His eyebrows were furrowed. “As much as I enjoy your companion, I’m sure that you didn’t call me to meet you only to thank me for wrecking your dress, right?”

“Yeah, but um… I just, it’s been wonderful knowing you. And… Oh God, this is going a lot harder than I thought.”

He nodded. A dejected look on his face that you wished you could wipe out. “Let me save you the trouble… You are breaking up with me.” He didn’t say it as if he was guessing, he said it as if it was a declaration that he’d figured out before you could even formulate the words.

“Adrian… I’m pregnant. And you’re not the father, so don’t worry. I know when you first asked me out, this isn’t what you signed up for. So I’m setting you free. I’m sorry.”

You expected him to get up and walk out of the door, leaving you with your alienation but none of that was detected on his expression or his body language. “Who is the father?”

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

“Try me.”

“Adrian…”

“Don’t I at least deserve to know who my girlfriend is sleeping with before I even took her to my bed?”

Girlfriend. Huh. Well, that’s first.

“Steve Rogers.”

“Steve Rogers the actor?”

“Yes…”

He snickered. That drew a mystification out of you. “What’s so funny?”

“So you’re into the arsehole type.”

“…How do you know what kind of person he is?”

“The movie that we had a meeting about today? He’s going to star in it and I’ve met him a couple of times at some parties. Not the nicest guy, eh?”

“I don’t… I don’t know what to say.”

He sipped a bit of his coffee. “How did you get involved with a bloke like him?”

So you told him everything; the beginning of your friendship, the fallout, the moment he took your V-card in your dorm, and how years later, he still had you on a chokehold. He didn’t seem to mind one bit that the woman that he had been seeing had a history with someone. He’d dealt with much worse scenarios in his former dating lives. He wasn’t going to let other man’s neglected baby stand in the way of what could be something beautiful.

“I’m not walking away.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m staying. I like you and I know you feel the same way too. We are going to raise this baby together. No child deserves to grow up fatherless. I’m going to be its father.”

“Adrian, but…”

“No buts, we’ll get through this together. Now, let’s enjoy these tasty drinks before they get cold, yeah?”

So you nodded, too dumbstruck by the man before you. You drank your hot chocolate that was cooling down and let his presence soothe you better than the sweet drink on your tongue.

Steve went back to New York after spending nearly four months in Atlanta, shooting his movie. Man, he’d lost count on how many extras he had fucked in his hotel room but nothing felt as good as your pussy. He thought about your last text before he blocked you. You had claimed that you were pregnant with his baby. You must’ve lost your mind to think that he’d buy that shit.

So he picked up his phone, unblocked your number and pressed the call button. Three dial tones and a familiar voice answered. “Hello?”

“Hey baby, meet me at my place tonight.”

“Who is this?”

“Hillarious, y/n. I’m too fucking tired for jokes okay? Come here and suck my cock then maybe I’ll listen to your jokes.”

“Is this Steve Rogers?”

“Fuck yeah, it’s me, y/n. Who else do you think I am?”

A pause jammed the line. “I’m done, Steve.”

“What? The fuck do you mean you’re done?”

“I sent you thousands of texts and calls five months ago and you couldn’t even lift your fingers to answer.”

“I was in the middle of shooting, y/n. You know better than to call me while I’m working.”

“Oh, screw you, Steve. I’m pregnant and you didn’t even care? How much of an asshole can you be?”

“You were actually serious about that?”

“Of course you think I was joking. But don’t worry, it’s none of your concern now. We’re done. Don’t call me anymore.”

“Wait, wait! Y/N!” you cut off the line. “Ah shit.”

He tried to call five more times and you neglected every single one of them. In fact, you instantly blocked his number after the last phone call with him. You didn’t want to be associated with him anymore. You thought that Steve had forgotten about you since he blocked your number first so you never had to do it yourself. But of course, an entitled scoundrel such as he is would never stop taking and taking until you had nothing more to give.

It took you years of anguish, an unforeseen mishap and a beautiful stranger that ended up being the stupendous love you’d been looking for to open your eyes to the rotten core of Steve Roger’s heart. He ever only lusted for your flesh, he never gave a shit about you as a person.

You lived for the hope of it all, you cancelled plans just in case he’d call, and you never once suspected the pitfall, but you were no longer that foolish girl anymore. You had met a real man now and he led you to the path of love and happiness and Steve was no longer the most intrinsic thing on your mind.

Steve was going apeshit. He had never been rejected or denied before, he always had it so effortlessly. Especially by you. He thought he’d always have you by the palm of his hand, he thought whenever he asked you to jump, you’d always say “how high?”, he thought whenever you’d think about walking near to the door, you’d always turn around with a few sensual touches and sugarcoated words, but the renunciation that came out of your mouth sting like a bitch and he didn’t like his ego being trampled over.

He went to sleep later that night, dreaming about caressing you and kissing you as a lover would. Never once did he ever have such a dream about anyone before. Maybe he belonged to you more than he had realized all this time.

It was his fourth time this week of standing on the street of your apartment building after you returned his plenteous gifts that you certainly never even asked for or needed. Why would you? You could easily buy that necklace jewellery, that overpriced velvet dress, and those designer shoes with your own money. And even if you couldn't, your boyfriend could easily afford all those things for you too. But that motherfucker used his money to buy you shoddy gifts such as poorly designed accessories and tacky books and yet you happily accepted them? What a closefisted fool.

But who are we kidding? The sole reason why you didn’t accept those gifts is that you no longer cared about him. Those inducements didn’t work on you anymore. You were much happier with a better man now. What do you have to lose?

Rather than dwelling in self-pity and resentment, he hid in Range Rover in a black baseball cap and Tom Ford shades from the paparazzi and waited. Waited for her to come out. He had been religiously stalking every social media you had from another private account to track your activities. The last photo you posted on your Instagram was a picture of you and the scary college roommate of yours that he’d forgotten the name of. It was last Saturday.

“Always a delight to catch up with this one. Love you @natasharomanoff.”

under 281 likes and 32 comments. He scrolled through every single one of them and searched for any clue that might indicate your next move. Found one.

Wandamaximoff: “Don’t forget about me!! :(” so they are still friends apparently.

Natasharomanoff: “Same time next week? 💕”

“Absolutely,” you replied to the red-head.

Gotcha. He’ll be there.

So here he was, waiting for you to come out of that building to grab an Uber because he knew you weren’t so into driving. Except for that late-night rendevous of course, because he told you once that he’d hate for a single soul to know there was something going on between you and him. You were a secret and he’d like to keep it that way. Sooner or later, people are gonna talk and headlines are going to break the internet.

Two minutes later, you stepped out wearing a beige coloured cable knit cardigan and a grey jersey maxi dress underneath with a necklace around your neck. He couldn’t see it from this distance but the item had made a few appearances in some of your recent Instagram posts, and he already knew that you wore it wherever you go. It was an initial necklace of the letter ‘A’ in silver.

He hated the arising thought but he couldn’t help but think how ethereal you looked in your casual, maternal clothes. Perhaps even more than when you wore those petite dresses that always made you look uncomfortable whenever you wore them. You walked with grace and there’s this elegance that you just exuded without trying too hard. You could be wearing the most boring clothes or doing the most mundane things like looking down at your phone to text your Uber driver and you’d still look enchanting.

Man, how could he had been so blind all this time?

It shredded his heart even worse knowing that the growing fetus in your belly was his, but when that baby borns, another man would hold it instead of him and the kid would grow to learn that another man was its father instead of him. That motherfucker. He didn’t have any right in raising that baby. You were bearing his child. Not Adrian’s. You belonged to him. You always did. Fate had interlaced your paths long before you were given birth to this world. No one knew you better than him and vice versa. Not even that former roommate of yours or Wanda. Only him. He had to have you back. Whatever it takes.

He was so inflamed with debt and feebleness of his childhood that he turned into someone he used to loathe when he was younger. He strayed so far away from the path that his mom had paved for him to walk in and he wasted the one good thing in his life that kept him going when he had nothing. But he couldn’t turn back now, couldn’t cross out the mistakes that he did. The best he could do is make use of what he is capable of now and utilize it cleverly.

A scheme was formed in his head… He’d have you back in no time. One way or another.

Months went by and his patience emaciated. He had it all drawn out in his head but he had to be very careful. If he rushed or stepped on the wrong stone, he’d end up being decapitated and his career would burn to ashes. Especially with how the paparazzi and the media were always busting up his ass, like hunters with foxes. He couldn’t have that. He had worked too hard to see it all crumble beneath his feet.

He rejected all film projects and public appearances offered by his agent slash good friend, Sam Wilson. Sam was getting a little frustrated by Steve for being unreasonable. He was his most ambitious client, never one to say no to a good script and occasions that could advance his career and generate more profit for both of them.

But after he returned from Atlanta for his last movie, he had been shutting most people out. Sam was always his most trusted confidant, he was his agent, after all, it was his responsibility to make sure the client that earned him the most income was well in health and aptitude. But he was scratching his head trying to get Steve to open up to him.

Sick of Steve’s shortcoming, he called Steve and told him to come to the office.

“Fuck off, Sam. Why can’t you just talk on the phone?”

“Get your ass down here or I will come to your house myself.”

He groaned and hauled himself to Sam’s office, not in the mood for Sam’s garrulous nagging.

Steve knocked on Sam’s door and he saw Sam sitting in his usual black and white attire in his ergonomic chair. He had a frown on his face instead of his usual conceited womanizer charm. “What’s with the long face?” Sam asked.

“Nothing. I’m just worn out.”

“Cut the bullshit. Last time you got your ass to work was six months ago. What the hell is happening with you?”

“I just haven’t found any good script that interests me, Sam. And I told you, I needed a short break. I’ve been travelling nonstop for the past few years to shoot films and press tours, and now I just need to hit the pause button.”

“The Steve Rogers I know isn’t one to rest. He was power-hungry and always craved for more. You also rejected an Oscar potential role. Something’s going on and it’s deeper than just needing a break. C’mon, talk to me man. As a friend, not as your agent. Let me help you.”

It took him a few seconds to brace himself. He didn’t need to tell him the entire truth, he just had to ask Sam fora favour and then the Steve Rogers that made him millions would come back. “You know anyone who’s good at editing photos?”

“…What?” Sam was perplexed.

“Just let me know, Sam. You got any connections to editing experts? Hook me up.”

“What is fueling this?” Sam was bewildered. He looked at Steve like he had just grown two heads out of nowhere.

“Just trust me on this one, alright? You link me to a good editor and business will back as usual.”

“I know a guy.”

Your bachelorette party was fun. You, Natasha, Wanda and a few of your fellow colleagues were invited to the tea party at the garden of The Berkeley in London, which is the hometown of your fiance. You loved London and you always had such a good time whenever you paid it a visit with Adrian.

Now that the weekend was over, it was time to pick up little Nathan from your parents’ house. A beautiful baby boy was born three months ago and he was your parents’ joy. You never told them that the real father was the scrawny kid who used to lounge around on their couch every Wednesday afternoon when there was nothing much to do. Your parents loved Adrian as their own and it was all that mattered.

This baby is going to grow up with so much love from his parents and grandparents. From your chosen family who will become his aunties and uncles. He is going to be raised right in gentleness, affection, and sincerity. And it would never matter how he was conceived into this world in the first place.

You refused to leave this baby for more than five minutes but Wanda and Nat kept insisting that you needed some time for your own. One bachelorette party wouldn’t hurt. It’s only one weekend. Besides, your grandparents were obsessed with baby Nathan and they were going to take such good care of him while you were away, celebrating your single life with your girlfriends before you spend the rest of it with someone.

Now you were back home, you couldn’t wait to see your baby. You had been thinking about him endlessly in London and you missed holding him close to your chest. So you put on your coat and took your keys to drive to your parents’ house but you were stopped by a text message before you could open the door of your car.

“Enjoyed your bachelorette party?” An unknown number wrote.

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Who the hell is this?” your thumb typed and pressed the send button.

“You know me. Better than anyone, just like I know you too better than your fiance.”

Your heartbeat quickened. “Stop texting or I will call the police.”

But before you could hit the send button, a picture of your face popped on the screen. But what disarrayed your mind wasn’t your face, it was the body. You were stark naked with your knees on a mattress and your ears teared up, and your lips were wrapped around a shaft.

What. The. Fuck?

“Got plenty more.” the unknown number threatened.

Another picture of you lying on the same bed, except this time you were on your back so your tits were clear cut visible and your mouth was parted slightly like you were moaning. A hand was wrapped around your throat and yours were pinned above your head by another one.

You were frozen in place and the warm autumn air descended into zero degree celsius. Your breath hitched and tears started brimming in your eyes. Who could have these pictures of you?

“I’ve got many more if you’re curious just how much of a slut you can be.”

“Stop. What do you want?” your fingers trembled.

“Meet me at the New York State Pavillon tonight, at 11 PM. Alone. Bring your baby. If you dare to report this to the cops, I will send these pictures to your fiance and post them on every existing site on the internet.”

The words didn’t leave any room for argument or further questions. So you drove to your parents’ house to pick up Nathan for the last time ever.

Adrian was working late tonight. He told you over the phone that a big project was in the work and so he and his team had to stay a little longer in the office to get it done as soon as possible. You were a bit relieved because that means, you could save yourself from whatever was bound to happen when you arrive at the abandoned historical world fair.

“Don’t forget to drink water. I love you.” You reminded him.

You wrapped Nathan in a blanket to keep him warm and you placed him in the infant car seat next to you. Your mind couldn’t stop flashing back to those pictures. Who could you possibly have done so wrong that they thought exaction would be the most fitting comeuppance. It took about 35 minutes via Grand Central Parkway which was the fastest route so you took it. Your mind also couldn’t stop asking questions, so many questions… But most importantly, who could this person be? Could it be… No, no way. You knew him. That was the last thing he’d ever do. Not because he wasn’t a nefarious person but because the world was constantly throwing themselves at him, offering him dollars and women.

He had too much in his plate to look over to yours and wanted to steal what was in it too. After months of not a single contact made, he must’ve had forgotten about you right? C’mon. This is ridiculous. But if it’s not him, then who could it be?

You arrived at Flushing Meadows a half-hour later and then you texted the number. “I’m here. What do you want?” you kept Nathan inside, fearing that whoever the culprit is might hurt him. So you stayed inside as consternation overcame you.

A few minutes later he answered, “step out the car and bring the baby.”

“Don't hurt my baby, please. Take me, but let him return safely to his father.”

“He will. Now, do as I say or I will publish these pictures.”

You trembled. You unlocked the door of your car and stepped out of it deliberately holding Nathan to your chest. You were careful to keep him from crying. The crisp air sent shivers down your spine. You closed the door and waited. Your eyes roved to all over the desolated site. Until it landed on those familiar blue eyes that held more ice than the air.

“…Steve?”

The man you used to know was different now. His face that used to be clean-shaven was now covered in a glorious beard that made him indistinguishable. His dusty blonde hair was slightly longer and he dressed in dark clothes that amplified the sinister atmosphere circling him.

You held Nathan closer to you with one hand behind his head, trying to keep him quiet. “Don’t be like that, let me see my son.”

“No. He’s not yours.” You spat.

He scoffed. “Say whatever you want, sweetheart but it’s my blood running in his little veins. In fact, I think we can take a DNA test and send it to your fiance, how about that? Also, how is Mr and Mrs. Y/L/N?”

“Leave my parents alone, Steve.”

“Are you going to cut that attitude of yours or do we have to do this the hard way? Either way, I don’t mind.”

“I’ll be good. Just please, don’t involve my parents.”

“Good, I know the good girl I knew is still somewhere inside you. Now, drop your phone to the ground and smash it.”

“…What? No! How am I going to-”

He furrowed one eyebrow at you and you instantly understood the peril if you repudiated him once more.

You took out your phone from the pocket of your coat and dropped it to the ground. You stomped it with your foot until the screen was cracked, but Steve wasn’t satisfied enough with its damaged state so he stomped it harder than you did until it was smashed into two.

He led you to his Range Rover that he parked in an empty street and opened the backseat door and you slide into it with Nathan still tucked under your neck. Then he closed the door and walked to the driver’s seat and drove away to God knows where.

“Where are we going, Steve? Nathan needs to sleep. He can’t-”

“Quiet. He’ll be home soon.”

You didn’t dare to ask more questions. The vacancy in his eyes that were reflected on the rearview mirror was petrifying enough as it is. You sat and stared out the window and think about Adrian. Was he home yet? Did he try to call or text you? What would he do when he realizes you weren’t home? You couldn’t help but think that this morning was possibly the last time you’d ever see Adrian. God, you missed him already. You prayed to whatever God was listening that he would save you and your son soon.

Please Adrian, please do something. I love you.

The soft hum of the engine made your eyes feel droopy. You tried your best to stay awake but it was nearing midnight and the jet lag was still encompassing you so the fight in you to stay awake resolved. You gave in to the lethargy with Nathan dozing on your lap.

You were woken up by a shake on your shoulder and you found Steve standing on the open door. “Get up, we’re here.”

In your still languorous state, you got out of the car hugging Nathan close. “Where are?”

The sounds of crickets saturated the ambience as only the faint glow of the moon illuminated the trees around you. There was nobody around except you and Steve -and Nathan if a three months creature counts-. You put two and two together… Did Steve take you into the woods?

“Steve, what are we doing here?”

He didn’t meet your eye or answered you but instead, he walked toward what looked like a mid-century modern wooded oasis perched on a sloping site and set on stilts. The trees blended with the wood side exterior and wraparound decks. You had no idea whose house this belonged to but it was enchanting.

“Go ahead.”

You approached the resident that was incandescent with yellow lights, giving you a little peek to the furniture inside. You hoped whoever owned this property wasn’t sleeping yet, it was literally in the middle of the night, what the hell was Steve even doing taking you to a stranger’s house?

“Steve, I really don’t think this is a good idea…” as you stood freezing on the terrace. “Can we go back now? I really don’t want Adrian to worry.”

He fumbled with a key and unlocked the entrance. “Get in.”

Your eyes scanned the room to make sure there was no one around that might bust your ass tot he police for breaching before you stepped in. Your eyes peregrinated to every corner of the interior, relishing in the smell of oak and firewood.

He then took you for a quick tour to every section of the house without saying anything that would actually straighten your befuddlement. The decorations were full of vintage and antiques. “You like it?” Steve asked.

“I mean… it’s lovely for sure.”

“Good, then that means we won’t have to redecorate.”

“Wait, wait… What?”

“I bought this house for us, sweetheart. I knew you’d love the cozy design and it’s a perfect place for Nathan to grow up in.”

“Steve, what the hell are you talking about?”

“We’ll work things out. I’ll stay here with you for the rest of the weekend and I’ll only leave when I need to work. You won’t have to worry about anything else, I’ll take care of it.”

“God, you are crazier than I thought. I’m going home.”

He stopped you by blocking the entrance door and glared. “You’re not going anywhere, sweetheart.”

“Steve, get out of my way.”

“You are mine. That baby is my son, you hear me? This is where you belong.”

“I’m gonna call the cops.”

“With what? Your phone?” He derided. “You don’t even know where the hell we are.”

“Adrian’s gonna come looking for me.”

“No, he won’t. Because I’ve sent those pictures of you to him and to your boss, who is it? Tony Stark? And you don’t have any life to get back to. This is your life now.”

Your heart sunk. No, no, he can’t be. He promised he won’t if you did what he said, right?

“You’re lying…”

“I did. I sent it while you were snoozing in the car. Shit, I’d pay a million bucks to see the look on that asshole’s face when he realized just how much of a dirty slut his fiancee is… Well, ex-fiancee now.”

“Why would you- you promised you wouldn’t if I did what you asked me to.”

“Well, that agreement has changed,” he said it so nonchalantly as if he hadn’t just pulverized the life you had built for yourself, the happiness you had stacked on a shelf that took you years to collect; a great job, a loving boyfriend, an adorable baby.

You wanted to lash out, you wanted to smack him in the face but you were too wounded by what you just heard. If you returned to Adrian and your work tomorrow, would you still even have them? Would they even accept you at all? You knew better than trying to report a powerful man such as Steve Rogers to the cops, he could bribe them, he could get a qualified lawyer. He could also make you lose the battle you never wanted to be a part of even if you were the victim, he could easily paint you as the mentally unstable woman that wanted to blackmail him for money.

The media had never captured pictures of you sneaking out of Steve’s apartment. Steve never took you for a stroll in the park or Sunday brunch because that’s all you were; a secret. Steve never wanted to be seen with you and Steve never wanted to share you with the world for whatever reason. Steve didn’t mind being photographed by models and other film stars, but not you. And now, he wanted to keep you in this little vault or calaboose so that you’d never escape and the traces of your history would be erased forever from the world’s memory.

Because Steve Rogers was no longer the man you used to ride around the bicycle with during the summer or the scrawny romancer you used to know, but he was a selfish man, a man with enough ego and ego to completely metamorphosed himself into whatever he wanted to be, no matter how ruthless and perilous that person he is. And now here you were, a mere object for him to assert his powers on, and you knew it wasn’t because of his love for his son or for you, but simply because he always got his way. Always.

“Now you can stay here, accept your new life with me and raise Nathan together, or you can face the disgrace that your fiance and your boss see you as. You think he’s gonna let you come back to his house? You think your boss is gonna shrug it off and let you come back as if nothing happened? No. You’re dispensable, and one way or another, you’re gonna come back to me. Even if you don’t, I’ll find a way to make you.”

“Why me? You could have every other woman in the world… Why me, Steve?”

“Because you think that you can repudiate me… You can’t. You think you can take away control from me… You can’t,” he gritted. “Not a single person in the world can.”

The tears in your eyes fell the floor as your legs wobbled. “Now, let’s not keep our son awake any longer yeah? Put him to bed. And then… You can be the good housewife you were meant to be and perform your duties.”

So he led you to the nursery room and you put Nathan in the crib. You wanted to fight, you wanted to reach that door and run… Even if you don’t know where you were going, as long as you could escape from this maniac. But you knew better than running away to in the middle of nowhere at midnight, in the cold with your son. You also knew better than thinking that Steve wouldn’t do whatever he could to get you back under his feet… so what was the point in countering anymore? Men like Steve Rogers always wins.

After you put Nathan to sleep, he led you to the master bedroom and ordered you to strip. The routine revokes old memory. “Get on your knees,” he commanded as he sat on the edge of the bed, like a king waiting to be served.

You did as he says and stood between his spread legs. “Take off my pants.”

You unzipped it and pulled it down along with his briefs. “Good girl, now, open.”

You parted your lips, wide enough to fit him and circled your tongue around the tip. Just like you used to because he liked the buildup and you knew it better than anyone. He grabbed a fistful of your hair and tugged on it harshly then inched himself back deeper into your mouth. You hollowed your cheeks to accommodate his girth as he hit the back of your throat each time he went back in.

“Ah fuck, I’ve missed that sweet mouth of yours…” He picked up the pace and you looked up to him. His face contorted in pleasure while you were feeling anything but. You feel repulsed, you wanted to push him away but you couldn’t. He closed his eyes, relishing in the feel of your mouth around him and threw his head back.

He moaned as he controlled your movement faster, trying to get himself off. Your eyes teared up as you looked up at him, and his cock throbbed. He climaxed deep inside your mouth as he kept your head down so every drop that he had was spilled down your throat. He kept you there until he had no more to offer and then he pulled himself out. “Get on the bed, ass up, face down.”

You followed his command and waited until you could feel him kneeling behind you. “Just like old times, huh?” He chuckled. You could feel the tip of his cock nudging your clit and then he invaded your body through your entrance. “Shit, you’re still so fucking tight. Did that asshole ever fuck you at all?”

You didn’t answer but moaned instead as you could feel him stretching you like he used to. And no matter how many times he had fucked you, you never truly got used to it. Adrian’s face came in flashes; you recalled how he made love to you, how gentle he would be with you and how intimate your lovemaking session was, a stark contrast to how Steve would treat you. You also compared their sizes, Adrian was average compared to Steve. Whenever Steve entered you, it always felt like an intrusion, an unforeseen attack, rather than your fleshes weaving into one.

He retracted himself and then pushed back in brutally and you whined. He held onto your hips in a bruising grip, as he pounded into you because he was never one for a tender start; he only had wanted to get himself off and that was it. “Does he fuck you this good? Bet you think of my dick when he fucks you.”

Your body jolted every time he jerked himself forward and he groaned and grunted. He hammered into you relentlessly and incessantly, causing you to clench around him. The wetness made squelching noises as you could feel your impending orgasm approaching, forming a dam inside you that was ready to break any second now. He sped up and he screamed in pleasure as the coil inside you broke, you reached your peak at the same time and he buried himself deep inside you, spilling every drop that he had deep in your womb.

“Bet that British asshole doesn’t even make you cum, huh? And I know you always fake it to get him off you.” He sneered as he detached himself from you and got off the bed to clean himself off to the bathroom.

You laid there in the same position, feeling voidness creeping up your heart like you once were; unwanted and alone. Steve had stripped you of your pride, dignity and honour once and even after you managed to climb out of that pit, he found a way to drag you back down once more and locked you under.

And there was nothing else that you could do except accepting your fate as his perpetual prisoner, living under the corruption and unforgiving authority of Steve Rogers. You could only hope that once Nathan is grown enough, you could somehow sneak him out of this confinement to live a much better life and eschew himself from turning into the monster that his father is.

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angryschnauzer · 4 years

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Stuck - Steve Rogers edition

A/N: By popular request, and i thank everyone that messaged me and sent me asks if i would consider releasing a second edition of ‘Stuck’ but with a Marvel character, i give you ‘Stuck - Steve Rogers edition’. (You can read the Henry Cavill character ‘August Walker edition’ here.) In future i will consider dual-releases of more stories, where the narrative works for various fandoms. If there is any of my back catalogue you would like to see written as a different fandom, drop me an ask!

Summary: You are Steve Rogers maid, and when you are changing the sheets on his massive bed your hand gets stuck between the mattress and headboard. Upon finding you in that predicament Steve takes control of the situation, however it doesn’t mean you get unstuck any time soon. (Based on a pornhub video i saw at 2am a few nights ago)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female Maid Reader (no race or size described) Fandom; Chris Evans, Marvel, Captain America

Stuck

“Good afternoon Captain Rogers”

The giant of a man stood in front of you, recognition quickly passing over his face when he saw your uniform of black dress and simple black ballet flats;

“Oh yes, the maid. C’mon in”

You worked for a high security housekeeping company, strict controls and stringent background checks as you were contracted to the Avengers and the agents and staff that worked for Shield. You always worked on an ad-hoc basis, only visiting homes when clients or agents requested it. This was however the fourth time cleaning Captain Rogers apartment, always having to work around suitcases littering the halls and various weapons being cleaned and serviced on the kitchen table.

Holding your pail of cleaning supplies you waited as he shut the door, talking at you rather than to you;

“Okay so here’s what you need to do today; clean the bathroom and kitchen, vacuum the rugs throughout, change the bedding and leave in the laundry hamper”

You nodded;

“Sweeping throughout too sir?”

“No need, the Roomba does the smooth floors, it just can’t get onto the deep pile rugs” he hooked an earbud into one ear; “I’m going out for a run, I’ll be two hours”

Swallowing nervously you nodded, watching as he hooked the other earbud in and left without another word, leaving you staring at the white wood of the door after he’d closed it.

Captain Rogers both scared and excited you. A beast of a man, he was all muscle, and each time you had visited he had excused himself so not to be there whilst you were. The fact that he was always in a t-shirt two sizes too small on and running shorts that did nothing to hide any part of him had you stretching your concentration to its limits in order to get your job done and not drift off into a fantasy land that you saved for when you were curled up in your own bed.

Half an hour later you wiped your brow on the back of your arm. Captain Rogers bathroom had in fact been a nightmare, the man shed more hair than a fucking Golden Retriever. Washing your hands and glancing at your watch, you saw that you had fifteen minutes left of the two hours, taking a deep breath before grabbing the clean linens from the closet.

Captain Rogers bedroom was white. There was no personalisation, no trinkets. Slipping your ballet flats off you climbed onto the bed, mentally taking in the sheer size of it; it must be a super king if not larger. Your mind immediately went south, imagining him fucking on the bed, sprawled out as you straddle his face - you had always wondered what that beard felt like against your skin - and you ride his tongue, or him pile driving you into the mattress, his hard body pressing against every inch of you as he fills you.

“Well isn’t this a pretty sight…”

No. Please no. Oh god no. You screwed your eyes shut, the heat of embarrassment rising to your skin;

“I’m stuck” you whispered, letting out a yelp when you felt the bed dip behind you, feeling his hands gently resting on your hips;

“Unfortunate for you, maybe not so for me...”

Five minutes ago.

Steve sat in the small room, staring at the laptop screen in front of him. As ideas went, this was both his best and worst idea yet. Installing hidden security cameras in his apartment had been at first simply for security whilst he was away on missions, but he’d found a secondary use for it once Shield had recommended your employers as a maid service. He hadn’t been expecting someone as pretty as you, you had this look of innocence about you that made him just want to corrupt you and ruin you. He may be a bastard but he wasn’t a heathen, so instead of just turning on the charm offensive he had found an abandoned room in his apartment building and set up a small surveillance center. One with a chair, a laptop, a bottle of lube and a box of tissues.

Steve Rogers had just spent the last two hours edging himself as he watched you bend over in that knee length dress, adjusting camera angles to see up your skirt as you bent over. Steve Rogers was one step away from full on pervert. And he had no regrets at all.

“Captain!” you squeaked out in surprise; “You’re back… umm I’m stuck, my watch… I can’t get my wrist back through the gap between the headboard and the mattress”

“Oh… what a shame. Let me help…”

“Huh, well that didn’t work…”

Pushing himself up he knelt behind you, still pressing his hard-on against your ass as his hands gripped your hips and he tugged gently, however all he did was pull you back against his crotch;

“This fabric is slippery, hang on a second…”

“Excited, are we?”

“Please Captain…”

“Please what?” You moaned and his quiet chuckle filled the room; “You gotta say it”

“Please fuck me”

“Eager little thing, aren’t we?”

“Please Daddy…”

“Well, as you asked so nicely…”

“Such pretty tits. Next time you clean I want you in just your underwear so I can watch them swing. Might get you scrubbing the floors so I can see you bent over and ready for me”

“This ass is incredible. I can’t wait to fuck it”

You let out a tiny yelp at the idea of trying to fit his massive cock in your ass;

“Captain!”

“No… no…”

Steve wasn’t sure if he had ever cum that hard before, but the way your body gripped him so tight he was in no doubt that your pussy was the best he’d ever had - and he’d had a lot - and he knew without a doubt that he was not going to let anyone else ever come near it again.

Setting the empty glass on the side, he rubbed your back before attempting to fix your torn collar, finally giving up. He swiped a thumb across your cheek, wiping away the mascara tear stains;

“Next week you’ll need to be in your underwear and heels. Make sure the plug is well lubricated. I’ll have everything delivered to your address”

You went to object, to question how he would even know, but then realised… Shield… of course he knew. You pushed yourself to the edge of the bed, finding your shoes and slipping your feet in, standing on wobbly legs as he spoke again.

“Do as I ask and I’ll let you stay the night so I can fuck your other two holes as well”

Turning you nodded;

“Yes Captain”

“Oh, you can call me Daddy now, I did so like that little slip you made in the heat of the moment” he turned to leave the room before waving his finger at the pile of fresh linen still folded at the end of the bed; “Remember to finish up before you leave”

In the hallway Steve watched his phone. He could see that you’d received the notification of the tip. When he saw your action on the app he smiled and slid the phone back into his pocket, already planning your next visit.

PART 2 >>>

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buckyandberries · 4 years

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lonely together (1/3)

Summary: Y/N is too hung up on Bucky to see the Steve is the one for her.

Pairing: Steve x Female Reader

Warnings: swearing (like once and Nat said it so it basically doesn’t count)

Word Count: 1,155

please don’t copy my work, but feel free to reblog :)

Y/N sighed as she clutched her vodka martini, watching Bucky flirt between girls. It was New Year's Eve, inching closer to midnight, and she wanted tonight to be the night she told him how she felt, but it wasn't going well. She was too scared to just go up to him, so she dressed in this beautiful, form-fitting wine-colored dress that was attracting every guy but him.

She thought he hadn't even noticed she was there, but the truth is, every time she took a sip of her drink or had a brief conversation with someone, his eyes burned into her, she just didn't know.

"Hey, Bashful," Y/N turned, meeting the gaze of her co-worker and closest friend, Natasha.

"Hey, Nat, you look gorgeous," she smiled to her friend who rolled her eyes.

"Shut up, look at you!" she said, as Y/N sent her back a sad smile before her eyes flickered back to the brunette super-soldier for a moment. Nat sighed, placing a comforting hand on her forearm.

"He's been looking at you all night,"

"You're incorrect,"

"Am I, though?" she asked, Y/N taking a deep breath.

"I-- I don't know anymore," she said, taking a sip of her drink.

"You can't just give up, Y/N,"

"Well, I'm gonna anyway,"

"Alright, I won't stop you, but I'm gonna be your Maid of Honor once you screw your head back on properly," the red-head said, making her friend crack a smile.

"Nat! Bruce was looking for you, he's on the balcony," Y/N looked over to see Steve who instantly flashed her a charming smile.

"Alright, thanks Steve, see you guys later," and with that, it was just Y/N and Steve.

"Hey, Y/N, you look beautiful," he said sitting down next to her.

"Thank you, as do you look very handsome," she said, making his cheeks tint.

"Thanks," he said as they sat there together in comfortable silence. "I'm surprised you're alone-- I mean, not that it's a bad thing-- I mean, I was alone too--"

"Steve, it's fine," she said, placing her hand in his to calm his rambling. "Well, I'm not very good at love,"

"I get it," he said, sending her a shy smile. "I didn't have to do much the first and only time, but I lost her," his voice got quieter as he went on, making Y/N squeeze his hand.

"You'll find someone again, I promise," she said as his lips curved.

"I was kinda hoping that would happen tonight, and hopefully in 10 minutes," he said glancing at the huge plasma-screen TV that read 11:51 PM.

"Me too," she said, her eyes wandering over to the best friend of the guy she was talking to.

"He's an idiot," Steve mumbled, catching her off guard. "He lost his arm not his brain," he said, making the pair laugh.

At that moment, something clicked as their eyes met. They weren't sure what it was, but something felt different.

Up until everyone began counting-down, the two had talked about anything and everything, and more. They were seeing each other in a different light, making them rethink some things.

Y/N was so mesmerized by Bucky, that all this time she dismissed the amazing, kind soul that was Steve Rogers, and he was so busy and occupied with work that it never crossed his mind to find out about someone who was right in front of him.

As people began to chant, Steve grabbed Y/N's hand, leading her through the crowds of people. The numbers getting dangerously close to zero, they both gave each other a meaningful look, before they found themselves leaning in.

At this point, Bucky had left the fifth girl he had lingered in to go find Y/N, only to see her locking lips with his best friend. He angrily sighed, walking towards them.

As they pulled away, they found themselves smiling. "Happy New Year's, Y/N," he said wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her into a hug.

"Happy New Year's, Stevie," she said before pulling away. Steve looked behind her to see a weirdly neutral looking Bucky, presuming he had seen their encounter.

"Um, I was gonna walk you home but--" she turned, meeting Bucky's gaze. Her stomach immediately flipped.

"I'll meet you out front, I won't be too long," she said, him shooting her a comforting smile before leaving her.

"Hey, doll," she gulped, struggling to keep eye-contact with him. "Sorry I didn't see you all night, I was--"

"It's fine," she blurted out, interrupting him. "I get it. Steve was good company,"

"I see, anyways--"

"Um, he was just about to walk me home, so," she hesitantly grasped his shoulders, leaning in to hug him. "Happy New Year's, Bucky,"

She pecked his cheek as she pulled away, her hand lingering on his face as they stared at each other for a second.

"You too," he said, his voice lacing with disappointment before she let her hands fall to her sides. He almost whimpered from the loss of contact.

"Don't stay out too late," she said softly, chuckling before she turned around and walked away from him.

"Yeah, you fucked this one up hard, Barnes," he heard as he looked over to see Nat and Sam.

"I know," he said lowly, suddenly sobered up. "I know,"

As Y/N left the building, the cold latched onto her, causing her to shiver. "Well done for bringing a coat, L/N," she mumbled to herself.

"Y/N!" she heard Steve say, watching him rush over to her. "It's freezing, here," he said draping his jacket over her shoulders, before putting his arm out to her. She instantly snaked her arm around his, her other hand resting on his bicep.

"Thanks, we better start moving or it's gonna be Capsicle Volume 2," she muttered causing him to erupt with laughter. Her heart fluttered, making her bite her lip from this new feeling.

"You know, when the joke is executed well, it's funny,"

They admired the streets of New York silently, smiling at each other upon hearing music and laughter from other parties. Although she tried, all Y/N could think about was what Bucky would've said if she didn't interrupt him.

Steve immediately looked over to her, frowning as she absentmindedly sighed.

"You ok?" he asked, grasping the hand that rested on his arm.

"Yeah, I will be," she said sending him a small smile. "Thanks for tonight,"

"It's the least I could do, plus I enjoy being around you, Y/N,"

"Me too, Steve," she said, taking in the cool air. "Peggy would've been one lucky gal,"

"And Bucky messed up big time, I think he knows it too," he said as she sighed.

"Well, we can be lonely together,"

"I like the sound of that," he said as she smiled, resting her head on his shoulder.

PART 2

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marvella15 · 4 years

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Astaire & Rogers Rewatch Part 8: Carefree

• Ah Carefree. Another film with a lot of weird, extraneous crap in it that detracts from what we’re all actually here for: Astaire and Rogers together and dancing.

• Surprisingly, this odd movie has a song and dance I especially like, “Change Partners.” It also has the first on-screen romantic kiss between Astaire and Rogers. But we’ll get to that.

• Our character/actors: Dr. Tony Flagg (Fred Astaire), Amanda (Ginger Rogers), Stephen (Ralph Bellamy), Cora (Luella Gear)

• I’m not up on Ralph Bellamy’s filmography but in every movie I’ve ever seen him in, he’s the guy who loses the girl to the bigger male star.

• Now I’m no expert but it seems like if your fiancé breaks off your engagement three times, there might be some actual issues in your relationship. And I don’t think those issues boil down to just “the girl I like won’t marry me.”

• For the first time in one of these films, Astaire’s character isn’t a dancer or musician by profession. He’s a psychiatrist… who used to be a dancer. Gotta have some reason why he’s so dang elegant and talented.

Not a fan of his notes on a patient that indicate she’s a “typical pampered female” who doesn’t need a doctor but rather “a good spanking.”

Right after this, he describes Amanda, whom he hasn’t met, in very unflattering terms, including that she probably doesn’t have a brain. Here’s a diagnosis, Dr. Flagg. You’re a misogynist.

Already we can see some issues with Carefree. 1938 may have been a different time but nothing about Astaire’s character is charming, kind, or anything we’d want Rogers to be paired with.

• I do like that as usual Rogers’ character doesn’t stand for any crap. She doesn’t give one single eff about his questions or his attempts to chat with her and then she storms out.

• Astaire spent two weeks rehearsing the golf solo (aka "Since They Turned 'Loch Lomond' into Swing"), during which he did a thousand swings. The actual number took two and a half days to film.

Surely it helped that he was an avid golfer already. In addition to horse racing, it was one of his favorites hobbies.

It goes without saying that he hits a golf ball better in the midst of a dance than I could on a driving range.

It also probably goes without saying that the only reason Tony does this number is because his ego is insulted by Amanda.

• Rogers looks particularly fab in her shorts during the bicycle scenes.

• Amanda begins to warm up to Tony after seeing he has talents besides psychoanalysis and insulting women he hasn’t met. But she only truly starts to like him after he makes an idiot of himself by crashing his bike into a bush.

• Cora thinks that Tony sent her a gigolo?? And she’s totally on board with it?? And she drinks something this random man (who we know is Tony’s assistant) hands her???

• “I Used to be Color Blind” has a lot of potential that it doesn’t live up to imo. As you might guess by the song and the way the scene is filmed, this sequence was supposed to be in color. But, depending on who you ask, either the studio felt it was too expensive or the color tests looked horrible so it was scrapped. Either way, it’s a shame. Audiences had to wait over ten years to see Astaire and Rogers dancing in color.

• I’m also not wild about the slow motion, which seems a bit goofy. However, it does let us better appreciate the talent and mastery of Astaire and Rogers. For example, when he lifts her in a spin, her feet don’t touch the ground again for a while and they both make it seem effortless.

• Soooo the Kiss. I know I’ve been banging the kiss kiss kiss drum for a few movies now. But this almost isn’t that satisfying? Now, I would say that this could’ve been intentional on Astaire’s part since he (and maybe his wife?) was the one opposed to any on-screen clinches and preferred the romance and intimacy to be in the dances. But, Astaire wasn’t comfortable with even this finished product, according to both his account and Rogers’. The slow-motion made what was really just a peck on the lips seem like much more, which he felt made up for all of the kisses he hadn’t given her in their previous films. So it seems unlikely he had any hand in intentionally making it unsatisfying.

More likely, it’s that of all of the scenes, songs, dances, and movies for a kiss to happen, this isn’t the one I would’ve picked. A peck on the lips during “The Continental” would’ve been perfect, or a delicate kiss after “Cheek to Cheek” or a passionate one after “Never Gonna Dance.” Just a few places I wish we’d seen a kiss rather than (or in addition to) here.

All of that said, I will say that there’s something very fitting that in the scene Rogers is the one to lean up and kiss him rather than him being the proactive one. That’s very fitting for their off-screen dynamic too where he was far more shy and reserved. And I do like that it’s clearly an intimate kiss, as evidenced by the way she wraps her arms around his back.

• Two years before she would win her historic Oscar, Hattie McDaniel appears in Carefree in an uncredited role as a maid.

• When Amanda next meets with Tony, she is conflicted about telling him about her dream where she was very clearly in love with him and not boring old Steve. Her sweater conveys her struggle. It has arrows piercing an embroidered heart over her actual heart.

• Amanda’s invented dream is insane but who hasn’t made up ridiculous excuses to stay around their crush? But kids, don’t go so far as being put under anesthesia.

• The whole period where Amanda is still drugged and acting weird is absolutely something I typically skip, even though Rogers does a good job with the slapstick.

• “The Yam” harkens back to previous numbers like “The Piccolino” or “The Continental.” Even though it feels almost a bit outdated at this point, it’s a fun, upbeat number in an otherwise somewhat dull film.

• I like that Astaire drops the acting after a few seconds. He’s just himself for most of this dance and looks like he’s having the most fun he has at any point in this movie. Rogers is also all smiles and looks marvelous.

• I also like that they dance around so much of the lodge and use much of the scenery as part of the number.

• Some fun lyrics:

“I didn’t come to do the Charleston” - Rogers got her start in entertainment by winning a Charleston contest when she was 14.

“I didn’t come to ball the jack” - Five years later, Judy Garland will perform a superb number called “Ballin’ the Jack” in For Me and My Gal with a promising new musical star: Gene Kelly.

• Gotta give it up for the EIGHT times they do the move where his leg is up on the table and she leaps over it.

• She is undoubtedly whispering something to him when they start to slow dance.

• Rogers is a really wonderful actress. She does a stellar job when Amanda tells Tony she’s actually in love with him.

• Look, I get that Tony’s trying to find a way out of a situation wherein his friend’s fiancé has fallen in love with him and plans to break it off with his friend, but telling Amanda she’s imagining her feelings is pretty crappy of him. Hypnotizing her so she’ll hate him and marry Steve instead is pretty stupid.

But once again, Rogers does a fab job in this scene. Hypnotized or not, she’s obviously devastated and cries even while pretending to be in a trance.

• “Kiss her, you dope!” is what I’ve been saying for seven movies.

• Some light gun violence humor here in 1938.

• I assume it’s an in-joke that the judge’s last name is Travers, which was the last name of Astaire’s character in Gay Divorcee.

• We already knew Steve was hapless trash but refusing to allow Amanda to choose her own future and instead leaving her hypnotized and getting a restraining order against his friend to prevent Tony and Amanda from ever getting together is a new low.

• Unsurprisingly, the most enduring song from this film is “Change Partners,” which was nominated for an Oscar. It’s also one of my favorites and frequently gets stuck in my head.

• At least Steve’s stupidity is used against him. Tony literally sings exactly what he’s going to do (“I’ll tell the waiter to tell him he’s wanted on the telephone”) and yet Steve still falls for it.

• For the third(?) time in this film, Rogers must pretend to be in a trance, this time dancing to Astaire’s hypnotic hands. But not long in, she clearly breaks through a bit because she becomes more of a participant. She grabs his hand when it’s on her waist and melts into his arms when they embrace.

• “Change Partners” as a dance is incredibly intimate. That’s not so unusual for Astaire and Rogers’ romantic duets but it’s a tad unusual in this particular film where, despite that kiss, they’ve hardly had any romantic interactions. And yet in this dance, they are frequently very close together, his lips hover near hers more than once, and it’s all very slow. In fact, they very nearly kiss a few times. To me it’s further proof that as long-awaited as the earlier kiss was, there were and are better places for it, such as right here.

• Amanda really gets a raw deal. Sure she gets to marry the man she actually loves. But in the process, she nearly shoots him and others, gets arrested, is subjected to a variety of psychological experiments, and then gets punched in the face on her wedding day.

• During this rewatch I’ve been surprised how much I’ve enjoyed certain films I don’t watch as much, like Gay Divorcee, but Carefree is pretty much how I remember it. Very little worth rewatching, except “The Yam” and “Change Partners.”

• Up next is the last RKO production Astaire and Rogers made and the end of their partnership… for now. It’s The Story of Vernon and Irene Castle.

#ginger rogers #fred astaire #carefree #classic hollywood #old hollywood #astaire and rogers rewatch

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My Almost Soulmate {Steve Rogers x Reader}

Request: Can I ask for 5 with steeb rogers?

Warnings: endgame spoilers (just in case you haven’t seen it), heartbreak at the end

Author’s Note: Thank you for the request, sunshine! Fun Fact, this dialogue prompt is a line from a poem I wrote. (Another fun fact: One part of this deleted itself twice! So I had to write the date section a total of three times. I think I have it memorized!) I hope you like it. Much love Xox Angel Baugh

I was madly in love with Steve Rogers. It was love at first sight; at least it was for me. If soulmates existed, I believed with my whole being that he was mine.

We first met at the tower. Tony had hired me as an assistant, and was introducing me to the team. I had excused myself to the restroom when Steve arrived. When I entered back into the room, I quite literally ran into the blond super-soldier.

“Oh my gosh. I am so sorry,” I stumbled over my words as I apologized profusely. “Are you okay?” A deep laugh brought my gaze up to the prettiest face I’d ever laid eyes on. I’m sure he heard the squeak that left my mouth.

“It’s okay, doll. I should have looked where I was going.” Oh god. Did he just call me doll?

“Fuck me.” I couldn’t keep the words in. My face began to heat up as the embarrassment washed over me. His smirk sent butterflies fluttering in my stomach.

“Y/N! You met the old man, I see,” Tony spoke as he found us, “What did I miss?” You stared at Steve, wide-eyed and silently begging him to keep his mouth shut. He sent me a wink that caused me to groan inwardly.

“Y/N just ran into me, but it’s no big deal. She apologized to make up for it.”

I must have left a lasting impression on the poor guy, because I had managed to seduce him into asking me on a date. That was the first time I’d ever seen Steve flustered. A light dusting of pink covered his cheeks. I had, of course, said yes. How could I say no to Captain America?

The date started at a nice restaurant. We passed banter back and forth as we ate. Steve told me about his childhood. Sure, I had learned about him in History class, but it was so much more interesting learning it from him. We shared embarrassing stories as we walked to the movie theater. I couldn’t remember the name of the film to save my life, but I do remember practically jumping into his lap when a scary scene played on the large screen.

“I had a really good time tonight,” Steve spoke as he walked me to my front door. I held my cardigan in my hands. He stuffed his hands in his pockets nervously. “I’d love to do it again sometime soon.”

“Maybe we could meet up for some coffee one morning this week,” I suggested, biting my lip. The small action claimed his attention. He licked his lips as his gaze drifted to mine.

“That-That sounds perfect,” he mumbled. A few moments passed before he finally asked the question I’d been waiting to hear. “Can I kiss you?”

A nod was all it took for him to connect our lips. His hands cupped my cheeks while my arms wrapped around his waist. The cool night air nipped at our faces. Sparks shot through my spine at his touch. We pulled away flustered.

“I’ll see you at the tower tomorrow,” I whispered, seemingly dazed. He grinned at me. “Goodnight, Steve.”

“Goodnight, darling. I’ll see you then.” One quick peck on the cheek and we parted to go our separate ways.

Our relationship started slowly. After three more dates, I asked Steve to be my boyfriend. We became closer together as weeks and then months passed. We moved in together after a year together. The house was small but still big enough for us. Soon after that purchase, we got a dog. The irish setter was our child. Sam came over more often than he was invited to play with the dog. He spent many nights in our guest room. We got engaged after three years of being together.

My phone rang as I talked with Pepper. The team was due to arrive from a mission that day and we waited for our boys together.

Tony didn’t give me time to talk when I answered the call, “Hey, kid. We just landed. Your old man got hit and he’s not doing too good. He’s going to be okay. Meet us at the med bay.” He hung up without waiting for a response. I looked at Pepper.

“They’re home,” I croaked out, “but Steve’s hurt.”

When I entered the room, Steve was laying down with an IV hooked up to him. His face looked as if it had been drained of color. Tears pricked my eyes as I sat next to him.

“Oh. Hi, Y/N. I missed you.” His lazy smile brought a quiet chuckle out of me. “I got a boo-boo.”

“I see,” I sniffled. “I thought you were supposed to be invincible to this kind of stuff?”

“I am! But the bad guys got the good stuff. But don’t you worry, I beat them up real good!” His words slurred together as he spoke. The medicine being given to him was causing him to become delirious.

“I’m proud of you, babe,” I grabbed his hand in mine and kissed his knuckles gently.

“Why are you crying? Don’t cry, my love. How am I supposed to propose to you tonight if you are sad?” I halted my actions at his words.

His head lolled to the side before shooting back up. He had sobered up just enough to realize what he had said. I knew this was coming, Bucky is a terrible liar, but I hadn’t expected it to happen so soon.

“Oops. I didn’t mean to say that. Unless you’re okay with that. Will you marry me, Y/N? This is really bad timing, but I’m so madly in love with you. You’re amazing. You’re so smart and talented and pretty. Not to mention your fat a-” I cut off his rambling with a kiss.

“I’d love to marry you.”

The wedding was simple. The team were the only people invited. No best-man was appointed, due to Bucky and Sam’s subtle rivalry, and I had no maid of honor. It was perfect for us. We were perfect together.

I wish I could say that things ended with a Happy Ever After, but it didn’t. The war against Thanos ended with Tony’s funeral. It was easily the hardest day of my life. After the service ended, Steve had to jump back in time to return the stones. He left. He left to finish saving the world for the last time.

The last thing I expected was for him to stay. He was given the chance to stay with her and he took it. He chose Peggy over me. I came second to him in those fleeting moments. In the long run, I meant nothing to him. Just a stepping stone in the path back to her. Everything had been a lie.

He was my almost soulmate.

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers imagine #Steve Rogers #captain america x reader #captain america #tony stark #Iron Man #Bucky Barnes #sam wilson #marvel #Avengers #The Avengers

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Maid to the Rescue - A KBTBB Fanfic

I have not posted in a looong time, but miss it! I will be going back, fixing some of my older posts (fix my writing, lol) I’m still not a great writer and being a teacher takes a lot of work, but this is a nice escape from the world every once in a while. This is for one of the awesome people that have read my stuff and liked it (a thousand thank yous!)

This story is developing and this is the first part. I don’t own the rights to Kissed by the Baddest Bidder, Voltage does. This is a fanfic for fun!

It has been a year since that fateful day in the lobby. God, my life was so different back then. I was always at the beck and call of “the boys” as I called them. My saviors as well as my proverbial pains in the rear. There are times I miss them, and others when I wish we could have all met under different circumstances.

You see, more than a year ago I use to be a maid at a famous hotel called the Tres Spades. A hotspot in Tokyo and one of the many business ventures of my former supposed boyfriend, Eisuke Ichinomiya.

My life was put in danger more times than what I would’ve liked during our pretend relationship; a situation that also opened up backlash from some of the employees at the hotel. Eisuke decided he didn’t want to see me suffer and thus ended our affair in grand-fashion in front of the staff and clients. This gesture alone successfully put an end to relentless bullying in less than a few seconds.

Even though I completely understood the situation and told myself countless of times that I was fine, it still hurt. Eisuke and I had gotten close during our time together and even felt like barriers he had put up were beginning to cease. But enough was enough, I was tired of being labeled “plain,” “stupid,” and other things by people. I wanted to feel like a person of worth that could stand on her own two feet. I took Eisuke’s breakup announcement as my chance to run and do what I have always neglected to do, self-care and growth.

That day, I stood up my co-worker on a date, packed my bags with only my essential needs, emptied my savings jar and fled. I tried to be smart about it, ditched my identity, left the money Eisuke had deposited in account untouched, destroyed my phone, you name it. I knew the boys would eventually seek me out, but I needed time.

I had made a friend through Chisato who helped me create a new identity and assisted me with finding a small place to live in that was well hidden. Eventually, Gage, as he called himself, had me join a few of his friends. Together we formed a small “gang” of sorts. Our activities may have not always been on the legal side of things, but they are just and necessary.

We have become a family and enjoy working with each other, but I know that eventually I have to go back to my old life and start anew. I’m no longer that shy girl who followed others blindly and gave up so much of herself. I’m strong, in fact, I always was; I just never could find the time to build my confidence. Those days are gone and I’m ready for what I must face.

I wipe the sweat off my brow as I wait on top of this old, dilapidated roof and stare at my computer screen. Enough reminiscing, time for action. “Siren! It’s time!” I hear the command through my earpiece and enter a code in the computer. “Entered, security systems are down, including firewall. Lucy, begin download.” I give the command and hear “roger!” from my friend Lucy. A beeping sound goes off on my computer 2 minutes later and I know our time is up. “Alright everyone, it’s 2:00 a.m. and as planned they have caught on. My location has been made, initiating cleanup sequence, let’s roll!”

I pull a tab on my computer that I had installed to a small little bomb, which I had put together and crafted into my laptop’s hard drive earlier in the day. My 20 second countdown begins as I reconnect my harness to the rope and slide down to another rooftop across the way. I enter the stairs through the roof access and quickly make my way down. Through the windows of the stairwell. I can see dark figures running towards the building I just had been in. Goodbye jerks! I’m gone and out of sight.

I take dark alley ways and finally make it to my scooter and drive away. I’ve gotten so used to the adrenaline rush of it all that I don’t panic anymore. A few minutes later I make it to the warehouse with all the others.

“Siren! Great job girl! We got the assholes!” Gage comes up to me and high fives me as I dismount my scooter. I take off my helmet and breathe in the air, letting that wonderful feeling of accomplishment settle in.

“I can’t believe that we were able to pull it off this time! Did Lucy download all the files we needed?” I ask and Gage smiles widely, “that and more my friend. We found that the company has a connection to a crazy cult-like organization called AID. We will unleash the company’s doings to the media and let that fire start and take over. We have finally avenged Nyx!” He starts to do his little victory dance around my scooter as the rest of the gang shows up.

Nyx is a fellow member of ours that had been employed by a major corporation. She was great at her job and handled the accounting for her employer. Unfortunately, the corporation went under new leadership and things went awry quickly. Looking for a scapegoat, they shifted the blame on our friend that we refer to as “Nyx” and she was arrested and charged. Tonight, we took the information we needed to clear her name and set her free.

We all move to the day room area and take a beer in celebration relaxing on our old worn-out couch. “Siren, I think it’s time for you to also clear your name and face your destiny.” Gage whispers to me as he takes a seat next to me. Of course, the others pick up what we are talking about and quickly get excited. “Yes Siren! It’s time for you to conquer your love!” Lucy states happily. I laugh and throw a pillow at her from the couch. “I know, I know and I feel ready to go back and face it all; but remember, I must do it on my own."

We continue to talk about plans that we’ve all made since we got to the sanctuary. Gage is a computer programming specialist and professor in real life. He took us in, taught us everything we know about computers, hacking, etc. Some of us in the group specialize in other things and so we learned from each other how to fight (thanks to "Net”), weaponry (thanks to “Lucy), languages (thanks to "Nikia”) and the hotel industry/customer relations, thanks to yours truly.

We’ve kept our names a secret from each other in order to teach ourselves to protect our identities. Not once have we ever revealed our real names, except to the professor, Gage.

Each one of us had a rough patch in life and ended up here. Once we solve our past issues and restore our names, we move on with our lives with the promise to help others along the way. A “pay it forward” if you will.

After an hour of celebrating we begin to head out to go home and rest. Gage taps me on the shoulder and asks me to stay behind to talk. “Lisa, listen, it’s been a year for you already and I agree with the rest of the family, it’s time for you to face your past.” I had a feeling he wouldn’t let the topic slide. “I know Gage, and trust me, I’ve been working on it.” Gage smiles and motions for me to follow him to the kitchen area where he makes some coffee for the both of us. “I’m sure you have researched your friends plenty and have prepared."

"Yes, I sure have. With the information from tonight, not only do we have evidence to free Nyx, but I have evidence to help out one of my friends and expose some of the corruption in his workplace. I also have found some other information about my ‘ex’ that tells me there is danger up ahead.” Gage sits back and sighs. “Oh sweetheart, there’s so much going on with each one of those men. In fact, I just found out something…” he’s cut off by the sound of the ringer coming from my burner phone. I gasp and look at the professor. “Answer it, quickly!”

Chisato’s ID appears on the screen and I immediately pick up. “Siren! Listen to me please. They’re all gone. Eisuke, Mamo, Baba, Soryu and Ota. We all thought they were on a trip, but it’s been two days!” The news hit me like a cold shower. “Chisato, please, calm down. I’ll be there tomorrow afternoon. Take the chip out of that phone, break it and the phone and throw it away. Don’t worry.” The call ends abruptly and I take a deep breath and look at Gage.

“Told you Lisa, it’s time. Do you know who you are up against?” Without a doubt I do. I feel my blood rush and my fists tighten. “Gage, I can do it. The masked man, AID, many of these people that the guys have come up against have one person in common, the Prime Minister.” Gage smiles and leans forward holding my hands. “We’ll help you with the evidence to take him down. Your friends won’t see the connection because they’re dealing with the middle-man again.” “Gage, I don’t want to get any of you in trouble…” he pats my hands. “Lisa, you know we’ll be completely anonymous when releasing the information and helping you. We’ll all be worried about you going in to the line of fire, but you’re the most skilled in sneaking around and fighting. I know you can do this!” The professor stands up, gives me a kiss on the forehead and puts up our empty coffee cups.

“Gage, I can’t ever begin to pay you back for everything you’ve done for me. Thank you, thank you so incredibly much for taking me under your tutelage and helping me grow.” I bow to him and he laughs. “Lisa, you’ve helped many people while being in this group and this isn’t goodbye dear. I may be in my 50’s, but I’m not dying yet.” I laugh and attack him with a hug. “No one will die, I’ll make sure of it.”

He pats my back and releases me from the hug. “Okay sweetheart, go get some rest and get ready, tomorrow is another day!” ************************************ Back in Tokyo…. “Eisuke! Wake up, come on! Shake it off! Damn this shit!” Soryu curses as he struggles against his tight restraints. “S…Sor… what the fuck is going on?” States Baba as he begins to wake up from his drug induced stupor. “I don’t know, but it looks like we were all drugged at the party and here we are. Who the fuck could havd done this?”

“Maybe it was one of your gang rivals Sor” said Ota as he licked his dry lips and shook his head in an effort to re-stabilize his sight. “Not one of mine; this is not their typical ammo.” Rustling noises come from one of the corners of their dark enclosure. “Nah kid, at this stage, it could be either Baba or Eisuke’s enemies. What the actual fuck did they give us? My head is 'bout to rip the fuck open!” Groans come from the center of the room as Eisuke comes to. “What the fuck?” Soryu rolls his eyes, “we just established that part. Do you have any bad deals going on right now? Anything we should know?” Eisuke shakes his head and tries to re-moisturize his dry mouth. “The usual. Maybe that masked freak is at it again? Whoever it is, I wasn’t anticipating this, and usually I can see it a mile away. This is bigger.”

“For sure it wasn’t me. I’ve been in France for a month” said Baba. “Well, whoever the fuck it is, they have a flair for the dramatic. They should have just taken us out of the equation if they were able to get all of us.” stated Eisuke. The lights turned on and the mens’ eyes sting with the introduction of the harsh brightness. “So you are awake, perfect! I’ll notify the boss soon.” Said a man with a familiar voice as he entered the large warehouse area. The men re-adjust their sight and look upon their captor. “I called it! Masked dude it is!” said Ota. “Oh buddy, I’ve been nothing but a pawn in this and will continue to be to fulfill my boss’s every desire. Unfortunately, he’s been a busy body, so I will entertain you until he’s ready. Continue to enjoy your accommodations men, you’re here for the long haul.” The man laughs and quickly walks away leaving the bidders in their metal chairs with what seems to be mechanized handcuffs, the likes they had never seen before.

#kbtbb #kbtbbfanfic #eisuke #soryu #mamoru

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