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[navybrat817]

Wear Me Down

Pairing: Soft!Dark Ari Levinson x Female Reader, OMC x Female Reader Summary: You never wanted a soulmate, but fate brought Ari Levinson into your life. Word Count: Almost 6.9k (Yup! Sorry!) Warnings: Tagging Dubcon to be safe (please do not read if this upsets you!), explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, possessive behavior, manipulation, mind games, angst, porn with feels, soft!dark Ari Levinson (he's a warning!) A/N: For @stargazingfangirl18 's Siri's 5k Soft Dark Challenge (quote: "I can't stop thinking about you.") and @sweetlyscared 's Sweet Lee's Sad 1k Challenge (quote: "Do you love him?"). Congrats, lovelies!!! This is my twist on soulmates and I hope everyone enjoys. ❤️ Beta read by the wonderful @tuiccim , but any and all mistakes are my own. Moodboard by yours truly. Divider by the beautiful @firefly-graphics​. Comments, likes, reblogs and asks are appreciated. ❤️

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Soulmates. Two separate beings condemned to spend their lives in search of each other. People yearned to find the other half of themselves. They prayed and begged for them. You weren’t one of those people.

You decided long ago that fate shouldn’t get to dictate who you were destined to be with. It didn’t seem right or natural. You didn’t need a stranger to complete you. Besides, what if your soulmate didn’t exist? Were you expected to be alone forever? And if they did exist, who was to say you would even like them? Let alone want to spend your life with them? 

Luke wasn’t your “fated” soulmate. You knew that the moment you met. There was no aura surrounding him. Your minds didn’t link the moment you touched. But it didn’t matter. You fell in love with him as a person. It was your choice because you were free to make your own path in life. And you were happy with how things were.

“Oh, my god,” Luke moaned, bringing you back to the moment. 

You smirked as you watched his eyes roll back. “That good, huh?”

“Good? It’s heaven,” he moaned again, licking his lips.

“Well, don’t hog it all,” you teased, reaching over to pull the dessert plate across the table. “I knew we should have ordered two.”

“You didn’t tell me it was that good,” he chuckled, trying to take the plate back as you smiled. “C’mon. One more bite!”

“No! You’ve had more than half.”

“Okay, okay. You win,” he said, holding his hands up in defeat as he gazed at you.

“Don’t do that.”

“Don’t do what?” he asked innocently.

“THAT. That puppy dog look,” you answered, taking a slow bite of the chocolate cake. 

“Should I switch to…” he trailed off as his head dropped, lifting it slowly with a pout. “The smolder?” 

You almost spit your bite out, covering your mouth as you tried not to laugh. “Not even close.”

One of the things you loved about Luke was his ability to make you laugh. He was against the idea of soulmates, too. He saw too many people rearrange their entire lives just to appease others. He also saw people tear themselves apart when they didn’t find their other half soon enough. It was heartbreaking to see people crumble into themselves and so quickly. Neither of you wanted that.

“Actually, you probably should finish it. I can’t have another bite,” you said as you slid the plate back his way, wiping your mouth with the napkin.

“The smolder did work,” he winked, stopping in mid-bite when you rubbed your arms. “Cold?”

“No, no. I’m fine,” you replied, your eyes darting around the restaurant. It was a warm and cozy atmosphere, but you couldn’t shake the feeling in your gut that something suddenly felt wrong.

“Why don’t I pay the check and we can get going?” Luke offered, looking around for your waiter. 

“Yeah. Maybe I’m just anxious to get you home,” you smirked, trying to be playful. Judging by the raised eyebrow you got in response when he looked back at you, it fell flat.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” he asked, taking your hand. 

“I’m okay, Luke,” you assured him, trying to convince yourself as well. “I just want-”

“ARI! There you are!” a man across the room shouted, making a few heads turn. Including your own.

You stopped breathing when you saw the man, who you could only assume was Ari, begin to cross the room. If you had to describe an alpha male in look, it would have been him. The man exuded confidence and power, his muscles and large frame hardly contained under his clothing. The long, dark hair and beard only added to his allure. In fact, he was the most attractive man you had ever seen.

But that wasn’t what struck you. What got your attention was the glow around him. The red aura seemed to flicker as he got closer to you. Of course, it was red. Power. Passion. Love. It was him. Your soulmate. 

You turned your head away before he could make eye contact and slid further into your seat. You prayed he didn’t see you, but how could he miss you? And why was he here?! You went all this time without him.

“We need to go,” you whispered as Luke flagged down your waiter.

“We can go as soon as-”

“We need to go. NOW,” you hissed, bumping the table as you got up. “So much for not attracting attention,” you thought.

“Is everything alright, miss?” the waiter asked as you fumbled to grab your purse, your hand shaking.

“Babe?” Luke asked, already out of his seat.

“I’m fine. I’m fine. I just need some air, okay? I’ll wait outside,” you said quickly, grabbing your purse and bolting from the table.

You knew the moment Ari stopped walking, his head slowly turning toward your fleeing form. You made the mistake of glancing back, seeing his blue eyes flash as he looked at you. He looked as if he would follow before his friend stopped him. 

"I took the liberty of ordering you a scotch," you heard, thankful that you got the chance to slip outside.

The cold breeze hit your face as you stumbled outside, nearly losing your footing as you shivered. You concentrated on your breathing to steady yourself as you grabbed your keys. You debated getting in the driver seat as you got to the car before you decided on the passenger seat, too overwhelmed to drive. The car smelled like Luke's cologne and it only soothed you a bit.

You weren't sure how much time had passed when the driver door opened, making you jump. 

"Woah. It's just me," Luke gently said as he saw your face, getting in and taking the keys from your hand. "Babe, you're shaking."

"Let's just go. Please."

He didn't say anything as he buckled up and started the car. You looked in the mirror when he backed out of the parking space and drove away, holding your breath until the restaurant faded from your vision.

"It was him."

"It was who?"

"It was him," you said again, refusing to say the word. Because that man wasn't… He couldn’t be. "Please, don't make me say it."

"Wait. Him? Your soulmate?" Luke asked, his grip tightening on the steering wheel. 

"Yes. I saw his aura," you answered. "But it's okay. Maybe he didn't notice mine."

"I doubt that," he muttered, glancing in the rearview mirror. 

"He didn't follow me out," you assured him with more confidence than you felt. You didn't want him to be upset or worried. "Can we just forget I mentioned it? Please?"

"How can you just forget?"

"Because I can," you stubbornly replied. Because you had to. You had your own life. You didn't need a stranger to mess it up. "Because I love you."

"I love you, too," he swore.

But for the first time, you heard uncertainty in his tone. 

The automatic door buzzed as you stepped into the liquor store, shivering. The fluorescent lights made you squint as you went down the aisle. They never bothered you before, but you were on edge. You had a hard time sleeping the night before. A night in with a nice bottle of wine would help relax you. And it would hopefully make it up to Luke since you ruined the rest of that nice dinner.

You rubbed your arms as you searched for the right bottle. Why was it so cold? Or did you just need some rest? Smiling, you finally found the one you were looking for. But as you reached for it, a hand suddenly clamped over yours. The cold you felt was replaced by heat, like an electric current throughout your entire body. And it shook you to your core.

"You have good taste."

You drew a deep breath into your lungs and slowly exhaled as you turned your head. It was him. He found you. The aura surrounding Ari seemed to glow even brighter with his touch. Oh, God. He touched you. 

"I'm Ari," he introduced himself, though you knew that. "What's your name, sweetheart?"

You mumbled your name in response when he kept his eyes on you. He repeated it, like he was tasting it on his tongue. As if he had the right. "How did you find me? You know what? It doesn’t matter. I should-”

"Did you really think I wouldn't notice you, sweetheart? Even if you weren't my soulmate, you know how to get a guy's attention."

You yanked your hand away, taking the bottle with it. The action made him smirk and you wished you could slap him. But you were afraid to touch him again. "You're not my soulmate. We don't know each other. And it's going to stay that way. I'm sorry."

He chuckled as if you told him a hilarious joke. "Let me pay for that."

"No thanks," you said, trying to walk around him. You gasped when he gently grabbed your arm to stop you, that current running through you again. Was it like that for everyone? How could they stand it?

"You already feel it," he whispered. 

You wanted to deny it, but he would see through the lie. "I need to go. My boyfriend is waiting for me."

"Leave him."

You chuckled this time at how simple he made it sound. "I'm not breaking up with him."

"Yes, you will. Or he'll break up with you, but I'm counting on you to make the right decision."

"You think you can tell me what to do because we have forced chemistry? It doesn't mean a thing. It isn't real."

Something you could only identify as deadly filled his blue eyes as he stepped closer. "You don't know the shit I've been through… What I've seen. I'm owed something."

The irrational part of you was curious and wanted to comfort him, but the real you took over. "Just because you're owed something doesn't mean I'm going to be your prize. Maybe fate was wrong. And I told you. I have a boyfriend."

"You're loyal. I respect that. But you should end it. It's only going to hurt him if you don't."

"Is that a threat?" you whispered as he brought a hand to your cheek.

"It's a promise," he whispered back. 

You stumbled back, the bottle almost slipping from your hand. "I don't want a soulmate, so stay the hell away from me," you snapped as you walked away. You knew better than to push, but you stopped and looked back. "You know, I can't even feel you in my mind. Maybe this whole thing really is bullshit."

Something in his smile warned you that you just began a dangerous game when you walked away. And that you were going to lose.

"You've been quiet," Luke said as he opened the bottle of wine. 

You were trying to decide how to tell him that Ari found you. It wasn't your fault, but you felt guilty. "Still tired."

"Maybe we can go to bed early," he suggested, smirking as he poured each of you a glass.

"Except I won't be sleeping," you teased, taking a sip as he handed one over. "Mmm. I needed this."

"Didn't I say you had good taste?"

The glass shattered at your feet. Your breathing picked up, trembling from head to toe. Ari's voice was like velvet in your mind, intimately brushing along the walls. A place you never invited him to, but he had the key. And you couldn't take it back. 

"Babe, you okay?" Luke asked frantically, grabbing something to clean up the mess. "Be careful. I don't want you to cut yourself."

You tried to stand still, unsure of what to say. Maybe your mind was playing tricks on you. That had to be it.

"I know you can hear me."

You didn't move until you felt Luke take your hand. His touch was familiar, but feeling his hand in yours felt… wrong. You refused to accept that. He was the one you wanted. It was your choice.

"You're scaring me. Say something," he urged. 

"Luke," you began, looking at him uneasily. 

"What is it?" he asked, brushing his thumb along your palm.

"If he doesn't stop touching you, I'll break his hand."

You ignored Ari, but the threat was there all the same. "When I went to the liquor store earlier… He was there."

Luke pulled away, your arm falling to your side. You knew he didn't mean it as a hurtful gesture, but it still felt that way. "Did he touch you?"

You flinched at the accusatory tone. "Yes, he did and I'm sorry."

He searched your face, as if he was trying to see through you. "So, you can hear him? He can talk to you?"

You nodded. You weren't going to lie about it.

"Why didn't you tell me as soon as you got home?" 

The accusatory tone again made you angry. "What was there to tell? I told him I have a boyfriend and that soulmates are bullshit. My life is still mine and that's that."

"But he's in your mind now!" he snapped, tapping his temple with his index finger. "You can't just… shut him out!"

"Yes, I can!" you shouted, taking a breath to calm down. "I don't want to fight."

His shoulders slumped as he pulled you into his arms. "Neither do I."

"I love you. This doesn't change anything."

"Oh, sweetheart. It changes everything."

You knew Luke couldn't hear him, but you already felt him slipping through your fingers.

You groaned when Luke held a shirt up from the rack. "No. Absolutely not."

"What? I think this would look good on me," he smiled.

"I wouldn't wipe my ass with that," you joked.

"That's good because I'm wiping my ass with it," he said without skipping a beat.

You burst out laughing as you took it from his hand and put it back. "No. That's a deal breaker," you teased before your smile fell. 

"It's okay, babe. I won't buy the shirt," he promised when you looked around.

"No, it's…" you had that feeling again. Only it wasn't a chill any longer. It was like a blazing fire.

"See someone you know?"

As if on cue, Ari walked into the store. He looked like a predator on the hunt and you couldn't tear your gaze away. It wasn't fair how handsome he was or the fact the power clung to him like a second skin. And the smirk he gave you as he walked your way sent a spike of arousal so sharp your knees almost buckled.

"That's him," you whispered, your heart pounding as you reached for Luke's hand. Instead of taking it, he grabbed your arm instead and pushed you behind him. The protective gesture brought a soft smile to your face.

Ari stopped in front of you and you took a moment to compare the men. Luke wasn't a small guy or easily intimidated, but Ari looked like he could eat him alive. He also looked like he had wanted to toss you over his shoulder like a caveman and take you away.

"You must be the boyfriend," Ari said smoothly. 

"Luke. And you must be her… Oh, wait. Nothing. You're nothing to her."

The words shocked you and filled you with a sense of pride.

Ari smirked as he took a step closer. "End it."

"Who the hell do you think you are?" Luke asked.

"I'm her soulmate," he replied confidently. "And I promise it will be much less painful if you just walk away. And if you don't? I'll bust down your door and fuck her right in front of you. Just so you can see how good she should feel before I get rid of you myself."

Blood rushed to your cheeks. Hearing that made you furious, but it didn't stop the image from filling your mind. Your body pinned beneath his, taking everything he gave you, until you screamed.

"You son of a-"

"Stop!" you demanded before they came to blows. "Ari, please. You can't just interfere in our lives. You have to understand that."

Ari's gaze softened surprisingly as it swept over you. "Don't make me do something to him you won't forgive me for."

You swallowed as his voice lingered in your mind. "Please, go."

“Get your stuff and get out. I’ll know if you don’t. Consider that your warning," he said, turning to walk away. You hated the way your eyes followed his frame and the way your heart ached with each step he made.

"We'll be fine," Luke assured you once he was gone. "What could he possibly do?"

"Morning, sweetheart."

Every morning for the last three mornings, the moment you opened your eyes, you were greeted with Ari's deep voice in your mind. And, every morning, you ignored him. You admitted to yourself that it wasn't easy. The natural pull made you want to answer him. 

"Are you getting enough rest? You need your strength."

"When you move in with me, I expect us to have breakfast together. Work can keep me busy, but I won't neglect you."

"We'll have to go shopping together. I want this to feel like your home."

It was always a combination of things. What he wanted to do to you, how he saw your lives together. He always made sure you were taking care of yourself, which didn't make sense to you. He had to know you weren't resting well. Maybe the arrogant asshole was taunting you. 

Oh, you picked up quickly that he was arrogant.

"I woke up so hard thinking about you. Are you wet? I know you're thinking of me. I can feel it."

"This shower would be better if you were in here with me. Your cries would sound so pretty when I bend you over."

"You'll be addicted to my cock. You'll wonder how you went so long without it."

Luke tried not to worry when he saw your strained smile as you both got ready each day, but it was all over his face. Truthfully, you were worried, too. It was a distraction. You weren't sure how much longer you could ignore him. And his words were getting to you. 

When you looked to the future, Luke's face was no longer there. It was a blur. But the focus was slowly shifting to Ari. You tried not to think ahead. You didn't want to see in your mind what your heart was fighting. 

"Let's call in," you suggested as Luke poured his coffee. 

"I can't today. I'm in meetings all day."

"Are you sure? We can go shopping. See a movie. Stay in," you ticked off, giving him a small smile.

Luke set his mug down. "You really want to call in?" he asked suspiciously. "You never skip work. What's going on?"

"What do you mean?"

"Is it…" he trailed off, touching his temple. 

"We talked about this. I'm fine," you brushed off.

"No, you talked about it," he argued. "You keep saying you're fine, but he isn't leaving your head, is he?"

"No, he isn't, but I'm ignoring him. I haven't answered him at all."

"And how's that working out for you?" he asked, crossing his arms.

"It's fine, like I said. I thought you were on my side. You said we'd be fine," you reminded him. And you had believed him. 

"I am on your side, but ignoring him isn't the answer.”

"Then what do you suggest?" you pressed. Because you certainly didn't know what to do.

Luke contemplated before he grabbed his phone. "I'll see if I can conference in from here. I don't want you here by yourself. You take the day off and try to get some sleep. We'll figure this out."

"Thank you," you whispered, getting your own phone to message your boss.

"I'll keep the door shut so the noise doesn't bother you," he said, kissing your forehead before he made his call.

You groaned as you flopped back on your bed a few minutes later. Thankfully, your boss was understanding and you had more than enough personal time saved up. Maybe Luke was right. Sleep would help and your head would be clear.

"Skipping work, huh?"

You groaned again. Of course, he knew. God, how did others stand someone being in their minds? The strange thing was, it didn't feel bad with him. That pissed you off because it shouldn't have felt good.

"Talk to me."

You closed your eyes, seeking out the link. You weren't sure what you were doing, but instinct took over. "Ari, you need to stop this."

"You have a beautiful voice."

The compliment made you heart somersault before you could stop it. "Thank you."

"So tell me what's so bad about being mine."

"That right there. You think I'm yours. You feel as if you have some kind of claim on me when you don't. I built a life for myself and I don't want to live depending on another. I know that isn't fair to you and I'm sorry."

"I built a life for myself, too, but I'm adapting so you can be part of it. We can adjust to this together, but you have to give me something to work with."

You sighed as you pinched the bridge of your nose. "I can't. I'm sorry."

“Don’t you feel empty, too, being apart from me?”

One of the bitter things about soulmates was the distance. Too much time apart, especially denying the bond, made it harder. “I’m not talking about this anymore. You need to try and forget about me.”

“I can’t stop thinking about you.”

"There are plenty of others out there."

"They aren't you, sweetheart. They'll never be you. Trust me. I tried to fuck you out of my heart before I even met you. All it did was make me feel empty. And now that I have you, you think I want to let you go?"

Your gut twisted at his words. "You don't have me."

"But I will and it's going to feel so good.”

You inhaled sharply, your heart beating faster. “Please, don’t say anything else.”

"Just imagine it, sweetheart. On my knees in front of you, slowly peeling down your soaked panties. Oh, we both know you'd be drenched and twitching for me."

Your pussy clenched as an image of him looking up at you, his pupils blown, flashed behind your eyes. "Ari."

"Fuck, I can practically taste you on the tip of my tongue. So sweet. So wet."

You gasped, swearing that you felt his tongue lick a strip along your folds. Fuck, you felt his beard, too. How was that possible? "Stop."

"But the first time I really make you come will be on my cock," you could hear the gravel in his voice. "You're going to say my name when you do. And when I fill MY sweet cunt, you'll know in your fucking soul that you. Are. Mine." 

You almost reached between your legs to relieve the ache, but you gripped the sheets instead. "Ari, stop!"

"That's not what you really want. You know what you want more than to be wrecked by my cock? You want to feel whole. I'm the only one who can do that."

You wanted to scream in defiance. Or burst into tears. There were cracks in your heart that you didn’t know existed, but what did he have to fill them?

"Believe it or not, I actually admire your will. I'm not trying to break it. But we'll see how much longer you last."

You took off the rest of the week and couldn't find it in your heart to feel bad. Not with the images that refused to leave your mind no matter how hard you tried to block them out. You scrubbed the counter, unable to stay still as you tried to distract yourself. Adrenaline continued to surge through your veins as you finished, moving to the next task. 

You used to pride yourself on your resolve, but maybe you were weak. How else could you explain how easily and quickly you were breaking down? You wiped your hands when you heard the front door open, rushing to see Luke. He was there. He was real.

"Hey, babe. I thought I'd come home early and-"

You pressed your mouth to his, not giving him a chance to breathe. "Bed," you ordered as he picked you up. 

"I really need to talk to you," he tried as you kissed along his jaw.

"Bed," you said again.

He groaned as he carried you, not questioning what had gotten into you. Not even a minute later, you were tossed on the bed. Luke crawled up your body, his mouth finding yours again as pinned you down. You reached down and popped open the button of his pants as you kissed him deeper, making him gasp when you unzipped them and pushed them down as far as you could.

"Babe, we can go slow," he offered, sitting up a bit when you hiked up your shirt.

"Just fuck me," you hissed desperately, pushing your underwear down. You could talk later. "Please, just fuck me," you begged in a softer tone, reaching for him when he took himself out of his underwear. 

Luke was always good to you with foreplay, making sure you were ready. But you saw the lust in his eyes from your demand as he settled between your thighs. There was something else there that almost made you pause. Why did it look like his heart was breaking? He slid his hands beneath your ass to lift you before you could think more on it, the head of his cock rubbing against your slick hole, before he slid in. 

You moaned as you closed your eyes, putting your hands on his shoulders to keep you steady. The familiar stretch had you clenching around him and you wondered just how quickly it would take for you to get off. The broken whimper you let out made him groan as he pressed you further into the mattress.

"I love you so much," his voice cracked as he thrust deeper.

"I love you, too."

His mouth found your neck as he rocked his hips, his beard making you shiver as it scratched your skin. Your eyes flew open as your nails dug into Luke's skin because he didn't have a beard. "Luke," you gasped.

He moaned your name as you looked up at him, but his eyes were shut in ecstasy. You blinked and you saw Ari above you, staring right into your eyes. You felt him in you. Blinking again, it shifted back to Luke. Your body went lax beneath his as you squeezed your eyes shut.

"How badly do you need to come, sweetheart?"

The hands that moved to your hips felt different. It wasn't the touch you knew, but it was the touch you craved. It terrified you. You dared to open your eyes again and all you saw was Ari. Your soulmate. Bringing you higher and higher.

"Please."

"Come. Give him one last treat."

You couldn't stop your body from seizing, crying out from your release. You didn't give yourself a chance to enjoy it as the image fell away, shoving Luke off of you as you tried to catch your breath. He called after you as you rolled from the bed and bolted to the bathroom. You barely had a chance to shut and lock it before you went to the toilet, retching.

The pounding at the door seconds later didn't even make you look up. "Babe, are you sick?" he asked, trying the handle. "Please, let me in."

"Be right out!" you called, gagging again as you began to cry. How could you face Luke when you thought about Ari? When you felt him? How could you tell him you came because of another man? 

"He'll get over it."

"Shut up! Shut UP!"

"He will. He knows he's losing you. He lost you before he even had you. And he has his own soulmate out there. You do realize you're hurting them, too?"

You got to your feet, your stomach still rolling as you went to rinse your mouth. "Please, leave me alone. Please.”

"It hurts when you reject me. I know you can't stop thinking about me. I know you ache for me. I ache for you, too."

You wiped your eyes, looking in the mirror. You looked worn out. "I mean it, Ari. Stay the hell away from us and stay out of my mind."

"All this hurt and pain for what? Giving fate the middle finger just so you can say that you're right? Guess what, sweetheart? You're wrong. And I am fucking tired of you denying me. So… fucking tired."

You rubbed your arms as a chill rolled down your spine. The soft growl in his soft voice was enough to intimidate you, which angered you because you didn't owe him a thing. You stubbornly clung to that.

"I'll see you soon."

*****

Luke sat on the sofa with you, not speaking for a few minutes after you told him what happened. You felt sick seeing the look of betrayal on his face. "Do you love him?"

"What?! No. How could you ask me that?" you asked. "I love you."

"But you're thinking of him. You're seeing him," he said, putting his face in his hands. "I've seen others fall apart. I didn't think it would happen to us."

"Falling apart? It hasn't even been a week since we saw him at the store."

"And look at you!" he shouted as he lifted his head, making you move back. "You're skipping work. You're thinking of him when we're sleeping together. You realize it's only going to get worse, right?"

Your lip trembled as you shook your head. "No. We love each other. That's enough to make it work."

Luke stood up, slowly pacing back and forth. "Except it isn't enough."

"Yes, it is," you said, standing up to take his hand. 

"No, it isn't," he said, stepping back before you could touch him. "That's why I came home early."

"Why?" you whispered when he wouldn't look you in the eye. "Why?!"

"Because I’m saying we're done," he whispered, tears in his eyes as he finally looked at you. "I love you. I do, but… I can't do this. Neither can you."

You let out a bitter laugh, shaking your head in disbelief. "You don't mean that."

"Yes, I do," he said with a finality that broke your heart. 

"Did something happen?" you asked, tears clogging your throat when he shook his head. Was that why he looked so heartbroken in bed? Because he knew he would walk away? "I don't want to lose you or what we have. Please."

"I'll stay somewhere else for the next few days until we can get this sorted,” Luke sniffled, like he was trying to hold himself together. "I'm thankful I had you as long as I did. And I know love exists because of you. I'm always going to cherish that."

You let the tears flow freely. You two were supposed to beat fate. But was this the path all along?  "So, that's really it. You're done with us?"

Luke took cautious steps toward you, placing a kiss on your forehead. “I’m sorry,” he said against your skin, walking around you as you crumpled to the floor. 

Sobs wracked your frame as you tried to process what just happened. It felt like another bad image in your mind, but the sound of the door slamming shut made you cry harder. He walked away. Was it your fault?

You cried until your head hurt, not lifting yourself from the floor when you stopped. You expected to feel Ari’s voice brush in your mind, but you didn’t hear anything. There was no warmth. No comfort. Nothing.

“Ari?” 

You were met with silence. That was what you wanted all along. So why did it feel like your heart broke all over again?

A knock at the door made you open your eyes. You pulled yourself up, cracking your neck. Sleeping on the floor wasn’t your brightest idea, but you were too hurt to care. You didn’t even check your reflection before you went to open it.

You felt the warmth before you saw Ari on the other side. You wanted to bask in it. As he stepped inside, making you step back, you wanted to know why he was there. And how he found you. But he was your soulmate. He would always know where you were and when you would need him.

"Are you happy?" you asked. “He left. Isn’t that what you wanted?”

When Ari didn't respond you shoved his chest. It was like pushing a wall of pure muscle as he stared with that stoic expression. You tried again and he didn't budge, your anger surging.

"Damn you! And fuck you!" you shouted, your mental walls crumbling to rubble. "You ruined everything! Because of you, I lost the man I lo-"

Ari gripped the back of your head before you could finish the word, crushing his lips against yours in a bruising kiss. He bit down on your bottom lip, dragging it between his teeth. His tongue followed, slipping into your mouth as you gasped. The dam broke completely as the taste of bittersweet sorrow was forever committed to your memory.  

"Don't say his fucking name and don't you dare you say you love him. I'm going to spend all weekend fucking him from your memories until all you know is me."

The distinct sound of fabric tearing hit your ears, your breasts spilling free from the ruined shirt. “What are you-”

“You were soaked the moment you saw me. Don’t deny it,” he snarled, your panties joining the torn shirt on the floor.

You felt his hunger and it fueled your own. His need filled your mind until it was all that you felt. It was manipulative. It was euphoric. The desire that only a soulmate could fulfill.

“He’s gone, but I’m here. He gave up on you, but you have me.”

His hands explored you as he sought the silken heat of your mouth again. Every touch lit a fire under your skin. You leaned into it, wanting it branded on your skin. Your heart began to piece itself back together as much as you wanted to wallow in the pain.

“Doesn’t it feel good to give in? To know that you have someone who will never let you go?”

“I don’t love you,” you argued as he stripped down. Why weren’t you stopping him? Why did you want to see all of him?

“You’ll learn to love me. Unlike you, I took the time to explore your mind. Because I never left.”

You trembled as you saw his muscles ripple. He really was built like a god. And you knew he was there in your head. He would always be there.

“I love you with everything I have,” he swore, his hands finding your breasts with ease. They ached and swelled as you pushed against his palms. It was like your body wasn’t your own. “And I’m not letting you go.”

Your throat tightened as he took you to the floor, like the bed was too far away. Fighting this bond ruined the life you had. You knew you would never have it back. With Ari hovering over you, you felt ruined all over again because you needed him. You couldn't stop the tears that filled your eyes and you didn't care if they made you look weak. You had never felt so helpless in your life, but he was there to anchor you.

“Do you remember what I said?” he asked as he slapped his hard cock against your pussy. The feel made you jolt. Would he tear you in half with it? As much as you feared the pain, you knew your body would accept him. “You’re going to scream my name when you come on my cock. That’s a fucking promise.”

He surged forward and sheathed you in one, deep thrust. You cried out in protest, even as your body molded to his. He gripped your chin when you tried to look away, making sure your eyes were focused on him. 

“Relax, sweetheart. You were made for me.”

His hips rolled once some of the tension left your body, his grip sliding to your neck. Your pulse beat frantically as he surged in and out, feeling him squeeze gently before he let go. Each movement drove out the terrible longing you felt. Your back was likely to be sore later from how he was taking you, but you didn’t care.

“I would have made our first time beautiful if you let me. Gentle. Tender. But you’re fucking stubborn. And this is just as good.”

He pulled back until only the head of his cock was inside you, snapping his hips to bury himself into your wet heat. He repeated the motion as you shouted, a dark smirk on his handsome face. Your arms slipped around his neck, keeping him close as he thrust deep. You shuddered as your eyes rolled back, your hips moving restlessly against his. 

"There you go, sweetheart. Your pretty little hole is hungry for my cock. Knew you’d take me so well.”

“Fuck!” you cried, your body humming in undeniable pleasure. You felt him in your heart, mind, body and soul. He was everywhere. You’d never get him out. And, after having a taste, your soul didn’t want to let him go.

“You’re mine, do you understand me?” he grunted as you tried to meet his thrusts.

“Yes,” you moaned, shuddering again. The countless, perfect thrusts had you clenching rhythmically around him. A hand reached up to grab his hair, unsure if you wanted to make him groan in pleasure or pain. 

“Say you’re mine,” he growled, licking his thumb before he reached between your bodies. You nearly sobbed when he found your clit. “Say it.”

“I’m yours!” you shouted, seeing him flash a smirk again as he rubbed the swollen bundle of nerves. “Please.”

“Please what?” 

“Cocky bastard,” you thought. 

“Heard that. You know what you need. Just say it.”

“Please, let me come!” you begged, your head falling back as the last word ended on a choked breath.

“Come on my cock and say my name, sweetheart,” he said, pinching your clit.

You screamed his name, nearly sobbed it, as you arched and clutched at him. It was the most powerful orgasm of your life, the aura around Ari exploding in colors you didn’t know existed. Your cunt sucked him in to the point it was almost painful to keep him there, but your body refused to let him go.

“That’s my girl. Fuck, you drenched me. Trying to drown me with your beautiful pussy. Never letting you go.”

You were pliant as you lay there, your body still buzzing as he lost his rhythm and rutted into you. The warm splash on your insides moments later was like the final balm you needed, his moan of pleasure sealing the fate you denied. You were complete. And you knew he was, too.

You shook again as you clung to him, trying to catch your breath. You felt the link from your mind spread everywhere, irrevocably tying the two of you together. The intensity almost smothered you. He rubbed your side soothingly as he kissed over to your ear, panting gently against it. “Who do you belong to?”

“You,” you whispered.

“And I’m yours. Don’t forget that.”

Barely a week. That was all it took to make you forget Luke and wear you down.

Ari studied you later as you slept, smiling to himself as he touched your cheek. He leaned over to check his phone when he knew you wouldn’t stir, dialing one of his contacts. “Where is he?” 

“Checked into a hotel. We have eyes on him.” “Keep it that way,” Ari said, looking down at you again. “Remember, if he comes back this way before we’re gone, kill him and his family.”

“Consider it done. Though I would think the visit we paid him at his office would have been enough to scare him away for good. But, Ari, are you sure you still want him alive?” 

Ari smirked a little. “She thinks he gave up on her and he’s going to have to carry that around the rest of his life. Each time he looks at his family, it’ll be a reminder of what he let go of. And he knows she’s really mine because he was too much of a coward to actually fight for her.”

“You really are a cruel bastard.”

“I know, but I warned him. He should have let go when he had the chance,” he chuckled, wrapping a leg around you to keep you close. “And my girl really is special. She’ll adjust.”

“And if she doesn’t?”

“Then I’ll make her. She’s my soulmate, after all.”

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‘Til Death Do Us Part

Summary: Y/N heads back to the home she once shared with Steve in preparation to spend one last night together before their divorce is due to be finalised. Little does she know that her husband doesn’t intend to give her up. Ever.

Characters: Dark!Steve x Reader.

Words: 3391.

Warnings: non-con, dub-con, explicit sexual content, mentions of drugging, manipulation, gaslighting, implied forced pregnancy, slight breeding kink, forced orgasms, multiple orgasms, mentally abusive relationship tw, 18+.

A/N: Written for @stargazingfangirl18​​‘s amazing 5K Soft!Dark Challenge. I chose dialogue prompt #3 (”Oh, honey, you weren’t supposed to see that”) and it is highlighted in bold. Siri, I can’t tell you how much of a blast it was to write this! Thank you so much for hosting, and many congratulations on your 5K milestone - you deserve every single one of them. Beta: @sweeterthanthis​​ but all the general bullshit is entirely mine. I also have to thank you Lau for being the greatest support and enabler. You are truly a ray of sunshine on a stormy day. While likes are gold, feedback is golden. Masterlists can be found in my pinned post. Subscribe to Patreon and get access to fics, just like this one, two weeks before Tumblr for as little as $3.

Somehow you expect the family home to look different in a way— like the roof should be sporting some devil’s breath while the ground suddenly gives way to brimstone as a way of signifying its metaphorical descent into hell, but as you step from the cab straight onto the sidewalk, it looks the same as you left it four months ago.

Sure, there’s leaves blocking the gutter, the bushes leading up to the porch look a little unruly and the lawn could do with a trim, but really they’re only surface deep differences, ones you probably never would have noticed had you stayed put.

The real change you figure, would be inside, buried within the woodwork like rot, much like the person residing inside it, a malevolent kind of darkness laying claim to their soul.

The house still looks like something plucked right out of a fairytale, its entire presence cosy and inviting. You just wish you hadn’t been the one to abandon it.

Memories flood your thoughts— you could recall the day you moved in like it was yesterday, just like the moment Steve proposed to you on the front porch, and that first step across the threshold as a married couple will live with you until the day you die, no matter how hard you do your best to block it out.

Pushing open the white gate, you take a slow walk up the path, each step hesitant and tentative, unsure if coming back here was the right thing to do. You need those divorce papers, your inner voice reminds you curtly. Then you can get the hell outta here and put this all behind you.

You’d been Mrs. Rogers for the better part of five years, and to begin with, it had been the perfect marriage. Steve was a model husband and lover, but over the time the cracks started to show. He became possessive and controlling, desperate to know where you were at any given time of day when you weren’t with him. He told you what you could and couldn’t eat, controlled the intake of your calories, and eventually he dictated your meals to the last crumb.

He was a master manipulator— breaking off your friendships with your nearest and dearest from right under your nose, using your own hands to chop the strings from the “puppets” he called them. But little did you know, you were Steve’s toy all along. Moulded into his perfect little wife who wouldn’t dare put a foot out of line.

It wasn’t until you had to travel for work— a situation Steve did his best to quash, that you came to your senses when a co-worker innocently commented on the unhealthy dependency you seemingly had on your husband, after calling to apologise that you hadn’t checked in with him, despite the fact you had been caught up in meetings all day.

She became concerned for you, asking you to seek help from friends and you admitted they had all drifted away, not realising you were the one to create the wedge in the first place.

That was the first piece of the jigsaw to fall from its place, until more began to slip, giving you a glimpse into the harsh reality below it.

You eventually escaped his clutches three months later.

Six weeks passed before you served the divorce papers, citing unreasonable behaviour on his part. Steve seemingly accepted them without causing a ruckus like you expected, instead only asking of you a simple request.

It had been a long day at the office the night his text came through, a renowned sense of fear clasping at your heart the minute you saw his name pop up on your phone screen. You left it an hour before you summoned up the courage to open it, the two glasses of red wine helping to steady to your nerves. You expected something malicious, but what flashed up before you was far from it.

“Come back for one last night? I’ll take you to dinner at Romanoff’s then home for a movie? It’ll be just like old times.”

While you were initially dubious, you couldn’t help feel an odd sense of nostalgia, almost wanting to relive your old date nights. Before things turned sour.

So here you are, staring up at the house you once longed to raise your children in as the front door swings open and Steve appears, rushing down the steps as a wide grin pulls at his lips.

“Oh honey, you made it,” he greets happily, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to your cheek. You stiffen at his touch, desperate to push him away but you hold your nerve, instead returning his smile when he retreats. “How was the train ride?”

You’d been living in the city since the separation, eager to put as much distance between the two of you, and so far it was doing the trick.

“It was fine, thank you,” you reply politely as he reaches to take your overnight bag, turning to take two porch steps at a time. You follow nervously, unnerved by his overly kind demeanour.

“Great,” he dismisses quickly, before calling over his shoulder, “so I set up the guest bedroom for you, y’know, remember, the one across the hall from the nursery.”

He’s babbling excitedly like you’re coming home for good, and you feel like you have to interject before he’s forcing you to pick out new China patterns for the dinnerware.

“Steve—”

He glances back at you. “Hm?”

“Maybe I should stay at the hotel like we planned,” you say hesitantly, not missing the way his jaw ticks.

“Don’t you want to stay here? In our home?”

The emphasis on ‘our’ makes you wince, but you do your best to hide it. 

“It’s not that, um, I just think it might be prudent given our impending situation, that we should, maybe set some boundaries?”

Your soon-to-be-ex husband laughs, “Oh, don’t be so dramatic.”

Years ago, that almost overly confident scoff would’ve had you reeling with arousal, but now it simply fills you with dread.

-

“Are we not going to Romanoff’s now?” you call out, smoothing out your dress as you reach the bottom of the stairs, catching sight of the dinner table set with two place settings.

Steve appears from the kitchen, clutching a bottle of wine and two glasses, and smiles when his eyes land on you.

“Wow, you look... wow,” he compliments with a deep exhale.

A creeping heat blooms in the pit of your stomach, slowly weaving its way up your spine until it settles beneath the skin in your cheeks.

“Th-thank you,” you fluster.

Steve moves from where he stands, gently placing the glasses and bottle down onto the table. You step from the last stair, edging slowly towards it. You have to admire the attention to detail— the vase full of tulips in an array of colours, the stack of takeout boxes from your favourite Chinese restaurant, its emblem clear on the cardboard, and of course, the gentle soundtrack of love songs playing quietly through the sound system. If you didn’t know better, you’d think he planned this out from the start, but you quickly squash down your suspicions almost intrigued to see what else he has up his sleeve.

“So, what happened to the restaurant?” you begin to question, rounding the table as Steve lays out the cartons next to your respective places.

“What about it?”

“I thought we had a reservation there.”

You watch him move a fork with the tip of his index finger about a centimetre closer to the plate, and you can tell he’s purposely avoiding eye contact.

“Oh, I couldn’t get one,” he replies flippantly.

“I could’ve sworn you said you did.”

Steve shrugs, “Nope. Fully booked.” He finally looks up at you, brow furrowed. “I thought I told you that?”

“No, you—” you stop yourself mid-sentence, and shake your head, deciding right now is really not the time to pick an argument. “Never mind, I must’ve been mistaken.”

Steve flashes you a wide smile, and pulls out a chair for you like the gentleman that he is— was. This show might easily convince someone else he’s a good man, but it just proves to you how flawlessly he can act the part when needed. 

“C’mon sit down, food’s getting cold,” you hear him say, his voice dragging you from your temporary reverie, and you slide into it without a word.

-

Hours go by, and you hate to admit that you’re enjoying Steve’s company more than you had in years. He’s charming in all the ways you remember, and it’s difficult not to fall for it.

It starts with longing looks over the rim of wine glasses while in the midst of reminiscing about the slew of disastrous dates you’ve shared over the years. Then came the accidental touches as you both reach for a handful of popcorn from the bowl on the coffee table. And laughter soon comes naturally as you recall a particular trip to Atlantic City, remembering how the poorly cooked shellfish at an All You Can Eat had made you both sick. 

“We had some good times, didn’t we?” Steve sighs softly. 

“Yeah, we did.”

“Some pretty great times too,” he adds, and shifts closer to you, sliding his hand across your thigh. You glance up, catching his eye and before you know it, his lips slam against yours. You lose yourself in the moment, hands snaking around his neck as Steve groans into the kiss, pulling you quickly into his lap. You grind down hard, feeling the pure muscle of his thigh push against your cunt, whimpering as it rubs over your clit just right. 

His hands rove your body through your dress, one slowly coming to rest at the nape of your neck, while the other settles around your waist, using the grasp he has to help control the roll of your hips. 

“God, Y/N,” Steve moans into the juncture of your neck, and the sound of his voice suddenly brings you back to your senses. You pull away, staring down into bright cerulean before you hurriedly begin to climb off his lap.

He looks confused as you slump back onto the couch next to him, breathless. “What’s wrong?” 

“We shouldn’t,” you explain, “I mean, I don’t think this is a good idea.”

He slowly exhales through kiss-swollen lips, nodding in agreement. “No, you’re probably right.”

As you adjust the straps of your dress Steve had hastily slid from your shoulders, you watch him stand from his seat and not-so subtly rearrange his pants before grabbing the empty wine glasses from the table.

“How about one more before we call it a night?” you hear him shout as he heads back into the kitchen.

“I should go to bed,” you say firmly. “Have to get up early to get the train back, work is pretty hectic at the moment.”

You push yourself to your feet a little unsteadily, and in the process of smoothing out your dress, you catch sight of Steve pouring you another drink anyway. You’re about to protest when he returns to the living room, handing you the glass.

You put your hands up to resist. “Really, I’m fine, Steve.”

“C’mon darling, we may never see each other again after tonight. Just give me this, please?” His tone is too mirthful, too full of glee and it unnerves you.

Darling?

You sit back down, and thanks to his persistence, you now feel a little on edge. He tries to make conversation, and you do your best to humour him, but all you can summon up are one word answers and nonchalant responses.

“I’m a little insulted you’re not drinking your wine,” he suddenly announces casually. “I even made sure to get your favourite.”

Wrong.

This was white. It had been white all evening.

Red was your favourite.

Glancing down into the glass, the wine swills gently from the motion of your hand, and your eyes are drawn to an odd film on the surface of the liquid. What is that? Perhaps the glass was dirty in some way and it reacted with the alcohol?

You squint a little as if it will miraculously make your eyesight better, but without bringing it right up to your nose and drawing attention to it, you can’t be exactly sure what it is. Instead, you decide to rest the glass in your lap and hope that Steve won’t notice you’ve yet to take a sip.

Your eyes move from the centre of the glass to the outer edge, and you notice a sprinkling of white powder dusting the rim. No, that’s not... it can’t be— he wouldn’t.

Fear grips your heart like an icy vice, and your legs suddenly go numb as a horrific realisation dawns on you.

“Is something wrong?” he enquires, watching you intently from over his glass as he sips on his own.

“No, just,” — your eyes flicker down without even realising it, before they find their way back to Steve’s, and you can tell he knows you’ve noticed something is awry— “think I’ve had my share for the night.”

Leaning forward, you slide the glass back onto the coffee table, and the moment Steve’s eyes too clock the powdery substance, his demeanour changes instantly.

“Oh, honey, you weren’t supposed to see that,” he comments darkly.

You cough, clearing your throat and try your best to sound convincing. “See what?” you squeak.

The silence between you is deafening as you both weigh up when the other is likely to react. Deciding now is your moment, you jump off the couch despite the lack of feeling to your legs and attempt to flee, but Steve is too fast. His fingertips graze your ankle as he reaches for it, and you fall to the floor with a loud thud.

He grabs at your shoulder, and flips you onto your back, crawling up the length of your body on his knees, effectively caging you beneath him. You lift your arms, slapping at Steve’s biceps to fight him off as he grabs at your wrists, pinning them above your head. 

“You really thought you could walk away from me?” He leans over you, the warmth of his breath fanning across your cheek. “That you could divorce me?”

“Steve, you don’t have to do this,” you plead.

“Oh, but I do.”

“Nobody has to know this happened, I’ll just take the papers and leave.”

His laugh is quiet and mean. “You can try, but you’ll have to sieve the ashes out of the fireplace.”

You can feel the blood drain from your face at his words. 

“Please,” you implore, “just let me go.”

“Are you insane?” he scoffs. “I’m never letting you out of my sight again.”

Your husband shifts above you, using one knee at a time to move between your parted thighs to keep them spread while one hand keeps hold of your wrists, the other working its way down your body until it reaches the hem of your dress. 

“Why are you doing this?”

Gently, you start to sob, and for a moment you think you see a flicker of remorse in his eyes as he looks down at you.

“Because we’re meant to be together, silly. Why else?” he says in a honeyed tone, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “For better, for worse, ‘til death do us part, remember? Do our vows mean nothing to you?” 

“They did once,” you strain beneath him, “right up until you started controlling my life.” 

He lets out an airy chuckle, like you just told him the funniest joke in the world. “You’re confused, sweetheart. I did all of that to protect you, I only wanted what was best for you.” 

“Bullshit,” you spit. 

His features harden, eyes clouding over from stunning blue to inky navy. “Watch your language.”

Cold air kisses your flesh as Steve roughly tugs your dress up around your waist. You try to close your legs, however his knees are pressed so tightly to the insides of your thighs that it’s impossible. He takes a moment to glance down at your clothed pussy before letting out a deep laugh. 

“I dunno, you come here all dressed up like this,” — his fingers delicately skim under the string of the thong that’s snug against your hip— “and you really expect me not to take what’s mine?”

“I d-don’t...” you splutter, “belong to you.”

He chuckles, and brings your restrained hands down, and shoves your wedding ring in your face, the subtle diamond sparkling in the low light like a fucking traitor. 

“I think this says you do, honey.”

As you blink away the tears in your eyes, he moves your hands back above your head, the fingers of his free hand teasing the black lace of your panties, moving it to one side to allow him access. You try to wriggle up the floor, but he has you pinned too tight. Steve fumbles between your legs briefly, and the dull snap of his belt buckle releasing meets your ears. Quickly, you feel the head of his cock press hot and wet against your folds, and swallow deeply, ashamed by the pool of arousal slick between them.

“And because you’re my wife that means I can take this sweet, little cunt whenever the hell I damn well please.” 

He enters you in one, sharp thrust, your body betraying you as your walls hungrily allow for his girth. 

“That’s more like it,” he praises, rutting forward and you let out a strangled moan. “Always were a whore for my cock.”

Your words trap in your throat as he fucks you— slow,  deliberate strokes that make your thighs tremble either side of his. He knows what he’s doing, using his intimate knowledge of your body to drag every painstaking ounce of pleasure from you, whether you want it or not. He lets go of your wrists, and while the opportunity to lash out at him is strong, all your fight has evaporated. Steve suddenly shifts above you, leaning back on his haunches to prop your ass up onto his thighs. Your body reacts involuntarily at the change in depth, unsuccessfully swallowing down a scream, which merely serves to turn him on even more. 

Each thrust of Steve’s hips draws you closer to coming, and even though you try your hardest to concentrate your thoughts elsewhere, it’s no use. His thumb settles over your clit, swirling it in lazy circles as he continues to impale you on his cock.

Harder. Deeper. Faster.

Fuck, you’re not going to be able to hold on for much longer.

“Stop, Steve, please,” you beg pathetically, unable to tell if you’re begging him to leave you alone, or that you wish he’d shift his caress a millimetre to the right so that you can reach delirium.

“Are you gonna cum for me, honey? Cum for your husband like the good, little obedient wife you are?” he taunts, every swipe of his thumb coaxing you closer. 

You can feel it, right on the edge of your periphery. A slow ascent, then suddenly the coil inside you snaps, the whole room thrown off kilter as you shatter into a million rapturous pieces. 

Steve fucks you through it with levity, every euphoric wave of pleasure magnified as he hits that same sweet spot over and over until your vision whites out, and you’re coming again without warning. 

“See? See how good I make you feel,” he says as you return from your high, body still trembling around his cock. “I know you, inside and out.”

Dragging his hand away from your clit, he strokes it lovingly over your exposed stomach, and the gentleness of his touch makes you want to retch. 

“Just wait ‘til I pump a baby into this belly,” he smiles. “Then we’ll be part of each other forever.”

Your eyes widen, believing you have him foiled in his plan thanks to the bottle of pills stashed in your overnight bag, but somehow he inexplicably knows what you’re thinking, and the next words out of his mouth make your blood run cold.

“Oh sweetheart, I swapped out your birth control for vitamins months ago.” 

***

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[boxofbonesfic]

Mud

Title: Mud

Pairing: Dark!Steve x Reader

Rating: Explicit

Summary: During the worst drought of your life, a dangerous and unwelcome guest arrives in your dry, desert town. 

Warnings: Stalking, Obsession, dubious consent, abuse mention (not detailed), Supernatural stuff

Word Count: 5,713

A/N: Whew chile this took it out of me, lol. This is my entry for @stargazingfangirl18 Soft Dark Challenge! I kind of got a bee in my bonnet about Devil!Steve coming for our reader, so I played with that, and I actually really like what I came up with. Fingies crossed that you’ll all enjoy it too 😬. Please let me know what you think in the comments, and reblogs are always appreciated! 

This is a work of FICTION, and it is Dark, so I assume once you’ve clicked through the link that you are comfortable with that. I do not give consent for my work to be copied, translated, or posted elsewhere, even if I am credited. This work is entirely mine, and unbeta’d, so read at your own risk! Minors, DNI! 

Enjoy😘

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You should have known better. That would be the only thought in your head after all of this was said and done. You know better than anyone how the dry desert heat can addle the brain, fry it like an egg on a hot iron skillet. You know better than anyone how thirst feels, dry and aching in the back of your throat. Water crazy, your grandmother said, spitting into the dust as she rocked endlessly in her chair on the porch. She’s long buried now, but her ghost lives in your memories, and in every corner of the old, rickety house she left you on the edge of that dry, dying town. 

 So when the rain doesn’t come that spring, and the fickle winds bring something else into town, you hear her again, watching disdainfully from your porch as their bikes kick up whirlwinds of dust on the barely-paved street. No rain. Water crazy is comin’. The air feels thick, almost like it could rain—but the endless blue sky above you makes you doubtful of that. Your eyes are drawn to the one leading the pack; a slim, powerful looking chopper, all white and silver and shining too bright in the desert sun. You raise a hand to brush sweat sticky curls from your forehead. 

 You can almost hear her voice again, low and reverent as if in prayer. And I looked, and behold a pale horse: and his name that sat upon him was Death and Hell followed with him… You’re not one for prayer, never have been. You’d clasped your hands and knelt during Sunday service until your knees were sore, but if there was a God, he’d certainly never answered you. As they passed, cold dread settled like lead in your belly, and you felt the urge to send up a prayer for deliverance. 

 A pale horse…

 ———

 When it comes time for your shift at Rattlesnakes, they’re already there. Loud, drunk, lousy tippers to boot—and you haven’t the strength to handle them on your own. When you complain to Leonard, though, he just tells you to hush up, keep your wits about you, even as bottles smash against the faded wallpaper, and cigarette smoke begins curling through the stagnant air. 

 “They’ll be gone before you know it.” 

 Maybe it’s the water rationing that’s shortened your temper, the sharp tinge of thirst like broken glass in your throat as you swallow thickly and try to nod convincingly. Water crazy. 

 Another bottle smashes, and you grit your teeth. “What, you sick of beer, Tony?” Someone laughs loudly. “They don’t have anything else in this shithole.” Leonard cowers behind the bar, his eyes trained on the counter as another bottle shatters, the shards flying wildly, twinkling in the dim lighting like tiny shooting stars. You throw down your towel, slapping your hands against the bar-top. 

 “Hey!” Leonard is pulling at your apron, muttering over and over just leave it alone, we’ll clean it up, it’s fine—but you can’t. You lick your dry lips. “This ain’t a goddamn alleyway.” The laughter dies down just a bit as some of the men turn to face you. Some of them look amused at your outburst, but still more frown at you, glaring from the other end of the bar. You feel a little less brave when one of them stands up, running a hand through his short, blond hair. “You can’t do that in here.” You say, crossing your arms over your chest anyway. 

 Out of the corner of your eye, you see a few of the regulars start to clear out, downing what little is left of their drinks as they make for the exit. The man turns cold blue eyes on you, resting large hands against the worn counter as he leans over it. 

 “My boys are just letting off a little steam.” He says in a voice like black honey. “I’m sure you understand.” You’re not sure how something can sound so reasonable, and still feel like a threat, but it does, and you shiver just a little. He smiles at you, but you don’t feel comforted. 

 And his name that sat upon him was Death. 

 “Well they can’t do it in here.” You said shortly. “If you want to take the bottles out into town and break them, you’re welcome to do that. But not in here.” 

 “Are there any other rules I should know, kitten?” He asks, the pet name making your stomach do uncomfortable flip-flops. Your hands clench into fists against the bar top. Behind him, his men laugh. His eyes stay on you, though, and you can feel them moving over every inch of you like a lover’s hands. 

 “Just stop wrecking the bar, and I’m pretty sure we’ll be square.” You want to escape the weight of his gaze, tell him to stop looking at you like that, like he’s seeing every nook and cranny in your goddamn soul—when he finally looks away. You stare past his head, unwilling to be caught in the trap again. 

 “Anything for you kitten.” He says lowly, and behind him, someone meows. 

 And Hell followed with him. 

 ———-

“What do you mean, tighter rationing?” Grace’s voice is high pitched and trembling, her army of children racing through the church pews as she speaks. You’re wondering the same thing, and so is every other person in Bane. There’s already barely enough water to go around, how can there be even less? Murmurs of outrage spread through the crowd like wildfire, and you can see the sweat shining on the Mayor’s forehead as he dabs at it uselessly with a cloth. 

 “Y-yes, w-well it’s just that, well, since we’ve not had any rain yet this year, it’s—”

 “Are you sayin’ the well’s empty?” Someone shouts from the back of the church. “He’s sayin’ it’s empty!” Louder, more panicked murmurs begin to spread, even as the Mayor raises his hands in an attempt to quiet them. You’d never seen a drought last longer than a few months, but it was going on a year since the last time you could remember rain turning the dry, dusty roads of Bane into a thick, muddy slurry. 

 “No, not empty,” He said, and you knew he was only telling half the truth. Not empty, you thought sourly. Just close to it. You leave the town hall meeting before it descends into further chaos, pushing open the church doors and making your way out onto the dusty street. You’re blinded by the bright midday sun for a moment, and when your eyes clear, you see him. 

 Leaned up against a lamp post on the opposite side of the street, grinning at you. You weren’t sure if it was meant to be reassuring or not, but it made your blood go cold. Even the devil smiles, your grandmother said, her warning swimming up to you through the sea of your memories. Smiles while he lies. Next to him is the bike—the bright white one that almost hurts to look at. You turn away and try keep walking, feeling his eyes on you every step of the way. You make for the corner, and suddenly his presence is so close it’s hot, burning—and you turn to see him behind you. 

 “Water trouble?” He asks, and you scoff, knowing he already knows the answer. 

 “What do you think?” You say smartly. “It ain’t easy finding water in the desert.” He holds up his hands placatingly. 

 “Easy kitten. No claws, we’re just talking.” 

 You scowl at him. You don’t know this man, don’t know him from Adam, but you know there’s no just talking with him. He’s got eyes like the bookie that used to work the betting tables in town—tallying. Always tallying up the score. 

 “I’m not much for talking.” You reply curtly, intending to continue walking. His arm snakes out faster than you thought a man as big as him could move, wrapping around your wrist. 

 “I’m not finished with you, kitten.” Ice shot through your veins. “Now I know you’re a good girl with manners, so you know how this works. I introduce myself, you introduce yourself…” He waved his other hand as he spoke, his expression and tone casual though his grip was like iron on your wrist. “Get the picture?” His grip tightens and you wince, nodding quickly. You weren’t sure if he would break your arm, but you didn’t much feel like testing him to find out. “Good. I’m Steve.” 

 You spat your name at him, your brow furrowing as you avoided his gaze. You regretted it instantly. Why didn’t I lie? A slow smile spread across his handsome features.

  “Good girl.” You tried to snatch your arm away from him, and this time he lets you, his eyes sparkling with amusement. You don’t like the uncanny heat of his touch, the way his eyes seemed to bore into your own. You rubbed your wrist as you eyed him warily. “Now tell me, kitten, what’s there for a man to get into around here?” You couldn’t help the sardonic laugh that bubbled from your lips. There was nothing in Bane—nothing but angry, thirsty people too poor to move twenty feet from their front doors. 

 “City’s about two hours away,” You said. “Plenty to do there.” 

 “But you’re not there, kitten.” 

 “There’s the Snake and the theater. If those are closed, you’re shit outta luck.” You said through gritted teeth. He chuckles heartily at your ire, which incenses you even more. 

 “If it’s so terrible here, why don’t you leave?” He asks, his voice dripping with faux innocence. He had to know—one look at Bane would have told him or anyone else—there wasn’t anybody left here who could leave. Almost no jobs, practically no economy to speak of; Bane was barely a dot on the most detailed maps of the state. Leaving Bane was like tapping into a fresh well in your backyard—an impossibility. 

 “ ‘Cause money’s about as hard to come by as water ‘round here.” You answered, your mouth moving without your permission. You didn’t want to keep talking, didn’t want to tell him anything, but it was like you had to. Those eyes… you couldn’t lie when they were on you. 

 “Pretty girl like you ought to have a man taking care of you anyway,” He said flippantly, and you bristled. “Though I suppose it’s pretty slim pickings around here, isn’t that right, kitten?” 

 “...yes.” You speak haltingly, biting your tongue to keep more words from spilling out. Sure, it felt like a death sentence to have been born and raised here, but he doesn’t need to know that. You didn’t want him to know, but somehow you get the feeling that he does anyway, and your words are only confirmation. “I have to go get ready for work now.” Your voice is tight, your hands clenched into fists at your sides. His eyes seem to release their magnetic hold on you and you can breathe again as he leans against the wall. A hot breeze stirs the few curls at the nape of your neck that have escaped your pineapple puff at the top of your head. 

 “That’s okay, kitten. I’ll see you later.” He winks at you. God I fuckin’ hope not, you think vehemently, facing away as you make to cross the street.

 The sky above you is still endlessly blue, stretching clear and unbroken in every direction. You’d read somewhere that insanity was colored yellow, but as you looked up at the cloudless sky, you found yourself disagreeing—it was blue.

————

 Steve is already at the bar when you get there, seated in front of the beer taps and surrounded by his men. Leonard is there too, hiding in the storeroom as he pretends to take inventory, something you’ve never seen him do since you started working at the Snake when you were sixteen. You throw a black bar apron over your shorts, and check to make sure your wild mane of curls is adequately contained before you step behind the counter. 

 “Can I get a water, darlin’?” Pete slurs, already drunk, the remaining whiskey in his tumblr sloshing over the sides as he leans closer to you. “I’m powerful thirsty.” You resist the urge to wince at his breath. You can feel the weight of Steve’s eyes on you too, making you uneasy. 

 “ ‘Course, Pete.” You’re only allowed to go through one jug of water a night with the water rationing, and when Pete drains his glass and offers it up to you for a refill, you swallow thickly. “You know I can’t, Pete.” You try to sound as apologetic as possible, even though you’d rather see him kicked out on his ass than continue to serve him. He frowns at you, and slams the glass down, his finger jutting into your face accusingly. Water crazy, granny says again, her voice choked and dry like reeds in your mind. 

 “Y’know damn well it’s all a load of bullshit,” His words all jumble together as he shouts at you, his spit flecking your face. You flinch and wipe at it with your hand, cursing. 

 “Goddammit Pete, I don’t want to have to kick you out—” You did though, you really, really did—“but you’re not gonna be in here yellin’ like that!” You move to slap his hand out of your face, but you blink as your palm meets only open air. Steve had grabbed him, that easy, calm expression still on his face even as Pete struggles in his grip. Steve had at least a foot on Pete, and though Pete easily outweighs him, none of it was muscle. Steve holds him by the scruff of the neck with one hand, the other gripping his wrist tightly. It’s almost been comical—or it would be if your heart wasn’t threatening to beat out of your damn rib cage. 

 “You raise a hand to her again, and I’ll cut it off.” The entire bar was so silent, you could hear the dripping of the faucet way in the back. You hate this moment with all your being. You hate Pete’s fearful glance at you, as though you have some power over the mountain of a man holding onto him. You hate that he might be right; and some part of you gloats at this. You hate that you feel gratitude well up in your chest for half an instant. 

 “Steve, stop.” Your voice trembles, and you hate that too. He looks up at you curiously, as though he isn’t holding Pete by the neck like an overgrown puppy. 

 “He threatened you.” 

 “He’s drunk. He’s drunk and for the love of fuck just let him go!” Your voice cracks just a little with fear as you see his bright blue eyes narrow. “Please.” You add, and you see the fury lessen just a little. 

 “I like when you ask nice, kitten. One more time.” You feel humiliation heating your cheeks as your tongue wets your lips. 

 “Please.” 

 He nods. “When you get off work, we’re going for a ride, how’s that sound?” He asked, his knuckles still tight on Pete’s collar. This isn’t a conversation—it’s a negotiation. 

 “G-good. It sounds real good, Steve. Please let him go.” 

 He releases him instantly, and Pete sags to the ground like a bag of rice before he rights himself with a drunken wobble. He doesn’t look at you, nor at Steve as he runs for the door. You can’t help the sinking feeling that you’ve done something forbidden, something you can’t take back as Steve appraises you appreciatively. 

 Death.

 —————

 There’s only a little water in the jug at the end of the night, just enough for you to take a greedy mouthful, and splash the rest over your tired face. Pete didn’t come back, and the rest of the patrons refused to come by the bar to order, not with Steve sitting there like he owned it. 

 You’d closed early, and now your stomach was tight with anxiety as you prepared yourself. Where would he take you? Would you come back? Would you even want to? You dried your face with a clean bar-towel, before bidding Leonard an icy goodnight. You still hadn’t forgiven him for his cowardice, and you didn’t know if you ever would. 

 Steve waits for you outside, leaned against his pale bike. He grins at you, and for a moment—just a moment—you swear you see a forked tongue flick behind his teeth as he greets you. 

 “Hello, kitten.” 

 “Where are we going?” You ask stiffly, and he chuckles. 

 “I don’t want to ruin the surprise.” His warm hand smooths over your back, pushing you gently toward the bike. “Let’s get a move on, doll.” You reluctantly climb on, and he steadies you with gentle hands before climbing on himself. “Hold on.” He only gives you that single warning as he starts it up, the engine vibrating powerfully between your legs. 

 Dust whips against your legs as he takes off, and you hide your face against his back to shield it from the biting wind. It’s too loud to talk, and you’re grateful for that—you don’t want to hear that black honey voice in your ears, nor see the crystalline eyes you can’t help but speak truth to. You feel him turn the bike off the road, and you chance a peek over his shoulder. You squint into the wind before gasping—he was taking you into the desert. 

 You have no choice but to hold onto him, your heart pounding. You know how easy it is to get lost out here, how quickly the wind and dirt cover tracks. When he finally stops, the road is nowhere in sight, and the sky is brighter than Vegas above you. Steve pulls the helmet from his head and kicks his boot against the bike-stand. 

 “Come on, doll. I want to show you.” He removes a blanket from his saddlebag, and spreads it onto the ground. Steve smiles charmingly at you before holding a hand out expectantly. “Or should I go back and ask Pete how he’s holding up?” He spoke so jovially you almost miss the threat. You gulp audibly and reach for his hand. He pulls you down to the blanket, settling you between his legs. 

 “Cozy.” You say dryly, and he laughs. 

 “Look, it’s starting.” He pointed up at the star-lit sky. At first that was all you could see, a dazzling band of the milky way, unpolluted by bright city lights. And then—something bright streaked across the sky. And then another, and another. Meteor showers? I don’t remember hearing about any… You can’t help but gasp with awe as the night sky lit up even brighter. 

 “Do you like it?” He asks, his breath tickling the shell of your ear. 

 “I...it’s beautiful.” You said evasively, and he tucked a hand under your chin, holding your head still as you attempted to duck away. 

 “It’s for you.” He said, and a cold shiver ran down your spine. For me?

 And his name that sat upon him was Death.

 You jerked away from him, scrambling off of the blanket. Your fingers dig into the hard, dry earth as you watch him watching you, his expression neutral. The sky continues to explode with comets, bursting into color all around you. 

 “You don’t like the gift.” Steve’s voice is soft and disappointed, and you’re not sure if the mirrored emotions you see in his luminous eyes is genuine or false. 

 “What are you?” Your heart is hammering in your chest so loud you don’t think you’ll be able to hear his answer. But when he speaks, it’s like it’s reverberating inside your skull. 

 “What would you like me to be?” His eyes—those fucking eyes—are hot on you again, their weight moving across your skin. “I would be anything for you.” The air between you is heavy and thick, but instead of rain, you wish that the sky would crack open and the dark would swallow you whole, just to get away from him. A shiver runs down your spine at the thought—he is the dark. “I came here for you.” He says, though in your heart you already know this with absolute certainty. His eyes glow brighter in the dark, then, and for a moment, you see flickering blue flames in their endless depths.

        “I don’t have anything to give you.” You hate the way your voice shakes as you rebuff him—but how can it not when the Morningstar is sat in front of you, wearing the skin of a man like clothing? “I don’t have anything.”

 “Oh?” Steve purrs, rising to his feet. The dirt crunches under his boots as he steps towards you. Your eyes can’t help but follow him warily, watching as he began to circle you. He took a deep breath then, his nostrils flaring as his eyes roll to half mast. “I could smell you.”

 Your stomach trembled. “Stop it.” 

 “Your needs.” He circles closer. “Your desires. They all came to me on the wind.” You whimper, and he crouches in front of you, cupping your face with hands that are almost too warm for comfort. His breath puffs against your cheek as he leans closer, and looks up with a sardonic glare. “Do you think he’s listening, kitten?” 

 “I-I-I-don’t—” You try to pull away from him, but he won’t let you, forcing you to face him even as fear and something eerily similar to desire blooms in your belly. 

 “He’s abandoned you.” He licks his lips. “But I can save you. I can free you, kitten. Wouldn’t you like that?” Steve strokes his thumb affectionately across the swell of your cheek and you jerk. 

 “You’re lying!” You push helplessly at his arms, and he chuckles, shaking his head. 

 “Not about this.” His hand leaves your face, and he traces the exposed skin of your throat with a single finger. “Name your price, kitten. What would you have me do? Raise the dead?” A knowing smirk rests on his lips, and a choked sob escapes you. Why does he know you? As if reading your mind, the sardonic smile on his handsome face widens. “I know because you’re mine.” 

 Temptation sits heavily on your chest for the first time since Steve began offering you gifts. The devil smiles while he lies. To be free of Bane, to be really free… You had dreamt of destroying your own shackles when you were young, to free yourself from the generational curses of poverty and goddamn dust—but you couldn’t. You were withering away, rotting in Bane just like everything else. 

 No God had ever answered you, not when your father had blacked your eye at nine. Not when your mother had left you at your grandmother’s house, her hands shaking with need and promising that she’d “be back soon”—only to never return. He hadn’t answered you when you’d lowered your granny into her grave, dry earth covering the only person who had ever loved you. Silence. 

 “And what do you get? You ask breathlessly, your eyes dragging slowly up his face to meet his gaze. “My soul?” 

 “Yes.” He breathed, his lips only a hair’s breadth from your own. “And I will treasure it.” Steve’s mouth is almost burning hot as he growls against you, his tongue pressing insistently between your lips. You whimper, and he drinks it greedily, swallowing the sound as his arms encircle you, pulling you against his chest. When he finally pulls away, your lips are swollen and bruised from him, and he looks down at you with a pleased expression, admiring his handiwork. “Say you’re mine, and I will give you everything.” 

 “And if I say no?” You ask, though you already know the answer.

 “Kitten there is no place in heaven or hell that could stop me from coming for what’s mine.” Something cold and wet drips onto your scalp through your hair, while answering droplets form on your face and arms. It’s raining. The sky, which had been blazing bright with stars was now dark and foreboding as rain softly patters against the starved earth beneath your dusty knees.

 “I want to be free.” You whisper, your voice sounding traitorous to your own ears. Steve holds you tighter, sinking his teeth into the skin at your throat hard enough to bruise. 

 “Then freedom you shall have.” The light rain suddenly becomes a torrent, soaking the both of you. Steve is on you in an instant, pressing you into the mud as his hands rip furiously at your clothes. His mouth is hungry against your own, drinking every surprised cry and hesitant moan with equal fervor. His hands are everywhere, so much so that it seems like he’s got more than two; they are unhooking your bra and cupping your breasts, tracing a soft line on your dripping wet skin from your throat to the dip of your belly button. 

 “So soft,” He groans, following the same path with his tongue. “Waited so long for you…” Steve’s voice seems to double, a low growl and a needy, harsh moan all at once. You stiffen at his confession, and he chuckles, his fingers finding and plucking at your taut nipples. 

 “You waited for me?” 

 “I kept you safe,” He growls, his wet hands fisting in your now loose, messy curls. He runs his tongue up the side of your trembling throat. “Don’t you remember?” His tone is sardonic and angry. He runs his tongue along the shell of your ear. “Otis Arley.”

 Your back arched against him as he rolled your nipple between his thick fingers again, even as your eyes popped open in realization. Otis had moved away when you were teenagers. He was a bully—a violent one. He’d almost broken your arm one day, but… he’d started screaming, like he’d been beset by demons only he could see. His parents had left town shortly after.

 “Y-you did that?” 

 He hooked his thumbs underneath the plain white cotton panties plastered to your skin and grins at you. “I would do it again, and again, and again, if only for the pleasure of knowing that he can never touch you again.” He slides them down and his eyes narrow as he groans at the sight of you. You don’t have any more time or brainpower to consider Steve’s other appearances in your past as he swipes his thumb over your swollen clit. Mud is soaking through your ruined clothing beneath you, warm and wet on your back as the rain continues pouring down in wet sheets. 

 “So wet for me, kitten, like you should be,” He praises, thumbing your clit again as his other fingers slide tenderly through the soaked folds of your pussy. You bite your lip, silencing the moan that threatens to escape you, and Steve frowns. “No. Let me hear it.” A thick finger probes against your entrance, and the quiet whimper that leaves your parted lips makes him sigh with pleasure. He kisses your hip, nipping your skin with sharp teeth. 

 “Oh god,” You mumble, your hips arching shamefully into his hand. 

 “Not here, kitten.” He growls, his breath ghosting against the swollen petals of your sex. “Only me.” His tongue parts you eagerly, dipping down into your tight pussy and then back up to your clit in a maddening rhythm. Your eyes stare up unseeingly into the dark sky as he wrings pleasure from your trembling body, his fingers and tongue delving into you with abandon. The resolve to hold in your voice—to keep just this one thing from him—crumbles when he curls his finger inside you, a wild moan tears loose from your throat and drowns in the pouring rain. 

 “That’s it, doll.” Steve sucks hard on your clit and your body jackknifes, forcing him to push your hips back down with a firm hand. You’ve never felt this before, the hot pleasure arcing over your skin. Not alone, not with anyone else. You’re so close—so fucking close—to sweet, pleasurable oblivion that when Steve pulls away, swiping the back of his hand across his glistening mouth, you whine. He smiles down at you lovingly. “You made me wait so long, kitten. You can be patient for me.”

 Steve tugs the wet, clingy fabric of his shirt up over his head, and your eyes rake shamefully over the glistening, muscular planes of his chest. You reach up with a shaking hand, feeling the impossible heat of his skin under your palm. He moans softly at your touch, his fingers working feverishly at the button of his jeans. You let out a strangled gasp as he frees his cock, hard and throbbing from it’s confines. 

 He doesn’t give you time to be fearful, aligning himself with your entrance as your pussy throbs hotly. You don’t want to want this, but you do; every cell in your body is singing with his touch, and even when he sheathes himself inside you in a single thrust, you still ache for him. His hands are tight on your hips as he pants above you, his head thrown back with pleasure. 

 “So fucking tight…” Steve hisses, and you can only mewl in response. You’ve never been this full. Your pussy clenches around him hungrily and he growls, reaching beneath you to hoist you up, your hard nipples rubbing against his chest as he moves you lazily up and down his cock.

  “All mine.” His voice is a growl against your throat while his cock continues to split you open. You don’t have words to reply with as the head of his cock pushes against your cervix and you groan.You’re choking on pleasure, drowning in it as he presses inside of you over and over again. “Tell me you’re fuckin mine.” His hips snap up hard, and your pussy sucks at his cock, milking it. You whine and cry in his arms, your fingers raking reddened lines over his shoulders and back. “Tell me!”

 “Yours!” You gasp, and one of his hands fists in your hair, pulling your head back as he thrusts up into you. His mouth claims your own again furiously, and you aren’t sure if the wet squelches you hear echoing around you are from you or the rain. Your body feels like it’s on fire, Steve’s scorching touches burning across your skin, and his cock hard and hot inside you, branding you there too. He laves another kiss against your collar bone before he withdraws slowly, the head of his cock popping out of you wetly. 

 “On your knees, kitten.” You scramble to obey, intoxicated by him. “Good girl.” You position yourself for him, your hands slipping in the mud. Your pussy clenches wantonly at his praise, and Steve groans at the sight of it, fisting his hand around his cock as he taps it against your ass. He slides it down to probe at your cunt again, and although he was just inside you, it’s just as tight of a fit as before and he lets out a ragged moan. “Fuckin’ meant to be mine.”

 Your answering shout is lost in the rain as he fills you again, fucking you open until your arms collapse beneath you, and your forehead falls onto them, his arms the only thing holding your hips up. You’re muttering gibberish now, praise and prayers that fall only on his ears as he drives you relentlessly toward ecstasy. 

 “That’s it,” He snarls, leaning over your back to nip at the back of your throat. “You like being ruined on this cock, don’t you kitten?” Another sharp snap of his hips forces a groan from your throat. You could feel the cord tightening in your belly, pleasure building like a wave behind your closed eyes. “Gonna fill this pussy up, kitten, let everyone know it’s mine,” He rasps, reaching below you to circle your clit with deft fingers. 

 “Oh fu-uck,” You moan, your voice haggard even to your own ears as your body trembles. His cock parts you again as Steve’s fingers pull at your clit. A high, keening sound escapes your hoarse throat as you come apart on his cock, sucking it hungrily inside your spasming cunt. You clench again as you feel the heat of his cum spread inside you, his hips jerking as he groans long and loud. 

 And then darkness. 

 ————

 You wake as Steve carries you over to the bike. It’s still raining, though it’s slowed to a drizzle now, misting softly against your face. You’re naked but for his jacket, and your thighs are still sticky with him. He sits astride it easily, your small form still held tightly to his chest. 

 “Awake, kitten?” He asks, his voice rumbling in his chest pleasantly as you press your ear to it. Thump. Thump. Thump. You pull your head away, your brows furrowing. 

 “I never thought the devil would have a heartbeat.” He strokes your head with one hand. You don’t feel much different than you did before, except… lighter, perhaps. 

 “Would you prefer I didn’t?” 

 “No.” 

 You shiver, though not from cold as you peer over his shoulder. Inexplicably, you are only feet from the roadside. Additionally, all of his men are there, lined up silently and waiting, as if for orders. You hide behind Steve’s shoulder once more, and a low murmur moves through the crowd of men behind him. 

 He kickstarts the white bike and it flares to life below you.

  “Ride!” he shouts, and you hear a chorus of answering shouts and the roar of engines. They begin peeling off one by one, racing off into the dark. 

 “Am I… are we going back?” You ask quietly as he secures the kickstand with a practiced kick. 

 “No.” 

 You were damned in Bane, cursed to walk it’s empty streets until the desert reclaimed what man had stolen from it—but now… perhaps this devil, the one you didn’t know, was better than the one you did. 

 “Okay.” 

 And when Steve took off into the night, carrying you with him, you heard your grandmother one final time. 

 And I looked, and behold a pale horse: and his name that sat upon him was Death. 

Fin.

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[gotnofucks]

The Unreformed Rake

Pairing: soft!dark Ransom Drysdale x Reader

Summary: Ransom Drysdale is a notorious rake, but he seems to have taken a shine to you. When he plans to make you his, nothing would stand in his way. No is not a word he understands.

Words: 3k

Warnings: Slightly dubcon touching, fingering, semi-public touching, forced marriage hinted, 18 + Only

A/N: This is my submission to Siri’s 5k Softdark challenge. Congratulations love @stargazingfangirl18​ , you do us hoes so proud and keep our punanis so happy! I chose the prompt “Come on, just a little taste”. It’s highlighted in the text.

If your corset was a millimeter more tighter, you’d be dead. The mammas cared more about getting their daughters married off than about them making it alive through the ball. You were glad that as a second daughter you didn’t have too many eyes on you. All you had to do was let three to four men twirl you around the dancefloor to appease your mother, and then you could sit back and enjoy watching your older sister Anika try to catch a husband.

Mostly, the balls weren’t too bad. You got to meet with your friends and eat some delicious food without the constant supervision of your mother, sometimes you’d even find a decent dance partner who wouldn’t step on your toes or whose hands wouldn’t wander south of your back. You could have made it through the evening unscathed had one handsome rake not made an appearance.

The moment Lord Huge Ransom Drysdale stepped into the hall, all eyes were on him. And his were on you. He made a spectacular vision, donning the bright colours that most gentlemen stayed away from, and yet he looked more masculine than any of them. The eyes of every unwed lady followed his movements, their mothers urging them to approach him despite his reputation.

Everyone knew Huge Ransom Drysdale was a notorious rake; his stories were told at tea parties in hushed tones and often accompanied by giggles. He was proficient in the art of leaving a trail of broken hearts and stuttering men, but more than that, he was a master at getting under your skin. His eyes hadn’t left you for a moment, fixating on you and your current dance partner who was glued to your side like lichens to rock.

“You dance most marvelously Miss Y/N, would you do me the honour of the next one too?” He asked, looking smitten at you.

“Now now Allen, you wouldn’t hog Miss Y/N’s attention all for yourself, would you?” Lord Drysdale’s mocking voice carried over to you, the man walking languidly until he stood before you. “There are a number of other ladies in want of a partner, if you’d be kind enough to relent Miss Y/N’s hand to me.”

Allen bowed to him, recognizing the superior title and the man who held it. Placing a small kiss on the back of your hand, he beat a hasty retreat from you side like the coward you knew him to be. Lord Drysdale chuckled, raising a brow at you before offering you his arm. You had half a mind to turn your nose at him and storm away, but your mother would have conniptions if she learnt you said no to a Lord.

“You have a lot of nerve and no tact Your Lordship” You said in a whisper, allowing him to grip your hand and bring you closer. The music began and he spun you out gracefully before bringing you back into his body, much closer than was socially acceptable. His fingers were firm around yours, the hand on your waist tight, singeing the flesh underneath with his touch.

“You know I am a tactless bastard, that shouldn’t be news to you.” He said with a charming smile that could fool anybody but you. He put a façade better than any theater artist you knew. He led you around the other dancing bodies dexterously, not looking away from your face. After a moment, he abruptly asked, “Who were those three morons you danced with earlier? Didn’t I sent word that you must keep your dance card empty but for me?”

An appalled gasp escaped you and it was with restraint you kept yourself from bolting away from him. “Are you having me watched?”, You hissed in anger, wrinkling your forehead. “Who the hell do you think you are?”

“Of course I have people keeping an eye on you. Can’t let anything happen to my future wife.”

Because you couldn’t leave, you did the next best thing. You stepped on his toe with all your might, digging your hell into his feet until he groaned in pain. He retaliated by moving his hand from your waist to your backside, giving a firm squeeze to your ass that had you choking on a scandalized scream.

“Hugh!” You chided through gritted teeth, looking around quickly to see if someone had noticed. Amidst the sea of dancers, nobody focused on you alone, but it would be enough to ruin a lady’s reputation.

“You know that’s not what you call me.”

His blue eyes turned darker, more challenging and predatory as he leaned closer until his chest brushed against you. You struggled, trying to put distance between you as discreetly as possible but he wouldn’t give.

“Let go!” You said, digging your nails into his shoulder to no avail. The thick padding of his clothes prevented any harm.

“Say my name.”

It was an order, one that if not met would hold consequences. People thought they knew the philandering Lord Drysdale, but they had little inkling to the danger that resided just beneath the surface. You knew. Your gaze dropped away from his, head a little bowed in defeat.

“Ransom.” You whispered, and he let out a shuddering breath as if his name on your lips had taken away more from himself than from you. He wouldn’t let you address him as anything else, not you who he claimed would be wearing his ring soon.

The dance slowed to a stop, people clapping, and you pushed away from him, halfheartedly joining in the applause. Ransom stood too close, his hand on your waist still fast and you slapped it away in irritation.

“Look, just stay away from me. I don’t want mamma to see us together.” You said, weaving through the throngs of people and trying to escape him. He followed, keeping at your heels with no problem, playfully pulling at your sleeve.

“Stay away?” He scoffed, almost as if in wonder of your audacity to even demand that. “You’re gonna be Lady Drysdale soon, you need to get used to my presence. I will always be close. Very close.”

You turned on him, raising a finger and wagging it in his face. Heat was settling over your face and neck, seeping beneath your neckline and into your chest that was heaving. Ransom’s eyes trained on the rise and fall of your breast, a wolfish grin on his face as he licked his lips in appreciation and anticipation.  

“I am not going to marry you Ransom!” You yelled in a whisper, amazed at his arrogance. “You keep away from me.”

In a second his fingers encircled your wrist, pulling you away from the floor into the shadowy corners as you protested. Sweeping aside the curtains, he pushed you into an alcove, pressing you in deeper with his body as the curtains fell again to shield you from curious eyes.

“We’ll have to do something about that mouth of yours.” He hissed cruelly, caging you between his massive arms. “You can’t go around speaking to me like this.”

His face neared yours, eyes dark and dangerous as they glared into you, his mouth opening slowly. You knew what was going to happen and you turned your face at the last second, his lips finding your cheek instead. Warm breath fanned your already heated skin, a flutter of butterflies setting your nerves astray.

“Stop! This isn’t proper.” You said, squirming as Ransom refused to back away. He chuckled in derision, forcefully turning your face to his. You hated how he still looked so beautiful, despite the sneer and arrogance.

“Wouldn’t be the first time we did it. Or did you forget about those stolen moments after the lakeside picnics? What about those walks in the park where I’d press you into a bark of tree and ravish this sinful mouth? We’re long past proper my darling, and the only reason your virtue is intact is because I am affording you the dignity to keep it until our wedding night.”

Your gaze lowered in mortification, those shameful moments coming back to you as flashes behind your eyelids. He had been far too powerful, too intense to refuse. In your weakness, you’d allowed him liberties that made guilt settle like weight on your chest every time your mother bragged about your modesty to other mammas.

“That was my mistake, Ransom. I’m supposed to marry a man of impeccable standing, someone who holds everyone’s good opinion. After Anika gets herself a man, it’ll be me, and my mother would never marry me off to a rake like you.”

His chest expanded in indignation under your hands, and he held you steady as he ground himself against you. Anger, jealousy, and sheer disbelief at your words was evident in his glare, and you shivered in fear as his lips skimmed over your jaw.

“You will marry me, mamma or no mamma. There is nothing I wouldn’t do to make you mine.” He promised, eyes glinting in warning. “What’s that saying? A reformed rake makes the best husband, ain’t it?”

“You’re not reformed.” You countered, captive in his hold. A part of you that you refused to acknowledge didn’t want to leave at all.

“That’s true.” Ransom said, smirking. “I am a rake, its time I play to my reputation.”

He kissed you hard, his tongue pushing past your lips without preamble. You couldn’t help moaning into his mouth, your fingers clutching his collar for dear life, knees threatening to collapse as he kissed you like a man starved. You knew he had a talented tongue by his charming words, but there was more to it than merely speaking. He discovered you, explored you like an untouched cave and brought you back to life.

Nobody could make you feel like he did. You had no patience for conceited, blustering men, but Ransom was more than that. He was a force that overpowered your life like winds did to fallen leaves. He carried you with himself, unrelenting, persistent. He was passionate and hungry, he was obsessed. After the first time he had kissed you in the park, he promised he wouldn’t kiss anyone again. He promised he’d make you his, and that if any man tried to claim what belonged to him, it would end in a duel.

In his kiss, you felt his possessiveness. You felt his raw power and lust that had led you to sin on more than one occasion. Saying no to him was difficult, mainly because you were most yourself when with him. He gave you wings unknowingly. He gave you the freedom to rebel unknowingly. To him, it was your claiming. But hadn’t you claimed him too in one kiss? Hadn’t you transformed the rake into a marriageable sort in one kiss?

“Ransom, we can’t.” You breathed against his lips, both your mouths swollen and glistening.

“Yes we can. We will.”

His hand ventured south of your neck, dipping into your neckline and brushing against the plump swell of your breast. You sputtered, not knowing if you were urging him or objecting. He pressed you hard into the wall, trailing his lips from your neck to your chest, sucking and nibbling with utmost patience and care. You whimpered at his assault, soft mewls spilling from your mouth and you rested your head back, unable to control the heat that simmered in your core.

“There is no power in the world that can stop me from making you my wife.” He said, looking right into your eyes as he sharply pulled and tore a rip into your bodice. You screeched, thumping your fists against his chest before he gathered them in one arm and held them above your head. “This is just a preview of what will happen between us when you take my ring and name.”

Pushing away the limp fabric from your breast, his mouth enveloped your nipple in one fell swoop. You cried out in pleasure, his warmth spreading into your own body and you feared you’d burn. A fire was simmering between your legs, wet and wanting, chanting his name. His teeth gently grazed your nipple, causing you to whimper, a sound he captured in his mouth.

“Look at me.” He ordered, and you opened your eyes without having realized they were closed. The blue in his had never been darker, almost black like the night sky that swallowed down everything in its path.

“Please don’t.” You begged. “I have sisters whose reputation are tied with mine. You’ll ruin us all.”

Ransom smiled, and you gulped because he looked almost tender. As his fingers trailed down your front to gather the layers of skirt above your knees, he bumped his nose in yours. “Never. I am a Thrombey-Drysdale. I’ll take you, and I’ll save your family. Everything I own is yours.”

The look in his eyes was such that you didn’t protest as he traced your thighs, approaching the apex. He didn’t look away as he reached your moist core, nor when he found your sensitive nub and ran circles around it with his fingers. You moaned, biting your lip to stifle your voice as his breathing picked up. Your scent filled the small niche you were in, his chest digging into yours, hand buried between your legs.

A strangled cry did escape when you felt him at your weeping entrance, threatening to breach the untouched walls of your virtue. You shook your head, asking him not to cross the boundary that will change everything between you.

“Come on, just a little taste.” He urged, pressing inside with one finger. He delved in slowly, his intrusion felt against the spongy walls of your sex and you trembled. You were panting you realized, hips gyrating almost subconsciously to mirror his movements.

“Ransom” You moaned, pushing forward. You had to do something, anything. You felt about ready to combust.

“I know. I know. Look at me and remember the pleasure I can give you. Remember the love I will shower on you.”

Another finger joined the first, stretching you until it burnt. You held onto his arms, breath coming in sharp intervals as he moved in and out, the obscene sounds of your essence mixing in with your laboured breathing.

“Do you feel the fire my darling?” Ransom asked, and you nodded. He rested his forehead on yours, forcing you to meet his eyes as he sped up, the heel of his hand digging into your nub. “Look into my eyes and let go. Come, now.”

Your back arched and your pressed forward into his body, quacking in pleasure as sensations that had no name wrecked your whole body. Your teeth sank into his neck to hold in your scream, whole body vibrating and undulating in ecstasy. You remained like this until you caught your breath, sweat gathering above your lips and brow. He looked ravenously at you. He looked in awe too.

Raising his hand, he showed you his fingers soaked in your wetness and slowly he brought them to his mouth and sucked. You gulped, suddenly feeling empty as Ransom closed his eyes in the relish of your taste. When he finally looked at you again, you knew you were lost. The wolf had had his taste of blood. There was no escaping.

He kissed you slow and soft, sharing your taste with you and pulling you closer into him. It didn’t seem like he would part. For all you knew, the world had burnt away leaving only this niche in the wall intact, two people who were just learning to explore each other the only ones alive.

“Do you know, or should I say?” He asked, and you sucked in a breath. Who would have thought this day would come?

“Say it.” You answered. You knew, oh yes. But you needed to hear. You needed to watch those beautiful lips curve around words that bound you to him in something far more potent than marriage.

“I love you.” He said, sincerely, truly and with no hesitation. He loved you. Lord Hugh Ransom Drysdale loved you. Your eyes glistened with unshed tears and you stood on your toes to brush a kiss against his lips.

“I love you, Your Lordship.”

His arms came around you so strong that they felt like chains. You stayed in his embrace, disheveled and disoriented. You never expected your evening would have ended like this.

“Remember my love, then. And forgive me.” Ransom said. Before you could ask him what he meant, he threw apart the curtains that contained your sin and bared you to the world. The first person gasped aloud, and then ten more. You stood paralyzed, holding a hand against your chest to conceal the peeking flesh behind.

Ransom stood before you, nonchalant. Whispers flew around, taking the form of a vicious wind that swept across the ballroom until your mother was running towards you, scandalized. She took one look at you and staggered back, falling behind on the people who rushed forward to help.

“You – no. It couldn’t be.” She sobbed, holding a hand to her heart as if asking it to stay inside. You couldn’t say anything, shame written on every part of you. Ransom cleared his throat before looking at you softly, uncaring of others who gossiped when his lips pressed on your forehead.

“I plan to do right by Miss Y/N.” He announced, removing his coat and draping it around you. Pulling you out from the alcove, he put an arm around you and tugged you at his side. He glanced at you mother who was on the verge of fainting, a small tilt to his lips. “Madam, with your blessings, I would like to wed your daughter and make her an honest woman.”

You hid your face into his chest, not bothering to see your mother’s response. He had compromised you. He had ruined you. Ransom Drysdale didn’t take a no, and he fought hard for what he wanted.

“I hate you.” You whispered, heartbroken. Had he waited, you’d have said yes yourself. Ransom read the question in your gaze and stroked the curve of your cheek.

“I have done my waiting. No more of it. You’re mine now.”

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[saiyanprincessswanie]

You Will Love Me

Pairing: Dark!Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 2546

Warnings: Possessive Ex-husband, Kidnapping, Non/Dub-con, Oral (F - receiving), unprotected smut, light bondage, forced orgasm, fingering, cussing

Summary: After your divorce, you decided to leave New York behind and head to a small town in Montana to start over. On a cool, autumn afternoon you head out to the flea market in search of items for your place. There you stumble upon a man selling paintings and drawings. Something doesn’t feel right about him. He seems familiar to you. What happens when your past comes back into your life and doesn’t want to let you go?

The is for @stargazingfangirl18​ 5K Soft Dark Challenge. Congrats on the 5K followers! Quote is in bold.

Thank you to @music-culture-mythology​ & @bxccxdxll​ for beta reading this for me. Divider by @whimsicalrogers​

A/N: DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 YEARS OLD.

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Today was supposed to be the start of a new life without the overbearing husband you once had. As soon as the divorce was finalized with your reluctant ex, you packed your car and left New York. How foolish of you to think that you could get away from him. No matter how far you traveled fear consumes your mind that he would find you. 

Steve Rogers was America’s golden boy and a hero to the world. But behind closed doors, he was anything but that. Steve was possessive, controlling every aspect of your life and finances. It got to the point you couldn’t see your friends or family without him by your side. Of course, the ones you loved dearly saw no harm in Steve. This played to his advantage when you wanted to leave him. No one could understand why you would ruin a perfect relationship. They blamed you for the failed marriage as Steve could do no wrong in their eyes. This is why you left everyone behind and never looked back.

You headed out west and finally came across the small town of Whitefish in Montana. The town had a population of over seven thousand people. It was known as a resort town where people came to ski in the wintertime or go hiking in the Glacier National Park. You never expected to settle down here with people constantly coming and going, but the sight of the mountains and beautiful lake drew you in. 

There was so much to do in the area that you never had to worry about being bored like you were in New York. Hiking, biking trails, and kayaking on the lake were just some of your favorite things to do. Today, you found yourself wandering the flea market on a cool autumn afternoon. The people in this town were friendly and made light conversation as you walked from booth to booth.

You found yourself approaching a booth with a man in his thirties surrounded by beautiful drawings. Your eyes scanned the different sceneries that were sketched from the area. The drawings were so well done it was as if someone had taken a picture.

“See anything you like?” The man asked.

You looked up at the man in front of you. He was definitely handsome up close and his smile was friendly. “There are so many amazing drawings and paintings.” Your eyes caught one painting in particular of the mountains that you have come to know so well. The colors of the fall trees that sat below it made you think back to the New England fall leaves. “I think this one would look great in the house.”

The man nodded his head. “This one is my favorite. It reminds me of back home.”

You handed him the money that the price showed on it. “Oh, where are you from?” 

He took the money from you and chuckled. “I'm originally from back east but came out here to escape the craziness of city life. How about yourself?”

A hesitant giggle escaped your lips. “Um, same here. I was needing a fresh start and this place captured my heart.” You went to pick up the large painting when he stopped you from lifting it. 

“Tell you what, how about I hold onto this until you are done looking around. Then I can help load this into your vehicle for you.” His blue eyes stared back into yours and an odd feeling came over you. 

“You don’t have to do that…”

“It’s not a big deal,” he interrupted. 

Mentally you were at war with yourself. Those blue eyes reminded you of Steve but clearly, this wasn’t him. The people in this town were always so kind and helpful. This man was just trying to be nice. “Okay, as long as you don’t mind. I will be done in another hour.”

“Sounds good sweetheart. I’ll be here when you get back.” You nodded at him before turning and walking back to view the other vendors.

The clouds from overhead started to darken as you continued to walk around the market. Within minutes the rain started to fall gently from the sky. You started to make your way back to the gentleman who was selling his art so you could get it to your car before it was ruined. When you showed up at his table all the paintings and drawings were gone. Where could he have gone?

As the rain picked up more a voice startled you. “Hey, there sweetheart. Sorry to frighten you.” 

Taking a breath you tried to get your breathing under control. “It’s okay. Did you sell out of your work?”

The man chuckled. “I wish. I saw the storm coming in and decided to pack it up for the day so it didn’t get ruined. I have yours in my van so it would stay dry. Are you done for the day?”

“Yeah, I’m done. I just picked up a few odds and ends. But I’m ready to grab the painting if that’s alright with you?”

“Of course it is. This way doll.” The pet name caused a chill to run down your spine as you followed after him. Every red flag tried to pop into your mind. It told you not to follow him but your legs kept carrying you further away from the people at the market and into the parking lot. The van that he was leading you to just so happened to be parked by your car. He looked back at you and smiled gently. Your stomach flipped from the nerves that were starting to build more as you got closer to the van. He opened the sliding door and put a knee on the inside. “Just need to slide this out. I’m going to need your help.” You kept walking closer. It felt like this was going to be a death sentence but as you got to his side you saw that the painting was stuck. You released a breath of relief as you leaned inside to help maneuver it. 

As soon as you were halfway inside the van his left arm wrapped around your waist, he pulled you inside and shut the door with his right hand. You instantly started to fight against him but he was too strong for you to overpower. As you continued to kick out and struggle against him you felt a quick prick to your neck. Slowly you started to lose feeling in your limbs and the fight finally left your body. Your eyes started to flutter as you fought to stay awake. The man placed you on your back and watched your struggle. His hand goes to his neck and you watch in horror as a hologram face was pulled off revealing Steve underneath. He was sporting a beard that you once loved to run your fingers through. A sinister smile graced his face. “I told you I would find you.” Those were the last words you heard before you lost consciousness.

You slowly open your eyes and glance around the room. How in the hell did you get to this bedroom? Your anxiety kicks up as you realize your hands are bound to the headboard and you are left in only a bra and panties. “No, no this can’t be happening. Someone, anyone! Help me!” You try to pull at the bindings but it is no use, you’re not going anywhere.

Footsteps are heading to the room as tears fill your eyes. Your mind brings you back to how you found yourself in this predicament. The man who sold you the painting was Steve in disguise. You knew something was wrong and against your better judgment, you still followed him. “Scream all you want, doll, no one is going to hear you. This place is soundproof.” He stalks into the room and takes in your state of undress. He licks his lips as his eyes rake over your form. 

Your teary eyes watch him as he discards his shirt and jeans, leaving him in only his black boxer briefs. Even with time apart from him, he still looks devilishly handsome. His arms flex as he sits on the bed next to you. “I’ve thought a lot about you since that divorce was finalized. Thought about how to win you over again. When you ran all the way out here I was mad at first but then I realized something. We won’t have to worry about the media interfering with our relationship like last time. You won’t be able to spit those lies about me again to gain sympathy.”

“They weren’t lies Steve. You were controlling, mean, possessive. I mean look at what you are doing now!” Your face snapped to the side as your cheek exploded from the pain of being hit. A whimper escaped your lips as you knew you pissed him off.

“Dammit, why do you make me do things like that?” He asked as his hand gently turned your face to look at him. “I’m sorry I shouldn’t have lost my temper. I’ve been doing so well at controlling it and then you had to open your mouth like that. Look, I know our marriage wasn’t perfect. I will admit I could have done things better. That’s why we are going to start over now. Clean slate.” Steve climbs on top of you, rips your bra and panties off your body leaving them in tatters on the ground. You try to wiggle your lower half away from him as he kisses his way down your stomach.

“Please, don’t do this.” You try to sound like you don’t want this but you feel yourself growing wet from him kissing your skin sensually. 

His hands firmly push your thighs apart and you feel his finger gently brush against your wet folds. “Seems to me you are enjoying yourself. Did you already forget how good I can make you feel?”  His warm tongue runs through your wet folds and up to your clit making you sigh from the contact. Steve smirks to himself as he knows you won’t last long. He begins to eat your pussy like a man starved. Every flick of his tongue, suck of your clit brings you higher and higher. You try to fight off the building orgasm but Steve knows just what your body needs. He has always been able to play it like a fine-tuned instrument. Steve inserts two of his fingers into your pussy and lightly makes a come hither motion. Your breathing picks up as you bite your lip refusing to give him what he wants. “Stop being so damn stubborn and cum for me.” His lips latch onto your clit and he lightly sucks the pearl into his mouth while his fingers work you. That was all you needed to make you cry out your orgasm for him. 

Steve pulls away from you, licking your arousal off his lips and fingers. You could see his beard was glistening from your release. Quickly Steve removed his boxer briefs and stroked his hard cock a few times. “God I can’t wait to be inside you again.” Sitting back on his ankles he lifts your hips and runs his cock through your wet pussy a few times. Once he is covered in your arousal he grabs his cock, placing the tip at your entrance and sinking into you. Steve groans from the feeling of your pussy hugging him tightly. “Still as good as the first time.” He rolls his hips and sets a soft, slow pace. His hands are on your hips holding you just the way he wants so his cock can stroke that spot that makes you see stars. Steve can tell you are trying to fight it but this is a losing battle for you. “It’s okay to enjoy this sweetheart. I know you are by the way you’re gripping me tightly.”

Fresh tears fall from the corner of your eyes as he starts to pick his pace up. He really does know every spot within you that drives you wild. A choked moan escapes your lips on a particularly hard thrust. There was no fighting this, all you could do was let him take what he wants. If you let him use you maybe he would let you go. Another moan tore through you as he fucked into you harder.

“That’s it doll. I knew you wanted this. Fuck.” His hips snapping harder into you as your mewls filled the room. His right-hand leaves your hip and moves between your bodies. You feel his thumb start rubbing your pearl. Your orgasm is building so quickly that your moans grow higher pitched. 

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing but at that moment it didn’t matter. All you wanted was to feel that release that only he could give you. “Please…” It was the only thing you could say at the moment as he took you apart piece by piece. 

“Since you asked so sweetly,” Steve growled out as he pounded into you making the headboard bounce off the wall with every thrust into you. With a sharp snap of his hips, he found your spot that made you see stars. You moaned as your second orgasm washed over you, making your whole body tremble. Steve pulled out, released you from the wrist bindings, and flipped you onto your stomach. His hands grasped your hips and pulled you to your knees. Steve pushed back into you and chased his release. “Tell me you’re mine.” He pulls your body against his, hand wrapped around your throat. His panting is hot against your ear as he quickened his pace.

“I-I’m yours, Steve.” You can no longer fight him. He was right, a part of you did want this and at this moment you let him take what he wanted. Harder and faster he fucked you until you felt his hips start to falter. A few hard thrusts had him coming deep inside you as he moaned your name to the heavens. Steve pulled out of you and you both collapsed on the bed. You shuttered as you felt his cum leaking out of your pussy. The thought of being pregnant with his kid made you feel sick to your stomach. 

Steve laid on his back and pulled you close to him, resting your head on his chest. He could feel you trembling against him as your warm tears fell against his skin. “It’s going to be okay doll. We are going to start over and I’m going to get you pregnant. We’ll have the family we always wanted.” He tilted your head to look at him. “Hey, I’m doing this for us. I love you so much.”

Staring into his blue eyes you whispered, “But I don’t want this Steve. I can’t love you again.”

Steve kissed your forehead. “Shhh, sweet girl, it’s okay, I promise you’ll learn to love me.” He held you tight, leaving you to your thoughts. You would never be able to run from him. This was your life now and there was no running from this monster ever again.

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[mypoisonedvine]

peaches & cream || soft!dark Jake Wyler x reader

for @stargazingfangirl18​'s 5k challenge! I used the prompt, "the town golden boy isn’t as sweet as everyone thinks."

word count: 3.6k

warnings: smut (noncon), stalking/obsession, some degradation/negging (but lots of praise during the actual smut), kinda yandere vibes?, touch of breeding kink at the end, definitely flirting with the boundary between soft!dark and regular dark but I like to think it’s a fine line

“Sorry, but that’s a seasonal flavor,” the girl at the counter explained in a snarky monotone.

“Well, yeah, but isn’t it still… the season?” you pressed; normally you weren’t the sort of person to argue with a cashier over a milkshake, but the look she was giving you made you feel like she was holding out on you— especially when the promotional poster for the very thing you were trying to order was just behind her head, and said the flavor was available for two more days.

“We’re out,” she answered firmly, but then her face suddenly shifted to a much more pleasant expression as you heard the chime of the front door opening behind you.  

You felt his body hovering behind yours just as his hand laid on the counter beside you, caging you in.  It was even more unsettling with the context that there was a whole line of people waiting behind you already.

“I’ll get your usual,” the girl promised to the man beside with a flirtatious smile as she disappeared to the back, returning almost instantly with a shake in her extended hand.  “Peaches and cream milkshake— extra whipped cream, no cherry.  Enjoy!”

Your eyes widened at the reading of your own order.  “I thought you were out!” you protested, going completely ignored.

"If you were my girl, this sort of thing wouldn't need to happen."

You recoiled from Jake's voice in your ear, and he smiled in spite of your snarl, bringing the straw to his lips slowly.  With a shudder you walked away, deciding it was probably better to forgo a milkshake anyways— especially if it was a chance to avoid everyone’s favorite senior, the football king who basically owned the whole town for no other reason than being good-looking, athletic, and allegedly “charming” or whatever.

Of course, he followed you, sitting across from you in a booth and silently shooing his posse of fellow teammates to go off and give you two some space.  If only he would give you space.

“We can share,” he offered as he held the milkshake out towards you.  “I know it’s your favorite… it’s mine too.”

“I’ve lost my appetite,” you explained quickly as you pulled a book out of your backpack, intent on ignoring him since you couldn’t physically force him to leave.

He shrugged and returned to sucking on the straw, watching you unwaveringly as you tried to read your book— staring at the page was going well, but you couldn’t seem to actually get any words down.  Had you forgotten English as a written language or something?

“Could you leave?” you finally asked as you groaned and looked up from your book.  “You’re distracting me.”

“I’m literally just sitting here,” he reminded you.

“And it’s distracting!”

He smirked proudly.  “My presence tends to have that effect on people.  Nothing to be embarrassed about.”

You rolled your eyes, burying your face back in your book.  “You know, you may have everybody else fooled, but someday you’re gonna have to leave this pathetic little town and go into the real world where throwing a ball isn’t a career and nobody fawns over you just because you have the audacity to be attractive.”

He chuckled lightly.  “Right, because you have those big city dreams of yours, but believe it or not some of us like this ‘pathetic’ little town.”

“Well, of course you would,” you snorted.  “Your dad’s the mayor and your girlfriend’s the head cheerleader.”

“My ex-girlfriend,” he corrected, finally getting your attention enough to make you shut your book.

“What?” you blurted out.

“Yeah, she dumped me,” he explained plainly.

“Why would she do that?” you asked, making him look much too proud of himself again.  “Finally snapped out of the brainwashing, huh?” you added, effectively killing his smug expression.

“I guess you could say that.  She met some college guy from out of town… I think her parents liked me too much, she needed a bit more rebellion.”

“Well, my condolences to you,” you smiled, “and my congratulations to her.”

“I thought you hated her,” he scoffed.

“Well, now she and I have something in common: a complete lack of interest in you!”

“I mean, I wouldn’t go that far,” he smirked, “she still comes over every now and again to suck my cock.”

You choked on nothing, face getting warm at his crude language.  He didn’t talk like that with anyone else; it was so cruel the way he kept everybody in town under his spell except you, the way he let you in on his real darkness with no one else to confide in or believe you.  

It was so fundamentally lonely, being the one person who wasn’t in love with Jake Wyler.  It was even worse being the one person Jake Wyler loved.

At least, that was the word he used multiple times in his semi-anonymous letters, his incessant calls and emails, his speeches outside your window.  He’d actually cooled off lately, you wondered if maybe he had finally let go of this ‘the one thing I can’t have’ obsession and learned to appreciate his girlfriend (who, for all her personality flaws, was objectively gorgeous, and seemed to at least be nice to him if nobody else).

But now that she left him (which you were still trying to process, honestly), you were surprised he hadn’t already moved on to the next best wannabe model and/or reinstated his campaign to win you over.

Then again, the look in his eye kind of made you think you were about to witness the second one.

“You know, when she does come over, I can only ever finish because I’m thinking about you,” he revealed in a low voice.  You grimaced and slid out of the booth, stuffing your book into your bag and barely managing to throw him a goodbye before you dashed out.  

It wasn’t like you really thought you could get away from him— he had made it clear over and over that you couldn’t— but the idea of being crammed in that booth with him, surrounded throughout the diner by his adoring fans who somehow didn’t manage to overhear him when he said those awful things, made you feel nauseous.

What you should’ve considered was that, fans or not, those people were witnesses, and now that you were running out into the dark streets of the town and he was chasing after you, you didn’t have any.  It was just you and him, and when you turned into an alleyway to try to get home faster, even the dim glow of the streetlights couldn’t see you anymore.

“Hey,” he stopped you with a tight grip on your arm, pulling you back into him.

“Let me go!” you whined, trying to tug yourself away but only ensuring that his hand would leave a bruise on your arm.  

“I will when you just hear me out, okay?” he hissed, spinning you around to look up at him.  "Why don't you just give me a chance?  Don't you wanna be popular?" 

"I don't want to be anything that requires being within ten yards of you!" you spat.

He seemed bewildered, but you knew he wasn’t actually that stupid.  "Why?"

"Because you know why!"

He sighed, slumping his shoulders a little.  "Are we still on that, really?  I told you, you should take it as a compliment.  You know how many girls would kill to catch me jerking off in their panties?"

"You're sick, Jake,” you sighed, “and you're really good at hiding it from everyone else but I know what you really are.  You told me you needed help with algebra and I actually believed you, for months you were lying to me to get close so you could perv on me when you already had a girlfriend and two side chicks anyways— god, Jake, you're crazy!"

You yelped when he pinned you to the wall, blue eyes darker than ever.  "I really, really hate that word."

Against the wall, your back straightened as you felt the tone shift completely for a moment before he was back to his jovial self again, giving you a somber but almost-genuine smile.

“The only kind of crazy I am is crazy about you,” he defended with a laugh, leaning in a little closer.  “Why can’t you see that?”

As his eyes moved from your own to your lips, a renewed sense of fear shot through you.  “Jake…” you mumbled, apparently your feeble attempt to ask him to stop.

“Just one kiss,” he bargained, “and then I’ll let you go.  Okay?  That’s all I need.”

“N-no,” you whimpered, turning your head away as he leaned in even further.  “Stop.”

“Come on, it’s just a kiss, baby,” he cooed.  “Then you can leave.  Hey, you might actually like it.  You know, I think that’s what you’re really scared about… and I get it!  When I first realized I was in love with you, it was scary for me, too— I mean, I’m the most important guy in town and you’re just some bookworm, it’s sort of social suicide for me so I had a lot to worry about.”

There he went with his negging again, trying to bring you down to his level.  Your brain knew that, it saw right through it, but your gut still sank with doubt.

“But I know now that love is nothing to be afraid of,” he concluded.

“No, Jake,” you whispered, feeling tears well in your eyes, “I’m afraid that you’ll hurt me if I don’t do what you want.”

“Well, that is something to be afraid of,” he replied with the coldest laugh you’d ever heard; you didn’t hear any agreement, but the lack of denial was deafening.  “So just be my good girl and let me kiss you…”

You swallowed dryly, your eyes wide open and searching for anywhere to look but up at him.

He was so close now that his lips brushed against yours with his command: “say it.”

You stammered over your breath, not sure exactly what he was asking for, and you winced as you felt his grip tighten on your arms.

“Say, ‘kiss me’,” he clarified in a harsh whisper.  “Say, ‘please’...”

“Please,” you repeated awkwardly, hearing it in your voice but so clearly not your own words, “kiss me.”

He let his mouth intertwine with yours and your eyes were still wide open as he let his own fall shut, moving his hands to clutch your face gently instead as you gave a weak effort to kiss him back.

Objectively, he was good at this.  A lot of things were objectively true about Jake: as much as you forced yourself not to see it, he was handsome; as much as it didn’t really matter to you, a boycotter of all things sports, he was talented; and, as much as no one else realized it, he was completely deranged.  For every word of kindness from him there was another of anger.  For every love letter in your locker, there was a threat left scrawled on crumpled paper inside your bedroom, just so he could remind you that your parents would let him into the house if he asked and never question it.

Which was why it was extremely important that you did not enjoy this kiss.  You needed to hate the way his fingers traced over the pulse in your neck, the way his tongue tickled yours, the way his teeth just barely grazed your lip until your knees went a little weak.  

But wow, there was something primally satisfying about melting into his arms, feeling his strength support you like it was nothing when he held your waist and pulled you closer.

You could almost forget that it was him.  But then he mumbled your name into the kiss, nearly moaned it in fact, and it pulled you back to reality.  With a gasp, you pushed him away and blinked your eyes open, not even realizing you’d closed them; hating how quickly you’d started to give in to him.

“There, one kiss,” you mumbled, wiping your mouth with the back of your sleeve.  “I’m gonna go home now—”

“You can’t be serious,” he laughed incredulously.  “You’re gonna kiss me like that and tell me you don’t feel this, too?  We’re so meant for each other— we even order the same milkshake!”

“That doesn’t matter!” you denied.

“I love you!”

“That doesn’t matter either!”

You turned to leave but he grabbed you again from behind, covering your mouth with his hand when you opened your mouth to scream.  “Don’t fucking talk to me like that,” he hissed in your ear, “and don’t walk away from me.”

Fighting against his grip did nothing but exhaust you: he only needed one arm to hold you back as he dragged you deeper into the alley.  Your legs swung wildly and landed a kick to his shin, and he plugged your nose while he was covering your mouth so you couldn’t breathe.

“Listen to me, you stuck up little bitch,” he growled.  “I’m really sick of this ‘hard to get’ act.  I know you want me.  So shut up and let me show you what you’ve been missing out on, okay?  You gonna be good?”

In that moment, you would’ve agreed to anything for a chance to fill your lungs with fresh air, and so you nodded, the back of your head rubbing against his chest.

“You gonna be nice and quiet so nobody catches you getting fucked like a whore in this alley?”

Another nod, more feverish than the last, ended with a sharp inhale as he let go of your nose.  But he was still covering your mouth, his arm around you now feeling less like restraint and more like an embrace.

"I've wanted you for so long, you can't even imagine," he explained softly as he leaned down and kissed your neck, gripping your waist tighter.  "You and this perfect body of yours.  This smart little head that thinks too much…"

You swallowed dryly as his hand trailed lower.

"This pussy you've been hiding from me for much too long," he added darkly, roughly shoving his hand up your skirt.

You whined behind his hand but he didn’t seem to care; he pulled your skirt up and grinned at the sight of your panties— because he recognized them.

“I remember these,” he purred.  “They look good on you, baby, but they looked better covered in my come.”

Your cheeks burned with shame— you already hated yourself for still wearing the pair he’d tampered with, but it was harmless after a few runs through the washer, right?  You weren’t going to stop wearing your favorite panties just for him, that would mean he won, in a sense; or, that’s what you told yourself to justify not burning them.

“Don’t worry, they’re gonna be soaked by the time I’m done with you,” he purred, slipping two fingers between your legs and growling slightly.  “Well, actually, you’ve already done a lot of the work for me.”

He pulled the fabric aside and explored your pussy instead, tightening his grip over your mouth as you made little muffled yelps.  The rough pads of his fingers found and targeted your clit instantly, that megawatt smile pressed against your ear as he started to rub your bud harder.

“Mm, feels good, huh?” he taunted, moving even faster as your hips jolted unintentionally.  He stopped only to bring the fingers to his lips, humming at the taste of you which he sucked off of them.  “So sweet, babygirl— better than any peaches and cream milkshake, that’s for sure.”

The wet fingers trailed down your body again, finding your entrance that he suddenly pushed into; it was a little too much without any warning and it made your eyes shoot wide open, a squeak barely escaping your throat.

"Just as tight as I imagined, baby,” he sighed, “all those times I used your panties, or hooked up with somebody who almost looked like you from behind.  You’re gonna feel so good on my cock, I know you want it so bad.”

He took his fingers out of you to reach back and open his belt with one hand, the sound of the buckle matched in upsettingness only by the sound of his jeans sliding down to his thighs.

You heard your own breath loud and heavy against his hand as you felt his hard cock press against your thigh, a drop of precum smearing on your skin.  Your breathing halted suddenly, though, when he slid himself between your legs to rub his cock over your exposed and swollen pussy.

“Oh, babygirl, you really are too good to me,” he grinned, kissing your ear tenderly.  “So fucking wet and ready for me, huh?  You need it that bad?  You’re gonna get it, baby, ‘m gonna give it to you so good…”

Bracing yourself as best you could, you felt the head of his cock push against your entrance before he slammed in all at once, making you hiss in pain.

“Oh god,” he groaned, “fuck, you’re so warm…”

Already he was fucking into you roughly, pumping faster and deeper, paying no mind to your choked sobs of pain from the wide stretch.  Even when it stung it felt oddly good, and the underside of his cock seemed to slide perfectly over your g-spot with each movement until your eyes began to roll back in your head.

“So fucking good,” he moaned hoarsely as he braced you against the brick wall for leverage, reaching back down with his free hand to rub your clit again.  He chuckled when your legs quivered, and he must have felt your walls tighten around him, too.  “I wanna hear those pretty moans, baby, if I take my hand away are you gonna be good?” he asked darkly.  You nodded, enjoying the brief feeling of freedom that came from not having his hand over your mouth anymore.  But then again, it was humiliating that now he could hear your panting breaths, your desperate mewls that you failed to swallow down.

He made a sound that was almost like a laugh as he watched you squirm in his arms, one more way he had to lord this all over you, as if forcing you to take him in an alley wasn’t enough on its own.

His breath against your ear was hot and strained, each meeting of your hips to his accentuated with a little grunt from him.  It didn’t help at all that his fingers were rubbing you just right, with so much skill that you wondered if he’d somehow figured out how you touched yourself when you needed to get off.  Honestly, you wouldn’t put it past him to have spied on you before, even if you couldn’t figure out when or how.

The hand that used to cover your mouth slid up under your shirt and pulled your bra down, a large, rough hand groping each breast and pinching your nipples until you bit down on your lip to stay quiet.  For all the mocking and teasing he’d done before, he was pretty direct now— like he was trying to make you come as fast as possible, overloading your body with sensation.  

And did he have to be so fucking good at it?

“I know you’re close, babygirl,” he whispered in your ear, “just let go…”

“Jake, please,” you sobbed, too far gone to appreciate that no begging would make him stop now.

“Come for me,” he demanded roughly, fucking you even faster as he sucked a mark onto your neck, and finally it all came crashing down with a choked-out cry of his name and a gush of warmth dripping out around his length.

“Ohh fuck, there you go, fuck it feels good when you come for me,” he grunted, thrusting even faster.  “You’re gonna milk my cock with that pretty pussy, babygirl— you’re gonna make me come…”

“J-Jake, not inside!” you interjected, getting his hand back over your mouth in return.

“Shh, it’s okay,” he soothed, “waited too long for this to pull out now.  Feels too fucking good.”

Behind his hand, the difference between whines of hatred and moans of pleasure was irritatingly subtle.

“I love you,” he reminded you in a voice exhausted yet heavy with desire, “so fucking much…”

A few more erratic, brutal thrusts accompanied by heavy pants and he was gone; you could feel his cock pulsing with each rope of come that filled you, so deep that your head fell dejectedly with the realization you had no hope of washing it out now.

His hand fell from your mouth but he didn’t pull out for another few moments as he caught his breath, gently peppering your neck and cheek in slow kisses.  “Baby,” he finally sighed, breaking the crushing silence, “you’re so fucking perfect.  I knew you were made for me.”

I hate you, you wanted to cry out, but words escaped you as he hugged you tightly and pulled your panties back into place, soaking them with his come as it leaked out of you just like he’d promised.  He stuffed his cock back into his jeans and helped you adjust your clothes back to looking almost presentable, finishing it off by turning you around and smiling at you with serene pride before kissing your forehead.

"You're gonna make such a beautiful prom queen," he cooed, “especially if you’ve already got a nice little bump showing…”

His hand rubbed beneath your belly button for emphasis, making you whimper and force your eyes shut as tears rolled down your cheeks.

"Shh, don’t cry, baby,” he soothed, kissing your cheek softly.  “Trust me, you're gonna love being my girl."

#siris5ksoftdarkchallenge #dark!jake wyler x reader #idek how to tag this nobody's looking for jake wyler fics lmao

[punemy-spotted]

The Price You Pay

Pairing: Mob!Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: Non-con/Dub-con, mentions of murder, unclear timeline, blackmail, unprotected sex, fingering (F!receiving), smut, esoteric references to past abuse, manipulation, Dark!Fic

Words: 5.2k (holy fuck?)

Summary: You need his help. He names his price.

Notes: This is for @stargazingfangirl18 and her incredible 5K Soft!Dark Challenge and I can't believe I wrote over 5k words for a oneshot, making this the longest piece I've ever written. I took a blend of prompts: Mob!AU; “When I woke up this morning, I certainly didn’t think my day would end like this;” and “That’s a big favor you’re asking for, I think you need to make it worth my while.”

And this was intended to be a oneshot but now I can't stop thinking about it so thanks Siri, I think this is now a part of my WIPs too! Your work is amazing and I had a blast being able to take part in this!

As usual, my work is 18+ ONLY, Minors DO NOT INTERACT

You went to him first.

You went to him, handed them your business card and I want to speak to Steve Rogers.

Honestly they almost threw you out with an extra hole in your head but then the man of the hour walked right in.

So now you’re here. Now you’re here, sitting across a gorgeous dining table with a ten-course meal laid out and honestly you’re surprised they didn’t tie your wrists to the arms of the chair while you watch him eat and take in the look of those baby blue eyes scanning you over.

He even brought you non-alcoholic rosé, when you said you didn’t drink.

So.

So.

You wanted to talk to me?

Yeah, I do. Thought you’d just sit me in your office, have a consultation.

I like breaking bread with new friends. Have a nice dinner, get the wine flowing — of course, that’s not gonna loosen your tongue, but we’ll forgive it.

Oh. Cool, I like being forgiven.

He laughs at that one and the room, strumming with tension, snaps into amusement. So do you, cracking a half smile on dark red lips, before swallowing down the lump of anxiety threatening to break through and destroy everything. You need this. You need this and you can’t let anything — not your nervousness, not your morals, not him — stop you. You need this and it needs to be done and if this is what justice is in this fucking city then so be it.

Well, sweetness, you’ve got my attention. You want to talk business or pleasure?

That one makes you laugh, a little sharp and a little cruel, and the curling smirk on his face gets a little furrowed because he hears it too — pain.

It could be both, you say finally, picking up the glass of rosé-that-wasn’t, if your reputation is as real as they say it is.

He lifts a bite of cheesecake into his mouth and lets it melt on his tongue while he watches you, somewhere between impressed and incensed. You know the look — you saw it the last time he met you in court, but you weren’t there as allies then. Never thought you’d come to me, he admits finally, sounding halfway bemused at the idea, but you’re full of surprises, aren’t you, Counsel?

You wince, or maybe smirk, eyes on the man before you.

It’s a game, a dance, a ruse, and the woman you thought you were thirteen months ago when you put four of Steve Rogers’s best men in jail for fifteen years — fifteen years longer than any District Attorney had ever managed to do before you, and you were just the rookie they handed a shit case to — is leagues different from the woman you are now, seated prim and proper in the lion’s den.

You’re not innocent. That’s not been your game for years — this life doesn’t leave room for innocence, it tears at you, leaves you tired and broken and ill.

Your colleagues learned to fear him a long time ago, the man before you. Captain America, leading the city, the country, the world into a new era of high tech crime all under his thumb. It’s a pretty shiny shield, the one that sits behind him, but mirrors are black on the other side and his soul is dark as coal.

You’re not an angel yourself, and this deal with the Devil isn’t for anyone but you.

I need someone taken care of.

So you come to me? I thought you were a lady of morals, Counsel.

Certain kinds of morals.

You can see him smile, see the way he raises his glass, the glimmer of malice and amusement in his eyes. So tell me. What’s the name?

You give it.

He’s not in the city, your target, but he will be. A Judge, an activist, real tough-on-crime-sweet-on-justice type of shit. You don’t tell him the reasons why, because those are yours, but you tell him the name. You tell him he’s a problem, you tell him he’s dangerous, you tell him you’ll pay to have him taken care of, you tell him you don’t want to practice in front of that black, black robe.

And he smiles like the Devil he is, watches you with a grin and drinks his whiskey in one last shot before slamming it down, Real woman of the law, aren’t you?

You said that when we met the first time.

He’s a hunter, you can see it in his eyes. That lion’s mane might be tamed right now but it won’t be for long and you’re playing with wild animals. The eyes on you are ice and daggers, daring you to do the one thing everyone in the office has been begging you not to do.

(Drop the charges, Rookie, the case is just to get your face in front of the judge.)

You upped the charges.

(Rookie, you don’t know what you’re dealing with, there’s other cases.)

You subpoenaed his phone records.

(Rookie, don’t make me drag you off this case!)

You won.

You had no witnesses and a jury you had to drag in from god-knows-where after you proved, over and over again, that he’d paid off the cohort in the courtroom. Finding people with nothing to lose and a desire to do their civic duty wasn’t harder than you thought — it was exactly as impossible as you expected.

But you did it.

That’s what you do, isn’t it? Push and push and fight, claw your fingers at the ledge and pull yourself up, you pay for your crimes in your blood, sweat and tears you pay for the things you could have done then and didn’tdo.

You pay.

And sometimes, that payment bounces back.

And when it was all said and done, when the closing statements were delivered, when the Jury came back out and the Judge — hands shaking, mouth agape, eyes wide — read out the verdict no one expected, you… didn’t feel any better, did you? There was no justice for you in that room, just the searing glare of ice-blue eyes and the burning of your steel spine.

Real woman of the law, aren’t you?

First words he said to you, while the courtroom emptied out and you stood there, facing the man you’d just made an enemy of with your briefcase in your hand and your eyes aflame.

I did my job.

Did you? Is that what you think your job is?

My job is justice, unflinching and blind, Mr. Rogers. I don’t care how much power you have or how afraid you leave this city, I’m going to do my job.

You could always let justice turn a blind eye.

Yeah. I could, but that wouldn’t make this any fun, would it? Thank you for the win, Mr. Rogers — I’m sure I won’t get many more.

You leave him with a smile on his face and the scent of your perfume in his memories.

He leaves you with the pride of victory in your bones and a reminder that your strife could be worth it.

One day.

How do you plan to fill that pit, the one you tossed the corpses of your old self into? The one you let them claw up out of, to haunt you? Remind you?

You’re digging your own grave and you know it, but you won’t let Steven Grant Rogers be the first one to toss a handful of dirt over your corpse.

But now here you are.

In his dining room, enjoying dessert and some sort of after-meal coffee. In need of him…

This might almost have been a date, if not for the topic of conversation.

So. You want a Judge taken out. What if he’s already on my payroll?

Why would you keep a dead man in your pocket?

You like the sound of his laugh, and you don’t even have the excuse of wine to fall back on when it warms your core. Don’t admit it though, don’t say it aloud, don’t let him get an in. Be smart, cross your legs tighter, keep your eyes on the prize.

You’re so close to the finish line.

That’s a big favor you’re asking for, Counsel, I think you need to make it worth my while.

Worth your while?

I’m not a charity. And since you put the guy I usually use to handle these things behind bars for a few years—

You know I can get him out too.

That’s not payment, that’s putting things right.

You take a drink. Steady on, girl.

I’m leaving the DA’s office.

That stops him.

Oh that stops him good, and he looks fascinated. Interested. You’ve said something he can use as leverage and it’s not just about a job. That smirk on his face is smug and his eyes are darker and he has to know the impact that look has.

Can’t falter, don’t falter, don’t give in.

Am I allowed to ask why?

No.

You’ve done your research. You just don’t know why you’re thinking about it now. Steven Grant Rogers, “Captain America,” leader of a crime family that had too many names to stamp out, bolstered by a mad scientist, a military man through-and-through who turned New York into his own private base against whatever stood against his way.

Get in his good graces and you’re set for life. Get in his good graces and you’re safe, you’re protected, you’re good.

Get on his bad side and you only make that mistake once.

There are no second chances in this game, and here you are, asking for one.

So what? You leave the DA’s office, you leave yourself open to me — you think leaving New York is going to be the thing that stops me, Counsel?

No.

Then what?

Breathe. Steady.

I know you gave me that win on purpose — you could have taken out my last jury cohort. This isn’t about the four men… and you know I’ll get them out. This is something else, but I’m not here to ask about what or why.

He falters just briefly, like he’s surprised you knew, but the crack in his mask smooths itself over as soon as it forms and he’s back to watching you, nodding along in silence while you breathe and watch him and keep talking.

But even then. I got four of your guys in prison. And I know how your organization works — I subpoenaed the documents, remember? Your lawyers are good, but they’re not used to people asking the right questions. You want someone to seal up the cracks you need someone who actually knows what to look for.

You have more than his attention, you have his interest, and now he’s leaning in a little. Imperceptibly, but enough. Scanning over you from across the table, like he’s thinking how you managed to get so impertinent in the face of the likes of him but that’s the thing — when the only thing you have left to lose is your life, you’ll risk everything.

So what are you offering?

Breathe. Don’t. Stammer.

Myself.

The chair scrapes and suddenly there’s the clicking of guns, aimed and ready until his hand rises up and he stops them and he’s stalking towards you.

This is the lion’s den, sweetness.

The stakes are higher and you ought to be braver and he’s got your chin in his hand before you have a chance to react, dragging you to your feet. Do you know what you’re offering me, Counsel? Low and hissed and hungry, like those perfect teeth might be sinking into your throat in the next moment.

Oh, you have no idea.

You get me. On your payroll — you know. The offer you sent me a year ago.

You think it’s still open?

If it wasn’t, you wouldn’t have met with me.

The chuckle in your face makes your cheeks warm and you’re looking more flushed than you would like, the open shoulders of your dress suddenly feeling a lot more like a mistake the more you realize just what kind of meal he might make out of you tonight.

We might need to have a discussion about your workplace duties, Counsel.

You don’t notice the hand near your thigh until it’s too late, sliding up the soft fabric of your skirt until it’s squeezing your ass, until it’s jerking you towards him, until you’re pressed against his chest and the hand on your chin is now hooked around the back of your neck, thumb pushing your jaw until you’re forced to look at him. Won’t lie, when I woke up this morning, I certainly didn’t think my day would end like this, having your pretty little body in my arms,and you can look as indignant as you want but he’s got the upper hand and you only thought you were two steps ahead of him.

You think I haven’t thought about what it’d be like to put you in your place, Counsel? You’ve got a smart mouth — I wanna know what else it can do.

He doesn’t give you a chance to use that mouth to lash at him, lips sliding over yours, swallowing that indignant yelp with a punishing kiss. Nipping at the plushness of your lower lip until you open your mouth and yield to him with a sigh of reluctant surrender, let his tongue slide past that barrier for him to explore. He’s got his fingers wound through your hair, just a little too tight and whether the whimper in your chest is because of the pain or because of the want, he doesn’t care.

Knew you’d be sweet, Counsel… softly, when he pulls back to look at you, take a look at those love-swollen lips and your ruined lipstick, the pretty way you pant at him already, the heat burning your cheeks. Pay no attention to the slick warmth between your thighs, pay no attention to the way he makes you burn already, pay no attention to how your fingers have curled into the lapel of his coat to hold yourself steady, pay no attention to how you suddenly miss the pressure of his lips.

All that smart-talk and now you’re quiet, Counsel? F’I knew it just took a kiss to get you to shut up, I would’ve done that at trial, he’s purring in your ear, soft and sweet and you should push at his chest, so uncurl your fingers girl and push.

I didn’t say I was selling my body, there’s your harshness, and there he is, laughing at you again, the grip on your hair jerking your head back until you’re looking into those dagger-cold eyes again.

You don’t make the rules here, Counsel, I do, and you need me more than I need you. So if you want to make sure your Judge can’t start wreaking havoc on your career… you might want to get used to readjusting it for me. I promise I’ll make you feel nice, if you let me…

And if I don’t?

Then I take what I want and I don’t feel bad for not holding up my end of the bargain. Your choice, Counsel, you cum willingly and I’ll give you everything you want. Don’t, and it’ll hurt you more than it hurts me.

That’s not a threat, that’s a promise, and suddenly you’re more scared than you ever thought you’d be, wondering if you’ll need to sell another part of your soul to take him down after. How much of yourself will you put up as collateral to get justice for the wrongs you were never able to correct?

You’re afraid.

Oh sweetness, you’re afraid.

Here? Now?

No, Counsel, we’re gonna do this right, aren’t we? You wanna be in bed with me, I’ll take you to bed with me. Come on, say it. Say the word.

Say no. Say no, rail and fight, stamp your heels into the expensive leather of his shoes, jam your knee into the sensitive between his legs, scream and yell and tell him you will never let another man take advantage of you again to help you reach your goals. Do it. Do the thing you swore you would do the next time a man like him — men who think they can take anything from anyone, men who think they own the world and the women in it, men who think you aren’t strong enough to fight back — propositioned you just like this.

You’re selling your soul to get rid of a man just like this.

But that’s coiling heat in your core that wasn’t there the last time, was it? That’s want. That’s the realization that you like the way this predatory smile feels, that you like the way this one wants you. You’re not her, not scared and alone and helpless. You could fight back and run and maybe escape if you were lucky.

You could choose.

He’s let go of your hair to stroke your cheek with the backs of his fingers, soft and sweet, You gonna give me an answer, Counsel, or am I gonna have to take it?

Say something. Say no. Scream. Say no say no say no say— Yes.

It’s a whisper. A desperate, soft whisper. A helpless, lonely whisper. It’s enough.

He sweeps you around until you’re pressed with your back against his unyielding chest, feeling him flex with every movement, broad arm wrapped around your shoulders from the front. All of you are dismissed, and that’s when you remember there were others in the room with you. Others who just watched you concede to becoming Captain America’s newest plaything and the burn on your cheeks is more shame than lust. You pull at his arm briefly, futilely, earning a tighter hold for your efforts and a whispered don’t make me choke you, before you are half-walked, half-dragged out of the dining room.

The walk to his room is slow and agonizing as you’re pulled along, barely struggling but barely helping at the same time, tears sliding down your cheeks as you come to terms with what’s going to happen next — no one is going to save you tonight, no one’s going to interrupt and drag you out, this is your job and this is your place and here you are.

No one speaks. There’s no sound but the steady tap of your heels and his shoes on fine marble. Even your sobs are silent, even your breathing is muffled, until the stairs are traversed and the faintest click of a lock turning opens the door to the rest of your life.

You made a deal.

Time to pay.

Sit on the bed.

You move as if in a trance, and he watches your face, the hint of waterproof mascara failing to do its job, the smudged ruby red of your lipstick. Don’t give me that look, you knew what you were signing up for when you walked into this house, Counsel.

His hands are gentler than you’d expect, when he wipes away the streaks your tears leave down your pretty cheeks, coaxing you to look up at him, We’ll set ground rules later. Tonight? I wanna see if I can get that mouth of yours to beg for me.

It won’t, you snap without thinking, knifeblade sharp and cruel, ready for a fight again. He promised you that once, in a hiss you thought you’d misheard but no, you heard him just fine and now if he thinks he can quench your fire and have you pleading just because you sold your body for the prospect of revenge then he’s wrong.

Thing is, he laughs like that’s a challenge, and the hand holding your chin so gently is wrapped around your throat before you know it, silencing your voice with just the right application of pressure. I can do this all night, Counsel. Do you think you can last that long?

Fear. Anger. Indignation. You are fury made flesh and he is manipulating you with just the barest press of his palm and sliding over you, until you’re laid out there on soft sheets and he’s looming over you, splaying that big hand out and sliding it down your throat, over your chest, feeling the ruching of the fabric under his palm. You wrapped yourself up like a present for me, didn’t you sweetness?

The change in nickname isn’t lost on you but here you are, glaring up at him while he smiles so beatifically it leaves your blood boiling and your skin steadily warming. The rise and fall of your chest is hypnotic, every angry breath a swear you don’t utter, every inhale your protests dying in your throat. What can you say, what would you say, right now? There’s nothing that can change the way he looks at you, or the way his eyes flicker from ice to blue fire the more he takes stock of the pretty little thing he’s about to start sharing his bed with.

Fuck, you’re beautiful, that one shocks you, but not as much as the sudden rush of cold air when he tears the emerald green fabric of your dress down and reveals the soft swells of your breasts, nipples peaked from the sudden cold.

You don’t get much time to gasp, just something soft and strangled before he turns your voice to whimpers, wrapping lips around that pebbled tip and laving his tongue over sensitive flesh. Where are your words now, Counsel, while he threatens the softness of your chest with the scrape of his teeth, when he slides his hands over the round curve of your thighs and parts your legs so he can press himself between them, so he can press himselfagainst you? Where is the knife-dagger of your wit to protest each soft, suckling kiss to your skin, each press of his fingers like he could just squeeze his ownership of you into the plushness of your hips, into the sweet swell of your ass? What do you say to the dirty little thrust of his hips as he bucks with his own burning need, reminding you just how much this is for hispleasure as he will make it for yours.

You would, could, should push him off and instead what are you doing? Curling your fingers into the silk-smooth of his comforter, desperate to writhe out of your own skin away from the burning pressure between your thighs, the foreign, unfamiliar heat you suddenly feel like you might be craving.

Anyone ever touch you like this before me, Counsel?Warm breath splays across your skin when he questions you, eyes fixed on yours and he waits. Answer him, answer him, tell him he’s nothing, tell him you’ve had better, lie and destroy that ego, lie lie lie lie—

Nnnh—no.

He looks like you’ve just told him the best news of his life, eyes wide and blown with lust, Oh is that right? You’re saying no one’s ever touched you this good? Or just no one’s ever touched you at all?

You don’t have to answer. The furious blush on your cheeks? The way your eyes slide away from his? The way you writhe, trying to press your thighs together to relieve the pressure and finding the effort futile? If the man’s grin could get any wider, it would, right now. Oh sweetness, we’re going to have so much fun exploring your body together…

He pulls back just enough to take a look at you, already flushed and writhing and overwhelmed and if he could take a picture of this right now he would. He’ll save that for later though. Tonight? Tonight is just the two of you, and his hands are back to your skirt, pushing the tight fabric up over your round hips and revealing the lace of your panties… just before he rips them off, to the sound of your indignant yelp Steve!

You’re going to call me Captain, sweetness, we’re not close enough to use my name just yet.

No. No you’re not, and he’s not sure you’ll ever be — he rather likes the idea of hearing you whimper out his title when he gets you desperate and wanting.

He touches, slow and steady, watching you try to jerk away and tutting at you when you do, fingers at your delicate nerves like an assault on your pleasure. Bite your lip, bite back the moans, whine at him like he’s wounded you, You’re so wet, sweetness, you’re so desperate for me aren’t you, as he palms his cock to relieve the pressure on himself. You’re going to beg before he does and he’s patient, he’ll last the night.

St-stop it, it’s too— he shushes you ahtahtaht and rests his free hand on your mound, holding you down so his probing, inspecting fingers can take stock of the velveteen plushness of your delicate cunt. It’s too much, too much and you want to scream the moment he presses one finger into you, already overwhelmed, already so tightly wound the barest touches are unraveling you steadily.

You’re such a pretty thing, all desperate and needy, sweetness. You wanna cum already, don’t you? So busy, never gave anyone the chance to fuck that stuck-up bitch right out of you, did they? It’s almost pitying, isn’t it, the way he talks, hums at you while you’re reduced to a whining, whimpering mess so soon, so desperate for the release he’s on the edge of denying you, feeling you flexing around his finger and then the second leaping jolt of your body when another joins the inspection. Taking careful stock of the pretty cunt he owns now, and he’s careful to curl his fingers just right as he seeks the spot to hammer just to get you to scream.

You don’t, not yet, but that’s okay too, because he sees the way you take desperate hold of the sheets, the way your eyes roll backwards just slightly, the way you strain against his heavy hand to arch your back. Gotta tell you, sweetness, I imagined you under me a thousand and one ways but this one, right now? Tops the list. You ready to beg for me?

Do it. Do it and end your pleasurable torment. Do it and be released from the pressure, the coiling want. Surrender to him. Let him have you.

The white hot rush of your orgasm is not unexpected to him, his curling, cruel fingers having found the sweetness of your g-spot, but — you, too busy climbing the ranks to think of your own pleasure, too busy demanding your due from an unjust world explore your own warmth beyond that of a memory of a college hookup you would rather forget — you left breathless and wanton in the heat of the explosion he draws out of you, mewling something desperate and pleading against your own will and the song of it fills his ears like it’s all he’s ever wanted. There it is, and I thought we’d be here all night. A thumb flickers over the nerves at your entrance and you practically jump, something between a yelp and a moan escaping your lips.

First one’s just a treat, sweetness. Now on, you cum when I say you do, understand?

You nod.

Oh you nod, and you are lost, here and now. Sensitive and broken and there is so little of that steel spine here, writhing in his sheets and ohyou don’t know the things you do to him.

Think you can go again, sweetness? He’s purring, smug, twisting fingers stretching you slowly, muttering under his breath about how fucking tight you are around his fingers, how good you’re going to feel for him, and the smugness on his face is slowly fading into a dark consternation, brows furrowed like he’s somehow angry at you for being plush and delicate and fuckable.

You’re almost begging him to stop, and yet the pressure is building again, the twisting, coiling heat that leaves you breathless and mewling and he looks like he might be trying to immortalize this moment forever. Say it, sweetness. Say you need me. Beg me for my cock.

That’s it.

That’s what you need to, you need to beg, you need to give in. No more fighting, no more arguing no more —

Please…

Please what, sweetness, come on now. You got a way with words. The snarl is so barely contained.

Please, Captain, please just…

What do you need, sweetness? The fingers are relentless, the buzz in your nerves is overwhelming, you can barely even hear yourself talk, much less him.

Please just fuck me, Captain, I need your cock! It’s hurried and it’s crude and it’s desperate and it’s exactly what he wants as just another wall crumbles and you fall off your pedestal right into his arms.

He’s barely able to resist the buck of his hips, the need to be inside you, the knowledge that you are soft and velvet and you could be all over his senses just like this.

When did he free his cock? You don’t know, you just know it’s practically salvation when he sinks into you, when he fills you like you’ve been desperate for and Oh sweetness…pours from his lips just as you hiss out something like praise right back at him.

You’re so full and he’s so gentle, at first, like you’re made of crystal in his arms, like the slow shifting of his hips might have you shattering underneath him if he’s not careful. Cradling you, even, sliding your legs around his narrow hips as he leans in and takes a hungry kiss from your wanting, whimpering mouth.

Love this look on you, all wrapped around me, whispered low and slow into your ear, sweetness you have no idea how good you look…

Melt into those compliments, melt into him, because the way he’s holding you is divine and you can feel him so deep in you it’s making your head spin. When did your arms end up around him? When did you start clinging to him like an anchor, start winding your fingers through his hair, start leaving the marks of your nails on his back to the sound of his own needy groaning?

He noses your cheek and leaves a mark of ownership on your neck with hungry lips, knowing you’ll bruise a beautiful flower right over your pulsebeat and continuing the steady assault on your nerves, cunt-first.

Harder. Faster. More.

And oh, sweetness, you do shatter.

You shatter all around him, you shatter into something divine and rapturous, full of him and filled with him and he cums so deep inside you as you do, still fucking you through your joined climax, hips rutting and breath hitching and nearly furious at you for the way his vision whites out too, the way he feels like he can Never get enough and so he hisses that at you like an accusation while his thoughts reorient back to reality, back to smugness, back to the control you took from him while he tried to strip you of yours.

In the end, as he pulls away from you and sinks to the side of you, watching your sweet expression as you return to the reality of your new situation, he is satisfied… thoroughly.

Oh yeah, I think we can make this a working relationship, Counsel.

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[r3volutionary-queen]

The Butterfly Effect Pt. 2

Summary: [“Don’t give me your throat unless you mean it.”]

Pairing: Alpha!Andy Barber x Omega!Reader

Word Count: 14.8K

Warnings: 18+ ONLY. Here there be explicit language, dystopian society, awful tyrannical government organizations, misogynistic issues, subject of imprisonment/captivity, manipulation, discussion of noncon breeding, threat of violence, general sexual content, thigh riding, and praise kink. I think I got them all…

Author’s Note: Well, fuck. This was a lot more than I anticipated. What was meant to originally be a oneshot will now be a... threeshot? I think I have a problem and his name is Andy Barber. I promise though, we're going somewhere... This is also a part of my wife’s 5k Soft!Dark Challenge! YAY! Thank you @stargazingfangirl18 for being such a wonderful and supportive spouse and for frothing at the mouth with me over Alpha!Andy. You are the sweetest.

**(((((()))))) = scene divider because there were too many scenes to have the fancy butterflies in one post**

Read PART ONE if you haven't yet or else this will make no sense.

Part Two

You dreamed of a world full of threads.

You hadn’t been aware of them before, but they were all you could see now. Threads that became a dark, tangled web with no escape—and you were right in the center. Strings and ropes and chains surrounded you on all sides, gnarled hands and withered fingers, all of them reaching and grasping and searching.

For you.

One wrong move, one wrong breath, the trap would spring and you would be ensnared.

Lost.

Taken.

Forever.

You dreamed and fear began to fill you, like a boat taking on water. With every inhale you sank deeper and deeper and—

A weight, like a heavy winter blanket, settled over your mind. It was soft and warm and so very strong, and it began to block out everything—your terror, your anxiety, your worry. Until there was nothing at all. Nothing but calm, quiet night.

And yet, in that darkness, one thread remained.

Glittering silver, like the sun sparkling off the surface of a lake. It didn’t reach for you; it didn’t need to. It had already slipped beneath your skin, weaving between your ribs until it wrapped around your heart.

But you were not afraid.

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Several hours had passed when you finally woke up. Your body was sluggish, not wanting to move from its place on the bed. Rubbing a hand over your face, you turned your head to the large window. It was covered with thick blackout curtains, but there, just around the edges, you caught the barest streaks of the morning sun trying to cut through the darkness.

You wanted to rip back the curtains and let all the light in.

You were still staring at the window when the door cracked open. Soft golden light spilled into the room and sent the shadows skittering. You sat up in the plush bed, hissing sharply as your aching muscles protested the sudden movement.

Andy was a dark silhouette filling the doorway.

“Did I wake you?” He asked in a hushed voice.

“No,” you said, softly. “I’ve been up for a while. I…” you paused, hesitating as your mind flew to your strange dreams. Frowning, you merely shook your head, “I could smell the food.”

It wasn’t entirely a lie. The smells wafting under the door had been an onslaught to your newly sensitive nose; coffee, eggs, pancakes, bacon—the works.

“Ah,” Andy relaxed and leaned his shoulder against the doorframe with a quirk of his lips. “Well, I hope it smells good.”

You nodded eagerly. After only being allowed broth and crackers last night, you were more than ready for something substantial. Your stomach growled in agreement and from the doorway, Andy chuckled in that low, gravelly way of his.

He glanced over his shoulder at the brightly lit room behind him and turned back to you, brows lifting. “Do you want to come out here to—”

“No!”

The word leapt off your tongue like oil hitting a hot pan. Silence filled the space between the two of you.

“I…” you tried to talk around the lump of fear that fisted at the base of your throat. You weren’t ready. The mere thought of leaving this room, the same room you had been in since waking up from your heat the day before, sent you into an irrational kind of panic. Swallowing with a grimace, you finally managed to squeak out, “Can I stay in here for now, please?”

For a long time, Andy just stared at you, concerned, and then, as if a sudden realization came upon him, his whole demeanor changed.

“Of course, you can. I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking…” the Alpha trailed off with a sigh. A second later he lifted his head and smiled sweetly at you. “You just hang tight. I’ll be right back.”

Your brows pinched as you watched him turn and slip quietly out of the room. And then it hit you like a gunshot to the chest.

A handsome man was about to bring you breakfast in bed and you weren’t even wearing pants.

Eyes rounding dramatically, you scrambled out from underneath the heavy covers, nearly tumbling out of the bed in your rush. You tip toed across the room to the dresser, knees wobbling like a newborn giraffe. Ripping open a drawer, you snagged the first pair of sweats you could find and gracelessly tugged them up over your hips, rolling them at the waist so that the legs wouldn’t drag across the ground. The shirt Andy had given you had stretched out a bit overnight and was now sliding off one shoulder, but you didn’t have time to find another.

Not when you became aware that there was something glaringly wrong with the bed.

You didn’t know what exactly was wrong, but you knew that you needed to fix it—starting with the pillows. Fluffing them, you rearranged them in an absolute frenzy at least four different times before shoving the heels of your palms into your eyes in frustration. They didn’t look the way you wanted, but the problem was that you didn’t even know what you wanted. Eventually you gave up on the pillows and moved on to try and smooth out the lumpy feather comforter.

Stepping back, you took in your work and your heart fell.

It wasn’t right.

A tiny growl erupted out of you as you scrambled clumsily back onto the bed. Spinning on your knees, you had just grabbed the pillows again when a throat cleared.

Later, you would swear that your heart actually stopped.

Dropping the pillows at your side, you twisted around, eyes lowered to the wrinkled comforter, whole body deflating like a sad balloon. If you were both going to eat breakfast in here, then you at least wanted the place to look… to look…

You searched for the word but came up short. A whine built up in your throat, but you swallowed it down before it could sneak its way past your lips. You knew Andy was watching you closely, his gaze was a physical weight, but you couldn’t bring yourself to even look at him.

You didn’t know what he was thinking and a part of you didn’t want to know because if you were disappointed in yourself then he, an Alpha, would surely—

“It’s perfect.”

Jolting, your head snapped up.

Andy stood still, a heavy tray of delicious smelling food balancing in his hands, and his heart in his eyes. Unable to handle the way he was looking at you, the emotion sitting so bare in his face, you dropped your gaze back to your lap. Twisting your fingers together, your shoulder hitched up to your ear and you wrinkled your nose.

“It’s not right,” you mumbled eventually.

Footsteps approached and there was a soft scraping sound as the tray was carefully slid onto the top of the dresser. You stayed very still.

A moment later a gentle knuckle tucked under your chin, lifting your head. Even in the dim lightning of the room, Andy’s eyes seemed to glow with an otherworldly kind of gold. He held your gaze for a long moment and the gnarled tree root that worry and fear and panic had twisted your heart into unwound itself with a soft sigh.

“No, Butterfly,” Andy whispered. “This is a perfect nest.”

Nest.

You were nesting.

Because you were an Omega.

A shiver skittered up your spine and left your mouth with a trembling exhale. His words of approval and acceptance waged war with your newly developed instincts. Slowly, you reached up and wrapped your fingers around his wrist, needing to hold onto something solid, needing to tether yourself to this world (and there wasn’t anything or anyone you could think of who was more grounded than this Alpha).

Andy’s pulse leapt wildly beneath your touch and those golden eyes glinted. It made you dizzy. And when his thumb dragged across the sensitive skin just beneath your bottom lip, you all but went under. Your eyes slid shut and you swayed on your knees, mind completely gone.

This Alpha was dangerously intoxicating.

Calloused fingers trailed down your chin, under your jaw, skimming along the side of your throat. A tingling kind of thrill rushed through you, gathering in your chest and pushing out through your nipples in an electric wave until they hardened almost painfully. You arched your back with a breathy sigh when Andy’s warm palm settled in the space where your neck met your shoulder.

His thumb brushed over your thrumming pulse. “You did so good, Omega.”

You felt those low, throaty words in your goddamn toes. They curled unintentionally and a nervous, fluttering kind of energy bubbled up in your blood. It simmered and came to a rushing boil, spilling out of your mouth in the form of a single note chirp.

The noise jolted you out of whatever haze you had fallen into and your eyes flew open, shocked and a little embarrassed at the new sound.

“Sorry, I…” you started, voice raspy and weak, and then you cleared your throat and tried again, louder—“Sorry.”

Andy gently squeezed your shoulder and ducked down to try to catch your eyes. “What was that, Omega?”

You flicked your gaze to the side, avoiding Andy’s searching look.

“I said sorry.”

“No, not that,” he rumbled. “The other. Make that sound again.”

Lips flattening, you slid your gaze back to the Alpha, giving him a look. But when Andy just smiled encouragingly, the corners of his eyes crinkling, you realized that he wasn’t making fun of you—he genuinely wanted to hear it again.

At his gentle urging, you swallowed and tried to conjure up the chirp again, reaching down into a part of you that was so unfamiliar, so new, so untried—

And nothing.

Sighing, you shook your head. “I can’t. I don’t know how. I wasn’t thinking about it when it happened. It just… happened.”

“You’re letting the human part of you get in the way,” Andy explained and you frowned. “The hindbrain isn’t concerned about what others thinks. It just acts. You’re going to need to learn to trust that part of you.”

You just stared up at him, feeling even more lost. His gaze softened, blue eyes framed by those ridiculously long, dark lashes of his.

“I can help, if you’d like,” he offered gently.

Shyly, you nodded and he tapped the side of your thigh twice. You scooted over so he could sit down on the edge of the bed. There was a playful, almost boyish quality to his grin, like this was something he always wanted to try. Andy cleared his throat and then wet his lips and locked eyes with you as he made a low, huffing sort of sound.

Instantly you chirped back, as though his call had summoned a part of you that you weren’t able to control on your own.

Eyes wide, your mouth dropped open in complete and utter shock and Andy laughed. He repeated the sound and immediately you called back, though your chirp was slightly warped by your nervous giggle.

“See?” He nudged your still shocked form, grinning and so fucking proud. “That wasn’t so hard. It’s just a form of vocalization for us. It cuts past all the jargon and gets straight to the point. Most of the time I prefer that over navigating all the details.”

Shifting further back onto the bed, you winced, still feeling the soreness from your heat though it was growing duller by the moment. You crossed your legs and tilted your head at the Alpha, considering his explanation. “So, what does that chirp mean?”

Andy just looked at you.

“What do you feel when you make that sound?”

You took a moment to think about it, to examine the emotions swirling inside you and landed on three things.

“Happy,” you told him. “Content…” your mouth twisted and you ducked your head, shoulders hunching, “a little flustered.”

Andy nodded, lifting both brows. “There you go. You’ll be a pro at this in no time. But first,” he slapped his thighs and pushed up off the bed. “You need to eat.”

Your gaze followed the Alpha as he walked over to the dresser and somewhere deep inside you, there was a tug in the center of your chest.

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You passed out not long after breakfast.

It was so strange, the exhaustion. Your heat was clearly over but you still felt like you had been run over by a semi. Just pulling yourself out of bed and walking over to the adjoining bathroom took a concentrated effort.

You had also expected the change to be more… drastic. At least physically. But as you peeled off the sweatpants and the oversized shirt you wore and stared into the bathroom mirror in nothing but your own skin, twisting this way and that, there were only two noticeable differences.

The first was the fact that your eyes seemed to have been replaced with living coals. No matter how many times you blinked, they kept that same golden glow you had only seen flashes of in Andy’s gaze. You didn’t know what that meant or if it was permanent, but it was strange to look into the mirror and see someone else��s eyes staring out of your own face.

The second was the ultra-sensitive patch of raised skin in the pocket of soft flesh right above your clavicle. You never remembered your mother mentioning these things pulsing and throbbing, but yours certainly did.

Even as your eyes fell to it now, it seemed to have a mind of its own, waking up like a grumpy toddler to angrily demand your attention.

You stared at it for a long moment, tilting your head to the side, lips parting as you lifted a hand and carefully reached out a single finger, just to see if it would ease the—

You gasped audibly.

The instant your fingertip connected with that raised patch of skin, some unseen force folded your body in half, throwing you onto the bathroom counter. If you hadn’t caught yourself on your elbows, you would’ve smashed your face into the faucet, but you weren’t thinking about that. You weren’t thinking about anything but the obscene moan that was pulled out of the pit of your belly, the way your vision flashed white, like you had been struck by lightning.

That spot at the base of your throat didn’t just tingle—it burned with need, like there was a live wire attaching the mating gland on your neck to your clit.

Back arching, you instinctively clenched your core and like a wet cloth being wrung dry, trails of slick started to slowly dribble down the inside of your thighs. It rolled down your smooth skin hot and thick and heavy, like sap on a tree.

You clenched again—hard—and a whine wheezed out from between your lips; it was a desperate sound, a call, a plea.

Wrenching your hand away from your mating gland, you slammed your palm flat into the counter and panted, eyes perfect circles. Your muscles trembled and your heart tried to beat its way out of your chest. All the while, that gland throbbed and pulsed until your knees finally buckled, unable to hold the weight of your body up anymore.

They knocked into the cabinet with a loud, resounding thud.

You yelped, both kneecaps bursting in pain. Sweat coated your skin and it was a graceless thing, the way that you slid down onto the cold tile floor in a pile of shaking limbs. You tried to slow your breathing, inhaling through your nose and exhaling through your mouth.

Breathing in and out. In and—

You went still.

Eyes blearily slitting open, you delicately sniffed the air and then blinked at the heavy scent of warm brown sugar that filled your lungs. It was so strong you could almost taste it on your tongue. It swirled around the room, permeating in the air like baked goods in a hot oven. Sighing, you licked your lips and—

“Butterfly?”

Shit.

Your eyes flew open, sheer panic flooding your veins. Heart pounding, you scrambled across the bathroom floor until your back hit the wall opposite the door, leaving behind a small trail of slick. You tucked your knees into your chest and wrapped your arms around your shins, swallowing down a whine.

“Are you okay?” Andy asked in a careful voice. “I heard…” he started and stopped.

You heard his audible swallow on the other side of the door and you knew in that instant that he could smell that heavy brown sugar scent.

That he could smell you.

Eyes huge, you stared at the shadow underneath the door, the Alpha that had gone so silent and so still. You held your breath.

You weren’t stupid. You may have been a late bloomer, but you knew some things about this world. You knew that scent clouding the air was radiating from the honey-thick slick trickling down your skin. You knew it was meant to attract Alphas.

Above all else, you knew that you were curled up naked on the bathroom floor, shaking and trembling in a puddle of your own mess while a man—a friend—an Alpha stood just on the other side of a flimsy wood door.

“It sounded like you were hurt,” Andy said eventually and yet he sounded like he was the one in pain.

A tremor rolled through you.

“I’m fine!” You squeaked out, your whole body ablaze with mortification.

Andy didn’t respond right away and he didn’t move away from the door. The gland on your neck ached, thrumming wildly, like a drum. Your grit your teeth and screwed your eyes shut. Then—

“Do you need my help?”

It wasn’t just a question; it was an offering and it had something inside of your chest shifting and raising its head in attention.

Did you need this Alpha’s help?

Yes, a voice inside of you all but wailed, but you fought it tooth and nail until what came out instead was a quiet, painful, “No.”

It felt like a betrayal. Your nails dug into the soft skin of your shins, breath locking in your lungs until they burned.

“Okay,” Andy agreed after a long moment, his voice muffled, like he had pressed his forehead against the door at some point and was all but breathing into the wood. His throat cleared, “I’m going to start working on dinner.”

You nodded but then realized he couldn’t see that. Wetting your lips, you managed to get out a soft, “Thank you.”

He didn’t respond but you saw the shadow leave and suddenly you could breathe again. Your head thumped back against the wall with a sigh and your muscles unwound. Swallowing hard, you glanced down at the space between your legs and grimaced at the gooey, stringy mess. There was no way in hell you were going back outside with… with all of… that on you.

Your eyes fell on the shower and in any other situation you would have asked your host if you could use their shower, but something told you that Andy wouldn’t mind.

(((((())))))

“Well look who’s feeling better.”

The words were spoken no sooner than the bedroom door behind you clicked shut. You went still.

Andy watched you from his place by the stove with a soft but surprised smile. He had a white kitchen towel casually slung over one shoulder and was wearing dark jeans and a warm looking sweater; he was barefoot.

You stayed where you were, feeling the itch to turn around and slip back into your room, into the space of familiarity and comfort. You probably would have, too, if it weren’t for the fact that it still smelled like your slick, despite how well you cleaned the bathroom and despite the tenderness of your inner thighs from all of your scrubbing.

Andy seemed to read it all on your face and the man had mercy on you, dropping his gaze to the boiling pot he was currently stirring a wooden spoon through.

“I was just about to bring the food in,” he told you lightly.

You swallowed like you had something stuck in your throat and when you spoke, your voice was very small. “I thought it would be nice to eat out here tonight.”

Andy’s eyes snapped up and clear blue eyes locked on you. You silently begged him not to ask why and he seemed to understand by the way that his lips curved. “We can do that.”

You flashed him a quick but grateful smile and turned to take in the rest of the apartment.

It was large and open and pristinely clean and… it reeked of money.

Oddly enough, it carried the same strange emptiness, the barely-lived-in feeling, that you had first noticed in the bedroom. There was not much color outside of grays and whites and blacks and beiges, no decorations, no personality, no little knick-knacks, and suddenly you were aching for your own home—the tiny apartment you and your mother shared where the door hinges squeaked and sometimes the faucets exploded like Old Faithful.

It might have been a pain in the ass place to live, but it was home and it felt like home.

Shuffling past the kitchen and into the living room, you glanced up at the vaulted ceilings and the glittering, elaborate light fixtures overhead. You were grateful Andy hadn’t turned those on and seemed to prefer the low lighting of reading lamps, much like yourself.

There was a large window against the wall near the dining table and it was covered in the same thick blackout curtains as the window in the bedroom. Brows pinching, you wandered over there next, highly aware of Andy’s gaze tracking your steps as you cautiously explored.

The edges of the curtains were outlined in an orange glow and you smiled a little, feeling the same urge as this morning. You could only imagine how beautiful the sunset had to be to offer you even a sliver of a color that beautiful and vibrant. Curious, you reached up and—

“Don’t.”

You glanced over your shoulder in silent question. Andy was wiping his hands on the kitchen towel, his serious gaze locked on you.

“We need to leave the curtains closed,” he explained in an urgent tone. “There are eyes everywhere.”

A world full of threads.

Your hand fell away from the curtain in an instant. Of course. How could you have forgotten?

“Right,” you nodded and wrung your hands together. Biting your bottom lip, you stared hard at the ground and then slowly lifted your eyes. “Has there been any news?”

A beat of silence.

“No. Nothing terrible at least,” Andy told you in a muted voice. He turned off the stove and carried the large, steaming pot over to the sink to dump the pasta into a strainer. You watched the way his face contorted in anger through the clouds of steam, the way his jaw clenched and his brows furrowed. When he spoke next, you caught a flash of teeth, “They’re too busy celebrating the… conception.”

It was clear you both had other words for what they were celebrating.

The news of Project Restore’s ‘success’ had broken the morning you had gone to the courthouse to file for your D-level license. You wondered now if it had been an omen.

You wondered what was going to happen to you; you couldn't stay in this apartment forever, no matter how nice it was.

Your mind flashed to that tangled web, to the ropes and the chains that were waiting for you everywhere you turned. A tremor shot through you and you felt your throat tighten, like a fist was slowly cutting off your air supply.

“You’re safe here, Omega.”

“For how long?” You asked and your voice didn’t quite shake. Desperate eyes landed on Andy and he tossed away the towel and walked towards you.

“You’re safe,” he repeated, his voice deepening in a way that made your head spin, before adding, “with me.”

Andy’s words slid under your skin and wrapped around your bones; they carved themselves into the marrow until you actually believed him. You didn’t look at him as he approached, merely closed your eyes and let that promise settle deep into the meat of your heart.

The world wasn't a safe place, but Andy was. It prickled at your skin and you tried to speak but you tongue felt thick and unable to move. Moments later, you inhaled and blinked your eyes open. Andy was right in front of you, standing close enough that you had to crane your neck back to look up at him. And for some reason that you could not name, he looked sad.

You made a low noise in the back of your throat and reached up to brush the tips of your fingers along the side of his face.

There was no thought to the action, you simply needed to touch him—to soothe him.

His beard was softer than you expected and the skin just above was burning hot. Andy held still (you weren’t sure the Alpha was even breathing), and then it happened all at once.

His eyes slid shut and this close you could see the way that his thick eyelashes dusted the tops of his cheeks. Dark brows pulled together and lifted in the middle and you watched some deep unnamable emotion bleed through Andy’s face.

Like it had been too long for him.

And then he leaned into your touch.

Turning his head, Andy pressed his mouth into your fingertips and your lips parted with an exhale. You both stayed like that, so still and so quiet, and he didn’t kiss your fingers, he just kept his lips pressed against the soft pads. It took everything in you not to dip them between his lips for him to taste.

You wondered if he would let you. You wondered what else he might want to taste. You wondered what it might be like to forget the world and lose yourself completely to the rush, to the consuming—

“Alpha,” you keened.

The sound, raw and drenched, came up out of your throat before you could swallow it down and the gland at the base of your throat was burning.

A sudden bloom of warm brown sugar swirled in the air around you, sweet and heavy.

Snapping back to yourself, you jerked your hand away from Andy’s face, mortified at the sudden slippery wetness gathering between your legs. You tried to scramble backwards but hands gripped your elbows, keeping you in place.

“No, no, no,” Andy was saying quietly, holding tight even as you tugged uselessly against his hold, dropping your eyes to the ground, chest heaving. “Don’t do that, Butterfly. Don’t run from me. That scent? I want you to hear me right now: it is nothing to be embarrassed about. Okay? There's no shame in it.”

Your face crumbled and you shook your head silently.

“C’mere, Omega, you’re okay,” Andy crooned softly and pulled you into a hug.

You let him, feeling anxious for any kind of comforting touch, wrapping your arms around his trim waist and pressing your face against his chest, trying to breathe deep and calm yourself. His cologne smelled good and even though you understood that now it was his scent you enjoyed, there was still a part of your brain that would always assume it was just magic cologne.

Magic cologne that made everything in you want to rise up on your tippy toes and stick your nose in his neck for the rest of eternity.

“It’s perfectly normal,” he assured you again, and you felt his chest vibrate with the words. “It’s just how you feel, that’s all.”

You waited a beat, then—

“Thank you,” you said, voice muffled against him, and you meant it. “For… all of this. For everything you’ve done.”

He pressed a kiss into your hair like it was second nature and you froze momentarily, then smiled against him before leaning back, still keeping your arms around his waist.

“It’s no burden on me,” Andy’s eyes were practically sparkling as he stared down at you in his arms. At some point, one of you started to softly sway gently back and forth and you could not figure out who. When he spoke next, his voice was just above a whisper. “I like taking care of you.”

You didn’t know what to say to that so you just rolled your lips over your teeth and ducked your head into his firm chest to hide. Andy laughed softly, his big hands sliding up and down your back.

It was nice, to be held after everything.

Only when the oven timer went off did you both let go of each other, and even then it was a gradual, reluctant thing.

You didn’t know what to make of the ache you felt at his physical absence, though he was only a few feet away. Part of you was sure it had to do with your designations alone, but the other, quieter part of you knew it was something else.

Something bright and silver and glowing in the cage of your ribs.

Inhaling deeply, you watched Andy discreetly adjust his jeans before opening the oven. And when he removed the freshly baked garlic bread and you smelled the heady scent of apples and cinnamon instead, you grinned to yourself.

Perfectly normal, indeed.

(((((())))))

“Did you sleep well today?”

You glanced up mid-bite, both brows lifting. Andy was sitting back in his chair watching you eat, a small but pleased smile on his face. He had done that at breakfast, too, like it satisfied some deep part of him to see you enjoying the food he made.

Setting down your fork, you snorted lightly, “Like the dead.”

“I’m not surprised,” Andy reached for his beer. “You need to rebuild your strength.”

“I feel like all I’ve done is sleep.”

The Alpha shrugged, “Your body needs it.”

You hummed and picked your fork back up, stuffing the bite of heavenly pasta in your mouth. The amount of restraint it took not to moan was impressive—Andy clearly knew how to cook.

Thinking on that little fact, you slanted a look at the Alpha who was now draining his beer. You watched the way his throat bobbed as he swallowed, the veins that stood out along the back of his hands. He was an obscenely attractive Alpha, not to mention uncommonly kind. He had a successful and well-paying job.

How the fuck does this man not have a mate?

There was a sudden tug, right in the center of your chest and you grunted in surprise. You straightened in your chair and rubbed at that spot, wincing.

“What are you thinking, Butterfly?”

Your eyes snapped to Andy and the lie was slipping off your tongue before you could stop it.

“I was just wondering where exactly we are. This place is pretty nice.”

Andy just stared at you for a long moment and you shifted in your seat, flicking your gaze away from his.

Finally, the Alpha murmured, “This is my home.”

Nodding in relief, you glanced around the large, open space. There was an expensive looking couch in front of a large television, but you saw no pillows, no blankets, no sign of a makeshift bed. Your eyes slid back to his.

“Where do you sleep?” You asked with a tilt of your head. He had been in that chair in your room when you initially woke up from your heat, but once you got through the worst of it, Andy had given you some space.

“In the guest bedroom,” he pointed to a hallway to the left of the front door, the one space you had yet to explore. “It’s just through there.”

Your stomach dropped.

“I took your room?” You asked slowly, your voice laced with guilt. “Why didn’t you put me in the guest bedroom?”

Andy leaned forward resting his elbows on either side of his empty plate. He folded his fingers in front of his mouth, gathering his words.

“To put it lightly,” he began, “you needed to be in a room… drenched in an Alpha’s scent.” Your eyes widened comically and Andy’s lips thinned in a humorless smile. “It helps, or so I’ve heard. And after seeing how you react to my scent, I’d say it was an accurate assessment.”

You sat back in your chair, trying to process it all, but all you could come up with was, “How though?”

“How does my scent help you?” Andy clarified.

“Yeah—I… I don’t understand. When I smell your scent—or your ‘magic cologne’,” you made air quotations and the Alpha chuckled, amused. The sound caught your attention immediately and your heart fluttered at being the one to make him laugh, to make him happy. A chirp jumped out of you before you could stop reign it back in. Andy’s grin stretched even wider, fonder, his gaze never leaving yours.

Your leg began to jiggle.

“It calms me,” you picked up where you left off. “Your scent makes me feel better. Sometimes I swear that it even changes my emotions. How is that possible?”

Andy leaned back in his chair, intelligent blue eyes staring at you. When he spoke, it was careful and slow. “The more dominant you are, the deeper the need and desire you have to protect and provide. But it's not just a need that I have, it’s something others can draw from me or any other Alpha. That transfers over through touch and scent. I’m fairly dominant and… you’re an Omega. It’s biological. But in truth, if the world wasn’t the way that it is, all Alphas would be a comfort to you or to anyone with a lower designation. We are meant to be a place of safety.”

“I feel safe with you, Andy.”

You weren’t even thinking as those words left your tongue. You didn’t have to because it was true. Truer than maybe anything else you knew.

“I’m glad,” his golden eyes were pure fire despite the soft and kind tone he spoke in; you felt the flames of his gaze lick at your skin. “You are safe with me. I swear it.”

Careful, whispered a voice that sounded very much like your mother’s.

You blinked and forced yourself to drop your head, brows pinching together.

You had always known deep down that Alphas were dangerous. You were no fool, every Alpha, no matter how kind was dangerous. But what you weren’t prepared for was the kind of danger that was Andy Barber.

With your mother being a Beta, you had never been the singular focus of an Alpha. Sure, your mother’s intensity could be a bit much at times, but it tasted nothing like this. This was heady and intoxicating and you were shocked by just how quickly you were swept away.

… Do I want to be swept away?

That was the real question.

You wet your lips; they were dry and slightly chapped. You didn’t look at him as you reached for his hand and grabbed hold of it.

“I appreciate everything you’ve done for me,” you started and then stopped, choosing your next words carefully. “I can move into the guest bedroom now that I’m done with my—now that my heat’s over.”

Silence answered you.

It stretched between the two of you long enough that you had no choice but to flit your eyes up nervously. Andy didn’t look angry, in fact, he looked so damn sad it nearly broke your heart.

His shoulders rose as he sucked in a breath, “I know why you’re saying that and I don’t want you to take this the wrong way, but that’s a hard no for me. I don’t think it would be smart to change your surroundings so suddenly. You’ve been nesting in there and to take you out of that wouldn’t be good for you. It wouldn’t be right.”

“Well as long as you don’t mind someone hogging your bed,” you tried to joke despite the way that your heart was lurching in your chest.

Andy just watched you, his eyes flashing gold once more.

“Believe me, Butterfly, I don’t mind at all.”

(((((())))))

The next morning a solid weight settled on the edge of the mattress and gravity tilted your whole body towards it. Colliding with a solid thigh, you sleepily nosed at it, appreciating the scent with a stupid half-aware smile before you opened your eyes.

Andy was in a suit, similar to the one he wore the first day you saw him.

You were suddenly much more alert.

“Is everything okay?”

“I just wanted to talk before I go into work,” he explained quickly and you relaxed back into the soft mattress.

Andy had brought up his inevitable return to the office last night after dinner. He had risked a lot to take off as much time as he had for your heat, not to mention the suddenness of it. You both knew if he stayed away much longer it would raise suspicion and that was the last thing either of you needed.

“Mm, sure,” you told him, the words garbled around a yawn. You felt the Alpha’s amusement as he stared down at you.

“Omega,” he called in a low tone and you jerked awake, smacking your lips, not realizing that you had at some point closed your eyes again. Andy’s mouth curved, almost absently, and he lifted a single eyebrow. “Do you remember the details I went over with you last night?”

You nodded and Andy kept that single brow raised until you spouted off his instructions back to him, counting them off on your fingers. “No opening the curtains or the door. And if I need to hide, I go to the attic in the closet.”

“Good girl,” he nodded approvingly and you preened. Andy smirked a little and continued, “You can watch TV if you want and I’ve got some books lying around here. Don’t worry about noise, this place is soundproof,” your brows shot up to your hairline at that but Andy didn’t explain further. “I’ve got scent neutralizers I’ll set up today before I go, just in case. You probably won’t like them so I’ll keep them by the front door and windows mainly. I’ll leave this room alone, but if you think you’re in danger, if it sounds like a raid, you bring those in here and crank them up on high.”

“You’re very…” you started, squinting as you searched for the right word, “prepared.”

Andy just looked at you.

“I have to be.”

You fell quiet after that. Reality was summed up in those four words. You thought about the fact that he was leaving you here, by yourself, for the first time since you had… since you had become one of them. A slew of scenarios rushed through your mind and none of them ended well.

And suddenly hiding the way you were, sneaking behind blackout curtains, living a half-life, didn’t feel sustainable let alone possible.

“Did I say something wrong?”

Your eyes snapped up. “No. It’s just… how long are we going to be able to do all of this? How long do we have to do all of this?”

“I don’t know,” Andy sighed heavily. He reached up and trailed a finger down the apple of your cheek. “The only thing that matters to me right now is that you’re safe. That’s my number one focus. I’ve been shielding you since the moment I picked you up from that courthouse—”

“Shielding me?”

Andy hesitated, then answered carefully, “Omegas call to us. You might be the least dominant designation, but your presence is like a megaphone. I’ve been muting that sound so-to-speak—covering you so that you won’t be detected. If another Alpha got suspicious and tried to poke around in the bonds here, it just means that they would run into me first.”

Stunned, you blurted out, “That sounds difficult.”

“Maybe,” the man shrugged and there was something smug living in his tone. “Maybe it is difficult for some Alphas.”

Some. Some but not him.

You flicked your gaze over him appraisingly and Andy instantly recognized the sizing up. The smile that grew on his lips was one you had never seen before and it had a wicked edge to it.

“I told you, Butterfly. I’m a fairly strong Alpha.”

Something flared to life in your chest and your mouth opened but no words came out. You eyed Andy for a moment and he stared right back. The look in his eyes was heavy and unnameable and it set your heartbeat to double the rate. You could hear it pounding against your ribcage and if you could hear it, so could he.

Inhaling deeply, you grasped for your natural defenses: changing the fucking subject.

“Before you go,” you piped up, your voice overly bright and you knew Andy noticed but the man wisely kept his mouth shut. “I was wondering if you knew where my duffle bag was. I wanted to wash my hair and as comfortable as your clothes are… I kind of miss my own.”

The air around you instantly shifted. You felt it, the change, like muscles tensing before the countdown to a big race—like the bracing before a storm.

Andy had gone eerily still.

“I had to dump it.”

Shock rolled through you like a tidal wave and with it came anger and disbelief.

“You… what?” You sputtered, sitting up now. “Why would you do that? Those were my things! The only things that I have left! You didn't even think to check with me? To ask if that was okay?”

Andy’s mouth thinned, “I know and I’m sorry, but we have to—”

“There was no 'we' here! There was just you making a decision without asking me," you bit out, your voice hard. And then the words kept tumbling out, like they had been building beneath the surface of your skin and finally broke through their cage. "Let me guess, your main focus was making sure I was 'drenched in an Alpha's scent', right?"

Andy didn't get angry. He merely he lifted one brow until you felt like ducking your head. The Alpha leaned back and folded his arms across his massive chest. He tipped his head at you, his words equally hard. “Actually I was going to say that we have to make it look like I’m the only one that lives here. If this place were to be searched, the less things I needed to hide, the better. That’s why you’ll wear my clothes and use my toiletries.”

The two of you continued to face off, meeting each other's gazes steadily in a play at dominance. But you were no match, not for him.

Suddenly, as if some invisible rubber band snapped, you couldn't take anymore. The tension sagged out of you and you sighed, dropping your eyes, shoulders slumping. There was a momentary flash of triumph in the Alpha’s eyes. Then that softened and he sighed, unfolding his arms.

“Listen, anything extra that you need, anything you even want, I’ll get for you, but we’ll just have to make it looks like it’s mine.” You said nothing, still clearly upset. Andy deflated slightly, shaking his head when he noticed the stubborn set of your jaw. “Listen, Butterfly, I am doing my absolute best to keep you off of everyone's radar,” he said lowly, and reached for your hand. You almost pulled away. You didn’t though and soon Andy was sweeping his thumb over your knuckles. He looked so tired and so sad and you hated that it tugged at your heart. “That means that I have had to make some tough decisions and I’m going to ask that you trust me on this. You said you feel safe with me, so let me do what I have to in order to keep you safe.”

You watched him carefully for a long time. Truth shone in Andy’s face and you pursed your lips, everything in you softening considerably. Logically, his reasoning made sense. You just hated that it did. You hated that it was yet another thing you had to adjust to, yet another thing that changed.

“I understand,” you murmured.

Andy’s nostrils flared. “You don’t smell happy about it.”

“Am I supposed to be?” You scoffed and turned away, trying to be angry but failing. Something else welled up inside of you and it had tears stacking in your eyes like a tower of unstable bricks ready to spill over at a moment’s notice.

You trembled.

“No,” the Alpha admitted after a long moment. He exhaled heavily, “You’re right. That was insensitive of me. What can I do to make this easier?”

“I don’t know,” you admitted in a choked voice. “This is just… hard.” Your hands clenched into fists at your sides, feeling everything inside of you lock up, “And I know I’m not the only one this had been difficult for. I don’t want you to think I’m ungrateful, but—it’s a lot of change and I’m scared, Andy. I’m scared about what’s going to happen, what could happen. I don’t even know what my life is going to look like, what kind of future I could even have, and that really sucks, you know?” Your voice shook and everything in you began to tremble. You could feel Andy’s gaze on you, honed in, burning, and you kept your eyes closed because you needed to find a way to say this. “And I know it sounds stupid, but I kind of liked the little bubble we had going and I wasn't ready for it to burst. You’re also leaving me here alone today and it’s just… I feel like I need…”

Your voice died, trapped, and your face screwed up. You felt Andy shift on the bed, waiting. You shook again and a tear slipped down your cheek, faster than a falling star.

“What do you need, Butterfly?” Andy’s voice floated to your ears and drew your eyes open. You stared up at the Alpha but he was looking at you, eyes shining with such vulnerable pain, as though he felt the very thing ripping you in two. His voice was very quiet and pleading as he asked again, “What do you need?”

“Could I maybe give my mother a call?” Your shoulders hitched up to your ears and your mouth twisted, staring at Andy in quiet hope. When he didn’t answer right away, you clarified. “While you’re at work today? I haven’t talked to her since—”

“No.”

Stunned, you flinched back like he had struck you.

Andy watched your reaction and shook once, like he had taken a blow as well. Still, he didn’t budge. “You can only have contact with her for emergencies right now.”

“Andy—”

He cut off your hurt plea with a low growl and your mouth snapped shut, teeth clicking together, your eyes huge.

He had never growled at you before.

“I don’t know if you realize just how much danger you’re in,” he started, pulse jumping wildly in his throat. “If word got out, if one phone call was tapped—do you know what they would do? Project Restore would take you in an instant and you’d be bred around the clock. They’d rip you open and sew you back together again. And me? They’d drag me out in the streets, strip me, beat me, and string me up for the city to see.”

Your blood went cold. You didn’t have to imagine what he was describing because you had seen it, everyone had. Jaw trembling, you blinked and another tear made the jump, landing on the comforter bunched around your lap with a soft, wet plop. Andy watched it, his face screwing up something awful, and then it smoothed out.

“I don't want to scare you,” he rasped, wetting his lips. He stared down at the wet spot from your tear. “But maybe being scared is good right now. Maybe it’ll keep us alive.”

He rose to his feet and you turned away from him, even as he reached the door and glanced back at you.

“Just… give me some time to figure things out. Please, Butterfly.”

And then he was gone.

(((((())))))

Turning on the television had been a bad idea.

You had seen the four Omegas before—the whole country had. Project Restore was fond of parading them in front of the cameras as a part of their propaganda. But as you sat on the couch today, staring into the screen, it was like the very first time.

The vacancy in their gazes, the hunched shoulders, the way that the Alphas loomed over them as they touted their long-awaited success (a scientific breakthrough they called it).

You expected it to make you sick, and on some level it did, but it also made you angry. The anger that filled you now was something you had never quite experienced before. It was one thing to experience the cruelty of this world as a Designationless, but it was something very different to experience it as an Omega.

You stared at the black-haired Omega on the screen, the one that everyone was so proud of, and your blood turned to fire and it all came rushing back, how much you hated all of this, the thousand ways you wanted to burn it all to the ground, and nothing else mattered.

Something inside of you cracked; you would realize, much later, that it was your restraint.

No matter how much you fought against it, you were one of them now. Those were your sisters and you had to do something.

Your gaze slid to the front door.

Before you knew what you were doing, you were on your feet. Stopping just in front of the door, you stared into your warped reflection in the shiny silver handle. Your stomach clenched.

Inhaling, you reached for the doorknob at the same moment there was a tug in the center of your chest, it felt curious but also concerned and you reeled for a second, not sure what to make of the strange sensation.

The curtains and the door stay closed, Butterfly.

Shaking your head as Andy's voice from the night before floated through your mind, you shoved it away, brows pulling low over your eyes.

The deadbolt slid open with a solid click and you went for the doorknob next and—

It wouldn’t budge.

You froze.

A beat later, you tried again and still nothing. Heart racing, your eyes searched for any sort of lock you had missed and came up blank. Desperate, you planted your foot on the wall beside the door and yanked with everything you had.

Nothing.

You staggered backwards, chest heaving. He had locked you in. Andy had locked you inside this apartment. That was the only explanation.

Betrayal stung like venom in your heart. You were shaking all over and the panic was rising, the feeling of being trapped—just like all the other Omegas. The only difference was your cage had the illusion of freedom.

Andy had said the apartment was soundproof. You put that to the test when you dropped to your knees and screamed your throat to shreds.

(((((())))))

You were sitting on the ground next to your bedroom door, one leg extended, the other bent, glaring at the large, extravagant bed. One arm rested over your knee and your hand curled into a fist.

There was a scent in the air and it wasn’t pleasant. You figured it was appropriate that the smell of your simmering rage was that of burnt and blackened brown sugar. It was still the essence of who you were, but there was a bitterness to it that you had never known until now.

You stayed perfectly still when your sensitive ears caught the telltale sounds of the front door opening. You listened to the clink of keys drop onto the counter. A few moments later footsteps slowly approached.

You wondered if he had any idea what was waiting for him.

Andy hesitated outside the door, the fact that you were that attuned to him that you knew his movements should have frightened you, but you were beyond caring at this point.

The handle above your head jiggled and you felt a sick sort of satisfaction when Andy realized that you had managed to lock the door to your bedroom.

It hadn’t been hard. All you needed was a fork to jam into it (you had your mother to thank for that tip).

“Butterfly.” Andy called out slowly and there was no small amount of suspicion there. “What are you doing?”

Your upper lip curled and you turned your head and growled at the Alpha on the other side of the door. You had never made the sound before and it came more easily and was far more impressive than you could have hoped for.

A beat of silence.

“That’s cute. You want to open the door?”

Incensed at his dismissal, you narrowed your eyes at his shadow. “No.”

The door handle jiggled again, this time with more force.

“Open the door,” Andy demanded, his own frustration bleeding through and oh, how ironic that was.

“Make me,” you bit out.

There was a long moment of quiet and something about it set you on edge. The air felt full of static, like it would the second before lightning struck. Your blood was buzzing beneath your skin.

And then—

“Open the door, Omega.”

Andy’s voice deepened as though there were thousands of others before him, with him, all speaking at the same time. The command rolled through you, latching onto the back of your neck like a phantom hand, and it squeezed until you had no choice but to obey.

It took you three attempts to remove your homemade lock and that was because your hands wouldn’t stop shaking. The compulsory need to comply, to do as Andy said, was so strong you could hardly see straight.

Gulping, you carefully cracked open the door and the first thing you saw was Andy’s stone-like expression. He seemed… bigger, if that were possible. Everything about him and the way he held himself was larger than life and felt intimidating as hell.

You remembered all the times you had mimicked posturing Alphas and you realized now how foolish you looked when staring into the face of one as strong as Andy.

“Don’t challenge me, it won’t end well,” was all he said before pushing the door open further. You stumbled back and Andy’s eyes slid to the mangled fork in your hand like it was a snake he wanted to kill.

You dropped it to the ground.

His gaze lifted back to your face and you flat out shivered. The Alpha’s nostrils flared. “Now, what was this about?” You just shook your head but Andy was having none of that. “Words,” he snapped at you, “use them.”

“You locked me in.”

Andy went still and then his eyes narrowed. “You tried to leave?”

And all at once, you were angry once more. No, you weren’t just angry. You were pissed.

“That’s not what we’re talking about,” you said, your voice shaking as you forced yourself to meet this Alpha’s eyes because you could not lose to him. You might be an Omega, but that didn’t mean you were weak. “You have me trapped in here, Andy. I can’t even call my own mother, you’ve taken everything I own, you fucking locked me inside—”

“—for your safety—”

“—what am I supposed to think of all this?!” Your voice cracked in the room like a whip. “You keep saying I’m safe here, but you didn’t tell me that safe meant trapped.”

A flash of hurt shot across Andy’s face and you wondered if you had gone too far but it was too late; the anger was rushing through you and your teeth chattered behind your words.

“I’m starting to wonder what the difference is between you and the Alphas at Project—”

“I am nothing like them.” Andy’s voice was pure ice.

For the first time, you actually moved closer to him. You didn’t tremble. You didn’t even flinch. You merely tilted your head back and challenged his gaze.

“Prove it.”

Andy said nothing before spinning on his heels and storming into the living room. You watched him walk away from you and it felt like your heart tore loose, like it was dangling in your ribcage by a single, thinning thread. The pain was so sharp, so deep, it had you following after him, bare feet slapping on the hardwood floor.

He had his back to you but turned his head to the side at your approach and you stopped mid-step. You stared at his profile, the sharp angles still achingly beautiful—even now.

“I will say this once, Omega,” Andy’s voice went quiet. He turned now to stare at you full on and the sheer power and presence radiating from him nearly had your knees buckling. “Everything that I do is for you. Every decision I make, every risk, every single fucking thought in my head is about you. I can hardly sleep because I’m worrying about how to keep you alive, to make sure that there isn’t something I’m missing about your designation because no one knows a goddamn thing about it and what you might need. I’m terrified that they’ll find you and I feel that fear in my bones. This country is fucked and I’m trying to make the best of an impossible situation. I know this isn’t what you wanted, but it’s what you have.”

You were speechless, staring up at him. There was a certain kind of truth living there in his words, a hard and angular truth, begging to make itself known. You felt the anger physically drain out of you and when it fully left, you felt raw, like the molten heat of it had scrubbed you clean from the inside out.

Andy stepped closer. His eyes flickered between both of yours and then flashed to your mouth.

Your stomach flipped.

“You have to know that I…” the words were nothing more than a breath in the back of the Alpha’s throat. He shifted closer still, until you felt the heat radiating off of him.

You shook your head, whispering back, “Know what?”

He made a quiet noise as his eyes continued to search yours. When he next spoke, his voice was so soft you almost didn’t hear it but you felt it; he was close enough you felt his chest rumble with the words—

“Not now. I can’t.”

A beat passed and you let out a very small whine.

“Andy.” You weren’t sure what you wanted, or even what you wanted to say, but his name alone was enough.

This close to the Alpha, you were able to catch the slight shiver that passed through him before he stepped back, putting some space between the two of you, and cleared his throat. “I know we didn’t leave on the best terms this morning, but I had been hoping that tonight we could do something special. Or at least different.”

Your heart lurched and you wondered what it would take for the thread that it was barely hanging on by to snap. Even stranger, you found that you didn’t want it to snap.

And it was that thought that had you offering up a truce.

“What did you have in mind?” You asked, softly.

Andy offered you a sad, small smile. “Let me go clean up, get out of this suit first.”

(((((())))))

You were having a staring contest with the oven by the time Andy came wandering out of his room in a pair of soft flannels and a simple white t-shirt. He paused next to the fridge, brows lifting in question.

“I thought pizza might be nice,” you pointed to the box on the counter.

Andy hummed in agreement and walked over to you. Before you could even register what he was doing, a large hand cupped the back of your head, holding you still while he pressed a kiss into your hair.

You froze and Andy didn’t comment on it, he just gave you fond look as he pulled away. “Thank you.”

Thoroughly distracted from your mission of ‘Make-Sure-The-Pizza-Doesn’t-Burn’, you watched Andy snag a beer out of the fridge and then wander over to a hall closet. He disappeared inside and a few moments popped back out with an armful of board games.

A feeling that could only be described as delight shot through you and across the room, Andy’s head shot up like you had called his name.

“Good choice?” He asked with a hopeful grin.

You smiled back, feeling both shy and playful. “If we start with Scrabble, just so that I can kick your ass.”

Two slices of pizza later, your belly was filled and everything felt warm. The two of you sat opposite of each other at the dining table. You wiped your mouth on a napkin and leaned forward, eagerly watching Andy place the last of his tiles onto the board.

“’Snuck’ isn’t a word, Mr. Barber. I believe the word you are looking for is, ‘Sneaked’,” you informed him haughtily. “You should know that, you went to law school.”

“Bullshit,” Andy said over the mouth of his beer with a grin. “It is a word. People use it all the time.”

You lifted one finger, “It only came about in the nineteenth century and is a Northern American dialect. We are playing a proper game here.”

“Dictionary,” he demanded, hold out his hand.

“You’re really going to dispute this?”

“I went to law school,” Andy repeated your words flatly, “of course I am.”

You picked up the Scrabble Dictionary and handed it over, shaking your head as he all but tore open the cover. “I’ve beaten the shit out of you this round. There’s no point, really. I’d suggest conceding gracefully while you still have the chance,” you told him with an exaggerated sigh. “I may not be so merciful later.”

It was true when you looked at the board. You had racked up the points, hitting multiple triple word squares. Andy’s eyes met yours over the top of the dictionary and they narrowed.

“Oh, it’s gonna be like that, huh?”

“Of course, it is,” you flashed him a wide grin, a tingling feeling zipping up your spine. “Why don’t you choose another game and we’ll see if it’ll be a second loss for team Alpha.”

(((((())))))

You had made a tactical mistake.

Carefully, you inhaled through your nose and exhaled just as slowly through you mouth, lowering the tweezers into the slot just over the stomach of the patient. You eyed the white butterfly sitting at the bottom of the hole in absolute silent concentration, clamping a wing with the tweezers, you oh so slowly began to lift it out—

A guttural huff burst from the Alpha’s throat across the table and the sound, like before, caused a chain reaction in you that you couldn’t stop if your life depended on it.

Jerking in surprise, you chirped in response and dropped the butterfly when the tweezers hit the side of the stomach slot and the light over the patient’s nose lit up in a bright, cherry red.

“You asshole!” You hissed and dropped the tool, glaring up at Andy’s innocent expression. “You did that on purpose!”

He lifted both hands in surrender, but there was a smile tugging at his lips. “Honest mistake.”

“Oh, and the two other times you did that were mistakes, too?”

Andy watched your ire like he had found his new favorite hobby. The Alpha bit his bottom lip to try to hide his grin and then slowly released it. The playfulness on full display from him was something you had never seen before and you’d be damned if you let him know how much you were enjoying it.

Especially when he tilted his head to the side, lifting a single brow your direction. “Are you always this grumpy when you lose?”

“I’m not losing,” you grit out. “You’re cheating!”

Andy snapped his teeth at you and the action was so animal-like it took you aback. He didn’t seem to think anything of it. Instead, something downright mischievous was twinkling in his blue gaze.

“Didn’t know you were so easily distracted, Omega,” he commented with a sly smile. Fingers clutching the neck of his beer, Andy lifted it to his lips and paused, eyeing you long enough that it had you squirming in your seat. He waited a beat, then—“I wonder what other noises can you make.”

Your mouth dropped open. There was a spot in your chest that felt like it was glowing, beating like the pulse of a heart, and it flared now in a tingling sensation. Your toes curled. The corners of Andy’s eyes crinkled as he drank your reaction in.

Desire shot through you, and with it, a delicate brown sugar scent. Andy’s nostrils flared and his eyes gleamed. When he spoke, his voice had deepened and there was something inhuman about it.

“Maybe someday we should find out some day.”

Your chest burned. You sucked in a breath, eyes locked on his. “Maybe we should finish the game first.”

He stared at you for a long time and you watched the beautiful details in his eyes as the colors shifted back and forth from deep arctic blue to fiery gold. Andy didn’t say a word, but you saw the naked want in his face.

And then it became too much.

You dropped your eyes with a shaky exhale. Biting the inside of your cheek, you felt very much like a thirteen year old girl talking to your crush and very much like an animal backed into a corner by a creature who hadn’t yet decided whether it wanted to eat you or not.

Finally, Andy reached for the tweezers and made his attempt to gain the point you had missed when you dropped the butterfly. You watched him in silence and though his brows were furrowed in concentration, something told you he was highly aware of your every move.

And seeing as how the Alpha had openly cheated during this game of Operation, you decided to level the playing field.

It was only fair.

Your mind raced, trying to figure out a way to distract him effectively. Chirping felt like you were stealing his trick and you needed something that would drive home the fact that you played to win. You had always known that words were the second choice of communication in this world; body language was everything.

The idea came out of left field and it was wild enough that you were fairly certain it would work. Andy had just taken hold of the tiny butterfly when you shifted in your seat.

Like you expected, his eyes darted to you and that’s when you struck.

Holding his gaze, you smirked and tipped your head back, exposing your throat to him.

You didn’t know what reaction he would have, but the rumbling growl that burst from Andy’s chest was not it. Your eyes flew open in shock but his gaze was locked on your pulse; the gland at the base of your neck positively thrummed to life at his attention.

The Alpha gracefully unfolded his body and rose from his chair, stalking towards you. Your heart pounded, climbing its way up your throat, as he slowly approached with eyes of liquid fire. There was nothing you could do but stay perfectly still, your blood buzzing, tingles racing along your skin, as Andy took your face in his hands and gently lowered your chin.

Seeing the confusion and question in your eyes, he simply shook his head.

“Don’t give me your throat unless you mean it.”

Releasing his hold on you slowly, you closed your eyes as you came back to yourself. It felt like you were in a trance, a daze, and the mixing scents of brown sugar and apples and cinnamon wasn’t helping.

Holy shit, what just happened?

Your eyes fluttered open. Andy was back in his chair, watching you with hooded gold eyes. He looked like a rubber band about to snap, stretching thinner and thinner by the second.

“As fun as this is,” Andy started in a strained tone. He closed his eyes and rolled his neck and shoulders, like he was trying to physically shake something off. When his eyes opened, they were blue once more. He looked exhausted and only proved that by his next words. “I should get some sleep. I’ve got a lot of meetings tomorrow.

“Mm,” you agreed, unable to say much more.

Andy glanced at you. His brows lifted and you saw the familiar concern trickle across his expression. “Are you feeling better?”

“Yeah, a bit,” you said softly, shrugging your shoulders.

“We had a rough day,” Andy sighed. “I’m just glad it ended better than it started.”

A tiny smile crept onto your lips but you nodded in agreement. You thought back to the rage that had consumed you earlier, the betrayal and confusion you had felt. You knew there were still things the two of you needed to work out, but now that you had some time to think, now that you found yourself face to face with him, you felt more settled.

“C’mere, Omega.”

Your head shot up at that quiet request, blinking. “Hmm?”

“Just come here,” Andy repeated, holding out a hand to you in offering. His fingers twitched, beckoning you to him and you were rising up out of your seat before you knew what you were doing.

The walk to Andy’s chair was short but it felt like time had stretched itself by the time your feet came to a stop in front of him. The Alpha tilted his face up, taking both of your hands in his. His thumbs swept over your knuckles and you had felt the strength of this Alpha before, but it was his gentleness that had your heart thudding.

“Would it be okay if I held you for a while?” Andy asked and the question was so vulnerable, it seemed to turn everything inside of you soft and sweet.

Your lips were curving on their own and you nodded gently. “Yes, please.”

Andy gave you a pleased look and then pushed out his chair and opened his arms. Your heart fluttered like a bird and you felt that warm glow in the center of your chest spread out down your arms and legs like warm honey as you crawled into Andy’s lap.

The Alpha had you turned sideways, a muscular arm wrapped around your shoulders, giving you something to lean against. His other hand was just above your knee, holding you to him. You felt the press of his bearded cheek resting against your forehead and all at once, you both sighed, as if you shared lungs.

Andy’s scent wrapped around you and it smelled so good, so right, you turned your face, pressing your nose lightly into his neck.

“That’s is,” Andy rumbled. “Take what you need, Butterfly. It’s okay.”

Your brows pulled together, an emotion too strong and too deep and too real to be named rolled through you. Inhaling his scent, you felt it begin to fill all the empty spaces inside of you like a balloon.

You had never felt safer and more protected and more surrounded in your entire fucking life.

“I’m sorry,” Andy was murmuring suddenly, his voice a mere whisper. You went still, but didn’t pull away from the comforting way you were tucked into his throat. You felt it bob as he swallowed. “For this morning. I let the stress and my temper get to me,” the hand on your knee squeezed gently. “I want to be better for you.”

A low noise came from the back of your throat, an attempt at comforting him.

“You’re a good Alpha, Andy.”

“I should have told you about the door.”

You didn’t say anything, couldn’t find the words. Andy inhaled, his wide chest expanding and moving your body with it.

“I locked it after I saw how you reacted this morning. Hell, I should have told you about your bag. It's just... I’ve never even known an Omega until you and my instincts are going a little haywire,” he explained, sounding embarrassed. “I’m going to make a lot of mistakes, but I hope you’ll continue to be as brave as you were today in calling me out on my shit.”

Slowly, your hand lifted and came to rest on Andy’s chest, right over his heart. It thumped in response, like it was saying hello. You smiled sweetly at it.

“As much as I hate admitting it... It was probably a smart thing, locking it,” you said eventually, resting your head on his firm shoulder. “I had watched the news and saw one of the celebration ceremonies. I was so upset seeing the other Omegas that I just wanted to do something. Anything. I know if I got out that I wouldn’t have gotten very far and I really don’t want to think about where I would be right now if you hadn’t locked that door. I guess I wasn’t thinking clearly.”

Neither of you said anything for a long time after that. Andy had almost lulled you to sleep in his arms when you heard his voice one last time.

“We’re okay now?” He asked and though he knew the answer, you figured the verbal confirmation was important to a man like him.

Your snuggled deeper in, sighing out a soft, sleepy, “Yes, Alpha.”

(((((())))))

Over the next week the two of you established a routine of sorts.

Andy would come wake you up before he left for work in the morning with soft whispers and gentle touches. After he left, you almost always dug through his laundry and pulled out the shirt he wore the day before. Most of the time you wore it around the house, tucking your nose into the shoulder every now and then, just to breathe him in.

You stayed away from the news, opting to watch some of the movies from Andy’s collection or curling up on the couch with one of the thriller novels he had.

Daytime was the hardest. You tried to keep yourself busy and for now it was working, but you knew it wouldn’t last. Boredom would eventually hit and, to be honest, you weren’t sure how long you would be able to stand it.

You didn’t want to say anything to Andy because things had been going so smoothly. He was smiling more and there seemed to be a weight lifted off his shoulders. Not to mention, the slick-inducing looks he kept sending your way had you distracted in an entirely different way.

Every night ended with you in his lap, tucking your nose into his neck. He didn’t even have to prompt you anymore, you had gotten to the point where you initiated. It helped when he explained both of your designations biological need for touch—that it released chemicals reducing your stress. Going too long without any contact led to explosions…

Like the kind you had the night you locked Andy out of your room.

Though you had grown up with a Beta mother, there were so many things you had to learn about the hindbrain and how it functioned. Andy was a fantastic teacher, patient and kind, and he challenged you constantly in your assumptions.

He was everything an Alpha should be.

Of course, you might be a bit biased, but so would anyone who was being taken care of and made to constantly feel safe, secure, and supported. The more time you spent with him, the more you also became aware of the bond between the two of you.

You hadn’t been able to name it before, but you knew what it was now. You dreamed of it at night, that same glittering silver thread tying you to him.

And every day the thread grew stronger, thicker, tighter. You could feel Andy nudge you sometimes, like when a dog would bump its nose into you for attention. There were times you swore you felt the flare of his emotions, at least when they were strong. Other times it went oddly silent.

But you knew it was there, even if the Alpha never uttered a single word about it.

(((((())))))

He was late.

You glanced at the clock again. Andy was never late. He always came home at six o’clock on the dot but it was nearing eight now and your nerves were shot. You were perched on the couch, knees tucked into your chest.

The apartment was silent. The dinner you had prepared sat cold on the table and you couldn’t bring yourself to put it away. Not yet.

It was another half hour before you heard the slide of the deadbolt. Shooting up off the couch, your heart thudding hard against your ribcage, you stared wide-eyed at the door as Andy wandered in, his face lowered to the ground.

You stayed quiet and still, fear mixing with concern as you took in the way his shoulders slumped and the exhaustion you could feel pouring off him. His body fell back against the door as it shut, eyes closed.

“Hey,” Andy croaked at last.

You stayed where you were, watching him in concern. “Are you okay?”

Andy’s head lifted and he squinted at you as though he was having trouble even staying upright. He pushed off the door with his shoulders and walked toward you. You let him pull you into his arms, one hand cupping the back of your head, the other falling to the small of your back.

“Rough day at work,” Andy murmured into your hair. “I’m sorry I’m late.”

You pulled back, tilting you face up to look at him. “What happened?”

Andy met your gaze and his jaw clenched and for a breath of a moment, you saw something hard and mean and almost vicious flicker behind the Alpha’s eyes.

“One of my coworkers is riding my ass. He… we’ve always butted heads but he crossed a line today and I snapped. I wanted to cool off before I came home. You shouldn’t have to see me like that.”

“I’m sorry,” you said right away. “Can I do anything to help?”

Andy just stared at you for the longest time.

He swallowed heavily and then his gaze fell to your throat. The bond in your chest tingled. He wet his lips, hesitating a moment before he quietly asked, “Can I…?”

The Alpha’s eyes flew back to your face. You knew what he was asking, but even more, Andy knew what he was asking.

Don’t give me your throat unless you mean it.

You reached up and took hold of his hand. Sucking in a breath, eyes locked on his, you made a decision. “Come on, then.”

Andy let you lead him over to the sofa and he sat down onto the soft leather per your direction. You felt his eyes on you like a weighted vest as you stood over him and the gland on your neck throbbed until it was painful.

It was a physical sensation, Andy’s look. You felt it with your whole body, a buzzing, tingling sensation that was very much like adrenaline, and you felt it in your spine, like someone was following the string of bones and nerves with a finger—

Fucking hell.

You trembled under the intensity of it all as you climbed into his lap, the same way you had every night for the past week. But this time instead of tucking your face into neck, you carded your fingers through his thick hair and tugged lightly until his head bent. Only then did you tilt your head back and offer the Alpha your throat.

“Butterfly…” Andy whispered but you held yourself still and focused on breathing.

With your eyes closed, you never saw the way Andy’s gaze honed in on your pulse but you felt his hands tighten on around you. You felt a large, warm palm slide up the soft flesh of your belly to right underneath your breasts. He nosed under your chin, pushing your head just a tiny bit further back.

Taking just a little more.

You had expected the tip of his nose, but what you got was the feather-light scrape of Andy’s teeth on your throat and the hot lips that followed, closing over your pulse in a dizzying kiss.

Heat shot through you and you clamped down on that feeling, even as the syrupy scent of brown sugar filled your nose. Your nipples hardened into little nubs and his thumb brushed the underside of your chest. You held her breath and forced yourself to calm down, trying with everything in you to shove your desire, your want, your fucking need away.

This was about helping Andy. Not the fact that you could practically feel your pupils dilate as you melted on the inside, the runoff pooling directly between your legs, warm and heavy.

Of course that all went to hell when Andy’s other hand slowly rose and fisted a handful of hair at the back of your head, forcing you to bear even more of your throat, as if he were preparing you for something.

You whimpered, unable to stop yourself.

“Shh, Omega,” Andy breathed against your throat, moving his mouth lower and lower until—

A hot tongue touched your mating gland and your eyes flew open, chest heaving. Slick gushed from core like a wet sponge and you clenched with everything you had, mouth falling open in a soundless scream.

You rolled your hips, body jerking uncontrollably and above you, Andy groaned. Apples and cinnamon blended with the brown sugar scent and it was enough to nearly send you over the edge. As if he knew, as if he could somehow tell, Andy held you fast, pulling his mouth away from that spot. But he didn’t stop entirely.

The Alpha simply changed tactics, planting intoxicating and almost formless kisses up the length of your throat, lips and tongue and teeth leaving a wet trail in his wake. Hot breath coated your jaw. Teeth nipped at your chin and then your bottom lip and the feeling of it all drew a moan out from the very pit of your belly.

And at the sound, he snapped.

Andy moved suddenly, growling deep in his chest, hands wrapping around your waist until you were lifted in the air. He turned you so that you were straddling him.

Or more like, straddling one muscular thigh.

Your eyes bulged and before you could get a single word out, or even a squeak of surprise, Andy surged forward and his mouth slotted over yours.

Big hands squeezed your waist, fingers curling around your ribs as he kissed you. You whined into his mouth, fingers scraping along his beard. He let out a low grown when you melted against him and he broke away after a moment, inhaling sharply, eyes bright and lips swollen. Nuzzling your face, he nipped at your jaw, breathing unsteady.

“You want this?” The Alpha huffed against your face. His hands slid down to the flare of your hips and pulled you down harder against his thigh, silently urging you to move against him.

Shaking, trembling all over, you panted. Hooking an arm around his neck, you whined, unable to get a single fucking word out of your throat. It was easier just to bury your face in the side of his neck and nod.

“Okay,” Andy breathed out. Fingers flexing against your skin, his mouth was at your ear, breathing heavy and hot against your skin. “I don’t want you to hide from me though. I want to see your pretty face if I’m going to ruin you, Butterfly.”

You bit your lip and shifted against him, squeezing your thighs and searching for the right amount of pressure.

“I said I want to see your face, Omega.” Gasping, you lifted your head finally and met Andy’s hungry eyes. “There’s a good girl,” he murmured, both hands scraping at your lower back until they cupped your ass, gripping and kneading just this side of painful. Andy’s mouth curled into a shark-like grin at the broken gasp that slipped out of your mouth. “Here’s what we’re going to do: you’re going to ride my thigh until you come.”

Your mouth fell open and the bond flared between the two of you, hot and electric. It pulled at you, like Andy was at the other end of the rope and you had challenged him to a one-way game of tug-o-war.

And you had no hope of winning.

After a particularly sharp tug, your hips canted upward, the pressure of his leg firm against your core. Your hands flew to his shoulders to brace yourself.

Andy darted forward, catching your mouth in a wet kiss. “C’mon, Butterfly,” his fingers stroked and kneaded, coaxing you into motion. “Move those pretty hips for me. It’ll make both of us feel better.”

Your breath hitched against his cheek, eyes fluttering shut as you ground against him. Andy moaned in your ear and there was a second rush of warm, wet slick pooling between your thighs. The Alpha growled as he smelled the fresh wave and it only made you produce more—until you were almost embarrassingly wet.

Rocking against him, you tried to hit your clit just right, tried to get the pressure you needed and while it felt incredible—while he felt incredible between your thighs—it wasn’t enough.

You wanted to be filled.

You wanted… you…

���Andy…”

Shamelessly, you pressed your chest against his, rubbing your torsos together as you swiveled your hips harder.

“Yeah, baby?” Andy mouthed at the spot beneath your ear and sucked until your panting became small mewls of pleasure. “What do you need, Omega? Tell me.”

You rolled against him hard, your pussy clenching and aching and wanting. He smelled so good and felt even better and you were losing your mind in the rush of it all. You wanted more—needed more.

“I,” you gasped. “I want,” your breathing hitched, “Please!”

Andy watched you rock against him, watched you use his thigh for your own pleasure, his gaze heavy and intense. The bond in your chest felt like a goddamn volcano.

“I know what you want, Omega,” there was a deepness in Andy’s tone, a darkness in his words that slid over your skin and made you want to get on your hands and knees and offer yourself to him on a silver fucking platter. Andy saw it and his eyes flashed gold, like the flipping of a coin. “Not tonight. Tonight is about what I want and I want you to come all over my thigh until you can’t remember your own name.”

Your bared your teeth at his denial but grabbed onto his shoulder with one hand, grinding down on his leg with new vigor. Slick was soaking through the fabric of his trousers and he let out a rough groan, nipping at your mouth.

“You smell so fucking good, Butterfly,” Andy’s voice was husky. “C’mon, just a little more. I know you're getting close. Can smell it, can feel it.”

Your legs start to shake, hips rolling harder and faster. Teeth dug into your bottom lip as the pressure began to build and you whimpered.

Andy grinned, his mouth open and panting and the next thing you knew you were clinging to his neck with both arms, nails crinkling the crisp material of the shirt on his back as he took over. Hands gripped you, fingers denting into the soft flesh of your ass, grinding your pussy over his thigh until all you could hear was your shared moans and the wetness of your own slick.

You were so close, so fucking close. The emptiness was torture. Tears sprung in your eyes because he didn’t understand, you needed more, you needed to be filled—

“Come for me.”

You screamed.

The orgasm hit you hard; like you were getting ripped in half. If it weren’t for his fast reflexes, you would have jerked yourself completely out of his grip. Andy wound his arms around you as you bit his right shoulder, stifling your cry.

It left you weak and gasping and utterly limp in his arms. You lifted your head but could barely keep your eyes open and your breath was leaving you in shallow pants, your forehead pressed against his. Andy’s lips brushed against yours in slow, lazy strokes. When you both had finally caught your breath, he kissed you one last time before nudging his nose against yours and pulling back.

“You okay?” Andy asked and his voice sounded hoarse. Funny, he hadn’t been the one screaming. Big hands smoothed over your arms, your thighs, like he was taking inventory. Concern etched into his face. “You’re shaking, Butterfly.”

“It was just a little… intense,” you managed to squeak out, holding onto him for dear life.

Andy hummed, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth. He shifted you a little and you whimpered at both how sensitive you were and the sloppy wet, sucking sound the mess between your legs made. The Alpha glanced down at it and there was a deep kind of satisfaction in that look. He lifted one brow, “You made a mess of me.”

“I’m sorry,” you looked down between the two of you, realizing that he was still in his nice slacks from work… which were now utterly ruined. “I—”

Andy’s eyes slid up to yours and your mouth clicked shut at the predatory thing you saw staring back at you.

“I want you to do it again.”

(((((())))))

You’re smart. Don’t get swept away, okay? I love you. Remember that. Always remember that.

#siris5ksoftdarkchallenge #the butterfly effect #andy barber #andy barber x reader #andy barber x you #andy barber x female reader #alpha andy barber #omega!reader #a/b/o #why do I love this trope so much #andy barber x y/n #a/b/o fanfic #omegaverse

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What the King Has

[ROYAL AU] (image for aesthetic purposes only, no description on reader)

Pairing: Soft!Dark Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: You, Bucky, and Steve have shared your whole lives together. Steve has known from the moment he was born that he would never ascend the throne. That belonged to Bucky, the crown prince. Steve was okay with that, though. He didn't mind being the forgotten prince. He had you, and you were precious. Steve was happy to live his life with Bucky and you, whatever it may be. Until it's announced that you are to be married to the crown prince. Then, Steve can feel you slowly slipping through his fingers, and suddenly, being the forgotten prince is no longer enough. 

WARNINGS: 18+ ONLY. MINORS DNI. Dubcon, explicit sexual content, character death, overstimulation, oral (female receiving), fingering. Don’t read if any of this is triggering.

Note: This is for @stargazingfangirl18 ‘s soft dark writing challenge! I’m a little new to the dark fic space but I read Siri’s work and whewwww, it’s always h-hours when I read her work LOL thank you so much for hosting this challenge & congratulations! I hope you enjoy this fic 🥺

Prompts:

- “I’ve been waiting a long time for this, sweetheart.” - “Look at you, stretched out and trembling.” - Overstimulation

Count: ~8.4k 

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The breeze was warm, washing over Steve's face as he sat peacefully. He liked the early summer hours when no one else was awake and the day wasn't too hot yet. 

Suddenly, two hands slid over his eyes. Steve was alarmed for only half a second before he knew who it was. Steve always knew. It was easy to tell by the feel of the hands, the coolness, and the smell of orange blossoms and vanilla.

So sweet. 

"Why are you up?"

There was a huff before the hand slid away, and Steve could finally turn his head around to see you standing in a simple teal dress. You had your hair down as the light wind and sun made it soft. 

Taking a seat next to Steve, folding your legs delicately under you, you quirk a brow at him. "Why wouldn't I be up and here?" 

Your voice has a hint of challenge in them before they soften as you lean into him, looking forward. 

Sarah Rogers Taken too soon but loved & cherished by all

The two of you sit in silence for a long time, letting the early hours of the morning pass before Steve hears your stomach grumble. He tries to hold in his laughter, but it's too late. 

You're glaring at him before pouting. 

"Alright, sweetheart, let's get breakfast," Steve tells you before he stands, dusting his pants before holding his hand out to you. "You need to be more careful. It's not proper for the daughter of the Duke to be sneaking out."

You grab Steve's hand and let him pull you up before you dust your dress clean with your hand. "I think my father has long given up on my propriety, Steve. Besides, if anyone happened upon us, it wouldn't be all that strange for them to see me with you. If anything, it's strange to see us without Bucky."

"I think it would be strange if they did see him. There's no way to get him out of bed before noon of his own volition," Steve's lip quirks, and he feels his heart melt a little when you laugh. 

"C'mon," you tug on his hand. "Let's go wake his highness. Maybe we can both scare him."

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Breakfast is a fun affair for Steve as well. He usually has it with you and Bucky most days.

Steve watches you and Bucky bicker as he bites into his runny eggs, using his bread to wipe up the yolk before putting it in his mouth. 

"I wasn't scared!" Bucky insists.

"Right, you just let out that girlish scream because you weren't scared," you taunt him. 

"No, I screamed because you pounced on me and your elbow dug into my spleen before I was utterly crushed," Bucky threw back. 

"Are you saying I'm fat?" You narrowed your eyes at him.

"I didn't say anything," Bucky smirked while you scowled at him.

The bickering continues while Steve watches, eating his breakfast leisurely. 

Steve will never have the things Bucky has despite being half-brothers. He will never ascend the throne because that's the path Bucky belongs on. 

But it's okay. 

You look at Steve with a pout.

"You're the perfect weight for your height," Steve rolls his eyes. "Stop antagonizing her, Buck."

"She's antagonizing me!" Bucky exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air. "Show some loyalty to your family, Steve, and take my side!"

Steve just chuckles with a shake of his head as he returns to his breakfast. 

You give Steve a warm smile before you give a scathing look to Bucky, flicking a piece of bacon at the prince. 

It's okay, Steve thinks. He's happy to be just a step behind Bucky because that's where you are too. You're family too, and as long as he can hold your hand, being the forgotten prince is okay.

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Steve spends a lot of time training. There's not much he can do otherwise. He doesn't have a lot of responsibilities. Perks of a forgotten prince, he supposes. 

He mostly practices alone. The knights don't bother him, don't think he's worth much since Steve will not ascend the throne, nor has Steve made any inclination that he'll challenge Bucky for it. 

With a deep breath and a powerful and precise swing, Steve cuts down the practice targets.

"Showing off to the trees and sky again, I see."

Steve turns around abruptly to see you standing there with a teasing smile. 

"Back already?" Steve walks over to you, accepting the towel you offer to wipe the sweat off his face and neck. 

"Mm," you hum. "Lady Carter throws the worst tea parties," you sigh. "I feel bad because she's really trying but she has no idea what to do."

"As opposed to your tea parties?" Steve smiles as you slap his shoulder lightly.

"I throw the best tea parties outside of Lady Romanoff," you smile confidently at him. "It's why I get letters all the time when my next one will be."

Steve continues to smile at you, basking in your presence. It has been a little too quiet and a little too lonely with Bucky gone to do check-ins with their lands and you being busy with your lady duties. 

"Lady Carter did ask me about you, you know," you give him a teasing smile again, looking much too mischievous. 

Steve's ears turn red, and he scowls when you laugh. 

"She's a nice girl, Steve," you tell him softly. "You should give her a chance."

"I'm not sure if I want a lady who throws the worst tea parties," Steve jokingly muses. "Think of my reputation."

"You have none," you remind him.

"Which is somehow still better than being known for the worst tea parties."

You shake your head at him, smiling as you do. You grab the towel from his hand, delicately dabbing the sweat near his brow that he missed. You can tell he doesn't want to talk about Lady Carter anymore, so you drop it. But you sorely wish Steve would give her a chance, give himself a chance to want more and be happy. 

"Are you done training for today?" You ask Steve instead.

Steve nods.

"Shall we go eat then?" You say. "Unfortunately, Lady Carter served the hardest cookies and biscuits that I nearly choked. And the tea was so bitter, I hardly ate anything."

"You're not selling her very well," Steve tilts his head at you, grabbing your hand to kiss the back of it gentlemanly before he grabs the towel back from you. "Let me just shower and I'll meet you in the waiting room."

"Take your time, I don't want to suffer in your presence," you smirk, and Steve rolls his eyes good-naturedly before running off. 

Lonely. 

Steve was lonely at times, but you seemed to fill the void better than anyone ever could. From the time he was seven and now when he was a man. 

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"Why did you want to go into town again?" Steve pulls at his collar that feels a little too tight around his neck.

"Bucky is coming back today," you remind him. "We should get him a present. You know how mopey gets when he has to leave us."

Steve smiles. "The crown prince shouldn't be moping."

You chuckle. "The king hasn't announced who his heir will be yet."

Shrugging, Steve replies, "He's the first in line. Besides, my mother was a concubine. The chances of me being named are near to zero, not that I want to anyway."

"You still have your father's blood in you," you chide him, though you're very aware of Steve's lack of ambition for the throne. "But I'm glad you're okay with it. The simple life is much better, isn't it? I don't envy all that Bucky has to do."

Steve nods.

"Isn't there anything you want to do?" Instead, you ask him, the conversation being something the two of you spoke of from time to time.

Steve hums as he ponders your question. In his early years, he merely told you he didn't know. It was true. Steve didn't quite have a sure path like Bucky did. 

He supposes he could really do anything. Steve won't ever have to worry about money because while the king ignores him, he takes care of him. And when Bucky becomes king, he will never let Steve suffer. 

But Steve also doesn't want to be a freeloader that relies on others. 

Steve likes drawing, but he doesn't think he could make a career out of it. He's good but nothing like the renowned artists around the world. 

He's good at fighting. Perhaps becoming one of Bucky's knights would be good. He can protect you that way too.

Steve could provide.

"I want to be a good husband," Steve says, and you look surprised before you smile softly at him.

"You'll make for a wonderful husband, Steve. I just know it."

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One of the things Steve doesn't really care for is balls and banquets. The castle seems to always want to celebrate something. The only good thing that comes out of it is how beautiful you look when you arrive.

You put on your best dress and dawn yourself with jewels that aren't overly gaudy or flashy. The makeup makes your eyes look darker, and your cheeks skillfully coloured.

You're a walking temptation. Everyone in the kingdom knows as they watch you walk. There's no one better than you; no lady in the kingdom could ever compare. 

Steve watches in the back as you stand with Bucky and talk to the king. You curtsey just the right amount that makes the king pleased. 

When you arrived, you had found Steve before anyone else and chatted with him before Bucky whisked you away, saying the king wanted you to greet him. 

Steve can hear the whispers about how kind you are. Such a noble lady, the most sought out one that could easily become a princess consort if you wanted to be. And yet, you kept Steve close along with Bucky. And the whispers are about how pitiful Steve is. 

"Hello."

Steve turned his attention to see Lady Carter in front of him. She's wearing a dark royal blue gown with her blonde hair done up intricately. 

Steve stands straighter as he bows, taking Lady Carter's hand and kissing it as etiquette demands. 

"Good evening, Lady Carter," Steve says with a friendly smile, but his eyes are watching you from the corner. 

Lady Carter blushes.

"I—I wanted to know if you would dance...with me," she asks bravely. It's bold and blunt, and Steve could understand a little more why her tea parties are awful.

Lady Carter doesn't know the rules, or she doesn't care to listen to them. She lacks tact.

But Steve keeps his smile and nods nonetheless, offering his hand for her to take. Walking towards the dance floor, Steve finds Bucky has pulled you into a dance. He can tell the two of you are bickering again with the way you're scowling at him. It seems to be in good jest with the way Bucky is smiling. 

You stop scowling when you notice Steve and Lady Carter on the dance floor together. You give him an encouraging smile while Bucky is saying something to you.

Lady Carter is a suitable dancer, Steve thinks as he leads her around. For the tact she lacks, she makes up for in knowing nobility lessons. She makes small talk with him, saying how she once spotted him practicing sword fighting while visiting the castle. 

Steve politely makes conversation, just so it won't fall flat. You are right; she is a wonderfully nice girl. 

But it doesn't spark anything in Steve. 

The dance soon comes to an end, and Steve watches you beckon him secretly from the side. 

"Your grace," you say, brows wriggling slightly as you do. "How is your evening?"

"It could be better," Steve answered, falling into the joke with you as he holds his hand out in offering, sensing what you had wanted all along. "Will you do me the honour of giving me a dance, my lady?"

Steve can tell you're trying to not laugh as you accept it gracefully and allow him to pull you onto the floor. 

Such a beautiful and cunning lady. You have the tact to get what you want, and when it comes to Steve, you let him know exactly what you're doing and what you want without saying it. You can keep propriety and be authentic with Steve. 

Lady Carter may be a better dancer, but the way you grip Steve's arm and subtly caress his palm with your other is better. He likes that you stand closer so that he can feel the heat through your golden gown. 

It tells Steve that he's special. He's special to you.

"Well?" You say as you follow Steve's lead with ease, having danced many times before. 

"Well?" Steve repeats back.

"How was Lady Carter?" You ask almost exasperatedly. 

"She was okay," Steve shrugged. "Nice like you said."

"That's all?" You ask with a pout. 

"Didn't really feel much," Steve shrugged again.

You eye Steve closely before you sigh. "You usually don't right away. It takes time to build connections. Don't give up."

Steve doesn't say anything. What could he say? He could tell you that you were wrong—that it could happen right away. After all, it happened with you.

From the moment he met you at seven years old. He'd been moping because his mother passed away a couple of months ago. Then, you came bursting through the garden, smacking right into him. 

You had the audacity to look affronted like you weren't the one who rudely barreled into him. But then, you were grabbing his hand and pulling him into the bushes with you. Finally, he tried to speak, and you actually slapped your tiny hand on his mouth and shushed him. 

Steve had wanted to bite your hand, but then guards were running past. They checked in the garden for a couple of seconds before they kept moving. You removed your hand from your own volition with a relieved sigh. 

"Why are the guards chasing you?" Steve demanded in his tiny voice.

"Because I stole cookies from the kitchen," you say in an unmistakable tone as you pull out a cloth filled with stolen goods. 

"Why are you stealing from the castle?" Steve frowned.

You frowned back at him. "Because my daddy took me here because I'm supposed to meet Prince James. I met Prince James and he was terribly annoying so I told him we should play hide and seek and he's been hiding for the last...hour now. Then, when I was wandering around, I heard some of the maids say the king had another son and he was sad because his mother went to heaven. So, I'm trying to find the sad boy to give him cookies because cookies usually make things better."

You were such a talker and a rambler. 

The entire thing shocked Steve. He stared at you for a long moment, and then, "I'm not sad," he mumbled.

You blinked at him, realization dawning. You offered the cookies a little more to him.

"You should eat the cookies, I stole them for you, you know. Risked my life and all."

Steve couldn't help his lip curling up as he took one. For once, something other than sadness filled Steve's tiny body. The cookie tasted better than all the fancy meals he's ever eaten.

Suddenly, another tiny body burst into the garden, the bushes being pulled apart.

"You dirty little liar! You tricked me!"

And then it was always the three of you. You were the glue that kept everything together. He felt something immediately. The connection was instant. So, you were wrong.

If Steve didn't feel something for Lady Carter now, he never would. 

He was too busy feeling something for you.

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Steve heard it through the grapevine. It was the worst thing he could ever hear.

You were to be married to the crown prince. 

You were to be married to Bucky. 

The heir hadn't been announced yet, but Steve couldn't kid himself. The three of you knew the truth. Bucky was the only one who could be named the crown prince. Bucky would be the one to ascend the throne, and you were going to be his queen. 

That's what the king had wanted to talk to you about during the ball. The king thought you were perfect, exactly what was needed to help rule the kingdom, to help guide Bucky along. 

Steve cut down his practice target without a hitch. His swing is so powerful and harsh that wood splinters everywhere.

"Steve."

Steve doesn't turn around. He knows it's you, but he can't face you right now. Not when it feels like his heart is being ripped out of his chest like you and Bucky personally dug your hands in and dragged it out.

"Steve," you plead.

Steve feels hands touch his arm without hesitation. That was something else Steve loved about you. You never shirked from him. He turns around to see you looking up at him, eyes pleading for him to understand. 

"Why did you hide it from me?" Steve asked.

"I didn't, I—" You take a deep breath. "I didn't know either. The king said he liked me and thought I was good for Bucky. I didn't know an engagement would be announced."

"So, you don't want it?" Steve asks briskly. 

You purse your lips at Steve. "I don't know," you answer honestly. "Bucky and I...we bicker a lot. It's all fun and games and there's tension, but I don't know. I love and care for him, just as I do you. This is hard for me too, you know."

Then, Steve's shoulder releases their tension. He sags, and you let out a sigh of relief that Steve is no longer angry.

"You know this doesn't change anything, right?" You tell him softly as you hug him, propriety be damned. "You're always going to be my best friend."

Steve rests his chin over your shoulder. You're soft and warm. 

Bucky has known soft and warmness all his life. 

Why does he deserve you too?

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Steve tried to believe you. He really did. 

He let things go on, desperate that you were right, that it changed nothing.

But it does. Steve knows it. 

And Bucky knows it, too. 

Steve wonders how he missed it. How he missed Bucky being in love with you too. The bickering becomes less, and Bucky is trying to woo you. 

And you're falling for it.

You're saying this wasn't to change anything, but it was.

You're slipping through Steve's fingers. You're leaving where you stood with him and moving next to Bucky.

"Bucky—" 

"Shh, doll, you don't want anyone to hear you, do you?" 

A low moan makes its way out of your throat.

"You're the one who dragged me here," you accused Bucky with a pant. 

"Can't help it, you're too fuckin' pretty, and you're mine," Bucky growled. 

"We're not married yet," you warn him, but your needy moans give your real feelings away.

"We're as good as. They're going to announce who the crown prince is soon. Once they do, let's get married."

"Bucky—"

"Shh, doll, I'm starting to think you want to be caught," Bucky moans suddenly. "You're clenching so tight around my fingers. Fuck, I'm going to ruin you on our wedding night."

The pants and low moans continue, unaware of the figure that stood next to the crept door against the wall. 

Steve clenches his jaw, listening to your needy moans before he's had enough. He pushes himself off the wall and walks away quietly and unnoticed.

You said it wasn't going to change anything, but you were wrong again. It changed everything. 

"I want the throne."

The king looks up, amused to see his other son standing there. 

"You?" He muses. "The son of a concubine? Are you hallucinating?"

Steve stands his ground.

"The son of a king, nonetheless. I'm going to challenge Bucky for the throne and I will have you seriously consider me."

"Insolent," the king drawled. "Just like your mother, but I supposed that's why I loved her so much," he smirks. 

The king stands and makes his way towards Steve.

"Alright," the king humours him. "The announcement will be three months from now. Show me you are worth considering. Show me you can command respect and loyalty. Show me you are competent on missions. Show me you have allies backing you for the throne."

Steve nods, bowing stiffly before he turns and makes his way out. 

If you were going to step forward, Steve would, too, even if it meant he needed to push Bucky one step back.

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Steve may have been the forgotten prince, but he was still a prince nonetheless. He took the same lessons as Bucky did, and though he seemed nonchalant about them, he picked them up faster than Bucky. 

The whispers storm the castle when news breaks out the Steve is fighting for the throne. It throws a wrench between the three of them.

"How could you do this?" Bucky hisses. "Have you been plotting against me all along?"

Steve shook his head. "I would've been happy to follow you, Buck."

"What changed?" Bucky demanded, but Steve wouldn't say.

Bucky grimaces. The only change that happened recently—

"You want her," Bucky both breathes out and accuses him.

Steve tenses, and Bucky has his answer. 

"You're going to betray me because of her?" Bucky frowns. "This is an entire kingdom, Steve. You have no idea what you're doing."

"My entire kingdom is her," Steve shakes his head. "If I need to rule the rest of the people so she'll be mine, I'll do it."

"You're crazy," Bucky shook his head. "But fine. Let's see who will come out on top then. Who gets to be the king and who will get the queen."

Steve remains while Bucky storms off.

It is days before you confront him.

"Why are you doing this, Steve?" You plead. "You said you never wanted the throne. You said what you wanted was to be a good husband. You don't need the throne for that."

Steve is training again. He stops when you approach him.

"You said it wasn't wrong for me to want more," Steve mumbled. "This is what I want. Being the forgotten prince isn't enough anymore."

You feel tears well up in your eyes that Steve brushes away. 

"You're going to hate each other in the end," you weep. "This is going to hurt us all."

Steve tries to pull you in a hug, but you resist. He sighs.

"As long as you don't hate me, we'll be okay."

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Steve is quickly moving up the ranks. He's gaining speed on Bucky.

During training, Steve demands the respect of the knights by defeating them all in battle. And when Bucky and Steve have a mock battle meant to be friendly, Steve shows no restraint in defeating Bucky. 

Steve earns loyalty when he's given a mission to fight off soldiers from another kingdom from invading a village. He saves more than half his men in battle. 

Steve's days are no longer filled with dallying off with you, sitting by lakes and drawings, or going horseback riding. He spends his days in battle strategy meetings and entertaining guests to win them to his side.

Surprisingly, it is Lord Stark, Duke of York, that becomes his biggest ally. Lord Stark doesn't quite agree with Steve on everything but agrees even less with Bucky that he supports Steve's play for the throne. 

He gathers allies here and there as he moves. He's becoming even forces with Bucky, who still has many supporters. 

Who still has you. 

It burns him worse than anything. Steve misses you, but he learns to stay away and make you miss him. 

It helps that Steve's success makes Bucky more irritable. He's more irritable, but you're the only one who can calm him down, and it makes Bucky hang on tighter, knowing it also grates on Steve. 

Soon, Steve thinks. As long as he's announced as the crown prince, you can return to him.

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"Is this a joke?"

Steve's fuming. This entire thing was a farce—a trick. Was it meant to make him look like a fool?

"I wanted to see if you were actually my son. I couldn't imagine having one that used to sit all day by the lake with that girl. Now, I know you're a real man."

"So, why won't you give me the title!" Steve nearly screams, anger all the way up in his throat, a protruding vein in his forehead. "I have done what you said. I've commanded respect and loyalty. I've shown you I'm competent, and I showed you I have allies to back my claim for the throne!"

"So you could support James!" The king booms, and Steve feels it knock the wind out of his sails.

He feels cold.

"What?"

"So you could support James," the king repeats more seriously. "James will be taking the throne after me and he needs someone competent and strong to support him. He has his future queen but he needs a right hand man."

The entire thing slowly unravels and dawns on Steve. His old man never intended to give him a real chance for the throne—a real chance for you. Anything he's done, it was meant for Bucky. As if Bucky couldn't do it on his own. 

And then Steve's laughing deliriously. 

Everyone.

Everyone was trying to take you from him. 

Like it wasn't meant to be, that you were going to have to slip through his fingers, and he would just have to accept it.

Turning around, Steve begins to walk away.

"Steve!" The king calls. "Steve!"

But Steve doesn't see the need to listen to the king anymore. 

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"I'm sorry, Steve."

Steve turns around to see you standing a couple of feet away. It's been a while since the two of you have been to the lake together. Everything seems to slip back to normal.

No one except the three of you and the king knows that Steve was never meant for the throne.

Steve doesn't say anything and listens to you approach him, carefully sitting next to him. It's quiet as the two of you gaze out onto the water, ripples occurring whenever a leaf drops. 

"Would you have been happy to see me ascend the throne?" Steve asks finally. 

He feels you tense beside him before you relax.

"Of course," you tell him. "If that's what you really wanted, Bucky and I would be happy to support you."

But there it is.

The sting in his heart. 

You and Bucky? You were going to marry him even if Bucky didn't become king?

Has Steve lost you completely already without knowing? 

No, Steve pleads as he places his head silently on your shoulder, letting you think that he's in pain from the throne he's lost. 

Steve can't lose you. You are the reason the sad little boy grew up. Your cookies are now the reason why Steve understands that maybe the method doesn't matter as long as he gets the results.

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You're running through the castle. 

Everything was on fire, and your dress is ripped at the ends. 

How did this happen? It happened so quickly. One minute, you were sleeping in Bucky's arms, having snuck in, and the next, the Kingdom of Hydra had infiltrated the castle. 

There were bodies of the maids and butlers on the ground as you passed. Bucky said he needed to go and that you needed to go hide, go be somewhere safe. There was so much fighting everywhere. The knights were all caught in a battle, and no one noticed you running through.

You entered the throne room, gasping at what you saw.

The king was dead.

His chest stabbed through, body left on the ground to bleed out.

You lift your shaky hand to your mouth in horror, trying to keep down the vomit that was threatening to come up. 

You turned and ran. 

You need to find Bucky. You need to find him and find Steve. The three of you need to get out of here. This kingdom is doomed.

When the lake comes into view, you hear swords clanking, and you carefully make your way to it. Everything in your heart hurts as you plead to God that it's Bucky or Steve there—that they're not dead.

Stepping into the pathway out of the bushes, your body freezes.

Steve is standing there, blood all over him with a cut on his cheek. His sword is locked in Knight Commander Brock Rumlow's chest. The enemy. 

But you can't even celebrate because on the ground right behind him is Bucky. His eyes wide open, but you can tell he's no longer breathing as he sits in the pool of his own blood.

A shuddered gasp leaves your mouth, and Steve turns to see you as he rips his sword out, Rumlow's body hitting the ground. 

Steve calls your name. "I—I came too late," Steve anguishes. He drops his sword and falls to his knees next to Bucky. 

You stagger towards Bucky. Steve's holding Bucky's stab wound in his stomach as if trying to keep it all in, and maybe it would fix it. Bucky would come back. But blood merely pours over Steve's hands.

You lift your shaky fingers and shut Bucky's eyes.

He needs to rest. 

"Did he—"

"It was painless, I think," Steve chokes.

"Did he have any last words?" You can't see anymore, tears overflowing from your eyes.

"Just...just to take care of you," Steve's eyes are rimmed red, and you choke on a sob, couching over Bucky's body, not caring that his blood was getting all over you.

"I'm sorry," Steve whispers. "I'm sorry."

But you shake your head. It wasn't Steve's fault he arrived too late. 

Bucky was gone.

➵➵➵☽☾➵➵➵ 

The knights fall under Steve's command, and through the long hours of battle, Steve manages to stop the invasion. They kill every single last one of Hydra's knights and soldiers. 

They suffered a loss, though. The king was dead, and so was Bucky, the one meant to be crown prince, though no one knew that. 

The people look to Steve, and Steve lets the burden fall on him. You can tell Steve didn't want the throne like this, that he's suffering under it all too. The coronation happened so fast, you don't even remember it.

They rebuild slowly. Steve is busy every day making plans to wage war upon the Kingdom of Hydra. 

And Steve does take care of you like Bucky asked. When you couldn't stand at the funeral. When you couldn't stop crying in the middle of the night. Steve was there.

You were surprised he could make time for you. Between all the new responsibilities he had and...Lady Carter coming around more often; it must've been a lot. 

You could tell Lady Carter wanted Steve to court her, to make her queen consort, but you could only remember Steve's words of indifference during the ball—when he said he felt nothing for her.

You wonder if that's changed.

Your father was trying to urge you to return home, that Bucky wasn't there, and so, you had no reason to either when he saw Lady Carter around. 

But you couldn't leave, not from Steve's comfort and not when Steve needed you, too.

"Steve?" You call softly.

Steve's hiding away in the garden since his councilmen find him too quickly at the lake.

Steve turns to you, and you notice how tired he is.

"Or should I refer to you as your highness now?" You try to tease, thankful that Steve still has enough to lightly smile at you.

"I'll always be just Steve to you," he tells you softly. "Right?"

You soften, warming at his words as you crawl into the bushes with him. The two of you are long gone from being just two kids who fit easily together once upon a time. 

"Of course," you tell him fiercely, looping your arm around his.

The two of you bask in silence once more as Steve strokes your hand, playing with the ends of your fingers.

"They're starting to hound on me to take a queen," Steve says finally. "That we'll be unstable until I do so."

You swallow.

"Oh," you say for lack of anything else. "Are you going to ask Lady Carter? She's been here often and rumour has it you're courting her. She'll make a fine queen, terrible tea parties and all," you pat his hand.

But Steve shakes his head.

"I can't take Lady Carter," Steve sighs stressfully. "I don't—trust her. She doesn't know me. She'll never know or understand me."

"Steve..."

Steve turned his head to you, eyes blue and pleading.

"I know it's a lot to ask, but I can't—I can't do this without you," Steve shakes his head. "I—will you marry me?"

Shock locks your body up. You've never—Steve was...

But he looks at you, scared and pleading, and you're reminded that Bucky is gone.

And you understand Steve—that there is no one who will know or understand you now either. 

The two of you only have each other now.

You find yourself nodding. 

"Of course, Steve," you whisper, patting his hand comfortingly. For yourself or for him, you'll never know. "I'll marry you."

➵➵➵☽☾➵➵➵ 

The wedding moved so fast, it felt like a blur. You were being pulled left and right for preparations, and the day of, everything was perfect. 

Steve was a gentleman, smiling the entire way through to keep you comfortable. He kept you at his side when he sensed your nervousness. 

The daughters of many noblemen looked at you in envy, burning anger in Lady Carter's case.

Everyone is congratulating you, and all you can think of is how Bucky isn't here. That at one point, it would've been Bucky standing next to you.  

You wonder if the roles were reversed, if Steve had been the one who was supposed to inherit the crown all along, would you have fallen for Steve? Mourn his absence like you did Bucky?

It isn't long until the evening is over and the night creeps in. You nervously tug off the intricacies of your wedding gown, letting it fall to the floor before you fall back on Steve's bed.

The room of the king. Ginormous mattress and plush pillows. It's your room now too. 

Steve slowly took off his shirt and pants, crawling onto the bed over you. 

You feel a wave of anxiety wash through you. The time has come to fulfil your marital duties, but you didn't think it would happen so fast. 

"Are you nervous?" Steve asks quietly as he presses soft, warm kisses over your face. 

You feel the tension slowly begin to bleed out when his lips flutter over your eyelids and nose.

"I—a little," you tell him honestly. "Bucky and I...we fooled around but we've never—"

And Steve feels a hot burn of desire flush down to his cock. Pleased by the fact that he'll be the only one to touch you in that way has possession stirring in his gut.

Steve has so many plans for you tonight. He's going to break you apart, piece by piece until you only will ever remember him and then put you back together.

Your eyes flutter close as Steve caresses your cheek.

"I've waited a long time for this, sweetheart," Steve mutters, and before your eyes can open, Steve swoops down and captures your lips in an ardent kiss. He groans at the taste of you. He needs to taste more. 

He kisses you and kisses you until you're breathless. Then, he begins to kiss down your jaw, neck, and collarbone.

"Steve..." you breathe, and it spurs him on. 

Steve caresses your breasts, squeezing them and moulding them in his hands until you’re pliant and soft to his touch. When he takes a hard pebble in his mouth, you hiss at his warm tongue swirling and nipping at you. 

What was Steve doing? It was just marital duties. Why was he taking his time? But you know Steve is a good man, he wants this to be good for you too, and by God, it was doing something to you.

Steve moves further and further down, leaving wet kisses down your body. You feel yourself tensing when he gets closer and closer to his destination. 

"Wait, Steve—" you breathe, not sure if you're ready to have his mouth on you. It's too—much. Awkward. You've barely kissed Steve until today. 

But Steve ignores you, wrapping his strong arm around your thighs to spread you open for him. Flattening his tongue, he presses against you as he moves languidly up, tasting you so intimately. His tongue narrows as it reaches up to your clit, flicking it.

"Oh, god," you gasp, your hands flying down to bury themselves in Steve's hair.

"You taste so good," Steve moans against you. He was so hard right now; it was almost painful. But he wants to taste you more, taste you when you're cumming on his tongue. 

Steve eats you out with vigour, his tongue exploring every crevice and probing inside you. Your back arches off the bed at the sensation, but he keeps you strapped down by your thighs.

You feel the heat creeping up inside you, swirling in your gut as it starts to build. Your hands grasp at Steve's hair, unsure if you want to push him away or pull him closer. 

There's a lingering sense of shame and embarrassment as your hips buck into Steve's face. 

"Steve—" You call his name sharply, feeling something rising and about to spill over inside you. 

Steve doesn't stop. If anything, it encourages him as he licks your pussy unrelentingly. The moment he fastens his lips on your swollen clit, you seize his hair frighteningly tight as you pull him close, hips rubbing into his mouth as you let out a low groan.

A moan in the back of Steve's throat hums as your slick gushes into his mouth and chin. You taste so delectable; he can feel you clenching on his tongue, desperate for something bigger to hold onto. 

Pulling up, Steve licks around his mouth as he crawls back up your body. You're gasping and panting, your hands falling from his head and onto his shoulders.

Steve kisses you again, making you taste yourself on his tongue. He rubs your tongue with his, licking into your mouth and grinds against you. His hardness makes you jump a little, a noise of surprise leaving your mouth before Steve presses you into the bed. 

"You're so soft," Steve sighs, his hand caressing your body as it moves down. He gropes your breast once before his hand keeps moving. "So perfect."

You let out a whine when Steve's fingers drag through your wet folds, his fingers pressing tightly against you as he circles your clit.

"I can't wait until you're cumming on my cock, but I need to get you ready," Steve mutters. "I'll fuck you so good, sweetheart. It'll be just you and me, like it was always meant to be."

You're delirious when Steve immediately shoves two fingers into you. You let out a sharply drawn breath as Steve thrusts his fingers in you at a fast pace. He spreads his fingers inside you, stretching you before he curls his fingers to draw your pleasure out. 

Steve uses his other arm to prop himself up above you, wanting to see your face clearly when you cum on his fingers. 

"Does it feel good?" Steve asks you, his voice rough with want and desire.

You let out a moan in response, but Steve wants to hear more. When Steve finds that spongy, slightly bumpy area in you, you let out a cry. Steve strokes the area over and over, and you feel like you're going to snap. 

You're so close again—so close. 

But then Steve slows down.

"Steve—" You whine, too gone in the pleasure to care how wanton you sound.

"Does it feel good?" Steve asks again.

"Yes, yes, yes—" You rush out. "Please—"

And then Steve's fingers start moving again, and you almost cry with relief. 

"That's right," Steve coos at you. "Cum on my fingers, sweetheart. I'm going to take such good care of you."

Steve swings his thumb around, pressing against your clit firmly as he circles around the swollen nub.

You fall off the edge immediately.

"God," Steve groans, feeling your pussy clench around his fingers, drawing him in. "You're gonna feel so good aroun' me."

Pulling his fingers out, pleased by your whine, he sticks them in his mouth and sucks it clean. You taste so good, and you were his to taste now.

You're breathing harshly, coming down from your second high as Steve pulls your limp body towards him, spreading your legs around him. He strokes his cock a couple times, groaning at the slight relief of tension in him. 

You look down at him and almost gasp at his cock. He was big and thick. You weren't sure if it was going to fit inside of you. But Steve was already rubbing his cock against your juices, slicking himself up. 

"Steve, I don't—"

Steve climbs over you, caging you in his arms as he sucks on your swollen bottom lip.

"Shh," he soothes you. "I'm going to take care of you. I'm going to make you feel so good, and haven't I made you feel good so far?"

You nod unsurely.

"It's going to be so much better," Steve tells you, "Gonna make you mine."

There was something dark and a little sinister about his words, but he doesn't give you much time to ponder about it as his tip starts to enter you.

The stretch is overwhelming and burns a little.

"Noo," you moan out, your hips trying to draw away, but Steve holds you close, forcing more of his cock inside you. "Steve, it hurts."

"Just a little more, sweetheart," Steve kisses you. "You're being so good right now. Just a little more."

Steve forces his way through until he bottoms out in you, groaning as he does. 

"You're so tight," Steve is nearly blind with pleasure. "So good. So warm. All mine."

Steve stills, merely enjoying your hot heat encasing him and also giving you time to adjust to him. He doesn't want to hurt you. You're being so good, and he wants you to enjoy him. 

Minutes pass as Steve kisses you everywhere on your face with your arms wrapped tightly around his neck. Finally, the burn starts to go away, and you feel the need for him to just—move.

Steve senses it right away with the shift of your hips and begins to pull out to his tip before thrusting back in. You moan right next to his ear. He tries to be slow and gentle, but the sounds you make are so lewd and dirty, like you're just begging for it.

Soon, Steve's gripping your hair as he thrusts brutally into you.

"There's my girl," Steve grunts as you writhe underneath him. "Look at you, stretched out and trembling."

You feel so full, so hot. It was dirty, the way you could hear the wet noises of your pussy filling the room as Steve fucked you. The familiar heat comes back with a vengeance, coiling tightly.

Sweat drips down your forehead as you hold onto Steve, legs wrapping around his hips to keep him close. 

"Steve, I'm—"

"That's right, sweetheart," Steve mutters as he snaps his hips into you. "You're cumming, aren't you? You're gonna cream all over my cock."

You whine, his words making the tension tighter inside you.

"I want you to remember this," Steve presses a sensual kiss to your lips, licking inside your mouth. "I want you to remember that it's me making you cum. No one else. It's only ever going to be me that's making you cum. You want that, don't you? Want me."

Somehow, Steve moves faster inside you, pulling your hair back to kiss your throat.

Oh, god, the coiling was tightening more and more.

"Yes, yes, yes," you mumble. "It's you. Please, please make me cum." You're so desperate right now.

"Go on, sweetheart," Steve tells you as he moves his hand down to swipe at your clit. 

You shatter underneath Steve, your walls gushing and clenching at Steve's cock, pulling him in and just begging to never let him go. 

"Shit," Steve swears at the feel you, but he ploughs on. You barely have time to settle over your orgasm before Steve builds another one in you and makes you cum again, overlapping the first.

His thrusts get harsher and more jagged until—

"I'm gonna cum," Steve grits out. "Gonna cum deep inside you, then you'll really be mine. Always perfect, always mine."

You're still coming down from your orgasm before you look at Steve for a moment. His face becomes open, the way it always does with you. It contorts into pleasure as you feel his hot ropes of cum painting your insides. 

Your legs feel like jelly, and you feel sated. Steve remains inside you, his cock still not finishing pumping. He only softens a little, but the thought of you keeps him from going completely limp. 

He begins to slowly thrust again.

"Steve—" You groan. Your arms are boneless, but they grip at his hip, trying to push him away. It was good, but it was too much now. The pleasure of his thrusts was borderline on pain. "I can't anymore."

"No," Steve mutters as if he doesn't even register you. "Gotta fuck you again. Gotta make sure you don't remember what he feels like in you."

"Steve?" You call his name before a wrecked cry makes its way out of you.

He likes the way his name falls from your lips. It sounds just the way it's supposed to. Your nails dig into his hips before Steve grabs both of them, forcing them over your head into the mattress.

Cries and whimpers start to fall from your lips as Steve hushes you, kissing you tenderly as he rutts inside you. Even with the pain, your body still reacts to him, pulling him in further.

"Until you love me, sweetheart," Steve tangles your fingers together. "We're finished when you tell me you love me."

➵➵➵☽☾➵➵➵ 

Steve never planned for Hydra to infiltrate the castle. It was too close to home, too close to you, and Steve would never put you at risk. 

He already has his plans. First, poison the king with an airborne product Lord Stark had created. He would get weak and weary until he died peacefully in bed. 

And Bucky? Well, Bucky would die on his next mission. A faulty horse or perhaps to save one of his knights—one of Steve's knights. He would die a hero and be revered like he deserved.

But all things considered, Steve never took things for granted. So, under all the chaos, Steve snuck into the throne room where he knew his father would be hiding.

The king had been happy to see him, thinking Steve was here to secure him to safety. It was why it was so easy to plunge his sword through his back.

Bucky, though, was a little more complicated.

"Steve, you need to go get her and get out of here," Bucky shouts at him while locked in a fight with Rumlow. Eventually, Bucky gets the upper hand, jabbing his elbow into Rumlow's face and knocks him down. 

"I will keep her safe, I always have," Steve said calmly as he steps forward.

"Good, I—what do you think you're doing?" Bucky hisses as Steve raises his sword against him. 

"I love you, Bucky. As far as half-brothers go, no one will ever be able to replace you," Steve tells him. "But I also want her and you're getting in the way of that."

"You're going to kill me over her?!" Bucky hisses. "I love her too but I would never kill you to have her!"

"That's why I know I love her more," Steve shakes his head. "You have all the things you could ever need. I had nothing but her. Why couldn't you just let me have her?"

"She isn't a prize to fight over!" Bucky snarls. "She loves me, she always has."

"She'll learn to love me too."

Steve brings his sword down, and the two of them fight like they had during the mock battle, but the stakes are so much higher. But just like the mock battle, Steve gains the upper hand and drives his sword through Bucky's stomach.

For a moment, everything is still, and Steve feels his stomach drop, knowing he's fallen and there's no going back. 

"Bastard," Bucky gasps as Steve yanks his sword back, letting Bucky fall to the ground. "Stay away from her, you hear me? Keep your sick hands off her."

"I'm sorry," Steve kneels and apologizes as if he didn't hear anything. "I'll take care of her."

Bucky wants to say something else but no longer has the energy and can't find his voice. The light fades away with ease as he stares at the night sky. 

"Hah."

Steve turns to see Rumlow standing, wiping his busted lip where Bucky hit him. 

"Well, I didn't realize there was such discord here. A prince killing another prince, his own half-brother? You might just be Hydra material."

Steve stands, readying his sword again.

"You know nothing you speak of." Steve frowns before Rumlow charges him.

They stand, swords locked against each other.

"Hydra is nothing but a barren wasteland. None of you know how to want anything other than your own demise," Steve's face is harsh.

"I want something that gives me life—meaning. And it was going to belong to the king. So, I'm going to ascend the throne because you see, I want what the king has."

Steve slides his sword down and swings Rumlow's right out of his hand before he drives his sword right up through Rumlow's chest.

And he hears your shuddered gasp.

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Lessons in Temptation

Andy Barber x Fem!Reader x Ari Levinson

Word Count: 5133

Summary: Your mob boss husband Andy discovers your affair with your bodyguard Ari and he’s not too happy about it.

Warnings: explicit language, really bad dirty talk, first time writing smut, 18+, explicit sexual content, very slight spin kink, edging, exhibitionism,  voyeurism, praise kink, threesome, implied cheating, beard kink, fluff, pure smut very little plot, daddy kink, hopefully I didn’t miss any!

A/N: This is my entry for Siri’s 5k Soft Dark Challenge. Congratulations to the queen of smut herself @stargazingfangirl18 on 5k! Siri, thank you for encouraging me to write this and I hope you enjoy it! Quote prompts are in bold. 

if you’re a minor, please DNI!

Please do not repost, publish or translate my work. Reblogs and comments are appreciated! Thank you for reading :)

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The sun was beaming down on you as you laid face down on a lounge chair. Light glistened along the water, making it so inviting but you were trying to get your tan set before Andy took you to the French Riviera in a couple weeks. Your bikini top was laying underneath you and you were cautious of your movements, refusing to flash the guards scattered around the yard. Your dark sunglasses made it easier for you to ogle the two guards closest to you.

 Ari stood facing you, his scrutinizing eyes always returning to your bare back, and the swell of your ass, barely covered in your bottoms. The other guard, a rather handsome yet twitchy fellow named Mitchell or Mike or something, was facing away from you surveying the surroundings. 

You were used to having Ari around, he was your personal guard, but recently due to your husband’s work activities he was more worried about your safety and you always had two guards or more around. Leaving little time for you and Ari to be alone. 

A little smirk formed on your lips as you recalled how Ari joined you in the shower this morning, claiming the closer he was, the better he could guard you. Pressed against the glass, he took you from behind, whispering about how he was doing his job so well right now. You still felt his touch ghosting along your skin and you shivered at the feeling. You see Ari’s quirked an eyebrow at you but you ignored him, returning to the article you were reading on your phone. 

You were fully distracted that you almost missed another one of the guards whispering something in Ari’s ear, followed by him going inside. An uneasy feeling settled in your stomach in his absence and you tried to focus back on your phone to no avail. A few minutes passed before the same guard returned, coming to let you know that your husband wanted you dressed and in his office as soon as possible. 

Andy had summoned you to his office and you knew there was no room to argue. Your husband didn’t take no for an answer. Honestly this was a normal occurrence for the two of you. Sometimes he just wanted to fuck you during his conference calls, said it made him feel more powerful, yelling at people while he was balls deep in you. Other times he missed you and needed you to sit on his cock while he worked. Just so he could be close to you. But a majority of the time he yelled at you for something you had done wrong. Well it wasn’t your fault that the man had too many rules. Plus you were a glutton for punishment.

Clad in one of his favorite dresses you headed to meet him. Your knuckle rapped on the door of his office and after hearing his gruff “come in”, you entered. You were surprised, to say the least, to find he wasn’t alone. Ari, your bodyguard, was leaning against one of the bookshelves, his huge muscular body tense. His arms were crossed and practically straining against the fabric of his uniform. He didn’t even glance at you when you walked in, just stared stoically at the space in front of him. Something was definitely wrong, it hadn’t crossed your mind that your husband was the one who called Ari inside.

“My wife, there she is,” Andy proclaimed, gesturing for you to shut the door. He reached up to undo the top button of his collar as his predatory eyes watched me. “Come here, my love”. 

You followed his order and walked over to stand next to his leather chair. He scooted the chair back and stood. 

Taking your hand, he pulled you to stand before him and wrapped his arms around you. Your head tilted back to look at him, his beautiful blue eyes were angry but the bright smile on his face contradicted that. You were suddenly nervous. You were right to be, Andy was downright pissed.

He kissed you tenderly, pressing you back against the desk. The edge was digging into your back but none of that mattered as his hands began to descend down your body. Andy knew your body so well and as his hands traced their way down your curves, he knew you were putty in his hands. His hand slipped up the hem of your dress, and ran down the front of your panties. He smirked, enjoying the feel of your juices soaking the fabric.

You broke the kiss, head falling backwards as you savored the feeling. Your eyes fluttered shut when he pushed your panties aside, running his thick finger through your folds.

“Already so wet for Daddy, aren’t you, you little slut?” You gasped at his words, head snapping up to look at him but you couldn’t help the gush of arousal that the words caused. You blushed, feeling embarrassed for liking it. Him calling you a slut was new, usually it was sweeter things like baby, love, princess, never anything like this. 

Andy hummed against your throat, as he felt the effect of his words “You like that baby? You like being called a slut? My bad little wife,” He kissed your throat a few more times before biting down on your pulse point. Your head fell back again, a loud moan escaping your lips.

He took this moment to plunge two fingers into your tight hole, and one moan morphed into several. Your thoughts a jumbled mess as Andy found a steady rhythm, his thumb circling your clit. His teeth and mouth leave artwork along your throat and collarbones. You keen loudly as he grounds his palm against your clit, sensations arising in the pit of your stomach. You knew you were close, cord ready to snap. 

“Oh Andy - fuck,” You whimpered, your eyes opening catching a glimpse of Ari staring at you, his eyes dark with lust. You had forgotten he was even in the room, Andy truly had that ability to make your brain stop working. His eyes locked with yours, as Andy worked you up that incline.

Strong hands gripped your jaw and brought your face back to Andy’s. “Don’t look at him, he’s not the one, knuckles deep in your pussy,” He growled against your lips, capturing them in a hard kiss. You gasped against him, when his fingers found that sweet spot, hitting it repeatedly, and he deepened the kiss, hand holding the back of your head.

Just on the verge of your climax, he stopped, hands and mouth detached from you and you almost fell forward. Andy’s hands gripped your shoulders keeping you upright and you tried to catch your breath, eyes searching his face for an answer. His eyes had darkened exponentially and his face was hard.

“Sluts don’t get to orgasm,” He purred, “At least not until I’m not done completely wrecking them.”

Despite his harsh words, you found yourself clenching your thighs attempting to create some sort of friction. 

“Get on the desk and spread your legs,” He ordered, walking around his desk to Ari. You stared with shocked eyes as he held up his wet fingers to Ari’s lips. “You wanna taste her Levinson? I promise she’s the sweetest thing you’ll ever taste. Come on, just a little taste.” His fingers pressed against Ari’s lips but Ari didn’t budge, his eyes back to staring straight ahead. 

“I said “TASTE HER!” Andy commanded, his voice booming through the office. 

Ari’s eyes slowly dragged to the man in front of him, the same height, slightly smaller frame yet he radiated so much power. His lips fell open reluctantly and Andy’s fingers slid in. Ari unintentionally groaned as he sucked your juices from Andy’s fingers. Your mouth hung open at the sight before you. This was the hottest thing you had ever seen and you whimpered desperately. 

Andy’s voice quickly popped your bubble, “Princess, you better be on that desk by the time I turn around.” 

And you scrambled to get your ass on the desk, laying back with your legs spread open, panties discarded on the ground. You watched with cautious eyes as Andy came back to you, plopping down in his chair. He was now eye level with your pussy and that alone made you wetter. You looked down at him leaning back on your elbow to find Andy was smiling back up at you like a Cheshire cat. 

He nuzzled his face in your curls, inhaling your scent. The guttural sounds that ripped through his chest could be described as nothing short of primal. His arms wrapped around your thighs, as he dove in. Your back bowed sharply, as you screamed out. His large hand came to rest on your stomach pushing you down as his lips wrapped around your bundle of nerves, sucking hard. Your fingers tugged on his hair as broken moans and breathy pants left your lips. Just as you were about to go over the edge, he stopped, thighs shaking at the denial of your release. You whined loudly, earning you a hard slap on your thigh. 

“Oh baby, I haven’t even begun to wreck you yet,” Andy threatened, hand gliding up your body, squeezing one of your clothed breasts before settling at your throat. 

He could kill you with that hand, you had seen him do it to others, but when his fingers closed around your throat, all you wanted was for him to squeeze tighter. Sensing your want, he complied, adding a little more pressure.

Time felt like it was going in slow motion, minutes felt like hours, and you had lost all cognitive thought, your thighs vibrating violently from the need to orgasm. Andy wasn’t gonna let you cum and you were about to lose it. Your nails dug into his scalp, trying to push him away or hold him closer, you weren’t exactly sure at this point. 

The wet quenching sounds your pussy made as his fingers plunged in and out of you, made his dick press harder against his zipper. But Andy wasn’t nearly close to being done with you. The sounds coming out of your mouth were so desperate and needy, Andy almost felt bad as he pulled back for the umpteenth time. His beard glistened with your arousal, and he licked his lips at the sight of your distraught face, looking down at him with hooded eyes. 

“Look at you, stretched out and trembling.” He mused, standing up. Your pleas fell on deaf ears and you collapsed back on the desk, trying to steady your heartbeat. From the corner of your eye, you saw that Ari was still standing there, solid as a rock, the only change in him was the straining bulge in his pants. Your mouth watered at the sight, temporarily distracted from the ache between your legs. 

Andy watched as your eyes roamed the beefy bodyguard and the sight made him angry yet aroused. Wanting your attention again, he ran his finger down your folds, pushing the tip into your hole before quickly pulling out, reveling in the sight of you clenching around nothing. He knew your need was so strong, it wouldn’t take much to make you cum now. But he had other plans on his mind. 

Andy planted a kiss on your forehead “Daddy’ll be right back sweetheart, I need to go get something.” You nodded weakly in response. “Ari is gonna take care of you in the meantime and when I return, I’m gonna fuck you til you can’t walk for a week,” Andy promised, some of inital his anger gone, but some still lingering. 

Andy’s words shocked you, worried he was testing you for a reaction, but Andy kissed you lovingly on the lips before turning to Ari.

“Levinson, if you don’t make her cum by the time I get back, I won’t let you have any fun,” Andy stated sharply.

“Yes sir,” Ari agreed tensely.

Ari moved at lightning speed at the click of the door. He gathered you in his arms, kissing you animalistically. “Ari,” You breathed out his name in desire. Your fingers combed through his soft long honey locks, legs wrapping around his waist. Your hips rocked up against his erection, attempting to ease the ache.

“Fuck beautiful, I missed you. I honestly thought he’d never leave,” He caught your next moan with his lips, hands unzipping your dress. Detaching momentarily, he tore the dress off of you, leaving you bare in front of him. He gripped your hips almost painfully and grind harder against you. 

His name fell from your lips like a prayer as you clung onto his broad shoulders. Ari’s hands scorched a path along your curves, resting just under your breasts as his lips kissed down your decolletage. His beard scratched your skin deliciously as he kissed the valley in between your soft peaks.

Lips never leaving your skin, he nibbled and licked the soft skin of your right breast, following a path to your nipple. Soft lips locked around your nipple, biting down softly and giving it a pull. Your eyes rolled back in your head, and you let out a soft whimper. His baby blue eyes never left your face, storing your expressions into memory just in case. His hand came up to stroke your face gently and you leaned into it. 

Letting go of your nipple with a pop, he brought himself back up to kiss you. This kiss was nothing like others you had shared, this was desperate and urgent, like it was the last one you would ever share. 

Ari gave you one more kiss, before sliding down your body and falling down to his knees. His calloused hands ran up and down your thighs, never reaching where you needed them most. Licking his lips, he took in the glorious view before him, looking like a man ready to worship at the altar. He started his journey on your left inner thigh, sucking and marking you before switching to the right side.

“Ari - please,” You begged, lifting your hips to persuade his attention there. You were so sensitive from your denied orgasms and you needed him so badly. Ari chuckled into your skin, but continued his teasing. 

“Shhh baby, he’s gonna be back soon, and I have to taste as much of you as I can. Let me dote on you for a little bit longer. My pretty pretty girl,” Ari pleaded, his words heating up your body. Your fingers reached out to stroke his hair, this big adoring man who treated you like a delicate flower. He smiled up at you, and your heart shuttered for a moment, before picking up pace. He settled comfortably in the apex of your thighs, carefully placing a leg over each of his broad shoulders. He licked a heavy stripe from your sopping hole to your clit. 

An inhuman sound slipped your lips and your hips lifted for more. Planting wet kisses on your clit before he suckled on it, swirling his tongue in circles. Your hands reached out in search of something to grab on to and his hand found yours, squeezing reassuringly. One hand in his, and the other gripping the desk above, you gyrated your hips against his face, the burn of his beard against your sensitive lips adding to the buildup in your core. 

His tongue continued to caress your folds, drawing sweet sounds out of you and making him double down on his assault. He licked all the way down to your second hole, tongue fucking it briefly before making his way back up to your clit. His fingers pressed against your entrance, one thick finger, followed shortly by a second. Your head whipped from side to side, pleasure overloading your body. Your orgasm knocked into you like a wave, and your body came off the surface as you screamed. Ari lapped up everything you were giving him, moaning as you took over his taste buds.

“You have one more for me, beautiful?” He asked unbuckling his pants as he stood back up. Your limbs felt like jello, legs still shaking from the aftershocks of your orgasm, chest heaving but hell if you were going to turn him down. 

“Yes sir.” Ari swore his cock twitched from the raspiness of your voice and he sped up his actions, pulling his boxers down. His hard cock slapped against his abs, and you found the strength to sit up and take a hold of it, twisting your wrist as you gave him a gentle tug. His hips jerked at your touch and let you guide him to your still clenching hole.  

Ari pushed in inch by inch, letting you accommodate his girth, until he bottomed out. He leaned forward to kiss you and you wrapped your arms around his neck holding him there. He deepened the kiss, tongue tangling with yours as he drew himself out until only his tip sat in you before driving back into you. He grinded his hips against yours with each slow hard thrust, the thick veins of his cock caressing your inner walls. His lips never left yours as he made love to you. 

Slowly the coil tightened again in your belly, and you clenched harder around him. Your heels dug into his ass as you tried to urge him to move faster. Reading your body language, he picked up his pace, making you shudder beneath him.

“Come on baby, cum for me,”Ari purred in your ear. His gruff voice pushed you over the edge as the coil snapped and you dug your nails into his back, mewling loudly. Ari’s throaty groan filled your ears, and he rutted into you harder at the feel of your cunt fluttering around him. “Fuck beautiful, I’m all yours. You were made for my cock and I’m gonna fill you up so nicely,” With that promise and a few snaps of his hips, Ari flooded you with his warm cum, your first orgasm blending into a second one.

Andy had come back to the room, around the time you were making inhuman noises, silently watching as another man took apart his wife. You cared about Ari, Andy knew that, but he also knew he wasn’t willing to lose you to him. He loved you so deeply, and knew if he hurt Ari, you would never forgive him. So he made a choice to let it happen on his own terms. 

He cleared his throat making his presence known, and you sat up immediately, turning to face him. You didn’t know why you felt the need to cover the marks Ari left on your breasts, but your hands crossed over your chest anyways. Your eyes fell to the object in your husband’s hands, a simple silk scarf, the one you two normally used when he tied you up. You could hear Ari buckling up his pants behind you but your eyes were glued to Andy who was coming towards you. You craved his approval and his love, almost as much as you craved Ari’s touch.

Andy cupped your face, gazing into your eyes before he kissed you softly and full of desire. His hands slid down your neck, your shoulders, your arms until he pried your arms away from your chest, your breasts dropping with a bounce. 

“Never hide from me, my love. Levinson left some pretty marks on you, no need to be ashamed. You’re my dirty little whore and you should wear them with pride,” He whispered against your lips. 

“Good work Levinson, I see you managed to make her cum.” He said over your shoulder, alluding to wetness clinging to Ari’s beard and your thighs. Andy’s tone implied that he didn’t think Ari’s performance was quite up to snuff. Ari chuckled darkly, shaking his head. 

Ignoring Ari’s reaction, he turned his attention back to you, his ocean blue eyes scanning your face before lingering downward to your chest. He wet his lips and held a breast in his hand, enjoying the weight of it in his palm. Thumb swiped over the hardened pebble. Keeping eye contact, he bent down and took the other one in his mouth, his fingers pinching and pulling on the first. 

Soft gasps escaped you and you held his head against your chest, arching up for him. Andy switched over to the other one, repeating his tactics until you were a moaning mess. You chanted Andy’s name like a broken record, your breasts sensitive enough to send you back over the edge from his attention. 

Letting you come down your high, he gently guides you off the desk and onto the leather couch. “How do you want me, Daddy? You asked sweetly, looking up at him through your eyelashes, your need to please him surfacing. “Oh my dirty girl wants to play innocent,” Andy praised, fingers sinking into your hair and yanking your head backwards. . 

“Okay baby, since you asked so sweetly, open up your pretty mouth.” Your jaw popped open immediately, tongue out, as you started to drop to your knees. Andy yanked your hair again, stopping your descent. “Nope, not that,” He tsked, and you complied. 

“Levinson, come spit in her mouth,” You hadn’t even noticed Ari’s approach until he was standing next to Andy, both men towering over you. Gripping your chin, he leaned over and spit in your mouth. Andy was pushing all new boundaries tonight and you were kinda enjoying your husband’s adventurous side. Holding Ari’s wrist, Andy guided your face towards him and he did the same thing. 

“Fuckkk-!” Andy groaned, palming his erection needily. “Now swallow baby and bend yourself over the arm of the couch, knees on the cushion.”

Swallowing obediently, you grinned widely at your two men before doing as you were told. Ass up the air, you bent yourself over the armrest, and looked over your shoulder. Both men groaned at the sight of you, for once in agreement. Andy began to remove his clothes, Ari following his lead as you watched them lustfully from the couch. Ari was built like a god, rugged around the edges with muscles so defined they could cut glass, chestnut hair dusting over them perfectly. A plethora of tattoos covered his gorgeous body making him that much more irresistible.

“How are we doing this, Mr. Barber?” Ari questioned, eyes never leaving yours.

“Levinson, I want her to choke on your cock. She’s a bit of a cumslut it seems and tonight she’s gonna get everything that’s coming to her,” Andy instructed, coming to kneel behind you. His cock pressed in between your ass cheeks, as he ran his hands up and down your back. 

Your husband was leaner than Ari, but just as defined, his sinewy muscles were graceful and strong. His powerful, well built body was littered with scars that you loved to take your time kissing at night.  He took both of your wrists and pulled them behind you, causing your body to lean further over the ledge. Expertly securing the silk scarf around them, he rested your arms on your back.

 Placing his hands on your hips, his finger traced the A.B that was tattooed at the top of your left ass cheek. Knowing his preference for taking you from behind, you chose that particular spot for his initials and he loved it. He ran his cock through your dripping folds, a mixture of you and Ari, getting himself ready to dive into your warm cunt. 

Collecting some of that moisture on his thumb, he ran it over your puckered hole and admired as you ached towards him, when he pushed his thumb in and then back out. That would have to wait, tonight he wanted to fuck you so hard you couldn’t remember who you were.

Meanwhile, as Andy appreciated your backside, Ari stepped in front of you. Glee filled you as you came face to face with his erection again, the head red and weeping. Sticking your tongue out, you kitten lick his slit, and his salty taste made you mewl. Ari, holding onto the base of his cock, allowing you to suck on his tip, before directing it further in. His hand went to the back of your head, as he slowly began to fuck your mouth. His cock hits the back of your throat and you swallow in effort to take in more of him. 

A sharp snap of Andy’s hips caused you to choke further on Ari. You relished in the slight burn as your silky walls were stretched around by Andy’s thick cock, gripping him so tightly that low groan rumbled out of him. You felt so full, it was almost unfathomable. Breathing through your nose, you managed to keep Ari down for a few seconds longer, before he pulled back out, finding a comfortable rhythm for the two of you.

Andy smacked your ass, watching it jiggle lusciously before doing it again, each time harder than the last. You were growing tender with each slap to your ass cheek and he growled at the sounds you made. He could hear you moaning around Ari’s cock, as you tried to keep the damn thing in your mouth. With tears streaming down your pretty face, you were a sight to behold.

 “You like being stuffed from both ends, don’t you baby? Such a good little slut, taking both of us flawlessly.” Andy grunted, feeling you clench around him harder at his words. His hand dug into your ass while his other hand gripped your bound wrists using it as leverage to drive in at a more brutal pace. His balls hitting your clit with each rut of his hips, the obscene sounds of skin on skin resounding through the room. 

You were in a state of euphoria like you’d never experienced before and your body was intensely careening closer to the edge. Andy’s cock stroked your velvety walls, hitting all the right spots while Ari fucked your face, his cock heavy on your tongue, leaving you full and wanted.The hoarse groans and pants leaving both of their lips, filled you with a sense of pride. 

You were driving Ari mad, your mouth felt like heaven to him and the sounds you were making around his cock caused Ari to tighten his grip on your hair. He felt a tightness in his abs and balls and knew he was close.

 “Oh fuck babygirl, I’m gonna- ,”Ari gasped, hips jolting forward sharply before spilling his thick ropes of cum down your throat. Holding you flush against the base of his cock until he was certain you hadn’t missed a drop, he slowly began to pull out. Your jaw ached and your chin was covered in a mixture of drool and cum but you were oh so content. Ari leaned down to capture your lips in a sweet kiss, his hair falling around your face. “My beautiful girl,”He mumbled.

Andy observed the exchange and was surprised to find he wasn’t as jealous as he originally was. You were his wife and that would never change but maybe he could learn to share you with Ari. Anybody else would die instantly, but Ari, he could live with it, for you. He doubled down on his thrusts, eating up the beautiful whimpers you were making against Ari’s mouth. 

“Baby, you feel amazing around me. Your perfect pussy is milking my cock so hard” Andy groaned, hands tightening on your hips as he sped up to an almost painful speed. You pulled away from Ari’s lips, forehead resting against his, as Andy rammed into you. His hand came around to grip your throat and arch you back so your back was pressed against his chest. The angle caused Andy to go deeper, tip kissing your cervix with each thrust. Ari’s fingers found your tender, throbbing clit, rubbing small circles, and sent you wailing in pleasure as the coil snapped a fourth time, pushing you into the throes of pleasure. 

The orgasm that wracked your body is so intense, your whole body tenses, toes curling as your head falls back on Andy’s chest, mouth parting in a wordless cry. It felt like your soul was like leaving your body.

Andy heeded shortly after, the feeling of your satiny insides pulsating around him took him over the edge after you, a couple short thrusts before he painted your walls completely. Breathlessly you fell forward together and he breathed heavily against your shoulder blade. 

Slowly collecting himself, Andy pulled out, feeling possessive as his cum dribbled out of you. You whimpered at the slight pain and loss of him as he untied your hands. Sitting back on the couch, he gently yanked you on his lap, resting your head on his chest. You clung to him breathing heavily, his masculine scent filling your nostrils. 

Andy gestured to Ari to have a seat next to you. Ari instead sprawled along the rest of the couch as much as his size would allow and laid his head on your chest, nuzzling into your breasts. Andy scoffed at his childish counterpart, feeling his heart swell as you giggled at Ari. He kissed your temple and you looked up at him, hands playing with Ari’s hair.

“I love you Andy,” You said softly, wondering what was going to happen next. Andy kissed the tip of your nose. 

“I love you too baby. This wasn’t my intention when I called you here, but I forgive you.”

Your eyes widened, you had figured out that he knew but hearing him say he forgave you was unexpected. Ari sleepily watched the two of you, hand stroking your leg in comfort.

“You what?” You asked in disbelief. 

“I forgive you,” He repeated, lacing his fingers through yours and kissing your hand. “You obviously care about him and I can’t lose you or hurt you so I will learn to live with it. You and Ari can continue to see each other but only when I’m involved, but in public he’s your bodyguard and nothing else,” Andy continued. “Because you’re MY wife and that will never change.”

“Of course not, I love being your wife,” You responded, giving him a loving kiss, and resting your head back on his chest. Andy hummed his approval.  

 “However, break my rules and next time I won’t let either of you cum,” Andy muttered, burying his nose in your hair.

You snuggled tiredly into him, feeling too blissed out to respond.

“So, since there will be a next time, does this mean she can get an A.L tattooed on her other asscheek?” Ari mumbled into your skin. 

Andy’s hand shot up to smack him upside the head. “Ow, sorry boss,” He responded, cuddling further into you.

#andy barber x y/n #andy barber fanfiction #andy barber x reader #ari levinson fanfiction #ari levinson x reader #siris5ksoftdarkchallenge

[americasass91]

The Shield and the Sweater

Hello lovelies! This little fic came to me when the lovely, beautiful, talented @stargazingfangirl18​ asked a very important question on her blog. Would you rather be enemies to lovers with Steve Rogers or friends with benefits with Ransom Drysdale. Well my greedy ass wanted both. Thus the birth of this story. I also turned it around a little to make it fit into Siri’s 5k Soft Dark Challenge! I’ve never written anything dark before. Also not sure if this classifies as soft!dark or if it’s more dark. But it’s one of those! If that makes you uncomfortable, then please don’t read it. This is also my first time writing a threesome, so let me know if it sucks! I hope you enjoy it! 😘

General prompts:

8)The town golden boy isn’t as sweet as everyone thinks.

Dialogue prompts:

3)”Oh, honey, you weren’t supposed to see that.”

11)”I’ve waited a long time for this, sweetheart.”

Rating: Explicit(if you’re under 18, please leave)

Words: 6.2k(this one got away from me, sorry)

Warnings: soft!dark/dark themes, unprotected sex, anal sex, vaginal sex, threesome(M/M/F), manipulation, language, model!Ransom being an asshole, Steve not being who you think he is

“And I really think if everyone pitches in to make these changes, it’ll really make a difference in the long run.”

Wow, so this is how you were going to die. In your whole 20 something years of existence, you never thought boredom would be your cause of death.

Sure, you were the lead Accountant at Stark Tower and these monthly meetings were mandatory. But did you really have to be here to listen to Rogers go on and on about how we can ‘improve our working environment’? Why did he even care anyway? He was barely ever here as it is.

You must have been zoning out worse than you thought because next thing you know your coworker, Janet, is poking you in the side and pointing towards Steve.

With a quick glare sent her way, you move your gaze to the Captain. He is giving you the same look he always does. Like he’s disgusted with you. “I’m sorry Miss Y/L/N. Am I boring you?”

A scoff escapes your mouth. “No, not at all Captain Rogers. I just love when people who are never here seem to always have an opinion on how things are run and how they could be better.”

He narrows his eyes at you. “Do you have a problem with me, Y/N? Cause if you do, I’m sure there’s a way to solve that.”

You stand up and match his expression. You lean forward with your hands resting on the table. You can’t help but notice the Captain drops his gaze to your cleavage that’s now on more display than before. But just as quick as it was there, his gaze rises back up to meet your face. “Is that a threat, Captain Rogers?”

“Oh, it’s more than a-“

Tony quickly stands up and claps his hands together. “Okay! Meeting adjourned! You two, come here!”

You quickly straighten yourself up and make your way over to Tony. You always try to make sure you show him as much respect as you can. He’s your boss after all.

“I’m so sorry, Mr. Stark. My emotions got the better of me. It won’t happen again.”

He nods to you. “Thank you, Y/N. I accept your apology. But what I’m not understanding is why Steve here wanted to fire you?”

You both turn to look at Steve who has a sheepish expression on his face. “Yeah, sorry about that, Tony. She just seems to bring out this ugly side of me. I’ll try to keep it more contained next time.” He then moves his gaze to you. “Sorry, Y/N. I promise to be more professional moving forward.”

He makes a quick exit, leaving you shocked that he apologized at all. Ever since you started here almost a year ago now, you’ve been at each other’s throats. It was your fault really.

It was your first week and you were in the break room grabbing some coffee when you overheard a few of your coworkers making fun of Steve for being a virgin. Now, you weren’t sure if it was true but you wanted to fit in so you made your way over to the group and asked if anyone calls him Captain Virgin. That earned you some big laughs. But the laughter died down quickly as Steve entered the room to grab some coffee. Judging by the glare he gave you, he heard what you had called him.

You went straight to Tony after that to apologize. You really didn’t want to get fired. But you wanted to make sure Tony heard the story from you before Steve got the chance to talk to him. To your utter surprise, Tony found the name hilarious and gave you a high five, saying you were going to fit right in.

Well long story short, it’s almost a year later and Steve is still getting called Captain Virgin. Oh but don’t worry, he has names of his own for you. His favorite is Tony’s Pet. For some reason, it really eats at you when he calls you that.

But the one thing you hate the most about Steve?

Is how utterly, hopelessly, and desperately attracted you are to the son of a bitch.

That happened in your second week when you went to use the complimentary gym and saw him beating the shit out of some poor punching bag. Your panties and your workout were definitely ruined after that.

The more you fought with Steve, the more you just wanted him to bend you over any surface and have his way with you.  

It was despicable how horny you were for him. You were pretty sure all he’d have to do is snap his fingers and point to the floor in front of him and you’d happily drop to your knees and take him down your throat.

So that left you leaving work every day in a horny state. You started by taking care of it yourself when you got home. But after a while even that wasn’t cutting it. Then you started bringing home one night stands. But after the 4th disappointing non-orgasm, you gave up and just learned to live with it.

Sure, you could attempt to start being nice to Steve and maybe ask him out. But you were pretty sure he hated you. Plus you have way too much pride to actually do that.

So that leads to now. It’s Friday night and your workday is almost over. You’re inputting the last few numbers from the last expense report in your pile.

You get the last number put in when Janet approaches you. She sits on the corner of your desk. “So, you coming tonight?”

You take your glasses off and lean back in your chair, stretching your arms over your head. “Coming where?”

She rolls her eyes at you. “Oh, come on Y/N! You know we go out almost every Friday night. You never come and you always say you will!”

You start to clear off your desk and put things back in their place. “Yeah well I could. Or I could go home and sit on my ass and do nothing.”

“Well, that explains why it’s looking a bit bigger lately.”

Janet’s jaw drops as she directs her gaze at Steve, who is now standing in front of your desk.

You smirk and lean on your elbows towards him. “You like looking at my ass, Rogers?”

He scoffs. “Well when it takes up that much space, it’s hard not to notice. But here, I came to give you this.”

He hands you what looks to be a 10 page expense report. “Sorry it’s late, I’ve been busy, you know. Saving the world.”

You ungraciously take it from him and throw it in your to-do pile. “That can wait until Monday. I’ve got plans. We’re going to-” you look towards Janet for clarification. “Lavo.” You turn your gaze back to Steve. “Yeah, we’re going to Lavo. So this will wait til Monday if that’s okay with you, sir.”

Steve does his best to move his bag and jacket subtly towards the front of his pants so you won’t notice his growing hard-on. He hates how turned on he gets when you guys get into it. And then you call him sir? Jesus. He clears his throat. “Of course, I'm the one who turned it in at the last minute.”

Janet speaks up quickly. “You could always come with us! It’ll be fun!”

You grin widely at him. “Yeah! You could finally get your cherry popped, Captain Virgin.”

Steve can’t help the blush that covers his cheeks. “Uh, I can assure you my cherry has been popped since the 40’s. But thank you for your concern. And thank you for the invite, Janet. But i think I’ll stay in tonight.” He takes out his phone and sends a quick text before turning around and walking towards the elevators.

Wow. He didn’t even try to retaliate. You shrug your shoulders and grab your purse before standing up. “Alright, I’ll go! But on one condition!”

Janet claps her hands in excitement and starts walking with you towards the elevators. “Sure, anything!”

You press the button for the lobby. “You are going to be my wingwoman. Cause this girl definitely needs to get laid.”

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Lavo is super packed by the time you guys arrive. Of course you all had to go home and change.

You decided to go with a simple, yet effective, little black dress that showed off just enough to get men’s attention.

Thankfully you are able to score the last table. The waiter comes over and gets everyone’s drink order. You decide to stick with your favorite. You don’t want to get too drunk on the off chance you find someone to take home.

About a half hour into hot office gossip, Lucy, who is sitting across from you, taps your arm. You raise your eyebrows in question towards her.

She subtly nods her head towards the bar. “Okay I’m pretty sure the hottest guy I have ever seen is checking you out.”

You can’t help the smirk that crosses your face. “Yeah? Which one?”

“You can’t miss him. He’s fucking hot. Like no comparison to any of the other dudes sitting up there.”

You glance down at your drink and quickly finish the remainder. You stand up and adjust your dress, pushing up your breasts in the process. “Well, then I guess it’s time for a refill.” You wink and turn to make your way towards the bar.

It doesn’t take long for you to spot him. And boy was Lucy not kidding. He was fucking hot. Brown hair, blue eyes, and a smug smirk that would normally turn you off. But on him it worked. And who even looks that good in a fucking cream colored cable knit?

You go up to the bar, not too close to Mr. Hottie of course, and patiently wait for the bartender.

Hottie McHothot not so subtly moves his gaze up and down your body. He must like what he sees. “Hey honey, have you ever raised chickens?”

Uh. That’s definitely not the first thing you expected to come out of his mouth. You look over at him with confusion on your face. “Uh, no. Why do you ask?”

He just shrugs his shoulders. “Just kinda figured you might. Cause you sure can raise a cock.”

Okay, you’ve definitely never heard that line before. You crack up. You’re pretty sure you even snorted on accident. Once you collect yourself you ask, “Has that line ever worked for you?”

The bartender makes his way over to take your order. After reordering what you had before, you turn towards Hottie and wait for his answer.

“Not sure, my buddy told it to me yesterday so this is the first time I’m using it. Did it work?”

You shrug your shoulders. “I don’t know. It was pretty cheesy.”

“Yeah, maybe. But it got you to laugh. So I’d say mission accomplished. Name’s Ransom. What’s yours, pretty girl?” He holds out his hand for you to shake.

Ransom. Now where have you heard that name before? You accept his hand shake. You can’t help but notice how much bigger his hands are than yours. Jesus. You could already feel your panties getting wet.

“My name’s Y/N. Ransom, that sounds familiar. Do I know you?”

He releases your hand and goes to take a sip of his bourbon. “Well, I guess that depends. Do you read magazines or have you seen the side of the city bus lately?”

You quickly wrack your brain. You don’t read many magazines. But the bus drives by you everyday on your walk to work. Holy shit! That’s it! He’s in his underwear on the side of the bus. You’ve drooled over that picture plenty of times.

“Oh, yeah! I remember now! I’ve seen you on the bus! What’s it an ad for? I can never really get past the almost naked man. A bit distracting on my way to work.”

He smirks as he briefly glances down at your breasts. “I’m glad you know my work. It’s an ad for Calvin Klein. For their new line of men’s briefs. Sorry I’ve been a distraction.” He sends you a wink.

Fuck. He was a model. And a popular one at that if he’s in an ad for Calvin Klein.

“I didn’t say I minded. You can make it up to me you know.” You wink back. Holy shit. Were you really flirting with a model?

“Yeah? Well, how about we get out of here and I’ll show you a fully naked man.”

Okay. Cheesy line number 2. Was that really going to work on you?

Yes.

Yes it was.

“Let me just go grab my purse.”

Drink forgotten, you go back to your table as quickly as you can without looking desperate. “Sorry, girls. But this is where I leave you.”

Janet glances down at her phone. “We haven’t even been here an hour yet! Where are you going?”

You send her a wink. “I’m leaving with that guy! You guys know him! Remember that ad on the side of the bus?”

They all turn their gaze to him. And they all make it very obvious. He just waves and sends them a smirk.

“Holy fucking shit! That’s the new Calvin Klein guy! Oh my god you lucky bitch!”

“Wait! Listen. We’ll let you go on one condition.”

You furrow your brows in confusion. “Okay?”

Janet gives you a naughty smirk. “On Monday I’ll need a report on if they had to stuff his briefs to get that delicious looking bulge or not.”

You give her a naughty smirk of your own. “I can totally do that.”

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Monday morning you were all smiles as you stepped off the elevator and headed towards your desk. You give Janet a wink as you pass by her. She quickly makes her way over just as you sit down. “Um, excuse me hoe. But is that the same dress you were wearing Friday night?”

You quickly grab the cardigan you always keep in your desk out and put it on and button it up, attempting to look a little more professional. “Maybe.”

Janet opens her mouth in shock. “You stayed the whole weekend with him? You little slut! How was it?”

You turn on your computer and grab for the expense report of Steve’s you left in your to-do pile. Then you turn towards your nosy coworker. “Well, if you must know, yes. I did stay the whole weekend with him. And I’m pretty sure I was in an orgasm-induced coma the whole time. It’s all kind of a rough, sticky, mind-blowing blur.”

“Are you going to see him again?”

You shrug your shoulders as you put in your login information on the computer. “I haven’t decided yet. While the sex was the best I’ve ever had, he’s kind of an ass. Talked about himself and all the famous people he’s hooked up with since becoming a model. I honestly kept initiating sex just to make him shut up.”

She gives you a look like you’re stupid. “I’m not seeing the issue here. So what if he talks about himself a lot? The sex was amazing. You need to lock that down girl.”

You roll your eyes at her. “That’s the thing, Janet. He doesn’t do relationships. He told me so multiple times. Plus I’m pretty sure he was texting another chick in between our ‘sessions’. I suppose if I’m desperate, I’ll get a hold of him.”

“You know you could always just have him on backup for sex. Like a friends with benefits situation.”

“Janet, I’m in my late 20s. I’m too old for that kind of relationship.”

“Exactly, you’re in your late 20s! This is the perfect time for that kind of relationship before you settle down and get married! Have one last final hoorah!”

“I can’t have this conversation before caffeine. I’m going to get coffee. You act like I’m dying soon or something.” You turn to walk away but then remember you were supposed to tell her something. “Oh yeah and by the way. The bulge is definitely not stuffed.”

You give her a wink and then head to the break room for some much needed coffee. When you see who’s in there, you almost contemplate going downstairs to a different break room.

Steve is standing at the counter, preparing his coffee. He turns when he hears you come in and gives you a once over. “Well, look what the cat dragged in.”

You grab a mug out of the cabinet beside him. “Sorry my appearance isn’t up to your standards today, Rogers. I was a little...busy this weekend.”

He takes a sip of his coffee to make sure it’s right. Then he moves out of your way so you can get to the coffee, but still staying close. “Busy getting run over by a truck? Cause that’s kind of what you look like.”

You pour yourself a generous amount of coffee and take a long sip, letting the bitter liquid slowly make you human. “Yeah, well. I was busy getting fucked all weekend, Rogers. But I know your little innocent mind wouldn’t know what that’s like.”

That wipes the stupid little smirk right off his face. He almost looks pissed. He moves even closer to you. Almost pressing himself right up against you. So close that you can smell his coffee-scented breath. If you were wearing panties, they’d be ruined.

“Not all of us feel the need to sleep around. Some of us are looking for a real connection. Not just a one night stand of meaningless, mediocre sex.”

You press yourself just a little closer to him, his chest now touching yours. “Oh, it was anything but mediocre. Maybe if you actually got some, you’d know what that feels like.”

He leans his head down until his mouth is next to your ear, his left hand now resting on your hip. “You really need to stop insinuating that I’m a virgin sweetheart. If you were nicer to me, I’d show you that I know how to fuck.” With that he backs up and heads out of the break room.

You let out the breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding. Jesus Christ. You swear you almost came.

And if you were nicer to him? Fuck him. He’s not nice to you either. That’s okay. You have someone who can scratch this itch.

You pull out your phone and send a quick text.

To: Fuckboi

You busy tonight? I could really use a release.

The reply came almost immediately.

From: Fuckboi

Didn’t get enough of my cock this weekend huh? I suppose I could make myself available.

You roll your eyes and quickly reply with your address and what time to be over.

The rest of the day passes by slowly. It takes you half the day to enter Steve’s expense report. God he’s descriptive. At least it’s completed. You can’t really say that much for the other Avengers. They usually half assed them and made them barely acceptable.

You are shutting down for the day when Steve approaches your desk. You remove your glasses and look at him expectantly. “Is there something I can help you with, Steve?”

A blush creeps it’s way across his cheeks. “Um, I was actually just wondering if you had time to go over the new expense report forms? They should be a lot easier to fill out.”

You glance down at the clock on your computer. Ransom is going to be at your place in about 20 minutes.“Can we do it tomorrow? I have company that’ll be showing up at my apartment in like 20 minutes.”

His hopeful smile falls. His face is now unreadable. “Would your company happen to be whoever you spent the weekend with?”

Confused, you grab for your purse after getting your computer shut down. “Actually, yes. Should I have asked your permission first?” You attempt a joke to ease the sudden tension.

He pulls out his phone and starts typing furiously. Wow. You weren’t aware he knew how to text. You hear it ping with a reply before he angrily puts it back in his pocket. “Sure, we can do this tomorrow. Wouldn’t want to get in the way of your whoreing around.”

Your jaw drops in surprise. Sure you guys were always throwing jabs at each other. But he’d never said anything like this before. And in such a mean tone.

You round your desk and stand right in front of him. “Fuck you, Steve.”

You hurry towards the elevators before he can see the tears that have welled up. You couldn’t let him know he had that power over you. Asshole. Thank god Ransom was coming over. Hopefully he could fuck what Steve just said right out of your head.

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You’ve lost count of how many orgasms Ransom has pulled from you with his mouth when there’s a knock on your door.

Ransom looks up at you from his kneeling position on your living room floor. “Did you invite someone else to join us, pretty girl?”

You scoff and push him away so you can stand up. You pull your dress down as you make your way towards the door. “Yeah. I can barely handle just you. I’m pretty sure if we added someone else, I’d actually die.”

You open the door and gasp in surprise. “Steve? What are you doing here?”

He rubs the back of his neck nervously. “Look, I know you probably already have company but I felt really bad about what I said to you earlier today and wanted to apologize.”

You have so many questions. “How did you know where I lived?”

That sheepish smile makes its appearance again. “I may or may not have looked in your employee file.”

You shake your head. “And you felt the need to come all the way here and apologize? Why not just text me?”

“It would only have felt right to me to do it in person. I really am sor-”

You feel a pair of arms wrap around you from behind. “Well, who do we have here? Why is Captain America at your door?”

You turn your head to address Ransom. “He just came by to apologize to me. I think he was just leaving.”

Steve has a disappointed look on his face. “Yeah, I suppose I was.”

“Awe, what a shame. I thought you were gonna ask him to join us, pretty girl.”

Steve’s eyes grow wide at the thought. You quickly speak up. “No, I don’t think he’d be comfortable with that. He’s a little old fashioned.” You give him a sincere smile. You didn't think that was a bad thing.

Steve looks back towards the elevators and then back to you. He clears his throat. “What if I wanted to join you?” Seeing your wide eyed look, he quickly adds, “Only if Y/N would be comfortable with that of course.”

You contemplate what the consequences could be in your head. But then you get distracted when Ransom starts grinding his hard on against your ass. “Come on, pretty girl. Make a decision.”

The next word comes out of your mouth faster than what your brain can process. “Okay.”

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Now you were standing awkwardly in your bedroom with Steve and Ransom looking at you expectantly.

You’ve never done this before so you’re not sure how this is supposed to go. “So, um. How do we start exactly?”

Ransom smirks and comes up behind you. “I think you should call the shots, pretty girl. If you’re okay with that, Steve?”

With the mention of his name, he walks towards you and places his hands on your hips. “I think that’s a great idea. Can I kiss you now?” He places his hand under your chin and raises your face up to meet his. “I’ve waited a long time for this, sweetheart.” With that, his lips meet yours. It’s explosive. You quickly wrap your hands around his neck and press yourself up against him.

You get so lost in the kiss, you forget that Ransom is there. That is until he presses his lips against your neck and presses himself against your ass. It presses you even further against Steve, making you feel his excitement against your lower belly.

You’re so overwhelmed already and you’d barely started. You may not survive this evening.

As you move your hands down to remove Steve’s shirt, Ransom is unzipping your dress, pressing kisses to every inch of exposed skin.

Without breaking the kiss, Steve moves his hands around to unhook your bra so he can get his hands on your breasts. He pinches your nipples, causing you to moan into his mouth. He moves his lips to your neck, sucking on your pulse point.

After successfully removing your dress, Ransom stands back up and turns your head to connect your lips. He starts rutting his clothed hard on against your naked ass. His left hand reaches around to bat one of Steve’s away so he can squeeze your breast.

Steve takes the hand that had been swatted away and moves it down to your soaking wet core. He starts lightly circling your clit. Just enough pressure to make you mewl.

You reach behind you with your left hand and tug at the waistband of Ransom’s briefs. “Off.” You moan out as you take your right hand and start attempting to take off Steve’s jeans. He smirks into your neck and helps you out. He barely gets them unbuttoned and unzipped before you’re reaching your hand into them and his boxers to grab his cock. It feels big.

Ransom grabs your left hand and places it on his now free cock. You wrap your hand around it and give it a squeeze before you start pumping your hand up and down. You do the same to Steve’s, making the both of them let out grunts against both sides of your neck. Steve increases the pressure on your clit a little. Still not enough.

“Nee-need, you. Please.” You weakly moan out. Ransom moves his mouth up to your ear. “How do you want us, pretty girl?”

You reluctantly pull away from both of them so you can think. You decide to be greedy. You point to Steve. “I want you to lay on the bed, please.”

He does as you ask. Putting his hands behind his head as he awaits further instructions.

You get on the bed and straddle him. You turn around and reach your arm out for Ransom. “Want you behind me.” You lean over and open your bedside drawer to grab the lube and toss it at Ransom. He smirks as he straddles Steve’s legs and gets behind you. He uncaps the lube and starts coating his cock with a generous amount. “Need my cock in that ass, pretty girl?”

You hold up your hand. “Wait.” You lean down towards Steve and give him a quick kiss. “Are you okay with this?”

He nods his head. “As long as you are.” You raise back up and smile at him. You turn your head and look at Ransom. “I’m assuming you're okay with this?”

He just smirks and squeezes some lube out so that it slides down the crack of your ass. “More than okay, pretty girl. Need me to stretch you out first?”

You smirk and pull him in for a quick, filthy kiss. “I think it got plenty stretched out this weekend.”

He matches your smirk. “You little slut. Wanting both of our cocks stuffing you full.”

You whimper as he lands a smack on your ass. Leaning up on your knees, you grab a hold of Steve’s cock and start running his tip up and down your folds. He places his left hand on your right hip and his right hand on your left thigh. “Condom?”

You quickly shake your head and pause your actions. “On the pill. Unless of course you’d be more comfortable with one.”

He shakes his head. “No, just making sure.”

You turn back to Ransom. “I’ll let you know when I’m ready for you.”

He nods and places his hands on your shoulders, waiting somewhat patiently.

You slowly sink down on Steve’s cock. He’s stretching you out so deliciously. It burns in just the right way. Ransom may be longer, but Steve is definitely thicker.

After you get fully seated on him, you take a minute to adjust. It only takes a few seconds. You turn your head towards Ransom. “Okay, I’m ready.”

He removes his right hand from your shoulder and grabs the base of his cock and starts pressing against the tight ring of muscle. He’d been in there a lot over the weekend. But it was still a tight fit regardless. He doesn’t go as slow and sheaths himself to the hilt, causing you to moan out in slight pain and pleasure.

Holy fuck. You feel so full. You think you might die. That is until Ransom removes his cock until just the tip remains and then forcefully thrust back in, causing you to grind on Steve’s dick.

Steve grunts out from the movement and starts thrusting up into you the best he can from his position. Ransom wraps his left arm around you and continues his thrusts, not letting up his pace. You don’t even really have to move, the both of them doing it for you. They somehow find the perfect rhythm. Each of them pulling out and pushing in at the same time. One of your hands is behind you, resting on the back of Ransom’s head while the other is resting on Steve’s chest.

Steve sits up suddenly and pulls you in for a kiss. “Like being stuffed with both of our cocks, pretty girl?” You hear from behind you. “Yes. So good. So full. Gonna cum.”

Ransom removes his arm from around you and reaches down and starts circling your clit. “Do it. Cum all over us. Make a mess.”

Steve can feel you squeezing him. “Please, sweetheart. Need to feel you cum on my cock. You’re gripping me so good.”

You explode. You clamp your eyes shut, seeing stars behind your eyelids. You let the both of them fuck you through it.

Ransom’s hips stutter. The fluttering around his cock is too good. He cums with a shout of your name, filling up your ass to the brim. He gives you a few more thrusts before he pulls out and collapses beside you two.

Steve’s been patient while you come down from your high. He lays back down, pulling you with him so that your chest to chest. He bends his knees and grabs onto your hips. “You ready, sweetheart?” You raise up, both of your hands on each side of his head. You give him a nod.

That’s all he needs. He starts fucking you, hard and fast, chasing his release. He can feel it building. He just needs to feel you come undone around him again. He moves one of his hands and starts circling your clit with his thumb. “Need you to cum for me again, Y/N.”

You shake your head. “Can’t. Too much.”

Ransom sits up beside you. “I know what she needs.” He reaches over with his left hand and wraps it around your throat, squeezing gently.

It makes you clench down on Steve’s cock. “Yeah? That all you needed, sweetheart? A hand wrapped around your pretty throat? I know you like it. Can feel you squeezing me.” He picks up his pace. The only sounds that can be heard are his grunts, your breathy monas, and skin slapping against skin.

It doesn’t take long for your orgasm to hit you. This one is somehow even more intense than the last.

You must’ve blacked out for a few seconds because the next thing you know, you’re waking up in between Steve and Ransom.

Steve smiles down at you. “There she is. We lost you for a second, sweetheart.”

You feel drunk. You smile goofily up at him. “Did you cum?”

Just as you ask that, you can feel his release seeping out of your overused cunt. Then you feel cum leaking out of your ass. You hide your face behind your hands in embarrassment. “I can’t believe we just did that.”

Ransom removes one hand while Steve removes the other. “Nuh uh uh. No hiding allowed, pretty girl. I have no regrets.” He looks at Steve. “Do you?”

Steve smiles down at you and leans down to press a soft kiss against your lips. “None from me. You tired, sweetheart?”

You let out a big yawn and nod your head, slowly closing your eyes. “Get some rest, pretty girl.” That’s the last thing you hear before sleep takes you.

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You wake up sometime in the early morning, stretching out your sore limbs. You know you have a dumb smile on your face. But you can’t help but notice your empty bed.

You sit up and hiss at the deliciously sore feeling between your legs. You grab your robe and slip it on. You can smell coffee coming from the kitchen. You giddily make your way out of the room and down the hallway. They both barely just come into view, still unaware you’re there, when you hear Steve speak.

“I thought you were going to be an asshole to her? Make her see I’m not that bad.”

You hear Ransom next. “I was an asshole to her. I’m sorry I dicked her down so good that she wanted more.”

Steve scoffs. “I never gave you the okay to fuck her!”

“You also didn’t tell me it was off limits. Look you got what you wanted right?”

“No, actually I didn’t. I didn’t pay you so we could have a threesome together.”

What the fuck? Steve paid Ransom to help him get in your pants?

“Ok, how about this? I’ll give you all of your money back if I can fuck her one more time before I go? Then we’ll be squared away.”

Steve seems to be conflicted. “Fine! But this is the last time Ransom. I have to get to work anyway. After this, she’s mine. And make sure she’s not late for work herself.”

Before you have time to react, Steve rounds the corner and sees you standing there. He has a deer caught in headlights look. Ransom comes up beside him and sees you. “Oh, honey, you weren’t supposed to see that.”

You slowly start backing up towards your bedroom. Steve moves towards you, stopping once you put your hands up. “Stay away from me! Both of you! I want nothing to do with either of you!”

Ransom moves past Steve and grabs onto your arms. “Oh, please. You’d fuck us again if we wanted. Wouldn’t you?”

You spit in his face. “Fuck you, Hugh.”

He gets a sinister look on his face. “Wrong move, pretty girl.” He looks toward Steve. “Don’t worry, I’ll fuck the brat out of her. You better tell her boss she won’t be in today.”

Your eyes go wide at his words. You start thrashing against him, trying your best to get away. Steve has had enough. He comes over and yanks you away from him and presses you against the wall. “You better calm down, sweetheart. I’ll treat you like a princess if you can be my good girl. Can you do that?”

You shake your head. “Why would you think I’d want anything to do with you after finding out you paid someone to help get into my pants?”

He gives you an evil smirk. “Because if you don’t, I’ll just have to release the tape of last night on the internet. Let everyone see how much of a slut you actually are.”

You narrow your eyes at him. “You’re bluffing.”

He smirks and turns his head towards Ransom. “Show her.”

Ransom gets his phone out of his pocket and swipes at the screen for a second before turning it in your direction.

Holy shit. They weren’t bluffing. There you were, getting fucked by the both of them. That would ruin you if it got out. Not only would you get fired, but your parents would probably disown you. You’d never have a normal relationship again. You’re fucked. Even more than you were last night. How had you not noticed they were recording it?

Ransom must have read your mind. “I set my phone up while you were busy with Steve’s fingers on your cunt and his tongue down your throat. I think you need to ask her again Steve.”

Steve grabs your chin and moves your gaze onto his face. “I’ll ask you again. Are you going to be my good girl? Let Ransom fuck you one more time and then it’ll just be me and you?”

You drop your gaze to the floor. You feel a tear run down your cheek as you whisper out, “I’ll be your good girl.”

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