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biteofcherry · 7 months
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I know you said that Steve from nesting wouldn't get jealous but what if someone got too close to reader, maybe like a new guard who doesn't know reader is taken or maybe a family member touching her for too long, does he get possessive and threatens them or does he intimidate the.?
Nesting
soft dark!Steve Rogers x reader
"Yelena." Steve's voice is it's usual calm, velvety softness; very deceiving.
"Boss?" She arches a brow, quite surprised that at the very end of the meeting Steve is addressing her.
If anything, it's usually Bucky asked to stay while all the men disperse to do the tasks. Her or Natasha, depending on which one of them is at the meeting and which one is with you, rarely linger.
But Steve addressed her, in front of everyone. Undoubtedly drawing attention with this unusual request.
"You've mentioned you know how to kill a man in fifty ways," Steve leans against the backrest of the big chair all relaxed, only the twitch of a muscle in his jaw betraying tension.
"Torture and kill. Yes." Yelena replies.
"You are free to use any method of your choice, if Mauricio ever again calls my wife buttercup, or any other for of endearment."
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marvelcriminalhoe · 2 years
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His Sinful Devotion
Part 6
Older! Dark! Church guy! Steve Rogers x Innocent! Naive! Preachers daughter! Reader
Warnings: Age gap (Reader is 20 Steve is late 30s early 40s), Dark, manipulation, blow job, daddy kink, face fucking, chocking, deep throating, tears, Steve is hardcore manipulative (I’m serious), reader is hardcore innocent, innocent kink, praise kink. Possessive kink. 18+ ONLY I think that’s all? Idk let me know if I’m missing something.
AN: I finally got my account to work! I'm so happy I can get this out now!! anyway here it is. I'm really excited for the part after this one, which will be the moment we've all been waiting for ;) until then, enjoy this :))
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Word Count: 1,675
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Steve hadn’t felt this nervous in awhile. He knew everything had to be perfect, he wouldn’t settle for less. 
After the week at camp, getting to spend every night with you in his arms, he knew he couldn’t wait any longer. Having to go back to sleeping alone was the worst and Steve didn’t want to do it anymore, not when he knows what it’s like to sleep next to you now. He didn’t think it could get any better. 
He’s also tired of holding himself back, he wants you. Wants to ravish you. He wants to allow himself to completely take you as hard and rough as he wants without this worry. He used to think he had amazing self control until you came into his life, and now he’s tired of holding himself back. He deserves you. You were made to be his perfect, innocent, beautiful wife, and he was tired of not having all of you, all of the time. 
He’s also exhausted of playing this small town gentleman roll. The nice church guy act is draining, and the moment he has you completely in his clutches, a ring on your hand, your body claimed by his, the faster he can move out of this small town, somewhere new, and can just live without some type of mask on. 
Bucky is close behind him, making leeway with his own girl, and both men are just ready to retire, ready to have that white picket fence, perfect dotting wife, and a couple of kids. The perfect life they’ve always dreamed of having. 
And it will all start with you. 
And it will all start tonight. 
Steve will make sure it’s perfect. You deserve perfect. He loves you, truly. He’s utterly obsessed with you, would stop the world from spinning if you asked him to. He wants everything to be perfect, not because he’s afraid you’ll say no. 
He knows you wouldn’t deny him anything. 
But because he wants to give you the stars. Wants to give you a memory you’ll look back in fondly every time you’re asked to recall it. 
Your parents were thrilled when Steve asked for your hand. He didn’t think he really needed too, he’s played the game well enough to know you’re attached to him, to his will and permission, not your parents. But he still has to wear the mask for a little while longer. 
Just until he has you completely. 
Steve planned everything and knew it would turn out immaculate, until fucking Sharon opened her mouth. 
“Don’t you think this is all a little much?” 
Steve’s patience is wearing thin, mostly because he’s so sexually frustrated. Even with getting to explore and touch your body, he hasn’t been able to have it all, to bury his cock balls deep into your into your untouched cunt like he so desperately needs to. 
Your mother, being the pastor wife she is, insisted to Steve that the church women would help him prepare and set up everything. Her heart was in the right place he supposes, but having Sharon anywhere near him, especially after that mean girl stunt she pulled at the camp, makes his already waring patience, disappear completely. 
“No.” Steve has to physically make his jaw unclench, reminding himself now is not the time to lash out, when other ears are around, “This isn’t even close to being enough, actually. But I need to save something for the wedding and honeymoon.” 
The other women coo we him, admiring his love for you and wanting to do such romantic gestures, but the scowl on Sharon’s face only depends, and Steve knows he’s going to have to do something extreme soon to make sure she doesn’t ruin anything for you when it comes to the big day. 
He won’t allow anyone to ruin you. Only he’s allowed to do that. 
“I think it’s beautiful, Steve.” Your mom pipes up as everyone looks at the set up around the lake. There flower petals lining the ground all the way to the end of the dock, white roses along the railings. Fairy lights align the wall way from the dock to the cabin door. And inside the cabin, is a beautiful diner set up, set for two. Steve picked up the steak dinner from his favorite restaurant before he arrived here to make sure everything was set up exactly as he asked for it to be. 
Steve smiles, “Thank you.” Looking at all the women, “And thank you for helping set everything up.” 
“Of course. We are so happy you’re going to be apart of the family soon.” Your mother pats his shoulder. 
Steve nods, not bothering in telling her he plans on stealing you away from here the moment you say ‘I do’. Theres no need, and even if she knew and wanted to stop it, Steve knows she wouldn’t be able to. 
You became his the moment he laid eyes on you. 
He doesn’t feel nervous as he picks you up from your house, doesn’t feel nervous as you ask him where you’re going for date night, he doesn’t even feel nervous when he finally pulls up to the front of the cabin, perfect timing, the sun starting to set over the water as he leads you down the path of rose petals. 
Your heart starts beating a little faster, knowing something was up the moment Steve answered your questions with a cog smirk or wink. Of course, you could be wrong, Steve is extremely romantic, but the whispers around church revolving your relationship have been growing louder and louder since camp, wedding bells being faintly heard in the air. 
It’s something you’ve been thinking about more of as well. If the courtship you and steve have is meant to grow into a marriage. Everyone says it is, says he’s perfect, and he has been nothing but perfect for you. You’ve never experienced a relationship, never experienced anything other than Steve. And even if there was a part of you that was unsure, a part that was scared of a forever type of ending with him, you would ignore it. 
Steve is perfect. He is everything to you. He listens to you. Talks to you. He adores you. 
And you adore him. 
Which is why the yes slips through your lips before your mind even fully registers the question. 
You would say yes to anything he asked of you. 
Which is also why you say yes when Steve asks if you could do him a favor. He’s been so stressed out with planning everything for you, it’s only right you help him. He loves when you help destress him and you love that you get to repay him for everything he does for you. 
So you sit on your knees, just as Steve’s taught you to do, as he stands in front of you, softly caressing your face. You watch as he unbuckles his belt, pulling his slacks down to reveal his hardening cock. 
You take it in your hands, warm and throbbing, just as he’s taught you, moving it up and down as you add small kitten licks. 
Once it’s wet enough, you kiss the tip, before wrapping your lips around him, sucking the sweet and tangy precum into your mouth, just as he’s taught you, Steve groaning heavily above you. 
You remember to look up at him, trying to keep your eyes open as he looks down at you, he’s taught you that he likes it like that, likes watching you, as Steve slowly starts to thrust into your mouth, hands on the side of your head as he goes deeper and deeper down your throat. 
The moans Steve let’s out send tingles down your spine, shock waves to course through your body. Steve is an Adonis of a man, a Greek god sculpted into perfection. He’s the most beautiful person you’ve ever laid eyes on, and you can’t believe you get such a reaction from him. 
Trying to keep your eyes open as his thrusts grow deeper is hard, his hands move from your cheeks to the back of your head, tangling into your hair, pulling and pushing. Your eyes fill with tears, begging to roll down your cheeks as you gag on the girth of Steve’s cock.
“So good. Such a good girl for me.” Steve rasps out, his voice straining from the feel of your throat constricting around him as he fucks it. He knows he should slow down, not be so rough. Your delicate, an angel, someone that needs to be treated with care and love. 
But Steve is pent up from not having you completely, he has to release it somehow before he blows up completely. That, with the knowledge that soon he will get all of you, own all of you, pushes him over the edge, making him fuck your face harder and faster, not caring when your gags get mixed with chocks, or when your tears spill over completely. Not caring that your hair that was done so nicely done for the night, is tangled in his fingers. Not caring when your hands are on his thighs, nails digging into his skin, as he forced your throat to take all of him, over and over. 
“You’re mine, right baby? All mine.” He tells you, not stopping his assault as he feels himself get closer and closer to the edge, “Forever mine. Fucking mine.” 
He comes down your throat with a growl and hard thrust, keeping your head pushed down on him as you try and swallow all of his cum around his cock. When he finally lets you up, he wipes your tears as you catch your breath. Kneeling down so he’s the same height as you. 
Steve kisses your forehead, grabbing your hand with the beautiful diamond on it, softly caressing his thumb over it, “I’ll love you forever.” He promises, “I can’t wait until your Mrs.Rogers.” 
And you believe him. You’ll always believe him. 
Just like he’s taught you to do. 
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sgrwrites · 9 months
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Mirror, mirror on the wall
Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader
Warnings: soft dark Steve Rogers, Ghost!Steve Rogers, Dubious Consent, a bit of Threats of Rape/Non-Con, Obsessive Behavior, Possessive Behavior, Demon Sex, Shameless Smut
Words: 2k
Summary: You are infatuated with a being on the other side of a mirror.
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-Come closer, moonlight. Let me see you better.-
You smiled and chewed your lower lips, taking each step toward the antique mirror on the wall, toward him.
The attic was dark, only dimly lit by the light of the beautiful blue Moon outside, you could see his glowing eyes and his ethereal glamour nevertheless, like the glamour of moonlight itself.
There was no one else but yourself in the place on the top of the historic mansion of your grandfather, those with naked eyes would say so, but you believed otherwise. He was there, right in front of you, his inviting arms extended, waiting for you.
Your reflection grew bigger in the mirror as you closed the distance. You smiled when you sensed his large hungry hands groping your body.
“Hi, Steve,” you whined softly, oh how you missed his touch. The mirror showed you how his hands massaged your elegant flesh, you remembered how they felt. It’d been months since you visited your grandfather’s residence, visited Steve. You placed a hand on your left chest, where, in the reflection, one of his palms was currently resting on, “long time no see.”
Steve hummed as he buried his nose into your hair and inhaled deeply.
-Tell me you missed me, my moonlight.-
You giggled at his command, your pussy spasmed as soon as he snuck his hand into your jeans to cup it.
“I missed you so so much, Steve,” tiny moans escaped among your words, you tilted your head back, feeling his muscular chest against you while letting him play with your clit, wetness soon dampened your panties.
-You left for too long, I was so lonely, you know?”-
You purred in response. Yes, of course, you knew. You were lonely without him too. But you could do little about that.
“I’m sorry, Steve,” you raised your hand in the air, the reflection showed that you were cupping his cheek. “I have a job, I need to work. And I can only go back here on vacation, you know that already.”
-I can never understand why humans have to enslave themselves and make life complicated just to live in this world that offers them everything.-
“That I wonder too,” you agreed, grabbing his hand to guide it under your T-shirt, content when he knew what to do and started to grope your tits, “but we’re not here for that boring topic. Fuck me, Steve. I also missed your cock a lot.”
Steve chuckled, you were even more impatient than him.
Your jeans unbuttoned themselves. Steve unbuttoned them.
They slid down your legs, along with your panties. Steve pulled them down.
He took your hands and guided them to his already hard cock, making you palm him. It always felt so real, the heated sensation radiating from his surreal meat. It was bigger than any human man’s you ever fucked, so huge, so delicious. You gritted it against your ass, knowing he’d love it.
-Ahhh… that’s it, moonlight. You’re making me feel so gooood!-
Steve groaned loudly, which wasn’t a problem, none could hear him except you anyway. He thrust his cock up and down the makeshift hole of your ass and palms, precum leaking all over your back.
It made you feel so proud, you’re pleasuring him.
In the meantime, he also helped you out, his ghostly fingers digging deeply into your wet pussy, swirling their way inside you to find your sweet spot. Your legs began to shake, arousal pouring down your thighs. Steve spread his fingers, stretching your wall to prepare accommodation for his cock. Being away from the mansion for so long, your pussy had tightened again without being used by him.
Once Steve deemed that you were well-prepared, he pressed his huge cock against your entrance to gather your juice.
-I’m going to stretch your cunt again, moonlight, like I’ve always done.-  he nibbled your neck and whispered dirty things that were for your ears only, -going to ruin it so that i won’t fit for anyone’s cock but mine.-
“Yes!!” you bit your lips. Fuck, that sounded amazing, maybe next time when you masturbated, you had to use a bottle of water. After this vacation, your pussy wouldn’t snap back to its normal size anytime soon.
Steve stuffed the tip of his cock in slowly, giving you time to adjust. Before long, his length was completely shoved into your spasming hole. He began to move, leisurely at first, then faster and faster until it became so animalistic and sinful.
The way he pleasured your body drove you crazy. The ghost cock was so good, so hot, so wonderful. Perhaps it was the reason you got so enthralled by this entity trapped in the antique mirror instantly the first time you found him.
You’d sometimes recorded when he fucked you. Of course, the camera couldn’t capture his figure, only you there acting like a possessed psycho in front of the mirror. What it did record though, were the scenes of your pussy getting spread apart by nothing, so much that some clips exposed your cervix if you zoomed them in. And when Steve had done dumping his jizz into his lovely cum bucket, you could see thick milky cream leaking out of you deliciously. Those were your most favourite clips. You often watched them and played with your pussy when you’re away from the mansion.
-You’re so tight, moonlight. Gripping my cock so good- Steve kissed you, purred into your mouth sweet honey praises, his hips kept slamming into you, kissing your cervix smoothly, making you squeal and squirm in his arms, almost unable to control your volume.
He fucked you so good, your eyes half-lidded, the pupils rolled up to your skull. When Steve pulled out of the kiss, he inserted his thumb into your open mouth, pressing it against your teeth. He loved it when strings of saliva dripped down your chin while you showed him how lewd and dirty a human girl could be in his arms.
The sudden sound of the door being opened startled you. Swiftly turning around to look at the entrance, not forgetting to curse, you saw the silhouette of your cousin there.
“Hey, sis,” your cousin yawned, probably still half asleep, “what’re you doing here? It’s midnight. I didn’t see you in our room when I woke up for some water, been looking for you since then.”
“Oh, I…” you laughed, embarrassingly, your mind ran a mile a second to find a convincing answer, “I’m trying to conjure Bloody Mary.”
Your cousin went silent for a moment, you swallowed hard, eyes not leaving her. Shit. Perfect timing bitch. In the mirror, Steve was still fucking your sensitive pussy vigorously. It was a relief that she couldn’t see him.
“Arg shit! You always do creepy crap!” she exclaimed fumingly before slamming the door shut and fleeting in fear, “hope you’ll see your future husband or whatsoever!”
You and Steve burst out laughing, you were thankful, her phasmophobia finally proved useful. Well, you couldn’t help but wonder how she would react when learning that you’d been fucking a ghost every time you came here.
-Alright, moan again for me then,- he slapped your ass, speeding his pace, -oh, do you want to know what your future husband looks like?-
You smiled and nudged the mirror, “don’t tease me!”
-What? No, I didn’t,- Steve smirked, his hips got stutter as he was chasing his climax, -look into the mirror, moonlight, it’s your husband you’re seeing.-
You did as were told, looking at said man and playfully kissing the mirror. Enjoying the way he fucked his load into your welcome pussy and how you came undone in his arms.
.
-Do you like where you are, moonlight? Do you enjoy your realm?- He hugged you from behind and whispered into your ear. Despite the chilly midnight air, your body was enveloped in his warmth.
You were now sitting on a desk in front of the mirror, too exhausted to stand.
“Not one bit,” you were quick to reply, sure, you hate your tedious life a lot, “but having you makes me feel better.”
-Do you want to be with me forever?-
“I’d love to,” you sighed satisfactorily when he kissed your temple, “I wish you got out of the mirror and possessed me so that I could take you to the city with me.”
Steve poke your nose, -well, I have a better idea.-
You tilted your head, eyes never leaving his face in the mirror as curiosity was taking over you, “hmm? What is that? Tell me.”
-I can enter your world, but you gotta help me, so…?- he trailed off, waiting for your response.
To which you raised your eyebrows in surprise, “really? Oh dear! How long have you been sitting on that information? We could’ve been together all the time and I wouldn’t have needed to drive all the way here annually to see you!” you huffed and pouted. Why didn’t he tell you, did he fear you wouldn’t help him? Or fear that you’d be scared of him being able to harm you once he was unrestrained? You would never. “So… how can I help you?”
Steve chuckled, waiting for you to cool down a bit, -oh my moonlight, it’s not what you think. I can’t leave the mirror for too long. I’m not from your world.-
“So we are not to be together?” you got sad again, “then why do you want to go out here?”
-Moonlight…-
“Hmm?”
-Do you remember when I told you there was a vast land on the other side of this mirror and you said you wanted an adventure to it?-
You nodded your head, he often told you stories of the mythical land where he came from, where there were magical creatures and mysteries. You loved the tells so much, you even drew some of the scenarios you had in your head when he described the land.
-Do you want to go there? With me? Forever?-
It took you a moment to process.
“Oh, you want to kidnap me! Right? My sinful ghost, planning to abduct me there to warm his bed,” you giggled and trailed your finger across his chin, eagerly expecting his reaction.
Steve raised an eyebrow and couldn’t hold back his laughter, -well, I wouldn’t use that word. I offer you, my love.- He was a bit surprised that you weren’t freaked out, instead said that aloud jokingly. Although his eyes darkened gradually, his hands were like snakes, sneaking up and down your body possessively as he mumbled -but I may do so if you rejected. I’d make it hurt, brutal, painful, you’d cry…-
You should be afraid of him by now, but shit, his threats turned you on so much. You chewed your lip again, intrigued, you wanted to hear more.
“Carry on, tell me more,” you spread your legs apart, showing him the view of his cum leaking out of your ruined pussy, “tell me what you’d do to me next.”
-I’d take your soul, make you my brainless little cum dumpster,- his two fingers travelled down your throat suggestively, -I’d fuck you in front of my friends and make you swallow my load and punish you if you wasted even a drop.-
Your body trembled with pleasure, you didn’t know ghosts were so good at dirty talk. Unconsciously, you fingered your cum-filled pussy and scooped some of his sinful essence, bringing your fingers to your mouth and lapping at them. Steve was getting excited by the performance, you could tell.
“That sounds like heaven, not a threat, Steve,” you hugged his neck and moaned as he fucked you with his thick fingers.
-So…? Are you in?-
Damn, who were you to reject?
“Umm… supposed that I went there willingly, would I still get those punishments, please?”
Steve licked his lips, you asked for concupiscence but your eyes acted innocent. No doubt, he’d picked the right girl.
-As you wish then,- he gave you a peck on your forehead and whispered his promise. -So here’s the thing, I need you to open the windows and curtains, then place the other mirrors in the exact places I’ll instruct you to bring the blue moonlight here. I need it to shine upon this one. Can you do that for me, my little moonlight?”
And with that, you got off the desk to operate. You couldn’t wait for the promising adventure.
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ramp-it-up · 1 year
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The Sweetest Nectar
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Pairings: Sam Wilson x Reader. Steve Rogers x reader
Summary: Steve is pining for you and the fact that you are Sam’s girl doesn’t mean a thing.
Word Count: 1K.
Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. RPF. SMUT, 
Warnings: Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. SMUT! Read at your own risk; curate your own experience. Soft Dark Subby Nomad Steve Rogers. Darkish reader. Mention of pre-serum Steve, Lap dance in public, voyeurism, masturbation, mention of drugs and alcohol, pining, angst, teasing, exhibitionism (on reader’s part), possible non con exhibitionism (on Sam’s part). Oral sex (f receiving), p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it up), sloppy seconds, possible cheating. All errors my own.
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You were giving your boyfriend a lap dance on Steve’s couch, and it made the host irrationally happy. 
Steve was glad that Sam had someone, especially someone as sweet as you. Damn, you were probably so fucking sweet.
Steve licked his lips as he watched your hips undulate in front of Sam’s face. This was the perfect opportunity to watch you and ogle your body, because everyone was a little tipsy and a little high and doing it too. 
It was all in fun, right?
You glanced at Steve upside down as you gyrated on Sam’s lap now, and bent backward all the way over, your braids touching the floor, giving the room a view of your luscious tits. 
Yeah. You were perfect. And this night was the highlight since Steve came out of the ice.
You winked at Steve and his face grew red, but he played it off by taking another drink and rubbing his beard while flipping his long hair out of his face.
It worked on countless other women, but you just sat back up and pulled Sam’s face into the valley of your breasts, gasping as he motorboated your clothed breasts and grabbed the glorious globes of your blue-jeaned ass. 
People laughed, but Steve’s mood changed; he started plotting dismemberment and where to scatter body parts when Bucky came up to stand beside him and watch.
“Hold it up a little higher, buddy.”
Steve didn’t tear his eyes away from you as he took another drink and replied.
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“That torch you’re carrying. Maybe she’ll see it if you hold it up higher, Lady Liberty.”
Steve just scoffed and drank some more, not denying anything that Bucky had said.
Bucky laughed and went to get another beer, as Steve practically cried in his, his heart silently aching for you.
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You and Sam were in Steve’s bedroom, taking advantage of the fact that everyone else was doing body shots in the kitchen.
“F-f-fuckkkkk! Samuel T-t-t-hom… fuck, Samuel Thomas W-w-wilsonnnnn.”
You were grabbing Sam’s ears as he skillfully ate you out, looking down on him between your legs as he sucked and pulled and played with your clit.
“Fucky, Baby… where did you learn to do … goddamn…”
You panted to try and catch your breath as he inserted three fingers inside you and spread them out.
“Holyyyyyy Shhhhhhh!!!!!!!!” 
You came like a freight train, your knees clamping down around Sam’s head. Sam’s large hands pried you from around his face and came up for air, a triumphant smirk on his face. He held your legs open and gazed at the pretty dark, wet lips of your cunt and the creamy liquid oozing out between them.
“Learning new techniques every day. Just to keep you satisfied, darlin’,”
Sam shook his head and watched as your pretty pussy lips sheltered your still quivering folds.
“It’s a beautiful view.”
Steve silently agreed from the closet, watching your beautiful cunt shine in the dim light from the street. He had his hand wrapped around his cock, fisting himself brutally at the sights, sounds, and faint smell of you. Steve silently willed Sam to action, wanting to hear how that wet pussy sounded when it was fucked good. 
It was just like before the war, when he watched Bucky…
“Hmmmm, Daddy. Give me some. Please? Pretty please. Will you give me some of that thick dick?”
You leaned back, legs still open, looking up at Sam, who was standing now, in front of you.
Your face, fucked out and glowing, looked up at his friend as you licked your lips was everything in the world to Steve Rogers right now.
Steve imagined it was him you were begging, and he didn’t know if he wanted you to suck Sam off or let him fuck you senseless. He just knew that wanted to bust this nut.
“Assume the fucking position then.”
You whimpered, and Steve nearly bust in his hand.
“Yes, Daddy.” 
You got on all fours on the bed and that view was even better than before. Oh, how he’d eat that ass, Steve thought.
Sam smacked both cheeks three times, and your moans and sighs alone were enough to make Steve cum. He watched his friend line up his thick dick and swipe it through your folds, and could almost feel your beautiful wetness. Stevehad to bite his lips to hold in his own grunts as Sam slowly, wetly, and solidly sank into you. 
“Ohhhhhh… shit….DADDY!!!”
“Fuuuuuccccckkkkkk!”
Sam’s head lolled back on his shoulders as he bottomed out and Steve’s eyes practically rolled back in his head as he witnessed the ecstasy. 
Then, Sam looked down and smacked your ass again. Steve watched, rapt, as Sam slowly pulled almost all the way out, then plunged quickly back into your wet goodness. He bet you were so warm. Sam did it again and again and again, faster and faster, and faster. Steve stroked in time as you moaned louder and louder and louder, oblivious to the others at the party.
Steve watched your back arch, and your flesh shake and ripple with every back shot delivered. He was so fucking close.
“Daddy? Daddy? Please Daddy.. I wanna, I wanna….I neeeeeed to…”
“Cum, Darlin’... give it to me. Fuck yeah!”
Sam’s voice was a growl and as you started shaking, Steve’s cum started spilling into his palm and the sock that he was using to contain it.
“Shhsshhhhittttttt….” Steve’s whisper was not silent, but quiet enough that you two wouldn’t hear it over your own noises.
You and Sam collapsed on the bed..
“That was great, Darlin’. You shouldn’t tease me like that in public. ‘S not gonna stop me from giving it to you.” 
Sam kissed your nose.
“I am well aware of what that does to a man. Makes it that much better, Daddy.”
Sam laughed, and then moved toward the bathroom.
“We better get outta here, before Steve catches us in his bedroom.”
You looked toward the bathroom and then sat up on the edge of the bed, legs open again.
Steve saw your wrecked pussy, the combination of you and Sam seeping out, and his cock swelled again. He nearly yelled when he saw you playing in it again. It was like you were doing it just for him.
But you stopped when Sam came back out to get dressed.
“I need a little more time to get cleaned up. You go ahead.”
“Ok Darlin,” Sam leaned over and kissed your forehead and you reached for a peck on the lips.
“You made me hungry, took all my energy. I’m going to go eat some food.” 
Sam winked and left the room smiling and happy.
When the door closed, you stared straight at the closet.
“Well? Are you going to stay in there and jack off again, or are you going to come out and clean me up?”
You leaned back on your hands, legs wide.
“Now’s your chance Steve. I know you’re in there. Are you going to come out Captain?”
Steve gulped. Then he couldn’t help but comply.
“Fuck…”
Steve emerged from the closet, the tip hard cock glistening and stiff at the opening of his undone pants. He walked toward you and dropped to his knees.
You threaded your hand in his hair, brushing it away from his forehead as he closed his eyes at your touch. You guided his head toward your throbbing cunt.
“You get sloppy seconds, but I bet that’s what you like…”
“Yes ma’am.” 
Steve nodded vigorously as his tongue collected the sweetest nectar he’d ever tasted.
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adulting-sucks · 1 year
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Outside the Storm
This is my entry for MIssy's 3.5K follower event: You were one of my first follows on here, I am happy to have the chance to participate. @saiyanprincessswanie
Summary: Steve Rogers is the most feared mobster in the Eastern US, and you had fallen for him. What happens when the love fades and you need to escape? In walks Andy Barber-is he your savior or another nightmare?
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Word count: 12,938K (Still no chill 😬)
Characters: Soft Dark Steve Rogers x Reader; Andy Barber x Reader; Jake Jensen and Reader (Platonic)
Mafia AU; Defending Jacob doesn't exist
Prompt: "No one else would get to hurt you again, you were his"
Warnings: Your media consumption is your responsibility-This story contains dark subject matter, please stay away if you cannot handle; Smut, lots and lots of Smut; Forced Anal play; angst, lots and lots if angst; Fluff
Once again, a huge shout out and thank you to @peyton-warren who kept me sane and walked me through every word. I couldn't do any of this without your support
You looked at your reflection, hardly recognizing the woman you saw, really just a shell of the person you used to be. You picked up the business card, running your fingers over the embossing on the front, turning it over to see the handwritten phone number, a number you had dialed over and over, always hanging up after the first ring.
You continued staring at your face, noticing new lines, feeling as if your youth was gone, your soul having survived a thousand lives. You stared at the name on the card, again twirling it over and over, dialing and hanging up. Until you didn’t.
“I’ll meet you tomorrow, one o’clock, the place we first met,” you said after you heard the click connecting your call. You hung up, not allowing time for a response, your heart pounding, blood rushing, your ears roaring.
You hid the card in your purse, a secret pocket only you knew about, knowing if he ever found it, you were dead. Steve Rogers was not a man you betrayed, yet with one call, you had sealed your fate, no turning back now.
You stared at your reflection, seeing nothing of the girl you were when you fell in love with the head of the largest mafia syndicate in New York, hell over all of the East Coast. That girl was dead, replaced with an older woman, one who was tired. You stood and walked over to your bed knowing sleep would elude you again.
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You weren’t sure how you were able to do it, but you managed to leave the house unnoticed and alone, something that didn’t happen too often. Steve didn’t like you being alone with so many enemies who would do anything to get to him, even hurting you.
You sat at your regular table in the corner where you could see everything yet remain unseen, blending into the area around you. You sipped your soda, your eyes continuously scanning everything. He walked in just as your eyes made it to the door, your heart thundering in your chest, hands shaking.
“Thank you for agreeing to meet with me,” Andy Barber said as he sat across from you, a gentle smile on his face. “I know the risk you’re taking, I know what I am asking of you-” he continued, pausing at your scoff and eye roll.
“Do you really, Mr, Barber? What you’re asking of me will cost me my life, not that there’s much left of it anyhow,” you retorted, sarcasm dripping from every syllable. “Look, I will hear you out, I will take every word into consideration. But if I do this, I vanish, as if I never existed, and Rogers will never find me. Those are my terms.”
Andy shook his head in agreement, willing to give you everything you asked for for intel on Steve Rogers. He had built his career on doing the right thing, fighting the bad guys, and Andrew Barber was fucking good at his job. But getting to put Steve Rogers away for life, effectively crumbling the New York crime syndicate would be life changing. Steve Rogers was ruthless and cold, yet smart.
“I understand your hesitation but I will do everything in my power to get you out alive.” Andy placed his hand on top of yours, squeezing it to reassure you. You met Andy’s gaze, trusting him almost immediately, trying to ignore the warmth of his touch.
“Okay, when do we start?” you asked, your stomach somersaulting, a feeling you hadn’t had in a long while; you liked Andrew Barber. He was handsome, devastatingly so, his blue eyes so piercing they seemed to see your very soul. You liked how soft his skin was, the way his smile reached every feature on his face, so genuine. You wondered what his lips felt like, how his hands would feel exploring every inch of your bare skin as he kissed every part of you.
“Are you okay?” Andy asked, his voice cutting through your very sinful thoughts, thoughts that had you squeezing your thighs together. “Do you think you can start now, we can record everything for the record. I have an office no one knows about, one rented under a pseudonym by the district attorney's office just for cases like this.” Andy rubbed his thumb over your knuckle, soothing your anxiety, almost as if he had known you all your life.
“Yeah, okay. But we need to go now, and I will do it all at once. Steve thinks I’m at my mother’s house for the next week; I told him she was ill. It’s the only reason I was able to slip away unnoticed.” You looked out the window, wondering if this was truly the right thing to do. You had loved Steve Rogers once, did you still?
“I know how dangerous this is, and I wouldn’t ask it of you if I didn’t think you could handle it. Your strength is quiet, but strong. And if those marks are any indication of your life, then Rogers needs to go away for good.” Andy watched you shift in your seat, self consciously adjusting your jacket.
“Make no mistake, Mr. Barber. I am not a battered woman. These marks are for everyone else, so they know who I belong to. Steve has never hit me, never once laid a hand on me. These marks are the result of his love, of his fucking me into the ground.” You held his gaze, no shame in your words at all; Steve Rogers was a damn good fuck, the best you’d had.
“Be that as it may, it doesn’t change anything. Rogers needs to go away, and you need a new life. That is what I will give you, I promise. And please, call me Andy.” He smiled gently, your hand still in his grasp, his eyes never leaving yours, never showing one ounce of judgment.
You cleared your throat, unable to hold Andy’s gaze. No man had ever looked at you the way Andy was, not even Steve. “Well, Andy, let’s get this going. The sooner it’s done, the sooner I will disappear.” You grabbed your purse, leaving a hundred dollar bill on the table. Andy stood, leading you out to his car. There was no turning back now, even if you wanted to.
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Steve’s POV
Steve pulled into the driveway happy to finally be home. He had been away for almost two weeks, and he couldn’t wait to see you. And fuck you. He had tried to sate his need with other women, but none of them could ever amount to you. You were perfect. Your hair, your skin, your pussy. He had turned you into the perfect woman, and he made sure to mark you everytime he buried his cock in you.
Steve made sure he had everything, almost forgetting the jewelry he had gotten you. The soft velvet housed a gorgeous white gold necklace and ring set, beautiful alexandrite in the center, small diamonds surrounding both in a teardrop shape. Steve knew you loved colored and rare gems, just how he saw you. Stunning and rare.
Steve still remembered the first time he saw you, standing outside of the lecture hall, laughing with the president of the most popular fraternity on campus, your hand resting on his arm. In that moment, Steve wanted to kill any man who even looked at you, and from then on, you were his. Everyone knew who Steve Rogers was, and Steve Rogers always got what he wanted.
Steve opened the door, surprised at how dark the house was, wondering where you were. You weren’t normally gone this late. He pulled his phone out, shooting a text to his head of security to see where you were as he wasn’t used to not knowing your location at all times. Hell, he’d even hired your best friend as head of his technology section. Jake Jensen was such a goofy motherfucker, he never once worried about you being alone with him.
As he waited for a response to his text, he pulled up the tracking app he had installed on your phone without your knowledge, one of the many secrets he had paid Jensen handsomely to keep confidential. He saw your phone showing at the hospital near your mother’s home, his concern and wariness growing.
He shot a text off asking if everything was okay with your mom, setting your present down, losing his tie and shirt. He made his way to his office, poured himself a bourbon as he waited for your reply. You’d never given him a reason to not trust you, but there was something about this that didn’t sit right with him.
His head of security texted back to let Steve know you’d been called away earlier by an emergency, your mom had collapsed and was found unconscious by her home health nurse. The agency had you listed as her emergency contact, calling you about her hospital admission.
Steve was considering this story when his phone rang, you on the other end. He listened as you explained the days events, the steady beep of the heart monitor playing in the background of the conversation. You told him it would be about a week before you’d be home, even with the home health nurses on duty. Steve, of course, told you not to worry about anything but your mother, that he would be here waiting, and to call him if you needed anything at all. He asked if you’d like him to join you once he returned, not revealing that he had already arrived home from his business trip. You told him it was fine and that you’d see him at home, ending with telling him you loved and missed him.
Steve hung up, alarm bells ringing in his head. He immediately called Jensen, commanding round the clock monitoring of your location and communication, to be reported directly to him. Steve poured himself another glass, staring into the fire. He wasn’t sure what would happen or what he would find, but hopefully it was just a feeling.
He drained the rest of his drink, leaving your present on his desk as he headed to his bedroom. He hadn’t slept in about a day and exhaustion was catching up to him. Steve decided to go straight to sleep, changing into flannel bottoms with no shirt, sinking directly into bed, his dreams sending him into even more concern and chaos.
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Flashback
You remembered the first time you saw Steve Rogers, his large shoulders, striking blue eyes, classically handsome looks all focused on you as if you were the only person besides him to exist. You found yourself pulled into the orbit of his space and you honestly felt you were finally where you belonged.
Steve introduced himself, his gaze never wavering from yours as you told him your name, the other man all but forgotten. You knew about Steve Rogers, everyone did, but you never thought Steve Rogers would care about someone like you.
He walked along with you, stopping to offer a ride when you realized you’d missed the last bus back to your apartment. You were hesitant, stranger danger and all, but you found yourself unable to say no, almost as if the world would shatter if you did.
The drive was comfortable, as if you two had known each other all your lives. And maybe for you, you had. Steve Rogers was everything you’d dreamed of, the man of every dream you’d ever had. Tall, nice, focused solely on you and you alone, even if you two had just met. You’d never had that in your life, always feeling invisible or unseen compared to your friends.
Steve listened as you talked about your goals, veterinary school always your dream since you could talk. You had always had a better connection with animals, humans had always managed to let you down or disappoint somehow. You had just finished your second year of your post graduate degree, your clinicals starting in a few days. You’d only been at the school to pick up your rotation for the next semester.
Steve had never been one for love or relationships; he’d learned early in life that you couldn’t trust or depend on anyone but yourself, something his father had always made sure he remembered, especially once he had started learning the business. The Family Fucking Business as the movies liked to say. Every time he watched The Godfather or Goodfellas, he always had a good laugh-nothing about his life was glamorous or pretty. Well, nothing until he met you.
He could listen to you talk all day, every minute, his life finally finding purpose outside of fortune and power. He was lost in the mellifluous sound of your voice and realized he’d missed the last five minutes of your conversation. You laughed at his confusion, finding yourself also lost in him.
He walked you up, stopping outside your door as he tried to memorize every last detail he could, not knowing when or if you would want to see him again. As you stood watching him, trying to find any reason not to say goodbye, you threw all caution to the wind, suddenly finding the courage to do something you never would have.
You stood on the tips of your toes, snaking your arms around Steve’s neck, and before you could change your mind, placed your lips on his. You felt Steve still and wondered if you’d just humiliated yourself until you felt him relax, a hand on your lower back, the other on your cheek as he leaned into the kiss, taking over.
You don’t know how long the kiss actually was, all you knew was the burning in your lungs finally forced you apart. You rested your forehead against his, both of you gulping in breaths of fresh air. Steve pulled back, his cheeks flushed as he continued stroking your cheek softly with his thumb, the trail of heat still on your skin as you allowed yourself to look at him.
You stood in silence, both too lost in each other to say a word. Steve asked for your phone number after a few minutes of being silent and still, handing over his phone as you held your hand out. You typed your number then called yourself to save Steve’s, placing one more kiss on his lips before you ran into your apartment and locked the door.
You leaned against the closed door, your heart pounding, your stomach fluttering wildly, brushing your fingers over your lips where you still felt his. You squealed in delight, scaring the kitten you’d just brought home from class after you performed an amputation on his tail caused by a deep infection which would not heal.
You picked up Nubbins, happy in a way you’d never experienced before. You were always the quiet one who was only spoken to when men were trying to hit on your friends, you were never the main character in any story. Yet, this man you’d only known for two hours had changed all of that. You heard him chuckle and wish you a good evening with the promise you would hear from him soon.
You made dinner and started going over your schedule for the next semester, your favorite movie droning on in the background when you heard your phone vibrate. You jumped, the noise scaring you for a moment as you weren’t used to anyone really texting you. Nubbins grumbled and yawned, moving to sit on the other end of your bed after you had so rudely disturbed his sleep.
You saw Steve in your banner notifications, your heart skipping a beat. He couldn’t wait any longer to talk to you, and you couldn’t be happier about not playing it cool. You texted with Steve well into the night, falling asleep past one in the morning. You knew you’d be tired for your first shift at the local shelter, your meeest clinical site, but it was completely worth it.
You woke up at six, heading to the shower first thing as per your normal morning routine. You dressed quickly, almost forgetting your phone on the way out the door. You had just locked up and finally opened your phone to check the time so you didn’t miss your bus. You heard your name as you came down the front steps, looking up to see Steve standing there with a cup of coffee.
You flushed, not used to having someone take care of you like this. Steve opened up the car door for you, making sure you were buckled in before he made his way to the drivers side. He asked for the name of the shelter, putting it in his GPS as he pulled away from the curb,
From that moment on, you never took another bus again. Steve was always there to pick you up and take you home, sending one of his most trusted men if he was working or out of town. Steve took you to dinner, to musicals, the movies, anything you wanted to do, Steve made sure you did.
The next two years continued like this, Steve being the loudest one at your graduation, your biggest cheerleader through all of it. Nubbins adored him, and you had to admit your heart melted every time you saw your large and cold man enraptured by a tiny ball of floof, finding Nubbins napping on Steve many times.
The sex was always amazing, right from the start. Steve was used to women falling all over themselves for a chance at him, even if for only one night. You, however, you didn’t. You wouldn’t sleep with him until you were sure the connection between the two of you was genuine. You weren’t playing hard to get, nor were you frothing at the mouth for a taste of him. Steve had never met anyone like you, and once he had tasted you, he was never letting you go.
The first time with Steve was straight out of one of your favorite romantic movies: slow, sweet, and incredibly sensual. You’d made your way to his house after dinner, heading in for a nightcap. As you sat and talked, you realized you were ready, you wanted to take this leap now.
You put your glass on the table grabbing Steve’s and placing it next to yours, moving onto Steve’s lap, straddling him as you started to kiss. You felt his hands move down your back, one coming to settle on your hip, the other in your hair as he held you close.
He groaned as you rolled your hips over his lap, feeling his cock harden beneath you, causing you to moan and roll your hips again, trying to find any type of friction.
Steve pulled back, pushing your hair out of your face, his hand caressing your cheek as he stared deeply, asking if you were sure that you were ready, that this is what you wanted. You nodded silently, never breaking eye contact as you felt him lift you from the couch, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carried you to his bedroom.
He kissed you deeply, moving you softly and gently to the bed, propping your head on his pillows. He kneeled between your legs, kissing you again, moving from your mouth to the shell of your ears, down your neck to the swell of your breasts.
He kissed down your stomach, his hands landing under your shirt and pushing it up, his lips following the trail of his fingers. You arched your back up to allow him to remove your shirt, so completely lost in the sensation of his touch and tongue. He removed your bra as he made his way back down your neck, his eyes locked with yours as he took one nipple in his mouth, the other in his hand.
You had never remembered being this sensitive, every lave of his tongue, every nibble of teeth, every kiss sending electric shocks up and down your body, your mind filled with nothing but Steve Rogers. He switched breasts, paying just as much attention to your other nipple, the cool air sending goosebumps down your flesh.
He kissed down your stomach, his hands moving to your pants, unbuttoning them and pushing them slowly down, making sure he kissed every inch of skin down one leg and up the other as he dropped your pants to the floor. Your hands moved onto his head, twining in his hair as he nosed your clothed pussy, your scent already intoxicating to him.
He rubbed up and down over your lace thong, fascinated with the wet patch forming from his ministrations, your grip on his hair tightening the more he teased. He finally hooked his thumbs under the waistband, all patience lost as he ripped them off easily, his mouth finding your clit immediately.
You cried out, his mouth so warm and wet against your cunt, every nerve firing off with pleasure as he sucked and licked, inserting two fingers in. You cried out again and again, the sudden fullness mixed with his suckling hurtling you over the edge, your orgasm immediate and hard.
He worked you through it, his cock straining against his pants as he watched you fall apart. You came a second time, crying out, barely registering the loss of his mouth before you felt him slowly slide his dick in, your walls grabbing on tight. He swore he had never felt a pussy this good, and from this moment on, it was only for him.
As you came back to reality, you found your hips moving in time with his, slow and steady as he fucked you, his forehead resting on yours, his eyes locked onto your face as he kept taking you apart. You opened your eyes, completely lost in the sensations your body was experiencing.
Steve hooked an arm under your right leg, allowing him to fuck you deeper and deeper, his fingers gripping your hip so tightly you knew would leave marks of the best kind. You told him not to stop, begging Steve to fuck you harder, slower, deeper again, cumming for a third time when you felt his hand drop to your already sensitive clit. You felt his rhythm stutter, his thrusts growing more sharp until he came, filling you up so completely you weren’t sure where you began and Steve ended, your bodies and souls wrapped in one sweaty shell, both trying to catch your breath.
Steve had you over and over, his appetite for you never diminishing even as the night turned to morning. He finally let you rest, your body curled around his as you fell asleep so easily. He held you as he also allowed exhaustion to take him, waking a short while later. He wanted you again but made himself let you rest as he went to make some food for you both. He didn’t have any plans for the rest of the weekend, as far as he was concerned, his only job was to fuck you over and over until you had to work on Monday. And Steve took that job very seriously indeed.
You’d never felt so beautiful, so wanted as you did when Steve was buried inside you, your taste all over his face after spending hours with his mouth in your pussy. You had tried to reciprocate his selflessness only for Steve to push you back down and make you forget your previous attempts. You wanted his dick in your mouth, his cum pouring down your throat, but that wouldn’t happen yet. At that moment, it was all about you, learning to read every moan, every gasp, every touch that made you sing.
It would be another month or so before you were able to fulfill your need to suck his cock. You were relaxing in his office, studying for your boards, Steve outside on the phone for business, and in that moment, you couldn’t help yourself. Watching him pace, yelling and frustrated, his veins were popping out of his neck, You watched him slam his phone down, your eyes drawn to the power this man exuded by simply existing.
You waited until Steve had calmed down and made his way back inside, dropping into his chair behind the desk. You poured him a glass of bourbon, setting it down in front of him, running your fingers through his hair as he hugged you. You dropped a kiss on his head, feeling him relax into you.
You couldn’t stop the need blooming through you, just the touch of his fingers creating a heat you could no longer ignore, nor did you want to. You lifted his face, peppering kisses down his cheek, over his jaw to the other side, moving from his face to his neck, licking and biting as you went.
Steve moved his head back, allowing you easier access to him as he wound his hands in your hair, tightening his grip the lower you went. You dropped to your knees, spreading his thighs to make room as you ran your hands up his legs, stopping at his belt. You looked up at him, silently waiting for approval, and so happy you’d decided to leave your hair down, your scalp tingling with each tightening grip.
Steve looked down, lust blown features over his face, twisting in ecstasy as your fingers ran over the bulge in his pants. With one nod, barely perceptible, you unfastened his belt, slipped your hands beneath the waistband of his boxer briefs, and pulled both down as Steve lifted his hips.
Your mouth watered at the sight, his cock hard and leaking. It took everything in you not to immediately shove him down your throat, but you held back, placing long licks up his shaft, stopping to suck the tip in before licking your way back down.
Each lick caused a sigh, each time you sucked just the tip, it caused him to pull your hair tighter, his hips lifting off the chair to push down your throat more. You lifted his cock, moving to suck his balls into your mouth, causing you to smile when your heard a moaned and strangled fuck leave his mouth.
You couldn’t deny how beautiful and sexy you felt in this moment, bringing this powerful man to his knees, a feeling you hadn’t felt often. You finally stopped teasing, your lips wrapping around Steve as you slowly worked your way down, taking a deep breath, starting to exhale as you worked his dick down the back of your throat, humming to relax enough to let him in and remind you to breathe.
You felt his hands tighten the more you swallowed, until you stilled, your drool running down. You looked up at Steve, waiting for him to relax. Once he stilled and his breathing was a little slower, you started to move, allowing him to fuck your throat, his taste filling your senses.
You allowed Steve to take over, his hips thrusting more and more, harder and harder as he worked towards his own end, your drool dripping down his balls onto the floor, and as you looked up at him, he swore he had never seen a more beautiful sight in his life.
You felt him start to thrust faster as his breathing quickened, moans and fucks falling freely from his mouth. You continued to let him lead, finally sated as he spilled his cum down your throat, his taste permanently seared into your memory as you swallowed it all down, waiting for Steve to release your hair before you moved.
As Steve slowly relaxed his hold on you, you made your way up, releasing his already softening cock from your mouth, making sure you swallowed every last drop. Steve grabbed you, settling you on his lap as he kissed you deeply, completely possessive as he tasted himself on you.
You should have seen the warnings then, felt the shift in Steve, but you were so in love, you missed it all. He loved you, he adored you, he worshiped you and your body. It started slowly, little marks here and there, nothing you couldn’t cover.
Eventually, it all changed. Steve marked you every time he took you, making sure everyone around knew exactly who you belonged to. He moved you into his home while you were at work, something you’d only spoken about, but hadn’t made a final decision on, and before you had a chance to discuss it with him, he showered you with gifts including a ring you’d had your eye on for a while. He made sure to fuck you so completely and thoroughly; it worked. You never broached the subject again, accepting this as your home.
Life continued on, and with each passing day, Steve’s obsession grew more and more. He wanted to know where you were every hour. He would text and if there was no immediate response, he would call. You made the mistake of not answering once while you were working; when you got home, Steve immediately took you upstairs and threw you down on the bed, tying your hands above your head.
You’d discussed exploring certain kinks, but this wasn’t about that. This was about ownership, obedience-you didn’t answer the phone, you needed to be punished, something to remind you who was in charge. That’s exactly what he did, edging you for hours, tears pouring down your face as you begged for release, your tear-filled promises music to Steve’s ears.
Once he finally let you cum, you thought that was it, but Steve wasn’t done with you. He spent the next hour making you cum over and over again, until your body went limp. You’d passed out, the last four hours too much on your body. Steve removed your restraints, and left you to grab a warm washcloth from the bathroom, cleaning you gently before gathering you to his chest. You woke up hours later, your body sore, warm from Steve’s body covering yours.
You were thrown into the dark side of this relationship, punishment becoming more frequent and painful. Steve wanted to make sure you remembered who you belonged with, belonged to, who loved you. You didn’t want to make anything worse, but sometimes your mind asked if this was actually love. And in those moments of doubt, Steve would be kind, he would be caring, he wouldn’t mark you as he fucked you.
In those moments, Steve was more of the man you fell in love with, less of the man who made you question your life with him. In those moments, he would hold you, kiss you, tell you how you had made him the luckiest man in the world. He would make love to you, show you off to people at any functions he attended.
In those moments, you were his shining light. You made him feel, something he thought he had lost the ability to do. Then he would flip a switch, the mere thought of you with someone else causing his jealousy to rise. Those moments were the worst.
Not only were you marked all over, you were fucked too hard and before you were wet, your screams of pain fueling his thrusts. He would take you any way her wanted; your pussy, your ass, your mouth and all you could do was allow him.
The longer this happened, the harder it was for you to hide your bruises, to walk without pain, making you quit your job. The more questions people asked, the more ashamed you became. Yet, in his own twisted way, you just accepted that this was what love was for Steve, therefore this is what love was for you.
You cannot remember the exact moment you decided maybe this wasn’t love, that maybe you weren’t meant to be with someone who had to make sure you and everyone around him knew who you were and who you belonged to. You became a toy, an object for him to display, to bend and mold to his will.
The first time you really learned about his work was a day unlike any other; it was the day your view of Steven Grant Rogers shifted into something irreparable. You had handed in your resignation and made your way home early, upset at losing something you had worked so hard for.
You headed to the bedroom to undress, stepping into a hot shower where you finally allowed yourself time to mourn your career. You loved animals, you loved helping them, and you had to walk away from that because Steve finally broke something inside your soul.
You dressed quickly and made your way to the kitchen. Steve wasn’t usually home this time of day, so you were looking forward to having the house to yourself for a while. You had to get every negative emotion out now or you would pay later.
You made your way to the kitchen, grabbing your favorite bottle of wine on the counter, opening the fridge to make something to eat. As you were making your sandwich, you heard a thump from the basement. Putting down your wine, you grabbed the largest knife in the butcher block as you made your way down.
You heard the thumping continue followed by groans, the noise getting louder the deeper you went. Your heart was thudding loudly, your only thought being you hope Steve wouldn’t be mad when he found your dead body.
As you rounded the corner, you stopped dead. In front of you was Steve, flushed from exertion. You watched as he punched a man restrained by chains hanging from the ceiling. You weren’t allowed downstairs ever, and now you knew why.
You watched Steve beat this man over and over, your mouth twisted in horror. This wasn’t the man you loved. This was a psychotic monster dressed to look like Steve. You watched the stranger’s blood splash with each hit, spraying all over Steve’s dress shirt, his knuckles bruised and bloodied.
You shoved your fist in your mouth to stifle your heavy breathing, willing your feet to move, to leave before you were caught, but you were frozen. The stranger looked over at you, his face swollen, but you saw him ask for your help.
You turned and ran before Steve caught you, the last sound to follow you out was screaming which ended with a gunshot. You ran upstairs and hid in the walk in closet, tears streaming down your face.
You’d always heard the rumors and whispers about the business Steve was in, but you never fully believed what anyone said. Now you knew just how naive you had truly been. You heard the door to the basement open, Steve’s voice carrying through the house as he gave directions to his right hand on removing the body.
You jumped as you heard him make his way upstairs, running to the bathroom and turning the shower on to hide yourself from Steve, and maybe also to try and wash away what you’d just witnessed. You quickly undressed and showered again, staying in for as long as you could.
You wrapped yourself in your robe, took a deep breath and opened the door to the bathroom, faking a look of surprise at seeing Steve home. He looked up at you, his clothes changed and blood free. He asked what you were doing at home, you said you had quit your job today and came home early.
As you walked to the closet to get some clothes, your heart once again thudded in your chest. You were scared it was so loud, Steve would be able to hear. You jumped when you felt Steve behind you, his hands working your robe off. You leaned back into him, afraid he would know the truth if you didn’t accept his affection.
Steve kissed your shoulders, up your neck, stopping at your ear. He whispered he knew you were lying and asked why you had been downstairs, his hand gripping your arm in a bruising grip. He grabbed your hair, pulling you to the bed as he bent you over, working his pants and boxer briefs down his legs, freeing his already hard cock.
You cried as he spit on your asshole, his cock in hand as he stroked it slowly. You begged for lube, for anything to prepare you for this invasion, but it fell on deaf ears as he pushed into you. As you felt him stretch your already abused hole, you hated the betrayal of your body, your cunt growing wet with each thrust.
Steve was relentless, fucking you slow at first, trying to allow you time to adjust before he started to fuck you deeply. You felt his hand reach around and gather your slick as he worked your clit. Your tears stained the bed, whether from pleasure or pain, you weren’t sure. You hated that he could make you feel so good while taking what he wanted with no concern for you.
He rubbed your clit harder, your orgasm rushing over you as you came all over his hand. You felt his thrusts quicken, however you weren’t able to keep track as he made you cum again and again. You finally felt him stiffen, your hole filled with his cum as he continued to fuck you through both of your orgasms, his dick softening with each twitch, your skin raw and irritated as his cum leaked out.
You sobbed quietly, long after he’d pulled out and left you limp on the bed, heading to the bathroom to clean himself off. He came back in the room, stooping down to whisper in your ear that you knew the rules. Downstairs was off limits and lying about it was why the punishment was so rough, dropping a kiss on your cheek leaving to change his clothes and head back down.
You laid on the bed, your tears soaking the sheets, unable to move, disgusted as you felt Steve’s cum leaking out of you. After what felt like hours, you finally stopped sobbing and lifted yourself off the bed, crawling on your hands and knees to the bathroom. You filled the tub with hot water, gently lowering yourself into the bath, the water stinging your sore and abused hole.
You sat in the water with your knees pulled up to your chin until the bath had turned cold and you started shivering. Only then did you stand up and wrap yourself in your fluffy robe, heading towards the closet carefully as you were still in intense pain.
You turned to look at the bed, still covered with cum, yours and Steve’s, but you couldn’t bring yourself to lay down. You opened the door, cautiously looking around for Steve, and made your way down to the guest bedroom. You laid down, covering yourself with the blanket as you started quietly sobbing once more, finally falling asleep once you’d cried all you could, which became the new normal for you.
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Present Day
As you finished up the history behind you and Steve, Andy sat quietly, his attention focused only on you. You couldn’t meet his gaze, afraid you would see pity there. Pity was the last thing you wanted, especially from a man you’d known for twelve hours.
You stood and made your way to the table where you’d set your purse down, reaching in to grab your insurance. You walked back to Andy and placed the drive in front of him.
“This is everything I have on Steve. Names, positions, wives, girlfriends, everything you need to put not only him away, but many of those around him also.”
“How were you able to compile this without him knowing?” Andy asked, impressed by your strength and courage.
“My best friend growing up is a tech genius, former special ops. He has been helping me for a while. He created a software program that feeds from all known and unknown government databases. Facial recognition, full background checks, anything that has ever been documented, dark web shit too. I would get a lot of information from the wives. Get a little wine in them and they talk a lot. I would feed this to Jake and he would gather all of the intel he had and match it with what I was told.”
Andy got up and disappeared into another room, returning with his laptop. He plugged the drive in and opened the encrypted files with the password you gave to him. As he watched everything open, he realized that this was it. This was everything he needed to take down not only Steve, but most of his payroll, some high ranking officials and politicians. What Andy was looking at was a nuclear weapon and he held the code.
You sat quietly as Andy worked, your mind wandering back to Steve. You knew this would seal your fate and you would never see him again. You weren’t sure how you felt, or how you were supposed to feel. You were relieved because you would no longer be his prisoner, yet you grieved the loss of him. There was a time you were so in love with Steve, you couldn’t wait to be his wife. Now, you couldn’t even stomach looking at him let alone him touching you.
“This is it. This is everything I need to make sure Steve never hurts you again, or anyone else for that matter. Once I do this, once I make the call and blow this up, you can never go back again. Do you understand what I’m saying? Do you still want to do this?” Andy turned and grabbed your hands, his thumb rubbing a soothing motion.
“I’m sure, but I do have some requests. I disappear immediately when you are done with me. I don’t need anything, I have a sizable amount of money stashed away. I want a new city, a new name, and I want to be able to practice again eventually, in some capacity. I can do shelter medicine, work somewhere small, I don’t care. I just want some part of my life back.”
“I can make you disappear, I will be the only person who knows where you are. My plan is to keep you hidden the entire trial, which should be quick with everything you’ve given me. After the trial is done and I’m sure Steve and everyone associated with him are gone, once I’ve done this, I will make sure to find a way for you to resume your veterinary career.”
You didn’t know why, and this was something you didn’t think you’d ever be able to do again after Steve, but you trusted Andy. You believed every word he said; you couldn’t be sure if it was because you truly did or if it was wishful thinking, but right now you couldn’t care less. Right now, he was here and he was keeping you alive.
“I have an idea for your friend. I will have to make some calls and see what can be done, but this database he’s built would be an amazing asset to our government. FBI, CIA, every branch of the military, this would change the face of national security for the better. Would he be open to something like that?”
“I would need to verify this with him the next time he checks in and updates me on Steve, but I don’t think he’d turn you down at all.” You smiled, grasping Andy’s hand tightly, your feelings bittersweet. You looked up to see Andy staring deeply at you, his face etched with worry and pride. You tried to ignore the flutter of your heart at his gaze, reminding yourself this was just another business proposition for Andy, nothing more.
“Well, I think I will try and get some sleep.” You stood, clearing your throat to cover the sudden rush of emotion in your voice. “Were your men able to get me everything I asked for?” you inquired as you moved to grab your purse. You wanted to shower, take your Ambien and sleep if possible. Insomnia had been your constant roommate the last year or so, why would tonight be any different?
“Um, yes, yeah. They put the bags in the master bedroom for you. I’ve made up the bed, there’s a bathroom in the room for you so you will have complete privacy. There’s a television and any streaming channel you could possibly want. I will make sure to have someone bring your cat to you once we’ve made the arrest.” Andy stood to guide you to the room you would call home for the next week or so.
“I don’t want to take your bedroom, please don’t let me be a bother at all. The guest room or any couch will be perfectly fine.” You followed Andy down the hall, finally agreeing to take the master suite. You walked over to the bed and started looking through all of the items and clothes that had been left. You couldn’t wait to step into a piping hot shower, letting the world fade away for just a bit.
“Well, I will leave you. If you need anything, please let me know. I will most likely be working out in the living room. There are snacks and food in the fridge, anything you want is yours.” Andy moved to stand in front of you, lifting your chin up so you would look at him. “It’s almost over, I promise. Now, try and rest, I will check in on you later.”
You thanked Andy, your skin still warm from his touch, and you could have sworn you saw something in his face, his eyes, something that made your stomach flutter and your heart pound. You shook your head telling yourself Andy could have his pick of any woman, the last thing he needed was one as broken as you.
You made your way to the bathroom stripping as you went, the bag of toiletries in your hand. The shower was hot and soothing, your back finding relief from the tension coiled there. As you stood under the hot stream, you cried. You cried for the loss of yourself, you cried for the loss of your love, you cried at the sheer relief of escape. You cried until you had nothing left.
You turned the shower off, and stepped out, so thankful Andy had the men pick up a fluffy robe. You wrapped yourself tightly and stood before the mirror, wiping the steam to look at your reflection. You applied your moisturizer, brushed your teeth, and made your way to the bed to change. You sat down and grabbed the sleep medication from your purse, taking two. It had been days since you had actually slept, and all you wanted for tonight was a chance to escape.
You laid down, your phone in hand as you scrolled through your updates from Jake. You texted from the burner phone Jake had set up for you, completely untraceable by anyone. Jake created this phone just for you and that thought had you in tears again. If it hadn’t been for Jake, you would never have been able to do this. You’d have been stuck in this endless cycle with Steve.
You responded to let Jake know what was going on, catching him up on your conversation with Andy, your requests, and how things were going to proceed. Jake begged you to be safe, letting you know he would check in with you tomorrow. You said goodnight and dropped the phone back in your purse.
You turned on the TV, and found one of your favorite movies streaming. As you leaned back against the pillows, you drifted off to sleep immediately, your meds and pure exhaustion kicking in. You hadn’t even changed your clothes, still dressed in only your robe on top of the bed, dreamless for a few hours, the only amount of rest your brain would allow.
You tossed and turned, your voice strangled as you tried to wake up, but you couldn’t out run him. Steve was all around and no matter where you turned, he was there. You tried to climb out of the darkness, but it enveloped you, blinding and suffocating you. You jumped up, gasping for air as you felt a pair of strong hands on your arms.
You screamed, thinking Steve had found you, completely forgetting where you were. Andy continued to hold you, trying to keep you from hurting yourself as you continued to blindly fight. Andy grabbed you, pulling you tightly into his embrace, holding you as you started to calm down, your tears wetting his shirt as you sobbed.
You finally calmed down enough to pull back and see the worried look on Andy’s face as he still held you, you finally relaxing into his embrace. You felt safe as Andy gently rocked you back and forth, his hand rubbing your back. Andy didn’t ask you about it and you didn’t offer any explanation, but you knew he understood where the panic had stemmed from.
You started to breathe evenly, your eyes slowly starting to close as you were lulled back to sleep by Andy. You startled awake when you felt him lay you down and cover you with the blanket. As he turned to leave the room, you grabbed his hand and pleaded with him not to leave you alone. Tonight, you needed him, not realizing that this was the exact moment your feelings started shifting towards this man and away from the one who hurt you while claiming it was love.
ANDY’S POV
Andy laid back down, staying above the covers, pulling you back to him, his arm around your waist as you quickly fell asleep again. What you didn’t know is that Andy was feeling the exact same shift in emotions, having been single for so long. Not to say Andy was a monk, but he had only accepted the physical from another person, always scared to make the emotional commitment too. All of that was different with you.
He thought you the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen, everything from your hair to your smile instantly making him an addict. He didn’t think he’d ever be able to get you alone long enough to let you know who he was and what he wanted, but he was damn sure going to try.
He learned your patterns, watching you for about two weeks, non stop. He wouldn’t let anyone else do this, he needed you to trust him. He had seen the pictures, the marks, old ones fading while new ones littered your skin. He hadn’t given you enough credit though, which is how you surprised him when you turned around and asked him why he had been following you.
Andy was so impressed, you had rendered him speechless. As he stumbled to find the words, he almost felt like he was back in high school and talking to his crush for the first time. When he finally found his voice, he handed you his card, his personal cell phone written on the back. No one outside of his job had this number, Andy always trying to keep those around him safe. And now, you were the most important thing to him, the one thing he wanted to protect and cherish for the rest of your lives.
Andy felt crazy. He didn’t believe in love at first sight, but his first look at you had sealed his fate. You accepted the card, turning to head back to your car. Andy watched you pull away, looking away only when your car was out of his line of sight. Andy didn’t think you’d call. He thought it was going to take a few more encounters.
He waited every day, still making sure to keep you under his watch, even when you were at home. He knew what he was risking, but he couldn’t let you go. You called while he watched the light in your room turn on, making himself wait before he answered the call.
You agreed to meet him, and the moment he sat down across from you, he knew this was it. He was done. You had ruined him for any other woman. He couldn’t help but grab your hand to soothe you as you started to talk, Andy hanging on every word you said. When you agreed to leave with him, well, he couldn’t remember a time in his life that he had ever felt this happy.
He had never let anyone into his home before, always worried about privacy and protection, but with you, there was no other place he wanted you to be. He listened as you recounted you life with Steve, jealous at the way you spoke about Steve in the beginning, then wanting nothing more than to murder him with his bare hands by the end.
He didn’t pity you, he knew you didn’t need nor want that from him. He admired you, your strength, something he had never witnessed before. He was impressed at your ability to compile all of the necessary information before Andy even came into the mix. You were brave, you were fearless, and this only made Andy fall for you even more.
He not only learned about Steve, he also learned about you. He learned your passions, your likes, your dislikes, he learned what made you happy and what made you angry, he learned about you, the real you; the you who you thought was dead and buried. He learned it all, committing every last detail to memory. When all of this was done and Steve was locked away, he would give you all of this and more. He would give you anything you asked for.
He had wanted to kiss you when he walked you to the bedroom. Seeing you standing there in his space, his most sacred area in all of the world, it unlocked something inside of him. He wanted to grab you and kiss you stupid, but he knew you weren’t ready for that. He made himself leave, immediately making his way to the bar for another drink. It took all of his strength not to kiss you, throw you down on the bed and taste you until you couldn’t remember your own name, let alone Steve’s. He wanted to show you how you deserved to be treated, how you were the most important thing ever to exist.
He listened as the shower turned on, and all he could think about was the hot water running down your breasts, your hand running along your body, your cunt warm and inviting. He felt his pants tighten, his thoughts only on your naked body. He imagined himself between your thighs, one thrown over his shoulder as he ate you out, your wet pussy dripping your essence down his face. He imagined your scent trapped in his beard, his fingers coated in your slick as you came over and over.
He loosened his belt, opening his pants and pulling them down enough to free his thick and hard cock, the head coated in his precum. He gathered it on his hand, grabbed his dick and slowly started to stroke his shaft, making sure to wipe the tip every time he reached the top.
He imagined you turned around your face pressed against the wall as he entered from behind, your tight and warm pussy hugging him perfectly, as if it was made only for you. He started to stroke faster and faster as he pictured himself slowly fucking you, pulling you back to kiss your neck. He pictured your hips bouncing back to meet his thrusts, your moans the only thing he ever wanted to hear again.
As he felt himself about to cum, he wondered what you looked like when you came. He saw you in his mind, breathless and lost, your orgasm completely possessing your body and soul. As he pictured you cumming, he felt himself stutter, his thrusts into his hand uneven and rushed. He imagined your cunt squeezing his dick tightly as he came, his cum covering his hand and landing on his shirt. He panted as he tried to catch his breath, his ears filled with his heartbeat, his head filled with nothing but you.
After he cleaned himself off, he changed into sweats and a hoodie, needing a distraction to keep him from making his fantasy come true. He worked for hours, completely unaware of the time as the hours passed by. The drive you had given him was a dream for any lawyer; names, dates, every transaction on a credit card, any ticket, everything right at the tips of his fingers.
When he heard you cry out, he ran to the bedroom and threw open the door. You were still asleep, but you were crying and whimpering. He grabbed your arms and shook you, trying to wake you, but nothing worked. You screamed when you finally opened your eyes, trying to free yourself from Andy with your arms and legs.
When you had finally calmed and started to sleep, he tucked you in, dropping a kiss on your forehead before turning to walk away. Andy heard you stir and saw the look on your face, causing him to make his way back to the bed. He wanted to make sure you felt safe and comfortable, so he stayed on top of the covers.
He slipped his arm around you, pulling your body back against his, you fitting as if you were always meant his embrace. He felt you drift off again, following you into slumber not long after. Andy didn’t normally sleep, usually only three to four hours a night, but with you warm and safe in his embrace, he drifted off into the best sleep he could ever remember having. He would do everything in his power to make sure this is right where you stayed.
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You woke up warm and comfortable, having slept better than you could remember. You stretched and rolled over, snuggling into the chest, startling when you realized you weren’t alone. You looked up, Andy sleeping peacefully, his arm around you. You reached out, caressing his cheek, the soft motion happening before you even realized what you were doing.
Andy stirred, clearing his throat as he brought you in closer, resting his chin on the top of your head. You let the warmth pull you under again, and for the first time, you felt completely safe and protected. You didn’t know what it was about Andy that inspired such confidence in you, but he did, and you would enjoy every minute while you could.
You woke a little later to Andy rubbing his hand up and down your arm, slowly bringing you back to reality. You stirred, stretching out your body as you felt Andy chuckle, the rumble low and deep from his chest. You looked up at him questioningly, offended you were being laughed at.
“I’m not laughing at you, put the pout away,” he said, smiling down at you. “You stretch like a cat, full body and long.” You slapped him on his chest and sat up, only just now realizing you were still dressed in your robe, which was hanging precariously open . You asked what time it was, moving out of Andy’s embrace to go use the bathroom and start your day.
Andy informed you it was a little past ten in the morning, which shocked you. You never slept past six maybe seven at the latest. Andy said he’d go get some food started to let you have some time to get ready.
As you entered the living room, your mouth watered at the smell of whatever Andy had made. Your stomach gurgled loudly, causing Andy to chuckle as he sat a plate in front of you. You took a bite, closing your eyes in pure delight as the flavors hit your tongue. You and Andy ate in quiet yet comfortable silence, you grabbing the plates once you were both done eating. Andy fought you until you compromised and allowed him to help you clean up.
As Andy sat down to do some work, you reached out to Jake to check in, needing to hear his voice and know he was safe. Jake informed you Steve had returned home early and was anxious to find out what you had been up to. Jake managed to stave him off for a while saying you were with your mother for testing that would keep you occupied for a few hours. You thanked him, promising him you were safe and would reach out to Steve soon.
Andy continued working, asking you questions over everyone in the files, and what you knew about them. You stopped about an hour later and texted Jake you were going to call Steve. Jake set the heart monitor noise in the background as you used your personal cell phone which Jake kept located at the hospital.
You gave Steve an update, making sure to keep the noise consistent as Jake helped keep the call authentic. When you disconnected, you sighed and rolled your neck and shoulders, tension immediately setting in when you talked to Steve.
Andy closed his laptop and asked what you felt like for dinner, anything you wanted. You told him your favorite food, and of course Andy knew exactly where to order it from, shocking you when he chose your favorite restaurant. You quirked an eyebrow and looked over to see Andy shrug. You had told him your favorite place during your story, and Andy made sure to remember.
You felt yourself loosen up, your mood instantly boosted at the fact that you were heard, a feeling that hadn’t happened in a very long time. While you waited for the food to arrive, Andy poured you a glass of wine, your choice being a sweet moscato while he sipped on the same.
When the food arrived, you and Andy ate, him regaling you with tales of his most humorous and memorable cases. You couldn’t remember the last time you had laughed so hard, Andy pouring more wine for you both as the night continued. You both decided to throw on a show you’d been wanting to watch forever, but you didn’t even make it through the first thirty minutes before your breath evened out as you fell asleep on his lap.
Andy looked down and made sure to cover you with the blanket across your lap as he went back to work, quietly so as not to wake you up. Whenever you moved, he stilled until you settled, keeping you covered up. His hand eventually found its way into your hair, gently playing with the loose pieces as he continued working through more files.
Andy drifted to sleep a few hours later, his head resting on the back of the couch. You woke up, waking Andy up to head to bed. Andy followed you down the hall, and as you stood outside the door, you looked at him, asking him to stay again. Andy silently followed you in, getting under the covers this time before pulling you into him again.
This became the routine for you two, sleep, eat work, spending time together, then sleep. This was your comfort zone, where you wanted to be. You weren’t sure you would ever feel safe or comfortable after Steve, but you wouldn’t shut the door to this chance if it happened.
On the last day with Andy, the end of the week you had agreed to in the beginning, you found yourself sad, disappointed that this was coming to an end, the day moving way too quickly for your taste. Andy slammed the laptop shut, leaned back and took a deep breath. This was ending way too fast for him also. You looked up to see Andy glancing down at you, your head laid across his lap as he played with your hair, your breath catching at the look on his face, a look you hadn’t seen in a long time.
Andy reached out, running his thumb over the apple of your cheek, causing you to lean into the soft and sweet touch. You leaned forward, your lips ghosting over Andy’s, your breath soft and timid. Andy leaned in, deepening the kiss as you lost yourself in his touch. As you moved to straddle his lap, Andy stopped you, his breaths short as he looked at you.
You immediately pulled away, embarrassed and ashamed at his denial. As you stood to leave, tears falling freely, you felt Andy grab you. He pulled you into his embrace, whispering that as much as he wanted this, he didn’t want to go too fast. He didn’t want to lose you, now that he’d just finally found you.
He grasped your chin, making you meet his eyes, wanting you to believe his every word. Andy meant it, he wanted to take his time with you, explore you, he wanted to love you in a way you had never been loved, but he needed to make sure you felt the same while he also needed to keep you alive.
“It isn’t that I don’t want to,” he said softly, his thumbs wiping the tears away as they fell. “I need to be able to keep you safe, to keep you alive, and I cannot do that until Steve is gone. I also need to know this is real, that your feelings are for me and aren’t just grieving a loss or fill a need. This is real for me, so real. I have never felt this way about anyone in my life.” Andy searched your face, trying to find the answers to the questions he so desperately needed.
You reached out and ran your hand along his jawline as you stood up to kiss him, every answer left behind on his lips. He kissed you again, pulling himself away leaving both of you breathless. You entered the bedroom, immediately finding home in his embrace, trying to memorize every touch, every breath before you were pulled apart.
Andy held you, both of you kissing, afraid to drift to sleep. Eventually, you both fell off into a dreamless sleep, morning coming way too fast for either of you. You packed everything up, Andy giving him men orders. After the car was packed, you and Andy stood silent as you drank each other in one last time.
“I am the only one besides my men who will know where you are.” Andy pushed stray strands of hair behind your ear as he continued. “Jake has been secured complete immunity on the condition he becomes a top tech professional for the US government, all branches. He will be set for life and will be able to contact you whenever he pleases.”
You nodded, trying to prolong this moment, still not ready to say goodbye. Andy moved to the side, opening the door to the SUV you were to leave in. Jake stepped out, his large and goofy smile on his face as he grabbed you in a tight embrace, lifting you off the ground. You cried tears of relief knowing your best friend, well actually family, was still alive.
He handed you a phone, going over all of the features as this was the last piece of technology he would be able to make for you. This phone was encrypted with only himself and Andy able to call or text. You could make calls and text of course, however Jake had made this phone completely untraceable with a new phone number spoofed every time you used it. Jake was excited to begin this new chapter, but completely scared of what time would bring. You assured him this was not the end, that Andy had made sure you’d always be able to reach him, even see him anytime you wished. As Jake said goodbye, he quietly whispered about how much he liked Andy. He approved, and that meant more to you than anything else. You watched another vehicle pull in, and squeezed Jake one last time.
As Jake was swept off to begin his new life, you turned to Andy, almost immediately seeking out his comfort. Andy helped you into the back of the vehicle, making sure you were buckled in and secure before placing a kiss on your lips, urgent and filled with sadness at having to let you go. You promised this wasn’t forever, Andy promised he would come back for you as soon as Steve was gone. Andy watched you leave, turning to head inside and start the war.
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The cottage was so small and secure, Andy’s men splitting time between guarding you and also living next door. Andy made sure to call you every day, and every day, you received something from him. A book you’d wanted to read, your favorite fruit, anything that you mentioned, Andy made sure was yours.
It had been two months of non-stop contact, Andy reassuring you he was safe. He spared you the details of the raid, only letting you know that Steve was gone. The next day, you were awakened by gentle purrs and head bumps, opening your eyes to see your favorite cat.
It would be another few weeks before you were updated again, Andy unable to text and call daily the further the trial progressed. You’d kept tabs on the news, able to watch Steve’s empire fall. You felt a sense of relief pour through you once you’d read the headline detailing Steve Rogers fall from grace, his empire blown up from the inside out.
High ranking politicians, police, business men, other mafia contacts all brought down and eliminated by one Andrew Barber. You watched the trial end, Steve found guilty on all counts. Steve would never be free again, nor would he see the light of day, his sentence relocated to a very secure underground prison meant for the most dangerous men.
You waited for Andy, ready to finally be with this man who’d allowed you to live once again. With all of Steve’s people gone, it was safe for you to come back. You looked at your phone, waiting for a call, a text, anything to let you know Andy was coming back, but it never came. Another week passed with nothing from Andy. You called Jake to catch up with him, so proud of him. He was the most important and sought after commodity to national security, and you couldn’t be happier for him.
You were about to give up on Andy, resigning yourself to the fact you had once again trusted the wrong man. You snuggled with your cat, finally allowing your tears to fall. You fell asleep snuggled up, his purrs lulling your anxiety.
You were awakened a short while later, a hand on your cheek while gentle kisses were peppered down the side of your face. You opened your eyes, immediately seeing the one person you wanted more than anyone.
“Andy,” you breathed, immediately falling into his embrace. He kissed you, needy and rushed, wanting nothing more than to be here with you in this moment. He pulled away, his forehead resting on yours as he panted.
“Hi. I came as soon as I could,” he said, twining his fingers with yours. You leaned into him, kissing him again, holding him so close. You looked around, making sure the two of you were alone. He assured you the men were away in their place, that the two of you were finally and completely alone.
Andy gently laid you back, removing his shirt before climbing up to meet your lips. You sighed as he started to kiss your neck, softly nibbling, licking, kissing as he made his way down. He stopped at your collarbones, his hands sliding up your sides as you moved to remove your tank top, offering him access to the breasts he’d dreamed about since the first moment he saw you.
He nipped your nipple, taking it in his mouth as he bit and worked it over, removing his mouth to allow the cold air to hit as he worked over your other nipple, alternating between the two before moving his kisses down your stomach, his hands grabbing your shorts, pulling them down as he went.
You leaned back as he kissed up from your ankle to the knee, ending at the top of your thigh as he moved to the other leg, making his way down from your thigh to your ankle, chuckling when you huffed in frustration, so close yet still no relief. Andy made his way back up, your hands finding his hair as he finally reached where you wanted him most.
He inhaled your scent, losing all control as he dove in, his tongue licking up and down your wet slit, your moans sweeter than he ever imagined. He moved to your clit, sucking the small bundle between his teeth as he slid two fingers into you. Andy almost came right there, your pussy more sweet and soft than he had dreamed.
He worked his fingers in and out, sucking relentlessly as he felt your cunt tighten and squeeze, knowing you were close. He rubbed his clothed cock on the bed, seeking any type of relief while he made you scream, your cries overtaking every sense. He continued suckling, over and over, your juices running down his hand as he made you cum again and again, not letting up until you pushed his head away.
He kissed his way up, stopping at your breasts again, almost making you cum again from the sensitivity as he landed at your mouth. You kissed him deeply, your taste spurring you on more and more. You flipped him over, straddling his lap, his hard cock rubbing over your already oversensitive pussy.
Andy lifted his hips, allowing you to pull his pants down, grabbing his cock, dragging the tip up and down your wet slit, causing Andy to thrust up. You positioned him at your entrance, slowly sinking down inch by inch, his cock filling you to the brim.
You started to rotate your hips, keeping his dick nestled deeply inside, the motion making him still, allowing you to take what you needed from him. This was all about you, what made you happy, what made you feel good, marveling at how beautiful you looked in this light, fucked out yet still fucking.
You leaned down, your hair covering his face as he grabbed it and pulled you closer, kissing you slowly and deeply, following your rhythm. You rode him slow, barely lifting off his cock, taking him so deep you felt him in every part of your pussy, warm and slow.
As you continued fucking him, you sped up, your head thrown back in ecstasy as you balanced your hands on his chest. You bounced harder, your hips swiveling, feeling your orgasm building higher and higher. You continued your pace, chasing your end as you felt Andy thrust up, meeting you.
You let go, your cunt gripping him tightly as you cried out, his name the only word you seemed to know. You felt him still, his hot cum shooting into you, as he kept himself buried deep, not wanting to ever leave the shelter of your pussy.
You laid down across him, panting as your heart started to return to normal, your breaths short and shallow. Andy rubbed his hand up and down your back, his hot breath in your ear. He kissed you over and over, letting you know that this is what he had wanted for you. He wanted you to feel safe with him, knowing he would never do what Steve had.
You fell into a deep sleep, his now softening cock still sheathed fully as he continued to comfort you, making sure you were resting and comfortable. This moment was more than he had ever felt he deserved, and you would never be alone again.
His phone lit up, silenced to make sure you weren’t disturbed. He opened his texts, one message popping open from an unknown number. “It’s done, everyone is asleep.” Andy sent a message acknowledging he’d received it, closing his phone, placing it to the side nightstand. You moved, moaning from the action, Andy keeping completely still.
Andy was a man of few words, but many secrets; he would tell you one day, but for now, this Andy would be all you knew, the prosecutor so in love with you, he would end the world. Andy thought back to his conversation with his most trusted man, Curtis. Curtis had been with Andy from the beginning, helping him build an empire so secret, no one knew who the actual leaders were.
Andy sat silently as he processed the news Curtis had sent. Steve was gone, never to be seen nor heard from again, along with all of his men, leaving Andy in charge, Andy who now had a direct line to Jake.
Every last person in those files had been handled, allowing Andy to silently seize control. As he looked down at you again, he felt so warm and loved. Andy wasn’t sure of much, but he was very sure of one thing: No one else would get to hurt you again, you were his.
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frostironfudge · 1 year
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Keep My Secret - (Bucky x Reader x Steve)
Summary: The search for Bucky and Steve is shrouded in darkness, will you find the light and the loves of your lives?
my entry for @the-slumberparty 's week one i spy challenge, i had the theme isolation and setting fairy tale and this is what i came up with, hope you enjoy it! ‘Leather cuffs’ and ‘bouquet of flowers’ were also prompts.
Word Count: 1.4k
Warnings: dark setting, allusions to future dub-con (none explicitly described or stated), isolation, kidnapping, dark magical elements, dark character and one soft dark character (i'm not saying who is who because i don't want to give it away), allusions to torture, wounds mentioned, mind control, power dynamics, dark fae magic.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader x Steve Rogers
Main Masterlist || AO3
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The scent of rain soaked mud slowly clambers up the endless walls. You do remember the word for it, the grogginess around your mind isn’t clearing. Otherwise you’re sure you would know. 
A rumble in the distance followed by a louder boom. You hear a cough followed by a groan. The presence is familiar. The darkened room seldom aids your half mast gaze. 
Dull aches finally register along your temple and cheekbone. When your fingers reach out the remembrance sets in, leather cuffs. Binds that tie you to this fate. Another groan, your head lols towards it. You whimper as you recognise him despite the state of his body. 
“B-bucky?” You call out, his head snaps up, then he groans yet again. 
Bucky shakes off the pain, enhanced vision allowing him to trace you across the circular room. Strands of his now long hair fall back. Months. Months spent locked in this tower. Months since he was gone and asked you not to follow. 
His brows furrow, there was something different today in the tower and it wasn’t the petrichor. Cobwebs still decorated the ceilings, dust settled in around objects. The table with familiar tools is the only clean surface, and there lay coated in the softest of dew drops—bougainvillaeas. Tied with a leather string. Bucky’s eyes find you again. The flowers held meaning to you. Currently the bouquet symbolises you. 
“Malyshka (baby).” 
You look back at him from the floor. The flash of lightning outside illuminates him. Blue eyes full of worry, crimson coats his skin. It felt as if eons since you heard the endearment from his lips. 
“What have they done?” You beg to know, “Bucky, where have you been? I, I—,”
“Malyshka, I told you not to follow me.” He sighs, on his knees making his way towards you. The chain tugs on his arm when he attempts to touch your face. 
“You were gone, you promised and you were gone. Just like he did. I had to find you. We’ll get out.” You assure him, you had a plan, you had the tracker. Sam would find the two of you. “Then we’ll find him, we will all return home.”
“Malyshka, we are—,”
The door opens, cutting off Bucky’s reply. 
Fresh flame torches carried in by the soldiers in black and red replace the burnt out ones on the walls. The stone illuminated with an orange glow. The flames flicker as the only window allows wind into the room. They leave the door open. 
A larger figure walks in, a mask covering his face, a mane of dark hair surrounds him. 
“Did you like my present?” he questions, the voice carries an echo of foreign familiarity, his large palm moving to cradle Bucky’s head, fisting in his hair. Bucky’s jaw clenched. 
“Hmm, this hair suits you better. A reminder of glorious days.” The man hums. 
“I have no need for presents.” Bucky spits out and the man tsks. 
“The gift of flowers was for her, you need to be more appreciative. I remember you being more affectionate.” The man sighs, fingers running through Bucky’s hair, almost intimate. Your brows furrow. The brunette turns his head away away, then a slap echoes through the room, “Be respectful, Soldat.” 
Bucky spits out the iron laced saliva pooling in his mouth. 
You look at the flowers, one of your lesser known favourites. Only two people knew the meaning the flowers held for you. 
Your eyes widen at the HYDRA symbol on the man’s back. He turns to you. The mask hides his identity and unease pools in your stomach as you stare at the void blackened eyes of the mask. 
“Tell me then,” the man squats before you, gripping your chin harshly, you cry out as his gloved fingers dig into the cut along your jaw, “I asked you a question, did you not like flowers, mo chridhe (my heart)?” 
Bucky closes his eyes as your accusing gaze meets him, then back to the masked man. The dark laughter echoes around the room and cracks your heart into pieces. 
He squishes your cheeks together, your tears pool over his fingers, trailing down the glove to his wrist. 
“Ste-Steve?” You ask, he shakes his head, taking off his mask. The beard on him familiar, his hair longer, indicating the time of him being gone. However the blue eyes you fell in love with and saw your future in are now surrounded by a thin ring of silver. 
The lips belong to Steve but the smile is no longer warm, it only sends a cold chill through you. 
“B-bucky, what—,” You sputter, Steve’s grip tightens. 
“Are you going to tell her, baby?” He quirks a brow, lazily looking back at Bucky. 
Bucky’s shoulders shake, lips trembling. He meets your eyes with tear stained cheeks. 
“He isn’t, he isn’t our Steve.” 
Your widened eyes move back to him, no, it can’t be, Steve is, Steve is supposed to, what has HYDRA done to him?
“Oh mo chridhe, your shared Steve’s long gone, but fret not. I will make sure the two of you are cared for, like my own sweet little pets. I remember everything your Stevie did and had done to him by the two of you. Mmm, wrapped around me, wrapped around Bucky. You are quite the sight.” He smirks, eyes alight with a mirth you cannot find yourself in this bleak tower. 
“Who are you?” You question as he releases you, “you aren’t Steve, Bucky, this isn’t, no. Please we have to fight him! We have to find Steve!” You plead. 
Steve shifts, you then see it, Bucky’s missing arm. How had you not noticed? You look around the tower. Flashes pass through your mind, the forest, the mist, and the torn wings. The sobbing man. Pleading for help. 
The flash of blonde and blue. The call of help from brunette and azure.
You gave the hunched over man in pain your name. 
“Why, I’m Steve Rogers of course. He’s James Barnes and you are Y/N Y/L/N. You should never give the fae your name but shh, my little play things,” Steve cups your head and Bucky’s, “Those little soldiers outside know me as Hydra Supreme. So let's keep this little secret between us three. Hmm?” He raises a brow, then chuckles at your hurt expressions, eyes crinkling and reminding you so much of your Steve. 
“Oh cmon, you look at me as if I killed your little Stevie. Maybe I did, but I will make you forget, I’ll let you rule, well atleast beneath me.” He leans closer, lips brushing against Bucky’s chapped lips and then your busted one, he licks the stray traces of blood humming, “What do you say then my pets?” 
“If you think for one second we’re going to agree with you you second rate, fucking asshole—,” Bucky’s eyes glow silver, his words cut off, “I want to rule under you, Sire.” 
“Please, not Bucky, please, don’t we, Steve, please we—we will rule under you, Sire.” Your words aren’t your own, you watch on as Steve smiles pleased with the two of you. 
“Such good pets, I will allow the two of you to feel pleasure tonight but after I’ve had my fill. It’s going to be a long night.” He turns away, releasing the glamour from Bucky. 
Bucky blinks, the silver disappearing for a moment from his eyes. He stares down at his arms, both flesh and metal and then at you with your eyes gleaming silver. 
“Steve.” He says in warning, “She doesn’t deserve this, please reconsider. I know we wanted her all to ourselves but I can’t strip her of her will.” 
The blond clicks his tongue, eyes narrowed at his lover, “I do not appreciate you disregarding every single bit of my sacrifice for you two, James. Do not force me to stoop low for you too.” He turns walking towards the table, picking up the flowers. 
“You already have,” Bucky shakes his head, gently cradling your face, your eyes vacant, “I’m so sorry, Malyshka.” 
Steve’s jaw clenches, anger coursing through his veins. The flowers fall to the floor, stems broken, petals scattered. Bucky turns, reaching for the gun in his holster. 
“You shouldn’t have given me your name, James Barnes. You little humans, your love shall be your undoing.” Steve waves a hand, Bucky lands on his knees. 
Dust rising around the two of you, gleaming collars forming around your and Bucky’s necks, chains attached and held in Steve’s palm. 
“Now, crawl to your king, my pets.” His menacing smile widens as you both fall on all fours.
-x-
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writeshite · 2 years
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Death Shan't Do Us Apart
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Summary:
You turned away, shrinking into yourself, “I just want to see my husband….” you lamented. You may think Steve neglects you, but Bucky sees it firsthand, the eerie way your husband watches you from a distance, the way he licks his lips when he catches a whiff of your scent. Yes, he pitied you, but he’d much rather you despise him that you fall prey to what was left of your husband.
Pairings:
Steve Rogers x Male!Reader
Tags:
Vampire!Steve | Human!Reader | Medieval AU | Soft Dark Steve Rogers
Words: 2725
Author's Note:
The gods gave me the power to write so I'm going to make it everyone's problem, plus vampire Steve is not a want, it's a need.
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It’s lonely when you awake; the bedroom you once shared with your husband is only yours now; he’d surrendered his living household to you, keeping only the undead. The east hallway was repurposed, the curtains and drapes shut tight, and guards posted by the entrance express orders from the king - no living shall pass, not even the prince consort. 
Any attempt to forgo these new rules was unsuccessful; the guards did not move when you arrived; they would bow their heads and apologize, “His majesty commands it, sire.”
Shadows often moved in the hallway when you were there; they reached out, then skirted back in the sunlight; sometimes, a figure would emerge in the distance, turned towards you, always watching. But then a servant would grab your arm, apologies to some unknown force spilling from their mouth as they directed you away, curses under their breath and prayers to long dead gods on their tongues.
The changes came when Steve returned from his skirmish near the gulf; he’d left you as your husband and returned as another - locked himself away and moved everything to isolate himself from you. No amount of bribery or threats would wheedle the information on the matter out of anyone; the soldiers he’d returned with looked haggard, almost terrified; some willingly welcomed the promise of death. 
Steve himself was absent, he moved fast in public, a parasol above his head, and eyes turned away from your gaze; unlike before, he did not reach for your hand, and your interactions occurred through others. In the day, that is. Night brought out the old Steve, the one who would carry you to bed when you fell asleep in your study, kiss your forehead goodnight, and hold you all night. He still did it, but only when you slumbered. Once, you’d peeked open your eyes and looked up, gazing into a near-perfect replica of your husband - his eyes were icier, the sharpness of his face amplified, and from the gasp he elicited, you noted the far pointier edge of his teeth. 
“Hush now,” he’d muttered. You’d gawked, brain still muddled with sleep, his deep voice lulled you back under, and you’d fought to stay awake. You held onto his tunic loosely as he set you underneath the covers; he held your cheek delicately, then placed a kiss on your neck. He breathed in deep, his hold still soft; as something pricked your skin, it drew only a droplet of blood, but Steve backed off at the sight of it. He had stared at it hungrily, then shook his head profusely, “Forgive me, dear heart.” You hadn’t the opportunity to ask for clarification, instead waking to the morning light with no husband in sight. 
Nine people passed away the next day, and Steve held off his midnight visits for a week. The morning bells rang through your thoughts, and your breakfast lay waiting on the open balcony, in full view of Steve’s new study. He watched you every morning, stood by the windows, obscured by the opaque drapes; he would remain until you finished, then Bucky would accompany you throughout the day, “For your safety, sire,” he’s said, never clarifying what you’d need protection from.
“I want to see my husband,” you demanded.
Bucky shook his head, “I can’t allow that,” he didn’t turn to face you; his hands remained clasped behind his back.
“Can’t or won’t?”
“You’re not wearing the ring,” he redirects the conversation, the ring in question being Steve’s apology gift - one of many - after nearly a year with him at arm’s length, you’d grown tired. “He won’t be happy about that.”
“Maybe then he’d be so kind to grace me with his presence,” you grumbled.
Bucky tutted you, “You shouldn’t say such things of your king,” he lectured, “any other monarch would have you flogged for such insult.”
“Any other monarch would do me the decency of neglect upfront,” you sniped. 
“You know why he keeps his distance,” Bucky reprimanded you. “His condition amplifies everything; it’s best you remain far until he gains some semblance of control.” When you did not back down from your anger, Bucky tutted, “Would you prefer then if he drained you dry as the baron did his first wife? Or perhaps you’d like your flesh torn from your skin as mine was by your lover’s hands?”
He wrenched the glove from his metallic arm, “You may not like it, dear prince, but he is no longer your Steve, he is a creature of the night, and his hunger may just well outweigh any love he holds for you,” he spoke harshly. 
You turned away, shrinking into yourself, “I just want to see my husband….” you lamented.
Bucky stepped back, a hint of guilt in his expression; when Steve had reassigned him as your guard, he’d made it clear your safety was of great importance - and if it meant scaring you away from him, then so be it. “It’s cruel,” Steve had said - peering through the curtains to watch you dine.
“It’s necessary.” 
He pitied you, but you weren’t there. You hadn’t been there at the gulf; you hadn’t seen Steve hold his neck as blood trailed down his skin, deep red turning into an obsidian hue, back hunching over as bones cracked and teeth grew. You hadn’t watched as Steve cut through men, both enemies, and friends, with such ferocity. Steve had stood in the blood, mouthfuls of human flesh disappearing down his throat as his fingers grew to become claws. You were spared the inhuman cruelty that Steve now possessed, the thirst for blood, and the unparalleled slaughter. You may think Steve neglects you, but Bucky sees it firsthand, the eerie way your husband watches you from a distance, the way he licks his lips when he catches a whiff of your scent. Yes, he pitied you, but he’d much rather you despise him that you fall prey to what was left of your husband.
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Steve didn’t plan to become a vampire; then again, no one really ever intends to die, much less become one of the undead.
He’d heard how uncaring vampiric masters tended to be, and he could understand why humans were fragile, annoying little creatures, yet here he was isolating himself from one to keep them safe. Emotion was a stranger to him now, where before he would be angry, now he would be furious before he was in love with you, now he was obsessed. 
Bucky greatly disapproved of his visits, but what could he do? Steve never went too far; he held you at most, stroking your hair as his eyes remained fixed on the pulse along your neck - once he’d pricked your skin with his finger, you’d been swimming in the haze of sleep, as his head swam with hunger. There were minute differences to the smell of blood, the stable boy he’d eaten smelt young, a touch of something meadowy in his fragrance, while the old guardsman he’d drank from last week was stale and tasted of age. On the other hand, you were sweet, sweet like the nectar in blood offerings; he’d almost leaned in to taste but then drew back just as quickly, shaking his head to dispel the craving. 
“Forgive me, dear heart.” 
You’d made a sound of confusion before dozing off again. Steve had withheld the urge long enough to make his way down to the village - nine people is how many it took before he’d quenched himself - Bucky hadn’t looked him in the eye for a week after, and he’d kept his distance from you just as long.
“He misses you,” Natasha voiced. She often lounged in his study, never far from the doors, blessed silver blade in reach, “Refused to wear the ring.” She constantly prodded at the edge of his sanity, little comments about you and your day, what she’d heard of you from Bucky or Sam. The ring had been a precaution, crafted in silver and blessed by the priestess herself, a ward to deter him should he seek you out in a state of hunger.
“It’s to be expected, rebellion often sparks in times of uncertainty, but he will adjust in time,” Steve responded.
Natasha huffed, “You say that, but forget how willful the prince consort is,” she chuckled, “perhaps in time, he will take on a lover,” she jokingly muses.
Steve snaps the pen in his hand, the ink bursting on his hand; Natasha merely laughs, her objective of the day complete, “I did not relieve you of your duties to the regiment so you could taunt me with lies,” he hisses, dabbing away at the ink.
“They are not lies, merely half-truths; your husband is lonely, majesty,” she says, “either he will find company in another or wither away in his sorrow.”
“Any company he might find will die at my hand,” he sneers, “HE IS MINE!”
“Says you, but the nobility have begun to scheme; there are those who would love nothing more than a night between the prince consort’s —” she ducks away, words cut off when Steve’s chair flies at her. His pupils shrink, akin to a cat’s, as he seethes at her, her face may hold steady, but she can feel the slight tremble in her limbs and the rabbit jump of her near-dead heart. “Apologies, my king,” she bows, head on the floor, arms held out front, “I meant no disrespect; I serve only to inform.”
Steve says nothing, his steps rush past her, and a grunt of something passes his lips before the door opens. Natasha raises her head, a sigh of relief; Sam leans by the door, shaking his head at her, “When you said you had a death wish, I thought you were joking.”
“You heard?”
“Who didn’t? We’re all undead here,” he holds out his hand, but she brushes it aside, “using the prince consort to anger him; that’s pretty risky, even for you.”
Sam was one of the lucky ones; he’d died peacefully but came back accidentally; the gods hadn’t been ready to release him from their hold. He didn’t understand the loose grip on humanity that she and many others had, she teetered on the edge of life and death; even for a creature of the night, Steve was unbelievably heartless. The only sliver of humanity he had left was with you; as callous as it may be, “He still cares for his husband, in his own twisted way, I can use that, keep myself in high regard, keep him from going too far.”
“And if he drains the prince consort dry? Will you remain to have your head taken from your shoulders alongside us?” Sam asked.
Natasha turned away; she attempted to mimic shame but couldn’t; Sam didn’t get it; he was lucky, “Steve won’t touch you, he can’t, you hold his husband’s favor, you’re immune to his anger.”
Sam scoffed, “As long as he lives, yes, but if your plans get him killed, then no one is safe.”
Steve all but ran from his study; the afternoon sun did not bare down on him as the morning did, so he passed into the living wings with some ease. The guards stiffed when he passed by, fear pouring from their veins as their armor shook with their tremors; he finds you in the veranda, cakes half-eaten and easel set to the side, you’re sat with your back to the entrance and crown set to the side. He grimaces at the absence of your ring; the others around you all recoil at the sight of him, stepping away when he nears. 
He places his hands atop your seat and tilts his head at the door - the servants scramble over themselves to leave, and your personal guards waste no time in following. You glance around at the commotion, eyes widening when you catch sight of him, “Steve….” Disbelief laces your voice, and you stand slowly, hand outstretched to touch him. His face is twisted in slight discomfort at the shine of the afternoon sun, but he remains where he stands.
You don’t look sick, but Steve doesn’t appreciate the bags under your eyes or the tear stains on your cheeks. “What upsets you, my love?” 
“You.”
“Me? How so? I have given you more than a king ever should their consort,” he says, slightly irritated.
“And I am grateful,” you reply, “but you do not give me your company anymore; I miss my king.” You withdraw from him, arms around yourself once more, “I miss you, Steve.”
“I miss you as well, dear heart, but I’m afraid my company would do you harm. Even now,” he moves fast, and you gasp when he appears behind you. His hand comes up to your throat; a gentle pressure applied as he tilts your neck to the side, “I crave your blood unlike any other; I fear my hunger would consume me should I remain so close.” 
He would like to move away, but it’s been so long since he’s had you all to himself. His nose grazes your vein; his face has already begun to shift - the curve of his ears point out more as the edge of his teeth grows; he holds your face away from him as he hides away in your neck. “Would you still wish for my company after inflicting such pain upon you?”
Your breath hitched; Steve smiled at the increase in your heartbeat; he turned your head, his nose against yours, “I….” you hesitate, taking in the monstrous appearance of your lover; you are unsure how best to put your thoughts into words, so opt instead to move forward, slotting your lips against his. His fangs scratch against your mouth, your blood drips into his mouth, and Steve is consumed by the want, hands gripping you as you cling to him desperately. He chases after the droplets of blood, only drawing back when he remembers your need for oxygen - you are flushed, eyes dazed, and mouth swollen; Steve missed seeing you this way.
“Perhaps I’ve been too harsh with my choices, shutting myself away from a source of something so sweet,” he mulls to himself, pecking your lips after each word. No other human had quenched his thirst so fervently. 
The doors to the veranda burst open then, as Bucky and Sam rush through, Natasha trails in after them, a handful of guards by her side. They still at the sight of you in Steve’s arms, cautiously glancing at Steve as they attempt to coax you away from him. You look between them, mind still numb from the kiss; when Bucky reaches out for you, Steve hisses, tucking you away from them, “Steve, you know better,” Bucky attempts, but Steve laughs.
His laugh isn’t the warm, soothing thing it once was; it’s near deranged, cruel, “Know better? You’re the one who should know better, demanding things from your king,” his attitude changes, jovial mood shifting to disdain, “I should have you skinned alive, flesh stirred for my evening stew for your attempt at separating me from my husband.”
His grip on you has grown painful, and you whimper at it, drawing his attention back to you, “Oh forgive me, dear heart,” his grip loosens, “I forget how easy you break.” He coos apologetically, “Sam will take you away from here while I sort this out.”
You shake your head, “Please….” your eyebrows knitted in despair, “don’t kill them.”
Steve tilts his head at your request, “Oh my sweet prince, I must set an example,” he says, and you repeat the words, tears at the corner of your eyes. “Oh no, dear heart, no more tears; I dislike it when you weep.”
He wipes away your tears, “Very well, let us compromise, hmm,” he smiles, “you may take half that may live, and the rest may die. Now, now darling, it’s far fairer than what I’d intended,” he cuts you off before you can argue. His smile is strained, and his gaze is stern; you feel the implication of his grip on you and nod; once you’ve picked your half, Steve shoos you and them away from the veranda. The doors close, and you shiver at the screams that emerge after the doors close.
“I told you,” Bucky voiced, “He is no longer your Steve.”
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End Note:
Again, soft dark Steve Rogers as a vampire is not a want, it's a need. Stay Hydrated.
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natashanonnie · 2 years
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Burn with me ...
Pairing: Mob boss Steve rogers x female reader
A/n : I am on my shark week and my hormones are driving me crazy so here I present you some juicy, hot and slow burning fic.😌🤤🤤. You must believe me when I say this man aka Steve Rogers owns me.😳. I might *cough cough * extend it.
Warning: angst feeling but not much . A little violence (not towards reader.) SOFT DARKISH .
Please proceed on your own .
By pressing keep reading you agree you are 18+. MINORS DNI.
Summary: You can leave him .you can.you can. Can you?
Leave some feedback for my hoe brain !!!!!😚😚😚😚😚
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Moodboard by one and only your noisy mod 💋.
(Pics used in the moodboard are just for reference not for the reader. I have tried to make reader insert as enjoyable as possible! 🥰)
"Anger is more useful, wrath is more powerful," the words dripping with forbidden power each like a punch to your gut, “Rage is more devastating. And sweetheart, if I shall burn in the fire; I will take you down with me." He finished holding your stare. You registered the sting in your palm a little while later when it collided with his cheek. 
The shock startled you as much as it startled him , not that you couldn’t slap him but you didn’t think you will find yourself in this situation. Turning his head to look at you he chuckled darkly ."I can't believe you ! Steve ! How could you do this to me?" your words sinking in the walls of his dark office.This is just an illusion . "Sweetheart, I can't do this to you , I am doing this for you." Steve stated , his voice soft but not comforting . "No!  You are not doing this for me .Y-you are doing this for you" your voice breaking at the end of the sentence.
Before you had to look at his face , he caged you against the wall . Looking down in your eyes he rested his forehead against yours "am I? " he murmured .
"maybe I am . I am very selfish " he said kissing your forehead as the tears started to fell free from your eyes. This Steve was not the Steve you knew. No he wasn't. The soft caress of his thumb against your cheek prompted you to open your eyes. "S-stev-" you started but he stopped you putting his thumb on your lower lip.
"Shh , shhh sweetheart " he whispered. "Look at me" he said again but you shook your head letting the tears fall."he lifted up your chin blowing on your eyes softly. The cool breath made your skin burn more. "Sweetheart " he said sternly . His voice just above a whisper made your skin tingle.
You looked up at him, sobbing softly. "You want to go?" He asked . It was eerily silence. Just your breathing tangling together. If you focused a little more you could feel your blood running through your veins . You nodded .
" Words sweetheart " he said. "Yes . I want to go " you answered. He exhaled softly. He caresseed your cheek softly. "Where?" He murmured softly ,close to your ear. You could feel his breath. His nose touched your skin, the motion making you to lose the tract of your breath."I don't know but anywhere, anywhere you can't find me" you said finally. It was silence, for a long minute then came his voice "okay ." He replied.
"Okay? "You asked again ." You can go . anywhere .you. want . Anywhere. " he said releasing his hold on you. He took two steps backward "go." he stated.
Your didn't needed to be told twice because your feet were taking you where exactly you wanted. The soft clicking of your sandels was the only voice breaking the thick silence.
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The Reckoning
Steve Rogers/Tony Stark’s Daughter OC
A Dark AU Fic
Chapter 5
Author's Note
This chapter contains explicit sexual content including dirty thoughts, dirty talk, fingering, touching, PIV sex, unprotected sex, etc. as well as other mature content. Here's your warning. This story is only going to get more mature. I highly suggest minors DNI. The italic lyric sections are from the song posted at the beginning of the chapter. You can also get the song info from the playlist. - Leia
Come cover me with you
For the thrill
till you will take me in
Come comfort me in you
Young love must
Live twice only for us
Alexa awoke feeling herself cocooned in the warmth of a pair strong arms. She was still laying on a very muscular chest. She looked up to see Steve's blue eyes looking back at her. She felt a little sore from the sex and knew it was normal. However, the rest of what she was feeling was still like a blissful high. She smiled as she snuggled into him. Steve was bringing her nothing but pure happiness. He was giving her hope for so many things she use to not have any for at all, like the existence of real love. She felt him kiss her forehead and her smile grew bigger. She'd never felt so happy in her life.
"Good morning, sweetheart," he said softly.
"Good morning," she responded with a smile.
"Did you sleep well?"
"Best sleep ever. You?"
"I can definitely say the same."
He leaned down and kissed her. The kiss was lingering and passionate as used his arms to pull her completely on top of him. Their lips stayed locked together as the kiss deepened. She wanted more. She was naked and ready to be touched. This was worse than a craving. It was a need. She reached a hand down and began to gently strike the shaft of his semi-erect member causing him to half growl as he broke the kiss.
"Do you have any idea what you're doing to me right now?" Steve asked her.
"I do," She answered with a smirk. "I need you, Steve."
"Fuck, Alexa!"
She released his now hard cock as she placed her hands in his shoulders. He used one of his hands to first check to see if she was wet enough to take him. He had barely touched her and she was already drenched. It was going to take every ounce of control he had to not fuck her into oblivion. He had his other hand on her hip while he moved the one to guide his cock into her dripping heat. She let out a pleasure filled cry from her lips as she spread her legs out further to completely straddle him before shifting her body so that she was just slightly upright. She moaned again, this time it was a little more breathy as he now had a hand on each of her hips. He barely had to move to be fully sheathed inside of her tight, slick pussy and it felt like heaven on earth to him. The way she cried out when he thrust into her drove him crazy. She had told him that she needed him. Why did he have a feeling he'd made Alexa into an insatiable little succubus?
"Steve..." she half whispered as she rocked her hips against him. "God don't stop!"
He thrust himself up into her, "Oh, Alexa, you have surprised me."
"Fuck! Your cock is like a drug."
"You're my drug, sweetheart."
"Please don't stop!"
"Your wish is my command, baby."
He continued to thrust upwards into her as she kept grinding her hips against his with each thrust. He had both hands gripping her hips firmly. She was crying out loudly, making it known just how good he was making her feel, right before she leaned down and kissing him. The kiss was needy, hungry, and one that drove him further into his current desire for her. What was she doing to him?
"Are you wanting me to fuck you, Alexa?" He questioned as she placed her hands on his shoulders.
"Yes I am, Steve," She purred into his ear. "I want you to fuck me all day long."
"Then we are barely going to leave this bed today."
"Good because I'm addicted to this and you."
"Oh, sweetheart, you have no idea how hooked I am to everything about you."
"Fuck, Steve! Oh god please don't stop because you're making me feel so fucking good!"
He caressed her face with one of his hands as he had not stopped his hard thrusting into her, "I don't plan on it. Fuck! Alexa, do you know how good you make me feel?"
Alexa cried out, a scream of pleasure as she kept grinding her hips against him. Her desire for him was near animalistic, just as his was for her. They couldn't stop. Between kisses the two of them for moaning and breathing heavily as their movements didn't cease. Steve's needed for her body was just as great and desperate as hers for him. They weren't going to be able to stay away from each other at all, not ever. The touch, the contact, the sex, all of it was now like a requirement for survival for them both.
Natasha walked into Sam's room and turned on the light without warning. She'd already sent Bucky to the kitchen for coffee and the remainder of the beignets after they discovered Steve wasn't home. She was certain she knew where he was but needed Sam to give her that confirmation, since he was the only one that could. Clint was already in the study working like nothing was going on, which was all too typical of him. This was why he ran things when Steve wasn't available. He was the responsible one. What was she doing? Her usual chore is babysitting Sam and her husband since they both refuse to completely grow up. She found it irritating but clearly must have accepted it since she did marry Bucky.
"Wake up and get your ass out of bed, Sam!" She half shouted. "Be in the study in fifteen minutes. I told Bucky to bring coffee and the rest of the beignets."
"Damn, woman!" Sam exclaimed in response. "Can't I sleep?"
"Not when Steve mysteriously disappears."
"Oh hell! He went to her place after he had me take her home. That dumbass!"
She put her face into her hands. She knew it! She knew him too well. This means he also slept with her. He never listens!
"We all told him not to think with his dick," She muttered.
"He doesn't listen," Sam remarked in response.
"I know that!"
"Leave my room, Natasha, so I can get dressed."
"Barton's here so hurry up if you want food."
"Shit!"
Natasha left Sam's room laughing and made her way back to the study where she found Clint sitting behind Steve's desk doing paperwork and Bucky sitting in his usual spot in the sofa eating a beignet. Bucky handed her a mug with coffee in it, fixed just the way she liked. She took the mug from her husband, flashes him a smile, and took a sip of the hot liquid. Clint finally looked up from his task and the look on his face was one of irritation. Natasha wasn't sure if it was the paperwork or something else.
"Is he getting his ass up?" Bucky asked about Sam.
"He'll be in here shortly," Nat answered. "What's wrong, Clint? The look on your face says a lot. Is it Steve, Sam, or something else?"
"A combination of I'm being honest," Clint responded. "Do you know where Steve is?"
"We had a feeling when we found him gone this morning," Bucky replied. "Just don't know for sure."
"Sam pretty much confirmed it," Nat added. "He's certain Steve went to her place after he had him take her home, and in all honesty, it makes sense."
"That stupid punk."
Bucky laughed as he shook his head. He wasn't sure if he should be disappointed or proud. Natasha took her seat next to him as they both observed a very confused Clint. It was then they realized he didn't have a lot of details about Alexa yet or Steve's date with her, if any at all.
"Wait a minute. Who is she?" Clint inquired.
"Oh, right!" Bucky realized as he and Nat laughed slightly. "We need to fill you in. Steve met Alexandra Stark earlier this week and they flirted. Then, last night he had her here for a dinner date."
"Did you just say Alexandra Stark?"
"Yes he did," Nat smirked. "She goes by Alexa and is really quite something."
"He went to her place? He's with her?"
"Oh he has to be," Sam said as he walked into the room and sat down in his usual seat. "They'd obviously been messing around when he came to get me to take her home."
"Oh I need details!" Nat practically commanded in an almost eager tone.
"Of course you do, Natasha."
"Steve won't give me any!"
"She's right, Wilson," Bucky stated. "Now talk."
"Steve was only wearing his pants," Sam began to divulge. "Alexa no longer had in lipstick though it was on his lips and her hair was unpinned."
"That's the look of we didn't have sex, but we definitely did more than make out," Clint proclaimed as they were all trying not to laugh.
"Well he was gone when I got back."
"Oh yeah he went there. Stark is so going to flip out when he discovers Steve is fucking his daughter."
"She's not a fan of her Dad, Clint," Nat revealed. "As stupid as this may have been on Steve's part, I've seen the way they look at each other."
"This could still start a war despite what she wants. Tony Stark is a ruthless man with no principles."
"And if Steve has feelings for her then we go to war."
"I've always told him that I'm with him until the end of the line," Bucky affirmed. "This is no different."
"She's obviously feeling the same for him. I'm behind this," Sam chimed in. "Especially if she's got no true loyalty to her dad."
"Then I look forward to meeting her," Clint commented. "It sounds like he may have found the best thing for him."
"I couldn't agree more," Nat concurred as she began to serve the beignets. "What else is going on, Clint?"
Before Clint could answer, the phone on the desk started to ring. He looked at the ID to see it was a Los Angeles phone number. That means one thing and one thing only, that it was speaking of the devil himself, Tony Stark. He groaned loudly and motioned for Natasha to come over there as the phone continues to ring. She quickly walked over behind the desk and stood next to Clint by the phone, with one arm on his shoulder. She took one look at the number on the ID and rolled her eyes.
"Answer it on speaker," she directed. "Let's see what this asshole wants."
Clint pressed the button for the speaker phone and spoke, "Rogers, Inc., this is Barton."
"Hello, Barton," came the voice of Tony Stark, one they were all too familiar with. "Is your boss available?"
"Steve happens to be unavailable right now, Stark. How can I help you?"
"Can you ask him to give me a call?"
"What do you want, Stark?" Natasha asked in an almost forceful tone. "Is it so important that you must talk to Steve?"
"Oh, Natasha, my favorite Russian beauty. I never thought you'd speak."
"Cut the crap and answer me."
"And stop trying to flirt with my wife!" Bucky exclaimed, making sure his tone came off as a threat.
"Nice to hear your voice, Barnes," Tony remarked sarcastically. "My daughter, Alexandra, moved to Manhattan a week ago..."
"Good for her to get away from you," Natasha interrupted, causing both Sam and Bucky to have to stifle laughter.
"She's there for school, despite it not being to study what I had preferred for her and no other reason."
"And you want to speak to Steve because?" Clint inquired.
"To make sure Rogers stays away from her."
Natasha started laughing, "You need to get a grip on your control issues, Stark, and besides Steve's got a girl."
"Well, in that case, I wish him luck and all that good stuff."
The phone suddenly disconnected and the room filled with their laughter. They'd gotten Tony Stark to wish Steve well in his relationship that was with his own daughter. Natasha was notoriously good at pulling plays like this but they all had to admit that this was her best one yet. When the truth about Steve and Alexa did come out, things were going to get interesting for all of them.
Alexa and Steve had barely left her bed all day. They'd order take out to be delivered, enjoying the food break between rounds of sex and power naps. They truly couldn't keep their hands off of each other. They had, also, spent time talking and getting to know each other more. Alexa laid in Steve's arms and felt happier than she'd ever felt in her life. It wasn't just the way he touched her. It was the way he listened to her. It was the way he looked at her as they talked. She could tell he was truly listening to every word she spoken this was something Alexa wasn't used to, having someone who truly care about her thoughts and feelings. She spent much of her life alone and when her Dad was around, it was never because he cared for her. No, her Dad just cares about controlling her and Pepper was basically his minion. Rhodey was basically her rock growing up and she met Wanda at school. These feelings she had now, as she lay curled up in Steve's arms, were something brand new to her but all she wanted to do was explore them more. She kisses him softly as he felt herself getting lost in his kid eyes again. It was something more than happy, more than safe she felt felt as his arms wrapped tightly around her. Alexa just wasn't sure if she was ready to name this feeling yet.
Steve stopped counting after round three. They truly were addicted to each other almost instantly. It wasn't just something about her physically that drew him to Alexa. She has a beautiful soul. Her heart and mind amazed him. As they talked and she revealed things about her past, it only made him hold her closer. Damn Tony Stark for all of the pain he had caused her. She'd been neglected instead of loved. Steve vowed then that he would make sure that Alexa never felt like that again. She deserved to feel loved because that's what she was worthy of, being loved. He'd never felt like this, felt so deeply for anyone until she came into his life. Steve wasn't sure what this was but he wanted to delve further into this relationship. He wanted to never let her go as he sweetly kissed her lips again. He was now determined to do more than make her happy. He wanted to help her heal her scars and see her never hurt again. Was he falling in love with her already? If he was, then he knew he was truly doing it for the first time in his life.
"Sweetheart, what do you think of getting a shower and going to my place?" He inquired.
"I like that idea," She answered. "Do you want me to stay the night?"
"Do you want to?"
"I'm a little spoiled to this already."
"I think I'm going to enjoy spoiling you even more, Alexa."
"Oh, Steve! Don't threaten a girl with a good time."
They both began to laugh with their happiness evident in their eyes and faces. Whatever was happening between them was completely real.
"You can bring some things to leave there so always have something there," he said softly.
"You're saying that like I'll be there a lot," she quickly replied.
"Well, I'd be shocked if you're not."
"I get this feeling that if I'm not there that you'll be here. In that case, you can leave some things here so you're not resorting to wandering around naked."
"I thought you didn't mind."
"I don't, Steve. I just have a best friend with a tendency to show up unannounced and I much prefer it if Wanda never sees you naked."
"Ok. I get your point. I wouldn't want Sam or Bucky to see you naked either."
"Bucky would send his wife into the room first to make sure I'm decent."
Steve laughed at how quickly Alexa had figured out Bucky and Natasha. It could become obvious very quickly that nothing and no one scared Bucky more than his wife.
"You caught into that quickly," he noted still laughing.
"She also has a reputation," Alexa giggled. "My Uncle Rhodey thoroughly enjoyed telling me about her rejecting my Dad."
"We all wish we had that on video because it was amazing to witness."
"I do really like her."
"She's a great person and friend."
"Steve, I love the idea about keeping things at your place."
"I'll keep some here too."
"And, I'd love to go back to your place."
"So, shower?"
"Are you going to teach me what shower sex is like?"
"Sweetheart, I'll teach you about anything that relates to pleasure and your body that you want to learn.”
"Then teach me, Steve. I'm your willing student."
"Oh, Alexa, if you only knew what all you do to me."
For me
For you
Time devours passion's beauty
With me
With you
In war for the love of you
Tonight any dream will do
Author's Note
I'm so sorry this took so long! Chapter 6 is written just have to get it snapped. Tony has appeared via phone. What's in store next? Stay tuned! - Leia
Read more by visiting my main Masterlist or the Steve Rogers Masterlist
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silkholland · 2 years
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There was a story I really loved and I went through ALL of my likes and i can’t find it anywhere so if anyone knows what I’m about to describe please let me know.
It’s a Steve Rogers x Reader story where he basically kidnaps her and makes her his maid. He’s in a gang i believe and Peter is in it but he’s super kind to her and they become friends. Steve starts to develop feelings for her but tries to deny them because he doesn’t think he’s good enough for her. Then Rumlow who is in a rival gang attacks her. After awhile he finally gives in to his feelings for her.
It was beautifully written and I think it was a long one shot. Someone please help.
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sgrwrites · 1 year
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Dedication
Pairing: Soft!dark!Steve Rogers x Reader
Warnings: cheating, murder, suicide, resurrection, mute!reader, soft!dark!Steve, unrequited love, jealousy, yandere, protective!Steve, obsession, possessive behaviour, references to other fics 
Words: 5165
Summary: Steve had been with her, always had been. He only wanted her to be happy. Not even death could take her from him.
Inspired by Snow White but Snow White is not the main character :0
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The first thing she saw when she opened her eyes was the sight of him with a bright smile on his face, he looked like he was going to burst into tears of joy, emotion seemed to flood him. She didn’t know why, supposed if she knew, she wouldn’t be able to comprehend. Her mind was foggy, she had no idea of time, she didn’t know where she was and why he was here with her, she was unable to know who she was, or what she was. He had blonde hair and a set of blue eyes. He was a dead ringer for someone who she felt like she had known but couldn’t quite recall. Everything was hazy. Her body felt like it was on the verge of crumbling away, she was weary in body and mind.
She found out she wasn’t capable of communicating, but she could understand what he said. He said he was never going to let anyone hurt her again, she didn’t know what he meant by that. 
“... When the princess ate the apple, she grew longing for the fairy prince. One day, he came to visit her again and took her to the Otherworld where they lived happily ever after.”
He read stories for her before bedtime, saying they were her favourite when she was little and she would fall asleep halfway through them. The odd was, she didn’t quite recall, she also didn’t feel sleepy at all after he finished a story. Her eyes kept wide open, emotionless, and looking at him while her mind was blank. He asked why she hadn’t slept yet with concern in his bright blue eyes, but gave up right after he remembered something, she supposed. The day after, he changed her bedtime, she didn’t sleep when the chamber went dark anymore, he let her sleep when sunlight entered the chamber through the glass windows. This time, she found herself being able to sleep, if sleep felt like the time before the quietness was disturbed by him and she cracked her eyes open for the first time. 
Her bed was filled with red roses, with her lying in the middle of them, their fragrance was pleasant and mouthwatering. They were red, but sometimes she saw some white spots on them. Their colour smeared the white bedsheet, leaving dark red stains on it. Usually, she would pluck the petals off and shoved them into her mouth, sating her appetite right on her bed. She felt convalescing with each mouthful she swallowed. He never complained about that, he was content, even. Watching her devour the flowers with a gentle smile on his face, as if he put the roses there for her to eat.
He served her an apple a day, placing it on a silver plate, coating it with a scrumptious red sauce. She never got sick of eating it - the fruit that was even more splendid than the roses. The apples recuperated her health, she was recovering, even though she didn’t remember getting sick or sort of.
He had been kind to her, showering her with affection. He was persistent with her supposed recovery, patiently helping her get back on her feet. He praised her with the most beautiful and gracious words that he could think of once she eventually took her first wobbly steps. She might be able to walk before, she thought, but what had happened that made her need to learn it again? What happened? He didn’t tell her, she couldn’t ask, she still couldn’t talk.
He tried to spend as much time as he could with her and retaught her everything. His face lit up every time she responded to his words, a shake or nod of her head brought a smile to his lips, he would get her a book or a comb across the room if she pointed her finger at it. He ran a bath and prepared clothes for her by himself. He also took responsibility for washing her body. He blushingly explained that she was to be bathed by a maid but no one else should enter the house, given their circumstance. What circumstance were they in? She had no idea, and she didn’t care much about being bathed by the man either, he was the only one here with her ever since her wake, anyway.
Her steps became gradually steady and she eventually walked well. Occasionally, when she was bored of pacing around the chamber, she would leave it and venture around the house. He never complained about that, he was happy to see her lively, even. Yet it seemed like he didn’t want her to go outside of the house. She didn’t know why. It was for her safety, he explained as he saw her questioning gaze.
She learnt to express her emotions, mostly she just imitated him, copying the way the corners of his lips curved upwards, the way his eyebrows raised, or the way his eyes squinted slightly.
She began to notice the difference between her and his food. Hers was just an apple whereas he had various meals per day. She never saw him eating any apples, and she once tried his food, which he claimed was her favourite when she was younger, it wasn’t to her liking now. She wondered if he was having a laugh.
One night, she found him descending the cellar as she sauntered around the house in the dark. Curious, she followed him down there, where her nose detected the familiar delicious smell of apples. There was another door at the end of the stairs that was left ajar, he was doing something in the cellar, she could hear the sound of something being chopped off and the plink of water droplets dripping down. The aroma was strong here. Unable to resist the temptation, she pushed the door, revealing his silhouette moving around the place. The creak of the door caught his attention, he turned to her direction, despite the dim light lit by a few candles, her eyes could clearly see his expression getting softened the moment he saw her. He halted his work and strode up to her, blocking her view to the cellar with his board body.
“Do you need something? You should be in your room and resting right now,” his voice was soft and gentle as he asked. 
She shook her head. She just trailed behind him out of boredom. Her eyes left his face, she stood on tiptoe, trying to look around the cellar with curiosity, she had explored every room in the house except this place which was always securely locked, but his fingers were on her chin and directed her face back to him in a flash, she only managed to catch a glimpse of a bunch of white roses placed next to a barrel filled with red liquid, and some shadows.
“Please go back to your room, down here has many foul rottens, you shouldn’t be here,” he said, “I’m just disposing of some weeds and making the best use of them. I’ll be back and read you some stories, doesn’t that sound appealing?”
She noticed the wetness of his fingers on her skin, they smelled good, like the sauce coating the apples. They captured her interest, she yearned to lick his finger so bad. Her tongue darted out, downwards. Knowing what she wanted, he brushed his thumb across her tongue. His body trembled lightly with excitement and his eyes got keen as she gave him some kitten licks. Eventually, she went back upstairs and waited for him in her chamber.
She had a feeling that he was hiding something from her, something important. There was something not quite right. And she had turned a blind eye to it for so long. The way he kept her in the house, her unusual food and slumbertime compared to his, the faded roses… And tonight, the locked cellar and its contents just added to the list.
He did go back to her chamber after one or two hours with three fresh red roses. He selected a book, settled down on his usual seat next to her bed, and read her some stories as per his promise. Once he finished the last story, the roses were petalless, her lips were now as red as the roses, and the sun was rising, it was her bedtime.
The day after, when he was out in the afternoon, she went to the entrance to the cellar, she was determined to discover his secret. It was locked. She frustratingly gripped the iron lock with all her might, to her surprise, it fell apart and made a heavy thud as it hit the floor. She stared at the broken lock, amazed by the unbeknown strength she possessed, but soon she shoved the thought aside and descended the cellar. Behind the other closed door, instead of the white roses, she saw a bunch of red ones next to the barrel. She approached the barrel and opened the lid, it was filled with crimson liquid, the familiar fragrance of her food emitted from it, no doubt. The cellar was also crammed with bodies. Corpses. Mutilated. Some were on the ground, some were hung upside down above many barrels. Each one had a hole in its right chest.
She didn’t know much about moral standards, she was clueless of life itself. But she knew the scene before her eyes wasn’t a common thing to be in a house. She didn’t find any answer for her question here. And before she knew it, her feet had led her to his room, searching for something that could explain this all. She found an old thick notebook on his desk. At the spine of the notebook carved the name ‘Steven Grant Rogers’. It was his name, he had made her write his and her names down on some pieces of papers when he retaught her to write. She opened the diary and began to read the first page.
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May 23
Today was the first day I began to work at the house. Master gave me a place in the arctic in his house. 
My job is to serve young lady as both her servant and guard.  
She is four years younger than me. 
I was told by madam to only talk to her if needed, and once I did, I had to use the most beautiful and gracious language that I could. 
The miss is lovely, she seems like a care-free lady. She is amicable, saying I don’t need to be so formal. Apparently, she loves to talk, she loves to talk to me. 
She even gifted me this big notebook when she learnt that I liked to write and draw. It is my treasure now.
My days start at early dawn. 
The first thing I have to do is to go to the kitchen and bring the food that is prepared for young miss to her chamber, where I light the fire to warm the room and then wake her up. 
I will have my meal when the maids help change her attire. 
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This was Steve’s diary and she was the central topic of his writing. His diary was also full of drawings of her, from when she was little. Steve was her servant and he had been with her ever since they were both children. She could once… talk? She didn’t remember this. She didn’t remember anything. Why didn’t she? What happened? Would his diary let her know?
She had a hunch that it could give her the answer. So she kept reading. The next pages showed how his days went, Steve only talked about her, what she did a day and how he served her. The words conveyed his merriment every time he pleased her.
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July 12
The thunderstorm came with heavy rain today. Lightning lit the sky, thunder rumbled, and rain pattered against the windows. 
I don’t like tempest at all, because it scares the young miss. 
She asked me to read stories for her. I picked up one of the fairy tale books master bought for her. I sat down on a chair next to her bed, with a candle on the nightstand and read the story aloud. The miss loved fairy tales a lot. 
The story was about a white witch living in the forest, where she found an astray boy, she adopted him and they lived in her cottage together, the little boy later grew up to be a powerful knight and repaid her kindness. 
When I finished the story, she was already asleep. So I closed the book, extinguished the candle, and retreated to my chamber.
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July 13
It has been raining all day. 
Young miss asked me to read her bedtime stories again.
Today’s story was about a little blind girl lost in a forest and was rescued by a sorcerer. She fell in love with him but the villagers assumed he was evil and tried to separate them.
She commented it was so cruel of them, I thought so, too. She dropped off before getting to know the ending. 
I guess I will tell her tomorrow.
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July 14
I began to enjoy reading stories for her. I liked to narrate them in my diary and write down how she felt about them.
She said to me this noon that she would like me to keep reading for her. 
I was overjoyed.
I am still happy now.
But the fairy tale for today seemed a little scary. The rumbling storm only made it worse.
I regret reading it.
It was a tell of a demon born from oral stories people told on Halloween. It had a black cat that helped kidnap unlucky humans.
She didn’t sleep halfway through it, she got scared and asked me to hold her hand, pleading with me to stay with her through the night, fearing the Demon of Halloween would come and get her. I tucked her in the blanket and assured I would never let it harm her.
Seeing her finally had a peaceful sleep was everything to me.
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She kept turning the pages, another page was another affection and dedication of a servant to his lady. She was already halfway through his diary, yet there were no notes about what had happened that turned everything the way it was now. But she needed to keep reading, her instinct told her she would find something at the end of his diary.
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May 23
Today marks 10 years I’ve been serving as her servant. The miss is now a beautiful lady. She is 19 this year. She loves walking around town and then having a picnic near the Lake of Sighs.
There is a legend about the lake and I once told her that this body of water was the body of a beautiful Nymph whose love perished in war. The nature deity was grief-stricken, she mourned for him until she dissolved into water. 
Here, many heartbroken souls, whose loves weren’t fulfilled, chose burying themselves beneath the water over living without the loves of their lives. 
The miss said she couldn’t withstand such sadness either. I didn’t carry on the conversation, I didn’t feel like I wanted to, I didn’t know if she implied anything by that. Her words unsettled my heart.
If… she ever falls in love with someone, I just hope she is treated right.
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July 4
I escorted her to a party. She was more gorgeous than ever in her favourite dress.
It was there that she met a noble man and they immediately fell in love with each other. I stood at the corner of the room and kept an eye on her as it was my job. They were dancing to the music. In her eyes, I could see that she was content. 
And I was glad for her.
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July 6
The miss enjoyed a tryst with that noble man at the Lake of Sighs.
She told me she was delighted on our way back to the mansion.
I should wholeheartedly rejoice for her, because she found a man who made her happy, her happiness was everything to me.
But what is this hollow feeling in my chest? 
Why am I sad?
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July 15
They took a little walk across the street with me and his servant followed close behind.
I think his servant waffled something to me, maybe he said the miss and his master were a good match,
I’m uncertain, I just mindlessly trailed after her the whole walk.
But it was negligent of me. I shouldn’t have slacked off. What if my carelessness put her in danger?
I have to do my job, and, I have to be glad for her.
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July 20
They enjoy afternoon tea at his place.
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July 22
The miss asked me to deliver her love letter to the man.
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July 23
I received a letter from his servant. I gave it to her. 
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July 28
That servant handed a brooch over to me. He said a love token for my miss from his master.
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August 1
I was helping clean the house and decorate it with garlands for Lammas Day when the miss asked me to escort her to the church. Master must have told her to bring a loaf there.
As we walked out of the house, her lover was already waiting for her.
Her eyes lit up as she saw him.
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August 5
They went for a picnic.
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August 9
He hired an artist to paint a picture of him and my lady.
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August 11
I delivered that man’s letter to her.
I went to his mansion this afternoon and gave another letter from her to him.
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August 20
I have to prevent this feeling from consuming me.
What am I thinking? 
How could a servant like myself dream of her? Let alone having these envious feelings.
My lady is happy. That is all that matters. 
Even if I’m no longer the one who brings her joy.
Isn’t this what I wanted? For someone to love her dearly and treat her right?
I’m a mere servant, I just need to focus on my work.
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The pages were filled with his brief descriptions of what she had done with said noble man, whose face she didn’t recall, left alone the memory she had with him. She felt Steve’s distress in the short sentences. The enthusiasm was gone, he had ceased the passionate words. She couldn’t imagine how he had endured the pain of unrequited love. He had been disheartened. Yet in the end, he’d tried to appease himself that at least it was enough for him if she was happy. She turned another page, having no expectation for what might happen next, yet his angry handwriting was enough to surprise her a little. Some parts of the paper were even torn, he must have put a lot of pressure on the pen and written at a furious and fast pace.
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HE WAS UNFAITHFUL TO HER
HE HURT HER FEELINGS 
BY GOD’S NAIL
HOW DARED HIM
HE BETRAYED HER
THAT BASTARD LEFT HER FOR ANOTHER WOMAN AND BROKE HER HEART
HE HURT HER FEELINGS 
SHE CRIED
FOR GOD’S SAKE
SHE CRIED
HE MADE HER CRY
WHY DID HE DO THIS TO HER
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Uneasiness dominated her heart. She remembered none of these, it was so unsettling. Had she lost her memory? Or did Steve fabricate all of this? She didn’t feel like he did. For what reason though? He had shown her nothing but kindness and dedication. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t dig up her memory. It was like everything had been stuffed in a locked drawer that had been stored deep in a forgotten part of her mind.
The next pages were more depressing than ever. Steve didn’t bother to write the dates.
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She locked herself in her chamber for days.
I tried to console her, but my poor attempt helped little. Even master and madam couldn’t ease her grief.
She is crushed, she has languished in the darkness of her room and hardly touched the food I bought her. What should I do…?
I loathe that man. God, I despite him so much.
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I can’t sleep, I can’t sleep anymore.
Why did this happen to her?
I have stood at her door for a fortnight when the sun set. 
She weeps every single night.
My heart keeps dying every single second.
I don’t know how to help her. 
God… what should I do?
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She gets emaciated. 
I can’t stand it anymore.
I just got back from her chamber, I pleaded with her to at least eat a little and succeeded. 
She couldn’t even register my words. Without him, she was like a body without a soul. Her vacant eyes kept staring at the letters and the gifts he sent.
I want to destroy them so bad. I want to destroy him.
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- Am I so unlovable and prosaic, Steve?
She asked me that when I cleaned her face with a handkerchief soaked in warm water. I was taken aback.
How could she be unlovable and prosaic?
She sobbed before I could give her an answer, drowning herself with self-hatred, thinking that she wasn’t good and pretty enough for that man, that it must be her fault he left.
I spent today assuaging her, neglecting my chores in the process.
I let her cry on my shoulder. At least she could cry to heal.
That man is a womaniser, butter wouldn't melt in his mouth. He doesn’t deserve her. She doesn’t have to degrade her value for such a man.
I wish she knows that I am always here for her and will never leave her alone.
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Three months have passed.
She is getting back on her feet and healing, slowly but surely.
She is still very broody and sad. She still misses him. Though she doesn’t cry as much as before, hearing his name in a conversation still hurts her a lot.
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I managed to persuade her to go downtown to purchase some stuff for Twelfth Night.
She needed some fresh air. I thought this was a good idea.
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It was a mistake for me to let her wait alone at the corner of the street while I ran to buy her some fruits at the crowded stall.
In my peripheral vision, I saw THAT heartbreaker next to a woman. They stood in front of her. I couldn't hear what they said, but by judging her face. They must have added insult to her injury.
I darted to her with irritation, but they had gone at the time I reached her.
She cried. SHE CRIED. 
She kept her face to the ground, hot tears vied for falling down.
I did everything I could to distract her from what they said. I didn’t know what those vile creatures told her, but it couldn’t be good.
I took her home, and the idea of shopping was forgotten.
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She… has turned back to her grief-stricken self.
She sobbed a lot today. I was so helpless, I could only be there and hold her hand while she cried. 
Why am I so useless?
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SHE FINALLY TOLD ME WHAT THEY SAID TO HER THAT DAY
THAT PROSTITUTE OF A WOMAN RIDICULED HER, TELLING HER TO KILL HERSELF WHILE HE STOOD THERE AND LAUGHED
FOR GOD’S NAIL!
WHAT WERE WRONG WITH THEM?! 
WHY DON’T THEY LEAVE MY LADY ALONE?!
MY HANDS ARE SHAKING
WHITE RAGE COURSES THROUGH MY VEINS
PLEASE! BE THERE A CONSEQUENCE TO THEIR ACTIONS
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OH MY LORD
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It was just an exclamation, Steve didn’t narrate anything further. She wondered what had happened to him and her. The following pages were missing, he must have torn them apart. She guessed he had been angry. His handwriting was scribbled when he was mad. Now he sounded extremely wrathful. She hastily reached for the next intact page. And the lines blurred with his tears, she supposed, made her hold her breath. 
No… no, it was impossible. She was standing right here, she could read, could move, could think. How was it possible-
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February 14
They laid her casket down six feet under.
My heart was crushed. I didn’t even register the songs, hymns, and prayers they gave her.
I’m clueless. I don’t know what has just happened. 
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March 14
I have felt so lost. She is not here anymore. But I can’t accept the fact that the lady who I have been dedicating my whole life for is gone.
On that day, in the morning, I came to her chamber with the tray of food, but she wasn’t there.
I searched the whole mansion, she was nowhere in sight.
It was downpouring outside, where could she go? I thought.
Suddenly, my blood ran cold as I remembered where she’d usually go when she was sad.
I didn’t know what came to my mind on that day, it was just a hunch.
I dashed to the lake in the torrential rain. I didn’t have time to inform anyone else. The heavy raindrops hit my face hard, but my mind cared little. I prayed for my hunch and my thoughts to be wrong. But they weren’t.
I found her shoes on the lake bank, but I didn't see her. My stomach dropped.
I… she… oh my God…
She was just 20…
In the end, I managed to pull her body out of the water. We were cold. She was frigid.
I lay her down on the grass and tried my best to shield her from the rain with my body.
I cried out her name and shook her body, but she didn't respond. I hadn't realised her serene face and shut-eyes could be so dreadful.
Why has everything had to be this way…?
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I told master everything. That heartlessness of a man and his leman were what pushed her to death. I wanted justice for her. Isn’t it a criminal offence to encourage someone to kill herself? Which they just did, they even attended her funeral without showing any remorse. Their presence offended her.
I only received a sigh from the master. He shook his head and dismissed my proposal. He told me to get back to my chores. What chores?
I don’t understand. He fathered her. 
Why doesn’t he demand justice for her?
Because that bastard of a human is a noble?
Is everyone going to move on and forget about her?
And they want me to do the same? No! I’m not good with that!
I’m going to quit my job. There is no point staying here.
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September 16
I made a deal with the wicked queen. 
My hope landed on her after months of seeking help.
She is the most infamous necromancer in the whole kingdom, only she can help me.
She told me she would give me a place and help bring my lady back, in return, I had to lead her stepdaughter into the forest and kill her.
The queen is vain, she envies the princess’s beauty.
But I don’t care. Even if this is wrong. If committing sins is the only way, I won’t hesitate, I want her back.
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October 2
GOD! I KILLED THE PRINCESS! I KILLED A PERSON! I LED AN INNOCENT SOUL TO THE FOREST AND KILLED HER
I RIPPED HER HEART OUT OFF HER CHEST AND GAVE IT TO THE QUEEN
MY HANDS WERE SOAKED WITH BLOOD
THE GUILT WOULDN’T GO AWAY NO MATTER HOW MUCH I WASHED MY HANDS
OH GOD…
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October 6
I need to suppress the guilt. I did what I had to do. I’m doing this for her.
I alone will pay the praise, I want her back, please just let me see her again… I don’t care if I have become a devil’s spawn.
I have important tasks to do. I don’t have time to repent.
If her fate is to die a tragic death, I’ll be against it, against everything, even my morality.
This world wronged us first.
I’ll build her a little world built with affection. All roses and apples will be hers, the weeds around are to nourish her and rot away.
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October 18
I have dirtied my hands even more, as the queen wishes.
Everything I have done is for her.
No…
It is just for my egocentric self. I want to be with my lady again, I want us to go back to the life we once had, even though we aren’t those innocent children anymore.
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October 29
I’ve stalked that goddamn monster who broke her heart. 
He is still with the prostitute who insulted my lady.
Today is the day.
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October 30
I. KILLED. THEM.
YESTERDAY.
IN. A. DARK. ALLEY.
I worked them over until they were nothing but a huge pile of carcass meat and blood and bones. That was for her. They deserved it. I didn’t even feel guilty anymore. I took great pleasure in this work. 
I will nurture my lady with their hearts and blood.
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October 31
The queen just told me the time had come.
Today is Samhain. The day when the veil between death and life is at its thinnest. 
I’m going to bring her back.
Tonight, I’m going to dig her grave.
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She was utterly dumbfounded. It was too much for her to register. She used to have a life, one that was different from this life she was having now. The information answered her queries. But it pestered her so much since it still didn’t jog her memory.
He wrote that he’d killed more people for her, to feed her. Most of them were thorns in the queen’s side. He wrote that because of her condition, she was incapable of digesting anything but the apples. Unable to comprehend much about ethics as she was, she still got that it was wrong to murder people. Steve knew this too, he’d anguished over his conflict between his desire and righteousness so many times before he… shrugged the last one off.
Why had he sinned a great sin just to bring a deceased back to earth…? Was it worth the pain?
Perhaps she was lost in his diary and her own thoughts, so lost so she didn’t hear him coming. She got startled as his arms embraced her despite how gentle his touch was.
“You aren’t supposed to find out… you are supposed to live the fullest of your life, no distress or peril,” Steve breathed out a whisper into her ears. He didn’t sound angry at her. Yet all of the sudden, she felt so scared of him, she swallowed hard and tried not to move.
“God… did you know I was on the tiptoe of expectation when I stood aside and watched the queen do her work? I was uncertain if you could really come back to me. But you are here right now. I can’t be more grateful.”
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kinanabinks · 5 months
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dark nights
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you don't think sharing a room with your lecturers is a big deal. not until professor rogers starts going a little too far with his sleepwalking. thankfully, professor barnes is there to talk you through it.
content warning: dark!steve x f!reader x soft!dark!bucky, age gap, somnophilia, dub/noncon, naive!reader, smut, voyeurism, booby stuff, fingering, penetrative sex, rough sex, cream pie, cockwarming.
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As you lie on your side, the gentle sound of rain pattering against the window soothes you. You've never been quick to fall asleep, but the motel's lumpy mattress isn't helping. You are appreciate of Steve's warmth, though, and the fact that you don't feel uncomfortable to be sharing a bed with him at all.
When Professor Barnes invited you on this research trip, you knew you couldn't turn the opportunity down. Two weeks with two of the greatest minds in quantum physics? You had to say yes, utterly honored that they allowed you, a mere freshman barely two months into her college career, to accompany them.
Bucky was happy to take the sofa bed, where he lays now. He's still awake; you can hear him typing on his phone every so often. It's only been ten minutes since you got into bed but they did tell you Steve takes only minutes to fall into a deep sleep. They also warned you that he's prone to sleepwalking, which doesn't worry you - until you feel his arm wrap around you.
"Professor Rogers?" You whisper, turning your head to find his eyes closed as he softly snores.
"Everything alright?" Bucky asks you from the couch. The lamp by the TV is still on so you can clearly see him sitting up.
"Uh, yeah," You reply lowly. "All good."
Not convinced by your tone, Bucky stands up to check on you, his brows furrowing. "Steve sleepwalks, as we mentioned, pay it no mind," He assures you. "Try and get some sleep, flower. Big day tomorrow."
You take his advice, shutting your eyes and trying your best to relax - but then you feel Steve's hand cup your breast. You suck in a gasp, your eyes flying wide open.
"Professor Barnes," You call out to Bucky, who's still standing by the couch.
"What's wrong?" He asks you, taking a step closer.
"He.... he's touching my... chest," You manage to spurt out, cringing inwardly.
Bucky tuts, slowly walking over to you. "I'm sorry about him, but you must stay calm," He tells you firmly. "You can't wake up a sleepwalker."
Steve's fingers start rubbing and pulling at your nipple, making you freeze up. "He... Professor Barnes, please stop him!" You beg him desperately.
"Shh," Bucky whispers soothingly, coming closer to where you lay. His glasses rest lowly on his nose, the pipe in his mouth letting out smoke. "Be brave, flower. It can be incredibly dangerous to wake someone while they're sleepwalking."
"I - this isn't sleepwalking," You whisper, holding back your whimpers while Steve paws at your tits.
"Ah, but it is," Bucky retorts. "Sleepwalkers don't only get up and trot around in the night. I've heard some cases where they cook and eat an entire meal while asleep, and one man even drove all the way to work. It's a dynamic ailment, flower, please be patient with him. I'm sorry, I didn't know Steve's sleepwalking could manifest in a sexual manner, but I'm sure he'll stop soon."
You bite down on your lip and hope he's right. Carefully, you try to move Steve's hands off your breasts, but he only squeezes them harder, making you squirm. Suddenly he pulls up your shirt, exposing your breasts to the cold air - and worse, to Bucky's eyes.
"Professor," You shudder, bringing your hands up to cover your chest.
"Just relax," Bucky says lowly, his eyes dark. "It'll be over soon."
Steve pins your left shoulder down firmly before moving his head down. You aren't sure what he's doing until you feel his lips wrap around your nipple. A whimper leaves your mouth as he sucks on your tit, conflicting feelings coursing through you. Though you're terrified and embarrassed, you also feel pangs of pleasure shooting through you like electricity.
"Remain calm, flower," Bucky utters soothingly. "Let him continue and he'll stop on his own accord. We cannot wake him."
You're slightly frustrated at his words - surely a professor forcing his way on a student, whether consciously or not, is more important than whatever danger to Steve you would be posing by waking him up? You try to push him off you, but even in slumber, he's much too strong and heavy for you to try and fight against him.
Steve's hand suddenly pushes past the hemline of your shorts and bypasses your panties. You almost squeal as his fingers plunge into you with no warning, three digits stretching your entrance. The ease with which he's able to slide in, the juices which coat his fingers, leave you incredibly ashamed.
"Professor Barnes," You cry lowly between shaky breaths. "It - he's hurting me."
"Shh, shh, shh," Bucky hushes you as he places a comforting hand on your shoulder. "I'm sorry about this, honey, I really am, but there's nothing I can do. Try and close your eyes, think about something else."
You squeeze your eyes shut but no pleasant thoughts can distract you from Steve fucking you with his fingers. He curls and scissors them inside you, making your stomach flip. The sound of his fingers sloshing in and out of your wet cunt fill the room, and you're utterly humiliated.
Small whines and moans rush past your lips uncontrollably as Steve fingers you faster, his mouth still latched onto your hard nipple. You wince, trying not to let the pleasure take over, determined to remain professional.
"You're doing so well, flower," Bucky says as he looks your body up and down, watching as Steve violates you. "Being such a good girl, so calm."
"Please, Sir," You whimper, shaking your head. "Make him stop."
"I'm sure it won't be much longer, now," Bucky assures you, biting on his smoke pipe. "That's it, flower, stay nice and relaxed."
Your heart is beating out of your chest and it only beats harder when you feel Steve's hard cock resting against your bare thigh. Before you can move away from him, he pulls his fingers out of you and rips apart your shorts, panties and all. Your body is frozen in shock as he shoves you onto your side with a gruff grunt, and before you get the chance to realize what's about to happen and brace yourself for it, Steve pushes his entire cock into your cunt.
"Oh, my God!" You can't help but cry loudly. Hoping it's enough to wake him, you feel a sense of relief as he stops moving. There are a few moments of silence and just as you look up and meet Bucky's eyes with your tear-filled ones, Steve begins to roughly fuck you.
His hips snap against yours over and over as he mercilessly probes you with his thick cock. You could swear it feels like you're being torn apart, every inch of your skin on fire as you tightly grip onto the sheets.
"Just stay calm," Bucky says casually as he strokes your hair, watching Steve fuck you like an animal. "That's a good girl, just take it."
"Please," You whimper, crying with every hard thrust he serves you. It makes you feel even worse when the pain begins to make room for pleasure, as though you're just as animalistic and depraved as Steve's unconscious alter ego.
The springs in the mattress squeak beneath you as Steve fucks you harder and the headboard repeatedly smacks against the wall with a heavy thump. He lets out low grunts and growls into your ear, his hands keeping you pinned to the bed. A part of you doesn't believe that he's genuinely sleepwalking when you see the look in his eyes - but you remember what Bucky said. Some people can cook meals and drive cars while sleepwalking - it is so crazy to think someone could have sex while sleepwalking?
Still, though, you refuse to let Bucky know that a part of you is finding the sordid encounter enjoyable. While pleasure envelopes you and cascades down your spine, you keep on a strong face in hopes that it'll convince Bucky you can remain professional even in the most difficult and absurd situations.
"That's it, flower, you're being so good," Bucky mumbles, gently stroking your cheek. "It's almost over, I promise. Just a little longer. You're taking this all so well, being so good for us. We knew you would be."
His words confuse you for a second - did they know this was going to happen? But you shake away those thoughts. There's no way they would have let you come if they knew this was possible, you must have misunderstood him.
Steve's thrusts become quicker and harder as he fucks you into the mattress. Your legs shake and you can't believe how close you are to climaxing. You try to hold it back, refusing to orgasm in front of your professors, but when Steve suddenly begins rubbing harsh circles onto your clit while pulling and twisting your nipple, you know you have no control. With a loud cry, you cum onto his cock, your cunt squeezing around his pulsating shaft.
"That's it, good girl," Bucky mumbles, stroking your slacked jaw as your eyes roll back and your body trembles and shakes.
Steve thrusts a few more times before he cums with a grunt, filling you with his seed. You gasp at the feeling, his warm cum coating your insides, his twitching cock beating against your walls.
"You did so well," Bucky says, his own cock hard and leaking precum, threatening to burst through his pants. "You've been such a good girl tonight."
All you can let out is a weak whimper.
Bucky gives you a soft smile. "Now, get some sleep," He tells you firmly before making his way to the bathroom.
You breathe heavily, trying to process the events of the night, equally as ashamed as you are exhausted. A few moments pass and you wait for Steve to pull out and return to his side of the bed, but he remains where he is with his cock inside you, heavy arm around your body, soft snores leaving his mouth.
You try to push him off you but he only grips you tighter and even thrusts his softening cock in and out of you a few times, scaring you into remaining perfectly still for the rest of the night.
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Your Mark On Me Masterlist
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When you need something to help you stay alert study, you found a whole lot more than you were looking for. Tatted and massive. He was what your dreams were made of, but is he a nightmare? He claimed you, and now he intends on keeping you. No matter what the cost.
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Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16
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A/N: this story is going to have themes of drug dealing and taking drugs, there will be manipulation, stalking, degradation, and so much more. This is a dark Steve that wants possession of reader. Read ALL warnings before each chapter. You are responsible for the content you consume. Minors DNI
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Does mafia Steve from Nesting like his wife's pregnant belly?
Like? Steve loves it! He's obsessed with it. He puts his hand on her belly whenever he can 😊
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mafia!Steve Rogers x female reader
warnings for the part below: pregnancy; breeding kink; pregnant belly appreciation; fluff; a bit of smut; soft!dark Steve Rogers; mafia!Steve Rogers;
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"Magnifica." Steve murmurs in awe, his warm breath brushing your cheek as he leans his chin on your shoulder to watch his hand roam over your pregnant belly.
You're sprawled in bed, Steve leaning against the headboard and you sitting between his legs, your back resting against his chest. You've been watching a baking show on the ridiculously huge tv screen while Steve fed you bites of fruit and some chocolates.
That's until his focus switched to your belly.
He traces both hands over the flimsy fabric of the pink babydoll you're wearing, resting his palms over the swell of you, chasing little flutters beneath your skin.
He doesn't do it only in bed, though it's mostly where he gets enough time to fully immerse in his fascination with your pregnant body. But Steve touches you whenever he can - keeping an arm around you and a hand spread possessively over your big belly when you're out; lifting your shirt up and peppering your belly with kisses when you're lounging at home. Any given opportunity, really.
Occasionally his focus would switch to your tits, which filled out more and become the core of your latest torment - they're ridiculously sensitive, getting you shaking in arousal with a mere touch.
"You should always look like that." Steve states, his big palm spread over the center of your belly.
"Like a huge whale?" You snort, trying to focus on the cakes that are being currently made on the tv and not on the way Steve's touch makes your sensitive skin tingle.
"Whales can't compare." Steve chuckles, sliding one of his hands a little upwards. "They're not as hot and glowing as you."
He cups your breast - your nipple instantly stiffening under his touch - and you let out a tiny gasp.
"It's only sweat and anti-stretch marks oil." You huff; lately you were becoming more self-conscious and self-depreciating.
"The oil maybe makes your skin softer," Steve pulls down the strap of your nightie and squeezes your exposed breast. Jolt of arousal zaps straight to your clit. "But it's the pregnancy that makes you so sensitive and extra responsive."
"It's my seed growing in your belly that causes it." His voice drops into that low, deep timbre which makes your pussy pulse in anticipation.
Steve starts pulling the fabric of your babydoll upwards, his hand quickly sneaks beneath it to relish in the skin-on-skin contact.
"You are amazing." Steve turns his head to kiss your cheek. "Your body is amazing. It's creating life."
He starts mouthing kisses along your jaw and down the column of your neck.
"And it takes me so well..." he growls, scraping his teeth over your shoulder.
Suddenly, in a swift yet gentle move, Steve pushes you forward.
He has you on your hands and knees before you manage to utter a single syllable of protest.
Steve nudges your thighs wider apart. You comply instantly, your body already buzzing with need. You kind of hate how quickly you rouse nowadays. Not like Steve had much trouble making you drip in rapid time without your pregnancy hormones raging.
"Already so wet for me." Steve hums, pleased, as his fingers slide between your folds.
"Or maybe, my little wife..." he guides the leaking tip of his cock to your entrance - "You're always ready for me?"
He doesn't wait for an answer. He clasps one hand on your shoulder to keep you in place and rests the other hand on your belly as he pushes into your cunt in one, firm stroke.
"Gonna keep you like this for a long time, little bird." He groans in delight as your walls flutter around him. "For as long as your body can take it."
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