#soft dark Steve Rogers au

[marvelcriminalhoe]

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 :))

Series Masterlist

Word Count: 1,675

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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[georgiapeach30513]

Your Mark On Me Masterlist

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.

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

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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[biteofcherry]

but mafia!steve PLS 🫠🔥🫠🔥😌

Nesting

mafia!Steve Rogers x female reader

warnings: soft!dark Steve Rogers; mafia!Steve Rogers; possessive behavior; forced relationship; unplanned pregnancy; 

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With a smile on your face, you tucked the envelope inside your handbag. A precious picture you were so scared to see at first, but now it filled you with warmth and love. 

Well, your morning sickness definitely didn’t fill you with any positive feelings, but the doctor said they should lessen in a few weeks, once you start your second trimester. It was all still so new, so fragile to consider its development. But you already hoped for the best. 

You tossed into the bin the paper towels with which you wiped the ultrasound gel off your belly and put your jacket on. The nurse waiting outside smiled at you, gave you a stack of leaflets and a list of necessary appointments.

She directed you to the main reception, so you could book the next needed one. 

Just as you were writing down in your calendar the date of the next ultrasound, the lady behind the desk remembered something and said to you:

“Oh, I almost forgot! Your husband is waiting for you outside.”

You stared at her, confused. She had to mistake you for someone else, clearly.

“Husband? I don’t-”

“Yes.” She beamed. “Handsome fellow, but it seems he’s just as scared of clinics as the rest of men.” She laughed.

“You sure he’s here for me?” You asked hesitantly, an idea of who might it be already forming in your head. Terrifying you. 

“I’m sure. He gave all the information on you.” The woman’s face flashed solemn, her tone professional as she assured you of the thorough check. “I admit, even my own mom sometimes forgets what year I was born in.” 

“Thank you.” You forced out a smile, but your heart was hammering in fear.

You have no idea how he found you. Even less how he got so much detailed information about you. But then again, you shouldn’t be surprised now that you knew who he was.

Steven Grant Rogers. 

The ruthless head of the New York mafia who was more lethal than a viper already sinking its teeth in your ankle. 

And who, to you, was just a very hot man you hooked up with a month and half ago. 

You met Steve in a fancy club your friends booked a booth at - apparently it was a club so exclusive getting a booth in it was nearly impossible. Now you understood why. 

You’re not sure why you caught his attention when there were so many beautiful women in the place that night. But three flutes of Prosecco in and you were bolder than usual. You agreed to accompany him in his VIP booth while your friends went crazy on the dancefloor.

He disarmed you with his focus on you, his eyes never straying to any other woman. A charming gentleman who made you melt with the few moments of movie-like fairytale feeling. 

And when he whispered into your ear how he wants to eat you out until you pass out from pleasure, you almost spread your legs for him right there in the club.

Steve took you to his place - an elegant penthouse, in a building you later learned belonged to him. A one night stand turned into whole weekend of him fucking you senseless and spoiling you with fancy food delivered to his apartment. 

He also made you do the most depraved things; no one else has ever made you come just from fingering your ass and talking dirty to you. 

Like he promised each time he was buried in your cunt, Steve filled you to the brim. 

You leaked his cum even as you got home late on a Sunday afternoon - Steve’s driver dropping you off in front of your modest flat. 

The result of his filling woke you up a few weeks later, making you vomit your guts out each morning. With your period being unusually late there was only one explanation. 

At first, after you confirmed the pregnancy with your doctor, you planned on telling Steve. One night or not, he had a right to know. But you didn’t have his number, nor did you remember the exact address where he lived. So you googled him.

And the articles made your head spin. 

You thought it’s a misunderstanding. Just a coincidence, but then one of your friends complained to you about her boyfriend - a cop - being angry that you went to a mob-owned club. 

Further prodding revealed that The Shield club belonged to Steven Rogers himself.

You could no longer fool yourself with coincidences and similar names. In an instant you made a decision to never put your foot anywhere near the club and to hide from everyone who exactly was your baby’s co-creator. 

So as you kept it to yourself, building a lie (not so far from the truth) about it being a result of a reckless one night stand, you started to forget about the real father. Sometimes you even calmed yourself by repeating he wouldn’t want to have anything to do with it anyway. 

But there couldn’t be anyone else claiming to come for you by posing as your husband. And Steve had the influence to learn all the details about you, if he wished. 

You cast a glance at the main entrance. He was waiting for you there. To do who knows what to you. 

If he didn’t want the baby being born and you refused to get rid of it… a man like him would simply get rid of you to erase the problem.

Perhaps you didn’t stand a chance against the power of someone like Steve Rogers, but you could try saving yourself and postponing the inevitable. For a little while, at least.

Pivoting on your heel, you went in the opposite direction. You didn’t know if there’s a back exit and you feared asking anyone, but the restroom you used earlier had a window facing the park and it was only on the high ground floor, so the risk was minimal.  

You smiled at a woman who was washing her hands when you entered and pretended to lock yourself in the stall. When you heard the door closing after her, you left the stall and opened the window. 

You dropped your bag first, then sat on the windowsill and swung your legs over it. Carefully, you lowered yourself down, hands clutching onto the edge. You took a deep breath and let go, landing softly on your feet without much trouble. 

“Shouldn’t be doing that in your state, sweetheart.” 

A smooth voice startled you. 

A familiar voice.  

You could still recall the praises he moaned in your ear when you trembled beneath him. 

You turned around sharply, heart jumping to your throat as you faced him. 

Steve stood a few steps away from you, his back resting against the side of the sleek, black car parked on the sidewalk. Dark aviators shaded his blue eyes, but you knew he was watching you like a hawk, ready to react if you fled. 

You frowned, surprised to see him here, considering the receptionist told you your husband was waiting at the front. 

You looked in the direction where he was supposed to be. Steve’s chuckle drew your attention back to him.

“Fawns like you are predictable.” He said with a smirk. 

“Now, come on,” he called your name as he moved to the side, opening the car door, “get inside.”

You didn’t even stir. You simply couldn’t, frozen in place out of fear and shock. A thought of running passed through your mind, but you were never a fast runner and you predicted Steve would be more pissed if he had to chase you. 

That he would catch you was undeniable. With his long legs and stamina that drove you into almost passing out a few times.

Steve sighed when you didn’t follow his order. 

Unhurriedly, he walked over to where you trembled, plastered against the coarse, concrete siding of the building. He crouched down to pick your bag then slowly straightened. 

Fuck, you didn’t remember him being this tall and broad. 

Steve slid his aviators down to the tip of his nose, his icy blue eyes piercing through you. He traced the shell of your ear with a single digit, then trailed it along your jaw. He pinched your chin between his thumb and forefinger before saying firmly:

“Get in the fucking car, sweetheart.” 

This time you obeyed. He gave you no other choice as he guided you with his hand pressed against the small of your back. 

You slid onto the backseat, curling in the corner against the opposite door. Steve got in right behind you. The moment he closed the door on his side the locks clicked in, trapping you inside with him. 

The partition between you and the driver was pulled up, though you assumed Steve’s men were loyal to him enough not to react to a woman screaming for help. 

“How do you find this clinic?” Steve simply asked, dropping your handbag on the seat on his other side. Even if you wanted to, you wouldn’t be able to reach it without having to pass him. 

“What?” You stared up at him, confused. 

“I’ve heard it’s good, but I can get you into a top-shelf place.” While you were tense and strung up, Steve sat next to you completely relaxed. He took his sunglasses of, spread his legs wider.

You wrapped your arms protectively around your midsection, tears stung beneath your eyelids as you considered the potential meaning of his words.

“I’m keeping the baby!” you blurted out. Right that instant you knew you were ready to fight till your last breath to save your child.

Steve cocked his head to the side as he looked at you, a twisted warmth filling his eyes and making his smile even more charming.

“As you should.” He praised you. 

He reached for you, wrapping an arm around your back and pulling you to his side. With his other hand he swatted your arms away from your belly and spread his fingers over the curve that would soon start swelling.

“You’ll give me more, too.” Steve hummed, his eyes glued to where his hand laid. 

You were speechless. Initial fear of being forced to lose the baby turned into a completely new terror. 

Steve’s words didn’t cut your life short, but they built a long, gilded-cage waiting for you.   

“It’s about time I started nesting.” Steve chuckled, his hand moving to cup your chin and tilt your head back. “I don’t mind doing it with a sweet, little bird like you.” 

He pressed his lips against yours gently, almost sweetly, as if he was a tender lover doting on his beloved. Then his tongue teased the seam of your mouth. When you didn’t open right away he bit your bottom lip, making you gasp and forcing his tongue inside. 

You told yourself it was fear and adrenaline, but your nipples hardened and your pulse quickened. 

“First things first-” Steve pulled away. 

He took one of your hands and brought it to his lips, peppering kisses on each of your knuckles.

“We have to get you an engagement ring and order wedding bands as well.” 

“Steve, I don’t understand-” your heart pounded so fast it rushed blood to your head and made you dizzy. 

He intertwined your fingers and brought your clasped hands to his chest, just as he slipped his other hand to grip the back of your neck firmly.

“You’re mine.” He announced without remorse. “You became mine the moment I took you home. Now you’re going to be mine in every other way.”

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[navybrat817]

Sweet as Cherry Pie

Pairing: Soft Dark!Steve Rogers x Female Reader Summary: Steve comes home with great news, but you're not as happy as you should be. Word Count: Over 1.4k Warnings: Implied smut, noncon/dubcon elements (you have been warned), gaps in memory, gaslighting, coercion, creepy vibes, Steve Rogers (yep, he's a warning and a little mean) A/N: Steve and Cherry's Intro for my Disturbia AU! ❤️ Beta read by the lovely @whisperlullaby, but any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @firefly-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

You always enjoyed baking. It gave you something to do with your hands and the hobby was both simple and challenging. It required focus for measuring and following directions, but you also had fun with your creations. It seemed to be one of the only ways you could express yourself now, which clouded your feelings when you focused too much on it.

I will not feel sorry for myself. I have a good life. The best life.

Being the wife of Steve Rogers was a dream come true. The man was handsome, loving, a hero. The all American dream wrapped up in the perfect package. He worked hard to provide you both with a lovely home and didn't ask for much in return. Only that you follow his orders and be dutiful.

A good wife obeys her husband.

You idly wiped down the counter as you waited for the oven timer to go off, glancing at one of the photos Steve placed near the window. While he smiled from ear-to-ear, yours was a little more reserved. He loved drawing and taking photos of you, but there weren’t any photos of the two of you before you moved to The Haven. They were somehow lost in the move.

Not that I remember packing any of my stuff, but my old place doesn’t matter, does it?

The sound of Steve’s motorcycle pulling into the garage pulled you from your distracted thoughts. He normally called if he was going to come home early. The sound of the door would indicate if he was back for a good or bad reason. Either way, he’d take his mood out on your body. You had to look presentable.

A good wife lives to please her husband.

You threw your apron off and rushed to your room to put on the cherry scented perfume he liked. He enjoyed it because it was seductive and sensual, sweet and tart, good enough to eat. As if on autopilot, you applied it to the same four spots: behind your ear, at the base of your neck, your wrist, and behind your knee. You retouched your lips next, staring at the tube of lipstick once you finished. It wasn't a color you wore until you moved in with him.

Steve picked it because he knows best.

When you looked at your beautiful reflection in the mirror, the urge to smash it began to surface. A flickering flame grew within you, threatening to spread like wildfire as you dropped the lipstick into the sink. There was nothing wrong with looking pretty for your husband. You just wished the person staring back at you was one you recognized.

I’m Cherry. I’m Mrs. Steve Rogers. I’m happy.

“Sweetheart?” Steve called to you before he gently shut the door. He was in a good mood at least. “Mmm. Something smells delicious.”

You straightened your dress and brushed off any negativity that bubbled under your skin as you went to greet him. Not a single blonde hair of his was out of place as he took in the sight of you. The need to impress him took over your thoughts. “Hi. Cookies are almost done,” you said, pressing your red lips to his cheek. “I didn’t expect you to come home so soon.”

“Maybe I just wanted to see my beautiful wife,” he asked as he slipped off his shoes and guided you toward the kitchen. Any excuse to touch you, he did. “Why? Are you not happy to see me?”

“I’m always happy to see you,” you said as you grabbed an oven mitt. The timer went off a second later and his eyes didn’t leave you as you carefully took the sheet out. “I just wanted to make sure everything’s okay.”

“Everything’s great,” he said, inspecting the cookies as you set them on the stove. You knew it was a wonderful batch without tasting them. The perfect man, he expected perfection in every extension of him. Which is why you didn’t make mistakes with any of your baking or cooking. "I have the best news.”

"Oh? What is it?" you asked curiously.

"Bucky’s married!" he said, taking you by the waist to twirl you around. “Can you believe it?”

"Married?" you repeated, not as happy as your husband. The news should’ve excited you since Bucky was his best friend, but it confused you. "I didn't know he was seeing anyone."

"No? I swore I told you he had his eye on someone,” he said with a condescending chuckle. “Makes me think you don’t pay attention when I speak to you, but that can’t be it, right?”

You went rigid in his grasp when he smiled. It reminded you of a demon, the shades of red and darkness showing in his eyes and perfect row of teeth. “It must’ve slipped my mind. Silly me,” you tried to giggle.

Like so many other things.

You didn’t relax until he kissed the corner of your mouth. “Because you’re so busy taking care of me, which I appreciate,” he praised you, his smile softer. Kinder. “And it’s better most days when I do the thinking for you.”

You bit your tongue so hard you almost drew blood, wanting to say that you were more than just a pretty face. The words didn’t come though. “You know best, Steve” you said as you plastered a smile on your face, your voice somewhat hollow after his insult. “And I love taking care of you.”

If he noticed your lack of enthusiasm, he didn’t say so. “Back to the good news,” he said, swaying with you even though there was no music. “It was a quick engagement and they didn’t want to wait. I wish I could’ve been at the ceremony, but I had that mission and I don’t blame him one bit for not waiting.”

“I’m sure he would’ve loved for you to be his best man.”

“He would’ve, but I'm happy that he’s happy. When you know, you know,” he said, tapping the tip of your nose. “Like the moment I met you. I knew you were going to be my wife."

Your smile faltered a little. It was difficult some days to remember just how you two came to be Mr. and Mrs. Rogers. You knew you loved him, but the actual process of falling for him? The build up of the relationship? It was like there was a chapter missing.

The past is the past and I have everything I need in the present.

Steve looked at you expectantly as you blinked. You needed to focus. “Just like I knew you’d be my husband.”

He hummed, seemingly pleased with your response. "We're going to meet her soon. Will you do me a favor, please? Make her feel welcome?" He suggested, but it was more like a command. He sometimes liked to phrase things in ways that made it sound as if you had a say in the matter, but his word was law. “Bucky’s my best friend and I want you two to be best friends.”

"Of course. It’ll be nice to have a new friend.”

“And once she’s settled in, I know they’re going to start trying for a family,” he went on, placing his hand on your stomach. “Which means we can try, too. Our kids can grow up together, the way Bucky and I did. Doesn’t that sound wonderful?”

Steve would be the best father. He deserves a family. So does Bucky.

“So wonderful,” you whispered, afraid you’d cry if you raised your voice. You wish you knew why the thought of having children with the man you loved scared you.

“Maybe we can start practicing,” he said, his voice huskier as he gripped your hips. “A bit of dessert before dinner.”

You didn’t protest as he backed you against the counter. Your body would welcome him home the way it always did. He’d please you as you pleased him.

“And Cherry?”

“Yes, Steve?” you asked as he dipped his head to inhale your perfume.

“Make a cherry pie for me to send to Bucky’s house. I don’t think he plans on leaving anytime soon and he isn’t letting his wife leave the bed. We can’t let them go hungry now, can we?”

“No, we can’t,” you replied, closing your eyes as he pushed your dress up.

“That’s my good girl,” he whispered.

Happy husband. Happy wife. Happy life.

All good in the neighborhood, right? Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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[krirebr]

We're All Monsters AU Masterlist

The Vampire side of my and @paperweight91 's giant supernatural AU. Check out her werewolf side here!

See each story for warnings.

Psycho Killer - Ransom Drysdale x Little Rabbit

A drunken dare and chance encounter jump-starts a whole new life.

Everybody Wants to Rule the World - Steve Rogers x Sunshine

Your vacation comes to an end when a powerful and mysterious man gets his first taste.

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Heads Will Roll - Curtis Everett x Angel x Jake Jensen

Training to be a slayer becomes even more difficult when you must hit the road with two hunters for your own safety.

Killing Moon - James Mace x Sneak

When you and your boyfriend steal something without fully realizing who you are stealing from, you're sent on a cross-country adventure by an ally you're pretty sure you shouldn't trust.

Dance Hall Days - Steve Rogers x Ransom Drysdale

Ransom meets a man in a bar who seems like he'll be fun for a night or two... A prequel series to I Can't Sleep Cause My Bed's On Fire

Head Over Heels

All Cole wants is someone to share eternity with. He won't stop looking until he finds them.

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[cevansbaby-dove]

Lust Royale 1

Pairing:Dark!Andy Barber X Dark! Steve Rogers X Reader

Summary: When Y/N is away on a mission with her boss, Steve, everything seemed to go well, until a dark figure in the form of Andy Barber appeared. From the moment he laid eyes on Y/N he knows he has to have her, and he's willing to do anything he can to get what's rightfully his. Little does he know that Steve is going in with that same mindset, wanting to protect Y/N at all costs, so he can have her for himself.

Steve was waiting for you in the office before Alexander walked into the room. "Rogers where is your sidekick? is she late yet again?"

You open the big doors and walk in wearing a white blouse and black pants.

You sit down at the table and say. "Sorry I'm late boys...Shall we get on with this?"

"Steve was just being updated on the upcoming mission." Pierce said as he looks at his notes. Steve looks at you and bites his lip and then says. "you sure you want to do this?"

You nod. "Just tell me where I'm going, and I'll make sure to get you what you need sir."

Steve nods and then says to Pierce. "She's honest at least"

Pierce hands you and Steve some papers and says. "the jet leaves in ten" He walks out and you flip the pages of the mission report and say. "Easy as pie"

Steve smiles. "This is why i like you being on my team L/N you very smart" You smirk. "Come on we'll be late"

You two walk out and you put on sneakers and then grab your gun and Steve Walks out in his suit.

You smile and he says. "Hey you look good..like a baddie"

"yea yea Rogers" You two get on the jet and Steve can't take his eyes off of you as you two sit on the bench as the jet takes off.

He wanted you if you gave him a chance but you were always saying Nothing more then a team with him...You didn't want to be distracted by Golden boy Rogers.

When the plane lands you walk out and Hear gun shots and Steve grabs your arm. "Stay with..me!" You press your lips together and pull away. "Watch and learn"

You take off running and end up shooting some Aliens and You didn't know but a bystander was keeping his eyes on every...single...Move you made.

That man was Andy, a widower, his son died and wife in a car crash and Your the girl he wanted to make HIS.

He takes a step back into the alley when Steve rushes to you saying. "Your reckless Agent L/N!"

You look at Steve. "Fuck off then Rogers" You were in control of this mission and you'd be damned if Rogers had to be the hero!

After the mission you and Steve came back to the tower and Steve was pissed that you'd do what you just did.

"Y/N we are not done talking" You turn around. "I am done talking about this! I had it handled"

Steve grabs your arm as you turn. "You want to be part of this team then fucking be PART of it or Leave!"

You were fuming so you say. "Fuck You Rogers!"

Tony says as he took a sip of his drink. "You two fight like lovers! Why not come to my party tonight? i have some friends coming with"

You look over at Tony and say. "Yea sure i might have fun for once" You look back at Steve and he sighs.

"See you then Agent" He turns and walks away.

Tony walks over to you. "What happened?" You look at him telling how you didn't wait for Rogers.

Later that day you changed into this dress.

You fix your hair and look out the tower at the city lights. You sigh then turn and grab your phone and walk out of your room and Steve is there by the wall.

You smile lightly. "Cap" He says as he looks at you. "Y/N look i want to say sorry for what i said...I just want to make sure your safe"

You nod. "I am Rogers, I forgive you and i am sorry too i didn't mean to get mad at you...Your just looking out for me"

He nods standing straight. "Yes i am you um..mean a lot to me" he looks right at you and you nod. "we'll be late" Steve follows you to the elevator letting you walk in first. "thanks"

You two walk in and Steve says. "Want a drink?" You nod. "Sure thank you"

He nods and you look around and see a tall man in a suit you walk over. "Hey i didn't think this was going to be a business kind of party"

The man looks at you. "Oh i'm sorry Stark asked me but he didn't tell me there would be a lovely lady like you" he holds his hand out to you. "I'm Andy"

You smile shaking his large hand. "Nice to meet you Andy I'm Y/N"

Andy Smiled at you then his eyes meet Steve's and he let's his hand drop and Steve walks up by your side. "Here you are"

You take the drink. "Thank you Captain. Oh This is Andy, Andy This is Steve"

Steve's eyes met Andy's and he doesn't smile back but he says "Nice to meet you i didn't think we invited you here"

"Tony did" Andy said without a smile. He glances at you and says. "So tell me about yourself"

Steve's eyes darkened as you and Andy spoke. "Y/N we should go talk to other's here"

You look at Andy and say. "I'm sorry but it was nice meeting you" Andy nods. "Yes of coarse see you around." You smile. "see you"

Later that night you look around the tower even through you have been on the team for a year you still got lost in the tower.

You look around and wonder where you went wrong or the wrong turn. You turn around and crash into Steve's body.

"Shit" You said looking up at him. "Are you lost Sunshine?" You say. "Um yes i seem to be" You laughed lightly. "Can i help you?" he smiles. "No but you could use help"

He holds his arm out to you and says. "Come with me" You lightly hook your arm in his and he leads you back to the party.

Steve smiles and Andy is over at the bar talking his ass off to Natasha.

He turns and looks at you and you can feel his eyes on you as you smile talking to Steve.

You say to Steve. "Thank you for helping me find my way back Steve you would think after living here for a year i'd know my way around" Steve smiles and says. "I can stay by your side if need be"

You nod. "Sure thank you"

After the party you run into andy. "hey sweets can i ask you out or is Steve trying to tell me yours HIS?"

You look around. "what no he's not my boyfriend he's my boss god nope"

He nods. "Well here's my card if you want to call me i'd be glad to hear your cute voice"

You take his card with a small smile. "thank you Mister Barber" "Aw sweets call me Andy please" You nod. "Sure Andy have a good night"

Steve walks by you and says. "Y/n Tony is asking for you" He lied. You nod. "Alright bye Andy" he waves and you walk away and Steve says. "Back off from her she's taken"

Andy chuckles. "thats not what she told me, your her boss..." He echoed your words.

"I won't ask again barber...back...off" Andy nods. "Have a good night as well" he walks out and you walk back saying "Tony said he didn't ask for me."

Steve folds his arms on his chest. "Y/N you know how i care about you right?"

You bite your lip then nod. "Yes sir" Steve's eyes go wide hearing those words...Sir Damn those words made his cock twitch. "Ahem right...Please stay away from the man you just met...I don't trust him"

You roll your eyes. "Steve come on don't be like this" He walks closer to you. "Please for once do as i say" he kisses your cheek and that makes you say. "that's it?"

Steve look into your eyes. "What?" You fold your arms. "Just a kiss on the cheek?"

He smiles. "This time darling" You both go back to your own rooms for the night and you don't fall asleep right away.

Shit...did you just hit on your boss...what about the other man? Was this going to bad for your mind during missions if you kept this up?

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[prettyinpink350]

❄️Candy cane lane❄️

(iPhones don’t have the candy cane emoji I swear they used too but whatever)

☃️⛄️Holiday fic!!!! Happy holidays everyone!🩵

Alpha Steve!rogers x omega!reader, CEO!Steve rogers x secretary!reader, Boss!steve rogers x employee!reader.

Some warnings will not be listed because the fic is not finished yet and I don’t know if there are any specific ones that I will need to add so be aware! (This list will be most of the warnings but just in case I’m letting you know because there might be one or two warnings that might pop up in the fic or in the real fics warnings but it might not be in this list)

Warnings: (minor spoilers, lighter topics/warnings are listed at the top and the father down the more graphic or sexual) readers body type or any physical characteristics/ features (like race) are not included or mentioned! This fic is for everyone except minors!!!!!!!!!! Fluff, Cuss words, boss employee relationship, hugging, holding hands, yelling, reader and Steve celebrate Christmas but no talks of religion!Steve gets angry at one point, other male attention that is not from Steve! Possessive behavior, slight obsession towards reader, Smut!: male masturbation, slight daddy kink, alpha x omega, biting (claiming), breeding, talk of having children! spanking, reader takes on a more submissive role, rough sex, p in v sex, condom is not used, reader is not on birth control, pussy slapping, breast play, oral sex (female receiving) ball play (reader plays with Steve balls) , more to be added I believe 🫣😬

The sings that got me in the holiday mood to write this 🤲💁‍♀️

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[adulting-sucks]

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?

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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[ramp-it-up]

Playlist: Bucky Runs

Bucky runs CapTech. Bucky runs into you. What else can Bucky run?

Playlist: Chill, Buck

Bucky, who runs CapTech, ran into you. Now he can’t stop thinking about you even though you rejected him. Can you stop him from running through your mind?

Playlist: Fucking Bucky

Bucky’s seduction powers are on 100. Can you continue to resist him, or will you give in?

Playlist: Bucky Charms

Last night was… intense. But can Bucky reel you in for more than just sex? Or is he the one that’s going to get caught up?

Thank you @blackwidownat2814 @ysmmsy for the major heavy lifting on the playlists. Love you guys! 😘

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[imaginedreamwrite]

Exile: Part 8

You hadn’t returned to the private chambers of the castle until you had heard word that tyrant King Rogers had retired after hours of having servants and maids trying to find you in the castle and on the grounds.

Your ability to hide in plain sight had done you well, at least well enough to hide from the man you had been pressed against hours before.

It was the kiss that grated you, the first physically intimate extension that had been a direct blow to your protected core, the walls you had built with every word from your guardian in the woods had started to crumble.

You ran and you hid, you squirrelled yourself away in any holding you could find until you thought it was safe to return to a spare chamber that had been set aside for you, even if the tyrant king demanded otherwise.

You slipped into the room and latched the lock behind you, checking its security with two quickened pulls before your defences slipped for the night.

Your fingers started to tug and pull at the laces of your tunic, loosening the material in order to slip out over your head and toss it to the side. It fell against the wood floor with a soft flutter and had soon been joined by the rest of your clothes, ending in the same heap.

The light from the nearly full moon radiating through the window of your chamber had aided your ability to yank a chemise from the chest at the end of the bed, getting dressed with as much haste as you could from your instincts and desire to sink into the mattress and start a new day.

You expected to find that relief the moment you slipped under the covers, sinking into the mattress and the warmth provided by the handcrafted quilts that were stretched across the bed.

Instead of finding the rest you required, you found sleeplessness. It was irrevocable, the difference between the atmosphere and noise of the castle compared to the cottage that had been your home.

The noise of the castle and the grounds, even when most were sleeping, was debilitating even if it wasn’t necessarily vivacious. You could detect and hear the sound of the guards patrolling the castle grounds beneath your window, a situation likely set into place from Steve’s fear that you would try and escape the castle.

And if it wasn’t the guards patrolling below, then it was the noise of nearby cattle, chickens and pigs that would make the occasional complaint.

You found yourself staring at the ceiling of your chamber, your hands folded across the quilts as you grit your teeth, willing your brain to shut itself off to give you rest.

It seemed endless, it seemed pointless to try and fight your inability to sleep and although you had scolded yourself you still threw the covers back. It had felt like you were laying there for hours, counting every fleck in the carved stone roof or every notch in the wardrobe that you had not yet touched.

You kicked the covers off your legs and pushed yourself to sit, bending your left knee under your right thigh. You sat in the darkness, your teeth nibbling on your bottom lip as you process what you could in the darkness, analyzing and weighing the risk of potentially sneaking out of your bedroom to explore. You wouldn’t be able to sleep, you knew you couldn’t, and you wouldn’t allow yourself to sit idly.

“Barnes told me there’s a private library nearby.” You hummed and unfurled your legs, slowly stepping onto the chilled wood floor, hesitating just long enough to look back at the bed. “I won’t sleep.”

You carried yourself toward the door, unlatching the door and slowly opening the door in order to look into the hall, checking for any lingering guards. As you stepped outside of your room, you closed the door behind you with the same quiet likeness and kept to the wall, your hand running against the stone wall, stepping carefully and quietly in order to keep yourself unnoticed.

You prayed that your bearings would hold to make it to the private library and study without being caught. If you had been caught out of bed, you knew full well that someone would have told the tyrant and he would have dragged you back to his bed, kicking and screaming regardless.

“The library—“ you felt along the wall until you came to a door, suspecting it was what you were looking for, and slipped into the room without wasting a moment.

As you had turned and pressed your back against the door, your joy was both vibrant and simultaneously short.

You hadn’t found the library as you had wanted, however, you had come across some kind of artists’ haven, the room illuminated and warmed by a fire that was still burning and the moonlight streaming in from the open balcony.

Your feet carried your forward until you had reached the first of many stretched linen canvases against light wood.

Etched onto the linen was an image that was only halfway finished with depth and immaculate colour usage that gave the half-finished work a kind of realism that seemed otherworldly. It was impossible to ignore the technique and the artistry, it was impossible to resist reaching for the piece that was calling to you.

It felt as if you could have felt the texture of the grass that was etched along the edge of the linen, or embrace the warmth of the spring day that was likely going to be continued. You were enraptured by the artwork, wholly captivated by the skill and the care that was required to capture such beauty.

Your decision to stave off sleep was welcomed now, it was wholly embraced as you moved from one painting to the next, taking your time to appreciate every single brushstroke.

He stepped into the room and immediately took pause his hands falling limply to his side, finger twitching aimlessly as his blue-green eyes narrowed.

His gaze had been zeroed in on the figure sleeping curled up on the fur rug in front of the fire while a gold letter book was tucked between her hands. Steve had completely faltered, his mind going deridingly blank, every train of thought falling silent and lifeless the longer he had gazed upon her.

It was endearing at this moment, being able to study you while you slept in front of the fading fire with delicate and warm shadows cast upon your face. You were breathtaking beyond reason, every piece of you from the soft curve of your cupid’s bow and the slight protrusion of your bottom lip as you slept.

There was nothing about you that he didn’t find desirable or awe-inspiring, nothing that hadn’t pulled at every nerve in his body, striking fire to deepen every instinct and the natural urge to provide and give you everything he could offer.

Your anger, your spite and hatred hadn’t meant anything to Steve now.

It hadn’t given him any reason not to walk toward you as you slept and ever so gently lift you from the floor. He hadn’t wavered in tucking you against his chest, crooning softly when you stirred and whispered. Steve had carried you away from the fading fire, balancing you as if you weighed no more than a spring hare, and made his departure from his artist haven.

He carried you down the hall away from where you had fallen asleep, debating for a moment to set you back in your chamber, although his greed wouldn’t allow him to.

Instead, Steve had cracked open the door of his bedroom and carried you across the threshold, wishing for a moment that you would’ve been experiencing a kind of high from your wedding night rather than exhaustion from the day. He wished he could’ve carried you to your shard bedroom after committing vows and coating your tongue with spiced meat and sweet wine, still, he wasn’t going to deny yielding the chance.

“You’re going to kill me in the morning, little vixen.” Steve had whispered among the dark.

He lift the covers on his bed to tuck you into the left side of the bed, keeping himself closest to the door and the window, helping you settle in while resisting crumbling when you had curled in on yourself and nuzzled your head against the feather pillow beneath your head.

He was a statue, unable to move let alone breathe as he studied you. It was all he could do, in order to commit the image of you sleeping in his bed to memory.

He hadn’t felt like the, sometimes, vengeful king who had sent his men to every corner of the kingdom to find his true soulmate, he hadn’t felt like the cold man who had lost his first, arranged, wife and felt the betrayal of a second false engagement.

Steve felt as young as his age, only on the cusp of 33 years old. It had been far too long since he had felt as young as he truly was. Just as he had felt weighed down by expectations when he first took the throne he had felt weighed down by how incomplete he was without his soulmate, his true and destined other half.

Steve hadn’t been able to find rest after waking up shortly after the witching hour had struck. It was almost as if something had yanked from a dead sleep, although now he thought it could have been some kind of reaction to your sleeplessness. Almost as if he could sense your inability to find rest, Steve had pulled himself out of bed.

He was overtaken with the idea that he could have hashed out the details of a meadow he had seen in a dream, working on catching the fine details on the linen canvas. He hadn’t expected to find you asleep by the fireplace with a book, nor had he expected to find some peacefulness in taking you back to bed.

He let out a breath he had been holding and raised his hand, running his fingers through his dirty blonde hair, wincing when he had caught his fingertips on some knots that had formed in his sleep.

He was still watching you, he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. Even if he wanted to, he was afraid that he would blink and you would be gone again, leaving him with another deep cut of lingering emptiness.

He only broke the spell you had on him in order to lift the covers and join you in bed, sliding closer to you before hesitating to slip his arm around your waist.

He had let himself wait, bracing himself for your angry strike and when a minute had passed without incident, Steve hid his face in the back of your neck. He breathed in your scent, revelling in the feeling of absolute bliss that had overcome him from feeling you and having you sleeping in his bed.

“I saw a sweet and seemly sight, A blissful burd, a blossom bright, That morning made and mirth among.” The melody was whispered against you, whispering the lullaby he remembered his mother singing to him when he was a child, and in the future, he would sing it to his child.

Content and blissful, Steve had drawn himself closer to you. With his entire body relaxing, becoming heavy with sleep, Steve joined you in peaceful slumber.

When you woke, it would be another fight. When reason returned to you, you’d try to cut off his balls and feed them to him.

For now…he was relaxed; he was home.

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[abbatoirablaze]

The Debauchery Of Captain America Master List

This series is completed! ✔️

Known worldwide as Captain America, no one would think that Steve Rogers ever had any issues finding a woman for the night. But no, Steve didn't always look like this:

No, the owner of America's most perfect peach used to be a fiesty little small fry. He used to look like this:

And quite personally, I love my boyfriend, regardless. (I definitely would have fallen for those baby blues and that endearing smile either way.)

Steve has always been a fighter...but the losing battle he's always dealt with...the thing he's always had an issue with...are things of a more intimate nature.

And Tony, being the ever-generous friend that he is, has sent Steve and I up to his cabin for a month of solitude. Where we were ambushed by not only a sex therapist, but also what appears to be an all-out sex dungeon in the basement so that Steve can 'become an adult.'

But before I go any further, I can say this: we wouldn't be here had Bucky not managed to blurt out in front of Tony that while Steve and I have been dating for nearly a year, he's the oldest virgin alive.

So here in lies the journal that the therapist told us to create...which I've correctly titled as The Debauchery of Captain America.

*Edit...Steve does not think that this title is funny...but he titled his 'Exploring Love Making With My Dame'

Chapter 1: Bucky's Loose Lips Sink Ships

Chapter 2: Ambushed By The Sex Doctor

Chapter 3: Talking About Our Fantasies and Kinks

Chapter 4: Oral Fixations

Chapter 5: It All Starts With A Bang

Chapter 6: Roleplay Two Ways

Chapter 7: Pissing Off A Super Soldier

Chapter 8: Communication Is Key

Chapter 9: Steve's Sunscreen

Chapter 10: Morning Wood

Chapter 11: Afternoon Delight

Chapter 12: Valentine's Day

Chapter 13: Opening Up

Chapter 14: Sore Subject

Chapter 15: One Foot Out The Door

Chapter 16: Happy Anniversary

Chapter 17: Sneaking In

Chapter 18: Back To The Tower

Chapter 19: Moving On From The Avengers

Chapter 20: Real Responsibilities

Chapter 21: Birthday Wishes

Chapter 22: Til The End Of The Line

Chapter 23: Happy New Year

Chapter 24: A Year From Where We Started

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[babyjakes]

you all over me.

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event | kinkmas 2023

prompt | double penetration

pairing | soft!dark!daddies!steve rogers and ari levinson x little!reader

warnings | dark ddlg dynamic (soft!dark!daddies of captive!little!reader.) dub/non-con. size kink. reader is held down and fucked. stretching. loss of anal virginity. unprotected double penetration (vaginal and anal.) mentions of anal training/stretching/fingering. clit rubbing. crying kink. praise and encouragement. mocking/humiliation. forced orgasm (with implied previous forced orgasms.) overstimulation. they come in her. little bit of aftercare.

word count | 1,386

an | this is written in the same au as clear blue water, with captive!reader and her soft!dark!daddies.

Tears poured down your damp cheeks as your face was tucked into the warm crook of Steve's neck. Arms reaching up weakly, you almost wanted to cling to the safety of his broad form as he lay beneath you, heavy breaths harmonizing with your own.

But that wouldn't do for your daddies- not for either of them. "Come on, babydoll. Where's that pretty face," the blonde crooned as his hips thrust upward over and over, rocking your own. His hands were on your waist, Ari's just above them as both the men worked to keep you upright and in place, their massive lengths pounding into you with steady rhythm.

They had been fucking you like this for what felt like hours, but the sensations of fullness and overstimulation you were experiencing were still just as overwhelming and horrible as when they had first pushed into you. Steve had gone first, both of the men knowing you would tolerate his part better. They were a bit concerned when you were in tears from the vaginal penetration alone, but as usual, they wouldn't be discouraged. As difficult as it was, and as pitiful as you were to watch as you were held down and split open, Ari was eventually able to work himself into you as well.

As they kept their four strong hands on you, working you up and down over their throbbing cocks like nothing more than a fleshlight with a pulse, you honestly couldn't tell which forceful insertion felt worse. It was all blurring together, the world nothing more than a streaky haze through your steady tears. The men shared a sympathetic glance with each other before Steve refocused his attention back on you. "Poor girl," he murmured lowly, bringing a hand up to brush away your tears with his thumb. "Know it's so hard, little one. So hard to take both your daddies' cocks at the same time, isn't it?"

"So full, aren't you, baby?" Ari nodded in agreement, his oversized member stretching your poor little bottom to its absolute limit. Despite the generous amount of lube they'd used and the time they'd spent patiently coaxing your tiny hole open with their greedy fingers, nothing could ease the horrible burning feeling that bloomed through your lower half as you were taken in the ass for the very first time.

"Look so pretty like this, all stretched out stuffed full of us," Steve groaned, his cock twitching so hard within your aching walls that you could feel it, your poor tummy spasming in response. To the man lying comfortably on his back, there had never been a sight quite as beautiful as this: watching from the front as your tiny holes were so helplessly violated, large hands holding you in place and giving you no choice but to sit there and take it, your perky tits bobbing perfectly as your figure was worked at a steady, punishing pace.

And though he couldn't see your chest as well, or the pretty little faces you were making as your body was used and abused so sinfully, Ari's view from behind you wasn't anything to turn his nose up at, either. He loved the way your back arched up as their dicks kept you angled forward towards Steve, your adorable ass bouncing in rhythm as his cock tore into your throbbing, achy hole. He could easily keep you going with just his hands alone; with both him and Steve being so much larger and stronger than you, it wasn't difficult for either one of them to overpower you and allow the other to make better use of a second pair of hands.

Which is just what Steve did as his partner held you up and in place, giving him the signal of a nod. "Go ahead, Stevie. Let's give some attention to that pretty little clit of hers," Ari suggested. Steve spit on his thumb, bringing the other hand down to pull back its protective hood as he smeared the clear wetness all over your poor little bundle of nerves. Your body jerked harshly at the stimulation, but you couldn't do anything to stop them or squirm away; you were completely helpless, having no choice but to let the blonde rub your exposed little nub in quick, harsh circles.

"Please, p-please... n-no!" you choked through your tears as your whole body began to shake with sobs.

"C'mon doll, doesn't that feel good? Know you like it when we pull back the hood and rub you right there, right on your cute little button," Steve frowned and faked worry at your cries, though he and Ari both knew perfectly well the way their actions and words were tormenting you.

"That's right," Ari mused from behind you as he kept your trembling body moving across their stiff lengths, "our pretty girl loves having her sweet little clit rubbed. Makes her come so hard, doesn't it Stevie? Poor baby can't help it when her daddies play with her clit, but it sure is cute to watch her try and fight it."

"So cute," Steve hummed in agreement, watching intently as your breaths began staggering, your little feet kicking weakly as your knees shook and struggled on either side of him. "Oh? Looks like she's getting close here," the blonde sang as he continued his skillful work over your slick, sticky nub. "Can feel her little pussy fluttering- what do you think, babydoll? You gonna be a good girl and come for your daddies?"

Watching as your buildup continued, Ari and Steve shared a knowing nod, both increasing the speed of their respective roles as their cocks pumped more vigorously inside you. This is the moment they had been waiting for; of course they were hoping to come as you did. A few orgasms had been forced from your trembling form earlier as you were held down by one and stretched out on the other's fingers, but this was meant to be the grand finale, the climax you would all share, whether you were willing or not.

"Can feel her squeezing us- she's getting close," Ari grunted as their dicks clapped lewdly into your dripping holes. "That's it, sweetheart. Come on, almost there..."

Your resistance was a losing game. As much as you fought and defied them each time, a sense of helplessness was never absent from within you; you knew you'd be forced to come. And with both of them thrusting into you at an almost immeasurable speed, and Steve's torturous hands working your clit the way he knew best, there was nothing for you to do but let them have their way with you. Eyes squeezing shut as your tummy tightened, your little toes curled as your orgasm was ripped from your faltering grasp. You came long and hard, Steve and Ari's triumphant words of praise merely echoes as heat and shocks of ecstasy overcame your exhausted body.

Warmth burst in your core as you were pumped full of both the men's come, Ari's fingers digging in almost painfully around your waist as their cocks swelled and sputtered within you. When you were finally coming down from your impressively long high, you let out a soft, broken cry as Steve finally eased your body down to rest limply against his front. "Shhh," you could hear him humming soothingly, someone's hand rubbing your back as you sniffled and sobbed into your captor's chest. "Easy pulling out of her," he was murmuring to Ari as the world seemed to slow around you.

"You're okay, baby. You were so good for us," the brunette was praising you softly from behind as he shifted a bit inside you, trying to measure how careful he needed to be as he and his partner now shifted their focus towards damage control.

"Don't cry, little one. Daddy's here, Daddy's got you," Steve kissed the top of your head as he cooed at you, his broad arms cradling you lovingly as you clung to him. You were desperate for any comfort and tenderness you could get at this point, even if it was straight from the hands of your abusers. This is usually how you wound up at the end of the day, a weeping mess in your daddies' arms, and they wouldn't have it any other way.

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[navybrat817]

Disturbia AU

Welcome to The Haven! Home is where your story begins and what better place to live than paradise? Experience the epitome of luxury and make your dreams a reality. You're going to love it so much that you won't remember what life was like outside of your new neighborhood. 

We'll make sure of it. 

Pairings: Various men with female readers. ❤️

AU Summary: You have a beautiful home and a loving partner. So, why does it feel like something is wrong with your neighborhood?

AU Warnings: Dark themes, creepy vibes, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), oral sex (m. and f. receiving), dirty talk, angst, porn with feels (it's me, lovelies), more to be added.

A/N: Welcome to my dark AU with forced housewives. I hope you all enjoy this AU and the various pairings. Please heed the warnings before each post and I will update as time allows. Banner and moodboard by yours truly. Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics . Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Bucky x Plum

A Plum a Day

Steve x Cherry

Sweet as Cherry Pie

Nick x Ginger

It's a Ginger Thing

Andy x Ruby

As Red as a Ruby

Scott x Rose

Fall Like a Rose Petal

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[krirebr]

Head Over Heels

Cole Turner x Multiple Readers

Summary: All Cole wants is someone to share eternity with. He won't stop looking until he finds them.

A part of We're All Monsters

Warnings: Horror elements, dark elements, death, some blood and gore, feeding on humans, toxic relationships

A/N: All titles are from Head Over Heels by Tears for Fears. Each installment of this series will have a different Reader. Characteristics of the reader (gender, etc.) will be noted for each part.

Coming Soon

Related Drabbles & Headcanons

This is My Four Leaf Clover

How Cole met Steve

And Gentle Persuasion

Cole makes a mess that Steve cleans up

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[cevansbaby-dove]

One from the naughty list: "I've been watching for so long, I can't wait any longer." Enjoy ^_^

Okay being how much of a smutty mode im in i'll write this.

Steve rogers X reader bestfriend.

Warnings:smut. 18+ please!

Prompt will be in Bold.

Summary: After You catch Steve's eye at a avengers Christmas party you make a move after you two have been flirting on missions so Steve just had to have you all to himself 😈

You walk into the tower in a gold dress with black heels

You look around the room smiling seeing everyone talking and having fun, Tony sees you and says. "Y/n there you are" he hugs you. "glad you came to the party" You smile. "glad to be here tony it looks like a lot of fun"

Steve looks at you across the room but you don't see it so he walks over to you. "Hello doll good to see you"

His eyes scan up and down your body you know he is undressing you in his mind. "Eyes up here Cap" You smile. He says. "ahem sorry you look...amazing" You bite your lip. "Thank you"

Everyone is chatting it up when steve's hand wraps around your slim waist pulling you close to his body. "having fun darling?" You look up at him and smile nodding. "yes captain"

He looks around and says in your ear. "we could have more fun alone if you'd like"

You bite your lip at his words and say. "Lead the way" He takes your hand and slip away from the party.

You two end up in a spare bedroom and steve says as he locks the door. "I've been watching for so long, I can't wait any longer." he presses a kiss on your red lips.

You pull him closer to you. "Steve..." he keeps kissing you as you walk to the bed and fall on it to see Steve undo his tie and discard his jacket then you kick your heels off and steve leans down after he takes his dress shirt off placing a kiss on your neck. "you thought you could tease me in that dress doll hmm?"

You smile. "that's wasn't my intention sir" Steve looks at you and says with a small laugh. "yea right"

He helps out out of the dress and you reach for his belt. "fuck Cap i need you please" Steve says as he runs his hands all over your skin. "take it easy doll....."

he works his dress pants off then your eyes go to his bulge biting your lip he chuckles. "oh daring it's big cus of how turned on i am" He slides his boxers off and says. "ready?" You nod. "and you said i was a tease"

He pushes into you making you jump. "Shit!" He moves slowly. 'Shh i'll be easy on you doll i won't hurt you" You moan. "steve...fas...faster please" He looks at you. "you sure?"

You nod. "don't make me ask twice" He picks up the pace. "fuck doll you feel so good....not going to last" You moan. "hmm steve..."

Steve keeps his pace up and he says. "you going to cum? i can feel you so tight around my cock darling"

You moan telling him yes. "Steve i need to..let..let go please" He says in your ear. "let me cum first ok?" he grunts when he says that cumming in your clit. "oh god"

"He isn't here doll only me..." You cum panting. "ah! fuck steve..." he kisses your face before pulling out of you. "Was i to rough?"

You sit up grabbing your dress and underwear putting them back on. "no you were perfect just like i thought you would be'

Steve grabs his stuff and says as he dresses. "you've thought about us?" You stand up. "is that ok cap?"

he wraps his arms around you giving you a kiss. "yes" he says with his lips on your head. "come on we should get back out there before people come looking for us"

You and steve walk out and get back to the party. With you bright red.

A/n whew this was so hot and thanks for the ask! Reblog and comments help me keep writing. love you all!

Taglist:@cutedisneygrl @patzammit @armystay89 @k-slla

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