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twoghostsfromeden · 2 hours ago
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hellooooooooooooooo 👋🏻
my chris x reader fic will be up at some point tomorrow :)
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punemy-spotted · 5 hours ago
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In This Life and the Next - Masterlist
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They remember, but you forget. You can run from the ties that bind, but it'll be right into their arms.
In which Helmut Zemo, Steve Rogers, and Bucky Barnes chase after the one thing they have in common — the love they have and lose, over and over again, in every life. You. A soulmate AU for the three of them, flowing and twisting through the threads of space, time, and multiverses. They have traveled through a thousand lifetimes to find and lose you in each and every one of them but this time they’re together and this time they will not lose.
Warnings: DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT; Rape/Non-Con Elements; Deeply, Deeply Dark; Character Death Involved; Dubious Consent; Dark!Steve; Dark!Bucky; Dark!Zemo; Political/Mafia Elements; Obsessive/Manipulative Lovers; Workplace Sexual Harassment/Assault; Political Corruption; Pleasepleaseplease read at your own discretion.
This content is 18+ only, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS BLOG
Ao3 Link
Chapter 1 — It Was Asleep in the Veins
Chapter 2 — May it not Become the Evil Eye
(Pictures not by me, found… trawling Pinterest and Google. Collage made by me.)
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skyeisawizard · 8 hours ago
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Bucky Barnes
Hi everyone! First of all, I would like to say a big thank you for 600 followers! I’ve only had this blog for just over a months so that is insane! If anybody has any idea of how we could celebrate please let me know.
Second of all, if Bucky was to have his arms covered in tattoos, what does everybody think he would have? (You’ll see why I’m asking this soon ;) )
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punemy-spotted · 9 hours ago
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The Price You Pay
Pairing: Mob!Steve Rogers x Reader
Warnings: Non-con/Dub-con, mentions of murder, unclear timeline, blackmail, unprotected sex, fingering (F!receiving), smut, esoteric references to past abuse, manipulation, Dark!Fic
Words: 5.2k (holy fuck?)
Summary: You need his help. He names his price.
Notes: This is for @stargazingfangirl18 and her incredible 5K Soft!Dark Challenge and I can't believe I wrote over 5k words for a oneshot, making this the longest piece I've ever written. I took a blend of prompts: Mob!AU; “When I woke up this morning, I certainly didn’t think my day would end like this;” and “That’s a big favor you’re asking for, I think you need to make it worth my while.”
And this was intended to be a oneshot but now I can't stop thinking about it so thanks Siri, I think this is now a part of my WIPs too! Your work is amazing and I had a blast being able to take part in this!
As usual, my work is 18+ ONLY, Minors DO NOT INTERACT
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You went to him first.
You went to him, handed them your business card and I want to speak to Steve Rogers.
Honestly they almost threw you out with an extra hole in your head but then the man of the hour walked right in.
So now you’re here. Now you’re here, sitting across a gorgeous dining table with a ten-course meal laid out and honestly you’re surprised they didn’t tie your wrists to the arms of the chair while you watch him eat and take in the look of those baby blue eyes scanning you over.
He even brought you non-alcoholic rosé, when you said you didn’t drink.
So.
So.
You wanted to talk to me?
Yeah, I do. Thought you’d just sit me in your office, have a consultation.
I like breaking bread with new friends. Have a nice dinner, get the wine flowing — of course, that’s not gonna loosen your tongue, but we’ll forgive it.
Oh. Cool, I like being forgiven.
He laughs at that one and the room, strumming with tension, snaps into amusement. So do you, cracking a half smile on dark red lips, before swallowing down the lump of anxiety threatening to break through and destroy everything. You need this. You need this and you can’t let anything — not your nervousness, not your morals, not him — stop you. You need this and it needs to be done and if this is what justice is in this fucking city then so be it.
Well, sweetness, you’ve got my attention. You want to talk business or pleasure?
That one makes you laugh, a little sharp and a little cruel, and the curling smirk on his face gets a little furrowed because he hears it too — pain.
It could be both, you say finally, picking up the glass of rosé-that-wasn’t, if your reputation is as real as they say it is.
He lifts a bite of cheesecake into his mouth and lets it melt on his tongue while he watches you, somewhere between impressed and incensed. You know the look — you saw it the last time he met you in court, but you weren’t there as allies then. Never thought you’d come to me, he admits finally, sounding halfway bemused at the idea, but you’re full of surprises, aren’t you, Counsel?
You wince, or maybe smirk, eyes on the man before you.
It’s a game, a dance, a ruse, and the woman you thought you were thirteen months ago when you put four of Steve Rogers’s best men in jail for fifteen years — fifteen years longer than any District Attorney had ever managed to do before you, and you were just the rookie they handed a shit case to — is leagues different from the woman you are now, seated prim and proper in the lion’s den.
You’re not innocent. That’s not been your game for years — this life doesn’t leave room for innocence, it tears at you, leaves you tired and broken and ill.
Your colleagues learned to fear him a long time ago, the man before you. Captain America, leading the city, the country, the world into a new era of high tech crime all under his thumb. It’s a pretty shiny shield, the one that sits behind him, but mirrors are black on the other side and his soul is dark as coal.
You’re not an angel yourself, and this deal with the Devil isn’t for anyone but you.
I need someone taken care of.
So you come to me? I thought you were a lady of morals, Counsel.
Certain kinds of morals.
You can see him smile, see the way he raises his glass, the glimmer of malice and amusement in his eyes. So tell me. What’s the name?
You give it.
He’s not in the city, your target, but he will be. A Judge, an activist, real tough-on-crime-sweet-on-justice type of shit. You don’t tell him the reasons why, because those are yours, but you tell him the name. You tell him he’s a problem, you tell him he’s dangerous, you tell him you’ll pay to have him taken care of, you tell him you don’t want to practice in front of that black, black robe.
And he smiles like the Devil he is, watches you with a grin and drinks his whiskey in one last shot before slamming it down, Real woman of the law, aren’t you?
You said that when we met the first time.
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He’s a hunter, you can see it in his eyes. That lion’s mane might be tamed right now but it won’t be for long and you’re playing with wild animals. The eyes on you are ice and daggers, daring you to do the one thing everyone in the office has been begging you not to do.
(Drop the charges, Rookie, the case is just to get your face in front of the judge.)
You upped the charges.
(Rookie, you don’t know what you’re dealing with, there’s other cases.)
You subpoenaed his phone records.
(Rookie, don’t make me drag you off this case!)
You won.
You had no witnesses and a jury you had to drag in from god-knows-where after you proved, over and over again, that he’d paid off the cohort in the courtroom. Finding people with nothing to lose and a desire to do their civic duty wasn’t harder than you thought — it was exactly as impossible as you expected.
But you did it.
That’s what you do, isn’t it? Push and push and fight, claw your fingers at the ledge and pull yourself up, you pay for your crimes in your blood, sweat and tears you pay for the things you could have done then and didn’tdo.
You pay.
And sometimes, that payment bounces back.
And when it was all said and done, when the closing statements were delivered, when the Jury came back out and the Judge — hands shaking, mouth agape, eyes wide — read out the verdict no one expected, you… didn’t feel any better, did you? There was no justice for you in that room, just the searing glare of ice-blue eyes and the burning of your steel spine.
Real woman of the law, aren’t you?
First words he said to you, while the courtroom emptied out and you stood there, facing the man you’d just made an enemy of with your briefcase in your hand and your eyes aflame.
I did my job.
Did you? Is that what you think your job is?
My job is justice, unflinching and blind, Mr. Rogers. I don’t care how much power you have or how afraid you leave this city, I’m going to do my job.
You could always let justice turn a blind eye.
Yeah. I could, but that wouldn’t make this any fun, would it? Thank you for the win, Mr. Rogers — I’m sure I won’t get many more.
You leave him with a smile on his face and the scent of your perfume in his memories.
He leaves you with the pride of victory in your bones and a reminder that your strife could be worth it.
One day.
How do you plan to fill that pit, the one you tossed the corpses of your old self into? The one you let them claw up out of, to haunt you? Remind you?
You’re digging your own grave and you know it, but you won’t let Steven Grant Rogers be the first one to toss a handful of dirt over your corpse.
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But now here you are.
In his dining room, enjoying dessert and some sort of after-meal coffee. In need of him…
This might almost have been a date, if not for the topic of conversation.
So. You want a Judge taken out. What if he’s already on my payroll?
Why would you keep a dead man in your pocket?
You like the sound of his laugh, and you don’t even have the excuse of wine to fall back on when it warms your core. Don’t admit it though, don’t say it aloud, don’t let him get an in. Be smart, cross your legs tighter, keep your eyes on the prize.
You’re so close to the finish line.
That’s a big favor you’re asking for, Counsel, I think you need to make it worth my while.
Worth your while?
I’m not a charity. And since you put the guy I usually use to handle these things behind bars for a few years—
You know I can get him out too.
That’s not payment, that’s putting things right.
You take a drink. Steady on, girl.
I’m leaving the DA’s office.
That stops him.
Oh that stops him good, and he looks fascinated. Interested. You’ve said something he can use as leverage and it’s not just about a job. That smirk on his face is smug and his eyes are darker and he has to know the impact that look has.
Can’t falter, don’t falter, don’t give in.
Am I allowed to ask why?
No.
You’ve done your research. You just don’t know why you’re thinking about it now. Steven Grant Rogers, “Captain America,” leader of a crime family that had too many names to stamp out, bolstered by a mad scientist, a military man through-and-through who turned New York into his own private base against whatever stood against his way.
Get in his good graces and you’re set for life. Get in his good graces and you’re safe, you’re protected, you’re good.
Get on his bad side and you only make that mistake once.
There are no second chances in this game, and here you are, asking for one.
So what? You leave the DA’s office, you leave yourself open to me — you think leaving New York is going to be the thing that stops me, Counsel?
No.
Then what?
Breathe. Steady.
I know you gave me that win on purpose — you could have taken out my last jury cohort. This isn’t about the four men… and you know I’ll get them out. This is something else, but I’m not here to ask about what or why.
He falters just briefly, like he’s surprised you knew, but the crack in his mask smooths itself over as soon as it forms and he’s back to watching you, nodding along in silence while you breathe and watch him and keep talking.
But even then. I got four of your guys in prison. And I know how your organization works — I subpoenaed the documents, remember? Your lawyers are good, but they’re not used to people asking the right questions. You want someone to seal up the cracks you need someone who actually knows what to look for.
You have more than his attention, you have his interest, and now he’s leaning in a little. Imperceptibly, but enough. Scanning over you from across the table, like he’s thinking how you managed to get so impertinent in the face of the likes of him but that’s the thing — when the only thing you have left to lose is your life, you’ll risk everything.
So what are you offering?
Breathe. Don’t. Stammer.
Myself.
The chair scrapes and suddenly there’s the clicking of guns, aimed and ready until his hand rises up and he stops them and he’s stalking towards you.
This is the lion’s den, sweetness.
The stakes are higher and you ought to be braver and he’s got your chin in his hand before you have a chance to react, dragging you to your feet. Do you know what you’re offering me, Counsel? Low and hissed and hungry, like those perfect teeth might be sinking into your throat in the next moment.
Oh, you have no idea.
You get me. On your payroll — you know. The offer you sent me a year ago.
You think it’s still open?
If it wasn’t, you wouldn’t have met with me.
The chuckle in your face makes your cheeks warm and you’re looking more flushed than you would like, the open shoulders of your dress suddenly feeling a lot more like a mistake the more you realize just what kind of meal he might make out of you tonight.
We might need to have a discussion about your workplace duties, Counsel.
You don’t notice the hand near your thigh until it’s too late, sliding up the soft fabric of your skirt until it’s squeezing your ass, until it’s jerking you towards him, until you’re pressed against his chest and the hand on your chin is now hooked around the back of your neck, thumb pushing your jaw until you’re forced to look at him. Won’t lie, when I woke up this morning, I certainly didn’t think my day would end like this, having your pretty little body in my arms,and you can look as indignant as you want but he’s got the upper hand and you only thought you were two steps ahead of him.
You think I haven’t thought about what it’d be like to put you in your place, Counsel? You’ve got a smart mouth — I wanna know what else it can do.
He doesn’t give you a chance to use that mouth to lash at him, lips sliding over yours, swallowing that indignant yelp with a punishing kiss. Nipping at the plushness of your lower lip until you open your mouth and yield to him with a sigh of reluctant surrender, let his tongue slide past that barrier for him to explore. He’s got his fingers wound through your hair, just a little too tight and whether the whimper in your chest is because of the pain or because of the want, he doesn’t care.
Knew you’d be sweet, Counsel… softly, when he pulls back to look at you, take a look at those love-swollen lips and your ruined lipstick, the pretty way you pant at him already, the heat burning your cheeks. Pay no attention to the slick warmth between your thighs, pay no attention to the way he makes you burn already, pay no attention to how your fingers have curled into the lapel of his coat to hold yourself steady, pay no attention to how you suddenly miss the pressure of his lips.
All that smart-talk and now you’re quiet, Counsel? F’I knew it just took a kiss to get you to shut up, I would’ve done that at trial, he’s purring in your ear, soft and sweet and you should push at his chest, so uncurl your fingers girl and push.
I didn’t say I was selling my body, there’s your harshness, and there he is, laughing at you again, the grip on your hair jerking your head back until you’re looking into those dagger-cold eyes again.
You don’t make the rules here, Counsel, I do, and you need me more than I need you. So if you want to make sure your Judge can’t start wreaking havoc on your career… you might want to get used to readjusting it for me. I promise I’ll make you feel nice, if you let me…
And if I don’t?
Then I take what I want and I don’t feel bad for not holding up my end of the bargain. Your choice, Counsel, you cum willingly and I’ll give you everything you want. Don’t, and it’ll hurt you more than it hurts me.
That’s not a threat, that’s a promise, and suddenly you’re more scared than you ever thought you’d be, wondering if you’ll need to sell another part of your soul to take him down after. How much of yourself will you put up as collateral to get justice for the wrongs you were never able to correct?
You’re afraid.
Oh sweetness, you’re afraid.
Here? Now?
No, Counsel, we’re gonna do this right, aren’t we? You wanna be in bed with me, I’ll take you to bed with me. Come on, say it. Say the word.
Say no. Say no, rail and fight, stamp your heels into the expensive leather of his shoes, jam your knee into the sensitive between his legs, scream and yell and tell him you will never let another man take advantage of you again to help you reach your goals. Do it. Do the thing you swore you would do the next time a man like him — men who think they can take anything from anyone, men who think they own the world and the women in it, men who think you aren’t strong enough to fight back — propositioned you just like this.
You’re selling your soul to get rid of a man just like this.
But that’s coiling heat in your core that wasn’t there the last time, was it? That’s want. That’s the realization that you like the way this predatory smile feels, that you like the way this one wants you. You’re not her, not scared and alone and helpless. You could fight back and run and maybe escape if you were lucky.
You could choose.
He’s let go of your hair to stroke your cheek with the backs of his fingers, soft and sweet, You gonna give me an answer, Counsel, or am I gonna have to take it?
Say something. Say no. Scream. Say no say no say no say— Yes.
It’s a whisper. A desperate, soft whisper. A helpless, lonely whisper. It’s enough.
He sweeps you around until you’re pressed with your back against his unyielding chest, feeling him flex with every movement, broad arm wrapped around your shoulders from the front. All of you are dismissed, and that’s when you remember there were others in the room with you. Others who just watched you concede to becoming Captain America’s newest plaything and the burn on your cheeks is more shame than lust. You pull at his arm briefly, futilely, earning a tighter hold for your efforts and a whispered don’t make me choke you, before you are half-walked, half-dragged out of the dining room.
The walk to his room is slow and agonizing as you’re pulled along, barely struggling but barely helping at the same time, tears sliding down your cheeks as you come to terms with what’s going to happen next — no one is going to save you tonight, no one’s going to interrupt and drag you out, this is your job and this is your place and here you are.
No one speaks. There’s no sound but the steady tap of your heels and his shoes on fine marble. Even your sobs are silent, even your breathing is muffled, until the stairs are traversed and the faintest click of a lock turning opens the door to the rest of your life.
You made a deal.
Time to pay.
Sit on the bed.
You move as if in a trance, and he watches your face, the hint of waterproof mascara failing to do its job, the smudged ruby red of your lipstick. Don’t give me that look, you knew what you were signing up for when you walked into this house, Counsel.
His hands are gentler than you’d expect, when he wipes away the streaks your tears leave down your pretty cheeks, coaxing you to look up at him, We’ll set ground rules later. Tonight? I wanna see if I can get that mouth of yours to beg for me.
It won’t, you snap without thinking, knifeblade sharp and cruel, ready for a fight again. He promised you that once, in a hiss you thought you’d misheard but no, you heard him just fine and now if he thinks he can quench your fire and have you pleading just because you sold your body for the prospect of revenge then he’s wrong.
Thing is, he laughs like that’s a challenge, and the hand holding your chin so gently is wrapped around your throat before you know it, silencing your voice with just the right application of pressure. I can do this all night, Counsel. Do you think you can last that long?
Fear. Anger. Indignation. You are fury made flesh and he is manipulating you with just the barest press of his palm and sliding over you, until you’re laid out there on soft sheets and he’s looming over you, splaying that big hand out and sliding it down your throat, over your chest, feeling the ruching of the fabric under his palm. You wrapped yourself up like a present for me, didn’t you sweetness?
The change in nickname isn’t lost on you but here you are, glaring up at him while he smiles so beatifically it leaves your blood boiling and your skin steadily warming. The rise and fall of your chest is hypnotic, every angry breath a swear you don’t utter, every inhale your protests dying in your throat. What can you say, what would you say, right now? There’s nothing that can change the way he looks at you, or the way his eyes flicker from ice to blue fire the more he takes stock of the pretty little thing he’s about to start sharing his bed with.
Fuck, you’re beautiful, that one shocks you, but not as much as the sudden rush of cold air when he tears the emerald green fabric of your dress down and reveals the soft swells of your breasts, nipples peaked from the sudden cold.
You don’t get much time to gasp, just something soft and strangled before he turns your voice to whimpers, wrapping lips around that pebbled tip and laving his tongue over sensitive flesh. Where are your words now, Counsel, while he threatens the softness of your chest with the scrape of his teeth, when he slides his hands over the round curve of your thighs and parts your legs so he can press himself between them, so he can press himselfagainst you? Where is the knife-dagger of your wit to protest each soft, suckling kiss to your skin, each press of his fingers like he could just squeeze his ownership of you into the plushness of your hips, into the sweet swell of your ass? What do you say to the dirty little thrust of his hips as he bucks with his own burning need, reminding you just how much this is for hispleasure as he will make it for yours.
You would, could, should push him off and instead what are you doing? Curling your fingers into the silk-smooth of his comforter, desperate to writhe out of your own skin away from the burning pressure between your thighs, the foreign, unfamiliar heat you suddenly feel like you might be craving.
Anyone ever touch you like this before me, Counsel?Warm breath splays across your skin when he questions you, eyes fixed on yours and he waits. Answer him, answer him, tell him he’s nothing, tell him you’ve had better, lie and destroy that ego, lie lie lie lie—
Nnnh—no.
He looks like you’ve just told him the best news of his life, eyes wide and blown with lust, Oh is that right? You’re saying no one’s ever touched you this good? Or just no one’s ever touched you at all?
You don’t have to answer. The furious blush on your cheeks? The way your eyes slide away from his? The way you writhe, trying to press your thighs together to relieve the pressure and finding the effort futile? If the man’s grin could get any wider, it would, right now. Oh sweetness, we’re going to have so much fun exploring your body together…
He pulls back just enough to take a look at you, already flushed and writhing and overwhelmed and if he could take a picture of this right now he would. He’ll save that for later though. Tonight? Tonight is just the two of you, and his hands are back to your skirt, pushing the tight fabric up over your round hips and revealing the lace of your panties… just before he rips them off, to the sound of your indignant yelp Steve!
You’re going to call me Captain, sweetness, we’re not close enough to use my name just yet.
No. No you’re not, and he’s not sure you’ll ever be — he rather likes the idea of hearing you whimper out his title when he gets you desperate and wanting.
He touches, slow and steady, watching you try to jerk away and tutting at you when you do, fingers at your delicate nerves like an assault on your pleasure. Bite your lip, bite back the moans, whine at him like he’s wounded you, You’re so wet, sweetness, you’re so desperate for me aren’t you, as he palms his cock to relieve the pressure on himself. You’re going to beg before he does and he’s patient, he’ll last the night.
St-stop it, it’s too— he shushes you ahtahtaht and rests his free hand on your mound, holding you down so his probing, inspecting fingers can take stock of the velveteen plushness of your delicate cunt. It’s too much, too much and you want to scream the moment he presses one finger into you, already overwhelmed, already so tightly wound the barest touches are unraveling you steadily.
You’re such a pretty thing, all desperate and needy, sweetness. You wanna cum already, don’t you? So busy, never gave anyone the chance to fuck that stuck-up bitch right out of you, did they? It’s almost pitying, isn’t it, the way he talks, hums at you while you’re reduced to a whining, whimpering mess so soon, so desperate for the release he’s on the edge of denying you, feeling you flexing around his finger and then the second leaping jolt of your body when another joins the inspection. Taking careful stock of the pretty cunt he owns now, and he’s careful to curl his fingers just right as he seeks the spot to hammer just to get you to scream.
You don’t, not yet, but that’s okay too, because he sees the way you take desperate hold of the sheets, the way your eyes roll backwards just slightly, the way you strain against his heavy hand to arch your back. Gotta tell you, sweetness, I imagined you under me a thousand and one ways but this one, right now? Tops the list. You ready to beg for me?
Do it. Do it and end your pleasurable torment. Do it and be released from the pressure, the coiling want. Surrender to him. Let him have you.
The white hot rush of your orgasm is not unexpected to him, his curling, cruel fingers having found the sweetness of your g-spot, but — you, too busy climbing the ranks to think of your own pleasure, too busy demanding your due from an unjust world explore your own warmth beyond that of a memory of a college hookup you would rather forget — you left breathless and wanton in the heat of the explosion he draws out of you, mewling something desperate and pleading against your own will and the song of it fills his ears like it’s all he’s ever wanted. There it is, and I thought we’d be here all night. A thumb flickers over the nerves at your entrance and you practically jump, something between a yelp and a moan escaping your lips.
First one’s just a treat, sweetness. Now on, you cum when I say you do, understand?
You nod.
Oh you nod, and you are lost, here and now. Sensitive and broken and there is so little of that steel spine here, writhing in his sheets and ohyou don’t know the things you do to him.
Think you can go again, sweetness? He’s purring, smug, twisting fingers stretching you slowly, muttering under his breath about how fucking tight you are around his fingers, how good you’re going to feel for him, and the smugness on his face is slowly fading into a dark consternation, brows furrowed like he’s somehow angry at you for being plush and delicate and fuckable.
You’re almost begging him to stop, and yet the pressure is building again, the twisting, coiling heat that leaves you breathless and mewling and he looks like he might be trying to immortalize this moment forever. Say it, sweetness. Say you need me. Beg me for my cock.
That’s it.
That’s what you need to, you need to beg, you need to give in. No more fighting, no more arguing no more —
Please…
Please what, sweetness, come on now. You got a way with words. The snarl is so barely contained.
Please, Captain, please just…
What do you need, sweetness? The fingers are relentless, the buzz in your nerves is overwhelming, you can barely even hear yourself talk, much less him.
Please just fuck me, Captain, I need your cock! It’s hurried and it’s crude and it’s desperate and it’s exactly what he wants as just another wall crumbles and you fall off your pedestal right into his arms.
He’s barely able to resist the buck of his hips, the need to be inside you, the knowledge that you are soft and velvet and you could be all over his senses just like this.
When did he free his cock? You don’t know, you just know it’s practically salvation when he sinks into you, when he fills you like you’ve been desperate for and Oh sweetness…pours from his lips just as you hiss out something like praise right back at him.
You’re so full and he’s so gentle, at first, like you’re made of crystal in his arms, like the slow shifting of his hips might have you shattering underneath him if he’s not careful. Cradling you, even, sliding your legs around his narrow hips as he leans in and takes a hungry kiss from your wanting, whimpering mouth.
Love this look on you, all wrapped around me, whispered low and slow into your ear, sweetness you have no idea how good you look…
Melt into those compliments, melt into him, because the way he’s holding you is divine and you can feel him so deep in you it’s making your head spin. When did your arms end up around him? When did you start clinging to him like an anchor, start winding your fingers through his hair, start leaving the marks of your nails on his back to the sound of his own needy groaning?
He noses your cheek and leaves a mark of ownership on your neck with hungry lips, knowing you’ll bruise a beautiful flower right over your pulsebeat and continuing the steady assault on your nerves, cunt-first.
Harder. Faster. More.
And oh, sweetness, you do shatter.
You shatter all around him, you shatter into something divine and rapturous, full of him and filled with him and he cums so deep inside you as you do, still fucking you through your joined climax, hips rutting and breath hitching and nearly furious at you for the way his vision whites out too, the way he feels like he can Never get enough and so he hisses that at you like an accusation while his thoughts reorient back to reality, back to smugness, back to the control you took from him while he tried to strip you of yours.
In the end, as he pulls away from you and sinks to the side of you, watching your sweet expression as you return to the reality of your new situation, he is satisfied… thoroughly.
Oh yeah, I think we can make this a working relationship, Counsel.
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twoghostsfromeden · 12 hours ago
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i should be cleaning house but here i am... writing chris evans smut
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deexchanel · 13 hours ago
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Part 7
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Pairing: Sebastian Stan x BlackFem!OC
Warning: Swearing, Smut.
Summary: The lovebirds making up🥰
A/N: Ahhhhhh enjoy!😁
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I jump into Sebastian's arms once my hotel room door was opened. He carried me while kissing on my neck and my hands were entangled in his hair. I moaned when I felt him put hickies on my neck.
"I've missed your touch." He groaned squeezing my ass. I licked his earlobe, hearing him trying to control his moans.
"I've missed everything on you." I replied seductively then start kissing his neck. He carried me the bed, laying me on my back. Oh nah baby we not doing missionary right now. I pushed him off, unbuckling his pants.
Pulling down both his pants and boxers, I stare in amazement. Y'all it's been two weeks too longgggg. I licked around the tip slowly being a tease. I stare him in the eyes as I deep throat him continuously. Sebastian's head fall back in pleasure so I quickens the pace making him almost cum.
He picks me up under the arms and lay me on the bed on my back. Sebastian unstrapped my bra quickly.
"I did not know you can do that."
"It's a lot of stuff you don't know about me baby." He said taking off my panties and sticks a finger in. My legs widen in pleasure. He looks me in the eyes spitting on my core and start licking. I moan loudly as I felt him stick two fingers in. He start spelling his name which made me go crazy.
"I'm going to cum."I moaned lightly gripping on his hair.
"No ma'am." He said getting up then grabbing my waist pulling me closer to him. Sebastian rubs my core with his dick before slowly thrusting in. When he pulled out, his dick was covered.
"fuck daddy." I moan softly against his ear as he hovered over me. His thrust quickens as Sebastian starts fucking me harder. He stood up straight again keeping his same pace. I placed my hand on his lower abdomen, pressing against it hoping he would slow the hell down.
"slow down daddy."
He smacks my hand away, Sebastian hovers back over me grabbing my chin pulling me towards him." shut the fuck up and take this dick." He begins to cover my chin in a couple of hickies.
He repeatedly hit my g-spot.His strokes began to get more sloppier from my wetness. Sebastian pulled out, rolling me over so I can be on all 4’s. When he put his dick back in, it went in with ease making us both moan. It felt like putting the right puzzle piece in place.
Sebastian pushed on my back so I could arch. Which I proudly, impressive. “You arched that back so good for daddy.” He groaned smacking my ass while thrusting in and out of me. Sebastian grabs my long hair, pulling it while still fucking me. “You love this dick?”
“I love this dick daddy.” I moaned, the hair pulling was a bonus. I felt myself start to release,"I'm about to cum daddy.I love you."
"I love you too babygirl. I'm cumming." Sebastian groaned releasing inside of me then he pulled out. I fall to the bed on my back while he stood in front. Both out of breath, we stared into each other’s eyes.
I sit back up and he leans down. We start kissing passionately, getting ready for round two.
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It was 9:34 a.m. I woke up naked on top of Sebastian. He was caressing my ass softly letting me know he was awake as well.
"Good morning daddy." I whispered kissing his lips.
"Goodmorning babygirl." He whispered back. I cuddled back into his chest, trying to go back to sleep but it wasn't working. I sit on top of him and place my lips on his, kissing him.His hands grips my ass smacking it hard as fuck.
"Owwww babe that hurt!" I whine pulling away from the kiss.
"Sorry baby. I couldn't help myself." He smirked as his hands were still rubbing up and down my body. I lay back beside him softly drawing imaginary shapes on his chest.
"That tickles." He laughed swatting my hand away. "You want to come with me to the gym?"
"Yesss I do." I smiled then rolled on top of him so I could get dressed. He made this trip so much better.
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I had left Sebastian in the room while I went to my photo shoot . Right now I was just sitting down waiting on the next change.
avengers: assemble bitch!
phoria: what is this?
hemmy: the groupchat we forgot to add you too.
liz:so who in here going to the premiere?
RDJ:me
Chadwick:me
Evans: duhh we are required to go liz
liz: shit i forgot it's our movie
rdj: I said me like a dumbass
chadwick: ong
renner: slow asses
scarlett: soooo what you guys wearing?
mackie: a expensive ass suit. I overslept for breakfast, what they have?
Sebastian: if you would've woke yo ass up you would've known.
missnaja: yall doing to much texting. shh
Alexis: yea we tryna sleep.
renner: nope WAKEEE UPPPP
mackie: WAKE UPPP
Hemmy: Wakeee uppppppp
Chadwick: wakieeeee
tessa: chad don't make me hurt you.
mackie:oop not her putting you in check.
liz: ignore my question then.
phoria: well lizzie baby ima wear gold cause me and seb matching.
evans: ooppp
hemmy: damn Seb please start telling her shit.
mackie: you and seb can't go to the premier together because they said it wouldn't look good for the appearance. I tried to argue.
Sebastian: mackiee?! I was going to tell her when she got back. ugh.
phoria: bullshit.
scarlett: i tried to argue too but they said you wasn't a actor. sorry euphoria
alexis: so I can't go with Hemmy?
Tom: 😬, im so late to the convo
Evans: nothing new.
Hemmy: i don't know baby.
sebastian: babe answer the phone.
Tom: what happened?
liz:  I want to go shopping. Euphoria you want to come?
phoria : yes it'll make me feel better.
scarlett: can i come?
phoria: yes🥺
mackie: euphoria im sorry
sebastian: mackie hush next time.
rdj: I wasn't there so Euphoria you're my date. fuck what they have to say.
evans: boom problem sloved.
hemmy: ehh
euphoria: 🥰
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"Don't get me wrong I love rdj so much but I wanted to go with Sebastian." I pout looking through the clothes rack. Right now we were in a random dress store looking for a dress.
"I understanddd. I wanted to go with Paul but they said I have to go by myself." Liz said holding a dress to her chest. "Sometimes I don't like Marvel."
"Do you think Colin would like this?" Scarlett asked holding up a dress. "Not that it matter or anything."
"Oh yea it matters, you really like him!" I gushed making her blush. My phone buzzed showing Sebastian contact pictures. "Hold on guys for a sec!"
"Hello?"
"Thank god you finally want to answer the phone. I'm sorry about what happened in the groupchat. I was going to tell you sooner baby I was."
"It's fine Sebastian , this is your job. I was just the food girl. Maybe we can sit beside each other or something."
"You're are not the food girl, you're my girlfriend Euphoria."
"Um you haven't asked me properly."
"Does it matter?"
"dOeS iT mAtTeR? Sebastian I'm finna hang up."
"No don't hang up. Why do I have to ask when you know what we are??"
"Ughhh. I'm hanging up Sebastian. Figure it out."
"No Euphoria don't-"
I hung up rolling my eyes. Why do he think just because him calling me babe and his girlfriend automatically make us too. No he needs to ask me properly.
"I think he'll love that one Scarlett!!" I pointed at the one she was holding.
"Good! I got what I want let's goo!" Scarlett exclaimed pulling out her wallet so she could pay.
"Oo we should try some food we've never had before?" Liz said and I could hear her stomach growling making me laugh.
"Good Idea."
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Part 8
Good chapter! I’m trying to get better on my smut so yeah.
@majo240820 tagging you so you can come directly to it☺️
I hope everyone enjoyed!
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hoebrowsalad · 14 hours ago
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❝ 𝕞𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕠 ❞ 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥
mcu business!au
steve rogers x reader || strangers to lovers
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The Stork Club and Hotel. Based in Hawaii, shut down in the early 2000s due to debt and tax fraud. Infamous for it's old reputation, a place where to rich and famous met to commit sins of the flesh.
Enter Steve Rogers, a man whose reputation swims in his sea of philanthropy and charity, an industrialist mentored by Tony Stark himself. Now taking the hospitality industry by storm, he re-opens The Stork 20 years later, with the intention of restoring it's former glories. Even is he has to do it himself.
Now enter a young woman who has recently conquered the private sector. Under the heavy gaze of the media, she is seen as a humble genius with a natural knack for all things business. Under the heavy gaze of another, however, she lives for the dark.
She attends the grand re-opening, with one goal: to sin until the sun comes up.
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part 1 || ❝ call me when you want ❞ - coming soon
part 2 || ❝ call me when you need ❞
part 3 || ❝ call me in the morning ❞
part 4 || ❝ call me by your name ❞
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hoebrowsalad · 15 hours ago
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❝ 𝕓𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕕𝕠𝕨 ❞ 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥
mcu college!au
steve rogers x reader || lovers to enemies
bucky barnes x reader || enemies to lovers
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The Stark School for Protectors, a university that schools a select group of students in various fields of study. Tony Stark founded this school when he became the Iron Man and created the Avengers. The initiative hand picks young people from across the world, not only to study, but to earn the opportunity to become a member of the Avengers. The current Avengers consist of The First, Tony Stark, The Captain, Steve Rogers, The Soldier, Bucky Barnes, The Falcon, Sam Wilson, The God, Thor Odinson, The Doctor, Bruce Banner, The Witch, Wanda Maximoff, The Protector, Vision Maximoff, The Hawk, Clint Barton and until her recent tragic death, The Widow, Natasha Romanoff.
The school is filled with students from all walks of life, all of whom share the desire to become an Avenger, all except one young woman, who only applied to the school to escape the poverty that plagued her family. She, unlike everyone else, questioned the Avengers, considered them to be an overrated alternative, and wished to have nothing to do with them. She was to study, graduate, and turn down any offers to be part of The Initiative.
But life never goes according to plan.
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chapter 1 || ❝ according to plan ❞ - coming soon
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0mrs-evans0 · 21 hours ago
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Teacher's Pet (Part 1)
Warnings: smoking
Words: 735
Enjoy the reading!
The school wasn't as big as you expected it. The building was only two stories tall, and it was covered with grey paint from the outside. How can you be comfortable in a place that only brings sadness and bitterness to your mind? Just looking at it made you feel strange. You didn't even want to think what would happen when you get inside.
There was a fairly large sign above the main entrance: 'Learning is the first step to wise decisions'. Immediately you paid all your attention to this. Crossing the threshold of the building was almost a miracle.
All the time you felt the eyes of one of your father's employers, who was also a chauffeur. You thought it would be easier. It was the sixth private school that your father enrolled you in. You knew perfectly that if they kicked you out again, you wouldn't be able to ease his nerves as you had done before.
You looked up at all those new, ugly faces. The other students seemed interested in nothing but you. They made you feel like a recluse. Knew immediately that you wouldn't be able to establish a relationship with any of these idiots. Behind, heard jealous girls talking. It was quite funny from your perspective. They were so unstable about their boys that they took it out on someone they didn't even know. Never thought that wherever you could arouse so much interest in yourself. It flattered you, loved the feeling of the men's eyes longing for you. The corridor you were following was endless. Everything seemed smaller from the outside. You adjusted the hair falling on your exposed shoulders and continued walking in an unknown direction.
You looked again at the phone screen, where the room number was written down. You needed to get there to get your timetable. You pushed the dark wood door, stepped inside, and looked around the office. It was quite large, with a huge desk in the center, behind it sat a slightly grey-haired old lady with a round, plump face and even larger glasses on her nose. She looked a bit like a fly with them. Next to the desk were two cupboards full of blue binders. You studied the room for a moment, ignoring the woman sitting behind the desk.
"How could I help you?" The impatient secretary took the floor.
"Umm, yes... I'm a new student and I need my timetable."
After a while, you were holding it. The gold watch you had on your left hand, indicated that there are only three minutes left before the lesson starts. Despite this, you headed for the school court, sat down in one of the first rows of red chairs, and took a cigarette from your purse. If dad found out you smoked, he would probably kill you.
You didn't think about it for too long, took a deep drag of the cigarette smoke. The feeling in your lungs made you shudder while giving you some strange reassurance. It was so bad, but it relaxed your tired senses so much. You were lighting cigarette after cigarette, regardless of their quantity. You would do anything to feel only the blissful peace that has not visited you for so long. You were tired. So tired.
You didn't even notice that someone sat next to you.
"Aren't you too young to smoke?" A deep voice sent shivers down your spine.
"God! You've scared me!" The man laughed looking straight into your eyes. You felt a flock of butterflies in your stomach. 'He's definitely not a student, he looks a lot older than me'.
"I've never seen you here before..." Blue-eyed smirked. "You probably are this new girl, everyone is talking about."
You didn't say a word, couldn't tear yourself from staring at his irises. They were so incredibly beautiful. Deeper than the ocean. You felt that you could drown in them. Anytime.
"You know the lesson started twenty minutes ago? I don't know how long you sit here, but looking at the cigarette wrapper you are holding, you burned out the whole packet."
"Oh shit! The time is running out so fast! I gotta go." You gave the handsome stranger one last look and started walking towards the entrance to the school.
"That was weird but amazing at the same time."
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buckysbbyy · 22 hours ago
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here, stevie (part 2)
part 1 | part 2
pairings: bucky barnes x reader(established), steve rogers x bucky barnes, steve rogers x reader, stucky x reader (dom!bucky, sub!reader, sub!steve)
synopsis: it’s the morning after bucky invited steve to join the two of you in a spicy encounter. you want more before you even wake up.
warnings: 18+ only! smut, dom/sub dynamics, dom bucky, sub steve and reader, mild somnophilia, threesome, M/M SEXUAL INTERACTIONS, anal sex (m receiving), oral sex (m and f receiving) unprotected penetrative sex, double penetration, degradation, rough sex, ass smacking, daddy kink, thigh riding, pet names, kissing, spitting, cursing.
word count: 3.4k
a/n: bucky calls steve “puppy” bc he’s his pet <3 goals, honestly. this is even filthier than part one, whoops. This took so long to write lol. hope you guys enjoy!
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With Bucky and Steve on either side of you, you were deep asleep. Drifting off sandwiched between them last night, you were having the best sleep you have had in years. Bucky is laying right next to you on his side, his face just a few inches from yours. His metal arm is draped over your waist, securing you and making you feel safe, even in your sleep. Steve is to your back, holding you tight, his face buried in your neck and his arm right next to Bucky’s on your body. With the three of you sound asleep, the only sound in the room was your collective soft breaths. That was until Bucky’s thigh found its way between your legs.
Bucky scooted closer to you in his slumber, extending his arm out further to barely graze Steve’s hip behind you. His knee slowly came between your legs, separating them, and his thigh found its way up until it was against your panties. Even in your sleep, you recognized exactly what was rubbing against you. Your body decided it couldn’t wait to wake you, and your hips started slowly grinding against Bucky’s bare thigh. Quiet moans left your mouth as your panties started to become wet, unbeknownst to you.
As you moved against Bucky’s leg, your ass was pushing back into Steve, whose cock was becoming hard at the sensation. Unlike you, Steve started to wake slowly from the pleasure. His eyes were still closed as he wrapped his arm around your waist tightly, pulling you closer to him. His hips gently pushing against your ass, moving with your motions. Groans began to spill from his mouth as he started to grind against you harder.
The movements and sounds began to wake Bucky, who immediately noticed what you were doing. He was about to scold you until he realized you were still asleep, a smirk creeping across his face as he saw how desperate you were for him before you were even awake. He sat up slightly and noticed Steve grinding against you. Bucky’s metal hand grabbed Steve’s wrist, causing him to sit up a bit and look over you to see Bucky glaring at him.
“Trying to get off from my girl before I’m even awake, punk?” Bucky whispered to him. Steve’s eyes widened, fully awake now. “She started it”, he replied quietly, earning a harsh squeeze to his wrist. Bucky looked down at you, your breaths becoming heavy as you continued to move against his thigh, your mouth still spilling small whimpers and moans into the quiet room. “Maybe so, but she can’t help it. Such a horny little thing for me”, he looked back at Steve who groaned quietly, his hips stilling. “What’dya say we have some fun with her, she how much she can take before she wakes up?” Bucky asks, his pupils blown and his cock rock hard against your stomach. Steve nods eagerly, squeezing your waist tighter. “That’s what I thought. Can’t get enough of her, can you? Hm. I think I’ll be the only one having fun with her at first”. Bucky’s looking Steve in the eyes, his dominance already putting Steve into a submissive state.
Steve’s breath hitches, his cock twitching in his boxers. Bucky pulls Steve towards him by his wrist, their faces hovering over your sleeping body to meet in a kiss. Bucky’s tongue easily dominates Steve’s, his metal hand coming to the back of his head to pull him even closer into him, their lips smashed together in bliss. Steve’s hips begin to move again, his clothed cock grinding against your ass desperately. Bucky’s hand suddenly grips Steve’s hair, pulling him away from his mouth and looking him in the eyes. “Did I say you could hump on my girl, Steve?” Steve’s face almost forms into a pout as he replies. “Please.. please touch me.. need it so bad, sir”.
Bucky’s eyes widen at Steve’s name for him, his hand coming to Steve’s face to find his jaw, squeezing it harshly. “You don’t get to get yourself off, pet”. Steve moaned at Bucky’s words. God, he loved when he put him in his place. “Nobody is cumming before my girl does. Understand?” Steve nodded as best he could with Bucky’s grip on his jaw. “Good boy. Now make yourself useful and do as I say”. Bucky let go of Steve’s jaw, turning to you, seeing you were still trying to chase your release on his thigh under the blankets. “God, she’s so desperate. I can feel how soaked she is through her panties”. Bucky gives you a soft kiss on your parted lips before gently removing the blankets from you and slowly moving you on your back, careful not to wake you yet. He slides your panties down your legs and off your feet, spreading your legs just enough to get a glimpse of your soaked sex.
Steve licks his lips, his eyes glued to your glistening mound. Bucky notices, letting out a dark chuckle. “Don’t think you’re getting a taste of her before I do”. Steve whines as he watches Bucky get on his stomach in front of you, gently kissing your thighs. You moan softly and spread your legs apart for him, as if you know exactly what’s happening. Bucky speaks to Steve, his breath hitting your wet lips. “You can touch yourself as you watch me eat her. But you don’t cum. Understand?” Steve nods enthusiastically. “Yes, sir, thank you”.
Steve takes his shirt and boxers off, letting his throbbing cock free. He positions himself, sitting on his knees beside Bucky, getting a perfect view of what’s about to happen. Steve spits in his hand and grips his cock right as Bucky’s mouth finally latches to your core, pulling moans from both of you. Bucky’s lapping your pussy with his tongue, not bothering to start off slowly. He brings two cold fingers to your dripping core right as he begins to suck on your clit, the pleasure causing you to finally begin to wake you up. “Mmh.. Bucky…” You begin moaning his name in your hazy state, not yet fully awake yet. This only eggs Bucky on, pumping his fingers in and out of you to hit your sweet spot, his tongue moving quickly against your clit. Steve’s cock is oozing precum on the bedsheets from watching you wake up this way.
The sounds of your whimpers are filling the room, along with the squelching of Steve’s hand on his cock and Bucky’s tongue on you. Bucky can feel you squeezing his fingers, making him groan. He removes his lips from you momentarily to speak to you. “Fuck baby, you with me? Gonna cum for me, sweetheart?” Your eyes are still shut but you’re almost completely awake now, gripping Bucky’s hair as your orgasm approaches quickly. “Mmnnm Bucky, fuck, yes…” Your mouth falls open as Bucky thrusts his fingers into you even faster now. “That’s it baby, cum for daddy”. He latches his mouth back onto your clit, sending you over the edge, a wave of pure bliss washing over you. “Oh my god, daddy, yes!” Your back arches, hands pulling Bucky’s hair tightly as he uses his flesh arm to push your body back flat on the bed, demanding you take everything he gives you. Steve is in awe at the sight of you coming on his friend’s fingers. “Holy fuck”, he pants out, his hand moving quickly against himself. Bucky finally removes his mouth from you, wiping his mouth and turning to Steve to tell him “hands by your side”, before moving up to your lips to kiss you.
“Good morning, babydoll”. You smile against his lips, sighing and returning the greeting, still shaking lightly from your orgasm. “You woke us up this morning, you know that baby?”. You shake your head no, slight confusion in your eyes. Bucky chuckles, “You were humping my leg like a little bitch in heat. Rubbing your ass back against Stevie, too”. You look past Bucky to see Steve looking at you, his hard cock against his stomach with his hands by his side, his face red in embarrassment. Your eyes widen as you look back at Bucky, starting to apologize. “I’m sorry, daddy-“ He cuts you off with a kiss, shushing you.
“It’s okay, sweetness. You didn’t know what you were doing, did you? Just a horny little slut for your daddy, hm?” You shake your head yes pathetically as your cheeks start to heat up. “I know it, baby. You’re not in trouble. But you’re gonna finish what you started. Sound fair, baby?” “Yes, daddy”. Bucky smiles and kisses you before replying, “Good girl. Didn’t wanna have to do things the hard way”. He smirks at you, pulling you down the mattress a bit, giving Steve room to sit in front of you.
Bucky turns to Steve then, ordering him. “Get in front of her”. Steve obliges quickly, sitting at the top of the mattress, his red cock in front of your face now. Bucky’s hands find your hips to flip you over and pull your body upon its knees, You start to get up on your hands, but Bucky pushes you back down. “Dumb baby. You can’t suck Stevie’s cock from up there, can you?” You look to Steve, both of you blushing in the presence of each other in this way. This was only the second time this had happened, and the two of you were still shy around each other. You find the courage to look him in the eyes, slowly bringing your hand around his thick member, causing him to suck in harshly. “Hi, Stevie”, you say quietly, grinning softly. Steve brings his hand up to cup your cheek, his thumb swiping across your lips. “Hi, y/n”.
Bucky has removed his clothes now, chuckling darkly as he lines himself up with your hole. “You two are too cute. Just a couple of subby babies, huh?” He grabs your hips tightly then, pushing into you with no warning, your own cum acting as lube. You ground out in surprise, your hand slightly squeezing Steve’s cock, causing him to groan. Bucky stills in you after he bottoms out, leaning forward against your back. “Look at me”. You turn your head, your eyes meeting his as he grabs your cheeks with his flesh hand. He kisses your squished lips quickly before pulling back. “Open”. You stick your tongue out for him, and he spits in your mouth. “Good girl. Now suck his cock while I fuck you”.
You bring your spit-covered tongue to Steve’s cock, licking from bottom to top once before wrapping your lips around the head, his salty taste now coating your mouth as you suck and tease his tip. Steve throws his head back in pleasure as Bucky sits up again and starts to pick up his pace, pounding into you, causing you to moan around Steve. The small vibrations cause him to groan, enticing you to take his whole length in your mouth, his head touching the back of your throat. Bucky groans behind you. “Fuck, doll, never gonna get used to this pussy. Always suckin’ me in so tight, baby”.
Bucky is pounding into you mercilessly, bringing his metal hand to your back to keep you down on Steve’s cock, causing you to choke on his length. Spit is dribbling down your chin, your gags and noises only egging the two men on. Bucky takes his hand off your back and uses both hands to grab your hips, giving you the chance to come up for air. You take Steve’s length in your hand to stroke while you catch your breath, which is hard to do with the way Bucky is fucking you, hitting your spot just right, causing moans to spill from your lips. Steve’s eyes are filled with lust as he watches you get fucked in front of him, his cock twitching in your hand. You look into Steve’s eyes and bite your lip, bringing your mouth back down onto him. You can hear Bucky groaning around you, his hands squeezing you so tight it hurts, but that only turns you on more.
“Such a little whore for your daddy, aren’t you? Choking on Steve’s cock while I’m fucking your little hole. Say it. Say you’re a little whore for me”. Bucky grabs your hair, pulling from Steve’s length to bring you up to his chest, only slowing down his thrusts enough to be able to coax to words from your lips, biting your neck as you speak for him. “I’m- I’m a little whore for you, daddy. I love your cock so much”. You can hardly get your words out between your moaning and your sore throat. “I know it baby. N’you love when we play with Stevie, don’t you? Such a good little pet, isn’t he? I know you do. Go on, tell Stevie you love his cock”. Bucky uses the hand that still has a grip on your hair to turn your head to face Steve.
You look at Steve, his eyes meeting yours, his mouth hung open. His cheeks a shade of pink, his chest rising and falling almost too fast. Bucky smirks darkly at him as you moan out for him, “I-I love your cock, Stevie”. Steve can’t suppress his moan at your words, his hips bucking up slightly, silently begging to be touched again. Bucky chuckles and places a tender kiss on your cheek, talking softly into your ear. “Such an obedient little thing, such a good girl.” “Thank you, daddy”. You turn your head to kiss Bucky’s lips, his tongue slipping into your mouth quickly. You start to push yourself back into him, desperate to be fucked senseless. He grabs your hips, stilling them, and biting your neck. “Patience, little one”.
Suddenly he’s pushing you on your hands again, slipping out of you and giving your ass a harsh smack. He speaks to you simply, “Straddle him”. You quickly oblige, getting on top of Steve, his cock on his stomach, buried underneath your wet mound. He groans out and bucks his hips, pulling a moan from you as his head rubs against your clit. You hear a smack as Steve whimpers, and you realize Bucky has just smacked his thigh. “Don’t be so greedy, pet. You’ll get your pleasure when I say so. Be still”. Steve’s hands are still on your waist as you both sit patiently, waiting for Bucky to give you permission to do anything else.
Bucky reaches into the bedside table drawer, pulling out a bottle of lube. He then leans down to Steve, kissing him deeply, bringing his flesh hand to his throat, squeezing lightly. Steve lets out a soft moan at the feeling. Bucky pulls back from the kiss, looking him in the eyes. “You want my cock, puppy? Want me to fuck you while you’re buried in my girl’s pussy?” The sound that escaped Steve’s throat was unlike anything you’ve ever heard; it was like it was the sound of pure desperation. “God, please, yes, I’ll be so good for you, please”. Bucky chuckles and kisses Steve again, smiling softly. “You’ve been a good boy, Stevie. Don’t worry, you’ll get your treat”. Bucky’s hand comes to cup Steve’s face as he asks, “What’s your safeword?”. Steve answers softly, “Brooklyn”. “Good boy. Knees up, legs spread”.
Bucky sits back up and gets between Steve’s spread legs, your back to Bucky’s front. Bucky gives you a kiss on your shoulder before speaking softly to you. “Sit on his cock”. Before you can respond he’s pushing you down on Steve’s chest. Your face is inches from Steve’s now, his hands finding your ass and squeezing harshly before he’s lining himself up with your tight hole. You can feel his head teasing your entrance, making you whimper, “Please, Stevie, need you so bad”. He brings a hand to the back of your head, pushing your lips into his as he finally pushes himself into you. You moan into each other’s mouths, tongues and lips joining and separating quickly. Steve moans your name quietly, squeezing your ass with the hand that’s still on it.
Bucky coats a single flesh finger along with his throbbing cock with lube, bringing the digit to Steve’s puckered hole to coat. He slowly starts rubbing circles on it, pushing a little in the center, until it’s slipping in easily. Steve moans out, both of his hands on your hips now, letting you ride him ever so slowly as Bucky plays with his hole, squeezing your hips so tight you’re sure it’ll leave bruises. Bucky brings himself closer to Steve, the tip of his cock now brushing against where he needs it most. Bucky looks at Steve over your shoulder, his face already morphed in pleasure. “Ready, pup?”. Steve nods his head eagerly. “Yes, please.. need your cock”.
Bucky smirks as he replies, “Horny baby”. He slowly starts to push the tip in as you continue to move slowly on Steve’s length. Bucky lets out a groan, cursing to himself, as Steve’s hole swallows and squeezes him. He bottoms out and looks to Steve again, seeing his eyes closed in pleasure as his lips are on yours. Bucky slowly starts to move, taking it slow to let Steve get adjusted, but Steve can’t wait. A moan falls into your mouth from Steve, and suddenly his hips are moving, taking turns pushing into your pussy and onto Bucky’s cock. Bucky groans out, his hands going to the back of Steve’s thighs. “Eager little thing. Can’t wait for me to fuck you can you? Horny little puppy desperate for my cock. Now you’re gonna get it”.
Bucky pushes into Steve faster and harder, and you begin to move on his length quicker. Sounds of moans and grunts are filling the room, the air now thick and hot, a thin coat of sweat over the three of you. You’re all moving with each other, the perfect synchronization of you and Bucky fucking him. Steve’s mouth is hung open, the pleasure surging through him is unlike anything he’s ever felt before. Your walls squeezing his cock as his best friend fills up his ass is sending waves of ecstasy through him, and he knows his orgasm is near.
Your clit is rubbing against Steve as you ride him, sending you towards your orgasm quickly. Steve’s lips are on yours still, moans spilling into each other’s mouths. Bucky’s flesh hand suddenly comes down on your ass quickly as his pace increases, fucking Steve faster, his orgasm now near. You moan out loudly as he smacks your ass, the sting only making getting you closer to your release. “Daddy please, again, I’m so close, wanna cum so bad daddy, please!” Bucky chuckles at your desperation as he brings his hand down you again, taking turns on both sides, which are now red. “Yeah, baby, like when daddy smacks your ass huh? Gonna cum all over Stevie’s cock? Go ahead, wanna hear you scream for us. Cum, now”.
Bucky lands a few more blows to your cheeks as your walls squeeze Steve's cock tightly, your orgasm washing over you intensely as you cry out both their names, your body shaking and collapsing onto Steve’s chest as you come down. “Fuck, y/n, oh my god”. Steve moans at the wetness dripping down his cock, his hips now bucking as his cock slides in and out of you, desperately chasing his own release now. Bucky is fucking him with the same agenda, knowing he’s close. “Cum for me puppy, gonna fill this ass up”. Steve whimpers, “C-can’t come in y/n”. Bucky chuckles darkly, looking at him. “Fill her up”.
Bucky’s command pushes Steve over the edge, his hands on your hips keeping you planted on his cock as he shoots his seed into you. “Ahhh, fuck!”. His groans send Bucky right after, his thick ropes of cum filling Steve’s hole. The two of them take a second to catch their breath before Bucky pulls out of Steve and leans down to kiss the both of you. Bucky lifts you from Steve, laying you the mattress next to Steve as he goes to get warm rags for the two of you. “Daddy..”, you call out for him groggily, your post-orgasm haze strongly evident. “I’m right here, princess”. Bucky wipes you off, then moves to Steve to do the same. He lays down next to you, Steve on your other side, pulling thin sheets over the three of you as you all cuddle together. “I love you both”, Bucky whispers, Steve smiling at him and reaching over your body to squeeze his hand. “We love you too”.
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The Sceptre and the Isle- S.R (pt 2)
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ALL PARTS CAN BE FOUND ON MY MASTERLIST -> here
Tags n warnings// Odysseus! Steve Rogers x fem!reader. Angst, fluff, smut in this chapter minors DNI , love triangle, sexism, mentions of war & death & blood, lovers to enemies to lovers I suppose
Summary// the aftermath of Steve’s (the king) return sets in in more than one way. You deal with the impacts of his arrival emotionally and struggle with what it means for your position in posterity to the throne.
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Bleeding hearts and betrayal; Aphrodite’s been busy. There should be a self-help book for women whose husbands have walked through Hades’ house and came out clean on the other side.
After it transpired last night that yes your husband is in fact alive things became... hectic. Wanda and Natasha were quick to clear the party out and to their guest rooms, for which you were grateful because what the fuck just happened?
Now, early sunlight dappling the dimples of your bare shoulders, you lie next to a still sleeping Steve. The scent of lavender hangs in the air, breeze blows gently through the open windows. It’s serene, the morning atmosphere. And against all odds so are you. Cheek carved craters in your pillow from how your head’s turned to watch him. His arm is hooked under your midriff, warm skin against skin; his fingertips pressed lightly lazily over the curve of your side. Your own fingertips graze over his shoulder, arm draped over his chest as it rises and falls. Remaining guests from last nights festivities whom you can only assume scattered at dawn- disbanding at the first scent of scandal as is the nature of any aristocrat- and the expected absence of any palace staff who (like you) had received the shock of the dead appearing alive and well before them, meant that for the first time in many mornings you could actually hear the birds sing outside.
“Mornin’, my darlin.”
His voice is like gravel, throat tossing stones in his sleep. Blue eyes blinking across at yours, warm and soft and sore from picturing you all that time he was away. Steve places his palm to the back of the hand that you’ve curled over his shoulder, fingers fitting perfectly between your own: lock ‘n key. The way he’s smiling at you right now makes you wonder if the stars are shining in your eyes. He snakes his arm from under you, brushes your hair behind your ear. You smile right back.
Turning over onto your back, Steve leans over you to touch his lips to yours. Sunlight bathes your fingers as you brush the tips over his shoulder blades, pulling him closer to you. Settling on one forearm, he holds your face with his free hand and swipes his tongue between your lips. Soft linen sheets under you shift as you wrap your legs around his waist and he moves his hand to brush your night gown up your body.
Light feather kisses along your jawline and down your neck where he buries his face to take in your scent for a moment. His fingers follow the curves of your silhouette stopping to wrap around your thigh. Salt air settles on the mosaic tile; Steve settles between your legs. He circles his thumb over your clit, pressure pulsing harder in your body when he nips and sucks at your neck. Sharp and shallow breaths.
A soft moan escapes your lips: a symphony Steve thinks Apollo couldn’t hope to rival. Its just enough to break whatever control he’s holding onto and he pulls his fingers from you to grip onto your hip, steadying himself against you as he pushes himself in. Hips slotted together like the bricks in the tower of Babylon, the blonde rocks his body against yours still sucking on your neck. He moves with the waves; you sing like the birds.
Sweat glistens on your forehead, dew on morning grass, as you bury your face in the crook of Steve’s neck afterwards. Catching your breath together, yours and his slow in sync. He whispers that he loves you into your hair before you get up and ready for the day.
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Transitioning from tracking tax inflation to planting petunias is like salt to spring water. You fight the resentment of having to fall into line behind your beloved, who seems to have assumed his former position with little thought to the upkeep of it you’ve assumed while he was away.
“Perhaps you’d like a hand, your majesty?”
Thor Odinson: Crete royalty, your neighbour to the west and (up until late) competitor of your hand. The recent departure of his wife made him a favourable suitor with Ithaca’s palace council.
“Your highness, I thought you took your leave this morning?”
“Ah no. My ships captain has been taken ill and so my departure will unfortunately be delayed. I hope my presence won’t impart too much on your family. Here-“ he shifts to your side to helps you manoeuvre a gardening fork between a couple of peonies. His tall and broad figure casts a shadow over the flower bed that shrouds your own. “Does your palace not have servants to perform these menial tasks on your behalf?”
“We do but I much prefer to do this myself, you see. I find it calms me.”
Your reply seems to satisfy him as he hums lowly. When you step back and look up to meet his face, you’re closer to him than you thought.
“That’s an admirable quality, my lady.” Thor smiles at you. His eyes twinkle in the daylight like the andromeda constellation; you don’t know if you should smile back or run the other way. Natasha makes that choice for you when she calls you into the palace halls, your presence requested by the council. Petunias rippling against the breeze, he watches you leave.
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“I’m afraid it is more complicated than that, your majesty. Your prolonged absence has left us wading in uncharted waters. Your lack of a son meant the Queen herself had to assume a position of royal absoluteness... and I suppose that a lot more of your constituents approved of her reign than we initially anticipated.” Coulson delivers the message with conviction, however his assured disposition is betrayed by how his hands rub together, anticipating a volatile reaction.
Steve seems as perplexed as you. “And what exactly does that mean, Senator?”
The council exchanges apprehensive glances. They seem to pass the responsibility of replying from one to the other like hot coal. Fury is first to speak, ever the horse that takes himself to the water, decides himself to drink.
“Despite what we have gained in terms of population, our losses still remain innumerable. And while the Isle is nothing if not blessed to receive back our true king, it is an undeniable fact that public opinion majorly sides with our Queen remaining primary ruler of the citadel.”
In all the great orchestral pieces, theres always a few seconds of quiet before the melody drops. So when the room erupts into chaos, obnoxious voices reverberating from the stone arches like notes being passed in class, you’re thankful for the moment of silence that preceded it.
“He is the king, Hill. To deny him the throne is treason!”
“And what kind of a message does it send to our enemies to have a woman leading our people and her husband on the sidelines?!”
“Nevertheless, we can’t ignore the facts: the people’s loyalties lie with her majesty!”
“Even you have to admit it, May: the Queens situation was never supposed to be permanent.”
In light of your lover’s return, your dynasty has crumbled to the ground in a heap of rock and ash, ornaments of your success once brandished in gold and silver now melted to metallic syrup. And in the wake of the rubble, cast in marble that death itself could not crack, Steve Rogers stands his ground.
There’s a saying passed around in Ithaca. One that came from an old philosopher, Hesiod.
It will not always be summer; gather the harvest while you can.
You think this wisdom applies to your predicament. Only, you can’t quite figure if the summer is the memory of your short lived reign or Steve. Steve with golden hair falling away from a sun kissed face; the freckles in his smile and all the spring seasons you’ve shared. A soul with whom your life starts and your autonomy ends. A man who has taken your love as willingly as he has taken your freedom. Someone whose very presence here and now marks the end of your acknowledgment as anything but a trophy wife.
Where’s Hera to bless the home and hearth when you need her?
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I’m gna introduce Bucky and Sam real soon guysss <3
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Promise - Steve Rogers x Reader
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 1
summary: After 80 years of denying your past, you were forced to come back to Brooklyn to say the last goodbye to your best friend. You didn’t realize you were going to meet him again.
Your memories of the period of time you spent between the rows of hydra were painfully vivid. You were not like the other ones. After bombarding the camp where you were looking for your friends you lost your consciousness, and woke up in the middle of a cold, white, empty room. Tied up in an old stretcher whose handcuffs were almost tearing your limbs apart. You did nothing. Paralyzed by the thought od your friends being possibly dead. You did not care at all about where and why you were in that horrific place. Your thoughts were about them. The seconds looked like days while you were staring at the yellowish ceiling above you. There was mold. It was leaking water. You had to be underground, you thought. You focused on the jingle of the falling drops in order to keep you sane. The silent sound of the drops was overpowered by a creepy sound of footsteps, and you were capable of hearing just one person. Then, a tall and slender man, covered in a white uniform, started looking at you. He did not seem to want to be there, too.
“I’m sorry young lady”. There was an expression of sorrow in his face. You turned around just a little, enough to see a drip next to your bed. A weird, blue liquid was being injected into your right arm, directly in your veins. It was almost finished. “How long have I been here?”, you asked, incredulous.
“5” his voice was quiet, tired.
“Five hours?”, you argued, trying to release you form the tight laces.
“Weeks, lady. Weeks”. You could not utter a word. Five weeks. You had been in this catatonic state for over a month. Everybody will have thought me dead. My mom and dad will have cried me. Steve and Bucky. Were they alive? Was Steve alive? You turned to see this man’s face and looked at him, trying to meet his eyes. A whisper was the only thing that came from your mouth: “Help me, please”. He tried to hide it, but the sadness in his pupil betrayed him. While a single tear wiped his face. He told you that he could not see another person destroyed by his work. He was a scientist, not a murdered, he told you. His voice was low, but it felts like desperate screams to you. His anger was palpable. He quickly you, his steps were terrified, his legs shaking while you both ran towards a tiny little brownish door in the back of the room. You surpassed many corridors before finding an exit. You were still in shock by what he told you, and you could hear your heart pump the blood into your veins extremely hard. Something never happened before. Your steps were quicker, you felt lighter, your arms stronger. “Listen to me lady. There is a forest not far away from here. I cannot give you any car, otherwise you could be too visible. You need to hide and run away. Run as fast as you can, you will surprise yourself about how fast you can now go. Trust me. I am sorry. If it were not for me all of this would not have happened. The Germans.”, you nodded your head, trying to process all of that information all in once. He then continued: “They were recruiting people to experiment a serum. To improve their chances of victory they wanted to create a mortal army of super soldiers. I told them that the serum was still uncompleted. We have no time left, they said. There was other 23 people like you. They all died withing the first two days. The unlucky ones lasted a week. Then there was you, the only women. And another young man. He woke up yesterday. I could not think of another person being tortured and used that way. I had a daughter. I could not see them making those things to you. Run little one. Run. Never mention this to anyone. Traitors are among us always. Fly away”. These were his last words. And you ran, You did run indeed. For miles and miles, without getting ever tired. Instead, your body felt like he was set on fire. Your ribs were burning, and your feet were now moving unconsciously. You remembered each day of that escape. That is how you ended up in Italy. You never came back to America, you let the picturesque landscapes of the Italian countryside heal you. And now you were here in America again.
For Sarah, you told yourself again.
The church where the funeral took place was very familiar to you. You used to go there with your families every Sunday, along with Steve and Bucky. But now was very different. Extremely different. You sad at the very corner of the building. Trying to avoid any attention, trying to avoid looking at the white coffin in the middle of the aisle. It was decorated with bright red roses. Her favourites. A little smile appeared on your face when Sarah’s niece mentioned how she was during her youth. She was like those scarlet roses, bright, passionate but she would also sting you if you could not know how to take her. Your beautiful red rose. After the first person stopped talking everybody came out f the church, slow and weeping steps. You waited until everybody was out to go say her goodbye. Tears began to fill your face as you walked at her candid casket. Pure as she was. Caressing the flowers in front of you, a tear touched the cold wood while you whispered: “We will see each other again, my best friend. I’m sorry”. You took a deep breath and gently turned around, decided to go back to drown in your own loneliness.
The moment you looked up your eyes met pupils so blue that they were unforgettable. The blue colour of the sea, of the sky, the blue with which artists paint freedom.
“Is that you?” a deep voice thundered.
You froze. Your lungs tried to catch as much air as they could to fill them while your chest was getting up and down quickly, desperate for breath.
“Steven”. This was the only word that you could pronounce. You stared at each other for a long moment: he was taller than the last time you saw him. He was much, much taller than you. His muscles were big and defined, the black, expensive suit he was wearing fit him perfectly. His face was changed, too. He went through a lot. But his eyes always remained the same. That was the only thing that made you recognize him.
He was in shock. He came for greeting for the last time his best friend and found you here. “Y-You were dead”. His voice was broken. He thought that you were changed, too. He scanned you. He thought you weren’t aged a minute. You looked gorgeous as always. He remembered you like a child, but he was now standing in front of a woman. The tight midi black dress you were wearing was holding your curves tight, the black, pointed heels elongated your silhouette. Your long brunette hair covered your shoulders.
“Steven I-I”. All you could do was nothing. nothing but standing straight, unable to move. You tried to open your mouth, a second later you felt crushed under his high body. You wrapped your arms on Steve’s neck so tight, as he was hugging your tiny waist. This moment seemed like an eternity. For this single moment you found peace. Steven. Your Stevie was back with you. Again. For this single moment you forgot your loneliness. You brushed your cheek on his shoulder and mumbled “I missed you”. You felt his face detach rom yours. He said nothing, stayed silent. But his glossy eyes shouted, they told a completely different story.
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The Pain of Love
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female Reader
Word Count: 1,900
Rating/Warnings: E (18+), smut, hurt comfort, angst, description of injuries and mention of weapons and violence.
Summary: Tending your wounds from a fight you're not sure you've won, Steve arrives uninvited to your apartment. He helps clean you up but will his presence only cause you more pain? (Takes place before cacw)
A/N: Thank you to @barnessupremacy for both inspiring and supporting me to write for Steve.
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The face staring back at you barely recognisable, the purple spreading across your eye, down your cheek, swelling at the cut near your brow, your lip split, pretty sure your tooth cracked though you prayed it was just the ache of your battered jaw. The bruising trailed over your body, you turned this way and that, looking at them in front of the mirror, assessing the damage. A map of carnage half hidden by your cami. Definitely cracked ribs, scrapes on your hands, knees. It really didn't feel like you'd won the fight. You weren't really sure you had.
You'd discarded your outer clothes slowly and painfully before dumping the contents of your pharmacy run on the vanity. Bandages and antiseptic to try and clean yourself up, strong painkillers too though you were depending on the large scotch you'd poured until they kicked in.
Life after the Avengers was supposed to be easier, safer. But then you had chosen to freelance, you had chosen this case, to confront a group of very violent men alone. Investigating security breaches, corporate espionage of course came with risk, but a breeze compared to saving the world. Though back when you were your backup had been a group of exceptional individuals with unlimited resources. It wasn't easy to walk away, everyone made an effort to ask you to stay, more out of politeness than genuine need, after all whatever you offered the team was hardly unique and easy enough to replace. You couldn't stay, it had gotten too hard. Not to fight. Not to get up and face unknowable foes. No, you couldn't be near him and not be with him. Not anymore. Steve was the reason you joined, he was the reason he left. At first you convinced yourself it was a silly crush, though soon you realised it was so much more, not just one side and that made it was harder to brush off. Every time you thought you were moving forward, he'd pull back. You couldn't compete with ghosts. So, breaking your own heart, you walked away.
Sighing as you stretched, testing out the ache and strain of your muscles, you picked you a cotton ball, dabbed it to the bottle of antiseptic then to your knuckles, cursing the sting and the situation. A few knuckles and string of expletives later you heard something. Gathering your drink, you moved out to the hallway, waited, listened and there a few moments later - three quiet but distinct raps. You placed your glass on the hall table, exchanged it for your Glock and made your way to the door. Heart hammering, wondering how the hell the guys from earlier got your address, you hadn't been followed, maybe you had and you were simply distracted by your injuries to notice. You removed the safety as you peered through the peephole.
An unimpressed chuckle escaped you, rattled against your tender ribs, you flipped the safety back on on twisted the door handle. Letting the door swing open as you made your way back through the hallway, dropping the gun with a clunk before snatching up your drink and going back to the bathroom. He followed. You'd taken up the cotton ball to continue tending your wounds when his reflection appeared in the mirror. Hands in pockets he leaned against the door jamb, his plain t-shirt stretching across his biceps, he'd taken off the jacket (probably hung neatly on the hook by the door).
"Should I ask?" He blue eyes finding yours in the glass. "Are you okay?"
"You should see the other guy." your smirk quickly followed by a wince as the antiseptic hit your skin.
He walked towards you, his tall broad frame filling the space and towering over you, "I don't care about the other guy." His hands went to your waist, picking you up he placed you next to the sink, then took the cotton ball from your hand and carefully began pressing it to your cut. "It looks pretty bad, maybe we should get you to a medic."
"It's fine. This is how non superhumans look after a fist fight."
He ignored you, though you caught the slight arch of his brow. He continued to clean the wound, moving closer to attend it better, his firm body close enough that you could feel the heat, heart hammering once more when he blew gently across the gash, his lips almost brushing your skin.
"Why are you here Steve?"
"I came to convince you to come back home."
"It's not home Steve. It is a compound where colleagues live and train."
"It's my home." a soft whisper, and you know your words had stung. Regret and the throb of your heart ate at the silence.
"I can't."
"Why?" His hands resting either side of you as his blue eyes searched yours.
"I'll get hurt if I stay."
"You're hurt now."
"That's not how I mean." It was your turn to whisper, "You'll hurt me." His frown was instant, expression pained as if you stabbed him square in his gut. "I want to build a future and you're always looking to the past." His eyes scrunched shut as you twisted the knife.
He said nothing just gathered a clean cotton ball, kneeled down and started to tend to your knees, one hand underneath cupping your calf keeping you still as he dabbed at the scrapes. Then after the longest time he simply said, "I want you home."
You both stayed silent as he finished his task. You gulped the last of the scotch while his fingers danced over your skin seeking out damage, once all cuts and grazes had been cleaned, he started examining your bruises. Gently moving limbs, this way and that, checking for more sinister injuries, broken bones, his hands finally finding their way back to your waist. You winced as his hands pressed against you, carefully he tugged the cami up to expose the bruise blossoming over your ribs, his fingers touching so tentatively, "I think they are broken."
"Cracked maybe."
"We need to go to a hos-"
"Steve I'm fine," reaching for his cheek, try as you might you couldn't hold back, the wall you'd build weak and crumbling and tears filled in your eyes. He broke your gaze, focusing back on your torso, leaning forward placing his lips to the spot, kissing across your broken body. You didn't stop him, instead carded your fingers through his blond hair. He stood then, to kiss your lips. It was soft and sweet and everything you'd imagined. But you had imagined more, you spread your legs tempting him closer, kissing him back more forcefully. He returned the urgency, though the yelp as your split lip was disturbed slowed you both. Steve's fingers inched up under your shirt, pushing it up, breast now exposed to the air you ached wanting him so desperately to touch you there, he's hesitating, knowing that once the move was made he couldn't go back. The line irrevocably crossed. Maybe you should have hesitated too, instead of running head on into the danger you had tried to escape, but now in the moment you didn't care. You wanted him, yearned for him.
When his thumb grazed your nipple, you shivered and melted into him, arms around his thick shoulders. His large hands becoming more assured, cupping and squeezing, you groaned as he rolled the pebbled peaks. As wonderful as it was, each and every movement fuelled your desperation and his too. He tugged up your vest, pulling it over your head, quickly followed with the removal of his own. His tanned chilled muscles beautiful and perfect but you focused on his belt buckle, fumbling to unfasten it. Steve was back kissing you, his firm flesh hot next to yours, his hands cradling your head as yours dipped down the front of his trousers and felt the hot firmness there. The evidence of his own yearning. Deep growls emanated from his chest as you stroked his hard cock, hand encircling his shaft pumping up and down. Steve lips broke their connection, resting his forehead to yours, eyes closed, lost to the pleasure of your touch.
"Let's go to the bedroom," you shook your head and gently squeezed him, "I can be more careful then."
"No, here." You knew it was probably a better idea to let him take you to bed, let him love you so softly and sweetly yet it was fear that stopped you. Fear that once you left the confines of the small bathroom the spell would be broken, and his reservations would take charge. You needed him, right then and there - and that was what you told him.
His hands dropped and hooked into the underwear, pulling them from you, then returned to his space between your legs, his fingers finding your clit, circling the sensitive nub before delving deeper, teasing your entrance. Head hazy from lust and medication, the ache and pains of your body were nothing to the needy tension coiling in your core, desire ever growing, consuming every thought and feeling. Your mewling caught by Steve's mouth when his fingers entered you, first one then the other, twisting and flexing and working you open. All the while your hands roamed his body, unable to settle - tangled in his hair, swept across the taught muscles of his back, down over his abdomen to the fine fair hair near his pelvis. You needed all of him, spent so long willing him to you and now you had him the very way you wanted most, and you couldn't get enough.
"I need you." you whimpered.
He removed his hands, pushed down his khakis and boxers, you wanted to see all of his magnificent, but his lips never left you, your tongues engaged in a dance he wasn't willing to end. It was a small sacrifice for soon you felt the tip against you, moving up and down your wet slit till neither of you could stand it any longer, he pushed forward. Your cunt wet and wanton still needed to stretch to accommodate his size, gradually inching his way into you, you're lightheaded and starry eyed when he finally reached the hilt.
He rocked slowly, his movements hesitant not you thought from the act but from his unwillingness to cause your battered body more discomfort. You settled your hands on his broad shoulders, encouraging him with your touch, your moans. It may have been that or the firm grip of his desire that caused him to quicken. Each thrust more wonderful than the next. Steve grabbed at the thickness of your thigh, pushing your leg out and up, you screamed not from the jolt to your tender ribs but from pure ecstasy, the new angle tilting you just right so his hard cock rubbed against that most magical spot. Again and again, thrust after thrust and the tight coil snapped and came for him, once and twice before he stiffened and throbbed within you.
Panting, Steve's head rested on your shoulder, his lips puckering now and then against your skin, you kissed him too, pecks to the side of his face, temple, hair.
"Are you okay?" his asked, voice raspy.
"I will be."
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fawneii · a day ago
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𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬
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ours  [oneshot] 1,154 words ✿ + bucky barnes
bucky and steve had been away on an eight day mission, they come back to a bratty, distraught [reader]. 
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Teacher's Pet (Prologue)
Warnings: none
Words: 445
Summary: Baby, can you meet me tonight in detention?
I can feel your blood pressure rise, fuck this tension
Let me crawl up into your mind, did I mention?
~The text is from "Detention" by Melanie Martinez~
Teacher!Steve Rogers x Student!Reader
Steve got up today, totally hungover. Being at the club, he knew perfectly well how his trip would end, but he did not expect it to be so bad the next day. His head was throbbing so badly that he couldn't focus on his own thoughts. The weather outside didn't make him feel any better. The pouring rain only increased the pain in his temples. Even that, he got up at 6:30 to get ready for the next day at work.
He was a teacher by a true calling, he treated all students as his good friends. Perhaps that was the reason why they loved having classes with Mr. Rogers so much. With a slight daze, he entered the school building to direct his steps towards the staff room. Not every co-worker treated him with due respect. Most teachers thought he was a piece of shit, too soft with young people.
"Y/n  Y/l/n" Mrs. Warren stopped next to her desk, put her hands on the hips, and looked at the file with pity. Finally, she shook her head. "Why are the worst students always assigned to us?"
"What are you talking about?" Asked Steve, he was fed up with other teachers treating him like a henchman. "Don't you hear the news?" His colleague forcibly asked. Steve, didn't care at all about gossip stuff.
"I'm missing everything here, so no! I didn't hear any rumors. "We have a new student." Mrs. Warren replied. "I feel like we're going to have a lot of problems with her."
"And why is that?" He asked the question with boredom while running his fingers through his hair. "I guess a girl can't be that problematic."
"You don't even know how wrong you are." She smiled ironically. "Why do you say that?" His hunger brain was unable to accept any more information. He rubbed his tired eyes, it was seven-thirty, and all he wanted to do, was go home, a can of his favorite beer accompanied by salted peanuts. He felt this day couldn't be worse.
"Well..." Mrs. Warren swallowed. "She was expelled from five schools. Do you still think that she's not gonna make problems?"
Steve was unable to answer her. That he was speechless is an understatement. The man was so shocked that if he would be drinking something at this time, he would certainly have spit right into the smiling face of his coworker. He had not expected this. Is it even possible? Get kicked out of five schools? He couldn't wait to meet this mysterious schoolgirl.
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thelemonadestxnd · a day ago
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inspired by all heaven in a rage, chapter 11 https://jtargaryen18.tumblr.com/post/616776407605035008/all-heaven-in-a-rage-chapter-11-story-rating
This is my favorite fic, everyone should read it.
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Peggy Carter One-shots/drabbles
* = smut ^ = angst • = fluff ☠️ = dark themes/fic
Birthday cake | Peggy and you celebrate your birthday*
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Pairing: Dark!Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 3.2k
Summary: You told him you’d never love him. He took that as a challenge.
Warnings: ⚠️18+, Noncon touching, Dubcon smut (loss of virginity, rough sex), psychological punishment (isolation), slapping, innocence/corruption kink, referenced obsessive/stalker!Steve, serial killer Steve?
Note: I guess writing all those head canons for SUNSHINE got me back on my psycho Steve bullshit. So now I present: the darkest character I’ve written (and he's still kind of soft maybe). This is my second entry for @stargazingfangirl18 's 5k soft dark challenge! I chose the quotation “Shhh, sweet girl, it’s okay, I promise you’ll learn to love me,” the Innocence/Corruption kink, and an implied obsession/stalker au.
Congrats again, Siri! You deserve every follower and MORE.
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“Shhh, sweet girl, it’s okay, I promise you’ll learn to love me,” he cooed into your ear as you flailed against him. “Just remember, you chose this.”
It was so cliché that if you weren’t so fucked, you’d have rolled your eyes.
The past few days had every trope a novice horror writer would include in a first draft screenplay: a spring break vacation, a handful of college kids, your best friend’s boyfriend’s uncle’s cabin in the woods, excessive alcohol consumption, a recently escaped serial killer. For fuck’s sake, you were even a virgin.
The first two days were spent drinking and swimming in the nearby lake. Then on night three, Nate thought it would be a great idea to tell scary stories.
You all huddled together in the living room, drinking spiked hot cocoa, soaking in the comforting and warm orange glow of the fire. The flickering flames made shadows on the walls dance, distorting any suspicious movement that might have been noticed otherwise.
Nate didn’t get three sentences into his story before a throwing knife lodged itself deeply into his shoulder. Panic was met with screams that spread throughout the cabin. Mugs of cocoa were dropped, and bodies collided as people tried running for different exits. But everyone stopped when a man entered the cabin, doing nothing to make his presence a mystery. If anything, he looked excited.
You recognized him immediately. His mugshot was all over the news, and it was the reason you were hesitant to even go on this cursed trip.
“I’m going to cut right to the chase,” his voice only added to the heavy tension in the room. His sharp eyes looked around until he found you and his lips curled into a smirk, and left you wanting to flee. He pointed at you. The dread that washed over you was so deeply felt, it was as though your entire being was sucked into a black hole.
“You come with me, or I kill your friends.”
You blanched at him.
“I won’t ask again,” his gaze burned your soul.
When you didn’t move, he rolled his eyes and pulled out a long hunting knife from his belt and walked towards Emily, who backed into the wall. You knew he wasn’t bluffing. The crimes he’d been incarcerated for were harrowing: seven confirmed murders, all young women, all done horrifically slow.
“Stop, please!” you cried out and he did as you asked, his hunting knife inches away from Emily’s pretty green eyes.
Steve smirked and beckoned you towards him. Your legs felt like jelly, and you struggled to find the strength to stand.
“Oh sweet girl,” he murmured when you stumbled. He walked towards you and yanked the knife out of Nate’s shoulder along the way, causing the younger man to let out a pained grunt. He put away both knives and effortlessly scooped you up.
Your friends didn’t even protest as he took you out of the cabin.
He carried you down the road where a truck was hidden behind some large bushes.
Steve wordlessly placed a pillowcase over your head, and you began crying. He said nothing as he bound your arms and legs before gently laying you down in the backseat of his truck. Any will you might have had to fight was gone.
He drove for an agonizingly long time, but you didn’t want him to stop. Stopping meant you were one step closer to whatever gruesome fate he had planned for you. It was inevitable though, and eventually, he turned off the truck. He carried you, the sounds of his footsteps changing from crunching leaves to even thuds on what was likely wooden floorboards. He tossed you onto a bed before removing your bindings and taking the pillowcase off your head.
That’s when you started to flail.
“... Just remember, you chose this.”
“You didn’t give me a real choice,” you screamed. He held you down with ease, his thick muscles rippling under his pale skin.
“Maybe not,” he hummed. He held your wrists together over your head in one hand as the other traveled down your trembling body. You started to sob when you felt him cup your pussy, a finger running over your folds through your panties. “Don’t cry, baby. I can make your first time good.”
“How did you-
“I’ve been watching you for awhile,” he said lazily, finger still stroking your pussy, causing you to become wet-- a natural reaction, you reminded yourself. “Saw you at a gas station a month ago. You helped an old woman with directions. It was… sweet.”
Your tears never stopped falling and he glanced at you with surprising softness.
You yelped when you felt him move your panties to the side and gently prod at your entrance with a calloused finger. Your survival instincts flared back to life, and you jabbed a knee into his side. He groaned and let go of your wrists so he could slap you, hard. It left you dazed, the white hot feeling on your cheek blooming into a dull ache.
“I don’t want to be cruel to you, but I will be if you make me,” he growled.
You tried to run but he grabbed you before you could even get off the bed and pinned you into the mattress.
“Last warning sweet girl,” he sneered into your ear, his hot breath making your skin crawl. “I can make you scream in pain or beg for more. Either way, you’re going to be cock drunk and in love once I’m done with you.”
You balked at him before your fear ridden gaze bled into hatred.
“You fucking psychotic monster. How the fuck do think I’ll ever love you. Fuck you,” you spat.
Steve got up suddenly, and you were certain he was going to kill you and just fuck you after.
“We’ll see,” was all he said before leaving the room and slamming the door shut. Based on the sound it made, it was heavy. There was no way you could break it down.
With nothing to do, you looked around. The room was sterile, bland. It had the basics: a bed, table, dresser, and a bathtub, sink, and toilet in the corner. Nothing to offer privacy. There were no windows, and like you anticipated, the door wouldn’t budge. One of the walls had a strange metal panel with a handle, but it ended up being a trash chute or something. Unfortunately, it was too small for you to fit through.
You sat on the bed and wondered what Steve had planned for you. Every scenario had your heart pounding, and you could feel your chest trembling as you fell asleep and remained trembling when you woke up some time later.
How much time had passed was a mystery to you. With no windows and no clock, you had no idea how long you’d been missing. Surely by now, your friends had gone to the police. Surely, they could find you soon? With nothing else to do, you fell back asleep.
The door creaking open woke you up, but before you could even panic, something was tossed into the room before the door closed once more.
On the floor were two grocery bags and upon further inspection, they were filled with vitamins, meal bars and fresh fruit, a plastic cup, and basic toiletries: toothbrush and toothpaste, 2-in-1 shampoo and conditioner, a bar of soap, a couple rolls of toilet paper, and a box of pads.
You realized with rapidly sinking dread he meant to keep you there for a while.
That was approximately four to five months ago. You didn’t know for sure, your only gauge of time were how many periods you had. Though your cycle wasn’t a perfect 28 days, it was still close to monthly.
Within that time frame, you hadn’t seen Steve once. Occasionally, the door would open, but before you could even call out to him, a bag of supplies was tossed into the room and the door slammed shut.
The first couple weeks of your captivity were spent nearly immobilized by fear and curled on the bed, not knowing if Steve was just biding his time, letting you marinate in your torment.
You could only spend so much of your time scared before it became your new normal. When your newfound numbness took over, you spent your waking hours pacing the room and reading the ingredients on the various toiletry bottles or meal bar wrappers over and over again. You talked to yourself out loud, needing something, anything to fill the space. Sometimes you’d scream for hours on end until your throat felt raw, hoping someone might hear you.
No one was ever listening.
On and on it went, and you wondered if this was how the rest of your life was going to play out.
It wasn’t until you began to look forward to the days when the door creaked open that you realized how far you’d fallen. Sometimes, you’d catch a glimpse of his boot, and it almost felt like company. It bothered you at first, the excitement you felt when the door opened. But when it became your only source of joy, you accepted it.
You began to beg him for something, anything, just incoherent pleas and sobs that tumbled out of your mouth the moment the door opened. The answer was always the same: a loud slam to silence your hope.
Several door-openings went on like that.
You couldn’t take it, the silence too thick, the walls too empty.
You began to live near the door. Whether you were awake or asleep, you were slumped against it, only getting up to drink, use the toilet, or take a quick bath.
Patience was a virtue, and it finally paid off. After about eight sleeps, the door opened and you immediately wedged your body between it and the frame, risking being crushed should Steve have shut it too fast.
He looked surprised, and you saw a hint of anger in his eyes. You didn’t care. Seeing another face, even his, felt divine.
“No, no I’m not trying to run away,” you pleaded, and he looked at you, perplexed.
If only to prove your point and show him how good you wanted to be, you scurried back into the room. When he followed you inside, you had to stop yourself from running into his arms.
“I just… I can’t,” you sobbed.
Steve’s face softened when he saw tears roll down your cheeks.
“Oh, sweet girl,” he murmured and you cried even harder, the sound of another voice like music to your ears.
You didn’t pull away when he gathered you in his arms and rocked you soothingly. No, you welcomed his touch, though part of you wanted to run. You silenced those thoughts.
So captivated by his warm embrace, you didn’t notice he was moving you towards the bed until the backs of your calves hit the mattress. You let him push you down until you were laying flat, where he caged you in with his body.
“I told you,” he smirked and dipped his head to capture your lips in a hungry kiss, one you readily returned. You snaked your arms around his neck and he hummed against you, putting a little more of his weight on you.
You didn’t have it in you to protest, only enraptured by not feeling alone for the first time in god knows how long.
He broke away from the kiss first, and you whined a little when he did, earning an affectionate smile from him.
“Are you going to be good for me, now?” he asked, cupping your cheek gently. It was the same one he slapped long ago, and you wondered if he did it on purpose, like he was saying sorry.
“Yes,” you breathed and a low growl rumbled from his chest as he began to pull your clothes off.
You felt your skin heat up, eager to let him fulfill the promise he made before he left you alone, but still nervous.
“I… I don’t know how…” you whispered once you were nude, and Steve smiled at you.
“It’s okay, sweet girl. I’ll take care of you,” he said as he nuzzled the crook of your neck, nipping the skin there before sucking softly. “I'm gonna fuck you so good, you’re going to wonder how you lived without me until now.”
You whimpered at his dark vow and he began his slow descent down your body, leaving kisses in his wake. He latched onto a nipple, gently massaging the other breast with one hand while the other prodded at your folds. You moaned when you felt the rough pad of a finger rub your clit.
Lower and lower he went before you could feel his breath on the thatch of curls above your mound. He didn’t keep you waiting for long until his tongue dipped into your slit.
Arching your back, you let out a hedonistic moan and ran your hands through his thick hair. His beard tickled the sensitive skin around your cunt, only adding to the experience.
He ate you out with near aggressive hunger, and it took little time for you to be thrown over the edge. He didn’t relent his attention on your clit, even after your orgasm subsided. It was almost painful.
“Steve, please!” You keened and he finally let go of your sensitive nub with a pop of his mouth.
“I’ve been fucking waiting to hear you beg,” his growled and he was quickly on top of you once more, smashing his lips to yours in a violent kiss. You could taste yourself on him. “I’m gonna ruin you,” he muttered as he lined his cock up to your dripping entrance.
You hoped he would be gentle but he wasn’t. In a sharp thrust, he fought his way inside you and you screamed.
“Hurts,” you whined and he peppered kisses along your jaw and neck, ceasing his violation of you once he was as deep as he could go.
“It’ll feel good in a moment, sweet girl,” he murmured almost gently before he rolled his hips, his cock nearly leaving your tight cunt before he plunged back inside. You whimpered at the feeling, but he maintained his slow pace.
When your pained gasps turned into moans, Steve thrusted harder.
“Mine,” he growled as his hips crashed into yours, his cock hitting places so deep inside you, you knew you wouldn’t be able to walk after he was done.
“Steve,” you cried, not knowing what you were asking for.
“I got you, sweet girl,” his voice was husky, and he got up, leaning back on his haunches, one arm holding your hips in place as he continued pounding into you. From this angle, he could see himself spearing into you, your perfect cunt stretched around him. There was a bit of virgin blood on his cock, and the sight fueled him to continue his mission to desecrate your innocence.
He used his free hand to thumb circles onto your clit, and it was enough to pull you into another orgasm. You clenched around his length, as though your body was trying to keep him from leaving.
“Fuck!” Steve grunted and you felt a surge of warmth fill you, causing you to gasp.
He stayed in you for a moment, savoring the feeling of your pussy around him, before gently pulling out of you, admiring the mixture of blood and cum dribbling out of your abused hole. He tenderly wiped you down with your shirt and tossed it aside before laying next to you and pulling you close to him. He couldn’t help but smile when he felt you curl into his side, your head resting on his chest.
You noticed the scars that littered his torso and you had to assume he got them in prison. His heart was beating as fast as yours was, and you listened to the sound while you traced some of his scars with your fingers. He nearly purred at the sensation, so you felt compelled to continue.
“I wanted to last longer, but I’m a bit out of practice,” he murmured. “We got time though. I’m gonna break in your body so good.”
Those didn’t sound like the words of someone who wanted to kill you, but perhaps this was only until he got bored of you.
“Are you going to kill me?” You needed to know.
“No,” he said after a moment.
You knew asking questions wasn’t the best idea, but isolation and curiosity got the best of you.
“Why?” You whispered.
The silence in the room was so thick, it was suffocating. You nearly cried, never wanting to experience the sound of nothingness ever again.
“I didn’t do it,” Steve said after a moment. It wasn’t what you were expecting him to say, and you looked at him.
“What?”
“I didn’t kill them.” His eyes were staring at the ceiling. “I don’t know who did, but it wasn’t me.”
You furrowed your brows.
“Then why did you take me?”
You could hear the deep rumble in his chest as he chuckled mirthlessly.
“I was incarcerated over a decade ago,” he sighed. “Nothing will ever give me back what I lost. It wasn’t just time. It was my family, my friends, my future.”
You could hear the resentment dripping from his words like venom.
“When I escaped that hell hole, I was about ready to do what I was falsely accused of, if only to make the time I lost worth it,” his grip tightened around you, and your breath hitched. He relaxed a little when he felt you tense up.
“And then I saw you, with your doe eyes and sweet smile. You were… good,” Steve looked at you as he rubbed soft circles into your back. “I followed you around for a few weeks, getting to know you. I began to… need you. Even if I could prove my innocence, I still wasted over a decade of my life. I lost everything. After all that, I deserve you.”
His gaze was possessive, raw, but it set your soul on fire in a way that felt as good as it was dangerous.
“I didn’t like keeping you alone for so long, but it was for our own good. You needed to see what we could be,” he said. “But now we can be happy together.”
He pulled you up and kissed you, relaxing when you returned his affection.
Part of you knew he was unhinged, but that part seemed to have atrophied during the last few months. The way he held you, looked at you like you were his entire world… you never felt so wanted. So needed.
You weren’t sure if he was lying about his innocence or not... but for the fragile few moments he held you, you didn't want to think about it. You could deal with the chaos that would ensue in the coming storm, but until then, you'd bask in the calm while you had it.
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Note: Is he lying to her? Is he telling the truth? Who knows.
I actually toned this down significantly. The original version of this fic would have landed me in hoe hell. Or, Siri’s Infern-hoe, as I like to call it. I'll stop making puns when I'm dead.
As always, comments, reblogs, etc. are deeply appreciated!!
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