#shared experience

[avengerscompound]

Shared Experience - Chapter 10

Shared Experience - A Captain America Fanfic

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Rating:  E

Warnings:  Injuries, blood, blood-drinking, sex talk and touching.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC Rose Astor

Word Count: 1972

Summary:  Rose Astor met her end in 1920, joining the ranks of the living dead two years after the birth of Steve Rogers.  A century later the two meet in battle - a beacon of light clashing with a creature of the night.  Despite their differences, the two bond over their shared life experiences.  Can a vampire become an Avenger?  Can two such different beings create a life together?

Chapter 10

Blood spilled into Rose’s mouth and down her chin, warm, salty, and nourishing.  Rose tried to turn her head, to pull away, to stop from swallowing the very thing that could keep her alive.  She had never wanted something as much as this before, yet simultaneously she wanted it to stop, to push away and fight this from happening.  Steve was trying to feed her after spending months telling her no and she wanted it so badly, but if she started, she wasn’t sure that she could stop.

There was no stopping it.  Her injuries were too severe and even if she was strong enough physically to push him away, when she was this close to death she lost all humanity.  The instinct to survive pushed away all mortal thoughts and her body acted outside her control.  It would have been hard not just to bite him if he wasn’t bleeding freely into her mouth.  The fact he was, made it impossible.

She latched on, her hands going to his forearm and holding it in place as she drank.  Each swallow of the thick hot liquid reenergized her.  Her wounds knitted and her flesh filled back out.  Color returned to her skin.  The heat from the blood radiated through her until she felt like a furnace in the middle of the snowy forest.

Never had she felt the effect of blood so fully and to such an extreme as drinking from Steve now.  It was like drinking straight from the sun.  His blood surged through her, making her feel stronger and more alive than she could ever remember feeling.  Within minutes, she felt strong enough to run again, yet she couldn’t pull herself away.

Steve moaned.  It was a low and deep sound that reverberated out from his chest.  She looked up at him.  His head had lolled back on his shoulders and the look of pure bliss etched into his features made her tingle right through to her core.  She knew what it was like for the people she fed from.  The near-orgasmic feeling that vampires created for their victims was a defense mechanism.  It stopped them from struggling and meant the Vampire had more control over the outcome.

God, how she wished this wasn’t happening like this.  In the middle of the Russian Wilderness, buried in snow, and surrounded by HYDRA was not where she wanted to be sharing this with Steve.  She wanted to do this at home, in her bed, his cock buried as deep into her cunt as he could go.  She reached down and put her hand on his cock.  He was rock hard, even through the thick fabric of his combat wear she could feel the press of his cock.  He moaned again and pulled her closer to him.  “Rose…”

It was her name that snapped her out of it.  The way he breathed it, the love that it carried even in the throes of pleasure.  She released him and pulled back, scrambling away from him.  She needed a moment to compose herself and while the wound on his wrist was still open, she wouldn’t be able to.  It would heal quickly now she wasn’t feeding - another side effect of her feeding.  The wounds healed with no scar, so no one could guess what had happened.

Steve looked up at her dazed.  “Rose?” he asked.

“Just give me a second,” she panted.  Not that she was breathing heavily.  She wasn’t breathing at all.  It was just a way to regulate the blood flow and shake off the feeding frenzy that had taken over her.  “Are you okay?  Did I drink too much?”

Steve shook his head and looked down at his wrist.  The wound was mostly healed and he rubbed his hand over it.  “I’m okay… what was that?”

“That’s why it’s taken me so long to separate feeding from sex,” she said.  “Are you sure you’re okay?  We should probably get out of here.”

He stood and while he still looked a little dazed, he was steady on his feet.  She stood, shaking off the layer of snow that was clinging to her.  “We should find the others,” she said.  “I’ll need to go to ground soon.  Dawn is coming.”

Steve pointed the way he came.  “It’s that way, but we’ll have to move fast if you’re going to make it.”

“I guess we’ll go as far as I can.  If I need to bury myself, that’s okay.  You can mark it and find me tomorrow night,” she said.

He nodded.  “Let’s go,” he said.

The two began to run, tearing along the frozen landscape toward the rest of the Avengers.  The cold air stung Rose’s cheeks, yet she couldn’t remember ever feeling warmer or more alive.  Something about Steve’s blood had invigorated her.  It had given her some sense of life again.  More than that, it made her feel slightly high.

She kept her pace steady despite wanting to take off and test her limits.  She thought with this new boost she could run over water.  She felt invincible.

At the speed they moved, she was sure she’d find the jet and the others before the sun rose.  Unfortunately, she’d misjudged exactly how long she’d been awake for.  Lethargy began to kick in and she felt the animalistic urge to start to dig.  She kept pushing, determined to find something, and just as the first rays of light rose to the East, she spotted a small ice fishing cabin.  There were no signs of life around at all and while there was the risk of someone coming during the day, with all the HYDRA activity in the area, it was safe to assume no one would be coming to use it.

Surprising as it was to find any shelter in the Russian wilderness, the fact she could see sunlight and yet was both still awake and not burning was more surprising.

She pointed at the cabin to Steve. “I’m going there.  I need to get out of the open.”

He simply nodded and she ran as fast as she could, a mere blur in the snow, pushing the limits of her abilities.  Her skin was starting to blister and her energy waned as she reached the building that was no more than a box with a slanted roof.  With a massive heave, she shoved the pile of snow away from the door, yanked it open, and hurried inside.  Once out of the sun, her skin immediately healed, giving her an almost tanned look.  The cabin had bunks built into the far wall, each with a lumpy hole-ridden mattress and dusty blankets piled on them.  Closer to the door was a wood stove, and some shelves with tinned food and a bottle of what looked like moonshine.  Rose didn’t take long to take it in.  She rushed to the bed, pulled down the upper mattress to create a walled box under the lowest bunk, grabbed the blanket, and crawled under it.  As soon as the blanket was covering her entire body, her eyes closed.  She had lost consciousness before Steve had even reached the cabin.

Rose woke all at once.  She had expected to be colder than she was, but aside from the fact that whatever was in Steve’s blood had made her own body heat to above the ambient temperature, warmth radiated out from the other side of the room.  She shimmed out under the mattress that was protecting her from the light.  Steve was sitting on a rickety fold-out chair by the stove, looking over something on his tablet.  With the large coat he had on, he looked far too big for the chair and she wondered how it was even still in one piece.

He looked up at the sound and a smile lit up his features. “Wow,” he said.  “You look - different.”

She looked down at herself to try and see what he was talking about.  All she could see was the tattered ruins of her uniform.  She didn’t need coats like the others, but the outfit covered her neck to toe, including her hands.  There was a tear in the fabric on her chest, but the wound under it was completely healed.  “What is it?”

“You have a tan,” he said.  “I was worried when the sun came up.  You normally go into autopilot as soon as it gets close to dawn so you get somewhere dark and protected.  What happened?”

She shook her head. “Your guess is as good as mine.  I felt that urge, but I was able to overrule it, and when the sun started coming up, it burned but -” she shrugged.  “I guess it was your blood.  The super-serum.  I feel - alive.  Or as close to it as I have been since I was turned.”

Steve seemed to assess her.  The weight of his gaze was heavy and she felt like she was under a magnifying glass.  She wrapped her arms around her body, almost as if she was trying to protect herself.  “Is it always like that?” he asked, finally breaking the silence.

“The way you felt?” she asked.  He gave a short nod in reply.  “Yes.  I think it’s a survival thing.  It’s safer for us if you enjoy the experience.”

He didn’t say anything and she started to worry his feelings had changed about her.  She hadn’t wanted this.  She’d tried to resist feeding from him, but he’d forced it.  “Are you angry with me?” she asked.

He blinked and shook his head.  “Oh god, no,” he said, holding out his arms.  She moved into them instinctively and he held her close to his chest.  The steady even thud of his heart soothing her along with the strong arms.  “No, honey.  How could I be angry with you?  You’ve never lied to me about what you are.  This is just new - for both of us.  I wonder what it means.”

“I’m sure it will wear off,” she said.  “Like when you eat white bread.  A blood sugar spike and then drop.  By the time I need to feed again, it’ll be like it never happened.”

He pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “I guess we’ll see.”

Rose closed her eyes and just let Steve hold her.  Yesterday had been a lot.  She’d had worse days in her life, but they’d been a long time ago.  Never had she had someone there to just comfort her like this after so much stress and pain.  Usually, the person she had to be with after it, was the same person who had inflicted the pain in the first place.

She pulled back slowly and looked up at him.  “Should we find the others?” she asked.

Steve laughed.  “Oh, they’re just outside,” he said.  He opened the door of the cabin to show her the view of the lake.  On the far side, the lights from the Quin reflected off the ice from the lake, glittering like stars.  The sounds of the rest of the team talking and preparing to leave floated over on the arctic wind.  “I stayed here through the day.  I thought a wood cabin near a town and a HYDRA base might be a little risky to leave you unguarded.  If someone else came to use it or hide in it, they’d just need to start a fire and that would be the end of you.  The rest of the team was off finalizing everything.  SHIELD arrived.  They made their arrests.  The base is in the process of being cleared out of illegal equipment.”

Rose sighed in relief and leaned against him again.  “So we can go home?”

“Yeah, we have some prisoners that need to be taken to the Raft,” he said.  “But yes, we can go home.”

// NEXT

[thepastisalreadywritten]

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[one-shitpost-a-day]

ok i have felt a need to yap about this for years and years so imma do it here. listen hey guys you know that game you play in your head when youre looking out the car window??? where u imagine a dude doing epic parkour running and flipping tricks on the sidewalk to keep up with your car?? apparently lots of people do it and sometimes it's referred to as invisible person/car parkour??? ok so me and my sister both did this when we were wee children but we took it further (we thought we were geniuses and that we invented this whole thing) by adding whole entire different avatars and stuff like that. each avatar had its own special quirk (the paper airplane could turn sideways in order to travel along walls, the monkey could lasso his tail around streetlights, etc.). and ALSO if your avatar touched certain signs they would get EPIC POWERUPS (for example green might've been high jumps for 10 seconds like in subway surfers, yellow was +10 coins or whatever even though neither of us had a good enough memory to keep track of coins, blue was special powerup). also you weren't allowed to touch the plants growing on the highway walls. and there were all sorts of rules regarding what you had and didn't have to jump (always jump driveways and wall columns and fire hydrants). literally why was this the most fun stuff ever anyway if anyone wants to hear the full details of this awesome game that we made up i will try to find the very old paper that i wrote everything down on (i attached it to this crusty ahh aquamarine clipboard so hopefully it won't be too hard to locate)

[howifeltabouthim]

With them he felt at home; talking to them he did not have to adapt himself or assume a protective personality. If he did not always use their words he spoke their language — the language of a shared experience.

L. P. Hartley, from The Hireling

[aestheteasteria]

One of my posts hit 50k+ notes and while I do not usually pay attention to notes this huge number made it dawn upon me that these are real people who resonated with something I shared. Going through your thoughts in comments and reblogs has been so gratifying, I loved reading so many perspectives and interpretations.

I'm so glad we could have such shared experiences on this site!

[spookcataloger]

Whitwell TN is a scary place (2016)

[internutter]

Challenge #04306-K288: Shared Words

They were not a deregger escapee, but out on the edge, had suffered almost as much as one, at least psychological abuse. It was hard for them to stand up for themselves, and they wept often. But when it came to helping others? That is where they showed they still had some backbone left. -- The New Guy

Many Deregger escapees are broken birds. Shy to say the least of it. Soft-spoken, frequently terrified of breaking the rules. Even the rules they have in their heads. Fossil phantoms of their past terrors, care of fascist despots whose only care was profit. Even when they left those lawmakers behind, the laws haunted them.

In such a mental landscape, it's easy to want to vanish. Deregger escapees are wont to blend with the wallpaper. They keep their heads down, work hard, and try not to make a fuss or be a bother.

Alliance systems of support often have trouble with Deregger expatriates. Starting with accepting Alliance company, and including worrying about how to pay for gratis services. But the trick was, get Dereggers to help Dereggers.

[Check the source for the rest of the story]

[belabras]

Where is the lie?

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[avengerscompound]

Shared Experience - Chapter 7

Shared Experience - A Captain America Fanfic

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Rating:  E

Warnings:  vampire stuff, mentions of past sexual assault, sex talk, foreplay

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC Rose Astor

Word Count: 2000

Summary:  Rose Astor met her end in 1920, joining the ranks of the living dead two years after the birth of Steve Rogers.  A century later the two meet in battle - a beacon of light clashing with a creature of the night.  Despite their differences, the two bond over their shared life experiences.  Can a vampire become an Avenger?  Can two such different beings create a life together?

Chapter 7

The relationship between Steve and Rose progressed slowly and Rose wasn’t sure if that was due to Steve or her.  Steve was extremely respectful.  Sometimes to the point of frustration.  Their first kiss was one of the rarer occasions of him acting without at least implied consent.  It was refreshing after her past, and she appreciated that Steve wasn’t racing to the finish line, but she wondered if maybe he was so old-fashioned and such a gentleman that he would want to wait until marriage.  That was something that might not work for Rose.  She had always been sexual, and she didn’t even know if she could legally get married given that she was legally dead.

She wondered if he was waiting for her to take the lead.  He did know her past, and if it was just a case of him waiting for her, she wasn’t quite sure how to take that next step.

The problem wasn’t so much her past experience.  That always affected the way she dealt with sex and sexual advances, but she’d had sixty years to work out how to reconcile her trauma with her urges and figure out what she needed to feel okay.  The issue was she’d perfected that with mortals she had no connection with.  They were her food supply first and she didn’t care if she offended them by telling them what she wanted.  It also meant that food and sex were now entwined in her mind and she worried that she wasn’t going to be able to pick them apart.

Of course, talking to Steve would be a simple way to work through that problem, she wasn’t exactly sure how you bring up wanting to have sex with someone and being afraid that it might make her want to eat them.

So she took it slow.  She went to training and afterward, she and Steve would spend time together - sometimes as a group with the other Avengers, but most of the time just him and her alone.  They spent a lot of time listening to music together, dancing, talking, and making out.  Dating was difficult though, as they trained when the sun set, and by the time training was done, restaurants were closing, and even if they weren’t, it wasn’t as if she ate.

They did their best with what they had, and Rose began to realize that alienating herself from humanity had been part of the way Marcellus controlled her.  Accepting her humanity had allowed true happiness to start trickling in.

Her first mission was raiding an AIM facility with Tony Stark, Sam Wilson, and Clint Barton.  It was Rose’s job to break in and let them in.  It was an easy job with her preternatural powers.  None of the cameras were able to pick her up, and her vision meant she could see perfectly well with no lights on, and even picked up things on the infrared spectrum.

She had missed Steve while she was away and when she returned she couldn’t wait to go straight to him.  Unfortunately, she’d arrived back during the day and when she’d emerged from the steel box they’d installed on the jet for her to travel in, she’d had to go to a debriefing.

By the time she was in the armory removing her body armor, she was practically itching to see Steve, but it was only an hour before dawn.

She unzipped the catsuit and was tugging it down when the door clicked open.  “Rose?”

Rose startled, covering her breasts with her arms as Steve came around the corner.  He stopped suddenly and his eyes went wide.  “Steve!” she shouted.

“I’m sorry!” he said, his gaze flicking to the roof as he spun around.

The shock of being caught seminaked dropped off almost immediately when she saw his flustered reaction and she dropped her hands and ran to him, pulling him back around and jumping up so she could wrap her arms around his neck.  She didn’t even care that her bare breasts were pressed up against his clothed chest.  She had missed him and there was no time to worry about her false modesty.

Steve didn’t seem to know what to do with his hands.  They hovered over her for a moment before his arms closed in around her, pulling her up off the ground and into a kiss.  It was slow, deep, and tender.  She poured every ounce of her feelings for him into that kiss and felt them returned to her tenfold.  His hands splayed out on her back as he pulled her tightly against him.  Hers went to his hair, carding through it as their lips moved in sync.

Steve slowly lowered her to his feet, breaking the kiss, but keeping her pressed up to him, her breasts squashed against his chest.  It wasn’t clear if he was trying to keep them covered or just liked her that close.  In either case, Rose was fine with it.  She ran her hands down from his hair to his jaw as she looked up into his eyes. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” he said as he looked down at her.  “Sam said you did great.”

“It was a piece of cake,” she said and leaned up and kissed him softly again.  When she pulled away she looked up at him and bit her bottom lip.  “I don’t have much time before the sun sets.”

Steve turned away again, looking up and off to the side, making it extremely obvious that he was avoiding looking at her breasts.  “There’s still the coffin here you can sleep in if you want.”

Rose ran her fingers down Steve’s arm and took hold of his hand, smiling at his reaction.  “That might be a good idea,” she said.  “Steve… don’t you want to see my tits?”

Steve’s face almost turned crimson as he continued to try and look everywhere but at Rose’s breasts.

“I do want to,” he said.  “But I just walked in on you, and I haven’t… we haven’t…”

“That’s okay.  You don’t have to look, but you can if you want to,” she said. “I want you to.”

Steve slowly lowered his head and looked at her, his eyes first resting on her face and then sliding down to her breasts.  She backed away from him. “What do you think?”

His lips twitched, and his eyes flicked up to meet hers again.  “Very nice.”

She hooked her fingers into her catsuit at her hips and shimmied from side to side. “You want to see more?”

“Yes,” Steve said, stumbling over the one-syllable word.  “I mean - yes.  Please.”

She chuckled and began to push the catsuit down, swaying her hips from side to side as she wriggled out of them.

Steve looked at her with lust-darkened eyes and licked his lips.  “Uh-huh,” he said, taking a step toward her.

She moved closer, taking his hands and putting them on her breasts.  He looked down at her, his chest rising and falling with each breath like he’d just been for a run.  His thumbs skimmed over her nipples making them pebble.  “Steve,” she whispered.

His eyes snapped up to hers and he lunged in, capturing her lips.  As they kissed his hands moved to her thighs and he lifted her.  She wrapped her legs around his waist as he pressed her against the wall and started to grind on her.  Her body buzzed with stimulation.  The rough fabric of his clothing scraped against her soft skin, making it break out into goose pimples, and his growing erection pushed against his pants adding even more friction.

She could hear the blood rushing through his veins as his pulse picked up and rushed down to feed his cock.  She tried to focus on the wetness of her cunt and her need for him to penetrate her, but the blood called to her, making her mouth water.

She tried to fight it, but her eyes flashed red and her fangs extended, wanting more than what Steve was offering.

“Stop,” she gasped, pushing on his shoulders.  “Steve, I need you to stop.”

He stopped immediately, setting her down on the ground and taking his hands off her.  He took a step back to give her space but stayed ready to take her into his arms if that’s what she wanted.  Her hands reflexively covered her face.  She didn’t want him to see her like this.

“Honey,” Steve said, sounding like a man trying to soothe a wild beast.  Not that she could blame him. That’s what she was, after all.  “Rose?  What happened?  Did I hurt you?”

She shook her head and turned away from him. “No.  It’s not you.  It’s me.”

“We don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for,” he assured her.  He grabbed a towel from her locker and held it out to her. 

“You don’t understand,” she said, hunching over a little.

He carefully put the towel around her shoulders.  “So help me, sweetheart.”

She turned and looked up at him.  Her irises which were normally a pale blue were now blood red, the white around them, black as coal.  Her lips were parted due to the length of her fangs in their extended state.

Steve blinked in surprise.  He didn’t say anything and Rose felt the sudden urge to run from him.  All the passion and desire she had been feeling had dissipated.  She retracted her teeth and stepped back away from him, pulling the towel around herself.

“What happened?” he asked.  “Did I do something wrong?”

She shook her head.  “No.  It’s nothing you did.  I just…” she stopped speaking.  She knew she needed to tell him. She knew Steve understood what she was.  He’d already accepted that she was a vampire.  This felt like a step too far.  How could a man like Steve Rogers accept her when she wanted to eat him when they made love?

She sat down and sighed.  Steve came and sat beside her.  He tentatively put his arm around her.  “This is the only real relationship I’ve been in, Steve.  You know about Marcellus but after him, and really during my time with him too, sex was linked with feeding.”  She paused again.  Steve remained silent, letting Rose come to it in her own time.  “When I feed it feels good.  Especially for my victim.  I’d often seduce someone to feed.  It’s connected and now I don’t know how to break the connection.  And I don’t want to see you as food.  I don’t want you to think I see you as food.”

Steve pulled her a little closer to him and rested his chin on the top of her head.  “Rose, this is new for both of us.  Which is amazing to think about considering how old we both are.  I’m not scared of what you are.  I know who you are.  Look at what’s happening right now.  Yes, you had a reaction that scared you, and you stopped.  I don’t believe you’re going to hurt me or bite me.  We don’t need to rush to sex.  Look at me, I was blushing even looking at you.  We can take it slow because the one thing we both have is lots of time.”

A tightness wrapped itself around her chest like a snake, and she blinked back tears.  It was bad enough that she’d just gone full Vampire on him, she didn’t need to start crying blood.  She looked up at him and ran her hand along his jaw.  “I don’t deserve you.  Not at all.”

Steve shook his head.  “I don’t think that’s how the world works.  I want you.  Don’t push me away because you’re scared for me.  I’m not scared of you.”

“Okay,” he said, leaning in and kissing him.  The kiss was soft and tender and with it, she released a little more of the anxiety she was holding.  Maybe the relationship could work after all.

// NEXT

[lrndvs]

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[bulbabutt]

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[nanaout]

We fool ourselves into thinking that we know how to love, because sooner or later those insecurities that makes us doubt, will hurt us.

You know how to love someone, but you don't know how to believe that someone loves you, and that is your tragedy.

[scottsusanna]

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[starspilli]

younger siblings am i right

[nanaout]

Why is it so hard to be heard when i already explained a million times