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When The Partyâs Over Masterlist (Rafe Cameron x Reader)
summary: Manipulated into a secret relationship with Rafe Cameron, youâre finding it much easier said than done to do the right thing and walk awayâŠespecially when he refuses to let you.
â„ Warnings: NON-CON, DUB-CON, abusive relationship, forbidden relationship, violence, public sex, jealousy, underage drinking, drug use, manipulation, corruption, loss of virginity, forced pregnancy, innocent reader, Heyward!reader, dad!Rafe
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"Immediately, dear."
Bloody, Slutty and Pathetic by What Murdah
Here's a lil fanart of my BSP Draco because I love him so <3
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sorry I always felt undesirable my entire life and it gave me kinks of wanting someone to desire me so extremely it's uncontrollable for them as if that's my fault
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rafe + corruption kink
warnings: flirting, teasing, groping
âhow come youâre here if parties arenât your thing?â rafe currently had an arm draped over your shoulders, his hand resting on your thigh as he gazed down at your pretty face. âmy friend wanted me to get out for a while..â you bit your lip, glancing up at the handsome stranger before quickly looking away. rafe smiled at your nervous antics. you gave him the impression that youâre not used to being in close proximity with men, and that idea enticed him more than he cared to admit. âdo you know my name?â rafe watched your breathing quicken when he started rubbing shapes into your skin, his hand slowly moving under the hem of your dress.
âno.. iâm sorry, am i supposed to?â he leaned down so his lips were right next to your ear. âwell, youâre in my house.â your eyes widened slightly. âreally?! you have a beautiful home.â you smiled nervously. âyeah? you like it?â he got up, taking your hand in his, âwanna see more?â you nodded, fully expecting him to show you the pool outside, or maybe the bar in the corner of the living room, but instead you found yourself following him upstairs. âtell me..?â he trailed off, ây/n.â you answered, swallowing thickly as you two entered his bedroom. ây/n, iâm rafe. do you have a boyfriend?â
he guided you to his bed where he pulled you on top of his lap. âumm, no.. but i go on dates sometimes.â nervously fiddling with the ring on your finger, rafe hummed. âdates, huh? do these dates go anywhere?â he stroked your hair softly, tucking a few strands behind your ear as you shook your head. âi donât think i understand what youâre asking.â your voice was small, the feeling of his fingertips on your skin made butterflies flutter in your tummy. âdo they get to have their way with you?â his tone sent shivers down your spine. âlike if we kiss and stuff? no.â you felt embarrassed saying it out loud.
rafe cursed under his breath at the revelation, his cock hardening in his shorts. âhow come?â he cleared his throat, trying to ignore the way you shifted in his lap. âi donât know, i just get scared iâm going to disappoint them.â you shrugged. âand why is that?â finally, you looked up, meeting his eyes. âbecause iâve never done anything before.â it was like a switch flipped in his brain, and the only thing rafe could think about was stuffing you with his cock and turning you into his own personal slut. âdo you want to?â his hand was back under your dress, as if to coax you to say yes.
you let out a shaky breath, blinking at him. âyouâll teach me?â rafe watched your eyes sparkle as you waited for him to answer. âbaby, iâll do so much more than teach you. iâll make you feel so good you wonât even know what to do with yourself.â you nodded before a word could leave your lips. âyouâd do that?â rafe smiled, his fingers slipping under the waistband of your panties. âof course,â he cooed, âbut only under one condition.â your stare faltered when you felt a single digit slide between your folds. âno one else except me can touch this pretty pussy.â
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Theodore Nott. | thatâs what i said.

info: your boyfriend was telling you about his day, when he began speaking fluent Italian, knowing damn well you only knew select words. when you asked him to repeat it, he had you come sit on his lap and ended up doing a little more than just repeating it.
word count: 3k
tags: 18+, literally pure smut. pure lorenzo italian daddy type smut. lots of italian translation (apologies to all my italians out there if theyâre a little off) lots of praise, riding, piv, dirty talk.
Reclining across from you, Theodore Nott your lovely boyfriend, exuded an air of relaxed confidence while seated comfortably on the expansive leather couch in his dorm room. His legs were stretched wide, one arm casually draped over the armrest--each of his current mannerisms acting as physical testaments to the ease with which he inhabited the space.
As he delved into the narrative of his day, you, nestled in the love seat opposite him, eagerly absorbed the symphony of his voice. It was a melody that effortlessly traversed between English and Italian, a linguistic dance that had always held a special place in your heart.
His words held an irresistible charm, each syllable cascading like liquid honey off his tongue. The profound rasp of his voice, entwined with his seductive Italian accent stirred something indescribable within your body. The prospect of listening to him like this every day for the rest of your life fueled your anticipation, a certainty that the allure would never lose its magic. It was a sensation you eagerly anticipated, knowing that the richness of his voice would forever remain a timeless delight.
Yet, within the fluidity of his storytelling, Theodore suddenly shifted into Italian, weaving complete sentences with a gaze that lingered through half-lidded eyes, as if this linguistic transformation were the most natural thing in the world. Ordinarily, you might have interrupted him, gently reminding him of your language limitations, but today, well, you just couldn't bring yourself to do so.
You were almost in awe, unable to deny that there was an enchanting quality to the way the words curled off his tongue. That, coupled with the intensity of his stare, seemingly compelled you to stay silent, as if under a trance. You found yourself captivated, clinging to every indecipherable syllable, a familiar heat beginning to kindle between your thighs.
It was as if he momentarily lost himself in the labyrinth of his thoughts, forgetting, if only for an instant, that your understanding of the language was confined solely to select phrases and words. This linguistic detour left you with a quizzical frown, a silent plea for translation in the midst of his enchanting monologue, and finally, noting your confusion after what felt like ages, he paused, cocking a charming eyebrow at you.
"Something on your mind, Bella?" he teased, leisurely spreading his legs further as his gaze meandered from your eyes to your lips, only to return, locking onto your gaze once more. "You appear a touch...lost."
"Theo, I must confess--I haven't the slightest idea what you just said," you admitted, a playful pout gracing your lips. Your eyes sparkled with a blend of curiosity and mischief. "And I know you're well aware that was far beyond my linguistic expertise."
"All this time, and you still haven't mastered my language, Bella Mia..." Theo, with a dramatic flair, feigned a hurt expression, his stormy eyes widening ever so slightly. "You're truly breaking my heart."
Smirking, you teased, "forgive me, amore..."Â your fingers traced an absent pattern on the armrest, a subtle invitation. "Please, feel free to repeat it--I love the way it sounds..."
A mischievous glint sparked behind his irises, a playful confidence dancing in their depths. With a self-assured grin, he patted his lap invitingly, his messy brown locks falling effortlessly over his forehead.
"Why don't you come over here," he suggested, his tone velvety, "and I'll gladly repeat it for you?"
Your grin widened, a flicker of anticipation igniting within you as you slowly rose from the chair, not needing a second thought. His burning stare followed your every move as you veered closer to him, an intensity in his eyes that set your senses ablaze without effort. As you approached, a slow, deliberate stride, the air thickened with a tangible tension, your pulse thumping in your throat.
No matter the duration of your relationship with Theo, each touch remained an electric encounter, perpetually reminiscent of the initial spark. His reverence for your body endured, a devotion that unfolded afresh with every caress, as if every moment were a new discovery for his hands and eyes.
Stalling in front of him, you giddily pulled your lip between your teeth as his hands found yours, guiding them to his shoulders as he pulled you down to straddle his lap. The warmth of his embrace enveloped you, his hands finding a natural place on your hips.
"Mm," he purred, burying his head in the crook of your neck, inhaling a sharp breath as his fingers dug into your skin. "So beautiful, Bella..."
You stifled a mewl as he pressed careless kisses along your neck, the playful banter giving way to a charged silence as his teeth softly grazed your pulse--the unspoken language between you both pulsating with desire and connection. The messy brown waves of his hair framed a face now tinged with a sultry charm, and the mischievous glint in his eyes promised a shared secret in the language only you two understood.
As if completely instinctively, you rolled your hips against his crotch, head falling back as his hands slid around to your ass, groaning against your neck as he aided your movements, guiding you back and forth against his growing bulge. You could already feel him throbbing beneath you, your cunt clenching in need for his touch as the only thing separating your heat from his groin was your thin layer of underwear, rubbing against his trousers.
"Ho voluto scoparti tutto il giorno..." he murmured, the same phrase he'd said earlier, the one in which you didn't understand. "...sei tutto ciĂČ a cui riesco a pensare."
Your brows furrowed, about to question him, but exasperation quickly took over as he sank his teeth into your neck. He left vivid, possessive marks on your skin, his hands sliding up and under your skirt, tracing the supple contours of your ass. As you continued to move against him, a whirlwind of desire engulfed you, and you quickly lost yourself in the intoxicating rush.
"You're so fucking sexy," he breathed, his voice a low, deep murmur, reverberating a shudder of desire down your spine, his tongue trailing a flat stripe up the side of your throat. "Ho bisogno di te, mia bellissima piccola troia." (I need you, my beautiful little slut.)
"Theo..." you whimpered, your hands entwining in his hair, fingers weaving through his tousled auburn locks. His mouth ascended, planting tender, moist kisses along the ridge of your jawline. "Please-please-"
"Mm, you like that don't you, principessa?" His voice was a seductive purr, the words wrapping around you like silk as he pulled back a hand and gave you a sharp smack on your ass, eliciting an immediate squeal from your throat. "Tu ami grinding that dolce piccola figa on me like this, hm?..." (you love)(sweet little pussy)
In response to his words, an unabashed moan escaped your lips, louder than you had initially intended. Theo responded with a low growl, his free hand moving to your jaw, cradling it delicately as he guided your lips to his. The ensuing kiss spoke a language of its own--one of desire, need, and an unfiltered passion that surpassed any linguistic expression.
Your hold on his hair intensified as you pressed against him more urgently, the rhythm quickening. His tongue boldly slipped past your teeth, exploring your mouth with fervor. Simultaneously, his hands glided to the hem of your blouse, lifting it along your stomach. The kiss briefly broke as he encouraged your arms upward, swiftly pulling your shirt over your head and discarding it on the floor.
"CosĂŹ bella..." he praised, his eyes fixated on your chest adorned by the delicate, lacy fabric of your white bralette. The intensity in his gaze felt scorching, as if it could sear your skin to ash. "CosĂŹ, cosĂŹ bella, amore mio..." (So beautiful)(so, so beautiful, my love...)
His words took your breath away, slamming your chest like a fifty pound brick, the worship in his tone enough to render you speechless. You writhed in his lap, seeking friction, more friction that what you were currently experiencing--wanting him; needing him in every possible way. You captured his lips again, rolling your hips harder, the deep moan that escaped him found itself muffled by your mouth as you worked at the buttons on his shirt, fervently popping them free as quickly as you could.
The second his chest was exposed, you scoured it like a starved animal, the skin-on-skin contact sending a desperate clench to your cunt. You mapped his muscles to your memory as though it was the first time you'd ever seen them--the strength of his biceps, his strong, powerful abdomen, all of it hot and vibrating with need--you were breathless at the sight of his beauty under your palms, a feeling that had never once even partially faltered, no matter how many times you fucked him.
"Are you going to tell me what you said, Teddy..." you murmured, a playful smile dancing on your lips as your fingers skillfully moved to his belt, assisting in its release. "That was the whole reason I came over here, was it not?"
"Words can wait, amore," Theo muttered, his voice husky with desire, his gaze locked onto yours as he undid the zipper on your skirt, watching with blaring eyes as you tugged it off, along with your panties and tossed them to the floor. "Actions speak louder, don't they?"
"Mmfh," you moaned as he pulled you back against his mouth, his tongue running along your teeth as your bodies rocked together, his fingers gripping and caressing and squeezing every bit of your body that they could.
Pulling away, he met your eyes, heavily panting for breath as he gazed at you with a hunger that matched your own. His hands shifted, urging you to back up for a moment as he pulled his pants and boxers midway down his thighs--growling low in his chest as his thick, throbbing length sprung free, glistening with precum as it smacked against his chiseled stomach. You clenched.
He pulled you back against him, gliding you in slicking your soaked cunt along the length of his cock, his eyes burning wounds into your flesh as he watched you, lost in pleasure, lost in your need for him.
"Lo vuoi, amore mio?" (You want it, my love?) His voice barely rose above a whisper as he posed the question to which he damn well knew the answer. "You want this fucking cock inside that pretty little cunt?"
You shuddered, clenching hard in anticipation, nodding as you leaned closer, grazing your lips against his, panting heavily into his mouth.
"I want to hear you say it," he growled, one hand sliding up beyond your shoulders to grip the back of your neck, locking your gaze onto his. "Beg me to fuck you."
Your nails dug into his shoulders, entire body vibrating. "Please-Theo, please fuck me..."
"No, no," he playfully clucked his tongue, delivering a sharp smack to your ass with his free hand. You instinctively clenched again, the sensation electrifying. "In Italian."
"Gods," you groaned, his ceaseless teasing consistently pushing you to the brink of physical exhilaration in all the most delightful ways. Fortunately, this was a phrase he had taught you from the very beginning, a linguistic lesson that lingered since day one. "Per favore-per favore...ho bisogno di te..." (please-pleaseâŠI need you.)
He exhaled, grunting. "Good girl."
It was a combined effort--he fisted his length, angling it at your core, your hands clutching his shoulders as you sank onto him, his thick girth stretching you wide with ease. You both collectively groaned, your walls pulsing and clenching around him as you took a second to adjust to his length, before rocking your hips in a slow, erotic rhythm; working yourself open on his cock.
Theo's eyes were glued to yours, watching your every movement as though he was afraid he'd miss something if he looked away. With a grunt, his big hands found your tits, palming and groping at the soft flesh with primal urgency, brushing his thumbs against your nipples, teasing them with soft circles. Your eyes rolled, your head falling back on your shoulders as you increased your pace, soft moans slipping past your lips.
"Esatto, piccola angioletta...cosĂŹ perfetta..." (That's right, little angel... so perfect) he murmured, his voice low, torn with husk. "You're so goddamn tight...squeezing me so good...cosĂŹ buono."
"Gods, Theo..." you whimpered, relishing in how deep he was, how big. "You're so fucking big."
Your boyfriend's hands shifted again, finding your hips, sharp fingernails digging into your skin as he thrust upward to match your movements, his cock hitting all the right spots. Your own fingers burrowed into his shoulders while you throbbed around him, lungs desperate for air, and he snarled, increasing his movements, setting a brutal pace that you couldn't match.
Cries fled you, pushed from your lungs by the carnal force of his hips, and Theodore consumed you--lips sucking at your neck, hands bearing bruises into your ass. His dick stretched you wide, fucked you deep, wracking your body with its punishment, breasts bouncing, his breath coming in ragged gasps against your skin.
You tilted your head back, his fervent mouth tracing down to your collarbone, claiming his territory across as much of your skin as possible. His cock pumped into you, beckoning an orgasm from the bottom of your brain--and as if sensing your clit screaming for attention, his hand snaked between your legs, fingers smoothly gliding over it. In response, you squealed, digging your nails into his shoulders with enough force to shatter the skin, body awash with pleasure.
"That's it, amore..." he groaned, breathless, teeth nipping at your earlobe, free hand gripping your ass with enough force to batter the skin. "Ride me like the good little whore you are."
"Fuck-fuck yes," you cried, your hips moving faster, chasing your orgasm as Theo's fingers rubbed tighter circles against your clit, increasing their relentless pursuit in bringing you over the edge. "Don't stop, Theo-fuck, please don't stop..."
"I won't, my love," he murmured, lips pressed against your ear, breathing the words into your eardrums. "Wouldn't fucking dream of it."
Theo's fingers worked magic on your clit as he thrust up into your cunt faster, harder--his cock hitting your g-spot with each aggressive movement. You could feel the pressure building inside your core, your body coiling like a tightly wound spring as he worked you closer and closer to the edge.
"Theo-" you gasped, your voice practically a scream. "I'm going to-I'm going-"
"Going to what, principessa...hm?" He implored, his voice a low, husky whisper escaping through his teeth; your entire essence pulsating, trembling amid his passionate pursuit. "Verrai per me? That tight little pussy going to cum on my cock?"
You wailed, head falling back, chest swelling for air. "Yes!...Theo-please!"
"Fallo. Cum for me." He graced your ass with another harsh smack, placing wet, sloppy kisses against your jawline. "Let me feel you."
With only a few more strokes, you came undone, cunt clamping around his cock, your whole body shaking as your orgasm washed over your entirety, blazing through every nerve ending and every fucking cell. Theo's fingers continued to rub you through it, prolonging the pleasure until you were left gasping for breath, nothing more than babbling nonsensical moans and pleas leaving your lips in the aftermath of his wrath.
Theo grunted, finally peeling his hand off your clit once you were whimpering and squirming against him, gripping the back of your head and drawing your mouth to his, meeting your lips in a sloppy wet kiss, each of you sucking in sharp breaths through your nostrils as you continued to ride him, your walls tingling in post orgasmic rapture.
"Brava ragazza," he moaned into your mouth, his body shaking with the force of his impending release. "So fucking good, bambina."
His movements grew erratic, hips bucking hard as he struggled to hold off his own orgasm, the force of his pace bordering on violent. You gasped, squealed, held onto him for dear life as you rode him, attempting to match his pace, but he was possessed, starved, breaking the kiss to lean back, both hands gripping your hips, holding you steady.
"You want my cum, little slut? Hm?" He gritted out, forehead glistening with sweat, his pupils blown wide with lust. "You want me to fill up this tight little cunt?"
You gasped, nodding frantically. "Yes! Please-please!"
"fuck...I'm gonna cum..." his lids fluttered, dark eyebrows pinching in concentration, his face contorting into a scowl of effort. "Cristo-you feel cosĂŹ buono-shit.."
With a final thrust, he growled, groaned--his movements slowing, breath sputtering from his lungs as he exploded, pumping once, twice, three times--all before coming to a halt, cock twitching inside you as he drained his hot cum deep into your pussy. Sweat beaded each of your foreheads, bliss buzzing between your bodies as you kissed him softly, panting into his mouth as you each worked silently to come back down to earth, pulses pounding in ruthless rhythm.
Spent and fully sated, Theo cradled the back of your head, pulling you into him, his free arm snaking around your back. You wrapped your arms around his neck, keeping him inside you as you two stayed like that for a moment, relishing in the intimacy between your bodies as he softened, his lips placing tender kisses on your shoulder.
"Ho voluto scoparti tutto il giorno..." he murmured softly, a hint of amusement in his tone as he repeated the words he knew you had no idea of their meaning. "sei tutto ciĂČ a cui riesco a pensare."
"Stop teasing me." You huffed, burying your face into the crook of his neck. "It's not very nice of you, Theo..."
He chuckled, a low hum from deep in his chest, smirking against your skin as he tightened his grip around you, brushing loose strands of hair behind your ear.
âI wanted to fuck you all day...â he murmured, lips brushing your temple. âYouâre all I can think about..."
You pulled back, meeting his stormy eyes. "Is that-"
"Yes." He interrupted you with a gentle kiss, smiling against your lips. "That's what I said."
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the fact that i'm no longer the same age as the protagonists of novels and films i once connected to is so heartbreaking. there was a time when I looked forward to turning their age. i did. and i also outgrew them. i continue to age, but they don't; never will. the immortality of fiction is beautiful, but cruel.
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justice for C. S. Lewisâs line âbattles are ugly when women fightâ being read as âwomen are bad fightersâ and not âwhen women are forced to go to war, that means that the atrocities have come too close to homeâ and like in context of, you know, when he was living, and like, also, now, it kinda makes sense what heâs getting at
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đđđąđ«đąđ§đ : dark!Steve Rogers x naive!Reader
đđđ«đ§đąđ§đ đŹ: VERY DARK ELEMENTS, noncon, extremely rough smut, daddy kink, captain kink, age gap (Steve is very into the age gap), MAJOR size kink, no seriously Steve is HUGE, misogyny, loss of virginity, mentions of blood (heavy mentions), mean Steve (seriously, he has no soul and is very mean, honestly unhinged), anal play, oral (f receiving), innocence kink, naive reader, 18+ ONLY, NO MINORS. MINORS DNI.
đđźđŠđŠđđ«đČ: Even Captain America deserves a reward after an intense, grueling mission.
đ/đ: Here we go! 16.3k words. Written very quickly. Not edited so please be forgiving. Also I don't have much knowledge on Shield and all that, so yeah! Final warning to PLEASE read the warnings! Anyways, enjoy!
âThe girlâs ready, Captain.â
Steve nods at the SHIELD agent tersely, âSheâs in my room?â
âYes, sir. And all your specifications have been followed.â
âGood. Youâre dismissed.â
The agent bows his head before leaving the office, and Steve finds himself pacing. He often paced after gruelling missions, as if trying to get all the leftover adrenaline out. Tonight had been particularly challenging; a local university under threat from HYDRA. Thousands of screaming staff and students, the air painted with gunshots and screams of chaos. But Steveâs team had come to the rescue. Just like they always did.
His team all had different ways of dealing with it, the trauma and evil they saw every day. Clint had his family to go home to, and some middle-of-nowhere farmhouse that Steve wouldâve found quaint if heâd given more of a fuck. Tonyâs solution was alcohol â copious amounts of it. And maybe that wouldâve been Steveâs fate too, stumbling out of a bar at three in the morning having no idea where he was, but of course, he had the serum to thank for avoiding him that. Natasha immersed herself in her friends, Sam partied a lot, Bruce locked himself up in his lab because God knew he was wrestling more demons than anyone else. Except maybe Bucky⊠But even Bucky had a girl to help him cope.
That left Steve. But Steve had this.
I deserve this. He thinks it to himself as he makes his way out of his office and down the hall toward the elevator. There are SHIELD agents scattered here and there, chattering mindlessly about the successful mission and how, thanks to the Avengers, there were no civilian deaths. But they all hush when they see him, parting like the Red Sea, their heads bowed in respect as he walks past them. The Captain. The hero. Their leader. Heâs still in his suit, the shield still on his back and bloodied cuts decorating his face. Nevertheless, heâs the face of the Avengers. Everyone in this building looks up to him.
Everyone on the face of this Earth looks up to him.
And a few minutes later, when he gets off the elevator and to his private floor, walks over to his bedroom door and opens it, he finds a large pair of eyes looking up at him too.
You jump, the fear on your face so evident that Steve can almost smell it. Standing in the corner of his room as if you want to permeate through the wall or maybe disappear altogether. Your arms hug your body in a bid to hide it from whoever you thought was going to enter this room, but you seem to relax once you see that itâs him.
âC-Captain, itâs you! Oh, thank God!â Your shoulders sag in relief, although â much to Steveâs displeasure â you continue to cover your body with your arms, âI-I donât know what happened, but thereâs some bad people here, and they took me while I was being evacuated from the university, a-and they brought me here and they wouldnât answer my questions andââ
Steve frowns as you drone on and on, talking about a mile a minute â a quality he doesnât particularly care for in a woman. But his eyes drink you nevertheless. You look young â a college student, no doubt â but he finds he doesnât mind that. In fact, it makes his cock harden, seeing how wide-eyed and naĂŻve you look, a lot younger than him. A pretty face, and an attractive body too despite the fact that you seemed hell bent on hiding it from him.
âPut your arms down by your side.â He commands you, watching closely as you stop mid-sentence, your voice trailing off. He can tell youâre uncomfortable, confused, and probably tired out from fighting and arguing with his agents. But he knows already whatâs going through your mind: that youâll obey because itâs Captain America, and Captain America was a hero who always meant well. Hesitantly, slowly, your arms fall down to your sides.
Steve had very specific tastes, and his agents knew to follow his instructions to a tee. Which was why you stood before him, your body sheathed in the prettiest, most expensive vintage lingerie. All lacy and intricate, just how Steve liked it â white and silky, hugging your body like a second skin and accentuating your curves, making you look like half angel, half seductress. Heâd long ago, in a different lifetime, pored over old pin-up magazines, just like any other boy his age would. Heâd likened the white lingerie in the pictures to be what his innocent bride would wear the night he deflowered her. Back in the forties, back when heâd been a different man, a man who actually cared about trivial things like marriage and family. Years of war and fighting had beaten that out of him.
And yet, almost a century later, Steve still has a partiality for white, lacy lingerie.
After every mission (successful or not) SHIELD would bring him a girl in vintage lingerie. Always an unsuspecting girl who had no idea what she was being pulled into. They came in all sorts of varieties; crying, kicking, screaming, paralysed in fear when they realised the reason they were in his bedroom. But Steve deserved it, for every single sacrifice heâd made for his country, for the world â he deserved this one bit of pleasure. Bucky had his girl, Sam had his parties, Tony had his alcohol, Bruce had his lab⊠And Steve had this.
And it was the least you could do, the least all those girls before you could do, because hadnât Steve saved you? Saved all of you? This was his payment. You were his reward.
âC-Captain?â He notices how you canât help but stutter, and he finds it amusing despite the fact that heâs used to having this effect on women â especially immature college girls like you. You gesture down to your body, âTh-This isnât how I was dressed â they put me in this, those bad guys! N-Now I donât know where my clothes are, and, andâŠâ
Once more, your voice trails off as Steve walks past you nonchalantly. He heads to the bathroom, making sure to leave the door open so he can keep an eye on you lest you try to escape. Not that youâd get very far â this whole floor was his and every lock required his facial recognition to open. In the past, other girls had tried to escape, and sometimes Steve enjoyed the chase. But tonight, he felt tense. Heâd wanted to capture all the HYDRA agents but two of them had escaped. To Steve, that was failure, and failure made him tense. Angry. Frustrated. He needed someone submissive, obedient, quietâŠ
âC-Captain, Iâm gonna be okay, arenât I?â You ask, voice high-pitched and shaky, and Steve almost smirks. He stands in front of the sink, surveying the scratches on his face. Theyâd heal overnight, and once more heâd be the perfect face of the Avengers. The face of America. The face of hope, the face of good. If only they knew what went on behind his eyes, the thoughts he thought, the darkness behind the façade.
He washes his hands, observing the blood as it swirls down the drain of the sink.
âSir⊠Captain⊠Is there a way I could call my family? Theyâll be worried about me, and those people took my phone so I donâtââ
âGet on the bed.â
âH-Huh?â
âGet on the bed. I wonât repeat myself.â
Steveâs voice is soft, levelled, yet commanding. And he knows youâll listen. Heâs been over this with so many of the other girls brought in for him as a post-mission reward. You still trust him, he can see it in your eyes. You know him as the superhero you see on TV, where heâs all clean-cut and politically correct as he commands the hearts of millions through his motivational speeches and actions. And by the looks of it, youâre so naĂŻve that he knows you havenât yet figured out what âget on the bedâ truly infers to.
And so you do, gingerly settling down on the edge of his king-sized bed, shaking like a little leaf but he can tell that youâre trying to keep a brave face as you look up at him, determined to trust the super-soldier that the whole country trusted. And breaking that trust, breaking that spirit that shone in your innocent eyes, that was the sweet release he needed tonight, or any other night after each mission made him grow more disillusioned. Breaking your trust, breaking your body so all of this was worth it.
Sometimes, Steve wonders when exactly he had changed. He remembers how plucky and optimistic he used to be. A little bit sardonic, a little bit sarcastic, but he really did have a heart of gold â at least thatâs what people told him. Even after theyâd dug him out from that iceberg, heâd still been that same guy. But that was years ago, and each day he grew more disillusioned with what he preached, what he stood for. He could never settle, never feel like he fully belonged in the world he kept risking his life to save over and over again. Even Bucky, whoâd gone through so much, had managed to find fulfilment through finding love.
Steve, on the other hand, doesnât think love exists.
What does exist is you⊠Sweet, quivering, innocent little you. The SHIELD agents know his tastes down to a tee, and physically, youâre everything he likes, everything he prefers. Itâs nights like these when Steve really feels alive, when he snuffs out the innocence of some unsuspecting girl and reaps his reward for saving countless lives. He deserves this. God knows he deserves this.
âWhatâre you doing?â You whisper, eyes round as saucers as he reaches out to stroke your hair. He bristles slightly, annoyed by your persistant questions. You should know better â he was your superior after all. But youâd learn by the time the night was over, and so Steve resumes petting you, slipping his hand down to rub your cheek, feel your smooth skin under the rough callouses of his hand.
The same hand that had choked two or three HYDRA bastards to death earlier tonight.
âYou will address me as Captain.â He says, dismantling his shield from his back and placing it on the floor against the bed. He follows your gaze, how your mouth drops open in awe despite how scared you are. His cock hardens, knowing youâre impressed by him. By his size, because heâs aware he looks even bigger in person than on the news â enough girls have told him that. And by the shield too, because it reflected his power, his status, everything that he supposedly stood for.
You clear your throat nervously, âS-Sorry, uh, Captain, I just, uh, I was wondering when youâd take me home,â you say the last few words quickly, as if youâre mouthâs dry and youâre rushing to get all your words out. âI n-need to get home, my parents will be worried about me, Captain, and I have homeworkââ
Steve almost snorts at that. Homework. You were even more innocent than he thought you were, if one of your biggest concerns was whether youâd get your homework done or not. And this naivete amuses him, enamours him, but most importantly, it gets him hard.
âYouâll be taken home tomorrow.â He informs you, his tone clipped and formal, clinical like a doctor informing his patient when theyâd be discharged. He liked to keep it like that between him and his ârewards.â Steve didnât believe in intimacy, and didnât feel the need to waste kindness on you or any of the previous girls. He faked kindness and heroic optimism all day, it was only at night in the privacy of his quarters that he could shed all that away and allow his darkness to take over.
âT-Tomorrow? Why? Why not tonight? And why am I here, anyways? Everyone else was evacuated together!â
âEnough.â He says sternly, and you shrink back like a chastised child, or an injured puppy. He watches your lower lip as it juts out, and he wonders if youâve done that on purpose as a way to appease him. He wouldnât fall for it though, he was wise to women and all their cheap tricks they used to wrap weaker, lesser men around their fingers. Steve would never be one of those men. âYou will not speak unless I give you permission.â
Your lower lip quivers, âI donât understandâŠâ
He sits down next to you, acutely aware of how much bigger he is than you. Leisurely, his eyes drink in your body now that heâs much closer to you. The bra pushes your breasts upwards so they spill out attractively over the creamy white lace of the lingerie, and he watches them rise up and down as you breathe heavily, probably trying to keep yourself from crying. He wishes you would cry â tears have always turned him on. But the night is young, and he knows heâll see some tears soon, he always does.
âC-Captain, please, please help me! Iâm so confused and I donât know whatâs going on, and I donât know how I got into this outfit, I think they drugged me, and Iâm scared, and I have homework, and I gotta go now, so plâ OW!â
Steve yanks you forward by your hair, till your face is inches from his, and he can practically smell your fear. Eyes as big as saucers look up at him, shining bright with unshed tears of both fear and pain. He loosens his grip slightly, despite the fact he isnât holding you too tightly â but the serum gives him inhumane strength, and youâre just a weak little girl after all.
âOnce again, Iâm telling you not to speak without permission. Do not make me repeat myself one more time.â
You swallow harshly, bowing your head once he lets go of your hair. But your lips are now pressed tightly together, as if youâre hoping heâll take you home if you shut up and listen. Thereâs still light in your eyes, youâre beginning to question him inwardly but you still trust him, Steve knows you do. And itâs not long now before he crushes that trust completely.
He sighs at your compliance, stroking your quivering bare arm, thrill shooting straight down to his cock because of how soft and smooth you are. He likes the juxtaposition between the two of you right now: you, so soft and small, so much younger than him, like a doll in your pretty lingerie that heâd picked out. And him, more than double your size, jaded with age that didnât physically show, bloodied and scratched suit, rough hands, dark thoughts.
âC-Captain, Iâm scared,â you whisper, and you really do look like youâre about to wet yourself, and it turns him on so much that he doesnât even bristle at you speaking out of turn again.
âGood.â He murmurs, continuing to stroke you like youâre his little doll. Thereâs something about you, something so pure that he canât really put his finger on. In the past, heâs been detached, unforgiving, often just throwing his ârewardâ on the bed, holding her head down against the mattress while he fucked the living daylights out of her. He would be detached and cold with you too, but this time he feels a peculiar need to savour you at the same time.
It's when he grabs your hand and places it on his hard crotch that you start crying in earnest, finally realising your fate.
âWhatâre youâ No, please, not that! Please, I donât know whatâs going on, Captain, pleaseââ
You try to snatch your hand back, but he holds it steadily in place. Youâd never be a match for his strength, no matter how hard you tried â he had more brute power in his pinkie finger than you did in your whole body. And that turns him on even more.
âYouâll go home tomorrow,â he repeats, not even sure why heâs explaining anything to you, because he usually doesnât speak to the girls brought for him at all, let alone reassure them. âTomorrow, youâll see your family but tonight, your body is mine and Iâll do with it what I please.â
You look like youâve seen a ghost, but quickly you shake your head, blinking rapidly as if youâve misheard him. âN-No, Captain, I donât want to! Y-You canât make me,â you look at him pleadingly, trying to tug your hand back but he holds it firmly against his covered cock, âYou wonât make me, will you, Captain? Th-Thatâs wrong! Anâ youâre a good man so youâd never do that!â
âTake it out.â
A different man would have perhaps consoled you, told you it would all be over soon, or maybe even made up an excuse to manipulate you into sleeping with him. A better man wouldâve taken pity on you, given you your clothes back and taken you home. But Steve wasnât like any of those men. All Steve was right now was impatient, and more than ready for his reward. I deserve it, he thinks once more to himself, before pressing your small hand down on his crotch meaningfully.
âTake my dick out.â He repeats sternly, and when you still donât comply (probably because youâre frozen in shock and fear) Steve canât help but quickly undo his fly before pushing your hand down his suit pants, letting out a hiss when he feels your dainty palm and fingers on his rock-hard flesh.
âNo, no, no, please no,â you cry softly, rivulets of tears streaking your face, âThis is wrong, Captain, please.â
He makes you wrap your hand around his cock, smirking to himself when your fingers donât even come close to wrapping around all the way. The serum had made him a lot bigger than average, and a lot thicker too. So much so that every time he had sex, no matter how much he stretched the girls out, there would always be blood. Heâd grown to become turned on by the sight of it.
âIâve seen you on TV,â you whisper desperately, and he knows youâre in that state of mind where youâre just so scared that youâll say anything and everything, âIâve seen how you are, a-and youâre supposed to be the good guy, Captain. Please, let me go, y-youâre a good man so pleaseââ
âShut up.â He says simply, making you take his dick out. That quietens you up for a second, and you gape at his huge dick as it slaps up against his abs which are still covered by the suit. He hasnât had sex or jacked off in about a week now (missions, press conferences, community work and other bullshit had kept him busy) and his dick is almost angry hard, the veins so prominent as he throbs in your hand.
âStroke it.â He instructs you.
You shake your head, hand limp around his hard cock, âYou c-canât, this is wrong.â
âDrop the coy act,â he orders you, feeling a surge of impatience when heâs tried to be level with you for so long, âI know what you kids watch these days on the internet, and all the vulgar movies on television. Now do what I fucking say, or else.â
You look both taken aback and hurt by his sharper tone, and immediately youâre shaking your head.
âN-No, Sir, please. I donât watch any of that stuff, Iâm not allowed to, okay? A-And this is wrong on so many levels, youâre meant to be a good guy!â
Steve finds his cock hardening even more when he hears how youâre not allowed to watch the vulgarity thatâs become so normalised in the media now as compared to back in the day. Were you, perhaps, a girl with morals? Someone who was raised well? He had yet to run in to such a girl in the twenty-first century.
âIâve seen you on the news,â you try again when he doesnât speak, âyou and the Avengers, youâve saved c-countless people. Youâve won wars for us. I w-went to see you when you gave a talk at my school last year, the one about good versus evil. Youâre an inspiration, Captain, you wouldnât do this!â
Youâre talking a mile a minute, and Steve knows youâre doing it to prolong time till your inevitable fate. Heâs tortured enough men to know that goners loved to run their mouths. As for what youâre saying, it has zero effect on him. He didnât believe in what he said, what he stood for â you could never use that to persuade him to take a higher road.
He starts moving your hand up and down on his dick, hissing again because of how pleasurable your dainty hand feels on his rock-hard length, not to mention how much it turns him on that youâre still trying to pull your hand away, looking anywhere but at his cock, embarrassment mixing with the bone-chilling fear on your face.
âY-Youâre not a good man!â you finally sob out, shaking from head to toe as realisation finally seeps through your head.
Your words bristle Steve for whatever reason. In the past, his ârewardsâ have often back-talked him, insulted him as if they thought their words would have any impact on him â which they never did. But seeing you, with your bright, optimistic eyes that clearly looked up to him up until this moment, hearing you call him a bad guy⊠It makes him feel defensive.
âI saved you.â He spits out, âHYDRA attacked your university and I saved you and all your little friends. Youâd be dead if it werenât for me.â
You nod desperately, âI-I know, Captain, thatâs why I donât understand why youâre doing thiââ
âI deserve this.â He says simply, cutting you off. âI risk my life to save unthankful people like you, over and over again. Even a super soldier deserves payment, or at least an incentive to do what I do.â
Your jaw drops open, speechless and horrified. Steve couldnât care less, and he feels another wave of impatience. Two weeks ago, heâd endured a similarly gruelling mission, and his reward had been waiting for him in his room. Sheâd been mouthy, of course, as most women of the twenty-first century were, but heâd fucked her and sent her packing within fifteen minutes. So why, on this particular occasion, was he sitting here making idle chit-chat with some dumb-witted college girl who was half his age?
He's always been quick, and you yelp in surprise when he grabs you by the waist, his rough fingers digging into your soft skin. He drags you into his lap, till youâre crying on top of him, your back to his chest. You struggle and flail against him, but itâs to no avail as he presses you down on top of his thigh, spreading your legs and locking them with his own.
âStop struggling,â he orders you through gritted teeth, although he has to admit that having a weak girl like you fighting against him with all her might while he held you down with just his one arm was quite arousing, âItâll be easier for you if you just stay still.â
âPlease donât, I-Iâm not ready for this, Iâve never done this before, Iââ
Steve snorts at that. He knows youâre young, but he also knows that girls in this century are promiscuous, and thatâs putting it kindly. How many lies would you tell before you realised theyâd all be in vain? He was goddamned Captain America, and he was going to have his way with you tonight no matter what came out of that pretty, pouty mouth of yours.
Grabbing your soft, bare thighs with his hands, he pushes them further apart, all while you cry and quiver in his arms like a wounded animal. Your white, lacy panties hide your pussy from his greedy, impatient gaze, and he wants nothing more than to rip your lingerie apart and ravage you to soothe the ache of his hard cock which is currently pressing against your back.
âPush your panties aside.â He commands, âand donât even think about arguing with me. One more word of insubordination out of you, and you donât even want to know what Iâll do.â
Youâre sobbing and sobbing as you gingerly do what he says, and he licks his lips when he sees your bare pussy, trussed out for him as he holds your legs apart. He canât help but press a finger on your bundle of nerves before swiping downwards over your slit. He frowns. Youâre not wet. That simply wonât do.
Of course, heâs been in this situation before. Not often, because truthfully, women got wet the second they looked at him, turned on by his size, his power, his authority. But sometimes, like now, when one of his ârewardsâ was very scared and non-compliant, she wouldnât be wet. Steve didnât care, and heâd go in dry if he could except, with the sheer size of his dick, it just wasnât physically possible. Often, heâd tell the SHIELD agents to prep his rewards before they were sent to his room â stretch their pussies out by whatever means (he didnât care) so long as they were able to take his girth.
But you⊠Oh, he reckons heâll have fun with stretching you out all by himself.
âTouch yourself.â He says into your ear, holding you in place tightly.
âIâŠIâŠI donât know how, I donâtâ I donât do this, Iâve never done this, Iââ
Thereâs something about your frightened demeanour that makes him realise that maybe youâre not lying after all. He raises a brow, âYouâve never touched yourself?â
âN-No, Sir â I mean Captain â Iâm not allowed to. My parents are very conservative, Sir, I havenât even had my first kiss. Please donât make me do this!â
Steve didnât think it was possible for his dick to get any harder, but it does. So big and painfully hard, it presses against your back almost indecently as he licks his lips, now infinitely more interested in you. So you were a girl raised right in these godforsaken âmodernâ times. His mind conjures up different ways in which he could teach you, mould you, ruin you⊠He doesnât remember the last time he had a virgin â it was probably back in the forties, back when women were pure and of good heart and good intentions.
Maybe tonightâs reward would be sweeter than any other.
He grabs your hand, pressing it against your petal-soft folds. He takes your pointer finger and slowly, gently, circles it around your clit. You fight against him but it only takes you a few seconds to realise that your efforts are completely futile. Steve does not care for what you want, not in the least. Youâre his reward, and he deserves this.
He leaves your finger on your clit, shooting you a deathly look that conveys that you better keep circling it or else. His own eager fingers explore your core, slipping down to probe you, finding that not even one of his fingers fits inside your little fuckhole. In fact, he tries pushing his pinkie finger up inside but to no avail at all. Fuck. You werenât lying â you were definitely a virgin. Another telltale sign is how it only takes a handful of seconds before your wetness begins to spread, and you whimper softly â probably at all the foreign sensations youâre feeling as Steve continues to probe your hole.
âFeels good, huh?â Steve hears himself say softly, and he doesnât know why heâs bothering wasting words on you. He never spoke to any of his other rewards â they were only there for his pleasure, and may as well have been inanimate objects to him. Dolls brought in for him to use and then promptly taken away when he was done with them. But you? Fuck, Steve doesnât know whatâs come over him.
âI-It wonât fit, Captain, please stop,â you cry softly when he tries to force his finger into you again. Youâre adequately wet now, but your pussy continues to reject his finger, and he knows thereâs no way youâll be able to take his dick if he doesnât stretch you out with his fingers first.
âIâll make it fit,â he mutters, throwing you aside on the bed and standing up quickly. He sucks his finger into his mouth, tasting your sweetness and shutting his eyes for a second to savour your taste. And then he shoots you a warning look, âStay there.â
He smirks when you donât move an inch â probably paralysed with fear â as he walks over to the dresser next to his bed. Rummaging through his drawers, he sorts past all the sex toys that some agent had probably stocked up inside. Steve didnât have much use for them, as he considered himself too traditional for toys. But he canât help but be turned on by the idea of using a large dildo on you, or stuffing your virgin ass with a cute plug. But for right now, he grabs the bottle of lube â itâs half empty because of how often heâs had to use it on his past partners. Since the serum, his dick was way too big to go in naturally, especially when it came to a sweet virgin like you.
Roughly, he pushes you down till your back is pressed against his king-sized mattress. He climbs on top of you, rolling his eyes at the fight left in you, how you flail and fight against him despite his body being more than twice your size. He uses his arm to hold you down, but truthfully, he couldâve done it with just his pinkie finger.
âStay still,â he commands, pinning your limbs down flat against the bed. You resort to sniffling and crying silently, your wary eyes watching him as he spreads your legs as wide as theyâll go. A sudden feral urge takes over him, and he rips your panties in half, the flimsy material landing gracefully on his sheets. Your bare pussy glistens up at him, now wet with your sweet cream despite how much you continue to cry. He can smell your sexy aroma; the scent of a virgin pussy and it goes straight to his dick.
With an animalistic snarl, he dips his head down between your legs. Using two fingers to spread your creamy petals, he lays his tongue flat against your quivering fuckhole. You scream in shock, body jerking underneath him but he doesnât care. He grips your thighs, lifting your ass and lower back up off the bed, watching carnally as your wetness drips down to between your ass crack. He spreads your cheeks, smirking when you wail in surprise. He digs his eager tongue between your cheeks, probing your puckered, virgin ass before licking a straight line all the way back up to your pussy, ending with a harsh suck on your clit as he holds your hands at bay.
Itâs come out of nowhere, this sudden need to taste you. Back in the forties; Steve had rather enjoyed going down on women. He knew he was skilled at giving head, heâd been told more than enough times. But he canât remember the last time heâd done it. Never with any of his ârewards,â who were only ever good for fucking on their hands and knees like dogs. But you, you were different.
You wiggle, crying and begging him to let go of you but you may as well be a fly with how weak and inconsequential your pleas are to his ears. Instead, he laps at your baby cunt like heâs starved. Like a starved caveman, he spits down on your clit, wanting to make your pureness as messy as possible. He spreads his saliva all over your core with his fingers, marking you up with his DNA. He encases your now engorged bundle of nerves between his lips once more, giving it another hard suck but this time his teeth graze against it.
âC-Captain, oh-oh my GodâAh!â
Itâs when Steve finally forces his one finger inside you that you squirt, drenching his digit as your walls clamp down around it. And God-fucking-dammit, he canât believe how tight youâre squeezing his one singular finger, how tight and sexy and soft you feel around it. How your slippery walls pulsate around his digit like youâve never cum before in your life â which would explain how quickly youâve come undone. Some of your wetness lands on his face, some of it on the sheets beneath you, and thatâs when Steve realises heâs given a virgin her first orgasm.
He canât help but smirk, his finger still lodged inside you, but not even halfway because youâre still so fucking tight.
âDoesnât seem like you want me to stop after all, sweetheart.â He says, not realising heâs used the pet-name on you until itâs already out of his mouth. He sets the lower half of your body back down on the bed, his finger still inside you.
You sniffle as your whole body shakes with the remnants of your orgasm, âP-Please,â you say faintly, and you canât even raise your head to look down at him, âPlease, can I go home now?â
Steveâs lip curls into a snarl, and he drives his finger inside you with renewed force, curving it upwards even when he feels resistance. You scream bloody murder, and he knows if your orgasm hadnât sapped all your energy, youâd be flailing your legs again. But for now, he easily holds you down, feeling your soft walls encase his finger which is now up to the hilt inside you. Thatâs when he grabs the bottle of lube, squirting out a generous amount onto the rest of his fingers.
âN-No, Captain, please, I canât take another one, I canât, I canât!â You plead, fat tears rolling down your cheeks. âCaptain â Steve â please listen to me, please, look, I canât take another finger, plââ
His palm lands on your clit with a wet smacking sound, and you howl in pain, your pelvis lifting off the bed except he pins you back down with just one hand.
âDonât fucking use my first name. You will address me as Captain. One more slip up and I wonât do you the favour of stretching you out.â His intense blue eyes meet your tear-filled ones, âAnd trust me, you want to be stretched out for when I fuck you.â
With gritted teeth and a cock thatâs now painfully hard, he gets to work trying to stuff another finger into your pussy. His other hand grabs your hip in a bruising grip, and his fingers stroke your smooth, bouncy ass every so often like he canât help it. Youâre turning him on so fucking much; with your crying, how youâre begging him to stop, how weak and small you are, how fucking tight your pussy is. It makes Steve want to say something just so he can hear you speak in response, despite the fact that heâs never vocal during sex.
âTell me, why is your pussy so fucking tight?â
âH-Huh?â
âYou heard me.â
You sniffle again, shooting him a pleading look that he doesnât even bother acknowledging. He just looks at you with waiting eyes as he nonchalantly continues to force his second finger inside you. He wants to hear you say naughty things with your innocent little mouth, and talking would get you to fucking relax so he could penetrate you with his digits properly in order to stretch you out in preparation for his dick.
âI-Iâve never done this beforeâŠâ you scrunch your eyes shut, but a quick slap to your thigh has you opening them again.
âYouâve never fingered yourself?â
âNo!â
âTell me why not.â
You bow your head, âI donât know⊠I just⊠I never did, okay? Iâve never done any of it.â
A wicked thought crosses Steveïżœïżœs mind, âOh yeah? Youâve never done anything naughty, huh? Youâre a good girl?â His second finger curves up to join the first, and your hips jerk forward as you suck in your breath. It makes him smile, and he slowly begins to pump his two fingers in and out of you, âYouâve never, say, humped your baby cunt against your pillow at night? Or your stuffed animals?â
The way you freeze and how your eyes widen is all the confirmation Steve needs. He chuckles darkly.
âSo thatâs the type of girl you are. Riding your pillow at night when you think no oneâs watching, and you probably touch your body all over, too, donât you?â Lightning quick, his other hand leaves your hip, grabbing your wrist and bringing your hand up to your chest. Through the material of your bra, he makes you cup your breast like how he would, wanting to watch with dark eyes as you play with your tits, trying to imagine how hot youâd look doing just that all alone in the privacy of whatever girlish bedroom you had.
Steadily, he continues to finger you, pumping his digits in and out of your greedy, wet pussy, and it makes slurping sounds as it swallows his fingers in over and over again. And he observes you carefully, notices your wide eyes, the sweat on your brow, the way your lips are parted as your breathing shallows out. He even sees the slight buck of your hips, and he knows he has you where he wants you, hanging on to his every filthy word despite your mind screaming at you to continue resisting.
âYeah, thatâs right,â Steve mutters lowly, âI know thatâs what all innocent little girls like you do when they think theyâre alone. You play with your tits and you rub your cunt all over your pillow, till youâve got it all wet and messy. All while you fantasise about a man like me fucking you, taking care of you, huh? Iâm right, arenât I?â
Youâre full on panting now, as if his beguiling words have made you forget all about your resistance, and you rock your hips harder against his thick fingers, little pants and moans sneaking past your pouty lips as he watches you closely.
âAnd then you act like a good girl, and you lie to me and tell me youâve never touched yourself. But you and I both know thatâs not true. Not when you spend your nights alone in your bedroom riding your little pillow while mommy and daddy sleep in the next room, and then when youâre done, I bet you bring it up to your face, just so you can smell your own wetness, right?â
This time, he gives your ass a swift slap when you donât reply, and you cry out in pain before squeezing your eyes shut.
âY-Yes,â you breathe softly, so softly that he barely catches it. But it makes him grin wickedly all the same. He hasnât had this much fun with a reward since God knows when. He never bothers speaking to the lowlife girls brought to him as post-mission rewards, let alone engaging in dirty talk with them as he was with you, hanging on to your every word because it makes his dick so fucking hard.
âOf course, Iâm right,â he mutters, âCaptain always knows. I know youâre a little slut in the making just like all the other college girls of this century. You bring your pillow up to your face and you smell your cunt on there, and you lick it too, donât you? You taste yourself because youâre curious, and you donât have a man like me to show you how itâs done.â
He slips his fingers out of your cunt, your walls automatically squeezing around them as if they want to keep him inside you. But his digits are dripping wet, and he brings them up to your face. He shoves them past your lips, and you protest but all it does is create vibrations around his fingers as he smears them inside your mouth.
âTaste yourself,â he orders you, âsuck on daddyâs fingers, donât be shy.â
It takes him a few seconds to register that heâs just referred to himself as daddy. He hasnât done that in a while â not since the forties, at least. Back then, it was quite common for women to call their man daddy, and Steve remembers enjoying it when he used to fuck the show girls during tours. But now? He usually stuck to being called âsirâ or âcaptainâ or just nothing at all. Because âdaddyâ was way too intimate, it suggested that he was going to take care of you. And he wasnât going to take care of you â he was going to ruin you before youâd be taken away tomorrow.
And yet you look so sweet and cute as you suck on his fingers, too scared to fight back any more although your eyes blaze with objection, and tears stream down your face. He doesnât think youâll stop crying at all tonight, but he doesnât give a fuck about that. Not when your pouty lips look so hot sucking yourself off his fingers.
âThatâs right, get âem nice and wet,â he murmurs lowly, before deciding he misses the feel of your tight cunt squeezing his fingers â and he still has to stretch you out, too. He removes his digits from your mouth, watching as you gasp to breathe. He trails them down your front, down your chest, down your torso, all the way down to your clit. He gives it another smack, loving how you jerk upwards like youâre so damn sensitive.
He grabs a pillow, putting it underneath your ass so he has your cunt propped up and he can examine it better. Your cream is pouring out of you almost, dripping down to the pillow below you while you cry and pretend you donât like it. But the signs are all there, he can even see how your pelvis shakes and humps upwards, because you need a man to fill you up no matter how much you protest.
âTight little baby cunt,â he says softly as he spreads your pussy lips once more. You look so wet and slippery and yet he knows he needs to pour some more lube into your fuckhole, which he does. And then, without giving you much time to react, he shoves three of his fingers inside you, pushing harder and with more force when heâs met with any barrier.
âSTOP, NO, PLEASE! STOP, CAPTAIN â TOO MUCH!â You scream so loudly that the walls seem to vibrate around the two of you.
âShut up and take it,â Steve says, narrowing his eyes up at you before he focuses back on your gorgeous cunt, watching as your leaking hole finally swallows his three digits, âLook at this greedy little virgin pussy, so ready for my big dick to split her in half.â
You shake your head violently, crying and protesting, but itâs when you bat at his head that he sees red. How fucking dare you hit him? Just now, when he was thinking youâd been raised well, but clearly not if you didnât think it was a problem to hit your superiors.
âYou raise your hand at me again, and Iâll hit you back twice as hard.â
His menacing words make you freeze, and you whimper quietly in absolute fear as he continues to play with your pussy. He fingers you in earnest now, three of his digits stretching you out as he scissors you open, amused by the squelching sounds your cunt makes as it swallows his fingers over and over again.
âApologise to me,â Steve demands, âsay you will not raise your hand at your superior ever again.â
You sniffle, âS-SorryâŠâ
âSorry, who?â He pinches your ass unforgivingly.
âSorry, Captain! I wonât raise my hand at my superiors, okay? Iâm sorry, Iâm sorry, Iâm sorry!â You squeal the last few words, your pitch going higher and higher as your hips begin to meet his thrusts. And bless your innocent fucking face, you look so confused by whatâs happening. Your pussyâs jammed tight but he knows it mustâve started feeling good. All greedy little girls like you needed was a little push in the right direction.
Off their own accord, your thighs lock around his hand as you cum for a second time, your walls squeezing and pulsating against his fingers so fucking tightly as you mewl and cry above him. Youâre absolutely gushing with wetness now, and the pillow below your ass is stained dark with your juices. For someone who kept claiming she didnât want this, you sure were receptive to his touch.
Steve snatches his fingers out of you, smirking when you, despite everything, cry in protest at the loss of friction. He bets your pussy feels all gaping and empty now, because he knows how big and thick his fingers are. A normal-sized man wouldâve had trouble stretching your virgin cunt out with his dick â Steve had had that same problem with just his fingers.
But he knows heâll somehow manage to fit his cock inside you if he prepped you well enough. Or else heâd spend the whole night trying to. Often, with the women heâd slept with in the past, heâd be too impatient and couldnât be bothered to prep them properly. Because of that, heâd only be able to fit half his dick inside them, and heâd grown used to fucking them like that, only because it was physically impossible to go any deeper. He wonât let that be the case tonight.
He climbs up your quivering body, and you look spent already after two orgasms, your eyes fluttering like youâre about to pass out. Steve canât have that though, and he taps your cheek not so gently, hovering on top of you till you open your eyes and meet his gaze.
âPlease, Captain,â you whisper faintly, âE-Enough, please. Canât take any more.â
Steve ignores you. Heâs grown distracted by your lips. How wet and warm and pouty they look, glistening with a mix of your salty tears, your cum and your saliva. Fuck. He never kissed any of his ârewardsâ before, it was too intimate and Steve didnât do intimacy. But maybeâŠ
He spits down on your face, his saliva landing on your cheek as you cringe. Fuck intimacy, Steve thinks, using his hand to smear his spit all over your face, till itâs shining with a mixture of both your bodily fluids. So messy yet so prettyâŠ
âN-Never been kissed before!â you blurt out once more all of a sudden, as if youâve read his mind. Your eyes plead up at him, a tiny bit of hope in your eyes as if you truly believe heâll show you empathy and spare you, âP-Please, Sir. Iâve never been kissed, a-and I want it to be specialâŠâ
How cute. You were worried about him spoiling your first kiss as if he hadnât just finger-fucked you to two orgasms in the span five minutes. Amused, he brings his thumb up to your mouth, stroking your pouty bottom lip gently.
âYou donât let the boys at your college kiss you?â He asks, again not fully understanding why heâs even bothering to talk to you, but he figures itâs simply because he finds it amusing.
âN-No, Captain.â
âWhy not?â
âIâm t-too shy, and theyâre not⊠theyâre not interested in me,â you sound so shaky, peering up at him as if you expect him to just get off you now youâve told him your sob story about wanting to save your first kiss to be something special.
Steve snorts. And just how fucking naĂŻve could you be? Youâre fucking delectable, he bets the lowlifes at your college creamed their pants thinking about you. Suddenly, he bristles at the thought of sending you back tomorrow, back to the dumb idiots you went to college with. But he shakes the thought out of his mind to focus solely on you.
âThereâs nothing special about kissing,â he tells you, âLove, intimacy, saving yourself for that special someone â none of thatâs real. The sooner you realise that, the better.â
He kisses you, cupping your cheeks with his hands so that you donât move your face aside. At first, heâs rough, unforgiving, pressing his tongue into your mouth because you taste so sweet and he needs to get more. And then he slows down, registers your soft, quivering lips on his, how rigid they are as you donât kiss him back. He snorts inwardly, not caring in the least. Heâd kiss you all he wanted â he doesnât care if you donât respond.
Steve sighs into your mouth, so tuned in to your senses that he feels your breath hitch, and a tiny squeak sounds past your lips and straight into his. His thumbs, seemingly moving off their own accord, stroke your cheekbones, and he feels your body instinctively relax underneath his â probably because thatâs the first and only gentle gesture youâve felt from him this whole night.
Slowly, he sucks your bottom lip almost sweetly, as if lulling you into a false sense of security. Youâre still too scared or shy to kiss him back, but that doesnât make the kiss any less enjoyable for him. His tongue plays with yours coaxingly, because he canât remember the last time he kissed a girl and liked it so much. And then he feels you give a tiny little kitten lick, as if youâre testing the waters as you move your tongue shyly against his. And the feeling goes straight to his dick.
He pulls away slightly to watch your face, amused when he sees your eyes scrunched shut and your lips slightly pursed, as if awaiting another kiss. And thatâs what he does, giving you one, two, three quick pecks that have you inhaling deeply, and your eyes open cautiously. But they flutter shut almost immediately when they find him staring back at you.
Steve goes in for another kiss, as if one wasnât enough because suddenly itâs like heâs parched, and his raging hard on would have to wait a second longer. His dick is as hard as a metal rod, resting against your bare stomach as he makes out with you. One of his hands reach down to cup your breast, and he can feel your nipple, hard as glass, poke against his palm even through the material of the bra. You squeak into his mouth again, as if him touching and playing with your breast is making your body invertedly respond to him.
He can definitely feel you kissing him back now, even though itâs shy and periodic⊠Your tongue moving slowly against his for a few seconds before you remember youâre not supposed to be enjoying this and you freeze. And then you start again, your tongue timidly stroking against his once more. Then you stop again. Repeat. It makes him smirk against your lips, feeling a rumbling in his chest like he wants to chuckle in amusement.
He pulls away, examining how breathless and cute you look. And you gaze up at him with glassy, wet eyes, those perfect, pouty lips still slightly puckered, as if youâre asking for more. But he continues to just drink in every detail of your face and how you look a mix of scared and curious, afraid and confused.
âW-Was I bad?â you breathe, and your innocent face is begging for reassurance. He knows because little girls like you always want reassurance, are always seeking out the approval of men like him. And a part of him wants to tell you no, no you werenât bad at all. In fact, he rather enjoyed kissing you. But he keeps his mouth shut, because it wasnât his job to reassure you. And maybe he wants you to be a bit insecure; youâd work harder in pleasing him if you thought he didnât like your kiss.
Heâs still cupping your breast with one hand, and he suddenly feels a wave of irritation at the lacy material of your bra. Quick as a wink, he tears your bra apart, the two ripped pieces now lying on either side of you. A hungry growl emanates from him, and he feels like an animal, he really just wants to suck on your tits but his dick is growing impatient, and youâd probably pass out from fear and dread if he stretched this out any longer.
He reaches to grab a condom from where he stashes them in his bedside drawer. Protection was a must for him â who knew what kinds of diseases all these modern, promiscuous girls were carrying? And yet, his hand falters before he draws back completely, his mind clouding with thoughts of how sexy your soft pussy would feel around his dick if he fucked you raw. Yes. He had to fuck you raw, feel your tight virgin pussy around him as he ruined it. He deserved as much.
Instead, Steve grabs the lube once more, acutely aware of you watching him with eyes round as saucers as he squirts a generous amount of it on his dick. He looks back at you, lying deathly still underneath him, looking like youâve seen a ghost. He wonders if your pussyâs still tingling from the two orgasms heâs just given you, and he absentmindedly pumps his dick at the thought. He doesnât think heâs ever been this turned on before in his life, his dick so hard he feels heâll blow his load right there and then.
He lines his cock up against your entrance, his hands holding your silky soft thighs apart. A part of him wishes youâd fight back just one more time, just so he could exert his dominance over you once more, just so it would highlight how weak and small you are. But you lay there, quivering in fear, definitely too scared to fight back, or too distracted by his dick he glides it up and down your wet slit in anticipation.
Suddenly, you grab his arm as if to stop him, and Steve narrows his eyes.
âW-Will it hurt?â You ask softly.
âYes.â
You whimper, your grip on his arm tightening as another tear trickles down your cheek, and you look up at him with desperate eyes.
âPlease, Captain, p-please could you⊠could you make it hurt less? Please?â You beg him so prettily, and he canât help but focus on how your tears get caught in your lashes, and how you sniffle like a baby. âPlease, Iâm sc-scared, Iâ maybe if you were slowâ?â
âItâs going to hurt no matter what,â Steve says briskly, feeling impatient beyond belief, and yet a part of him wants to brush and collect your tears. âIn fact, if I go in slowly, itâll hurt more.â He wonders if he should say more, say anything at all to ease your discomfort. But he reasons that thatâs not his job â heâs not a lovesick boyfriend who needs to worry about your feelings. This is for him. He deserves this.
You start crying softly once more, your whole body shaking. Steve tries to ignore it, focusing on your cunt instead. His dick is twitching with excitement, the tip an angry red as he brings it up against your fuckhole. He grits his teeth and pushes in, but he canât. Youâre too tight â and heâs way too big. He sighs in frustration.
âStop being so tense.â He orders you, pouring another decent amount of lube all over his cock as well as your entrance. Heâd scissored you open with three of his fingers, but it had been an extremely tight fit. And three of his fingers didnât compare to the girth and thickness of his dick â not even the tip of it. He frowns down at you, âYou need to relax. Itâll hurt less if you relax.â
A panicked look flits over your face as you look down at his dick, and he knows youâre intimidated by his size. But then you take a deep breath, close your eyes and he feels your body get less tense underneath him. He smirks.
He grabs his cock by the base and lines it up against your hole once more. You flinch away from him, your innocent, puppy dog eyes blinking up at him. He doesnât give a fuck though, and with a lot more determination this time, he grits his teeth and forces his way inside you.
Your scream is earth-shattering. But itâs music to his ears. Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â
âNO, PLEASE, NO, TAKE IT OUT! TAKE IT OUT! TOO BIG!â
You thrash violently underneath him, limbs flailing before he pins them down. But for a handful of seconds, he canât even really focus on you. Not when heâs finally basking in the glory of being inside your tight little snatch, and it feels almost euphoric. You feel so sexy around him, so hot and velvety, squeezing the life out of his fat cock. Well, heâs only got a bit more than his tip inside you, but it already feels fucking heavenly.
âOh fuck,â Steve mutters under his breath, trying to get a grip and not get too lost in the feeling of your gorgeous fucking pussy. He hasnât even fucked you yet, and yet he feels like his balls are about to blow with how fucking hot it feels being inside you like this.
âIt hurts! T-Take it out, Captain! Please!â Your tiny hand grabs his forearm again, lips puckered so sweetly, even the grimace on your face looks beautiful. Youâre beautiful when youâre in pain, and heâs addicted to the sight of it. For a split second, he imagines itâs his wedding night, and youâre his beautiful bride â sweet, innocent, beautiful bride and heâs just popped your cherry and now youâre his forever.
The thought makes him shudder, and he quickly pulls out (not that thereâs much to pull out, since only his tip had entered you. You were crying and screaming just from being penetrated by only his tip, and this makes Steve smug, despite everything).
Youâve barely caught your breath when he drives his dick back inside you, and this time he really forces it in. Now that heâs got a taste of your warmth, he wants to be completely enveloped in it. His hands grab your hips tightly, forcing his fat cock inside you inch by inch. He doesnât care if it takes all night, he was going to fully penetrate you if it was the last thing he did.
âShhh, shut up and take it,â he orders you as you scream and protest. If any other one of his girls had screamed bloody murder the way you were doing right now, he wouldâve smacked them unconscious. Not you though, and he doesnât know why that is. âGod fucking dammit, how is your pussy so fucking tight?â
âY-Youâre too big,â you answer, shaking your head over and over again, âth-this⊠this isnât normal, Captain, y-you wonât fit! Please stop, somethingâs gonna break, I-Iâm scared, Iââ
He wants to break your pussy. He wants to break you.
âShut up,â he snarls, before a thought occurs to him. Out of nowhere, he kisses you once more. Silencing your protests as his tongue works against yours, and he finds that he was already missing kissing you. God, you felt so good. Your warm, sexy lips against his and your warm, sexy pussy gripping his dick. God, fuck⊠So this is what great sex was, huh? Maybe heâd been fucking the wrong girls this whole time. Maybe he shouldâve sought you out from the beginning â or someone like you. Someone young, innocent, unexperienced, delicate, fragile, a cry-baby. Just the complete opposite of him.
Despite everything, you kiss him back once more. Steve bets itâs because your girlish mind is trying to convince him (and yourself) that youâre a good kisser. He makes a mental note never to give you this reassurance â that way youâd just keep kissing him as if you had something to prove. Or at least that was the hope. Nevertheless, the kissing distracts you enough for him to still inside you (heâd only gotten less than a quarter of his huge dick in) and then he pulls out.
The third time he penetrates you, he does it with more force than ever before. And he bites your lip hard, grunting against you till he can taste your blood. Thatâs when he finally pushes more than halfway inside you, and he hears something rip from within. And you scream, you scream so fucking loudly and straight into his mouth, but he continues to kiss you, basking in the feeling of being inside you properly now. His dick feels so constricted inside your tight walls, but itâs the best feeling heâs ever felt.
He breaks the kiss to look down into your eyes, and savour your reaction to being impaled by him, to being filled up by only half his length. But your head lolls to the side, your eyes rolling to the back of your head.
Youâve passed out.
âWhat a fucking baby,â Steve hisses, shallowly thrusting in and out of you. âCanât even take daddyâs dick inside this tight little snatch of yours without passing out, can you?â Truthfully, he doesnât even want to pull out, heâs so obsessed with how good your pulsating pussy feels around his dick. But he knows he needs to draw back so he can thrust back in even deeper. Heâs only got half his dick inside you now, but heâs determined to get in balls deep before the night is over.
âWake the fuck up!â he commands, wanting you alert as he defiles you. He slaps your cheek lightly several times, to no avail. He sighs, reaching for the glass of water on his side table. He dips his fingers into the liquid before sprinkling the water over your face. He slaps your cheek again, harder this time, and it turns him on when he hits you, taps into his darkest, most masochistic desires that he keeps under wraps from even himself.
It's only when he pulls out and slams back into you that you suddenly rouse, and it takes you a nanosecond to start screaming again, panicking and flailing underneath him once more. But heâs not having it this time, and quickly plasters his palm over your mouth to silence you.
âTell me... how does daddyâs dick feel?â He asks you darkly, and he can sense the sadistic smile on his face fuelled by the sheer power he has over you right now. âAnd Iâll backhand the fuck out of you if you start screaming again, so donât even try it.â
He removes his hand from your mouth and focuses on pushing more into you, and you pant underneath him, silently sobbing and cringing in pain. And yet you swallow and look up at him bravely.
âI-It hurts!â
âAddress me properly.â
âC-Captain, it hurts!â
He narrows his eyes, âNo. I asked you how does daddyâs dick feel?â
Your jaw drops open, and it looks like youâve momentarily forgotten that heâs currently trying to impale you with his huge dick. Your face has the audacity to look mortified, and he wonders how innocent you truly are.
âI canât⊠I canât call you⊠Thatâs wrong!â you sputter, looking almost â dare Steve think it â cute. With your wide eyes and indignant gaze and delicious pouty lips in the shape of an o. You seem to blurt out your next words without even thinking: âY-Youâre not my dad!â
Steve barks out a laugh before he can stop himself, but he straightens his face almost immediately, reaching up to grip your chin harshly between his thumb and forefinger. Faced with your horror-struck reaction to calling him daddy, he now wants you to address him as that and nothing else.
âListen, sweetheart. You may have noticed by now that you donât get much of a say in what happens to you tonight,â he licks up your jawline before his lips brush against your mouth, and he speaks in a whisper, âNow answer my question. And address me properly. Or else.â
You look mortified, scrunching your eyes shut as you breath rapidly in and out. âIt⊠It hurtsâŠdaddy.â
Steve feels like heâll bust a nut right there and then. He doesnât think heâs ever been more turned on. Youâre so small and shy, so tiny and naĂŻve and scared like a baby, and now youâre calling him daddy in that sexy, shaky voice of yours. Goddamn, what a sexy little slut you were. And heâd take care of you tonight, just like any daddy would. Oh⊠damn right heâd be your daddy tonight. God fucking dammit, you were such a little slut for calling him that!
With a renewed, carnal type of lust, Steve grabs your legs and hoists them over his shoulders. You yelp as he folds you in half like a goddamned pretzel. And the juxtaposition, the visual of your naked body underneath him still in his bloodied suit from the mission â God, it turns him on so much. He presses another kiss to your lips, guiding you into making out with him, wanting you to get obsessed with the idea of kissing him. And then he pulls away, and looks you right in the eye.
âNow you can scream.â
âHuh?â
He slams into you so fucking hard, heâs sure you see stars. And if you were screaming loudly before, itâs nothing compared to now. His entire floor is sound-proofed, but heâs sure the people above and below can hear you. Heâs pushed himself far deeper into you, so deep that he senses something rip inside you again. And youâre crying, your little fists pounding against his chest, and yet Steve grits his teeth and mutters, âtake it, just fucking take it,â pushing into you bit by bit, inch by inch, so determined to finally get his cock all the way inside you. Pulling out a bit, then pushing in some more while your tight walls try to push him out but heâs so much fucking stronger than you.
A deep rumble emanates past his lips when he finally â fucking finally â bottoms out inside you, and he leans down to press his forehead over yours so he can savour the moment. You were his, completely, irrevocably, undeniably his. You whimper and cry underneath him but itâs music to his ears, your sweet reaction to him popping your cherry, completely snatching away your virginity and possessing it as his forever. He looks down to where you two meet, sees your pussy stretched out completely around his girthy dick, and it makes him want to spontaneously combust.
âYouâre mine.â Steve breathes against your lips, and for the second time tonight, the image of you as his little bride flits through his mind. Yes, youâd make a very fitting bride for him. Small and submissive and innocent. And heâd never taken marriage seriously before now but⊠well, how could he give you up? When heâd taken your virginity and made you his? How could he possibly send you back to wherever youâd come from? The mere thought fills him with vitriolic rage. No. You were to stay with Steve, and youâd be his bride. His wife. His. âSay it. Say youâre mine.â
You donât argue this time, or even hesitate. He knows heâs broken you when you look up at him, dazed expression on your face. âIâm â Iâm yours, daddy.â
Fuck. And youâd gone and called him daddy again without him even having to prompt you. Yes. That more than sealed your fate. You would be his now. His girl. His wife. Heâd keep you locked up in his room forever, the same reward that heâd look forward to coming home to after every mission.
âHow does it feel to have your baby pussy split open on my cock, sweetheart?â He presses kisses down the nape of your neck, excitement rippling through him at his impulsive decision to make you his wife. The thrill of finding a bride as cute as you makes him want to kiss you even more, and he nips at your neck before reaching your lips, pecking them once, twice, three times. All while you look up at him with glassy, wet eyes and a pitiful expression mixed with something else.
âPlease,â you breathe quietly against his lips, and with sapped energy you manage to grab a fistful of his suit, pulling it to get his attention, âPlease, make it hurt less. Please.â
Steve smirks, pulling out of you and preparing to slam back in. But he grows distracted by the sight of his cock, completely coated scarlet with your blood. Your virgin blood. The pillow under your ass is stained with drops of dark crimson too, and heâs never seen anything like it. Fuck. Heâd really done a number on you, hadnât he? And he hadnât even begun fucking you yet.
I deserve this, he thinks to himself.
He slams into you again, the gasp dying in your mouth when he grabs you by the chin and forces you to look down at where you two meet. Your eyes grow wider, your mouth dropping open as you shake your head in disbelief at the sight of your pussy so stretched out to accommodate his girth.
âWhatâre those conservative parents of yours gonna think when they find out their good little girl just got her pussy ripped apart by a man twice her age?â
You swallow and shake your head, âIâIâŠâ
âAnswer me!â
âTheyâd be d-d-disappointed!â You cry out, ripping your gaze away from the sight of his dick penetrating your formerly virgin pussy, instead looking up at him instead, your mouth looking so deliciously pouty.
Steve smiles wickedly, âItâs a good thing youâre not their little girl anymore, huh? Youâre mine now, so their opinion doesnât matter.â
âTh-They like you! Theyâre fans of you⊠They wouldnât like this at all! OH MY GOD!â You gasp, and he has to hold you down to keep you from sliding upwards from the power of his thrusts. You cry out once more, âW-Was supposed to â ah! â wait till I was marriedâŠâ
The mention of marriage has Steve imagining you as his little bride once more. He already owned your body, mind and soul â but the marriage certificate would make sure he owned you under the eyes of the law too. His kept woman youâd be, fluttering around his apartment like a bird in a gilded cage. Or maybe heâd move you into one of the suburban properties he owned, where he could come home to you and relieve all his tension and worries. Yes. It would be perfect. Heâd make all the arrangements tomorrowâŠ
For now, he focuses back on fucking you silly. Pulling out all the way, he rams his dick straight back into your cunt, and you let out a sound thatâs a mix between a squeak and a moan. He looks down at you curiously.
âYou like that? You like daddyâs big dick?â He grabs your hands, squeezing them tightly.
âT-Too big!â Your eyes flutter shut as if youâre about to pass out again. âC-Captain, please slow down! H-Hurts so bad!â
Steve bristles. Hadnât he explicitly told you to call him daddy? After all, heâd be your daddy now. You wouldnât be your fatherâs property after tonight. No, you were Steveâs. He was your daddy, and heâd take care of you because youâd soon become his bride. But he wouldnât have an insolent, insubordinate wife who couldnât take instructions well. That wouldnât do at all.
He grunts, letting go of your hands and wrapping his fingers around your throat instead. You squeal in protest but it lands on deaf ears. His other hand presses down over your mouth once more.
âShut up!â He snaps, âStop squealing like a little bitch. It hurts but youâre just going to have to take it. And you better start calling me daddy, or else Iâll drag you back downstairs and fuck you in front of everyone.â He only means it as a threat, but he knows by the way your breath hitches that youâre innocent enough to believe him.
He removes his hand from your lips and taps you roughly on your cheek, âTell me you understand.â
You nod, receiving a harder tap on your cheek and a menacing look.
âI-I understand, daddy, I â oh â oh my!â
He thrusts into you with such force, he knows youâre seeing stars. And itâs subtle, but Steve catches it. He catches the shift in your expression, this unfamiliar spark in your eye as if you donât know whatâs happening with your body. But Steve knows. Your body is finally starting to respond to his cruel ministrations â just like he knew you would. You were an innocent little baby but you were also a horny little slut who was enjoying getting fucked by a man like him.
âItâs starting to feel good, huh?â Steve whispers against your lips, imagining the different ways heâd take you for the rest of the night. Of course, youâd probably pass out again once he was done with this first round. But after that? Maybe heâd put you on top of him, bounce you up and down on his cock and get in even deeper that way. Or heâd make you suck his cock, or maybe heâd manhandle you till you were on his face, rubbing that sweet, gorgeous little baby cunt on his â
âI-I donât understand!â You cry, and he feels you wiggle your hips subtly as if youâre trying to do it without him noticing, âFeelsâŠfeelsâŠoh, oh god!â With abandon, your head lolls back and you rut your hips up against his dick, meeting his thrusts. Steve chuckles, a satisfied feeling spreading across his chest.
âAll that crying and screaming, just for you to enjoy getting fucked by me,â Steve murmurs, brushing your hair off your face so he can gauge your expression better. You look so pitiful, biting your lip and looking up at him with wet eyes, humping up against his dick and your eyes reflecting the confusion you felt. âBut donât worry, all little girls like you love getting fucked by their daddy. Itâs only natural, sweetheart.â
âD-Daddy, please,â you pant, and now your hands come up to grip a fistful of his suit, and he knows that you donât even understand the pleasure youâre slowly starting to feel. And youâre gripping his cock so tight as he rams in and out of you, building up a steady pace now. He knows heâs found your g-spot and heâs pounding against it, but you have no fucking clue and itâs the hottest fucking thing ever.
âLook at you, humping your baby pussy up against daddyâs dick,â Steve shakes his head as if heâs reprimanding you. He spits down on your face, wanting you even messier. His hand leaves your throat as he shoves two of his fingers past your lips, spreading them open and spitting again. His saliva lands on your tongue, âSwallow it, you nasty fucking slut. I knew Iâd make you my little slut before the night was through. I said fucking swallow it. Thatâs right. Good girl.â
âAh, ah, ahâ tingles⊠I â daddy! P-Please, I donât know whatâs â AH!â
 Your breathless moans and nonsensical garbles are like music to his ears, but nothing compares to the way you clamp down on his cock when you suddenly squirt around it. The way you squeak and clutch him tightly, and he fucks you through your orgasm. Your very first orgasm while getting fucked, and itâs so fucking sexy the way your tight walls flutter around him. God, he could get used to this feeling â buried deep inside your wet, tight snatch every single night from here on out.
âDid daddy make you feel good?â He breathes, hips moving like a jackhammer, his balls slapping against your pussy as he continues to fuck you.
You nod timidly, wiped out from your orgasm to say anything else. He smirks, watching your breasts bounce up and down as he fucks the living daylights out of you and you just lie there beneath him and take it. As if a part of you had understood that this was to be your job from here on out â his little fuckdoll, his little prize after God knows how many listless years of saving the world, saving people who he didnât give a flying fuck about.
Heâd won countless medals of honour, rewarding him for his bravery in serving his country, in saving his people. But you were his true prize, with your tight cunt that was his and his only. And how jealous every other man would be! He knew they already envied his physique, his fame, his authority. Now all those assholes would have another reason to envy him â because his little bride was the most innocent, most vulnerable, most beautiful girl theyâd ever lay their eyes on. And it would be his bed in which youâd be, night after night, waiting with spread legs for him to fuck you.
Of course, heâd fuck other women if he so wanted to. Steve didnât believe in love or monogamy. He believed in ownership, though. And he owned you, every part of you from your cunt to your soul. You wouldnât even look at another man ever again, or else Steve would have you killed. And the thought of you with another man is what incenses him even more.
With a low growl, he pulls out of you. Your eyes shoot open, your mouth pausing mid-moan to look up at him desperately. Your cunt shamelessly humps the air, and he canât believe what a little harlot youâve turned into after your first taste of sex. He looks down at his blood-covered dick, grabbing it by the base. He lays his fat cock on your stomach, painting your smooth skin scarlet with your own virginal blood. The sight turns him on even more, and with another growl, he puts your legs down and flips you over on your stomach.
He grabs your ankle, dragging you to the foot of the bed while you squeak in protest and confusion. He gets off the bed, standing up to his full height as you cower beneath him, looking back at him over your shoulder warily, a trail of blood on the sheets from where heâd dragged you.
âHands and knees,â he orders, âand donât fucking make me repeat myself.â
This time, you do obey pretty quickly. Mustering up whatever energy you have left, you shakily get on your hands and knees. He grabs your hips just in time, keeping you upright before your body has a chance to collapse. Your legs are shaking and he knows your body canât take much more. He doesnât care, because he owns your body and youâll take what he gives you.
âNice ass,â he smirks, squeezing and kneading your ass cheeks liberally before giving your ass a hard smack that has your knees buckling. He hoists you back up by your hips, âThank me for the compliment, sweetheart.â
âTh-Thank you, daddy.â You answer almost at once, and Steve grins wolfishly. Heâs broken you. He bets youâd do just about anything to please him now. He bets youâve forgotten about your life back home, and all your tiny mind can think about now is your daddy and his big cock.
With a grunt, Steve pistons his fat cock inside you once more. And god, from this angle, with your gorgeous, perky ass right in his fucking face, he feels like heâs going to blow his load any second. You start moaning again, rocking your hips backwards, garbling âpleaseâ and âdaddyâ and other nonsense. Your ass bounces with each thrust, and Steve canât help but slap it brutally hard, over and over again, wanting you even more bruised and bloody than you already are right now.
âYou like it rough, donât you?â he asks, slapping and pinching your ass while he watches his dick disappear inside your sexy cunt over and over again, âyou tried to act all innocent and cute, telling me you had fucking homework to do tonight, fuck!â He lifts your hips up off the bed to get a better angle, till heâs holding your entire lower body up in the air. It gives him better leverage, since heâs so tall, and he fucks you on his dick like you were nothing more than a fleshlight.
âI â ah, daddy! â I d-do have h-h-homework â OH MY GOD!â
It just gets Steve even harder, hearing you be so innocent despite being held up and fucked like a dog. Youâve got your elbows propped on the mattress to keep you up, your legs flailing helplessly as he holds your hips in the air, ramming you repeatedly with his fat cock till he knows youâre seeing stars.
âForget about your fucking homework from now on,â he spits out, grabbing your ass lewdly and jiggling it, fascinated by how it bounces so cutely. âThereâs no way Iâm letting you go back to that college of yours.â
âWh-What?â
He doesnât answer, and the room is filled with sounds of skin slapping against skin, the carnal sound of Steve staking his claim on you. With all his other rewards, heâd be done in about fifteen minutes. You, heâd have you all night if he could. Well, he can â heâs built like a fucking tank with stamina for days. You, on the other hand, keep looking like youâre going to pass out and heâs pretty sure heâs done some type of damage to your pussy. Heâd have SHIELDâs physician check you tomorrow.
He throws you back down on the bed, not giving you a chance to even catch your breath before heâs on top of you, flipping you on your back and urgently pressing his lips to yours. Much to his smugness, this time you respond as if itâs muscle memory, kissing him back as best as you can. And for a person whoâs just learnt how to kiss, you sure were extremely desperate for it. You keep kissing him even when he enters back into you for the third time, fucking you on your back and this time you wrap your arms and legs around him like a goddamned koala bear, your kisses growing more fervent till Steve pulls away and chuckles against your lips.
âYou like kissing me?â He finds himself asking you, holding you in place beneath him as he fucks you hard, but his one hand comes up to grip your chin so you donât look away, âbe honest, baby. You like kissing daddy?â
Your eyes widen in fear at the direct question, and he watches the panic on your face. But then your features contort in pleasure as he repeatedly hits that spot deep inside you, and you nod desperately, surging up to kiss him again but he pushes you back down.
âUse your words.â
âAh, y-yes, I do, okay!? I like it! P-Please!â
You start doing that thing again, humping pathetically up into him as if to meet his thrusts. And he wonders if you realise how easy heâs truly going on you. He reckons heâs using about five percent of his power right now as he rams into you repeatedly. Any more than that and heâs sure heâd shatter your pelvis or cause permanent damage.
âKiss me, then.â Steve says, not knowing why he sounds so gentle. He probably had something stuck in his throat, but he doesnât dwell over it because, like a good little girl, you obey him. Your needy lips, your desperate tongue poking against his in a perfect kiss. He groans into your mouth, his thrusts going sloppy as your cunt squeezes around him because youâre so turned on by him kissing you.
âAm I⊠A-Am I doing this right, daddy?â You breathe, batting those fucking sexy, innocent eyes up at him.
Steve smirks, âYouâre fine.â
Youâre more than fine, of course â but he doesnât need you knowing that. He needs you to be as insecure as possible. It made you even hotter, the look of self-doubt that you have on your face right now. Heâs violated your body, heâs still violating your body, and yet all you seem to be focusing on is the fact that he thinks your kissing is âfine.â Not good, not great⊠but fine.
You kiss him once more, even more desperately this time, as if youâre trying to prove something. Steve relishes how easy it is to play with your mind, how naĂŻve you are. How much heâll enjoy playing with you when he makes you his wife. He continues pistoning his dick inside you as he lets his mind wander.
All the others would be so fucking jealous of him â even Bucky, who had a girl already but Buckyâs girl was nothing compared to you. Heâd drag you around the whole building, the whole headquarters, the whole compound, showing you off like a shiny, new toy. Thatâs what you were â his very own toy.
Heâd take you into meetings with him, make you sit on his lap and play with you in front of everyone. And heâd chop the dick off of anyone who looked at you in a way he didnât like. Heâd make you wear pretty dresses, make you look like a cute little housewife, train you to answer his every command. Fuck yeah, youâd be his reward. He deserved you, after all he had sacrificed for his country, for the world.
âD-Daddy, Iâm feelin- tingly again!â you moan, your words shaky from how hard heâs fucking into you. Your legs wrap tighter around his waist and in return he clutches you harder, determined to make you squirt again before he had his own release.
âOh yeah? What does it feel like?â
âD-Daddy â nnghâŠah, IâIââ
He swats your clit harshly, making you howl in what he knows is pleasure. His dick hammers in and out of you unforgivingly, and youâre such a fucking slut, humping up against him, crying for your release. And itâs such a far cry from how much you were resisting him at first, he canât believe what a little slut heâs reduced you to in such little time.
âStupid girl, canât even talk anymore, can you?â he mocks, pinching your clit meanly, bullying it as he rubs it fiercely. Till youâre thrashing underneath him, so desperate to cum that you donât even care that your body is betraying you. âTell me youâre a stupid little girl!â
âOh fuck! Iâm a â a â a stupid little girl!â
He can see the remnants of your tears stained to your cheeks, and he feels a carnal level of possession within him. With a growl, he lewdly licks the side of your face, claiming his territory, tasting your salty tears. Roughly, he tugs your hair, pulling your head to the side and biting down on your neck. So hard that he draws blood, and then he licks that up too. God, what a little slut you were â a slut disguised as an angel and you were making him act like a motherfucking animal.
And now the side of your neck sported his bite mark, your porcelain perfect skin marred by his branding of you. And this was just the beginning â Steve already knows that he plans to mark you in many different ways. Tomorrow, heâd get one of the agents to bring over a tattoo artist to tattoo his initials somewhere on your body. Maybe right above your baby cunt, just so you would always remember who you belonged to. He smirks, and wonders what your conservative parents would think of that.
âWhat would your parents think now, sweetheart?â He asks, grabbing one of your legs and hoisting it over his shoulder for a better angle. And youâre so pliable, so easily going along with whatever heâs doing to you like a perfect little doll. âWhat would they think of their perfect little girl getting fucked by Captain America like itâs her fucking job?â
You panic, as if the mention of your parents is a reminder of how wrong this all is for you â not that Steve gives a fuck. Biting your lip to keep from moaning at all the sensations youâre feeling, you shake your head. Only for him to slap you not so lightly on the cheek.
âAnswer me, baby girl.â
âTheyâd â ah â theyâd hate this, theyâd be upset, theyâd â OH FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!â You scream out all of a sudden, your pussy walls gripping him like a vice, âO-Oh, Iâm feelinâ I gottaââ
âHold it.â Steve hisses warningly.
But you donât. Of course, you donât. Babies like you couldnât hold orgasms for shit. And you cum, crying for him and gripping him tightly, and Steve feels like heâs going to lose it with how sexy it feels. It feels like your cunt is trying to swallow him up, crying for his seed as it pulsates around his fat cock that continues to move in and out.
âBad girl,â Steve chastises, giving you another not-so-gentle slap on the cheek because you look like youâre about to faint again. He jostles you with the forces of his dick, still ramming in and out of you at lightning speed. âYou do things without permission a lot at home?â
You have the audacity to, despite everything, look indignant: âN-No, never, I neverââ
âThen what made you think you could cum without your daddyâs permission?â
Your lips purse as if youâre about to cry, and you blink up at him so goddamned innocent. Steveâs honestly surprised heâs still going, surprised he hasnât busted a fucking nut with how goddamned cute and sexy you are.
âIâmâŠIâm sorry, I couldnât â ah! â I had to, IâIââ
âGive me another one,â he orders you darkly.
âWh-Whatââ
âYou heard me. Cum for daddy again. Since you like doing it so much.â
Frantically, you shake your head, âC-Canât! Too much, daddy, itâs too muchâ O-O-HHH GOD!â
He reaches down to strum your clit before a dark thought crosses his mind. His fingers slip lower, gathering the wetness of your pussy along the way. Lower, between the cleft of your ass cheeks. He canât resist giving one of your perky cheeks a hard smack, before going straight for your puckered hole. He circles it with his thumb and your body stiffens in shock and horror.
âN-No, daddy, no please, thatâs wrong, thatâsââ
Steve shoves his finger in your tight, virgin asshole. He hadnât been planning on defiling that third hole tonight, but oh well. And itâs even tighter than your pussy, and you clench against his digit like a fucking whore because he knows you like it. You like your daddyâs finger up there. His fucked up little wife-to-be⊠God, you were so perfect for him.
 With his fat cock, Steve fucks your pussy and at the same time, his huge finger fucks your tiny ass. Pumping in and out of your tiny hole while you cry and yet once more you slowly begin humping up against him. As if the depravity of it all turned you on even more â which he knew it did.
Your hand tugs at his bicep, making him shift his gaze back up to you.
âItâs happening again, daddy, itâsâ d-donât stop, Iââ
Steve licks his lips, âSay youâll marry me.â
Your eyes widen the most they have all night, âWh-What?!â
âSay it!â He orders, âSay it or else Iâll fucking stop and leave you hanging. Say youâll marry me, be my wife and do whatever the fuck I tell you to do.â
âN-No, Iââ
He stills his hips, only for you to shake your head and grip his arm harder in desperation, humping up against him hopelessly.
âSay it. Say youâre daddyâs little bride. Fucking say it.â
âI-Iâm daddyâs little bride, okay? Iâll do it, daddy, Iâll marry you, I â OH FUCK, PLEASE â Iâll do whatever you say, I, just please, Iââ Youâve lost it, completely lost it as new tears swell from your eyes and you beg him as if you have no shame at all. And Steve feels all the pride and smugness in the world as he resumes fucking you, knowing he wonât last any longer after this carnal display of submission from you.
âCum.â He orders you, âright now, sweetheart, do what I say and cum for daddy.â
You squirt so violently around his cock, that your whole body shakes and shudders, youâre so overwhelmed by pleasure. Toes curled and tears streaking your face, you hold him so tightly that heâs surprised by your strength, and you keep moaning his name, you keep moaning âdaddyâ over and over again as if he got his agents to reprogramme your brain and itâs all you know how to say now.
âThatâs right, baby girl,â he mutters lowly, âsqueeze that pretty little princess cunt around daddyâs dick. Youâre such a good fucking girl.â
âTh-Thank you, daddy,â your meek response, barely audible by how quietly you say it, is not something he expected, and it goes straight to his dick. Not you, not his little bride, thanking him for deflowering you in the most brutal way possible? Fuck, heâd broken you. Youâd be licking the palm of his hand by tomorrow; he just knew it.
The thought makes him shudder, his dick twitches and then he unloads inside you. Spurt after spurt unloaded straight into your pussy, and itâs such a satisfying feeling, pumping you full of his seed. Filling you the fuck up, and heâs glad he didnât use the fucking condom. And thereâs so much of his cum, because of the serum of course, so much that it doesnât even fit inside you. It pours out of you and you watch with wide eyes before letting out a soft cry.
âIâm not⊠Iâm not protected, I donât take birth control, IâIâŠâ Your voice trails off, too weak to voice any more protestations as Steve continues to empty himself inside you, your words having no effect on him whatsoever.
âGood. Youâd be lucky to carry my child.â Steve informs you, his cock already thickening again at the thought of him knocking you up. Heâd never had an interest in having children before now, but fucking a whole family into you seems like the hottest fucking thing he could do right now. Captain America: the family man. It made sense for his image.
Your protests fall on deaf ears, and he remains inside you, till heâs finally emptied out and your poor, raw pussy is overflowing with his cum. But he stays on top of you, propped up on his elbows as he watches you underneath him. Your chest rising and falling as you breathe, and youâre so pretty, and he canât help but lean down to kiss you again. Once, twice, three times. He frowns when you donât kiss him back, drawing back to take another look at you.
Your eyes have fluttered shut. Your body couldnât take it. Youâve passed out once more.
Steve smirks, feeling himself hardening up again inside you. He had absolutely no qualms with fucking you back to consciousness again.
***
Itâs gone past midnight when Steve hears a knock on his door. He calls for them to come in, and two SHIELD agents appear in his doorway. The same two who always come to take away his rewards after heâs done with them.
The female agentâs jaw twitches at the sight. Steve on the bed, having changed and washed up with a quick shower. And youâre next to him, passed out on the bloodied sheets. Steve reckons you look beautiful, like youâre sleeping.
âWould you like for us to take her away, Captain?â The male agent asks.
âNo. She will stay with me. Contact her family and let them know, make them pack a bag for her and make sure it arrives here by tomorrow.â
The male agent nods, but the female â itâs always the damned females, Steve scorns â she hesitates.
âCaptain, she looks like sheâs in bad shape. Maybeââ
âThat will be all.â Steve interrupts, âyou can leave now.â
They do, and Steve turns his attentions back to you â his little girl, as you begin to stir.
âShhh,â he orders, when you open your mouth to speak. Your eyes look bleary, you look confused, wondering whether all this was a dream or not. Steveâs in no mood to indulge you, and yet he presses his thumb past your lips. And fuck, it goes straight to his dick when you readily accept it, sucking his thumb like a baby as you blink up at him.
His beautiful, broken little bride.
âGo back to sleep.â Steve tells you, âTomorrowâs going to be a busy day for us. You need all the rest you can get.â
Yes, tomorrow. When heâd parade you around his teammates as Captain Americaâs little bride. It would be perfect. His forever reward.
Tony had his alcohol, Sam had his parties, Bruce had his research and Bucky had some girl. But Steve? Steve had drawn the best cards out of all of them. Because he had you. Your submission, your devotion. You.
He deserved this.
AKFSLA THE END!! Steve's inner monologue was unhinged af. I know! Please, please let me know what you think!!! It would mean the world, please do reblog and leave feedback!!! I have been writing this for around two weeks and would love to know what you think!!! As usual, thanks so much for reading my work and supporting me!!! I love you guys!! SORRY IF IT SUCKED ASDAGNL.
ALSO please forgive me if i got anything wrong about shield or hydra or any of that. like i literally am not an expert asnglagl okaybye!!!
#this is fucking vile and unhinged I need more oh my fucking goD#dark captain America invading my thoughts
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I liked them both. Then I spent an absurd amount of time in procreate dreams animating this drawing to blink. I use my time wisely!
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any other girls feel a permanent sense of unbelonging no matter where they are or who they are with
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I'm so tired of living this way (â girl that will never do anything to change her way of living because breaking the routine scares her more than anything)
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the bond between a girl and their favorite fictional man is both an unstoppable force and an immovable object
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if anyone needs me iâll be ripping the LED headlights out of every vehicle in the country
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Iâm simultaneously the most obsessive most detached girl in the world
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