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[captains-girlmcu]

Hear me out! How about Mafia Steve rogers having hate sex with reader because they were having an argument and reader had attitude. He fucks her like i need to dicipline you, you little brat and she is calling him daddy.

I'm Bored! // Mafia!Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader

A/N: Thank you for the request! ♥ I hope you like this!

Side Note: This isn't a part of the mafia!stucky universe, just wanted to clarify that lol

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, dom/sub, rough sex, spanking, ripping clothes, degradation, praise kink, size kink (!), desk sex, creampie, edging, overstimulation, daddy kink, pretty behaviour, slight misogyny/stereotypes, hairpulling, fingering, exhibitionism, slight subspace

Words: 2.6k

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“I know what you’re doing”. Steve slammed his phone onto the desk as his nostrils flared, eyes glaring with an intensity that any sane person would have backed away with their head lowered in submission.

It seemed you had a death wish today as you smirked and continued to piss him off, wanting the exact reaction you were receiving from your Mafia boyfriend. Stomping your foot and clenching your fists, you continued in a shrill, high-pitched tone for an added effect that you knew would drive him into the depths of mental hell. ”I’m not doing anything! I just feel so trapped in this stupid box of an office!”

As you so politely described, this stupid box of an office was an executive suite in one of the skyscrapers that towered over Brooklyn that he could view from the ceiling-to-floor windows. The office had to be the biggest in the building, with enough space for his desk, sitting area, kitchen and a vastly sized table to fit at least 15 people for meetings specified for the mafia boss.

And yet, here you were, moaning about the size, knowing that there was nothing more extravagant or luxurious than his office. In your defence, it had been a long day of being out of the office, as Steve had to travel for hours across his city to check the quality of stolen goods and meet with many influential people with the hopes of selling said stolen items. It hadn’t been a particularly trying day for the most part, but you quickly became bored, especially as you had to remain quiet during these meetings.

From an outsider's perspective, you were meant to be the pretty timid girlfriend of the mafia boss. His eye candy. There to hang on his arm and warm his lap and nothing more. In reality, he had wanted you there so that you could be more involved in the gang, understand how the meetings work, and contribute to decisions once back to the office if you deemed the people trustworthy enough to work with.

The staying quiet aspect of your role was also just for your safety. If you talked, that was an open invitation for the powerful individuals to talk back, and you weren’t ready to be involved in those sorts of conversations just yet. Therefore, you were more than happy to remain Steve's silent, pretty girlfriend.

Today, however, you were feeling antsy from the lack of talking, stiff from sitting for so long and needy for something a little more exciting than hand-holding or sitting on his lap. Especially now you were in the comfort of the office and could really rile Steve up. Maybe you were being a brat, but you were so bored and frustrated you wanted to get your heart pounding and some sort of relief, so pissing Steve off was the best option for this.

“Stop trying to take your clothes off-! Fucks sake. Everyone out!” Steve ordered the guards stationed by the door, and they promptly followed his directions as they left with a slam of the door.

You pause, with one of the straps of your dress halfway down your arm, turning to face him directly with a wicked smile on your face. Oh, he was pissed, verging on genuinely being angry with the way the vein on his neck was bulging and throbbing.

“I hate when you get like this. We were having a nice fucking day, too”, he demands whilst beginning to remove his tie and jacket. You knew he didn’t mean it; he always loved being able to dominate you just as much as you loved being an irritating brat and getting on his last nerve.

Your cunt pulses in desire watching him closely, eyes blazing with excitement as you bite your lower lip to try and hide the unmistakable grin. “Was it a nice day for me or for you, Steve? Because it’s been a boring day for me. All I’ve been doing for hours is standing there and looking pretty. Do you know how boring that is? I want to live a little! My clothes feel too tight, too claustrophobic. I want to be free!”

Steve doesn’t say anything, but he does glare as he begins to undo the cuffs of his white shirt, rolling up the sleeves to reveal the muscular forearms beneath. It was only as he rounded his desk that you began to back up, taking a quick step backwards, but they were no match to the giant strides of his long legs as he was in front of you in a matter of seconds. His chest bumped into yours, forcing you to continue backwards until your back was flush against the cool glass windows.

Steve towered above you, even with your black heels adding a few inches to your height; he always seemed to be a gargantuan man, adding warmth to your core. Looking up at his glaring face through your lashes and biting your lip, trying to look as innocent as possible.

“Think you’re being cute by acting like this? Like a brat with all that attitude?” he snaps, reaching up to wrap his massive hand around your throat, not squeezing as such but just so that you stayed still and he could feel the thump of your racing heartbeat beneath his fingertips.

“I think I’ve got the response that I wanted, so yes, I think I am being cute”, you say confidently whilst reaching for the bulge in his slacks to show just how turned on he was, squeezing it tightly and making it throb.

Steve’s eyes drop to your hand as he subtly thrusts into your palm, but as he looks back towards your face, you know he has something planned as it is his turn to smirk. “You said your clothes felt tight. Well, let’s change that Princess”.

The hand around your neck lowers to your hip, turning you around so your front is pressed against the window, forced to look out over the city of Brooklyn. Before you could even look over your shoulder to see what was next, your body was shaken as Steve gripped the left and right side of your dress and pulled, effortlessly ripping the red dress down the zip so it fell from your body. You were left in only your thong and heels, wholly exposed to the city below.

Steve’s hand is then suddenly in your hair, pulling your head back against his shoulder and forcing your chest to push up, your nipples perking from being pressed against the startingly cold glass.

“Does this make you feel any more free? You know I love it when people watch me touch you. Well, now we’ve got the whole city watching Princess”, Steve whispers as he runs his nose down your neck.

You shiver as he nudges the sensitive spot just below your ear, “Yes, Steve-”.

The hand in your hair tightens, “Excuse me?”

“Daddy”, you correct yourself quickly, “Yes, Daddy, thank you for making me feel more free and showing me off to everyone”.

He hums to himself, “I think it’s about time I should how to be more grateful and show a little less of this attitude you seem to have”.

“Yes, Daddy”, you say submissively, mind reeling with the anticipation and thrill of what's to come.

“Count for me and safe words to be used if needed”, he mentioned before continuing.

With one hair remaining in your hair, he presses your face against the window, not hard enough for it to hurt but also to make sure that you keep it in place. His other hand pulled back on your hips, perking your arse out for him. You were only vaguely aware of his plan as you heard the swatting of his hand through the air before the stinging impact as he spanked your arse cheek.

You jumped at the contact, but he always started light, not wishing to actually cause you harm and so that you could make it through the usual ten counts before checking in.

“One, thank you, Daddy”, you say sweetly, watching the glass in front of you fog up at your heated breath. With each spank, you made sure to count and thank him. Even though you’d been a brat, when he finally did snap like he was now, you were always on your best behaviour, taking whatever punishment he deemed necessary.

His palm connected with both of your cheeks, ensuring they both had equal attention and that the areas were hot to the touch and somewhat sore but not enough to bruise. You enjoyed the rough treatment so much that you were rolling your hips into his palm, feeling the wetness coating your thong and spreading over your labia.

“Ten, thank you, Daddy”, you softly say, your eyes closed and feeling the world becoming fuzzy around the edges as the mixture of pleasure and pain caused the hormones in your head to feel like you were experiencing your own personal high.

This was the reason why you always enjoyed pissing him off with a little bit of attitude and bratty behaviour; being drawn into a subspace mentally from the punishments was like a drug to you, one that Steve was more than happy to pull you into.

Overwhelming pleasure suddenly burst through your burning core as Steve pulled your thong string to the side and shoved two thick digits into your pussy, stretching you thoroughly.

“You’re so wet, such a desperate little slut aren’t you” he taunts whilst rocking his fingers in and out, stretching them every so often to prepare you for what you really want.

You stick out your bottom lip in a pout whilst rolling your hips in time with his fingers as you whine, “Only your slut though, Daddy”.

Steve kisses your naked shoulder, showing some sort of soft intimacy, “That’s right, you’re just my little slut. Now how about you show me just how good you are for me and go and bend over my desk and spread your legs”.

The hand in your hair loosens enough that you can wiggle free and stumble over to the desk, kicking off the heels as if they were not helping the wobbly sensations in your legs. Steve was one step behind and reached around you to shove the papers cluttering his desk off and onto the floor. With the extra space, you could happily bend forward, resting your chest on the desk and widening your stance as Steve begins to unbuckle his belt.

Watching over your shoulder, you admired the lustful gaze of his bright ocean-blue eyes, the drag of his tongue along his bottom lip as he looked as if he wanted to eat you right then and there.

“Do you like what you see?” you asked whilst wiggling your hips invitingly to him.

Steve tries and fails to hide the smirk on his face. Reaching forward, he rubs with each of your arse cheeks, squeezing the sore areas until your mewling and begging for something more. As he stepped closer and continued to hold the string of your thong to the side, he looked you directly in the eyes as he spoke lowly, “I just want you to remember that you wanted me to get this riled up with that smart mouth of yours. Acting bratty has its consequences”.

Opening your mouth to try and sass him another way, all that came out was an exaggeratedly obscene moan, your eyes rolling back as Steve’s cock thrust deep within your cunt in one mighty thrust. The movement caused you to rock onto your tiptoes, having to push further onto the desk as the tip of his cock pressed against your cervix, filling you completely. The warm, wet walls of your pussy fluttered and squeezed around the penetration, trying to milk him already, clinging to him within an inch of your life.

Your fingers wrap around the edge of the desk above your head, holding on to it as Steve withdraws. Half of the length inside of you retreated, only to slam back into you, causing your hips to bump into the table with the strength put behind the movement.

“Faster”, you demand as your forehead rests on the rest, eyes closing to focus on the overwhelming pressure in your core.

However, the sassy tone you used was not appreciated by the man nearly splitting you in half with his cock as his hand once again delved into your hair to pull your head back, causing a startled scream to replace the moans.

“You don’t get to decide how fast I fuck you, Princess”.

With your head pulled back in this position, you were now having to stare at the wall behind his desk, which had a narcissistic painting of him, given to him as a joke by one of his employees. Now, however, to your delight, you were able to stare up at his handsome face as he fucked you with deep, tauntingly slow thrusts.

With this pace, you could feel every single inch dragging along your sensitive walls, causing them to spasm and tighten on instincts rather than just taking a quick hard fuck that left you forgetting to breathe and seeing stares. The way Steve currently had you was more overstimulating and had your breaths coming out in short huffs.

Steve, it seemed, knew every little moan and hitch of breath that your body took, understood at which degree of tightness your cunt squeezed him in with just how close you were to orgasm. His hips stopped thrusting as you could have sobbed as that beautiful sensation faded into a light buzz rather than an overwhelming euphoria.

“Please- Please Daddy, I…I… I’m sorry for my attitude, Daddy” You managed to find the right words, internally praising yourself for coherently saying what Steve wanted to say as currently, the only words running through your mind were, ‘fuck me harder, Daddy’.

“That’s all I wanted you to say, Princess”, he praises lightly as one hand remains holding onto your hair and the other slips between the desk and your mound so that two of his fingers can massage your clit.

The burst of fire that pulsed through you was powerful, knees wobbling and whines turning into incoherent begs of the word ‘yes!” as Steve finally began to fuck you at the fast pace you’d been hoping for.

You came so quickly that the breath rushed from your body, and you became light-headed from the overstimulation. He doesn’t stop, though; he just continues to hold you in place, fucking you and playing with your clit until you came a second time.

Thankfully, Steve did too, grunting desperately as his hips snapped up one more time, and wetness came flooding out of your cunt as his seed seeped out and down your thighs. Carefully, he removed his fingers from your sensitive bundle of nerves and gently rested your face on the desk whilst massaging your scalp and kissing along the back of your shoulder blade.

As he moved up towards your neck, you sighed in contentment, turning your face to the side so that he could gently kiss your cheek and you could reach around to run your fingers through his short, blond hair.

“Get your frustrations out?” he asks quietly and softly into your ear.

Nodding your head, you blink tiredly back at him, “Yes, thank you. But now, I have no clothes, and I can’t walk”.

Steve chuckles against your skin, a beautiful sound that has your toes curling again, “Well, I did warn you”.

[captains-girlmcu]

a deal with the devil comes with wicked strings

pairing: demon!steve rogers x female reader

summary: when you're offered up as a sacrifice to the demon steven grant rogers, things don't go exactly as your kidnapper planned—but the demon still takes you for himself and finds you to be a willing sacrifice.

warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), reader is drugged and kidnapped to be a sacrifice before the story starts, violence against other characters, some body horror, smut, piv sex, unprotected sex, monsterfucking, daddy kink, praise kink, degradation kink, kinda cuckolding, oral sex (m receiving), BDSM, spitting, breath play, bondage, consensual kink & safe words, pain play, dirty talk, dacryphilia, pet names, soul bond, aftercare—there's a lot in this fic, so please let me know if i missed something!!!

word count: 11.5k

a/n: here's another of the halloween fics i wrote and published on my ao3 last year! i think this was the first (or at least one of the first) monsterfucking fics i wrote, and uhhh it might also be one of the filthiest fics i've ever written 😳 so y'know please enjoy some demon!steve!! and don't worry, i've got more monsterfucking fics to come this year 😈

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The first thing your hazy mind perceived was a droning intonation that wormed into your ears and sparked fear deep in your soul. That sudden burst of adrenaline quickly cleared the worst of the fog in your head, and your senses came to you in sharp relief.

Your shoulders and wrists ached, and when you struggled, you realized you were laying on a cold stone floor, your hands bound together in front of you. The room smelled of old decay so thickly it coated your tongue, making you want to retch. A violent shiver overtook your body as you realized how cold you were, the sensation sinking deep into your bones. Finally, you pried your eyes open, almost too afraid to face what you’d already surmised was a hellish situation.

A quick glance around the room was all you needed to confirm it was just as bad as you thought. You lay on your side just inside a large circle painted on the roughhewn stone floor of a windowless basement room in what looked like red paint—though you suspected it was something worse. There were symbols and candles decorating the outside of the circle and beyond them stood five figures, their faces shrouded by the hooded cloaks they wore. Together, they chanted in a language you’d never heard before, but the sound of it leaving their tongues inspired a primal kind of fear that made you want to run.

As the chanting grew louder and faster, you realized the group was getting to the end of whatever ritual they were performing. Not wanting to stick around to see what that meant, you scrambled up onto your knees and tried to shuffle backwards—you figured if you at least got outside the circle, you might be safe.

Cold hands gripped your bare shoulders, making you suddenly aware that you were clad in nothing more than a sheer white dress that clung indecently to all of your curves. You’d never seen it before, it wasn’t yours. Before you were able to fully process the extra horror that added to your situation, the hands pushed you forward, sending you sprawling back into the circle of bloody symbols.

Crying out, you caught yourself with your bound hands, the rough stone scraping your skin and making you hiss in pain. Around you, the chanting figures worked themselves up into a frenzy. If you concentrated, you could pick out the voice of the person that had pushed you forward, recognizing him as the man—James something—you’d gone on a date with. The last thing you could remember was dodging his attempt to kiss you, giving him your cheek and awkwardly saying goodnight as you turned to unlock your door. A sweet-smelling cloth had covered your face and everything had gone black.

After you quickly pieced together what must’ve happened, you turned sharply, giving the figure the most brutal glare in your arsenal. You were rewarded when he faltered slightly in his chanting, but it only lasted a moment before he rejoined the group. The voices speaking the demonic language rose in volume and vehemence, reaching a crescendo.

A rumbling began beneath the floor, reverberating through your body, making your bones rattle. You looked around, panic sending sharp spikes of adrenaline through your blood, as the candles began to flicker with the force of an unnatural wind. All of a sudden, the voices cut off, their chanting ended. With a sharp gust of wind, every candle in the basement room guttered out. A scream lodged itself in your throat as the room was plunged into darkness.

The longest moment of your life passed as you waited for your death in the pitch black. Then the candles flickered back to life, flames popping up one by one around the room until it was lit again with their orange glow. When the fear finally cleared enough for you to take stock of your surroundings again, you realized another had joined you in the circle.

From your position on the floor, you had to crane your neck to look up at the new figure. He stood facing you, his body relaxed and stance casual, hands buried in the pockets of black slacks that hugged his long legs and strong thighs. He wore a black sweater that fit snugly over his broad shoulders and chest, the fabric straining just a little on his bulging biceps. From the tips of his expensive-looking black shoes to his sharp outfit, you were surprised to find he wasn’t anything like the monster you expected.

Your shock only grew when your gaze finally made it to his face—and found him staring at you. The man was handsome in a way that could be described as angelic. He was blond and blue-eyed, looking for all the world like the sweet and charming boy-next-door type, but that impression changed the longer you looked at him. His full lips were curved slightly in an amused smirk, and as he looked at you from under thick eyelashes, you glimpsed something dark glittering dangerously in the depths of his ocean eyes. His penetrating stare made you shiver, which had his mouth curving just a tiny bit more, so little you barely noticed the change.

The man looked away, freeing you from the power of his eyes, his expression morphing into a scowl as he looked around the room. When no one spoke, he let out an annoyed sigh, pulling one hand from his pocket and running long fingers through his blond hair, pushing it back from his face. “Get on with it, mortals,” he bit out, clenching his jaw against the anger simmering in his tone. “I can’t do this all day.”

“We beseech you, Steven Grant Rogers, all-powerful demon of the realm below,” the figure to your left intoned in a deep voice you didn’t recognize. The man’s head was bent low, his hands held up in supplication.

A shiver of fear raced down your spine at the name, something about it feeling wrong in your ears. The minute shake of your shoulders caught the attention of the man—the demon—in the circle with you. He tilted his head to the side as his fiery blue eyes raked over your body with such interest, you could’ve sworn you felt it like a physical thing. His gaze trailed down to your pebbled nipples, pronounced through the flimsy dress, and over your hips to your legs. Your skin heated under his scrutiny, a warm ache settling between your thighs and making you squirm slightly in your kneeling position on the floor. In that moment, you didn’t know what you wanted more—him to look away or for him to devour you whole.

Before you could decide, the demon’s attention was diverted by the speaking figure. “We’ve provided you a sacrifice—an innocent—in exchange for our requests,” the man concluded, sweeping his hand in your general direction in a way that was so dismissive you knew you were nothing more than a means to an end for these men.

Your spine stiffened as you bristled at the indignity of your situation and you shot another glare over your shoulder at the man who’d taken you on a date and kidnapped you. “I didn’t kiss you so you make me a sacrifice to a demon!?” you hissed, practically spitting with anger. Rage swirled in your chest and vibrated through your limbs until you were shaking with it.

“Shut the fuck up, whore,” James seethed, his hood falling back enough for you to see his face and confirm it was him. But then he was raising his boot and before you could shield yourself, he kicked you in the back, right between your shoulder blades, sending you sprawling at the demon’s feet.

A cry fell from your lips as your hands and cheek scraped across the roughhewn floor, tearing your skin, stinging pain shooting to your brain. You lay there for a moment, thoughts consumed with what you wished you could do to James—starting with cutting his balls off with a butter knife. You were startled from your violent thoughts by a gentle, but firm touch.

“Let’s get a better look at this pretty little innocent,” the demon said in a deep voice that resonated through your body and shot straight to your core. The way he said the last word, a little bit mocking, made you think he somehow knew everything there was to know about you—he knew about your violent thoughts and your deviant desires. The thought of being known down to your soul was too appealing to resist and you softened in his touch.

The demon—Steve—helped you sit up and guided you back up onto your knees. He manhandled your body into position at his feet, with your knees spread wide as you sat back on your heels, your dress falling between your thighs to hide your most intimate place from the men around the room. Steve pushed your shoulders back so you sat up straight and finally, with an almost tender grip on your chin, tilted your face up to look at him.

You were struck again by his handsomeness, your lips falling open with a little gasp. There was something different about him that you noticed up close. He looked so human it would be easy to mistake him for any other man, but he radiated an otherworldly power that was more obvious the harder you looked. When you paid close attention, you saw the unnatural black edges of Steve’s blue eyes, and the inhuman sharpness of his canine teeth when he smiled. They were so at odds with his almost angelic features, it was like Steve’s handsome face was a mask he wore over the feral demon hiding beneath.

But no matter how long you looked up at the blue-eyed, angelic-looking demon, the fear you knew you should’ve felt failed to materialize. Instead, you wanted to press closer to him, you wanted to succumb to the dominance and power he radiated. Besides, he’d already been much kinder to you than James or any of the other men in the room sacrificing you to a demon for their own gain. As you melted further into Steve’s touch, going pliant in his strong fingers, you couldn’t find it in your heart or mind to fault yourself. You were normally a strong and independent woman, but what a willing sacrifice you were turning out to be.

All the while, Steve tilted your head one way, then the other, inspecting your face and body with blue eyes alight with interest. You weren’t sure what he saw in you, but he grinned. The expression spread across his face slowly, making him drop just a little bit of the calm mask and leaving more of the demon behind. Your core throbbed at the depraved grin on his face, making your eyes widen in surprise at your reaction. Steve’s gaze dropped and that was when you noticed the way your hips were wriggling, seeking something you instinctually knew only he could provide.

“Soon, sweetheart,” Steve promised in a low voice meant just for you, desire flaming hot in his blue eyes as he trailed his thumb over your lower lip. You shivered in his hold as the slit between your legs began to dampen with your own arousal. “Soon.”

With that last word, a murmured promise, Steve straightened and stepped closer to you. His foot edged between your spread knees, close enough that you could feel the warmth radiating from his body through the flimsy dress you wore and your body swayed into him, leaning into his heat. Steve’s hand slid to the back of your head and he drew you closer until your unblemished cheek was pressed to his muscled thigh. His smell invaded your nose, his scent earthy and intoxicatingly smoky. If not for your bound hands, your arms would’ve circled his leg so you could cling to him. Instead, you pressed your bound hands to his lower thigh while you let yourself sink into the comfort of his dominance as he addressed the room.

“I accept your offering,” Steve said in a louder voice infused with authority as he stared down each of the hooded men in turn. A ripple of excitement went around the room, the greed of those gathered outside the circle a nearly palpable thing. Steve smiled at their reaction, but there was a glint in his eye that no one seemed to notice, like he was savoring their excitement. Beneath your cheek and hands, Steve’s thigh tensed—it was more warning than any of the men got. “But you were sloppy with your summoning circle, so…” Steve trailed off, his voice going from authoritative to casual drawl as he shrugged. The room was deadly quiet as the men processed his words, alarm rising as the hooded men looked around at the circle for their mistake. “Better luck next time.”

With a snap of his fingers, each of the five men surrounding the circle were thrown back by some unnatural force, their bodies hitting the rough stone walls with a sickening cacophony of breaking bones and rending skin. There was silence for a stunned moment before pained groans rose from some of the bodies. You didn’t want to think about what it meant that some of the figures no longer moved.

Looking up at Steve, you caught his satisfied smile before he dropped his gaze to your face. He caressed your injured cheek with the same hand with which he’d snapped his fingers and though you flinched at the slight sting of his calloused fingers on your torn skin, you leaned into the warmth of his touch. Your skin prickled beneath his contact and it took you a moment to realize it wasn’t a natural response to the demon touching you. As he trailed his fingers over your scraped face and hands, you felt your skin knit back together and heal, the pain dissolving along with the tingling feeling. Your mouth fell open as you gazed up at Steve in awe. He smirked at your reaction.

“Would you like to take your revenge, sweetheart?” Steve asked. It took him flicking his gaze behind you, to where you presumed James lay, to understand his question. He may not have read your thoughts of violent revenge, but he’d heard the rage in your voice when you confronted your date with his crime.

Glancing over your shoulder, your gaze immediately found James, laying broken on the ground behind you. His right leg and arm were bent at abnormal angles and his head was bleeding, dripping down the side of his face. Despite James’ injuries, his eyes were bright with anger as he glared daggers at you and the demon.

You wanted to punch your ex-date’s stupid face in, but irrational fear surged inside you when you remembered what had happened the last time you’d gotten close to him. So you fixed your face into a glare of your own, even as you let yourself press closer to Steve, not wanting to leave the protection of his presence. When your fingers dug into Steve’s muscled thigh, clinging to him, the demon chuckled above you. 

“Don’t worry, sweetheart, I can take your revenge for you,” Steve assured you, his voice a mixture of cheer and menace. With another snap of his fingers and a gut-wrenching cracking sound, something happened to James. The man grabbed for his crotch, a high-pitched scream leaving his lips. Steve bent slightly so you could hear him over James’ screams of pain. “He’s never pleased a woman in his life and now he’ll never be able to take pleasure from a woman ever again.”

You let out a sharp intake of breath, staring as your date-turned-kidnapper writhed in pain on the floor of the dingy basement where he’d offered you up as a sacrifice to a demon. Your heart held no sympathy for the man. Instead, brutal glee took flight in your chest, your heart rate kicking up in excitement as you grinned wickedly, relishing the pain James seemed to be suffering.

A chuckle sounded from above you and Steve’s warm palm sliding against your cheek had you wrenching your gaze away from James and turning to look up at the demon. “I like you,” he murmured, almost as if to himself, his blue eyes watching as his thumb traced the curve of your smile. Then his eyes snapped to yours, an unnatural ring of black darkening the edges and making his gaze more intense. “Whaddya say, sweetheart, you wanna be a good girl for daddy?”

In your heart, you knew the question wasn’t as simple as Steve made it seem. A deal with the devil comes with wicked strings, right? You’d be naive to think agreeing wouldn’t lead you down a road straight to hell, but the words ‘good girl’ from the lips of the angelic-looking demon inspired a primal kind of need in your soul—one you didn’t fully understand. In that moment, you wanted nothing more than everything he offered and to give him everything he asked of you. Without bothering to think it through, relying on whatever instincts were driving you, you nodded. “Yes, daddy,” you answered in your sweetest voice, eyes fixed on Steve’s.

In response to your assent, Steve’s eyes darkened, blackness creeping in from the edges, as a devilish grin spread slowly across his face. With his hand not cupping your cheek, Steve snapped his fingers and fixed a glare behind you.

Glancing over your shoulder, you saw a cloth gag had appeared in James’ mouth as tears streamed down the man’s face. His arms were newly bound together with shackles affixed to the stone wall above his head. “Can’t have you passing out on me, Jamie,” Steve mocked, snapping his fingers again.

James’ body went rigid, the tears drying from his eyes and going unnaturally still as he was forced by some supernatural power to keep his stare focused on you and the demon. You didn’t mean to, but you met James’ gaze and when you saw the way fury raged with something like jealousy in his eyes, you pressed closer to Steve. Your cheek rested against his thigh, letting the warmth of him through his soft slacks comfort you.

Steve grinned in sadistic satisfaction, his tone conversational when he spoke. “You offered me an innocent as a sacrifice, Jamie,” Steve said, stroking his hand over your head, smoothing his fingers down your face in a possessive gesture. “Let’s see how filthy this pretty little innocent truly is, huh?”

At that, James tried to struggle, muffled curses silenced by the gag as his throat worked to protest whatever Steve had in mind for you. But the demon paid him no mind, instead using his grip on your head to shift you on your knees, turning your body and his so James had a better view of what was about to happen. Anticipation curled through you, making your thighs and core clench with excitement.

Cupping your face in his hands, Steve guided you to look at him. His gaze was even darker as he stared down at you, the blackness eclipsing the whites of his eyes, leaving a ring of blue shining through. Even with his unnatural eyes, the beauty of Steve’s face was a sight to behold, making you draw in a sharp breath as wetness gathered on your lower lips.

“Take my cock out, sweetheart,” Steve ordered. The thread of steely command in his voice spurred something in your core that had you squirming a little on your knees as you eagerly did as he said.

With your hands still bound in front of you by rough rope, you reached for the front of Steve’s slacks, fingers fumbling in your impatience. Finally, you managed to get them open and pulled down the zipper, finding him bare beneath. You reached into his pants and pulled out Steve’s cock reverently. A small gasp fell from your lips at the sheer size of him.

Despite James claiming you to be an innocent, you’d been with men before—but Steve was the biggest by far. His cock was longer and thicker than any you’d seen in person, a wide shaft lined with thick veins led up to a broad mushroom tip, precum already leaking from the slit on top. For the first time, a trickle of fear wormed its way into your stomach at the idea of taking him in any of your holes, but you pushed it aside, remembering your promise to be Steve’s good girl. At the very least, you’d try your best.

Your hands circled around Steve’s girth, taking his hard cock in your soft palms and stroking him. His dick twitched and throbbed under your touch, the length so close to your face you could smell him—like smoke and musk. Without you noticing, your lips fell open, saliva pooling in your mouth as you were struck by the thought of how good it’d feel to wrap your lips around him and how good he’d taste on your tongue.

“Looks like you found me a hungry little cockslut, Jamie,” Steve said, a dark kind of approval in his voice as his eyes stayed fixed on your face, watching every needy expression flicker across your features. “Did you know she was so hungry for cock she’d start drooling?” he asked in an almost conversational tone, though there was an edge of need in it. Without waiting for an answer, Steve went on, answering for the man. “No, of course you didn’t.”

The way Steve spoke about you had wetness soaking your slit, making you suddenly aware of the fact that James and his fellow demon-worshipping zelots hadn’t thought to include—or had purposefully omitted—panties in your sacrificial outfit. Ignoring the horror of what that meant, you focused on discreetly trying to bring your knees together so you could press your thighs closed against the ache in your core. But Steve’s foot stopped you, the toe of his shoe tapping against your knees to keep them spread. A whine tumbled out of you before you could stop it.

“Aw, sweetheart,” Steve said in a sweetly mocking tone, thumb caressing your cheek as he looked at you with fake pity on his face. “Need daddy’s cock?”

It wasn’t exactly what you wanted, but it was what you needed, so you nodded eagerly. You tried to dip your head forward to lick the head of his dick, but Steve grabbed the back of your neck and yanked you back none-too-gently. His roughness shot straight to your clit, making your pussy throb.

“Ah, ah, ah,” he tutted reproachfully, tilting your head all the way back so you had to look up at him. “You can do better than that—beg daddy like a good little cockslut—loud enough for Jamie to hear.”

Running your tongue over your lips to wet them, you tried to gather your thoughts enough to speak. When Steve gave your neck a sharp squeeze, the spark of pain going directly to your pussy and making you spasm in need, it was enough to loosen your tongue. “Please, daddy,” you gasped out, voice ragged with need. “Please let me suck your cock—please, please, please fuck my face until I’m gagging on your dick, use my mouth as your own personal fuckhole,” you begged shamelessly, words dirtier than you’d ever spoken in your life tumbling past your eager lips. Your eyes were wide and pleading as you stared up into the demon’s angelic face.

Steve let out a harsh exhale and cursed under his breath, “Fuck.” His other hand joined the first on the back of your head and he used his grip to guide your lips to his cock. “That’s my good fucking girl,” he praised, the words inspiring pride to bloom in your chest. “Open wide,” he ordered and when you did, he pushed the tip of his cock into your mouth.

You swirled your tongue around the head of his dick, licking his precum from the tip and moaning at the taste of him—exactly as smoky and musky as he’d smelled. The vibrations from your mouth and the way your tongue worked against the slit in his cockhead dragged a tortured groan from the demon.

“Her mouth feels so fucking good, Jamie,” Steve rasped from above you. “So warm and wet for me—it’s almost a shame you’ll never feel anything this good,” he said cruelly. When you glanced up from under your lashes, you caught the vicious grin Steve shot toward the shackled man.

The way Steve taunted James while the demon’s cock rested heavy and hot on your tongue made you squirm, the dampness at the juncture of your thighs growing. Between Steve’s cock, the degrading things he said about you in a sweet tone, and his determination to torture James, you were in danger of dripping onto the cold stone floor. Your inner walls clenched at the filthy thought but Steve distracted you.

“Ready, sweetheart?” Steve asked in a gentler tone than the one he used to speak to James. Your gaze flicked back up to his and you nodded as well as you could. He smiled affectionately down at you. In a lower voice, meant for only you to hear, he instructed, “If you need me to stop, just pinch my thigh, understand?”

You nodded again, squeezing his thigh in your hands to show you understood, then licking his cockhead for good measure as you smiled up at the demon around his dick. All you felt was eagerness to take more of him, to feel Steve use your mouth for his pleasure.

The demon groaned, low and loud, the sound ricocheting off the stone walls. “Shit, I’m gonna ruin you so fucking good, sweetheart,” Steve promised clenching his jaw in restraint. In the next moment, Steve thrust inside your mouth, his thick cock stretching your lips to their limit as you felt him slide along your tongue. The tip of his dick bumped against the back of your throat, but the demon didn’t stop, pressing deeper and making you gag.

“That’s it,” Steve grunted. “Swallow daddy’s cock like a good little slut,” he urged as he shoved himself even deeper into your throat until your nose was pressed up against his pubic bone.

You tried to relax your throat and get used to his thickness stretching you out. Tears streamed down your face as you struggled, saliva leaking out of your lips and down your chin. Through bleary eyes, you saw Steve staring down at you.

“Fuck, you look so pretty choking on my dick,” he said, then turned to look at James. “Doesn’t she look so pretty, Jamie?” he asked in that cruel tone of his, remorse nowhere to be found in the demon’s sadistic grin. Steve shifted more to the side so James could see your nose pressed into the demon’s skin, proof you’d taken his entire length. “Can you see my cock bulging through her throat?”

You swallowed reflexively, the muscles of your throat squeezing Steve’s cock and making him groan loudly. The sounds of the demon’s pleasure had something primal and feral rising up in you. He sounded like a man possessed—and you realized if that were true, you were the one possessing him. You held his cock in your mouth and his pleasure in your hands, and it occurred to you that maybe the deal with the devil had come with strings for both of you. You’d given yourself to Steve, but maybe he’d given a part of himself to you, too.

The realization renewed your sense of purpose to be a good girl for Steve, and you used your wild need to own him as much as he owned you to put even more effort into pleasuring the demon. Your tongue slid along his length in your mouth, your lips tightening around the base of his cock and sucking hard, as if trying to suck his soul—or whatever demons possessed—out of him through his dick.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Steve cursed, pulling his cock from your lips with a loud pop. His dick was soaking wet with your saliva as he gripped the base and rubbed his hardness all over your mouth and cheeks. “Greedy little cockslut,” he gritted out, his precum mixed with your drool and tears, making a mess of your face. Using his grip on his cock, he smacked you against the cheek with his heavy length.

Every soft hit of Steve’s cock made a lewd smacking sound thanks to the wetness covering him and your cheeks. Your lips curled up into a smile at the way the demon degraded you, your brain fuzzy with need and unable to think about anything except how much of a depraved little slut you were. You knew you made a wicked sight, kneeling at a demon’s feet and letting him ruin you, and you accepted it with a smile.

“Good girl,” Steve praised as you sat perfectly still for him while he covered your face in a mixture of your own spit and tears and his precum. He gripped your face in one strong hand, fingers digging into both cheeks and making your eyes pop open—you hadn’t realized you’d closed them. He pulled his cock away and bent over your kneeling body. “Open,” he ordered, his face hovering over yours.

You were unsure of what he was going to do, but opened your mouth obediently anyway. As soon as you did, Steve pursed his lips and spit in your mouth harshly. You flinched a little, but then warmth settled through you as his spit slid down your throat, the sensation making you feel dirtier and more depraved, causing wetness to drip from your soaking little slit. “Thank you, daddy,” you murmured, opening your mouth wider in a silent plea for more.

Steve’s eyes widened just a little and, before your hooded eyes, his blue irises were swallowed by darkness. His gaze darkened to two black pools of sin and, if you weren’t mistaken, there was possessiveness swirling in their depths. “Daddy’s gonna ruin you, sweetheart,” Steve promised in a darkly commanding voice before straightening and sliding a possessive hand to the back of your head. “Daddy’s gonna own you.”

Trying not to pout at being denied Steve spitting in your mouth a second time, you nodded as much as you could in his grasp. “Please!” The one word was all you could manage to gasp out before he was gripping your jaw and forcing your lips open again.

That devilish grin spread across Steve’s face as he gripped his cock and smacked it on your tongue then rubbed the tip around your lips, making you messier. His gaze was transfixed on the sight of his cock teasing your mouth, but a strangled shout from the back of the room pulled his attention away. Steve glanced at James, who was still watching the show, jealousy and fury in his eyes.

Steve laughed loudly at the man, knowing James had wanted you for himself and was now being forced to watch you take a demon’s cock—without any of the benefits of giving you up as a sacrifice. “She’s a lot less innocent than your buddy let on, isn’t she, Jamie?” Steve asked in a conversational tone, like he was asking about the weather, but his voice was hoarser than it had been.

Pride curled around your heart at the knowledge that you’d made him sound like that. The demon may have been using your body for his own pleasure, but you’d given it to him willingly—you were a willing sacrifice. And he was affected by you enough for it to leak into his voice. The corners of your mouth curled up in a proud smile.

“Don’t worry,” Steve shot a mocking wink at the shackled man. “I like ‘em less than innocent.” Steve turned back to you and shoved his cock in your mouth, making you gag and choke on the unexpected intrusion, but his rough treatment only served to make you wetter. “I like ‘em desperate and cock hungry and so fucking willing they’ll do anything for some demon dick.” When he winked at you, it was more playful, the grin on his lips more fond than cruel.

The way Steve used you and degraded you, but still made you feel cherished had you succumbing more easily to the onslaught of his cock. You were already determined to be a good girl for him and the way he treated you made it so much easier. You relaxed for him, your throat unclenching and letting him slide deeper.

Steve felt you submit to him and began fucking your face in earnest, pulling out until just the tip was inside your lips, then shoving deep into your throat. Your eyes watered as you still gagged on him, tears spilling over and mixing with the spit and precum on your cheeks. Adding to the mess, drool overflowed your lips and dripped down your chin to your chest, sliding between your tits.

Unbeknownst to the two men because it was hidden beneath your dess, your pussy leaked and dripped onto the floor, your wetness pooling obscenely between your spread thighs. You reveled in Steve using your mouth for his pleasure, fucking you brutally without care. You never even dreamed of using the safe sign he’d given you—you were enjoying yourself too much.

“Good girl,” Steve grunted above you, his chest heaving with heavy breaths. “Taking my cock so well, such a perfect little cockslut for daddy.”

The praise made you moan, sending vibrations through Steve’s cock and wrenching a loud groan from him. You licked and sucked on his cock as best you could while he fucked your mouth, trying as hard as you could to worship the demon with your lips and tongue. His black gaze blazed as he stared down at you, his breath sawing in and out of his chest.

“Oh fuck, sweetheart, fuck,” he cursed, pushing your head down on his cock and making you choke around his girth, your nose pressed so tightly against his skin you could barely breathe. “You’re gonna make me come, you little slut,” he hissed, sounding angry at the possibility.

Your chest heaved as you tried to breathe through your nose even as it was pressed into Steve’s warm skin, his musky smoky scent consuming your senses. Fuzziness invaded your brain, whether from the way he overpowered and consumed you or from a lack of oxygen, you couldn’t be sure. In your throat, you felt Steve’s cock twitch and you moaned mindlessly.

The feel of you moaning on his cock must’ve been the tipping point for Steve because, with a sharp curse—“FUCK!”—his cock throbbed hard and you felt him spilling himself down your throat. He groaned loudly as spurt after spurt shot from his cock and coated your insides. You swallowed it all down, the tightening of your throat milking his come from his cock.

Steve breathed heavily for a few moments, his cock softening just a little in your mouth. The girth and length of him still filled you full, but didn’t stretch you to the brink of discomfort. Finally, he pulled you off his cock and hauled you to your feet.

Before you could get your bearings, your head dizzy by suddenly standing up after being on your knees for so long, Steve’s lips descended on yours in a bruising, possessive kiss. His tongue licked into your mouth, tasting his own release and groaning into you. Your body came alive at the sound, alight with the feel of his mouth on you, his tongue tangling with yours. With your bound hands, you gripped his soft sweater desperately, holding him as close as you could with your arms trapped between your bodies.

When you felt like you might faint from a lack of oxygen, Steve pulled away, pressing his forehead to yours and breathing harshly against your lips. His all-black eyes flickered open and took in your face. You weren’t sure what he saw, but you had a feeling your expression reflected the swirl of awe and satisfaction and need that was churning in your body.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’m not anywhere near done with you,” he said, a promise in his tone. He eased you back enough to take your bound wrists in one of his hands, but something caught his attention. Steve edged you to the side and bent down, looking at something on the floor.

You were still so delirious from getting face-fucked by a demon and then being kissed senseless that it took you a moment to figure out what he was looking at. Shifting on your feet, heat rushed to your face. You’d had the demon’s cock all the way down your throat, but you were suddenly shy about the small spot of slick you’d left behind.

“Did you…” Steve trailed off as he looked back at you. The guilt on your face was a dead giveaway and his eyes widened slightly before his expression morphed into one of pure glee. “You got so wet from sucking my cock, you and your needy pussy made a mess all over the floor, didn’t you?” he asked, even though he already knew the answer.

Unable to meet his eyes, you nodded while staring at his chin. But Steve wouldn’t let you get away with that. He gripped your chin firmly and tilted your face up.

“And here I thought you were some kind of innocent,” he said mockingly, making you squirm in his grip, but you knew better than to protest when he was right. “You’re a shameless, wicked, depraved little slut, aren’t you sweetheart?” he asked, his words more command than question.

“Yes, daddy,” you whispered, feeling your face heat even further. But even the little bit of shame you felt had warmth curling through your body and settling heavily in your core as more arousal leaked from your slit.

“Good thing I came along then, huh?” he asked, one side of his mouth tilting up into a lopsided grin. “You’re such a filthy girl, only a demon could fuck you properly, isn’t that right?” His black eyes were heated with something heady like desire, but more all-consuming—and you wanted to be consumed by him.

His words made your pussy throb, and you pressed your legs together to try to relieve some of the ache, but you only succeeded in making a mess of your upper thighs. Thankfully, they were hidden beneath your dress. “Yes, daddy,” you answered again, your voice breathless with need.

A pained groan sounded from the back of the room and Steve’s face darkened into a glower at being reminded of your ex-date’s presence. The demon spun your bodies until you both stood facing James’ broken and battered body, your back to Steve’s chest. He wrapped one arm possessively around your waist, the other hand circling your throat, holding you steady with his strong grip.

“Go on and tell Jamie what you are, sweetheart,” Steve urged and you could hear the cruel smile in his voice. His broad chest felt solid at your back and it gave you the confidence to do as he said.

“I’m a filthy little slut who needs a demon to satisfy me,” you said, your voice ringing loud and clear in the small basement room. You stood tall and held James’ gaze with your own, knowing he had no more power over you.

Steve pressed a kiss to your temple and your eyes fluttered closed at the sweet gesture. “Good girl,” he murmured in your ear before returning his attention to James. “You don’t get to watch this next part, Jamie,” Steve said in a conversational tone. “But rest assured I’ll satisfy her much better than you ever could have—even before your little…mishap.” He took his hand off your throat for a moment to gesture indifferently at the general area of James’ groin, the move so disrespectful it made you snicker.

James yelled through the gag, clearly trying to force words past it, but Steve ignored him. The tightening of his arm around your waist was your only warning before, with a snap of his fingers, Steve whisked you away from the cold, dank room of the ritual. Wind rushed through your ears and your stomach bottomed out, but the sensations only lasted a fleeting moment before your feet returned to solid ground.

Opening your eyes, you barely had time to take in your surroundings—a rustic, masculine bedroom decorated in browns and grays—before you were tossed onto a big, soft bed. In your shock, as your brain tried to comprehend you’d been teleported by a demon, you barely noticed what Steve was doing with your body.

He manhandled you into the spot on the bed where he wanted you and used his abilities to remove the coarse rope James and his friends had bound your wrists with. It was replaced by softer, smoother rope that didn’t irritate your skin.

That was the first thing you registered when Steve finally finished what he’d been doing in the flurry of movement and snapping fingers you hadn’t paid close attention to. The second was the position he’d put you in. Your wrists were bound together and anchored above your head, while your ankles were tied to either side of the headboard. The end result was your body was folded in half, your thighs open and pussy on display.

It was only then that you noticed your dress was gone, every inch of you exposed to the depthless black eyes of the demon sitting on his haunches at the foot of the bed. His gaze raked over your body, indulging in his first chance to look his fill of your soft skin and smooth curves. The look in his black eyes was hungry and possessive and your core clenched in response.

“Are the ropes too tight?” he asked, his full lips quirked up in a smirk as he prowled closer on the bed.

For a moment you could only wonder how you’d ever thought this demon’s face had looked angelic when his black eyes and arrogant smirk promised nothing but depravity and sin. Even so, the fear you’d been expecting since Steve had first been summoned still eluded you. In fact, your pussy dripped even more for the hellish creature staring at you like he wanted to devour you whole. 

His gaze was so intense, it took you a moment to remember he’d asked you a question. You took stock of your wrists and ankles, but they’d been tied expertly—not too tight or too loose. You even pulled on them to see how much give you had, and it wasn’t much but that was good. “No, daddy,” you answered. “They feel OK.”

“Good girl,” Steve praised, gifting you a satisfied smile that made your heart squeeze, but you were distracted from the feeling by him shifting up onto his knees. The demon pulled his sweater over his head and threw it to the side as he moved up the bed toward your body.

Your eyes trailed greedily down his chest, taking in all the smooth golden skin covering his tight muscles. Your fingers clenched into fists to stave off the need to touch him. You wanted to know if he felt as good as he looked. If you looked any longer, you were worried your tongue would loll out of your mouth and you’d start panting over the demon—though you couldn’t fault yourself, he looked perfect.

Steve settled close to you, with his thighs cradling your ass. His cock was still free from his slacks and, as you watched, he shoved his pants halfway down his legs, giving you your first glimpse of his muscled thighs. Every bit of the demon made your mouth water with the urge to kiss and lick him—you desperately craved to know if every inch of his skin tasted just as smoky and musky as his cock.

“Your safe word is absolution,” Steve said, his voice serious and finally your gaze returned to his face. His black eyes and sharp teeth were a contrast to his handsome, angelic features, making him look otherworldly beautiful. You were so caught up in staring at him you almost didn’t catch what he said. “Use it if you want me to stop at any point, understand?”

You nodded. “Yes, I understand,” you said, trying to match the seriousness of his tone but there was an underlying current of desperation in your voice. Just laying there, tied up and spread open for him, was enough to keep your arousal stoked at a permanent, simmering heat.

“Repeat it to me.” His order was gruff as his hands made contact with the sensitive skin of your thighs, nearly drawing a breathy moan from your mouth, but you bit hard into your lower lip in a meager attempt to hide your need. When his palms groped your tits, fingers digging harshly into your skin, though, you tossed your head back into the pillows, eyes rolling back at the sharp need his touch sent rocketing through your body.

Already, your breath was coming faster, just at the roughness of his hands as they gripped your tits and kneaded your soft flesh. “Absolution,” you said obediently on a gasp.

“Good girl,” Steve rasped, his voice strained with need. His fingers plucked at your nipples, teasing them into straining points before he bent over and sucked one into his mouth. He bit the tip, wrenching a strangled cry from your lips, before moving to the other and giving it the same treatment. When you bucked your hips up to grind your core against his abs, he chuckled against your skin and sat up. His hands trailed down to your center, gripping your thighs and spreading you open for him. “Now let’s see how wet this slutty little pussy got while sucking daddy’s cock,” he murmured.

The flat of Steve’s fingers slid across your drenched folds, making both of you groan loudly. For a moment, it drowned out the wet sounds Steve’s fingers made as he rubbed your juices around your pussy lips, spreading your arousal all over your swollen slit. His fingers grazed your clit, and the burst of pleasure made you cry out, your hips bucking as you sought more of that contact.

“So wet, sweetheart,” Steve praised on a harsh exhale. “S’like you were made for me—made to take my cock in your perfect little cunt.” His gaze was focused between your thighs and his voice sounded distracted, like he was mesmerized by your pussy. You suspected the way he looked in that moment, a mixture of awe and greed in his black eyes, was similar to how you’d looked at him when he’d taken his sweater off.

But his touches weren’t enough for you as he purposefully avoided your clit and remained intent on spreading your wetness all over you folds. Your hips writhing since they were the only part of your body you could move in your binds, and you whined, begging wordlessly for more. As he rubbed, your inner walls clenched pitifully around nothing, making you whine louder. With how mindless you were with need, you didn’t notice what Steve was doing when he pulled his hand away, but in the next moment, you learned.

Steve’s palm came down swiftly and delivered a sharp slap to your pussy. Your eyes widened as your body clenched tight and your cunt spasmed hard in response to the electric shot of pain that surged through your body, devolving into molten pleasure. You moaned loudly as your body relaxed, making the demon chuckle.

“Does my dirty little innocent like getting her pussy slapped?” he asked in a mockingly sweet tone. Still reeling from the pleasure-pain sparking through your body, your mouth tried and failed to form words so you settled on catching Steve’s eye and nodding, your hips bucking up for more. But his face was contorted in an expression of fake pity. “Use your words sweetheart,” he ordered.

“Yes! Yes, yes, yes,” you chanted in the same rhythm as your hips bucked against his thighs. Your eyes were wide and pleading, begging him for more.

A devious grin spread across Steve’s face. “Good girl,” he purred, right before he brought his hand down on your pussy in another smack. But he didn’t stop there, delivering slap after slap to your needy pussy, the wet sounds of his palm smacking your dripping folds loud and lewd.

Thrashing your head side to side, you were overwhelmed with the feelings surging through your body. Impossibly, your pussy got wetter from Steve’s rough treatment, the sounds of him smacking your swollen lower lips only getting louder and more obscene. On one particular strike, Steve’s fingers slapped your clit, making you cry out and pull against the rope restraints as your inner walls clenched hard.

“Did ya like that?” Steve asked in a gruff voice, his fingers rubbing your pussy and soothing the sting just a little.

Your whole pussy throbbed and you realized you were careening toward the edge of your release. “Again!” you cried out and Steve was all too happy to give you what you wanted, slapping your clit over and over again until you could feel your heartbeat in the sensitive little bundle of nerves. The rough treatment, the mixture of pleasure and pain, was so much and so good, your mouth open in an endless, soundless moan.

Steve watched your face, greedily drinking in your reactions while his other hand lazily pumped his cock. “You’re a filthy little slut, aren’t you?” he asked, awe coloring his gruff tone. Before you could answer, he continued. “You love it when daddy slaps your pussy and your clit, don’t you?”

“Yes, daddy!” you cried out, unable to lie to him with how on edge you were. But a deeper part of your brain realized you were unwilling to lie to Steve—you wanted him to know the truth about just how filthy you could be for him. You wanted him to know so he could use it against you in the way he talked to you, his degrading words driving your pleasure higher.

Tilting his head to the side, an evil smirk curled the demon’s lips. “D’you wanna see if you can come from just me slapping your clit, sweetheart?” he asked, the sweetness of his tone belying his dirty, depraved words.

“Oh god—” you tried to say on a moan, but Steve shoved two fingers in your mouth before you could finish saying the word. Your tongue licked at them, tasting yourself while you stared up into Steve’s face. His blond brows were pulled down in something like anger as his black eyes swirled with seriousness.

“You don’t say his name when you’re with me, do you understand?” Steve asked through a clenched jaw, which ticked in annoyance as you watched. He pulled his fingers out of your mouth so you could answer.

“Yes,” you answered in a soft whisper. “I’m sorry.” Your apology tumbled past your lips before you could examine why exactly you didn’t want the demon to be angry or annoyed with you.

All anger and irritation drained from Steve’s face as he caressed your cheek. “It’s OK, sweetheart, I wanna hear all your pretty little sounds of pleasure—just not that name,” he explained in a gentler tone, affection in his gaze.

“OK daddy,” you said, turning your head so you could press a kiss to Steve’s palm.

Steve took a deep breath, centering himself. “Remind me of your safe word,” he ordered in a calm voice.

“Absolution,” you recited, unable to stop yourself from smiling up at him.

“That’s my girl,” Steve murmured, bending down and kissing you sweetly. When he pulled away, you whined softly, wanting to keep him close, but his hand was back on your pussy, rubbing you slowly, and it distracted you. Steve’s fingers dipped between your sopping wet folds to tease your empty hole. In no time at all, he worked you back up into a panting mess, your mouth open on a silent moan as your hips writhed under his touch.

“Whaddya say, sweetheart,” Steve started, a charmingly evil grin on his lips as he spread your wetness all over your pussy, his fingers making slick sounds against your swollen flesh. “Still wanna see if I can make you come just from slapping your clit?”

“Oh daddy, yes!” you cried out, mindlessly bucking your hips as you threw your head back into the pillows.

“That’s my good little slut,” Steve praised in a growly voice just before his hand smacked your pussy, his fingers coming down sharply on your clit.

The sting radiated through your body, your arms and legs jerking against your restraints. The mix of pleasure and pain was overwhelming, taking your breath away so that all you could manage were choked gasps and broken moans. Steve alternated between slapping your pussy then your clit, no rhythm or pattern that you could discern. But as your pussy lips grew more sensitive from his rough treatment, you felt each slap more and more brutally, the pleasure and pain tangling up inside your body to the point that you couldn’t tell the difference between them.

“Daddy, daddy, daddy,” you begged mindlessly, not even sure what you were pleading for, just knowing Steve was the only one who could give it to you. His chuckle was a rumble in his chest somewhere above you. You were too far gone—too close to the edge of your release—to know whether you were flying or falling.

“So braindead from daddy slapping your pretty little cunt, huh sweetheart? I haven’t even put my cock in you yet,” he said in a chastising tone, though there was no real heat to it. He delivered a particularly sharp smack to your clit and you cried out. Your pussy clenched hard in a sign that you were about to come. Steve read your body easily, rubbing your clit ruthlessly before slapping the over-sensitized nub again.

The shock of pain-pleasure sent you careening over the edge and you screamed as you came apart just from his rough treatment. Your body writhed hard, fighting against the ropes holding you tied down, as your orgasm swept over you like a wave, your pussy clamping down pathetically around nothing. But the pleasure quickly ebbed, your sounds fading to desperate whimpers as you realized he’d only taken the edge off your desire, but left you needing more—you needed Steve’s cock.

The demon grinned devilishly down at you as you whined for him, his black eyes amused. “I made you come, what more do you want?” he asked in fake offense. When you let out an indignant little whine, a distant part of your brain reminding you he promised to satisfy you, he just shook his head and tutted at you. “If you want my cock, you’re going to have to beg me like the filthy little slut I know you are.”

“Please, daddy,” you begged as you panted beneath him, the pleading words tumbling out of your mouth as if they were desperate to escape. “Please fuck me with your big demon dick, fuck me so hard it hurts.” You sucked in a breath at the way Steve’s eyes glittered as he watched you beg for him. “Please, please, please daddy, I need your cock so bad,” you begged shamelessly.

“Good girl,” Steve growled, sitting up on his knees and sliding his cock between your pussy lips, teasing your hole and your sensitive clit. “You beg so sweetly, cockslut, I don’t know what I like more—when you whine for me or when you beg for me.”

Steve’s cock was hot and hard against your swollen, aching pussy, the slide of him so much a tease that you squirmed and whimpered with desperation. You needed his cock so badly you thought you might die if he didn’t give it to you. “Please, daddy,” you sobbed, so frustrated and needy that tears leaked from your eyes.

“Fuck,” the demon cursed harshly, holding himself still for a moment as he stared down at your face. Then he bent forward and kissed the corner of each of your eyes, licking up your tears in the process. “You’re crying for my cock, sweetheart? You need it that badly?” he asked, something like shock in his tone, but you were too far gone to identify it.

“Yes,” you sobbed as more tears fell from your eyes. In the distant recesses of your lust-soaked mind, you recognized you’d never acted like such a wanton slut in your life—no human man had ever been able to drive you to the point of crying for their cock. And that same part of your mind realized this demon had awakened something you, a feral kind of desire that seemed to match his own. You liked it. You wanted to be a wanton slut for Steve, you wanted to be his good girl, you wanted to be his everything. Because, you realized, he had quickly become your everything.

Your voice was ragged and breathless as you begged for him, “Need you, daddy, need you—need your cock, need you to fuck me, please!”

Steve hovered above you, his black eyes like a turbulent midnight storm as emotions swirled while he stared into your eyes as if he could read each and every one of your thoughts. He licked up your tears, his face taut with barely leashed restraint. As you watched, he seemed to come to a decision of his own.

“You messed up, sweetheart,” Steve said in a strained voice and the warning made your heart beat faster for a moment, unsure what he meant. “I was going to let you go when I was done with you, but now?” He looked down at where his thick cock was teasing your entrance, using his thumb to press the tip of his dick into your little hole. The demon groaned as your tight heat enveloped him and he pushed deeper, stretching you open with his cock, unable to stop himself to give you time to adjust. “Fuck. Now I’m never letting you go—you’re gonna be my good girl for-fucking-ever,” he bit out with a vicious snarl as he buried himself to the hilt.

“Daddy!” you cried out. Even with how wet you were, your pussy was forced to stretch around his thick length, the burning pain mixing with the pleasure of his cock rubbing against your inner walls and making you lightheaded. Moans tumbled from your lips unbidden.

“That’s it, sweetheart, take daddy’s unholy cock,” Steve growled, his voice low and dark as he bent over you. He captured your lips in a fierce kiss, possessing your mouth as easily as he did the rest of your body. You panted against his lips, straining against your bonds, wishing you could touch him. Instead, you nipped at his lips, kissing him just as fiercely as he kissed you. “Let me ruin you, let me own you,” he hissed, his hips snapping against yours with brutal thrusts as he fucked you hard, making it hurt like you’d asked him to.

“Yes, daddy, yes, yes yes,” you chanted mindlessly, your pussy and heart throbbing at his words. There was no filter left between your brain and your mouth and everything you’d thought tumbled out. “Want to be yours, all yours, forever, daddy, make me yours!”

Steve bit out a curse, “Fuck,” before ducking down to kiss and lick your nipples. You cried out when he bit and sucked one nipple into his mouth, the sound fading into a moan when he did the same to the other. Steve let your tit fall from his mouth with a soft pop, moving so his face hovered over yours.

Your eyes were slits as you stared up at him, barely able to keep them open with how good he fucked you. But the way he stared into your eyes like he was transfixed made you unable to look away. His black eyes were mesmerizing and you felt yourself sinking into him, submitting to him more than you had all night. Something pure and certain swelled within you as Steve held you captive with his gaze while his cock plunged into your tight pussy over and over and over again. Based on the way he smiled, baring his sharp teeth, you were sure he felt it too.

“Say you’re mine,” Steve commanded, his voice as rough as the stone of the basement room where he’d been summoned. “Say my full name, say your soul belongs to me,” he urged, his black eyes churning with emotion.

His command was a siren’s call and somewhere deep in your brain you knew whatever this was, it wasn’t something you could use a safe word to get out of later. This was a real deal with the devil, but something told you the wicked strings would be worth it. When Steve thrust deep, his cock battering against a spot deep inside that made you let out a strangled scream and see stars, it only further convinced you.

“I’m yours, Steven Grant Rogers,” you said with conviction, the words feeling right as they formed on your lips. “You own me—my soul belongs to you.”

As soon as you’d said the words, you felt an unnatural warmth unfurl slowly around your heart, warming your chest and making you gasp. It didn’t feel like you were giving up a part of yourself, but like you were gaining something, a part of Steve that surrounded your heart like a blanket of protection. The warmth spread all throughout your body, an awareness of sorts, and you moaned at the pleasurable feeling.

“Fuck, yes,” Steve ground out, fucking you harder—harder than a human ever possibly could—your pleasure reflected in the black pools of his eyes. “Can you feel it sweetheart? Can you feel what it’s like to be mine?”

“Feels so good,” you whimpered, tears streaking down your face at the near-overwhelming sensation of feeling Steve possess you inside and out. “Daddy, daddy, need you,” you mumbled, hands and ankles pushing against your restraints as you felt a soul-deep need to be closer to Steve.

“I know exactly what you need, sweetheart, don’t worry,” Steve murmured, kissing your cheek as he snapped his fingers. The ropes disappeared from your wrists and ankles and you wasted no time, wrapping your arms around Steve’s neck and your legs around his waist. You clutched him close in the cradle of your body, crying a little more at the pain of your limbs being able to finally move.

Steve soothed his hands over your shoulders and hips, lessening the pain. Then he wrapped his arms around your back, digging into the bed to hold you close. Your bodies writhed together, the heat of him in your soul as much of a pleasure as his cock pounding into your cunt. He fucked you hard, his hips shoving his cock so deep he made every thrust hurt just a little bit, exactly like you’d begged. It was too good, you felt your orgasm building and building out of control.

“Fuck, sweetheart, your pussy feels too good,” Steve growled, his face pressed against your neck. "I’m gonna come,” he warned as he rutted into you harder, his cock throbbing in your pussy. You moaned and writhed against him, knees climbing his sides so he could fuck you deep. Steve leaned up and stared down at you, his gaze caressing your sweaty face affectionately. “Want me to fill you up? Want me to come deep inside this pretty little cunt?” he asked, a grin quirking the edges of his mouth.

Breathing harshly, you nodded, chanting, “Yes, yes, yes,” even though you were almost too mindless to answer with words.

Steve chuckled lowly, the sound a little strained. “So fucking perfect, sweetheart,” he murmured, capturing your lips in another kiss before speaking against your mouth. “Gonna keep you tied up in my bed so I can fuck you full of come anytime I want—does my filthy cockslut like that idea?”

“Yes, daddy,” you cried out, arching your back and whimpering at the feel of his cock swelling as he pumped deep into your pussy, stretching you until you thought he was going to split you in half. “Wanna be filled with your cock and come always—forever!”

“That’s right, that’s my good girl,” Steve praised, his hips working in an unnatural rhythm as he pounded you harder and faster. “Come on my cock, sweetheart, come all over daddy’s cock like a good little cockslut,” he urged in his deep rumbly voice, his huffing breaths warm against your skin.

When Steve shoved his cock deep in your pussy, his hips grinding into you so your clit rubbed against him, the wave of your release surged up and suddenly crashed over you. You came with a scream. Your whole body clenched tight, your arms and legs locking around the demon’s body as your pussy clamped down on Steve’s thick cock, your hips bucking wildly as you rode out your release. As your scream died out, it was replaced by the demon’s roar.

Your clutching pussy was too much for Steve, who thrust messily into your cunt a few more times before he pressed as deep as he could go and spilled himself in your pussy. He groaned loudly next to your ear as his cock twitched and you felt his seed spurt inside you, coating your insides. The sound and feel of him was so primal it sent another spasm of pleasure through your core, making you moan softly as your both floated in the wake of your releases.

For a moment, Steve let his weight settle over you. It was a delicious feeling, having the demon’s heavy bulk crushing you into the bed and you held on tight with your arms and legs to stop him from moving away too soon. Only when he felt you struggling to pull in a full breath did he roll over, taking you with him, his cock still buried in your thoroughly used pussy.

Your face settled into the crook of his neck and he smoothed his rough palms over your back as you both caught your breath, your heart rate returning to something like normal. After a few minutes, you realized the new, unnatural warmth in your chest was still there, still wrapped around your heart.

“I can feel you,” you murmured, one of your hands pressing to your chest where you could feel your heart beat, the warmth you knew to be Steve pulsing right along with it. A soft smile settled on your lips.

Steve gripped your wrist and turned your hand until it lay over his own heart, pressing your palm flat to the center of his pecs so you could feel it beating. “I can feel you, too,” he said, and you could hear the smile in his voice. Leaving your hand on his chest, he tilted your face up to his and you got a glimpse of that sweet smile on the demon’s angelic-looking features before he pressed a kiss to your lips. It was a slow, soft kiss, one that felt like the promise of all the years spread out before you both, years you’d spend together.

When you pulled away, you looked up into your demon’s eyes. They were a calm ocean at midnight, with the moon glinting off the crests of the waves, glittering a bright, beautiful blue on the surface of their dark depths. And they were filled, practically overflowing with love and affection. It solidified your certainty that you’d made the right choice. But you did have one question.

“Does that mean you’re mine, too?” you asked, the curiosity plain in your voice as a smile tugged on the edges of your mouth.

“You own me just as surely as I own you, sweetheart,” Steve promised, ducking down and kissing either side of your mouth before slanting his lips to yours for a proper kiss.

The demon’s kiss tasted like love and eternity, the pulse of him beating in your heart and thrumming through your veins. You let yourself be possessed by the creature summoned from the depths of hell, pressing your palm against his chest so you could feel where his heart beat for you. If the strings tied to this particular deal with a demon meant you’d be loved and cherished forever, you couldn’t bring yourself to regret giving yourself to Steven Grant Rogers.

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In another universe, I won't lose my bestfriend.

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i literally go feral for steve rogers it’s embarrassing

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Day 24: Role Reversal - Mafia!Stucky

Summary: For once, you were the one shouting at the enemy, demanding that they leave your office. Steve and Bucky were in awe, so you tried to keep up this confidence and burn off some energy with them.

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, threesome (f/m/m), protective, arguing, dom/sub, switch, praise kink, oral (f and m receiving), restraints, multiple orgasms, hair pulling, creampie, rough sex

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It was a highly anticipated meeting. Tension was so thick in the office that all weapons were in hands, shoulders rolled back, and eyes glared in all directions, monitoring every little movement.

This had been happening for hours, and you were split between falling asleep or losing your patience and leaving. It wasn’t like you to be in these kinds of moods either. Usually, at the start of the meeting, you’d be a trembling, anxious mess and wish to leave because the tension was too much, knowing it would end in violence or shouting. However, today, you were not in the mood for an entirely different reason; knowing who was coming to the meeting already had your blood boiling.

A gentle nudge of your foot drew your attention to the man sitting opposite you. Bucky smiled from across the table, nodding slightly to check in and make sure you were okay, which you gave him a reassuring nod and smile in return. Steve sat between you both at the head of the table, where he naturally deserved to sit, considering he was the gang's leader. Your eyes flicked to the blonde, admiring the natural look of authority that he held, his eyes staring daggers at the man opposite him, and the muscles of his shoulders bulging in the white shirt that was decorated with various harnesses to display the weapons that he knew how to use expertly, intimidating the guest.

Even though he looked dangerous, the hand holding yours on his lap was so soothing and tender that it almost made you break the facade and smile. Steve had prioritised holding your hand, hoping the touch would calm your nerves, which it did. His fingers were rough from his training and littered with various scars from his years of dangerous work, but it was familiar to you as you mixed between playing with his fingers and his reassuringly squeezing your palm. He’d even refused to shake the other man’s hand when he entered the meeting to continue to hold yours, even though it further infuriated the man who commented how unprofessional it was not to shake an opponent's hand.

Baron Strucker was as boisterous and aggravated as they come. Hot-headed and preferred to shout rather than talk as he demanded his shares of the Rogers mafia, claiming that some of the equipment he’d bought was now being sold on the black market by Steve’s gang without the financial profit being shared. The two guards that had arrived with Baron were just as aggressive, weapons out, standing tall and looking ready to fight the numerous people in the room. 

As angry as Steve was beneath the skin, he remained calm, choosing not to lose his level-headed thinking and stay in control of the situation, proving his superiority as a leader over Baron. Bucky, his right-hand man, was similar with his calmness, but with the muscle ticking in his jaw, you knew he was struggling to remain in his seat, especially the tone that was being used towards his boss, boyfriend and best friend Steve, he was slowly losing his patience. 

During these moments with the gang, you were truly reminded of just how dangerous they both were and the line of work they both were involved in and now, so were you. It was hard to compare the men you’d woken up to this morning, adoring and making your life wholly fulfilled with love and affection, were the same that were probably contemplating murdering the man across the table.

You were squeezing Steve’s hand as you reminisced about the morning, using the moment to distract from the shouting in the room that you were now blankly staring at. Steve returned the affection but dragged the pad of his thumb against the back of your hand, which helped to settle the butterflies swirling in your stomach.

Someone shifting their weight behind you also caught your attention, reminding you that Sam Wilson, your best friend and bodyguard, was standing behind your chair. You were surrounded by protection as to your right sat Natasha, her eyes unblinking as she stared viciously at the enemy, her fingers twitching in her lap to throw the knife strapped to her leg.

“We had a deal. I’ve held my end of it, give you everything I have, and I’ve had nothing from you! How the fuck is that fair? That’s not what I signed up for”. Baron’s shout rang in your ears, causing you to close your eyes to try not to flinch from the piercing sound.

Steve leaned forward in his chair, calm yet authoritative as ever, as the room watched him closely. With a lot of restraint, he began to list all the ways in which the Rogers mafia has provided Stucker with their ends of the deal with financial benefits, customers and more.

You pondered over everything Steve was stating, but he failed to mention one thing that you had contemplated and something that Baron had just so happened not to talk about either. Your eyes flicked between Bucky and Steve to see if they might have remembered it, possibly hinting that you had something to say without cutting off Steve, but neither looked in your direction for once. You thought about speaking up, but everyone's attention on you had your insides twisting with sickness.

They were hyper-focused on the pacing man at the other end of the table, who was more furious with each passing second. The longer Baron Strucker ranted, not taking any accountability and blaming everything on Steve, the more your blood began to boil. Your face and chest warmed, eyebrows furrowing as your jaw clenched with as much fiercness as Bucky’s. You wanted to scream in his face, shake him for missing out on the crucial detail that he seemed to be dancing around, and you couldn’t take it anymore, the anger giving you the confidence and anger to intervene in his shouts finally.

“You’re thieves! A scam of a gang. I don’t understand how you’ve managed to reach the level of fame that you have here in Brooklyn. You’re all going down the drain. No one is going to trust you again because as soon as I get out of this office, I’m going to tell everyone what a bunch of shit you all are-”

“What about your container of goods by the coast?” Your voice was firm and louder than you’d expected it to be. You were so riled up that you’d removed your hand from Steve’s, needing to clench your fists in your lap as you stared at the man without fear, even though you could feel everyone’s eyes now on you.

“What?” Strucker snaps his head towards you like he had forgotten you were in the room. His beady little eyes devoured your body as if he was sizing you up. Still, with a simple scoff, you knew he deemed you no threat. The look had Steve and Bucky adjusting in their seats and the other gang members in the room who prepared their stances to match those of their leader, Steve and his second-in-command.

For once, you were braced, not letting his scoff throw your confidence. “The shipment by the coast? You’ve not mentioned it, and wasn’t that the whole reason for this deal in the first place?  Why haven’t you discussed it today? What happened to the goods you were supposed to provide us with?”

Baron stopped midstep, swallowing thickly, giving himself a second to adjust his frame before the aggression came back, directing it towards you instead as he pointed his meaty finger in your direction. “I see your little game, trying to change the subject from your mistakes. I’m not falling for it, and you have to deal with the consequences of your actions. This good-for-nothing gang-”

“No!” you once more cut off his rambling, “I think it’s you who is changing the subject. Answer me now: where are the goods?” Your eyes were burning with how hard you were staring at him, with all your spite and anger, a slight tremor settling in your body as you struggled to keep your emotions to a minimum.

“You don’t get to talk to me like that!”

It was your turn to scoff at the atrocities coming out of Baron’s mouth as you began to calm your voice so that you weren’t shouting and instead reigned in the power of authority. “Yes, I do. I am as high up in this gang as Bucky. You’re in my building with my gang. I can speak to you however the fuck I like. Now, answer my question or get the fuck out. Where is this shipment?”

His silence was your answer enough, so you decided to put the final nail in his coffin. “So you’ve sold them to someone else, and you think you can come here and threaten us? You’re lucky you aren’t dead right now, so here’s what will happen. You’ll collect your dirt shit friends here, turn around and walk out of this building. And you know what? I’ll throw you a bone, we won’t say a word about your failed partnership, but if we hear even a whisper that you’ve talked shit about my gang, there will be nowhere you can hide on this planet that’ll stop us from getting to you and everyone you love. Now get the fuck out!”

You don’t look away from him, you don’t back down, you continue to hold his gaze and watch as he opens his mouth repeatedly like a fish, and when he looks like he’s found his words, they’re swiftly cut off as the woman next to you was out of her seat in a blink of an eye, holding her knife to his neck. “You heard the boss; it’s time for you to go”, Natasha instructs with her silky voice.

His mouth shuts as he backs away, still glaring but not having the guts to say what he wants as the other crew members follow him out. A few of the Rogers mafia escorted them out of the property.

Sam speaks first as he rests his hands on your shoulders, still taunted with tension. “Please mind my language when I say, holy fucking shit. I didn’t think you had it in you, Boss Lady; that was badass!”

Finally releasing the pent-up energy, you shout in rage, rubbing your hands down your face before pushing the chair back, thankful that Sam quickly stepped out of your way as you began to do your pacing. “He’s such an asshole! I don’t even know why we agreed to do any sort of work with him in the first place!” Your red stiletto heels click against the floor dramatically as you try to shake your hands to dispel the anger still raging inside your body.

From the corner of your eye, you saw that Steve silently nodded his head towards the door, indicating for everyone else to leave, which they did without hesitation, leaving you, Steve and Bucky alone.

The brunette was the first to stand, the clip of his expensive shoes just as loud on the ceramic flooring as Bucky unbuttons his suit jacket. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever fucking seen, Hot Mama”.

You stop walking abruptly, turning to him with a quizzical look, but your eyes are drawn to the evidence of his obvious arousal, the thick outline of his erection down his left pant leg. Your body is warming for a different reason now; as you state, “I have so much energy right now, I feel like I could run a marathon. I understand why you both fuck so hard when you’re in a mood”.

Bucky’s knowing smirk captures your attention now, the heat spiking in your core with a noticeable throb. Steve stands, his chair scrapping along the floor with his sudden movement.

Steve’s looking at you the same way Bucky is. As if they knew you were thinking something you weren’t entirely sure what, as the only thing on your mind right now was getting rid of the pent-up energy you held whilst also trying not to slip into the submissive ways that you always did, especially seeing how turned on both your boyfriends were from seeing you in this dominant, headstrong persona. 

Steve stands tall, his hands lazily in his pockets as he admires you slowly up and down with his crystal blue eyes. “We tell you all the time to use us, so use us. Get that energy out. Tell us what you want us to do. If it’s going for a run, we can do that. If you want a hard fuck, you know we can do that too.”

No amount of money would make you pick going for a run right now as you stared between Steve and Bucky. Two powerful men, ready to do whatever you wished so you rolled your shoulders back, straightened your posture and demanded, “Strip. Take off your clothes”.

Bucky bites his lips seductively as he prepares to slowly remove his clothes, beginning with his jacket and the endless weapons attached to himself. Steve, on the other hand, started by removing his black tie, which you promptly held your hand out for, deciding you could use this later. 

Watching them both doing exactly as you’d instructed was exhilarating, even if it was a simple act. Only moments ago, the room was full of influential people, a fight potentially about to begin, and now you’re watching each beautiful body part of two of the most dangerous men in Brooklyn strip naked.

You were hardly breathing by the time they stood before you, their impressive bodies on display as they waited for their next instructions with their hands behind their backs and cocks proudly hard. You couldn’t help yourself as you touched the tip of Steve’s and admired how it throbbed as his abs flexed and he tensed.

“Did it really make you that turned on to see me like that?” you asked, needing to hear him say it.

Steve’s eyes admired you with a tantalizingly slow look up and down, “You have no fucking idea”.

Even though your insides seemed to somersault with excitement, you tried to remain in control of the situation. Holding up the black tie in front of Bucky, you asked him, “Tie up Steve’s hands behind his back and make sure that he can’t get out”.

Bucky did as instructed without questioning and worked his magic, ensuring the knot was secure enough that Steve wouldn’t be able to easily wriggle out of the restraint unless he ripped the material in half. Seeing Steve standing there, with his arms behind his back and both following instructions to perfection, made you feel powerful.

Your eyes observed Bucky, who had stood next to Steve, waiting patiently for whatever you had to say. “Can I trust you to keep your hands behind your back?” Bucky grins, showing his straight teeth as he nods his head in answer, moving his hands behind his back and circling the metal fingers around his flesh wrist, keeping it locked in place.

“Good boy”, you say without thinking and wishing to praise him in some way and to your delight, his cock visibly throbbed as the Adam’s apple of his throat bobbed with his moan. The corner of your lip tilted upwards with excitement at this fact as you stepped towards him, stroking the tips of your fingers down his firm chest. “Do you like it when I call you that?”

“I think I do”, he responds with an edge of gruffness to his voice, like the arousal coursing through him had affected him so much already.

There were so many things that you could do with both of them right now. The first that came to mind was dropping to your knees and servicing them both, but you were enjoying the power too much and seeing the lust in their eyes; you were ready to use this to your advantage.

Taking a step away from them both, you crept over to the seat at the head of the table, trying to use the confidence to glide through your body still and maintain the dominant persona, at least for as long as you could. You eyed up Steve’s seat, easing it away from the table before sitting in it and spreading your legs so the dress hiked up your thighs until they both had a view of naked cunt, for once thankful you’d gone without any underwear today. “Well, why don’t you both be good boys and come and eat me out?”.

With impressive speed, Steve and Bucky were dropping to their knees in front of the seat, the colour of their eyes impressively darkened with hunger, tongues wetting their lips in anticipation. Gripping the back of your thighs, your legs spread wider for them, trying to make room for both of their faces.

It was difficult with the lack of space and their hulking shoulders shoving against each other so they could both have their feast. This only made you feel more powerful, to see them quietly arguing with each other to try and pleasure you, which only made their licks and sucks more enthusiastic. They were sloppy, saliva and pussy juice coating their faces and your thighs as they each tried to push their tongues into your cunt. Everything was warm, wet and pleasurable, especially as Steve lapped at your clit as Bucky tongued your hole.

You couldn’t keep your eyes off them, hungry for both of them, knowing that you could ask for possibly anything and they would be willing to do it, even in the middle of the office. Having both of them on you simultaneously was also very overstimulating, as they seemed to be touching you everywhere at the same time. You were clenching and withering beneath them before you could even think to moan either of Steve or Bucky’s names, the orgasm stealing your breath away.

Steve sucked as Bucky licked through your orgasm until you had to release the bruising grip on your thigh so that you could close your legs, pushing them back. Trying to catch your breath, you stared between them. Both their handsome faces were flushed, chins and cheeks drenched and glistening, eyes glazed with hunger and arousal, still sitting on their knees with hands behind their backs.

You were surprised they’d not yet freed their restrained hands and taken over. The two of them were dominant down to their very bones, so for them to not switch things around and bend you over the table and fuck you until you’d orgasmed multiple times, it was a surprise they were still going along with you being in control.

“Bucky”, standing from your chair, you cupped the chin of the boyfriend you’re addressing, “sit in this chair”. He does as instructed as you walk behind him and the chair, your fingers massaging his shoulders and chest as you dip to kiss the column of his neck. Looking over your body, you admired the thick cock that was begging to be touched, and then there was Steve, who also was admiring Bucky’s dick.

“You’ve both been so good for me, following my instructions. Here’s what is going to happen. I want Stevie to suck Bucky off until I tell him to stop. Does that sound good with you, Buckaroo?”

The face you were kissing nodded quickly and enthusiastically. Bucky’s eyes were wide with anticipation and awe as he watched his boss and superior, especially in the workplace, on his knees and ready to pleasure him.

Bucky sucks in a deep breath through his nose as Steve begins to lick up his shaft, holding intense eye contact before taking him fully into his mouth.

You walk around the two of them, making sure your heels are unnecessarily loud with the steps so they are aware of where you are at all times; even when Bucky’s eyes are closed, his head turns ever so slightly with your actions, like he was monitoring where you were.

Every so often, you’d run your fingers over their shoulders or through their hair. The touches caused shivers to run through their beefy bodies, and you tried not to grin at the little reactions you could easily pull from them.

“Doing so good, Steve, I can tell Bucky’s getting close. Keep going. I don’t think I’m ready for you to stop just yet”.

“Ah, fuck!” Bucky grunted, hips thrusting up as his head tipped back, falling into the depths of his pleasure and the skills of Steve’s beautiful mouth.

Only when you could see Bucky’s breaths coming fast, his mouth dropping open with no restraints for his moans, did you decide to intervene, knowing he was close to cumming. Scraping your nails through Steve’s hair, you grabbed a hand full and tugged, forcing Steve’s mouth off the cock.

Bucky whimpered from the loss of the tongue and sucking. “Now, now, Bucky. You’ve had your share, don’t be so selfish.” Lowering your mouth to Steve’s ear, you whispered, “Sit back, Steve”.

With an easy roll, Steve is sitting on his arse on the cold floor, and you are instantly on him, straddling over his thick thighs, hands cupping his cheeks and kissing him hungrily. You moaned at the taste of Bucky’s cock on his lips and the noise of Steve’s tie straining from where Steve was pulling on it but stopping himself from ripping it apart.

You still had so much energy you needed to get out, and Steve had been so good for you that he deserved a reward. Rolling your hips, your cunt pulsed with desire as his cock slipped between your folds and nudged your clit. Slipping a hand between your bodies and lifting onto your knees, you lined Steve up and slowly sat down his length.

“You always fill me up so good”, you praise him, returning to cupping his cheeks as you kiss him passionately, rolling your hips and down with heavy slaps. He was so deep and stretched your walls to perfection.

Your knees were aching, and maybe you were used to being the one without the control, but this position was hard to fuck with the full potential. You wanted to hold control but didn’t want to do any of the work, so with a sly smile and biting Steve’s bottom lip, you decided to switch it up.

“If I undo your hands, I’m still in control. Only for today, do you understand?” you asked, mind grinding your hips.

Steve moaned and desperately nodded his head, “Yes! Fuck yes, you’re in charge, baby”.

“Good. I want you to pick me up and fuck me on the desk”. Whilst still trying to fuck him, you reached around him and pulled on the end of the tie, thankful that Bucky had managed to tie it in such a way that it was easy to undo. The material loosened around Steve’s wrists, and within a blink of an eye, his strong arms were under your hips as he lifted the two of you from the floor.

The table’s cool surface made you gasp, but then he was fucking you, his face hiding in your neck as your hands gripped his back for support, nails digging in and leaving crescent-shaped indents.

“Ah! Yes!” you shouted as Steve fucked with nothing holding him back, and even though he was the one on top of you, you could still feel the powerful of telling him what to do, knowing that if you asked him to sit on the floor and wait, he would do precisely that.

Every stroke of his cock, pounded into your cunt with a wet gush of your fluids, helping to soften the sensation. He felt so intense you were sure if you put your hand on your lower belly, you’d be able to feel the tip of his cock prodding deep within.

You were already sensitive from their mouths so you came after only a couple of minutes, the fire burning and pulsing so thoroughly throughout your body that you were sure everyone in the building could hear your pleasured screams.

Steve didn’t stop because you hadn’t ordered him to do anything other than fuck you. “That’s it, keep going, don’t stop!” You were being selfish, but you didn’t care one little bit.

Turning your head away from Steve, you looked at Bucky, who looked like he would combust on the spot. A thick dribble of precum was stringing from his thigh to his tip, and the veins in his temple were bulging as he kept himself sitting on the brink of an orgasm whilst still sitting in the chair.

“Bucky, as soon as Steve finishes, I want you to come over and fuck me”.

Hearing the next instruction, Steve’s hands held onto your thighs for more leverage and fucked you hard until cumming with an ultimate groan that vibrated deep through his chest. You sighed at the warmth soaking your hole, but you didn’t have time to process this as Bucky pushed away Steve, and your other boyfriend was filling you.

Bucky’s hands were on you, one on your hip and the other on your chest, holding you down as he fucked into you relentlessly. You didn’t have the energy to tell him off or order him to do anything different. Not when he was fucking you so hard that you were thankful for the table being drilled to the floor so you were sure it would have toppled over by now.

“That’s it, Bucky, you’ve been so good for me, just like that”. The praise seemed to trigger something in him as he goes crazy. Your body was trembling and aching with the efforts of keeping up with his thrusts. You came again, gushing and moaning as all you could do was hold onto his shoulders.

“Doll- I’m gonna cum- so deep-!” Bucky cried out as he smacked his cock in as deep as it would go, his body shaking as his cock emptied his cum, making in with the remaining of Steve’s. Bucky collapsed onto your chest, both trying to catch your breath.

Your eyes were closed as Steve began to speak next to your head. He’d walked around the table, so he was looking down at you and Bucky from above as he caressed the side of your cheek. “Could you do me a favour? Firstly, please can you shout at assholes more often. And two, please tell us what to do because I could have come just from you telling me to take my clothes off”.

With all the energy drained from your body, you quickly slipped into the submissive state you were usually in, wishing to hide your face into Bucky’s neck but keeping a mental note as to how you could use this to your advantage in the future.

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excuse me chris evans got MARRIED?!?????! goodbye cruel world

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when i shift to mcu, wake up, roll over, and see steve fucking rogers sleeping in my bed, i might pass away. won’t even get to enjoy shifting bc i’ll literally be dead :)

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so i’m shifting to the mcu and i have my script but i think about and imagine my DR so much that i have like the first day pretty much “planned” in my head. I got bored today and wrote it out and it was fun? is it like weird if i turn it into a story and post it on here as a ff?? is that like weird asf? if not then i’ll post the first chapter butttttt idk