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An absent mate (3)—Steve’s route

Summary: Your mate cares more about a taken omega. What happens if another alpha shows up?

Pairing: Wolverine x Omega!Reader, Steve Rogers x Omega!Reader

Warnings: a/b/o, a/b/o dynamics, abandonment, emotional cheating, heavy angst, pregnancy, fighting, blood

Catch up here:  An absent mate (2) - Steve’s route

A/N: Because of the poll, this version will have a happy ending with Steve. I’m working on a version with Logan because I received requests for his ending, too.

“Who is it this time?” Steve asks as you block yet another number. “Maybe you should just throw the sim away. Tony can get you a new one within seconds. A safe one, protected by his AI.”

“Storm again,” you huff, your eyes are cold, but the twitch in your cheek tells Steve you hate declining call after call. “They believe calling me after everything broke apart will fix things.”

“What do you want to do?” Steve crouches down in front of you. He gently places his hand on your belly, feeling the baby move. His higher senses allow him to feel it before you do. “I can feel them move.”

You sniffle. Logan didn’t even know you were pregnant, and now another alpha felt his baby move for the first time.

“I haven’t figured out what to do yet. I only know one thing for sure—I don’t want Logan to be my mate any longer. He proved that he cannot be a good alpha. Not even when I asked him for help.”

“Y/N,” Steve gasps loudly. He believed you only needed some time away from Logan. Now his secret wish comes true. You finally turn your back on the alpha who never deserved to be your mate in the first place. “Are you sure?”

“As sure as I’m breathing, Steve,” you softly say, a sad smile on your face. “He wasn’t interested in me as his mate, and he sure as hell gives a shit about the life growing inside of me. Even if I have to raise my baby alone, it’s better than having a father who will yearn for another woman and another child their whole life.”

Steve whispers your name, his features saddening. He swallows hard, seeing the hurt in your eyes. Once again, he hates himself for ever letting you walk away. Now that another man did the same for different reasons, he finally sees what a fool he has been.

Sighing deeply, you gently run your hand over your small bump. Normally, an omega would be over the moon finding out that she’s expecting.

You were, too, for a moment. Then you remember how Logan brushed your sickness off, only to take care of Jean after she faked a migraine once again.

That morning, you almost pleaded with Logan, asking him to come with you to your doctor’s appointment. You knew that you must be expecting, but you wanted to find out if your guess was right with your mate. Not all alone at the doctor’s office.

You chuckle at the memory of the nurse fussing all over you, believing your tears were happy tears. They weren’t. You cried because Logan wasn't there to celebrate the new life growing inside of you. It was the first time you felt numb when you came home.

Logan was sitting on a bench in the garden; next to him was Jean, as expected. She tried to read your mind, but you pushed her out with so much force she got a migraine for real this time.

She looked stunned, and you couldn’t hide the smirk. It was a little payback for all the pain and the rift she caused between you and your mate.

“I know how it feels to be second best to the person you love. I don’t want this for my baby. I survived caring for the baby while they were in my womb. I can do the same after they are born.”

“Doll,” Steve squeezes your knee. “I know you are hurting and that choosing another alpha is out of the question for now. But I want you to know that I’m here.” Steve looks at you, adoration in his eyes. “Now, and forever. Not only for you. For the baby, too. I’d raise them as my own and love them.”

You are moved to tears. Steve’s raw and honest feelings have your heart fluttering. You never thought coming back to the Avengers would give you a second chance with Steve. Not now. But maybe, in the future, you can move on and find love with someone else.

You want to say something, but your phone starts ringing again.

“Urgh, can’t they leave me alone?” You answer the call this time, if only to tell them to stop trying now that you have decided not to come back. “Gambit, whatever you have to say, save it.”

“Wait! Don’t hang up!” Gambit stops you from hanging up on him. “I know you hate all of us, and you have every right to do so. We are goddamn idiots. But…” He pants heavily, sounding as if he’s chasing after someone. “Logan is on his way to you, and I think he’s out for Captain America’s blood!”

“No…no…no!” You hastily get up, eyes widening in terror. “Steve, he’s coming. We have to do something. I won’t go back. Not now, not ever!”

“Doll,” Steve cups your face. He doesn’t look concerned at all. “You are safe with all of us. Logan won’t get inside the tower; Tony will make sure of it.”

“Steve! He and his claws get inside the tower. It’s only a matter of time. You know that.”

“No, he won’t.” Steve presses a soft kiss to your temple. “Stay here and lock the door.”

“Steve… What are you going to do?” You ask as he turns to leave the room.

“What I should’ve done the first time you told me he let you down.” Steve smirks (that cocky fucker). “I’m going to kick that old man’s ass.”

“Alert. Intruder alert!” Jarvis repeats the intruder alert, waking the dead. “ALERT! AGENTS AND AVENGERS ASSEMBLE! ALERT!”

“Jarvis!” Tony grunts. He’s already in his suit, running toward the entrance. Someone jumped straight through the security glass door. How one was able to break it is a mystery to Tony, but he won’t waste time playing the footage.

“Tony, it’s him,” Steve runs next to Tony. He changed into his tactical suit and cowl. “That’s my fight, not yours.”

“It’s our fight.” Bucky and Sam join the team, running left and right from Steve and Tony. “She was our team member before she became an X-Man.” Bucky grunts.

“Okay,” Steve gives in. “Tony, Sam. I need you to guard her room. He cannot get near her. “Bruce, are you copying?”

A growl is the answer Steve gets.

“The hulk took position in front of Miss Y/L/N’s room. He won’t let anyone pass,” Jarvis replies. The AI ordered Bruce to be the last defense line. If anyone can stop an angry Wolverine, it is an even angrier Hulk.

“Jarvis, lock the other sections of the tower. We will bring the fight to the training hall. Order the recruits and agents to fall behind and defend the locked sections if he and his friends break through.”

“He’s alone.” They stop short when Gambit waltzes into the tower. He sighs deeply, watching half of the Avengers stand in front of him. “Listen!” He raises his hands, telling them he’s no threat. “I didn’t come with him. I tried to stop him, but he’s out of control.”

“Gambit.” Steve sneers before turning his attention toward the AI. “Jarvis, locate the intruder. Make sure he can only get into the training hall.

“Copy, Captain Rogers,” Jarvis replies. The AI shuts door after door, guiding Logan like a rat in a labyrinth toward the training hall.

“Listen…he fucked up big time. Just don’t kill the old man,” Gambit smirks before throwing a card at Steve. “That’s yours now. Do not lose her or hurt her like he did. If you do not treat her right, I’ll be coming back. And that time, I won’t come in peace.”

He turns around to walk toward the entrance, whistling a tune while twirling a glowing card.

“A card?” Bucky glances at the card in Steve’s hand. “The red queen?”

“Captain, I couldn’t stop the Wolverine. He’s on his way toward your position.” Jarvis warns.

“Fuck’s sake,” Bucky grunts. “Tony, Sam. Retreat to Y/N’s position. Steve and I will stop that punk right here.”

“Buck, that’s not…” Steve tries to stop his friend, but it's too late.

Wolverine sees red. Not only because the alert is on. No. He can smell you on Steve.

The angry mutant slides his claws out, raising his arm to aim at Steve. The hit never lands. It gets stopped by a metal arm.

“Fuck you!” Logan blinks. His claws didn’t slide right through the metal. He shakes his hand, feeling the broken bone shift inside. “What are you?”

Bucky smirks. He rolls his shoulders, ready to take another blow. “I guess Adamantium is nothing against Vibranium. Let’s try again. Shall we?”

Wolverine cracks his knuckles. His eyes focused on Bucky now; he doesn’t see Steve’s shield aiming for his chest coming.

“Fucker!” He growls, ripping the shield out of his chest to throw it back at Steve. The owner easily catches the shield, hating to see blood on it. “You think you can stop me from bringing my mate home?”

“We will stop you.” Bucky retorts, clenching his metal fist.

“Buck, this isn’t your fight.” Steve reminds his friend. “Retreat. I need you to be the real last line of defense if he gets through me.”

“If he gets through you, I’ll rip his head off his shoulders,” Bucky growls at your mate. He glances at Steve one last time before running toward your position to keep his promise.

“So, you’re not a coward hiding in your golden tower,” Wolverine mocks. He cracks his neck, ready to cut Steve’s head off to get to you.

“We can end this here. Your bond reached the point of no return. You broke it, no one else.” Steve tries to reason with the alpha. “Y/N wouldn’t want me to kill you.”

“Kill me, bub?” Logan snorts. “You can try, but you won’t succeed. Many men, and some women, tried to take me down. They are all dead and gone, but I’m still here.”

Steve watches your mate creep closer. He watched you and your mate in battles. Studying, searching for mistakes. Steve knew that one day, Logan would turn out to be an enemy.

Wolverine stalks towards Steve, his razor-sharp claws not even scratched from his encounter with Bucky.

The alpha growls as he lunges forward, slashing and swiping with blinding speed. Steve raises his shield just in time, shielding his body from the deadly claws.

Wolverine huffs as his claws scrape against the surface of the shield with a screech. “I’ll take you down,” he growls, but the next hit from Steve’s shield sends him flying.

Logan ends up on the ground with a huff. He’d enjoy fighting a worthy opponent, but time is running out on him. The alpha is a stubborn man, but even he knows he cannot defeat the Avengers alone.

“Come and get me if you are brave enough.” Steve taunts, bracing himself for the next blow.

Sparks fly as Wolverine’s claws clash with the shield again. Steve holds his ground, shoving Logan away, using his shield.

Logan huffs. Another worthless attempt, but he’s no quitter. He storms toward Steve, feints right, then lashes out with a kick that sends Steve on his ass.

“Not bad…for a fossil,” Steve grins as he jumps back up, cracking his neck. “You know, I can do this all day.”

Steve is quick to throw his shield at Wolverine. The alpha dodges his attack, but his arm pays the price. A deep slash has him hissing in pain.

“Is that all you’ve got?” Wolverine snorts; his healing powers won’t leave the wound open for long. It’s barely a faint scar when Steve attacks again. This time, he uses the moment to punch Logan square in the jaw.

“I’m not nearly done with you.” Steve uses his full power, punching Logan again and again. The mutant takes it like a champ. He gets back up, spits blood out, and doubles his effort.

“She’s my mate. Don’t stand in my way, Cap.” Logan tries to slice Steve’s chest open but fails again. Steve didn’t study your mate’s fighting style for no reason.

“She was your mate!” Steve sternly replies, throwing himself into the battle, not giving in. He grits his teeth. It’s been a while since Steve encountered an enemy he couldn’t beat.

Logan is relentless in his attacks, his claws cutting through the air, deadly and sharp. The tips cut through Steve’s suit, tearing the fabric on his chest, drawing blood for the first time since the battle began.

He doesn’t give in, though. Steve raises his shield, slamming it into Logan’s face, breaking his cheekbone with a loud crack.

Wolverine shakes his head, dizzy but not defeated. His mutation easily helps him get back on his feet. “Nice try.” He spits more blood, but his will is unbroken.

Right when both fighters want to clash again, the air shifts. They want to move, but something, or rather someone, stops them.

“That is enough, Logan!” You flick your wrist, slamming Logan into the nearby wall, keeping him there. “I wish you had fought so hard when we still had a chance. You just stood there and chose Jean over me. Again, and again, and again.”

You touch your heart, sending all the pain and heartbreak to Logan. He wheezes, teeth gritted, before falling to his knees.

“Where once my love was for you is only numbness and void. You cannot bring it back to life. Go now and live with the consequences of what you did. Both of you.”

Logan doesn’t know that Scott will file for divorce after finding out Jean was never pregnant. He, too, is done with Jean’s games.

“You heard the lady.” Steve jerks his head toward the entrance. “You’re not welcome here anymore.”

“He never was,” Tony complains as he inspects the damage on his tower.

“Y/N…omega…I…” Wolverine tries to get back up, but you pin him down, using your powers. “I…am…sorry.”

"Go now, before I let him finish what he started," you release Logan, giving him one last glance. Somehow, you don't feel sad anymore.

Logan holds your gaze before dropping his eyes. He whispers your name, knowing the fight is over.

For the first time in his life, Logan loses a battle. He walks out alive, but a part of his soul will forever be missed.

In the coming years, he will watch Steve take his place. The son that should’ve been his will grow up calling another alpha his father, as Logan ended up drinking the pain and guilt away.

Watching his omega in another man’s arms broke him beyond repair.

In the end, it’s always the same way. What comes around, goes back around…

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Unwilling Raider (1)

Summary: He’s tired.

Pairing: Raider! Geralt of Rivia x fem! Reader

Warning: sweet reader, grumpy Geralt, kind of kidnapping, raids, implied forced relationships/weddings

A/N: In their world, the raiders must marry the women they made widows.

Geralt of Rivia. Raider. Leader. Swordsman. Even a king to some of his men. He wins every battle and takes kingdoms. He’s feared and admired in the world. – And he’s fucking tired.

Geralt wants to retreat. He wants to go home. Instead, he’s raiding yet another small village, stealing from the simple folk.

“This is all so…” He shakes his head and huffs. His men chase after the widows, calling to them, trying to lure them into marriage. “Do you have no shame? You killed their husbands, and now you want to take them home?”

“It’s tradition, Geralt,” his oldest friend grunts. “You know the law. We must plant new seed into burned lands.” Vesemir smirks, mischief in his eyes. He cannot wait to choose one of the women he made widows today to take them home.

“It’s barbaric, and you know it,” Geralt huffs, his eyes tired and his sword dripping with blood again. “He sent us here knowing we would face old men and peasantry. I was promised to fight the elite, not men using forks to defend their land. It’s a dishonor to take their lives.”

“It was an order from the king.” Vesemir grimly replies. He cannot deny that killing the simple folk is not something to be proud of. “We cannot deny the king.”

“Why not?” Geralt doesn’t care about consequences any longer. “He denies us our homecoming for so long.” The warrior rams his sword into the blood-soaked ground. “We still fight for him, knowing he’s not only ruthless but also a cruel king. He cares only about power and gold.”

“Geralt, stop talking like that,” his friend hisses, jerking his head toward some of the king’s men. “Not all the warriors he sent with us are friends, or at least companions. Do not forget, the king has eyes everywhere.”

“I know.”

“If you want to go home, choose a bride. Take a girl home and make her your wife. It’s what the king expects from you after a successful battle. If you can give her lots of crying babies, the king will not send you away again.”

“A girl?” Geralt exhales sharply. “There are only old hags and crying mothers. I don’t have the heart to drag them away from their homeland.”

“Well, have a look around. Take any girl home.” Vesemir already has his eyes on a woman. She was a widow before they invaded her homeland. His chosen bride is a spitfire. She tried to stab him, and it made his heart melt. “I got myself a fiery one.”

“Fool,” Geralt grunts. He’s just done with everything. Vesemir isn’t wrong, though. If he can find a bride, Geralt is free to return to his homeland.

The grumpy raider reluctantly grabs his sword to walk around the burning village. They cannot remain for longer. Another battle is waiting ahead of them.

“Heed my word, Geralt,” Vesemir calls for his friend. A woman is dangling over his shoulder, calling him names. “I found me a feisty one. It will be fun taming her.”

Geralt shakes his head. He walks away to find some peace and quiet inside the church. The only building they didn’t burn down.

With steady steps he enters the church, stopping short in his tracks seeing a woman kneel in front of the altar. She prays, thanking her God for the raiders he sent.

“Woman, what are you thanking your cruel creator for?” Geralt asks out of curiosity. You turn around to face him, a soft smile on your lips. Just know he sees that you’re wearing a simple wedding dress and a flower crown in your hair.

“They sent me you,” you reply, still smiling. You are not afraid of seeing the bloody sword in Geralt’s hand. “You killed him.”

“I killed many men today, woman,” he gruffly replies, but steps closer to look at you. “Who are you, and what are you doing in here?”

“It was my wedding day, and I thought,” you murmur while stepping toward a small bundle. “I wanted to run, but had to get the bundle I hid inside the confession booth.”

“You wanted to run from your wedding?” Geralt laughs. Just like him, you seem to avoid getting married. “Why?”

“He was thrice my age, Sire,” you reply. “I did not choose to marry him. My parents passed away last moon. I was all alone, and he wanted our land. The people in the village did not help me. They wanted this bond; I didn’t. So…thank you.”

“Woman, you are not free,” Geralt snarls. “One of my men will choose you to become his bride. It’s tradition that the man who kills your husband takes you back to his homeland.”

“Oh!” You gasp. “The man killing my husband was you!” Geralt doesn’t like the look in your eyes. You stare at him, enchanted by his appearance. His golden eyes and white hair look so different. The black clothes and the huge sword don’t stop you from looking at him in awe. “Does that mean you will take me with you?”

“No!” He huffs.

“You said it’s the law!” Stepping closer, your bundle pressed to your chest, you look at him. “I can cook!” You exclaim. “And I’m good at needlework. I know how to sharpen a blade, too! My father was a blacksmith. I could braid your hair.”

“I know how to sharpen a blade, woman!”

“Y/N.” You step even closer, batting your eyelashes. “I heard you talk to your friend. You want to go home, and I want to leave these dead lands to get away from the vile people.”

“There you are!” Lambert steps inside the church, eyes drifting toward you. “What do we have here?”

Geralt watches you shrink into yourself. You didn’t look scared with him around. He squares his jaw and sighs deeply before he gruffly replies. “I found my bride."

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Bad day

Summary: Your alpha is worried about you.

Pairing: Beefy Alpha! Bucky Barnes x Omega! Reader

Warnings: fluff, established relationship, protective alpha, cuddling & snuggling, the reader is having a bad day

A sigh was all it took for Bucky to catch up on your bad mood. He stood next to you in an instant, looking you all over.

The beefy man was stealthier than anyone could ever imagine. One moment, he’s at the end of the hallway, and the next, he stands right in front of you.

“Doll, omega,” he nuzzled your neck, inhaling your scent deeply. It’s been too long since he had the chance to scent you. “What’s wrong with you? Your scent is…different.”

“I…” You didn’t want to ruin the weekend for Bucky. All week, he waited for you to get off work on Friday to surprise you with a not-so-secret getaway. You already knew that he rented out a cabin. “It was a bad day, that's all.”

Trying to pull away, you found yourself wrapped in Bucky’s arms.

“Buck…I…”

“No, no. You won’t pull away or hide if you are not feeling well. I want you to tell me about your day and what made you feel the way you do,” he sternly said. Bucky pressed a soft kiss on your cheek, making you melt in his arms. “Tell me every detail. You know, this pretty houseman is a damn good listener.”

You giggled at his playfulness. Bucky easily found a way to make you smile. “It started with that guy almost running me over with his bike.” Bucky gritted his teeth, hearing you had to jump aside to avoid an accident.

“I should find and hurt him,” he said, but you shook your head. There was no way you’d find that guy.

“Well, after I jumped aside, that woman bumped into me. She spilled her coffee all over my brand-new blouse,” you sniffed and hid your face in his chest, inhaling his calming scent deeply.

“She… I’ll find her and make her pay for your blouse.” Bucky took a mental note to find the guy who was almost running you over and the woman ruining your blouse. “What else happened?”

“I arrived at work, and two of my co-workers called in sick,” you huffed. “I knew one of them wasn’t sick. She was hungover. I saw the pictures she posted on Instagram. The other one, well, my boss told her she can’t take the day off. I had to do my work and theirs because no one else seemed to feel responsible.”

“They both called in sick without being sick,” Bucky cursed your co-workers. “I’m so sorry, doll.”

“I survived half of the day before my boss called me to their office.” You started to cry and held onto Bucky. "He yelled at me. There was a mistake in one of the documents I sent them. It wasn’t even my fault, but my co-worker's. I simply emailed them the things they wanted from my co-worker.”

“Consider him dead,” Bucky hissed through gritted teeth. “No one yells at my omega. Does that asshole know who you are married to?”

“Buck…he… He said I’m not qualified for my current position and that this simple mistake showed him that…” You whimpered, remembering how he treated you. “He degraded me to a secretary, Buck. I worked so hard, and he gave my position to the new college.”

“What the fuck!” Bucky growled, his eyes glowing for a second. His alpha was about to take over as you continued.

“I… I went to HR, and they told me they’ll investigate the matter. I don’t know how long it will take, but I grabbed all my stuff and went to the doctor, calling in sick too. Not only that, but I won’t work for them any longer…”

“You quit?” Bucky asked, concern coloring his features. “But you love your job.”

“Loved,” you said, voice cracking. “I haven’t felt like I belonged there for weeks, months, even. Things got worse and worse at my workplace. I just don’t know what to do.”

Bucky ran his hands over your back, murmuring your name. “Maybe it’s time to look for a new position. For today, you will let your alpha take care of you. No discussion.”

Wrapped in your burrito blanket, you watched your alpha sit next to you on the bed. He made you your favorite food, prepared a warm bath for you, and now, he wrapped you in your blanket.

“My cute burrito,” he chuckled as he got comfortable next to you. Bucky brought you into his arms, strong anchors in this cold and hard world.

“Buck, thank you,” you whispered. It wasn’t easy to talk about all the things going on in your life at the moment. Still, you felt so much better after Bucky listened to every word. He was just there, holding you while you broke down in his arms.

“It’s my duty and honor to care for my omega,” he pecked your temple. “And I love wrapping you in that blanket. You’re a helpless worm in my arms now.”

Both of you started laughing at that, and the world felt a little better…

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The contract (9)

Summary: Steve wants your brother to sweeten the deal.

Pairing: Soft Dark Mafia!Steve Rogers x fem!Reader

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Jake Jensen, Sam Wilson, Brock Rumlow, August Walker, and Bear

Warnings: angst, scared/shy reader, mafia au, mentions of past abuse/violence against the reader, soft dark Steve, fluff

Catch up here: The Contract (8)

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“Y/N, you need to calm down.” Steve tries to stop you from shaking with gentle words. You’re lying on your bed, whimpering as you replay what happened today in your mind.

“He wanted to kill Bear and to hurt me,” you sniffle and hide your face in your pillow. “Why would anyone want to hurt my poor dog?”

Steve looks at the huge dog sitting in front of the bed. Bear licks your hand, trying to calm you, too. “He bit that bastard,” he tries to explain the man’s reaction. “I assume that guy believed you were an easy target. You, all alone at the park. He didn’t see Bear coming.”

“He didn’t,” you giggle as Bear licks over your face. “Good boy, Bear. You bit that bad man. What a wonderful dog.”

“A true protector,” Steve says as he sits on the bed. “I had a hunch he’d protect you. He earned his stay and all the dog food he wants.”

“Bear likes the expensive food you give to the guard dogs, but the maid said he cannot have too much. He’s so big, and there won’t be any food left for the other dogs. She gave me dry food, but he doesn’t like it.”

You sniffle. “She was angry when I told her she gave too much food to the guard dogs. They don’t look fit.”

“She dared to deny Bear the food he likes?” Steve hastily gets back up. “I will have a serious conversation with her right now.” He looks at Bear, nodding at the Leonberger. “Bear, I’ll leave Y/N to you for a moment.”

“Steve? What?” You slowly sit up, but Steve has already left the room. “I shouldn’t have told him about the food…”

Bear jumps on the bed, making you squeal as he lies down next to you. You immediately wrap him in a hug, sighing deeply. “Stevie will handle this, right? He told me to speak my mind and tell him if something bothers me.”

Bear whines, as if he wants to tell you that he’s proud of you. You both fall asleep soon after.

Steve, though, didn’t get much sleep. He couldn’t forget what you told him about the maid and dog food. Steve never paid much attention to the guard dogs. It was Jensen’s idea to get dogs to scare possible intruders off.

“Sir, I only tried to make her understand that the dog food is very expensive,” the maid, who was hired a few weeks ago, tries to deny her guilt. “The guard dogs need the best food.”

“I have the feeling they are overfed lately.” Steve cocks his head to search the maid’s face. “To be precise, I know you overfed them. And I know you were the one ratting us out.”

“What? I…” So far, she has played her role well, but her face falls watching Bucky, Jensen, Sam, and Rumlow step into the room. “I didn’t do such a thing. I cared for the dogs; that’s all.” She panics watching the last man step into the room. August Walker.

“Maybe you shouldn’t have denied Bear the food he liked.” Steve shrugs. “I didn’t pay much attention to the guard dogs until today. They are more like things you have in our line of business than a real threat to intruders. I have my men and Jensen to secure my property.”

“I had so much fun with that guy last time,” Bucky smirks darkly as he tells the maid in detail what he did to the enforcer, daring to come near you. “He cried like a little girl when someone stole her candy.”

“You monster!” She exclaims, but shrinks into herself. “Why are you telling me these things? I’m a simple maid, coming here to feed the dogs and clean up the messes they make.”

“You will end as dog food if you do not tell them the truth,” August speaks up. He narrows his eyes as the maid begins to sweat. “You know, no one pays much attention to a maid, but I remember every face at Jason’s house. I remember you being all over him.”

She shakes her head, but there’s no doubt left. It was her ruining their chance to strike and take Jason down.

Steve cracks his neck. “Very well. Because you are interested in my business, I’d like to show you how I treat traitors.”

“Can I have her?” Brock smirks darkly when she violently shakes her head. Rumlow is by all means not known for sheltering women. He takes everyone down, even the pets of his enemies. That’s why Bucky is not a fan of him. The brunette has rules he sticks to.

“Steve, a word.” Bucky jerks his head to stop Steve from letting Brock get his hands on the maid. He shushes the words, “I know you want a partnership with Brock, but that woman looks like she’s about to pee her pants. Leave this to me and Sam. We will get the information needed without cutting her open.”

“Fine,” Steve agrees. Brock won’t like his decision, but Steve isn’t someone who wants a woman to suffer. “I want to know everything she told Jason. Make her talk, or Brock will make her talk.”

Bucky leans against the wall, shaking his head. He knew something was fishy about the deal Jason offered from the beginning.

“Let me get this straight.” Steve leans back in his chair, looking at the data the maid offered them to save her life. “Jason knew I’d take Y/N home. He believed, If the maid hands her a phone, Y/N will rat me out.”

“Exactly,” Bucky nods, a grim expression on his face. “She also confirmed that Y/N did not know about his plan. The little rat wanted to wait to get Y/N alone and hand her the phone. Jason instructed her to pressure his sister into taking the phone and telling him everything she heard and saw at your home.”

“That vile man,” Sam curses under his breath. “He abused the poor girl for years, and now that she’s finally free of him, he wanted her to rat you out.”

“Y/N would never do such a thing. She’s a good person.” Steve sternly looks at Brock, who was about to disagree. “I trust her. If you don’t, there is the door.” Pointing at the door, Steve makes sure there’s no doubt in his heart that you are innocent.

“Jason wanted the maid to tell Y/N that he will kill you if she doesn’t agree.” Bucky makes a face. He’s just tired of people using the weaker ones to reach their selfish goals. “I brought her out of town and made sure she would not come back or tell Jason we caught her red-handed.”

“Good.”

“What are we going to do now?” Walker asks, his eyes glued to the monitor showing your bedroom. “He knows I was the one ratting him out. If he finds me, I’m done for.”

“You were a reliable source. I won’t let you down,” Steve replies, nodding at Rumlow. “Rumlow needs reinforcement and could use your help. Jason knows Brock conspired with me.”

“We are all—” Brock grits his teeth. “Why didn’t you check on that maid earlier? Do you always hire people without background checks?

“I did a fucking background check,” Jensen bites back, pissed that someone had the chance to trick him.

“Great job, glasses,” Brock laughs in Jensen’s face. “Why did you not check on Jason’s security cameras? Did you not have access to the footage last time?”

“I hacked into the system two days ago. At that time, she already worked for Steve. Jason deletes the footage after a week. So no, I could not check the footage from weeks or even months ago.”

Steve slams his fist onto the table, making everyone flinch. “That is enough!” He growls. “We all fucked up, okay. I shouldn’t have hired her. Jensen should’ve checked her background more thoroughly. The damage is done. We must now find a way to take Jason out. Fast.”

“I’m voting for the rocket launcher,” Brock grins at Steve. “I called Murdock. He owes me a favor and is willing to talk to Castle.”

“Castle?” Steve furrows his brows. “I thought he was out of business for good.”

“One last job won’t kill him.” Brock shrugs. “Murdock will call me back tomorrow. If you have a better plan, tell me now.”

“Castle is a rocket launcher.” Bucky hisses under his breath. “Steve, let me handle this!”

“No,” Steve snaps at his friend. “You won’t risk your life to take Jason down. If Castle can get him, we will take his help.”

“No, she never told me about a phone,” you sniffle. Steve told you about Jason, the maid, and their intentions. “I would’ve never done such a thing, Steve. You saved me from…everything.”

You look at him, tears in your eyes.

“I know, doll. No one believes you were involved in this shit show.” Steve sits down on the couch, sighing deeply as he hides his face with one hand. “I just don’t know what to do now.”

“What if I pretend that the maid gave me the phone?” You grab his wrist, tugging at it. “I can call Jason, begging him to take me back in. Let me pretend that I have stolen information and that I want to hand him a flash drive.”

“No.” Steve shakes his head. “I won’t risk your safety. We will find a way to get hold of Jason.”

“If I cry and beg, he will feel like a strong man again.” You laugh bitterly. “He always did. We need the maid to tell him that she scared me so much that I agreed to help them. He will meet up with me; I’m sure about it.”

“Y/N, I’m telling you again. I will not risk your life.” Steve takes your hand, squeezing it. “We will find another way. Until then, we will be a little more careful…”

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The dress (2)

Summary: You just love the dress…

Pairing: Stewart x Girlfriend! Reader, Ransom Drysdale x Best Friend!Reader

Warnings: Ransom being a good friend, fluff, Stewart being an ass as usual, break-up

A/N: Inspired by a Reddit story I read last year.

Catch up here: The dress

“What do you think?” You nervously looked down at your body. The dress still looked stunning to you, but you were unsure if Ransom liked it on you. He had prettier girls on his arm every weekend.

“I…” He licked his lips while circling you. “You were right!” Ransom said when he stopped right in front of you. “The dress is pretty, and you look beautiful in it. I’m glad that the douche didn’t buy it for you. This way, I can see you wear it outside the boutique for the first time.”

“Ranny!” You playfully punched his chest. “You always say the right thing.”

“It’s the truth, Y/N. I have never seen a prettier woman in a nicer dress. I swear on my mother’s grave,” he smirked when you pushed against his chest.

“Your mom is not dead, Ransom!”

“Not yet,” he replied, a dangerous glint in those baby blue eyes you liked so much. “A son can hope, right?”

“She’s not that bad,” you tried to argue, but then you remembered how his mother treated Ransom anytime you were around. He grimaced and was about to talk back. “Okay, you win. She’s the worst.”

“Thank you, darling,” he snickered before bowing to ask for a dance. Ransom told you that it is tradition to dance on your birthday. You agreed and rested your head on his chest while you slow-danced to the silence in his home.

Ransom rolled his eyes, hearing Stewart call him names. “Yeah, not going to happen, dipshit. You fucked up big time. Y/N won’t come back to a limp dick who cannot even buy her something nice for her birthday.”

He laughed on the phone, snorting and chuckling as Stewart tried to defend his behavior.

“You know, Y/N deserves to be spoiled. She works her cute ass off to make ends meet. In her rare free time, she volunteers whenever she gets the chance. Y/N is a good person and deserves nice things once in a while. What you did was cruel and unforgivable. You should be humbled for spoiling your grown sisters and your mother while giving Y/N nothing. She always bought you thoughtful gifts, searching for every piece for months.”

Ransom ended the call; he was done hearing Stewart defend his cruelty towards you. Your friend always believed that your boyfriend was never good to you.

“Morning.” You watched Ransom awkwardly fumble with your phone. “Who was on the phone?” You already knew it must’ve been Stewart, according to the angry look on Ransom’s face. “Him again, huh?”

“He just doesn’t get it. How he treated you was…” Ransom shook his head. “I’d never do this to you. I’m a charming heartbreaker, aren’t I?”

“I fear you’d break my heart beyond repair,” you replied without hesitation. It wasn’t that you never thought about you and Ransom becoming a thing. You only feared that he’d break up with you in no time, just like he did with all the other girls you saw come and go over the years.

“Darling.” He suddenly cupped your face to press a soft kiss on your nose. “I’d only steal your heart, not break it. If anything, I want to show you what love is.”

You giggled. Ransom could be so annoyingly sweet sometimes. “Ranny, you are a heartbreaker. I don’t think I’d survive letting you steal my heart.”

“Y/N, trust me,” he leaned close to press a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth. “I’d never break your heart. You’re very important and precious to me. I won’t ruin this.”

“Ransom,” you whispered, unsure if he only wanted to be nice to you or meant what he said. “I just broke up with Stewart. Maybe we shouldn’t… I don’t know.”

“We will take our time. For now, we need to grab the rest of your things. But first, we will have breakfast. Let Ranny spoil you some more…”

Ransom tried to convince you that he made the breakfast he offered to you. In the end, he had to admit he had ordered food. The thought is what counts.

“I promise to learn how to cook for you.” He exclaimed and told you not to give up on his cooking skills. “One day, you will fall not only for me, but for my food too.”

“I’ll take you up on that promise, Ranny,” you joked, but he looked so serious about cooking for you, it made your heart flutter. “Or maybe, we could cook together.”

“That sounds like a good plan,” he said, and took a large bite of the croissant he dunked into honey. “After you settle in, we can check if we need to go grocery shopping. I don’t have much but champagne, truffles, and cookies in my pastry.”

“Settled in?” You questioned. “What do you mean? I haven’t had the time to look for an apartment. If you want me to go, just say it.”

“Y/N,” he huffed. “I said, after you settle in, we will go shopping. This means I want you to move into my guest room for the time being. You can take all the time you need to find a new place. What you need the most now is someone taking care of you.”

“Ranny…” You wanted to protest, but the determination in his eyes wouldn’t let you. “Thank you.”

“All for you, darling.” Ransom replied, a soft smile on his face. “You know that I’d do anything for you.”

“You brought that asshole here?” Stewart snapped at you the moment you stepped into the place you used to share. He followed you around, watching you the whole time. “I hope you know, you lost the best damn thing ever happening to you when you left me over a joke.”

“A joke?” You promised yourself not to get angry or talk to Stewart, but he was getting on your nerves. “You knew exactly what you did when you bought the dresses for your sisters. Using them to hurt me was a new low, even for you, Stewart.”

“You were like a kid nagging the whole time to get candy.”

“I wasn’t nagging,” you huffed at his choice of words. “I was excited about something for the first time in a long time. Yes, it was only a dress, but I loved it. You had to go and ruin it for me. I never expected to buy it for myself. Thoughtful gifts were only ever reserved for your family. What I expected from you was not to break my heart!”

“Stop acting like I killed your cat or shit.” Stewart slowly got more aggressive. He glared at Ransom, who carried the last suitcase out of the house. “You moved on quickly.”

“I had no choice but to call a friend for help after you decided you must humble me for being giddy about something so simple as a dress.” You gave him a sad smile. “Your world must be cold and lonely and sad if you cannot let someone be happy about the little things in life.”

You turned to leave but stopped for a moment to look over your shoulder. “Life is tough enough, Stewart. If you can find happiness in little things, you should enjoy them and let other people enjoy their little things. Do not extinguish their fire, their passion, only because you have the emotionality of a rock.”

Stewart stared at you, mouth agape. Never before did you talk to him like that. You were always sweet and kind. Now he saw a different side of you, and he didn’t like it one bit.

“Everything done here, Y/N?” Ransom stepped in before Steward had the chance to reply to your words. “Can we go?”

You looked around the living room one last time and nodded. “I’m done here for good,” you gave Stewart a cold smile. “I hope you know that I called your sisters last night and told them about your little joke.”

“You did what?” Stewart blanched. “No…you wouldn’t do that to me.”

“I can assure you I did. Your mom and sister will come around this afternoon to have a serious conversation with you. Oh, and you will have the pleasure of telling them why I won’t come to their birthday party in three weeks…”

Ransom slung one arm around your shoulders to guide you out of the house. He chuckled because, damn, you could be a vicious bitch if you wanted to be.

“More cookies and coffee,” Ransom said, looking at the shopping list you and he made. You smiled at him, and your heart fluttered again when he showed you the cookies he had only gotten for you. “So, you won’t steal mine.”

“Yeah…of course,” you chuckled. “I won’t steal your cookies ever… Well, maybe if I get hungry on lonely nights.”

“Lonely nights,” he hummed. “Well, maybe you should sleep in my bedroom then.” He wiggled his eyebrows. “Just to make sure you won’t feel alone at night…”

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Dumbass stalker (6) - His princess

Summary: You’re the worst stalker ever.

Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x Plussized!Reader

Warnings: stalking, obsession, possessive/delusional reader, possessive Soldier Boy, unhealthy dynamic

A/N: Please consider that this reader is obsessed with SB. Her behavior is concerning.

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Catch up here: Dumbass Stalker (5) – Shiny hero

Princess. He called you princess again. Your heart is about to burst, and we don’t want to talk about the mess in your panties.

“Take a picture, princess. It will last longer.” If only you paid more attention to his words, you’d see that Soldier Boy is full of himself. He smirks and parades around his bedroom like a peacock to impress you.

Soldier Boy is still wearing his suit; the shield, though, leans abandoned against the wall.

“—I’m sorry. It’s just that you are so much bigger up close,” you nervously babble. This is the closest you’ll ever get to him, so you’ll enjoy every second. “I couldn’t help but stare, Sir.”

“I like it when you call me sir,” he replies, smirking like he has a dirty secret. “How about you stay the night? I wouldn’t want you to run into that man again. The cops refused to arrest him.”

“Oh,” you want to say something, but he thrusts his hips forward, letting you see the outline of his cock. Your brain short-circuits. No rational thought left in your dumb little brain. “That’s too much, sir. I don’t want to be a burden.”

“Princess, I invited you to stay the night at my home.” He sounds angry at your reply. “Women would kill for this chance.”

“Sir! Mister… I mean, Soldier Boy,” you gasp, and scramble to your feet. You lower your head. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to sound ungrateful. It’s just that you are too kind.”

“So are you.” His voice sounds rougher when he cups your chin to lift your head. You look him in the eyes, whimpering as he licks those plush pillows you’d kill for to kiss. “I will order food and look for something you can wear to sleep in. Tomorrow, I will bring you home safely and check your security.”

“Why do you want to check on my security?”

“It’s a dangerous world for a lovely thing like you.” Your legs wobble as his hand moves down to your throat. He hums in appreciation as you let him run his fingertips over your neck. “I wouldn’t want you to get hurt.”

“Of course not,” you murmur, looking at him with glassy eyes. It feels like Soldier Boy hypnotized you with his presence. “You’re a hero.”

He smirks at that. If only you knew he’s far from being a hero. Soldier Boy is rather selfish and self-centered. Saving you today was a scheme. He wants to find out how far he can push you.

“What do you like to eat?”

“I’m not picky,” you reply, not wanting to be too greedy. Soldier Boy saved you and brought you to his home. That’s more than you ever dared to dream of. “You can choose.”

Soldier Boy pats his belly. “I could kill for some fatty pizza and pasta. What about you?”

You smile at him. Italian food is always a good choice. “Yeah, I know a good place.”

“I know a nice little restaurant in Italy. Give me thirty minutes.” You laugh. Soldier Boy must be joking, right? How can he get food from Italy in thirty minutes?

Soldier Boy showed you around his penthouse while you were waiting for your food. You were sure he tried to trick you. There was no way he ordered food in Italy.

“There they are!” He said, opening the door to let a team from Voight step inside. They placed his order on the table before hurriedly leaving the penthouse.

“What?” You glance at the pizza boxes, trying to read the ingredients, but fail. “That’s Italian?”

“I told you; I have my ways to get what I want.” He pulls a chair for you, waiting for you to sit down. “Let’s say lower-rank supes owe me one or two favors. They can switch places in seconds. I called them, and here we are, eating hot food fresh from Italy.”

“Wow!” Impressed and stunned, you look at the food. Your stomach growls loudly after you haven’t eaten anything since the incident with the douchebag. “That’s…I’m speechless.”

“Good,” he chuckles and plops down on a chair next to you, his knees brushing your thigh. You shudder, imagining his body pressed against yours. “I wanted to impress you. Now…” Soldier Boy points at the food on the table. “Dig in, princess. We don’t want you to starve.

Your mouth waters when he puts a slice of pizza on your plate. He watches you with an amused smirk, waiting for you to take the first bite. You grab the slice of pizza and take a bite.

Fuck. That’s the best pizza you've ever eaten. You moan loudly, unable to hold back as the food fills your senses. The smell. The taste. Even the texture. “This is so good.”

“I told you,” he purrs your name and moves his hand to your knee to squeeze it. I sent someone to your apartment to get a few things. We don’t want you to wear nothing but your panties for sleep.”

“What?” You choke on your food. “But… I didn’t clean today, and my cat hates visitors. Oh no! Will they look for panties?”

“Relax, princess,” Soldier Boy snickers at your panicked state. He just loves toying with you. “I sent ladies to get your stuff. I know a pretty princess needs all of her beauty care routine stuff.”

You nod, unsure what he means by beauty care. You’re not like the other women who use lots of makeup. “Sure.”

“Good.” He leans back in his chair, stretching his legs out. “I decided it’s for the best to keep you here for a few days. They will check if that bastard dares to mess with you again.”

“My cat!” You protest. “I can’t leave them alone for so long. The feeding only has food left until tomorrow morning.”

“Princess, don’t worry.” Soldier Boy looks you up and down, licking his lips. “Everything has been taken care of. They will bring your cat too…”

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Side Business (1)

Summary: He only wanted to pick up some stuff for his bike...

Pairing: Mafia! Bucky Barnes x Florist! Reader

Warnings: cocky Bucky, flirty Bucky, getting turned down, kind of cocky reader, illegal business

This story is part of my: Bad boy, good girl collection and the twin series to The contract masterlist

Bucky Barnes likes three things in life. His best friend, Steve. His knife collection. His bike.

The latter needs some new parts. He rebuilt the beauty from scratch, always hunting the best parts down. Today, he wanted to get the last parts he’ll need. Bucky found a good offer, right in town.

“Hmm…this is the right address.” He looks at the piece of paper in his hand. Sometimes he’s just old-fashioned. Everyone can use their phone to find a place. “This should be a biker shop.”

Bucky squares his jaw. Maybe searching for the parts for his bike online was a bad idea. Now he’s standing in front of a flower shop. “I don’t need flowers, punks.”

“May I help you?” He doesn’t look up when someone speaks to him. Bucky is beyond pissed. He wasted half a day coming here only to end up in front of a flower shop. “SIR, you are blocking my door.”

You speak a little louder when the man standing in front of your door doesn’t react. “SIR! I’m talking to you. This is a flower shop, not an exhibition.”

“Exci—what?” Bucky finally looks up from the piece of paper in his hand. “What did you call me?”

“I told you that this is not an exhibition. And, because you just said you do not need flowers, I must ask you to leave. You’re scaring off my customers.”

Bucky cocks his head to glance at you. His shoulders relax, seeing you stand before him, wearing a cute sundress and an even cuter apron with flowers on it and the name of your shop printed on top of them.

“Y/N’s flower power.” He snickers at the bad name. “Who forced you to name your shop like that?”

“No one,” you snap at the stranger disturbing your peaceful day. “You have some nerve showing up at my shop, not buying anything, only to make fun of my name and the name of my shop!”

“OH!” Bucky tries not to laugh. You are standing tall and pursing your lips. If only you knew you’re talking to one of the most dangerous men you've ever heard of. “I didn’t want to make fun of your name,” he says, still smirking. “It just sounds funny.”

“What can I say? My granny was a flower power girl, okay. Love. Peace.” You shrug. “You know, the good stuff.”

“Good stuff,” Bucky hums, looking you up and down to check if you are hiding something behind your friendly appearance. “I was looking for parts for my bike and ended up here. So, no good stuff for me today.”

“Parts for your bike? Wait—are you TWT10317?” You shush him and grab his wrist to guide him inside your shop. Bucky wants to protest and tell you off, but you’re too cute to ignore in your apron and with no shoes.

“What are you up to, lady, leading me on with promises of bike parts?” He huffs when you close the door behind him and turn the little sign to closed. “Do you think you can take me?”

“In a fight or…” You giggle and shake your head. “Never mind. Follow me to the back. I told you Granny liked the good stuff. This included bikes.”

“Bikes?” Bucky blinks a few times. He’s standing in the middle of a flower shop, almost drowning in the flowers’ sweet scent. “Where are you hiding a bike?”

“Not a bike,” you hiss, pressing your index finger to your lips. “Listen, this is a secret side business of mine. Okay. If you keep on yelling about bike parts, the cops will come and close my business.”

“Cops?” That piqued his interest. Bucky didn’t take you for someone doing anything illegal. “Did you steal that stuff?”

“No,” you chuckle nervously. “People bring stuff to me, and I sell it for them. It was my granny’s side business, and now it’s mine. I make some extra cash with the bike parts. Do you want them now or not?”

“I’ll have a look around. If you tricked me, you are in big trouble, girl!” He mutters under his breath. Bucky is a little grumpy lately. His friend is conspiring with Brock Rumlow to bring some douchebag down, and Bucky doesn't like it one bit.

The guy seems to be in a bad mood, and you don’t want to be the one poking the angry bear even more. “I did not trick you. You were interested in the parts I offered. Take a look and tell me if you still want them.”

“Fine.” He glances at you, eyes searching your face. Bucky is a master at uncovering lies. “I’ll pay the price we agreed on if the parts are good.”

“My parts are always good,” you bite back with a grin.

“I bet they are,” he cockily replies, earning nothing but an eye roll. You know guys like him. Always flirty and cocky. In the end, they leave you with a broken heart. “Let’s see…”

Bucky’s eyes widened for a second, but he played it cool. He doesn’t want to pay more, only because he freaked out in front of you. There they are. Every missing part he needs for his bike.

“See, I did not lie. It’s everything you asked for, and more.”

“I’ll check on them first.” His eyes are glued to you when he reaches out for the first part. Bucky licks his lips when you sit on the only chair to watch him like a hawk. He may be a big and beefy guy, but you won’t let him get away with stealing from you. “Not too bad.”

“Do we have a deal or not?” You get back up to look at the parts he grabbed. “Sir?”

“If you raise me to a date, I’ll pay you some more.” He puts on his most charming smile, blue eyes looking at you as if you are the sun and the moon.

“Yeah, not going to happen.” You turn on your heels to march out of the backroom. “If you want the parts, we can find a good price. If you want to get laid, look for someone else.”

Bucky wrinkles his forehead. It’s the first time his good looks and blue eyes didn’t help him get a date. He cannot remember the last time he got turned down—if it ever happened before.

“I’ll take the parts and your favorite flowers,” he tries again, still with that fake smile on his lips.

“Only the parts then,” you eye the parts in his hands, thinking about a good price. Maybe he will come back for more or tell his friends about your little side business.

“Only the parts, for today,” he replies, smirking.

“Good. I don’t date customers or bikers.”

“We will get you there,” he tells you, gives you his name, and hands you more cash than you requested. “Keep the rest, and…” Bucky leans closer to whisper. “Doll, I’m not a biker…”

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The Contract (8)

Summary: Steve wants your brother to sweeten the deal.

Pairing: Soft Dark Mafia!Steve Rogers x fem!Reader

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Jake Jensen, Sam Wilson, Brock Rumlow

Warnings: angst, scared/shy reader, mafia au, mentions of past abuse/violence against the reader, soft dark Steve, fluff, implied torture, almost attack

Catch up here: The Contract (7)

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The plan wasn’t the worst. August Walker agreed to look the other way and leave Jason to Steve and his men.

Bucky, Sam, and Steve planned the details while Tony, Clint, and Natasha agreed on providing backup. It was Steve’s game, and they were there to secure the success of his plan.

Plans sometimes just don’t work out. Walker took the money and gave Steve the needed information and a passcode to enter the VIP area at the club.

Everyone was ready to set the plan into motion and strike.

What no one expected was for Jason not to leave the house as planned.

No one knew why or dared to ask. August was as pissed as everyone else, hearing about the change of plans. He offered to tell Steve if Jason wanted to go to the club another night, though.

“That was a lot of planning for nothing,” Bucky huffs. He wanted to invite his lovely lady for a date night after Jason was taken care of, and now, his plans have been ruined again. “Great. I wanted to make this date special.”

“Buck, I don’t care if you get laid, okay,” Steve grumbles, his face unreadable. “We still don’t know if someone warned Jason.”

“Walker?” Sam questions, looking at Jensen, who works his way through Jason’s security system and the footage. “Jensen?”

“No. We bugged Walker’s place, his car, and even his phone. He was loyal and tried to talk Jason into going to the club to relax.” Jensen murmurs while checking on the next footage. “Jason didn’t get many visitors. Only his usual entourage. No one who could know about our plan.”

“Maybe it was just a hunch,” Steve curses, watching you peacefully sleep next to Bear. The huge dog leaves you little space on the bed, but you do not seem to mind. “You know, sometimes you just…know things.”

“Jason was sniffing around town, trying to get information about Y/N’s whereabouts. He tried to get her medical record and wanted to know if she was at the hospital.” Jensen turns around to look at Steve. “A little bird told me so, boss. You know I have people everywhere.”

“What did he find out?” Bucky wants to know. The last thing he wants is for Steve’s girl to get hurt. He knows his friends, and that he’d go ballistic if anything happened to you.

“Nothing,” Jensen confirms, pointing at one of the monitors on the wall. “I can play the footage, but the nurses and the doctor didn’t tell him shit. Helen won’t say a thing, even though I don’t think he’ll dare contact her, knowing she’s under Steve’s protection.”

“I’m not sure about that,” Sam interjects. “Jason is not the smartest, and he lacks self-control. We should…”

“…warn Helen,” Steve hastily says, before Sam can end his line. “Buck, call her and everyone working for us. I think Jason is up to something, and we don’t need our people to get hurt.”

Rumlow crosses his arms over his chest, huffing because Steve’s plan didn’t work out.

“Again, Rogers?” Brock grunts. “We had a deal. You get rid of Jason, and I’ll get his territory. In return, you have my people to support you.”

“The deal is still on, Brock,” Steve bites back. “It’s not my fault, Jason didn’t leave the house. Walker will keep us up to date. Just lie low for now. We don’t want to start a war, only take one soldier out.”

“Fine, fine,” Brock sighs, turning his attention toward the monitors. “Why don’t we send a reliable hitman? What about Hansen?”

“He’s a psychopath.” Sam raises his hand in protest. “I won’t work with that lunatic ever again.”

“Castle? He was always reliable.” Brock cocks a brow when Bucky shakes his head. “What? He’s a brute but an effective one.”

“He’s out of business, and,” Steve clicks his tongue, pointing at the monitor showing Jason’s living room, “if you need a scalpel, you do not send a fucking rocket launcher.”

Bucky chuckles. “I liked his style. Sadly, he found true love and tries to be a good guy now.”

“Fowler, maybe?” Sam wrinkles his forehead, trying to remember someone better to take Jason out.

Steve runs one hand down his face. He’s tired of watching Jason breathe another day. “We need to be patient. Jason cannot hide at his house forever. If we cannot take him out at the club, we will find another way.”

“Car accident?” Brock suggests. “Effective, and we can make it look like an accident. I know a guy.”

“Of course you do,” Jensen sarcastically says. “Believe me, I know someone better."

“Yeah, me,” Bucky says, twirling a knife in the palm of his hand. “A knife to the face is still the best option. Fast. Clean. And no one will see me coming.”

“No one except the army guarding Jason’s house. That’s a suicidal mission, Barnes,” Brock snaps at him. “Steve is right. We need to lie low and come up with a better plan. Walker is our best option. He’s in the inner circle. Jason trusts him.”

Steve laughs as your dog drags you toward the nearest bench at the park. He suggested going for a walk to get fresh air.  

“Not so fast,” you grumble, trying to keep up with the Leonberger. “Bear, my legs are shorter, and I’m not good at running.”

“Not good at running,” Steve hums. “Noted. You cannot outrun me.” He grins when you look at him, confused. “Well, I've got to make sure you do not run away from me.”

 “Where should I run to? I’m only safe with you, and I like your home … and … you.” Your cheeks heat up, murmuring what’s on your mind. “Bear likes your home too, and the food!”

He smiles now, winking at you. “Do you want some ice cream? They are selling it over there.” He points at an ice cream stand a little further away from the bench. “I can get us some.”

“Oh, I’d like some ice cream,” you answer with a smile. “It’s been a long time since I had some. My stepmother wouldn’t allow sweets and…well, you know my brother.”

“I’ll get us some, and you just wait here for me.” Steve looks at Bear, nodding at the dog. “And you will keep an eye on her.”

Steve turns to leave, hiding that not only is Bear around to keep you safe, but his bodyguards are too. He walks off, humming happily as you scratch Bear behind his ear. You giggle when he purrs low for you.

“Do you like this, Bear?” You ask, watching your dog tense up. He tilts his head, snarling as a man nears the bench. “Bear? What’s wrong?”

“I didn’t think I’d see you again.” One of your brother’s enforcers says. He smirks as you instinctively flinch. Only Jason was allowed to hurt you, but you don’t know what he told his men behind closed doors. “Jason promised I’d get a taste of you one day. Then he goes and sells you off to Rogers.”

“Sir, I’d like you to leave,” you whisper, eyes searching for Steve. “Please. Mr. Rogers won’t like seeing you here.”

“Rogers?” The man laughs as your dog grits his teeth. Sensing your fear, Bear attacks the man, biting his leg, not letting go. The man screams, but he gets a gun out. “Tell your dog to back off, or he’s dead!” He hisses through his teeth.

He unlocks the gun, aiming at Bear’s head. You’re frozen to the spot, fear keeping you in a tight grip. Bear can’t die; he can’t. Not after you just found him again.

“BEAR!” You scream. Steve drops the ice cream in his hands and runs toward you.

He ignores that five of his men already run toward your position.

“Steve!” Your eyes widen watching Steve grab the man by his arm. He was distracted fending Bear off, and ended up unarmed, his arm twisted at an odd angle. Steve snarls when the man screams in pain, his arm undoubtedly broken. “Steve?”

“You dare to touch my girl? You come near her? Who do you think you are, ignoring the rules in my town!” Steve hisses in the man’s ear while holding your gaze. The man pisses himself and whimpers apologies. – So, this is what true power looks like.

“Bear off.” Bear releases the man and sits down, looking at Steve. You gasp. Bear must believe Steve is his alpha, the leader of his pack. “Good boy.”

“Bear,” you jump up to hug your dog. Bear whines and purrs, but he still looks at Steve, waiting for another command. “You are a good boy.”

“You, on your knees.” The man drops to his knees, ignoring the pain in his leg. “I hope you know, you messed with the wrong man today. If you are useful, maybe you’ll breathe another day.”

“Aw, Steve,” Bucky coos while looking at your attacker from the park. “You brought me a nice gift today. How nice of you to remember that I wanted to try my new knives.”

The man shakes like a leaf while staring up at Bucky Barnes, the master of knives and the most feared man after Steve. Everyone knows about the things he did when he was still working for someone else. He wreaked havoc, leaving chaos and dead bodies in his wake.

“I want to know everything about Jason, his business, and what he did to Y/N. If he talks, make it quick.” Steve smirks at the man kneeling on the ground. “If not, you can take your time.”

“Did you hear, pretty boy?” Bucky smirks darkly, forcing a shudder to run down the man’s spine. “I can take my time with you…”

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The contract (7)

The Contract (7)

Summary: Steve wants your brother to sweeten the deal.

Pairing: Soft Dark Mafia!Steve Rogers x fem!Reader

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Jake Jensen, Sam Wilson, Brock Rumlow

Warnings: angst, scared/shy reader, mafia au, mentions of past abuse/violence against the reader, soft dark Steve, fluff

Catch up here: The Contract (6)

The contract masterlist

“What the fuck is that beast?” Bucky back paddles, watching Steve, you, and Bear walk back inside the mansion. His eyes widen when the huge Leonberger sits down in front of him. Bear looks at Bucky, his head tilted. He waits for your orders but remains calm.

“Uh—that’s Bear,” you excitedly tell Bucky your dog’s name. “He’s my guard dog. Stevie got it for me.” You gasp loudly and immediately shrink into yourself.

Steve doesn’t know at first what has suddenly changed your mood. You were so excited, and then… “Y/N, is something wrong? Do you not feel well? I can call a doctor if it was too much.”

“I… I called you Stevie,” you bemoan. “I didn’t want to. I swear. The last thing I want is to disrespect you, Mr. Rogers.”

Bucky snickers because his friend’s face turned ashen. “Yeah, punk. She didn’t want to disrespect you by calling you a punk.” He winks at you before looking at your dog again. “Does that beast bite, or can I keep my hand when I pat it?”

“Bear is nice,” you murmur, chewing on your lower lip. “We got him from a shelter.”

Steve is quick to tell Bucky about the dog and your connection. While talking about Bear, he casually wraps his arm protectively around your shoulders. “It was a long day, and Y/N needs a rest. We need to help Bear settle in, too. So, have a good night, Buck.”

“Can I go home for real, or will you call me back the moment I take my pants off?” Bucky flashes his friend a cocky smirk. “You know, if my little flower forgives me for leaving her in the middle of a kiss.”

“Send her flowers and my regards,” Steve jokes, earning an angry look from Bucky. “What? Women love flowers.”

“She’s a florist and owns a flower shop,” Bucky bites back. “Do you honestly believe I can win her over again with flowers?”

“Why don’t you tell her it was an emergency and a matter of life or death?” you murmur, hoping to help Bucky. You know Steve called him back to talk about your brother and how to help you. “If she truly likes you, she’ll understand and forgive you.”

“You think so?” Bucky rubs his chin, humming as he considers your suggestion. “She is a little fiery…”

“You could cook for her. Women like it when you cook and are nice,” you glance at Bucky, giving him a reassuring smile. “I like it when they are nice.”

“Nice, huh?” Steve says, looking down at you. “Good thing I’m nice. “ He squeezes your shoulder to assure you he doesn’t mind you calling him Stevie. “Buck, go home. Y/N, let’s find a place for Bear to sleep. We have some dog food because of the guard dogs. Everything else, we can get tomorrow.”

“That wasn’t what I had in mind.” Steve laughs, watching Bear hop on your bed. The huge dog lies on the bed, leaving space for you. “I guess he’s a big teddy bear.”

“I snarled at the guy from the service station because he yelled at someone. I think he’s a good boy,” you softly whisper the dog’s name, earning a whine from Bear. It seems dogs can remember kindness. Even if it’s been years since he was a pup.

“Good boy, huh.” Smiling, Steve bids you a good night. “You already know, but I’m one room away if you or Bear need anything. He’s got a huge pillow, but I assume he will sleep in your bed.”

“Food. Where do I find it in the morning?” You wring your hands. Bear is already so important to you, and you don’t want him to starve.

“I will tell the maid to show you everything in the morning. Get some rest. You’ll need it. The next few days, we will spend more time together. I want you to get to know my organization, my home, and…well…me.” He gives you a sheepish smile—something you wouldn’t expect from a mafia boss.”

“Steve,” you want to say so much to him but are still afraid of angering him. You shake your head and sigh. Old habits die hard when you get punished for wanting to talk to people. “Thank you.”

“No need to thank me, Y/N. Every person seeing how your brother treated you would’ve done the same thing,” he says, turning to leave.

“They didn’t,” you whisper, eyes filled with fresh tears. “Everyone knew, and no one did a damn thing.”

“Everyone? Who is everyone?” Steve turns back around to walk toward the bed. He looks at you, silently demanding answers. “Who let you down?”

“The doctors who fixed my injuries. The guidance counselor at school, after I told them what happened after Jason hit me for the first time. So many people saw what he did and looked the other way.” You smile at Steve. “You didn’t, Steve.”

Steve’s features sadden. You were reaching out to people in the past, and no one helped you. If only he had known about your fate sooner. “How could I look the other way when you were in danger?”

Bear whines, bumping his nose against your side. “He needs some attention,” Steve laughs before cupping your face. He presses a soft kiss to your forehead, humming as you do not try to pull away. “Good night, doll.”

“Good night, Steve.”

Bear is hogging your blanket and your pillow. The huge dog whines in his sleep, legs moving. “Bear, are you having a nightmare?” You softly ask. “Do you want me to pet you?”

You snuggle into Bear’s back, gently patting him. He must’ve been through a lot, too, since you last saw him as a pup. “You and me, Bear. We will find a way back, right? There must be more to life than staying alive…”

“We need to strike hard and fast,” Steve explains the plan to bring your brother down again for Bucky, who arrived later, a hickey on his neck and a cocky grin on his lips. “Jensen, did you hack into their security system?”

“All done,” Jensen replies, grinning. No one appreciates his talent and hard work, but he’s damn proud of hacking the system in under two minutes.

“Well done,” Steve nods. “In two days, Jason will be alone at the club, Itsy Bitsy Tittsy. According to our information, August Walker, his driver, is not a fan of his boss. A friend agreed to make an offer to Walker. We hope to hear from him by tomorrow night.”

“Rumlow offered to talk to Walker about our offer. He’s an acquaintance of Walker and was a good friend of Jason’s father. He has the best chance of succeeding.” Bucky explains further while Steve watches you talk to Bear on the monitor.

He’s not some creep watching your every move, but he tries to make sure you feel comfortable at his home. Steve installed the cameras to keep an eye on you and your condition. You’re doing well, as far as he can tell.

“If anyone wants out, tell me now. Please leave the room if you don’t want to be part of this plan.” Steve looks around the table, nodding at his confidants and partners. “I won’t force you to follow my plan. This is my fight.”

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Les Tétons de Vénus

Les Tétons de Vénus (nipples of Venus)

Summary: Lloyd created a naughty dessert. Now he wants to have more than a compliment…

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x Private Chef/Girlfriend! Reader

Warnings: Lloyd being Lloyd, naughty Lloyd, cum on dessert, food play gone wrong, tit job, creampie, cum on face

Catch up here: Cock Au Vin

“Come on, pumpkin. Do not make me wait any longer,” Lloyd grunts from inside the kitchen. “Come in and look at the masterpiece I created.”

“You were occupying the kitchen for almost an hour, Lloyd. I swear, if you ruined my favorite knife, you are a dead man,” you growl from outside the kitchen. “Now give me back my kitchen.”

“Our kitchen, sugarplum.” He corrects and hums, undoubtedly running his fingers over his mustache again. You smirk because you know all of his habits so well.

When you first moved into his bedroom and used the main bathroom upstairs for the first time, you couldn’t stop the laughing fit after finding all the products he bought for his mustache.

“I swear, if you make a mess out of the kitchen again, you won’t sit properly for a week.” No one would believe someone dares to talk like that to Lloyd Hansen. However, you are neither just someone nor anyone. You are his private chef and the woman ruling his life (and cock, according to Lloyd).

Walking into the kitchen, you steel yourself. The last time you allowed Lloyd to cook for you, it ended in a little fire, a destroyed kitchen island, and no food.

“Voilà, madame,” Lloyd purrs, his eyes glued to your chest. He licks his lips, waiting for his promised reward. “All for you.”

You don’t know if you want to laugh or throw something at Lloyd. He stands in the kitchen, only wearing a cocky grin. His erection stands proud and tall against his stomach, but what catches your attention is the dessert on the new kitchen island you had to buy.

“What is this?” Frowning deeply, you glance at the dessert on one of your favorite plates. “You’ve got to be shitting me, Lloyd Hansen!”

“What?” He looks at the dessert, shrugging. “It’s French and delicious.” Lloyd grins like the nasty bastard he is. “I only added some cream.”

“You nasty man!” You throw your hands up, huffing. “Did you jerk off on the dessert?” His smirk turns into a Cheshire cat grin. His eyes darken as he slowly nods.

“It’s Les Tétons de Vénus a la Lloyd.” He chuckles as if ruining a perfect dessert is funny. “Come on, try it. Venus shows us her pretty nipples. I had to give it some cream.”

You can’t believe Lloyd sometimes. He’s a naughty and kinky bastard; you already knew that, but putting his cum on your dessert screams punishment.

“Lloyd, I thought you cooked, but now, you ruined the dessert I made for us,” you growl in his direction. He cackles. Seeing you angry is a turn-on to him. Well, everything is a turn-on to Lloyd.

“It was too tempting, baby cakes.” He says, and stalks closer, his cock bobbing with every move he makes toward you. “It made me rock-hard, so I had to do something about it while you were out and about shopping. Now, you did it again.” Lloyd fake-sighs and points at his erection.

“I’m not going to let you touch me,” you snarl at him, poking his cock with your index finger. “You ruined my dessert.”

“I put your favorite cream on it,” he snickers, knowing you love to suck him off. “How about we try something new?” Lloyd cocks his head to glance at the dessert you made. "Those look almost as good as yours, almost.” He hums, large hands reaching out to grope your tits. “Let me fuck them.”

You don’t get to answer. Lloyd grabs you by the waist, yanking you flush against his muscular frame. He smirks before stealing a kiss, all tongue and teeth.

Moaning into the kiss, you barely notice that he moved one hand between your bodies to rip your nightgown open, revealing your breasts to him.

“Lloyd! You are obsessed!”

A dirty grin spreads across his face as he palms your breasts, kneading and squeezing the soft flesh. "How could I not be obsessed with these perfect tits?" he growls, voice dripping with lust.

Lloyd moves his hands from your tits to your shoulders, shoving you down on your knees. You dart your tongue out to wet her lips, hoping to get a taste of his cock.

“No, you won’t get a taste after you were nagging about the dessert,” he smirks, grabbing you by your neck to guide his throbbing length between your breasts.

“What?” You laugh when you see his darkened eyes. “You really are kinky, Lloyd.”

“Nah, just want to give you some cream, baby cakes.” You moan, pressing your tits together to create a tunnel for him to fuck.

Lloyd groans, his hips snapping forward as he thrusts into the warm softness of your flesh. “Fuck, this feels better than imagined.” He breathlessly mutters while moving his hips back and forth, back and forth.

You play along, holding back giggles as you try to lick over the wide head. “No cheating, pumpkin,” he curses, cock twitching between your tits. “Fuck…fuck…that’s it.”

Lloyd reaches down, thumb circling your erect nipple. You whimper his name, knowing he’ll not leave you hanging. You’re in for a long night.

He makes an odd noise, almost like a wounded animal, when his hips begin to stutter. He spills all over her chest and your face, grinning like an idiot.

His hand cups your face, and he moves his thumb over your lips, smearing his cum into your mouth, letting you have a taste. “Don’t worry, cupcake. Lloyd has more than enough cream for you…”

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The dress

Summary: You just love the dress…

Pairing: Stewart x Girlfriend! Reader, Ransom Drysdale x Best Friend!Reader

Warnings: angst, awful boyfriend, disappointment, sad reader, Ransom being a good friend, fluff, kind of sneaky Ransom?

A/N: Inspired by a Reddit story I read last year.

Spinning like a girl in a brand-new dress. Singing Taylor Swift’s lyrics in your mind, you looked in the floor-length mirror at the boutique.

The dress you tried on was a dream. No, it was more. Whenever someone told you about their favorite dress, you simply shrugged.

Clothes were meant to keep you warm and not to run around naked. You dress simply most of the time, in jeans and T-shirts, or a skirt when you feel comfortable in it.

This dress was different. For the first time, you looked at yourself in the mirror and smiled. It fit you perfectly, like it was made for you.

“Oh, you found our bestseller,” the clerk said. She told you about the fabric and that many women bought the dress before you for special occasions.

“Uh—it’s my birthday, and I want to look pretty,” you replied, smiling. This dress made your heart flutter, and you felt so pretty that you didn’t care about looking at the price tag.

“What does it cost?” Stewart asked, his face hardening as you couldn’t stop gushing over the dress. “Did you check the price tag, Y/N? You know we want to save money for the trip in the fall.”

“It’s one of the more expensive pieces,” the clerk replied with an apologetic smile. She could see your face fall. “Not too expensive, though. It’s three hundred fifty dollars, but I can give you a discount until the end of this month. This would make twenty percent less.”

“Three hundred fifty dollars for a piece of clothing?” Stewart scoffed. He shook his head and pointed toward the rack with clothes on sale. “Why don’t you try one of these on?”

“I—” You dropped your eyes, not wanting to look at you in your dream dress any longer. “I can spare money and buy it later.” You said before turning to walk toward the changing room to take off the dress.

“Just get a cheaper one,” Stewart commented, but you didn’t want another dress. You wanted this dress and hoped to save enough money.

“We have this one till the end of the season. A few more months. If you give me your number, I can call you if we can offer a higher discount.” The clerk tried her best to help you. She saw how much you wanted the dress.

“I’ll try to save money from my next paychecks,” you said, walking back toward them in your old, worn-out jeans and favorite shirt. You reluctantly gave the dress back, a sad expression on your face. “I can give you my number. Maybe I can get it earlier with a higher discount.”

“Of course,” she chirped and wrote your number and name down. “I hope you can get it soon.” She looked at your boyfriend, one brow cocked.

The clerk heard that soon it would be your birthday and hoped your boyfriend would jump in. His designer clothes and his whole appearance screamed money.

Even a week later, you were still gushing over the dress you tried on. Maybe, deep down inside, you hoped Stewart would get the hint and buy the dress for you.

He always makes his mother and sisters expensive gifts. So far, you have only ever gotten smaller gifts, but you didn't mind because you were a pair for only two years.

“You looked pretty in that dress,” he said, smiling as you hopefully looked at Stewart. It was no secret that he made more money than you. Being a (your job) was always a dream, but it didn’t pay you enough to spend almost four hundred dollars on a dress.

Stewart easily could buy it. He never looks at a price tag when it comes to his family. His mother got a bracelet costing nine hundred dollars for her birthday, and his sister—he got her a designer bag costing over eight hundred dollars last month, only because she won a baking contest.

“I planned to save money for our trip and to buy the dress. Hopefully, I have enough time to buy it. Maybe I can wear it for your birthday,” you murmured, a shy smile on your face. Stewart nodded and once again told you how pretty you looked in that dress.

Your heart fluttered. If he thought you looked pretty, maybe he would get the dress for your birthday, knowing you loved it.

“Maybe you’ll get the discount she promised.” He went back to reading the newspaper as you tried not to show how excited you were. It seemed that Stewart wanted to buy you the dress for your birthday.

Your birthday party a few weeks later was rather small in comparison to the parties Stewart threw for his birthday. Just a cake, a few friends and your family, and Stewart’s mother. His sisters would arrive later.

All of your guests placed their gifts on a small table. You thanked everyone because you knew they put effort into finding something you’d like.

Though your mood wasn’t the best. Stewart insisted on giving you his gift before more guests arrived. Only your best friend, Ransom, and his mother were around when he handed you an envelope.

You tried not to frown. He didn’t get you the dress, but it was still possible that he bought a gift card for the boutique.

Your heart raced when you opened the envelope to find a birthday card and twenty-five dollars inside. Nothing else.

“I got you the cake too, remember,” he hastily said, seeing the disappointment in your eyes. You brushed it off and smiled through your heartache. Of course, he didn’t get you the dress.

“Y/N, happy birthday!” His sisters walked into the room, holding out their arms. They were always cheerful and friendly, but you couldn’t stop yourself from gasping out loud watching all three of them walk into the room, wearing your dream dress.

You swallowed thickly. “Melanie, Stefanie, Cara,” you greeted and hugged them, one after another. “Wow, you look stunning. You wouldn’t believe it, but I tried that dress on too. I’m saving up money to buy it.”

“Oh, I didn’t know.” Cara looked a little uncomfortable when you told her how much you liked the dress and wanted to buy it for your birthday.

“Wow, indeed,” Stefanie said, looking at the ground. Something seemed to bug them, but you didn’t want to ask and ruin the party for everyone.

“You see,” Melanie cleared her throat. “We didn’t know you liked the dress. Stewart bought it for all of us, asking to play triplets for your birthday. If we had known you wanted the dress too…we wouldn't have agreed. We are sorry.”

“No, don’t be,” you were quick to reply. The three of them didn’t know you liked the dress, but Stewart did.

After that, you told everyone you wanted to cut the cake and tried to be cheerful, but it was hard to not cry.

You couldn’t wrap your head around the fact that Stewart didn’t get you the dress for your birthday, only to buy it for his sisters.

Sitting in a corner, you thought about how often you talked about the dress. Stewart even told you how pretty you looked, and then he gave you twenty-five dollars and a cheap birthday card.

“Hey, why are you sitting in a corner, birthday girl?” Ransom, your best friend, found you sulking. “What’s wrong?”

He cocked his head to look at the sisters. Ransom remembered the dress because you showed it to him on the phone. Now your boyfriend’s sisters were wearing the dress you hoped to get from Stewart.

“Tell me what's wrong.”

“He bought the dress I wanted for his sisters and asked them to wear it for my birthday party,” you sniffled and wiped your eyes. “I don’t know why, Ranny. I told him how much I liked the dress, and he bought it for his sisters.”

“What an asshole.” Ransom muttered under his breath. “Maybe he only wants to surprise you and give it to you later.”

“You think so?” You asked, feeling hope bloom in your chest. Stewart wouldn’t buy your dream dress for his sisters and leave you out. Right?

After the last guest left, you sat in the living room in silence. Stewart was busy eating the rest of the cake—the one you wanted to share tomorrow.

It had been three hours since everyone left, and Stewart hadn’t given you the dress. Your hope was shattered, and you couldn’t help but sigh deeply.

“What is it?” Stewart asked, a smug grin on his face.

“I was wondering why you bought the dress I loved so much for your sisters but not me. I understand that your family comes first, but…why ask them to wear it for my birthday party?”

“Yeah, that,” he laughed, like your disappointment and sadness were funny to him. “You were talking about that damn dress all the time. Getting overly excited over a dress is just stupid. You had to be humbled. I thought it would be fun watching your reaction when you see my sisters wearing the dress you wanted.”

At first, you couldn’t understand that your boyfriend of two years thought it would be funny to hurt you like that.

He knew you loved the dress and went to the store and bought three of them, only to give the dresses to his sisters. On top of all that, he talked them into wearing the dress to your birthday party.

“You wanted to humble me?” You asked, unable to keep the anger out of your voice. “I never wear expensive clothes. I save up most of the money I do not need for a living. One time, I get excited over something I liked, and you think I’m what—greedy and spoiled?

“You expected me to buy it,” he bit back, venom in his voice. “I told you, I’m not going to buy you expensive things to spoil you from the beginning.”

You sniffed and looked at the birthday card he gave you. “No, I didn’t expect you to buy it. I said that I’ll save the money I need to buy it later. Maybe I had hoped that my boyfriend would get the hint and finally buy me something I’ll like. But you went back to the boutique and bought three of them, only to hurt me instead of making the woman you claim to love happy for once.”

Stewart tried calming you, but you were too angry and hurt to even listen to his excuses.

“Save it,” you growled at him. “You didn’t have to buy me the dress. I would’ve found a way to get it on my own.” You shook your head when he told you it was a joke. “It wasn’t necessary to hurt me so deeply. You showed your true colors today.”

Grabbing your phone, you dialed Ransom’s number. He immediately ran out of his house toward his car, telling you to wait for him.

While your boyfriend tried to talk you out of leaving, you packed up the thoughtful gifts from your family and friends. You huffed and pushed him out of your way when he tried to stop you from packing up a few things.

“Get out of my way,” you snapped at him. “I’ll leave now. I hope your not-funny joke was worth it, losing me over your ego trip.” You packed up two suitcases and a bag before Ransom arrived.

Ransom didn’t ask what happened. He grabbed your suitcases and carried them toward his car. “I’ll be back tomorrow to get the rest of my things. I hope you can laugh about your joke for the rest of your life.”

Before you left, you threw the birthday card in his face. “Here, so you can buy your mommy and sisters more shit.”

Turning on your heels, you stormed out of the house and got into Ransom’s car.

“What happened?” Ransom softly asked while starting the engine. “Y/N?”

“He did it on purpose,” you sniffled, and the tears finally fell. “Stewart believed he must humble me because I, for once, liked a dress so much that I talked about it for a few weeks.”

“What will you do now?”

“I don’t know,” you answered honestly. “The first thing is to get all of my things; the next is to find a place to live. I’ll check on apartments tomorrow. Can you drive me to a hotel?”

“Y/N, do you honestly believe I’ll let you sleep at a hotel?” Ransom asked. “Darling, you will stay at my place until you find a nice apartment. Tomorrow, we will get all of your shit.”

Leaning your head against his shoulder, you sighed. “Thank you, Ranny. You are the best.”

He chuckled. “Of course, I am the best. That’s why I’m your best friend.”

“What is that?” You gasped, stepping into Ransom’s living room. A cake was standing on the coffee table, and he placed all the gifts you got for your birthday next to it.

“I bought you a cake you’ll like, not the shit Stewart got you.” Ransom huffed when you threw yourself into his arms to cry in his chest. “The bastard didn’t even know what cake you like.”

“He bought his favorite cake.”

“Forget about that loser.” Ransom was quick to wrap his arm around your shoulders. He guided you toward the couch, telling you to sit down and unwrap the gifts. “Let’s unpack the gifts from everyone who loves you. Mine first.”

You weren’t in the mood to unpack gifts after the fallout with Stewart. It took everything in you not to cry when Ransom sat down next to you and handed you the biggest gift box among all of your gifts.

Sighing, you unwrapped the red ribbon and took off the lid. “What is…?” You gasped loudly, seeing the one thing you wished for lie in the box. “You bought the dress for me?”

“I called the boutique and asked them to deliver it.” He nervously ran his hands over his thighs. “If you don’t like it anymore, it’s okay. I can get you something else.”

“You bought the dress for me,” you said, tears in your eyes. “But… I only told you once about it.”

“Yeah,” Ransom shifted in his seat. “You told me the name of the boutique, and I still had that blurry image of the dress. I asked the lady to deliver the dress you wanted, knowing you left your name and number.”

“Ransom, that’s so thoughtful of you.” You climbed into his lap to wrap your arms around his neck. “Why did you buy it?”

“You said that you love the dress and that it’s too expensive. I didn’t want you to wait for months to get it.” Ransom casually replied, not knowing that his gesture meant the world to you.

“You got the dress for me.” You started to cry, and Ransom had to run his hands up and down your back to calm you. “He gave me twenty-five bucks and made me cry because he thought it was funny to embarrass me like that. And you just bought the dress for me.”

“I told you that he’s not good enough for you. No one is,” Ransom murmured, kissing your forehead. “What does my best girl want to do with the rest of her birthday?”

“I…I want to stay like this for a while,” you said, snuggling into his chest. “Just you and me.”

“Just you and me.” Ransom kissed your hair and murmured gentle words.

He didn’t mind having you in his arms. It pained him that Stewart hurt you deeply, but he couldn’t fight the excitement bubbling up deep inside of him. Ransom smirked to himself, knowing that Stewart ruined any chance with you.

“Shush, baby,” he whispered in your ear. “From now on, Ranny will spoil you rotten. We will get all of your belongings and show you off in your brand-new dress.”

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An absent mate (2) - Steve's route

Summary: Your mate cares more about a taken omega. What happens if another alpha shows up?

Pairing: Wolverine x Omega!Reader, Steve Rogers x Omega!Reader

Warnings: a/b/o, a/b/o dynamics, abandonment, emotional cheating, heavy angst, pregnancy, loneliness, language, shitty friends, shitty alpha, Jean being the worst ever, Jean hate (sorry), caring Steve

Catch up here:  An absent mate

A/N: Because of the poll, this version will have a happy ending with Steve. I’m working on a version with Logan because I received requests/asks for his ending, too.

Silence follows the slam of the door. Everyone is looking at Logan; some even steal glances at Jean. She smiles to herself, but it fades when Scott steps out from the crowd to look at her—disappointment and disgust written all over his face.

For years, he had hoped that Jean’s little crush on Logan, or whatever was going on between them, would be over. The child she’s carrying should have changed everything. Now he even doubts he’s the father.

His mind is screaming, and his heart is bleeding for the love dying right in front of his eyes. Not his love, though. The love you felt for Logan.

“I—” Storm shakes her head before dropping her gaze. “She never yells or gets angry. I never saw Y/N so…angry…and sad.” She wipes her eyes.

She’s not wrong. You never raised your voice. Not because you are shy or meek. No. Simply because your voice would’ve remained unheard. Whenever you tried to say something, even during missions, they stopped you.

You simply weren’t an important member to them. Everyone always listened to Jean. The team. Your mate. Hell, the whole fucking mutant community believed she was some saint.

“Logan, how did you not know about your omega’s pregnancy?” Ororo presses on. She looks from Jean to Scott and then at Logan.

“We didn’t… I didn’t…” Logan stammers, unsure how to explain that he didn’t pay attention to or touch you for months. “I was distracted.” He cocks his head to look at Jean. For the first time, he feels anger seeing her smug grin return. “Why are you smiling? My omega just left, and your alpha looks like he’s about to commit murder!”

“Maybe someone should follow her. She’s hurt and pregnant. We did shit to help her,” Gambit jumps in, wanting to make things right. He, just like everyone else, has let you down.

“Why, Jean? When we got married, right after we mated, you swore to me that nothing was going on between you and Logan,” Scott scoffs when Jean flinches at his harsh tone. “I guess you need a strong hand from now on.” He takes off his sunglasses, only fluttering his lashes, but everyone is alerted. If he uses his powers on Jean, he could hurt the baby or worse. “Make your choice now. Logan or me and our marriage.”

Everyone holds their breath…

Outside the gates of the mansion, you are about to break down. Your friends, the people you considered family, let you down. Your mate let you down. Your life lies in ruins.

“Y/N,” Steve calls your name. He’s by your side before you can drop to the ground. “Doll, hey. What’s wrong?”

“What Steve wants to ask is if we need to break someone’s face.” Bucky gets out of the backseat along with Sam to check on you.

“Buck, not now.” Steve steadies your body to walk you toward his car. “Get her bag. We will leave, and she can explain everything after a doctor checked on her.”

“I’m fine,” you protest. “It was a little too much… I guess I’m not as strong as I used to be. Love makes you weak and stupid.”

Bucky and Sam silently get back into the backseat while Steve buckles you up. “What happened?” Steve gently asks when he gets behind the steering wheel. You shake your head, unable to speak. Instead, you choke out a sob. “That bad?”

“He never wanted me, Steve. I was a fool to believe their lies. Convenient and available—that’s all I was to him. Nothing else.”

“Uh—you’re pregnant,” Bucky states the obvious dilemma you are in. “Do you need a doctor or a snack? I know pregnant ladies always need food.”

“Yeah, I guess I was good for one thing after all,” you laugh, but your laughter lacks humor. “Can we get away from here, please? Anywhere but here…”

Anywhere was the Avengers’ tower to Steve. He made sure you’ll get a place right next to his room.

It’s spacious, and most importantly, far away from Logan and any memory of him. His scent is gone, and for the first time in a long time, you don’t feel hollow without him.

“If you need anything, you know where to find me. I’m only one door away,” Steve says while watching you take a large swig of water. “Do you want to talk about it now that Bucky and Sam are not here?”

“Do you remember the day I told you that everyone encouraged me to approach Logan?” You ask, glancing at Steve. Your friend, your confidant, and your former teammate. “You know, not long after I left the Avengers to join the X-Men.”

“I never understood—” Steve shakes his head. You decided to join the X-Men, believing that they’ll understand your struggle with your powers better than Steve and the rest of the Avengers.

“It wasn’t your fault I left, Steve,” you give him a sad smile.

Back then, you had a big crush on the super-soldier, but he quickly turned you down, telling you he didn’t want to ruin your friendship. It hurt, but it was nothing more than a crush, and you learned to love someone else.

“Why does it feel like it was my fault then?” He says more to himself than you. “If not…If only…” Steve sighs. “You are heartbroken because I let you walk out on me and the Avengers.”

“I’m heartbroken because the man claiming to love me wants someone else. A mated and married omega. She’s pregnant with another man’s child, and he still only has eyes for her. I couldn’t take it any longer. You sniffle and wipe your eyes. “I deserve better, and so does my baby.”

Steve’s eyes drop to your middle. He squares his jaw. The alpha would give the world to be the father of your unborn child. Though he can only blame himself for not admitting his feelings when you were in love with him.

“Steve?” You softly say his name and touch his shoulder. “Hey, don’t do this. I can see the wheels in your head spinning. It wasn’t your fault. I left because my powers became overwhelming. I needed someone who…”

Dropping your gaze, you sigh. “I asked the professor to seal my powers, but he refused, telling me my powers are not that strong. He only knew half of the things I’m capable of.”

“Did they seal your powers?” Steve looks at you, fearing the worst.

“No. As I said, they all underestimated not only me but also my powers. I let them believe all of them are more powerful than me. They felt safer this way. In their little bubble.”

“You always were kind-hearted.” Steve shakes his head. He hates himself for letting you go.

You scoff. “I always tried to protect them, and they just…turned me into his…” Saying it out loud is still too hard. “Whatever. I…I need to find someone to help me sever the bond. I don’t want to be bound to an absent and cruel mate any longer.”

“Y/N, it will hurt like hell.” Steve’s stomach drops. “You will endure all of it to be free of him?”

“Anything I have to do…”

“Anything yet?” Logan is pacing back and forth. “Professor, did you find her? My mate is out there, pregnant with my pup. I have to find her!”

“Oh, I found her,” Jean smiles, but her smile doesn’t reach her eyes. “She ran back to him. Her big blonde hero. The one she left before she came here. It looks like she goes from one alpha to the next.”

“Like you?” Ororo snaps at Jean. For the first time since they have known each other, Ororo feels hatred toward her friend. “You are married to Scott, expect his baby, but still, you couldn’t keep your hands off another omega’s man. A fine friend you are.”

“I never said that Y/N is my friend,” Jean replies without batting an eyelash.

“I wasn’t talking about Y/N, but Logan. You were leading him on for years, stringing him along. You pretended to be only friends with him but flirted with Logan all the time. When he believed you were interested, you showed him the cold shoulder.”

“Back and forth,” Gambit adds, looking at Jean with disgust. “A man can only bear so much… Alphas are meant to mate with omegas, not yearn for her.”

“The moment Logan finally made a move on Y/N and bonded with her, you came along, playing the weak and needy omega,” Ororo adds. “So, what do we do now?” She looks at the professor, her brows furrowed. “We all caused so much pain. Is there a way to help Y/N?”

“I need to find her.” Logan clenches and unclenches his fists. It’s been three weeks since you left him, and he’s a wreck. For the first time in ages, he misses someone in his life. Logan hasn’t been sleeping much lately. He’s missing your screen and your calming presence. In other words, he’s been a complete mess since you’ve been gone.

“What do you mean you found her?” Scott’s voice sounds angrier each day. He cannot believe that his wife turned out to be a cold-hearted person conspiring to break the bond between you and Logan. “Why did you not inform us?”

“She’s at the Avengers’ tower, playing lovely couple with Captain America,” she smirks at Logan, who slowly slides his claws out.

He snarls before storming out of the room. Gambit tries to stop him, but he easily shakes him off to storm his bike.

“Logan! Where are you going?” Gambit chases after Logan, unable to stop his fellow X-Man. Logan is an alpha possessed, ready to reclaim his mate. “Don’t do anything stupid. You should find a way to make things up to her, not hurt her friend!”

“If Captain America is keeping my mate away from me, I’ll come for him. I’ll slice that star-spangled banner-wearing clown open and bring my mate home.”

Logan drives off, leaving only dust to settle. Gambit shakes his head. He already knows whatever Logan plans will end badly: “Yeah, what can go wrong when an angry Wolverine meets a pissed Captain America?”

Part 3 (Steve’s route)

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POV: You are gushing about this new show you are watching “Countdown” especially about how hot is Mark Meachum to your husband Dean and he is not that amused😂😂😂

"Well, you lost your TV privileges for the time being," Dean grunts before walking out of your shared room, the TV tucked under his arm.

"Dean! DEAN!" You huff, knowing exactly why he took the TV. You gushed over the new show you watched, and the main character one too many times. "But baby! He looks like you!"

"I don't care! I'm the only man you can look at. Period!" Dean yells while running off with the TV.

"What? Do you want me to run around with my eyes closed all the time?"

"DAMN RIGHT!" He pokes his head into the room, giving you a warning look. "No sexy times until you admit that I'm your man."

You giggle. Dean won't survive a week without sexy times, and you can still watch the show on your phone...

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The Contract (6)

Summary: Steve wants your brother to sweeten the deal.

Pairing: Soft Dark Mafia!Steve Rogers x fem!Reader

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Jake Jensen, Sam Wilson, Brock Rumlow

Warnings: angst, scared/shy reader, mafia au, mentions of past abuse/violence against the reader, soft dark Steve, fluff, talk about stabbing, and more fluff

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The next morning, you are nervously pacing the bedroom. Back and forth. Back and forth. Steve doesn’t know that you heard what he said to Bucky last night on their way to the living room.

You wanted to grab a glass of water and silently walked out of the kitchen as you heard the men talk about a wedding and an assassination. The assassination of your half-brother.

Your heart hurt for a moment after you heard that Steve wants to marry. He doesn’t owe you anything, but you had hoped that he saved you from Jason because there was something else he saw in you other than a bird with broken wings.

Glancing at your broken arm, you sigh. You understand that Jason is an enemy of Steve, but you can’t watch him die. Even though he put you through hell, he’s still family.

“What will happen to Jason?” Your question catches Steve off guard. He tried to make some pancakes for breakfast for you and prepared the fruit salad you didn’t eat yesterday.

He thinks about your questions for a moment before he answers, “Whatever you want to happen. Do you want him gone?”

His gaze is too intense when looking at you. You whimper and avert your gaze, fearing you angered Steve. “I don’t know. He’s family…but…”

“Doll, when was this man ever family to you? When he sold you off so easily to a stranger. When he broke your arm and ribs? When he used you as a punching bag?” Steve’s tone is still soft, but you can hear the anger behind his softness.

You mastered reading people’s emotions over the years—it’s the only reason you survived for so long. Whenever your brother had a bad day, you tried to stay out of his way. If not, you’d have received a beating.

“I…” You sniffle and wipe your eyes with the sleeve of your robe. Choking out a sob, you try to explain to Steve that Jason is the only family you have left. “I don’t know.”

“Y/N, you’re a good person, and it makes me sad watching you get hurt because of it. Jason is not a brother. No man should treat his sister like he did. Sister, half-sister, or stepsister. It doesn’t matter. Family is family—and you don’t hurt your family.”

“If that’s the rule, I cannot hurt Jason either,” you reply, pouting. “I know you are all used to violence and killing people, but I don’t. I never wanted this and…” You sniffle silently. “Do you want this life for your wife, too? Does she know you want to kill people?”

“My wife?” Steve’s features soften seeing the tears running down your cheeks. He carefully wipes them off your cheeks, making you whimper at the soft touch. “I don’t have a wife, doll.”

He gently cups your face with his large palms. His warm hands make you sigh. Steve is so unlike your brother and your father. He lives in the same world, but there’s still kindness in him.

“Bucky said you want to marry in a few months and invite my brother to kill him,” you pout again, this time because Steve brought you to his home, knowing he’s got a girl at home waiting for him.

“Doll, fuck,” he gives you a cracked smile. “Bucky came up with this stupid plan. He wanted us to fake a wedding to kill your brother. Right now, Jason is hiding within his home, not letting anyone get near him. We wanted to invite him to your wedding.” Steve clears his throat. “I meant our wedding.”

“He wanted us to marry?” You splutter, shocked by the turn of events. “Why would we come up with this idea? We don’t even know each other.”

“It was one of his ideas…you know.” Steve tries not to show that he was all too eager to buy a ring. The wedding wouldn’t have been a fake one for Steve. Now, his plan won’t work out. He can see the uncertainty in your eyes. “We won’t do it.”

“Oh—okay.” You are relieved Steve doesn’t want to stage a fake marriage and even happier that he’s not engaged to someone else. “Jason wouldn’t have come to my wedding. Not even with you as my groom.”

“You think so?” Steve furrows his brows. His hands are still on your face, and you lean into his touch. “Doll, we should have breakfast. Talking about assassinations on an empty stomach is not a good idea.”

“Assassination and breakfast?” Bucky casually strolls into the kitchen, grabs a plate, and plops down onto one of the kitchen stools. “So… Did you talk about my plan with Y/N?”

“No.” Steve grunts. He drops his hands from your face, and you immediately miss his touch.

“No? Do you want me to tell her about my plan?” Bucky dips his head to look at you. You’re staring at Steve in awe, making Bucky huff.

“I meant that the answer is no. We won’t fake a wedding. Jason will make a mistake, and then we will strike.” Steve turns his attention to the pancakes, flipping them onto your plate. The next one lands on Bucky’s plate, and you clap your hands.

“I can still stab him in the face,” the brunette pouts, because you do not want to fake a marriage. “I’m good with knives.”

Steve grunts in his friend’s direction while you reconsider his words. He’s right. Jason never acted like a brother.

You didn’t expect him to be all over the moon hearing he has an illegitimate half-sister.

Sure. You had hoped that, after you lost your mother, Jason would at least show the kindness of a stranger. He never did. All Jason had to offer was vileness, pain, and entitlement.

“Buck, not now.”

“Too soon?” Bucky grins at his friend, but his smile vanishes when he sees the struggle on your face. “I get it, Y/N. He’s still family, and you do not want to be responsible for his death. Leave it to me. Let’s say I don’t like him and did it out of spite.”

“Jason is a monster.” Both men gasp at your admission. “From the beginning, he was nothing but vile towards me.” You shake your head, ashamed of your half-brother’s actions. “It wasn’t only him. His mother encouraged his behavior to punish me for my parents’ sin.”

“I like it when she talks more,” Bucky comments while chewing the pancake and drinking the orange juice Steve pressed for you. “You should keep her.”

“Your stepmother is lucky she’s already gone.” Steve’s features darken at the thought of all the pain you had to endure over the years. Not only the physical pain.

“Jason hurt more people. Not only people in his way to the top.” You lift your gaze to look at Steve. “His girlfriends never stayed for long. I often saw them leave with a split lip or bruises. One was bleeding from her ear. I… I think he’s not a good man, and the world would be a better place without him.” It pains you to admit, but Steve, Bucky, and everyone else wanting to see your brother dead is right. “If you think you must kill him, do it.”

“Now I like her even more,” Bucky snickers, earning an angry look from Steve. “Just saying, she sees a problem and comes up with a solution.”

“We still don’t know how to get hold of him,” Steve reminds his friend, pointing the spatula at Bucky. “We cannot rush things.”

Running your hand over the cast around your arm, you remind yourself once again that Jason would’ve killed you one day and that he sold you to a stranger.

If not for Steve’s kindness, you’d be dead by now, or worse.

You take a deep breath, making up your mind. “Every Wednesday night he goes to a club called Itsy Bitsy Tittsy.” You giggle at the awful name. “I think he’s seeing one of the girls there.”

“That’s good to know, but there will still be bodyguards and lots of witnesses if we take him down at a strip club.” Bucky throws in, snickering as he repeats the name of the club.

“Jason always goes alone. Only the driver will be around, but August hates Jason. He’d love to leave but is bound to my half-brother by a promise to our father.

Steve’s eyes widen in shock. You just delivered Jason’s life on a silver platter to him.

“What an awful name for a strip club,” Bucky burst into laughter, making you giggle. “Who comes up with such a name?”

“Dirty old men?” You giggle even harder. It’s kind of freeing to talk to Steve and Bucky. For once, no one is yelling at you for laughing and even talking.

“Crap!” Bucky curses. “Look at the time! I have to go! Alpine will go rampant if I do not feed them.”

“Alpine?” You watch Bucky slip off the stool and leave the kitchen in a hurry. “Who’s Alpine?”

“His cat. A stray he brought home,” Steve explains. “He found them in a dumpster or behind a dumpster. I’m not sure.”

“I brought a puppy home one day. It just followed me,” you sniffle, remembering that day. “My stepmother said I cannot bring home strays while being a stray myself. They ripped the poor pup out of my hands and brought it to the nearest shelter.” You lower your head and sigh. “At least I hope they did.”

“You like dogs?” Steve watches you wipe more tears off your cheeks. “Do you want to leave the mansion today? You know, get fresh air and maybe a few more things you’ll need.”

“Oh…okay,” you eagerly nod, happy to see more than Steve’s mansion.

“Good. Let’s have breakfast, and we can be on our way. I’ll take the day off…”

“Steve.” Tugging at Steve’s sleeve, you try to stop him from buying more clothes for you. Expensive ones. Not the clothes from the thrift store you wore when you met him. “It’s too much. Do not waste so much money. I don’t need all of these things.”

“You need them,” Steve stays adamant. He wants to spoil you and watch your eyes shine. “Come on, I saw the way you looked at the blue dress. You liked it.”

“I do, but it costs so much.” You glance at the pretty blue sundress you liked again. “You shouldn’t—” Steve is quick to press his index finger to your lips.

“What did I say? I give a shit about money, but a lot about you. You want the dress; you’ll get it. Go, try it on. We will buy it.”

Your eyes shine for a second. It’s the first time since your mother was killed that someone wants to do something nice for you.

“Where are we going?” Looking around the foreign area, you frown. After Steve insisted on buying the dress and half of the shop, ordering food for later, and stopping at a café for a break, he brought you here.

“You said that they didn’t allow you to bring a stray home.” He wraps his arm around your shoulders, making you feel safe and warm again. “I asked Jensen to check if they brought them to a shelter.”

“What?” You gasp. “But… I only told you the date this morning. How did you work so fast?”

Steve shrugs. “I have my ways. Anyways,” he clears his throat. “Jensen said your stepmother brought the pup to a shelter, telling them to get rid of it.”

“Oh no,” you whimper. “This is all my fault. I shouldn’t have brought the puppy home.”

“Doll, they didn’t hurt the poor puppy.” He suddenly wraps you in a hug, running his hands up and down your back. “They tried to find a home for the poor guy, and they did, but…the owner died and…” He whispers in your ear that the puppy from back then is at the shelter.

Steve chuckles when you look up at him, tears in your eyes. “You’re not lying?”

“No. They have the papers and stuff. You can check on it. It is your puppy.”

“Can I see them? I’ll do anything…please.” You’re desperate to see the dog again. “Please.”

“Shush, doll,” Steve softly says. “You don’t have to beg me. We are here for a reason. You know, the poor dog has no home, so I thought we could take him.”

We… Your eyes widen. He barely knows you, and now, he wants to adopt a dog with you.

“You need a guard dog, right? To keep you safe while I’m not around. I want you to have someone other than my bodyguards and Bucky.” He grins before telling you to follow him.

You run toward the shelter, wanting nothing more than to see the puppy from back then again.

“He’s four or five years old.” You barely listen to what the woman at the shelter has to say. The moment you walked into the room, the puppy from back then, now a huge Leonberger, pounced on you. You ended up on the ground, the dog on top of you.

“No! Get off her!” The woman gasps as the dog is licking your face. You giggle and laugh while patting the dog’s head.

Steve shrugs before helping you get back up. The dog won’t leave your side, whining low as you sit down on a chair. “She will be right there.”

“He’s very passionate when it comes to people he likes. His name is Bear.” She chuckles as Bear places his head in your lap, expecting cuddles. “It seems you bonded back then.”

“You didn’t forget me,” you whisper while running your hand over the dog’s head. “I didn’t forget you either. I was so worried about you.”

“It’s settled then. We will take him home…”

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The Mistress

The Mistress

Summary: Your arranged marriage comes to an end.

Pairing: AU!Steve Rogers x Plus-sized (wife) Reader, AU!Thor Odinson x fem!Reader

Warnings: arranged marriage, Steve being the worst, cheating, bitchy mistress, fat shaming, heavy angst, strong reader, language, arguments, divorce, smut, cocky Thor, voyeurism via phone

In the beginning, you had hope that the bond your father arranged with Steve Rogers would work out. He was a handsome and smart man.

Love was out of the question, but there was a tiny spark when you first met. You believed that you could turn this tiny spark into a fire. Though. One-sided feelings never work out.

One too many times, you tried to get Steve’s attention. Nothing worked. No sexy lingerie. Not seductive looks. Hell, you even draped yourself naked over his lap.

If not for his not-so-secret affairs with countless women, you’d believe he wasn’t into women. He was always close to his best friend, so the thought came up more than once.

You bore his absence and coldness for two long and exhausting years. Outside, you were the glamorous power couple—but behind closed doors, there wasn’t anything glamorous about your life.

Usually, you spend your days and nights alone, yearning for something other than a cold bed. Not only love, but also a warm embrace.

What you missed the most were orgasms you didn’t get from a vibrator or riding a pillow like some desperate, under-fucked housewife.

Tonight, you wanted to try one last time to get his attention. He’s just a man, you told yourself. Sadly, he had already found company. Steve dared to bring his latest fling to your home and fuck her in your bed. The one you chose for your shared bedroom.

Steve didn’t care that you yelled at him and that the lamp from your nightstand hit his naked back.

He only became furious because you bought new lingerie to seduce him. Steve showed his true colors when he got out of bed to grab you by your neck, forcing you to look in the floor-length mirror.

“How can you believe for one second that I want you if I can have her?” He forced you to turn around and look at his mistress, lazily stretching her naked body on your bed. “Not even if you were the last woman alive.”

His words stung, but you didn’t give them the satisfaction of crying or even making a sound. You glared at her, and then you rammed your elbow into his side.

Steve dropped his hand from your neck, surprised by the sudden pain shooting through his body.

“I don’t care if you fuck that slut,” you growled and slapped Steve across the face. “But did you forget we agreed on this arranged marriage to strengthen our companies? Did you forget that you wanted the public to believe you stopped being a man-whore?”

“Watch your tongue!” Steve made two steps toward you, but you stood your ground. You huffed and shook your head. Tonight, you were done with his lies and antics.

“No, you watch your every step. My father agreed on this bond to help you with your reputation. He did not agree to letting you turn me into a laughingstock for the public. I didn’t say a thing when you fucked countless bodies, but I cross the line when I end up being the butt of the joke. Bring the trash out, or I’ll bring it out!”

“She will stay!” He replied, a smirk on his lips. You couldn’t believe Steve chose a skank over the deal with your father and his reputation.

“Fine, have it your way! If that whore touches anything belonging to me, she’s dead.” You stormed toward the door.

“I already touched your husband and bed. I will touch everything belonging to you, fat cow!” She giggled like the brainless bimbo she was.

“You can touch that man-whore all you want. And the bed,” you huffed and looked her slutty ass up and down, “you can burn it. But anything else you touch will cost you a finger.”

The next day, you insisted on a meeting with your father and Steve. You handed over all proof of Steve's infidelity.

Your father assessed every proof and shrugged it off. He didn’t care that Steve brought the skank he cheated on you with home or that he paraded his conquests around town.

“So, you are telling me you don’t give a shit that he embarrasses me in front of everyone I know? You want to tell me that my feelings don’t matter?” You raised your voice, yelling at your father for the first time in your life. “I agreed on this shitshow of a marriage, and the least I expect is respect from both of you!”

“Honeybun, calm down. Steve will compensate you in another way.” Your father shrugged again. You knew what he wanted to tell you. That Steve simply wasn’t into your fat ass, and that your own father didn’t care that your husband brought his sluts home, like some cat lady collecting strays.

“What if he has more whores in line? Shall I live under one roof with dozens of them?” You crossed your arms over your chest and huffed as your father, once again, ignored your feelings. “Fine. Fuck you. Both!”

They both exchanged a look before they chuckled. You would come around eventually. None of them believed you were out for blood and revenge.

“This, and the armchair over there!” You ordered the moving team you hired around, pointing at every single piece you brought into the house you shared with Steve.

“Anything else, Mrs. Rogers?” The biggest of them all said. He was the tallest and most handsome man you ever saw. He was thick in all the right places, and you loved his stunning blue eyes. His long hair cascaded down his shoulders, and you wondered how he didn’t sweat after carrying heavy furniture around all day.

“Just Y/N,” you gave him a cracked smile. I think this is it.” Looking around the living room, your features darkened. Steve’s conquest was on the phone, excitedly telling her friend that she made it and that you were moving out.

“Thor,” he replied by taking your hand to press a soft kiss to your knuckles. Your knees buckled. It had been too long since a man gave you attention. A simple kiss made you all tingly, but you knew better than to keep your hopes high. He only wanted to finish his job and move on to a prettier girl.

“Oh, that robe and nightgown belong to me.” You pointed at the skank staring at you with wide, fearful eyes as you said, “She ruined it, though. Burn it.” Your eyes darkened, and you smirked when you said, “I don’t care if she’s still wearing it when you burn it.”

She screamed bloody murder as one of the men tried to rip the robe down her body. The skank ended up throwing it down the stairs and running away, naked and screaming.

“That was quite entertaining,” Thor said, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. “What are you doing after you are done here today?”

“I’ll call my lawyer, file for divorce, and try my brand-new vibrator… It’s been too long since someone properly fucked me, not fucked me over.”

“Mrs. Rogers. Mrs. Rogers!” You didn’t know who called a horde of reporters, but the moment you tried to walk toward your car and leave the place you called home for the last two years, you were surrounded by them.

“What?” You snapped at them, shoving their microphones out of your face.

“Is it true that you are moving into a bigger home because you are expecting? Is Mr. Rogers happy to become a father?” They looked at your belly, waiting for confirmation.

“Well, I have nothing to do with Mr. Rogers anymore. If you want him to answer your questions, please contact him and his newest conquest. For me, I’m moving on to a man who can give me an heir.” You smiled sweetly into the cameras—a nice payback for all the times Steve embarrassed you with his affairs. “A shame when a man cannot fulfill a red-blooded woman’s desires.”

The reporters blanched before bombarding you with more questions. You politely declined to answer any more questions and went to your car.

Inside your car, you smiled at yourself in the rearview mirror. This was only the first strike to free yourself of Steve and your father.

“Hello,” you answered your phone, a smirk coloring your features, hearing your father growl your name. “What can I do for you today, Father? Is there a problem?”

He yelled into the phone, warning you not to make any more trouble. “Last warning.” He hissed as you laughed at this reaction to your latest interview about your arranged marriage.

“Not going to happen, Daddy,” you coolly replied. “Remember when I came to you, telling you how much Steve’s behavior hurt me and what he said to me? Yeah, that one time I asked for your help and support, you let me down. You laughed in my face with Steve, literally. So…this is going to be your life now.”

You hung up and blocked his number before he could say another word. While your father believed you depended on him, it was the other way around.

Your grandmother left you enough money for a lifetime, and the business you built on your own will allow you to live your life without worrying about money.

“No more being their pawn,” you said to yourself and switched the TV on to rewatch the interview.

“I dare you to hang up on me again!” Steve growled over the loudspeaker. Last time he called, you just hung up, busy with something more important than listening to his rant. “We still can fix this marriage if you stop being a sensitive cunt!”

“Cunt…fuck…” You tried your best to remain silent, but it was hard to focus on Steve and his attitude. He could get fucked if it was up to you.

“What was that?” Steve he asked, listening to your heavy breathing. “Y/N, are you training? Do you jog again?”

“No—shit…” You gripped the headboard of your brand-new bed. “Steve, I…I can’t…talk…now…”

“Why? Are you busy losing weight?” He laughed on the other end of the line, making fun of your size again.

“No, bud,” a deep voice answered. “She’s busy taking my huge cock.” Thor rammed a little harder into you, making you keen. Your back arched, and you screamed his name, gushing all over his cock. “Do you want to listen, or can I continue fucking her until she doesn’t remember her name?”

Steve was silent. He inhaled sharply, hearing your whorish moans and the wet sound of Thor’s cock pushing into your soaked cunt.

“Fucking bastard!”

 “Yeah, I’m fucking your ex-wife good. She’s quivering around me like a whore.” Thor didn’t care that your soon-to-be ex-husband could hear your coupling. He got louder, urging you on to let go for a second time.

Steve couldn’t hang up, and he couldn’t speak. Hearing you let go for another man was too much for his ego. He threw his phone against the wall, promising himself to get back at you.

“I hope I didn’t overstep with the call and all,” Thor worriedly looked down at you lying on his chest. “I wanted him to know he let the best thing that had ever happened to him go.”

“Steve and I are done for good. It’s his fault alone.” You chuckled because you got back at him. “We were never meant to be. I just didn’t realize it sooner. If you have no reason to stay with someone, it’s the best reason to leave them.”

“His loss, my win,” Thor grinned, mischief in his ocean blue eyes. “How about round three?”

You giggled against his chest. At that moment, you didn’t know if you and Thor would part ways the next morning or spend a lifetime together. But you know one thing for sure—you were willing to try with him.

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The contract (5)

Summary: Steve wants your brother to sweeten the deal.

Pairing: Soft Dark Mafia!Steve Rogers x fem!Reader

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Jake Jensen, Sam Wilson, Brock Rumlow

Warnings: angst, scared/shy reader, mentions of past physical abuse/violence against the reader (not Steve), injured/hurt/traumatized reader, mafia au, mentions of past character’s death, soft dark Steve, fluff, talk about stabbing

A/N: Yes, we are talking about Frank Castle from No exceptions in this chapter.

Catch up here: The contract (4)

The contract masterlist

The food Steve ordered was more than delicious. After the first bite, you knew it was the best you ever had.

He was silently watching you, asking if you wanted more or needed help.

This time, you didn’t remain silent. You asked him for help and thanked him after he cut the food for you and refilled your glass.

Steve shrugged and sat back down. It was nothing to him, but this simple gesture of kindness meant the world to you.

“Do you like the food?” Steve asks, still watching every move you make. “Do you want more? I can order more?”

You shake your head, afraid you might burp if you answer his question.

“Y/N, I need you to talk to me. I know this is hard, and you’re not used to people asking for your opinion, but help me here,” Steve almost pleads as you look at him, still the same fear in your eyes.

“It was very good, but,” you moan and rub your belly. “I can’t eat more. If I do, it will end badly. Thank you for ordering what I like. It’s been a while since I had this menu.”

Steve chuckles. He appreciates that you try to talk to him more. It’s only been a few hours since he bought you from your brother and took you away from your old life. Steve knows you will need more time to adapt. He can only hope you will open up to him more with time.

“What about dessert?” He presses on, not letting you get away with not eating the fruit salad he ordered for you. “There must be some space left for fresh fruits.”

“Umm…fruits.” You glance at the fruit salad Steve shoves toward you. It looks delicious, but you are already sated and can’t eat more. “I don’t know if I can eat more.”

Steve immediately senses your distress. You want to make him happy, but you can’t eat more. “We can put it in the fridge and have some fruit for breakfast. It won’t go to waste.”

“I like fruits for breakfast.” Your eyes shine when you tell Steve about another ritual you and your mother had. Pancake surprise. Your mom would put a secret ingredient into a pancake. Whoever got the pancake would win a little prize.

“That’s a nice memory,” Steve softly replies, smiling as you shared a precious memory with him. “My mom used to make the worst pancakes ever to exist.” He smiles fondly when you look at him with interest. “Uh—she was a wonderful mother but couldn’t cook to save her life.”

You giggle when he tells you that her pancakes were raw or burned. “I like cooking, but—” you drop your eyes and sniffle, “I haven’t been allowed to cook since Mom is gone. They believed I’d burn down the house or something.”

“You can cook whenever you want in my kitchen. I’m not much of a cook, but I can make pancakes and smaller dishes. I learned to cook when I was a teen,” he offers with a cracked smile. “I had to grow up fast after my parents died in an accident.”

“That sounds hard.” You instinctively reach out to touch his hand but stop yourself. Pulling your hand away before it can touch Steve, you murmur an apology. Your brother hated it when you tried to comfort him after his father, and later his mother, passed away. “Losing both at the same time.”

Steve scoots closer with his chair to take your hand, squeezing it gently. “You lost your family, too. Having your mother ripped away by these monsters.” He shakes his head. “I cannot imagine what you must’ve been through. And then you lost your father.”

“Maybe you’ll think I’m heartless, but I didn’t feel much losing my father. He mostly ignored me. If he recognized my existence, it always ended badly. I lost my mom. His wife and my half-brother hated me even more, and then…” You sniffle. “After he dragged me into his world, he died, and I was alone again.”

Steve and you sit in comfortable silence for a while. He looks at you, eyes searching for any sign of distress.

You yawn, trying to blink the tiredness away. It’s been a long and exhausting day.

“Crap, you must be tired,” Steve curses under his breath. “Look at the time. I’m sorry for keeping you awake for so long. You should get some rest now. I’ll bring you to your room.”

“You already know about the bathroom next to your room. If you want to watch TV, you can use the remote control on the nightstand.”

You cock your head and look around the room for a TV. “There’s no TV in here?” You wonder, looking at Steve. “Do you mean in the living room?”

“Oh, no,” he laughs at the confused look on your face. “If you press this button,” he points at the remote control, “the TV will appear out of nowhere. It’s magic.”

“They sell magic TVs now?” You giggle at his playfulness. “I didn’t know.”

“You can have a tablet and a new phone. I’ll let Jensen set everything up for you by tomorrow. If you need anything else, please add it to the list on the nightstand. I only added basic things.”

“A toothbrush,” you murmur. “I forgot it at the house.”

Steve nods, but his heart aches once again. You called your former home ‘the house,’ not home. “I can get you a new one right now. If you have any preferences when it comes to mouth hygiene, tell me so.”

“Nothing too fancy.” You shrug. “A toothbrush and toothpaste are enough. I don’t need much.”

“Doll,” Steve calls you by his chosen nickname for you again, and you feel warm. “You are at our home now. I want you to have everything you need, and even more important, what your heart desires. So, if you want a pink toothbrush with diamonds that plays Taylor Swift songs, you will get it.”

“You know Taylor Swift?” You gasp. “Really? I didn’t take you for someone listening to pop music or country.”

“You don’t know much about me…yet. We will get to know each other better, I promise. For now, all you need to know is that you are safe with me and that you can have everything you want. No need to hold back.”

He carefully pats your head. “Good night, Y/N.”

“Good night, Steve,” you reply, a little louder this time.

Steve walks toward the door, telling you to come to him if you need anything. He suddenly stops and looks over his shoulder, grinning.

“And just so you know, I shake every nasty comment or bad vibe off.”

You snort-laugh as he walks out the door. Who would’ve thought Steve Rogers could be funny?

“I need everything, and I need it now,” Steve sternly says. He looks at the footage of your brother sneaking around his territory again, shaking his head. “He’s like a dog looking for a bone to chew on.”

Bucky yawns loudly and rubs his tired eyes. He barely arrived home when Steve called him to come back. “I hope this is getting more interesting. You know, she will be pissed because I left her right when it got interesting!”

“I don’t want to know about your little affair with that florist!” Steve grunts. “This is serious, Bucky. Not hours after we signed the contract, he came to my territory, uninvited. That’s a breach of contract and all of my rules.”

“Fuck him.” Bucky is beyond pissed. He was close to getting some love from the woman he’s been courting for months. “I’ll just stab him in the face.”

“I second that,” Brock finally speaks up. He was listening to Steve and Jensen for over an hour and slowly got antsy. “I wanted to take him down for months. You came up with this stupid plan to infiltrate his house, only to come home with a girl, not Jason’s head.”

“The plan changed at the last minute,” Sam is quick to jump in. “We checked on the security, and there were more armed guards than we originally thought. It would’ve been a suicide mission.”

“Oh…” Brock dips his head to watch Steve check on another monitor, the one showing the bedroom you are residing in. “And getting your hands on his sister was a better plan?”

“Half-sister,” Steve corrects. He turns around to explain the situation to Brock. The brunette nods and scrunches up his nose, hearing what you had to endure.

“Okay, now I want to stab him in the face even more,” Brock grumbles. “We are bastards, but for fuck’s sake, we are not goddamn bastards abusing women.”

“Who votes for stabbing Jason in the face?” Bucky asks, lifting his metal arm. “Come on, you all want me to do it.”

“If anyone ends this man, it’s me,” Steve snaps at his friend. “He hurt my woman. She’s black and blue. Her ribs and arm are broken, and I don’t want to know what else he did to her over the years. I will end him myself, slow and painful, but without making anyone suspicious. He’s not a shark; still, he has friends in the right positions, covering the murders and his abusive nature.”

“He’s a guppy,” Brock snickers, but his features harden, remembering everything Steve told him tonight. “You’re not wrong. Even the tiniest dog can bite. We need to come up with a better plan than stealing his sister.”

“A wedding?” Bucky looks up from his phone. “You know, if you are about to marry Y/N, her lovely brother cannot stay away from the wedding. Especially if his new business partner and the guy with the biggest balls in New York invites him.”

“That’s not the worst idea you ever had.” Steve furrows his brows, thinking about Bucky’s idea. “There will be only our security team protecting the bride and the guests. No weapons are allowed. Jason will deliver himself on a silver plate, and I’ll offer his head to Y/N as a wedding gift.”

“Whoa…whoa!” Sam raises his hand to protest. “Do you know anything about the girl? You can’t just marry her after knowing her for a day.”

“Did you ever hear about a fake wedding?” Bucky deadpans. “We only want him to come unarmed and alone. We don’t want to storm his home with guns aimed like some vultures. His partners wouldn’t like to hear Steve Rogers attacked Jason Y/L/N without a reason.”

“Hmm…” Sam doesn’t like the plan. “What about Y/N? She’s already so scared. I don’t think it’s a good idea to get her involved in all of this.”

Steve looks at the monitor again, watching your chest rise and fall. He dips his head, wondering how you’d look in a wedding dress. “I should get a ring and talk to Y/N. I’ll explain everything to her. She will be free of him forever.”

“I still hate this plan,” Sam huffs and sits down. “We should just shoot his brains out. What about Frank? He loves to shoot people, doesn’t he?”

“He’s out of business,” Bucky mutters. “Found true love or shit in a bakery.” He huffs while staring at his phone. “At least that’s what Murdock said last time we talked.”

“Jensen, I want you to check every camera. Find anything about Jason.” Steve orders. “For everyone else, we will lay low for now. Y/N is still in danger. The contract is not legal, and we all know it. I’ll fill her in and ask her to play along. This will take some time. I need to earn her trust first.”

“Alright,” Brock cracks his neck. “If this plan doesn’t work out, I vote for Bucky to stab him in the face…”

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TOL - Two for one (1) - August Walker

Summary: You reached the end of the rope.

Pairing: August Walker x Maid!Reader

Side-pairing: Lloyd Hansen x Singlemom!Reader (plussized)

Warnings: dub-con, groping, light spanking (two slaps), hand around throat, smut, unprotected sex, doggy style, breeding kink?, unplanned pregnancy, mistaken identity, possessive August, Lloyd being Lloyd

A/N: This is part of my Traders of love (lust) masterlist series. It can be read as a standalone one-shot, but it's more fun if you know the other chapters with Lloyd and other chars. The side-pairing is like in every other chapter, Lloyd Hansen x Sunshine

He was like a force coming over you. One moment you wanted to clean the room, and the next you were pressed up against the wall. The man purred the filthiest things in your ear, while grinding his massive erection into your ass.

You have seen him before, at the bar at the shady hotel where you are working. As a maid in shabby jeans and a shirt, you didn’t catch his attention – at least you thought so until you found yourself in the center of his attention.

“Did you think you could run from me?” He chuckled darkly, his teeth tugging at your earlobe. “Answer me, slut. Did you think you could get away with eye-fucking me at the bar? Well, you fucked with the wrong man today. I saw you drooling like a bitch in heat. Here we are now.”

“No…” You stammered, your heart hammering in your chest. This man was holding you against the wall, his hand wrapped around your neck. How could you deny him an answer? “I didn’t think you saw me. I was just passing by, I swear.”

“Oh, I saw you. I just waited until you slipped into your naughty maid uniform to get my hands on you. I like me an obedient and sweet maid taking my huge cock. Tell me, should I fuck your ass or your sweet, dripping cunt?” He taunts, his grip on your throat tightening. “Answer me, or you won’t like what happens.”

You choked out a moan. While your brain failed to catch up, your body melted against the stranger’s hard, defined one. “My…c..unt.” You were unable to think, only feel his free hand move to the front of your maid uniform to rip it open – palm wrapping around one breast.

“You want it in your cunt?” He laughed in your ear. “Do you think you can take the monster? Do you think you’ll survive coming on it?”

You wanted to scream yes – I don’t care if I die coming on your cock or please fuck me, but you couldn’t. It was his game, and you were only the body he wanted to use.

“What will it be, slut?” His hand dropped from your chest to move under your short maid uniform. Your boss insisted on less fabric and more legs and ass to appease his guests. “Do you want me to ruin you?”

Yes. No. Maybe. Words were your enemy. Any rational thought was lost, feeling his hand move into your pants to pinch your clit. The stranger tortured your little nub with skilled fingers, bringing you to the edge, only to stop moving at all. “No…no…”

“What was that?” He cruelly tugged at your clit. “Say that again, slut. You begging me is music to my ears.”

“Please don’t stop,” you breathlessly replied, rocking your hips, trying to get any kind of friction. “Please…”

“No.” He laughed in your neck. “You are not calling the shots tonight. I paid too much money to satisfy a needy whore.” You didn’t understand the meaning of his words at that time. It didn’t matter, though.

Before you could say anything else, he twirled you around and pushed you onto the bed, making it creak. “Dammit, Hansen. What kind of shady place is this?” The man cussed. His hands shoot toward your ass, groping and squeezing your globes. “I said no panties.”

“What? I can’t go to work without underwear,” you replied, earning a harsh slap to your right cheek. “Ouch!” You exclaimed when his hand collided with your left cheek.

“No talking back,” he huffed, clearly frustrated. Why? You didn’t know. He came to the room to feel you up, not the other way around. “Why did I tell him the rules again? Hansen always fucks shit up.”

You didn’t dare to move when he stepped away from the bed, leaving you confused and needy. For a few moments, he stared at you, running his index finger and thumb over his mustache.

“Fuck it,” you heard him curse, followed by the zipper of his pants coming down. “If you break the rules, I break his rules too.” He ordered you to move to the edge of the bed and go on your hands and knees. “Let’s make the best out of it.”

Your panties ended up torn on the ground. He was impatient to get what he came for. It wasn’t as perfect as planned, but he could work with what he had in front of him.

He shoved your upper body down onto the bed. You whimpered; your cheek pressed against the cool sheets as he positioned himself behind you.

He didn’t waste more time, lining up the blunt head of his cock with your dripping, needy hole. With one smooth thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, drawing a strangled cry from you.

You felt so full yet still yearned for more. It didn’t come to your mind that he slipped inside without protection or that you still didn’t know his name.

“OH—fuck.” You exclaimed loudly, earning another slap to both cheeks. “You’re too big…I’m too full.”

“Well, if fuck August Walker, you get more than you bargained for, whore,” he only laughed as you tried to wiggle away. His hands gripped your hips tightly, giving you no chance to escape him, and his massive cock.

August set a punishing pace, hips snapping forward as he fucked you senseless. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the air, mixing with your whorish moans.

You didn’t sound like you anymore, more like a needy whore begging to be fucked and ruined. August was right. The moment he slit home, you were done for.

He reached around with his calloused fingers, finding your thrumming clit, rubbing it in circles. Your back arched, trembling on the brink of your orgasm.

“That's it, slut,” August growled, his voice rough with lust. “Cum on this cock.”

His words sent you over the edge. You came with a strangled cry, your cunt quivering around his twitching length. August's hips stuttered, and he gripped your hips tighter, holding himself inside as he spilled his seed deep inside of you.

He didn’t let you catch your breath before he pulled out and pushed you onto the mattress. You didn’t move, nor say a thing as he plopped down on the mattress.

“I must say, you are bad at following rules, but your cunt was worth the trouble.” You blinked at his words and tried to lift your head. “Stay put. I’m not nearly done with you…”

You woke to a cold bed and dirty sheets. Nothing but the seed between your thighs and your ruined maid uniform reminded you of the sin you committed with August.

Of course, things didn’t end well for you. Your boss was more than unhappy that you fucked a guest at one of the rooms – a room August didn’t pay for. Your job was gone, and so was your income.

How does the saying go? When it rains, it pours. One simple mistake. A night of passion spent with a stranger, and you end up unemployed, homeless, and pregnant. Lady Luck fucked you over for real this time…

Meanwhile, on the other end of town, August Walker paces back and forth in Lloyd Hansen’s office. He insisted on meeting up with you again; his cock was yearning to get another taste of you, and maybe the man himself, too.

“For fuck’s sake,” Lloyd grumbled. “It’s 4 am. You woke me and my girlfriend to walk holes into my carpet?”

“Boss,” his girlfriend slash assistant hissed. “I don’t think Mr. Walker came here to get yelled at. What can we do for you today?”

“I want the girl again.” August cleared his throat. “She broke a few rules, but I was satisfied with her service.”

“Maid?” Lloyd cocked his head. “August, you let the girl wait for three hours, and then she went home. Whoever you fucked, it wasn’t one of my ladies.”

“What? No…she was there at the bar…at the hotel,” August argued, wildly gesturing toward Lloyd. “You sent her to me. She wore the maid outfit and all.”

“No, I didn’t,” Lloyd hissed, pissed because one of his clients fucked some girl. “Four months ago, you left the one I sent hanging. You can ask her if you want to.”

“Show me a picture of that girl.” August Walker is no man to argue with. He held out his hand, a grim expression coloring his features.

“Fine,” Lloyd bit back. He handed August his iPad, smirking as his client’s face fell. “See, you did not fuck her. She was complaining about your lack of manners.”

“But…who?” August’s eyes widened. “What? No…I mean. If the woman wasn’t one of your ladies…why did she let me fuck her?”

“Uh—she was needy, and you were there?” Lloyd shrugged, earning a slap to the back of his head from his assistant.

“Lloyd, what did I tell you about being more considerate and helpful?” She slapped his bum and huffed. “Mr. Walker, can you tell us more about the woman and the hotel? I assume you didn’t get the correct information from Lloyd. He’s sometimes very…forgetful.”

August gave her the information about the hotel and a description of you, his latest conquest.

“Okay, we can work with that,” she said, pushing Lloyd toward his desk. “Lloyd, work your magic. It shouldn’t be too hard to find the footage of the woman. You said she was at the bar too?”

Lloyd worked his magic, thanks to his girlfriend’s friendly reminder. He found the footage of your arrival. It was easy to find out you were working at the hotel, and that you got fired after what happened with August.

“I hate to admit it, but you are good,” August huffed. “I didn’t know you were so…talented in other departments too.”

“I am a man with many talents,” Lloyd smirked darkly. “You don’t want to know about them, though. Here’s her address, her name, oh…and maybe you should check on her medical record. Especially the latest stuff might be interesting for you…”

“I gotta say, you give a man a run for his money!” August stood in front of you out of nowhere. You wanted to pack up a few more things when a knock on your door stopped you. Not in your wildest dreams did you imagine seeing him again.

“What are you doing here? How did you find me? What do you want?”

August huffed, his eyes glued to your middle. “You could’ve told me about this…” He pointed at your swollen belly. “I take care of the shit I pull.”

You scrunched up your nose. “This,” you placed your hand on your belly and sneered at him, “is not shit. It’s a life growing inside of me. And by the way, you do not take care of the shit you pull. I got fired thanks to you and lost my apartment, too. So, go home and leave me alone.”

“Oh, no,” he grunted. August expected you to be over the moon, not angry for showing up at your place. “This is mine, and I’ll not become some deadbeat father,” August smirked when you tried to shove his hand away. “My little slut will look so good, all swollen and full of my cock all the damn time…”