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to gild a lily

Part Two: Just a Bite

18+ | minors dni

Lilywood's leader is easily the most charming man you've met, which makes it all the more easier for you to say yes to all his suggestions, no matter what they are.

Content Warning: Cult Leader!Steve Rogers x Reader, mature themes, mention of a wounded animal, mention of blood, hard drug use, sexual language, dub!con (sexual acts while under the influence of drugs), handjob, fingering, cheating.

Part One

"These are fucking delicious," You moan as you bite into May's lemon bar, before your eyes widen. "Oh, shit. I'm sorry for cursing."

Steve chuckles softly as he turns into a country road. "Don't worry about it, sweetheart," He says lowly, his voice sending a shiver down your spine.

Sitting up, you bite your lip, not wanting to offend him but still curious about the rules May and Happy mentioned. "I know that this month is sacred to you guys - I'm guessing no cursing is one of the rules?" You wonder.

"It's a small rule," He replies before shooting you a wink. "And small rules are made to be broken."

His calm, casual nature takes you by surprise. You were expecting the mayor, or whatever his title is, to be a little more high strung, but Steve isn't anything like the controlling patriarch you thought he would be.

Looking out the window, you take in the gorgeous views of the midday sun above the grassy hills. "This town is beautiful," You sigh wistfully, comparing it to the rough, polluted city you call home with a grimace.

"It is," He agrees. "I'm proud of my home."

You turn to face him and ask, "Were you born here?"

"Yes, I was," Steve confirms. "Lilywood is all I've ever known. Don't get me wrong; I've travelled and seen the world, but nothing compares. What about you, little one? Where have you come from?"

"Uh, Florida. Miami, to be exact," You reveal.

"Ah. That old place," He says with a smile. "I bet you don't get views like this out there, do you?"

"Definitely not," You reply with a soft laugh. "The beaches are nice, though."

"I bet they are," Steve mumbles, turning his head to look at you. "What do you do for work?"

"I'm a tour guide," You tell him. "It's a lot of fun, but also a lot of socializing. I'm happy to be away from it for a couple of weeks."

"Commendable work," He says, and you feel an odd sense of pride from his approval. "Is that full time? Do you freelance, or...?"

"Oh yeah, I choose when I work so it's great," You say with a smile. "I can take days off whenever, pick up extra shifts if I need to. It works out perfectly."

"Wow. You know, being in control of your own life like that, of your own time? That's freedom. That's living," Steve says. "And that's exactly the kind of culture we cultivate here in Lilywood." He takes another turn down a country road. "We get our fair share of visitors, and a lot of them see me, my role as leader here, and they assume I'm controlling. As if I, a simple man, could have the capacity to control over almost a hundred adults. They think we live this way because the people of Lilywood are ruled by me, but that's not true. All I ever want is for my people to be empowered. To have their own free will, their own sense of being."

You nod, completely entranced by the man. "Absolutely. And those people are wrong. I could tell that May and Happy absolutely adore you, and that's a testament to your leadership."

He turns to you, smiling warmly. "I appreciate that, little one," He utters, looking deeply into your eyes. Before you can blink, the car slams into something heavy, making you scream. You lurch forward, but thankfully your seatbelt stops you from flying into the windscreen.

"Shit!" You exclaim, breathing heavily as Steve immediately stops the car.

"You okay?" He asks calmly, waiting until you nod before undoing his seatbelt. "Stay here."

You watch as he leaves the truck, stepping out and walking over to the side of the road. Unable to quell your curiosity, you get out of the car as quietly as you can, nervously walking around to the front until you see what he hit.

A deer lays at Steve's feet, wounded and bleeding. You can't help but gasp, heartbroken for it. Steve crouches down, places his hand against the deer's chest, silently waiting for a few moments before turning his head to the side. "She's alive," He says, bringing you some relief. Standing back up, he turns to you with a grave look on his face. "But she's in pain. I need to end her suffering."

"No!" You gasp, shaking your head. "There must be something we can do-"

"It's too late for her," Steve cuts you off sternly.

"She's still breathing, isn't she?" You retort. "We can't give up on her yet. Isn't there a vet in this town, or something?"

He remains silent for a few moments, staring at you while seemingly deep in thought. Finally, he lets out a huff. "I know where we can take her," He sighs, filling you with relief.

You step forward to offer your assistance in getting the deer in the back of the truck, but Steve manages to lift her up and carry her all by himself. Though it's a traumatic situation, you can't help but note how strong he is. He barely breaks a sweat as he lays her down in the back, a firm look on his face that sends a shiver down your spine.

He nods towards the truck and says, "Get in."

Pearl Coyne's cabin is deep in the Lilywood forest. Surrounded by huge trees, it sits large in front of a lake, where fish jump up and glide down the rocky stream. The inside of her home is small, but by no means empty. Every surface has something shiny sitting on it, and every wall is covered in pictures and paintings from ceiling to floor. Trinkets fill the shelves and glass cabinets, and there's a strong smell of lavender wafting in from one of the back rooms.

"You're not allergic to anything, are you? Any spices, or plants?" She asks you with a frown while pulling up her glasses from her chest where they hang from a chain up to the bridge of her nose, looking you up and down. Her red hair is messy, with several different sized plaits hanging down, some with beads and others with feathers woven in. She's dressed in multicolored layers, with an emerald green cotton dress on top of an array of shirts. Around her neck is a necklace just like May's and Happy's, but Pearl has a gold bead on hers like the ones on Steve's. Something about her aura makes you feel safe; the same way you feel around Steve. When you shake your head no, her smile widens. "Wonderful. I won't have to worry about my incense or other ingredients troubling you."

"Pearl, the deer," Steve reminds her curtly, his forehead creased with stress.

"Yes, yes, I'm going!" Pearl exclaims with a small grin. "Don't you worry, Steven; Maxine will be just fine."

You note that she seems very comfortable around him; she isn't afraid of insulting him or being impolite, whereas May and Happy were terrified of doing so. You also note that she's named all the deer in Lilywood and can somehow recognise them, or at least the one Steve hit.

"Now, you two make yourselves at home. This may take a while," She says, giving you a nod before walking into the back room where Steve lay the deer down onto a large steel table which made it seem like this happens often. Her jewellery makes a soft jingling sound while she moves, until she's out of sight.

"Pearl's the best healer in Lilywood," Steve tells you, before holding his hand out to you. "Come. Let us, as she instructed, make ourselves at home."

It should feel odd for you to be holding a strange man's hand, but it only feels natural for him to guide you through to a small room. Two couches sit opposite each other and a table is between them, covered in paraphernalia that doesn't look entirely legal.

"She creates all her own medicine, using pure, Lilywood-grown ingredients," He informs you while you look around the room. Something tells you it isn't exactly painkillers and cough syrup she sells.

Steve watches you while you walk around, looking at the oddities that fill the room. One shelf is stacked with small bottles of a clear liquid, and it's above a glass cabinet which holds more bottles of different colored liquids. They're each labeled, but only with a single image. Some have an image of an animal on them, while others have flowers and trees. Against another wall is a bookshelf filled with books and magazines, none of which you recognize the title or authors of.

"You're a curious little creature, aren't you?" Steve asks you from where he's leaning against the only bare bit of wall. A smile plays on his lips, and you can't help but mirror it.

"I've never seen anything like this place," You admit, feeling foolish for saying it. "I'm used to minimalism, and... white walls."

"Ah, yes, the city: where they claim culture lives," He says teasingly, shaking his head. "I've been in those kinds of homes. The white paint, the grey furniture, the lack of spirit... it's nauseating. Suffocating. There's no space to be, you know?"

"I know exactly what you mean," You say, nodding. "There's no character in those houses. No personality."

Steve nods, walking over to a shelf which holds small black bottles. "Come here, little one," He utters, waiting for you to join him before continuing. "Have you ever felt alive? I mean, truly alive? Like every single nerve in your body is being stimulated, all at once? Like you're entirely awake, fully conscious?"

You take in his query and think about it before answering him. "I had a near-death experience when I was seventeen. It was summer, me and my friends were diving off a cliff. A few of the guys were already down at the bottom when it was my turn. I hesitated a little, and one of the girls got impatient, so she decided to push me off. The whole way down, I thought that was it. I was too close to the rocks," You recount the story, able to see it in your mind. "I somehow landed in the water. One of the guys that was already down there said my head was millimeters away from hitting the rocks and splitting open. But when I emerged from the water, I wasn't angry at the girl for pushing me, or scared at all. It was exhilarating. I just felt..."

"Alive," Steve finishes with a whisper. You nod. Without another word, he walks over to the coffee table and reaches into what you thought was a pot of potpourri, but most definitely isn't. He beckons you over with his free hand, waiting until you reach him before holding out his offering.

You look down at the mushroom in his fingers and raise a brow. "Is that...?"

"This, sweetheart, is your key to feeling alive again," He claims.

"I don't know," You sigh. "I don't typically get high before midday."

"Trust me, Y/N, this will be an experience like no other," He assures you with a glint in his eye. "Just a bite. Here; I'll go first."

Watching him take a bite makes your skin tingle. When he holds the rest out to you, you feel you have no choice but to take it. And so, you do. Why not? Seeing as he seemed so blasé about taking it, they're probably not that strong. Parting your lips, you allow him to place the fungus on your tongue, and you then begin to slowly chew it.

"That's it," Steve says with a smile. "Now, sit down, and relax. Let me know if you need any water."

Ten minutes pass - or has it been an hour? - and you feel like you're out of your body. You feel numb and detached, but simultaneously as though you're feeling everything at once.

"You okay?" Steve asks from his seat next to you, his voice deeper than usual. Turning to face him, you see a purple mist around him, and you can't help but laugh.

"I... I'm high," You utter, suddenly very aware of your breathing.

"Relax," Steve mumbles. "It'll take a few minutes, and then - bliss."

Almost immediately, you feel the room swirl around you. You hear a thousand different conversations between you and Steve, and you aren't sure which, if any of them, actually happen. Your body feels light but you feel like you're sinking into the couch. For a moment, you get a rush of paranoia - are you dying? Will you ever feel normal again?

"Hey," His voice enters your mind like a gust of wind. When Steve puts his arm around your shoulders, you feel a sudden spark. Taking in a deep breath, you feel more like yourself again, and you're entirely relieved.

"Thank you," You breathe out, looking up into his eyes. "For being so kind. And... for making me feel safe."

"I make you feel safe?" He asks lowly, stroking your cheek.

"You do," You admit. "I think it's your aura. I can see it, you know. It's purple."

"Ain't that something?" He mumbles with a deep chuckle that vibrates against your body.

A few more moments pass, and then you feel it. A burning in your core. A heat between your legs. In an instant, you're taken over by pure, unrelenting lust.

"Shit," You whisper, resting your hand on his abs.

"Are you okay there, little one?" Steve asks you, placing his hand on your head and gently stroking your hair. With a shiver, you let a mewl, desperation filling you.

"I... I want you, Sir," You say lowly, lowering your hand to his crotch. Feeling him harden, you smile. "I'm so horny."

Steve sighs and takes your hand, moving it onto his thigh. "Now, sweetheart, I know May explained the rules of this sacred month to you. We are not to give into our weaknesses, no matter how badly we want to."

"Please," You whimper, moving closer to him until you're almost on his lap. "I saw you with May earlier. Are you and her having an affair?" Suddenly, you gasp. "Do you fuck all the women here? Are you that kind of leader?"

Laughing softly, he shakes his head. "It's not like that at all. We're very open here in Lilywood. I believe that touch is the most beautiful of our senses," He states, rubbing your cheek with his thumb. "Touching, feeling, getting to know each other. That's how we build bonds."

"Touching," You repeat with a slow nod, before bringing your hand back onto his crotch. "So, let me touch you."

His eyes lock onto yours. "Go ahead, sweetheart," Is all he says, and then he watches. Watches as you unzip his pants and reach into them, rubbing your hand over his hard, throbbing cock. Your heart's beating hard and your stomach flips as you slip your hand beneath his boxers, feeling the flesh of his cock against your palm. Steve clenches his jaw, resting his head back against the couch while you slowly, gently begin to stroke his shaft, up and down, up and down, up and down.

"That's it," He mumbles as his eyes flutter shut. Knowing that you're making him feel good makes your legs squeeze together. Nothing about this feels wrong. It's as though you and Steve are on another planet, all alone, where nothing and nobody else exists.

"Does that feel good, Sir?" You ask him, feeding off his pleasure as it floats in the air and envelops you.

"So good, sweetheart," He groans, placing his big hand on your thigh and gently stroking it. Slowly, he slides his hand under the waistband of your pants and you take in a sharp breath as he starts touching you, circling your clit with his finger.

A wanton moan leaves your mouth, and you don't care if Pearl hears. The effects of the shrooms intensify your pleasure, and you feel your vision blur. "That feels amazing," You hear yourself say, though you aren't sure whether it's out loud or not.

"Don't stop," Steve mumbles into your ear, pushing his finger into your entrance. Your hips buck up as you whimper, fucking yourself on his finger while stroking his dick faster. The two of you moan in unison with your hands down each other's pants. Steve presses several kisses to your neck, making you shiver.

Just as he promised, you feel as though every single nerve in your body is being stimulated. The fire burns from your core and spreads to the tips of your fingers, like a gentle electric current soaring through your veins.

You warn him that you're close, begging him not to stop. You can't be sure that you said the words out loud, but he seems to have understood either way.

"That's it, sweetheart," His warm voice slithers past your ears. "Let go."

Best orgasm ever doesn't even begin to cover it. It doesn't even feel like an orgasm. You can only compare it to that feeling you got that day by the cliffside when you were 17. A rush of adrenaline courses through your veins. It's both icy cold and fiery hot, making your eyes roll back.

With a shiver, you return to yourself and let out a shaky shudder. Your heart pounds and every inch of your skin is tingling with the afterglow. It takes you a few seconds to notice the warm liquid on your hand, and you look down to see Steve's cum coating your skin. His head falls into your neck as he lets out a low groan, his voice vibrating through you.

"Fuck," You whimper, letting go of his semi-hard cock.

Steve lifts up his head and raises a brow, a weak smirk on his lips. "Bad girl," He mutters lowly. "No cursing."

The buzz from the shroom hasn't worn off in the slightest. With a content sigh, you rest your head back against the couch, turning it to face him. You reach out to gently stroke your fingers against his bead necklace. "I want a necklace like that," You mumble. "But I don't want boring white beads like everyone else, I want gold ones like yours."

The corner of his mouth pulls up in a slight smirk. "Don't worry, little one," He begins with his low, smooth voice, leaning forward to brush your hair back. "I'm gonna cover you in gold, from head to toe."

And as he looks deeply into your eyes, you show no signs of sobering up, and don't even think once about where Joaquín is.

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