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eraserbread · 3 months ago

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satoru lovesss his foreign!gf so much it's almost... overstimulating

it’s been two weeks since you’ve seen satoru.

two weeks of good morning and sleep well text threads, two weeks without hearing his thick accent spell out renditions of your name. he calls you whatever he wants now, and you’ve grown to love him.

he shrugged off on some work mission and left you with a kiss on the forehead. you were pissed and confused because you swore he said a few days, not a few weeks. the fucker does this on purpose -- he knows that you yearn for his stupidly comforting presence, now.

who's gonna be there to hold your hand through street festivals, pointing out everything in a way you can understand? who's gonna spell out syllables in your favorite mangas so you can experience it the way he does?

you've let satoru take you on as a dependant. so, that's your excuse for never leaving your house in these weeks, except to work.

when he finally comes home, its with a thick, heavy bang on your door.

you're dead asleep in the back bedroom, hugging your thick pillow to your chest. alternatively, your phone is screaming with lock notifications, warning you that there's someone there. it takes you a solid ten minutes to come to from the sensory overload. and when you finally sit up in bed, you're so high off of sleep that you don't even recognize what you're hearing.

bang, bang, BANG.

then, you snatch up your phone and peek open an eye.

from: satoru! home tonight! (ᵔᗜᵔ) around 10! will let you know when my train stops train is stopping! running home to you i know you are probably asleep (ᵕ•_•) just didn't want to wait until tomorrow to see you *3 missed calls* from: satoru! if you didn't want to see me... ᴖ̈ you could've just said

it takes you a solid five minutes to absorb the onslaught. then, it dawns on you -- he's here.

satoru is fucking at your door.

you don't think you ever moved so quickly, tossing on a robe and running a hand through your hair. you stop for a second, cupping one over your nose and mouth to assess your sleep breath.

it's actually not too bad, and you doubt satoru would care much. so you spray a mist of perfume on your neck and head to open the door.

you're smling even before his big, lanky body comes into view. he's wearing that same, mysterious uniform, blindfold pushing his hair back on his scalp. it's been ten minutes since he arrived, and even the strongest get weary. two more minutes, and he would've been out of there.

"satoru," you smile, breathless by the look in his eye. he's leaning against the doorframe, his head tucked to compensate for his height. smiling when he sees you again, he turns around to wrap his arms around your waist.

"you were avoiding me?" he teases in your native tongue, lips crossing over yours as he speaks slowly. you shake your head, hands crawling from his shoulders, to the back of his neck.

"you were annoying me," you counter, a similarly mischievous look in your eye. he gasps, then leans to kiss you. it's stupid, but the smile on your face is huge, and you're so happy to see him again. "six texts and three missed calls? so needy."

"ah, you missed me." he's smug, gentle but fearless as he pushes you to the side, reveling in the familiar taste of the air around you. he can smell the promise of food you prepared earlier. he hopes it's something he's never had before, he loves being your taste-tester.

"well, i missed you and your fridge soo much." he's hardly regarding you as you push and lock the door. he's headfirst inside the cool expanse when you turn around, giving him a sideways glance.

of course, your food is his first order of business after being gone for weeks. never mind you, the girl who made the food, to get a fleeting shred of his godly attention. your japanese has been so rusty without him, but you know how much he loves hearing your broken syllables scold him in a way he knew like the back of his hand.

"you haven't eaten in three weeks?"

"two." he emerges with a flushed face and a slice of cheese between his teeth. "what's this?"

"macaroni and cheese."

"woooow, it looks like brick." satoru stands up with the pan in his hands, tossing the top across your counter before reaching in with his bare hands. "this is a weapon, baby."

"can you-" you step to his side, slapping his big hand away. "stop fondling my food. it's only solidified because it's been cold for three days."

gojo places the macaroni back in the pan, then drags his finger across the rippled top. in english he drops his voice sensually and stares right into your eyes, "cheesy."

"i will kill you myself," you reach for an oven mitt, hitting his poking hand with it. "get out of my kitchen. seriously."

he protests, but he's no match for your sage green oven mitt as it comes down on his arms and back. you're trying to push him out, but he's not an easy statue to move. "aww, ba

"no. you're an idiot." you shut him down, more at ease with his presence not floating around your fragile kitchen. you'd make him anything he asks, but you have to do it. for being the strongest, he's so fucking clumsy.

"okay, okay," he gives up, flopping back on your bed. in a passing touch, he opens the top spiraled-gold button on his shirt. "can you bring me some? i promise I'll stop fondling your food, just please?"

standing in front of him, arms crossed with your mitt hanging from your fingers, you try everything not to fall into his mercy. "you could beg a little harder."

satoru gives you a smug little downcast look, sitting back on his hands in a wide spread. you want to dive headfirst into him, but this game of chase was something exciting, something satoru loved and knew he needed.

sometime later, he's got you pinned down in your bed, two fingers deep inside of you as he does everything he can to milk that first orgasm out of you. robe loose and hanging from your skin, you're burying your face in the fabric, tugging at the bed sheets as he leans over the side of your trembling figure.

his hands are so big, they're able to toy with your sensitive clit, kiss the insides of your thigh and crook damn-near five inches of just his fingers right into your crying g-spot. it's a heady feeling, so wicked and familiar that the one thing that could take it over the top, satoru is doing directly in your ear.

"baby~~ m'baby girlll," he's whispering in english, knowing how weak you get when your face goes all hot and flush. his accent does ungodly things to you -- things you'd never admit unless you're being fucked stupid. "cum for me, my sweet..."

"mhmfm, satoru-

"yeah? say my name." he gasps for you, craning his fingers at a sinful crook inside of you. you're drooling mercilessly all over his fingers and wrist, making the slick sounds between your legs heighten tenfold. "sooo wettt."

that fucking does it. his sinful voice, his exact, tiny movements and massages. it makes you crazy. "oh! i'm cummingimummingimcummingimcumming -- satoru!!"

he carries you through it, smirking and full of life as his thick fingertips push and prod at that most sensitive, needy spot inside of you. he's not even close to being done - he wants you to be on the verge of passing out and sobbing for mercy before he finally slips inside of you and carries you to a sensual end.

he counts every time he makes you cum on his fingers with the time passing on the clock, marking the fifth or sixth time with a soft kiss on your cheek.

under him, you're fucking wrecked, hair sticking to sweaty skin, thighs trembling and eyes unable to stop spilling lavacious tears. you're sure that last go around had you squirting all over his skilled fingers, but you were too fucked out and satoru wouldn't say anything until he knows you're alive enough to swallow the embarrassment.

in his own uniform pants, he's been sneaking a hand down there to press and rub off every few minutes, letting your stangled cries do most of the heavy lifting. he's cum untouched by your presence alone a few times, and you hold it over his head like a vice, but he doesn't care. it just shows you how much he needs you -- how much his body ticks for you.

you're limp and panting, thinking the escapade is over and done with when he stands up at the side of the bed, using his clean hand to push his pants down and cock free. he's so wound-tight and sensitive as he gives his little soldier a few tugs to relieve some angst. he's tossing his neck back, rolling it over his shoulders as sexual energy leaks from his glands without mercy.

he knows this is the final round, so he doesn't waste any more time. he's crawling between your spread legs, leaning down to kiss a knee before hovering over you in his favorite, highly intimate position - missionary.

"just this last time, wanted you to be whiny n nice." he's speaking more to himself than to you, but you find a shred of sanity in your head to push out a nod. "there you are. just say my name, baby. it's all I want to hear." he's talking you through it in english, knowing your fucky brain wouldn't be able to translate his comfortable, native japanese. he gets too heady and starts using vowels and honorifics you haven't even heard about.

so when he slides inside of you, completely raw and slick with the pressure of his own need, he's not expecting you to perfectly cry to him in japenese.

"i love you, satoru. so much, satoru. p-please, satoru..."

#after he ate the cold mac and cheese in ur bed #while u slept #.satorus girl! <3 #.satoruu <3 #jjk x reader #jjk fanfic #jjk smut #satoru gojo x reader #gojo x reader #gojo smut #gojo satoru x reader #satoru gojo x y/n #gojo x you #gojo x y/n

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mydearestbeloved · 9 months ago

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Imagine...

Sung Jinwoo/Trial Player!Reader

CW: Implied Yandere (If you squint), mild grotesque imaginary of killing a magic beast

Inspired by @circeyoru ‘s “Future Power Couple”

This is now officially a series! You can check "Trial Player AU" here: [Masterlist🦋✨️]

You never imagined your life would take such a drastic turn. One moment, you were typing away on your laptop, and the next, you found yourself in a universe where Hunters, dungeons, and magic were the norm.

As a casual fan of the manhwa, you were more than familiar with the storyline and its characters. But this was real, painfully real, and your heart raced in your chest as you tried to make sense of it all.

Isekai'd into the world of Solo Leveling was unexpected, but this?

This was even more bizarre.

___

Isekai stories were meant to be fun. A fresh start in a different world with cool powers and thrilling adventures, right?

[Congratulations!

You have been selected by the System for an exclusive test run.]

The first time you saw that message, you had no idea what it meant. But after receiving a few more cryptic messages and nearly dying in a lower-rank dungeon?

You would be foolish if continue that thought.

You weren’t just dropped into this world—you were the 'Trial Player'. A glitch, a test subject for the system before it latched onto its true player.

It sounded like a game, a brief test before things returned to normal.

Except now you’re stuck.

___

You didn’t want to interfere, to change the storyline you knew too well.

The system gave you powers once you started leveling up.

Since you weren’t a fighter by nature, learning how to defend yourself have been a whole other story. Healing however, had come to you almost too naturally. You were rather fortunate (or is it unfortunate?) in that regard, as you discovered early on that your specialized ability was more… versatile, than it seemed.

Simply put, they were dual-edged.

Healing and harming were two sides of the same coin—just a matter of intent.

You could heal yourself and allies just fine, but with enemies? The same touch that mended could also cause harm.

A giant serpent once learned that the hard way.

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The cold wind brushed against your face as you stared down at the monstrous serpent writhing in its final throes. You hadn’t meant to do it that way—honestly, it was an accident.

You had only wanted to defend yourself, yet in an act of panic, you had somehow amplified the beast's venom glands, forcing it to produce venom at an uncontrollable rate to the point of overloading its own internal organs.

The monster literally drowned in its own deadly concoction.

As the hissing faded, you watched with wide eyes as the giant serpent collapsed, dead. A familiar notification dinged in the corner of your vision.

[Congratulations!

You have successfully defeated a C-Rank Venom Serpent!]

The cheerful tone that rang in your ears was far too enthusiastic for your liking.

[System will now place Blue Venom-Fanged Kasaka in its place.]

You let out a shaky breath, still in shock.

[You have just proven yourself to be quite entertaining,

Trial Player (Name)_

Shall we continue with more interesting challenges?]

What the hell just happened?

___

From the start, you’d made the decision to stay under the radar.

At first, it was overwhelming.

The system's notifications, the power you gained with each step, and the dangerous world you were thrust into were enough to make anyone completely lost their mind.

But, despite the insanity of your new reality, you had to admit you’d adapted rather well.

From that day forward, the system acted more like a mischievous partner than a mere overseer.

In fact, the system had seemed delighted by your attempts to remain discreet, since it was more than willing to help you falsify your ranking, allowing you to masquerade as a mere C-rank. Not that you cared much about rankings, but blending in was important, especially since you knew what was coming. You didn't want to stand out when the real chaos began.

The system had its reasons, no doubt, but you didn’t question it. As long as it kept your secret and allowed you to survive without drawing too much attention, you were content.

With your knowledge of the Solo Leveling storyline—albeit you still need to fill in some gaps in your memory here and there—you avoided changing the narrative too much. However, when it came to the protagonist, you found it difficult to completely stay away.

As a fan, you already knew what hardships awaited him, and as much as you tried not to interfere, your heart ached terribly seeing him suffer through his early days as an E-rank hunter.

Even knowing he’d become the world’s strongest eventually, you still found yourself lessening his burden.

You weren’t trying to change anything significant—just minor things. Healing him faster when he was injured and unconscious after dangerous raids, anonymously covering some of his mother's medical bills, leaving useful items at his doorstep. All of it was done behind the curtain, leaving no trace.

You kept your distance; each act was a silent tribute to a hero you believed deserved better.

Or maybe, it was because you saw something in him that reminded you of your own struggle—your own loneliness in this strange world.

After all, this wasn’t your story. It was his.

___

You vowed not to meddle in the timeline.

That was to say, you had no intention of getting involved in the main storyline.

So, when the time came for him to finally accept the system’s offer and became the player, the trial period for you ended.

The screens pop-ups ceased.

The missions vanished.

The system had gone silent.

You could finally step back, let him take the reins. You could enjoy the world for yourself, live your life in this reality.

Or so you thought.

___

It was supposed to be a quiet day, just like any other.

You found yourself wandering through a familiar street in Seoul, lost in thought.

You weren’t sure what it was that tipped you off—the weight of someone’s gaze on your back, perhaps—but when you turned around, your breath hitched.

Gaze locked in with sharp, glowing blue.

And a familiar chirp in your mind, as smug as ever.

[Fancy meeting you here,

Trial Player (Name)_ ]

Damnit, you sly—!

"‘Trial Player’, huh?"

You clenched your fists and bit your lip as his voice cut through your inner turmoil.

Stormy hues, and ebony locks that looked too fluffy not to touch.

Taller, and his voice deeper than the last time you heard him.

There was no way you could mistake him for someone else.

There was no way you could forget him.

Sung Jinwoo

The system hummed in amusement behind him, oddly pleased with itself.

A screen flickered in your periphery.

[Dear Trial Player, (Name)_

Be careful not to spill your secret to Player Sung Jinwoo,

else you may find the penalty quite costly.]

Playful, yet the warning echoed in your mind.

You had no idea what the system’s penalty might be, and you weren’t eager to find out.

“I’ve been wondering about the mysterious healer who’s been helping me. I guess I have my answer now.”

Calm, that tone of his was way too calm, and it sent a shiver down your spine.

You felt your stomach drop. How much did he know? How long had he suspected—

“Don’t look so surprised,” Jinwoo continued with a chuckle, a small, dangerous tilt playing on his lips, “The system can be… revealing at times.”

The insufferable chirps like giggles in your ear following his statement made it clear—there was no escape now.

Sung Jinwoo knew, or at least, he knew enough.

“I’ll make it easy for you,” Jinwoo said, stepping closer.

You instinctively took a step back.

"Join my party."

You opened your mouth to respond, but the words caught in your throat instead.

“What?"

“I want you to join me,”

Jinwoo repeated with the same exact tone, as if that one sentence was enough for your mind to grasp at—whatever situation this had spiral to be.

Your brain scrambled for an answer. You couldn’t. You shouldn’t. “I prefer staying out of the spotlight,” you muttered, trying to avoid his gaze.

Jinwoo leaned in slightly, his expression unreadable. “Unfortunately for you, I don’t think I’m going to let that happen.”

The system pinged again.

[Player Sung Jinwoo has extended a party invitation.]

“I didn’t agree to—”

The screen popped up again.

[Trial Player cannot refuse this invitation.]

You blinked at the screen, then at him.

Jinwoo kept his eyes on you—glowing in that beautiful, beautiful blue—practically daring you to refuse.

You felt trapped.

___

And that was how you found yourself reluctantly dragged into Sung Jinwoo’s (formerly solo) party.

You were supposed to be a background character at most, but now you were standing beside the future strongest hunter, going on raids, facing dungeon bosses, and… spending far too much time with him outside of said raids.

You don’t know why, but outside of dungeons were even worse. Jinwoo seemed to find excuses to be around you, despite your best efforts to avoid him. Whether it was casual visits to the same cafés you frequented or crossing paths in the market, he always seemed to be there at every turn. It was unsettling how often his gaze lingered on you, as if he was trying to unravel the very essence that made you, you.

Persistent, relentless, and far too observant for your liking. Jinwoo followed you, making sure you never slipped away, sticking close like your own personal shadow.

You might have laughed at the irony, if you were not the center of his attention.

Sung Jinwoo refused to leave you alone.

You weren't sure how he'd managed to pull you into his orbit, but he had, and now you were stuck in the very story you were trying to avoid.

A soft laugh; a rare sound that made your heart skip a beat.

“You’re not getting rid of me that easily, My Healer.”

___

"Oh, what have I gotten myself into..." you muttered under your breath, feeling the weight of the situation crash down on you.

The system chimed in, always and without fail, far too gleeful for your liking.

[What indeed, Trial Player?

What indeed.]

You really, really, want to kick this damned system to space.

End Note:

Finally, I can sleep now...

Every related imagines I post after this WILL NOT follow any particular/chronological order.

#Solo Leveling Imagine #solo leveling #solo leveling x reader #sung jin woo x reader #sung jinwoo x reader #sung jinwoo #solo leveling jinwoo #yandere sung jinwoo #only i level up #x reader #reader insert #fem reader #fanfic #fanfiction #solo leveling fanfic

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vandijkwrites · 2 years ago

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sorry if you've already answered this 700 times, in which case totally feel free to ignore. but how do you lengthen your attention span? is it as simple as watching/reading progressively longer things?

First of, I am by no means an expert, but I'm happy to help as much as I can! There are a lot of great articles, books, and podcasts on the topic if you want any further info.

The most important thing to realize is why are attention spans are getting worse:

Information overload and distractions make it difficult to focus. (Ex. social media and text notification going off while you are doing other tasks)

Intentional multitasking gets your brain used to doing more than one thing at once so it becomes very difficult to make it do only one thing (Ex. having the tv on in the background while doing other tasks)

Consuming a lot of media focused on having minimal downtime and immediate gratification decreases our patience and ability to do slower tasks (Ex. watching a lot of action packed movies and short TikToks)

Getting constant small hits of dopamine from social media decreases our ability to do tasks that don't give us dopamine hits (Ex. getting likes from a post or messages from friends)

The solutions to most of these come down to two things: (1) Do only one thing at a time (2) Limit distractions from that task (3) Reduce immediate gratification

So some example of ways to do that would be:

Read a book without your phone being on hand to distract you.

Watch TV without multitasking.

Reduce time on social media, especially social media focused on short videos.

Spend a day or part of a day without technology.

Spend time with friends without looking at your phone.

Watch slow-form content like unedited lecture or panel videos where people are just speaking at their normal pace without cutting pauses.

Listen to music albums all the way through instead of shuffling and skipping.

Eat meals without multitasking (ie mindful eating)

Make yourself a cup of tea and sit on a park bench or by the window and watch some birds.

People-watch at the coffee shop.

Write long emails or letters to friends and family instead of short texts.

Call and have a conversation with a loved one without multitasking.

Meditate.

Take a walk and enjoy nature.

Don't scroll through your phone while waiting in a line.

Read long posts when you come across them on your dashboard.

Have an ebook on your phone to read whenever you would normally scroll through social media.

Don't go on your phone/online for a certain amount of time before bed.

If you are having trouble doing these things, try to do one tasks but increase the stimuli of that task. For example, read a book while listening to the audiobook at the same time. Or listen to music while watching a lyric video. These are great baby steps!

Another great baby step is (like you said in your question) doing things for progressively longer amounts of time! Set a timer for a certain number of minutes and then read without distraction for that amount of time. That way it won't feel like it is never ending and you can track your progress.

Obviously not all of these will be for everyone and some of these are too hard for people with ADHD or serious attention issues, but they are a good place to start!

I hope that helps 💕

#my text posts #my replies

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nuria-schnee · 10 months ago

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Hi, everyone! ❤️

When I said I might write this, I didn't think I'd be going so insane over it, but here we are. The brainrot is strong, and I'm determined to create as much as I can. I love the series with all my heart, and I love this beautiful fandom, and what happened won't stop us, dammit.

I was so angry and sad yesterday that ideas didn't stop coming, and before I knew I had most of the fic outlined and was already working on the screencaps for it.

Anyway, this is my attempt to write the season we deserved. I wanted to bring a bit of content in this hard time for all of us. I hope it works, even if only for a bit. This is just a preview, but I wanted to share even so.

A bit of information

Publication date of the 1st chapter: September 14th

I'll update every two weeks (hopefully)

Every chapter will be an "episode"

Every Wednesday I'll be sharing a "sneak peek" of the next chapter here on Tumblr, so you don't have to wait so long

Every chapter will have a playlist.

I'll be sharing the screencaps of the chapters as the story goes. No spoilers in them, don't worry.

The work on AO3 is already posted, in case someone wants to subscribe already and get the notification when I post the first chapter. Now, there's only an index with what I'm sharing on Tumblr, and I'll update it regularly.

Don't forget to take care of yourselves ❤️ See you very soon!

Transcriptions of the summary and chapters below the cut!

Summary

Ghosts are going missing all around London. The disappearances lead Edwin and Charles directly to a mysterious entity, known as The Summoner, that is about to make their afterlives very complicated.

Chapters

The Case of the Flashing Light: Months after returning from Port Townsend, the Dead Boy Detectives find themselves overloaded with cases of ghosts disappearing all around London. As they investigate this mystery, someone seems to be trying to catch Edwin's attention through the agency's mirror.

The Case of the White Realm:

The Case of the Explosive Garden: Things are tense in the agency after the last case, but none of them wants to address it. They are too busy for that. The cases of missing ghosts are piling up on their desk and the Summoner is still out there, hidden in the shadows of the city, causing trouble. The boys manage to track him down and end up in an enchanted mansion, where nothing is what it seems.

The Case of the Ghostly Masquerade

The Case of the Blurred Painting

The Case of the 80s Deathday Party

The Case of the Star-Crossed Lovers

The Case of the Dark Void

#dead boy detectives #paineland #payneland #edwin payne #charles rowland #edwin x charles

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nohoney · 1 year ago

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hbd to the explosion king! takes place in this universe and yes, im deadnaming twitter

dynamight is trending again on social media—this time in celebration for his birthday.

there’s thousands if not millions of birthday wishes being sent his way through all his platforms. comments, posts, tags; any and all forms of interaction in the online world that would overload a normal person’s notifications. deku posts and tags a childhood photo of the both them from his account. uravity also posts the clip from their time in the sports tournament when she was selected to fight him, her caption joking that she still toughed it out against him but was lucky also to fight someone so strong too. continuing on with the throwback theme, red riot posts a photo of when they graduated UA along with a very manly caption in celebration of his birthday.

there’s an overflow of birthday wishes for the explosion hero.

his profile was as quiet as ever. the last post made was of his newborn’s hand clutching his finger that was captioned with a blue heart. that post was uploaded almost nine months ago. that is until his birthday comes along and one interaction from him gets everyone in a tizzy again.

dynamight doesn’t address his birthday, at least not formally.

from his twitter, he retweets a single post from you that tagged him. the post—

“happy birthday to my number one hero @ dynamight!! let’s fuck around and make another baby 🤪”

his reply to the tweet: “yes ma’am.”

#bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader #bnha x reader

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ramp-it-up · 3 months ago

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Ties That Bind

Peach VII | Show Off

Summary: Steve and Peach have thier first fight as newlyweds.

Pairing: Art Dealer (Mob Boss) Steve Rogers x Dancer!Reader (Peach)

A/N: Not sure If I am correct about any element of shibari, but I tried. Really nervous. This fic is a Peach Fic and is connected to the Bucky Barnes Knock You Down AU, and comes after the events in Peach VII. Interaction is life! Let me know if you like it by commenting and reblogging.

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. SMUT. Read at your own risk. Subari (I tried ) Peach Peaching, Steve is angry and scared, first fight. Allusions to violence, talk of pregnancy, mistaken identity, veiled threats. Trust is a major theme. Rope play, dominance, submission, oral, (f and m receiving), nipple play, spit play, ass play, reference to anal, rough, raw p in v, sensory overload, breeding kink, 'lil bit of knife play, aftercare.

I don't have a taglist. Please follow @rampitupandread and turn on notifications to learn when I post! 😘

I Do NOT Consent to my work being reposted, translated or presented on any other blog or site other than by myself.

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You woke up before dawn, Steve’s arm draped over your waist and pulling you to him, his warmth wrapping around you and forming a secure cocoon.

You smiled as you gazed at his sleeping face, lightly brushing back the dark blond hair that had fallen over his face.

You were still tripping over the fact that you were Mrs. Steve Rogers.

He made you very happy.

These past few weeks were a wonderful whirlwind of love and affection. Steve was consistently attentive to you and gave you anything you wanted.

And he was square with you about the realities of his life.

He, Bucky, Nat and Sam had made a lot of money, not only for themselves, but for the people they’d done business with. And some people were angry that it was over.

You heard that, but you didn’t listen.

And you’d left lots of loose ends in Atlanta.

There was Peach Preserves, your dance studio, and your students to think about. This was the preparation week for classes to begin again after the holidays, and you weren’t there to do your work.

Dance was your first love, and you didn’t want to give that up. Steve didn’t want you to either, he just wanted you to hire help and work out a schedule where you could have time together as a couple.

And then there was the question of where you would live, Atlanta or New York.

You were antsy to get back to Atlanta, but Steve wanted you to wait a couple of days longer to go down.

He’d distracted you the night before with some stunning cunnilingus, and a thorough rough fucking that you could still feel as you shifted in the bed.

You bit your lip and smiled wider.

Being Mrs. Rogers had its benefits: Steve’s thick, stiff cock was top three. And it was always ready for you. That helped because you always wanted it. But he couldn’t distract you with that for long.

You were bound and determined that you were grown and that you could handle going to Atlanta by yourself. After all, it had been your city for almost 10 years before he came along.

It would be fine. And today was the day.

Before you escaped the bed, you let yourself revel in the warmth of Steve’s arms, daydreaming about letting him wake up, pull you close, press a kiss to your shoulder, and convince you, yet again, that waiting a little longer wouldn’t hurt.

It would be easy to just go with his flow. But you were you. You loved doing things the hard way.

You slipped from under his arm, moving slowly and carefully, barely breathing. Steve stirred but didn't wake.

Breathing a small sigh of relief, you dressed quickly. Your bag was already packed, tucked behind the closet door. You grabbed it, hesitating for only a second before leaving a note on the nightstand.

I’ll call you when I land. Love you.-- Your Peach

The rideshare to the airport was quiet, but your thoughts weren’t. You knew Steve would be upset when he woke up.

----

Steve reached out, fingers brushing the cool sheets where you should have been. His chest tightened before he even opened his eyes. He knew something was off.

He swung his legs over the edge of the bed and sat, scanning the room. Maybe you were making breakfast, or in the dance studio, but before he could go see if you were there, his eyes settled on the nightstand, and there it was.

A small piece of folded paper.

His heart thudded as he picked it up, unfolding it with fingers that suddenly felt too stiff as he read it.

Steve exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. Atlanta. You went. Even after everything you talked about, after he told you to wait, after he swore he’d go with you.

A slow burn of frustration and worry curled in his stomach. That feeling was rare before he met you. But then again, all feelings were rare before he met you.

Steve shook his head.

You thought you’d be fine. Of course, you did. That was just who you were, stubborn, independent. And that was why he loved you. But you didn’t know the danger, not like he did.

His jaw clenched as he reached for his phone. His fingers flew over his phone’s keyboard, and he took deep breaths to calm down. Then he went to his closet.

He needed to get to Atlanta.

-----

The second your plane landed in Atlanta, and you turned off airplane mode, your phone buzzed.

You really think you can just run off like that?

The message was from hours ago, when you were in the air. You exhaled slowly, gripping your phone as you replied.

I had to.

Almost immediately, three dots appeared. Stopped. And then appeared again.

You should’ve waited for me, Peach.

You closed your eyes. You could hear his voice in the words, low and growly. You loved him, but you weren’t quite willing to give up all of your spirit and independence.

The studio needs me.

A full minute passed. You didn’t move, despite others around you getting ready to deboard the plane.

I know that. But I need you to trust me. I need to be able to trust you. I need you to be with me, present in this marriage. Need you to be safe.

Shit, Peach, I just need you.

Your stomach was in knots. You didn’t have an answer to that. So you just said the only thing you could.

I love you.

The dots again

Love you, too. But this discussion isn’t over.

Your heart started beating fast because you knew that he was coming for you. You knew he would never, ever hurt you, but you were filled with anxiety for what was going to happen when you saw him again.

You locked your phone and got ready to walk off the plane, your heart pounding.

—--

The sun was setting by the time you pulled up to your townhouse, exhaustion weighing heavy in your bones. The day was long, checking in on your students, arranging for instructors and making sure the studio could run with you there day to day for a while.

You should have felt relieved.

Instead, all you felt was restless. You missed your husband. Steve hadn’t texted again since you landed this morning.

You stepped onto the porch of your place, fishing your keys from your bag, when the hairs on the back of your neck rose.

That familiar tingle was there, the extra sense that alerted you to danger back when late nights at Regine meant dealing with more than just drunk men and bad tips.

Someone was watching you.

“Well, well, well.”

You froze, fingers tightening around your keys. You knew that voice.

You turned around slowly to find Sully leaning against his car at the curb, arms crossed and a smirk twisting his mouth.

He looked the same as he did the last time you saw him, right before Steve forced him out of Regine. But there was something different in his eyes now.

Your stomach flipped, but you kept your face neutral.

“Sully.”

He pushed off the car, walking toward you with slow, deliberate steps.

“Heard you and Grant, or should I say Steve, took a little honeymoon.”

His eyes dropped to your stomach, then back up to your face.

“Didn’t take long for him to knock you up, huh?”

You didn't flinch or react at all, although you were confused.

“Now that you know who he is, you can probably guess that Steve wouldn’t take kindly to people showing up at his wife’s place uninvited.”

You hoped that Steve was really coming.

Sully laughed, a hollow sound.

“Is that so?”

He tilted his head, watching you like he was trying to figure out how much of a fight you’d put up. He should’ve known from seeing you scrap a couple of times at the club.

“See, I think Steve’s real good at running his mouth. All talk and no action. He let you come back here. Alone.”

You wanted to laugh out loud. Let this asshole fuck around and find out with Steve Rogers.

“What do you want, Sully?”

You kept your voice calm and controlled.

His smile faded.

“I want what I’m owed.”

You rolled your eyes.

“What are you even talking about, Sully?”

He stepped closer to you, and you didn't back away.

“You and that attitude, Peach. ‘S gonna get you hurt one day. I think you know exactly what I’m talking about. Your husband put me out on my ass, and now, I’m gonna return the favor.”

His lips curled as his eyes swept down your body again.

“And since you’re carrying the next little Rogers/Barnes/Romanoff/Wilson prince or whatever, that makes you real valuable.”

Your blood ran cold. That’s what this was. Sully thought you were pregnant. He had you confused with your cousin. He thought you were pregnant and that was why you and Steve eloped.

Idiot.

You weren’t about to set him straight and put your family in danger. Your fingers tightened around your phone, and you forced yourself to breathe evenly.

“Sully, you’re making a mistake. Whatever you think you’re doing? It’s not worth what Steve will do to you.”

He stared at you menacingly for a long moment, like he was waiting for you to break. But he was going to have to wait a long time for that. You held his gaze.

Steadily.

Then, slowly, he smirked.

“We’ll see about that.”

He turned and walked back to his car. You didn’t move until the taillights disappeared down the street. Then, with shaking hands, you pulled out your phone and typed.

Sully was here.

The read receipt popped up immediately. Steve always had them on for you.

Stay inside. Lock the doors. I’m almost there.

—-

The traffic around him inched forward at a crawl, horns blaring. Steve swore under his breath, his pulse hammering. He needed to move. Needed to get to you. But he was trapped, locked in place.

You were okay, you’d just texted him, but he was beyond frustrated. He slammed his palm against the steering wheel, frustration boiling over. Every second wasted in this damn traffic was another second Sully could come back.

His mind raced through every possibility. He should’ve been there. Should’ve made you wait.

He should have tied you to the bed.

A gap opened up in traffic. Steve hit the gas, weaving between cars, eyes locked on the road ahead. He was coming. And if Sully was still anywhere near you…

-----

Ten minutes later, the knock at the door was heavy and deliberate. You don’t even have to check, you knew it was your husband.

Still, you hesitated, but not really out of fear. It was more like anticipation. You exhaled, steadying yourself, and unlocked the door.

Steve was standing there, his broad shoulders tight, and his jaw set like he’d been grinding his teeth the entire time you’d been apart. There was a backpack slung over one arm and his eyes flicked over you, scanning, searching to make sure you were okay.

The second he saw that you were fine, something else surfaced in his gaze.

----

The door opened and relief hit him first, because you were there, standing right in front of him, whole and unharmed. But the relief crashed straight into the anger, the frustration, and the fear that had been eating at him the whole morning.

He was still struggling under the weight of every worst-case scenario still running through his brain.

Still, despite everything, when Steve’s eyes locked onto yours, he couldn’t deny that he was a simp because all he wanted to do was to take you in his arms. But something had to change.

Because at the end of the day, you’re his.

You were standing in front of him, looking at him like you knew exactly what he was feeling. And that was the only thing keeping him from going nuclear.

----

You knew Steve was angry.

And it made you weak, wanting to supplicate for him and beg for forgiveness around his cock. But of course you resisted that urge and chucked your chin higher.

Steve never felt so angry and so grateful at the same time. But then he saw the glint in your eye and shook his head, almost wanting to laugh.

This is what it was going to be like married to someone as stubborn as he was.

He stepped inside without a word, closing the door behind him. The space between you crackled like a live wire.

“Tell me what the fuck happened.”

You crossed your arms and cocked your hip meeting his stare head-on. Steve was angry and hard, ready to fuck you into submission.

But first he needed answers. You told him what happened, including the most important part.

“Sully thinks I’m pregnant.”

Steve’s entire body went rigid. His hands clenched into fists at his sides, and for a second, he didn't say anything.

Sully was threatening his family?

For half a second, the blood rushed in his ears as the adrenaline flooded his senses, and he had the urge to tear something apart. He had to consciously slow his breathing to keep from running out of the door after Sully.

“He what?”

“He thinks that’s why we eloped,” you said, keeping your voice steady.

Steve turned away for a second, dragging a hand down his face like he was trying to keep himself from exploding. It didn’t work.

“He came here,” he turned back to you, eyes flashing, voice barely controlled.

“Because he thought you were carrying my kid?”

You nodded.

He stared at you before stepping closer. You were looking up at him, breathing his air, looking into those l blue eyes, with everything on you that could get erect standing at attention. This was going to be your first fight.

And what a fight it was.

“And you didn’t think to tell me the second it happened?”

“I did–”

“Not after, Peach," he interrupted.

“Not when he was already gone. When he was here. When you were standing face-to-face with the sonofabitch who threatened what was mine?”

“Steve, I handled it.”

“Oh. You handled it.”

His hands raised to the sky and then raked through his hair, wild with frustration.

“You think telling a man like Sully to fuck off is handling it?”

“I think if I’d called you while he was still here, you’d be dealing with a murder charge right now,” you snapped back.

Steve stared you down and you didn’t break eye contact. Neither did he. The air between you was thick, buzzing, and charged with frustration. You longed to put your arms around his neck and turn back time to the chalet.

But the honeymoon was over.

Finally Steve took a slow breath.

“Sully needs to understand that he doesn’t threaten my family. Or his threat needs to be eliminated.”

Steve pulled out his phone without another word, already dialing. He paced the living room as it rang, muscles still wound tight. You watched him, fighting the urge to touch him.

His eyes were on you the entire time.

“You should’ve waited for me,” he said suddenly, voice quieter, but still railing, his anger simmering all over him.

You exhaled, leaning against the table.

“I know.”

He shook his head, not looking at you. His free hand gripped the back of his neck like he was trying to keep himself grounded. The call connected.

“Buck,” he said, his voice deadly calm.

“We’ve got a problem.”

—--

Steve hung up the call with Bucky, his grip on the phone so tight you half expected it to snap in his hand. His jaw was clenched, his breathing measured, like he was barely keeping himself in check.

“What did he say?” you asked carefully.

“He’s on his way to get her now. Said he’d call me once they’re somewhere safe.”

Steve finally looked at you, and the intensity in his eyes made your stomach flip.

“I should’ve been here.”

You crossed your arms, lifting your chin.

“And what? Sully shows up, you do whatever mafia thing you do, or worse, he does something to you and now we’ve got a problem and if you get killed or go to jail now, Steve Rogers, I will murder you.”

Steve moved closer to you, the space between you shrinking.

“The problem is that you were alone. I wasn’t here to protect you. That is my one job in this life.”

You cocked your head and smiled at him, your heart wrenching.

“Baby. That is not your one job in life. You do lots of good work in the art world, with Rebirth…I can take care of myself, Steve.”

His jaw ticked.

“That’s not the point.”

“What is the point, then?” You held your ground. “Because as far as I can tell, I handled it.”

Suddenly, Steve moved, and although you expected him to come for you, he stepped past you, toward the door, his voice low and sharp.

“I’m going to find him.”

Your reaction was immediate.

“Steve, don’t!”

He stopped at the door, his hand on the knob, thinking about tracking Sully down, and putting an end to this permanently.

“He came to this house. He threatened you. That is never going to happen again, Peach.

Steve's anger was controlled. Focused.

You stepped closer, and he could sense your strength, the kind of strength that always had the power to stop him in his tracks.

“Steve, I get it. I do. But you just got out of the life. You wanted out.”

He turned his head slightly, jaw tight.

“I did. Because of you.”

The weight of that settled between you.

Steve could feel the pull, the fine line between who he was now and who he used to be. The life he swore he left behind was still there, still waiting for him to step back into it.

“Steve, Sully wants you to go back to that. You gonna let him win?”

Your fingers curled lightly around his wrist, grounding him, but he didn’t move for a moment. Then, his fingers relaxed on the doorknob. The storm inside him didn’t disappear; it shifted.

His priorities realigned. He chose you over his rage. Always.

You two needed to work this out. Immediately.

You let out a breath, but you both knew this wasn’t over. He took your hand, rubbing his thumb over your skin, watching the way your eyes flickered with wariness.

“Come with me. I’ve got something to show you.”

—-

Steve led you to the bedroom with slow, deliberate steps, picking up his backpack along the way. His grip on your hand was firm, to keep you close.

When the door shut behind you, he turned, those clear blue eyes searching yours, a mixture of anger and something deeper. You were so damn nervous.

Who was this man before you with this dangerous look on his face that was pointed at you?

“You don’t listen, Peach." Steve was willing you to understand. “You think you have to handle everything alone.”

You lifted your chin, defiant as ever.

“I can handle myself.”

Steve let out a slow breath, a smile tugging at the corner of hisn mouth. He stepped closer, his thumb brushing your lips.

“I know very well that you can,” he admitted. “But, baby, you don’t have to. Not with me.”

Your breath caught, as his hand slid to your neck, fingers threading through to your nape as he tilted your head back, forcing you to hold his gaze.

“I love you,” he said, and it made your stomach flutter. “And I won’t ever stand by while you put yourself at risk.”

The look in his eyes was molten blue.

“If Sully hadn’t left,” Steve continued, his voice rough with emotion, “if he’d put his hands on you… what would you have done?”

You swallowed hard.

“I would’ve taken care of it,” you whispered.

Steve hummed, like he wasn’t quite convinced.

“You’re not invincible, Peach,” his voice was softer now. “And you don’t get to decide when I protect what’s mine.”

The way he said 'mine' sent heat curling low in your stomach and moisture pooling between your thighs. His lips brushed your forehead, lingering there, and your chest tightened at the sheer devotion in the act.

Then he turned, reaching for the bag. When he faced you again, a length of smooth, ivory rope was coiled in his hands. Your stomach flipped and your heart started racing.

“Do you think you can just do whatever you want?”

You held your breath as he uncoiled the rope, and you watched his fingers working it with practiced ease.

“Steve,” you whispered. “I’m sorry. Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?”

His jaw flexed. His fingers paused on the rope. And then, slowly, he lifted his eyes to yours.

“Yes, I want you to trust me.”

You blinked up at him.

“I do trust you.”

Steve almost believed you as he looked down into your beautiful eyes. But then he shook his head.

“You didn’t this morning,” he said quietly. “You left without telling me. I need you to prove that you trust me to take care of you.”

“What do you mean?”

Steve stepped closer, jaw set.

“You’re scaring me,” you admitted, voice barely above a whisper.

You searched his face for meaning and he gave you nothing. Butterflies rioted in your stomach as he moved behind you and his lips touched the edge of your ear.

“Good. You’ll cum harder that way.”

You gasped as your cunt clenched. You couldn’t have heard him correctly.

“I’ll what?”

“I need to remind you what it feels like to let someone else be in control.”

He slid his hand up your arm and turned your head so you could look at him.

“You gonna let me?”

It wasn’t really a question. But he waited for your answer anyway, his gaze steady.

Slowly, you nodded. Steve smiled.

“Good girl.”

You had visions of him inside you right at that very moment, but he interrupted your thoughts.

"Take off your clothes."

The command was quiet, but it left no room for defiance. You complied, the air cool against your skin as you got naked for him, excitement building inside you from the way he watched you.

“You put yourself in danger,” Steve continued, his voice thick with emotion. “And you expect me to just let that slide?”

His stepped behind you and his hands moved over your arms, holding you close against his rock hard body.

“You are my world, Peach.”

He whispered it into your ear and you shuddered.

“Steve…”

“You were reckless with your safety,” he interrupted as his fingers worked the first knot, wrapping the rope around your wrists, securing them just enough for you to feel it, but not to hurt.

Steve worked quickly but precisely, bathing you in tenderness, preparing each area with soft kisses before his ropes made the next pass.

He bound your wrists behind your back, the smooth fibers digging in just enough to make you feel helpless under his control. He moved swiftly, looping the rope around your torso, cinching it tight across your chest, down your waist, framing your curves in a way that made you lose your breath.

You were surprised at how much this turned you on.

“What is this, Steve?” you breathed.

He leaned in, brushing his lips over your temple.

“I'm teaching you how to let go, my love.”

His hands continued their work as he held your gaze, and strangely as he tied your body together, it didn’t feel like a punishment.

It felt like a lesson in trust. And surrender.

Steve stepped back, taking in the sight of you. His eyes darkened with awe.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, almost to himself.

Your cheeks burned. Your heart pounded. You never felt more vulnerable. Or more seen.

Loved.

He reached out, tilting your chin up with gentle fingers.

“You know I’d never hurt you, right?”

You swallowed hard and nodded and his thumb brushed over your lips.

“Good. Now relax, Baby. I’ve got you.”

You exhaled shakily, easing into the bindings. You felt better now. Safer, somehow.

Steve watched you, his gaze lingering on the way your body softened. His hands slid over the rope, testing its hold and making sure it wasn’t too tight on your satiny skin.

“Kneel for me, Peach.”

The deep baritone of his voice made your pussy clench, but you obeyed, sinking gracefully to the floor. Your breath caught as your knees hit the soft carpet, the vulnerability of the position sinking in.

“Look at me,” he said softly.

You did, and the sheer adoration in his expression made your chest tighten. His fingers skimmed over your bound body, teasing you, sending shivers racing across your body.

“Remember Peach, I’m doing this because I need you to know that you don’t always have to be the strong one.”

His hands moved over your back, tracing the rope, grounding you.

“You’re gonna feel everything I do, and you’re not gonna fight it.”

His eyes locked onto yours and you held his stare.

"...Okay"

Steve chuckled at your spirit. He loved the fuck out of you, but you needed this lesson.

“Good girl.”

Your eyes closed at the praise and he stepped back, his fingers once again skimming over your restrained skin.

“You’re trembling,” he observed, voice tinged with amusement. “Are you nervous?”

You swallowed. “A little.”

“Don’t be.”

He down beside you and leaned in, pressing a lingering kiss to your shoulder, then to the curve of your jaw.

“Steve…,” you whimpered.

“You trust me, right?”

His lips were against yours now.

You exhaled a shaky, “Yes" into his mouth.

“Then let me take care of you.”

He pulled away and his eyes held yours for a long beat, making sure you understood. His hands moved around your rope-bound ass grazing the ropes framing your thighs, the ones holding your pussy lips apart.

You gasped as his fingers brushed against your aching heat.

“You're dripping for me already, Peach. Do you like being tied up?”

You were delirious with anticipation. But you didn’t know how to feel.

“No!.. Yes… I don’t know.”

He got down on his knees behind you as you tested the binds instinctively, your wrists straining just enough to remind you of your helplessness. The pressure was intoxicatingly restrictive and unrelenting.

You didn’t know that you craved this.

A warm hand slid over your stomach, fingers grazing the rope cinched tight around your waist. He pressed in, letting you feel the heat of his palm against your skin and the graze of his fingertips against your clit. Not to mention his hard cock pressed into your spine.

You bit back a moan as he continued, his touch slow and purposeful. Steve’s hand slid to your throat, his grip firm, but not choking.

"You are my wife," he said, enunciating each word with quiet intensity. I am responsible for your safety… and when you forget that?"

His grip tightened for a fraction of a second before releasing and trailing down your neck.

"I will remind you."

He murmured against your ear, his breath making you wetter. His other hand gripped your chin, forcing you to tilt your head back, exposing your throat to him.

"Do you love me?" he asked.

"Yes," you whispered, the answer spilling from your lips without hesitation.

"Why?"

You’d been broken down to the raw truth.

“I don’t know. So many reasons.”

You were trying to collect your thoughts which were scattered like leaves in the wind.

"I see you in everything," you whispered.

"In every work of art, in every song that I dance to. I feel you in places I didn’t even know existed."

Steve’s smile was angelic.

"Do you remember when I first saw you?"

His teeth scraped the sensitive skin just beneath your jaw, a nip that made you suck in a breath and shudder. His lips curved into a wicked smirk against your skin.

You exhaled as your pulse quickened. You couldn’t move. Couldn’t escape the press of his body behind you and the overwhelming heat of him surrounding you just like the ropes.

"On stage at Regine’s?" you guessed, breath hitching.

"No," he said, voice rich with memory.

"You were walking into the club, lost in your own world, bopping along to your music, completely unaware of me. You were gorgeous. Sexy. Free."

His hands traced the rope securing your thighs apart, squeezing just enough to make you whimper.

"I had to know who you were. I had to get you to notice me. And when you did?"

He exhaled, like the memory itself was intoxicating.

"I felt like the luckiest man on earth, Peach."

Your body sagged into his, relaxing even more, drawn in by the absolute possession in his voice.

"I can’t tell you how many times I’ve envisioned you like this," he murmured.

"What?" Your voice was barely a breath. "Bound and helpless?"

Steve chuckled, the sound rich and sinful.

"Sweetheart, you are far from helpless."

You closed your eyes as his fingers traced slow circles over your inner thighs, where the rope dug into your skin.

"And you shouldn't be in any pain."

His lips brushed your ear, his voice dipping lower, a promise wrapped in silk and steel.

"I think you're going to enjoy the hell out of this."

He guided you down, so that your cheek was on the carpet, eyes searching for his as he ran his hands over you again. The ropes made every sensation more intense, and you couldn't help the sounds coming from your mouth.

You felt his breath on your ass before you felt his tongue strike out to lick a stripe up the center of you as your body arched. You needed more.

A finger worked inside you, then two, scissoring and curling with a sinful knowledge of your body. Steve worked you over with his hand as his mouth played with your emotions. You were so close to release because every thought was centered in that direction.

But then his fingers withdrew and his warm mouth left your pussy.

You moaned in protest as he pulled you up by the ropes and moved in front of you, unzipping his pants.

Every sense was magnified and the sound of his zipper sent waves of your slick sliding down your thighs and blood racing to your nipples. You were oh so hard and wet.

His hard cock was ready and silky smooth, rolling over your lips as his musky scent surrounded you. It only made you want him more as you opened your mouth wider to taste him on your tongue.

Steve hissed, groaning as you took him deep in your throat.

"So good, Peach..."

He rocked into your throat, careful to let you breath as you concentrated to focus on this one thing. You were moaning around him, the pleasure that you were giving him close to getting you off as well.

He stopped pulled off the rest of his clothes, depriving himself at that moment. Again, he lifted you by the ropes onto the bed and handled your ass again, spread open by his handiwork.

"Remember when you trusted me to fuck you here?"

Steve spit on your asshole and rubbed his finger there as you writhed in your binds.

"Ughhhhh! Steveeeee."

You could barely form coherent thoughts as you shook beneath him.

Steve rubbed himself up and down the split of you repeatedly while you kept moaning his name. You were both very nearly insane as he let his cock rest at your entrance, pounding on your door to get in.

His fingers grabbed the ropes on your thighs, pulling you sharply onto his cock. And you screamed, cumming almost immediately with his first stroke.

"Holy fuck, Peach!"

Steve felt you coming apart around him while held together by the rope and he threw his head back as he set a beautiful pace in and out of you. The sound of skin smacking soundly onto skin lent depth to the pornographic sound of your screams and his groans.

And the ropes on your skin lent an extra dimension of sensation. You were intoxicated with feeling, bound up but feeling so free.

“So tell me, Peach…”

Steve bent over you and his fingers found your nipples and pinched, rolling them hard. It was so much that you nearly came again right then then and there. The next words sent you further into the brink.

“What happens if you get pregnant?”

Steve rolled his hips over and over again into your pulsing, clenching cunt.

"Oh, Steve.. fuck..."

“Who is going to protect you and my child from the likes of scum like–”

“Don’t, fuck, Steve, don’t say his name…”

It would ruin your high, thinking of Sully at the moment.

“Say it, Peach. Who is supposed to do that, Peach? Who’s gonna protect my family?”

Steve said it through clenched teeth, but you knew he wasn't just angry. He was scared.

“Answer me, Peach!”

“You would, I know you would, Steve?”

“Are you sure? You gonna let me? Gonna let me knock you up? You gonna trust me to take care of you?”

His pace was frantic, the vision of you pregnant and safe in his arms propelling him forward into the abyss.

Tears stung your eyes at the thought that he doubted you.

And they fell when you realized that you’d given him reason to.

“I do, I trust you Steve. I promise. I’ll let you take care of us. I swear.”

Steve slammed into you harder, holding you tight with each thrust.

“Is that what you want? Do you really want me to do that?”

You just wanted to soothe the hurt.

“I’m sorry, Steve,” you sobbed.

“I want you. I trust you. I need you. I’m sorry!”

Steve’s thumb found your clit and rubbed your sparking bundle of nerves relentlessly, causing you to strain against the ropes again.

“Oh, Steveeee!”

You shattered into a thousand pieces, only to be held together by the rope Steve wove around you. He pulled out and stoked his cock over you, painting the exposed pieces of you with his cum.

You shook as each hot drop hit your skin, aftershocks rocking you as you found his lust blown eyes.

“F-fffuuuckkkkk!”

Steve was profane as he came all over you, lost to the feeling of your release and his. He reached in his bag again and brought out a knife and started cutting you out of your bindings, kissing and massaging each place on your legs that he cut free.

He licked his cum off of you, paying special attention to your cunt, swiping you with his wide, flat tongue as he soothed your skin with his hands.

When you came again, he moved on, cleaning you up and cutting you loose carefully and tenderly. The disparate sensations of his tongue on your skin, his hands massaging you, and the cold steel of the knife set you alight one more time, and as he sucked his spend off your nipples, you came again, untouched.

It was a perfect, tiny aftershock of pleasure.

—-

You opened your eyes to the harsher light of your bathroom, as Steve was lifting you with him into your garden tub filled with hot water. He cradled you in his embrace.

His hands, the same ones that had restrained you so firmly, now moved with infinite gentleness over your skin in the water, watching you closely for discomfort.

"You okay?"

His voice was low, quiet, and filled with genuine concern. You nodded, your limbs heavy, your body still floating somewhere between exhaustion and satisfaction.

But Steve wasn’t satisfied with a nod. He tilted your face toward him, meeting your sleepy gaze, searching for any sign of discomfort.

"Talk to me, sweetheart," he intoned, thumb stroking over your cheek. "I need to know you're alright."

A small, tired smile tugged at your lips.

"I’m perfect," you whispered, and it was the truth.

The intensity of it all, the way he had pushed you, claimed you, and him caring for you made you realize how safe he made you feel.

And that was the point.

Steve exhaled, as if he’d been holding his breath, then pulled you closer, wrapping you in his embrace. The contrast was stark, from restraint to absolute freedom, from domination to protection.

You melted into him, feeling the steady, soothing rhythm of his heartbeat. Suddenly, a bottle of water was produced from the side of the tub and you wondered how long you were out after you came.

“Drink. Let me take care of you," he whispered, pressing a kiss to your temple.

His hands never left you, fingers brushing over you in quiet reassurance as you drank.

"You did so well," he bragged, his voice laced with admiration and pride. "I’m so proud of you.”

You got emotional. You drank half the bottle and put it down, turning in the bath to put your arms around his neck and resting your head on his chest, seeking the comforting rhythm of his heartbeat.

"Stay," you asked, as if it were even a question.

Steve lifted your chin and looked into your eyes.

"Always," he promised.

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