#steve's story

[friendly-neighborhood-peter]

Can’t stop thinking about how in the midst of like a life or death situation Will just started singing lines of Neverending Story instead of just SAYING HER NAME

[onsunnyside]

φ⌎ 𝟏. 𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐀𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐚

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 | dark alpha!fratboy!Steve Rogers x omega sorority!reader (dark A/B/O college AU)

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | DARK themes/elements, A/B/O dynamics, 6’6” Steve, mean!Steve, manipulation, (little bit of) soft!DARK, misogyny (within A/B/O designations), assault, sexual tension, scenting, SMUT - minors DNI, non-con to dub-con, coercion, fingering (f), dirty talk, daddy kink, size difference, degradation, dumbification, choking, spitting, p*ssy slapping, squirting, grinding (dry humping, bulge riding), spanking, (a hint of) dacryphilia (but not really, he does lick tears though), humiliation, major power imbalance, possessive behaviour

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 | It’s hell week at Howard College and Arcadia Phi has traded their pledges for the fresh faces of Kappa Phi, and you’re one of them. Based off this ask.

𝗪/𝗖 | 9.88K

𝗔/𝗡 | here we go ! and because this is me, the frat is full of familiar characters. I made up the frat/sorority names, steve gives me bully vibes (a bully to other people) but it’s just him acting all high and mighty bc he’s an alpha. pls don’t ask me about frat/sorority chapters, i’m making things up/changing things in this fic. all mistakes are my own. this is a dark fic, the warnings have been given—if you don’t like it, don’t read.

˗ˏˋ𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧'𝐬 𝐋𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐜𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭ˎˊ˗ ⋰˚ 𝐂.𝐄. & 𝐂𝐨. 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

A loud banging on the door makes you jump before you blindly scramble for your clothes. Squinting is useless in the darkness, but you make out the vague shadow looming from under the door as an unmistakable musk follows. It’s woody and smokey, and has been burnt into your brain the moment you walked into the frat house.

“What’s taking so long, legacy! Those floorboards aren’t going to scrub themselves.” A deep voice booms, followed by another round of knocks as the doorknob rattles. “You better come out before we come in.”

“Let her hide, Bucky.” Someone else laughs, “We’ll see how long until Steve breaks the door down.”

You swing open the door, “I wasn’t hiding.” You correct in irritation, holding your clothes to your chest.

“Awfully suspicious amount of time in there then. You know, some girls just got changed out in the open.” Another man quips, his cardigan hanging over his shoulders, “Why couldn’t you do the same, sweetheart? Are you shy?”

“Bryce, shut up.” The blond on your right speaks up, no longer a silent observer.

You meet those clear blue eyes that have been drawn to you like a moth to a flame. Almost subconsciously, you take a step backwards to put some distance between the two of you.

Steve is leaning on the wall, his thick arms crossed over his defined chest, the seams of his t-shirt nearly burst as he flexes. “Why did you take so long?”

You uncomfortably shift as dozens of leers fall on you, searing straight through the skimpy maid costume. “The lightbulb went out and I couldn’t see.” You tug on the back of the dress, hoping to save at least an ounce of your dignity.

The alpha stares at you a minute longer, analyzing your features before snapping his fingers. “One of you get on the counter and change the light.”

A girl your age surges forward, a bright and suave smile on her face as she passes the frat brothers. You keep your head up and slip out of the dark bathroom.

A warmth ghosts your arm, a slow Brooklyn drawl following suit, “Better get with the others, legacy.”

After tucking away your clothes, you sink back into the small crowd of girls, each of you is clad in your costumes. Varying in colour combinations, but all in the same style, right down to the little lace apron around your waists.

The volunteer from earlier returns, a skip in her step as she takes position front and centre, she’s one of the few girls completely comfortable in these circumstances.

Steve walks forward, exchanging a few words with a brunet alpha. You scan over his body, begrudgingly admiring the way his shirt clings to his biceps, well-built chest and tapering to his thin waist. Finally, you reach his long legs and thick thighs outlined by his dark jeans, but before your eyes can go rogue, you feel a nudge.

Wanda is smiling cheekily. “The pictures didn’t do him justice, right?”

You briefly recall the various photos plastered on the school’s website and social media—Steve Rogers, one of the most prominent figures at Howard College. Most known for being the captain of the football team and the vice president of his fraternity, which itself was exclusively for male alphas, leading to a rowdy bunch of men with egos the size of the moon.

You turn to Wanda and lie, “I don’t remember them.”

The beta looks unconvinced, as expected. Ever since you met her last year, she’s been able to read you like an open book, those inquisitive green eyes peeking through your brain to read the thoughts you haven’t organized yourself. Although, you’ve grown used to her poking and prodding, in an endearing way.

Glancing around at the other pledges, they’re all wearing the same hazy expression, utterly taken by the gods of campus a few feet away.

“You seem a little affected despite not remembering…” She trails off, wiggling her nose.

Your eyes widen and your arms wrap around you. “Really!”

“No, but now I know you were lying.” She replies smugly, flipping her long auburn hair over her shoulder. “As if I could pick you out amongst these ones.”

You deflate, thankful your body hadn’t proven that stereotype right—that omegas are sensual fiends and just easy toys—yet another conception that has haunted you for your whole life.

A loud clap echoes through the room, and everyone’s attention snaps to Steve. He’s taller and bigger than his frat brothers, naturally domineering every other person in the room as he slowly paces. “Welcome to Arcadia Phi, ladies, it’s a good thing you’re all easy on the eyes.” He pauses in front of one girl, frowning, “Almost all of you.”

The eruption of laughter makes you cower backwards, your chest aching for the poor girl. Steve was living up to his reputation as clear as day—the vain, cruelly praised star who couldn’t do any wrong, but on the off chance he did, no one would care. His high and mighty designation and status blind any accountability. You’ve only heard a handful of rumours where people disagreed with him, and only a few actually spoke up about it, but you don’t know what happened after the fact.

Who knows what these ruthless alphas are capable of?

The sons of other alphas who have had the world on a silver platter since their presentation. Taking over society with a snap of their fingers as everyone falls to their knees—in submission or fear.

You hated it, but it’s also all you’ve ever known. A little bit of hope sparks in your chest, a faint perhaps things will change. In your past year at this college, you’ve been blessed to avoid the inevitable consequences that come with being a young, unclaimed omega. The disrespect and objectification, and the horror stories of assault and things even worse.

It hurts even more because of your current predicament, dressed in the most scandalous outfit for the pleasure of these men.

It was unfair to be blessed to not face challenges that no one should ever come across. And, that perhaps burns brighter every time you daydream about a life without any struggles or hardships, where your thoughts and words matter, where your voice can be heard and not disregarded solely based on what you are.

Everyone else was given a chance to be something when they presented, for omegas, it was the opposite. The opportunities slip from your grasp before you can even consider them. Truly doomed by your predestined fate. A mere passenger to the life already written for you.

Howard College has stated multiple times that they’re all for omega rights, but their efforts and representation within the board and council are severely lacking. Their words are silenced by their actions, only confirming their true beliefs.

You weren’t surprised.

It was an awful reflection of society itself. The divide gets thicker every day, between alphas, betas and omegas. Alphas and betas were more common than omegas—but that didn’t halt any ill-treatment, it never did and you dread it never will. Growing up, you’ve heard stories about omega trafficking, and that in some places, breeding programs are still legalized and it’s mandatory for omegas to be claimed within five years of presenting.

At least you weren’t in any of those pieces of hell on earth.

Unfortunately, worldwide, omega rights are nothing but an afterthought. Something to consider after everything else has been handled and stabilized, only when there is care and consideration to spare.

Being at the bottom of the barrel, nothing you say or do could help—so you bite your tongue, tugging at your skirt. God, the more you thought about it, the angrier you got. The audacity and self-entitlement radiating from the men across the room were suffocating. But a voice in your head warns you to steer clear of the fratboys who are notorious for coining the term; omega slut walk.

The vice president stops in front of your side of the group, looming over a beta. When he flashes a charming smile, she sighs dreamily, “A few of you are quite pleasing to look at.”

Some of the girls giggle, flirtatiously fluttering their lashes.

Steve stops short, “I didn’t say I want to hear any of you.” He raises his hand as silence takes over, “That’s better. Just look pretty and do what we say, all right? Then, you’ll all be in our sister sorority.” He pauses, a short test for any rulebreakers, but there aren’t any and he nods in approval.

“Now, ladies, this house hasn’t been deep cleaned in a while.” He stands with his feet spread shoulder-width apart, “So, be thorough, be quiet unless you’re spoken to, and I’ll put in a good word with Maria. Got it?” Everyone silently nods. “You can speak.”

“Yes, Steve.” You all say at once.

The blond cockily grins at his friends. “Good girls, now, line up for your supplies.” He gestures to the kitchen.

The group of you move towards the doorway in a neat line, lips sealed tight as the fratboys talk amongst themselves. Some outrightly compliment the fit of the costumes, their muffled lewd comments make your cheeks heat up.

“Where’s Ari?” One of the betas asks, she’s at the end of the line with her arms crossed over her chest. “He’s the president, why isn’t he here?”

The tall blond quirks a brow, “Last time I checked, his whereabouts isn’t something you need to know.”

“You can’t give orders—I heard Maria made the deal with Ari, not you.”

Steve clears his throat, an unnerving gaze locked on her face. It drags on long enough that the line has completely stalled until someone pushes ahead. Now, you and Wanda stand by the kitchen doorway. You glance back again, and Steve hasn’t moved, neither has the girl—and it’s a flicker, barely noticeable from where you stand, but she slightly recoils. And, like that, Steve pounces.

“And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how you get your pledge redacted.” His voice booms as he tilts his head, “Was it worth opening your mouth, beta?”

“I—”

“Curtis, open the door.” The brunet with a buzzcut clicks open the lock, welcoming the afternoon sun as a fresh breeze blows through, but it’s futile against the tension. “Go on, walk out. Leave because you’d rather speak than join Kappa Phi.”

The girl looks at everyone else, wordlessly begging for a saviour, a courageous person to stand up against the vice president but no one does. You’re all either too afraid or too infatuated to even dare and hopelessly, she leaves. Gathering her belongings and slowly walking out of the frat house.

“Maybe we should call this the stupid beta walk.” The man from earlier, Bryce scoffs.

It’s quite comedic watching the other alphas collectively sigh, as if they’re only aware of the doucheness when Bryce opens his mouth. It wouldn’t surprise you if that’s why they kept him around, to make them look better because even within their designations, alphas need to be the absolute best.

With an ego so vast it made room for a new one, blooming from right in the centre.

One of the other brothers pulls Steve aside, he’s the one who was banging on the bathroom door. Bucky is almost as tall as Steve but his hair is longer and darker. Their build is similar, packed with muscles straining against their clothes but Bucky’s skin is slightly more tanned.

Everyone takes turns gathering supplies; some grab a bottle of cleaner and a rag, others take a small bucket and a sponge. You’re one of the last ones and take a sponge and bucket, dipping your finger in the warm water as you retreat to the small group of girls. All of the different scents overwhelm your nose, ranging from antiseptic to bitter to intensely sweet, the betas surrounding you shake with anticipation.

Alphas give each of you tasks all around the house. Some are sent back to the kitchen, the living room or one of the bathrooms. You’re all dismissed with alphas to keep an eye on you, supervisors to bark out demands.

You’re following a few girls to the living room, then settling into a corner, dipping the sponge in the bucket before scrubbing the discolouration on the floorboards. It’s probably a spill from one of their legendary parties.

As you halfheartedly listen to the alphas talk to each other and the occasional vile comment, you remind yourself why you’re doing this.

Wanda’s gleaming face appears in your head, her eyes lighting up at the thought of belonging to the sorority, Kappa Phi, one of the best for betas and omegas—although there have only ever been a few omegas accepted. And unfortunately, you weren’t one of them last year and that’s how you met Wanda, bonding over being rejected from the sorority.

Wanda called Kappa Phi perfect, although not as known as Arcadia Phi. There wasn’t a fraternity like it, with the most celebrity alums and best leaders with successful lives. Sometimes you wonder how those self-serving souls were gifted with great lives, then you realize that’s how society treats alphas—feeding into their hunger, fueling their greed and egos.

Just like that, Wanda’s face transforms into your mother’s disappointed frown, the same one she wore when you told her the news last year.

“Legacy.” A voice singsongs, “Cap would like to speak to you.”

“I can speak for myself.” Steve pushes off the wall. Anxiety scatters your thoughts, because you didn’t know he was there.

Steve can make his presence known if he wants, which has become very clear since you entered Arcadia Phi. And when he doesn’t, he can seamlessly blend in. You bitterly think about him having a choice. To be seen, to be heard, to be feared—all while you are the unseen, ignored and disregarded, and one who is fearful of people like him.

The most terrifying monsters trick you into believing they aren’t monsters at all. Playing on your trust, only to clamp their fangs in your neck when you least expect it, and yank you into their depths.

There wasn’t a doubt in your mind that Steve was one of those monsters, and you were positive he knew he was too.

“Are you sure? All you’ve done is stare at her like a piece of meat.” A dark-haired man speaks up, his sweater sleeves rolled up while the ring and bracelet glimmer against his pale skin.

“Actually, you two stand up.” Steve’s lips are pressed in a firm line. The girl next to you stands, her blond hair in a low ponytail and her green eyes narrowed. “You go upstairs to the first door on the left, and you,” Steve cocks his head, his gaze unabashedly dragging over your body and lingering on your breasts, “You’ll clean my room.”

The girl walks away with confidence, ignoring the alphas who praise the fit of her costume. With a straightened posture, you follow after her, facing forward with the wet sponge in your hand. Steve stands by the bottom of the stairs, emanating a force that both lures and repels you.

“What’s your name?” His hand falls to your waist like it’s been there a million times before, the warmth sinking through your clothes.

You tell him your name as you stop at the last door on the right. It’s strikingly different from the rest, as if it were painted with a fresh coat of white, it stood out among the busted, stained or cracked doors. Your reflection shines in the doorknob, distorted with visible unease over your features.

His arm brushes yours as he unlocks the door, the key slipping out before he dangles it in front of your face.

“I like my privacy. My brothers tend to just do whatever they want.”

The door slowly swings open, as silent as a breath of air. The walls are a dark blue, almost a rich navy and contrasting against the blinding white bedspread, the sheets wrinkled and half off of the mattress. There’s a desk in the corner cluttered with a shiny laptop, pens and textbooks, as messy as yours back at your dorm. The nightstands are mostly clean, apart from a small stack of books and a lamp on each.

There is an arrangement of paddles on the wall. Some are a plain light wood tone and one, in particular, is a design of red, white and blue, all of them display the same thing; Greek letters, the fraternity crest, along with ‘Big Bro Steve’ above the other name.

The wide window is open, a soft wind flows through, lightly rustling the curtains and the various posters taped on the walls—ranging from school promotions, and fraternity and football related. Nothing beyond that, not even a movie or a band which leads you to believe Steve was as one-dimensional as a sheet of paper—his life revolved around school, his fraternity and football.

Bland, but you had no protests because then he’d be easy to forget. Except, those nerves come rushing back again when you spot something on his four-poster bed. On the metal frame by the fluffy pillows are two pairs of handcuffs, unlocked and glaring at you straight in the face.

“Oops, forgot I left those there.”

The way he speaks makes you think he’s lying. Behind you, Steve dips down and takes a deep breath inches away from your head and growls lowly in his chest. Your toes curl in your shoes as your mind tells you to run far away and never come back, but Wanda’s hopefulness and your mother’s dismay root you into the floor of the house.

You needed a spot in Kappa Phi. Even if that meant risking being scented by an ill-famed alpha.

“Have you ever been handcuffed? I can imagine you have a hard time keeping your hands to yourself, you like being touched, and touching someone else.” He rasps, “But I have a feeling that you’re better at following rules than others. Putting on this little dress without any complaints, just a polite request to change in the bathroom.”

You clench your jaw when he tugs at the bow of the apron, “Can I just clean?”

You gasp and the water splashes and gets on your dress—it was a costume, made of cheap flimsy material that wouldn’t survive a gust of wind, and it definitely wouldn’t survive a strong alpha like Steve. He has the tie wrapped in his fist, the fabric digs into your front and pulls you into his chest, keeping you firmly against him.

“Did you leave your manners downstairs?” He doesn’t shout, his words are quiet and low and that only makes them more unsettling.

“N-No.” You despise the rapid beating of your heart, your natural instincts kicking in and nearly forcing you under his submission. “I’m sorry, can I please clean?” Your ass brushes over the firm bulge in his pants.

“Pretty, sweet and smart? Makes me wonder how an omega like you is still unmated.” He releases you and he reaches for your scent gland, but you quickly shuffle into his bedroom. Steve just chuckles, “Eager to please too—sounds to me that you’re picture-perfect material.”

“What should I clean first?” You avoid his gaze, finding great interest in the gentle ripples of the water in the bucket. You can’t let him that close again, and you shouldn’t have let him that close in the first place. If he touches your spot, you’d be another notch on his belt and another omega on the slut walk list—because yes, there was a list and it’s plastered in the living room.

It didn’t help that he smells so good, earthy and borderline spell-inducing. He makes you sick to your stomach and then that nausea erupts into flames of rage because he’s an asshole standing on a pedestal with his name etched in gold.

Steve made you feel so many things when you didn’t even know him. When he was just Howard College’s star player, and that hasn’t changed since you’re feet away from him. Those overwhelming and inconsistent feelings have appeared again. You don’t want him to make you feel anything. Except maybe forgotten, because then he’d leave you alone.

“How about you just get on your knees, omega?”

He doesn’t move, taking up more than half of the entryway as he gestures to the moderate mess of his bedroom. You shiver and obey, turning around and spotting a hamper with clothes hanging over the edge, some on the floor. You drop to your knees, gathering each item as his smell encapsulates your mind. You’re briefly reminded of your boring and plain bedroom, and how much better it would look with a nest.

On the walls of your brain are images of a warm and comforting bundle, varying in pillows and blankets, but most notably, there’s a heaping of fabrics that look awful like Steve’s clothes in your hands.

You start to feel sick again, and if only you could scrub your brain instead of the floorboards.

“Ain’t that a pretty view.” Steve crosses his arms, admiring the view of your upper thighs, “Don’t get any ideas, legacy.”

“What?” You toss the clothes into the basket and cover it. Standing once again, you straighten the bottles of cologne and other belongings on his dresser. It’s a little dusty, so you take the sponge from the bucket and wipe it down.

“You might want to snatch something of mine. Wouldn’t be the first time an omega tried to steal from me. I’ve been told I have an irresistible scent, I mean, it’s nothing like yours but could be a runner up.”

You try to focus on your tasks. Going from his nightstands to his closet, hanging up a few clothes that have fallen and organizing the shoes on the rack. You’re kneeling in the closet when one of his fraternity brothers pops up, you ignore them as best you can, sorting the different sneakers, boots and dress shoes.

A loud laugh startles you, making you drop a pair of sneakers.

“Oh, she’s jumpy?” You vaguely remember that voice, you’ve heard him in a few of your lectures.

“She’s cute, right? Like a little bunny.”

Your head snaps back as you glare at Steve. Every moment you spend in his presence makes you want to do something, to be more than a mere bystander, but to an extent because you didn’t want to make him too angry. You still wanted to—needed to join Kappa Phi.

It turns out your heated glare was barely anything, and all you get is a coy wink from the tall blond.

“Honey, are you okay down there?” The older alpha, Andy asks, faint dimples under his thick beard, “You don’t look like the kind to spend a lot of time on your knees.”

You abruptly stand, narrowed gaze set on the two burly men by the door. They have you caged in with a mocking gleam on their faces, daring you to say whatever your little fiery heart desires. Say it, tell them what assholes they are, how they deserve nothing they have—how their self-righteousness is just them making up for their lack of knot.

Fucking say it.

You can feel the frustration buzzing in your chest, but your throat and lips refuse to cooperate, forcing the rest of you to just bubble in silent fury. Opening your mouth would be digging your own grave, but the cold and wet dirt is better than Steve’s and any other alpha’s poisoned presence.

If only you were immune to whatever toxicity was streaming through their veins and draped in their words.

Silently defeated by yourself and their taunting expressions, you turn away and dust your dress, belittling yourself for retreating so quickly.

“Good choice, legacy.” Andy quips, “what else are you willing to do for a spot in Kappa?”

“If I tell you, will it happen?” You busy yourself with Steve’s desk. Organizing the pens and pencils into the mason jar, before moving onto the sheets of paper.

“Depends what it is.”

“I’m willing to redo that law essay you flunked on.” You face them again, and Andy has a surprised, but pleased smile on his face. Steve is the opposite, his eyebrows are furrowed while his lips are pressed in a firm line.

“Yeah? Do you want to tutor me too?”

Steve steps forward, inserting himself between you and the other alpha like a brick wall. “You can’t do a thorough job if you’re distracted. Do you want him to leave?”

You hold the papers to your chest, “Pardon?”

“Tell him, show me that you’re Kappa Phi material.” He smirks. “Tell him to leave us alone, omega.”

The sheets crinkle in your hands as you tense. Speaking back to alphas was only a fantasy, sure you’ve dreamt of kicking their teeth in, but you have never crossed that line.

Omega—he was reminding you of your designation, as if you could forget it. But you knew he only wanted to rub it in, to summon that dread and watch it bleed onto your features because omegas could never tell an alpha what to do and have the same impact of an alpha demanding an omega.

Your words would be nothing but white noise, as forgetful as an advertisement on the radio and no one would listen because no one had to. Not like omegas who bowed down at the first syllable of an alpha using their alpha voice or being subject to a great deal of pain.

You couldn’t tell an alpha what to do, not without looking like a fool, even if it was one as casual and collected as Andy.

“C’mon, I know there’s a little spice in all that sweetness. You’ve wanted to open your mouth since you walked in here, and now I’m permitting you to.” Steve comes closer until he stands a few inches from you, his stature towers over you like a mountain.

“G-Go away.”

Andy chuckles from the door, “What was that?”

Steve grabs your chin, “That’s not what I told you to say, darling.”

You can’t tell if the aching you feel is your pride or your loneliness thriving in the attention—you haven’t been the object of one's attention, alpha or beta, in a very long time.

“Leave us alone, Andy.” You’re frozen in the pools of blue surrounded by thick lashes. As if it weren’t enough for his body to be your wet dream, his face was a work of art. Chiselled cheekbones, strong jaw and a prominent nose. Clear skin sprinkled with freckles and beauty marks, and pink plump lips that stretched into a prince-like smile.

You hated to find him so attractive, but the world has never been on your side anyway.

The brunet pushes off the doorframe, “I guess I’ll check on the other girl in the bathroom. Be gentle with this one, Steve, she seems more delicate than your last toy.”

And, just like that, you’re flung back into reality. Steve is also a player, known for his various relations that never last more than a few weeks. He’s probably been with more than most think. Some are too ashamed for everyone to know that Steve Rogers had them, then dumped them like trash on the side of the road.

Typical Arcadia alphas, plucking people left and right then ditching them when they get bored or when a new spark catches their attention.

You don’t want to be that for Steve. You refuse to be the new object of his affection—because that’s how he’d treat you, something to show off until he doesn’t want you anymore.

Not to mention you just hated everything he stood for.

The easy life, the self-entitlement, privilege and downright mean attitude, selfishness and arrogance rolled into one.

You just need to keep a distance, keep reminding yourself why you’re here and that he’s just a bad man. A terrible man who shouldn’t even be touching you right now. You take a step back and distract yourself with his desk. Filing through the textbooks and setting them on the small shelf.

“I’ve seen you around campus. Do you have a dorm here?”

“I do.” You answer short. You’ve seen him riding his bike and revving the engine. Zooming down the campus streets with a leather or denim jacket. The supposed legend in the making, but right now, he was just the shadow looming over your shoulder, chilling to the bone.

Steve pulls out his desk chair and sits down, relaxing on the cushions and spreading his thighs. His foot knocks yours. “I haven’t had a dorm room, just tried for Arcadia and got in so I’ve lived here for about two years now.”

You just nod, gathering the small bunches of sticky notes and scattered paper clips.

“Those go in the drawer.” He runs a hand through his hair, a twinkle in his eyes.

You open the drawer and are welcomed with strips of condoms and tubes of lube. Your cheeks go hot as you drop the items in and slam it shut. “Those should be in your nightstand.”

“Oh, I have them there too. These are just backups.” Steve’s gaze rakes over you as his tongue pokes out to lick his lips. “You tried to get into Kappa last year.”

You’re doing this for Wanda and your mother, and you need to try even harder than you did last year. Maybe after this, your mother will finally return your calls, you can only hope that one day, she’ll recognize the wrongness in her actions. Pushing you away only because you didn’t get into her old sorority. Whether Kappa Phi didn’t accept you because of your designation or other reasons, it’s not fair of her to treat you this way.

“Unlike Arcadia, Kappa is quite easy to get into. They’ll accept anyone like every other frat or sorority on campus.” Steve rolls his eyes, “So, it makes me curious as to why you were denied, legacy.”

“Can you not call me that?” And you quickly add, “Please?”

“That’s what you are. Your mother was in Kappa Phi, and now you’re going to be in it too—maybe, I can still redact your pledge but I wouldn’t want to make momma-legacy upset. Does she know you’re trying again?”

“She would if she answered my calls.”

Steve is quiet for a few seconds before he nods slowly. You grab the sponge and try to move away, but he grabs your wrist, pulling you to stand between his legs. “What’d you do to not get in? Sleep with another girl's partner? Hook up with a professor for some extra credit?”

You scowl. “None of that.”

“My brothers and I have a theory that every omega is a whore until proven innocent.”

You stiffen as his other hand fiddles with the lace hem of your dress, slipping between the first layer to the second and finally to your skin. His fingers trail higher, and you clamp your thighs together, glazing at the open door as his grip on your wrist tightens. You want him to let go and stop, so you say the one thing that has been in your head, “You’re an asshole.”

The second those words leave your mouth, a fresh wave of relief combs over you, but then it freezes like water. The realization is icy cold, stilling in your veins and halting your breath.

“What was that?” He moves fast and stands, crowding you against the desk. The water drips down your elbow as you raise your arms and try to keep him at bay, but it’s useless. He presses against you, the water seeping into his shirt.

“An asshole—am I mean? Like your mother who’s ignoring you because you didn’t get into a sorority?” Steve asks, “I can be much worse than that, and I think you know that.”

He grabs your chin between his thumb and forefinger, he’s close enough that you can see every shade of blue and tint of green in his eyes. His lips are so pink and pillowy soft, you can’t help but lean into his touch like a magnetic force. “You’re looking at me like I’m going to hurt you.”

It’s instinctual and completely out of your control. The warmth he radiates, the raw power and just alpha compelling you. You realize you’ve been fighting him since you met him, and as vigorously as you resisted, he could turn you to mush with a flutter of his eyes.

He hums softly, drinking down your smell like a man starved. When his gaze meets yours again, the iris is a thin ring around the pupil. “And, I just might.” His white teeth gleam maliciously behind a simper.

You snap out of whatever fleeting spell he had you under and inch backwards, willing yourself to stay silent. He steps forward, his thigh slipping between yours and pinning you against the desk.

“I won’t hurt a pretty omega like you unless you give me a reason to.” His Brooklyn twang rings in your ears, drilling the threat into your brain. “So, don’t give me one.”

You nod wordlessly, gripping the sponge so tightly that all the water was gone, and probably on Steve’s shirt and your dress. You can’t move to check because he keeps you in place, provoking you to make a wrong move.

And, unknowingly, you did and Steve sighs in disappointment, you find yourself searching your mind for the cause of it—before a round of cheers grab your attention. Your face slips from Steve’s hold before he grips you again, this time with your chin between his knuckles, lightly pinching you. “Speak, sweetheart.”

“Y-Yes, Steve.”

“Good girl.” His touch trails across your jaw, then down your neck. “This is cute.” He notes, touching the silver chain around your neck, all the way to the small circle with the stamped letter. He tuts when you don’t speak. “Don’t make me repeat myself.”

“Thank you, Steve.” You gulp, practically sitting on his desk with his thigh snug between yours. The bottom of your dress is dangerously close to exposing your panties.

“Who’s H?”

“My friend.”

He flips the metal charm, rubbing the pad of his thumb over the engraving. “Your friend.”

“My best friend.” You squirm as his other hand lands on your hip, gently squeezing, “We grew up together but he goes to Harvard.”

“Childhood friends… Isn’t that adorable?” Steve beams, “You’re sentimental, then?” He twirls the necklace around his finger as the chain digs into your neck.

With every swirl of his digit, he brings you another inch closer as his breath fans over your cheeks. “I-I guess.”

He’s quiet for a few moments, his watchful gaze locked on your face, observing every minuscule twitch. “Would you wear my name?”

“What?”

“Would you wear my name right here,” he lightly pulls at the chain, “or would you rather wear my mark,” it almost happens in slow motion. With your arms uselessly sandwiched between your bodies, his touch trails to your scent gland, applying pressure, “right here. Where everyone can see.”

His smell increases tenfold, forming a cloud around you and soaking into your brain. The smoky and woody scent is calming and awakening at the same time. This is exactly what you didn’t want to happen, but your defences are fluttering to the ground with every millisecond as he scents you—without your consent. It triggers some of your basic instincts, the innate desire to be claimed by another, to be submissive and at their beck and call.

With the chain in his grasp and a gentle touch of his fingers, he cracks the walls you’ve built to keep yourself safe and secure, to keep yourself separate from your designation and your predestined fate.

You attempt to collect yourself and through uneven breaths, you push him away. Steve doesn’t budge, he only grabs your thigh and hikes it on his waist, forcing you on the desk as your dress flips up. His dark gaze lands on your cotton panties and he growls appreciatively, nostrils flaring.

Your heart beats against your chest, loud enough to rattle your brain. “Please, don’t.” You whisper. “I can’t—I don’t...”

“You don’t?” He rubs your spot in slow circles, “If you don’t want me, then why are you getting wet?” He emphasizes his words by snapping the band of your panties against your skin, drawing closer to your warm centre.

“Because you’re—” You whine, resolve melting away with every delicate motion of his fingers, you slump under his touch.

Weak, you feel so weak yet desired. It’s a cruel curse of euphoria and you hate yourself for it, although it’s completely out of your control.

“You want me, sweetheart. I can see it on your face, I can smell you soaking your panties. I bet if I listen hard enough, I can hear your whiney thoughts begging for me.” Steve’s voice is smooth and deep, “But, all I can hear is your heart racing because you’re excited. Have you ever been touched like this?” His hand brushes over your panties and cups your mound.

“It’s not that.”

Steve’s hold tightens on your necklace as his long and thick fingers start rubbing over the cotton fabric, your wetness unmistakably seeping through. “Then what, omega?”

You don’t answer. You can’t answer, not while all of your pent-up frustration comes rushing in. The look in his eyes is hard to pinpoint whether he’s remorseless, fully intrigued or downright enjoying toying with you.

Your lips quiver as tears pool in your eyes. You hate him, and you hate how good he’s making you feel with just a few fingers. You whimper as he tugs your panties to the side, sliding between your slick folds.

“Is it fear?” His tone is light and taunting, “Because that’s even better than excitement and, it looks especially lovely on you, legacy.”

As he releases your necklace, and his warmth on your scent gland leaves too. You’re flooded with ease and without his support, you sag into the shelf on the desk, the textbooks fall and the mason jar of pens tips over, clattering to the ground as the glass rolls away.

Steve tears the front of your dress, the cheap seams giving away under his strength. Your nipples meet the cool air, pebbled and immediately pinched by the alpha standing between your legs. He growls, massaging your tits as his other hand returns to your nub.

“You haven’t been touched in a while. I can tell.” His tone is so wickedly gentle, it’s a sharp contrast to his character. “Look at you, going dumb for me already, getting my desk wet.” He rasps, “C’mon, push me away.”

Your hands land on his forearms as your last line of defence falls.

His eyes lock on yours, his pink lips part in low breaths. “Do it. Tell me you don’t want me.”

Your fingertips press into his skin when he pulls away from your cunt, his big hands land on your inner thighs. A strained whine escapes your throat, a silent plea for more.

“Or, tell me you want me, baby. Cry for me—let me know how bad you want my touch, my fingers in your pretty pussy, my knot in your fuckhole.” Steve massages your flesh, inching closer to your core but never directly touching there, “I want to hear you say it, omega.”

His words are another blow to your pride. You surrender to his undeniable authority, giving in to him because Steve was right, you haven’t been touched in a long time, and everyone was a victim to his command—that didn’t exclude you.

Do you want him?

Do you even have a choice?

“Let me hear you, sweet girl. Give me what I want, don’t you want to make me proud?”

Maybe you did and that’s why he was asking.

You consider it, which might have been your first mistake. After all the rumours you’ve heard, most of them have been proven to be true, you shouldn’t trust him or want to make him proud. Why should his commendation matter when he’s nothing but another alpha with a sense of superiority?

Because he isn’t just another alpha—he’s Steve Rogers.

And he wants you.

You should have stayed far away from him and Arcadia Phi, regardless of your best friend’s and mother’s wishes. But you didn’t, and now look at you, sprawled on his desk with his bedroom door open, scantily clad in a torn maid costume with your most sensitive spot exposed. Your scent gland is still buzzing with his touch, craving more.

Despite your hateful feelings, you want more, you want him. There’s no denying that at this moment.

That’s when the first tear falls down your cheek, leaving a shiny trail in its wake.

“Please touch me, Steve. I-I want you.” You hiccup, reaching for his hands to bring one to your face, the other to your pussy. Your knees hook around his waist, “Want you so bad, alpha.”

His blue eyes twinkle, the corner of his lips quirk up, “That’s my omega.”

You would have never expected your day to end up like this. Willingly giving in to his advances, but maybe that was why you even considered it.

Steve knows the truth. You believed you had a choice when he was going to get what he wanted one way or another. He thrives off your sweet little heart having faith in yourself, it’s adorable. And, he can’t wait to corrupt you.

“Please, Steve.” Your legs fall open, neck craning to watch his skilled fingers trace your hole, barely dipping it before rubbing your clit again. You’re aching for him and anything he can give you.

Your slick drips out and Steve’s mouth waters, he’s seconds away from dropping to his knees and devouring you whole. “Do you know how long I’ve waited for this? I saw you at orientation—you seemed so lost but eager.” He cups your face, leaning down until his nose brushes yours and finally, one of his fingers pushes in, pressing to his knuckle before drawing out. “You didn’t even fucking look at me.”

You whine, scrambling for his broad shoulders and falling deeper into that blissful headspace.

“As if I wasn’t even there.” He slides in with two fingers, sissoring you open. He pumps in deep, curling his digits to reach your special spot as his thumb lands on your clit, “Now look at you, baby, dripping on my desk, your cunt sucking me in. Bet you’re hungry for a knot, huh?” There’s a softness in his eyes and his touch on your cheek. His warmth sinks to your bones, burning an imprint in the shape of him.

Steve speeds up and adds more power. His bicep flexes with every thrust, working you open as your juices drip down his hand, marking him with your scent. He looms over you, huge and intimidating, making you a compliant mess. His groan rumbles his chest as he pulls out to slap your pussy, the wet noises make your cheeks heat up. “Nearly forced Kappa Phi to take you in but my ex was the president at the time.”

He captures your lips in his, slipping his tongue in your mouth as his palm falls to the side of your neck. Your jaw falls slack as he rubs your gland and penetrates three thick fingers into your tight hole at the same time. Steve growls, biting on your bottom lip before kissing you sloppily. He tastes like mint and he’s demanding and rough, while you’re needy and docile, a perfect match.

You turn away as he picks up pace, spreading his long fingers along your inner walls. Moans flow out of your body and into the open air, shameless and absolute music to Steve’s ears. He stretches you open as the shelf digs into your back, his expert touch bringing you to the edge fast. Heat builds in your belly and even in the thin dress, you feel the sweat on your skin. He spanks your clit, feeding off your mewls along with the lewd sopping noises coming from your core. Your cream has formed a mess under your ass as it’s forced out of your poor hole, dripping down to your rosebud.

“That’s it, you going to come for me, sweet girl? This cunt was made for taking cock, for taking mine—you want my knot, omega? Since you’re this wet from my hand, I bet you’re a stupid mess when you’re in heat. You hear that?” He slaps your cunt in quick succession, “You’re dripping for me, you want me to stretch you open, fuck you until you can’t even think.” He grunts, teeth clenched as your thighs threaten to shut, he prys them apart and swats your clit harder, still pounding you with his fingers. “You’d take my cock if I just asked, huh? You’d let me fill your little cunt, breed you like a dumb slut. I bet you fucking love this.”

You cover your face as you squeal, the back of your head thumping against the wall as you convulse. Your slick pours out, soaking his skin and dripping down his wrist. His pumps don’t stutter or even slow down, he keeps up the intensity and you’ve officially lost your mind. You fist his t-shirt in your other hand, either trying to escape or pull him closer, you don’t even know.

“So fucking tight, you don’t even want me to stop, huh?” He yanks you close by the back of your neck, he spits into your open mouth. “That’s why you squirted all over me, fucking cock hungry whore.” He kisses you although you barely respond, too fucked out and dazed. When he pulls away, he messily traces through your folds, smearing your juices around as he releases your lips with a pop.

The blue in his eyes is hardly visible, but that could just be your watery vision. He brings his hand to your face, spreading his digits as your cream webs between them. “You want a taste, baby?”

You let him slip two fingers into your mouth, pressing to the knuckles and forcing you to clean him. He groans as you gag slightly, tears welling in your eyes as he fucks your mouth just like your cunt. When he deems you’ve had enough, he sucks his ring finger, eyes fluttering shut at your taste. He’s filthy with it, putting on a show, letting you know just how he’d treat your precious pussy with his tongue.

“Tastes even better than I thought.” Steve sighs, and runs his fingers along the bottom half of your face, your wetness mixed with both of your saliva dries on your skin. “Now, if you did that last year during pledge week, you would’ve gotten into Kappa without a doubt.”

You’ve barely managed to catch your breath, still riding on that wave that’s made you question your entire college career. “I-I don’t need your help.”

Steve laughs, easily picking you up and sitting in the chair. Even in his lap, he’s bigger than you. “You just need me. And with that, you’re going to get my help anyway.” He grips your hips as your tingling cunt meets his jeans.

“Wait—” You gasp, “It’s too much, I can’t—”

“You can,” He kisses down your cheek to your jaw, he sucks at the spot right by your scent gland. “And, you will. Make me even prouder, omega. Rub yourself on me, make a mess on my pants. Claim me just like I’ll claim you.” Then, his teeth drag over your spot, immediately making you pliant in his hold and to his voice. “Be a good girl for daddy.”

You tie your arms around his shoulders, wasting no time in grinding against the giant bulge. The denim is rough against your sensitive petals, but it feels so good, it feels better than your pillow at your dorm and with every swirl of your hips, Steve groans freely against your neck.

He tears the back of your skimpy dress and the fabric falls down your body. It hangs from your waist and the skirt flutters with every rock of your hips. Your cunt is tortured by his jeans, your clit rubbed raw and begging for a break, but you can’t give yourself one. Not until Steve wants you to because, despite your best efforts, you’ve fallen victim to his cruel charm and your darkest fantasies.

Steve sucks on your spot, teasing you with nips between his dirty words. You can’t even hear him anymore, your body hums with passion and want. An instinctual desire to obey his every command and be his good girl, you want to claim him—own him like he owns you.

Perhaps the stereotypes about omegas were always right, and you’ve been in denial. Or, Steve is just intoxicating with a magnetic force that draws you in. He’s awoken a longing inside you, one that you didn’t even know existed.

“They said you were one of the smartest omegas on campus, but it doesn’t seem like that now.” Steve grabs your throat with one hand, guiding you over his clothed cock with the other. “I turned you into my little omega, my dumb slut. I can feel your pussy throbbing for me, oh, my pussy—because this tight fuckhole was made for me.” He tightens his hold and licks from your jaw to your cheek. “Aw, are you crying for me? Giving daddy those pretty tears, it’s like you never want me to let you go.”

You struggle against him, hiccuping another pathetic moan as he thrusts upwards, meeting your grinds.

Steve knows you aren’t incapable, not like the rest of the dull and drab students of Howard College. You had a fight in you, albeit timid and frail, it was there and he can only imagine what other fire hides within your soul. He read the hatred and spite on your face like an open book, you weren’t as secretive as you thought and he assumed you’d be trouble. But no, you stayed quiet and obedient until he lured you out.

You had potential, you had shown that with your early resistance and how you treated Andy—fucking Andy, this morning he asked if you could clean his room, but Steve had already made his intentions clear. You were his for the day, and the next, until he was done with you. Which wasn’t anywhere in the near future.

Watching you now, teary eyes rolled in the back of your head and listening to your mewls echo through the room, he hopes Andy and the rest of his frat brothers were listening. Then, they’d know that Steve wasn’t letting you go, they could try, they could beg and fight, and he’d just tease you in front of their noses. Playing with people was fun, and with you in his corner, he’d never lose.

“Fuck, keep going.” Steve hisses, the veins in his neck tense as his head falls back. His fingertips dig into your ass, groping the flesh, “That’s it, you’re doing so good, baby.”

“Daddy, ah please, daddy.”

“What do you need, omega?” Steve pants, flipping up the stubborn skirt to watch your puffy cunt grind against his bulge. The denim is dark under you and he has the perfect view of your spread folds and swollen clit rubbing along his jeans, your sweet slick seeping through his jeans to his skin, he can feel you.

“F-Fuck me, please—I want it, want it.” You repeat, nails dragging down his shirt, your poor hole weeping for him.

He smirks, “My little girl wants my cock? Want me to stretch your tight pussy, fuck you until you don’t have any tears left, pump you full of my cum and fucking breed you?” He spanks you, making you jerk and squeak, “You want to be my omega?”

You nod shakily and reach down, weakly attempting to unbutton his pants but he swats you away. With his feet planted firmly on the ground, he takes control and moves you roughly over his dick. You let out a high-pitched squeal, knees pressing into the cushion of the seat as you try to right yourself, but it’s feeble against his strength.

“You want my cock so bad that you’ll just pull it out without my permission?” Steve’s stomach tightens as the tears trail down your cheeks, slipping into the corners of your parted mouth. “Thought you’d know better now.”

You grab onto his wrists, piercing his skin with your nails, “I-It’s too much!” Your cry.

“It’s not enough.” He grabs your throat, not tight enough to restrict airflow but firm enough to let you know he can, and it only makes you greedier. You try to meet his grinds but you’re just bouncing on his lap.

“D-Daddy, I can’t.”

“You can.” He insists, getting closer to the edge. He imagines your tight hole clenched around his cock as he stuffs his knot into you. “You can, and you will.”

You weep, “...can’t.”

Steve has always loved a little challenge and he knows you’re an omega who hoped for more, who craved for more—and it was ultimately intriguing. To tame the feisty attitude bubbling inside of you, the same flicker he sees when he speaks again. “You can’t come.”

Your eyes shoot open, a torn and angry expression on your face, “But—”

“Shush now, baby.” He groans, cheeks flushed red as his whole body tenses, and he never stops moving you over him. “I said make a mess, I didn’t say you could come. Tell me you want to be mine.”

“Daddy, please—” You whimper, the tightness in your belly becoming too much.

Steve swats your ass harshly, “fucking say it.”

Your cunt throbs between your thighs, the denim has rubbed you raw, “I-I want to be yours, daddy.”

Steve groans gutturally, his back arches as his eyes flutter shut. Throaty praises ring in your ears, his hold is so tight that they’ll be bruises tomorrow. His muscles flex, his abs, biceps and thick thighs under you, and you can feel his cock swell up under your core. His knot is going to waste and you whine.

Steve's hair falls against his forehead as he looks at you, blue eyes full of bliss and perhaps even devotion—he’s beautiful and evil.

You sniffle quietly, feeling his warm cum seeping through the denim. “You’re so mean…”

Steve’s chest heaves, a sheen of sweat on his forehead. “Thought we already established that, baby?”

The open air is exactly what you need as you limp down the path with your clothes in your arms, some girls can’t help but stare at you. In envy or pity, they watch your uneven steps. They’re all still wearing their costumes, the evening breeze isn’t kind to their exposed skin. You stand out like a sore thumb, clad in Steve’s t-shirt and his sweatpants. Your poor folds gaining a bit of much-needed relief.

Some of the other pledges are talking—you know it’s about you despite how quiet they try to be.

They know, everyone in the house knew what happened in Steve’s bedroom. And some of the other girls were either jealous or sorrowful. You were unsure about your own feelings too, since you’re still teetering on the edge of that omega headspace because Steve couldn’t stop touching your gland.

In particular, the Arcadia alphas were as shameless as ever. They clapped and cheered when you wobbled down the stairs with Steve on your tail.

“Legacy deserves a gold star for that performance.”

“I’m going to knock your teeth in if you don’t shut up, Bryce.” Steve spits as he pulls you to the kitchen, grabbing a cold water bottle from the fridge.

Bucky whistles lowly, “And thus, the innate need to be an asshole after getting with an omega. Don’t you all wish there were more omega pledges, fellas?”

Steve ignores him in favour of gathering snacks from the cabinets and shelves. And, for the rest of the day, you sit on his lap in his clothes, watching the other pledges sweat and scrub at the whole house.

He relaxes on the couch, one of his hands never leaving your body as he speaks to his brothers, petting and tending to you like a doll, “Perhaps little legacy is Kappa Phi material, huh, baby?”

You don’t look back once, forcing yourself to stare ahead as Wanda asks how you’re feeling, among other things. You’ll tell her when you’re at your dorm and far away from Arcadia Phi.

Steve watches from the front door of the frat house, his arms crossed as the breeze brushes his bare skin, the band of his sweatpants hanging dangerously low. Behind him, his frat brothers are discussing names of the pledges, yours pops up more than a few times and is followed by a lewd comment.

“Our sister sorority, too. You’re freakier than I thought, punk.” Bucky steps beside him, a little apron in his hands.

“I wonder if I should tell our parents about his risqué behaviour.” Another voice says as an arm swings around Steve’s shoulder, “What do you think, little brother? Will mom and dad return you?”

Steve shrugs off Ransom, glaring at him. “I’m older than you, dipshit, and that’s not how adoption works.”

“Blah, blah, blah. All I’m hearing is the sound of an overdue glorified housepet.” He teases while the blond just scoffs.

They’ve been this way since they met, their relationship was strong from the beginning but that didn’t lessen any of the bickering or fights that every other sibling has. The only difference was their resilience yet they had odd similarities in terms of behaviour and attitude. Both being headstrong and fearless alphas. It was a wonder how they had lasted this long while constantly sharing a circle of friends.

“Although, I must acknowledge your exquisite taste because that sweet girl,” Ransom points down the street, “is on every alpha and beta—probably some wild omegas too—radar.”

“Surprised she hasn’t been claimed yet.” Curtis speaks up, “actually, I’m shocked a lot of omegas here haven’t been mated.”

“Some of us have standards and most of those omegas have been strung through every bed on campus.” Ransom replies, grinning at his brother, “I admire our parallel preferences, Stevie, think I can take a go at legacy?”

“Fuck you.”

“Oh, it seems that testosterone is still sky-high. I’ll ask you when you’ve had time to wind down, try out the hot tub, huh?” The brunet leaves with a wink and a slap on Steve’s shoulder, waltzing into the house and joining the discussion with the rest of the brothers.

“Hate to be the bearer of bad news, Mr. fuck-em-and-leave-em, but she doesn’t even like us,” Bucky laughs, “Much less you.”

“Not yet.” He licks his lips as your group disappears around a corner. The empty air still carries a thread of your scent, or maybe that’s just your soaked panties crumbled in his pocket.

He was already one of the gods of Howard College and he's going to be yours too.

𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: well here it is ! the first part of captain's legacy and the first dark fic I've ever posted. mean!Steve just does something to me, and I have a feeling he'll be like that for a while. this is a dark fic, so we'll see how much fluff is in the future. the ending was supposed to be longer but I think it fits better in the next part and like my other series, this has no update schedule.

As always, I hope you all enjoyed this and I’d love to hear your thoughts/feedback !! <3 — ☼ 𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐊𝐨-𝐟𝐢 ☼

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Instagram Story - Long Time No See (Part 1).

Posted at the_life_of_bucky_barnes Instagram on April 14th (available during 24h)

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Semirandomly.

Dark!Eddie Munson x Reader x Dark!Steve Harrington.

(TW: Poly-relationship, implied kidnapping (already happened), talks of Eddie going to court (he doesn’t btw), mentions of drugs, Stockholm &Lima syndrome (not mentioned but the way the reader talks it is implied), Implied smut, sad ending kinda).

"Y/N, We're home." Steve shouted as he allowed Eddie in first, than followed. The two had court today, well Eddie had. After being falsely accused of the murders in Hawkins and being there each time Vecna took control, naturally Eddie became number one suspect. Eventually, Vecna was stopped, Eddie was caught and brought to court. You were unaware of any of this going on around you. Steve and Eddie had you sheltered from the whole turn of events. You knew nothing about Vecna (thankfully, he never found you either), the upside down, nothing.

Eddie and Steve both fell head over heels in love with you when you walked into the DVD store one day. They couldn't believe someone as beautiful as you lived in Hawkins. It's when you began going out with that asshole Billy Hargrove was when they realized they needed to have you, no girl of theirs was going to be with an asshat such as Billy Hargrove. They've loved you every moment of every day since that night they brought you home.

When Eddie and Steve would leave for a long time, they used the excuse that they were fighting monsters to protect you and that you had to stay up in your room. You did, always. You were terrified to be anywhere else without having either Steve or Eddie, or both with you. They told you stories of the monsters and curses that roamed through Hawkins, you never believed it until one day Steve came home, all bruised up. Eddie told you a story about how the monster attacked Steve with big tentacles, wet arms, a wormed face, and was about nine feet tall.. They couldn't help it, you looked so cute when you scared. Your eyes widened, a pout on your lips, and head down as you quickly rushed to help and attend to Steve's wounds.

You were terrified from that day on, opting to stay by their side. You were so grateful to have Steve and Eddie by your side to protect you from all those monsters. They would reassure you that the monsters couldn't hurt you as long as you were with them. That they would protect you, that no man in Hawkins would know how to protect you from the monsters like they could. Most importantly, no one would love you like they would.

The sound of you pattering feet on the titles of their room, made the two men smile before you jumped into Eddie's arms and wrapped your arms around him before hugging Steve. "How was it?" You asked brightly as Eddie wrapped his arm around you, placing a few kisses on your cheek and lightly tickled your sides.

Steve, on the other side, stroked your hair gently, laughing with you let out a squeal as Eddie tickled your side. "Well.." Steve started, smiling again when he seen you bubbling with excitement. He looked over to Eddie, who was looking at You and smiling.

"Eddie has officially let go as a free man."

Your eyes widened as you let out an excited squeal as you hugged Eddie once more. They had lied to you about the killings in Hawkins and Eddie's (none) involvement in the murders and the court date. They told you that Eddie had been caught with drugs, which you've seen him selling multiple times through the cracks in the wall.

"That means we can leave Hawkins, right? Away from the monsters, right?"

Eddie stroked your back lightly. "Yes, baby. We can finally move." You left Eddie's arms to give Steve a hug, who playfully squeezed your bum. "How about we celebrate in honour of our Eddie."

You giggle at Steve, yanking his arm gently. "Not yet." You looked back at Eddie, who was looking like he was ready to attack you. "I made a celebration dinner and dessert too."

Before Steve could reply, Eddie swooped in and picked you up in his arms, making your dress fly up in the air. Eddie takes you by surprise when he grabs the back of your neck and smashes his lips upon yours. You close your eyes as you let yourself melt into it, trying your best to get you closer to him. Eddie gently pulls away from your lips.

“We've missed you.”

"I know."

Both Steve and Eddie laugh at you. “You’re crazy, you know that?”

You snuggle up to him.

You grabbed Steve by his white t-shirt, pulling him in for a kiss. Steve loved when you initiated things. They both were glad you had become so confident around them. They were happy, you were happy. And, eventually, you three would be leaving Hawkins, but right now, celebrations were in order.

After dinner, You three clean up before racing upstairs. You could hear Steve laughing at something Eddie said, and you could hear Eddie doing some weird impression. You could hear movement on the bed, you could only assume that they were engaging in foreplay, mouths and fingers on each other's body. Eddie called for You, but Steve came to check on you.

You were busy getting ready. You were fixing your makeup in the mirror, double checking on how you looked. You wearing a velvet, purple teddy lingere that Eddie had bought for you on your birthday, making you promise to wear it on a special event. Why not today? It was a celebration of your new beginnings. A new start, away from Hawkins.

"Is everything okay?" Steve traced circles on the flower pattern of your lingere, resting his head in the crook of your neck. "Are you happy, Y/N?"

You don't reply. You couldn't reply unless you wanted Steve and Eddie to think you were crazy. In the other side of the mirror, You could see yourself, the girl that was once trapped inside the attic. You hardly recognize yourself.

She screams and screams as she breaks her fist against the mirror, trying to escape. She’s begging you to get out. The bruises and cuts on her hands from the fighting you once done were showing. You wish you could tell her to stop, that she will never leave, that it was too dangerous.

"YN?"

You turned and smiled at Steve.

A crooked one.

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Insecure  - Steve Harrington

Request: Ah so happy that you're taking requests for ST!!! Steve harrington x reader. Reader stars to get insecure in their relationship because Steve spends a lot of his time with Robin, so reader start to distance herself from him and he gets scared that she doesn't love him anymore. Happy ending! :)  

Request: Can you do a Steve harrington x reader? He's spending a lot of his time with robin and reader starts getting insecure about herself and their relationship. Happy ending please!

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“Aren’t you going to Steve’s?” Nancy asked, shifting her books from one arm to the other as she walked with you to your mom’s station wagon.  

You shrugged one shoulder, looking back toward the school as if someone would be following the two of you outside and hear you talking. “I don’t know...feel like he’s been kind of distant lately. He’s had work so much and it’s basically been like, ‘Robin this, Robin that’.” You admitted, frowning. 

Nancy looked confused for a moment, both of you knew that Robin was gay and there wasn’t really anything there besides friendship but he’d been spending so much of his time with Robin that you still felt like you were being pushed out. “Have you talked to him?”

“No,” you replied, shaking your head. “I don’t wanna seem like I’m being a bitch or something. I really like Robin, we’re friends. I just feel like they’re always hanging out. I don’t know, I’m probably being ridiculous or whatever-” you tried to shake off the conversation, instantly regretting mentioning your insecurities to Nancy. It felt dumb to complain about Steve having friends and you didn’t want to come across as the type of girlfriend who clung to the guy she was dating.  

“Just talk to him,” Nancy pushed.

You knew it was good advice. It was a conclusion that you should have reached yourself and you did, technically, you just didn’t want to broach the subject with him. It was easier not to say anything and avoid any confrontation with him. But avoiding confrontation slowly turned into avoiding him. It wasn’t intentional, or so you told yourself, it was just that whenever you hung out with him you felt like all he talked about was Robin and if you heard her name one more time you were going to scream. You felt shitty about basically avoiding Robin too, she was your friend and you knew that she didn’t deserve it as much as you knew Steve didn’t deserve it, but you still did it.  

Somehow, when you decided that the only way to avoid the situation was to avoid Steve, you didn’t necessarily think he would catch on. But he did. It took barely a week for Steve to realize that you were avoiding him. Cancelling dates, making excuses for why you couldn’t hang out after work or school. It was frustrating and he didn’t fully understand why you were distancing yourself but he was determined to find out. Unlike yourself, your boyfriend didn’t mind confrontation at all.  

And when it was obvious that you were definitely avoiding him, Steve drove straight to your house to confront you.  

“So you’re not sick?” Was the first thing out of his mouth as he stood on the front steps of your house.  

You crossed your arms in front of you defensively, “what is there a law against answering the door if I’m sick?” You countered. You knew what he meant, when he’d called you earlier to hang out you’d practically hacked up a lung trying to play ill for him over the phone, painting the picture of you on your deathbed, and yet here you were looking perfectly healthy.  

“You know what I mean,” Steve replied, sighing, “look, can I come in?”

You moved aside, opening the door a little wider to let him inside despite your brain screaming at you to tell him no. It would be far easier to send him home and keep up your ruse. Letting him inside meant the possibility, probability, of telling him the truth.  

“So,” you closed the door but lingered there in the doorway with Steve, eyes cast down on the square of tiled floor before the carpeting started. “What’s up?”

“What’s up with you?” He countered, “I haven’t been able to get a hold of you for like, weeks. You’ve been blowing me off. I mean, are you trying to break up with me? Is that what’s happening?”

“What, no, Steve-”

“I knew this would happen. Dustin said you were way outta my league and I knew it was true. Man, I can’t believe it. I can’t-”

“Steve!” You snapped, catching his attention this time as your eyes met his. “Steve, I’m not breaking up with you.”  

“But you’ve been giving me the cold shoulder. Everytime I wanna hang out you said you’re busy or you don’t feel good. If its just that you haven’t been able to do it, that’s fine. Just say the word and I’m gone.”  

“I’m really not breaking up with you,” you promised, “I just...I’ve been feeling kind of shitty lately and I haven’t wanted to hang out feeling like that.” It was vague and you knew that you owed him the whole explanation but it was a start.  

“Why didn’t you tell me? If you’re not feeling okay I wanna know. I mean, maybe I can help?” He offered, face softening with concern.  

He could help, you thought, if he had a time machine to send himself back to before he was best friends with Robin. “It's just stupid stuff,” you reasoned.

“It can’t be all that stupid,” he replied, “you completely avoided me...I thought I was coming over here only to have you tell me it was over between us.”

You stole a quick glance around the room just to avoid eye contact with Steve as you tried to explain, “I felt really left out, you were hanging out with Robin and it felt like there wasn’t any reason for me to be there too...like I was just taking up space.” You admitted.  

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Steve asked, “you should’ve told me...I didn’t realize I was doing that.”  

To say that you were surprised by his response was an understatement. When you’d told Nancy about it she had acted like you were being totally irrational. You had been worried to say anything to Steve, thinking that he would have the same reaction. That he would tell you that you were being a bad friend to Robin or that you were being jealous about nothing.  

“I thought you’d be mad.”

“Of course not,” he insisted, “if you feel left out then something I’m doing is making you feel that way and I’m sorry, but you have to tell me. We can’t work stuff out if we never tell each other when we’re upset. I told you that I was upset you kept taking that babysitting job that was stressing you out and making you cry, so you should tell me when I’m doing something that upsets you.”

“It’s hardly the same.” You replied, thinking of how Steve had even offered to call the parents and tell them that you weren’t able to return to their house if you weren’t up to confront them.  

“Tell me when something upsets you and I’ll tell you when something upsets me.” He replied, ignoring your comment.  

You nodded, “I’m not saying I don’t like Robin, I really do. She’s one of my best friends.”

“I know, trust me.” Steve promised. “Hey, since I’m already here, why don’t we spend the rest of the day doing something together? Just us?”

“Okay,” you agreed, feeling a little lighter already. “Did you really ask Dustin for relationship advice?”

“Let’s not talk about it.”  

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[scandinavianfairytale]

Control

Pairing: Mob boss Steve Rogers x (Innocent!)Reader

Warnings: 18+ only; referenced kidnapping, can be considered as Stockholm Syndrome situation (it’s tiptoing on that edge, but the reader is kinda aware of what’s going on), cursing, horniness on both parties, smut (namely guided masturbation, fingering & implied boner)

A/N: This is a sequel to Language, but you don't have to read it to understand what's happening 😊

“It’s easy, Doll.” Steve said as he leaned back in his chair, with a smirk on his face. “I’m not going anywhere and I’m not going to force you to do anything. If you want this, all you gotta do is take it.” 

You watched him and after a few seconds of staring and thinking, you took a cautious step towards him and then a second and suddenly you were standing in between his thighs. You could hear your heart beating in your ears, how fast it was. Your fingertips were pulsing, itching to touch him. 

You extended your hand to run it over his cheek, before slowly bending down, stopping an inch from his lips. 

Were you really going to do this?

You closed the small gap between you and the mobster, your captive. But...it somehow felt right. Your lips on his. Steve slowly rose to his feet, taking over the soft kiss, plunging his tongue in your mouth. Instinctively you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling yourself closer to him, feeling his body as you pressed into him. It felt like an invisible barrier was breached in your mind and you just let go, getting lost in this forbidden, twisted thing. 

It had never felt better. You hummed into the kiss.

You were trembling as Steve slowly took off your shirt. Every kiss, every touch was overwhelming, consuming your whole body, your heart was beating so fast and loud you were afraid the whole world would hear it, even though you were so far from anyone. Your chest was pushing out all available air in your lungs and the fire in the pit of your stomach was getting more noticeable with every exhale. You couldn't believe you were just giving yourself up to him, but you couldn't resist him any longer, couldn't resist being so close to him yet still too far away. It was driving you insane.

Steve loved the responses he got from you, each time he touched any part of your exposed skin, it tensed under his touch and you produced so many lovely noises - a sigh here, a flat out whine there, but what made him snap his eyes open and break the kiss was the shudder he received as his hand slid across your tummy.

"Well..." He smirked as he returned his eyes to yours. Your eyebrows knitted together as he repeated the motion.

"Tell me, Doll...have you ever been touched?" Steve's head tilted to the side as he observed you. You just knew there was no way you'd be able to form a full sentence if you spoke. So you carefully shook your head and immediately froze when a Cheshire cat like grin spread through his face. He turned you around and you faced yourself in the mirror. He nestled his chin in the crook of your neck and unbuttoned your jeans, opening them so that your panties were visible. He stood right behind you and grabbed your hands softly.

"Now, pretty girl, just follow my lead. I'll show you everything you need or want to know." Slowly, he led your hands down your tummy, your fingertips softly dancing over your skin, making goosebumps appear all over your body and shivers envelop your skin. When you reached the hem of your panties, your breath hitched in your throat and Steve hummed before opening them with one finger and dipping your hand down the warmest part of you.

"For someone with such a foul mouth, you sure are innocent." He smirked before making you cup yourself. Your other hand was guided in the same direction but stopped as it found your clit. His fingers pressed onto the little bump, making you release a whimper and close your eyes.

"How does it feel? Describe it." Steve asked in your ear and met your eyes in the mirror.

"S-Steve..." You stuttered as he applied circular motions on your nub, the other hand rubbed at your entrance and your hips gained a mind of their own, rocking at your wandering hands.

"Ah ah ah Doll, use your words." He whispered, watching your hooded eyes, laboured breath and tense body.

"I-It feels so good..." You finally confessed and as a reward he pushed one of his long fingers into you. "Fuck!" You yelled, your eyes clamping shut.

"Language, Doll. Language." Steve chuckled as he started moving his finger in and out of your tight entrance, your walls squeezing his digit hard.

"Sweet Jesus, you are tight." He commented and pulled both your hands out of your panties, making you whine at the loss of contact. "Put your arms around me." You didn't object, just did what he told you before he once again put his hands on your sex, where they were before. His ministrations were rougher, faster and it brought you so much pleasure. The sounds that were escaping from your pussy were unlike anything you have heard yourself produce before. The feeling of skin inside you was foreign but your body welcomed it as if it was a lost friend.

"Come on, I know you're close. Just let go." Steve smirked and kissed your neck, shoving another finger in you, making you explode.

"Shit. Steve. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!" You screamed and moaned as you finally released control. He watched you in the mirror as your face shifted through a mirage of expressions, loving every single one of them. You were trying to calm your breathing, panting through your parted lips, your muscles felt like jelly, yet somehow you were still standing. You quickly realized that it was Steve that was holding your body up, as you slumped into him. He was slowly kissing up your neck until he planted a kiss on your cheek.

"You did well, Doll. You have no idea what you do to me." He whispered into your ear before he slowly let go of you, depositing you onto the bed and licking his fingers. Bodily, you had more than an idea of what you did to him, sleeping and waking up to him for so many days, but the restraint and kindness he showed you in these two months that you'd been in this cabin...you were starting to believe that he wasn't as awful as you initially thought. 

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Sooooo...this has been in my drafts for a LONG time but I was / still am a bit afraid of posting it, because I'm not really comfortable with admiting that I like literally erotica, let alone that I write it. But I have been going to therapy for some time now and we are slowly working through my issues (there are a lot of them, who knew 😅) and one of the things I promised myself was that I will be more honest with myself and that I will take more risks that are not related to my safety (you do not want to know in how many situations I have put myself in where everyone that knows / loves me were like: ARE YOU INSANE?!?!?!?!), so here it is 🎉😅

[sambucksteven]

NAME SOMEONE THAT HATES ENDGAME STEVE MORE THAN SEBASTIAN. I’LL WAIT.

[gay-jewish-bucky]

Happy 8th Birthday to the epic romance that is Captain America: The Winter Soldier!

[urcuteharrington]

skull rock🕊💌

pairing- steve harrington x g/n reader

summary- steve takes you to skull rock for a lil make out sesh

word count-782

warnings- making out ig

a/n- first fic since being back from my hiatus so hope it’s not toooo bad i’m still getting use to writing again<3

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I get up and start getting ready to visit steve at work since he gets off soon. I walk up to family video with my walkman playing "girls on film". I start pulling my headphones down I see steve and robin fighting about what movie they should put on next. They don't seem to notice me, so I stand at the counter putting my head in my head sighing. I start tapping on the front counter bell *ring*ring*ring* trying to catch their attention. "is this really the way you guys treat your customers?" I say laughing as robin pulls the bell away from me. "hi y/n" she says and fills me in about the fight. "well I think I should pick the movie..." they give each other a side glance. I walk through the isles of horror, comedy, sci-fi, and land on the action section. I skim through and find "back to the future". "since you guys were too busy in the bathroom during this movie why don't we watch this?". They reluctantly agree and I let me put the movie in.

"my shift is gonna end soon" steve whispers in my ear. " I was thinking we could head down to skull rock" he continues as I feel heat rush up to my cheeks. I nod my head and smile at him, agreeing to go. As time passes I can't help but glance over at steve with a smile on my face. He checks his watch and sees that it's closing time. "y/n could you flip the sign and help us clean up?" I nod and walk over to the front.

"well i'll see you later robin" i say giving her a hug. steve opens my door and looks at me" i haven't gotten a kiss all day" he says making a pouty face. "believe me you'll have enough where we're going" I say as I give him a quick kiss on the cheek. He gives me a cheeky smile and closes my door.

He parks in the entrance of the woods and we get down. We walk hands intertwined "steeeveee this is taking forever" I say pouting giving him a mild squeeze. "ah ah ah patience is key my love" he says trailing ahead. "see I told you we would make it" he says smiling as the large skull rock stands before us.

we walk over to our usual spot and steve pins me against the rock wall. "you look gorgeous tonight" he says as his lips hover over mine. his warm breath making my lips tingle in excitement. steves lips crash into mine moving in-sync like he knew exactly what he was doing. licking the bottom of my lip he asks for permission and i part my lips to soon feel his tongue against mine. fighting for dominance a moan slips past my lips as he start caressing my waist. his fingertips cold to the touch sending goosebumps to rise.

we pull away to catch our breaths and i see his lips plump and red. he moves towards my neck and starts leaving soft long kisses along my neck. he moves past my sweet spot teasing me as he kisses around it. "steve" i moan as he starts leaving love bites scattered along my collarbone. reaching my sweet spot once again he licks it gently and hovers over it, his warm breath arousing me further as i wait for what he does next. he softly kisses my sweet spot and i moan pulling him closer.

" steve look at me" i say as he pulls back, his eyes sparkling in the evening sky making my heart swoon. i flip our position and a cheeky smile lands on his plump lips. Our lips meet again and i feel his bulge pressing against my leg making me smile. I press my body against him further deepening our kiss as i hear a small sweet groan. One hand on his cheek and the other on his chest feeling his tone muscles.

my hand travels lower pressing gently on his bulge while moving down to his neck. long gentle kisses left leading to his sweet spot, groans and moans fill the air softly as i reach that special spot. licking and kissing that spot while palming him because i know it drives him crazy. i suck on that sweet spot until a small purple mark appears claiming him as mine. "fuck y/n" is all that can leave his mouth.

i get up and look him in the eyes smiling. "look at you getting all worked up harrington" i say pointing at the tent in his pants. "not my fault you're such a tease"

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Solve The Riddle - Part 3

Pairing: Retired Pornstar!Ari Levinson x Female Reader

Words: 3k+

Summary: After a weekend of thoughts. things get put on the table in more ways than one

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, Explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut (F masturbation, fingering, choking, thigh riding, pussy slapping, squirting)

A/N: He’ssss back! I know alot of you were waiting like whores in heat for our lovely pornstar!. Like, comment, & reblog! ♥

Divider by @firefly-graphics

Solve the Riddle AU

I do not consent to my work being copied, plagiarized, or translated in any way >:P

This new information hit you like a ton of bricks. On one hand, you felt embarrassed. Not for yourself but, for seeing something so intimate of your boss. The other side of you was still on fire from realizing that he was getting off to you and no one in the world knew it but you and him. 

Unbeknownst to Ari, he wouldn’t even think that someone as precious as you would even watch his type of art. To him, you were a delicate flower that he wanted to ruin. 

Opening night solidified that he was on a mission to make you his. Damn professionalism at this point, he wanted all of you. He wanted to tease and pluck each petal from you until a new flower formed in the real version of you. 

Ari felt the sudden shift in you that night and he wanted to know more about what else would shatter you. Both of you had enough time to think things over during the weekend, something that you wished would go as slow as possible.

But fate was not on your side at all. Sunday night fell and your eyes stayed glued to the ceiling, thoughts swarming through your head as you figured out how to act around Ari. 

It wasn’t like he forced himself on you, that was the last case. You opened yourself up to him, invited him in and he wasted no time in showing you how grateful he was for it. 

No one has ever made your break the way he did. With finally knowing his big secret, the idea of knowing that nothing that he did was fake made the warmth bloom to your core. 

You can still feel the warmth of his breath against your skin. The stretch of his thick fingers can still be felt as you clench around nothing, aching for him to fill in ways you never knew were possible. 

Images of that night still plague your brain and before you know it, you slip your hand under the band of your panties, collecting the wetness from your slit and swirling circles over your sensitive nub.  

Ari’s voice gets louder in your mind as your work yourself over, your middle and pointer fingers swiping your clit side to side, the pressure building in your core as your back arches off the bed. 

Your eyes snap shut, envisioning Ari nestle deep between your legs, pounding you like his life depended on it. The visual alone causes you to snap, wailing his name in the open space as you gush from the build-up. 

Euphoria washes over you, the high spreading all over your senses. His scent, touch, and taste surround you the minute your body gives in to the ultimate pleasure. 

You float on a cloud that is Ari and all of the possibilities of what he can give and do to you that you don’t even remember sleep taking you away. 

The morning went by like a blur. For one, you woke up super late from not properly setting your alarm the following night, and with good reason. 

You just didn’t know if it would have been a good enough reason for Ari. In all your years of working with the rink, there wasn’t a time when you were late. 

Luckily for you, traffic wasn’t as bad as it usually is and you made it to the parking lot where a few cars were already occupying spaces. 

You didn’t even look to see the missed calls from Sarah or the one text from Ari asking if you were okay before you practically pulled the door off the hinges. 

This wasn’t like you to be late and as much as you wanted to blame Ari, you had no one to blame but yourself. 

Mickey was the first to see you, giving a look of concern before stopping you in your tracks, “Easy there road runner, you’re already late,” he chuckles as he gives you a once over. 

Sweat formed at your brow by how fast you were running, the frustration already setting in, “Come on Mickey I gotta clock in,” the irritation setting in because you were already late and he wasn’t making it any better.

“Yeah, no shit. Boss wants to see you before you do that though. It seemed…. Important.”

Oh no… He was about to fire you on the spot. Guilt started to set in, your nerves rising at an all-time high.

Your voice shook with fear, “How important?” you ask, trying not to show just how scared shitless you were. Damn this crippling anxiety. 

Mickey could only shrug before placing the headphones back on his head, “Dunno, but he seemed pissed,” him making sure to put emphasis on the last word. 

You brush past him not even thinking to look Sarah’s way as she calls out to you. The hallway to his office was dimly lit as your feet felt heavy with every step. 

This was it… You were done for. How could you even explain why you were late. Technically it was partially his fault… technically.

It was now or never and nothing was going to be solved with you just standing in the empty hallway. You take one step after the other, clutching the strap to your bag.

The door to his office comes into view and you think about bolting before you knock softly. You didn’t hear any permission to enter and maybe, just maybe he wasn’t even there.

Your hopes go out the window the second the doorknob is twisted and the door opens. Before you can meet Ari’s eyes, that damn necklace greets your sight first. 

Dryness sets on your tongue the minute you remember his latest video. It was the same metal and everything. 

You must have been staring at his chain for a while because you felt his hand rest on your shoulder, “Ya okay there sweethaht?” his voice filled with genuine concern. 

Even all flustered, you still looked like the prettiest girl Ari ever laid eyes on. The moment that you were late, his own guilt set in. Had he gone too far? He didn’t want to do anything to run you away. 

You give a simple nod before he holds his hand out in your direction. Without hesitation, you place your hand in his, feeling the familiar warmth from his fingers. 

What you wouldn’t do to feel them all over you in every way possible. Ari leads you in, closing and locking the door swiftly as he pulls the chair across from his out for you to sit. 

The chair envelops you in its softness as you watch Ari take a seat, his facial expression unreadable. You both stay in silence for a minute, glaring into each other’s eyes.

The tension or energy was felt and the silence in itself began to suffocate you. 

“I didn’t mean to be late,” you start off, “It was a dumb move not setting my alarm and I was tired and it was so much going on. Mickey said you were pissed so that only meant that you were gonna fire me,” you kept rambling on and on.

Ari’s brow furrowed in confusion… Him? Pissed at you? Never. He saw the look on your face as your kept going on and on. It was time to put all your fears to rest and he was gonna kill Mickey… the little prankster. 

“Sweethaht…. Sweethaht… I’m not gonna fire you..”

You look up at him, tears already prickling your eyes. Yeah… he was gonna put a laxative in Mickey’s drink for scaring you like this. 

You sniffle, “You’re not? Then how come…” the realization hits you, “that fucker,” Ari stifles his own laughter, “So you’re not mad?”

Ari shakes his head from side to side, “I’ve seen your record. Not a tardy in sight. I’m human not an asshole. I was more concerned that I pushed you too far. I was outta line that night.”

Your eyes widen, looking over at him, “No, no you’re fine. Things got a little heated is all.”

Ari's shoulders sag in relief, the last thing he wants to do was scare you off. That wasn’t his style in the slightest. You both stare at each other in silence. Letting the other play out between you two again and it is you who speaks first. 

“Besides… I’ve been thinking about it all weekend,” that catches his attention in ways that he was surely about to let you find out. His eyes bore into the second your confession came out. 

Ari straightened his back against the chair, clearing his throat, “Me too, sweethaht… you have no idea..”

Oh… But you do. You saw it…

You shift in your seat, hoping Ari can’t see the clench in your thighs at how he sounds right now. His tongue laced with lust and it’s all for you. 

The fact that he didn’t know that you knew sent a pang of sick guilt to your stomach. You wanted him to know you knew but, when would be the right time?

“I… thought about you… last night. Part of why I’m late.”

A deep hum rose from Ari. One of intrigue as he wanted nothing more than to ruin you right then and there. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t thinking about you too. 

He even made a visual in your honor. One that he knew that you would never see and one he wasn’t afraid to show you once you got more comfortable with him. 

“Tell me…” the timbre in his voice calling you back to him. 

You fidget with your fingers one by one, chewing on the inside of your cheek, “Tell you what?”

“Sweet girl… You know what. Don’t you?”

It wasn’t a matter of if you knew or not. You’ve never told anyone of just how filthy your mind could be and the person in the center of your mind wanted to know. Could you even give him that?

Ari could see the tremble in your lip, nervousness setting in. He wasn’t going to force it out of you but… “Come here sweethaht,” his voice but a whisper but loud enough for you to hear as he extends his hand to you. 

You don’t know what it was, but Ari was the flame and you were the moth. There wasn’t anything that could keep you away from him. Which is why your own body stood and made its way over to him in urgency. 

He swings around to you, spreading his thick thighs slightly as he looks up at you. What were the most beautiful blue eyes you had ever seen, were now a thin line overpowered by darkness. 

Ari kept a level breath but he was seconds from losing it in the best ways. The bulge straining his jeans threatened to show you just how crazy you made him. 

You were his pretty little flower and by the looks of it, your petals were dying to be stroked so that you could bloom.

Ari patted his thigh twice, giving you a chance to take your rightful seat. You step between his legs, lowering your bottom first but met with his hand. You snap your face to his, seeing him shake his head. 

No? What does he want?

Ari pulls you back up, pushing you back a little further, “Spread those pretty thighs for me sweethaht..” You do as you’re told. Knowing so from the appreciative hum he lets out. 

He gently seats you right on his thigh, the dampness of your panties already sticking to your folds. His thick muscles press up to your clit as you let out an audible gasp. 

“There… Just where you belong,” Ari tilts your chin up, resting his other hand on the swell of your hips, “Tell me,” he says while moving you slowly over his clothed thigh. You let out a breathy moan the minute stimulation hits your bundle of nerves and you swear you almost shattered then.

Ari kept your face to his, not stopping your movements, “Come on sweet girl, we don’t have long,” his accent thick now as he flexes his thigh, making your eyes snap shut. 

You try your best to keep focused but the arousal blooming in your core turns you into complete putty. Ari’s hand ghosts down, wrapping lightly around your throat, making your eyes snap open. 

“Focus on me baby, you can do it,” his reassuring soft tone making you melt as you open your mouth to speak. 

You whimper, pulling your bottom between your teeth, your panties becoming embarrassingly wet with each passing swipe against your nub, “nngh- I… I thought about you — oh fuck,” panting out as Ari speeds your body up.

He squeezes the sides of your throat lightly, pressing his nose against your cheek, “What about me sweethaht? I know ya got in ya,” his ministrations stop the minute you close your mouth, a whine spilling from your lips, “You stop and I stop, got that?”

You nod, pathetically, knowing the last thing you wanted him to do was to stop. You wrap your fingers around his arm, looking deep into his blown-out pupils, “Thought about that night,” a moan bubbles from your throat the minute Ari moves your hips again.

He had you in the right angle, flexing his thigh as you continued to talk. 

“I — shit… Thought about your fingers stretching me again.”

Ari's warm breath passes over your skin, “Yeah? Just my fingers sweet girl?”

You nod at him, “N-no… thought about you — oh god right there,” you squeal feeling the pressure tightening the quicker he moves your hips over him, “I came to the thought of you inside me,” now it was Ari’s turn to falter.

He gripped you tightly keeping his thigh at a permanent flex, grinding you harder, “Yeah sweethaht? Want me to fill the pretty pussy up? I’ll ruin you, you know that?”

Your head falls back relishing in nothing but him and the stimulation he’s causing your entire body. His grunt brings you back to focus, eyes still on him, “I… please..” What you were begging for, even you didn’t know. 

Ari, brings your forehead to his, “Please what? Go on sweethaht, you’re almost there,” he growls, “Can feel that pussy wanting to cum. But guess what?”

You give him a questioning look as he slows down, making you squirm in frustration.

Ari hums against your lips, nipping at the plump flesh, “You cum when I tell you to. Ya got that sweet girl?” that sent you into a babble frenzy as he sped you up, daring you to cum. 

“Ari… oh shitshitshit,” you say through clenched teeth, “Ruin me… please. I’ll be good, I promise!” 

“Already so good for me sweethaht… so fucking good. I can’t wait to have you spread out for me. All I been thinkin’ about,” he sighs against your lips. 

You barrel so close to the brink that before you can even think your words come out first, “I know… oh fuck, I know. Came so hard to watching you,” Ari’s stilled you, bringing his hand to the back of your neck. 

Fear flashed before your eyes at what you just said, “What’d you say?”

You tried to back away but Ari wouldn’t let you, “I- nothing… nothing Ari I didn’t mean it.”

What you thought was anger was anything but, his eyes rolled up to yours and with one swift motion, Ari hoisted you off of him and onto his desk, unbuttoning and snatching your shorts completely off. 

Ari laid a resounding smack to your covered mound, gripping your face in one hand, “What. The. Fuck. Did. You. Say?” each word accompanied by a smack to your core. You cried out to each one, whimpering from the after-effects. 

It was now or never, but your mouth wouldn’t open. Ari let out a low breath before pulling your panties to the side and sinking two fingers into your drenched hole, curling them up at the right spot, “You better talk fast or I promise it’s gonna be a long day in here.”

Ari pumped his fingers in and out, hitting that spongy part of you as you tried to talk, “Ari! Oh fuck… I… I.. Saw your video. I know it’s you,” you wail as he pounds your quivering hole, feeling his thumb swipe your clit.

He crashes his lips to yours, licking into your mouth, angling his wrist as he pulls pleasure from your body. Your back arches, making you crash into him the more he plays you like his favorite instrument.

Ari breaks the kiss, a growl coming from his throat, “Ya liked it didn’t you” being satisfied with your nod he continues, “Loved that only you can make me that crazy… fuck. Only you sweethaht,” he whispers faintly. 

Knowing that you were the one to get him this way made you close to the edge, “Ari… please.. Need to —” 

“I gotcha baby,” he groans, quickening his strokes and swiping your clit faster. It didn’t take much as one more strong swipe to your sensitive nerves sends you over the edge, making you scream his name.

Ari covers your lips with his, drinking in every sound as you gush around his fingers, sucking them back in as you make a mess on his desk. He doesn’t stop until he pulls another orgasm from your body, making you grip on to his body as you sob into his neck from it being stronger than the first. 

He quickly takes you into his arms, pressing his lips lightly to different parts of your body until you finally descend from your high.

Ari sits down gently, cradling you sweetly until you’re ready to look at him. 

The room is silent, save for Ari’s soothing praises. 

Your breath comes back to normal and you finally push your head from his chest. Ari tilts your head up slowly, “You know…”

You nod slowly, “I know…”

[the-life-of-bucky-barnes]

Instagram Story - Long Time No See (Part 2).

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[sadadaptive-daydreaming]

Baby on the way | Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 2k +

Summary: Being pregnant with Steve’s child hasn't halted your need for him, in fact it's only made it stronger. But Steve isn't so on board with the idea of getting intimate until you convince him otherwise ;)

Warning: 18+ Fluffy, light smut. Intimacy during pregnancy. (Everything described/implied in this oneshot is consensual.)

He couldn't wait to go home. He couldn't wait to see you. And yet, much like all day, another impromptu meeting was hindering him from driving to the Brooklyn apartment you had bought together and spending the evening with you.

“Mr. Rogers, you’re needed in conference room two.”

The words suffocated him as they swarmed about the tiny boxed-in cubicle he had wandered into following what he had hoped would be his last summit for the day.

When the words stopped ringing in his ears, he searched for their owner and met the eyes of a fiery red head who stood in the doorway of the makeshift office.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t,” Steve said, shrugging his blazer onto his body and when it was fitted to him properly, he adjusted his blue tie.

His blunt response had procured a look of confusion from the woman who just so happened to be the assistant of Thaddeus Ross, the US Secretary of State. But Ross was much more than just his title. He was in fact the driving force behind pushing Steve and the rest of the Avengers to sign the Sokovia Accords—an agreement that would see enhanced individuals governed by the United Nations.

Steve understood the urgency of taking responsibility for one’s actions, he was never in dispute of that. This was largely the only reason he was willing to hear out the UN’s proposal for governance, but he was nowhere ready to sign a contract without understanding what sovereignty he and his fellow Avengers would lose in the process.

And so all day, he was in meeting after meeting listening to UN officials coax him into signing his name on the same dotted line—each discussion more sugar coated than the last. Now that the clock had finally struck 5pm, he was ready for it all to end for the day. He was willing to come back tomorrow and acquire more information, but he couldn’t listen to another word when his brain was full of you.

Being Captain America wasn’t a responsibility he took lightly. Using his strength, agility and courageousness was a choice he made every day. It was a commitment that overwhelmed the majority of his time. He didn't have time for himself. He didn't have time for friends. He especially didn't have time for relationships. But that all changed when he met you.

“But sir,” Ross’ assistant began again, her long ginger curls swaying as she shook her head. “Mr. Stark will be attending the conference as well.”

This made Steve laugh. It erupted loudly from his stomach.

“I’m sure Tony won’t need me there,” he sneered.

And it was true, he didn’t. Tony had already made up his mind about obtaining accountability for the actions of the Avengers, and the Vienna bombing at a UN ceremony that killed twelve people, including T’Chaka, the former King of Wakanda, only solidified his stance.

“He does,” she reassured as Steve began to walk towards her in an attempt to slip right past her and out of the office.

Steve shrugged. “Well he'll have to do without me this evening.”

And then he was off, leaving her in the distance as he walked his way through the New York UN building until he found his Harley-Davidson parked outside.

He mounted the bike and turned it on, a loud purr notifying anyone in the parking lot that he was leaving. With one hand pulling at the throttle and the other adjusting the motorcycle’s small circular mirror, Steve began his journey home to you.

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There wasn't enough time in the day to go to work, grade a month’s worth of assignments, prep lessons for the rest of the working week and then come home and make your husband a five-course meal. It just couldn't happen, and so as you stood in line waiting for your order of Chinese takeout, you hoped Steve would be alright with yet another dinner picked up on your way home from Midwood High School.

The first year of your marriage had been full of home-cooked meals prepared with enough love to drown cupid. But as you transitioned from a middle school teacher to a high school English instructor and Steve found himself wrapped up in conflict after conflict, neither of you had time for cooking by your third year wed. But that didn't mean you two still couldn't squeeze in a moment of your busy lives for each other.

As you finally reached your apartment after a long walk from Panda Express, the food gripped tightly to your side, you had half expected your home to be filled with the clanging of plates and cutlery as Steve set the dining table in anticipation of your arrival. But when you pushed open your front door, only silence greeted you.

“Steve?” you called out.

And when no response returned, you set the takeout on the kitchen island and walked over to the landline, the answering machine blinking brightly. With a quick press of the play button, Steve’s voice as sultry as ever filled the small room, honking cars sounding all around him.

“Hi honey, it's me. I'm stuck on the FDR parkway and I'm going to be home late. I should have left work earlier but I've had one of those days. I'll tell you all about it when I get home. I love you.”

A soft click chimed and then his voice was gone.

“Oh Steve, again?” you whispered to yourself.

You knew what you were getting yourself into by marrying the Captain America, and yet nothing could have prepared you for all the nights spent completely alone and the nonstop worrying while Steve was off fighting yet another outer-worldly threat to humanity. You couldn't fault him for putting his duty to protecting others first—that was just the kind of man he was, and it was one of the many reasons you married him in the first place.

But still you couldn’t hide your disappointment as you watched his dinner go cold or went through celebratory moments by yourself. Finding out you were a few weeks pregnant should have been the happiest day of your life, but instead it was as isolating as ever with Steve away in Austria and it broke your heart to deliver the news to him over the phone. He couldn’t kiss you, caress you, or even rub his hand along your belly, feeling the spot that would house his child for nine months. But he was home now, and being an hour late was far better than being oceans away.

Even though you had a long work day, you still wanted to make tonight special. It wasn't an anniversary; you didn't have any more surprising news to share. Today was a typical spring day, but whenever Steve was in town, you cherished every waking moment together.

You kept the takeout warm in the bag as you set the table for two. The small dining room just off of the even smaller kitchen oozed sensualness as you lit an array of white tea candles scattered around the porcelain dinnerware. Once all was to your taste, you headed to the master bedroom.

If you were going to put in this much effort into an improvised dinner date, you might as well dress the part too. You scoured through your closet looking for the scarlet V-neck dress you had worn on only one other occasion—you’re second date with Steve to a winery. When you finally located it, you undressed before your full-length mirror examining your growing belly in the reflection. In less than five months, you would be holding your newborn who was now just about the size of an avocado in your belly. You gave your stomach one last rub before slipping the dress on, and to your surprise, it fit right over your growing bump. You didn’t appreciate it then, but now you were oh-so-grateful for the dress’ stretchy fabric.

You did your best to zip the back up as far as you could. Then you departed back to the kitchen and waited for Steve.

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After being stuck in traffic for what felt like hours, Steve was finally home. He set his keys on the entryway console table and took off his shoes.

“Honey!” he called to you. “Are you around?”

He was still upset from his work day as he looked up and undid the top button of his white dress shirt, then he loosened his tie. But that all changed as you walked into the tiny foyer of your apartment that just had enough room for the two of you.

“Wow.”

That was all Steve could say as he took you in top to bottom.

He stammered, “you look—”

It brought butterflies to your stomach knowing that you could still make him speechless even after all this time.

“Pregnant,” you finished for him.

He laughed and then shook his head.

“I was going to say beautiful.”

You could feel your cheeks flush as Steve moved towards you. And with one swift movement, he had pulled you into him, his muscular arms wrapped around you.

“I've wanted to do this all day,” he whispered.

As he spoke, you could feel his chest vibrate against your cheek where your head was resting. If he could hold you like this forever, you would die happy.

He loosened his hold around you and took a step back.

“What?” you questioned, searching as far into his deep blue eyes as they'd allow.

He positioned his hand under your face and pushed your chin up.

“And I've wanted to do this,” he said before planting his lips on yours.

It was sweet and gentle. No matter how many times you kissed him, each felt like the very first time. He made you helplessly giddy and when his hands explored your body, he sent shivers down every last inch of your body.

“Steve...” you breathed into his mouth, gasping for air.

You could feel him smile against your lips. He loved when he got you all hot and bothered.

“Shh,” he mouthed, silencing you back into submission, back to mingling your tongue with his.

And for a while it worked until you pulled away.

“Steve,” you stammered between uneven breaths, “I've gotten Chinese takeout for us.”

He grinned at how flustered he had made you.

You continued after another deep breath, “It's already cold.”

He tugged you back into his chest and held you there.

“Well it'll just have to stay cold,” he teased, his breath hot against the top of your head. “I'm not finished with you yet.”

If his voice was tangible it would have stripped you of your clothes right then and there. Steve was so effortlessly sensual it was surprising that you were able to get anything done around him. How could you not want to jump his bones all day every day when he looked so good and said all the right things? The answer was simple: you couldn't.

You loosened yourself from Steve’s strong grip. Then you reached for his hand, pulling him along with you through your apartment’s main hallway towards your bedroom.

When you walked through the doorway you didn’t need to say anything, you both knew what was about to go down.

You stood in front of your bed, your back towards him.

“Unzip me,” you whispered and Steve was happy to oblige.

He moved slow. One hand pulled down the zipper as far as it could, the other was planted on your hip. He placed kisses on the back of your neck, working his way down your spine. As goosebumps prickled at your skin, he helped you step out of the red fabric. Completely exposed, he spun you around so he could take in your bare front.

“God you're beautiful,” he gushed, his eyes trailing over every inch of you.

Then he bent down on his knees so that he was eye-level to your stomach. He placed both of his palms against your belly, his hands warm against your skin.

“I hope they look just like you,” Steve whispered.

You snaked your hands through his hair and smiled down at him.

“Oh Steve.” His name poured off your lips slowly, the way honey oozes from a spoon.

And that was enough to make his eyes haze over with desire. He wanted you right here, right now and you'd be lying to yourself if you said you weren't craving the same.

You pulled at Steve’s biceps, urging him to stand back up. And when he had done so, you got to work unbuttoning his dress shirt as he yanked off his tie. Your hands ran up and down his exposed chest, tracing over every dip and crevice of his muscular upper half. Once they brushed upon the top of his pants, you maintained eye contact with him as you began toying with his belt, teasing him.

“Y/n...” he groaned. He hated when you made him wait.

“Is this what you want?” you teased, fondling his large buldge begging to burst through his pants.

He sighed loudly and you took it as a yes.

After undoing his belt buckle and unzipping his pants, you reached your hand deep into his boxers. You had Steve growling your name as your worked him to a point of no return. Over and over, he threw his head back and you smiled at your handiwork. But before he could reach his end, he grabbed at your hand.

“On the bed,” he demanded.

His voice was far to stern and salacious to not obey and so you found yourself mounting the mattress with haste, your back tingling at the contact of the cold sheets.

It didn't take him long to spread you open and give his full attention to your most intimate parts. He had you screaming his name as he kissed in between your thighs, his tongue brushing all the right spots.

When you finally dug your fingers into his dirty blonde strands, pulling him closer to where you needed him to be, he decided that it was time to quit before he lacked the strength to control himself. Steve was the definition of self-restraint but around you, composure flew out the window.

“Noooo,” you pouted, “don't stop.”

Steve shook his head and then stood up, taking a step from the bed. If he could put some distance between you and him, he might just be able to hold out.

You sat upright and reached for his hand. “I need you.”

“I can't,” he protested, shaking his hand free of yours. “I'm going to hurt you.”

You stood and moved towards him, pressing your front against his.

“You won't,” you assured.

Steve glared down at your belly and like a lightbulb sparking to life above your head, you finally realized where his hesitation was stemming from.

You brushed your hand against his arm.

“You won't hurt the baby either, Steve.”

He shook his head again, that was all he could think to do.

“We just have to go slow and be gentle,” you said.

The thought of him slowly pumping into you brought chills to your skin. You wanted him so bad you could barely contain it anymore.

“But you know I can't do that,” he answered.

“Steve!”

“I’m sorry.”

And he was, truly. He couldn't live with himself if he hurt you or the baby.

“Babe, I promise you we'll be fine,” you protested.

“How do you know that?” he questioned.

You grabbed both of his hands and positioned them on your protruding bump.

“Because I know you couldn't hurt us even if you tried,” you said.

Steve’s gaze was fixed on your stomach, he couldn't focus on anything else.

“But if you don't want to do it, you don't have to,” you continued, caressing his cheek in your hand. “Steve, we can wait. I promise I won't be upset.”

Finally, he eyes shifted from your belly and trailed up to your face. Something had shifted in him and his gorgeously lustful look returned.

“If you feel even the slightest bit of discomfort, you have to tell me. Deal?” he propositioned, wrapping his hands around your waist.

You stretched as tall as you could reach on your tippy-toes and kissed him softly.

“Deal,” you smiled into his lips.

Steve walked you backwards until your legs hit the front of the mattress. Then he gently lifted you up and lowered you carefully onto the bed. Your stomach performed a routine of backflips as you watched him lick his hand and then stroke it on himself. He positioned his pelvis at your entrance and with the smallest of thrusts, he was inside you.

You both sighed instantly at the friction.

“Is this okay?” he asked, maintaining a slow pace.

“Perfect...” you moaned, gripping at the bedsheets to either side of your hands.

You two continued in this gentle rhythm together, working each other’s body until all that was left was pure bliss. Steve was doing his best to control himself, so much so that you could feel him clenching inside you as you straddled him. That couldn't have been pleasurable you rationed and though your body said otherwise, you forced yourself to roll off of him.

“What's wrong?” he asked in a panic. “I knew I was going to hurt you.”

You rested down beside him. And once you were comfortable, you began massaging his chest slowly to calm him.

“You didn't baby,” you assured. Then you sighed, “I'm the one hurting you.”

Steve rolled onto his side to meet you face to face.

“You haven't,” he said. “How could you hurt me?”

If he weren't Captain freakin’ America, you would have been offended by such a statement. The man you were just atop of was practically invincible, and yet he was exhausting himself in an effort to not knock the wind right out of you.

“I’m making you strain yourself and I don't want that,” you sighed. “Let me just help you finish.”

Before he could protest, you dove towards his groin and took him all in. His body twitched at the sensation and you grinned in satisfaction. You bunched your hair into a ponytail and motioned him to take it. Without hesitation, he did, guiding you until he was cursing profanities.

When you could finally speak again, you teased him. “Language, Mr. Rogers, language.”

“I would mind my language if I could,” he answered, nearly breathless.

“Was I that good?” you taunted.

He swung his arms towards the headrest and propped his hands under his head. “Hell yes.”

“Steve!” you laughed, “you've become a full on potty-mouth.”

You rolled onto your side and gazed at his side profile as he laughed along with you. You couldn't help but admire how perfect he looked when he was his most candid self. If father time would let you, you could stay right here and stare at him for the rest of infinity.

“Should we go eat now,” Steve smirked, halting your fantasies. “Or would you like to stare at me some more?”

Of course, you denied his accusation. “I was not starring, Steve.”

But that was as far from the truth as humanly possible. You couldn’t help but stare at him in amazement that he was all yours, and when you brought your little bundle of joy into the world, you had no doubt that you would fell just the same towards them.

[hoosurdaddy]

Bandy.

Robin Buckley x Reader x Steve Harrington.

(TW: Oral (reader receiving), praising, teasing)

"What a beautiful sight." Steve grunted out as he brushed back the standards of hair that clung to your hair as you relaxed into his back. Robin continued to move her mouth down your stomach until she got to above your core, making your hips buckle before Robin placed a kiss upon your clit.

“Patiences Sweetheart." Steve muttered, his tone was quite strict and dominating. "Remember only good girls get to cum. Are you going to be our good girl?"

“Robin.” You moaned out as Robin began to rub at your clit with her thumb, while eating you out. You threw your head back, running your hands through her hair, tugging at the sensation.

“I bet that feels great," Steve's hand moved towards your breast, tugging your nipples in-between his fingers. He bit down on your neck, pretty sure, he was leaving a hickey.

You moaned in reply, tugging Robin's hair again. Robin moaned into your core, sending vibrations through your body, making you gasp. Steve's hand began circling your nipples, pinching them every so often, causing your back to arch. Steve chuckled, telling you to stay still.

You looked down at Robin, who was looking at you with a smirk on her face before going back to devour you. "Can I please cum?"

Steve hummed in reply, moving his attention to your other nipple and gave it the same attention. "Are you going to be a good girl?"

"Oh, God, yes." You whimpered out. "I'll be so good for you, so so good."

“That's already expected, sweetheart."

“Please. Please, let me cum." You whined out as Steve pinched your nipples one last time before ordering you to cum. You felt your legs shaking as you came, gripping onto Robin's hair. You arched your hand but Steve's arms stopped you from trashing around.

Robin pulled away, breathing heavily as she wiped her mouth and smirked at you. "You taste so good, sweetheart." she moaned out before connecting your lips together in a kiss, allowing you to taste yourself.

“Are you going to repay Robin, sweetheart? Hmm." Steve asked as he rubbed the wetness on your thigh. You nodded in reply as Robin made herself comfortable on the couch with her legs spread and ready for you.

“You don't want to be a greed girl after we've made you cum, hmm?" Steve guided you towards Robin, before setting himself behind you before tapping your thigh. "Good girl. And don't stop until Robin cums, okay?"

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Pairings: Werewolf!Steve Rogers x Reader (A Spin on Little Red Riding Hood)

Summary: America's golden boy becomes America's most wanted and he just found his perfect prey.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY. DARK FIC. stalking, drugging, somnophilia, forced oral (f receiving), marking, running for your fucking life

Word Count: 2.4K+ (One Shot)

A/N: What? Grown ups need grown up fairy tales. 😈 Someone find me a wolf. Honestly I was shown this art by the very talented @murkycrush months and months ago by @autumnrose40 and I still cannot get it out of my head. I have a thing for the harness obviously.

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Steve Rogers first caught your scent at an unassuming traveler’s stop in the middle of nowhere 8 months ago. It was your run of the mill stop for people just passing through, homey and not at all crowded that served good pie. A sleepy town with a tiny population that most people forget once it’s already in their rearview mirror. Steve had been extra careful to go unnoticed, growing out his beard and wearing his trucker cap low. He had been lifting cars at random and had been particular about not staying anywhere for too long. The rest of the time he ran. He much preferred it. Letting go into his full form and running at full speed in the thick shroud of the forests.

For the first time, Steve Rogers felt free.

It was big news when it came out. Every single headline for months read about the tragedy that happened. Captain America, an admired hero and a living legend, had volunteered to be a research test subject after it was found that his unique genetic makeup enhanced by the serum could potentially lead to a breakthrough to some of the world's most deadly diseases. It was admirable and very on brand for the Avenger, but something had gone terribly wrong. Somehow all the testing had resulted in enhancing him to unimaginable proportions, to uncontrollable heights. He was made into the perfect predator and along the way he began losing touch of his humanity.

America's golden boy had come unhinged.

It shook the nation. They say that anything enhanced had to come from something. Steve was a good man before, he still is, but all the loss that he's had to endure has jaded him. All the wars he's had to fight have hardened him. All the compromises he was forced to make had chipped away at the shiny idealism of that scrawny Brooklyn boy. He craved freedom. Freedom to make his own choices. Freedom to be selfish. Freedom to take back what was deprived of him.

So when you came into that small diner, smiling widely at the waitress as you ordered your food and gladly told her about your traveling plans, he knew he just had to have you. You were so beautiful, your face radiating joy despite the tiredness on your stiff shoulders. You pulled your red coat jacket tighter around you, pulling the hood lower to warm your face and shaking off the snow. 

Red looked good on you.

You would stay the night in the available rooms attached to the diner, he was sure of it. You looked much too tired to drive and it was getting dark, too dangerous for a woman to be traveling alone. There was something in your scent that told him that you belonged to him.

You were meant to be his.

You were passed out as soon as your head hit the pillow, your belly warm with food and the fatigue heavy on your eyelids. Your friends and family had all expressed their doubts and their worry about your cross-country adventure. It was dangerous for a woman to travel alone and there was an allegedly deranged super soldier loose, but it was the best time you've ever had in your life. It was so worth it.

Steve watched and waited in the shadows for you to fall deeper into your slumber, finding the small satisfied smile on your lips to be endearing. It was a simple matter after that to slip into your room. He loomed over you, palming his rapidly swelling cock as he took in the details of your features. You slept in only a small pair of panties, leaving everything open to his heated gaze. You were like a delectable meal spread out for him to indulge in.

You were so goddamn perfect.

You looked so inviting that he just had to have a taste. Carefully, he reached for your exposed breasts and squeezed. He sighed at how good you felt and your lack of reaction only made him grow bolder. You were more exhausted than you thought. He kneaded your breasts harder, rolling your hardened nipples between his fingers and relishing how responsive you were. He retracted his hand as you stirred, but groaned deep in his chest as you opened your legs wide for him.

"You need me, don't you? You want me to touch you some more, honey?"

His hand trailed from your nipples to down to cup your heat. Your back arched and your hips circled slowly as his hand rubbed, your panties growing increasingly damp. Still you remained sleeping and from your point of view you were having a very very good dream.

“You're just so tired, aren’t you? Let me help you take the edge off.”

His fingers shoved your ruined panties aside and dove in, slowly and inch by inch to make sure you didn't wake up. By the time he was knuckle deep in your pussy and scissoring you, his cock felt like it would explode in his pants.

“You’re so fucking tight. You’re gonna feel so good around my cock.”

You sighed and stirred a bit more, the little sounds you were making as your hips asked for more from him was making his head spin. He could smell the musky scent of your arousal and he loved how your pussy was sucking his fingers back with each pump he did.

“Don’t worry, honey. I’m gonna give my cock to you. It’ll fit. We just gotta stretch you out first.”

A sharp gasp escaped your lips and your brows furrowed when he pressed up on that extra sensitive spot inside you. He smirked, hastening his movements and continuing to drive you higher and higher. His other hand joined the other to rub hard circles on your clit and his mouth came down to suck on your tits. Your heavy eyelids began to flutter, your unconscious mind getting overwhelmed by the fire that was threatening to consume you.

“That’s right. Give it to me. Fucking cum for me,” he growled against your flesh.

You screamed, your eyes squeezed close tightly and your body shaking as your release racked your whole body. Steve could hardly move his fingers with the way you were squeezing them so he fucked them deeper inside you as you rode out your high. You sat upright suddenly, one hand flying to your hair and the other to your chest as you tried to stabilize yourself. Your heart was pounding out of your chest, your pulse was much too quick, and there was a thin sheen of sweat on your forehead.

“What the fuck?”

You felt an ache between your legs and was more than just surprised at how drenched your panties and the sheets were. You threw yourself back on the bed and took in big gulping breaths. That was one hell of a wet dream. It had been a while since you’ve had a good fuck, but you didn’t think you were that horny.

It took you a while to fall back asleep and in your disoriented state you failed to notice the dangerous looking blonde in the corner of the room, sniffing the scent you left on his fingers before slipping the taste into his mouth. His eyes glinted in the shadows as he watched your chest rise and fall in a more regular pattern.

That was the first time Steve came to you. He followed you across the country in your travels since then and the next time he got you alone he dove straight for your cunt, his mouth lapping at your folds ravenously. Having tasted you just that little bit from his fingers made him crave you and the small dose of drugs he slipped into your drinking water at the hotel as you showered was meant to keep you cooperative because he knew he wasn’t going to let up until your scent was dripping off his beard. He barely held himself back as he waited for you to succumb to the drugs, falling asleep as you watched some pointless TV.   

He moaned and growled into your pussy as his tongue speared into you, fully enthusiastic as he explored your most intimate parts. His large hands were gripping tightly onto your thighs, keeping you spread wide for him. He didn’t stop aggressively eating you out until your cum had soaked his face and was dripping down his chin. All through it, you were in a blissful state of unconsciousness.

When you woke the next morning, that was when you felt that something was off. Something felt very wrong from how your sheets were again wet, your naked state when you specifically remembered you wore a shirt and panties to bed, and the thick woodsy smell of someone else in the room.

You were terrified.

Your terror came to it’s height when once you woke up with a blinding headache and a sticky substance on your tits. That’s when everything clicked and you began to notice the little things you had overlooked in the past few weeks. Your luggage moving, your underwear sometimes out in the open. The creepy feeling at the back of your neck that you’re being watched. Some of your needs unexpectedly being met like those times someone had footed the bill for some of your meals or the time a small bag of groceries were delivered to you by the inn’s staff. You chalked it all up to luck or the goodwill of small town folk.

You should have known better. 

It had been a week since you last really slept, the fear you felt keeping you alert and jolting you awake at any little sound. You were exhausted, but you kept yourself tediously careful in trying to lose whoever was visiting you in your sleep. You kept switching up lanes, driving in circles, riding on ferries, switching out rental cars. You did everything you could to shake him off.

You were practically dead on your feet by the time you arrived at your grandmother’s log cabin in the woods. It was the end of your travel plans, culminating at your grandmother’s old cottage that she had left to you in her will. You pushed yourself to make sure every single door and window was bolted shut and couldn’t be opened without making a loud noise before you finally allowed yourself to rest. Your body dropped heavily onto the bed, your sore muscles finally relaxing after being so tense for so long. Sleep weighed you down and you were quick to slip into unconsciousness.

You startled awake at the sound of loud banging against the heavy wooden front door. Your heart rate immediately quickened and you scooted back on the bed, tucking yourself against the wall and keeping a wary eye at the door. Your blood ran cold at the sound of a low intimidating voice that seemed to be full of dark amusement.

“Oh come on, honey. Open the door.”

That voice.

You knew that voice. You knew it was the voice that had been haunting your explicit dreams, whispering dirty words as you lay unconscious and orgasm after orgasm was pulled from you, but more than that you knew that you’ve heard it somewhere else before. Hearing it again now seemed to spark your memory, but perhaps the fear was hindering you from placing it exactly.

“Open the door. I won’t ask again.”

Steve heard you whimper from the other side of the door. He smirked as he smelled your scent and at the memory of you trying to lose him. It was a valiant attempt and he did rather enjoy letting you think that you actually had a chance. You didn’t. There was no possible way for him to lose you when your very scent was now ingrained in his mind. This destination of yours even worked perfectly for him. Isolated. Surrounded by a thick forest. Miles away from the nearest town. No one would bother you two.

Though he’s been visiting you in your sleep and tasting you to his fill, he has held himself back from fully claiming you. He wanted you conscious for the first time he fucked his cock into you. He wanted you awake when he made you cum hard around him, screaming his name and gushing around his thighs. He wanted you fully aware when he finally claimed you, marking you and binding you to him for all eternity.

It was time.

He rammed his shoulder against the door and it shook on its hinges. You shrieked from the other side, murmuring pleas under your breath for him to leave you alone. He wouldn’t. That’s not how this works. He found his perfect mate and he wasn’t about to let you go. He rammed the door again, putting more of his weight into it. You could hear the wood splinter at the force and tears began to edge your eyes.

“I won’t hurt you, honey. Haven’t I been taking good care of you?”

You screamed as the door flew off its hinges, the cold air of the night blowing in and only worsening your shivering form. You were paralyzed, frozen on the spot as you watched with wide eyes the alpha male posed at your door. His arms were stretched up over his head, the muscles flexing as he gripped onto the doorframe. 

His body was bare, showing off just how strong this predator was and that you didn’t stand a chance. His cock was fully erect, angry and leaking at the tip, and just as intimidating as the rest of him. Another scream was caught in your throat as he drew nearer to you because at that point you were able to recognize him.

Even with the longer messy hair, untamed beard, glowing golden eyes, and elongated canines you still recognized him without a shadow of a doubt. His face was unmistakable and the recent news only made him more so. If that wasn’t enough then the dog tags, the harness around his torso, and the indisputable glint of metal on his back completely gave him away.

Captain Steve Rogers.

The disgraced Captain Steve Rogers.

The hunted down and most wanted Captain Steve Rogers.

He stood before you, smirked, swiped a sharp claw and ripped your clothes down the middle. His eyes darkened in lust at the sight of you bare, that red coat jacket with the hood barely keeping on you. He looked feral. He looked like a hungry animal and by the way he was licking his lips it looked like you were on the menu.

“Hey, Red. Missed me, honey?”

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CHRIS EVANS SIR

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