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“a pleasant smell that frequently accompanies the first rain after a long period of warm, dry weather.”
Summary: You had been working at Bangtan Corporation for almost two years now, and not once have you ever laid eyes on your bosses. That was, until you met them when out with some of your coworkers. Now, you almost wish you hadn’t. Almost.
Some warnings may be added to the beginning of individual chapters.
Will be updated every other Saturday at 5pm PST
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COMING SATURDAY, DECEMBER 3RD: 5PM PST
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Jimin didn’t go all out for your outfit, knowing you preferred comfort over fashion, despite Hoseok’s protests. He picked out a pair of soft leggings and one of Namjoon’s sweatshirts, knowing it was going to be cold, but also that you might need the scent of their pack alpha for support and comfort today.
The pack all knew about how you got anxious around new people and crowds, and made sure that Namjoon scented the sweatshirt before giving it to you, and that they all scented you before you left.
In fact, right when Jiwoo walked through the front door, she opened it up to see Jin and Hobi scenting you, their chins and lips rubbing across your neck and shoulders.
“Alright now guys, I’m not gonna like, take her to a strip club or anything. There is no need to slick your saliva all over your sweet mate.” You freeze in your spot and Hobi just laughs into the crook of your neck. His sister never held back, especially towards him and his pack.
“We are just going shopping today. Girl’s day!” Jiwoo places her bag on the couch as she brings you into a hug, her nose scrunching up a little at the scent coated against your skin from your mates.
“You must be Y/n! I am Jiwoo, this little guy’s older sister.” Jiwoo pulled back from hugging you, one arm pulling Hoseok into her arms as she rubbed her fist into the top of his head causing you to laugh a little at the scene.
“Oh, you think that’s funny, little mate?” Hobi glared playfully in your direction, seeing the grin on your cheeks growing.
“Of course she does! What omega doesn’t love seeing their alpha being teased by their omega older sister!” Jiwoo laughed before letting go of Hoseok.
“Alright now. C’mon! I’ve got lots of plans for bonding today!” Jiwoo took your hand in hers before grabbing her bag and beginning to walk you to the front door before turning around.
“Don’t worry little brother, I’ll make sure she uses your card and that she gets plenty of nesting materials!”
Of course it's going to be released right when my organic chemistry final starts🙃 at least I'll have a nice little reward for after the test! I'm really excited for this chapter💕
“a pleasant smell that frequently accompanies the first rain after a long period of warm, dry weather.”
Summary: You had been working at Bangtan Corporation for almost two years now, and not once have you ever laid eyes on your bosses. That was, until you met them when out with some of your coworkers. Now, you almost wish you hadn’t. Almost.
Wow I’m sorry I didn’t mean to disappear like that Lovelies! Sometimes I forget depression and writers block are a thing until they punch me in the face and force me to go MIA for a hundred years! I guess I’m back? I hope? Fingers crossed? Anyway, I’m sorry this isn’t a TVD fic but I figured Y’all would appreciate something over nothing. I missed you all more than I can say! I hope you enjoy, I love you all!
Description: Draco and y/n are best friends until Draco’s father threatens y/n. She avoids Draco until he confronts her.
Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Hufflepuff!Reader
Warnings: Like none, it’s kinda sad but not really, the only flaw is bad writing
Word count: 3.4k
Tags: Angst, FLUFF
(not my gif, I just love it lol)
Your heart stings from across the courtyard, the gap between you and the blonde boy tangible. For a second you don’t know whether or not your heart is even in your chest anymore or if it’s in his hands. In that case your heart is sitting on a bench, sandwiched between Blaise Zabini and Vincent Crabbe. Maybe he isn’t holding your heart, though, maybe he is your heart, in which case you’re avoiding your heart’s piercing gaze.
Your hands twitch at your sides, itching to grab his or to twist through his silky hair or do anything other than lay idle when he is only mere steps away from you. Your hands ache to touch him and usually you would be doing just that: clinging to his robes or twisting the rings around on his fingers or simply tangling your own fingers with his slender ones. Your hands feel painfully empty without him to hold on to.
That makes sense though, he’s your best friend after all. You’re rarely ever spotted less than five feet away from each other. Everyone at Hogwarts can see how utterly entwined you are, every part of him wrapped around your finger and every part of you sitting precisely in the palm of his hand. You orbit each other, drawn in by a gravity that the rest of the student body can’t deny.
Right now, though, that gravity is being tested and everyone feels a little bit like they’re floating away.
Summary: When the inquisitors are caught assaulting Lord Vaders darling little engineer two things happen. 1. Vader swiflty teaches his underlings a lesson. And 2. The sith lord finally puts his little one in her place. Which unbeknownst to her is beside him.
Warnings: yandere!vader, Suitless!Vader (as in not clinically needed) , possessive!Vader, attempted sexual assault, swearing, canonical violence, threats, coercive & obsessive behaviour, semi forced relationship.
A/N: *insert ben affleck smoking meme here* Like what do i say about this? Incase you didnt already know I love a dark yandere tropes. Powerful Posessive men who will fuck up anyone who touches their darling. So yeah. Backtrack about a week i decided to pop starwars prequel on for background noise then kind of... watched it, then watched Kenobi. Anakin is prety much the definition of a soft obsessive yandere. And vader? Psychotic yandere. And well this is what you get, i genuinely couldnt help it. Enjoy my fuckery while i go yeet myself off a bridge and look for my moral compass.
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You whined, squirming uncomfortably your torso pressed tightly to the table. Tears blurred your vision as you struggled, the chubby face of your tormenter split into a wide grotesque grin. He was seated infront of you pleased with himself. Chuckling to himself before leaning back as he used the force to hold your frail form bent over the table, leaving you vulnerable to the others in the room.
"Aww dont cry, isnt this what you like? The power? The invisible holding you in position? Im sure your used to this? Being bent over like a little bitch" he teased, the others chuckled. Even the gaurds snickered at you. You hissed shaking your head still desperately fighting the force that held you still. But it was no use you were stuck.
"N-no i told you! Theres nothing; stop it! Please!" You cried out, not above begging the fifth brother for some leniency. You knew that your arrival had put a few noses out of joint. Many who spent their lives groveling at the feet of lord vader envied you. The interest the lord had in you roused jealousy and anger.
It wasnt like you had done anything, the terrifying male just didn't ignore you as he did others, nor did he threaten or scold you. Youd done nothing to earn a scolding. Perhaps that was the problem? Because your dealings with the sith lord were secret, so according to the inquisitors and troops you hadnt done anything deserving of his attention. Little did they know you had simply done your job in the background. You served Lord Vader just like them, followed orders given to you. Rumors were rampant and everyone seemed to believe you were some kind of whore.
They hissed filthy things in the corridors as you passed, subtly pointing to you and making vulgar hand gestures before laughing, all the while staring at you like meat. Many thought you had been privileged enough to see him without his suit and won his favor serving him on your back. All of this talk because of you survived his interest for more then a few weeks.
It wasnt like that at all. As always the truth is much more boring then the tall tales whispered in the corridors. In actual fact you were an engineering apprentice. Your unsure how or why but lord vader had seen your personal schematics for new bionic prostetics, ones youd been designing for your sister who'd had a nasty accident when you were a child. He had been impressed by the design and had commissioned you to make one for him. And so you did. You made a state of the art prostetic and fitted it for him. That was all, youd measured him, made it and had been observed cloesly by the sith as you worked, he seemed weary of trusting you at first. You could understand it, you were makingnhim a new limb. but he soon realised that you would consult him everystep of the way without having to be spied upon. your task came to a very lackluster end, you were summoned each night for a week to install and configure it, making final adjustments to it untill it was perfect. And after that were simply sent on your way with a large sum of credits you didnt know what to do with.
It probably didnt help that since that week of evening visits the sith lord made a point to greet you in the halls when he saw you, sometimes a quick nod, other times stopping to ask about projects or give you new orders, usually to do with small issues onboard his ships.
These small interactions didnt go unnoticed, but before you could see the growing animosity in his closest underlings the sith lord had made a habit of checking up on you once a week. He seemed to treat his visits like a reprieve, for a an hour or so he could forget his responsibilities and investigate your latest projects, share thoughts on upgrades to the fleet or codeing on the ships mainframe. He even toyed with the idea of having you look into weaponry for him. You quickly found that he was quite advanced with engineering and coding he seemed to have an affinity for more then just the force. And honestly it made you relax around him, it was easier to forget who he was when your discussing technical advancements. Youd even go as far to say you developed a friendship with him, allbeit a very insignificant long distance one.
The issues surrounding gossip only became apparent when vader needed an impromptu sensitivity adjustment to his hand, his hydraulics had almost crushed his lightsaber in battle and that could not happen again. So he dropped into your tiny personal chop shop on the dark destroyer unannounced. And he was unimpressed to say the least declareing the space was too cramped for talent such as yours and that you needed a bigger space work. That night youd been moved in to his biggest ship; the executor. And given a captains quaters, roomy with its own wash room and new huge workshop to tinker in.
"Oh no, a lie? I wonder what he does to you when you spout lies?" The fifth brother rose with another cackle, a high pitched wheezing laugh of a weak man. He pressed forward, palms flat on the table before you, scoffing down at you.
"I dont; we dont even! Please let me go! I havent done anything!" You panicked craning your head as much as you could with your neck cramping from pressure behinde it. Tears glazing your eyes but you refused to let them fall. This was your fault, you'd come to the meeting room intent on waiting for lord vader to inform him of a new code youd been asked to develop.
Vader had asked you to investigate a possible track and trace protocol that could be useful to the control room. Youd managed to create something better. Discovering a way to automatically target hackers and implant spyware into the assailants system not only ravaging their communication but also relaying all data to the executors own systems.
In your excitement youd sought out lord vader, forgetting that the only true safe places for you on this ship were your quarters and workshop. And thats when you were unceremoniously dragged into the room and the taunting began.
"Oh, you would have us believe your not whoreing yourself out to him? Honestly its laughable. So pathetic, you think we dont notice. That we dont see his favor of you? Perhaps we can share in his delights-" the words were venom, spat at you with greed and loathing. A sinister promise below them as he began rounding the table in your direction.
"NO! NOOO! STOP LET ME GO!" You screamed trying to shake his hand away as his palm landed on your shoulder skimming your back making your skin crawl. You sobbed trying the thrash as the fifth brothers hand moved over you, following the dip in your back heading south with intent. You struggle, fighting as much as you could as the inquisitors hands roamed you, squeezing, rubbing and pinching making crude comments to the others about what a comfortable ride you must be. All the while you begged for him to stop. Threats of what would happen when vader found out were on the tip of your tongue. But fear of your own retribution should you use your lord in such a way made you bite your tongue.
You felt it before you heard anything, the atmosphere changed. The room grew cold and a sense of anticipation hung in the air as the door behind you opened. Everyone froze as the mechanical breathing of your lord cut through the room leaving no doubt to who had just waled in. It was clear no one had thought this through. You could almost hear their panicked thoughts wondering how they didn't feel him coming? But then again it was lord vader, if he didnt want to be detected he wouldnt be, it was part of his arsenal.
You heard him pause at the door, his feet planted to the floor in what could only be him taking in the sight before him.
You felt a shame youd never experienced before wash over you hearing your lords breaths break through the silence. You stayed pinned down face flaming in mortified defeat as you knew he was staring at you pitifully bent over the table. Your ass though covered by your uniform was still displayed,and in your mind a little too large to feel decent bent over like this. Your tears finally fell as your lord saw first hand how truley weak you were. It was soul crushing to think this may be the moment the sith finally realised how pathetic you were.
You bit your lip, holding your breath for a moment waiting for what ever was to come next, resigning yourself to the fate lord Vader chose. A laugh, taunting? Disappointment? Or maybe lord vader will simply ignore your situation and abandon you, let the fifth brother continue as he pleased.
"What. Is. This?" The words were distorted, almost lost in translation despite being spoken slowly between breaths. You could almost say the voice coded words sounded angry. No one made a move to answer him, probably because you all knew he wasn't asking whats going on, he was asking for an explanation. He wanted to know who and what had instigated such an attack. He wanted to see if anyone would lie. It was. Test, a challenge noone accepted.
You expected to hear a plethora of excuses, stuttering words or apologies. Hell even a ridiculous 'she attacked me' lie. But no. Instead you heard the inquisitors fearful gasps, they crouched and jerked back from their lord. Cowering. Had you not still been held down you too would have buckled under the quick, scalding burst of rage that permeated the air making it thick and painfull to breath. Or perhaps it was just your fearful anxiety that was threatening to suffocate you. You felt the darkness seeping into the room, a rageing tidal wave of fury and disgust, you dread to think what it felt like to the other force sensitve occupants.
The need and rage rolled into one as Vader finally spied what was causing the commotion. He made sure to pluck the force in the room with a vengeful malice, pressing his anger into the threads of the inquisitors own force making them each take a scuttle back in fear.
Vader tolerated many things on his fleet that he probably shouldn't. The occasional celebration, small quantities of alcohol hell he granted sick leave when people clearly faked their illness. He even overlooked some force sensitive stormtroopers, going as far as to mask them with his own force signiture when palpantine decided to visit. He would turn a blind eye to them aslong as they were loyal to him. Yes. He allowed these things to slip past the net so to speak, he never wanted to be as restrictive as the jedi.
But assaulting a young female who served him was not something he would allow.
Especially when its his favourite woman in the entire fleet. A young engineer who had enhanced his bionic hand to the point it no longer caused him pain once attatched.
He had grown fond of his little engineer. You were a marvel to behold, new concepts and technology seemed to just pour from you when you began tinkering or coding, you seemed to do the impossible. It hadnt taken him long to come to the conclusion that you were worth the time and effort. He could give you the means to make great things, you could innovate and modify his own fleet of ships and grant him an edge which they currently lacked.
But in the time he had indulged you, he had become somewhat attached, lines had been blurred. He told himself it was to manipulate you. That he needed to get close to bend you to his will without threats of violence;they would make you nervous and bring about mistakes which he did not want to deal with.
And he also wanted to understand this new odd darkness he felt. It was almost like Anakin and vader combined into this depraved poisonous yet protective longing. He wanted you. All of you, he wanted to crawl inside of your mind and occupy your every thought, to have your heart for himself and be your entire reason for living. He wanted to keep you mind, body and soul, to own you. To never allow anyone to ever see or speak to you. He needed to be your everything.
And most confusing of all? He wanted to protect you. Sheild you from any who would dare harm you. Not out of sentiment, or maker forbid love. But because you were his. You belonged to him, why would he allow anyone to tarnish what is rightfully his? He always belived his protective urges were because you were small. Defenceless and naive, much like padme. There was a quiet reverence to you he had come to appreciate and crave. He coveted your admiration, fed off of it.
He knew he was toeing the line. He was more attached to you then he would like to admit. He was bordering possessive, he didnt like you being far from him, which was the reason for moving you onto his own ship. He'd thought it would be enough to have you on the executor, walking the same halls never being too far from him, he'd made certain your clearance never allowed you to wander into the bowels of the ship. You were contained to a quadrant spanning five levels and six hundred metres squared. Not that you had realised that yet.
But having you here handlt quelled his obsessive need for you, and so he had still been keeping a close eye on you. Shadowing you, checking your movements during the day by tracing your unique access code. And when he had a spare few moments he'd hunt you down and give you random meaningless tasks just so he had a reason to give you orders inperson. Not that you seemed to notice. Or if you did, you didnt mind.
It was your ignorance to his odd behaviour that spurred him on. Excited him even, you were someone who accepted his dominance without question or complaint. Not in a fearful sense either. You didnt cower from him, your life force didnt tremble or try to resist him when his own prodded at you. There was just a calm understanding there, you accepted his might. Even when the power radiating off of him was suffocating, you still sat there obediently, loyally waiting his next command without trying to escape his presence. It was refreshing to not have to pretend, or put on hiers and graces. He could be the rough, demanding and powerfull man he was, without judgment. Which was more he could say for padme. And unlike padme you were far too meak and loyal to ever think of crossing him. You wont abandon him, you wont stab him in the back, you were a suitable alternative to padme, because you already accepted him the way he was.
It pleased him. You pleased him. And you will continue to please him as he sees fit.
Vader hovered by the door for a moment assessing the scene once more commiting it to memory. It was very rare he had to do a double take to actually belive his own eyes, but this was one of those rare occasions. And the fool whod dare touch his engineer was to shell shocked to remove his hands. It would seem he really did have to do everything around here. Oh well.
There was a beat of cruel anticipation, violence echoed silence in the room. And then you felt rather than heard a lightsaber rush across your back. You yelped out in surprise as heat engulfed your spine, uncomfortably hot like your skin was on the cusp of sun burn, yet not actually damaging you. There was a second scream accompanying yours. The fifth brother screeched an agonising blood curdling pained scream. And you felt something hit your back, the weight of the force was lifted instantly. You took a breath and jerked upright so fast you had to hold the table to stop yourself from falling over. You peered to your right only to stumble back a step as you saw what happened. And more importantly what had landed on you.
"Oh;oh god" you covered your mouth seeing the fifth brother panicking on the floor withering in pain holding up his arms to his face unable to belive what he was seeing. Your stomach turned as you saw the violent sight. Two cautorized stumps adorning each arm, a diagonal cut across each. And the hands that had tormented you were twitching on the floor loosing their colour, fading to a deathly blue.
"My lord you? His hands?" You whispered, trembling as you realised those hands had been what fell on to your back. Severed hands! Your chest tightened as your eyes roamed the sight of the whithering man before you. You vaguely heard the sound of lord vaders lightsaber retracting, but didnt react, far to focused on the sight before you.
With a slight yelp and jolt you pivoted as Vader approach you, closing the last few inches. But he did not allow you to move, one gloved hand pressing into your side keeping your back to him. You felt his fingers twitch as he held you stil.
He relished in the feel of finally touching you openly, cursing his suits thick gloves wanting to feel your supple flesh with his own skin. But he also enjoyed the intimidation his suit provided him. It was the only reason he wore it, the fear factor.
Your breath hitched as vaders hand dug into your side firmly easing you back into him. His huge frame shadowing yours, so close his cloak was falling around your own shoulders as his body skimmed yours.
"Hush little one." He ordered lightly. You peered over your shoulder flicking your gaze to him and then back to the floor holding your breath for a moment swallowing down your panic with a firm nod and released a slow breath, edging yourself away from an all out anxiety attack with practiced ease.
"Good girl. Always soo obedient, soo loyal. Youd never defy me would you?" You could hear the grin in his words, the pridful taunting thats prodded the others in a veiled threat. Vader moved his hands cross you, tucking one arm arcross your waist completely aligning your body with his. Making a show of holding you as close to him as possible.
You flushed keeping your eyes on his mask not wanting to be seen as rude. Though it was hard to maintain your gaze with your heart stuttering in your chest. You merely shook your head silently at his question. No, youd never defy him. Never, you looked up to him. So much so you felt it was him who should be emperor, after all it was vader who lead the troops, vader who fought and won the battles. It was vader who people feared and respected. He got his hands dirty and was actually fighting for something. Palpantine just seemed to make decrees and force others to do his bidding.
"Its a shame others dont follow suit. To think my own inquisitors sought to steal from me, right under my nose on my own ship" he continued speaking. Completely ignoring the other inquisitors as they still stood cowering on the far end of the table, making sure to keep their distance and avoid their lords anger. You didnt have time to fully register his words before he was speaking once more, berating his servant's whilst not giving them any of his actual attention both punishing and Insulting them.
"They believed i would allow them to sully you with no consequences. They feel that they are indispensable. Yet you have done more for me then all of them combined" you flushed absentmindedly shaking your head and tried to tuck into yourself and hide your face at the soft praise. You knew it was to rub salt into the wound, to embarrass them. These great force weilding soldiers were less usefull then a silly weak engineer that hadn't even finalised her training.
"I had thought i could trust them with you. That their so called loyalty to me would prevail over their jealousy. It seems i have over estimated them. They are not loyal, but frightened. They have no respect, just fear" vaders words were a harsh taunt, turning sinister and vicious with an air of mocking and dark sarcasm that he was known for throught out the fleet.
"And rightly so." You heard more fearful inhales from the others in the room,but you couldnt bring yourself to acknowledge them. You didnt dare disrespect your lord by disregarding his attention in favor of those who were so far below him.
"M-my lord i would have stopped, i was teasing Ugh-gagh!" Your head snapped up to the fifth brother as he stupidly opened his mouth and tried to defend his actions. You flintched as your lord moved, arm snapping out infront of you and the fith brother gurgled on his own words, choking.
"She is not yours to tease or torment" you watched in a horrified fascination as vaders hand fingers curled slightly. It looked like he was commanding a puppet, tugging invisible strings, choking the fifth brother slowly. Youd admit it was terrifying to behold, youd never seen this before and to be so close? You were conflicted. It was like watching a crash, you knew what was to come, you should look away but you couldnt. Something in you wanted to see it.
"Perhaps you should offer an apology? My little one is merciful. She is one for granting second, third and fourth chances" vader teased, enjoying dangling a bone infront of such an undeserving mutt. A thrill shot up your spine as you realised he was doing this for you baiting the dying man just to let you have a moment of retribution. Though being the cruel man he was vader made sure to tighten his grip. To cut off any sounds this squeeling little pig would try to make. And he did try to plead his case, eyes flicking to you begging for mercy.
You shivered pressing back into vader as the scene continued to unfold. Even when this man was dying you were afraid of him. And yet you weren't afraid of the sith lord commiting the act. Vader had to be provoked, you reasoned to yourself trying to fend off the uncomfortable thoughts trying to arise. After all vader had mentioned in passing about entering minds to gather information. You wonder if he could read your thoughts in real time.
"No? Well then" vaders dealthy teasing took an amused tone. He was enjoying this for a change. Especially when you released a soft half giggle under your breath at his dark sarcasm. It was irronically entertaining as your once powerful assailant made to grab his throat with two stumps. His eyes widened in true panic as he realised there was no way he could escape, he couldnt even claw at the grip tightening around his throat. You vaguely noticed that he was still firmly on the ground, which for some reason made you think it was somehow worse? It was one thing to be choked lifted from the floor, kicking your feet helplessly. But another sadistic torment to be choking on nothing whislt on the ground trying to clutch at your throat with no hands.
Vader hummed in approval at your minute glee, he always sensed a tiny dark spec on your pristine soul. You craved justice, to the point you enjoyed karma. You liked watching the odds get evened out. He even toyed with the possibility of that being why you were so loyal to him. That you looked to him as that balanceing force. The one to even the odds in the galaxy. It filled him with a delicious heat to think deep down you enjoy the way he was punishing your attacker. He felt righteous and godly as you relaxed into his hold watching the life slowly drain from someone who had made you beg and cry for mercy.
Your eyes locked onto the fifth brother as his body finally succumb to lord vader. He collapsed in a heap on the floor beside his hands. You arched back instinctively not wanting to touch the body.
"It is a pity. He was adequate in the force. Useful. But i will not ignore such an insult. Though while we are here let us make this a learning experience" his voice quivered with anticipation, not that his voice coder would give away his excitement.
You gasped, hands flying to the thick leather clad arm wrapped around you,clutching him as he moved you. Spinning around hoisting you off of the ground so he could keep you against him as he turned on the horrified inquisitors. It was when vader began speaking again you flush and willed yourself to dissappear, making yourself seem smaller against him. The others stared at you in a looks of shock, anxiety and disdain.
"This is mine. She belongs to me and me alone. And anyone who looks at her, let alone touches her without my permission will be..." vader explained making sure there was no mistake. He paused with a glance to the corpse before quipping his final amused remark.
"Decommissioned. Am i understood?" The hissed question snapped you back to reality and you began answering, only to catch yourself, covering your mouth with your hands when you realised he wanst actually talking to you. You felt rather then heard him huff a light chuckle against your back, the light humming was followed by a light squeeze against your tummy.
"Yes lord vader" the chorus of affirmation seemed to satisfy him and he placed, you back ont the floor, and took half a step back, yet still hovered closer then was needed.
"Good. If i were you I'd make sure to complete your asigned tasks before my return. Come along little one. We have much to discuss" and with that he turned on his heel and began exiting the room.
"Y-yes my lord" you squeaked quickly following him wanting to escape the inquisitors now hateful gaze.
You kept your head down, eyes fixed on the floor following the dark cape skimming the floor in front of you. You tried not to think of what had just happened. You didnt want to relive the ordeal or try to excuse any of it. You knew you'd overthink everything. Especially the way lord vader had held you so closely. The way he'd defended you so fiercely, how he'd not even just disposed of fifth brother, but mutilated him first with his lightsaber. Which he only ever ignited when truly angry or readying for battle.
Your heart jumped in your chest at that particular thought, if he was angered that meant he cared? Meant that you held some form of worth to him? Your stomach joy rushing through you. Youd admit to holding a fondness for your lord. Your admiration of of him had slowly grown into Something reminiscent of a school girl crush... only a very gaurded and respectful variation of a crush. Afterall he was your lord, a sith and the most unpredictable yet powerfull man in the galaxy. You had to be careful.
"You are unharmed?" The words spooked you as he finaly broke the silence and you looked around startled. So lost in your thoughts you hadnt paid much attention to your suroundings. Not that you needed to, everyone made way for lord vader in the halls, so you didnt need to be too aware when following him.
But had you been paying attention you might not have been so stunned when you realised you were in a huge living quarters. A sprawling expanse of black glistening tiles, black matte walls inlayed with glowing beams of light illuminating an array of practical dark furniture scattered pleasantly across the space. Frosted tinted glass acted as partition walls seperating various areas and a partiality concealed a bed room off to the far side of course the huge bed was also draped in a mix of black and maroon silk and velvet sheets.
The room was dwarfed by a window peaking out into the expanse of space, it stretched across the entire quarters in aligned sections. It reminded you of the one in the pilots control center, only this one was almost floor length. It took you a few moments to realise you may have just been lead into lord vaders private chambers.
"Y-yes my lord, thanks to you. I;" you uttered uncomfortably trying to bite down the slight panic at being brought here. Not that you thought he would kill you, it was just odd. Vader was above all unpredictable.
Glancing forward you frowned and took another slow step forward. He had disappeared, venturing deeper into the sprawling space whilst you appraised the decor. In your anxiety you began turning, trying see where vader had gone. Sensing your trepidation he called out to you, beckoning you to him.
"This way little one" you followed his voice only to pause stunned in to silence as your eyes laid on him. He had stepped away from the main open living area into a half concealed office. His back turned to you. But thats not what made you pause. No, it was when you saw his hands clasp his mask and free it from his head. A mane of wavy hair fell to his neck and he drew a deep breath as if thankfull to be free of the constricting head piece.
Your brain seemed to stutter, stalling as words died on your tongue and your mouth hand open for a moment. You never thought youd be privileged enough to see your lords true visage. It was a fantasy not even you had toyed with. Not even when you had been working on his hand, skimming the skin of his arm delicatly as you directed him to twist this way and that so you could concentrate on the connections.
He kept his back to you, slowly removing his gloves, one hand coming to his face obviously nipping the tip of a finger to remove a glove and then the second heavy leather joined its twin on the desk.
"Im pleased the inquisitors didnt cause any damage. It seems i should have kept a closer eye on you. Your far too delicate to let roam. The others think they are safe, belive me when i tell you they are not. They will pay their penance in time" you shuddered greedily lapping up his honeyed tone. Why was his soft voice more menacing then the deep voice recorder and harsh breaths?
It was unsettling, the way you could have been lulled easily from the gentle yet authoritative tone. His demand for respect was so ingrained into him you couldnt help but listen as he spoke. Though at the threat lacing his words you faltered slightly, you did feel somewhat responsible for the incident.
"It was my fault my lord. I had gone looking for you to deliver the new security codeing. You said once i finished to find you and i should have known not to approach the meeting room when the inquisitors;" you tried to argue, though you were unsure why you felt as if everything was your fault. Afterall you couldnt control the inquisitors, and they didnt exactly deserve your mercy after standing by and letting that wretch almost have his way with you for no other reason then jealousy.
"Do not try to make excuses for their deceite. You are above such foolishness" the order was harsh and swift stopping your explanation in its tracks as you tried to take the blame. The ire in his tone and way he flicked off his cloak violently made you bite your lip remaining silent. You peaked up at him hearing him cross the space.
My god. He was a devil. A frightening handsome devil. His face had softer features then you thought. Beautiful and cherub like. Yet there was a sinister undertone to him, a powerful gaze. Yellow eyes, they were haunting in a way, so unique but only enhanced the dark beauty he possesed.
He paused before you, drawing a deep breath tilting his face and concentrated on you. His yellow gaze penetrated you. You could almost feel him burrowing into you, as if he was searching your soul for something. Trying to unravel you and collect your secrets. What ever he found must have pleased him. His face split into a grin and his hands raised, one cupping either side of your face making you look at him. You didnt flinch, you didnt ever gasp as his cool bionic palm cupped your cheek. All you could do was blink up at him owlishly, unsure what he expected from you. But even through your shock you did take comfort in his happiness, feeling yourself smile back up at him.
"You are indispensable to me, you will be moved here where i can keep a close watch over you." His words were alight with a strange glee. You gasped when he tipped his own head to yours his nose skimming yours. You felt slightly uncomfortable, he seemed off? Not that you claimed to know him, because in all honesty you knew very little. He'd allowed you to uncover small details in your time spent together. But you couldnt help feel he was acting out of character. Your interaction felt foreboding, like there was something just around the corner that he was slowly leading up to. That he had a plan for you that could be something wonderful, or incredibly unsettling.
"From now on you are to be by my side at all times outside of these quarters and you workshop. I trust nothing and no one with you. This incident will not repeat itself because you strayed from me. Am i understood." The order came with its own slight chastisement. A light warning laced in the vaguely possesive words.
"Of course my lord" you didnt hesitate. He grinned, eyes darkening with a pridful victory. It was only in this moment, this final test where he truley revealed himself to you that he had realised his true victory. Your obedience to him was second nature, he'd cultivated it. Made sure his authority over you was absolute. That his dominion over you was indisputable, whether he was in his feared suit or out of it. Youd agree to anything he suggested, and youd do it of your own accord with no need for threats or violence.
He chuckled lightly befor dragging your head down and pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead. The action stole your breath and before you could even wonder over the unprompted affection he had stepped back releasing you completely from his hold and turned motioning for you to take a seat in the communal living area.
"You are not disagreeing. Such a good girl. My good girl. You can see i do not have the patience for such frivolous games today" his giddy words were thrown over his shoulder whilst he rounded one of the sofas and then he sat heavily, releasing a sigh as he took the weight off of his feet. You followed him, somewhat in a daze, growing more confused by the second. But dutifully followed him and sat on the spot he patted next to him. Obeying the unspoken demand to sit as close to him as possible.
"I am pleased that the circulating gossip has not hindered your resolve or frightened you off" he continued the conversation as if it were nothing substantial. Like he hadnt just thrown you for a loop and shook you to your core with unwarranted, yet not unwelcome affecton.
"Yo-You heard those?" You stuttered trying not to falter as you held the conversation, you didnt want to disappoint him now. Especially when he was behaving so unpredictably. Youd seen his face, you were a loose end now, you knew some of his best kept secrets. It was humbling and exciting, but even in your excitement you understood the danger you could have stumbled into.
"Indeed. Though i did not confirm or deny such things, i belived if others thought you were mine it may offer you some form of extra protection when my back was turned. I was mistaken" he shifted plcing an arm around your shoulder and pulled you to him. He didnt seem to want to let you go, literally. He'd never shown this type of affection to you before today, youd never had any inclination that he was one to seek out this kind of touching. But he couldnt seem to help it, and he didnt seem to be stopping anytime soon. You flushed as a tiny voice in the back of your mind could barely contain her shy approval. You certainly didnt mind him holding you.
"My lord i; i didnt. I never told anyone that we were? Involved or or anything. I didnt mention what i was summoned for. It was no ones business. I did deny all rumours- or at least tried;" you tried to explain, fearful that he thought you wer e trying to climb rank useing his authority. You sat up, pulling away from him as you spoke wanting to make eye contact with him so he could see the truth in your eyes. But something engulfed you. A pressure pinning you to his side, firmly encouraging you to lean on his chest and tuck your head below his. You whined realising he was useing the force to position you. Your whimpers were quietened down by him hushingyou, his hand rubbing your arm soothingly. It was when you stopped fighting that the pressure left your body.
"I am well aware you had nothing to do with the gossip. Unfortunately such things happen on board all vessels. There is nothing we can do to quell them. Even if i had wanted to." He hummed, his hand rising from your shoulder to twist a lock of your hair and tuck it behind your ear.
"You look shocked." He stated with a deep chuckle, amused by your stunned silence. But continued to distract himself with your hair, knuckles grazing your neck whilst his fingers twisted the soft locks.
"I, yes, well... did you not want to stop the rumours? i dont understand" you mnaged to whisper quietly, stumbling over your words trying to make atleast one coherent sentence and not look a fool.
"Understand? what is there to understand? I am not blind. You are an attractive young woman. You have a brilliant mind and submissive personality as well as being loyal, true loyaltyis a rare find in the empire. I am not adverse to the idea of keeping you for myself." He uttered casually, treating the topic like something as mundane as the weather. It almost became a monologue, him listing his feelings methodically, speaking them aloud like he'd only just rationalised them.
"Infact i thought i made a compelling argument with the inquisitors. I do hope there is no confusion on your part" your stomach dropped , reality settling like a rock in your chest. You couldnt help feeling there was still more to this. A sinister undertone had crawled into his final words. But you couldnt discern if he ws actually threatening you, or is he was genuinely asking you if he had made himself clear.
"Well i? Yes? No? I; im sorry but i dont completely understand? When you say keep me to yourself? Do you mean as an underling?" Your resolve quivered when he threw his head back and bellowed a laugh, one hand dropping to his stomach as he did so.
"Oh sweet angel, you truly are a naive little thing arent you?" He teased lightly through his amusement shaking his head to rid himself of the remaining laugher threatening to escape him. You shrunk face glowing a bright red, unsure if he'd just complimented or insulted you. He felt your embarrassed pout and glanced down at you tipping your head up to face him smirking down at you with mischief.
"But to answer your question, under or on top. It makes no difference as long as i am your only partner, a will not share, you are mine to fuck and fill." Your jaw dropped. No. What? No he couldnt have meant? Surely not! He chuckled again sending you a devilsh look, soaking up the innocent shock and riseing flush on your face. He enjoyed your reaction to his vulgarity, he noted the way you tremble, your thighs tensing. He was tempted to brush overthem and drawmmore sweet breaths from you, let you taste what was to come. But he also knew he needed to make himself clear first. Youd probably have a heart attack if he didnt allow you time to register your new-found role.
"Speechless? Fear not there will be plenty of time for us to explore such things now that you will reside here along side me" he soothed pressing the two fingers to your chin, closing your mouth which only furthered you embarrassment. And he wasnt finished, it seemed he very much enjoyed making you squirm and continued.
"Rest assured I have no intentions on rushing you little one. Though your new uniform will be here by morning and i will make it known that there is a lady Vader on board. Should anyone be confused i will enlighten them personally" you didnt pay mind to the mention of new uniform, no. Instead the title of lady vader echoed in your head like a mantra, you were so stunned by it you almost missed the blatant threat of violence that followed.
"Wha- wait? You really mean to? You wish to be with me intimately?" Your voice cracked, making you clear your throat whislt trying to collect your thoughts that were running wild. The images of you and him tangled in the huge bed youd spied earlier were almost too much for you to bare. You tensed your legs trying not to think about having such a powerfull man ravage you, how he could possibly use his immense power to his advantage in the bedroom.
"It has been my plan yes. You captured my attention, my intrest. And have not disappointed me like so many others. slowly my feelings have morphed into affection, need. A desire for companionship. Something i have not felt for a very long time. I will not waste this opportunity, we will wed soon enough" with that he had finally revealed his intentions. You drew a deep breath trying to keep the air in your lungs and not squeak pitifully like a cornered mouse. You knew it, you were right, he did infact have a masterplan for you.
At your panicked silence vader grew defensive. His aura thickened and the room seemed to darken and cool as the seconds ticked by. He curled his fingers pinching your chin firmly drawing your attention back to him.
"I decided you will remain by my side. And i warn you now, whether you are inclined to agree with me is irrelevant. The decision was made long ago little one" his words grew icey, eyes sharpening to dreadfully observant daggers. You swallowed, nodding to him feeling a fright you hadnt felt since your first few encounters with the sith.
"I understand my lord. So i will stay here? And shadow you?" You agreed trying tp placate him and calm whatever frustration was building in him. You had no objections. Youd do as he asked gladly, you were just blindsided and surprised. If only you had the courage to admit that and voice your feelings.
Whatever darkness washed over him faded quickly and his face relaxed from an eerily calm anger, to a soft contented smile. Your quick compliance and following curiosity seemed to have quelled whatever darkness had arisen inside of him.
"Yes. We will spend a majority of our time together, either here on my fleet or my home on mustafa." You nodded slowly taking it in. The reality, this was happening. He had planned your life, planned your relationship, and the way he was so self assured in his ideas for your future showed that he had thought this through, played with the idea long enough to work around any issues tht might arise. Youd also made sure not to flinch at the mention of that terrifying planet. It was somewhere you'd never want to visit, but you doubt you'd get a choice in the matter.
"And my work? I mean will i still...after we are? wed?" You inquired wanting to pull the conversation away from mustafa. But also clarify exactly what your lord had instore for you. His face lit up, youd pleased him by insinuating your upcoming nuptials. Quietly accepting the future he had planned.
"I would never impede your personal growth. You are free to keep your workshop. And i will give you tasks to keep you occupied when i am away on business" you closed your eyes in relief. He may have sprung this on you and expect you to obey him without complaint. But atleast he wasnt going to lock you up and let you suffer bordem. Youd have some freedom.
"Thank you my lord, your words mean alot to me. I fear what would happen if i was left with nothing to do" you quickly voiced your appreciation. Still hesitant but compliant, your lord had made up his mind, and you were not going to tempt fate by arguing. You were however going to try and explain yourself. The last thing you wanted was for him to doubt your loyalty and obedience.
"A-and just? For what it is worth I... i am inclined to persue this relationship my lord. I was just shocked earlier, i meant no disrespect. I didnt mean to anger you. I am sorry if i upset you"
"Apology accepted" he hummed dragging you to lie on his chest once more. This time his arms coiling around you protectively. You melted into him. Despite having the beejeezus scared out of you moments ago you couldnt help but give into him. This had been what youd fantasised about hadnt it? Being held by your lord? Having him trust you, showing you affection and being special to him. Although you admit this was much better then your late night guilty pleasures. Not only was he holding you so sweetly, he had trusted you enough to let you see what lies beneath his mask. As ridiculous as it sounded, you couldnt help feeling that you could be happy with him, despite how intimidating he could be.
Still you couldnt help but want to make things right. To reassure him and smooth over any lingering unpleasant thoughts he may have over your silence earlier.
"It just caught me unawares. I admire you and was surprised by your words. I can admit to harbouring a crush on you. Even before today, but i never thought that..." you trailed off slowly conveying your thoughts wordlessly, trying your best to find a solace. A stability in the new situation you found yourelf in. His quick temper had shaken you, youd never had such a misstep with him before. And you didnt want to repeat it.
"Then that just makes for a happy ending doesnt it little one. Come we will eat and then rest. Tomorrow is going to be a busy day" he rose from the sofa taking your hand pulling you along side him gently.
"But in the end it will be worth it for you to watch the colour drain from my inquisitors faces when they see you take your place beside me" he lamented with a twisted grin thinking about the fun he was going to have tormenting those pathetic mutts.
You couldnt help a jolt of excitement race through you at the thought. It would be nice seeing their smug hatred become terror when your new position was anounced. Hell it would be nice to be beside lord vader, even if your future was completely dictated by him. You really would do anything for him, it was a sobering thought, but not unpleasant. How many people can say their fantasies became reality? But then again its said that when the gods truley wish to punish us they make our dreams come true. Only time will tell if this was your fairytale or your punishment.
summary. — BROOKLYN’S FAVOURITE PHANTOM — after an art gallery rejects your best friend, it’s your responsibility to cheer him up.
pairing. — dark!best friend!Steve Rogers x innocent!fem!reader.
warnings. — DUBCON, coercion, manipulation, dark themes, lying, smut, Captain kink, facefucking, deepthroating, oral (m receiving), vibrator use (on r), innocence kink, corruption kink, praise, mild degradation, dom/sub (?), pet names (petal, baby), probably unrealistic, steve has a big cock, allusions/mentions of oral (f receiving), and more. 18+ MINORS DNI!
word count. — ~1.9k
author’s note. — the purgatory’s masterlist. posting order is the chronological order in this au. MINORS DNI! 18+ ONLY! @hansensfics
“W– Well… How about this, Stevie? How about I cheer you up!” you propose, handing your slightly older friend a tissue. He uses it to wipe his nose, and he looks at you. “I don’t think I can be cheered up, petal. It’ll take me a few days to get over this,” Steve solemnly tells you.
“I mean—of course! But right now, maybe we can do something to cheer you up?” you urge, clasping your hands together and pointing them in his direction. “Oh, I don’t know, petal…” he quietly trails off. “C’mon! There’s gotta be something I can do to make you forget about it for a little…”
While you try to remember if there’s any popcorn left over from the movie night you had with your stepfather the day before, Steve lights up with an idea.
“There's something… But you don’t have to do it, of course,” he murmurs, and you immediately perk up. “What do you mean, Stevie? Of course, I want to do it! Anything for you,” you say, sitting on his lap as you’ve always done since the beginning of the friendship.
“I'll tell you, but you have to promise you won’t tell anyone. I mean anyone—not your guest, not your boss, not your neighbour, and definitely not your stepdad. Okay? Do you promise, petal?” Steve questions, his face and tone more stern than usual. It’s probably because he’s upset.
“I pinky promise, Stevie,” you go a step further, and you hook your finger onto his. You smile at your friend, but he doesn’t return it.
“Good girl. Now… Get on the bed for me, baby. And don’t sit on it, just kneel,” he explains, pulling you off his lap and standing up. You immediately do what he says, grinning when he gives you a wink and a thumbs up. “Such a good listener. Gosh, I’m so lucky to have you, petal.”
As Steve speaks, he doesn’t face you. His head tilts downwards, and he rifles through his drawer. He pulls out a pink, phallic-shaped object. The shade is vibrant, and you wonder if he bought it for you. You adore fun colours like that.
“Can you do something else for me, petal?” he requests, and you immediately agree. “Can you take your clothes off, please?” Steve pleads, shutting the drawer and walking towards you.
You furrow your eyebrows in confusion and wonder why seeing you naked would make Steve happy—but you decide to do it anyway.
In just a few seconds, you’re free of any clothing. You fold your outfit—undergarments and all—and place them in a pile at the corner of his messy bed. His comforter is wrinkled and dark blue, kind of like his watercolour painting of the sky he did a while back.
“Now, I’m gonna put this somewhere, and it’s gonna make a sound and even vibrate, but you can’t move, petal,” he calmly tells you, and without him ordering, you squeeze your eyes shut. Steve lets out that sweet chuckle you always love hearing. “So good, aren’t you?”
His warm hands come to your knees and he pushes them apart. One hand reaches for your core, and Steve is surprised to find it slightly damp. With his thumb, he brings the vibrator to life and places it on the highest setting, not caring to get you prepared for it.
You let out a gasp that sounds like a moan from the sudden vibrations at your core. The sensation is unlike anything you’ve ever felt, and you’re so confused. You lean forward just a bit and finally open your eyes, looking up at steve.
“Shh—It’s okay, petal. It’s nothing bad,” he soothes you, caressing your face to get you to relax a bit. The pleasure between your legs is overwhelming. “O– Okay… Feels weird, though. Hot. Kind of like those tingles I told you about,” you whisper before moaning.
Steve’s jaw clenches and his cock twitches in his trousers. He’s so hard it hurts. He needs a reprieve.
His hand moves to your mouth, and he coaxes it open. He doesn’t bother to explain what he’s about to do. His other hand unzips his pants and pushes the fabric down, along with his boxers. “You’re gonna look even prettier with my cock stuffed in that cute mouth, petal,” he whispers, stroking his thickness.
You continue to whine and moan as Steve hisses from the friction he gives his cock. His tip weeps with pre-cum, and before the bead can fall and stain his sheets, he pushes into your mouth.
A heavy weight fills your mouth and rests on your wet tongue, muffling your sounds. But the vibrations spur him on, and so Steve shoves his length further down your cavern. His balls nearly touch your chin, and your nose almost meets his pelvis.
“Shit—That mouth was made for suckin’ my cock, baby. C’mon, open your eyes—look at me, petal. Your captain wants to see those sweet doe eyes,” he urges, biting back a series of groans. Your throat constricts around Steve’s cock, the tightness and sounds of you gagging making him want to blow his load right then and there. “That’s it, good girl.”
Your eyes water from the intrusion, and your mouth is stuffed to the brim with your best friend’s dick. You’re not sure what to focus on—his member in your mouth, his manly taste, or the building feeling at your core. You want Steve’s help desperately, but you can’t call for him.
“Try and keep your teeth away from it, petal. You don’t wanna hurt me, do you?” he warns, testing the waters by giving a shallow thrust. You gag immediately, but he shushes you. “And try not to do that either, baby.”
You nod your head as best as you can, placing your hands on Steve’s thighs to get his attention. When you realise he’s waiting for you to tell him what’s wrong, you point downwards to where the pink toy is.
“Aw, is it too much for that little pussy?” he questions, but you’re not sure what to say. “You’re a good girl, just take this dick and make a mess on that vibrator for me, petal. Don’t you want me to be happy?” Steve questions, knowing you can’t answer him.
He leaves it at that and drags his hips backwards, before pushing forward once more. In no time, your saliva coats his cock and makes it all shiny. You try to breathe through your nose and not thrash around under Steve, wanting to cheer him up as best as you can.
But only a few movements in and you’re already coming undone. Slick gushes from your drooling fuckhole and your eyes roll back into your head. Your nails dig into the thick skin of Steve’s thighs, and you can hear him cursing more than a sailor.
“Fuck—you’re so pretty when you come, baby,” he mutters, fucking your face relentlessly. Spit coats the lower half of your visage and drips everywhere, staining Steve’s cock. Each time he pulls away from your warm mouth, strings of saliva stretch from your face to him. “Yeah, keep making those slutty sounds for your Captain.”
You quickly find yourself getting overstimulated from the vibrator that tortures your swollen clit. It doesn’t give you a break or a chance to catch your breath—and neither does Steve. His large hands come up to the sides of your skull, and he brings you towards him.
Sliding all the way down his length, you fight your gag reflex and swallow around his cock, making him tilt his head back. Your throat bulges from his thickness, and Steve wishes he kept his phone near him to take a photo.
You’re the picture of innocence ruined. Tears stream down your face and you’re sticky with saliva—coated in it like your best friend’s cock is. It’s a sight to behold for men like him—men who’ve always wanted to defile you.
Steve eventually lets go of your head, but he doesn’t let you slide off his shaft entirely. He bobs your head for you and meets you halfway with thrusts that you’ve slowly grown accustomed to. His cock reaches deeper than his fingers ever had—all those times when he’s melted cotton candy on them and told you to suck the sugar off.
You’re quickly hurtled towards another orgasm. The band inside you snaps and you coat the toy in your creaminess as some of it drips onto Steve’s bed. Your legs tremble and your body’s wracked with loud cries that get muffled.
Limbs twitch as you come for your Captain—your best friend, Steve. The room is filled with lewd sounds and a smell that is evidence of what he’s made you do. His heavy balls slap against your chin, and the powerful climax makes you more complacent for Steve.
“That’s it—take all of it, petal. Who knew you’d be such a cockslut, baby? Soakin’ my bed and lettin’ me fuck your face ‘til you’re crying,” he murmurs, a tiny bit of condescension laced with his words. His blue eyes have darkened and his voice is more hoarse than usual. “Gonna make you addicted to sucking dick—to sucking my dick, your Captain’s dick.”
The vibrator makes your limbs twitch and hole clench and unclench repeatedly—keeping you overstimulated and forcing you to come again and again.
When Steve grows louder, he knows he’s close. His heart hammers, but not as much as yours does. You look up at him in curiosity, watching as his skin turns a pinkier colour and his jaw slacks open just a tiny bit. He moves quicker, using your mouth as a fleshlight as your moans send vibrations throughout his cock.
While you’ve lost count, your friend hasn’t really. You’ve easily come all over the pink toy at least six times. The feeling is too much for you and almost dulls into numbness until you shift and subconsciously grind against it.
Steve lets out a hiss and he continuously murmurs under his breath. His balls scrunch up and he brings you down on his cock again. He keeps you down and shushes you when you gag too loudly and try to shift away. But his hold is strong.
Spurts of saltiness shoot down your throat and you have no choice but to swallow. “Shit—so good, such a good girl for her Captain. You did so well for me, petal. My obedient little cocksleeve.” The taste isn’t all that bad though—and you have half the mind to ask for more.
Your best friend doesn’t move until his orgasm dies down, grinding into your mouth to prolong it. He eventually pulls out, though, and he begrudgingly reaches between your thighs to grab the vibrator. Steve gently handles you, stroking your swollen folds with his fingers and turning off the wet sex toy.
Stickiness drenches it, and you watch as Steve licks up the substance. “A– Are you feeling better, Stevie?” you question, your voice rough and quiet. Your throat hurts, but that doesn’t matter. “Honestly? No… But I think I have another solution.”
“Why don’t you start calling me Captain and lay down on the bed for me, petal? I need to get a better taste of that pretty pussy.”
Finally another chapter! If you didn’t see my post last week I ended up catching norovirus :( much better now though! :D Previous chapter can be found in my masterlist.
Also a reminder that I’m no longer doing tag lists.
Enjoy!
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Summary: You thought you found your mate when you were 17 but life got in the way. 15 years later you return to the city which is now run by the man himself. Is it too late for you and Steve? Or does true love never really die?
Pairings: mob!alpha!steve x omega!reader
Warnings: a/b/o, language, SMUT, cheating (not on the reader)
Word count: 1.4k
*not my gif*
It was the long satisfied moan that left his lips that made your knees weak - it was a good job you were already on the carpet or that sound would have floored you.
Once you had freed him you took a moment to admire the beauty of it. Hard, aching and just begging to be treated with affection.
His breathing was heavy as he watched you lick your lips.
You weren’t a tease, you knew what he needed and your omega body was ready and willing to serve.
You took all of his inches. His cock settling perfectly in your throat. You held him there for a few seconds, enjoying the feel of your alpha stretching you out.
Summary: jarl geralt is excitedly awaiting the return of his raiders, aboard one of the longships was his gift from the allfather. His vision was of a saxon heathen, a woman. His intended. Butlittle did he know that this woman would eagerly butt heads with him , for she belongs to no one, least of all an albeit handsome brute.
Warnings: swearing, mentions of brutality, viking AU,
A/N: so a little au jarl viking geralt and a crazy pagan saxon for you.i always wondered what a a viking would have done with a saxon heathen. Anyway i hope you enjoy my little slice of madness.
Caution not beta'd ignor the typos because i am.
Four days. For four days the jarl had been on the dock watching the horizon. Waiting for the sails of his clan to break through the thick autumnal fog, the grey that muted the blue of the open sea. He was like a statue, unmoving, patiently gazeing out in to the distance with purpose awaiting the arrival of his gift.
The jarl was not built for this longing. He conquered, argued and roared in the midst of battle. He was true to his clan, fought and bled for them, re-emerged from deaths grip countless of times. Others called him a gods champion. A chosen of odin, which spurred his own clans feirce loyalty to him. Especially when his hair had turned into the brilliant white before his ageing. His eyes had always fascinated the others in the village , the light amber akin to that of wolf. Earning him the title of White wolf. Yet now with his hair he truely looked otherwordly. Some called him asgaurdian others uttered he was and odinson. But truth be told he was unsure what caused such looks. He never questioned the gods, never asked for reasons, only ever wprshipped them.
And now his unyielding love and loyalty to them had brought forth a boon. Geralt jarl of Rivia had been granted a vision, a premonition from the very gods he adored. The seer of the clan had shared in his minds sight, it would seem the gods did not see fit to give the wolf privacy on such matters.
The vision told of an arrival, a great boon from the gods. A warrior. A woman. She will step on this shoreline with a fierce fury that only the valkyrie should know. She was a roaring fire that would know no taming, a force to be reckoned with. A strangly familiar saxon, who was not a weeping wisp of a thing. He dare say she was a a distant cousin of his own kin. For in his vision he felt a pressence similar to a sheildmaidens.
All he knew was this female entity was intended for him. She was a gift from his gods. His treasure from a distant land, she was here for him. He would captivate her and lure her to his side. Like a flame beckoning a moth he will become irresistible to her, she will come to him even at the risk of peril. And once he insnares her she will birth him his heirs, gift him his own batallion of fierce warriors to conquer new lands.
Geralt knew it was close, his warriors were returning home and would land anyday. So he sat and watched, sometimes fished to pass time, showing the younger ones how to cast a net properly to keep them from under their parents feet. But mostly he was still, gazing out into the fog that thickened each day, the autum veil signalled the return of his clansmen. He needed to remain and see this woman as she set foot on his dock.
It was the deep bellow of a horn that alerted him. He drew a deep breath, steeling himself as he heard their call. The resounding long drawn low sound of his clansmen and their yells as they took to the oars and began sailing through the small estuary towards thier home. Others came to the beach and the once quiet dock became a hub of excitement. And with swift stroke along the water the long boat peeled through the fog, the mast sliceing through the smoke like tendrils of ashen coloured sky. He grinnedmfeeling his chest tighten with an odd relieved anxiety. He couldnt wait for them to moore.
You screeched as a rage youd never felt before engulfed you like the very flames that curled around your home those weeks ago. Your battle cry drew the attention of everyone on the docks and long boat's. Saxons and norsemen. Before anyone could stop you, youd jumped the side of the boat and thundered down the dock towards the priest whod dared to comment on your mothers passing. Curseing you and her with scathing words as he exited the boat in shackles with the other Christians.
You had enough of his shit.
You tucked your head and shoulder slightly as you colided with one of the large norsemen that had tried to stop your assault. The huge male had shuffled quickly, widening his arms and bent his knees ready to capture you before you could damage any of the others. But his strength and size did not best your utter rage and you somehow managed to barrel into him sending him off balance and into the cold frigid water below.
Years of rage and hate for the male before you seemed to gift you with the power of something greater. And without a second of hesitation you ducked and body slammed the now yelling, quivering preist sending him to the ground. Your hands may still be tied but you were going to kill him. You were going to kill him!
Your scuffle drew a crowd as you began screaming at the priest who was crying out for help. But the norsemen watched in amusent as you headbutted him cracking his nose drawing a high cry from him. He fell flat on his back and you clambered over him pinning and kneeing him, stomping and kicking where you could. All the qhile screaming like a banshee at him, taunts and curses a-plenty.
The norsemen had noticed on the voyage that you were different. The other saxons spat at you naming you a heathen. A pagan. Two words they didnt fully understand but were used to describe themselves. From what theh could understand you did not worship the saxons god. And the saxons hadnt known you were in the woods, you were belived to be a myth.
Your cabin was hidden away from the settlement they had plundered, decorated in bones and feathers with oddities placed around the door. Carvings and cut stones littering your tiny homestead. You were almost like them in a way.
"Ill be sure to send you to your god! You vile fuck! She was my mother! My mother!!" You yelled tears burning your eyes as your rage flowed freely. You rolled around twisting your hips and captured the preists head between your thighs and hooked one ankle behinde the other.
The norsemen laughed clapping and whistling ,uttering praises as you coiled around your victim like a snake, and much like a snakes prey, the preist could do little more then squirm and squeak. But you paid no mind instead concentrated on popping this snivelling man head clean off his shoulders.
"How does it feel to be sent to your god from between a heathens thighs!?" You shouted hooking your ankles together and clenched your thighs tighter. He flicked his feet out in desperation but nothing would distract you from your task. Not even when the crowd parted letting a huge silver haired male step to the front and watch the show. You felt his arrival but did not pay any mind. You were too preoccupied with attempted murder.
Geralt watched with a sense of pride.his woman was spirited, wild and beautiful. Her thick mane of glossy hair whipped about her as she wrestled on the ground with the poor male. Hecouldnt help his cock twitcing at the sight. Her skirts hiked up around her knees as she captured her prey. The thick mud painting her skin as she tried to murder the man.
Fuck. his eyes locked on the supple yet strong thighs clamped around the males neck. He was almost jealous of her victim, he wanted to feel the sliken skin of her inner thigh caressing his own face. Though when it was his turn to test the strenght of her leg it would be for an entirely different reason. She would tense them around him in ecstasy, not anger.
"Gods above, they did not lie." The seer hummed almost as entranceed by the seen as his jarl was. He didnt bpdare look away from the valkyrie before him, instead only speaking when he felt his jarl stand beside him.
"Indeed she is truly magnificent, to grow with such ferocity in a land full of cowards and piss ants" geralt replied a grin crossing his face as his female began taunting the godly man. She was ost definitely a heathen.
"Huh? Oh what your speechless?! Nothing to preach whilst being strangled by skirts!?"your qords drew laughterfrom all of the northmen some even calling out silver coins betting on how long the preist would survive such an assault.
"She has a wit about her as well as fire. You are truly blessed" the seer chuckled along with the others. He knew she was ging to fit right in. And possibly give their jarl a challenge, the next few ,onths were going to be amusing. Though the allfather granted geralt this delightful boon, the jarl was still going to have to work for it. Afterall the gods need to create their own entertainment occasionally. And this was certainly entertaining.
"Jarl- should we intervene?" One of the men asked growing weary of the priest now beginning to change colour. A deep red fading to purple.
"No, for now let her have her fun." Geralt uttered still enjoying the sight of his half bare queen rolling around in the mud attempting murder.
"She will kill the slave, you know this" the seer utters knowingly. There was a slight displeasure. Geralt had swore the next priest caught would be gifted to him. The seer wanted to toy with one of the saxons. To try and break them ad convert them to their own gods.
"It would be a good death, to die between such supple thighs" another clansmen spo,e up with a deep laughothers joined his laughter agreeing with him. Gerlat stiffened and shuffled on his feet. He did not like that one bit.
"I doubt the preist feels the same."
"It is not death i shall obtain between them, but perhaps a taste of valhalla-" the first man began but didnt get to finish his statement as geralt snarled feeling a wave of possessive jealousy risewithin. He turned on the man so swiflty the later almost staggered back defensively.
"She is not to be touched. Any who try will loose more then their hands" geralt sneered at the crowd of men thatwere clearly planning on trying to have his woman for themselves, perhaps all at once.
Gerlat panted in rage, eyes darkening a growl boiling in his chest frightening those around him. It was rare to see the jarl so enraged outside of the battlefield. They all looked away averting their eyes from their jarl and the woman on the ground. None wanted to cross him, or risk his anger by eyeng the beauty.
It was when geralt was sure he made his point that he looked away from the men. His amber eyes found his woman oonce kore. He grunted, as much as he enjoyed the veiw of her bare legs he did not li,e that the others could also appreciate the sight her supple skin. Her body was for his eyes. Not theirs.
"Jarl? You are considering a slave? You never; its unlike you to take intrest in the saxons past their gold" one male dared speak up when he noticed his jarls attention was back on the woman.
"Slave? No. She is much more then a mere saxon slave. She is a gift All father sent me visions. A ferocious saxon beauty would arrive. My own woman to tame, and when i do the clan will prosper. We will all enjoy the favour of the gods!" He declared, trying to ignore the tense few moments he'd had with his own clansmen.
The crowd cheered as the jarl promised the blessing of the gods. He smiled, but his eyes peered at the two warriors who had tried to taint his new found bride with there mocking words. They each shrunk under the predatory gaze thwt earned him his name. And then nodded back off letting theier jarl know they would not interfere with the gods plans.
Geralt smiled befor stalking up to the woman and blue priest. He chuckled it was both arousing and adorable the way she trapt him so thoroughly. He couldnt wait to get her wrapped around him. Though he may hav to wait some time before letting her mount his own shoulders, she had a good grip and even he may have some trouble pulling her off if she decided to suffocate him with her thighs.
You ignored the way everyone around you seemed to quiet down, or the footsteps that halted beside you. Two muddy leather boots stopped by your head, your eyes flicked up the pength of male and found a truley magnificent man. The odd silver hair and amber eyes addedto the godly ethereal look. Not that he was slight in any way. Taller then all saxons youd seen, and wider too. Not that he was fat, no his size wasnt a result of greed and there was no typical beer belly. He was solid, strong as an ox.
"Release him woman" he grunted down at you tapping you with the toe of his boot lightly whilst crossjngnhis arms and smirking down at you amused. You snarled at him wordlessly before drawing a muffled yelp from your victim tensing your legs once more.
"I said release him" the man repeated his voice stern and deep, full of warning. You shuddered unable to stop the strange wave of heat washing over you. You thighs stiffened pai fully, trying to clench from his growled words. You frowned you didnt li,e thatat all. No man had ever effected you in such a way. It only fueled your rage.
"Not untill hes dead! He thanked his god for my mothers painful death! Celebrated her burning alive! Cursed her soul! Tried to condemn her to an eternal suffering!" You yelled up at the tall pompus ass. You were trying to be angry at him, but something was stopping you. Attraction maybe? No. Somthing else, something deeper. Your soul recognised him, seeing him was like kin who had been astranged finally reuniting. His mere presence felt like thick blankets on a cold day, safe and warm.
"He is a valuable slave and will serve us well in the coming winter. Now release your thighs lest i pry them open myself woman" You faltered for a moment, you tummy tightening.our pussy fluttered at the insinuation. Your eyes flicked to his large hands. God's yes. You wouldnt mind being handled by him, thats for sure. You shook your head ridding yourself of the momentary weakness and bared your teeth at him.
"Try it old man and youll be next!" No geralt was definitely not letting you enjoy his mouth for some time. A punishment youd not know he'd given you untill you had given in to him. Though if he had done his job right by that point youd rather ride his cock each night.
"I warned you woman" he shrugged before ducking down, bending over you scalding you with his hands as they descended on your bare legs. You yelped out loud and cursed him as he slotted a palm between your tights, the other hand encircled one ankle. And with a sharp shucking motion as if flicking out a damp towel the preist was free.
"Agh? Hey wait no! Let me go: get off im almost finished!" You screamed wriggling, kicking as the huge man held you up by your thigh and ankle. He laughed at your curses and vengeful cries. As you saw the deathly blue priest scrabble away from your reach gasping for air.
You squeaked as the amber eyed asshat swooped you upright, throwing you around like you were a tiny weightless child. And without any care to you or the onlookers you were pressed against his crotch tightly. Legs instinctively locking around his waist, and arching towards him afraid of falling back. He hummed and held you, supporting your entire weight with one hand under your bottom. You shuddered as the other still held your ankle behind him. The hot palm slowly rubbing across your leg in teasing feather light caresses.
"There now. Doesn't this feel much better?" He boasted, teasing you by arching his hips into yours lettig you feel his manhoods delight at havingmyour heat smothering him. Your face flamed as the others around you laughed at their jarls supposed victory. You werent having that.
"Id rather have my thighs wrapped around the preist if im honest" you sneered at him drawing even louder laughs from the crowd. You grinned as he frowned quickly, a wave of embarrassment rushing over him,he was unprepared for that.
"We'll see about that when you are astride me." He replied, archign up into your heat once more only thing time he made a show of rubbing you against him, grinding you over his bulge with the hand on your rump.
"Doubtfull" you stuttered trying to keep the pleasure from your voice as your body ignited in a blaze of wanton need. Your warmth clenching tightly urging you to wlecome this barbarian into your hidden depths and discover true rapture.
"Shall we put it to the test?" He tried again to subdue you in a battle of wills. But you were determined to be more then a sodden hole for these savages! Youll be a force to be reckoned with!
"Oh so not even you know the outcome of me atop of you? Not a promising start" you countered, your stubborn pride far to precious to forgo for a decent fuck.
"As good a start as you trying to murder a preist in the dirt with your thighs seconds of entering my village"
"Atleast mine was effective"he scoffed at you before capturing your neck firmly. Tucking his hand tightly below your jaw making you whine and melt against him. He smirked inching his face closer to yours slowly, seductively. Tilting your face up to his and brushed noses wih you as if you were intimate lovers.
"Not that effective. Afterall you didnt finish. But i assure you once your seated on me you will most definitely finish" his tease took a turn, making you flush brightly and gape at him. It wasnt his words that affected you, but the intensity. The way he held you so firmly, held your gaze with his own half lidded hungry eyes. And the way his cock throbbed against you, teasing you with sharp pulsing tremors that made your own needy center weep. You squirmed trying to dislodge his thick member that had crept between your parted legs. His own breeches were the only thing that seperated his need from your own quivering sex. You swallowed dryly trying to think of anything other then the strong male's club poised at your womanly seam, or the way you dampened his breeches with your deceptive arousal.
"I appear to have subdued you quickly enough with little more then words and collar. Do not look so vexed, it is a good thing to know when you are outmatched bu your betters; FUCK!" His victorious words were cut off with a pained yelp as you did the only thingmyou could to shut him up. Used your head. Litterally.
"Im sorry did the big bad barbarian, who clearly outmatches me not see that headbutt coming?" You teased ignoring the pain blossoming in your fore head after hittingnhim so hard with it. You smiled at the sight of blood pooling behind his now fattened lip. If you go down you'll go down swinging.
"I dont see how you didnt see it? I am six inches from your face;HMMFFT!?" Gerlat lunged forward with a growl pressing his lips against yours before sucking your bottom lip into his mouth. For a moment you lost yourself, closing your eyes and relaxing as the taste of honeyed mead met your tongue. You lapped at him in a iitten lick seeking more only to pull back yelping as his teeth locked onto your lip and he bit down. Hard.
"YOU FUCKING BIT ME!?" He smiled at you hungry licking his lip, drawjng the bead of red from it. Tasting you with a pleased growl. You could only stare at the erotic sight.
"Blood for blood woman. And now ours is mingled. We are bound by it." His words made you weak. You werent sure why, or what he meant exactly. But you were not something to be taken claimed and owned.
"Bound by blood? Are you fucking crazy?! You drew blood!" Your anger boiled in your bones as you began to understand he thought he had just earned himself a prize. Instead of denying you claims he grinned showing off red glazed teeth.
"I did, id not let a woman so Fiesty escape me, your fire will bode well for our sons" he preened, flaunting his new claim proudly. He couldnt care less if you disagreed. And oath in blood was unbreakable. And it had been you to initiate it,He had simply retunred inkind seali g the deal. He had won.
"Sons? Hell no! Put me down-unbind me! Now you fucking savage!!" Your aggravation ignited once more into a loud display of rage. You swore at him , squirming and lunging at him, yet did not bite in fear of binding yourself to him a second time in some odd barbaric custom!
"I will unbind you once yoou when you yeild to our bond and not a second before" he anounced casually
"Then i will die in these shackles!" You declared with a snarl.
"I very much doubt that. But fear not drakeling. I shall tend to your every need in your bound state. You will succumb the gods have foretold your submission" he promised both soothing and baiting you. He enhjoyed your rage, especially the way you squirmed in the throes of anger, rubbing and grinding across his fornt unintentionally milking his cock in his own clothes. All the while his teaseing had achived his desired effect he found himself granting you the title of a dragons young. Drakeling was fitting, small and mighty. Something that will grow into a powerful, fearsome beast, but for now was a mere sliver of its own greatness.
"Absolutly not! Put me down you asshole! UNBIND ME NOW!"
his reply was a swift open palm to your backside, loud and booming making you rise and squeak as your ass burned.
"My my such a demanding thing you are~ so aggressive. Perhaps you need feeding? Tell me drakeling, should i see to your cold empty tummy? Would you like me to fill it for you?" He teased turnng towards the long house paying no mind to the way you yelled and kicked at him. He laughed and held you tighter. Deciding in that moment he really would keep you bound. Youd be fed by his hand alone, he wouuld tend to you, wash and dress you, cater to your every desire until, you bend to his will and sought him out for your own pleasure and comfort.
Thats not to say he wouldn't pleasure you in the mean time, he would. His nights would be spent worshipping your body, toying with you for hours on end untill you are a quivering woman panting in a puddle of your own makeing, though youd never finish, or have the honour of warming his cock. No, he would withold that final pleasure untill you were his mind body and soul. And he couldnt wait.
"Come let us feast!" He called out to his clan. The crowd cheered excitedly. The night would be one they would all remember. Even if it was just because of the blood bound saxon heathen putting on a show for all to see, their jarl was certainly in for a long courtship.
DUN DUN DUUUUUNN - watch out, peggys about! (Sorry but kinda not sorry because I have an evil plan) muahahahaha
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Summary: You thought you found your mate when you were 17 but life got in the way. 15 years later you return to the city which is now run by the man himself. Is it too late for you and Steve? Or does true love never really die?
Pairings: mob!alpha!steve x omega!reader
Word count: 1.5k
Warnings: Peggy (she’s a warning cos I know you all hate her lmao), language, a/b/o
“Steve? Is that you?” He heard her voice call through their shared home as he took off his jacket. He could tell by the shrill tone in her voice that she wasn’t happy.
“Yeah Peg, it’s me”
“This is the third time you’ve been home late this week, let’s not make it a habit shall we? remember what Dr Jelinski said?”
Can I please request a Steve Harrington sad imagine? reader and Steve have been childhood bffs but things took a turn when Steve became popular and forgets about his bff and dates Nancy? when they both help save the upside down Steve tries to fix things with her but she leaves hawkins for good leaving things broken with Steve.
Sorry if it's way too long. thanks and have a great one.
it's not too long at all! i hope you enjoy it!! don't be afraid to let me know what you think!
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wq: 3.2k
with the purple and pink backpack secured tightly around your small body, you came face-to-face with tommy h.
"nice looney toons backpack, loser," he crossed his arms, blocking your path to
"leave me alone, tommy," you muttered as you gripped your backpack tighter to your body, scared he was going to take it away from you.
before you could say anything else, tommy pushed you to the ground. "don't tell me what to do, loser," he laughed at your mud covered jeans. your new looney toons backpack blocks your upper body from the brown substance.
you sniffed, wiping your face from the tears that flowed freely from them. your right cheek now covered with mud. the new looney toons backpack that your parents bought you, now ruined. a loud yell interrupted your thoughts as you looked over at the scene.
"don't push her again," you saw a brunette boy yelling as he stood over tommy's knocked over body. tommy cried as he held his cheek from being punched.
the boy made his way over to you, his hands in his pockets, as he let out a small nervous smile, "i'm sorry he pushed you down."
"it's okay, you don't have to apologize."
he offered his hand to you to help you up which you gladly accepted.
"i'm steve."
"i'm y/n."
the rest was history as you and steve became inseparable up throughout the rest of elementary school and middle school. no one dared to mess with you after steve had punched tommy in the third grade. and for that, you were thankful.
but once sophomore year hit, steve harrington became popular.
he was always popular, but for some reason, that year had created a different atmosphere. probably due to his late puberty and many girls who began to fling themselves at him.
then junior year hit.
and steve harrington started dating nancy wheeler.
"she's just different, y/n."
steve had been gushing over the phone about his study date with nancy wheeler. you sat on your kitchen floor, playing with the phone cord as you listened to him speak about his ongoing crush of junior year.
"steve, you said that about the last one too," you tried reasoning.
the truth was that ever since the third grade, you had hoped that maybe... just maybe, something would bloom between you and steve. yet it never did.
he would tell you about whatever crush he had that week and how they would be going on a date the following week. he told you about the first time he lost his virginity in the backseat of his car. then he would ask you about any boys you were interested in, which you would just simply mumble a quick 'no' and change the subject.
but steve was right when he said nancy wheeler was different.
but steve also forgot to mention that you would become a distant memory once the two began officially dating.
"hey, i won't be able to make it tonight. raincheck?"
"sure," you grumbled.
"thanks, y/n, you're the best!"
before you could respond, steve hung up. you sighed as you put the phone back onto its home. this was the fourth time he had canceled, making it officially a month since you had last seen your best friend.
the cold water felt refreshing on your face as you cleaned the makeup, that you had spent an hour on, off of your face. you looked at yourself for a short while before sighing and changing from your going out clothes.
soon after, the phone calls stopped. then the waves in the hall ceased until eventually steve would walk by with his friends and brush right passed you.
any existence of steve harrington in your life completely faded into the past. once a full month had passed without hearing from your best friend at all, you knew whatever friendship the two of you had was gone.
but there, you sat between dustin and erica in the backseat while steve drove and robin sat in the passenger spot.
how did you get roped into this? you didn't know because it had all happened so fast.
"i mean no one is scientifically perfect but suzie's about as close to being perfect as any human being could be," dustin responded to robin's question.
"she sounds made up, does she sound made up to you?" erica asked steve.
he hesitated.
"why are you hesitating, steve?"
"i'm not- i'm not. i think she sounds real. totally, absolutely real," he clarified as he drove.
you laughed lightly as you listened to them bicker.
"turn left!" dustin yelled.
"there's not a road here?!" steve yelled back.
"turn left!"
steve jerked the well, causing you all in the backseat to squish together as he sped up the hill. the toddfather only went so far before its tire got stuck in the mud.
"i guess the toddfather has its limitations," you stated before all of you unbuckled your seatbelts to walk the rest of the way.
by the time you all got to the top, you let out a loud sigh. "dustin, you just had to pick a mountain, didn't you?" you grumbled. erica looked like she was about to beat the other child.
"dustin, i swear if you made us walk all this way for a fake girlfriend..." she trailed off.
"i'm telling you she's not fake, just watch," dustin stated as he sat on the ground. erica and robin sitting beside him.
steve paced back and forth as you stood a few steps away from him, waiting for 'bald eagle's team to respond to dustin.
you felt eyes on you, so with a quick glance at steve, your eyes met. he gave you a soft smile but you ignored it, turning your focus back to dustin.
there was no way you were going to act like everything was fine with him after he had ignored you over the course of a year. the two of you having just graduated high school.
"can you believe we only have four more years, then it's college!" you squealed as steve walked you to your first period.
he leaned against the outside of the door, as you smiled in delight.
"i can't wait to go to walk the stage with you then we will go to college together and-"
"bald eagle! this is bald eagle!"
the walkie-talkie's voice interrupted your thoughts. you all were relieved as dustin was able to get in contact with murray. murray being annoyed with dustin's name for him.
you started to fidget with your fingers, getting anxious with everything that was happening. the truth was you had just gotten involved and the idea of a giant monster wanting to murder everyone just didn't sit well with you.
steve noticed your anxiousness.
"hey," he nudged you softly to get you out of your trance. "you okay?"
with a small nod, "yes-yeah, i think i am." steve could tell you didn't want to continue the conversation but every so often he would look at you to see where exactly your head was at.
he had felt bad that you both weren't as close as you had been a few years back but he could still read you like a book. he knew you weren't okay, and he didn't blame you. he didn't want you to be involved but sometimes shit just happens.
"scoops troop, this is- hm... bald eagle. i've reached another junction."
"the fourth junction," erica confirmed.
"okay, if memory serves... this is right after the my little pony thesis/"
"we went left, so he has to go-"
"right," both erica and dustin confirmed as they then told murray.
you sighed as you looked to the left, over the clearing. your eyes widening at the sight of the normally stable lights going ballistic on the mall.
"uh, steve," you muttered as you tapped him with the back of your hand to get his attention.
steve followed where your focus was at, seeing the mall. "hey, guys," he called out, walking closer to the hill's descent.
robin, dustin, and erica walked up to steve, seeing where he was referring to. you all ran back to cerebro, dustin being the first to grab the mic to call el, mike, will, max, lucas, jonathan, or nancy. yet none of them responded.
what they were greeted with was a loud growl interrupted them.
your eyes filled with horror as you could only imagine what was happening on that side of the hill.
were they safe?
dustin continuously called out to the group to confirm their safety but no one replied. only making each of your worries grow more and more.
steve immediately started to run towards the car.
"where are you going?!" robin yelled after him.
"stay here! contact the others!" he called back out.
"shit, shit," you mumbled as you began to run after your best friend steve.
"wait, y/n!" dustin called out to you before you could get too far causing you to turn around. "here!" he tossed you one of his supercoms. "stay in touch."
you caught the device, yelling out a 'got it' before catching up to steve.
steve was slightly shocked to see you hop into the convertible a few seconds after he had. "you don't have to come with me. it's not going to be safe," he stated, looking at you with concern.
"you can't do this alone, steve."
and with that, he simply nodded, told you to buckle up, and managed to get out of the previously stuck position by hauling ass in reverse.
as you both sat in the car, steve sped as fast as he could to get to the mall before it was too late.
"you know," he yelled out over the sound of the car's engine. "after this is all done, we need to hang out. you know, catch up?"
you looked at him, your grip on the door tightly with the increased speed.
if someone asked you what you wanted right before graduation, you would've said that you wanted your best friend back. to have him ask you to hang out and catch up on each other's lives but now that your wish was finally coming true, a month after you finally accepted the end of your friendship, you didn't know what to say.
the truth was, you were accepted into your dream college. and you would be gone soon enough. was it fair to rekindle something that would probably just bust into flames? probably not. did you want to try it? yes, of course, because you still loved him deep down. and part of you always would have a soft spot for steve harrington.
"yeah, yeah. sure!" you finally agreed, loud enough for him to hear.
the moment steve and you pulled into the parking lot, you saw another car on its way to hit nancy wheeler, and the kids. nancy stood, gun facing toward the vehicle. but it just kept speeding up.
"hold on!"
and you did. to whatever you could.
steve harrington hit the car, full force, causing the cadillac to do a complete circle. nothing but tires screeching and glass breaking was heard.
you both sat there for a few seconds, adrenaline coursing through your veins, as your minds registered what just happened.
steve turned to you, cupping your face, "are you okay? are you hurt?"
steve harrington opened the front door of his house to you standing in the rain, mascara flowing freely down your cheeks. your eyes were puffy and your nose pink.
"y/n?! are you okay? are you hurt?" he asked as he pulled you into his house and out of the storm.
you sniffed as you wiped your eyes with your wet long-sleeve shirt. steve immediately pulled you into his arms, rubbing your back. he didn't care if he was getting wet. he just wanted to help you. to be there for you.
"what's wrong, sweetheart? what happened?"
"i-" you choked out, eyes watering again. "they said she wouldn't be able to make it, steve."
before you could reply to him. the mind flayer crawled onto the starcourt mall, its loud screech taking you and steve by surprise as you both stood up in the car.
beep beeeep.
a car pulled up beside the two of you, nancy yelling for you both to get in. you immediately grabbed steve's hand, hopping over the door of the car and climbing into the trunk.
"go, go, go, go!"
the spider-looking creature climbed off of the mall, you and steve watching it as it came after the moving vehicle.
it had been miles and the creature was still following the car. you began panting. it felt like it was getting closer and closer. steve gave your hand a small squeeze. you hadn't realized your hands were still locked together. steve gave you a reassuring smile, causing you to forget for a brief second that there was a gigantic creature trying to kill you and everyone in the car.
"dusty bun, do you copy?"
"i copy, suzie poo."
you and steve locked eyes, realizing that this was the suzie. and she was, in fact, real.
dustin and her went back and forth before dustin sighed.
"turn around, look at what you seeeeeeeee," dustin began singing.
there was no way he was singing the neverending story right now, was he?
"in her face, the mirror of her dreeeeeaaams..."
he was.
you have got to be joking me, you couldn't help but laugh. steve gave you a confused look.
"the neverending story?" you asked, looking at the front of the car to see if anyone knew.
"no?" you asked quieter as lucas, will, jonathan, and nancy sat there with confusion written on their faces.
the mind flayer shrieked as it turned around.
"it's turning around!" steve yelled to the front. "what?!" nancy yelled, turning around to face the back of the car. "it's turning around!"
"hold on," jonathan called out, turning the car around before you could actually find something to hang onto.
the group ran into the mall and up the escalator. just as you all got up to the top, the mind flayer stuck out its tongue that had teeth attached to the end of it- really just looking like another mind flayer but mini.
lucas and will tossed you and steve fireworks, the two of you going to a different area to distract the mind flayer and quickly began lighting them as fast as you could to distract- or even cause harm- to the demonic thing.
"flay this, you ugly piece of shit," lucas yelled as he threw the first firework.
the rest of you followed suit, causing the gigantic thing to stumble. it was lucas and will then jonathan and nancy then you and steve, each of the groups rotating throwing the explosions at it in hopes to stop it as much as you all could so el and whoever else had enough time to escape.
steve grabbed the supercom, "dustin, we're out of time!"
you continued to throw the last fireworks you had.
before you knew it, billy was taking hold of the mind flayer. the rest of you stood still, watching as its different ligaments attached to him.
gasping in horror, you stepped closer to steve which caused him to pull you into him, holding you close as you all took in the scene in front of you.
suddenly the mind flayer was stumbling toward you and steve, causing you both to fall back as it hit the railing and then went crashing down to the ground.
sirens and military men screaming filled the air as you sat in the back of an ambulance. steve stood close by while the paramedics cleaned the wounds on your face, and check for concussions.
"you do have a concussion," the paramedic began to talk.
you tuned her out as you saw joyce and will hugging. your eyes followed joyce's as you saw el, standing there. you slowly stood up as you walked toward the young girl.
the loss of a parent was hard, something you had been through your freshman year of high school.
once you were standing beside el, you wrapped her into your arms, holding her close as she cried.
steve harrington never called you or showed up at your house after the events at starcourt. not that you expected much from it. yet you found yourself waiting to hear from him, again.
the last three months were spent packing as it was officially time to head off to college. you were accepted into stanford, which was a thirty-three hour drive from hawkins.
ironically, the byer's family was also picking up to move to lenora hills, california- which was only about an hour from where you were located. and to save your father a trip, they offered to have you ride along with them.
"thank you for doing this, joyce," you spoke, putting the last one of your boxed in the back of the van.
"of course, y/n, you're like family. especially since... you know, you've been a big support system for el."
you smiled and nodded at her, just simply thankful for her kindness.
"alright, kiddo, you be safe out there and you call me every night, okay? don't let those californians change you too much, yeah?" your dad smiled sadly, wrapping you up in a hug.
"yes, dad, i'll call you every night," you laughed lightly. "i pinky promise."
"steve?"
"yeah, y/n?" he said as he looked at you.
the two of you lay under the stars in the backyard of his house. his parents were gone once again and your father was on a business trip, leaving you both alone in your family homes.
"can you promise me something?"
"always."
you turned to face him, "promise me that no matter what happens we will always be friends. that even if something ever comes between us, we'll find out way back to each other."
steve laughed lightly, "y/n, that's never going to happen."
"i'm serious, steve, promise me."
"i pinky promise."
steve harrington showed up at your childhood home, flowers in hand. he spent the last few months figuring out how he should approach you, how he should apologize. what he found out was that for the years that he's known you, he had always been the happiest. and the few years that you both were not talking, well, that was one of the lowest points in his life.
so with your favorite flowers in hand, a speech ready, and a million different ways to apologize to you in hopes to win you back- he knocked on the door.
"steve," your father stated with surprise, "how can i help you?"
"i- uh, i was wondering if y/n was here?"
"oh..." he replied to the young man sadly, "you just missed her, steve."
steve rubbed the back of his neck, he wanted to apologize to you soon. "do you know where she went? i- i really wanted to apologize to her- you know, being distant and all."
what he really wanted to say was 'sir, after deep thinking, i am utterly in love with your daughter and would love to spend the rest of my days making her happy in hopes that someday i could make up for being a shit friend'.
okay i need yall to help me real quick, theres a kids book about dragons that i had as a kid and i cannot find it and i need to find it. all i can remember is that it had both european and chinese dragons and made the distinction and taught about the differences, and im sure it had other cultures as well but those are the ones i remember most, it wouldve been published before like 2010?? maybe
Summary: Sy doesnt like seeing the lady his sweet on getting hit on. Especially when the asshole doesnt take no for an answer.
Warnings: uncomfortable situations, swearing, confrontation, protective sy
A/n: just another little oneshot with a difference? Im trying out a few different ideas for characters. In this case a oc with a stutter.
Sy watched from across the room sipping his beer. The bar was packed, heaving with locals. Warm bodies filled the space making the air sweaty and thick. The texan heat was unforgiving and everyone was here for a well earned cold one after a hard day at work. But while his budies were having a great time sy was watching carefully.
The former captain had clocked the tiny filly as she tiptoed in through the door, five foot fuck all and slight, hell he could probably snap you on his thigh like a twig! Dainty like he'd never seen before, he could almost call you one of those elves from storybooks. Small, lithe and delicate rare in these parts most peoplehere were ranchers and farmers living a hard life off the land working from the ass crack of dawn out on pastures.
Maybe thats why he was drawn to you the second you arrived in town? He'd spotted you and that was it. He needed to watch over you, make sure no one bothered you. He'd found out about you thriugh the vrpvine, it was a tiny town of only two hundren people so when a new face popped up everyone knew of them within a welk or so. Sy just hadnt introduced himself to you yet. Be had been meaning to but he got nervous for some reason? He was working on it though.
And today might be the day he finally stepped in. His eyes scanned the scene once more. It had been Ten mineuts. Ten mineuts and fifty four seconds since youd shook your head to the cowboy and inched backaway from him, clearly uncomfortable, looking fo an escape. But the asshole hadnt left you alone
Sy didnt like it, that cowboy was no good. Seth coldwater, born with a silverspoon up his ass and the town biggest douche bag. A womanising asshole who doesnt like the word no. His daddy is rich but not a push over. Sy worked for him in his days before joining the military. Junior never liked sy, sy was everything he wasnt, everything seth senior hoped for in a son.
Seth senior was old school, polite and well mannered he treated everyone with respect especially the fairer sex, junior did not. And much to juniors distaste the whole town knew his pa still busted his ass when he needed to. Seth senior was not a man to take shit, not ever from his own son.
Seth junior wasnt good news for anyone and especially not you. Yeah sy knew exactly who you were, the owner of the new little craft shop just off main street. Cute little joint with lots of handmade woolen toys and little paintings in the window. You sold hobby stuff, embroidery, knitting, painting even quilting too. It was a cute shop owned by a cute lil'lady.
He bristled, eyes narrowing as he spied the scene at the bar. The piece of shit 'cowboy' was moving closer, useing his middled aged pudgy frame to cut off your escape. Sy growled as the scene unfolded, he'd lie if he said he wasnt sweet on you himself. But he had assumed you were to much of a shy little wallflower to venture out with him. He thought his size and gruff nature would frighten you. Like a big old battle scared bull trying to approach a tiny delicate doe.
But seeing you cornered against the bar with that asshole was enough to change his mind. It took everything in him not to go and feed the greasy fucker his own teeth. Ajnd sy would. He could. He should.
It was when you flinched away from the seths hand and he didnt pull back, instead helped himself to petting your cheek and hair that sys patience snapped and he saw red.
Before anyone could stop him he thundered over to you beer in hand on a mission. Infiltrate, divide and conquer.He moved between you both slamming his glass down on the counter over this assholes arm, ripping it away from the stands of hair it had been twiddling near your ear. You gasped and blinked up at sy fear and hope glistening in your gaze.
Target infiltrated
Sy drew a deep breath, another wave of anger washing over him as the touchy feeljng creeper backed up a few inches laughing trying to play this off as some freindly banter. But his eyes were alight with rage. He was seething at sy for interrupting.
"Hey sy i was talking to her, dont be rude" he snarled under a polite mask. Swelling with anger he clearly didnt appreciate sy's meddling.
"Yeah well she ain' talkin' back. So leav 'er be" sy said standing taller smirking when junior tried to square uo to him. Su was a good five inches taller, and wider and fitter. Juniors tubby pounch and rounded frame were nothing compared to sy. It was clear who had,looked after themselves out of the two.
"Shes shy, just back off man" junior huffed steaming at the way sy had managed to belittle him without even uttering a word. Junior made to swerve arohnd sy but the captian caught him in a tight hold. Palm snatchi g the shroter mans wrist.
"I said leave 'er be" there was an edge to his voice, the playfulness was gone. Sy meant business and wasnt letting this asshole harrass the little lady further.
"We were just getting acquainted, weren't we sweetheart?" junior huffed winking at the you, whowas gladly hiding behinde the newcomer.
You cringed and inched backwards shaking your head, whining quietly. You really didnt want to talk to the tubby ,an. You hand shoom your head at him and managed a semi decent no thank you when he offered you a drink. You weremhoping that you could ease yourself into the towns social scene slowly and try to overcome your little issue one day at a time. But youd been all but pounced on and cornenred by this man.
"See that? She dont wana be talkin' to you. Now fuck off" sy hissed and pushed sending junior a few feet back. You let out a breath releived that your red tshirt clad savuoir seemed stronger then the man who'd cornered you.
"Dont see why i should, I aint done nothin untoward. Shes just got a little nerves in her. Nothing a little liquor cant melt away" junior approuched again but sy stepped forward givj g you some more room, just incase yoh wanted to bolt. And incase he needed to break juniors nose. Sy wouldnt forgive himself if he pulled back for a punch and elbowed a sweet little thing like you.
"You need your women liquored up then?" The tease was accompanied by a scoffed laugh, a light snort. You even managed to quirk a half smile. Your red knight was cheeky and cute.
"You son of a bitch, theres nothing wrong here, just tryina make freinds thats all" the sneer was accompanied by something much kore sinister. There was a hate. A loathing in junior. And sy knew why. He was 3verything junior wanted to be, broad, handsome, usefull and respected. Junior wanted all that without the leg work. He wanted to be adored because he lived in a big ass ranch and came from money.
"You put hands on a woman that dont want nothin' to do with'ya, aint exactly polite" sy grunted crossing his arms across his chest flexing his biceps slightly and straightend up even further making useing northing more then his stance to threaten Seth. Be bit his l fighting a smirk as the fattened male too, an involuntary step backwards.
"She didnt walk away" the snippy reply was spat at him with a faux brovado but sy new a nervous man when he saw one. And he new junior was second guessjng himself by the way he shifted from foot to foot. Almost debating whether to walk away or not.
"You backed her into a corner like a fucking predator" he challeneged stepping forward again reaching a hand out. He chuckled as junior scampered back a few inches thinking he was reaching for him. But no, sy was just reaching for his beer... yhthough he did make a little swerve, swinging his arm out a little more than he needed to, just for shits and giggles. He didnt get the opportunity to fuck with junior as much nowadays. Having his own ranch did have its downfalls... like not getting to boss seth around anymore.
"I dont think i take too kindly to you accusing me of that type of behaviour captain" seth sneered liftingnhis head higher then he probably should. Sy shrugged and spun to face the bar dismissing the little show of arrogance from seth. Knowing itd boil his piss even more.
"And i dont think your daddy raised you to be one. Retired or not he'd beat the crap outta you if he heard you were tryin' to pray on a defenceless little lady." Sy added with a smile after leaning on the bar and sipping his beer, still somehow sheilding you from the other man even though he was crouched on the bar top.
Junior flinched. Everyone knew the man wasnt afraid of getting a slap off his dad. He was more worried about his reputation being shattered... Not that he had a reputation other than being a lousy lay about who spoke a big game but couldnt handle a days hard labor.
"Your a real bastard syverson!" Seth snarled startingnto glow red and drew some attention to himself. Sy smiled, and then began speaking loud enogh for the others around them to hear. Not that they hadnt been listening quietly smir,ing into their glasses as sy fucked around pushing seths buttons like the little shit he was.
"Damn right i am. Now fuck off before you daddy gets a call. On Second thought stay its been a while since i saw you get chewed out in the bar" sy added and then began laughing boisterously as seth swore loudly cussing sy out as he swipped his keys frkm the bar with a heavy hand and stomped out of the bar slamming the door behide him drawing a few eyes. The others looked to sy who just shrugged and the turned to you and sent you a wink.
Divided.
Once the other man left you tiptoed the few feet back where your drink sat on the bar. Right beside sy. You drew a few breaths reaching for the coke filled glass pulling it close, tpping it nervously. Sy flicked his eyes to you and gave a little nodto you before continuing his own drink.
"Th-th-thank you" you finally uttered cursing yourself as your stutter became worse with your nerves. You felt your heart sink as the handsome man turned to you with a furrowed brow, then followed the look of pity. You winced, you ahted pity more then the ones who laughed. You waited for the inevitable smirk or scoff but he quickly smiled beaming down at you
"It was nothin' just helpin' out a lil'damsel" he said with a large grin. You relaxed for such a large bull of a man he was so? Approachable? Genuine. He seemed like one of the lads but held a boyish charm, mischievous but kind.
"N-n-n-no I-i me-mea-mean it... th-thank yy-you"
"Your welcome ma'am, i saw he was stull buggin ya and just thought id step in. He was gettin' a lil'too close for my liking" sy added takjng a s of his beer and spun around leaning his back on the bar, managing to drop a few more inches in hieght and rest his elbows on the bartop behinde him. You felt warmth blossom in your chest, he was trying to be as non threatening as possible, it was very sweet of him. Especially after the awkward and frankly scary encounter with the the other cowboy.
"Y-ye-eah h-eee would-dnt lea-leave" you said trying to fight your stutter but only made it worse. Yet he didnt seem to mind, he didnt mention it, it was refreshing.
"Well hes gone now, i got your back, you just kick back and enjoy your drink okay bug?" He said with a huge grin tipping his head to your glass and took another sip from his own.
"Sss-sorr-rry m-my st-t-tutter is b-bad" you apologised, usueally you had to apologise for it. People had to wait for you to finish and skmetimes it took too long to get things out. You almost felt like you were wasting their time.
"No need to apologise sweetness. I had one to as a nipper" he said giving you another bright grin. You froze normally people just said it was fine to be polite. But you could hear the annoyance, practically hear them rolling their eyes. Many thought you were stupid because of your speech impediment. But this man was sincere, genuine. It made you smile.
"Your the owner of that new craft shop aintnya? I saw your shop display last week. Your little mushroom man was quite something, has he sold yet?" Sy asked desperate to strike up an conversion.
" y-yyes he wa-was sold" you nodded flushing a little. So e people were judgy about your little shop thinking it was weird to open in the middle of a small rancher town. But you also appreciated that there were many crafters here and wanted to give them a one stop shop to get their supplies. You even let them sell their own wares to, you just asked for a few dollars a week for displaying them.
"You think i could swing by and place an order for one pick out colours n'stuff?" Sy asked almost shyly as he rubbed the back of his neck feeling anxious about actually acting on his attraction. He felt like a teen all over again.
"Yo-you w-want a toy?" Sy flushed brighter at your question. There was no judgment you were just surprized and there was a little awe in there too. Like you were about to get excited.
"Well yeah he was a cute lil'shroom, and its an excuse to see you again." He uttered with a chuckle and shifted on his feet getting all bashfull before cursing under his breath at his sappy he was sounding.
"Se-see me?" You asked freezing on the spot, eyes widening and felt the blood rush to your cheeks.
"Yeah, i like ya titch. And seein' shit for brains with ya made me realise i dont wanna be seein you round here with other guys. I wanna try and win your affection myself, if your willing to give me a chance? We could grab a table and some food, or you know i can take you to the new fancy coffee joint in the corner that has those fancy foam things" You giggled at the round about way this huge handsome man was trying to ask you out. It was cute.
Sy deflated as you giggled at him and then slumped nodding to you before turning back to the bar muttering a quiet 'sorry ma'am'. Clearly he thought youd just rejected him. But you surprised both him and yourself as you quickly reached out placing your hand on his bicep gently drawing his attention.
"I-i i wo-would-would like th-tha-that" you uttered quietly blinking up at him hopeful he was pulling your leg. He beamed down at you eyes glittering with joy.
"Good its settled then, you wana grab a table? We can order some fries to share? They got the best chicken wings here too" you nodded blushing brightly as sy slapped the bar getting the barmans attention and began ordering some fries and wings poining to the clear table near the window.
With a few quick moves he was ushering you to the empty table all too eager to have you to hi,self for a quick bite to eat.
All that was left in sys plan now was to conquer. Though that would take a few weeks of wooing. But he was optimistic, he was a special forces captain after all, the man with the plan. And this would be like any other mission he'd taken on. He wont stop until. He is victorious, but this time the victory would be much sweeter. Because if all goes to p,an he will finally have his own little missus to cherish. And nothing could top that.
in which your boyfriend is hooked on making you a mommy.
i’m also accepting requests, so don’t be afraid to send any <3.
we all know mr. harrington has a breeding kink. so do i 🤭
time seemed to slow down as your eyes rolled themselves to the back of your head. you were flat on your bed, tummy pressed against the fabric of your sheets, as the warmth of steve’s harry chest heated up your back.
he was practically on top of you, large hand held on the curve of your fleshy waist, slowly rubbing up and down your sides as he split you open against his thick cock, not hesitating to fill you up.
your breathing was heavy and labored; unable to take his girth for much longer. this position made you feel him the deepest you ever had before, and you were sure that it was the cause of your oncoming stomach ache.
“feel good, baby?” steve whispered in your ear. his strokes against you were slow and hard, giving him just enough power to thrust into your cervix with such power. with each slap his thighs made into the back of yours, your body tilted forward harshly with a heavy moan following.
“yes,” you breathe out, living for the intimacy. usually you and steve had rough, quick sex because that was usually how you both like it. but lately, you noticed that steve’s been wanting to take his time with pleasuring you; he’d spend an hour eating your pussy and another just gettin you to cum simply because he didn’t want to spend another moment not in you.
“almost there,” you nod, feeling your own orgasm approach.
“almost there?” steve teases. “want me to cum in you baby? want to so bad, will you let me?”
your eyes don’t hesitate to roll back at his nasty words. “please,” you beg.
steve moaned out as he rubbed the plum of your ass. “mhm, want me to make you a mommy? you’d be such a pretty mommy, belly swole with my cum. you want that?”
“oh fuck,” you toss your head, causing you to involuntarily arch your back further, deepening steve’s cock in you. “just like that, stevie. want to be a mommy so bad.”
“‘m gonna fill you with so much of my cum that none of it is gonna go to waste. gonna make you carry my sweet child and watch your belly grow as the months go by,” steve gritted. “then ‘m gonna fuck you and breed you all over again like the little wife you are, hm?”
you knew that steve was serious. for the past few months all he could talk about was starting a big family with you full of daughters and a good home. he never wanted you to lift a finger for anything and he wanted to work as hard as he could to support you and your future kids for whatever it was that you all wanted—even if it included continuous work st scoops ahoy; the classic american dream.
and at this point, you were sure you wanted that dream more than him.
“your wife,” you moaned, feeling your orgasm approach. steve was able to get it a couple more deep thrusts before you eventually found yourself creaming over his cock.
“fuck, just like that,” he groaned out, releasing spurs of hot cum so deep, you were sure your fertile eggs got hit in the process.
