You gulp, trying to stop yourself from shuddering.
No way… Steve isn’t supposed to be awake by now. Not after you served him a spiked drink.
Your hand grips the handbag tighter as your mind hysterically attempts to find a reasonable-enough answer, anything that is not the blatant fact that you’re leaving him, getting away from the depraved man who’s made your life a living hell behind the white picket fence while brazenly calling himself your husband.
“I… would like to take a stroll.”
Faking your smile, you turn around and present him an innocent face, almost startled when Steve appears right behind you.
“I’ll go with you.”
“It’s not needed, Steve… you seem tired, you should rest, I won’t be gone for lon-”
Steve tuts and places his hands on your shoulders while his eyes peer a hole in your soul, inspecting your body language.
“No can do, sweetheart.”
He squeezes your shoulders, not so gentle yet not so forceful, just enough to let you know that there’s no arguing with him or you’ll meet a certain consequence.
“You’re not going out without me.”
Hope dies down in your soul.
He’s suspecting you...
“And we’ll work on this little stunt you’re pulling, baby. You should enjoy the stroll to the fullest, because tonight is going to be long.”
Your knees suddenly feel like jelly, if it wasn’t for Steve gripping you with his large hands, you would collapse to the ground from fear.
“It’s ok, love,” the beast of a man croons before pulling your hair, exposing your neck and sinking his sharp teeth into your throat.
You whimper.
One more mark implanted on your broken body and soul.
“I’ll get you some wine, some real wine, so that you can have a good sleep while I continue.”
You cried and sank into yourself as the brawny man towered over you. His bright blue eyes glowed in the dark, scanning your body up and down as if wanting to devour you, eventually they glued on your neck. His darkening gaze burnt your skin.
“Bare that pretty neck for me, Omega. Do it before I make you.”
Ransom snarled, baring his sharp teeth that promised nothing but pain the moment they break your dedicated skin.
His command and action got you whimpering.
Desperate, you looked around, hoping to find someone or something that could help you get out of this situation.
There was no one here. You were silly for choosing the wood to hide away from him.
Ransom Drysdale had had you in his claws after days of chasing, now he would never let you go. He would claim you and ultimately lock you in his cage.
Your knees wobbled and shook as you made your way out of the bathroom. You almost stumbled onto the ground and dropped the pregnancy test.
Positive…
You are pregnant. You are having Ransom’s child…
In the back of your mind, you knew this day would come sooner or later, considering all the time he used your body like a sex doll and refused to at least wear condoms.
You had no idea if Ransom anticipated this, he occasionally got kinky and moaned about breeding you when he was ball deep inside your velvet wall. That didn’t mean he would want to take responsibilities.
One thing you knew for sure was that Harlan wanted his heir to get hitched and have children. Once the old man heard that you were carrying a Thrombey in your belly, he would go to any lengths to make you marry his grandson.
A life as a wife of your rapist. You could never take that. You didn’t know if you wanted to keep the child, but one thing you knew for sure was that you gotta run away, as far as possible. You had to go somewhere neither Harlan nor Ransom could find you.
Soulmate A person with whom you have an immediate connection the moment you meet. A connection so strong that you are drawn to them in a way you have never experienced before. As this connection develops over time, you experience a love so deep, strong and complex, that you begin to doubt that you have ever truly loved anyone prior. Your soulmate understands and connects with you in every way and on every level, which brings a sense of peace, calmness, and happiness when you are around them.
Alma gemela Una persona con la que tienes una conexión inmediata en el momento en que te encuentras. Una conexión tan fuerte que te sientes atraído por ellos de una manera que nunca antes habías experimentado. A medida que esta conexión se desarrolla con el tiempo, experimentas un amor tan profundo, fuerte y complejo, que comienzas a dudar de que alguna vez hayas amado verdaderamente a alguien antes. Tu alma gemela entiende y se conecta contigo en todos los sentidos y en todos los niveles, lo que trae una sensación de paz, calma y felicidad cuando estás cerca de ellos.
Warnings: demonic contract, magic, sorcerer!Steve Rogers, blind!Reader, alternative universe - magic, minor character death, yandere, minor witch hunt theme.
Words: 3,583
Summary: “For now, you are a part of me, I will defend and honour thee.” (Zero Eclipse)
Ever since the night he forced himself on you, he had sent you countless bouquets, which would've definitely been romantic if things hadn’t been the way they were. Your assaulter sending you flowers along with the pictures showing how stretched your pussy was on the date he defiled you. Such a gentleman. Blackmailing you in the most romantic way he could think of.
That was his way to refrain you from reporting his crime to anyone. You doubted the police would believe you even if you had enough courage to tell them anyway. The Thrombeys ruled this city. The Thrombeys always got what they wanted. And the Thrombey heir wanted you under his thumb.
“Ain’t you gonna thank me for sending you flowers?” Ransom asked, taking a few steps forward, which resulted in you moving backward until your back hit the wall.
The man caged you with his arms before you could even think of running away.
“Bad girl,” he mocked and rubbed his knee against your core, “Imma teach you how to behave.”
Another violent thrust made your body surge forward and forced another muffled scream out of your sore throat.
Ransom gladly swallowed the scream down his gullet as he was feasting on your lips, tongue greedily deep in your mouth to explore every corner while his hips never stopped moving up and down between your widely spread legs.
The sounds of your flesh slapping against each other were loud to your ears, humiliating you as you lay helpless on the hood of his car in the middle of a wood, unable to do anything but letting him have his way with your body.
Your head spinning as you stared at the starry night above, you couldn’t remember how you got here, or how he managed to drag you out of the Thrombey party and get you into his car. You have no recollection of what you had drunk and what was in your drink. All you knew was that Ransom had had you naked and spreading like this with his huge cock buried so deep in your sloppy pussy that had been filled with his cum.
Warnings: soft dark Steve Rogers, Ghost!Steve Rogers, Dubious Consent, a bit of Threats of Rape/Non-Con, Obsessive Behavior, Possessive Behavior, Demon Sex, Shameless Smut
Words: 2k
Summary: You are infatuated with a being on the other side of a mirror.
-Come closer, moonlight. Let me see you better.-
You smiled and chewed your lower lips, taking each step toward the antique mirror on the wall, toward him.
The attic was dark, only dimly lit by the light of the beautiful blue Moon outside, you could see his glowing eyes and his ethereal glamour nevertheless, like the glamour of moonlight itself.
There was no one else but yourself in the place on the top of the historic mansion of your grandfather, those with naked eyes would say so, but you believed otherwise. He was there, right in front of you, his inviting arms extended, waiting for you.
Your reflection grew bigger in the mirror as you closed the distance. You smiled when you sensed his large hungry hands groping your body.
“Hi, Steve,” you whined softly, oh how you missed his touch. The mirror showed you how his hands massaged your elegant flesh, you remembered how they felt. It’d been months since you visited your grandfather’s residence, visited Steve. You placed a hand on your left chest, where, in the reflection, one of his palms was currently resting on, “long time no see.”
Steve hummed as he buried his nose into your hair and inhaled deeply.
-Tell me you missed me, my moonlight.-
You giggled at his command, your pussy spasmed as soon as he snuck his hand into your jeans to cup it.
“I missed you so so much, Steve,” tiny moans escaped among your words, you tilted your head back, feeling his muscular chest against you while letting him play with your clit, wetness soon dampened your panties.
-You left for too long, I was so lonely, you know?”-
You purred in response. Yes, of course, you knew. You were lonely without him too. But you could do little about that.
“I’m sorry, Steve,” you raised your hand in the air, the reflection showed that you were cupping his cheek. “I have a job, I need to work. And I can only go back here on vacation, you know that already.”
-I can never understand why humans have to enslave themselves and make life complicated just to live in this world that offers them everything.-
“That I wonder too,” you agreed, grabbing his hand to guide it under your T-shirt, content when he knew what to do and started to grope your tits, “but we’re not here for that boring topic. Fuck me, Steve. I also missed your cock a lot.”
Steve chuckled, you were even more impatient than him.
Your jeans unbuttoned themselves. Steve unbuttoned them.
They slid down your legs, along with your panties. Steve pulled them down.
He took your hands and guided them to his already hard cock, making you palm him. It always felt so real, the heated sensation radiating from his surreal meat. It was bigger than any human man’s you ever fucked, so huge, so delicious. You gritted it against your ass, knowing he’d love it.
-Ahhh… that’s it, moonlight. You’re making me feel so gooood!-
Steve groaned loudly, which wasn’t a problem, none could hear him except you anyway. He thrust his cock up and down the makeshift hole of your ass and palms, precum leaking all over your back.
It made you feel so proud, you’re pleasuring him.
In the meantime, he also helped you out, his ghostly fingers digging deeply into your wet pussy, swirling their way inside you to find your sweet spot. Your legs began to shake, arousal pouring down your thighs. Steve spread his fingers, stretching your wall to prepare accommodation for his cock. Being away from the mansion for so long, your pussy had tightened again without being used by him.
Once Steve deemed that you were well-prepared, he pressed his huge cock against your entrance to gather your juice.
-I’m going to stretch your cunt again, moonlight, like I’ve always done.- he nibbled your neck and whispered dirty things that were for your ears only, -going to ruin it so that i won’t fit for anyone’s cock but mine.-
“Yes!!” you bit your lips. Fuck, that sounded amazing, maybe next time when you masturbated, you had to use a bottle of water. After this vacation, your pussy wouldn’t snap back to its normal size anytime soon.
Steve stuffed the tip of his cock in slowly, giving you time to adjust. Before long, his length was completely shoved into your spasming hole. He began to move, leisurely at first, then faster and faster until it became so animalistic and sinful.
The way he pleasured your body drove you crazy. The ghost cock was so good, so hot, so wonderful. Perhaps it was the reason you got so enthralled by this entity trapped in the antique mirror instantly the first time you found him.
You’d sometimes recorded when he fucked you. Of course, the camera couldn’t capture his figure, only you there acting like a possessed psycho in front of the mirror. What it did record though, were the scenes of your pussy getting spread apart by nothing, so much that some clips exposed your cervix if you zoomed them in. And when Steve had done dumping his jizz into his lovely cum bucket, you could see thick milky cream leaking out of you deliciously. Those were your most favourite clips. You often watched them and played with your pussy when you’re away from the mansion.
-You’re so tight, moonlight. Gripping my cock so good- Steve kissed you, purred into your mouth sweet honey praises, his hips kept slamming into you, kissing your cervix smoothly, making you squeal and squirm in his arms, almost unable to control your volume.
He fucked you so good, your eyes half-lidded, the pupils rolled up to your skull. When Steve pulled out of the kiss, he inserted his thumb into your open mouth, pressing it against your teeth. He loved it when strings of saliva dripped down your chin while you showed him how lewd and dirty a human girl could be in his arms.
The sudden sound of the door being opened startled you. Swiftly turning around to look at the entrance, not forgetting to curse, you saw the silhouette of your cousin there.
“Hey, sis,” your cousin yawned, probably still half asleep, “what’re you doing here? It’s midnight. I didn’t see you in our room when I woke up for some water, been looking for you since then.”
“Oh, I…” you laughed, embarrassingly, your mind ran a mile a second to find a convincing answer, “I’m trying to conjure Bloody Mary.”
Your cousin went silent for a moment, you swallowed hard, eyes not leaving her. Shit. Perfect timing bitch. In the mirror, Steve was still fucking your sensitive pussy vigorously. It was a relief that she couldn’t see him.
“Arg shit! You always do creepy crap!” she exclaimed fumingly before slamming the door shut and fleeting in fear, “hope you’ll see your future husband or whatsoever!”
You and Steve burst out laughing, you were thankful, her phasmophobia finally proved useful. Well, you couldn’t help but wonder how she would react when learning that you’d been fucking a ghost every time you came here.
-Alright, moan again for me then,- he slapped your ass, speeding his pace, -oh, do you want to know what your future husband looks like?-
You smiled and nudged the mirror, “don’t tease me!”
-What? No, I didn’t,- Steve smirked, his hips got stutter as he was chasing his climax, -look into the mirror, moonlight, it’s your husband you’re seeing.-
You did as were told, looking at said man and playfully kissing the mirror. Enjoying the way he fucked his load into your welcome pussy and how you came undone in his arms.
.
-Do you like where you are, moonlight? Do you enjoy your realm?- He hugged you from behind and whispered into your ear. Despite the chilly midnight air, your body was enveloped in his warmth.
You were now sitting on a desk in front of the mirror, too exhausted to stand.
“Not one bit,” you were quick to reply, sure, you hate your tedious life a lot, “but having you makes me feel better.”
-Do you want to be with me forever?-
“I’d love to,” you sighed satisfactorily when he kissed your temple, “I wish you got out of the mirror and possessed me so that I could take you to the city with me.”
Steve poke your nose, -well, I have a better idea.-
You tilted your head, eyes never leaving his face in the mirror as curiosity was taking over you, “hmm? What is that? Tell me.”
-I can enter your world, but you gotta help me, so…?- he trailed off, waiting for your response.
To which you raised your eyebrows in surprise, “really? Oh dear! How long have you been sitting on that information? We could’ve been together all the time and I wouldn’t have needed to drive all the way here annually to see you!” you huffed and pouted. Why didn’t he tell you, did he fear you wouldn’t help him? Or fear that you’d be scared of him being able to harm you once he was unrestrained? You would never. “So… how can I help you?”
Steve chuckled, waiting for you to cool down a bit, -oh my moonlight, it’s not what you think. I can’t leave the mirror for too long. I’m not from your world.-
“So we are not to be together?” you got sad again, “then why do you want to go out here?”
-Moonlight…-
“Hmm?”
-Do you remember when I told you there was a vast land on the other side of this mirror and you said you wanted an adventure to it?-
You nodded your head, he often told you stories of the mythical land where he came from, where there were magical creatures and mysteries. You loved the tells so much, you even drew some of the scenarios you had in your head when he described the land.
-Do you want to go there? With me? Forever?-
It took you a moment to process.
“Oh, you want to kidnap me! Right? My sinful ghost, planning to abduct me there to warm his bed,” you giggled and trailed your finger across his chin, eagerly expecting his reaction.
Steve raised an eyebrow and couldn’t hold back his laughter, -well, I wouldn’t use that word. I offer you, my love.- He was a bit surprised that you weren’t freaked out, instead said that aloud jokingly. Although his eyes darkened gradually, his hands were like snakes, sneaking up and down your body possessively as he mumbled -but I may do so if you rejected. I’d make it hurt, brutal, painful, you’d cry…-
You should be afraid of him by now, but shit, his threats turned you on so much. You chewed your lip again, intrigued, you wanted to hear more.
“Carry on, tell me more,” you spread your legs apart, showing him the view of his cum leaking out of your ruined pussy, “tell me what you’d do to me next.”
-I’d take your soul, make you my brainless little cum dumpster,- his two fingers travelled down your throat suggestively, -I’d fuck you in front of my friends and make you swallow my load and punish you if you wasted even a drop.-
Your body trembled with pleasure, you didn’t know ghosts were so good at dirty talk. Unconsciously, you fingered your cum-filled pussy and scooped some of his sinful essence, bringing your fingers to your mouth and lapping at them. Steve was getting excited by the performance, you could tell.
“That sounds like heaven, not a threat, Steve,” you hugged his neck and moaned as he fucked you with his thick fingers.
-So…? Are you in?-
Damn, who were you to reject?
“Umm… supposed that I went there willingly, would I still get those punishments, please?”
Steve licked his lips, you asked for concupiscence but your eyes acted innocent. No doubt, he’d picked the right girl.
-As you wish then,- he gave you a peck on your forehead and whispered his promise. -So here’s the thing, I need you to open the windows and curtains, then place the other mirrors in the exact places I’ll instruct you to bring the blue moonlight here. I need it to shine upon this one. Can you do that for me, my little moonlight?”
And with that, you got off the desk to operate. You couldn’t wait for the promising adventure.
Warnings: noncon, smut, college students, public sex, blowjob, sextoy
Words: ~800
Summary: Steve makes you to so something nasty in the library
It was weird that Steve worked on a project with you in the library. If there was any group assignment or project, he’d always drag you to his house to work on it while playing with your body. So the idea of him holding your hand and leading you to the library was just simply weird. Moreover, the guy had been serious from the beginning, he assigned tasks and explained everything you didn’t know meticulously.
You didn’t know which was more alarming, him being a jerk or a good senior.
A sudden vibration in your core pulled you out of your thoughts and startled you, you nearly yelped. You were so amazed by his unusual act that you almost forgot the fact that he forced you to stuff an egg vibrator in your pussy on a daily basis. Steve was a jerk. He always was.
“Stay focused, dovey. This project is important,” he chided, his hand patting your head.
You grunted and slapped his hand away.
“Then turn it off!” you gritted your teeth, trying to keep the grimace and acting tough. Though both of you knew it wouldn’t take long before your facade crumbled and you showed him how much of a bitch in heat you were just because of a vibrator.
Much to your relief, Steve did as was told, he turned off the thing. That, too, was weird. Normally, he loved teasing you publicly until you nearly got noticed.
You stared at him for a long moment. Was this a new kind of messing around?
“What’s that?” he asked, looking at you with his casual smug expression, “is there something on my face?”
“What game are you playing, asshole?” the corner of your eye twitched as you hissed.
Steve put his pen down and rested his chin on his palm, “tch, tch… pretty mouths shouldn’t speak bad words,” he tapped your lips with his index finger, “this one must be punished, don’t you think.”
You fumingly jerked your head away from his touch, “piss off! Why are we here instead of your place?”
He hummed in amusement and that made you scowl more. Damn, he didn’t think that you got used to being used while studying in his room, did he? Shit, look at his face, he did. This was so annoying.
“I don’t plan on doing anything funny, tbh. I just…” Steve trailed off to grab the side rail of your chair and pulled it closer to his. He leaned forward, his lips were close to your ear, he playfully bit it before whispering, “I just want to try something new. How about you blow my trumpet here after we’re done with the project?”
You almost yelled at him out of disbelief.
“Are you fucking nuts?!” you growled at him, trying to suppress your voice. You looked around, luckily, nobody seemed to notice your little commotion. Now you knew why he chose to sit in a corner of the room, relatively hiding away from the cameras.
“What’s wrong?” Steve acted innocent, “we did something similar to this once, remember?”
The scenes of you two fucking in the storehouse and the alley came to your mind, a shiver ran down your spine as you recalled, you almost got caught. And now he wanted that again. Damn it…
You jolted as the vibrator activated. Glaring at Steve, you saw he was holding the remote control on the table.
“Hey!” you panicked and attempted to snatch it, but he was fast to get the control out of your reach, “put it away, you idiot!”
“Only if you go down on me right now and right here,” Steve caught your wrist and grazed your fingers suggestively with his teeth, “I intended to have you choke on my cock later but damn, isn’t my hellfire cat tempting?” he kissed your knuckles, “it’s like you’re raring to pleasure me.”
You pulled your hand away and brought it down to cup your core. Your pussy was spasming, you could feel how drenched your panties were. Steve had just increased the acceleration, it was getting too much. You rubbed your thighs together and snarled at him, “who the fuck would ever want to pleasure you?! I just felt weird when you dragged me here.”
“Duh, a certain lady keeps lying to herself that she doesn’t want me despite how much of a slut she is but whatever,” he put his large palm on your head and guided it down, “you get on your knees or I’ll make you squirm like a bitch in heat in the middle of the library.”
You clenched your teeth and got under his carrel desk, praying no one would ever notice.
“Atta girl,” Steve praised and turned the vibrator off while spreading his legs, making room for you. He bit his lip as you used your teeth to pull his zipper down the way he liked, freeing his hard cock. He stroked your hair lovingly and reminded you, “remember to not be so loud.”
Warnings: demonic possession, death, medieval setting, sins and crimes, obsessive behaviour, possessive behaviour, jealousy, mention of murder/noncon
Words: 1.5k
Summary: The only way to save all of you was to kill you all
Based on Mr. Schadenfreude
“A noble ancient devil will be resurrected,” Strange read the divine revelation aloud in front of the gathering of villagers at the church, his voice solicitous, “one of you will be possessed and mercifully bring death to the corrupted souls of the villagers after exposing their sins.”
Noises started as soon as he finished the message. The rising panic and confusion was stifling. You held your breath, trying to keep your composure despite cold sweats dripping down your face.
Why on earth did a being from hell want to massacre everyone in a peaceful village under the name of salvation? Weren’t all devils depraved? Sins? Corrupted souls of the villagers? What did that mean? This place where you were born and raised fostered none fallen souls. You were all children of God.
The priest was just. The undertaker was compassionate. The night watchman was dutiful. The miller was amicable. The farmer was diligent. The weaver was humble. Just to name a few…
Literally the villagers were nothing but nice folks. How could the revelation refer to all of you as corrupted souls? And how could an unholy being be merciful? However, it was the divine revelation, it couldn’t be false, could it?
If it was true that a devil was going to crawl out of a crevice and take over one of the villagers to kill everyone… Did this mean your relationship with Steve would be jeopardised?
You were shaking like a tremulous leaf, if not for Steve to intertwine his fingers with yours to keep you grounded, you would’ve collapsed to the ground.
“Don’t be scared, darling,” he tightened his grip and kissed your temple, “I’ll protect you at all cost.”
You looked at him with teary eyes and nodded. Yes, there was nothing to be afraid of, as long as Steve was here with you, everything was going to be fine.
Strange was quiet for a long while when the villagers were desperately begging him for help and advice, probably he was dwelling on a way to prevent the inevitable event. Eventually, he told you all to avoid going out at night, put a branch of ginkgo at the foot of your beds, and scatter agarwood sawdust around your houses. For those who had to leave their abodes at night such as night watchmen, they had to carry a clove of garlic and hold a tiny string of beads in their mouths. He specially instructed you all to not mention about the hellish thing, unless you wanted to evoke it.
If the village abided, he said, from now until the next revelation arrived, everyone would be safe.
Strange was a respected person even before he became priest, he always gave reliable directions and advice for any situation. Hence, the tension declined quickly once he finished his speech.
Though you should also keep one of the talismans your late mother gave you from now on, the other one you would make Steve wear it. Moreover, dandelions were a powerful protective flower, you were going to collect some and bathe with them to wash away the negative energy.
Soon everyone dispersed, going to prepare everything as the priest said so that all could hopefully turn back to their normal peaceful life.
A fortnight had passed yet nothing had happened so far, your worry started to cease. Although still following the priest’s instructions, you were more and more confident that nothing bad would happen. You dared not to claim the revelation was false, but how could the villagers be punished if you all have committed no sins?
It was late in the afternoon when Steve got home while you were putting some plants together in a bowl by your desk. He always spent time sparring with Sam and Bucky till dusk.
“Welcome home, Steve. You’re finally back,” you greeted without looking up and began to grind the content.
Ever since the revelation, you’d asked him to go home early for safety. Today, though, he must have been so absorbed in training to be late.
Steve hummed in answer and strode straight to your place, standing behind you.
“The bread’s aroma smells good,” he murmured.
“Thanks, dear. They’re freshly baked. Natasha ordered some bread and wine again, she said her family enjoyed the food I made a lot,” you puffed your chest, rejoicing in his compliments, “told me her parents have been sleeping well. Even her babies, who often make a fuss at the wee hours, have stopped crying till now.”
Aside from Natasha, you also had to make something for Jane, she wanted an apple pie. Jane meekly confessed to you the other day that she’d bring it to the night watchman tomorrow night, she especially asked you to add a few drops of your secret ingredient into the pie. Jane was smitten with the guy. Of course she was. He was handsome and hefty. Many girls in the village fell for him. And it was a smart move that she found a way to win him over first.
“What is this?” Steve picked up a tiny glass bottle among other containers of yours on the desk, he squinted his eyes while examining the dusty violet liquid.
You giggled at his joke, “you know what it is, dear.”
Steve said nothing for a moment, then he asked again with a faint voice.
“Did you also use this thing to make him bang you?”
Your hand halted stirring the content, you blinked. “What?! No, dear,” you laughed then continued with your work, “why would I ever want Thor when I have you?”
“Aw, all right,” Steve put the potion down and cupped your cheeks, guiding your head upward. His intense eyes gazed into yours, “let me rephrase it, did you use this philtre to make this flesh vessel of mine bang you?”
“St-” your mouth agape, it couldn’t even fully form his name. And you stared at him with wide eyes.
Steve… no, this wasn’t your Steve… the glorious blue eyes you always coveted for were gone, replaced by a pair of glowing golden orbs. His scleras now tinted the dark of a moonless night. You sucked in a sharp breath as you stared at them.
“Look at you, child. Scared shitless to the point you can’t even move a muscle,” the thing derided, it grabbed your shoulders painfully and yanked you out of your seat, throwing you to the floor.
Terror dripped down your veins and permeated your bones, you didn’t even feel the pain when your body hit the ground. You tremblingly sat up and turned around to face the being.
A wicked grin was imprinted on the face of your Steve, but it ceased after the devil noticed something strange.
“What’s wrong, sinful child? Why don’t you scream nor run?”
It felt silent for a while, then its golden eyes glowed red as it peered into your soul.
“Oh…” it got contemplative and huffed out a soft laugh once those eyes turned yellow again, “oh, I see. The thing you fear isn’t death, is it?”
You didn’t answer, you couldn’t. You would never acknowledge that.
“Your lover can hear us, you know? Thanks to me, he’s just learnt the sins you committed, including the one which you poisoned Peggy Carter to death with the same potion the Romanoff woman bought from you. Ah, he knows it all, poor child, he knows what you did,” the devil mocked, false pity in its voice, the voice that belonged to him, “he’s fighting so fruitlessly hard to regain control.”
You crumbled to the ground upon being confronted in front of Steve. Tears spilled out of your eyes like rain. No… you didn’t want him to know the things you had done to Peggy and the love potion. You couldn’t bear the thought of him loathing you for that.
“Do you want to know something?” the devil took a leisurely step toward you, making you flinch, “Steve Rogers once slandered a man called Brock Rumlow just because he envied said man for being close to you, child.”
Your eyes widened, you felt like you were hit with a ton of bricks.
Rumlow who was a funny hunter. At that time, assuming Steve enjoyed Peggy’s company more than yours, you purposely flirted with Rumlow and fooled around a lot to get his attention and make him jealous.
Rumlow who was convicted of poaching two years ago. As for the punishment, he was sewn into a deer skin and then hunted down by ferocious dogs.
You gulped, trying to process the information. Hope gradually bubbled inside your soul. Did Steve do that for you? He committed a crime for you. He did that for you. He loved you. He’d already loved you since then!
A metal screeching sound pulled you out of your thoughts, you stared at your possessed lover, noticing a scythe in his hand, yet you were no longer frightened.
“You'll be the first of many but worry not, he’s going to see you in hell once I bestow all of you corrupted souls with Golden Slumbers.”
Upon hearing that, your face muscles relaxed, the facial tension was gone and replaced by euphoria. You were going to be with Steve again, so even death couldn’t slip up your love. Well, wasn’t it great?!
So you smiled and extended your arms as the devil dressed in your lover’s skin raised the scythe with a wicked grin, about to strike.
“I’ll be waiting for you, my love.”
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So this is the idea I had after watching mr. schadenfreude when it was published last year, and I planned on drawing a little doujinshi for my babies but I was procrastinating and then got life crisis lmao. Recently I happen to think about it, and I decided to give the idea for this fandom and vibe with Steve lol
Duhhhh how coincident it is, last year I came up with an idea that Rin was also a sinner and her thing was poison making. Then last week I read a comment said that Len poisoned Miku with the wine in Rin’s basket lol lol lol
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