You sweet, beautiful bean! Happy hoelidays to you! ❄️ I wanted to drop you a small token of appreciation for all of your support! ❤️
Warnings: Soft!dark Steve. Mob elements. Abduction and forced relationship. Forced exhibitionism. Implied dub con oral sex (m receiving).
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You pressed your lips together in a firm line to try to stop the way your lower lip was wobbling. Tears burned at the back of your eyes but you stubbornly blinked them away.
You could be brave.
You had to be brave.
It really shouldn't surprise you, after all, considering who your father was, that you would one day end up here, just another pawn in the mob game.
A gift to be given to your now dead father's biggest rival, mobster Steve Rogers.
As you stood in the middle of his study late at night after being taken from your family home and delivered to him–like a present–he slowly circled you like the predator that he was.
Steve finally came to a stop before you, his big, broad body towering over yours. He was so close that you could feel the heat of him seep through the thin silk material of your robe and your sleep cami and panties that lay beneath that.
Eyes like two dark pools of desire, Steve gently tugged on the tie at the front of your robe, touching you for the first time as his fingers skimmed your bare shoulders as he pushed the robe from your body.
You shivered as you felt it pool at your feet, your nipples pebbling hard, from the cold air of the room, you firmly told yourself.
Despite the way you wanted to shove him away, to run from him, to hide from him, you didn't. As he continued to undress you–leisurely, enjoying himself–you stood before him and stared past him, focusing on keeping your terrified, humiliated tears at bay.
You lost that battle once he knelt at your feet and tugged your panties down, slowly rising to stand over you once more, his big, warm hands skimming along the curves of your body and feeling the way you shook with a suppressed sob as he admired you.
Steve cooed at you softly, tugging you close, uncaring of how rigid you were against him as he pressed a kiss to the crown of your head.
"You're a worthy gift, sweetheart. So, here's the deal, I don’t want to hurt you," he spoke firmly–authoritatively–as his hands gently caressed along your bare back. "But you’re mine now, and the sooner you accept that, the easier it will be for you, do you understand?”
Sniffling back a new wave of tears, you nodded shakily.
“Good," Steve praised, stepping away and tipping your face up with a solitary finger beneath your chin so your eyes had no choice but to meet his. "Then get on your knees and show me.”
Another sob caught in your chest as you stared at him, your body burning with shame at his request–his command–and with a new flood of tears streaming down your cheeks, you sank to your knees at Steve's feet, fingers trembling as you reached for his belt and he purred out a very pleased:
“Good girl.”
OMG SIRI!!!
This is literally the best Christmas gift I could ever hope for!!!
HOE-KAY-
Steve was nice to you, to say the least. He gave you his card, so you can buy dresses, handbags, heels, ... whatever you want. Occasionally, he'd take you shopping too. Expensive lingerie that wouldn't last more than an hour after you put it on, jewels that go around your neck and wrist or end up between your butt cheeks.
He was the decent gentleman in New York by day, and a ferocious monster at night. Take, take, take was all he did, ripping orgasms from your poor body until there was no more left in you.
His favorite words are "one more." "One more kiss for me, sweet girl." When you would offer your swollen lips. "One more, just one more." When he was coaxing and cooing, rubbing ruthless circles on your puffy bud, while his cock slammed all the way down to your cervix, squeezing a pathetic whimper out of your sore throat.
I need a mob steve right now or I'd burst in horniness
Thank you sm for this snippet<333