Oct 26, 2023
seen from United States
seen from New Zealand
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from China
seen from China
seen from United States
seen from China
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Germany
seen from China
seen from United States
seen from Azerbaijan
seen from Russia
Adrift
Sequel to Getaway | Homecoming | Non Grata
Warnings: noncon sex (oral and intercourse), angst. This is dark!(nomad)Steve and explicit. 18+ only. PLEASE HEED THE WARNINGS. I mean it, I’m not gonna tell you again.
Summary: The reader tries to start over but there’s one thing she can’t shake.
Note: Really my goal here is just to see how much of an asshole I can make Steve. I like to think I’ve done a decent job of that so without further ado here’s some nomad!Steve you wanna punch in the face.
Anyways, hope you all enjoy and let me know what you think as always. Love ya <3
-
You had never kept a real secret from Gia. It felt like a second betrayal; first Ethan, now her. You were sisters, you told each other everything. As any sibling, you had your arguments, but they never lasted long. You always ended up laughing about it in the end. Not this. Never this. She couldn’t know about this.
You tiptoed through the door upon your return from the hotel. Despite the shower, you felt dirty. Steve hadn’t really let you wash up. You could feel him now; his body against yours as he pressed you the frosted glass of the stall. It was just as precarious as the window. The phone rung several more times. He didn’t care.
The air mattress was half-deflated. You didn’t care as you laid across it, wide awake until the sun rose. You woke at the same time as Gia and readied in silence for work. She wasn’t much of a morning person but you didn’t mind so much. You had your coffee, a bowl of granola, and headed out. Menial customer issues would distract you from much greater problems. You couldn’t wait.
You expected to hear from Steve that night. Again, you were wrong. You never knew with this man. He was entirely unpredictable. That was worse than his brutality. The sheer effect he had on you. The pit that formed in your stomach when you thought of him. The way it plummeted when he finally appeared before you. The way his voice made you quake.
That night, you jumped every time a car drove by or the fridge kicked up and began to buzz. You didn’t sleep much more than the previous night. The pattern held. Restless nights, empty days. You distracted yourself with work then searched online for a new apartment. The sooner you were away from Gia the better. You could hear his threats still. You’d never forgive yourself if he touched her. Hell, you’d never forgive yourself after what he did to Ethan.
When you did find a place for yourself, it was both a relief and a smack in the face. You’d be on your own for the first time in two years. It was frightening even without the super soldier lurking in the shadows. Another week and you’d be due to move in. You had a lot to do and it kept you from dwelling over greater problems. You found a lightly used sofa online and your mother offered the old dining table she had placed in storage last year. You pieced together your new life; a patchwork of odds and ends. The perfect reflection of the chaos which had taken over.
Gia was back on afternoons. The boutique she worked at was high-end and often demanded more than the usual customer service. The suits and socialites who frequented weren’t shy with the staff. Drinks at the hottest most expensive clubs and gifts for those chosen as favourites. Your sister wasn’t coy about her lifestyle. She liked to party and was intent on enjoying her youth while it lasted. You were always been the safe one. Boring, even.
A text assured you she wouldn’t be home till morning if at all before her next shift. It wasn’t unusual. It happened once before since you started staying with her. You only made sure that she was smart and safe in her decisions. A tracker on her phone to keep you assured.
It was almost eleven. You had the next day off and no reason to pretend to sleep. You sat on the air mattress, your back against the couch, as reruns of Friends blared from the television. You were growing a bit sleepy as you sunk down against the single pillow. It was an oddly peaceful night. Your new normal. Alone...until you weren’t.
The door handle clicked and the lock slid open. You reached for your phone and checked for a missed message as you called over your shoulder. “I thought you said you were staying out, Gi,” You chuckled. “Typical, always back in time to ruin my--” You sat up and waited for her to appear at the end of the hall. “Shit.” You swore as another stood in her place.
Steve smiled and leaned against the door frame. You gulped and got to your knees. “Ah, stay,” He pushed himself away from the wall, “You look…” He neared the end of the mattress knelt down to lift a knee onto it. “Cozy,” He smirked as he crawled towards you. He sat against the couch just beside you and cracked his neck. “I know I’ve been a bit M.I.A. lately but I’ll make it up to you.”
You stared at him bewildered. He acted as if this was completely normal. Barging into your sister’s apartment and sitting next to you as if he wasn’t your own personal tormentor. He stretched his arm over your shoulders and sighed.
“I’ve seen this before,” He pointed to the screen, “I like the sarcastic one.”
You blinked. He was batshit crazy. You lowered your eyes to your lap and played with the strings of your pajama shorts. He pulled you closer and you stiffened.
“What if she had been here?” You gritted.
“You’re cute,” He teased, “It is my mission to know everything about you. Every thought you have, every move you make...even now I know exactly what’s running through that stubborn little head of yours.” Your nostrils flared as you glared at him. “I really think you should just get it all out.”
You narrowed your eyes but said nothing.
“You wanna hit me so I think maybe you should and see what happens,” You balled your fist but kept from striking him. He was goading you so that you’d do the same to him. You shook your head and looked away. “Well, if you’re not gonna hit me, you better stop looking at me like that.”He grabbed your chin and turned your head back to him. His hand slipped down to your neck and he squeezed.
“That look really pisses me off,” He sneered, his grip grew tighter around your throat. “And I’ve barely earned it. I think I’ve been rather nice so far.” Your head felt as if it was swelling as you gasped for breath. He leaned in and hissed in your ear, “I could’ve killed him, you know that? And it would’ve been all your fault.” He released you roughly and you replaced his hand with yours, “I could still do it so why don’t you wipe that snarl off your face and put that mouth to some use.”
You stared at him and he smugly unzipped his jeans. Your eyes fell as he parted his fly and pulled his cock out above the vee. You had never met anyone so brazen. So completely evil. His cock wasn’t hard enough to stand on its own. You closed your eyes and swallowed. Your lips trembled as you searched for the strength. Just do it. Get it over with.
You slid over and bent over him, your back against his torso as you held yourself up with a hand on the other side of him. You took his cock and began to stroke him. You felt it twitch and harden. You bowed your head and flicked your tongue across his tip. He stretched his fingers across the back of your head and pushed you down. You opened your lips around him and he forced his cock to the back of your throat.
You slid your mouth up and down his length as he pet the back of your head. He was hard within seconds. You gagged on him and your shoulders shook. He ran his hand between them as you fought to hold back the next retch. You swallowed around him and caught your breath. You continued to bob your head, your neck ached from the awkward angle.
He moaned and held onto the back of your neck. The air mattress dipped beneath your weight as you shifted it on the floor. Your jaw began to hurt and you felt as if you had been sucking him for an hour. Your spit dribbled along the vee of his pants and you worked more vigorously in hopes that you’d be done. His voice grew louder and you were assured of his imminent release.
He came down your throat as he held you there. You gulped it down as best you could, your throat constricted around his cock. You slapped the mattress as you struggled for air and finally he let go. You sat up and heaved, his cum smeared around your lips. You leaned against the couch heavily and the mattress jostled below you.
“You don’t think we’re done, do you?” He growled.
Steve grabbed your arm and led you flat onto the mattress. He grabbed the elastic of your shorts and tore them down your legs. He tossed them on the floor and pushed your legs apart. He shoved his jeans down just below his ass and leaned over you, an elbow beside your head as he positioned himself at your entrance.
“I know you missed me,” He pushed inside and you squeaked. “Goddamn, I can just feel it.” He snaked a hand beneath your tank top and fondled your tit. “Your so fucking wet. Can you hear that?”
He held his breath as he thrust into you. You could hear how slick you were as he moved in and out of you. You turned your head in shame and his hot breath rushed over you. You couldn’t help the bloom you felt as he plunged into you. He was just as rough as any other time. He pressed you into the mattress until you felt the floor beneath.
You moaned as he pushed your shirt up your torso. He kept his rhythm as he bowed his head to take a nipple in his mouth. You arched your back at the tingle it sent down your spine. You grasped the sheets below to keep from grabbing the back of his head. Even if you didn’t want it to feel good, it did. You bent your legs around him and he ground harder into you.
You whimpered as you tried to smother your orgasm in your palm. He reached up and pulled your hand away as you exclaimed, your walls pulsed around him as you came. He lifted his head to watch the storm of pleasure and shame that swept over you. It only spurred him on and his hips snapped against yours.
He grunted and wrapped his thick fingers around your wrists. He held your hands above your head as he raised and dropped his pelvis with all his weight. He bottomed out each time and you whined. You gasped for air and snarled. Your entire body tensed and a sudden bang filled your ears. The air rushed out from beneath you. You were pressed to the floor as Steve gave no heed to the deflating mattress.
He kept hold of your wrists as he pushed himself up. His buried himself inside of you and gave a roar. His hot cum filled you and seeped out around his cock as he rode out his orgasm. He slowed to a stop and pulled out. He let go of you and reached down to slip his finger inside of you.
“You feel that, hmm? I’m inside of you,” He leaned back on his heels to watch himself play with his cum. You tried to press your legs together and he pinched your thigh. “You like it when I cum in you, don’t you?” You pressed your lips together and shook your head. “Don’t lie.” He slapped your thigh and you cried out.
“Yes,” You knew he’d never believe otherwise and you weren’t quite sure it wasn’t the truth. “Yes, I like it.”
“I know you do,” He shoved another finger inside and you wiggled your hips. “Look at you. So desperate.” You moaned and slung your arm over our face to hide. He pulled it away and removed his hand from your pussy. “Tell me you want me to fuck you again.”
Your eyes widened and your heart raced. You licked your bottom lip before you spoke. “I...want you to fuck me.”
“Hmm?” He cupped his ear. “What was that?” He slid his fingers out and dragged themalong your folds. “I want you to beg me so I can hear you.”
You closed your eyes and inhaled deeply. What if Gia came home early? What if he stayed too long and she walked in on you? How would you explain this? What would Steve do? To you? To her? You needed him gone sooner than later.
“Please, Captain,” You inserted the title in hopes it would appease him. You opened your eyes and lifted your head as you pouted up at him. “Please fuck me.” He brought his fingers back along your entrance and danced around it. “Please, I need you to fuck me.” You spread your legs as wide as you could. “Fuck me, Captain.”
He pushed his fingers inside and chuckled as you spasmed against his hand. He pressed his thumb to your clit and curled his fingers inside of you. You gasped and clung to the mess of sheets around you. “Tell me exactly how you want me to fuck you.” He kept his hand moving, enough that you were panting and twitching.
“I want, um, I want…” You gulped as he plucked at your core with his fingers. “You to fuck me…” You tried to think but it was all so blurry as the pressure gathered around his hand. “Fuck me...fuck me…” You struggled to keep your thoughts straight as you dropped your head back to the flat mattress. “Fuck...me...from behind.” You hissed as your thighs began to shake, “Captain.”
You came with a cry. Your entire body went limp and your chest rose and fell rapidly with your breaths. He slowly withdrew his fingers and brought them to your lips. He shoved them in your mouth and pressed against your tongue until you licked away your own cum. He smiled and pulled them out, his other hand on your hip.
“Go on and turn over,” He commanded and wiped his fingers down your chest. “Get that ass up.”
-
It was the first of the month. The first day of the rest of your life. What a fucking cliche. It was what Gia had said that morning when you woke up. The night before you had returned to the apartment you had shared with Ethan and gathered up the few boxes of your possessions. Ethan had taken the bed, the couch, and the table. You got the armchair your grandmother had given you and the coffee table, but one leg of your desk had been conspicuously broken. You sent the rest of the furniture to the second-hand store and cleared out the last scraps of your old life.
Your new apartment was small but it would feel awfully big with next to no furniture. Your uncle had donated the old fold-out bed they kept for sleepovers when you were a kid and it would be the only piece in the bedroom but for the bookcase. The bed was easy enough to move. The metal frame and worn foam mattress were meant for convenience. It would be a sad sight in your new space. A perfect symbol of your fall from grace.
With the few pieces of furniture unloaded and dumped haphazardly in your front room, you began on the boxes. Six in total but each required its own trip. You followed Gia around the side of the building. The elevator was conveniently out of service and the back staircase was the shortest route to your apartment. You left the door propped open for your second and third trip up, again you took the rear.
You should’ve been excited about finally getting your new place but there was little to be happy about these days. Your life had continued in its usual gloom. Steve had visited several times since the night he broke your air mattress. Gia had shrugged at your explanation of tripping onto it and was even less fazed on those mornings she returned to find you grimly silent. Break-ups were hard; that’s what she must have thought.
The front of your box collided with Gia’s back as she stopped short and you looked up as a figure blocked the doorway. You hid your surprise behind the cardboard as Steve’s hands kept the box in Gia’s hands from overturning.
“Woah,” He smiled, “Sorry about that. I didn’t even see you coming.”
“Oh, it’s...fine,” You heard the rise in her voice. Oh no, she thought he was cute. “I should’ve looked where I was going.”
“Come on, Gi,” You grumbled.
“Here, let me help,” Steve kept hold of the box. She surrendered it easily and you held in a groan. “Wow, heavy.”
“You really don’t have to,” Gia chirped and you knew she was giving him that smile. You wanted to kick her in the ass.
“Really, you don’t,” You intoned from behind her. Steve’s eyes flicked over her shoulder to you and he adjusted the box in his arms.
“Where are you headed?” He asked as he looked back to Gia.
“Fourth floor,” Her voice was bubbly. She had never had great taste in men but she couldn’t have chosen worse.
“Really? I’m on the fourth floor,” He turned and headed back inside. Gia followed eagerly and you slowly kicked yourself into step.
Gia peeked over her shoulder as she climbed the stairs ahead of you and smiled. “He’s cute,” She mouthed. You shook your head and frowned. You were out of breath by the fourth and a chill went through you as Gia announced your apartment number. He would’ve found out eventually, you were sure, but so soon? How had he even traced you here?
He stepped back as she moved around him and opened the door. He nodded for you to pass and you avoided his eyes. You stepped inside and set the box with the rest. Steve did the same and straightened up with a sigh.
“So, both of you moving in or…?”
“Just her,” Gia answered, “I’m just helping, you know, like a good sister.”
“Shhh,” You hushed her and crossed your arms.
“Well, I live just down the hall so...if you need anything,” He sounded like a completely normal person. This was an act he had perfected. “Oh, yeah, I’m Nick.”
You almost scoffed but instead hid it with a cough. Gia gave you a sharp look before turning back to ‘Nick’. “I’m Gia,” She introduced herself in a singsong. “I really appreciate the help.”
You recited your name mechanically and grumbled a thanks. You bent and opened a box. “If you don’t mind, we have unpacking to do.”
“Not at all,” Steve, or Nick, replied as he stood in the doorway. “I was actually just on my way out but I could spare a few seconds to help.” He slowly backed into the hall, “Have fun, you two.”
“Bye,” Gia chirped after him and you reached over to shut the door with a huff. She turned on you and smacked your shoulder as you sorted through the box. “What the fuck? Could you have been more of a bitch?”
“Quite possibly,” You answered as you stood. “I should’ve labelled these.”
“Not every guy is Ethan,” She said and you stopped.
“He definitely isn’t Ethan,” You growled. “Don’t you ever--”
“Why won’t you tell me what happened? You two, you were inseparable, and now--”
“Now we’re done. Things end, Gia.” You spat. “Whether we want them to or not.” You gulped as your eyes burned. You hadn’t cried over Ethan since the day you had broken up. The day after Steve had ruined everything. You shook your held sniffed back the tears. “I’m trying to start over. Alone.”
“Nice to know you still have a heart in there” She said, “You don’t always have to be strong, you know?”
“I’m not...strong,” You lifted the box and turned to carry it to the bedroom. You were thankful she couldn’t see your face as a tear trickled down your cheek.
-
It didn’t take long to arrange your apartment. Not many words passed between you and Gia for the rest of the afternoon. She left just as the sun began to set and you were left to fill your bookcase and mope. This place felt as empty as you did. Airy and silent. You tossed the empty box with the rest in the corner of the living room and stared out at the greying sky. Shadows rippled across the bare walls and shrouded the doorframes.
You returned to the bedroom and grabbed a towel from the linen closet beside the door. You yawned and retreated to the cube-like bathroom. It was small. Just wide enough for a bath. Another downgrade in your life. Another gripe to swallow. You hung the towel over the bar and twisted the faucet. You held your hand beneath the shower head, a good two minutes before the water warmed up.
You were numb as you undressed and stepped into the steamy shower. You stood beneath the steady flow for ten minutes before you snapped out of your daze. You took the soap and scrubbed at your skin. The dust and sweat of your move slaked away. Then you grabbed the shampoo and lathered up your hair. You closed your eyes leaned back as you let the water wash away the bubbles.
The rings of the shower curtain whined against the metal and you shouted as you opened your eyes to an unexpected shadow. Steve’s hand was on the plastic curtain as he smirked back at you. You tried to cover yourself and he chuckled. You realized how pointless that was. You cranked the tap off and sighed. He reached back and grabbed the towel. He tossed it at you and stepped away from the shower.
“I like Gia,” He said, “She’s nice.”
You rubbed dry your hair and wrapped the towel around yourself. You tried not to slip as you stepped out of the shower. You gripped the wall as your anger flashed. “Don’t you talk about her. Don’t you even think--”
“Oh, don’t trouble yourself,” He casually walked out of the tight bathroom, “If I had wanted to do something, I would’ve done it.” He turned back as he leaned on the wall just outside your bedroom. “You know I could’ve.”
You stopped just outside the bathroom door. You crossed your arms and sneered up at him. “Haven’t you done enough?”
“You should be thanking me. I got you your independence.” He pushed himself away from the wall. His boots echoed on the hardwood as he strode into the front room. “Come on. Don’t make me drag you.” He called over his shoulder. You followed reluctantly. “Obviously, Ethan just wasn’t doing the job well enough.”
You kept quiet as he neared the couch. He dragged his hand along the stiff arm and bent to test the spring beneath his fingers. He turned back and pointed to the cushion; a wordless order. You inched over to him and he laughed.
“I mean, look at you. You don’t even put up a fight anymore.” As you came around the coffee table he reached out and ripped the towel from around you. “On your knees.” He pointed to the couch. Your nostrils flared as you glared at him. You didn’t move. “Don’t you ever think about the cabin? How easily you just let me in. I think you were waiting for me. Something in you needs me.”
Your lips parted as you stared up at him. Was he right? Had you just been waiting for the chance to betray Ethan? How hard had you fought? Sure, you were afraid but you could have resisted him. You should have bled rather than surrendered.
“No, it’s not true,” You said weakly. You stepped back and he caught your arm. “Let go of me.” You brought your fist up and he easily deflected it. “I don’t want to do this anymore. I never wanted to.”
“You can deny yourself, but you can’t deny me,” He snarled as he twisted you around to face the couch. He pressed himself to your back and pushed your legs against the sofa. “You can say no but your body....” He tisked, “It doesn’t lie.”
His grabbed the back of your neck and pushed you forward until you were forced to lift your knees onto the couch. You clung to the back as he released you. He smacked the back of your head and you barely kept yourself from hitting the wall.
“Now, let’s not try that again.” He slapped your ass next and you yelped. “I’ve been patient. Nice, even, but you’re really pushing it.”
Another strike across your rear and your chest was to the back of the couch. He kneaded your ass and you heard him fumbling with his belt. You closed your eyes and shuddered. The clink of his buckle was followed by the descent of his zipper. You braced yourself as he dragged his boots closer to the couch.
He slipped his hard cock between your cheeks and rubbed it along your entrance. He pushed in without warning and you hissed. He bottomed out with a snap of his pelvis. You whimpered and he gripped your hips. He pulled out and thrust back in with even more force. He did not relent as you lurched forward, your forehead pressed to the cool wall.
“I ran into Ethan,” He said between ragged breaths. Your head shot up and he shoved it back into the wall, one hand still on your hip as you arched your back against him. “Outside of Gia’s. I think he was missing you.”
“Nooo.” You rasped, “S-s-stop…”
“He saw before I could hide. Too bad.” Steve gloated as he rammed into you over and over. “You should’ve seen his face,” He grunted and your moans were close to sobs. “You know, I’m not gonna lie to the boy. Better for all of us.”
“Get--away. Get away from me,” You tried to push back but he held you to the couch. He slammed into even hard, each thrust punctuated by a whimper.
“He asked if we were fucking. I said yes. He tried to hit me,” Steve paused as he caught his breath. His motion didn’t waver. “Don’t worry, I didn’t hurt--him.” He grunted and kept on, “But I don’t think he’ll be bothering--us, ugh, any--more.”
He sank into you completely and came. He rocked his hips slowly and rode out his climax. His cum seeped out around his cock and he reached between your legs to spread it down your thighs. He pulled out carefully and let go of you. You stayed as you were, too ashamed to face him.
“Turn around and clean up your mess,” He slapped your ass, “Don’t make me tell you twice.”
You shook as you pushed away from the wall. You turned as his cum continued to dribble down your thighs. You sat back on your heels and stared at his cock. His hand cradled your jaw and he urged you on. You opened your mouth and slipped your lips around his tip. You could taste yourself on him.
You pressed on until he was at the back of your throat. You bobbed your head a few times before he was fully hard again. You pushed your tongue against his cock as the cum and saliva wetted your lips. Your mouth made slick sounds around him as you leaned forward on your hands. A pang pinched your neck and you hummed around him as you struggled to breathe.
“Fuck, girl,” His hand was on the back of your head again. “I told you to clean up, not make a bigger mess.”
He shoved himself deeper down your throat with each thrust and your hands slipped from the edge of the couch to the front of his jeans. You clung to him as you struggled not to fall over. You could feel the tremble in him. The only sign of humanity you had ever witnessed in him and he came again. You swallowed and he moaned in approval as he kept your head moving until he was done.
He pushed you away from him, a string of spit and cum hung between your mouth and his cock as you fell back on the couch. You were entirely drained. Your lip trembled as you slumped over on your side and buried your face in your hands. Don’t cry, don’t cry, you urged yourself. Don’t let him see you cry.
You sniffed and pushed yourself up. He watched as you wiped your mouth and met his gaze. The corner of his lips twitched and he gave a low chuckle. “You’re so fucking stubborn, you know that?”
-
tags to be added in reblog
Reblog if you're an extra person everywhere, and there's no place to you anywhere (family, school, university, job, among friends).
Fucking persona non grata
from the “Non Grata” performance in Athens School of Fine Arts (2016)
DASH sqaron statusin e Berishës: janë dhënë përjashtime, jo domosdoshmërisht heqje e “non grata”
Pretendimi i Sali Berishës se i është hequr “non grata” ka marrë një sqarim nga Departamenti Amerikan i Shtetit, por jo në formën që është paraqitur politikisht në Tiranë. Sipas versionit zyrtar të përcjellë me email në përgjigje të kërkesës së aktulitet.al, DASH thotë se ka dhënë përjashtime për disa përcaktime të nenit 7031(c), duke theksuar se këto masa lidhen me interesin kombëtar të SHBA-së…
Tritan Shehu pas heqjes së “non gratës” për Berishën: “Mësim historik”, opozita feston
Heqja e statusit “non grata” për Sali Berishën nga SHBA ka prodhuar reagime të menjëhershme në kampin opozitar, ku zhvillimi po lexohet si fitore politike dhe morale. Nga foltorja e Kuvendit, deputeti i PD-së Tritan Shehu e quajti vendimin një “mësim historik”, ndërsa figura të tjera të partisë zgjodhën tone të forta triumfi. Reagimi i Tritan Shehut në Kuvend Deputeti demokrat Tritan Shehu…
ONE MONTH LATER 02JUN2022
Photos by Taje Tross