You know. I get in my head. I've been thinking a lot. Listening to a lot of music. Realising that I really don't need others to approve of my ideas or the way I write for my original work bc nothing ever happened from just thinking about it.
But I also thought... when I finish my book and put it out there, whatever way I can, I just hope one person reads it and holds it close to them as a piece of comfort or escape or just sheer indulgence. That those words can help them find some sort of positivity or enjoyment.
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 646
Summary: Steve loves getting lost in you.
Warnings: Explicit sexual content. Explicit language. Unprotected sex. Implied size difference. THESE NEXT FEW WARNINGS WILL RUIN A TWIST, SO IF YOU DON'T WANT TO BE SPOILED, SCROLL AND DIVE IN. Implied non con. Implied kidnapping. Basement wifing.
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The sound that fell from your lips when you finally came was like music to Steve's ears.
It was sharp and breathless and somehow shocked, like you were surprisedâeven after all this timeâthat he could make you feel so good.
And god, it had him throbbing so hard as he groaned and dropped his sweaty forehead to yours.
"Fuck, honey, you feel so good," he murmurred against your lips, stealing a gentle kiss even as his hips started to plow into you harder. Deeper.
Despite how careful he tried to be with you, because you were so much smaller than himâso delicate, tooâin the moments leading up to his orgasm, he couldn't help but let go, just a little.
The bed rocked and squeaked as he fucked you, his big hand finding yours and loosely lacing your fingers together as he grunted your name and gave another fierce rut of his hips.Â
It was your responding cryâall wordless and high pitched and desperateâthat had him tipping over the edge.
"Mmmm, god, this pussy," he groaned, snapping his hips as his first few spurts of cum warmed your insides.
You couldnât help it as another small rise quaked through you, squeezing your eyes shut as your core fluttered and pulsed, milking Steve's cock, just the way he liked.Â
"Yeah, that's it, sweetheart," he panted, hips still going as he cradled your cheek and dropped his lips to yours. "Love it when this pretty pussy goes wild for me, gets so greedy and needy for my cock."
Your quiet whine was muffled by a thorough, filthy kiss, and by the time Steve stole all the air from your lungs, he had filled you full of his seed and sank against you with a satisfied hum.
"I love you, sweet girl," he breathed.
Just as he went to kiss you, you turned away. "Please, don't."
Steve frowned, then sighed as you started to shove at his chest, your nails digging into his bare, sweaty skin before he finally pulled away, out of you, watching as you curled onto your side, hugging your knees to your chest as you started to cry.
âCome on, donât be like that," he huffed, raking a hand through his hair and pushing the long strands away from his rosy, bearded face.
âI just want to go home," you trembled through quiet sobs.
âYou are home," Steve snapped.
Despite the harsh tone of his voice, and how easily he could hurt you, you just cried harder, doing the thing he hated most as you lost yourself to your painâŠ
And ignored him.
Steve watched you for a long moment, jaw clenched and eyes dark. His fingers curled against his thighs, the only minute show of the way he was suppressing the rage bubbling up inside of him.Â
The disappointment.
But you were too busy ignoring him, being so ungrateful, to even notice.
"Fine!" he gritted, wrangling you back to the center of your bed and fitting the steel manacles secured to the bedposts around your wrists. "Just so you know, I was gonna bring you up to my room tonight, because I know how much you hate it down here in the dark all by yourself, but now we'll both need to wait until you deserve it.â
He lingered a beat to see how you'd respond, hoping you begged him to undo your restraints, to take you upstairs with himâŠ
To love you.Â
But you didnât, you just turned away from him, curled into a ball, and kept on crying.Â
Growling, Steve shoved away from your bed. He stalked across the small basement and stormed up the stairs, slamming the heavy, steel door shut hard enough to make the entire cabin rattle.Â
As the sound of his anger and disappointment faded, you continued to cry, alone in the dark basementâyour prisonâand still leaking Steve's cum.Â
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