Ohhhh obsessive perv!Steve has so much inspection kink potential. So much like and you KNOW heās big and he knows heās big on top of all of it so he just fingers you and wonāt let you squirm away and keeps spreading you open to see what heās doing to you without even ever having his dick inside you. Wowiessss
implied dub!con under the cut!!; obsessive!perv!steve; inspection kink; little bit of degradation; lots of possessiveness
i read this last night and almost died ā¦ā¦!!!!! like WOAH. had to write abt it.
āitās okay,ā he soothes. his voice is gentle, but his grip is not. he holds you open, palm resting on your inner thigh, forcing you open. ālet me see you.ā
youāre whining above him. so embarrassed to be on display like this. steveās your friend. when you went over to hang out, you didnāt realize this was on the itinerary.
but he pushed. kept asking invasive questions. kept closing the distance between you on his couch. put a hand on your thigh, letting his fingertips tickle the sensitive skin there. and then heās on his knees in front of you, pushing your legs apart, just to play with you.
and youāre letting him, because you sort of love it. always wanted to fuck him, anyway.
āiām too big for you,ā he says regrettably. heās spread your lips apart with his thumbs, staring wide-eyed at your opening. ālook how tight ā are you a virgin?ā
he asked you that approximately twenty minutes ago, apparently as foreplay.
āshut up,ā you breathe, trying to shut your legs again.
but steve intercepts with his elbows, keeping you spread, glaring up at you and shaking his head.
āyou know how long i waited for this?ā he asks lowly. āiām not letting you go so easy.ā
a thumb dips inward. it catches right on the edge of your hole, and he stretches it out ever so slightly before letting his finger slide away to the side.
āshit,ā he murmurs, only to himself. his thumb moves back, and he watches your poor little pussy twitch and clench before sinking his thumb inside of you without warning.
āohā!ā you gasp, your back arching, the intrusion unexpected. but as quickly as he started, he stopped. your arousal is evident by the slick sound of his finger slipping out of you, leaving your hole winking again.
steveās thumb gently works its way up to your clit. he only taps it at first, watching it pulse while you gasp sharply.
āso swollen,ā he says. sounds sympathetic. ābet itās sensitive, too āā
youāve never heard yourself make the noise that he pulls out of you when his thumb begins rubbing circles into your bud.
his voice is deep and breathless while he keeps up his movements. āthis pussyās mine, got that? iāll make it fit, baby. letās see what this pussy can do, yeah?ā
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Summary: Itās two years after Thanosā snap when youāre kidnapped. You wake up one day in the middle of nowhere, alone in a cabin with none other than Captain America. But he isnāt the hero everyone remembers anymore; thereās a darkness to him, an unhinged edge thatās driven him to stop asking for permission and to take what he wants. And, after watching you for a year, what he wants most is you. (Please read the authorās note!)
A/N: This story contains non-con elements, oral sex, kidnapping, drugging, and a very out-of character, insane Steve Rogers. I like to think that this story takes place in an AU where he kind of went off the deep end after Thanos. So keep that in mind as you read! Parts of it were inspired by this post, and the two songs I mention in this story are Unchained Melody by The Righteous Brothers and Dream A Little Dream of Me as performed by Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong. Enjoy!
There was music playing from somewhere close by. The song was familiar, but its sound was scratchy, grainy. The soft whir of some sort of machine accompanied its lyrics as you slowly regained consciousness.
Oh, my loveā¦. My darling⦠Iāve hungered for your touch a long, lonely timeā¦
You gulped even though your throat was as dry as bone, and your tongue felt almost papery as it darted out over your lips. The lighting of the room was dim and low, but your eyes stung nonetheless as they started to crack open. Your limbs were heavy, too heavy to move, and so you made neither movement nor sound as you gradually grew accustomed to wakefulness.
When you could finally make it out, you saw that the ceiling was high and made out of wood, and a ceiling fan was hanging from one of its many exposed beams. You blinked and furrowed your eyebrows as you turned your head towards the music, ignoring the rest of your surroundings until you found its source ā an old, battered record player resting atop a dresser that had been shoved up against the far wall.
Your eyes darted around the unfamiliar space, cataloguing everything else within it silently. Plush rugs were scattered about the room, and atop them sat rustic furnishings. In the corner, there were two armchairs sitting in front of two bookshelves; the dresser and a wardrobe were placed on the opposite side of the space, and you were resting on a bed that was right in the middle, pressed against the back wall. There were several heavy blankets covering you, and the quilt sitting on top of the pile was made of soft flannel.
Panic started to seep into your veins, but you pushed it aside as you attempted to sit up. It was as if someone had attached 50 pound weights to the end of each of your limbs. Your movements were sluggish and stilted as you scooted around atop the soft mattress; it was as if you were drunk, but your head was too clear for that to be the case. Clear and confused.
When you were eventually sitting up, you pulled your legs to hang over the side of the bed. There were two doors that you could see. One of them was opened just a crack, but you could see white tile floors on its other side; you were willing to bet it led to a bathroom. But across from where you sat, there was a second one, firmly shut. That was where you were headed.
Taking a deep breath, you gathered what little strength you possessed and pushed yourself off of the bed. The second your feet hit the floor, though, your knees wobbled, and within moments you were falling to the floor. Your left elbow took the brunt of your weight, jarring your body so hard that your teeth clattered together.
āFuck,ā you groaned, rolling over onto your back. You didnāt need to look to know youād be sporting a bruise soon.
You lay there, closing your eyes and listening to the record that was still turning on its player.
Lonely rivers flow to the sea, to the sea⦠To the open arms of the sea, yeahā¦
You had no idea where you were or how youād gotten there. The last thing you remembered was falling asleep in your bed at home, but after that it was all blank, and you were starting to feel afraid. You needed answers soon, before your anxiety could get the best of you. But judging by how fast your heart was beating, it wouldnāt be too long before it sent you headfirst into a panic attack of epic proportions.
Before you could muster the will to try and stand up again, you heard a rhythmic sound coming from the other side of the closed door. It was faint at first, but then louder as it approached.
Footsteps.
You had no time to try and scramble away as a man barged into the room, his blue eyes immediately falling to your prone form on the floor. Your eyes widened as you took him in ā he was a monolith of a man. Tall, built, sturdy ā you could see his biceps bulging beneath the flannel he was clad in, straining against the material as he hurried over to you.
āOh my gosh, doll, are you alright?ā he fretted, kneeling down beside you. You tried to squirm away as he reached for you, but you might as well have been fighting against a tree as he resolutely picked you up.
āHow did you get on the floor, baby girl?ā he continued, placing you down gently on the bed.
You drew your knees up to your chest and inched away from him, narrowing your eyes.
āWhoā¦ā you croaked, clearing your sore throat before trying once more to speak. āWho are you?ā
He shook his head at your question as he sat down on the bed, seemingly oblivious to your fear.
āAre you hurt? How long have you been awake?ā
āWho are you?ā you once more asked, ignoring his concern. āWhere am I? How did I get here?ā
The man sighed through his nose as he arched an eyebrow at you, and in the silence that followed you took the opportunity to study him.
A thick but well-groomed beard had grown out over his face, and his hair was dirty-blonde and of medium length, curling up at the ends as it rested just a bit shy of his shoulders. There was something familiar about him; you couldāve sworn youād seen him before. You just couldnāt put your finger on it.
āYouāre safe,ā he finally sighed, snapping you out of your observations. āWeāre in a cabin in upstate New York. I brought you here two nights ago.ā
Your eyes widened once more, and when he reached out to set a hand on your knee, you drew away as if his touch would burn you.
āWhy canāt I remember coming here?ā you demanded, scooting as far away from him as the bed would allow. āAnd for the last time, who are you?ā
āBefore I tell you,ā he started, holding his hands up in a placating gesture, āIām gonna need you to calm down, ok? Take a few deep breaths; I promise you that everything is ok.ā
You furrowed your eyebrows and hugged your knees tighter, but despite your barely-restrained panic, you did as he said. You closed your eyes and took a long, deep breath, inhaling through your nose and exhaling through your mouth. You repeated the process twice more, feeling your heart slowly start to beat a little slower, taking the edge off your fear.
When you finally opened your eyes, though, the man was sitting much closer to you than he had been before. It was enough to make you jump, and your heartrate picked up again when you saw the unsettling smile that had spread over his features.
āGood,ā he praised, reaching out to set one of his massive hands on your shoulder. āGood job. Keep taking those deep breaths.ā
You shrugged him off, desperate to put more distance between the two of you. But if you scooted any further to the left, you were sure to fall off the bed.
āCan you please tell me who you are now?ā you murmured. Something was off with this guy; your instincts had been screaming at you from the moment youād heard his footsteps, but the soft, borderline desperate look in his eyes now had them wailing at a deafening roar despite how familiar he looked.
āMy name is Steve,ā he finally told you, and then it all clicked into place.
āā¦Captain America?ā you asked incredulously.
As soon as you realized it, it became so obvious. The beard had thrown you off at first, but there was no denying that this was Americaās legendary hero. It had been a while since youād heard anything about him. Apparently, heād had a falling out with Tony Stark a few years ago, splitting the famous Avengers apart and turning them against one another. And then, after that, Thanos had come to Earth.
It was now two years after his devastating snap, and youād almost forgotten about Captain America and the heroes of yester-year. But now you were face to face with him in a cabin that was supposedly in the upstate of New York.
The captain didnāt seem to care about your shock upon realizing his true identity, though. At hearing the name of his alter-ego, heād rolled his eyes and looked down at the bed.
āYeah,ā he muttered, āIā¦used to be. But itās just Steve now, doll.ā
āI⦠I donāt understand,ā you stammered. āWas I in danger, or something? Di-did you save me from someone; is that why you brought me here?ā
He seemed to consider your words, turning them over in his head before piercing you with his gaze once more.
āYeah,ā he said. āI guess you could say that; I did save you from someone.ā
āWell who was it? Did anybody get hurt-ā
āI saved you from yourself.ā
You paused, arching an eyebrow at him.
āIā¦donāt understand. How-ā
āYou were soā¦lonely,ā he sighed. āYouād been on your own ever since the Snap, right? When I found you, I could tell that youād lost everything, just like me. You justā¦floated through life. ā¦It broke my heart.
āBut itās alright, now,ā he insisted, leaning towards you. āI saved you from that loneliness. I saved us. Everything will be better now that we have each other.ā
You blinked once, twice, before his words finally sank in, and you felt tears prick at your eyes as you came to the earth-shattering realization that Steve, that Captain America, had gone crazy.
That was what had seemed so off about him from the get-go; you saw it plainly now. The frenzied edge to his smile, the way his eyes were opened just a little too wide, how they focused just a little too intently on you. His hands were clenching and unclenching in his lap, unable to stay still as he watched you predatorily; he was completely unhinged.
āNoā¦ā You shook your head, turning away to climb towards the edge of the bed again. āNo, no, no-ā
āSh, sh, sh,ā he hushed, and before you could try and stand up, his arms were snaking around your waist and pulling you backwards towards him. āItās ok; itās okā¦ā
āLet go of me!ā you cried, trying your best to thrash around in his grip.
But it was of no use; he pulled you into his lap and pinned your back against his chest. His strength was inhuman as he used only one arm to keep you in place; the other ran up and down your arm in a gesture you were sure he meant to be soothing. But as his fingertips trailed up your bicep and into your hair, you couldnāt stifle the sob that escaped your lips.
āNo, no, no, donāt cry, doll,ā he begged, running his digits through your tresses. āItās ok; Iāve got you now. God, I love you so much.ā
You froze upon hearing that word.
āā¦Love me? You⦠you donāt even know me,ā you whispered, but he just chuckled, the sound rumbling lowly through his chest.
āOf course I do, doll. Iāve been watching you for over a year now.ā
Your blood ran cold, but Steve carried on, oblivious to the terrified tear that was trekking down your cheek.
āI saw you one day at the memorial park, looking at the monuments they made for the fallen,ā he started, leaning forward. You felt his nose bump against your scalp, and you felt as if ants were crawling up your spine as he inhaled deeply through his nose, taking in your scent.
āYou were so beautiful; at first, that was the only reason why you interested me so much,ā he went on. āBut then I ran into you again at the grocery store, and I knew that there was something else about you, something special. After that, I couldnāt get you out of my head ā I had to follow you. I had to figure out what it was that was drawing me in.ā
You bit your trembling lower lip, and once more Steve shushed you before pressing a kiss to the top of your head. Whimpering, you tried again to free yourself from his grasp, but his arms didnāt even budge.
āBefore I knew it, months had passed. Time got away from me a little while I was watching you,ā he confessed. āBut I was content to stay at a distance. You werenāt ready for our love just yet; itās taken you a long time to heal from everything. But then⦠he came along.ā
You froze at the sudden anger in his tone, and it scared you stiff.
āWhoā¦? Who are you talking about?ā you asked, jolting when a growl tore its way out of his throat.
āThat punk who moved in across the hall,ā he clarified. āHe wanted to take you away from me; he wanted to touch you-ā
āDrake? Drake is just a friend,ā you insisted, squirming away from him. You twisted and pulled and finally, finally, managed to tear yourself out of his grasp.
Your limbs were still weak, but adrenaline was fueling your movements as you scrambled off the bed. You didnāt stick around to see if Steve was following you before taking off through the door heād come in through. Bypassing the cozy-looking living room, fleeing past the kitchen, you saw the front door and made a beeline for it. But when you stumbled outside, your feet skidded to a halt.
Snow.
It was nighttime, but the snow gleamed and glittered under the moonlight. White covered the ground in a thick layer, and even though you were still under the protection of the porchās roof, you started shivering as you looked out over the landscape before you. The only thing you could see were trees and bushes and the snow as it fell down in fat flakes. There was no car in sight, nor were there any neighbors. Just you and Steve and the wilderness.
āYou should come inside, doll. Itās cold out.ā
Gulping, you slowly turned around to find Steve leaning in the doorway, watching you with a sickeningly fond smile.
āI know this is a lot for you to take in,ā he sighed, crossing his arms. āBut we can take it slow; I want you to be happy with me. ā¦All I ever want is for you to be happy.ā
You sniffed as fresh tears welled up in your eyes, and Steve made a small, pitying noise as he stood up straight and stepped towards you.
āAw, hon, donāt cry-ā
You ducked the arm that he tried to wrap around you, staggering past him. You looked around the cabin frantically ā for what, you had no idea. You just needed to be alone, away from him. You needed to think.
With a sob, you turned back to the bedroom, running past its doorway, past the record player, and into the bathroom. Your feet slipped on the slick, white tile, and you hit the floor hard, this time landing not on your elbow, but on your hip.
āDoll! Be careful; cāmon, Iām not gonna hurt you-ā
You turned around and kicked the door shut before he could reach you, rising up onto your knees to slide the lock into place. As soon as it was locked, the handle started moving, and you scrambled backwards on your hands and knees as Steve pounded on the door.
There were three knocks against the door before everything fell silent, and you held your breath as you hugged your knees. The quiet was deafening; the only thing you could hear was your own heartbeat pounding in your ears and the muffled sound of the record player. But then, finally, there was a sigh from the bedroom.
āFine,ā Steve huffed. āStay in there if you need to; Iāll give you some time to think. But I think we both know that this door canāt keep me away, doll. Iām letting you lock me out.ā
There was a beat of silence again as he moved away from your door, and you almost missed the next words he mumbled under his breath.
āāCuz I love you.ā
You waited with bated breath for the sound of his retreat, and it was only until you heard the bedroom door click shut behind him that you let your tears start to fall.
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There was no way of knowing how much time had passed. Youād sat there weeping quietly, wallowing in self-pity as you wondered how youād gotten yourself into such an insane situation. Eventually, once the tears and the worst of your anxiety had passed, youād moved over to the sink, cupping your hands to greedily drink from its tap until your throat stopped aching. From there, you mechanically gathered towels from the linen closet and spread them out in the spacious bathtub in the corner. Once it was sufficiently padded, youād hauled your sore, tired body into it and curled up, burrowing your head in your arms as you contemplated your situation.
First, you thought about what you already knew. One, you were trapped in the middle of nowhere, with no knowledge of how close the nearest neighbors or town were to you. Two, Steve Rogers, a super-soldier from the 40ās, claimed to be in love with you. Heād gone so far as to abduct you just because youād made friends with the guy who lived in the apartment across the hall from yours, so it was safe to say that three, he was insane.
Next, you established your goal ā escape. But to accomplish your goal, you would need to form a plan. If he had a car, you needed to get the keys to it. If he didnāt you needed to convince him to bring you into town somehow. And if he had a phone, you needed to steal it and call for help.
You were quickly becoming too tired to think, though, and without meaning to you slipped into a deep, tired, dreamless sleep.
You could have slept for hours or minutes, but you still would have felt just as disoriented as you woke up to a pounding at the door.
āDoll? I made dinner; come out so you can eat.ā
Drawing your blankets tighter around yourself, you pressed your back against the wall of the tub as the knob started turning again.
āAre you ok in there? Please open the door.ā
You made no move as Steve pounded at the door again, and your heart leapt into your throat when you heard him heave a long-suffering sigh.
āOk; you leave me no choice.ā
A startled scream ripped itself out of your throat when the door was suddenly pulled off its hinges, and you clapped a hand over your mouth as Steve leaned it up against the wall. He glanced over at you as he wiped his hands on his jeans, making sure the door wouldnāt fall over before starting to saunter towards you.
āSorry, doll. But I did try to ask you politely to come out.ā
Steve knelt next to the tub, taking in the little nest youād built for yourself with a look of amusement.
āYou know, we have a king-sized bed in there for when you get sleepy,ā he teased. āYou donāt have to nap in the tub.ā
You frowned, and his smile fell. With a look of disappointment, he combed his fingers through his hair before standing up.
āCome on; dinnerās ready in the kitchen.ā
With that, he gently wrapped his hand around your bicep and helped you to your feet, and he surprisingly let go of you once you were out of the bathtub. He inclined his head, silently gesturing for you to follow him before he started walking out of the room.
You wanted to stubbornly crawl back into the tub, but you were suddenly hit with a delicious, succulent smell that immediately had your mouth watering. Your stomach growled loudly, and you huffed before placing your hand over it.
āTraitor,ā you whispered to your torso.
You chewed on your lip as you pensively followed Steve into the small, warm kitchen. The table therein had already been set, and your stomach once more let out a wail once you spotted two plates piled high with spaghetti and meatballs. A small basket of garlic bread sat next to a bowl of pre-grated parmesan, and there were two empty flutes sitting next to a bottle of champagne.
āHave a seat,ā Steve said, pulling a chair out for you.
Your eyes drifted down from his face to the chair heād pulled out for you, and with a sniff you made your way to the opposite side of the table, pulling out the other chair and sinking into it. Steve sighed but raised his hands up in a sign of surrender before sitting down.
āI get it; youāre angry with me,ā he huffed. āI can understand that. But maybe youāll feel better if you eat. I promise itās good; itās my momās old recipe.ā
Your eyes never left him as he began to scoop spaghetti onto your plate. His muscles flexed as he reached for the garlic bread next, picking up two large pieces and depositing them on your plate.
āThe bread is just from the frozen isle, but hopefully itās good too,ā Steve continued on, his tone casual. You blinked at him incredulously as he started making his own plate, shooting you the occasional smile as he carried on, seemingly oblivious to how crazy the whole situation was.
Eventually, your hunger got the best of you, and you stopped staring at your captor long enough to pick up your fork. The food, you begrudgingly admitted, was very good, and as you ate, you studied the cabin, trying to take in all possible escape routes and objects that could be used as a weapon.
āSo.ā
Steveās voice made you jump, and your eyes snapped back to him. He had already finished his food and was currently leaning back in his chair, twiddling his thumbs as he watched you.
āWhatādya think of the cabin? Itās cozy, right?ā
You didnāt answer him, instead just sighing and setting your fork down. You eyed the glass of wine that heād poured for you; truth be told, you would love a drink right now. But you didnāt want to let your guard down by getting tipsy; you needed full awareness to make it out of this.
Steve sighed before leaning forward, placing his elbows on the table as he considered you.
āDoll, cāmon. You gotta talk to me eventually.ā
āā¦What would you like me to talk about?ā you slowly asked him, voice still hoarse. āThe fact that you kidnapped me? Or the fact that youāve been stalking me for upwards of a year?ā
The only indication that your words affected him at all was the small tick of a muscle in his jaw. His eyes didnāt so much as darken at your tone, but you could tell his teeth were clenched together.
āHow did you like the music? I tried to pick out some records I thought youād enjoy.ā
āYou wonāt get away with this. Eventually, someone will find us,ā you taunted him. āAnd when they do, Iāll tell them everything.ā
His lips pressed together, and with a clang, his fork dropped to his plate, but he made no move as you pushed your chair back.
āHoney, please,ā he sighed, clenching his fists. āJust calm down, ok? Thereās no need to be so confrontational. Try and finish your food-ā
āI donāt want to finish my fucking food!ā you cried out, pushing the plate away from you. āI want you to let me go, you freak! You-ā
Your words dissolved into a startled scream when Steveās fist came down on the table. The loud bang it produced was accompanied by the sound of splintering wood, and your eyes darted down to see a deep crack running along the table right where his hand had struck it.
āWatch your fucking language,ā he growled. āI am trying to have a nice dinner with you, and Iāll be damned if I let you speak to me that way under my own roof. Calm. Down.ā
In the moments that followed Steveās outburst, the only sound you could hear was that of your own breathing, fast and scared and impossibly loud within the heavy silence that had fallen over the table. Tears welled up in your eyes as the captain stared you down, and you didnāt dare say anything until he looked away.
āā¦Sorry,ā he finally murmured. āJust⦠Finish your food, please. I want tonight to be nice. For both of us.ā
You felt your blood run cold at his words, but you were too frightened to do anything other than what heād said. With a shaky hand, you picked up your fork and mechanically began twirling spaghetti onto it once more, not daring a glance up at the man seated across from you.
āThank you. How is the food?ā
āā¦Good,ā you whispered. A tiny voice in the back of your head said, fuck it, and without further thought you took a sip of your wine. And then another. And then, before you knew it, your glass was gone and Steve was pouring you another.
āThatās my girl,ā he praised. The words made the wine feel sour in your stomach, but you hurriedly took another sip to calm your nerves.
Once you were finished with your meal, you sat back and cautiously met Steveās eyes. He gave you a warm, close-lipped smile before leaning across the table, laying his hand out palm up. When you made no move to hold it, he stood up with a grunt, and as he rounded the table you felt a spike of fear stab through you.
But he only knelt down beside your chair, snatching your hand and cradling it between his own.
āI donāt want you to be afraid of me,ā he breathed. āThatās why it took so long for me to do anything except watch you. But I⦠I love you, doll. I need you more than I need to breathe.ā
He paused, looking down at your hand. As he brought it up to his lips, you suddenly realized just how potent the wine was; your senses were starting to feel foggy at the edges, and his skin felt like a furnace as he ran his fingers along your palm.
āI know itās crazy,ā he mumbled. āI know Iām crazy. But with everything thatās happened⦠Iām way past caring. I needed you.ā
āIā¦ā Your voice trailed off, and with uncoordinated limbs you pulled yourself to your wobbly feet.
āI need to go lay down,ā you slurred, but Steve only smiled, standing up and pulling you against him.
āBut the eveningās only just begun,ā he purred.
It was then that you realized that being drunk didnāt feel like this; the alcohol didnāt explain the heaviness of your limbs and the static in your brain.
āWhatā¦Whatās in the wine-ā you stammered, weakly struggling against his arms.
āShhh,ā he shushed you. āShhh, itās ok. Itās nothing thatāll hurt you. And you wonāt pass out or anything. I justā¦didnāt want you running away again. All that stress isnāt good for you, you know.ā
You let out a quiet whine as he picked you up, carrying you bridal style into the bedroom. You could no longer move; in fact, you could barely keep your eyes open as he set you down on the bed. But your heart still leapt in fear when he pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead.
āWait here for just a minute,ā he said, as if you had any choice. āI wanna do something with you.ā
Your body slumped back against the cushions as he turned to the record player, and you watched out of the corner of your eye as he placed the needle over a new track. The sound of an old-fashioned jazz band immediately filled the air, quickly accompanied by Ella Fitzgeraldās familiar, sultry voice.
Stars shining bright above youā¦
Steveās arms were wrapping around you once more, and your head spun as he lifted you upwards. He maneuvered you carefully, adjusting your limp arms until they were draped over his shoulders with a patient smile. Your feet dangled, occasionally bumping against his shins as he held you aloft, beginning to sway back and forth with the tempo of the music.
Night breezes seem to whisper, āI love youā¦ā Birds singinā in the sycamore treesā¦
Dream a little dream of meā¦
āI remember when this song first came out,ā Steve whispered against your ear. āI always knew that I wanted to dance to it with a woman I loved someday.ā
You closed your eyes as tears started dribbling out of them, staining his flannel as Steve swayed with you in his arms. This was so fucked up, so insane, but you were helpless to every one of his sick whims.
Stars fading, but I linger on, dearā¦
āStill craving your kiss,ā he softly sang along, his voice so quiet that you almost didnāt hear it.
He danced to the rest of the song in silence, never loosening his grip on you, and even when the music stopped, he still swayed with you in his arms. The scratching of the needle against the finished record was almost drowning out the frantic beat of your own heart, which only grew faster as Steve carried you back to the bed.
He laid you down gently, making sure your head was supported by plenty of pillows as he kneeled over you.
āYouāre so beautiful,ā he muttered, pushing an errant stray of hair out of your eyes. āYouāre all I ever think about, you know.ā
Your eyes widened slightly as one of his hands started creeping up your thighs, and you weakly made a noise of protest as he started prying your legs apart.
āI know, baby,ā he cooed. āI know. But I need to show you that you donāt need to be afraid with me. And Iāve already waited soā¦so longā¦ā
His body shifted until he was kneeling between your spread legs, licking his lips as his palms started inching upwards under your shirt.
āYouāre probably not ready for all of me just yet,ā he mused to himself. āThis is already a big adjustment for you. Butā¦ā
He tilted his head, eyes skimming down to the pajama shorts you were still wearing from your house. It seemed like forever ago when youād gone to bed in your ratty old apartment, alone and totally oblivious of the horrors to come.
Your head lolled to the side as Steve suddenly gripped the hem of your t-shirt, and you willed your arms to fight back as he started taking your top off. But the most you could manage was a slightly twitch of your fingers as he pulled away the shirt, tossing it to the floor before letting his hands greedily cup your breasts.
āFuck,ā he groaned, rolling them beneath his palms. āI knew theyād feel perfect. Youāre so softā¦ā
His fingertips left goosebumps in their wake as they traced down your chest, skimming over your nipples as they traced a path to your stomach. You squeezed your eyes shut, and a muffled sob escaped your lips as he started pushing your shorts down.
āNo, no, itās ok,ā he insisted, pressing a peck to your cheek and pausing in his movements. āItās ok, doll. Iām not gonna make love to you just yet. I just want you to loosen up a little.ā
He gave you a soft smile, rubbing circles against your hip with his thumb.
āI want you to see how good I can make you feel,ā he breathed. āAnd I wanna make you want me the way I want you.ā
Pretty soon, you were completely bare beneath his demanding gaze, his blue irises flitting up and down your body as he drank you in.
āThis isnāt the first time Iāve seen you like this,ā he confessed. āBut youāre so much better up close, baby.ā
He leaned forward, hesitating a second before pressing a chaste, almost shy kiss to your lips. You could feel his smile as he pulled away only to capture another kiss once again, this time letting his tongue dart out to swipe over your lower lip. His teeth felt sharp as he sucked on it, nibbling and worrying at your lip until pulling away a few seconds later.
The callouses on his fingertips felt rough against the inside of your thighs, and you squeaked when you felt him grind his hips against you, his jeans the only barrier between you and his hardness.
āSee what you do to me?ā he chuckled, pushing your hair back to whisper against your ear. āYou have no idea how many times Iāve cum thinking about you.ā
His lips descended onto your neck, sucking bruise after bruise in a bright purple trail down to your collarbone. One moment, his teeth would be biting you so hard that you cried out, but then his tongue would be lathing over your flesh in a way that almost drew a moan out of you. But you were too afraid to get caught up in the pleasure behind what he was doing.
Your lack of response didnāt seem to both him, though, as he dipped his head, pressing a kiss to your sternum before cupping your tits between his hands. He leaned down, capturing one of your nipples between his lips and starting to suck on it. The noise of his tongue dragging along your flesh combined with your quick, ragged pants in a staccato rhythm that matched his hips as they continued grinding against you. Unbidden, a moan escaped your throat, and you wished you could take it back the minute you saw a wide grin spread over Steveās lips.
āSee?ā He crawled back up, cupping your cheek before kissing you once again.
āI told you Iād make you feel good,ā he murmured. āItās ok to enjoy this; itās ok to love me.ā
His eyes sought yours out, a flicker of vulnerability rising from their depths.
āPlease love me,ā he whispered.
Even if youād been able to fathom a response, you were unable to do anything but look up at him pleadingly, silently begging him to stop, to let you go and end this madness. But if he understood what you were trying to convey, he ignored it, once again crawling down your body until he was face to face with the apex of your thighs.
A grunt escaped your throat when one of his fingers traced your pussy lips, and you were horrified to hear how wet youād become.
āFuck,ā he breathed with a soft laugh. āYouā¦you do want this, huh?ā
You tried to summon the strength to shake your head, but it didnāt come. Instead, all you did was lay there as his digit drew a line from your entrance to your clit. Steveās other hand came up to spread your legs wider, shoving your thighs apart as his finger descended once again.
āIāll take care of you, dollface,ā he promised, eyes focused on your pussy. āDonāt worry; Iāll take care of you.ā
You made an embarrassingly high-pitched noise as he slid his middle finger inside you, slowly dipping down into your core until he was knuckle-deep. Shame washed over you as you listened to the squelching sound of your pussy, and automatically your walls clenched around him, sending shocks of unexpected pleasure through you.
āAh, god,ā he moaned, thrusting his finger a few times experimentally. āSo tight. How are you so tight, baby? Hm?ā
He licked his lips before leaning forward, and you whined when you felt his breath ghost over your folds. And then his tongue was delving past them, lapping at your clit at a slow, even pace that immediately took your breath away. Your fingers twitched, aching to grip onto the sheets or his hair or something, even though you knew you were powerless.
A second finger was added to the one still inside you, and another stilted moan left your lips as he started thrusting them, dragging them tantalizingly over your walls as his tongue started circling your bud. Your eyes blinked shut, and you tried to fight against the rising pleasure building up inside of you. But it had been so long since youād done this with anyone, since anyone had touched you like this. Youād been so touch-starved since the Snap, and so alone, and Steveās fingers were grazing against that one spot inside of you so perfectly. His tongue was velvety against your clit, and your mind was buzzing with how good it felt.
His words echoed in your head you felt the orgasm swelling up within you. Itās ok to enjoy this, itās ok to let me love you. I love youā¦
His tongue left you as he ventured a glance up, and you couldnāt help the small noise of protest that you made at the lost contact. He grinned mischievously, increasing his fingersā pace as your eyes popped open. A louder moan ripped itself out of your throat, and he chuckled as your eyes started rolling back.
āYouāre mine already, arenāt you?ā he growled. āLook at how much you want this; you need me. Admit it.ā
Your mouth hung open as the knot inside of you tightened, but you needed something more to send you over the edge. You needed his tongue on your clit again; you were desperate for it. All thoughts of morality and fear were gone in the face of your pleasure, and you whined as Steve started to slow his pace.
āSay it,ā he commanded. āI wonāt let you cum until you tell me you need me.ā
You gulped, your head rolling to the side as you tried once more to shake your head; you could barely blink your eyes open, much less speak. But the hard look in his eyes left no room for debate, and one particularly hard thrust of his fingers had you babbling what you hoped were coherent syllables.
āN-need y-oh! Need you, S-steve, please, pl-please-!ā
That was, evidently, good enough for him, because in no time his head was between your legs again, his tongue placing fast, light kitten licks to your clit. You bit your lip so hard that you tasted copper, but you couldnāt even register the pain as pleasure wrapped you up once more in its tendrils. You panted for breath as your pussy clenched around him, and when he wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked, you were gone.
You cried out as your orgasm washed over you, your voice raspy and tired. Your body felt as tight as a bowstring despite its temporary paralysis, but slowly you began to relax. Or at least, as much as you could with Steve still lazily lapping at your pussy. He licked up your cum as he watched your face, his pupils blown so wide that his eyes almost looked black. You shivered at the sight, feeling ants crawl up your spine at how possessive the look was.
When he finally did pull away, his beard glistening with your juices, you were completely spent. Sleep was threatening to overtake you, and you were so exhausted that your fear was settled to a dull roar as Steve crawled up to lay beside you.
āYou were so good, doll,ā he praised. āAnd you tasted so good⦠Iāve been wanting to do that for a while.ā
He pulled your hair to the side, pressing a kiss first to the column of your throat and then to your lips as he pulled the covers up around the two of you. His arms snaked around your waist, and you could feel that his cock was still hard as he pressed it against your hip.
āTomorrow weāll talk some more,ā he whispered. āBut for now, just sleep. Iāll be right here when you wake up.ā
In your tired state, you couldnāt tell if his words sounded more like a promise or a threat, but you were already slipping into sleep when he kissed you one last time.
āI love you, doll. And I aināt ever gonna let you go.ā
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Iād like to dedicate this story to my PPC anon! Thank you for always being so kind to me. Your support means the world!
contents: dubcon; reader with a vagina; obsessive!steve; perv!steve; friends with benefits u know i be; facials; implied breeding kink
obsessive!perv!steve and friends with benefits!reader. he loves coming on your face. jerking off over you, watching as you look up at him through your lashes, waiting for it. and you let him make a mess of you. his cock pulses, and he groans as he looks down at you, kneeling at his feet. when ropes of his cum finally paints your face, heās marking you. soon he can probably convince you to let him come inside, and then youāll really be his!!! <3
i am thinking of two separate dastardly things (the second one is dubcon so putting it under the cut)ā¦
1) FINALLY convincing steve to fuck you while youāre stoned. he usually makes sure nothing goes past kissing ā like, even if you moan while making out, heās hauling you off of his lap. he doesnāt want to take advantage of you!!! but one night youāre successful in begging him to let you hump his thigh until you come, even though heās sober and youāre stoned. and with each roll of your hips youāre telling him how you want him to use you, how youāre so relaxed that he probably doesnāt even need to spend time prepping you to take his fat cock. that you want him to make you take all of it. that you trust him to make you feel good while he makes himself feel good. and once you get him thereā¦. oh BABY!!!!
2) obsessive!steve as usual ⦠specifically thinking of him losing his cool when he finally gets you to go on a date with him. heās worked so hard for your attention!! heās been the perfect gentleman for MONTHS, and you FINALLY said yes to a date!! heās so happy that he gets to spend a night learning about you in every way possible. after dinner, he takes his time getting you warmed up for him. kissing, licking into your mouth, praising you gently, his wide eyes soaking in every inch of you while his hands finally get to caress your soft skinā¦. he just canāt help himself when he finally gets inside of you! heās punching the air from your lungs with erratic thrusts while he moans that he loves you, that you were made for him, that he was made for you. and heās not letting you go!! <3 you better learn to love the stretch of him ā youāre going to feel it for the rest of your life!!! š«¶š»
itās olive iām terrorizing your inbox with obsessive steve again.
and how we all know steve definitely, for sure, has a thing for filling you up. and how that carries over into his love for you and his desire to keep you around forever.
and maybe you have a little fwb situation and heās just falling a little more and more in love with you every time you let him fuck you. and one day heās promising you heāll pull out but can he please, please just feel your raw cunt, just this once!! and you let him because heās very pretty when he says please.
but later he just has no control over his hips when he cums deep inside you. and maybe his hand splays all big across your lower tummy afterwards, smiling down at you and saying heās sorry but would it be bad if it stuck???? then he could have you all to himself!
dubcon/noncon!!! steve is sweet but also insane. reader with a vagina. steve calls reader āgood girlā once. breeding kink. i think this is what the kids call āyandereā
olive. you get me like no one else.
steve who has been enamored with you since he met you but had to act cool about it. playing the long game if you will. then one night, during a game of spin the bottle, you kiss steve. and you tell him how much you liked it and that perhaps youād like to kiss him some more. so you do, much to steveās delight. heās kissing you and holding you like he wonāt let go, because he really doesnāt want to.
you tell him you donāt want anything serious, but that you wouldnāt mind seeing him casually to hook up. which is very devastating to steve but whatever, he can be patient if it means he can have you. he just has to wear you down with that harrington charm!
steveās already in love with you, but it gets more and more obsessive with each rendezvous you have. he doesnāt ever fuck you. he makes love, kissing you softly, treating you like something beautiful and fragile. like youāre something he owns that he doesnāt want to break. even when you ask for more, heās cautious. youāre his precious angel and he doesnāt want to even risk hurting you!
and he keeps thinking about spending his life with you. how if he makes the right moves, stays patient enough, he can have you. and he wants to be a good boy!! but he keeps having dreams of coming inside of you, of knocking you up, starting a family with you. he knows itās fucked up - he has known his obsession is fucked up - but he canāt keep pushing those feelings down anymore.
steve needs you.
so when youāre under him, gently making out, steve nuzzles his nose under your ear and asks if youāll let him try something. and he pulls away and sort of pouts and says he loves how you feel through a condom, but he would really love it if he could feel you. pretty please? he promises he wonāt cum inside of you. he knows to pull out. he isnāt crazy. he just wants to feel close to you. donāt you want that?
you look at him for a long moment. heās giving you these soft eyes, still pouting. and heās been so nice, and you really trust him, so you nod and tell him he can, but he has to be careful. you joke about not being ready for kids and steve literally feels like heās been shot.
he has other plans for you.
he gasps when he enters you. youāre so hot and tight and wet. heās only ever felt you raw with his fingers. this is an entirely new experience. and from the very first thrust, heās hellbent that you ā and your sweet little pussy ā were made for him.
you cum first, of course. and you lay there with a pretty blissed out smile while he makes love to you. but heās starting to lose his composure. you feel so good. and heās canāt stop thinking about you with a ring on your finger. heās getting louder and louder, whining, brows furrowed.
āremember,ā you pant, reaching down to press your palm against his lower stomach. trying to make sure he pulls out.
steve loses it. he canāt control himself. heās finally fucking you. groaning at the cries that fall from your lips. he leans into you, moaning, your arms wrapping around him and nails digging into his back.
āsteve!ā you gasp. āpā pull āā
he doesnāt want to hear it. his thumb swipes at your clit, already overstimulated. you gasp, back arching, eyes rolling.
āoh, good girl!ā he laughs, ecstatic. so fucking happy. his pretty baby coming for him while heās about to fill them up.
and itās even better than he imagined it.
you come together. you, with your legs shaking, your nails digging into his shoulders hard enough to bleed. you shout something, but steve canāt hear another over the hot pulse of his heart pounding in his ears.
he cums inside of you. canāt stop coming. harder than he ever has. his whole body shakes, tears springing from his eyes. he smashes his lips against yours, muffling your wails while you tighten around him again.
perfect together.
he pants when he pulls back. your cheeks are tear streaked. you look at him, eyes wide, in shock.
steveās big hand splays out on your stomach. he looks down at it, then grins at you.
ālook so pretty all full of me,ā he says softly. ādidnāt that feel good?ā
you blink up at him, dazed and sniffling.
āitāll be okay,ā he soothes, brushing his thumb over your cheekbone. he drags a tear along your soft skin. āwouldnāt be so bad if it takes, huh? then weād always be a part of each other.ā
he kisses you again, softly, cock softening inside of you.
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i have been thinking much about obsessed!steve and my mind began to drift to several of the AUs i write⦠cw for obsessive thoughts; dark themes heavily implied here, including dubcon and violent jealousy (towards others, NEVER reader). please heed these warnings!
obsessed!mean!steve who pushes his way into your life and refuses to leave it. itās easy for him to sink his teeth in, especially when he can keep you wrapped around his finger just from a few condescending words <3 he loves pulling you onto his lap and teasing you with his lust-laced voice and nimble fingers. he likes to see how close he can get you to crying before showing you mercy. he can make you cry, but no one else can! he loves how vulnerable he can make you be you are around him :) <3 especially when you finally relax enough for him to get three fingers inside of you, your moans unrestrained while he works you open for him. your pussy is his, after all. it just has to learn how to take him first!
obsessed!knight!steve who learns what bloodlust is because of you. heās managed to convinced your father that you need constant protection, and who better to offer it than the kingās favorite knight? heās with you at all times, escorting you everywhere, staying outside of your bedchambers each night and occasionally peeking in as you change out of your corsets and skirts into a lace nightgown. and maybe a little accident happens every time a suitor comes to visit. itās a little odd, how they never make it to the castle, or that they cancel their appearance on short notice. surely sir harrington, the most chivalrous of all, has nothing to do with the missing duke from a neighboring country. though i wonder why he was cleaning his sword by himself while you slept beside him, his eyes dark while they take in the sight of your body all sprawled out and prone in your sleepā¦.!
obsessed!high!steve who becomes high!steve because he wants to spend time with you. heās suddenly always stocked up and ready for you to come over and share a poorly rolled joint with him. he tends to get a little handsy, invades your personal space a little bit. but he never pressures you, he swears!! itās not his fault that weed makes you so god damn horny. when you eventually end up under him, his tongue gliding slowly against your bottom lip while you whimper, itās paradise <3 he can fuck you through your jeans, rutting his cock against you, coming in his pants when you moan his name into his mouth <3 sometimes you take his big hands and place them on your chest, letting him feel you up while he sucks hickeys into your neck. he loves leaving them there, even when you whine about it. how else is the world supposed to know youāre his? you are his, you know. whether you know it yet or not. it seems that your body knows, at least. why else would you be grinding on his lap if you werenāt destined for each other?
obsessed!cowboy!steve who pulls his weapon on just about anyone who gives you trouble. itās not a bluff, either. he chases men out of town, whether you want him to or not. you can insist you can take care of yourself, but it goes in through one ear and out the other. a lot like mean!steve, he has to mold you a little bit. put you in your place and make sure you learn where it is. heāll tame you like he tames wild horses, until you understand that heās going to take care of you ā of everything ā from now on. he swears heāll work hard to be the perfect husband for you!! :)
obsessive!steve pounding the mess out of you for smiling at another guy šš he gets irrationally jealous and u have to try and soothe him while hes knocking the air out of ur lungs
šµāš«šµāš« ohhhhhhā¦. and youāre not even together!! heās just that possessive of you, his pretty friend with benefits!! heās only jealous because heās so in love with you, and he knows he can make you love him back!! just has to have you writhing under him while he fucks you ātil your brain is only thinking about him!! obsessive!steve loves nothing more than having you bent on half under him, praising him, fucked-out words of comfort soothing his anxiety š«¶š» it almost makes the anger worth it!
Obsessive Steve who knows you canāt take him so he fucks your tits, your thighs, any part of you that youāll let him have
Signed a reader with vaginismus that loves your stuff š«¶š»
obsessive!steve LOVES!!!!! pussyjobs. LOVES THEM. just slotting his cock between your slick folds, the tip of it catching on your clit with each thrust. tells you that youāre his world, that heāll take good care of you. youāve got nothing to worry about, angel, wouldnāt dream of hurtinā you. you may not be able to take him, but heās more than happy to get off from worshiping other parts of your body. your tits, your ass, your neck. and if heās not fucking your pussy lips, then his tongue certainly is. heāll eat you out until your crying and begging him to stop. heās so addicted to you, needs to commit the taste to memory, to map out every sensitive part of you. as long as he gets to keep you, the āhowā doesnāt matter!!!