Yandere, Anyone?

It took you a moment to snap out of your thoughts and come back to reality and notice that you were already standing at your destination. Clearing your throat awkwardly at the realization, you raised your arm and knocked solidly on the door to be heard above the music and waited as patiently as you could for an answer.

From behind the door you could hear someone swear, causing a small smirk to rise on your face, along with the sound of some rustling. A few moments later the door cracked open a bit as the familiar raven haired male peaked into the hallway, a bright smile pulling at his lips as he  regarded you.

“Well this is a pleasant surprise!” Sero chirped, opening the door all the way, seeing that it was only you standing in the hallway. “What can I do for ya, sunshine?”

His cheery, warm response to your presence unknowingly brought a small smile to your face, a needed break from your tense, concentrated expression you had been wearing when Sero first opened the door.

“Sorry to bother you, Sero,” you began, stuffing your hands into the pockets of the jacket you were wearing to stop you from wringing them anxiously. “I’ve just been really stressed with final exams and choosing which agency I want to officially sign for and… it’s just been a lot.” As you explained, Sero’s face softened slightly as he listened intently to your words, not liking the fact that you were so stressed.

“Anyway,” you continued with a chuckle, bringing yourself back onto the subject, “I was wondering if you had any of your stash left that I could buy from you? I know I bought from you a little while ago, but I’ve been more stressed out than I can handle,” you admitted, hoping that Sero might still have some weed hidden away in his room somewhere that you could use.

It was a little into sophomore year of college that you found out that your classmate, Sero, was a bit of a stoner. And as someone going through the hero course, you are understandably dealing with a lot of stress. So what’s wrong with smoking a little Mary J every once in a while to relax, right? Or at least that’s what you told yourself when you first asked Sero if you could buy weed from him. Ever since then he had been your personal plug, but over time, you two became close friends. “I think you might be in luck, sunshine, I think I have some on reserves. Come on in,” he welcomed, and you crossed the threshold without a second thought. As you stepped inside and took off your shoes, a large but gentle arm carefully looped around your shoulders, gently pulling you into the tall man’s side as you led you to the couch and sat you down on the soft fabric in front of his laptop that was open and had various work assignments in different windows.

“Tell ole Sero what’s troubling you,” Sero propositioned as he moved to his desk, opening a drawer and grabbing his needed paraphernalia as he waited for you to begin speaking. He settled down next to you on the couch, pulling the small table holding the laptop in front of you a little closer as he set down his bong, and pulled out his grinder and began the process of loading you a bowl.

You were about to begin venting, but you paused as you took in the sight of Sero wordlessly working for your benefit, and you pulled your wallet out of your jacket pocket after a few seconds. “Sorry, before I forget, how much do I owe you?” You asked, opening your wallet and beginning to pull out a few bills. You didn’t get far though, as a warm hand covered yours, drawing your eyes to meet his black ones. He gave you a boyish smile and shook his head at you, giving a small laugh. “No way, sunshine. You need a little break, this one is on me,” he offered with a grin. You were hesitant for a few moments, not seemingly convinced that you should let him give you part of his stash for free. The potential feeling of guilt ebbed away as Sero’s warm smile never faltered, kindness seemingly exuding from his every pore. What was the harm, right? Nodding, you gingerly took the loaded bong from his large, calloused hands into your own smaller ones.

“Alright,” you agreed thoughtfully as you mirrored his smile, “but I want you to smoke with me. It’s no fun getting high alone,” you countered to which you could almost see Sero’s eyes sparkle in response at your words.

“I would be happy to,” he assured, never one to miss out on the chance to smoke, especially with you, but you added one more condition.  

“And,” you drawled, his eyes never leaving your face as he waited patiently for you to continue. “Whatever food we order when we are stoned off our asses is on me.”

A soft chuckle resonated from Sero’s chest as he nodded along to your stipulation, finding no qualm with having the promise of food.

“Deal,” he agreed, and with that you went to take your first bong hit of the evening.

~~~~~~~~~~

Your sides ached as you tried to force yourself to stop laughing, but your efforts seemed trivial as Sero laughed just as hard, if not harder, alongside you as you finished Sero’s favorite flick, Scott Pilgrim vs the World. It felt so good to let go and really laugh, it had started to feel like it had been too long. Time seemed a distant concept to you at the moment, as nothing from the outside world weighed on you as you merrily enjoyed your high with Sero.

Your eyes were pink from smoking, little tears forming at the base of your lower eyelashes as you gasped for breath as your laughing fit began to subside. You don’t even remember what you had been laughing about exactly, but you couldn’t really bring yourself to care. Your attention was brought back to Sero as he began to rise from his spot beside you on the couch, your eyes following his lazy movements as the movie credits began to roll.

“I’m getting a bit of cottonmouth,so why don’t I get us some drinks while you choose something else for us to watch?” Sero offered to which you agreed, lazily beginning to scroll through the other titles that were currently available on Netflix as Sero made his way over to the little kitchen he had equipped.

“Thirsty for anything in particular?” You heard his voice call out to you, but you didn’t take your eyes off the laptop screen, still searching for another flick to watch.

“Just water would be fantastic,” was your response as you searched through the comedy section, knowing that Sero preferred comedies.

A few moments later, Sero had returned to your side, a glass of water in one hand for you and a soda can for him in his other hand. Thanking him as you gently took it from his hands, you took the glass and raised it to your lips. Taking large sips, reveling in the cool feeling of the water flowing over your tongue and to the back of your throat, you failed to notice a pair of eyes watch your every movement adoringly.

“Wanna take another hit?” Sero asked as you finished taking a drink, setting down the mostly empty glass back down on the table.

You hummed in thought at his question, before nodding, a small giggle escaping your lips, “What’s one more hit, right?”

Sero, the practiced stoner he is, had another bowl set up for you ready to go in what seemed like seconds, graciously handing you the now loaded bowl. Gently taking it from his hands and placing it in the bong, you fired up the lighter and took a huge hit.

A h u g e hit. It was a little larger than you had meant, but being high had made your judgement a little empaired. You coughed a bit as you expelled the wave of smoke from your lungs, waving your hands as Sero laughed.

Your cheeks flushed slightly with embarrassment at Sero laughing as you tried to regain your composure. “S-Stop laughing!” You cried, setting the bong back down, but Sero just shook his head.

“I can’t help it, sunshine. Seeing you not being able to take that hit is hilarious,” he continued to laugh, as your cheeks burned warmer at his words.

“Its not my fault that I don’t have your iron lungs,” you mocked, picking up your glass once more and finishing the contents in an attempt stop your coughing fit. “Not all of us are stoners.”

A small gasp tore from Sero’s throat, as he held a hand to his chest, pretending to be surprised by your words. “Me? A stoner? How could you even say such a thing?” He asked, shooting you a kicked puppy look which just made you giggle in return, your head feeling a little fuzzy from the extra hit.  

“Oh don’t be a baby,” patting the spot next to you, you flashed Sero a loopy smile, “come on, lets watch another movie,” you countered to which Sero agreed to, settling back down in his spot beside you. You reached forward, setting your now empty glass next to the laptop and hit play on the movie, before moving back into the cushions. Your body began to feel heavier as  you gingerly leaned into Sero’s side, who in return wrapped his arm around your shoulders and gently tugged you a little closer to his chest as the intro finished and the movie began.  

You weren’t long into the movie before you were struggling to keep your eyes opened. You shifted slightly, trying to force yourself to wake up, but the more that the time wore on, the harder it became to stay awake.

It wasn’t more than twenty minutes into the film before you were out cold, your deep and even breathing soft in Sero’s ear as your tired figure slept against his shoulder.

“Sunshine,” Sero whispered, tentatively placing a hand on your knee and gently shaking you. He watched your face carefully for any sign of rousing, but your breathing continued at its deep, even, undisturbed pace. An eager smile danced across Sero’s visage at your lack of response, his heart pounding in his chest in excitement. Wrapping his strong arms around your pliable person, Sero gently maneuvered your sleepy shape to be laying on your back, tummy up, the skirt you had worn riding up on your thighs as your leg lay limply, slightly apart.

Sero took a moment just watching you, drinking in all of your beauty. You looked so sweet and vulnerable asleep on Sero’s couch defenseless. He gazed at your unconscious body oh so lovingly as you lay completely helpless to the danger that lurks around you. It makes Sero’s heart squeeze in his chest in realization that you need him. You needed him to protect you and Sero would happily be your knight in shining armour.

“Her knight in shining honor”, Sero thought to himself merrily, infatuated with protecting his little ray of sunshine. His fingers began to skim the skin of your thighs, slowly pushing your skirt up higher and higher. Shouldn’t your knight get a little reward for his services? Sero certainly thought so, afterall it was only fair that he get to enjoy his sunshine in return for all he does for you.

Sero’s breath caught in his throat at the sight of your black laced panties, skirt bunched up past your hips, leaving your panty clad intimate parts exposed for his greedy eyes. There were no such things as imperfection to Sero when it came to you. All of your little bumps, blemishes, and things you didn’t like about yourself were all things that Sero adored about you. It's what made you you, and he simply ached to worship you.

Hungry hands hooked fingers into your panties, swiftly pulling the soft material down your supple skin in earnest. A groan tore from Sero’s throat at the sight of sticky, clear strings sticking from the fabric to your little treasure.

Fuck was he glad he slipped you an aprodiasic alongside the sleeping pills. Seeing your hole already wet and begging for his attention had his pants quickly tenting uncomfortably. He could not wait to get started.

Moving quickly and silently, he settled himself on his stomach between your thighs, carefully placing your thighs over his shoulders. His starved stare meets your slick slit and he couldn’t stop himself from licking a stripe up your lips, moaning at the delicious taste of your essence. His eyes flickered back to your face where he found you still sound asleep, unaware of reality.

“Perfect”, he thought to himself at your unconscious state, “just like last time.”

Confident in his security, Sero began to feast on your unprotected pussy, his tongue swiping through your folds as he drank every ounce of you in. His eyes almost rolled into the back of his head at your taste as if he was tasting the most divine thing ever created. He couldn’t seem to get enough as his hands encased your thighs, hungrily pulling your closer to his famished mouth. Your breath quickened in pace at Sero’s ministrations but the sleeping pills kept you nestled peacefully in between complete unconsciousness and your dreams, deep asleep. It seemed almost as if Sero had been eating you out for hours when he had finally come up for air, sucking in deep gulps of air into his lungs greedily.  He knelt in front of your vulnerable body, lips and chin shiny with your slick as he slipped a finger into your heat, quickly followed by another as he gently began to scissor your walls apart. Your warmth gushed around his fingers as he worked you open for him, using his free hand to slip down to his belt and make quick work of that before tugging his boxers and pants down. His cock now free of confinement slapped against his abs before he gently removed his fingers from your heat. Your juices completely soaked his hand as he brought it to his cock, using your wetness to get him slick for you. He watched your sleepy face as he stroked himself, his bottom lip caught between his lip as he intently drank in your features. With both of your bodies prepped, patience grew thin, so he tilted his hips down, nudging your dripping entrance with his plush tip, your legs lazily spread and looped loosely around his hips.

Slipping himself between your folds, Sero took a deep breath before pressing himself into your warm, wet, tight cavern. He didn’t stop slowly driving his cock into your twitching heat until he became fully sheathed inside your awaiting pussy. He groaned softly at the feeling of his cock being encased by your velvet walls, his eyes never leaving your face as he adjusted to the delicious feeling you were giving him. After a few moments of adjustment, Sero pulled his hips back, feeling his manhood drag against your plush walls, a soft moan escaping your sleeping shape as you stirred slightly in your hazy state. Once you settled and he was positive you were going to stay asleep, he drove his hips forward into your cunt his eyes moving away from your face and down to where his cock was buried deep inside of you. The erotic sight of you being fucked by his cock kicked him into gear as he soon found a steady rhythm as he pounded into you.

With every thrust of his hip, your cream coated his silken rod, making Sero almost feral with the sight. It took every ounce of self control he had to not fuck you the way you deserved, the way you needed him, but he couldn’t risk having you wake up during your little relaxation session. It took every ounce of self control that he possessed to keep himself from fucking you silly, but with plans for the pair of you in the future, he was willing to wait to rock your world for when you were awake and in more of a … receptive position to receive the full force of his love for you.  

It wasn’t long before Sero found himself reaching his end, much to his displeasure, but he knew it wouldn’t be long until he was able to get to do this again. He always made excuses to get the two of you alone, for “purely innocent reasons” according to your knowledge. He couldn’t help it! He loved you too much, and he needed to get his fix.

“F-Fuck,” he moaned as he fucked himself into your pussy, panting softly as he drew close to his completion. “You feel so good, sunshine. You were made for my fucking cock, shit,” he swore, his thrusts becoming increasinly sloppy. He pulled himself out before he came, hips hovering over yours as his hand frantically worked his length trying to finish himself off.

“Fuck yes!” Sero growled as he came, hot white, sticky ropes of cum decorating your glistening pussy as he furiously worked his hand over his cock. “God, love you so much,” he groaned as he finished,  hovering over you as he caught his breath. His eyes watched as his cum dripped down your pussy, becoming entangled with your own juices. Without skipping a beat, Sero reached over and grabbed his phone, taking a quick snapshot of your fucked out pussy covered in his essence and saved it in a secret gallery of pictures he kept of you. He needed to add to the collection, something to help tide him over until the next time. Setting his phone back down, he leaned over you and gently kissed you, like a lover would, savoring your lips while you were still asleep. Breaking the kiss, he gazed lovingly down at you, gently playing with a strand of your hair. He wished this moment would never end, but he knew that he had to get going, sighing softly to himself.

It was time to start up the cleaning process.

~~~~~~~~~~

A phone ringing caused you to stir from your deep slumber, a deep yawn escaping your lips as you stretched your stiff body from sleeping on the couch. You rubbed your eyes slightly as you woke up, before you took in the room before you. You saw Sero back turned to you as he spoke in hushed tones over the phone, hearing Bakugo’s voice grunting something to him over the phone about working out later that day. You glanced around the room as you yawned again, slightly confused as to how you got here before remembering coming over to Sero’s place the previous night after being really stressed and wanting to take a break. It wasn’t long until Sero finished his phone call, turning back to your and finding you awake, looking back at him.

“Sorry,” Sero began, rubbing the back of his neck, “I didn’t mean to wake you,” he apologized sheepishly with a small smile, taking in your figure.

“It’s no worries,” you hum out sleepily finding yourself naturally returning his smile. “Did I pass out last night?” You asked, not fully remembering what had happened after that last bong hit.

“Yeah! You fell asleep about maybe half way through the first movie? I don’t remember exactly when, I was paying too much attention to the movie,” he lied smoothly, your face showing telltale signs of embarrassment at having fallen asleep during the movie. Especially in Sero’s room after having come to his room for a favor. How could you ask to hang out with someone then fall asleep on them!”

“Oh… Sorry about that, I didn’t mean to fall asleep on you like that,” you laughed a little uneasy, but Sero was quick to reassure you. “Don’t worry about it! You said yourself that you were stressed out of your mind, and it seemed that you needed to give yourself some rest. No need to apologize,” Sero soothed you easily, a smile returning to your face as you nodded. He almost felt bad lying to your face, but this was just more proof that you needed him! He had placed all your clothes back on properly, cleaned up the mess last night and you were none the wiser! Your lack of realization of what had happened, though it pleased Sero to know he got away with his little love session, cemented your need for him in Sero’s mind.  

“Well will you let me buy you coffee as a thanks for letting me crash? We can study together at that cafe near the gym if you want? ” You offered, wanting to express your gratitude to your friend, who graciously accepted your idea, pleased to spend more time with you.

“Now that sounds like a good idea,” he chirped, quick to pack up his things in his backpack and get ready to go.

The sun was rising slowly from the horizon, fluffy white clouds moving lazily across the sky, as the two of you walked to the cafe together. The birds sang so sweetly as the pair of you made your way, but their songs meant nothing to Sero, too entranced with your own sweet voice as you chattered happily with him about whatever came to mind.

“My apologies, AllFather,” you said quickly, dismissing yourself as fast you could but still snagging your book on the way out, wanting to get out of there as fast as possible. You still wanted most of the day to yourself. But as you walked back to your chamber you couldn’t help but think of how odd that meeting was. It was so unlike Odin to be prowling around the libraries, especially in the middle of the day. Especially in Loki’s old nook. You shook your head and brushed it off. 

Maybe Odin just missed Loki more than he let on. 

Deciding not to read to much into it you ready yourself for your relaxing bathtime once more. 

The day had flown by so quickly, but as the saying goes, time flies when you’re having fun. You found yourself lazily dressing yourself in a deep green gown, simple as you liked, but elegant enough to be fit for dinner. 

Entering the dining hall, you saw Odin at the head of the table, awaiting your arrival. A soft smile pulled at the corners of his lips as he saw you enter the room. 

“Ah there you are, love. You look lovely,” he beckoned you, but you paused, almost as if a haze around you was beginning to lift. 

Loki used to call you love. 

“Little dove?” The AllFather called once more. Shaking your head slightly, you shook it off and proceeded to take a set next to him at the table. 

“My apologies, my king. I was just being a little absent minded,” you excused, to which Odin nodded.

“Are you feeling well, little dove?” He asked, as servants came to dish up some food for the pair of you. 

Nodding slightly, you gave him a shy smile. “I am sure it was nothing, AllFather,” you essured, glancing around the room for a second. It was a beautiful night out in Asgard. You could see the stars twinkling between the large columns, torch light illuminating the room giving the room a soft glow. 

You thanked the servant as she placed your plate in front of you, before all of the servants were dismissed, leaving the pair of you alone as usual. 

“If I may, AllFather, why do you always dismiss the servants?” You asked him gently. You had always allowed the servants to stay in the dining hall while you ate when you were back in your courts. Sometimes you ate with them, whenever your parents were busy. 

“Force of habit, little dove,” Odin said with a light shrug, brushing past the subject. 

That’s odd. Odin didn;t dismiss the servants before Freya and Loki had died. 

“I see. We just didn’t dismiss the servants in my court is all,” you said absent mindedly, but quickly regretted what you had said. “Not that Im complaining! I am very very happy here in Asgard, and I am so thankful that you have offered me refuge here for so long!” You corrected, not wanting to seem ungrateful

A chuckle resounded from Odin’s chest as he gently patted your hand in a comforting manner. “Easy there, little one. You have said nothing wrong,” he eased, a smile dancing across your face at his comforting. 

“After all, taking you in was the best thing Odin ever did,” he said, reassuringly but your blood ran cold at his words. 

Odin? Why was he referring to himself in the third person? Unless…

It all came crashing down around you in that moment.

On your last birthday you went on a star light walk in the garden where you admired the rose bushes and told him the crimson ones were your favorite. 

And everyday, Odin always gave you a crimson rose after your garden walk. 

Being in the library. 

Sitting in Loki’s chair. 

Calling you love.

Using Odin’s name. 

You knew Loki was good at trickery, but you would have never assumed he would take it this far. But if this person in front of you isn’t Odin, then where is he?

No

You'll never be alone

When darkness comes, I'll light the night with stars

Hear the whispers in the dark

Beginning to withdraw your hand from under Odin’s you were quickly halted by “Odin” you grabbed your hand, as if he had realized his mistake. 

“A-AllFather, I think I am feeling ill. I should return to my chamber,” you tried, wanting nothing more in this moment to flee. 

“Let me walk you to your room then, little dove,” he pressed and you knew you wouldn’t get your way without causing a scene in the dining hall which wouldn’t play out well for you. You needed to talk with him privately. 

Nodding slightly, you stood up as he released your hand. All the color had drained from your face and you had broken into a cold sweat. 

The walk back to your chambers was the most tense walk in your life. Neither of you spoke. 

What felt like hours later, you finally arrived at your chambers and stepped in, the man soon following, closing the door behind him. 

It was silent for a few more moments, and you were the first to speak up. 

“Loki, show yourself,” you demanded, eyes locked onto his face though your lower lip quivered. 

He opened his mouth to argue, but knew there was little he could say to persuade you from the truth. Sighing, a golden glow came about him as the face of Odin melted away to reveal the Raven Haired Prince.

A surge of overwhelming emotion came over you and you placed your hands on his chest and shoved him as hard as you could, which did little to the god. 

“How could you?! I mourned you for months! I still mourn you! What about Thor? He misses you dearly and he fled because of it!” You hissed at him, careful not to shout too loud and draw unwanted ears to your chamber. 

Against your will, tears began to pool in your eyes and you bit your bottom lip to keep from crying. “How could you do this to us? To me?” You whispered, hurt seeping into every syllable of your words. 

The man in front of you paused, for the first time in his life at a loss for words. Taking a few moments to gather himself, he spoke up. 

“Love, you have to trust me on this. There is a lot going on that you wouldn’t understand,” he tried, taking a step towards you, only for you to jerk back. 

“Don’t call me that!” You snapped, putting your hands in front of you protectively. “And don’t come near me either. You have deeply and utterly betrayed all of us,” you spat, even though there were tears streaming down your face. 

Silence encompassed the pair of you, as Loki waited with baited breath to see what you would do next. 

“Where is Odin?” You whispered, voice shaking with intense emotion. After a few more seconds of silence, you asked again, this time louder. 

“Loki, what the hell did you do with Odin?” demanding an answer, you were dismayed to see Loki take a deep breath, readying himself for the answer. 

“Let’s just say I don’t have to worry about him interferring anymore,” he said with confidence to your upmost horror. 

“Oh Loki, what the hell have you done?!” You cried, using your sleeve to wipe your tears away, as you glared at him. Taking a few more moments to compose yourself, you took a deep breath before speaking again. 

“Get out of my chambers, now,” you demanded, pointing at the door, but keeping your eyes down, locked on the floor. 

“Love…” Loki began to plead, but you refused to hear his words. 

“Get out of my chambers now before I scream and everyone comes running to this room to see what’s wrong,” you threatened, which Loki sighed at. 

“Alright. I shall leave you be, but this isn’t over,” he reminded before transforming into a servant woman and leaving your chambers without suspicion. 

You openly wept as soon as you knew he would be far enough away where he wouldn’t hear you. How could he do this to you? He watched you mourn for months and did nothing. And on top of that, he must have done something terrible to your king. Where is Odin? 

You didn’t know, but you definetley didn’t want to stick around to find out. Quickly, you began packing. Grabbing a large satchel, you placed everything of value that you could sell for a high price in there along with all of your coins and a change of clothes. That should be all you needed for now.

Before you left your chambers for good, you snatched the crimson roses you had in your vase from the last few days of walks and tossed them into the fire, watching them burn for a few moments. 

Quickly leaving the palace, you made your way to the stable and chose a trusted horse. Mounting, you rode as fast as you could out of the castle grounds and towards the capital city, never looking back. 

No

You'll never be alone

When darkness comes, I'll light the night with stars

Hear the whispers in the dark

So here you were, in a tiny shack on the outskirts of the capital, hiding in your closet underneath bedding like you did every night. Evey night you feared he would come for you. After all, he had found you in the past before. 

When you lived at an Inn in the capital, mysteriously crimson roses would appear on your bed stand. When you lived in a manor as a servant for a lord for a couple weeks, your favorite book from the palace library miraculously showed up on your pillow in the servants quarters. 

He was toying with you. He was sending a message. That he could come and get you whenever he wanted. That he was watching you, no matter where you went to hide. 

You had moved six times now within the past four months because of the “gifts” and just overall paranoia. You had sold everything of value, and you had little options left. 

Suddenly, you heard a knock at the front door.

No

You'll never be alone

When darkness comes, you know I'm never far

Hear the whispers in the dark

Pulling yourself into the tightest ball possible underneath the spare bedding in the closet, you waited with baited breath praying that whoever it was would go away. But you were not so lucky. A few moments later you heard the door lock click open and you instantly knew that somebody used a charm to unlock your door. 

You heard sure footsteps exploring your most humble abode, looking for something. Or someone. The footsteps halted in what sounded like the middle of the hallway before a voice called out to you. 

“I know you’re scared, love,” the voice called and tears instantly welled up in your eyes. 

Loki. 

“Come out and come home with me. I can explain everything,” he called out to you, as you did everything you could inside of yourself to not panic. 

He took a few steps more down the hall, towards your bedroom. 

“Love, I need you to come with me. I need you by my side as I rule Asgard. You were made for me and you know that,” his voice drew nearer to your room. 

A few more moments passed and you could hear his footsteps stop just inside of your bedroom. 

“I’ll make you a deal with you because I know you are frightened. If you come out on your own, I won’t have to punish you. But if you make me come and get you, which you know I will, well my mercy can only be extended so far. I’ll give you to the count of five to reveal yourself and come with my peacefully,” he bargained, and you did not doubt his words. You knew he would find you and drag you out if he had to. You would be a fool to put it past him. 

“One,” he began, his voice stern, leaving no room for argument. 

Your heart leapt into your throat, as you fought to keep the tears in your eyes. This couldn’t be happening. 

“Two,” he continued causing your breath to hitch. Gods you were so terrified, and you definetely did not want to find out what the punishment was if you disobeyed. 

“Three,” he took a step towards your hiding spot and you knew he knew exactly where you were. 

“W-Wait,” you called softly from under the sheets. “I-I’ll come out.” You sat up on your knees from where you were crouching, the bedding falling off around you in a pool as you rose to your feet. Meekly, you made timid steps toward the trickster, eyes locked onto his shoes as you approached him. 

Tilting your chin up with his hand, your teary eyes met his deep green ones, and you felt a whole new overwhelming wave of emotion. 

You had run into the throne room to find Odin talking quietly to the guards, giving orders. When Odin took notice that you had entered the throne room, he dismissed the guards that respectfully followed the orders. 

“Oh AllFather, it’s so terrible!” You cried, tears streaming down your cheeks a handkerchief clutched tightly in your hand.

“Come here, my child,” the AllFather called, with you quickly doing as he says and rushing to his side and kneeling. 

A small smile tugged on the lips of the AllFather as you kneeled by his side, taking your free hand in his and giving it a gentle pat. 

“Tell me, little dove. What troubles you so?” He asked gently, his voice calm and unperturbed by your state of distress. 

“Loki! The town crier just announced that Loki is dead,” you cried, finding it difficult to speak through the tears. “What are we to do, AllFather? Loki is dead and Thor has left us!”

Odin made a small humming noise as he squeezed your hand gently, reassuringly. “I know, little dove, I know. I have known for several days, but I had to wait to have it announced. It’s terrible about Loki, but he it was a noble sacrifice,” he comforted though it did little to quell your sobs. “And Thor… well he could never be controlled. He is not handling his brother’s death well and he needs some time to clear his head and recover.”

Despite the AllFather’s comforting, you couldn’t stop your cries. “Maybe its true that Thor is only gone for a short amount of time b-but Loki is dead a-and he is never c-coming back,” you lamented, squeezing your eyes shut in a pitiful attempt to stop the tears from flowing. 

“You are correct, little dove. But, if Loki hadn’t sacrificed himself then we would have lost to the dark elves,” Odin urged softly, releasing your hand and titling your chin up with his palm. “Loki knew what he was doing, little dove, and he would want you to continue on without him.”

Weighing his words in your head, you thought about it for a few moments before nodding. Odin was right. Though you would always miss Loki, without the sacrifice it would all be over. 

“I want to help commemorate him,” a soft whisper escaped your lips, causing Odin’s eyebrows to raise. 

“Pardon, little dove?” The Allfather asked, almost in surprise. 

“I want to help commemorate him and his sacrifice for us,” you restated, the tears finally starting to slow moving from a strong river to a soft mist. 

After a few moments of silence, the Allfather nodded softly, squeezing you hand. “Alright, little dove. Why don’t you speak to the sculptor and start there?” He offered, hoping to bring an ease to your emotional pain. 

Knowing this would help distract yourself from your loss, you quickly agreed, pressing a quick kiss to the back of the Odin’s hand. 

“Yes Allfather. Thank you for your counseling in these dark times,” you murmured before rushing out the doors to start your mission. Anything to ease the pain. 

As soon as the throne room was completely empty, a flash of green colored the golden walls. A deep chuckle resonated in the hall to the sound of your fleeting footsteps. 

Well, not you in particular because you did everything in your power to keep the truth hidden. Even if it was difficult. You've moved around because of it, blocked people out that you had once called friend, dropped out of clubs in college because of it.  There were no limits to what you would do to hide the truth.

That's why getting this letter in the mail had turned your entire world upside down

It had been a relatively typical day right before the moment you saw the envelope waiting for you on the floor beneath your mail slot in your front door. A few minutes before, you had been heading to your apartment in the financial district of San Francisco, the place you had first moved to after graduating from college. You thought were adjusting relatively well to the bay area city life. Some people said that living in the bay was terrible because everyone was too caught up in their lives.

That social niceties fell by the wayside because people were too busy with their own jobs and lives. For you, that couldn't be more perfect. It was easier to slip into the cracks and go unnoticed by the masses when the masses were too distracted by their personal matters. 

But it suddenly became clear that you hadn’t slipped through the cracks. Well, not completely. 

It was just a simple white envelope, nothing too fancy about it apart from the Stark Industries printed in bold across the top left of the paper. You were going to throw it away, but ignorance leads to trouble. It’s better to know what might be coming, even if it means acknowledging the fact that maybe you hadn’t been hiding yourself well enough still. 

Huffing, you dropped your work bag on the counter and poured yourself a glass of wine. You needed to calm your nerves if you were going to go through with reading this. Once you had more than enough Merlot in a glass, you sat yourself gingerly down on your sofa, eyeing the envelope in your left hand carefully. 

Taking big gulps of the wine, you readied yourself for whatever might be inside. Setting down the glass once you had finished, you took the envelope in both hands, glancing outside once more. Realizing you had left your drapes open, you set down the paper and moved quickly to the windows, securing the fabric over the glass. 

‘Oh great. The paranoia is already setting in’, You thought to yourself bitterly. Returning to your spot, you picked up the paper again and gently tore open the envelope. 

Inside was a letter addressed to you, messy handwriting scrawled your name across the once pristine white sheet. 

We hope this letter finds you well. My name is Dr. Bruce Banner and I promise you that we mean no ill will. Im sure that you must be very cautious to have found a letter from us addressed to you, but I promise you we present no harm to you. Mr. Stark and I have a special proposition for you. I have become aware of your condition, and I would like to bring you into the lab to run some tests. Obviously, we would construct a contract first that we both agree to and we would pay you handsomely for your time and efforts. I know you must be concerned about your safety, but I assure you that you identify and state of condition will be kept under secret at all times. If you wish to accept our offer, than please go to the private airport on Mission Street. Mr. Stark will have a private jet waiting for you there in three days at noon. If you board we will be flying you to us in New York to discuss a contract. If you decide not to, then stay safe and we wish you the best. Your identity will remain confidential if you decide to not take our offer. 

I hope to see you in three days. 

Cheers, 

Bruce Banner

You hadn’t realized you had been holding your breath while you were reading the letter. Taking a big, deep breath you scrubbed your palms over your face in frustration. Your eyebrows knitted together as you thought. 

You didn’t want to go. God, you really didn’t want to go. You would rather burn the letter and pretend that it didn’t happen. Maybe move again to try and hide longer, but you knew you couldn’t. You would never have your peace of mind if you didn’t figure out how they found out. It would eat you alive. And if they found out, that means somebody else could and those people may not be so friendly. No, you had to go and find out how they knew so that you could change your tactics. 

Crime was so easy now. A lot less cops, a lot less security, a lot more targets left around unprotected, and best of all no more heros.

You see, now that half the people on earth disappeared, people stopped pretending to play hero anymore. No more random acts of bravery. What was the point? People were too terrified for their owns lives to go out of their way to pretend to be brave for others. Sure, they would still report things to the police on occasion, but the police were spending most of their days looking for missing people and trying to keep people from murdering each other.

So simple theft went untreated. Sure, you bet there must have been complaints or reports on you but people had other fish to fry, so you fly under the radar.

Or so you thought.

Humming softly to yourself you made it to the fire escape and trotted your way down it merrily, the cover of night quickly slipping into the city, aiding you in your departure. Flight after flight of stairs down the fire escape, the cool air of the night seemed to lift the heavy, sticky air from the hot summer day adding even more to the pleasure of your evening. You were making it out like a thief at night. Literally.

Hardly a soul was out at this time of day, most of the population locking their doors tightly as soon as they got home, in a feeble attempt to protect whatever family they had left. That left the streets of New York empty almost as soon as 5 pm rolled around. It was sad to most to see the towns so empty, but to you it was magical.

You had promise, or so people told you, before the snap. You were attending a prestigious college in DC when everything came crashing down. You had lost what was left of your family, and lost all contact with your friends, unsure of what happened to them. So, you switched your life around. What was the point in playing by the rules now that everyone was dead? And in your mind, you weren’t necessarily hurting anybody. You were just picking up forgotten belongings. Giving them new purpose, if you will. There was no harm in picking up some left behind items, right? I mean, it’s not like you were hurting anybody. Life was so much easier for you now. You lived in a nice house that had been abandoned in upscale New York, and you did whatever you wanted to, as long as it didn’t gather too much attention.

Turning around to face the latter, you took your final steps down, feeling your feet touch the concrete of the ally beneath the long flights of the fire escape. Before you could take your fingers off the cool steel ladder, you heard a deep voice behind you speak up.

“Done so soon?”

Freezing in your spot, your breath hitched at the sound of the male behind you.

You knew that voice. You had heard it so many times on the news. Slowly turning around, you caught a glimpse of the golden blonde hair from the light from a street post. The man in question stepped out from the shadows, in all of his glory.

It was Captain America himself, Steve Rogers.

Pressing your back into the cold metal bars behind you, you offered him a coy smile. “I haven’t the slightest idea what you’re talking about Captain. But I best be on my way. After all its getting late,” you offered innocently. Taking a few steps forward to leave the ally, the legend stepped in front of you, blocking your exit.

Back pedaling a few steps as to not run into the wall of muscle, you put up your hands in a meek defense as he stalked forward towards you.

Well this didn’t seem ideal.

Deciding not to deny what he clearly knew, you tried to reason with him instead. “Come on, Cap. It’s not like I was doing any damage. It’s like lost and found right? Or buried treasure?” you said playfully, but the man didn’t stop moving towards you steadily.

Like a lion stalking its prey.

“Lost and found? You are looting disappeared people’s things,” Steve countered, his voice measured and unwavering.

“Well, when you put it like that, you make me seem like a bad person,” you teased, hoping to make light of this situation.

His eyes never left yours, which put you at unease. Sighing softly, you shook your head planting your feet into the ground and facing him head on.

“Alright, alright Captain. I admit it, maybe this isn’t the best of things to do. How about you let me off with a warning and you won’t ever have to see me again,” sticking out your hand towards the man towering over you, you had hoped he would shake it and let you off with a small lecture about honesty and justice or some other bullshit.

Instead, you heard a blood chilling chuckle that made your heart stop beating in your chest. Eyes widening you took in the form of the tall blonde man that’s chuckle upgraded to a full on from-the-belly laugh. A laugh that echoed down the ally way, tinged with something.. Sinister.

“Oh (Y/N), you think I am going to let you off that easily?” He asked, once his laughter had subsided.

Oh you didn’t like that. Lowering your hand, you took a few cautious steps away from him.

“How… how do you know my-”

“Your name?” The Star Spangled Man with a Plan cut you off, before you could finish asking. “Oh (Y/N), I’ve been following you for weeks. All police reports come through head quarters and I look over them on a daily basis. I kept seeing a report about a woman who was seen poking around places she shouldn’t be. You caught my eye, and I didn’t know why at the beginning. But I soon figured it out,” he began, countering your backwards movements with forward movements of his.

Okay, this went from bad to worse. You definitely didn’t like the way this was sounding, and you didn’t want to stick around to see where it went. As he spoke, you began to look for different escape routes from the corners of your eyes, but couldn’t come up with anything promising.

Just a long alleyway behind you that would take you about fifteen seconds to sprint through and hit the street and Captain America himself blocking the exit in front of you.

“Potential,” he continued, bringing back your silent search for an escape back to the American hero before you. “You had so much potential. Going to such a prestigious college before the incident, a great social circle, an impressive gpa, and a bright future ahead. A sharp mind, that just needs a little guidance,” his hand snaked forward and grabbed your wrist, halting you from taking any more steps away from him.

You tried to tug your wrist out of his hold, but he didn’t move a centimeter, holding your wrist sternly leaving no room for error.

Holy shit, this just got from bad to worse.

Get out. Now.

“Even now you’re searching, adapting, trying to find new ways. It would be such a shame to let such a bright future go to waste. You have so much potential in you and I am going to be your guidance,” his words the longer he spoke became tinged with desperation, a desperation to help do something right. And in that moment, it became clear. He wanted to make you his little pet project. Something that made him feel like he was doing something right again. Make himself feel important by “bettering” someone else, or atleast bettering them in his eyes.

“Look Captain, I appreciate the offer, but I don’t need guidance. I just need to home right now,” you tried to say as calmly as possible, trying to hide your building terror.

A small smile broke across the lips of the blonde giant in front of you, his hold never faltering.

“Oh (Y/N). It wasn’t an offer. Its going to be a reality, our reality.”

Okay, time to go.

Not wanting to be around for another second, you slammed your knee up, crushing it against Mr. Roger’s pelvis before smacking your heavy bag full of your loot into Steve’s face making him stumble back and release your hand. You shoved your way past him, breaking into a full sprint, trying to reach the street before he got to you.

It didn’t take long for Steve to recorperate, a low growl emanating from him at your brash actions. Within a few seconds, Steve was hot on your trail, a look of determination and anger gracing his features.

Glancing over your shoulder you saw the super soldier gaining on you, which caused pure panic and sheer terror to run through you.

You screamed as a hand clamped on your wrist again, yanking you back into his solid chest. His other arm snaked around your waist, leaving you caged against him.

“Help! Somebody help me!” You screamed as you were dragged back down the dark alley, away from the street and away from the light posts, deeper into the shadows. You kicked and clawed but it was no use. The man behind you might as well have been made out of steel. Pressing you up against the cold brick wall, Steve’s broad chest pressed you closer to the rugged surface.

“That was a mistake, little girl. A big, big mistake. You shouldn’t treat someone who is being so kind to you so terribly,” he growled gruffly as tears began to pool in your eyes, dread building in the pit of your stomach.

“Please, anybody!” your cries echoed against the empty streets which just made the man behind you chuckle once more as your pleas went unanswered.

“You see that’s the flaw in your whole plan, little girl. Sure, with the world in disarray, you are free to do whatever you please, break whatever laws you want, do whatever you want to whoever you want. But you forgot the most important part. You forgot that there are other people that can do whatever they please to whoever they please. You’re not the only one out here,” he whispered in your ear before taking your earlobe in between his teeth and tugging. Goosebumps prickled your skin at the action and your struggling ceased for a moment, distracted by his actions.

But it didn’t distract you for too long, a new sense of fear seeping into your bones. Without many options, you went to your last resort.

Begging.

“Please Captain America-”

“Steve,” he cut you off, and you quickly corrected yourself, not wanting to anger the man any further. Appealing to his humanity seemed like the only option left.

“Steve, please, please let me go. I promise I’ll turn my life around and I-I-I’ll be good, and I’ll go b-back to school and I won’t steal anymore. Just p-please. Please let me go,” you begged, your voice faltering slightly as you tried not to cry at the sudden reality of this situation.

Silence enclosed the two of you for a few moments, leaving you with bated breath, waiting for his response.

“That’s more like it, doll,” Steve purred behind you, dropping your arm around your waist and gathering both of your wrists into his left one, holding them high above your head.

“All of that begging sounded so sweet, but I’m afraid you still need to learn a lesson. A lesson of gratitude.”

And with that he grabbed the black leggings your were wearing and tore them off of your body with ease, your panties soon following after. You shrieked in surprise and tried to push him off though you knew it was fruitless.

A sharp spank, made you gasp and stop squirming, in shock at the stinging on your rump.

“Now you better stop all of your screaming and squirming and take your lesson like a good girl, and I won’t have to make the punishment worse for you, you hear me?” His threat shook you to your very core, making you freeze your actions. The more worked up he got, the more his Brooklyn accent slipped out of his satin lips.

While you were frozen in shell shocked terror, Steve kicked your legs apart lacing his legs between yours so that you couldn’t shut your thighs. You started to hyperventilate, knowing you would never be able to get him off of you on your own accord.

“Steve, please don’t do this. I’m begging you please,” you whimpered, tears streaming down your face.

Your words gave him pause, though he did not loosen his hold on you. He leaned forward ever so slightly, his nose burrowing in your hair. He took a deep breath through his nose, smelling your hair and letting out a slow, controlled satisfied sigh.

“You’re begging is music to my ears, doll,” he conceded, pressing a kiss to your temple. “How about this. If you’re not wet, if you’re not dripping for me like I am confident that you are, then your lesson stops now. But if you are, then we resume as I see fit. Seem fair?” He proposed, though you knew you couldn’t deny his offer. It was only chance you had.

Besides, you had this one in the bag, right? There was no way in hell you were wet for this man.

You felt his large, strong hand trail down your side, closer and closer to the apex of your thighs. You took a deep breath, closing your eyes.

‘This would all be over soon. I’m not wet, and it’s all going to stop. Steve Rogers is a monster, but I doubt he is a liar.’ You thought to yourself, calmingly.

You felt his fingers slip between your lips, moving up the slit, and pausing at your clit.

“Just as I suspected. You’re absolutely dripping for me,” he purred, nipping at your neck leaving deep purple marks all over your skin.

You shook your head in disbelief, hardly able to see the brick wall in front of your eyes through the tears. “N-No, you’re lying.”

Figuring it wasn’t worth the argument, Steve just put his fingers in front of your face and you could no longer deny it. You saw the slick absolutely coating his fingers and you had officially ran out of options. Shame flooded your system as the hand disappeared, from your line of sight, working on the belt around his waist.

How could you be so wet for this insane man? You couldn’t believe yourself. He was misogynistic and arrogant, and a monster! But you couldn’t deny the proof on his fingers. You could feel the head of his thick member start to press into you, making your breath hitch. Dropping your wrist, he opted to plant both of his hands onto your hips, getting himself ready for the ride of a lifetime.

“Fair is fair, isn’t it?” he said teasingly, rubbing the head of his cock through your folds, gathering your slick. “Don’t worry. I’ll make sure you enjoy this lesson,” and with that he pushed himself inside all the way to the hilt, deep into your heat.

You cried out at the sudden full feeling, but it didn’t hurt. No, you were so wet that he slide right in with no resistance despite being incredibly thick. You heard Steve moan behind you as he entered you, groaning at the sensation of your tight walls grasping his cock.

Biting into your shoulder to silence his noises as he grew accustomed to your wet heat. It didn’t take long for him to start moving against you, groaning against your shoulder at the sensation. You planted your hands in front of you on the bricks, trying to keep balance as Steve snapped his hips against yours, driving his cock into you repeatedly.

“You feel so good around me, doll,” he growled, moving his right hand to tear your shirt open and shove his hand into your bra to play with your hardened with excitement nipples.

You whined at his words, finding yourself getting lost in the pleasure. “F-Fuck, Steve st-st--,” he cut you off with a swift spank again, causing you to squeal and tighten around his cock in response to the quick slap on your rump.

“Language,” Steve warned gruffly into your ear as he pounded into you. “One of the many lessons you’ll learn from me is that I do not tolerate swearing,” he told you, continuing the quick pace that he was fucking you.

“Say you’re sorry,” he demanded, though it as difficult for you to process through the haze of pleasure and your internal battle. Another swift slap to your rump brought you back to reality, causing a quick, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Captain.”

Steve smirked at your response, enjoying your use of his title in this scenario, to his surprise.

“What a good little girl,” he purred in your ear. “You learn so quickly. I think you deserve a little reward.”

You felt his fingers make their way to your little pleasure button and you moaned as he rubbed little, tight circles on your clit. The added pleasure on your clit made you tighten up even more on his cock, making him groan as he fucked you roughly against the wall. He moved ferally now, causing you to cry out at all of the pleasure he provided with each snap of his hips and flick of his fingers.

Drawing near to the end, you leaned your head back against his shoulder as you shuddered under his touches. Panting, you found yourself rutting your hips against him, meeting his pace in anticipation, shocking yourself even further. You were giving in and you didn’t know what terrified you more.

The fact that America’s Hero is railing you against your will in an alley or the fact that you liked it.

You couldn’t ponder it for too long as you neared the end of your rope, about to lose it all to bliss. “Come for me. I want to hear your cries for me.”

You weren’t able to fight it as you drowned in head to toe pleasure, screaming into the night as you came harder than you ever did in your life. Steve followed shortly behind you, driving his cock in as deep as he could before stilling  inside of you. He let out a deep groan of your name as he filled you up with his cum, panting with the aftershocks of the pleasure.

You fell completely limp in his arms from it all, your mind spinning from the combined pleasure and fear. You were hardly aware of when Steve pulled out of you, hardly noticing the combined cum dripping down your inner thigh, not did you notice the Steve’s shirt drapped around your body as he picked you up princess style.

You did however notice the prick of a needle in your neck, your eyes widening in confusion, looking up at the man carrying you in shock and fear.

He smiled at you sheepishly as he tossed the used shot into a dumpster that the two of you passed.

“Wha--? Why?” You asked, the effects of the drugs coming in quickly, finding it already hard to keep awake.

“I need you to be asleep when I take you to my home is all. I want this to be a peaceful time for us as you transition into your new life with me,” he explained as he slung your bag over his shoulder, dumping your torn clothes into the dumpster as well.

“Don’t worry, doll. I’m going to take such good care of you. You have such a bright future ahead, and I promise you, by my side, you are going to absolutely flourish,” he whispered, as he walked up to a slick black car and unlocked it.

Hitting a button and the suicide door opened with ease. Leaning down, he placed you on the passenger seat, the sleek leather cool against your exposed legs. Buckling your seatbelt for you, he made sure you were safe before kissing your forehead softly, breathing in your scent once more.

“Sleep well, doll. Your next lesson begins tomorrow morning,” he whispered as he shut and locked your car door and made his way to the driver side. That was the last thing you remembered as you could no longer hold onto consciousness.

Giving into the drugs, you fell into a deep sleep, spending your first night of many with your captor.

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