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A Certain Type
Warnings: noncon sexual acts, fingering, oral, cheating
This is dark!Steve Rogers (and some side Bucky) and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.
Summary: Steve Rogers has an unhealthy interest in his TA.
for @evnscvll‘s 3k challenge, I used the prompts Professor AU + ‘Don’t’ by Bryson Tiller
Note: A quick one shot for y’all ft. Professor Steve and a little sleazy Bucky too.
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Reader📚
You smiled at Lauren as you handed her back her paper; the first assignment of the year. On the due date, Professor Rogers had shuffled them all up and handed you half the stack. That had been the same day as your first lesson. It had all been so overwhelming but more than a month and a half into the semester, you were starting to get a foothold.
“Have a good day,” You watched Lauren go, the last of the students to shuffle out into the hall.
You grabbed the three papers left in the file folder and crossed to the podium. Your advisor, Professor Rogers, worked at erasing his slanted writing from the whiteboard. You waited patiently until he set down the eraser and turned to you.
“I have some leftovers.” You clapped the bottom of the folder on the wood. “Absentees.”
“Ah, yes,” He neared the other side of the podium and took the file from you. He flipped through the papers inside. “Only three? I think that’s a new record…” He closed the folder and tucked it under his arm. “I’ll hold onto them until next class.”
“Alright,” You nodded. “So… did you get a chance to look over my lesson on Kant?”
“I did,” He bent to grab his bag. “You know, I can really tell you’re a history major first… but it’s good. I’ll send you my notes tonight.”
“I’m trying to break that,” You went to the seat along the first row where you often sat when it wasn’t your turn to teach. You lifted your bag onto the seat. “Trying to focus less on the dry who’s and what’s and more on ideas.”
“Well, so far, you’re a quick learner,” He offered as you packed up your notebook. “We do need to go over the marking scheme for next week’s assignment. You able to make Saturday?”
“Uh,” You glanced at the icon on your phone screen. You had several unanswered and unread messages. “Actually, I’m… busy. I can stop by during regular office hours.”
“I try to keep that reserved for undergrads,” He inhaled. “But I wouldn’t ask you to cancel.”
“I can rearrange--”
“Boyfriend?” He interrupted. “Finally making time?”
“He’s been out of town,” You said meekly. “How about tomorrow? I can come to campus between your afternoon blocks.”
“Hmmm,” He dragged his fingertips over his trimmed beard. “Meet me at Smoky’s. I usually have a coffee there after my morning class.” He pushed the flap over the top of his bag. “They have great carrot muffins.”
“Works for me,” You lifted your leather bag and tucked your phone up your sleeve. “Sorry.”
“Nah, don’t be,” He waved away your apology and went to the door. He opened it and waited expectantly. “We have lives. Some of us more than others.” He chuckled. “You deserve a Saturday to yourself.”
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You giggled as your head spun. Bucky pinned you beneath him as he rolled you over on the rug. What had started out as a none-so-innocent wrestling match had turned into your usual affair. He could never win an argument with you so it often ended with his lips, or his hand, smothering out your words.
Besides, you were eager for him. Almost desperate. Two weeks without him and you almost jumped on him the moment he opened the door. And after such a long week, you needed the stress relief.
His fingers tickled along your thigh and past the top of your stockings as he snaked beneath your skirt. You hadn’t started wearing them until you met him. He liked the short ones, especially on you. He pulled your panties aside and you gasped as his fingertips swirled around your clit. You latched onto his shoulders as his lips explored your throat.
“You’re wearing panties,” He growled.
“It’s cold out…” You breathed.
“You’ve got a coat,” He nipped at your neck and slid his fingers down your folds. “Don’t you?”
You tried to close your legs and his pushed your knee down with his.
“Ah,” He warned. “None of your games.”
“I didn’t come here for a lecture,” You huffed. “I pay tuition for that.”
“We both know why you came here,” He lifted his head and pecked your lips. “How many times did you touch yourself while I was away?”
“That’s none of your business.” You snipped.
“Do you have toys?” His hot breath grazed along your cheek. “Do you think of me?”
“Bucky,” You whined as he poked his fingers inside of you.
He purred as he dropped his head again and his teeth toyed with the tender flesh of your throat. He pulled your sweater up, rolling it with the tank top beneath until it was above your chest. No bra that day. He hummed and took you nipple in his mouth until your arched your back.
“Well…” He rolled your hard nipple between his thumb and index. “You’ve learned something.”
“Should I just come naked?” You asked.
“Preferably,” He chuckled as he ventured along your stomach, a trail of kisses and bites.
“Ugh,” You groaned as he brushed over your hips bones, his fingers still buried in you.
He nosed along your pelvis and you tensed in expectation. He paused and raised his head. You looked down at him as his fingers stilled and he hovered close enough for his breath to tickle your cunt.
“What are you waiting for?” You snarled.
He smirked and closed the distance. His eyes never left yours as his tongue swirled around your clit and he sealed his lips around it. You gulped and let out a pathetic moan. His other hand gripped your hip and he hummed as your eyes rolled back and your legs hugged him closer.
“Ah, I missed you,” You stretched your arms out as you tilted into him. “Mmm, Bucky.”
He seemed pleased by your words as his fingers sped up and his tongue danced more firmly around your bud. You began to quiver as he set your nerves on fire. The knot inside of you tightened and the wire drew taut until you couldn’t bear it anymore. At once, you orgasmed, your hand flying down to grasp Bucky’s head as he lapped up your pleasure.
Panting, your body went limp and you laid sprawled out with his head between your legs, twitching as he drew out the ecstasy with his tongue. Slowly, he pulled away and slipped his fingers from inside you, rubbing them over your sensitive clit. He sat up and kneaded your thigh.
“Missed you too, baby,” He flicked open his fly with one hand. “God, I can’t wait any longer.”
Steve 📚
Steve hadn’t been to Bucky’s in a while. They usually met downtown for a beer or ended up at his place. As it was, it didn’t seem like they had much time for each other anymore. Well, Steve wasn’t surprised. His oldest friend was juggling a lot; his job, his fiancee, and apparently some new side piece.
He sat up as Bucky offered him a bottle of crisp beer. The top wisped as he accepted it and Steve felt its chill against his lips before he took his first sip. He sat back and bent his leg to rest over his other knee, rolling his ankle as he stared at the bare floorboards.
“What happened to the carpet?” He asked in realisation.
“It’s getting cleaned,” Bucky sat across from him and snickered. “You know, made a bit of a mess.”
“Anna?” Steve raised a brow.
“Nah,” Bucky shrugged. “She cancelled her flight. Apparently they had some emergency at the lab.”
“Hmm,” Steve rested the bottle atop the arm of the couch. “This other girl?”
“What am I supposed to do? I fly all the way to Germany for about twenty minutes of Anna’s attention. The last time…” He shook his head. “I just don’t know how to… end it. Don’t even know that I want to. I just want it to be over. Two years is a long time.”
Steve nodded. He wasn’t sure what to say. What advice could he offer? His last relationship hadn’t lasted long and had been so far back, he barely remembered more than her name. After a slew of bad dates and disappointing flings, he decided to focus on his work. Well, even that was becoming difficult.
“And when Anna comes back?”
“Well, you know, this girl, she’s still in college, she’s got a lot going on. It is what it is.” He said. “You know, she’d find another guy in an instant and forget about me.”
“College?” Steve blinked. He hadn’t known that. “A bit young.”
His cheeks burned. He wasn’t sure if he was reprimanding his friend or himself. The fact that Bucky was dipping into the campus pool reminded Steve of his own guilt. Sure, he hadn’t done anything, it was all professional, but his thoughts… His thoughts were what troubled him.
“You never… thought of it?” Bucky asked. “You spend so much time around these girls and you never even--”
“It’s against the rules,” Steve cleared his throat. “I’m there to teach. I do my job.”
“And when’s the last time you got laid?”
“Shut up,” Steve took a swig. “The carpet?”
“She’s funny. She likes to… play around first.” Bucky took a mouthful beer and his eyes turned dreamy. “It wasn’t me who ruined the carpet.”
“Mmm,” Steve jiggled his leg anxiously. The vision that flashed in his mind had him sipping again. It wasn’t Bucky and some faceless girl on the floor, it was him and the sweet TA. He cleared his throat and looked through the dark brown glass. “Just about done. You got another?”
“Maybe she has a friend?” Bucky offered as he stood.
He neared as Steve drained the last of his beer and handed over the empty bottle.
“Thirsty?” Bucky took it and disappeared, returning with a fresh one.
“Long week.” Steve rubbed his cheek as he leaned forward to take the second bottle. “Another ahead.”
“Well, I could ask her.” Bucky grabbed his own beer and stayed standing. “The young ones, these days, they don’t want anything serious.”
“But I do,” Steve grumbled. “Thanks but… no thanks.”
“Your loss,” Bucky said. “You know, she’s real wild. I took her to a baseball game. She hates the game but… what she did in the bathroom… wow.”
Steve gave a weak smile and chuckled dryly. He glanced around. The carpet wasn’t the only thing that had disappeared. That framed picture of Bucky and Anna was gone too and the mantle only held the antique gun mounted on mahogany.
“Too bad it’s off season now,” Bucky droned on as he lazily paced and drank his beer.
“Yeah,” Steve leaned back and felt something hard beside the cushion.
He shifted but it poked him again. He reached down into the crevice as Bucky took the baseball he’d had signed years ago and began to toss it up and down as he complained about the last season.
Steve pulled out the long cylinder and blinked at how familiar it was. He swallowed and tucked it into his jean pocket quickly as Bucky threw the ball in his direction. He barely caught it without spilling his beer and chucked it back with venom.
“The fuck, Bucky?”
“Good to see you still got it,” Bucky laughed. “Pizza?”
“Sure,” Steve huffed. “No pepperoni.”
“Boring,” Bucky said as he pulled out his phone.
Steve took a deep breath as Bucky set down his beer and lifted his phone to his ear. He stepped into the short hallway and greeted the other end, carefully placing an order for a large and a side of wings.
As he did. Steve pulled out the pen and turned it between his fingers. The daisy pendant that dangled from the end, the initials etched into the rose gold, the little scratch along the tip. It was definitely hers. His stomach sank and he quickly hid it as Bucky’s voice died.
He’d have to be sure. He’d give it back to her the next day and see.
Reader📚
You were heartened by Steve’s interest as you finished up your last slide. The lesson had gone well and the class was interested in what could otherwise be a dry topic. You took questions but found many of them were simple enough. The students seemed to understand well enough and you reminded them to submit their next assignment by Wednesday night.
Several students stopped to ask you about your office hours before the room finally emptied. Steve approached as you slid your papers into your notebook and closed it. He reached over the podium and set down the metal pen. The one your mother had gifted you when you were accepted to your masters program.
“You forgot this,” He let it roll down to the lip and catch there.
“Oh my god, I’ve been looking for this,” You grabbed it and spun it in your fingers. “Thanks so much! I’d hate for anyone else to just claim it.”
“No problem,” His blue eyes were, for once, humourless.
“Where was it?”
His brows shot up and his lips parted. He looked over his shoulder then back to you.
“U-under the desk,” He pointed to your usual seat. “Caught my eye during one of my other classes.”
“Well,” You fiddled with it and gathered up your notebook. “It needs a refill anyway.”
You grabbed your bag and shoved your things inside. You were glad he’d found it, you had been convinced you’d left it at Bucky’s and he had been evasive since Saturday. Work, as usual. Well, what did you expect? He was older and unlike college boys, he couldn’t just skip.
“I liked it,” Steve hovered around you, a hand in his pocket. “I see you took my advice.”
“Oh, the lesson,” You looked up at him as you lifted your bag. “Yeah, well, it would’ve been a disaster without you.”
“Yeah?” He smirked. “So, you got another class now?”
“Thesis work,” You said. “Library.”
“Fun,” He remarked. “You know… if you don’t… if you need a quiet place, you can use my office. I have some stuff to take care of before my next block so…”
“Oh, I don’t… know, I wouldn’t want to…”
“It’s pretty big anyway. Even if I was there, I probably wouldn’t even notice you.” He said. “And there’s a bluetooth speaker in there. A gift I never really use but you’re free to.”
“I, um…” You considered the library and the stuffy, dry air. The noise of hidden food wrappers and buzzing whispers. “You sure you wouldn’t mind?”
“Go on,” He grabbed his bag and checked his watch. “I don’t mind.”
“Twist my arm,” You accepted.
“I’ll have to unlock it for you,” He went to the door.
“Uh, sure,” You followed him into the hall and waited as he locked up the classroom.
Silently, you walked beside him. You realised you didn’t have much to say about anything besides philosophy. You pulled out your phone. A message from Bucky. Finally. After days of radio silence.
“Sorry, baby, going out of town.” You hissed and blackened the screen.
“What’s up?” Steve asked as you followed him out into the late autumn chill.
“Nothing,” You shrugged.
“That boyfriend again?” He asked.
“It’s whatever,” You grumbled. “Really.”
“I don’t know, it seems like every time I see you, he’s up to no good.”
“Well, he’s… busy.”
“And? You are too.”
“Yeah, but...I mean…” You were quiet as you walked along the campus path. “I don’t know. I shouldn’t--”
“I don’t mind. A little bit of impersonal gossip is… fun. And your secret’s safe with me.”
You glanced over at him and then around at the students all around.
“He’s older,” You admitted. “So… he’s always busy.”
“Older? Like what? A year or two?”
“A bit more than that,” You said nervously. “More…”
You were quiet again. He led you up the steps of the philosophy building and as he always did, opened the door.
“...Your age.” You finished.
He blinked and tailed you inside, gesturing you up the stairs. You often did prep in his office so you didn’t need much guidance as he followed you up.
“Oh, old-old,” He scoffed. “I get it.”
You laughed, despite yourself and he came up beside you as you reached the third floor.
“You’re supposed to say ‘No, Professor Rogers, you’re not old’,” He chided as he rounded the corner and stopped in front of his office door. “Or something like that.”
“Sorry, I--”
As he reached into his pocket for his keys, a chiming tune filled the hallway. He pulled out his phone instead and apologized as he put it to his ear.
“Hey,” He cradled it with his shoulder as he fished for his keys. “What’s up, Buck?”
He shoved the key into the slot and the audible friction of metal in metal was like a knife to your heart. ‘Buck’? You frowned as he pushed open the door and waved you inside. He stayed at the threshold as he continued his call.
“Germany? I thought you said-- Ahh, okay, yeah,” He leaned on the doorframe. “Anna will be happy to see ya. Oh yeah, been a while.” He tilted his head. “We’ll reschedule. No problem. Yep. Have a good one.”
You waited anxiously as he hung up and stepped inside. He tucked his phone away and checked his watch again.
“Sorry, old friend. He’s going to see his fiancee and well--” He stopped himself. “Anyways, desk is there, speaker is…” He went to the shelf and pulled forward a rather expensive gadget. “Here. Maybe you’ll have better luck figuring it out.”
“Uh, thanks,” You nodded, almost dumbfounded as your mind began to whir. “I appreciate it. I won’t be more than an hour or two.”
“Don’t worry about it.” He said. “Take all the time you need.”
“Thanks, again.”
“Not at all,” He went to the door and turned back. “See ya tomorrow.”
“Sure,” You smiled.
He closed the door behind him as he went. You dropped your bag and fumbled for your phone. You tore it out of your pocket and swiped up. You searched through your contacts and hit call. It had to be a coincidence. Right?
“Hey,” Bucky answered from the other end, a din of activity around him. “I’m just about to fly out.”
“You’re engaged?” You hissed.
“What-- I-- How did you--”
“You are!” You snarled. “Oh my god, I can’t believe you! So have you been busy with work or with her?”
“Baby, it’s--”
“Don’t call me baby,” You retorted. “In fact, don’t call me. Ever.”
You hung up. A floorboard creaked and you turned around. Steve stood in the open door.
“Sorry, I… forgot to grab something,” He pointed past you. “I didn’t mean to--”
“I gotta go,” You bent to pick up your bag. “I’m sorry, I--”
You neared but he blocked the door with his body.
“Bucky?”
“Your friend,” You uttered. “I didn’t know. I-- Did you?”
“No,” He answered. “Not until… now.”
“Well, now you do.”
“You don’t have to go because of-- I don’t care,” He said.
“I do. I’m embarrassed.”
“Don’t be. He lied. How could you know?” He touched your arm.
“Isn’t he-- he’s your friend. You should be defending him,” You recoiled.
“And? He can be my friend and still be wrong,” He stepped closer and you back up, his hand lingered along your elbow. “He doesn’t deserve you.”
“Thanks, Professor, but I should--”
“Steve,” He corrected you. “I think we know each other well enough.”
He got closer again and you continued to retreat. He kicked the door closed behind him and you flinched.
“What are you--”
He leaned in and you were surprised by his hand on your chin. You dropped your bag and tried to wriggle away. He kissed you and you pushed against his chest. Your skin was alight as your insides wrenched. He parted, at last, his hand still around your jaw.
“What are you doing?” You breathed.
“You deserve better,” His kissed your again and you bit his lip.
“Professor--”
“Steve,” He insisted and squeezed your chin.
“Let me go,” You grabbed his wrist.
He marched you backwards until you were against his desk. You clutched his wrist tightly but he didn’t budge.
“What? You’ll fuck him but not me?” He sneered.
“It’s not-- you’re my advisor. I--” Your hand slipped down his arm as you panicked. “Please.”
“I’ve tried so hard not to think about it. About you.” He pushed you against the desk, bending you back until you were flat atop it, your legs hanging off. He loomed over you. “Thinking I was too old and yet I just wanted to have you... Right here… in the front of the class. Mmm, and then I find out you’re fucking him and I realise… you want it just as bad.”
“No, no, “Prof-- Steve,” You pleaded as his hand slid down to your neck. “I-- It was only… It was just sex.”
“Did you ever think of me when you were with him? Huh?” His lips were just above yours. “I thought of you. He told me about you but I didn’t even realise… I heard you do all sorts of naughty things.”
His other hand tugged at your blouse and you writhed helplessly.
“He told me you wore these little skirts for him,” He pressed his lips to your cheeks. “That you kept them on as he fucked you.”
“Steve,” You whined. “Stop!”
“Or what? It’d be a waste to toss away almost a semester’s work…” He snarled. “You know what they do to students who cross professional bounds? I have a duty to report such misconduct.”
“No, no, you--”
“Who are they going to believe?” He snapped. “Hmm, especially when it comes out you been fucking a man twice your age on the side.”
“They-- Steve,” You tried to catch his hand as he tugged on your pants. “You’re scaring me.”
“This isn’t exactly how I wanted our first time to be,” His hand snaked around and he pulled your pants down to your thighs in a single wipe. “That was before I knew how you like it.”
He held you down by your throat as he forced your pants past your knees, your panties twisted in the folds. He brought his foot up to push them further and free them from your ankles.
His hand flew back up your leg and he pushed two fingers against your cunt as you squirmed. He pressed deeper and rubbed along your folds as he bent over you again. He kissed you and drew back before you could bite him.
“You’re wet, kitten,” He purred. “We both know what you want.”
He toyed with you, flicking his fingers over your clit and dragging them back down. He repeated the motion several times until you bit your lips and slapped at the desk.
“Look at you,” He pushed his middle fingers inside of you and your back arched. “He didn’t care about you. Not like I do.”
He pressed the heel of his hand to your clit and curled his fingers. He squeezed and you gasped. He pulled his hand down and spread it over your chest, holding you down as he played with you. He sped up and his fingers clutched your blouse as he shook your body. You closed your eyes as you tried to resist the coil winding tightly inside you.
You mewled and he hushed you. You gritted your teeth and slapped your hand over his. He rocked his hand faster and you struggled to catch your breath. Your nails dug into the back of his hand and you pressed your lips together to hold in the sudden rise. You spasmed as you came atop the desk.
He slowed his hand and when he withdrew, you felt empty and cold. You opened your eyes as he brought his hand to his mouth and sucked clean his fingers. He hummed and ran his hands over your thighs.
“Stand up,” He ordered.
You stayed as you were, shaking, and stared at him. You drew your legs together and he pinched you.
“Now,” He growled.
You pushed yourself up and slid off the edge of the desk. He grabbed your open jacket and pulled it down your arms. Then he tore the hem of your blouse up and you were forced to raise your arms as he stripped away the cotton blend. Your bra fell loose as he swiftly unclasped the hooks and it fell away from your arms.
He grasped your shoulders and ran his hands down your front, cupping your chest as he took in every inch of you. He grabbed your arm and spun you to face the desk. He took your hands in his and placed them flat on the top.
“Stay,” He bid. “I won’t tell you twice.”
His hand grazed your ass and he spanked you lightly. You winced and he reluctantly drew away. You trembled as you listened to him behind you. He dropped his jacket over your shoulder on the desk in front of you. Then his zipper whispered in the tense silence and he stepped closer until you felt his warmth against your naked back. He kicked your feet apart with his leather shoe and fumbled around behind you.
You flinched as his hand brushed against you and you felt him prodded along your ass. He leaned against you and guided your hand further over the desk. He dragged his tip along your folds, poking until he found your entrance. You tried to push away from the desk and he leaned on you heavier.
“He can’t make you feel like I can,” He rasped in your ear as he slid into you. “How does that feel, kitten?”
He impaled you entirely and your fingers curled against the wood. You gulped and hung your head.
“Answer me,” He wrapped his arm around your neck and forced your head up. “Be a good girl.”
“G-good,” You stuttered as he thrust into you.
“Yeah,” He breathed against your scalp. “Better than him?”
He rocked steadily against you as you struggled to keep yourself from folding over the desk. He grabbed your hip and sank his nails into the flesh.
“When I ask a question, you answer me,” He warned. “Like the good girl you are.”
“Y-y-yes,” You stammered as your thighs tingled. “B-b-better than… h-him.”
“Much better than I ever imagined,” His hot breath seeped into you as he nuzzled the crown of your head. “Fuck.”
You moaned as his arm wrapped snugger around your neck, his muscles hard through the soft fabric of his shirt. His flesh clapped against yours as he rutted into you. Deeper, faster. You slapped at his arm with one hand as your other remained planted on the desktop. You were on tiptoe as you orgasmed, barely muffling it as you bit down on your lip.
“That’s it,” He purred. “That’s it. Oh, kitten, I don’t think I can handle much more. Can you?”
He sped up again and your knees buckled dangerously. His arm tightened until he was choking you entirely, drawing you flush against him. You grasped at his arm and he pushed you closer to the desk until you were pressed to it. The soles of your boots, the only clothing still left to you, slipped on the floor and you came again as you fought for air.
“Ah, here I go.” He grunted.
He slammed into you as his other arm hugged your waist and he lifted you off your feet with his final thrusts. He spilled into you and slowed. As he still, he sighed and his arms loosened just a little. He turned you and rested against his desk, still inside you.
He drew you into his lap as he slid back and bent his head against your shoulder. His hand fluttered along your cunt, hovering over it as he caught his breath.
“I’ll tell Bucky to leave you alone,” He muttered. “And you will do the same.”
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Note - for my love @evnscvll's 3k follower challenge. Congrats and i hope you like it.
Anon asked for "Mobster!steve making u dress in white lingerie specifically and act innocent so the purity of it is always a contrast to him and his gritty life whew it is hot in here"
Summary - You're Steves light. He can't let you go even if he knows he's bad for you.
Themes - mob au, smut, pwp, soft dark Steve, master/sir kink, dom/sub dynamics, cockwarming, slut shaming.
Pairing - Steve Rogers x reader
Word count - 2.3k
Masterlist is linked in the bio!
Steve had always believed he was born in blood and darkness. Doomed to stay there forever. Forced to do things he didn’t want.
To have people expect the world from him. Put him up on a pedestal. Having to match their standards.
Maybe no one is truly forced to do anything. Maybe that’s a lie he told himself so he could sleep at night.
It didn’t really matter either way. His soul would forever be tainted. No matter how many times he washed them, his hands will always be dirty.
His father died when he was only 20. As sad as he was. He was free as well. He was almost happy. He thought he wouldn’t have to live under the mobsters tight fist anymore. That he could use his power and his name for some good.
But he was surrounded by cartels, gangs and bad men. Who he owed many things to, on his fathers behalf. He never did try to stop fighting to get out of the quicksand, which only made him sink further. Believing that there would always be a light at the end of the tunnel. That someday he'd get to be normal.
Turns out the light was you. He decided so as soon as he saw you. Who knew a sweet simple waitress would save him from himself.
You were all smiles and politeness as you took down his and his associates orders. He still remembers your smudged pink lipstick, your white apron.
He found out how innocent and pure you were when you finally gave in and let him take you out to dinner. He doubted you had ever done anything bad in your life.
He choked on his wine when you told him that you’re a virgin. He had his suspicions but he really couldn’t believe how no one had ever touched someone as beautiful as you and took your innocence away.
He was elated when you told him that you wanted him to be your first. That you couldn’t be with anyone but him. That he had ruined you for other men.
The first time with you was the greatest night of his life. The best sex he ever had. Who knew it'd be with a virgin?
You weren’t like most women. Flaunting around their assets, leaving nothing to the imagination.
No. You were real and honest. So responsive to his touch. Your moans didn’t sound rehearsed, as if something you copied from watching too much gratuitous pornography.
Your cunt was adorned with soft dark curls. Completely natural. Just the way he liked. He drank from you as if he hadn’t drank anything for years. Revelling in the way he made you feel so good that you cried real tears for him.
But loving you came with a price. He couldn’t help but feel terrified of just how intense his feelings were. Because he knew you deserved the whole world. You deserved to be happy.
Because he knew he wasn’t the best for you. It wouldn’t be too long before you found out what he did for a living.
If you wanted to leave it would be understandable. But would he let you? He didn’t know.
He walked into your shared bedroom when you didn’t greet him at the door, he assumed you’d be asleep. But here you were putting on some sort of concoction on your face.
He put the little gift he got you aside and sneaked up behind you.
“Boo!” He screamed in your ear and chuckled at the startled noise you made.
You frowned as you spilled the multani clay all over your lap. All thanks to your man. You looked at him over your shoulder. Your frown creasing the drying clay on your face. “Thanks a lot.” You stood up removing your soiled robe.
His smile left his face as he delivered a harsh smack on your behind. You yelped and landed your palms down on your dressing table to support your weight.
He leaned in close to whisper in your ear. “What have we said about sassing me my dear?” He whispered lowly, caressing your bum before smacking it again.
“Only bad girls talk back.” You whimpered tears spilling from your eyes. “I’m sorry sir. I didn’t mean to.” You sobbed as he kept delivering sharp smacks to both your cheeks. Disappointed that you let him down, feeling the sharp pain in your ass, humiliated at the wetness pooling between your legs.
He sneaked a hand up your nightgown and past your panties. Pressing a thumb against your second hole. One he hadn’t had the opportunity to fuck yet. “Maybe I should some pay attention here as well.” He suggested pressing his thumb inside you.
“Whatever you want sir. I’ll do anything for you.” You breathed out as you felt him push two of his fingers in your heat. Working both your holes expertly. Almost tipping you over the edge.
You would be embarrassed of just how he could play with you so well that he had you cuming in mere minutes. But right now you couldn’t bring yourself to care. Too lost in the glorious pleasure. You had missed him terribly for the last few days. You couldn’t even touch yourself to relieve your aching pussy. It was against the rules laid out by Steve.
He pulled his fingers out of you all too soon as you whimpered at the loss. More tears escaping your eyes wetting the clay you had put on.
He delivered another sharp slap to your upper thigh. “Stop it. You know bad girls don’t get to cum.” He chastised your insolent behavior. He wanted to feel you gush around his fingers, but he couldn’t have you thinking you could speak to him however you liked.
To be so arrogant and bratty was unbecoming of you and he wasn’t having any of it. “It’s your own fault. You ruined it for both of us.” He said sternly as he moved you around to make you look at him.
His heart melted, all his anger fading away at the defeated and sad look on your face. “What’s this on your face?” He frowned at your brown face pack. Restricting him from seeing your face.
“It’s supposed to be good for your skin. I was just getting ready for our anniversary tomorrow.” You looked down shyly averting his eyes “I wanted to look pretty for you sir.” You mumbled.
You were too good to be true. So kind and considerate to him when he had just been so cruel and malicious to you. He supposed the stark contrast was only one of the million things he loved about you and your relationship.
He hummed at. Almost dropping to his knees then and there to finish you off with his mouth. But he had other plans for tonight.
He pushed his wet middle and forefinger, which were deep inside your cunt just a few seconds ago, against your lips. “You know what to do princess.” He instructed as you them in your mouth, suckling on them to clean them up.
He could hardly hold on. Just imagining your warm wet mouth around his cock had him almost cuming in his pants.
“Wash it off doll. You don’t need it. If you become anymore beautiful I won’t be able to keep my hands off of you.” He growled gripping your hips, perhaps a bit too harshly, grinding his hardness against your core.
You let out another pathetic whimper and gave him a small nod, complying instantly like you always do, walking towards the bathroom.
“Wait” He called out stopping you in your tracks. He handed you the paper bag. “Put that on.” He instructed.
“What is it?” You curiously peeked inside the bag.
“It’s your anniversary gift doll. Now go put it on.” He said growing more and more impatient by the minute. You hurried off into the bathroom. It was really more of a gift for him than you. But he had bought you some diamonds and pretty purses. He didn’t feel that guilty.
If he did have any semblance of guilt, it instantly faded away as he laid his eyes on you. Wearing the white satin baby doll he had picked out, with white lace on the edge of it. It ended just below your ass, giving him a generous view of your thick thighs and legs.
“Come here dove.” He extended an arm to you as you lingered at the bathroom door. Playing with the lace of your new nightie.
You gulped down and walked to him and stood in front of him. “Uh sir...” You trailed off as you couldn’t gather enough courage, not being able to concentrate with his large hands roaming freely on your body.
“What dove?” He asked feeling your ass over the smooth material.
“It – didn’t have any panties. Did they fall somewhere or something?” You stammered so embarrassed that you felt you’d cry.
You trusted Steve with your life but you couldn’t help the but feel exposed and embarrassed whenever his hungry eyes feasted upon you when you were naked. You had never put on any kind of lingerie for him before. Steve never seemed to mind your simple bras or comfortable granny panties. This was so new and scary for you. But at the same time oh so exciting.
“It did come with panties. But satin isn’t supposed to be good for you dove.” He explained. “I prefer you this way. It gives me free reign to do whatever I want with you.” He slipped a hand between your legs and caressed the inside of your thighs.
“At the end of the day. You are mine.” He pulled his hand away and jutted your chin up to make you look at him. “Now don’t you think you should apologize for being so rude to your master?” He asked and you nodded eagerly. “Get to work then. If you do a good job maybe I’ll go easy on you.” He said pushing on your shoulders to make you kneel in front of him.
Your shaky fingers worked to undo his zipper and pulling him out of his underwear. You gasped as his cockhead slapped your face before standing tall against his lower abdomen.
You licked your hand wrapping it around his thick length. You stroked him slowly watching in awe as beads of white cream oozed from his tip.
“You can do better than that.” He groaned nudging his cock against your lips and slowly pushing it in. He grunted at your warmth and wetness as he bottomed out, touching the back of your throat. Smirking as you gagged around him.
He looked down at you. Wishing he could rip out his phone and capture the image forever. You on your knees, looking up at him adoringly as if he’s your whole world, your mouth stretched wide as he fucked it. He was living the dream.
He grabbed a hold of your head with both his hands and hastily pushed and pulled out of your mouth. You cupped his balls and played with them, just as he had taught you.
He pulled you off of him. You looked up at him scared that he was still mad with you. “Aw don’t look so disappointed.” He cooed smoothening his hand over your hair “Need to cum in your cunt.” He rasped. “I’ll let you swallow it later dove. I plan to go all night.” He smirked as your eyes widened. Probably worried about how you could keep up with him. He did love testing you.
He impatiently manhandled you and dropped you on the bed. Making quick work of taking off his shirt and pants. He settled between your legs wrapping them around his waist. He wanted to taste you. To get lost between your legs. But he’d save that for later as well.
You bit his shoulder as he entered you. Still not used to his length. Your cunt burning in the best way at the hard and warm weight of him.
“Oh Steve...” You chanted his name and then a series of ‘oh my goodness' as he fucked into you, the sounds of his balls slapping your cunt so purely sinful. He didn’t mind you saying his given name while so delirious with pleasure. It was the only thing he was willing to look past.
He was almost there. Going days without you had only served to feed his hunger for you. But he held off. He wanted to see you finish first.
You looked so gorgeous, completely fucked out under him. Your breasts bouncing under the thin satin as he pounded into you. He lifted your hips and gave a particularly harsh thrust to strike your special spot.
From the way you screamed at the top of your lungs he knew he found it.
Being the sweet angel that you are, you had always been shy about the loud noises you made whenever he had his way with you. Even tried to stifle them. As if he would let you hide such beautiful sounds. He made sure to teach you that you could be yourself, as wild as you wished to be, in the bed you both shared.
When he felt your tight channel clenching around him, now he was the one who couldn’t keep from screaming. He spilled deep inside you rolling his hips to tease your clit.
He pulled your thigh over his hips, snuggling against your back. Gently palming and feeling your breasts and rolling his hips again to settle his soft cock in you in the right angle, to make sure he his seed stayed inside you. So he could be as close to you as he can. Feeling you, smelling you all around him.
You were his and he was yours. He would never let anyone or anything change that.
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My Everything
This drabble is my part for @evnscvll ‘s writing challenge. I picked the song: My Everything - by Ariana Grande and Childhood friends as subject. It’s a little sad, but what did you expect, it’s me after all XD
This piece is also unbeta’ed, so sorry!
I guess you don't know what you got 'til it's gone
Pain is just a consequence of love
I'm saying sorry for the sake of us
The two of you had parted 10 years ago, the image of him, standing in front of you with his heart on his sleeve still fresh on your mind. You’d managed to go around for years without running into him, but here you were, in front of his trailer as his PA for The Witcher tour.
He wasn't my everything 'til we were nothing
And it's taken me a lot to say
And now that he's gone, my heart is missing something
So it's time to push my pride away
A trembling hand lifted and you hesitated before knocking, waiting in agony until you heard his footsteps on the other side of the door. The door opened and two tired cerulean stared back at you. He took in your appearance and his eyes widened before he took a step back and his expression carefully smoothened out.
‘’Can I help you?’’
A sigh escaped your lips at his cold demeanor, but you straightened your back and held out a paper cup. Even after 10 years you still remembered his coffee order, fully black and strong enough to help him through the day. You deserved the way he treated you, you owned his heart, all those years ago, and had crushed it into a million pieces. Leave him to scramble all the pieces on his own.
'Cause you are, you are
You are my everything
You are, you are
You are my everything
His eyes flickered up to you before accepting the cup from your hands. His fingers touched yours and he recoiled at the spark that ran through his body. Even after so much time apart, your touch still felt the same, still never failed to make his heart stutter. He clutched the cup in his hands and stepped aside, giving you space to enter his trailer.
I know you're not far, but I still can't handle all the distance
You're traveling with my heart
‘’Henry I - ‘’
‘’You really hurt me - ‘’
The two of you fell back in a heavy silence. The pressure in your chest only tightened and your gaze flickered to the door, searching for a way out. Henry had his eyes focused on a painting behind your head, never looking straight in your eyes.
You lowered your head as he kept silent and took a step backward towards the door. ‘’Maybe it’s best if I just - ‘’
A strong hand wrapped itself around your wrist, pulling you back into the room, stopping you from escaping.
You weren't my everything 'til we were nothing
And it's taking me a lot to say
Now that you're gone, my heart is missing something
So it's time I push my pride away
‘’Don’t walk away,’’ he pleaded, ‘’not again.’’
You squeezed your eyes closed as he spun you around, wrapping his muscled arms around you, intoxicating you with the heavy smell of coffee and leather books. It’s been too long since you were held in this kind of embrace and after years of holding yourself back, you finally allowed yourself to relax your body against his.
‘’We have a lot to talk about,’’ you began, ‘’ maybe we should - ‘’
His arms strained as he moved away to look at you, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. The love in his eyes made your heart ache. You didn’t deserve his forgiveness, not after everything you’ve done. And yet he was here, holding you in his arms, gazing down at you with those cerulean eyes full of forgiveness. Suddenly the world around you disappeared as you realized that everything would be okay because he was your everything and you didn’t plan on letting him go again.
You are, you are, you are
My everything
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Love, Actually
So this is for @evnscvll 3k celebration challenge. Of course I'm one of the ones submitting very late but it's still the 31st of October. So here it is, I hope you guys enjoy it. Also Joyce, I hope you like this, too. And congratulations on those 3k, you deserve them.
Words: 928
Story tags: fluff, a tiny bit of Angst, unrequited love, Christmas 😅
You had known both for years now, having met Chris and Sebastian at a sports bar in Manhattan. The dark blonde instantly started talking, about his life as a lawyer and how his best friend was an up and coming photographer.
Sebastian was the quieter of the two of them, enjoying his beer and occasionally butting in when his friend was grossing you out with one of his stories. After that night at the bar you had been inseparable, either going with both of them or taking Chris or Sebastian out for drinks or to games when they found the time.
Before long, the dark blonde had called you one day while at the firm to arrange a date with you. A real one, not the usual lunch dates you would share occasionally, sometimes even with the dark haired photographer. Curious what your friend could want to say or do, you agreed, not having been prepared for the words he spoke to you that night.
It had been exactly six years, thirty-two weeks and one day since Chris had told you that he was head over heels for you and wanted to go steady, planning his future with you and call you his wife one day. Three years later, as you had danced along to the music of your favorite song, you couldn't believe how lucky you were to snag this wonderful man that you could call your husband.
You had watched the video Sebastian had made of your wedding two weeks before Christmas and all you could see was you.
Every scene zoomed in on you, your face, your eyes, your smile. There was nothing more, no guests, no presents, no flowers, no cake. Just you.
Chris had had his suspicions but never acted on it. You had chosen him as your husband not Sebastian, but why had it felt like a punch in the gut when he saw his best friend only focused on his wife and not the entire celebration. Without a word, you left his home, your thoughts in a jumble as you realized that the dark haired photographer was hopelessly in love with you.
On Christmas eve, your husband surprised you with dinner at home and a movie, something that hadn't happened in a while but he told you because it was Christmas, it was supposed to be spent together.
Just when you were about to start the movie, the doorbell rang, making Chris groan in annoyance. "Who the hell is coming around at that time of the day?"
"Relax, just start it. I'll be back in a few." you told him, getting up from the couch and making your way to the front door.
When you opened it, you saw Sebastian standing there, holding one finger up to his lips to shush you and pointing at the cards in his arms.
"Who's at the door, babe?" Chris' voice came from the inside.
Say it's Carol singers
"It's just Carol singers." you answered, your eyes never leaving Sebastian's face. Your husband mumbled to make them go away but your friend started the song on the player, the melody of Christmas surrounding you.
So, Sebastian started his cards monolog, all the while a boyish smile on his face.
With any luck by next year, I'll be dating a Victoria's Secrets model or one of the Kardashians.
You giggled softly at the image he showed you and nodded your head as he smirked at you.
But for now, let me say, without hope or agenda, just because it's Christmas (and at Christmas you tell the truth) to me you are perfect.
You looked deep into his baby blues, feeling your insides turn as he smiled his own secret smile.
My lonely heart will love you until you're grey and wrinkly and even six feet under or even gotten your bearings and leave that douche.
At the mention of the banter between your husband and him you couldn't help the soft laugh escaping your mouth.
Merry Christmas. The last card read and he watched you carefully.
Holding onto the door you softly whispered a 'Merry Christmas' back to him, looking on as he gave you a thumbs up, grabbed the player and walked off.
Biting your lip you ran after him, stopping his escape down the street.
"I'm sorry I never realized it. I should have known."
Shaking his head, Sebastian put the player down, brushing his fingers lightly over your eyes and smiling at the soft crease as you furrowed your brow. "I didn't make my move when I could have. You love Chris and I'm happy you have found someone like him. You deserve only the best."
A tear escaped your eyes as you stood up on your tiptoes and softly laid a kiss on his lips. There were no words to lessen the pain for him and no words you could say that would turn back the time and make you see what was going on in front of you where he was concerned.
"Merry Christmas, Y/N."
Without looking back he continued on and you yourself made your way back to your own house, back to Chris and the life you were leading now.
Sebastian stayed your friend, even though he had to fight against his feelings but he would and could never hurt you by fighting with Chris or you, so he returned, every year on Christmas eve to talk to you about what he loved about you and your life.
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Blushing Witcher
A/N: Hello. It’s my first Geralt piece and I hope you enjoy it. I didn’t really have a good idea for this one. @evnscvll
Prompt: Toxic-Britney Spears
WARNING: None... unless you have a fear of snakes
WC: 1229
She walked out from between the line of trees, her eyes on the man standing near the road, their horses eating some of the grass. She got closer so that she could get a better look at the gentlemen standing in front of her. One, clad in black leather garments with yellow eyes and white hair, the other dressed in fancy green clothes. A bard perhaps. “A Witcher.” She stated with a smirk. “And his lover?” She looked to the man standing next to him. “How interesting.”
“Did she call me your lover Geralt? Can I kill her?” The smaller man yelled. “Look woman. I have no lover. Let alone this giant emotionless man.”
“Enough Jaskier.”
She leaned her head to the side as she looked between the two. “What brings you to my woods?”
“We need a Serpents blood.” Geralt spoke bluntly, eyes locked with hers as she stepped closer. “And I will stop at nothing to get it. Willingly or not.”
“And what would you need the blood for?” She walked around them, taking in their sizes. “Plan to make something to kill enemies?”
“A merchant needs it.” Jaskier chimed, earning a harsh elbow to the arm.
“A Witcher with a merchant?” She questioned as she runs a nail up the back of Jaskier’s neck. “Are you a friend too? Being that you two are traveling together it must be true.”
“I would say so.” He shivered.
She hummed and made her way in front of them. “What do you say?” She tipped toes so that she was closer to Geralts face. “Are you friends?”
“Your toxins won’t work on me.”
“My ‘toxins’ have a different effect on you Witcher. That doesn’t mean it doesn’t work.” She winked and gave him a light tap on the cheek. “Follow me. It’ll be more comfortable in my home.” Geralt stood for a moment, containing the slight blush that decided to creep its way onto his cheeks.
Jaskier moved to follow her but Geralt grabbed his arm. “Careful. Her toxins are strong.”
“She’s harmless.” Jaskier pointed. “Honestly Geralt. Not every women we meet is going to poison us.”
“The fact that you don’t find her the least bit threatening after she touched you means that you’re under a trance.”
“Oh, come on big guy.” Jaskier pulled his arm away and slapped Geralts bicep. “Let’s get going before that man comes to find her himself.”
Geralt let out an unapproving grunt before following Jaskier into the wooded area.
The walk was short, the three of them coming up on another opening. The was a small cottage sitting at the center with a small garden and a few animals. She was the first to enter, going straight to her work bench next to the fireplace and grabbing her dagger.
Geralt grabbed the hilt of his sword, causing Jaskier to jump and step away from him. She turned to face him, chuckling, and shaking her head. She cut her hand, letting the blood pool in her palm before pouring it into a jar. “I don’t know what you need the blood of a Serpent-Nymph for but please… if you sell it make sure to get a good amount of gold for it.” She closed the jar and licked her palm as she handed it over. “Wouldn’t want to find out you received little to nothing for my blood.”
There was that pesky blush again. Geralt cleared his throat and turned to face another direction as Jaskier grabbed the jar.
“You were rather willing to give it away. Have you done this before?” Jaskier looked around, jumping back when he saw a snakeskin hanging from the ceiling.
“No.” She answered. “And before you ask. No, it isn’t mine. Levy should be back soon.”
“Levy… your snake?”
“Yes.” She nodded. “If the blood is all you needed then please be on your way.”
“Wait.” Geralt said, wanting to say something but coming up blank.
“Is there anything important you want to confess Witcher?”
“Something i-”
A window breaking took them all by surprise. A flaming arrow hit the tapestry on the wall, and it caught on fire. She moved quickly to put it out, but another arrow flew in. Geralt grabbed her, picking her up and pulling her out of the way before it could hit her.
More arrows were shot at the cottage, setting parts of it ablaze.
Geralt moved quickly with her still wrapped in his arms, Jaskier following closely.
“Release the creature Witcher! You’ve done your job and you will be paid handsomely.” A man said as he approached with more men behind him.
She wiggled from Geralts arms, staring at the men that had destroyed her home. She backed away from Geralt. “You’re working with the humans?” She questioned.
“We didn’t know.” Jaskier said as he moved towards her.
“Silence!” She flicked her wrist, taking his voice from him. “You led the humans to me! My sanctuary!”
“Quiet Witch! Accept your fate! Die!”
She looked at them, eyes burning with rage as she took a step forward. Geralt stood in front of her, surprising her. “I did not agree to you harming the Serpent-Nymph. You asked for the blood and I got the blood.”
“Yes well… things have changed.” A bag of coin was tossed on the ground in front of him as other men stepped forward. “What we do with her is now none of your concern.”
“Take your money Witcher and leave the Witch.” Another bag was tossed and Geralt turned to look at her.
“I knew showing kindness to a Witcher would get me killed. How troublesome.” She mumbles as Geralt grunts, pulling out her sword. She stepped back, ready to defend herself. He turned around, attacking the first man that was close enough.
“Kill them all!”
She fell on the grass, panting as her blood soaked close stuck to her skin. Geralt kneeled next to her. “Fending off men should have been easy for you Nymph.”
“Staying in the woods assisted in that.” She mumbled. “You can leave me here. You’re not under my spell. Neither of you ever were.” She waved her hand, giving Jaskier his voice back.
“What is your plan now?” Jaskier asked as he walked over. “Staying here? You don’t have a home.”
“Yes. That is true.” She nodded. “But I have Levy.” A snake head appeared from behind the tree lining, scaring Levy and sending Geralt into defense mode. “Levy!” She jumped up, rushing to her snake friend. “I’m happy you’re safe. I thought you had resized so that you could fit in your canopy.” She pressed her forehead against Levy’s nose. “We’ve gotta find a new home buddy.”
“You can come with us.” Geralt said.
“Yes, you can… what?” Jaskier looked to his traveling companion. “With that giant snake?”
She pat Levy’s forehead as she whispered from him to resize. Instead of giant white snake, Levy was now a white anaconda, wrapping himself around her shoulders like a scarf to a normal person. “If you’re willing to accept me and Levy then let’s head out Geralt.”
He stared at her for a moment as she walked towards him, caught by her beauty. Even with the blood, the anaconda, the messy hair… she was a sight. If he wasn’t careful, he’d-
“Are you blushing?” Jaskier questioned shocked.
“What!?” Geralt looked away. “I- No!”
“A Witcher that blushes! I have seen it all!” Jaskier laughed. “This must be the effect she mentioned earlier.”
“I will kill you bard!”
She chuckled, scratching the top of Levy’s head. “Seems this is going to be an interesting adventure my snake friend.”
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Queen part I
Pairing: Steve Rogers X OFC (Aryah Rumlow)
Word count: 1093 words.
Summary: Steve’s first Purge night will change his life.
Warnings: Mentions of smut, nothing explicit, mentions of alcohol.
A/N: This is my entry to the @evnscvll ‘s 3K Followers Writing Challenge with the song prompt #13 and the film prompt #13:
“Dancing Queen” by ABBA.
“The Purge”
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2011
When Steve woke up, he never imagined all the changes the world had had. Now the government began implementing every March 21st from seven o'clock at night until the next day at seven o’clock in the morning the annual project they called ‘The Purge’, he wasn't sure if it was an effective measure, however, Fury assured him that they would explain everything to him later, as well as instructing him that Brock Rumlow would be in charge of helping him adapt to the new world.
While they took the time for Brock to show her the Triskelion's facilities and plans for the next week and gradually get used to this time even though Steve didn't pay much attention to her as she was entertained watching a certain girl, she wanted to find out about her, the only fact she had was when a man –who seemed to be on the same team as Brock– called her ‘Queen’.
"Cap, Cap," Brock called him, seeing that he wasn't paying attention to him. “Are you okay?”
"Sure, I only saw the facilities," Steve lied.
"Anyway, I'm going to introduce you to my team, you're going to work with us.”
The men headed for the gym, as Brock entered, beckoning his sister to approach.
"You must be Captain America," Aryah said with a smile.
"And you're Queen, right?”
"What?” The smile on the woman's face disappeared.
"I heard they called you that, that's your name, isn't it?”
"My name is Aryah, Queen is what my family and friends call me.”
March 18th.
"Honey, are you ready for that night?” Aryah questioned.
"I understand that S.H.I.E.L.D. has made sure that our homes are safe for tonight and... And... They disagree if their workers to participate in you know...”
"S.H.I.E.L.D. always cares about its employees, you'll be fine," Aryah said.
"Cap, have you got any plans yet?” Brock asked, approaching the couple.
"What if you stay with me?” Steve looked at them hesitantly.
"I don't know...”
"Come on doll, I have no idea what's being done these days.”
"Bad guys or crazy people go out to purge, we usually stay as a family and watch movies," Brock replied.
"Brock, maybe it's a good idea to be with him so he doesn't get bored, we can take Ciara with us.”
"Ciara? Who’s Ciara?"
”My younger sister, you don't know her yet, but I think it's time.”
"Are you sure that's a good idea? Brock inquired strangely.
"I don't think she wants to be alone, and sooner or later she was going to find out," Aryah replied.
"Is there a problem? “
"Ciara is a little jealous, she'll probably ask you a lot of questions, but it's not something you have to worry about.”
"Do you think that's a good idea? Brock asked even without being convinced after Steve left.
"I think is time and we can carry out our plan.”
"But Ciara...”
"Our younger sister is no longer a child, this year she will graduate from the Academy and enter our team," Aryah said.
"We'll still have to take care of her, sometimes she gets out of control.”
"I wonder who she looks like.”
"Hey!”
"Besides, it's not the first time we've gone out for fun, I don't doubt she's escaped the times we didn't want to take her to the hunts with us.”
"Of course, like the time you both escaped to that party," Brock recalled.
"You put a code on the door that was very simple and easy to guess.”
March 21st, two hours before the plan was implemented.
Finally, the day of the purge arrived, the three Rumlow siblings arrived at the apartment a few minutes before six o'clock in the afternoon, Steve let them in.
"Steve, this is Ciara.”
Ciara waved her hand to greet him and entered the apartment without saying anything else.
"She approves you," Aryah said.
"Are you sure?”
"Yeah, she is just as inexpressive as Brock’s.”
Steve was taught to activate the security system to prevent anyone else from getting in, at the end of the day it was supposed to be a quiet sleepover. They started watching movies until Steve decided to ask that doubt he had for many months.
"Why do they call you Queen?”
"When I was a kid all the time I sang ‘Dancing Queen’," Aryah replied, still seeing the screen.
"At the elementary school parent event we sang it, we must have the recording somewhere," Ciara recalled.
“Ooh, see that girl. Watch that scene. Digging the dancing queen” the sisters sang in unamusing.
Brock winced when his sisters started singing it. After that, Aryah went to the kitchen and served the drinks.
"I want one too," Ciara asked.
"I can't give you this one," Aryah refused, emptied the full contents of a jar into the drink while Ciara gave her a dissatisfied gaze.
"It's not fair...”
"Look, this is part of the plan, I need Steve to drink it, this is something his serum can't process and it'll help us do our job, so the rest will be simple, you know?” Aryah whispered to his younger sister.
Ciara nodded, they returned to the room and Aryah gave Steve the drink, they kept talking, just as Aryah noticed that her boyfriend had finished the contents of the glass, approached him, kissed him, passed a hand through Steve's hair, parted and now stroked his face with his hand, Ciara could notice how Steve's gaze was changing, now she looked sleepy, a few seconds later Steve was unconscious while Brock's mobile phone rang.
"It's Rollins, he already has the vehicle outside the building," Brock told them.
"Well, I guess it's time to go, we still have a few things to do," Aryah said.
March 21st, six hours before the plan was implemented
"So Dirck won't come to have fun with us?” Ciara asked disappointed.
"He said he was going to spend the night with his friends, I've always believed he's the weirdest of the four, perhaps because he's the deist.”
"I've always found the mask you like to wear horrendous.”
"It's horrendous," Aryah confirmed. “By the way, have you got everything we're going to need?”
"I already have everything in my backpack. Although to be honest, what I find most incredible is that you fuck Captain America.”
"That's part of the work.”
"Work?” Ciara's voice sounded sceptical.
"Today we're going to execute a plan, Rogers will soon be on HYDRA's side, it's up to Brock and me, and I think you'll also have benefits when you join our team.”
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Tattoo Artist
A/N: Hello there... here’s a more... mild version of ‘Tattoo Artist’. It could have went completely different than it had before...
WARNING: None really... mentions of smut, mentions of BDSM, mentions of Stucky threesome?, mention of pain
@evnscvll
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“Alright. We’re all finished.” She said as she pulled the gloves off of her hands.
“Happy? You’ve got a tattoo and now you can leave me alone about it.” The mother said as she stood up. “Where do I pay?”
“Desk at the front. My apprentice will take care of you.” She said as she stood up and stretched her limbs. She washed her hands and started to pack up her supplies for her neck client. “Alright guys.” She said to the others in the shop. “I’m heading out to my next client.” She moved towards the exit as the other wished her luck.
When the apprentice booked this appointment, they ignored the fact that she wasn’t the type to go to her clients. But she didn’t cancel because money was money. She would have to drive a distance to get to her client, but she was being reimbursed for the gas thankfully.
When she arrived, she realized that the place she was going to wasn’t going to be a usual house or apartment complex, she felt like she wanted to turn back and cancel. There was one thing about seeing a hero on the television but seeing them in person was completely different. She parked her car in an area where her car wouldn’t be in the way and got out, taking her equipment with her. As she walked towards the front door it opened, revealing the Captain America. “Holy shit.” She cleared her throat. “You’re much bigger in person.”
“I get that a lot.” Steve chuckled. “You must be the tattoo artist Bucky was telling me about.”
“I am. I don’t usually make home-calls but I’m a people pleaser.” She smiled. “So, Bucky is your… partner?”
“More of a best friend.” He answered with a nod. “Let me get that for you.” He grabbed the case and allowed her inside. They walked through the compound, Steve chatting about how easy it was to get lost in such a big place. She couldn’t help but look at his back muscles as she followed him, checking out his ass while she was at it. She stopped herself, mentally cursing that it was inappropriate to check someone out, even if they’re male. “Here we are.” Steve smiled, stopping in front of a door. He knocked on the door, a faint ‘come in’ coming from the other side.
When they entered the room, she was instantly taken aback by the other large man that was sitting on the edge of a bed. “Does everyone look like you guys?” She questioned.
“Not as attractive.” Bucky chuckled as he stood up. “Bucky Barnes. I’m the one getting the tattoo today.”
“Nice to meet you.” She smiled, pulling out her sketchbook. “So, what did you have planned?”
“I wanted to get something that symbolized the way I’ve grown.” He explained. “I’d say I’m a completely different person.” Bucky chuckled, looking at Steve as he nodded in agreement.
“Alright then.” She nodded. “I would suggest…” She pulled out her sketchbook, showing him a sketch of a phoenix and then a lotus flower. “I could freehand something if you don’t have anything in mind.”
“I’d like that.” He nodded.
“Alright cool.” She smiled as she bit her bottom lip. “So where do you want it?”
“Here.” He motioned to his side.
“Alright, let me just set up.” She got everything set up, washing her hands afterwards. Steve set up a chair for Bucky to sit in as she stood in front of him to draw on his skin. “This’ll tickle by the way. I’m light handed.”
“I’m not the ticklish type.” Bucky winked at her, catching her by surprise.
She got started, focusing on drawing and not the face that he was staring at her. Steve sat in the room with them, writing stuff down in a small notepad. “Are you two the only ones here or something?” She asked, breaking the ice.
“Buck is on leave. And I’m his babysitter.” Steve explained.
“I thought you said I didn’t need a babysitter.” Bucky retorted.
“What did you have to do in order to get leave?” She questioned, glancing between them. They looked at each other, before looking at her. “Is it that bad?”
“Well…” He looked to Steve who only shrugged his shoulders. “On a mission I accidentally, shot at him.”
“Accidentally?” She leaned her head to the side.
“I had a relapse.” Bucky stated.
“That was more than a relapse.” Steve retorted.
“Yeah… well because of it we’re stuck here.” He looked back at his friend.
She didn’t say anything as she set up, plugging her machine in, and making sure it’s working. “So, for today we can work on the outline if you’d like and I could come back.” She turned to face them as they both looked at her. “Or… I could just get it all done in one go with a few breaks in between.”
“Is that possible?” Steve questioned.
“Well…” She kept the inappropriate thoughts to herself before speaking. “Depending on your pain tolerance we could sit here all day and work on it.”
“Have you done it before?” Bucky questioned.
“You could say that.” She turned to face away from them, busying herself with the colors she had brought with her. She didn’t have any tattoos that she could show them, and this was her first time sitting to do a piece for longer than an hour or 2.
“I think she means something else Buck.” Steve chuckled, sensing the slight tension.
“Oh.” Bucky also chuckled. “You like pain then?”
“James.” Steve sat forward, shaking his head. “You don’t just ask a woman if she likes pain. It’s not like old times. Being straight forward like that can make some of them uncomfortable.”
“It’s fine.” She smiled, sitting down so she could get started. “I’ll admit it’s a bit intimidating when someone questions me like that.” She started the line work, noticing how he didn’t flinch when started with the smallest needle. “But if you’d like to know. I do enjoy pain here and there.” She focused on working, rather than their expressions, feeling slightly flustered.
“Do you walk around hurting yourself from time to time?” Bucky probed.
“No. It’s not like that.” She smiled.
“So, what is it like? If you don’t mind me asking.” Steve asked, intrigued.
“Well… you notice how Bucky doesn’t flinch when I draw a line.” She started. “I seek partners to fulfil a need to feel pain for pleasure. It’s different for others. Some of them do it to feel something. Others do it for the rush.” She shrugs.
“So BDSM?” Steve nodded and she couldn’t help but look in his direction.
“Yes. BDSM.” She straightened her back and adjusting slightly so that her back didn’t hurt. “I’m a sucker for pain and discipline.”
“If someone offered to fulfil that need…” Bucky thought for a moment.
“I’d probably say yes.” She looked at him. “Are you guys offering?”
Bucky stiffened, blushing as she continued her work unfazed by what she had just said. “Seriously?” Steve questioned.
“Yeah.” She nodded.
The friends looked at each other, her tapping Bucky’s metallic arm to get him to stay still. “I was honestly joking.”
“Everything is a joke until someone gets serious hun.” She winked at him before continuing with the lines. “We can get started after I finish with the line work. Try not to break me too bad though.”
#evnscvll3kchallenge#main masterlist#stucky#bucky x reader#steve x reader#bucky barnes x reader#steve rogers x reader
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Speed
A/N: Vroom vroom. This is the last one for the day. I plan to do 2 a day if I can. @evnscvll
WARNING: swearing, speeding (don’t do it kids.. it’s not worth your life)
“Hey, Y/n! Where you gonna go now?” Benny questioned as he walked up to her while she loaded her car. “We got another job coming up and we need a driver.”
“You know this was my last job. I’m out.” She answered with a smirk, adjusting the bags in her trunk.
“It’s just transporting a package. You won’t have any trouble.” He continued, following her around her car until she finished up. “It won’t be hard.”
“Last package you had me deliver nearly blew me up.” She stated, shutting the trunk then the passenger door. “I’m out.”
“Alright Speedracer. You’ve got money now and don’t think we’re worth it.” He grumbled.
“Yeah yeah.” She mumbled, getting in the car. “Whatever.” There was a scream coming from outside, the both of them looking at each other before heading towards the garage door.
“Why are we doing this?” Benny asked. “It’s none of our business.”
“Benny.” She warned, opening it slightly and stepping back when a kid crawled under. “Holy shit.”
“No fucking way.” Benny closed to door as quickly as it opened. “This is that kid!”
“What kid?” She asked, looking at the girl in a fancy dress.
“The God Daughter of that hero that got kidnapped.” Benny snapped his fingers.
“Please. Captain Steve Rogers is my God Father and I managed to get away from the people that took me.” She stepped forward, grabbing her hands. “I just wanna go home.”
“No way.” Benny said, shaking his head. “I say we put the kid back outside and pretend like nothing happened.”
“No!” She yelled.
“Relax Kid. You’re not going back out there.” She said as she grabbed Benny by the collar. “We’re not putting a kid back in danger.”
“You’re a criminal Y/n. Remember that? What do you think they’re gonna do when they find out that the person hording the God Daughter of Steve fucking Rogers, you think they’re gonna pat you on the back? No if anything they’ll paint a red target on it.”
“Yeah.” She huffed, looking at the girl that looked scared out of her mind. “But my conscious is telling not to let her go back out there.”
There was banging on the garage door, cutting their conversation off. “We know the kid is in there! Open the door and no one gets hurt!”
“Get her out of here Y/n.” Benny whispered. “I’m looking out for you too here. This kid brought trouble to my doorstep. My ma’s gonna kill me if these guys don’t.”
“Shut up.” She sighed, scratching the back of her head. “Shit…” She opened the door to the car, motioning for the girl to get in. “It’s gonna be a bumpy ride for the kid so keep your head down”
“Are you insane!?” Benny yelled as the banging continued. The garage door rattling as they tried to get in. “Hey! Don’t get in that car Y/n! Just give her back to them! If you leave, I’m not helping you. You’re cut off.”
“I told you I was out Benjamin. So, I’ve already cut myself off.” She got in the car and shut the door. “The least you could do it get the door.” Benny sighed and rushed the button, pushing it and running out the back door of the garage. “Here kid. Call someone I’m gonna need directions.”
When the door was high enough, she put the car in reverse and slammed on the break, ramming into a big guy before whipping the car around and shifting to drive and speeding away. She looks in the rearview mirror, smirking as they scrambled to get in their SUV’s to chase after her. “Uncle Bucky!” The kid in the backseat yelled. “I escaped! A woman is bringing me to you! But she doesn’t know where to go!”
“Hit the Bluetooth kid.” She said as she maneuvered through cars. “Hey Uncle Bucky. I’m probably gonna have cops on my ass and I’d appreciate it if you or anyone let them know that the bad guys are not in the grey altered Camaro.”
“Go-”
“Who’s this?” A voice questioned.
“Oh wow. You must be the Captain.” She said with a smirk. “Look Soldier Boy I need you to give me a route to you so that the kid is safe. Asking me questions isn’t going to cut it right now.” She jumped when there were shots fired at her car. “Shit.” She looked back, pulling the emergency break to make a last-minute turn. “Good thing I’ve got the new windows. Look Soldier Boy can you get me a route or not?”
“We’ve got you!” Someone in the background yelled. “Go straight and then make a left at the light.”
“Hold on Kid!” She yelled when someone pulled up beside her and slammed into the side. “Watch the paint!” She yelled at the driver who pulled out a gun. She looked forward, noticing the line of cars in front of them and pulled the emergency break, screeching to a stop as the truck slammed into another car. “You alright kid!?” She looked back, putting the car in reverse. “Find me a new route there’s traffic there!” She turned the car and stepped on the gas, heading down a one way.
“You’re going the wrong way!” The kid yelled from the back seat.
“That’s the point!” She yelled back as she pressed her horn. She moved out of the way, watching as people blocked the way of the people chasing her. “See Kid. That bought us some time.” She chuckled. “You still with me Soldier Boy? Where do I go?”
“Make a right and then turn left.” Steve said as he paced on the other end.
“Yes sir.” She did as she was instructed, keeping an eye out for anyone following her. “Now who the Hell are you?”
“Let’s just say… I’m a woman that can’t let a kid get hurt.” She said. “Kid hold on!” She yelled and a car slammed into her bumper. “Shit!” They started shooting again, breaking the rear window. “Get us the fuck out of here Soldier Boy!”
“They’re on their way to them now! Once they get to the inner-city compound, they’ll be safe!”
She gasped when a car appeared in front of her, a man pointing a gun as her. “Down!” She yelled as she ducked. “We don’t have time for reaching the compound! They’re fucking up my car!” She sat up, swerving out of the way of a car they tried to get her to run into.
She watched a woman throw spikes in front of her car, but she turned the car, her back tire getting hit as she sped down the road. “What was that?”
“My car is reinforced but not that reinforced.” She reached pulled the passenger seat up, adjusting the tanks full of NOS. “Do you have your seat belt on kid?” She looked back, noticing the cars gaining on her.
“Good.” She turned a corner. “Is that it there!?” She questioned, pointing to the large building that was at the end of the road.
“Yeah.” The girl nodded.
“Good. Now hold on because I’m going to do something extremely dangerous.” She flipped a switched, finger hovering over a button as she went to max speed.
“Dangerous!?” Steve questioned. “What do you think you’re doing!?”
“Saving a life… probably ending one.” She pushed the button.
The car sped up, pushing them back against the seats as she kept her foot on the gas. She noticed the makeshift metal ramp and shook her head. “I’m going for it!” She yelled.
“No! I wanna go back with them!” The kid yelled. “I don’t wanna die!”
“Hold on!” She took the ramp, flying over the intersection and barely missing the top of a tour bus as she cleared the wall.
The car slammed against the ground, bouncing once. She groaned, looking back at the terrified kid. “Look you’re alive.” She laughed smiling brightly and driving towards the entrance of the building. She destroyed bushes and hedges as her car slow rolled onto the gravel. She pulled into looped driveway, watching as multiple people rushed out with guns in hand. “So much for a welcoming party.”
The back door was yanked off, making her jump and climb out of her car. “I’m so happy you’re safe.” Steve said as he hugged his God Daughter.
“Dude my door.” She moved to walk around it, ignoring the people pointing their guns at her until someone stepped in her way, putting their hand on her shoulder. “Why’d you take my door off? I could have unlocked it.” She stated.
“Y/n.” Steve said with a stern expression. “I had a feeling it was you.”
“Steve.” She smiled. “Long time no see.”
“I thought you stopped being a criminal.”
“I thought you retired.” She crossed her arms as she leaned against the back of the car. “Once a Hero always a Hero I guess.” She leaned her head to the side. “Or was it once a thief always a thief?”
“You two know each other?” Bucky questioned.
“You could say that.” Steve grumbled.
“If you count secret rendezvous as knowing each other then yeah… we know each other well.” Steve ordered everyone to head back in, leaving the two alone to have a talk.
“Why’d you save her? Did you do it to spite me?”
“Hmmm.” She tapped her chin. “Spite the man that left me for someone who didn’t love him and had an entire family with another man or save a kid that could have been dead if I didn’t save her.” She narrowed her eyes. “Honestly, Steven. Just because I’m wanted in the U.S doesn’t mean that I’m a cruel person.”
“You’re right.” He sighed, shaking his head. “I just didn’t expect you of all people to want to help.”
“Oh Steven.” She caressed his cheek, wanting to say what was on her mind but deciding against it. “What can I say… I’m complicated like that remember.” She turned to walk away but he grabbed her wrist, turning her and going to press his lips against her but stopping. “Still hesitant Soldier Boy?”
“I won’t hesitate this time.” He kissed her, pulling her closer against his body.
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Reina parte I
Pareja: Steve Rogers X OFC (Aryah Rumlow).
Palabras: 1089 palabras.
Sinopsis: La primera noche de Purga de Steve cambiará su vida.
Advertencias: Menciones de Smut, nada explicito, mociones de alcohol.
N/A: Esta es mi entrada para 3K Followers Writing Challenge con la canción #13 y con la película #13:
“Dancing Queen” de ABBA.
“La Purga”
No doy ningún permiso para que mis fics sean publicados en otra plataforma o idioma (yo traduzco mi propio trabajo). Si encuentras alguno de mis trabajos en una plataforma diferente y no es alguna de mis cuentas, por favor avísame. Los reblogs y comentarios están bien.
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Tags: @sinceimetyou @black23
2011
Cuando Steve despertó nunca se imaginó todos los cambios que había tenido el mundo. Ahora el gobierno comenzó a implementar cada 21 de marzo a partir de las siete de la noche hasta las siete de la mañana del día siguiente un proyecto anual al cual llamaron: “la Purga”, no estaba seguro si era una medida efectiva, sin embargo Fury le aseguró que después le explicarían todo, de igual manera le indicó que Brock Rumlow sería el encargado de ayudarle a adaptarse al nuevo mundo.
Mientras aprovecharon el tiempo para que Brock le fuera mostrando las instalaciones del Triskelion y los planes para la siguiente semana y que poco a poco se fuese acostumbrando a esta época aunque Steve no puso mucha atención ya que estaba entretenido observando a cierta chica, quería averiguar sobre ella, el único dato que tenía fue cuando un hombre –que parecía estar en el mismo equipo que Brock- la llamó “Reina”.
—Cap, Cap —lo llamó Brock al ver que no le estaba poniendo atención —. ¿Estás bien?
—Claro, yo sólo veía las instalaciones —Steve mintió.
—Como sea, voy a presentarte a mi equipo, trabajarás con nosotros.
Los hombres se dirigieron hacia el gimnasio, al entrar Brock le hizo una seña a su hermana para que se acercara.
—Tú debes ser el Capitán América —dijo Aryah con una sonrisa.
—Y tú eres “Reina”, ¿verdad?
— ¿Qué? —la sonrisa en el rostro de la chica desapareció.
—Escuché que te llamaban así, ese es tu nombre, ¿no?
—Me llamo Aryah, Reina es como mi familia y amigos me llaman.
18 de marzo
—Cariño ¿ya estás listo para esa noche? —cuestionó Aryah.
—Tengo entendido que S.H.I.E.L.D. se ha asegurado de que nuestras viviendas sean seguras para esta noche y…y…que no está de acuerdo que sus trabajadores participen.
—S.H.I.E.L.D. siempre se preocupa por sus empleados, estarás bien —aseguró Aryah.
—Cap, ¿ya tienes planes? —preguntó Brock acercándose a la pareja.
— ¿Y si se quedan conmigo? —Steve los miró dubitativo.
—No sé…
—Vamos muñeca, no tengo ni la más mínima idea de que se hace en estos días.
—Los malos o locos salen a purgar, nosotros usualmente nos quedamos en familia y vemos películas —respondió Brock.
—Brock, quizás sea buena idea estar con él para que no se aburra, podemos llevar a Ciara con nosotros.
— ¿Ciara? ¿Quién es Ciara?
—Mi hermana menor, aún no la conoces, pero creo que es el momento.
— ¿Segura que es buena idea? —inquirió extrañado Brock.
—No creo que quiera quedarse sola y tarde o temprano se iba a enterar —Aryah contestó.
— ¿Hay algún problema?
—Ciara es un poco celosa conmigo, seguramente te hará muchas preguntas, pero no es algo que debas preocuparte.
— ¿En serio crees que sea buena idea? —Brock preguntó aún sin estar convencido después de que Steve se fuera.
—Creo que es el momento preciso y podemos llevar a cabo nuestro plan.
—Pero Ciara…
—Nuestra hermana menor ya no es una niña, el este año se graduará de la Academia y entrará a nuestro equipo —aclaró Aryah.
—Aun así tendremos que cuidarla, a veces se sale de control.
—Me pregunto a quien se parece.
— ¡Oye!
—Aparte no es la primera vez que salimos a divertirnos, no dudo que se haya escapado las veces que no la quisimos llevar con nosotros a las cacerías.
—Claro como la vez que las dos se escaparon a esa fiesta —Brock recordó.
—Pusiste un código en la puerta muy sencillo y fácil de adivinar.
21 de marzo, dos horas antes de ejecutar el plan
Finalmente el día de la purga llegó, los tres hermanos Rumlow llegaron al departamento unos minutos antes de las seis de la tarde, Steve los dejó entrar.
—Steve, ella es Ciara.
Ciara movió la mano para saludarlo y entró al departamento sin decir nada más.
—Le agradas —dijo Aryah.
— ¿Segura?
—Es igual de inexpresiva que Brock.
Le enseñaron a Steve a activar el sistema de seguridad para evitar que alguien más pudiera entrar, a final de cuentas se suponía que era una pijamada tranquila. Comenzaron a ver películas hasta que Steve decidió preguntar esa duda que tenía desde hace muchos meses.
— ¿Por qué te dicen Reina?
—Cuando era niña todo el tiempo cantaba “Dancing Queen” —respondió Aryah sin dejar de ver la pantalla.
—En el evento de padres de familia de la primaria la cantamos, debemos tener la grabación en algún lugar —recordó Ciara.
—Ooh, see that girl. Watch that scene. Digging the dancing queen —cantaron al unísono las hermanas.
Brock hizo una mueca cuando sus hermanas comenzaron a cantarla. Después de eso Aryah fue hasta la cocina y sirvió las bebidas.
—Yo también quiero una —pidió Ciara.
—No puedo darte de esta —Aryah se negó y vació el contenido completo de un frasco en la bebida ante la mirada inconforme de Ciara.
—No es justo…
—Esto es parte del plan, necesito que Steve lo tome, esto es algo que su suero no puede procesar y nos ayudará a hacer nuestro trabajo, así el resto será sencillo, ¿entiendes? —Aryah le susurró a su hermana menor.
Ciara asintió, regresaron a la sala y Aryah le dio la bebida a Steve, siguieron platicando, justo cuando Aryah se percató que su novio había terminado el contenido del vaso, se acercó a él, le dio un beso, pasó una mano por el cabello de Steve, se separó y ahora acarició la cara de él con la mano, Ciara pudo notar como la mirada de Steve estaba cambiando, ahora parecía adormilada, unos segundos después Steve estaba inconsciente mientras el celular de Brock sonaba.
—Es Rollins, ya tiene el vehículo afuera del edificio —les informó Brock.
—Pues supongo que ya es momento de irnos, aún tenemos varias cosas por hacer —dijo Aryah.
21 de marzo, seis horas antes de ejecutar el plan
— ¿Entonces Dirck no vendrá a divertirse con nosotros? —preguntó Ciara decepcionada.
—Él dijo que iba a pasar la noche con sus amigos, siempre he creído que es el más raro de los cuatro, quizás por ser el mayor.
—Siempre me ha parecido horrenda la máscara que le gusta usar.
—Es horrenda —confirmó Aryah—. Por cierto, ¿ya llevas todo lo que necesitaremos?
—Obvio, ya tengo todo en mi mochila. Aunque siendo sincera lo que me parece más increíble es que te cojas al imbécil del Capitán América.
—Eso es parte del trabajo.
— ¿Trabajo? —la voz de Ciara sonó escéptica.
—Hoy vamos a ejecutar un plan, Rogers pronto estará del lado de HYDRA, nos conviene a Brock y a mí, creo que también tendrás beneficios cuando entres a nuestro equipo.
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