Summary | You Think You Can Go Unpunished, But Steve Has Other Planssoftdom!steve Rogers X Naive!reader

summary | you think you can go unpunished, but steve has other plans softdom!steve rogers x naive!reader | kinktober 2022

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CONT.

“Steve! I’m sorry!” You cry, writhing on the bed. 

“Clearly not sorry enough, baby,” he grunts, pulling out before you can come. You clench around nothing, and another sob escapes your lips. 

You didn’t think Steve would take his punishment this far, edging you instead of spanking you. Yes, it was probably your fault that you used his card and spent too much money, money that you usually don’t like spending. Half of it you spent on donating food and clothes to charity. And, well, the other half you justified in spending it for him, since he had a habit of ripping your clothes off.

Which was fine. It was probably the intention behind it that’s getting you into so much trouble right now. You pissed that Steve—Daddy—has been busy for the past few days, neglecting you. Sure, he left you kisses, but he left for the company quickly after that, leaving you wanting. Wanting him. 

Something that he’s been making amends for for hours. When his tongue licks your slit, and he sucks harshly on your clit, you release another desperate whine. 

“Daddy! Please!”

“Finally the proper name. My dumb baby forgot what to call me, didn’t she? Makes sense, since she thought that Daddy didn’t care about her anymore. Since Daddy didn’t give her the attention she wanted—that’s why you acted out, isn’t it?”

You can’t answer. Can’t think. You can’t grab at him either: he tied your hands and ankles to the edge of the bed. Instead, you’re resorted to babbles. 

He slips his cock in again, and you cry at the sensation when he starts to thrust. A hand comes to wipe your tears, and Steve leaves kisses on your neck and along your jawline. 

“It’s too much! Please!”

“Please what? Please let me come? Please forgive me?” 

“I’m sorry! Sorry!” You choke on the words, and with a growl, Steve slaps your ass. 

“Never again, you understand me baby? You’re Daddy’s, always.” 

Once the words leave his mouth, you can’t control it: the orgasm strikes you, toes curling and back arching. You nearly black out, the few seconds as you come becoming hazy. Steve comes inside of you, and you milk him as he kisses you, still thrusting, slow and steady. 

“Ready for another round, baby?” 

“So please ask yourself: What would I do if I weren’t afraid? And then go do it.”

— Unknown

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Feathers in Florence

WIP Intro | Wattpad

TW: alcohol, mentioning of one-night-stands (I’m new to tw so I hope I’m doing this right…)

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Chapter 1 – Kaz

It had been years since he entered the bar. Kaz hadn't been to Florence for a long time, in his eyes one of the most beautiful cities in the world and to celebrate the day he would visit his favorite place. The bar Angel Share had an ironic title, although its name had different roots than one might think.

„An Ardbeg, no ice“, he ordered, whereupon he was immediately given a glass with the golden liquid. The taste was bitter at first and burned on the tongue, but the longer he held it in his mouth, the sweeter it became. He drank the alcohol in small sips while his gaze swept through the crowd. Young women and men danced in the space provided, others chatted in the comfortable leather armchairs. Hardly anything had changed since his last visit. Of course, the clientele had changed, they were getting younger, but otherwise everything was the same. Someone shouted a toast and invited the whole club for a shot. Yes. Truly Florence had not changed.

As he continued to let his gaze wander through the crowd, he took a closer look at the people. He wasn't looking for a lady or gentleman for the night, like some people here, nor did he really want to be interested in the conversations, but when someone was arguing with the bartender, he inevitably overheard. Curious as to where the voices were coming from, he looked around until he saw the young red-haired woman to whom the energetic voice belonged.

„A Coke!“, she called to the bartender for the third time across the counter and pushed the full glass towards him. „There's rum in there!“ The young man behind the bar nodded and poured her something else, which was clearly no more a Coke than the drink before. Kaz sighed. He wasn't sure if he should intervene, but before he could make a decision, she had already sipped at the drink, grimaced briefly, but said nothing more. She turned back to the dancing people and Kaz followed suit. It wasn't long before he felt a look on him. It wasn't anything unusual.

Many had already stared at him, even if only a few had spoken to him. He was aware that he must come across as strange to people. The radiant aura of the Archangels was discernible even to mortals, albeit in a different way than their peers. It was a soft glow, a calm emotion. The glow of charisma. The aura of safety.

He slowly turned around until he met the eyes of the young woman who had been arguing with the bartender moments earlier. His blue and gold eyes rested on her appearance before he smiled slightly and nodded in greeting. Then he looked away again, assuming she was just like the rest of the people around him: much too shy to even exchange a word with him. But he was taught better. With a clinking sound, she put the glass down on the counter next to him and sat down on an empty stool.

„Hi“, she murmured curtly. Kaz raised his eyebrows in surprise.

„Hi“, he replied. „Didn't get the right drink?“ He pointed to her still full glass.

„Didn't get the companionship you wanted?“ Her gaze was challenging as she locked eyes with him. At first Kaz looked at her confused before he started laughing softly.

„I’m not here for the company“, he murmured, picking up his whiskey and sipping before turning his gaze back to the dance floor.

„Who believes it“, she snorted and did the same. Silence fell between the two as he didn't answer, only occasionally sipping from his glass.

„If you're not there for a nice date for one night, what are you doing here?“ He sighed softly.

„Maybe I just want to enjoy a drink and spend the evening among people“, he replied, looking back at her. „If I were looking for someone, would I just sit next to you?“ She looked unconvinced as she eyed him intently.

„Francesca“, she murmured eventually. Kaz raised his eyebrows in surprise. „My name is Francesca.“ A crooked smile formed on his lips before he reached out and held out his hand in greeting.

„Kaz. Very pleased.“ Hesitantly, she took his hand, but quickly let go and looked back at the crowd. „Why are you here alone? I mean, I don't assume you're looking for anyone.“

„No. I'm here with friends.“ Francesca indicated a small group of couples. „But…“

„They only have eyes for their partners?“, he completed her sentence. She nodded.

„Two of them only met their date tonight…“

„That's why you're worried I might be one of them?“ Again Kaz had to chuckle. „Don’t worry. I'm not that kind of person. I'm more of an observer, you understand? I'm sitting here, drinking my scotch and taking in the ambience. It's something special when you look at all this as an outsider.“ Francesca was silent for a moment and just let her gaze wander around the premises. She nodded almost imperceptibly. Lost in thought, she reached for her glass, sipped from it and made a face after the first sip.

„Rum again…”, she murmured and hastily set the glass down.

„Shall I try? Maybe it will work for me… Andrea!“ Kaz was about to call the bartender over when Francesca waved him off vigorously.

„No! All right. I better go now too. It's getting late…“ The young man behind the counter gave them both a questioning look while she got up, shouldered her bag and started to leave.

„Already? What about your friends?“, Kaz wanted to know.

„As you can see, they're doing fine without me“, she murmured.

„Wait!“ Before Francesca could step onto the street, Kaz quickly drained his glass and jumped up. However, he didn't leave the bar without calling out something to the young bartender.

„You need to listen better, Andrea!“

The street was relatively quiet compared to the bar. Although the music could still be heard clearly, the otherwise quiet night was a relief to his ears. Even when he gladly visited the Angel Share, the music was always very loud. Francesca was already walking down the street.

„You really want to go alone?“ he asked, quickly catching up with her.

„Why not? What's the alternative? That I go with you? No, thanks.“ Kaz pointed to her watch. It was past one.

„The streets are dark and you should be especially careful as a woman“, he replied. Francesca stopped and turned to him.

„What do you want?“

„That you get home safely. I can call you a cab and I'll wait for it to get here. Or someone can pick you up.“ Francesca sighed in annoyance.

„A cab is too expensive and who should I call? My friends who are getting drunk inside right now? Thanks, but I'm walking.“ It was Kaz's turn to sigh and he nodded resignedly.

„Fine. But don't tell me I didn't try.“ There was a moment of silence between them as she eyed him, tilting her head curiously. Her eyes were narrowed slightly, but a barely noticeable smile graced her lips.

„You're really not one of those“, she murmured eventually.

„Who?“

„Someone just looking for fun.“

„And what makes you believe me?“ Curious, he crossed his arms over his chest. Francesca shrugged.

„If you wanted it, you would have done it already, right?“

„Maybe. Maybe not.“ She laughed softly.

„I doubt it“, she murmured softly, smiling at him.

„And you really don't want me to call someone to get you?“ He raised an eyebrow expectantly and returned the smile.

„I’m old enough to do this myself, but no thanks.“ Kaz shrugged.

„Okay.“

„Then I wish you a nice evening and thank you for the nice conversation“, she murmured before turning away. Kaz followed her. She stopped immediately and looked at him confused, while he raised his hands defensively.

„Don’t worry. My car is over there”, he answered the unspoken question with a laugh and pointed to the silver Mercedes that was just a few meters away on the side of the road. Francesca was amazed.

„That's your car?“, she asked, raising her eyebrows at him.

„Do you mind?“, he asked. Kaz knew his Mercedes was conspicuous. Not only because it was a new model, but also because, among all the little Fiats, it screamed at the world how much money he had.

„No! No“, she replied hastily and stepped closer to the car.

„You are interested in cars?“, he asked surprised and followed her with his arms crossed again.

„A little. My dad has an auto repair shop…“, she answered rather casually while looking at the cockpit.

„I understand. Of course I could also take you with me and drop you off in front of your apartment, but something tells me that you will refuse.“ Francesca visibly hesitated before she straightened up and took two steps away from the car.

„Thanks for the offer.“ This time her words sounded more sincere. „But, maybe another time.“

„Another time? Does that mean you're considering sitting next to me in a bar again?“ Francesca chuckled.

„Maybe.“ Silence fell between them again. „I’m gonna go, then. It was a very pleasing evening, Kaz“, she finally murmured in farewell.

„Be careful“, Kaz replied, nodding her farewell. He watched her walk down the dark street before he got into his car and started the engine. Sometimes the evenings among people were really interesting, although he hadn't expected to meet anyone on the first evening back in Florence who, for once, had spoken frankly with him.

STOP I FEEL SO HONORED

feeling better lately! working on my mental health & learning to make boundaries for myself to keep.

uhhhh i literally don't have a title for this project, but calling it project princess bari for now (???). it's been on a break for a while, but definitely thinking about getting back into it!

of course the lovely @hahaha-darn-it !! and also @sweetieguk, @mschvs, @orphicpoieses, @thetruearchmagos, @writingbyricochet

ACK this is so hard to choose but hyeri from my wip destination seoul <333 i absolutely love her, and all the struggles that she goes through have been really personal to me, so i feel like i have a deeper connection.

hmmm this is so hard, gah. but leo valdez from pjo, lukov from from lukov with love,

elizabeth lim !! chloe gong !! axie oh !! mariana zapata !!

yes yes a million times yes :)

Its been a while!

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Who is your favourite oc

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Who is your favourite author

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