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Die Besessenheit: 4. Partie de Campagne
Die Besessenheit Masterlist
Summary: You have slowly worked your way through the writer’s ranks at the New York Times, finally securing your dream spot in the business section as an investigative journalist. However, turning down your boss’ advances lands you writing the article from hell: a PR-fix for the Avengers. Since the destruction of Thanos, the world has idolised the Avengers. They can do no wrong. You see through the facade and their ego. Forced to stay at the new facilities, you must live the Avenger’s lifestyle and document the life of an international superhero. You catch the eye of Steve Rogers, Captain America.
Pairings: Dark!Steve Rogers/Reader
Warnings: Dark!Steve Rogers, non-con, slow burn, love bombing, coercive control, stalking, non-consensual voyeurism, obsessive Steve Rogers, psychological focus, emotional manipulation, creepy Steve Rogers, somnophilia, masturbation. No under 18s.
Notes: This is a collaborative project with the beautiful @sophiria . Please heed the warnings and tags, these will be updated as the story progresses. If you wish to be tagged please let us know!🖤 Please feel free to comment and reblog! We’d love to hear your thoughts 🖤
Chapter Notes: Anything in bold and italics is an insight into a certain Captain’s spiraling mind. They are NSFW. So enjoy. And not to give ANYTHING away… the last paragraph is INTENTIONALLY not in bold and italics. You’re welcome, my fellow filthy-minded friends.
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Partie de Campagne
Your pace was near perfect, the air just cool enough to keep you from overheating. You were close to the compound, making good time. You might have technically been on Avengers’ property, but it felt freeing to be outside, by yourself, jogging and listening to your music.
It had become apparent, whilst living under the watchful eye of America’s Captain and the every present A.I., that you had been taking the simple notion of freedom and autonomy for granted. That very thought turned your gut. You were an American citizen, you should have the freedom to go wherever you choose, but at this time that was not your reality. Captain America was the conductor of your every move.
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Yes Bucky!!
Die Besessenheit: 16. Hope Is A Dangerous Thing For A Woman Like Me
Die Besessenheit Masterlist
Summary: You have slowly worked your way through the writer’s ranks at the New York Times, finally securing your dream spot in the business section as an investigative journalist. However, turning down your boss’ advances lands you writing the article from hell: a PR-fix for the Avengers. Since the destruction of Thanos, the world has idolised the Avengers. They can do no wrong. You see through the facade and their ego. Forced to stay at the new facilities, you must live the Avenger’s lifestyle and document the life of an international superhero. You catch the eye of Steve Rogers, Captain America.
Pairings: Dark!Steve Rogers/Reader
Warnings: Dark!Steve Rogers, non-con, slow burn, love bombing, coercive control, stalking, non-consensual voyeurism, obsessive Steve Rogers, psychological focus, emotional manipulation, creepy Steve Rogers, somnophilia. No under 18s.
Notes: This is a collaborative project with the beautiful @sophiria . Please heed the warnings and tags, these will be updated as the story progresses. If you wish to be tagged please let us know!🖤 Please feel free to comment and reblog! We’d love to hear your thoughts 🖤
Chapter Notes: It’s here, guys. Steve’s plan is finally paying off. We would LOVE to hear your thoughts on where you think this is heading!
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16. Hope Is A Dangerous Thing For A Woman Like Me
“No, please let me go,” you begged on your hands and knees as the knife sat in your periphery, the blood slowly trickling down the blade and hitting the floor before you. The dead body lying on the ground in the distance was just in sight. “Please, Steve, please.”
“Sssshhhh,” he cooed dropping to his knees before you, blocking your vision of the dead body and drawing you into a searing kiss, “I did this for us. I did this to protect you. I did this because I love you.”
The weight of his words crashed over you like a king tide and in that moment you felt as though you could not breathe without this man. “I love you,” you cried burying your face in his chest, seeking out the comfort of his warmth and strength. You needed him to keep you safe.
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Praise You Like I Should
One-Shot Masterlist
No under 18s thank you
Summary: Two months have passed since you first came into the pack after Steve had claimed you before them. You are still coming to terms with your new life and identity as an Omega. As you approach your first heat, you are overwhelmed and seek out the comfort of your Alpha.
Pairing: Darkish!Steve Rogers/Reader; Alpha!Steve Rogers/Reader
Warnings: AU, Dub-Con, Lumberjack/Alpha/Werewolf Steve, Darkish!Steve, Praise Kink, Cock Worshipping, Breeding Kink, Breast/Lactation Kink, Bad Language, ABO Themes, Dom/Sub, Alpha/Omega, Sex
Word Count: 6467
Notes: This is a follow-up one-shot to Hey There Little Red Riding Hood. You don’t have to read it, it’s basically just smut! Thank you to @viciousdenofsacrilege for beta’ing this like a boss. I am forever grateful and owe you a snake.
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Crisp, fresh snow crunched and compressed under your boots as you stepped out into the biting, frozen breeze. You bundled further into the thick, woolen blanket wrapped around your already frigid body, the heavy coat you already had on doing little to stop the nip of the icy air.
The soft crunch echoed throughout the small clearing. You found it odd to be living so deep in the forest and yet you had never seen any wild animals call this part of the forest home in the time you had been here.
Deep down you knew it was to do with the tall, statuesque blonde and his family that oversaw and protected the woods, like generations before them. A never-ending cycle of forest dwellers fueling town gossip and folklore you had been brought up with. Whispers of ghosts, ghouls, werewolves and fae-folk.
You hadn’t believed the tales, laughing it off as a poor game of Chinese Whispers passed down between generations of folk in a small town.
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