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forever and a day | 54. you didn't.

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summary | a story in which america’s favorite captain gives a new life and family to a five-year-old girl who has suffered well beyond her years at the hands of hydra.

characters | dad!steve rogers, girl/willa rogers (original character)

warnings | AU similar enough to OU to include spoilers to many Marvel movies (Age of Ultron and beyond). action and fight scenes with violence and killing. injuries/mild gore. mature themes related to and semi-graphic depictions of child abuse/neglect, past CSA and CSM, and their aftermath (emaciation, wounds, scarring, etc). medical abuse (including sterilization) and experimentation. ptsd/trauma symptoms in a child (developmental discrepancies, de-humanized behavior, detachment, extreme fears). medical treatment of CSM and other aftermath of abuse.trauma-informed therapeutic treatment of ECT. minor mentions of disordered eating. themes relating to abuse of power/authority and immoral interrogation tactics including SA (with brief depictions.) evil!Tony Stark.

[Steve]

If the night at Bucky's had been an isolated incident, I wouldn't have thought much about it. Unfortunately, in the days that have followed, things have only seemed to get more and more difficult for Willa.

It started the following morning, when I woke up around 5:00am to find the little girl in the bed next to me, bawling her eyes out. I had quickly switched on the bedside lamp, checking her over to see what was the matter, and I found her to be in the grips of a seemingly hellish night terror. She had no mind channel open, no crimson glow, so there was no way for me to know what she was dreaming of. Immediately, I had gathered her in my arms, rocking and soothing her as best I could while simultaneously hoping to rouse her from her torturous sleep. But it was no use; she was far too deep in the nightmare to break free. She flailed and sobbed and sputtered incoherently for hours, and all I could do was hold her and watch. By the time 7:00am rolled around, she finally woke up, and at that point she was inconsolable.

I couldn't get anything out of her that entire morning. She had fought her way out of my arms and crawled deep under my blankets, and I simply had no heart to remove her. I tried coaxing her out with the promise of cuddles, breakfast, and even her favorite movie, but nothing worked. Eventually, I decided to leave her alone and let her determine when she felt safe to come out, but she ended up staying there for most of the day. When she did finally emerge, she was a puddle of tears, her eyes begging for comfort and reassurance. But at the same time, she wouldn't let me come anywhere near her. When bedtime came around again, I offered to let her sleep with me in my room for another night, and she surprised me greatly by agreeing to it.

Through the night, she had another horrific nightmare, one so terrifying that it sent her jumping out of the bed in fear when she awoke. As soon as she saw me waiting for her with the lamp on, a deeply concerned expression drawn on my face, she grew so afraid of being punished that she began hyperventilating, eventually passing out from her compromised airflow. In the agonizing process of her panic attack, she wet herself again, and it was at that point that I decided I needed to speak with Jenny.

"Did anything happen in the days leading up to her shift in behavior that might've been cause for such a regression?" the mild young lady asks as she sits across from me in the living room. Resting back against the soft cushions of the sofa, I pick apart the past week in my mind, ultimately unable to identify anything.

"No," I sigh with a shake of my head. "There were small incidents here and there, but that's always the way it's been with her. Nothing major happened, at least, not that I can think of." It's now later in the morning, and Jenny and I are wrapping up a last-minute session I requested while Willa plays in her room. The doctor started off speaking with the child herself, but after half an hour or so of not getting much response at all, she decided to come out and work with me instead.

"I see," Jenny notes, scribbling something down on her legal pad. Closing up her pen, she brings her eyes up to meet mine, a familiar sense of warmth and patience lingering in her gaze. "Steve, with everything that Willa's gone through, her road to recovery isn't going to be as smooth as any of us would like it to be." I nod, not sure where the doctor could be going with a statement like that. "And even though things seem like they're getting worse with her, this is actually a pattern that's seen quite frequently with survivors of abuse and trauma who've recently escaped. Willa's body and mind were suppressing a lot of emotions, a lot of fear during her captivity, and even at the tower due to the things Tony did; her system couldn't handle addressing these feelings, so it shut them out. Now that she's in a truly safe place, with a safe person who only loves her and takes care of her, those things are beginning to show themselves because it's safe for them to." A wave of relief washes over me as the woman finishes her explanation, and I let out a deep hum.

"So this... is normal?" I ask. She nods.

"It's a difficult part of the process, since it might seem to both of you like things are getting worse when they should be getting better, but it's really just a sign that her body and mind are ready to start doing some deeper repair."

"I see. That's..." my voice trails off as I bring a hand up to brush through my hair. "That's so good to hear," I finish honestly. "I was really worried that I had done something wrong, or was messing up in some way."

"I don't think you need to worry about that, Steve, not at all. You're doing a phenomenal job with Willa. She just adores you." A faint smile crosses my face as I think of the little girl, and how much love and care I hold for her in my heart as well. "As far as dealing with her new or returning behavior, I'd recommend allowing her to get it out, as much as you possibly can. A big part of her might just need to respond in the way her body originally wanted to. She might need to go through the act of being scared or crying or getting sick, since those were all responses that were made impossible for her up until now. In regards to the increased accidents, it's a very common indicator of sexual trauma in children. I know it's frustrating, but try to be as patient with her about it as you can."

"No, no- it's not even frustrating," I assure her quickly, meaning the words with all my heart. "Really, it's not. It's not a hassle when it happens, not at all; it just makes me so worried."

"I know it's alarming to see her regressing in that sense, but it's totally normal and shouldn't pose an issue permanently as long as she remains in a safe environment where she isn't violated sexually. We're just meeting her where she's at, if that makes sense, and where she's at might go forward or backward for a while before we really start making linear progress. I know you know this already, but Willa is in many ways somewhat younger than five still, at least internally. And that's okay. We just have to let her exist at whatever developmental age she's at."

"And you think- you're sure it's okay? That I'm kind of, well- I don't know, kind of 'babying' her, as Tony would say?" I ask, wanting to be sure the doctor still approves of my controversial approach. Jenny smiles, allowing me to relax even more with relief.

"Yes, that's completely acceptable. Actually, it's probably very therapeutic for her system to be allowed to have those critical early childhood experiences that she was deprived of for so long. Whatever helps her feel safe and secure, even if it's meant for younger kids, is completely fine."

"Good," I nod, feeling slightly more sure about myself as a parent from all of Jenny's encouragement. "I'm sorry she wasn't up to working with you today," I apologize again, "I told her you were coming and asked her to do her best to be open and honest, but... I don't know. At the same time, I don't have much heart to push her."

"It's completely fine," Jenny reassures me once more, shaking her head at my persistent apologizing. "Therapy isn't ever something that should be forced upon a child. She'll talk when she's ready." Glancing down at her notepad, she offers, "I was wondering, though, if maybe the three of us could wrap up the session together? I believe Willa's still playing by herself in her room, and a lot of times children can be demonstrative of what they're thinking or feeling through the ways that they play. Maybe we could sit in with her for a little bit, if you don't mind?"

"I don't mind at all," I tell her, earning a smile as she rises to her feet.

"Alright, then," she says with a nod. "I'll let you lead the way."

Leading the woman back through the house, I stop just outside the child's half-open door, knocking a few times against the sturdy wood before pulling it the rest of the way open. Willa sits on the floor beside her bed, a few toys scattered around her as she holds a small wooden doll in her hands. Her big green eyes meet mine warily, and my heart sinks as she begins to tremble. "Hey sweetheart," I greet gently. For a moment, I remember that just a few days ago, she would beam every time I entered the room. Realizing that we're back to such a state of fear and uncertainty, a tinge of disappointment builds up inside of me. But then, I remember the doctor's words, and I'm able to remind myself that Willa's behavior is actually probably a good sign, in some weird way. "Things are starting to show themselves because it's safe for them to."

"Your daddy and I were wondering if we could sit and play with you for a little bit," the young lady's soothing voice overlaps her previous words running through my head. A look of skepticism forms on the little girl's face as she glances between the two of us, but thankfully after a few more moments, she nods. "Wonderful," Jenny says with a smile, and we enter in, both sitting a few feet back to give the child some space.

"What're you playing, Willa-bug?" I ask in a gentle tone, now able to get a better look at the toys she's taken out of her boxes. She has a bathtub and a sandbox from a dollhouse set, as well as Captain America and Ironman figurines, and the little brown-haired doll she's holding in her hand. The clothes are half torn off the doll, the hair messed and tangled. Big, frightened eyes look from the doll to me, and then back. "Who've you got there?"

"Willa," she says simply, holding up the doll that seems to represent herself. I nod.

"Is Willa getting dressed?" Jenny asks politely.

Swallowing hard, Willa shakes her head. "Off," she mumbles, removing the toy's purple dress and placing it on the floor. She then removes the doll's underwear as well, leaving it completely naked. Next, she reaches over and picks up the sandbox, opening up the cover. Almost urgently, she begins to dig, not stopping until she's created a little hole in the center. Then, she takes the Willa doll, placing it in the center of the hole. A lump forms in my throat as she buries the tiny pair of underpants with it, not paying any mind to the dress.

"Oh, you're... is Willa playing in the sand?" I ask, trying to understand the child's actions. Not giving a response, Willa simply continues with her scene, picking up the Ironman action figure and extending its arm. Clumsily, she begins using the plastic hand of the figurine to begin shuffling sand back over the doll that represents herself. "Willa, sweetie, what- what is Ironman doing?" I question carefully.

Once the wooden doll and her underwear have disappeared completely beneath the sand, Willa extends the other arm of the superhero's body, making them now both stick out straight. With a concerning amount of force, she begins jabbing the hands into the sand, uncomfortable sounds of plastic and wood colliding as the man apparently attacks the girl. Glancing over at Jenny, I see that her brow is furrowed in concentration. All I can hope is that she's understanding what Willa's actions mean, because to be completely honest, I have no idea what to make of any of it.

After several more moments of the violent motions, Willa finally stops, putting Ironman's arms back down and dropping him to the floor. Sifting through the sand, Willa pulls out the wooden doll, shaking her off slightly before finding her purple dress and redressing her. Turning back to the sandbox for a moment, she uses a single finger to re-bury the underpants, causing my brain to ache with questions and concerns. When satisfied with the way the piece of clothing is hidden, Willa picks up the bathtub, once again removing the doll's dress before placing her in the tub, coming to what seems to be a stopping point.

"Sweetheart?" I ask quietly, unable to even form my thoughts into a question.

"Can you tell us what you're doing, Willa?" Jenny fills in for me. "Willa's taking a bath now?" The little girl nods. "What about Daddy? He's with you when you take baths, right?" she continues, picking up Captain America off the floor and offering it to the child. To my surprise, Willa shakes her head, pushing the doll away. Jenny lets her. "No help from Daddy? Okay, that's okay, hun," the doctor says quickly, wanting to avoid upsetting the chidl.

"What was... what happened in the sandbox, honey?" I ask, not sure if I should be asking so many questions but ultimately too worried to refrain from doing so. Willa flinches slightly at my question, her bottom lip quivering as she gives me nothing but silence in return. "Okay, it's okay, sweetheart," I coo soothingly, not wanting to push the subject too hard, "that's okay, you don't have to tell us."

"How about you keep playing, sweetie," Jenny suggests, "it's okay. You said Willa was in the bath?" The small girl nods, looking back down at her toys before pulling the doll out of the tub, redressing her in her purple gown. Then, the child surprises both me and the doctor by repeating the same exact process all over again, starting with digging out the underpants in the sandbox, putting them back on the doll, and then completely undressing it.

My brow creases in perplexion as I watch Willa 'play,' her motions almost seeming like a routine or ritual that her body knows by heart. She repeats the entire scene once, then twice, and by the point in which she's buried herself a third time with her underwear, preparing the Ironman doll to perform his assault, I finally speak again, causing the child to pause. "Willa," I breathe, my heart pounding faintly in my ears. "What are you doing?"

Her wary gaze rises to meet mine and she blinks, her arm beginning to tremble as she clutches the action figure tightly.

"Could you explain it to us?" Jenny adds, her voice laced with concern. "What is Ironman doing to Willa?"

"Why is she buried with her underwear?" I ask, earning a glance of warning from the doctor. Sighing, I take a moment to breathe, not wanting to say anything I might regret. "What is- sweetheart," I murmur as I notice the poor thing's eyes filling with tears. "What is Tony doing to you?"

"Hurting me," she concedes, her voice barely loud enough to hear. Her big green eyes peer up at mine and beg for what she's too afraid to out loud: to not hurt her, myself, to not be angry with her for expressing her feelings with her toys.

"Okay, Willa-bug," I nod, not completely understanding but deciding that at the moment, I don't really need to. My biggest priority for now has to be showing Willa that she's safe and that she's not in trouble for what she's admitted. "What if- how about Daddy comes and helps you?" I offer hopefully, taking the Captain America figure from Jenny carefully and holding it up for the little girl to see. "How about Daddy comes and protects you?"

"N-no," Willa refuses, picking up her sandbox and holding it slightly closer to herself, almost in a protective manner.

"Why not, sweetheart? How about Daddy comes and- comes and makes Tony stop, stops him from hurting you," I try, reaching out with the figure and trying to place it in the sandbox with the other two characters. Unexpectedly, Willa jerks it away, bits of sand spilling out from the sides as a look of anger forms on the child's face, a look I've never seen before. "Willa, please-" I insist, extending a hand to take hold of the sandbox.

But to my complete surprise, instead of pulling back again or allowing me, Willa throws the entire thing at me, sand dumping all over my clothes as she snaps, "No. You don't. You didn't."

As the dust settles into my lap and I blink away the sand from my eyes, I'm met with the sight of Willa staring back at me, any indication of anger or frustration completely drained from her face. Her eyes are as wide as saucers as she gawks at me, as if she, herself, can't believe what she's done. And before I can say anything, before I can reassure her or even try to calm her fears, she's jolted up onto her feet, running right out of her bedroom door.

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shwetakithukai · 7 months ago

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College Proffesor Ne Randi Banaya

Mujhe humesha se mere psychology ke professor se chudna tha. Unko dekhte hi meri laad tapakne lagti thi, aur mujhe mauka mila. Humara class test tha aur mai jaan boojh kar fail hui thi, jis din result tha us din mai jaab boojh kar slutty kapde pehenkar gayi thi. Tight shirt aur tight jeans ke saath heels. Mere boobs aur meri gaand acche se nazar aa rahe the.

College ke ladke bhi mujhe hawas bhari nazron se dekh rahe the, jaise abhi mere kapde faad kar mujhe chod denge.

Par mera dhyaan to Sir ki taraf tha, mai wait hi kar rahi thi kab sir result batae aur mujhse aakar baat kare.

Sir ne checks mark sheets sabko di, aur akhir me mere paas akar bole “I’m disappointed Shweta, meet me in my cabin after college” aisa bolkar unhone mere hath par se hath fera.

Meri to saase tez ho gyi aur chut gili hone lagi.

College khatam hone ke baad mai sir ke cabin mai gayi, sab ja chuke the, sir akele kuchh papers check kar rahe the.

Unhone mujhe kursi par baithne ko kaha, aur uthke mere paas aane lage, meri saanse tez ho rahi thi.

Mere paas aakar mere face ko caress karte hue bolne lage, “Shweta, fail kaise ho gyi tum?” Mai kuchh bol nhi paa rahi thi, bas sharma rahi thi, aur bohot garam ho rahi thi.

Sir ne mera muh pakad kar apni taraf kiya aur jhuk kar mere karib aa gaye, “Ab fail hui hai to kuchh to karna padega na, kya karegi bata?”

Mai bas unki aakhon mein dekh kar nod kar rahi thi, wo dhhere dheere aur paas aaye mere hothon ke aur ruk gye, meri saase boho tez ho rahi thi, mera bohot man ho raha tha unko kiss karne ka par control kar rahi thi.

Sir ne mere baal pakade, mai poori geeli ho gyi thi tab tak, aur poochha “Kuchh bhi karegi Shweta? Mere liye?” Maine sir hilaya aur sir mujhe kiss karne lage.

Mai bhi kiss karne lagi, pagalon ki tarah

Sir meri shirt ke buttons kholne lage, mai rokne gyi to mere hath pakad liye, aur shirt kholdi meri aur bra ke ooper se boobs dabane lage

Mai siskariya bharne lagi, “Ahhhhh sirr, koi aa jaegaaa, please yaha nhi”

Sir ne mujhe khada karke ghumaya aur shirt poori utaar di, aur bra bhi utar kar peeche se pakad liya mujhe

Aur mere boobs dabate hue, gardan pe kiss aur bite karne lge.

“Koi nhi aayega, aaj tera test h akeli ka”; “Ahhhh okayy sirr sssss mmmmm” mai sikariya bhar rahi thi

Sir ka khada lund, meri gand pe feel ho raha tha, mai apne hath peeche le gyi aur pant ke upar se unka lund sehlane lagi, is se sir aur zor zor se mere boobs dabane lage aur nichodne lage, phir ek hath se meri jeans ka button kholne lage, mai unhe rok rahi thi, toh unhone ek ungli mere lips par rakhi, aur bole “shhh shhh Shweta”

Aur aisa kehkar dheere se ungli mere muh mai dalne lge, mai bhi dheere dheere choosne lagi

Mai bohot geeli ho rahi thi, au halke halke unke khada lund pe apne ass rub kar rahi thi

Phir sir ne meri jeans kholkar neeche kardi mere shoes tak, mai unke saamne sirf panty mai thi

Unhone panty ke upar se meri pussy par halke halke thappad mare, “ahhh sirrrrr, nhi koi aa jaega” mai unka hath rokne ki koshish kar rahi thi

Sir ne kaske pakad liya mujhe aur meri gardan kaat te hue panty ko side karke meri geeli pussy rub karne lage

“Ahhhhhhhh mmmmmmmmmmm mmmm hmmmmmmmmm” mai ekdam pagal ho rahi thi

Sir doore hath se mere boobs dabane lage, mai aur zyada geeli hoti jaa rahi thi, sir ne achanak ek ungli andar daal di, mai siskaariya lene lagi.

Phir sir ne meri panty neeche kar 2 ungliya daalkar fingering karne lage, mai aahe bhar rahi rhi, is se sir aur garam ho rahe the aur tezi se fingering kar rahe the, mai usi mai 1 baar chhoot gyi.

Mere pair thode thode kaanp rahe the,

Sir ne ungliya meri geeli chut se bahar nikali aur mere muh mai daali mai choosne lagi tab tak mere boobs acche se daba rahe the, phir mujhe ghuma kar kiss karne lage, mmmmmmmm

Aur mujhe ghuno pe bitha diya, unka khada lund pant mai saaf dikh raha tha, unhone apni pant kholkar apna bada sa lund bahar nikala, maine turrant hath mai le liya, aur unki taraf dekhte hue neeche se upar chaatne lagi, wo mere baal sambhaal rahe the. Phir maine unka lund muh mai lekar choosna shuru kiya, wo mere boobs daba rahe the, phir unhone mere baal thodo peeche kheeche aur poora lund muh mai andar bahar karne lage, “ahhhhhhhh shwetttaaaaaaaa ahhhhhh” dheere dheere tezi badhane lage aur acche se deep throat karne lage.

Thodi der tak mera muh acche se chodne ke baad unhone lund mere muh nikala, aur mujhe mujhe wahi zameen par jhuka kar spank kiya, “ahhhhhhhhhh mmmmmmmmmmm uhhhhhhhhh” mujhse raha nhi jaa raha tha.

“Ahhh Shweta!! Kya geeli chut hai teri ufff” Meri chut par halke halke thappad lagate hue bole.

Mai siskariya leti jaa rahi thi, is intezaar mai ki kab uska lund meri chut maarega.

Tabhi unhone apne lund ka top meri chut par ragadna shuru kiya

Mai pagal hoti jaa rahi thi, achanak unhone aadha lund meri chut mai dhakel diya, meri cheekh nikal gyi, “Ahhhhhhhhh” sir ne turrant mera muh band kiya aur kaan mai bole, “Itni tight chut h, bohot cheekhe niklegi teri lagta h” Ye bol kar ek jhatke mai poora lund andar daal diya, mai chilla rahi thi, par sir ke haath se meri awaz daba rahe thi

Unhone dheere dheere age peeche karna shuru kiya, jaise hi unhe samajh aaya mai thoda relax ho gyi hu, unhone ekdam se zor zor se jhatke maarna shuru kar diya mai pagal hoti jaa rahi thi, “ahhhhhh ahhh ahhhh ahmmmm ahmmm muhhhh uhhhhh fuckkk kahhhh ohhhhh mmmmmmmmmmmm fuckkk fuckkkkkk” wo jaise jaise jhatke maarte meri siskaariya aur tez hoti jaati. Sir mere baal kheechkar mujhe chodne lage, mai jhad rahi thi aur sir mujhe zor zor se chod rahe the.

Phir sir ruke, aur dheere se apna lund meri chut se nikala, mere pair kaamp rahhe the aur mai siskaariya le rahi thi. Mere boobs dabake mujhe khada kiya aur table par jhuka kar spank kiya. Peecche se meri gardan pakdi aur apna lund meri chut mai daalkar chodna shuru kar diya, zor zor se jhatke marne lage, mai zor zor se moan kar rahi thi. “Ahhh hhhh hh ammmmmm ummmmmm siirrrrrr fuckk ahhhhhh ahhhhh ahhhhh mmmmmm fuckkk fuckkk fuckkkkkkk uhhhhhhhhhh ahhhh”

Kaafi der aise chodne ke baad sir ne mujhe ghutno par bithake lund muh mai daal diya aur apna saara maal mere muh mai nikaal diya “Ahhhhhhh Shwetaaaaaaaa ufffffff kyaa kamaalll ki randi hai tuuu”

Mai saara maal nighal gyi aur sharmate hue kapde pehen ne lagi, sir mujhe kass ke pakad liyaa “Kal tujhe college ke baad ghar le chalta hu, chalegi?”

Mai sharma kar sir hila kar waha se chali aayi.

Us din ke baad sir ne mujhe bohot choda, kabhi hotel le jaa kar, kabhi uske ghar, kabhi car mai door kahi le jaakar. Mujhe bhi sir ke lund ka addiction ho gaya tha, kayi baar unhone mujhe raat bhar choda.

#sexstory #professor #hardsex

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