Steve didn't care if his wife was now calling him every name under the sun as he dragged her out and back to the house, throwing her into the bedroom before slamming the door.
"You even dare..." He warned as she looked around for something to throw at him. Unfortunately, her back connected hard with the wall as he pushed her up against it and wrapped his hand around her neck, his other arm keeping her pinned to the spot. "You should've done as you were told Tessie".
Her eyes went to his, piercing them with the frosty look she now sported. "Go on...why don't you just grip a little tighter". She challenged, "Men have beaten me before, it only made me stronger".
His hand tightened more around her neck as she began to claw at him. "You don't get to disobey me in front of anyone in this town, you hear? You may be used to doing your own shit like going to the saloon? But here? You don't set foot in there. You do as I say, when I say - clear?" The choke she let out was enough for him and he released her, his wife now moving away to get her breath back.
"I was right about you". She spluttered as he went to make his way out. "You're no better than the rest of 'em - in fact? You're worse".
"Good. Maybe now you'll learn your place - when I get back, I'll deal with you more, but you so much as set foot outside this house again tonight then I'll know about it". He grunted and stormed out back to the saloon.
Steve returned a few hours later, pockets a little heavier from where he'd won against a bet with Sam and a belly full of beer. He could hold his drink more so than his friends; however, he wasn't expecting the greeting that his wife was about to give him.
Coming into the darkened bedroom, he saw that she wasn't in bed, where she should be and cursed to himself that she'd most likely gone out against his wishes. Then, before he could react, he was pushed back onto the bed, Tess pinning him down and holding her hunting knife to his throat.
"Honey, I'm so glad you're home". The cool metal pressed against his skin more as she sarcastically welcomed him back.
"What the fuck are you playing at Tessie".
"Don't you 'Tessie' me you bastard". She hissed and held him down.
She was quite strong considering she was slim and a little scrawny looking - but looks could be deceiving and with Tess they most certainly were. "You want me to know my place? Then I'll show you my fucking place, husband". She threatened, running the blade across his collarbone and now with a quick swipe, cut his shirt open to reveal his chest. "I don't like it when my men try and control me in the one room where I like to be the one calling the shots".
Steve smirked. "That so?"
"Are you laughing at me Rogers?"
"What would you do if I said yes?"
He was met with the tip of the knife poking gently onto him. "I know exactly where to hit; you'd be dead before you could even try to stop me". Tess stared down at him and with the knife still held to him, she began to undo his pants. His hands reached out to touch her, but she smacked them away. "I call the shots".
"Shots already fired".
"Something's gonna be if you finally shut up and let me do what I do best".
Steve looked up at her. "And what's that?"
Tess now looked a little offended. "Clearly you ain't heard about what my mouth can do".
"No, but with the shit that comes outta it then I'm not expecting much".
"You're gonna be eating your words Rogers, maybe even something else at this rate, but we'll see, so shut your mouth before I make you stop breathing".
Where Steve's threats would fall upon deaf ears with her, her own did exactly the same with him. Sure, she was strong, but he was stronger - however where something told him to simply chuck her underneath him, another part told him to see just how good she was with her mouth other than just talking or threatening him.
By now she'd taken him between her lips, tongue teasing the tip of his cock before she took more of him into her mouth.
Fuck.
He looked down and caught her eyes now looking up to him before they went back down to the task currently being undertaken. She'd now withdrawn the knife from where she'd pressed it against him and had her other hand wrapped around the rest of him that she couldn't take, pumping at him. He let out a slight grunt and one hand slid through her hair around the back of her head, gently pushing it further down while her head began to bob.
"Shit Tessie..." He breathed, only to be met with some muffled laughter from where her mouth was full of him.
He began pushing her head down further as she moved quickly, sucking, licking, teasing. He could feel himself building up whilst her mouth worked on him, until finally he released into her. Hearing a small 'mmmm' as she swallowed every bit he had to give, she then looked up, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
"Tess..." He began
"I ain't done yet". She snapped, now pulling off her clothes and working to rid him of the ones he had left on, then crawling over him and teasing the tip of his cock against her clit, running it up and down between her folds. "I told you..."
"You call the shots" He droned, "Fine, you've made your point".
She snorted. "Oh sweetie we're only just getting started, or don't you have the stamina?"
Now that hit a nerve.
"You know I have the fucking stamina" He argued gruffly.
"Just checking...wouldn't want you falling asleep on the job now, would we?"
"Tess..." He warned. "You've made your fucking point".
"So apologise to your wife and fuck her, you insufferable bastard".
He noted the knife still in her hand and swiped it from her, sending it across the room and then pinning her underneath him. "You want me to apologise?" He jested looking down at her whilst keeping her arms pinned firmly above her head. "I don't do 'sorry' Tessie, and I'm not sorry for what I'm about to do next".
As she stared up at him, her lips turned up into a knowing smirk. "You want my ass or my pussy first?"
It was a truce. Only in the bedroom could they probably see eye to eye, but Steve wasn't about to complain, even if his wife was a complete bitch, she knew exactly how to play him, just as he did so with her.
Now very slowly his baritone voice was the only thing that filled both the silence and the darkness currently present in the room
"Get on your hands and knees, wife".
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Tess (A Dark!SteveRogers AU)
Fanfiction"You can't seriously expect me to marry that man - he's just as bad as the rest of 'em, some say worse." "Well then you'll have no trouble taming him then". It's 1883 Tess Rumlow hails from a notorious gang feared by all throughout the old west. R...
