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kechiwrites · 6 months

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dark!steve rogers x neighbour!reader

kinktober countdown: day two (facefucking).

synopsis: your neighbour is inappropriate, and you aren’t quite sure how to broach the subject.

wc: 2.2k

cw: dark content, non con, oral (male receiving), femme language + afab!reader, pet names, internal victim blaming, pet names (sweetheart), a touch of misogyny

author’s note: day 2 brings us more dark!steve, i fear i may be incapable of writing him sincerely. he’s just a little too perfect. I like to take off a bit of the shine. thank you @katsukikitten u r my muse.

Your neighbour is inappropriate, and you aren’t quite sure how to broach the subject. Mostly because you can’t be sure if he’s doing it on purpose or if he’s just overly friendly. Maybe it’s the signals you give off, bringing a plate of thick, sweet, cheesecake brownies over to the recently sold house next door, hoping to make a new connection. Suburbia can be isolating, and with all of your friends shaking ass in the city, you need to branch out. It really isn’t the kind of home you figured a single man like Steven Grant Rogers would buy, but then again, you lived in your suburban palace alone, willed to you by your late grandmother and only in need of a few renovations.

He’d been so bright, when you first met him, with a perfect white smile and twinkling blue eyes. He’d been happy to accept the desserts, even happier to return the plate a day later, extolling the praise he and his poker buddies lauded on you over the taste. You’d shrugged it off, “The least I could do for a neighbour. I’m just glad you all liked them.”

Secretly though, the compliments had thrilled you, especially once you’d gotten a glimpse at the aforementioned “poker buddies”, the whole lot of them, handsome, built, big. All too happy to fix leaky pipes and paint fences in exchange for chocolate cream pie or a dish of homemade lasagna. But Steven - “Steve, please” - was your most loyal customer, always lending a hand, pausing during his early morning jog to check up on you while you watered your flower beds, asking how your book is going, what you do in that “big old house all by yourself” when you aren’t working on “the next great American novel”, of course (his words, not yours).

It’s fine at first, a little disarming to be at the centre of his white hot attention, burning your flesh like he had you under a magnifying glass on a perfect sunny day. But eventually it’s not fine, eventually Steve Rogers takes more and more steps over the property line of overly friendly and into the front yard of wildly overbearing. Eventually, Mr. Rogers insists on weekly visits, popping into your house by using the spare key under the mat he shouldn’t even know about. Slinging his muscled arm over you during the neighbourhood block party, and your neighbour’s son’s 5th birthday party, and the Fourth of July barbeque. He fixes your car without you asking, brings in your groceries when he sees you unloading them in your driveway, brings your mail to you during his daily jog. It’s helpful sometimes, yes, but it’s also suffocating. And you were going to set him straight. You were! But it’s hard, hard to stare into the face of a suburban god, the literal king of the neighbourhood and tell him no. It’s hard to tell him that he’s making you uncomfortable, that you’d like for him to stop being so goddamn friendly all the time.

So maybe a little of it is your fault. Maybe you should’ve been clearer on your boundaries. Maybe, when handsome, strapping Mr. Rogers came to your front door to ask you to essentially cater one of his poker nights, you shouldn’t have stayed to serve the food, playing happy little housewife in front of Steve’s friends, bringing them cold beers from the fridge and sitting next to Steve, playfully making faces at his hand, then plating up dessert when he asked you to. But it felt good to have his attention. His favour. So when “the boys” start to head home, laying praise and amazement at your feet, you’re sufficiently buttered up for Steve to ask yet another favour of you. It’s not much, of course. Just a little help with cleanup. Then he’ll escort you home himself. After all, there are some real sickos out there.

So you agree. What’s the harm, right?

The harm, it just so happens, comes quickly after you finish drying the dishes Steve washes. You slide the last plate, towel dried as best you could, into his cabinets, sighing in contentment at a job well done. The harm is when Steve turns you around and presses you against the sink, water soaking into the back of your blouse, making the fabric cling to your skin. You stay there for a minute, not processing what’s happening, ready to laugh off another inappropriate joke from Steve.

You don’t really get the chance.

Two heavy hands clap down on your shoulders, exerting pressure on you until you crumple to the floor, knees hitting the tile of Steve's kitchen painfully. You yelp, struggling against him, pressing, then beating your fist against his tree trunk legs.

"Stev-" you choke on his name when your neighbour unzips his trousers before you, undoes the fly of the pair you helped him pick out, with him bent over your shoulder while you held his phone, his front pressed close to your back. Pulls his half hard dick out of pants starched and pressed with the iron he'd borrowed from you because his was "on the fritz" again.

"Open up." He cajoles, and you pin him with an incredulous, confused stare. No. No. This is all wrong. He doesn’t act like that. Steve Rogers isn’t like that.

The hand he doesn't use to stroke himself grabs your jaw, squeezing until you open your mouth, squeezing til it hurts. A sharp, purposeful punch of his hips is all it takes for him to make use of the opening. All it takes to put every little joke, boundary crossing, and stray touch into startling, horrifying perspective.

“It was the baking.” He whispers above you. “Peggy never baked, which was fine.” He sighs above you like he isn’t pistoning his cock deep into your throat with reckless abandon. “But I missed it, y’know? And you, you bake how angels ought to, sweetheart.”

Tears stream down your face while Steve uses you, dragging your dazed, crying face back and forth on his hard-on. On a particularly strong thrust, he broaches your throat. Your eyes roll up, until he can barely see the perimeter of your irises, and you warble out a miserable moan, begging, all while wrapped around his dick, for a reprieve. Your head is pinned to the counter behind you, and even though you shove against the muscle of his thighs, Steve brooks no quarter.

“Just take it,” he coos, like he wants you to swallow cough syrup, “it’ll be over soon.” his breath stutters when your lips brush against his balls. Steve moves one of his hands to cup the back of your head, keeping you as close as possible when he comes down your throat, groaning in pleasure while you struggle to swallow stream after bitter stream of his seed, lest you choke on it or fucking drown.

He finally releases you, and you pull back so fast you bang the back of your head on his pristine white counters. The pain radiates through your scalp, grounding you in the moment, cementing you to the spotless linoleum floor of Steve Rogers’ kitchen. You’re both panting, eager to fill your lungs with gulps of air.

“Whew.” He sighs, hands on his hips, like that took a lot out of him. “I didn’t mean to get so rough with you, just didn’t expect the struggle.” He chuckles, patting you on the head. “But you settled down quick, didn’t ya?” His tone takes on…contentment? Happiness?

No. That’s not quite right.

It’s pride. Steve is looking down at you, your spit and cum slick mouth, the weepy, watery state of your eyes, and the disarray of the hair he’d used as a handle, with pride.

Your stomach roils.

He bends low and you flinch away from him, smacking your head on the countertop again. He cocks his head at the involuntary movement, and smiles at you. A familiar, warm thing. One that made your heart flutter with pleasure, beat fast with your own surge of pride when he accepted a pie, or offered a compliment. Now it does the same, your heart speeds up, your palms itch curiously, and your brain doesn’t know if you’re happy or sad. Doesn’t know if it craves those smiles anymore.

“Just wanna set you on your feet. C’mon.” He speaks quietly, like he’s soothing a frightened animal, and hooks his hand under your armpits, heaving you up with the same startling strength he'd used to face fuck the fight out of you.

“It’s okay.” You bleat, voice as wobbly and unstable as the pair of legs struggling to keep you upright. And it’s not, it’s far from okay, the taste of him lingers in the back of your throat and if you think about it for even a second more you’ll throw up all over his shiny floors, on those godforsaken pants.

“I admit,” he laughs, ducks his head with that small town charm he does so well, “I wanted to last longer. But you were too good.” He winks at you, like you share a secret. Like you’re in league with each other.

He staring, waiting for you to say something, arches a brow like it’s your line and you’re fucking up the show.

But there it is again, that smile, sunny and open, and so pristine.

“Let’s get you home.” He herds you towards his front door, hand glued to the small of your back, his pinky finger stroking the skin exposed by the riding up of your still wet shirt. The two of you walk into the balmy summer air, and the spaces in between the black night, punctuated with the occasional white streetlight, designate your path home. Some of your neighbours’ houses are still illuminated, their warm yellow windows denoting the presence of life. You wonder what goes on behind their doors, you wonder if someone is having a good night somewhere close to you.

You come across your door faster than you were prepared for, the cheery yellow paint job Steve and James had done for caramel apple pie, mocks you. The way he’d smiled in your face, touched you, laughed. Steve shifts next to you, holding onto your extensive tower of pyrex and tupperware, for an instant your blood runs cold at the prospect of Steve inviting himself in, like he’s done so many times before. Not to bring in groceries or put together a dresser, but to pin you prone to the carpet of your bedroom and smile at you.

“So!” He turns, “Same time next week?” You gawk at him, and when you don’t say or do anything, he stoops and slides your extra keys out from under your Garfield emblazoned doormat. The jingle of two, simple metal keys against the little bell shaped key-chain makes your head pound, your blood boil. He unlocks the door, and gestures for you to take a step indoors. You raise both hands, palms upturned so he can give the keys back, so you can hide them, or melt them, or flush them down the toilet. Instead, you get to watch him slip the key-ring into his pocket, before he places your dishes into your uplifted open palms. “I gotta say, the lemon bars were a hit.” He tweaks your nose between his thumb and forefinger, his compliment tempered by the greedy shine in his eyes. You nearly scratch your own eyes out when you get that pleased, soft tingle in your chest.

He smiles and you salivate. He compliments you and your heart responds. He’s proud and your brain tells you ‘I’m happy’.

Why hasn’t it gone away? Will it ever go away?

“Maybe those brownies again, the cream cheese ones?” His voice is hopeful, soft and pliant, like he’s worried you’ll say ‘no’.

Like there’s a world where he’d take no for an answer.

You nod, a jerky, quick gesture that rattles your brain around in your skull. “Sure. Yeah.” You answer, sweaty hands slipping against tempered glass and plastic lids. “Yes. Brownies.” Steve beams, clapping his hands together, once, loud, drawing your eyes to the brutish width of them.

“Fantastic. I can’t wait.” He jogs down your front steps, and the fist secured around your lungs loosens with every step he takes away from you. He pauses at the side walk, one foot still on your property, the other poised to leave it.

“We make a great team. Don’t we?” He turns to you, and this time, he isn’t smiling. This time, his eyes cut through the night and the streetlight and the foggy haze of misfortune clouding your brain.

And the fear finally comes.

You kick your door closed, and you lock your door, and you drop your pyrex and tupperwear and serving spoons in the sink and you lock your windows and you get into bed, still dressed for a poker night you had no business being at, and you pull the covers up and up and over your face.

But the fear doesn’t go away.

And neither will your neighbour.

god i want him so bad. tomorrow, captain soap.

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steves-sub · 11 months

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Prologue

Summary: Steve comes up with an idea

Warning(s): Dark!Team Cap (Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Wanda Maximoff, Natasha Romanoff), MINOR DNI, Drinking, Implied non-con, and kidnapping.

WC: 312 (I promise these will be longer)

Taglist; @marvel-fandom23

Since the events in Germany, Steve Rogers has been hiding out in the cabin with Sam Wilson, Bucky Barnes, Natasha Romanoff, and Wanda Maximoff. On the run from the law, they only had each other to rely on. Since then, nothing has happened with his sexual life. Due to the fact that everyone there was a Dom, he couldn't turn to his teammates for assistance. So while sitting with the rest of the team outside, Steve decided to propose an idea.

"So, I've been thinking recently," he said to the group of people around him. “Anyone else been extremely horny?” He questioned as he took a sip of his beer. In response, Bucky offered a chuckle, "If you are proposing what I think you are, I’m out.” Sam agreed, "No way." Steve realized his mistake and stopped them. "Oh no, not like that.”

“So what are you thinking then, Captain?” Natasha asked as she crossed her legs. “Look, we've been stuck in the cabin for a while. It doesn't seem like we're getting out anytime soon. So," he paused, "how about bringing someone in to help us?" Wanda looked at him with a questioning face, “Like a stripper?” He laughed at her answer with a smirk. “I was thinking of a more permanent solution.”

Suddenly, the only sound they heard was the cackling of the fire they sat around. Steve knew this was a big proposition. Bucky was the first to speak. “If we do it, how do we go about it?” He spoke as he twisted the top off the beer with his metal arm. “We can figure that out together, but I think that we all need to meet the person before we take them,” Steve responded. “Sounds like you already have someone in mind,” Natasha smirked.

Steve let out an exhale, “I got the perfect little sunflower for us.”

PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF YOU HAVE ANY IDEAS FOR THIS SERIES!! Would love input

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stuckymonkey · 7 months

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Kinktober Day 7: Forced Orgasm

dark!steve rogers x reader

word count - not a lot of k

a/n - i was not in the mood while writing this, so i'm sorry if it shows! it's also pretty short because this week/weekend has been a little hectic!

i hope i wrote this right! feedback is always appreciated!

warnings - use of y/n, kind of noncon (reader uses safeword but steve doesn't stop), filth, absolute filth,

READ AT YOUR OWN RISK AND NEVER IGNORE TRIGGER WARNINGS

Y/n was a very giving person. It was engraved into her sunshine-y nature to be generous and selfless, often times putting her own happiness (and pleasure) on the backburner.

This is why Steve was pounding into her from behind on their kitchen counter, absolutely railing her.

"You need this, Y/n, let me make you feel good," His beard tickled the back of your neck as her thrusted into your pussy.

Your hips were banging on the counter at a bruising pace, your boobs bouncing with each of his thrusts.

"Ahhh!" Steve's tattooed fingers came down to expertly rub at your clit. The pace he set was the polar opposite to the lightning fast snap of his hips. His fingers instead rubbed slowly and sensually, making your core burn.

If this wasn't your fourth orgasm of the night, you definitely wouldn't be so sensitive, but this was number four for crying out loud! Every touch of his fingers, lips and cock had you burning hotter and hotter as it took less and less time to push you over the edge.

To say you were overstimulated was an understatement, your cunt and inner thighs had gone numb about half way into your third orgasm, your clit puffy from all of Steve's generous attention.

Even though you were being pushed past your limits, you trusted Steve and knew that he would do what was best for you.

You squealed as his cock brushed against your g-spot at the same time his fingers pressed on your overused clit, causing your walls to spasm around his length. "Ah, Fuck," he moaned, nibbling at the skin between your shoulder and jaw.

"One more love, you can take it," He said. Steve had briefly stopped thrusting and pulled out, once again stopping his orgasm. Four times he had done that, making sure that tonight was all about his princess.

Unlike the last four rounds, Steve didn't make you change positions. He re entered you, making you scream in pleasure and pain. "Steve, no, please, I can't," You sobbed, fingers white from gripping the counter so hard.

"You can do it baby," He encouraged, slowly starting to move. You wailed out, begging him to stop. He slapped you cheek, "Shut up," He snarled before regaining his brutal pace. You screamed again, begging louder for him to pull out. He shushed you and kept fucking into you like you were his little toy.

Steve ruined you, fucking you so hard your toes lifted off the floor. His fingers found your mouth, shoving them down your throat to shut you up after you had started screaming your safeword. "Such a good little cumdump," He praised, twisting your nipples before moving back down to your clit.

He fell forward, your face hitting the counter top. "Be good princess, let me fill you up. I know you want it, slut,"

Whines and moans accompanied the sound of wet skin hitting wet skin, your thighs and ass cheeks coated in your own cum.

Soon Steve's thrusts got sloppy, and he started rubbing you harder, trying to get you to cum before he did. "Steve, RED, NO, PLEASE!" You begged, right before your blinding orgasm overtook, wrenching a blood curdling scream from you.

Steve's hips stuttered as he emptied himself into your cunt, letting himself ride through his orgasm, his now empty balls hitting your ass.

You sobbed as he pulled out, deep in a subspace. "Good girl," He cooed, turning you around and brushing hair from your face. "Aren't you glad I pushed you, doll?" You slowly nodded. "Yeah, that's right. I always know what you need."

😶😳this was filthy and dirty and...just wow.

I honestly didn't know i could write this kind of thing....i hope you enjoyed some dark!steve this saturday night🥵

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dungeonpuppykai · 11 months

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|| Back To Him ||

Description: He was flawed, but so was she.

Pairing: Dark!Enhanced Witch Hunter!Steve Rogers | Dark Witch!Female Reader.

Disclaimer: I (unfortunately) do not own Steve Rogers. This story contains dark and mature content so browse at your own discretion, please. Minors do not interact.

Warning(s): Dub-con just to be safe, stockholm syndrome, possessive!Steve (if you squint idk it's 3am), mentions of blood and death (not reader), degradation, angst, broken!reader, no mentions of body type or ethnicity but Steve is bigger, age gap (Steve is older), dumbification, slapping, panty sniffing, p in v, unprotected sex, hair pulling, back scratching, squirting.

Note: More unedited than my life. Basically monster reader getting fucked by captor Steve. I needed to get this out in one go or I would never have finished it. So here's to doing this instead of studying for my upcoming exam! English isn't my first language. Feedback is much appreciated 🩷

MASTERLIST

Steve felt a slight burn in his lungs as he willed his legs to push harder, feet thundering against the withered leaves littering his path to his destination; her. He hated how slow everything turned each time this happened. His body screamed for him to stop, heart fighting against it's cage, cold droplets of sweat trickling down his forehead. But he didn't stop. He refused to stop. Instead, the witch hunger blinked his eyes, ignoring his physical turmoil that was the consequence of his unprepared marathon, focusing on his path, the only chant in his mind being the place a fellow witch hunter had informed him of being the victim to her unbiased wrath.

Hold on, Doll. Just hold on. Despite being enhanced by the potions of the very creatures he hunted and torched, his body struggled to battle against his will to make him stop. But Steve didn't.

He couldn't.

. . .

"Please, please, please, Miss! I just had a child!" The man in front of her begged, holding his hands in a prayer-like way as he shook on his knees in terror, bowing his head as tears rained down his face. "Please, please…"

She smiled, her silver irises contrasting against her otherwise coal hued eyes. The man clenched his jaw to find some control for his shaking when her floating body lowered itself to come closer to him. Not so much that her feet touched the ground, no. Just enough to come in close proximity with his kneeling form.

A chill ran down his spine when she bent forward and took a long and rough sniff. "Hmmm~" her voice was dark, deep and gravelly. "You need not worry. I will honour you by eating her heart out and quenching my thirst with her sweet blood~" Y/n cackled as the man broke out into sobs, shaking his head profusely as he incoherently begged out pleads but to no avail.

The chaos of flame, smoke, blood and bone around them was a personal fun fair to the overpowered witch ironically victim to her own strengths as she rose back up in the air, twirling in it as people shrieked and cried, running around them.

"Hm~" Y/n hummed after a while of enjoying the sounds, her blissful expression morphing into one of boredom as she curled her lips outwards. "Boooooring~" a quick dismissive motion of her hands was followed by everyone around her flying around her into thin slices of blood and flesh with so much force that they sprayed all over her, accompanying their kind on her skin.

The young witch walked on the air, hands wrapped behind her back as she hummed like a little girl playing with her friends, searching for survivors as she grinned in delight, her canine/like teeth gleaming like pearls in the sun.

"There you are!" Y/n clapped her hands in delight when she found a group of people hiding in a ditch. "I could smell your fear from miiiiiiles away~!" She chirped like it was nothing but a harmless game of hide and seek among friends. "Now," tilting her head to the side, she smiled as one of her hands raised in the air. "The fun part-" her words came to an abrupt stop as she felt something grip one of her feet, pulling her downwards.

"Hm?" The witch snapped her head in the direction of the mysterious force, eyebrows furrowing in confusion when she saw a blonde man almost twice her size calmly pulling her towards him on the ground, hand on her calf now. I know him. "But from where?" She wondered aloud, both the inherited and self acquired powers bubbling inside her like molten lava.

"Come on now, doll." His voice was as deep as hers, no trace of the fear she loved so much present in his bright blue eyes. So human. "Come back to me" Y/n suddenly forgot her basic instinct to slash first ponder later. "That's it, that's a good doll." Steve's coaxing was ironic to say the least. For she looked nothing like the name he called her.

Must not hurt him.

The witch didn't know why, but the same thing played over and over in her foggy head like a mantra. Must not do anything to him. It wasn't like it would be fun anyways.

Because he was not begging. He was not scared. Not even close.

Steve clicked his tongue once he had finally eased her on the ground in front of him slowly and carefully. "Look at yourself, bunny. You are not allowed to go out to play alone, remember?" He knew she didn't. Not yet. Not in this state. But this was the way. The trick. It was a sequence he had perfected over the years since he first caught her during one of her rampages.

Y/n had looked so beautiful in her rotten glory. So radiant under the silver moon of that night, her hair swaying along the cool winter breeze, skin decorated by the raining snow as she slow danced by herself in the air amidst the havoc that she had caused by flooding the village with blood that night. Oh, how beautifully the red on her skin had contrasted the snowflakes clinging to her. The young witch was basking in the chaos and smiling to herself as she chewed on a piece of flesh, humming that sweet melody he had loved from that night on. One that came with a price everytime. One that he had to suppress in order to protect the universe around them. Each time he would have to choke his own hummingbird dead to silence to rescue the universe from the brute wrath it accompanied.

But it rose from the ashes like a phoenix. Every single time.

"Pretty eyes" was Y/n's only resolve after she tried to find strength within herself to do something but felt herself paralyzed under his soft gaze that she knew was everything but. A giggle escaped her as her index finger reached out for his eyebrow, another one accompanying the first one when he lightly smiled in response to the girl tracing his features out with the claws she had for hands. "Nice man?" She wondered aloud, voice suddenly childish. Vulnerable.

Exactly how he had moulded her for himself all those years dating back to the night he had caught her along his hunting party.

"Now I have to kill all these people because of you, doll." Small cries arose from the group that had been watching the scene unfolding in front of them in horror.

No one could ever find out that the great Steve Rogers could, indeed, not completely control the occasional power outbursts of the witch he had for a house pet. Where her lack of experience and training with the powers she had been blessed with by birth as well as the ones she had developed by doing small spells and tricks would overcome her conscious, blinding her humanity as the smell of fear, melodies of pained screams and thundering of strained hearts replace every other thought.

And that was why she needed her owner, the witch hunter, both her captor and savior, Steve, to bring her back to him every time it happened. To remind her of all that mattered. All that was worth killing the dark sorceress every time she mustered enough energy to attempt a take over.

It had been easier said than done. But he had centuries to perfect her for himself. What was lifetimes to many around them were mere moments to the two. The world was theirs if they wanted it. Y/n as the brainless executionist while Steve held her leash. But they only took what they wanted, leaving the world to its own devices for the sake of amusement as the hunter made it a point to keep their true identities unknown except to those in his order.

"I can do that for you~" Y/n giggled as she waved her hand in the air and silenced the people trapped in the ditch. She could not exactly recognize him. But she knew not to hurt him. Her power drunk mind did not even go there. Instead she poked at him in curiousity, narrowing her eyes at him before licking her lips as she tried to make sense of her thoughts. Something impossible for her in this state.

Years of conditioning can do that even to the most powerful of witches at their most supreme. Especially young and impressionable ones.

"Dumb bunny" Steve clicked his tongue again as he suddenly pushed at the girl's chest, earning a gasp even in her horrifyingly elevated state. She fell on her ass against the crunchy leaves with a thud. Must not use powers against him. She wanted to scream and ask why. But instead, Y/n maintained her position on the ground, letting him kick her legs apart as he slowly lowered himself on his knees between them.

"You fuck me?" The girl barely form coherent sentences against him, monstrous eyes blinking up at him like those of an innocent doe, dumbly tilting her head to the side as her upper body rested against her elbows.

"Dumb bunnies like yourself need to be fucked back into the pathetic little places, remember?" Steve was calm as he spoke to her in a mentor-like voice, undoing his pants before curling the bottom side of her panties that she wore under her blood stained sundress between his fingers before ripping them off.

"I am dumb bunny?" Y/n's gravel-like voice was in stark contrast to her tone.

"One that gets wet every time she slaughters a village, apparently" Steve sniffed the torn fabrics in his hand before he put them aside, gripping the witch's thighs before pulling her closer. She blushed under the blood covering her face, biting her lip as she stared at him through 'shy' eyes. "You're lucky you have me, you know?" Aligning himself against her trained entrance, the man controlled the waver that threatened to take over her voice.

The trick was to appear stronger than her. Unaffected and better. As if she was nothing if not for his mercy.

Exactly like he had taught her.

To the point where his 'teachings' eventually started to bleed into her hazed mind during these occurrences.

The young witch hadn't always been this compliant.

"Because no one else would ever love an abomination like you" were the words that acommaonied his first thrust into her tight but welcoming walls of flesh. "Tsk, you're so pathetic. Going around hurting people like a mad hound." His words were harsh and condescending as he worked his hips, pushing her dress up to reveal her breasts that had bruises of his passion littering them. "You disgust me as you would anyone" Steve's words were brutal. They always had been.

But they were exactly what Y/n needed.

What had sheltered her away from a pyre for this long.

The thick intrusion in the witch's pussy was too much for her to form any words. Not even incoherent ones. Her elbows had given out and she was writhing against the ground now, moaning in pleasure as her claws gripped fistfuls of the dead leaves underneath her, back arched. Steve felt an icy shudder run down the back of his thighs. She was gorgeous in her nudity, glowing under the sun despite being covered in particles of flesh and blood.

"Yet I am so kind. Showing you the benevolence you do not deserve by still giving you shelter, asylum and food" and poison your senses with the craftings of my personal witch. "And what do you do, huh- look at me!" The hunter's voice raised a few octaves as he gripped her jaw to position her face to look at his, slapping her cheek to get her to open her eyes that she had shut in pleasure. "You try to run away from me like an ungrateful bitch?!" Steve pinched her nipples roughly before swatting one of her breasts with the back of his hand, pairing it with a proper slap when his hand boomeranged back.

"More, more, more~" she hissed out in an animalistic way, the silver in her eyes shining brighter as the black around them seemed to get even darker. "More, more, more- so good~!"

The man chuckled, shaking his head at the slut he had made out of her. If the girl whom he had trapped all those years ago were to see this right now, she would not believe it. It was how stubborn and egoistic she had been that made the sight before him even better, the knowledge that he had managed to make a puppet out of what had been predicted as the end of the world made him go faster, the skin atop his spine covered in droplets of cold sweat.

"Say please" Steve growled, taking his cock almost all the way out before slamming it back in, toying with one of her tits as the other held her head in place by her hair. She seemed to be drunk on the pleasure, dark and silver eyes dazed as her red mouth let out lazy and broken words that drowned in her own moans. "Tell me how much you want it and I might consider" a small whine left her when he slowed his hips down for emphasis, enjoying the warmth of her pussy as he waited for her to comply.

"Give me" he wasn't surprised. The man knew he had not broken her down completely yet.

"Not when you demand like that, doll." A protestant sniff left her nose as she narrowed her eyes down at him.

"Give. Now!" The hunter slowed his hips down even even more.

"Not with that attitude, I won't." Steve went to pull away. "Tsk, some things are just shameless. Demanding and bratty like they have any rights" he could barely finish his sentence before she jumped up on him, straddling his thighs as a loud moan escaped her due to his cock that was barely in at this point suddenly pushing all the way back inside her as the tip collided with her sweet spot.

Other than the rough and quiet exhales of breath that were forcing their way past his lips, Steve was mostly unbothered as he twirled and pinched one of Y/n's nipples, kneading one of her ass cheeks by his other hand while she braced herself by his strong shoulders, chasing her orgasm as loud noises of skin slapping against skin filled the air.

"You're truly pathetic, you know?" His blue eyes bore into her monstrous ones as he maintained his icy demeanor. "Fucking yourself shamelessly upon a man who could care less about even touching a shadow birthed heretic like you" Y/n did not reply. She wouldn't have been able to even if she wanted to. Instead, she just moaned through her open mouth as she fucked him like an animal, tits bouncing up and down as she felt a tangle of warm knots forming in her abdomen.

"That's right, keep at it" Steve grunted now, feeling himself getting close due to how inhumanly fast the witch was sliding back and forth on his cock, her wetness allowing pleasant access to his ballsack inside her wet cavern. "Such a cock starved imp. Doesn't even care what her dead coven will think if they saw her riding the cock of the man that killed them" nothing but desperate, pained and frustrated grunts left her.

But she just couldn't cum.

It wouldn't come.

"Have had enough of your high cloud yet?" Steve raised an eyebrow, knowing she couldn't cum unless he let her.

Because if she did, his personal witch would be the next one on a pyre. One whom he had given secret asylum in exchange for personal hexes and crafts.

Y/n's eyebrows furrowed as she seemed to contemplate for a few moments, crying out when she failed to bring herself to an orgasm. "Please…" Was the only thing she could let out. "Please…" The stiffness of her demeanor dissipated a little, so did the unnatural colours in her eyes. "Sir…" Steve couldn't help but smirk. His favourite method of grounding her always worked.

"Good doll~" she was back on ground before the next breath, her captor on top of her as he trapped her smaller hands above her head, the other hand reaching for her vagina as the hunter cupped the vertical curve between the witch's legs, rubbing circles on her clit by his thumb. "See? Being a good bunny for your Master isn't so bad."

Y/n cried out loud enough for the trees to tremble with the vibrations of her banshee-like shriek, body violently spasming as it tried to break free against his hold on her arms, back arching as she squirted her orgasm out.

"Thank you, sir! Thank you! Oh, thank you!" The witch cried out, voice not as deep anymore as it came back to her usual one, eyebrows furrowed in pleasure while her teeth nibbled at her lips. Her eyes were almost back to normal and so were her 'claws'.

"There she is" Steve easily overpowered her now that the worst was over, whatever was still possible being restricted by his firm hold on her wrists which denied her hands any moment. The hunter knew she wouldn't and couldn't hurt him. But a last accidental surge of power might just level the village which would bring people asking questions. "There is my good bunny~" he started to empty his load into her, thrusts slowing down but not halting as she squirmed from the overstimulation, pouting up at him.

"W- Was I a bad girl again, sir?" Y/n's eyes were finally back to the ones Steve adored. Even if in his own tainted way. She wasn't exactly an angel either. So they made it work. Or rarher, he did. "Hmmm-!" She tried to move her hips away in discomfort as she felt him fuck his seed deeper and deeper up her walls, well aware no consequence would follow.

Unless he wanted it to.

Letting go of her hands as the hunter knew the witch would keep them in place herself now, he pushed strands of hair clinging to her sweaty face away from it, stroking them as he lazily moved inside her now. Her eyes were sad.

Oh, he had broken her so good.

All for him.

"What d- did I d- do?" He wanted to scoff. The wretch knew exactly what she'd done. She wasn't fooling anyone with her innocent voice and doe eyes after deliberately not taking the potion that delayed these episodes.

"Nothing a few days in the dungeon won't fix" Steve secured his promise with a chaste kiss against her lips, cupping one of her cheeks before stroking her cheekbone with his thumb. "Nothing I can't fix."

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cissywritess · 1 year

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𝑪𝒂𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒉𝒆 | Two

Summary: You’re in your last year of high school, you want out of this town. It won’t be so easy when you got a stalker.

Pairing: Dark!Stucky x reader

Warnings: 18+, Contains Dark themes, please no not read of you are sensitive. Please read warnings before reading any 18+ posts.

Notes: damm, unedited.

・❥・

You did your usual routine in the morning, using the toilet, brushing your teeth, and changing clothes. As you were tying your shoes you hear the doorbell ring, and you quickly go downstairs.

You didn’t expect there to be a cop when you opened the door, “Good morning ma’am, Are you Y/N,” he said. You furrow your eyebrows confused about why there was a cop looking for you.

“Yeah I’m Y/N, is there a problem officer?” You asked,

“We were informed that you saw Amelia Sawyer two days ago, I don’t know if you have heard but she’s missing,” he explained leaving you with wide eyes. You were shocked, I mean you guys weren’t as close as you were before but she was still your friend.

“Um- yeah I’ve seen her at the diner I work at, it’s 10 miles south. I’m sorry but when did she go missing,” you were curious.

“Apparently you and a group of friends were the last to see her,” he wrote down on his notepad. “Thank you for your time have a nice day,” he smiles and left. You closed the door still processing, there was no reason why she would run away or leave. You just hoped nothing bad has happened to her.

Half of the day was spent at school, Amelia’s friends and peers were talking about the possibilities that probably happen to her. They were also talking about doing a search party. Everyone was freaked out by Amelia going missing because it wasn’t her there was no reason why she would winningly leave. You didn’t consider going to the search party since no one knew you. And they’d probably give you funny looks as they did at the diner.

You were having a big headache at school and once you got home you knocked out on your bed. When you woke up you were surprised that you’re mom was there, she was in the living room having a glass of wine. Like always.

“Hey sweetie, I thought you worked today?” She seemed to have her attention on the tv and her phone.

“Today's my day off,” you go into the kitchen opening the fridge, “did you hear Amelia went missing,” you told her

“Isn’t she friends with you? Girls run away all the time I’m sure she’ll turn up soon,” she changed the channel to the tv. You ignore her, she’s in her own world.

You were preparing a sandwich, the only thing you ate all day, besides an apple for breakfast, you had a poor diet, you knew that but you didn’t have any time to really fit 3 meals in a day

You go upstairs to your room. Switching your laptop on, still no acceptance letters. You decided to watch a movie. You ate your sandwich and watched a family film. Halfway through you got a notification from them, your heart quickens as you hesitantly clicked on it. You have never been so scared in your life before, goosebumps were everywhere on your skin.

I wonder what happened to that fake bitch Amelia, maybe when she got home someone was waiting for her and you know, maybe that’s why she’s missing.

You were scared, your fingers loomed over the keys and started typing,

Did you do something to her?

At this point you were shaking, maybe it was a joke someone who was playing a prank on you, just because they have nothing else to do. You thought of many excuses for why they would say this, the three dots popped up making you more nervous.

Why don't you see for yourself?

A picture was sent, you thought for a second wondering what you would see, as you clicked on the photo. It was a picture of Amelia, she was naked her arms behind her back, and tied with her feet she had some type of cloth in her mouth. You quickly closed your computer and stood up horrified. Do you call the police? Just as you finished that thought you get a message, this time on your phone the contact name said Amelia and your heart dropped.

Don't try anything funny baby, is that your slut of a mother on the couch? Don't want another picture, do you?

This time you started crying, freaked out by what was going on. You got another text message from the same person

Calm down, and carry on with your day, I'll see you tomorrow.

Your body was shaking, you went downstairs and made sure all the doors and windows were locked. Your mom didn't acknowledge you as you locked the front door. You shut the curtains in your room and turned the lights off.

・❥・

The whole day was you worrying, at first you thought maybe it was someone from school but there wasn't anything out of place there. Your shift was the same, worrying. Almost at the end of the shift, the door rings, it was Steve and Bucky, they flashed a smile and sat at a booth, you went up to them,

"The usual, both of us," Steve said, you nodded and wrote it down.

"I do have to let you know that the diner closes in 20 minutes," You told him. He nodded, you went behind the diner placing his order in. You cleaned up the tables, Steve and Bucky were the last customers left. You place their food in front of them and as you were about to leave a hand grabbed your wrist.

"I missed you, baby," Bucky smiled at you. Your heart stopped, the same name your stalker called you.

"Y/N you can leave early I'll close up today," your coworker said snatching your attention, Bucky let go of your wrist and you quickly left to the back room.

You grabbed your stuff and headed for the bus stop, the last bus to come is your only ride home. You did not feel safe at all, looking around once in a while. Maybe he was just being nice, but the long pause before he called you that name left shivers down your spine. You pulled out your phone pretending to do something to keep you distracted.

"Need a ride sweetheart?" You jump, it was Steve, you didn't see Bucky anywhere.

"Um n-no thank you," you look down at your phone, Steve stepped closer to you making you feel uneasy.

"Bucky didn't mean to scare you off," He started as he licked his lips. "He was trying to be nice,"

"He didn't" You shook your head, the bus should have been here by now. The more you stayed here with him the more you felt like he wasn't a safe person to be around with.

"Really?" big arms wrapped around you holding you tightly. You were about to scream out for help, but Steve quickly cover your mouth. "Then why could I hear your heart pounding?" Bucky spoke in your ear.

You cried from being frightened, "sh sh sh, we'll be home soon," Steve shushed you. He removed his hand, before you could scream a cloth covered your mouth making you feel dizzy, you tried not to breathe it in but you were too out of breath. Soon enough you saw dark spots clouding your vision.

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darnell-la · 6 months

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Back and feasting

word count: 2.4k

pairing: vampire!eddie munson x human reader x vampire!steve harrignton

warning: chasing, blood, teeth sicking, choking, semi-forced oral on female, orgasm, vampire themed etc.

Here’s a little late Halloween gift. Comment or message for part two. <;3

This is a mini-series, so like, comment, and repost if you guys would like a part two!!!!!!

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Y/n’s pov

“He told us to leave, so we did,” Dustin said, confusing me. Steve needs El for this to work. He needs El to bring back Eddie, but all of a sudden he demands them to go home.

“That makes no sense. I’m going to get him,” I said, about to get up from my couch and leave but El shouted. “No! No, it’s very dangerous. Just wait for him,” El said, but I can’t. I can’t just leave him there. I already did that…

“Look, y/n. Vecna is gone, meaning everything down there isn’t alive. Steve is fine and I’m sure Eddie is, once Steve brings him the first aid kit,” Mike said. “I know I said it was bad, but he could have survived until Steve brought him the kit, so just stay home. Please,” Dustin said.

I sighed and leaned back on my sofa, after placing my telephone back on the hook. Why would Steve go alone, but argue with me and tell me that it’s to dangerous. I don’t care. Our friend is down there.

I turned my TV on and turned off most of the lights in my house before sitting down on my couch to relax and forget about Steve. I’m sure he’ll be fine. He’s strong. Like Dustin said, Vecna is gone so everything fine there is dead.

3rd persons pov

Steve shouted out for help, breaking branches and tripping as he ran through the dark woods. Whatever happened to Eddie, wasn’t good. He tried talking to him, but he was furious. He seemed hungry, but Steve couldn’t point out what he was hungry for until Eddie took a fast step towards him and began biting down on his flesh.

Steve fought back, but had gotten bitten thrown around more than he could take. Now he’s tripping and limping to y/n’s house, hoping she could save him. He knows she’s good at nurturing people, and he needs it now.

He can already feel the blood in his body become less. His heart is slowing down. He can barley keep his eyes open, as his head pounds.

But he had to keep going. Eddie could be near, and Steve already knows he can’t want good from him after what he pulled in the upside down. It seemed as if he gained more strength and looked more alive after he molded Steve to the ground and took whatever it was that he needed.

“What the fuck is this shit!” Steve panicked, feeling his heart beat faster all of a sudden. He ignored the sudden adrenaline until he felt angry and hungry. He slapped his face as he picked up his speed, now feeling almost no pain but the pain in his stomach. He feels empty.

“You’ve changed, Harrington. I don’t think it’s safe to go to y/n’s house,” Eddie’s voice echoed in the woods. Steve could hear the smirk on his face. “You’re trying to protect her from me, but look at yourself. You’re not better now,” Steve felt closer to Eddie.

“How about you slow down and accept? I’m not angry, I was just — Hungry. I’m back to good ole Eddie. I promise,” he chuckled, seeming very unbelievable, which only made Steve run faster.

“Stay away from her, Eddie! You fucking loved her. You can’t just s-switch and fucking hurt her!” Steve shouted back, feeling anger run through his body. He’s having trouble controlling his emotions. He doesn’t even know what emotion he’s feeling right now.

“You’re right, Steve. I do lover her. And that’s why I’m here, following you back to her I never switched, Steve. I just know what to do now. I waited, and you gave me that little tasty push to do what I’ve been dying to do since I — Well, since I died,” Eddie said.

He couldn’t have died. He’s right here. Chasing me right now. There’s no such thing as coming back to life. There can’t be. How? How would that even be possible!?

Y/n had made herself some late-night dinner, for the reason she couldn’t get her mind off of the two men down in one of the worst places she could ever imagine. It’s basically hell.

Y/n ate and sipped on the cold mixed drink she usually makes for herself and the adults when the crew hangs out. She can’t keep her mind bushy enough. She can’t stop blaming herself.

Y/n was carried away by Steve while Eddie was screaming in pain. She fought and begged to be let go, but he wouldn’t let her down. They wouldn’t turn around and help.

*Doorbell rings*

Y/n got up with a sigh, wondering why someone was ringing her doorbell so late at night. The town quiet ours are 9 pm, so anything after that is a find if it’s unimportant or bothering.

“I’m coming!” Y/n shouted at the person who keeps ringing her doorbell. She just paid for it a few months ago. She can’t afford another installment if it breaks.

“Yes!?” Y/n angrily asked as she opened the door. Her eyes quickly widen at the sight of a bleeding Steve. “Steve!” She worried as she grabbed his face and touched all over him to see how and where he was bleeding so badly.

“Hurry, come in,” she allowed as she pulled him through her front door. She didn’t bother close the door, as she was to worried about Steve. “What the hell happened down there? I-I thought everything died,” she said, trying to pull him to the living room but collapsed on the ground.

“Not everything,” he said low, weak and scared to tell her how he found Eddie. “What do you mean not everything? Steve, what attacked you?” Y/n asked, hoping he wouldn’t be infected or it’s not in him like it got into Will.

“It’s not what. I-It’s who,” he said weakly, feeling his stomach beg for something to fill it up, but he can’t seems to think about what he wants. He doesn’t have to appetite to eat anything. He can't figure out what this feeling is exactly.

"He means me," y/n heard a familiar voice at her door step. "E-Eddie?" she said, shocked that he's alive. He's covered in blood just Steve, but he doesn't seem hurt. He seems well.

"Yes, it's me, now why don't you let your favorite in?" he asked. "No! No, don't," Steve quickly spoke. "What? Steve, you're hurt and need help," y/n said as he grabbed her arm, trying to warn her, but couldn't seem to tell her.

“Just please, y/n. H-He’ll hurt you,” Steve tried warning her before Eddie does the same attack he did to him when he was alone and just trying to help a friend. What if y/n couldn’t take this much blood lose. Speaking of blood lose, he’s not leaking anywhere anymore. The only pain he feels is still in his stomach.

“Aw, don’t listen to him. He just got spooked down there. I had to help him out and give him some energy, isn’t that right, Steve? That’s why you ran a marathon to get to y/n’s house. We all know how shit your stamina is from PE,” Eddie said, knowing what he’s doing.

“Leave Eddie. D-Don’t touch her,” Steve gripped y/n’s arms tighter. “Ow, Steve,” y/n said as Eddie chuckled. “You hear that right? Her heart?” Eddie asked, confusing y/n but caught Steve’s attention. “You’re not the only one, don’t worry. I hear it took. It’s music to the ears,” Eddie licked his lips.

“Now y/n — Let me in, so I can help you both, hm? Let me give what Steve needs. He’s dying of hunger,” Eddie said, feeling his own heart fasten, knowing he’s so close to getting a taste of her. Harrington already tasted so amazing.

“Eddie, just come in! You don’t have to ask, just- just please, help me,” y/n begged as she rubbed Steve’s cheek. “Good girl,” Eddie growled in a voice that y/n has never heard. That growled earned Steve, but he couldn’t do anything. He’s to damn weak.

“Please, just-“ y/n went to beg again as she looked up at Eddie, until he bent down a bit to grab her neck. Y/n yelped as Eddie lifted her up slowly to her feet. Steve had let y/n’s arm go and curled up, feeling his stomach get worse by the second. He’s never felt so fucking empty.

“Eddie! Eddie!” Y/n chocked as Eddie scanned her neck and face, feeling his body tense up at just the sight of her flesh. Of her. He feels like he’s always felt for her, but way more. He feels hungry for her. He knows he’ll starve to death if he doesn’t take what’s his.

“Shouldn’t have let me in. Stevie was right. I will hurt you. But, not to bad. I want you to enjoy this,” Eddie smirked as tears built up in y/n’s eyes. “Please, Eddie. D-Don’t do this,” y/n begged. “Once we’re done, you’ll thank me,” Eddie said.

“Harrington!” Eddie said as he turned y/n’s body like a rag dog, keeping his hand tightened around her through and her on her tippy-toes. “You smell that, don’t you?” Eddie asked, knowing he does, but doesn’t know where it’s coming from and why he loves the smell so damn much.

“Yes — It smells good, doesn’t it? So fucking good. Makes me want to tear her apart, just for a sweet long night of just her,” Eddie tried keeping himself from drooling.

“It’s day 3, one of the best days to to have her. Come and taste, before your stomach gives out you,” Eddie spoke to Steve. Steve tried fighting his thoughts, not knowing where this sudden desire for blood came from. Why does he smell her so much? Why can’t he get his mind off if it.

“No! No, I can’t. I just- Eddie, I can’t,” Steve eyes began to water as he scratched his own arms, trying to keep himself back. “I’ll just help you then,” Eddie said, and seconds later, y/n’s night shorts were ripped off of her.

“Eddie!” Y/n cried out in shock. “Just so much fucking blood. Don’t make me go first, Harrington. I’ll leave nothing for you, if I do,” Eddie threatened, knowing he’d slurp her until she’s drained of nothing. Not even life.

“What are you doing, Eddie?” Y/n chocked, barley being able to speak as Steve slowly looked up at the sight of y/n in her panties. They’re so tight and thin. Her lips are barley holding on. She even had a wet spot. Fuck.

“Cmon’ now. Don’t leave her so desperate,” Eddie said, knowing everything going through Steve’s mind. He can smell her sweet juice, running out of her, begging for some attention.

“Eddie…” Steve spoke slowly as he crawled over in front of y/n. He looks so tired and out of energy. Eddie forced y/n’s head down to look at Steve. “Steve, h-help,” y/n begged as I tear dropped on his face. Lucky for him, the teardrop rolled over his lips.

He licked the drop, not thinking how messed up it was. Steve’s mind started going through thoughts, so many thoughts until the taste of y/n’s tears set in. “Fuck,” he sighed.

“I’m sorry, y/n,” Steve spoke, not making eye contact as he moved his hand toward her private part and removed her panties. More like ripped them off, making the poor girl yell in shock.

“Steve! S-Steve, no!” Y/n tried yelling loudly, but the grip Eddie had on her, kept her from saying to much. “I need it,” Steve’s voice slightly changed. He sounded unreal in a sense.

“N-No, no! Wait, Steve, wait-“ y/n begged as Steve wrapped his finger around y/n’s tampon string, but he cut her off by pulling on it slowly. “Ow!” Scotlyn cried at the pain.

“Ssh, baby. You’ll love this next part,” Eddie whispered in the crying girls ear as Steve finally got the tampon out. “Jesus,” Steve groaned, staring at the girls bloody tampon. He slowly took a look up at her plump cunt, watching blood slowly drip from her hole.

“Please, stop this,” y/n felt embarrassed as Steve slowly gripped onto her thick thigh. “You smell so fucking good, y/n,” Steve drooled as his leaned towards her heat. “Wait, Steve,” y/n begged once more before Steve took her clit and folds into his mouth like a hungry animal.

“Steve!” Y/n moan loudly, not expecting herself to be this loud just from a pair of lips on her. “Ssh, princess,” Eddie whispered in her ear as he held her head back by her neck. “Don’t make me shush you myself, baby,” Eddie breathed on her neck, hearing and seeing her pulse rise.

“S-Steve!” y/n cried out as he stuck his tongue deep into her entrance. His tongue seems longer than usual. I mean, she’s never done anything like this with him, but his tongue seems longer than the average human tongue.

“Stop it, please,” the weak girl begged for what seemed like the millionth time, but this time, her eyes rolled back and a knot began to form in her lower stomach. “You’re close,” Eddie’s voice echoed in her ear. “Don’t hood back in us, baby. Let it go. Fuckin’ cum in Harringtons face,” Eddie slightly squeezed at her neck.

A few seconds passed, and her mind went blank as she came hard on Steve’s face. “Mhm,” Steve moaned into her skin, tasting what he’s been wanting to taste for years and for the past ten minutes. Her cum and blood.

“That’s it, girl. Let it out,” Eddie licked y/n’s ear as she shook, barely able to keep herself up, but that’s what Eddie’s grip on her neck is for, and Steve’s tight grip on her thighs.

“Heads up,” Eddie growled. Before y/n could process what he said, Eddie’s teeth sunk into the small girl's skin. “Eddie!” Y/n wanted to scream but moaned out instead.

The feeling of Steve’s tongue lapping around her cunt, like he’s searching for the perfect flavor of a lollipop while Eddie’s sucking her neck like a beast feasting on his prey, is only sending y/n into another god-giving orgasm.

Her moans were choked by Eddie’s grip on her neck. This time, she couldn’t gather words. All she could do was sob, whine, and choke on her own moans.

"It's okay, princess, we know it's a lot to handle. Just rest up and we'll surprise you when you wake," Eddie's voice echoed in y/n's ear once again before she slowly faded away into the dark.

part two?

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assembletheimagines · 2 years

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dark!Steve x reader

Warnings: Dark!Steve, manipulation? corruption? dirty talk, oral!m receiving, praise, abuse of power, a bit on the darker side, dubcon, 18+ to interact

Summary: Steve saves your life and expects a thank you

Tag List: @getwellsoontana @elle14-blog1 @nana1000night @potatothots @avengetheunnatural

A/N: I’ve never really tried to write something like this so I just wanted to see and it’s a little choppy but oh well. Anyways, feedback is appreciated as always!

It happened so fast.

Your eyes clenching shut as the stranger pushed you against the alley wall, a cry falling from your lips. This was it.

But as you felt the strangers hand slide up your body, you felt the weight of the stranger disappear. You blinked your eyes open and watched in surprise as Captain America stood before you, fighting the man off of you.

Holy Shit.

You knew this was the perfect moment for you to run away, safety for your well-being and all that but you couldn’t move. Your legs shaking as your heartbeat raced watching the two men fight in front of you. You couldn’t keep your eyes off of your savior. Captain America, your favorite hero had saved your life.

And when the stranger finally ran off, you fully expected Captain America to chase after him. Arrest the man and hand him off to the police. But the tall and handsome blonde didn’t move. Only turning around to face you as you looked at him with wide eyes.

“Thank you!” You had blurted out in gratefulness. Eyes tearing up as you rushed to the man and hugged his arm. “Thank you, Captain. Thank you, thank you, thank you!” You repeated the mantra in happiness but if you had paid closer attention, you would realize the darkness in his eyes didn’t match the hero the world had told you about.

But as you hugged the hero, you realized your mascara had ran down your cheeks from the traumatic experience and you quickly let go of the super-soldier to wipe your face. But before your hand could touch your cheek a strong hold on your wrist stopped you.

“Is that how you thank someone who saved your life?” Cap’s tone sent a shiver down your spine and as his grip didn’t falter your mouth parted dumbfounded. Cap took a step closer to you and you stumbled back, bumping back into the brick wall. “I think I deserve better than that.”

“Oh?” Confusion rushed through you and you looked up, eyes widened as the hero came closer to you. “Wha-what-” you fumbled over your words as Cap caged your in. You were speechless as his body pressed against yours and you felt his hard-on against your hip.

Well?” He asked and leaned his head down, dark blue eyes piercing your own.

Your heart-rate picked up as you realized what the superhero was insinuating. His presence and everything that happened overwhelmed you. He had saved your life and you were grateful but you didn’t know Steve was that forward. “I- I-” you stuttered and Steve sneered.

“I-I-” he mocked you with a roll of his eyes. You were wasting time and he was over it. “On your knees,” he ordered and began to work at his belt. You froze at the order and were met with a cold gaze. “I won’t repeat myself,” he grumbled and a warm big hand came to your shoulder, shoving you to the ground. “On. Your. Knees.”

The asphalt dug into your knees uncomfortably as your eyes went from his handsome face to the zipper he was pulling down and then to the end of the alley where the public was. You were still far enough where no one would see if they looked but- your eyes went back to the hero. He’d tugged his boxers down and his hard thick cock curved up to his abdomen.

His hand found the back of your head as you stared wide-eyed at his length. His fingers carded through your hair and his other hand pumped his shaft. The head of his cock had pre-cum already on the slit and he pointed it towards your lips. “Are you waiting for an order?” He huffed and you felt a blush raise to your cheeks.

You had never thought you would be in such a situation. Especially since you had always admired the hero from learning about him back when you went to school. And if you were honest, you would be lying if you said you didn’t go through a phase of reading fantasies about the super soldier and even touched yourself to the idea of the man fucking you but you never thought you’d ever meet him or have this happen.

“Oh, so you don’t want to thank me?” He growled and brought you back from your thoughts. His words made your mouth drop in surprise and he took that opportunity to push in. Fingers still holding the back of your head as he bullied his cock into your mouth. “Be a good girl and take it.” He hummed and didn’t stop until the head of his cock pressed the back of your throat. The action of him hitting the back of your throat made you gag and the super soldier groaned in response.

The blonde kept your head still, relishing the feeling of your mouth wrapped around his length and you couldn’t help but whine around his shaft because of it. He was big and wasn’t even all the way in but your eyes watered nevertheless as you tried to breathe through your nose.

Steve looked down at you, seeing your watery eyes as your mouth stretched around him. Fuck weren’t you a sight to see? He cursed and moved his hips back, dragging his cock along your tongue before thrusting back in.

And with each thrust, he made sure to hit the back of your throat, causing you to splutter and gasp around him. “Fuck that feels good, baby.” He grunted and pulled your hair from your face and into a ponytail with his hand.

He increased his pace and began to fuck your mouth more as his other hand rested on the brick wall behind you, keeping you trapped as he buried his cock deep into your mouth over and over again. Your hands rested on his thighs as he used you. Your nails digging into his flesh as he grunted and groaned above you in pleasure.

Your jaw began to ache as your mouth stretched to accommodate the hero’s girth. “You’re taking me so well,” he cooed and you couldn’t help but press your thighs together, his praise sending a needy throb to your clit. “Such a good girl,” he hummed and you mewled, your teeth barely scraping along his shaft as he moved.

The action made his hips stutter as he threw his head back, eyes rolling back. “Oh f-fuck,” he groaned and shoved his length further down your throat. “Do that again,” he ordered and the grip on your hair tightened as he picked up the pace.

You struggled to breathe, feeling lightheaded as Steve moved your head to meet his eager thrusts. His eyes were clenched shut as fresh tears ran down your face and you felt your lungs restrict as a new pool of slick formed between your thighs.

You followed the Captain’s orders, giving him a little teeth as he pounded into your mouth ruthlessly. “Take it, take it all,” he growled and it was your only warning before you felt his cock twitch in your mouth as rope after rope of his warm cum shot from his tip and down your throat.

He didn’t remove himself from your mouth until he felt your tongue lick his cock clean, ensuring you had swallowed his entire load. And once he pulled out, he was quick to man handle you again. Pulling you up and keeping you caged against the wall as he looked at you.

“Mm, I don’t think that was a good enough of a “thank you” to me” he said and you couldn’t speak, your throat feeling raw as you tried to regulate your breathing. “I’ve decided the only way for you to properly “thank me” is by letting me sexualize and objectify you and mold you into my personal porn star. So that at any given moment of the day I can release myself onto you whenever I feel like it.”

As Steve’s words registered, your heart stopped momentarily, realizing he wasn’t going to let you go. “And what will you be?” He asked and peered down at you with dark eyes.

Your tongue swiped over your bottom lip as a shiver ran up your spine. You looked up at him before answering, “a good girl and take it.” You said softly and a wicked grin appeared on the super soldier’s face.

“That’s right.” He hummed in approval and brought his warm hands on your thighs. “Now open your legs.”

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goodgirlofglory · 2 years

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In the balance -

/Masterpost/

Status - ONGOING (last updated 20.01.2024)

Pairing: Dark!Steve Rogers x reader

Warnings: non-con, dub-con, explicit sexual content, explicit language, smut, vaginal sex, oral (f and m recieving), anal fingering, praise kink, coercion, manipulation, explicit desciptions of violence, choking, graphic descriptions of blood, breeding kink, come kink, come play, forced pregnancy, depression, captivity, kidnapping (tags will be added along the way, but look at each chapter for spesific warnings), some very deppressive themes of psychological horror and manipulation.

Summary: One unsuspecting evening, the stranger Steve Rogers appears bloodied and in need of aid at your doorstep. You immediately catch his eye, and he forces himself upon you within the hour. Several months of repeated visits from him results in your pregnancy, and the night you find out, Steve intereceps you on your way to an abortion clinic and kidnaps you to his mansion. Will you carry the child to term? Will you buckle under the pressure of capitivity? Will you escape the grasp Steve has on you, or will you submit to it and your own, conflicted desires?

Note: This started with a drabble (what is now Chapter 2 - To give you what you need) and continued after the amazing and exciting feedback I got. Now it has grown to a BEAST, and I’m really fascinated with the way things are developing. Thank you thank you thank you to all the amazing replies and comments and reblogs so far, it has truly inspired me!!! It’s so exciting reading your responses, so if you’d be so inclined, I’d loooove to hear your thoughts on the tale😍

This is the first series I write and post simultaniously, so I really don’t know how often I will update!! Hopefully often! Also, my photo editing skills have improved considerably since my last series That which lingered on his mind - check it out!

This is DARK! Your media consumption is your own responsibility, but I advise you to not engage if the content in the warnings triggers you. Minors DNI!

Chapter 1 - Taking what he wants

Chapter 2 - To give you what you need

Chapter 3 - Keeping you

Chapter 4 - Put

Chapter 5 - Off the deep end

Chapter 6 - Losing breath

Chapter 7 - Sinking

Chapter 8 - Ragged depths

Chapter 9 - The world in the balance

Chapter 10 -

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My inbox is open for any of your thoughts or prompts or asks🦋

Luv you, all you sweet and twisted darlings! Enjoy!😏💞

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sweetdreams25 · 2 years

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Captain Rogers' sweet girl

Hi i'm not a native english, it's my first story, there is no beta reader. Sorry if i do mistake 🙏. Thank you for loving my story ♥️

Sorry for the wait. My mental health was not good enough to write. Thank you for your patience

This is Dark! Steve Rogers x Fem!

ReaderWarnings: 18+ ONLY. dark Steve, manipulation, age gap, non com, manipulation, somnophilia, daddy kink, innocent kink, dom/ sub If you have gotten this far, it means you have read and understood my warnings. I AM NOT responsible for your consumption. Don’t read if you are sensitive to any of the warnings.

Chap1 Chap13

Chap 14

When you get out of the bathroom. Steve didn't come back but before he left he pulled out a dress to dress you in, no underwear just a dress.

"Are you done with your toilet?"

You flinch at Nat's voice, you only have a towel on and it doesn't hide all the marks Steve left on your body. You look down with a blush

"Yes Nat."

"Did you wash all over?"

"Yes."

"You sure?"

You look at Nat surprised, she seems to imply a few things but what. Nat comes closer and strokes your hair.

"You are a woman and there are things you need to know sweetie"

Nat drags you into the bathroom.

"You have three holes and men like to use all three. So you have to clean them. "

You are embarrassed to death but you listen to Nat. She explains how to clean your anus.

You don't dare protest as she helps you with your first enema.

She leaves you to finish alone, you are overwhelmed with emotions, you don't like everything that's happening, well some things but this is too much. Would Aunt May approve? Nat saved you, she and Steve have been taking care of you for years, without them you would be dead, you have to stop doubting. They know better than you.

When you join Nat in your room, she hands you a little present.

"This is for you, well for you and Steve, go ahead and open it".

You take the box and open it, inside is a small egg-shaped object, extended by a shiny jewel.

"Uh thank you"

"It's a plug sweetie, it helps prepare your butthole for sodomy and it's pretty"

You look at the object with fear. Every time Steve put his fingers in your butthole you didn't like the feeling

"I took a small size to start with, and some lube. I'll help you put it in for the first time.

You position yourself on all fours as Nat asks, you let yourself be lulled by her voice without really listening to his words. She lubes you up profusely and get the plug in your ass relatively easily.

The sensation is weird.

"Get dressed now, and go prepare some food, we invited we will be 4"

She goes out. You obey, you get dressed, you would have liked to put underclothes especially in the presence of an unknown guest but Steve did not leave any and you do not want to upset him.

The feeling in your buttocks is bizarre, you apply yourself to cook. You are almost done when Nat, Steve and another man join you.

"Scott this is Y/N Parker Peter's sister."

You approach to take his hand, the man stares at you from head to toe, you feel naked under his gaze.

"Nice to meet you..."

Scott takes the hand that you extend to him and draws you against him, he holds you tight and takes advantage of it to grope you.

"Scott Lang more than happy to meet such a beautiful young woman"

"Scott!"

Scott lets go of you, you stumble a bit, luckily you are barefoot and regain your balance.

You go to the kitchen and finish preparing the meal.

In the living room, the three Avengers are talking about time travel, about the Snap.

Steve goes to get a drink. He comes up behind you and sticks to you so you can feel his bulge against your butt. His hands slide over your shoulders. He slides his face into your neck. Your body reacts to his touch, he sees the shivers run through you, you tighten your thighs.

"Nat told me you had a surprise for me, my angel.

His hand slides down your back. He reaches your buttocks. The countertop partially hides you but you wish you could disappear as Steve slides his hand under your dress to rest on your ass.

"Please."

"Am I not allowed to see my present? I thought you were my good girl"

You close up a little but continue to cook. You dare not say anything

"Let me taste!"

You bring the spoon to Steve's mouth. He doesn't take his eyes off you.

"Aahh!"

Steve pulls the plug halfway out before pulling it back in

"Problem sweetie?"

"No Nat everything is fine"

Steve leans in to you, "I really like my present can't wait to enjoy it to the fullest." He slaps your ass and goes back to sit with the others.

The meal is ready. You serve the 3 Avengers.

Steve takes advantage of your presence at his side to put his hand on your thighs and go up under your skirt.

"So you are the little sister of the spider boy".

You nod. You don't like the way Scott looks at you.

"You know he fought against us"

"I'm sorry."

"It's okay and I'm sure Cap got all the apologies he deserved and a nice restitution"

You look at him without understanding, Scott, Steve and Nat laugh and you smile shyly. Throughout the meal Steve's hand rests under your skirt on the inside of your thigh at the edge of your pussy, sometimes he moves a finger lightly caressing your pussy.

Once the meal is over, you clean up.

You don't know what to do during the vacations Steve would have made you get on your knees before he fucked your mouth and before the holidays you would probably have gone to your room.

You stand back hesitantly.

Steve beckons you to join them. You shyly approach again and feel as if you are naked under Scott's gaze.

Steve grabs you by the arm and pulls you to him and kisses you in a slobbery kiss. You return the kiss and let out a moan.

"Be a good girl and sit at my feet."

You obey with downcast eyes. Steve places your head in his lap. He strokes your hair at times, but most of the time it's as if you're not there.

You doze, not daring to move or speak.

"Well that's not all but it's late, Steve you should take care of her, she's falling asleep"

Steve, takes your jaw between his fingers and forces you to raise your head, his other hand runs over your face.

"Are you tired Baby?"

You nod your head.

"I'm glad you got yourself such a nice, well-trained fucktoy." says Scott

You blush realizing he is talking about you.

Everyone stands up, your legs are numb from kneeling still for so long. Steve supports you

"Hey baby go say goodnight and thank Scott we might be able to get everyone back thanks to him".

"Is that right Daddy? I'm going to see Peter and Aunt May again".

"Yeah that's right, you didn't hear what we were talking about, so obsessed with my dick my angel is getting stupid"

Steve gently pushes you towards Scott

"Thank you so much"

"I think he deserves a kiss".

Scott grabs you and pulls you to him, he groping your ass and slipping his tongue into your mouth you try to resist a little.

"That's enough!" Scott releases his grip.

"Thank you, Cap."

You go to say good night to Nat

"Sweetie you have to be a good girl for Steve, okay he's going to bring everyone back."

You nod your head.

Steve carries you like a bride, he goes to his room

"But Daddy this is not my room?"

"You're so stupid my princess, you sleep in my room do you think Daddy can spend a night away from his pussy?"

You sniffle, why is he so mean, you are tired and tears form at the corners of your eyes.

Steve kisses you softly tenderly you almost purr. Steve smiles and lays you down on his bed. He starts to undress you, you will sleep naked tonight which is not to his displeasure. He lays you on your stomach. You let him do it.

"I'm tired Daddy".

"I know my angel, I'm just looking at my present you don't have to do anything"

Steve spreads your buttocks and he admires the plug. He plays with it, almost pulling it out before he pushes it back in.

"You're so tight my angel, I can't wait to use this hole"

He turns you on your back and spreads your legs.

Your body responds to his caresses and quickly he lines up his cock with your entrance. He sinks into you and begins to thrust.

Half asleep you groan,

"My angel is so beautiful and so tight with that plug" he loves the feeling of the plug in your ass. It's reminds him of the time during the war when he shared women with Bucky.

"Bucky is going to love you Baby, you are so perfect".

Steve quickens the pace, you cum in your sleep as he empties into you.

Steve lies on his back, his cock hasn't softened and is still in your pussy. This is one of his favorite sleeping positions, you on top, him inside you. So at night if he wakes up he can fuck you easily.

He plays with your plug a little.

Your submissive nature is perfect for him. To think that a few days ago you were a virgin and now he fucks you anytime through two of your holes without any protest from you.

Tomorrow Steve is going to have to convince Tony and he has to cancel your college enrollment no more studies for you, your job is to take care of Steve and what makes Steve happy is to be able to play with that pussy whenever he wants. And maybe put a kid or two in your belly. Steve falls asleep imagining you full and swollen, your breasts full of milk. That night he'll fuck you three times in your sleep.

After running Steve returns to his room, you are in the shower he joins you.

"Wash me."

You do it, Steve takes the opportunity to grope you, he makes you jerk him off a little under the pretext of washing his cock

"You took out your plug!

"I was in pain daddy and I needed to go to the bathroom".

"Turn around, hand on the wall, leg spread".

Steve forces you to arch your back more. He examines your asshole, it's a little red. It was probably a bit long to keep the plug in for so long for the first time.

"I'll put some ointment on you after the shower.

"On your knees angel, it's been a long time since Daddy used your mouth be a good girl"

You settle down and open wide, he plunges deep inside. You choke a little but you've learned to take it all in. Steve fucks your mouth, quickly he ejaculates directly into your throat. You swallow his hot cum, you start to like the taste.

After the shower Steve makes you get on all fours on the bed, he spanks you a little, it's not very hard and you don't scream and once your ass is red he takes the ointment and massages you. He inserts a finger in your asshole without any problem, he does some thrusts, the second finger ends up going in.

Steve goes to get something from a drawer and comes back with another plug a little wider than the previous one.

He dresses you in one of his t-shirts, you look hot as hell.

"Come on angel, let's go eat, daddy's taking care of everything.

As during the vacations he prepares a special breakfast for you, he loves to see you eat the yoghurt not knowing that there is sperm in it.

Scott and Nat will join you for breakfast. Scott takes the opportunity to stroke your upper thighs, you blush and look down but don't dare say anything.

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serenas-edits · 1 year

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( all right I knoww it took me a lil min to start making full chapters but when I first started this blog a lot has happened I won’t go into detail because I don’t want to be a downer but I hope you enjoy my lil series💗🫶🏽)- now on with the story…

Dark!alpha!steve × black!omega!reader

Rating=18+ minors DNI I like to block remember tht

Trigger Warnings= future Non-Con ,Dub-Con stalking kidnapping ,gaslighting ,unknown ,identity ( you’ll get it later on) ,torture ,murder steve being high key creepy ,alpha omega au

This story was written with a black character in mind so she will have some features that represent that but anyone is allowed to read 🤞🏽

:Written on my phone so hopefully I get all the mistakes

Nine months later.

"Ma where are you " y/n called out in her childhood home.

"In the kitchen" her mom yelled back. While walking to the kitchen y/n smells the mouth watering food her mom has made but then notices just how much it is.

"Momma what are you doing you don't have to be making this much food it's just you and me....”

" Now y/n you know your father and brother will be back soon and they'll need all this to get their energy back from being in the field for so long"

My Pops died in 2012 during the alien attack. He was an agent for S.H.I.E.L.D just like my brother ,but unlike my father my brother didn't die from an extraterrestrial war. No he disappeared from the blip, but unlike everyone else he never came back after the “Avengers” got back the stones and “fixed” everything. Well that’s what they told me up till last week.

“ You know their not coming back ma..”

“ child please, when your father and brother get back you better change your attitude I want them to have a warm welcome home not all this debbie downer shit you got going on”

After the loosing both of the alphas in her life ‘her mate and her son’ momma kinda sorta lost it, like broke down and convinced herself that they are on their way home and that they’re just in a long mission. So she keeps cooking three course meals everyday “just in case they come back early” she says

“Ma you can’t keep doing this to yourself it’s not healthy for you t-“ I get cut off because the door bell begins to ring

“see I told you they’ll be back y/n I told you” my mother says as she runs towards the door, but as she opens it her heart shatters as it is not her husband and son it’s America’s golden boy holding red and white roses

“W-why are you here are my husband and son with you”

“no ma’am they’re not but I was hoping to have a moment with your daughter” I knew what he wanted but I can’t let her know what’s going on

“ how can I help you Mr.Rogers” I say coming between the captain and my mother

“you can call me Steve sweetheart” he says with a smirk if only I could wipe it off

“it’s Ms.y/l/n and I asked you a question Mr.Rogers” he told me I would have more time

“Sweetheart did you forget what we discussed last week”

“How could I Mr.Rogers, but if you’ll excuse me I need to console my mother”

Steve looked over to the distraught older omega “I’ll wait out side” he said with a grimace

I take my time getting my mom situated just to make him wait longer “momma I’m about to leave”

“No you can’t go your father and brother will be back any minute I don’t want you to miss them” She said tearfully

“I’ll be back in time to see them home mom I promise” I say with a smile just so she’ll calm down and let me leave “i love you ma”

“I love you too baby girl make sure you’re home in time though ok”

“Ok” and kissed her forehead cherishing it knowing it will be a while before I see her again

I walked down stairs to grab my purse and pushed the front door open locking it behind me

“Are you ready”

“I didn’t know we would be leaving this soon”

“You know what you signed up for he comes back as long as I get to keep you”

“Fine whatever it takes” I just hope it’s worth it

“Well than let’s go get your brother then we’ll go home sweetheart”

Ahhhhh ( so I finally stopped procrastinating and started my very own series each chapter will update on Saturday but please give me you honest feedback on the first chapter I know it’s short but it’s going to be faster to update and keep up with my schedule when they’re shorter, anyways let me know all feedback is good feedback but don’t do to much 😭) - Serena

• and don’t do crack💗•

#black!reader #dark!steve smut #dark!steve x you #steve x black!reader #+18 only #steve rogers #smut #dark!smut #serenas edits #alpha au #Spotify

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kechiwrites · 2 years

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| kinktober week two | ♱ final girl ♱ | slasher!steve rogers x reader |

synopsis: “for steve, you are a very special victim.”

wc: 1k

cw: dark content, fem reader, noncon, creampies, unprotected sex, biting, bruising, violence, minor character death, stalking, pet names (pretty girl, sweetheart), dacryphilia. I am not responsible for your consumption babes. NO MINORS.

author’s note: first dark fic i’ve ever shared, and for my day one fixation, captain america. there’s something wrong with him. i just know it.

♱ find the rest of my kinktober masterlist here ♱

Your head is spinning, the light from your neighbour’s halloween decorations cast your room in sickly orange and yellow light. Everything about it is making you ill, and you screw your eyes closed to keep your stomach from expelling its contents everywhere.

“Open your eyes, pretty girl. Please.” You can feel him shift over you, and when he pats your face, you open your eyes, glassy with tears, to stare at him. There’s sticky, drying blood covering the lower half of his face, and the dirty penny smell of it threatens to make you sick all over again. He smiles at you, perfect white teeth and pink lips, blonde hair and blue, blue eyes.

“Go on, you can cry.”

How magnanimous.

You’re covered in bite marks, some are shallow, some lightly bleed out of tender and broken skin. Where you aren’t bitten, there are hickeys, pockmarking his journey exploring your body, staking his claim on your throat and chest and hips and thighs. The bruises aren’t so bad, in the grand scheme of things, you can almost forget they exist when he isn’t pushing his thumb into them to watch you squirm.

Hell, they’re practically bug bites compared to the state of your boyfriend’s dead body downstairs.

He looms above you and he is so goddamn big, blocking out the hazy stream of your bedroom lights while he fucks you desperately. Hands roaming mindlessly, without purpose but with so much pleasure over the rise and curve of your stomach, your tits, your face.

You choke out, "Please don't hurt me." and his hips stutter, balls slapping against your ass and staying there, like he's trying not to come. You bear down on him, and a fresh wave of tears spills over your cheeks as you’re pushed over the edge, mind swimming in pain and sorrow and hot, hot heat.

“Steve, please. I don’t want to d-”

"Shut up. Shut up. Please, shut the fuck up.” He groans, closing his hand around your tit and squeezing hard. He’s getting off on it, you realize. You want to live through this so badly, and that turns him on. “Can't -, I don't want to" he trails off when he starts pounding you again, the squelching, wet sounds of you taking him, letting him burrow deep within you filling the cramped, cluttered room, bouncing off your childhood toys and boy band posters. Your pink princess sheets are soaked with slick and sweat and two of his loads soaking your back that'd been displaced by the brutal thickness of his cock carving into you.

You grip at his arms as they hold you down, your nails digging into his skin, and he stops again, anchoring up and off you to peer at your face.

"Be good, like I know you can be and it'll all be over soon. I promise."

Impossible.

You choke on your own sob, and bite down on your tongue to stop yourself from lashing out. He’s clearly sick in the head, and when this is all over, when he lets you go like he promised he would, you swear to god in heaven and the devil below that you’d wipe this all from your mind. You’d burn the sheets and maybe even your bed too. And a little voice in your head whispers over the sound of him messily, greedily fucking you open, that you’d need evidence, some way of proving that it was local hero, universally adored firefighter, Steven Grant Rogers that’d been killing people for the past year and a half. Steven Grant Rogers who had been stalking you for weeks in an unfamiliar brown sedan before he’d made his move. Steven Grant Rogers who’d taken his sweet time cutting your boyfriend to ribbons before he’d chased you up the stairs, two steps at a time and locked the bedroom door behind him, as if he was worried someone would interrupt.

You didn’t need evidence. Because no one would believe you. If you even got the chance to tell them.

Your body shudders, fear and pleasure tangling together and burrowing deep in the pit of your stomach, snagging on your insides like hooked burrs, only tearing free when he rips another orgasm from your overstimulated, woefully overworked body.

“Good, so good sweetheart. There you are.” You can tell he loves it, the involuntary show of ecstasy, the way you’re too far gone to resist anymore, the way your legs wrap around his middle and push you ever closer without your permission.

But your permission doesn’t matter much, apparently.

His hands sink into your flesh so deeply you cry out, but what’s more bruises on top of the ones he’s already given you? What’s one more round of his seed fucked into you, soaking the walls of your cunt? What’s one more scream into the apathetic, inky black night?

Steve’s teeth dig into the flesh of your chest, then he laves the stinging spots with his tongue. A particularly rough thrust pushes you up the bed, and without missing a beat he follows your aching body, forcing your pussy to part around him, to welcome yet another rush of his cum within you. He tugs at your nipples with roughened fingers, calloused by the fireman’s axe he used to obliterate your front door. His lips cover your pulse, sucking hard at the skin, like he was trying to taste your heartbeat, erratic and sugar sweet. Your clit thrums, untouched and begging for attention, but Steve pulls out, rubbing the slick skin of his cock over the insides of your thighs.

“You know, I was so sure I was going to have to slit your throat after this. And I didn’t want to, not when I knew you’d be tight, so sweet.” His voice is broken glass and black velvet, it cuts and soothes, wrings everything out of you before it forces you to swallow it all down, only restart the process all over again.

“But now,” He sighs dreamily, whispering like he’s sharing a inside joke between two friends, “I have to keep you.”

when my husband proofread this he said i was sick. :)

#steve rogers x reader #dark!steve rogers #dark!steve smut #dark!steve x reader #dark steve x reader #dark steve rogers #dark!captain america #dark!fic #mcu smut #mcu x reader #slasher!au #slasher!steve rogers #steve rogers x y/n #steve rogers x you #kinktober 2022 #kechiwriteskinktober #kechiwrites #cw: dark content #cw: noncon

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steves-sub · 11 months

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Submissive Sunflower

Summary: While Team Cap hides from the world, they take you in to be their permanent submissive, whether you like it or not.

Warning(s): Dark!Team Cap, MINOR DNI Smut, Non-con, Hypnosis, Dom/Sub, Drugging, Kidnapping, will add more later on.

MASTERLIST

Prologue

the Flower Shop Invite

Time for Action

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hypnoticsin · 2 years

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warning: all of my writings deal with dark themes including non-con and dub-con. If these subjects bother you DO NOT READ.

Steve Rogers

Treasure You are in love and love is always worth it, isn’t it? Little Mermaid-Inspired Fic

Wine Tears You want to leave Steve so you put a plan in motion, but Steve’s got his own plans

The Break In You and your friends break into the wrong house and pay the price.

#dark captain america #dark steve rogers #dark marvel fic #dark!steve x female reader #dark!steve x you #dark!captain america fan fic #dark steve fan fic #dark steve x you #dark steve rogers x reader #dark! steve rogers x reader #dark! steve rogers drabble #dark!steve fic #dark! bucky x reader #dark!bucky #dark!bucky smut #dark!steve smut #masterlist

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dungeonpuppykai · 1 month

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'40s breadwinner corporate/wallstreet worker husband Steve Rogers who is a complete misogynistic shithead and spanks you for talking back with a proud smile on his face 🩷

Continuation <3

#steve rogers smut #steve rogers #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers x smut #steve rogers x you #dark!steve rogers smut #dark!steve smut #dark!steve rogers x reader #dark!steve rogers x y/n

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chxrryhansen · 3 months

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౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊ 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐑𝐘

Pairing; Dark!Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings; smut, dark themes, non con, breeding kink, oral- both receiving, degrading, size difference, unbalanced power dynamic, huge daddy kink, choking- to the point reader can’t breathe, dumbification, dacryphillia, spanking, steve is very dark in this, no aftercare!! i think thats it? Minors please DNI!!!!!

Summary; Steve Rogers, your boyfriend, the man everybody loved, his soul soft, standing against all evils. Until he got a taste of that sweet power. He became hungry. Now, you have no choice but to obey his rules. Can you bring him back to the light? Or is it too late? (it’s definitely too late)

here we have my first ever full fic! firstly i would like to give a huge thankyou to @dbnightingale24 for giving me the confidence and tips to write this! and another big thankyou to @evansbby and @hansensgirl for inspiring me in the first place for begin writing💘it’s around 3k words and i really put my all into this so please don’t forget to comment and reblog, i would love to hear all of your feedback!🫶🏻 much love, cherry.

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Steve Rogers, the man everyone respected, the man everyone believed in, looked up too. The man you used to cherish, his sweet boyish nature drawing you in from the moment you met. His pearly blues that used to soften as they fell on you, his gentle touch as he caressed your hair, the tender, loving kisses he used to leave all over your body.

Until Fury resigned that was.

Steve was officially the new director of shield, to which nobody opposed, i mean, who would right? He was Captain America, the man out of time. He was perfcet for the role. Strong willed, commanding yet understanding, he had respect for those beneath him and most of all he was compassionate, something that was hard to find in a good leader. This didn't last for long, of course.

Steve shortly became power hungry, his morals became more sick and twisted as his methods became more sadistic. He was violent, cruel…volatile. There was no bringing back Steve Rogers. The problem was he dragged everybody else down with him, nobody dared to stand up to Steve, too frightened of the consequences.

Tony couldn't talk Steve down, he tried for a while, attempted to reach out to him, guide him back to the light...but nothing worked. Tony couldn't do it, nor could you, not even his best friend of over a decade could sway his newfound mindset. You all figured it was best to keep your heads down from now on and follow Steves orders, no matter how out of line they seemed.

Not that you had a choice anyway.

Bucky was short to follow in his footsteps as his second in command. Both cruel and unforgiving. Your friendship with Bucky was practically non-exhistant, you no longer had movie nights together, giggling with big buckets of popcorn.

A simple nod of his head as he passed you down the hall was about as much as you would get. Steve wouldn't allow it now anyway.

Steve's display of affection changed alongside him, the love he made was no longer passionate, or gentle. In fact, he didn’t make love at all anymore… what he made was simply rough, hard, fucking.

The marks he left behind were no longer loving hickeys while he whispered in your ear, moaning sweet nothings as he gently thrusted his hips into your own. His eyes, gleaming with nothing but pure devotion.

They were bruises... bruises from how hard his hips slammed into your ass from behind, his grip tight on your hair, pulling and tugging as your skin became flustered at the impact of his thrusts. You missed the man he was. You often thought about that life while his cock was busy destroying your cunt. He didn’t care about your pleasure anymore, you were nothing but a hole for him to fuck.

From a distance you could hear Steves heavy boots storming down the coridoor. The sound was instantly unsettling. Your body recognising the noise as a trigger for an oncoming threat, sending you into alert mode.

You stood from your office chair on shaky legs, your posture rigid as he turned the corner to enter. His 6'4, stoic figure coming into view, casting a shadow that filled the room. His broad shoulders spread wide, his presence making your tummy tighten with unease.

He said nothing as he stared down at you, your fingers tugging at your short pink skirt- which he had chosen out for you this morning, the same way he customised your figure every morning. Claiming your dumb, baby brain was incapable of choosing an outfit that proved elegance and professionalism. In reality it was the complete opposite.

He liked to dress you in short skirts, ones that left little to the imagination, your asscheeks peeking out most days and revealing blouses, your tits practically spilling out of your shirts. You were highly sought after by the males at the compound before he came and scooped you up a few years ago.

They knew you were his, i mean he was your boyfriend for several years, you were what the female agents used to coo at, naming you as "couple goals". Where Steve went, you went, and vice versa. You were always seen smiling and giggling together, tag teaming on missons and holding hands as you explored the compound.

But, as steves power grew so did his insecurity. His possesive nature grew strong, wanting, no, needing to show other men you belonged to him, and only him. And you always would, whether you liked it or not.

"Get on your knees."

"Wh-What?"

"Get on your knees. You know i don't like to repeat myself." he growls while pushing your office door closed with one arm from behind, not daring to take his eyes of you.

You gulped as he stepped forward, caging you inbetween his thick biceps as you lean against your desk. One thing he was always good at was making you feel small. Even before all of this. Of course it wasn't anywhere near as threatening as it was now. He used to joke about how tiny you were compared to him, how he could pick you up with one hand, it was cute how big and protective he was of you.

Now, he used it to his advantage. He knew you feared him. He knew that you knew, you would never be able to run from him. He would overpower you every damn time with his brute strength.

There was no running from Steve Rogers. His thick beard scraped against your sensitive skin sending shivers down your spine as he groaned into your neck, your scent driving him wild.

He whispered darkly in your ear "Final chance. Get on your knees. Now, or you won't like what'll happen if you refuse me again."

You inhaled sharply, goosebumps spreading across your body in pure fear, or ecstacy. It was hard to tell these days. Steve had conditioned you so well to his own liking that even your body reacted to him in ways you would never fully understand. Or so he says.

Slowly you inched down towards the floor with your knees bent. The cold, rough flooring instantly proving to be uncomfortable as you figited. But Steve didn't care about that, why would he? His thick hand gripped your chin, forcing you to look up at him through hooded eyelids.

His thumb swipes across your bottom lip, he then pushes further, massaging your tongue as saliva begins to pool in your mouth. Removing his thumb slowly, he tugged on your bottom lip with pinched fingers. Before you even realised what was happening he shoves two fingers down your throat.

You sputter and gag around his thick digits, drool leaking out of the corners of your mouth, dripping onto the hard floor. Your eyes squeezed shut in pain as tears began rolling down your flustered cheeks.

His other hand is quick to grip your hair, tugging harshly. "You fuckin' look at me while daddy gags you with his fingers. Actin' like you don't get off on this shit. You love it. Say 'thankyou daddy'." he mocks with a high pitched tone.

Desperately trying to get the words out, you mumble around his fingers, seeming incoherent. He laughs darkly at your poor attempt, shoving his fingers deeper down your throat, gagging you one last time before pulling out.

"You gonna' be a good whore n' suck my dick? Huh? You fuckin' slut." His hand reaches down, pulling your shirt to the side, making your tits spill out. You hear him let out a loud groan, his pants tightening at the sight of your bare chest. He pinches your hard nipple roughly, rolling it roughly inbetween his index finger and thumb as you cry out, tears continuing to stream down your cheeks.

He shushes your cries gently as he begins to massage the same spot he previously assaulted making you keen with pleasure.

He had a thing for associating pain with pleasure, confusing your silly little brain into thinking the hurt he put you through was a good thing since pleasure soon followed. That he was rewarding you.

"Unzip me. Cmon' you dumb baby, take daddys fat cock out."

Listening to your own heartbeat in your ears, your head pounding with adrenaline, your fingers itch towards his pants. Which was apparently too slow for his liking as his grip on your hair tightens, making you sqeeze your eyes shut briefly before opening them, not wanting to anger him further.

You hurridly unzip his pants, reaching into his boxers and pulling out his cock. It's angry head pointing towards you as he grips the base with his other hand, slowing pumping his shaft over your face.

He pushes his bulbous tip into your closed lips, smearing his hot precum all over them. When you refuse to open your mouth he growls, pinching your nostrils closed. Feeling the air begin to leave your lungs, you gasp for breath and he's quick to shove his dick down your throat.

Gagging at the intrusion you cry harder, your lips stretching to fit around his thick length. his hips thrusting into your face as he fucks your throat harshly.

"That's it, you whore. Take daddys dick all the way down your throat. You fuckin' remember this the next time you try to refuse me."

His hand which was previously tugging at your hair moves towards your throat, holding you in a tight grip.

"Fuck... i can feel my fuckin' cock in that tiny throat of yours. Love it when you cry f' me, just makes me want to fuck you even harder, sweet girl." he grunts loudly over the sound of your gagging. Steve swiftly pulls his dick out as you keel over, coughing and sputtering, your throat sore from his brutal assault.

Before you even have a chance to gain your breath, his thick hands grip your shoulders, pulling you upright, bending you over your desk. Your legs shaking as he positions you so your ass is sticking out.

Lowering himself to the ground, he grips the flesh of your ass, squeezing roughly as he lifts up your skirt, briskly pulling your panties to the side. He shoves his nose into your pussy, groaning in delight at your sweet scent.

"Fuck i could live inbetween these slutty legs, your cunt's always ready for daddy, huh? Trained you so well." Your sticky juices smeared across your legs, dripping with desire, his facial hair bristling against your thighs making you squirm.

He mercilessly pushes his tongue as deep as it can go into your hole. You whimper as he laps up your wetness, his tongue prodding at your insides. Your arousal soaking his beard while your pussy clenched around his tongue. He pulls away for a moment, “God, how do you taste so fuckin’ good.” he groans.

Reaching back to grip his hair in your small fists, you go to push his face back into your cunt, completely overwhelmed with pleasure. His hand grips your wrist tightly, pining your arm to the desk, a sure reminder of who's in charge, seeming as you had forgotten your place. “Stay fuckin’ still or i’ll stop. Don’t you ever pull that shit again.”

You moan lewdly as he moves to latch onto your clit, sucking and swirling his tongue around your sensitive bundle of nerves. Groaning into your pussy as he fists his cock.

Your eyes begin to roll back as your orgasm itches closer. Steve, realising this, pulls away once again. Your juices stringing from your clit to his lips as you cry out, your orgasm beginning to fade.

"Stop with the fuckin' whining. Daddy's gonna' fuck you now. Tell daddy how much you want his cock...Cmon. No need to act all innocent now." he pressures at your hesitation.

"P-Please daddy wan' you to fuck me."

"You can do better than that." Steve husks, giving your ass a harsh smack from behind, knowing your skin will blister from his force.

Your lips quiver as you cry, "Please! N-Need your cock inside me so badly, wan' you to destroy me for anybody else. Wanna' feel you in my cervix daddy, Jus' wanna make you feel good. Love how full you make me feel. Please...I-I'll die if you don't fuck me. Pretty pretty ple-."

and before you can finish your sentence your cut off by your own scream, his cock dissapearing inbetween your folds as he bottoms out with a singular thrust. Your legs become slack as your body spasms at the intrustion, his hands grip your hips, keeping you in place as you squirm, instinctively trying to escape his hold.

"F-Fuck, Y-Your so big daddy. It hurts so bad, p-pull out!"

"Shut up." he groans as his thick hand covers your mouth from behind. “Gonna fuckin’ dog fuck you til you can’t think of anything but this fat fuckin’ cock you dirty little slut, you hear me?” he practically growls as he begins to fuck you.

The sound of clapping skin begins to fill the room, agents around the compound sure to hear the way his dick bruitalises your cunt.

"Such a filthy girl i have, always so desperate for daddy to fuck you, even when you try and deny it, i know this sweet pussy would never lie to me." He coos in your ear as you sob, your face wet with tears and saliva.

"My messy whore, see what happens when you don't listen to me? You see what a mess you become? Fuck. You look so pretty like this, this is how you should always be, filled to the brim with my fat dick.”

Steve had always loved fucking you braindead, watching as your eyes glaze over and your tongue begins to hang out of your mouth, drooling all over yourself. It made him feel powerful, like you were dependent on him. Which you were in a sense, always so needy and desperate for him to fuck you.

The impact of his animalistic thrusts turn your skin raw as he speeds up. His arm wrapping around your waist, pressing you close to him as he spreads his legs further apart, hitting a new angle inside your pussy. You let out a loud wanton moan as his balls slap against your clit.

“F-Fuck yes! H-Harder daddy.”

“Yeah? You like that? I know you do, it’s okay. Is my little girls brain goin’ fuzzy? Huh? Poor girl.” Steve mocked, amusement clear in his tone. "M' gonna' cum. Daddy please can i cum?" you whine, the knot in your stomach tightening, a warning that your orgasm was near.

"Yeah baby? You gonna' cum for me you dirty whore? Go ahead, cum all over my dick. Can feel you clenching around me, grippin' me like a fuckin' vice."

Your cream coats his length as you let out a muffled cry, biting your lip harshly as you cum.

"T-Thankyou daddy. Feels s-so good..." you babble, your thick cream creating a ring around the base of his cock. Your weight giving out once again as Steve holds you, smirking as he watches you come undone, giving you no escape from his relentless thrusts.

His thick shaft pummeling your insides as you scream with ecstacy, your pussy throbbing as he fucks you through your high.

"F-Fuck look at that... love watching your cream leak around my cock, taking this dick so good for me. Gonna' cum inside you...yeah? You want daddy to fill you up?" he groans as his own orgasm nears, talking himself through it.

"God, this cunt treats me like a fuckin' king. It's coming baby, daddys gonna cum, Oh fuck fuckkk." his hips twitch and his balls throb as his load begins to fill you, shooting out thick ropes of hot cum into your pussy. Moaning at the sensation of his warmth inside you.

“Take my fuckin’ cum. That’s it, good girl. Love watchin’ your pussy swallow my hot fuckin load, bet you love it too, hm? You slut.” he pants, exhausted from the brutal fucking he just gave you.

He snaps out of it almost instantly, pulling out without warning and tucking his softening cock back into his pants.

Giving your ass a harsh smack, he steps back. You turn to look at him, your eyes glazed over. He stares at the ground with no emotion as he combs his locks with his fingers, making himself seem presentable.

Hope fills you, your heart races as you lick your lips in anticipation, wondering if he will stay to comfort you and hold you the way he used to many months ago.

But he doesn't. You get nothing but a short glance as he turns to exit your office, slamming the door shut on his way out. You slump down against the floor, a complete mess.

Your soft cries turn to sobs, breathing rapidly, your hands gripping your hair as you raise your knees to your chest. It was almost as if he had you in a trance when he was burried inside your cunt, as soon as he was done it was like the fog in your brain had cleared.

People told you there was no bringing the old Steve back, that your sweet, caring boyfriend was gone. Replaced by a monster.

You didn't want to believe them... but maybe you should've.

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