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ameliora-j · 5 months

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Therapist!steddie x reader smut? (Naive reader) you can choose a storyline :)

𐐪𐑂 it’s twisted tuesday! send in ur requests ᵕ̈

content: smut, bully!eddie, therapist!steve, power imbalance, cnc, unprotected piv, size kink, loss of virginity, innocent!reader, naive!reader, degradation, pussy spanking, orgasm control, DARK CONTENT, THIS IS AN 18+ BLOG MDNI

“do you think that you’re learning, yn?” steve asks. “to forgive eddie, i mean.” he clarifies.

“yes, dr. harrington” you nod, smiling shyly. “i believe that i’ve forgiven him.” you say, looking to the curly-haired man who has a permanent smirk playing on his lips.

“alright then… we’ve got one more test of trust, and then we’ll be done with these forgiveness lessons” he smiles. “eddie, go and sit on the couch, please” he instructs. eddie follows orders quickly, sitting on the couch with his legs spread wide. “remove your panties, yn” steve orders.

you stand from the chair, shimmying your panties down your legs beneath your skirt as you hear eddie working his belt buckle. “today, i want you to sit on his cock. and let him use you as he pleases, okay?” dr. harrington smiles.

“okay” you nod, tucking your hair behind your ear. you turn and see eddie stroking his thick cock. he’s already leaking precum, and the tip is red and angry. you walk over to him, setting your knee on the couch as you move to straddle him.

“face me” steve corrects your positioning. you’re already nodding once more and turning around. eddie holds his cock in his right hand, grabbing your hip with his left to held guide you down on the thick shaft.

you whine as you sit slowly, squirming in slight discomfort at the burning stretch. “eddie…” you gasp around a soft moan as he’s fully bottomed out.

“oh fuck baby…” he groans, his head falling back against the couch. “your little cunt is so tight… are you a virgin, princess?” he teases, reaching to rub gently at your swollen little clit.

“yeah…” you mewl, nodding as your hips buck up against his hand. eddie and steve chuckle as the former kisses across your shoulder.

“that’s too bad…” eddie pouts. “cus ‘m not gonna be gentle” he growls. he takes your hips in a strong hold, holding you upright on his cock and forcing you to be still. “just gonna sit here and use you like my own little fleshlight… and you’re gonna take it like a good girl” he grunts.

“good girl” you moan dumbly as eddie begins moving you on his cock. true to his word, he uses you just like a fleshlight. his hands are gripping your hips tightly, doing all the work as he uses your pussy to massage his dick to an orgasm.

“you’re so fucking tight… perfect for this” he groans, his hips bucking up as he slams you down on his cock. you’re unable to help the loud cacophony of moans spilling over your lips as his cock pounds your gspot. “the perfect slut to use like a toy… i feel you clenching around me bitch” he grunts, slapping your clit roughly. “don’t you dare cum before me.”

“yes, sir!” you shriek, clenching tighter in an attempt to hold off your orgasm. it’s not long before eddie is moaning louder, lifting you on and off of his cock faster.

you feel the muscle twitching inside your cunt, beginning to leak precum as eddie lets out a pretty whine. “i’m gonna cum baby” he breathes in your ear, wrapping a hand around your throat as he pistons his hips into you. “gonna fill this slutty cunt up with my babies. take your panties home and make you leave here dripping with me” he growls.

“please…” you whimper softly, searching for something to hold onto as your body begins to shake with pleasure. “i need to… please…” you whine dumbly as you finally settle on gripping his forearm.

“cum, bitch” he growls, using his free hand to slap your clit once more. “soak my cock while i pump you full of my babies” he growls, fucking you impossibly harder.

you’re unable to stop your screams, tears falling down your face as your hips buck erratically as you squirt on him. eddie’s groans can be heard behind you as he holds you still, fucking you through your orgasm until he presses up against your cervix, spraying his cum directly into your awaiting womb.

you whine softly as you fall back against his chest lazily. “thank you, eddie…” you whisper softly.

“thank you, my little toy” he taunts, patting your clit roughly a few times.

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prettybabybaby · 2 years

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¡ 18+ only ! ¡ minors do not interact !

content warning: stealthing, forced breeding

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steve wants to see your belly round with his babies. he wants to see you waddle around with swollen feet and the radiant glow of pregnancy. he wants to cum deep inside you, fill you with his cum over and over again. he wants fuck it back into you until he has nothing left to give you, until his cum is so deep inside you that there’s no way it won’t stick.

steve wishes to breed you. he wishes to make you his submissive little housewife, delicate and warm and carrying his children in your fertile womb. he wishes to come home to you in your pretty dresses, apron wrapped around you as your kids run rampant around your home while you cook dinner in the kitchen, hands on your back, supporting your heavy stomach.

he grunts as he pounds into you with increasing fervor, dropping his head into your neck to suckle on your pulse point. you whine his name and rake your nails down his back.

steve knows you’re not on the pill. he knows you’re not ready for children, in fact, you aren’t sure you want any at all. when you’d broken the news to him, he wasn’t sure what to think. his mind had gone blank, then, to places it never had before. you are going to build a family with him. you are going to be his pretty little wife, sitting pretty at home with his kids.

the condom around his cock is a obstacle in the way of his desired family. how else is he gonna fuck his cum so deep inside of you that you feel it penetrate your womb?

he slides the thin latex off his cock before bottoming out. you feel so much better without it. he growls into your throat, loving the way your heart speeds up. can you feel the difference too? is your body aware of what he has done? is it craving his cum?

you’re squeezing him so tightly he’s sure that you want to milk him dry. he trembles as you moan wildly.

“steve,” you squeak, “gonna cum!”

he bites your throat when you spasm around him, groaning into your flesh. you go limp under his hold leaving your body at his mercy and he feels himself become impossibly harder. his submissive little girl.

steve has always wanted to fuck you raw. and now he is. he feels every dip and ridge that line your insides. he feels the spongy area within your tight walls that leaves you crying.

he fucks you eagerly, wishing to see you leak of his cum, knowing that his semen is penetrating your egg deep within you. he grabs your waist and doesn’t hold back, pushing into you as deep and hard as he can. you wail under him, eyes lined with tears. “gonna breed you,” he snarls, “gonna make such a pretty mommy, huh?”

you don’t respond, unable to with all your cries. “gonna cum so deep inside you, there’s no way it isn’t gonna stick.”

“p-pull,” your chest heaves, “out.”

his hips are flush to yours when he cums but his hips still stutter as if they wanted to go deeper.

your eyes are spilling tears and open wide as you stare up at him, “steve, i-is that…” your finger points weakly to the condom by his thigh.

he thrusts shallowly. he’d never tire of the sound of his cum being forced into your cunt. “told you I was gonna make you a mommy. my beautiful wife.”

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needlereads · 1 month

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Hardwired

dark!Steve Rogers x Reader

warnings: 18+, explicit sexual content, dubcon

Oh my, @stargazingfangirl18. Let's see what dark!Steve has been putting you through. He's very good at reading your body language. And when you ask for some space, try to question your relationship with a public figure like Steve, well, he's just going to have to invite you to his cabin for a chat.

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You knew outrunning him was unlikely. You shouldn't have come out here with him in the first place. What you weren't prepared for was how merciless Steve would be.

"I've earned a proper meal." That's what Steve had said after he caught you.

It happened as you crossed a meadow of tall grass, the sun so bright you were nearly blinded. Even with every disadvantage, that small, prey-like instinct in you had urged you to run as far from him as possible.

This wasn't the first time instinct had made you pause, made you consider retreating from Steve's attention.

He had carried you back to the cabin, laid you out on the bed for that meal he claimed you had withheld from him. He took his time, working you up again and again, savoring the taste of your arousal, yet never letting you reach that crest.

"Ah!"

"Come on, sweetheart, I wanna hear you beg. For me to stop or for you to come, I'm not picky."

You managed to gulp in a breath before he resumed torturing your clit. Steve groaned, feeling your cunt stretch tight around two of his fingers.

You bit at your lip, trying not to give him what he wanted.

He licked his lips, nipped at the dewy skin of your thigh. He adored the way you writhed in response to his touch. He thrust his fingers in you, sucking at your swollen core.

"Please," you sobbed. "Steve, I can't..."

Hearing your breathy plea at last, Steve could barely hold back. He dove upward, claiming your lips. Drank in your whimper as his cock pressed into you. You belonged to him, just like this.

If you tried retreating again, he would simply give chase.

#steve rogers x reader #x reader #steve rogers #dark!steve

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moosereblogsfics · 1 year

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No Motive

pairing: serial killer! steve x serial killer!bucky x reader

warnings: DUBCON, kind of non con, serial killer au, horror, slight dacryphilia, violence, smut, p in v, manipulation/coercion, facial, creampie, mentions of virginity loss, masturbation, MINORS DNI, dead dove do not eat. read at your own risk

summary: “Surprise, Sidney!”

a/n: this is a Scream / Grease inspired entry for @boxofbonesfic Friday The 13th challenge for Serial Killer! this is my first time writing anything dark but I had a lot of fun (i love horror/horror movies so this was a fun exercise). thank you so much bones for hosting this super fun challenge and i hope everyone had an absolutely spooktacular Friday the 13th!

word count: 1287 (cutting it close whew)

“Doors locked. Windows and blinds shut. No trips to anywhere but the grocery store or work, during daylight hours. No one is permitted to be outside of their homes after dark.”

That was what the police said. So why the hell were you outside right now? You snuck a quick glance at your boyfriend, who was driving carefree with the windows down.

“You cold, babe?” He shouted over the wind, looking over at you to flash you a cocky smirk. He looked beautiful, and that’s why you were here.

“No,” you mustered, but it was a lie. The anxiety caused by your forbidden outing induced a tremor in your hands as you pressed down your skirt. Steve would be so disappointed if he knew how you were feeling. Wasn’t this romantic? In the very least, it was what all the other couples did at school.

It was what Steve’s ex-girlfriends did with him.

You fought the urge to flip down the little vanity mirror and check your lipstick, make sure you looked pretty enough for him. Instead, you looked over at him with a smile and reached over to squeeze his thigh suggestively. That’s how you were supposed to do it, right?

The crunching of gravel under Steve’s tires drew your attention to the little road that you’ve pulled off onto. You’ve never been here, but you recognized it from its infamy— Lover’s Lake, where all the couples used to come to get a little… privacy. Nobody came here anymore, though.

Not since the killings started.

Your tongue darted out to wet your dry lips nervously, and you felt your heart pounding in fear.

“Steve, is this a good idea?” you eked out, taking your bottom lip between your teeth and nibbling at the flesh nervously. Without even looking at you, Steve grasped your chin in his forefinger and eased your lip out from your teeth before running over it with his thumb.

He’s so good to you. He knew you so well. So why didn’t you feel safe right now?

But your stomach roiled when he sighed, clearly disappointed in you as he spared an irritated look before pulling the car to stop facing the lake. “Babe, I told you this already, remember? We can’t let the killer win. When we let them control us, let them make us afraid, they win.”

“But Steve, what if the killer shows up?”

“Hey,” he said, placing a warm hand on the back of your neck and letting his fingers press on your spine. “I’m here, baby. Now go get your cute ass in the backseat.” Steve laughed when you squeaked at the pat on your butt as you made your way to the backseat.

As you sat down, you couldn’t get over how… wrong it felt. Like the ghosts of the three girls that died here were watching you, telling you to get out of here. It was disrespectful at best, dangerous for a fact. But you didn’t have it in you to say no to Steve.

He settled next to you, slinging an arm over your shoulders as the two of you looked out to the lake. Your heart beat faster when his fingers toyed with the straps of your dress and bra, before he inched them off your shoulder.

“Oops,” he laughed. It sounded harsher than you were used to, and you couldn’t hold back your discomfort anymore. You turned to him, ready to voice your objections when he captured your lips with his own.

“Steve-”

“Shh, baby,” he interrupted you, pulling down your top entirely to expose your tits to him. He kneaded the flesh between his palms, groaning and watching your nipples peak in response to his ministrations. “God, you’re so pretty. So innocent. Knew you’d be the best girlfriend a fella could ever have.” The pride that swelled within you at his words squashed the discomfort within you, and you leaned in to kiss him with a smile.

You shut your eyes, allowing yourself to get lost in his kisses as his hands wandered up and down your body. You didn’t object when he pulled your dress and bra off, pulled your panties off and laid you down on the leather seats of his car.

“You see how hard I am for you, baby?” Steve groans, grabbing your hand and putting it on his bulge as he rocked his clothed thigh against your bare core. Steve Rogers, the one guy that everyone wanted, the captain of the football team, the all-American golden boy wanted you.

Steve slid his jeans off, sitting in one of the seats as he pumped his shaft twice and pulled your hips between his legs, aligning your slick cunt with his tip and driving his hips up to inch into you. You stifled your discomfort, trying to hide your winces and the tears that sprung in your eyes as he eased into your tight hole. You couldn’t let him know that you were a virgin, what would he think?

But you knew when you met Steve’s wolfish gaze, it wasn’t something you could hide from him.

“Are you a virgin, baby?” He cooed at you, condescension lacing his tone. You nodded and shut your eyes, when the sound of the door opening forced your eyes open.

Bucky, Steve’s best friend, slid into the seat next to yours. “Getting started without me, huh, pal?” Steve laughed harshly at that, exposing your body for Bucky to see. Mortification sent blood rushing through your body but Steve didn’t seem to care as he squeezed and flicked your tits, continuing to fuck into you. “You gonna let me join in, Stevie?”

“Not this time,” Steve grunted, turning to Bucky as he used your body. “This one’s a virgin.”

“Lucky,” Bucky asserted, unbuckling and sliding his already-hard cock out from his jeans. “Spit,” he instructed you, putting his hand in front of your mouth then using it as lubrication to stroke himself as he watched Steve fuck you. “You wanna cry, baby?” he asked you as he watched you, noting the stiffness of your body. “Yeah, I bet it hurts. C’mon, then, cry.”

You let the tears flow freely from you as Steve picked up the pace, uncaring about your pain as he drove further into you. But it didn’t take long for the pain to shift to pleasure, the fullness from Steve making your head loll against his shoulder.

Bucky pulled you down to face his cock, surprising you as he sprayed his release on your face, almost making you cry again as his cum mixed with your lipstick. Inexplicably, though, it triggered that blissful feeling that you’ve only felt on your own, clenching tighter on Steve’s cock as your vision whited out.

“Shit, you like that?” Steve snickered, cumming into you as your body slacked. He pulled you off unceremoniously, swinging you into his arms only to dump your nude body in the passenger seat. “I gotta go piss,” he called out, slamming the door as Bucky trailed behind him.

Bored, you opened the glovebox in search of napkins to clean your face, but when your fingers brushed against dainty metal, your heart stuttered.

Inside Steve’s glovebox lay three bloodstained necklaces, ones that you knew belonged to the dead girls because you recognized each little pendant— Darla’s pink rhinestone, Charlotte’s teddy bear, Jeanie’s heart locket.

“You weren’t supposed to see that, sweetheart,” Steve said from behind you. You saw the blood from your neck spray onto the windshield before you got the chance to scream.

“That’s gonna be a pain to get out,” Bucky commented, before the darkness swallowed you whole.

#dark fic #dark!steve #dark!bucky #serial killer!steve #serial killer!bucky #scream inspired dark fic #boxofbonesfic friday the 13th challenge #horror au #moosereblogsfics' writings #dead dove do not eat #dark!stucky x reader

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golden-ariess · 7 months

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Worth It

Pairings: Stalker! I.T Steve

Warnings: Lurking/ Stalking (Please do not read if any of this content is triggering to you!)

A/n: Hello! It's been such a long time since I've shared anything. I'm at work. I sat down this morning and decided to write this instead of doing anything at my desk 👀.

Enjoy!

(Steve just wants to see you happy after all)

Waking up an hour early would be worth it.

Listening to finance bros drone on and on about their latest trade, and how much they expected in returns at 7 am loudly in the buildings coffee shop was worth it.

Nearly spilling his own drink trying to make it to your desk in time was worth it.

Seeing your smile would be his special treat for the day.

Steve slipped into your office under the covers of the early morning hours. Making brisk work of placing your favorite fall drink on your desk before anyone arrives in your department.

The week wasn't kind to you. Steve watched as you received email after email asking you to cover for your colleague, who picked up a bug that's been making its way around the office.

To say you were stressed was an understatement.

Steve was worried about you. You were the first to come in and the last to leave. You hadn't even logged into your Netflix account to watch your usual shows. Steve was missing spending that time with you. Simultaneously putting on whatever show you decided to watch. He didn't feel as close to you this week.

He was hoping this hot cup of your favorite fall drink would help brighten your gloomy week.

He quickly grabbed a sticky note and scribbled a note for you. He had to get out of your office, but not before cutting your webcam on. He couldn't wait to see you this morning.

Friday.. you felt like you could see the light at the end of the tunnel. This week was hellish, but Friday, your sweet savior had arrived.

You made your way through the office flicking on lights, opening the blinds. Today would be a good day, you could feel it.

Moving briskly to your office door. Your mind raced, a long list already forming of a million things in mind to get wrapped up today.

Sitting down with your purse and keys. You noticed a large Starbucks cup sitting at the end of your desk. You reached for the note it sat on top of.

You grinned at the note. This was so sweet. You needed to hear that after this long week.

Taking a sip from the cup, the cool foam and warm drink met you like an open hug. This was your favorite drink to get when the season changed.

Angie must have dropped this off for you. She'd been your rock this week as you IM back and forth about the work that didn't stop pulling up.

The sweet drink set the tone for the workday at hand.

Today would be a great day. You made quick work to put on your favorite playlist. Sipping your drink, glancing at the sweet note and smiling.

You were ready to power through Friday.

Steve couldn't help the wide grin spread across his face. He watched as you sipped and typed away at your desk.

You were happy.

All he needed was to see your smile, that had been few and far in-between this week.

He pressed play on the same playlist you'd just made and got to work with his own task for the day.

He knew getting up early this morning would be worth it.

Hope you enjoyed this little drabble!

My writing is a little rusty but hopefully I can post more soon 💛.

#I.T Stalker! Steve #dark!fic #dark steve rogers #Dark!Steve #soft dark fic

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binkszamsstuff · 1 year

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Red

Very dark Steve! Mob Steve! Non con! Reader and Steve have a child. Angst!! Lots of grammar and spelling mistakes I’ll edit in the morning or never who knows🤷🏻‍♀️❤️

Red. the pain, the hurt, the passion, the love, everything was red. He was toxic, he was the obsessive. And you were his feen, his drug, his obsession , his love. But the days blurred, the lines no longer were standing, they had fallen. The fights, the late nights, the guessing and questions that went unanswered by him. It was a house on fire, it was red.

There was no time in the day to plan, with his anger, and yours. It was spontaneous, the fight had started because of steves affairs. The lying, the cheating, he ruined you, tore down all walls, made you just as obsessed with him as he was with you. Just to leave you in the dust, to cheat. To add gasoline to the fire that was you, or what was left of you anyhow.

Peggy was a glossy, classy woman with the perfect bubble of power and wittiness. She was everything you weren’t. You were messy, hazed with trouble, a woman gone mad by a man who drove her there. You were his frankenstein, you were old pieces of yourself glued back together again. The young, innocent, naive, funny, charming, and free girl was now chained to the scars he left.

You ran out of the house in the early morning, he came home late yet again. You had stayed up waiting for him, going to confront him in his act. Thats exactly what you did, but the end was not what you pictured. You hopped that he would hold you, say you were wrong, make love to you like in the beginning.

“Are you cheating on me?’ you asked quietly, you sat on the bed. You couldnt took at him.

“I dont want to have this conversation with you, it’ll only hurt you” steve spoke. That was all the answers you needed. You started to yell, scream, through insult after insult.

“I knew it! You’re scerwing peggy! Huh you’re fucking your secretary!” you yelled in his face crying. He rolled his eyes at you and shoved you to the side going to the bathroom to get ready for bed.

“Im tried of this steve” you sobbed walking to the closet grabbing any bag in sight packing up everything.

Once steve heard you say that so defeated he knew that you were serious about leaving him. You and him had lots a fights because of his actions but everytime he kissed it better. He drew back in promising his love and that it will never happen again. But it always does. Steve now had his suite jacket off, his selves rolled up, strands of his hair in hs face,

“You’re not leaving me” he stated

“Watch me” you said back in anger, masking the sadness.

“y/n i own you, you’re mine! You cant leave me baby” he said getting angry.

“You cheated steve! Again. I-i cant do this i cant sit here and wait for you to love me again. We are not the people we were when we first started dating. I cant and wont be the drunk housewife waiting for her husband whose never gonna come back because his mistress.” you were out of breath from crying and talking so fast while packing.

Steve stepped closer “baby come on its me! Its us! We always get through stuff like this!” he tried to manipulate you with his soft words but this time it wouldn’t work. the naive girl you used died, not even a ghost left of her

“We wouldnt have to “get through this stuff” if you didnt cheat and fuck other women.” you held up air qoutes while talking.

“I love you” steve pulled you in near, kissing the top of your head. You sobbed in his chest, hurt, angry, betrayed. The three year relationship was now smoke, the fire was all burnt out. The engagement ring heavy on your finger, it was a line of whispered lies and i love yous.

Steve drew you to the bed, kissing his way up your neck. His hands sliding down your frame gripping your hips. His false hope whispered in your ear and apologies that didnt have any meaning stuck to you, like a cigarette burn. He took off your clothes and gently laid you on the bed. ‘When was the last time he was gentle with me?’ you thought to yourself as he kissed and licked at you lower lips.

“Say something baby, tell me you wont leave me, that you love me” he begged like he was the victim. You stayed silent, numb.

“prettybaby i love you. Say it back! I need you! I cant live with out you!” both of you now naked on the bed. he pushed himself into your entrance, all you could do was cry.

Steve begged and whined for you back but little did he know the car was running outside waiting to escape him and this burning house.

Steve fell asleep hugging you, his head resting on your tummy his arm wrapped around you. You ran your fingers through his hair, soaking up what was left of the man you used to know, he was burned alive, gone. You slowly pushed him off of you and got dressed, grabbing the bags on clothes and bathroom care you walked out. You looked around the house as you left, the nicknacs and photos of you and steve. The nursery that sat empty. Steve promised children but then came peggy. You kissed your engagement ring and then placed it on the entry table by steves keys.

Getting in the car and speeding off in to what was left of the mess steve made of you.

One year later-

A wail of a new born was calling out to you in the dead of the night. You never got frustrated being a single mother, reminding yourself when you caught yourself being negative that you could still be with steve. Penny was three months old and her blonde curly hair was sticking in every which way. It made you giggle.

“Hi! Mommys here its okay penny girl” you picked her up rocked her in your arms.

She might be steve daughter but you never let her know what pain she was created from, you would never let her end up like steve nor you.

“Mama loves you” you said as she closed her big eyes again just needing comfort from her mom to make her feel better. Steve didnt know that the night that the two of you had sex before you left was the cause of a beautiful little girl. He had tried to call, and text you put after smaing you phone and leaving to state of New York for Washington you knew he wouldnt find you.

You lived in a little white house with a garden in a small town tucked away from the crazy and hurt.

You sat in the rocking chair in pennys room rocking her, your tiredness was catching up to you. Just as your eyes started to close he spoke from the depths of the darkness that was the closet.

“Oh prettybaby you are such a good little mommy, just like i knew you would be” he walked closer.

You screamed. Getting up with penny in your arms backing away from him trying stumble to the door backwards,

“Get out. Steve get out! I-i cant-” you sobbed your hold on penny grew tighter.

“Baby its okay, i wont hurt you. y/n im so proud of you, look at the life you built for our little girl, now i am mad you didnt tell me you were pregnant. But baby she is gorgeous. Now i need you to decide either you come home or we can live out here. Ya know i kinda love it here. Good thinking babe this is great place to rise kids”

You sobbed harder.

“How did you find us” you asked crying, so scared.

“Oh baby dont be naive, i will always find you”

“You cant be in our life, your toxic and i wont rase my daughter in the life we used to have. She wont end up like us! You cant be here! You ruined me!’ you sobbed and hyperventilated. He slowly walked closer like approaching an injured animal

“Baby i know i know, i was wrong and mean and cruel to you. I was blind i thought you would always be there for me. I took you for granted. Shes gone y/n, i got rid of peggy, shes taking a long nap and i aint ever gonna hurt you like that again. I need you baby…..and i need to be in my daughters life. I cant live without you nor am i gonna be able to leave her all alone now too” he explained

“I wanna have a good life, nothing like the one we used to have. You scare me steve and you’ve hurt me” you said looking at little penny who had a frown on hef face, she could read the distress from her mother.

“y/n look at me!” steve grabbed your face in his hands and made you look at him. “I will make it up to you i promise. I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you baby. I cant live without you” you shock your head no

“Its okay i get it y/n we need time, but im not going anywhere” steve spoke again.

“Come on lets put penny girl back in ger crib and go to bed” steve guided you to the crib and put penny down. She was right back to being cozy and sleepy. Steve pulled you in a hug while you sobbed into his chest, he was sliding his hand over your hair while shushing you.

“Come one lets go to sleep.” steve took your hand in his and leaded you back to your room. You laid down still crying, steve undressed himself down to his boxers and then joined you. He spooned you.

“I’ve missed you so much baby” was the last thing you heard before falling into slumber because you had cried yourself to sleep in his arms.

The house was burnt but in its ashes something new rose.

Authors note; i know some people will not understand why she didnt fight more, and the reason why was because she was in shock. It been and year and he shows up and shes like oh crap he found me and our now daughter. She is really scared of him and numb. Also steve is a mob boss by the way.

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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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boxofbonesfic · 2 years

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Okayyy, potential trope for you. Let's see if I can get your gears turning.

It's nice to meet your idol, right? Maybe it's your favorite actor or musician.

Say, our dear reader finally scores tickets to a meet and greet of some sort. She's been saving up for a while and she's very excited to meet [guy of your choosing]. Said man takes an interest in the reader and invites her to an after party. While initially excited, once there, the reader sees this isn't exactly what it's cracked up to be.

One specifically for Cap. Similar to the plot above but not an AU. Captain America saves the reader's life in one of the many attacks on New York lol. The reader delivers baked goods to Steve as a thank you, but it seems he has other plans. American's Golden Boy may not be as sweet as everyone thinks.

Title: Baker’s Dozen

Pairing: Dark!Steve x Baker!Reader

Wordcount: 1,378

Summary: You just want to deliver a personal thanks to the man who saved your life.

Warnings: Dark, Implied Noncon, Drugging, Burnt Fluff, Meet Cute, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, MINORS DNI

A/N: i had so much fun writing this, even though it took three tries! Unedited and unbeta’d, I do not consent for this or any work to be posted anywhere else by anyone but me. Read at your own risk, and mind the warnings. Enjoy!

The elbow narrowly misses the box of cupcakes in your hands, but only because you turn away just in time, taking the unassuming blow to your side instead. You grunt with pain, and the blonde who’d elbowed you looks back over her shoulder. Her eyes track over you like she’s sizing you up.

“Sorry.” You can tell by the curl of her lip that she isn’t sorry at all. “We’ve just been waiting here so long, I was stretching out.” She’s wearing a Captain America t-shirt, Steve’s smiling face looking out at you soullessly from the image. “Have you been here long?”

You’d been waiting longer than she had—but unlike her, you weren’t there as a fan, not really.

“Yeah,” you reply tartly. “A while.” Her obligational apology complete, the blonde turns back to the tower entrance, standing on her tip-toes to catch a peek of the heroes inside. You were in awe of them, but not like her. Last year, during the invasion of New York, Steve Rogers had personally saved your life. The memory is still so vivid that it sours your stomach.

Horrible, alien chattering, the smell of charred flesh—no thoughts, only cold, clear panic—bodies, under the rubble, under cars, in the street, running—and then him. Cutting down your pursuers with a precision that chilled you to think about.

“It’s okay, doll. Let’s get you out of here, okay?”

You wouldn’t be here without him.

The crowd begins to murmur, people jostling you as they begin clamoring for a glimpse of the people approaching the tower. The low murmur rises, becoming a dull hum and then louder as the street began to echo with the shouts of adoration. It’s like the Avengers are celebrities, not heroes, the way people scream and fawn. You clutch your container as the sea of people rocks you, praying you don’t lose hold of it.

All of them are there—Natasha, the Black Widow, Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, Thor—and Steve Rogers. You try to go over your script in your head again, trying to remember all the parts. Hi, I just wanted to thank you for—

“Tony! Tony Stark!” Someone behind you screams. “I love you!” His head swivels in your direction, and your face burns with secondhand embarrassment.

“These for me?” He asks you, smirking as he gestures to the box.

“I, er, well actually—” The blonde elbows accidentally-on-purpose again, and this time your box slips from your grasping fingers, and tumbles face down onto the concrete.

“Ooops.”

You bite your lip as Tony bends down to collect the card inside, swiping a glob of frosting off of the front of it, before his eyes flick up to you.

“Not for me, then.” He looks over his shoulder. “Capsicle, this one’s all you.” Your heart hammers in your chest at his words, and embarrassed tears begin gathering in your eyes. You’d gone to a lot of trouble to wait here, just to thank him. There were others he’d saved, you know that, but… still.

This was stupid anyway.

Steve pulls the card from Tony’s fingers, and your face heats as his eyes move over the thank you written on the inside. You’d rather hoped you wouldn’t be around when he read it, but then again, you’d hoped he’d actually be able to eat the cupcakes you’d spent the better part of this morning—and yesterday night—slaving over. But instead, they were smashed on the sidewalk, and he was reading your card right in front of you.

“I, I—”

“You made these for me?” He asks, and you swear steam must be pouring out of your ears, from the heat of your cheeks.

“Yes,” you murmur, clearing your throat before repeating yourself, louder. “Yes. I wanted to say, um. Thank you. For saving me.” He flashes you one of those million watt smiles you’ve seen him give on television, and your chest tightens.

“Well I’ll tell you what. Since I didn’t get to eat these, why don’t we try this again?”

“Again?” You repeat stupidly, your brows knitting together.

“Again.” He confirms with a nod and a wider smile. “Why don’t you come by again tomorrow evening?” His eyes flick to the blonde beside you. “Less chance of any more accidents.” Steve winks at you, and you stammer out a yes. “Perfect. Lookin’ forward to it, doll.”

—

This time, security escorts you into the building, your last two cupcakes clutched against your chest. The same blonde is out there again, and she glares daggers at your back as the black paneled doors close behind you. Steve is waiting for you in the lobby.

“You made it,” he says, waving. “Good.”

Stiffly, you hold out the container. “This is, um. For you.” He takes it, and you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear nervously. “I just. I didn’t get to say thank you, that time. I know you probably don’t even remember, but—”

“Thirty fourth street.” He says, softly. You don’t realize he’s talking to you at first, until his eyes find yours. “Right? That’s where you were.” Your heart is pounding so loud you’re sure he can hear it. “I remember you.”

You swallow thickly. “O-oh.”

“Why don’t you come up? I can’t eat both of these by myself.” He says, wiggling the container a little. The delicately frosted roses inside are some of your best work, it had been a particular blow to see them get destroyed yesterday.

“I, I shouldn’t, I—”

“Nonsense. Please, I insist. I won’t consider myself properly thanked unless you eat one of these amazing looking cupcakes with me. Please.”

You hedge for a moment longer before nodding. “Alright. It’s just… I eat too many of them anyway,” you joke, trying to ease the tension. He smiles, heading for the elevators. His room is high up, on a floor that makes you dizzy when you look out of the window and down to the street. It’s more like an apartment than a room, and you wonder dryly if Tony Stark is a decent landlord.

Steve steers you over to the kitchen, seating you at the island. “Anything to drink?”

“Water, please.”

“I’ve got… sparkling? I think Tony stocks this stuff,” he mutters, and you laugh.

“I’ll take one off your hands.”

You fiddle with your phone as he pours it into a glass, and slides it across the counter to you. With barely concealed anticipation, you watch him open up the container, and remove the blue rose cupcake from its wrapping. You take a sip of the water, immediately regretting it as the bubbles spark and burn against your throat.

“You like to bake, doll?”

“I had my own bakery,” you say, chasing a few stray droplets of water from your lips. “You know, before.”

“I’m sure your boyfriend is very proud of your success.”

Your face goes hot. “I, um, I don’t—”

“No? I find that hard to believe.” His gaze feels heavy as it rests on you. “You’re so sweet.” He takes a bite, and the resounding moan makes you want to squirm in your seat. “That’s amazing. Knew it would be,” he wipes a dot of frosting from his cheek, and you take another big swallow of your water. “You know, out of all the people I saved, you’re the only one to come and thank me personally?”

You blink slowly at him, processing the words. You don’t know why it takes you a moment longer than it should.

“N-no? That’s terrible.” The words feel clumsy in your mouth, like there are too many syllables in them.

“Oh yes. You know, I remembered you,” he reaches across the counter to touch your arm, and his hand lingers. “Sweet, soft,” his voice drops lower. “Alone.”

Your stomach lurches, and the room tilts as you try to scramble away from him. The floor—how did you end up on the floor?—is cold beneath your clammy palms as Steve comes around the island.

“You’re sweet on me, doll, admit it. I don’t mind,” he says, dropping to a squat in front of you. Steve licks the rest of the icing from his fingers, taking his time with each. “Because I think I’m sweet on you, too.”

fin

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hey baby!!! okay so i love this twisted tuesday idea you have!! Ive never sent in something like this i hope im doing this right, but can we have a little smutty stalker!steve blurb 👀👀👀

hi angel!! you did it right,, but for next time add a scenario :)) i goctchuu tho i love stalker!steve

𐐪𐑂 it’s twisted tuesday ! send in ur dark au requests :>

content: nsfw, masturbation (f!receiving), cumplay, degradation, stalker!steve, ALL ACTS ARE PERFORMED BETWEEN CONSENTING ADULTS! THIS POST IS 18+ MDNI!

𐐪𐑂 𐐪𐑂 𐐪𐑂

you know how bad i want you… steve’s voice rang in your head as you read his handwritten letter to you. it was covered in a weird, slimy, sticky substance. you were straddling your pillow, rutting your hips against it in the sweatshirt steve had given you earlier. he’d come out of nowhere, truly.

you were standing in the bleachers with your friends, shivering violently, teeth chattering loudly. you’d worn a skirt and a small crop top and were regretting it now in the brisk november. the wind was whipping hard, frost biting at you cheeks when suddenly… steve appeared.

“christ, yln, ya look like ya freezin your ass off” he tsked softly. “why didn’t ya cover up petal?” he frowned.

“d-didn’t… didn’t think it’d be s-so… c-c-cold” you stammered, teeth still clanking together loudly, causing the sensation of vibrations to flow through your jaw.

steve frowned deeply, you looked like you were close to tears—and if there was one thing steve hated, it was seeing his pretty princess cry. “here, sweet thing” he murmured, shuffling the sweatshirt he wore under his jean jacket off of his body and over your head.

“thank you, stevie” you’d murmured, smiling as you leaned into him for more warmth… you wear those slutty little skirts for me. you know i can see your little ass cheeks peeking out of them. and you know how much it turns me on, slut…

you gasped as you continued to read the letter, gyrating your hips against the curve of the pillow. you pushed the hoodie flush up to your nose, causing butterflies to swim in your tummy and your heart so skip a beat. you looked at the clock, then at your window. steve would be there any minute. you knew where her hid, but he was unaware you knew. in truth, you enjoyed his attention. having your own personal little pervert.

you saw the trees rustle and smiled as steve appeared in the window. this is where the real show began... i see you every night, grinding on your little pink pillows, whimpering and whining like the pathetic slut you are…

you stuttered over your next breath, reaching climax quicker than you had anticipated. your hips developed a mind of their own, chasing your orgasm clumsily with no rhythm… i want you to do me a favor when you cum, sweetheart. rub my dirty perv cum all over your face and smile for the camera. i know you know where it’s at…

that last line sent you over the edge. you gripped the pillow tightly, your hips bucking wildly against it. your pushed your fingers into your mouth, licking and lapping at his cum that was dripping down them as you looked at steve through the window.

you registered the flash of light, and smiled knowing that you had a new cum stained picture to look forward to in the mail next week.

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