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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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late-to-the-party-81 · 1 year

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Colourblind

AN: this was written for Roo’s Mini March Madness and my prompts were Shoelaces, plaid shirt and panties in the mouth. I hope this tickles your fancy @darkficsyouneveraskedfor

Beta’d by Tits McGee herself, @yarnforbrains

Dividers by @firefly-graphics and moodboard/banner by me

Master list

Relationship: Dark! Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 3.5k

CW: THIS IS A DARK FIC! Non-Con, Steve is a ‘nice guy’, Manipulation, Invasion of privacy, Kidnap, Knocking out (through removal of air flow), Forced Orgasm, Somnophilia, Bondage, ‘Basement Wifing’, Delusion.

With your eyes closed and your arms outstretched, you took a deep breath and took in the fresh air, feeling the warm sun on your skin. This was the new start that you needed.

When the way that you worked changed due to the pandemic, you took the opportunity to make the most of remote working and gave up the parts of the corporate rat-race you hated. You sold your soul-less apartment in the city and moved up-state to the rolling hills and tall mountains, where you could reconnect with nature and heal your inner self.

Years of stress, compounded by bad relationship after bad relationship had left you hankering for solitude. You still had some parts of your job that had to be done in person, but travelling back to the city for two nights a month didn’t seem so bad when the rest of the time you would be here, in your simple woodland sanctuary.

This move hadn’t been done totally on a whim; you’d done research into where you could be that was out of the way enough, but wouldn’t leave you struggling with all the chores needed. In the end you’d managed to find a place that had an electricity supply for lights and an internet connection, so you wouldn’t have to worry about a generator, but still required a wood burner for heating and hot water. That you could manage. Your mail would go to a PO box at the general store in the local town, and you planned to go once a week to stock up on the basics.

You’d arrived yesterday and spent most of the time since your arrival unpacking and sorting. But this morning when you’d awoken, the sun coming in through the curtains had been so inviting there was no way you could immediately resume your inside tasks without doing a little exploring and getting that peace that you’d moved here for.

You did have a vague idea of what the local area was like - you’d researched that as well, but you hadn’t had the chance to explore on foot before your arrival. You knew that in addition to the rough road that led to town, there was a small path, worn by pairs of feet over the years, to the neighbouring property that sat about 2 miles away. You supposed now was as good a time as any other to introduce yourself to your new neighbour - it would be a blessing if you could be on good terms with them.

You made your way along the narrow track, enjoying the way the trees formed a canopy, letting dappled light through. The area was teeming with life, and you saw more flowers in 100 yards than you ever saw from the window of your old apartment. In the distance, you saw a few deer, and you stilled and held your breath as they lifted their heads, scented you on the air, and then disappeared further into the trees. Then, on top of that were all the birds. You had no interest in ornithology, but even your untrained eyes and ears could pick out half a dozen different species. All in all, the walk was exactly what you’d hoped it would be - a soul soothing experience. Hopefully, if all went well with your neighbour and you made a new friend, it would be one you’d repeat regularly.

The path in front of you widened and the trees thinned, and between them you could see another cabin, similar to your own. As you approached, you could hear a rhythmic noise, and it took you a moment to realise it was the sound of wood being competently split with an axe. You blinked as you came out of the shade, using your hand to shield your eyes, and you followed the sound around the side of the cabin, ready to meet your neighbour.

You didn’t know exactly what you were expecting, but the apparent ‘Greek God come to life’, there in front of you, was not it. He was tall - well over 6 foot - with broad shoulders straining the seams of his plaid shirt, a narrow waist and a denim-clad ass that looked like you could easily bounce a dime off it. You stepped on a small branch that cracked under your foot and he spun round, as if anticipating trouble. You were mesmerised though. His hair, both on his head and in his beard, glowed golden in the sunlight. His blue eyes, as deep and dangerous as the ocean, held yours captive, even as they narrowed. Your body thrummed with desire, a feeling that was almost alien to you. And there was just something about him that struck you as… familiar?

“Who are you?” His voice was gruff, like he hadn’t used it in a while, although you supposed if he lived here alone and had no-one to talk to regularly, that was highly likely. You swallowed and plastered a smile onto your face, forcing your strange reaction down. You held out your hand.

“Umm, hi! I’m your new neighbour. Just moved into the cabin at the other end of the trail.” You managed to give him your name as you trailed off. You were worried for a second at his unwelcoming expression and the way he was still holding his axe, but then his lips twitched, and he swung the axe down into the chopping block. With one stride, he was suddenly closer, enclosing your hand in his much larger one.

“Nice to meet you, neighbour. I’m Steve. And welcome to the neighbourhood.” He chuckled at his little joke, and it put you at ease. “What brings you to this little slice of paradise?” He released your hand, and you found that you missed the warmth of his.

“Looking for a quieter life, really. I don’t need to be in an office all the time to do my job, so I thought I might as well pack up, move out, and lead a simpler life.”

He looked at you, eyes searching as though trying to work out what to make of you.

“‘I’? Not ‘we’?”

You looked down at your feet, feeling small under his gaze, and started to pick at your nails.

“Definitely ‘I’. I’m hoping some time out here - to myself - will make me better at identifying red flags.”

Steve snorted.

“Well, all the green out here should help. What have you got planned for the rest of your day?”

His friendly attitude had you looking back up at him.

“A bit more unpacking, a bit of wood chopping for the stove, and then a run into town to sort out my PO Box and get some groceries. It’s probably going to be a bit of a rush after taking time out for a walk and coming to meet you, but I just needed to connect with nature, you know?”

“I understand perfectly, doll. ‘S why I’m out here too. Had to get away from it all and spend some time by myself. Still do a bit of consulting, every now and again, but I’m lucky enough that I don’t need to work regularly any more. Oh, and don’t worry about wood chopping - I’ve got more than enough here - I tend to go a little overboard, get lost in the repetitive action. How about I drive some round to you in a bit, and then I can give you a lift down into town? I gotta go anyway, and it seems silly for us to both use up fuel.”

You started a little at the suggestion. It felt wrong to accept the help from him, having only been acquainted for less than half an hour, as well as the ‘stranger danger’ aspect. But… it would make your life easier, and you weren’t getting any ‘weird’ vibes from him since his initial confrontational facade had worn off.

“If you’re sure you really don’t mind?”

He smiled down at you and it lit up his face.

“Would I offer if I minded? And besides, it’s the neighbourly thing to do. Shall I come round about midday? We can head on down and then I can show you the best place to eat in town. Sound good?”

You nodded in agreement. “Sounds good, Steve.”

It was the beginning of your friendship. Steve kept you supplied with chopped wood and drove you both down to town once a week, and in return you walked over to his cabin every couple of days, bringing him pies and cookies and your conversation. When you were in town, you started shopping for groceries, and Steve would collect both your and his mail, and you’d meet up at the dinner. It was nice and uncomplicated, and you were happy to have a male friend that didn’t set your alarm bells ringing.

3 months later

“Steve?”

It was Thursday morning, one of your regular days for coming over to see your neighbour. You’d felt a bit like ‘Little Red Riding Hood’ this morning as you’d placed the apple pie in your old style basket so you could carry it over to Steve’s cabin without damaging it.

You were hoping that he was in a better mood today. It was clear to you that something had been bothering him the last couple of weeks. He seemed to be more worried about your safety, trying to get you to stay longer and offering to come over and check on you more often. You weren’t sure what had started his paranoia. Maybe you could drag it out of him today over a slice of pie?

However, when you arrived in the clearing and made your way around the side of his house, he wasn’t there chopping wood like he normally was. His truck was still out front though, so maybe he was inside. You trotted back around, climbing up the veranda steps to rap on the door.

“Hello! Steve?” The door was slightly ajar, and you called through the gap.

“I’m in here, honey!”

Honey? Why was Steve calling you that? Odd.

You pushed the door open and walked in. Steve was standing in the corner by his stove, a cast iron skillet resting on the top, with something sizzling within it. He wiped his hands on a dish towel and turned towards you, a wide smile on his face. You smiled in return, glad to see he was in a better mood today.

“What have you brought me, doll? You know your baking is the highlight of my week.”

You waved your hand at him in a shoo-ing gesture, feeling heat travel up your neck and to your cheeks.

“Steve! Don’t embarrass me. And if my cooking is the highlight of your week, then you need to get out more.”

He cocked his head to the side, eyes sparkling.

“But I don’t wanna get out more. Sorta the point of living all the way up here, just like you.”

He had a point

“Touche.”

You breezed past him, your cotton dress swishing around your knees, as you made your way to his kitchen counter, placing your basket upon it and lifting out the pie. Steve came up behind you and peered over your shoulder. Part of your brain was disturbed by how close he was to you, but the other part reassured you that it was just Steve. He was so big that he felt close, no matter where he was in the room in relation to you.

“Oooh, apple! How’d you know it was my favorite, doll?”

You turned your head over your shoulder to look up at him. He really was a handsome man, and if you weren’t set on your path of self improvement and being man-free, you could easily do something stupid, but you didn’t want to lose his friendship.

“Who doesn’t like apple pie?”

He chuckled.

“You won that point, sweetheart. Will you stay for lunch? I’m cooking steak.”

You were sorely tempted. It did smell delicious, and all you had planned for you back at your cabin was grilled cheese and some soup. As you contemplated you nibbled your lower lip.

“I really shouldn’t. I’ve got some work to do, and I don’t want to impose.”

“Don’t be silly, honey. You fit right in, in here. Makes it feel more homely when you’re around. But how come you’ve still got work?”

“You know, cos I work.”

His brow furrowed.

“No, you don’t.”

What?

“Umm, yes I do.”

“You are silly, doll. You did work, but you resigned, remember?”

You spun around to face him and found yourself trapped between his large frame and the counter, his arms barricading you in. A prickle of unease made its way up your spine.

“No I didn’t. I think I’d remember if I resigned from the job I love.”

“But you love me more than that silly job though, don’t you, honey? You resigned so you could be with me. Live here and keep me company and have our babies.” He smiled at you. A smile you didn’t recognise on his face. Ducking under his arm you stomped across the room.

“I don’t know what type of joke you’re trying to make, Steve, but it’s not funny.

You started to make your way towards the door, but found yourself pulled to a stop by Steve’s arms wrapping around you. In other circumstances this would be wonderful, but with the way Steve was acting and things he was saying, you were entirely freaked out.

“Steve! Let me go! I’m not in the mood. I want to go home and I’ll speak to you later when you can be nice.”

You repressed a shiver as his face came down to your neck, his nose sliding up it, followed by his beard, that rasped and tickled over your sensitive skin.

“I am being nice, honey. And you don’t need to go anywhere. You are home.”

You tried to break out of his hold, but his arms were like steel bands around your frame.

“Steve! It’s not funny any more. I have work to do.”

He growled low in his throat, and you froze.

“I told you, you don’t have work any more. You might not have sent the letter, but I knew you wanted to be here with me. It was easy to get their address from your payslip when I picked up your mail. Told them you didn’t want to be contacted, and they just had to accept it.”

As his words settled in your brain, your struggles began anew, and with more vigour. Steve wasn’t just being strange, he was downright deluded! You kicked at his shins and tried to wriggle out of his grip, chanting “Let me go! Let me go!” But all Steve did was shush you, like you were a toddler having a tantrum.

“Shh, shh, honey. Don’t be like this. You accused me of not being nice, but what is this, huh?”

One of his large hands came up over your mouth, and he pinched your nose between his finger and thumb. Your eyes went wide with panic as your head started to swim.

“Calm down, doll. Take it easy. That’s it. That’s it. Sleep now.”

Your vision went spotty as your heels kicked ineffectually against him, your lungs burning as you started to run out of air. Then it all went dark.

Your body trembled, waves of pleasure running through you, despite the uncomfortable ache in your shoulders and arms. The ecstasy continued, and you whined, not knowing if you wanted it to stop or continue. It had been so long since you’d felt it and…

Your memory returned like a flood. Your eyes shot open to see Steve’s blue eyes looking up at you from between your legs, where he was feasting on your cunt, bringing you to your peak even as you lay unconscious. Those pools of ocean blue danced when he saw your awareness come back in, and he sucked harder, tipping your traitorous body back over the edge, moans leaving your mouth against your will.

As you came back down from your orgasm,and gained more control over yourself, you tried to shift, moving your legs up the bed and away from him, but a sudden twist caused pain to arch down your arm. That’s when you realised that both your upper limbs were bound above your head. You drew your gaze away from a grinning Steve - a Steve whose beard was soaked from your release - to peer up at how you were tied.

Shoelaces. Tied around your wrist, loose enough that they wouldn’t cut off your blood supply, but tight enough that you couldn’t slide your hand out unless you managed to dislocate both your thumbs.

Steve crawled up the bed slowly, but you couldn’t get away. He cupped your face and kissed you, your own scent filling your nose as he forced your mouth open and invaded you with his tongue. The denim of his jeans scraped your thighs, thighs that were sensitive and raw from the burn of his beard as he’d violated you.

“Hey, welcome back, honey. Sorry I started without you, but you looked so sweet, I couldn’t help myself. Been waiting a long time, ever since Wilson and Barnes told me that a beautiful young thing was interested in the property.”

Wilson and Barnes? That was the name of the realtor company that had brokered the sale of your cabin to you. How did Steve know them?

“My old friends knew exactly what I needed in my retirement. I spent so long saving the world - it owed me. And look… it gave me you, honey. And we’re going to be so happy. I know it. You just gotta let yourself get used to it.”

He was mad. Saving the world? What on earth did he mean?

“And when you’re ready, you can be Mrs. Rogers. Would you like that, sweetheart? How many ladies get the opportunity to get married to one Captain America, while another and the Winter Soldier act as witnesses.”

Rogers? How had you gone these last months without finding out his last name? Everything slotted together like a frightening puzzle in your mind. Why you’d felt so at ease with Steve when you’d first met him, why he seemed familiar despite having never met him. It was the beard - it had been enough to stop you instantly recognising America’s Golden Boy, thought dead after the final battle against Thanos. And Sam Wilson, the new Captain America had sanctioned - had assisted! - in this kidnapping, as a favour to his old comrade.

You heard the metal sound of Steve’s jeans zipper and it triggered your fight instinct.

“No! No! Get off! I don’t want this. I don’t want this!” You bucked your hips but only succeeded in rubbing your bare mound over Steve’s bulge, encased solely by his briefs.

Steve looked down at you with condescension.

“Honey, you’re too shocked by all this to know what you want, and I think you need to stop talking before you say something you’ll regret. Let me help you with that.”

He reached to the side, to a scrap of fabric lying near your feet. He enclosed it in his large hand and brought it up to his face, eyes closing as he took a long, indrawn breath through his nose. Part of the cloth poked out from between his fingers and you recognised it as your panties.

“Fuck! Now that you’re here I can smell this delicious scent whenever I want…” He opened his eyes and looked back down at you. “...and taste it too. But right now, I need you to understand that we belong together.”

With his free hand he squeezed your cheeks, forcing your mouth open, and even as you glared at him he pushed your panties into your mouth, then stroked the side of your face with the back of his knuckles

“There. You look so pretty, honey. Hope you’re ready? You’re gonna enjoy this - I know I will.”

You knew you should still be struggling, but as he pushed his jeans off and followed it quickly with his plaid shirt, part of you knew there was no point. He was too big. Too strong. Too determined. Any resistance would probably end up with you being hurt even more.

As Steve pulled down his briefs you turned your head away, a tear rolling down your cheek. It appeared that despite your best intentions, you’d been colour blind - mistaking the red flags for green.

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buckymorelikefuckme · 1 year

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freakness on the loose

dark steve rogers x dark fem reader

words: 2.1k

warnings: **18+ ONLY** smüt, oral (f receiving), public s*ex, unprotected s*ex (don't do that), spitting, implied/referenced violence

a/n: this is my first dark fic but i feel like it's more dark lite djdjdnd anyway i hope you all like it! any and all mistakes are mine. feedback is encouraged & appreciated ♡

The booming bass of the club thrummed through you, practically making the blood in your veins vibrate. You sway your hips sensually from your perch on the balcony of the luxury VIP room, watching the people below, waving your fingers flirtatiously at anyone who meets your gaze.

And plenty of people are looking. You’re wearing a skin-tight dress with thin straps, sheer and covered in Swarovski crystals, the only thing underneath it being your tiny black thong, leaving your tits on full display. The chunky, platform heels on your feet made your legs look extra long and toned. You look hot and you know it. It's exactly the type of outfit you wore when you wanted to cause trouble.

As much as you loved teasing people, letting them drink in the image of your body and ache for more, it never took long for you to get bored.

With a dull sigh, you turn around, leaning back against the railing of the balcony and shifting your attention to the men in the room. Steve sits languidly on the velvet sofa, one leg crossed over the other, a glass of whiskey held loosely in his hand. His expression mirrors your boredom. The man sitting opposite him doesn't seem to care as he drones on and on, stroking his own ego as he talks himself up.

You already knew why Steve wanted to meet with him. A low-ranking dealer who's become a little too self important, thinks he's hot shit and that he runs more than he's been given. Steve hates when his generosity is taken advantage of.

You slowly make your way over to the two men, stopping next to Steve and taking the whiskey from his hand, downing it one go.

The man stops speaking abruptly, cutting off his gloating about getting a personal meeting with the boss. You nearly laugh. It's hilarious that these guys never stop to think how it could be a bad thing to be called in to speak with Steve.

“Goddamn,” the man whose name you didn't bother learning mutters, eyeing your body hungrily. “A woman like you who can handle her alcohol? That's sexy.”

If it wasn't for the music coming from the speakers, the room would be far too quiet in the moment that follows. You turn sharp eyes on the man, who merely smirks.

Hm… This will be fun.

“Yeah? You think I'm sexy?” Your voice is a purr. You step into his space and bury your fingers through his hair, light and unassuming, until you fist the strands harshly and yank his head back. His gasp is thrilling. “You wanna fuck me?”

His eyes are wide, shocked, and he must see the way your own eyes are blazing, because the taunting leer has fallen off his stupid face.

“C’mon, I’m just kidding,” he tries, swallowing roughly as his gaze flits from you to Steve.

You pout. “So you don't think I’m sexy? You’re sending me mixed signals here, baby. Do you want me or not?”

He looks at Steve, apprehension making his shoulders hunch. Steve stares back, face unreadable, which seems to only add to his discomfort.

“Stevie,” you begin, plopping down in the man’s lap, biting back a manic grin at the way he freezes beneath you, hands hovering as far away from your body as possible. “He's hurting my feelings.”

“No, hey, wait—”

“Answer her question.”

The deep, commanding tone of Steve’s voice makes you press your thighs together, eyelids becoming heavier with desire. You adore the way Steve is looking at you right now, at the man whose lap you're perched on. Like he'd rip him to shreds in a blink and fuck you next to his desecrated remains. It's delicious.

“Look, it was just a joke—” the man tries again, but it's nowhere near the right thing to say.

“Ah, so she's a joke to you, then?” Steve wonders, tilting his head.

The man sputters. “N-No! Of course not, I just—” He stops, choosing his words carefully, though he's pretty much dug his grave already. “You're very attractive. The boss is a lucky man.”

Your lips pull up into a grin, tracing the shell of his ear with your thumb. “Do you wanna be a lucky man?”

Sensing he's headed for shark infested waters, the man backtracks. “I think it's time for me to go, actually.”

“Mm, no, that's not happening,” you say with a sickly sweet smile. You boop his nose. “We’re not done with you yet.”

Steve rises from the sofa, tall and imposing. You bite your lip in anticipation.

“Why don't you and your friend come sit here, sweetheart?” Steve suggests, nodding to the sofa behind him.

“Really, sir, I—”

“Don't make me repeat myself.”

The man glances warily at you and Steve. You stand, tugging him to follow and shoving him to sit in Steve’s vacated spot, returning to his lap. He keeps his hands to himself still, but you know that's gonna change soon.

Steve leans over, capturing your lips in a slow kiss, licking into your mouth as he cups your jaw. He pulls away and drops to his knees. You shift impatiently on the man’s lap, seeing his hands clench into fists on the cushion out of your peripheral. Steve nudges you back, making you rest your weight along the man’s torso.

“Open up for me, darlin’,” he instructs.

You spread your legs, draping them on either side of the man’s knees.

“Wait, what are you doing?” his strained voice asks.

“Shut up,” Steve replies.

The man’s mouth shuts with an audible click.

Steve pulls your thong to the side and runs the fingers of his free hand along your slick center. You moan softly. He leans in, putting his mouth on your pussy and sinking two fingers inside you.

“Fuck, Stevie, that's good,” you breathe, reaching up to release your tits from the top of your dress so you can pinch your nipples.

Steve continues to fingerfuck you and suck on your clit, bringing you close to your peak within minutes, knowing your body like it's his own. You usually like to cum multiple times, but you're not sure how long he’ll last before he’ll want to take care of the man under you.

He pulls his fingers out, spitting on your cunt before sliding three fingers back inside you, curling them expertly as your whines get louder and louder. Your hips roll, chasing your high. The movement makes the man grow hard beneath you and you laugh. Steve’s noticed, too, of course, and he doubles his efforts, eyes locked on yours as the heat coiling in your belly finally snaps. You cry out as your orgasm washes over you and Steve drags it out until you're twitching. He rises to his full height, sucking his fingers clean as you come down from your high.

“Keep her legs open,” Steve orders as he unbuttons his slacks, lowering the zipper and pulling out his hard cock.

Shakily, and without having to be told a second time, the man cradles your spread thighs. His grip is loose, though, and Steve sneers.

“You wanted to fuck her but that's how you're gonna touch her? That's fucking insulting. Do it right.” The man’s hold tightens and Steve grins, voice low and condescending as he says, “There you go. Now lie back.”

“W-What?” he stutters.

“You heard me. On your back, now.”

The man adjusts your positions, shifting until he can lie sideways on the sofa. Steve’s stare is getting wilder and wilder by the second. He joins the two of you, and knowing what's coming, you wiggle excitedly.

When he finally slides into your dripping cunt, it's with you lying on top of the man while he still holds your legs spread open. Only, now Steve has the man’s legs spread as well, fitting himself between them so that when he fucks into you the man below you feels it too. Steve’s thrusts jostle both your bodies, and giddy giggles bubble out of you mixed with pleasured cries of Steve’s name.

You turn your head, moaning and whining directly into the man’s ear, wanton and needy. You can see the way his face burns in shame and it only adds to the desire building in your core.

“Aren’t you fucking lucky?” you gasp as your pussy welcomes the stretch of Steve’s cock. “You get to witness how good Stevie fucks me.”

He remains silent, his fingers digging into your flesh hard enough that you wonder if they'll leave marks. For his sake, you hope not. He's not coming out of tonight unscathed as it is. You'd hate for him to make it worse.

Oh, who are you kidding? You’ll probably watch Steve and his goons teach him a lesson later and it'll be another highlight of your night, second only to this current moment.

“You know, I should chop your fucking hands off at the wrists for touching my girl,” Steve muses, grunting as you clench around him.

“You–You told me to!” the man replies, panicked.

Steve laughs meanly and the sound goes straight to your cunt. “If I told you to walk into oncoming traffic, would you do that, too?” His thrusts get harder, sharper, making you mewl, your hands reaching to pluck at your nipples again. “Little bitches like you never learn,” Steve hisses. “You think you're some big hotshot, just because I give you a job to do. It's fucking pathetic.” He leans down, bracing himself with his hands on either side of the bodies under him as he picks up the pace. “And then when I bring my girl around you stupid pricks, you forget your manners and disrespect her, without fail. You think you can fuck her better than I can? Huh? Answer me!”

“No, sir!”

You're mindless now, mouthing wetly at Steve’s neck, biting and sucking kisses into the skin there, just wanting to feel whatever you can of him. You writhe, whining, begging for more, for release, for everything.

“Who's fucking you so good, sweetheart? Who's wrecking your pretty pussy?” Steve prods.

“Stevie is,” you whimper. “Please, Stevie, make me cum, wanna cum, please.”

Steve lifts himself up, spitting on your clit, smirking at the way it makes you moan, then starts rubbing fast circles into the swollen flesh. You're loud enough now that you're sure the club goers downstairs can hear you. The thought fans the flames in your core.

All too soon, you feel your high cresting. You babble nonsense, hands never staying in one spot, tugging your own hair, your nipples, digging your nails into Steve’s back through his crisp, white button down shirt. When your orgasm hits, you grin like a mad woman.

“I'm coming, I'm coming,” you chant, laughing, moaning.

You clench around Steve’s cock, over and over, the pleasure never ending. Steve groans above you, fucking into you roughly as he chases his own high.

“In me, Stevie, please, cum in me,” you beg, “mark me from the inside.”

“Fuck,” Steve gasps, thrusting one, two, three more times before stilling, moaning as he spills inside your cunt.

You hum, entirely pleased, pulling Steve down into a dirty kiss. It takes a few minutes for the rigid body beneath you to register in your cum-drunk brain. You pull away, grinning at Steve as he sits up, sliding out of you. He gathers the mixture of your slick and his cum, bringing it to your lips. With a coy look, you suck on his fingers, swallowing the taste of the two of you with a moan.

“Now,” Steve starts, putting his cock back in his slacks, “my girl’s gonna get up and fix her clothes, and then you and I are gonna head out back to have another chat.”

Resigned to his fate, the man simply nods.

Steve helps you stand and put your thong back in place, pressing kisses to the tops of your tits before you pull your dress back up. You can't resist kissing him one more time, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, loving the feel of his large hands on the small of your back. He smacks your ass and breaks the kiss.

“Can't I watch, Stevie?” you ask, jutting your bottom lip out.

“You might get your pretty dress dirty, darlin’.”

You pout. “Please?”

“Okay, okay, I suppose it's fair,” Steve sighs.

You clap your hands happily, giggling. You turn to the man sitting on the sofa who looks two seconds away from bursting into tears and send him a sunny smile.

“It's my turn to watch!”

Steve huffs a laugh, signaling to his men who've been lurking in the shadows to come collect the sorry piece of shit beside you. He doesn't put up too much of a fight, which is a little disappointing, but you're sure he’ll be begging for mercy soon enough.

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Shuttle Run Test

Gym Teacher Steve Rodgers x Male Student Reader

Summary: You should have done the shuttle run test because then you would have discovered that you don't have the condition to outrun your gymnastic teacher, mister Rodgers.

Warnings: Darkfic, Manhunt through school, TopDom Steve Rodgers, blood non-con, smut, anal, oral, masturbating, cum feeding, degradation, slight praise, Master kink, pet names, manipulating, dirty talk, nude photo's, mentions of the shuttle run test for those who hate them just as much as I do.

Let me know what you think.

Enjoy!

When you heard that during the next gym class, your class was due for the annual shuttle run test the decision of skipping that particular lesson had been one of the easiest you had ever had to make. You loathed running. Every time you saw someone in sports clothes run down the street where you live you thought that they were out of their damn mind. Not in a million years would you voluntarily run. If you would be in one of those horror movies where a random dude with a hockey mask was trying to murder you with a butcher knife it would be a very short one. The only thing you get out of running is pain in your feet. After the lesson you had before gym class, you packed your stuff out of your locker and walked out of the building towards your car and drove off to your favorite cafe.

When the sun had almost completely disappeared behind the buildings across the street you decided to go home, but not before you bought a piece of apple pie to go for your mom.

After you plopped down on your desk chair and logged in on your laptop you saw you had a new mail. Opening it you saw it was from your gym teacher mister Rodgers. He had noticed your absence in his class and wanted you to come by after class the next day to talk about you skipping his class and the consequences that it will bring you. You grunted at the message of the man you did not enjoy having as a teacher. In every one of his classes you attended, it felt like he purposely wanted you to fail. Others told you you were seeing things because someone like him would never do that. Just your luck that the teacher you hated was the one everyone else loved. The guys wanted to be him and the girls wanted to be with him. Every time you walked past a group of girls who were giggling about some inappropriate remark about mister Rodgers you wanted to hit your head against the lockers.

When you were done complaining to yourself you took notice that it was almost midnight and you probably should go to bed and try to sleep a few hours before your alarm would wake you up again for another miserable day at school.

The day went by fast. Taking a look at the clock in the right corner of the room you saw the current lesson you were in would only last around five more minutes before the bell would ring, signing to everyone that it was finally weekend.

Not for you at least. No, you still had to go to mister Rodgers to have an unwanted talk.

While everyone walked towards the exit, you walked in the opposite direction. After every step you took, the sounds of laughter and talking from your fellow students became quieter until everything became dead silent and only your footstep echoing through the long hallways and the buzzing sounds of the light could be heard.

When you arrived at mister Rodgers's office his door was closed. After knocking on the door you waited for his answer to come in which didn't last long. He was seated on his chair behind his desk, dressed in the gym clothes he wore in his classes. With his hand, he signaled for you to sit on the seat across from him. A sigh left your mouth when you did. For a few minutes, he was completely silent while he looked you up and down with dark eyes. His lurking eyes on you started to make you uncomfortable and you really wanted to go home so you cleared your throat in the hope he would say what he wanted to say to you. "You've been a bad boy, y/n. The shuttle run test is mandatory for all students and as far as I know, you're still one. Skipping it will not go unpunished." He stood up from his seat and walked until he stood behind you, placing his big hands on your shoulders. It felt like your shoulders were on fire so hot did you feel with him touching you. "You know, missing it costs you points for my class and you and I both know that you're already failing gym. If you want to go to that fancy university far away from here you need to up your game. It would be a shame if you won't get in because you were too damn lazy to run, isn't it?" You could feel your blood rush cold. Could you actually be denied because you failed gym class? It was your long life dream to study at (Your choice of university). You had it all planned out. In every other class, you were getting the highest scores. Gym would not ruin your future. "I could give you extra credit." He starts to massage your shoulders when he bows down and whispers something in your ear, his warm breath causing you to shiver. "Of course, I won't give you them for nothing, naughty boy." It all became too much for you to handle. Pushing his hands off your shoulders you jumped out of your seat and turned around to face him. You noticed his eyes were dark with lust. A dirty smirk was plastered on his bearded face. When your eyes glanced down you saw that something had awakened in him. "This can't be happening. I-I gotta go." As fast as you could you tried to reach the door, but a strong grip on your arm stopped you. Mister Rodgers pulled you against him and with his empty hand he gripped your throat, pulling your face close to his. "A rule-breaking mutt like you needs to learn what happens when you don't follow them. I will gladly show the consequences." Fear had taken over your body. But not only that, but embarrassedly you could also feel your little friend harden in between your legs. Suddenly he pushes his lips against yours and roughly kisses you. He squeezes your throat a little so you part your lips giving him access to push his tongue inside your mouth. It felt like you turned into stone and were glued to the floor. The honk of a car pulled you out of it and without thinking further you folded your right hand into a fist and hit mister Rodgers with all the power you had at that moment in his stomach. He let go of you and grabbed his stomach with a loud groan. Taking this chance you turn around and run out of his office. You could hear him scream your name in the distance, his voice laced with pain and anger.

You could see the doors leading to your freedom. The pain in your feet increased, but you did not dare to stop or slow down, not until you were safely in between the four walls of your home. Reaching out your hand to open the nearing doors of the school building, but every little bit of hope you had built up came crashing down when your body banged full force against the locked doors. Gripping at your face from the pain you backed off from the door. Looking at your hands you saw that there was blood on them. Your vision was a little hazy through the impact and you felt yourself wobbling on your feet. Bringing your blood-covered hands to the handles of the door you started pulling on them in the hope to get them to open, but to no avail. The first closest exit was three hallways away from you. Before you could turn to head toward that one your body was slammed against the doors. Your face was pushed hard against the cold metal and your hands were locked in a death grip. A heavy and dark voice whispers in your ear "you'll pay for that, mutt. I will break you until you're nothing more than a bitch boy for me to use as I please". With that said he starts dragging you toward the gymnasium. "I hope you've had enough to drink because I will make you sweat as you've never done before."

Entering the space, he threw your weakened body on a thick gym mat, ready to catch you. The air was knocked out of your body. The older and stronger man kneeled beside you and rips your shirt off of your body, throwing the torn piece somewhere behind him. Your jeans come off next, leaving you only in your grey boxers. He straddles your waist, making sure not to put too much weight on you. His large hands wrap around your throat and squeeze, enough to make breathing hard for you but not enough for you to pass out. Blood rushes toward your clothed and already semi-hard member that is now bumping against your teacher's ass. "I can feel your little cock poke against me, mutt. How cute" When you start to see black dots he releases your throat from his grip and stands up, ridding himself of his attire. His body is big, muscled, and covered in various tattoos. It's like god himself carved him from stone. His cock stands hard in his white Calvin Klein boxers but is soon released from its prison. "From now on I'm no longer just your teacher. I will be your master and you will call me by that. I do not care if we are in public you will call me by my title, do you copy?" He stares down at you daring you to deny it. With difficulty you plead with him to let you go, promising that you will not tell anyone about all this. A dirty smirk appears on his face, happy that you were already begging him, feeling himself getting even hornier because of it. "God, you're making me so hard by begging me. Keep going, mutt. Keep begging your master, but know it won't help you out of your deserved punishment. The only begging I will listen to is when you ask me to go harder and rougher. Soon you will" With his right hand, he pumps his cock, grunting at the sensation that goes through him. "Soon you will be the one doing this voluntarily in my office after school hours. I can't wait to cover you in my cum. You will look so dirty." He throws his head back and closes his eyes while pumping his cock faster. "Oh, god yes." Fear and pain had pinned you to the mat. You couldn't move. When he felt himself getting close to his first orgasm he walked towards you and kneeled besides your head, grabbing your jaw with his empty hand to force your mouth open. He smiled at you, showing his white teeth. "Show your master that you can do as your told and swallow all of my cum. If not, your punishment will be extended, you hear me?" Even though being almost unable to move your head through his grip you nodded your head. His hand strokes his large cock a few more times before strings of white start to come out of the tip. Your mouth was filled with it until it reached your lips, almost leaking out. "Swallow," he ordered once more. After staring at the man next to you for a few seconds while tears started to fill your eyes, you swallowed the white substance like he told you to. "Good boy," he complimented you with a darkness in his eyes you've never seen before. "Now let's continue our fun activities, shall we? I just can't wait to fill your other hole up with my cum."

He moves to the end of the mat where your feet are laying. Moving his hands to your boxers he hooks his long fingers underneath the fabric. In one fluent motion, he moves the only fabric that was still on your body off of it. The tip of your cock is covered in pre cum that slowly leaks onto the base. Mister Rodgers lowers his head and licks the juices off of it with a moan. "So sweet, unlike you." His eyes meet yours, but before you can get too lost in them he suddenly turns you onto your stomach. You can feel his hands take place on your ass, kneading them, spreading them apart. He collects saliva in his mouth before he lets it slowly drip from between his lips onto your hole. "Let your master feel how tight this little hole of you is." Slowly he inserts his index finger inside of you, moving around, loosening you up. "Gosh, you're so tight. How are you ever gonna take my cock?" Small whimpers leave your mouth at the intrusion. A second finger joins and together they start scissoring. When he hits a specific spot inside you you let out a particularly loud moan. "Enjoying this, mutt? This is nothing yet compared to what's to come next. I'm just being nice to you by preparing you so I can fuck you better. Remember I'm not doing this for you. This is all about your master's pleasure. You're just a toy for me to use."

When he deems you ready he retrieves his fingers and brings them to your mouth. "Lick them clean." Before you can even react to his demand he pushes his fingers between your lips. "Lick…Them…Clean…Mutt," he says again in a low growling voice when it takes you a second too long to move your tongue around his digits. As you lick his fingers clean tasting yourself on them, mister Rodgers starts fisting his cock in with his other hand. "Yeah, clean them, mutt. Make sure to get all of it." You gag when he suddenly pushes his fingers further down your throat. "Need you to prepare for the bigger work. Don't want you to disappoint me later when blowing me." A tear rolls off of your cheeks down onto the mat when you let out another gag. "Breath through your nose. I would have thought that a suck-up like you would have had some experience with this." It was all so confusing to you. You should not like this as much as you secretly did. This was wrong. His words should have hurt you, but they didn't. They were thrilling you and he was very aware of that. He knew what he was doing to you. He had all the power over you and you loved it even though you shouldn't. The gagging stopped as you listened to his advice and started breathing through his nose. "See, just like that. Just listen to your master and everything will be alright. You won't get hurt if you do as I say." Finally, he pulled out his fingers, drying them on your back. With the hand he was jerking himself off he brought his big veiny cock to your hole, pushing the tip against it. The stretch is painful when he pushes inside, but once the tip is in it turns into pleasure. The both of you moan in unity. Once he is fully in he lays his body fully on top of you, giving himself a moment to recover so he doesn't cum too soon. He wanted this to last longer than a minute. "I'm gonna ruin ya for everyone else, y/n. After this, you will never think of anyone else taking you but me. You will masturbate when I allow you to at the thought of me and I will haunt all your wet dreams." He kisses the side of your head before he hoists himself up onto his hands which are placed on each side next to your head and looks in between you at how his cock is penetrating you. Moving his hips he starts a slow rhythm. Pulling out, only leaving the tip, before sliding fully back in. This slow pace continues for a while leaving you wanting more.

It was almost too soft to hear. You could simply brush it off as a random sound. But he didn't. He heard it and wanted you to say it again. Stopping his pace he looked down at your face. Your eyes were closed and your mouth was agape. A little bit of drool pooled out of it, darkening the blue color of the mat underneath. "What was that?" His tone was kind and held fake confusion to it. He lowered his head closer to your mouth. Softly you said again, "P-please". "You need to be more specific, little boy. I can't help you if you don't use your words." For a few seconds the room was completely silent except for the heavy panting from the man on top of you, waiting for the words he was dying to hear come from you. "Please, harder. T-take me harder." You couldn't see it but the man above you had a grin of joy on his face. Before he did what the both of you wanted he wanted to hear you say it. The title. His title. That what you would call him from this moment on. "If you want me to go harder I want you to say it. One word, six letters. Who am I?" He gives you an encouraging thrust, hitting the right spot. "M-master," you answered with a timid voice. "You are my master." Finally. He had wanted you to call him that from the first moment, he laid his eyes on you two years ago when he first became your gym teacher. For two years he waited patiently for the right moment to stake his claim on you and make you submit to him. And now he would be rewarded by fucking you senseless after you begged him to. Too impatient to wait for a second longer he started his rough pace. His hips moved at an animalistic pace. Your moans combined with his grunts together with the sound of skin-on-skin slapping filled your ears. Tighly you gripped the edges of the mat while your master was pounding into you. "God, such a good cockslut for your master." He panted out. "Gonna fill you up nicely with my cum. You're gonna be nice a full all the time." One of his hands grips your neck and pushed your head deeper into the softness of the mat. "You will never get rid of me." You could feel yourself getting closer to your orgasm. Every hit of his cock against your prostate pushed you more towards your release. Your moans became louder. "Are you gonna cum for your master, y/n? Not without permission you're not. Beg me. Beg your master if you can cum." Tears of frustration stream down your eyes. "Please, I-I'm begging you. M-make me cum. C-can I cum, master?" Mockingly he laughs at your pleas. "Listen to yourself. So pathetic, begging to cum. But don't cry. I will let you cum, but only because I allowed you to." He threw his head back and closed his eyes. When you thought his thrusts couldn't get any rougher, they did. Your orgasm was so close. Just a few more thrusts and you would be in heaven. A very hard thrust did the deed and threw you off of the edge. The only things you saw were stars. Your master didn't stop yet, not until he had reached his orgasm as well and had filled you up like he said he would. He let out a loud growl when he did. You could feel the sticky liquid enter your awaiting hole, ready to accept every single drop. After he rode out his orgasm he dropped his full body weight on you. His mouth was close to your ear as he panted.

When he had cached his breath he pulled out and crawled off of you. You could hear his footsteps as he walked off to his bag at the side of the room and grabbed out his cell phone. Opening the camera app he walked back to your fucked out body and started to make pictures of your leaking hole. "Gorgeous," he mumbled. When he was satisfied with the pictures he was gonna enjoy later on, he helped you up to your knees. Your face was red and covered in dried tears. He stood in front of you and cupped the side of your head. You looked up at him with tired eyes. "Open up, little boy. You're gonna clean me off of your mess again." Without showing resilience you opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue. "Good boy," your master said before shoving his throbbing cock inside your mouth. With one hand he held the back of your head and with the other, he held his phone to film your every move. He made sure to film a close-up of his dick in between your plump lips. Slowly he pushed your head more towards his pubic bone so you would take more of him inside your mouth. When your nose hit his stomach his tip was far down your throat. For a few seconds he kept your head still, your lungs begging for air, but you didn't dare do anything that your master didn't order you to do. Soon he pulled your head back so you could breathe through your nose. "Good, remember what I said. Breathe, little boy. Breathe." Your head was moved at his desired pace, bringing him to a third orgasm. His eyes were on his phone, making sure to film every second of you blowing him. Still sensitive from his previous orgasms he soon reached the edge again. Before he can fill your mouth for a second time he takes out his cock and starts jerking it off, pointing the tip toward your face. "You're gonna look so good covered in cum. What will people think when they see you like this, huh? Such a boy whore." Your face is covered with his sticky cum, dripping slowly to your chest. He stops filming and makes a few more pictures for his collection. "You're mine. Missbehave and everyone will see what a bitch boy you are for me," he says darkly while motioning to his phone where you can see a map filled with sensitive photos of you.

There is nothing else to say to him but, "Yes master. I'm yours."

Onto The Next!

Masterlist One, Two

#fanfic #marvel #dark fic #steve rodgers smut #dark steve rogers #captain america #dark steve x you #steve rodgers x male reader #steve rodgers x you #steve rodgers x reader

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hypnoticsin · 2 years

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The Break In

Summary: You and your friends break into the wrong house and pay the price. Part one of "The Break In" Series

Dark! Steve Rogers x fem! Reader, I imagine an older nomad Steve

Warnings: 18+ DARK FIC READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION, non-con

Note: This took me a lot longer than I wanted to write but I do have at least 2 more parts I want to write for this. I am insanely invested in this story, let me know if you are as well.

Divider by: @firefly-graphics

“Kev how much further?” Amy whines, her steps heavy and in sync with your own. You would have mocked her lack of endurance if you hadn’t been out of breath yourself.

It seemed the daily runs were paying off for Kevin as he led the group already past the slope of the hill and out of view. Malik relays the message of "just a little more" and you roll your eyes at the lack of huff and puff in his voice and curse the sloped ground as you trip for the third time. “Alright, that’s it! You’re not allowed to pick houses anymore!” Amy yells ahead.

You were never the one to complain but at this point, this “walk up a small hill” Kevin had sold to you guys had turned into a full-on hike and you hated being duped, almost as much as you hated being sweaty. “Seriously Kevin, this house better be golden!” You grumbled, “And I mean it, I want new shoes and at least 2 iPads, ones with the pencil thing.”

“If she gets the iPads then there better be laptops for me.” Amy adds

The house screamed golden. One of those rare almost-too-perfect-to-be-true types of houses that the group scored maybe once every 2 years. Big, but not too big that it would take hours to sift through. Plus, it was reclusive; you couldn’t remember the last house you had seen on the way, and contemporary meaning the owner was loaded and wanted you to know it.

You scan the area for security cameras but come up empty. Even past the house, there seemed to be nothing but open fields of trees and greens. It's puzzling and your concern grows when Kevin plainly opens the door. “Hey, no fair you already went in? That’s rule number... whatever; don’t break in without anyone else.” Amy only remembers the rules when she’s the one not breaking them.

“Rule 5.” Malik's a stickler for the rules.

“I didn’t break in.” There’s a pause, only broken by Amy who starts laughing, repeating no fucking way, no fucking way. Kevin bows comically and swipes his hands through the air gesturing into the house, “Right this way ladies and Malik.”

Amy all but jumps through the door with Malik following quickly behind her. You almost expect alarms to start ringing when they step over the entrance but there’s nothing but Amy’s squeals. Kevin's already working on disarming your worry when you turn to look at him.

"Relax, it's all good."

You’re shaking your head, “We shouldn’t. Who leaves their house unlocked like this? And no security?” It just feels off, “We shouldn’t risk it.”

Kevin’s shoulders drop and he takes your hands in his, it's his way of trying to soothe you. “All we ever do is take risks. It’s probably a vacation house for some rich asshole who was busy on a business call and forgot to lock the door when he left. You know we'll be in and out before anyone even remotely gets close to this place,” He tugs on your hands, "quick before Amy and Malik take all the good stuff."

The worry settles into a pit in your stomach, “You haven’t seen anyone come by?” Kevin gives a curt no. You push the worry down and decide to be a team player.

There is a painting hanging in the living room that catches your interest, it depicts a woman sitting alone staring at a wineglass. She seems mad but that's not the whole story. She's sat hugging herself with one hand and her fingers are eerily too long, desperate to hold more of herself. She is lonely and bitter at the glass for reflecting its emptiness back at her.

“Well, she’s kinda ugly.”

Amy gives the shelf next to you a quick scan but you've already looked at it and know there's nothing valuable. It's all just generic books, a couple of knickknacks, and some memorabilia. She heads to the couch and lands with a soft plop, “This place is a bust. His bedroom is equally as depressing.”

"What, nothing good in the closet?" Amy always made a beeline to closets, clothes were easy to pack up and rich people usually had all the luxury brands that sold for a pretty penny. Malik would be searching for a safe hidden under the bed or in the walls and Kevin always liked snatching jewelry and drugs.

“Nothing and I mean nothing in his closet is a brand name. He dresses like one of those poor-looking rich people in tech.” She kicks her feet out and yells out “Kevin you better be coming down to rub my feet after all that walking for nothing!"

The house was expensive and it looked all grand from the outside but whoever lived here was not materialistic at all, you hadn't found much of worth to take. Not much but...

You rummage through the open pocket of your bag and pull out a small brown leather box. Seeing Amy upset was like seeing a kicked puppy so with little hesitation you open the box and present the ring to her. She immediately sparks up, pulling out the gold-plated diamond ring.

“It's too small for me.”

She kisses you on your cheek and slides the ring on.

His bedroom is not depressing. Yeah, it's a bit plain but it's also quiet and comforting. You’re lying in his bed, your hair wrapped up in your jacket like always. This was your favorite part, to lie on the soft mattresses and allow yourself to imagine what sweet, got-nothing-to-worry-about type of sleep felt like. But you could never fall asleep, only sort of drift in the in-between.

The four of you had banded together in your first and last year of college; Malik and you were in the same group for scholarship kids and had snuck away during a tour of the campus where the tour guide really put the emphasis on just "how lucky you were all to be here". Kevin, you met in an econ class when you had to wake him up to take the attendance sheet, and sweet little Amy shared a dorm floor with you and you let her bunk with you after her roommate locked her out for being too chatty and yours hadn't shown up yet.

The first house you robbed was Kevin's. No one ever believed Kevin when he said his parents were loaded--he dressed like a bum and was always mooching off someone's plate--but during the ending weeks of summer break he invited everyone back to his place; it was the first mansion you've ever been in. Kevin's family wasn't just rich they were ridiculously wealthy like old money, probably tied to war crimes kind of rich.

Then Kevin revealed why he had brought you all over. He wasn't going to return to school because his daddy cut him off for wanting to change his major so in retaliation, Kevin was going to rob them blind, and like the good friend he was, he decided we could take anything we could carry out the house. Amy turned out to be really good at upselling, Malik was in love with the thrill and you knew you were going to burn out trying to keep up with the good grades and the stealing was just so easy.

The rest in the in-between doesn't last long as you're pulled out of it by a loud thud from downstairs. You're up on your feet at another thud but this time it's followed by the smash of glass and a scream.

Your heart beats in your ears and it's hard to hear anything else, the deafening silence brings the worry bubbling out of your stomach and almost weights you down to the ground. You should move, you really should but your mind is trying to rationalize the noises, "probably just pranking me." It all happened too fast, there wasn't a real struggle. There couldn't have been.

The door swings open just as you were about to grab the doorknob, the seal breaks, and the screams are back until they're cut off with a sickening crunch. Malik grabs you by the shoulders, his mouth is moving but you can't focus on anything but the kitchen knife stuck in his shoulder. Blood is soaking his shirt,

God, his blood

Malik shakes you and you realize how lightheaded you've gotten,

"What,"

"Malik, you're bleeding."

"Where's Amy? Kevin?"

Malik is quick with his movements, opening the bedroom window, pushing you towards it, helping you up until you're sitting on the window stool looking back at him.

"What happened, Malik?"

"They're dead."

The bedroom door opens right as Malik pushes you out the window. The fall isn't bad, nothing feels broken but you land on your back and get the wind knocked out of you. You can still see Malik peering down at you yelling to go, to run.

But you can't, you're just lying there, trying to convince yourself that you're not going to die just like kids do when they fall like this. But this time death is seeming like a very possible end.

You let out sallow grunts as you try to breathe properly, and the spasming turns into crawling. You don't hear Malik anymore but you're too scared to turn around. You don't get very far before a hand is tangled in your hair, the pull is harsh and has your whole body turning around. The sun blinds your eyes, and you can only make out the figure of a man before your face meets the blunt end of his axe.

Your eyes slowly open to unveil a clear night sky, the rhythmic sound of metal meeting dirt and gentle plops of dirt falling fill your ears. The world spins as you slowly regain your senses.

You're laying on the cool grass and your skin goosebumps in the cold night air. The left side of your forehead is swollen to the touch and when you pull back your hand there are flakes of dried blood on your fingers. You don't know what to do, your head's pounding, and it's frustratingly difficult to move. Crawling didn't help you last time so you decide to ignore the pain pulsing through your body and push yourself up and run; the backyard is pretty empty besides a tall apple tree and it isn't fenced off so you can run around to the front and down the hill.

But when you manage to stand you're quickly bought back down to your knees at the gruesome sight before you. Bloody bodies clumped together, a leg cracked hanging together by what you can only assume as muscles instead of bone, blood dripping down hanging limbs, on top spread open like a Christmas tree topper is Malik's body, and stuck upright in the dirt staring up at you is his decapitated head.

You reach out to close Malik's eyes, it's the least and only thing you can do, but a grip on your ankle pulls you away. You kick out in retaliation but the man doesn't budge, he lets go only to grab a fistful of your hair. The pain in your head doubles and you're screaming as he pulls you up to your feet.

He towers over you, his sweat-drenched shirt sticks to his chest, and parts of his blond hair fall over his face but you can still make out his aggravated scowl. His build, the grip he has on you, and the remains of your friends are all evidence of his deadly strength but as he stares you down, you can't help but be reminded of the painting that hangs in his living room.

He sets you down like a child and you stumble trying to find your balance.

He kicks forward a shovel "Dig."

Your eyes glance from the shove to the man to the remains of your friends and back down to the one hole he's already dug.

He doesn't take well to your hesitation and he doesn't really seem like a man you say no to so before he takes another step towards you, you grab the shovel. The handle's still warm from his touch. Once you have it in a position that feels comfortable you look up at him for some kind of confirmation. He gives a single nod and you start to dig a grave for your friends.

Your fingers are cramping, almost pulsating from the non-stop friction from the shovel. All of your bones are begging for you to just lay down right there but you have another grave to dig, you consider the length you'll need to dig and shuffle a bit away from the first one you've dug but just as you're about to push in the shovel with your foot, he rips it out of your hands and throws it to the side.

He leaves you in confusion and makes his way over to the bodies, lugging Malik over his left shoulder, Kevin on his right, and he drags Amy by the arm, with his hands full he resorts to kicking Malik's head straight into the grave he's dug. You flinched at the sounds of his head tumbling around.

"There are only 2 graves." Your obvious clarification goes ignored.

He carries their bodies like sacks of potatoes and throws them into the grave the same way you'd throw trash down a garbage shoot.

With his hands empty, he makes his way over to you and you want to blame your lack of movement on how exhausted your legs are but you can't help but feel caged as he walks over to you. He grabs you by the upper arm and drags you over to the edge of the grave you've dug. "This one," his grainy voice tickles your ears with dread, "this one is yours."

A shove sends you falling in, the dust from your fall has you coughing, and more fills the air as he lands in front of you.

Tears form in your eyes at the implication as you imagine your body decaying in the ground, no one would know, no one would grieve you. The family you once had; you had disappointed, and you can't help but feel the same about the friends you let be obliterated by the man standing in front of you.

The grave you dug is uneven and narrow and he's close enough for you to feel the heat radiating off of him. When he takes a step forward you hear yourself plea.

"Please,"

It's easy to grovel when you're already on your knees, "please don't... Please I don't want to die."

It's the truth, the threat of death shakes you to your core, and kneeling down in a grave that you've dug, apparently for yourself, has fear creeping in from all angles. There hadn't been a clear moment to think ever since Malik pushed you out that window. But here caged in between a wall and a murderer the only thing you could think of was not dying.

Your plea surprises him, you can see the hesitation in his eyes as he takes a moment to look over you, and you hope it will save you. His hand comes down to wipe the tears away from your eyes, a little too late as some are already streaking down your cheeks.

His touch is soft and you find yourself leaning in as his hand lingers under your face. "Please, you don't have to kill me."

He shakes his head, "I won't." His expression doesn't soften like his hand but you find yourself trusting him, with blind hope, it's all you have at this point.

But it's snuffed out when he twists your body around leaving you facing a wall of dirt.

"You want to stay alive?" He taunts and you feel the need to nod.

Yes, you want to stay alive.

His weight behind you pushes you forward and your hands aren't fast enough to save you from a face full of dirt. He uses this advantage to kick your feet apart as if you weren't weak enough to be malleable to begin with. He wraps one arm around your waist and the other starts to tug at your pants.

His movements are too quick for you to keep up with but when you realize your fate you fidget in his arm, struggling with no real result. "Wait... What..." But he ignores you. You feel your pants tear and drop around your feet. You would have been humiliated if fear hadn't been the main emotion encapsulating you.

"You want to live right?" His gruff voice has you shuttering in tears but still, you nod, "Well, this is how you live."

A whimper of a plea escapes your throat and he pushes you into the wall once more, and with dirt blocking your eyes and underneath your fingernails, you stay willing, his free hand crawls up your body. Groping your breasts and squeezing the tender skin of your waist, his chest rumbles in pleasure. "I had forgotten how soft-" His words die as he leans into the crook of your neck, taking a deep breath at first then placing a kiss, and finally a small bite of the skin by your shoulder blade.

"I had forgotten how soft flesh felt, The hand by your waist dips into your folds, "so soft." you hold in a sob. His fingers part you and play around a bit before he digs into you, harder than the words that leave his mouth. Your new tears are absorbed by the dirt in front of you, "Don't... Don't do this please."

In response, he shoves a finger in you and then another. Shamefully you shift your legs to tolerate his intrusion. He curls another fingers in you, his other hand finding its place at your clit in a way to make up for the pain and he keeps going until you've become slick. You hear the sound of his pants unbuckling and you prepare the next plea of yours but as if he expected it, he pulls your head back by your hair and shoves your face forward, deep enough to have you inhaling dirt and at the same time he finally buries his dick into you.

While you're crying out, inhaling dirt, and using your hands to push back his thighs but he doesn't mind it as he pumps into you. The roll of his hips start to become familiar, his grunts start to fall into a rhythm and your tears subside. You start to choke on the moist dirt as you scratch at his hand entangled in your hair, begging for release. He complies and you cough out the dirt but his free hands grip your shoulders and pull you back onto his cock with a force so strong you let out moans with the new air in your lungs.

As his thrusts become erratic your knees buckle as the build-up of pleasure ripples through you but it's not enough to distract you from your initial fear. You still think death is on the table when he pulls out of you, his hand comes down to catch his seed dripping out of you. He clears his throat and rubs the liquid into your back, almost as if to soothe you. You prepare yourself for a swift death now but it never comes, "You want to live, yes?"

Even after all that has happened you still fear death, so you nod and your voice cracks upon answer.

"Yes."

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Mistaken Identity

Pairing: Dark!Serial!Killer!Steve Rogers x F!Reader

Word Count: 8366

Summary: Steve's torments of Moonbeam continue, and somehow love blossoms in the midst of it all.

Warning: dubcon, noncon, Stockholm syndrome, angst, fluff, pregnancy, nicknames, explicit sexual content, 18+, choking, jealousy, nipple clamps, forced use of a vibrator, heartbreak, fluff, trauma, panic attacks, mean Steve, emotional manipulation, dark fic, serial killers, mentions of blood and death and murder

A/N: This is part 3 of Steve's story, the other two parts can be found here . This part was a bit rough and probably a bit darker than I planned but I'm proud of how it turned out. Please don't read it if any of the warnings bother you, it's a dark piece and I know it's not everyone's cup of tea. A huge thank you to @sparkledfirecracker for hyping me up and for beta'ing this story ❤️ All mistakes are still my own.

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Please do not repost, publish or translate my work. Reblogs and comments are appreciated! Thank you for reading :)

Dividers by the lovely @firefly-graphics

You narrowed your eyes at the redhead giggling at whatever Steve said. It still didn’t make sense to you why they were in charge of breaking in someone else’s girl.

All the girls were upset about it but none more than you. Maybe it was the hormones or maybe it was the fact that she was constantly fawning over Steve, peeking at you from the corner of her eye to make sure you were watching. As if she was taunting you. You had thought about telling Bunny about your unease. She would take care of the situation without hesitation.

Yet you feared Steve would get upset with you instead. Bunny was close to snapping anyways after she had seen the redhead talking to Bucky for a brief moment.

Steve patted her shoulder, smiling down at her before stepping away and coming to you. His handsome face made your heart soar, despite everything he'd done. You loved nothing more than running your hands over his scruff, trailing up into his soft light brown hair.

Even now in your disdain, you couldn’t help but reach out for him. Steve came closer til he was right in front of you and you wrapped your arms around his narrow waist. Burying your head in his soft sweater, you inhaled his woodsy masculine scent. His hand rubbed your back softly, melting you further into his hold.

“Why the sour face, Moonbeam?” Steve said in a low tone. There was an edge to it, a menacing undertone.

You buried further into him, keeping your face hidden. “What do you mean?” You mumbled against the knitted wool.

“I saw how you were watching us. Remember what happened the last time you got jealous?”

You popped your head up to meet his eyes, giving him a doe eyed expression.

“I’m not jealous Steve,” you pouted, a lightness filling you as your words made his face softened, “I just don’t trust her.”

Steve’s thumb tapped your jutted lip, before grabbing your chin. He leaned in to kiss you hard, leaving you completely breathless.

He pulled back and you followed trying to chase the kiss, making him chuckle. The sound elated you.

“Come on, Moonbeam. I have something to show you.” You nodded, linking your fingers through his, resisting the urge to stick your tongue out at the redhead and followed him out of the cabin.

The nickname still didn’t sit well with you; anything referring to the moon or the night, sent a shiver up your spine. You knew he knew that and that he did it on purpose. Steve couldn’t help his cruelty, it came too naturally to him.

Steve guided you to the truck and you stopped short, tugging on his hand when he kept going. He turned to see you gazing wide-eyed at the pickup truck. The world began to shake violently and slowly darken, your vision tunneling as you struggled to breathe. Steve’s strong hands framed your face, coming so close that all you could see was him.

“Look at me, sweetheart.” He pleaded, and your eyes tried to focus on him, on his green-blue irises, but your vision kept dimming. “Moonbeam! Please listen to me. I’m here. I’m not taking you anywhere bad! I swear!”

His words meant almost nothing to you. Just a jumble of letters. Nothing to help your tunneling vision. Dark spots began popping up and the lights started to go out. The only thing you could focus on was how the last time you had ridden in that truck, Steve had taken you and a group of girls, defective girls as he called them, to a cliffside when he had made you watch as he shot each girl one by one off the edge of the cliff. Your screams echoed in the vast wooded area as you watched. It was one of Steve’s warnings to you. What end would you meet if you stepped out of line?

“S-steve,” you stumbled out, your tongue heavy in your mouth, “I-I can’t go b-back in that truck. I don’t want to die. I don’t want to die. I’ve been good. Please Steve.” Your hands gripped his sweater so tightly, your knuckles were turning white.

“Doll, I’m not going to kill you!” Steve said desperately trying to pull you out of your panic attack, “We’re just going to drive to Ari’s cabin. He made something for us, for the baby.” The emphasis on the last word and his hand on your growing belly, was like a pacifier and you held on tightly, letting him pull you out. He rubbed circles on your belly, his other hand still cupping your face as he whispered reassuring things to you until he was sure you were fully back.

“Steve.” You whispered softly, tears brimming in your wide eyes.

“Yes, beautiful?” He replied, thumb stroking your cheek.

“You’re not going to kill me?” You asked, needing reassurance once more.

He shook his head, kissing your forehead before resting his head atop of yours and pulling you into his firm chest. “No, my sweet girl I’m not. We’re going to pick up a present. That’s all.”

You nodded against his chest, pulling away slowly and shakily making your way to the truck. Steve kept a tight hold on your hand, going at your pace. Your breathing came in shallow gasps as you entered the cab of the truck, wringing your hands in your lap as you waited for Steve to round the truck and get in.

The minute he sat down, you scooted over until you were fully pressed against his side, his arm wrapping around your shoulders. You hid your face the whole ride to Ari’s, your whole body trembling, despite Steve’s hand rubbing your arm up and down. He whispered sweet nothings to you and kissed your hair every few seconds.

Your body tensed when he parked the car and you lifted your head slowly, sighing in relief when you saw another cabin. You didn’t know what would have happened if you were in that valley again, seeing the cliff would definitely drive you over the edge.

Steve kissed your forehead, pulling away from you but grabbing your hand before exiting the cab. You followed his lead, holding on tightly to him. The front door to the cabin opened, revealing a large burly man with long hair and a hard face. There was a look of loneliness to him and you wondered if he lived out here by himself.

The inside of the house was extremely clean and very bare of personal items. It felt cold, unlike the cabin you lived in. Every room on the main floor has signs of life. Whether it was Sunshine’s coloring books, Sparkle’s puzzles, or Bunny’s weapons, it was obvious someone lived there. Ari’s house was the complete opposite.

“Ari!” Steve exclaimed, letting go of you briefly to give the man one of those man hugs. Ari let out an unamused grunt before walking back into the house. He left the door open, so Steve followed him with you in tow.

The three of you crossed the main room to a door by the kitchen. Ari opened the door, revealing his workshop. Various tools littered the walls and there were large machines along the far wall. You walked in hesitantly, a protective hand on your growing stomach. The two men walked over to a covered shape and you stood back a bit, afraid to see what was underneath. Ari grabbed the cloth, yanking it off in one swoop and the quick motion made you flinch.

Your fear was unwarranted for once because it was just a crib. A beautifully handcrafted wooden crib with shapes of animals etched into the sides. Your hand covered your mouth in awe, tears filling your eyes. You couldn’t believe that Steve would do such a nice thing. It almost felt like a trick and that’s what kept you rooted in place. Ari stepped to the side, uncovering a matching cradle. It was just as beautifully crafted as the crib. You would have never thought those giant hands could create something so delicate and detailed.

“What do you think?” Steve asked, turning towards you. He looked worried by the tears in your eyes, rushing over to make sure you weren’t having another panic attack. You shook your head, telling him you were fine, just speechless, and laid your head on his chest. He rocked the two of you back and forth before gently nudging you towards the creations.

You walked over, and your fingers glided over the smooth wood. Crouching down, you traced one of the animals, enthralled by the intricate detail. You looked up at Ari, grinning wide, “This is beautiful Ari. I can’t believe you made this.”

A soft look crossed over Ari’s face and he gave you a small smile. “Thank you. When Steve told me you were pregnant, I thought it would be nice if you had something special.”

“It’s lovely. I really appreciate it,” you replied, getting back up to your feet. Before Ari could reply, Steve cut in.

“Well she approves, so let’s get these into the truck so we can head back.”

You nodded solemnly, and out of the corner of your eye, you saw Ari watching you, almost like he wanted to say something but didn’t. Steve lifted the cradle while Ari grabbed the crib and they headed out. Both men made it seem like the heavy wooden objects weighed nothing. You trailed out behind them, watching as they carefully loaded them into the bed of the truck. Ari used some rope to secure the furniture and stepped back, nodding to Steve that he was done.

Steve herded you into the car, not letting you even say goodbye to Ari, and hopped in after you. He sped off, giving Ari half a wave. You could tell he was frustrated but you weren’t sure why. Anger was radiating off him and he hadn’t touched or looked at you once since you left. Warranted or unwarranted, you didn’t like when he was mad at you. Gingerly you reached out, lightly touching his arm and he moved out of your grasp.

“Steve?” you asked in a small voice, “What’s wrong?”

You thought he wasn’t going to respond, ignoring you like he usually did when he was annoyed. But he shocked you by slowing down the truck, pulling off to the side before facing you.

“Do you like him?”

“Him? Ari?”

“Yes,” Steve said through gritted teeth.

“He’s nice. I mean he built us baby furniture, Steve. Why wouldn’t I like him?” You asked, genuinely confused as to what he was asking. You shifted so that you were kneeling on the bench seat facing him. His face was hard, his eyes like ice but there was something else brewing behind them. A hint of jealousy? Of Ari?

“No Moonbeam, do you like him?” Steve emphasized, his fisted hands resting on top of the steering wheel.

You looked at him in disbelief. He thought you were absolutely stupid if he thought you would answer that question at all. You were also slightly hurt that he could even think such a thing. Time and time again you had tried to prove to him that you were his, that despite everything you wanted to be with him, that you may actually feel something for him.

Not knowing what else to do, you crawled into his lap, your dress bunching up to reveal your thighs, and cupped his face. He stayed completely stoic, his eyes the only thing giving away any emotion. You pressed your lips to his once, no response. A second time, still no actual reaction. It took a third time before he kissed you back. He gripped the back of your head, pouring so much emotion into the smoldering kiss. You pulled away gasping and stared at him. His face was still closed off but it was slowly cracking.

“Steve,” you started, grabbing his other hand and prying his fist apart. You placed his palm against your belly, “Steve we’re having a baby. I’m having your baby. Why would I want anyone else?”

“Not by choice.”

“Not by choice, you’re not. I didn’t give you a choice in this baby or this relationship. How do I know you really want me?” Steve said, insecurity cracking through his facade. You didn’t know how to react, or whether this was all a test. Steve had never been open about his feelings, let alone his insecurities.

“Huh?”

“You just have to trust me, Steve.” You replied, caressing his face lovingly, tracing his features before kissing him again. You poured everything you couldn’t say, was afraid to say into the kiss, and hoped like hell that he would believe you. His hand slipped from your belly, wrapping around your waist instead. “Let me show you.” You whispered against his lips, reaching down to unbuckle his jeans.

You lifted up to your knees, he helped push your panties aside, lining himself up. Steve kept his eyes glued on yours as you sank down, running his thumb over your bottom lip. His fingers grazed over your cheek bones, trailing down your jawline. He grabbed the back of your neck, kissing you hard, muffling your groan from the first roll of your hips.

Your hands held Steve’s face, keeping him in place as you rode him slowly. There was no rush to either of your movements. His hands traced down your body, gripping your hips in an almost painful hold but you didn’t care. You needed him to hold you, claim you, make you his.

Your tongues tangled. A whiny noise came from your throat as he nudged your cervix with a sudden thrust up. It was pleasurable pain and the sound you made, urged him on. He took over control, guiding your hips as he fucked you. Pleasure coiled in your core, slowly spreading through your body, and you knew you were close.

Steve bit down on your lip, pulling back breathless. You rested your forehead against his, panting as your hips rolled faster to meet his ruts. His cock hit all the right spots and before you knew it, your orgasm washed over you in a warm flood. Your back arched and you let out a loud moan, the sound filling the small cab of the truck. Steve’s lips found the soft skin of your throat, leaving a fiery trail up it before nipping at your lobe.

“You feel so good, beautiful. So fucking good. And all mine,” he growled, before he kissed you again. Keeping his grip on your hips, he continued thrusting into you until you felt his shoulders tense up beneath your hands and he filled you up, like he did everytime he fucked you. It made you feel full, and almost loved.

He deepened the kiss, sinking into your embrace as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. This time he pulled away, regarding you almost adoringly. Carefully he lifted you up, wiping himself off on the hem of your dress before fixing himself back into his pants and pushing your panties in place. You leaned forward, kissing him on the tip of the nose. He scrunched his nose and gave you a look, cocking his eyebrow.

“Let’s head home, Moonbeam,” He stated and you nodded, knowing the moment was over as quick as it had begun. You moved back to your seat, buckling in as he began the drive back. Your gaze wandered out the window, watching the trees go by. Steve’s hand found yours, entwining your fingers together and squeezed.

Your stomach had popped as if overnight. The swell of your belly made it almost hard to see your toes from this angle. It was hard to fathom the idea that you were growing life inside you. Running a hand over the belly, you felt a slight kick beneath your touch, making you gasp.

You sat up, propping yourself against the headboard, and patiently waited to see if another one came.

“Hi, little love," you whispered softly, trying to coax something to happen. Another fluttering kick occurred and it was such a strange feeling, almost alien yet you wanted it to happen again.

Until now this baby didn't really feel real or truly like a part of you. Sure you had felt the little peanut stirring around and the nausea was a bitch, but the kicking really cemented things for you. "Are you cozy in there? Is mama treating you well?" You asked, continuing to rub your belly.

You didn't know how long Steve had been watching you but when he moved closer, appearing in your peripheral, you jumped a bit and glanced up at him. A look of wonderment and curiosity passed over his face.

"What are you doing, sweetheart?" He questioned, perching on the bed, facing you.

"Gimme your hand," you responded and he lightly placed his large hand in yours. You took it, positioning it where you had felt the most recent kick, “now say something to peanut.”

“Peanut?” He wondered and you nodded excitedly. “Hi Peanut, I’m yo - I’m Steve.”

The fact that he couldn’t say he was a dad made your heart hurt and you placed a hand atop his, squeezing it. Steve jolted as another kick fluttered against the side of your belly. He looked up at you astonished and excited. “Was that a kick?”

“Mmmm, yes peanut's been very active today.” You bragged. Steve leaned into your tummy and began a whispered conversation with Peanut. It lit something inside you and you carded your hand through his soft hair. He glanced up and smiled, never halting his conversation.

“What gender do you suppose it is?” Steve inquired, looking up at you from where he rested his head on your belly. You continued playing with his hair, scratching along the stubble on his strong jaw.

“I’m not sure. Doesn’t matter to me really, just want it to be healthy,” you replied. You hoped you sounded honest, not wanting to spoil the surprise that you were planning once Sunshine was able to procure an ultrasound machine.

Steve hummed, grabbing your wrist and planting a kiss on your palm, continuing up, until he got to your shoulder. He held your gaze for a moment before he kissed you softly.

“I need you.” He said in a heated tone. Those three words made you clench. The desperate edge of them had you grabbing him by the back of the neck and bringing him back to your lips. Steve’s hand traced down your body, slipping between your legs. They fell apart easily, giving him fully access to your throbbing core. His middle finger ran over your panties, groaning as he felt the damp spot. “Looks like you need me too, darling.”

"Yes Steve," you moaned, lifting your hips to his touch. He rubbed small circles over your clothed panties and you needed more, you needed him.

His fingers slipped into your panties, coating them with your slick before he pushed in. First one finger, then a second, pumping slowly. His touch set you on fire. His talented fingers knew all the right spots to press to have you unraveling beside him.

"Good girl. I feel you clamping down around me. Fuck you are needy tonight, Moonbeam." Steve groaned, as you climaxed, flustering around his thick fingers. " Gripping me so tightly."

You groaned when he withdrew his fingers, disliking the emptiness he left behind. Slurping them clean, he leaned down to kiss you. Your hands tangled in his hair, tasting yourself on his tongue.

"Mhmm, please, Steve, fuck me," you keened, arching your body up against his.

“Oh I will honey, but we have to be careful. Don't want to hurt Peanut," Steve chuckled. He positioned himself above you, placing a pillow beneath your hips before entering you slowly. The angle was enough to make you see stars, hitting your sweet spot almost immediately.

The pace he chose was almost soft like he was genuinely afraid to hurt you. This was different than any other time you had had sex. His hands intertwined with yours, holding them over your head as he curled over your body, capturing your lips. He pulled out almost to the tip before pushing back in, inch by inch. Your moan was swallowed by his mouth, feeling the way every ridge slid through your warm walls.

His body was pressed against yours, not enough to hurt you but for you to feel his presence. The whole time he fucked you, his eyes never left yours, no words exchanged. Everything felt so intimate like this was the joining of two lovers rather than whatever the hell you and Steve were. You were happy pretending for the moment that this was real, the feelings bubbling behind those beautiful blue eyes were too much to ignore. Your hands squeezed his, as he drove into you with long, precise strokes, slowly building you up to your peak.

The heightened emotions, along with your pregnancy hormones, made you reach that high much quicker than usual and the moment he released your hand to rub your clit, the coil snapped. Your toes curled, legs trembling, as tingles erupted throughout your whole body. Steve followed close after you, his face burying into your neck, his hot breath tickling your skin.

He slowly withdrew from you and gave you a gentle kiss before climbing off the bed. You thought he was leaving you, that the bubble had burst, but instead he came back with a cloth, cleaning you up carefully. For the first time since he had taken you, he was providing aftercare. Usually, he fucked you and either rolled over to sleep or left the room. This was strange and uncharted territory, you almost didn’t know what to do, involuntarily tensing up.

Once he was done, he placed the cloth on the side table and pulled you to his side, making sure you were comfortable before resting his head atop of yours. You fell asleep to the sound of his heartbeat.

You hadn’t seen much of Steve lately. Everything was so busy and hectic. You missed him so much. He was constantly in and out of the house, preparing for the winter season and doing one last hunt. A hunt that didn't end well because another girl had escaped in the transport. This time he didn't take it out on you, just the punching bag in the garage, breaking it off the chain.

The redhead, whose name you refused to learn, was constantly around him. Worming her way in somehow. Steve was actually almost nice to her and it absolutely infuriated you. It hurt you more than you admitted and you threw yourself headfirst into things pertaining to the baby.

Since the cabin was huge, with three levels above ground and one below, Steve had let you have the room across from yours to decorate for a nursery. So you and the girls were working on that any chance you could. It was the only thing keeping you sane.

Sparkle was in the room, seated on the ground surrounded by paint palettes, each covered in an array of colors. She was carefully painting tiny details on the mural she had created for the far wall. It was the wall opposite the large window and you knew when the sun hit it in the mornings it was going to be incredible.

You could tell that she was concentrating hard when she didn't even lift her head as you entered the room, curling up in the rocking armchair in the corner. It was oddly soothing to watch her paint. The way every meticulous stroke made the drawing come to life.

There were footsteps outside the door and you thought it was Bunny or Sunshine. The two girls were nearly inseparable since Sunshine saved Bunny's life. Despite Bunny's closeness, her initial abrasiveness, and overall psychotic nature, the other two girls still found it hard to trust her. But Sunshine was making a valiant effort.

You, on the other hand, were best friends with Bunny. The thought would have freaked you out before this whole thing, but after falling in love with a murderer, what was being best friends with a psychopath really?

The voices you heard on the other side of the door weren't either girls. Sparkle glanced up at you as the redhead began to speak on the other side of the door. She was on the phone and you were confused as to how she obtained one until she told the person on the other line that she had borrowed Steve's phone.

Borrowed Steve's phone? The thought made you angry, that he trusted her enough and not you. The two of you listened as she detailed her plan to escape from the cabin, telling the person on the phone to meet her on a certain highway.

Neither of you made a peep until she was done and completely away from the door. Then Sparkle broke the silence.

"We have to tell the guys!"

"Why? Let her leave, good riddance," you said, a sour edge to your voice. Sparkle gave you a hard look. "What? If she leaves, so what?"

"So what? She could bring people back here, honey. She could hurt us, hurt the guys, destroy everything we have."

You hadn't thought about that and you were truly surprised that she saw things that way. Ever since Rumlow had taken her, Sparkle and Curtis had been inseparable. Steve had told you that he was planning to take Sparkle with him when he would find Rumlow to give her some closure.

The thought of people coming here and hurting the life you had begrudgingly become accustomed to was difficult but then you thought about being free again. Living a life of your own. Without Steve.

You halted your train of thought there, because just thinking about leaving Steve made your chest tight. Drawing your knees up as much as you could and wrapping your arms around them, you nodded, agreeing with Sparkle's words.

"We should tell Bunny, she has the most pull out of all of us." You said and Sparkle made a face. "Don't do that. It's true and she can be trusted, I know it."

Reluctantly she nodded, getting to her feet and grabbing your hand. The two of you left the room on a quest to find Bucky's lady.

Finding her lounging in the conservatory, she was sprawled on an armchair polishing her gun. Her face lit up when she saw you, always excited. It made you wonder if you should be so comfortable having a psycho be so happy to see you, but something about Bunny’s treatment of you made you feel protected. She constantly stood up to Steve when she knew you wouldn’t and you sometimes had to hide your laughter at how riled up Steve got.

“Moonbeam!” She exclaimed, putting the gun on the side table and skipping over to you. She rubbed your belly sweetly before pulling you into a hug. Turning to Sparkle, she gathered her into a hug too. Sparkle seemed a bit stiff but she returned the hug hesitantly.

The three of you sat down, Bunny giving you the chair and plopping down by your feet. Sparkle pulled another chair over and sat down.

“How’s your day been Bunny?” You asked, resting your hands on your tummy.

“Pretty good. Got fucked by Bucky as a wake-up call then helped Lee dispose of a difficult one. They were super excited this morning. Apparently, they found a girl for Scott? Whoever the fuck he is.”

“Scott’s Bucky’s cousin,” you chuckled, “did he not tell you that?”

“He probably did, but his family is so fucked up, I never keep track. His twin brother is some kind of spy or agent or something, I don’t fucking know.” Bunny grinned. “How are you doing Sparkle? Are you feeling better?”

“Physically yes,” she answered, picking at her nails, “mentally I can’t make it through a night’s sleep without nightmares. Curtis is going to kill me just for waking him up at this point.”

“Curtis isn’t going to kill you,” you reassured him. You weren’t sure about it, Curtis was the type that could snap at any time, but you weren’t going to make her worries worse.

“Have they found him yet?” Bunny asked. Sparkle shook her head, tearing up. You grabbed her hand, squeezing tightly. She gave you a small smile, sniffling.

Wanted to switch the topic off her, you turned back to Bunny, “We actually came to you because we overheard that bimbo on the phone with someone, detailing plans to escape. We thought you could tell the guys, it could be dangerous for us all.” Your free hand rubbed your belly protectively.

“The fire hydrant? How the fuck did she get a phone?”

“Borrowed Steve’s,” Sparkle voiced, “probably took it when he wasn’t looking or something.”

“Ugh, I really don’t like her,” Bunny hissed. Patting your knee, she stood up. “I’m going to go find Bucky. Gotta nip this in the bud. Bet Steve’s gonna be stoked to hear his girl is trying to make a run for it!”

“His girl?” You protested. “I’m his girl!”

“Oh, now she’s claiming it.” Bunny teased as she sashayed out of the room. You threw a pillow after her.

“You don’t think Steve’s going to replace me with the redhead do you?” You asked Sparkle, unsure of where you truly stood with Steve.

Steve’s grip on your upper arm was ironclad as he walked slowly yet purposefully out of the room, taking you with him. He had come into the room stone-faced, in the middle of the movie you were watching with Sparkle and the redhead. You were sure that you had hidden any disdain towards her whenever Steve was around, but apparently, you hadn’t done a good job as Steve had come and hauled you off the couch.

You were scared, genuinely terrified because for once you actually had no clue what you’d done. You had never seen Steve keep his maddened composure and that wasn’t helping your nerves. The girls eyed you with concern, and smugness in the redhead’s case, and you wished Bunny was here to play buffer.

“No Moonbeam, I don’t want another peep out of you. Stand by that wall,” he instructed and you silently obeyed. His hands worked diligently to rid you of your clothes standing naked before him. Every other time you had been in this situation, even angry, he had regarded you with a lustful, praising gaze. Today his gaze was cold, almost disgusted.

Steve shoved you into the bedroom and you stumbled, catching yourself last minute.

“Steve…”

He grabbed one wrist and looped it through the chains on the wall. You had never really paid attention before but there was a St. Andrew’s cross embedded in the wall. You only knew what that was because Bunny had shared that she had had Bucky install one in their room.

While you were in your thoughts, Steve had managed to restrain both wrists, leaving your legs free but barely touching the ground. He leaned down, tying them up too. Your shoulders already ached from the strain of the position and you fought the urge to tug at your ties.

“I know what you were going to do,” Steve hissed. “After all the bullshit about ‘you have to trust me Steve’. All those fucking nights you craved my touch, gave into me. You really fucking had me fooled.”

You were bewildered by his words especially since you didn’t think he would be this upset by the fact that Sunshine was going to help you find out the gender of the baby and surprise him. You began to protest.

“Steve I don’t -,” your sentence cut off as your face whipped to the side and the resounding slap echoed through the room. You slowly turned back and stared at him, mouth agape. Steve had done a lot of things but never had he slapped or physically beat you, spanking aside.

“What did I say? Not a fucking word out of your filthy lying mouth,” he seethed, punching the wall beside your head, the drywall giving way. You blinked through the tears in your eyes, willing none of them to fall. Your bottom lip trembled as he stepped back, analyzing.

Placing the rabbit under his arm, he used both hands to clamp on the nipple clamps. You had never had them on and with your pregnancy hormones, your nipples were so sensitive that they ached horribly. The sharp look he gave when you whimpered, chilled you to bone.

“What’s wrong? Did you really think I wouldn’t catch you? That I wouldn’t be mad?”

He grabbed your chin tightly, painfully, before shoving your head to the side and walking towards the toy chest at the foot of the bed. He took out a few things.

Not being able to hold all your emotions in, you let the tears fall freely. Steve caught sight of this and smirked cruelly. Every trace of the Steve you thought you knew seemed to be wiped clean, nothing but his true self remained. Who was fooling who?You winced when he tugged hard on the chain before dropping it. He trailed his hand down your swollen tummy, brushing through the patch of hair on your mound and using his fingers to spread your petals open.

His thumb circled the small nub roughly before running the tip of the silicone toy through your folds. You could tell that he was frustrated that you weren’t ready for him like you usually were. For once your brain’s fear seemed to override your body’s needs.

He didn't care though, despite his frustration, he was too unyielding to stop now. The tip of the silicone toy prodded at your entrance and for a moment you thought he was going to pull back, trying to moisten you up first. Instead, he shoved it in, making you arch off the wall, your mouth open in a soundless scream.

It almost felt like it was scraping along your inner walls at first but slowly and surely, your body began to react, lubing up the toy and allowing some pleasure to course through you. Gritting your teeth Steve began to fuck you at a near inhuman speed. Spots of white coated your vision as you steadily rose to your first climax. A twist of his wrist and he had turned on the vibrating part, the final catalyst to breaking you completely.

You screamed as the orgasm tore through you, your shoulders aching as you arched forward. Steve's face remained stoic, like his actions meant nothing to him like this was a menial task in his day to day life.

He kept your gaze, the power in it making it hard to look away, as he pressed the vibrator part of the toy to your sensitive clit at full force. Your body tensed and writhed in desperation, trying to escape the painful pleasure. You couldn't find the words to beg him to stop, it was all too much for your brain to think straight.

Orgasm after orgasm rolled over you, leaving you breathless and panting, slumped forward when he finally pulled the soaked toy out of you. The ground was shiny with all your releases and your thighs covered in your juices.

"This is all you are to me," Steve snarled, "just a slut that I can toy with whenever I please. Do you understand?"

"Yes," you muttered, too exhausted to form more words.

He gripped your chin, holding your gaze. "Betray me again and I will make you wish you were dead."

He let your face drop and yanked the nipple clamps off you, making you cry out. His eyes were so cold and for a moment you thought he was going to leave you strapped to the wall. You wouldn't put it past him at this point. To your relief, he bent down and unbuckled your ankles, then your hands. Your legs were shaking like a newborn doe and you grabbed onto the nearest dresser to keep from falling.

He didn't even spare you a second glance before he left the room.

Somehow you managed to make it to the bathroom and into the tub. You didn't know how long you sat there, but it was enough time for you to gather some strength and get cleaned up.

You returned to the bedroom to find no Steve, much to your relief. You didn't want to face him tonight or even anytime soon. It was times like this where you didn't know what to make of the man who held your fragile heart in his destructive hands.

Managing to find some pajamas that weren't just oversized shirts you stole from Steve, you got dressed and curled up beneath the covers. The weight of them provided a comforting shield against the rest of the world.

You didn’t know why you were still trying after that night, but you couldn’t help it. The next morning, you came down for breakfast, finding that Bunny and Bucky had left for a hunt. It was a good thing though, because aside from Sunshine, she’s the only one who knew about the baby gender thing. Sunshine was still too jumpy to be the one to out you like that and as much as it hurt to admit you knew Bunny was the one who did this.

Steve was cooking eggs and you came up next to him, leaning on the counter. He didn’t even lift his head.

It was crazy to fathom what you could have done for her to tell Steve this information in such a way that he felt betrayed by it, but you needed to find out. The kitchen was empty aside from Lee and Sunshine, who were trying to solve the crossword puzzle by the looks of it.

“Good morning,” you said, trying to get his attention. Still nothing. “Steve?”

Steve simply turned off the stove, loading the eggs on a plate, and walked past you, heading to his office.

You stood there shocked, feeling your face heat up with embarrassment. It was one thing for him to act like an ass to you in private, but to drag it out in front of everyone else upset you. You glanced over to see Sunshine and Lee staring at you, a look of pity and confusion in their eyes. This would have been the perfect moment for the floor to drop out beneath you and swallow you whole. Sadly that didn’t happen.

“Steve,” Lee called out. Steve looked over his shoulder at the older man, cocking an eyebrow, “Are you going to take inventory today?”

You could tell Lee hadn’t expected Steve to turn around, hadn’t thought Steve was blatantly ignoring you, just the world. The question was so forced that you knew Lee made it up on the spot.

“Yeah, I’m going to do that now. I’ll get you and Curtis the list later so you guys can head off on your run,” Steve replied before he left.

Lee glanced over at you, almost apologetically and you quickly turned away so he didn’t see you cry.

His behavior towards you didn’t change. He would talk to everyone else but you, infuriatingly enough to the pleasure of the redheaded bitch who was now permanently glued to his side. If you were alone in a room together, he would make sure you knew he was ignoring you before he left.

He never came to bed at night, opting to sleep in his office. You only knew this fact because you had gone searching for him, after the first couple nights, eventually finding him on the couch of his office. You had put the blanket that had fallen on the ground back over him and kissed his forehead before you went back to bed.

The only times you routinely saw him was when he snuck into your room to get changed in the morning. He always assumed you were sleeping, but you watched him beneath your covers and quickly shut your eyes when he came over to kiss your cheek and your belly before leaving.

After a couple of weeks you shut down almost completely. Somehow Steve was convinced you had betrayed him. Bunny was responsible for making him think that and now you felt more alone in the house than you ever previously had.

Bunny had come to check on you but after you had screamed at her to leave, she left you alone. You couldn't care less when she seemed genuinely hurt.

Most days you didn't leave your room. Sparkle was the only one you let in and she was the one reason you still remembered to take care of yourself.

You sat on your bed, drinking the tea that Sparkle had brought you that morning, watching Steve get ready for the day. You were so upset with him, yet all you wanted was for him to talk to you. Say your name. Yell at you. Anything.

He wasn't completely indifferent though. At night when he thought you were asleep, and he came to get ready for bed, you could hear him having whispered conversations with the baby. They were always too low for you to make anything out, but it still warmed your heart.

Steve sat down on the edge of the bed to put on his socks. You scooted over to him, timidly wrapping your arms around his muscular shoulders and pressing your cheek to his. He tensed up immediately, but didn't push you away. It seemed like he was holding his breath like he was expecting the worst. As if you had that kind of power.

"I'm sorry Steve," you whispered, swallowing your pride. “I should have waited for you to find out."

“What?" The word burst out of him, almost surprised. He pulled out of your grip and stood up, facing you. The look on his face was so bewildered you almost wanted to laugh. "What are you talking about Moonbean?'"

“The sex of the baby. The thing you were so upset about that day."

Steve let out almost a strangled new groan as horror washed over his features.

“Is that what you thought I was mad about?”

“Well, yeah,” you admitted meekly. “What else could you have been mad about Steve?”

The way he was looking at you genuinely frightened you, like he had made a horrible mistake and didn’t know how to fix it.

“You were planning on escaping, Moonbeam! That’s why I was pissed. You betrayed me!” Steve exclaimed, his hands tossed up in the air to emphasize his point. Your eyes widened at his words and you scrambled off the bed so you could stand in front of him.

“Escape? What the fuck are you talking about?” You spat. You didn’t care about watching your tone because at this point he had messed up and you had been destroyed by his hand for no fault of your own. For the first time in a long time, you had a backbone and you were ready to fight. Steve was never going to treat you like an equal and you were finally coming to realize it.

“Bunny told me!”

“She told you what exactly, Steve? Did she specifically say “oh by the way Moonbeam is trying to escape?” Steve’s eyes were flashing with anger, but he bit his tongue, letting you erupt. “Because if she did, she was fucking lying. I had no plans to escape. And if I did, it wouldn’t have been now. What am I going to do in a world alone and pregnant Steve? Do you think I’m an idiot?”

“She said you better watch out, your girl is trying to escape. How was I supposed to that not wasn’t you? You’re my girl.” Steve stated, almost sounding defeated. He began to approach you, and you knew you were still weak enough to melt under his touch. Once you stepped back, he halted, hurt filling his features.

“Moonbeam..”

“No! No fucking Moonbeam shit! What did she tell you exactly?” You roared, grabbing the nearest object and throwing it at his chest. Much to your dismay, it was a pair of rolled-up socks, but it definitely made you feel better to throw it.

“She was talking about that damned redheaded cunt that has been hanging off of you like a sea urchin for fucking months! We overheard her talking on the phone, detailing her escape. Bunny was supposed to tell Bucky and she was upset about how you had been paying so much attention to her, that she probably thought that would be a clever thing to say. She would have never said that if she -” you paused for a moment, realizing Bunny didn’t betray you. That you yelled at her for no reason, “if she had known you would take it out on me.”

The thought made you feel awful for how you had treated her.

“The redhead? Why would she be my girl? I don’t even like her.” He hissed, crossing his arms, “I mean she’s dead, Lee killed her when he found her with my phone, but why would I want her when I have you?”

Weeks ago those words would have made you melt, would have filled you with hope but now they just fell short and you defiantly staring him down, crossing your own arms.

“You don’t trust me, Steve. After absolutely everything I’ve done for you, you still don’t trust me.”

The hurt in your voice was hard to disguise and every word you said was clawing lines into his perfect face. Tears pooled in the corners of your eyes, the reality of your situation, your punishment, all the obstacles you had dealt with since you met him. Your heart ached because you still loved this horrible man in front of you, still longed to be in his arms and protected by him. But he couldn’t protect you if he was the one destroying you and he knew it.

“I’m sorry. I would have never-” he halted, knowing he would be lying if he finished that statement, “I’m sorry.”

You simply shook your head, walking to the bathroom and locking it behind you before you sank to the ground, finally letting all the tears fall freely.

He was gone by the time you emerged from the bathroom and you crawled back into bed, not wanting to face the day. You weren’t alone for long, Steve entered the room carrying a suitcase.

“What are you doing?” You asked, sitting up quickly. He tossed the case on the bed and began to load it up with your clothes from the dresser and the closet. Dread dropped in your stomach like a rock in water and you rushed off the bed to stop whatever the fuck he thought he was doing. “Steve, stop!”

“No. No, I’m not stopping.” Steve exclaimed, “I’m letting you go. You’re leaving tonight before the snow starts.”

“Leaving?” Shock flooded your veins and you grabbed his arm to stop his actions. He looked up at you and there were actual tears in his eyes. That warranted a second wave of shock through you. Why was he so upset?

“Yes Moonbeam, leaving. There’s an apartment in town, it’s fully furnished. With the money I’m going to leave you, you can start a whole new life. The guys will bring all the baby stuff later in the week.”

His tone was final like there was no room for argument. He was letting you go. He was letting you go. No matter how many times you said it, it didn’t make sense. Why was he doing this?

“So that’s it? You knock me up, turn my whole life upside down, make me fall in love with you and then you just throw me away. You don’t want me anymore?” The words came rushing out of you like a volcano before you could even think about what you were saying. These things were your biggest guarded secrets and your biggest fears and here you were laying them out on the table like this.

“Steve, what are you talking about?”

“You’re not a stupid girl, you know exactly what I’m saying. You’re free. I’m letting you go. Giving you a new chance at life.”

Steve froze, turning back to you with pain etched in every feature of his face and he strode up to you, cupping your face in his large palms. He leaned in close, your noses touching.

Months ago you would have yearned to hear these words from him, to have this opportunity. Now you just wanted him to stop talking, tell you he was joking, plug your ears and scream la la la at the top of your lungs. His words had a finality to them and you knew there was no swaying him.

“You are everything to me. I need you like I need oxygen. But I can’t keep hurting you like this because one day I might kill you and I will never forgive myself if I do.” He whispered and your heart broke as a tear slid down his cheek. “I love you and nothing will change that. But I have to let you go. I promise you’ll be fully taken care of and if in the future you choose to let our child meet me, I will be there. Always. But I’m giving you back your ability to make your own decisions.”

Instead, you grabbed him and yanked him down, capturing his lips with yours. The kiss was hard and flooded with so many emotions that you couldn’t help crying. His tears intermingled with yours as he leaned down to pick you. He never broke the kiss as he sat down on the bed with you on his lap. Not once, not even when he pushed the case off the bed or stripped you bare or made love to you for the first and only time.

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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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nocturne-pisces · 2 years

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You have about as much emotional attachment to your grocery list as Steve and Bucky do to you-

Can you play along well enough to survive the summer?

Fabric Softener

Tomatoes

Bathtub Interlude

Lantern

Heating Pad

ZzzQuil

Condoms

Kleenex

Tiger Balm

more tba…

#dark!bucky barnes #dark!steve rogers #dark bucky x you #dark steve x you #dark bucky smut #dark steve smut #dark fic #dark!bucky x reader #dark!steve x reader

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itsyou-itsme-itsus · 2 years

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Gambled away: Chapter 4

Dark!Steve x fem!reader

Warnings: 18 + ONLY MINORS DNI!!! Noncon, themes of Stockholm/kidnapping and CNC. Oral sex male and female receiving. P in V intercourse. gagging, spit. Unprotected sex (stay safe wrap it up) use of Daddy. rough sex. (If this bothers you please scroll on by. Its 100 percent fantasy.)

Notes: This one might be long.

Steve hung up the phone, he couldn’t see what you and Nat had put together for him. It would be about 12:30 am when he finally made it home. He stepped out into the brisk chilly night air, just outside Stark industries.

He couldn’t stop thinking about you, how he wanted to feel you tightly wrapped around him as he sunk his full length inside of you. He took a moment listening to the sounds of the city, cars honk and the clatter of trash cans.

Fury had called about Scott trying to make a police report on Steve. Nat had left the safe house where you were being kept to go straight to the police station to handle the situation. Maybe a little jail time would help Scott to get over you.

Steve climbed into the drivers seat shutting the door, when the passengers side door swung open and Sharon jumped in.

“Hey.” She smiled, she had a black hoodie pulled over her uniform.

“What do you want Sharon?” Steve grumbled, annoyed with yet another obstacle stopping him from wetting his dick with your pussy.

“I just thought we’d go have a couple drinks tonight, its been awhile.” She grinned her hand reached out and caressing Steve’s knee with her finger tips.

Steve sighed and peeled her hand away and setting it back in her lap. They had dated a couple years ago and it was fun having someone like her, who would jump in on being a dirty cop for him, Bucky and Nat. After awhile he had gotten bored with her clinginess and jealousy.

“I’m busy Sharon, go home.” Steve started up the car and Sharon ignored him, she stayed in the car.

“That’s ok, I can go home with you and we can hang out after you’re done.” She tugged her bottom lip between her teeth and scratched at the back of Steve’s neck.

It was Sharon’s way of letting Steve know she wanted to be the one for him to take out all his sexual aggression on.

Steve didn’t say anything he pulled out of the parking spot and began driving. He headed towards Sharon place to avoid the possible conflict if she found out Steve was keeping you.

Sharon had never been the type he could imagine having kids with, she was too selfish and conniving to be a stay at home mom. Maybe she’d be perfect for someone else but she admitted she didn’t even want kids. Although that didn’t mean she wasn’t the type to get pregnant just to keep someone around.

You on the other hand, Steve knew you’d make a great wife and a stay at home mom. He was never the type to get married and live a white picket fence life. If he liked you after tonight and you were a real peach in bed, He won’t pass up on that opportunity.

The streets were wet from a rain fall earlier that evening. The traffic lights reflected off the shiny asphalt. Sharon’s apartment was seven blocks away which would put Steve back about 20 minutes.

He clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth and tapped his fingers on the steering wheel. Sharon had been talking about something she did with Carol and Sam. He couldn’t be bothered to give her any of his mind’s attention as you had reserved all the space for the night.

The picture Nat had sent him with you laying on the bed, sitting up with your back against the head board. The same one he’d be gripping for leverage later on. Your cleavage looked stunning as the red dress clung tightly to each curve. Your makeup was perfect just enough to ruin it.

Thought of kissing those ruby red plump lips. His favorite part was how Nat positioned you, your legs slightly spread so he could see the outline of your puffy sex through the red panties. How the thigh highs hugged just right to the thickest part of your legs. The way she almost got you to smile just for him.

Steve almost missed the turn, the tires screeched loudly as they skidded across the wet ground.

“Whoa, someone’s eager.” Sharon laughed as they turned the corner. He was eager, just not for Sharon.

Steve parked his car just on the curb in front of the door that lead to the staircase of Sharon’s apartment complex.

“Go change into something sexier. I don’t want to fuck a cop.” Sharon rolled her eyes a chuckled but she listened and practically bounced out of the car.

Steve waited watching her disappear up the stairs, he could only see to the second floor. Sharon lived on the third floor, 4th apartment back. He waited a few minutes to be sure that she was on her floor before he curved the tires and peeled out.

Steve sped the entire way home, the clock in the car read 12:15am. It didn’t matter if you were sleeping or not when Steve got home, you’d wake up with his cock buried deep inside of you.

Sharon put on the small light blue dress, not only did it look great in contrast to her blonde hair and blue eyes, Steve had loved her ass in it. She fixed her hair and pulled on the blue strappy heels to match.

Sharon knew in her gut Steve had ditched her, the space where he had been was empty except for some trash.

“Steve?” She yelled out and walked a few feet, her hips swaying and heels clacking on the wet side walk.

She peered around the corner and then looked down both sides of the street, Steve’s car was gone.

“Fuck!” She spat, marching angrily into her apartment building. The sound of her heel magnified in the empty hallway. She pulled her phone out and began to call Carol.

“I think he likes that cunt!” Sharon growled into the phone slamming the door behind her with one foot.

“What do you want to do?” Carol asked she sat at the station with her feet propped up on the desk.

“Find out what you can about her from Scott. Pretend like you’re going to help him if you want.” Sharon snapped before hanging up. She kicked her heels off one flying across the room and the other one just a few feet away.

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Your stomach gurgled and you weren’t sure if it was from hunger or nerves. You had tried to sleep hoping that would save you from Steve’s advances if he got back too late. You knew it was late but didn’t know exactly what time it was.

It didn’t feel safe to leave the room so you paced around like a caged tiger at the zoo. The slam of the front door had your heart racing. You stood back from the door staring at it as if it were going to jump at you.

It seemed like time stopped and all you could hear was the blood rushing to your ears. Slowly the knob started to turn. It swung open to reveal Steve, he wore a blue button up dress shirt with the sleeves revealing his forearms and perfectly fitted slacks.

He was breathing heavily, He looked feral as he glanced over your appearance. He advanced towards you, making you back up until you bumped into the bed.

Steve towered over you, your body flush against his. His hands took a moment to follow the curves of your body that the dress accentuated beautifully. You remembered once your mother had told you not to let boys get too close to you, because once their hands started roaming it would feel like their hands were everywhere. This was the first time you truly understood what she meant. Steve pressed his forehead against yours, His hands sliding over your shoulders beneath the thin straps. He pushed them down running his hands over your arms. When the dress came dangerously close to sliding the material down exposing your breasts you jerked your arms up to block him. He squeezed your arms painfully as a warning.

“I’m tired of waiting.” He growled, the material brushing your nipples causing them to pebble. He leaned forward and kiss you, his lips parting yours so he could slip his tongue in your mouth. You didn’t kiss him back, but you allowed him to do what he wanted.

The dress was below your rib cage. One hand cupped your chin roughly tilting your head up. His tongue pushed against yours, finally you gave in and moved your tongue and lips with his. His other hand calloused and strong groped your breasts. He squeezed them and ran his thumbs over the tips of your nipples. It coaxed out a soft moan that was swallowed by Steve’s hungry lips. Scott never touched you or kissed you like this. It was always gentle, and he’d always check in with you, asking for your consent. Steve was going to take what he wanted for from you, man handling your body. Your mind and body struggled with conflict. Tears streamed down your cheeks out of fear, yet you pressed your thighs together feeling an ache within, wetness pooling inside your panties.

Steve’s hands followed your curves pushing the soft red material down to your hips. It snagged snuggly over your butt. He yanked downward the fabric ripping a little the material sat over your thighs pinning your legs together. He gripped your ass cheeks kneading and spreading them. Another moan slithered out from your throat. He couldn’t help himself he landed a sharp slap to your ass cheek feeling it jiggle before roughly grabbing it again. You whined and winced still smothered by his heated kiss.

Steve pulled back looking over your body he shoved you back onto the bed, pulling the dress the rest of the way off. He sneered at the wet spot on your panties.

“What a slutty pussy. You act like you don’t want me, but I know you do.” He pushed your legs apart; you covered your face too embarrassed that you were becoming aroused by his touch.

He drug his index finger from the wet spot up, pressing in to define your slit as he rubbed up until he pressed against your clit. the thin fabric doing very little to shield you from his touches. It only took a soft whimper before he was growing impatient with you. He pulled your panties off and knelt between your thighs. You smelled wonderful, he sniffed your soiled panties rubbing his nose along your slit, before kissing your upper thighs. His bread tickling your sensitive skin. It felt good, in away you hadn’t experienced before. He bit at the ample flesh making you squirm. Kissing his way along your folds tasting the sweet tanginess of your wet skin. He nuzzled closer as his hands pushed your thighs further apart. Your pussy betrayed you and flowered for him. He looked at you glisten and drip with sweet honey. His tongue dipped in gliding up opening your more, savoring the taste before he reached your pearl. He looked up to see you nervously looking down at him.

He smirked before wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking you groaned and your head tipped back. His tongue lashed at your clit, it made your legs tremble. Having not been able to touch yourself or to have alone time mixed with all the stress made it so much more sensitive to be touched in this way.

Steve was careful to watch you, chest heaving as small moans escaped your reluctant lips. He attacked your clit with a feral hunger pushing you towards the edge, his beard adding to the sensation as it collected your nectar in it. That familiar coil heated deep within, tightening as that tingling feeling threatened to explode through your body like a super nova. It prickled its way along your spine, building to something stronger. You were beginning to lose your inhibitions. Steve liked upwards and began to kiss your stomach.

“Steve! wh-a? please.” You begged feeling confused as to why he stopped. The coils cooled as your body felt feverish and your pussy cramped with an ache to be filled.

“You’ll have to wait for making me wait for so long.” He kissed his way up your stomach leaving a trail of his saliva and your wetness. He kissed your breasts pushing his palms against the swell of them. He sucked one nipple into his mouth licking at the rubbery nub. His teeth grazing it gently making you arch your back and moan.

His kisses continued until he was licking along your jawline. Steve made you taste your own arousal on his lips. This time you kissed him back with your own hunger. He got on his knees bringing you up with him. The sound of his buckling clanking open followed by the sound of his zipper he pulled his pants down.

“Suck it.” He hissed fisting a handful of your hair as he pushed you down. His cock was huge, thick with an angry red bulbous tip, precum pearled at the end. You licked at it like a lollipop tasting the salty liquid. He pushed you down a few inches until your lips stretched around it and the tip poked your throat. You sucked in a deep breath trying not to gag.

He let you lick at the base and adjust to his length and girth before pulling your head back until the tip was resting on your tongue. He didn’t move his hips he just pulled and pushed your head up and down his cock as if you were just a fleshlight. Your jaw ached trying to accommodate his size as he worked more and more of himself inside your throat. In and out he slid himself deeper, finally you heaved and coughed as he lodged his dick in your warm throat. Your nose touched his pubes, swallowing instinctively as if trying to get rid of the object blocking your air ways. You slapped his thighs and tried to push back in fear he’d suffocate you, he held you tightly against him before pulling back. You gasped for air feeling the burn as your lungs filled back up with air.

spit and precum bubbled and dripped down your chin, He used your head to bob faster up and down his length not caring when you sputtered and gagged. His balls slapping your chin as he grunted, enjoying the feeling of your throat contract around his dick. He pulled you back with saliva and cum bridging between his angry red tip and your wet swollen lips.

“Lay down.” He husked lust filling his tone. He kneeled between your legs rubbed his cock up and down your slit. His tip nudged your clit mixing his precum with your slick.

“Beg me for it.” He demanded watching your face as he pushed his dick through your folds teasingly nudging at your entrance. Tears welled up in your eyes and you shook your head no.

“So we want to be bratty huh?” Steve pulled back a bit before landing hard slap with his hand on your pussy. You tried to shut your legs but his body blocked you. The sting spread through your folds and into your clit. He pushed you legs open again and then landed another hard slap, this time it stung even more.

“Aaah, Please Steve!” You cried out struggling to shield yourself but Steve caressed your clit with his thumb lowering your guard before delivering another rough slap to your pussy. You wailed and cried. It was becoming too painful and each time he slapped harder.

“Please fuck my pussy! I need it! I need you!!” You trembled under him waiting for him to spank your pussy again. Instead he lined himself at your entrance again. He was bigger than Scott for sure.

“Good girl.”

The tip pressed in already beginning to stretch you open, he went slow watching your tight hole spread wide to fit his length. His thumb rubbing circles over your clit. A gasp left your lips, and he grunted when the tip breached your walls. It would of been painful if you hadn’t been so wet. Still it tightly stretched over his girth like glove. Gripping the bed sheets you feared he would split you in half.

“Please! it won’t fit!” you cried when he pushed deeper. Steve gently hushed you, like trying to calm a frightened child. He pushed in until his tip pressed hard against your cervix almost painfully, if he pushed anymore he might break through it. He held it there watching you struggle in discomfort trying to allow you to adjust to his size.

Steve sighed in pleasure this was the moment he had been waiting for. It was so warm and tight hugging his cock perfectly. The pressure making his tip swell and his shaft twitch, He knew you could feel it too. He grabbed your breasts massaging them as he watched himself slide out inch by inch before resting the tip in the opening. Your walls clinging to him, trying to suck him back in. He pushed in feeling the delicious resistance again before bottoming out. He slowly repeated this in and out until you were panting and squirming.

“Yeah, you like daddy’s cock?” He husked teasing your nipple as he found his rhythm thrusting faster. Your body bounced beneath him with each thrust. He loved how your breasts jiggled with each thrust. Your pussy felt raw and sore, still that familiar tightening of tingling coils began to heat again. His pubes stimulating your clit.

“I asked you a question.” He hissed gripping your chin as he roughly pinched your nipple causing you to wince and whine.

“I-I love your cock.” Your voice sounded odd, small and submissive as it got lost in a sea of breathy moans.

Steve’s fingers slide down finding your neck. He gently squeezed feeling your pulse under his thumb. He kept the same pace but was slamming in hard enough to bruise your cervix. You wailed bouncing roughly with each thrust in. He kept pulling your nipple taught, the pain mixed with pleasure only made your body tighten more ready to release an intense feeling you had never felt before. A heady euphoria set in each time Steve squeezed your throat a little more. To his surprise you wrapped your legs around his waist and began bouncing to meet his thrusts.

“Steve!” You rasped chanting his name as your back arched, Steve realized you were close to cumming again. “Steve it hurts!” You cried.

“I know, it feels so good for daddy.” You began to tremble underneath Steve’s bulking frame. There was something about feeling so small beneath a man who was ruining you that made you feel so right.

“You gonna cum for me baby? Yeah, come on, cum all over Daddy’s dick.” Steve thrust harder his lips trailing along your collarbone.

“Yes! gonna cum for you daddy!” The words slipped out of your mouth before you knew what you were saying. Your whole body felt feverish and electrified as you tightened and loosened around him, a throbbing sensation cascaded from your belly and into your entire body. Steve did long strokes drawing out your orgasm as you shuddered and shook against him. Your walls clamped around his cock like a vice, pulsing and milking him. He grunted at the tighteness and the sounds of your high-pitched whines. Lewd squelching and slapping filled the room as your cream coated his thick cock.

Steve began pistoning in and out of you he pushed you pass your orgasm and overstimulating you. He planned to draw this out, but watching you come undone on his dick sent him over the edge. The whole bed violently slammed against the wall with his thrusts as you screamed for him.

“My dick is bigger than Scott’s isn’t it?” Steve growled in your ear. Steve pinned you down to the mattress by your throat.

“I want to hear you say it.” You could barely think as he pounded you roughly.

“Y-hess.” Incoherent garbles was all that came out as Steve coaxed one last orgasm from your body using it to milk his cock. His hands gripped your hips bruisning them as he pushed and pulled you slamming you up and down on his dick like a toy.

“Fuck!” He groaned his thrusts growing sloppy as he pushed in deep pressed against your cervix.

“N-nnnno-uh! Steve d-don cum in me. Please!” Steve ignored your pleas and moaned as the first spurts of hot cum splashed your walls. He huffed as he held you down by your hips tightly keeping you in place as He came filling your sore pussy.

Sweat dripped off his brow as he stroked himself inside you, squeezing out the last drops of cum inside you. He waited until he began to soften before sliding it out. He did so with a slight pop causing the entrance of your used canal to tingle from sensitivity. Your pussy felt too empty as if it needed his dick to fill it. His cum oozed out of you and made a small puddle on the bed. You wanted to scream and panic about his cum sitting inside you.

What if you got pregnant? You would truly be trapped then. Steve laid down and pulled you close to him, your hot wet and sticky naked bodies pressed in warmth together. Despite Steve roughly taking you, the way he held you tightly to him, made you feel safe in this moment. It became harder and harder to stay awake. Steve peppered gentle kisses along the shell of your ear.

“You never answered me.” Steve husked basking in the glow of your post sex beauty.

“You are bigger.” As if he had won some feat he grinned pressing one last kiss to your temple before settling in. The two of you quickly fell asleep in a tangled mess of limbs and soiled sheets. Tags

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@helenaeisenhower @psychadelichues

#gambled away fic #steve rogers x you #dark steve x you #dark!Steve rogers #noncon fics #chris evans fanfiction #CE character #Steve Rogers #captain america

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cissywritess · 1 year

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𝑪𝒂𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒉𝒆 | One

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+, Dark Themes. Do not read if you are sensitive. Please, also check warning before you read anything 18+

Notes: The reader is obviously 18, calm down don’t call paw patrol. Unedited. This will be a series called ✨𝑪𝒂𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒉𝒆✨

You have always been lonely, mentally. You had one friend, Amelia was her name. You and Amelia have been friends since elementary. “Y/N! You won’t believe what just happened,” Amelia approached your locker. “I got voted for captain of the cheerleading team,”

The difference between you and Amelia was that she was popular and well you weren’t. She had friends while you only had her. “I just heard the news,” one of her friends ran up to her. “Let’s celebrate by going to the mall,”

Amelia paid no more attention to you and let her friends take her away. As much as you hate to admit it, she wasn’t a good friend. She only wants to talk to you when she wants to. She’ll ignore you if you approach her and ask to hang out. The only reason you’re still her friend is because you have no one else, you don’t think you’ll take it having no friends. You’re in senior year now you can’t be sappy.

You have it all planned out, after you graduate you’ll leave this town, go to college, find a lovely spacious apartment, and who knows maybe you’ll find someone. You have already been saving up, working at a diner after school.

As you walked home you couldn't help but feel eyes on you, everytime you stopped and looked around no one seemed suspicious. It's been like this for a couple of months now, they wanted you to know. Sending flowers to your house, you even get messages online from them. Whoever they are.

Once you made it home you didn't have time to do anything else but change into your work clothes. Your stay-at-home mother wasn't home, you weren't surprised by this because she was never home. She'd stay at some random man's house, after your fathers' death she wasn't the same, and that was 6 years ago.

Work stressed you out and with sending college applications out, you barely have time on your hands. The door opens with a ring and you look up and smile, "Hi Steve, the usual?" you asked, Steve was a regular who'd come in around the time your shift started. Sometimes he'll come in with a friend, Bucky. Steve was nice and always knew how to start a conversation while Bucky was quiet. They always lighten up your shift, making it a little more bearable.

"Yup," He sat on the stool. You set a mug in front of him and grabbed the coffee pot beginning to pour coffee into his mug. "How's school any letters?" you have a tendency to overshare, it's not like Steve was a creep. He came in a lot, so much you grew a bond.

"Not yet, which is weird. I sent them out weeks ago," You told him as you wrote his order down, you ripped the paper out of the book and took it to the kitchen window.

"I'm sure they'll come in, don't get your hopes up," He assured you, you cleaned up the plates and trash from the last customer, wiping down the table. You went to the kitchen window and grabbed Steve's order, you put his plate in front of him, "Thanks sweetheart," He said, making your heart bounce out of your chest. It was wrong to like someone who is way older than you. But it was just a crush and you're pretty sure he has a girlfriend or something considering he's very handsome.

"You're welcome," You replied and let him be, you attended to a new customer, taking their order. The door rings and you look up, your heart drops. It was Amelia and her friends, they never come in here. You looked around wondering where the other waitress was, you sighed knowing you'll have to do your job. You calmed yourself and walked up to their booth, taking a small book out and pen. "I'm Y/N I'll be your waitress today, drinks?" You said,

Amelia ignored you whatsoever, while her friends giggled once they saw you, "Y/N I didn't know you worked here," one of Amelia's friends replied, she looked at you up and down and sighed. "Not surprised, anyways we'll all take milkshakes, strawberry," she smiled. You wrote it down and left going back behind the diner.

You got to another customer, after a few more minutes you got their milkshakes and went to where they were handing them out to them. You once again took out your book and one out. "May I take your order?” You look down at the book ready to write it down.

“Nope,” she pops the p at the end with her lips. You nod and leave.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” Steve pulled out his wallet and left the money next to the plate. You picked it up and saw he tipped you forty dollars. It’s not unusual, he always leaves a big tip.

“Are you sure, it’s a lot for a tip,” you look at him. He chuckles, you’ve had this conversation with him before,

“I’ll see you soon,” he says and heads for the door.

After more cleaning and serving customers Amelia and her friends leave, you go to their booth to clean up only to find out they didn’t pay for their drinks. You huffed out knowing it’ll come out of your paycheck.

When you got home you quickly dropped your stuff and headed to the bathroom. You needed a hot shower to relieve some stress, once you were out you went into your room, that was small. Your mom is a single mother, which means she can barely afford things. Like this small house, she bought with your dad's inheritance, she's been making money in her own ways. You changed and did your usual routine.

You pulled your laptop out of your backpack and sat up on your bed. First, you checked your emails to see if any colleges responded back to you. You then checked your messages, there was nothing but one message.

You look gorgeous as always baby

You tried to tell someone about this stalker but no one listened, they either don't believe someone like you would be stalked or they say, "We'll look into it" but never receive a text or call. This is why your dream is to leave this town, you're nothing here. If you leave you can start fresh. You leave them on sent and close your laptop, you went downstairs making sure all the doors and windows were closed.

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inaira16 · 2 years

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Does anyone know where I can find this fanfic called Sunshine?

The author name was something like suddenly sweet or suddenly scared or sweetly scared or some other variation of it. It was a Dark Mob Steve x Reader fic and completed. I read it on Tumblr and now I can’t find it anywhere.

Apart from the summary which I had saved below I remember that the reader wanted to be a doctor and had a daughter in captivity whom she named Sunshine. I also remember the reader becoming mentally unstable in order to survive living with Steve.

You took up a cocktail waitressing job at an underground gambling club owned by one of the most notorious criminals in New York City. You went unnoticed for the most part, until you got framed for a crime you didn’t commit. Unfortunately for you, the blue eyed mob boss holds grudges

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Trust No One p.9 - B.B.

Warnings: blood, mention of blood, gun violence, knife violence, death (three), fluff, dark!bucky x reader, dark!steve x dark!bucky.

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Bucky’s POV

I heard the shot and ran towards her. i grabbed her before she could fall to the floor. "Y/n?!" i heard another shot then i looked up and saw Liam fall to the floor. i pulled her out of the kitchen and i stood her up as she groaned holding her back.

"Yo what the fuck? why does it hurt?!" she looked up at me and i lifted up her shirt and rubbed the bruise that was forming.

i smirked and looked at her, "Fake bullets. i knew that fucker was going to try some shit." i shook my head as she looked at me. Steve walked over to us and i looked at him.

"i have him zip tied to the fridge. what do we do with him now?"

"take him down to the basement, i'll figure it out later." i said as i looked at y/n, "Come on, i'll get you an ice pack." i sat her down on the couch and walked into the kitchen and helped Steve carrying Liam downstairs to the basement.

y/n pov

you sat down on the couch and groaned rubbing your back as Bucky came back with an ice pack. He put it on your back and you sighed, "Thank you." you looked at him, "So what are you going to do with Liam?"

"For right now, nothing. But i do have a question for you, why didnt you tell me about him? You know i find out everything right?" he frowned at you.

"What do you mean?" you looked confused.

"Stop playing stupid with me y/n. Steve and I knew about you and Liam, way before you even told him. I know your name is actually Lilly Blanco, i know about how your mother died, i know about how Liam was a creeper and stalked you. I know about how he...he raped you when you were at that party and thats why you broke up with him and changed your name and you moved away." he looked at you as you started to tear up.

"H-How do you know about this?" you looked away from him.

"Your father confessed this to me. When i hired him, i asked him what his biggest regret was. And he said it was when he let you go to that party and you got raped. He told me everything that happened. When i met Liam that night at the club, i knew i needed to get back at him. I told him i trusted him, gave him a gun with fake bullets in it just in case he was to pull something like this, at least you would still be alive." he looked at you, "I dont know what i am going to do with him yet. I might just torture him enough that he wants to kill himself. I dont know but im keeping him here."

You looked at him, "I want to help. I want him to suffer."

He smirked at you and nodded, "Okay, i got an idea."

...

Liam's POV

I woke up in a dark room tied to a chair. I looked around and tried breaking free, "Hello?! HELLO?!" i heard foot steps coming down the stairs. I looked over and saw Bucky and y/n walking down holding hands. A faint light coming from the candle Bucky was holding. Y/N looked at me smirking, "Lilly, let me go, please." she shushed me.

"Shut up Liam." she slapped me hard in the face and i gasp looking at her.

"What the fuck Lilly?!" i frowned at her pulling my wrists.

"Hey! Thats not her name, you call her Y/N understand fuckhead?" he grabbed my hair and pulled back putting a knife to my throat, "You see here asshat, i know that you raped her a few years ago, and honestly that doesnt settle nice with me."

"I-I didnt rape her, she enjoyed it." i smirked and he pushed the knife into my neck, breaking skin and i gasp, "Hey! HEY!"

"She didnt enjoy it and you know she didnt." he frowned at me.

"I begged you to stop, i cried for you to stop but you didnt. You took something from me that i can never get back." she frowned at me.

"So, now because you think she is still in love with you, and that you can ever get her back, you, my friend." he smirked at me and pulled the knife away from my neck.

"No. No dont you dare do this. This isnt fair. Just kill me now, put me out of my misery, please." i started to cry.

"You see Liam, life isnt fair when you fuck with someone in the mafia." Bucky said as he looked at you, “I love you so much baby.”

"i love you too Bucky." you both looked at Liam and he looked completely broken and mad. his face full of tears and red. you walked over to Bucky and pulled him into a kiss. "I'll be up in a second." you nodded and walked upstairs.

Bucky looked at liam and shook his head, "Now you see she wanted to spare you, let you go and never look back but unfortunately Liam, i can't let that happen." Bucky reached behind liam on the table and pointed a gun at him. "I would tell you to stay away from us and give you that whole speech but i really don't have time for that." he cocks the gun.

"I'll see you in hell." Liam said as Bucky shot him.

…

A couple of days past and you weren't feeling yourself. you were waking up with random headache and body aches. your boobs were getting tender but you figured it was because your period was coming. you were laying in bed before work, you felt this rush of chills go through your body and you got up running to the bathroom and throwing up in the toilet. this was normal for you though. before you got your period, you would throw up randomly because your body was weird like that. you flushed the toilet then walked out of the bathroom feeling a lot better. no headache or tender boobs. you looked at Bucky who was sleeping on the bed. you walked over and poked his chest, "Buck? Bucky, i'm going to work." he groaned and nodded turning over his back facing you. "i love you i'll see you later." he nodded as you walked out of the room.

...

at work you felt like absolute shit. you felt awful, disgusting. you were sitting in the back of the bar with her head between your legs.

"Are you sure you are alright y/n?" Natasha said as she rubbed your back.

"Yeah it's just my period, it starts tomorrow and it fucking hurts bro." you groaned rubbing your head.

"Why don't you just go home? me and Ashley got this." she said.

"No i need the money i'll be fine." you sat up and she looked at you and you were pale and sweating.

"Are you pregnant?" she questioned.

your eyes widen, "What?! No!"

"Well, do you guys use protection during sex?"

"No, but i'm on birth control so i'll be fine. it's just cramps from my period." you frowned.

"Tender breast, morning sickness, pale skin, random sweating. no girl you are pregnant." she chuckled shaking her head, "when was the last time you took your pill."

"Uhhhh, this morning." you lied, you haven't taken your birth control pills for 6 months.

"That's why you are feeling like shit. you are trying to kill your baby girl." she giggled, jokingly.

"shut up Natasha i'm not pregnant."

"When was the last time you had sex?"

"A few days ago i don't remember."

"when was your last period?"

"two weeks before Clint’s party."

"your pregnant."

"no."

"yes."

"no."

"Yes."

"you want me to take a test to prove it?"

she nodded, "Yes i do, ill go buy one. i'll be back." she left and came back after a few minutes and helped you up. "let's go." you followed her to the bathroom and she pushes you into a stall and you sit on the toilet peeing on the stick.

"this is so weird!!" you groaned and cleaned yourself up and walked out of the stall.

"it says we need to wait 10 minutes." you placed the test on the counter and you both waited.

after 10 minutes, she grabbed the test and gasped looking at it, "What Natasha? Dude fuck off! what does it say?"

she turned it towards you and smirks, "Negative bitch."

you shook your head, "fucking bitch. see i told you i'm not pregnant. it's my period i swear."

"we'll be careful more, even though you are on the pill, there's that .01% you could get pregnant."

"yeah i know." you sighed. "if i was still on the pill."

"you're not? you just said you were." she frowns.

"Fuck, i think i'm pregnant..." you shook your head.

"when was the last time you took your pill?"

"six months ago." you looked at her.

"SIX MONTHS?! Y/N! you need to be careful!!" she hits your arm. you sighed and nodded.

"Bucky never uses condoms, i thought that maybe it's because he can't have kids that's why i stopped using birth control."

"never assume y/n." she shook her head.

"but it's fine, i'm not pregnant. i know i'm not, i had my period four weeks ago, so it's fine."

...

a couple more days go by and your symptoms started to get worse. you were waking up and running straight to the bathroom to throw up. you tried to hide it from Bucky and just said it was bad food you ate and he just brushed it off. one day, while Bucky was out with Steve, you decided to buy two pregnancy test, just in case one was defective. you sat in the bathroom of your shared room and took both tests and put them on the counters and waited. after a few minutes you looked at both of the tests and gasped looking away, "No..." You looked at both of them picking up, your hands shaking. you started to tear up as you placed them both back down on the counter. 'Positive', they both read. you couldn't believe it. was the first one you took a couple of days ago, a false negative? you couldn't believe that, so you took two more different tests and waited. you looked at those two tests and they read, positive. https://pin.it/2607b7h

you took a picture of all four tests and sent them to Natasha. you sat down on the toilet and ran your hands through your hair. you jumped when you heard the front door open and shut. you grabbed all four tests and the empty boxes and ran to your room hiding them in the back of your closet in a shoe box. you heard foot steps approaching the room and you ran to the bed laying down on it. you grabbed your phone and read Natasha text messages

Natasha

BITCH!

see i told you!!

ohmygod! i'm gonna be an aunt!

have you told Bucky yet? does he know?

you

i don't know what to do

and no i haven't told him yet

i'm scared i don't know what he will say.

the door to the bedroom open and you sat up looking at Bucky. you smiled at him as he smiled back, "Hey you're awake. i got you some things to make you feel better. i know you haven't been feeling good so i got you some stuff." he walked over to you with bags of snacks and things.

"Oh thank you baby you didn't have to." you smiled as he handed you the bags and you opened it up and it was a bunch of snacks and candy.

...

A few weeks go by and you still havent told Bucky about you being pregnant, but you had one problem. Your belly was starting to show and you could tell you were pregnant. You slowly stopped having sex with Bucky, in fear that he would find out you were pregnant that way and thats not how you wanted to tell him. You started to dress differently to and he took noticed to this. You started wearing baggy clothes, you wouldnt let him wrap his arms around you. He knew something was up and he needed to find out. One day, you were sitting on the bed in your shared room when Bucky walked in. perfect, he could confront you about your behavoir and no one would interrupt you both. "Hey princess." he walked over to you and kissed you cheek, "We need to talk." he sat down on the side of you and you put your phone down looking at him.

"Sure baby whats up?" you smiled at him.

"Whats been up with you these past couple of weeks? You never let me touch you anymore, we havent had sex in weeks, not that that should matter but still, its been a while, and you have been wearing pretty much all of my shirts, so whats the problem? Are you sleeping with someone else? Am i not good enough for you anymore?" he rambled on and you shushed him and looked up at him.

"I'm pregnant..."

"Im sorry youre what now?" Bucky frowned at you.

"I am pregnant. I have a baby growing inside my belly. Your dick went into my vagina and now we have a baby." you said frowning a bit, "What don't you understand?"

"How you got pregnant is what i don't understand...? I thought you were taking birth control so whats up with that?" he got up from the bed.

"I-I stopped taking it six months ago." you rubbed your face.

"Why would you do that?"

"Because i thought you weren't able to have kids because there would be sometimes i would forget to take it and we would have sex but i wouldnt be pregnant. So i thought maybe you couldn't have kids so i just stopped taking it, but clearly i was wrong so now here we are." you sighed.

"How long have you known?" he looked at you.

"A few weeks. I just didn't know how to tell you so i was waiting for the perfect time to."

"How far along are you?"

"2 months. I went to the doctors yesterday." you looked at him, "The baby is healthy at least."

He sighed and rubbed his head, "What are we going to do y/n?"

"I-I don't know, but all i know is i want to keep it." you looked at him tearing up.

He looked at you and frowned, "Of course we are going to keep it, why the fuck wouldnt we?"

"I don't know, you are making it seem like you don't want it." you sniffled.

"I never said that. I'm just worried for your safety and the babies now. And where is it going to sleep and shit. Its alot to think about y/n." he sat down next to you, "But...i'm going to be here for you every step of the way, i promise."

You nodded and smiled a bit, "Thank you Bucky, for everything."

"I love you y/n." he kisses your cheek.

"I love you Bucky."

...

A few weeks pass and you noticed that Steve was being a little different lately. He wasn't really talking to you, always giving you the cold shoulder. You shrugged it off because maybe he was just having an off day because of the stress from the new shipment of drugs coming in and they always seem to have problems. One night, in the middle of the night you were craving a late night snack. You didn't want to wake up Bucky so you got out of bed slowly and tipped toed your way down the stairs. You got to the kitchen and saw Steve in the kitchen drinking a bottle of water, "Hey cant sleep either?" you said looking at him. He looked at you and just stared at you blankly. You raised an eyebrow and cocked your head to the side, "Are you alright Steve?"

"You know, before you came along, everything between me and Bucky were great, then you had to come in and ruin it. Bucky and I were doing everything together and now he wont even bat an eye at me. You ruined what me and him had." he stepped to the side looking at you.

"Steve what are you talking about? Im confused." you frowned.

"I loved Bucky and he loved me back then right when he was going to ask me out, you had to step in and take him from me. You stole him from me." he stepped closer to you and you looked down at the shiny object in his hand and noticed it was a knife. You stepped back and put your hands up.

"S-Steve, i dont know what you are talking about. I didn't even know about you and Bucky." you backed up until your back hit the wall.

"Well, all i need to do is get you out of the picture and he can be all mine again. I can have him all to myself." he stepped closer to you and poked your stomach with the knife and you gasped.

"N-No Steve please! Please don't! I'm pregnant! If you kill me and the baby, Bucky will never forgive you. If you kill me, you are as good as dead too. You know he loves me so much, he would do anything for me. He will never forgive you for killing me." you were sobbing at this point. You weren't ready to dead, not yet. You were pregnant, Steve wouldn't kill you knowing you were carrying Bucky’s child, "Please Steve, please."

"One rule i learned while being in the mafia y/n, trust no one." Steve stabbed you in the stomach as you gasped loudly and grabbed his wrist and tried pulling it out. He pulled it out and then dropped the knife on the floor in front of you. You dropped to your knees and held your stomach were he had just stabbed you and tried to stop the bleeding.

"Steve! What did you do?!" Sam ran over to you and he kicked the knife away as Steve stood there staring at you bleeding, "Steve you need to get out of here man! If Bucky finds out you did this, you are dead!" Steve shook his head back to reality and then started to panic. He grabbed his keys and left the house. You coughed up blood then laid down on the ground, "Y/n i called 911 they are on the way. Stay with me." his voice slowly started to fade, your eyes closed slowly, "No y/n stay with me...Y/n..."

...

Bucky was waiting in the waiting room of the hospital with Sam. Sam told him everything he saw. Bucky couldn't believe Steve would do something like this. He sent out all of his men and spread the word around to find Steve. He just didn't want to believe Steve would do something like this. After a few hours, the doctors came out and walked over to Bucky. Bucky shook his head and started crying hysterically. He couldn't believe it, he didn't want to believe it. He dropped to his knees as Sam caught him and held him close trying to calm him down. The doctor said something to Sam and he nodded a thank you. How could Steve do this to you? You were nothing but nice and sweet to him. How could he do this to you, to Bucky? Bucky was broken. He felt heart breaking into millions of pieces. He couldn't hold himself together anymore, he let everything he had out. Sam was there to help him through this. He was going to get through this, with or without you.

...

Beep.

"Hey, you're awake." Bucky said smiling.

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