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Fighter part 9 SoftDark Alpha Tony Stark x SoftDark Alpha Steve Rogers x Soft Dark Alpha Bucky Barnes x Omega Reader
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Warning: Soft Dark Themes, Manipulation, controlling behavior, swearing, sexual nature, forced relationship. 
You are currently sat on the couch of your new home, You are in a large penthouse, In a building filled with Alpha’s and Beta’s Your Alpha’s explained that now that you are marked and pregnant they need to keep you safe and take you to your real home, The place smelled just of them, It made you anxious there was no trace of your smell at all which is why Tony and Bucky decided to bring some of your things back, 
It was just you and Steve at the moment you were huddled into him with a blanket over your folded legs as you sipped on some hot tea, You were freezing and couldn’t get warm, Bruce the Beta you met a few days ago informed you and your Alpha’s that since you were carrying twins, and this was your first pregnancy things were going to be heightened, you were going to be overemotional, nauseated vomiting, that is all normal, but depending on which Alpha the Twins are from things might be more difficult and if there is any signs of pain to see him immediately. 
You were shivering under the blanket. 
“Cold?” Steve asked as he had his arm around you rubbing up and down your arm, 
You nodded 
“I can’t seem to get warm.” You say 
He chuckled standing up, 
“I think Tony has a heated blanket around here somewhere.” He says 
You nodded still staying on the couch, when a sudden wave of nausea hit you, placing your mug on the end table peeling off the blanket you make a sprint for the bathroom, emptying your stomach contents in the toilet, you didn’t eat that much this morning due to being nauseous but now throwing up everything plus all the liquids was terrible, 
You groan having your arms folded on the toilet as you rested your forehead on your arms, you felt if you moved you would puke again, 
“Doll?” You hear Bucky’s voice they must’ve gotten back already 
You just groan, not fully answering due to the episode, You slightly wished you would’ve stayed hidden from Alpha humanity but your Omega brain tells you other wise as you lean into Bucky’s touch, 
“Lets get you out of here okay?” He says rubbing your back, 
You shake your head no, still feeling sick, 
“I still feel sick..” You mumble 
“Okay we can stay of a bit,” He says kneeling next to you still rubbing your back, trying to sooth you
You were finally feeling better, you slowly stood up Bucky helped you as he guided you to the bedroom, making you rest, You lay your head against his chest as you slowly fall asleep, 
Your three alphas were growing concerned at how much you were sleeping and not being able to keep anything down. 
“Maybe we should call Bruce?” Steve says 
“He did say she was gonna get hit double time because of having twins.” Tony says 
Bucky hums as he rubs your back as you are fast asleep,
Before you know it a month has gone by and you are already showing due to twins, And the three Alpha’s were over the moon because of the belly 
No one knew who’s the baby’s was. Due to having three Alpha’s and Mates but they didn’t care. 
You were currently in the kitchen while all your Alpha’s were in a meeting. They said they would be back before you knew it. But you were in kitchen making a Peanut butter frosted cake chocolate cake, 
Sure you were not one for sweets but now you were and you wanted to make something for your Alpha’s sure there was a small voice in the back of your mind telling you to run that you needed to fight, You had to fight back, But You knew the mating bonds and your Omega mind wouldn’t listen to the small voice 
You lick your fingers as you finish the icing on the cake washing all the dishes 
suddenly you have a flashback 
“You’re useless! Omega’s are nothing but tools for us Alpha’s!” Your father’s voice echoed in your mind
You grip the side of the counter feeling your anxiety build up, 
“Why did my last child have to be a Omega such a disappointment!” Your fathers voice echoed, 
You slow your breathing feeling your eyes glow, when the door slams open
You see all three Alpha’s rushing in the door way, 
“What’s wrong?” Steve asked walking towards you briskly 
“Nothing.” You say 
“I made a cake.” You smile at them hiding your anxiety forgetting they can feel your emotions, because of the mating bond. 
“Ooh cake.” Tony says 
“Tony.” Bucky growled 
They all look at you concerned 
“Sweetheart you eyes are glowing.” Bucky says 
You look away quickly trying to calm your nerves, and suddenly you were brought into a hug, 
“Deep breaths.” You hear Bucky, You do as he says, It’s been a long time that you had an anxiety attack thinking of the past, so you were having a hard time calming down. 
“Shhh.” You felt Bucky’s fingers run through your hair and you finally did calm down but you didn’t exactly know how to explain this 
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highonmarvel · 11 months
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You Can Cry
Bucky Barnes: Biker!Bucky takes a liking to a sensitive girl. 18+ only!
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You wipe away tears as you impatiently wait for your ride to arrive, tapping your foot and hugging yourself. You don’t know why you always get so emotional, get brought to tears so easily, and your sensitivity slightly angers you, being irritated that you still cry like a child at the most silly things.
Your date had only laughed when you stared at him blankly, asking him to explain his joke again, and the rational part of you was sure he didn’t mean any harm, the rational part of you was sure it was lighthearted—he was a nice guy—but still you felt that familiar sting in your eyes at the response.
Even when you brought the night to a close, you refused a ride home from him, denying it so harshly he was stuck at the table for a bit when you stormed out, hot tears staining your cheeks, and you didn’t see him leave—maybe he was still inside and talking up another girl who didn’t take every little thing so personally.
“You sad, pretty girl?”
You startle at the voice and snap your head up to follow the sound, leading your eyes to a tall man wearing a leather jacket, leaning against the wall of the next building over to the restaurant you had stomped out of. He cards a hand through his hair and steps forward, and instinctively you step back, feeling an air of danger about him, darker than just a mugger in the night.
You wipe away the last of your tears and sniffle softly before quickly bring your focus back to the street, mentally pleading for your driver to pull up, too scared to fish your phone back out of your bag to check how far he was, and clutching your purse tighter.
He groans, “Please, sweetheart, I’m talkin’ to you.”
“No,” you reply, quietly, not making a move to look back up at his captivating blue eyes, a slight fear that if you look back at him, you’ll never be able to look away again. Or he’ll be the last thing you see, “I’m not.”
“You sure, princess?” he takes another step toward you, and this time you can’t muster up the courage to move away, frozen still, “Looked like you were cryin’.”
You grow irritated not with him but more with yourself, for somehow having shown such weakness to a man in the shadows—but how could you have known?
“I wasn’t,” you lie, finding yourself holding back tears again, begging any higher power out of the dozens believed to help you out just this one time and have your driver pull around the corner. The streets are empty and quiet, the only two people in the world you and him, and the only noise his painstakingly slow footsteps towards you, and your rapidly beating heart, “I wasn’t,” you repeat again, predicting you would sound more confident, but your voice cracks, and you wince at the sound of his sigh in response.
“Aw, don’t cry,” you gasp as he suddenly pulls you flush against his chest, caging your body to his with his right arm pressing into your lower back and his left gently gripping your chin, forcing you to look up at him. A smile spreads across his gorgeous face as your tears well up. You want to look to the sky to stop drops from falling, but you can’t, not because of his light grip, but because of that sadistic glint in his eyes, absolutely fascinating you.
A drop spills from an eye, and he tilts his head, watching it roll down your cheek. Your eyes glisten with tears and his glisten with delight, relishing in each drop that rolls down your cheek, as you can do nothing but stare up helplessly at him, paralysed by fear.
He leans down and presses a light kiss on your cheek, one you might have found loving if given to you by someone close.
“You’re so pretty,” he remarks, bringing his other hand up to cup your face, unconcerned with keeping you near, knowing you can’t move if you tried. He rubs calloused thumbs across your cheeks, wiping the tears away as he admires your features, “So pretty, doll,” he murmurs, gaze roaming your face until they land on your terrified eyes, and he smiles again.
“What? Never learned how to take a compliment, princess?”
You blink up him, starting to tremble very slightly, your mouth slightly agape. He raises an eyebrow at you, and you manage a meek, “Thank you…”
“Bucky,” he mumbles.
“Thank you, Bucky,” you repeat, just wanting him to let you go, at this point completely disinterested with where your driver is, just him to leave you alone.
“Now, won’t you tell a nice guy like me why you’re cryin’? Did someone hurt you?”
You shake your head weakly, willing yourself to just stop fucking crying.
“Don’t lie to me,” he grips your face slightly firmer, not hard, but enough to make you understand his determination, “Did some guy make you cry, angel?” he asks, gently.
Despite your better judgement, you nod; maybe that is the best judgement, to just respond the way he wants so he might just leave you alone. No, your compliance is only seeming to spur him on, as shown by a pity frown taking shape on his face, and you can’t quite place if he’s mocking you or trying to seem more empathetic in some weird way.
“No, a sweet girl like you?” he places a kiss on your forehead, “You’re precious, angel.”
You shift uncomfortably, unable read the situation, unable to tell if he’s just fucking with you or if he feels bad. And you don’t have to, because just as he pulls away to look at you, you hear tyres against gravel, a car pulling around the corner, snapping you out of your… trance, and whipping your head to see a white corolla.
“Stay beautiful, doll,” Bucky says, and he slips into the shadows before you can grasp it. Cold air rushes against your cheeks—you hadn’t realised his hands were relatively warm—making you feel more exposed. For good measure, you quickly wipe away tears before hoping into the car with a smile to your driver.
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Your date texts you the next morning, apologises for upsetting you—even though he doesn’t know how—and asks for a redo, or a second date, kinda, he puts it. With a clear mind, you do feel bad for being so dramatic and overly sensitive last night, and thinking back on it, a little rude with how short you were being with him when all he did was laugh lightly, it wasn’t malicious. He was a nice guy. You’re still shaken from the previous night, but maybe a casual date will relax you.
You agree, and he immediately responds, suggesting another restaurant for that evening.
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You feel very pretty in your dress as you enter the restaurant and sit at table. You had arrived only 10 minutes late, so maybe you should just give him more time to show up. You didn’t want to order, but the waitress seemed to be getting impatient, and so you order something light and ate alone. An hour and he still wasn’t here. Your plate is cleared away, barely anything touched, and a few teardrops splashed at the edges.
You’re sniffling in the corridor of your apartment as you fumble with your keys and stumble in, trying not to completely break down as you kick off your shoes and head straight for your bedroom, thinking that you could escape some crying if you just fell asleep.
You’re sobbing quietly as you enter, pushing the door behind you, not even caring that it didn’t really close, ready to flop onto bed.
“You sad, pretty girl?”
You gasp and spin to the sound of that familiar voice, the same words being spoken in the same tone as the previous night.
Bucky pushes the door and this time it clicks shut. He looks up at you, and his blue eyes catch the moonlight in a soft yet sinister manner, causing you to stumble back. You can barely see him through the tears blurring your vision and the dark room.
“Bucky?” you whisper, unnecessarily, seeing as of fucking course it’s Bucky.
He bends his head back slightly with a smile, “I love the way you say my name, doll. Can you say it again for me?”
You take a few steps back, heart racing faster than you ever thought it could, and let out a quiet shriek as your heel hits the foot of your bed and your fall back onto it. Bucky is hovering over you in a flash, one hand propping him up and his right slipping under your dress to rub soothing circles on your thigh.
“Did he stand you up?” he leans down, lips between your ear and neck, “He doesn’t like you, princess.”
You try not to let out a sound, but you can’t stop a choked sob from escaping, and he smiles against your neck. You turn your head away, but he stays near, his voice hovering just above your ear, “He doesn’t like you, and he can’t take care of you, sweetheart, he can’t.”
Despite your efforts, another choked gasp escapes you, and you squeeze your eyes shut, hoping he’ll just go away.
“You’re shaking,” he notes, changing his circular motions from clockwise to anti, “Are you scared, doll? Am I scaring you?”
“Yes!” you gasp as he kisses your neck.
“No…” he replies against your skin, faux-disbelief coating his tone, “But I won’t hurt you, angel; he will.”
He lies down next to you and brings his left hand up to stroke your face, “It’s okay, you can cry,” he coaxes, and you do, breath escaping your lungs in short gasps as tears fall and he wipes them away, kissing your neck and still rubbing circles on your thigh, “You can cry…”
His thumb slides to your inner thigh and you squirm, but he quickly stops you by harshly gripping your thigh. Once he’s sure you won’t twist again, he runs his finger up and down your inner thigh with a sigh.
“You’ll learn to love this, doll, but for now… you can cry…” he shifts downward and pulls your dress up, “A sweet girl like you’s gotta taste sweet too.”
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biteofcherry · 12 days
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🧚🏻‍♀️✨Bippity boppity bow chicka wow oww! You’ve been visited by the Shameless Hoe Fairy, and now you must share a hoe drabble about:
Steve + “Are you trying to hide from me?”
Thank you for sending the Hoe Fairy my way, through all the trials and dangers of time zones 😆💖
Grateful for it, I wrote something slightly longer than a drabble? Oops.
I'm creating a new dark-ish universe here, so brace yourselves.
New World Order
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soft dark!Steve Rogers x female reader
summary: After the snap and the breaking of the Avengers the world has turned into a darker place than it already was. Being under Steve Rogers protection should be your beacon of light, right? So why does it sometimes feel as if you're caught in a sticky web?
warnings: semi dystopian universe; soft dark Steve Rogers; manipulation; sprinkle of gaslighting; economical/situational power imbalance; dub-con; smidge of breeding kink; sex (p in v);
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A small creak startled you. Your body tensed and jerked, the jars in your arms almost falling to the floor. You held your breath, tightening your hold on the precious cargo.
The sound came from the other room, the one anyone from the compound could’ve walked into, so it shouldn’t scare you. Not when you made sure to cover any tracks leading to this special, secret unit, which you’ve discovered a few days ago. 
Slowly, careful not to make any sound that might alert whoever was roaming out there, you put the jars down on the shelf. One by one. Gently. You kept your breath shallow as you did, keeping your movements to the minimal. Then you stayed still, counting down seconds in your head and listening for any sounds from outside. 
As one minute passed into another, then another, until it was seven minutes, then eight, you began to relax slightly. 
No further sounds, steps, nor voices came. You assumed they were gone, whoever it’s been. 
With a little huff of breath, you turned around. The nose of your boot bumped into the box of supplies you sneaked inside. It made little to no noise, but it was enough for the domino to fall down completely.
Something clanked on the other side of the wall. Then the hidden passage in the wall opened. 
Bright daylight filtered through and the broad, dark silhouette filled nearly the entirety of the doorway. 
You lifted your hand to shield your eyes from the sudden burst of light, letting out a small squeak as you curled inwardly. It took you a mere second to recognize who caught you and while your heart eased at the realisation, there was still a part of you that feared the outcome.
“I was wondering what kind of mouse has been hiding in the walls,” came his soft, deep voice. “Turns out it’s my own little scrapper.” 
Captain Rogers walked in. Despite wearing heavy boots he still managed to move quietly. 
The wall closed automatically after him, leaving the two of you in a small room with light fixtures casting pleasant, but artificial glow from the ceiling. 
“Are you trying to hide from me?” His lips curled in a lopsided smile, but the way he slightly tilted his head made you aware that he wouldn’t like it, if you said yes. 
“Of course not,” you let out a nervous laugh, gripping the edge of the counter behind you. 
“Not from you, Steve.” Nervousness still buzzed inside you, spiking as he neared closer and closer. 
Steve Rogers, Captain America, could be a scary motherfucker, if he wanted to. Usually, however, it was reserved for anyone trying to harm people he protected. Or if his subordinates broke his rules in any way. 
He may not be the golden boy you remembered from the very few, rare press conferences and pap photos from a decade before. Too much has happened, since he was the poster of glorified values the government tried to sell. 
First, they stripped him of the crystal areola they put themselves on him. Named him a fugitive and a traitor, for wanting to protect his best friend and fight for justice. 
His other colleagues have turned away from him, leading to breaking of the Avengers formation, which was supposed to protect the people.
Then, when the ultimate threat appeared, the remaining politicians blamed Steve and the other heroes for being unable to defeat Thanos. Tony Stark never returned. So many others have dispersed into dust. For a few years - as the world around you spiralled into dystopian nightmare - phantom governments have been using Captain America and other Avengers as the arguments for why so many things were failing.
Living became hard. Well, even harder than it used to be. People turned jaded and distrustful, so very few still tried to show each other support. Unable to count on governmental help, people have started forming their own little groups. Little communities that took care of each other, but were very wary of anyone else. 
You met Steve when you shyly walked into one of the support groups he was leading. You’ve seen posters inviting people to the meetings, but for quite a long time you stayed away from them, because Captain America or not, these groups always meant selling your soul in some way. 
Steve lured you in with his patience and soft voice, but was firm in pointing out that if you’d like to take some of the provisions back home, or needed aid, you had to do some labour in return. 
You weren’t opposed to that, but you were wary. Still, you agreed. 
Each task seemed more and more important, or that’s what you told yourself, because with each you’ve somehow gotten to work closer and closer to the Captain himself. 
You worked dutifully, which was something Steve didn’t omit to praise you for on a few occasions. Which perhaps was the reason why he assigned you to a team that so often worked closely with him. 
As much as it filled your chest with warmth, your gut tightened each time he got a little closer.
And he always got closer. 
You always sensed his gaze on you. Felt your heart jumping whenever he grazed his fingers along your arm, in a seemingly innocent, sweet gesture. But there was something about his attention, about Steve himself, that made you feel uneasy.
He was charismatic, but also less lenient. 
Caring, but didn’t give second chances. 
Patient, but often merciless in his decisions. 
He was still Captain America, but bitter and darker. Worn-out and dirty, like his suit, with the trace of a star that used to shine hope to those who saw it. Now that faith trailed with darkness. 
When Steve approached you one evening, as your team was scavenging the territory the Captain and his Avengers have liberated from under the influence of bloodthirsty gangs, you felt that quickened pulse and whispers of self-preservation instinct telling you to be wary.
He said that he noticed you watching him. Which rendered you speechless for a moment. If anything, you always caught him looking your way. 
Did he really think you were the one checking him out? Was it why your gazes met every time?
You stuttered with your response, not quite knowing how to explain yourself. Steve offered you that disarming, comforting smile. He touched your hand. Slipped his fingers between yours, ever so slowly rubbing the pad of his index finger between two of yours. 
Such a small, meaningless gesture, but something about it had your cunt clenching in response, as if he was insinuating he wanted to rub you somewhere else. 
Before you managed to explain the situation, Steve turned the tables on you once again. He leaned in and confessed that he missed intimate touch, as well. That it was understandable and he felt honoured you would give him your attention.
Then he simply walked away, joining Natasha to make further decisions regarding the operation; leaving you dizzy with confusion and conflicting emotions. 
Was he right? Were you subconsciously seeking out his attention? Was your sense of unease in his proximity provoked by your attraction to him?
Because Steve Rogers was a very handsome man. From the soft strands of hair he had grown a little longer, to the way his broad chest tapered into narrow hips and possibly the sexiest ass you’ve ever seen. 
From that moment, the Captain often approached you, smiled at you, and touched you however briefly. The pounding of your heart increased each time, your thoughts still clouded. 
When he caressed your cheek one time, while having just returned all dirtied and splattered with blood from a mission abroad, your breath stuttered. He asked you to help him out with patching some bruises and you didn’t find the strength in you to deny a request from a wounded man. Captain America at that. 
He took you to his quarters. At Steve’s command, the AI closed the door after you. Your fingers trembled as Steve guided you how to unzip and take off his suit (since his shoulder throbbed so hard, he seemingly couldn’t do it himself). 
Steve’s fair skin was indeed marred with bruises and a few cuts, which you cleaned and patched. In response to your breathless “I better leave” after you were done, Steve slid his big hands onto your hips and softly asked you to stay. 
Perhaps it’s been too long since you kissed anyone. Or maybe his grip on you tightened enough for the fear of repercussions freezing you in place. 
With a tiny whimper, you gave in to his demanding lips and wandering hands. Despite your brain screaming at you to run away, your heart rate accelerated with pleasure, quickly drowning out the fear.
Steve had you sinking down on his thick cock right there, while he still sat in the chair and his suit was barely pushed past his hips. He groaned praises at how good you felt; how hot it was to feel your tight cunt stretching around him; how sexy you sounded struggling to take it all.
Even with some of your brain cells fighting against it, your whole body surrendered to Steve and the pleasure he drew out of you over and over again. 
Maybe he was right all along and you were starved for intimate contact. 
Maybe you were choosing to let him take you, so he wouldn’t hurt you or your family in any way. 
Later, as you laid in Steve’s arms, you debated with yourself how good it felt to be held and protected, and that maybe it was worth following Steve’s subtle commands. 
He took you again in the morning. On your side, sliding into your sore pusy from behind. When you hissed that it hurt, Steve slowed down, but didn’t stop. He distracted you by arousing other parts of your body - rolling and pinching your nipples, sliding his fingers between your lips and fucking your moth with them, using his wet digits to rub your clit. 
Both of you returned to your duties afterwards, but in the evening Steve simply wrapped an arm around you and greeted you with a kiss on your temple. Then guided you back to his quarters.
He talked to you about everything, asked about your past, as well simply about your day. 
But not once did he ask, if you wanted to have sex with him. 
As the days passed, the less brave and determined you were to reject him. Especially not after Steve started coming over to your quarters, to meet your parents and play this whole thing, as if you really were a couple.
So if he was this sweet and supportive, why did you still fear displeasing him in any way? 
“I mean I’m not hiding at all.” Your speech quickened slightly, as you explained your actions. “I may have hoped no one would find this spot that quickly. I would tell you about it, I was going to. But first I needed to, um, I wanted to-”
“Easy, honey.” Steve cupped your cheek.
He ran his thumb along your lip, cooing at you softly. 
He didn’t look angry, nor suspicious. Which lessened your worries. 
“So you found one of Tony’s panic rooms.” Steve took a quick look around. “Not many people know about their existence. Not many can find them.”
“It was actually an accident,” you laughed at that, remembering how you stumbled when changing light bulbs in a weird fixture in the main lounge room and instead of breaking the mirror on the wall the pressure of your fall activated sensor in the wall, opening the passage to this room. 
You told Steve the story, watching mirth form crinkles around his eyes. He kissed your forehead softly, before pulling away. Not enough to leave much space between your bodies. 
“And why are you storing provisions here?” He glanced at the jars and cans you stacked on the few shelves. 
“Just in case. We have a storage and everything is rationed generously, but-” your gaze dropped as you mumbled- “somemayhavebeenstolen.”
“What was that?” Steve’s tone chilled and you felt the hair on your nape standing to attention. 
With two fingers, he tilted your chin up. Blue eyes bore into yours, a Captain’s command in them snapped you into obedience without an order falling from his lips. 
“I think I’ve noticed someone sneaking out some portions. Often.” You admitted. “I wanted to make sure we wouldn’t suffer much loss, in case that person continued to steal.”
“Why haven’t you reported it?” Steve frowned, his hold on your chin turning into an unpleasant pinch. 
“Because the person I should report to first, is the one who takes it.” You also tried to convince yourself that maybe Walker simply was giving it away to someone in need. 
“You could’ve told me.” Steve pointed out, his frown deepening in displeasure. 
“But you always talk about the importance of chain of command,” you blurted out.
Which actually surprised Steve. His eyebrows arched up and then his disapproval was shifting into amused satisfaction once again.
“You’re so dutiful, honey.” Steve’s grin made you gulp nervously. 
His gaze slowly trailed down. When it returned to your face there was a possessive glint in the blue irises. A hot jolt stroke down your spine, pooling in your lower belly with heat in preparation for what was to come.
Because even if your lips wanted to part on a pitiful No, you knew Steve would take anyway. And he’d make sure your body was on board with his desires. 
“Why don’t you continue your impeccable service for your Captain, huh?” Steve dragged the zipper of your jacket down. 
It was butter soft brown leather; once belonging to Steve, but since it was too big on you, he graciously encouraged you to cut and sew it, so it fit you better. 
Steve parted the sides of the jacket, exposing your chest. One move was enough to yank down the stretchy top you had underneath. Your breasts spilled out and you clenched your fingers on the edge of the counter, forcing yourself not to cover yourself, even though you felt shy. 
Steve cupped your breasts with his hands; squeezed them and kneaded gently. The coarse fabric of his fingerless gloves provided additional sensation. He rolled one nipple under his thumb; pinched the other. His mouth swallowed each little moan of yours. 
He drew out a whine out of you as he tugged your bottom lip between his teeth, at the same time unzipping your jeans. Steve knelt down to take off one of your shoes and pull your leg free from the pant leg. Enough to have you spread for him as wide as he wanted. 
“Umm-” you swallowed hard as Steve stretched to his full height. 
He was so much bigger than you. So much stronger. Sometimes, when he had you in his arms, it truly made you feel safe. Other times it scared you; made you quickly comply. 
Steve picked you up so easily, sitting you on the narrow counter and standing between your legs. 
“I don’t have any more pills,” you revealed. “Contraceptives, I mean. Bruce said it will take a few weeks for the production to be finished, after that one ingredient turned out to be spoiled.”
Steve met your eyes. He listened to what you were saying, nodding his head intently as you spoke, but still unzipped his suit and freed his cock. 
You couldn’t help it, your gaze flicked down. Seeing it almost daily didn’t diminish the awe of the cock a primal part of your brain declared perfect. Your pussy clenched, growing wetter in preparation for what was inevitable. 
Steve’s hand closed around his girth and he gave a few pumps before guiding the angry-red tip into your hole. 
He slid inside with a groan. Your own choked cry responding. 
When he met slight resistance due to your position, Steve hooked his arms beneath your knees and pulled your legs upwards. Your ass tilted and your upper body angled backwards. It allowed him to sink fully in, until you felt that unpleasant pressure against your cervix and his balls met your buttocks. 
Then, as he bottomed out in your unprotected pussy, Steve regarded your words.
“Slight inconvenience. But we’re skilled in adjusting to new situations and challenges.” He rested his forehead against yours; his voice growing more raspy and breathless. “If fate wants us to have a child, then we will rise to that blessing as well.” 
He rocked his hips into you, his pelvis grazing your clit. You squeaked, bracing your hands on Steve’s shoulders. 
“Fuck, honey.” Steve withdrew a few inches then slowly thrust back in. “Your sweet cunt is so tight and wet for me.” 
It was tight, because he hadn’t prepared you thoroughly - sometimes it was a blessing, because there were other times when Steve was so focused on making you soaked that he turned you into an overstimulated mess. 
Also because his dick was so fucking thick. 
“My perfect pussy. Isn’t it?” Each stroke was a purposeful, unrushed torment, so that you felt those inches penetrating you. Owning you. 
“Y-yes, Steve. It’s yours,” you mewled when he poked your cervix again. 
“It was made to be filled, honey.” Steve’s pace started increasing. “Its purpose is to take my cock and milk every last drop of my cum, until your womb swells with it.”
There were protesting voices in your head, demanding that you shake your head no and that you tell him you didn’t want to get pregnant. But they never made it past the barrier of voices supplying that you always dreamed of having a family and that Steve would take good care of you. 
Even if the objections somehow made it onto your tongue, the moans and cries Steve was eliciting with each thrust and filthy word deformed them into agreement. 
“That’s it, honey. Taking your Captain so well. Going to take all my cum and thank me for it.”
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mrsdarkandyandere7 · 1 year
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Future Plans
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Pairing: Dark Steve Rogers x (female) Reader
▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.
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SUMMARY: Steve has a desire to have a family and you’re no one to stop him. 
WARNINGS: Non-con; Implied Kidnapping; Forced Pregnancy. 
AN: First time writing non-con, so let me know how this is. This is a small gift for reaching 900 followers, thank you guys! Please, reblog and give me feedback.
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“No! Stop it!” you cry out but to no avail. Steve keeps fucking you against the matress with rough thrusts, his pelvis hitting your own in a painful way that makes you squeal.
You’re dry as a desert and it only makes your pain worse, his massive cock drilling your weak pussy. His hands hold down your wrists, his handsome face contorted with wicked pleasure as his sweat drips down to your face. 
The bed squeaks with every movement, continuously hitting the wall behind it. The tears keep wetting your face as you’re unable to control yourself. You hate him so much, you just want him to leave you alone. 
“Oh, fuck, I’m getting so close.” he groans, eyes rolling with satisfaction. Steve tries to kiss you, but you turn your head so his lips kiss your skin instead, sucking and spreading his disgusting saliva all over you. 
“I’m gonna give you a kid, how about that?” he grunts, moving a hand to grab your face, forcing you to stare at him. Horror fills every inch of your body, the little hope you had for yourself starting to disappear.
“No, no…” you regain energy as you strongly try to push Steve away from you. A child is the least thing you need right now.
He only chuckles, followed by a moan and he thrusts into you harder, eyes glinting with intense emotion. Lust, madness.
“You’re gonna be so heavy with my kid that you won’t be able to stand properly, much less run away. I’m gonna fuck a baby into you. Fuck, yes.” Steve mutters, his thrusts getting more erratic and violent as he keeps talking. 
“I’ll always keep you pregnant, heavy and full of my babies. That’s going to be so nice, isn’t it?” tears keep running down your face and you’re not sure if it’s because of his aggressive way of fucking you or because of deranged his plans. 
He fucks you relenlessly until he suddenly halts, a loud moan escaping his lips as the buries his face on your face. Steve crashes down on top of you, his weight making it harder for you to breathe but he doesn’t seem to notice you trying to get away from him.
Instead, he kisses your neck and takes a deep breath, pushing his cock until you can’t take more of him. Some white cum drips down your pussy and down your thighs, the feeling is gross and you can’t wait to clean it all.
He seems to have read your mind because he hugs you, twisting your body so that you’re caged back into his arms, his cock still buried inside you. 
“No cleaning, babe, we gotta make sure it sticks. We should have a little one in nine months.” Steve declares, tilting his hips upwards, as he kisses the top of your sweaty head.
You close your eyes, hoping to wake up next morning and find out it’s all just a big nightmare. 
It’s not and in nine months, you find yourself holding a tiny baby as Steve fervoulsy kisses your forehead, thanking you for giving him such a beautiful bundle of joy. 
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writerslittlelibrary · 3 months
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I'm your mother now, chapter 8
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masterlist series masterlist
part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6 part 7 part 8
summary: you’ve finally accepted Natasha as your mother, and because of that she has decided to have a nice Christmas with your new family
pairing: Dark!Natasha x teen reader, Dark!Yelena x teen reader, Dark!Melina x teen reader, Dark!Alexei x teen reader
warnings: dark themes, kinda evil Natasha, translated Russian, Stockholm syndrome
genre: angst, fluff
words: 2168
a/n: well guys, here it is, the final chapter of the ‘I’m your mother now’ series. I hope you enjoy:) (I apologise for the delay. like I mentioned before, I’m sick) thank you all for the messages I got, I appreciate all of you 🫶
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You didn’t know what changed, but Natasha was so much more comfortable to be around. You weren’t sure if something changed about you, or something changed about her, but you knew something did. 
She was more flexible. Less strict with following routines and more caring. You were having the time of your life, and when Natasha asked you to join her with going to town, you didn’t even hesitate to say yes.
You had no clue what date or month it was, but when you got to the town, there were Christmas decorations everywhere. 
Lights were hung up in every tree, and the stores were filled with trees, ornaments and lights.
Natasha smiled as she pulled you over to the trees, telling you you could pick one. You smiled and held Natasha’s hand tightly as you weaved through the many Christmas trees, looking for the best one. 
“You can pick one as large as you like, Malyshka,” Natasha told you as you stared at the bigger trees. 
You gave her another large smile and nodded, dragging her to the larger trees. 
“What about that one?” you asked as you pointed at a large, full tree. It was absolutely beautiful, and Natasha couldn’t help but smile from the excitement on your face.
“Of course we can get that one,” she told you, signalling to a worker that was there to pack the Christmas trees. 
“We’d like this one,” Natasha said as she motioned to the tree.
The worked nodded, putting a number on it and asking for an address. You should’ve known it would be delivered. There’s no way any Christmas tree would fit in that expensive car that Natasha owned. 
After giving the man an address, he nodded and wrote it down. 
You weren’t particularly sure Natasha gave a real address though. She had done so well with hiding your location, picking out a house far into the woods. You were certain Natasha would never give away that location, but you didn’t really find it in yourself to care, or even to really think about it. You trusted Natasha, and you were sure she knew what she was doing.
“You picked a nice one,” the worker suddenly said, pulling you from your thoughts. 
He had a strong Russian accent, yet his English was flawless and very understandable. You nodded, giving him a small smile as he gave Natasha a card, probably confirmation of buying the tree.
Natasha thanked him before dragging you towards the mall, claiming you two needed to get Christmas decorations, as Natasha didn’t have any of those in the house yet.
Of course, your shopping spree ended with ice-cream. No matter how cold or snowy the weather got, Natasha claimed ice-cream was always appropriate, and who were you to disagree?
After coming home, Natasha told you to help her put out all the Christmas decorations. The tree would be coming tomorrow, so now you could just help her put some decorations up around the house.
Natasha had bought an insane amount of nice lights, hanging them up everywhere, giving the room and pleasant and cosy feeling. 
That day was over pretty fast, and because you still weren’t quite over the whole police ordeal, you still requested Natasha to stay in your room every night. 
Of course, Natasha happy obliged each time, being more than happy that you finally admitted you needed her. You were absolutely drained from the day, so you slept in, and to your surprise, Natasha didn’t come to wake you. You slept peacefully until your clock had more than two numbers before the dots. 
It was about 10.30 when Natasha came to wake you up, and you groaned and stretched as she pulled you out of bed, trying to get you exited with the idea that the tree was coming today. 
You were out of bed in no time when you remembered that, happy to follow Natasha’s whole morning routine as you played with the bubbles in the bath.
You were happy, content. Why had you resisted so much when you first arrived? 
You loved Natasha, and she loved you. She took care of you, taught you how to take proper care of yourself, too. She bathed you, made you food, helped you get ready for bed and helped you with everything you could ever need or want help with.
Natasha loved you, right?
Yes. Yes she did. Natasha loved you.
It was about three in the afternoon when the doorbell rang. Natasha went to open it while you happily ate your lunch.
When the door opened, you heard a familiar voice entering the house, and it didn’t take long before you jumped up, running to the front door and greeting the person. 
It was auntie Yelena, and she had brought the Christmas tree. 
Yelena was here! Was she gonna celebrate Christmas with you as well?
Yelena smiled as she opened her arms, allowing you to hug her tightly. Natasha smiled lovingly at the sight, happy you two got along so well. After a few second, Yelena let go, saying she needed some help unloading the Christmas tree. 
You nodded, and turned to Natasha to silently ask for permission.
When Natasha gave you a nod, you smiled widely, grabbing Yelena’s hand as she led you to her much larger car. The tree could easily fit in it, and you figured Natasha must’ve had it delivered to Yelena’s place.
After helping Yelena get the tree inside, Natasha walked in with the big box you bought yesterday. It had all the decorations you’d need for a Christmas tree. 
You were more than happy when you, Yelena, and Natasha decorated the tree. They mostly let you decided where what would go, wanting the tree to look perfect in your vision. They wanted Christmas to be perfect for you, knowing you never had a proper one. 
And so, Natasha and Yelena followed your every command as you told them where and how to put the ornaments, smiling and laughing at your little bossy attitude. 
Natasha playfully scolded you for it, and when she noticed you didn’t even flinch, but rather just laughed with her and joked about it, she looked at Yelena, eyes filled with hope.
You were happy. You were home.
Yelena stayed with you that entire week, and on Christmas Eve, the doorbell rung again. You and Yelena stayed at the table, playing a board game you found in the closet as Natasha went to open the door. 
You heard two voices coming from the hallway, and you heard multiple greetings in Russian. 
One voice was heavy and sounded like it belonged to a man, while the other was a little softer, yet still sounded a bit stern. 
You had no idea who these two people could possible be, yet when they walked into the house, seeing you sitting at the kitchen counter with Yelena, the woman walked over to you, engulfing you in a tight hug. 
You were surprised, to say the least, but you didn’t hesitate or pull away. 
When the woman finally pulled away, she cupped your cheeks in her hands, studying your face.
“I’m so happy to meet you, Malyshka,” the woman spoke with a heavy Russian accent. You figured these must be Natasha and Yelena’s parents. 
The woman smiled as she gently rubbed her slightly rough thumbs across your cheek. “You are so beautiful,” she said as she placed a kiss on your forehead. You smiled slightly at her, still rather confused about the sudden presence of the two new people.
“Mama, dayte yey nemnogo mesta,” (mama, give her some space) Yelena spoke, and the woman let her hands drops from your face. 
“I apologise. I am Melina,” the woman introduced herself, and you smiled as you raised your hand for her to shake. “I’m y/n,” you told her as she chuckled, shaking your hand firmly. 
“And I am Alexei,” a voice from behind Melina boomed. 
Alexei stepped forward, giving you a pleasant smile. “I too, am very happy to meet you. You look even prettier than pictures,” he stated, and you frowned slightly before you let the train of thought go, not wanting to concern yourself with such things any longer. 
You smiled at him, and invited both of them to sit down and play the game with you. 
The smiled and agreed, and soon all five of you were playing the game. When it was about ten o'clock, Natasha stated you should go to bed, as you had an exciting day tomorrow. 
You frowned at that, not sure what would be so exciting about tomorrow, yet you didn’t protest when Natasha grabbed your hand, making you say goodnight to everyone before leading you up to your room. 
After you were all done and settled in bed, you looked at Natasha with the best puppy dog eyes you could possible muster. 
“Will you still stay with me tonight, mama?” you asked her innocently, and she smiled as she sat down on the bed. She stroked your hair, letting her hand follow it all the way to your back before she started at the top of your head again. 
You were sleepy, it was undeniable, and the way you clutched your stuffed animals was melting Natasha’s heart. 
“How about this,” Natasha started, leaning a bit closer. “I will stay with you until you fall asleep, and then I’ll go downstairs to talk with the other for a while, and when we’ll all go to bed, I’ll come and sleep here, okay?” Natasha suggested, and you nodded as you closed your eyes. 
“Nighty night, Malyshka. Sweet dreams,” she told you, giving you a kiss on your forehead, continuing to stroke your back until you were fully asleep. 
Natasha kept her promise, and when she went to bed herself, she joined you in your bed, revelling in the fact you unconsciously reached out for her to cuddle. 
On Christmas morning, Natasha gently woke you up, placing kisses all over your face until your groaned and opened your eyes. Natasha smiled sweetly at you as she saw you wake up, placing some more kisses on your face until you were giggling, pushing her head away to get away from the tickly sensation. 
Natasha smiled and gave you a moment to fully wake up, before she helped you out of bed, and as always, bathed you and helped you brush your teeth. 
Once your were clean and dressed, Natasha took you downstairs, where Yelena, Melina, and Alexei were already sitting at the kitchen counter. You smiled at them, returning their good mornings as you went to sit down. 
Natasha smirked slightly and gave Yelena a small nudge, who understood the hint and spoke up. 
“Don’t you wanna look at the Christmas tree, Malysh?” Yelena asked, and you looked at her a bit confused. 
“Why? Did something change?” you asked her with confusion, while the others just smiled at you. “Just go and look,” Natasha then stated, making you stand up from you chair and walk into the living room. 
It took only mere seconds before you noticed the countless present under the Christmas tree.
“Presents!?” you exclaimed, and you swear you could hear Natasha chuckle at your surprise. “Why are there so many presents?!” you asked in excitement, and Natasha smiled as she walked up to you. 
“It’s Christmas, Malyshla,” she started, placing a hand on your shoulder. “Everyone gets presents during Christmas,” she explained. 
“I’ve never had presents on Christmas!” you exclaimed excitedly, turning to Natasha, seeing the amused look she carried on her face. “You do now,” she simply stated, wiping some stray hairs from your face. 
“Do you want to go open some?” she asked, and you nodded happily, walking over to the tree and sitting on the ground, close to the presents. 
Apparently, Melina, Alexei, Yelena, and Natasha had all bought you presents, making the tree overflow. Of course, there were presents for them as well, probably bought by eachother, but most of the presents were for you. 
You happily opened present after present, appreciating and thanking everyone for each and every gift.
The others sat on the couch, leaving the present dealing all up to you. You could decided who would get what present and when. 
You had the best time ever, and after all the presents were opened, you didn’t even hesitate to drag everyone to play a board game you got as one of your presents. Everyone was happy, and everyone enjoyed themselves immensely. 
All your previous thoughts and concerns were gone. All you knew was Natasha. All you wanted to know was Natasha. You were happy, you were safe, and you would never have to worry about anything ever again. 
You were happy. 
It kept repeating in your head, but it wasn’t an uncertainty as it had been all those weeks ago. 
You were safe. 
Nothing was uncertain anymore. Everything was clear. Natasha saved you. Natasha loved you, and you loved her.
Forever.
(phew, that was it. that was the whole series. I hope you guys enjoyed and I hope you were happy with the ending I wrote! hopefully I’ll see you in future fics!:))
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Fill You Up
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Pairing / Dark!Stepdad!Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warning / Breeding Kink, Non-con, step dad x step daughter (let me know if I missed anything!!)
Bucky didn’t care that it was wrong, here he was, living in your house, dating your mom, sharing a bed with her every night…all so he could see you, be around you, watch every move you made. 
He knew he had no choice, from the moment he saw you he knew he had to have you. He knew you were young, so sweet, so beautiful, so untouched. Bucky had to have you, he had to taste you, had to break you, had to fill you. 
It had been so long since he had moved in, painstakingly keeping himself in check, forcing himself to wait. It drove him mad, the waiting. There was only so much he could do, only so much of your underwear he could cum on, only so many times he could lay in your bed, stroking his cock as he breathed in your scent. 
He knew he had your trust, he had it from the get go. You were so naive, so trusting. How many nights did you spend cuddled against his side, how sweet did the word dad sound coming from your lips, how intoxicating was it to feel you against him, the rush he got when his fingers traced your hips, when he purposely brushed himself against you. 
You were torturing him and you didn’t even know it. 
Bucky’s most frequent obsession was filling you up with his cum, shooting load after load into your untouched pussy, watching as your stomach plumped with his cum, watching your stomach fill and round out as he bred you. 
He wanted to see you filled, he wanted to cum inside you and never leave, keep you on his cock all day and all night. He wanted you filled  with his cum until you were ready to burst. 
Bucky smiled as you walked into the living room and fell onto the sofa, plastering yourself against his side. He didn’t hesitate to wrap an arm around you, pulling you even closer into him and pressed his lips against your hair, smiling as you nuzzled into his chest. 
“Tired, baby?” He asked softly, running his fingers up and down your arm. 
You hummed into Bucky’s chest, letting your eyes fall closed as you focused on the sound of his heart beat in your ear. 
Bucky was more than content to hold you, seeing how easily you drifted off to sleep against him sent a thrill straight to his cock, knowing how much you trusted him. 
He couldn’t be blamed really, he’d been so good, treated you so well and here you were, fast asleep and cuddled against him. 
He let his arm reach over, his hand stopping at the top of your thigh. You were wearing a pair of shorts, ones that always made Bucky hard, especially when you reached up for something and gave him the perfect view of your ass. 
Bucky bit his lip, moving his eyes from your lap to your eyes, you were fast asleep. 
He couldn’t stop himself, his fingers gently reached under your shorts, moving ever so softly until his fingers rested against your covered pussy. 
“Fuck.” Bucky couldn’t help but moan quietly, running his fingers up and down, moaning louder when you shuffled against the touch and moved into his hand. 
He’d been so good, this was all he needed. He swore he was going to move his hand, just another feel and he was done. 
Then you went a let out the softest moan he’d ever heard, a delicate moan that went right to his cock, the sweetest moan that would have brought any man down. 
How could he resist? 
Thankfully your mom was still out, god knows Bucky couldn’t help himself at this point, one moan and his carefully crafted patience was torn apart, he doubted he would have cared if your mom was in the room. 
Bucky kept stroking your pussy, picking up the pace and eating up every moan and whimper that subconsciously left your lips. 
He needed more. 
He needed to taste that perfect little pussy you were hiding from him. 
He somehow managed to drag his hand away from you, smirking as you let out a soft whine and shifted your hips, seeking him out. 
“I got you, baby girl.” Bucky promised, slipping to his knees and ever so carefully slid your shorts down your legs without waking you. 
Bucky wasted no time, his face against your pussy, licking his way up to your panty covered clit and relishing in the way you jerked forward against his face. He mouthed at your panties, promising he’d be gentle but one taste and he was gone. 
You stirred awake to a strange feeling, your eyes were still closed but you felt something moving against you, felt a wetness you hadn’t felt before you fell asleep and then suddenly sat up with a gasp as a jolt of pleasure ran through you. 
“What-“ you began to ask but cut yourself off with a whine as Bucky’s tongue circled your clit. 
Bucky’s hand came up to your hips, pinning you in place and you could only what the scene in confusion. This was Bucky, the man who had taken up the position of your dad after yours had walked out on you and your mom, he was your mom’s partner, she loved him more than anything. 
Why was he doing this?
“Shh baby girl, daddy’s got you.” Bucky murmured against your pussy when you tried to push him off. 
“Stop it, get off me!” You insisted, trying to push at his head but he just moved one of his hands from your hips and wrapped both your wrists up before going back to mouthing at your pussy. 
Bucky couldn’t stop himself if he tried, he didn’t care about anything now that he had let himself have a taste. He felt like a man starved and your pussy was the only thing he needed to survive. 
You felt tears come to your eyes as Bucky moved his other hand to roughly pull your underwear down before his lips were back on your pussy again. 
Bucky moaned against you, licking the length of your pussy, finally tasting you after years of waiting. You were so sweet, infinitely more so than he had imagined. Even your cries were so soft, going straight to Bucky’s cock. 
“Please, stop.” You begged over and over again but Bucky refused to listen, forcing his tongue into your tight little hole causing you to whine as the intrusion. “Please!”
Bucky was a moaning mess, his fingers joined his tongue inside you, fucking into your tight pussy drawing more pained cries from you. 
Eventually Bucky managed to pull his tongue out of you, the taste of you thick in his mouth, everything he had waited for. 
His fingers still moved inside you as his other hand finally let go off your wrists to cup your cheek, brushing away tears though the space was quickly filled with more. 
“Shush, don’t be scared baby, daddy’s got you.” Bucky soothed as you sobbed. “Come on baby, don’t cry, listen to how wet you are for me.”
That made you cry more because Bucky was right, you didn’t want this but you could hear how wet you were as Bucky’s fingers thrusted into you. 
“Stop it, please dad.” You pleaded with him and Bucky couldn’t help but moan, thrusting his fingers even deeper inside you drawing a pained cry from you. 
“Daddy’s gonna take such good care of you, doll.” Bucky promised, his hand falling from your cheek onto your stomach, caressing the skin that would soon be swollen with his cum. 
“Don’t do this.” You cried but it was too late, there was no stopping now. 
“Come on, baby.” Bucky murmured, pulling his fingers out of you and into his mouth, sucking the wetness from them with a moan before he grabbed your arms and pulled you from the sofa. 
You tried to fight him, you really did but you were no match against Bucky’s strength and he easily pulled you up the stairs and into your bedroom, throwing you onto the bed like you were a rag doll. 
“Daddy’s gonna fill you up so good, baby, gonna be nice and fat for me.” Bucky murmured against your stomach, his hands roughly grabbing your breasts as he kissed and sucked bruises into your stomach. 
“Please don’t do this, I won’t tell, just stop.” You cried, trying to squirm away from him but it was no use.
Bucky’s cock was painfully hard and he couldn’t wait any longer. He had to have you, had to be buried inside you, had to fill you up over and over again. 
You were his, you always had been but now he got to prove it. 
You watched as Bucky pulled away from your stomach, his hands leaving your breasts but before you could hope that was it, before you could bolt from the bed you watched as Bucky pulled his pants down, panicked sobs escaping you as you saw his long, hard cock. 
“Waited so long, doll, waited so long to fill you up. Gonna look so good fat and full of my cum, gonna fuck my baby into you.” Bucky was drunk from your pussy, his words pouring from him without much thought. 
You gasped and cried at his words, unable to recognise the man before you. Gone was the caring, trusted father figure you loved and instead was a monster. 
Bucky lined his aching cock against your tight hole, feeling you tense up but he didn’t care, he had to fill you up. It was the only coherent thought in his head. 
Your hands gripped the blanket beneath you, squeezing tightly as you cried in pain, feeling yourself being split in two as Bucky forced his cock into your pussy, balls deep without giving you a second to adjust. 
Bucky moaned as his cock was engulfed by the tight heat of your pussy, unable to stop himself from pushing his whole length into you, relishing in the pained noises escaping you. 
He didn’t give you any chance to calm yourself, as quickly as he was inside you he was pulling most of the way out before slamming into you, feeling how tight you were, moaning wildly as he pushed in as deep as he could, knowing in no time he’d been filling you up. 
“That’s it, baby girl, so good for me, gonna fill you up so good.” Bucky murmured, feeling himself losing more control as he thrusted madly into you. 
You could do nothing but lay there, hating how wet you were despite the pain, hating how Bucky was using you, how he had changed so much without a sign. 
Bucky could feel he was ready to cum, slamming into you at a brutal pace that had you screaming and withering in pain. Bucky only stopped when he felt himself cumming, thrusting painfully deep into you to make sure his cum filled you up nice and good. 
“That’s it baby, you feel that, feel daddy’s cum filling you up, feel daddy’s cum giving you a baby.” Bucky moaned, emptying himself into you and not giving you a chance to catch your breath before he was thrusting in you again. 
Bucky was like a wild animal, he couldn’t count how many times he had cum inside you, unable to think of anything but filling you up. He held you down but eventually he didn’t need to, you were bruised and exhausted, completely and utterly drained, unable to do anything but lay there and take what Bucky gave you. 
Bucky was intoxicated, he had waited so long for this and every painstaking second was worth it. 
He looked at you now, your stomach was beautifully swollen, he was impressed with himself, his cum had filled you up so much, filled you to the point that your stomach had grown, showing him what he had wanted to see for so long. 
He hated to pull out of you, knowing that some of his cum would leak out of you. He knew he didn’t have much longer though, knew he’d gotten lucky with having this long with you. He also knew it wouldn’t be the last time he filled you up, he’d only had one time with you but he knew he was addicted now. 
There was no going back. 
“Fuck doll, so good for me.” Bucky praised as he slowly pulled out of you, watching as his cum poured out of your stretched pussy. “Look at you, so fucking fat, so filled with my cum, filled with my baby.”
You somehow managed to pry your eyes open and looked down at your stomach, feeling sick  as you saw how swollen your stomach was, knowing that it was Bucky’s cum that had done it to you. 
Bucky dipped his head down, kissing your swollen stomach and as much as you wanted to move away you couldn’t make your body move, instead only able to lay where you were with silent tears sliding down your face. 
Bucky eventually managed to pull himself away from you, only when he heard the front door open, giving one last kiss to your stomach before he forced himself to leave, leaving you frozen on the bed, not able to stand and clean yourself, not able to do anything but cry wondering what had happened to the man who you thought would never hurt you. 
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thefiery-phoenix · 8 months
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YANDERE TONY STARK HEADCANONS
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Tony as a yandere would be calculating, EXTREMELY possessive, a manipulative and obsessive one too and it's all for the best in his eyes
He'd first meet you at a party or something like that. You weren't like those other types of people, shallow and self centered. The way you just... blended with the flow and you were super chill about it was intriguing to him. So he came up to you and when you suddenly tripped on your shoe lace/ heel, he caught you by our waist as you spilled your drink on him . You apologized profusely and grabbed a few tissues from somewhere and offered to help him but he just brushed it off telling you it was no problem
May or may not send JARVIS to spy on you just to know 'if your safe of not' and heck, he'll even find a way to hack into ALL your accounts you never told a single soul about and YES that even includes that Wattpad and Tumblr account too. He'll keep track of all your social media and if he sees anyone trying to flirt with you or something, he'll either end up blocking them or send JARVIS or his Iron Legion or deal with those clowns. He needs his daily dosage of hourly updates on you so he knows you're safe or he'll freak
He knows you like the back of his hand and probably much more than you know about yourself. He can read you like an open book, always calculating and interpreting your next move
He tries being subtle with you first, trying to gain and get your attention with gifts and all that romantic shit, but he grows puzzled and confused when you keep on rejecting him. He gets upset and startled when you call him a 'Playboy' and he'll do something completely IRRATIONAL like kidnapping you. Ah yes, the most easiest way to deal with problems when it comes to yanderes
But he'll never yell or raise his hands on you and make you do things you aren't comfortable with. He has a lot of respect for you and literally DROWNS in his respect women juice. He will spoil you rotten till no ends. Want that new book series that got released? Don't worry, he's already called ahead and made sure those guys have a separate stock ready for you. Want your favorite snack? It's already there sitting beside your bed table
When you act up or try running away from him, he'll be heartbroken and disappointed like a dad. He'll restrict you from using your favorite items for a while and then he'll just cuddle you and kiss you saying he really loves you and not to scare him or do something like that again
If someone tries harming you that fool who decided to do something as stupid and dangerous as that would literally pay with their lives no joke. He'll be bashing them up till they bleed and after he's done torturing them, he'll kill them. No one messes with the love of his life and TF away with it
Man has ABSOLUTE power that can even ruin people's lives if necessary
Just listen to him before he does something really irrational like killing your friends because they're ''taking'' you away from him
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vampy-doll · 1 year
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Dark!Dad’sBestFriend!Frank Castle x Reader
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Head Cannon: SoftDark!DbfFrank Castle x Reader
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Words: 2.8k (I meant for this to be a head cannon but then she got a bit juicy)
TW: 18+, smut, dub-con, daddy kink, unprotected sex, drinking, power imbalanced relationships (older dad’s friend), reader is 20, if I’ve missed any please let me know!
A/N: I literally JUST started season 2 of daredevil, haven’t even started Punisher, but here I am anyway. I was listening to West Coast by Lana Del Rey when writing this and it just fits 
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You come from a military background, your father and his father before both served in their youth.
You opted out to be in a dorm to save money on tuition and just stayed with your parents and drive to campus. 
One day when you come home you find your dad sitting at the dining room table laughing with a muscular handsome man his age. 
“This is Frank, I served with him when I was young.” 
He’s one of the hottest men you’ve ever seen in your entire life. 
You mutter a simple “hi” and “thank you for your service.” But he just looks you up and down carnally under your father's attention and a blush pinched your cheeks. 
Frank started coming around the house more often saying how he just moved to the area. He’d come over for dinner, or have a few drinks and sit in the humid spring evening weather at the glass patio table or play pool in the basement. 
Sometimes they’d let you play pool with them. Usually when your dad had too much to drink and became a lousy shot according to Frank. So you took over his turn.
Frank said it’s important that pretty girls know how to play pool so they can impress men in bars. 
That night your dad had gone upstairs to go to bed knowing Frank could let himself out after the two of you finished. 
Frank had you bent over, pressed against your hips, his hand on the low of your back, his affirming whisper in your ear as he guided you to line up the shot. 
Your skin was burning and you couldn’t focus on the game at hand when you were throbbing. 
You could smell the beer on his breath as his hand guided down the small of your back to your ass over your favorite daisy duke short shorts you put on specifically when he came around. 
“Now, take the shot, pretty girl.” His touch became more aggressive as he grabbed your ass roughly. 
You tried not to hiccup as you took the shot, the cue ball striking the ball and bouncing it back missing the hole. 
“Aw well, sweetheart.” He swatted your ass making you whimper and jump before pulling you back up at his hold on your hips. “Be a good girl and go grab daddy another beer while I play this shot.” 
Your expression was best described as dumbfounded as you blankly nodded in shock. Stepping away you heard the sound of him striking another ball and it landing perfectly in the socket. 
Your breath was heavy thinking about the sinful interaction, your cheeks burning and underwear ruined at him referring to daddy but not meaning the one upstairs. 
You grabbed the beer from the spare fridge in the basement, hesitantly taking it back over to him. 
“Good girl, thank you doll face. So obedient aren’t you?” His voice was rough as you stood beside him watching him drink. 
“You ever drank before?” He set his stick on the green felt despite there being a few balls left. 
You shook your head daintily. 
“Have a sip baby, you might like it.” 
“I’m only 20, I’m not old enough yet.” 
He chuckled lowly under his breath. “It’ll be our little secret then won’t it?” 
He didn’t let you pull away as he forced the tip of the amber glass beer bottle against your lips. 
You cringed and you drank what he poured into your mouth, his grip on your chin keeping you in place. 
When he pulled it away and let you breathe you let out a coughing fit. “See? That wasn’t so bad. You like the taste baby?” 
You shook your head wiping the beer that had spilled from the corner of your lips on the back of your hand. 
“Aw, maybe next time I’ll bring one of those fruity drinks you young girls like for you to try.” 
“Okay,” you muttered nervously, sitting on the edge of the pool table expecting him to finish his game and leave so you could enjoy several rounds with your vibrator. 
Instead, he didn’t pick the stick back up and just moved between your legs, his callused hand spreading your knees apart. Even on the table, he was still taller than you. “God, you’re so fuckin’ pretty. I bet you have boys lined up down the block.” 
“Not at all,” you giggled nervously. 
“No boyfriend?” He quizzed and you shook your head no. “Are you a virgin?” 
You waited for a moment before shaking your head no. “No, I lost my virginity to a guy I met on a hookup app like six months ago. I just wanted it out of the way.” 
He clicked his tongue in disappointment. “Damn shame.” He grunted. “Tell me about it. Tell me about your first time.” 
“Oh, um.” You twirled your fingers around each other nervously. “I met him on a hookup app and we talked for a few days and I went to his house and we had sex.” 
“Aw, I bet you were so horny you didn’t care who it was you just wanted to be dicked down. Did you suck his cock before he fucked you?” 
You nodded, trying to mask your heavy breathing. 
“Did he make this little pussy cum all over his dick?” 
You shook your head once more. “I didn’t cum, I think I was just too nervous but he tried.” 
“Then he didn’t try hard enough,” Frank grunted as if he wanted to hunt the frat boy down. “Did he lick that wet pussy? Did you make him wear a condom or were you so horny that he talked you into taking it off?”
“He didn’t eat me out,” you cleared your throat. “He wore a condom, but he didn’t try to argue with me about it.” 
“Good girl, you knew he wasn’t worthy of feeling you raw.” His hand caressed your smooth thigh. “What happened next? Did you date for a bit or see him again?” 
“No, he ghosted me.” You tucked your hair behind your ear with embarrassment. “Guess I wasn’t very good.” 
“He’s a fucking idiot, baby. Pretty girls like you just have to spread those pretty legs and be the tightest he’s felt. I will say I’m glad he’s not in the picture anymore. You’re such a good girl I know you’d have a hard time cheating on him, ain’t that right?” 
You just nodded absent-mindedly spreading your legs wider for him. “I haven’t been with anyone else since.”
He cooed once more, his face mere inches from you as his warm hands cupped your cheek. “That’s my good girl, it was like you were waiting for me before you knew I’d be coming.” He elongated the word coming. “You needed a big strong daddy, isn’t that right?” 
You whimpered and nodded with a heaving chest. Even your naughty romance novels never felt this intense. 
“Say it,” he demanded softly. “Say you need a big strong daddy to take care of you and that pretty little pussy.” 
“I-I need a big s-strong daddy to take care of me.” You stuttered. He nodded silently ordering you to complete it. “And take care of my l-little pussy.” You whispered the obscenities. 
“Good girl.” He growled. He hungrily took your lips with his, his feral actions grabbing you roughly around the waist with one arm scooting you closer to him. His tongue quickly found its way against your lips begging to be invited. 
Hesitantly you separated your lips for him you found the taste of his beer and cigar from earlier against his tongue. He invaded your mouth in the best sense of the word. The two of you breathing heavily against each other wrapped your arms behind his neck forcing him closer to your core. 
“Lay back,” he breathlessly pulled back, forcing your shoulder to lie down. You laid against the rough green felt of the table as he dragged your hips down over the edge, pulling your shorts and panties quickly off. 
He didn’t hesitate to get on his knees and wrap his muscled arms around your hips, forcing your thighs to stay propped up against his shoulders. 
An abrupt moan left your lips as his thick tongue devoured your pussy. His hot breath ricocheted against your skin and you snaked your hands through his thick brown hair as he dragged the tip of his large nose over your clit with his tongue circling your entrance. 
Your hands swung and gripped at the glossy mahogany frame of the pool table, your chipped red-painted nails scratching at the edge as he groaned against your pussy. “Fuck, baby. Taste so fucking good, you’re so tight, it’s gonna be a squeeze getting me inside you.” 
“Daddy, don’t stop.” You pouted, your hips bucking against his face. 
“Better be quiet there, princess. Would hate for your folks to hear that I have my tongue in their sweet little daughter’s pussy.” He didn’t pull away from your heat for very long, too starved to keep himself away for longer than needed. 
“Basement is soundproof…” You rode against his face again, your hand traveling down the back of his neck to dig your nails into his sun kissed skin. “My brother wanted to learn how to play drums and they soundproofed the basement for him.” 
You felt him grin between your legs before latching his lips around your clit. You cried out once more as he began to suck the sensitive nerve, his fingers searching between your lips to slide inside. You winced as his large fingers began to stretch your out. His bony knuckles and large callused fingers pumped in and out of you. 
“Gonna…Cum…” You whined, tears brimming your eye. your back arched dramatically off the billiard table as you came on his tongue. 
After you finished he stood from the table, his face shiny with your release and a shit-eating smirk on his cheeks as he wiped his lips on the back of his hand. “God damn you taste so fuckin’ sweet, gonna give me a damn cavity, aren’t you princess?”
“Uhh, I guess…” You mumbled nervously, blushing as Frank laughed at you. 
“You are just too much.” He clicked his tongue. His hands draped up your waist, pulling your shirt off with it, tossing it on the table before undressing himself. 
“Oh,” You gasped looking down at his throbbing size. He quickly spread your legs further apart before you could protest at the intimidation of him. “Wait-”
“No, no baby.” Frank cooed, dragging the tip of his cock through your lips, his tip brushing against your sensitive clit. “Now it’s your turn to make daddy feel good.” 
“Wait, no!” You pushed his shoulders, trying to get away, the weight of the situation of your dad’s best friend just eating you out on his pool table finally kicking in. He ignored your protest and pushed deep inside you. 
“Fuck, you’re so goddamn tight for daddy.” Frank’s head threw back as he moaned gruffly. He forced the hands you had shoving against his chest to wrap around his neck. “You’re gonna take my cock deep in that little pussy, and you’re gonna keep your fuckin’ mouth shut unless you’re telling me how good my dick feels.” 
“But-” 
Frank grabbed your jaw in a bruising hold, pausing his thrusting hips. “I don’t care even if this basement wasn’t soundproof. No one in the entire fuckin’ world can keep me away from your fucking cunt right now. So I will not hear any protests from you, you got that dumb baby?” 
You pouted, your cheeks inflamed with shame. “Yes, daddy. I’ll be good.”
He hummed with a grin on his lips before forcing his lips against yours. “Atta girl.” 
The stubble of his carved chin irritated your cheeks as his tongue forced its way into your mouth. The smooth underside of his tongue gliding over yours distracted you for a moment before he began to drive his cock back into you. 
The taste of you on his tongue was obscene enough to take your breath from your lungs. His dexterous fingers sightlessly found their way against your clit, strumming it like a smooth record. “This little pussy belongs to me now.” 
You breathlessly nodded as he thrust harder, already filling you completely. His cock throbbed against your cervix and it all felt too much. 
“Lay back down, sweetheart,” Frank demanded once more, pushing you to lay on your back again. “Wanna watch your tits bounce as I fuck that tight little cunt.” 
“Um, okay daddy,” You murmured nervously as if he didn’t already have you on your back for him. 
Frank pulled your hips closer to the edge again before thrusting back into you. A strangled moan played from the both of you as a bead of sweat dripped down your arched back. 
His rough hands dug into your hips, bruising the skin under his hold. He was dying to mark you, even if it was under your clothes so your parents couldn’t see but you both knew it was there, that he was always on you even whenever he wasn’t around. 
“Rub your clit for me,” Frank moaned, his eyes hypnotized at your breasts as you slid your hand between your legs, hungrily guiding your fingers over your heat, shamefully already being close prior it didn’t feel like till you’d burst again. “That little cunt of yours is gripping me so damn tight baby you’re gonna make me fill you with cum. What a greedy little slut, huh? You want daddy to fill you with his cum?”
“Please cum in me, daddy.” Your voice was a desperate cry as you danced along the edge of your orgasm at his foul tongue (more than once tonight). “Fuck, daddy I’m gonna cum.”
“Cum for daddy, milk my cock every fuckin’ drop, I ain’t gonna let you waste a bit of it.” 
You wrapped your hand around his burly forearm riddled with tattoos, dragging your nails into his skin, creating pink lines in the trace. 
“Gonna cum in you, dumb little baby.” He grunted, his teeth grit together as if he was holding a secret back. His oversized hand grabbed the sweat-damp hairs at the back of your neck whipping you up against his chest. “Dumb sluts like you need a daddy to put you in place. My cum is your air.” 
A demonic grunt in your ear and Frank filled you, you could feel him spilling from you and spread all over your inner thigh. “You were such a good girl for me.” 
“Please don’t tell my daddy.”
He took a breathless chuckle. “I’m your daddy now, sweetheart.”
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“Honey!” You heard your dad call from downstairs and you cringed avoiding the basement like a plague and just avoiding Frank at all costs. “Can you bring us another case of beers, we’re out down here?” 
You cursed under your breath before dragging your feet to fetch their order. Your feet felt like they were glued to cinderblocks as you forced yourself down the stairs. Frank’s eyes devoured you, taking you down with him, a blush forming on your cheeks. 
You stood from the stairs reaching it down to your dad, trying to get out of there as quickly as possible. 
“Hey, what’s that stain on your table?” Frank pointed with the tip of his cue stick to the stain on the green felt of the pool table where he devoured you last week. You both knew the source of that stain.
“What stain?” Your dad asked, turning around to look at his table. “Looks like a water stain, I wonder if there's another leak in the ceiling.” He sighed with annoyance. 
“Must be from a real squirter of a leak.” 
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A/N: This is downright foul and I wanna fuck him so bad it makes me look stupid I haven’t even finished season two of daredevil or start punisher but I’m on my hands and knees. Also I could lowkey seeing this have more parts but that’s up to yall
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cissywritess · 1 year
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Punished
Summary: Steve punished you for making a mess knowing you didn’t mean too.
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Warnings: 18+ Dark themes, dark a lot. If your sensitive don’t read.
Pairing: Dark!Steve Rogers x reader
Notes: in my Steve phase. Request are open. Unedited
“Look at the mess you made,” Steve’s tone was low. He grabbed your hair and turned your head to look at what you did. It was an accident you were just practicing how to dance, for him. You accidentally bumped into the mirror making it fall to the side tearing the shelves down leaving a big mess on the ground.
Broken glass was everywhere. When Steve heard all the noise he came up. The look on his face. “M’sorry daddy I didn’t mea-“ you started but he cut you off.
“You didn’t mean to huh, who’s gonna have to clean this mess up?” You sobbed trying to lean into him for comfort but he pushed you away.
“Daddy no, so sorry,” you cried even more to the point you were shaking.
“You’re a bad girl,” Steve said making you scream. His cock twitched as he saw your tears coming down to your chin. Oh, how he loved it when you were all pathetic.
“No m’not. M’a god girl,” you shook your head. You are a good girl, he knew it was an accident, but Steve hasn’t felt your walls in a while making every day more difficult to keep his hands to himself.
“You’ve been bad, you know the rules Y/N,” your heart ached not even a pet name for you. You know he’s mad now.
You put your head down in defeat, he sighed as he looked at the mess. He grabbed your arm making your heart quicken. You barely got punished anymore because you behaved. You haven’t felt that sting on your ass in a while. You whimper as you thought about the last time he punished you.
You both went into the bedroom and he harshly pushed you onto the bed making you lay on your stomach. “Stay like that, don’t fucking move,” he warns.
You wait for his hand to impact your bottom but it doesn’t come. You want to look back at what he’s gonna do, but you don’t wanna anger him any more. You hear the metal of his belt clink, and his zipper coming down. You panic, you trying to squirm away about to get up and run away from him, but he was too quick grabbing your hips roughly you don’t doubt that there are going to be marked.
You scream out loud. Whenever he does this to you it’s not for your pleasure it’s for his. Which means he doesn’t care about the pain you're going to endure. “What did I say, what the fuck did I tell you, oh you're gonna get it now young lady,” you know the stupid rules. Rule number 4 never deny your daddy and Rule number 1 you know it, it’s the first rule, always listen to him.
“I’m sorry,” you were no longer in the fuzzy headspace. His leaky tip poked your folds, you weren’t even wet. “NO, no daddy no please,” you said once you felt him pushing his tip into your ass.
“You’re gonna take it, understand.” He grabbed the back of your neck to keep you in place. You cry and nod. He didn’t even spit and pushed his cock into you. Your mouth was left hanging open as you held your breath in. Steve didn’t let you adjust to the sudden pain and started thrusting.
There wasn’t any pleasure for you in this. You just had to do whatever he say or things will just get worse. You tried to close your eyes and imagine a waterfall as the wind hits your face, almost like paradise to keep you from feeling every point of pain every time he pushes out and back in.
“I’m gonna fill you all up baby, your nothing but my toy, my—own—personal—toy,” he says between thrusts. If only it worked, you could feel every inch.
“Sorry d-daddy,” you cried out. His long and heavy balls slap your folds, and you pleaded more as he pounds into you. He’s not listening to you because in his eyes you deserve it. You try to adjust to the pain and gave short breaths to calm yourself.
“You should be, your just a messy slut, a hole to fill,” he was right. His words made you cry more. You are nothing but something to please him. “Stop your crying now, you don’t wanna make another mess do you,” you shake your head, and try to suck it up.
You suddenly feel a sting on your ass making you jump, more slaps kept going on both cheeks. To the point where you can see bruises forming.
“Fuck baby, you want more?” He asked you shake your head.
“No, please daddy no more, I learned my lesson I-l’ll be good, be a good girl,” you told him but he didn’t listen to your pleading. He pulled out and for a second you felt nothing, suddenly you felt warm liquid on your ass it was going down to your folds and thighs. At first, you thought he came but it was too runny, you looked back as he still was shooting warm liquid at you. You saw that he was peeing on you. You cried out, the aroma of sex and piss filled your nostrils.
You turned back and put your face in the blanket. “You made daddy make a mess,” before he can hear an apology from you he’s in your folds, you were lucky his pee, and your wetness made the pain bearable, sudden pleasure rose in your stomach. Your head dizzy from everything that’s going on. You moan as he hits your sweet spot his balls slapping onto your clit adding more pleasure. You feel like you were about to pee and you just knew that you were close.
“Daddy, m’go- ’m gonna come, please can I come,” you tell him but he slaps your ass adding more pain to it.
“This is your punishment, you can’t,” you cry as you are forced to stop yourself from climaxing. Your surprised by the way you hold yourself.
“Please daddy, I’ll be good I’m always good girl,” you try to convince him. He pulls out, your walls ache wanting more pleasure.
“Let’s see how well you ride me and maybe I’ll consider it,” he said. You quickly sit up waiting for him to lay down.
When he does you climb on top of him ready to please. “Daddy, makin me feel good,” you whine. He grabbed his shaft and lines it up with your folds, you slide down and reach your limit.
You start bouncing on him, you realized now that he took all your clothes off, and he pinches your nipples. You moan loud. You build that pleasure in your stomach wanting so badly to come. “Slow down baby, I’m not going nowhere,” he chuckles.
“Oh please, daddy please wanna come,” you say as you continue to ride him.
“Alright baby come for daddy,” you didn’t waste another second and came. As you rode your climax you twitched as he grabbed your waist forcing you to continue fucking him. “Don’t stop now,” he groaned. You listened to him and grind on him for what felt like hours. After a few more minutes,
“Get off,” he was about to push you but you stayed still and clung to his waist as tight as you could.
“Please daddy, fill me up, want daddy’s cum in me,” you told him but he pushed you off. He went on top of you as you were on your back. His warm cum shot on your clit and your thigh.
“Don’t forget this wasn’t for your pleasure,” he raised his eyebrows. You nod. Your mind was now fuzzy and you craved for a bottle. “What do you say,”
“Thank you Daddy,”
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p3sephone · 6 months
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Controlling (Dark! Steve Rogers)
Summary: Steve Rogers is your man and he doesn't like his girl's dress.
Warnings: toxic relationship, manipulation, coercion, misoginy, no dressing freedom. Please if you do not feel comfortable with dark themes, do not read. This character does not belong to me. Minors do NOT read. This character or any character at all doesn not belong to me, but to its own owner and creator.
"Where… where do you think you're going?" You looked at his confused and frowning look, and you on the other hand simply thought that he had forgotten about your outing with your friends. You hadn't seen them in too long. "Don't you remember? I told you that I'm going out to see my friends for a while, love, it's been a long time since I've been with them." a sweet smile and a few words like reminder were more than enough for you, but certainly not for the super soldier in front of you. His frown deepened. "I don't think it's appropriate for you to go out like this, I mean… the dress goes to mid-thigh and the neckline is too exaggerated too. I don't think it's a good idea." your bright smile started to fall slightly, but then you remembered who was in front of you. Steve was an angel compared to the men of your era, but sometimes he had certain ways… certain words to dedicate to you, which truly disgusted you.
But you didn't lose heart, you just believed that after all these years maybe it was normal to still have certain thoughts, in short, maybe he was simply trying to protect you. So you approached him, delaying your exit a little longer, only to stand on your tiptoes and plant a chaste kiss on his lips. "It's a normal dress and it's so hot, plus I'll be careful and if anything happens, which I doubt, you'll be the first to be notified." you were way too confident in believing it would work.
Her frown remained, except his tone became more stoic. His large hands wrapped around your shoulders and brought you back to your seat, inches away from your face. "No, it's not normal, it's too low-cut and revealing. I don't like this dress, nor the idea that someone could watch you for all those hours while you don't even realize how easily your skirt can be hiked up." Now your smile had completely decayed and you tried to walk away, intending to make him boil off in the same anger as him, and then you would return when he calmed down. However, his hands remained firm on your shoulders and his eyes never left yours. You were starting to feel an uneasy reaction and your heart rate increase, and from that little smile of his you thought he had noticed.
“You have two options: stay here and that dress will be taken off you anyway, or you change and you can go out with the safety rules we have established.” You wanted to open your mouth and finally give him a piece of your mind, but like every time you fell back on the second choice with a boulder on your chest. Better than having yet another torn dress to throw away.
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animefreakkk21-blog · 3 months
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His Obsession
His Obsession 
Chapter 1
:Jordan didn’t exactly know what she was getting into when she accidentally bumped into Bucky Barnes aka The king of New York the boss of the Mafia 
Warning:Stalking, kidnapping, Forced relationship, Forced Marriage, NonCon.
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You were running down the street bumping into people every now and again. 
“Excuse me. Sorry.” You say as you continue to run
You were running late. You are a RN in the Emergency room. Working sometimes double even triple shifts. Not really having a personal life, Always working and if you weren’t working you were home sleeping. 
You turn the corner only to be knocked off you’re feet, about to fall on you’re ass. 
But you were quickly caught by the wrist and quickly pulled to you’re feet. 
“Sorry about that.” You hear 
You look up and see a man in a black suit. Rings on his left hand. Tattoo on the top of his left hand and it loos like it goes up his arm the way it disappears from the sleeves of his suit. 
He had dark hair that was almost shoulder length and icy blue eyes. 
“Oh no I’m sorry I wasn’t watching where I was going.” You say as you smile at him. 
You’re watch beeps. 
“Oh sugar plumbs I’m late! Sorry I have to go thank you for saving me from a nasty fall.” You say as you run down the street. 
Bucky watches as you disappear in the crowd of people A smirk on his face. He didn’t think there was anyone in this city that could smile at him like that. Most people take one look at him and shiver in fear. It did something to him, You’re long dark hair and Jade green eyes that reminded him of freshly cut grass, 
He didn’t fail to notice You’re name tag, Jordan Cross He smirked 
“I’ll be seeing you real soon doll.” He smirked 
He pulls out his phone hitting the contact number. 
“Natasha I need you to find an address for me.Jordan Cross She works at Mercy Hospital” He says 
“Okay, Text it to me when you find it.” He says hanging up the phone
He smirked knowing that he just found the one person that wasn’t aware of who he was or the profession he was in. 
It didn’t take long to locate you’re apartment, And it didn’t take much effort to get the key from the manager, All he had to do was give him a look. Which was very concerning. As he looked around you’re house he noticed there wasn’t much. No picture’s on the walls. The fridge and cabinets were empty. A TV and love seat in the main room, A a queen size bed in the bedroom. 
“Seems pretty basic.” Steve says as they look around
“But no personality to it.” Nat says 
“Start hiding the cameras.” Bucky says everyone nods 
You were dead tired after working a double shift. All you wanted to do was shower and sleep screw eating it was way too much work. 
You unlock you’re door shuffling to the bathroom stripping you’re scrubs off and jumping in the shower for a much needed shower. 
After you’re quick shower you dress into a pair of plaid black and white shorts and you’re old collage jersey. Flopping on the bed without covering up you just fall into a deep sleep. But unknown to you, Bucky stood over you, His knuckles brushing against you’re cheek. 
“Soon doll. Soon You’ll be mine.” He whispers with a small smile on his face.
The next day you were running late again, Rushing out the door, and running down the streets to the hospital, You always end up shutting you’re alarm off to get a little extra sleep, You’re boss doesn’t ever give you a day off or ever cut you any slack when you are late he retaliates by making you work a double shift, He’s a complete tool in you’re eyes anyway, Bucky watched as you ran past the many people on the side walk bumping into a few on the way. He smiled knowing he was going to bide his time to set his plan into motion, He had been waiting to find someone like you for a very long time and He knew that you were a hard working woman who barley had a social or private life because of you’re job. From what he dug up on you you’re mother died when you were only five years old leaving you to be raised by you’re step father. In and out of the hospital a lot with mysterious injuries broken arm, cracked ribs, broken tail bone, the list went on and on it’s no mystery what was going on, You left for collage at the age of eighteen, graduating not long after. went for you’re clinical at the same hospital you currently work at now. Never had a vacation or personal day. This was a bit concerning for Bucky you didn’t have a life, all you did was work and sleep, hell you barley had any food in you’re apartment. He knew tonight he was going to take you away from this life, that you were going to have a better life with him and his men. You wouldn’t have to work hard just to get by anymore he was going to make sure of that if it was the last thing he did. He smiled and walked towards you’re apartment. 
He made himself comfortable sitting in you’re love seat in the main room and waited 
You sighed grabbing you’re purse and walking out of the hospital Eric you’re boss made you work a triple shift you were exhausted, You have a bruise on you’re bicep from him grabbing you when he called you to his office when you were late today. He said one more time and you are fired. What does he expect you work double sometimes triple shifts then he expects you to come in the same day after only a few hours of sleep. 
You unlock you’re apartment door, closing it behind you setting you’re purse on the counter. When a hand covers you’re mouth. 
“You’re late doll.” You hear from behind you. 
You try to struggle but the intruder was too strong you feel a prick in you’re neck and you can feel yourself getting weak and tired 
“Don’t worry doll you’ll be home soon.” Was the last thing you hear before falling into a deep slumber.
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highonmarvel · 5 months
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Helloooo! Can i please request an au where the reader has had a few toxic relationships and she’s trying to distract herself by those by starting her own business, turns out bucky or steve are an interested investor but they never really wanted her business and just her and somehow trap her into an arrangement…Sorry if it’s too specific! 💖💕💞💗⭐️
oh, this is such a good idea, i hope i did it justice!
HR
Bucky Barnes: Your ex has made sure you’ll never get a job in NYC again, but you’re determined to keep your head above water. Just as things are getting too bleak to bare, you meet James Barnes. 18+!
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Dub/Non Con Warning!
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You yawn as you close your laptop, finally done with payroll for a small nursery school a few neighbourhoods over. Who knew Grade R teachers could have such horrible internal affairs?
You heart skips a beat as the lights flicker momentarily, and you worry your electricity will be cut off, but they stabilise, and you sigh in a relief, hand over your heart.
When you left Tony, he made sure you lost your friends, and your job, and your income has been less than minimum wage, you’re barely even scrapping by. You had been through this before, boyfriends trying to ruin your life—Thor, most notably—but you had to give Tony credit for really crippling you this time.
You weren’t able to get any office jobs again, having to settle on working for a sweet old woman in a small flower shop, which was kind, but it didn’t come close to paying your bills. Still, you refused to let Tony win; you had good qualifications; you had a bachelor in HR and nearly a decade of experience, and that no one would hire you didn’t stop you.
You started your own HR consultancy, an idea you to had spoken about to a friend a few times, but you were sure Tony had took care she never even looked at you again, so you did it alone, which would be way too much for a single person, except business was slow; but, make no mistake, you worked your ass off.
The nice thing about the flower shop is the sweet old lady allows you to hand out your business card to the few customers that come in. Only four or five people had actually taken it in the time you’d been working there, and reluctantly, at that.
You drag yourself to bed and crash pretty much immediately.
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As usual, the morning is pretty much empty—one woman comes in but buys nothing and another stares through the window for 10 minutes—until around midday, when the air shifts.
The bell at the top of the door pulling your attention from your daydream and to a familiar-looking, tall, broad-shouldered man wearing a nice suit, which he adjusts the cuff of as he scans the room. His eyes meet yours and he smiles. You return the smile with a, “Welcome to Miss Roe’s Flower Shop. Is there anything I can do for you?”
Though his mouth doesn’t twist, his eyes glint with something odd, making his initially warm smile seem more sinister.
“Anything I can help you find in the store?” you feel the need to clarify.
He only asks you for the red roses, which you point to and he returns to the counter with a bunch.
“Romantic,” you mutter as you ring him up, and he chuckles, softly and, seemingly, sweetly.
You hand the bouquet back to him, and he plucks a rose from it and hands it to you, “A beautiful lady like yourself deserves one,” he winks, and you blush, stuttering out a thanks as you take it.
Just as he takes a step back, you yell out, “Wait!” louder than you intended, and slightly startling him, “Sorry,” you apologise, as you slide one of your business cards off the top of the stack and hand it to him, slightly nervous for some reason. He takes it curiously and scans over it.
“HR?” he asks, “Wouldn’t have thought it.”
You don’t really have to time to process that comment, let alone come up with a response before he continues, “Perfect timing, actually, I’ve been needing help in that area. I’ll give you a call, he smiles as he pockets the card, “Oh, and,” he reaches out a hand, “I’m James Barnes.”
That’s where you know him from! Barnes Industries, one of the most advanced tech companies in North America, and the CEO is interested in having you on his team.
You give him your name as you shake his hand.
“It was nice meeting you,” he says with a determined smile before slipping out the door.
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Back home, in the kitchen, you’re not sure if he’s actually is going to call, especially when it’s approaching 19h00, maybe he was just being nice. He did seem a bit flirty… but maybe you imagined it, why would he want anything to do with you? And if he were being flirty, he surely wouldn’t then hire you.
You jump as your phone rings, nearly spilling boiling water all over yourself. You set down the pot and rush to the living room where your phone is singing and vibrating on the couch.
“Hello?” you answer, slightly breathless as you rest the device on your ear.
A female voice asks if this is the number for your HR Consultancy, to which you affirm.
“Please hold.”
You press your phone against you harder, heart beating a little faster as you bounce on your toes, waiting on hold with some generic elevator music doing nothing to soothe your nerves. After nearly five minutes, you’re ready to hang up when a voice answers.
“Good evening, I’m sorry for the late hour.”
“Mr Barnes!” you exclaim, before clearing your throat and sitting down, speaking in a lower, more professional voice, “It’s no issue at all, sir. Can I help you?”
“Would you mind coming in for a meeting? 8AM sharp tomorrow. I understand if you’re working—”
“I’ll be there,” you reply a little too enthusiastically, walking over to your desk to pick up a pen and pull out your notepad, “8AM, I’m assuming at Barnes Industries?” You take down the address he gives you even though the huge, skyscraper-tall building with a giant B and a rocket logo is pretty hard to miss.
When you hang up, you can’t help but jump up and down excitedly like a schoolgirl. Finally, your luck is turning around.
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You straighten your skirt as you step into the building, grateful the sweet old lady had not only given you the day off, but been super supportive, convincing you would you get the job, and that settled your nerves slightly. Only slightly, though, as you walk up to the desk where a red-haired woman sits, looking alert, but a little bored.
“How may I help you?” she asks.
“Good morning, I’m here to see Mr Barnes,” you say, and then give her your name.
At the mention of your name, her eyes widen and she quickly stands, “Of course!” she says, “Right this way.”
Her heels click on the pristine white floors as she leads you to a fancy elevator and presses the button for the top floor.
“Should I be nervous?” you ask, trying to make conversation as each floor ticks by too slowly for your liking to get to the 60th.
She laughs politely and shakes her head, leaning in and speaking lower (despite only the two of you being in an-already small space), “For anyone else, I’d say yes, but Mr Barnes has been looking forward to your meeting; I think you’ve got a real shot. In fact, I think he’d pay anything you ask.”
She pulls away and raises her eyebrows at you.
Your mouth falls slightly open but you quickly close it and gulp lightly, tearing your gaze away from her to focus on a spot on the floor just in front of the doors. You don’t know if she’s exaggerating, you assume she has to be, because how could Mr Barnes even know if you were good at your job? For all he knows, you work in a flower shop and hand out cards for subpar services. Somehow, her words make you more anxious than they are comforting.
The doors finally open and she points you to the room at the end with big double doors.
“Good luck!” she smiles, and you watch the doors shut, the numbers go down for a few floors, and you’re left on your own.
You take a deep breath and turn back to face the apparently never-ending passage. You walk down the corridor in timed rhythm, counting 1-2-3-4, 1-2-3-4 until you reach the end on a 2. You knock on the door and are met with a “Come in,” from a masculine voice.
You slowly open the door, resisting the urge to peek your head in first like a child.
“Good morning, Mr Barnes,” you smile, speaking cheerily but still professionally.
“Ah, there she is!” he says as he stands from his desk and walks towards you, and for some reason now you really take note of the height-difference.
He gently grips your shoulders and kisses you on the cheek, to which you stiffen slightly, but try to cover up before he notices. His hands move to your waist and he leans in; you almost sidestep him thinking he’s trying to do… something else, but he only locks the door behind you, and you can’t tell if that’s better or worse than what you were expecting.
Your nerves flare up again, but in a different sense than if you were just going in for a job interview, adrenaline starting to prepare like you’re in danger. But you’re not… right? You’ve had dozens of interviews. You assume this time it’s just more scary because it’s with James Barnes himself.
“Nervous?” he asks as he steps back and gestures to a comfortable-looking leather armchair on the other side of his desk.
“A little,” you admit with an anxious and breathless laugh. He gives you a reassuring smile as he turns to a shelf behind him.
“Don’t be,” he says as he fixes himself a drink, “Whiskey?” he offers, “5PM somewhere and all that.”
You politely decline, and he settles into his seat across from you with his drink in hand. He takes a sip and sets the glass down to set his gaze on you, and you resist the urge to shift uncomfortably under his stare… it almost seems like he’s preventing himself from sizing you up.
“Why did you start your business?” he asks, “Honestly.”
“Well, I’ve been in HR for a while now, always had a passion for it, but I wanted to be more independent, and a little more flexible.”
He raises an eyebrow, “Honestly.”
“And I…” you don’t know why you say it, but you do, “I’ve had bad experiences with boyfriends in the past—and, please let me know if I’m being too unprofessional here, sir—”
“Bucky.”
“I’m sorry?”
“Call me Bucky.”
“All right… Bucky,” you smile, “I’ve had my most recent ex boyfriend try to ruin me; he got me fired, and no serious white collar will hire me, but I’m good at what I do, and I refuse to let him stop me from using my knowledge and expertise.”
“Tony Stark, is your ex, I take it?”
Your blood runs cold, and you deflate slightly, “Yes,” you sigh, “He is, and… and he treated me horribly, I couldn’t take it anymore, and even when I’m not with him, he still finds away to make my life hell.”
“I don’t trust that sleaze. In fact, anything he says, I do the opposite. I know you’re good at what you do, I can see your passion…”
You smile, relieved he believes you.
“… and I have a passion for you.”
You freeze, so your smile is still intact, “I’m sorry?” you ask, tilting your head slightly, sure you misheard him, but how could you have?
“You’re a smart girl, you know what I’ve been feeling, and you’re smart enough to know you’ve been suppressing your mutual attraction, but maybe too naïve to understand intentions.”
“Mr Barnes—”
“Bucky,” he corrects.
“Bucky, I—”
“I’ll pay whatever you want.”
You nearly snap at him, want to tell him you’re not for sale, but you stop yourself. You really, really need this job, you can’t afford to live another month.
“I know you need this job,” he says, as if he read your mind, pulling out a contract from his desk drawer, “And imagine if both Tony Stark and James Barnes said you were awful? You’ll never work in this city again.”
A tear rolls down your cheek as you take in the weight of his words, and you clutch your bag tighter in your lap.
“You’ll never work in this country again, you’ll be ruined, you’ll have nothing.”
You choke on a sob and cover your mouth with your hand as you shut your eyes.
“Why’re you crying? Honey, I’m offering you everything.”
“Thank you for… the opportunity,” you manage to get out between a deep breath as you shakily stand, and he stands with you.
You dart for the exit, but he grips your shoulders and turns you around, pushing you against door, your lower back painfully hitting the handle.
Soft blue eyes meet yours, so gentle and empathetic and caring you nearly forget the position you’re in, “I’m trying to help you,” he says, wiping away one of your stray tears, “If you walk out that door it’s over for you, you know that.”
Tears are falling more freely now and you fumble behind your back for the door handle, but the tall wood separating you from freedom doesn’t budge.
He wipes another tear with his thumb and pops it into his mouth before pulling it out adding his middle and index finger, never breaking eye contact with you, face stoic as your chest rises and falls rapidly.
You can do nothing but stare up at him helplessly as he hikes up your skirt and pushes two fingers inside you. You grip his shoulders with a gasp and he smiles as he slowly drags in and out of you.
“Didn’t even need to do that, you’re all ready.”
You turn your head to side and look away from him, shutting your eyes as you squeeze around him. He’s right, you were already wet, but your feeling of disgust is overpowered by the sensation of him pumping in and out of your more quickly, curling his fingers and hitting your sweet spot, over and over until you can hardly take it.
“B- Bucky, stop—” you try to get out, but you convulse, your stomach tensing as you cry out and arch your back, head thrown back before falling onto his shoulder, still crying softly. He removes his fingers and strokes your hair with his clean hand.
“Did so well for me, you see,” his voice is dark in your ear despite his praise, “You’re good at your job.”
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biteofcherry · 2 years
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Alpha Steven Rogers having to get intel out of a very cute omega reader 🌚🌝 he’s all condescending with his praises as she breaks under him 😩👌🏻
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Honey not vinegar
alpha!Steve Rogers x omega female reader; dark!Steve Rogers x female reader,
warnings: manipulation; gaslighting; mild verbal humiliation; praise kink; dark!Steve Rogers; his softness serves only manipulation, it’s not because he’s actually soft; alpha!Steve Rogers; dark!avengers;
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You trembled in fear as his hands reached out for you. Another threatening alpha who came to lash you with pain and cruel words.
But as he wrapped a blanket around you, your body froze in surprise then instantly relaxed into the soft fabric that allowed you to shield your indecent state. 
The blanket was light blue, knitted, and it smelled fresh. Such a stark contrast to your plain, sweat-soaked underwear and the thin mattress with holes in it, on which you’ve been staying for the past three days. Or was it four already? You had no idea, time passed differently when locked in a dark, windowless cell.
“There, now,” the alpha’s voice was calm and warm. “That’s better.”
You chanced lifting your gaze up to look at him. Your breath hitched when you recognized in him the poster boy of freedom, selflessness and protection. 
Captain America. Steve Rogers. 
Out of his famous suit, just in plain jeans and a tight t-shirt. His biceps were so huge he could crack your head like a walnut in a split of a second. 
“Are you going to play the good cop?” Your voice was hoarse - from all the hours without water, as well from all the screaming and crying those men who interrogated you caused. 
They tried to break you with harsh treatment, with cruel words about your brother, yourself, about all the things that would happen to you if you didn’t tell them where your brother was. Him and his team, a sleepers Hydra unit that went active. 
“No, little one.” Steve gave you a sympathetic smile. “I’m simply going to be a decent alpha.”
Before you got a chance to ask him what that was supposed to mean, Steve picked you up. 
You were too weak and too tired to fight him. Your body was achy enough it wouldn’t hold against a supersoldier’s assault. Besides, you were quite excited about the prospect of leaving this cell, no matter where he took you. Maybe somewhere worse.
Bundled in a blanket, he carried you out of the stinking cell. You passed some people in the corridor, but no one dared to even cast a glance your way. Everyone parted to the sides to make room for Steve as he went. 
He took you to an elevator; held you the whole time as it ascended onto one of the highest floors. Once there, he brought you to a spacious apartment and into the bedroom. 
Through the large, floor-to-ceiling windows you could see the tops of skyscrapers reflecting sunlight against the blue sky. A line of red-silver iron legion circled around the tower like a halo.  
Steve placed you on the bed. A big one, with a semi-soft mattress and clean sheets. It felt like the highest luxury to your bruised body. 
He sat on the bed facing you. His beautiful face showed concern, but you were too bitter to believe anyone was worried about you anymore.
“Decent alphas take defenseless omegas to their bedrooms?” Usually there’d be more spark in your tone, but you were exhausted and… sad. 
“They take care of omegas.” Steve’s easy reply hit something in you. 
That string which threatened to make you cry at your fate. 
Though the physical pain was burdening, when you cried after each interrogation it was because you mourned the life you had just a week before. And because it hurt to think that now it was reduced to being a meaningless trash no one cared for. 
“Especially ones that are important to them.” Steve reached for something on the bedside table and a second later was handing you a bottle of water. 
You took the water gladly, but frowned at Steve’s words. He either implied you weren’t important enough for someone to protect you, or he was saying your brother was a bad alpha who didn’t care about you. 
“I fear your brother has his priorities all wrong.” He sighed, shaking his head in disappointment. 
“Not only for choosing to serve Hydra.” Steve interjected when you opened your mouth to defend Caleb. “But he abandoned his own sister.”
“He didn’t-” you protested.
“Didn’t he?” Steve challenged, opening a drawer in the bedside table and taking out a small, orange bag. “He fled when he knew we got on his tail. He left a civilian, helpless omega without protection, despite being aware we will be breaking down that door.”
Your fingers clenched on the bottle as you stared not at Steve’s face, but at his fingers unzipping the bag and revealing first aid supplies.
Surprisingly gently, he pushed the blanket off your shoulders. You felt an urge to cover yourself from his penetrating gaze as it slid over you, inch by inch. Though he didn’t stare at you lewdly, you felt completely naked and vulnerable under his perceptive gaze.  
“Such a sweet thing, you are.” Steve cooed, taking your wrist in his hand and stretching out your arm. 
The little praise in his tone elicited warmth. Your eyes closed briefly, eyelashes fluttering against your cheeks as you bit your lip. 
“Did you know there wasn’t a single attempt at rescuing you?” Steve said, applying antibacterial, soothing ointment into your bruises. “Not even a search for you.” 
“Why are you telling me this?” You sniffled, less at the sting of your cuts and more because the truth Steve told you was breaking your heart.
You didn’t want to listen to him. Didn’t want to believe him. Just like you didn’t care for the words the other interrogators spat at you. But the other men pushed you around and called you a Hydra spawn, it was easy to block out their bullshit and stick to your own beliefs purely out of spite.
Steve was tending to your wounds. He spoke softly and as if he deeply cared about you. 
It’s been so long since you experienced that.
“Because, little one, you have to realize you’re not fierce, or brave, or loyal. You’re simply naive believing your brother will come for you.” How he mocked you with cruel words, but kept his voice so tender, was giving you whiplash. 
“Sweet, silly omega.” Steve wrapped a bandage around your wrist, covering the blue bruise from handcuffs. 
“You should rely on an alpha who really has your safety in mind. Allow him to protect you and care for you,” he kept listing as he rubbed your calf in a soothing manner. “Someone who would make your brother pay for how he used you and hurt you.”
Your brain seemed to fill with fog. Confusion and battling thoughts distracting you from your previously adamant determination to not break. 
Steve’s voice sounded so comforting; his touch so affectionate it made you sigh in relief and yearn for more. He took you out from that dark, cold, smelly cell and let you into his own bed. 
An enemy who did more to you than your own brother has…
“It’s your men who hurt me.” You shook your head, your bottom lip trembling. 
“They were just doing their job, as nasty it may be.” Steve squeezed your ankle, his thumb drawing circles on your skin. “But neither of them abandoned their families, or wifes to do it. Your brother did.”
“He abandoned you.” Steve said more firmly, the words sinking into your consciousness against your reason rebelling. 
“He allowed for that to happen to you. He made those people do it to you.” 
When a first, hot tear rolled down your cheek, Steve cooed. He climbed onto the bed and settled against the headboard, then swiftly pulled you onto his lap. 
“Think what more he would let happen, if I didn’t come get you.” 
You cried almost soundlessly, your fingers crumpling the fabric of Steve’s shirt as you clung to him. He smelled so nice. Like warm cookies and spicy whiskey. And he was so strong, felt so secure as you leaned into him. He made you feel safe.    
Steve rubbed your back. He rested his other hand on your hip, you didn’t even notice his thumb hooked beneath the waistband of your panties, tracing the sensitive skin there. 
“I’ve got you, little omega.” Steve murmured as you wept. 
“Isn’t that better? Having an alpha to take care of you?” He asked. “An alpha who will protect you. And guide you. Lead you so you don’t accidentally make mistakes that would hurt your fragile, sweet self.”
Steve’s fingers combed through your hair a few times. Seemingly patient for your response. Slowly, he wrapped your hair around his hand and gently tilted your head back.
“Isn’t it better?” He repeated the question.
With eyes glazed over, you looked up at him and whispered - “It’s better.”
Out of damp, dark prison where only pain awaited you; it was so much better to be here with Steve. To have him talk to you so softly, even if his words were condescending and hurtful at times. 
“I want to give you that.” Steve’s hold on your hair eased and his hand slipped to wrap around the back of your neck. His fingertips grazed your mating gland. 
“Let me keep you safe and help you grow into a wonderful, obedient little omega I know you yearn to be.”
You stared at him with hopeful eyes, a longing whimper escaping your lips as your heart ached for the secured and sunlit life Steve was tempting you with.
“I ask nothing in return, just that you trust me.” Steve lowered his head, his blue eyes holding your gaze captive. Tip of his nose nearly grazed your own. 
“Do you trust me?” He asked and when you nodded he sighed in relief and smiled at you.
It felt like a burst of sunshine from between dark clouds, warming your face and igniting hope for a happier time. 
You’ve been warned about Captain America. Never in direct words that undermined his devotion to the people, but the men in your family often mentioned a man this perfect has to have a dark side. 
But you couldn’t help but be drawn to his charm, to believe his promise of taking good care of you if you only allowed him to. 
“Thank you, little one. You’re being so good.” Steve’s praise almost made you chirp. It’s been so long since you felt appreciated. 
“Now, tell me what you know about your brother’s plans and whereabouts.” His tone was tinged with strict command and some part of you wanted to clamp up. 
Steve tsk-ed seeing your resistance. His eyebrows drew in a frown, but his hold on you remained as tender as it was. 
“Omega, you said you trust me.” He reminded you. “I need this information to ensure your brother, or any of his accomplices, never pose a threat to you. Or to any other featherbrained, weak omega they might want to use. You want to help me do that, right? Want to make me proud of how helpful you were?”
You did want that. You craved his praise more than you ever wanted your mother’s acceptance.
So you told Steve everything you knew, including a password to your own computer, because your brother occasionally used it. 
“You did so well, little omega.” Steve kissed your temple and this time you really chirped.
Something flashed in Steve’s eyes. You thought it to be a glint of cocky triumph, but it quickly dissolved into affection that fooled you. 
“Rest now.” Steve moved from beneath you, sitting you down on the warm spot he vacated.
He draped the covers over you and put the blue blanket on top of it, your fingers quickly reaching for the fabric you began associating with rescue.   
“I’ll be back soon,” he said as he stood up, “I’ll get you something to eat.”
“Thank you, Steve.” You replied, your lips curving into a first, shy smile. 
Steve bent down and cupped your chin, his fingers squeezing your flesh a tad harder. 
“If I’m to take care of you, little one, you have to address me properly.” 
“Yes, alpha.” It rolled out on your tongue immediately.
You didn’t want to disappoint Steve, fearing he’d take away his tenderness. You also felt irrationally comfortable saying it, as if something clicked right into place. 
“Good little omega.” He praised. He shifted his hand, cupping now your cheek and rubbing his thumb across your lips. 
Steve typed in the security lock as he left the apartment, making sure you had no way to sneak out, as well that no one unwanted would come in snooping.
Bucky was waiting just outside, with his back leaning against the opposite wall.
He had a pad in his hand, the screen displaying live footage from Steve’s bedroom. Sound included. The record of what you revealed to Steve has already been sent to the team, preparations for attack being made. 
“Four days of breaking her without any effect and you do it in less than three hours.” Bucky whistled.
“I told you. Honey attracts better than vinegar.” Steve smirked in victory.
“Yeah? You're gonna fill her with your honey, too?” Bucky grinned, tapping a sequence on the pad and giving it back to Steve with a stilled frame of you in Steve’s lap, looking up at him with reverence. 
“You know, I think I will.” Steve considered; he already knew you’d be so eager to please him in any way, just to hear some praise and to be touched. 
“She’s so affection-starved she’ll milk me dry and beg for more, if I only show her some tenderness.”
It would be so easy to keep you compliant. Easy to fill your simple, silly needs too and make himself into the perfect alpha in your eyes. 
“I have to say, this is the most nefarious checkmate move.” Bucky clapped Steve on the shoulder as they started walking toward the elevator.
“We gotta capture Caleb Pierce alive. Keep him in a hole in the ground, alive just enough to torment him with updates on his little omega sister whoring out for Captain America.”
“Kinda pity his old man is already dead.” Steve grinned at Bucky. “Wish we could get to see dear Alexander’s face as he learned I defiled his daughter. Maybe broadcast how she screams when I knot her.”
“Wouldn’t that be something.” Bucky sighed dreamily. 
“We’ll do that to Caleb.” Steve promised, with a dark, determined glint in his eyes. “Bury Hydra along with him forever. Just after I show him how his little sister, my sweet omega slut, grows with a baby I planted inside her.”
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mrsdarkandyandere7 · 2 years
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Different Person
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Pairing: Dark Peter Parker x (female) Reader
▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.
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SUMMARY: Your best friend Peter has changed and he shows you just how much by keeping you all to himself. 
WARNINGS: Kidnapping. 
AN: Please, reblog and give me feedback.
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“You have no idea how much I have waited for this.” His voice is raspy, almost as if he just woke up.
His eyes greedily drink in every detail on your face as he approaches. To every step he takes forwards matches one that you take backwards. 
“Peter, please. This isn’t you.” you stutter, fear pooling in your stomach. Physically Peter looks the exact same from before yet something about him has clearly changed. 
A dark aura surrounds him. 
His whole behavior changed ever since he joined the Avengers. No longer the bubbly and awkward boy that used to be your best friend since childhood, instead becoming more and more cold and assertive.
The evident proof of his personality change is how he refuses to let you out of the new apartment he has. Completely automatized and secured from the outside world, sound-proofed and covered with several AI systems that prevented you from leaving.
It wouldn’t even let you get close to the door without activating warning alarms.
“This is exactly who I am. I’ve always loved you. Always. You just never noticed me enough.” he declares, an angry expression looming over his brown eyes. He tries grabbing your hand, but you effectively dodge away from him. 
Peter’s jaw clenches as his hand grasps the air instead. He twists his head to the side, momentarily closing his eyes as he sucks a deep breath.
“You better stop with that. I’m starting to lose my patience here. I’ve already told you I’m not going to hurt you.” he growls, flashing you a warning look.
You don’t recognize him anymore, he’s not your Peter. Old Peter would never talk to you like that nor would he keep you hostage in his apartment. 
He reaches for your hand again and this time you don’t move away. It’s best if you don’t test his limits, you don’t want to find out how far he’ll take things. A shiver runs down your arm with the skin contact. Your submission pleases Peter, a cocky smirk appearing in his face. 
“See? It wasn’t that hard, was it?” you don’t reply, ignoring the way his lips touch your knuckles.
“Step by step, I’ll make sure you give in and then you’ll be finally mine.”
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writerslittlelibrary · 5 months
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I'm your mother now, chapter 4
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part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6 part 7 part 8
summary: when you wake up in a strange room, you soon come to realize the amazing Black Widow, who appears to be the perfect role model for girls all around the world, is greatly deranged…
pairing: Dark!Natasha x teen reader, Yelena x niece reader
warnings: yelling, a lot of swearing, dark themes, kinda evil Natasha
genre: angst
words: 2788
a/n: I finally got to introduce auntie Yelena!!!! (not proofread yet, I might do it later)
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When Natasha had given you the ipad, the first thing you tried was find some information on yourself. You were desperate to know whether you were truly missed, but Natasha wasn't stupid. The ipad had no access to the media. You weren't able to look yourself up, and you weren't able to reach out for help.
The ipad did come with a Netflix and Disney subscription, so you had mainly busied yourself with that over the days. 
When you were messing around on the ipad today, however, you discovered you could turn on the weather app. It may not have sounded very interesting at first, until you realized, to know the weather, the app would have to know where you were.
And so, you turned the location of the ipad on and you soon discovered where Natasha had taken you, or rather what country she had smuggled you into. 
You were in Russia. How on earth did you make it to Russia? 
Before you could question yourself any more, there was a knock on the door. Natasha walked in soon after the knock sounded. “Hello sweetheart,” she said as she sat down on the bed.
“We're in Russia?” you questioned, and Natasha's smile faltered slightly before it returned to normal again. “Of course we're in Russia, detka. I had to take you home.”
You looked away from Natasha, staring at the floor as you contemplated what to do next. You had nowhere to go, nowhere to run to, if you even were to escape, and now, you realized no one in this country probably even knew of your disappearance.
“I need to run down to the store to get some things. Are you going to be okay on your own?” Natasha asked as she laid her hand on your leg, rubbing it up and down soothingly. You nodded slightly, before she grabbed your chin and gently turned your head to face her. “If you're good, you might be able to go with me next time when we pick out the Christmas tree,” she stated, smiling lovingly at you.
“It's November…” you said, and Natasha shook her head while letting out a chuckle. 
“We always like to start the Christmas coziness early,” she said as she leaned forward, giving you a kiss on your forehead. She then got up, walking back to your door.
“Be good,” she told you before she walked away, closing your door behind her. “Wait who's we?”
Your question wasn't heard as Natasha was already downstairs, and when you walked to the window you heard the front door shut. You saw Natasha get in her car and drive away, leaving you alone in the house. 
Snow had already started falling in the area you were in, and a thick layer of white fluff covered the ground. 
You were keeping track of it ever since it started falling, and according to your calculations, which were based on your random instinct you used, the snow must now be thick enough to break a fall. 
You knew all doors and windows on the main floor were locked, but the windows on the first floor could actually open fully. The windows on the first floor were too high to jump from, and Natasha knew that, but what she hadn't thought about was the fact you were willing to take the chance and trust the snow would break your fall. 
And so, you grabbed your bag, stuffed your stuffed animal and notebook and grabbed the warmest clothes you owned. Once you were dressed warm and secure, you went into Natasha's room, knowing her windows were the only windows in the house that opened fully. 
You were quiet and careful, even though you knew Natasha wasn't there. You didn't want to push your luck.
You opened the window and carefully sat on the edge, dangling your feet above the ground. It was a high drop, but you figured the snow would make sure you survived. You closed your eyes and let go, letting yourself fall down the window and into the snow.
You let out a sigh of relief when you landed in the soft snow, happy you were alive.
You didn't waste any time however, getting up quickly and finding the trail Natasha's car had left. You reckoned if she'd go to a store, there must be a town nearby. 
You followed the tracks Natasha’s car had left, thinking it was the best option you had, until you realized the snow started picking up, and soon there was so much snow falling from the skies you couldn't see the tracks anymore, let alone a hand in front of your face. 
You were now officially lost, and you couldn't even see how lost you were. 
There was no possible way you could find the town in these conditions, if there even was one. You were shivering, the clothes you decided to wear not doing much against the harsh cold. You had never been this cold before, every part of your body aching. 
You decided to lean against a tree for a moment, just to catch your breath, but the moment you allowed yourself to rest you realized how tired you were, now sitting down on the ground and wrapping your arms around your knees, making a futile attempt to keep yourself as warm as possible. 
Tears started rolling down your cheeks as you realized what you had done. Sniffling slightly as you closed your eyes. You had killed yourself.
You don't remember much after that, until you felt a hand on your shoulder, shaking you awake. “I found her,” you heard a woman say, before she turned back to you and placed her hands on your cheeks, making you face her.
“It's okay, malysh. I'm gonna get you out of here,” the voice said as she moved to your side, wrapping a hand around your back and placing her other arm under your knees. 
She lifted you up effortlessly, walking with you in her arms.
“You're gonna be okay,” the woman said as she smiled down at you. Was she with the police? Was she here to save you? Had they somehow found you all the way in Russia?
You closed your eyes, too exhausted to keep them open as the rocking of the woman's movement lulled you to sleep. 
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When you opened your eyes, you were met with a heater blowing straight in your face. Blankets were wrapped around your body, as you heard talking in the background. It didn't take long for you to recognize the couch you were on, and the blankets you were wrapped in. You were back. It wasn't the police that had found you, it was an associate of Natasha.
You groaned slightly as you tried to sit up, hearing the talking from the kitchen stop and footsteps coming to the living room.
You closed your eyes when you sat up straight, the lights too bright and hurting your head. You felt the couch dip beside you, and you felt a hand run over your back. “You're okay,” you heard the person beside you say.
It was the same voice you had heard in the woods, and you realized this was the woman that had found you, and the woman that brought you back.
You opened your eyes, groaning as the light filled your vision. 
Natasha was standing in front of you, her hands on her hips as she stared down at you angrily. “What the hell were you thinking?!” she yelled as you flinched back, something that didn't go unnoticed by the woman beside. 
“Natasha, calm down,” the woman beside you said, turning to you. “I'm Yelena. I've heard a lot about you. It is so nice to finally meet you,” she said, smiling softly.
You gave her a small smile, and her smile grew as she noticed it. A shiver ran up your spine, and Yelena rubbed your arms when she noticed it, trying to help you get as warm as possible. 
“Don't baby her, Yelena,” you heard Natasha's voice say disapprovingly. “She did something wrong-” “only because you kidnapped me,” you interrupted her, and immediately held your breath as you saw her facial expression change. 
Your eyes widened as you saw anger cross her face, and you immediately rushed out an apology.
Natasha wasn't having it, and she raised her hand reading herself to slap you again.
“Natasha!” Yelena yelled as she got up, catching her arm before her hand could strike you. “She's already apologized!” Yelena exclaimed as Natasha lowered her arm, rubbing her hands over her face. “Yeah, yeah. I know. I'm just… stressed,” she said as she crouched down in front of you, placing her hands on your knees.
“I was worried about you, malysh,” she says as she leans forward, kissing your forehead. 
“I'm sorry…” you whispered, lowering your head. “It's okay, just don't do that ever again,” Natasha said as she sat next to you, putting her arm around your shoulder and pulling you into her side. 
Yelena sat on the other side of you, a smile on her face. 
“I was so excited to meet you! I've always wanted a niece,” she said as she smiled at you, putting her hand on your knee.
“A niece?” you questioned, looking up at Natasha confused. “Yelena is my sister,” she explained, and you frowned. “Then why are there no pictures of you two hanging anywhere?” you questioned, and Yelena scoffed. “You have no pictures of me?” she asked, her heavy Russian accent breaking through.
Natasha smiled and shook her head. “We haven't gotten to decorating the house yet,” she simply stated as she strengthened her grip around you slightly, before letting go.
She turned her head towards you, looking serious.
“Now, next time you want to go outside, ask me so I can make sure you are safe,” she said as she looked at you expectedly, and you nodded. “Yes mama, I'm sorry.” 
Natasha smiled as she gave you a forehead kiss, getting up from the couch and returning with a bag. 
Did she really think you just wanted to go outside? Didn't it occur to her that you tried to escape? Was she really that convinced that you loved her? I mean, sure. These past few days you definitely didn't hate her that much. Natasha was a pretty nice person to be around as long as you didn't make her mad, and the only way you really got her mad is when you denied she was your mother. 
The bag hitting the floor snapped you from your train of thoughts, and you looked at the bag as it fell open. You looked at Natasha questioningly, and she just smiled at you. “Go ahead,” she said as she motioned her arm towards the bag.
You got off the couch, sitting on the floor as you dug through the bag, pulling the stuff out of it and setting them on the coffee table.
Once you were done, you stared at the ingredients, before turning to look at Natasha. “Well?” she asked you, but you looked at her confused. “What's it for?” you asked her, and Yelena let out a laugh. “These ingredients are for cookies, silly,” Natasha said as sat down next to you on the ground.
“Yelena is staying with us for a few days, and I thought we could have a movie night and bake some cookies,” she started before leaning closer to you and wiping a stray hair behind your ear. “I'll even forget your bedtime for once,” she finished as she smiled, giving you another kiss on your cheek this time. You smiled, looking at the ingredients.
“Come on,” Natasha said as she stood up, lending you a hand to help you up. The blanket that was once wrapped around you tightly was now hanging loosely around your shoulder, and Natasha wrapped it around you a little tighter before putting her and on your back, guiding you to the kitchen.
“Yelena, sestra. Be a dear and bring the supplies to the kitchen please,” Natasha said as she led you into the kitchen, pulling out a bar stool and helping you sit on it.
Yelena huffed in annoyance as she gathered the supplies, following you two to the kitchen. “Suka,” you heard her mutter under her breath, but Natasha just smiled in amusement.
Natasha took the supplies from Yelena and sat them down on the counter. “Now, wash your hands and let's get to baking,” she smiled as she opened some boxes.
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After the cookie baking and dinner, you three were now settled on the couch. It was well past your bedtime, and even though Natasha had told you you could stay up, the hot chocolate she offered you was still drugged, which is how you ended up passed out on the couch, your head in Natasha's lap as your legs rested on Yelena's.
“Do you think I made a mistake?” Natasha asked Yelena as she stroked your hair, the movie credits rolling on the screen. “What do you mean?” Yelena asked, turning her head to look at her sister. “Was I too aggressive? I think I scared her…” Natasha said sadly, throwing her head back and resting it on the couch.
“I won't lie to you, sestra. You could've gone with a different approach, but in the end, your daughter is here, and soon, she will realize how much you love her.” 
Natasha smiled, closing her eyes before raising her head and looking down at you again.
“She will have the best family. I can't wait for her to meet mama and papa,” Natasha said, looking at Yelena with a smile. “She'll love them,” Yelena said as she reached for another cookie, enjoying the comfortable silence her and Natasha had fallen into.
After a few minutes Natasha had carried you to bed, and both her and Yelena had decided to go to bed as well. 
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The next morning you woke up early, smelling the breakfast all the way in your room. You rubbed your eyes and stretched before leaving the warmth of your bed, making your way downstairs when you realized Natasha hadn't woken you up.
Instead of Natasha, you found Yelena in the kitchen making pancakes.
“Oh good. You are awake. Would you like chocolate chips in your pancakes or no?” she asked as she poured some batter in the pan, turning around and smiling at you. “I would never say no to chocolate in pancakes,” you told her and Yelena grinned, bending down and grabbing the chocolate chips from a cupboard. 
After chatting with Yelena for a little bit, you suddenly heard fast footsteps come down the stairs. Before they could even make it to the kitchen, you already heard her ask. “Yelena! Have you seen y/n she was not in bed-” Natasha stopped talking when she walked into the kitchen, seeing you sitting at the counter doodling something. 
“Sestra. Glad you are awake. Chocolate chip pancakes or no?” Yelena asked Natasha as she plated some pancakes for you, putting them down in front of you.
“Why are you awake already?” Natasha asked as she walked closer to you, completely ignoring Yelena's question. With the drugs Natasha had given you last night, you should've at least slept for a few more hours. You simply shrugged, pulling your plate of pancakes closer to you and pouring syrup over them.
Natasha shook her head slightly to get herself out of her thoughts, stepping to stand next to you and grabbing your wrist before you fork could hit the pancake.
“You have not bathed, and you have not yet brushed your teeth,” she said, pulling your wrists slightly to get you to stand. You sighed and put your fork down, not wanting to fight her and deal with the consequence, but luckily for you Yelena stepped in. 
“Oh come on Natasha. Can't she do that after breakfast? Her pancakes will get cold,” Yelena pouted as she leaned over the counter, staring at Natasha. 
“Yeah mama, my pancakes will get cold…” you repeated Yelena, hoping your way of addressing her would help with her decision to let you eat first. Natasha sighed and let your wrist go, dropping down on the stool next to you. “Not even two days and you're already ganging up on me. Fine, you can eat breakfast before your morning routine, but ONLY this once,” Natasha stated as she stole Yelena's plate of pancakes, grabbing the syrup from beside you and pouring it over the pancakes. 
“Yay,” you cheered slightly as you picked your fork up, digging into the delicious pancakes Yelena made. 
Maybe living with Natasha wasn't so bad after all…
chapter 5
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