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shadeysprings · 1 year

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Fabled Memories

—Steve Rogers x F!Reader

Summary: You wake up one evening, battered and bruised, but have no recollection of how it came to be.

Warnings: implied kidnapping, basement wife vibes, amnesia & character death. There may be more, but remember that this is a dark fic, so please tread carefully.

A/N: Written for @the-slumberparty's Week Three Challenge: Something New and the trope I chose was Amnesia and Basement Wife. I've always wanted to write something that had the basement wife element and the thoughts just kept brewing. Plus, I've been antsy to write Steve again.

p.s. I may turn this into a mini-series.

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The silence that fills the cafe is a welcome respite after dealing with the onslaught of impatient customers during the morning rush hour. It’s already half past eleven when you glance down at your watch, taking it as a cue to wipe down on the counter and fill the machine with the coffee beans to prepare for the second wave of patrons for the lunch rush.

While stacking the display case with pastries and sandwiches alike, you hear the bell chime and recite on instinct your customer service spiel.

“I hope I can trouble you for a cup.” The familiar voice echoes in your ears and you look up, surprised to see Steve Rogers on the other side, smiling at you when your eyes meet.

“You’re early today, Captain.” You tell him and immediately make quick work of his usual order; a brewed coffee with two sugars and one cream. “You don’t usually stop by til after noon.”

“Yeah—well, Tony called in for a meeting today.” He huffs his response, propping his hand on his waist while the other rests on the counter, fingers drumming against the marble surface. “Wanted to discuss something about proper etiquette for the gala this coming Friday.”

That makes you snort, Steve looking at you curiously when you snap the lid on the cup and place it down on the counter. He looks at you expectantly and you shake your head instead, standing by the register to ring up his order.

“What is it?” He urges, though gently, amusement painting on his face as he keeps his eyes on you. “You’re laughing at what I said.”

“I’m not laughing.” You say in defense but the Avenger only raises an eyebrow in question. So you cave, “It’s just funny thinking Mr. Stark would be talking about proper etiquette when the videos scattering online suggests otherwise. No offense to him though.”

He laughs and so do you. “No offense taken, doll. Even Sam thinks the same.” The pet name still puts you off but you’ve gotten used to it over the year of making him his coffee. He slides a hundred to you after giving him his total and you count up his change. “Oh, you keep the change. You should know by now that I don’t take it.”

“I—” You stare at the bills in your hand before looking back at him. “But this is a little too much, Captain. I couldn’t possibly—”

“Of course you can. It’s a tip and you deserve it.” He smiles and takes the paper cup from the countertop, raising it up to you. “You make my coffee better than any of Stark’s fancy cappuccino machines and besides, I want to help you get that car you wanted.”

“Oh—you remembered that?”

“How can I not?” He leans closer. “You kept talking about it and the way your eyes sparkled when you did just told me that you wanted it so bad.”

You chuckle and give him a smile. “I already got it actually. My husband—he got it for me as an anniversary pr—Oh god!”

You gasp and take a sudden step back when his coffee bursts in his hand, immediately making your way to the back to grab the mop and walking to where he stands to clean up the mess. But your eyes widen and you feel an unexpected chill run up your spine when you see the discarded paper cup on the floor, crushed.

“I’m so sorry,” Steve apologizes in a rush, waving him off when he tries to take the mop from you. “I guess I didn’t know my own strength.” He blurts out and you try to keep your cool as you busy yourself with the task, picking up the cup from the ground and heading back to the counter to discard it in the bin.

“It’s alright.” You breathe, trying to keep the growing nervousness at bay. “Accidents happen. Let me make you a new one. On the house.” You tell him and quickly turn to make a fresh cup before he could even say anything.

The comfortable silence from earlier turns a new leaf, feeling an uncertain tension building around the both of you and making you move at a measured pace. You feel Steve’s eyes burning the back of your head and you fight to dismiss the unease, convincing yourself that it was indeed an accident. The serum couldn’t be that perfect, right?

“You never mentioned you were married.” His tone is calm yet somewhat accusatory, your fingers shaking as you add the sugar to the brew. “I never even saw you wearing a ring.”

“I—I’m not allowed to wear it during my shift.” You explain matter of factly, forcing a smile when you snap the lid and turn to face him. “Sanitation and all.”

“I see,” He nods and takes the cup when you hold it out to him, his fingers brushing against yours, lingering before he pulls away. “Well, your husband is one lucky bastard to have a pretty thing like you as his wife.” You can’t help the blush that creeps up your neck from the compliment.

You look to the door when the bell suddenly chimes, several of the working class customers lining up behind Steve while they look up at the menu to decide on their order.

“I guess I should let you go.” His serious tone is gone, replaced by a cheerful one yet you feel that his words mean so much more than just leaving the cafe. “I’ll see you around, doll.” He says with finality with another of his friendly smiles before turning to leave but not without the customers stopping to ogle him as he walks past the door.

You don’t see Steve for a week and you don’t want to admit it but you find his absence a relief. Your last encounter with him was awkward, something unusual for he seems to always be cool and collected when he comes over and gets his usual order. You’d dare to even say that the both of you are more than acquaintances with how much you’ve shared with each other while he waits for his coffee.

Even Caleb, your husband, is jealous that you get to meet the great Captain America—with him being a fan of the Avengers like they were movie stars. It did give you the idea of asking Steve if he could meet your husband, a small surprise you’re planning for his coming birthday. Though you’ll wait til he comes back and you just hope that by then, the tension between the both of you has completely subsided.

“Hey there, I’m looking for a pretty girl who works here. Answers to ‘my love’ and sometimes ‘Mrs. Stinky Butt.’” You turn your head as you lock the shop doors, laughing at Caleb's commentary before smiling when you see the bouquet of sunflowers nestled in his arms.

“I think she prefers ‘my love’ more, Mr. Stinky Butt.” You retort and greet your husband with a hug, humming softly when he plants a soft kiss on your lips and wraps an arm snuggly around your waist. “What are the flowers for?” You ask before leaning over and taking a whiff of their scent.

“Well, it has been a while since you did a closing shift and I know how tough it can be,” He begins, “So—I thought of a night full of activities to pamper my gorgeous wife so you can start your day tomorrow fully relaxed.”

You hum in thought while walking with him to your car. “I’m listening.”

“Okay, so the flowers were first and it has already succeeded.” He says proudly and you chuckle at the wide grin he gives you. “There is a delicious take out dinner waiting for you at home—”

“Number Nine?” You ask in anticipation.

“The very one,” He confirms and you bounce in excitement before urging him to continue. “I also got us some face masks we can indulge in and we can end the night with popcorn and a movie of your choosing.”

“Even the sappy romantic ones?”

“Especially the sappy romantic ones.” Caleb says and you quickly wrap your arms around him tightly, feeling your heart grow full with love for the man you call your husband. “Whoa—hug attack!” He exclaims and you laugh when he wraps his arms around you just as tight and spins you around.

“Thank you, Babe.” You breathe when he sets you down, basking in the warmth of his embrace as the night breeze surrounds the both of you. “You’re the best.”

“No. You are—” He retorts before nuzzling his nose against yours. “And the best only deserves the best.”

You watch the scenery of the night as you stare out the window, unconsciously lifting the flowers to your nose to take in their scent once again. A smile kisses your lips when you feel Caleb’s hand rest on your thigh but wonder why they feel tense. Slowly, you reach down and take his hand in yours, pressing a kiss to each of his knuckles before turning in your seat to face him.

“You have your seatbelt on, baby?” He asks, his voice strained as he keeps his eyes on the road. “Tell me you’re strapped in. Please.” He urges.

“I am—” You answer, feeling nervous when he only gives you a quick glance before turning back to face the road. “Is something wrong?” The way his grip tights around the wheel has your heart beat spiking. “Caleb?”

“I’m going to tell you something but you have to promise me that you won’t freak out, okay?” His voice is calm yet you can tell he’s nervous all the same. “Promise me, babe. I need you to stay calm and listen carefully.”

“I promise.” You choke out, your hand tightening on his fingers. “I’ll be calm.”

“Okay—I need you to call 911 and tell them we’re at the freeway on 71.” He starts, “Tell them that you’re in the car with your husband and that the breaks are not working.”

“What?!” You gasp and drop the flowers to the floor. “Caleb—wh-what happened?! What—why?”

“Babe, calm down. You promised me.” He coos, turning your hand in his before pulling it to him and pressing the back of your palm against his cheek. “Now, breathe for me, baby. Breathe then get your phone and make the call. And you have to tell them we’re running 80 miles.”

“Okay.” You nod, swallowing thickly as you try to quell your fear. “Okay.” With your free hand, you grab your clutch on the center console and take out your phone. Your fingers begin fidgeting as you dial the number as fast as you can, your knee bouncing as you wait for the responder to answer.

But fear encapsulates you in a tight cocoon, suffocating you when no one picks up. You try again, and again, but you still end up with the same result.

“Why is no one answering?!” You say in a panic and look over at Caleb, his eyes focused and his face only illuminated by lights from the lamp posts.

“Fuck!” He grunts and releases your hand, looking around after before facing the road. “Get out of your seat, babe, and I want you to go to the back and strap yourself in.” He instructs.

“But Ca—”

“No questions, babe. Just do it. Please.” He almost begs and you nod, quickly unbuckling your seat belt before climbing to the back and strapping yourself in once again. “Tell me once you’re done.”

“I’m buckled in.” Your voice quivers as you look ahead, whispering a silent prayer to the heavens. “What are we going to do?”

You hear the car rev before it starts to lose control, Caleb gripping tight on the wheel as he tries to center it on the road. You let out a scream when the car goes off road, several vehicles honking and swerving to get out of the way. Darkness completely shrouds the car as you enter, what you hope is a grassy field, a shriek escaping your lips when you hit a wired fence.

You try to focus on Caleb’s eyes on the rear view mirror, trying to look for a semblance of hope that you both will be okay. But when he meets yours, you see the fear looming in his blue irises.

Desolation suddenly washes over you when he no longer looks ahead, keeping his eyes on your face. You see him reach for you and you do the same, grasping his hand tight like a lifeline. But your heart shatters when you see the tear that escapes him, one that you mirror as you feel him silently bidding you goodbye.

“I love you so much, babe.” He whispers. “I’m so darn lucky to have met you.”

“Caleb—” You croak as you try to wipe your own tears. “What are you saying? We’ll be okay, right?” You whimper before looking around to try and see if anything would save the both of you yet all you see is nothing.

Before you can turn to face him again, wanting nothing but to look at him if this was indeed the end, a loud bang echoes through the open and you jolt forward, crying loudly and screaming when your head slams roughly against the ceiling of the car. You feel the vehicle turn over, rolling uncontrollably into the void until everything stops and goes dark.

The bright, white light glares harshly against your eyes when you open them, squinting as you groan and move against the bed you lay on, trying to decipher where you are. A soft beeping sound plays on your left, and an IV drip hangs on your right, to which you find connected to you, along with several other contraptions.

You have no recollection of what happened before you woke up, not even an inkling of how you ended up in the hospital room. You don’t even know what time or day it is, the window in the far right side of the room being the only source to tell you it’s night time.

Pain then rushes through your body as you try to sit up, seeing your left leg elevated by a sling that hangs from the ceiling and feeling a bandage wrapped around your head when you lift your hand to try and ease the ache hammering in your temples.

Panic quickly consumes you as you as questions fill your head. Why are you in bandages? Why are you here? Where the hell are you? The beeping at your side starts growing frantic, and you along with it, your heart beating faster and your hands clenching into fist against the white sheets of the bed, and all at once screaming for help, crying for anyone to come to your aid.

The door to the right suddenly opens and you stop when you see a blond man enter. Worry fills his face and you see his eyes brimming with tears as he walks over to you, only stopping mid way when you hold your arms out and try to push yourself against the pillow and away from him. But such actions don't deter the stranger, only having them push on and sit at the edge of the bed, his movements slow and gentle as he reaches over and caresses the side of your face.

“Thank God, you’re awake.” He chokes out a sob before taking both of your hands in his and pressing them to his lips. “I was so worried. The doctor said it might be months before you ever woke up.” He opens your closed fist and carefully places them on his cheek, leaning against your touch.

You study his face, his golden hair looking messy and his face in obvious distraught as his forehead wrinkles when his sapphire eyes meet yours. The sleeves of his black sweater are rolled up to his elbows, showing off the strength he possesses. You feel like you’ve seen him before but you can’t place it, all sense of knowing seemingly lost as you don’t even recall anything about yourself.

“Wh—who are you?” You ask, frowning when you see the shock form on his face.

“I—” He struggles to speak, his eyes closing as he squeezes your hand. “You don’t remember me?”

“I—I’m sorry—” You mumble. “I—I don’t—should I?”

“The doctors said this would happen but I was skeptical.” You see the tears flow from his eyes and you feel a pang of pain deep in your chest upon seeing his sadness. “But don’t worry, hon. We’ll get through this.” He says with surety before opening his eyes and facing you once again. “We can start small—your name.”

He says a name and tells you that it’s yours. You feel unsure but you latch onto his words, desperate to know more.

“I’m Steve Rogers.” He says next, lacing his fingers with yours. “And I’m your husband.”

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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 😩👌🏻

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 · 1 year

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I just got a good idea. A yandere Steve Rogers is obsessed with the 50s and kidnaps the reader to be his perfect little housewife. He makes her wear pearls and sundresses and keeps deadbolts on the door so she won’t leave. He’s very obsessive and aggressive with her. And has a ton of strict rules for the reader to follow 🖤

HC - Forcing you into being his 50's dream wife

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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WARNINGS: Kidnap; Violence; Punishments.

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Steve didn’t kidnap you, he isn’t being delusional, he isn’t controlling or abusive, so don’t you dare to say those things to him.

He’s your fucking husband or at least, that’s what he believes in. If you try to ruin his messed up fantasy you’ll regret it very much and that’s a lesson you’ll have to learn very soon.

Steve has an entire dream with the white picket fence and it includes a wonderful family, starting with a very obedient wife, which you aren’t.

You’re supposed to cook him meals, clean the house, do the chores, always greet him with a warm smile like a loving and grateful wife. He tries to be nice at first, trying to persuade you to play along but you only use his kindness to be a complete bitch, refusing to obey him.

That pisses him off, he’s done so much for the world, saved all humanity several times and risked his life more times than he can count and yet you’re not capable of retributing the favor? That won’t do.

If you refuse to cook for him, then the same applies to you. No food for a whole day, alongside a few slaps are more than enough to make sure you cook dinner on time the next time Steve demands you to.

If you’re incapable of behaving properly by continuously talking back to him, then suit yourself with a number of harsh spanks, which always leave you sore and incapable of properly seating for a long while.

You think you’re too good to clean and take care of the house? Seems like you’ve just won yourself a long vacation trip to the cold and dirty basement, no mattress, no light, minimal food, only a toilet and no comfort at all.

You’re never leaving him, no matter how much you try it. Steve is too smart and cunning and he’ll do anything to make sure you always stay by his side. Just like you’re meant to be.

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tojii-fshiguro · 1 month

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❝ℒℯ𝓉𝓉ℯ𝓇𝓈 𝓉ℴ 𝒥𝓊𝓁𝒾ℯ𝓉❞ // steve rogers series masterpost.

summary: ❝steve rogers is in love with you—his very own juliet in an ugly, unfair verona. he will do whatever it takes to prove his undying love for you, no matter the cost.❞

genre: dark, smut.

rating: m. 18+ content below. minors, dni.

pairing: dark!steve rogers ♡ femme (afab) reader.

warnings: dead dove: do not eat, dark themes, stalking descriptions of death and blood, yandere themes, strong language, adult content. (individual warnings will be included for each chapter.)

𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒏…

✉︎⸝⸝ ↬ chapter 1

❣ enjoyed this mini series? check out my original story here: ❝my bloody valentine.❞ this is a rework of that original storyline/plot.

last updated: 3/11/2024. 3:41 pm, cdt.

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prettyinpink350 · 5 months

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❄️Candy cane lane❄️

(iPhones don’t have the candy cane emoji I swear they used too but whatever)

☃️⛄️Holiday fic!!!! Happy holidays everyone!🩵

Alpha Steve!rogers x omega!reader, CEO!Steve rogers x secretary!reader, Boss!steve rogers x employee!reader.

Some warnings will not be listed because the fic is not finished yet and I don’t know if there are any specific ones that I will need to add so be aware! (This list will be most of the warnings but just in case I’m letting you know because there might be one or two warnings that might pop up in the fic or in the real fics warnings but it might not be in this list)

Warnings: (minor spoilers, lighter topics/warnings are listed at the top and the father down the more graphic or sexual) readers body type or any physical characteristics/ features (like race) are not included or mentioned! This fic is for everyone except minors!!!!!!!!!! Fluff, Cuss words, boss employee relationship, hugging, holding hands, yelling, reader and Steve celebrate Christmas but no talks of religion!Steve gets angry at one point, other male attention that is not from Steve! Possessive behavior, slight obsession towards reader, Smut!: male masturbation, slight daddy kink, alpha x omega, biting (claiming), breeding, talk of having children! spanking, reader takes on a more submissive role, rough sex, p in v sex, condom is not used, reader is not on birth control, pussy slapping, breast play, oral sex (female receiving) ball play (reader plays with Steve balls) , more to be added I believe 🫣😬

The sings that got me in the holiday mood to write this 🤲💁‍♀️

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binkszamsstuff · 1 year

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Red

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re not leaving me” he stated

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

One year later-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You sobbed harder.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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saiyanprincessswanie · 1 year

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Sneak Peek - Mine 3

Pairing: Dark!Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 3730

Series Warning: (N)ON/(D)UB CON, Swearing, Angst, (P)ossessive Behavior, Jealousy, (K)idnapping, Male (M)asturbation, (S)omnophilia, (D)rugging, Light (B)ondage, (P)hysical Fighting, Rough (S)ex, C-hoking, Female and Male (O)ral, (B)reeding (K)ink, Multiple (O)rgasms, (F)orced (O)rgasms, (S)panking

Please READ the Warnings!! These will be touched on throughout the series.

Summary: Steve is determined to win you over even if you’re denying your feelings. When an opportunity presents itself to flee or stay what decision do you make?

A/N: Sorry for the long wait with this fic. I have been dealing with a lot of health issues. Hopefully, this is worth the wait.

You woke to the soft sounds of birds chirping outside the bedroom window. You were laying in the middle of the bed when you slowly sat up. Your eyes scanned the room and found Steve sitting in a chair opposite of you. Instinctively you backed up against the headboard. The clink of your bracelet caught your attention and you tried to pull it off.

Steve scoffed. “You can try all you want but that won’t come off unless I allow it. I told you already that bracelet makes you just like everyone else, a normal human with no serum giving you strength.”

“All of this because you want a future with me. I told you I liked you, Steve. This…” gesturing around the room. “This is crazy.”

“This is not crazy. This is what love is. I love you and want my future with you. Don’t you see I thought I lost my chance at happiness when I went into the ice all those years ago? Someone else came out and I gave up on that dream. That is until you came into my life. You make me want to have a life with a family.”

“That’s not what I want…”

“Lies! I know you love me deep down inside your heart. You’re just too mad to admit your feelings now, but in time you will. You will love me, crave me, and in the end, we will have a family cause that is what you always wanted.”

“I won’t and definitely not with you.” You defiantly responded.

“There ya go being stubborn and acting like you have no feelings. Let’s talk about that. The stolen glances you would give, the flirting you always did, and last night we made love. You moaned my name and begged for more. No longer will you look at me as just a friend. Going forward it’s us now. Who knows after last night it could be the three of us.”

The thought of Steve never using protection last night would have upset you but you were on birth control. A dark chuckle came from Steve as he could see the wheels turning in your head.

“Yeah about that doll. Your birth control is obsolete. Thanks to Tony I was able to give you a shot that took care of the birth control problem, and made you completely fertile so we could start a family right away. Don’t worry if that didn’t work then we will just have to try harder next time.”

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hypnoticsin · 2 years

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The Break In

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Relax, it's all good."

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

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

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

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

“Well, she’s kinda ugly.”

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

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

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

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

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

“It's too small for me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

God, his blood

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

"What,"

"Malik, you're bleeding."

"Where's Amy? Kevin?"

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

"What happened, Malik?"

"They're dead."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He kicks forward a shovel "Dig."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Please,"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yes, you want to stay alive.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes."

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To build a better world, you have to tear down the foundations of today.

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Known as HYDRA’s ‘Best Kept Secret’, Steve was an agent from the very beginning; from receiving the serum to joining SHIELD and leading the Avengers. Very, very few knew about Captain Rogers’ involvement, and those that did usually didn’t live long.

He ensures Bucky’s survival during the mock HYDRA takedown in the Alps and stays by his side during recovery until he crashes the Valkyrie, losing the tesseract and the Skull in the incident.

Once unfrozen, Steve is offered to lead a team, the Avengers, he agrees and HYDRA quickly comes knocking— Jumping at the chance to cement themselves inside the group.

Steve isn’t at all horrified at what they had done to Bucky, understanding that-

Sometimes, the greatest sacrifices lead to the greatest victories.

And he assumes the role of the Winter Soldier’s main handler as the Soldier behaves differently around him.

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˗ˏˋ ★ Post-Endgame- HYDRA!Cap assumes the role of Steve once again after he disappears into the past, but still agrees to hand over the shield, since HYDRA would be long-gone by this point. He is just ‘off’ enough that those who were closest to him would know something is wrong.

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abbatoirablaze · 7 months

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Ex Wive's Club, Chapter 23

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: angst. Mentions of sex/smut. Manipulation, implied cheating.

“St-Steve…I need your help in he-“

“I can’t help, Cami…” Steve said quickly as he grabbed his go-bag, “Peggy just called and said that she-“

“Peggy!” Cami growled, stomping into the main hall where Steve was already halfway to the door, “What does Peggy really need from you Steve? I need help with the girls. They-“

“Cami…Peggy needs help getting acclimated!” he growled back in response, “you can handle the girls. They are fine! You are fine! Peggy is having a hard time!”

“So you’re leaving me?” she asked angrily, “taking your go bag and disappearing until Peggy is fine?”

“Cami-“

“You know, I think it’s pretty wild that all of a sudden she’s known for having these mind-blowing panic attacks where you have to be there for her at all times of the day,” Cami groaned, “I thought you said she was a decorated soldier for the Brits. Hmm? Thought she was capable of fitting in anywhere and always adapting!”

“Cami, adapting in wartime in the 40’s is way different than jumping forward over a hundred years!”

“So, you’re just going to leave, then?”

Steve’s jaw twitched for a moment before he dropped his go bag at the coat rack by the entryway.

“What would you have me do, Cami?”

Cami’s angry attitude immediately faded, and she stepped towards her husband. Steve stood stock-still and watched her walk up to him and immediately wrap her arms around his middle. Steve watched her for a moment before reacting. He could feel the sadness around him like a humid day.

“I miss my husband,” she all but whimpered against him. Steve sighed as he felt her heart beating against his chest, “I need you Steve…me and the girls…we-we need you here with us…at least some of the time.”

And his heart ached as she looked up at him, her eyes tearfully looking into his own. Gently, he reached down and stroked away her tears with his thumbs, before pressing his lips softly to hers.

They worked slowly with one another, calculating the other’s next move, while working perfectly in sync.

“I love you, bunny.”

“I love you, Steve…”

He sighed as he leaned his forehead against hers. His eyes fluttered open, and he saw the pain in her own eyes. He dropped his go bag beside him and wrapped his arms low on her waist, “how about you go make some lunch for the girls, and I’ll get them set up? Then after we get them down for a nap, we spend a little mommy daddy time together, where I show you exactly how much you mean to me, and why you and the girls will always come first.”

“I-I like the sound of that,” she admitted softly with a nod. Steve smiled and pressed another gentle kiss to her lips before patting her ass and letting her out of reach, “I-I’ll go make lunch…”

“Okay, bunny. I’ll go get the girls in line.”

Steve sighed softly to himself as he wrapped his arm around his wife. Cami moaned softly from his chest, while her core fluttered around his cock. Steve’s eyes closed as he focused on her breathing and how he heard her heart thrashing in her chest.

“You know…days like this…I live for it…” he admitted softly as he looked down at his docile wife. She gave him a loving look, and he brushed the hair off her face, “I love it.”

“You live for this?”

“Not the arguing…but this,” he answered, gesturing to how they were currently, “us…together…me deep inside of you, stretching that pretty little-“

“Steve…” Cami giggled with a smile. Steve’s smile got wider as he lifted the hand from his chest and kissed her palm.

“Are you sure I can’t coax you into having another little super soldier toddling around?”

Cami giggled as she patted her husband’s pec, “maybe a boy this time?”

“I mean…if we’re going for it…I see no harm in the extra practice,” Steve teased playfully, “you know…but that would mean I would have to take off this condom you made me put on.”

“Steve…”

“I know, I know,” he sighed, rubbing Cami’s back, “you want to wait at least another year, so we don’t have three kids in diapers.”

“And I love you so much for agreeing with me. I can barely keep up with the twins.”

“If we don’t have another set of twins…I get to try right after that third one’s out of the oven.”

“Hmmm,” she hummed softly as she placed a series of kisses along his chest, “I swear. You truly are insatiable, Mr. Rogers.”

“Oh, only for you, Mrs. Rogers!”

“Is that so?”

“Oh, you know it,” he smiled. Cami leaned up and pressed a kiss to his lips, before sitting up, “where do you think you’re going, hmm?”

“The girls should be up from their naps soon,” she said quickly, “thinking maybe we grab a shower together before that? Get some more…practice in?”

“Nothing sounds better than that, bunny!” Steve purred.

He reached forward and playfully slapped his wife’s ass as she got up and ran towards the bathroom. Meanwhile as he sat up, he noticed his phone had a number of alerts on it.

He frowned when he saw who they were from.

With a much heavier sigh, he bit his bottom lip and looked between the bathroom and his phone.

‘You were supposed to be here.’

‘Where are you, Steve?’

‘I need to feel you right now.’

His stomach felt like it was in knots as he stood from the bed and started towards the dresser. Throwing on a pair of briefs and sweatpants, he pocketed his phone, before throwing on a beater. Cami came back into the bedroom as he was putting on his boots.

“W-what’s wrong?” she asked quickly, “Steve, where are you going?”

“Emergency,” he lied, as he stood from his spot. He gave her a firm kiss before turning towards the door, “I have to go, now. It’s an urgent mission, Cami!”

“Is everything okay? Why do you have to-“

“Cami…I don’t have time to talk!” he said quickly as he pushed himself from the bedroom and towards the entrance, “tell the girls I love them!’

“Wait, Ste-“

“Bye Cameron!”

“Where is my wife?”

“Steve…so pleasant to see you too!”

“God damn it, Melissa, where the hell is my wife?” Steve spat, “I know that she’s here! Her and the girls. They have to be!”

“You’ve got some fucking nerve showing up at my house, punk!”

“James…”

Bucky’s jaw twitched as he glared at his best friend over Mel’s shoulder. She turned back towards Bucky and put a hand on his chest, “we told Cami that we wouldn’t intervene…James…we promi-”

“Then fucking get out of my way,” Steve growled, ready to push his way into the house, “I want to talk to Cameron!”

“I didn’t say that I was going to let you barge into my house, Steven Grant Rogers!” Mel spat, quickly turning around to poke the super soldier in the chest. Steve, taken back by her attitude change with him took a step back, and she used that to her advantage, “you’ve taken advantage of my daughter for far too long, Steve. James and I promised that we wouldn’t become even more involved than when James beat the shit out of you, but I will not let you into my house.”

Steve’s jaw twitched. His nostrils flared as he looked down at the much smaller woman, “you think you scare me, Missy? Think I’m afraid of some slutty, aging whore?”

“I think you’re the limp dick asshole of a son-in-law who just cheated on my daughter,” Mel growled, “and super soldier or not, you better back the fuck up, because I have no problem with going to jail over finding some way to cause serious bodily harm to you, Steve!”

Steve sneered at Mel, before taking a step back, “you don’t know what you’re getting involved in, Mel. You’re sticking your nose into a business where it has no place in! AS ALWAYS!”

“She’s my daughter, you prick!” Mel spat, “so I suggest you get off of my fucking property. Because so help me god, if you wake up my newborn, I won’t stop James from kicking your ass yet again.”

“You’re fucking kidding me,” Steve growled as he looked at Andy, “she wouldn’t fucking do that to me. I’m the father of the girls. She ca-“

“Steve, I’m just telling you what she’s had drafted,” Andy said with a frown, “I’m not saying that you have to sign them.”

“Damn right I’m not going to sign them,” Steve hissed as he glared at the papers sitting in front of him, “she wants full custody of Jamie and Stephanie…she-“

“If I’m being honest, it’s not a bad deal,” Andy shrugged as he cut his friend off, “she doesn’t want spousal or child support. She’s willing to let you have full access to the kids by remaining in the tower. She just wants entire custody of them. And with you still actively going on miss-“

“I don’t give a damn about my bitch of a soon to be ex-wife wants, Andy…it’s about the principle. She can’t demand custody of the girls. We’re getting a divorce, but what I want is important too! What if I wanted full custody?”

“Steve, I’m going to level with you,” Andy muttered, “within the family courts, the judge usually sides with the mother.”

“Yeah…well the father isn’t usually Captain America, now is he?”

“Most men demanding full custody and no support don’t usually cheat on their wives either,” Andy corrected with a frown, “and don’t even say that she can’t prove it. We all know that Peggy is already pregnant. That in itself is proof enough. No judge would look at you and agree, no matter how much you’ve done for the country!”

“Andy…you don’t get it…”

“No, Steve…I don’t…because if my spouse ever cheated on me…I’d be doing much more than just asking for full custody!” Andy replied swiftly, “I mean, seriously, Steve. What the actual hell were you thinking with Peggy? She’s a fantasy…an illusion. You and Cami-“

“I don’t want to talk about this with you,” Steve muttered, shaking his head at his friend, “thanks for explaining this…but I’m not going to sign. And you can let Cami know that.”

“Alright, Steve…just remember. Divorce and family hearings are never pretty. And once word gets around that it was you that broke up the marriage…it’s less likely that you’ll get everything you want out of it.”

“Don’t make me find a new lawyer, Barber.”

“Maybe you should, Rogers!”

Chapter 24

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sweetdreams25 · 2 years

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Captain Rogers' sweet girl

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

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

This is Dark! Steve Rogers x Fem!

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

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

"Are you done with your toilet?"

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

"Yes Nat."

"Did you wash all over?"

"Yes."

"You sure?"

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

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

Nat drags you into the bathroom.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Uh thank you"

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

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

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

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

The sensation is weird.

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

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

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

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

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

"Nice to meet you..."

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

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

"Scott!"

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

You go to the kitchen and finish preparing the meal.

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

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

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

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

"Please."

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

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

"Let me taste!"

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

"Aahh!"

Steve pulls the plug halfway out before pulling it back in

"Problem sweetie?"

"No Nat everything is fine"

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

The meal is ready. You serve the 3 Avengers.

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

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

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

"You know he fought against us"

"I'm sorry."

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

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

Once the meal is over, you clean up.

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

You stand back hesitantly.

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

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

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

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

You doze, not daring to move or speak.

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

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

"Are you tired Baby?"

You nod your head.

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

You blush realizing he is talking about you.

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

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

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

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

Steve gently pushes you towards Scott

"Thank you so much"

"I think he deserves a kiss".

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

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

"Thank you, Cap."

You go to say good night to Nat

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

You nod your head.

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

"But Daddy this is not my room?"

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

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

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

"I'm tired Daddy".

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

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

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

He turns you on your back and spreads your legs.

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

Half asleep you groan,

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

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

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

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

He plays with your plug a little.

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

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

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

"Wash me."

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

"You took out your plug!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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p3sephone · 2 years

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No Way Out. (Dark! Steve Rogers).

Summary: you are a worker in the Stark Tower, only aiming to grow your career and keep your life simple. Actually, you were the kind of person who admired the avengers but from afar but Steve Rogers didn’t have the same plan once he started talking with you.

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2.

Warnings chapter 2: arguing, feeling very uncomfortable, hints of misoginy. This serie is going to have very dark themes in the future chapters, so if you don’t like this please do not read. Minors are not allowed. Only +18.

Note: reblogs, comments and likes are always very appreciated! Ty so much in advance. <3

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You snorted slightly, researching the paperwork needed to do the last procedure. Some mechanisms were really complex and the order was not on the agenda at the Stark Tower: now you understood why they had sought out people who were particularly professional and with so much patience. You understood that well.

You took a good deep breath, enjoying the fresh air coming in from both the windows behind you and the door. You hate to close the door, you never understood who did that: it was as if doing so made you feel more trapped and you wanted to go away and leave your job more and more. Instead, keeping it open gave you a certain sense of relief. But Steve Rogers was really tempting you to lock the door, possibly with a key. You had been working in the Stark Tower for about a week now, and the avenger came to your office on time, but he was smart about making excuses.

First it was paperwork that your downstairs colleague had forgotten to bring you, then it was coffee every now and then because you "needed rest for your hard work". You've never seen Steve Rogers behave this way to other people, yet when you tried to talk to someone just mentioning Steve's name a bright smile appeared on their face. They talked about how nice he was to them, even wishing them good work and sometimes stopping for a chat. You did your best not to look frown in those moments because you hated ruining other people's moments, and they were so happy when they talked about it. It was as if he was a kind of icon, an example of excellence. But with you he seemed to be pushing the boundaries.

But you didn't say this. Compared to the others, you had been given several more tasks and you had also accepted overtime: you lived alone, what could you do? You also had enough days off and to be honest you hated loneliness. You could not enjoy yourself or have fun due to lack of company, but also because you had little imagination. Also, you loved your job. Was it surreal? Yes, but that was it. So getting favors harder from Steve Rogers than you thought were standard made you uncomfortable, but obviously you haven't told anyone about it. What could you possibly have said? "I feel uncomfortable with Steve Rogers around, I wish he wouldn't speak to me?" They would all take you for crazy and drive you away. Steve Rogers was an untouchable jewel. You? You were replaceable for this job and you certainly didn't want to be targeted by your own colleagues. You would have just put your wishes aside. Speak of the devil... "Hey, I brought you some coffee again. Do i disturb you?" Of course you disturb, disappear. You certainly couldn't tell though. You put on a little fake smile, beckoning him in as you kept looking for the missing paperwork. You heard a little chuckle, so you got curious, looking at the blond man in front of you. Steve set the cup of coffee on your desk, then bowed down and picked up a piece of paper. Exactly what you were missing. He just giggled and to be honest you tried in every way not to be nervous. It was as if you felt teased, with that paper in your hand almost waved over your face, while he looked at you with that sly smile. You didn't even realize you weren't smiling anymore. You slowly got up, starting to take the paper from his hands. "Mr. Rogers, I have a lot of backlog and today is a particularly busy day, I have been trying to work on this job for 30 minutes. Please return the paper to me." you said with all the calm and kindness I could collect. You had always been well-mannered, professional - that was how others painted you, a calm and professional person. But this undertaking was becoming increasingly difficult for you. The smile faded from his face and he pushed the paper away, just when you were almost there. You looked at him now annoyed, but still trying to veil your gaze. You couldn't be openly hostile, not with an avenger, it wasn't allowed to you. "It's not very nice of you the way you talk." he said it quietly, but you recognized the warning tone. This only made you even more furious. You got yourself composed, straightening your back and shoulders, with your head held high. Avenger or not, you were not inferior to him. "Isn't it also nice that you punctually break into my office to give me some documents that the downstairs colleague actually has to deliver to me. Strangely enough, has she always forgotten them, every day since the day I started working?" you challenged, now openly hostile. You would have lied to yourself too but you felt your heart beating wildly. You never expected to lose your temper, but in addition to the profound discomfort you felt discomfort. You didn't want him around, only the structure of his body seemed oppressive to you. Steve Rogers was too much to handle and you weren't paid for that task. He just raised an eyebrow in response to your question, but judging by his icy eyes you knew you hit the spot. He had been discovered and his silence was the confirmation of what you had said, and this bothered him deeply. Steve Rogers was a captain, you a lot less. He was worth a lot, you what? You were forgettable. Yet he was infinitely kind. In his years, a young lady would have limited herself to a shy, composed laugh. It was cool in those days.

Without other words, Steve gave you one last look of annoyance, carefully leaving the document on your desk and bowing slightly, approaching you. He didn't stop staring at you for a second and the proximity of him hurt you, physically. You felt a pain in your stomach just seeing him so angry, knowing that he was angry for you.

He then straightened up, pointing out how taller and thicker he was than you. You didn't know if he did it on purpose, but he made you feel damn small, like a gnat to be squashed. Then he stomped away, closing the door to your office behind him. A few seconds later you walked over to the door, locking it. Yes, you definitely felt trapped.

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mrsdarkandyandere7 · 1 year

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Little Runaway

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: You try to run away, only to fail.

WARNINGS: Kidnapping; Implied future Non-con.

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“Ohh, my baby thinks she’s smart enough to escape me? How cute was that little run towards the gate, babe. Too bad you didn’t even have the code to get out.” Steve mocks you, an arrogant smile stretching his lips as he condescendly looks down at you.

The gag on your mouth muffles all of your curses and protests, only serving to amuse him even more. Steve reaches his hand to brush your hair and all you can do is pathetically shake your head, the task much harder as you’re bound to the bed, limbs chained to the four posts on each corner of the bed.

The feeling of being defenseless is overwhelming and you swear you’re having the most crazy and vile thoughts that make you want to free yourself even more.

You almost slipped away from this nightmare, catching a moment when he was busy. He didn’t even notice you were gone until you started to punch random codes outside on the property’s gate code, which obviously activated the alarm system.

That only resulted in you being dragged back to the house alongside with the regression of your living conditions as you’re now fully restrained. Unable to get away from him.

“You really thought you’d run away? Cause if you did, then you’re dumber than I thought.” Steve’s amusement dies down a bit as his voice gets more serious. His blue eyes let the hidden wrath show and you nervously gulp.

You don’t want to be punished but you already know it’s inevitable. His eyes darkly trail down through your tied up body, running his fingers through your stomach and exposing its skin.

Bubbles of anxiety erupt inside you as you watch him tug down your shorts, just enough to show your womanhood.

He turns his head to look at you, revenge and lust glinting in his eyes.

“It’s time for your punishment.”

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prettyinpink350 · 6 months

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Clean/is it over now?

This whole story was basically inspired by clean, is it over now, now that we don’t talk, wonderland, style, basically the whole 1989 album, all too well 10 version, and illicit affairs

Can you tell I love Taylor Swift? 🤭

Nomad grey! Soft dark! Steve rogers x reader. Cheating!!!! Angst!!!! Depressed reader, tony dying. The time line if messed up do t do the math I already tried lol. Reader is Tony Starks, daughter, but race or looks are not described.

Seeing his blue eyes in the forefront of your mind was haunting. you couldn’t get clean off of him His whispers had changed every muscle in your body to love him and only him. Was it over when she laid down on your couch was it over when he unbuttoned your blouse? Was it over then and is it over now? The question you asked every night, or when you walked in every room that held the blondes with love eyes. Your scorned young body, a solider returning half her weight, the blue muse hidden from view hurting from seeing the flashing lights as he showcased her to all.

Steve Rogers was your first lover, only 18, and somehow the family friend since your early teen years was gone and replaced with a man of love and stolen kisses. His hands fire, his lips held unfished unspoken ‘I love yous’. If your love is over, why do you wait? Why do you hide in your hidden places he took you so no one could hear your sweet nothing relationship and moans. Why are you still writing pages about a love story that has ended?

You remember the tension in the last years before the full out. His smile on your 18th birthday, him slow dancing with you, everyone at the party drunk or too blinded by the American dream to notice he was more then a family friend or uncle Steve, your father's co-worker and avenger. Blushing in arms, your teenage heart bursting in shy looks away from the man holding your waist. Then by next celebration, Only ever held hands with a boy and suddenly a lover, what an unexpected transition for an 19 year old girl. Never knowing how love worked nor how cruel his could be.

Now 25 never had another lover, the habit for you never left, still lost in wonderland though he was lost in anothers. Trying to find a cure, to bring dust to people, standing in a room with the rest of (what's left of) the Avengers brings acid up your throat. The secret too big to share with your father and how his old best friend broke your heart, it ate you alive for lying, dying. Dying feeling like the world's worst daughter, watching him sacrifice himself while whispering to you how much he loved you was the ground falling underneath what made your sky.

Steve picking your crumpled body off the ground crying at your father's asleep feet to forgive you for your secrets. Sobbing into the man you loved and hated, hated for leaving you scared and confused during the civil war. You sat at home heartbroken praying he was okay and that he would just sign the damn papers, that your father didn't kill him, while he made out with Sharon Carter. Pounding on his chest screaming at him to let you go, you struggled in his arms while he tried to calm you down.

You yelling at him that it was all his fault, only the two of you knowing what you meant.

After that you didn't talk to him, what was really left of the Avengers lives in the compound and so does Steve's new finance, the younger blonde, who giggles like you did, he’s not afraid to tell people he loves her. The pain mixed in with love unrequited.

A mission in the tall mountains was the reopening of the love affair, you think of jumping off every tall somethings just to see if he comes running, but no.

“I’ve missed you” he spoke to you leaning on the kitchen island, you sitting at the dinner table eating soup, you ignored him. “y/n”

“Let's leave the past where it belongs,” you said

“Babygirl please” Steve pushed himself off the counter, pulling your chair away from the table, now squatting in front of you. His hands holding yours.

“You’re engaged, we shouldn’t requel our relationship now, and I can't even look at you without wanting you” you admitted softly to him looking down at your lap where your hands and his lay.

“I still love you y/n, and I know I left. I know I should have come back to you baby. I’m a sick man but your my love baby and I can't see you love me everyday while I pretend she's you.”

“No, do you think I didn't see you, there was flashing lights at least I had the decency to keep my nights out of sight, were we over when you kissed Sharon? You try and find something better in every girl's bed-.”

Steve kissed you deeply cutting you off, his hands moved to your shoulders pulling you closer. You kissed him back, the feeling different from the innocent love, that the devil he was truly letting himself mask in it.

His arms wrapped around your waist, and your legs wrapped around his. He took you to bed, naked bodies meeting again. His thrusts drove moans out of you like no other.

“You're still my baby, c'mon I’m still your Stevie” his words kissed your skin. “Say it, say you're still mine, I’m still your daddy” he demanded his thrusts becoming harder.

“I-i love you Daddy” you squeaked out Steve smiling at your words knowing he still had you after all these years.

“Don't you ever take away my baby again. You’re my baby.” after his words, you moaned loudly your face buried in between his neck and shoulder. Cumming full force.

“That's it babygirl, cum for me.”

Steve and you laid down still naked in each other's arms, feeling his warmth.

“We’re staying here, I'm not going back to her,” he spoke sternly

“What?” you replied back, pulling away so you could see his face.

“We’re stayin’ here, we’re gonna build a family and I’m not letting you out of my sight again baby. You’re mine. I love you” Steve said still stern but with a dark look in his eyes.

“I’ve watched you hurt and be alone far too long, I've saved the world for you, killed for you, wanted you… Say it back y/n”

“I-i love you, Stevie”

10 months older, a baby five months in. You can't quit, you can't say you got clean. 10 months older now he can admit there was no mission just a trick to get you back.

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ladybug100 · 2 years

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My dearest darling pt2

Steve was walking penny with you in the golden sunset, the pinks and purple hews making you look like an angel sent from up above. His angel, his sunshine, his girl and his soon to be wife

"oh! Oh! Yesterday I was at the department store with lottie, and I saw the most beautiful tie and It made me think of you! So I got it, it's back home in my room I almost forgot to give it you" y/n said with excitment.

Steve chuckled. "Why? Sunshine you dont need to get me stuff I'm the one supposed to spoil you!" He teased causing her the blush.

"I know, but it's just I thought its would look handsome on you. That's all, and I can too buy you things, your just as special to me as I am to you." Steve swore he couldn't fall for you more but everyday he did fall more and more in love with you.

It had been 2 weeks since he came for dinner, you and him were almost always together walking penny, taking car rides, having picnics in the spring sun, just getting to know eachother. You had thought you had loved ben with your whole heart but now you had steve and this love felt so much more real and better. More grown up then the high school games and kisses, hand holding in the hallways. Steve was sweeping you off your feet and you put up no fight.

That night your parents had agreed to let you spend the night at his house. Your father and mother weren't worried at all, why would Captain America break the rules? Why would Captain America take this opportunity to use his sunshine's innocence against her? And they were right next door they were sure nothing would happen.

"Alright I'm gonna get my night bag and I'll see you soon stevie" you said before kissing his check and walking back to your house.

Penny and steve making their way to his house next door. Your mother thought bringing penny was a good idea just in case. Steve liked little penny, she was a sweet puppy just like her mommy. The thought of his and yours children playing with penny had his heart swell and dick hard.

As he and penny walked through the door she started to pull on the leash

"alright, alright penny wenny just hold still so I can get your leash off then you can explore." He chuckled as he watched the penny dash and jump around house smelling everything she could.

He also thought it was a good idea to bring her with so she could get used to being in his home. Because soon it would be yours and penny's too, and hopefully a little baby would come along shortly after the wedding.

Steve had the perfect plan: he and you would spend the next 4 months dating and then on your anverisy he would propose and then 2 months later you would wed. He was secretly planning the wedding too, he knew what colors you liked and flowers, who would be there, what music. As steve waited for you he decided to call up bucky his old pal, when steve came back to the past he thought that bringing bucky back would be the best for him and it was.

"Hey buck! How ya doing?" Steve asked

"Good! My girl and I just got done putting james jr down to sleep, so how are you and y/n?" Bucky had met you and almost stole you to be his second wife if steve hadn't put a claim on he would have done it in a heart beat.

"Shes spending the night tonight. Shes at her place getting her bag while I'm here with penny"

"Oh! You gonna have fun tonight?!" Bucky joked

"Yeah not sex but I wont waste this opportunity."steve grinned

"Alright pal my girls callin' me to bed, you have fun" bucky said before hanging up the phone.

"Steve?" Y/n called out while walking through the door admiring his home.

"Righg here sunshine" he stepped out of the his office to find you standing in his living room with penny hoping around your legs like a bunny.

"Heres your tie" you stepped closer a light blush on your cheeks.

Steve opened the box and cooed you are going to be the best little wife to me. He thought

"Its beautiful! Thank you sunny" steve stepped closer to you; pulling you into his chest, his soft lips meeting yours in a passionate searing kiss. His hands on your waist whilst your hands gripped his upper arms. The blonde super soldier heard a sweat little whimper come from you his hands dug more into your dress that sat over your delicate skin. He wanted to feel all of you, but the little voice inside his head remined him of the plan that he would have you for the rest of his life.

He pulled away with a boyish grin on his face. "Let's watch some television yeah?" You nodded obediently sitting on the couch his and legs and yours touching while he flickered through the channels. Penny came running to the both you; dive bombing on Steve's lap snuggling closer to him. You giggled at the sight of your little baby penny already loving steve

"I guess I'm not the only one who loves you" you said not realizing that you had told steve you loved him. A warm and evil smile spread on Steve's face.

"I love you too" he said looking at you pet penny's head.

"I know its early but y/n I do love you and penny" he chuckled kissing your cheek

"Oh jeez! I thought I was crazy for loving you this fast" you smashed your lips on Steve's, you were never one to really start a sexual act but you finally telling steve you loved him and him loving you back made butterflies turn into fireworks.

Steve was more then surprised when you kissed so fast and urgent but it only made him want you more knowing you loved him and wanted to kiss him with such power and vulnerability.

The two of you made out so long that penny fell asleep, and when you finally broke apart it was time for bed.

*the nightgown you wear*

Steve's eyes were bugging out of his head as he saw you step out from his bathroom, your flowing over your shoulders the light pink gown barely leaving anything to his imagination. The deep cut showed of your breasts as you gave him a shy smile and kiss on the cheek.

"Your beautiful sunshine" he whispered into your ear as his arms snaked around your waist, trapping you to him. "Thank you steve" you laid your head down on his shoulder snuggling closer to him under the blanket.

Soon you were fast asleep in his arms, steve watched you as the pale light flashed upon your skin leaving him breathless. He slowly untucked you right boob from its confines, playing with your now hard nipple. Little melws and gasps left her lips in sleep.

Steve slowly pulled his hard fat cock from his sleep pants, he stated by teasing the tip with his fingers whilst lowering his lips to your breast sucking on it. He started at a slow pace; stroking his long member In delicate touches as he listened to your moans and whimpers.

The thought of you under him as he snapped his hips into yours, cries of pleasure and need in your voice as you begged him to fill you up with his warm sticky cum. To make love to you and to make you a mommy. The image of you riding him as he drunk your breast milk, your swollen tummy bouncing with each thrust he met with you pussy.

Taking on the counter as you cooked dinner for him, you waiting at home for him with open arms and legs ready to please him.

Steve came with a shout. Cleaning himself off and fixing your nightgown steve put his dick back in his sleep pants and dozed off with his little sunshine knowing nothing of the sins he thinks of her and will on day make her do.

A/N: I know it's pretty short but you did get smut so🤷‍♀️.

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