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nickfowlerrr · 1 year

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pairing: dark!stucky x curvy!reader

warnings: 18+ ONLY. kidnapping. noncon/dubcon. only bucky x reader smut. pet names. if i’m missing something important pls lmk!

words: 6.3k

notes: this is what i wrote when my power went out on christmas lmao. if this does well and people like it i’d definitely consider a part two with more stucky smut - just let me know if you guys like this and would read a continuation. 🖤thank you in advance for reading! as always, comments and reblogs are welcome and appreciated!

One click. No flame. Another click. Still nothing. Huffing, you readjust your hold of the lighter. The smell of Christmas already permeating the air, the aroma from the opened but still unlit candle bringing you the slightest bit of ease.

It was cold already and now with the heater out, it was biting. Regrettably your blankets were still sitting in your washer, and with the lack of power, they’d be there until it came back on and you could get them in the dryer.

You made to ignite the lighter again and it finally gave you a flame. Once you had your candle lit, you eased back down onto the couch. The sun was setting and the chill from outside was already seeping into your apartment. Pulling your knee highs back up, you sighed, taking in the darkness that would soon swallow you completely.

So much for finishing that stupid puzzle. You couldn’t see anything. The rattling of the balcony door pulled you out of the silence and had the pit that was already growing in your stomach grow deeper.

Voices from outside, coming from the hallway distracted you from the unpleasant shaking of the door. It was the wind, you knew that, but with each moment, it grew darker and darker and the unexpected noise was unsettling to say the least.

You were alone. And the solitude was welcome, mostly. That underlying, gnawing feeling of loneliness that was somehow always there, no matter how hard you tried to shake it, was starting to get the better of you. Momentarily. Always passing eventually. Or, more accurately, always shoved back down eventually.

The darker it got, you somehow found yourself settling further and further into it. As if it was welcoming you back. The silence, the flicker of the candle, the scent of pine and vanilla softly filling the room. This was okay. This was nice, even.

You felt yourself beginning to doze off, but the cold worked to keep you awake.

It wouldn’t be too long before they got it back on. An hour, tops. Then you could dry your blankets, maybe get a few more pieces of the puzzle put together before you slunk back into bed. A very merry christmas, indeed.

Sun was completely set now, no shadows coming in from the windows. No more watching the swaying of the trees outside. Just flickers of the candle flame dancing along the wall.

Then you heard it again. The rattling. If you had your tv on, or music playing, you were sure you wouldn’t have heard a thing. But in the silence, even a quiet disturbance was audible. Then there was that feeling again. That pit in your stomach. Something’s not right, it called.

Paranoia. That’s all it was.

Intuition, your mind argued.

It was Christmas night, most people were still gone for the holiday weekend, your building near desolate. Who would it be? When do crimes even happen here? It was ridiculous to worry. It’s the wind. Of course it’s the wind.

The creaking that sounded next, though. That wasn’t as easily explained. You froze, just listening. To ensure you heard what you thought you did. Was someone on the balcony? How would that even be possible? You waited. And waited. No more noise. But something was telling you not to let it go. You stayed seated, curled up into the corner of the couch, just staring at the door. You couldn’t see it clearly, the flame not strong enough to illuminate that far from its place on the coffee table. But you could see enough. Enough that as you watched, you suddenly saw the handle move, as if someone outside was opening it.

You always wondered how you’d react in situations like this. Flight or fight, what would you do?

Neither, apparently.

Because you didn’t move. You were like a deer in headlights.

Right, freeze response. You’d forgotten about that possibility. There was another, too, actually. What was that one called? You couldn’t remember.

F..it starts with an f…

The whole while you were trying to think, your eyes were trained on the door. You just watched. Watched as the figure cloaked in darkness let themselves into your apartment. Did they know you were here? Would they care? You weren’t even sure you were breathing as you stayed as still as possible. Maybe the darkness would conceal you. This stranger would take whatever they wanted, and you just prayed the lights would stay out until they were gone. Just be still. Be silent. Not that you could move or make a sound if you’d wanted to. It was like you were paralyzed by fear. The figure didn’t seem to notice you, not even looking in your direction.

The candle. The candle was lit. Was this person oblivious? It was a dead give away that someone was home. The intruder stayed quiet, didn’t seem interested in anything as he walked from the balcony door, across the living room to the front door.

Without thinking, your body was moving of its own accord. You rushed quietly behind them, into the hallway, still encompassed in the dark. You felt your way to your room as fast as you could without running into any walls or making sound.

Your front door opened, and you were confused now. Were they leaving? What was the point of breaking in in the first place?

“Took you long enough.”

The voice of a man, husky and gruff sounded from the front room.

“Shut up,” another man spoke, irritation clear in his voice. “Lock the door.”

Your brain stopped working for a moment. Two voices? Why were there two voices? Why were these men here? Do they know you’re here? What do you do now? Run? Hide? Where was your phone?

Dead. Right. It had died right before the power went out, you’d put it to charge but obviously that wasn’t happening at the moment.

A flash of light hit the hallway as the men walked past back into the living room. You didn’t want to move. Your room was so close, but you didn’t want to risk making a sound and bringing any attention to yourself. So you stayed frozen.

“How is breaking and entering into a crappy apartment supposed to be a christmas gift?” one of the men asked.

“It’s what’s in the apartament that’s the gift,”

“What’s in the apartament?”

“I should’ve worded that better,” the second man corrected. “Not what, but who.”

Three seconds behind. You were running on a delay now. Who?

You.

Three seconds.

Two sets of footsteps down the hallway.

One beam of light shining right at you.

Frozen. For a moment. No noise escaping you. The light too bright, blinding you as you winced. You still couldn’t see them. Not clearly. But they were tall. Bulked. You wouldn’t be able to get away from them if you tried. Funny how that thought came to you just a few seconds after you did.

Arms wrapped around your middle, and you were suddenly being pressed against one of the men as he held you, your back to him, keeping you tight against his chest. Still no sound leaving you. Just breathing, heavy breaths coming progressively quicker.

“Ah ah, princess,” he tutted in your ear as you stared wide-eyed into the darkness before you.

You fell asleep. That’s what happened. This was a dream. Just a bad dream, and you’d wake up any second now. That was the only explanation. Because this wasn’t happening. This couldn’t be happening.

“Don’t cry, dove,” he soothed. “Not gonna hurt you, just wanted to introduce you to a pal of mine.”

You hadn’t even noticed the tears as they began welling in your eyes. He was speaking as if you knew each other. Like he knew you, intimately. The tone of his voice, the apparent affection. It was decidedly unnerving.

Your name fell off his tongue as if he’d spoken it a million times before, sending a chill through you as a small whimper finally managed to escape you. The flashlight was now shining on the man you were made to face. Dark hair, stubble on his jaw, piercing blue eyes cutting straight through you. You’d consider him pretty if this was a meeting under different circumstances. There was a look of contemplation on his face as he considered you. His gaze flicked from you to the man still holding you, a question clear in his eyes. Question.. or maybe an accusation.

“This is Bucky,” the man introduced. “I think you two are gonna get along real well,” he sounded almost excited. There was a tense moment of silence after he spoke, your eyes seemed glued to Bucky, your lip wobbling as you stood stock still against the stranger behind you. A painful squeeze of his arms around your waist, and you could feel his strength in his movements. You were sure he could break a rib, crush you easily if he wanted to. His hand gave your waist a squeeze as if he was waiting for you to do something.

“You’re normally so polite, princess. Use your manners. Say hello,” he instructed harshly. Normally so polite. Do you know this man? You started racking your brain for suspects, obviously someone you knew, someone you’d met.. Then suddenly your cheek stung, and you were brought back to the situation. He just slapped you? You blinked at Bucky, seeing him again as you refocused on reality.

“Hello,” you uttered weakly, breathily. You barely heard yourself.

Bucky narrowed his eyes at you, his mouth slightly agape as if he wanted to say something. He didn’t. His eyes shifted back to his friend instead.

“This is your idea of a Christmas present?”

“I’m telling you, Buck, you’re gonna love her. She’s the sweetest thing, you’ll see,” he insisted, you could practically hear him smiling as he spoke of you like you weren’t even there. “She’s exactly what we’ve been looking for. She’s perfect.”

It was like your brain just couldn’t quite compute what you were hearing. You couldn’t make sense of it. All your thoughts were still trying to guess who this man holding you was. The maintenance man who came over last week for the leak? No, his voice was way deeper and he was stoutly. The guy at the grocery store who stopped you on your way to your car just to tell you how pretty he thought you were? He wasn’t nearly as built as this man was, you could feel his solid chest against your back, his biceps around you were muscular, nothing like the guy from the store. Was it the bookstore? The place you went to get your oil change? Hell, the drive thru worker from last night? You had no idea. You couldn’t place the voice anywhere.

“We’ll see about that,” Bucky groused. “Let her go, Steve, she’s not gonna run. Are you, sweetheart?” he directed at you.

Frozen. You opened your mouth ever so slightly to speak, but no words fell out. You blinked once. Twice. Finally you managed to shake your head, it was almost imperceptible, but he accepted it. Steve’s arms fell from around you as Bucky took a step closer. You didn’t move, didn’t even think to. Not even as the power kicking back on served as a distraction for half a second. You stayed where you were, only wincing again at the lights coming on. You could see him better now. He was dressed in all black, the darkness of his clothing and hair only made his eyes that much more striking.

“You got a pretty face,” he said appreciatively, his lip twitching upward slightly. You didn’t know why you couldn’t look away, your eyes locked on him.

There was a loud bang, you jumped at the crashing sound, turning to watch Steve as he proceeded to trash your living room. As your eyes landed on him, it took you a moment to put it together. Steven. So you did know him, albeit vaguely. Every Wednesday, without fail, you’d somehow arrive at the coffee shop you frequented at the same time he would. He’d always hold the door for you. You never really spoke, but he seemed so nice. Chivalrous.

What was he doing? What was happening? Why?

Your television hit the floor as you gaped at the sight.

“What?” you breathed out, confused.

“Sorry, gotta make it look like there was a struggle. Don’t worry, you won’t miss a thing,” Steve assured you.

“I don’t- I don’t understand,” you started babbling. “What’s- why are you - what do you want? Why are you here? What’s happening, I don’t - I”

Gloved hands were on your arms as you began sputtering, turning you to face Bucky once again. His hand found your cheek, cupping your face gently as he looked you in the eye.

“Nothing you need to worry about, doll. We don’t wanna hurt you. So you’re gonna be good and listen to every word we tell you, won’t you?”

You kept staring at him, bloodshot doe eyes meeting his sharp, icy blue ones. You didn’t respond, but you allowed him to nod your head for you as you maintained eye contact.

“Good girl,” he smirked. “We’re gonna let Steve do what he needs to do and you’re gonna show me where your room is,” he instructed, turning you to face the hallway.

You walked without thinking, just doing as he told you. You didn’t want to make matters worse.

Flipping the light on, you entered the room. Bucky followed close behind you and moved further in even as you stopped right past the door.

“You got any preferences for clothes?” he asked as he looked in your closet. “We have some stuff, but I’m not sure they’ll fit you,” he said, looking you up and down. “Yeah,” he continued, agreeing with himself, “doubt it.”

You were just standing there like an idiot as he rifled through your belongings. You don’t know how much time passed before he got your attention again. He whistled as he held up a piece of lingerie from your drawer. He turned and held it up in front of you.

“I can see it,” he simpered. “You buy this for someone special, doll? Or maybe someone special bought it for you?” he prodded.

You simply shook your head, looking down now trying to avoid his lecherous gaze. He didn’t force you to speak, and you got the feeling he liked the fact you didn’t. Liked that you were being so obedient for him already. He shoved the lingerie into the duffle bag he’d found in your closet which he had already filled with a bunch of random clothes.

“I don’t know if we’re gonna be able to swing back around here,” Steve said casually as he entered the room. “If there’s anything important you want to bring, I’d grab it now, princess,” he told you.

“Where am I going?” you asked cautiously.

“You’re coming with us. We have our place all set up and ready for you. You won’t have to worry about a thing,”

“Time’s ticking, sweetheart. You heard Stevie, you want to bring something specific, go get it.”

You couldn’t think. They were taking you somewhere. They were packing your things. Steven , Steve, said you were perfect, but perfect for what? You then started to fret over leaving something behind. What if you really never came back here, what if all your things were just gone once you left with them. What do you grab, what should you take with you? That was easier to focus on.

You walked slowly over to your bed and grabbed your throw blanket, it was a security blanket, really. You never slept well without it. You watched as Steve walked into your bathroom with his phone out, he was taking pictures of your toiletries and beauty items. He must have felt your eyes on him because he looked back at you, smiling when he met your gaze. “We’ll get you new stuff, you don’t have to worry about bringing any of this.”

“This is going a lot smoother than it normally does,” Bucky said skeptically as he watched you give nearly no reaction.

“I told you, Buck. She’s perfect,” Steve repeated, smirking now as he turned back to continue making note of your things. “That’s what happens when we’re patient and wait for the right one instead of just trying to make random girls work,” he said, seeming to try and point a finger at his partner.

“She’s not putting up even a little bit of a fight,” Bucky mused aloud as he approached you, ignoring Steve and eyeing you darkly. “Why is that, doll?” he asked.

A few more steps and he was directly in front of you, eyes bearing into your own.

“Oh,” he breathed, a wry smile creeping on his lips. “I see it now,” his hands were on your face, holding you as he stared deeply into your bleary eyes, “you’re terrified, aren’t you?”

A broken whimper broke past your lips as you began to tremble slightly. Things were catching up now. The gravity of your situation, the insanity and brazen entitlement of these men in your home, speaking of you like you weren’t able to hear them, talking about taking you with them, how ‘perfect’ you were, the realization of it all, everything compounding, slamming into one another, sending you reeling.

It felt like only fifteen seconds had passed since you watched the balcony door open. How did all of this happen so quickly? It was like you weren’t even there. Just watching everything from an outsider's perspective. Passive. You were so passive.

You just wanted them to leave. You didn’t want to fight them, what point was there in that. You didn’t want to try and run, again, what would be the point? It was clear you weren’t getting away from them and they weren’t planning on leaving you. The only thing you could do was...nothing. Just let them do as they wanted, and try not to make things worse for yourself. Don’t provoke them or put yourself in more danger. They said they didn’t want to hurt you. All you had to do was listen. Just listen, you repeated over and over in your head.

The pressure of Bucky’s hands on your face increased slightly, the material of his gloves rough against your skin as he wiped at the stray tears that had started to fall again. All you could do was nod. He was right. You weren’t doing a thing to stop them because you were scared. You were utterly terrified.

“That’s okay, sweetheart. You’re doing perfect, listening real well, doing what we tell you,” he praised. “You know, Stevie, this just might be the best gift you’ve ever given me,” he called to his partner while he continued staring, his eyes taking in every detail of your face, lingering on your pouty lips.

You were a present. Not a person. At least not to them.

“Let’s see just how obedient you can be,” he said, his voice lower, darker. He was even closer now, you could feel the heat radiating off of him as he was nearly right up against you. Your chest was heaving from your stuttering breaths. Dread setting in the pit of your stomach as his touch left your cheeks and instead drifted down your body.

“Not here, Bucky.” Steve’s harsh words had Bucky’s hands halting in their exploration.

He sucked his teeth before taking a step back and turning to face Steve.

“You can wait another two hours,” Steve griped before turning his attention to you, softening slightly. “That’s all you want to bring, princess?”

“Why are you doing this to me?”

The question left your mouth before you even registered it as a thought. You saw Steve’s jaw clench as he narrowed his eyes ever so slightly at your question. If you had to worry about stoking someone’s ire, it was clearly Steve’s. He worked to calm himself, taking a breath before he responded to you.

“I guess we haven’t really explained what’s happening here, have we?

See, Buck and I, we’ve been looking for a pretty little dove like you for a long time, now. But they were just never right. We gave up for a bit, decided the right girl would come along when she was ready. And then I walked right into you one morning. You remember it, don’t you? You were walking into the coffee shop as I was coming out. I wasn’t really paying attention, it was completely my fault, but you were so sweet.. Caring, understanding. Those are rare traits nowadays, ya know. I’m not sure exactly what it was about you that struck me, but I just knew..

I knew you were the one for us. Kept an eye on you for a while, I wanted to learn more about you, get to know you better. And turns out you’re as sweet as I thought you were. Lonely as us, too. We’re the perfect fit. I could see just how much you needed someone.

The number of times I’ve had to watch you cry all alone from the outside looking in, it was like torture,” he confessed as his hands were suddenly on your face, wiping at your tears. You hadn’t even registered him getting closer, didn’t notice him brushing past Bucky to take the spot he had been in, in front of you. “But you won’t ever have to do that again. You won’t be alone anymore, not with us. It’s a win-win situation, princess. You get to get out of this shithole, leave all the stress behind you, no more responsibilities - aside from taking care of us. But we’ll be taking care of you, too. I know this might seem scary, sudden, but it’s for the best, I promise. For all three of us,” he finished, looking back at Bucky who’s eyes were still set on you.

When Steve finally backed away from you, granting you some space, Bucky was quick to return to your side. He was intent on you, not wanting you to get very far from him, though you were hardly moving.

After Steve trashed the rest of your apartment, Bucky had the thrown together bag of clothes slung on his shoulder, ushering you in front of him to trail behind Steve.

When you’d made it downstairs to the parking lot of your complex, you were led to a sleek, blacked out fully tinted SUV. Steve went to the driver’s side and Bucky opened the back door for you. He helped you in and then climbed in right next to you. You heard Steve scoff as he looked back at him, but he didn’t say anything as he started the car and drove out of the lot.

You stared ahead blankly as the car made its way through and out of town, you were aware of the men talking back and forth, but the conversation didn’t include you - at least not that you heard. You were sure Steve would make it clear if he was expecting an answer from you, the way he had earlier, so you let yourself zone out.

What had you done wrong?

How did you find yourself in this position? It was Christmas. You were alone and vulnerable. How long had Steve been watching you? How long had you been a target and you hadn’t even realized?

Fuck, you were so stupid. Stupid, pathetic, and pitiful.

You didn’t even try to get out of this, just went along with them.

The feeling of a gloved hand settling on your leg brought you back to reality for the moment, looking down just as Bucky squeezed your thigh.

“If I had let me in on your plans, I could’ve gotten some stuff ready for her,” he spoke to Steve as his hand idly toyed with the top of your knee highs.

“What we have already will be fine for now. Besides, I didn’t wanna spoil the surprise.”

There was a beat as Bucky fiddled with your stockings, contemplating as he brushed his gloved fingers over your exposed skin.

“What’s our ETA?” he asked Steve.

“Another hour.”

He nodded, a hint of a smirk on his lips, “More than enough time,” Bucky responds smoothly, pulling you onto his lap just the same as you yipped in surprise.

“Jesus Christ,” Steve mutters.

“Don’t be jealous Stevie, you’ll get your turn, too. She’s my present isn’t she? You got your gift earlier, why can’t I have mine now?”

“She’s ours,” he nearly growled in response.

“Guess that means you still owe me one, then,” he taunted back while his hands found your ass, groping you through the material of your shorts while you stayed as still as possible on his lap, though the lull of the car driving down the interstate didn’t make that an easy task. You eventually grabbed onto his shoulders to keep yourself upright as Steve passed yet another car, the speed threatening to send you into the door if not falling forward on top of Bucky.

Your unintentional wiggling had Bucky groaning and you could feel his erection growing beneath you.

“You make a mess back there, you’re cleaning it,” Steve warned.

All you could focus on, despite your every attempt not to, was the feeling of Bucky’s hands on you as you were forced onto his lap. Grabbing at your ass, running under your shirt, up and down your back, along your waist, gripping your wide hips as he began rocking you atop him. His bulge was rubbing against you with every move and though you tried to fight it, a stirring.. a tingling sensation in your core began to overshadow your fear and disgust.

Your hands were holding tightly onto him, one hand on firm muscle, the other seeming to cling to something more solid. It was an arm, but not one made from flesh and bone.

Bucky’s hands still on your hips suddenly forced you to sit fully down on him. You could feel his strength in the movement, you didn’t consider for a second trying to stop his hands as they slid down into the back of your bottoms, knowing it wouldn’t stop him. He grabbed your ass, his eyes hungry as he stared at you. He swiftly moved his hands up your back and pulled the hem of your top up and off of you in a flash.

You felt exposed and more scared than you’d been earlier, but deep down you had to have known this was coming. Of course it was.

He grabbed your breasts through your thin bra, kneading them in his still gloved hands. He took a second to finally rid himself of them and when you saw the metal of his left hand, you couldn’t help the audible breath you took as he brought it directly to your throat, squeezing enough to have you shiver but not to interfere with your breathing. He smirked as you subtly sank into him further with the show of dominance before he let his hand wander down and around your back to unclasp your bra.

Pulling the bra off of you easily, he pushed you back so you were up against the passenger’s seat as he ogled your chest. His hands wandered from your throat down to the waistband of your shorts, squeezing you, tickling you, playing with your breasts and teasing your nipples before he pulled you closer again, his head falling to your chest as he took one into his mouth. You worked hard to stifle the moan that threatened to escape when he suckled at you. His touch was all consuming and overpowering. The warmth of his mouth on your breasts, the way he held you to him, keeping your hips rocking against his as he groaned against your skin.

You were completely defenseless and had no plans of trying to fight back, no plans at all to try and stop it from happening. What good would it do? You’d let him have his way, do whatever it was he wanted to do and just get it over with.

He pulled off of you just as Steve sped around another car, you fell forward into Bucky, not bothering to right yourself, just letting your body rest against his, your head on his chest now. His hands found the waistband of your bottoms again and he worked to get them down your thick legs, not an easy task in the position he had you in. He barely managed to get them past your ass before he unceremoniously lifted you nearly over his shoulder and over the seat so you were leaning over him as he tugged them the rest of the way down. You were only then vaguely aware of your lack of shoes, briefly you wondered how you didn’t notice that when you first left your apartment. Your thong sliding down your calves, over the knee highs he left on you, had you refocusing on what was currently going on. You heard his zipper and felt him messing with his pants and it was only another second or two before you were pulled right back down onto Bucky’s lap, a mix between a gasp and a moan escaping you and a hiss escaping Bucky as his firm, hard cock pulsed against your bare pussy.

“Sit,” Bucky ordered firmly. You inched down only a bit more, earning a slap to your ass before he spoke again, “Sit. Down,” he growled.

You obeyed without another word, sitting fully on his exposed lap, the zipper of his pants rubbing against your skin as you did.

“Good puppy,” he praised darkly as he grabbed your face, pulling you to him and forcing eye contact. “I don’t like repeating myself, sweetheart. We’ve only just met, so I’ll give you a free pass this time. And I know you won’t do it again, will you, doll?”

“No,” you ekked out breathily, feeling the tears renew in your eyes. You shuddered as he kissed your temple before reaching between you and grabbing his cock, pumping himself once before he had you lift up for him, placing himself at your entrance. You squeezed your eyes shut tightly, your arms wrapped around his neck, the only thing keeping you steady as the shame of your arousal consumed you.

“Pussy’s all nice and wet for me, already, huh?” he teased.

You had nowhere else to go so buried your face in his neck, trying desperately to hide from the humiliation. His hands were on your hips and he didn’t give you any warning before he pulled you down, fully seating you on his dick, the air rushed from your lungs at the shock and stretch you were entirely unprepared for. He groaned deeply, a heady, “fuck”, tumbling from his lips as he held you there a second while you whimpered and cried.

“Son of a bitch, you’re so fuckin’ tight,” he growled before gripping your hips tighter, surely leaving bruises. You didn’t do anything, couldn’t move if you’d wanted to. You were gripping onto him like your life depended on it and somewhere deep down you were scared it just might.

Ten seconds passed and he just kept you there, sitting pretty on his cock while you cried into his neck. His grip lightened on your hips and he moved one hand to rub your back, clearly his attempt to ease you.

“Relax,” he soothed, “just take it. Take my cock like the good puppy I know you are,” he said, punctuating his sentence by thrusting up into you, making you cry out in response.

He was too thick. It hurt. Sure there was an underlying pleasure that was making its way to the surface the longer he stayed still, allowing you to adjust to the intrusion, but it was still uncomfortable. And being naked and exposed to the chill air in the car only made you more frigid. Even the heat coming off of Bucky wasn’t helping. You were covered in goosebumps and you had tear streaks still running down your face. You were a mess, a whimpering pathetic mess. Nothing more than a frightened little puppy, just like he knew you’d be.

A jolt of pleasure shot through you as his thumb was suddenly on your clit, rubbing in tight circles as you moaned weakly before laxing against him even further, inadvertently taking more of his cock inside you.

“Just like that,” he praised, giving you another few seconds to adjust to him. “Want you to bounce on my cock, you think you can handle that, doll?”

You shook your head, still hiding your face in his neck, not wanting to see the way he was looking at you.

He laughed darkly at your response before reframing your hips with his hands, “That’s alright, puppy. We’ll try again when your little pussy’s used to me. It’ll take some training, but you’ll get it eventually. I don’t have a problem doing it myself right now,”

All you could do was cry as he held your hips down on him, fucking up into you relentlessly, the material of his pants scratching at your delicate skin and his hold on you leaving marks you were sure you’d see in the morning. Your tits were bouncing as you bit your lip, groaning at the sensations shooting through you while Bucky cursed and growled, moans leaving him with every thrust into you.

“Please,” you cried, “please, please, please,”

“Fucking hell, Bucky, don’t break her before we even get her home,” Steve interjected sharply between your cries.

“You can’t feel the way she’s gripping me, she fucking loves it,” he panted, slapping your ass as he continued fucking you.

“Hurts,” you mewled desperately, hoping he’d take pity on you and at the very least slow down.

“Poor pup,” he patronized, keeping his pace as you clung to him.

“Buck,” Steve snarled from the front of the car.

Bucky grunted but soon slowed his movements, and began moving you up and down on his cock by your hips, lifting you and having you sit right back down, the new motion stimulating your clit with every tilt of your hips.

You walls clenched down on him as he slapped your ass again, groaning and growling as he kept you riding him.

His movements were slower, but he had you taking him deeper than before. “Fuck yes,” he moaned lowly, throwing his head back as he bit his lip and squeezed his eyes shut as he groaned. His grip tightened on your hips as he felt you getting closer.

“You wanna come, sweetheart?” he teased, only getting a whine from you in response. He chuckled again, “You don’t have to deny it, doll. I know it feels good for you, too. I can feel your cunt tryin’ milk my cock. Don’t worry, I’m gonna give you exactly what you need, baby,”

His thumb found your clit again, playing you expertly as you writhed on his cock, unbidden moans falling from you as you felt a coil tightening in your lower belly.

“I’m gonna give it to you, you’re gonna take fuckin all of it. But you’re gonna come on my cock first,”

That coil wound tighter, and tighter, and tighter with each swipe of his thumb in tandem with his thrusts until you couldn’t hold it or fight it any longer and it finally snapped. A white hot heat running through your body as you cried out, holding onto Bucky as you came undone. The feeling of his warm cum hitting your walls as he finished inside of you registered too late, not that you could’ve done anything to stop him anyway. The post orgasmic haze quickly faded with the reminder of reality.

You slumped into him again as you began sobbing. His arms held your naked body against his fully clothed one as he relaxed, leaning back into the seat while a hand rubbed your back and you wore yourself out with the tears that fell.

“No tears, puppy. You did such a good job,” he cooed, only making you cry harder despite how exhausted you were.

He was right, you did a good job for him. Didn’t fight, didn’t try to stop it. Just let him have you, however he wanted. You were a coward. Terrified of being hurt, you let him hurt you. You could hate yourself for your lack of self preservation, but when you really thought about it, this was your self preservation. They could easily hurt you worse. They could kill you if they wanted and you’d never stand a chance. You didn’t want to live like this, but you didn’t want to die, either. You weren’t sure yet, but the latter certainly seemed like the worse option.

Just be good and don’t give them a reason to hurt you. That’s all you had to do. That’s all you could do.

Bucky kept you on him, stuffed full of his cock and cum while he held you against him.

You whimpered when you felt his cock get hard again inside of you but he didn’t move you, just kept you sitting on him - keeping him warm.

“We’re not that far,” Steve spoke, waking you as your eyes threatened to close while you laid against Bucky, thoroughly exhausted.

“Good, she’s about to pass out on me already,”

“‘S’alright, dove,” Steve said to you, “You can sleep til we get home and we’ll bring you inside. You’re gonna need your rest. Our night’s just getting started. We’ve got a lot of celebrating to do now that you’re finally home.”

You couldn’t help it as your tears fell once again, and Bucky rubbed your back.

“You’re gonna love it, doll,” he reassured you. “And if you thought that was good you have no idea how much better it is when it’s all three of us. We’ll have you seeing stars, baby,” he simpered.

“Tomorrow we’ll get everything else sorted, but for tonight, we’ll just get you comfortable. The only thing you’ll be crying for by the end of the night is more.”

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Enchanted, S. Rogers and C. Kent.

SUMMARY: In a world where Omega's were scant and decent alpha's even more so, you think you're one in a million to be in a relationship with Alpha's who not only take care of your every whims and need, but also love and respect you unconditionally. However, your marital bliss of two years is interrupted by the concept of ‘true mates’.

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader x Clark kent.

Warnings: Cursing, Angst.

CHAPTER THREE

“Wake up, buttercup!” Natasha cheerily exclaims, clapping her hands together after successfully pulling back the curtains to let the sunshine in your desolate quarters. You groaned sleepily turning your head towards the other direction, until she peeled the covers back from you.

“Uh-uh, we are not letting you sleep in the bed for days on end again.” the red head tuts, pulling your limp arm and ushering you towards a seating position. “Today, we're going out and walking on sunshine vampy.”

“No. Let me wallow in doubt and sadness.” you whine, eyes shut. You were still in dreamland, nestled in the covers with the ac on full blast— and you could literally spend days in the bed it feels like. You were always so sleepy and tired.

Part of you blamed it on over-thinking. Your brain must have been fueling up for all of your racing thoughts. Or it was only during sleep that you weren't thinking anything.

“Can't. The sun is up and the day is to be conquered. Where's your fucking spirit?”

“Oh wait! I remember where i left it, let me check.” you wiggled, making her hold loosen before you dived back into the sheets.

Comfy. So so nice.. you rub your face in Clark's pillow, sighing out in bliss. Just as you were about to doze off again..

“Nat!” you bellow, feeling yourself get lifted off the bed and towards the en suite.

“We're going out and fucking things up dollface! No excuses!”

☁️

“I feel like richard gere and you're my bitch- well, technically not one, but you get my point.” Nat nonchalantly puts down the menu, staring at you from across the table.

There was an astounding array of shopping bags placed neatly along the floor, both of you going haywire on different shops and swiping daddy's plastics, and only when you calmed down did you realize how much clothes you bought.

You'd feel bad, yet both Steve and Clark had gaslighted you early on that it isn't real money princess. So you went on your merry way each time and thought as if you were only playing pretend.

“Why can't i be a bitch?” you mutter, inbetween bites of garlic bread, basically inhaling the small tray of decadent pastry. It was crunchy, and soft on the inside with hints of melted cheese. Ohmy, you wanted to gobble it up.

Nat looked at you as if you were stupid. “Because.. you're rainbows, and butterflies and shiny shimmering glitter.”

You made a face, “You're saying i'm made of nice things? Aww, naty.”

“Yes, and if i put you in my mouth, you'll melt like a cotton candy.” she flippantly voices, which made both of you stare at eachother— silent and intent gazes, before bursting into laughter. Giggling at the unknown double entrede.

“Hello, madamme.” Your head snaps towards a slightly familiar older man decked in a pristine suit, an easy yet flattering grin on his face. “How are you finding your lunch? Has anyone taken your order yet?”

“Oh, hey ben. It's pleasant, as it always is. We've actually just placed our orders,” You smile in response.

“Oh that's great! and you're here with Mrs. Barnes, i see.” He politely nods to the red head. “Will you be joining Mr. Kent at the second floor? He's got an entourage, but i doubt it's concerning business. It appears to be more casual.”

“Is that so? I mean, Clark did say something about a lunch. Who's he with?” Your mouth moves faster than you could think.

In reality, the only thing you've recieved from both of them were casual goodmornings and update as to where they were. Steve was in France, Clark said he was in Russia. Atleast, that was what they told you.

“The usual, madamme. A couple of security details, and a new secretary. She seems to be new, atleast from who Mr. Kent usually keeps in his payroll.” The host narrates, thinking nothing of it. Everyone was already well aware of how much you meant to your husbands— to the point where nobody would bat an eye if they were seen out with another woman. Nobody could possibly believe they would replace you.

And you hated to jump into conclusions, but why would he need to lie?

Your heart wanted to lurch out of your chest. Nat's clearing of her throat made you snap out of your spiral; and you schooled your features back into a cheery expression once again.

“Well, if Mr. Kent wouldn't mind our presence.”

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“.. I was actually a scholar of Kent foundation. Can you believe it? Our fates, so intertwined. It was really as if we were meant to be.” Lois gushes, leaning over in her chair, looking at him as if she were about to jump his bones.

Frankly, it made him quite uncomfortable. Nothing about this - if you could even call it a date, it was more like a formal gathering or a meet of sorts that he was inclined to arrange- felt natural, nor right.

Clark wanted to rely on his base instincts for direction but he couldn't grope for a shred of connection. Not even a silver of fondness, which is strange, considering thag they were supposed to be compatible— the person oppsite of him bore the genetic compatibility, as per several tests.

Though, what she said piqued his interest. “Which part of town would you say?”

“Upper east side,” Lois responds. Clark shifted in his seat, a smile making it's way to his features which held a considerable sway in her judgement. He asks a few more questions in that honeyed voice of his, to which she absently replied at.

“Huh, would you look at that.” He leans back in his seat, gears in his head turning but he maintained an easy smile on his face, mirth dancing in the darkened blue of his eyes.

“How about i permanently move your residence in, say, one of my towers?” Lois' breath hitched at the proposal.

“I-i mean, sure if that's what you want.” she gathered herself for a while, before remembering to act bashful and blinking up at him rapidly, smiling coyly. “I'm yours afterall. Your mate.”

You can hear the jeers and the laughter, staying through the conversation, until you found yourself feeling literal pangs of hurt in your chest. Fuck. What does all of this mean?

“Let me kill this son of a whore,” Nat was about to angrily storm inside, but you managed to stop her, putting an arm out.

“Don't even bother.” you murmur, finding it hard to find your own voice. At that point, you felt almost numb— as if your brain was shutting down from what you've heard, finding it difficult to process at all.

You woke up with the hope of your marriage still intact. Thinking, rather stupidly, that this was just a rather difficult hurdle in your marriage. Thinking that perhaps, this was all just a big misunderstanding like what you were repeatedly assured of.

But this was beyond even your wildest dreams. Nothing made sense. It was as if your world was crashing down on you all at once. True mates? It mocks you repeatedly.

Steve and Clark told you that you were the one. You believed them, because why would they lie to you? They had no reason to!

To get in your pants, silly. The rational, or was it pessimistic part of you said.

You blinked away the tears, turning around, and indulging in the manical urge that clouded all your rationality— run.

So you fled.

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hi haley love, i’m probably sending too many requests i’m so sorry i just feel like i’m being heard here and i feel seen. i’ve been having so many panic and anxiety attacks and i was wondering if you can write something where broken promises stucky help the reader get through it or honestly whoever you’d like. i love you and i hope you’re doing good 🥺

𝐁𝐚𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬

warning: anxiety/panic attack, mentions of anxious feelings, angst, fluff, dd/lg themes, soft!dark!stucky x little!reader

a/n: hi sweetheart, i'm so sorry you've been feeling that way love 🥺 but i hope you're doing a lot better now and you can always talk to me if you need help, my dms are always open my love <33 also i know you said broken promises but i think this could work as a general fic and for broken promises too, i hope you like it lovely <33 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

"Sweetheart I need you to put your coat on so that we can leave, we're already very behind on our schedule today. We still have to make dinner when we come home, I promised Steve we would try to cook tonight." Bucky rambled as he quickly slipped his boots on.

It had been kind of a hectic morning. Lots of errands to run, lots of things that needed to be done before a peaceful night in with Steve, who was coming back home after two weeks away.

However, when you woke up this morning, your head was pounding and it felt like heart was about to burst out of your chest. You were feeling uneasy as anxious thoughts were running through your head about everything and nothing at the same time. You didn't know why but sometimes you would have days like these where your anxiety got the best of you, and traumatic memories from your past felt like they occurred moments ago.

You needed a mental health day. There was no way you'd be able to handle a whole day of running errands with Bucky. Even getting out of bed this morning felt like an impossible task.

Of course if you told him how you were feeling, he'd be understanding, and he could help you feel better too. But you were in no mood to talk about your feelings.

It seems unfair but you were hoping Bucky would be able to just sense how you're feeling so you wouldn't have to vocalize how you felt. Normally Bucky would have noticed that you were feeling triggered, however, with it being a stressful and busy day, he was too busy trying to complete everything on his to-do list for today before Steve came home.

Unfortunately, with all these anxiety built up in your chest and how exhausted you were after helping Bucky clean the house, you were feeling more and more vulnerable. You felt so weak. So small. And Bucky had yet to notice.

For some reason, he assumed you were being difficult because of little things that happened throughout the day. First, you ran out of your favourite cereal for breakfast. Then, while you were picking up the dishes from the table, you spilled chocolate milk on one of your favourite sweaters.

There were some other small incidences but after each one Bucky assured you there is an easy fix, and that after today, things would be less chaotic.

Currently, he was trying to get you to slip your coat on but instead you just stood there in front of the front door, huffing with your arms crossed. Normally, Bucky would've laughed and called you adorable for trying to look intimidating but right now he was only getting annoyed since you were now an hour behind on your schedule.

"Baby please just listen to me, just this once. We can even have get my girl a new stuffie while we're out?" Bucky crouched down in front of you, trying to help you put your sneakers on. He could tell you were starting to feel kind of small, and he knew he might be able to bribe you with the promise of a stuffie.

Instead, you just shook your head and kicked him as he tried to put your sneakers on your feet for you. He groaned slightly in pain ad stood up immediately, all the patience having left his body at this point.

"Okay, put your shoes and your coat on right now, and meet me by the car in five minutes, understood?" He snapped. He was clearly very upset with your behaviour and he was not in the mood to deal with it right now.

You were frustrated and feeling even more little now, and you couldn't figure out what to do. All you knew was that you did not want to go out. You just wanted to stay home. Deciding to leave without saying a word, you picked up the sneakers and threw them at the front door before starting to walk away and towards the stairs. However, you didn't get very far as Bucky caught your arm and roughly picked you up in his strong arms. Judging from the expression on his face, he was certainly angry now if he wasn't before.

"What did I just tell you, huh? I'm not in the mood to deal with a brat today. When I put you down, you're going to pick up your sneakers and put them on before joining me outside by the car, is that clear?" He said sternly, while still trying not to lose his temper. Tears started to fill your eyes as soon as you heard his harsh tone towards you, and they almost fell as you noticed he nearly rolled his eyes at them, "Don't you dare with the tears, or I’ll give you something to cry about, doll."

After that, you couldn't help it anymore. Tears started rapidly streaming down your face as you sobbed uncontrollably in his arms. Bucky was shocked at first, he didn't realize you were this upset. He instantly began to apologize as he carried you over to the couch.

Whispering, sweet gentle words and apologizes while trying to calm you down was clearly not going to work this time. No matter how hard he tried to comfort you, you were inconsolable. You could feel your entire body shaking, and no matter how hard Bucky tried to calm you down, you just felt like your heart was on fire. It was getting more and more difficult to breathe. Moving your hand up to rub your chest gently, you tried to get yourself to slow down and work on your breathing. Bucky quickly caught on and carefully picked you up from his lap and put you down on the couch. He quickly got up, and sat down in front of the couch, kneeling in front of you.

"Hey, hey, it's okay. It's alright, baby. I've got you." He took your other hand in his, rubbing it gently while trying to get you to focus on him, "Just look at me, baby. I need you to look at me so I can help you, babygirl. I need you to focus on my breathing, okay? Do you think you can do that for me sweet girl?"

You looked at him for a second before carefully nodding, making him smile. He leaned up for a second to give you a quick kiss before settling back down and trying to help you again.

Focusing on Bucky, and trying to follow as him as he instructed you to take deep breaths with him. It seemed to be working, however, the anxious thoughts were still there. You didn't know how to tell Bucky though you knew he'd definitely wanna know what just happened.

"You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to," Bucky said, as if he just read your mind, "I mean if you want to talk about it then I'm here for you, but I don't want you to feel like you have to. I just wanna know whether or not you're okay, doll."

"I..." You looked away, feeling even more nervous than before. It felt like your body was screaming at you to tell him why you were acting this way and how you felt right now. But you just couldn't, "I just want to be alone for a bit. I don't want to go out, I know you need to get some errands done but I don't think I wanna come with."

"Fuck the errands. So what if we order in again? No big deal, who cares. I need to make sure that you're okay, I can't just leave you alone after that."

"But I'd rather be alone right now, I promise I'm alright." You muttered nervously.

"Sweetheart, are you feeling little at all? Do you think you need da-" Bucky tried pulling you onto his lap to hug you, but instead you pushed him away and interrupted him.

"I'm not. I wanna be left alone." You nearly snapped as you got off the couch. You didn't know why but you were feeling very angry all of a sudden. The anxiety was still there but the implication of being too weak, vulnerable, or small to handle this on your own was making you a little frustrated.

"Umm alright, sweetheart, if you're sure. I guess I'll see you in an hour then, doll?" Bucky got up from the couch awkwardly, scratching the back of his head as he felt slightly confused about what just happened. He knew it was a bad idea to leave you alone but he wanted to respect your decision and give you your space. He quickly left after that, and the second you heard him drive off in his car, you fell back on the couch and started crying once again.

You felt weaker than before and somehow the horrible feeling had reached your stomach making you feel a bit queasy. You couldn't help but wish that you hadn't asked Bucky to leave you alone. You wished that Steve was here too. You felt so small right now, you did not want to be alone. You curled up into a little ball on the couch and hoped that Bucky would be back soon.

After about ten more minutes of crying, you heard the front door open. You quickly looked up from the couch, hoping Bucky had decided to abandon his errands and come home to you instead. However, to your surprise, it seemed that Steve had come home a few hours early, He strolled into the living room towards you with a beaming smile on his face as he was excited to see his girl after being away for so long. Although, that smile disappeared pretty quickly when he noticed your tear-stained face.

"Oh no, pretty girl, what happened to you? Are you hurt?" Steve knelt down in front of you, looking at you with his concern-filled eyes. You quickly shook your head in reply, letting him know that you're not hurt. He could already tell that you were feeling little right now, and didn't seem to be up for much talking, "Bubba, where's Bucky? Why isn't he here with you right now?"

"He left...errands..." You mumbled, looking down at the ground, feeling guilty for practically kicking Bucky out of the house. You looked up at Steve and felt your guilt getting even worse when you noticed the shift in his demeanour. Watching him take his phone out of his pocket and angrily text someone.

"Baby come on, let's get you upstairs to bed for now, okay?" Steve said as he gently rubbed your back for a bit before getting up to you carry you upstairs in his arms. You heard his phone buzz in his pocket, and he stopped in his tracks to check and see what it was before continuing to walk upstiars again.

On the way to your room, you couldn't help but lean into Steve's touch making him smile slightly. He kissed the top of your head before gently putting you down on your bed.

You gulped, feeling guilty about receiving all these sweet attention from him while he clearly seemed mad at Bucky for leaving you alone when you told him what happened downstairs. Although, it was you who asked him to leave you alone, "Daddy please don't be mad. I asked him to leave."

Steve frowned at your words before shaking his head in reply, "Sweet girl, I'm not angry. I'm sorry I made you feel that way but I promise I'm not, okay?"

You slowly nodded in response, still unconvinced. Steve sighed in response and began gently rubbing your back as he spoke, "I'm not angry, I'm just a little upset that Bucky wasn't here while you were feeling this way, pretty girl."

You gulped before answering him in a quiet tone, "I asked him to leave me alone."

"Why would you do that, pretty girl?" Steve asked, although he already knew what happened as Bucky already texted him and explained the situation to him. He was upset that Bucky left, but he wasn't angry once Bucky explained that you asked him to leave. Now, he was just upset that you were all alone while feeling this way.

"Was feeling anxious...didn't wanna talk about it...still don't. Don't really know why I asked him to leave. I'm sorry..." You said, sniffling near the end of your sentence as the tears started flowing down your cheeks once again.

"Oh my sweet girl, it's okay, it's alright. There's no need to apologize, okay? Sometimes feelings like anxiety, or even sadness, make us do silly things. It happens to all of us, even me and Bucky." He carefully wiped your tears away before leaning down to kiss your forehead, "I'm right here, okay? I've got you, sweetheart. You just get some rest, and when Bucky comes home, we'll have a nice night in with some of your favourite pasta and whatever movie you want to watch, okay?"

You smiled and nodded your head in response. Steve smiled back at you and leaned down to kiss you again before getting up to pick up your favourite stuffie for you to cuddle with as you took your much needed nap.

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Lust Royale 1

Pairing:Dark!Andy Barber X Dark! Steve Rogers X Reader

Summary: When Y/N is away on a mission with her boss, Steve, everything seemed to go well, until a dark figure in the form of Andy Barber appeared. From the moment he laid eyes on Y/N he knows he has to have her, and he's willing to do anything he can to get what's rightfully his. Little does he know that Steve is going in with that same mindset, wanting to protect Y/N at all costs, so he can have her for himself.

Steve was waiting for you in the office before Alexander walked into the room. "Rogers where is your sidekick? is she late yet again?"

You open the big doors and walk in wearing a white blouse and black pants.

You sit down at the table and say. "Sorry I'm late boys...Shall we get on with this?"

"Steve was just being updated on the upcoming mission." Pierce said as he looks at his notes. Steve looks at you and bites his lip and then says. "you sure you want to do this?"

You nod. "Just tell me where I'm going, and I'll make sure to get you what you need sir."

Steve nods and then says to Pierce. "She's honest at least"

Pierce hands you and Steve some papers and says. "the jet leaves in ten" He walks out and you flip the pages of the mission report and say. "Easy as pie"

Steve smiles. "This is why i like you being on my team L/N you very smart" You smirk. "Come on we'll be late"

You two walk out and you put on sneakers and then grab your gun and Steve Walks out in his suit.

You smile and he says. "Hey you look good..like a baddie"

"yea yea Rogers" You two get on the jet and Steve can't take his eyes off of you as you two sit on the bench as the jet takes off.

He wanted you if you gave him a chance but you were always saying Nothing more then a team with him...You didn't want to be distracted by Golden boy Rogers.

When the plane lands you walk out and Hear gun shots and Steve grabs your arm. "Stay with..me!" You press your lips together and pull away. "Watch and learn"

You take off running and end up shooting some Aliens and You didn't know but a bystander was keeping his eyes on every...single...Move you made.

That man was Andy, a widower, his son died and wife in a car crash and Your the girl he wanted to make HIS.

He takes a step back into the alley when Steve rushes to you saying. "Your reckless Agent L/N!"

You look at Steve. "Fuck off then Rogers" You were in control of this mission and you'd be damned if Rogers had to be the hero!

After the mission you and Steve came back to the tower and Steve was pissed that you'd do what you just did.

"Y/N we are not done talking" You turn around. "I am done talking about this! I had it handled"

Steve grabs your arm as you turn. "You want to be part of this team then fucking be PART of it or Leave!"

You were fuming so you say. "Fuck You Rogers!"

Tony says as he took a sip of his drink. "You two fight like lovers! Why not come to my party tonight? i have some friends coming with"

You look over at Tony and say. "Yea sure i might have fun for once" You look back at Steve and he sighs.

"See you then Agent" He turns and walks away.

Tony walks over to you. "What happened?" You look at him telling how you didn't wait for Rogers.

Later that day you changed into this dress.

You fix your hair and look out the tower at the city lights. You sigh then turn and grab your phone and walk out of your room and Steve is there by the wall.

You smile lightly. "Cap" He says as he looks at you. "Y/N look i want to say sorry for what i said...I just want to make sure your safe"

You nod. "I am Rogers, I forgive you and i am sorry too i didn't mean to get mad at you...Your just looking out for me"

He nods standing straight. "Yes i am you um..mean a lot to me" he looks right at you and you nod. "we'll be late" Steve follows you to the elevator letting you walk in first. "thanks"

You two walk in and Steve says. "Want a drink?" You nod. "Sure thank you"

He nods and you look around and see a tall man in a suit you walk over. "Hey i didn't think this was going to be a business kind of party"

The man looks at you. "Oh i'm sorry Stark asked me but he didn't tell me there would be a lovely lady like you" he holds his hand out to you. "I'm Andy"

You smile shaking his large hand. "Nice to meet you Andy I'm Y/N"

Andy Smiled at you then his eyes meet Steve's and he let's his hand drop and Steve walks up by your side. "Here you are"

You take the drink. "Thank you Captain. Oh This is Andy, Andy This is Steve"

Steve's eyes met Andy's and he doesn't smile back but he says "Nice to meet you i didn't think we invited you here"

"Tony did" Andy said without a smile. He glances at you and says. "So tell me about yourself"

Steve's eyes darkened as you and Andy spoke. "Y/N we should go talk to other's here"

You look at Andy and say. "I'm sorry but it was nice meeting you" Andy nods. "Yes of coarse see you around." You smile. "see you"

Later that night you look around the tower even through you have been on the team for a year you still got lost in the tower.

You look around and wonder where you went wrong or the wrong turn. You turn around and crash into Steve's body.

"Shit" You said looking up at him. "Are you lost Sunshine?" You say. "Um yes i seem to be" You laughed lightly. "Can i help you?" he smiles. "No but you could use help"

He holds his arm out to you and says. "Come with me" You lightly hook your arm in his and he leads you back to the party.

Steve smiles and Andy is over at the bar talking his ass off to Natasha.

He turns and looks at you and you can feel his eyes on you as you smile talking to Steve.

You say to Steve. "Thank you for helping me find my way back Steve you would think after living here for a year i'd know my way around" Steve smiles and says. "I can stay by your side if need be"

You nod. "Sure thank you"

After the party you run into andy. "hey sweets can i ask you out or is Steve trying to tell me yours HIS?"

You look around. "what no he's not my boyfriend he's my boss god nope"

He nods. "Well here's my card if you want to call me i'd be glad to hear your cute voice"

You take his card with a small smile. "thank you Mister Barber" "Aw sweets call me Andy please" You nod. "Sure Andy have a good night"

Steve walks by you and says. "Y/n Tony is asking for you" He lied. You nod. "Alright bye Andy" he waves and you walk away and Steve says. "Back off from her she's taken"

Andy chuckles. "thats not what she told me, your her boss..." He echoed your words.

"I won't ask again barber...back...off" Andy nods. "Have a good night as well" he walks out and you walk back saying "Tony said he didn't ask for me."

Steve folds his arms on his chest. "Y/N you know how i care about you right?"

You bite your lip then nod. "Yes sir" Steve's eyes go wide hearing those words...Sir Damn those words made his cock twitch. "Ahem right...Please stay away from the man you just met...I don't trust him"

You roll your eyes. "Steve come on don't be like this" He walks closer to you. "Please for once do as i say" he kisses your cheek and that makes you say. "that's it?"

Steve look into your eyes. "What?" You fold your arms. "Just a kiss on the cheek?"

He smiles. "This time darling" You both go back to your own rooms for the night and you don't fall asleep right away.

Shit...did you just hit on your boss...what about the other man? Was this going to bad for your mind during missions if you kept this up?

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bunnybearmarvel · 2 years

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*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ Bunny Instincts.

pairings. | steve rogers x hybrid!bunny reader

summary. | It’s an animal instinct to be wary when a predator is near; your little baby bunnies, are well aware when daddy is near.

warnings. | soft!dark steve rogers, hybrid!bunny reader, allusions to kidnapping, manipulation, daddy!kink, language.

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Letting out a soft giggle, you watch in amusement as the twins prattle about in the grass field, hopping here and there, attempting to race eachother but getting distracted by butterflies and flowers along their path.

You were lying down on a blanket, basking under the warmth of the morning sun, a book in hand and a basket full of treats for you and your little babies. You enjoyed the breeze, the serenity of these mornings, the quiet and the slow; for you, it was perfect.

Cooing, you reach out a hand to your baby who sneezed, it seemed as if she was allergic to pollen, her pink snout twitches involuntarily. She leans into your touch, and you lift her up to your chest.

“It’s okay, bubba.” You utter, softly stroking her soft fur. Her blue eyes were watery, the cirulean blue akin to her father’s; yet, hers merely blinked up at you with parts reliance and innocence, so different to the shrewd and calculative of his. “We can’t play with those kind of flowers, but there are others; i know, honey. It’s itchy?” You tut, brushing her nose when her whole face twitches.

The twin, who had been curiously hopping after a colorful butterfly suddenly stilled, gazing faraway, to barely registered footsteps, his discerning ears perking up in attention. The ominous presence of something.. strong, had caused him to clamber back to his mother, tail tucked in between his legs.

Your head darts up to the door of the house, and you gazed at your baby who was shivering in freight. Bunnies are easily frightened, and when they’re still small and unable to shift into their human form; their bones brittle, and their autonomy limited until the age of two, they’re extremely delicate and sensitive.

Especially to sound, and their environment; the instinct of an animal, much more, one who have been hunted since eons ago such as bunnies, was heavily engraved into his consciousness.

“It’s okay sweetheart,” you gently coo, bringing him closer to your chest also. Allowing him to hear the thrum of your heartbeat, in hopes it will calm his erratic beating heart. “Mama’s here, i’ll protect you.” You whisper, placing a dainty kiss on each of their forehead. The trembling toned down a little, much to your relief.

“Trying to act tough, bunny?" His baritone voice held a tone of amusement, large frame coming into view, still decked in his navy blue tactical suit. Your breath hitched in your throat once you lay sight on his almost, lazy smile, clearly patronizing you; and your feeble attempt at protection.

He looked rough, yet not in an entirely bad way. Just that Steve left with a thin stubble framing his jaw, and his hair cut cleanly, into his smart and put together fashion; he looked the golden boy, the personification of true and honest american values.

But the month long mission had certainly, changed his appearance— his true disposition, a little more evident by the longer hair and thick beard that framed his face. He looked mean. Yet the mere sight of him had inevitably brought a shiver of want through your body.

“Daddy,” you whisper, stunned, pillowy lips parting in surprise at his arrival. You were expecting him a couple of weeks later, but things must have changed which made him arrive home early.

“No welcome kisses for daddy?” He raises a barely amused brow, expression shifting to stern, and despite yourself; you slowly rose, not before placing your little bunnies in the blanket, and whispering gentle words of comfort into their ears, and crept towards him, pressing a sweet kiss to his lips.

He deepens it, the kiss quickly turning passionate and starved. He conveyed his yearning through the punishing brush of his lips to yours, hands finding purchase on the small of your waist in order to bring you closer. You whimper, and yelp once he squeezed the globes of your ass, yet he only took the opportunity to plunge his tongue into your mouth, sucking and tasting your mouth.

He only lets you go once you were breathless, eyes glossed over to his satisfaction. Steve rubs your lower lip, eyes roaming your face as he takes in your otherwordly beauty, noticing the lightness and glow of your visage. He has always thought you were breathtakingly gorgeous; and coupled with motherhood, your ever blossoming maternal instinct, that chipped at your defiance and made you his soft, pliable little bunny.

Steve knows knocking you up had been his best choice at keeping you; little bunnies like you, helpless and innocent, were made to bend over and take cock like a fucking pro— not wander around, nor integrate into society as something you, very clearly was not made for.

You were made for breeding, is what you were. A fertile little thing. An insatiable, needy little bunny that deserved to be stuffed full of his cum, until you’re swollen with his children. And again. And again, until you’re pathetic and begging with soft and musical cries that only every fueled his desire to fuck you until you’re passed out.

His cock strains painfully in his jeans, gaze flickering to your swollen breast; your pert nipples evident through the filmsy sundress, they were plump and round with milk, and heck, if he wasn’t already rock hard with just the sight of you. He places a lingering kiss on the swell of your breast, and your cheeks heated.

“Stevie,” you whine, placing a hand to his chest. “It tickles.” He chuckles.

“You’re too sensitive bunny,” Steve snorts, but relents. He has plenty of time to bother you later, now, however he glances behind you, and towards the huddled pair of his children. “What are you doing so far away?” His voice was gruff, and you saw the tremble wrack their little bodies.

They had always been afraid of Steve. Shaking whenever he touches them; whimpering whenever he’s near. It’s like your children knows to what extent, Steve’s nature and how truly sinister the huge man was.

“Daddy,” you utter with a silent reprimand, “Please don’t scare them.” You touch his chest.

His brow furrows, “They’re afraid of their own father?” Disappointment colors his tone, he had always been brash and domineering, indeed. But he’s tried several times to connect and bond with his children, but they were ultimately frightened of him for some unknown reason. He calls their names, “Come here.” He orders firmly.

You bite your lower lip, “Daddy.” You warn, eyes wide and pleading. You wish he was more tender, softer with them. They’re feeble, which your husband can’t seem to understand. “Gentler, please. Don’t call them as if you’re about to grab them by the skin of their neck and haul them.”

“Isn’t that what animals do, sweetheart?” He quips back, blue eyes narrowing. “Besides, i ought to teach them a little thing about what happens to children who disobey.”

“They’re still babies; they can’t understand alot.” You appease him softly, looking back at your children with encouraging eyes. “You have to comfort them, coax them. Be a little more patient, please, daddy.” You place a hand on his chest and blinked up at him with doe eyes. One you know he finds hard to resist.

Steve’s jaw clenches, the tough façade crumbling slowly. “They got that from you, little bunny. Always needing persuasion, promises; coaxing.” You hum and nuzzle your face into his chest, awarding the broad expanse of it with butterfly kisses and inhaling his scent. He smelled of rich cedarwood and pine, insanely addictive and for you, comforting.

“Come here,” He orders, a little softly now and you smile at him encouragingly. “Papa’s not mad, i promise. He just wants to kiss his babies.” Steve’s gruff voice utters, and he beckons the twins over with a wave of a hand. Once they were at arms reach, he bends down and lifts them up, pressing a kiss to their head.

“My bestest babies,” you whisper adoringly as you hug them inbetween the two of you. “So brave, and sweet.” You continue to whisper words of encouragement in their ears, the twins responding to you with wriggling movements, and rubbing up at you, while Steve watches with satisfaction and awe.

He truly made the right decision to making sure you’re well and truly his. Only his. Afterall, Steve Rogers does deserve a family of his own; he’s done so much for his country, fought and thrown himself on the line of his work just to make sure that the world remains at peace and he deserves his own piece of happiness.

Even if he had to steal you away. He will break you apart and build you up all over again if it meant he would have you. Steve will tear anyone, limb to limb if they dare to steal you away from him. So what if you had a life ahead of you? Did he not give you, your own piece the world; a nice beautiful house, a white picket fence, a large and expansive garden and every luxury you could ever think of. He satisfies your every need and whim; he fucks you good, he satiates you, he loves you. Steve loves you a fucking lot. Loves you that he will do anything for you— expcept let you go.

“I love you, daddy.” You murmur, reverently. It took alot to mold you into his perfect little wife, but everything was worth it when you look at him and tell him those perfect words.

“I love you, bunny.” He replies, equally reverent.

You’re his. But more evidently, he is yours.

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goodgirlofglory · 2 years

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Taking what he wants/One-shot

(Edit: This has grown to a multiple part series - /Masterpost/)

Pairing: Soft!Dark!Steve Rogers x reader

Warnings: non-con, dub-con, smut, explicit sexual content, explicit descriptions of violence, explicit descriptions of blood, vaginal sex, anal fingering, oral (female recieving), unprotected sex (wrap before use, guys), creampie, choking, praise kink, felching, Steve’s unrelenting (and hot as hell woof)

Word count: 5,6k

Summary: On a regular, unsuspecting night, a bloodied stranger falls into your apartment. As you help him clean his wounds, you find yourself at his mercy, struggling against his strength, his intentions, and your own, secret want.

Note: Your media consumption is your own responsibility, but I advise you to not engage if the contents of the warnings trigger you. Not beta-read, we die like men. My work is not to be distributed outside my blog.

I say this is soft!dark!Steve Rogers since it has heavy non-con and dub-con vibes in the beginning, but Steve isn’t as physically forceful as I’ve written him before. Head the warning, darlings. Take care<3

This is a sort-of prequel to To give you what you need, so go give that a read if you like this one<3

Edit: We have a third installment now, Keeping you. There might come more parts to this story later as well ;)

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It was late. Too late. Fuck.

Well it was only about one in the morning, and you had the day off tomorrow, so it wasn’t a problem, really. But you were planning on getting up early to catch the sunrise out on the hill, so you brushed your teeth and your hair rather rushed in order to get to bed as quickly as possible.

You were just about to turn the lights off in the hallway before slipping into your bedroom, when a quiet sound came from your front door. A knock, you realized with a flash of nerves as you glanced at the clock again. Oh no, that could not be good.

You wanted to ignore it, but a second later, it came again, louder this time, a fist hard against the wood. You jumped at the sudden force of it. You didn’t know anyone who’d come banging on your door this late. Not without messaging first. Maybe not even then would they bang loud enough on your door for your neighbor to hear it.

A weird sense of embarrassment filled you as you wondered what your neighbor might think of the noise coming from your door. Your feet carried you over to stop the noise before you’d thought it through, and you unlocked and cracked the door slightly open.

The door was pushed inwards immediately and you stumbled back as the force of it, completely unable to stop the intruder barging in. You made an alarmed noise of complaint before a hand clutched your shoulder, and your eyes met the stare of the most piercing, blue eyes you’d ever seen. He was inches away, his breath labored as the onslaught of smoke and earthly cedar filled your nose.

“Please,” the stranger said, soft voice a stark contrast to his forceful actions, “I need help, and I need shelter. I’m a secret agent, and I need a place to hide for the night. To get this cleaned, if anything,” he said, jostling his shoulder slightly and wincing from it.

You looked down at his shoulder, then further down his arm and finally at the hand clutching your shoulder. It was gushing red from blood, quickly staining your shirt and making you queasy. Looking back up, you noticed a red and dirty cut above his brow, the skin of his cheekbone scratched and bloodied, caked in mud as well. His short cut hair was messy and blond under a layer of dust and dirt.

“Please, miss, I wouldn’t come barging in like this if it wasn’t entirely necessary. Yours was the first home I came upon with lights still lit,” he continued after a beat and you felt unfathomably sorry for him in that moment. You nodded and he let go of your shoulder, sighing in relief.

“Of course. Kitchen’s this way, I have a small medical kit there, it’s all I have,” you said, gesturing dumbly towards the kitchen as your mind still reeled with the adrenaline of this total stranger inside your home, no matter how polite he was and how extraordinary the situation seemed. Surely anybody would help a bloody stranger on their doorstep. It was your duty, right?

“I’m sure it’ll do fine. Thank you,” he said with a smile.

He gestured for you to lead on, and followed behind you. As he straightened to follow, you took note of his attire. Black suit of some kind, seemed like a thick fabric with a heap of clasps and pockets all over. And across the chest, silver stripes and a bright, silver star in the middle. Seemed like something a cosplayer would wear, you thought quietly to yourself. Certainly not something you’d seen anyone wear before.

“Sit there,” you told him, pointing to one of the chairs at the table in your humble kitchen. You fished out the small medical kit from under the sink, dusting it off and remembering this was the first time you’d needed it in the five years since you’d bought it.

Making your way to the table, you noted how your hands shook slightly.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, why did he have to come to your house. You were never good with blood, or stressful situations - or people.

It didn’t make it better that you could feel his eyes on you as you started to unpack the med kit, taking out the scissors, cotton balls, gauze and disinfectant. Looking up, you saw you were right. The stranger was regarding you silently, watching you with a carefully neutral gaze. He seemed calm like a windless sky, and the churning inside you worsened at that for some reason.

“Ehm, maybe you should..um, take of your..top or whatever, and…” you stumbled awkwardly, pointing stupidly to his shoulder where you saw the rift in the fabric, the fabric glistening wet with blood in the low light.

“Right,” he said, smiling a bit again as he started unfastening visible and invisible straps around his shoulder and chest, soon peeling the fabric back with a grunt. He pulled the top part of his suit off until his entire upper body was uncovered. You hadn’t expected to react to his naked skin at all, but you found yourself a little flushed at it. The downright massive muscles of his arms and the definition of his chest told you whatever he did, he needed to be fit. But this was not the moment to be distracted by a half naked man in your apartment. Not when the skin on the left side of his chest and arm was painted a light red hue in blood. What looked like a nasty gash tore diagonally from the top of his shoulder down half-way across his left pec. You heaved a breath as your stomach flipped.

“That looks really bad,” you whispered, not able to tear your eyes away from the wound.

“Actually, it’s pretty clean. Shouldn’t take long to heal,” he said, and you had to look up to check if he was kidding or not. He was looking at the wound with what seemed like mild professional interest at best. It didn’t look like he was kidding. He looked up to meet your eyes, and his glinted with something at catching your gaze. You couldn’t help your intuition telling you something about that was off. But what?

“Oh,” you simply said, not having any experience with wounds to argue with.

You awkwardly neared him and gave him a piece of cotton to do whatever he deemed appropriate with. He took it, smiled at you again and started wiping around the wound.

“Do you have some water?” he asked after a moment.

You nodded, practically sprinting to the sink to get some distance between yourself and the blood. Coming back with a bowl of water, you sat awkwardly across from him as he went about cleaning his wound, passing on more cotton and wet tissues as he asked for them, watching with that sort of masochism that made people enjoy horror stories.

“I’m Steve, by the way. Steve Rogers,” he said.

Names. You hadn’t given your names until then.

“Y/n,” you said back, trying to smile politely and not being entirely convinced by yourself.

“Who gave you that, anyway?” you followed up with, trying to gloss over not giving him your last name. Not that it would keep you anonymous in any way. He knew where you lived, for christ’s sake.

“Some lunatic with a sword,” he snorted, a small laughter lacking any humor leaving his mouth.

You fell silent after that. His gaze met yours from time to time, and they seemed so calm, almost dreamy as they lingered on yours. It was like he wasn’t wounded at all, and you two had known each other for years. It made your skin prickle slightly, catching him looking at you almost like a lover would.

“Could you help me wrap the gauze?” he asked, breaking you out of your thoughts. You immediately got up to comply, jittery with pent up energy. It made you mourn slightly how late the hour had gotten. You probably wouldn’t be able to sleep after this anyways.

You moved closer to him to start wrapping the gauze around his shoulder, under his armpit and across his chest and back. The cedar scent from before enveloped you again, but it was much more heady this time, dominating in a way scents rarely were to you. It made you almost embarrassed to smell, it was so…close.

Everything was close now, too close. You bent forward to reach around his obscenely broad chest to pass the bundle of gaze from one hand to the other, and your lips almost touched the skin of his neck, his own breath tickling the hair behind your ears. You could swear he turned his face slightly towards yours as you leaned back, and you were so close. So very close, too close for comfort, and you swallowed thickly, revealingly, before dropping your eyes.

You fastened the gauze with a safety pin and leaned back, finally feeling like you could breathe again. He didn’t let you keep your reprieve for long, though. He gestured towards his face and gave you a sheepish smile.

He hissed as you first dabbed the cotton ball to the cut above his brow.

“Would you mind? It’s kinda tricky doing it right when I can’t, ya’know, see my face,” he said. Your first thought was to fetch a mirror. You could hold a mirror and then he could clean his own wounds. But that was stupid. Get it together, y/n, you can clean this poor, injured strangers cuts without having a panic attack.

“Um, sure,” you hesitantly agreed. Unelegantly, you poured some disinfectant on a cotton ball. The cuts didn’t look like they needed much more than a cleaning, just getting the dirt out. You tried leaning over the table, but couldn’t quite reach. Getting on your feet, you made your way around the table. You deliberately stepped on the side of him rather than in between his legs, which he had widened slightly at your approach. You tried not to linger on that move, the invitation in it, the intimacy, failing as the warmth of his skin seemed to bleed across the small distance and into your body.

“Sorry,” you mumbled, sizzling with anxiety.

“No, it’s fine, please continue,” he said. He closed his eyes as you kept going.

You quickly swabbed at the cut, cleaning the dust and dirt away, trying not to let the skin of your fingertips come into contact with the skin on his face. It seemed imminently important to not make skin og skin contact with him, and you couldn’t quite understand why.

But then you needed to reach the scratched up patch on the opposite cheekbone, and you swallowed thickly as you reached across, face moving even closer to his.

Too close.

This scratch needed less cleaning, no deep breach of skin, and you hopefully looked forward to the moment you could retreat across the table.

But then his eyes opened and your gaze drew to meet his. You looked into each others eyes for a long moment, and then your eyes flicked down to his mouth before you had a chance to control it. His lips were in a neutral line, but there was a tiny amount of saliva shining on the bottom lip, like he had been biting it. Looking back up, his eyes were steady as they reconnected with yours, watching.

Shit.

“Thank you. You did really well,” he said, his voice low, rumbling, and the words made you shiver despite yourself. Shit. You desperately hoped it hadn’t showed, cheeks heating up, and the silence droned on for another, painfully long moment.

You straightened, joints stiff, and fled across the table to sit again.

“Well, that’s it,” you said pointlessly, trying to fill the air with something other than the thick tension that had built despite your best efforts. You were uneasy, wanting the stranger to leave without knowing how to ask him. He’d said he needed somewhere to crash the whole night. And you had said ‘of course’. Surely others wouldn’t throw him out at this point?

“I should get out of your hair now,” he said, and relief washed over you. You couldn’t help the following pang of guilt though, at being so relieved this injured stranger would leave you alone after doing nothing more than require your help.

You got up from your seat and made to move out of the kitchen, hoping he would follow you to the front door without any more fuzz - so that you could go to bed and try and forget this whole thing.

You stopped by the portal out to the living room.

“Um, good, I mean, if you're sure, you -”

Turning around, you found yourself suddenly crowded against the wall, Steve standing mere inches away. He was so tall, towering over you in a way that made you instantly shrink in on yourself, reaching back to clutch at the wall you couldn’t move around.

“Um, I…”

“Would you like me to leave?” he asked, hands coming up to lean on the wall on either side of your head. His suit was still half-way off, the naked skin so close it had your own skin crawling.

Too close, too close, too close…

How could you answer that without looking like a heartless asshole?

“I…you said you would,” you said.

“I said ‘I should’. But I think you might want me to stay,” he said, and his smile was almost sly, nothing like those he’d given you earlier.

“I don’t,” you heard yourself whisper, and you were surprised you’d even been able to get the words out. “I don’t,” you repeated, a little louder now. Surely he’d leave now, you’d said you didn’t want him there?

Steve regarded you for a moment, and then leaned in, slowly, until his lips brushed against the sensitive shell of your ear as he spoke.

“We’ll see,” he murmured, the vibrations of his voice rumbling into your body, making electricity zap down your spine along with sudden, white hot panic. For a moment you saw the whole situation as if you stood across the room, and the premonition of danger startled your body into action.

You ducked under his arm and bolted around the corner, efficiently dodging furniture, bounding for the front door. You made it, wrenching it open an inch when a hand behind you reached over your shoulder and easily pushed the door back shut. You wrenched at it, breath hitching as it didn’t move, your strength nothing compared to Steve’s.

No, no, no, no. Why did you open it in the first place? What were you thinking?!

A frustrated whimper left you as you fruitlessly gave the door knob another jam. A moment later you felt warmth enveloping your back as Steve took another step closer, and then his whole body was slowly pressing against yours, trapping you against the door in a hot, tight lock.

“Shh, none of that,” he said low, measured, his voice slow and comforting. His face pushed into the hair at the top of your head and he inhaled, deep and slow. You fought the tremor at him smelling you so unabashedly.

“You’ll do well, won’t you? Be good,” he said. You couldn’t help trembling this time, leaving you mortified at the effect of his words. Those words.

He chuckled lightly into your hair, his other hand coming up to brush it away from your nape. His fingertips grazed your skin and you couldn’t breathe with how much the tingles fuzzed on your skin, like champagne.

No, please…

You bucked back against him, thrashing as you tried to get out of the tight press of his body and the front door. He budged slightly and you made to slip away when one of his hands came up, flipped you around with such force that your shoulder sang out in a jolt of pain as it hit the door, and then his hand, big and warm and calloused, wrapped around your neck.

Your eyes grew wide as you reached up to claw at his hand as it applied pressure, the constriction of your throat making your mind scream in panic. He was killing you. Actually killing you. You would be dead within moments. This was it.

Your eyes met Steve’s, still calm, but shining with intent now, with determination. In the back of your panic stricken mind you noticed how wide his pupils were, how the black seemed to drown the blue of his irises.

A strangled rasp came from your throat as you tried to draw breath, and he eased the pressure, heavenly air, thick and soothing, entering your body.

“None of that,” he repeated. “This will be so much better if you just let it happen.”

“Let what happen?” you asked, and your voice was shaking now, dread slowly replacing panic.

“Me taking what I want,” he answered rather easily. “Which is what I suspect you want too,” he continued, whispering it like a secret, a secret he told on your behalf.

You jolted in his grip, his huge hand like a leash around your throat now, no longer constricting, but keeping you put nonetheless, leaving your body to squirm slightly in place, pressed to the door as you still were.

This was completely insane. He was a stranger. In your home, uninvited in the middle of the night. And now he was either going to either kill you or take what he wanted, which you could imagine what was.

There was something moving in your body now, something other than the panic and dread, some deep tingling awareness you didn’t want to name. Didn’t want to admit to. But it was there, growing under his watchful, knowing gaze, his promise that you would be good. That he would tell you how you could be.

“Is that what you want? For me to take what I want? For you to be a good girl, letting me take it, give it to me like I know you can?” he continued, studying your reaction as he so skillfully pushed your buttons, buttons you couldn’t fathom how he knew about, how he’d discovered. Had you been so revealing?

Your breath hitched and you pressed your thighs together in a subtle effort to relieve some of the tension in your lower body, the restlessness you felt there. His mouth drew up on one side, like a sly fox, letting you know he saw everything.

“Oh, you’ve been neglected. No one’s taken care of you in a long time. Given you what you deserved. Letting you show how good you can be,” he continued, a serious yet comforting tilt to his voice, and it made anticipation grow hot inside you suddenly and violently.

It was true. It had been so long. So long since anyone remotely worth it; anyone who really saw you.

“I can do that. I want to do that. I want you to show me how good you can be, y/n. Show me how well you can take it,” he whispered, stepping nearer again so his breath fanned across your face as he spoke.

The onslaught of his scent, the thick and heady nature of it, drawing you into an embrace, made the air thick with his musky smell. It made you draw a deep inhale, followed by a shaky exhale, something pulsing deep inside you. You were suddenly, painfully aware of your sparse attire, only wearing your long sleeping t-shirt that reached just below your bum, and a pair of panties, floral pattern if you recalled correctly. Your clothes made up practically no barrier at all.

“Do you want that?” he asked, and in the moment he seemed genuine in his inquiry. Like it would actually matter what you answered. Like you had to make the choice.

A flash of fear tore through you, but this time it was from the potential loss of what you now had suspected was inevitable. What if you said no and he went away? Could you risk that when what he’d just said before seemed like the much needed absolution you’d been secretly praying for?

You couldn’t risk it. No matter that you hadn’t wanted it in the first place, had never invited it. That there was still a large part of you howling for your escape, to get away from this dangerous, violent stranger, to not let him take anything.

You gave a tiny nod. A nod so tiny you hoped he would miss it. So tiny that anyone else that might’ve been in the room would miss it. Your admission, your surrender.

Steve noticed, though, of course.

He huffed a small laugh, almost disbelievingly.

“My god,” he whispered, before leaning in.

His lips pressed on yours, and the contact had your whole face flushing suddenly. Whatever you’d expected, a rather soft kiss wasn’t it. Still you couldn’t bring yourself to reciprocate, making you awkwardly still as Steve worked his lips over yours again, vying for entrance. Both his hands came up to cradle your face, thumbs coming down to apply pressure at your chin and jaw. The moment your lips opened from the down push of his fingers, his tongue was in your mouth, hot, heavy and searching. It was too much, too slick.

You reeled back, trying to get your bearings, your mind trying so hard to keep up with everything that was happening. What you had seemingly agreed to, and what you hadn’t. His hands tightened as he held your face more sturdy, and a whimper left you.

“Hmm, maybe I need to train you before I can expect you to be good,” he said musingly to himself. He suddenly flipped you back over, pushing your face into the door with a huge hand at the back of your head.

“You will not refuse me,” he said as his free hand reached down to pull your shirt up over your ass to pool at your waist, the cool night air suddenly biting on your newly exposed skin.

“I will get what I want, whether you give it or not. Though I’d prefer if you gave it,” he said, taking your panties in his fist and janking hard. Your body jolted in pain as the material snapped, leaving you bare for the world.

You heaved for breath, fear and shock and horror pulsing through your veins, along with something else. Something that horrified you even more…anticipation. For his discipline.

Your panties were disregarded somewhere on the floor, and you heard the rustling of fabric behind you. Your body squirmed again, and you were scrambling to keep up, but everything was moving too fast. You’re not ready, he should see that.

“If you don’t give it willingly, this won’t be pleasant for you. And I want it to be. So, so pleasant for you,” he husked in your ear, voice growing hoarse as he stepped closer again, and then his hand was down between your cheeks, seeking out your cunt.

Finding it, he groaned in your ear, a low and rumbling sound, and then there was another pressure there, so intently pushing forward, in.

“No, no, please, wait-” you rushed out on a shaky breath, but it was too late.

He breached, and then his cock was sliding in, slowly, steadily against your barely lubricated walls, making your flesh give way to his want.

Pushing half-way in, he stopped, and the pressure was like nothing you’d felt before, his girth astonishing. You wondered what it looked like for a moment before you could help yourself.

Steve grunted behind you, pulling slightly out, and the drag of his cock inside you had your knees threatening to turn shaky.

The hand not keeping your face pushed against the door, wrapped around your hip and pushed you slightly to tilt your hips backward, and then he slid all the way in, burying to the hilt, making your breath lodge in your throat painfully.

You let out an alarmed sound as you tried to squirm away from the invasion, only managing to massage yourself on his cock. He made an answering hum.

“Oh my god…you feel incredible. Don’t worry, sweets, I’ll make it good for you. But first I need to teach you what happens when you don’t comply,” he rumbled in your ear, pulling back to thrust back in. And then again, and again, and again, and you were heaving for breath against the pain of his cock against your non-wet walls, and the screaming of your nerves at the movement.

He started to pick up a steady rhythm, one hand on your hip to keep your ass canted back, able to receive his whole rod as it speared you, and one on your head, effectively pinning you to the front door as he worked away.

He grew more forceful, pulling almost completely out before pistoning back in, quicker, harder, and your flesh gave more way to it now, pliant for him, surrendering in every way, the slap of his hips against your ass evidence. Small grunts and moans were freely spilling from his mouth, making a tingle inside you grow. You’d never been with someone so vocal, someone so inherently erotic in their responses, so honest and eager in their show of pleasure. The pain was slowly tinged by pleasure, and you wondered just how much of a masochist you secretly were.

The air was growing stuffy with your exertion, with the smell of sweat and musk and sex, and along with the ever dominating smell of Steve’s cedar scent it was intoxicating, making your cheeks heat with how good it smelled, how much you liked it.

You found yourself holding still for him, still for it, wanting the force of it, on the verge of pushing back against it to get more.

“There we are,” he said, and you could hear he was pleased.

Please say it, say the words.

“Finally admitting that you, uhn, want it, huh?” he taunted, his pace growing erratic as he plowed you, the door starting to rattle in front of you by the force.

“Finally letting yourself give in to it, give it to me,” he continued, voice strained. You wondered if he was nearing the edge, something inside you growing frantic at the thought, anticipating his pleasure at you being…being…

“Taking it so well, being so good for it. For me,” he forced out through gritted teeth, and then he thrusted all the way in, moving in a filthy grind, pushing impossibly deeper, crowding you against the door as a down right feral growl left his mouth. His forehead, hot and sweaty, pushed into the crook of your neck, his open mouth warm and wet on the skin there.

Goosebumps rose on the flesh all down your spine, and you shook violently, his words churning inside you, releasing a wave of thick, overwhelming pleasure like white hot lava.

You couldn’t help your moan as his cock pulsed inside you, and you knew he was coming. Coming inside you, deep inside you, giving you his pleasure, giving you his praise.

Your hands braced on the door started to push back, and you squirmed your whole body trying to get more friction, to get more of him, more. You weren’t ready for it to end, and you were desperate for your own release. You could feel it deep in your loins, sparking like electricity through your lower abdomen. A half-moan, half-sob left you.

He kissed the sweat covered nape of your neck, a soothing hum vibrating against the skin there.

“There, there, baby, don’t fret,” he whispered, breath still labored.

He pulled out, his hands leaving your body, and you almost cried out at the loss of it. You started to turn back, searching for it, for something that could get you over the edge.

“No, no, stay like that,” he said warmly before both his hands wrapped around your hips. You turned your head and met his gaze, pupils blown, heavy-lidded, as he got down on his knees. The sigh of relief leaving you as you realized what he was going to do had him huffing a pleased laugh in return.

“Yes, darlin’, that’s exactly right” he said encouragingly, and you couldn’t help the heat tingling your cheeks at it.

A small part of you was embarrassed being so intimately exposed to him, his face right there, seeing everything, smelling everything. But another, larger part of you wanted him there, wanted him closer, wanted him to taste.

He did as you wanted a moment later, leaning forward and letting his tongue tentatively lap at your center as his hands moved down to spread your cheeks wide, exposing you further. Your head hit the door with a soft thunk at the pleasure of his warm, wet tongue on your skin.

He diligently mapped out your cunt with his tongue, and you could feel his cum leaking out of you, onto his tongue and then smearing over your flesh, making you slippery with it, dripping with it. He moaned against your mound and you shivered, the vibrations good, but not enough.

“M-more,” you whispered.

He grunted before pulling away.

“What was that?” he asked, voice rough, but smiling. He was no doubt smiling.

“More, please,” you reiterated, flushing hot with humiliation. Humiliation at being so needy for it, for this stranger that had forced on you what you hadn’t asked for in the first place, and then making you desperate for it.

“Yes,” he hissed.

His hands gave your asscheeks a healthy squeeze before he dove in again, this time lapping more intently on you, locating your clit and sucking it softly into his mouth, making you keen.

One of his thumbs inched inwards and located the furly, tight hole of your ass. You bucked away at the first touch of it, so foreign, so wrong.

He tightened his hold on you, giving a warning noise, muffled where he was burying his face between your legs. You slowly inched back into it, fighting the tremors wrecking your body as his thumb relocated your asshole, lightly stroking around the sensitive skin before prodding softly, tongue still working away at your clit.

A wretched moan left you, and your knees threatened to give out. There was still a small trickle of cum leaking out of you, and all the sensations combined were overwhelming, too much and not enough at the same time, making you scared of how much you needed it.

His mouth left your clit to lick up your crack. He spat on your asshole, and then laughed, intrigued and pleased when you squeaked in surprise. You felt his tongue again, and now it was hot and slippery on your back entrance, laving more spit on it, drenching it around his own thumb.

“Turn around,” he said suddenly, already maneuvering your body around to lean your back against the front door. God, you were still in the fucking hall way.

“Take that off,” he said, and you immediately tore your shirt off, somehow craving the feeling of being exposed for him now.

“Good,” he said as his eyes rowed over your naked body, making you tingle all over again, heat sizzling on your cheeks at the praise both in his voice and his eyes.

He grabbed your leg and draped it over his shoulder, leaning in to lap at your swollen clit again, and you gasped at how it made your nerve endings sing. You wobbled slightly balanced on one leg, and he steadied you with one hand on your leg as your hands scrambled for purchase at his head.

He grunted, and you weaved your fingers into his hair, eliciting another, slightly more fervent grunt.

It was all so good, so mind-numbingly good, making your breath thick with pleasure humming along deep within every muscle in your body. He lapped intently at your clit, building a rhythm, having tingles of pleasure turn into pulses of a building pressure inside you. You were right there, cramming for it, wanting it so bad.

A finger moved back and located your slicked up asshole, and you knew you were going to blow, could feel the edge crumbling.

His finger stroked your entrance, petted it, as his mouth gave off momentarily.

“Look at me. If you don’t want me to stop, keep looking at me,” he said, and he sounded almost as gone as you were.

“Fuck,” you huffed, and he hummed mischieviously before the finger gently stroking your asshole pushed inside, all the way to the second knuckle in one, smooth push. Your huff turned into a whine as your body seized at the intrusion, the muscles of your ass clamping down on his digit in spasms, not knowing how to handle the sensation. Your eyes squeezed close and his finger stilled.

“Ah, ah, ah, what did I just say?” he asked.

You forced your eyes open to meet his again, and was rewarded by a smile, before his mouth returned to your clit. You clutched his hair, moving along with him as he quickly brought you back to the edge.

Your mouth opened on a silent whine as his finger started to steadily move in and out of your ass, and you could feel your cunt leaking your own slick now. You realized every reaction, every sound, every twitch you made was open for him to see now. That he was eagerly drinking every reaction he drew from your body.

He licked at your clit once, twice more and then you came, the edge exploding away. You drew a shuddering breath only for it to force itself out on an almost alarmed sound as your clit pulsed, your cunt clamped around nothing and your asshole spasmed rhythmically around his finger, wave after wave of toe-curling pleasure surging through your body. Your knees gave out, and Steve brought his free hand up to effectively pin you to the door, the leg draped over his shoulder shaking. He moaned as he kept his tongue on your clit, just letting it pulse against it, drawing out your orgasm as you jolted on it, jolted on his finger as it sent electricity up your spine from where it was languidly pushing in and out of you, milking your orgasm out of you.

You collapsed against the door, Steve pulling his finger out to catch you as you slumped down to the floor, aftershocks of the orgasm making you light headed. You had never had an orgasm like that before.

Steve caught you and draped you across his lap, cradling you close. You could feel his half-hard cock against your belly, and some part of you wondered what that might feel like in your ass.

What the hell is wrong with me, you thought helplessly and you stayed pliant in Steve’s arms, still feeling tingly.

“Do you see now, sweetheart, how good it can be when you give in?” he asked, his head dipping to catch your eyes with his. You could do nothing more but nod.

He smiled and kissed you, his tongue invading your mouth. You wondered if you could taste his cum, or if the salty tang was all your own. Steve broke the kiss to look at you again.

“The things I’m gonna do with you,” he mused, almost to himself, and brought a hand up to stroke your cheekbone almost lovingly with his thumb.

Steve was thrusting his cock up into you slowly, steadily, predictably. It was all you needed, overwhelmed, overstimulated and desperate for it, again and again. You were straddling his hips in your bed, arms lax on his chest as he held your face in his hands, studying you as he pumped his cock almost nonchalantly into your dripping, swollen pussy. You keened, not able to keep your eyes open, not able to keep your mouth close, drool dripping from your lip embarrassingly.

“Look at you,” he whispered, reaching up to give your open mouth a sweet, short kiss, almost a peck. You moaned, leaning in to get more, but he drew back, keeping your head in a steady lock. “So drunk off my cock, huh? Feel good?”

You nodded dumbly, feeling too good indeed to do anything but feel the tingle of pleasure in your cheeks, the hum of it on your chest and arms, the pulse of it in your entire lower body, every nerve tuning in to where Steve’s cock was slowly and impeccably pushing the sensations into you, feeling high on it, intoxicated, drunk.

“Good girl.”

A/N: Woooof, I enjoyed this one. Hope you did too ;*

This has turned into a miniseries with part two To give you what you need and part three Keeping you.

/Masterpost/

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gennyanydots · 1 year

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Run Rabbit Run

Soft!Dark Steve Rogers x F!reader

Summary: Part of being an avenger is protecting those who need it. Whether they want protected or not.

Genres, old and new warm up for @the-slumberparty

I got Horror as my genre. Is is true horror? No, not really but I used it as an inspiration and that’s what counts. So gold star for effort. Also first time writing for Steve and Marvel in general so let’s see how that goes.

Warnings: Stalking, kidnapping, swearing, not following canon, violence mentioned without detail, gun/gunshot mentions, Soft!Dark Steve Rogers, Dark!Bucky Barnes, Dark!Natasha Romanov

Masterlist

You know he’s outside again. You can see his shadow on the street from where you’re sitting on your couch. You keep glancing towards the shadow. It’s weird it’s taken him this long. You figured he had been out of town last week but you’d sworn you’d heard him on the fire escape two nights ago. It’s not like him to not be out there sooner. For a stalker he’s pretty routine. Your phone buzzes and you jump, before even looking at it you know it’s him. It’s always him.

You roll your eyes. Fat chance of that ever happening.

You throw your phone across the room and curl into a ball on your couch. You should have listened to your mother and not moved to the city. This was a mistake.

You must have fallen asleep at some point last night since you’re awoken to someone knocking on your door. You rub your eyes and yawn before answering the door.

“You look like shit,” your best friend says as she walks inside your apartment.

“Good morning to you too, I guess,” you mutter and shut the door.

She plops down on your couch and starts playing on her phone, “Did you hear about what the Avengers did last night?”

You shake your head and sit on the other side of the couch, “I literally just woke up. I didn’t even know the Avengers were in town.” Liar.

“Well they’re back in town. There was some whole alien thing I guess last night so they flew in,” she said with a shrug.

What a weird world you lived in when a ‘whole alien thing’ is barely anything to bat an eye at. It seems more common than not lately. For so long the government covered up aliens and now it seems like Earth is a free for all. Thankfully you had Earth’s mightiest heroes to protect you. Even if HE was a part of it.

You knew who he was. Everyone knew who he was. Nobody knew him like you did. You wish with everything in you that you didn’t know him like this. You didn’t want to know him at all.

For a year now he’s been following you. ‘Protecting you’ he tells you sometimes and every time you correct him telling him it’s stalking. There’s not much you can do to stop it. Before you knew who was following you, you tried twice to file police reports. Any time you called to check up on them you were told they didn’t have any record of any report you’d made. That was your first clue that your stalker wasn’t just some guy off the street. He had resources. He had skills.

The second clue and biggest clue was seeing him across the street in full uniform one day. Shield and all. You hadn’t seen him in about a month. Before that it was always casual clothes and a ball cap pulled down over his eyes.

Finding out exactly who he was just upset your further. There’s no one you can turn to. You can’t just file a police report against Captain America. They’d laugh in your face. He knows that too. He knows you can’t do anything about this. It kills you inside to just let it happen but what else can you do? Go to the other Avengers? Either they would laugh at you just like the police would or they’d be too loyal to him to even entertain the idea that Steve Rogers was stalking you. You’re not sure which they’d find less believable: Steve being a stalker or Steve picking you to stalk. It’s not like you’re some super model or actress. You’re just you.

“Hey, you okay?” Your best friend asks nudging you with her foot.

“Huh? Oh, yeah I’m fine. I’m just tired. Didn’t sleep well last night,” you say and give her a weak smile.

“Why don’t you take a nap for a while and then tonight let’s go do something fun?” She offers.

“I don’t know……”

“I do. Go back to bed. I’ll come pick you up at 10,” she says with a grin and hops to her feet. “See you later! Dress pretty!” She kisses your forehead and sees herself out, making sure to lock the door behind her.

Maybe you can convince her you’re sick later and can’t go out. You get up off the couch and grab your phone from where you threw it last night. Thankfully nothing from Steve. You head into your room and shut your blackout curtains before laying down in bed You set an alarm then plug the phone in to charge and roll over.

You can just feel your brain getting a bit fuzzy before you feel your phone vibrate and chirp at you and you roll back over to check it.

You huff.

You drop your phone back down on your bed and close your eyes once again. The cameras have been in your apartment for about 5 months. Well 5 months that you’re aware of. He was going on so many missions that he was getting worried about you. He wasn’t there to protect you and make sure you were okay. The only way he could do that was with the cameras. He’s promised you there aren’t any in your bathroom when you asked. He explained how he really didn’t want to put one in your bedroom for you to have some sense of privacy but he knew he would feel better if he could just check on you when you were sleeping so he ended up putting one in there too. You’ve looked everywhere for the cameras. You have no idea where they are. It’s not like he doesn’t have access to the latest and greatest technology so you’re sure you’ll never actually find them. Sometimes, if you’re being honest with yourself, you don’t exactly mind the cameras. You know someone is checking on you. Checking on your well-being. Kinda like a security system without actually having a security system. Plus if anyone is going to take your safety seriously it’s the crazed man who won’t leave you alone.

You nap for about three hours before you’re awoken to your door slamming. You sit straight up and grab your phone. You hear two voices, neither of which you can place. You take slow deep breaths so the people don’t hear you.

“Is the girl even here?”

“Yes, she hasn’t been seen leaving the apartment and he was watching outside last night so she’s gotta still be here.”

They’re looking for you. Because of him.

Steve has always viewed himself as a romantic at heart but he’s never quite understood woman enough to make a connection with one especially not in this new time he woke up in. He’s tried going on dates but they always seemed to end in disaster or worse the woman only wanted to go out with him because he was Captain America and not Steve Rogers. This time period has taken a lot of time to get used to but it brought him the most important thing, you. He’s always believed in love at first sight and seeing you a year ago confirmed it. You were the love of his life. He knew it. At first he was watching you as a way to get some intel on you so he could ask you out but you slipped away before he had a chance to approach you. The next time he saw you by happenstance he was ready. He borrowed a tracker and slipped it in your bag so he wouldn’t lose you again. He liked being able to track you. It was comforting to know you were safe. It didn’t stop at tracking though. Soon tracking wasn’t enough. He needed to see you. So he went from tracking to following. And soon following to watching. Watching as much as he could. He prefers watching in person if he can but the cameras are fine if he can’t. Watching you calms him. It gives him the strength he needs to continue some days. If he keeps the Earth safe then he’s keeping you safe. Everything he has to do he can finagle it into doing it for you. He’s told you this on a couple occasions. You brush it off. He’ll get you to understand one day. You can’t brush him off forever.

At first you were so scared. His perfect frightened bunny. Its changed into stubbornness. He knows it’ll be worth it. For a whole year Steve knows he’s been whittling away at your resolve. You’re not as scared as you used to be. You snark at him more often than not when you text. You even called him once to explain how much of as asshole he is. He loved all 10 minutes of your rant. He even thanked you for letting him know and told you he would work on it. He loved hearing from you. Any interaction you initiate is his new favorite. Anything to show him you’re not afraid of him and that you accept him as a part of your life. That’s all he wants. Once you accept him it’ll only take a short amount of time before you love him like he loves you. He won’t force it though. He would never force something like this. He’s not a monster. He’s fine with waiting. It’ll be worth it.

It’s worth it just to see you’ve sent him a text. You don’t send him many first. Only a handful of times.

Help? What did you need help with? He’s ready for whatever you need of course, thrilled with this olive branch that you’ve offered to him. He had been in a meeting when you texted him but it was only an hour ago. He checked the camera in your bedroom but you’re still asleep. What could you possibly need help with? Maybe you woke up hungry or something then fell back asleep. He heads to his office to pull up the camera feeds on his laptop to get a better view. He’s sure his text back will wake you up and he loves watching you wake up.

That’s weird. He didn’t hear the text tone. He didn’t even see it light up in the dark of your room. He flips between the different camera feeds of the apartment and stops when he sees something off in a feed. Something that shouldn’t be there. What’s your phone doing laying near your front door?

You always charge your phone when you sleep in bed. Always. So why is it in the living room?

“Friday!” Steve calls.

“Yes, Captain?” The AI responds.

“Is there something wrong with camera 2648?” He asks.

“It seems that camera 2648 is frozen. The last recorded time was at 12:02 PM.”

“Can you restart it?”

“Yes, Captain just one moment.”

Steve watches as the camera goes offline and switches back on. You’re not in bed. You weren’t on any of the other cameras. There wasn’t any noise happening from inside your apartment so you’re not in the bathroom. You wouldn’t have left your phone if you were going out and you definitely wouldn’t have left it there on the floor.

“Friday play back last movement alert from the doorway.”

“Playing back the last movement alert now.”

Steve watched as a black clad figure carried your lifeless body out of your apartment and another figure closed the door after the two of you went into your apartment building hallway. Both figures had hoods up and a strip of cloth hiding the bottom parts of their face.

“Friday! Playback all video with those two in the frame with enhanced audio.”

“Playing back all video.”

Steve listened intently to the two figures not getting much out of their conversation. They didn’t stay long. They first overturned a lot of your apartment. You were going to be so mad when you see the state they left it in. He’s going to have to help you clean up. They spoke about watching the apartment for when you left but they also spoke about waiting for him to watch you. They must have known when they went to take you he would be busy. They must also have known it was you he was watching. How though? While yes he is watching your apartment specifically it’s not like you didn’t have neighbors that he could have been watching instead. He hadn’t been in your apartment recently. Not for at least a month or two.

He watched as both figures went into your bedroom and then came out moments later after he heard some garbled shouting from the bedroom. The one figure was holding you and the other was leading them to the front door. Steve watched as your phone slipped out of your hand onto the carpet, unbeknownst to either figure. You tried to take it with you. You tried to help Steve get to you. He knows your aware of the tracker he put in your phone.

“Good job, bunny,” he murmurs to himself.

His girl isn’t a fighter. You were never going to be able to take on both of those guys. That’s Steve’s job. He’s your protector. He can’t help but feel like he’s doing a shitty job right now. Couldn’t stop his bunny from being taken.

Steve shakes his head. He can’t do anything about that right now. Not what’s important. You’re already gone. He needs to get you back. He takes a deep breath to push down his rising emotions. Those won’t help anything. He needs to think.

“Friday!” He snaps after a moment.

“Yes captain?”

“I need any video on those two leaving the building or when they entered. Anything you can find. Any car they may have used. Which way they were going. Anything,” he says as he stands up.

“Yes sir.”

He heads towards the elevator and takes it to his apartment floor. He goes into his apartment quickly and changes into his uniform. He’s not sure what he’s getting himself into. He knows having backup would be easier. There’s only one person who he’s told about his bunny.

He exits his apartment quickly and heads to the next apartment over and bangs loudly on the door which opens soon after.

“Jesus Stevie, where’s the fire?” His best friend asks.

“She’s gone. Someone took her. I don’t know what to do. I don’t know where she is,” Steve blurts out. Clearly pushing down all his emotions didn’t work as well as he thought.

Bucky pulls Steve into his apartment, shutting the door behind him then leads him to the couch and gently pushes him down onto it and squats in front of him. Bucky knows how to handle Steve when he gets frantic like this.

“From the beginning,” Bucky says gently and nods to him to continue his explanation.

Steve takes a deep breath trying to organize his thoughts. This wasn’t like him. He’s typically much more collected than this but he just can’t. His bunny is somewhere. She isn’t safe. He doesn’t want to think of what they might be doing to her. “Bunny texted me. Which is weird but not unheard of. All it said was “Help”. I texted her back about an hour later because I had that meeting and I was watching the video feed when I did it and it looked off and I was right. The feed was frozen and then I checked the others and found her phone laying by the door. Two people went in at 12:09 and took her. She looked passed out when they carried her out. I hope passed out. The only thing I know about them is they were hired to take her because of me. They made sure to cover their whole bodies so I couldn’t tell anything from the videos except their voices. I have Friday looking for any video feed of them besides my own.”

Bucky nods, “Got it.” He gets up and heads towards his bedroom.

Steve worries his bottom lip. He needs you back.

“Captain,” Friday says pulling him from his thoughts.

“Yes, Friday?”

“I have identified their vehicle and have located it. I have sent the coordinates to your phone.”

Steve closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. Finally. Some good news.

“Thank you, Friday.”

“You’re welcome, Captain.”

Steve pulls out his phone and pulls up the coordinates. It was about a half hour drive.

“Buck!” Steve calls out.

Bucky’s door opens and his head peeks out, “Yeah?”

“We got a location.”

Bucky nods and shuts his door before coming out a moment later. He didn’t dress in his normal avengers uniform, instead choosing to wear his old Winter Soldier uniform.

Steve must have looked at him funny because Bucky said, “They’ll be trying not to shit themselves as the Winter Soldier comes at them.”

Steve regards him for a moment then nods before standing up, “Let’s go.”

Steve led Bucky down to the Avenger’s garage choosing to take one of the field vans. Bucky refused to let Steve drive telling him he needed to come up with a plan on the way, which they discussed as Bucky drove.

They drove slightly past the coordinates which had taken them to what looked like an old abandoned manufacturing building. One floor. That made it easier. They didn’t want to park directly in front of it in case there were people watching for them.

Steve and Bucky finish suiting up in the van and gathered all the supplies they need, including ear pieces to stay in contact with each other.

“You know the plan?” Steve asks while grabbing his ahold.

“Get in. Find your rabbit. Kill everyone,” Bucky says before he puts his face mask on to finish off his uniform.

Steve nods and the two of them head out.

Entering the building hasn’t been hard. Clearly this kidnapping wasn’t well planned. They did find out there were more people than they expected. The two of them took out a three men each before they decided to split up.

Steve went from room to room looking but it was Bucky who found you. Your eyes got big when you saw him. You probably didn’t know what side of this he was on. He touched his ear and said something you couldn’t quite hear then he set down his gun and held his hands up as he approached you just like if he was actually approaching a scared rabbit. You were tied to a chair with a cloth tied in your mouth. Bucky took out his knife and made quick work of setting you free. Once you could use your hands you pulled the cloth from your mouth.

“Thank you,” you said softly to the man. He nodded back to you. He walked back to his gun and picked it up holding it to him in position to shoot if need be then gestures towards the door with his head clearly meaning for you to follow him. You stay as close as you can to him. In the distance you can hear gunshots and you jump. He leads you to a door and you hear a muffled, “Dark blue van. Next parking lot over. Lock the doors.” You nod then hear more gun shots in the distance from somewhere in the building. The man in front of you curses then says, “беги кролик беги” and nods to you before turning and running towards the noise.

You take off in the opposite direction and run straight for the van the second you see it. You fling open the door and get inside before locking it and heading to the back and hiding out of sight. You notice the amount of weapons and gadgets on the walls of the van. Nothing jumps out at you that it belongs to the Avengers but it has to. Steve had to have been the one to find you like you knew he would. You were safe now because of him.

Later, you’re not sure how long later could have been five minutes or an hour you’re not sure, a knocking comes from outside the front door along with someone pulling at the door handle. You quickly swallow down a whimper before you hear, “Bunny? It’s Steve. Open up, doll.”

You were right. Steve came for you. Tears immediately fill your eyes as you get back into the front seat and unlock the doors before opening the side Steve is standing on and throwing yourself into his arms. He wraps his arms around you and holds you close. You feel a kiss on the top of your head as he gently sways the two of you from side to side. Once your sobs quiet down he pulls away slightly to check you over.

“Are you okay, bunny?” He asks looking at your face trying to see if you have and injuries he can see.

You nod and try and pull him back to you, only feeling safe when he’s holding you tight but he doesn’t let you.

He continues looking you over then asks, “Does anything hurt?”

You shake your head, “No, I don’t even really remember much. Just hearing people in my apartment then waking up tied to a chair. Then a man came and cut me loose and took me to the door and told me where the van was and to lock the doors.”

“And you listened so well, rabbit,” the man from earlier says as he walks up to the two of you.

“Yes you did. I’m so proud of you,” Steve says then kisses your forehead.

You smile looking up at Steve. Maybe you judged him too harshly before.

Bucky is the one who drives you all back to your apartment. Steve walks you up as he has a key to get in already. You walk in and look around and sigh seeing the mess. You start to clean and Steve quickly joins in. With the two of you working together it doesn’t take long for everything to be picked up.

“Guess you should be getting ready soon to go out. I’ll just head out then,” Steve says walking towards the door.

“No!” you yell then clear your throat and in a quieter voice say, “No. Umm. Please don’t leave me. I don’t want to be alone. Please. I need you.”

“Whatever you want, Bunny,” Steve says with a smile.

You hold your hand out towards him and he quickly walks to your side and takes it. The two of you settle on the couch together with you snuggled into Steve’s side. He takes out his phone and texts Bucky to let him know he’s staying with you.

Bucky smiles when he sees the text.

“What’s got you so happy?” Natasha asks him.

“The plan worked. She won’t let him leave her side,” he says grinning.

Natasha shrugs, “Told you. A little trauma really brings people together sometimes. Plus we needed that gang gone. It was a win-win.”

Bucky nods, “It really, really was.”

Translation: беги кролик беги - Run rabbit run

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late-to-the-party-81 · 2 years

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Tit for tat

AN: Hey folks - I've moved away from niche content today to re-visit some of our favs - The boys in Conclave. Be good, Bunny!

I’m using dialogue prompts from this post by @nightprompts and they can be found emboldened in the text.

Kinktober 2022 Masterlist

Main Masterlist

Beta’d by @lunarbuck

Dividers by @firefly-graphics, banners and covers by me.

Pairings: Sam x Bucky; Steve x Reader

CW: Voyeurism, JOI, dub con (due to universe), Exhibitionism, explicit sexual content. THIS IS A SOFT!DARK UNIVERSE.

Word count: 1.1k

“They know you’re watching, Bunny.”

You covered your mouth with your hand to muffle your gasp and span around as the voice whispered in your ear.

Steve loomed behind you, his lips curled up in a mirthful smile.

Sam and Bucky were out on the private balcony of the penthouse. You’d noticed them when you had been walking through the apartment and had been going to join them when you saw how close they were. How their fingers were entwined and looking at each other as if the other had hung the moon. You’d felt bad about intruding.

But then they’d started kissing, and it had quickly turned heated between them. You should have moved away, you knew that, but you couldn’t. They were so beautiful together. You’d seen them and Steve together in many of your collective bedroom scenes, and watched Steve and Bucky together. Still, you’d never had the opportunity to watch Bucky and Sam from a spectator’s view. It was wrong. It was hot.

And then Steve caught you...

You ducked your head and tried to glide around him.

“I should…umm…go.”

“And deprive them of their rapt audience?” He grabbed your wrist firmly and drew you back to stand in front of him, your back pressed to his front, where you’d been before he’d surprised you.

Bucky was lying on one of the sun loungers, shirtless, with his legs spread so that Sam could lie between them. He was cupping Sam’s cheeks, kissing him like the world was ending, as Sam tangled his dexterous fingers in Bucky’s shoulder-length chestnut hair. They didn’t look like they knew anyone was watching, but you didn’t doubt Steve’s statement.

“It’s okay to watch. Okay to enjoy it. If they wanted privacy, they would have ensured they had it. Remember, we’re all together, and it’s natural to get pleasure from seeing your lover get pleasure.”

Steve’s voice was low in your ear, his other hand splayed across your lower stomach, pressing you into him. A couple of his fingers were under the fabric of your robe, his fingertips like hot brands on your skin. He gently brought your hand down to just under his.

“Touch yourself, bunny.”

His voice and the sight of the other two in front of you created an erotic tableau, one that was hard to resist. Unable to take your eyes off Sam and Bucky, who had now shucked their pants and were groping each other through their underwear, your fingers slid deftly through your folds. You were slicker than you had imagined. The glide, the way your finger brushed over your clit, made you moan and your eyes flutter.

“Gently circle your clit. That’s it. Like the way Sam’s teasing Bucky’s nipple with his tongue. Imagine it’s Sam’s tongue on your greedy pussy, teasing you.”

Bucky’s back was arched where he lay on the lounger. Sam was indeed playing with the assassin’s chest, the dark nipples standing to attention under his ministrations. He’d also pulled Bucky’s cock out of his briefs and was slowly jacking it. You moaned as you saw a bead of precum form and roll down his thick shaft. Steve’s hand flexed on your stomach, and you could feel his erection digging into your buttocks.

“Now, slide one of those fingers of yours inside…”

You did as he said as you watched Sam slowly move down Bucky’s body, maintaining eye contact while his lover rambled in Russian. You gasped as you watched Sam take Bucky in his mouth just as you pushed your finger as deep inside you as you could manage. The heel of your palm brushed against your clit, and you shuddered.

“Add another, Bunny, then pump them slowly, in time with Sam…”

Your breathing picked up as you watched Sam turning Bucky into a quivering wreck beneath him. You could see him cupping and rolling Bucky’s balls as he swallowed down as much of his cock as he could manage. When Bucky started to rub and pluck at his own nipples, Steve silently moved your free hand to your own breasts, drawing your robe apart so that practically all of your front was now on display. You didn’t notice, and even if you had, you probably wouldn’t have cared.

“Are you curling those fingers, sweetheart? Find that sweet spot of yours. I think Sam is doing that to Bucky now, as well.”

Bucky’s thighs were twitching, and you couldn’t see Sam’s hand any longer, so you thought that Steve was probably right.

“Keep that rhythm. I want you to cum when Buck does….” He leant down, his lips trailing over your neck, the slight tickling burn of his facial hair setting your nerve endings alight. And the way Bucky and Sam were moving and moaning…

Bucky’s eyelashes kissed his cheeks, and the veins in his neck and right arm were prominent against his pale skin as he climbed toward his release. Then there was Sam. Sam who seemed to be making it his mission to give Bucky the sloppiest and noisiest blowjob ever. Every time he bobbed his head, he left Bucky’s cock slick with drool. His saliva also covered his hand and Bucky’s pale thighs. He was also groaning and gagging. You could swear he was actually rolling his hips against the lounger, using the friction to get himself off.

“Bucky’s almost there, Bunny. Are you ready? Are you going to come with him?”

His hand covered yours where you were fingering yourself, so big that he pressed your hand firmer onto your clit as well as increasing the pressure on your abdomen. Small whimpers left your mouth, your head rolling back against Steve’s shoulder as you prepared to let go.

“О, бля!”

Your eyes shot open at Bucky’s yell, which was followed by a groan from Sam as he swallowed down Bucky’s cum. Some leaked out of the corner of his mouth, rolling down his chin…

You cried out, only remaining upright because Steve was holding you.

“There you go, sweetheart.”

He scooped you up and started walking. It took you a few breaths to realise he wasn’t taking you to your bedroom but out onto the patio before settling down on the second lounger with you, turning you to face him. He pressed kisses to your lips, your jaw, your neck, in just the way he knew got you going.

“Steve? What are you doing? Wouldn’t you like to go somewhere a little more private?”

“Well, Bunny, as we watched Buck and Sam, it seems only fair they get to watch us…”

You looked over your shoulder and saw a pair of matching grins aimed at you as the two men sat side by side, fisting their cocks…

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navybrat817 · 5 months

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Will we see more Steve Rogers from you? 🥺

Yes, nonnie! I'm working on a soft!dark Steve inspired by an ask @stargazingfangirl18 sent. I also need to do his tattoo artist and motocross intros. Maybe revisit our lumberjack when there's time. Hope you lovelies enjoy. ❤️

Love and thanks. ❤️

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biteofcherry · 10 months

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A little slice of something sweet&spicy for @alexakeyloveloki on her bithday! 🍰🎉💗

A follow-up to Cherry

soft!dark enforcer Steve Rogers x female reader

warnings: soft!dark Steve; hints of power imbalance; hint of innocence/corruption kink; hint of breeding kink; explicit se*ual situations;

You swallowed nervously as you walked up to the door of an expensive-looking house in the hills. The gate was wide open, two dark cars parked in the driveway. There was no sign of Steve's camaro, but maybe it was hidden in the huge garage in the separate building you passed.

The house looked like a renovated mid-century style and though you couldn't see it, you suspected there was a big swimming pool in the backyard.

The thought of which instantly created an image of Steve emerging from it - water dripping down his sculpted body, shimmering on the colorful ink of his tattoos.

You still haven't seen them, only the glimpse of those stretching up to his wrists and over his neck.

Jesus, you closed your eyes, once again feeling a wave of shame wash over you.

You met Steve two days ago. He was a complete stranger, with an aura of darkness that should make you run away.

Instead, you flew to him like a moth to a flame.

You allowed him to consume you the very first time you met him; hell, you were still trembling at the memory of the way he fucked you in his car, then right outside your apartment.

It could be just an adventure. A crazy one time thing you can brag about to your friends, for once having something really spicy to talk of.

But you kept the little piece of paper with Steve's address and dolled yourself up to meet him on the day he asked you.

Though the voice of reason yelled at you to at least have some doubts, you didn't hesitate for a single second as you put on a cute summer dress, a pair of bow sandals, and pink panties that already had a little wet spot, because you couldn't help thinking about what Steve was going to do to you on your date.

Nothing happened for a long moment after you rang the doorbell, your nervousness heightening in fear of being ignored. But then the door opened and you lifted up your gaze to look at a tall, bulky blonde man in what could be only described as surfer's style attire.

His long, wavy hair matched that vibe as well.

"Well, hello there." He grinned. "Whatever you're selling, I'm buying two of it."

A small laugh escaped your lips, which seemed to make the huge hunk's smile widen.

"I'm- um, I'm supposed to meet Steve," you explained, clenching your fingers tighter around your purse.

"Ah, the five o'clock meeting he wouldn't disclose the details of. Come on in." The guy moved aside to let you pass. "He's finishing a previous meeting, but I'm sure he'll be happy to know you're already waiting."

He led you through the sunny house to an ajar door, through which you could hear scraps of conversation.

Steve's voice you recognized right away.

He spoke firmer than when he was talking to you, giving clipped commands and harsh critique. You'd never want him to use that tone with you.

"Your next meeting is here." Surfer guy simply walked inside the office.

He moved to take a seat in one of the chairs, while you stood there in the open door like a deer caught in headlights.

You felt like that, too.

Because the moment you stepped in the doorway of the office, your eyes landed right on Steve.

He was sitting behind a desk, his dark green shirt unbuttoned halfway and the sleeves rolled up. More tattoos were on display, as well a tiny glint of a golden chain around his neck.

His blue eyes zeroed in on you; his gaze moved up your body slowly, taking every inch as if he was already imagining every single detail of what he was going to do to you and how will you look taking it all.

Then his attention shifted to a group of men sprawled on a couch on the side of the office.

"Your incompetence made me late for my date." He said to them and there wasn't even a slightest hint of playfulness to his tone.

He made it sound as if they did a severe offence to him and he was a step away from making them pay for it.

You had no idea what line of work Steve dabbed in, but it sounded like a serious business with dire consequences. Now you felt like you were an intruder who should leave, or else Steve's annoyance will shift to you.

However, when Steve's eyes returned to you, the steely glint in them morphed into softness.

"Come here, Cherry," he slid his chair back and motioned for you to walk over to him.

Your heartrate quickened as you felt eyes on you when you fully stepped inside. You tried not to glance at any of the other men in the room, instead allowing Steve to hold your gaze and lure you into his flame.

You let out a surprised gasp when Steve pulled you into his lap the moment you rounded the desk.

One of your hands touched his chest as you braced yourself at the sudden change in position. Steve's skin was warm beneath your fingers, dark blonde curls of his chest hair tickling your palm slightly.

You quickly moved your hand away, embarrassed that you touched him so openly while strangers were watching.

Steve didn't seem to mind it. He took your hand and lifted it to his lips to brush a soft kiss on your knuckles. Then he placed your hand back on his chest, while his own landed on your thigh.

Unabashedly high, almost slipping beneath your sundress.

"You're exactly on time, Cherry. You really are a good girl, aren't you?" He mused quietly, squeezing your flesh.

"Yes, Steve," your gaze dropped down and you tucked in your chin.

Steve studied you for a moment longer then turned his attention back to the others in the room.

"You have your orders and you better follow them exactly." Cold edge of his voice made you want to bury your face in the crook of his neck to avoid his wrath.

"Thor, make sure they make no mistakes this time. Now leave. All of you."

You didn't lift your head even after you heard the last footsteps fading away, your gaze lingering on the twirls of ink on Steve's chest as your own heart hammered in your ribcage.

You were acutely aware there was just the two of you now left. And as much as it was what you wanted, your nervousness bloomed.

Steve cupped your chin and made you look up at him.

"I'm sorry for running late on our date, Cherry. I promise that what I have planned should make it up to you."

"But-" suddenly his charming smile twisted into a hungry smirk as both of his hands slid to your hips- "those imbeciles have worked me up and I need to take the edge off before we leave."

In a swift single move he hoisted you up onto his desk.

"With how stiff and shy you are on me now, I think you need to get off, too."

He spread your legs apart - not that you put up much of a fight - and moved his chair closer.

Steve flipped the skirt of your dress up and traced his fingers across the pink cotton of your panties. He pressed his thumb against your clit, right above a small wet spot of your arousal.

"I see you're eager for our date," he chuckled, rubbing your clit harder and watching the wet stain spread.

Your hands clenched on the edge of the desk when Steve pulled the fabric of your panties aside and inched his mouth closer.

"I bet you're sweet all over, sweet Cherry."

He took a taste with a swipe of his tongue, licking between your slick folds and flicking the tip over your clit.

Your hips bucked and your head fell back when he repeated the motion, this time in three rapid strokes. Then his mouth descended on you, biting into your pussy as if it was a juicy fruit.

You weren't sure if you came when his tongue flicked between your opening and your anus, or when Steve's mouth closed around your clit and sucked. Or maybe it was two orgasms melting into one.

Your eyelids were clenched shut and your head swimming when his fingers curled around the front of your neck. With a hand around your throat, Steve pushed you back until you lied down on the desk fully, while he stood up.

A clink of a buckle being undone reached your mushy brain and your eyes fluttered open. Just to see Steve pushing his zipper down.

His cock sprang free; big and thick and veiny.

Your cunt clenched, hungry to feel the stretch of him leave you sore again.

Steve pumped himself a few times before inching forward between your splayed thighs.

"W-wait," your hand reached up as last, barely functioning brain cells reminded you of something important.

Steve paused, as you asked, squeezing his shaft tighter. The sight of it made you drool, your thoughts threatening to melt away. But you managed to stay focused for a second longer.

"Condom. Do you have- can you put one on?" You asked, looking up at Steve with uncertainty.

You wanted him to use one, but you weren't sure if you'd really be able to stop it all if he refused to. You wanted him inside of you too much.

"Condom?" Steve quirked a brow in surprise, studying you.

"Yes, please. I'm not on birth control," you admitted, gulping nervously.

Steve's blue eyes darkened as your words sank in. He stepped closer, bare cock inches from your dripping, unprotected pussy.

"Sweet Cherry, you let me take your pretty, tight pussy raw, even though you could've ended up pregnant?"

His voice was a sinful temptation and his dirty words made your walls clench around nothing.

"Yes," you admitted, ashamed.

"Why, hm?" He resumed slow strokes of his cock as he put his other hand right above your pussy, spreading his fingers wide on your abdomen and dipping his thumb between your folds.

Because I wanted you so bad.

Because I needed you inside me at any cost.

Because I liked that you branded me with your cum.

Because I didn't care what you do to me as long as you kept doing it.

"I don't know." You bit your bottom lip. "I wasn't thinking about the consequences. I wasn't thinking at all. I just- I want to be responsible now."

"What a good, smart girl you are," Steve praised, brushing his thumb along your clit.

He reached into his back pocket and withdrew a short strip of foil packets. He ripped one open and rolled a condom on.

His hand returned to your throat as he pressed the head of his cock against your slick opening.

"We'll be responsible, Cherry," he leaned over you and kissed you softly.

"For now," he added in a dark rasp while thrusting deep into you.

And then he took you, with the same unrelenting force that left you boneless and moaning. Steve praised that you sounded sweet and needy; you thought you sounded more of a whore. You didn't care anyway, because the way he was making you feel was maddening good.

You came around him once, the second climax Steve forced out of you with a hand choking the air out of you and a pinch to your clit.

He finished with a groan; lips parted and face flushed, possessive glint in his eyes as he watched you twitch beneath him.

If he wasn't planning on keeping to his promise and taking you out on a proper, nice date, he wouldn't empty into the condom, but instead withdraw from your sweet cunt and come all over your pretty sundress.

But Steve was a man of his word.

So he tossed the used rubber into the bin, helped you clean yourself up, then readjusted your dress and helped your wobbly legs walk outside.

He could ruin you more when he took you back home later.

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nickfowlerrr · 2 years

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trust me -

chapter one

series masterlist / chapter two

pairing: stucky x curvy!reader (dark!steve/soft!dark steve and bucky/soft!dark bucky)

warnings: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat. smut. non consensual voyeurism. mentions of paranoia and anxiety. light hair pulling. mention of overstimulation. m masturbation. unprotected sex. +18 ONLY. (if i’m missing something important pls let me know!)

words: 5.7k

notes: the smut is atrocious i apologize in advance 💀 i’m really excited for this series - i hope you guys are too! as always, feedback and comments are welcome and appreciated! thank you for reading 🖤

“Steve?” your voice fell into the quiet surrounding you as you called out into the dark, turning to look behind you, though you weren’t sure you wanted to know what may have been waiting. Worry and fear coursing through your veins as you could have sworn you heard footsteps coming up from behind. Panicking internally, you didn’t know if you should freeze or turn back around and run as fast as you could manage. After a second, you found yourself doing neither, instead taking a small step forward, in the direction of the noise you heard, in the opposite direction you had been heading.

Why? You didn’t know. Maybe deep down, you were hoping it was him. To finally put an end to all of this. Maybe you had some sort of death wish.

But no, you weren’t suicidal. A masochist, maybe.

Or maybe you just couldn’t really believe it was him. It couldn’t be. You were so careful.

You had been so careful.

Taking another step, you held your breath as you tried to squint into the darkness. You couldn’t see anything. There was nothing to see. You were alone. Of course you were alone.

You were paranoid as anxiety ate at you. You spun around and continued forward into the pitch black night, only trees surrounding you as you tried to orient yourself in the thick forest you found yourself in. You had made sure not to bring a lot with you. You were armed only with your backpack, the clothes on your back, shoes on your feet, and the biggest jug of water you could find at the house.

You’d removed all devices you had previously had on you, left your tactsuit behind, too. You didn’t know what had trackers and what didn’t. You didn’t know what to trust so you left nearly everything behind.

Did you have any clue where you were going? No. But you knew you had to go somewhere. You had to get out of there. You had to get away from him. From them, you forced yourself to correct the thought.

It had been two weeks since you had been sent on a solo recon mission. It was easy. Simple. Safe. Or it was supposed to be, at least.

It was also highly confidential. Steve had given you specific instructions as to what you could discuss, nearly nothing, and who you could tell about your assignment, essentially no one. It seemed like it was only him and Bucky who were in the loop at the time and though you were iffy on not keying Stark in, Steve assured you it was for the best. That everyone who needed to know would know when the time came.

And he wouldn’t even tell you the whole story. That should have been your sign to know that something was up. The second he called you in, you just knew something was off. He was acting so differently. Everything in you was telling you that something wasn’t right, but you ignored the feeling. You were known to be a bit..overly cautious. It was something you were working on. And of course the one time you decide to ignore your intuition, this would be the situation you find yourself in.

You had arrived at the safe house the night before you were set to head into the small, unsuspecting European town where the supposed “marks” were working. The more you thought on your assignment, the less sense it made. You tried to brush it off, tried convincing yourself it was the lack of information you were given that was making things seem as unclear as they were. And who were you to question the Captain America? You were still fairly new to being in the field, still recovering from your last mission..from the attack. You were in no place to question anything right now, and certainly not from the man who helped save your life mere weeks ago. He trusted you with this assignment and you should be thanking him for getting you back out there, even if this assignment was a little too easy, it was more than you had to do lately. You just had to locate their base, take some pictures, and report back to Steve. It wasn’t complicated, and there was nothing to worry about..

Still, there was a nagging voice in your head and an odd feeling in your gut trying to tell you that something was wrong.

You made yourself a quick dinner with what you had found in the cupboards and the surprisingly well stocked and kept fridge. The house was certainly one of Tony’s better ones. It seemed like more of a vacation home with how nice it was. And though it was certainly in a more desolate, hard to find or access area, it was still gorgeous. You stared out the window while you ate, looking into the trees that surrounded the place. It was dark out. Still, serene. The view was captivating. But out of nowhere, you were taken out of your peaceful state and almost dropped the plate you were holding when you thought you saw someone outside.

It was a blur, but you could have sworn you saw a glimmer of, well you weren’t sure, but you swore you saw something. You were instantly on edge and grabbed your pistol as your eyes scanned all around the outside. You slowly approached the back door and shoved it open before stepping outside and checking the perimeter of the house. The coast was clear and you didn’t see or hear anything other than the insects and birds that were nearby. Walking back inside, you locked the door behind you and proceeded to check every window and the front and side doors to ensure they were locked as well. When you were satisfied, you cleaned up your small mess and decided on a shower to calm your nerves. Shaking your head at yourself, you sent a quick message to Steve to let him know you were at the safe house and would be heading into town the next morning. You threw your phone on the bed and as you pulled your shirt over your head, thought you heard a door squeaking open. As you shifted your feet, you heard the floor squeaking beneath you and chided yourself for being so jumpy for no reason.

You walked to the bathroom and started the water, letting it warm up as you continued to undress. Once you were done stripping, you got in and tried willing yourself to relax.

You were just about finished showering when you heard your phone going off. You finished up quickly, rinsing off and jumped out of the shower to grab it. You weren’t paying much attention to your surroundings and you didn’t see him waiting for you. Even if you had, though, there was no way you would have been able to escape him. He was too fast. Too strong. And he knew your weaknesses better than anyone.

The shriek you let out when his arms wrapped around your vulnerable body from behind you was piercing and utterly useless. Your hands instantly found him as his head fell to your shoulder while he laughed. You heavily exhaled your breath, shakily as you tried to ground yourself. The feeling of warmth and flesh under one hand and hard vibranium plates under the other, paired with the laughter you could recognize anywhere was like a bucket of cold water being thrown on you, but a relief and comfort in the same breath. You elbowed him in the ribs, but it did little to phase him.

“I’m so sorry, baby,” he laughed. “I had to,”

“Yeah, that’s really fuckin’ funny, Bucky,” you bit. “Let go of me, jackass,” you huffed as you tried to struggle out of his arms, still completely naked and your body wet from the shower. He clearly couldn’t have cared less as his hold on you only tightened while you hit at him and he continued to laugh. As angry as you wanted to be, you felt you couldn’t. You hadn’t told him everything about the attack that night. He couldn’t have known how affected you really were by his little scare, how fucked up and unfunny it was to you. You were sure if he had known, he’d never have done it. In fact, you were sure he’d never have let you come out here by yourself in the first place if he knew. That’s part of the reason you had decided not to tell him the whole story. There was no point in worrying him over it.. Steve had said much the same when you were on your way home after it went down.

“Aw, you get scared so easily, don’t you, princess,” he said teasingly, clearly amused with himself.

“Bucky, let me go, seriously! I’m dripping wet,” you complained as you struggled away from him..

“I’m counting on it,” he responded smoothly as he spun you around and shoved you back, causing you to fall onto the bed before he crawled on top of you.

“What the hell are you even doing here? How did you get here?” you asked, annoyed, as you tried to roll out from under him.

“Steve sent me. There’s been a change of plans,” he said nonchalantly as he kept you exactly where he wanted you, eyes hungry as he drank you in and his hands ran up and down your soft skin.

“What change?” you muttered out as you writhed beneath him, his fingers tickling you as he brushed over your sensitive areas knowingly.

“Don’t know. He said he’ll fill us in when he gets here,” he said into your neck in between kisses.

“Wait, he’s coming here, too? That doesn’t seem..like, strange at all to you?” you asked as you again tried to get him off of you.

“I’m not worried,” he said coolly. “All he said was to meet you here, let you know that your assignment and mine are both on hold and that he’ll be here as soon as he can. We just have to stay put and wait. And there are certainly worse orders to follow and worse places to be locked down at. Trust me,” he said as he pulled away from you, only to move back in to kiss you.

“He’s not gonna be here until tomorrow night at the earliest. I can think of a lot of things we can do to kill the time,” he said against your skin. “And I missed you so much, baby,” he murmured.

“Missed you, too, Buck,” you replied weakly. You were tired and honestly still a little upset, maybe shaken was the better word, but you didn’t want to talk about it. Or think about it for that matter. Instead you found yourself pulling him closer to you by his hair. You stared into his eyes, trying to reassure yourself of your safety. You had nothing to worry about, especially not with Bucky here. After a moment, you pulled him into another kiss.

Bucky was back on top of you, letting his hands wander wherever they pleased, taking full advantage of your lack of clothing.

“Buck,” you breathed.

“Hm?” he hummed against your skin. You moved to sit up and he backed off slightly, helping you. You were now propped up against the pillows, making yourself comfortable before you moved to spread your legs around him, putting your entire body on display for him. His eyes glided down your body before they dropped down to your glistening pussy and he groaned at the sight, letting his hands glide down your body until they reached the top of your thick thighs, squeezing the supple flesh of your hips.

“Take your clothes off,” you told him wantingly.

Bucky wasted no time in doing exactly that while you looked on, admiring the flex of his muscles as he removed his clothing. He was right back on you in the blink of an eye, wearing a smirk that could kill.

“Say no more,” he simpered as you laughed before he kissed you once again. Deep and loving and exactly what you needed. He pulled away from you, his blue eyes dark, breathing heavier as he slowly made his way down your body, taking time to lavish kisses and lovebites to every inch of skin he could.

You moaned when he took a nipple in his mouth, suckling on you while his hand played with your other breast, tugging and pulling at your nipple, causing you to wince at his touch. His hands slid down your tummy and returned to your hips, pulling you closer to him before he placed soft kisses all over your stomach, paying special attention to your marks and scars while you let your head fall back and your eyes shut in pleasure, your fingers winding themselves into his hair. He made his way lower until his lips were on your clit, instantly causing you to moan out as he sucked.

His tongue darted out past his lips, licking at you expertly before he moved further down, bringing his left hand to your entrance. Using his thick fingers to rub at you, he smeared your wetness around before he pumped two fingers inside of you.

“You’re so fucking wet, princess,” he admired. “You miss me?” he asked tauntingly.

“Mhm,” you nodded desperately, fingers tugging at his hair, urging him back to where you needed him to be. “So much.”

“Good,” he said before moving his fingers deeper inside of you until you cried out as he was curling against you perfectly. He let you have your way as his soft lips returned to your clit, sucking harsher than he had before, tongue teasing you as he fucked you on his vibranium fingers. You were a mess of moans and whimpers as he played you so easily. You were clenching down on his fingers the closer he brought you to your orgasm, and he had you begging for him to make you come. It wasn’t long after that he had you crying his name and tugging his hair to get him to stop the overstimulation. He pulled away from you, licking his lips as he looked at you like you were an angel sent from heaven above.

“I’ll never get enough of you, you know that?” he said, gently removing his fingers from you and bringing them to his lips, sucking them clean while you stared at him, mouth agape. He leaned back over you and crashed his lips into yours, the taste of yourself on his tongue had you keening as you pulled him closer.

“I love you,” you breathed against his lips.

“I love you more,” he rasped before finding your lips again, his arms wrapping under you, hugging you to him. You could feel his hard length against your thigh, throbbing when you gently nipped at his lip and let your hand wander down his torso softly before your fingers delicately teased his cock. His eyes squeezed shut, his pink lips parting as he let out a sharp exhale, letting you do as you please.

You stroked his cock as you peppered kisses down his throat. Taking your time and relishing the sounds of pleasure spilling from his lips, raining praises down on you and moaning your name. You were smearing his precum around the head of his cock, pumping him faster, when he cursed, sounding like your touch burned him. You couldn’t help your little smirk when he nearly whimpered as you let go of his length.

“Please, baby,” Bucky choked out, looking at you with pleading, ocean blue eyes.

You flipped around, forcing Bucky to do the same so he was against the pillows now and you were above him, eyes locked on his, blue swimming in lust and need, you were sure yours looked much the same. You held his face in your hands, pulling him to you, noses brushing when you kissed him with everything you had to give. Trying to get across how badly you needed him, too. Though his arrival was unexpected to say the least, you couldn’t have been more grateful to have him here.

You always felt safe with him, you knew you were safe with him. And that’s what you needed, after everything. You needed Bucky. You’d spent all of a few hours with him the past week and you didn’t realize how badly you’d been missing him. He finally pulled away from your kiss, his hands finding your face in return, eyes full of concern now as he searched your face.

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” he cooed, voice gentle, wanting to ease you, but commanding enough to get you to meet his gaze.

“Nothing,” you breathed, shaking your head. “Nothing’s wrong. I just- I’ve really missed you,” you deflected. You almost felt bad for not telling him everything, knowing he’d want to know, but you weren’t fully lying to him, either. You really had missed him. “I need you, Bucky.” you mewled, lowering yourself down onto him, grinding your ass against his cock, earning a pained moan from him that turned into a hiss.

“I know, baby. I know,” he told you. “I need you, too,” he panted, moving your hips back so that his cock was better positioned at your entrance. He slid his dick against your pussy, up and down, as his head nudged deliciously at your sensitive clit. You couldn’t help yourself and started moving against him, the friction sending sparks of pleasure through you. You sat higher up, kneeling over him now. You gripped his thick length and positioned him at your slick opening before slowly sliding down on him, moaning out at the instant stretch as Bucky gripped your wide hips, his rough hands moving to knead your ample ass, relishing the feeling of your tight cunt squeezing him.

You began riding his dick, slow and achingly for both of you. You couldn’t get enough of the feeling of him inside of you, the nudging of your clit against him with each grind of your hips. Bucky’s hands moved up to your chest, squeezing your heavy breasts in his hands before he leaned up and buried his face in them, licking and kissing your nipples, being encouraged by the way your walls squeezed him even tighter at the sensation. When he pulled away from your chest, he pulled your face down to his, pulling on your hair to do so. His lips crashed into yours heatedly. He gripped your hips once again, taking control of your motions now, and thrusting up into your tight heat. You cried out at his first few thrusts, the sound muffled by his tongue exploring your mouth. He didn’t let up and you soon found yourself grinding back onto him, meeting his every thrust. His hands slid up your back, holding you while he continued fucking up into you, the sound of your flesh slapping against his with every thrust and your moans and cries mingling with Bucky’s grunts and pants filling the room.

“You’re so fucking good, baby. Such a good girl,” he praised through heavy breaths. “You take my cock so well.”

You mewled again at his words and found yourself on your back in a heartbeat as Bucky flipped you both over again. Your legs instinctivelly wrapped around him as he fucked into you, hitting so deep. You felt near dazed, drunk of the high of him, you swore you could see stars. The glide of his thick cock inside you was overwhelming, bordering on too much to handle. You didn’t think you’d be able to hold your orgasm if you tried. “I’m so close,” you whispered. “Mm, ‘m gonna come, Bucky, I’m gonna come.” you crooned.

“Come for me, princess. Wanna feel you squeeze me, baby. Let go for me,” he coaxed as he rocked his hips against you, the motion stimulating your clit. That was the last little bit you needed to push you over the edge, to let go completely. You came with a shout, crying at the sheer euphoria, legs tightening around him as you did.

The grip you had on his cock had Bucky coming almost immediately after you, which let you know he had been close for a while and fought off his own orgasm to ensure you came first, like he always did. Your pleasure was always his number one priority. He made it well known to you from the very first time you slept together, and every time thereafter.

You felt like you were in heaven, Bucky’s heavy body atop you, your hands running soothingly up and down his back as you both came down from your highs, his head buried in your neck, both of you trying to calm your breathing. After a few minutes of lying there, Bucky tenderly pulled out of you, placing a kiss on your forehead as he got up from the bed and moved into the bathroom. You heard the sink run for a second and Bucky was back before you a moment later. He gently cleaned you up with a damp rag and then himself before he settled back down on the mattress. You smiled lazily at him as he pulled you into his arms. You laughed at nothing, just the feeling of happiness bubbling its way out past your lips as you nuzzled into his chest, his warmth surrounding you as he pulled the comforter around your intertwined bodies.

“That was really good,” you sighed.

“That was amazing,” he grinned in return.

“You’re always amazing,” you told him, looking up to meet his eyes, needing him to know how sincere you were.

“Such a sweet talker,” he laughed at you, causing you to smile in turn. You rested your head against his chest again as his hands now ran soothingly up and down your back.

“I’ve missed this. I feel like we haven’t had any time together lately. I’ve missed just being with you, ya know?” you murmured.

He hummed in response, placing a kiss a top your head.

“I know. I’ve missed it, too. But we’re gonna have time together now. No missions to get in the way, nothing to worry about.”

“Until Steve gets here,” you responded glumly.

“We’ll still have each other when he does,” he reminded you. “It’ll be nice, all of us getting to spend time with each other.” You furrowed your brow as you took in his words..

“Working isn’t really the same thing as spending time together,” you argued.

“No, I just meant, you know none of us have really seen each other much lately..” he tried to explain. You didn’t really get what he was saying, but didn’t want to start an argument over nothing.

“Okay,” you allowed. “I just meant that I miss you. Alone time with you. Just you.”

Bucky looked at you, eyes filled with something akin to guilt. “It’s okay, though. We’re both busy, it’s not like it’s your fault,” you wanted to assure him, ease any sense of guilt he might have had.

He smiled weakly, kissing your forehead again, holding you a little tighter.

“This’ll be good for us,” he whispered into your hair. It was only going to be a day you’d have alone with each other, but you figured he was right, it would be good for you both. Might as well make the most of what time you had together before Steve arrived and you were back to focusing on the mission. Whatever it really was…

The rest of your first night at the safe house was spent entirely wrapped around Bucky. Your cuddling turned into making out that turned into soft cockwarming that inevitably turned into sex, again and again. He showered you with his love and sweet words, drowning you in his affection. Making sure you knew how much he’d missed you. How much he cared for you. You weren’t sure what time it was that you eventually fell asleep, but it was well into the early hours of morning.

Your lack of sleep, however, had no effect on your alarm. It was nearing 8:30 when you begrudgingly forced yourself to get up, prying Bucky’s arms from around you in order to do so. You had showered last night but that clean feeling was long gone now. You knew you smelled like sex and sweat and you were sure the sheets and blankets did, too. You made a mental note to wash them as soon as Bucky got up, figuring he’d sleep for a little while longer. That wasn’t the case, you realized as his hand grabbed yours when you moved to walk away from the bed. You looked back at him and his eyes were still bleary with sleep as he tugged at you.

“Where you going?” he asked, voice thick with sleep.

“To shower,” you said quietly, running your free hand through his messy bed head.

He groaned before he let go of your hand and propped himself up. “I’ll join you.”

An hour later you were toweling off and putting your clothes for the day on as Bucky took the bedding to the washer. The very expensive washer. You made a comment about how upscale this safe house was compared to what you’d had to stay in before, how it seemed more like a vacation home instead. Bucky just let out a light, awkward laugh, “Seems that way.” Weirdly avoiding looking at you as he grabbed the comforter off the floor and went to the laundry room.

You watched him as he left, curious, but choosing to focus on finishing getting ready.

If you let yourself think too long about why you were here in the first place, you started to get a little ancy, bordering on paranoid - like you often did. But knowing that Bucky wasn’t concerned or worried helped quell those feelings. You trusted him and his instincts, so if he didn’t think much of it, you knew it was probably all in your head.

It didn’t take much longer to finish up in the bedroom, and you headed to the kitchen. You walked in on Bucky on the phone, when he saw you he seemed to cut the conversation short with a, “fine, we’ll see you when you get here.”

“Steve?” you asked as you moved further into the room.

“Yeah. He’s gonna be here around eight,” he responded, running a hand through his hair.

“Did he say anything?”

“About what?” he asked, looking at you.

“The mission? Like, what we’re doing out here in the middle of nowhere, not telling anyone what we’re doing or why,” you said, growing agitated at the feeling of being in the dark in regards to whatever was going on.

“Don’t stress, sweetheart. He’s gonna tell us all about it tonight. Let’s make breakfast,” he said, wanting to get your mind off of things.

“That’s another thing,” you started, not wanting to let this go so easily. “This place is fully stocked with perishables, don’t you think that’s odd?”

“Baby, your mission has been planned for two weeks. Steve probably had a contact bring stuff over before you got here so you’d have edible food.”

“But I was only supposed to stay here one night, two tops,” you returned. “There’s enough food to last at least four people for a good week or two.”

“Maybe someone was supposed to be coming in after you. You’re not the only agent in the world, ya know?” he tried to joke, but his brushing off of your thoughts rubbed you the wrong way. You decided to go outside, clear your head hopefully.

“I’m gonna go walk around for a bit,” you said.

Bucky was in front of you in a flash, blocking your way.

“You can’t,” was all he said.Your eyes narrowed as you looked up at him.

“I can’t?” you repeated, growing more annoyed.

“No. I’m sorry, I didn’t wanna worry you, but Steve said we need to lay low. No comings or goings until he’s here.”

“Bucky, what the fuck is going on?” you asked, exasperated.

“We’ll figure it out when Steve gets here, okay? I promise.” He reached out to rub your arm, but you shrugged back, avoiding his touch. Eyes hard as you examined his face intently, your eyes searching his.

“I know you know something, Bucky.” You stated, not an ounce of doubt in your voice.

“Baby, please. Just trust me.” He said, almost pleading, but with the subtle hint of authority his voice naturally held. You swallowed the lump in your throat at that. Willing yourself to calm down. You did trust him. With everything you had, you trusted him.

You stepped closer and took his face in your hands, making direct eye contact, gazing into the deep blues of his eyes, making sure he was fully seeing you and hearing you before you spoke.

“You know I trust you. Please don’t give me a reason not to.”

He was looking right back at you as he nodded his head and you slipped your hands from his face, taking a step back from him. “Okay, then,” you huffed. “Make me pancakes or something.”

His face brightened instantly as he smiled at you, looking relieved. “Your wish is my command,” he replied smoothly.

You tried to let the gnawing feeling that something wasn’t right go, but it was still there in the back of your mind. You cooked and ate with Bucky at your side before you set to wash the dishes as he went back to the laundry room to put the bedding in the dryer.

You met back up in the living room, deciding on a movie to pass the time as you cozied up with him under the throw blanket. The day passed a lot quicker than you had hoped it would, knowing your alone time would come to an end soon. It’s not like you didn’t enjoy being around Steve, you did, you’d just been away from Bucky for so long you wanted to stay in your own little bubble with him for as long as you could. This little glimpse into what domestic life with Bucky would be like made your heart soar and had you looking to the future with brighter eyes than you had before. You made lunch together then cleaned up and found yourselves getting lost in one another again as Bucky had you up against the counter, pushing his weight into you as you kissed each other greedily. He spun you around and bent you over the counter top, slipping his joggers down and your sweats down right after. Your toes were barely touching the floor with each thrust Bucky made into you. Your hips would be sore later from the harsh pounding against the wood, but the pleasure lighting through you had you not caring in the slightest. If you had been paying more attention to your surroundings, if your eyes hadn’t been squeezed shut in ecstasy as Bucky took you from behind, maybe you would have taken notice of the little surveillance camera that was hidden across the room, pointed right at you.

On a quinjet about five hours away, Steve watched as you came undone on Bucky’s cock. He couldn’t resist from pulling himself out of his pants as he looked on, slowly pumping his own stiff cock, desperately wanting to know how it’d feel if it was your hands stroking him, or your mouth sucking him dry, or your cunt wrapped around him as he fucked you. He was cursing and growling as he pumped himself faster and tighter, watching as Bucky carried you to the couch, positioning you perfectly, giving him the best view of you as you and Bucky started round two. He could hear your moans and cries along with Bucky’s panting and dirty talk while he got himself off. As he continued watching Bucky fuck you, he finally let himself go when you came for the third time, Bucky following shortly after. He cursed under his breath, regaining his breathing as he cleaned his mess and zipped his pants back up. Letting out a heavy sigh as he looked on at Bucky kissing you adoringly, you cuddling into him. He couldn’t wait until that was him, too. Until he was there with you, showering you with all the affection he’s had to keep to himself - and Bucky on the rare occasion they had any time alone. When he wasn’t on a mission or training, he was with you. He tried hard not to resent him, he knew it was all part of the plan, but he was having a harder and harder time seeing you two together when he couldn’t have either of you the way he wanted.

He had been waiting so long to finally get you out there. To finally get his share of your affections. The last mission you were on was too close of a call. He almost lost it completely and that would’ve ruined everything. He hadn’t even told Bucky what really went down, just that he couldn’t keep waiting forever. Despite Bucky’s protest, claiming you still needed more time to get introduced to the idea, Steve went ahead with his plan anyway. Bucky might be a little pissed at him for this whole scheme, but it’d work out for all three of you in the end. He was sure of it. He really couldn’t wait any longer. He needed to be there. To be with you. Five hours. Just five more hours.

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darkdarkstucky · 1 year

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𝐄𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝, 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕.

WARNINGS: A/B/O Dynamics, Sexual Themes, Polyandry, M/F/M, Angst, Mentions of violence, Alpha x Omega, Ruts and Heats, Threesomes, Oral (F and M recieving), Eventual Soft!dark themes, Manipulation, Breeding Kink, Graphic depictions of violence, Dark Themes.

PAIRINGS: Steve Rogers x Reader x Clark Kent, Soft!Dark Clark x Reader, Soft!Dark Steve x Reader.

CHAPTERS

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

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haleyhunwritess · 1 year

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Hi sweetie!!! I think I already send my request for drabble in Broken promises AU but I don't know if you received it.

Little reader has been feeling really sick in the past days, but she didn't told her daddies because she doesn't want to worry them. So one morning she feels like she's gonna faint, her daddies tries to give her the breakfast, but she doesn't want to eat so they punish her (I was thinking for spanks and let her lock in her room).

But when they were to check on her, she was in the ground unconscious and with vomit in her room.

Am such a fan of a lot a angst and fluff in the end 🙂🥺☺️

𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐮𝐩

𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 (𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝟳 𝗼𝗳 𝗯𝗿𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗻 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗶𝘀𝗲𝘀)

warnings: soft!dark!stucky x little!reader, dark themes

a/n: hi love!! yes i did get the request you sent, i just didn't have a chance to answer it yet but i decided to have that as the next part for broken promises! i hope you like it <3

Steve walked into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water, when he heard her whining at the table. He just came home after going for a run, which was an hour ago, so he was surprised to see her still at the table with Bucky.

“What’s the matter now?” His tone was harsh, sending shivers down her spine. She hated feeling this way. She wished she could tell them what was wrong but for some reason the words just wouldn't leave her mouth. She only whimpered in response and moved her head in the other direction, letting the spoon of oatmeal hit her cheek once again.

She had been moody and cranky all week. It was confusing to see her act this way. Prior to this week, she'd been trying her best to be good for them. She would also make her bed when she got up. She would try to help Bucky cook dinner sometimes. She would tidy up her room without being told to. She was doing really well. Until she woke up one morning and her throat started to feel a scratchy. She wanted to say something to them but they seemed so busy with work that day, she didn't wanna bother them.

The next day she started to feel even worse. She didn't know how to vocalize how she felt. She wanted to tell them how much her throat hurt, and how her head was spinning. She just couldn't get the words out. Her sickness got worse every day, and so did her behaviour. She was surprised, and a little sad, that they hadn't noticed how sick she was. She wasn't trying to be difficult she just didn't feel well.

“It’s nothing, she’s just being a bit fussy about breakfast that’s all.” Bucky sighed, putting the spoon back in the bowl before handing it over to Steve. He could already hear her whining when he handed the bowl over to Steve.

He knew she didn't want Steve to take over him. Bucky was much more gentle with her than Steve. But she didn't leave him any choice.

“You’ve been nothing but a brat all week," Steve took a seat next to her at the table, then moved her chair closer to him. He picked up the spoon and held up it for her, "You’re gonna eat whatever we made for you or you can have no breakfast at all.”

She quickly turned her head the other way when he tried to force the spoon into her mouth. Steve threw the bowl onto the table, making her flinch. He couldn't take the misbehaviour any longer.

“I guess no breakfast at all it is.” He got up from the table, leaving her alone with Bucky. She could feel the tears already forming in her eyes, as the redness on her cheeks grew even darker. She was embarrassed by her behaviour. She was also starving but she didn't want to eat anything because of how much her throat hurt.

“Just go to your room, doll.” Bucky sighed, getting up from the table as well.

She couldn't hold back the tears any longer, they started rolling down her cheeks as she got up and ran upstairs to her room. She started to feel a bit lightheaded as she entered her room. She decided that maybe some sleep will help her feel better.

Steve and Bucky were still downstairs, trying to figure out why she had been acting this way. She was making good progress before she started misbehaving like before. They were worried that maybe Wanda's 'training' had worn off. Steve was worried that maybe they've been a bit too lenient with her behaviour lately. Instead of giving out harsh punishments, they'd been sending her to her room, taking away her devices, or making her go to bed early. Bucky didn't like punishing her the way they did before. He hated the idea of hurting her. Although he did miss her clinginess and neediness after a punishment.

Steve finally convinced him that maybe using 'the box' this one time would help things go back to the way they were. Bucky was a bit skeptical about the idea however he couldn't help but agree that it was worth a shot. He decided he would let Steve deal with that, because he promised he would never hurt like that ever again. This time he intended to keep that promise. He decided he would be there for her after the punishment. He wanted to be there for the aftercare, showering her with his love. Maybe set up a nice bath for her with sweet vanilla-scented candles that she liked so much.

Steve headed upstairs to her room, not bothering to knock before walking in. He looked around her room and noticed how messy her room was. Her clothes were everywhere, her desk had random papers everywhere, and the arts and crafts kit they'd gotten her was all over the floor. Steve tried his best to contain his anger when he noticed that she was asleep. He was about to leave when he saw one of the paint tubes from the art kit was left open. He couldn't hold back any longer when he saw that red paint dripping onto the rug by her bed.

He walked over to her, roughly gripping onto her arm before forcing her to get up. She quickly woke up, whimpering at his tight grip on her arm. He dragged her over to the rug, pointing at it, without saying a word. At first she was confused why he was this angry, then her eyes widened as she noticed the giant stain on the rug.

“I-I didn’t-n“ She tried to come up with an explanation but her throat hurt so much she couldn't get the words out. Aside from the fact that she was sick, she hadn't had anything to drink in a few hours.

“Is that all you have to say for yourself?” Steve looked unimpressed as she stammered nervously. He shook his head and bent down to pick up the tube to stop it from spilling anymore. He knew he was right, the box was the only way for things to go back to the way they were, “I've had enough of this. Go get the box.”

Her eyes widened as soon as he mentioned the box. She hadn't seen it in a while. Not since she started behaving like a good girl. She may have had little slip ups but she made sure to apologize right away, and they would only give her small punishments that in no way harmed her. They knew how afraid she was of the box. There was not a thing in there that didn't make her shiver in fear.

She immediately stepped back, and started to protest but Steve was having none of it, “That’s enough, little girl. You’re only making this harder on yourself.”

She stood there frozen in fear, knowing what was about to happen. Steve rolled his eyes, walking over to the closet to grab the box himself. He swiftly picked her up with one arm, making her yelp and thrash around in his hold with the little energy she had left.

He threw her onto the bed, before putting the box down on the table next to her bed. He easily ripped off her skirt before flipping her over, and letting her lie on her stomach. She prepared herself for his hand to come smacking down any second, but it never did. Instead, she heard the clink of his belt being removed. Suddenly, she felt the belt snap across her and hit her inner thighs. She tried her best to stay quiet, but the second time the belt snapped against her bottom, she couldn't help but cry at the stinging sensation. She quickly covered her mouth with her hand, knowing Steve liked to stuff her mouth whenever she made any noise during a punishment. Steve smirked at her attempt to remain quiet as the belt snapped against her again. He put the belt down after the third time, and gently removed her panties, before stuffing them in her mouth. She gagged a bit at the sensation, since she was severely dehydrated and starting to feel dizzy once again. He decided to finally open up the box, taking out some of the special toys that he liked to use. She closed her eyes and hoped it would be over soon when she heard the faint buzzing sound coming from the pink object in his hands.

Eventually, Steve that she'd had enough. He picked up the box and put it away before putting his belt back on. He walked over to the door to walk downstairs then noticed her trying to get up, “Don’t come downstairs unless you’re ready to be my good girl again.”

Everything hurt. Every part of her body felt like it was on fire. She spit out the fabric that was still in her mouth, before starting to cough violently. She struggled to get up from her bed, with her head still spinning. She felt like she was about to throw up, but she didn't wanna make a mess in her room again. Especially after how mad Steve had gotten because of the paint mess. She just barely made it to her bathroom before throwing up everything left in her stomach. She weakly reached for the tissues on the counter to wipe her mouth, before falling back asleep on the bathroom floor.

Bucky decided it was a good time to go check up on her, while Steve was in the living room, nursing away a drink after such an intense hour with her.

Bucky entered her room, and walked over to her bed“Baby? Are you asleep?” He was surprised that she wasn't there. He quickly looked around, finding no sign of her, until he realized the bathroom door was open. His face paled when he noticed her passed out on the floor, “Shit, Steve!”

In less than a minute, Steve came running up the stairs,“What happened?”

“I don’t know, I came up here and she was lying down on the floor. I think she got sick or something. What the hell did you do?” Bucky bent down to pick her up from the floor, and brought her over to her bed. He picked up the glass of water on her bedside table, gently splashing her with some of it in an attempt to wake her up.

“I didn’t do this.” Steve mumbled as he sat down next to her, gently shaking her to try to wake her up.

Bucky saw her eyes flickering lightly and he carefully sat her up in his lap, “Hi, sweetheart. Can you open your eyes for me?”

She slowly opened her eyes, rubbing them a bit as the bright light hit them, “There you go, pretty girl. You’re doing great.�� Bucky praised her as he tried to get her to drink some of the water. She tried to refuse but he wouldn't budge. She had a few small sips, and noticed her throat was already starting to feel a bit better. She quickly drank the entire glass before handing it back over to Bucky.

“What happened, sweetheart? Are you feeling sick?” Steve gently rubbed her back, feeling guilty about the way he treated her earlier. He knew he was rough with her but that couldn't have caused this. Right?

She coughed a little before mumbling, "Been feeling sick. Sorry didn't tell you." Her throat still hurt quite a bit so she couldn't talk much but at least she was able to tell them what happened.

Steve and Bucky instantly felt guilty as they realized that she had been sick all this time. Bucky knew there had to be another reason she was behaving this way, it wasn't just to gain attention from them. Steve knew he had messed up. He shouldn't have been so rough with his delicate little girl. He should've known she wasn't trying to be bad. The fact that he'd done that to her while she was already feeling ill made his guilt ten times worse.

Bucky put his arms around tightly, wanting to do nothing but make her feel better. She hissed at the burning sensation from the aftermath of Steve's torment, and he quickly apologized, loosening his grip on her, “Don’t worry, doll. Everything is gonna be alright. We’re gonna take care of you.”

Steve grabbed her hand, bringing it up to his lips to give it a kiss before looking up at her with a sad expression on his face, “Why didn’t you tell us, doll? We could’ve helped you.”

“Didn’t wanna bother…” She mumbled, as she felt her cheeks getting redder at all the attention she was getting.

Bucky kissed the side of her head before turning her to look at him,“You never have to worry about that with us, doll. You’re never a bother. You just get some rest, okay?”

She slowly nodded before looking up at him,“Will you cuddle?…”

“Yes, pretty girl.” He smiled at her and helped her lie down carefully, before getting up to grab the lotion for her.

She looked back at Steve, "You too?"

He smiled at her, laying down next to her, “Of course, sweetheart.” Steve was a little surprised she wanted to be around him even after the way he treated her but he didn't want to bring it up. He quietly promised to make it up to her as soon as she got better.

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One from the naughty list: "I've been watching for so long, I can't wait any longer." Enjoy ^_^

Okay being how much of a smutty mode im in i'll write this.

Steve rogers X reader bestfriend.

Warnings:smut. 18+ please!

Prompt will be in Bold.

Summary: After You catch Steve's eye at a avengers Christmas party you make a move after you two have been flirting on missions so Steve just had to have you all to himself 😈

You walk into the tower in a gold dress with black heels

You look around the room smiling seeing everyone talking and having fun, Tony sees you and says. "Y/n there you are" he hugs you. "glad you came to the party" You smile. "glad to be here tony it looks like a lot of fun"

Steve looks at you across the room but you don't see it so he walks over to you. "Hello doll good to see you"

His eyes scan up and down your body you know he is undressing you in his mind. "Eyes up here Cap" You smile. He says. "ahem sorry you look...amazing" You bite your lip. "Thank you"

Everyone is chatting it up when steve's hand wraps around your slim waist pulling you close to his body. "having fun darling?" You look up at him and smile nodding. "yes captain"

He looks around and says in your ear. "we could have more fun alone if you'd like"

You bite your lip at his words and say. "Lead the way" He takes your hand and slip away from the party.

You two end up in a spare bedroom and steve says as he locks the door. "I've been watching for so long, I can't wait any longer." he presses a kiss on your red lips.

You pull him closer to you. "Steve..." he keeps kissing you as you walk to the bed and fall on it to see Steve undo his tie and discard his jacket then you kick your heels off and steve leans down after he takes his dress shirt off placing a kiss on your neck. "you thought you could tease me in that dress doll hmm?"

You smile. "that's wasn't my intention sir" Steve looks at you and says with a small laugh. "yea right"

He helps out out of the dress and you reach for his belt. "fuck Cap i need you please" Steve says as he runs his hands all over your skin. "take it easy doll....."

he works his dress pants off then your eyes go to his bulge biting your lip he chuckles. "oh daring it's big cus of how turned on i am" He slides his boxers off and says. "ready?" You nod. "and you said i was a tease"

He pushes into you making you jump. "Shit!" He moves slowly. 'Shh i'll be easy on you doll i won't hurt you" You moan. "steve...fas...faster please" He looks at you. "you sure?"

You nod. "don't make me ask twice" He picks up the pace. "fuck doll you feel so good....not going to last" You moan. "hmm steve..."

Steve keeps his pace up and he says. "you going to cum? i can feel you so tight around my cock darling"

You moan telling him yes. "Steve i need to..let..let go please" He says in your ear. "let me cum first ok?" he grunts when he says that cumming in your clit. "oh god"

"He isn't here doll only me..." You cum panting. "ah! fuck steve..." he kisses your face before pulling out of you. "Was i to rough?"

You sit up grabbing your dress and underwear putting them back on. "no you were perfect just like i thought you would be'

Steve grabs his stuff and says as he dresses. "you've thought about us?" You stand up. "is that ok cap?"

he wraps his arms around you giving you a kiss. "yes" he says with his lips on your head. "come on we should get back out there before people come looking for us"

You and steve walk out and get back to the party. With you bright red.

A/n whew this was so hot and thanks for the ask! Reblog and comments help me keep writing. love you all!

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asirensrage · 2 years

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Title: Where All Roads Meet Rating: T Pairing: Steve x OC x Bucky Fandom: MCU/Avengers Warnings: Soft!Dark!Steve. Soft!Dark!Bucky. Technically sortaDark!Tony? Kidnapping. Biting. SoulmateAU (implied). Summary: For most, finding soulmate is impossible. Which is why when soulmates are found, they trump everything - including your emergency contacts and even guardianship. But soulmates reap what they sow. If you're not happy, neither are they. - She doesn't know why they took her off the street, but their first mistake was refusing her coffee.

Notes: Please READ THE WARNINGS. To be honest, this came from a dream about escaping and then going about my day.

She must look a sight. She knows this and yet she’s far too tired and irritated to care. All she wants is a cup of coffee and one of those chocolate croissants she sees behind the glass. Thankfully she managed to hide her debit card. She’s not entirely sure why they didn’t check her socks but whatever, she’s not going to look a gift horse in the mouth. She figures they didn’t expect her to be a threat, especially with the way they pulled her off the street. They were looking for someone to keep. She didn’t bother asking why.

“Are you…okay?” the barista asks. It’s sweet of the girl to ask.

“Yeah, just fell on my way here.” It doesn’t look like the kid believes her but she didn’t lie. She just didn’t completely tell the truth. She fell…out of a window. She also managed to shimmy through a gap that they probably didn’t think she could. She ripped part of her shirt and the tights that they let her keep on.

The kid finally hands over the coffee and she takes a sip, ignoring how it burns just so she can taste it. Sweet relief. She takes the croissant and sits down, facing the door. She’s not close enough to the window that she’ll be easily seen if they walk by. She can’t make it too easy.

She probably should be more concerned about the fact that she was basically stolen by a bunch of heroes but if she’s honest, it felt a bit like a vacation. She didn’t need to worry about work because they had locked her in a room. Sure, her family was probably worried sick but they didn’t talk every day regardless so hopefully there was a bit of time before that. She’s not sure how long it’s been since they found her, since they mentioned giving everything to the world and wanting something in return. Not that she knew why she was apparently part of that plan. She’s seen pictures in the news. They could have whoever they wanted.

She muses on the thought and orders another croissant and coffee once she’s done the first. She should probably eat something more substantial but with what she’s been through, she deserves it. At least in her opinion.

She’s considering what her next step is going to be, when an arm reaches past her heading for the croissant. She turns and bites down, as hard as she can.

“Shit!”

The arm yanks back and she digs in just enough to break skin before she lets go. She turns back to her coffee, grabbing the croissant and taking a bite if only to help wash the taste out of her mouth.

“If you liked it rough, all you had to do was ask.” The person who made the attempt to steal her food moved, lowering themselves into the seat across from her and lounging as though he belonged there.

She stared at Tony Stark. “Aren’t you rich enough to buy your own food?”

“You really put us out for a spin,” he said, ignoring the question. “Rogers demanded I get Friday to look for you. You know, cash would have been a better option if you wanted to stay under the radar.”

She knows. She could have swiped someones wallet, stuck to the side streets and gotten someone to order for her. She doesn’t say that though, sticking to drinking her coffee.

He peers at her over his glasses. “You know I’ve been told people wanted a piece of me but I don’t think they meant it as literally as you did.”

She ignores him. It must grate on his nerves because it’s not long before he’s leaning forward, still staring at her.

“You could have gone anywhere. Gone home, I mean sure, first place they would have looked, but why here?”

“I wanted coffee.” They had refused to give it when she asked. Sticking to water and other healthy alternatives. She was pretty sure it had been drugged but she took what she could and left as soon as she was able. It’s not her fault they weren’t good kidnappers.

He stares at her like he doesn’t understand. “Huh.”

She glances around. People are staring and talking to one another, likely wondering why Tony Stark is sitting across from a woman who looks homeless. Oh the things she could say. She’s pretty sure someone is recording. She waits.

Stark seems to notice the others as he pulls out his phone and starts typing. She’s not sure if he’s contacting the others or disrupting any feeds that showcase them as they are now. She knows she’s not getting out of this, but she didn’t expect to. Not when she knew who had taken her in the first place.

She tunes Stark out as he starts talking. She’s sure she could probably pick apart some of what he says, but they’re in public and despite the image he presents, she’s pretty sure he knows there are things they shouldn’t say…like how they know each other. Sort of. She’s never actually met Tony Stark before this moment. She can’t say that she missed much.

A hand touches her shoulder and she looks just enough to see that Captain America has joined them. He leans down and kisses her cheek. She doesn’t lean into it but she also doesn’t recoil and she sees his pleased smile at that.

“Here you are,” he says. “We’ve been looking for you, sweetheart.”

She stares at him, a little amused at the slight frustration she hears in his voice. She wonders how long it would have taken them if she didn’t use her card.

A chair scraps forward and she feels her chair shift, just enough so that there’s one on each side of her. She’s being blocked in and she has no doubt there are others. Not like she could get away from the two supersoldiers guarding her. Not like this. James Barnes sits on one side, silent but present and carefully watching the other patrons of the place. Steve sits on the other, turned slightly so he can face her. He looks as though he’s going to try and give her his patented disappointed look that she’s seen on youtube videos. The ones they showed teenagers in school.

“Gotta watch this hellcat,” Stark says. “Already took a bite out of me.” He shows them his arm which she notices still has her teeth marks. She tries not to look too pleased at that.

“Shouldn’t touch things that aren’t yours,” she says.

The men all look at her in surprise. She hasn’t said much through the whole experience, preferring to watch, listen and wait.

“Tony…” she hears Rogers say. “You touched her.”

Stark somehow looks like he lounges further into the chair. She’s tempted to nudge it. See if he falls off. “Please, I’m innocent. I went for the food, not the girl. ‘Sides, Pepper would kill me.”

It’s interesting, she notes, that he’s afraid of Pepper for touching her but not for being a part of this thing. He’s not worried about helping them.

Rogers turns back to her, glancing over her as she sips at her coffee. She’s going to push this as far as she can, make sure she can at least enjoy this cup if it’ll be her last.

“Why did you leave?”

“Why did you kidnap me?”

“We didn’t-” she pins him with a look, cutting him off. Rogers takes a deep breath as they both ignore the amused billionaire across from them. “It was explained.”

“I didn’t listen,” she says. “I left because I was refused coffee.”

“You didn’t go home?” Barnes asks quietly.

“I wanted coffee,” she repeats.

“You boys caught yourself an addict,” Stark says.

She remains silent. Even as Barnes puts his arm on the back of her chair. She can feel the heat of it. At least it isn’t the metal one. She’s not sure how that would work against hair and she has no desire to test it out and end up with a bald patch.

“Sweetheart,” Rogers says. “You can’t just–”

“Do you know my name?” she cuts him off as she asks.

“Know you–of course we know your name.” He gives it with ease, as though he’s said it a thousand times before despite her hearing it from him now for the first time. It answers some of her questions. They know her. She wasn’t a sudden choice, being just unlucky enough to walk by. She was chosen because they know her. She takes another sip of coffee, thinking about that.

Rogers’ knee knocks against hers as it presses closer. She’s more closed in than before, with each man next to her shifting closer. It’s almost as though the walls are pressing in on her. It’s not unexpected though. Not since she was locked in that room.

The soldiers radiate heat. It’s not uncomfortable, at least not yet, but it lulls her into a state of complacency. Or it would if she hadn’t drank two cups of coffee after not having caffeine for how long.

“Well, isn’t this cozy,” Stark says, looking at them. “Who knew your plan would work? I mean she’s not running. I would have expected her to run though. Further than this. Not that it would have mattered.”

“Stark,” Barnes’ voice was hard. “Leave.”

“Alright, Terminator, don’t get your panties in a twist.”

“Tony.” Rogers’ does not sound impressed.

Stark rolls his eyes and gets up. “Sure, only call me when you need to track someone down. You sure you don’t want to chip her?”

“I’m not a dog,” she says, deadpan.

Stark turns to her, looking like he’s about to say something, when Rogers’ stands up. “I’m leaving, I’m leaving.”

She focuses back on her coffee, ignoring the quiet conversation that sounds like threats between the two men standing. Would they let her get another? Maybe a latte? Something with cinnamon….

“How many have you had?”

She looks at Barnes who is staring at her. “Hmm?”

He frowns slightly but nods towards the table. “Just the two?”

She narrowed her eyes back at him. “Three once I get the next one.”

His gaze darts down. “Not four?”

“It’s still early.”

He grins at her and her breath catches. He looks younger when he smiles, more carefree. Even as his arm moves slightly closer to her shoulders. If they were alone, she knows that he would not hesitate to touch her. She’s surprised he’s holding back now. He doesn’t have to. Not with the laws that are in place.

Rogers sits back down next to her. “You scared us, doll.”

“You locked me in a room,” she replies. She doesn’t look at either of them. Instead she looks over the others in the coffee shop. They’re still staring and talking. She wonders if any of them have figured it out yet. Or they think she’s been rescued by them.

“Just for a bit,” Barnes says. “Had to make sure.”

She doesn’t bother responding to that.

“Sweetheart,” Rogers leans in slightly closer. “Come home.”

She needs a shower and she should probably eat something else than just croissants and coffee. Not that she’ll ever admit it out loud.

“We’ll make you coffee.”

She looks at Barnes next to her out of the corner of her eye. “What kind?”

“Whatever you want.”

“Well…” Rogers trailed off as she noticed Barnes look over her head at him. “Only the good stuff. We can steal it from Tony.”

She snorts slightly into her cup. “Can’t fault that,” she murmurs. She sighs slightly and looks at the men she’s stuck between. “You kidnapped me.”

“We did,” Rogers agrees. She looks at him in surprise. She wasn’t expecting him to admit it this quickly. “You know why.”

“Hmm,” she doesn’t admit that. “Do you drink coffee?” she asks, diverting the subject.

“Yeah.”

“How?

“Black,” Rogers says.

“Same here, doll,” Barnes agrees.

“Ugh,” she stands up. They follow until she waves them down. “Wait here. I’m ordering more. If we’re going to do this, we need to expand your horizons.”

She can feel their eyes on her as she orders a couple different drinks, one super sweet just to see their reactions. There’s no way to slip out of here undetected and no use to sound an alarm. So she’ll wait. They might not underestimate her as much, but they’ll get complacent and then she’ll have another chance. If only to keep them on their toes.

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