#dark Captain America

[aphroditelovesu]

can you please write 🦄 for either yan!steve or yan!bucky?

❝🦄❞ - ‘’I... I really can't let you go.’’

❝tw: kidnapping and slight angst.

When Steve found you at home, well, at least he considers it your home, you were lying on the couch, reading a book of your favorite genre. The mere sight of your presence made him smile and he unconsciously moved closer to you.

"Hey, honey." He murmured as he sat down next to you on the couch, close to your feet stretched out and bare beneath the soft fabric. Steve frowned slightly when you didn't respond to him. "Honey? I'm home." He tried again, his voice firmer.

But he got no response.

Steve sighed irritably when he realized what you were doing. The punishment of silence.

Steve ran a hand through his hair, feeling his frustration growing. He knew the punishment of silence was your way of showing that something was wrong, but he couldn't understand what he could have done to deserve it.

Everything he did was for you. Always for you and would always be for you.

He leaned forward, placing his hand gently on your knee. "Honey, please tell me what's going on." He pleaded, concern evident in his voice. "I can't fix what's wrong if you don't tell me."

The book in your hands continued to be your only answer. Steve sighed again, deeper this time, and decided to try a different approach. He got up and went to the kitchen, preparing your favorite drink. Maybe, with a little patience and a gesture of affection, he could break the silence and find out what was going on.

Steve quickly returned to the living room, bringing with him a silver tray with your favorite drink and snacks. He placed it in front of him, on the coffee table. However, you refused to talk to him, or even look at him.

Had he done something wrong?

Steve tried to search his mind for anything he could have done that triggered such a reaction from him, this coldness that hurt him more than anything. He sighed when he finally realized that it may have been the sudden change in your life that caused you to become so cold towards him.

You still hadn't completely gotten used to his presence, to living with him. It had been something sudden when he brought you here, but Steve couldn't leave you alone, not when the world was becoming more and more dangerous. He couldn't even imagine what he would do if something happened to you.

Steve sat next to him again, this time closer. He gently touched your shoulder, trying to get your attention. "I know things changed too quickly." He began, his voice low and full of regret, "I brought you here thinking it would be for the best, but perhaps I didn't consider how much it would affect you."

He took a deep breath, trying to find the right words, "I just wanted to protect you, make sure you were safe. But I understand if you're feeling like you've lost your freedom, your old life. I'm sorry if I was selfish in not realizing it sooner."

Silence still hung between you, but Steve continued, determined to get through to you. "I want you to feel at home here, not like a prisoner. And if there's anything I can do to make this easier for you, please tell me. I'm here to listen."

You finally looked at him and placed the book down in your lap. Your gaze met his and you spoke, your voice loud and clear. "I want to go home. To my real home."

His gaze suddenly hardened and the grip on your shoulders tightened, becoming painful. His voice was low but you could feel the anger, the pain, in them. "No."

Your heart skipped a beat at the sudden change in his behavior. Steve had always been protective, but he had never been so authoritarian. You tried to pull your shoulders away from his grip, but he wouldn’t budge.

"Steve, you're hurting me." You mumbled, trying to keep your voice calm even as fear rose within you.

He took a deep breath, eyes softening a little, but his grip still firm. "Sorry." He murmured, slowly releasing you. "I just... I can't let you go. It's dangerous out there, and I can't risk losing you."

You rubbed your shoulders, feeling relief mixed with growing discomfort. "But I can't live like this, Steve. I need my freedom, my space. I can't be a prisoner. I can't."

He shook his head, visibly struggling with his own emotions. "It's not a prison. It's to protect you. You have to understand that."

Steve grabbed your hands and squeezed them gently, touching you as if you were made of glass, and with any wrong touch, you could fall apart. He rubbed your fingers and replied, "I... I really can't let you go."

His words were painful to hear because you knew he was telling the truth. He would never let you go.

[shadeysprings]

Fabled Memories

—Steve Rogers x F!Reader

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

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

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

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

Your feedback and reblogs are highly appreciated. Support content creators! And of course, I hope you guys enjoy! ❤️

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh—you remembered that?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Number Nine?” You ask in anticipation.

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

“Even the sappy romantic ones?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“But Ca—”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[mrsdarkandyandere7]

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

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

Pairing: Dark Steve Rogers x (female) Reader

▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.

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WARNINGS: Kidnap; Violence; Punishments.

AN: Hope you like this 😊 Please, reblog and give me feedback.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[binkszamsstuff]

Red

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re not leaving me” he stated

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

One year later-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You sobbed harder.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[prettyinpink350]

❄️Candy cane lane❄️

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

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

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

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

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

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

[saiyanprincessswanie]

Sneak Peek - Mine 3

Pairing: Dark!Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 3730

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That’s not what I want…”

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

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

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

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

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

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[abbatoirablaze]

Ex Wive's Club, Chapter 23

Word Count: 1.7k

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

“St-Steve…I need your help in he-“

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

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

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

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

“Cami-“

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

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

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

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

“What would you have me do, Cami?”

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

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

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

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

“I love you, bunny.”

“I love you, Steve…”

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

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

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

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

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

“You live for this?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Steve…”

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

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

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

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

“Oh, only for you, Mrs. Rogers!”

“Is that so?”

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

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

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

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

He frowned when he saw who they were from. 

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

‘You were supposed to be here.’

‘Where are you, Steve?’

‘I need to feel you right now.’

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

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

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

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

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

“Wait, Ste-“

“Bye Cameron!”

“Where is my wife?”

“Steve…so pleasant to see you too!”

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

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

“James…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Andy…you don’t get it…”

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

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

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

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

“Maybe you should, Rogers!”

Chapter 24

Tag List:  @Cjand10, @huntress-artemiss, @lohnes16, @tenaciousperfectionunknown, @teambarnes72, @elbell20-blog, @sebsgirl71479, @prokey16

[queenoftheworldisdead]

What would be a good title for my new WIP?

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Soldier Boy is Captain America's dad. Reader is Cap's wife and dear old dad has a thing for his daughter in-law. Both men are jealous of each other in one way or another and need therapy. Both men don't get along and Reader wants to be free of super heros and their drama.

[rainbowriojose07]

Blue Boys The Hero VS Evilness/Heroes VS Villains

Credit and Collab for DestinyWithLight2000

Okay, Blue Boys was a hero side and evil side. It's Heroes, up against Villains! Let's get to evil characters and good characters in this image poster my favorite, I hope you like it. 💙❤️ Please comment and like on my image, Enjoy! 😉

Characters and OCs:

Destiny and Dreadlock from DestinyWithLight2000

Captain America and Dark Captain America from Marvel

Flik and Evil Flik from A Bugs Life

Goku and Evil Goku from Dragon Ball

Collab link: www.deviantart.com/destinywith… The Hero VS Evilness link: www.deviantart.com/destinywith…

StupidRainbowStarmen / NermanOfAddictsLover

[angellyslion]

Quand un enfant meurt kidnappe en un d'une autre dimension Chapitre 1

Tony Stark, le dirigeant de la terre-2666616, depuis deux ans cherche une manière de ramener son précieux fils à la maison. Son enfant a été leur petit lumière et la personne qui maintenait tout le monde ensemble. Il était leur boussole morale.

La personne la plus douce et gentille qu'il connaît. Il avait un coeur en or. Il l'a trouvé, un soir d'hiver dans la rue. Ses vêtements été abîmé et sale. Il avait des contusions et des cicatrices sur tout son corps . Il l'a ramener à la tour. Bruce l'a examiné et soigné. Ils ont découvert que sa tante était abusive et l'avait mit dehors suite à la mort de son oncle. Sans aucune hésitation, le groupe a adopté l'enfant.

« Boss, nous avons trouvé une dimension compatible ! Dans cet univers, il y a quelques changements. Pour commencer le plus gros changement Peter sera Pénélope. Elle n'a pas de pouvoir et elle sera plus jeune, si les informations son correcte elle aura douze ans. Les Avengers de son monde sont morts ou à la retraite. Ils ne vous empêcheront pas de récupérer l'enfant. Nous ignorons si sa tante l'a traité de la même manière cependant.

- Parfait, sa tante ne sera pas un problème à traiter ! Je vais prévenir les autres de cette avancée ! Tony Stark connu sous le nom de Superior Ironman cconvoque une réunion d'urgence des Avengers.

- Si j'ai rassemblé tout le monde, j'ai une bonne nouvelle ! Vous savez que j'ai essayé de trouver un monde compatible au notre ?

- Oui !

- Mon équipe en a trouvé un. Il y a quelques différences, notamment que dans cet univers Peter n'existe pas mais Pénélope si. Elle sera plus jeune que notre Peter et elle n'aura pas de pouvoir.

- Tu veux remplacer notre enfant ?! Crie Bucky.

- Non, personne ne remplacera Pete. Depuis sa disparition, nous sommes tous misérable. Nous ne passons plus de temps ensemble. Chacun fait ce qu'il veut Et je me suis dis si nous il nous manque un Pete peut-être que là-bas, il y en a un qui a besoin de nous, qui n'a pas ses Avengers qui prennent soins de lui

- Tony a raison. Et si nous accueillons une fille, les choses vont être différentes.

- Stephen serait-il possible que tu modifies la mémoire de tout le monde pour faire croire que nous avons toujours eu une fille depuis que nous l'avons adopté, il y a deux ans ? S'ils remarquent que nous avons un deuxième enfant des questions seront posés et je n'ai pas envie d'expliquer le pourquoi du pourquoi.

- Bien sûr, j'aurai juste besoin de voir à quoi elle ressemble avant de lancer le sort.

- Parfait !

- Nous allons préparer sa chambre aujourd'hui. Et demain un volontaire et moi irons la récupérer.

- Tu veux prendre quelle chambre ?

- Celle qui est à côté de Peter ! Pour l'instant, personne ne touche à la chambre de Pete. Nat et Wanda, je vous confie la tâche de lui acheter des vêtements et ce qu'il faut pour une jeune adolescente de douze ans, bien entendu vous avez un budget ilimité !

- Bien sûr Tony ! Une fois que tout le monde ai vaqué à ses occupations. Tony murmure pour lui-même devant la vue de New-York qui s'étendait devant lui baigné par la lumière du soleil levant.

- Bientôt tout reviendra comme avant. J'ai hâte de te récupérer mon enfant bien-aimé ! Je ne ferai pas les mêmes erreurs deux fois. Je te donnerai le monde sur un plateau d'argent si tu me le demande ! JARVIS !

- Oui Monsieur ?

- Quand Pénélope sera ici, réactive tout les programmes de protection ! J'en rajouterai une fois qu'elle sera installée en fonction de comment elle est et réagi à sa nouvelle vie.

- Bien patron !

- Merci JARVIS.

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Le lendemain matin, Tony et Bucky se tiennent devant le portail en direction de la terre 616.

- Buck prêt à récupérer notre enfant ?

- Oui j'ai hâte de l'avoir dans mes bras !

- Bientôt, très bientôt, elle sera avec nous ! Et cette fois-ci rien ne nous l'enleverra !

Le duo traverse le portail.

Chapitre suivant ->

[juiche]

I wanted to draw the winter soldier for years but never dared to, I thought I’d definitely mess it up. Late to the party as always, but I finally dared to do it 😊

This one is based on a photo that Sebastian Stan took by chance prior to the Civil War film, having no idea what’s about to come :> I thought it’s wonderfully angsty 😌💅

get your own print here ❤️

[mrsdarkandyandere7]

Little Runaway

Pairing: Dark Steve Rogers x (female) Reader

▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.

More at Masterlist

SUMMARY: You try to run away, only to fail. 

WARNINGS: Kidnapping; Implied future Non-con.

AN: Please, reblog and give me feedback.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It’s time for your punishment.” 

[binkszamsstuff]

Kinktober masterlist

All of these are extremely dark! They include non con/dub con and very horrible things mentioned. I do not support any of these things in real life!!! NO ONE UNDER THE AGE OF 18 SHOULD BE PRETAKING IN KINKTOBER!!!!!!

18+ only!!!!!!!!!

Every fic will be posted at 8pm standard Pacific time!!

1. 💀Stalker!bucky x fem!reader- corruption kink, October 1st 2022 at 8pm

2. 💀 Mean!werewolf!Steve Rogers x little red riding hood! fem reader- breeding kink. October 5th 2022 at 8pm

3.💀 Alpha!Steve Rogers x Omega!fem reader- kidnaping, overstimulation kink October 10th 2022 at 8pm

4.💀 Serial Killer!bucky x fem reader- 🐈slapping, nipple clamps, torture basically October 14th 2022 at 8pm

5.💀soft!dark!stucky x fem reader- kidnaping, overstimulation, breeding, wife kink, dom/ sub behavior October 17th 2022 at 8pm

6.💀 Mean!dark!stucky x avenger fem reader- 🐈 slapping, stalking, con non sex tape October 21st 2022 at 8pm

7.💀 Lagoon monster!bucky x fem reader- sex in gross water, stalking, kidnaping October 24th 2022 at 8pm

8.💀 Vampire! Steve Rogers x innocent maid reader- virginity loss, corruption kink, daddy kink, blood sucking October 28th 2022 at 8pm

9.💀 Stucky x fem reader- Adams family au October 31st 2022 at 8pm 🎃 Halloween 🎃

[prettyinpink350]

Clean/is it over now?

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

Can you tell I love Taylor Swift? 🤭

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That's it babygirl, cum for me.”

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

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

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

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

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

“I-i love you, Stevie”

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

[buckys-wintersoldier]

Never say “no” to your husband | Steve Rogers

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 -> Dark!Mob!Husband!Steve Rogers x Wife!Reader

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 -> You say “no” when Steve wants you to warm his cock in front of his men.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 -> 557

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 -> 18+, Minors DNI Smut, dark!Steve, mention of fingering, unprotected p in v, rough sex

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𝐀/𝐍 -> Thank you for sending that Drabble idea. It was funny.

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“Come on. Don’t be like that, honey.”

Steve groans and grasps your hand, stopping you from leaving the room while he turns you around. Your front crashes almost painfully against the hard wall in front of you. You hiss softly, and Steve pushes himself against you, holding you tight between the wall and his body. You can feel his tensing muscles against your back and the way his fingers dig into your skin.

“Stevie, pl-,” you whimper, but you get interrupted by his forward thrusting hips.

Steve's hand snaps to your face, covering your mouth before you can complain or beg even more. He knows that you would try to convince him to let go of you, but he won’t. He is desperate, and he wants you, your tight pussy. He owns his reward; he is the most popular mob boss, so he deserves to be treated like that. He thrusts his hips another time forward, his growing bulge pressing against your ass, and you whine against his hand.

“Told you to be good. Wanted to bury my dick inside of you earlier, but you made a scene. There were just a few of my men. You're a bad girl. You little slut, now I’m gonna fuck you,” he mumbles into your ear before he kisses down your neck.

Steve’s hand, which isn’t covering your mouth, removes your pants, freeing his cock. He moans loudly when he runs his thumb over the tip of his hard cock, smearing the pre-cum all over his dick, and gives himself a few strokes. Your husband loves to have you like that, begging for him to stop, maybe for his cock - depends on his mood. But now he just wants to fuck the attitude out of you, the way you said “no” to him when he told you to warm his dick. You didn’t want to, since he had a meeting with his men. Steve didn’t like to hear a no when it came to things he asked for. Not to mention that he always gets what he wants, as does his sweet little wife, who has to give him whatever he wants.

Steve’s hand lets go of his dick, sliding around your body until he reaches your pussy, moving them through your already wet folds. Steve chuckles, knowing your body exactly and how to touch you to make you drip like that. He rubs your clit, adding more pressure while he listens to the soft, muffled moans that leave your lips.

“Like that, don’t you? Such a pretty little slut for me.”

Before you can protest in any way, he shoves his dick inside of you. Your walls are stretching painfully, but your arousal makes it easy for him to slide balls deep inside of your tight pussy. Steve can’t get enough of it. Can’t get enough of you and your pretty little pussy.

“Don’t try to wiggle out of my grip. We both know you love that, love being fucked like that by your husband,” he groans, starting to thurst in a brutal pace inside of you.

His hand covers your mouth, your screams and moans muffled by it, while his dick stretches you like no one else could. And as much as you hate to admit it, he is able to fuck you whenever and wherever you want.

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Running From A Dream Master List

This series is complete! ✔️

Annalise hasn't had the best life.

She was abused as a child. And her relationships as a teenager and young adult weren't much better. But when she became an adult, she was quickly married, settling for the first man who proposed.

She preferred to live in her fantasy land though...in the land of dreams. Her nightmares were horrible, yes, but it was her shining white knight, a man that saved her, by the name of Steve.

He was a dream in every sense of the word to her. Only...Steve looked a lot like a nightmare, his best friend, Bucky. But Steve didn't complain.

He was a dream, being loved by a dreamer, protecting her from the things that went bump in the night.

But after years of being with her in the dream land, projecting Bucky over himself isn't enough...and he needs her to see him. The real him, before the prince of dreams finds out, and sends them back to get re-molded.

Chapters

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Warnings will not be posted in each chapter. It will contain dark themes like cheating/infidelity, manipulation, jealousy, angst, noncon/dubcon relationships, nightmares, dubcon sex, rape, and murder.

Prequel To Falling For A Nightmare