Dark Steve Rogers - Blog Posts

He spent so much time on them and for me he got lazy

Oh my sweet holy angels...this was something I started after Indigenous day last year (2021) but never got back around to finishing it. I've been having really bad writers block and haven't been able to finish writing the Dark!Thor fic (that I also started back in 2021) yet, but it's like 2/3rds of the way done...a lot has changed since I last posted a fic...for example I recently decided to take a break from school and dropped out of this fall term...I've also been working overtime so yeah...finally had a day off today and I spent it finishing this piece of junk... anyways, hope ya'll enjoy this trash dumped from my overworking brain (๑~๑) I also refuse to proof read...and I will die on this messy anti-beta reading hill (because my eyes hurt and I am too lazy to bother) this is also 8,798 f*cking words..so yeah

-Growing up, you were all alone until you met Steve and you two bonded over being outcasts, but after the serum, you're left all alone again...or are you?

*18+!!!*

WARNING: horrible grammar, NOT edited, bad English (please be nice I know my English is bad, it’s not my first language 🥺) mentioning of unprotected sex (wrap your willy before you get silly), mean and dark Steve, angsty, fat-shaming, ED, pregnancy, noncon, breath play, choking...honestly read at your own risk because I am a warning all on my own

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You had the biggest crush on Steve Rogers, you fell for him the day you met him. The scrawny little boy who stood up for you when a group of kids cornered you and berated you for your weight, acne, and stubby stature. You two would get made fun of, pointed and laughed at whenever you two went out together, so instead you both would meet privately, getting away from your harsh reality to somewhere no one could disrupt you two, your shared safe space. You two began to date secretly, no one knew about you two, not even Bucky knew. When Steve would get set up with another pretty girl that was friends with Bucky's latest flame, you couldn't help but to worry if he'd lose interest in you. Steve would always reassure you that he'd never fancy such shallow women, that he only had eyes for you.

When Steve first told you that he was accepted and would be leaving soon to join the army, you fought every fiber in your body to not break down and beg him to stay, you understood that this was Steve's dream. That was the night you lost your virginity to Steve, holding him close before he would leave you for war. After Steve left you cried as you held onto the shirt he left behind for you, allowing yourself to let go off all the emotions you refused to show to within his presence.

Steve would come and visit whenever he could, whenever he came back, you two would spend most of your time together in bed, wrapped up in the sheets with every inch of your bare bodies touching. After Steve wrote and explained to you that he had received the serum you did your best to not let your fears get the better of you, this was good for Steve, he was healthier, happier, and could now achieve all his dreams with less roadblocks in his way. Steve stopped visiting just before receiving the serum, all you had left of him were his letters, but when those became more and more scarce you had to remind yourself that Steve had more responsibility now that he was the face of America, THE Captain America.

Your parents had sent you to buy things from town for dinner, as you were browsing the store shelves your eye caught a familiar blond man. He must’ve felt you watching him, Steve looked up and it was as if he was a child caught stealing candy. “Doll!” He quickly recovered and suddenly you were engulfed in muscular arms, “Y/n, what are you doing here? I was planning to surprise you.” You couldn’t reply and only stared at Steve with wide eyes, you hadn’t seen him with the serum and felt overwhelmed by his tall and muscular frame, you awkwardly returned his sudden hug.

"What happened to you Stevie? Why are you so..." you paused, your tongue stuck on what words to use that wouldn't be impolite and rude.

"Big? Healthy? Strong? Well it's thanks to the serum doll." Steve smiled down at your with his breath taking boyish smile, the same one that always made you swoon. "I've got something I must tend to, can you meet me at the Wellington Hotel? I am in room 214, be there by 10 sharp." Too stunned to realized what was happening you simply nodded your head as Steve roughly pulled away and left you standing in the aisle with all your questions and words floating in the unspoken air around you. After standing in the aisle like an odd buffoon, you managed to collect yourself and process what had just really happened. As you finished getting what you were instructed to and on your way home, you couldn't help but to wonder why Steve was staying in a hotel and not in his apartment that you helped upkeep for him in his leave, he still paid the rent regularly, you would know because you had just been there not too long ago to dust and care for his things so that they wouldn't ware away with time.

Your eldest brother's fiancé Jenny had asked for your help at the sewing mill, but instead of going you decided to use it as a cover to go meet Steve. You'd already talked to your parents and Jenny about working tonight so they wouldn't question where you were, and with the war becoming so intense they also wouldn't question you about when you'd return. Many people often found themselves working day and night in order to try and do their part for the country. Your father and brothers worked to scrap metal for the war, your mother worked to feed the family on rations, and you worked at the local sewing mill.

You did your best to be discreet in order to not draw any attention when you got to the hotel, it was indecent for an unmarried young woman to be meeting a man in a hotel like this. You carefully knocked on the door of room 214 and twiddled with your fingers nervously, you yelped when the door suddenly opened and you were yanked into the dark the room. "Wha-" Before you could finish speaking, you were silenced by Steve's hand covering your mouth.

"No one saw you coming here did they? You didn't tell anyone you were coming to see me did you?" You pulled Steve's hand away from your mouth and huffed a few breaths of air before replying, "No, it would be indecent, I made sure to be careful." Steve seemed to relaxed and sighed in relief, "Good, I don't want to risk anyone knowing." You wanted to question Steve as to what he meant and why the lights were off in the dark room but before you could ask him he was already pulling at your clothes and kissing your jaw, your mind clouded as you melted like goo in his arms.

You gasped as Steve lifted you and wrapped your legs around his waist, something you two had never done before due to your size differences. He walked you over to the bed and threw you onto it, he open the front of your dress and pushed down your bra as he slid down your body while his mouth bit and sucked its way down from your jaw to your breasts. The room filled with the sounds of your panting and moans of needing more, but Steve didn't seem to make a sound. When you reached up to hold Steve close, he roughly pulled away from your touch and grabbed your wrists, holding them down with one hand as he used his other to bunch up your dress around your hips and ripped your underwear off to place himself at your entrance. You could feel that he still had all his clothes on and had simply taken his cock out of his pants. Without warning Steve shoved himself inside of you, when you opened your mouth to scream from the pain of not being prepared properly Steve slammed his free hand over you mouth, covering your nose as well. As he barbarically pumped in and out of you, he finally began to moan, and instead of your name coming from his lips, Steve repeated another woman's name.

Peggy.

Your tears wouldn't stop as you felt yourself losing consciousness from the lack of air and pain of Steve's brutal thrusts. As you tried to free your hands and shook your head violently side to side in hopes of removing his hand from blocking your airways, you felt yourself becoming more and more tired until everything eventually faded and you lost consciousness.

It was still dark out when you woke up, you found yourself laying sprawled out on the floor in the cold with nothing covering you. Carefully gathering yourself and doing your best to stand on your aching legs as your neither regions screamed in pain, you looked around for Steve and saw him sleeping peacefully on the bed. When you couldn't stand anymore due to the painful aftermath of what Steve did to you, you decided to settle on the edge of the bed, but as soon as you sat Steve suddenly kicked you off onto the floor.

"Get out, people will be waking up soon." You sat stunned, unable to move as you replayed his words in your head over and over again. "Did you not hear me?" Steve got up from the bed and roughly grabbed your arm and dragged you towards the door, "Fix your rags and get out."

"Steve..."You felt as though the air was suddenly as hard as the bricks that made up the walls around you.

"Y/n, I gave you what you wanted, now get out. I will not be repeating myself." Steve's nose flared in anger as he glared into your soul.

"I...I thought you loved me?" Your tears began to fall again, your mind scrambled, unable to understand what was happening.

"Y/n, look at yourself and then look at me. I am every woman and man's dream, why would I be with someone like you? You are fat, your face is covered in acne scars and you are far too short for me. My status is too high to be associated with someone like you. Before the serum I was just as much a loser as you, but now I am the image of perfection, I cannot be with someone who is the definition of 'other'. After I received the serum I came to the realization that we couldn't be together anymore, I've also met someone else...last night was just me making sure that I truly loved her, and it can also be seen as a goodbye to you. I used to feel guilty, but being with you last night made me realize that your body does nothing but disgust me now that I've been with the true love of my life. Now get out before people start waking up, or else I will call for security and tell them that you are a crazy woman who came in here in hopes of harassing Captain America." Steve didn't spare you another look as he opened the door and gestured for your to leave. You quietly gathered yourself and limped out of the room as he shut the door behind you before you could turn around to say goodbye to him.

You limped and made it home before the sun finished rising, you decided to shower and scrubbed yourself clean of evidence from the previous night, hoping to scrub away the pain of Steve's brutal assault and his words with the crusted cum on your legs and breasts. After you finished cleaning off, you decided to sleep in hopes of sleeping away the pain and to avoid seeing your parents in your current mental state. No one disturbed your sleep, thinking that you had spent the whole night at the mill working.

When you finally awoke, you didn't know what to do or think...you seemed to go through the days with little to no emotions, you became quieter and withdrew from everyone around you more and more, feeling disgusted with yourself and replaying Steve's cruel words over and over again in your head, you began to skip meals. When asked about your sudden change, you simply blamed it on the stress of war times and that worked, until you came down with what you thought was a stomach bug that wouldn't leave. But even then you ignored it, even when your clothes started shrinking despite you starving yourself, or when your monthlies never came, you ignored all the signs and evidence of that night until you couldn't anymore. One night after you came home from the mill you found you parents and brothers all sitting in the dining room waiting for you.

"Sit y/n." Your father sat at the head of the table, in this house his word was the law. You sat and looked down at the table, refusing to look up and meet the eyes of your family members or down at your lap that was covered by your growing middle. "William asked Jenny about what happened at the mill four months ago, specifically the night when you limped home and refused to speak to anyone before sleeping the whole day and night away. She said that you never made it to the mill, so tell us y/n, if you did not go to the mill then who did you meet? Because whoever it is, I know that they are the father of that bastard child you are caring." You felt the tears fall one at a time until suddenly, all at once. You finally let yourself go and allowed the sobs to take over your body as everything you'd been ignoring came crushing down on you.

"Oh dear..." your mother came to your side and held you in her arms as your sobs violently shook throughout your body. She carefully wiped away your tears and whispered soft words to you. "What happened dear, tell mom, I won't be mad. Please, you are my only daughter, I've seen how you no longer smile, how you've become withdrawn and dulled."

After a few hiccups, you finally managed to whisper out the words you'd been dreading to face, "I was raped..." As the words left your tongue, your sobs grew louder and you felt your body give out, falling slack into your mother's safe embrace. Your brothers sucked in a breath and your father sat stunned, they seemed to piece together your mother's words and observations with their own experiences with you the last few months and digested it alongside the three horrid words you spoke aloud.

"Y/n..." Your eldest brother William whispered your name and looked at your broken state as the rest his words died before he could speak them. There were always stories of young girls being assaulted, but that was something that only happened to other people...except now it had happened to you, their little sister, and they didn't know what to do or feel.

"Did you see how he looked like?" Your father's voice cracked, betraying him as he tried to hold a strong front at the head of the table. You didn't trust yourself to reply, unable to lie to your family anymore, so instead all you did was cry harder, conflicted with what you were facing. Your mother cried tears of her own as she hushed you like a child and held you closer to her, she looked up at your father with pleading eyes and he understood what she was asking. Even without words, your mother's pained eyes pleaded at your father to not force you to speak and relive the pain you'd experienced that night, and although he wanted to know more in order to try and help you, he complied to your mother's unsaid plea and nodded at your brothers to hold their tongues. "Y/n, you are my only daughter, your mother and I love you very much. But in order to protect you, we must send you away. Your late uncle left your mother his farm, it is far but also close enough that we can come to visit you from time to time...it would be safest and best for you to live there. If you stay here then people will talk, and both you and your child may become endangered due to gossip."

You held your mother tighter, shoving your face further into her chest as you nodded and tried to drown out the sniffling of your brothers silently crying around the family table. The rest of the night was spent packing your things, by morning your things were all loaded into your brother John's work car and everyone waved goodbye to you as your parents drove you away from your childhood home.

When you arrived at the deserted farm your father unloaded the car as your mother helped you clean and unpack some of your things, the drive had taken a full day and night of traveling. You felt guilty and insisted your parents rested a day or two before they returned home, but because of work they ended up only staying that day before starting the drive back.

A month passed and you slowly became accustomed to the house, you worked to sew and fix up old clothes and shoes that Jenny would have William give to John whenever he came by to drop off necessities for you. Your belly grew bigger and it soon became harder to do things around the house, you often found yourself walking around barefoot on the cold hard wooden floors since it had become too hard to bend and put on your socks and shoes. Because John would come to drop off things for you to help patch up, you were able to make a few pennies on the side to prepare for the baby's arrival. You also sent letters home with him and received many from each member of your family, especially your mother.

But John suddenly stopped coming, and then your mother sent a letter through the mail telling you not to try and contact home until John came back. She didn't detail why but you felt that maybe some folks from back home may have started gossiping about your sudden departure, so you respected your mother's wish and stopped writing as instructed and waited for her to write you again or for John to visit and let you know of when this sudden ban would be lifted.

After 2 months of nothing but silence, you became worried. You wanted to return home to see if everything was alright, but now that you were around 6-7 months pregnant, you decided against it and did your best to sit tight in the nearly empty house. You missed seeing your brother, you often found yourself sitting in silence with your ears subconsciously searching for the sound of an old engine, hoping that John would be back to collect the items you'd patched up and with letters from your family with him.

One night while you were upstairs getting ready for bed, your ears caught the sound of an engine. You thought maybe your mind was play tricks, but the sound got closer and before your knew it, your legs began to waddle their way as fast as possible through the house. From the window you could see that there was a vehicle in the front of the house, you were a bit confused at first, you knew what John's work car looked like and it definitely wasn't the one outside, but you chose to ignore the bad feeling at the pit of your stomach after reminding yourself that only your family knew you were out here in the middle of nowhere.

There was a loud knock at the front door and you tried to fasten your pace to go open the door to greet your family after not seeing them for so long. Who you came face to face with stunned you, your instinct kicked in and just as quickly as you'd opened the door, you shut it again and locked it.

"Open the door right now doll, you don't know what I've gone through in order to be here." Steve banged his fist against the door over and over, each one harder than the last, "if you don't open the door then you're gonna regret it. I'm serious y/n, how do you think I found you? I have your family and if you don't open this door then you're never gonna see them ever again." Afraid of what he'd do to your family, you quickly unlocked and opened the door for him.

"What are you doing here?" Your words wavered like your bravery, showcasing your fear.

"Why else would I be here doll, I'm here for you and our child." You stared at Steve and carefully studied his features, he looked older, rougher, his hair was no longer the bright blond it was those months ago, it was now a darker dirty blond. After a while of standing and staring at each other in silence, Steve carefully pushed his way inside. "I know you must have more questions, but I'll explain more inside."

You numbly led him into the living room and stood away from him "Where is my family? What have you done to them?"

"I'll get to that doll, first come here and let me hold you, it's been so long since I've seen you." Steve walked over to you and wrapped his arms around you before you could get away.

"Let me go Steve, tell me where my family is now." You tried to pull away from his embrace but Steve just held you tighter.

"You know y/n, your reaction is a bit different from your family's..did you know I went missing? That I was presumed dead after saving the world by diving myself and a plane loaded with a bomb into ice cold water?" You scrunched your eyebrows together, not understanding anything Steve was saying, he was very clearly alive and in front of you. As if understanding something Steve laughed bitterly as he released you from his embrace and grabbed your upper arms to shake you, "You didn't know? You claim to love me and yet you didn't know that I, the father of your child, died?" He paused to think for a second and scoffed, "Well I guess it does make sense that you wouldn't know, after all, you're out here in the middle of nowhere all alone."

"Steve I don't know what you're talking about or what you want, so please just tell me where my family is and leave me alone." You became more and more frightened by Steve's odd behavior and the crazy things he was saying.

Steve shook his head and looked down at you, "Your family is safe y/n, they put up quite a fight when I came back from the dead to find you. They kept claiming that you'd gotten married and left, but I already knew the truth, I knew that you hadn't left because you got married. I checked for your records when I woke up in the future y/n, couldn't help but wonder what happened to you after I found out that Peggy went off and married, she lived a happy life without me. Should've known that the bitch would move on as easily as she was to fuck. But imagine my surprise and pain when I found out that you'd died in childbirth around 9 to 10 months after we'd spent our last night together?" Steve's hold on you became rougher, he pulled you to him and neared your face, "Imagine that y/n, learning that the one person who ever truly loved me, died trying to give birth my child all alone in a bathtub in the middle of nowhere with no one to be there for her in her last moments. I tried to find your and our child's resting place you know, but everywhere I looked all landed in a dead end, because you two were buried in some unmarked grave on a piece of random land that your parents sold after you died. If your brother hadn't confessed what happened to you on his death bed, then I never would've known about any of this." you gasped in pain as Steve's hold on your upper arms became unbearable, Steve held you closely against him, your bump being squished against his hard body.

Steve seemed to be deep in his own mind when you felt a strong kick from the baby, expressing their displeasure at being woken up from how hard Steve was squishing your bump between you two. Steve's eyes widened and his hold on you softened, he pulled back carefully and looked down at your bump. As if on cue, the baby decided to kick again and Steve saw the way your stomach slightly stretch out where the baby had kicked, he carefully placed his right hand over the spot and felt the baby kick a third time. Steve started crying as he fell to his knees and hugged your waist and rested his head on you stomach.

"I'm so sorry y/n, I never should’ve left you or did what I did to you. But I'm back now, and I can fix things, I swear, I'm not gonna let you and our baby die this time." You tried to pull away from Steve but with every attempted tug, he held on tighter and sobbed harder.

"Steve please get up..." You became more uncomfortable, but no matter how confused or scared you were, you also understood that this wasn't your Steve, this Steve was someone else, someone broken and far more dangerous. You had to be careful not to provoke him. Steve stood and hugged you, he buried his nose in you hair and inhaled the smell of your hair.

"I'm gonna make this right y/n, we're gonna be a happy family. Just like we always used to talk about." You didn't say anything, too afraid of this fragile yet dangerous man...all you did was nod slowly and carefully pulled away from him.

"You seem tired, how about we get some rest and talk more about this in the morning, it's getting very late... I understand what you said, but it's just hard to process... there's a spare room upstairs, you must be tired from driving..." You spoke with a soft tone, careful to not trigger the strange Steve, hoping that he would take this is an act of submission and he wouldn't become aggressive like before.

After leading Steve to the spare room, you returned to your room to sleep. As you were about to fall asleep Steve suddenly barged into your room. You'd debated locking your door earlier but decided against it, too afraid of possibly provoking Steve. Before you could question if he needed anything, Steve walked to your bed and climbed in alongside you and pulled you to his chest, resting his chin on the top of your head. "I can't sleep without you, I need to hold you. After everything I-... I refuse to spend another night without you in my arms." As uncomfortable as you felt, your fear greatly outweighed it, so all you did was nod your head and pat Steve's back in hopes of pleasing the stranger with a familiar face. After some time, you felt Steve's breathing even out and you followed him into your own dreamless sleep.

During the middle of the night you woke up with the intense need to pee, as you were carefully untangling yourself from Steve you accidentally woke him up. "What are you doing?" His rough and booming voice scared you.

"The baby is pressing on my bladder, I have to pee..." he hummed and released you from his hold.

"Hurry back." you nodded and headed to the bathroom out in the hall to do your business. After you finished peeing, you noticed the dry feeling in your throat and decided to get some water from the kitchen. While on your way back upstairs from the kitchen you passed the living room and saw the keys to Steve's car, you looked back and forth between the set of keys and the stairs leading up to where Steve slept, unaware of the idea that popped in your head.

You quietly grabbed the keys, slipping on an old pair of shoes that were too big for your feet, you carefully opened the front door as quietly as you could and walked out into the night towards the car. As you were unlocking the car and getting in to try and adjust the seat you saw the living room lights turn on and the front door swing open. Steve face twisted into the most horrendous look of anger you'd ever seen in your many years of being alive. Panicked, you shoved the keys into the emission and started the car.

"Y/n get the fuck out of the car right now and come here before I break your fucking legs." Steve marched his way towards the car, just as he was about to grab onto the car's doorhandles you stepped on the gas and drove away. As your sped away you heard the Steve growl angrily. You didn't know where to go, but you knew that you had to get away from here and closer to civilization. As you were speeding down the road you caught a glimpse of Steve running alongside the car, afraid you tried to press on the gas but that didn't seem to work. Before you knew it, Steve jumped onto the car and yanked off the passenger door handle, you stepped onto the brakes with full force and threw Steve off the car. The car swerved out of control and fell into a ditch, crawling your way out of the car, you felt your left leg shooting with pain, as you looked down at it you saw your bone sticking out. As you laid panting on the side of the road, you placed your arms around your bump and was thankful to feel the baby kicking away to show their unhappiness at the situation. You turned your head when you heard footsteps approaching you, look at the cut up bare feet and all you felt was despair course its way throughout your being, how had Steve survived?

He didn't say anything as he crouched down and pulled up your nightgown to check your stomach, spreading you legs apart to look between your thighs, "There's no bleeding, that's good, means you didn't hurt our baby pulling that dumb stunt of yours." He roughly grabbed your left leg and looked at the bone sticking out, without another word he grabbed your right leg with both his hands and snapped it at the knee, breaking it too, you screamed from the excruciating pain, "I told you I'd break your legs if you didn't listen. This your own fault doll."

Steve stood up and went to open the trunk of the car, "You know, I wanted to keep my words and let you see your family, to let you say your goodbyes before I returned with you despite my displeasure at them for keeping the both of you away from me for two whole months, but now that you've done this, I won't feel any guilt for refusing you your goodbyes." Steve came back with some weird looking clothes in hand, he first put it on himself before he stripped you and put the clothes on you as well. Steve pulled out some weird devices and scooped you into his arms bridal style before the world around you swirled together into weird shapes and colors, blurring together into muddled nonsense before everything went black.

You woke up feeling completely numb, you couldn't feel your arms or legs. The memories of what happened came crashing all at once, causing you to have a bad headache. As you opened your eyes you tried to ask for help, but instead of words rolling off your tongue, you moaned out unintelligible nonsense, alerting the nurse checking your vitals that you were awake.

"Oh, you're awake, I'll go get Captain Rogers, Mr. Stark, and Dr. Banner." The nurse walked away without further explanation and didn't to try and comfort your very clearly distressed self. Not long after she left, Steve and two strange men came into the room.

"The baby's fine, she's got a few broken bones, but considering that you were the one who deliberately caused one, I'd say there’s really not much to worry about. Just monitor her injuries for infection and try to get her some more nutritious food, the tests came back with some slightly worrisome lack of proper vitamins." The man with glasses explained to Steve with a small smile on his face, acting as if this was all normal and Steve purposely breaking one of your legs was a sort of joke between them.

"I had some people move and set up some things for her at your house. Pepper also had a field day with the baby prep stuff, just like when she went on a spree when we had Morgan." The man who spoke had an arm that didn't look human, he was holding a weird piece of glass in his hands spoke without ever bothering to look up from the weird thing in his hands.

"Thank you both, tell the rest of the team I said thanks to them too, everyone has been so helpful." Steve smiled at the two men and walked up to the side of the bed, he caressed your head and bent down to kiss your forehead.

These people were insane, how could they act as is this was normal. "No need to thank us Steve, you deserve some happiness, we all do...we've all been through so much." A woman with red hair suddenly spoke up from the door, she walked over and hugged Steve. "It's good to see you back, some of us worried when you didn't com back sooner."

"Hey Nat, sorry, got held up dealing with some people when I went back." Steve chuckled and shook his head, they all continued to ignore your presence and spoke amongst themselves before they all eventually excused themselves and went off to do their own thing.

"Well doll, those were some very important people, I'm glad you behaved. Bruce and Dr. Cho both gave the OK so we'll be going home after the ultrasound later." You again tried to say something but nothing came out, only a weak and course croaking sound came out. Steve quickly stepped towards you and carefully helped you drink some lukewarm water that was resting on the table beside you. "Sorry doll, your throat must be so dry."

After drinking some water with Steve's help you took a few deep breaths and looked up at him, "Where are we?" Your words so soft that it could've been mistaken for the wind blowing through the window.

"We're in the compound's hospital suite, after the OBGYN finishes giving one last ultrasound we can head home." Steve smiled down at you with a glint of a crazed look at the back of his eyes. He sat on a chair beside your bed and held your hand in his, he kissed your knuckles, drawing your attention to where he kissed you saw a shiny ring on your ring finger. "After the baby is born and you've completely healed, we can hold a beautiful ceremony. For now just focus on getting better doll." You realized what he meant and scrunch up your face is disgust, how could he expect you to marry him after all that he's done to you.

"I want to go home Steve...please...I'm sorry...please just let me go home..." you didn't know what else to do besides plead for Steve to let you go home.

"I know doll, we'll go home after they check on the baby one last time." He smiled at you reassuringly, clearly not understanding what you meant by home. Before you could correct him and explain, a woman came in with a strange machine contraption, she introduced herself as being a doctor and explained that she was going do something weird so that you could somehow see your baby on the machine, you didn't understand what she was saying but Steve kept nodding and seemed to understand everything. The doctor moved exposed your belly, she placed a weird substance on it and used an odd object to push along and spread the substance around your belly. The machine showed weird shapes as she moved the object around, she smiled and stopped when a big weird shape that looked slightly human-like showed on the machine. She turned and touched some things on the machine before the room was filled with the sound of a loud steady beating.

"That is your baby on the screen and their heartbeat sounds very strong." Steve had tears in his eyes as he held your hand and looked at the shape on the machine, you didn't fully understand, but you did understand that you were looking at your baby and you were hearing their heartbeat. The doctor moved the object and pushed into your stomach slightly as if searching for something and faced to you when she did find whatever it was that she was looking for, "Congratulations, you're having a boy Mr and Mrs. Rogers." she continued explaining more and talked with Steve for a bit, but you drowned out their conversation, all you could focus on was the news she'd given you. When you came back to, the doctor had cleaned everything up and was saying her goodbyes as she left.

Steve carefully helped you put on a loose dress and carried you onto a wheelchair that a nurse had brought in after the doctor left, he wheeled you past strange rooms filled with even stranger things. After placing you in a weird yet comfortable car, Steve drove you through a city covered in large screens that displayed odd images with vibrant colors, people wore weird clothes as he drove past them. Steve did not seem phased at any of this, acting as if this was all normal to him, "I know, it can be overwhelming at first doll, but don't worry too much about getting used to it, we won't be surrounded by all this at the house." You wanted to say something, ask all the questions that tornado'ed around in your mind..but you were left speechless and overwhelmed. As Steve continued to drive, you slowly felt the hum of the car moving lull you to sleep.

"Come on doll, I know you must be so exhausted, but you gotta wake up and eat some food." Steve's soft voice woke you up, this time when you looked around, you saw that you were in a room full of sharp looking objects, there was no warmth around. "I know, everything looks very monochrome and modern, but that's just Tony's style, we can get stuff and decorate the house more to your liking after you get better." Steve carefully helped you sit up on the soft bed and hand fed you food he blew on to chill.

You closed your mouth and turned your head, refusing to eat the weird food that he was trying to feed you. "Steve...where are we...I want to go home, I don't know what’s going on and why you're doing this or what I've done, but please just take me home. I don't know what you want, but I'll try to give it to you...please...just let me go home...I wanna see my family..." you cried as you finally managed to voice your pleas to Steve. He let out a frustrated sigh and placed the food on the table beside the bed.

"Y/n, you are home. I'm doing this for us, I know I hurt you with how I left, but I'm doing my best to make it up to you alright? I travelled through time just to bring you to the future so that we could have the life we always dreamed of. As for your family...that is your own fault, if you'd just listened to me then I would've let you see them and say your goodbyes, but instead you decided to put yourself and our baby in danger. Please stop crying and looking at me as if I'm a monster, I'm doing this for us, for our little family." Steve placed his hand on your bump and caressed it lovingly, "When I first came out of the ice and realized that I'd lost nearly 70 years, I felt lost and broken. Then after I managed to learn and adapt, I looked for answers. When I learned that Peggy had lived happily without me, I felt defeated, I'd saved the country and countless lives, but it cost me my own life and happiness. While I grieved the lost of Peggy, I had a dream of you one night. After that dream I remembered how I'd broken your heart and wondered what'd happened to you, so I searched for answers...at first every lead I had led to a dead end, it was as if you'd disappeared off the face of the earth...that was until I found out that your brother William was still alive, I eventually managed to arrange a visit with him and told him we were old friends in school, that we'd bonded because of our loser statuses and he opened up like red sea did for Moses. He told me about how your parents sent you away to live on a farm all alone after your family had found out you were pregnant after getting raped. He told me about how your brother John always drove back and forth between home and the farm house, how overtime John became frustrated and irritated that he was always the one who had to drive back and forth, he told me about how you would never talk about your rape, how John became suspicious that you knew who it was and was trying to protect their identity. William wept as he told me about how John had refused to come see you after you'd refused to talk to him about who had assaulted you. He barely managed to make out the explanation of how John and him found you dead, covered in your own blood in a cold bathtub, all alone. How John blamed himself for refusing to drive to check up on you, William also detailed to me about how the guilt ate at John until he couldn't live with himself anymore and he took his own life as well.".

Steve reached out for your left hand and played with the shiny ring he'd placed on your finger without your permission, "When I asked where you and our baby was buried, William just stared off and said that he couldn't remember, that your family had buried you in what used to be the garden of flowers before you parents sold the old farm off to a company. When he couldn't grasp why I was so invested in what happened to you, I revealed to him the truth. That I'd been the one who raped you, I told him everything and I watched as your brother died of anger, frustration, and heartache. I could've called for a nurse or doctor, but I didn't I watched him die a slow, pained, and guilt-filled death. What I did to you wasn't right, but how your family casted you away and left you and our unborn child to die alone in a cold bathtub in the middle of nowhere was worst." You trembled and tried to pry your hand away from Steve's hold but he just clicked his tongue and continued to play with your fingers.

"I lived in regret, you'd spent your life loving me...truly loving me, and I'd thrown that away for someone who couldn't even wait a proper mourning period for me...but you, you died trying to bring a piece of me into this world..." Steve was beyond delusion, you hadn't gone through the pregnancy for him. Steve had built this narrative of his own, he believed that you'd died trying to birth a part of him so you could stay close to him, when in reality, it was simply because this was YOUR child who you loved, not because it was Steve's.

Before you could correct him, Steve went on, "When Tony found a way to go back to the past it hadn't even crossed my mind to use it to come back to you, in fact when I saw Peggy again I'd forgotten all about you, the old feelings of what I felt for her came rushing back...when I went back to return the stone to her timeline, I had planned to stay with her, but I saw that she had already moved on and I was beyond furious until I remembered you and our baby..." Steve released your hand and began to caress where your baby was starting to kick, "I came back and explained everything to the team, they all agreed that I deserved my happy ending too, so I traveled to the past one last time, this time it was to bring you two home, to save you two from your untimely deaths."

You didn't know if Steve somehow delusionally believed that his explanation was supposed to woo you, but you did know that it did just the opposite of that. "But your family was so selfish, they'd refused to tell me where you were, and when I'd confessed that I was the father of your child, they refused even more...so I did what I do best, I beat it out of them. It took your family two long months before William cracked after I threatened his precious Jenny. Despite how annoyed I was with them for keeping us apart for even longer, I was still willing to let you say goodbye and see them one last time before I brought you back to the future with me...but then you just had to pull that dumb stunt with the car..." Steve looked up at you and smiled smugly. "Y/n, this is home now. We'll be happy here, you can never leave me, you don't know anything about the future, and I plan to keep it that way. I'll never let you go now that I've finally got you back."

Steve climbed on top of you as he revealed your future to you. You tried to move away from him but stop when he purposely put pressure on your broken legs, "Don't provoke me y/n..." In a swift move, Steve tore off the blanket that separated you from him. Like a crazed animal he ripped off the loose dress you still wore, "God, I wanted to wait until you healed, but it's been so long since I've been in you doll." Steve squeezed your breasts with no remorse, your breasts leaked and squirted milk everywhere. Steve moaned loudly at the sight, he bent down and began to suck on your right nipple, drinking as if he'd been deserted for days without water. Just when you thought he was going to stop after he released your right nipple from his mouth, Steve began to suck and bite your left nipple as well, coaxing your breasts to continue feeding him its nectar.

Steve's hands roamed you body, rubbing their way all over until one of his hands wandered its way between your thighs and found the very sensitive nub you always tried to avoid touching after accidentally brushing over it once when you were showering. You thrashed you body around, trying to remove his hand from it, "Do you know what this is doll?" Steve gripped your hip and forced you still with his left hand as his right thumb rubbed circles around the nub between your thighs, "This is your clit...god you don't even know all the things I'm gonna do to you, if you thought what we used to do as teens was good, then you're gonna die of bliss from what I'll do to you tonight."

You felt your body grow warmer as an unknown feeling bundled at the pit of your stomach near your bladder. Steve continued to rub your 'clit' and ignored your pleas for him to stop, you began panting harder and harder, trying to catch your breath as the bundle of nerves near your bladder threatened to break loose. Steve bent his head and bit down on your right nipple, throwing you over the edge and breaking the bundle of nerves loose. Your back arched up, thrusting your breasts up towards Steve as your breasts both squirted and leaked milk everywhere and your thighs shook violently as the bundle of nerves near your bladder broke, you sobbed in humiliation as you felt and believed that you had just urinated on the bed. Steve moaned loudly and brought his right hand up to examine it, his hand was covered in a clear substance. You knew that the liquid like goo on his hand had come from your outburst, and to your utter shock, Steve licked and sucked his hand clean. "Fuck, doll, you taste to fucking good." You covered your eyes, refusing to look at Steve after what he just did to you. "Ah, ah, ah...what a bad girl...don't you dare look away from me." Steve grabbed your hands and roughly tied them behind your back with his belt, you hadn't even realized that he'd taken off his pants and shirt while his was drinking your breastmilk.

Steve lifted you like a rag doll and made you sit on his lap, your back on his front and making you face a big screen that was on the wall at the foot of the bed. "Jarvis, replay the footage of y/n cumming." After Steve spoke to no one, the screen suddenly lit up and displayed you sobbing and moaning lewdly as your back arched and spread breast milk everywhere. "See that doll? God you look so fucking gorgeous cumming like such a cock-hungry whore." As As horrified as you felt from watching yourself on the screen, you also couldn't concentrate because of Steve's hand that was once again rubbing your 'clit'. Steve slid two of his fingers inside you, making you throw your head back from the feeling of being stuffed with something after neglecting your needs for so long. "Jarvis, display live footage." the screen switched to you sitting on top of Steve who had his fingers pumping in and out of you and his thumb rubbed your clit. Steve used his free hand to force you to look at the screen. "Look at yourself doll, what a lovely whore you are...keep your eyes on the screen as I make you come again." Steve curled his two fingers inside of you and pressed up against a sensitive patch inside of you and made you watch the screen as you once again screamed out like a whore in heat and arched your back, breasts leaking and squirting milk all over your bulging stomach and broken legs that were both wrapped in casts. You held onto Steve's forearms in hopes of stopping him, but this seemed to just fuel him further. "That doll, was your g-spot." Steve laughed manically as he moved his hand from your jaw down to your throat, he began to squeeze harder, closing up your airway. As you became more light headed Steve licked you tear off your cheeks and removed his fingers from inside you to roughly pinch your clit, your body tried to jerk away but Steve ignored it and aligned his cock it at your pussy hole that was twitching from cumming twice. "Watch as I fuck you, watch as your greedy cunt stretches and swallows up my big cock. Just like it did the night I raped our baby into you."

You watched in horror as Steve tightened his hold on your throat, completely cutting off your airway as he thrust his cock all the way into you all in one go and pulled on your clit with the fingers that was pinching it. Your body spasmed and you saw nothing but stars as you cummed harder than the last two times, the feeling was so intense that the world went black for a bit before your regain consciousness and saw that Steve holding your hips to fuck you up and down his cock, treating you like the nickname he always called you...doll. "Fuck that as so hot, I can't wait to fuck another baby into you doll." Steve grunted and shoved you down onto him so hard that you felt in crush against and nearly past your cervix, even though you had just woke up, you found yourself cumming again. Steve moaned loudly as he came inside you, painting your insides with his cum.

Steve let go of your hips and your fell back against him, unable to move a single muscle or bone in your body. You saw yourself on the screen panting for air like a dog. Steve wrapped his arms around you and carefully caressed your bump, he kissed the top of your head lovingly, "I love you so much y/n, I can't believe we can finally live the rest of our lives together, just like we used to talk about..."

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Goodbye all 🫡 now for me to go drown myself in some holy water and fall off the face of the Earth again...

Doll

Paring: Dark Steve Rogers x chubby reader/reader

Rating: 18+

Genre: dark, smut

Warnings: fingering, edging, overstimulation, spanking, unprotected sex ( please don't ever do this guys), breeding kink, nipple play (this is all?)

Synopsis: The guy you fell in love with changed into someone else that nobody expected him to be.

Note: I am back with my shitty writing. Hope you all like this!!(💀). This is my first fic with Steve so please no hate! ( SORRY FOR ANY GRAMMATICAL MISTAKE AND SPELLING MISTAKE)

You woke up feeling dizzy and your head was pounding but you knew there is no way out. Your hands and legs were tied with rope, you tried getting out of them but moving made your hands and legs hurt because of how much tight they were. "Fucking let me go" you screamed but there was no one who was listening to you. You don't know where it went all wrong because the man you started to like changed into someone else.

FLASHBACK

"Sir you called?" There were not many times your boss called you in his office but whenever he did it was always an important talk. "Ms y/n I need you to guide somebody who will be here in few minutes, if you do this job then you will get a salary raise" he said while leaning back on his chair "but sir why me?" You asked "because you are one of my favourite employer" you knew that was lie but anyways you said yes because who doesn't want more money.

"Sorry I am a little bit late because of the traffic" he came in office hurriedly, he was tall, handsome, beefy and looked so strong. "Fuck he is hot" you said in your mind. You didn't know you were staring till your boss called you "Ms y/n!" You flinched "yes sir" you replied "I called you many times" he say with a little bit of angry tone "sorry sir I must have missed that" that guy was staring at you and it was making you nervous "so meet Mr Steve Rogers and Steve this is y/n y/n/l" Steve Turned and forwards his right hand for a handshake which you took  nervously.

"Hello Ms y/n/l" Steve said shaking your hand "hello Mr  Rogers" you greet him back and take your hand back "so y/n I want you to guide him and he will be under you from now on" "sure sir" you replied.

"Hey so y/n can you show me your office" he asked shyly "sure we are going there" you said with no emotion because this whole deal was giving you bad vibes. Slowly slowly time went and Steve made you feel comfortable with him, he was flirty but sweet always helping you and making you blush everytime. You didn't know you were falling for him till one month got over and Steve had to go to his own office and had to do his own work.

You tried to forget him but it was hard because you were in love with him and it was hard to get over him when he always stoped at your office and gave you coffee and talked sweet to you. One day you didn't talked to him and next he was at your doorstep "why are you fucking avoiding me y/n?" He asked furiously "fuck because I like you and I can't see you talking with another women like you talk with me!" You scream while hot tears were falling out of your eyes.

END OF THE FLASHBACK

This all you remember last because when you opened your eyes you were tied down in this room. All you knew that the person who brought you here is Steve.

"Let me go!" You scream while crying "no no yet doll" Steve say while barging in through the door "I knew you were behind all this, say what do you want from me, why am I here!" You scream at him "firstly don't fucking scream and secondly you are mine that's why I brought you here so that nobody else can get you because you are M.I.N.E" he screams back at your face while holding your jaw tightly "let go of me, you are hurting me" your tears is what made him let go of your jaw "don't cry doll" he said patting your head softly.

"I will free you but you have to promise me that you will not do anything, promise me" he takes out his cutter to cut the ropes. You were so scared that no voice was coming out of your mouth "PROMISE ME!" He screams "yes yes promise I won't do anything!" You were crying hard while trying to not to sob because you don't want him to get angry "good girl" he said while cutting the ropes.

"Come with me doll, I will help you see our room" he takes your hand in his which made you flinch "our room?" You asked slowly "yes our room, you are mine and I don't want to be away from my doll" he was smiling while saying this which made you want to throw up. "This is our room princess" he says showing you around, the house was pretty big and well furnished and everything in this house looked expensive.

"Would you mind if I go and take a shower?" You asked him slowly "of course princess I will  come back in 15 and yes your clothes are in that cupboard" he said pointing at the cupboard. You go in the bathroom and wait a little bit so he thinks you are removing your clothes and then you start the shower and try to find a way out, you found an small window in the bathroom that was enough for you and you try to break it but when you were trying to open it suddenly there was a hand  around your neck from behind "doll what are you doing? I thought you promised me that you won't do anything" Steve said turning you around and backing you till your back was touching the wall.

You were crying hard now while trying to break free from his hand around your neck "y-you are h-hurting m-me!" You cried out but that only made Steve push you more into the wall "fucking answer! Why did you try to run away from me!" He said furiously while losing his hand around neck, you were panting and crying "I am s-sorry" you said. He hugged you suddenly and starts to pat your head "it's ok princess never do this again, i brought you here because I love you so much" you hugged him back while crying.

You knew you were never going to get out of this house because everytime you tried doing something Steve was always there to hurt you, so you stopped. "Babygirl come here I want to show you something" you were sitting in your room reading a book because you are not allowed to touch any electronic gadgets and if you do he has cctv cameras everywhere "coming" you replied half heartedly. "See I got you an cute choker" he shows you the choker and my doll was written on it "come here I want you to wear this everytime" he said pulling you towards him "sure" you can't say no, you know better than that. This what steve have taught you that you can never say no to him or you do then it will be a big problem for you.

The clothes you have or weared were not normal it was always like where your thighs were on full display or your butt was on display or sometimes your pussy on display. You didn't know where he got all this from and whenever you ask him about this he would always say "doll you are my whore and whores don't wear normal clothes". You slowly were transforming into his little slut.

You knew that you have to live in this house till your death and you can't even do anything about it.

"Doll one of my friend is coming at our house and I want you to sit in this room till I call you. Do you understand?" He asked "ok" all you said before sleeping on your bed. You woke up by hearing two men talking and you knew one was steve and another one was his friend but you didn't care about them. "Where is my book" you said with irration, you have been searching your favourite book but it's nowhere to be found and suddenly you remember that you forget it on the kitchen table.

You were thinking about the way you can get there because living room is in the centre between kitchen and your room. You open your door and try to sneak in the kitchen and you succeed but coming back you accidentally pushed the table and it made a loud noise making steve and his friend look at you.

"You didn't tell me you have a girl at your house" his friend asked him, he was angry you can see and can hear it in his voice too "go inside y/n" he said in his rough voice which made you shiver with fear. You go in your room and sit on your bed trying to think the consequences because his before punishments were not good.

"I told you to fucking sit in this room didn't I?!" He came in the room by opening the door with a thud "yes master" he likes when you call him master so you are gonna use it "then why did you misbehave" he asked coming closer "I-I wanted my book and it was out in the kitchen" you said nervously to him "I don't care about that damn book, when I tell you to do something then you have to do it" he said as he bends down to your eye level. You are sacred because of the way his eyes looks at you.

"Now I need to give you punishment so that you can remember this" he stands you up by grabbing your left arm, the grip was so tight that it may leave his hand imprints. He goes and sits on the bed while staring at you "undress yourself" you stood there trying to give him puppy eyes because it always works "NOW!" You flinched on his voice "y-yes master" once you were fully naked he pats his lap and you go and sit in his lap "my beautiful baby, I don't want to give you punishment but you deserve it" he said caressing your butt.

He was roaming his hands and caressing your whole body the way your old steve would do, for once you felt happy because the soft touches was making you think that maybe your steve is back "fucking hot" he said making you come back in the reality. No way he is your steve your steve won't give you any kind of punishment.

"Lay down" you can see the way his eyes are more dark now and that sacred you so you do has he says "good girl" you don't know why but his praise gave you a little confidence. He hovered above you, kissing you hard while gripping your thighs tightly. He broke the kiss "I am gonna ruin you" he kisses you back hardly and bites your lip a little making you groan because of the pain.

"Open you legs doll" you open them for him "fucking dripping for me" he said kissing your pussy lips which made you shiver, his tongue circling your slit while his hands massaging your breasts, his dark eyes staring at yours. His tongue was making you go insane but you wanted more, he was ignoring your clit while giving his full attention to your slit. You thought that he will come there eventually but he didn't and it was making you frustrated. You are close so close but you want more and he was not giving it to you, your hips were shivering because you are so close but you can't cum. You were crying by now "please please master let me cum please" you cried out, begging him to make you cum "you can't cum doll this is your punishment" you were shaking  because being so close but not able to cum and it made you sensitive.

"Please please stop I can't" you said pushing him off your pussy but instead of getting over he inserts his two digits into you making you arch your back and moan hard "yes just like that doll, moan out aloud" he said increasing his speed still ignoring your clit "fuck- Please please more" you begged him "no doll" he said slowing his pace feeling your near "NO no!" You were sobbing by now, you thought acting natural will make you cum but no "you wanna cum doll? Then fucking apologise" he said increasing his pace "I-i am so sorry I won't misbehave again I am so sorry master" you say while sobbing.

"Good girl" you smiled on his praise because you were going to cum while your tears where pouring from your eyes. He takes his other hand digits and starts to circle your clit "fuck yes thank you master thank you" you were a moaning mess because you got everything you wanted "please don't stop I gonna cum" you were sensitive but you wanted to cum so bad "cum my pretty doll, mine fucking doll" you clenched hard on his fingers "fuck it's sucking me in". You cummed hard while screaming making you arch your back and seeing white behind your eyes  "yes yes thank you master" you cried out, you were shivering because of the after shocks but you don't know why but you loved it.

"Suck" he gave his fingers to you to suck and you did because you were starting to like being his slut, no you loved it.  he took his fingers out of you sucking his own fingers while staring at your eyes which made you close your thighs together.

He starts to undress himself and once he was done you look at his big cock, tip red and standing proudly. You moan out seeing his cock "I know you like it doll" he said rubbing his dick up and down. "On your stomach doll" your ass was on full display for him which made him spank you "count" he said spanking you hard which made you buldge forward "one" and it didn't stop till you were on "ten" you were crying in the pillow because of the pain you felt but at the same time making you drip "my good doll" he said caressing your ass.

Without any information he inserts his cock into you making you both moan hard "so fucking tight" he groans not giving anytime he starts to pound into you making you cry in pleasure "my little perfect princess" he said spanking your ass which was already red "fuck-" you moaned. He takes your collar from back making you sit up back touching his chest "take my cock like a slut, like my slut" he whispers in your ear while pounding you from behind.

After few more thrust he changes the position into you on the top and him under you "fucking ride me doll" you were tired but you did as he said jumping on his dick making it hit places which made you see stars "yes yes just like that baby just like that" he said throwing his head back "m-master" you moaned out throwing your head back too which steve took the chance and starts to suck on your neck leaving hickeys here and there while you ride him. Slapping and sucking your boobs as they bounce "so huge" he said before sucking on your right nipple while playing with the other.

He starts to circle your clit while roaming his other hand on your back which made you cry and shiver "please please" you didn't know what were you begging for "yes doll fuck-"  he grabbed your hair from back pulling you towards his mouth and kisses you hard till you were out of breath  "gonna cum huh? I can feel it" you attached your forehead with him because you were tried and he felt it too so he took control again changing position into him on the top of you "fucking cum doll, squirt everywhere come on" he groaned feeling close as well.

"Yes yes please cum in me please"you pulled him close to you, he was thrusting in inhuman pace while circling your clit "yeah gonna cum deep in you, having this belly full of my babies yes would love that so much" he groaned thinking your full belly "yes yes oh my God" you cummed hard again squirting everywhere making you feel euphoric.

After few more thrust Steve groaned while cuming hard deep in you making your pussy twitch. Steve lays next to you while you both try to catch  your breathe. After few minutes he sat up and removes his cock from you making his and your cum drip down from your pussy "fuck" he said out aloud while inserting his cum back in your pussy "keep it in doll, this gonna be full soon" he said caressing your stomach.

You loved being his doll, his slutty doll and he loved you the same which made you surrender to him. You were brainwashed by him into his doll and you loved it.

In the balance -

/Masterpost/

Status - ONGOING (last updated 08.07.2022)

Pairing: Dark!Steve Rogers x reader

Warnings: non-con, dub-con, explicit sexual content, explicit language, smut, vaginal sex, oral (f and m recieving), anal fingering, praise kink, coercion, manipulation, explicit desciptions of violence, choking, graphic descriptions of blood, breeding kink, come kink, come play, forced pregnancy, depression, captivity, kidnapping (tags will be added along the way, but look at each chapter for spesific warnings), some very deppressive themes of psychological horror and manipulation. 

Summary: One unsuspecting evening, the stranger Steve Rogers appears bloodied and in need of aid at your doorstep. You immediately catch his eye, and he forces himself upon you within the hour. Several months of repeated visits from him results in your pregnancy, and the night you find out, Steve intereceps you on your way to an abortion clinic and kidnaps you to his mansion. Will you carry the child to term? Will you buckle under the pressure of capitivity? Will you escape the grasp Steve has on you, or will you submit to it and your own, conflicted desires?

Note: This started with a drabble (what is now Chapter 2 - To give you what you need) and continued after the amazing and exciting feedback I got. Now it has grown to a BEAST, and I’m really fascinated with the way things are developing. Thank you thank you thank you to all the amazing replies and comments and reblogs so far, it has truly inspired me!!! It’s so exciting reading your responses, so if you’d be so inclined, I’d loooove to hear your thoughts on the tale😍

This is the first series I write and post simultaniously, so I really don’t know how often I will update!! Hopefully often! Also, my photo editing skills have improved considerably since my last series That which lingered on his mind - check it out!

This is DARK! Your media consumption is your own responsibility, but I advise you to not engage if the content in the warnings triggers you. Minors DNI!

Chapter 1 - Taking what he wants

Chapter 2 - To give you what you need

Chapter 3 - Keeping you

Chapter 4 - Put

Chapter 5 - Off the deep end

Chapter 6 -

Chapter 7-

Chapter 8 -

Chapter 9 -

Chapter 10 -

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Conditions for Business | Yandere CEO Steve Rogers x Male Reader

Pairing: (Verse) Steve Rogers x (Verse) Male Reader

Summary: Steve Rogers is one of the most prominent tech geniuses in the United States after his idea in software broke the industry. But he couldn't have done it without the encouragement of his high school best friend and secret crush- you. Unfortunately, you and Steve had a falling out, and after that, you two were out of each other's lives for good.

At least it seemed that way until Steve needs a new assistant and posts a vague job listing on LinkedIn. Steve's surprised when your application comes across his desk, but he's not going to let you get away this time. Not without any answers, anyway.

Warnings: Another Dark Series I fear. Light for now, but I will tag accordingly.

Don't be afraid to like, comment, and reblog if you like what you're reading. Y'all KNOW I eat that shit up! It also makes me feel more reassured in my writing so help a brother out!

Disclaimer: I don't own any Marvel characters and this fic is for the enjoyment of myself and others! Don't sue me! 😃

Tagging: lemme know if you want to be added/removed for this story: @romeoandromeo , @smurfingonthem , @blurredx18 , @namjooncrabs , @glitchybrit , @awkward0ghost , @v0idl1nq, @mcahri, @hirayag, @raspberryyuuki, @aesthetic-history, @teaologyzzz, @n-e-o-w-r-i-t-e-s , @abbatoirablaze , @drainfury, @qlqstqr , @tkishcabral , @marxenash , @evilive, @baka-daa , @stevieuwu @anonymouswolf87

Author's Note: I don't know SHIT about software/tech LMAO. I didn't major in computer science and it was NOT one of my electives so if I say something that doesn't make sense, smile and scroll, y'all 😃. And sound off in the comments.

I will be posting more stuff too on both accounts so ☺️☺️☺️ stay tuned besties. Enjoy reading!

<Oh and Steve in high school/college looks like Pre-Serum Steve Rogers btw>

Read Part Two Here

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Part One: Collision Course

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There's some people out there who often lie to come off as "spicier" to their friends, as to not lose their interest. These lies can range from small white lies to far-fetched tall tales.

But there's a different group that exists out there, and their specialty is bragging about knowing someone famous, someone popular.

And they'll ham up the fact that they and the famous person attended the same school or lived in the area, just to make themselves more interesting. It comes off a bit sad, really, especially whenever everyone really knows that that person doesn't really know the celebrity and probably had only one or two conversations with them in passing.

That's why you almost never tell anybody that you know Steve Rogers, young millionaire tech mogul and bachelor, or how the two of you were good, close friends whose friendship ended on the wrong foot. Especially since the relationship ending was your fault.

"You fumbled the bag!" A friend had once laughed in your face when you had made the mistake of getting high one night and telling your past, and that experience made you clam up. Thinking back on your relationship with Steve Rogers is always a bittersweet experience that ends more on the bitter side anyway, despite it's sweet beginning.

2014, September (High School- Sophomore)

Y/N: 16 years old, Steve: 16 years old

You and Steve had met in your sophomore year of high school. It was in trigonometry class, when you were looking for someone to sit next to, and you had spotted an empty seat next to a blond teen. The teen was actually quite familiar, even if you didn't know his name, because his picture had been plastered on the school hallways due to winning awards from his participation in debate club and Model UN.

You walked over to him, and he didn't raise his head as you got near because he was completely engrossed in his journal, and when you looked closer, you see he had been sketching an image of the big tree outside the school window.

"Wow, man, that's actually pretty good," you compliment him, looking over his shoulder and the guy looks at you, startled blue eyes meeting your own.

"Hey!" He snaps, and you get where he's coming from because you just walked up on him, but you can't focus on his annoyed tone because he's kind of cute…

"My bad, man, I wasn't trying to scare you," you apologize amused, and the cutie huffs, and turns back to his drawing.

"No, but seriously, you have mad drawing skills," you insist, and the scowl on the guy's face lessens, and he looks away.

"It's just a hobby of mine," he says sheepishly and you give him a dubious look. You're not going to downplay his work, though.

"Well, you're pretty damn good at your hobby, my guy," you say and the guy gives you a small smile.

"Thanks."

"No problem," you slide into your seat, and as the classroom starts to fill up with your classmates, you turn and look at the other guy again, "what's your name by the way? I might as well know if we're going to be sitting next to each other all year." You're not smooth at all but it's not as if Steve catches on.

"Steve," he says and cranes his head towards you, "and yours?"

"Y/N." Steve smiles at you and sticks out his hand.

"Nice to meet you, Y/N," he says and you shake his hand.

You catch him looking at you throughout the class period but you think nothing of it until at the end of class, you get up to pack your bags but Steve's stopping you.

"Wait!" Steve loudly rips a sheet of looseleaf out of his spiral notebook before handing it to you, and when you look down to see what it is, you see a sketch of yourself, captured with great detail, and whoa, you're kind of honored.

"Wow, man, you know you didn't have to do this right? I don't want you to think that I only complimented you because I wanted you to draw me or something," you prattle on awkwardly but Steve's taking it stride, laughing at you.

"It's okay, I just wanted to, you know?" Steve smiles at you, and begins to pack his own book bag.

"Okay, well then, I'll treasure it!" You announce happily, and then you carefully fold the image four times before taking out the leather wallet you've received from your grandfather and placing the sketch inside the plastic front pocket so that it could be seen.

(What your wallet looks like: )

And from then on, you two became really good friends. Steve was kind, funny, passionate about societal issues, and had a personality that attracted everybody to him. Sure, he was clowned on for being so short, but nobody truly gave him shit since he was well-liked. In class discussions, everyone always wanted to listen to what he had to say, and he always had takes that were spot on. Being around him was like being around a bright light, and you know he was going places. So you cherished your time with him, chilling and hanging out with him during lunch. You two catch on like wildfire, two young teen boys who wanted to do nothing but spend every moment of time together. (He feels like a younger brother of yours, even if he's technically older by a couple of months, because he's just such a good person, and you want to look out for him.)

Sophomore year flies by, and then junior year, and senior year arrives quickly and quietly.

2016, January

Y/N: 18 years old, Steve: 18 years old

With senior year, the time you have left with Steve is suddenly cut down sharply, since the two of you are busy with college applications (the two of you had applied to all the same universities) and preparing for finals and regent exams and all of that.

You two had always used to visit each other's houses, and this time Steve's the one coming over to yours.

"You know," Steve starts while the two of you are laying on top of your bed, after playing Mario Kart.

"Yeah?" You pick up your head and look at Steve, who has a pillow tucked under his head, and he's looking away.

"I've had this idea… for some software," Steve continues hesitantly, almost shy, which is very unlike him.

"Oh? What software?" You ask, intrigued and Steve shakes his head.

"No, forget it, it's stupid-" He says, and he can't just get you all interested and then withhold this information from you!

"Oh c'mon, man! If your idea sounds stupid, then I'll tell you it sounds dumb as hell, Steve, you know me," you tell him, and Steve laughs, which is exactly you were hoping he would do. You're not used to him being so tense around you.

"Yeah," Steve sends a small smile at you before he looks up at your wall with a sigh, "I know you."

"Alright then, cough it up! Let's hear it Einstein, your million dollar claim to fame!" You tell him enthusiastically and Steve rolls his eyes.

"Well, I've been thinking about AI-" Steve starts, and you gasp.

"Oh my God, did you see those creepy ass Tom Cruise deepfake videos online? That shit give me the chills, yo. It's getting harder to tell what's real and what's fake," you blurt because you can't help yourself.

"I know! That's what I've been thinking about lately!" Steve excitedly responds, "There should be some sort of software that can scan and see if someone online is actually real." Wow.

"So like instead of weeding out bots, it'll weed out AI accounts online?" You ask, and Steve snaps his fingers.

"Exactly! It might not be very useful now, but I have a feeling it'll be handy later…" Steve trails off, and he's probably waiting for your input on his idea.

"Steve, that's a great idea! And if you don't make the app for that, someone else will, Steve!" You rolled over to look at Steve again and although your faces are super close this time, you don't look away, because you want him to see you're being completely genuine.

"Your idea really is unique, you have to start working on it instantly!" You urge, and Steve looks at you, clearly taken aback.

"Really? You mean that?" Steve asks softly, eyes searching yours and you nod.

"Of course I mean it, man!" You assure him, "And you better remember me when you become a millionaire!" You joke and Steve grins at you, a small little thing, and you're reminded of how endearing he is.

"Thanks, Y/N, you always support me when I need you most," he says and you watch his eyes flicker down to your mouth.

"Of course, Steve, you're my homeboy, you know that, right?" you say, eyes on his mouth, pink and inviting you don't know but the energy between the two of you charged and this isn't one of those little jokes. You feel the urge to get closer to him.

"Yeah," Steve says shakily, and swallows hard, his Adam apple and you're leaning in when-

"Y/N! Stevie! Come get y'all food!" Your Ma announces downstairs, and you're bouncing away from Steve a six feet in panic, feeling as if you've just snapped out of a trance.

You were just about to kiss Steve, your best friend! Where the fuck did that come from? Thank God you didn't, or you would've made shit weird.

"C'mon, let's go eat!" You tell Steve, clambering off your bed, and then you're shooting him a smirk, "Race you there!"

And then your bounding out of your room, socks sliding against the wooden floor and Steve's crying out behind you, "Hey, that's not fair! You got a head start!"

"Sounds like a slowpoke!" You tease, and Steve's right on your heels, and for an asthmatic, Steve's pretty damn fast and the two of you race downstairs, pushing and shoving at each other, trying to reach first.

"I know you two know better than to be running down those damn stairs!" Your Ma calls out, and you and Steve look at each other and burst into laughter.

"Sorry, ma'am!" Steve, always the picture poster boy of manners, apologizes, and your mother gives him a look before shaking her head, but you know her face well enough to know that she's hiding a smile.

The incident is long forgotten from your mind until a few days later, you find yourself studying Steve more, his face, his eyes, and more importantly his lips, and you don't know why.

Steve seems just so damn cute to you, lately, and you don't know why.

You resolve to try and take your time and figure out whatever it is that you're feeling before you speak up and ruin things.

What you don't know is that you're not the only one feeling this way, and that every time you're not looking, Steve's been stealing glances at you.

2016, April

Y/N: Still 18 years old, Steve: 18 years old

Months after the incident of the almost kiss, the two of you open your acceptance letters at the same time, and as Steve's face brightens in happiness, yours drops with disappointment.

"I got in!" Steve announces excitedly and you muster up a smile, "I'm so happy to hear that, Steve," but your heart's not in it, and Steve must be able to tell because his eyes are snapping up to yours.

"Y/N? You didn't get in?" Steve's asking quietly and you're shaking your head.

"Nah, man," you say softly, "but it's okay."

Steve looks at you without saying anything and then he's tearing up his acceptance letter.

"Steve!" You yell in shock.

"Fuck Cooper Union, their tech program was always overrated anyways," Steve swears vindictively and it makes you smile in how earnest he's being.

"C'mere, Steve," you tell him, and Steve cautiously eyes but steps forward and you're hugging him tightly.

"Y/N?!" Steve gasps, squirming around in your grasp, but you hold onto him. (It's honestly quite easy, as much as Steve is a spitfire, he is still small).

"I appreciate the gesture, Steve, but Cooper Union's your dream," you mutter in his ear, and Steve shakes his head.

"If they're not smart enough to realize what a great applicant they're missing out on by rejecting you, I don't want to go," Steve mumbles into your chest, and you smile down sadly at him.

"No, Steve," you rebuke, and Steve looks up at you, a stubborn scowl on his face.

"We don't need Cooper Union, Y/N. There's always Princeton University," Steve cheerfully adds and you raise your eyebrows at him because he's acting as if Princeton isn't even harder to get into.

"Steve, I would never forgive you if you reject Cooper Union," you tell him slowly, and Steve glares up at you.

"I'm not going," he tells you firmly,and you shake your head at him.

"Yes, you are," you insist gently, and you watch as Steve's big blue eyes well with tears and you have to look away to fight the urge to tear up, too.

"But we won't be together then," Steve says, and you nod.

"I know, but all we have to do is make sure we keep in touch. It's not going to be forever, Steve," you reassure him, and Steve's pulling out of the hug and wiping at his eyes.

"I guess you're right, Y/N," he sniffs, and you snort.

"I'm always right," you say, but you make no attempt to hide how trembly your voice is.

"You better come visit me, Y/N," Steve threatens tearily, "or else I'll come down here and throttle you myself," and you nod.

"Of course I'll visit you, man!"

"And you'll text me every night?"

"Maybe every other night?" You tease but Steve's having none of it.

"Y/N…" Steve glares at you.

"Okay, every night! I was just playing with you, damn!" You give in pathetically quick but you can't help it when you've been catching feelings for the guy.

"That's what I thought," Steve nods, craning his head up at you, and then that's that.

You and Steve go your separate ways, making sure to stay in contact with each other, and this lasts well up until the two of you hit your junior years in college.

2019, October

Y/N: 21 years old, Steve: 21 years old

Steve's regular roommate, Phil, moves out and into his own apartment and that's when James Buchanan Barnes, otherwise known as Bucky, walks into Steve's life and ruins your dynamic with him.

All of a sudden all Steve ever wants to talk about is Bucky "this," and Bucky "that"! It's infuriating.

Sure, you have absolutely no problem with Steve making new friends when he goes to Cooper Union, as a matter of fact, you expect it because it's Steve; he's a people magnet.

You never expected to be completely replaced, though. When you want to go on video call with him, Steve can't because "he's already agreed to do something with Bucky". When you want to catch up, Steve is suddenly interrupted by Bucky and he promises that "he'll get back to you later" and then he never does.

Soon, it starts to feel as if you don't matter as much to Steve as much anymore, and it hurts because Steve was your guy and you never thought that another guy would come in between the two of you.

So you try to lie to yourself and say that you're overreacting, that simple jealousy is clouding your judgement.

It takes one visit to Steve's dorm to set you straight, and it takes place during the week of Halloween.

The entire time you despondently watch as Steve makes moon-eyes at Bucky, who is incredibly short with you and you can't tell if it's because he doesn't like you or if it's because he's a little bitch (you suspect the latter, of course).

You and Bucky don't fuck with each other at all, and the entire time Steve is busy trying to play peacemaker and chastises you when Bucky's the one being a dick.

Steve keeps insisting that Bucky "is a nice guy once you get to know him," but that doesn't change the fact that he's giving Bucky, someone he's known for six months, the benefit of the doubt over you, his close friend of five years.

Your last straw is when in the middle of casual conversation, Steve tells you that he's been sharing his private drawings and his comics collections, the one thing he said he wouldn't ever share with someone else, with Bucky, and that's when reality hits you. You're not as special to Steve as Bucky is, and it feels like you've been super punched in the gut.

Well, that isn't actually the last straw because you take a while to process stuff so the implication of Steve showing Bucky his sketchbook had been lost on you until later.

Your actual last straw is what happens on Thursday night.

Steve has told you he was going to take you to a party, off campus but relatively nearby and you don't mind it at all.

Except he abandons you.

One second, you're drinking a concoction that tastes like lighter fuel and Steve's telling you 'he'll be right back!' and then twenty minutes later, your phone buzzes with a text from Steve apologizing and saying that he had to leave because Bucky got sick.

So you were stranded, at someone's house with no idea of how to get back to Steve's dorm, which is off-campus, and he's not picking up his phone. You had no cash, no card on hand so Uber wasn't even an option and taxis were sparse in the area.

You do what you have to. You chat up every guy within your vicinity at the party, asking them "Do you have a car?" and practically begging them to drop you off at Cooper Union's dorm away from campus, and luckily for you, a nice guy does just that, and you thank him, grateful that he wasn't a serial killer in disguise.

When you get back, you're furious.

"Steve!" You yell, pounding on the door, and Steve opens the door with a relieved look.

"Y/N! I was just coming back to get you-" you shove past him, and start packing up all your stuff. Your visit to him is over.

"Y/N? What are you doing?" Steve asks and you take a deep breath, teeth grinding against each other.

"Leaving!" You spit, and Steve steps in front of you.

"I know you're mad, but I really was going to come get you," he reasons, as if that makes the shit he pulled better.

"That's nice!" You smile at him, showing all of your teeth and Steve sighs.

"I'm sorry, but Bucky needed me," he says and it's like a flip switches in you.

"I bet he did! And in your rush to help him, you forgot all about me! Why couldn't you take me with you and Bucky again?" You ask, because he never explained that.

Steve's face turns red and he looks ashamed for a second.

"The Uber I had set only had space for two people," he meekly explains and you can't believe it.

"And you couldn't wait for another one?!" You yell and Steve looks to the direction of his room and shushes you.

"Not too loud! Bucky's trying to sleep," he hisses and you look at him, wide eyed because wow, he really is being an asshole.

"You think I give a fuck about Bucky trying to sleep right now, Steve?!" You raise your voice, and Steve shakes his head and weakly jokes with a small smile, "I guess not." You glare at him.

"You think this is funny or something?" You ask, and you walk out with your stuff to the door.

"No, but I do think you're overreacting a bit. Bucky was sick, Y/N, I had to take him home," he reasons and you're about to snarl something at him when you think of the way he said home, and then you remember all of the stuff he's said about Bucky, the way he's been acting with him and then the wind just goes out of your sails.

There's no way Steve is going to understand what he did when he's so blinded by his love for the guy that he would act in a shitty manner towards his own best friend.

"You're right, Steve. I'm overreacting, and I do apologize for that," you tell Steve sincerely, and you make a show of putting your bags back on the floor.

"Oh, good," Steve sighs in relief, eyes closing as he goes to rub at his temples.

"I really didn't want to argue with you, and tonight's already been stressful for me-" Steve rambles and you hold a hand up.

"It's okay, you don't have to explain to me," you say softly, and then you walk to the couch you've been sleeping on since the start of your visit.

"Are you sure, Y/N?" Steve asks gently, and you send him a small smile.

"I'm sure. Why don't you go to bed? I know you said you had a stressful night, Steve," you offer and Steve nods and smiles at you.

"I think I'll do that. Sorry again," he says and you say nothing as he slips back into his room.

You can't wait to return to your own campus because you hate feeling like the third wheel with your own best friend. At least, your ex best friend, because now you have to put distance between the two of you.

So you leave exactly 30 minutes after Steve has gone into his room and head right to the nearest Amtrak station, heading back to your own college campus over 100 miles away.

Soon, Steve's texts to you go unanswered by you, and his calls ignored for a week, until one day he texts you a message that makes your heart pang, and you can't bring yourself to ignore him. You pick your phone up and respond via text, because you're too much of a coward to call him and hear his voice. You can't ghost him though. He's too nice and deserves some sort of closure from his ex-bff.

Probably won't even be torn up about you since he's so far up Bucky's ass, anyway.

You don't want to be around to watch Steve fall in love with another guy.

Your phone lights up with texts from Steve...

Steve: Hey is everything good??? U left earlier than we agreed…

Steve: Look I'm sorry bro, I know I might've catered a bit more to Bucky while you were over…

Steve: Y/N?

Steve: Maybe you're busy, I'll hit you up another time then

Steve: ok it's been a week, why aren't you responding?

Steve: Look I said I'm sorry! I don't know what else you want from me.

Steve wants to FaceTime you. Accept? The screen says. You swipe right.

Declined.

Steve: Y/N

Steve: Y/N!!!! PICK UP ALREADY OR I'LL BLOCK YOU FR THIS TIME!

No.

Steve: What's going on, man? Why won't you respond to any of my messages? Am I suddenly not good enough to be your friend or something? Talk to me. I'm concerned about you.

Y/N: My bad, Steve. It's just that I've been doing some thinking lately…

Steve: You're being really weird. You've never pulled a stunt like that on me before…

Your phone buzzes and you see that Steve's trying to FaceTime you and you rub a hand over your face, stressed and you decline.

Steve: Why won't you accept my call?

Y/N: I just don't think I can say this to your face.

Steve: ???

Steve: Say what?

You take a deep breath. This is it, the moment you were dreading.

Y/N: I'm sorry, man. I never meant to hurt you. But I think you and I are two very different people right now, with two different paths…

Steve: Are you high, Y/N? What the fuck are you talking about?

Y/N: I don't think we should hang anymore, Steve. You're a cool guy, but we're different now.

Steve had certainly changed.

Steve: Is this some sort of joke, Y/N?

Steve: What? Why?

You can't just tell him that you were sick of hearing about Bucky and Steve, or how you don't want to stick around to see Bucky fit into the slot of Steve's life that you had once occupied. So you tell him some utterly unbelievable bullshit, out of self-preservation.

Y/N: It's natural to part ways with people, Steve. I hope you pursue your software program, it's a game-changer.

Steve is typing…

Steve is typing…

Steve: Fuck you. I never want to see you again.

Y/N: That's fair.

-Error- Message Not Sent.

Free Msg: Receiver STEVE unable to receive message - Message Blocking is active.

You deserved to be blocked.

Not even ten minutes later, your phone is buzzing with a message from an unknown number, probably Bucky, since you never saved him into your phone.

Unknown: You're a fucking asshole, you know that, Y/N?

Unknown: Steve's crying and he won't tell me why. I know it's because of you, dipshit.

You close your eyes as shame and guilt hit you full force. Fuck.

Y/N: It's for the best.

Unknown: What the fuck does that mean?

Y/N is typing…

Unknown: Save it. If you ever show your face around here, I'll fuck you up so bad that you'll shit blood for days. Stay the fuck away from Steve.

Y/N: I will. Take care of him.

Unknown: What? You don't get to say that like you care about him you mf.

Y/N: I do. Tell him I'm sorry.

Unknown is typing…

You block him, and that's the end of that. Five years of friendship flushed down the toilet.

Jesus.

You're going to get absolutely fucked up tonight and drown all your sorrows.

In a drunken rage, you go and dig for your wallet, snatching the sketch Steve made of you years ago, and you're going to rip it up, but something stops you and instead you silently place it back in your wallet and rub at your eyes.

"Ain't no use crying," you sigh and decide to go back to bed.

2020, May (Senior Year- College)

You're graduating, and your family and friends are cheering you on, but you can't help but feel a distinct gap in the cherished moment. And you know why, too. There's somebody missing.

Although his mother had been sweet enough to comment a "Congratulations," on your graduation picture on Facebook, it's not enough to quiet the ache in your chest that started acting up the moment you went out on that stage to get your diploma, looked out at that sea of smiling faces, heard the chorus of voices screaming your name, but couldn't see the one face you wanted to see, hear the one voice you wanted to hear: Steve's.

Steve's not there and it's all of your fault.

It did take a few months for you to be completely honest with yourself and admit that you had missed Steve, and even more months before you could admit to yourself that you were wrong for handling that situation so immaturely when a conversation would've probably resolved the issue.

So of course you had tried to reach out to Steve, apologize and explain, tell him you were being a dumb asshole, but you can't.

You're still blocked on everything. So you tried reaching out to Bucky, and the fucker's got you blocked on everything, too.

It was very clear that Steve very much wanted you to stay out of his life, so you gave him exactly that.

And now you're here, surrounded by all of your loved ones, thoughts consumed by Steve when you should be focusing on them.

"My baby's a college graduate!" Your Ma squeals, and your attention is brought back to the present, and you're smiling and posing for the photos she's taking.

You can think of Steve later.

2022, March

You're surprised when three years later after you ended your friendship, you're watching the news and none other than Steven Grant Rogers, is plastered over the news as a tech genius.

And not only that, but there's new pictures of him and FUCK, puberty hit Steve like a truck! Not that it mattered because you liked him even when he was five foot four, but growing an extra ten inches? Those biceps that told of the ability to probably bench press you? Whew…

You're genuinely happy to see that he did go forward with his software idea, and that he has a new, thriving business, but you're still forced to switch off the television. Why?

They've just shown footage of Steve with none other than Bucky latched onto his arm, laughing on the red carpet, and you can't help the bitter jealous feeling that still bubbles up, even after all of these years, because it seems that Bucky did keep true to his word of taking care of Steve.

And besides, now Steve feels miles away out of your reach, there's no hope of reconnecting when he's all the way up there, the epitome of success, and you're all the way down here, living off of two part time jobs and ramen noodles. And a bed couch that leaves your neck stiff every night.

So be it, that's just how life is…

Hope Steve's happy with his boyfriend.

Meanwhile

"Steve, Steve! Look this way!" A pap screams and Steve obliges, ignoring the urge to tell him to shut the fuck up.

"Are you okay, Stevie?" Bucky discreetly whispers in Steve's ear, a smile plastered on for the cameras flashing.

"Not here," Steve hisses, shifting to give the reporters a new angle to capture while Bucky clenches his jaw but continues to pose.

The two of them are attending an auction for charity despite Steve already donating a 100k to the foundation, but his PR agent insisted he attend, "to show that Cap Inc cares about the future generations."

Fuck the future generations, Steve has a conference call at 3am with Beijing tomorrow. He doesn't want to show up to this event when his check already cleared.

"And some of these photographers carry hidden mics," Steve hisses under his breath, "and I don't want to be someone's exposé."

"Alright," Bucky offers Steve a tight-lipped smile, and they continue to pose for the cameras, before one of the event coordinators are motioning for them to finally move on.

Bucky's arm tightens around Steve's waist before he's whisking him down the red carpet and away from the prying eyes of the public, entering the large hall, where it was much quieter, save for the quiet chatter of the city's elites conversing.

"So," Bucky hands over a champagne flute to Steve, which he gratefully accepts, "what was that just now? On the red carpet, you looked… I don't know," Bucky trails off, trying to call to mind a word to describe the emotion on Steve's face he saw earlier.

"I don't know why but I was just thinking about Y/N again, you know?" Steve discloses, taking a casual sip of his champagne, and Bucky huffs and rolls his eyes.

"That asshole? I thought you were over him," Bucky grumbles and Steve sighs into his glass.

"I know, it's just, I can't help but wonder why he threw away our friendship, threw away me," Steve says, and then he's throwing back the rest of the champagne down his throat, reaching for another glass but his efforts are thwarted.

"Okay, that's enough of that," Bucky's putting down his own glass and pushing the plate of champagne flutes further away from Steve.

"Hey! I was going to grab another one of those," Steve protests, and Bucky shakes his head.

"No, you're not, I can already see that you're going to settle into a mood," Bucky gives Steve a scrutinizing look and Steve sighs.

"I'm not, it's just Y/N would've loved to be at an event like this," Steve laments and Bucky pinches the bridge of his nose, urging the oncoming headache to go away.

"Well," Bucky takes a deep breath in and sighs it out, "Y/N's not here because years ago, he decided to be a dickhead and abandon his very good friend who later became a millionaire! His loss!" Bucky announces and Steve can't help but smile at him. Trust Bucky to talk some sense into him, but Steve just can't let it go.

"Yeah, I still wonder why he did that," Steve reveals, absentmindedly grabbing a shrimp puff pastry off an appetizer dish and popping it into his mouth, "wow, these are good."

"Dickheads don't need reasons to be dickheads," Bucky bites out and then grabs his own puff pastry, "The mushroom's better, you gotta try it."

"Well, pass me one, then," Steve reaches his hand out and Bucky diligently drops a pastry into it, "And Y/N's not a complete dickhead, you know. He told you to take care of me, didn't he? That has to count for something, right?" Steve chews on the mushroom pastry and yeah, turns out Bucky was right, the mushroom is better.

"He did care and something happened and he had to push me away," Steve explains and Bucky rubs his temples.

"I know you're still not thinking about this after three years, Steve," Bucky reprimands gently, but he's giving Steve a pitiful look, and Steve can't stand it. He snatches another glass off the tray Bucky's pushed away and downs it before Bucky can do anything.

"Lay off, will ya? I'm feeling nostalgic tonight," Steve grouches.

"No, you're probably feeling tipsy," Bucky corrects, and takes the empty wine flute out of Steve's hand.

"I'm not, but I do wish I was," Bucky watches Steve eye the remaining wine glasses, and places his arm on the table in front of them, blocking Steve from getting another.

"Well, you're not getting drunk here, think of the publicity," Bucky hisses, and his tone is serious so Steve doesn't reach for another glass.

"There's literally other CEOs snorting lines in the bathroom right now," Steve points out with a chuckle, but Bucky doesn't laugh with him.

"That's them and you're you, America's golden boy," Bucky straightens Steve's tie, "and America loves a clean millionaire okay?" Bucky pats Steve, and he sighs.

"Okay."

"Now let's go network, and see if we can add to our investor portfolio! Keep your eyes on the prize, buddy!"

"Which is charity, of course," Steve clarifies and Bucky rolls his eyes.

"Yeah, that too," he jokes, and Steve shakes his head and laughs.

"You're too much to handle, Buck."

Bucky leers over at Steve, "That's what Sam said, if you catch my drift," wiggling his eyebrows and Steve can't stand him!

"Please, spare me the details of your sex with life with my other best friend," Steve forces out as Bucky cackles, and you're no longer on his mind. Bucky's right, Steve shouldn't think about you anymore. It's time to move on.

2022, April

Tonight, your friend Monica is dragging you out for drinks so you can meet this nice girl she's been dating named Wanda, who she really likes but wants to see if you "have any bad feelings about her," because you've always been good at deciphering people's true natures.

You don't really mind, because you had recently lost your job as a tech analyst due to a business "cutting their losses" despite having quite the profitable year, so you could use the distraction. Besides, you miss hanging out with Monica, and you can use the cheering up so you had agreed. Wanda had sounded wonderful, and what would be the harm in meeting her?

At least that's what you thought until Steve is brought up in conversation.

You're pouring some Ciroc: Mango into your glass when Monica, obviously tipsy, suddenly announces to her date Wanda, "Did you know that Y/N knows THEE Steve Rogers?"

Not this again, you think to yourself and you discreetly roll your eyes as you take a sip from your glass. You've told her not to disclose this before, but you can't blame her if it's the alcohol talking. At least you know it's time to cut her off, though.

"Really? CEO of Cap Incorporated Steve Rogers?!" Wanda turns her head to you in interest, and you have to stifle a sigh.

"Yes, and I used to know him," you clarify, and Wanda raises an eyebrow.

"Oh, did something go down between the two of you or?" Wanda trails off and you shake your head, taking a small sip from your glass.

"No, we went to the same high school, but ended up going to different colleges," you indulge her curiosity and Monica side-eyes you because she knows there's more to that but you're not telling Wanda all your business when you barely know her.

"How was he in high school? Like, was he a nice guy or was he like an asshole?" Wanda asks, and then leans in closer to whisper, "Don't worry, I'm not from the press or anything, you can tell me."

"Well," you sigh, and for a second you allow yourself to reminisce, "Steve has always been like an objectively good guy. Kind, respectful, and actually gives a fuck about social issues," you reveal with a little smile, stirring your drink with your straw. Wanda looks at you while you talk and then sends a look at Monica, who discreetly nods, although you miss this exchange.

"Well, that's nice," Wanda announces, probably sensing that that's all you're going to say and smoothly changes the topic, and turns back to Monica, "now tell me more about your investigations."

"Sure!" Monica answers with a smile, reaching to take another sip from her glass, but you're snatching it away from her.

"Hey!" Monica opens her mouth and-

"That's my cue! Monica, you know all of your investigations are covered in red tape! I think it's time to call it a night," you announce and then you're side-eyeing Wanda, because she had said earlier she wasn't press, but she's awfully nosy.

You make a mental note to tell Monica to keep an eye on this one, because there's something off about Wanda, as nice as she is. Out of the corner of your eye, Wanda frowns at you but doesn't say anything.

"Really? But we just got here," Monica huffs, crossing her arms, and you shake your head. Not her pulling out bratty behavior right now…

"You see? This is what you're going to have to deal with," you quip at Wanda, who laughs into her drink.

"I think I can handle that," she smiles at Monica, and you can see the heart-eyes she's making and her smile gets even softer, and now that you're getting a good look at her, maybe Wanda isn't as sober you think she is either.

"Girl, we've been here for three hours and drinking for half as long, Monica!" You admonish Monica gently and she rolls her eyes.

"So? We're having fun, aren't we, Wanda?" She turns puppy-dog eyes at Wanda, who looks at her, transfixed.

"Yeah, we're having fun," Wanda agrees, looking into Monica's eyes and it's like she's hypnotized.

"Oh my God," you moan, "I am not trying to stay here all night!" Monica laughs and you look at her questioningly.

"Well, it's not like you have to get up early for a job tomorrow, boo!" You look at Monica shocked, not offended, because she's your girl, but sheesh!

"Damn sis, you ain't gotta do me like that!" You laugh, and Monica laughs too, but she looks a little embarrassed now.

"SORRY, that is definitely the alcohol talking, maybe you're right; it's time to call it a night!" Monica announces sheepishly, and you nod.

"See! I knew you'd see the light eventually," you get up to settle your end of the tab, and all of you are heading outside, exiting the fancy restaurant bar.

"Hey Wanda, can I stay over at yours tonight?" Monica's asking, but there's a mischievous smile on her lips.

"Oh!" Wanda looks startled, and there's a hint of pink creeping on her cheeks, but it could just be the alcohol, but the flustered look is cute on her, and you can't help but snort.

"Don't worry, I mean only to sleep, no funny business!" Monica clarifies and Wanda gets even pinker.

"I didn't expect anything else!" Wanda blurts out and Monica hums and smirks at her.

"Sure you didn't," Monica leans forward and presses her lips to Wanda in a kiss, and oh my God, you did not pay to see this happy couple BS when you're still single!

"Alright then, goodnight! Make sure you girlies have the Uber sorted out!" You declare behind them, making Monica and Wanda separate.

"Bye, Y/N! Text me when you get home!" Monica hugs you and kisses you on your cheeks and you do the same for her.

"I will!"

"It was lovely meeting you, Y/N!" Wanda calls out, and you wave at her, because you two aren't at the hugging stage yet.

"And you too, Wanda!" And with that, you head towards home, foregoing an Uber because you didn't really have Uber money after going out for drinks, and you didn't live too far away. Besides, the cool air would help you sober up, and the city really is beautiful at night.

You finally arrive at your apartment building, taking the elevator because fuck the stairs, smiling to yourself, reminiscing about the night's events right up until you remember Monica bringing up Steve, making the smile drop right off your face.

You open the door to your apartment and on wobbly feet pull off your loafers, because the restaurant Monica had wanted to try had a dress code where men weren't allowed to wear sneakers.

"She better love me after tonight," you mutter to your aching feet, before you're slipping out of your outfit and sitting on the couch. You can take a shower later, you just need a chair with actual back support first.

"Well, it's not like you have to get up early for a job tomorrow, boo!" Resounds in your head and you groan because Monica's right.

You're kind of tired of being unemployed, especially when you have student debt to pay off and a bachelor's in software engineering as well as an associate's in office management to show for it. Jobs should want you!

So, as tired as you are, you pull out your laptop and go to LinkedIn, scrolling through open jobs and positions, making sure to pay no mind to any unpaid internships.

Sure, an unpaid internship will still boost up your resume as career experience, but you need moolah right now. And besides, a lot of companies love to overwork interns with the promise of being brought onto the team at the end, typically leading for interns to become really competitive and even catty with each other just for some trust fund kid to slide in and grab the spot anyway.

Yeah, you aren't going for those at all. Doing an unpaid internship is a mistake you've made once, and you're not going to repeat it.

There were honestly very few vacancies for IT-related jobs in your area, which sucks, so you broaden your search to include office management jobs, aka your safety net.

Sure you weren't the biggest fan of working in some stuffy old office, but if it got the rent paid, you don't have many complaints. Besides, maybe you could work your way up depending on whether or not the company you joined had an IT department. You have seen places whose idea of an IT department mainly consisted of tech support being run by two people helping employees remember their user logins.

And that's when one LinkedIn posting caught your eye. It's for Cap. Incorporated, which coincidentally is Steve's company.

The listing reads:

*URGENTLY HIRING* CONFIDENTIAL TECHNICAL SECRETARY TO SENIOR MEMBER OF STAFF

Full Time

Applicant will report to the Senior Member (TBD) the Confidential Assistant performs challenging secretarial and clerical duties for the Senior Member as well as provide technical support for the Senior Member

Applicant will serve as the primary point of contact for internal and external constituencies on all matters pertaining to the Office of the Senior Member and its related programs and services

Applicant will also execute other unenumerated tasks as required.

This position entails a high degree of responsibility and use of discretion and independent judgement, while ensuring confidentiality in all work operations. Failing to meet this is punishable by 5 or more years in prison.

This position requires a flexible schedule including evening and weekend hours.

Qualifications:

Must be familiar with MS Office, G Suite (formerly known as Google Apps for Work), and Adobe Software

Must be advanced in or specialize in coding

Must have a bachelor degree in computer science or software engineering to apply*

Must have formal qualifications in office administration, secretarial work, or related training*

Must have at least three verifiable references*

Must have great communication skills

One year of experience in similar role preferred

Suggested but not required- fluency in Mandarin, Korean, and Hindu.

Salary: TBD by hiring board, negotiable

Employee Terms: 12 Months, Full Benefits, 1.0 FTE (negotiable), 12 sick days, 2 week vacation

"I can't believe this," you murmur aloud, amazed because it's almost as if this position has been curated just for you. Not only does it check all of the requirements for you, you meet all of it's requirements! And a negotiable salary? You'd be concerned if not for the fact that the position called for being an assistant to a senior member, or high ranking employee, which means the money is good! Especially, if there's a clause on confidentiality.

You quickly start to apply and you're about to submit when a little voice in your head asks: what do you do if this job means you have to see Steve, or work with him in any capacity? And you quickly dismiss it because you didn't want to jinx yourself like that. You're just applying to be someone's assistant, and just because it's at Steve's company doesn't mean you'll actually run into Steve there! Employees go years without seeing it interacting with their company CEOs, so why should this be any different?

"I'm so fucking paranoid," you chuckle, and you go ahead and submit your application. It's not like you'll hear a callback. There must be hundreds, no, thousands of applicants vying for this job who's better qualified than you.

"Yeah," you close your laptop, "let's not get ahead of ourselves." You head off to bed, forgetting all about it.

The Next Day

Steve has been having a bad morning. They messed up his order at Joe's Coffee, he was caught in traffic and was late to two scheduled meetings, his keycard refused to work and then when be got up to his office, his assistant was nervous.

"What?" He snaps at her, "There's obviously something you want to say,"

"I'm handing in my two weeks notice." She says shakily and Steve almost throws his coffee at the wall.

Steve closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, making sure that his facial features are calm and don't relay the torrent of emotions going on underneath.

"Okay," Steve opens his eyes and moderates his tone, "may I ask why you are resigning from your position?"

"Well…" Ms. Nguyen starts, eyeing him worriedly as she wrings her hands, fiddling around nervously and Steve just can't do it.

"I don't have the energy for this," he growls and walks past her to his office, set his coffee down, and sit in his chair.

"That's the problem, Mr. Rogers!" Ms. Nguyen calls out after him, finding her voice, "You never have the energy of patience for me, or rather any of your employees. It's always 'i want this done' without any thought or regard of our well-being. We're human, not machines.

"That's exactly what a high demand job entails, Ms. Nguyen," Steve deadpans, taking a sip from his shitty coffee.

"Well I want no part of it any longer. I don't sleep well, I don't eat well, and I feel utterly consumed," Ms. Nguyen rants, and maybe Steve should have used a lighter tone. Steve gives her a tight smile.

"I'm sorry to hear that and respect your choice. I will happily be one of your references. But what about our discussions with Japan? Aren't you overseeing the Shinigami account?" Ms. Nguyen sighs.

"That will be handled in two weeks time. And I've appointed Becca to handle the interviewing process for your new-"

"No I don't think so," Steve interrupts. He's always believed in getting to personally know those working with him.

"Sir, I don't think you understand, you have over ten thousand applicants-" Ms. Nguyen tries to reason but Steve's mind is made up.

"Well, narrow down that list to fifty by Thursday by whichever means necessary- I don't care if you put all of their names into a randomizer, and have their applications on my desk. I'll see to the interviewing process myself." Ms. Nguyen's lips purse and a deep frown wrinkles her forehead.

Huh. Maybe she had a point about the job ageing her- those wrinkles weren't there before.

"I-"

"Do you think you can get it done by Thursday or not?" Steve presses, opening his planner, and paying attention to things he has to do today.

"I can get it done by today, sir," Ms. Nguyen spits out, and Steve can hear the barely restrained anger in her voice and sighs to himself. He doesn't mean to be an asshole, he just wants someone capable and sometimes being nice doesn't get you results, unfortunately.

"Good," Steve

"If that's all?"

"You're dismissed, you can go back to your station now," Steve waves his hand.

A stack of 50 applications is on his desk by that afternoon. Steve will certainly miss Ms. Nguyen's efficiency.

Curiosity piqued, Steve thumbs through the applications with the intentions to see if any catch his eye for any particular reason.

And there are some, with incredibly impressive resumés attached that Steve can't help but read through, making sure to keep those candidates in mind when he's almost near the bottom of the stack when a familiar name pops up. A name that makes Steve drop the stack back into his desk.

Y/N, first and last.

Could it be?

There's no guarantee that it's you, Steve tries to reason, people share names all of the time, even those with rarer names!

Steve eagerly checks the address listed on the resumé and breathes a sigh of relief. It's obviously not you, the last time Steve spoke to you, you were living in a completely different section of the city.

But what if he moved? A traitorous voice in his head asks and Steve shakes his head and dismisses the thought.

You wouldn't try to work under Steve after kicking him out of your life suddenly, right?

Right?

There's only one way to know.

Steve checks the phone number listed on the application and closes his eyes in defeat. It's yours, the same number you used to drop a bombshell on him years ago.

After confirming you're one of the applicants, Steve is bombarded with a lot of different emotions at the same time.

He's still angry at you, but there's also a part of him that wants to see you and how you've been, a part of him that's always wanted closure and ask why you really left him in the dust all those years ago. He's conflicted as to whether or not he should throw away your application in the trash and finally close that chapter of his life with you, for good.

So Steve does what he always does when he's in a pickle nowadays- calls Bucky and Sam. They're always together so it's like a two for the price of one deal.

"Hello, Buck? You're NEVER going to believe who applied to be my assistant," Steve blurts out on the phone.

…

"Okay, so let me get this straight. Y/N doesn't actually know that he's applied to be an assistant to you or?" Bucky asks, and Steve can hear the barely contained glee in his voice.

"No, it's never clarified in the listing. Just says senior staff member," Steve answers.

"Well then here's your chance to fuck with him the way he fucked with you years ago-"

"What do you mean?"

"Give him the job!"

"Give him the job?!" Steve repeats and Bucky laughs.

"Yeah, and just be a dick to him," Bucky continues and Steve can practically hear the smirk in his voice.

"What?" Steve asks, surprised. He thought they would've told him some 'be the bigger person' shit.

"Bucky! That is horrible advice!" Sam scolds, and it seems like someone's finally decided to be the voice of reason.

"You should be nice to him and then fire him suddenly. Waste his time like he did yours," Sam offers instead, and Steve can hear Bucky go "ooh, that's a good idea, too, babe" in the background.

What should he do? And why is Steve's heart racing? Is it from anxiety or perhaps excitement?

"Thanks, you two just told me what I needed to hear," Steve tells them, and Bucky and Sam both reply with a "No problem!" and "Anytime!" before he hangs up.

Steve presses a button on the intercom.

"Ms. Nguyen, please arrange for candidate Y/N (first and last name) to be seen in a week's time."

"Yes, Mr. Rogers." Steve smiles and thinks and thinks. There's a lot of planning he has to do.

Three days later you get an email.

"Good afternoon, Y/N (first and last),

This is Jessica Nguyen with Cap Incorporated reaching out to you regarding your application. You have been selected to do an in-person interview. Please respond at your earliest convenience with attachments of your resumé, a cover letter, and five references.

Tips for the interview: Be on time. Be well dressed.

Have A Nice Day,

Jessica

-Secretarial Assistant"

What the fuck? When did you even-?

You can't afford to leave this alone and this is a great opportunity. Forget Steve Rogers. It's not like you're going to working with him, anyway. You send back a confirmation email, and try not to think about it anymore.

A feeling of unease crawls up your spine.

Would you ever write anything with major obvious size kink? like Steve is so big he barely fits inside you? Or it hurts when he fucks you but he does it anyways? Sorry, i just love the idea of Steve being so much bigger than reader.

OKAY BUT THAT SUPER SOLDIER DICK WOULD MURDER ANY POOR INNOCENT SOUL HE TRIES FUCKING PLS

i definitely wanna incorporate this in future fics, but here's a little something bC I CAN'T HELP MYSELF AND UGH

WARNING: DARK STEVE, DADDY KINK, NON CON UNDER THE CUT. ALSO STEVE HAS A CRYING KINK. IDEK. MINORS PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT.

Steve never wants to hurt you. You're his delicate flower - so opposite to him in every single way. With how tiny, dainty, soft-spoken and innocent you are. It awakens something in him - he wants to keep you safe, protect you, take care of you.

Which is why it surprises him how much he's turned on by the image of you beneath him, crying in pain as he tries to coax his big dick into you.

"It's... It's so big, Steve." You weep, and he knows you feel ashamed, disappointed in yourself for not being able to take him. But he can't possibly blame you - he knows he's a lot bigger than average, and he's been through this with other girls he's fucked. It's always a tight fit - but none of those other girls have been as innocent and lovely as you.

"It's okay, princess. I know you can take it." Steve encourages you softly, trying to ease his dick into your tight, wet pussy. God, you're so slick, it's almost like you're weeping down there. And he's trying so hard to focus on your comfort, but your tight warmth is so deliciously inviting, so fucking tempting. "C'mon, baby. Just relax."

"I-I'm trying. I p-promise I'm trying!" You hiccup, looking up at him with bright, wet eyes. He's got you caged between the bed and his body, pinned down by his sheer size advantage over you - not to mention his power. Your tiny hands are clutching against his biceps and you're breathing hard, so obviously scared of how big he is compared to you.

"You're so beautiful, baby. So fucking perfect for daddy," Steve says to you softly, hoping maybe a bit of praise and dirty talk might get you to focus on anything apart from the pain. "You're gonna take daddy's dick like a good girl, aren't you? It's gonna feel so fucking good when I'm inside you, baby. Don't you want that?"

His dick is barely half way into you by this point, and Steve doesn't want to admit it but he doesn't know how much longer he can take this. You're so fucking perfect in every way, it's agonising to be so gentle, so slow, so coaxing. And one look down at your tear-stained face and it only gets him harder.

You're shaking your head, the burn of being stretched out by his sheer girth making you dig your nails deep into his skin. "N-No, Steve! D-Daddy, I don't think I can... OH! OH FUCK!"

And okay, so Steve doesn't completely mean to lose his patience. He doesn't mean to forget all about how big he is for you, how tiny and tight you are. He doesn't mean to snap his hips sharply, and with one hard thrust, completely impale you with his huge cock. He doesn't mean to make you scream bloody murder. He doesn't mean any of it - but it just feels so fucking good.

"Shh, shh, baby, it's okay." He says through gritted teeth, grabbing both your wrists in one of his hands and pinning you in place as you writhe desperately underneath him, your body instinctively trying to get away from him. But there's no escape - he's too big, too strong as he holds you down. "It's okay, princess. Just be a good girl and take it."

"P-Please, it hurts! Hurts so much! You're too big!" You cry, feeling like your body is being ripped in half by him.

"You can take it, princess, you can take it." Steve repeats, most of his focus is on how fucking good it feels to finally be inside you, how velvety soft and tight you are, practically constricting around his dick, squeezing him so tight and good like no other pussy has ever before.

"S-Steve..." You're so dainty and small in his eyes, like a perfect, fuckable little doll. You sound faint, like you're about to pass out from his sheer size and force of his dick - and the pleasure too, considering how you squeeze around him. And a small part of Steve is wondering why he won't stop: You're hurting her, Steve. Pull out. Slow down.

But he can't.

"I can't stop, baby. Your pussy feels too fucking good," He practically growls, increasing his pace, getting into this almost frenzied state because shit, this is the best pussy he's ever had and he can't believe he's waited this long to fuck you. He almost loses it all over again when he glances down to see the shape of his dick protruding at the bottom of your tummy. Fuck. He knows you won't be able to walk for a while after this.

He reaches down to roughly brush the tears from your cheeks. "Don't worry, baby, I'll make it up to you. I promise daddy will make it up to you."

He has all night to stretch you out. And that's exactly what he intends to do.

(a/n: LISTEN IDEK OKAY. idk what to say. i literally wanted to keep writing but i had to stop myself. anyways. um. ->requests are open<- lmao.)

Crimson Blades Carry My Blood

A special fic request for @ironlady1993​​ as reward to her winning bid on me in the For the Fic Challenge! 

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Characters/Pairings: Dark!Tony Stark/Dark!Stephen Strange X Reader, Dark!Steve Rogers X Reader

Warnings: rape/noncon, threesome, spitroasting, oral sex (male receiving), daddy kink, slight breeding kink.

Synopsis: You thought that they saved you from a man with ill intentions. But it soon comes to be that they’ve always had ill intentions of their own.

They only want to take care of you.

Chapter Length: 7,204 words

Author’s Note: Hi everyone! I apologize for the wait, but here is something for you! @ironlady1993​ I know that you wanted a little more, and I haven’t been able to fully complete that request, but I hope that this is okay! Maybe in the future I will do a part two! As for everyone else, I know people have been excited about Hunger, so I will start the next chapter! That will be the next update I post! 

You couldn’t stop twiddling your thumbs in wait, gnawing on your lip even more while you watched the quinjet hover over the landing pad just outside of the Avengers facility. Through the tall glass windows of the building, you watched from above as the blades of the flying copter settled to a stop and the Avengers finally exited the vehicle: first Tony, then Steve, and then the rest of them.

Tony decided for you to stay back at the base last minute. Just like he did the last time… And the time after that.

It seemed useless for you to even be an Avenger now, waiting behind for them to complete their mission while you sat dressed up in your own generic Avengers training suit. 

You came to the base after Clint found you in one of his solo missions. He was badly injured, and you used your supernatural abilities to heal his wounds. The Avengers recruited you in little to no time afterwards. And with no place you had called home before, it was only a matter of months before you made a family out of the heroes who took you in.

The sudden whoosh passed your ear, and you finally turned as Dr. Strange entered the room through his portal, letting it disappear quickly behind him.

“Stephen,” you sighed in relief as he approached you.

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Rough sex with dark Steve Rogers for the first time when u suddenly start flirting with Bucky, after an entire week of flirting with Steve

Sorry, this took me a little while. I hope you like it…

3.5k NSFW Sex-pollen type trope ~ Proceed with caution

You followed Bucky Barnes through the impossible labyrinth the HYDRA base posed, watching his back as he plowed through enemy agents with ease. It was impressive but shouldn’t have been surprising since he knew first-hand how HYDRA operated.

You’d been added to the mission by SHIELD in the last week along with two other agents. You’d gotten to work with the Avengers themselves all week in preparation and maybe you were a little ambitious, but you were hoping it would lead to future missions with them.

Hell, you’d trained a couple of days with Steve Rogers himself. Okay, maybe you’d downplayed your confidence and abilities to get his help. You’d flirted shamelessly with the man. But he’d provided you with insights into such missions you weren’t likely to get anywhere else and you were grateful.

Plus, the man wasn’t hard to look at.

Neither was Bucky. You tried, you really did, to keep from ogling his ass and those thighs as you followed closely. You shook your head to clear it. You were there to keep him safe.

But damn.

An explosion rocked the base not far from you, slamming you against a wall. Bucky stopped and backed up, taking up a position in front of you.

“Buck, you okay?” Steve’s voice came over the commlink.

“Yeah,” Bucky muttered. “How are we doing on locating those servers?”

“Nat and Sam are on it,” Steve replied. “But things are getting a little thick on the top levels. I’m coming to you.”

“We’re coming down,” Bucky offered.

No reply.

Turning to you, Bucky placed a hand on your shoulder. “We need to work our way down to the lower levels. Remember to check your corners and keep your eyes open, okay?”

You nodded.

Bucky had been a great comfort to you on the trip to Lucerne. He’d kept you from dragging along “a load of unnecessary shit” and had tried to put you at ease as you got closer to the site. The last hour, he’d kept you in stitches telling you about some of Sam Wilson’s exploits.

Another explosion shook the building, this one closer. You scrambled to follow Bucky up the stairs, watching the walls in the stairwell crack in fear. This is not good. 

Bucky made it out of the stairwell when the next explosion came and you were convinced at that moment you were done for. This is where you died. You tumbled backward, over the handrail and you were a good twelve stories up.

A strong hand caught you and kept you from plummeting to your demise.

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Secret Ingredient

Dark! PTA Dads! Stucky x Teacher! Reader

Summary: You take such good care of their daughter Rebecca that Bucky and Steve decide they want to take care of you too.

Warnings: NON-CON, smut, somnophilia, drugging, kidnapping, breeding kink

Word count: 6.9k

A/N: ​​@cocoamoonmalfoy helped brainstorm. Thanks!

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♦ DARK. EXPLICIT. 18+. You’re responsible for the media you choose to consume ♦

Squirming beneath the scrutiny of Bucky Barnes, you tuck a stray coil behind your ear. Sending him an awkward smile, you avert your gaze, letting it wander back to the front of the gymnasium.

The reason this is likely all in your head proudly stands on stage, perorating about the benefits of parental input in matters regarding the curriculum for the next year. Steve Rogers. President of the PTA, husband to Bucky Barnes, father of an adorable six year old…and your worst nightmare as a teacher.

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What a rollercoaster😏

𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠

pairing(s): college!peter parker x reader, dark!steve rogers x reader, dark!sam wilson x reader, dark!bucky barnes x reader

words: 8.1k words

warnings: DARK!FIC, SMUT 18+ (unprotected sex, foursome turned fivesome, gangbang, non-con/dub-con, daddy kink, oral M and F-receiving, spit kink, degredation kink, praise kink, creampie), age-gap (reader is in her early 20s), cheating, angst, there’s like zero fluff

summary: peter should’ve made it back to the tower for date night on time, or maybe just before he found his girlfriend being fucked by three other superheroes.

a/n: eee my first dark fic! im so so happy with the way this turned out, and even though it was a pain in my ass for nearly three months, im so hapy to share it with y’all. this idea was brought up by an anon from @mypoisonedvine’s saturday sleepover a few months back, but i switched up tony and sam bc i didn’t like the tony and peter stuff. hopefully my smut has improved from the first time i wrote it in january, and just a reminder that in no way, shape, or form do i condone rape of any kind. there’s a large difference from the page and the real world. i try to put all tw’s in the tags and warnings, but if there was something i missed please tell me. thank you to my lovely bestie @mermaidxatxheart for beta-reading(i have no fucking clue what i’d do without your help). feel free to leave a comment or two and reblog, but don’t repost anywhere or i will hunt down your ass. thank you again and please please enjoy <3

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Masterpiece😍😍

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Summary: steve Rogers and bucky barnes have been side by side for as long as they can remember. When a gorgeous woman from asgard comes to help and be a part of the avengers what will happen when both men fall for the goddess of purity, light, and love. Part 1

Warnings: smut! Possessive/obsessive behavior, dark!soft steve Rogers! Dark!soft bucky barnes. Death, murder, blood, all around violence.

*I am not responsible for what you consume of internet. I'm warning you now this is dark content please beware! 18+*

Stucky x fem reader

Key: Y/N= your name

Y/N/N= your nick name

Y/H/C= your hair color

Y/H/L= your hair length

Y/E/C= your eye color

Y/H= your height

The rain was heavy on the window where james Buchanan barnes watched from where he sat in his room. It was silent in the compound most of the agents and avengers tucked away in their rooms enjoying the peace of the fall rain. Then thunder struck a flash of color rang from the sky. This could only mean one thing: Thor.

"Sergeant barnes your company his requested in the main living area." F.R.I.D.A.Y spoke. Bucky questioned if he should go he was really enjoying the rain until steve came swinging his door open " buck come on! Theirs someone new here" bucky was confused by how happy and excited steve was for this new person.

When Steve and bucky finally made it to the living room everyone was there. Thor and Loki standing next to a beautiful woman. Her y/h/l hair seemed to have have golden rays woven in. Her big y/e/c eyes had golden flakes footing in them, she wore asgardian gold armor. "Everyone this is my little sister y/n, the goddess of purity, love, and light."

No one could take their eyes of off the goddess that stood before them. Buck and steve drooling over her, Loki rolled his eyes that them ogling his baby sister. "She will be joining the avengers" fury spoke from the wall he was leaning on. "Y/n here is the strongest thing in the universe we need her here." Fury spoke clear and slow in a loud yet stern tone.

"How strong is she?" Asked banner, "she could kill the universe, end time itself by a sneeze of her nose." Loki answered. The whispers stopped everyone's eyes went wide. "Hello!" Her light smooth voice shy and fragile yet deadly to the super soldiers.

Both men couldn't look away from the girl, both imaging her naked and moaning under them. Y/n had a soft golden glow that raided off of her. Steve could feel his pants tighten from his hard cock, the golden goddess made her way around the room saying hello and talking to all the avengers. Her smile was breath taking -she was polite and shy everyone asked her questions about her. "What do you mean purity?" Clint voiced, thor with his booming voice answered "she is untainted my friend. She holds the light and love of the universe" loki rolled his eyes "shes a virgin" loki summarized everyone's eyes went wide as the girl blushed and awkwardly chuckled.

Bucky was happy to hear this, that the girl was untouched that he would be the only one to taint her light. The only man who she would love, steve was thinking the same thing. how great and tight her virgin pussy would feel wrapped around his hard dick. Her moaning and mulls he would pull out of her, the strong children they would have. Her boobs full of milk he suckle out of her.

Y/n made her way to them to greet them next. "Hi, I'm y/n its lovely to meet you" she was blushing hard, her fingers fidgeting. When she locked eyes with the super soldiers her world spun yet stopped all at once. Steve's golden blonde hair and greenish blue eyes made her weak at the knees. Buckys steel blue eyes that looked like ice and his drak hair and features made her think of unholy things: like giving up her purity.

"Hi there doll, I'm james you can call me bucky" he spoke in a smooth voice 'doll' he called her doll she blushed at the nickname. Steve got furious he knew that nickname and that smooth voice. Steve had heard it a million times back in the 40s when bucky would play with women like toys.

'No shes mine' steve thought in his head. "Hi I'm steve Rogers" she locked eyes with steve once more, she was heavenly to look at and even more so now that she was up close. "Oh I know who you are! I used to watch your battles on earth when I was young" her being a fan of steve made bucky hot headed, 'no all her attention and love goes to me' he thought "you've watched me?" Steve asked y/n nodded.

"Heimdall and I used to watch you fight in allys. He always told me that you had a bright future." Steve was stunned "how old are you?" Bucky asked "oh yell time works differently In asgard so in earth years in 17,000 years old but on my planet only 17"

"You used to watch me?" Steve repeated again. But this time proud that the goddess that would soon be his used to watch him. "Yes I did see Heimdall can see anyone anv everyone in the universe, you and bucky where our favorites to watch. I'm really big fan of the both of you!" Her eyes glowed with happiness and the golden aura around her became more bright.

Both men had proud smiles on their faces, they couldn't wait to take y/n in their arms to claim and to keep forever.

Part two <3