what are some of ur thoughts on how kidnapper könig and reader meet?
A bakery. Reader have recently moved into the village, opening up your own independent solo business. Delectable, iced sweet treats that lured König inside every weekend.
And after all, König was in need of someone to warm his sheets when he was deployed. Someone to sweep his floors and shelves, prevent them from becoming dirty. Someone to add their own loving touches into his house, framed photographs hanging on the wall, decorative blankets and cushions on the couch. Someone for him to return to, passed out on the couch, snoring and drooling peacefully, delicious leftovers in the refrigerator and warm cookies left to cool down on the countertop.
He wanted to come home to you sprawled out on the bed, a baby pink negligée covering your bare body, a seductive and intoxicating smile on your face that made his boxers feel too small all of a sudden. He wanted someone to dote on him the second he came home, to tug at his belt, jerk him off until he’s slobbering all over your bare shoulder. He wanted a reason to want to retire. To relate to the soldiers at his work who couldn’t wait another day to go home to their family.
He wanted someone to carry his offspring. He wanted a reason to not be deployed, a reason to stay home, his face buried in the back of your neck, the smell of vanilla against your skin familiar and welcoming. He wanted to spend days working on the baby’s nursery, pick out tiny adorable clothing.
And you were just so perfect. So sweet and welcoming. Your eyes lit up every time he entered your tiny bakery, tipping you for being the best baker in town (even though you’re the only one).
Maybe it was your kindness, how gentle you were. How you didn’t make a comment on his height, how you treated him as if he was human. Your little kind gestures of giving him an extra freebie made him feel special. He took it personally. You lead him on, Maus.
So, when he asked you out for a coffee, and you rejected him, his heart shattered. He didn’t return to your bakery for months. Only when he saw you out with another man - your boyfriend - did he decide to take some control over your life.
You were foolish enough to let it slip you lived not too far from the bakery, just down the road. And König was sick enough to take out your boyfriend with a shotgun and snatch you, confining you to his basement in the cabin in the depths of the tall forest.
And fuck, you looked perfect like this. Your tear stained cheeks and swollen eyes, your weak arms and legs from lack of use, and the desperation in your eyes König mistook as love.
You’d be the best mother to his children, the best housewife. This was right.
In all seriousness though I’m slowly making a comeback. My blog is pretty much dead, but I plan to do some revamping (master list is top priority). Hopefully my mutuals will come back🫶🏾
Warnings: Non con, break in, somnophilia, nipple play, oral (F), slight mention of kidnapping, 18+
Word Count: 1,306
Pairings: Dark Konig/Female Reader
Summary: Read warnings, pretty much it.
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AN: Second part of the request by @maluconino enjoy!
Your apartment wasn’t something to write home about. It was small, big enough to only house you in a one bedroom. Leaky faucets and creaking floors never getting enough attention from the maintenance man. But, it was your peace from the world. The shitty, barely making ends meet, job you worked. Friends who called only when they needed you and never seemed to invite you to Puerto Rico when they went. Your apartment was the one thing you could call yours. Your safe space.
The apartment you were now, preparing for the night. You wanted to drink until you couldn’t see anymore, but had a shift early the next morning, despite getting home late tonight. You strip yourself of your sweaty clothes, promising yourself you’d pick up the clothes tomorrow. You turned on some music to drone out the thoughts of today, wanting to get lost in the sprays of the shower. It was because of this music you missed those creaky floors whining under the weight of heavy boots.
You emerge from the shower, air drying as you apply your skincare and brush your teeth. Then, fully nude, crawl into bed. You sigh contently at the cool sheets kissing your skin. You check your phone to ensure your alarm is set, then plug in your phone drifting off to sleep.
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Konig didn’t have many hobbies. In the little free time he had, he spent staring at a wall somewhere in his home. That was until he saw you. It was in passing, you didn’t offer so much a first glance as you walked with purpose to your destination. But Konig had seen you.
Your hair was combed up into a ponytail, giving him a perfect view of your pretty face. The prettiest one he’d ever seen. One that needed to be photographed.
So he followed you back to your apartment, and it wouldn’t be the last time. He learned your routine. What time you woke up, when you went to work, when you did your chores and errands. And, every night, he’d sneak into your apartment when the lights inside went dark, the only noise that could be heard are your cute, light snores. He’d pull back the blankets and start taking photos. Sometimes you were fully nude for him, other times he had to lift up your shirt or pull your panties to the side.
Then Konig needed more.
The touches no longer lasted a few seconds. He started getting bolder, testing the weight of your gorgeous tits. Flicking your clit with his finger tips. Rubbing his hard, leaking cock against your pussy until his cum covered your lower belly, letting the stick dry until the following morning. You never seemed to notice.
Everything he did was captured with the flash from his camera, printing out onto the paper that emerged seconds later from the device. He saved every prize, sticking them to his wall adding to his collection every morning before your alarm.
Tonight was no different. Konig smirked when he revealed your body under the large sheet. Your nipples were hard from the exposure, and Konig wasted no time pulling his hood up to reveal his chapped lips to suck at the left peak. His tongue swirled as his left hand massaged your right breast, occasionally playing with the nipple there.
You moaned quietly, pushing your chest up into Konig’s mouth further. He chuckled around your tit, moving to the other one. He learned a long time ago his worshipping of your body won’t wake you up. The job you insist on letting drain you pulls all the energy from you by the end of the night.
Konig finally pulls himself from your breast with a wet pop. He groaned as he rubbed his hardon through his tactical pants. Tonight is special. He’d be going on deployment in a few days, so he needed to make sure he’ll have enough content to hold him over.
Konig quickly takes a few photos of your sleeping form before stripping himself. He kneels on the bed before slowly spreading your legs. He’s seen you like this a dozen times, but he knows he’ll never get used to how breathtaking you look like this. Relaxed and content, spread pretty and wide all for him to eat alive.
And that’s exactly what he does, stealing a few more photos before lowering to his elbows and devouring you. Licking at your entrance, diving his tongue as deep as he can within your cunt, switching between this and your bundle of nerves. Your breathing picks up, grinding your hips into Konig.
“That’s right, Liebling, take what you need from me.”
You make a small high pitched noise, alerting Konig of your orgasm. He sucks at your clit, riding your high on his face, soaking him in your pleasure. He licks a few more times at you before getting back to his knees, licking his lips. He could spend hours between your legs, and he still wouldn’t have enough of your taste.
Konig grabs his cock from the base, sucking in a breath as he pumps himself a few times. His tip a deep red with a few beads of cum already leaking out. He leans closer to you, pressing kisses to your limp lips, imagining what it would be like for you to kiss him back. One day.
He finds refuge in your neck, gulping down your refreshing scent, as he rubs himself against you. Konig’s tip catches at your entrance, slowly descending as he bites his bottom lip. He’s not trying to fully fuck you. He wants that to be saved for when you’re awake and welcoming to him. He just wants to feel your walls, cum inside your gummy walls, even if it’s just his tip.
His restraint long enough to take a photo with himself barely inside you. His thick and long cock waiting patiently for the day it can sit within you, and his tip can kiss your cervix. He fucks you like this, his most sensitive part diving in and out.
Konig’s eyes are rolled all the way back, light moans slipping out of him. You feel amazing, like he knew you would. You were the best he’s ever had, and he’s coming at an embarrassing speed. His spend is messily leaking out of you. He can’t wait for the day your cunt drinks it all up, maybe even swelling with his baby. He rubs your lower stomach lightly. How proud he’d be of you if this little interaction was all it took, not even needing to fuck you properly to have you carrying his offspring. Greedy little whore.
The thought makes him hard again, jerking himself off until he’s coming shallowly inside you a second time. The camera is there in seconds capturing the sticky mess, Konig still catching his breath from his second high. He collects all of the images from the night, getting dressed and stuffing them inside his pocket. He slips into your bed behind you, letting his eyes close as he relishes in your warm body next to his.
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Your alarm startles you awake, feeling as if the sleep you got did nothing to quench the tiredness from your limbs. You reach to turn off the alarm, stopping as you feel the wetness between your legs. Shit, you must’ve started your period-
The thought dies immediately in your head as you feel movement beside you. You turn in a hurry to see a giant of a man. He’s dressed in all black, a hood with tear stains obstructing his face save for two blue eyes that stare back at you.
“Oh Mein Süßer, wasn’t expecting you up so early,” the man chuckles, moving closer to you. You don’t move, frozen in fear. “Du wirst mit mir nach Hause kommen.”
Warnings: Non con, slight kidnapping, slight mention of cannibalism, mention of past abuse.
Word Count: 1,712
Pairings: Butcher!Simon Ghost Riley/Female Reader
Summary: Reader just wants a steak.
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AN: My first COD work! Hope you enjoy, I'll be writing Konig's this week ;)
The butcher shop sat at the end of a grim road, the cobblestone permanently wet despite the weather. You were house sitting for a friend, and wanted to make them a nice meal when they returned from their travels. You knew the specific cut of steak she liked came from this butcher, and this butcher only. That’s how you found yourself walking into the lowly lit shop, a permanent whirring sound coming from the ceiling.
The man behind the counter was big. His long sleeve shirt was pulled to his triceps, showing off his muscular arms. The blood stained white apron around his body looked like it was screaming for help around his physique. You couldn’t imagine clothes shopping was easy for him.
The most peculiar part was the skull mask he wore. Eyes the only thing visible, staring you down as you walked closer at the meat selection. Nothing was labeled, the perfectly marbled meat was just neatly organized by shape in stacks.
After a while of staring at the piles, hoping wrongly they’d tell you who they are, you resort to pointing.
“Could I get two of this one?” You smile at the man, his eyes finally leaving you to look at where your finger was leading.
He pulls out a brown paper bag, thrusting it in the air to open it before grabbing two of the meat selections with his gloved hands and putting them into the bag. Hehands you the bag, a small thank you leaving your lips, and walks to the register silently telling you to follow.
You pay and leave, making your way back to your friend’s apartment. As you do, you can’t help the feeling of someone watching you. But, turning, you see nobody there. You wipe your hands on your yellow sundress and keep walking, chastising yourself for your silly thoughts. Only an idiot would try to kidnap you in broad daylight.
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Ghost wondered what a pretty thing like her was doing in this shitty part of town. He drank up the curves of her body and the way her breasts threatened to spill from the top of her bodice. But then her face, God he could cum just looking at it. And her soft voice, he wondered if she’d still sound that sweet while he pounded into her wet cunt, if she’d tell him thank you. He’d make her if she didn’t.
Ghost had watched her walk down the street through the double paned glass. He tried to control himself, he really did. But he just had to see her, and he doubted she’d be back. He was just going to look.
Until he saw the way her backside moved as she moved down the street. During Ghost’s time off from the line of duty, he thought he could suppress a lot of actions he was used to. Taking unsuspecting women, obsessing over them, worshipping the soft meat that clung to their bodies. Using them up until it was time to go, then just discarding them without a second thought, knowing there’d always be more. But when he was home, he was able to silence the voices.
But not now.
That’s why he followed her, grabbed the root of her hair just before she got the chance to turn the corner, slamming the side of her head into the brick. He picked up her limp body, carrying her to the back of the shop he owns. The bag of meat discarded where she’d last be seen.
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Your head feels like it’s ready to pop like a balloon; the pain only being recognized as immense pressure. You’re sitting in a metal chair, hands bound behind you. You can’t remember what happened, you were walking back to your friend’s place and then darkness. Had you fallen? Where were you now? Why was it so dark? And cold?
You didn’t need to wonder much longer, as the butcher from before clicks on the singular lightbulb in the room. Hanging meat could be seen behind him, his breathing behind the mask evident with the frost that blew from it.
“Where- what happened? Where am I?” Your questions tumbled over each other, fighting over who was more important to be asked.
“My shop.”
“Why? What are you doing?”
The man walks closer to you, pulling your face close to his masked one. “Need more meat for my shop.”
Your eyes widen, feeling yourself begin to hyperventilate. You start to cry as you think about your friends, your family, your life back home, all the things you never accomplished. You hoped someone would find your cat in time before he met the same fate as you.
You’re so consumed with your thoughts you don’t realize the ropes holding your wrists together are being undone. You only come back to the present when you’re being led to a bare meat hook, your feet dig into the ground as a final protest. The man easily drags you through your defiance, pulling you to your tippy toes and easily tying your hands above your head onto the hook.
He disappears behind you, before reappearing with a cleaver. Bile threatens to crawl its way up from your stomach, you swallow hard to keep it down.
“Please don’t do this. Please, please please, just let me go.” Your voice falls on deaf ears as the butcher walks closer to you with the weapon. You squeeze your eyes shut, not wanting to see your death coming. You jump when you hear a dull thud, cautiously peeking to see what happened.
The cleaver was now lodged in the hanging meat beside you, the man coming to face your front. Even on your tippy toes, he’s still taller than you. He inspects you for a second before his hands reach up and rip your dress down the middle in jagged pieces. You yelp, embarrassment and fear pooling with your headache as you’re left in just your underwear and bra. The freezer happily bites at the newly exposed skin, leaving tiny bumps in the wake.
Two rough hands squeeze your tits, playing with the nipples through the thin material of your bra. You bite your lip to keep the sound of pleasure from escaping.
“Eyes on me,” the man demands. Your eyes meet his once more. The poor lighting made his brown eyes look nearly black, the depths looking deep enough for you to fall in.
“Please,” you beg one more time.
Once again you’re ignored, your bra being torn from your body just like your dress. You take a sharp breath in through your teeth as the fabric burns against your skin as it’s being pulled taut. Your tits fall now free from the push up garment, nipples rock hard with both the cold and teasing. Your panties are next, joining the rest of your shredded clothing.
The man’s hands freely explore your flesh now, switching from rough to feather light. He made his way from your chest, to your stomach, until finally the valley between your legs. Your attempt at squeezing them shut fizzled as his arm easily held one leg in his forearm so the other could continue its delving.
Fingers met your pussy, spreading the lips to get your clit, already swollen from the nipple play. More pressure is applied and the speed is kicked up, the wet sounds not taking long to appear. You’re thinking about everything you can to distract you from the assault, but it’s hard to do when keeping perfect eye contact. You’re biting so hard on your tongue you can taste blood.
The build up begins to bubble in your tummy, causing your legs to shake and your core to pulse around nothing. You can almost see the smile behind the mask of your assailant.
“It’s alright, cum for me, I’ve got you, Lovie.”
His thumb continues to work your clit as two fingers are slipped inside you, curling perfectly to hit the spot you never can find yourself. It only takes a few thrusts before you’re creaming all over his hand, screaming as your orgasm ripples through you. His fingers continue to get you through your high, your mind completely blank. You’re brought back only when your other leg is being lifted into his other arm.
You look at him through your eyelashes, still trying to follow directions of eye contact, when you notice hurried movements at his slack button. He’s able to get them open, shoving his pants and boxers to his ankles, revealing his cock. It’s thick and long, the tip an angry red and already leaking the salty substance. He wastes no time bringing it to your sensitive entrance.
“Wait,” your pleas turns into a high pitched screech as he bottoms out completely inside you. His hips start thrusting fast, pulling you up and down his length chasing his release. The perfect curve of his member is hitting that spongy part inside you again, leaving your head to lull onto his chest, mouth open in silent moans.
Your pussy is hugging him perfectly, lubricating every movement he makes, filling the freezer with beautiful sounds. It’s not long before you’re having your second orgasm, squeezing the man tighter. He grunts low, vibrating his chest, as he pumps faster. His hips sputter a bit as he gets closer and closer, begging for the high you’ve had.
His balls are tightening as your slick drools down them, his spine prickling with the tell tale signs. He held you close to him, cock rammed all the way inside you, kissing your cervix, as he emptied himself into you.
His breathing is quick as he tries to steady himself with you in his arms, grinding into you every few seconds to make sure you get every drop. Despite what you know is best, you begin to fall asleep, your head too fucked out to stay conscious. The man stops your plan, lightly but sternly tapping your cheek. Your eyes meet his once again. He removes his mask, killing any thoughts you had at being released. His short hair is brown, matching his eyes. Scars dot his face, a prominent one above his puffy pink lips. A little bit of blond peach fuzz dance along his hard jaw.
Pairings: Undead Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes x Reader
Summary: Reader tries to move on from her dark past.
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A/N: I have absolutely no idea when I wrote this but I know it was for a challenge long closed out. I'm writing an Andy Barber, Winter Soldier/Bucky Barnes, and Ransom Drysdale series and then I think I'll start dabbling in Konig and Ghost from COD so stay tuned.
Killing someone isn’t that hard. It’s the build up that’s hard. Buying the gun, planning the murder perfectly, coming up with a story. That’s the hard part. But, pulling the trigger on the fuckers who have been torturing you for years? No, that’s the best part. Two shots and the stress and pain that plagued your life is now gone. Both of them, bleeding out on the carpet.
Your story was simple, you were acting in self defense. The call to the police 5 minutes prior secured you a good motive, along with the many bruises that decorated your body.
Their funeral was short. Not many in attendance, just you and the officer that responded to the call, officer Sam Wilson. He was your comfort. After everything he offered to drive you to work, help you move into a new place, and asked if you’d like to accompany him on a coffee date.
He was perfect. The complete contrast to the two men who you’d called your lovers in the past. Two years later and you and Sam had tied the knot. A year later and you had welcomed home a little girl named Valentina Anne Wilson. Two years after that another girl named Salem Margot Wilson, then one year after that a boy named Samuel Tennessee Wilson. Your life was perfect, and 10 years later you couldn’t even remember Steve or Bucky.
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“Bye daddy!” You and your kids waved bye to your husband as he went off to work. He’d started working night shifts on the weekends to help out more at the station. That was your husband, the ever helping man. Those were one of the reasons you loved him
You kissed him goodbye as he promised to see you guys in the morning. You watched him drive away into the Saturday night as you shut the door before locking it.
“Alright, kiddos, what are we going to do tonight?” Saturdays were movie nights after having game nights on Fridays.
“Scary movie!” Valentina ran to the back then came back down the hallway, holding a DVD pack.
“Night of the Living Dead?” It was an old movie, probably in Sam’s old collection, but you were still nervous your kids were too young. “I don’t know, V, Sammy is still only 7.”
“In a half.”
“In a half,” you correct yourself.
“Pleaseee, we can all handle it!” Salem looked at you with puppy dog eyes that she got from her father. They always broke you.
“Oh alright, but only if you guys promise to close your eyes when I say and tell me when you get scared.”
“We promise!” You smiled at your kids. They definitely got their horror movie love from their father, you’d much rather curl up with a good romcom. Ice cream, tears, and girls walking away from hot guys because they were too good for their six packs was a cocktail for a good night if anyone asked you.
Your kids grabbed blankets, pillows, and snacks as they gathered around the TV. You popped some popcorn for yourself before curling up in a blanket burrito on the sofa before starting the movie.
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You wake up to find yourself still on the living room couch. The screen was blank illuminated with the home screen of the movie begging you to hit “play.”
Your kids are huddled together asleep, and you decide to leave them. Waking them up to put them to bed rarely worked in your favor. Once they were up, they were up.
You stretch your limbs as you stand up, making your way to the bedroom you shared with your husband. You slip into bed before shutting your eyes, trying to return back to sleep.
Your relaxation didn’t last long, for you heard a sound outside. You opened your eyes and checked the clock near your bed. The numbers screamed 3:00am in red at you. The sound couldn’t be Sam, he didn’t get home until 7am.
You were about to lay back down, concluding the noise was your imagination, until you heard it again. It sounded like dragging on pavement. You got up and went to your window, looking out onto your driveway. You saw nothing, your street was empty save for the street lights that illuminated the surrounding areas. Damn raccoons.
You once again climbed back into bed and decided to ignore any more noise, the animals that surrounded your neighborhood got into the garbage all the time at night with no plans of stopping.
You continued to turn in bed several times, not able to get comfortable. You felt watched. You knew it was impossible, nobody was outside your window and nobody was in your room. You just could shake the paranoid feeling.
Then, you heard it. Breathing in the corner of your room. You keep your eyes closed, trying to slow down your breathing and heart so you still look asleep. You prayed the intruder would come closer to you rather than walk outside to your children.
You felt their movement as they inched closer and closer to you, you prepared to kick or punch as hard as you could before running to get the gun hidden in the closet. The gun you had used 10 years prior.
You felt a hand wrap around your ankle and your eyes flung open. You kicked with your other leg, hearing a loud grunt as your foot came into impact with something. You drew your ankle from the hand as you rolled from the bed to the floor, crawling up as you made your way to the closet.
When you got there however, you saw a figure standing there. You heard them cock the gun and you put your hands up in surrender. “Please, you can take whatever you want. Just please don’t hurt my kids.”
The figure didn’t move, and you couldn’t see them in the dark. You start backing up slowly, but stop when you hear more breathing behind you. There were two of them. Shit. You turn slowly and gasp at what you see.
“Steve?” The man who stood behind you was no doubt your ex lover, the one you killed a decade ago. Only now, his face was pale and looked to be decaying. He smelled awful and his eye sockets and cheekbones looked sullen and black. What the fuck was happening?
Just then the man in front of you stepped into the light coming from the window. There you saw Bucky, the other lover you killed. He smelled like Steve and looked similar to him. His clothes looked dirtier than Steve’s, but they both looked like they crawled in the dirt before coming here. You could even see bugs in their hair and clothes.
“B-Bucky? H-how?” You back away from both men, looking at the closed door of your bedroom. All you have to do is keep them from leaving the room. Hopefully Sam was sent home early. Hopefully.
“Hey, Doll,” Bucky said, never lowering the gun, “Miss us?”
“But, you’re both dead.”
“Cause you killed us?” Steve spoke up. You couldn’t say anything, just nodded. After murder, you’re not supposed to see their face again. This wasn’t high school, where you stole somebody’s boyfriend and you had to see them in the hallway later. Murder ends it all. It’s over after the gun is shot.
“Not anymore.” Bucky chuckled at your fearful eyes. Steve looked around your room. His eyes landed on the wedding photo on the wall, then he looked to your left hand where your rings lived.
“So, you’re married.”
“What’s going on?” This made no sense. The dead don’t just get to walk again.
“And you have kids.” Bucky finishes. Your heart drops.
“Don’t hurt them, please. They’re innocent in all this, I’m the one you want.”
“You’ve got that right!” Bucky raised his voice a bit, scaring you.
“Okay, okay. Calm down, just tell me what you want” If your kids woke up, no doubt they’d come in. You couldn’t trust the men who hurt you for years to not give the same treatment to your kids.
“We want what we had 10 years ago.” You blinked your eyes as you looked at the two men before you.
“I thought it was crazy, trying to track you down after all this time. But, Bucky kept saying the same thing over and over. What was it Buck?”
Steve turned to face Bucky, and his friend smiled at him. “No grave can hold my body down, I’ll crawl home to her.” Steve nodded in remembrance, and your blood ran as cold as their dead skin looked.
“Okay.” You swallow thickly. You didn’t know what they meant. “Are you going to kill me?”
“We should,” Steve said angrily, “After the pain you caused us.” Pain you caused them? They had to be joking.
“Why’d you do it, Doll? Why’d you ruin our perfect family?” You turned to Bucky as sadness grew on his dead face.
“You both hurt me. So much.” Your eyes started to get blurry as tears escaped your eyes. Suppressed memories flooded back to you, years of counseling down the drain as your nightmares came back to you in the worst way possible. You had to be dreaming.
“We had to,” Steve reasoned, “You know that, Doll. You had to learn to be a good girl. We had gotten so far, we were almost there. Then you ruined it.” He took a step closer to you. “You’ve been a bad girl.”
Your eyes widened with fear as you shook your head. “No, you hurt me. You tricked me into your house and you subject me to torture for years. It still haunts me to this day, what you put me through. Don’t you realize that?”
Bucky and Steve both scoffed before Bucky spoke. “You’re still a brat.”
Your eyes stung as you started to feel frustrated. You had to take deep breaths to keep from saying something that could get you or your family killed right now.
“Okay. So what now, are you going to try to make your perfect family again? It’s impossible, you’re both dead.”
“That’s what you think, Doll.”
Steve reached for you, his hand was icy and clammy. His touch made your skin crawl as he pulled you closer to him. Your skin erupted in goosebumps as your bodies touched. Steve dipped his head into your hair and breathed in deeply making you stiffen up.
“God, you smell so much better than the shit we were in,” Steve laughs to himself. His hands travel south until they reach your ass. He squeezed down on the soft flesh that rested below your soft PJ shorts. You closed your eyes, praying that this doesn’t last long.
Bucky came up behind you and ripped your light tank top off, leaving you in just your panties and shorts. You bit your tongue to keep from screaming out and disturbing your kids. Next he grabbed your waistband before pulling the fabrics down your legs. Steve placed his cold hands on the warm flesh of your hips, making you even more cold than before.
“Be good,” was all he said as you heard Bucky undress behind you. You kept your eyes closed as you felt a hard and cold object press into your lower back. Steve lifted your left leg and sat it on his right hip as he left a cold trail of kisses down your neck. You tried not to concentrate on the tiny movement of bugs crawling on his clothes that were pressed to your bare chest.
Bucky’s cold member, feeling just as big as you remember, pushed into you slowly. You heard him growling behind you, obviously satiated by the warmth your walls provided him.
You whimpered quietly as he moved within you, pulling at your walls the way Sam never could. You loved your husband, but even after 10 years your body held an ache that couldn’t be cured with Sam, no matter how many positions he put you in.
“You feel so good,” Bucky moaned, pulling your hair a bit, “10. Fucking. Years. Does your husband fuck you right like we did?” Your nails dug into the dirty clothes that covered Steve’s body. “God, how have you stayed so tight after kids?” Bucky started to pick up speed, your cunt leaking all around him after finally being sexually fulfilled.
Bucky started showing signs of his impending orgasm. “Bucky, not inside. Please.”
Bucky grunted at your begging, he always had a thing for that. “Why not? Not ready for another child?”
Sam had gotten fixed. You stopped taking birth control because of it, and even though you were older, you still had a high chance. I mean look at your mother, she gave birth 13 years ago.
Despite your pleas, Bucky stilled his thrusts inside you, filling you with his seed. You hoped to God that his swimmers died when you shot him, but you doubted you’d be so lucky.
Bucky pulled out of you as Steve started to release his cock from his pants. He wasted no time sinking into, using Bucky cum and your slick as lube. Steve thrusted in and out of you at a more gentle pace, but his thrusts were precise. The material of his clothes rubbed against your clit and sensitive nipples, and you were soon clenching around Steve.
He gave a long moan of your name, also cumming deep inside you. He continued thrusting to work you both through your highs. “Damn, Baby. After all those years, I really needed that.” Steve smiled at you as he disconnected from your body
You fell to your floor as your thoughts started to make sense. The two men you killed are back to life like this was some kind of fucked up zombie movie, and they fucked you senseless in you and your husband’s shared room. And you actually enjoyed it. Your eyes were still closed, you refused to open them. Seeing it would all make this too real.
“Until next time, Darling.”
When you opened your eyes you were alone. Your shredded clothes still lay on your floor, and you picked them up to throw away on your way to the shower. You needed a bath.
The whole reason you killed them was because you wanted to escape. Now you're right back to square one with them, only now you had everything to lose. Dead men tell no tales, but they know how to act one out.
Warnings: This chapter: abortion, death, overall sadness. 18+
Word count: 1,076
Pairings: Soft Steve Rogers / Black reader
Summary: Reader is trying to move on from Steve.
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A/N: This is the second and last part to my first soft miniseries. Hope you enjoy and had happy holidays; I'll be writing today.
You prayed to God for forgiveness. You didn’t want to do it, but you had no choice. You couldn’t bring the baby into the world you lived in, you’d be subjecting them to pain and suffering for the rest of their life.God understood. He knew you had made the right decision.
You and Raymond stayed together through the years he was drafted, and he sent you a letter proposing. He promised to buy you a ring the second he got back home, but he just couldn’t wait for the war to be over to ask you. You replied with yes, of course, feeling on cloud nine about the new love.
Your fellow nurses saw it, too, nicknaming you Dorothy because of how you skipped as if you had on ruby red shoes. You got sent to help injured soldiers in Germany, but you sadly never saw Raymond. You kept in touch, but you longed to be held by him.
Since you terminated your pregnancy 3 years ago, you hadn’t thought about Steve. You doubled down on your duties and your new relationship. You didn’t watch or listen to anything, and ignored posters as much as possible to avoid seeing his face.
That was until you got a letter from Peggy Carter. You were sewing a wound from a soldier when a small man in uniform came to deliver to you a letter. Inside it Peggy explained that Captain America, Steve Rogers, had been killed while in action. She was aware of your closeness, and felt it was right to inform you. His funeral would be held on July 23rd, and if you chose to come you’d be on leave for that entire week and you’d be allowed to continue after.
Emotions you had suppressed for years came flooding back. You started sobbing as your fellow nurses came to your aid. A young nurse took the letter and read it aloud before it was snatched by one of the older women. They looked at each other, giving looks, but nobody spoke up.
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You decided to take off for Steve’s funeral. You sat in the back as far away from everyone as you could and tried to hide. Tears slipped silently from your eyes as you mourned the loss of the man who taught you how to love.
Steve’s body was never found because he went into the Arctic. Instead of paying respects to his body, there was a picture of him when you first knew you loved him. Before he was Captain America. Before he was big. Just when he was still that little kid from Broolyn.
After the funeral, you planned to run as fast as you could before you could be recognized. You heard your name from someone with an accent but kept your head down as you moved through the crowd. You had almost made it to a car waiting for you when a hand grabbed your arm. You turned to be met with a woman with red lips and brown hair.
She smiled sadly at you, tears were in her eyes. She repeated your name with the same accent from before, and you nodded. “Hi, my name is Peggy Carter. I’m the one who sent you the letter.”
“Oh, thank you so much. I would’ve never forgiven myself if I would’ve missed this.” You nodded your head and tried to turn to leave again.
“Hang on! Could I maybe talk to you?”
You turned to the woman again. “About what?”
“Just about Steve.”
Your heart quickened. She knew about you two, you just knew it. Was she going to tell? As much as you hate to admit it, Steve could have protected your relationship, even more so as Captain America. With him gone, you were subject to be hung.
“I don’t know, I really have to get back-”
“Please.” You looked in her eyes and saw sincerity. You gave in with a nod, and she took you by the hand and led you into the now empty church. The boldness she had surprised you, but you didn’t say anything.
“So how did you know Steve?” You asked when you entered the chapel. Peggy sat you both down at the front pue, the one directly in front of Steve’s photo, before turning to you.
“I trained with him but we soon became romantic.”
Your chest tightened and your lips twitched. You know you shouldn’t be mad, hadn’t you done worse? “Oh.”
“But I’ve come to the understanding he loved you way more than he could ever love me.”
Your head shot up to look at her. “W-what? No, Steve and I were just friends. I loved him, but as a nurse loves a patient and hopes for his well-being. That’s all, please don’t believe the rumors.”
Peggy laughed. “Oh trust me, darling, I don’t trust any rumors. How I know what I just said to be true is because Steve told me himself.” You gulped. “I love him deeply, don’t think I don’t, so that’s why I think he should’ve stayed with you. I know you refused him, but he should’ve dropped that Captain America act to be with you. He was nowhere near living his life without you, and if I ever got the chance I’d let him know just that.”
You looked at this woman’s flushed face talking about her dead lover. Your dead lover. “Why are you telling me this?”
“Because Steve can’t. I’m here to tell you from now on, for Steve’s sake, don’t care about what other people say. It ruins relationships, ones that are the strongest in the world. Love finds a way, and I know if he were still here today Steve would’ve ended up with you in the end. And I’m happy about that, because when he spoke about you I saw him at his happiest. You showing up today proves to me what I was afraid of all this time. The love you two shared.” You blinked back tears as you looked at the woman.
“I’m not telling you how to live your life, I’m just telling you how not to live it. In fear.” She patted your leg before standing up and leaving the church. You looked up at the cross and sobbed. You let out the words you had left unsaid, sounds that fell to deaf ears.
You prayed to God for a time machine so you could right all your wrongs.
