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keeping secrets

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pairing: bucky barnes x curvy!reader (dark!soulmate au)

This is a DARK series!!! Please proceed with abundant caution. Read ALL warnings. 18+ ONLY.

updated: 08/27/22

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chapter one

chapter two

chapter three

chapter four

chapter five

chapter six

chapter seven

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[hypnoticsin]

The Break In

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

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

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

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

Divider by: @firefly-graphics

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Relax, it's all good."

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

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

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

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

“Well, she’s kinda ugly.”

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

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

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

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

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

“It's too small for me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

God, his blood

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

"What,"

"Malik, you're bleeding."

"Where's Amy? Kevin?"

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

"What happened, Malik?"

"They're dead."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He kicks forward a shovel "Dig."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Please,"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yes, you want to stay alive.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes."

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All For You - Part Four

Synopsis: You’d hidden under the radar for so long, but not even suppressants could hide your omega scent from two super soldier alphas.

Pairings: Dark!Alpha!Steve x Omega!f!Reader x Dark!Alpha!Bucky

Word count: 4,188

Warnings: only read if you are 18+, please do not read if this makes you uncomfortable, explicit non-con, kidnapping, this a dark fic so Dead Dove: Do Not Eat

Chapter Note: the storm.

links to part one, part two and part three

The tension at the dinner table was palpable, so thick you could slice it through with a butter knife. Bucky and Steve were barely containing their agitation, not even attempting to keep up polite conversation. Their faces were all hard lines and glares, cutting into you and leaving you cold. One thing was for sure – you'd certainly ruined Steve's dinner plans. But you on the other hand, you were loving it.

You poured yourself another glass of wine and settled back into your chair with it, swirling the crimson liquid in the glass as you observed the pair on either side of the table in front of you. Steve had glared harshly at you when you'd ordered the wine but for some reason he didn't object. Perhaps he feared losing his temper it front of all of these people, blood boiling enough as it was.

The intelligent, self-preserving thing to do would have been to play the perfect girlfriend and obey their every command, to smile sweetly at them and hopefully lessen the punishment that was on its way. But you also knew that you would have no other opportunity such as this to provoke them in front of a crowd and most importantly...cameras.

You'd been escorted into the restaurant with your arm wrapped around Bucky's and Steve's hand lightly pressing against your lower back. Steve smiled and greeted the paparazzi that surrounded the entrance, Bucky ignoring them as he was known to do, and you stared in awe at how many people were here trying to catch a glimpse of whichever celebrity they could. Surely this was much too gaudy, much too public, for Bucky and Steve?

As you were directed through the throngs of people, down a literal red carpet, you heard exclamations and questions about who this new girl was with the two Avengers. “Captain America! Are you finally settling down with your omega?!” When a microphone and camera were thrust over a barrier and into your face you didn't have the time to do anything other than sneer into the lens, hoping that your eyes conveyed your fear and utter rage.

The establishment did its best to keep cameras from being able to see into the dining area but even so you could practically feel that you were being filmed and it gave you a newfound sense of confidence, reigniting the dwindling fire within you. Nothing would lessen what Steve and Bucky were no doubt planning, but if you could put a spanner in the works...at least you'd feel like you'd had a fair fight.

“Where are you going, omega?” Steve's hand shot out and caught yours the moment you stood from the table. You looked down your nose at him with a coy smile.

“To the bathroom, Steve,” the invitation for a challenge was unmistakable in your voice. “I might stop at the bar on my way back though, would you like me to get you a drink?”

“Sit down, omega,” Steve commanded, voice low and guttural and absolutely terrifying. There was no doubt that he could feel your hand trembling in his, but still you continued to push him.

“Contrary to your belief, Steve, I'm not a dog. I can't just go on the floor.”

Bucky shifted in his seat, ready to offer to escort you himself. “Someone's feeling awful confident all of a sudden,” he looked at Steve pointedly and then back to you. As always there was a darkness in his eyes, but it was more malicious than ever now. It was as if he was about to tip over the razor edge between Bucky Barnes and the Winter Soldier. “It's alright, Steve, she knows if she misbehaves her punishment will be worse.”

Steve nodded and released you. You couldn't believe your luck as you crossed the distance to the bathroom and managed to slip in unscathed. You didn't actually need the toilet, you just needed a moment to yourself. When you stopped in front of the mirror and looked at your reflection, your resolve crumbled.

You hadn't even checked to see if the other stalls were occupied before you started sobbing. Tears streamed from your eyes and you were gasping for breath, absolutely terrified. How had it come to this? When you were younger you'd thought that the country would loosen up on its attitudes, or that maybe you could move somewhere more tolerant, but you ended up in a more restrictive environment than you could ever have imagined.

So distraught, you didn't realise that there was someone in the stalls behind you until they stepped out warily. It was a woman older than you, blonde hair and a wearing a smart burgundy dress. She washed her hands, glancing at your reflection in the mirror. When she stood up she towered over you and as her hair brushed across her neck you caught a familiar smell. Omega.

“Do you need help?” she asked gently, soft eyes looking you over.

No one could help you. Steve and Bucky wouldn't let you go, no matter what. But...perhaps you could help yourself.

“Could I borrow your phone?” you asked her, voice meek in comparison to her. She seemed so strong and sure of herself, you couldn't imagine any alpha bossing her around.

“Of course, honey,” she said, unlocking her phone and handing it to you. You stared at it in disbelief. Part of you had thought that Bucky or Steve would barrel into the room and crush the phone to dust in their fists, but a moment passed and the bathroom still stood.

The woman was patient as you decided what to do. You didn't have much time so you opened the messages app and typed in a number you remembered even now. You deliberated over what to say for a couple of minutes before finally pressing send, handing the phone back to her with a grateful smile. Your shoulders sagged in relief.

Back at the table, Bucky and Steve were waiting for you impatiently. No doubt they could see that you'd been crying but you doubted they cared all too much. You sat down and glared at Bucky when he moved his leg too close, and Steve when he tried to hold your hand over the table. The main meal came out and you ate little of it, sick to your stomach at the thought of what they were going to do to you. Steve and Bucky picked up on how uncharacteristically quiet you were but didn't push it.

Dessert was skipped.

Before you knew it you were heading home.

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You hadn't prepared for just how forceful Steve and Bucky would be once the door to their apartment was closed. You weren't even given a moment to take off your jacket or heels as Bucky dragged you into the bedroom and tossed you onto the bed. You gasped for breath at the hard landing and tried to drag yourself up the bed and away from them, but Bucky's hands quickly gripped your thighs and yanked you towards where he stood over you at the foot of the bed.

Steve walked into the bedroom a moment later sans his jacket, loosening his tie and wrapping the blue fabric around his fist. “We didn't want to have to force you, omega,” Steve told you, “but we can't wait any longer for your heat after what you've done. This will start it.”

Alone and away from the prying eyes of the public, all of your confidence flooded from your body and you were filled with fear. You knew exactly what was about to happen to you, you could see the unhinged looks of excitement in their eyes, how Bucky feasted on your terror, how Steve's eyes glinted at the idea of punishing you.

You tried to run, clawing at the bed and managing to twist onto your front. You crawled a foot towards the headboard before Bucky yanked you back and pressed himself against you, “Now where d'ya think you're going, doll? I got you right where I want you now.” Cold hands were on your back, air brushing across your skin as the zip of your dress was undone.

“Get off of me!” you cried, desperately trying to crawl away. Steve was having none of it and rounded the bed, large hand fisting in your hair and yanking your chin towards the ceiling.

“Stop fighting,” he commanded you. His alpha command but would have been stronger if you were mated but instead it was lessened by the distress overwhelming your mind. You were sure the room absolutely reeked of your fear, and their arousal. Steve's command served only to make you a bit less resistant than you had been before and you stopped thrashing your weight around, meaning that Bucky was able to pull your dress off of your body.

Fear overtook you and Steve's command receded to the back of your mind. You tried to push them both away from your hands but Steve quickly caught your wrists and held them together above your head. Bucky leaned down to undo your bra strap and you threw your head back, pain exploding in your head as you made contact with Bucky's nose.

The pain was incapacitating for a moment and Bucky didn't relent, even once his nose started to bleed. You blacked out for just a few moments and when you came to again, Bucky had gotten all of your clothes off.

It was a new type of debasement. You had never felt so humiliated and helpless in your life, not even what had happened to you in that cold doctor's office could match this. Bucky and Steve stopped what they were doing to take you in and when one of them gently turned you over onto your back, you were so stunned and horrified that you didn't even try to cover yourself. It was too late for regret or second chances now. You used all of your remaining energy to keep yourself from crying. Your eyes were glassy but you did not shed a tear, staring wide-eyed at the ceiling above you.

Steve and Bucky's hands roamed across your body. They toyed with your nipples and cupped your breasts. One of their hand's drifted towards the nest of curls between your legs, finger roaming in circles lazily. “Oh, omega,” Bucky collapsed his weight onto you, kissing along your neck and rutting his clothed hardness against your bare thigh.

“You think she's ready for me, Buck?” Steve asked, voice breathless and heavy with lust.

A metal finger suddenly plunged into you and you screeched, pushing away.

“She's ready enough,” Bucky replied.

“Get off of her then,” Steve gave him a firm push and Bucky heaved himself off of you with a groan. Before you could blink, Steve had taken his place at the foot of the bed. He tugged you forwards so that your legs were either side of him and his crotch was flush against yours. You wondered for a moment where Bucky had gone before you felt the bed dip above you and two cold hands lifted your head and placed you back down into his lap.

This was it. You had known it was coming and you had been fighting a losing battle from the start, and even though you had failed you smiled through your tears as they finally began to fall. You were proud of yourself, you were...you were. It was a hard mantra to keep going, but you had tried so hard.

There was nothing you could have done to stop it. Bucky's strong thighs kept you tucked between his legs and he kept your hands still and away. Steve had spread your legs so wide that they were rendered useless. You weren't flexible enough to injure him from this angle and Steve took full advantage of that fact, taking his sweet time rubbing the tip of his cock between your folds, spitting on you to lessen the friction. Even though you were an omega there would be no extra lubrication from you, not in this state of distress.

Steve readied himself to enter you and just before he did you managed to muster up the strength to meet his eyes. “I want you to know this won't change anything,” you spat at him, voice hoarse and painful to use, “that this won't get me to love you. Nothing ever could.”

Steve's lip curled and his face crumpled into the nastiest look you were sure he had ever given someone, and in one harsh movement Steve speared his cock into you.

It felt as if someone had taken an ice cold knife and shoved it into you, and you could imagine no pain that could have rivalled the agony you felt as Steve began to roughly piston in and out of you with streaks of your blood as the only lubrication. You screamed and screamed until you were breathless and your voice died but you did not move, you could not. Every punishing thrust of Steve's hips sent you back into Bucky, howling in pain. You fought to stay still as if that might alleviate some of the pain but Steve was actively trying to hurt you, to punish you for disobeying and deceiving the both of them.

So you did the only thing that was still in your power. You cried. You cried and scrunched your eyes tight, your exhausted mind scrambling for a happy memory that might take you away from this horrible place. But your past was so bleak and grey you struggled to find something comforting to cling to and that only made you cry even harder. What had you ever done to deserve this you wondered, had you been a bad and selfish person all along and this was your penance? All you'd ever wanted was to be treated the same as everyone else and this was where it had gotten you.

“Oh fuck yes omega,” Steve panted, clinging onto your body as if you might disappear into the sheets as you so wished you could. His grip on your hips was bruising but the pain could not compare to the feeling of Steve pushing against your cervix with every thrust. His guttural grunting and moans brought you back to the present to find that Bucky had released your hands and was caressing your wet face with one and palming himself with the other.

“You're doing so good for us, omega,” Bucky cooed, eyes hungrily fixated on where Steve's member moved in and out of you. A finger traced across your lips, dipping into the cavern of your mouth and you seized the opportunity, clamping your jaw tight around the digit. Bucky yelled and pulled his finger back before it was too late, the rest of his hand gripping your face and holding your jaw closed. You could feel the bone creaking under his bruising grip and you remembered with a sudden pang of anxiety that he could very well crush your skull with that hand if he was so inclined.

“Fuck, doll!” he hissed, “That ain't nice.”

Steve had a lot of stamina but the man was quickly reaching completion, something you were far, far from. Pleasuring you was an afterthought for Steve, his fingers only drifting down to your clit a moment before he came. Not that it mattered, you were fairly sure that after this you would never be able to take pleasure in such an activity ever again.

The movements of Steve's hips stuttered and he worked himself through his orgasm, coming with one final abortive thrust and filling you with a rush of warmth that made your stomach lurch up into your throat. You screeched in pain as Steve's knot formed and stretched you around him, locking him into your body.

Steve groaned and gasped in pleasure, taking only a moment to regain his senses before diving into your neck and burying his teeth into the delicate skin. Your shoulder erupted in pain but it could not compare to the horror of realising that for the second time in your life you had been marked against your will. A fresh wave of tears poured down from your eyes and you sobbed out a vicious “fuck you.”

Once Steve was satisfied with what he done to you, he pulled back, mouth bloody. He grinned at you and you recoiled in revulsion at the sight of your blood on his pearly whites. “She's better than we dreamed, Buck,” he said, eyes not moving from your face. “Don't think she's learned her place yet though. Have you, omega?”

“My place is far from you,” you snarled, attempting to scratch across his face with your nails but he caught your hands before you'd even moved, predicting your movements. Steve chuckled darkly and then used his grip on your wrists to pull your body up into a sitting position. You groaned and hissed at the harsh movement with him still inside of you, the burning and sensation of being overly full enough to keep you still as he turned you both around so that you were straddling him on the bed. Bucky moved so that he was standing behind you and for a brief moment you experienced a pang of terror, thinking he was going to use you in a such a way.

With Steve's knot holding you in place, there was nowhere you could run. You tried to lean away but your sore entrance absolutely burned from the movement and there was nothing you could do but cry against his chest. “Mark me, omega,” Steve panted, baring his neck to you. The urge to rip his neck out with your teeth was strong.

“No,” you denied him in a broken sob.

“He's not asking, omega,” Bucky said, a hand fisting in your hair and pulling your head sharply up. A high pitched wail came from you as the torn skin of your neck was stretched suddenly and your scalp lit up in pain. Bucky used his hold on you to press your face into Steve's neck but you just couldn't do it.

You kept your lips tightly sealed, your teeth clenching together painfully, every muscle in your jaw working to disobey their commands. Then, panic shot through you as Steve tried to command you with that voice that your body just couldn't resist. You had never been able to deny an alpha command before. It took every single muscle in your body to hold yourself back. For those few moments, your entire being was dedicated to this particular protest. It physically hurt to deny him but miraculously, you did. Bucky tried using his own command but you resisted that too. It sent him over the edge from angry to raging.

You stayed in place on Steve's lap for as long as it took for his knot to go down. Your face was still being pushed into his neck and you spent the whole while crying, though there were no tears now, just horrible dry sobbing. When Steve finally pulled out, they gave up on getting you to mark him.

The ordeal was not yet over.

You were yanked up from Steve's lap and held firmly against Bucky's as the blond man moved, shifting to the corner of the room so he could watch as Bucky had. You had no fight left in you as Bucky bent you over the edge of the bed, you just buried your face into the covers and tried to dissociate.

He was hastier than Steve had been, more desperate, and it was only a moment before he was in you. He pumped in and out of you in frantic movements that painfully hit your hips into the bed frame over and over again. The casual usage of your body was the thing to tip you over the edge once more and you began a sad tirade of “I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you,” mingling with Bucky's guttural grunts of pleasure.

It appeared he was nearing completion already and you were shocked that he wasn't being more vengeful. But it seemed that Bucky would be crueller than Steve by far. Wrapping your hair around his fist, he paused his movements and used his hold on you to haul your conjoined bodies up from the bed. He rested your weight on his waist as he moved, so the tips of your toes barely brushed the carpet beneath your feet. When you realised Bucky was walking you towards the window, you started to beg.

This was unhinged, absolutely psychotic. Was there not a thought in his mind that even tried to hold him back? You shut your eyes to the horror approaching you but your body shook tremendously when you felt your naked flesh flush against the cool of the window. It was raining, almost thundering, outside and even though you were barely visible from the outside, the vast expanse of New York city was perfectly clear to you. There was but a few inches of glass separating you from imminent doom.

You were forced to flatten your palms against the glass as Bucky began thrusting into you again. You could almost imagine that you were against a shower wall if it weren't for the fear that Bucky's weight pushing into you would somehow shatter the glass. Your cries had devolved into pitying whimpers. The room must have absolutely reeked of your distress. “Open your eyes, omega,” Bucky commanded and you instinctively obeyed but the moment you did, your breathing stopped.

It took Bucky a moment to realise but across the room, Steve noticed far quicker.

“Buck, stop,” he warned, pushing away from the wall.

“No way,” the other alpha grunted, so close to his finish he couldn't hear the fear in Steve's voice.

Steve hurried up to your side, palm smoothing over your hair and directing your eyes to his. Even Steve thought that this was inhumane as a punishment. He believed that once he regained his senses, Bucky might too. “It's alright omega, look at me, breathe, breathe with me, in...out...in...out...”

Your panicked eyes focused on him, on your alpha, and you followed his command, in and out, in and out, you thought of nothing but the colour of Steve's eyes. Suddenly you weren't sure what was even happening.

A loud, prolonged groan came from behind you and again you were flooded with warmth and your body was uncomfortably stretched around Bucky's knot. He dipped his face into your neck and sank his teeth in, but you were numb to the pain and horror, focusing only on Steve's instructions, in and out, in and out, in and out...

A moment later, Bucky's mind was suddenly cleared of the fog of anger and lust that had obscured his vision. “Oh no,” he gasped and suddenly staggered backwards, movements awkward as he dragged you backwards until he collapsed on the edge of the bed, you spread across his lap. Steve immediately closed the blind and then joined you on the bed. “I'm so sorry, doll, I...don't know why I did that.”

“I told you to stop, Buck,” Steve's voice was cold and bitter.

The sorrow in Bucky's voice vanished as he looked to Steve, “I couldn't exactly stop then could I, Stevie?”

He went back to apologising to you but it didn't matter. What was he apologising for? Abusing you and utilising one of your greatest fears to torture you as punishment for the perceived crime of wanting a better life for yourself? Or was he apologising for forcing himself onto you? You knew that it wasn't the latter, he only felt guilty for the former.

Steve, having been encouraged by your total dependence on him a moment ago, tried to talk to you. You didn't know what either of them were saying now and your mouth felt too heavy to speak, but if you'd been able to you would have told them exactly what you wished would happen to them, the horrible thoughts that kept you going.

You fell asleep on Bucky's lap before his knot went down, listening to the sounds of Bucky and Steve's bickering. When they noticed you were asleep the three of you settled beneath the covers and they fell silent, just watching you. “She was perfect,” Bucky smiled, pulling out.

“She was, our perfect omega.”

When you awoke later that night, the two alphas were completely passed out. You wanted to move to the bathroom and scrub your skin raw under a freezing stream of water but you had no energy for that. You awkwardly climbed over Bucky's body and wobbled on your feet. Everything was spinning around you as you pulled the covers off of their bodies, thankfully not awakening them, and then staggered into the main room. When you finally collapsed onto the couch, you did not wake up for two days.

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[sweetdreams25]

Captain Rogers' sweet girl

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

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

This is Dark! Steve Rogers x Fem!

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

Chap1 Chap13

Chap 14

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

"Are you done with your toilet?"

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

"Yes Nat."

"Did you wash all over?"

"Yes."

"You sure?"

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

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

Nat drags you into the bathroom.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Uh thank you"

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

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

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

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

The sensation is weird.

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

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

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

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

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

"Nice to meet you..."

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

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

"Scott!"

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

You go to the kitchen and finish preparing the meal.

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

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

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

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

"Please."

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

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

"Let me taste!"

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

"Aahh!"

Steve pulls the plug halfway out before pulling it back in

"Problem sweetie?"

"No Nat everything is fine"

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

The meal is ready. You serve the 3 Avengers.

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

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

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

"You know he fought against us"

"I'm sorry."

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

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

Once the meal is over, you clean up.

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

You stand back hesitantly.

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

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

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

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

You doze, not daring to move or speak.

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

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

"Are you tired Baby?"

You nod your head.

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

You blush realizing he is talking about you.

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

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

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

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

Steve gently pushes you towards Scott

"Thank you so much"

"I think he deserves a kiss".

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

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

"Thank you, Cap."

You go to say good night to Nat

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

You nod your head.

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

"But Daddy this is not my room?"

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

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

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

"I'm tired Daddy".

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

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

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

He turns you on your back and spreads your legs.

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

Half asleep you groan,

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

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

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

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

He plays with your plug a little.

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

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

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

"Wash me."

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

"You took out your plug!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[sweetdreams25]

Captain Rogers' sweet girl

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

This is Dark! Steve Rogers x Fem!

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

Chap1. Chap12 Chap14

Chap13

When you wake up, you feel something wet between your legs. Steve is licking your folds. Your body is exhausted, it's too much.

"Please Daddy, it's..."

Steve pulls you into another orgasm. You don't have time to get your head around it, Steve is on top of you. He kisses you, you taste yourself. Your legs are still shaking. You can feel his hard cock against your stomach. You cry out.

"Shh, baby."

Steve thrusts into you.

"It hurts, Daddy, please, it's too much"

All your senses are over stimulated, your tits hurt as he pinches them.

"But it makes Daddy feel so good"

Steve flips you over, you're on top of him. He pulls you against him.

"Look I'm going to do all the work"

Steve starts to thrust inside you.

"I'm going to cum inside you, and fall asleep staying warm in that perfect pussy"

Steve strokes your ass, you just moan. Letting him use your body. You're too tired to pay attention to what he's telling you.

"I think it's best you stop going to college."

You try to sit up, you don't want to stop studying.

"But Daddy I want to study".

Steve presses you against him and gives you a light spanking.

"You are mine, you will do as I say"

He picks up the pace. He brings you to another orgasm, he comes deeply. His cock is just about to soften. You fall asleep on top of him.

When you wake up you are still in the same position. Steve helps you to get up and clean yourself up, he chooses a little summer dress without any underwear, he leaves the top and bottom buttons open.  Just like the day before he makes you breakfast and feeds you on his lap. Steve wants to get a blow job but you are too tired. He just masturbates, thinking about your lips and emptying himself into the yoghurt. As you doze on the couch, Steve decides to have some ready-made food delivered, he doesn't want to cook and he doesn't want to stop fucking you and you are in no condition to make food.

"I'm going for a run, get some rest my angel"

When the doorbell rings a few hours later, you'll open the door.It's the food that Steve ordered. You receive the order unconscious of the spectacle that you offer. Your dress opens and lets see your thighs, your cleavage is well visible and impossible not to see that you do not have a bra. The delivery man must be your age, he is with a friend, they explain that they are working for the vacations and invite you to a party. You try to refuse politely but they stop you from closing the door. You end up saying that you will think about it, you just want them to leave, their insistence makes you uncomfortable.

"Am I interrupting" Steve's voice echoes.

You are relieved.The boys stammer nervously, they leave quickly.Steve grabs you by the arm. He closes the door violently.

"You little whore, you're so addicted to cock that you're ready to let the first guy fuck you."

"No Daddy" you try to protest, he hurts you.

"Don't lie to me"

Steve grabs you by the hair and forces you to look at him. What a disappointment, he owns you, he's going to make you want to lie.You cry, you follow him as best you can.

"That's why you want to go to college to whore around for a fraternity"

Steve sits down in a chair, he tips you over, your stomach in his lap. And pins you down with one hand, the other slips under your dress and lifts it exposing your ass. He pays no attention to your pleas

"Count it." He spanks you a first time tearing a sob from you.

"One Daddy." Steve slaps harder, your buttocks reddening. You do your best to count despite your crying. Steve gets a hard-on imagining the tears on your face. He digs his thumb into your butthole. You scream, he resumes spanking. Between strokes you stammer an apology.

"You are mine".

"Your pussy is mine".

"All your holes are mine".

Steve gets up, you fall but he keeps you from falling by the hair. Without any gentleness or patience, Steve fucks your mouth, forcing you to take it all. Your face is ravaged by tears and spit. He finally comes, emptying his cum into your mouth, you swallow it all.You are so beautiful, Steve almost regrets his anger. Once you've cleaned up his sex he pushes you away and you fall to the floor, coughing and trying to catch your breath. Steve leaves you there and goes to take a shower to calm down. 

When Steve gets out of the shower, he is always angry, so why do you accept the invitation of these boys. Did you invite them, what were they doing there anyway. He is disappointed by your behavior. He watches the surveillance video, he sees you resting, he sees you opening the door, accepting delivery and the boys insisting. He can see how uncomfortable you are. You didn't do anything wrong, he can't totally complete punishing you because it was way too exciting but he should have been gentler in his strokes and words.

He returns to the living room, you are still where he left you. Curled up on the floor, sobbing, your body shaking. Steve is hard again. He walks over and kneels beside you, gently stroking your hair.

"Sorry Daddy, I'm so sorry so sorry."

"Shhh my doll I'm not mad anymore"

You sniffle and try to calm your tears. When you look up Steve can see your puffy eyes, his cock is twisting in his pants. You try to speak but Steve kisses you tenderly, he pulls you to him, he sits on the couch and takes you in his lap. He cuddles and caresses you, as he likes to feel you soothe yourself against him. You fidget, Steve gets a little annoyed that you don't stay still and that he can enjoy the moment. As he goes to make a comment, he realizes that your ass must be extremely sore and that's why you're fidgeting.

"Are you in pain?"

"No I'm fine Daddy."

"Don't lie to me princess."

You shake a little at the sound of his Captain's voice.

"Yes a little Daddy"

"Get down on all fours on the couch, I'll help you, you'll feel better"

You do as he says. Steve goes to get an ointment. When he comes back you are in position, he lifts your dress, you are wearing the marks of the spanking. Steve puts some ointment on you, you shiver slightly at the contact. He begins to massage your ass gently, he sometimes spreads your buttocks admiring your vulva and your butthole.After a while, despite the pain you are relaxed, you let out a moan. Steve smiles.

"Does my little angel want Daddy to make her feel good?"

"Yes Daddy."

"You're a good girl." Steve starts to eat you, he sucks, licks and fingers you until you cum right in his mouth. Steve presents his manhood to your entrance. He penetrates you gently, you are so tight but you take it so well.In this position, your anus is very tempting, but not for today, for now you need softness. So Steve makes love to you, long and slow back and forth.  One hand caresses your back, encouraging you to arch your back to take him better, the other on your clitoris. Steve congratulates you, he has only sweet words. You cum together. When he pulls out he admires your juices flowing from your pussy. He takes some with his fingers and brings the mixture to your mouth, you lick them. He pats your head,

"You do so well for Daddy, my sweet Doll.”

For the next few days Steve remains gentle and caring. He makes love to you several times a day, of course sometimes he fucks you wildly but no more punishment. He takes care to let you sleep and to feed you. He washes you, dresses you, such a beautiful doll.

Sometimes he plays with your butthole but never more than a finger, you are not ready yet.

Steve fucked you in all the places in the villa. You only went to the beach once and that was Steve's chance to drag you off, as you held on to him he fucked you, you could see the people on the beach you were red with shame but you let him.

The week ends, it's time to go home. Steve admires your post fuck look, the marks of his hands on your body and the many hickeys.

At times he catches you zoning out, but he has fucked you stupid that you are unable to think, you are even more docile and submissive.

You are able to give him a decent blowjob, but what Steve prefers is to fuck your mouth and force you to do a deep throat.

Steve regrets having to go home, he smiles as he checks to make sure he hasn't forgotten anything. You've already checked, but he wanted to go through each room again. Each time he remembers how he fucked you and where exactly.

The return is done quietly, he fingers you to the point of making you cum, your poor pussy is ultra sensitive after having served so much.

If on the way back Steve was satisfied with a hand job, this time he gets a blow job.

Since the morning he spanked you, you're terrified of disappointing him. You can't think straight, you just want him to be happy with you. You just want to be his good girl.

Arriving at the compound, Nat is there, you can't help but feel ashamed, you have no underwear and hickeys clearly visible.

Once Steve opens the door for you, you get out of the car. Your gaze is riveted on the ground, you don't see the look that Steve and Nat exchange.

Steve leans toward you:

"Go to your room and wait for me on all fours on the bed."

You blush and nod, you don't dare to look at Nat as you pass by her.

What will she think of you?

"So relaxed?"

"Yes I found the perfect stress reliever, thanks Nat"

"I was right she was made for you."

"You can tell, if you saw how perfectly her pussy takes my fat cock"

Steve gets closer and shows some pictures he took while you were sleeping.

"I have movies too, thanks to Stark and his AIs."

They laugh together.

"I'm happy for you Steve."

"I'll see you in an hour, Nat, I have to go fuck her. I've been holding back for hours."

"Don't forget to soundproof her room."

Steve laughs. He walks into your room you are in position.

Steve climbs behind you. He fingers you a bit you are already quite wet. He quickly sinks into you, pounding you into the mattress, you collapse, only your ass remains in the air.

An orgasm runs through you, Steve comes inside you.

He continues to fuck you. He collects some of your juices that run down your thighs. He spreads it on your puck hole and inserts a finger. Steve smiles as your whole body tenses up. Steve works your ass to make it more supple.You are sweating. Unable to move, Steve has ripped your orgasm away again.

You beg him to stop. Your legs are shaking. You're back on your knees, ass up and head in the pillows. He now has 2 fingers in your puck hole.

Steve caresses your ass, he lightly spanks you. You groan.

He has visited your room so many times, dreaming of this moment.

"Steve you better come quick" Nat's voice brings Steve out of his reverie.

He pulls out and gets dressed, he looks at his cum dripping from your pussy.

"Go wash up angel and then make us some food".

"Yes Daddy."

Steve quickly exits your room wondering why Nat is bothering him.

[sweetdreams25]

I'm not fan of the combo mustache and this hair cut in the trailer of the grayman

But OMG the mustache + this hair cut and the smile 🥵🥵🥵💦💦💦🤤🤤🤤 this man could de do anything he wants to me. So i have still hope for Lloyd .

[sweetdreams25]

Captain Rogers' sweet girl

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

This is Dark! Steve Rogers x Fem!

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

Chap1 Chap 11 Chap13

Chap 12

Steve can't help but observe you. If he listened to himself he would fuck you on the spot over and over again. His cock deep in your pussy or your mouth. He also wants to fuck you in the ass. But his goal is not to break you or at least not totally.

After the meal, Steve walk you in the bedroom, your legs struggling to carry you.

"I'm going to go for a run, you go to sleep."

You don't dare to protest and you lie down under Steve's lustful gaze.

Steve observes you a moment, resists his impulses and goes running to evacuate some steam.

He can't rely on you alone for his training.

After 2 intense hours, Steve comes back and you are still sleeping. He goes to the shower, jerks off thinking about you, cumming in the shower. When he comes out he is naked, not bothering to get dressed. You are awake and can't take your eyes off his hard cock.

He goes into your stuff and takes out the white bikini, he's been dreaming of seeing you in it since the fittings.

"Put this on and join me, we'll enjoy the hot tub."

He hesitates but grabs a bathing suit and towels. He seems upset, did you do something wrong?

You put on the bikini, it's too tight, the top barely covers your nipples, when the bottom leaves no room for imagination. You feel uncomfortable, you would put a towel around you but he didn't tell you that you could and you don't want to risk upsetting him.

Steve is sitting in the hot tub, eyes closed, head tipped back.

You wait, not daring to disturb him.

Eventually he straightens his head and opens his eyes.

His cock is twitching painfully in his bathing suit. You are perfect, an angel, innocent and tempting as you like. Steve grunts with pleasure

"Daddy, did I do something wrong? "

Steve smiles at you, "No, angel. Come on" he approaches you. You grab the hand that is reaching out to you.  You enter the water slowly.

"This will do you good, your body must be sore."

You nod, the warm water feels good and you relax. Steve settles you between his legs and massages your shoulders.

He kisses you gently on the neck, behind the ear. Sitting between his legs you feel his erection against your lower back.

"be an angel and get me a beer"

"Yes Daddy"

You come out of the water, dripping, your top has become transparent. Steve can't help but grunt, he can see the color of your areolas through the thin fabric.  He has to look at you.

"Is everything okay Daddy?"

Steve reaches out and pulls you into the water and kisses you hungrily for more. His fingers pull your tits out of your bra. He rolls your nipples between his fingers. You moan into his mouth.  

He slams you against the edge of the hot tub. Steve pushes the thin fabric aside, he tucks two fingers directly into your pussy.  He pumps into your cunt, spreading his fingers like scissors to stretch your pussy.

You feel the heat in your lower belly, and you can't help but move your hips. You're getting wet.

"My little angel wants my cock."

You nod.

"Beg me, show me what a cock-drunk slut you are"

"Daddy please"

"Daddy please what? You want me to fuck you stupid, say it."

"Please Daddy fuck me"

Steve thrusts into you, he almost splits you in two. Your lungs empty under the violence.

Steve kisses you, he drinks the tears that bead at the corner of your eyes as he pounds in you without giving you time to adjust to his size.

"You're so tight, my sweet doll, perfect for me. "

Your legs are around his waist, you cling to his neck. Steve has his hands on your ass. He fucks you ferociously savoring your moans of pain and pleasure mixed together. You are putty in his arms.

He feels you are close.

"My little whore is about to cum" you snort but your walls tighten around his cock

He's bumping against your cervix

"You like having Daddy's fat cock inside you, slut"

You can only nod unable to think.

"You are so dumb"

You both cum. You let your head rest on his shoulder. Steve holds you in his arms.

He should go easier on you, you're not as big or as strong as he is. But how can he resist when you take him so well, he would stay in your pussy all day and night.  He hears you sobbing softly his cock harden inside you again.

He puts your ass on the edge of the hot tub, and lies you down with only your legs left in the water.  You are so beautiful, he pulls out slightly, the mixture of your juices flowing down your thighs.

You don't dare to look at him, your eyes are closed. Steve keeps the tip of his cock inside you, he finishes his beer. You don't move, you shiver with cold wetness on the floor. Your tits are sticking out.

Steve thrusts into you, once again. His hands play with your tits. His mouth licks them, bites them. He marks you many times. The more you groan, the faster he speeds up. He fucks you roughly.

Steve looks at where your two bodies meet, sees a bulge and pauses his hand on your lower abdomen

"I can feel myself inside you, who knew such a small doll could take such a big cock."

Steve loves to see you blush with embarrassment.

"Say you're a little slut and I'll let you cum"

"I'm a slut Daddy"

Steve puts his thumb on your clitoris and makes circles, you feel pleasure shocks

Steve fucks you through your high. He empties himself into you again.

You are semi conscious but Steve can't stop there, he has months of frustration to work through. He carries you to the bedroom and lays you on the bed. He takes advantage of the fact that you are asleep to manhandle you as he wishes.  He uses your body, fucking you several times sometimes roughly, sometimes tenderly. At times you regain consciousness until a new orgasm overcomes you.

Steve cums inside you, on you. You are beautiful covered with his seed.

He smiles as he sees your poor, swollen, abused cunt dripping with semen.

Steve takes a few pictures with his phone, cleans you up and then goes to take a shower.

When he comes out you haven't moved, the tiredness can be seen on your face.

Steve gets a pizza delivered, he devours it while watching TV. His computer on the living room table gives him access to the room's cameras.

He goes back to see you

"Hey princess, can you wake up".

You stir a little in your sleep. Your eyelids are heavy and your body is aching.

"Look at me my angel"

Steve speaks softly to you and caresses your face. "I'm tired Daddy" you whimper

"I know, baby, but you need to eat and drink a little.

 Steve helps you to sit up, he holds you against him. He feeds you tenderly. He encourages you to eat. When he thinks you have eaten enough, he puts you back down. You go back to sleep immediately.

Steve goes back to finish his dinner alone.

When he joins you later, you always sleep tight. He lies down, and draws you to him, you snuggle up to him.

[sweetdreams25]

Captain Rogers' sweet girl

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

This is Dark! Steve Rogers x Fem!

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

Chap1 Chap10 Chap12

Chap11

You are still sleeping with your back to Steve. He hugs you softly. You look even smaller and more fragile like this. So exciting. He nestles his face in your neck, you start to stir slightly in your sleep. Steve thinks back to the night before, the way your cunt has milked his dick. He probably could have been more patient but who could blame him, it's hard to resist such a perfect pussy. You have a lot to learn and Steve needs to work on your stamina. He gets a hard-on thinking about what he has planned. He nibbles on your earlobe, one of his hands plays with your tits while the other joins your mound.

Steve rubs against you. He's not sure how much longer he can resist. You let out plaintive little moans as his fingers caress your folds

"Does my little angel sore?

His fingers slip between your lips, he pushes a finger into your sex.

Steve feels your body tense, he knows you are awake, your eyes are wide open and you let out a little cry of surprise.

"You're going to take Daddy's long, thick cock, and let him play with your body like a good girl."

He inserts a second finger and starts fucking you with it. The sound of his fingers pushing into your wet sex fills the room.

"You're already dripping, already addicted to my cock"

"Daddy?"

"Yes you want to tell me something?"

It's hard to concentrate as he spreads his fingers in your sex.

You don't want to upset him, you whine.

Steve cups your face and turns it towards him. You look so beautiful with your doe-eyed look. Steve's eyes are black with lust.

"Can I go to the bathroom?"

You stammer a little.

"I need to relieve myself."

Steve kisses you, keeps moving his fingers inside you.

"Is that any way to talk, to be a good girl?"

"I'm sorry Daddy, can I go to the bathroom please? "

"That's much better, however you will be punished, do you understand?"

"Yes Daddy."

You hold back your tears, Steve withdraws his fingers in a pop.

"Clean them up."

You hasten to comply, it's weird to taste you. Steve watches you do it, he imagines his cock in place of his fingers.

When you get out of bed, your legs wobble and struggle to carry you. Steve smiles and catches you up.

"Take it easy, you don't want to hurt yourself.

Steve carries you to the bathroom

"You'll have to thank me for this, my angel.

"Yes Daddy".

You are red with shame, you wish you could cover yourself. Steve gives you some privacy.

You take the opportunity to wash up, you have the marks of his hands on your thighs and hips, your chest and neck are covered in hickeys.

Steve looks at you from the doorway. You look so beautiful. Hickeys look great on you. You mark easily he'll have to take it easy.

"You know I didn't run to stay with you.

Steve gets closer, he sticks, you smell so good.

He notices your puffy eyes. He wraps his arms around your middle and presses you against him. He stares at you in the mirror

"Hey Baby girl, didn't I give you pleasure?"

You nod, unable to speak

"Then why are you crying, it hurts"

"Sorry Daddy"

"Come on I know you're a good girl, show me"

You turn around and smile at him as best you can. He is so handsome and you love it when he is happy with you.

"Thanks Daddy"

"On your knees now, beautiful, I need your help, you want to help me don't you"

His hands press on your shoulders, without even realizing it you find yourself on your knees, your face level with his bandaged red precum glistening sex.

Steve smiles at you, he caresses your face with one hand and with the other hand pumps his cock. you open your mouth without even thinking.

"That's good, open wide."

You start sucking his cock, you do your best and you start bobbing your head.

Steve gemis he massages your neck to help you swallow more.

"Come on you can do better than that, take Daddy, all of it".

Your jaw hurts, your saliva runs down your chin and tears bead at the corners of your eyes. It's too big

You stop to catch your breath, you cough a little.

"I'm sorry Daddy, I can't do it.

"Well you're going to have to practice, I'll help you."

Steve places his hands on your head and starts to fuck your mouth. He speeds up the back and forth, going deep into you.

You struggle to breathe

Steve gets annoyed with your resistance "Breathe through your nose!

He presses hard on your head forcing you to take it all in, your nose is stuck to his pubic. He feels his cock twitch as he release his hot cum directly down your throat.

You are half unconscious but Steve is still hard.

He grabs you roughly and settles you on the bed.

You struggle to catch your breath.

"I'm sorry Daddy."

Your eyes are full of tears. Steve looks at you with his eyes darkened by his lust. You are so beautiful

He crawls to you and caresses your face gently, he kisses you tenderly, your tongues meet. He feels your body relax. His hands are now on your breasts, he caresses your nipples, he breaks the kiss, you catch your breath, he sucks your tits, making them roll between his teeth, he nibbles them gently until they point. One of his hands reaches your pussy, and gently caresses your abused cunt. You close your eyes and let out little moans. Steve grunts with pleasure as he feels your rippling body under him, you are so responsive.

"Such a good girl for her Daddy."

He kisses you all over your body. You are overwhelmed with the sensations.

He already has 2 fingers inside your tight cunt when his mouth reaches your clit, he sucks on it for a while, feeling it swell, your cunt tightening around his fingers as he thrusts them inside you. He can tell you're close.

In a pop he withdraws his fingers and abandons your clit to lick them. You let out a groan of frustration.

Steve admires the picture before him.

"My little girl wants to cum, you have to open your eyes and ask me."

You open your eyes shyly.

"Please Daddy."

"Yes my Angel use your words, tell me what you want"

His tongue caresses your folds,

You try to form words but your mind is not coherent.

"Please Daddy"

"Oh my baby is so dumb, she can't even talk, that's why you have to let Daddy handle everything"

you nod

"So dumb she can't beg her Daddy to cum" Steve to notice you don't like him calling you that.

"Come on say it again"

His mouth and again on your pussy. You try to remember what he said

"I'm a dumb baby" you cry softly, you want the feeling back, the lack is so strong

"Please Daddy decide everything".

"Good girl"

Steve puts three fingers directly into your pussy, he fucks you hard. His thumb playing with your clit.

He feels your vagina tighten. You come hard. Steve pulls his fingers out soaked in your juices. He doesn't let you come down from your highs as he penetrates you with a hard thrust. He splits you in two.

You cry out in pain and surprise.

Everything is mixed, the pain the pleasure. Steve cups your breasts. He kisses you muffling your moans as he starts to move. You feel the burn in your core. You feel every inch as he goes slowly at first. His fat cock hitting your cervix. Touching your G-spot at every thrust.

"Daddy" you moan

"my little whore, perfect for me, who takes my cock so well"

You're groaning with pleasure, moving your hips

"Virgin yesterday and already a cock-drunk slut"

You feel ashamed and sniff

The stimulation is so intense.

Steve licks your tears off your cheeks, nibbles your earlobe and whispers

"My dumb baby you're going to cum again, I want to feel your cunt milking my cock".

At these words he speeds up his pace.

He pound into you seeking his own release. Each thrusts more rough that the precedent

A high-pitched wail falls from your lips and you cum while Steve is painting your walls white and filling you up with his cum.

Steve stays inside you for a while, he gets hard again, seeing your post-fucking look.

He finally pulls his cock out, you haven't eaten since yesterday lunch, you need to get your strength up and there's still plenty of time. He looks at your swollen pussy as a mixture of your cums escapes from it.

He picks up his phone and takes a few new pictures.

Then he cleans you up and gives you a glass of water

"Thanks Daddy"

He kisses you on the forehead

"Such a good girl"

You are so fuckin' beautiful. Steve dresses you in one of his shirts, so your body is easily accessible. Your body is sore and your legs shake when you try to walk. Steve carries you and makes you comfortable.

"I'm sorry Daddy, I".

"Shhhh, I'm making breakfast for my angel, after she's taken so well my cock I can do this"

Steve goes behind the counter, he's making coffee, you're so exhausted, he smiles.

Months he's been waiting for this, he wants more, he starts to masturbate as the coffee brews.

Steve pulls out a bowl and cum in a thick jet of semen. He pours in some yogurt and mixes it all together. He adds some fresh fruit.

Once breakfast is ready, he comes to take you on his lap and gives you food. He cradles you in his arms.

He cuddles you. You don't see the dark look in his eyes as you eat his cum.

"Was that good?"

"Yes Daddy thank you"

"You ate it all, I'll make you some more if you keep up the good behavior"

After breakfast, you are gently dozing. Steve takes you back to the room and undresses you. You are shaking with fear, too exhausted to endure another assault. Steve undresses and lies down beside you. He pulls you to him and places your head on his broad chest. He intertwines his legs with yours. His big cock is pressed between you two.

"Go to sleep, you need to get your strength back."

You fall asleep as Steve strokes your hair.

When you wake up you are alone in bed. You don't know what to do, what Captain America would want. You finally get up, do a quick wash and get dressed.

You timidly go to the kitchen to make some food.

"What are you doing?"

You jump as Captain America's voice comes from the couch

"I just wanted to make dinner Daddy".your voice and barely a whisper.

"Are you well rested?"

"Yes Daddy."

"Come here."

He inspects your outfit, you look so innocent in that dress. He rips your panties

"You don't need them, no need to put them on while we're here and same with the bra, take them off."

You do it, your tits point to the contact of the dress. Steve sends you back to the kitchen.

He admires the view, he imagines himself with you, barefoot, round belly, in your kitchen.

You serve him food, and smile when he congratulates you. You are perfect, he would never have believed a woman like you at that time. So docile and so eager to please.

[boxofbonesfic]

Title: Talking Bird

Series Masterlist

Summary: Sometimes when you stare into the dark, the darkness stares back in kind. You’ve been living in hell the past three years, so you’re familiar with the look of devils—so you think. They see darkness in you, and they’re determined to make you embrace it. As soon as your good-for-nothing husband is out of the way.

Pairing: Dark!Steve x Reader x Dark!Bucky

WARNINGS: Mob!AU, DUBCON, Murder, violence, General criminal activity, Manipulation, Abuse (past abuse, but still), Abuse victim reader, Dubcon, Gaslighting, smut, unprotected sex, breeding kink, anal, MINORS DNI!!

A/N: and so… we’ve reached the end. thank you all so much for reading, so much for supporting me and this story!! i have an epilogue planned and half written, so expect that at some point in the next few weeks, but as for our main story, this is the finale. thank you all so much for coming on this journey with me! as always, reblogs are golden! divider by @whimsicalrogers​!

This is a work of FICTION, and it is Dark, so I assume once you’ve clicked through the link that you are comfortable with that. I do not give consent for my work to be copied, translated, or posted elsewhere, even if I am credited. This work is entirely mine, and unbeta’d, so read at your own risk! MINORS, DNI! Enjoy 😘

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Chapter 10: “It’s all here for you… as long as you choose to stay.”

“I am going to find you, and when I do, I’m going to fucking end you, you little bitch!” 

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[creweemmaeec11]

Pet names to use instead of "Darling,"

Got tired of always using either "kitten" or "darling" so I came up with some more and decided to share ♡

Doll

Sugar

Dear

Honey

Kitten

Peanut

Sugarplum

Teacup

Boo

Love

Lovely

Sunshine

Button

Perfect

Good lookin'

Snapdragon

Romeo

Buttercup

Gorgeous/Handsome

Angel

Matchsticks

Pumpkin

Cupcake

Sweetheart

Eye candy

North Star

Fruit cake

Muffin

Jelly bean

Dragonfly

Mouse

Cherry Blossom

Firefly

Sweet Cheeks

Honeysuckle

Dumpling

Dream Boat

Bumble bee

Butterfly

Lady Bug

Casanova

Shutterbug

Angel Cakes

Pretty Boy/Girl/One

Sunbeam

Angel Face

Monkey

Chipmunk

Chickadee

Mocking Jay

Golden Boy/Girl

Solar Flare

Sparrow

Bunny

Buttercream

Cutie Pie

Lamb Chop

Hot Stuff

Baby Doll

Carebear

Babe

Kit-kat

Honeybun

Pudding Pop

Sunflower

Roses

Flower

Bluebell

Cinnamon bun

Sweetie Pie

Puppy

Pussy Cat

Dearie

Gum Drop

Princess/Prince

Lollipop

Bear Cub

Teddy Bear

Robin

Pancake

Bluejay

White Knight

Gingersnap

Sundail

Dove

Starlight

Dew Drop

Cuddle bug

Sparks

Peaches

Sweet pea

[sweetdreams25]

Captain Rogers' sweet girl

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

This is Dark! Steve Rogers x Fem!

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

Chap1 Chap9 Chap11

Chap 10

You cry a little in the shower, overwhelmed by all the events of the day. You have trouble realizing what's going on. You get chills when you think back on the day, the way you react every time he touches you, just thinking about it makes your stomach tingle and you can't stop rubbing your thighs. Yet you feel like you're doing something wrong, Aunt May wouldn't be happy with you.

Steve has chosen the clothes for the evening, he knows exactly what he wants you to wear.

He's got it all planned, you'll wear a nice retro dress, simple white cotton underwear, he'll watch you cook. Then you'll both have dinner. He's got a nice table set up for you, and finally when dinner is over he'll take you into the bedroom and undress you and he can finally enjoy your body.

Sitting on the bed, he waits for you to get out of the shower, mentally replaying the evening ahead.

You come out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel, your hair still wet. Steve's eyes darken with desire, he holds back a grunt.

"Take it off."

You remain petrified, your arms tightening around yourself. You look like a deer caught in the headlights of a car.

Steve's phone rings. He straightens up

"Yes, is there a problem Nat?"

You swallow hard and can't hear the answer. Steve answers yes or no. He finally stands up

"She wants to talk to you".

You take the phone he hands you, he stands next to you, his presence is oppressive. You turn slightly to speak.

"Yes, Nat?"

"How are you?"

"I'm fine, thanks."

"Steve looks tense, are you behaving yourself? You're doing all the right things to make sure he relaxes and has a good holiday?

"I'm trying" your voice breaks a little, from anxiety

"What do you mean you're trying? I thought you were a good girl? Don't you think he deserves better?"

You hear the disappointment in her voice, Nat is lecturing you. You feel ashamed and hardly hold back your tears.

"You're going to be cute and obedient, okay"

"Yes Nat".

She hangs up, Steve takes the phone back. He watches you, your head down, shaking slightly as you drop the towel at your feet.

His cock twitches in his trousers, he feels a primal desire rising in him.

Steve is getting closer, you smell so good. Steve leans in and kisses your neck. His hands are on your breasts you moan slightly.

Steve whispers in your ear

"You're going to be a good girl for me, aren't you. I've been waiting for this moment for so long" his lips press against yours. Steve lifts you up and lays you on the bed.

He breaks the kiss and stands up, you are completely naked, you avoid his gaze and try to hide your private parts with your hands.

"Don't do this to me, you belong to me, you have no right to hide from me.

You put your arms at your sides.

"Look at me"

You obey

"Remember the rules, baby?"

You nod your head

"use your word, baby"

"Daddy knows best and I gotta take everything Daddy gives me"

"Good now spread your legs"

You spread them slightly. Steve smiles he puts his hands on your thighs and spreads them. He positions himself between your legs you can feel his warm breath on your folds.

"I've been waiting for this for so long"

Steve blows softly, he feels you shiver.

You smell so good, he gives a quick lick, your folds are already wet. He lifts his head to look at you, you're all red.

Steve can't wait any longer and starts to devour your pussy, you moan as his tongue penetrates you. You wriggle but Steve holds you firmly in place.

You clench the sheets with your fists. Steve sucks on your clit. He slips a finger in despite the excitement you are so tight. Your face tenses as he starts to finger you.

"Daddy it burns"

"It will pass, let me do it."

The pain subsides, Steve continues to lick your pussy. You get wetter. He slips a second finger in as he stimulates your clit. Steve plays with it inside you.

The burn of the stretch is too much and you close your legs.

Or at least you try to. A hard slap on each thigh makes you open again. You cry out in pain and surprise.

"What did I say, you want to be punished?"

You're sobbing

"I'm sorry"

Steve stretches his fingers inside you, nibbling your clit.

"So tight, I can't wait to get inside"

He starts to move his fingers back and forth, he curves them reaching your G-spot. The pain diminishes carried away by the pleasure.

His fingers are covered in your juices.

"Sing to me, my angel hold nothing back"

Steve feels your cunt tighten around his fingers. You cry out in pleasure. You drip with wetness.

Steve licks his fingers.

"You're so good, I could eat you for hours"

You slowly come down from your heights.

Steve undresses and crawls over to you.

Steve kisses your cheeks and drinks your tears. You are so beautiful, so desirable. You're still shaking a little with a mixture of fear and pleasure. It's not what he expected, but how could Steve resist.

"You don't have to be afraid of me, Baby, I'm going to make you feel so good, and you're going to do the same for me, aren't you my Angel? "

Steve stands on his forearms to avoid crushing you, your bodies just brushing against each other.

"Yes Daddy."

"You're going to be a good girl and hold on to my shoulders."

Slowly you let go of the sheets and put your arms through to hold.

"Good now spread your legs"

You do it.

"Bend your knees and spread them wide".

Steve lowers his head to look, your pussy is soaked from your orgasm.

He tilts slightly to free an arm. He lines up his cock with your entrance

"This is going to hurt a little but I'll make you feel good, if you behave like a good girl for me. "

You widen your eyes.

Steve kisses you, stifling a scream. He enters you with difficulty, inches by inches. You are so tight. It burns you, tears beading at the corners of your eyes. Steve kisses you and drinks your tears. He encourages you and congratulates you. He's only halfway in that you feel like you're split in two.

"Please stop, it hurts, please".

Steve pulls back a little. He hesitates for a moment, he is well inside you, he knows he should wait but the impulse overcomes him and as you relax a little, he pushes with a sharp blow and penetrates you completely.

You cry out in pain, but you stay still. Steve doesn't move, he waits for your pain to subside

"You're perfect for me, you take my cock so well, this pussy is made for me."

The burning sensation lessens slightly, you've never felt full like this.

"You want me to make the pain go away Baby"

"Please, yes Daddy, please"

Steve brings his fingers to your mouth

"Wet them"

You comply, when they are nice and wet, Steve plays with your clit, he kisses, sucks and nibbles your nipples. You undulate under his fingers, Steve feels your vagina tighten around his cock, you cum for the second time.

You are exhausted. Steve is not waiting for you to come down from the heights. He starts the thrusts, slowly at first.

Steve has waited so long for this moment, your pussy is perfect, tight for him. You're still holding on to him and he picks up the pace, pulling out almost completely before thrusting in.

You groan with pleasure, or maybe a little pain. Steve doesn't care. You're too beautiful, you're stunned by the orgasms and you're giving yourself up completely.

Steve feels your vagina contracting around his cock, it's not going to last much longer. Your eyes roll back. His cock twitches as he empties himself into your pussy.

He's still hard inside you. He feels his cum and your wetness running down his cock and out of your sex.

You're passed out, Steve sits up and looks down at where your two bodies meet. He does some thrusts, moving your legs so he can see your pussy swallowing his cock. The sheets are stained with semen and a little blood.

He pulls out and jerks off until he comes, covering you with a thick trail of cum.

Steve goes for a bite to eat, when he comes back you are still unconscious. He cleans you up and spoons with you. The evening had not gone completely as planned, he could probably have been more gentle but at least he went to bed fulfilled. Steve didn't think you could take him all on the first night but your pussy is really made for his cock. He hold you tight and fall asleep.

[sweetdreams25]

Captain Rogers' sweet girl

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

This is Dark! Steve Rogers x Fem!

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

Chap1. Chap8 Chap10

Chap 9

After the meal, Steve watches you wash the dishes and tidy up. He strokes his crotch

"Give me your bra and panties"

You look at him with your doe eyes, your mouth half open in surprise. Steve knows he has to be firm, you have to obey without thinking, you mustn't let fear get into your pretty little head.

He straightens slightly and raises an eyebrow. His voice is calm

"Didn't you hear what I said?"

"I'm sorry, Daddy."

You comply, coming towards him with your lingerie in hand, your breasts moving freely and the touch of your dress making your nipples harden slightly. You are red with shame. Steve admires your every move

"I'm sorry, Daddy, really,"

you are on the verge of tears. You are so beautiful like this. Steve takes your underwear.

"Kiss me."

You lean in and crush your lips to his. Steve quickly takes dominance of the kiss his tongue penetrates your mouth. His hands play with your breasts. He smiles as you let out small moans.

Steve breaks the kiss, your tits pointing under your dress. He slides a hand under your dress and caresses your folds abruptly. Steve smiles, you start to get wet and you let him do it without protesting.

"On your knees"

You obey and place yourself on your knees between his legs. You look up at him. Steve savors the picture in front of him. He can see the shivers running through you, the way you rub your thighs together very lightly, the beat of your heart. Your tits pointing under your dress making him want to rip it off. If he had any less self control or you were a common whore, he'd already be pounding your pussy into the ground. But he has waited so long, you deserve better and so does he.

"You want to help me, my little angel? "

"Yes Daddy, how can I help you?"

Steve smiles, you are so sincere, you really want to help him. The idea of you being so innocent and turning into his personal whore, excites him terribly. His erection is unmistakable and his cock is painfully cramped in his pants.

"Open your mouth and stick out your tongue."

Steve undoes his pants, and pulls out his swollen, glistening sex.

He masturbates lightly.

"You know how to eat ice cream like an adult, remember what Nat taught you?"

You nod

Steve lays the tip of his cock on your tongue

"Show me."

You remain undecided for a moment.

Steve's cock is much bigger and fatter than the ice cream Nat taught you to eat. You start by licking the tip, sucking the cock.

Steve settles down comfortably, seeing you with your lips around his cock, a dream come true

He moans.

"That's good, keep going, take me in your mouth completely"

Your mouth is perfect, warm wet. Steve savors, it's not the best blowjob he's had, but you're diligent, only half of his cock is in your mouth, you fight your gag reflex. You lack practice but Steve knows you can learn and he's counting on this week to get you practicing as often as necessary.

Steve runs his hand through your hair, stroking your head

"Open wider, hollow out your cheeks and breathe through your nose. You'll take everything I give you like a good girl."

Steve pushes your head down, his cock banging against your throat, your nose against his pubis.

His hand grips your hair hard and keeps the pressure on after 5 seconds he pulls your head back, only the tip of his cock rests on your lips. You can hardly catch your breath, drool flows from your mouth, you cry silently, tears ravage your cheeks

"You're so beautiful baby"

Steve begins slow strokes back and forth with your head, he fucks your mouth. His free hand caresses your throat he can feel his cock in your throat.

He picks up the pace, at no time do you resist or protest.

His cock is twisting

"Now you're going to swallow it all, got it?" You vaguely try to nod your head.

Steve empties himself, long hot streams of semen fill your mouth, you swallow it all, his cock remains incredibly hard and tense.

"Clean it all up now."

Steve goes back and forth a few times so you can clean it all up.

Eventually he releases your hair. Your scalp and jaw are incredibly sore. You can hardly realize what just happened. Unconsciously you rub your thighs more intensely which doesn't escape Steve's notice as he gets dressed.

"What do the nice girls say?"

You stammer a little and are a little hoarse

"Thanks Daddy."

"Do you feel better Daddy?"

Steve smiles at your interest "yes thanks to my Angel I'm feeling better"

Steve wipes the drool that has dripped down your cleavage. He wipes away your tears and places a kiss on each cheek.

"Daddy is proud of you baby. Go clean your face we're going shopping"

You nod and stagger to your feet. Steve smiles and your knees look red from being on the floor.

"Do we have to go today? There's enough food for tomorrow Daddy".

"I'd rather go today

He watches you walk away with a smile

"and tomorrow I don't think you'll be able to walk".

Steve is waiting for you to get in the car. You stand hesitantly in front of the open door.

"What's going on?"

You flinch slightly, looking terrified. Steve doesn't appreciate it, his jaw clenches. You are on the verge of tears. Steve pulls himself together he has to be patient with you, he's held it together so far.

He resumes gently

"You know you can tell me anything Baby?"

You nod.

"Can I put my underwear back on?

You swallow and look up at him

"Please Daddy."

Steve is upset, he wanted you to be available on hand. He reaches into his pocket.

"Okay Angel."

You move closer

"I'll get you dressed though"

Steve lifts the bottom of your dress, revealing you to the bottom of your stomach "hold it".

He kneels down. You lift one foot then the other. He puts on your panties, his fingers caress your legs while going up to your intimacy. Steve smiles as he sees your private area glistening with wetness. He caresses your buttocks and places a kiss on your lower abdomen.

"This pussy is mine".

Steve straightens up, making you drop your dress. His hands caress your shoulders, you have goosebumps, you are so receptive. He makes slip the straps of your dress, that one slides along your body discovering your breasts.

You hold back your dress, preventing it from falling to the ground and Steve lets you do it.

He kisses your tits before putting your bra back on.

"You're so beautiful baby"

"Thanks Daddy"

"You look beautiful and you're mine"

"Yes Daddy"

"Alright now be a good girl and get in the car"

You go shopping, Steve wears a cap to remain anonymous, he holds you by the waist and stays leaning towards you most of the time. Steve tries to make small talk but you stammer and blush too intimidated.

You put the groceries away. As you go to open the car door, Steve clings to you. You can feel his bulge against you.

"You're perfect Doll, keep it up."

You head back to the villa. Steve watches you put the groceries away in the kitchen. He's thinking about all the things he wants to do to you, all the places he wants to fuck you during this week.

"Where are you going?"

"I wanted to take a shower, can I? Daddy."

"Yes you can, I'll come pick out an outfit for you tonight".

[ms-mazarin]

Words to replace said, except this actually helps

I got pretty fed up with looking for words to replace said because they weren’t sorted in a way I could easily use/find them for the right time. So I did some myself.

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LOUD Announced Chanted Crowed

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BRUH, CHILL Cautioned Warned

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TOO EMO FULL OF EMOTIONS Croaked Lamented Pledged Sobbed Sympathized Wailed Whimpered

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ANNOYED Grumbled Grunted Jeered Quipped Scolded Snapped Snarled Sneered

ANNOYING Nagged

I DON’T REALLY CARE BUT WHATEVER Guessed Ventured

I’M DRUNK OR JUST BEING WEIRDLY EXPRESSIVE FOR A POINT/SARCASM Hooted Howled Yowled

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Reblog because the titles for each category are comedy gold.

[samthemarvelfan]

This is beyond helpful omg

[sweetdreams25]

Captain Rogers' sweet girl

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

This is Dark! Steve Rogers x Fem!

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

Chap1 Chap7 Chap9

Chap 8

Classes are over. You've completed your year without having to return to college. Nat has apparently taken care of everything. You were left alone because they had to go on a mission. You don't know more because neither Steve Rogers nor Nat informs you.

Nat came back first, she helped you to pack your suitcase and told you that she can't go with you.

Nat: I'm really sorry but I have to go back. You're going to have a good time.

You: yes, I wish you could have come

Nat: and be good, Steve hasn't had a vacation for a long time. You have to do everything to make him feel better, understand?

You nod: I will do my best.

Nat strokes your head: I know, you are a little angel. You will do everything Steve asks you to do.

You smile and blush slightly thinking about the last time you saw Captain Rogers.

Nat: I trust you that everything will go well. And if you have any questions, you ask Steve, he will know

Nat smiles when she sees you nodding, she was not mistaken, you are perfect for Steve. So eager to please, so submissive. Steve probably won't want to share you but she can always borrow a video or two.

Steve watches you get into the car. He leans over and fastens your belt. He takes the opportunity to place his hands on your chest and feel your nipples harden. He closes the door.

Steve: Nat if you need anything you call

Nat: Don't worry, and enjoy your vacation. I made sure she didn't forget anything in her suitcase.

Steve: thank you for everything I think.

Nat: have fun and don't forget the vacation movies.

Steve finally gets in the car, you are sitting quietly, your hands on your knees. You are wearing a summer dress.

Steve drives, he puts on some music. He appreciates that you stay so quiet and so wise. He realizes you've fallen asleep.

Steve thinks, he wants you to be his wife, his perfect wife and mother of his children but he also wants to pervert your body, to abuse each of you hole.

His cock twists in his pants. What he needs most is to fuck you. His hand comes to caress your knee, his fingers form circles.

Your breathing quickens slightly in your sleep. Your skin is so soft, Steve moves his hand up your thigh, slightly lifting your dress. He slides his hand between your thighs and takes the opportunity to spread them.

Steve is having a hard time staying focused on the road. You're awake and he's well aware of it. He hears you swallow as he spreads your thighs a bit more and his fingers reach your cotton panties.

Steve smiles, you don't move, you let him. His cock is painfully hard, he grinds his teeth.

You: Are you okay, Capt. Daddy?

Steve: nothing serious, just a little sore.

You : oh can I help you ?

Steve looks at you, you look genuinely worried. That's so sweet, you really need him to look after you.

Steve: yes, you're going to do exactly what I say, got it

You: Yes Daddy

He takes his hand out of your panties

Steve opens his zipper. He pulls out his hard cock, a little precum glistening on the tip.

Steve: I want you to stroke it, take it in your hands gently.

You do it shyly. Steve smiles, it looks even bigger in your hands.

He moans with pleasure at the touch of your fingers.

You: Like this, Daddy?

Steve: Yes, you're doing great. Spit a little in your hand.

You follow all his instructions.

Steve: squeeze a little harder

Now stroke my balls

Keep going baby, you're doing great on Daddy's cock.

Steve blows and moans

You: are you ok?

Steve: yes Daddy has tingles and you're doing great.

His fingers start to stroke your folds over your panties again. You start to get wet

Steven: kiss it

You hesitate, then lean in and place your lips on the tip, you do a quick kiss. His cock pulses in your hands.

Steve increases the pressure on your vulva, your panties are dripping.

He ejaculates, you moved and only a few drops land on your cheek, the rest of the semen ends up on your hands.

Steve: That was good baby. Now clean your hands.

You: Yes Daddy.

You go and see if there are any tissues in the glove box.

Steve: No baby, with your mouth, lick your fingers as if they were ice cream.

Steve would have you clean up what's fallen on his pants but he knows he'd end up fucking your mouth. For now he'll settle for this great handjob and watching you apply Nat's advice. Seeing you almost give a blowjob to your fingers in the most innocent way in the world. He would almost cum again. He gets dressed.

You : is it good daddy ?

You cleaned your hands thoroughly, you recognized the same taste as last time.

Steve: yes you are a really good girl.

Steve smiles, the cum is drying on your cheek.

Steve: what do you say when you're a well-behaved girl?

You: thank you daddy

Steve still strokes your pussy just enough to make you wet but not more.

Steve stays focused on the road for the rest of the trip. Did you do anything wrong? You have tingles in your lower abdomen, you'd like to tighten your thighs but you don't dare. If Nat were here she could help you and advise you. But on the other hand there are things you don't dare to tell her, like talking about your tingles.

You finally arrive.

The house is beautiful. Steve watches you while you are dazzled by the Stark mansion.

Steve: come on

You follow him as he enters the house with the suitcases.

Steve begins to empty his suitcase.

You: Do you know which room I can move into daddy?

Steve: I think we can share the room, we won't stay long and it will be less cleaning. You can put your stuff in with mine.

You: oh ok if you don't mind.

Steve lies down on the bed and watches you empty your suitcase, he recognizes Nat's touch in the choice of clothes.

You: I can make some food if you want daddy?

Steve: that's a good idea I'll be down soon.

As you leave to make dinner, Steve lies down on the bed. It's been months since he's had sex, just masturbating and imagining his cock in your holes. His cock is painfully hard, but tonight he'll finally get some relief. Steve is already imagining himself in your tight cunt.

When Steve joins you, you are in the kitchen, he quickly approaches you and sticks to you. You are caught between Steve and the counter

Steve feels your body tense up, you can feel his bulge against your back.

Steve: What have you made to eat?

You: sandwiches Capt, uh Daddy I need to go shopping for the week. Is that ok?

Steve can hear your heart beating faster. His hands are on the kitchen counter on either side of you. He rests his chin on your head.

Steve: It's perfect little one.

He feels your body shake, Steve holds you tightly against him, you're completely trapped.

The pressure he exerts is enough to soothe you and remind you of his strength but not to hurt you.

Steve places a kiss on your head, then on your ear. He places lots of little kisses, along your jawline to your neck. Your body becomes like clay and you moan softly. Steve loosens his embrace, takes hold of your breasts, plays with them, pats them. Steve pinches your nipples to make them point, making you squeal.

Steve: I love it when you sing to me, Angel.

Steve rubs even harder against you.

You: Food's ready, daddy.

Steve: Good thing I'm hungry.

He goes and sits on the sofa and waits for you to put the plates on the coffee table in front of him.

As you go to sit down, Steve grabs your arm and puts you on his lap.

Steve: We need to talk

You nod

Steve strokes you. You smell so good.

Steve: Are you going to be a good, obedient girl for me?

You nod

His hands are all over you, you find it hard to concentrate

Steve: when it's crowded you call me Captain and if not Daddy

You: Yes Daddy

Steve: you take what I give you, everything I give you, I know better than you, got it.

Steve slides his hand down to your panties, he smiles, they are soaked.

Steve: you're so dumbed for my cock, baby you can't talk anymore. Go ahead and talk.

You: I'm so dumbed for your cock I can't talk, Daddy.

Steve smiles, he didn't expect this but clearly his fingers playing with your folds is preventing you from thinking

Steve: my silly baby. So perfect for me.

Go get me a drink.

You stand up, Steve slaps your ass, your legs wobble a little. What a pleasure it is to see you so lost and to see you serving him

[christowhore]

First Class Fantasies

pairing: dadsbestfriend!steve rogers x wilson!fem!reader (modern au)

summary: steve has noticed your crush on him for a while now, and he decides it's time to have some fun with it. not even caring that his best friend, your father, was only a few feet away.

word count: 4.6k

warnings: smut, age gap (reader 21, steve 45) playful teasing, dirty talk, use of pet names, daddy kink, innocence kink, dumbification, public fingering, mile high club ?, panty stealing, finger sucking, degradation, praising !!! 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI !!!

notes: i'm in love with dbf!steve so i just had to write this. also this has been sitting in the drafts for long enough. i hope you all enjoy ! 💗

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It was tough being a Wilson. There were so many expectations you had to meet, events you were dragged to alongside your father, moments you missed out on with friends.

But one of the hardest was having constant contact with none other than Steve Rogers.

You shouldn't have a crush on your fathers best friend, but it was hard not to.

Everything about him made you weak in the knees. His adorable smile, his piercing blue eyes, the fact that he towered over everyone with his 6’4” frame.

The first time you met him was right before you left for college, at the going away party your father insisted on throwing for you. With a neatly wrapped present in hand, he stepped into the foyer of your family house and instantly took your breath away.

It didn't help when he greeted you- his warm palm placed gently against the small of your back, pulling you into him; while his lips placed a soft kiss to the side of your cheek. Thankfully your dad wasn't around to take notice of you unfolding into a stuttering mess.

Ever since that day, you were smitten by him. Always wondering how he was doing, if he might be seeing someone- but more importantly how his lips would feel elsewhere on your body. But you knew due to the age difference, as well as him being buddy-buddy with your dad, that nothing would ever happen between you two. So you did your best to just ignore him. Thankfully, you had college classes to aid you in your efforts. Though those efforts would soon come to an end.

Living in your own studio apartment, a few blocks away from campus, you were packing up your belongings to head back home. It was the end of your junior year and as per the agreement you made with your father, you had to leave D.C and head back to New York to spend time with him during the summer.

Going back to the city wasn't all that bad. Being the daughter of the Chief Financial Officer for Stark Industries had its perks. Your own personal driver, unlimited spending sprees, constant fine dining, you enjoyed the spoiled life.

But one thing you couldn't get used to was the endearing man who awaited you back in the city. You just couldn't shake the nervousness that filled your body knowing that you were going to reunite with Steve. He had this friendly, yet intimidating demeanor that always took you by surprise. The way he’d look at people, you swore he was searching into their souls in order to find some unspoken secret about themselves.

During the flight back home, leaving Howard University behind, your thoughts were continuously plagued with the blonde Adonis.

Once your plane landed, you made your way to baggage claim to grab your belongings before heading out to the terminal entrance. You stood there waiting for your usual driver, Peter, to come and pick you up as scheduled.

You were switching through apps on your phone when suddenly you noticed a black town car pull directly in front of you. Before you had the chance to move out the way, the backseat window pulled down, causing you to gasp at who was revealed to you.

“Everytime I see you, little one, you keep getting bigger and bigger. I’m gonna need to find you a new nickname.”

Steve beamed at you, the smile reaching his eyes. He reached for the door handle before stepping out of the vehicle, alongside his own driver. You were so focused on the man in front of you, you didn’t realize your luggage was being transported into the trunk.

“H-hi Steve,” your words fumbling out due to the effect he still had on you.

He peered down at you, both hands resting on his hips. “I haven’t seen you in months and all I get is a ‘hi’?” Before you could respond, he pulled you into him, your face buried into his firm chest. You absentmindedly breathed in his aroma, the scent of his cedarwood cologne made you feel dizzy with want.

Even in his usual attire of a three piece suit to assert his power as C.O.O, you could still feel the taut muscles of his abdomen pressing against you. The feeling made your clit throb, forcing you to suppress the moan threatening to bubble out.

Steve pulled away from you, but kept you close, close enough to where you could feel his warm breath fan across your face. “How was your flight? I know how you don’t like flying that much.”

“Everything was fine. Still a little anxious,” you began, not daring to look the blonde in his eyes, “but glad to be back on the ground.”

Steve noticed your lack of eye contact, a smirk trying to make its way across his features- because he knew all about your little crush on him.

Whenever you were back home from college, he couldn’t get enough of your wandering glances when you thought he wasn’t looking. The way your breathing would become erratic, your pupils blown, anytime he’d look directly into your eyes or down at your soft and enticing lips.

His flirtatious and intense demeanor was intentional- he just loved watching you squirm. The way your bottom lip would get caught in between your teeth, your thighs slyly rubbing together to try and quell the ache between them whenever he was in your presence. Your nervousness and obvious desire-filled gaze only spurred him on.

He knows that you’re his best friend's daughter, but his cock would strain against his pants anytime he was near you.

Steve would make sure to be there anytime you came back home from university, putting priorities on the back burner, just to be in your presence.

Hooking his index finger, he used it to tilt your chin up, forcing you to look up at him. “Don't worry little one, as long as you’re with me, you’ll be safe and sound,” he promised, his voice dropping an octave.

You stood there locked in a trance with Steve. You couldn’t help but audibly gasp at the proximity of his mouth near yours. Thoughts of how his lips would feel against yours ran through your mind as per usual.

Steve quickly pulled away from you and opened the car door, acting as if nothing had happened, “Well, as much as I’d like to spend some more time with just the two of us, your dad awaits.”

Snapping out of your perverse thoughts, you clambered into the vehicle with Steve following close behind.

Once inside, he ordered his driver to head to your fathers penthouse, then raised the partition, giving the two of you privacy.

You tried to keep your heart rate steady but was finding it difficult due to Steve being so close to you. His warmth radiated off of him, making you feel absolutely cozy in the confined space.

Steve watched as you stared out the window, the angle allowed him the glorious sight of your elongated neck. All he wanted to do was trace his lips against it, hearing your moans of desire.

Leaning over, he placed his palm against the back of your hand, the action making you jump.

He couldn’t control his chuckle at your reaction, “Sorry to scare you little one, just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

You tried to respond, but the feel of his warm palm added with his thumb slightly stroking your hand had you at a loss of words. So you did the only thing you were confident you could do, and simply nodded at him.

The rest of the car ride to your father was silent, except for your slight heavy breathing. All you could focus on was the feel of his hand, and how it never left your own for the rest of the journey.

After arriving home, you reunited with your father, the moment brief due to him being called back into the office.

You made your way towards your childhood room to get changed for dinner that he had planned for your return that night.

Summer in Manhattan was humid, so you opted to wear a cream sundress, the silk material stopping right at your mid thigh.

When you were finally dressed, you went downstairs to meet Peter who would be escorting you to the restaurant. “Evening, Ms. Wilson,” the brunette squeaked towards you while holding the backseat door open.

“I’ve told you this a million times Peter, you can just call me (Y/N).”

“Sorry ma’am- (Y/N).” An apologetic look etched on his face made you smile.

It was only a five minute drive before you were stopped in front of the establishment. Once you stepped inside and gave your name to the hostess, you were directed towards the back of the restaurant. There your eyes landed on not one but two gentlemen.

“Hi dad,” you greeted your father with a kiss on the cheek, “Steve.”

With Sam in his presence, he had to restrain himself from reaching out to feel every inch of your delectable figure. So he kept it minimal and stuck to his usual greeting, a hand to the small of your back and a peck on the cheek. “Hey (Y/N). Sam offered for me to tag along, if that’s alright with you.”

Dinner went smoothly. The air filled with laughter and your father’s usual exaggerated stories. You were finishing up your dessert when your father slid an envelope towards you, showcasing a toothy smile.

“What’s this?” you pondered, thumbing the envelope open.

“Well, you finished junior year on the Dean’s List, again. So I thought you deserved this.”

Opening up the envelope, you reached inside and was greeted with airplane tickets. Looking at the details, you realized they were round trip tickets to Saint Lucia.

You couldn’t contain the squeal of excitement at the gift. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” Launching up, you embraced your father and felt his own laughter rumble out of him.

“Don’t thank me, it was a team effort,” your father began, nudging the blonde in the shoulder, “We both thought you could use the vacation before you started senior year.”

Unlatching yourself, you went over and repeated the same actions towards Steve. “Thank you Steve.”

He felt your nipples through the thin fabric of your dress against his chest. The feeling made him desperate to know how they’d feel against his tongue. “It’s no problem, anything for you doll.”

Once you sat back down, you looked at the flight details and saw that there were 3 boarding passes. “Oh, are you coming with us Steve?” Hope clearly evident in your voice, making him smile.

“Yeah, just like you, I could use the break. Time away from the office is just what we need, right Sam?” Steve joked with your father while he nodded in agreement.

He watched Sam excuse himself to the bathroom, leaving the two of you at the table. Steve watched you as a smile was plastered on your face while you read the itinerary.

You felt an intense gaze on you making you look up, meeting Steve’s glance. “T-thank you again, Steve. I’ve always wanted to go here.”

Steve shone a sincere smile at your comment. Reaching out, he placed a hand against your exposed left thigh, his fingertips dangerously close to your core. He began to subtly stroke the soft expanse of your thigh, each rise getting closer to your warmth.

“Anything for my best girl,” he cooed, admiring the way his simple action had you frozen in your seat. “You stay in school, get amazing grades, you’re never in any trouble. Such a good girl for your father. I am so proud of you princess.”

The sudden praise that left his lips caused you to squeeze your knees together, trapping his fingers in between your thighs. You thought he was going to remove them, but he just squeezed the flesh between his hands. It was when you felt his pinky trace against the dampened crotch of your panties, that you let out a breathy moan. The sound raised the hairs across Steve’s body and made his dick twitch in his slacks.

Out of his peripheral vision, he saw Sam emerge from the bathrooms and head back towards them. Steve removed his hand and stroked his beard, acting as if nothing had happened.

“So (Y/N),” Sam began as he sat back down, “You thought about all the things you wanted to do once we’re down there?”

Steve watched as you tried to form a coherent sentence, still too flustered at his actions.

While you were conversing with your father, Steve brought the pad of his moist digit to his mouth, elusively tasting your essence that clung to his finger. It was only a drop, but your sweetness quickly sent him into a frenzy, and he knew he needed to taste you a little bit more.

It had been 3 weeks since that dinner and you were heading towards the airport, sitting next to your father. Your father insisted on taking a red eye flight so that you could arrive at Saint Lucia in the morning, planning for the sun to greet you when you all land on the island.

Once the two of you arrived and made your way inside, you were greeted with the sight of Steve.

Forgoing his usual attire of tailored suits, Steve was dressed in a pair of fitting blue jeans. A navy bomber jacket fit snug around his arms overtop a white tee that defined every ridge of his muscles underneath.

“You two ready to start our vacation?”

After dropping off your luggage and showing your boarding passes, the three of you made your way towards first class. Upon inspection, you saw that two seats were together in their enclosed space, leaving one to be seated by a stranger.

“I can sit with (Y/N),” Steve piped, “You know how anxious she gets when flying.”

“Thanks man,” your father said before turning to you. “It’ll only be a couple of hours, okay?”

You nodded along to your father, “Yeah, I’ll be fine, don’t you worry.”

Steve helped you put your carry on in the overhead compartment before sliding in beside you.

The exhausted flight attendants did their required monologues before the aircraft took off, lifting you into the sky.

You hadn’t realized your eyes were clamped shut and you were grasping onto the arm rest until Steve caressed your hand. “It’s okay princess, the hard part is over. You can relax now,” his smooth voice calmed your frayed nerves, allowing you to sink into the plush seats.

The stewardess began to pass out blankets to every occupant before powering down the overhead lights, the plane darkened only being lit with various phone and laptop screens from other passengers.

“These blankets are pretty big, do you wanna just share one?” Steve questioned, hopeful that you would say yes, which you did.

He draped the material over your lower half, making sure you had plenty of room before covering himself.

You sat up and looked towards your father, who was already fast asleep. “Of course he’s already down for the count. He can sleep through anything.”

Steve looked over to make sure his best friend was sound asleep before filthy thoughts plagued his mind.

“You know, if you want,” Steve began, leading his hand under the blanket to rest upon your bare thigh, “I know of a way that could get you to sleep soundly.”

Your breath caught in your throat as you stared up at the man. “Steve, I-“

“Shh, princess. Don’t want to wake him up now do we?”

You shook your head at him while trying to not squeeze your thighs once more.

“I know all about your little crush on me. You think I can’t tell how wet I make you with just a simple look.” Steve began to caress your thigh making your body feel hot from his touch.

“You can’t even look at me without turning into a stuttering mess,” he mocked you, his teasing touch sending shockwaves throughout your body.

He leaned towards you, his lips ghosting along the shell of your ear while his breath danced along the nape of your neck. “Y’know, you may be a smart and studious girl, but to me you’ll just be a dumb little slut that I have wrapped around my finger.”

A loud gasp escaped your lips at his crude words before you could clamp your hand over your mouth.

Steve removed his hand from you once more causing a pathetic whine to leave you, but still maintaining his close proximity. Looking up at him with pleading eyes, you silently begged him to keep his previous motions going.

“If you want it, I need to hear you say it,” he whispered to you, “Beg for it.”

Your chest rapidly rose and fell due to the events unfolding. This was the moment you’ve been waiting for for years, now that you finally have it, you weren’t going to pass it up.

“Please, Steve. I need you. Please touch me.”

Upon hearing your pleas, Steve twisted his body to bring his left hand down towards your legs, his right hand intertwining with yours. Moving his hand underneath your skirt, he was met with the same wetness he felt back in the restaurant.

“Be quiet, don’t make a sound, or I’m removing my hand and you’ll have to finish yourself off, do you understand me?” his authoritative voice had you nodding in a frenzy.

Steve slipped his finger into your panties, pushing them to the side so he could open you up to him. “Spread your legs for me some more.”

Complying with his request, you spread your legs as wide as possible in your chair.

“Good girl,” he purred, “Always so good for me.”

Your right hand flew to your mouth once again to suppress the moans threatening to escape. Steve’s index finger traced through your slick folds until it reached your puffy mound. He softly circled your clit, smiling as he felt you buck into his touch.

“Such a needy little thing, I’m guessing it’s been a long time since somebody’s touched this sweet cunt, huh?”

Steve felt your body stiffen at his words. Looking up, he watched you avoid his eye contact and that’s when reality struck him. “Oh.”

Steve knew that you had always focused on schoolwork, never seeking out romantic partnership. But he assumed that would've changed once you had gone off to college and was free of your fathers watchful eye.

“Let me guess, saving yourself for me princess?” Steve joked.

It was true. Whenever you thought about getting intimate with someone, your thoughts would be riddled with images of Steve. You could never see yourself laying down with anyone else but him, so you wishfully held on to your virginity, in hopes of this rare moment occurring.

Forcing yourself to look into his crystal blue eyes, you meekly responded, “Yes Steve, all for you.”

Carnal desire flooded the man at your confession.

He cupped your heat with his entire hand, soaking his palm in your juices. “Fuck princess, I can’t wait to ruin you.”

You felt a slight pressure at your opening, causing you to squirm away in your seat. “It’s alright, doll, just relax for me.”

Taking a deep breath, you calmed your nerves.

Steve soaked his digits more in your essence before sticking his thick index finger in your sopping hole. He was met with obvious resistance which he powered through until meeting your spongy spot deep within.

“Oh fuck, Steve,” you breathlessly moaned out.

“I know sweetheart,” Steve cooed in your ear, “Feels so good, doesn’t it? Feels like heaven having my finger deep inside your tight cunt.”

He continued to pump his digit inside of you, the muffled sounds of your squelching heat brought a smile to his face.

You felt every ridge of his finger inside of you. It was a strange feeling at first, but the way he was curling it had your eyes crossing. The discomfort faded away, now all you wanted was more. “Please Steve,” you pleaded out.

“Aww princess, do you need more of Daddy's fingers fucking your filthy cunt?”

You did everything in your power not to scream out your pleas to the man next to you. “Yes, Daddy. I need more.”

Steve's cock was already testing the material of his briefs, but the way ‘Daddy’ rolled off your tongue had him close to ruining his jeans.

Not giving you any warning, he shoved his middle finger alongside your heat. A loud moan made its way into the air, halting his actions.

The two of you rapidly looked around, hoping that no one heard you. Steve looked forward at Sam and sighed in relief when he saw he was still fast asleep.

“Looks like fun time is over sweetheart,” he sighed before he began to remove himself from you. His actions were halted when he felt your hand latch onto his wrist.

“Please don't stop. I’m so sorry, I didn't mean to!”

Steve shook his head, “Princess, I had the one rule and your dumb brain couldn't even follow that.” Frustration was evident in his hushed tone.

You were riddled with so much need and desire that tears threatened to fall from your eyes. “Please, I’ll be good. I promise.”

He didn’t want to stop, not after he saw how hot you looked when he was stroking your g-spot. But he needed to make sure you didn’t disobey him again. Pretending to ponder his thoughts, he looked at you, “Fine, but you only get one more chance. Okay, princess?”

You frantically nodded, desperate for him to resume his lewd actions.

“Good girl,” grinned the blonde, “but I just need to do one more thing to make sure not a peep comes out.”

Steve moved his hand to the top of your panties before tugging at them. He raised an eyebrow, a silent request sent your way to lift your ass from the seats to assist his efforts. Once the flimsy material was down your legs, he brought them out from under the blankets and balled them into his fist. “Open up.”

Opening up your jaw, you watched as he stuffed your wet panties into your mouth, muffling all sounds that dared to come out.

Looking up at Steve, you could barely see his face but you could see that his pupils were completely blown out, almost all of the usual blue gone.

“Now, where were we?”

Not wanting to waste anymore time, he shoved the two digits back into your cunt, a slight burn ran through your core.

His pace was brutal, desperate even. Steve needed to watch you unravel before him. He needed to be the first man to make you cum; glad that you never let any of those young college boys try- and inevitably fail, at helping you reach your peak.

Steve felt you lace your fingers back with his free hand and squeeze, in an effort to try and balance yourself.

“That’s it baby, you’re doing such a good job for me.”

Feeling daring, he prodded his ring finger and sank it within you along with the others. “Oh fuck, baby. Your pussy is squeezing the life out of my fingers, can’t even imagine how it’ll feel once I get my cock inside of you.”

The tears that filled your eyes prior began to fall due to the immense pleasure you were experiencing. “Mhm, ughh,” you tried speaking but it only came out of a mumbled mess.

“Don’t overwork that stupid brain of yours baby. Just focus on cumming on my fingers, that’s all you need to worry about right now.”

Steve could tell you were close with how your walls were contracting against him, so he went all in, in an effort to get you creaming around his fingers.

Raising his thumb, he applied just the right amount of pressure to your little numb and began circling it.

The insane amount of glee you began to feel was indescribable. Your head tilted back, your eyes crossed, your thighs that began to close were suddenly held back Steve’s legs, leaving you helpless against his attacks.

Steve noticed dribbles of drools leak from the side of your mouth, a cheshire-like smile had his cheeks sting at the expanse.

Leaning directly until his lips ghosted your ear once more, he softly spoke.

“That’s it baby.”

“Be a good girl and cum on Daddy’s fingers.”

“Once you cum on my fingers, the next time it’ll be wrapped around my thick cock.”

“Don’t think, let your mind go dumb like it’s supposed to.”

“Cause that’s all you really are, right?”

“My dumb. Mindless. Little. Slut.”

The newfound sensation hit you like a truck. Your eyes rolled to the back of your skull. Your toes curled in your platforms. Nose, eyes, and mouth contorting, trying to work through your orgasm.

Steve picked up on a scream about to escape you, so he unlaced his fingers from yours and clasped his hand over your mouth, preventing you from waking up the whole plane.

Locking his eyes with yours, he continued to finger fuck you through your release. “That’s it. That's it, princess. You did so well for me.”

As you came down from your high, the feeling started to become too much, overstimulation taking hold. You began to squirm away from his touch, causing him to chuckle before removing his digits.

When he brought his hand out from under the blanket, you saw his fingers soaked in your essence, shining from the stray lights littered across the plane.

Steve popped his index and middle finger into his mouth, groaning at your sweet taste; his eyes shutting in the process. “You taste so fucking delicious,” he mumbled through his fingers.

You watched as he lapped every drop of your juices from his digits before he looked back at you.

He took away his hand from your mouth and pulled out your soaked panties. “Here, have a taste,” Steve spoke before shoving his ring finger down your throat.

You were caught off guard due to the sudden intrusion, but regained your senses while sucking yourself off of his finger. Your tongue glided across the digit, gulping down your essence.

Steve watched with contentment as you cleaned him up. He saw how your eyelids were hooded, indicating you were exhausted from your release.

Pulling his finger from your mouth, he grasped your jaw to direct your face to his, his thumb wiping away your stray tears. “I hope you know I plan on taking you apart every chance I get during this trip, princess. Now get some sleep, we have a big week ahead of us.”

Leaning back into his chair, he stuffed your panties into his jeans and laid his head against the headrest.

You were so overwhelmed with fatigue that you had no trouble getting to sleep. Resting your head against the blondes shoulder, you drifted away, a content smile on your face.

Steve sat back and enjoyed your warmth; forcing himself to forget all about his own aching and leaking cock. He knew there was no going back now. He had a taste of you and instantly became hooked. Just like he ruined all men for you, you ruined all other women for him.

With his thoughts filled with you, he let sleep consume him and the promise of an eventful trip with you by his side.

A/N: i wrote this when i should’ve been finishing my 9 other wips, but here we go. y’all know in crazy rich asians, how they had the semi private enclosed seats. that’s where this takes place.

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[sweetdreams25]

Captain Rogers' sweet girl

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

This is Dark! Steve Rogers x Fem!

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

Chap1. Chap2. Chap3. Chap4 Chap5. Chap6 Chap8

Chap 7

The following days, you stay at the compound. Nat and Steve take care of you. You are in shock and keep apologizing. The ankle injury is not serious and Dr. Banner comes to see you, he just prescribes rest and an ointment with a bandage. He also prescribed a small relaxant because you have nightmares and small panic attacks.

You are drowsy

Steve: time to put the cream back on.

He sits down with his back to you, and starts to undo the bandage. His hands are incredibly delicate despite their strength. The warmth of his fingers on your skin makes you shiver.

He moves your ankle slightly, when he feels you react to the pain, he stops. He turns around and your eyes are half-open. You blush and avoid his gaze.

Steve stares at you. He starts to apply the ointment, paying attention to your every reaction, even the most minimal. He changes places and his hands massage your calf.Steve runs his hands up your leg. He continues his massage.

His hands are now on your thighs. You are wearing a light dress, and Steve has pulled the fabric up. Your eyes are closed, and you feel chills every time his hands caress your inner thigh.

You feel his breath on your face. You open your eyes again. Steve's eyes are black with lust. His face is inches from yours. Your breathing quickens. Steve is almost on top of you, your chest almost brushing against him as it rises. His hands are on your thigh.

The hand on the outside of your thigh leaves your leg and caresses your face. Steve places his fingers on your lips and strokes them.

Steve: You are so beautiful,

He forces his fingers into your mouth. You suck on them without thinking. He moves his fingers in and out of your mouth.

Steve: Such a good girl for me, so sweet.

He finally pulls them out, you look at him with doe eyes. He wipes his fingers on your lips. Before you can close your mouth. Steve presses his lips to yours, his tongue enters your mouth. You kiss him back. His hands graze your breasts, you let out little moans. You remember his comment, you put your hands around his neck, Steve feels your fingers on his neck and hair. His kiss becomes more urgent.Steve slides his hand between your thighs to your panties. You feel tingles in your belly. You feel hot. Steve's kiss is powerful, dominant, totally in control. You tighten your legs and place your hand on his bicep, to stop him.

Steve stops the kiss, you catch your breath. His eyes are black with anger.

Steve: Don't ever do that again.

His hand grips your chin and forces you to look at him. You start to cry. He hurts you. Panic overcomes you and you stammer an apology.

Steve softens, strokes your face

Steve: Shhhh, breathe, you couldn't know. Next time you'll know and you won't stop me. Don't cry, I'm not angry anymore. That's the rule, you understand, you take what I give you because I know better.

You nod

Steve: You're going to be a good girl, very obedient for me?

You: Yes Daddy.

Steve kisses you on the forehead and finishes the bandage.

You: Thank you Daddy

Steve: It's good you're learning fast, I knew you could be a good girl for me. And with a little time you will be perfect. You want to be perfect for me?

You : Yes Daddy

Steve: That's good, so ready to please.

Steve places his hand on your panties, you hold back.

Steve: Look at me

You try to hold his gaze

You are getting hotter and hotter, the sensation in your crotch is making you uncomfortable. Steve just applies a little pressure, he sees all the reactions of your body, the redness of your cheeks, your breathing quickening, your very slight movement of your hips, he hears your heart speed up

Steve: so gentle, so obedient.

Compliments have an effect on you. You start to wet yourself. Steve withdraws his hand, and smiles as he looks at your cotton panties with the trace of your arousal.

Steve: give me your panties

You nod and undress. Meanwhile he takes one of your panties from your cupboard and goes into the bathroom.

You remain lying on the bed. Your dress is still up and you are holding your wet panties in your hand. Steve comes out and hands you the panties, which are stained and wet. A creamy substance is on them. You look at it puzzled. Steve takes some of the substance on his finger and holds it up to your mouth

Steve: open

You obey, he slides his finger in, you suck on it. You don't recognise the taste, it's not unpleasant and you feel like you've tasted it before.

Once his finger is clean Steve takes it out of your mouth. He has a big smile on his face and you smile at him.

Steve: Now give me your old panties and put these on.

You: but

Steve looks at you

You: yes Daddy

You do it, it feels weird.

You: thanks Daddy.

Steve lets you rest.

Steve can't take it anymore, if you weren't medicated he would have fucked you immediately. But he wants you to be fully conscious for your first time. You're already so responsive, so perfect. Steve smiles at the idea of ruining you completely. You'll have some reflexes to correct, and Steve is grateful because he's dying to punish you. He can already see you, red-assed, crying, begging, thanking him.

Once the meds are done, it'll be good. In the end, this aggression has helped him make good progress. He loves it when you call him Daddy and not surprisingly you have a praise kink.

He also needs to sort things out with Nat.

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Steve: Nat can we talk?

Nat: What's the problem Steve?

Steve tries to look falsely unconcerned

Steve: the last few nights you've been sleeping in Y/N Parker's room, do you think it's appropriate.

Nat smiles sardonically

Nat: Steve, do you really want to play this, she was having nightmares I just thought my presence would help her. When it comes to inappropriate behaviour. I didn't hear you complaining in the kissing class. Or at any of the fashion shows.

Steve is makes a fist and his jaws are clenching.

Steve: Nat you're out of line.

Nat: Maybe, but my life is fun and when do you cross the line?

Steve looks at Nat, he doesn't like his attitude. He never knows what to do with her.

Nat: Honestly Steve, you don't know my taste any better. I like a challenge.

She gives him a teasing look

Steve: Nat!

Nat: Honestly, is she tempting? Yes, she's a pretty sweetheart. And I have a lot of fun with her. Teaching her a lot of things I learned in the red room, and seeing her do that doe-eyed look, it's quite exciting. But the reason I brought her in the first place was because I thought of you. If you don't want it, tell me and I'll take a bite out of it.

Steve looks at her flabbergasted, he ends up smiling

Steve: Nat, you're evil, you should be spanked

Nat: In your dreams Rogers. But hurry up, I don't know how you could hold back for so long. She's over the legal age. I'm not sure at the next physical I can stop Banner from fucking her, he'd have taken her as his assistant.

Steve: Thanks for the warning Nat but don't worry about me.

Nat: By the way, for the holidays I won't be able to come, do you want me to cancel with Stark or will you go with her?

Dreamy Steve: We'll go, it'll be good for her to get a change of scenery and it would be a shame not to use those lovely bikinis. What are you going to do?

Nat walks away: I'm going to take on some challenges, Steve. We'll talk about our holiday when we get back.

Steve takes your panties out of his pocket, he holds them to his nose, what a sweet smell.

Just the two of us for a week, he sits in front of his screen and replays the films from his nightly visits. He masturbates into your panties, and eventually comes. He thinks of you with your panties full of his sperm.

[sweetdreams25]