summary || when you agree to be the feared mobster Bucky Barnes’ sugar baby, you expect to get enough money to pay your bills. what you don’t expect is to fall head over heels for him.
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stepdad!Steve x Reader: good girl faith [One Shot]
Plot: the world is ugly but at least it has you.
or, the one where Steve Rogers crave to own something beautiful -- even if it comes in the form of his sweet stepdaughter.
Tags: stepdad/stepdaughter relationships, (big) age-gaps (y/n is 19 when anything happens Steve is 40), spoiled!reader, naive!reader, ballerina!reader, manipulation, dark!steve, power imbalance, misogyny, violence against women (not to y/n), MURDER, steve is a psycho, detailed violence, SMUT, minors DNI
Steve knew there was no happy ending in this long-winding story of his life.
In a world as shitty as his, he'd be lucky if he would die peacefully in his bed.
Despite being the poster child for all things good and great about their nation, Steve Rogers knew, without a shadow of a doubt that the world was an ugly place filled with suffering innocents and ruled by horrible monarchs.
He had long given up trying to save it.
The world has and will always be shit.
He learned that the hard way.
As an artist, he had always wanted to see the beauty in the most destitute of places. Desperate to capture the tiniest glimmer of hope in the most tragic of events.
But that part of his soul had long died, daggers of tragedy buried on its back -- the consequence of being Captain America.
He was tired. Tired of having to pretend anything in this god-forsaken world is ever worth saving anymore, accepting that anything kind and beautiful would wither and die in this hideous reality of his.
He had hoped laying down his shield would ease him off of his responsibilities but Nick Fury had to fucking die on him which resulted in his hands tied with no choice but to hold the fort as the Director of SHIELD while they scramble to find a replacement because he had made it clear that his time and charity there will be limited.
It wasn’t all bad.
He found himself married but it was only because he had thought a family was the next right thing after a retirement. He got bored of it after the first six months and that was him being nice. She was definitely a beauty, the type of woman the men of his time preferred. Traditional, simple-minded, a bit dull but had a sweet smile that almost makes up for it.
He thought she would be his muse, the beautiful guiding light he could live for. She wasn’t.
Yet somehow all was not for nought. For surprisingly, his wife wasn’t the one beautiful thing he had found in that little arrangement.
“Sir,” his secretary’s voice echoed in his quiet office. “Your 6 pm is here.”
His eyes flickered on the only picture frame standing on the right side of his oak table, letting his gaze run from her sensual curves, to her sweet, sweet smile, and into her bright eyes that seemed to look at him with worship as she called out his name.
“Daddy!”
John #7 as the rest of the office loved to call him (the captain stopped bothering to learn any names of his always changing secretaries and just opted to call them John regardless of gender) watched as his grim boss crack a smile for the first time today. It was almost eerie to see a semblance of happiness curve into his lips as he welcomed his darling stepdaughter who didn’t wait for permission and ran through the frosted glass door of his office.
A feat that is probably only permitted for this little young lady.
Steve was quick to wave off the two guards trailing behind her, silently instructing them to stay in the waiting room outside of his office.
The first time John saw Steve Rogers laugh he thought for sure he was having a stroke, the long hours finally getting to him. But it happened over and over again. The man who could not even spare a weekly lunch date with his own wife moved hell and highwaters to entertain any whims of his stepdaughter.
Now, the rest of the office just sighed in relief when they see your high bun and flowy skirts running around the building of shield with the executive-level ID card on your neck that gave you exclusive access to Steve Roger’s top floor office.
“Ah, my little dove,” John #7 tried not to show any more surprise at the nickname, especially when the young woman jumped into the Captain’s arms, giddily pressing kisses on his scruffy stubble almost seemingly unaware who exactly her stepfather was: the blood splattered on those gentle arms in the name of the responsibilities he carries, the horror he sees on the daily, the monsters he has to become unwillingly.
John #7 knows, he may not know half of it but he knows enough. However, he’s terrified enough of the golden man and the facade he wears to swear on his wife’s life that he will be taking all of Captain America’s secrets to the grave.
Especially from who was undoubtedly the most precious existence in Steve Roger’s life.
You were in a conservative turtle neck but in a loose skirt, your pink leg warmers only made you ooze even more innocence despite your age and made the contrast with the man’s dark blue suit even more apparent -- your choices of clothing made your innocent actions almost inappropriate.
“You ready for your show?” his boss smiled, the small but real ones he doesn’t usually show the press. The comforting tone of his voice would’ve made anybody who had ever had a minute long conversation with the captain double back but he had gotten used to the whiplash of his ever-changing personalities by now.
“I … I think so,” your nervous habit kicked in, worrying hands already tucking out the man’s shirt from his pants so you could play with its edges. It made both him and the old captain grind their teeth till it hurt.
“Sweetheart,” the lower octave his voice dropped to make you shiver and John to note down on his head to make sure nobody disturbs the captain in the next hour. He knew where this was going but he was paid enough to be as deaf as a pole and as blind as a bat. No matter how wrong and immoral it was. “You want daddy to calm you down?”
Despite his professionalism, John’s eyes couldn’t help but run through the covered toned legs of the young woman, her years of ballet training, as anyone who doesn’t live under a rock would know, had made her figure nearly perfect.
The sheltered, beautiful, perfect stepdaughter of Steve Rogers.
(Whose paparazzi shots sells by the tens of thousands because of how rare it was.)
His wandering eyes however nearly popped out of their sockets when it caught the dark glint of the captain’s gaze on him.
“John.”
He quickly kept his eyes down, knowing any more mistake won’t earn him any more of the captain’s few forgiveness. “I’ll keep the rest of your night free, sir.”
Captain America doesn't really take day offs, but when he does, it was always because of you.
Mr Rogers only hummed, already flicking his hand aimlessly as he placed a large, rough, protective palm on his sweet stepdaughter’s back, leading her to his thousand-dollar couch.
Stepping out of the stuffy office, John #7 knew the last thing he heard would haunt him for the rest of his sleepless night.
“Get on your position, dove. Just how I like it.”
“Daddy!”
Ida’s head nearly separated from her head with how quickly she turned her head at the voice of her irritating junior.
But she was glad she did, as she was met with the glorious figure of Steve Roger’s himself.
“So it’s true.”
“Is that how she got nominated as a principal dancer so quick?”
“Lucky bitch.”
Ida shared her colleagues’ sentiments. It was a well-known fact that despite your innate talent and grace in dancing, it was with a healthy dash of nepotism and your pretty last name that you had managed to land into one of the most prestigious companies in New York after your first try.
This always left a bitter taste in her mouth, how she had to crawl and cut and fight her way to the top, only for you to threaten her position as the head principal ballerina by batting your eyelashes at good ol’ daddy.
“Did you like the show?”
“You were wonderful, dove.”
Ida’s jaw locked, her nose fuming out hot breaths.
The world was unfair.
How do you get the supportive stepfather who gave you everything in a golden platter while she gets to work two jobs a couple of years ago just to support her passion? And now, talks of you being the Swan Queen in the next show is roaming around because not only will you get to live the life she always dreamed of, you also want to steal the one thing left she has to live for.
“You looked great out there, sweetheart. All your hard work really paid off.”
Ida nearly scoffed at your mom’s words, she doubt you ever had to truly work hard for naything in your life. Not since your mother snatched Captain America himself, anyways.
But her irritation was cut off when she saw Steve Roger’s reaction to his wife’s voice.
The young ballerina felt shivers run up her spine at how quickly his eyes turned cold as he faced his wife. Regarding her as if she was an intruding stranger to their conversation, “She needs water, get her some. We’ll meet you in the car.”
Ida felt the hurt despite the words not being for her.
She could almost feel the temperature drop at how hard his stare turned. Wasn’t Steve Roger’s supposed to be hopelessly in love with his wife? “But I --”
“Daddy, are we having dinner at The Elysia?”
The cold man suddenly regarded you with a warm smile.
“Hmm, maybe,” Ida can feel the second-hand embarrassment as his wife got completely kicked out of the conversation. Steve Roger’s face was now soft and kind as he accepted your shrieks and kisses on his face, his cold expression melting away as if it was an illusion.
“Go on.”
But it wasn’t.
“We’ll follow you in a moment.”
He was still so cruel.
“Yes, dear.”
Just not to you.
Ida watched as the man that was once America’s favourite son -- the man every man should be aiming to become turned his back on his dejected wife and walked with you towards your own dressing room (another perk that was supposed to be enjoyed by senior principal ballerinas like her yet you managed to grab anyways).
Despite her better judgement, Ida sneakily tried to follow the two of you, for reasons till this day she wasn’t sure what.
If she knew what she knows now, she would’ve booked it out of there the first chance she got.
But she had gotten curious about Mr Roger’s difference of treatment between his stepdaughter and his wife, or the way you were seemingly ignorant of the tension between the two of them. Maybe Ida wanted to gain some leverage and hoped to get some of his attention too in one way or another if that meant getting ahead of her peers.
It worked for you, why shouldn’t it work for her?
But mostly the way the two of you were acting was not sitting right with her gut and maybe, she was either giving you the chance to prove her wrong or prove her right.
So despite knowing how foolish she was acting she tiptoed into the second floor where all the personal dressing rooms were, five minutes after the two of you disappeared, making sure on her way up that the rest of the dancers were already out the door so they don;t see her snooping around.
She tried to act inconspicuous as she passed by the personalized baby pink door that stood out from the rest of the white doors of the other dressing rooms, barely able to make out the muffled sounds of movements inside due to the soundproof installation of each room.
Trying the door, she cursed. Of course, it was going to be locked.
Then, she swears she could hear your moans.
“..ddy!”
…. It couldn’t be.
Full of adrenaline, Ida ran to the room next to yours, thanking god that Iris, the owner had a date with her fiance, leaving it empty. She remembered her complaining that the music you blasted for your meditation travelled through the narrow and fragile air vent in the wall that connected your rooms together. she was just about to get it covered by the maintenance men and they swore up and down they'll finish it tomorrow so Ida knew the screw was still loose for tonight.
Jumping on the couch, she unscrewed the cover, lifting herself up and quietely crawled into the short journey to the light that shined on the hole that led on the other side --straight into your room.
She was glad she prepared herself for the worst.
Managing to trap her shock by biting her tongue.
As she looked through the slit of the vent, what greeted him was a sight that would’ve turned the world upside down.
The Great Captain America, kneeling on the plush pink carpeted floor as he ate her young stepdaughter’s cunt.
“Daddy, ‘s too much!”
Your whine only got you a slap on your thigh that echoed into the small space in the vent Ida was hiding in. The sound made her flinch, now acutely aware and disgusted of her own dripping core.
“Stop squirming, little one,” his voice muffled on youe slit, one he fixed by placing both his thumbs on each side of your dripping lips and spreading it apart for his torture. “I don’t like playing with my food.”
Despite her disgust, Ida crossed her legs tighter, face burning in embarrassment at her own arousal in watching this despicable man and her harlot of a stepdaughter.
He was a cheater, and worse, with his wife’s daughter. He should be crucified for his sins but the way he skillfully licks and sucks and nibble on his stepdaughter’s pussy had Ida's nipples pebbling, nearly panting from the uncontrollable heat in her crotch no matter how much she tried to ignore it.
“Daddy! I’m -- I’m cumming!”
The older man gripped on your thighs tighter, not letting up even as you screamed and gripped on the mop of hair at the top of his head, body shaking from the pleasure, drool dripping down the side of your lips.
Ida’s chest heaved.
Disgusting.
They’re both disgusting.
“What do you say, dove?”
The man towered over you, making Ida hold her breath as his height shortened the distance between the two of them. If she had reached out her hand she was sure she would be able to touch the top of his head.
“T-Thank you, daddy.”
From above, Ida could see your breathing regulate, the light mist of perspiration on your face and chest making your skin glow, along with the dopey smile on your face. She could only imagine the satisfaction running through your veins after that orgasm.
Ida had to give it to him, Steve Roger's deserved that thank you.
“Why don’t you get along and join your mother in the car, little one,” Steve walked out of Ida's line of sight as he turned to the opposite side of the room, leaving his stepdaughter with her legs still spread-eagled, barely catching her breath. “I’ll bring all your stuff for you.”
“I --” she was pretty sure Mr Roger’s gave you a look that had you shakily standing up immediately and putting on your underwear carelessly thrown on the carpeted floor. “Yes, daddy.”
The hold he had on you and your mother really showed just how traditional of a man he is. His words were law, and the two of you were aware of that,
Steve walked back into view, leaning down so you could stand on your tiptoes and press one final kiss on his lips. “Thank you again, daddy. My nerves are all gone now!”
He only hummed in response, sneaking his gigantic hands under your skirt to give your ass a squeeze before watching without another word as you stepped out of the room, innocently skipping towards the car where she knows your mom was waiting in, completely unaware of the knife on her back from the people she loved the most.
“Dove?”
“Hmm?”
“Lock the door on your way out.”
Ida has seen enough.
She was just about to think about her next move now that she’s armed with this new knowledge when an explosion and a sharp pain on her leg had her screaming and falling from the ceiling straight into the ground, sprawled out a few inches from Captain America’s leather shoes.
She gaped in both shock and pain.
He had made a hole on the ceiling and through the vent with his brute strength, trapping her into the room with him.
Even if she screamed she knew no one would be able to hear. After all, she had made sure herself that they had been alone.
“M-My leg --” she sobbed, horror filling her chest now that not only did she get caught, but the pounding on her lower limb is also telling her she would definitely be out for the rest of the season.
“So there was a little rat in the ceiling.”
She pushed herself up but a sharp pain on her leg had her freezing, finally seeing the tragic state her leg was in.
“AAAAAAH!” her scream was cut off when the man rammed his foot on her stomach, having her flying away and crashing on the mirror of the other side of the room, the pieces of glass cutting through whatever part of her it could reach. That only made the broken bone on her leg worse, cracking even more, almost uselessly hanging on to each other through the ragged pieces of skin.
“God, you’re loud,” he sighed, fingers massaging his forehead as if she was nothing but a bother when she was the one with the sliced up skin and dangling foot. Ida sobbed when he crouched down, now she can see his cold dead eyes closer. She can’t believe for a second of her life he had thought of him as beautiful.“Can’t even hide to save your life.”
He’s a monster.
“I-I -- I won’t tell anyone! Sir, please! I promise I won’t --”
She could do nothing but sob in horror when he laughed to her face, a bitter one that told her that her promises meant absolutely nothing to him.
She screamed louder when he gripped her broken leg in his rough palms, making the bleeding worse, her bones cracking like fragile sticks in his superhuman grip.
“You’re Ida aren’t you? The one who’s been bothering my little one,” he ran his eyes on her like she was an animal to be experimented on. “What should I do with you?”
“P-Please … sir, please,” she sobbed harder when she saw the state her leg was in. Purple and limp, pieces of bone protruded through different directions. The realization that the career she had worked her entire life on would be over had her wondering if her life was worth begging for at this point.
“Ah, how unpleasant,” she warily watched as the man walked away from her, forcing her to slump on the sharp pieces of the shattered mirror on the floor. Grabbing a towel he wiped his hands with it then shoved the bloodied towel into the pink duffel bag you liked to carry around, while his free hand grabbed the expensive-looking bouquet of flowers effortlessly. “I came here to spend some precious time with my lovely stepdaughter but caught a sneaky rat instead.”
She could only try to hold her cries, in hopes of not irritating the short-tempered captain anymore.
He sighed.
“My secretary will be coming in a while,” she backed up on the wall when he came closer, willing it to swallow her up if it meant getting away from the beast in front of her.
“If you say anything about what happened here to anyone,” she choked on her own horrified gasp when he gently hovered his shoe on her other unbroken foot, slowly putting pressure into it creaked in protest. “I’ll make sure you’ll wish I gouged your eyes out instead.”
“Daddy! I’m the new head principal ballerina!”
Steve placed the newspaper in his hands on the table, catching you in his arms as you settled yourself on his lap, nearly bouncing up and down his crotch in your glee.
He should give John #7 a raise. Or was his name Christian?
“Well, isn’t that a pleasant surprise?”
Steve still remembers the day everything changed between the two of you.
In times of extreme stress, he likes to think about it to calm himself down.
It was the week after your 19th birthday where his gift for you had comprised of a three-year training course to the most prestigious ballet institute in the country that was basically the golden key for you to get accepted in the company you had been dreaming of.
To show your dedication, you had been cooped up in your personal dance studio for the past few days, training and prepping yourself up for the incoming semester.
“Daddy?”
Steve caught the swinging personalized punching bag that weighed nearly ten bodies at the sound of your voice, looking behind him to see you in your white leotards and sheer pink skirt. The uniform you always wore whenever you do your own training in the home studio he had gotten built just for you.
You looked a little flushed but tried to hide it with your usual smile.
“I need to stretch, mom already left for her brunch with Steff.”
Why does he pay your instructor so much if she just leaves to hang out with your mother any chance she got. The man made a mental note to have a little talk with that shameless woman on your next session.
“Did they?”
You nodded meekly as he grabbed a towel, wiping his face and torso as he walked in your direction.
You looked too tiny in his gym, the black and blue palette a brutish contrast to your pink skirt and gentle face. It makes Steve want to scoop you up and eat you whole.
Huh.
“Can you help me, daddy?” you stood on your tiptoes, cradling his face to press a kiss on his sweaty face, feet never leaving the white line from the door knowing your stepfather doesn’t like you in his gym where everything could potentially hurt or crush you.
Your saccharine smile at how quickly he had come to you told him you knew exactly how to play your stepfather, not that he gave you any shit for it.
It felt nice to be adored.
To receive gentle touches and soft kisses -- to look into the eyes of another and not see the poorly hidden fear and horror, instead to only see his reflection in your eyes that are filled with blind love and submission.
He couldn’t help but grip the back of your neck, making you gasp in shock, before pressing his own gentle kiss on the edge of your lips.
He was done trying to control the monster crawling out of his soul to consume you.
“Of course, dove.”
Steve had tried to control himself as best as he could, despite being your stepfather for only a year, he had showered you with everything you could ever want. Even the things he had thought of as a waste of money like your little passion for dancing.
He had thought you would be wary of him at first but you were a sweet child. So sweet, almost painfully naive. It made Steve want to protect you from the entire world.
And that’s what exactly he did.
Despite Bucky giving him shit for it after he swore back and forth he wasn’t going to be one of those doting parents, maximum security was added in his family home, bodyguards shadowed your every move, even a secret team of agents that followed you wherever you go if he wasn't with you.
There were a few unartistic attempts on your life but he had nipped it in the bud before it could grow.
And he was successful.
Despite being the stepdaughter of the greatest man to ever live, your existence had nearly become a mystery to the rest of the world. Even with their best efforts, reporters and paparazzi could barely grapple an album’s worth of photographs of you unless he himself approved of it. The ones that did manage to snap one without his permission was dealt with swiftly.
(He wonders if enough time has passed for the rotting flesh of that one photographer that tried to sell bikini photos of you to be unrecognizable if he removes the shackles that held him down under the cliff of his property in Norway.)
What he failed to take in his calculations, however, is how he wasn’t able to protect you from the one person who served as the biggest threat to your innocence.
Him.
Slowly, his little need to protect his lovely stepdaughter from the horrors of the world turned into an obsession. An obsession in your every move, at your sweet gaze that he wants to be directed straight at him. He wants to own it -- own every beautiful piece of you and leave nothing else for the rest of the world
It didn’t help that you had been almost as attached to your stepfather as you grew into a beautiful woman. Hanging on to his every word like it was law, never questioning his motives even if it isolated you from your peers and sometimes even your mother.
“I like daddy the most,” you’d always say.
It makes him wonder if you could still utter those sweet words if he knew how much he liked you too -- how he likes you enough to want to keep you in a pretty golden cage just like his little dove.
“Alright, that’s your upper torso done,” Steve supported your side as you stretched your arms. You were easing your way into being more flexible, which meant a lot of slow but long and intense stretching where you need strong hands to keep your outstretched body in place. That’s where Steve comes in, his strength more than enough to keep you in place and test your limits if you have to.
“Bend down.”
Steve licked his lips.
His cock twitched in agreement as he gently but firmly pushed the base of your spine until your palms were flat on the floor, half of your body folded flawlessly.
“Hold it,” he made sure to give enough pressure to assist you, not only for your sake but also for his viewing pleasure. Bending down on the length of your body he gently pushed your palms closer and closer to your feet to deepen your stretch. He chuckled at your whine. “You’re doing amazing, sweet thing. Be a good girl and hold your position.”
Steve hummed in satisfaction when you nodded as best as you could.
“Ah, I know what the issue is.”
“Daddy!” you gasped, feeling your bra snap as Steve skillfully unhooked it with a flick of his finger, letting it fall uselessly on the ground. But it’s not like there was much that you could do while you’re currently upside down with his hand firmly holding you in position.
“It’s hindering your movement,” he chided, slapping the meat of your thigh to keep you in line. “Don’t raise your voice at me, young lady. You asked for my help.”
“S-Sorry, daddy. Yes, thank you.”
Steve took a single step back, letting out a near growl at seeing what he had expected to see when he chose this position for your morning stretch
The shape of your young, plump cunt, nearly tattoed on your thin, stretched out leotards and stockings.
“I-It’s starting to hurt --”
“A few more seconds.”
Carelessly, he flipped the sheer skirt covering his view, kneeling down on his knees so he was on the same level as your ever apparent core.
“I’ll push you a bit more.”
Carefully, he guided your flattened palms closer until you were holding your feet, taking a deep breath and closing his eyes in pleasure when a waft of your essence grazed his nose. His hand sneaking down from your waist into the curves of your ass, thumbs just barely grazing the edge of the lips of your pussy, even gently pushing and rubbing it together knowing you wouldn’t have the guts to call him out for it.
The wet noise your pussy made in agreement cemented your fate.
“Daddy, I can’t anymore --”
“On the ground, little one. Do the butterfly pose. We’re almost done.”
You seemed hesitant but followed nonetheless, sitting on the ground then innocently looking up at him who was towering behind you. His eyes however were in your pebbling nipples, fighting the urge to bite it till it bruised.
“You’re such a good girl,” he knelt down to press a kiss on your forehead. “Now stretch out your legs and give me a split.”
Steve smiled at watching you easily comply. Supporting your back with his chest and trapping you in between his meaty thighs, he placed two of his palms on your waist not missing the way you shivered as he rubbed your stomach with his warm, rough palms.
Slowly building up his innocent brushes until he was palming your tits and he had you panting like a bitch in heat in his arms.
“Your mother told me you’ve been having a hard time falling asleep, dove.”
“I-It’s just nerves, daddy,” you gulped, letting out small airy moans despite your best efforts. “Wanna make you proud.”
“I’m always proud of you,” he pressed another kiss on your temple. “But I can’t have you not getting proper sleep. Let’s get some nap after this, hmm? What do you think?”
“But I’m not sleepy,” you pouted.
A conniving smirk grew on your stepfather’s face. “Well, I know just how to tire you out.”
“Wha --”
“Reach in front of you,” he cut you off, pushing you by your backto lay your upper torso flat on the ground. Your pussy now, once again, vulnerable for his ministrations, just like he wanted.
A finger gliding on the length of your slit masterfully.
“Aah! D-Daddy, that’s --”
“Hmm?” his hold on the end of your spine didn’t waver, his index finger pressing harder on the tense little button he found at the top of your increasingly dripping cunt. “Didn’t you know, little one? Having an orgasm can not only help you relax, but it also makes you dopey and sleepy. Think it had to do with hormones and shit.”
You gasped, surprised both by his thick Brooklyn accent slipping out and by his crude language when you had strict instructions to keep your tongue clean as a proper lady should.
“But daddy I don’t think we should be …”
“Then stop thinking.”
Your toes curled, legs flinching uncontrollably at the pleasure that run up your body when in just a little pressure from his fingers he had ripped through your white stockings and plunged two fingers into your pussy.
“Pretty little things like you should just stay pretty and let their daddy do all the hard thinking, don’t you think so, little one?”
He didn’t let you form an answer, curling his fingers till it hit the spongy spot that had drool slipping out of your bottom lip, eyes rolling in the back of your head, as you whined.
“All you have to do,” he smiled as you screamed, the sudden intense orgasm exploding in your core had your entire body shaking. “Is cum.”
Steve grinned at your state, leg twitching, laying like a rag on the ground. Placing his soaking fingers on his mouth, he hummed in pleasure at your taste as he checked his phone to see a missed call and a text message from your mother.
‘Will be late but I’ll buy groceries for dinner, do you have any requests, darling?’
He snickered quietly, bending down and grabbing your limp body. Throwing you over his shoulder as you writhed and moaned from the excess pleasure still running through your body, hands desperately rubbing up his back hoping to find some purchase or comfort from him.
He typed out his response with one hand as he took you in the direction of the master’s bedroom.
He wasn’t done with you just quite yet.
'Suprise me. I love everything you make, honey.'
“Oh, has she slept the entire day?”
Steve looked up from the book he was reading in the reading nook of the master’s bedroom to the sound of his wife’s voice by the door before running his eyes back into your sleeping form in the middle of the bed.
“Were you not able to rest because of this? Sorry, honey, I’ll wake her up right now --”
“It’s alright,” he raised a hand, pleased when your mother immediately stopped in her tracks. “Why don’t you prepare dinner, I’ll wake her up by then. I’m sure the little thing’s wiped from practising.”
She seemed hesitant and maybe a bit confused as to why her daughter would choose the master’s bedroom of all rooms to rest but the gentle smile on her husband’s face was too sweet for her to try and ruin it with unnecessary questions.
“Alright.”
“Thank you, honey,” as unpleasant as it was, Steve even pressed a kiss on her cheeks.
He wonders if she can smell the drying juices of her own daughter in his lips. Cause he definitely could still taste whisps of it in his mouth.
Watching his wife go down the steps, his smile fell almost as quickly. He walked to the side of the bed to flip the weighted blanket that he had haphazardly thrown over you when he heard your mother’s car.
This time it brings a small but genuine smile on his face to see your little cunt still leaking his cum, globs of it on the bed. It’s almost too tempting not to change the sheets.
But it’s too early to get sloppy and get caught.
“Dove, wake up. It’s time for dinner.”
He should feel bad, especially with your pitiful whines that is probably due to your sore body, your poor little cunt taking the brunt of his frustrations. He had not been as nice as he had hoped to be but truly you only had yourself to blame for being a little minx and unconsciously seducing your stepfather to the brink of insanity.
“Daddy,” you whined, reaching your grabby hands up at him till he carried you out of the bed, reminding himself to clean it all up while you are in the bathroom. “Mom --”
“What did I tell you about thinking?”
Pouting, you rubbed your face into his neck, more than happy to answer “to let daddy do it.”
You were tired of thinking and worrying about it anyways.
Steve felt his chest puff, proud he already has you in the palm of his hand.
“Good girl.”
You were beautiful.
The world may have gone to shit, the tyrants may have remained in rule but you ... you were beautiful.
Finally, after years of fruitless searching, Steve Rogers has finally kept for himself something beautiful.
A beautiful little thing bouncing on his cock.
“‘S too much. You’re so big, daddy -- please.”
Your whines were music to his ears, your saliva and dripping sweat that ran the length of your naked torso like the driblets of water from an oasis that could cure his thirst. Your warm walls enveloped all of him until he felt like he could implode.
“Too much? But you’re doing so good for me, my dove,” he patronized you, gripping your waist to slam you back on his raging cock mercilessly, ignoring the way your eyes blanked as, just like in all the things you do, you let your stepfather take your reigns.
All you could do was make little noises as he uses you as his own fleshlight, the squelch of your drooling cunt and the slap of your skins filled the entire room with lewd noises as the two of you drowned in sex and sin.
“Cumming daddy, i’m about to cum!”
You know your daddy gets upset if you cum without his permission.
He had made it known, after all, that he owns every piece of you. Especially that delectable paradise you keep in between your legs.
“Yeah? Can feel your little pussy sucking on my cock like it wants something,” he grinned, flipping the two of you and pushing your legs to your chest. Trapped like a little bunny that was hunted by the big bad wolf. “Does it want something, little one?”
You sniffed.
He was so mean.
He knows you can never formulate thought’s properly when he was fucking you senseless but still he teases you endlessly. It strokes his ego so when you turn doe-eyed and dumb -- when he sees your beautiful face with his marks and your tears.
“Tell me,” he buried his entire length in you, despite your little pussy constantly fighting his intruding cock he continued rubbing it inside to keep you choking on your own saliva. “What does your greedy little pussy want?”
“Cum ...”
God, you are really so beautiful -- so perfect just like this.
“It wants your cum, daddy.”
Your quiet proclamation was the thing he needed to reach his end, burying his entire length till it hit the entrance of your womb, where he gave you exactly what he wanted.
The two of you grunted and moaned in unison as you reached your ends.
“Thank you, thank you,” your wavering voice muttered, despite being out of it. It seemed Steve’s training had paid off enough for you not to forget your manners even in your delirious state.
It’s been four years since this little affair started.
If he had thought of you as beautiful then he had not been prepared for the men he had to dispose of to keep you safe and in his grasp. The suitors were easy to handle but your mom’s insistence for her 23-year-old daughter to start dating, to "experience" the world, was a little trickier.
It makes Steve chuckle.
Your mother would go insane if she knew just how experienced her daughter already was in opening her legs.
“Daddy?”
Steve reached for the tobacco on the bedside table before acknowledging you with a glance.
“Do … do you think that did it?”
Ah.
He quickly killed his old habit, throwing away the fresh cigarette outside the open window where he hoped the growing rain would put it out for him.
“Hmm, I think that one did the trick,” Steve brushed his lips on your sweaty temple, gently pushing you with his body so you were flat on your back again as he sat and hovered over you by the side of the bed, his palms resting on your stomach where his firstborn would soon reside. “If not, I don’t mind trying again.”
You giggled, grabbing on to his wandering finger and pressing it into your cheeks as your sleepiness slowly consumed you. He really can’t blame you, you’d been at it for hours.
“But what about …”
“Shh, go to sleep,” he grabbed the discarded blanket with one hand, carefully covering your bare body with it. “We have nine months to worry about what to do with your mother.”
A small gasp from behind the crack of the bedroom door, and the small scuffle of poorly covered footsteps in the hallway however told him he might have to wrap things up earlier than he needed to.
Standing up, he was just about to take care of the last knot in his plans when your grip on his hand stopped him.
“Will it really be alright, daddy? I’m scared mom will … things might turn ugly.”
Ugly.
He scoffed.
His dove does sometimes like to think of the most useless things.
“As long as you’re with me, little one,” he took your hand and kissed the back of it. “I’ll make sure everything else will remain beautiful.”
“A beauty, isn’t she?”
His wife’s -- well, ex-wife’s muffled screams from behind the cloth he had shoved in her mouth was all the answer he needed. But he didn’t let it distract him from appreciating once more the blown-up painting of your bare, but professionally covered body in his secret little man cave.
The painting of his muse included skillfully painted vines and flowers covering your most intimate areas, but it only made it lewder enough that it constantly tempts him to brush over the leaves in hopes of seeing more of what it's hiding.
The memory of the day he painted it -- with you sprawled out on the very couch he was sitting in, giggling and whimpering at having to stay in position while your stepfather memorialized your beautiful body for his viewing pleasure -- brings warmth on his chest only you were able to pull.
The horror in his wife’s eyes as she stared at the paintint almost made him laugh out loud.
“You’ve raised her well. I guess I should thank you for that.”
Her desperate efforts to get out of the ropes Steve bound her in halted when she saw the glint of the gun in his hands from the light of the moon reflected on it.
“A mother and a wife, overwhelmed by the pressure and attention of being Mrs Rogers ran away in the middle of the night with her secret lover,” Steve narrated to her the plot of the story he was going to feed the press and to you when this night was over and the deed was done.
He even had a forged letter prepared and everything.
Tears and drool dripped down her face, making her look uglier and uglier in his eyes. Despite being the one who birthed you it constantly surprises Steve how irritating and hideous he found his wife as time passed.
It was unpleasant to look at, to say the least.
Especially to someone like Steve who was now only used to your beauty.
“Forcing a heartbroken husband and the young daughter she left behind to find love and comfort with each other,” Steve removed the safety of the gun, aiming it straight into her shaking form.
He paused, dramatically, breathing in as if he was taking it all in, “Thus Steve Rogers finally, after years of searching, found his true love.”
Standing up he pressed the gun into her forehead, grinning from ear to ear maniacally, deep into his delusions and deaf to her pleas for her life.
“Isn’t that such a beautiful little ending?”
AAAAA WTF THIS GOT WAY TOO DARK but I fuck with it. I think this is the first time i've written dark!steve so let me know what yall think!
Hi guys! I’m soooo sorry that I haven’t been updating anything:( I started university and I’m a pharmacy major and I had assignments, quizzes and tests due every week (literally) I’m slowly but surely writing so please understand🥺
Summary: You regularly visit your therapist, Steve. It was just like any other session until Steve decided to twist after hearing how your husband was treating you.
Warning: smut, 18+, minors DNI, creampie, breeding kink, size kink, daddy kink, i’ll add more in the future
A/N: I HAVE NEVER BEEN TO THERAPY SO PLEASE BE AWARE THAT THIS MAY NOT BE HOW THERAPIES WORK
+A/N: THANK U SM FOR 300 FOLLOWERS!! I’m starting college in 2 days, which is crazy, so I won’t be able to post as often as i did. However, I will try to upload as often as I can!🥺
Likes, comments, and reblogs are welcome. Do not copy, repost, rewrite or translate my work (even if you give me credit.)
As you settled down to your seat, he asked you the same question he had been asking since you first came. “Would you like something to drink? I can get you some tea or water if you want.” You politely declined him as you had eaten just a few hours ago.
“Well, you can get anything from that mini-fridge next to my desk if you change your mind. Feel free to take it anytime.”
-
“Before we start, would you like this session to be recorded like last time?” He pulled up his papers and got ready for you.
“Yes, I would like that.” You felt safer, perhaps secured from recording your talk with Steve.
He pressed the red recording button on the camera. “Okay… let’s start, shall we.” He started asking you questions from last time.
“How have you been feeling since the last time we were together.” You still felt uncomfortable, uneasy to open up but started talking.
“Good, good. Yes, that’s very good.” He wrote down the things you said and replied every now and then as you spoke to him. “I’m just not sure if this is what I’m supposed to do, you know. I don’t feel like I’m changing that much…” you looked down at your hands, fidgeting your fingers.
“No no no. It is perfectly fine, baby steps, you know?” He made sure to assure you that you were doing fine, that it was okay to be slow.
“You’re still making progress and that is what’s important. There is absolutely no need for you to feel bad about that. You don’t want to push yourself too much out of your comfort zone. It’s always better to test the water instead of diving right in.” You definitely felt comfortable after hearing him say that.
“You can look back and really see how much you’ve grown as a person. It’s those baby steps that are important. It’s not the size that matters, it’s how you use them to get better.” He was happy for you. He had been next to you, hearing, seeing, and knowing what you had gone through and how you’ve been able to slowly but surely overcome them.
He decided to change the subject. “How’s everything going on with your work? Anything special going on, any stress more than usual?” Steve was always interested in your personal life as well. How you were doing. “I love my job. I love what I’m doing and I’m happy to be in that position.” He gave you a warm smile while listening to you talking about what you love.
“It’s good to hear that you are enjoying what you’re doing. You can use that to focus on your positive energies instead of looking down on the negative ones. Maybe go out and treat yourself to something nice, out of work.” You couldn’t think of doing anything. Going out and treating yourself? “I’ll try.” Your response was short, but he seemed okay with it.”
“And what about your household? Any changes?”
Your face darkened fast as soon as you heard him asking about your household. You murmured but told him everything.
“I see.” He let out a long, deep sigh, rubbing his eyebrows as he wrote down what I said.
“So other than the minor changes, things are pretty much the same as what you’re saying.” You nodded, looking down.
“How is the relationship, is he helping you through the right path?”
You slowly positioned your head back up, looking into his eyes. You shook your head and tilted your head back down.
“No? Is there any reason for that? Is he… out for work?”
“No, not really.”
“Not really? Hmm… okay.”
He seemed to be thinking about something. For a few minutes, he frowned his brows before opening his mouth. “Forgive me for being… frank… But is he showing you … love?”
“I’m sorry?” You couldn’t believe what he had just asked you. Making love? Shy did he want to know that?
“Is he showing any romantic interest, is what I mean.”
“N-no… not really. H-him and I… we… nevermind…” He looked up to your face while writing as you paused your sentence.
“No no, speak what’s in your mind. This is an open space and there’s only you and me. It’s just for us.”
He made sure that you were okay with what you were about to say. You told him that he had been distant for a couple of weeks and felt your eyes tearing up.
“Oh, no. Sweetheart, come here.” He reached out his hands and placed them on your shoulders.
“It’s okay, it’s okay. I’m sorry. You need a hug. That’s okay.” He placed you against his chest and slowly stoked down your back as if he was trying to calm you from crying. You didn’t know that you needed that hug until then. He kept reminding you that it was okay. Telling you to let it out if I needed to. That’s when you broke. Tears were dripping out of your eyes as you hid your face against his chest.
-
“I’m truly sorry that’s how home is for you. He shouldn't treat you like that. Not giving you not just what you’re wanting, but what you crave. I’m sorry to say this… but this may lead to more heartbreak. If he keeps this up… you are not just a thing in the house. You are a person. Someone with needs.”
“Look at me.” He lifted your chin up with his fingers. You didn’t know where to look so your eyes remained down. “Into my eyes.” His voice was stern as if he was ordering you to do so.
“You have the choice to stop that pain.”
“What do you mean?” You were confused by what he meant to stop.
“What I mean is… I care for you. In a way more than any doctor should. I’ve become more and more curious about you every session, having it be the highlight of the day when you arrive at my office.”
You couldn’t say anything back to him. You had never thought that this was how he was thinking about you, wondering if that’s why he smiled every time you came.
“It breaks my heart as much as yours every time I hear about your romance. But now as you sit here, you have a choice. You can choose to change everything for the better.” His hands gently slid down your back and his hands were now placed on your thigh.
“Be with me and escape from all the negative things in your life. I want to be the light in yours, shining on you, guiding you.”
You were definitely not expecting him to say that. “I-I” You weren’t able to speak.
“I know it’s sudden and if you wish not to be with me, you may leave and I won’t stop you. But I wish I could give you what he could never give you, love and attention. Will you have me?”
You held onto his cheeks and slowly dragged him closer to your lips. He started kissing you as soon as your lips met each others’. His tongue slid into yours, exploring. He kissed you until you couldn’t breathe. You clutched onto his white gown as he split his lips from yours.
“I want to make up for all that time, I want you to feel like a real woman.” He held me closer to him and his lips next to my ears as he whispered.
“You did mention your kinks to me earlier this year… and what you never wanted to be a part of.” You gasped as you started to remember all those early sessions with him until you felt his hand back on your neck.
“How would you like it if daddy took care of this good girl.” You didn't even realize that you let out a slight moan as he whispered in your ears.
-
“Now spread your legs for me. I’ll take it from here.”
His hand fixed your legs, wide open for him as his face went down to your fold. He kissed them before moving his tongue and licking your pussy. You could feel yourself getting wet as he slid his tongue in you. Your head was thrown back and your hands tickled by his golden hair.
“Even with my tongue, I can feel how tight you are.” He kissed your pussy and you couldn’t hold in anymore. You covered your mouth but he could still hear you.
“That’s it, moan for me. You like daddy’s face between your thighs baby girl?”
All you could do was nod eagerly as your mouth opened, moaning from his touch.
“How about if I… stick a finger in as I lick your clit.”
Your back arched as his fingers entered you. Your walls clenched around his fingers and his moan vibrated on your clit, making you even wetter and almost dripping on his fingers.
“Shhh, don’t be too loud. You don’t want anyone to hear or interrupt us, right?”
You breathed in the air as you tried to stop yourself from moaning. You couldn’t hold in so you eventually had to cover your mouth with your hands as you felt your stomach tingle.
Your walls were tightening around his fingers and your eye rolling back into your head and toes curling. You couldn’t hold it any longer.
“P-please, I-I need to, oh, please.” You were almost begging him and he was sure to make you cum on his fingers
“Cum baby girl, cum for me. That’s it. Yes” His voice was triggering you to explode on his fingers. Making it wet and dripping. You were still trying to catch your breath as you were dazed from the aftershock. You whined as his fingers were gone, making your walls to clench.
“Don’t worry sweetheart. Now, let’s see if your tight pussy is ready for daddy’s thick, hard cock.”
You tensed back as you felt the tip of his cock, rubbing against your sensitive pussy.
“Relax baby girl, I’ll be slow. But once I’m inside, you better hold tight onto my back.” His moan was low and dark. As he pushed himself in, your legs were around his waist and your hands were on his shoulder and back, trying to hold on to him, and also to lower your moan while he was sliding into you. Your husband was nothing compared to Steve. He was filling you up, slowly, even reaching out to the spots that you never knew existed, where your husband was never able to find.
All you could hear in that room was your skin slapping against his. Your and his moan, mixed together and made a sweet, thick noise.
“That’s it baby, that’s it” Once he was fully in you, you could see the stars. Every time he thrusted his hips, he was hitting your g spot.
“Keep moaning for me.” His hand slid under your shirt and grabbed your breast over your bra. His hands tightened every time you moaned.
“You like being daddy’s little fuck slut?” His voice was so erotic it made you clench onto his dick even more. Nodding your head like that was the only form of communication was everything you could do, other than moaning his name, of course.
“That’s daddy's girl” he smirked as he flipped you on your hands and knees.
“You know what? I know how to really make you mine. I’m gonna fucking breed you and fill you up with my seeds. You would like that, yeah?”
“Yes yes yes, please. I-I need to-. Need you to fill me.” At this point, you didn’t know what was coming out of your mouth. You just needed him to release your pleasure that was tingling your stomach.
He started rubbing your clit as he banged from behind you. “That’s right you little whore. Go fucking wild and cum for me.” As your walls were getting tighter and tighter, his thrust became faster and faster until you both came at the same time. You collapsed as you couldn’t support yourself with your arm.
Steve laid down next to you and you tried to back away from him but he had his arms around you. “Stay with me, I want us to feel connected.” You didn't have any energy to go against him so you just stayed next to him.
“God, I can feel it flowing down from you. Are you okay? He kissed your forehead softly. Your head was against his chest when you nodded with a smile.
His hands stroked the back of your hair. “You know that you don’t have to go back home tonight. I only have a few more sessions, then I can treat you out for dinner.”
“Sounds like a date.” You let out a small giggle.
“And don’t worry, I’ll still charge your husband for the sessions.”
Summary: You regularly visit your therapist, Steve. It was just like any other session until Steve decided to twist after hearing how your husband was treating you.
Warning: smut, 18+, minors DNI, creampie, breeding kink, size kink, daddy kink, i’ll add more in the future
A/N: I HAVE NEVER BEEN TO THERAPY AND PLEASE BE AWARE THAT THIS IS NOT HOW THERAPIES WORK/THERAPIST THINK AND ACT
+A/N: THANK U SM FOR 300 FOLLOWERS!! I’m starting college in 2 days, which is crazy, so I won’t be able to post as often as i did. However, I will try to upload as often as I can!🥺
Likes, comments, and reblogs are welcome. Do not copy, repost, rewrite or translate my work (even if you give me credit.)
As you settled down to your seat, he asked you the same question he had been asking since you first came. “Would you like something to drink? I can get you some tea or water if you want.” You politely declined him as you had eaten just a few hours ago.
“Well, you can get anything from that mini-fridge next to my desk if you change your mind. Feel free to take it anytime.”
-
“Before we start, would you like this session to be recorded like last time?” He pulled up his papers and got ready for you.
“Yes, I would like that.” You felt safer, perhaps secured from recording your talk with Steve.
He pressed the red recording button on the camera. “Okay… let’s start, shall we.” He started asking you questions from last time.
“How have you been feeling since the last time we were together.” You still felt uncomfortable, uneasy to open up but started talking.
“Good, good. Yes, that’s very good.” He wrote down the things you said and replied every now and then as you spoke to him. “I’m just not sure if this is what I’m supposed to do, you know. I don’t feel like I’m changing that much…” you looked down at your hands, fidgeting your fingers.
“No no no. It is perfectly fine, baby steps, you know?” He made sure to assure you that you were doing fine, that it was okay to be slow.
“You’re still making progress and that is what’s important. There is absolutely no need for you to feel bad about that. You don’t want to push yourself too much out of your comfort zone. It’s always better to test the water instead of diving right in.” You definitely felt comfortable after hearing him say that.
“You can look back and really see how much you’ve grown as a person. It’s those baby steps that are important. It’s not the size that matters, it’s how you use them to get better.” He was happy for you. He had been next to you, hearing, seeing, and knowing what you had gone through and how you’ve been able to slowly but surely overcome them.
He decided to change the subject. “How’s everything going on with your work? Anything special going on, any stress more than usual?” Steve was always interested in your personal life as well. How you were doing. “I love my job. I love what I’m doing and I’m happy to be in that position.” He gave you a warm smile while listening to you talking about what you love.
“It’s good to hear that you are enjoying what you’re doing. You can use that to focus on your positive energies instead of looking down on the negative ones. Maybe go out and treat yourself to something nice, out of work.” You couldn’t think of doing anything. Going out and treating yourself? “I’ll try.” Your response was short, but he seemed okay with it.”
“And what about your household? Any changes?”
Your face darkened fast as soon as you heard him asking about your household. You murmured but told him everything.
“I see.” He let out a long, deep sigh, rubbing his eyebrows as he wrote down what I said.
“So other than the minor changes, things are pretty much the same as what you’re saying.” You nodded, looking down.
“How is the relationship, is he helping you through the right path?”
You slowly positioned your head back up, looking into his eyes. You shook your head and tilted your head back down.
“No? Is there any reason for that? Is he… out for work?”
“No, not really.”
“Not really? Hmm… okay.”
He seemed to be thinking about something. For a few minutes, he frowned his brows before opening his mouth. “Forgive me for being… frank… But is he showing you … love?”
“I’m sorry?” You couldn’t believe what he had just asked you. Making love? Shy did he want to know that?
“Is he showing any romantic interest, is what I mean.”
“N-no… not really. H-him and I… we… nevermind…” He looked up to your face while writing as you paused your sentence.
“No no, speak what’s in your mind. This is an open space and there’s only you and me. It’s just for us.”
He made sure that you were okay with what you were about to say. You told him that he had been distant for a couple of weeks and felt your eyes tearing up.
“Oh, no. Sweetheart, come here.” He reached out his hands and placed them on your shoulders.
“It’s okay, it’s okay. I’m sorry. You need a hug. That’s okay.” He placed you against his chest and slowly stoked down your back as if he was trying to calm you from crying. You didn’t know that you needed that hug until then. He kept reminding you that it was okay. Telling you to let it out if I needed to. That’s when you broke. Tears were dripping out of your eyes as you hid your face against his chest.
-
“I’m truly sorry that’s how home is for you. He shouldn't treat you like that. Not giving you not just what you’re wanting, but what you crave. I’m sorry to say this… but this may lead to more heartbreak. If he keeps this up… you are not just a thing in the house. You are a person. Someone with needs.”
“Look at me.” He lifted your chin up with his fingers. You didn’t know where to look so your eyes remained down. “Into my eyes.” His voice was stern as if he was ordering you to do so.
“You have the choice to stop that pain.”
“What do you mean?” You were confused by what he meant to stop.
“What I mean is… I care for you. In a way more than any doctor should. I’ve become more and more curious about you every session, having it be the highlight of the day when you arrive at my office.”
You couldn’t say anything back to him. You had never thought that this was how he was thinking about you, wondering if that’s why he smiled every time you came.
“It breaks my heart as much as yours every time I hear about your romance. But now as you sit here, you have a choice. You can choose to change everything for the better.” His hands gently slid down your back and his hands were now placed on your thigh.
“Be with me and escape from all the negative things in your life. I want to be the light in yours, shining on you, guiding you.”
You were definitely not expecting him to say that. “I-I” You weren’t able to speak.
“I know it’s sudden and if you wish not to be with me, you may leave and I won’t stop you. But I wish I could give you what he could never give you, love and attention. Will you have me?”
You held onto his cheeks and slowly dragged him closer to your lips. He started kissing you as soon as your lips met each others’. His tongue slid into yours, exploring. He kissed you until you couldn’t breathe. You clutched onto his white gown as he split his lips from yours.
“I want to make up for all that time, I want you to feel like a real woman.” He held me closer to him and his lips next to my ears as he whispered.
“You did mention your kinks to me earlier this year… and what you never wanted to be a part of.” You gasped as you started to remember all those early sessions with him until you felt his hand back on your neck.
“How would you like it if daddy took care of this good girl.” You didn't even realize that you let out a slight moan as he whispered in your ears.
-
“Now spread your legs for me. I’ll take it from here.”
His hand fixed your legs, wide open for him as his face went down to your fold. He kissed them before moving his tongue and licking your pussy. You could feel yourself getting wet as he slid his tongue in you. Your head was thrown back and your hands tickled by his golden hair.
“Even with my tongue, I can feel how tight you are.” He kissed your pussy and you couldn’t hold in anymore. You covered your mouth but he could still hear you.
“That’s it, moan for me. You like daddy’s face between your thighs baby girl?”
All you could do was nod eagerly as your mouth opened, moaning from his touch.
“How about if I… stick a finger in as I lick your clit.”
Your back arched as his fingers entered you. Your walls clenched around his fingers and his moan vibrated on your clit, making you even wetter and almost dripping on his fingers.
“Shhh, don’t be too loud. You don’t want anyone to hear or interrupt us, right?”
You breathed in the air as you tried to stop yourself from moaning. You couldn’t hold in so you eventually had to cover your mouth with your hands as you felt your stomach tingle.
Your walls were tightening around his fingers and your eye rolling back into your head and toes curling. You couldn’t hold it any longer.
“P-please, I-I need to, oh, please.” You were almost begging him and he was sure to make you cum on his fingers
“Cum baby girl, cum for me. That’s it. Yes” His voice was triggering you to explode on his fingers. Making it wet and dripping. You were still trying to catch your breath as you were dazed from the aftershock. You whined as his fingers were gone, making your walls to clench.
“Don’t worry sweetheart. Now, let’s see if your tight pussy is ready for daddy’s thick, hard cock.”
You tensed back as you felt the tip of his cock, rubbing against your sensitive pussy.
“Relax baby girl, I’ll be slow. But once I’m inside, you better hold tight onto my back.” His moan was low and dark. As he pushed himself in, your legs were around his waist and your hands were on his shoulder and back, trying to hold on to him, and also to lower your moan while he was sliding into you. Your husband was nothing compared to Steve. He was filling you up, slowly, even reaching out to the spots that you never knew existed, where your husband was never able to find.
All you could hear in that room was your skin slapping against his. Your and his moan, mixed together and made a sweet, thick noise.
“That’s it baby, that’s it” Once he was fully in you, you could see the stars. Every time he thrusted his hips, he was hitting your g spot.
“Keep moaning for me.” His hand slid under your shirt and grabbed your breast over your bra. His hands tightened every time you moaned.
“You like being daddy’s little fuck slut?” His voice was so erotic it made you clench onto his dick even more. Nodding your head like that was the only form of communication was everything you could do, other than moaning his name, of course.
“That’s daddy's girl” he smirked as he flipped you on your hands and knees.
“You know what? I know how to really make you mine. I’m gonna fucking breed you and fill you up with my seeds. You would like that, yeah?”
“Yes yes yes, please. I-I need to-. Need you to fill me.” At this point, you didn’t know what was coming out of your mouth. You just needed him to release your pleasure that was tingling your stomach.
He started rubbing your clit as he banged from behind you. “That’s right you little whore. Go fucking wild and cum for me.” As your walls were getting tighter and tighter, his thrust became faster and faster until you both came at the same time. You collapsed as you couldn’t support yourself with your arm.
Steve laid down next to you and you tried to back away from him but he had his arms around you. “Stay with me, I want us to feel connected.” You didn't have any energy to go against him so you just stayed next to him.
“God, I can feel it flowing down from you. Are you okay? He kissed your forehead softly. Your head was against his chest when you nodded with a smile.
His hands stroked the back of your hair. “You know that you don’t have to go back home tonight. I only have a few more sessions, then I can treat you out for dinner.”
“Sounds like a date.” You let out a small giggle.
“And don’t worry, I’ll still charge your husband for the sessions.”
summary: an anonymous email was sent, loyalties were questioned, and unforgivable actions were made. unfortunately, by the time the truth is uncovered, it’s already too late.
word count: 6.1k
warnings: ANGST, steve is completely ooc, ‘betrayal’, yelling, slight domestic violence, slapping, excessive drug use & alcohol consumption, heartbreak, no happy endings
notes: this is my submission for @egcdeath ‘Sitcom Challenge’. congrats on 400, i hope you enjoy ! 💗
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prompt: character a and character b have a nasty misunderstanding that could be solved with a conversation
quote: “I wish I could. But, I don’t want to.” - Phoebe Buffay, Friends
Steve stared at his computer screen, his body filled with a combination of disbelief, fear, and anger. The scotch filled glass that was clutched in his grasp was threatening to shatter under the sheer force of his hold.
For the past few months, 5 of his undercover business fronts were raided. All of them being discovered by the police right when a new shipment of product was brought in, almost as if they knew all about it.
He suspected that there was a mole, there was no other way that the feds could’ve known about the interchanging schedules, unless someone from within was feeding it to them.
It was a notion that he never thought would come up. Being the leader of the Rogers Crime Family, everyone knew not the mess with him. He oozed power and danger was evident in his gaze in any off chance you were met with it. So it was tough to think someone on his trusted team could have betrayed him.
The only person that he could trust without a shadow of a doubt was his right hand man, Bucky. Their long lasting friendship going all the way back to when they were kids. They’ve been through thick and thin together, so it was only obvious that he shared his suspicions with the man.
Steve asked him to check on all the guys on his crew, and make sure that no one was compromised, but his efforts came back fruitless. Everybody on his team appeared to be clean and not conspiring with the feds.
He was about to give up hope when he got an anonymous email that morning. The letter, with a simple heading stating ‘Figure Out Your Mole Yet?’, broke his heart upon opening it.
In the attachment was a photo of you, standing under a bridge in Central Park, a not-so-disguised undercover police detective right in front of you, with an outstretched hand.
He didn’t want to believe that you were the culprit, the one who was dismantling his business from within. Yet, he was riddled with so much frustration that he didn’t bear in mind to just outright ask you about the meaning behind the image.
You two had been dating for 3 years. It was by fortunate chance that he bumped into you one afternoon, spilling your iced coffee across the entirety of your blouse. He was about to mutter a quick apology and go about his business when he locked eyes with you, the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. It didn’t take much for him to convince you to go on a date with him, in an effort to make up for staining your shirt.
Only after that single dinner did he know that you were the one for him. He invited you into his home and showed you the ways of his business. So it was an understandable assumption that you might be behind it all.
The blonde showed it to Bucky, and watched his eyes bulge out at the revelation, just like his own did.
“No, this can’t be,” he said incredulously. Bucky thought the world of you, you were like a little sister to him. The thought of you betraying the ones who loved you the most had him feeling heartbroken.
Steve shook his head in disbelief, “Buck, she’s the only other person who’s been in the room for these meetings. She knows the ins and outs of the business. And besides, you checked everyone else and they were clean, unless it’s you I need to look into.”
The brunette playfully smacked his shoulder, “Yeah real funny. You and I both know the shit that I’ve done. No way in hell I’d be anywhere near the cops.”
The pair both sat there, pondering over how to go about their newfound knowledge and their next course of action.
An idea came into Bucky’s mind, “I don’t want to- cause I still want to think she’s innocent in all of this, but we can set up a trap. If the place doesn’t get raided, then we know whoever sent that in is just trying to fuck with you. But if it does…” His voice trailed off at the disappointing thought of your possible betrayal.
Steve pondered over the plan for a minute, then slowly nodded.
“Fine, set it up.”
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The atmosphere in the meeting room was incredibly tense that afternoon, the sound of the grandfather clock ticking with every passing second. The usual occupants of his weekly gathering consisted of Sam, Clint, Lemar, John, and of course Bucky. The only other regular that they were waiting on was you.
Steve’s leg bounced due to impatience. It wasn’t rare that you would show up a few minutes late, claiming that you were busy finishing up a tv episode or trying out a new recipe in the kitchen or some other excuse. But with the speculation regarding your loyalty, all he could think about is that you were secretly figuring out a plan to knock down more pegs in his empire.
The mahogany doors flew open as you waltz in without a care in the world, “Sorry baby, nail appointment ran late.”
He watched with narrowed eyes as you made your way around the large oak desk and all of its inhabitants to stand beside him.
You leaned down in hopes of a kiss but was instead met with a hostile gaze from your boyfriend, the intensity had you faltering and taking a step back. “Baby, what’s wrong?” you questioned, your voice full of concern, “Is everything alright?”
Steve surveyed your face in search of any sign of treachery, a slight glimmer of deceit, but couldn’t find any.
“Yeah, (Y/N), everything’s fine. Why don’t you take a seat, we’re just about to start.”
His rigid tone and questioning eyes had you feeling anxious. And the fact that he didn’t address you with one of the multitude of pet names he assigned you didn’t make you feel any better. So you cautiously sat down in the chair beside him.
You took notice of the change of his behavior over the past few days. Everything seemed normal one morning, then when he came to bed his responses to you were short, apprehensive even. Sort of like he was biting his tongue around you.
The usual early mornings that were filled with slow love making and soft conversations were replaced with you waking up by your lonesome to a cold and empty bed.
Whenever you tried to talk to him, Bucky would continuously inform you that he was busy and to try later.
There was even a change with your mutual best friend. The brunette who would always crack jokes with you began to ignore your playful banter. His usual caring looks turned into piercing stares, as if you had suddenly become the enemy.
You tried to go over in your mind what could’ve caused this shift. You knew that there had been some busts in a few of his businesses, the police closing in on his activities. But you didn’t think he would ever take his anger and frustrations out on you.
Deciding to focus on the events at hand, you tuned back in to the scheduled meeting.
“Alright, so there’s going to be a new shipment coming in,” Steve explained, “I know we only coordinate on Thursdays, but it’s a heavy load. And with the feds on my ass we need to replace the seized merchandise. So Sunday, at noon. Over at Parker Shipping Port. Any questions?”
Though he was asking the group, his main focus was on you. He took note of your rigid behavior, and how you didn’t bother looking him in the eyes. All telltale behaviors of a guilty person, the thought made him dejected. Steve looked over at his best friend, the pair sharing the same incredulous look.
With no one bothering to interject his plan, the gentlemen all nodded in agreement before heading out of the meeting room.
You stayed glued to your seat as you watched Sam, Clint, John and Lemar walk out, leaving only you, your boyfriend and best friend alone.
Observing Steve glide over to his desk, without directing any attention towards you, you spoke up before he had the chance to take a seat. “Did I do something wrong?”
The question made the pair freeze. It’s not like you did anything wrong, it’s just that they didn’t have any proof of any foul play. So they treated you as if you were guilty, until they could prove otherwise.
“Nothing sweetheart,” Steve vacillated, “Is there something that’s supposed to be?”
His question made you scoff and push away from the table, “I don’t know Steve, you tell me! You’ve been ignoring me for the past few days, as have you Bucky! Can one of you please just tell me what the hell is going on?”
The two men both exchanged another glance before redirecting their gaze to you.
Steve never liked seeing you upset, though he did enjoy the way your lips would jut out in an adorable pout. But at this moment, all he could wonder was whether it was all an act. Whether you truly loved him or was he just a pawn in yours and the polices’ game.
But he couldn’t let you think he might be on to you, so he donned a strained smile and reached out to you with an outstretched hand.
Begrudgingly, you made your way towards him and went to sit on his lap, a normal occurrence for you both. You wrapped your arms around him and placed your face in the crook of his neck. The smell of his cedarwood cologne had you unconsciously taking in a deep inhale, the aroma instantly calming your nerves.
Steve rubbed your back and was thankful that you weren’t able to see his saddened face. “Just got a lot on my plate lately with these police raids, sweetheart. It’s gonna get sorted out soon. Everything will be alright and we’ll find out the truth. Just you wait.”
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Sunday morning inevitably came and both Steve and Bucky were nervous to say the least. The amount of tension in the air made you desperate for an escape so you informed them that you were going to see a friend for a little bit.
Getting dressed and grabbing your belongings, you were making your way out the door when you felt the fierce stare from two pairs of eyes on your back.
“Jesus guys, I’m just going to Leah’s house, relax. I'll be alright.”
Though your statement only made them the exact opposite. The thought of you meeting up with detectives filled their minds as they watched you leave the New York City townhouse.
Bucky patted the blonde on his shoulder, “C’mon, it’s almost 12. Let’s wait and see that whoever sent that email was wrong about her.”
The two ventured into the living room; Steve turned on the local news channel while Bucky fetched a few well-needed beers.
They both sat there for over an hour, mindlessly watching the tv and when a breaking coverage report flashed on the screen.
“Breaking news, the NYPD attempted a drug bust seizure this afternoon at Parker Shipping Port in Queens, but were unsuccessful. The apparent business was allegedly belonging to infamous crime boss, Steven ‘The Captain’ Rogers…”
The rest of the broadcast was tuned out by the blonde. He sat there staring at the reported images while his eyesight filled with rage-induced tears.
How could you betray him like that? How could he have been so stupid to think a woman like you actually wanted to be with him? How could he let himself be fooled so easily?
The bottle that was gripped like a vice in his hand was suddenly thrown against the flatscreen. The action caused the tv display to crack and the graphics to glitch.
“You can’t be fucking serious!” Steve yelled as he stood up, the booming sound of his voice almost made the brunette flinch. “She lied to me, she lied to us! I trusted her- I loved her.”
Bucky got up and reached out to hold the unfolding mess of a man. “Me too bud. Me too.”
Steve Rogers, the most ruthless and intimidating man in all of New York, was reduced to a puddle of tears. He cried in the arms of his best friend as his mind wandered to you. How he met you that sunny afternoon. The way he fell head over heels for you in such a short amount of time. And how he was planning to propose with the family heirloom engagement ring he had stowed away in his office safe, before the truth of your lies and deceit came out.
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It was around 4 in the afternoon when you arrived back home with a skip in your step after a much needed day spent with your best friend.
Upon entering, you went out in search of your boyfriend, desperate for his attention when suddenly Bucky appeared before you.
“Hey Bucky boy, I-”
You were cut short by the disgusted sneer etched on his face. “Boss’s office. Now.”
He didn’t even give you a chance to respond before latching onto your upper arm and dragging you through the halls. His metal arm quickly formed bruises under its harsh grip. The force of his grip caused your bag to drop, spilling its contents across the floor.
“Buck, what the hell is wrong with you?” you cursed out to the man while in an unsuccessful effort to smack his hand away from you.
It didn’t take long before you two reached the doors of Steve’s office, the wood being kicked open by the brunette before you were thrown onto the auburn rug.
The room went silent upon your brashful arrival, all heads turned down to you with evident disgust. Sam, Clint, John and Lemar watching and waiting for the imminent showdown. Quickly rising to your feet, you incredulously stared back and forth at your boyfriend and supposed best friend.
“What the hell is this? Are you not going to say something to him about manhandling me like that?”
Steve erupted in a drunken shout, “Ha! As if I care about what happens to a piece of shit like you.”
His out-of-character response had you completely shocked, “Have you been drinking? What the hell has gotten into you?”
You watched as the blonde got up and staggered towards you, “I- I know everything. I know it was you all along, you slut.”
His hurtful words made you want to scream at him, but you opted to tear up instead.
“Oh you can quit the crybaby act (Y/N). I figured out your schemes, you’re not gonna get away with playing pretend with me anymore.”
You stood there in disbelief, not knowing what you were being blamed for. “Stevie, I don’t- what are you talking about?”
Steve laughed at your continued act. “Wow you’re still doing it, huh? Is that what the cops told you how to play it? I know you were the one who leaked the info to the feds. You were the fucking snitch all along.”
He lurched towards his laptop, moving the cursor around to reveal the opened email with the surveillance picture. Turning the screen around, he showed you his proof. “Care to explain sweetheart?”
Looking at the screen you sighed, “That’s what this is about? Jesus Christ, Steve! I was in the park taking a walk when that cop stopped me. He kept going on and on about having dirt on you and-”
“Stop lying to me!”
Steve’s roaring voice caused fear to flash through your being. “Why won't you listen to me? Why don’t you believe me?” your broken voice spoke barely above a whisper.
“Because I had everyone looked into and they all came back clean. Then I got that fucking email, and it all made sense. The fact that you just so happened to bump into me that day. The way you slithered into my life and latched on like a snake. Tell me, did they ask you fuck me so quickly or were so desperate for attention you decided to whore yourself out?”
The tears that previously threatened to fall were now pouring out of your eyes due to his hurtful words. 3 years of loving him unconditionally and you were now being blamed for treason. The trust you thought he had in you was gone in an instant.
“I didn’t do anything you asshole. I never would’ve betrayed you like that, I love you.”
Your vision was so blurry due to tears that you weren’t able to see the raise of his hand, but you felt the sting of his actions across your cheek.
Your head sharply turned to the side as Steve’s palm connected with your cheek. The sharp metal of his rings clipped your skin, causing a small cut to appear. You stood there, holding the side of your face, as your mind raced around what just happened.
Steve hit you. The person who swore to protect you laid their hands on you, treating you as if you were garbage and not the supposed love of their life. Shock took over your body as you stood there frozen in place.
Steve took your silence as opportunity to lean down next to your ear, “And I was stupid enough to fall for worthless skank like you.”
His words were the final blow that caused you to loudly sob, your body shaking due to your uncontrollable actions.
Steve rolled his eyes before tutting his head in disbelief. He knows he should’ve never hit a woman, but he was so consumed with rage and liquor that all sense of respect flew out the window.
Growing tired of your wails, he gripped onto your arm in the same place that Bucky once held, the space already darkening due to bruises. He dragged your weakening body out the room and towards the front door where he opened it up and threw you down onto the asphalt.
“Tell your cop buddies to come pick up their trash. I don’t need it stinking up my house anymore.”
He sneered down at you one more time before slamming the door, leaving you alone on the sidewalk while pedestrians looked in curiosity.
You slowly began to ascend and wipe up the tears from your warm and stinging face. You never expected for this moment to ever happen to you. In the three years of dating Steve, you always showed him unwavering trust. Going as far as to cut off some family and friends who had anything negative to say about him or his occupation.
But here you were, by your lonesome and treated as if you were gum beneath his shoe by the man you once saw a future with.
With no spare clothes and without the purse you left inside that contained your wallet and phone, you began the grueling trek back to your friend's house, trying to contain the overflow of grief that threatened to bubble over once more.
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The following 6 months were a liquor fueled, drug induced fever dream for the mob boss. Steve consumed his weight in alcohol and snorted anything that he could crush down into a powder.
To say he wasn’t handling your betrayal would be an understatement.
His newly adapted, drug-filled, carefree attitude had slowly caused his business to crumble within itself. He couldn’t attend meetings sober, and if he did make an appearance, it would be in the arms of a female companion, whom would resemble you, that he wouldn’t be able nor care to remember the name of.
Anybody that crossed him got away with it due to him being unable to throw a proper punch or safely fire his gun anymore. He was losing his edge, his notoriety, and everyone in the city knew it. Even the NYPD decided that he wasn’t a threat anymore so they moved onto other syndicates. His crew eventually dwindled down, with only his right hand man remaining by his side.
Bucky tried his best to uplift the blonde's spirits and put him back on the right path to remind him of the legacy he was tarnishing, but to no avail.
It was late in the afternoon when Steve woke up from his high nap. He had to push away the coked out prostitutes on his bed to clamber out and down to the kitchen for a well needed drink.
Upon entering he was met with the narrowed eyes of his best friend, but chose to ignore it as he made his way to the fridge.
“You need help, Steve,” spoke Bucky, his voice laced with obvious frustration, yet a tinge or concern. “Drinking and snorting up isn’t going to make the past go away.”
Steve ignored his friend's comments and drank directly out of the filtered water pitcher, desperate to quench his thirst. The pair stayed in silence until a thunderous knock came from the front door. The sound continued, much to Steve’s dismay.
Bucky was about to attend to the unexpected guest when Steve beat him to it. Walking up to the door and opening it, he was met with the face of someone whom he never expected to see.
“What the fuck do you want Zemo?” the blonde questioned.
“To talk, that is all.”
The short haired man made his way past Steve and into his home, ignoring the glaring stare from Bucky.
He sat on the couch in the foyer, dusting off any pieces of lint that caught onto his coat, and disregarding the questioning looks from the pair.
“Get the fuck out of my house now!”
Their paths had never crossed for years, only once when Helmut took over his family’s syndicate after his father passed away. Though his introduction into the crime world wasn’t taken seriously due to his way of going about business.
Instead of normally handling occurring situations himself, he ordered others to do it for him. His choices made other syndicate families not take him as a significant threat, eventually ostracizing him.
But what no one knew, nor expected, was that he was playing the long game. Doing everything in his power to make sure that in the end, he came out on top.
“I just wanted to see how the ‘King of New York’ was doing without his beloved queen,” quipped the man.
The mention of you filled him with rage and a bit of sadness. He was about to launch at the man, fists curling at his sides, when again there was another knock at the door.
“Oh, those are my associates”, states Zemo.
Opening the door once more, Steve locked eyes with his ex-employees, John and Lemar. He tried to speak, but was flabbergasted at the man's newly appointed workers. The pair moved in, with hands on their holsters, to stand beside Zemo.
“Wow, quick to join the other side I see,” Bucky intimidatingly spoke. His statement made them roll their eyes.
“It’s been months and you two still never figured it out huh?” John barked, a cocky grin plastered on his face.
Steve and Bucky looked at each other incredulously, not knowing what the hell was going on.
“If I may. My plan, it was actually really easy. In order to take you down and claim my rightful spot on top, I needed to ensure your demise. So I had to start from within, with the help of these two of course,” Zemo explained, nodding his head to the two men beside him.
The best friends stood in silence as they listened to Zemos hidden agenda.
“They told me all about your businesses, and I simply passed the info along to the authorities. But unfortunately, it still wasn’t enough. Then I realized, to take down a King, you need to get rid of his Queen first.”
Realization began to set in Steve’s mind. He was a pawn in his game, not yours.
Zemo continued on detailing his plan, “You see, all I had to do was get an officer to intercept (Y/N), get it on camera, anonymously send it to you, and wait for you to complete the rest of my masterpiece.”
The Sokovian dramatically stood up before making his way to stand in front of the blonde. Before he could speak, Steve croaked out a question.
“Why? Why do all of this? Why bring (Y/N) into this?”
“Simple. To see an empire fall. To regain what is rightfully mine."
And with that, Zemo and his hired goons walked out of the Brooklyn man's townhouse and into their awaiting car.
Bucky replaced Zemos spot on the couch and dropped his head into his palms. He was suspicious about the email from the start, and yet he had a sliver of hope that you were innocent in all of this. But when the fake business got raided, he didn’t know what to believe. So he turned to anger, he let it fuel him. He looked at you in disgust and handled you like you were trash. The memory caused guilt to weigh down his heart.
Across from him, the blonde's body began to shake. The combination of grief from finding out the truth as well as the copious amount of drugs that were in his system caused him to momentarily go into shock, dropping down to his knees.
You were right along; you never betrayed him, he was being set up. Steve kept replaying the moment in his head, the scene breaking his heart every time he reimagined your heartbroken eyes, trembling frame and the sounds of your sobs that came out once he put his hands on you.
He unfortunately couldn't escape the phantom feel of his hand colliding with your cheek, the sound of the smack echoing off the walls caused his body to retreat within itself. Steve felt sick to his stomach at the knowledge of what he did to you.
Standing up and racing towards the nearest bathroom, he hurled out the entirety of his stomach into the toilet bowl. The sudden purge of consumed alcohol and drugs couldn't get rid of the sick feeling of sorrow deep within him.
Not having the strength to retreat towards a more comfortable surface, Steve laid down on the cool tile of the bathroom floor. Content moments of the two of you lying in bed, you intimately gazing into his eyes, filled his head and drifted him off to sleep.
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It had been a few months since the revelation of Zemo's plan came to light, and both Steve and Bucky searched day and night for any trace of your current whereabouts.
Though it had been difficult in the beginning for Steve going cold turkey from all his vices, he persevered in his efforts knowing that staying sober would help him in his quest for you.
The search for you had taken a lot longer than expected since he had lost almost all of his connections. Resulting in the blonde to go back to his criminal roots to get the job done.
Within 3 months, he was able to build back up a portion of his notoriety. Though not as high as before, it was enough to bring back the fear into individuals' eyes whenever he stepped into a room.
It was with the help of his old colleague, Natasha, that he was able to track you down. You were staying in Canada, specifically in Montreal, with your best friend Leah.
After profusely thanking the redhead, he and Bucky packed a bag and headed up north to try and beg for your forgiveness.
The entirety of the 6 hour plane ride, Steve internally drafted an apology worthy of your forgiveness and hoped that you would at least give him one more chance.
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Steve stood before the auburn-colored door frame of the house supposedly belonging to you and your best friend. To say he was nervous would be a lie, he was terrified to face you. Scared out of his mind at the fact that you wouldn't take him back or worse- that you had moved on.
He didn’t know how long he and Bucky were standing there, their thoughts riddled with guilt as well as hope.
After a feeble attempt to shake off the nerves that plagued him, Steve reached a hand up and knocked on the door. He could hear the patter of footsteps trailing towards them as the pair waited. Once the door was opened, Steve was first met with a look of surprise, which quickly turned into anger.
“You need to leave right fucking now,” seethed your best friend.
“Just please, let me talk to her.”
Leah guffawed at his ridiculous request and the audacity that radiated from him, “You've got a lotta nerve showing up here after what you did. What, are you here to hit her again? Relive the moment of you throwing her out in the street? It's been a year, let her have peace.”
“We’re here to apologize. Where is-” Bucky pleaded, but was abruptly interrupted.
“It’s a little too late for an apology, asshole. She doesn’t want to see you, so leave!”
The three of you spent the next few minutes bickering at each other; Leah berated them while Steve and Bucky continued to beg. So lost in the argument that your presence wasn’t registered until they heard a sharp gasp.
Turning his head, Steve locked eyes with you for the first time in little over a year. You looked different than when he saw you last. It appeared as if you had lost weight and your eyes seemed dejected, no doubt caused by his actions.
The blonde immediately stepped towards you, trying to reach out to hold you in any way but stopped when you backed away from him. There was an unmistakable flash of fear in your eyes, that singular action made his heart painfully throb in his chest.
“Baby, (Y/N), I’m so sorry for what I did,” Steve pleaded out to you, but you were having none of it.
After being accused of betraying him and being thrown on like trash, you had to make the trek back to your best friend's house on foot. The entirety of the walk was spent with you pondering in disbelief. For 3 entire years you stood besides Steve, didn’t bat an eye when he unveiled to you what he did for a living, never treated him differently, never accused him of being with other women when he stayed out late doing god-knows-what. Yet for him to see a singular photograph and throw away the relationship so quickly, the act broke you.
It took a while for you to regain a sense of hope, for months you stayed in Leah's spare room, wallowing away in the dark. Almost every night, she would come home after work to find you in tears or passed out due to exhaustion. Over time, you lost weight due to barely eating.
After a while, Leah grew frustrated and also angry with how everything had been affecting you, so she suggested a change in scenery. Having the option for relocation for her job, the two of you moved up north to Canada.
It was only two weeks after moving away from New York City that you began to leave the comfort of your room and ventured out. You began to eat more frequently and laugh at cheesy jokes your best friend made, but you still held onto a bit of sadness. The emotion was still evident in your eyes.
You thought moving out of the country would guarantee that your paths would never cross again, but here you were standing on the pavement looking into the eyes of the man you once loved. The man that you thought the world of. The man who promised to always love and care for you, no matter what.
The sound of Steve speaking out to you began to feel muffled, as if you were underwater. Your eyes then met with your former best friend, causing tears to form. Bucky had the same apologetic look on his face as Steve. The both of them were speaking, but you were filled with both fear and anger that you blocked them out.
Ignoring their confessional pleas, you sidestepped the pair and tried to walk inside your home when Steve yelled out loud, stopping your movements.
“You were right!” he proclaimed, not caring about the listening ears of passing pedestrians, “You didn’t betray me, it was a set up the entire time.”
For the next 5 minutes, Steve proceeded to explain to you Zemos plan. How the true informers were actually two of his own men, not you. He carefully explained that he spent the past few months searching for you so that he could reveal to you the truth. But you knew all along that you were never a part of the police’s efforts to bring his empire down, just a pawn. A means to an end.
Once he finished his speech, you simply looked at him with a raised eyebrow. Your body language evident that you did not want to be anywhere near him.
“So what,” you began, “Do you expect something from me or?”
Steve looked back and forth from you to his best pal. “Well, I- I mean I was hoping we could go back to how we were.”
The abrupt laugh that came from you surprised the two despondent men in front of you, even yourself. The audacity of the man to expect for you to just take him back with open arms, forget all of what he did, fueled your laughter.
“Wait, why are you laughing?” he questioned, a little confused at your reaction.
You couldn’t control the hysterics pouring out of you, “Do you really think- expect for me to just run back into your arms? After what you did to me?”
The air was silent after your inquiry, the pair not knowing how to properly respond. Their silence allowed you to be able to regain your composure before standing directly in front of them.
Looking directly into Bucky eyes, “You dragged me through the house like I was a Raggedy Ann doll and threw me to the floor, without a care in the world.”
“And you,” you yelled at Steve, “You, my supposed boyfriend! My personal protector. You could’ve avoided all of this, if you just sat down and talked to me. I could’ve told you what happened at the park, but you let anger cloud your judgment.”
You thought your anger was at a minimum, but then remembering what physical actions he did to you, only amplified them.
“You slapped me! Put a fucking cut on my face, after I tried telling you the truth, yet you wouldn't let me speak or believe me. Then threw me out of the house like waste. And you have the fucking nerve to come here and expect me to take you back, just like that?”
Steve watched as you got close to his face, close enough to where he could smell the scent of your coffee that you must’ve drank earlier in the day. Hope filled him that maybe you would kiss him, but it was shattered when you leaned to the side to speak in his ear.
“You are a disgusting piece of shit and I hope you burn in hell.”
Saying your piece, you turned around and tried to head inside when Steve caught your arm. His grip wasn’t rough, but more desperate. “Please (Y/N), just give me one more chance. I promise I will do everything in my power to make it up to you.”
You looked into his blue eyes. His orbs were one of a truly sorry man, but in that moment, going over everything you went through in your mind, you couldn’t seem to care.
“I wish I could. But, I don’t want to.”
And with that you entered the foyer of your home before turning to face the former love of your life for the final time, “Never come back here again. I’ve moved on, it’s time that you do the same.”
Steve and Bucky watched as you shut the door on their faces and expelled them out of your life. The pair stood there for a while, absorbing your words before the brunette clapped the other on the back, snapping him out of his thoughts.
The blonde continued his efforts for the next week. Visiting your home with fresh flowers, hot coffee, those ridiculous caramel filled chocolates you used to always crave so badly.
He was a desperate man, yearning for his love in hopes that he could regain you back into his life.
But his efforts were cut short when two Mounties arrived, informing him that there was a call for trespassing and stalking. Ultimately ordering him to leave, the act signaling that he had lost you and there were no second chances in his horizon.
Bucky had to pull the man away, informing him it was for the best that he leave you alone for good. Steve didn’t fight him on it as they got into their rented vehicle and made the trip back to the airport.
After boarding their flight home, they both sat in their respective seats in silence. Bucky sat there as he mourned the loss of a friend. You were always there for him; an ear to vent to and a shoulder to secretly cry on.
As for Steve, he turned to face the window and watched the city fade away and the plane ascending to cruising altitude.
You were the love of his life, the woman he planned on marrying. And he threw it all away because he didn’t talk to you, ask for the truth, he just assumed. He knew it was a long shot when requesting for you to take him back, but he had to at least try.
For the remainder of the flight, he thought about your smile, the way you would say his name all sweetly, and how he’ll never be able to experience those treasured parts of you ever again, all because of his actions.
.·:*¨ ☼ ⭒ ☽ ⊹ ☾ ⭒ ☼ ¨*:·.
A/N: felt like writing some angst, sorry if it's not the best,. feeling a little rusty.
also: in no way shape or form do i justify domestic violence. this purely a work of fiction.
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chapter summary || you had been with them for weeks, no progress. steve and bucky were willing to do anything to get you to be their perfect little one, and by anything, they mean anything.
chapter warnings || angst, kidnapping, forced age regression, manipulation, daddy kink, dark!steve, dark!bucky, dark themes, manhandling, and more
summary: with his newly acquired gift, bucky feelings grow stronger. but when someone tries to take you from him, he decides to stop at nothing to ensure that you're his- forever.
word count: 6.1k
warnings: DARK CONTENT, non/dubcon, smut, male masturbation, inappropriate use of panties, use of pet names, daddy kink, praising, yandere, drugging, kidnapping, faking ones death, slight angst, use of restraints, degradation kink, knife play, dacryphilia, choking, overstimulation, oral (f receiving), fingering, breeding kink, unprotected sex, cream pie !!! 18+ MINORS DNI !!!
song inspo: we belong together - ritchie valens (would recommend listening to song after reading)
notes: this is the sequel to ‘If I Can’t Have You…’. So sorry for the long wait, accidentally put this fic on the back burner. i hope you enjoy ! READ ALL WARNINGS CAREFULLY, YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR OWN MEDIA CONSUMPTION
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With every flick of his wrist, there was a squelching sound paired with it. The brunette's spit was being used as lubricant as he stroked himself off once again. His right hand on his cock, the other fisting your used panties in front of his nose, savoring the scent.
Bucky continued his rituals of plundering through your hamper for the past several months, swiping up a pair of your panties and continuing the process of jerking off to you. He was too far gone to think about his perverse actions, all he thought about these days were you.
“Fuck baby, swallowing my cock so well,” he breathed out to the air. His eyes were screwed shut as he pictured you once again that day. For this current conjured fantasy, you were knelt down in front of him. Eyes trained up as he shoved his cock deep into your throat, testing out the limits of your gag reflex. “You like it when daddy fucks your mouth, don’t you?”
The imagined sight of his dick disappearing in you had him in a frenzy. The pumps to his hand had increased, his hips wildly bucking off the bed. His acts were desperate, longing for a release.
“Yes, baby,” Bucky moaned, “(Y/N), I’m gonna- fuck I’m gonna cum. Be a good girl and swallow every drop.”
It only took a few more flicks until his balls tightened up and he felt the familiar coil in his lower abdomen snap. His back arched off the bed in pleasure, hot dollops of his cum spurted across his chest, and his voice shouted out your name with glee. “Oh (Y/N)!”
Bucky’s breathing was hard, obvious by the rapid rise and fall of his chest, as he began to come down from his high.
He was never more thankful to Stark for installing soundproof walls; he was sure that without it, the entire compound would’ve heard his cries of desire dedicated to you.
Bucky unclenched his hands, causing your panties to fall from his grasp and onto the sheets.
The super soldier had been careful to not overdo his ‘collecting’, limiting himself to only taking a new pair once a week. Though sometimes if he had decided to pleasure himself with the fabric itself, he felt as if he had no other choice but to replace the soiled garment.
You had taken notice of the various missing pairs, bringing it up with Stark one morning during breakfast. Though the snarky and sexual response from the billionaire only made you playfully roll your eyes. Bucky listened in as you came to the only plausible conclusion that the dryer was eating the pairs up. He was never more grateful that you didn’t pay it any more mind, allowing him the ability to continue indulging in his private activities.
After coming back to his senses, Bucky rose up from the bed and began his cleaning up process. The act of wiping up the drying seed from his body and hiding your panties in his secret stash spot had become muscle memory. His trash can continuously needing to be dumped due to the overflow of cum soaked tissues.
Walking to his closet, his softening dick slapping against his thighs with every step, he reached up on the shelf to grab the stash box hidden under a jacket. Opening up the container, he admired his treasure trove.
Inside were 27 various pairs of your underwear. The assortment consisted of lacy thongs to your more generic cotton briefs. But the style didn’t matter to him, just as long as you had recently worn them when he retrieved it.
Stowing away the undergarment, he set the container back in its original hiding place before heading towards the shower.
Turning on the hot water, he began thinking about the mission he was set to go on later that afternoon. But within minutes, you came back into the forefront of his mind.
“God (Y/N), I just can’t get enough of you,” he thought out loud. With a sigh, his hand found his growing cock, repeating the same fisting actions he had just performed only a few minutes prior.
The mission went effortlessly: went in, stole the classified HYDRA documents, and got out. Since the assignment was so straightforward, it was only necessary that two Avengers go along.
Sitting in the cockpit, staring out into the night skyline, Bucky's mind was pondering you as he flew back to the compound. Wondering what you were doing back at base, and whether or not you missed him.
Well of course you missed him, he thought, you loved him just as much as he loved you.
A sharp pat on his shoulder snapped him out of his thoughts, as his partner sank down into the plush copilot seat, groaning out as he stretched his overworked muscles.
“Man, I am exhausted,” Sam wearily spoke.
The brunette only nodded along to his question, not caring all too much due to the sudden intrusion of his wicked fantasy playing out in his mind.
“Well, it’ll be alright when we get back. I’ll just ask (Y/N) for a massage, hopefully she’ll say yes,” he added.
The sound of your name leaving his teammates mouth had him gripping onto the pilots wheel. He was certain that if he didn’t restrain himself, the control would snap in two.
Not enjoying the silence, Sam continued on. “You know I got a date with her?” The fact made a vein in the long haired brunette's forehead bulge out.
Why was this the first he was hearing about it? When did Sam start liking you? When did he ask you out? More importantly, why did you say yes when he was right here?
All those questions raced through his mind, causing his breathing to rise.
“Really, when did that happen?” Bucky questioned, desperate to know every single detail.
“Ah, just a few days ago. Asked her out one night after that family dinner Pepper insists on us having together. I’m taking her to this new restaurant that just opened up when she gets back from her mission scheduled for next week.”
The rest of Sam’s rambling about the restaurant went unheard as he tuned him out, simply nodding along when he felt it was appropriate.
Once the jet had landed on the tarmac, Bucky stalked out of the aircraft, ignoring the questions fired at him from Sam.
Making the trek to his respective room, he slammed the door, the force no doubt sending shockwaves down the hall.
“Fuck!” he yelled out, his hands curling into tight fists at his side.
His pupils were blown, chest rapidly rising and falling, his large frame shaking due to anger. With teeth bared, he paced back and forth in his room. Every step made the long strands of his hair sway in front of his face. If anyone could’ve seen him at this moment, they would describe him as a feral animal. A beast in desperate need to be locked away.
Bucky felt rage; directed at Sam, you and surprisingly himself as well. He knows he shouldn’t be shocked that someone else acknowledged how mesmerizing you were, but he always thought that you would end up with him- where you belonged.
Of course he was never able to make the first move and actually ask you out, he just assumed that you would’ve picked up on his feelings by now.
Taking in a deep breath, Bucky sat down on the edge of his bed and began to think.
It’s not like you and Sam were dating, only going on a date. He realized he still had time to devise a plan to ensure that no one could take you from him.
After a couple of hours pondering his thoughts and solidifying ideas, he came up with a sure proof plan to make sure you were his forever. He had until the day of your assigned mission to complete it, to carefully ensure his success.
Getting up, he walked to his laptop at his desk. Thankful for the ability to search up on an encrypted server, utilizing the ability to not be traced, he carefully planned his next move. Once completed, he’ll be the luckiest man on Earth; being able to call you his.
The morning of your mission, you quickly get dressed in your tactical catsuit, ready to get the stakeout done and over so you can get back in time for your date.
You and Sam had been flirting for a while now. It started out small, just a few suggestive comments coming from the man himself. At first you played it off, due to your feelings for a different Avenger.
Ever since you bumped into him on your first day, you’ve harbored a crush on Bucky. But it seemed as if it was only one sided due to him constantly blowing you off.
You made quite the effort to get him to notice you though. From asking him to join you for a movie to simply training next to one another, he would just stare at you, mumble a few incoherent words, and then dash out of the room.
At first you thought he was just closed off, listening to Steve’s warnings when you first arrived. But then watching him interact regularly with everyone else on the team, it made you come to the conclusion that he hated you. So you pushed aside your feelings and made an effort to move on; hence the planned affair with Sam.
Grabbing your carryon bag and mission dossier, you made your way out onto the tarmac, but the large figure of a certain super soldier standing in front of your assigned quintet made you stop in your tracks.
“Oh, hi Bucky. What are you doing here?” you questioned.
For the first time since you were recruited and joined the team, you were finally on the receiving end of Bucky’s rare smiles. His eyes lovingly gazed into your own, crinkles showing at the edge of his lids. It was a stark difference from his usual brooding stares and it was something that you wished you were able to witness more often.
“I wanted to go out on a mission, to clear my head, and was told you were about to head out on one,” Bucky explained, not letting his eyes leave yours. “Stark said to ask you, so do you mind if I tagged along?”
Your breathing hitched at the thought of spending more time with the brunette. “No, of course I don’t mind,” you whispered, a ghost of a smile etched on your lips.
So elated at the chance to be alongside the man, that you didn’t register the suitcase that he held onto that was much too large for a simple weekend stakeout mission.
The two of you walked side by side onto the quinjet, you taking the co-pilot seat after Bucky insisted on flying. You both sat in silence once again as you took to the skies and ventured out to your destination.
You sat back and felt all of those repressed feelings clawing its way back to the forefront of your heart. Bucky piloted the jet and silently said goodbye to all of the friends you both were leaving behind to be together- just like he planned.
It had only been 3 hours into the stakeout, and both of your bodies were dripping in sweat. The humid South American climate was a stark difference to what you both were used to.
Bucky sat right next to you, admiring your being intently.
Even though you both were expected to stay quiet and alert in efforts to gain as much intel on the supposed HYDRA base, part of you hoped that Bucky would converse with you like he did with the rest of the team. But you quickly realized that you read too much into his friendly smile and inviting demeanor from earlier.
“So,” you cautiously began, “Have any plans for when we get back?”
Bucky grunted at your question, his mind racing over the new life you two were going to live.
“Well, I got a date with Sam. He’s cute, a little overzealous, but fun.”
You watched as he continued to ignore you, irritation slowly building up inside. “Unlike someone,” you muttered quietly. Though not quiet enough for the super soldier to ignore.
The brunette's head snapped in your direction, “What’s that supposed to mean?” He didn’t realize his hands were tightly balled into fists at his sides until your gaze dropped down to them.
You angrily sighed, “Nothing, Sergeant.”
In that moment, something snapped in the man beside you, though you were so frustrated that you didn’t realize it.
Picking back up the pair of binoculars, you focused back on the mission. So preoccupied with surveying the target, you weren’t able to register that Bucky had rushed up behind you, with a syringe in hand. The last thing you remember as your vision went blurry and your body going limp was the prick of a needle in your neck. As well as a few soft words from the super soldier.
“Don’t worry (Y/N),” he cooed in your ear as he held your sedated body, “Everything will be fine. Just you wait.”
There was a heaviness weighing down your skull; the feeling foreign to you. That same density holding down your head was felt in your eyelids as well.
Your skills and training gained as an Avenger were trying to come to the forefront of your mind, but the sedative flowing through you made it a rather difficult task.
Though you couldn’t visualize what and where you were, you did know that your limbs were being restrained. The clink of metal rattled as you tried to pull at the cuffs on your wrists, as well as your ankles. The heavy confines keeping you in place dug into your flesh, no doubt leaving marks in their wake.
It took a few minutes, but you were able to blink away the blur plaguing your eyes; but the sight that was unveiled to you was something you never would’ve pictured.
With your limbs stretched and shackled, you weren’t able to fully sit up and take in the nightmare that trapped you, but you managed as best as you could.
What once was your covered frame, was now bare. You were only left in the pair of undergarments that you dressed in that morning- a matching pair of black cotton underwear. Your boots and various matching accessories were also removed, leaving you practically nude.
The thing that first caught your attention when surveying the room was the red dot on the surveillance camera mounted in the corner; your capturer no doubt watching you through the lens.
The space itself was large, as if it were a master bedroom meant for couples to lounge in at the end of the day.
A bit of moonlight shone through the small window on your left; big enough to allow a decent airflow of opened, but not big enough to try to escape through without a struggle.
Looking to your right, you noticed the closet, but what had your eyes bulging out was your clothes hung neatly against their hooks, alongside a bunch of male clothing.
Besides the bare necessities of a bed, closet and a window, the room was empty.
The sounds of your struggles rang out as you made an attempt at escaping; trying every move in your repertoire but to no avail. The bounds that shackled you were tight and secure, guaranteeing your imprisonment.
You tried to scream, but the only noise that escaped your chapped lips were a low, hoarse wail- your throat obviously dried out.
Continuing in your efforts of breaking free, your motions froze when you saw the silhouette of a pair of feet peeking from the space underneath the door in front of you.
Fear ran through your entire being, chilling your skin and caused dribbles of sweat to pour out of you. There was a fear-laced thought that flashed through your mind, that this was the end. Your end. That your captor would do their worst and would cause your demise.
You tried to backtrack in your mind, in an effort to remember what happened last before it all went to black, but your memories were still foggy. All you remembered was your mission and your target.
The rattling of the doorknob snapped you out of your mind. Expecting the HYDRA leader to be unveiled behind the door, you were thoroughly surprised when your teammate was revealed to you.
There was a brief moment that filled you with peace when you believed that you were being saved, but once you locked eyes with the super soldier- that same fear returned tenfold.
“B-Bucky,” you questioned as loudly as you could, “What’s going on? Where are we?”
The eyes that returned your gaze sent chills down your spine.
Bucky’s stare was usually one that was quizzical- always watching and wondering what your next move would be. But this look on his was deranged. His pupils were blown out, only a sliver of cerulean surrounding the black sphere. His gaze was intense; glimmers of nervousness as well as a bit of utter desperation shone through.
He was still wearing some of his tactical wear- his black t-shirt covered his chest, the form-fitting black cargos graced his legs, accompanied by the various harnesses situated on his belt and thighs carrying his collection of knives. His boot covered feet planted firmly against the wood floor, pointed directly at your tied being.
You watched as his mechanical arm seized up, the metal plates shifting and realigning themselves into their proper position. His flesh hand was curled into a fist at his side, occasionally unfolding to stretch the taut limbs before retreating back into itself.
He looked menacing, dangerous- but mainly he looked like the embodiment of pure evil. The sight causes your body to rattle with fear.
Bucky knew that he needed to choose his words carefully, in order to achieve maximum success in his plan. To ensure that you truly understood what and why he did the things he did.
Taking a step forward, he made his way to sit on the bed beside your bare legs, his flesh fingers absentmindedly stroking the soft flesh.
“I need you to know I had no other choice (Y/N),” he carefully began, focusing only on the patterns he drew on your skin- the action leaving goosebumps in its wake. “He was going to take you away from me and I couldn’t let that happen. Not when you belong to me.”
Your eyes were bulged out of your skull at his announcement, confusion running through you. What did he mean ‘belong to me’? Who was trying to take me away?
Bucky observed your confused face, his features softening a tad, “You look so cute when your eyebrows get all furrowed like that.”
He watched as fear began to overtake you again, causing you to tug at the chains. The action made him tsk at you in disappointment.
“Princess, I did all of this for you. Why are you trying to leave me?”
Anger took over you, and as a result made you thrash around on the mattress. “Get me the fuck out of here!”
The brunette stood up, barely avoiding a foot to the groin as your tantrum continued. Though he was still saddened, he couldn’t avoid the desire that filled him when watching your body move. Your breasts jiggled in their confines, every movement enticing him. While you were desperately trying to lift off the bed, it allowed him the glorious view of your cunt swallowing your panties- he licked his lips at the sight.
“You’re sick, Bucky. They’re going to find me. The team will know something happened and will come find me, just you-”
Your pleas were cut off when Bucky’s metal hand tightened around your throat, restricting your vocal cords. He couldn’t stop the flood of arousal that pooled in his groin as he observed you become a sputtering mess, tears forming in your eyes making them glisten under the harsh fluorescent light up above.
“No one is going to find us because we are dead. I made sure of it,” he bragged.
Letting go of your throat, he watched as you regained your breathing and stared incredulously at the man standing above. “What- wait Bucky what do you mean?”
Taking in a deep breath to calm his frayed nerves, he began to detail out his plan to you. “Sam was going to take you away from me. I couldn’t let that happen, not when we belong together. So I had to make sure that no one else could have you.”
Retaking his previous position beside your legs, he continued. “I swiped a quick sedative from Dr. Cho, put it in your neck to make sure everything went accordingly. I had planned it perfectly. I take you here to this safe house, destroy all tracking devices Stark insists on us having, then crash the quinjet. That way we can finally live our lives together like we’re supposed to.”
Disgust was clearly evident on your features when you looked up at the man, “Bucky, we are teammates. We aren’t together, we barely know each other!”
There was a tight grip on your ankle, a silent reminder to show you who was in charge in the bare room. “I know all that I need to know about you. Like how nice and caring you are. How beautiful you are. How you always smell like cherry blossoms from your perfume. And fuck- how heavenly your cunt smells.”
His eyes focused in on your clothed mound and that’s when it clicked in your mind, “Oh my god, it was you. You were the one stealing my underwear.”
“I had to!” he yelled, louder than he expected. “It was the only way I could be with you.”
You felt sick at his revelation, nausea filling your stomach, “You’re disgusting Bucky, a fucking pervert.”
He couldn’t help the slight moan that left his lips at your words, nothing could’ve prepared him for the rush of desire he felt as you degraded him. His pants felt tight as his cock pressed against them, desperate for release. “Fuck (Y/N), you have no idea what you do to me.”
Standing up, he reached for his tactical folding knife situated in his thigh harness, the sight causing your breath to hitch and tears to flow freely down your cheeks. “Please Bucky, please don’t kill me.”
There was almost a sense of sadness that appeared on his face at your words. “I would never hurt you baby, I love you. I just need to remind you that you feel the same way,” Bucky cooed down at you.
You felt the warmth radiating off the brunette's body as he leant over you. The coolness of the blade that touched underneath your bra strap made you jump. The action made the silver steel dig deep into your chest, but not deep enough to break through the barrier of your skin.
Quickly pulling up, the blade sliced through the material like butter. He repeated the action on the other strap and on the middle band, until all the fabric restraints were no more.
A cold rush of air wafted over your chest as Bucky grabbed hold of your tattered bra and tossed it onto the floor. He watched as your nipples hardened under the new atmosphere, your delicate nubs turning taut. Bucky wanted nothing more than to suckle on you, feel your softness graze against his tongue, but he decided to hold off on that for a later time.
Bringing the knife lower, he treated your underwear the same as your bra and reduced it to shreds.
Digging his bare fingers into the front of your panties, he tugged until the material was surrounding you no more, leaving your glistening lips bare to him.
“Look at you sweets, all wet for me. I knew you wanted this just as much as I did.”
You pushed your head to the side, avoiding his proud demeanor in shame. Though you couldn’t see what his next actions were, you were able to hear them. The sound of a deep inhale filled your senses.
Bucky was so consumed in the scent of your slick-coated panties that he dropped the knife onto the floor, the sound slightly echoing throughout the room.
Pulling away the undergarment from his face revealed frenzied eyes. At this moment in time he was too far gone to think about any consequences, all he wanted- needed was you.
Hunching over the edge of the bed, he was situated face first with your cunt. Taking in another scent, he looked up at your cowering head. “I’m not gonna stop til my face is covered in you. In your sweet, heavenly juice.”
You told yourself that this was wrong, and that you wouldn’t enjoy the unfortunate acts being performed on you. But the second the super soldiers flattened tongue met with your core, all restraint left the building. You felt his wet limb lick from your hole to your clit, before he fully encompassed the numb, slurping up the muscle. “Oh shit.”
Even though his mouth was full of you, he couldn’t help the smile that broke out on his lips at the sight of you beginning to submit to him.
His ministrations continued as he lapped you up, filling himself up with the sinful taste of your essence. A taste he personally vowed to always have coating his mouth.
The tip of his tongue explored your folds, delicately licking every one of your slick petals. Alternating between sucking and lapping, he devoured your heat; determination to make you soak his mouth evident in his actions.
Moving back up to consume your clit, he brought his left hand to your sopping hole, index finger prodding your opening.
“Please Bucky,” you desperately begged, “You can’t- fuck you can stop now. I won’t tell anyone.” It was difficult to get your pleas out due to the pleasurable actions being performed on you.
The man situated between your legs only chuckled, “Oh (Y/N), you know I can’t stop now. I’m not gonna stop til I get my fill. Finally get what I deserve.”
With his statement, he roughly shoved his index and middle finger deep into your wet mound. Your tight walls suffocated his digits as he explored your depths. “Fuck Bucky!”
“That’s it sweetheart, keep moaning my name.”
His tongue flicked against your clit then pressed against the fleshy muscle. He repeated those same motions while he continued to finger you. Metal digits scissoring your cunt, stretching you out in preparation for his incoming length.
Your spasming walls and rapid breath intake was a clear sign that your release was imminent, the knowledge only fueling Bucky on even more.
“Tell me,” he taunted against your cunt, “Tell me who’s pussy this is and I’ll let you cum.”
You violently shook your head side to side. Your denial was more to yourself than to the brunette. You didn’t want to give in, you didn’t want to let him win; let him have that power over you. But the way his fingers were assaulting your pussy, and the arousal that consumed you was so much, it made you delirious.
Upon not hearing his desired answer, Bucky sighed before retreating away from you. The pitiful wine that left you was paired beautifully with the sight of your hole gaping and closing, yearning to be filled again.
“We can do this all night, I have no problem. But you will comply. You will admit that you belong to me, and only me,” he threatened, his voice dripping with aggression.
You should’ve fought more, put more of an effort in denying his treacherous advances. But you couldn’t ignore the burning passion that the man unlocked in you with just two of his fingers and a couple swipes of his tongue. So you ultimately obeyed his wishes.
“It’s yours Bucky,” your whimpers barely a whisper, “It’s all yours.”
The animalistic growl that left his mouth was something that was burned into your brain with how inhuman it was. Though you were unable to process it any longer due to Bucky reattaching his mouth and fingers to your lower region.
His assault on you resumed, causing you to bashfully moan out into the air, not even caring how easily you fell under his spell. “Please don’t stop.”
The brunette felt like he had died and gone to heaven. You were finally his, now he just needed to guarantee it.
With your orgasm already on the horizon, he continued to please you. His middle finger brushing along your spongy spot deep within as his index finger lightly grazed your honey soaked walls.
It only took a few pumps and for him to suction his lips tightly around your clit for you to gush around his fingers, soaking his chin in your essence.
“Good girl,” he groaned against your twitching mound, “You did such a good job for me sweetheart.”
He continued to clean up your folds, desperate to taste more of you, not even caring that you were squirming due to overstimulation taking hold.
Finally getting enough, he pushed away from your puffy mound and stood up to full height, staring down at you.
Kicking off his boots, he stripped himself of his clothing until he was left stark nude. A bit of pride surged in his brain as he watched you gawk at his throbbing length, the large size no doubt shocking you.
He took a brief moment to compose himself, stroking his cock a few times as he admired your breathy figure.
Your eyes were glistening, from tears of fear as well as euphoria. He observed your limp limbs, no doubt still slightly numb from coming down from your orgasm. But what really had him locked in was your stomach, and the thought of it swelling up with his child once he filled you with his seed.
“God you look so fucking beautiful (Y/N),” he breathed out to you in awe.
Bucky crawled on the mattress and situated himself between your legs as best as he could due to the chains keeping you in place.
He sat back on his haunches; one hand resting on your upper thigh, the other gripping the base of his dick as he prodded your wet hole.
You couldn’t, nor wouldn’t try to stave him off, too far gone with lust to fully think about the situation you were in.
Coating himself in your slick by running his plump head through your folds, he finally began the sinful journey of sheathing himself deep within you.
While you groaned in slight pain due to his massive size, Bucky sang in pure ecstasy as your warmth surrounded his length. “Oh- oh yes, (Y/N)!”
He buried himself to the hilt, his balls resting perfectly against the curve of your ass as he sunk himself into your core. Dropping down, his weight smothered you as his head rested in the crook of your neck. You felt his warm breath fan across you, heating up the sweaty skin.
His strokes started slow- experimental even. Getting to know the expanse of your cunt, making sure to feel every ridge of your tight walls that hugged him oh so well. This glorious feeling was what he yearned for, and he was sure that if he could, he would keep you locked on his dick, never leaving your warmth.
“Please Bucky. Go faster, I need you to go faster.” Your whimpers of desperation for him to speed up were music to the man's ears, which he had no problem fulfilling.
Pushing himself up with his hands pressed deep into the mattress on either side of your head, he began a faster pace.
The sounds of his thighs slapping against the back of yours, your soaked cunt being battered by his cock, as well as both of your lustful moans rung out in the air. A carefully orchestrated symphony being conducted by his cock alone.
He could feel the sublime feel of you tightening around him once more, notifying him of your second release for the night.
“Cum for daddy,” he breathlessly moaned into your ear, “Cum of daddy’s cock, soak it with your cunt. Make me proud.”
His praise sent chills down your spine as it signaled your release. “Fuck daddy, I’m cumming!”
Though your senses were going haywire, you couldn’t ignore the feeling of Bucky’s assault increasing tenfold.
“Damn, that was so hot. I’m not gonna stop til you're begging me to. Till I fill this sweet cunt. Till your belly swells up nice and plump. Hell, I won’t even stop there. I’m gonna live in this pussy, and you’re gonna be a good girl and take it. Every. Single. Inch.” His last words were paired with a sharp thrust into you, signifying their importance.
Leaning back on his haunches once more, he gripped onto your waist and began to pummel into you. He knew that he was forming bruises into your delicate skin, he knew the damage he was causing, but it only spurred him on.
His thrusts were frantic, not caring at all about your pleasure, more so chasing his own release. Longing to coat your channel with his awaiting seed.
Your body was used at his will, being tugged back and forth along his length as you took him whole. Every sharp thrust into you had his cock brushing against your g-spot, the action causing you both to become delirious.
Neurons were firing away throughout your brain, your fists balling up and grasping the chains that bound you. You were so far gone in desire that all you craved was the grand feeling of cumming around him once more. So you begged. Begged like a desperate bitch in heat at the man above you.
“Please, please, please,” you chanted at him, hopeful that he would allow euphoria to fill your limbs once more.
With a slight chuckle he locked eyes with you, not stopping his movements, “As you wish (Y/N).”
With his newly placed hand, Bucky began rubbing at your clit with his thumb. Your cunt was already a sloppy mess, but with his added stimulation, you were drenching him as well as the sheets below with your essence.
You felt your peak getting closer and closer until white hot desire burst in your core, flooding your being.
Bucky felt your cunt clamp around his cock as you came with a shout. He watched every contortion of your face as your body went through the motions of your orgasm. Your back arching off the mattress, nails clawing into the chains in a desperate attempt to regain stability, mouth sputtering as your moans rang out.
With the heavenly sight before him, he wasn’t able to hold off any longer and came deep into your cunt. His head pressed deep against your cervix as he spilled heavy drops of his cum against your walls.
He fell back on top of you, his own breathing matching your erratic one and you both began the descent from your highs.
You didn’t know how long you two had remained like that, him still situated deep within you as his large frame surrounded your body like a cacoon, but you didn’t mind it.
Finally regaining some of his senses, Bucky pushed back up with his left hand while caressing your tear streaked cheek with his right, softly stroking the flesh with his thumb.
He laid on top of you and admired your face, this was a moment that was etched deep into his hippocampus, which he was gladly grateful for.
With his eyes flicking back and forth between your own and your lips, he pressed forward until he connected himself with you.
Despite his previous rough actions against your body, his kiss was soft and tender. As if he were trying to savor the moment as best as he could. Your lips moved in tandem as you tasted the other. It wasn’t until you were both out of breath that he finally pulled away, but kept close enough for you to still feel his breath against your lips.
“Your mine,” he spoke softly, “For eternity.”
You knew that reality would soon hit you and the gravity of the situation would come raining down, but you decided to dwell in the moment. Enjoying the peaceful bliss that was given to you as Bucky’s warmth surrounded you, and slowly causing you to drift in a dreamy slumber.
a/n: aaand now you can play the song (we belong together - ritchie valens)
this was my first time writing noncon/dubcon, so hopefully it’s alright.
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