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Summary: Unhinged and angry, Nomad Steve puts you in your place.
Warnings: 18+, this fic has very dark themes, mentions of violence, manipulation, DUBCON TW, choking, face slapping, degradation kink, rough sex, spitplay
Word Count: 6k
Note: This is for @darkficsyouneveraskedfor ‘s A Thousand Words challenge! My prompt was the word bratty.
To Roo: I adore all your work, thank you for inspiring me to explore this genre!
Part 2
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Steve wanted to break you. It hadn’t been that way at first, but now it was all he ever thought about.
He was a fugitive, cast out and made a criminal by someone he thought to be a friend. Headlines and news stories ran constantly, calling for the immediate arrest of America’s prized soldier and a handsome reward from Stark Industries for his capture.
Steve felt different, like something in him had snapped somewhere along the way and he had decided to let this new animal stay.
And then there was you. The quiet little girl who’d taken him in, given him sanctuary, food, a place to map out his next moves. It was odd really, he wasn’t expecting you to let him in, wasn’t expecting that you’d flat out tell him you thought he was in the right about the whole thing.
“It’s wrong, what Stark is doing. I wanna help you.” you chewed at your lip and planted yourself in the corner of your own living room as you realized that the hero you’d admired for so long was in your home, towering, formidable, dangerous even.
There was something about you that made Steve restless. Maybe it was your subtle submissiveness, the way you never questioned him, always fell right in step with what he said, doting on him, agreeing, always agreeing, like you desperately wanted his approval. And you had earned it.
The glint in your eyes when he’d praise you made him want to eat you alive. You were surprisingly witty and smart with quick decision making and that was impressive to Steve.
You were good, too good. He’d never seen you retaliate against him in any way and his mind itched to find a reason to put you in your place.
This thing, whatever it was between the two of you, had grown in the months since he’d found a place to hide in plain sight. Steve never sought to get close to you physically but the thought was there, for both of you.
You were no longer alarmed by his constant coming and going, eventually even leaving your back door unlocked for him to use. It wasn’t uncommon for you to come home and find him passed out on your couch, still in his stealth suit, mud tracked in from his boots.
Other times he’d be gone for weeks at a time, come back bloodied and dirty and even more unhinged than before. There were glimmers of the Steve you’d first met, however, the Steve the world had previously known.
You’d never admit it but you were trying to coax that side of him out again, because in truth, this new aggressiveness scared you. He was gruff, always with a hard look in his eyes, cold. You missed the semblance of warmth he had when he first stumbled across you in the woods by your house.
Steve was aware of how much he’d shifted from golden boy to something entirely different. He felt like a monster if he had to boil it down to one word. And he liked the feeling. He’d been so good for so long, what was the point of a moral compass anymore, the world had shut him out the second they got the chance. So what if he became the monster they painted him to be?
He didn’t care anymore. But you did. You could see the goodness still in there, the hero, the soldier who had saved so many, saved the world even. You weren’t going to let that be lost in the madness.
Steve was keeping you on your toes, between his visits, to the fact that you were trying to hide that you were housing the world’s most wanted man, balancing your office job and your social life was becoming a handful, and now was the added personal mission of saving a man who you owed nothing to. If anything he owed you. But you knew your chances of being repaid for your hospitality were slim to none.
Your friends were starting to catch on to how you seemed far away all the time now, like your mind was elsewhere. You were snappier lately too, your patience seeming to wear thin.
“Is there some guy you’re not telling us about that’s occupying all your time? You never want us to come over anymore.” your cubicle buddy, Ellie, interrupted your thoughts as you stared at your computer screen.
“What? No, no there’s no guy. Still painfully single and full of daydreams. I’m sorry if it seems like I’m shutting you and everyone else out, it’s not that I don’t want to hang out, I’m just not feeling myself lately I guess.” it surprised you how good you’d become at lying now.
Steve had spent countless nights talking over scenarios just like this, preparing you for anyone who should be suspicious. He’d drilled the lies into your head well enough that it flowed out of your mouth so fluidly.
“Ahh I see. Well maybe we should get together for drinks or something quiet at my place, help you get out of the house and that funk you’re in. Whenever you want!” her cheeriness made your heart ache just a little.
Ellie was such a kind and radiant friend and here you were sulking and preoccupied with a man who didn’t really give two shits about you. But god did you care about him. Too much, you had decided.
You had stopped being so in awe of Steve for a little while now, grown used to his quietness, the way he could creep around so easily, he was more a shadow now than the Captain you’d always felt like you kinda knew.
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Your work day had gone by slow and painful, and your eyes were strained from staring at so many spreadsheets but it was finally 5 pm and your warm bed was calling your name. Pulling your winter coat tighter around you, your quiet walk across the parking lot was no different than any other night.
A gasp left your lips and you dropped your keys at seeing a figure in your peripheral vision.
“Relax, it’s me.”
“Fuck, you scared me! Hi.” you sighed and bent down to grab your keys.
He stepped closer, the moonlight highlighting his features. There was a slight smile playing on his lips at the realization that he had scared you. He liked the way he could hear your pulse quicken.
“Why are you here? I thought I wouldn’t be seeing you for another couple of days, how’d your reconnaissance mission go?” your teeth chattered a little as you climbed into the car, the winter cold biting at your skin. Steve followed your lead.
“Went fine, didn’t find out much more of Tony’s plans but it helped me figure out a way to stay ahead of him. My point in following you-“
“You’ve been following me all day?” you give him a look as you backed out of the lot.
You weren't sure how to feel about that. A part of you felt protected in a way that he was watching over you but the other half felt afraid of that kind of intrusion upon your life.
“Yes, that’s not the point. I don’t want you walking around here alone, especially now that it’s getting darker earlier in the day. It’s dangerous.” Steve paused a great deal more than he meant to as he spoke, the words coming out choppy.
“Oh like you suddenly care about me.” you scoffed, not giving a thought to what you were saying.
“Don’t speak to me that way, little girl. I watched you get lunch at that shitty diner nearby, you have a complete lack of awareness for your surroundings, Y/N. There are bad men out there, men who could kill you.” he clamped his hand down on your wrist as you came to a stop at a stoplight.
His tone lashed at your heart. And normally, you’d have apologized, told him he was right. But tonight, you were fed up with how he was acting.
“Excuse me, I’m always aware of my surroundings ok. Just cause I’m not like you doesn’t mean I’m not watching out for suspicious people. You think I don’t know how dangerous it is to be associated with you? I’m probably breaking a hundred different laws right now but you know what, I don’t even care, Steve,” his fingers were digging into your skin, no doubt he could feel your pulse racing again.
“You wanna know why I don’t care that I’m giving you shelter even though I’d probably be ten times better off without you in my life? It’s because I fucking care about you and I want you to get out of this situation somewhat intact. It’s Tony’s side or yours and I’m taking yours, I get the world turned its back on you but the way you’re acting? You can’t go down that road!”
“And you think you can steer me down a better road.” he let go of your wrist, clenching his hand into a fist as it rested on his thigh.
“Yes. I have to.”
“I thought you’d learned by now. This isn't your game to play. It’s mine. You’re not the one in charge here, princess. Don’t make that mistake.”
Steve’s jaw clenched and the way he turned to look at you turned your blood cold.
He was past saving. It frightened you, you felt like you were losing him. But you wanted him. Still, you wanted him.
----
Steve could see right through you. He knew you wanted him, it was obvious. He wasn’t going to lie that he wanted you too, because he did, but he wanted to make you work for it, he wanted to break you and all your hopeless dreams of changing him into the golden boy again.
And maybe there was a way to make that happen. To teach you a lesson.
----
“I’m going away for the weekend again. But you’re coming with me this time.” were not the words you were expecting to come out of Steve when he’d dropped by one night.
Things had been a little tense since you’d argued with him in the car and it startled you that he was asking, no telling you that you were to come with him for a whole weekend.
Maybe this was his way of trying to calm the waters.
“And if I don’t want to go?” you questioned, crossing your arms defensively. You wanted to say yes, the submissive side of you was saying yes in a heartbeat. But you were more annoyed with him than anything lately and wanted to make things difficult.
“Don’t be a fucking brat. You’re coming with me, so pack a bag for a couple days.We leave tonight.”
“I’m not being a fucking brat, fuck you Steve! You’re the one being stupid lately. You’re gonna get caught being all angry and bitter like this, it’s clouding your decisions. Don’t forget that I'm the one who gave you a place to stay, I could undo all this.” you huffed.
He was about to head for the back door when your words stopped him. And regret hit you hard.
The expression on his face terrified you. You half expected him to yell at you but he was calm, and that was even worse in your eyes.
He scratched his beard and walked over to you slowly, leaving you nowhere to go as you were already pressed against the kitchen sink.
“S-steve I...look I didn’t mean it like that, I just don’t want to see-”
The words died before they could be spoken as his hand darted out to wrap around your neck, squeezing slowly.
His body surrounded you completely, broad and muscled shoulders all you could focus on as his scent and touch invaded your mind. You wouldn’t dare look at him.
“Look at me.”
You wouldn’t, you couldn’t, you were far too afraid of what you’d find staring back at you if you did. But that wasn’t going to fly with Steve. He told you to do something and you were going to do it. One way or another.
With his right hand still wrapped tight around your neck, his left came up to slap your cheek sharply.
That did the trick. You were so shocked he’d hit you, you looked up, mouth agape at the sheer anger etched everywhere across his features.
“I told you. Don’t be a fucking brat.” he slapped you again and this time you couldn’t stop the audible moan that left your mouth.
Heat flooded your body, your cheeks burning hotter now. You were so confused, so scared and confused at why you had moaned at him hitting you. You should be crying, screaming, running, upset. Shouldn’t you? That’s what normal people did right?
You wanted him to hit you again, and that thought scared you far more than anything.
“I know you wouldn’t dare be suggesting you’d turn me in, would you? That’s not what you meant by that, was it princess? I suggest you answer me very carefully.” Steve smirked down at you and it was obvious he knew of your arousal.
Shame coated your tongue in a bitter tang. Everything was so fucked.
You whimpered at the way he was speaking to you, blinking rapidly because your mind felt so hazy now, “N-no I didn’t mean it. I wouldn’t, Steve please. I’m sorry.”
He squeezed your neck harder for a second more, your pulse point thrumming against his fingers so nicely. It would be so easy for him to snap your neck right now, far too easy.
But he let go and stepped back, eyeing you up and down.
“We leave tonight. I’m not gonna tell you again.”
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Steve finally told you where he was taking you two hours into the car ride.
“You have a compound out in the middle of the woods? Is that where you’ve been when you weren’t at my place?” you gazed out the window of his car, watching the dead trees create a blur as you sped past.
“Mhm. I’m planning on making a move, want you to look it over with me, you’ve proven to be good at strategic things. And since you’re on my side.” he kept his eyes on the road but smirked at the reference to your earlier comment.
It made you smile in turn, it felt odd to smile, you hadn’t been doing so much of that lately.
You felt strange, even a little wrong for actually wanting to go on this trip. It meant time alone with Steve and after the way he’d disciplined you earlier, something in you wanted more.
It didn’t help that he’d cornered you when he came back to pick you up and you ended up locked in a kiss with him. You stumbled over a pair of his boots he’d left in the way and his arms had snaked around you to steady your frame.
The way he gripped your body tight to his chest sent you into a frenzy and before you even knew what you were doing, you were up on your tiptoes, pulling his mouth onto yours. He didn’t stop you either, just moved you back against the nearest wall and kissed you back, only to pull away, always leaving you wanting more.
After that, you were more than happy to go with him, and now against your better judgement, you found yourself in his car, deep in the woods.
Morning was creeping over the horizon when you finally arrived at the compound, shrouded in the camouflage of the trees packed around it.
The inside was cozier than you imagined it to be, a bed tucked into the corner with blankets and pillows piled on top of it. In the center of the room was a table with papers and maps strewn across it, the plans no doubt.
The other corners of the room were occupied with stacks of food and water, a couple chairs here and there too. It smelled like him, felt familiar to you, probably why you weren’t as alarmed as you probably should have been.
Steve placed a warm hand on your lower back as he finished bringing in your bag.
“You should get some rest, I know you didn’t sleep very well in the car. You and me both really.” he ushered you inside more, the floor creaking in places as you stepped.
You turned to watch him flick a switch along the wall, the whirring of whatever heating system he had in place turning on.
There was your glimmer of hope, staring back at you with warmer eyes than you’d ever seen him have before. Maybe this was the place his salvation would occur.
He was planning to make a move after months and months and some thought kept bubbling up in your mind that maybe he was going to turn a corner with this as well. The time for anger and bitterness at his situation was over, perhaps.
Your stomach churned; a warning not to let yourself run with the idea. The smile wasn’t reaching his eyes, you knew better.
“Yeah, I am tired come to think of it. Come take a nap with me?” you kicked your boots off and set your coat on one of the chairs, making your way over to the bed further back into the room.
Steve didn’t say anything as he followed suit, kicking off his boots and making you lose your breath when he pulled his long sleeve shirt off. Of course he noticed you eyeing him.
“The super serum makes me warmer than usual. Scoot over, princess.” his weight dipped the mattress as he settled down next to you, pulling the covers up to his waist, leaving the rest of his chest exposed.
You’d roll your eyes if you weren’t so mesmerized by how beautiful he was, one arm thrown back behind his head, dirty golden locks of hair pushed back, his beard looking soft, adorning his face just right. You wanted to touch him but held yourself back, told yourself to sleep.
—-
Since waking up from your nap and making some breakfast with Steve, you were now going over the plans for his move, one he’d be making later on tonight.
You paced the floor, reading over the documents and security footage pictures he’d managed to get his hands on, analyzing his plan to get within reach of Bucky and Sam who’d been captured.
The plan was to break them out and figure out what their roles would be in trying to work something out with Tony that didn’t get them re-arrested, or killed.
Steve was brushing the material of his stealth suit, wiping away the dirt and grime he hadn’t bothered to clean last time, his mind elsewhere. He knew the plan was solid, knew your added input would only validate his ideas, he was already sure of himself.
His true thoughts were of you and every dirty, twisted thing he wanted to do to you. The little taste of deviance you’d given him was a rush he craved. The way he could knock you right back down, make you apologize, make you sorry, that was what he wanted.
And he’d get it, he always got what he wanted. Everything was gonna go his way, he’d make damn sure of it.
----
“I should go with you, just to be sure you all get out safely. I can be a lookout.” your voice cut through the cold air as you followed Steve around the outside of the compound.
“No, you stay here and wait for me to get back. It’s too dangerous and you know that.” his tone left no room for argument but for some reason you kept pressing.
“No, what’s more dangerous is leaving me here by myself, you don’t know what could happen to me, you wouldn’t know until you got back, what if it’s too late by then?”
“What are you anticipating for someone to come across this place? We’re a good five hours deep in the woods out here, no one is around. You stay.”
You rolled your eyes and kicked over a pile of logs, one of them landing on his boot.
“I’ve warned you twice already not to be fucking brat, don’t start this shit with me.”
“No, fuck you! You’re always telling me what to do, I know all of your plans for tonight, I can help you see this through!”
“Why are you doing this huh? You know I’m the one in charge here, you’re lucky I chose to let you live after you saw me the night we first met, I’m always the one with the power to end all this here.”
“You wouldn’t kill me, fuck off! And I’m doing this because...just...because I feel like you’re trying to tell me what to do so I’m gonna do the opposite.”
He stopped moving and stood up taller, gloved hands coming to rest on the belt buckle of his suit.
Even at a distance his height felt overbearing, surrounding.
“You’re too afraid to admit it aren’t you. I knew it, I saw right through you this entire time and still, you’re fucking afraid. Such a meek little thing.” he clicked his tongue and shook his head at you.
Hearing him call you meek only made you want to act out even more.
“Fuck you! I’m not afraid to admit anything, Steve. You’re such an asshole, you know that? Do you see right through your own bullshit too? You’ve turned into this bitter fucking creature and it makes me sick to look at you, I’m trying to help and this is all you have to say? That I’m meek? You just said that thing about not killing me because you’re trying SO hard to be this ugly monster everyone thinks you are, but I see right through you too. I know that’s not you!” you kicked the pile of logs again, infuriated with him more than you could express.
Steve let you rant, let you scream at him, let you shove him.
It was so easy to manipulate your behavior and it was laughable that you really thought he had hung onto any part of himself that was the previous Steve. Your belief in him was almost flattering, he admired the way you tried to see the positive. But you were wrong. Steve was comfortable being the ugly monster now, it felt like a second skin to him.
“Sure, sweetheart. What I’m interested in is the fact that you won’t admit that you want me to put you in your place, it’s what you’ve always wanted. That’s why you’re being such a brat right now, you want me to do something. Right? Tell me, I want you to say it.”
The growl in his voice made your breath hitch. He was right but you weren’t gonna give him the satisfaction of knowing.
You willed your body to stop responding to his words, you didn’t want that at all you tried to reason, but it was no use. He was stalking towards you like he had that day in your kitchen and you couldn’t hide anymore.
“I’m not admitting shit. You can’t make me.” you crossed your arms and stood your ground, heart pounding as he loomed tall above you.
“There she is, yeah. I bet you’re wet right now aren’t you, it turns you on getting in trouble with me. Get the fuck back inside before I drag you in there, I have something I wanna teach you.” it was an order and you were caught between disobeying and listening for once.
“I said, you can’t fucking make me!”
That was it for you, that was enough to make Steve finally snap like he’d been wanting to do for so long.
His arms were strong and iron tight as they scooped you up, wrenching you away from where you’d dug your heels into the dirt.
You screamed and wriggled but you were dealing with a man that had super strength, nothing could be done.
You hadn’t realized he was tearing at your clothes until the cold air hit your bare bottom, the temperature switching when he hauled you back inside the compound and shut the door, locking it quickly behind him.
“See, you are wet.” he chided as his fingers slid up and down over your pussy lips, the feeling making you halt your attempts to get out of his grip.
Being touched that way was indescribable, you only became wetter. It had been awhile and having Steve touch you like that was clouding your brain even more.
“You want more of that?” he maneuvered you in his arms so that you were now face to face, your legs wrapped around him.
You whined high in your throat and nodded, clutching him desperately. You couldn’t hide your wants anymore and frankly you didn’t want to.
“Aww, so needy for me. That’s just too bad, princess. Brats don’t get what they want.” he scoffed and tore your hands away from his shoulders, setting you down on the floor.
This was so frustrating in absolutely every way and you couldn’t help but pout and try and make yourself look sorry on your knees, maybe then he’d fuck you like you wanted him to for so long.
“B-but I-” you reached up to touch his thighs, drawn in by the hardening bulge before you, but he swatted your hands away.
“I didn’t say you could touch me. Put those hands behind your back, now.” he glared down at you.
“I-I’m sorry, yes Steve.”
“It’s Captain, you say ‘yes captain’, can you remember that or is that too hard for you?” now he was humiliating you and it made the aching between your legs grow stronger.
“Yes, yes captain. I can do it.” you folded your arms neatly behind you, clasping your hands tight together to stop you from touching yourself, or him for that matter.
The sight of him standing directly in front of you in the famous suit just added another layer to your arousal.
You watched as he palmed himself over the suit, feet planted apart just far enough to radiate so much dominance. Again, you felt surrounded and you wanted him to swallow you whole.
When he finally took himself out of his pants your mouth watered, his dick was so thick, full of veins you wanted to lick for hours if he’d let you.
Watching you squirm and whimper softly gave Steve such a rush, just to know that you were this desperate for him.
He jerked himself off in front of you slowly, focusing in on the look in your eyes. It was all there, everything he wanted to break. He was this close to it.
“You wanna taste that?” he grunted, taking a step closer to you as precum collected at his tip. You nodded frantically, sticking your tongue out, showing him how much you really wanted exactly that.
“You’re such a slutty little brat, can’t even control yourself around my dick. And you think you can take me too. Open wider, then.” he slapped your cheek and you cried out, hurrying to comply.
He felt hot and heavy against your tongue as he shoved himself into your mouth, his hands coming to rest on your head, guiding your down all the way on his shaft roughly.
You coughed and sputtered around him, eyes watering at how deep he was in your throat, but moaning at how he filled your mouth so full. You could taste him everywhere, the salt of his precum coating your tongue.
You whined when he pulled away but didn’t have time to ask for more before he bent down, holding your mouth open with his thumb and spit in your mouth before shoving his dick back into your mouth. This time he was fucking your face, fingers looping around in your curls to keep your head the way he wanted.
You were just a toy to him. And you wanted to be his toy, wanted him to get off on using you.
“That’s right, needed my dick deep in that slutty little mouth to shut you up, huh? Gotta remind you who’s in charge here right, since you wanna fucking talk back to me like you don’t know who the fuck I am.” he growled loudly as you gagged on him.
He pulled out again, slapping you harder.
“Yes, yes I need to be reminded, Captain. Please, please just…” you whined, the aching rising to a peak.
“What, use you?” he sneered and you nodded, forgoing all sense of shame. “Say it.”
“F-fuck, use me captain, please use me.”
——
Steve could see everything coming together now. You were breaking under his hands and it was beautiful.
He wanted to hear you say it and you begged so nicely in turn, not that permission mattered, he’d have coaxed you into this state regardless but hearing the sheer desperation in your voice did something extra.
Bitter fucking creature, you had called him. Yeah that’s exactly what he was, not quite a man anymore, and he was gonna show you just how past saving he was.
He wanted to ingrain it into your head. He was a monster and he liked that.
You began to see it too. Searing flames licked at your abdomen as Steve fucked you hard, nudging against the deepest parts of you, enticing moans from your lips and you couldn’t stop. Tears slipped down your cheeks as he gripped your neck and fucked himself into you, harder and harder.
It felt beyond good, beyond any sort of pleasure you’d ever been able to bring yourself, but that violence in his eyes struck fear in your gut at the same time. How funny it was to feel pleasure and pain and fear mixing inside you.
“Captain, captain, captain.” you screamed out, cumming over and over on his dick, unable to stop yourself.
“That’s right, princess. Look at you, look at what I’m doing to you, I could tear you apart.” Steve chuckled, groaning as he felt you constricting around him.
Tear you apart, tear you apart. Fuck if that didn’t sound like the best and worst thing.
You should have been scared. Why weren’t you scared? He was showing you who he truly was. Capable of tearing you apart piece by piece.
He slipped the belt from his suit off, looped it around in his hands and spanked your ass with it when he flipped you over on all fours.
The stings made you gasp, scream, clutch the sheets beneath you. You were losing sight of who you were, this girl, this desperate whimpering thing wasn’t you, was it?
The girl that was begging him to spank you harder, to make you feel sorry for every act of disobedience. It couldn’t be you, but it was.
And Steve obliged, he was stripping down every notion you’d ever thought to be true about yourself.
In that moment, you and him were being the most honest you’d ever been in your whole lives.
His skin slapped against yours as he fucked more orgasms out of you, his teeth leaving marks across your back, bruises along your neck from where he choked you, down to your ass, sore and stinging, imprinted with his handprint.
“That’s it, fall apart baby. Let me see you.”
—--
You weren’t sure how many times you’d cum until you eventually passed out but when you awoke it almost felt like a very vivid dream. Nothing like that could have taken place in reality.
But that’s where you were wrong, and as you came to your senses, you kept your eyes closed, afraid of what you’d find if you opened them. In your gut you knew, though.
“I know you’re awake. Let me see those pretty eyes, baby come on.” Steve’s voice filled the air. He felt near.
Now you were afraid.
You could feel that something had shifted, something dangerous had happened when he’d fucked you. Your mind was racing. What about Bucky and Sam? What time was it? Were they also here? What about his plan?
Something cold was touching your ankle, it rattled against the floor when you moved your foot.
No, it couldn’t be.
You sat up in a hurry, eyes flying open to see Steve standing at the foot of the bed, still in the stealth suit. You were alone with him.
Pushing the covers back you found your ankle shackled. Chain link attached to the shackle, the chain roping down along the floor all the way to the center of the room, right underneath the table that had you’d noticed all the maps and documents on the morning you’d arrived.
What you hadn’t noticed was the large circular ring bolted down to the floor, perfect to attach a rope or chain to.
You wanted to scream, you felt a lump in your throat, tears beginning to rise. You’d walked right into the trap.
“It was so easy to get you to this point, I almost feel bad for blindsiding you but...then again I don’t. I told you this was my game to play wasn’t it. I warned you.”
“Why are you doing this?” you cried silently, clutching the covers to your chest. You didn’t have the energy to try and escape. There was no use as far as you could see. Everything was stacked against you.
“To teach you a lesson. The night you were taking out your trash and saw me at the edge of the woods, did you think that was by accident?” Steve chuckled.
“You’ve been manipulating me from the start.” you wipe your cheeks with the back of your hand, your body instinctively moving back towards the corner of the bed against the wall.
“I told you I was a monster. You just didn’t want to believe it, I had to make you see.”
“I still don’t believe it, Steve. You’re better than this!” you sniffled and pleaded with him.
You tried to calm yourself by reasoning that he had at least a couple days to take you back to your home until people started to wonder why you weren’t showing up to work, why you hadn’t texted or called. But you were in the middle of nowhere with no signal, nothing back at your home would suggest that you’d been kidnapped. You simply vanished.
“Even still you’re so kind to me, even after I show you who I truly am you try and convince me I’m better. You know better. But I realized I needed you. You should never have shown me kindness, you should have known I was gonna come back.”
Your heart sank and burst all at the same time. The man you’d fallen in love with over the months had been a lie, and before you sat the true thing, an angry dead-hearted creature.
Steve came over to the edge of the bed, scoffing at the way you trembled. His hands were warm as they cupped your cheeks, his thumbs wiping away the tears that came in wave after wave.
“I gotta leave to attend to some business, break a few friends out of prison, be good while I’m away. Don’t be a brat remember, unless you want me to punish you like I did earlier.”
Your mind and your body were tugging in two different directions as he leaned in to kiss you. You melted on the outside, screamed on the inside.
Shock took hold of your body as he straightened himself out and left, the locks on the compound door clicking into place.
Every ounce of hope you once carried, vanished when that door slammed shut.
Comfort and dread came with the realization that he had no intentions of leaving you. That dead-hearted creature would come back to the kind hand that had let him in so many nights ago.
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Paring: dark!Steve Rogers x Reader
Prompt: Steammy
Summary: Steve is not happy you being touched
Warnings: NSFW - Smut, dubious consent, rough sex, choking (not breath play)
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Steve Rogers arrived late to the hotel room the team commandeered for their control room. He'd been delayed by a small group of Senators who's sense of self-importance demanded a face to face meeting rather than the published Avenger's report everyone else received. By the time he arrived, the mission was underway and his patience was frayed.
The dozen monitors stacked upon the table along the wall showed the private lounge of the executive suite from every angle. Several heavily armed security men stood about in expensive suits that almost hid their weapons, but not quiet. Two other men lounged on a huge curved sofa in even more expensive suits, a scantily clothed girl under each arm. Across from them, on a matching leather love seat their target spoke animatedly with one hand and held a woman on his lap with the other.
Rogers froze, an angry beast roared to life in his head. He managed to keep his voice low and stable. "I thought Natasha was going in."
"I was." A voice answered from behind him. He turned to see the little red head sporting a swollen black eye. "Until one of Lundberg's goons got lucky. Elbow."
Steve scowled at the screen. "I can't believe you sent Y/N in there."
"She's trained." Nat replied at the same time Stark said, "She's great!"
Crossing his arms painfully tight, Steve leaned against the wall behind everyone else. His features drew together into a painful scowl as he watched you upon Lundberg's lap, skirt riding up and exposing your bare thighs. You tossed your head back and laughed, nuzzling your nose into his slicked back hair. Steve ground his teeth together.
One of the other men had dropped out of the conversation, now fully making out with the woman on his right. The woman on his left lowered her head and began to suck his dick. The second man, though still conversing with Lundberg, massaged the tits of one girl while the other nibbled on his ear.
Steve watched Lundberg's hand move up the inside of your thigh and disappear under your skirt. He was going to rip his arm off. "Get her the hell out of there." He growled. "She's got to have the biometric data you need."
"She can get out of there herself, Rogers. You don't need to babysit her." Nat shot him a sideways glance, easily seeing the effect the situation was having on the super soldier. However, she figured if he was too stuffy to out the relationship he had with you,, she wasn't going to cut him any slack.
He tore his eyes away from the screen long enough to glare at her. Natasha smiled back.
"Damn," Stark chuckled. "We're recording this, right? This is being recorded? It's going full on Penthouse Forum in there. This shits better than PornHub."
A dangerous rumble escaped Steve's chest. The two men and four women on the sofa were indeed getting naked. Lundberg's tongue ran up and down your throat. Steve took a step towards the door. Fuck it, he didn't care who he pissed off.
You suddenly tried to pull away from Lundberg, but he held you tight. One of the armed guard stepped forward. One hand went to your stomach, one to your mouth. Your too sweet voice whined. "Oh, Bobby. I think I'm gonna be sick."
He loosen his grip. "Now wait a minute if you think..."
Only one of the cameras caught the image of you sucking on your right ring finger. Under that nail, the powered substance induced a near immediate reaction. You leaped from Lundberg's lap and vomited the last three martinis into the potted plant.
"Get her out of here!" He shouted.
One of the armed security men escorted you down the hall to a suite. He pushed you inside, none too gently and locked you in. The closet door slipped open a second later and Clint Barton's smiling face popped out. "Hey there, ready to blow this joint?"
"Definitely." You smiled back.
Inside the closet, a hole had been cut into the ceiling to look like a utilities hatch but it went to the room directly above. A tripod hoist pulled you up one at a time. Waiting in the bedroom, Natasha stood with an unusually big smile. "Good job."
"Thanks." You pulled nearly invisible pieces of synthetic film off your skin carefully and placed them on sterile glass slides. "Finger prints. Ugh, DNA. Palm prints. Did the camera get close enough on his eyes?" You took off the necklace, which held the microscopic camera in the charm.
"Got it all." Nat collected everything. She handed you a soda to wash the taste from your mouth. "We've brought your duffel and got you a room through there if you want to go clean up. It's the bedroom on the other side of the lounge." She pointed at the door. "We'll debrief an do reports later, since we all saw the video there's no hurry."
"Perfect." You sighed, feeling gross.
Closing the bedroom door with a quiet click, you practically jumped out of your skin as Steve reached over and locked it. He’d been waiting, silently, in the dark. “Jeez, I’m going to put a bell on you!”
“I can’t believe you went in there.” Steve stepped into your space, towering over you.
“I was fine. Nat couldn’t go.”
“He was all over you.” Steve growled out.
“It was a job.” You answered, unapologetic.
His hands grasped your upper arms. A bitter scowl twisted his beautiful features. “You said there’s only me, only I get to touch you, that you’re mine.”
“I did.” You swallowed, laying you palms on his chest. “I am.”
“I can smell that bastard on you.” Steve’s nose crinkled. “Come here.”
He pulled you into the large bathroom. Steve’s hands fisted up the flimsy fabric of you tiny cocktail dress and ripped it from your body. The intensity in his eyes held you frozen in place. One large hand grabbed you by the back of the neck and pushed you into the luxurious walk in shower.
Steve stripped off his clothes, kicking them into a corner as he watched you remove the black lace bra and panties. His lip curled up, cursing. “I can’t believe you fucking wore those for him.”
“Steve,” You tried to reach for him, but he grabbed your wrist and twisted it behind your back. Your bare tits hit the cold marble tiles. He kicked your feet further apart.
“Do not touch me, do not talk to me, until his stench is off of you.” Steve turned on the water the cold spray making you gasp. He released your wrist. “Put your hands up on the wall. Keep them there.”
You did as you were told, feeling the cold water go hot. Steve’s soapy hands started on your legs, rubbing hard, deep, leaving the skin pink. His fingers dug into the muscles of your inner thighs, making your knees angle together and a moan escape your lips.
Steve stood, slapping you wet ass hard.
You cried out. Cunt soaking, He pressed his hard cock against your ass, palming your pussy. He growled. “Did he touch you here?”
“No.” You shook you head.
“You wouldn’t lie to me?” His free hand held your head back by your throat. “Did he touch that cunt of mine?” His hand slapped your pussy, sending shocks through your core.
“No.” It came out in a shaky whine.
“I can smell him here.” His fingers squeezed around your throat for just a second. Spinning you around Steve pushed your back against the wall. With soap slicked hands and a cloth he rubbed the skin of you neck and chest pink. The cloth hit the ground with a wet squish. Steve rough fingers rubbing into your breasts, your waist, and hips.
“Wanted to ripped his fucking arms off.” He growled. “And you, squirming around on his goddamn lap. Rubbing that ass of yours …”
Steve spun you around again, pushing you hard against the tile. His hand cracked against your ass cheek, then the other. Two fingers shoved deep into your wet cunt. He pumped into you hard and fast, lifting you on to your toes. Growling in your ear. “Mine.”
Your legs began to quiver, chasing your climax, but Steve pulled away. He took a hand full of wet hair and forced your to your knees. Hot water sprayed in your face, bouncing off his chest and abdomen. You opened your mouth as he forced your head back. He pushed his cock passed you’d lips to the back of your throat, stretching your jaw. Taking him as best as you could, your hand squeezed around the base of his cock, moving in concert as his fucked you mouth.
“Agh,” He breathed hard. “I’m gonna come. You hold hold it in your mouth. Ah, fuck. I want to see you swallow it down.”
His hips snapped. Steve’s grip in your hair tightened, His release filled your mouth and you concentrated to keep from swallowing him down,
Strong hands lifted you to your feet, pressing you against the tile again. His knee spread your legs hands held your wrists over your head, “Don’t swallow.” Steve ordered, biting your lower lip.
He held both your hands in his left. His right hand groped down your body, pulling at your nipples, slapping at the hardened peaks. Steve fingers slipped over your sensitive clit, rubbing and circling the bundle of nerves. Strong fingers curled into your cunt, pumping violently against your g spot. Wet sloppy sounds battled with the water of shower. You moaned, breathing heavy through your nose. You began to quake.
“Open your mouth.” Steve growled. You did, showing him the inside filled with his come. “Swallow.” You did and then cried out as your orgasm slammed into you, cunt flooding over his hand. Steve covered your mouth in a brutal, bruising kiss. Teeth and tongue, and swallowed moans.
Whether by serum enhanced stamina or sheer passion, Steve hard cock pressed against your belly demanding attention. He turned off the water before picking you up by the ass cheeks. Steve turned you into the opposite wall of the shower, your hot skin hitting tile. He buried his cock in your still quivering cunt, deep in one powerful push.
You held on to his shoulders, legs wrapping around his hip as his brutal thrust slammed you into the marble. His hold left bruising fingertip marks on your ass. His cock battered into the wall of your cunt, tearing another organs from you.
He did not stop, did not allow you to come down. Skin slapped against skin, echoing. Your harsh breathes and groans pushing him on. He was going to tear you apart and you loved it. Pain danced with pleasure, making you dizzy,
He growled in your ear, teeth pulling at the lobe. “Say it.”
“Mine!” You pulled at his hair, another wave crashing into you, cunt clutch against him.
Steve teeth sank into your throat. “Say it!”
“I’m yours!”
“Yes!” He came, practically knocking the wind from you against the marble tile. Steve let go of you and you slip to the shower floor. He leaned over you and breathed in your ear. “Don’t you dare clean up. I want you to smell like me until we get home.”
Pairing: 1940′s Dark!Bucky Barnes x Reader, Pre-Serum Steve Rogers x Reader
Summary: Bucky knows how to test your limits, but when he brings Steve into his games, you may have bargained for too much.
Prompt: For @darkficsyouneveraskedfor ‘s a picture says a thousand words challenge.
Content Warnings: Explicit sexual content, light bondage, orgasm denial, multiple partners, choking, voyeurism, manipulation, dubcon (18+ only, this is dark Bucky and he’s not messing around)
Word Count: 8k
AO3
Drip. Drip. Drip.
You thought you were going to go mad. It had been at least two hours since Bucky left. You should have been cold, naked as you were in the bathtub, but the fine tremors that went through your body kept your skin hot and flushed.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
You groaned as the drops of warm water hit your sensitive nub. You were flat on your back, your legs horizontal and slightly bent against the wall, laid bare just below the facet. It wasn’t enough to bring you to your peak, but just enough to keep you on the knife’s edge.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
You heard the front door to the apartment open. Thank God. A few seconds later, Bucky appeared in the doorway, all dressed up from his day out with Steve. You shivered as he stood there, leaning against the frame as his eyes roved over your naked body. His pink tongue wet his lips, the gesture going straight between your legs. You whimpered. It hurt.
“I… was good,” you panted. Desperate for him to either turn the water off or open it to full blast. Anything to relieve the tormenting pressure. “I didn’t move. Didn’t even touch myself.”
“Is that right?” His smile was lazy and wicked. “I think I’ll take a look for myself.”
You could barely keep still as he strode over to the tub. He knelt by the side, bright blue eyes devouring you as they roamed over your skin. He reached over the edge and moved his hand teasingly between your legs. His forefinger swirled around your swollen bud and dipped down between your folds. You gasped and arched your neck, shivering as he teased at your entrance. You could feel how tight and slick you were for him. He could feel it, too.
“That’s my girl.” His slow smile was bright but his eyes were sharp as ever. He pulled his hand away, leaving you cold and empty. “Why don’t you come on out of there, sweetheart? You must be freezing.”
You almost whined, wanting him to touch you again. Reward you for being so good, but it was true; you didn’t want to spend another second in that chilly porcelain tub.
Bucky turned off the facet and stood, grabbing a towel from the rack. You gripped the side of the tub and pulled yourself into a sitting position. Your limbs felt heavy and your fingers and toes really were freezing. You should have turned up the radiator this morning.
You carefully stepped out of the tub, nearly slipping in the process, but Bucky was there with the towel, wrapping it around you and half-lifting you out of the tub and onto the bathroom rug. You sighed in relief as he rubbed your arms through the fabric, cheeks heating when he smiled at you. It was almost a smirk, and to any other gal it would have looked simply charming with all those pearly whites.
You shivered again, and not from the cold.
Bucky removed the towel and lightly swatted your rear with his hand.
“Go on. In the bedroom and on the bed. Hands and knees. I want that lovely ass up and ready for me.”
Your squeezed your thighs in anticipation.
“Yes, Sergeant.”
He made a noise of satisfaction, low in his throat as he watched you walk past, a fox eyeing the hen.
You walked forward into the bedroom, gooseflesh prickling your arms as your nipples peaked from the brisk air. You crawled onto the bed, waiting on your hands and knees as instructed. You wanted to look over your shoulder, hearing Bucky’s footsteps not far behind, but you knew that would earn another slap to your bottom.
Your patience was rewarded; calloused, warm hands caressed the curve of your flesh. Bucky took his time, his hands exploring the expanse of your thighs and the curve of your hips, never touching the place you needed.
Finally, after he was sure you could remain quiet and still, he placed his left hand on the small of your back. He applied light pressure with his palm, forcing your back to curve as his right hand dipped between your folds. You gasped and curled your fingers into the quilted bedsheet, arching your spine as he slid two fingers down your slick pussy all the way to your swollen bud.
“Such a good girl,” Bucky praised, voice a low rumble of approval. “You’re about to burst at the seams.”
“I… followed your orders, Sarge,” you panted out. You tried not to shiver from the exposure of cool air on your naked skin. “Down to the letter.”
“So you did,” he purred, moving his fingers back up to tease your entrance. “Such an obedient little soldier deserves a reward.”
He didn’t give you time to respond as he pressed his fingers into you, parting your swollen inner folds. You pressed your lips together but couldn’t stop the whimper.
“So fuckin’ tight.” He kept pushing forward until he was in all the way to the knuckles. Bucky curled his two fingers in that special spot that sent a ripple of pleasure through your pelvis. “Jesus, sweetheart. I might have to loosen you up a little. This pretty little cunt of yours is beggin’ to milk me dry, but I wanna take my sweet time. After all, you had your fun yesterday. Only fair I have mine.”
You shivered and bit back a moan, remembering the dance hall and the trouble you’d gotten into. He squeezed your hip in warning, clearly recalling the event as well.
“You gonna be a good girl and hold still while I get you ready for me?”
“Yes, sir,” you managed to somehow answer as he continued to slowly work his fingers into you. You weren’t sure which was making your body react more—his sensual fingers or his wily tongue. Lord knew he could undo you with both.
“That’s it,” he crooned as he continued to work his fingers, in and out, slow enough that you would never reach your peak. He knew that, too. He knew how all your pieces fit together and how to dismantle them with sweet precision. “Just relax. You’re gonna have to take something a lot bigger than my fingers real soon, and I don’t wanna hurt you. I want it to feel good for you, sweetheart, even with your recent misbehavior.”
“Thank you, Sarge,” you said in a broken whisper. You had to thank him, it was only polite. If you didn’t, you would be punished, which was sometimes fun in its own right. After all, that’s why you were in this situation to begin with.
Yesterday evening, Bucky had taken you dancing. You were one of those rare birds that didn’t care for dancing, but Bucky made it into magic. The way he had swept you across the dancefloor made you feel like a real-life queen of some faraway kingdom. Maybe that’s why, when he’d gone to gab with some of his old army buddies, you went and found another cute boy at the dancehall, dragged him to a supply closet and let him put his hands up your dress while he stuck his tongue in your mouth.
You didn’t let him go under your underwear, of course. Only one man got to ever touch you there.
When Bucky had found you (it hadn’t taken long, he was too good at finding you after you wandered off) the fire in his eyes had been so terrifying the man had snatched his hands away from you so fast you’d think you were made of flaming coals.
“You got a problem or somethin’?” the man had preened while trying to recover his dignity. “Can’t you see we’re busy? Scram, before I break that ugly mug of yours.”
Bucky had placed a hand to his chest and pushed him, very lightly, but it had been enough to knock him back into the wall. Before the man could do anything, Bucky had picked you up in his arms like his newly wedded bride.
“Trust me, pal,” Bucky had said in a growl, “you want nothin’ to do with this she-devil.”
He’d kissed you full on the mouth, bold as you please, and you’d returned the gesture eagerly, curling your fingers into his slicked-back hair. When you parted, the man’s mouth was open and his eyes wide.
“You seem like a nice fella,” you’d called over Bucky’s shoulder as you were carried away. “Keep practicing and maybe you can find a pretty girl of your own!”
By the dark look in Bucky’s eyes that night, you were sure he was going to toss you into the backseat of his car and have his way right then and there for the whole street to see. But he didn’t touch you or even spoke on the way home, the tension in his jaw a warning sign. When you got into bed, he had still kept his distance. Even though you’d play this game before, you began to genuinely worry he was mad. When he said you would get a proper punishment the next day, you knew everything was right on track.
He’d been true to his word. Claiming you needed to learn some self-control and “give that needy little cunt of yours a good cleanin’,” he’d ordered you into the tub, turned on the facet to a slow dribble that would soon feel like genuine torture, and told you to stay there until you were clean. He also said once that was done, he’d dirty you up again, make you roll in the filth to show you who you truly belonged to.
It was a game the two of you shared and no one else would ever understand. Seeing Bucky with hellfire in his eyes was asking for the worse kind of trouble, but he always made sure you were taken care of no matter how rough he got. You were truly a lucky gal.
And you were all his, to do with as he pleased, just like right now.
Your nails dug into the sheets and you tried to loosen your muscles, closing your eyes as you breathed steadily and focused on the tortuous rhythm he had set. You had nearly succeeded too when he decided to throw your progress out the window. His left hand on your hip, he squeezed and slightly pulled you back, and then forward again, and you quickly realized he was fucking you on his fingers.
It was entirely indecent, so it was little surprise when your walls began to tight around him. Bucky always knew how to shock reactions out of your body you never thought possible.
“Bucky,” you whined as the pressure built in your core, earning a slap to your ass. “S—sorry, sir, I’m sorry, but I…”
“Yes?” he asked with drawn amusement.
“May I come, sir?” Your arms were beginning to tremble from the strain of holding yourself up, but you didn’t dare move.
“No.” He increased his rhythm and you pressed your lips together to stifle a ragged gasp. “If you come you’re gonna be that much tighter, and the point of this exercise is to loosen you up, isn’t it?”
You nodded, then quickly answered, “Yes, sir.”
“That’s my girl.” He rubbed your hip with his hand as he continued to move you onto his fingers. “Don’t you dare come now. I can feel you tightening. Relax, I gotta slick you up first or else there’s gonna be wear and tear. Can’t start the engine until all the necessary parts are lubed and greased, yeah?”
Your cheeks heated at the humiliation of being spoken of as an object or a machine. It also made your walls clench tighter. God, he was truly getting his revenge on you today.
“That’s enough, I think.” He pulled his large fingers out of you and you sighed with relief. You immediately bit your lip and waited for his reprimand, but it never came. Instead, you felt his warmth as he leaned against your back and prodded your lips with his fingers. Without having to be told, you opened your mouth and took them into your mouth, sucking on them as you licked off your juices.
“That’s it, sweetheart, clean ‘em good.” Bucky’s lips trailed along the back of your neck and shoulders, murmuring praise as you closed your eyes and drowned in the taste of yourself on his fingers.
Bucky drew his fingers out of your mouth with a light pop. With a lingering kiss between your shoulder blades, he moved back off of you. You heard the musical clink of a belt unbuckling, followed by the sound of runners on a zipper being pulled. Like a trained dog, your body reacted to the sound. Your skin broke into gooseflesh and heat bloomed across your core in anticipation.
You nearly jumped when something warm prodded between your folds, but you remained perfectly still, too well-trained for such an amateurish mistake. Bucky held your hip tightly as he began to push into you, the head of his cock slipping past your entrance without difficulty. You were so slick you could feel the moisture on your thighs, a mortifying shame if you’d been with anyone else. With Bucky, the more obvious your arousal for him, the more it turned him into a wild tomcat.
You quietly whined at the intrusion. Noises were allowed, in fact he encouraged them, but you wanted to show you could control yourself.
He continued to push forward, stretching your walls with a strain that slightly burned despite him taking the time to loosen you. His hips met yours as he finally bottomed out, imbedded deep inside you as far as he could go.
“Fuck. So tight even after all that. Like a goddamn virgin.” He pulled halfway out and pushed back in, not too hard as he tested the waters. “I’m not gonna last long like this, sweetheart, not with you so snug and greedy around my cock.”
You gave a small whimper but said nothing, digging your nails into the blanket. He lightly slapped your ass and you flinched around him. He cursed again.
“Shit, it’s like you were made for me, baby doll.” He pulled out and thrust back into you, much harder this time. You cried out and hung your head, silently begging him to stop teasing and to give you the brutal rhythm you needed. But he continued toying with you, his hands tracing along your sides and hips as he kept you unmoving on his cock.
You knew this game. He would keep you like that for as long as he wanted, seating inside you if you were nothing more than a hole to keep him warm. Ordinarily, you could last a long time, sometimes even winning, but today after the torture in the bathtub you knew you were going to break much faster than usual.
“Please,” you begged. There was no dignity left in your voice.
“Please what?” he taunted as his hands stilled on your hips. “You think you’re in a position to ask for anything right now? You think you deserve it?”
“N—no. I just… please. Please, fuck me, Sarge.”
The force of his next thrust jostled you so hard you nearly lost your balance. Sparks shot up your core as you gave a muffled sob. It felt so good but it wasn’t enough, you needed more or you were going to collapse into a sobbing wreck. Wouldn’t have been the first time he’d left you like that, either.
Perhaps Bucky didn’t have patience for this game today either, because he didn’t stop this time; he picked up a rhythm, hot and wet as your juices squelched around his cock. You groaned at the sound of it and the sparks that shot through you each time he slammed into your hips.
He was still completely clothed and you were entirely naked. There was something about that too that was indecent, and it only increased the pressure between your thighs.
“Think that little shit at the dance hall would still want you if he could see you now?” he grunted. “Crying for it? Begging to be fucked? Knowing what a cock-slut you are?”
“No, s—sir,” you stuttered.
“Goddamn right he wouldn’t. You’re mine. You’ll always be mine.”
His flesh pounded against yours, each thrust proving his point, each time he filled you a declaration that he owned you.
“Yes, sir, I—I’m yours.”
Apparently your words weren’t enough proof; a hand snaked around your neck, Bucky’s palm on the column of your throat as his fingers tightened under your jaw.
He began to squeeze. You gasped, back forced into an arch as he tilted your head upwards.
“I told you,” he growled, pounding into you so hard it stung. “I told you, next time I caught another man’s hands on you, I’d make sure you never forget. I said I’d fuckin’ wrap my hands around your neck as I fucked you from behind. I’d make you moan my name, baby girl, so you’d never forget who you belong to. And I keep my promises.”
Bucky squeezed, cutting off your air, and your eyes rolled into the back of your head. You came with a crash, your body clenching up so tightly you thought you might snap in half, choking out his name as sparks filled your vision. You pulsed around him so tightly he could barely move.
Bucky cursed as he released your neck. He fucked you through the remainder of your orgasm but quickly pulled out, hot cum spilling onto your back immediately after.
Your arms sagged and you collapsed onto the bed. Permission be damned, your body was completely wrung out, limp with fatigue. You shivered as a result of the aftershocks still sparking through you. You were careful to stay on your side, feeling the cum cooling on your back. You didn’t want to get the sheets dirty.
The bed dipped beside you and Bucky’s lips pressed a kiss to your temple. You sighed and leaned into his touch but he pulled away too soon. You wanted him to touch you gently and hold you to his chest, but it seemed he wasn’t done with your punishment yet.
“Up.” He lightly tapped the side of your thigh. “Lie on your back, head on the pillows.”
Relieved you wouldn’t have to move from the bed, you crawled to the headboard and lied down as instructed. You made a face as your sticky back pressed into the covers but you remained silent as Bucky approached. There was a light blue ribbon in grip, vivid and bright in his tan, calloused hands.
“Hands above your head.”
He wrapped your wrists together and tied them to the headrail, tight but not painful. Bucky tugged at the makeshift restraint; satisfied, he went to the nightstand and pulled out another piece of cloth. This one was dark and velvety. Your heart raced. By the smirk on his face, Bucky knew exactly how you were responding.
“Relax, that’s a good girl. You’re going to like this, I promise. You were so good for me today, so I thought I’d surprise you.”
You licked your lips. “Thank you, sir.” You didn’t know what the surprise was but you had to thank him regardless.
Bucky placed the blindfold around your eyes, tying it off behind your head. Your bedroom vanished behind the fabric and you closed your eyes to complete the transition to total darkness. Almost instantly your body thrummed, skin oversensitive with anticipation. Your ears strained as you tried to figure out what he had planned, but you simply felt the bed shift and Bucky’s footsteps retreat toward the bedroom door.
“Stay just like that,” he said in a low warning. Without another word of explanation, Bucky shut the bedroom door.
You held your breath and listened but you could hear nothing behind the door. You would have heard the stubborn lock in the door if he had tried to leave the apartment, so you knew he was still there. You couldn’t imagine what he possibly had planned, and you grew nervous the more time ticked by.
Your juices had cooled between your legs and the soreness was starting to settle in. You knew it would be difficult to sit without wincing for the new few days, a reminder that would linger longer than his touches.
The front door shut, startling you awake. You hadn’t even realized you’d dozed off; Bucky had really worn you out.
Voices floated to you from the living room and your muscles tensing against your restraints. You hadn’t heard anyone knock, so who could possibly be here?
You turned your head toward the bedroom door when you heard footsteps approaching. There was a click and a squeak as the knob, needing to be oiled, turned on its hinges.
“There she is,” Bucky said. It was clear he was speaking to someone else. “A real beaut. You’re gonna say ‘yes’ now, aren’t ya, pal?”
You remained silent, trying to be obedient, but your limbs thrummed with nerves. You sensed someone else there and you swallowed with genuine anxiety. You’d never discussed bringing a third person into your bed before.
There was a touch on your thigh and you flinched.
“Bucky?”
The grip on your leg tightened. “You wanna try that again, sweetheart?”
You relaxed just knowing it was Bucky’s hand on your leg.
“I’m sorry, sir. Who… who’s with you?” you timidly voiced. You didn’t have to pretend to be demure; the feel of unknown eyes crawling across your skin made you want to hide under the covers.
“What do you think?” he asked, a grin in his voice. “Should she see your face before or after you start fuckin’ her?”
You sucked in a breath. The voice that spoke left you even more speechless.
“Buck…”
He sounded reluctant, even afraid, but it was unmistakable who the words belonged to.
“Steven?”
There was a tug on the back of your blindfold as someone pulled it away. You blinked at the sudden influx of light but managed to focus your eyes. Bucky was sitting on the bed next to you, his expression satisfied like the cat who caught the canary.
Steve Rogers stood near the bottom corner of the bed, his face beet-red beneath his fine blond hair. He didn’t seem to know where to look and settled for somewhere near your foot. His hands were in his pockets and his shoulders were hunched, but your eyes immediately fastened on the slight tent in his trousers.
Oh. You never would have considered including anyone else in your games with Bucky, but if it had to be someone, you were glad it was Steve. He was so sensitive, one of those beautiful souls you could only experience in romance spy serials. You didn’t know why the other gals didn’t fancy him. If you weren’t with Bucky, and very happily so, you would have eaten him right up without a second thought.
Undoubtedly Bucky knew that, which was why Steve was here to begin with. It made you curious just how much his best friend knew about your bedroom trysts. He didn’t seem the type to partake, and you hoped Bucky hadn’t misled him. Steve was too sweet and wholesome for that.
“Hi,” Steve responded quietly, his head still ducked in shyness.
“C’mon, Steve,” Bucky chastised him, eyes bright with amusement. “Don’t be rude. Look at the lady when you’re talkin’ to her.”
Steve reluctantly dragged his eyes upward, which only gave him a better view as his gaze traveled up your legs, lingering on your pussy before darting up to your breasts. He hard-swallowed and finally met your eye, his jaw tight.
According to Bucky, Steve could face down an entire gang of hot heads and get pummeled bloody without so much as crying. Faced with a woman, tied up and naked on a bed, his courage seemed to flee him as if he were facing a dragon.
You traced your tongue across your bottom lip and watched as his Adam’s apple bobbed. Perhaps the analogy wasn’t inaccurate.
“Buck, I don’t think—“
“What’s wrong?” you asked with an innocent tilt of your head. “Don’t you like me, Steven?”
Bucky’s hand on your thigh twitched. Steve looked away again, somehow even more crimson than before.
“Course I like you, I—I mean, as a friend. You’re Bucky’s best gal, I can’t just…”
Bucky spoke when Steve trailed off. “You got that thing we talked about?”
The smaller man winced and rummaged in his pocket before pulling out a plastic square. He held the tip of it as if afraid it would bite him.
“So, what’s the problem?” Bucky rubbed circles into your thigh, keeping you slicked up even now with nothing more than a touch. “You came prepared, fully knowin’ what you wanted, so why does it matter that she’s my girl? I’m lettin’ you borrow her, aren’t I?”
“Jesus, Buck, she’s not a—“
Steve fell silent at Bucky’s warning glare. Satisfied, Bucky turned to you and the hardness on his brow softened with mischief.
“It’s gonna be Steve’s birthday next week. Twenty-seven years old and never touched a girl. Go on, sweetheart. Tell him how you feel about that.”
Steve’s frown was tight and unhappy, humiliated.
“You don’t gotta make fun of me—“
“Never,” you interrupted him.
Steve blinked and he looked up at you, surprise overcoming his shyness, at least temporarily. You had to take advantage of the moment and assuage his fears.
“I don’t think it’s funny at all. It’s not right, the way those girls ignore you. They’re idiots, Steven, they don’t know what they’re missing out on. Any girl should be thanking her lucky stars to have you, and I mean that. You know I’d never lie to you or play you for a fool.”
He looked down at the floor, shuffling as the flush returned to his cheeks. Bucky looked pleased but you didn’t miss the dark in his eyes. It was a sort of hunger you could recognize in the pitch black of night. It spurred you on.
“In fact, if I was your girl, you wouldn’t be able to go anywhere for your birthday. You know why?” You grinned as you slightly arched your back, pushing your breasts up shamelessly, like the girls did in the skin mags. “Because I wouldn’t let you out of bed. I’d ride you so long and so hard that your legs wouldn’t work anymore.”
Steve’s eyes, which had been fastened on his shoes as you’d been talking, went wide as dinner plates. The tent in his pants was erected higher now and he any denial of his interest would have been pointless.
You didn’t look at Bucky, pointedly ignoring him in favor of giving all your attention to Steve, but you could feel the electrifying focus of his gaze. Steve was in over his head, that was clear now, but you would ease the way for him where you could. If it tested Bucky’s restraint and control, which you knew it would, even better.
“Come on, Steven.” No one called him by Steven except you. You liked the way it made him hot under the collar, and you especially liked the way it made him blush now. “Let me give you something nice for your birthday. Please?”
“I…” He looked up at Bucky as if for confirmation but Bucky simply raised his eyebrows and remained silent. He was giving him the chance to back out and still save face.
Steve tensed his jaw in a way you’re sure many a Brooklynite had seen before. He looked like he was squaring up to go to war.
“If this is what you want.” He was looking at you, not at Bucky, and you thought it was further proof that he was braver than the gals gave him credit for.
“I want it, Steven,” you answered breathily. “I want it real bad.”
Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Bucky wet his lips with his tongue in that slow way you loved. Covetous with lust.
Steve nodded his head. “Okay. If you’re sure, then I’m onboard.”
“Course she’s sure.” Bucky gave your thigh a pat before standing up from the bed. “I trust you can figure this next part out by yourself.”
Steve flushed. “Yeah, Buck, I know how this works…” He watched as Bucky sat in the reading chair at the corner of the room. He spread his legs confidently, making it clear he wasn’t going anywhere. He was settling in for the show.
“You… you’re going to watch?” Steve asked nervously.
Bucky raised his brows in feigned surprise, though he couldn’t completely hide the slight curl of his lips. “You think I’m gonna leave the room while my best gal is fucked by another man? No offense, punk, but I gotta make sure you follow the rules.”
You perked up, curious. They had discussed rules?
Steve shook his head but didn’t protest. He unbuttoned his shirt and you followed the progression of his lithe fingers. Artist’s hands, you thought. Your mouth watered and you rubbed your thighs together.
Bucky caught the movement; he was watching you watch Steve undress. Your skin heated under his intense scrutiny but you kept your own focus on his best friend.
Once unbuttoned, Steve tugged his shirt out of his pants and pulled off his suspenders. He unzipped his pants and dropped them, along with his dress shirt, so only his undershirt and shorts remained. They were white with blue stripes, his legs thin and his knees knobby. He looked down and away, unable to meet your eye again.
“Come on now, don’t keep a girl waiting.”
Steve looked up at the sound of your lust-heavy voice. He studied your face and his eyes grew rounder as he saw your impatience was quite genuine. With steadier fingers and more confident movements, he pulled off his undershirt, and with only a second hesitation, pulled down his shorts.
His cock stood erect, released from its confines. He wasn’t as long or thick as Bucky, but that was hardly the point of this.
“I’m getting cold, Steven,” you complained softly, shifting on the bed. It was true, the air in the apartment was too cool, but mostly you were impatient to feel his long fingers all over your skin. “Come warm me up.”
The corner of his mouth twitched into a smile, but when he approached the bed Bucky drawled, “Forgettin’ the rules already? Good thing I stayed, huh?”
Steve came to a stop and blanched. He bent down and rummaged in his pants pocket, pulling out the square again. He tore off the top and pulled out the rolled rubber. Shooting Bucky a sour look, he turned away from him, giving you a front-seat view. Steve took the base of his cock in one hand and, after a moment of fumbling, rolled the rubber down his shaft covering it from tip to base.
You wished your hands were free—watching Steve’s expression as you rolled on the condom for him would have been wildly fun—but you didn’t ask. If Bucky had wanted you untied, he wouldn’t have left you trussed up on the bed like a holiday gift come Christmas morning.
Steve looked up at you again, his eyes dark as he took in every inch of you. The heat pooled in your belly like a liquid fire and you knew as soon as you were touched you would go up in flames.
He paused for a moment, took a deep breath, and got up onto the bed. He crawled over to you, golden strands of hair falling into his face as he kept his eyes firmly on where he was going, not the prize that lay before him. When he finally reached your side, he was breathing faster. You hoped Bucky took his asthma into account when he’d formed this devious scheme.
Steve seemed not to know where to start, or perhaps he had no idea what to do. You didn’t take pity on him so much as you couldn’t stand the slick growing between your thighs.
“Touch me,” you gently instructed.
“Where?” he asked.
“Anywhere you want.” You could guide be a more firm guide later, for now, you wanted to see what he did on his own.
Steve reached out a shaky hand and placed it against your stomach. He’d probably thought it was safe territory, neutral ground that wouldn’t instigate an ambush, but to you it was one of the more sensitive spots he could have picked.
You shivered and released a held breath. Your nipples were so hard they ached, begging to be touched. “Good, that’s good,” you mumbled when it seemed like he might pull away. You wanted him to understand these reactions were good and natural. You figured no one had bothered to even teach him this much, and it was a damned shame.
What wasn’t a shame was the way he began to draw circles across your stomach, little divots and swirls painting your skin with his fingertips. Bucky’s hands were rough and calloused from his work down at the warehouses, but Steve’s fingers were soft like silk.
You couldn’t wait; you needed those hands on you. Now.
“Touch me higher,” you breathed out. “Or lower. It feels good, Steven, really good. I want you to do it more.”
“I, yeah. Okay.”
His warm hands trailed upward, hesitating below the curve of your breasts. He swallowed and ran his tongue over his lips before proceeding. When his palms finally moved upwards and crested your nipples, you pushed your breasts upward into his hands. He squeezed reflexively and cursed quietly, in awe.
“Rub her nipples between your fingers. She loves it.”
You’d almost forgotten Bucky was in the room. You glanced down and saw he was still in the chair, his legs spread wide as he palmed the crotch of his pants. You couldn’t help recall your secret fantasy, the one where you took both Bucky and Steve to bed. You’d never voiced it to him, never dared, thinking that was too far for the games you played. To think, Bucky was already one step ahead of you. He knew you too well.
Steve said nothing but he did follow Bucky’s suggestion. He ran one nipple between the soft pads of his fingers, tweaking it gently. Your hips twitched and you groaned low in your throat.
He reached over and did it to the other nipple as well, and it wasn’t long before you were squirming on the bed. You pulled at the ribbon around your wrists but it held tight.
“Please,” you begged breathlessly. “Please touch me more.”
“Where?” Steve asked again, voice strained this time. You could see he was so hard he was leaking precum into the condom.
“Down there. Between my legs.”
Your pleas and breathy moans were apparently enough for him to overcome his shyness, because Steve’s hands were a lot more assured as they moved down the planes of your body. You opened your legs for him without thought, your body responding naturally as his hands splayed across your mound.
You closed your eyes and took a breath as you fought to steady yourself. Between Steve’s worshipful touches and Bucky egging him on, you knew you weren’t going to last.
“I… I don’t know how…”
“It’s okay. Just keep touching me with your hands. You feel so good, Steve. Don’t stop.” You nearly whined in your desperation. Bucky made a noise in his throat.
“Begs pretty, doesn’t she?”
You opened your eyes and looked down to see Bucky’s hand in his pants as he stroked himself. You whined again. This truly was punishment.
“Don’t look at me, sweetheart. You’re all Steve’s right now, but only for as long as I want you to be. So enjoy it while it lasts, the both of you.”
You wet your lips and gave a hoarse, “Yes, sir.”
Steve continued touching you, his long fingers exploring your folds as if opening the petals of a flower. When his fingers brushed over your sensitive bud, you gasped.
“Right there,” Bucky said tightly. “You gotta rub right there. Not too hard or too soft. The rhythm is what’s most important. Keep it at a pace she likes and she’ll melt in your hands like butter.”
Steve took to the instructions as seriously as his craft He rubbed his thumb against you in a circular motion, pressing at different angles until he found one that left you writhing and panting. It wasn’t long before the pressure began to build.
Bucky purred, “She’s close. Keep goin’ just like that. See how her legs are shaking? That’s when you know to go a little faster, tip her over the edge, make her cry and beg for it—“
Listening to Bucky’s voice grow rougher as he instructed his best friend on the best way to pleasure you was too much. You cried out and arched your back, gripping the ribbon that tied your wrists together as tremors coursed through your limbs. You collapsed back onto the bed, panting and shivering from the aftershocks.
Steve pulled back, his cheeks flushed by his eyes no longer averted in shyness. His gaze was focused on you intently, his eyes dark and his lips pink from biting on them. He was scrumptious enough to eat, but you were the one laid out to be devoured.
“Get on with it or I’m gonna come over there and fuck her myself.”
Bucky had freed his cock from his pants and was giving it slow, languid strokes as he watched the entire affair. Your mouth instantly watered at the sight and you tugged at your bindings, frustrated.
He gave a pearly white grin. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? See if you could take us both at once?”
Oh, God. Now that the thought was in your head, you couldn’t get it out. The imagery of you riding Steve, hands splayed over his thin chest as Bucky took you from behind, the two men filling you in a way you’d never experienced before.
You tugged so hard on the ribbon you knew there would be bruises later. But he had asked you a question, so you had to respond. “Yes, sir. I would like to try.”
“I bet you would,” he answered with a shark’s grin. The tip of his tongue darted across his lower lip. “But that’s the advanced course. Right now, we’re in basic training. So hop to it, Steve, we don’t got all day.”
Steve’s scowl of frustration aimed in Bucky’s direction was endearing but it wouldn’t get you what you wanted.
“Look at me, Steve.”
Your words were commanding but your tone was tender. It drew his attention back immediately and his expression likewise softened.
Just focus on me, you hoped your expression said. It’s just us right now, ignore him.
Of course, you would never ignore Bucky; his presence was part of the fun, but you knew that wasn’t the case for Steve and wanted this to be a good experience for him.
Steve sighed through his nose but some of the tension seemed to leave his shoulders as he watched you. He reached forward and stroked his deft hands up and down the inside of your thighs, taking his time to savor you as if you were one of his sketches. You hummed in the back of your throat and opened yourself to him again, wordlessly begging him forward. He obeyed, moving between your legs as he knelt between your thighs. You enjoyed the sight of him like that, looming over you with his cock in his hands.
You bit your lip as you watched him line himself up, fumbling a little as he pushed forward and went a bit too high for his target. You tipped your hips upward so he wasn’t pressing on your pelvic bone and guided him in between your folds to your slick entrance.
Steve began to push but paused, his brows furrowed as sweat beaded his forehead.
“I… I don’t want to hurt you,” he said so softly you almost couldn’t hear.
You smiled fondly. He really was sweet.
“You won’t, I promise. I’ll let you know if you do, all right?”
He nodded wordlessly, the Adam’s apple in his throat bobbing as he swallowed. He moved forward again, pressing the tip harder against your entrance. There was some resistance—you were still tight from your last orgasm—but he finally pushed inside. His face lightened in surprise and then immediately tightened as your walls clung to him greedily.
Steve continued to push until his hips met yours, fully embedded inside of you. He gave a shaky exhale and closed his eyes as if to steady himself.
“You’re doing great,” you said softly. “You feel so good, you know that? So good for me.”
He opened his eyes, and even though he was buried up to the hilt in you, his blue eyes still shone with uncertainty. He really did suspect you were just teasing him. It made you angry at all the girls who had made him feel less than worthy.
“You ever kiss a girl before?” you asked curiously. He frowned, certain you were teasing him now.
“And grade school doesn’t count,” Bucky added his own snarky commentary.
Steve’s burning cheeks telegraphed his answer.
“That’s all right,” you reassured him. “Come here.”
You wanted to touch Steve so badly but the damned bindings wouldn’t let you. When he didn’t move you said, very plainly, “Kiss me.”
You didn’t know if Bucky was too keen on you kissing other guys again after yesterday, but you didn’t care. He should have gagged you if lips were off-limits.
Steve’s eyes widened as his mouth hung open. You waited patiently for his answer. A part of you wanted to moan and writhe, beg him to move inside of you, but Bucky’s games had trained you well.
He finally closed the distance. When Steve’s lips met yours they were soft and tentative. You kissed him back with none of the nerves or hesitation, opening your mouth to him at the same moment you wrapped your legs around his hips.
He groaned into your mouth, surprised, but then kissed you back with growing fervor. His mouth was sloppy against yours and he began to push his hips forward in an uneven rhythm.
It felt good, really good, but you wished you could feel the raw contact of his cock. You had never liked using rubbers, and you suspected it was one of the reasons Bucky had insisted Steve use one. Only Bucky was allowed to fuck you with a bare cock, and it only made this whole event that much more depraved. He was allowing this to happen, and even with Steve deep inside of you, there was no forgetting who you belonged to.
Steve began to coach his pace into an even rhythm, pulling away from your mouth to lick and kiss against your neck. You pushed your head back against the pillow to give him more room, closing your eyes as you drowned in the feeling of him thrusting into you.
When something warm and solid pressed against your lisp you didn’t hesitate; you opened your mouth and took Bucky’s cock into your mouth, smelling his musk and tasting yourself on his skin. He curled his fingers into your hair, pulling your head up to better fuck into your mouth.
“Fuck, you like that, don’t you?” Bucky rasped out. “Bein’ used by two men at once. Maybe now you won’t be the slut of the entire borough. Just gotta wear you out and use you up so you won’t act like a stray bitch in heat all the damn time.”
You groaned around Bucky’s’ cock, his tightening grip. Your tongue lapped against the underside of his cock, trying to taste every inch of him, unable to play and tease him how you wanted to with the speed he was plunging into your mouth.
You half-expected Steve jump in and defend your honor. But Steve was too focused, propping himself onto his hands and knees as he fucked you with more force than you would have thought possible for someone so slight.
You couldn’t stop it, the mounting pressure as both of them used your body for their own pleasure. You were bound up, unable to move, helpless and trapped between them. An object to be fucked and filled with cum.
The orgasm slammed into you with brutal force. Back arching off the bed, you sobbed pitifully as you were helpless before the overwhelming tide.
Steve gasped out an, “Oh, God,” and gripped your hips tightly, his entire body trembling as you felt a faint echo of his cock throbbing inside of you. He pulled out of you too soon and you whined at the sudden absence between your legs.
Bucky growled and suddenly his fingers were bruisingly tight in your hair. His pace became even more brutal and you were sure you would pass out soon from lack of air, but his rhythm stuttered and he cursed, holding your head completely still. Hot cum spilled down your throat, forcing you to swallow or choke on it. You did so, greedily milking him dry, unable to fully catch your breath with his cock so far in your mouth.
He pulled out finally and you gasped and coughed for air. There was drool on your chin and your lips burned from the rough friction. You were a mess, panting and flushed and well-used.
“Good girl,” he cooed while stroking your hair, almost tender. “Always so good, even when you’re bad.”
You leaned into his touch but he pulled back, leaving you cold and alone on the bed. Steve was already getting dressed, his face still flushed and his hair unkempt in a way that made you want to run your fingers through it.
But Bucky left you tied up on the bed, because of course he would. You fumbled with the ribbon portion tied to the headrail but it was pulled tight. Bucky knew his knots.
“I’ll, uh, see you later,” Steve said once he was fully clothed, barely able to meet your eye again. “Thank you for… It was nice.”
He looked like he wanted to say more and was gathering up his courage to do so, but Bucky was already herding him toward the bedroom door.
“Yeah, yeah, she gets it, Steve. Don’t go getting’ all sweet on her now, you wouldn’t survive it. There’s a reason I had her all tied up, pal. It was for your own good.”
You pouted but neither of the men could see you as they left the bedroom. You listened to their retreating footsteps, some muffled talking, and then finally the sound of the front door opening and shutting. You fidgeted again, trying to loosen your bonds one last time.
“Won’t do you any good, baby doll. Unless your aimin’ to make that ribbon tighter."
You jumped; you hadn’t heard Bucky come back down the hallway. His footsteps were silent across the carpet; he’d taken off his shoes.
You watched him, transfixed, as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt. He pulled it off his shoulders, followed by his undershirt. His belt and pants came next, his movements fluid and graceful like a predator.
Once his erection was freed of his white shorts, he crawled onto the bed, moving slow and unhurried. He kneeled over you, caging you in. You couldn’t help but pull against your bindings, heart racing.
Bucky placed his large hand around your neck, forcing you to look up at him as he gazed down at you. His grin was gone; he no longer playing games. He hitched your leg up around his waist and gave no warning as he lined himself up and shoved inside, forcing you open.
Your cry was short and jagged. Bucky stretched you and filled you more than Steve had, and he was far less gentle. He embedded himself the rest of the way with a hard thrust.
Beyond words at this point, you whimpered. He brought his lips close to yours, brushing against them as he kept the back of your head firmly pressed against the pillow, fingers firm around your throat.
“We’re not done,” he warned, low and ominous. “I told you we wouldn’t stop until you were a complete mess. So settle in, sweetheart, because you’re not goin’ anywhere. For a long, long time.”
Summary: Sometimes you have to take matters into your own hands. With how busy Steve was lately, you were feeling neglected. When all else failed, you decided to take a more unconventional approach, but maybe you pushed Steve a little too far. This is my first attempt at a dark!fic, so let me know how I did, or if you’d like to read more of this kind of thing in the future.
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Warnings: dark!Steve, non-con/dub-con, possessive Steve, jealous Steve, swearing, unprotected sex, Steve is incredibly out of character. This is a dark fic. I cannot stress that enough. Strictly 18+.
Word Count: 2.2k
Steve had been busy lately, not spending as much time with you as you would have liked. This happened every now and then, especially before a big mission. You understood that he couldn’t help it, but that didn’t mean you liked it. For the past month, you had barely seen your boyfriend, even though you shared an apartment together. He was so wrapped up in researching and planning for the latest mission that he wasn’t even coming home for meals anymore.
He missed your weekly date nights, something he had never done before, and it stung. At first, he’d call you or break the news to you in person, promising to make it up to you. Now, though, he’d send you a quick apologetic text, and you soon grew to expect them. You would have talked to him about it, but how were you supposed to do that when you barely saw him? The last thing you wanted was to start a fight in front of the team, so during the rare occasions that your paths overlapped throughout the day, you tried your best to prevent the frustration and tension you were harboring from showing.
You missed your boyfriend, and none of your attempts to get him to ease up even a little bit on work had been successful. Missing him and desperate for any kind of attention, you decided that you might have to take matters into your own hands. Waiting for Steve to come around was getting exhausting. It was going to take something drastic to shock yourselves out of this pattern you’d fallen into.
Despite his friendly and open demeanor, Steve was extremely possessive of you. He would always grip you just a little tighter in the presence of other men, not afraid to glare at any who’s eyes lingered on you a little too long. You were his. You knew just how to push his buttons to get a rise out of him. It didn’t show with the other Avengers, but that’s because he didn’t perceive them as a threat; they knew you were with him, and they always respected that. Not like you were interested in anyone besides Steve, anyway, but you were pretty sure that if you approached them with your problem, they’d be more than willing to help out.
A few days later, with the help of Wanda and Nat, your plan was in motion. You smoothed over the fabric of your skirt, shorter than you’d usually wear, but you were going to do everything you could to get a rise out of Steve. This outfit had to get his attention. You picked a blouse you knew Steve loved, tucking it in, and unbuttoning it just enough so that if you bent over, the lace of your bra peeked out. A pair of heels, a choker, and the diamond studs Steve bought you for your last anniversary were the finishing touch. You had to admit, you looked good.
Sauntering downstairs, you found Bucky and Sam in the kitchen. Wanda texted you on your way down, saying she and Nat would meet you there in a few minutes. Steve was exactly where you expected him to be; seated at the kitchen island, a cup of coffee in one hand as he immersed himself in the stack of papers in front of him, surrounded by folders he had yet to open. A pang of uncertainty and guilt bloomed in your stomach. Maybe you were taking this a little too far, but you suppressed the thought.
“Morning boys,” you hummed, giving Sam a coy smile as you purposely brushed against Bucky while helping yourself to some coffee. Steve, however, you completely ignored. If he wasn’t going to pay any attention to you, then he was going to get the exact same treatment.
“M-morning, Y/N,” Bucky stammered, taking in what you were wearing.
“Well don’t you clean up nice. I heard you’re having a girls day?” Sam was eyeing you carefully, almost as if he was catching on to what you were doing.
“Thanks, Sammy. Yup, I think Nat, Wanda and I are going out. Superhero life is great and all, but I need a break.” You grinned, batting your eyelashes at Sam as Steve cleared his throat at that particular nickname, finally looking up from the pile of papers.
His eyes found yours and he flashed you a warning look before his gaze traveled down to your outfit, his eyes focused on the lace of your bra that was just barely peeking out from behind your shirt, how dangerously low you had unbuttoned it. There was a reason it was his favorite out of all your shirts. When he realized just how short that tight faux leather skirt was, he had to restrain himself from grabbing you by the wrist and dragging you back to your shared apartment.
“Oh, morning, Steve. Didn’t see you there,” you feigned innocence, taking a sip of your coffee, loving the feeling of his eyes on you.
Steve's brow furrowed, shocked at your response. He swallowed thickly, jaw clenched as he wrestled with his thoughts. Since when did you dress like this? Since when did you call Sam ‘Sammy’? He never wanted to be that controlling boyfriend, but he hated knowing that you’d be going out dressed like that without him. If he didn’t know any better, he’d almost think you were doing this on purpose.
Before he could say anything, though, Nat and Wanda entered the room, their eyes on Steve rather than you, but you were sure part of that was due to their desire to see Steve lose his cool. He was normally so levelheaded, but all that went out the window when it came to you. No one had quite the hold over him that you did. “Ready, Y/N?”
“Ready!”
You set your mug down in the sink, grabbing your purse. Before leaving, you made sure to kiss Bucky’s cheek and give Sam’s bicep a gentle squeeze. You could hear Steve’s sharp intake of breath, but to him, you said nothing, barely even glancing at him on your way out. You didn’t miss the way his arms crossed over his chest straining the fabric of his shirt, his features flushing with anger. “Bye boys. Don’t bother waiting up, we’ll be home late.”
Although you couldn’t see it, you could feel Steve glaring at your back as you left. You’d be in trouble when you got home, that much was clear, but you weren’t quite done teaching Steve a lesson yet.
As you left, your phone vibrated. It was a text from Steve.
You knew you were in trouble just from the tone of the text. But you decided to see how far you could push it. His text went ignored, something you’d normally never do. You loved pleasing Steve, but with how much he’d been ignoring you lately, he deserved a taste of his own medicine.
You got home late, well after midnight. The apartment was dark and you figured Steve had gone to sleep. Knowing him, he’d have to be up early tomorrow, so he wouldn’t have waited up anyway. Maybe you had underestimated his ability to compartmentalize.
You didn’t realize just how wrong you were. What you didn’t notice, was the figure that slowly stood from the living room armchair, approaching with all the stealth of a trained agent. Out of nowhere, a hand suddenly wrapped around your throat, forcing you backward pinning you against the door before you even have a chance to take your shoes off. The breath left your lungs and you could feel your heart hammering in fear.
Standing in front of you, tightening his grip on your throat to keep you immobile, was Steve Rogers. He was pissed. He was fuming. That much was obvious. Anger rolled off him in palpable waves. His muscles were tensed, as if ready for a fight, and in the darkness, you could see the scowl on his face. “What the hell has gotten into you lately?”
“Well, definitely not you,” you retorted. “Funny, I could ask you the same thing.”
“Y/N,” he warned, grip on your neck tightening ever so slightly, now starting to inhibit your breathing. Whether he was doing it intentionally or not, his message was clear; you’re really pushing your luck. “I’ll repeat myself one more time. What. The. Hell,” his knee was between your legs now, roughly spreading them apart, “has gotten into you. Flirting with Sam? With Bucky? Right in front of me as if was invisible. I’m not that scrawny boy from Brooklyn anymore, doll. You don’t get to ignore me. I’m just as good as Bucky Barnes. Better. I’m Captain America, doll, do you know how many people would kill to be where you are right now?”
“Oh, so you did notice then,” you tried to resist the urge to roll your eyes, knowing it would only get you in more trouble.
Before you fully realized what Steve was doing, his hand moved from your neck to your waist, and he hoisted you up over his shoulder, gripping your ass tightly. He took the stairs two at a time, not even bothering to turn on a light. It would only delay him. “You really are a fuckin’ brat, you know that, Y/N? You know how hard I work to keep you safe? To keep the world safe?”
He dumped you onto the bed unceremoniously, stepping back and waving his hands with a slight shrug of his tensed shoulders. “Well, Y/N?”
“Oh, you’re keeping me safe? Sure, Steve. That’s why you’ve all but ignored me for the past month.”
He stalked closer to you, standing at the foot of the bed, towering over you menacingly, his jaw clenched, fists balled at his side as he took a deep breath. “Oh, I ignored you? You think I didn’t notice you flirting with every single man in your midst? You think I didn’t see how you watched me while you kissed Bucky’s cheek? I saw everything. And you know what I think? I think you’re a goddamn brat who needs to learn her place. I don’t care how busy I am, or how unfair you think I’m being.”
Steve’s hands were on you then, gripping your hips tightly, yanking you towards him, letting you fall back against the bed. One hand gripped both your wrists above your head as the other found its way between your legs. When his fingers found your core unobstructed, he let out a dangerous huff. “No panties, princess? You think you can just wear whatever you want? I don’t think so. You belong to me, princess. Only I get to see your pretty little pussy. Only I get to touch you,” his thumb brushed against your clit, just enough to elicit a low whine. “You’re mine. Say it, doll. Who do you belong to?”
When you didn’t answer immediately, he gave your clit a sharp slap, the stinging instinctively making you try to close your legs. “I don’t fucking think so,” Steve growled. “You’ll keep your legs open and accept your punishment until you answer me. Who the fuck do you belong to?”
You could feel your heart beating like it was trying to jump out of your chest. Your skin felt like it was on fire with even the slightest touch, and your cunt was throbbing in a combination of pain and need that was entirely new. The rational part of your brain said that Steve was going too far, that this was a terrifying new side of Steve that you hadn’t known existed and that you should be afraid. Maybe you had pushed him too far, but the sudden feeling of his lips against the nape of your neck, the sound of fabric ripping as he tore your shirt open, well it was enough to chase any rational thoughts out of your head.
Again, you took too long to answer, and again, you felt the sharp sting of his hand, this time making you cry out in pain. “Steve, stop,” you gasped. “Please.”
“Stop? You want me to stop?” Steve’s grip on your hands tightened as he ran a knuckle down your cheek before taking your nipple in his mouth, grazing the bud with his teeth. “You’re the one who started this, princess. You’re the one parading around showing off those perfect tits, not even wearing panties. You wanted my attention, doll? You’ve got it, and I’m going to give you everything you wanted and more.”
Steve pulled away from you for just a moment, going to the bedside table to retrieve something. Every fiber of your being was telling you to run, but you were petrified. Steve was a super soldier, and you were just a human. Trying to escape would only make things worse.
You felt it, rough and scratchy against your wrists before you could see what Steve was doing. Rope. “Oh, princess, I’m just getting started. By the time I’m done with you, no one will ever doubt who you belong to, not even you.”
Prompt: NSFW text message involving the word Princess (text message included in the story)
Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Smut
Words: 1k
Pairing: Tony Stark x Fem!Reader
Summary: Tony likes to make things his. (plot, what plot)
A/N: This is for @darkficsyouneveraskedfor A picture says a thousand words challenge, congrats on your 5,500 followers! This is my real first shot at writing a darker character with a little smut sprinkled in. Also, for those wondering Peter Parker is in college in this story, so mid-twenties.
Song: Closer by Nine Inch Nails
My whole existence is flawed.
He watches you with the youngest member of the team. The two of you are closer in age and have hit it off, but there is a naïve innocence in Peter’s eyes that yours lack, which Tony noticed the first time he met you. Natasha was your biggest fan so far, because you came in head strong, not taking shit off anyone. Ballbuster was what several of the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents had whispered when referring to you. He didn’t blame you for your attitude though, being a woman – especially an attractive one – could make any line of work more difficult.
You’d given every man in the compound a run for his money, made him earn your respect. You’d came in and proved your dominance in the matter of a couple months. Tony was impressed you even had Captain America himself practically eating out of the palm of your hand. Being too nice could be seen as flirty, then people might think you were sleeping your way to the top. It was apparent you had taken the opposite route – hard and cold, but he can see past that. He knows there is good inside of you and Tony just wants a taste of it, because then maybe he can take that goodness and make it a part of him.
***
Was it something you said? Something you did? When Happy Hogan had approached you at the party and said Tony Stark wanted to see you – you were certain you were in hot water. What you hadn’t expected was to be escorted to his private room. To find the billionaire rolling up the sleeves, stalking you like a predator.
“I don’t have daddy issues,” was your first defense.
“Never said you did,” the smirk on his face unnerves you. He points at the large mirror which sits atop the black dresser behind you, and you turn around to look at yourself. “You are fierce, independent, gorgeous –" He steps closer and you can feel the front of his shirt pressing against your bare back as he moves one hand to your shoulder gently. You’re unsure if you regret the short, strapless black dress you'd picked for tonight or if you’re thankful for the lack of material.
“I don’t need your compliments Stark,” you sneer, watching him through the mirror as he leans his face closer to you.
“Trust me Princess,” his words hot against your neck, “you need this.”
“And you know what I need?” You question sarcastically, watching your reflection in the mirror. There was no denying Tony Stark oozed sex appeal, and as his lips brush against the base of your neck, your entire body shivers.
His left hand moves from your shoulder slowly up around your neck and you watch in the mirror as his right-hand trails down your thigh, slipping under the edge of your dress. He moves his mouth up your neck until he reaches your ear, “You need someone with experience – to put you in your place.” The words bother you as his fingers tighten around your throat for a moment, but the visual in the mirror and his mouth on your skin is giving you a rush like you haven’t felt before.
His fingers sneak past the black lacy boy shorts you remember buying on sale last month at Victoria’s Secret, and you clench your jaw as he slips down between your folds, sliding easily along your clit.
A guttural growl escapes his lips as he nips your ear lobe, “You’re soaked.”
He watches your face in the mirror as his fingers caress you, dipping and swirling in a rhythmic motion, until you grab the edge of the dresser with one hand, knuckles pale as you toss your head back against his shoulder. His lips find yours and his tongue is hot as it presses hard against your own – consuming you. He keeps his lips on you and your moan reverberates inside the cavern of his mouth. He kisses you softly as you recover, releasing his hand from your thighs.
You’re almost embarrassed at how quickly you came undone in his hand, but his dark eyes are staring at you in the mirror with nothing but desire as he whispers against your temple, “Good girl.” He brings his hand up and you can see his fingers glistening with your slick in the reflection and you watch as he slips his fingers inside his mouth, tasting you for himself. His lips curl into a smirk as he pulls his fingers away, his tone low, yet rough, “Just like I thought.” He takes your wrist, turning you to face him, “I need more where that came from.”
“And if I say no?” The smile playing on your lips lets him know your challenge is no threat.
“I’d hate to have to punish you on your first night Princess,” he runs his finger along your jaw, tilting your chin up higher to look at him.
“Punish?” You raise a curious eyebrow.
A sinister smile spreads across his face, “Oh yea. See, out there –” He waves his hand over to his bedroom door. “You may be in charge, but in here, you answer to me. In here – you belong to me. Understood?”
You can feel your pulse at your wrist, beating rapidly against his hand. This isn’t the man the rest of the team knows and you’re not sure what you’re signing up for, but in this moment, you don’t care. All you can think about is how experienced that smart ass mouth of his is.
“Yes, Daddy.”
***
The next day you sit calmly at a table alone in the back of the conference room. A mandatory sexual harassment seminar, the lights in the room are down low so everyone can see the PowerPoint projected on the whiteboard at the front of the room clearly. It is the last thing on your mind, since you’ve been replaying last nights events on repeat in your head all morning. This new arrangement you’d made with Tony might end up being the death of you. The seminar is just starting when the chair next to you slides out and you glance up to see Steve slipping into the seat quietly.
“I can think of better ways to spend my Saturday,” you whisper, leaning close to the Captain.
“Really?” Rogers smirks. “I thought you were all work and no play.”
“I’d much rather file reports than this,” you smile.
The seminar begins and the agent at the front of the room begins speaking in a rather monotonous tone, after a few minutes you feel your phone vibrate. Instinctively, you slide it from your pocket and hold it carefully under the table, forgetting about the last message you'd sent.
Daddy?
Yes, Princess?
I'm wet
I’m going to have to punish you for that.
A playful smile crosses your lips at Tony’s response, but you’re unaware the man next to you is curiously looking over your shoulder at the phone. Steve’s hushed voice in your ear makes your heart stop, “Who’s your Daddy?”
I have reached 5,500 followers and wanted to celebrate with something special. The challenge will be to write a dark!fic with any MCU character(s).
Do I have to follow you to participate?
I’m not that much of a narcissist. You don’t have to follow me but it’s always nice. I won’t check any way. <3
What kind of story do I write?
Now this is a dark! challenge so I think you know what that means. A reminder that it doesn’t need to include noncon but the characters should be darker than their canon counterparts (how you do that is up to you.) However this challenge will not include underage, bestiality, or incest relationships. (if you write Peter Parker, make it an adult Peter and not high school Peter)
You can write reader, pairing, OC, or whatever you’re most comfortable with. Include all necessary warnings, please and thank you.
How do I get involved?
You will choose from the prompts listed below (for each, there is a NSFW gif [mlw, mlm, or wlw] or text message attached to it. You will select one and send in the following.
-your dark! character(s) of choice
-your chosen prompt
After you have sent in your ask/message, I will send you the image associated with your prompt. Please keep in mind that these will be NSFW.
What do I do when I finish?
When you’ve finished your fic, send an ask and tag me in your fic and include the tag #athousandwords
All fics will be included in a masterlist that I will include on this blog 😊
When do I have to get this done by?
November 8th, 2019
If you have any questions, feel free to ask and I look forward to reading all of your creations!
Prompts are below the cut!
gifs (m/w)
silk @salimahbicharara-comun
just a peek @vanishingod
knife play @aesthethotic
tied up @kaniac-22
ribbon @waiting4inspiration
clean @hysteria87
kitchen counter @blowmybackoutbuckybarnes
undress @sapphirescrolls
embrace @venusofthehardsells
wash away @friday-ocean
backseat @honeyhan-123
upskirt 1 @avintagekiss24
curves @sagechanoafterdark
steamy @notyetneedcoffee
red dress @hurricanerin
take a ride
under the table @siren-kitten-his
unzip @blameitonthecauseway
buckle up
while you sleep @buckyswinterheart
hands @threeminutesoflife
in my lap @shanominom
upskirt 2 @iwantutobehapppier
gifs (w/w)
under the skirt
lick me @siancore
kiss 1
kiss 2
climax
soft
tattoo
together @cumtothedarkside
take it slow
too much @salimahbicharara-comun
gifs (m/m)
feel it all
grind
on top
fingers
hand
take it off @halflikeyou
tense
the wall @siancore
shadows
speak to me
texts
dinner @tansypoisoning
innocent @blameitonthecauseway
tongue
mine 1 @persephone-is-here-omg
mine 2 @snowyseba
mine 3 @docharleythegeekqueen
mine 4 @mom---nicole
need you
baby girl
better
yes, daddy @4charmed
moan @wolveria
don’t care @allaboardthereadingrailroad
bite your lip
beg @ronnie-rebel
wake up @fiction-is-my-friend-for-life
watch your mouth @marionberrywhite
princess @shotsbyshae
bratty
bend you over
*this challenge is like a mystery challenge. each prompt is a hint at what your image includes. choose wisely :)
Hindsight, I think, is a useless tool. We, each of us, are at a place in our lives because of innumerable circumstances, and we, each of us, have a responsibility (if we do not like where we are) to move along life's road, to find a better path if this one does not suit, or to walk happily along this one if it is indeed our life's way. Changing even the bad things that have gone before would fundamentally change who we are, and whether or not that would be a good thing, I believe, it is impossible to predict.
So I take my past experiences... and try to regret nothing.
