#dark!reader x steve

[kinanabinks]

Omg i love u so much 💖💖part 7 is amazing and the twist!!!!😘🐨 can we get a drabble on what exactly reader did to janice in past???

i love you more anon 🥺 thank you so much!

yesssss absolutely!

content warning: dark!reader, mature themes, mentions funeral/loss of a parent/grief, violence + murder! (it gets weird)

when steve's mother died, it was like your whole world came to a standstill. with only a handful of loved ones in your life, her being one of them, it was like one of the pillars holding up your sanity and happiness had just come crashing down

you couldn't even imagine how broken steve must have been. ever a mommy's boy, losing sarah changed him.

her loss was one of the things that led to him being so crazily protective over you. now, you were the one living thing he loved, and he'd go to any lengths to keep you safe

similarly, watching steve lose his mom changed you. yes, you'd always been protective and maybe a little obsessed, but seeing him so broken and defeated only emphasized those things.

you took on the brunt of the work for the funeral. to ensure that all steve had to focus on was the eulogy, you handled all the prep with some help from your own mother.

you made sure nobody spoke to him for too long. you knew how overwhelmed social interaction could make him, let alone during this rocky period, so whenever you saw someone speaking to him longer than the typical "sorry for your loss, sarah was a great woman" shtick, you swooped in with an excuse to take him away

you were his rock. he swore he fell even more in love with you during that time, because of how much of a support system you were for him and how easy you made things for him.

that being said, you also appreciated his personal space. you knew he needed regular breaks from socializing, even from you, and especially so during a time of great loss and mourning.

after the funeral, you took to sleeping on his couch in the living room. he almost threw you over his shoulder to take you to his bed, but you were adamant on staying downstairs.

"not even the spare room, sweetheart?" steve asked, getting on his knees in front of you while you lay back on the couch.

"no," you insisted. "i know you'll sneak in like the dirty dog you are. i just want you to know that someone you love is right here for you, but i don't want you to feel obliged to talk or even hang out with me."

steve's heart bloomed at your words. truthfully, he didn't want to be all alone in the house. not when he was so used to waking up to the smell of his mom making breakfast, or the sound of her pattering around in her room, or the sight of her standing in the doorway to say goodnight and remind him that she loved him.

"okay, bubby," he sighed, giving in. leaning up, he placed a gentle kiss to your cheek, and then your forehead, and then the tip of your nose. "you sure you won't be scared down here all alone?"

"of course not," you whispered with a smile. "not when i have mr. tibbles to protect me."

steve chuckled at how adorable you looked cuddling the fluffy blue bear he had won you at a carnival the previous summer.

"alright. but come upstairs if you want; don't be scared to wake me up," he said, tightly cupping your chin so you knew he was being serious.

"i know, i will," you promised. "and you can come down here if you need me."

he smiled sweetly before giving you a quick kiss, leaving your lips tingling. "love you, bub."

you leaned forward to kiss him again, keeping your lips close to his after pulling away. "love you more, ste."

his eyes flickered down before he kissed you again, for longer this time. his hand moved to stroke your hair as your tongues glided against each other, pulling soft whimpers from your mouth.

when he pulled away, a genuine smile grew on his face. "good night, pretty girl."

once he was gone, you waited for around an hour to pass before getting up. he'd likely be asleep by then, which meant it was time to go.

for the past week, janice had been an absolute pest.

under the guise of wanting to comfort him, janice relentlessly flirted and touched and threw herself at steve.

at first, you shook off your annoyance, thinking she'd give up once steve rejected her advances a couple of times.

but she didn't. fucking. stop.

the straw that broke the camel's back was when you overheard her offering steve a blowjob the morning of the funeral.

did she have no fucking shame?

you had no choice. you knew she wasn't going to stop. you had given her plenty of chances to realize how disgusting she was being, but there was no self-reflection for someone as sordid as her.

janice had to go.

you tried doing it the hard way. used the tech-y skills steve had taught you to get her her dream internship in canada, after hacking into the company's system and using a fake application you put a lot of effort into.

she rejected it. what the fuck? after all the time you put into making her sound like the best damn intern ever?

okay. so turns out, you had to do it the easy way.

you had watched all 8 seasons of dexter. you had seen american psycho countless times. you and steve spent weekends watching copious amounts of horror movies and true crime documentaries.

you knew how to kill and get away with it.

so that night, you snuck out of steve's home and made your way to christina elemanca's house. her, janice, and four of their other friends were having a sleepover. it was the perfect opportunity.

it took a while to find the golden moment. you staked out the house and kept tabs on their phone use, until they finally ordered a pizza.

christina answered the door. ugh.

but that was your in. because christina forgot to lock the door. see, her hands were so full of pizza that it slipped her mind.

so you slipped inside.

you heard their giggles and melodic voices from the living room. it felt exhilarating to listen in to their conversation like a fly on the wall, being somewhere you most definitely shouldn't have been. the surge of power combined with the taboo nature of your eavesdropping was almost erotic.

they spoke about which guys and girls they were crushing over, steve's name coming up a little too many times for your liking

then, finally, janice needed to pee.

probably from all that gin

you waited until she reached the top floor before following her up.

swinging the unlocked bathroom door open, you smiled widely at her.

she was sitting on the toilet, shorts around her ankles, eyes wide. "you- hic- what are you doing here, y/n? did chris invite you?"

"nope," you replied brightly.

"so what are you doing here?" she slurred, her eyes half shut.

"you're so drunk, it's pathetic," you commented bitterly. "i see you lack self control in pretty much all aspects of your life, then."

"fuck you just say?" she asked with an insulted, whiny tone.

sick of her face and voice, you took hold of her hair and dragged her up to her feet. she was still mid-piss, making you grimace as a few spots of it got on you.

before she could let out a yell and alert the others downstairs to your presence, you turned her around, pushed her down to her knees and stuck her head down the toilet bowl.

her arms thrashed around, but her drunken state had left her too weak to properly fight back.

with gurgles and chokes, she gradually slowed down before her arms fell limp.

she was dead.

you winced when you realized you had just drowned her in her own piss.

"shit," you whispered. "probably should've flushed first. sorry about that, jan."

you dragged her body up before pulling it over to the window and throwing it out into the back garden. then, you rushed downstairs, making sure the girls heard you slam the front door shut.

dragging janice's body through quiet, unsurveilled roads and alleyways to the edge of town, you buried it after taking her phone. some of the girls had texted and called her, asking where she ran off to.

"i'm sorry, guys. a few weeks ago, i realized i want more from life. tonight was the best and i'm so glad we got to spend some girl time together before i left. i didn't tell you about my plan to leave town because i didn't want us to spend our last night together crying and saying goodbye. please don't look for me. i'm living out my dreams. love you girlies forever. xo jan"

was that how girls talked to each other?

there was a minor investigation into her disappearance, but her friends and family corroborated the fact that she had always been a free spirit, too big for this small town.

you got back to steve's house before 2am, took a quick shower and got rid of the clothes and shoes you were wearing that had janice's pissy dna all over them.

the next morning, you woke up to steve sitting on the ground next to the couch, staring up at you.

"morning, bub," he whispered, smiling. "aren't you a sight for sore eyes?"

you smiled back at him, reaching out your hand to cup his cheek. "morning, pretty. sleep well?"

"yep," he answered, but you knew he was lying. he gave your forehead a kiss. "how was your night on the couch?"

"my night was great," you answered truthfully, hugging mr. tibbles close to your chest. "my night was perfect."

[palevelvetpurplenoon]

Here we buried our illusion

Summary: Anniversary dinner gone wrong. The unpleasant aftermath. 

Warnings: noncon, dubcon, smut, sexual content, slight manipulation, mentions of Hydra, breeding kink if you look hard enough, female masturbation, mentions of drugs. 

Word count: 2.3k

Pairing: Dark!Reader x Steve Rogers

A/N: So here’s my entry for @mariessecretfantasies​ challenge (congrats on 500 followers, yay!). I got the second prompt, “In illusion comfort lies. The safest way, the straight and narrow, No confusion no surprise.” I struggled a bit with the lyrical prompt and the whole writing process in general but I managed to push through with this idea. In the end, I think it ended up quite well (lol). This is my second fic ever written and I just kept this in my draft for a while before mustering up enough courage to hit send. I hope y’all enjoy this unedited mess! Any feedback is welcomed 🥺

Steve should have known better. That her smile was way too sweet. That her laughter was so intoxicating that he got drunk on it for the first time in his life. That everything she did was calculative. That her touch was leading him on. That her sweet, innocent face was all but a mask. That perhaps there was something hidden behind her eyes. That perchance she had approached him just for this day. 

These thoughts wrestled themselves restlessly in his head, creating an inebriating mixture of wistful thinking and harsh reality. As much as he had despised what she stood for, at the end of the day, Steve would hate to admit that a part of this was actually his fault. Letting her in so easy after years of putting up walls around him, afraid that he would endanger other people, only to end up in this particularly compromising situation. 

The cold, metal door sounded a click, drawing his attention to the lithe figure that was coming in. She looked perfect as always, though her hair was a bit disheveled, shapely face, full, kissable lips and stealthy y/e/c eyes. He wanted to destroy the pretentious smile she was spotting right now, as much as he wanted to bruise her lips with his. The thought did not surprise him. After all, that was what drew Steve to this woman in the first place. 

She drew a chair closer to seat herself in front of him. The American golden boy was now bound tightly to an intricate recliner that was equipped with electric lines running along the sides. His hands were placed on the armrest, two strong, metallic, rounded tongs biting painfully into his wrists while his ankles and torso faced the same fate. Steve had tried his best to break through the clamps but he only earned back cutting electric shocks. Besides, Steve was sure they had put some drugs into his system in order to weaken his sense of judgment and mobility. 

She pursed her cherry lips, a frown slight grazed her face as she stood up to get closer to him. “Poor baby,” she teased cruelly, “all pretty and bound up like this.” She fisted his hair, pulling his face forward as she continued her taunting. She was so close to him right now, the slight scent of her favorite perfume was now filling his space, triggering a chain reaction deep within his battered mind. He could hear the spokes and gears turning, pushing up a memory of the first time they had met each other. 

Now that he had seen everything clearly, perhaps that was all a ploy to place her in his life. He had been deployed for a rescue mission of a hijacked ambassador in a small country near the border of Slovakia. The threats were identified and eliminated quickly and without any collateral damages. When he made his way to the rescued victims, it was somehow as if fate had decided to turn his head to the right side to meet the gaze of the young girl, who despite her age, carried such a fervent fire in her eyes. She was so sweet, Steve had remembered. She personally sought after him after things had settled down to thank him. He recalled vividly jacking himself off and cumming violently to the memory of her biting her lips shyly, secretly touching his body.

And when months later they met at a national security convention, Steve decided to turn coincidences into a blooming relationship, which ended with the 3-month anniversary he had set up, where she had tempered the wine and food. 

“Don’t tell me you were thinking about how we first met,” she let out a mocking laugh and landed a peck on his right cheek, “It was almost too easy.” She straddled herself onto his lap now, hands snaking around his neck, tilting his head slightly up to meet her hot mouth. “I really thought you were not fooled,” she slipped her tongue inside, “but I saw you, you know.” Light feathery kisses landed on the corner of Steve’s mouth as he turned to the side, refusing to let Y/N toy with his heart. “You were magnificent. All hunched up, cock in hand,” she continued her assault with kisses all over his face, “oh and when you cum.” She faked a shudder, mimicking his action while started to grind her hips on his length, which was growing without Steve being aware of it. 

“You were so innocent, I must say. It’s like you get a hard-on for saving any innocent souls being harmed.” Y/N withdrew the hands around Steve’s neck as she moved to unbutton her white blouse, revealing the same colored bra underneath. He swallowed tightly as her intention became clearer, as was his raging hard-on. “Y/N, please, let me go,” he yanked on his restraint, “Or I swear to God, when I get out of here, I will hurt you more than you ever know.” To his surprise, she only let out a laugh and continued on removing any articles of clothing left. And when she finished, Y/N went to her knees, hands trailing absentmindedly on his thighs, which she had pushed wide apart. “Would it hurt more than what I’m about to do, Captain?” she fluttered her eyelashes, “cause I sure as hell would enjoy it while I could.” 

With that, she undid his trousers and pulled the zipper down, the sound of clashing metal prompted him to struggle against the bindings one more time. Yet, when she reached in to palm his length through the fabrics of his boxers, Steve could feel himself pushing his hips into her hand. He let out a subdued groan as she continued her assault, teasing him with the softness and warmness of her hands. “Beg me, Captain,” she pulled the band of fabric down, letting his hot flesh slap against his stomach as he grew accustomed to the cold air, “I will suck it if you beg me to.” To prove her words, she stuck out her tongue and gave his cock a lavish sweep on the tip while pumping it, forcing precum to gather on the slit atop. 

Steve gripped his armrest firmly, refusing to give in to the temptation she was presenting. Her tits were spilling from the small white bra she had picked out and if he squinted his eyes hard enough, he could see her nipples growing through the thin materials. Two hard peaks waiting to be suckled on. Sensing his gaze, Y/N smirked and slipped his cock in between her breasts, pushing them together and sliding in a dangerously low pace up and down his length. “Ooh, you like this, Captain,” she continued on, even sucked on the tip every time his cock neared her tantalizing mouth, “Just say the word and I’ll be yours.”

He could not take it anymore. The dual combination and visual and physical assault on his senses were too much and Steve knew he had to compromise. “Please, baby, please,” his breathing was so rapid, “Put it in all the way. Suck on it. Let me fuck your mouth.” He rolled his hips forward, struggling against the constraint to chase the pleasure he did not know the name to. “Y/N, I want to come all over your tits,” Steve breathed out harshly as she obeyed his words, nestled his cock tightly in between and picked up the pace. Her mouth hovered seductively over his flesh, providing it with occasional suckles, which Steve found torturous as all he wanted to was to rammed his cock deep down her throat and felt the vibrating of the deep tunnel around his raging hard-on. And it was like she read his mind. Y/N moved to release his length from between her tits and take him into her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down his cock while looking up into his eyes with sweetness. Steve erupted without any warning, his thick white seed spilled down her throat and overflowed her swollen lips down to her chest. “Delicious,” she remarked and swallowed it all, “don’t wanna waste any of this.” 

Shame filled Steve after he had come down from the high. He was supposed to be the beacon of goodness in dark times, the definition of good and righteous, yet here he was, chained to a high-tech restraining system, his cock twitching with excitement with the thought of fucking his ex-girlfriend’s cunt after he had taken her mouth. Steve knew full well he must start looking for a way out of this, but his head ran empty as Y/N push her panties to the side, revealing her wet and glistening cunt as she plunged to fingers deep into it. She had turned around to give him the glorious view of her rounded ass and pussy being stretched by two slender fingers. Her wanton moans filled his ears and before he knew it, Steve was hard again. “Did you fantasize about this as well, Steve?” she purred, “fucking this cunt with your hard cock?”. She seemed to hit a spot within her walls as her knees lost balance and she had to lean on her right leg. She increased her speed now, breathing harder and profanity was spilling from her lips like poisonous enchantment. “I dreamed about you taking me as well,” her idle right hand was now rubbing on the sweet bundle of nerves, “from behind.” Another moan. “You pulled my hair real hard.” And another. “And your cock hit that spot every time your entered.” 

Y/N was on the floor now, her knees bent wide open to let Steve see the mess between her legs. “And when you cum, you made me call you Captain. Fuck me, please Captain, please. Fuck.” She came violently while shouting his name. From this angle, Steve could see everything. How her juices spilled over her pussy lips onto the floor, how her ass was begging to spanked, how her knees scraped against the hard concrete as she relished the friction. Y/N settled herself on his laps, her core dangerously close to the head of his cock and Steve thought for a moment if he could sway his hips just a bit, she would slide right in.

 “So, Captain, are you ready to beg?” 

But Y/N was well aware of his desire. She wanted to tease out the weak man that was hidden behind the muscles that were enhance decades ago. “Say “Fuck me, Y/N, princess” and I will let you have it,” she licked her dry lips, leaned in closer and pushed her juice-coated fingers into his mouth, “Come on, Captain. I know it’s right there. Captain, I will make you feel good.” Steve tried to remain in control of his lust-filled mind, yet he was well aware he was tethering on an alarming edge as he felt his command slipping away faster and faster with every kisses she was placing on his neck and her teasing hands on his sensitive nipples. In the end, lust won over. 

“Fuck. Fuck. Princess, Fuck me, please. Baby, fuck.”

“With pleasure, Captain.”

Y/N kissed Steve squarely on the mouth, their tongues engaging in a final dance for dominance as she lifted herself up slightly to slide him inside. They both let out a loud groan when he felt his entire length was encased by velvety warmth. She started slowly at first, letting herself getting used to his girth, then, Steve could feel the change in her. Y/N picked up her speed as she bounced at a violent rate in his lap. His name was on her lips like a pray that she kept on repeating. She reached in between the tangling bodies to rubbed the hard swollen nub. The tension was brewing in his balls and Steve pushed his hips up to meet hers with every thrust. He groaned out loud, “Fucking hell, Princess. You are so tight. Your cunt is latching onto my cock.” His words were only met with the hard sound of flesh slapping on each other. 

“Steve...I think I’m close,” she slacked off against his broad chest, “do you want to cum, Captain?” She tried to straighten her back, gripping her tits and bringing them close to his mouth. “Suck on ‘em and beg me like the good Captain you are,” she grunted out breathlessly. And Steve obeyed her every word. His tongue dashed out to suckle on her sensitive buds, making them swollen as he gripped them with his teeth. In the meantime, Y/N reached down to palm Steve’s ball, while she was bouncing harder now, each determined thrust was met with the same intense movements of the man beneath. Heavy moans were followed by a harmony of shouting and grunting as the two came without care, their white fluids mixing together and dripping on the chair. 

“You didn’t beg, Captain,” Y/N murmured under her breath in his ear, “I think I might have to punish you.” 

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“You know that was not supposed to happen Y/N. Your mission was to get information out of him and nothing else,” the older man sitting across sternly admonished her, but his words just went into one ear and out the other. She stared quietly at the black and red skull and tentacles emblem behind him, feeling its fire burning within her. In the back of her mind, Steve Rogers took her father away, it was only fair after all, that he provided her with a child.