#dark!steve

[golden-ariess]

Sneak peek 👀

I went on vacation to AZ and found inspiration! 💁🏾‍♀️ I'll post this sometime this week! I love that I'm excited to write again 😭.

A little "Domestic Bliss"

Pairings: IT!Stalker! Steve

It was Saturday morning. You and Steve had begun your weekend ritual — making a miracle out of the mess left behind by a busy week. Music drifted through the house while you both tackled the piled-up chores.

In his tight-fitted tee, glasses hanging low on the bridge of his nose, Steve sat cross-legged on the floor breaking apart his PC like it was delicate machinery instead of an everyday object. You still didn’t understand his entire setup. He tried to explain each piece of tech, his voice getting more animated with every component, but by the time he reached the monitors you found yourself climbing into his lap instead.

[prettybabybaby]

rating: 18+. mdni. content: implied waterboarding, noncon word count: 334 Valentine’s Day countdown masterlist

You splutter as your back hits the tiled walls, water cascading down your face, dripping from the locks of your hair. You hold a trembling hand to your throat as you cough, attempting to clear water from your lungs. Your eyes burn as you look upwards, where Steve stands tall above you, looking as superior as he feels. The flickers of fluorescent lighting make him look even more menacing as he crowds you in the small bathroom. 

Suddenly, he crouches down, pushing dripping locks from your face with a harsh swipe. You continue to blink up at him despite the burn of water droplets leaking into your waterline. 

“You know why I’m doing this,” he nods his head once, “right?”

You nod in return, letting out another small cough, “yes.”

“Why?” he mutters, patting your cheek. “Why am I doing this?”

“I didn’t…” You swallow thickly, grimacing at the taste stuck in your mouth, “I didn’t listen. Tried to run away.”

“That's right,” his hands reach for his belt, unbuckling casually.

“Just turn around already. You fucking reek.” He raises his eyes to look into yours. “I hope you learned your lesson. Hm?”

Wordless, you shift onto your tender knees, trembling as you bend yourself over the seat of the toilet. Shaking hands lift the hem of your skirt before sliding down the elastic of your underwear, baring bruised skin. 

Steve settles behind you, too casual, too comfortable. You felt sick as you braced your elbows over the seat, watching droplets fall from your hair into the water below. He adjusts you roughly, making the inconvenience clear with noises on his lips and the marks that promised to bloom beneath his fingers. 

You stay quiet as he pushes into you, grunting and groaning behind you. Your bruised knees ache as your body is slammed forward with every harsh thrust, fighting off his hand as he begins to push your head lower. You shake your head violently, using your strength to push against his hold.

[golden-ariess]

Honey I'm Home

Pairings: Stalker! I.T Steve

Summary: Home is wherever you are

A/N: I’m honestly shocked I wrote something after so long 😅 This one took a minute, but I’m excited to share it. Ran it through spellcheck more times than I’d like to admit only the best for y’all. Thanks for being here!

Steve knew it was a crazy idea to move into the same building as you.

The condo wasn’t cheap, but he purchased one of the larger units anyway. An investment, he told himself. In your future. It would make things easier when the two of you finally joined your lives together.

It was all for you. Truly.

Leaving the familiarity of his old place hadn’t been easy. The grey walls, the silence—unsettling, but predictable. Still, he was tired of coming home to emptiness. Tired of rooms that didn’t echo with warmth. The idea of living closer to you—your light, your space filled with color and comfort—made the decision feel inevitable. He wasn’t running from something. He was moving toward you.

He’d noticed you’d been staying up late the past few weeks. Zillow tabs open. Listings saved, unsaved, saved again. You eventually settled on a condo—something modest, something that still gave you room to breathe. Steve remembered the day you mentioned it. The cross streets. The tone of your voice when you said you liked the area.

Naturally, he’d grown curious.

The building was across town. Farther than he liked. Farther than he could tolerate. The distance sat heavy in his chest, made his stomach turn.

So he did what made sense.

He bought a place nearby.

Steve wanted to be close to you. Your family wasn’t in the picture—you needed him. Chosen family. The phrase steadied him whenever doubt crept in. He would choose you, over and over again.

He’d have to set up new cameras. Add a few discreet security features.

For peace of mind.

Being close to you would be worth it.

A fresh start. New energy. A different part of town.

You chose the building because it felt like home. A feeling you never thought you’d experience again. And yet—here you were, slick with sweat, dragging the last box across the floor of your new place.

Moving hadn’t been an easy choice. Life had been… life. Work was steady. You’d made new friends. For the first time in a long while, you felt settled in yourself. Buying a home—laying down roots—felt right.

You hadn’t planned on it happening this way. You always thought you’d wait. Meet someone first. Build toward it together.

You smiled to yourself at the thought of a meet-cute.

Hell, he could be in this building.

You laughed quietly. “That would be too damn easy.”

That night, you celebrated with takeout and wine. Lit a few candles. Let the quiet wrap around you.

Home.

You slept deeply. Better than you had in weeks.

Still, on the third night, you couldn’t shake the sense of awareness that followed you down the hall. Like the space was paying attention.

You brushed it off.

When you ran into one of your neighbors in the hallway, it felt almost comforting.

“Oh—sorry,” you said, stepping aside.

“No, you’re fine,” he replied, already smiling. Friendly. Familiar, somehow.

“You’re settling in okay?”

“Yeah,” you said. “I really like it here.”

He nodded, like he already knew that. “It suits you.”

You laughed softly, unsure why your chest tightened. “I think so too.”

Later that night, winding down for bed, it came back to you.

Steve.

From IT.

You’d spoken to him plenty of times at work—polite conversations, quick fixes, nothing memorable enough to linger. No wonder he’d sounded so familiar. You felt a flicker of embarrassment for being caught off guard.

You made a mental note to apologize if you saw him at the office this week.

You fell asleep thinking nothing of it.

Steve learned your routines faster than he meant to.

Not because he was trying—at least, that’s what he told himself—but because you were… consistent. You left for work around the same time every morning. You liked the side entrance when it rained. You checked your mailbox every day, even when it was empty.

You made the building feel alive.

He watched from a distance, always careful, always respectful. He never followed too closely. Never stared too long. He wasn’t that kind of man.

Moving here had been the right choice. He could feel it in his chest, that steady certainty that had guided him through harder decisions before.

Proximity wasn’t obsession—it was preparation. Protection.

You deserved someone nearby. Someone who noticed.

When he passed your door, he slowed without realizing it. Imagined what it would be like to hear your laughter through the walls. To know you were safe, just a few feet away.

Soon, he thought.

Steve lay awake long after the lights in your unit went dark.

He pictured you inside—safe, warm, unaware of how close you were to everything you’d ever need. He wasn’t worried. He was patient. Good things took time.

Soon, you’d understand.

After all, he’d already built a life around you.

You just hadn’t noticed yet.

[golden-ariess]

Honey, I'm Home (Sneak peak)

Pairnings: I.T!Stalker Steve

Summary: Home is wherever you are.

A/N: I'm sorry I've been MIA 😞. I got busy with work and everything else. I've been working on this and I'm ready to share it. I hope y'all enjoy.

Steve knew it was a crazy idea to move into the same building as you.

The condo wasn’t cheap, but he purchased one of the larger units anyway. An investment, he told himself. In your future. It would make things easier when the two of you finally joined your lives together.

[dumbledoresugarbaby]

can someone help me find a 2 part dark!bucky / winter soldier x reader fic? the first part was essentially the reader was living in this cabin, away from her past life with hydra etc. but she felt someone was watching her, and it was the WS slowly tryna make her feel like she was going crazy. he was lingering around her cabin, and she would keep getting security alerts like movement on your front door! but would go and and check and nothing was there. she was drinking some drink and he moved her coaster around in the house. she confronted her therapist about feeling like she was being watched but the therapist said that's just her pattern of coping w her trauma. in part 2 she decides to reach out to the town sheriff who was was described to have like golden locks, was eating a muffin or something at a cafe. she tells him about feeling unsafe and he's like ill protect u dw. and then that day when she comes back to her house and she takes a shower and after the shower she looks in the mirror and bucky is standing behind her and then it's like noncon dark smut and he threatens to kill the sheriff guy if she ever talks to him again 😭 i remember it so vividly and it's PISSING ME OFF that i can't find this fic.

pls someone help a brotha out

[golden-ariess]

We need a holiday special of Stalker!IT Steve or Artist Steve. I'm getting in the lab to write this.

[amythedvdhoarder]

Stockholme Syndrome - Ten

Pairings: Dark!Stucky x Reader

Word count: 975

Chapter Summary: It's the morning after the night before

Warnings: kidnapping, stockholm syndrome, non-con, dark elements, drugging, mentions of smut

Please do not read or engage if you are below the age of 18

All mistakes are my own. 

You woke with a groan of discomfort. The friction between the soft sheets and your bottom feeling like a small fire. Rolling over to find some modicum of relief, you miraculously discovered you were once again alone. 

Memories of last night’s events flooded your mind; screaming with pleasure, begging your captors for relief, giving in to their demands. You buried your head in the pillow and let out a howl of frustration. The fact your body, even now was even betraying you with the little flutter at your core, at the mere reminiscence of pleasure, was a crushing blow. 

“Traitor,” you muttered quietly. 

Why couldn’t you have just sucked up the punishment like the grown-ass women you were? Why did you have to kowtow to them? But you knew that answer already. Part of you wanted them. The glimpse of pleasure they could give you, left you wondering about the heights they could take you to. You would bet all the money in the world neither of them was lacking in that department, you’d felt the evidence of Steve’s endowment against your back several times. Spending time at the gym with Bucky had left you with some inkling of exactly what he was working with. 

There was some undeniable thing simmering underneath the surface. An air of inevitability. Going forward it was going to be much harder to deny, to keep yourself at arm’s length. It felt much more tangible with Bucky, but those hours spent with Steve in the bath had left a lasting impression too. What worried you was the risk that this would become more than a purely physical connection. 

Apart from your spanking, they hadn’t hurt you in anyway. In fact, you had been looked after better now, than when you’d been a child. Gone were the everyday worries you faced about money, finding that special someone, even the future to a certain extent. Could that kind of security be a reason to overlook the fact you’d been forced into this position? 

You shook your head, furious that you were falling into some state on contentment.

“You’re their prisoner. They’ve kidnapped you. You don’t want to be here.” 

By the time you get downstairs you had just about convinced yourself that you still hated the pair of them. You walked, barefooted into the empty kitchen and start getting yourself something to eat, wearing only the t-shirt from last night and a pair of loose fittings boxers you had found in a draw in the room. You weren’t 100% sure whose they were but they were the only thing you could think of that wouldn’t irritate your ass.

You felt half relieved and half anxious at the fact that neither Steve nor Bucky were present. Thinking on it, there wasn’t a moment since you had arrived that you’d really been alone downstairs in the house. As you sipped your coffee, sat at the table on a cushion pinched from the sofa, you studied the place. It was warm and homely, but the chilling realisation was that it seemed to be built with you in mind. There were little bits of you everywhere, from the stacks of books written by your favourite authors, colour accents like those you had used to decorate your flat. 

Footsteps coming up from the basement gym snapped you out of your thoughts. Steve and Bucky, dripping with sweat, were talking in hushed tones. Bucky said something to Steve who chuckled silently. Bucky spotted you and stopped at the top of the stairs and Steve bumped straight into him, sending him stumbling forward. He just about managed to stop himself from falling flat on his face, Steve laughing loudly now at his best friend who was looking mightily embarrassed. 

“Sorry, Buck” Steve managed get out between his next burst of laughter. 

You couldn’t help but join in when Bucky himself shook his head and joined in. The light-hearted moment shared between the three of you helped diffuse the awkwardness you were expecting the morning after the night before. 

“We were just saying we were thinking of driving into town later to get some groceries for dinner tonight.” Steve said once he had caught his breath back. 

Reality came crashing back, they were going to leave you locked in your beautifully prepared cell whilst they went out to the real world beyond you reach. 

They could clearly read this thought on your face. 

“We meant all of us you know, the three of us.” Steve said softly.

“What?”

“We’re all going out, if you want?” Steve walked over to you, thumb tilting your face up so you were looking at him. “You’ve been good and I’m sure you’d like some fresh air and the chance to pick up anything you need.” 

You nodded, head still in his hand. 

He dropped a kiss to your forehead and dropped his hand. “Good girl. We’re setting off in 20 minutes, me and Buck just need to freshen up, should give you a chance to change.” You could see amusement in his eyes when he clocked the boxers you were wearing, making you realise they must be his. 

“The only thing that didn’t hurt,” you muttered to yourself in embarrassment. 

“Just for reference, mine are in the second draw down, for next time,” Bucky patted your shoulder and winked at you as he walked passed. You couldn’t help but shake your head at him. “Also, I would get a shift on, you know who,” he pointed to where Steve had just gone into the bedroom, “can’t stand being late”.

As you watched Bucky walk upstairs you let out a huff of frustration. So much for showing them that you weren’t going to be the docile prisoner. It ends now. And you knew just how you were going to take back some semblance of control.

[golden-ariess]

Total Access (Drabble)

A/N: It's literally been almost two years since I've posted anything really.

Total Access truly is my baby. I had an idea of what Stalker!I.T Steve would write in his notes app about the reader.

I'm rusty ! I hope y'all still enjoy. TTYL - Shay 💛

Summary: Stalker! I.T Steve reflects in his journal about the changing of the seasons. Of course with you in mind

Journal Entry – Steve

The very thought of her is like a flower. The seasons are changing. I’ll miss seeing her dressed up,sun dresses, sandals, the soft click of her heels in the hallway before she turns the corner at exactly 12:07. I’ll miss the way the sun dances on her skin when she sits in the courtyard on her lunch break, always at the same table, always with that little notebook she thinks no one notices.

I’ll miss sneaking her favorite flowers into the breakroom. Every time she stops to grab something, she pauses and breathes them in. The way her shoulders relax, the tiny smile—peace that I gave her. She doesn’t even know. She doesn’t have to.

Y/N… her name alone makes my heart race, palms sweat before I even let myself look around for her. Summer is almost over. My love, we’re running out of time. I want her in my arms when the season changes. I want to remind her to grab her sweater before she leaves the office. I want to be the one who keeps her warm. I’ll make her cider after work, I’ll walk her home so she never has to be alone in the dark again.

Whatever she needs. Whatever she wants. Whatever it takes.

Summer is almost over. And I won’t let her slip away.