I'm not sure what this is but I wrote it anyway. I don't even think it can be considered a drabble so I guess it's a dribble? A drip? I'm also an idiot who can't figure out the "read more" on mobile so hopefully it's short enough it's not a bother.
OUT
Walking Dead /Marvel AU Mashup
Dark Steve Rogers x reader, Dark Bucky Barnes x reader, Dark Clint Barton x reader, Dark Sam Wilson x reader.
Dark Steve Rogers, Dark Bucky Barnes, Dark Clint Barton and Dark Sam Wilson x reader (implied).
WARNINGS:
Take these seriously. I'm not fucking around.
Graphic violence toward reader
Graphic sexual violence toward reader
Non-con
Canon level TWD violence and gore
Death
Briefly but intense mentioned descriptions of:
Oral sex (male receiving)
Vaginal sex
Torture
Whipping
Biting
Forced orgasms
Drug use
Non-con
This is short and ugly and graphic.
You've been warned.
Bucky was the first to die.
He hadn't stood a chance.
The Walkers fell on him before he could even yell a warning.
You found a small comfort when one ripped his throat out.
Bucky had spent hours, days, mercilessly choking you with his cock.
He had taken sick delight when you would lose consciousness.
Clint was next.
He took 2, 3, 4 Walkers out before he was overwhelmed.
A timid smile formed on your lips.
There would be no more kissing his right cheek and pained "Thank you sir" after sessions in the basement.
No new scars from the hanging metal cuffs or whips he had been fond off.
A scream drew your attention away.
Of the lives that would be lost today you could find a kernel of grief for only one.
Sam had been no less brutal, taking pride in the bruises and bite marks he repeatedly created.
But he always produced an extra half bar of the little blue pill that had softened the harsh corners.
And sometimes, just sometimes, he would hold you after he had finished.
Finally only Steve was left standing.
Your eyes shown bright with hate and anticipation.
He had been the one to take you.
The one who had orchestrated the destruction of your former group.
Steve had fucked you bloody over and over and over, drawing unwanted orgasms from you with his fingers then using them against you.
Even though all four men had used you, hurt you, individually and together, Steve had been the worst.
He almost made it to the porch.
Fear that he might survive and save you both briefly flared.
It wasn't to be.
A Walker grabbed him from behind tearing a chuck of meat from his arm.
Before he was surrounded Steve bellowed your name.
He knew.
You had left the back perimeter gate open.
Had baited the Walkers, practically led them into the secure compound.
Four days later you were kissing another lover goodbye. Chad, Curtis, Craig, Chris, or something like that hadn’t quite lived up to his boasts, but, at least in your experience, the boastful ones rarely did.
Just your luck Captain Killjoy was returning from his morning run. His disapproving gaze caught yours.
“What,” you folded your arms across your chest.
“Nothing.”
“Nothing my ass. What the hell is your problem.”
“I’ve just never seen a woman act like you do. It’s not proper. In my day if a lady, uh, entertained as many people as you have they’d get a reputation. A not very nice one.”
“Oooohhhh. I guess I better mend my evil ways before I get a bad reputation. Can’t have people thinking I like getting fucked can I.”
You sauntered across the hallway.
Standing on your tiptoes you ran your tongue up his neck, nibbling his earlobe. You hand dropped down, stroking his dick over the grey sweats.
“You can’t tell me you don’t like this.”
“I, you need to stop.”
Steve made a weak attempt to push you away.
“Why.”
Your hand kept up its gentle assault.
“I know you like it Captain,” the last word dripped from your tongue.
Steve reached back, fumbling with the knob. His door opened wide enough for him squeeze through, you laughter following.
Things had changed and not for the better, Steve thought later in the shower. Sure, there had been women who were free with their favors before he went into the ice but never as blatant as his neighbor. Even prostitutes weren’t as brazen.
It was nothing but disgusting how she flaunted her behavior. Someone needed to take her over their knees and give her a good spanking.
At that thought his cock gave a little jump. An image of her, naked, draped over his knees flared to life. With a mind of its own his hand gripped his member, pumping it slow. She’d probably beg for him to stop, tears running down her face. His hand moved faster. Her ass would be cherry red before he finished. Maybe he wouldn’t stop there either. Maybe he’d do all the dirty things he’d dreamt of back when no woman would give him a second glance. Whether she wanted to or not. After all, she was the one with the bad reputation, not him. No one would believe her.
Steve came with a moan, his cum staining the shower tiles. As he cleaned up a plan started to form.
It smelled like your Nana’s place. Jasmine and rose. You inhaled deeply. There was something else too, something darker you couldn’t quite put your finger on.
Blinking your eyes until you could focus, you examined your surroundings. The space was almost an exact replica of your bedroom. But whereas your apartment was modern and sleek this looked like it hadn’t been touched since it had been built in the 20’s. Floral wallpaper hung neatly from ceiling to floor. An oversized solid wood garderobe took up almost an entire wall. Gilded picture frames containing old photographs formed clusters on the bedside tables. If it wasn’t for the neon and noise floating in through the window you would’ve sworn you had gone back in time.
You tried rolling from your back to your side. That’s when you noticed the wide silver cuff encircling your wrist. There was a small chain attached to the cuff which in turn was fastened to the brass bed frame. You gave the chain a good yank but it didn’t budge.
“That’s not going to work sweetheart.”
You jumped at the sound of Steve’s voice.
“Oh for fuck’s sake,” you rolled your eyes, “Are you fucking serious with this shit. If you wanted to fuck me all you had to do was ask Rogers.”
Steve strolled across the room. He stopped right in front of you, forcing you to look up.
“I intend to do a lot more than just fuck you.”
Before you could reply he had you in the air. Sitting down, he flipped you over his knees, ass up. In once swoop he tore your leggings off exposing your lower half.
“What the fuck are you doing. Put me down you fucking piece of shit.”
You fought back, swinging wildly at his legs. With a sigh Steve grabbed your arms. He pulled them behind your back, wrapping the chain around your wrists until they were firmly bound.
“Someone should’ve done this a long time ago. You need to be taught some manners.”
Steve’s last word was punctuated by his large hand smacking your left ass cheek. The sting was immediate.
“I need you to count. One for every person you’ve fucked since I’ve moved in.”
“Are you fucking insane,” you screeched knowing full well that number was in the twenties.
Steve tsked. He clapped his hand over your mouth, smothering the rest of your tirade.
“You will watch your language around me from now on. It’s not ladylike.”
You bit down hard on his fingers, drawing blood. Steve drew his hand back, surveying the damage.
“I don’t give a fuck what you think you archaic fossil. Let me go.”
“You really shouldn't have done that darlin’.”
Steve’s hand descended again, hitting you hard enough that you almost fell forward.
“Count.”
SMACK
“Now.”
SMACK
“One,” you screamed, unable to take the pain any more.
SMACK
“Two.”
SMACK
“Three.”
SMACK
“Four.”
SMACK
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You had just managed to choke out sixteen when Steve stopped.
“See, that wasn’t so difficult was it.”
Nodding your head you were eternally indebted to whatever God ruled over unseen booty calls.
“I’ve learned my lesson Steve. I really have.”
You glanced back at him, eyes wide, an innocent smile on your lips.
“I promise I’ll behave from now on. Scout’s honor.”
SMACK
“What the fuck was that for.”
SMACK
“Little girls who lie get punished.”
SMACK
“You fucking piece of shit,” you thrashed your legs around, “Let me go.”
Unceremoniously he pushed you off his legs. You tried to crawl away but the chain kept you close. Steve stood, pushing his jeans past his hips. Digging his fingers into your scalp he brought you close.
“Open your mouth.”
You clamped your lips shut, shaking your head.
“Of course. Now you decide to keep your mouth shut. That’s not gonna work.”
Steve reached down. Pinching your nose he waited patiently. Eventually you had to take a breath. He took full advantage, shoving his cock down your throat. You gagged when it hit the back of your throat.
He jerked you head back, making eye contact.
“If you bite me I’ll tie you down and let every man I can find run a train on you. Do you understand.”
Shock that Captain America knew what a train was delayed your acquiescence. Steve slapped you hard to get your attention.
“Do you understand.”
Unable to answer you furiously nodded your head up and down.
Without any further warning Steve shoved himself back into your mouth. The pace he set was brutal. It wasn’t a blowjob, he was literally fucking your face. Tears dropped from your eyes. They joined the saliva dripping from your lips, wetting the thin tank top.
Steve’s hips snapped back and forth, never completely pulling out of your mouth. Your throat was raw. After what seemed like hours he stiffened. You tried to pull back in anticipation, however Steve had no intention of letting that happen. He forced his cock as far down as he could, holding your head still as ribbons of cum coated your throat.
Releasing his hold, Steve stepped back. You fell forward, gagging and coughing.
“You’re finished Rogers,” you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, “You won’t be America’s hero much longer.”
Steve snatched you up by your arm and threw you on the bed. On your knees you tried to scoot away. He caught your ankle, yanking you under him. His fingers run up your leg, into your pussy.
“Looks like you enjoy it rough. You’re soaked.”
“Fuck you,” you yelled.
“Oh no sweetheart, fuck you.”
Steve buried himself to the hilt in your tight sheath. A strangled moan formed on your lips. He withdrew just to thrust back in. The stretch and burn was agony. It only served to get you wetter. Steve grasped your hip, holding you in place as he fucked into you mercilessly. His other hand found your clit, swiping at it with the pad of his thumb. You came again, the pain and pleasure a perfect mix. Steve followed you, grunting through the spasms. He pulled out, his warm cum spilling onto your thighs.
The smell of sex and heavy breathing filled the room. He rolled off of you, stood, adjusting his jeans. Glaring over your shoulder you watched him walking toward the door.
“Aren’t you forgetting something you fuck.”
Steve turned to face you.
“Oh we’re not finished. I’m just taking a little break. You should probably try to sleep if you can. I have a long list to get through.”
SYNOPSIS: STEVE GOES SHOPPING FOR THE PERFECT GIFT
WARNINGS: NON-CON/VAGINAL SEX/ORAL SEX/SLAPPING/CHOKING/VIOLENCE TOWARDS READER/BONDAGE
This was written for @honeyhan-123 Holiday Writing Challenge #honeyhan’sholidayspirit Thank you so very much for hosting. I had a lot of fun with. Please excuse any mistakes. I wanted to get it posted by Christmas.
4:50. Ten more minutes.
You thought about starting your closing routine; shutting off lights, sweeping, balancing the register. It was unlikely that any one would come in. The snow was still falling in heavy sheets. But it felt too much like tempting fate. Better to just wait it out for a few minutes more.
Your husband, Mark, had wanted to close early. It was Christmas Eve after all. You had argued against it. This was the first Christmas since opening the shop. You wanted it to be a success.
Two years of scrimping and saving to see your dream come to fruition.
Working directly with artists from all over the world, you offered handmade textiles, paintings, sculptures, pottery, jewelry and numerous other odds and ends.
You had done well. There might even be a good sized profit this month.
You still lived frugally, even going so far as to move into the tiny apartment upstairs. It was nothing like the loft condo but it meant only one mortgage payment.
DING DING DING
You looked at your watch.
Five minutes until close. Seriously.
Chiding yourself for the reaction, you plastered your best customer service smile on.
Looking up you saw a tall, well built blond man. His face was familiar even though you couldn’t quite place it.
“Hi, Welcome to CM Mercantile. Doing some last minute holiday shopping.”
The man smiled apologetically.
“I know I’m cutting it close. Sorry. I just can’t seem to find the right gift.”
“Maybe I can help. Who are you are shopping for.”
His cheeks flushed pink.
“It’s for my girl.”
Blue eyes grew soft.
“She’s the most perfect girl in the whole world. Smart, kind, funny, and cute as a button. So I have to find something just as special as she is.”
Your heart ached remembering when Mark thought the same of you. For all intents and purposes the two of you were the fairy tale couple. College sweethearts. The truth was a little less magical.
Even today a truce couldn’t be reached. You were spending the next four days in Vermont with his parents. The original plan had been to drive up after closing. Instead Mark had decided to take off early this morning, leaving you to drive alone in the dark. You hadn’t even had a chance to ask why. Mark was gone when you woke up, a note on the kitchen table.
“She sounds like a very lucky woman.”
The blonde grinned shyly.
“So, what are you looking for. We have some lovely handmade sterling silver and turquoise pieces from the Pueblos. I picked it out myself on a trip to Taos.”
Moving around the counter you guided him to an old armoire that had been converted for displays.
“There’s so much,” he sighed, “I’m a little overwhelmed. If you could pick your favorite piece what would it be.”
You laughed.
“They’re all my favorite.”
“No, really. If you could pick one piece for yourself which would it be.”
His voice was earnest, almost excited.
You picked up a large silver cuff. Red coral and turquoise stones covered the bracelet, swirling in a floral pattern. The price tag was $500.00.
“This. It would be this. I’ve loved it since I found it.”
“Why don’t you take it. It’s yours anyway.”
“It’s not mine. It belongs to the shop.”
You laughed again.
“And, unfortunately, I can’t afford it.”
“Could you try it on for me. If you don’t mind. I’d like to see how it looks.”
With a touch of sadness you slipped the bracelet on.
“It’s perfect. Just what I’ve been looking for.”
His hands tangled in your hair and slammed your head into the armoire door.
Your head was splitting. After a minute or two you carefully opened your eyes. Your vision was cloudy but you could just make out the water stain on the ceiling that Mark swore resembled Yoda.
“Mark.”
You tried to sit up. It was then that you noticed the restraints on your arms. Pulled above your head each arm was attached to a bedpost.
“Mark, this isn’t funny.”
“Mark’s not here. He left remember.”
You screamed at the voice.
“Who are you. What the hell are you doing in our apartment.”
A chair creaked to your left. Moving your head you strained to see the intruder. It was the blond man from the shop. Memories flooded back. You showing him the bracelet, putting it on and then nothing.
“What the hell did you do to me.”
You shook your arms trying to get loose.
“My husband will be home any minute. You need to leave. I won’t say anything.”
“We both know Mark won’t be here anytime soon. And no one would believe you anyway.”
There was something about his expression that triggered an image.
“You’re, you’re Steve Rogers.”
“I was hoping I wouldn’t have to introduce myself. That would’ve been awkward.”
Making his way closer Steve removed his shirt.
The slight breeze from the motion skimmed across your skin. For the first time you realized that you were completely naked.
“You were out so long I thought maybe I’d hit you too hard.”
He swept your hair back from your face.
“I’m glad I didn’t.”
“Whatever you’re thinking about doing please don’t. It would kill my husband if you hurt me.”
“Why are you worried about him and not yourself. He doesn’t worry about you.”
Steve sat next to you, hand lazily caressing your leg.
“Do you know what he’s doing right now. I know you think he’s at his parents. He’s not.”
His hand moved closer to your apex.
“They say love is blind but Jesus Christ sweetheart. How can you not see what he’s doing. I’ve counted at least twelve women in the last three months, not counting the one he took with him to Vermont.”
“No, you’re lying. Mark loves me.”
Try as you might, there was no conviction behind the words.
“He doesn’t love you. Hasn’t for a long time.”
Steve’s hand cupped your pussy, fingers finding your clit. His touch was gentle.
“Oh he probably did in the beginning. When you meet your junior year at Harvard. You were both studying finance right. Good jobs after graduation. A nice apartment, fancy cars, living the high life. Then you decided it was too much. Too selfish. You wanted to make an impact. Change people's lives.”
You felt his fingers slide easier through your folds. To your dismay you were wet.
“Mark went along with it. Told you it was his dream too. But he lied. He hated giving up the lifestyle just so you could play at saving the world. You should’ve heard the things he said about you when he was out with his friends. Took everything I had not to kill him right then and there.”
Heat bloomed in your core, threatening to spill over.
“And the women. The first time I watched him leave with one of them I wanted to come get you, take you away from him. The time wasn’t right though.”
“You’re lying.”
He slipped two fingers into your pussy, hooking them to reach that elusive spot. You whimpered.
“How long has it been since he fucked you, since he touched you at all. That’s about to change. I’ll rock you to sleep every night with my cock buried in your cunt.”
“NO,” you screamed.
Gathering your self respect you spit in his face.
Steve backhanded you. Your slick coated your cheek.
“We were doing so good there for a while. I don’t really want to hurt you. At least not yet. Once you’ve settled in I’ll introduce you to the pleasure and solace pain can bring.”
He sat up and quickly shed his jeans. Through the tears filling your eyes he looked huge, much larger than Mark.
Steve rounded the bed. You kicked out when he reached for your legs but the rebellion was short lived. Grabbing both of your legs he pushed them to you waist then spread them apart, a hand weighing on each knee.
“Trust me. This is what’s best for you. I’ve been in love with you since the first time I saw you.”
He settled between your thighs.
“You are so fucking beautiful.”
Steve dove into your pussy like a man starving. His mouth latched on while his tongue lapped and flicked at your clit. The heat that had been denied grew again. Mark hadn’t done this in years, not since the halcyon days of college. You had forgotten how good it felt.
“Ste, Steve, please.”
Your words egged him on. He inserted his fingers again, catching your G spot. You couldn’t hold back anymore. Between his tongue and fingers the pleasure was too much. With a cry you came, your back arching painfully.
Steve moved up your body. His head dropped to each breast, nipping and sucking until both nipples were pebbled. He kissed you, holding you close as he pushed into your tight sheath.
“You’re tight. Better than I imagined when I watched you fuck yourself with your toys.”
He cupped your chin forcing you to look at him.
“This is all for you. Right now. You’re the only one who can make me feel like this.”
His words shot a thrill down your spine. Never had you felt this sexy, this hot.
“Cum for me. Be my good little girl and cum all over my cock.”
You shook your head, ashamed at your thoughts.
Moving his hand from your chin, his long fingers encircled your throat.
“You can’t change anything so there’s no point in defying me.”
His fingers tightened.
“You’ll cum when I tell you to.”
“I. I can’t,” you managed to gasp.
“Yes you can.”
“No, no. You don’t understand. I, I need more.”
Lust bled through your moans.
“Touch me. I can’t cum unless you touch me. Please.”
Steve’s hand snaked between your bodies, finding your swollen clit.
“Oh fuck, Steve, please don’t stop. Please.”
“Cum for me princess.”
Your orgasm tore through you, spinning out of control. You couldn’t remember ever cumming this hard. Your whole body spasmed, pussy clenching down on Steve’s cock.
He leaned back, shifting positions, sitting on his knees. Reaching up he freed one of your arms. Steve jerked your hips up, slamming into you. Each thrust went deeper than the last with a speed that unreal.
“Play with yourself sweetheart. I want to watch you get yourself off.”
You didn’t hesitate. Your hand slipped down your belly. Already sensitive your clit was almost to the point of overstimulation. But it didn’t matter. Your fingers circled it, applying more pressure with every rotation.
“That’s my good girl. Keep going.”
His movements became erratic.
“I’m close baby. I need you to cum for me one more time.”
One of his hands left your hip. Steve pinched your nipples, causing ripples of pain.
With a scream you came again. Goosebumps broke out and your skin burned.
Steve pumped into you twice more before he came, his cum coating your walls.
