Just Ask
Pairing: Dark!Steve Rogers x Reader
Story continues here: You Belong, Mine, A Habit and Convalescence
Summary: You’re a mutant/enhanced human in a relationship with Steve Rogers that only the Avengers are aware of. This takes place at the end of Civil War and moves into the time in between Civil War and Infinity War.
Warnings: Violence, dubious-consent, Dark!Steve, choking, forced orgasm, forced pregnancy, unprotected sex. 18 an older only, do not read if under the age of 18. This isn’t for everyone, if any of these situations bother you please read no further.
Word Count: 5,537
A/N: This is my first time in this world of Dark!Steve also first time I have posted any of my writing to Tumblr. I have a few sequels in mind and already in works for this. Thanks for reading!
“Steve’s not gonna stop,” was the voicemail Nat left, following the fight at the airport. You knew what that meant. You were never going to sign the accords or fight in this no matter how much both sides asked but you weren’t going to stand idly by while they killed each other either.
You had followed Stark to the location, hanging back but even farther back when you saw some guy dressed like a giant cat.
When you finally intervened Bucky was on the ground visibly unconscious and his Vibranium arm across the room. Your eyes quickly diverted to Steve and Stark battling it out. Stark was on the ground with the Iron Man helmet smashed off his head you knew it was time to step in.
Just as Steve moved to slam the shield against the Arc Reactor you brought your hands on the sides of the shield standing above Stark’s head. It took all your superhuman strength to keep him there, a mere inch from the chest piece but your strength would not hold up to Steve’s.
“You can’t fight him Steve, please” you voice barely above a whisper. Steve’s eyes widened and you could feel his pressure against the shield falter a fraction. It was enough for you to shove the shield down on the ground.
“Even the golden boy’s girl knows what side to be on. Nice to see you finally picking a side and step out of the side lines,” you grimaced. You wanted to explain that was not what was going on at all but this was not the time.
“You don’t understand, he’s going to kill Bucky.” Steve looking at you desperately as you both remained above Stark.
“No it’s you who doesn’t understand Cap, he killed my mom. He won’t walk out of here.” Stark responded quickly. There was so much pain and malice.
You shut your eyes tightly, just then you heard Bucky groan out in pain.
The sound plasma hand cannon readying was the only warning you heard and before you could intervene Steve had the shield back in his hands deep in Stark’s chest piece. The hum of the suit dying was chilling enough to bring tears to the corner of your eyes.
Steve breathed heavily and looked up at you as you loomed over them both. His eyes pleading you to understand or forgive him, you weren’t sure which. You did understand, it was Bucky how many nights did he stay up telling you stories about the two of them.
It didn’t matter how many times they brainwashed him, he was still Bucky. You couldn’t abandon Stark just like you couldn’t betray your love to Steve.
“Don’t make me choose,” you took in a ragged breath trying hard not to break down. He closed his eyes for a moment then stood up, pulling the shield out of the Iron Man suit as he did.
He moved over to Bucky, helping lift him up to his feet and began to walk away.
“That shield doesn’t belong to you.” Stark called out as he tried to get up right.
“Tony,” you scolded him. That was Steve’s more than it was anyone’s but he ignored you and continued.
“You don’t deserve it, my father made that shield.” Steve looked at you and then down at the shield. Without a response Steve dropped the shield and continued to walk off with Bucky leaning on him.
It hurt seeing the bruises forming on the sides of his face. You were forever grateful to Stark but could you really just let Steve leave without talking? Turning to Stark you helped him get to his feet within the dying suit.
“Who do I need to call?” you asked, making it clear you weren’t going to help him get back home.
“If you go with them you’ll be a wanted woman.” He warned.
“I already am, remember I didn’t sign.” He grunted. “Oh yeah, you and your ‘I won’t sign and I won’t fight’ bullshit. See what happens? Capsicle can’t think right without you.”
“Tony, who do I call, Rhodes?” He looked away and tried to stand on his own but the weight of the suit was off balance from all the damage and he faltered. You quickly helped him stay upright and then guided to a wall he could lean against.
“Does anyone know you are here?” He bitterly chuckled and that was enough to tell you clearly no. What a mess this had turned into.
Shaking your head in disbelief and pain at how it had all turned out you pulled your phone out and speed dialed.
“Nat? Yeah… No things did not go well at all… they’re all 3 alive,” You looked at Tony and frowned at his bleeding face. “…not without damage though.”
“Follow the gps on the phone, come get Tony and keep it discrete.” Nat disconnected after your instructions and you handed to phone off to Tony. He looked down at your hand then back up, dazed.
“I’m not staying here, and I’m not keeping that on me. You know you mean so much to me and saving me from…you know.” A deep sigh escaped your lips and he glared at you. You sat the phone down on the ground.
“You are going to go after him?“ He called out your name when you turned your back to him, "After what you just saw him do to me, to us, and protect that Hydra Murderer! He killed my parents! My Mom!” Stark’s voice rose with each word as you ran off.
By the time you caught up they were already at the Quinjet and the cat guy was talking to them both outside the jet.
Bucky was the first to notice you, the other two looking your way to see what he was looking at. Steve sucked in his breath through his teeth with wide eyes. He did not expect to see you again, honestly that stung.
The man in the Cat suit had I his mask off, it was T’Challa. You cocked your head to the side, this situation was all sorts of fucked up. Maybe one day you’d get all the details but now you had to talk to Steve.
Bucky lifted his arm out from around Steve’s shoulder and T’Challa helped him get inside the jet as Steve walked towards you pulling off his helmet. You speed walked towards him, slamming your body into him not caring about the painful grunt he made, he was a super solider he could take it.
His arms wrapped tightly around you, almost bone crushing as you wrapped his arm around his neck and pulled him down to kiss you. It was rough and full of the need you two always felt for each other. It was a few minutes before you both pulled away from such a tight embrace.
“I won’t ask you to come with me,” he spoke softly against your lips. You almost wish he would but you knew he would never ask more of you than you could give. He kissed you again but it was softer this time. You pulled away.
“Is that how you kissed that Sharon girl?” his cheeks flushed and muttered “Sam,” under his breath. You smirked.
“I intended to tell you before Sam… It was to get the suits, she was doing a favor and there was a sense of duty to-”
“To kiss a girl who you had been leading on? Oh okay.” you teased him as he fumbled to explain. You weren’t the jealous one out of the two of you.
“Stop playing with me. I have to get Buck somewhere safe.” He stressed and you nodded in agreement.
“You have Bucky, get him the help he needs.” You kissed him again but he frowned.
“I want you too.” he pulled you away from his embrace, his hands resting on your shoulders looking you in the eyes. His swirling blue eyes held so much pain, desire, guilt, anger…there was too much as always.
“Then ask Rogers. You just gotta ask.” The hum and heat of the Quinjet starting up pulled you out of each other’s gaze. “Times up,” you smiled at him as you removed his arms from your shoulders.
“I’ll find you,” the confidence and unsaid meaning in those words sent a chill down your spine.
“I’m counting on it old man.” You watched him walk into the Quinjet, turning around to look at you his mouth opening as if he would ask. You knew better, he was always too late. You started walking away to make your own escape from the chaos that had ensued.
8 months later
You stood in front of what had to be at least 1980’s A/C window unit. You hated the heat. You let out a groan as noise rose from outside the bustling city street of Agadir, Morocco.
The motel wasn’t the worst you had been in so far while on the run. Mercenary work was giving you extra cash to move up from D Grade motels to C Grade. It was certainly easier than your earlier years.
Shaking you heard trying to cool down you knew you just needed to get out of the room, maybe the beach?
Your eyes narrowed while looking at the people on the street then nodded your head agreeing with that idea.
You looked around pretty sure you found the least crowded part of the beach. Walking towards the shore a gentle breeze blew your hair and long thin robe you wore over your bikini. You used to care about showing this much skin, the scars and all imperfections would have made you self-conscious but that was before Steve. Before he instilled in you the confidence and encouraged your self-discovery.
Setting your bag down as you neared the shore you sighed; you missed Steve, desperately at night. Giving him space with Bucky was more important to you than having Steve between your legs every night.
You were pretty sure he was in Wakanda but getting there was proving a task given it was only you. Stark spoiled you with all his means and connections over the years. You looked out, the light blue of the ocean reminded you of his eyes, those eyes that would burn with desire and need for only you.
Cool ocean water brushes back and forth on your feet took you out of your thoughts. That’s what you needed, this was better than that ancient A/C. You began to walk further in pulling the bottom of the robe up however yelling started behind you.
There was panic and pointing to a young gentleman running with a floral bag in his hand, as he came across your bag he grabbed it. “SHIT!” you were too trusting or as Steve would say “Head in the clouds”. Without thinking you launched after the guy not caring about your lack of shoes or clothing.
The man looked behind him and his eyes widened, you were gaining on him and fast. He ran into the street dodging cars, you followed ignoring the gravel and fiber glass your bare feet picked up along the way. When he saw you were still following he quickly turned down a side road leaving the main road facing the beach.
You kept at him and your feet kept picking up more but you pushed through, you needed your bag! You smiled when he ran down a small alley way, fool.
When you turned down you saw him get closed lined by a large arm falling to the ground and slamming his head against the pavement. You looked at the man who had helped you, he had a ball cap on with sun glasses and a short full face beard.
“Thank you,” you said slightly winded as you walked up to get your bag, starting to really feel the pain in your feet now that you’ve stopped running.
“Your feet,” the man muttered pointing behind you to the bloodied foot prints you left. The voice it was so familiar…
As you got closer you starred at his face intently and it clicked.
“Rogers?”
No sooner the words left your mouth he had you up against the alley wall holding your cheeks and kissing you with fierce abandonment. You pulled his hat and sunglasses off let them fall to the ground.
It caught you off guard, the force and wildness as your lips crashed and his tongue demand entrance to your mouth which you gladly allowed. As he was mapping your mouth his arms began to trail down gripping your ass roughly. On instinct you wrapped your legs around his waist, he gladly held you up.
You pulled away to catch your breath and the moment you took another breath he was on you once more, biting your lip pulling a soft gasp from your mouth. He groaned grinding his pelvis into you, both you feeling the dampness in your bikini bottoms.
You could feel him against you, hard and hot. Just as you started to feel dizzy from his demanding kisses he kissed his way down your neck, biting then gently caressing the bite mark with his tongue only to then suck on the same spot. His beard rubbing against your skin in just the right way, you couldn’t help but whimper and dig your nails into his deltoids.
He called out your name, voice deep and gravelly against your neck.
“Please,” you gasped out, not sure what you were pleading for, more or less? His touch was so rough, so much more forceful than any time before. His hands were continuously kneading your ass and helping roll your hips into him with great force.
You felt his breath against your neck, it started shallow but you could feel it begin to slow, his hands just holding you.
Finally he pulled his head out from your neck and looked you in the eyes. There was an unsettling darkness in his look, something unfamiliar to you.
He opened his mouth to say something but a groan from the man he knocked out stopped him. You both looked toward him, his eyes remaining closed but head moving a little. Steve let you down to your feet. Once on them you gasped at the forgotten pain from glass and gravel in your feet.
Steve glared at you, “How could you chase after someone without shoes on and in only a bikini?” sounding like a parent scolded a child.
“My shoes and clothes were in the bag. Might I add I have a robe on!” you matching him with tone of a petulant child.
He rolled his eyes “See through robe,” he picked up the side of you robe to make his point, “What do you think was going through those men’s minds as they saw you chase after this thief?”
“Look at that girl run?” You tried to joke but it was met with a seething glare.
“They were looking at what’s MINE and ogling it.” You could feel the bass in his voice, it scared and excited you. What was going on with Steve?
Before you could vocalize your thoughts he put his sunglasses and ball cap back on, then grabbed both bags the thief had and held them out to you. You took both and squeaked when he lifted you up with one arm under the bend of your knees and the other under your upper back. You placed both bags in your lap and wrapped an arm around his neck.
He began to walk further in the alley way shadows before you spoke up “These aren’t both mine!”
“You’ll have to get the other one to its rightful owner after you’ve put some actual clothes on and I’ve treated your feet.” You nodded silently, his tone still rough.
He took you back to your motel room, how he knew it was yours was bothering you. What was even more bothersome was his silence as he sat you at the edge of the bathtub, robe tossed on the floor and he began to run water while sitting on the toilet seat adjacent.
“Steve…” you broke the silence.
“How long have you been following me?” He cleared his throat and focused on cleaning out your feet.
“How long have you been trying to…” you winced as glass was being pulled from your feet “…find me?”
He pulled the last of the glass from your left foot and looked at you directly.
“You made it hard to find you, never staying in one spot for long,” he went to work on your right foot avoiding your gaze. “I was impressed; you never lost your edge for hiding huh?”
The implications related to your past were not lost on you. A past you worked hard to keep from most, but not him.
“I’m not as good as Nat but I certainly can stay hidden until I want to be found.” Silence encased the bathroom as he worked on your foot and you worked hard to ignore the feeling.
“8 months.” He spoke so softly you almost missed it. He had finished cleaning your feet and started wrapping them in gauze.
“Hm? 8 months?” He didn’t respond until he finished bandaging your feet and pulling them in to his lap.
He stared down at your feet, caressing your ankles. “We got to Wakanda,” you were right, “and Bucky wanted to go back under while they worked out how to reverse the effects of Hydra’s brainwashing.”
He raised his head to face you. “I started looking for you the moment he went under. I regretted not asking you to come with me.” He leaned forward placing his hand against you cheek, you immediately nuzzled into his hand keeping eye contact.
“When Nat heard about mercenary for hire making way along the coast of Morocco I had a suspicion it was you. I found you here a week ago, checking into this motel.”
“Why did you wait so long to talk to me?”
“Things have changed, I have changed. I’m not Captain America.” You slid into his lap, his hand gripping our thighs as you steadied yourself.
“You never were Captain America to me…” You push his hair falling onto his forehead to the side. It’s so disheveled; it was weird seeing him without it in perfect condition but you liked this more.
“We’re meant to grow Steve, it’s okay if you changed.” You kept gently caressing his face.
“I almost fucked you in that alley way. I would have too had that thief not started to wake up.”
You gasped at his words as he moved his hands to your hips sliding you closer to him in his lap, pushing you pelvis against his.
“In fact I think I would have liked him to have woken up, seen my cock buried deep in your tight pussy.” you whimpered as you grinded on him, his words scaring you as they were not him but excited you none less.
“Know this body belongs to me,” his hands smacked both your ass cheeks and pushed you flush to his hot confined throbbing cock. You gave a startled yelp that turned into a moan.
“That YOU belong to me,” he stood up, your legs wrapping around his waist again.
“You belong with me, by my side, forever,” the last part he spoke with hope, as if he wanted you to agree.
“Just ask,” you implored as he laid you on the bed, your knees bent and legs spread to make room for his giant body.
His eyes narrowed at you.
“I’m way past asking permission,” he growled and ripped your bikini top off, you moaned as you felt the fabric tighten then snap against his strength.
“Steve,” you tried to get him to talk to you more but he ignored you in favor of pulling his own shirt off then attacking your neck as he was in the alley.
This time instead he was roughing sucking on your neck while his hands roughing massaged your breasts.
You responded by wrapping your legs around his waist and pulling his hips down to grind against you. His rough attention was driving you insane.
To be without him for so long and come back with this force, this possessiveness nearly made you cum.
He continued to suck on your neck working to leave a mark, a reminder of what he told you. One of his hands moved inside your bikini bottoms.
Slowly rubbing a few circles around your clit you gasped and dug your nails into his shoulders, the sensation was too much. Just then he plunged two of his fingers inside you and curled up, continuing to rub random patterns against you clit with his thumb.
You lifted your upper body up, mewling at the sensation.
“Look at how responsive your body is to me, your pussy aching for me.” he growled into your ear, stopping his ministrations on your neck.
“Tell me, have you been taking care of yourself while I’ve been gone?” He lifted his head up looking you in the eyes a darkness there that was daring you to lie.
Your cheeks were already flush with arousal but you could feel them warm even more with embarrassment. “Ye-yes.” you got out meekly.
He chuckled, it was a dark chuckle, something you’ve never heard from him before.
“Did you think of me nightly doll face?” he continued thrusting his fingers into you at an increasing pace. You cried out gripping his forearm, it was almost too much.
“Oh no no,” he growled and increased his pace, curling his fingers ever so slightly reaching for your special spot. “You’re so tight around my fingers,”
“I missed feeling you wrapped around my cock.” He began to unzip his pants while speeding up his rubbing of your clit and adding a third finger inside your dripping pussy.
“Yes, you know what I want,” your finger nails dug into his arm. “You’re going to give this to me.”
Your eyes widened as you felt the pressure build up inside you. It was too much, this was nothing compared to what you could do for yourself. It was almost better than how it used to be between you two.
“Steve,” you gasped out the pressure building up at a scary pace.
“Yes doll face? What do you need?” A smirk played at his lips.
“Please-” but you couldn’t finish as you felt the dam release. It was over powering as your eyes rolled into the back of your head your hands going limp against his arm.
You could feel the wetness seep out of you.
“Fuck, you’re always so good for me.” you barely heard Steve’s words as the blood was rushing loudly through you, your body not able to come down as he continued to rub your clit but remove his fingers from inside you.
“Too much!” You gasped out, your hands trying to pry his hand off you. Your legs start to flail.
“No!” He ordered and you stilled. He pulled his cock from his pants, it was red and you could almost make out the throbbing veins from above.
You knew after 8 months without him it was going to be a bit of an adjustment given how long and thick he was.
“8 months you made me search for you,” you felt the head of his cock pressing against your opening. His words full of frustration and indicating he had been thinking about the time between as well.
Before you could express your concerns he plunged in. When you both felt him bottom out a mixture of moans and gasps were released between the two of you.
His fingers stopped rubbing you clit letting both of you revel in the feeling of finally being together again. He shifted his hips and you moaned out his name.
“That’s it, you know who you belong to.” he pulled himself out until just the tip was inside you.
You wrapped your legs back around his waist trying to pull him in. He made a sound of disapproval and pulled both your legs from around his waist and in front of him bending you in half.
“This is how I’ve wanted you,” his voice was graveled again, you saw the darkness in his eyes as he starred down at you. His body completely covering you.
“Helpless beneath me, all mine, and not pushing me to ask for it, but letting me take it.” He plunged back in at that, you cried out at the force of his thrust.
“Not too loud doll face, you don’t want to cause any concern have someone see you like this,” he smirked again, “or do you want someone to see you like this.”
You whimpered at the thought, finding it scary and turning you on even more at the same time.
He started a punishing pace, staring right into your eyes, as you held your legs together to the side of your face. His look was relief mixed with anger and that raw desire you were used to from him. You were trying to hold back your cries. He placed his hands on the back of your lower thighs, using it as leverage to continue his pace.
“Please,” You whimpered out, “Steve.”
He looked down at you raising an eyebrow.
“Come on,” he spoke your name tauntingly, “All you have to do is ask right?”
You groaned out, using your words against you. With every moment you were seeing a different side of Steve. You weren’t sure yet if it was good or bad but it certainly lead to a lot of pleasure.
“Cum, I want to-” you gasped out as he started rubbing you clit.
“Do it, cum on my cock,” his force was wearing down the bed frame, it began to creak and shake with each thrust.
You closed you eyes the intensity too much for you to even look at him, this was four times as intense as the last one. You tried to grasp anything you could to ground yourself.
You opened your eyes as he grabbed one of your hands, pulling to his face he kissed the back of your hand. Never breaking eye contact as he continued to thrust and rub your clit through your orgasm.
“Be good for me now, I want to feel you cum on my cock again,” Your eyes widened as you tried to shake your head no but it was too late.
“Remember I’m not asking,” he warned.
Another orgasm crashed over you unexpectedly from all the over stimulation. Suddenly his pace picked up with urgency.
“I’m gonna cum in you doll,” you shook your head no. You knew it wasn’t safe.
“Steve, wait I’m-” he kept his pace up.
“I know, and I don’t care,” you felt yourself edging towards another orgasm at his words. What was wrong with you?!
“I’m going to fill you up with my seed,” he groaned at the image in his mind. “Your stomach round with OUR child. That’s what I want.”
You came again, it was too much, HE was too much, you felt your vision swirling.
“No, stay with me.” He quickly pulled your legs back around his waist. His hips movement becoming erratic and desperate.
He groan out your name as he came inside of you just as he said he would. His hips jerked as he continued to cum in you.
When he was spent, he didn’t pull out. Still hard he remained inside you.
“Steve, I can’t-”
“Sssh, I know I know.” He rolled over pulling you with him, staying inside of you.
A soft whimper escaped your lips as you sat up, feeling him shift inside you. He groaned and griped your hips.
He bent his knees behind you and you leaned back on them. He thrust upwards once, watching your breasts bounce with the movement brought a smile to his face.
You giggled softly at his actions. The sensations making you giddy from all the endorphins running through you.
He felt like a drug induced dream almost. You frowned slightly, what if he wasn’t real?
You bent down towards him and kissed him hard, running your fingers through his hair.
“Please don’t disappear on me,” you pleaded against his mouth.
He looked at you in shock.
“What are you talking about?“he sat up pushing you up with him.
"What if they find you? Or Bucky again? You’ll go off and I don’t want to come between you two but-”
He kissed you gently, his hand caressing your cheek.
“You are mine and I am yours.” he flexed his hips proving his point and causing you to let out a moan.
“Prove that I’m yours,” he goaded you as he laid back.
You smiled at him as you placed you hands on his chest, and started to move your hips back and forth. The groans he emitted empowered you to speed up your movements.
Even with your current speed it wasn’t enough for Steve. He started thrusting upwards, you gasped in shock, everything was still so tinder.
With his feet planted flat on the bed and knees bent he started thrusting up into with precision. One of his hands shot up to grip your neck gently and the other began rubbing your clit.
You started to squirm and moan on top of him. It overwhelmed you but you didn’t want it to stop.
He tightened his grip around your neck, you went almost limp letting your weight fall on it and he smiled.
“Someone likes to be choked?” His words were accusatory but his tone was pure desire.
You meekly nodded your head followed by a struggled moan as he quickened his pace on your clit.
“Please, please,” you hoarse out within his grip.
“Don’t worry, I’ll give you that baby,” he started pounding into you from below.
“I can feel you tighten around me at the thought, I’ll give you my seed, but you have to be good.”
You immediately started cumming, pulsing around his cock as he continued his brutal pace.
“You really want it don’t you?” his hand left your clit to rub your lower abdomen.
“Do you feel me right there?” He pushed down and you flooded his lap cumming again. He groaned not expecting you to spasm around him again, he could take no more and with one final thrust he filled you again groaning out your name.
This time as the darkness began to swirl your vision it embraced you fully.
When you came to you first felt a warm damp feeling brushing over our inner thighs and groin. You slowly opened your eyes to see Steve still naked wiping you down with a warm wash cloth.
He looked up and smiled sheepishly when he saw you were awake.
“I may have treated you too roughly,” he admitted remorse clear in his voice.
“I’m sorry I lost control, after I kissed you the first time I could think of nothing but possessing you in every way possible.” He looked down as he continued to clean you.
“We can shower in a little bit once your energy is recouped.” He set the wash cloth on the bedside table and crawled up next to you and pulled you into his chest.
You curled up into him enjoying the rhythmic beat of his heart.
When you awoke again it was dark. Steve was walking about into the room, fully clothed and with food.
You smiled at him, sitting up in the bed causing the bed sheet that covered you to slip down. He hummed when he saw your chest.
You went to pull the sheet up but he spoke up “Don’t cover up, I love to see what is mine,” he growled.
“You better feed me before you start that up again.” He chuckled and sat the food down on the bed.
You two ate in silence, enjoying the food and each other’s company.
Once you were both finished it was time for a much needed shower. You wanted to shower together but that tiny bath tub proved to be ill accommodating to a super solider plus one.
You lay in the bed satisfied watching Steve put on his boxer briefs and get into bed with you.
“We’re heading to Wakanda tomorrow, any loose ends you need to tie up here before we go?”
You looked at him scandalously; did he just TELL you what you were doing?
“Steve, I have a few things may take a day or two-”
“Find a way to do it in one, our rendezvous is at 1900 hour tomorrow,” he looked at you with a stern gaze.
You went to voice your protest but before you could he shut it down.
“I’m not leaving you behind, I’m not asking either.” He laid back and pulled on top of his chest.
You huffed but cuddled up to him, nuzzling you face into his chest closing your eyes. A smile spread across your face. You wanted to be madder at him but demanding him to be at your side felt right. Maybe he needed to not be Captain America to become more Steve.