Little Miss Snoop
FOR ROO’s DARK!CROSSOVER CHALLENGE DUE DEC. 31, 2021
Warnings: this series will contain dark elements such as noncon and rape, abuse (emotional, physical, mental), manipulation, and drugging.
This is a dark!fic and explicit.
Characters: dark!Superman/Clark Kent x dark!Steve Rogers/Captain America x dark! Bucky Barnes x (fem!)reader
You’d never expect to be betrayed by a familiar stranger. Let alone three. The men who would eventually own you: mind, body, heart, and soul...
When Clark Kent --known as Superman from his own universe-- was trapped on Earth-616, he never expected that he could form bonds similar to the ones he had previously known. He had been a hero at the top of the pecking order back home. He had parents that loved him, a woman that was going to marry him, and friends who understood all the nuances of living a double life. Clark had everything he ever wanted until Lex Luthor’s vendetta against Superman finally won.
All of that comfort and security was lost, most likely forever, when he had taken a chance on throwing a nuclear weapon into a nearby black hole. Clark had known the risks of getting caught up in a mission of that magnitude, but he had never imagined that he could get transported to an entirely different universe with its own set of superheroes.
Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes filled the spaces in Clark’s heart that Bruce Wayne and Arthur Curry had once occupied. Steve was amiable, patient, and a man of principle, not so far off from Clark, even when it came to being America’s Golden Son.
Bucky was the moon to Steve’s shining sun, brooding and serious yet also had his own morals that made him a perfect companion to both him and Steve. The three of them had bonded over their simple upbringings and the cataclysmic circumstances that had landed them where they were. Clark, Steve, and Bucky were the perpetual odd men out. Out of place and out of time, but not to each other.
And yet, they all found that there was one thing that they could not stand to be without anymore. A woman. They had decided they needed a woman to complete the dynamic. They were all commanding men with needs, needs that blossomed when one particular woman was around.
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You had come into their sphere when you had put yourself in danger as a freelance investigative journalist trying to capture the essential scoop of a hidden HYDRA cell at a warehouse in New York. You had bravely snuck in and began livestreaming the shipment of alien tech that the HYDRA terrorists were smuggling into the city.
“This is Y/N, reporting at the scene of one of the last known HYDRA bases after the fall of SHIELD a few years ago. What you’re witnessing on this livestream is the fruit born of several weeks of information being collected by my anonymous sources. These terrorists have been smuggling alien weaponry through the shipping ports for the last few weeks. I’m going in for a closer look to see what their plans are for a possible takeover of Manhattan,” You whispered into your cell phone’s mic as you crept along the edges of shipping containers within a massive warehouse. You kept your eyes and your phone’s camera lens on the men in modern HYDRA uniforms who were unloading boxes of unmarked cargo into six ordinary white vans.
“Depending on the size of the alien weaponry, we’re talking about a possible massive strike against the people of New York.” At this point you didn’t know who was watching your livestream, but you knew that the massive following you had on all your social media platforms would eventually get the word out. You had calculated the possible risks of getting caught, but it was the truth of the dangers that still lurked in places like New York that you wanted people to see.
And, indeed, there were lots of people tuning into your livestream, namely the Avengers and their newest ally, Superman. The minute that HYDRA was mentioned, Steve and Bucky were on alert. Clark knew what it meant to them to get rid of all traces of HYDRA once and for all.
“According to Y/N’s livestream, we have at least 50 HYDRA members in that warehouse,” Steve briefed quickly as Bucky and him gathered their gear and prepared to hitch a ride with Clark over to the docks.
“And apparently, we need to worry about Y/N who’s gotten herself in the middle of all this mess,” Clark amended.
“Yeah, a little minx who should have called us before pulling a stunt like this...But we won’t let her get stuck trying to get herself hurt or killed again, will we?” Bucky’s admiring grin spoke volumes to Steve and Clark.
“Look who’s here! Bucky Casanova, back from the dead.” Steve patted Bucky on the back and they finally made it out to the heli-port for Clark’s takeoff.
“Bucky Casanova has been MIA, Steve, never dead.” Clark offered his arms for Steve and Bucky to grip onto as he flew them towards the HYDRA warehouse. “And once we get our intrepid reporter out of the jaws of danger, he’ll be around to stay.”
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Meanwhile, you had gotten yourself into more than a little bit of trouble. Between avoiding the single man patrols sweeping around the perimeter in and out of the warehouse and possible cameras or booby traps, you had to squeeze into a safe tight space between shipping containers with a good enough view of the action. It was only a matter of time before you were discovered by deadly HYDRA agents.
“Hey! Get out of there!” At first you didn’t believe anyone had spotted you and in the next few moments you were yanked into view by a particularly brutal HYDRA agent. Dragged towards the congregation of the other HYDRA agents, you couldn’t avoid the crash of glass and debris when the roof of the warehouse gained a giant hole. Superman, Captain America, and Bucky Barnes came into the fray with guns, shields, and heat vision blazing.
You managed to scurry away from your HYDRA captor but not before Bucky scooped you up over his shoulder and started to run towards one of the unmarked vans that HYDRA had been using. “Our cute little package has been secured, gents. I’ll see you back at base. She’ll be all cleaned up and ready for us by the time you’re done here.”
Bucky threw you in the back of a van, pushing up the sleeve of your jacket and producing a syringe from his belt. “This won’t hurt a bit, sweetheart. Take a nice little nap and when you wake up, we’ll explain how the rest of your story is going to go.”
Before you could say anything, he emptied the syringe in your arm and you began to get lightheaded. “Wha– the hell—?” was the last thing you could utter.
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“You gave her the rest of her medicine and a bath?” a masculine voice came from the other room, but you were too out of it to fully comprehend what was going on. Your body wasn’t entirely under your control anymore. Not with whatever Bucky had given you on board.
After getting to whatever location served as their base, Bucky unloaded you into a well-appointed and overly large suite complete with a giant bathroom and an exquisitely luxurious tub. He had taken his time undressing you, inspecting you for wounds, and bathing you for whatever twisted things he and his teammates had in store for you.
“Everything’s set, Cap. She’s feeling really good after having her medicine on board and a bath under her belt. She didn’t get busted up or anything in her escapades, so that’s good.” Bucky was looking down at your barely conscious form as Steve Rogers and Clark Kent joined him in admiring your naked body on their bed.
“You feel it, huh? The room’s spinning, you’re confused, you can’t even move.” Clark’s voice was strangely menacing for the sweet man you had come to know through the news media interviews. His big hands massaged your naked form, eventually one hand came to hold you up from falling to the ground like a limp doll.
Bucky brought his metal hand up to your throat, gripping in such a way that his unspoken warning rattled through your spine to the rest of your bones. “This is what it’s like to be between all three of us. Three men who want you. Three men who want to use you.”
You were more scared of them now as you were even a few precious minutes ago. They were like crazed animals, cornering a particularly tasty morsel. There was no hope of rescue and not hope of survival.
Steve was the last to approach, having to secure the room from your further escape attempts and to prepare some for what they were about to do to you. His soft, confident voice was the nail on your proverbial coffin. “Three men who want to fuck you into oblivion. You’re never gonna want to leave, precious. Hell, after we’re done with you, you might be barely able to breathe, let alone escape.”
“Your freedom might be taken away permanently, little one, but you’ll be the most protected woman on the planet from here on out.” Clark’s breath was on the back of your neck, a stark contrast to the icy feeling of Bucky’s metal hand and Steve’s warm ones as they took turns around your body.
A sharp and delicious pinch to your nipple, a wet bite to your shoulder, and a determined set of fingers tracing your pussy. You were overwhelmed not only by the drugs, but by the way the men sought to unravel you to your core just by sensation alone.
“I can smell it on you, you know… all that wetness your mind is playing off as an autonomic reaction to your fear. It’s sexual arousal, sweetness. Don’t deny what your body is already accepting.” Clark’s voice, while quiet, roared in your ears because of the conflicting need you felt to either flee or surrender to them. Ultimately, it was your fear that anchored you to the moment and their threatening seduction.
In a final burst of will before you knew that they would conquer you entirely, you screamed. “Get the fuck away from me! You’re all sick!”
“Only sick and tired of seeing you try to get yourself killed all for some news that no one ends up caring about for long. Your time could be better spent spreading your legs for us.” Steve’s legs kicked yours open and the fingers you felt on your sex before coated themselves in your arousal and delved into your pussy. Your startled gasp was enough for Steve to capture your mouth in a quick and filthy kiss.
Bucky’s non-metal hand pulled your hip into contact with his crotch, his bare arousal hard on your skin: “In fact, precious, we’ve decided what your next career path will be… call it a form of working from home. Our home. And from our bed.”
After the three heroes had their self-serving chuckle, they took you back towards the bed. It was going to be near impossible to break away from them now. What could you do to fight off two super-soldiers and a Kryptonian? Very little, if anything at all.
“No more getting yourself into scrapes to try and catch the next big story. No more making more enemies than friends. And no more trying to play hero when you’re more cut out to be sitting on the sidelines, as fragile as you are. Little Miss Snoop is facing her permanent retirement. You're ours now. Now and forever.” Clark wrenched your face from Bucky’s grasp and traced his lips along your cheekbone before attaching his lips to yours in a painful kiss.
“Fuck you! Get your goddamn filthy hands off me! I’ll never be yours!” It was all you had left in you. Some curse words and a set of sharp screams as they began to consume you. Steve’s cock speared you painfully in your sex, Bucky was having the time of his life with your mouth and breasts, and Clark had done the bare minimum to prepare your ass for his invasion.
Your mind had to find escape. The drugs they had given you were enough to subdue your consciousness enough to find escape in a mental wonderland away from all the feelings you were experiencing with your physical body.
Eventually, they stopped their assault on your body to assess your unresponsive form, wide eyed, limp, and grief stricken. Bucky was the first to run his hands over your copious tears, collect them, and suck them off of his fingers. “Aww, look at her. Our little toy, waiting to be broken apart and patched back together every time we touch you.”
“No, you don’t get to cry this much yet, precious. We’ve barely even touched you. Just wait and see what we really want to do to you.” Clark’s dark laughter mingled with Steve and Bucky’s in a way that chilled you to the depths of your soul and killed all hope you had at waking up from this nightmare.
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Yes, you’d do nicely for all of them.
Clark could see your future now, all blissed out of your mind and eventually full of their babies. Steve, Bucky, and him had already come up with some great scheduling plans for co-parenting and making sure that you’d be having a child born from each of them in turn.
Clark couldn’t help secretly hoping you’d have his child first. The first kryptonian child born in this universe. What a proud father he would make.
All those plans he had made in his home universe had been blown to hell, but this universe was shaping up to be even better.
It looks like you’d fit the space that Lois Lane once ruled in Clark Kent’s heart perfectly.