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kechiwrites · 6 months

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dark!steve rogers x neighbour!reader

kinktober countdown: day two (facefucking).

synopsis: your neighbour is inappropriate, and you aren’t quite sure how to broach the subject.

wc: 2.2k

cw: dark content, non con, oral (male receiving), femme language + afab!reader, pet names, internal victim blaming, pet names (sweetheart), a touch of misogyny

author’s note: day 2 brings us more dark!steve, i fear i may be incapable of writing him sincerely. he’s just a little too perfect. I like to take off a bit of the shine. thank you @katsukikitten u r my muse.

Your neighbour is inappropriate, and you aren’t quite sure how to broach the subject. Mostly because you can’t be sure if he’s doing it on purpose or if he’s just overly friendly. Maybe it’s the signals you give off, bringing a plate of thick, sweet, cheesecake brownies over to the recently sold house next door, hoping to make a new connection. Suburbia can be isolating, and with all of your friends shaking ass in the city, you need to branch out. It really isn’t the kind of home you figured a single man like Steven Grant Rogers would buy, but then again, you lived in your suburban palace alone, willed to you by your late grandmother and only in need of a few renovations.

He’d been so bright, when you first met him, with a perfect white smile and twinkling blue eyes. He’d been happy to accept the desserts, even happier to return the plate a day later, extolling the praise he and his poker buddies lauded on you over the taste. You’d shrugged it off, “The least I could do for a neighbour. I’m just glad you all liked them.”

Secretly though, the compliments had thrilled you, especially once you’d gotten a glimpse at the aforementioned “poker buddies”, the whole lot of them, handsome, built, big. All too happy to fix leaky pipes and paint fences in exchange for chocolate cream pie or a dish of homemade lasagna. But Steven - “Steve, please” - was your most loyal customer, always lending a hand, pausing during his early morning jog to check up on you while you watered your flower beds, asking how your book is going, what you do in that “big old house all by yourself” when you aren’t working on “the next great American novel”, of course (his words, not yours).

It’s fine at first, a little disarming to be at the centre of his white hot attention, burning your flesh like he had you under a magnifying glass on a perfect sunny day. But eventually it’s not fine, eventually Steve Rogers takes more and more steps over the property line of overly friendly and into the front yard of wildly overbearing. Eventually, Mr. Rogers insists on weekly visits, popping into your house by using the spare key under the mat he shouldn’t even know about. Slinging his muscled arm over you during the neighbourhood block party, and your neighbour’s son’s 5th birthday party, and the Fourth of July barbeque. He fixes your car without you asking, brings in your groceries when he sees you unloading them in your driveway, brings your mail to you during his daily jog. It’s helpful sometimes, yes, but it’s also suffocating. And you were going to set him straight. You were! But it’s hard, hard to stare into the face of a suburban god, the literal king of the neighbourhood and tell him no. It’s hard to tell him that he’s making you uncomfortable, that you’d like for him to stop being so goddamn friendly all the time.

So maybe a little of it is your fault. Maybe you should’ve been clearer on your boundaries. Maybe, when handsome, strapping Mr. Rogers came to your front door to ask you to essentially cater one of his poker nights, you shouldn’t have stayed to serve the food, playing happy little housewife in front of Steve’s friends, bringing them cold beers from the fridge and sitting next to Steve, playfully making faces at his hand, then plating up dessert when he asked you to. But it felt good to have his attention. His favour. So when “the boys” start to head home, laying praise and amazement at your feet, you’re sufficiently buttered up for Steve to ask yet another favour of you. It’s not much, of course. Just a little help with cleanup. Then he’ll escort you home himself. After all, there are some real sickos out there.

So you agree. What’s the harm, right?

The harm, it just so happens, comes quickly after you finish drying the dishes Steve washes. You slide the last plate, towel dried as best you could, into his cabinets, sighing in contentment at a job well done. The harm is when Steve turns you around and presses you against the sink, water soaking into the back of your blouse, making the fabric cling to your skin. You stay there for a minute, not processing what’s happening, ready to laugh off another inappropriate joke from Steve.

You don’t really get the chance.

Two heavy hands clap down on your shoulders, exerting pressure on you until you crumple to the floor, knees hitting the tile of Steve's kitchen painfully. You yelp, struggling against him, pressing, then beating your fist against his tree trunk legs.

"Stev-" you choke on his name when your neighbour unzips his trousers before you, undoes the fly of the pair you helped him pick out, with him bent over your shoulder while you held his phone, his front pressed close to your back. Pulls his half hard dick out of pants starched and pressed with the iron he'd borrowed from you because his was "on the fritz" again.

"Open up." He cajoles, and you pin him with an incredulous, confused stare. No. No. This is all wrong. He doesn’t act like that. Steve Rogers isn’t like that.

The hand he doesn't use to stroke himself grabs your jaw, squeezing until you open your mouth, squeezing til it hurts. A sharp, purposeful punch of his hips is all it takes for him to make use of the opening. All it takes to put every little joke, boundary crossing, and stray touch into startling, horrifying perspective.

“It was the baking.” He whispers above you. “Peggy never baked, which was fine.” He sighs above you like he isn’t pistoning his cock deep into your throat with reckless abandon. “But I missed it, y’know? And you, you bake how angels ought to, sweetheart.”

Tears stream down your face while Steve uses you, dragging your dazed, crying face back and forth on his hard-on. On a particularly strong thrust, he broaches your throat. Your eyes roll up, until he can barely see the perimeter of your irises, and you warble out a miserable moan, begging, all while wrapped around his dick, for a reprieve. Your head is pinned to the counter behind you, and even though you shove against the muscle of his thighs, Steve brooks no quarter.

“Just take it,” he coos, like he wants you to swallow cough syrup, “it’ll be over soon.” his breath stutters when your lips brush against his balls. Steve moves one of his hands to cup the back of your head, keeping you as close as possible when he comes down your throat, groaning in pleasure while you struggle to swallow stream after bitter stream of his seed, lest you choke on it or fucking drown.

He finally releases you, and you pull back so fast you bang the back of your head on his pristine white counters. The pain radiates through your scalp, grounding you in the moment, cementing you to the spotless linoleum floor of Steve Rogers’ kitchen. You’re both panting, eager to fill your lungs with gulps of air.

“Whew.” He sighs, hands on his hips, like that took a lot out of him. “I didn’t mean to get so rough with you, just didn’t expect the struggle.” He chuckles, patting you on the head. “But you settled down quick, didn’t ya?” His tone takes on…contentment? Happiness?

No. That’s not quite right.

It’s pride. Steve is looking down at you, your spit and cum slick mouth, the weepy, watery state of your eyes, and the disarray of the hair he’d used as a handle, with pride.

Your stomach roils.

He bends low and you flinch away from him, smacking your head on the countertop again. He cocks his head at the involuntary movement, and smiles at you. A familiar, warm thing. One that made your heart flutter with pleasure, beat fast with your own surge of pride when he accepted a pie, or offered a compliment. Now it does the same, your heart speeds up, your palms itch curiously, and your brain doesn’t know if you’re happy or sad. Doesn’t know if it craves those smiles anymore.

“Just wanna set you on your feet. C’mon.” He speaks quietly, like he’s soothing a frightened animal, and hooks his hand under your armpits, heaving you up with the same startling strength he'd used to face fuck the fight out of you.

“It’s okay.” You bleat, voice as wobbly and unstable as the pair of legs struggling to keep you upright. And it’s not, it’s far from okay, the taste of him lingers in the back of your throat and if you think about it for even a second more you’ll throw up all over his shiny floors, on those godforsaken pants.

“I admit,” he laughs, ducks his head with that small town charm he does so well, “I wanted to last longer. But you were too good.” He winks at you, like you share a secret. Like you’re in league with each other.

He staring, waiting for you to say something, arches a brow like it’s your line and you’re fucking up the show.

But there it is again, that smile, sunny and open, and so pristine.

“Let’s get you home.” He herds you towards his front door, hand glued to the small of your back, his pinky finger stroking the skin exposed by the riding up of your still wet shirt. The two of you walk into the balmy summer air, and the spaces in between the black night, punctuated with the occasional white streetlight, designate your path home. Some of your neighbours’ houses are still illuminated, their warm yellow windows denoting the presence of life. You wonder what goes on behind their doors, you wonder if someone is having a good night somewhere close to you.

You come across your door faster than you were prepared for, the cheery yellow paint job Steve and James had done for caramel apple pie, mocks you. The way he’d smiled in your face, touched you, laughed. Steve shifts next to you, holding onto your extensive tower of pyrex and tupperware, for an instant your blood runs cold at the prospect of Steve inviting himself in, like he’s done so many times before. Not to bring in groceries or put together a dresser, but to pin you prone to the carpet of your bedroom and smile at you.

“So!” He turns, “Same time next week?” You gawk at him, and when you don’t say or do anything, he stoops and slides your extra keys out from under your Garfield emblazoned doormat. The jingle of two, simple metal keys against the little bell shaped key-chain makes your head pound, your blood boil. He unlocks the door, and gestures for you to take a step indoors. You raise both hands, palms upturned so he can give the keys back, so you can hide them, or melt them, or flush them down the toilet. Instead, you get to watch him slip the key-ring into his pocket, before he places your dishes into your uplifted open palms. “I gotta say, the lemon bars were a hit.” He tweaks your nose between his thumb and forefinger, his compliment tempered by the greedy shine in his eyes. You nearly scratch your own eyes out when you get that pleased, soft tingle in your chest.

He smiles and you salivate. He compliments you and your heart responds. He’s proud and your brain tells you ‘I’m happy’.

Why hasn’t it gone away? Will it ever go away?

“Maybe those brownies again, the cream cheese ones?” His voice is hopeful, soft and pliant, like he’s worried you’ll say ‘no’.

Like there’s a world where he’d take no for an answer.

You nod, a jerky, quick gesture that rattles your brain around in your skull. “Sure. Yeah.” You answer, sweaty hands slipping against tempered glass and plastic lids. “Yes. Brownies.” Steve beams, clapping his hands together, once, loud, drawing your eyes to the brutish width of them.

“Fantastic. I can’t wait.” He jogs down your front steps, and the fist secured around your lungs loosens with every step he takes away from you. He pauses at the side walk, one foot still on your property, the other poised to leave it.

“We make a great team. Don’t we?” He turns to you, and this time, he isn’t smiling. This time, his eyes cut through the night and the streetlight and the foggy haze of misfortune clouding your brain.

And the fear finally comes.

You kick your door closed, and you lock your door, and you drop your pyrex and tupperwear and serving spoons in the sink and you lock your windows and you get into bed, still dressed for a poker night you had no business being at, and you pull the covers up and up and over your face.

But the fear doesn’t go away.

And neither will your neighbour.

god i want him so bad. tomorrow, captain soap.

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imaginedreamwrite · 1 year

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S is for…stalker!Steve?

“You can’t go in there.” Almost missing you entirely, Steve comes to a screeching halt and glances down at the soft simpering image of a woman hiding her face.

“Excuse me?” He falters, finding himself distracted by the woman he’s seen time and time again.

And for a moment he feels the words do you have any idea who I am building on his tongue before he swallows his words and clenches his fists.

A bachelor and the heir to the Rogers’ family fortune, Steve could have any woman he wanted within a single moments notice. He could have anyone in his bed or on his cock and yet he finds himself irredeemably fascinated by you.

Yes you’re gorgeous and worthy of being captivating, however you’re tired. You’re tired and overworked and he thought that sniping you from his fathers competition and having you work for his father would’ve solved everything.

Steve has come to learn, yet again, that his father is a prick of his own devices and your new job is even worse than the last. He knows that you’re wearing rags and you barely have enough to eat since your landlord started squeezing you financially for more rent.

“Please don’t give him another reason to yell at me.” Steve falters again, this time by the sound of your voice. “You can’t go in there-”

He hears the moan, the whispering cry of some whore being fucked by his father while his, still new and young, wife is at home isolated. Steve hears the pornographic and cheap moan, the sound of some gold digging botch faking and orgasm to get a Versace purse.

“He’s my father.” Surprise hits you, your eyes widen and you hastily open your mouth to speak but Steve’s already walking toward the door.

Months have passed since he first saw you at a party, working with his fathers competition as an assistant and rundown. You were wearing a borrowed dress, one that was still not as classy as his father would’ve liked but well enough not to completely stand out.

He had seen you, and he wanted you. Now, right now, Steve was going to completely overhaul his fathers inadequate portion of this fortune and company. Steve was going to rip his father from the throne and cast him aside like the scum he was, and then Steve would take over.

Once he took over, he would have you.

#stalker!steve rogers x assistant!reader #stalker!steve rogers #stalker!Steve Rogers x reader #stalker!Steve Rogers x naive!Reader

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navybrat817 · 2 years

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OKAY- BUT REMEMBER THE POST YOU WROTE ABOUT STALKER!BUCKY AND STALKER!STEVE ????? 💗😩💞👏🤩🤩 That's a whole ass comedy LMAOAOAOAOAOO okay so like uhm just imagine them competing for your attention and shii ALL THE WHILE ACTING LIKE PERFECT GENTLEMEN LIKE BF/HUBBY MATERIAL FROM A DAMN DREAM AROUND YOU 💀💀 they'll sabotage eachother and purposely make their personality the way that you like and you won't ever find out that they are 'stalkers' but the word 'stalkers' sounds so ugly and have horrible connotations, they prefer to call it simply finding more about you so they don't mess up in the future and make you hate them! :) Surely you understand? :( They'll be your pretty playthings if you want them to be! Just, please,love them? Or please hint that you somewhat even like an aspect of them/what they want to be for you 💛

(P.S: they know all your kinks. Don't worry, their sole purpose in life and death is to please you and be yours for you to play with, emotionally,physically and mentally<3 ALWAYS)

Nonnie, are you talking about my post from last September with my crudely made gif?! How do you lovelies find these posts?!

Your ask gives me "This Means War" vibes with trying to sabotage each other, but darker for obvious reasons.

If Bucky and Steve want me to love them, I will. I'm totally fine with that. They deserve it, don't they? 😉

Love and thanks! ❤️

#navybrat answers #anon ask #writer ask #bucky barnes #steve rogers #stalker!bucky barnes #stalker!steve rogers #possible future fic #how do you lovelies find these posts?#i swear i can hardly find them half the time #sending love ❤️#asks are always appreciated

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golden-ariess · 7 months

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Worth It

Pairings: Stalker! I.T Steve

Warnings: Lurking/ Stalking (Please do not read if any of this content is triggering to you!)

A/n: Hello! It's been such a long time since I've shared anything. I'm at work. I sat down this morning and decided to write this instead of doing anything at my desk 👀.

Enjoy!

(Steve just wants to see you happy after all)

Waking up an hour early would be worth it.

Listening to finance bros drone on and on about their latest trade, and how much they expected in returns at 7 am loudly in the buildings coffee shop was worth it.

Nearly spilling his own drink trying to make it to your desk in time was worth it.

Seeing your smile would be his special treat for the day.

Steve slipped into your office under the covers of the early morning hours. Making brisk work of placing your favorite fall drink on your desk before anyone arrives in your department.

The week wasn't kind to you. Steve watched as you received email after email asking you to cover for your colleague, who picked up a bug that's been making its way around the office.

To say you were stressed was an understatement.

Steve was worried about you. You were the first to come in and the last to leave. You hadn't even logged into your Netflix account to watch your usual shows. Steve was missing spending that time with you. Simultaneously putting on whatever show you decided to watch. He didn't feel as close to you this week.

He was hoping this hot cup of your favorite fall drink would help brighten your gloomy week.

He quickly grabbed a sticky note and scribbled a note for you. He had to get out of your office, but not before cutting your webcam on. He couldn't wait to see you this morning.

Friday.. you felt like you could see the light at the end of the tunnel. This week was hellish, but Friday, your sweet savior had arrived.

You made your way through the office flicking on lights, opening the blinds. Today would be a good day, you could feel it.

Moving briskly to your office door. Your mind raced, a long list already forming of a million things in mind to get wrapped up today.

Sitting down with your purse and keys. You noticed a large Starbucks cup sitting at the end of your desk. You reached for the note it sat on top of.

You grinned at the note. This was so sweet. You needed to hear that after this long week.

Taking a sip from the cup, the cool foam and warm drink met you like an open hug. This was your favorite drink to get when the season changed.

Angie must have dropped this off for you. She'd been your rock this week as you IM back and forth about the work that didn't stop pulling up.

The sweet drink set the tone for the workday at hand.

Today would be a great day. You made quick work to put on your favorite playlist. Sipping your drink, glancing at the sweet note and smiling.

You were ready to power through Friday.

Steve couldn't help the wide grin spread across his face. He watched as you sipped and typed away at your desk.

You were happy.

All he needed was to see your smile, that had been few and far in-between this week.

He pressed play on the same playlist you'd just made and got to work with his own task for the day.

He knew getting up early this morning would be worth it.

Hope you enjoyed this little drabble!

My writing is a little rusty but hopefully I can post more soon 💛.

#I.T Stalker! Steve #dark!fic #dark steve rogers #Dark!Steve #soft dark fic

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bunnysorchids · 11 months

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No thoughts just bucky🤷‍♀️

pic from Pinterest!

#daddy!bucky #stockholm!reader #daddy!bucky x little!reader #stalker!bucky #sebastian stan smut #daddy bucky x little reader #sebastian stan #marvel #steve kemp x reader smut #sebastian x reader #taylors version #stucky #steve rogers

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softestqueeen · 4 months

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✧*̥˚ masterlist *̥˚✧

most of my fics are x fem!reader (i subconsiusly have me in mind, makes sense) but you can request fics with different dynamics!

all of my fics can also be read on my ao3: @ softestqueeen

my masterlist for my specials! -> my specials are NOT on my regular masterlist!

please MDNI!! most of my content is for a mature audience only!

✧*̥˚ key *̥˚✧

❤️‍🔥 smut 🌸fluff ⛓️ hurt/comfort 🖤 dark ✍🏻 request

✧*̥˚ BBC Sherlock *̥˚✧

i can't do this anymore! ⛓️🌸

sherlock holmes x reader When Sherlock overhears you talking on the phone, he thinks you're going to leave him.

let the light in 🌸

sherlock holmes x reader After a particularly frustrating case, all the consulting detective needs, is closeness.

misty mornings 🌸

sherlock homles x reader feat. Mrs Hudson and John Watson When Sherlock Holmes awakes on his birthday, he doesn’t expect anyone to remember it. But of course, you do.

✧*̥˚ Marvel/mcu *̥˚✧

need to be closer ❤️‍🔥🌸

bruce banner x afab!reader You love your boyfriend Bruce Banner with all of your heart but sometimes you just don‘t feel close enough. So you decide to try something new...

when you come home to us, pretty boy... ❤️‍🔥

sub!steve rogers x dom/afab!reader x dom!buck barnes It was no secret that your relationship was kinky. Even though Steve has been pleasured by Bucky multiple times, he wants you to mark him. And who are you to turn such a good boy down?

i have an idea... ❤️‍🔥

sub!steve rogers x dom/afab!reader x dom!buck barnes On the first vacation with your boyfriends, Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes, you notice the shower with a glass wall into the bedroom and immediately know how to put it to good use…

let me teach you pt. 1 🌸

steve rogers x afab!reader x bucky barnes You are a literature professor at university and your boyfriends decide to pay you a visit and listen to one of your lectures.

let me teach you pt. 2 ❤️‍🔥🌸

steve rogers x afab!reader x bucky barnes You are a literature professor at university and your boyfriends decide to pay you a visit and listen to one of your lectures. When they join you at your office, things get a little out of hand…

slipping and gliding pt. 1 ❤️‍🔥🌸✍🏻

natasha romanoff x afab!reader When the Avengers spend a day at the local water park, you start to see a certain redhead in a different light. You’ve never had anything with a woman before, but Natasha doesn’t mind showing you what feels good.

slipping and gliding pt. 2 ❤️‍🔥

natasha romanoff x afab!reader After what happened in the showers, you and Nat make a quick exit to move your fooling around to somewhere else…

natasha romanoff smut drabble

✧*̥˚ Call of Duty *̥˚✧

it's yours, princess ❤️‍🔥

simon “ghost” riley x reader x könig (cod) On a mission with König and Ghost you have to stay at a safe house. The only problem – there is only one bed.

my little flower pt. 1 ❤️‍🔥🖤🌸✍🏻

stalker!könig (cod) x reader You were just minding your business, planting some new flowers in your garden, when suddenly a (charming) man in a mask abducts you to use you for his pleasure. You are incredibly conflicted; the stranger seems to be kinda nice but also incredibly selfish at the same time.

my little flower pt. 2 ❤️‍🔥🖤✍🏻

Slowly you’re getting used to living with the man that was slowly becoming more than just the man who abducted you. You’re also getting used to the different ways he’s using and abusing your body.

do you trust me, sweetheart? ❤️‍🔥🌸✍🏻

simon “ghost” riley x afab!reader After an unsuccessful mission, you notice how tense and stressed your colleague and friend Simon “Ghost” Riley is. When you ask him how you can help him relieve some stress, things take an unexpected turn…

✧*̥˚ Haunting Adeline*̥˚✧

red roses and deadly promises ❤️‍🔥🖤🌸

zade meadows x fem!reader When your stalker, Zade Meadows, has to do some business out of town, someone new makes an unwelcome appearance. How will Zade react when someone tries to steal you away from him?

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3-cats-in-a-coat · 1 month

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Songs in the album To Bring You My Love by PJ Harvey as random characters that they remind me of:

To Bring You My Love (the song): Lily Evans Potter, Regulus Black, Sirius Black (in PoA), Lady Gotham, Talia al Ghul, Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Jason Todd, baby!stalker!Tim Drake and (regretfully because contrary to how much she shows up in this list, I don’t actually think she’s in any way innocent but I unfortunately can’t deny the amount of vibes) Bellatrix Black Lestrange.

Meet Ze Monsta: Regulus Black, Lily Evans, Bellatrix Lestrange, Lady Gotham, and (only in CoS) Ginny Weasley.

Working For The Man: Bellatrix Lestrange, Barty Crouch jr (I still hate him for what he did to Neville and his parents), Lady Gotham, Bucky Barnes, Lily Evans (it’s more like she’s dating ‘The Man’ but), Talia al Ghul (she’s trying to stop though), Bruce Wayne as Batman (‘The Man’ is actually Lady Gotham but who cares), and lastly Jason Todd as Red Hood (he is ‘The Man’).

C’mon Billy: Talia al Ghul (to Bruce, the son is Damian), Lily Evans and James Potter (to Regulus, the son is Harry, Jegulily), Tonks (to Remus, the son is Teddy, I don’t ship them but I love Teddy), Remus Lupin (wishing Sirius was alive so he could meet Teddy), and Lady Gotham (giving Bruce Wayne yet another child).

Teclo: Jason Todd, Roy Harper, Tim Drake, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, Lily Evans, James Potter, Regulus Black, Bucky Barnes, and Steve Rogers.

Long Snake Moan: Lily Evans, Remus Lupin (usually just before his time of the month), Marlene McKinnon, and Bellatrix Lestrange.

Down By The Water: (trans?) Regulus Black (obviously), Walburga Black (after Regulus died, I still hate her for what she did to her children), Sirius Black (if he saved Regulus), Lily Evans, Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd, Talia al Ghul (when she dunked Jason in The Pit), Lady Gotham, and Bucky Barnes.

I Think I’m a Mother: Lily Evans, Walburga Black, Bellatrix Lestrange, Lady Gotham, and Talia al Ghul.

Send His Love To Me: Lily Evans, Regulus Black, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Jason Todd, and Bucky Barnes.

The Dancer: Bruce Wayne, Lily Evans, Regulus Black, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, Steve Rogers, and Bucky Barnes.

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imaginedreamwrite · 1 year

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PLEASE HEAR ME OUT- s t a l k e r!soft!very soft!Steve Rogers x reader <3 he'd make himself known but is so harmless, in fact he's like an invisible,unpaid assistant lol he would mark your calendar,put sticky notes to help remind you of things,he even adds money to your account when he deems it too low (anything below 50k is too low, this your personal money by the way so if you paid your bills before he could for you and its below 50k? Accept that you have a sugar daddy that gets off on you being happy and having money. He gives you money for things you want, not what you need bc he wants needs to provide for you, he's nothing but your ATM 💘),he threatens your boss to be easier on you, he protects you albeit he does it so you don't know that he is, randomly writes detailed praises for you as a normal letters but its straight up porn,he touches himself to you sleeping,believes that if he touches you then you'll be tainted by him and all he wants for you is to be happy ,he also would say 'thank you,my dear' with heart eyes after you spit and curse at him while kicking him ANYWAYS ILYSM, YOURE WRITING IS PHENOMENAL AND I WISH THE BEST FOR YOU 🥰💛💛

Thank you so much! I absolutely love this idea!

I present stalker!Steve Rogers — the son of a wealthy businessman who first meets his darling butterfly at a party where she was working as an assistant to one of his fathers competitors, and while she’s horrendously overworked, she makes an impression on Steve and immediately ensnares him without even meaning to

Steve starts stalking her to care for her, Steve makes her life better without ever having to let the persona he carries of being a bashful guy who’s more interested in art than anything

Behind the scenes, Steve is a rich bachelor who’s found the woman he wants and will stop at nothing to have her. Steve gives her meaningful gifts and writes her old-fashioned love letters that soon turn to straight up porn on a page

He works himself up to taking you as his own, for his own, because only he can protect you and give you the life you deserve

When he steals you away, he takes you to a private paradise where he can touch you all he wants and finally feel his sweet girl writhe against his body (instead of just picturing it in his mind)

#soft!dark!stalker!Steve Rogers #stalker!Steve Rogers #stalker!Steve Rogers x assistant!Reader #soft!dark!stalker!Steve Rogers x assistant!Reader #soft!dark!Steve Rogers

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buckyswifesblog · 1 year

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Stalker

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Summary: Steve rogers stalking u

Warning: stalking, kidnapping

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Yn has been working in a cafe over two years, she likes it it was easy for her. One day she got a new customer one that she never seen before.

Yn: hi what can I get u ?

Steve: one caramel frappe

Yn: sure no problem coming up

Steve saw yn working on his coffee and thought to himself she pretty and has to be his no matter what. Yn always saw Steve when she works at the cafe she didn’t though about anything just that he probably likes this cafe more than others, Steve knew it was creepy for him to stalk her but he did always. He knew what car she drove and where she lives at.

Two days later yn car has been broke into but nothing has been stole only one note and a rose the note says “ see u soon sweetie “ yn was sacred for her life but since she knew self defense it may or may not help her in that situation. Steve saw how yn was scared and ask her if she was ok “ hey are u ok “ “ yeah I’m fine “ . Yn keep seeing packages delivered to her house with no return address the gift were always nice a teddy bear, chocolates or even jewelry. Steve decided to ask her out on a date she ofc says yes. Yn wore a beautiful red dress that hug her body perfectly with her favorite pair of high heels and jewelry, on their way to the restaurant steve ask yn if she liked the gift he has send her, yn all shock ask him if it was him the one that broke into her car. Steve giving her a smirk didn’t say anything. Yn was panicking all the way to restaurant until she felt steve covering her mouth with a towel, Yn couldn’t fight and she blacked out and woke up in a room with no windows.

#chris evans x reader #chris evans x original female character #chris evans #ynn #steve rogers one shot #steve rogers #steve rogers x original female character #marvel #one shot #stalker #barista #x reader

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biteofcherry · 1 year

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https://www.tumblr.com/bluepinkangel/713425051880472576/dark-stalkersteve-rogers

😭😭😭😭he’s hot and ugh

It's a really hot moodboard, most of all 🔥🖤

Yeah, dark stalker Steve has a hot vibe and possessiveness that weakens the knees. He's just looking out for you, you know. He knows how many dangers lurk there in the world and it's his responsibility to make sure a sweetheart like you doesn't get hurt. The only hurt he allows is the pleasure-pain that comes at his hands and makes you tremble in ecstasy.

#reply #dark stalker steve rogers #dark!steve rogers

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golden-ariess · 6 months

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Happy Sleepover Celebration! For a possible drabble idea, how about meeting his Muse!Steve or IT!Steve for the first time?

I loved this! Soo I accidentally wrote a who one shot 👀. Once I read your drabble idea, I could see how this would play out so clearly.

I need to read it for Grammer issues but, here's a snippet.

@angrythingstarlight This was such a great idea! Thank you sending it to me 💛

This wasn't him. He didn't do things like this.

He never imagined he would be in a situation like this. But here he was, locked away in his office with his pants around his ankles, trying to contain the moan from escaping his lips.

He couldn't help but think of you. Not after hearing you say his name for this first time.

#I.T Stalker!Steve #dark!fic #sneak peak #dark steve rogers x reader #AU

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sadbi-hours · 2 years

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Title: Lord, I hope I don't die in Alabama

Pairing: Steve Rogers/ Wanda Maximoff

Rating: NSFW

A/N: I wanted to wait till October to post this moodboard, which would have been a big deal for me, because we all know I'm notoriously impatient. But alas...

Image Credits: Banner made by me with the help of PicsArt and Google Images

Created For:

@anyfandomdarkbingo: G4- Alabama by Bishop Gunn

@anyfandomaubingo: O4- Serial Killer AU

@marvelrarepairbingo2022: B2- Hostages

@mfbingo: B1- Bleeding

@ultimatechrisbingo: B3- Burying a Body

@steverogersbingo: B5- Stalker Steve

Description:

Lord, I hope I don't die in Alabama

~Who wants to play a game?~

Two strangers, Steve Rogers and Wanda Maximoff, meet traveling on the interstate 65.

One's a sinner, spending his entire life as a repeat offender of many crimes in all seven of the deadly sins. And the other, a beautiful college student taking a year off to find herself.

Both of them are heading to nowhere on separate corners of the universe, but is their sudden connection a simple meet cute... a chance encounter ... or plain serendipity?

No, they know it isn't.

Just by one look, a small glint in each of their eyes'... and a twisted game of cat and mouse has begun between them on a hot day in September.

And all that's left in their wake is who will win their nefarious game for two? Steve? Wanda? Or the poor soul they've taken hostage and stuck in the middle?

Oh, I hope I don't die in Alabama

~It's time to play hide and seek~

#anyfandomaubingo #anyfandomdarkbingo #mfbingo #steve rogers bingo 2022 #cabottombingo #ultimate chris bingo #seriel killer au #a game of cat and mouse #guess which one is who #stalker steve #my edits #marvel #steve rogers #wanda maximoff

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1800jjbarnes · 6 months

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◇ 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟒 : 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠/𝐁𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 ◇

Intoxicated

【sʏɴᴏᴘsɪs】 : Wanda needed your help with trying out one of her experiments, and let's just say Steve was about to never let you leave the bedroom ever again because of it.

『ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ』 : 1.21k

-> ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: Wolf Au. Fantasy. Suggestive.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: Alpha!Steve x Luna!Reader [SoulMates]

[ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs] : Scenting. Lowkey scent play. Mention of glands. Pet names. Heavy manhandling. Steve has kinda lost his mind from lust. Oral. The reader is literally littered in teeth marks and hickeys (whoops). Unprotected sex. Videoing. Sex tape. Swearing.

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“Just try it, trust me.” The voice of one of the she-wolves and your friend Wanda's voice replayed in your head as you stared at yourself in the mirror. You had just had a shower, getting ready for the day when you were reminded of the perfume that was given to you for an experiment. You see, Wanda had been learning potion-making from Bruce and had asked you to be a test subject. At first, you said no, because let's face it, you weren't about to take something that could possibly hurt you, curse you, or kill you. But after she explained herself, you decided to help her. So here you standing with a suspicious perfume in your hand, placing it slowly on the spots she mentioned, ‘Place it on your glands, wrists and just behind your ear’.

“Okay…” You sighed to yourself, rubbing in the liquid. Now, what might this do, you may ask, according to Wanda it was a pheromone enhancer, a chemical to open your mating glands and potentially helps you find your soul mate quicker. But before Wanda gives this to an un-mated creature, she wanted to see if mates would still become more crazed by said smell. So she asked you, since you were mated to the ruler of The Ancient Lands, Alpha Steve Rogers, she knew his reaction would be worth it.

Steve was expected home any minute, and honestly, you were shaking with nerves. You didn’t know what the smell would do and worry clouded your judgement. And what’s worse was you couldn’t smell it yourself. Since the liquid was unscented and only activated with your scent you have no clue what it smelt like on yourself since it's your own scent. So you sat in your matching shorts and shirt PJ set with little pink hearts as buttons on the front of it. Your fingers were tangled in the hem of your shorts fiddling with the fabric until you suddenly heard a deep voice echo through the home.

“Darling I’m Hom―.” He quickly cut himself off at the sudden whiff of the most intoxicated, sweet scent. It was like his brain cut off, leaving one the animal nature conscious. He began to stalk the bedroom. You couldn’t hear a thing given he was like a silent stalker, only letting his prey know he was there when it was too late.

“Stevie...Is that you?” You gulped having heard your lover's voice before it was strangely cut off. Was he okay? Can he already smell you? What if he left thinking it smelt bad? A million reasons slipped in and out of your mind making you go to stand up but before you could do anything a large snarl and broad figure appeared in the bedroom door frame. “S-Steve…”

Steve rumbled lowly, making your wolf cry out for his. You instantly felt the urge to strip yourself for him, let him have his way with you. But you stayed still awaiting for your lover to speak. He took only three large steps to reach you on the edge of the bed. You could finally see his features and it only made you whimper seeing his eyes were no longer blue but rather... pitch. Dark with lust, and his nose flared taking in more of your scent. Your hand slowly moved to grab his and the minute your fingers grazed his palm he snapped. His hand wrapped around your wrist, pulling you up while his other arm gripped around your waist, holding your body flush against him. His nose brushes against your bond mark, the mark that symbolizes you were his and he, yours. He took a big inhale, taking in your new enhanced scent.

“My pretty little wolf.” was all he said before gripping the front of your top and ripping all the buttons open, making them scatter everywhere. His mouth latches onto your mark, biting down, hard, making you scream out in the sudden painful pleasure. He grunted against your skin pulling away to see a new mark on top of the old scared one. He wanted to do it more, make you riddled in his love bits, hickeys…. teeth marks. The sheer idea of his teeth marks all over your smooth figure made his blood go straight to his cock. “Mine.”

He lifted you up to kiss along your bare collarbone, nibbling slightly on the top of your exposed beasts. You were standing on your tiptoes so he could reach your nipples, suckling them with care. To say you were in an awkward position was an understatement but you stayed like that purely for Steve's pleasure and as his hands snaked onto either side of your hips letting him rut his erection against your tummy. You knew you needed to move. “Steve...B-bed.”

He grunted in response, removing his lips from you, lifting his hands onto his own hips so he could watch you crawl onto the bed. You never broke eye contact with him, slipping off your shorts and panties. You spread your legs so he could get a good view of your soaking core. His eyes danced over your body, feeling proud of the hickeys he had left on your chest and neck, but he needed more. More bites make you covered in him. He pounced on you in an instant, biting any part of skin he could reach in a short amount of time. He sinks his teeth into your flesh, sucking lightly, then licking the wound before moving on. Repeating that process over and over until you were covered in bite marks and harsh red love bites everywhere. “Steve...Stevie please.” You squirmed, feeling the soreness of the bites, but you couldn’t have it any other way. The feeling of each mark aching and the desire to show them off to the world made your head spin.

“My little wolf. So pretty, all marked up.” He bent down to give your thighs a soft kiss, but his hunger surged through him, and your scent was driving him crazy. You whimpered feeling his hot breath pool against your pussy. You didn’t realize he was so close to your core until his hot tongue licked a long strip along your folds. “Yours so wet and I haven’t even fucked you yet. You enjoy being covered in my marks. You a dirty little girl hmm?”

His words made your head spin, and his lips on your sensitive bud made you lose control. “Steve, please. just fuck me, do something p-please.”

He chuckled, sitting up, letting you go so he could sit on his calves staring at you. “My god, as if you couldn’t get any more beautiful.” He leaned over your frame, grabbing your phone off the counter before opening the camera. “I wanna remember these marks, so when they’re healed, I can mark you up. Again….” He took a photo, “And again...” He unzipped his jeans letting his cock out so it could brush against your puffy pussy, then he presses record. “and f-fuck again…” He sunk deep in your cunt groaning out while he recorded his cock slipping in and out. He kept the camera on the way your chest bounced and the marks and hickeys painting you like an art piece.

His art piece.

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