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Moonlight trap

Pairing: Dark! Bruce Wayne x fem-reader

Summary: chasing freedom is not easy when the bat is after you

Warnings: NON-CON/ DUB-CON, +18, this is a dark!fic, contains implied kidnapping, smut, possibly soft-dark category.

A/N: I know a lot of people do not enjoy this kind of content so please READ THE WARNINGS, by clicking in read more you are admitting to be +18 and by that consenting this kind of content. Remember that your media consumption it's your own responsibility.

I think I have tagged everything correctly, if anyone has any more additional tags or warnings let me know.

Word count: 3079

The trees welcomed you as one of the long lost children from the fairy tales. Those were the fairy folk used to swap babies for their indulgence, their humour as sharp as their pointy ears.

You were a few feet into the forest, feeling the mattress of fallen leaves and earth between your toes as the branches continued to close in. They seemed to embrace your figure as if they wanted to take you away from the mansion standing at your back.

For the trees knew that the mansion was haunted by a monster, a monster that came alive at night and it will soon follow you.

Strangely, it was a clear night. The dark sky was lightened by the stars, their soft glow often holding good omens. But, the moon was out too. Looming proudly above your head, she was ruling over the blackness with a dangerous fullness, its roundness a curse, the songs had warned.

Your dark gown kept streaming around your legs moulding shapeless forms, your feet making their way through the rugged path as you stole one last look back at your high-fashioned prison. The glooming shadowed construction was growing smaller by the second, becoming less and less suffocating from here.

Scenes of glimmering jewellery, lonely dinners for two, sleepless nights and wordless cries between silk sheets, danced behind your eyelids as Wayne Manor stared back at you. The billionaire had tried to sugarcoat the forced moments by his side with noxiously corrupting luxury.

You had never escaped anyone before. That didn't mean you weren't going to try, though.

Turning watchful eyes towards your surroundings had proved futile at first. Everywhere you went you would find that dark vigilant gaze posed hungrily on you. As time passed your tamed behaviour seemed to pay off and he had started leaving at night, sometimes even in the middle of the day.

You had found the cave a few weeks ago, and the tunnel shortly after. A breeze had carried the smell of fresh pine needles and watered earth, marking it as the right one.

Although, unearthing such a secret wasn't effortless.

After finding you in the claws of the man that had half of this rotten city inside his pocket, you had thought there was still a chance to escape, a lingering tendril of hope in the form of a bat.

Knowledge hadn't felt like a gift when you learned that the only person who could give you back your freedom was the one who had snatched it in the first place.

Consequently, there was only one person to rely on: you.

You weren't a fool, you knew you couldn't hope to smart him. Still, the only way of leaving was trying. Besides, it was far better than growing into this submissive creature you were becoming. The lines had blurred dangerously.

Planning and following the exit had been quick. Like any other night, you had waited for him to watch you fall asleep and counted exactly 20 minutes since his departure to get up and head straight to the cave and your awaiting freedom.

So here you were dodging branches with rapid but determined movements, breathing through your nose in focused motions while your heartbeat fast as a little bird inside your ribcage and dainty mist clouded the wooded path, snaking between your limbs like a purring cat.

Wilderness's duality was intriguing. The forest was a combination of the softness of the caressing leaves and musk covered trees and the stinging edges of the pine needles, rocks and twisted roots.

Life was so evident in this place that it seemed to float around the air, such a stark contrast from the sterile and white halls you had left far behind.

The life pouring out from every cell of the trees and creatures fed you. Even the tiny cuts and scratches filled with simmering pain were welcomed gratefully. Because, as your lungs burnt and your muscles hurt, the stubborn truth couldn't be subdued. That for the first time in months, this was the moment you were feeling fully alive.

Wintry wind hollered through the trees and you knew you should have shrivelled. You would have felt it if the highly intoxicating euphoria stopped cursing through your veins, if freedom wasn't seducing your body into forgetting that you wouldn't reach it, not yet.

Something cracked at your back. Then a shadow descended. The sudden movement sent you crumbling to the ground, your fall ungracefully stopped by your hands. When you looked up it took a few moments to adjust your gaze and fix it on the shadow that was now perched in the tree in front of you peeking at you with one of its black eyes: it was a raven.

You stood there a second too long, watching the raven, wondering how your life had become an old horror movie.

What did the raven mean?

Primal awareness invaded your senses, taking your mind back to the present and screaming at you to pay attention. The forest had turned quiet, serene. Too quiet.

At first, you felt it rather than hear or see it. A change in the atmosphere, a suffocating presence drowning you. It was like feeling the hot breath of the big bad wolf, dampening your nape. And that's how you know: the bat had arrived. The stars had lied, the moon had won.

You instinctively rolled and took cover behind the raven tree. Pressing your back to the hard bark you tried to conceal your frame, making your best impression of the rocks that littered the wood's path. Your breath was knocked off your chest as the soft scraping of his footsteps was now noticeable, passing the place where you guessed you had been just a mere seconds ago. Luckily, the rustling of leaves faded, carrying on and away from your hiding spot. You hadn't dared to look, focusing on your feet and wishing to become invisible.

You waited a few breaths before you slowly ducked your head from your hiding spot and sprinted, taking the opposite path of his vanishing steps.

Adrenaline fuelled your movements as you tried to find the buzzing sound of running water you had been following.

You were taking a swift turn upon a fallen tree only to be cut out short because standing a few feet away in a semicircle where the foliage was less dense, was a cloaked figure, waiting for you. The large shadow was night incarnated as if the dark sky had given birth. A child of darkness that had come to hunt you.

Fear rattled your bones as you beheld the outline of his imposing armour, the same image that had stuck in your head, appearing in petrifying nightmares since that very first time in the cave. The worst part was his mask, where the two seemingly black orbs were, an endless pit of terrors for Gotham's thugs.

The air around charged, your entire body was seized by silent dread, incapable of moving.

He was the one who snapped first by striding forward and removing his mask forcefully, letting it fall to the ground.

A ray of moonlight lightened his face then, his chiselled factions forming hard lines, accentuated by the clenching of his jaw and his chocolate hair brushed back.

The face staring in your bad dreams, the bringer of misery and bliss.

His dark alluring eyes instantly locked with yours and narrowed.

"You don't look surprised" he observed. If you didn't know better you would have said there was disappointment in his voice.

He is just a man

The mantra was chanted inside your head, as you squared your shoulders and rightened your stance.

"I found the cave" your voice sounded agitated, still struggling to center your feet and stand your ground.

His brows knitted in a frown and his lips thinned, something like wonder flashing through his features.

"And yet, you decided to run"

He released an irritated sigh and you knew what's to expect, the insufferable preaching that would be delivered next:

" Where were you running to? Where? There's no place in this world for you to hide. Anywhere you have chosen I would have found you and brought you back. When are you going to learn? Nothing and onone can keep me from you "

Your snort interrupted his speech.

"Are you done?" your chin lifted, unrelentingly staring at him as you continued "Stop pretending. Don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about. You wanted this." your arms punctuated, outstretched hands signalling the space around.

"All I want is for you to understan-"

You shook your head, swallowing the already forming impotence and rage.

"Don't you dare to-" you paused, having to swallow again the knot in your throat to regain your voice " You've planned this. You wanted me to escape just so you could catch me like a common thief. I know I wouldn't get here if you didn't want it. You're even wearing the suit." by now you could feel the wet trail of tears on your cheeks "So don't pretend. Stop toying with me, Bruce. This is just an excuse so you could fuck me in your sick costume"

For a moment Bruce Wayne is rendered speechless. Then a satisfied grin spread his lips, he could only feel more interested in you. His clever girl had caught him once again.

"You have no idea how much I love that fiery mouth of yours"

More shadows wrapped your frame as he took long purposeful steps, his figure looming over yours and stealing the soft moonlight away.

"I planned to show you that you are mine, I admit that. But to be entirely honest with you my love, I hadn't planned on enjoying it this much." His tone was huskier, his current grin turning dark and fuck you knew that look. His pupils dilated and burnt in sinister flames, the look of the predator beneath the man.

"You haven't been yourself lately, a good girl yes, but still… I wondered where all that fierceness had gone. I missed you"

When he came unbearably closer, you slid sideways out of his reach, your lips parted in warning:

"Get away from me"

He ceased his hunting steps and lifted both of his gloved hands as if he was trying to appease an injured animal.

"But how can I?"

You sprinted backwards, blindly taking a path. Or so you tried. You would never be a match to his speed and inhuman prowess. You took the first step and then failed the next, your feet losing earth contact as your entire body was lifted, two strong arms enveloping your frame from behind and hauling you against a firm chest like you weighed nothing. A gasp fled your mouth while words were groaned at your nape "Honey, I can't even breathe without you."

In the blink of an eye, your body was turned around in a dizzying spin and you were facing him again, pinned against the nearest tree.

Instinctively, your hands jabbed his chest armour, the muscle carving was hard as steel and a loyal portrayal of what lay underneath, so it obviously didn't budge a single inch.

"Stop that, you're gonna hurt yourself" he scolded, waving your fists away like flies as they continued to punch his torso.

Swifter than lighting, he held both of your wrists in one hand and fixed them above your head with something that pierced the wood behind you and squeezed your limbs like a boa.

A wave of helplessness crashed over, the reality of the situation sinking in.

You didn't have the stomach to look at him. Defeated, you faced the sky instead, asking the stars, the moon and the universe beyond what you had done to deserve this curse.

Bruce cut your silent questions by grasping your jaw and tilting your chin up, his calloused thumb caressing your skin until it reached your plush lower lip and pulled it down. His eyes searched for yours, observing your bright beauty bathed in darkness.

"Clever girl.."

Your heart skipped a beat and you wriggled nervously beneath him, his praise stirred something devious in your belly. Something you will not give to willingly.

"Don't call me that goddammit" you fumed, eyes still trying to avoid him but he forced a knee between your legs and pressed himself against you, towering over you and invading your entire field of vision until he was all you could see, there was no escaping.

"Why? because you like it? You think I can't see you twitching, hear your heart racing, your breath getting shallower?" he leaned forward, eyes sparkling with corrupted intentions as he teased "You can't lie to me, love . And don't worry, I will give you all the pretty names you wished you despised"

" I promise you , I will never stop fighting" you spat, his nose almost touching yours making you sag against the scraping wood's tree.

"I missed you so much" He smiled at your threat before diving right in, pressing his mouth against yours. His hands cupped your face and his knee came up, creating friction between your legs, parting your lips in an incoherent sound and granting his wicked tongue access. Despite the palpable eagerness of his kisses, his tongue massaged yours lovingly spreading warm all over your neck and cheeks.

Bruce was always so intensely consuming, he tried to imprint everything he felt in every single caress, all wanting, tormented and enamoured touches. He wanted to escape the part of his twisted morals that still managed to appear every time he was with you. So he pressed harder, he gripped tighter, he licked, sucked and felt deeper. Crashing the troubling thoughts underneath the unyielding desire.

"I hate you" you breathed out when he parted, his lips mere centimetres away. "No, you don't. You want to, though. You try so hard sweetheart." his gobbled hand grazed the side of your neck down to your shoulder and arm, waking up treacherous goosebumps and tremors, your body betraying you beneath his fingers. A dark chuckle proved his case as he lowered his head next to your ear, a welcomed relief from his imposing stare as warmth covered your skin and chest mortifyingly.

"You want to hate what I make you feel" he murmured as his touch travelled south, across your neck, chest and lower belly, finally connecting with the laced front of your panties and running his fingertips through the fabric, his touch delicate as if he was stroking the wings of a butterfly. Your breath hitched and your thighs clenched as you felt his lips placing a rewarding kiss on your neck.

"Now is your turn to stop pretending y/n" he said before he dipped his fingers inside your flimsy panties, a finger sliding down your slit trespassing the thin barrier of flesh, finding you wet and ready to reap. Cursing under his breath, he started trailing kisses along your jaw and neck, nipping at any patch of skin he found.

"My clever girl. Only mine" he murmured between kisses as if he wanted to carve the words on your flesh.

His hands roamed your body, gripping and fondling ecstatically. This time you didn't resist. There was a reverence in his sinful words and demonstrations, a profound adoration that was so urgent and needy, it was sucking all of your strength away, rendering you weak and pliant, completely drunk under such devoted and obsessive veneration.

One of his large gloved hands crept up and wrapped over both of your tied hands, lacing his fingers with yours while his other hand kept brushing his covered digits through your sex slowly and vehemently, the rougher texture of the rubber lighting every nerve aflame. Then, he sank his fingers inside you only to retire them shortly after, spreading the wetness around, and focusing on rubbing your bud in religious sweet circles as your hips stirred awake, meeting his movements on their own accord.

Shallow breaths and sighs escaped your parted lips as your heart pounded frantically. Your back arched and your world turned dark as your eyes slammed shut, the rejection from your mind losing the battle against the burning flames of desire cutting through your body.

You were so immersed in what he was doing to you and what he would do next that you failed to notice the sudden flash of movement that bared you to the chilly night air. In a clean-cut, he had split the expensive satin gown in two, using the hidden blades in his wrists braces. Some scraps of fabric cascaded down your shoulders, others watered the earth.

"I'll buy you another, you look so good in them..but so much better like this"

His gaze moved from your exposed feverish skin to your half-mast eyes, absorbing your overwhelmed state. When his eyes connected with yours he must have seen how close you were to the edge of the abyss, that all that he needed to do was give you a little push. So he cupped one of your wet cheeks and prepared to strike.

"Pretty girl, I hope you learned your lesson. You should know by now there's no getting away. Not now, not never" he shortened the distance between your faces, nuzzling your nose with his as another gasp left your mouth when you felt the cold hardness of the kevlar covering his chest rubbing against your bare breasts.

" We can play all you want my sweet, but it's always going to end the same-" holding your hips tightly he hiked both of your legs, securing them around his waist - "- with me buried between this pretty legs while I make you cry out my name and forget yours"

"Please Bruce- "

Your complaint was silenced by his mouth devouring yours, a guttural sound reverberating inside his chest.

The night went darker as the course bark pressed into the naked skin of your back. But the roughness was mismatched by the way he held you close, pillowing your head with his large hand, carefully manhandling you to not hit the hardness of the tree while you arched in silent surrendering screams.

Sweet nothings were whispered, his lips spreading venom as he mapped your skin and you continued to drink the malevolent potion of his love. He poisoned your heart, mind and soul until you murmured, mewled and shouted his name at the voiceless moon, stars and woods ever the untelling witnesses.

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#aaaah #when i tell you i gasped #so gooood #im crying #this is the best smut i’ve even read #bale batman>>>#we need more bale!bruce wayne fics #i love your writing #dark!fic

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d3monslust · 3 years ago

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u back ?

i think so

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I, uh, yeah. I have a type.

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐒𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧

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𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 — DARK THEMES, ELEMENTS & CONTENT. Such as; manipulation, blackmail, non-con, dub-con, violence, kidnapping, etc.

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: All my main characters are of legal age and their descriptions are vague to be inclusive to all! - unless specified.

˗ˏˋ𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭ˎˊ˗— @onsunnyside-fics — 𝐀𝐎𝟑

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✧࿐ When the innocent lamb is lost and alone, beasts are bound to come—only in your case, they’re disguised as virtuous, charming shepherds. [soft!dark Steve Rogers x reader, soft!dark Ransom Drysdale x reader (past, unofficial)]

𝐖𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐃𝐫𝐢𝐩 𝐌𝐲 𝐖𝐚𝐲?; one shot

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d3monslust · 3 years ago

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Like Nicotine

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You and Bucky broke up but he keeps on crawling back to you.

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: TW! Toxic relationship, implied smut nothing too graphic, cheating, angsty angst

A/N: Like I said, I needed to write something based on this song when I first heard it 😂 Writer zoomies is real y’all, I literally whipped out like idk 4 fics this week??? Anywaaay PLEASE listen to the song or at least search up the lyrics for the context 😌

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You watched Bucky parade his new girl the same way he did to you a few years ago. A bitter chuckle escaped from your lips as you observed him and the way he treated her, so sweet and gentle. He only had eyes for her, she probably thinks she hit the jackpot with how Bucky was gazing at her lovingly.

Pathetic. If she only knew that Bucky gazed at you the same way last night.

Your eyes followed them as they walked around the party, with Bucky keeping a protective hand on the small of her back. And then you looked at her, how she moved and acted.

And the comparison began.

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d3monslust · 3 years ago

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back ig ???

#i’m back #how is everyone #completely #changed #spot the difference #i have no life #don’t know what i’m doing

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Andy Barber vs. Steve Rogers

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Doctor Strange (2016) Dir. Scott Derrickson

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❝𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬❞ 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫

summary: out of nowhere you found yourself submitting to the devil of the new york city. you knew nobody could say no to him.

warnings: swearing, minor alcohol consumption, thor x reader [platonic], lying, manipulation, various use of petnames (main focus is flower), age gap (reader in mid-twenties bucky in late thirties), mob!bucky, ceo!thor mention of a gun, knife kink, praise kink, size kink, sir kink, unprotected sex, oral, fingering, minors dni || 18+

a/n: this is my entry for @ambrosiase‘s hotel indigo challenge, my choices were room : darkest desires with room service: mobster. i hope you like it, i’m very fond of it actually may even write a sequel. please provide feedbacks, they are always appreciated 🖤

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I’m crying , this was ineffably good — pure gold . Thank you 😋

please don’t take him (even though you can).

summary. | She can have anyone she wants, but you can never love again. Not without him.

warnings. | Major angst, cheating, nightmare mentions, anxiety, yearning, nail-biting, insecurities, mental heath issues, mentions of violence, abandonment, implied smut, talk of death, grief, some religion stuff (not major), loneliness, mentions of torture, PTSD, split personality disorder i think, this is really angsty and possibly triggering so please be aware of the warnings! 18+

word count. | 12k.

pairings. | Bucky Barnes x Reader, Winter Soldier x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Natasha Romanoff.

a/n. | THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR 6K!!! i love each and everyone so much like serious i will kiss you all!! happy valentine’s day as well!! based off of jolene by dolly parton and love by daughter. thank you to my love @mypoisonedvine for beta-ing and listening to me talk about this fic every now and then! ilysm! this fic is very near and dear to me, so please reblog it 🥺

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𝐵𝑅𝐸𝐴𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝑀𝐴𝑆𝑇𝐸𝑅𝐿𝐼𝑆𝑇

𝘿𝘼𝙍𝙆!𝘽𝙐𝘾𝙆𝙔 𝘽𝘼𝙍𝙉𝙀𝙎 𝙭 𝙍𝙀𝘼𝘿𝙀𝙍 | 𝙈𝙊𝘽!𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙑𝙀 𝙍𝙊𝙂𝙀𝙍𝙎 𝙓 𝙍𝙀𝘼𝘿𝙀𝙍

𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗬: Your life is as good as it gets. The perfect husband, the perfect daughter, the perfect job. But what you are unaware is that your husband is a deadly assassin and your long-lost friend, now a fearsome mob boss is hell bent on getting you back. But what you don’t know can't hurt you, right?

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦: psychological disorder, PTSD, domestic abuse, yandere, obsession, violence, cursing. If you find any of this triggering please DNI. Also inform me if I left something out.

𝙿𝙰𝚁𝚃 𝙾𝙽𝙴

𝙿𝙰𝚁𝚃 𝚃𝚆𝙾

𝙿𝙰𝚁𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝚁𝙴𝙴

𝙿𝙰𝚁𝚃 𝙵𝙾𝚄𝚁

𝙿𝙰𝚁𝚃 𝙵𝙸𝚅𝙴

𝙿𝙰𝚁𝚃 𝚂𝙸𝚇

𝙿𝙰𝚁𝚃 𝚂𝙴𝚅𝙴𝙽

𝙿𝙰𝚁𝚃 𝙴𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃

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𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝑇𝑅𝑈𝑇𝐻 𝐵𝐸𝐻𝐼𝑁𝐷 𝑂𝑈𝑅 𝐿𝐼𝐸𝑆 𝑀𝐴𝑆𝑇𝐸𝑅𝐿𝐼𝑆𝑇

𝘿𝘼𝙍𝙆!𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙑𝙀 𝙍𝙊𝙂𝙀𝙍𝙎 𝙭 𝙍𝙀𝘼𝘿𝙀𝙍 | 𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙋𝙃𝙀𝙉 𝙎𝙏𝙍𝘼𝙉𝙂𝙀 𝙭 𝙍𝙀𝘼𝘿𝙀𝙍 (𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙘)

𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗬: Your boring life is suddenly not so boring when you meet two dashing men. But are you prepared for what comes along with it?

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦: SMUT [ unprotected sex, consensual sex, rough sex ], yandere, obsession, violence, cursing, manipulation. If you find any of this triggering, please DNI. 𝙈𝙄𝙉𝙊𝙍𝙎 𝙋𝙇𝙀𝘼𝙎𝙀 𝘿𝙉𝙄! 🔞

There are going to be more warnings as the story proceeds. Also inform me if I left something out.

This story is going to be DARK! I'm not writing all the warnings as it might kill the essence of the story. So please be a sensible consumer and read only if you are comfortable with dark content.

𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗧 𝗢𝗡𝗘

𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗧 𝗧𝗪𝗢

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They’re not the same Stephen

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Hi!! I love your Stucky forced regression fanfics...you keep mentioning Buckys sadistic punishments, but you never say what they are...I was wondering if we could get some details??? (If you’re not okay with that, I totally understand)

Thank you for the request, I was hoping for something like this to pop up 😈

||| warning: dark!bucky, dark!Stucky, 18+, NSFW, forced age regression, kidnapping, torture, degradation, mentions of sex, pain(lots of it), mentions of scars on body, mentions of knife-kink, face-slapping, mentions of killing, manipulation, use of adult toys, delusional/naive reader, dark punishments(if they trigger you, don't read)

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Dark!Bucky/Stucky x little!reader

The punishments.

♡Bucky is far from being kind whenever it comes to punishments. However, it depends on what you're being punished for.

♡There's soft. Whenever you get soft punishments it usually includes spanking, taking toys away, screen time, corner time, early bedtime etc. This punishment could be given by both of your daddies. The problem with this punishment is that you can still be a bit bratty and act big, which means you still talk like "a big girl"(according to Steve). You need to avoid speaking intellectually and start getting into the headspace they want you to (and you sort of enjoy that feeling...).

“Oh no,” Steve gasped once he entered your playroom, he had to take a phone call and left you alone for a while. What he saw was toys everywhere, glitter on the carpet along with some spilled juice on from your sippy, which he forgot to fasten before leaving. All of this happened in only a few minutes.

You sat there on the floor with an empty plastic cup where the glitter used to be. Your eyes widened and your bottom lip began to wobble.

“Dada...”

He sighed and moved closer to you, making you whimper. He kneeled down and grabbed the cup from your hands.

“Hands and knees, sweetheart. Don't make me say it twice.” He rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, trying to ignore the mess around for a while.

You whined and got into position, arms trembling a bit.

“I want you to count them, don't miss a single one.” Steve pulled your tutu-skirt down along with the leggings and swatted your bum.

“O-One...” You whimper. Once it got to three, your arms gave up and your head rested on the floor, ass high up in the air.

“Ten!” You cried, Steve caressed your burning bum and shushed you softly.

“Good job taking your punishment.” He praised you. Bucky doesn't do that, but he does hug you instead. Steve liked to comment on everything you did.

“Dada,” You slurred, tears finally running down your cheeks. “ ʼm bad girl...”

“Oh baby, you're not bad girl. It was also dada's fault for leaving you alone, you're just a baby. Babies don't know anything, they only know how to listen to their caregivers.” He held you, rocked you slightly from side to side.

He's right. You don't know anything, because you're just a baby. You need your daddies, how else are you supposed to live? Without them, you'd be all alone. You've forgotten how to survive in a world without them.

“Wanna help Dada clean?”

You nodded feverishly, kissing his cheek.

Steve smiled and kissed you back.

“My little baby.”

♡Then there's medium. This includes a bit more physical punishments. Like slaps, spankings with belts(or flogger), edging(or not giving you any pleasure at all), get you into positions that'll make your body sore, tie you up and leave you with a vibe etc. Steve isn't opposed to this sort of punishment, but he likes for Bucky to handle it whilst he sits and watches.

You gasped at the sharp smack across your cheek, the burning sensation came later on.

“What do you think you're doing!?” Bucky yelled. He caught you touching yourself underneath the pink duvet, it was naptime and you simply couldn't sleep.

You whimpered, sobs already making their way out of your mouth.

“I'm hearing a lot of noises, what's going on?” Steve entered your bedroom, seeing you crying in bed. “Sweetness, what's wrong?”

“Dada...” You made grabby hands toward him, hoping that he'll protect you but Bucky was one step ahead.

“Don't 'sweetness' this slut, I walked in on her playing with herself.” Bucky scoffed, crossing his arms.

Steve stayed quiet for a second, his pretty blue eyes turned dark in an instant and a frown was set upon his face. “Is that true?”

There was no way you could lie, because if you did then Bucky will give you a far worse punishment.

You nodded, crying into your sleeves.

“Yes, Da-dada....” You hiccuped, hiding your face behind your hands. “I'm sowwy.”

Steve sighed and looked at Bucky, nodding his head.

“Get up.” The brown-haired man ordered.

You got up shaking, swallowing the lump in your throat.

“Ah, ah, ah, crawl. Babies don't stand up, do they?” Steve said and you immediately got on your knees and hands.

“I'll tell you how it's going to be,” Bucky got on one knee and stared into your orbs. He grabbed your cheeks in one hand. “You will crawl to the bedroom, get into position and if as much as one complaint comes outta your mouth, I'll make sure you'll shut up for weeks. Understood?”

You didn't understand what he meant by that, but nonetheless, you nodded and began to crawl.

Steve said nothing, only stared at your trembling body making way to the bedroom.

You were for sure going to be up until morning.

♡Hard. This is all for Bucky, and Steve avoids this kind of punishment. Mental and physical, you name it, he'll push past your limits and won't stop even if you beg him to. There would be no way out of this, you just have to wait until he's done.

“Please...” You moaned, both the plug and vibrator inside your holes got turned to the limit. He just poured a large bucket of ice-cold water over your naked body, the freezing sensation felt like knives being cut on your scarred skin.

You were tied to the bed, legs strapped to the ends of the disgusting, horrible bed, wrists above your head, and strapped together to the headboard. Bucky knocked you out and took you to another abandoned place where he likes to torture you. You could've been here for hours, but it felt like days.

“You think I'm done?” He slapped you across your face with his metal hand. “You'll get a lot fucking more for trying to escape.”

“I'm sorry, please. Daddy, I'm sowwy.” You whined, hoping that he'll see the 'little girl' he desired.

“Please,” He mocked you. “Don't you understand what a perfect life we're giving you? You're living the dream of doing nothing. People would die to be in your place.”

No, they wouldn't.

“I do, daddy. I understand, daddies wanna take care of me.” You pleaded, but he muffles your voice by strapping a gag-ball around your head.

“Shut the fuck up, you've been begging all day, it's annoying.” He growled, tugging at the ropes around your wrists. The stinging and burning hurt so bad. You couldn't help but to release a cry of pain, despite your exhaustion. The vibrations stopped and you could finally take a deep breath from your nose.

“Look at you...” He pulled out a shiny knife and dragged it up from your tummy and the middle of your chest until the tip reached your throat. “So pretty, it would be a shame to kill you...”

He hovered over you, thick thighs on either side of your torso. With his metal hand wrapped around your throat, it was little to no doubt that you'll faint.

“Dumb baby, you know better than to run away,” He spat on you. “To think that I would let you go to the park.”

You choked on your spit, tears falling but it didn't matter anymore how much you cry.

“Are you going to start behaving?” He questioned, licking his dry lips.

You nodded weakly, and his hand was removed from your throat. The vibrations began again, but the hum felt like nothing anymore.

“Good,” Bucky praised for the first time in what you thought was days. When he praised you like this, it usually meant that he'll let you go soon, but you shouldn't get your hopes up. “You'll listen to us, won't you?”

You nodded again, the headache got worse but you needed to answer him.

He removed the gag-ball, throwing it on the floor, and held your cheeks with his metal hand as he leaned close to your face. Your eyes were half-lidded, staring up at the blurred man in front of you.

“What are you?” His voice was husky, low, and dark.

“A dumb baby...” You mumbled.

“Do dumb babies have a brain?”

You shook your head no, which received you a slap.

“No...daddy.”

“That's right, dumb babies like you can't be all alone. They need a daddy or mommy to take care of them,” He leaned back to sit on your torso, his weight digging into your bones. “Luckily you got two daddies, and you're still ungrateful.”

This time you actually felt guilty. Bucky's right, you have no one. You need them, how could you be so selfish.

You sobbed, tears fell to your mouth.

“Daddy, I'm sorry, ʼm so sorry.”

This time he believed you.

Bucky grinned and caressed your cheek.

“Shh, doll. Daddy's here now. Don't worry, we'll be with you, forever.”

You let out a breathless smile, nodding your head.

This is what happiness felt like.

||| date: 9/12-2020

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d3monslust · 3 years ago

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The Thing About Trust

pairing: mob!steve rogers x girlfriend!reader

summary: an anonymous email was sent, loyalties were questioned, and unforgivable actions were made. unfortunately, by the time the truth is uncovered, it’s already too late.

word count: 6.1k

warnings: ANGST, steve is completely ooc, ‘betrayal’, yelling, slight domestic violence, slapping, excessive drug use & alcohol consumption, heartbreak, no happy endings

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prompt: character a and character b have a nasty misunderstanding that could be solved with a conversation

quote: “I wish I could. But, I don’t want to.” - Phoebe Buffay, Friends

Steve stared at his computer screen, his body filled with a combination of disbelief, fear, and anger. The scotch filled glass that was clutched in his grasp was threatening to shatter under the sheer force of his hold.

For the past few months, 5 of his undercover business fronts were raided. All of them being discovered by the police right when a new shipment of product was brought in, almost as if they knew all about it.

He suspected that there was a mole, there was no other way that the feds could’ve known about the interchanging schedules, unless someone from within was feeding it to them.

It was a notion that he never thought would come up. Being the leader of the Rogers Crime Family, everyone knew not the mess with him. He oozed power and danger was evident in his gaze in any off chance you were met with it. So it was tough to think someone on his trusted team could have betrayed him.

The only person that he could trust without a shadow of a doubt was his right hand man, Bucky. Their long lasting friendship going all the way back to when they were kids. They’ve been through thick and thin together, so it was only obvious that he shared his suspicions with the man.

Steve asked him to check on all the guys on his crew, and make sure that no one was compromised, but his efforts came back fruitless. Everybody on his team appeared to be clean and not conspiring with the feds.

He was about to give up hope when he got an anonymous email that morning. The letter, with a simple heading stating ‘Figure Out Your Mole Yet?’, broke his heart upon opening it.

In the attachment was a photo of you, standing under a bridge in Central Park, a not-so-disguised undercover police detective right in front of you, with an outstretched hand.

He didn’t want to believe that you were the culprit, the one who was dismantling his business from within. Yet, he was riddled with so much frustration that he didn’t bear in mind to just outright ask you about the meaning behind the image.

You two had been dating for 3 years. It was by fortunate chance that he bumped into you one afternoon, spilling your iced coffee across the entirety of your blouse. He was about to mutter a quick apology and go about his business when he locked eyes with you, the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. It didn’t take much for him to convince you to go on a date with him, in an effort to make up for staining your shirt.

Only after that single dinner did he know that you were the one for him. He invited you into his home and showed you the ways of his business. So it was an understandable assumption that you might be behind it all.

The blonde showed it to Bucky, and watched his eyes bulge out at the revelation, just like his own did.

“No, this can’t be,” he said incredulously. Bucky thought the world of you, you were like a little sister to him. The thought of you betraying the ones who loved you the most had him feeling heartbroken.

Steve shook his head in disbelief, “Buck, she’s the only other person who’s been in the room for these meetings. She knows the ins and outs of the business. And besides, you checked everyone else and they were clean, unless it’s you I need to look into.”

The brunette playfully smacked his shoulder, “Yeah real funny. You and I both know the shit that I’ve done. No way in hell I’d be anywhere near the cops.”

The pair both sat there, pondering over how to go about their newfound knowledge and their next course of action.

An idea came into Bucky’s mind, “I don’t want to- cause I still want to think she’s innocent in all of this, but we can set up a trap. If the place doesn’t get raided, then we know whoever sent that in is just trying to fuck with you. But if it does…” His voice trailed off at the disappointing thought of your possible betrayal.

Steve pondered over the plan for a minute, then slowly nodded.

“Fine, set it up.”

.·:*¨ ☼ ⭒ ☽ ⊹ ☾ ⭒ ☼ ¨*:·.

The atmosphere in the meeting room was incredibly tense that afternoon, the sound of the grandfather clock ticking with every passing second. The usual occupants of his weekly gathering consisted of Sam, Clint, Lemar, John, and of course Bucky. The only other regular that they were waiting on was you.

Steve’s leg bounced due to impatience. It wasn’t rare that you would show up a few minutes late, claiming that you were busy finishing up a tv episode or trying out a new recipe in the kitchen or some other excuse. But with the speculation regarding your loyalty, all he could think about is that you were secretly figuring out a plan to knock down more pegs in his empire.

The mahogany doors flew open as you waltz in without a care in the world, “Sorry baby, nail appointment ran late.”

He watched with narrowed eyes as you made your way around the large oak desk and all of its inhabitants to stand beside him.

You leaned down in hopes of a kiss but was instead met with a hostile gaze from your boyfriend, the intensity had you faltering and taking a step back. “Baby, what’s wrong?” you questioned, your voice full of concern, “Is everything alright?”

Steve surveyed your face in search of any sign of treachery, a slight glimmer of deceit, but couldn’t find any.

“Yeah, (Y/N), everything’s fine. Why don’t you take a seat, we’re just about to start.”

His rigid tone and questioning eyes had you feeling anxious. And the fact that he didn’t address you with one of the multitude of pet names he assigned you didn’t make you feel any better. So you cautiously sat down in the chair beside him.

You took notice of the change of his behavior over the past few days. Everything seemed normal one morning, then when he came to bed his responses to you were short, apprehensive even. Sort of like he was biting his tongue around you.

The usual early mornings that were filled with slow love making and soft conversations were replaced with you waking up by your lonesome to a cold and empty bed.

Whenever you tried to talk to him, Bucky would continuously inform you that he was busy and to try later.

There was even a change with your mutual best friend. The brunette who would always crack jokes with you began to ignore your playful banter. His usual caring looks turned into piercing stares, as if you had suddenly become the enemy.

You tried to go over in your mind what could’ve caused this shift. You knew that there had been some busts in a few of his businesses, the police closing in on his activities. But you didn’t think he would ever take his anger and frustrations out on you.

Deciding to focus on the events at hand, you tuned back in to the scheduled meeting.

“Alright, so there’s going to be a new shipment coming in,” Steve explained, “I know we only coordinate on Thursdays, but it’s a heavy load. And with the feds on my ass we need to replace the seized merchandise. So Sunday, at noon. Over at Parker Shipping Port. Any questions?”

Though he was asking the group, his main focus was on you. He took note of your rigid behavior, and how you didn’t bother looking him in the eyes. All telltale behaviors of a guilty person, the thought made him dejected. Steve looked over at his best friend, the pair sharing the same incredulous look.

With no one bothering to interject his plan, the gentlemen all nodded in agreement before heading out of the meeting room.

You stayed glued to your seat as you watched Sam, Clint, John and Lemar walk out, leaving only you, your boyfriend and best friend alone.

Observing Steve glide over to his desk, without directing any attention towards you, you spoke up before he had the chance to take a seat. “Did I do something wrong?”

The question made the pair freeze. It’s not like you did anything wrong, it’s just that they didn’t have any proof of any foul play. So they treated you as if you were guilty, until they could prove otherwise.

“Nothing sweetheart,” Steve vacillated, “Is there something that’s supposed to be?”

His question made you scoff and push away from the table, “I don’t know Steve, you tell me! You’ve been ignoring me for the past few days, as have you Bucky! Can one of you please just tell me what the hell is going on?”

The two men both exchanged another glance before redirecting their gaze to you.

Steve never liked seeing you upset, though he did enjoy the way your lips would jut out in an adorable pout. But at this moment, all he could wonder was whether it was all an act. Whether you truly loved him or was he just a pawn in yours and the polices’ game.

But he couldn’t let you think he might be on to you, so he donned a strained smile and reached out to you with an outstretched hand.

Begrudgingly, you made your way towards him and went to sit on his lap, a normal occurrence for you both. You wrapped your arms around him and placed your face in the crook of his neck. The smell of his cedarwood cologne had you unconsciously taking in a deep inhale, the aroma instantly calming your nerves.

Steve rubbed your back and was thankful that you weren’t able to see his saddened face. “Just got a lot on my plate lately with these police raids, sweetheart. It’s gonna get sorted out soon. Everything will be alright and we’ll find out the truth. Just you wait.”

.·:*¨ ☼ ⭒ ☽ ⊹ ☾ ⭒ ☼ ¨*:·.

Sunday morning inevitably came and both Steve and Bucky were nervous to say the least. The amount of tension in the air made you desperate for an escape so you informed them that you were going to see a friend for a little bit.

Getting dressed and grabbing your belongings, you were making your way out the door when you felt the fierce stare from two pairs of eyes on your back.

“Jesus guys, I’m just going to Leah’s house, relax. I'll be alright.”

Though your statement only made them the exact opposite. The thought of you meeting up with detectives filled their minds as they watched you leave the New York City townhouse.

Bucky patted the blonde on his shoulder, “C’mon, it’s almost 12. Let’s wait and see that whoever sent that email was wrong about her.”

The two ventured into the living room; Steve turned on the local news channel while Bucky fetched a few well-needed beers.

They both sat there for over an hour, mindlessly watching the tv and when a breaking coverage report flashed on the screen.

“Breaking news, the NYPD attempted a drug bust seizure this afternoon at Parker Shipping Port in Queens, but were unsuccessful. The apparent business was allegedly belonging to infamous crime boss, Steven ‘The Captain’ Rogers…”

The rest of the broadcast was tuned out by the blonde. He sat there staring at the reported images while his eyesight filled with rage-induced tears.

How could you betray him like that? How could he have been so stupid to think a woman like you actually wanted to be with him? How could he let himself be fooled so easily?

The bottle that was gripped like a vice in his hand was suddenly thrown against the flatscreen. The action caused the tv display to crack and the graphics to glitch.

“You can’t be fucking serious!” Steve yelled as he stood up, the booming sound of his voice almost made the brunette flinch. “She lied to me, she lied to us! I trusted her- I loved her.”

Bucky got up and reached out to hold the unfolding mess of a man. ��Me too bud. Me too.”

Steve Rogers, the most ruthless and intimidating man in all of New York, was reduced to a puddle of tears. He cried in the arms of his best friend as his mind wandered to you. How he met you that sunny afternoon. The way he fell head over heels for you in such a short amount of time. And how he was planning to propose with the family heirloom engagement ring he had stowed away in his office safe, before the truth of your lies and deceit came out.

.·:*¨ ☼ ⭒ ☽ ⊹ ☾ ⭒ ☼ ¨*:·.

It was around 4 in the afternoon when you arrived back home with a skip in your step after a much needed day spent with your best friend.

Upon entering, you went out in search of your boyfriend, desperate for his attention when suddenly Bucky appeared before you.

“Hey Bucky boy, I-”

You were cut short by the disgusted sneer etched on his face. “Boss’s office. Now.”

He didn’t even give you a chance to respond before latching onto your upper arm and dragging you through the halls. His metal arm quickly formed bruises under its harsh grip. The force of his grip caused your bag to drop, spilling its contents across the floor.

“Buck, what the hell is wrong with you?” you cursed out to the man while in an unsuccessful effort to smack his hand away from you.

It didn’t take long before you two reached the doors of Steve’s office, the wood being kicked open by the brunette before you were thrown onto the auburn rug.

The room went silent upon your brashful arrival, all heads turned down to you with evident disgust. Sam, Clint, John and Lemar watching and waiting for the imminent showdown. Quickly rising to your feet, you incredulously stared back and forth at your boyfriend and supposed best friend.

“What the hell is this? Are you not going to say something to him about manhandling me like that?”

Steve erupted in a drunken shout, “Ha! As if I care about what happens to a piece of shit like you.”

His out-of-character response had you completely shocked, “Have you been drinking? What the hell has gotten into you?”

You watched as the blonde got up and staggered towards you, “I- I know everything. I know it was you all along, you slut.”

His hurtful words made you want to scream at him, but you opted to tear up instead.

“Oh you can quit the crybaby act (Y/N). I figured out your schemes, you’re not gonna get away with playing pretend with me anymore.”

You stood there in disbelief, not knowing what you were being blamed for. “Stevie, I don’t- what are you talking about?”

Steve laughed at your continued act. “Wow you’re still doing it, huh? Is that what the cops told you how to play it? I know you were the one who leaked the info to the feds. You were the fucking snitch all along.”

He lurched towards his laptop, moving the cursor around to reveal the opened email with the surveillance picture. Turning the screen around, he showed you his proof. “Care to explain sweetheart?”

Looking at the screen you sighed, “That’s what this is about? Jesus Christ, Steve! I was in the park taking a walk when that cop stopped me. He kept going on and on about having dirt on you and-”

“Stop lying to me!”

Steve’s roaring voice caused fear to flash through your being. “Why won't you listen to me? Why don’t you believe me?” your broken voice spoke barely above a whisper.

“Because I had everyone looked into and they all came back clean. Then I got that fucking email, and it all made sense. The fact that you just so happened to bump into me that day. The way you slithered into my life and latched on like a snake. Tell me, did they ask you fuck me so quickly or were so desperate for attention you decided to whore yourself out?”

The tears that previously threatened to fall were now pouring out of your eyes due to his hurtful words. 3 years of loving him unconditionally and you were now being blamed for treason. The trust you thought he had in you was gone in an instant.

“I didn’t do anything you asshole. I never would’ve betrayed you like that, I love you.”

Your vision was so blurry due to tears that you weren’t able to see the raise of his hand, but you felt the sting of his actions across your cheek.

Your head sharply turned to the side as Steve’s palm connected with your cheek. The sharp metal of his rings clipped your skin, causing a small cut to appear. You stood there, holding the side of your face, as your mind raced around what just happened.

Steve hit you. The person who swore to protect you laid their hands on you, treating you as if you were garbage and not the supposed love of their life. Shock took over your body as you stood there frozen in place.

Steve took your silence as opportunity to lean down next to your ear, “And I was stupid enough to fall for worthless skank like you.”

His words were the final blow that caused you to loudly sob, your body shaking due to your uncontrollable actions.

Steve rolled his eyes before tutting his head in disbelief. He knows he should’ve never hit a woman, but he was so consumed with rage and liquor that all sense of respect flew out the window.

Growing tired of your wails, he gripped onto your arm in the same place that Bucky once held, the space already darkening due to bruises. He dragged your weakening body out the room and towards the front door where he opened it up and threw you down onto the asphalt.

“Tell your cop buddies to come pick up their trash. I don’t need it stinking up my house anymore.”

He sneered down at you one more time before slamming the door, leaving you alone on the sidewalk while pedestrians looked in curiosity.

You slowly began to ascend and wipe up the tears from your warm and stinging face. You never expected for this moment to ever happen to you. In the three years of dating Steve, you always showed him unwavering trust. Going as far as to cut off some family and friends who had anything negative to say about him or his occupation.

But here you were, by your lonesome and treated as if you were gum beneath his shoe by the man you once saw a future with.

With no spare clothes and without the purse you left inside that contained your wallet and phone, you began the grueling trek back to your friend's house, trying to contain the overflow of grief that threatened to bubble over once more.

.·:*¨ ☼ ⭒ ☽ ⊹ ☾ ⭒ ☼ ¨*:·.

The following 6 months were a liquor fueled, drug induced fever dream for the mob boss. Steve consumed his weight in alcohol and snorted anything that he could crush down into a powder.

To say he wasn’t handling your betrayal would be an understatement.

His newly adapted, drug-filled, carefree attitude had slowly caused his business to crumble within itself. He couldn’t attend meetings sober, and if he did make an appearance, it would be in the arms of a female companion, whom would resemble you, that he wouldn’t be able nor care to remember the name of.

Anybody that crossed him got away with it due to him being unable to throw a proper punch or safely fire his gun anymore. He was losing his edge, his notoriety, and everyone in the city knew it. Even the NYPD decided that he wasn’t a threat anymore so they moved onto other syndicates. His crew eventually dwindled down, with only his right hand man remaining by his side.

Bucky tried his best to uplift the blonde's spirits and put him back on the right path to remind him of the legacy he was tarnishing, but to no avail.

It was late in the afternoon when Steve woke up from his high nap. He had to push away the coked out prostitutes on his bed to clamber out and down to the kitchen for a well needed drink.

Upon entering he was met with the narrowed eyes of his best friend, but chose to ignore it as he made his way to the fridge.

“You need help, Steve,” spoke Bucky, his voice laced with obvious frustration, yet a tinge or concern. “Drinking and snorting up isn’t going to make the past go away.”

Steve ignored his friend's comments and drank directly out of the filtered water pitcher, desperate to quench his thirst. The pair stayed in silence until a thunderous knock came from the front door. The sound continued, much to Steve’s dismay.

Bucky was about to attend to the unexpected guest when Steve beat him to it. Walking up to the door and opening it, he was met with the face of someone whom he never expected to see.

“What the fuck do you want Zemo?” the blonde questioned.

“To talk, that is all.”

The short haired man made his way past Steve and into his home, ignoring the glaring stare from Bucky.

He sat on the couch in the foyer, dusting off any pieces of lint that caught onto his coat, and disregarding the questioning looks from the pair.

“Get the fuck out of my house now!”

Their paths had never crossed for years, only once when Helmut took over his family’s syndicate after his father passed away. Though his introduction into the crime world wasn’t taken seriously due to his way of going about business.

Instead of normally handling occurring situations himself, he ordered others to do it for him. His choices made other syndicate families not take him as a significant threat, eventually ostracizing him.

But what no one knew, nor expected, was that he was playing the long game. Doing everything in his power to make sure that in the end, he came out on top.

“I just wanted to see how the ‘King of New York’ was doing without his beloved queen,” quipped the man.

The mention of you filled him with rage and a bit of sadness. He was about to launch at the man, fists curling at his sides, when again there was another knock at the door.

“Oh, those are my associates”, states Zemo.

Opening the door once more, Steve locked eyes with his ex-employees, John and Lemar. He tried to speak, but was flabbergasted at the man's newly appointed workers. The pair moved in, with hands on their holsters, to stand beside Zemo.

“Wow, quick to join the other side I see,” Bucky intimidatingly spoke. His statement made them roll their eyes.

“It’s been months and you two still never figured it out huh?” John barked, a cocky grin plastered on his face.

Steve and Bucky looked at each other incredulously, not knowing what the hell was going on.

“If I may. My plan, it was actually really easy. In order to take you down and claim my rightful spot on top, I needed to ensure your demise. So I had to start from within, with the help of these two of course,” Zemo explained, nodding his head to the two men beside him.

The best friends stood in silence as they listened to Zemos hidden agenda.

“They told me all about your businesses, and I simply passed the info along to the authorities. But unfortunately, it still wasn’t enough. Then I realized, to take down a King, you need to get rid of his Queen first.”

Realization began to set in Steve’s mind. He was a pawn in his game, not yours.

Zemo continued on detailing his plan, “You see, all I had to do was get an officer to intercept (Y/N), get it on camera, anonymously send it to you, and wait for you to complete the rest of my masterpiece.”

The Sokovian dramatically stood up before making his way to stand in front of the blonde. Before he could speak, Steve croaked out a question.

“Why? Why do all of this? Why bring (Y/N) into this?”

“Simple. To see an empire fall. To regain what is rightfully mine."

And with that, Zemo and his hired goons walked out of the Brooklyn man's townhouse and into their awaiting car.

Bucky replaced Zemos spot on the couch and dropped his head into his palms. He was suspicious about the email from the start, and yet he had a sliver of hope that you were innocent in all of this. But when the fake business got raided, he didn’t know what to believe. So he turned to anger, he let it fuel him. He looked at you in disgust and handled you like you were trash. The memory caused guilt to weigh down his heart.

Across from him, the blonde's body began to shake. The combination of grief from finding out the truth as well as the copious amount of drugs that were in his system caused him to momentarily go into shock, dropping down to his knees.

You were right along; you never betrayed him, he was being set up. Steve kept replaying the moment in his head, the scene breaking his heart every time he reimagined your heartbroken eyes, trembling frame and the sounds of your sobs that came out once he put his hands on you.

He unfortunately couldn't escape the phantom feel of his hand colliding with your cheek, the sound of the smack echoing off the walls caused his body to retreat within itself. Steve felt sick to his stomach at the knowledge of what he did to you.

Standing up and racing towards the nearest bathroom, he hurled out the entirety of his stomach into the toilet bowl. The sudden purge of consumed alcohol and drugs couldn't get rid of the sick feeling of sorrow deep within him.

Not having the strength to retreat towards a more comfortable surface, Steve laid down on the cool tile of the bathroom floor. Content moments of the two of you lying in bed, you intimately gazing into his eyes, filled his head and drifted him off to sleep.

.·:*¨ ☼ ⭒ ☽ ⊹ ☾ ⭒ ☼ ¨*:·.

It had been a few months since the revelation of Zemo's plan came to light, and both Steve and Bucky searched day and night for any trace of your current whereabouts.

Though it had been difficult in the beginning for Steve going cold turkey from all his vices, he persevered in his efforts knowing that staying sober would help him in his quest for you.

The search for you had taken a lot longer than expected since he had lost almost all of his connections. Resulting in the blonde to go back to his criminal roots to get the job done.

Within 3 months, he was able to build back up a portion of his notoriety. Though not as high as before, it was enough to bring back the fear into individuals' eyes whenever he stepped into a room.

It was with the help of his old colleague, Natasha, that he was able to track you down. You were staying in Canada, specifically in Montreal, with your best friend Leah.

After profusely thanking the redhead, he and Bucky packed a bag and headed up north to try and beg for your forgiveness.

The entirety of the 6 hour plane ride, Steve internally drafted an apology worthy of your forgiveness and hoped that you would at least give him one more chance.

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Steve stood before the auburn-colored door frame of the house supposedly belonging to you and your best friend. To say he was nervous would be a lie, he was terrified to face you. Scared out of his mind at the fact that you wouldn't take him back or worse- that you had moved on.

He didn’t know how long he and Bucky were standing there, their thoughts riddled with guilt as well as hope.

After a feeble attempt to shake off the nerves that plagued him, Steve reached a hand up and knocked on the door. He could hear the patter of footsteps trailing towards them as the pair waited. Once the door was opened, Steve was first met with a look of surprise, which quickly turned into anger.

“You need to leave right fucking now,” seethed your best friend.

“Just please, let me talk to her.”

Leah guffawed at his ridiculous request and the audacity that radiated from him, “You've got a lotta nerve showing up here after what you did. What, are you here to hit her again? Relive the moment of you throwing her out in the street? It's been a year, let her have peace.”

“We’re here to apologize. Where is-” Bucky pleaded, but was abruptly interrupted.

“It’s a little too late for an apology, asshole. She doesn’t want to see you, so leave!”

The three of you spent the next few minutes bickering at each other; Leah berated them while Steve and Bucky continued to beg. So lost in the argument that your presence wasn’t registered until they heard a sharp gasp.

Turning his head, Steve locked eyes with you for the first time in little over a year. You looked different than when he saw you last. It appeared as if you had lost weight and your eyes seemed dejected, no doubt caused by his actions.

The blonde immediately stepped towards you, trying to reach out to hold you in any way but stopped when you backed away from him. There was an unmistakable flash of fear in your eyes, that singular action made his heart painfully throb in his chest.

“Baby, (Y/N), I’m so sorry for what I did,” Steve pleaded out to you, but you were having none of it.

After being accused of betraying him and being thrown on like trash, you had to make the trek back to your best friend's house on foot. The entirety of the walk was spent with you pondering in disbelief. For 3 entire years you stood besides Steve, didn’t bat an eye when he unveiled to you what he did for a living, never treated him differently, never accused him of being with other women when he stayed out late doing god-knows-what. Yet for him to see a singular photograph and throw away the relationship so quickly, the act broke you.

It took a while for you to regain a sense of hope, for months you stayed in Leah's spare room, wallowing away in the dark. Almost every night, she would come home after work to find you in tears or passed out due to exhaustion. Over time, you lost weight due to barely eating.

After a while, Leah grew frustrated and also angry with how everything had been affecting you, so she suggested a change in scenery. Having the option for relocation for her job, the two of you moved up north to Canada.

It was only two weeks after moving away from New York City that you began to leave the comfort of your room and ventured out. You began to eat more frequently and laugh at cheesy jokes your best friend made, but you still held onto a bit of sadness. The emotion was still evident in your eyes.

You thought moving out of the country would guarantee that your paths would never cross again, but here you were standing on the pavement looking into the eyes of the man you once loved. The man that you thought the world of. The man who promised to always love and care for you, no matter what.

The sound of Steve speaking out to you began to feel muffled, as if you were underwater. Your eyes then met with your former best friend, causing tears to form. Bucky had the same apologetic look on his face as Steve. The both of them were speaking, but you were filled with both fear and anger that you blocked them out.

Ignoring their confessional pleas, you sidestepped the pair and tried to walk inside your home when Steve yelled out loud, stopping your movements.

“You were right!” he proclaimed, not caring about the listening ears of passing pedestrians, “You didn’t betray me, it was a set up the entire time.”

For the next 5 minutes, Steve proceeded to explain to you Zemos plan. How the true informers were actually two of his own men, not you. He carefully explained that he spent the past few months searching for you so that he could reveal to you the truth. But you knew all along that you were never a part of the police’s efforts to bring his empire down, just a pawn. A means to an end.

Once he finished his speech, you simply looked at him with a raised eyebrow. Your body language evident that you did not want to be anywhere near him.

“So what,” you began, “Do you expect something from me or?”

Steve looked back and forth from you to his best pal. “Well, I- I mean I was hoping we could go back to how we were.”

The abrupt laugh that came from you surprised the two despondent men in front of you, even yourself. The audacity of the man to expect for you to just take him back with open arms, forget all of what he did, fueled your laughter.

“Wait, why are you laughing?” he questioned, a little confused at your reaction.

You couldn’t control the hysterics pouring out of you, “Do you really think- expect for me to just run back into your arms? After what you did to me?”

The air was silent after your inquiry, the pair not knowing how to properly respond. Their silence allowed you to be able to regain your composure before standing directly in front of them.

Looking directly into Bucky eyes, “You dragged me through the house like I was a Raggedy Ann doll and threw me to the floor, without a care in the world.”

“And you,” you yelled at Steve, “You, my supposed boyfriend! My personal protector. You could’ve avoided all of this, if you just sat down and talked to me. I could’ve told you what happened at the park, but you let anger cloud your judgment.”

You thought your anger was at a minimum, but then remembering what physical actions he did to you, only amplified them.

“You slapped me! Put a fucking cut on my face, after I tried telling you the truth, yet you wouldn't let me speak or believe me. Then threw me out of the house like waste. And you have the fucking nerve to come here and expect me to take you back, just like that?”

Steve watched as you got close to his face, close enough to where he could smell the scent of your coffee that you must’ve drank earlier in the day. Hope filled him that maybe you would kiss him, but it was shattered when you leaned to the side to speak in his ear.

“You are a disgusting piece of shit and I hope you burn in hell.”

Saying your piece, you turned around and tried to head inside when Steve caught your arm. His grip wasn’t rough, but more desperate. “Please (Y/N), just give me one more chance. I promise I will do everything in my power to make it up to you.”

You looked into his blue eyes. His orbs were one of a truly sorry man, but in that moment, going over everything you went through in your mind, you couldn’t seem to care.

“I wish I could. But, I don’t want to.”

And with that you entered the foyer of your home before turning to face the former love of your life for the final time, “Never come back here again. I’ve moved on, it’s time that you do the same.”

Steve and Bucky watched as you shut the door on their faces and expelled them out of your life. The pair stood there for a while, absorbing your words before the brunette clapped the other on the back, snapping him out of his thoughts.

The blonde continued his efforts for the next week. Visiting your home with fresh flowers, hot coffee, those ridiculous caramel filled chocolates you used to always crave so badly.

He was a desperate man, yearning for his love in hopes that he could regain you back into his life.

But his efforts were cut short when two Mounties arrived, informing him that there was a call for trespassing and stalking. Ultimately ordering him to leave, the act signaling that he had lost you and there were no second chances in his horizon.

Bucky had to pull the man away, informing him it was for the best that he leave you alone for good. Steve didn’t fight him on it as they got into their rented vehicle and made the trip back to the airport.

After boarding their flight home, they both sat in their respective seats in silence. Bucky sat there as he mourned the loss of a friend. You were always there for him; an ear to vent to and a shoulder to secretly cry on.

As for Steve, he turned to face the window and watched the city fade away and the plane ascending to cruising altitude.

You were the love of his life, the woman he planned on marrying. And he threw it all away because he didn’t talk to you, ask for the truth, he just assumed. He knew it was a long shot when requesting for you to take him back, but he had to at least try.

For the remainder of the flight, he thought about your smile, the way you would say his name all sweetly, and how he’ll never be able to experience those treasured parts of you ever again, all because of his actions.

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A/N: felt like writing some angst, sorry if it's not the best,. feeling a little rusty.

also: in no way shape or form do i justify domestic violence. this purely a work of fiction.

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