#I was going to draw sky and peril but my hand got “sore”.

[soulacanth]

Kestrel and Chameleon

[thran-duils]

Use All of Me (P.15 -- final)

Title: Use All Of Me (Part Fifteen, Final) Summary: Fem!Reader x Dark Mob!Steve Rogers. The Avengers are heroes saving the world but in this AU, they are also permitted by the powers in charge to have less than favorable business underneath their guise of mere superheroes. Steve and Tony are at the helm, keeping their empire’s wealth in check, both devious and perilous if crossed. Steve takes a liking to the reader at a party and it may be her undoing to her autonomy choosing to go home with him. Words: 2,591 Warnings: Dark AF, angst, emotional/mental abuse, smut, breeding, death Author’s Note: I had a lot of extra things I wanted to add in (not mentioning the two other ways I considered taking the fic) but they were fleeting and not conducive to the plot. Just day to day things and I didn’t want to drag it out more than it needed to be. I am satisfied with this and I hope you guys are too.

Part Fourteen || Masterpost (mobile) || Fanfic masterpost

Steve shook his head, scrolling through his phone across the table from you. His dinner was barely touched he was so engrossed in what he was reading. He must have felt you staring because he looked up, making eye contact with you.

You swallowed and asked now that you had his attention, “What is making you so upset?”

Reluctantly, Steve told you, “Gossip columns. About us. About you.”

“Well, I don’t know about that because I don’t have my phone… or internet access at that.” Steve’s face was stoic at your remark and you shrugged, unable to mask your scorn “You’re the one who put my face out there. Can’t blame people for being concerned about one of their stars.”

“You forced my hand,” Steve told you in a low voice. “Did you not?”

You took another bite of your food, knowing you were toeing a line.

Steve put his phone down, scooting his chair closer to yours, invading your space. “Did you not?” he repeated with more force.

“I did,” you whispered.

His fingers ghosted along the side of your face. “Like I told you… you don’t think about the repercussions of your actions. You were acting unstable. Nothing like yourself. I had to do it to bring you back. I had to do it to keep you safe.”

He was so insistent in his chivalry about whisking you back home, keeping you barred inside. You blocked out what he was saying about you, like he was blaming you for reacting perfectly normally to being kept in a cage. You wanted to move onto something else.

“Did you pay that person… who turned me in?”

“Yes.”

“Are Yua and Natalie back at their jobs?”

“Yes.”

You proposed honestly, “How can I be sure? That you’re telling me the truth? When I cannot even check on them myself?”

“You don’t trust me?” Steve’s eyes were hard, challenging you.

What a loaded question.

“I don’t see any reason why you would lie to me about it,” you lied yourself in response.

Steve looked tickled by your response, but you also sensed displeasure in his tone. “Y/N… I have enough money and power to ruin them if I wanted to. And I wouldn’t keep it a secret from you because there would be a damn good reason I would have done so. And I would want you to know what lesson you were supposed to learn. So, darling, trust me when I tell you that they are okay. I listened to what you requested. I can be reasonable when you behave.” He leaned back, eyes searching your face. He let out a small sigh seeing the meek expression on your face, “Over time you’ll get your phone back... your friends coming around to visit again.”

He was waiting expectantly for you to answer, to say anything.

“I understand.”

Steve’s hand was warm, grasping yours. “You did good, doll face…” he praised gently. “You came back to me. You brought the babies back. I am desperate to see you mothering our children… swelling with more of them.” He reached over, picking up an envelope on top of the stack of papers near him. He held it up to you and said, “And I intend to make good on my word about making it official.”

Steve handed it to you and you took it from him gingerly. Unfolding the papers inside, you looked down at the paper, seeing it was a marriage application.

Confused, you asked, “You… you don’t even want to have a ceremony?”

“Do you want a ceremony?” Steve asked seriously.

“Yes,” you breathed. If you were going to get married, you wanted to at least celebrate it. Have something to look forward to if you were going to be legally bound to him.

“Hmm.” Steve looked contemplative. “I didn’t think you would be interested in that.” He paused, chewing on the thought. He blew a small raspberry, reaching for his phone. “Well, maybe it is a good thing I did float the idea.” He began to hand the phone to you but paused, cocking his head slightly. “Now… I’m gonna let you look at this because Wanda was able to find some beautiful maternity gowns. Tell me what you think of them. Don’t search anything else. Understand?” You nodded and he handed you his phone and you stared down at it, shocked to see wedding gowns.

Being pregnant was not something you had considered for the ceremony. Or particularly wanted for your wedding day photos.

“Do we have to move so quickly?”

“Yes,” Steve responded curtly.

“Why?”

“Because I want it to all be settled before the babies get here.”

The only reason he would want that… he had to have an angle. There must be something that he wanted.

“Can I—”

“Small ceremony, Y/N,” Steve cut you off, as if he knew exactly what you were going to ask. And you could not fathom how he could just read you like a book. It unnerved you. He was observant and it was detrimental to you. “I already have the list and the venue was set.”

“The v-venue?”

He threw you a smirk, “I was banking on you wanting a ceremony.”

So that is what Tony had been talking about.

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Your hands ran over the gown. The beaded sheer top above your bustline glittered in the light. You were a little chilly with your bare arms, but you barely noticed above your nerves. Surprisingly, you had been left alone in the room serving as the bridal suite. Not that you could make a run for it anyway in this dress and with your stomach. You snorted at the thought of you running down the street; it did calm you down a little.

Yet, you still wished your friends had been able to attend but it was ‘family’ only as Steve had said. And that family meant the team.

The door opened, drawing your attention.

Wanda was standing there, and she stopped, seeing you done up.

“You look lovely,” she said gently, a sincere smile on her face.

You returned her smile, giving a quick nod. You found yourself more often than not, cradling your stomach, and here you were again. You grimaced when one of the twins gave a particularly hard kick and Wanda noticed.

She was at your side immediately, “Are you alright?”

“Yes,” you breathed, nodding. “Would be terrible to have the babies at 28 weeks… far too early.”

“Not uncommon though.” Wanda still sounded unsure.

You waved her off. “I’m fine. Really. They’re just kicking and moving around.”

Wanda relaxed a little and said, “Alright, if you’re sure. Well, they’re ready. Are you?”

Shakily, you told her, “Yes. Yes, of course.”

The room was bright, draped in shades of sky blues. White petals were scattered along the aisle down to where Steve was standing. You breath caught at the sight of him, causing you to hesitate in your stride. Steve looked handsome, so very handsome. Somehow you made it to the end of the aisle, coming to stand in front of him. You hardly could contain the smile that came to you, unable to block out the happiness you felt coming off of him in waves. He looked so sure, so satisfied as he took your hand in his.

His words were sweet, loving. You tried to breathe easy as he slipped the ring on your finger, noticing the hungry look on his eyes. When you were told to kiss, Steve guided you, his lips dominating yours.

Signing away on the marriage certificate, you noticed his lips twitch watching you. He was elated. He was getting exactly what he wanted… you. Forever.

The night would have gone smoothly if you had not felt another hard kick from the babies. It felt different. It was not a normal kick.

Your fork clattered to your plate over your dinner at the bridal table. Your hand came to your stomach, your face twinged in pain.

Steve’s laugh faltered, his attention drawn from Bucky next to him.

“Y/N?” he asked, his tone suddenly serious. Bucky was leaning forward, sharing Steve’s look of concern.

Trying to play it off, you nodded with difficulty. “Yeah, I’m fine.” Another kick hit and you grimaced, a sharp gasp leaving your mouth. “Okay, maybe I’m not.”

Steve was standing and staring down at you in worry. The rest of the team had noticed and were hanging in suspension as they realized there was something wrong.

“I’ll get the car,” Steve declared. “Tony, Bucky, can you help her outside? I’m getting the car.”

Without waiting for them to answer, Steve was already halfway to the door, his stride quick.

Tony and Bucky were there, hands holding you as they helped you stand. You whimpered, your belly tight, soreness swirling in your hips and lower back. You had had period cramps before but this was something else entirely.

You felt wet and looked down at your legs. Your dress was soaked in a stream and you let out a strangled noise. Your water was broken and panic began to set in.

“Oh, boy, yeah,” Tony said sounding like he was trying to keep himself calm since he noticed it as well as him and Bucky helped you walk towards the door.

“I’m not ready,” you begged, tears welling up in the corner of your eyes. “I’m not ready!”

“I don’t think you’ve got much of a say in the matter,” Tony told you, trying to make a joke. He gave a small laugh, but you could tell he was nervous. You cried out and he quickly held to you as your knees threatened to buckle underneath you. “Oh, shit. Okay. Keep steady, sweetheart.”

“I can’t!” you snapped at him.

Tony closed his mouth.

Bucky grunted as your legs quivered and you leaned into him as you reached the door. They helped you down the stairs as carefully as they could as you heard tires squeal to a stop at the curb. Steve had been speeding from the parking garage.

Steve got halfway out of the car, but Bucky said, “We got it. Don’t worry.”

They helped you get into the front seat of the car and you gripped the sides of the chair, closing your eyes as another contraction rumbled through you. You heard Bucky get into the backseat of the car and slam the door closed.

Steve took off quickly, promising you he would get you to the hospital as quickly as possible. He was doing well hiding his anxiousness, channeling it into assuring you and telling you it was going to be okay.

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“It was the goddamn stress!” Steve grated furiously. “She should have stayed home! She shouldn’t have run off! Why was she so stupid?”

He was pacing angrily in one of the waiting rooms down the hallway. Y/N had given birth to both of the babies, far prematurely. They had both been whisked away to the NICU without Y/N and Steve both given much time to see them, let alone hold them. They were reassured they would be able to visit once the babies were set up safely. It did not sit well with Steve. Y/N was exhausted and was having trouble staying awake, so he had left the room when he was sure she was alright. She needed rest.

But now that he was out of the height of the situation, anger began swirling at the risk she had been put at along with the babies.

The team had shown up, still dressed in their wedding attire.

No one argued with Steve. He might very well have a valid point about it and saying anything to the contrary was not going to calm him down.

Steve ground his teeth, hands coming to his hips in frustration.

“They said the babies are alright though?” Natasha finally spoke.

Steve looked over at her and shrugged, “I think. I don’t know. They said they needed to be put on oxygen. That doesn’t sound good to me.”

“It’s probably precautionary, Steve,” Pepper offered gently.

Finding an empty chair, Steve sat down in it heavily, resting his elbows on his thighs. His eyes swept around the room, taking everyone in. He could see the unquiet in their expressions, their worry for him. He was supposed to be the one keeping everyone levelheaded; that was his job. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes for just a moment. He just needed a moment to compose himself and be strong for everyone else.

When he opened them again, he said, “It better be. It’s gotta be.”

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Steve was there when your eyes fluttered open. It took a few moments for your eyes to adjust to the light in the room, even though it was dimmed. You focused in on the sheets and your gown. And then you felt the remnants of pain in your lower half, even though it was dull now.

It all hit you at once and you tried to sit up too quickly. You gasped in pain and Steve was halfway out of his chair.

“You’re fine,” he said in a rush, his hands coming to your arms. His eyes were swimming with worry. “Don’t get up, Y/N. You need to rest.”

Breathing erratically, you looked at him in alarm. “T-the babies?”

“They’re in the NICU,” Steve assured you quickly. “One is breathing on her own, the other is on tubes. But they think that he will be able to breath on his own soon.”

You stared at him and demanded, “You’ve seen them?”

“Yes. You did too. Briefly.”

That came back to you too. You had seen them. You had been awake for everything. But the exhaustion had taken over.

“But… you saw them? Without me?” you asked weakly.

“Yeah,” Steve admitted, slowly sitting back down in his chair. “I haven’t held them, but I’ve seen them. Through the window.” His hands rubbed your arms affectionately. “Y/N, doll face, really. You need to lie back. You lost a lot of blood.” That’s when you noticed the IV and everything attached to you. “They treated you and replaced but you’re still going to be weak.”

You did as he asked, lying back on the plethora of pillows behind you. He physically relaxed at you reclined, but he was still leaning towards you, ever watchful.

His tone was sympathetic, “I don’t like you sick. I don’t like worrying about you. I’m supposed to protect you.” His thumb traced across your lips, concern swimming in his eyes now. “I hope though you’ll take something from this… that you’ll think twice about being reckless. I don’t want our future children being put through this, Y/N. I don’t want you being put through this. I want you to be secure, relaxed… safe under my watch.”

Steve’s other hand came to rest on your stomach and you felt a sense of foreboding flooding in. His closed mouth smile conveyed confidence, his hand gently caressing. “Despite all of that stress though… you pulled through. You are special, Y/N. I can’t wait to watch you swell again.” He was sincere, gaze intense, and his fingers holding you close. “You are the most important thing to me. I’ll make sure next time goes more smoothly for you. I’ll be there every step of the way next time.”

He leaned in close now, his lips brushing against your ear, “You’re all in my custody now. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

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[thejunkelemental]

A final mirror

It’s morning. The sun greets me before my alarm does, lancing through ineffective blinds.  I withdraw into the covers with a hiss.  Sometime in the night I gravitated back towards the space between my bed and the wall, like some sort of cave animal seeking the snake-crevice.  I can only feel the back of your hands, pushes forward against the skin of my shoulder, maintaining contact without allowing me to pull you into my hidey hole.  Beneath the covers I find my way to you, running my hands along your skin gently.  With the light already filling the room, I’m in a rare moment of actually being awake first and I take a couple seconds to just watch you breathe evenly.  Your face is so relaxed and I lean forward and place a kiss at the corner of your mouth.  Reaction is immediate, the tugging of a small smile and scrunching your nose.  Not asleep after all but just existing without the rigor of waking.

“Morning, Dandelion.” “Morning Snapdragon.”  I smile.  I like saying the word.

“You ok?” “Sooooore.”  You draw out the word like a purr. “I’m sorry.” You scrunch your nose again and sock me, not hard, but hard enough to make the smack of skin on skin.  “Good sore.” I laugh, rub sleep from my eyes and then wrap my arms around you.  You trace tiny circles around my bellybutton with a nail.  “Are you ok?” “ I’m... super good.”  I reciprocate lightly caressing your back and shoulders. “Thanks for staying.”  My voice is deep, the gravel of vocal chords only beginning to wake.

“Anytime,” you say, “Within reason.”  Your nail pokes a little harder and you tap it on my skin menacingly, “Bitches line up for miles to get a piece of me, you have to earn it.” “Your wish is my command.” I reply, low, raspy. “Don’t use a Fitz voice, you asshole!”  I get hit with a pillow, “I have to go work!” “Blurgh,” is my only reply, sneaking in to plant a kiss solidly, lingering only to taste you, and rolling out of bed.  I land on the floor on all fours and briefly consider just sleeping there.  Marceline stares at me from my computer chair with her usual indecipherable wide-eyed judgement.  Stretching, I stand.  I’m comfortable naked, especially after the last few nights and lightly kick some of the books and things I had to shove off of my bed in a hurry.  I’ll clean them up later.  I pad into the bathroom and turn on the shower, setting out my toothbrush and toothpaste for after.  I hear your stirring in the room behind and smile at the mirror, lightly poking my own bruises and grinning. “See you for lunch later?” I call back, pushing my cologne back up against the mirror and re-ordering them by color. “Nah. I  got lunch with Aaron.  Do you wanna come?” “S’all good,” I say back, “You two do your thing.  I’ll grab lunch with Kelsea maybe...or Cameron if he gets a break from work.  Heading back home tonight?” “Yep!” “Tell Edgar hello for me, huh?  And ask Aaron if he’d be up for talking movie projects later.  I have like...three ideas I want to run by him and Danny.” You appear in the doorway, silhouetted by the light.  You’re beautiful.  It’s hard not to smile dreamily into the mirror back at you.  You walk by me, lightly spidering your fingers across my back.  “First go at the shower is yours,” I say, turning to look at you, “Use up all the hot water at your own peril.” Tapping an angry bite-bruise on your neck you pull an innocent face, your voice rising into Dennewin’s register, “Oh, Whatever will my punishment be?”  I swat at your ass, miss, and almost unbalance into the tub.  You laugh and ruffle my hair and I retreat back to the bedroom to give you your time. My computer is still on standby from the night before.  I draw my finger across the pad to pull up the script I was writing.  Not feeling it, I minimize the window and pull up the other document...a slam poem I’ve been finalizing for a performance next week.  I tweak with the words a little, finally setting the computer aside.

Your arms snake around me, and I almost jump.  Catching myself, I lean back into you, feeling the pressure of your breasts against my bare back and look up. “Your dialogue needs work on page four.”

“What?  Really?  Urgh...” I draw out the sound and close my eyes.  “When did you read my screen play?” “Last night.”  You slide around and settle into my lap, wrapping your arms around my neck and drawing your nails through my hair.  “I had a bit of a nightmare, woke up, and your computer was just on.” “Damn ghosts.”

“Or cat.” “If Marceline is reading my screenplays in the secret hours of the night, I have more to worry about than my dialogue on page three.”  My left hand rises up to your head, drawing my fingers and nails across your skin.  The sound of contentment is immediate and you settle against my shoulder, “What is the matter with my dialogue anyways?” “Have you tried reading it aloud?  It kinda comes off a little cardboard.” “Cardboard?” “Like a cardboard cutout.  It’s there, but flat.  Rub some spice on it.”

“How?” You lean in and kiss the skin around my lips, “Record Dennewin and Fitz sometime, or even Rhune and Dennewin.  Good dialogue freely offered.  No cover charge.” “Awfully magnanimous of you.”  I grin and bite your bottom lip.  You withdraw and look off toward the bathroom, “I am awesome, aren’t I?” “Hear, Hear.”

We take a beat.  I’m staring at the beads of moisture collecting around the blood-dark marks I left on you the night before.  You’re guaging how hot the shower is by the fogging on the mirror. “Is this ok?”  You ask without looking at me, a low murmur, like you’re worried I might suddenly snap.  “I mean, are you sure you’ll be fine?”

“I think so.”  I lean my head back, catching your eyes.  “It’s a weird notion, sharing you.  But I guess it could be a lot worse...I could have had none of you.”  My hands find their way up your back again.  I can feel the shiver up your spine.  “I know what I wanted to know.”

“What’s that?”  You almost seem worried, but I think you know what I’m going to say before I say it. “You’re beautiful.”  I sigh, blowing a breath and my words up toward the heavens.  “I have loved every single moment with you.  A more foolish man would say unwise things.” “What kind of things?”  You know.  You’re daring me to say the words. I tap your nose.  “A more foolish man.  I’m not there yet.  It’s all kinda complicated and super not ideal.” “Are you a mixture or a potion?”

I chuckle nervously, but your expression never dulls.  There’s the hint of a smile, a curve at the edge of your lips that could be anything.  Your eyes are level and calm, the clear glass of a cave-lake without a ripple to disrupt. “A potion,” I say, “I think,” I clarify.  “I don’t think I’d be any good at Potions class, to be honest.” Your laugh is like a bell.  “Ten points from Hufflepuff.” “Hufflepuff?  I’m totally in Slytherin.” “Noooo” you grip my cheek with two fingers, “You’ll be my cute little Hufflepuff.”

I reach around to tickle you but you’ve sunk your teeth into my neck and my fingers spasm uselessly in the air beyond your skin. “I gotta get ready for work.”  You’re off me in a moment, laughing as you saunter back into the bathroom.  I watch you go, rubbing my neck absently and smiling.  I hear you step into the spray before I stand up and start absently cleaning my room.

.  I’m humming and it takes a minute or two for me to remember I’m walking around naked and my blinds are totally terrible.  I duck down around my bed as cars drive past and grab a blanket, wrapping myself up.  It smells like you and I take a moment to just breathe that in. My phone has a few missed calls and some texts from friends.  I’ve gotta be at work today but my lunch is open enough to accommodate a few folks. “DnD friday still ok?”  I call in to you, “Of course!” you call back, as if I’d asked to confirm the color of the sky. “Danny and I are gonna hit up a movie maybe tomorrow or Wednesday, you in?” “Work!” “Oh.  Right.  Maybe I could make repeated small orders to the Bamboo House and elaborately map a delivery route that would give you enough time to chill.” “If you can pull that off, I’ll be impressed.” “Right.  Yes.  I shall become a lord of maps and ingenious schemes in the space of a single day.  Easily done.”

You appear at the door again, drying off, snorting derisively, “Fitz could pull it off.” “Maybe so!” I say, sliding by you and actually slapping your ass once, “But I am not Fitz...sorta.  Or...whatever.  You get the picture.” You’re laughing again, gathering your things.  “Do you want me to wait for you?” “Go ahead,” I say, testing the water, “I’ll super see you Friday, or whenever you swing by.” “Text me!”

“You first!”

A moment later I hear my phone beep a text message and my bedroom door opening.  Marceline protests but over the shower and her cry I hear you, “Byyyyyyyyyyye!” I stand in the shower a long time, longer than I intended to.  The water beats a drum against my face and ears, I remember what your fingers felt like, what your skin felt like. “Unwise, little glass bottle, unwise.”  I say to myself. And then rub the shampoo into my skull.

[ivy-is-fine]

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