boxofbonesfic: Title: Rattler Pairing: Dark!Nomad!Steve x Reader Summary: It’s the eyes. They’re so
boxofbonesfic: Title: Rattler Pairing: Dark!Nomad!Steve x Reader Summary: It’s the eyes. They’re so kind, it’s hard to tell. At least with rattlesnakes, you can hear the danger—with Steve Rogers, you never saw him coming. Warnings: Dubcon, Noncon, Stalking, Dead Dove: Do not eat, Mean Steve, Manipulation, Gaslighting, Kidnapping, Smut, Obsessive Behavior, Misogyny, Breeding, Public Sex, Humiliation A/N: i have no excuse for this, other than it’s been sitting in my head for way too long. it’s also my first (late as HELL) attempt at clearing my Writing in the Dark bingo card, given to me oh so long ago by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor. divider by @whimsicalrogers! This is a work of FICTION, and it is Dark, so I assume once you’ve clicked through the link that you are comfortable with that. I do not give consent for my work to be copied, translated, or posted elsewhere, even if I am credited. This work is entirely mine, and unbeta’d, so read at your own risk! Rain soaked through your sweatshirt by the time you reach the bus stop, the thick fabric sticking coldly to the damn skin beneath it. You glared glumly at the back of the retreating bus, gritty rainwater soaking into the cheap canvas of your sneakers as you watched it leave without you. At least it was dry under the bus shelter, even though it reeked of piss and was littered with trash. Keep reading -- source link