Hey, can I request a soft dark bucky or Steve as a family man. Like some domestic fluff with kids and/or a pregnant reader? Have a nice day regardless and stay hydrated!🌸
you have good taste m’lady. i really hope this is up to par with your expectations!
warnings: implied kidnapping, soft dark buck, Stockholm syndrome, pregnancy feels, some angst but some good fluff for balance :)
wc: 1k
Just Wondering
Subconsciously, you groggily stuck out your left hand, only to be met with a cold, empty space. With a low sigh and lazy stretch, you moaned in annoyance and slid out of the bed. This belly, now an extension of you, has been preventing you from sleeping on your stomach, effectively inhibiting a good night’s sleep. To top it off, Bucky has been repeatedly called away to last-minute missions. You wished so badly for him to come home soon - not necessarily because you wanted his presence, but because you craved McDonald’s fries.
Yet, with the monotonous brushing of your teeth, your mind secretly wondered whether you actually craved his person. 5 months into your pregnancy and you had been able to fend him off more easily, blaming the baby hormones as an excuse to get out of sex. It had not been that easy when you were first plucked from your life; Bucky would have you however and whenever he wanted.
The first time you had morning sickness, the pivot in his behaviour had you wondering if this were the same man.
Present time, you considered changing out of the large nightgown but decided against it when you remembered you would have to do it without your husband’s help.
As you waddled down to the kitchen and made your way to the kettle, something in the corner of your eye piqued your attention. You cautiously stalked to the slip of paper that was haphazardly pinned to the fridge with a little button magnet.
I will be back tomorrow. Could you prepare a nice dinner, my love? I would love to spend some time together. It’s been too long x
There was no signature, but you absentmindedly traced where it would be. During those early days of courting, he would leave notes and messages in unsuspecting places. It would frighten you, and although that wasn’t his intention, it foreshadowed the behaviour that eventually removed your choice to say no.
His signature used to brew dread and bubble panic. Now, you could recognize that the note no longer brought up fear within you.
No, it wasn’t the lack of a signature. In fact, you had an epiphany, realizing that the note itself was actually comforting.
A sharp exhale escaped you as the note was crumpled and thrown into the nearest trashcan.
“The audacity,” you muttered under your breath and went about your day.
The house was spacious, your existence in it not taking up much of the expanse. It was a reflection of yourself - all this space in your mind, yet you were all alone most of the time. Bucky was there, but through no fault of his own, he was pulling back and giving you space.
You sighed for the umpteenth time since waking up, now regretting every instance you pushed him away when he tried to hold, cuddle or kiss you.
As you went about your day, you scolded the thoughts that pondered how he was doing and whether he was safe. Then, while you were halfheartedly reading a book, your hormonal brain entertained the possibility of Bucky’s death.
You knew that he could die during any mission. It could be a simple recon, but this life wasn’t a safe one, the scars littering his body a testimony to this fact.
You should hate him. You shouldn’t care if he died. Hell, you should be figuring out how to get out of here. Instead, you slumped into the reclining chair and crumpled into a ball, falling asleep from the tiredness that came with crying.
Your brain was awake before you, nose picking up on an extravagant smell that evaded the ability to think. Not thinking much of how the aroma came to be, you wafted to the source: the kitchen. There, facing away from you was the broad breadth of Bucky’s shoulders. You noted the way his muscles rippled through the tight black shirt, which you were sure he wore to tempt you.
“You gonna stand there or come give me a kiss, dollface?”
You pouted, crossing your arms and turning your head, only to catch a glimpse of yourself in the silver of the fridge. Your eyes were puffy, hair a mess, swollen and generally unattractive.
He did this to me.
You marched over to him and pounded your fists to his back repeatedly; though it would feel like nothing more than a pat to him, he turned around, taken aback.
“You did this to me, you did this, you did this you bastard,” you sobbed, now resuming your assault on his chest.
Bucky reached behind him and clicked the stove off before pulling your form into himself.
“Hey,” he cooed, “What did I do, baby?”
You sniffled, now crushed between his arm and his chest.
“You made me all swollen and ugly, and- and, I can’t even sleep on my stomach.”
Bucky let out a low chuckle and rested his on top of your yours.
“I hate you, I hate you, I hate you,” you chanted.
“I know sweetheart. I’m sorry.”
His dialogue paused your rambling. The way he said I know as a response to I hate you did not sit well with you. The hurt in his voice was so evident, and though you had heard it before, you never bothered to care. On the other hand, you spent the whole day not-so-secretly wishing for him to come back.
So what was true?
“I don’t mean that,” you meekly responded.
“You didn’t mean what?”
“I love you, Buck. I missed you so much.”
The super-soldier grasped your shoulder and pulled you off of him, only to look you straight in the eyes.
“Come again?” he asked, unable to believe what he heard.
“Don’t make me say it again. I’m glad you came back early, that’s it.”
Bucky gulped as a stray tear tainted his cheek. You took the opportunity to nestle back into the crook of his neck.
“I love you so much,” he whispered.
“Not the ruin the moment, but I’m very hungry.”
As if on cue, your stomach grumbled and the pair of you laughed in unison.
Summary: You’ve been given a gift, one not many Omegas get. A bracelet that when worn by an Omega changes their scent ever so slightly. All you need to do is keep the bracelet on and he can’t find you.
Warnings: 18+ adult content, dark!, ABO (no mentions of knots, heat, or rutt.), general misogyny, noncon/dubcon, smut, vaginal fingering, oral (male receiving), violence, orgasm delay/denial, kidnapping (kinda), she spits in his face in this, possessive behavior.
Word count: 2.7k
A/N: This fic is a request from @leniram1890. Seriously, thank you so much. It’s everything I love to write and read and you just dropped it in my lap. Now that it’s done I want more…
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You’re infatuated with him. He stands tall, you guess at least six feet, and his smell; he smells like no Alpha you've ever encountered. There’s this look to him, unequivocally attractive but in a unique and confusing way that draws you in. His eyebrows lift slightly making his otherwise small and ordinary eyes the focal point of his face. He looks around the room with a focus and intensity that feels inhuman. You finger the small bracelet that holds your secret and walk behind him, your Omega instincts telling you to get close. You suddenly recognize where you are and what you’re doing. looking down to your hands, you stare horrified at the bracelet that was taken off without your noticing. you put it back on and sprint out of the building, not stopping until you’re behind the safety of your padlocked apartment door.
Your phone goes off and you answer, making up an excuse about food poisoning and promising to be in early the next day.
Your Alpha, it had to be him.
You’ve wondered what it would be like to meet your Alpha, if you would feel bad about hiding from them. You don’t feel bad, only upset with yourself for losing control. You almost gave up your whole life in one stupid moment.
The simple silver bracelet that sits on your wrist feels heavy and you look at it. It’s a chain that suppresses your true self and one that sets you free. It’s one you choose to wear because the alternative is a life looking over your shoulder; waiting for your Alpha to find and claim you. Your parents gave it to you the day you presented and it’s given you opportunities not many Omegas get. It changes your scent just enough to let you hide, giving you the ability to decide for yourself how you feel about your Alpha, to choose a life with him or to keep the life you’ve built for yourself.
Your coworkers don’t waste time the next morning. One is already at your desk and two more walk up as you sit down.
“Ok, what did I miss?” you ask.
“Right when you left this scary looking Alpha started raging. Stark had to call in the avengers to get him to calm down.”
You act surprised, knitting your brows and leaning forward in fake interest.
“What happened?”
“Apparently He smelled his Omega but couldn’t find them.”
“Crazy.” you say, opening up your email and scrolling through.
Coworkers start dispercing and you let out a held breath. You get to work, having extra from the day before and lose yourself for several hours.
“That’s him.” whispers a voice and you look up at your coworker before following their eyes.
It’s him, your Alpha, and he’s walking straight toward you.
You try your best to stay focused on work and not give away the slight shaking of your hands as his scent hits your nose. He stops at your desk and you look up at his chest avoiding eye contact.
“What can I do for you mr…”
“Dr. Strange,” he pauses. “I’m sure you know what happened yesterday.”
“I don’t judge sir.”
He looks at you and leans on your desk.
“Ah, but you are judging. Spit it out then.”
You take your hands off of your keyboard and fold them over your chest.
“Omegas don’t have lives after they mate, I guess it doesn’t doesn’t feel fair to me.”
“What makes you think my Omega wouldn’t have a life?”
“You would let your Omega Work? Travel by themselves? Have their own bank account?”
He thrums his fingers on your desk.
“My Omega will have a good life, they need to know their place though. When I finally find them they won’t even be allowed to leave the house without permission.”
You bristle. “Well then, I’m glad you weren’t able to find them.”
He leans farther over your desk, his demeanor shifting into one of intimidation. You do everything you can not to cower back as his aggressive scent washes over you.
“You don’t understand what you’re talking about.”
“Maybe your Omega is hiding from you, that’s what I would do if I was an Omega.” You finally make eye contact, staring into the stormy grey abyss of his irises and he leans forward even more.
“They better not be.”
“What would you do if you found out they were?”
His fist clenches and you can’t help but push your chair back a few inches. You see Tony walking toward you from the corner of your eye and stand up, pushing your pointer finger against his forehead.
“You sir, are one of the most obnoxious people I’ve ever met, and I work for Tony Stark,” you say.
His mouth opens in surprise and he stands up.
Tony makes it to you at just the right moment. “Hey now, stop harassing my assistant. We’re not having a repeat of yesterday, thank you.”
Strange narrows his eyes at you but doesn’t say anything as he follows Tony into his office.
You walk to the back of the grocery store, picking up a pint of icecream and hurrying to pay for it. Your day was long and the only thing you can think about is a hot bath. You don’t notice him until it’s too late. His smug face takes in your slightly messy appearance as you try to pass by him.
“Dinner, I assume. Your questionable behavior before is starting to make sense.”
You stare at him unsure how to respond and he tilts his head and smirks.
“I’m insinuating, dear, that your disrespectful behavior this morning was caused by a lack of adequate nutrition.”
You readjust your shirt and let out a huff.
“I wonder,” you pause and smile sweetly. “How much shit did you have to consume in your ‘diet’ to become such an asshole?”
You pull out a pair of earphones and stick them in your ears, turning on your heel to pay for your dinner. He grabs your arm, pulling you close and tears out your headphones with his other hand.
“I’ve never met anyone who gets under my skin so easily, why do you make me so angry?” he sneers.
“Your anger is your responsibility,” you pull away, shaking slightly and holding back tears.
You can feel his eyes watching you as you jump into a self checkout line to pay. As soon as you reach your apartment you let the tears fall. You hate him. You hate his stupid face and egotistical personality. You hate that you react to him, that your nature makes your knees go weak when you’re around him. You hug your bracelet against your chest and let out a shaky breath. As long as the bracelet stays on you’re safe. You just need to keep it on, that’s it.
You stand in Tony’s office staring at a folder.
“Send a courier or another employee, I don’t want to do it.”
Tony raises his eyebrows in shock at your sudden and uncharacteristic outburst.
“I need someone I trust to drop them off, Is there some reason you can’t do it?”
“I just don’t get along with Dr. Strange.”
“You’re dropping off a file, not going on a date,” he quips.
You take a deep breath and remind yourself that you love your job. It’s just a quick trip, drop it off and you’re done. It’s been a week since you saw him last, he doesn’t know who you are or he would already have come for you. Just a quick drop off, that’s it.
“I’m sorry sir. You’re right, I’m being unprofessional. I can do it.”
He waves you out and you call an uber riding it to what Tony described only as “The Sanctum”.
You walk in and look around the large entry room, searching for someone who can help. It’s eerily quiet and you walk up a huge set of stars, wandering and looking at various museum-like displays until you’re on the top floor. The room is dark, the only light coming from a large round window. A stranger walks up and looks at you with a surprised expression.
“I’m sorry, I’m looking for Dr. Strange? I’m just dropping something off from Mr. Stark.”
“Ah of course, I’m Wong.” He says holding out his hand.
You reach out and take his hand and he looks at your wrist, grabbing onto your bracelet and pulling it off.
“I haven't seen one of these in a long time.” he examines the bracelet closely.
“That’s mine, give it back please.”
“Not until you tell me why you’re hiding your designation.”
“My Alpha is a cruel man, please give it back. I need it now.” you say urgently.
“Hey, nobody will hurt you here. Who is this Alpha?”
You start shaking and reach out again trying to take the bracelet back from him.
“Wong, I… Oh no, not you again,” Stephen says from an open doorway, his face turning into a scowl.
You grab the bracelet and push it on your wrist. It’s too late though, Stephens eyes widen in recognition as your scent hits him.
You bolt. You know you won’t make it out so you pull at the first door you find, slamming it closed and locking it.
The banging starts almost immediately. “OMEGA, OPEN THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW!” he yells.
“Don’t do this, please. I don’t want this. I need more time. Don’t force me, please,” you cry.
Sparks start flying in a circle in front of your eyes and your Alpha is suddenly walking through a portal. You look around, seeing a second door and yanking it open. Something catches your leg and you’re pulled backwards by what looks like a glowing rope.
“You knew I was your Alpha the whole time.” he says, moving his body to sit on your middle.
You bite your tongue and glare at him.
“Answer me!” He yells, grabbing your arms and pushing them above you.
His face is only inches from your own and you spit without thinking. He lets go of your hands and sits back, wiping the wetness from his face before staring at his wet hand.
“This explains everything, catching your scent, the extreme annoyance at your lack of respect, the anger I felt at the thought of you not eating like you should.”
He grabs your shirt, ripping it down the middle and causing buttons to fly through the air. Goosebumps appear over your skin and you shiver from both fear and the cold. He flips you over roughly, pulling off your shirt all the way. His hand roams to your mating gland. He leans over and breathes in, kissing it gently.
“Fuck you,” you say through clenched teeth.
He stops and waits until you’re done shaking.
“Why aren’t you biting me?” you whisper.
“You said you wanted time.”
He stands, pulling you up with him and makes a circle with his finger, opening up a portal in front of you. His hand is on your back pushing you through and when you turn around you're alone in what looks like a bedroom. Immediately, you run and try the door, opening it and sprinting out. The breath is knocked out of you as someone promptly slams you into a wall. You start coughing as the pain radiates through your body, then you’re falling onto a soft bed in the same room as before. After a few minutes of coughing you stand and run again, trying the window this time and just like before you’re caught and pushed through a portal back to the same room. You keep trying until you’re completely out of places to run, until your energy, both emotional and physical, is depleted.
The moment you finally give up a portal opens on your right and Stephen walks through.
It would have been easier if he had just bitten and fucked you right away. Letting you run over and over just to squash your hope is even more cruel, like a sick joke where he is the only person privy to the punchline. You stand in the middle of the room with your eyes down and wait for the inevitable.
He walks around you slowly and with each methodical step your anxiety grows until your knees buckle and you drop to the ground, crying into your hands. He stops and crouches in front of you, putting his finger under your chin and raising it slowly until you look him in the face. He lets go and keeps eye contact as he reaches between your legs and almost too gently runs his finger over your pussy. His eyes bore into you as his hand slowly becomes more and more noticeable above your clothes.
“I hate you.” you whisper as he pushes your legs apart.
He slides his hand into your pants and continues to rub over your clit, now making quick circles. His finger dips in your heat and you whimper involuntarily. You close your eyes as the sensations start to build and when you’re about to go over the line he stops. Your eyes shoot open and he smirks.
“It’s important you understand a few things.”
You aren’t expecting it, for him to suddenly pull his hand back and slap you across the face. You’re not prepared for the force behind his hand. How it makes your entire face sting, the pain radiating down your neck and shoulder. You grasp your cheek and bite your lip to avoid crying.
“I own you.” He slides his hand down to your pussy again.
“I own your pleasure.” He slides his hand up to your breast, pushing your bra down and pinching your nipple harshly. “And your pain.”
He backs away and crosses his arms, motioning with his head at the remaining clothes on your body. You slowly rise and remove your pants and underwear, standing in front of him fully naked.
His hand roams to your neck and he holds it gently.
“Hate me all you want.”
His hand constricts slightly around your throat.
“But don’t you dare run from me.”
His hand tightens again.
“Or hide.”
He keeps his hand on your throat and pushes you back to the bed until you’re lying on your back with him above you. His other hand reaches to your legs and taps between them gently. He puts his cheek against yours when you don’t move.
“Open Omega, and don’t you dare close those legs.”
He lets go of your neck when you relax your legs, backing away and unbuckling his pants.
“You don’t even like me,” you remark.
“I didn’t like who you were pretending to be.”
He walks over so that his sizable dick sits in front of your face.
“Suck,” he commands.
You suck on the tip without complaint and he grabs the back of your head and thrusts a few times before pulling out and patting your cheek.
“A much better use for your sharp tongue.”
You bite back a retort and look away as he positions himself in between your legs and pushes himself in with one forceful thrust. You let out a whimper and reach out your arms around him in response. He grabs your shoulders and ruts into you.
“This is where you belong Omega,” he wipes a tear from your cheek, a stark contrast to the painful pace of his thrusts.
“You.” he thrusts. “Belong,” The force starts to push you up on the bed. “ To me!”
He flips you suddenly and fucks you again from behind, gripping your hips tight enough to bruise. A warm hand brushes over your mating gland and you feel his breath against your back. Stars appear before your eyes as he bites, your entire body consumed with the conflicting sensations of pain and pleasure. It pushes you into an intense orgasm that leaves you shaking from the adrenaline.
“Understand?”
You nod and he slides into bed next to you and kisses between your shoulder blades. You look over at his discarded clothes, noticing the gleam of your bracelet poking out of a pocket.
“Were you serious when you said you wouldn’t let your Omega out of the house?”
“Now that you mention it, I’ve actually had a change of heart.”
He peppers kisses across your neck and back.
“You, my adventurous Omega, won’t even leave this room without me by your side.”
You try to move but he holds you close, effectively chaining you to him. You blink back a tear and shift closer to him, letting yourself relax into his arms.
Later in the series: noncon, breeding kink, slight degradation kink, slight praise kink, mentioned dark!Tony, dark!Bucky
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Summary: Y/N wanted the benefits and nothing more. That was the agreement… right? Steve decides it’s not enough.
Word Count: 1600
A/N: This is my first ever fic! I’m really hoping you’ll enjoy this but I also appreciate all feedback <3 I’m planning a second instalment for the fic, which will be longer than this one. I’m out here pretending like someone is going to read this.
Nomad!Steve is the most attractive Steve and you can talk to a wall if you disagree.
(This GIF does not belong to me)
It was convenient. The idea of no strings attached was that it was always supposed to be easy and mutually beneficial. You were enjoying the life of an Avenger and there’s no need to add anything to the mix.
That’s how you found yourself under Steve’s mercy every week. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel anything for him but right now, all you could think about was making sure you didn’t tap out from his girth.
You were bent over his king-size bed, stuffed full of his cock. He cooed praises into your ears and took on a languid pace. He pressed your head down with one arm, wiping your tears on the sheets, wrapping the other around your waist. His cock was moving in and out of you like a piston, making a squelching noise that your loud moaning drowned out.
“Sweetheart, I’m going to speed up” he moaned, and you whimpered in response. His speed had you lurching forward on every thrust, the room reverberating with the sound of skin slapping.
His cock repeatedly battered your cervix, which was becoming more sensitive by the second. You cried out as your eyes crossed and your muscles went limp, the crashing waves of your orgasm possessing you.
“That’s it, baby, cream my cock. I’m so close.” his grunts filled your ears as he leaned over you. The hand that was holding your head made its way to your neck and he pulled you up flush against him while the other hand began toying with your engorged clit. You were full-on crying from the overstimulation now; he hadn’t slowed down since you came. You were on your tippy-toes, trying to alleviate the pressure on your abused cunt.
After a few more thrusts, he pushed in one last time and squeezed your body before giving you some experimental thrusts. He pulled out and held your almost-passed-out frame by the hips and lifted you onto the bed.
“Jesus Y/N was I too rough?” You weakly shook your head as you closed your eyes and held his hand. He tucked you into his sheets, tossed the condom across the room and rounded the bed, settling beside you.
“Y/N?”
“Yeah?” you mumbled.
He paused as if he were pondering what he was going to say. In reality, he began taking in your naked, tired form that looked unreal yet ethereal on his bed. With your back to Steve, you had no idea he was feasting on the sight in front of him.
“What is it?” the slight raspiness of your voice alluded to your exhaustion.
“I don’t want to be friends with benefits anymore.”
You turned around to face him and propped yourself up on your elbow. The surprise of his statement was overriding your body’s pleas to sleep.
“Did I… do something?” You were honestly unsure of what to say.
He paused again. “It’s not enough for me. I know we came into this saying no strings attached but I care way too much for you.”
You weren’t sure what you were expecting but it certainly wasn’t that. Steve took your silence as a cue to continue.
“I think I love you. No, I-I know I love you. I want the whole thing with you, not just sex. I’m tired of pretending I’m okay with just sex. You know, I had feelings for you before you agreed to this. I had a feeling you might not say yes to a serious relationship so I proposed this arrangement.”
His speech initially started with uncertainty but as he spoke, he became sure of himself. He was sure you would agree. You two were perfect together and there was no denying it in Steve’s mind.
You got out of bed and began rummaging through the clothes strewn on the ground.
“I cannot believe you asked me to do this with your feelings involved. That was very manipulative and…” you trailed off. Did you want this? No. He messed with you. You affirmed it to yourself and picked up the rest of your clothes. “You were manipulative and this isn’t going to happen anymore. I told you I didn’t want a relationship to cloud my judgement with my missions.”
“Where are you going?” he began getting out bed, panic slightly evident in his voice.
You weren’t going to cry. But you were slightly hurt that he had a hidden agenda and that you were too stupid to not notice it. You turned to leave before he gripped your forearm.
“I know you’re angry, but you want this too.” He towered over you. The unexpected calm in his voice was unsettling.
“You’re scaring me, please let go.” He let you break out of his hold.
“FRIDAY, lock my doors and don’t open unless I say so,” he commanded.
He was beginning to chip at your resolve but you were determined to not show it. You glared at him again instead.
“FRIDAY, contact Tony and tell him Cap locked me in his room.”
He stared at you and stared back. Under the façade of toughness, you were crumbling and scared out of your mind. You didn’t want to stay and find out why he locked the door. What could he do when the entire team would question your whereabouts the next day?
The seconds stretched on before he finally spoke again. “You’re making a mistake. You want this.”
“Tony has overridden your request, Steve. Y/N, the door is now unlocked.” FRIDAY called out.
You turned and speed-walked out of the room, not turning back to look at Steve who was now lowly chuckling to himself.
He wondered if you really thought this was the end of this conversation.
You turned to your missions to help you cope with the loss of one of your best friendships. You give men a little bit of space in your life and they think you owe them the world. Worst of all, you should’ve seen this coming. Little touches, smiles that always reached his eyes and hugs that lasted a little longer they should. Not mentioning walking you to your room after training, making your breakfast and taking special care of you after a particularly difficult mission. You were truly a fool for not realizing it sooner.
Everyone is scared of something, even the Avengers. For you, it was this new side of Steve. You weren’t even sure how to act around him anymore. The relationship was on the low and not many people knew about it; Bucky knew for sure, and now, Tony must have an idea as well. Tony didn’t ask you why Cap locked you in your room. That should have been the first red flag that your teammates weren’t on your side.
You proceeded as if things were normal around Steve and he did too. There was no reason not to, right? He just acted out because of the rejection, you thought to yourself.
All the Avengers sitting down for dinner was a rare occurrence, but this particular Friday, there was a crowd in the dining room of the compound.
You were happy today. Your paperwork had been a breeze and you had a good weekend planned for yourself. Around the table, Tony, Rhodey, Thor were bickering, Clint and Nat were silently observing while Steve and Bucky were engrossed in a private conversation of their own.
“After dinner, we should play a game” Sam piped up through a mouthful. Clint snickered to himself and Sam continued.
“I’m serious, we should play truth or dare… something like that. I barely know anything about you guys, minus things like your favourite way to take a target out.”
“I think it should stay that way” Nat slightly grinned and continued eating.
“Honestly, I agree, I feel like I know nothing about you guys,” you commented, wiping your mouth and clearing your empty plate. Tony grabbed it for you and made his way to the sink. “I wasn’t aware that we were in high school. But tell you what; hide and seek would be interesting with this crowd.” Tony contemplated before finishing his thought: “Barnes and Romanoff should try to find us. That would be a kicker.”
“That sounds a lot better than truth or dare. I’m game” Nat said before getting and stretching. Bucky quietly chuckled and everyone began to clean up the table.
“So this is really happening?” Rhodey laughed as everyone made their way to the living room.
Bucky and Nat stood in front of everyone and negotiated rules. You smiled to yourself, thinking about how blessed you were to be a part of something so amazing.
“Okay then, 5 minutes to hide and 30 minutes to be found. If you’re found you have to do their paperwork for a week.” Clint finalized and everyone nodded.
“Alright, off you go,” Nat said before settling into a couch, observing everyone that scrambled off.
Thor looked lost, unsure where to go. He rarely stayed at the compound. You pointed him in the direction of the gym before racing past and making your way to your spot. There was a supply closet that you had a feeling Nat wouldn’t bother checking. Bucky knew of it, but you had a back-up escape route in mind if he decided to look there. You got to the closet and silently slipped in before sliding the door closed and settling into the corner. After a few minutes, you heard light footsteps that became louder. It hadn’t been 5 minutes yet. Whoever was coming to your spot, you were prepared to tell them to buzz off before the closet door opened to reveal Steve.
A/N: This is, um, far from my best work but I wanted to put something out cause it’s been so long.
I’m sorry I’ve been absent. I wish I had a really good excuse but it’s literally that I was tired. I didn’t sleep for several weeks (4-5 hours a night) and was so sleep deprived I couldn’t even get basic care tasks done like eating and drinking water. The last week I’ve slowly caught up on sleep and I’m feeling much better.
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It had been three months since you left him. Three months since he put his mark on you and tied you to him. Steve used to be a friend. You liked him once upon a time. Now you couldn’t stand the sight of him. He had changed when he took over your fathers business, became ruthless. The moment your first heat after mating ended you ran from him. You would have never come back if he didn’t have something over you. He made it clear three days ago, sending the message through the family that if you were not returned to him he would begin taking it out on any and everyone you had ever called a friend. Schoolmates, neighbors, those who helped you escape. You didn’t have a choice, nobody would die because of you.
You stood at the doorway for several minutes before finally knocking.
He opened the door quickly as if he had been there waiting. His scent hit you, just as strong as you remembered. The sour smell of anger that radiated from him felt oddly comforting. It felt wrong to be attracted to it and you cursed under your breath. His hand caught you as you took a step back and you were lifted into his embrace and carried inside. The door closed behind you and he reached into his pocket, retrieving a key. He locked you in with him quickly and started carrying you into his home. There would be no escaping this, he was ready for you.
He laid you down on a plush couch and covered you in a blanket before walking away and returning with a small tray of food and water. The food smelled so good, you accepted the small forkfulls without hesitation. When you were full and satiated he sat beside you, pulling your head into his lap; He purred until you slept.
-o-
“She’s safe,” his voice woke you. Tentatively, you stood and wandered to the kitchen, stopping out of sight while he talked on the phone.
“Of course...”
He stopped talking suddenly and you quickly slipped back to the couch.
“She’s awake, I’ll have to call you back.”
You pressed yourself against the cushions, hiding under the blanket as he walked towards you. His scent was so feral - so angry that you had to suppress a whimper.
“Your father is pleased you’re ok.” he said, pulling away the blanket.
You shut your eyes tight and he grabbed your chin, slowly putting more pressure until it became painful.
“Open your eyes doll,” he whispered.
You obeyed, peering up at his angry face.
“I hate you,” you said.
He let go of your chin and manipulated your body, pulling off your pants and giving your ass a sharp slap. He pushed your shoulders down and spread your legs. You jerked forward as a finger entered you abruptly, pumping in and out. A low growl caused your body to begin creating slick and a feeling of shame washed over you.
“There was a time when I cared about your love,” his finger disappeared and his cock replaced it.
“You can feel however you want about me, it doesn’t matter.” He entered you in one harsh thrust, splitting you open. You bit your lip holding back a sob.
The only thing that matters,” he panted, pace quick and brutal, “is that you know who you belong to.”
You pushed your head into the couch cushion and he grabbed your neck, putting pressure at your jaw until you brought your face up.
“Tell me who you belong to,” he demanded.
“I… I belong to you.”
He leaned over, biting down on the mark he left months prior. You cried out as you felt his knot expand and his seed fill you. He let go of your shoulder and traced his finger over your mark.
“It’s ok doll,” he shushed you, “You’re safe now, I’ll take care of you.”
You shook your head no and his hand was placed once again on your neck, squeezing it gently in a warning.
Warnings: 18+ Adult content. Dark!, kidnapping, forced marriage, noncon/dubcon, oral (male receiving), violence, spit kink, Smut, Thor is mean af in this.
Summary: You’ve been hiding on earth for years after running away from an arranged marriage with Thor. What happens when fate brings him to your place of work?
A/N: This is part of the Synonyms series. You can read them as stand alones or all together. I encourage reading them in order if you want to read all of them but you do you. This is the idk fifth or sixth one I think.
Word count: 2k
All you’ve ever wanted in life is to be left alone. You ran from a life of luxury years ago, escaping from the expectations your parents and society had on you. The expectation to marry a stranger, to have his children, to spend your life in a gilded cage. You had to fight against a lifetime of brainwashing telling you that it was your place and your duty. You left in the dead of night shortly before you were to be sold off. You live on earth now, working at a bar and flirting with assholes for tips. You have your own tiny apartment and quiet life. You love it.
You hand a drink to a regular before turning to reach for another glass and pouring a beer. It’s been a busy night and it’s only just starting to slow down a little after 2am. Tomorrow is your day off and you can’t wait to catch up on sleep.
You almost don’t notice him walking in. If it weren't for his obnoxiously loud laugh you wouldn’t have looked over to the door. It’s Thor, your betrothed, the literal God you ran from. You stop working for a second before running to the back and hiding, having a mini panic attack. You didn’t think anyone was still looking for you. Sure, you knew Thor had left Asgard and now lives with the Avengers but you’ve never even come close to running into him. There’s no reason he should now be in your place of work.
“Are you ok Y/N.” Your manager says, cocking his head.
“I’m sorry boss, I’m just not feeling well.”
“Why don’t you go home, I’ll ask Amy to stay late.”
You thank him and get your coat, pulling on the hood and looking out at the room before walking quickly through the bar. You open the door and in your haste run straight into a wall of muscle. Thor grabs your shoulders and steadies you. You try to back away but his hands stay gripped to your shoulders, shaking them slightly.
“Y/N”
Fuck.
You look up into his angry eyes and give a smile.
“It’s… Thor right?”
Pain shoots through your shoulders as Thor tightens his grip.
“How did you find me?” You breathe.
“Twas luck. I walk in for a drink and there you are.”
You try to take a step back again and this time he lets you go.
“Ok, well it was good seeing you.” you say, preparing to kick ball change your way out of the state, or maybe planet.
Thor grabs hold of your wrist.
“You know I still have a claim on you.”
“You wouldn’t.”
Thor holds you while he thinks. He reaches out to your face, cupping it in one large hand.
“It’s my right.”
You wrench your hand away and throw a punch, landing it on his jaw and sending him back several steps. He smiles and raises his hand, catching his hammer and fixing his eyes on you. You turn to run but don’t get far before he slams his hammer on the ground and you fall. Tears stream down your face as you try in vain to crawl away. He grabs you and turns you around, pinning you under him. Everything goes black as he punches you in the face.
---
The first thing you notice when waking is the metal cuff. You pull at it, crying out in rage when it doesn’t even bend. It must be made of something strong to hold you. You look around the large bedroom searching for anything that might help but find nothing. The door opens several minutes later, thor walking though it. You pull at the cuff as he slowly takes steps toward you.
“Don’t do this Thor, just let me go,” you beg.
“I’ve slept with many beautiful women,” Thor starts.
He reaches you, holding out his hand to feel the bruise on your cheek, the one he gave you.
“But none of them felt right, None of them were you.” He continues.
“No,” you cry.
“You belong to me Y/N, how dare you run away from that.”
“You’re one to talk. Where are we right now? Sure as hell not in Asgard.”
Thor’s eyes narrow as he leans in. “You know nothing of me.”
Thor gently strokes your face, moving his hand to cup your breast. He leans in to kiss you and you spit in his face, glaring at him with contempt. He backs away shocked before wiping the spit from his face.
“That’s not how this is going to go little lady, I’ll give back everything you throw at me.”
Thor grabs your jaw, pushing his thumb against the side and forcing it open. He spits into your mouth and you choke before swallowing.
“And I’ll make it ten times worse.”
“You say you had sex with lots of women but it never felt right? That’s weird because I’ve also has sex with plenty of people and you’ve never even crossed my mind. You’re just not all that memorable I guess.”
Thors entire body seems to grow as he storms across the room and grabs a key. He unlocks your hand and climbs on top of you, grabbing your wrists and holding them above your head. You’re used to being the strongest person in a room but now Thor holds you easily with one hand as you struggle in vain.
“I’m the only one you’ll think of again, soon you’ll be begging for me.” He says grinding against you.
He kisses you, sucking in your lip and letting it go with a pop. You flinch as he grabs your clothes and rips them off of you before tearing off his own. He flips you over with ease, pushing down between your shoulder blades and slaps your ass a few times. You cry out as he gives a sharp thrust, his cock stretching you out painfully.
“You say no but your body betrays you…” You bring your hands to your face as he thrusts over and over. “... So wet.”
Thor lets out a husky moan as his cum pours into you. He pulls out and sits next to you on the bed, grabbing your torn shirt and cleaning himself off. You sit up, pulling the blanket over yourself and staring ahead in shock. He kisses you on the forehead and grabs your hand again, cuffing you in place.
“Just until you learn your place,” He says as he pulls his pants on and walks out of the room.
---
Thor isn’t gone for long. He comes back holding a tray of food and drinks. You reach out for a grape and he pulls the plate away, taking the grape and holding it up to your lips. You take a shaky breath, shouting at him in your mind and imagining yourself punching the smirk off his face. You open your mouth and he feeds you several pieces of fruit and cheese as you sit wordlessly on his bed, his cum still smeared all over your thighs.
“Can I use the bathroom please?” you ask.
Thor smiles and kisses your temple.
“Of course.”
He unlocks your wrist and you walk to the bathroom, relieving yourself and pulling on a bathrobe you find hanging beside the tub. You take a deep breath and throw the bathroom door open, running full speed out the door and through a hallway. Thor comes after you, yelling and cursing but you keep running full speed.
You run into a large living area where multiple Avengers sit watching tv. They all stand and run towards you, blocking your exit and you raise your fist. You recognize Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, and Sam Wilson staring at you, arms raised in fighting stances. Thor reaches the room as well and they surround you.
“You couldn’t have found one without super strength?” Tony asks Thor.
“I have no interest in human women.” Thor replies.
You kick Sam in the chest and he stumbles back, knocking over a lamp. Steve comes up behind you, grabbing you and you elbow him in the stomach, pulling him above you and throwing him across the room. Tony takes a step toward you but before he can throw a punch a woman comes up behind him and hits him over the head with a lamp. She stands shaking as Tony turns to her and grabs hold of her.
“Fuck, Sam get your girl before she hurts herself.”
Sam walks over to the woman, grabbing her wrist and pulling her away from the fight.
“No, I’m sorry Sam, please I’m so sorry.” She cries as she’s dragged away.
Thor throws a punch and you catch it but don’t see his other hand coming for your stomach. You fall to the floor coughing and he kicks you in the side.
“Jesus, Thor.” Tony says.
“Don’t underestimate her, she’s stronger than humans.” Thor says, grabbing your hands and pulling them behind you. You feel a pinch in your neck and the world goes black.
---
This time you’re not cuffed to the bed. You look around and realize that you’re in a windowless room. You push the wall, already knowing it will be made of something too strong for you to break. You walk around, opening up a dresser and rolling your eyes at the nauseatingly feminine clothing and explore a large bathroom.
“Tony helped make this for you,” Thor says, making you jump.
“Tell him fuck you for me.” you sneer.
Thor sighs and leans against the bathroom door frame.
“You won’t be getting out of here.”
You push past him and to the door finding it open. Behind the door is a small hallway and then a second door with a second keypad. Smart.
“It’s not forever. We’ve already found several incentives to help you feel more comfortable here.”
You turn to Thor and raise your eyebrow.
“How much do you care about the little bar you worked at?”
The implication sinks in.
“You would ruin innocent people's lives just to keep me here?”
“Darling, I’d do much worse than that.”
Thor pulls you by the waist to the bed, sitting down at the edge and pushing down on your shoulders until you kneel. He puts his hand under your chin.
“Open up baby.”
You clench your jaw.
“You will lose this game.” he says, gently coaxing at your jaw.
“Leave me alone!” you scream, tears falling in earnest.
Thor grabs the back of your neck, pushing you to the bed. He gets close to your ear.
“You want to be left alone dear? Ok, I’ll give you what you want. Call for me when you’re ready to behave.”
You hear both doors close and lock and scramble into the bed, folding yourself up into the fetal position under the blanket. You let yourself cry for hours before falling asleep.
---
You sit in your windowless room, knees pulled up to your chest and tears stains down your cheeks. You’re not sure how long you’ve been isolated at this point. You haven't eaten in days and feel weak, both physically and mentally. Screaming sounds stream into the room in random intervals so you’re always on edge and unable to sleep more than twenty minutes at a time. Every time you get out of the bed all the lights turn off forcing you to stumble in the dark.
Thor can punch and kick you, breaking and bruising you until the pain seeps into your bones. You’ll get up each and every time ready to fight. This however, this is so effective that it makes you miss him, it makes you want to cry in his arms and beg him to save you. You close your eyes and shed one more tear before calling his name. He walks in minutes later, approaching you and gently grabbing your jaw, his intentions clear. You open your mouth and close your eyes as he pushes his dick in, fucking your throat until he comes. He pulls you into his lap after, placing a blanket over you and holding you close.
You clutch on to Thor like he might disappear if you let go.
“Please don’t leave, I’m so tired.” you cry.
“Shhh, it’s ok baby, you can sleep now. I’ll be here when you wake up.”
You shake in his arms, slowly falling asleep despite the anxiety that fills every inch of you. He did this to you, made you terrified of the very thing you’ve always wanted.
🖤 Your Room - One shot - reader-insert - Dark!fic Warnings: Noncon/Dubcon, oral (female receiving), spankings, punishment, kidnapping, Stockholm syndrome, unprotected sex, smut, vaginal intercourse.
Summary: Your life is bland and boring but not for long. What happens when you catch the eye of a certain super hero?
*This is also part of Synonyms, a Dark!avengers collection that can be read together. this should be read either first or last.
-Steve Rogers-
🖤Come Back - One shot - Reader-insert - Dark!fic Warnings: Dark! 18+, stalking, cults, kidnapping, blood, drugging, bondage.
Summary: Your father's death brings you back to your childhood home and the cult you grew up in. You just need a few days to pack things up before selling the place and leaving forever.
🖤🐶 Hiding Your Wolf - One shot - Reader-insert - Dark!fic Warnings 18+ dark fic, kidnapping, noncon/dubcon, public nudity, smut, werewolves, A/B/O dynamics.
Summary - you’ve been hiding your wolf your whole life. You know you shouldn’t go out on a full moon but you want to so badly.
🖤 🐶Useless - series - part one - part two - Part Three- reader-insert - Dark!fic Warnings 18+ Adult content!, Werewolves, A/B/O, Possessive behavior, Dark, Non con/dub con, Forced marriage, power imbalance, general misogyny, Punishments, spanking, smut, violence, oral (male receiving) .
Summary: “Trying to fight this is useless doll, we’ll always end up right back here.” You’re the bottom of the pack, an Omega, and Steve has chosen you for his mate.
🖤Jumping In - One shot - Warnings: 18+ adult content!!, Kidnapping, smut, Dark fic, vaginal fingering, noncon/dubcon, yandere.
Summary: You submit your application to the Avengers as a joke. You’re nowhere near qualified enough for the job. So why do they want you?
*This is also part of Synonyms, a Dark!avengers collection that can be read together. This is the first in the series.
🖤 Complex Flavors- one shot- Warnings 18+ Adult content!, Dark, drugging, sex pollen (sorta), noncon/Dubcon, Gaslighting, Abuse, choking, Smut, Drinking,
💜 Learning To Love - one shot - Warnings: Smut, feelings, angst, interrupted assault (In relation to this, attacker going unpunished, intimidation, stalker vibes.), mature themes, 18+ adult content, slow burn?
Summary: Life always does this thing where it puts you in situations you swore you were done experiencing. You’re done having relationships, but they may not be done with you. *This is not dark but that doesn’t mean that it’s light reading.*
-Tony Stark-
🖤Your Mask - One Shot -. Warnings: 18+ adult content, Non Con/dub con, kidnapping, smut, Dark!, blackmail.Summary: You’re an independent woman working her way up through corporate America. What happens when a a one-night stands turns into an obsession?
*This is also part of Synonyms, a Dark!avengers collection that can be read together. This is the second in the series.
Summary: You meet the most beautiful girl. She’s everything you’ve always dreamt of. Red flags? What red flags?
*This is also part of Synonyms, a Dark!avengers collection that can be read together. This is the third in the series.
-Sam Wilson-
🖤Routines *(Dark!Sam Wilson x Reader) Warnings: 18+ adult content, Dark!, Noncon/dubcon, vaginal fingering, punishment, spanking, Stalking, voyeurism (kinda), masturbation.
Summary: You run into Sam at the grocery store one evening decide to catch up. He wants more though and won’t take no for an answer. You’re his and it’s only a matter of time before you realize that.
*This is also part of Synonyms, a Dark!avengers collection that can be read together. This is the fourth in the series.
-Thor-
Alone - Dark!Thor x ReaderWarnings: 18+ Adult content. Dark!, kidnapping, forced marriage, noncon/dubcon, oral (male receiving), violence, spit kink, Smut, Thor is mean af in this.
Summary: You’ve been hiding on earth for years after running away from an arranged marriage with Thor. What happens when fate brings him to your place of work?
*This is also part of Synonyms, a Dark!avengers collection
Summary: You never should have taken the job cleaning for Stark industries. The Avengers might be heroes on the outside but something sinister lies just beneath the surface.
*This is also part of Synonyms, a Dark!avengers collection
that can be read together. This is the fourth in the series.
Summary: A New Years themed dark Cinderella story.
🖤Appropriate - Mob Boss!Bucky x Reader
Summary: You thought you knew who you married... You thought.
18+ Adult content, Dark, rape/noncon, punishment, violence, face slapping.
-Loki-
🖤Synonyms *- Dark!Loki x reader Warnings: Dark! 18+ adult content. Smut, noncon/dubcon, stalking, kidnapping, vaginal fingering.Summary - You’re average in every way, Loki doesn’t think so though.
*This is also part of Synonyms, a Dark!avengers collection
-Stephen Strange-
🐶🖤Simple Silver - Warnings: 18+ adult content, dark!, ABO (no mentions of knots, heat, or rutt.), general misogyny, noncon/dubcon, smut, vaginal fingering, oral (male receiving), violence, orgasm delay/denial, kidnapping (kinda), she spits in his face in this, possessive behavior.
Summary: You’ve been given a gift, one not many Omegas get. A bracelet that when worn by an Omega changes their scent ever so slightly. All you need to do is keep the bracelet on and he can’t find you.
🖤Iced Coffee - series master list
Series Warnings: 18+ adult content, Dark, Rape/noncon, obsessive behavior, stalking, doctor/medical themes, needles (chapter one, not sex related), violence, abuse, kidnapping, forced marriage, smut, escape attempt.
Summary:You met Stephen Strange your last year of medical school. He was godlike and you were infatuated. You liked him and in return he humiliated you. Years later you were over it; made a career for yourself.He saw you again, remembered you, wanted you. He was going to show you that he had changed, win you over. You would be his and he would protect you forever, he just had to prove himself.
-CHARLES XAVIER-
🖤Try Again, and Again, and Again. Summary: Your life is so perfect. A sweet and caring husband, a beautiful home; but something is off.
Warnings: 18+ adult content, dark, smut, vaginal fingering MORE WARNINGS AT BOTTOM OF FIC.
Summary: Rey goes on a camping weekend with her girlfriends. She isn't expecting to be accidentally bonded to a Fae prince. She also isn't expecting to discover that she is not who she thought she was. The life she's always known is a lie and her true identity a nightmare.
❤️ 🐶 To Be Warmed By The Fire - Complete - (ao3 link) A/B/O Warnings: Slightly dubious consent, non consensual drug use, assault, smut, lots of feelings, arranged marriage.
Summary: It's physically painful for Rey, as an Omega, to lie. Especially to an Alpha like Ben. As outspoken and independent as she is, she doesn’t actually like breaking rules. It’s why she leaves without telling anyone. It’s much easier for her to disobey when no one is physically telling her no. Her usual strategy is to just say nothing. That way, she can easily convince herself later that she never agreed to whatever rule she wants to break. This is different though, he wants her to say to his face that she won’t go. She has every intention of going to the party and nothing Ben says or does will change that. She knows, however, that he won’t leave until she gives in. In this instance, lying is the only option she feels like she has.
❤️ 🐶 The People You Love - WIP - (ao3 link) Warnings: Dubious consent, smut, unconscious medical procedure, lots of feels and sad times, running away, arranged marriage.
Summary: Rey is raised by her grandfather, who takes her to an island away from society. One day a group of men show up on her island and she finds herself running away from Ben Solo. She doesn't know anything about the outside world but that won't stop her from running until she can't run any longer. She's always wanted adventure and now she's finally getting it, whether she wants it or not.
You met Stephen Strange your last year of medical school. He was godlike and you were infatuated. You liked him and in return he humiliated you. Years later you were over it; made a career for yourself.
He saw you, remembered you, wanted you. He was going to show you that he had changed, win you over. You would be his and he would protect you forever, he just had to prove himself.
Potential warnings, a non-exhaustive list: Oral, praise kink, mild degradation (Will not include whore or slut)
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AN: This Series is a combination of two requests, one from @couldntbedamned and the second from an anonymous requester. Thank you guys for the requests. 😊
AN: I have marked chapters that for sure have smut but there will probably be more.
Series Warnings: 18+ adult content, Dark, Rape/noncon, obsessive behavior, stalking, doctor/medical themes, needles (chapter one, not sex related), violence, abuse, kidnapping, forced marriage, smut, escape attempt, Somnophilia
AN: If you want a happy ending stop here. The ending I currently have written is not happy for our poor reader. (I might change it cause I feel so dang bad for this reader but the last line is soooo good.)
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Thank you to the unnamed requester and @couldntbedamned for this request. 🖤
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Bits and pieces of your personality were slowly chipped away by Stephen. It had been several weeks since you reconnected with him and you found yourself talking to him almost daily. It was hard not to let little things about yourself slip, like a story about getting sick at a concert in highschool and missing your favorite band play. He was constantly filing away little details about you and using them to, in his words “show you I’m not who I used to be”. It wasn’t surprising that Stephen would find a concert to invite you to. It also wasn’t suprisinng that he wouldn’t take no for an answer.
“I don’t want to go,” you told him as you walked through the hospital's east entrance. It was a longer walk than the main entrance but ensured you wouldn’t come in contact with sick patients. It took only days for Stephenn to notice your new routine and adjust his own accordingly.
To your relief your body seemed to be going back to normal but you still weren't comfortable in large groups. Some side effects lingered, chills and hot flashes, innsomnia, but your immunity was slowly recovering.
People were starting to stare at the conversation between you and Stephen and you sped your steps.
“They’re one of your favorite bands,” he pushed.
“I can’t be around that many people, Stephen. Please just drop it,” You turned away from him and hit the elevator's call button. Stephen followed you in and after a moment of silence grabbed your arm gently, making you turn your eyes to his concerned expression.
“Is it cancer?” he asked quietly.
You bit your lip and shook your head. “It’s not cancer.”
Stephen pulled you into a hug. “Tell me what’s happening.”
You shook your head, “I don’t want to talk about it.”
He clutched you tighter but nodded, rubbing your back gently. “Ok.”
While Stephen didn’t know the details, he did know that something was wrong and that was more than anyone else knew. You felt utterly alone and hadn't realized it until that moment. Stephen offered comfort so you pressed your body into his and let him hug you tight and tell you it would be ok.
As much as Stephenn was the most annoying asshole you had ever met, he could also be equally as kind. Like a piece of gum stuck to your shoe, he was often an unasked for and unwelcome inconvenience in your life. At the same time he was like a warm sweater on a cold day. His clinginess felt cozy and warm. His care for you seemed genuine and while your guard was still up, you could feel it slowly falling away.
You couldn’t get rid of him, which drove you crazy, but you also weren’t sure if you actually wanted to.
.
-o-
At first Stephen thought she went through the east entrance to avoid him. Once he knew the real reason he couldn’t believe he hadn’t realized it sooner. It had only been a few weeks since he had found her writhing in pain. He was so preoccupied with trying to become her friend, to gain trust, that he had missed some obvious clues about her physical state. She had acted better, hadn’t said anything else about her illness since it had happened. He was angry at himself and furious at her. He knew for a fact that she hadn’t gone to the doctor. Whatever she had she was dealing with by herself. Didn’t she know how dangerous that could be?
He thought about it all morning and when he texted and then called her with no answer something snapped. He marched to her floor and walked through the lab like he owned it. He had to start pushing more or she could die before he had her.
She sat at her desk rubbing her temples. He clenched his jaw at the sight. Was it her mystery illness? Was it dehydration? She often worked through lunch and dinner, living on coffee and protein bars. It drove him crazy and he had subtilly been encouraging her to take better care of herself. She jumped when he laid his hand on her shoulder but gave a confused smile when she saw it was him.
“What are you doing here?” She asked.
“You didn't answer my text or call, “ he shrugged. “I got worried.”
She picked up her phone and sighed when she saw It was out of battery.
“It keeps running out of battery, I’m sorry, I wasn't ignoring you,” She plugged her phone in and turned back to him.
“Maybe you need a new phone?”
“This is a new one though. I replaced my old one because it was doing the same thing. It’s weird. sometimes the battery is totally fine then one day it'll just drain out of nowhere.”
“Is it an issue with the model?”
“That was my first thought but I searched the internet and talked to the company. Nobody has heard of this issue.”
Her phone turned back on and she read his text.
“I was going to work through lunch but since you’re already here, sure,” she replied to the text he had sent inviting her to lunch. “Let me just finish this email,” she added
He watched over her shoulder as she approved a request for someone to work remotely for another month, sending a message for them to take longer if needed, then followed Stephen out.
-o-
Over a month later you were almost back to normal physically. Emotionally though was a different story. Stephen had somehow become someone to you and you still didn’t know how you felt about it.
Your heart beat sped as you read a text telling you to meet him in his office during your break. Not asking, telling. The more you got to know him the more dominant he acted towards you. It may have been a red flag but your compass was clouded with Stephen. Everything about him screamed ‘don’t go there’ to you. Because you were cautious about everything then you couldn’t trust what was actually a red flag and what was due to your history.
Reading the text again, you asked yourself; was your heart beating rapidly because you were scared or because you were turned on? You were naturally submissive in relationships and Stephen was naturally dominant in any and everything he did. He hit all those spots that made your soul scream in pleasure. Your head told you to be cautious with Stephen. You may have loved dominant assholes in bed but only when you trusted them and you didn’t trust Stephen.You had no self control around him and knew that neither of you would be able to avoid the sexual tension for much longer. If you went to his office it would be with sex on your mind and you wouldn’t be happy leaving with anything less. Your brain said don’t go but your pussy was talking too and she was being incredibly loud.
You walked to the elevator and rode it to his floor.
“Oh, yes, come in,” he said when you knocked on his door.
“You wanted to see me?” you asked.
“I, yes, I just wanted to ask, and no pressure, if you wanted to be my date to the fundraiser?”
You sighed at his mention of the fundraiser. It was not your favorite event of the year.
“I’d love to go with you,” you smiled
“Good,”
“Good,”
He sat at his desk, a file in his hand and white coat still on from working.
“You pulled me all the way over here to ask me to a fundraiser I was already attending?” you asked.
“I know you… don’t want to be around crowds. I wasn't sure if you were going or not,” He said.
“Oh,” you bit your lip.
“Come over here,” he widened his legs and sat back, motioning you towards him.
You narrowed your eyes but slowly walked towards him until you were close enough for him to grab your waist and pull you towards him.
“I also may have had an ulterior motive,” he smirked.
Your lips met and he opened his mouth, pushing in his tongue. You melted into him and his hand slid to the buttons on your blouse.
“I saw you walk in this morning and had to know what was under this fucking tease of an outfit.”
Your heart skipped a beat. His hands felt so good on you.
You looked down at his crotch and slowly moved your hand over it. You knew he was big, had seen the bulge in his pants numerous times, but feeling it still surprised you.
“It’s so big,” you whispered as you felt him over his pants.
He let out a low moan and his hand moved down your body, stopping to tease the zipper of your skirt.
“I won’t be able to stop myself if I pull this down.” He let go of the zipper and you grabbed his hand.
“Don’t stop yourself then.”
“But our first time in my office? After what I did to you, fucking you here? I want it to be special. You deserve that.”
“I need the release,” you pouted.
He bit his lip and you loosened his tie and batted your lashes.
“Please?”
“Fuck,” he threw his head back for a second before meeting your eyes.
“I’m not gentle,” he warned,
You perked up, “Promise?”
His hand tapped the inside of your thigh and you separated your legs for him, skirt riding up until your g string was visible. A finger slipped past your panties and pushed between your folds.
“So wet,” He moaned.
You clamped around his finger but needed more. You wanted to be stretched and filled and wanted it right then. You fumbled with his belt and he pushed you off his lap finishing his pants himself before grabbing the zipper of your skirt and pushing it down. Your eyes dropped to his dick and you brought your hand to it, gripping it gently.
“You like that?” he asked
You nodded, eyes darting up to his face then back down to the rock hard erection. A drop of precum sat at the tip and you swiped your thumb over it. Your mouth watered and you considered dropping to your knees and tasting him. Your core ached though and you didn't want to wait any longer.
“I - I want more,” you whined, tugging him towards you.
“Don’t worry darling, I’ll give you more,” He took several steps to the door and locked it before turning to you.
“Condom?” he asked, Opening a drawer and pulling one out.
“IUD,” you said and he threw the condom aside.
He sat back in his chair then pulled you onto lap. With one hand he grabbed his dick and with the other your waist and you sunk down onto him.
You hummed as your body grinded against his. He kept his hands on your hips and let you lead, watching your body cues intently. An orgasm was building and you chased it, fucking yourself against him in shaky movements. He suddenly pushed you away. You opened your mouth to yell at him but didn’t get the chance.
“Nobody else makes you come, not even you,” he said.
He swiped a stack of papers off his desk, turned you, and pushed your front against the hardwood. His dick was once again against your entrance and he was pushing himself in. He took long slow strokes and you pushed your ass against him.
“Please Stephen, harder.”
“Call me Doctor,” he thrust harder and you went silent.
A crack landed on your ass and you groaned. It felt good, so good.
“Stephen…” you said with a smirk and another slap landed on your ass radiating pleasure though you.
“You like that,” he breathed and you nodded.
“You’re a kinky little thing,” he said, another blow landing on your sore bottom.
“I’m a doctor too you kn-”
A loud crack sounded through the room as the bruising hit landed on you.
“Doctor,” you finally said. “Please Doctor, I need more,”
He thrust into you so hard you had to hold onto the desk. The orgasm came out of nowhere, more powerful than you had ever felt before. Sex had mostly been mediocre with other partnners but with Stephen it was like your bodies were meant for eachother.
“That’s right love, take it all.”
You didn’t have time to recover. One of his hands dug bruises into your hip while the other pushed down on your back, holding you into place. He took your breath away, moving against you violently until you were pulled together into euphoria.
You felt him kiss your shoulder before pulling out. He then pushed on your back, an unsaid expectation for you to stay still. You gladly relaxed over his desk, eyes closed as he pulled your panties and skirt back on. He dragged you up and into his lap, holding you close and rubbing your back and kissed you on the forehead.
“I have to go back to work,” you sighed.
He hugged you tight, “I’m never letting you go.”
You kissed his cheek and pulled yourself out of his lap.
“I’ll see you later Stephen,” you said, walking out of his office with confident steps.
You sat at your desk and brought your hand up to your lips, smiling while you thought about the mind blowing sex you had just experienced. You were already addicted to the raw and beautiful explosion you created together. While You knew that playing with fire could get you burned, you couldn’t stop yourself. If you wanted to set off fireworks you had no choice but to use a flame.
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