Apr 14, 2024
Ngl, I miss my dark!Steve era.
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Ngl, I miss my dark!Steve era.
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HI HI HI HI, independent singer-songwriter and the best human being on the PLANET Emily Henry wrote and recorded a love song for OFMD’s BlackBonnet and now there’s A MUSIC VIDEO with lots of amazing pirate easter eggs.
TREAT YOURSELF.
Sleep Walker
Good morning
Maternity Leave
The fifth part to Get Your Fix
Masterlist
Special credit to @sherrybaby14 who requested the idea for the first part.
Warnings: non/dubcon sex, sex pollen, breeding kink, mentions of birth control, forced pregnancy.
This is dark!Steve Rogers and explicit. 18+ only.
Note: So this is the final part of this series BUT because it is crossing over with Heart-Shaped Box, we will see our reader again through that as well as in a possible epilogue depending on how it all unfolds. I’ll be working on HSB for tomorrow hopefully! So enjoy. Another ticked off the list.
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It was the day after your birthday. You were sat in the busy restaurant, the dulcet tones of jazz buzzed below the voices of patrons. Steve made certain you were early; enough that your reservation had yet to be prepared for you. Nearly a dozen seats set aside for your party. Your chest filled with dread as you looked at the empty chairs.
You jiggled your leg nervously. You played with the skirt of your dress and ignored the man beside you. You had tried on several outfits before you dared to leave your apartment. You were starting to notice the subtle rounding of your stomach and your breast were terribly swollen. While the sickness had finally relented, it had been replaced by an intense hunger; one which had you nibbling on the breadsticks greedily.
“Remember, proteins,” Steve chided as he slipped his arm over the back of your chair. “And drink lots of water.”
You dropped the last half of your bread stick and glared at him. You reached for your water and drank deeply. You set it down and crossed your arms as you turned away from him. His hand slipped onto your shoulder and he leaned in.
“I’m just looking out for you and the baby,” He intoned. “Please, don’t be like this in front of everyone.”
“Like what?” You snapped at him.
“I understand, your body is changing,” His other hand went to your thigh. “Hormones… but it’s for the better.”
“Stop touching me,” You hissed.
“What?” He scoffed as he squeezed your leg. “I can’t knock you up again.”
“Oh, shut up,” You elbowed him away and grabbed the bread stick.
“How long has it been since you’ve seen your mom?” He asked suddenly. “You should see her more often don’t you think? Especially now with the baby…”
“Are you threatening me?” You turned on him and swallowed your mouthful.
“Not you,” He ran his tongue across his bottom lip. “I only wanna keep you safe. You and the baby.”
“You-- Don’t you ever.” Your nostrils flared as you jabbed the piece of bread towards him. “That is my mother--”
“And I’m sure she’ll be a wonderful grandmother,” He smirked. “But I can’t have anyone around my child who I can’t trust.”
“You’re sick,” You shook your head, “You really are.”
“I think you like it,” His hand wandered to your thigh again.
You went stiff but didn’t push him away. It was better to ignore him. He seemed to thrive on your spite. Besides, you were more concerned about the lunch. Not only would your family be there, but your boss and several of your co-workers. Everyone who mattered in your life. Steve had been so careful to fit them into his little blueprint.
You sighed and rubbed your stomach without thought. Steve’s hand left your thigh cold but settled over your own. You kept your eyes ahead and tore your hand out from beneath his. He pressed his palm to your middle. He held it there as you glanced at the door.
“You’re growing,” He whispered excitedly.
“Shh,” You batted him away as you saw a familiar redhead at the doors. “Nat is here. Bruce too.”
He drew away reluctantly and stood as your first guests approached. You rose and greeted them along with Steve, thankful for a buffer. You sat and checked the time. You wished you could hit fast forward on this whole farce. Better yet, you’d give anything to undo all that had led to it.
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Tony was the last to arrive. He always was. Pepper badgered at him as they approached the table and apologized for their delay. Your parents were introduced and they apologized that your sister could not make the gathering. You smiled numbly as you watched the interloping of friends and family. You just wanted to hug your mom and beg her to take you with her.
“I was surprised,” Your mother said gaily, “She never said much about Steve but I mean, what do you say?”
You cringed at your mother’s fawning. Steve basked in the golden light of his reputation and looks. It was easy for him. He had deceived you just as easily. You sipped your water quietly and longed for the chardonnay Wanda nursed diligently.
“Well, I’m afraid to say that’s my fault,” Steve preened. “It’s a lot easier to figure these things out when it’s just the two of you. Especially as co-workers and--”
“Oh, yes, our golden boy is just as bad as all the others,” Tony piped up. “But don’t worry, I have a team for damage control and they’re used to cleaning up after him.”
Steve rolled his eyes and chuckled. “Yeah, but they wouldn’t be so skilled if they didn’t work for you.”
Tony shrugged and took a drink. “Well…” Pepper elbowed him and your father laughed to himself.
“The important thing is that you’re happy,” Your mother said. “It’s good to be cautious.”
You grumbled and stabbed at your salad. You wanted to sink the tines into someone in particular but you resisted as there was too much of an audience. You nodded and shoved your mouth full of lettuce to keep from a smart remark.
“Well, we did try to be…” Steve stood and you craned your neck to look up at him. You swallowed as he took his glass and your heart stopped. “I’d like to say something.” Your eyes rounded and you shook your head frantically. “While I did bring you here for a birthday, I, or we, have some news.”
You could barely breathe as you watched through a haze. The words were muffled and yet all too clear as he spoke them. You gripped the edge of the table.
“Steve…” You whispered but he ignored you.
“We know it’s a bit early but we’re very excited to go on this adventure together,” Steve reached down and took your hand. He pulled you up to your feet and you avoided the gaze of every person at the table. You stared at your plate. “We’re… pregnant. Three months now.”
“Jesus, this guy works fast,” Tony said.
“Tony.” Pepper remanded.
“A baby!” Wanda sang and you winced.
You lifted your head shyly and looked to your parents. Your father’s brows were raised as high as they could go but your mother beamed in delight. She stood and swiftly rounded the table. Steve let go of you as she drew you into a hug and you let her. If you had any strength left in you, you wouldn’t be able to keep from throttling Steve.
“Congratulations,” She held you at arms length and took you in. “I should have known.”
“Mom,” You warned. “Really…”
“Oh, honey, I’m so happy for you,” She hugged you again and then sidled past to hug Steve too. “You take care of my girl.”
“He better,” Your father said curtly from across the table. He still hadn’t moved.
“Working on,” Steve assured as he waited for you to sit first. “Actually, there is more.” You squinted and looked at him. “We’re moving away from the city. We’ve been looking at house just north of here.”
“Wait,” Bruce said. “Wait, you’re… moving?”
“Well, she won’t be able to work in the lab much longer, will she?” Steve countered. “Even if we stayed, she’d have at least a year of leave to take care of the baby. You’ll be down a tech anyway.”
“Steve, you’ve really done it,” Tony teased. “First you fill my desk with paperwork and now you’re stealing my best tech.”
You were breathless. Stunned. He hadn’t mentioned anything about moving away from the city. Sure, he’d alluded to getting you out of your single apartment but not this. And your job? How many times had he sworn you wouldn’t lose it and now he was taking it from you by force. You sat in a daze.
“Excuse me,” You stood suddenly. “I gotta… use the restroom.”
You stormed away to the small alcove that led to the facilities. You touched your forehead and tried to think. As you turned back, Steve was there and you growled.
“Goddamnit, you wanna give me a minute?”
“What’s wrong?” He asked.
“What’s wrong? What’s wrong?! I’m not moving and I’m not quitting my job.” You spat. “How can you-- I’ve worked years for this and now you’re just going to take it all away and for what? A baby? A stupid baby?”
“For a life. A family. For us.” He grabbed your arm and shoved you into the men’s. He locked the door behind him. “Look, I found us a real nice place. Perfect for us; for the kids.”
“Kid,” You insisted.
“We’ll see,” He countered. “Now, you need to calm down. You don’t wanna stress out the baby.”
“You’re stressing me out,” You returned.
He inhaled deeply and his jaw tensed. His eyes darkened as he glared down at you.
“Well, you do have options; the first is you go along willingly and your mother, your father, your sister, well, they get to come visit and it’s all just one happy family.” He backed you up against the sink. “The second is you keep being a little bitch and I’ll drag you up there myself and you won’t see any of them again.”
“Yeah, right,” You scoffed. “And when they wonder why their daughter is MIA?”
“You’re acting erratic. Your recent history at work shows a change in behaviour; you been dodging phone calls from your family.” He smirked. “I’ve bought you a house, I’ve taken care of you, and all of a sudden, you’ve just left. You’ve run away and poor Steve Rogers is left to raise a child all on his own. A child you abandoned so callously.”
You gaped at him. You sputtered and your lip trembled. “You’re… insane.”
“I’m doing what I have to for my family,” He leaned in so that his nose almost touched yours. “For our family. So, settle down, put a smile on, and let’s go back to lunch.”
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You suspected that even if the hormones hadn’t ravaged your emotions, you would be distraught. You stood in your empty apartment and looked around at the bare walls. How quickly your entire life was packed away into boxes. How quickly it had become someone else’s. You went to the window and looked out at the moving truck below.
Your last day at the lab was harder. You could see Bruce was upset but he wouldn’t say it. He only smiled and wished you the best. Promised to see you at the shower, as everyone else had. It was all about the baby now. All about that life growing in your stomach with each day. You could no longer hide it now in the midst of your fourth month.
And it didn’t deter Steve. It only seemed to inflame him. When he was near, his hand was on your stomach and it never took very long until it wandered. Until he was all over you and you were lost in the same delirium which started this mess. Your own weakness. For him.
The door open and closed. It echoed in the airy apartment. You turned as Steve put his hands on his hips and took in the expanse of the barren room. He sighed, content.
“The movers are heading out. We’ll follow them up and get settled in tomorrow.” He said. “Couple hours on the road but we should be in time for supper.”
You shrugged and stepped away from the window. “Okay.” You said dully. You didn’t want to leave; that meant it was all so final. Even as your body changed, as you felt the life inside of you bloom, it just wasn’t real to you. It was like a nightmare; vivid and suffocating.
“You’re gonna miss this place, aren’t you?” He met you at the counter that divided kitchen and living room. “Trust me, our new place is nicer. Bigger.”
“You really don’t care, do you?” You turned to him. “So why do you pretend?”
“What?” He blinked.
“If you cared about me at all, you wouldn’t have done this. You wouldn’t force this on me. You wouldn’t--”
“I have done this,” He cradled your face and pressed himself to you. “Because I care.” He turned you so that you were between him and the counter. “Because out of a dozen, hundreds, thousands of women, I chose you.”
“Steve,” You grabbed his hand. “Please.”
“You’ll have your memories but we’ll make better ones,” He slipped his hand out from beneath yours and gripped the edge of the counter as trapped you against it. “But we can make another before we go.”
“Ugh,” You pushed on his chest. “Really?”
“Turn around,” He leaned in. “Come on.”
“Let’s just go,” You tried to shove his arm away but he didn’t budge.
“Or we can make a pit stop along the way?” He offered. “Hmm?”
You rolled your eyes and turned slowly to face the counter. His pulled away from the counter and dragged his hands down your back and lingered on your hips. You shivered as his fingertips sent a thrill through you. You grasped the edge of the counter as he backed you up just slightly. He hooked his thumbs under your pants and pushed them to your thighs.
You leaned on the counter as his zipper whispered behind you and the denim of his jeans brushed against your ass. You hung your head. It would appease him as much as you. Lately, you had grown ravenous. You read online that it was the hormones but that was an easy excuse.
He slid his hand between your legs. You were already wet. He delved between your folds and flicked over your clit. You twitched and let out a gasp. He did it again. He pushed himself against you and slipped his hand out to guide his cock to you. He wetted his tip and eased past your swollen lips.
You bent lower as he sank into you slowly. You let out a rattling breath as he buried himself entirely. He gave a careful thrust and you arched your back. He bent over you and pushed your shirt up as he stretched his hand across your stomach. He nuzzled your neck as he held you to him and began to rock.
“See how much you’re growing?” He purred as you closed your eyes. You grasped at the counter as he moved against you.
You panted as the sweat formed along your back and thighs. Your walls strained around him and you pushed back against him eagerly. His motion sent tingles along your spine as he sped up with each tilt of his hips. He kept his hand on your stomach as his other gripped your shoulder. He fucked you harder as the mewls rose louder and louder from your lips.
The slick sounds bounced off the corner of the apartment and danced around you. You hissed as you felt the steep rise. Your core thrummed and you dug your nails into the countertop. Your lips formed an O as you came silently, too enraptured to make a noise. You shook in utter delight and clung to the moment of bliss.
Steve kept his arm wrapped around you and pulled you straight. You were on tip toes as he rutted into you. His grunts were loud and untamed. He snarled as he climaxed. He spasmed as he came and his ragged breaths brushed over your hair. He held you close as he stilled and lingered inside of you. He kissed your crown and held his lips there for a moment.
He released you gently and pulled out of you. He was quick to draw your panties back up and his semen seeped into the cotton. He tucked himself away as he rounded you.
“Don’t,” He warned. “Jeans up. I want you to stay like that. I want me in you until we get there.”
You gulped and reluctantly pulled up your pants. You zipped up the fly and shuddered as you felt his cum cooling in your panties. He reached out and straightened the hem of your shirt, certain to graze your bump with his fingers.
“Come on,” He smiled as he took your hand. “We got a long ride.”
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The drive was long. For the first hour, you were restless. Then you dozed to the steady turn of the tires and the bustling wind of the highway. When you woke, you were on the lazy curved streets of some suburban retreat. You yawned and sat up in your seat. Steve reached over and squeezed your leg.
“Almost there,” He assured you.
You nodded and crossed your arms as you watched the houses pass. You missed the city already.
The sun was on its decline as the street lights flickered on. Mothers called to their children to come inside as you passed. The lawns were all neatly trimmed, the houses cookie cutter, and the picket fences pristine. You frowned.
Was this to be the rest of your life? This humdrum feminine mystique?
You looked over at Steve. How could a monster be so daft? Is this all he ever wanted? A swatch among this quilt of antiquated domesticity. He turned down another winding street and another until he finally pulled into a driveway next to the moving truck. The house was like any other; another lifeless clone.
You stared up at your new prison as Steve got out of the car. He came around to your side and opened the door. “I’m gonna check on the movers and then we’ve got dinner plans.” He checked his watch. “Running a bit behind but it was worth it.”
You grumbled and climbed out of the card reluctantly. Dinner plans? You hovered around the car as Steve headed for the front door. A mover emerged at the same time and he laughed off their near collision. You watched as he chatted with the man in his torn jeans. He clapped his shoulder and strode back down the drive.
“They’re almost done,” He smiled. “Should be by the time we’re done with our housewarming.”
You shook your head, confused. He grabbed your hand and led you down the drive to the sidewalk. “What’s--”
“Well, there was one friend who couldn’t make our little lunch but he wants to welcome us to the neighbourhood,” Steve pulled you up the next walk.
“Can’t I change first?” You looked down at yourself. “I mean…”
“No one will know,” He grinned. “And besides, we’ve already kept them waiting.” He stopped at the front door and rang the doorbell. You squirmed beside him. He nudged you as he waited for an answer. “Smile.”
You forced your lips to curve though it felt like more of a scowl. The door opened at last and woman stood before you. Her eyes were wide but not unwelcoming. She wore a red dress with polka-dots and a pair of mary jane flats.
“Steve,” She greeted meekly. “And this is?”
Steve introduced you and stepped forward to kiss the woman’s cheek. “Bucky hiding from us?”
“James is in his office.” She answered as she clung to the door and backed up. “Please, come in. Dinner’s waiting.”
“Thanks,” Steve waited for you to enter first and followed closely. The woman turned away quickly and scurried down the hall. You heard a knock and then her voice. “James, they’re here.”
She returned and waved you after her into the dining room. Plates and cutlery were set out, waiting for you. She looked at Steve and then you. Her eyes rounded as she saw your stomach. You shielded it with your hand and she blanched. She tore her eyes away quickly.
“Sit,” She said. “Please.”
She clasped her hands together and retreated to the kitchen. You sat as you listened to her clinking around before she returned with a tray. She set out a pitcher of water and a bowl of bread. She flitted back into the kitchen and emerged with a platter of roast beef. Next, a bowl of steaming potatoes and another of roasted veggies. As she set down the last, a shadow appeared in the doorway.
“About time.” Steve chimed as he stood. He shook the dark-haired man’s hand.
You recognized him though you’d never met him. Steve introduced you with a smile. You shook his hand in kind and sat back down. His wife, or whatever she was, emerged once more and sat beside him. She played with the gold chain around her neck.
“So,” Bucky began to serve himself from the platter of roast. “How far along are you? If that’s not too forward.”
You sniffed and poured yourself some water. “About four month,” You answered evenly.
“Mmm,” He nodded and glanced to the woman beside him. “We’re still trying.” She nodded and kept quiet as she scooped veggies onto her plate. She chewed her lip as she sat back and glanced over at Bucky. “But you know, the trying’s the fun part.”
She looked down embarrassed. You peeked over at Steve as he watched her too. He was unfazed by her reaction though it made you uncomfortable. Although it never seemed to bother Steve. You tried to smile at her but she avoided your gaze and poked at her food with her fork.
“A couple of months won’t make much of a difference. I’m sure our little ones will get along.” Steve said cheerily.
She grumbled and Bucky nodded. He ate diligently as the woman stared up at the ceiling.
“So, uh,” You began through the tense silence. “You have a lovely house. How long have you two lived here?”
“How long…” She began and looked to Bucky again. He shrugged at her. “I just moved in um, well, you know it all just blends together.”
“I’ve been here about a year,” Bucky said. “Wanted to fix it up a little before she moved in, you know?” She nodded and crushed a roasted yam with her fork. He sighed and grabbed her hand. “You know, if you actually ate the food, you might not be having so many issues.”
You reeled in shock at his tone. She apologized under her breath and tore her hand away. Her lips curled in barely restrained irritation. He shook his head and went back to his food.
“Well, early on, I couldn’t eat a thing so it might be a good sign,” You offered. “Stomach would just turn so quickly--”
“Harder when you have to eat next to him,” She growled as she tossed her fork on the plate.
“Don’t,” He warned.
You looked at Steve again but he only seemed amused by the scene. As you turned back to her, she flipped her plate over so that her food smeared across the table. She crossed her arms and glared at Bucky.
“What are you going do, hmm? We have guests.” She sang the last words like a bird.
Bucky set down his fork deliberately and sighed. He cleared his throat and smiled over at Steve and then you. He stood and squeezed the woman’s shoulder.
“Excuse us, she’s on some supplement right now and they're not agreeing with her.” He reached down and grabbed her elbow and made her stand. “She’s a bit hormonal.”
She seethed as he turned her away and directed her into the hall and around the corner. You heard a door slam and muffled voices.
“What the fuck?” You turned to Steve and he shrugged.
“Oh, you know, they fight like cats and dogs but the chemistry is--”
“They’re gonna murder each other,” You gasped. “The two of you are fucking nuts.”
“You know, she said the same thing,” Steve chuckled. “I think you’ll get along.”
“What has he done to her?”
“Well…” He paused and raised his finger for silence.
You listened. You didn’t hear anything at first. Then it slowly drifted through the wall. Moans. Hers and his. The rocking of some unseen furniture. Steve tilted his head coyly.
“Just a bit of tension,” He said. “You know how it is.”
“We should go.” You lowered your voice.
“Without saying goodbye? Oh, come on, we’re all adults here.” He said coolly. “They shouldn’t be too long.”
You sat back, stunned. Your eyes ran along every inch of the wall, the polished wooden floors, the carefully arranged flowers. It was all so perfect; so precise; so very fake. Your eyes went to the window, the siding of the next house; your house. The breath went out of you and you cradled your stomach.
The woman’s voice was louder now and hard to ignore. Is that what you sounded like? You glanced over at Steve and gulped. He leaned on the arm of his chair as he reached to touch your arm. Your heart clutched and the world stood still, held in the palm of his hand.
“Isn’t it nice?” He said. “You’ll have a friend. The kid too.”
THE END FOR NOW
Heart-Shaped Box 💟 8
Warnings: noncon/dubcon sex, obsession, possessive, breeding, sex pollen.
This is dark!Bucky and explicit. 18+ only.
Summary: You accept a job as an au pair, but not all is as it seems.
Note: Another chapter. Still deciding about where this is going. Also working on another popular series and might have a short break from posting to figure it all out but who knows? Hope you all enjoy.
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You wiped your hands and your thighs with the tissue. You did your best to clean away the mess along your skirt. The white polka dots helped disguise it but you were still paranoid. Well, who was really looking that close? You did your best to tidy yourself, your lips still sore from the belt. Your core pulsed with each move, hungry for more.
James opened the door and waited for you. He closed the door behind you and nudged you down the hall. As you entered the dining room, he jabbed you with his finger.
“Clean up your mess.” He ordered.
Steve and his girl watched you silently as James sat. You avoided looking at them as you lifted the plate and scraped the food back onto it. As you passed him, James leaned back and smacked your ass. The slap resounded in the silence. You stopped and closed your eyes, humiliated. Then you carried on.
“You don’t wanna eat, that’s fine by me,” James said as you returned with a cloth.
You wiped clean the table as he tended to his own food. You finished and went back to the kitchen as you dumped your pile of leftovers and rinsed the plate. When you finished, you passed back into the dining room and sat beside James. You stared at your hands as forks clinked on plates.
“We’re gonna try to explore the town once we get settled, any suggestions?” Steve asked.
Bucky shifted in his chair and drank from his glass. He swallowed loudly before he spoke. “Just the main strip really. They have some interesting shops. There’s a cafe called Rhonda’s. Great sandwiches.” He elbowed you. “Right?”
You nodded and he cleared his throat. You sat up and looked at Steve and then the woman.
“Yes, it’s very...quaint.” You answered stiffly.
You were quiet again as you thought of that day you’d gone to town; the small cafe, the man who seemed, rather proven, too good to be true. He was nice then, you were too. Naive. In a way, he’d done you a favour. Taught you an important lesson.
“Well, I must say, not much could top this,” Steve scraped his plate with his fork. “Hell of a cook.”
“Thank you,” You said meekly. “I’ll get the dishes.”
You stood slowly. James didn’t stop you as you began to gather the empty plates. They remained as they were and you cleared the cutlery and cups as well. As you swept back in to take the platter of uneaten roast, James rose.
“Tea or coffee with your desserts?” He asked.
You blanched but said nothing. You hadn’t prepared a dessert but you supposed he didn’t care. You’d have to figure something out. Steve pushed himself to his feet and his girl did the same.
“Tea’s fine,” He looked to her. “Right, honey?”
She gave half a shrug and righted herself. “Sure. Tea. Great.” She forced out. “Uh… I could help… with the dishes and tidying?”
You looked at James. He glanced at you and sighed. “If that’s what you want,” He said. “I’m sure she can handle it on her own, though.”
“I don’t mind. We’re guests and… You don’t mind?” She asked you directly. James bristled at her disregard.
“No, I’d like that,” You said. “Thank you.”
James shook his head and turned away. He gestured for Steve to follow him and they left you. You turned with the platter and scurried back to the kitchen. She followed you, though with less impetus. She brought the bowl of veggies and you began to empty the leftovers into a large tupperware container. She did the same as you stayed quiet.
You clicked the lid on and shoved it in the fridge. You sensed her watching you as you turned on the sink and filled it. You added soap and slid the plates into the water as it began to bubble. She came up beside you, closer than you expected as she stood by the dish rack.
“I can do them,” She offered. “How about you dry?”
You considered for a moment then nodded. You switched places with her as she turned off the faucet and dipped her hands into the sink. You watched her work and leaned on the counter. You ran your fingers along the hem of your dress and felt unthinkingly along your tender ass.
“You okay?” She asked and shook you from your trance.
“Uh...yeah,” You lied and grabbed the towel from the bar behind you. “I’m sorry… you had to see that. He’s right. I’m emotional.”
“Well, he’s not very nice,” She commented as the water splashed softly around her hands.
You took the plate she set in the rack and dried it, afraid to confirm her statement. What would James do if he heard you were talking shit to this stranger? She’d surely tell Steve and you didn’t imagine he’d keep a secret from his best friend. And, it occurred to you, he might hurt her too.
“How long have you been together?” She asked.
You blinked and opened the cupboard. You put the plate away and reached for the next. You pretended she hadn’t said anything.
“Hello?” She stopped and turned from the sink. “I asked how long you’ve been together?”
“I don’t know,” You blurted out as you spun back to her. “And… I’m not…” You shook your head and went silent.
She stared at you for a moment. Your eyes flitted away shyly. Could she see through you so easily?
“It’s okay, me and Steve aren’t really together either.” She reached back into the water. “Not really but he didn’t give me much of a choice.”
“What?” You breathed. “Really?”
“Really,” She set another plate to dry. “I don’t wanna live in the suburbs; don’t even want this baby but… I don’t know. Won’t be so bad if I’m not alone.”
You dried the plate and put it away as she finished with the last one. “No?” You wondered.
“Well, I guess they’re right about one thing,” She said as she began on the glasses. “We could be friends. Should be. Would be very dull otherwise.”
Your lips threatened to curl and you lowered your chin to hide the glimmer of a smile. “Yeah, maybe.”
“You’re braver than me,” She chuckled. “I’ve had it out with Steve but don’t think I’ve ever talked to him like that.”
“Yeah?” You looked up.
“But what he did… Well…” She pressed her lips together. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be, please,” You said. “I’m sorry enough for myself.”
“And did…” She lowered her voice and peeked at the door. “Did you ever try to run?”
“He caught me,” You said. “I locked him--” You paused again. Your heart hammered. “I locked him in the basement after the first time we.. he… I made it as far as the highway. That’s when I met Steve.”
“You met him before?” She asked.
“Yeah, I actually ran into him when I escaped and didn’t even realize it.” You scoffed. “Two of a kind, aren’t they?”
“Sounds like,” She nodded as she continued to blindly scrub the dishes. “He knows my parents, knows my friends, knows everything he needs to to keep me in line. I’d run but… can’t see it ending up any different than you.”
“I’d never wish it on anyone else but… it’s almost comforting to know I’m not the only one.” You admitted. “I’m sorry.”
“No, don’t be. Neither of us could have--” She finished and pulled the drain. “We can’t blame ourselves for their actions. We can only counteract them.”
You tilted your head and arched a brow. “Counteract?”
“They want their little white picket fence,” She grinned. “Well, let’s not make it so easy for them.”
💟
You made cream puffs. Quick, easy. Your mother’s old recipe. You worked on the cream as the woman brewed the tea. You put it all on a tray and carried it as she followed. You felt something you hadn’t in a long time. Not hope. Purpose, perhaps. Maybe you’d never get out of here, but if you were to stay, you’d make it hell for both of you.
Steve and James were in the living room. You set the tray on the coffee table as she sat beside Steve on the couch. You poured the tea and set out the plates accordingly. You made to sit on the other side of Steve but James tsked before you could. He shook his head as he snapped his fingers at you. He rubbed his thigh with a smirk.
You cringed and slowly neared him. This was another game. Another show of his power over you. You held your breath as you turned and carefully sat on his lap. You clung to the arm of the chair as you let out a long silent sigh. His hand snaked around and settled on your thigh.
“Well, look at that,” He mused. “Looks almost worth the wait.”
You kept from rolling your eyes as the others took their plates. You didn’t move as James’ fingers played with your skirt. You felt him getting hard beneath you. Worse, you felt the familiar plucking in your own loins.
“We were just talking. We thought you girls could get our stuff settled in,” Steve said as he slid closer to his girl. “She can help you get organized, and the heavier boxes of course. Me and Buck can deal with any furniture. You can get to know each other.”
“Yes,” James tickled your thigh. “Maybe learn a few things along the way.”
You stiffened and bent forward to take your plate. He seemed entirely disinterested in his.
“We have a guest room,” James offered. “If you didn’t wanna worry about getting something up tonight.”
“You know, I think we’ll take it,” Steve said between bites as he poked his fork in the air. “It was a long drive and...mmm, these are really good.”
“Thank you.” You said.
“It was all her,” The woman said. “But I made the tea.”
“Delicious. Maybe she can share some of her recipes.” Steve smiled. The comment backhanded enough to make her frown. You did too.
“Well…” Bucky’s fingers tapped on your leg. “She’s improving.”
You caught his fingers as you balanced your plate in one hand. He tore his hand away and pinched you. You squeaked and your plate wobbled before you righted it quickly. You huffed and stood.
“You’re going to make a mess.” You turned on James.
“Sit down.” He said evenly.
“No,” You put your plate down and grabbed his. “I made you dessert and you haven’t even touched it.”
“I’ll eat when you sit down.” He insisted. “Do I have to remind you, again, that we have guests?”
"Maybe you need to remember that,” You hissed. “Since you’re being an asshole.”
His nostrils flared as he seethed. He slowly leaned forward and for a moment, you thought he was going to grab you. He took the plate instead and sat back. He gestured to the couch.
“Sit. Eat, then.” He growled. “We’ll talk later.”
💟
When you finished dessert, you tidied up the cups and plates on your own. Steve and his girl went to get their bags as James waited for them by the door. You listened to their voices fade as they ascended the stairs. You washed up the last of the dishes and put them away.
He was in the doorway, so quiet you hadn’t noticed him. James beckoned you over with two fingers. You slowly walked around the counter and neared him.
“Time for bed.” He said curtly.
He led you through the dining room and to the staircase. You stopped as he began to climb and he looked back at you. “Well?”
You didn’t argue. You continued up after him and down the hall to the door at the very end. You’d never been in his room. It was always locked. The one room that wasn’t on your list. Gears whirred as he grabbed the handle, the same mechanism as that in the basement. He entered and waited for you to do the same before he closed the door firmly. The lock clicked back into place.
Was this merely a show for his guests? What pretense was left to them?
You looked around anxiously. The curtains were open, a dark navy with white edges. They matched the bedding across the king bed and the night tables were sleek and black like the tall dresser.
There was another bookcase, this one filled with various antiques; the most peculiar was an old leather arm prosthetic; worn and scuffed. You crossed to it without thinking as he moved around on the other side of the bed. You stared at the carefully crafted limb, the thick laces that held together the leather.
“What are you doing?” He asked. “You can’t wear that to bed.”
You spun to face him as he tossed his clothes in a tall wicker hamper in the corner. He was unashamed of his nudity as his hard cock bobbed with each step. He sat on the bed and moved the pillow up against the headboard as he turned to stretch his legs out across the mattress. He watched you, his eyes drawn by your fingers as they picked at the skirt of your dress.
“We won’t be sleeping for a while,” He said smugly.
You looked at the floor to keep from rolling your eyes. You rounded the bed and pulled the dress over your head. You dropped it atop his clothes in the hamper and kicked off your flats. You slowly turned back to him and he reached out to you. You reluctantly neared the bed and he gripped your wrist tightly to drag you over to him.
You let him pull you up onto the bed. He guided your body over his until you straddled him, his cock prodded you from below. He ran his palms along your thighs and pinched them. You slapped his hands and he snickered. He looked up at you and his metal hand shot up to frame your face. His held your jaw as his other hand, his real hand, crept along your body.
“So…” He tweaked your nipple and cupped your tit. “What did you tell her?”
“Tell her?” You breathed. His touch overwhelmed your reticence. “Nothing.”
“Don’t lie to me.” He squeezed your jaw. “If you’re honest, it’s all so easy.”
“There was nothing I could tell her that she couldn’t already have guessed,” You hissed. “Didn’t have to say much. She’s smart.”
“And… what did she tell you?” He asked as he pinched your other nipple.
“N-nothing!” You squealed. “She talked about the baby. About moving. That’s all.”
“And what did she say about the baby and moving?” His fingers grazed your stomach and sent shivered through you.
“I… that she wasn’t...she doesn’t feel ready, is all.” You lied.
He smiled and nodded. His metal hand slipped down to your neck. He pulled you closer as his other hand pushed between your legs. He rubbed along your folds and you gasped. “What about you, hmm?” His voice was low and gristly. “Are you ready?”
You gulped and your eyes widened. He dragged his fingers along your thigh and spread your arousal along your skin. He felt around between you and pressed the head of his cock past your clit and along your folds. You tried to shove yourself away from him with your hands on his hard stomach.
He poked at your entrance and jerked his hips up slightly. His tip slid inside of you and his hand snaked up your thigh to your hip. He forced you down and you let out an airy groan. His other hand fell away from your neck and mirrored his other. Slowly, he rocked your body.
“Move,” He growled. “And don’t stop till I tell you to.”
His hands brushed down your hips and along your thighs. You kept the motion he had set. You couldn’t deny that it felt good. Your blood began to boil with that familiar and ever-present yearning. He watched you, his eyes drifted up and down your body as his fingers followed.
His lashes flicked as his gaze stopped between your legs. He licked his lips at the sight. He ran his thumb down your vee and along your clit. He circled your bud and you bucked at the sensation. He did it again and again. You mewled pathetically as your hips stuttered.
“Faster,” He breathed.
You sped up as you reached to brace yourself. You grasped his shoulders as you worked against him. He continued to play with you as you murmured in response. His other hand stretched across your ass as his fingers toyed with you. You leaned on him heavily as you felt the coil tighten.
“Say it,” His fingers slowed, just enough to keep you teetering on the edge of your climax. “Say you want me.”
You shook your head and bit your tongue as you rocked faster, trying to find the friction you needed. He slapped your ass and you whimpered. He pushed his thumb against your clit as he stilled his hand.
“Say. It.” He snarled.
“I want you,” You begged. “Please, I want you.”
He smirked and flicked his thumb. He twirled around your bud and you bucked wildly atop him. You were almost there.
“Again.” He demanded.
“I want you,” You uttered.
“Keep going.” He purred.
“I want you, I want you…” You chanted the words over and over as you reached for your release.
Your body moved without thought. Your voice rose as you got closer and closer and finally spiked as you orgasm. You shook and whined as you came. Your thighs quivered and you slowed as the electricity flowed through you. You panted and your hands slipped down to James’ chest as your arms grew heavy.
“I didn’t say stop,” He sneered and slapped your ass with both hands. “Bad girl.”
He lifted you and pushed you onto your back before you before you could react. Still inside you, he pinned you to the bed. He thrust into you so deep you cried out. He hooked his arms up under yours and wrapped you in his heat. He didn’t waver, didn’t stop; but plunged into you harder and harder.
“Say it,” He hissed.
“I want you.” You squealed.
He hummed as his sweaty torso brushed against yours. “Again.” He rasped. You kept going, repeating the mantra each time he thrust.
You were close to peaking again. Your voice was shrill and untamed. He sat back on his knees and pulled your legs up against his chest. He was quick to resume his former pace. His hands gripped the back of your knees as he crashed into you. Your head lolled and you clutched at the bedspread as the ecstasy consumed you. You exclaimed as your bliss mounted once more.
He pushed your legs together and rutted into you. His groans were loud and animalistic. The bed trembled beneath you. He sank into you with a grunt and spasmed as he coated your walls. His thrusts slowed and he hugged your legs with one arm and his other hand squeezed your thigh. He shuddered and hung his head as he stopped entirely.
You tried to wriggle away and his hold on your tightened. He tutted and rolled his hips so that you squirmed. His hand crawled up your thigh and along your pelvis until it rested on your stomach.
“We’re not done yet,” He said as he began to rock against you. “Not even close.”
Heart-Shaped Box 💟 7
Warnings: noncon/dubcon sex, obsession, possessive, breeding, sex pollen.
This is dark!Bucky and explicit. 18+ only.
Summary: You accept a job as an au pair, but not all is as it seems.
Note: Okay, here we go. This chapter overlaps with GYF so we'll be caught up and get wild in the next one. Hope you enjoy.
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You dragged the cloth down the groove, your fingernail pressed deep along the frame’s edge. You stared at the stock image of an orchard set in an eerie black and white. Would these frames one day be set with images of you? Of the child James hoped for? The house was cookie cutter; trimmed from the pages of any homemaking magazine; DIY feng shui or whatever nonsense they sold.
Your flats brushed over the area rug rolled out along the center of the hallway. Your name sounded from the next room. You lowered the cloth and crept to the doorway. James sat in the middle of the room, just next to the bunk beds, parts laid out all around him as he screwed a drawer together. The former dresser was disposed of.
“You should start on dinner soon,” He said. “We will be having guests.”
“What do you mean?” You asked.
“Steve should be on his way. City isn’t very far,” He took another screw and sighed. “He’ll be bringing his girl with him.”
“His girl?” You wondered.
“Yes,” He said, exasperated as he tightened the screw and turned over the drawer. “I expect you on your best behaviour.”
You were silent as he set aside the drawer with several others. He got to his knees and set to arranging the larger boards on the shape of the frame. Your heart fluttered. You thought about this girl. Was she like you? Probably not. Steve, despite some lewdness, seemed sweet, especially in contrast to his old pal. You crossed your arms.
“Well?” He looked over at you.
“Yes, sir.” You muttered.
“I mean it,” He stopped what he was doing and let the L of wood fall onto its side. He stood and marched over to you. “Don’t think they’ll save you. The rules stand and I expect you to follow them.” He pointed the screwdriver at you as he came within inches. “Understood?”
You rolled your eyes and nodded. He turned the screwdriver in his hand and shoved the handle under your chin. He forced your head up until you looked at him. His jaw was set in irritation. He growled your name in warning.
“Yes, sir,” You recited staunchly. “I’ll behave.”
He shook his head and dropped his hand. You touched your chin where he had jabbed the screwdriver. He fidgeted with the tool as he turned his back to you. “Well, you should get started.” He said. “I’ll be down to check on you shortly.”
You watched him kneel again as he grabbed another piece of wood. You frowned as you lingered for just a moment. You eyed the screwdriver, the toolbox open on the other side of him. If only… well, really, even if you could snag something, you weren’t faster or stronger.
You spun away and retreated down the hall. Your thighs brushed together as you tramped down the stairs and you murmured. He hadn’t touched you in the two days since your tantrum but the pills continued. You were able to distract yourself with your chores but the unwavering plucking had you on edge.
You were antsy; impatient. More so, disappointed in yourself as you sank into thoughts of his body; of his touch. You couldn’t help but think of the sight of him as he worked on building that dresser. His broad shoulders, his firm grasp, the bulge of his muscles under his tee. You shuddered as you pushed the fantasies away.
No, he wasn’t what you wanted. He couldn’t be, he was your captor. He was a tyrant. He was the reason you couldn’t sit without squeaking. The reason you spent your nights behind lock and key. And, more importantly, he was the reason you felt that tickle. It wasn’t real, it was just another facet of his twisted creation. As artificial as the stock photos and plastic flowers.
None of this was real, you told yourself, it was all a nightmare.
💟
When James finished upstairs, he came to look in on you in the kitchen. He was quiet as you prepped the evening’s meal; a roast with veggies. Content with your domestic tedium, he left and you heard him climb the stairs before descending once more, followed by the distant snap of his office door.
You busied yourself with tidying and setting the table as the food cooked then hovered around the living room. You peeked out the window as you heard people at the next house; a moving truck. You watched the men in torn jeans and sweat shirts as they unloaded the furniture and boxes. You tried to unlock the window but the latch wouldn’t turn. You just wanted some air.
You pulled your feet up onto the couch as you sat. The aromas of your cooking wafted in from across the hall. The windows slowly hazed as the sun began to sink. The timer dinged and you rose to stop it before the chimes started again. You shut off the time and pulled out the pan. You lifted the lid and checked the colour. It was done but there was no one yet to serve.
You put it back in the oven on warm and leaned against the counter. You could hear the movers still, then another car. You perked up as shadows darkened the dining room curtains and you went to the doorway to watch them loom closer. They disappeared to the front door and the bell rang. You blinked and waited.
Nothing. James did not emerge, not even a shuffle from that direction. You slowly walked across the room and paused as you entered the hallway. You listened to the voices on the other side; their words muffled by the door. You reached for the handle and were stunned when it turned. It turned! It had been unlocked all day and you hadn’t even…
“Steve,” You greeted as you opened the door. You looked to the woman beside him. “And this is?”
Steve told you her name before he bent to kiss your cheek. “Bucky hiding from us? He asked.
“James is in his office.” You said as you held onto the door and pulled it all the way back. You wouldn’t call him by that name. He wasn’t your friend. “Please, come in. Dinner’s waiting.”
“Thanks,” Steve ushered his companion in first and followed her closely. You watched them for a moment and then scurried down the hall. You knocked on the office door and your stomach churned. “James, they’re here.”
“I’ll be out in a moment.” You heard him call from the other side.
You nodded to yourself and returned to the entryway. You waved to your visitors as you passed and they followed. You looked at Steve and then the woman. Her stomach was round; a couple months or so, you guessed. She touched it and you blinked and looked away.
“Sit,” You said nervously. “Please.”
You were uncertain what else to do so you quickly fled into the kitchen. You sliced some bread and filled a pitcher. You placed them on a tray and carried them. You retreated again and pulled out the roast and carved it. You set the pieces on a platter and added it to the table, along with a bowl of roasted veggies. You looked up as James’ broad figure filled the doorway.
“About time,” Steve greeted and rose to shake his hand.
James sat and you flitted across to sit beside him. Your fingers ran along the golden chain around your neck. You cursed yourself as you thought of the door; still unlocked. It must’ve been quite amusing to him. He was taunting you.
“So,” Bucky said as he took a piece of roast. “How far along are you? If that’s not too forward?”
The woman sniffed and poured herself water from the pitcher. She spoke in a dull tone. “About four months.”
“Mmm,” James nodded and looked to you. “We’re still trying.” You ignored him and scooped some vegetables onto your plate. You peeked at Jame as you sat back. “But you know, the trying’s the fun part.”
You lowered your chin, embarrassed at the insinuation. You could sense the eyes of everyone else as they watched you. You took your fork and pushed your food around your plate as you avoided looking at anyone.
“A couple of months won’t make much of a difference.” Steve assured. “I’m sure our little ones will get along.”
You mumbled. Fuck that. You looked up at the ceiling and prayed this would all end.
“So, uh, you have a lovely house.” She said. “How long have you two lived here?”
“How long…” You tried to process her question and glanced over at James. He shrugged. “I just moved in um, well, you know it all just blends together.”
“I’ve been here about a year,” Bucky said suddenly. “Wanted to fix it up a little before she moved in, you know?” You nodded and crushed a yam. You wished it was him. He was so good at lying, wasn’t he? He had fooled you, too. He sighed and reached over to still your hand. “You know,” His metal fingers tightened over yours. “If you actually ate the food, you might not be having so many issues.”
You let out a long breath and apologized as you ripped your hand away from his. You scowled and he shook his head.
“Well, early on, I couldn’t eat a thing so it might be a good sign,” She offered. “Stomach would just turn so quickly--”
“Harder when you have to eat next to him,” You blurted out as you dropped your fork.
“Don’t,” James sneered.
You looked at him and narrowed your eyes. He knew. He knew you were close to giving up and so he unlocked the door as a test and you passed. You didn’t want to pass his stupid tests. Did he think he really owned you now? Because you were too stupid to try the fucking front door? You flipped your plate over on the table and crossed your arms defiantly.
“What are you going to do, hmm?” You trilled mockingly. “We have guests.”
Bucky’s face tensed and he lowered his fork. He sighed and cleared his throat. He made himself smile as he looked to Steve and his girl. He stood and reached over to squeeze your shoulder. His voice was thick with barely restrained anger.
“Excuse us, she’s on some supplements right now and they’re not agreeing with her,” He grabbed your elbow and pulled you to your feet. “She’s a bit hormonal.”
You tried to resist as he turned you away and dragged you into the hall. He shoved you around the corner and to his office. He let go of you as he followed you inside and slammed the door behind him. You stumbled and turned back to him.
“What the fuck are you doing?” He hissed.
“Fuck you,” You sat back. “I’m going to go crazy in this hellhole, you know that? You want a baby so bad, find a bitch who wants one.”
“Shut up,” He barked as he neared you. “Shut up.”
“You think locking me in, chaining me up, caging me, will change the fact that I don’t want you or your baby?”
“I said shut up,” He came closer and you backed away.
“I said shut up,” You mimicked.
He grabbed your chin and forced you back a step. Your legs met the front of his desk and you gripped the edge of it as his metal fingers threatened to crush your jaw.
“I warned you.” He reached down with his other hand and fumbled with the buckle of his belt. “All you had to do was be good.”
“Get off of me!” You tried to push him away despite the tickle along your thighs. He’d sparked that dormant flame that burned all day. “I don’t want you.”
“I’m going to shut you up,” He growled.
He pulled his belt free of the loops and you tried to grab onto it. His hand slipped down to your throat and he held you at arm’s length. You tried to bat the belt out of his hand as he brought it towards you. You clamped your lips shut as he pushed it too them.
“Open,” He demanded and you shook your head.
He squeezed your throat until you gasped and he shoved the leather into your mouth. He let go of you and was quick to wind the belt around your head and tighten it so that you were forced to bite down on it. You murmured around it as you lashed out to keep him away.
He pushed you back and you crashed against his desk. You knocked several ornaments over and a notebook slipped onto the floor as you fell across it. He was quick to scoop up your legs. Your skirt flew up past your waist and left you exposed. He had given you no panties since the day before. His hand stretched between your neck and shoulder as he held you pinned to the desk.
You kicked around him as he unzipped his fly. He ignored you as he stood between your legs to keep them from closing. He pushed his pants down around his thighs and pressed himself against the desk. He dragged his cock along your folds and you shuddered as your arousal eased his intrusion.
He slid into you and hooked his hand under your leg. He thrust into you and you cried out around the belt. You tried to plead with him but could form no words around the salty leather; only babble nonsensically. He jerked against you roughly as he gritted his teeth. His jaw squared in blatant anger as he punished your body with his.
“You don’t want me?” He snarled. “Hmm? Sure feels like you do.”
He crashed into you over and over as you flailed out desperately. You wanted him to stop but also to keep going. With each thrust, your resolve melted away. You wriggled as you tried to push yourself up the desk. He grabbed onto your waist and dragged you back to him as he impaled you entirely.
You let out a moan around the belt and he sped up. You reached down and latched onto his wrists. Your eyes drifted over the lines of his arms, the muscles limned beneath his shirt, the veins that lined his neck and bicep. Your voice rose against your will as your legs curled around him. You were close… and so weak.
Your body shifted back and forth across the desk as he used your body. He watched his cock glided in and out of you. You closed your eyes and turned your head away from him as you moaned wildly. He was right. As much as you hated to admit it, you wanted him, at least, the relief he could offer you. The small highs amidst the low valleys.
Your body spasmed as you came. He grabbed onto the tail of the belt and jolted your head. You opened your eyes and he pulled you up. He lifted you and pounded into you relentlessly. He bounced you against him easily as his deep groans surrounded you.
“You want me,” He grunted. “You want me.”
He swore and buried his cock to its limit. A warmth flowed through you. He leaned his head back as his chest rose and fell rapidly. He slowly lowered you back to the desk and you barely kept from collapsing across it. He pulled out of you and bit his tongue as he watched his cum drip from you. You gathered your skirt around your waist as you tried to keep it clean.
“Get up,” He breathed as he rounded his desk and pulled a tissue from his drawer. He wiped himself clean and tucked his cock away. “We have guests to attend to.”
You loosened the belt and slid it from around your head. You set it on the desk before him. You stood and noticed a ribbon of cum on your skirt. You wiped your cunt with your hand and held up your shining palm. “I have to clean up. Change.”
“No,” He scoffed as he tossed a tissue at you, “You can stay in that.”
Placebo
A sequel to Get Your Fix and Withdrawal
Special credit to @sherrybaby14 who requested the idea for the first part.
Warnings: non/dubcon sex, sex pollen, breeding kink, mentions of birth control.
This is dark!Steve Rogers and explicit. 18+ only.
Note: Are you guys ready!? Thank you so so much for your patience with this this third part. Sometimes a certain type of psycho Steve needs some time, you know? I had to let him kind of feel this one out but I like how this third chapter turned out! Let me know what you think!
The day after, you heard that Steve was on yet another mission. You were thankful as you could still feel the effects of him on your body. Your ass was sore from him slamming against you, your thighs achy, and your pussy tender still. Even the simple act of walking reminded you of the scene in the lab. Sitting across from Bruce was worse; at the very table where the super soldier had fucked you, over and over. The stool added undue pressure to your pelvis and your hips radiated in discomfort.
A week and a half passed without disturbance. You had overheard Tony speaking with Steve on the phone in passing. Difficulties in the field had prolonged the mission. That had been three days ago. You hoped it would be another week at least. The lab was quiet and calm without the fear of an impromptu visit. You and Bruce worked smoothly through the day and Tony had even joined you to fine tune a new battery cell for his suit. It almost felt as if none of it had happened. You could even believe that it had all been a horrible dream.
After work, you caught the subway to your block and stopped by the convenience store for a candy bar and a few other snacks. All day you had been thinking of something sweet. You weren’t sure if it was a coping mechanism or another side effect of the pill. As you eluded memories and the urge to touch yourself, you turned more and more to candied delights. You’d go home, make up a quick dinner, then binge as you watched Netflix on the couch. If one thing hadn’t changed, it was the monotony of your home life.
You headed down the street towards your building; your sweets in your purse. A loud honk stuttered your step and you looked around, shrugging off the usual New York road rage. A dark blue car pulled up; your stomach dropped as you recognized it. You continued walking as you heard the window glide down.
“Y/N,” Steve’s tone was taunting. When had he returned?
You ignored him and he kept his car at snail’s pace, following you. He leaned on the horn again and you stopped and spun to glare at him. “Go away!”
“I can do this all day,” He smirked, “So, get in or I’ll give us both a headache.”
“You are a headache,” You spat. You looked up and down the sidewalk as you sensed others watching. You could hear whispers; recognition of the man in the car. Steve waved to passerbys with his million dollar smile, dirty looks sent your way.
“You’re disturbing the peace, Y/N,” He remarked, “I was actually about to call Tony, you know? Ask him about the workplace regulations...whether it was acceptable for a lab assistant to be using her workspace for her personal, uh, indulgences.”
“Steve,” You stepped closer to his car, “You wouldn’t?”
“He might not believe me, but seeing is believing,” His arm was slung along his open window. “As far as tower security know, you were sat in your lab at your microscope like a good girl, but I’ve got a little gem which would prove otherwise.” He reached over and flicked his finger over his phone screen and held it out to you. A peripheral from the corner showed Steve and you on the laboratory table, his ass bouncing as he fucked you.
You covered the phone before anyone walking by could see and hissed, “Put it away!”
“A slap on the wrist for me. I’m an avenger, you can’t really replace me,” He preened, “But I suspect there’s a vast pool of techs waiting to get into Stark’s lab.” Your chest rose in anger as he retracted his phone and tossed it back in his console. “So, are you getting in?”
You walked around his car silently, arms swinging in your anger. You opened his door and dropped inside with a scowl. “Delete it,” You snarled, “I’m in. Get rid of it, now.” You reached for the phone and he swatted your hand away.
“That wasn’t the deal. You’re going to have to do a lot of convincing to make me let go of that.” He left his phone where it was. Even if you could grab it without him noticing, it was likely protected with a password or fingerprint. “I mean, it’s great content for when I’m away. All alone in the safe house...I had some pretty hot nights.”
He set off down the road and you were put off by the movement of the car. He passed your building and turned the corner. “Where are you taking me?” You crossed your arms.
“Not far,” He answered vaguely, steering with one hand as he rubbed his crotch. “Won’t make it very, if I’m honest.”
“What do you want from me?” You asked desperately. “Why won’t you just leave me alone?”
“I want all of you,” He snickered darkly. “Every last bit of you. I want me inside of you forever.”
He pulled onto a side street. Run-down buildings and potholes marked its neglect. This was a road one avoided in New York if they valued their jewelry, and even their life. He stopped the car and killed the engine, tucking the keys into the pocket along the door. He took your purse from you, a brief tug-of-war easily won, and tossed it in the back. He unbuckled his seatbelt before his hands were on his pants again. He undid his fly without pretense. You stared at him with wide eyes.
“Come on,” He urged, “It was a long mission.”
“Right here?” You glanced around at the empty street.
“Yes, right here,” He reached over and roughly unhooked the button of your pants. “Slide your seat back.”
You stared at him. The line of his jaw told you he was serious. The spark in your pelvis made it harder to refuse. You reached down to the small lever and the seat slid back to its limits. Steve pushed himself out of his seat and across the console until he was over you. He shoved his pants and boxer down so that his cock sprang forth. In an instant, he was tugging at your pants, ripping the zipper apart as his hand dragged them down past your ass. He lowered your bottoms to your knees, panties tangled in them.
As he pressed himself to you, your pants forced your knees up and you slipped down in the seat as he reclined it beneath you. You braced the door of the car as he rested his weight on top of you, your legs bent painfully. Steve slid inside of you easily, your pussy already slick. He groaned as he bottomed out, gripping the headrest just above you.
“You missed me,” He purred in your ear, “I can feel it.” He pulled out and thrust back in and a strangled moan forced its way from your throat. “You like it when I fuck you like this?” He rasped as he carried his motion, “Out here where anyone can see?” You shook your head and looked out the window. You couldn’t see much from your position.
Steve plunged into you, deeper and deeper, his hips slammed against you. The seat buckled beneath you and the whole car seemed to be rocking. You could see the reflection of his bare ass in the windshield; the muscles contracted with each violent thrust. You were sweating terribly, wrapped in his heat and your own. Your back and legs were sore from being bent but the tingle along your thighs was irresistible. His cock filled you entirely, your walls relished the sensation of him inside of you. The friction stirred your repressed lust and you hadn’t the strength to fight it. Or him.
“I couldn’t stop thinking of this,” He hummed in your ear, “Away on the mission, all I could think of was filling you up. Watching my cum drip from you.” His voice was low, gravelly, interspersed with wild breaths, “I couldn’t stop watching that video...but I didn’t wanna waste my cum. Not on me.” His movement grew jagged as he choked on his words. “Ahhhhh.”
He seemed surprised by his orgasm and the warmth seeped inside of you as he stilled. He rested his head on the seat just beside yours and shuddered. “Fuck,” He swore, rasping in your ear. He turned to press his lips to your cheek as he cradled your head with his thick hand. He remained within you as he caught his breath.
He began to move again, slow this time, and you felt him getting hard inside of you. You could feel the cum as his cock pushed it in and out of you. You closed your eyes as the electricity began to flow through your body, his pelvis rubbing on your clit. You touched your forehead as he once more reached a paramount. He hammered into you frantically, chasing yet another orgasm as yours rose in a sharp cry. You bit down on your hand as you tried to stifle it.
You felt him cum again and he leaned back as he watched himself pounding into you. He slowed and reached down to stir the mixture of both your juices from your thigh. He carefully pulled out of you and you felt the sudden gush of cum as it spilled onto the seat. He climbed back to the driver’s side awkwardly in the small space. Your feet fell back to the floor and you laid prone and weak.
Steve put his cock back in his pants and zipped up his pants. Keys jingled and the engine rumbled back to life. The car shifted into motion and you felt his hand as it slithered beneath the tails of your blouse and rested on your stomach. “Don’t worry,” He said, “I’ve got more for you, doll.”
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Your days didn’t get any easier. This time, Steve wasn’t letting up. You ran into him everywhere; the grocery store, the lab, on the street. You were certain he was stalking you and it was starting to drive you mad. Your anxiety was making you wild as well. The constant dread of when and where he would pop up. Of him dragging you away to sate his urges. It was too much for mind and body alike. You were exhausted through and through. Your nerves had your stomach constantly turning and you eyes and ears ever alert.
There was little you could do to deter him. He had the video and thus your livelihood in his hands. It took all your energy to keep up at work though you were sure Bruce was starting to notice your yawning and the dark circles under your eyes. You were currently running your hands through your hair as you tried to read the report before you. You were both hungry and completely sick. You couldn’t decide if you needed to eat or vomit. The last two weeks had scrambled everything inside of you.
There was no respite. Steve hadn’t been sent away a single day. He was always hanging around with Tony or Bucky. Lurking at the corner of your life. The thought of him made you want to retch. You leaned on the table and rubbed your stomach, trying to ease the storm. Bruce looked up over his glasses and raised a brow. “You okay?”
“Fine...I didn’t have breakfast,” You answered, dropping your hand.
“You should eat something,” He said blandly, “You have my permission to take an early lunch…” He leaned back, his eyes back on his work, “Nothing much going on here.”
You considered his offer. He was probably right. You should eat. You needed to start taking care of yourself again. You couldn’t let Steve ruin your whole life. That you had already decided on. You nodded and gave a small ‘see ya later’ to Bruce who didn’t really hear you over his work. It was fine, you were used the scientist’s solitary manner. You shrugged and grabbed your bag.
There was a cafe just across from the tower. You had stopped frequenting those inside in an effort to evade your unwanted shadow. You stepped into the jazzy din and waited in line, ordering a vanilla latte and organic breakfast wrap. Something light. You took your food and sat a table for two, enjoying the moment to yourself. You ate slowly, knowing Bruce wouldn’t notice if you were a few minutes late. Hell, he likely didn’t even know you were gone.
When you were finished, you returned your dishes to the counter and thanked the staff. You headed back onto the street, the food settling in the pit of your stomach. You grumbled as you waited for the light to change and crossed, a gassy belch rising. You couldn’t stop burping as you neared the steps of the tower and the air turned to acid. You turned in a panic, rushing to the closest trash bin, gripping the grimy metal as you spit up your late breakfast into the depths. You shakily wiped your mouth with your sleeve and pushed yourself away from the can. Shit. You must’ve caught a bug or something.
Up in the lab, Bruce was as he was before. You sat but again felt the urge to retch. You stood and braced the edge of the table. “Bruce,” You murmured, “I think I need to…” You clasped your lips together as you held back, “Go...I don’t feel so hot.”
He looked up and blanched. “Yeah, you look...off.”
“Thanks,” You grumbled dryly, “I’ll catch up tomorrow, I promise, I just, I gotta--” You held your jaw tight as you swallowed back the vomit. “Bye.” You turned and grabbed your purse, racing out of the laboratory before you spewed.
-
In a few days, the nausea still hadn’t cleared but you had attuned to it. Some pepto and you were on your way. No fever or stuffy nose so you figured it was just your anxiety. Hell, you were always on edge and you weren’t surprised your body was revolting. Steve didn’t make it any easier. The previous afternoon, he had ambushed you at the lab. You had appeased him in the tight bathroom but were convinced that someone must have heard. He wasn’t very subtle about the whole affair and was growing more and more brazen.
Still, you felt strange. You couldn’t shake the feeling that it was more than mental. It had to be physical. It lingered so persistently. You were sore and achy and couldn’t get comfortable. Not too mention the mood swings. Again, it could be reasoned that your hormones were reacting to your daily doses but you just didn’t feel right.
Then the thought eked in. That which seemed to rile Steve so much. But it was impossible. You couldn’t be. No, you were on the pill and you never missed it. Well, I mean, it wasn’t a one-hundred percent guarantee; there was that minuscule percentage. You sighed as you climbed the subway stairs, pausing before the corner pharmacy. If you just took a test you could rule it out. You hesitated before willing yourself inside.
You hid the box in your purse and carried on home. Your apartment was quiet; tense. You were sweating as the pressure built. You weren’t, you kept telling yourself. Couldn’t be. You hurried in without locking the door and dug out the box. You rushed into the washroom and sat on the toilet as you unwrapped the test. You read through the instruction and followed them carefully. You set aside the used test and waited. You stared at the ceiling counting down the seconds.
You added a few extra for your impatience and looked over to the counter. Slowly you lifted the test and felt your heart sink. No! It couldn’t be… You heard the floorboards of your living room creak. Shit. It wasn’t hard to guess what visitor had dropped in uninvited at the worst time. You gulped and gathered all the packaging and the test, stuffing it to the bottom of the bin beside the toilet. You shook out the nerves and washed your hands. He didn’t need to know.
As you emerged, Steve had found his way to your bedroom. It was the first time he had been to your apartment but found no difficulty in making himself at home. You stared at him blankly as he leaned back on his hands.
“Cute little place,” He smirked, “A wonder I haven’t dropped in earlier.”
“You’ve been following me,” You accused.
“Maybe,” He shrugged, “Must get lonely in this big bed by yourself.”
“No, not really,” You crossed your arms.
“Y/N, I thought we were past tiptoeing around this whole thing,” He sat forward and ran his hands over his thighs. “Get undressed. I want you on the bed in one minute.”
You didn’t delay in following his orders. The sooner he was done, the sooner he was gone and you could think. When you were naked, he took you gruffly. His usual pattern; decisive, dominant, dirty. You were numb to his touch as you thought of the test hidden in your trash can. You wanted to cry as you felt him cum inside of you, with the same words he had spoken before. The promise he had kept.
Your breath was ragged as he pulled out of you. You didn’t move, splayed out across the mattress. He moved to sit just beside your thigh, his hand on your stomach. You looked away and closed your eyes. He didn’t mind; he only turned you over and entered from behind. You smothered your face in the pillow, fighting the tears as they threatened to fall.
When he had cum a third time, he lifted himself from the bed and you watched his naked ass disappear through the bathroom door. You rolled over, your pussy leaking all over your bed. You didn’t care. You could hear the tap going. You breathed out and then you heard it. Laughter. You looked over to the door as Steve walked out with your bin in his hand.
You sat up suddenly and swung your legs over the edge of the bed. “What the fuck?” You stood and charged towards him, “You’re going through my trash?”
“I was just checking,” He smirked, “To see if you already took it.”
“You...you were following me.” You tried to grab the can from him but he easily held it away from you.
“I know,” He almost sang, “Two lines. I know what that means.” He let the bin drop and it wobbled before righting itself. His arms were around you before you could react and he pulled you closer. His hand slipped along your stomach.
“No,” You tried to push away his hand, “I’m not keeping it.”
“That’s not your choice,” He growled and his touch stiffened against you, “It’s never been your choice. Those little sugar pills you’ve been swallowing...well, those weren’t your choice either, were they?”
“What?” You looked up at him. “What do you mean?”
“It’s easy enough to have the colour and shape simulated,” His hand swept up to cradle your face, “Surprisingly easier to get in here, though the window is a bit small.”
“No,” You grabbed his wrists as the tears formed in the corner of your eyes. “You...you…”
“You think Tony will let you keep your job?” He asked, “If he thinks you’re carrying some random man’s baby? That’s not a good look. Or I could always send him that little snippet of us in the lab,” He added, “but...if he thinks you’re in a committed relationship with his best agent and close friend, he might just overlook the timing of it all.”
“I…” You searched his face. His jaw was set in his stone as his eyes bore into you.
“That’s a choice I’ll leave to you. Whether or not you keep your job, I’ll be here. For my baby,” His cock poked your stomach as he grew hard again, “You can have it all, all you have to do it be good.”
“You know it’s not a choice,” You hissed as the tears trickled down your cheeks. “I hate you.”
“I’m the father of your child,” He snarled, “You’ll have to love a part of me.” His hand was on your stomach again. “We’re connected now.”
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(deleted scene: Steve getting stuck in the window for a full five minutes before actually getting in the apartment) 😂
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