Warnings: non-consent sex and rape; breeding; kidnap; isolation; manipulation; abuse; these men are no good.
This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. It features Sam Wilson, Steve Rogers, and Bucky Barnes, as well as OC side characters and a reader. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.
Synopsis: you meet three cute guys while camping but your trip is delayed when it takes an unexpected turn.
For @boxofbonesfic hot girl summer challenge with the prompts: Girl’s Trip + Breeding kink
Note: So this is the end... well, it’s been a ride.
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You winced as the flannel grazed the stitches along your shoulder. Thor was diligent in sewing up the gash left from your escape and you were thankful, if still a little paranoid. You didn’t trust him, you couldn’t. The three men you knew to be his friend taught you that well enough. You were impatient to be away before they caught scent of you.
There wasn’t much to the small cabin but the few Asgardian novels piled on the table intrigued you. One in particular took on the language of the reader and you watched the strange symbols rearrange from Norse to English. Your saviour spent much of his day in the kitchen or outside, hunting. He had quite the taste for food and experimenting but you were spared the bloody preparation of the creatures he caught.
You counted a week and felt better for it. You were ready to go, having stayed too long as it was. The only real barrier was the snow as it got deeper but that day, the sun was high and the blanket thinning. You turned back as Thor inhaled the steam from his mug.
“I want to go,” you said, “I’m ready.”
“It is a far way to go to town,” he countered, “did you intend to walk there upon your own?”
“Would you not drive me? I don’t mind walking if I must,” you shrugged, “why keep me any longer when the snow is clearing?”
“Do you even know where you are, Lady Char?” he tilted his head, “you were most disoriented when I found you and I would hate for you to lose yourself once more.”
“Why are you keeping me here?” you asked firmly and crossed your arms, “you can drive me to town and I can find my way home from there. It would be the last favour I ask.”
He gulped and set down the metal mug. He sighed as he stood, his size startling each time he rose. He pushed his shoulders back and pushed the hair away from his face. He neared you as you leaned against the window ledge, the cool air seeping in along the sill.
“Why are you so eager to be away?” he asked with a smirk.
“I can’t stay here forever,” you tried not to flinch as he planted a hand on the wall and loomed over you.
He stared down at you and his blue eyes sparked as they clung to your face. He squinted and leaned in just a little. You heard a noise without, distant and muffled by the thick trees. You winced and held his gaze.
“I wish my brother was here, he is much better with liars than I am,” he slithered, “but, Lady Char, if you would allow me your true name I might consider aiding you…” his eyes flicked up and he watched out the window as snow crunched, “but they might be able to tell me.”
You glanced back and gasped as you saw two figures tramping closer from the treeline that zigzagged around the cabin. You knew Steve at once by his soldierly gate and the golden tips poking out from beneath his cap. Bucky followed at the other end of the box swaying between them, his dark beard a shadow along his jaw.
You turned back and shoved against Thor but he had you by the collar of the flannel in an instant. He dragged you towards the door as you clawed at his thick arm and he forced you out as the hinges threatened to break from the violent swing. The large slippers threatened to slide off your feet as he urged you to the top of the steps and chuckled as he watched the approaching men.
“About time,” he called out to them as they neared and dropped the chest onto the snowy dirt, “she’s been growing impatient.”
“Get the fuck off of me,” you snarled as you hit his thick arm, “how could you-- How did you know? I--”
“Darling, do you know how far we are from ‘town’?” He scoffed darkly, “you’d never make it this far on foot. I am considered rather clever by those who know me, it wasn’t so hard to determine where you strayed from.”
“Get off,” you growled, “please, don’t let them--”
“I mightn’t,” he said and lifted his chin to look at the men, “I found this precious little thing, so why shouldn’t I keep her?”
Your heart hammered and the prospect of this cabin to the house of stringent rules and dystopian domesticity hardly seemed preferable. You squirmed and kept twisting your hands around his arm in an effort to break free. He twisted the collar around your neck and drew you against him.
“So?” he prompted.
“We didn’t walk all this way just to go back empty-handed,” Bucky drawled, “don’t be ridiculous.”
“Mmm, but I did not agree to a gift, this is a trade, what do I get for my trouble?” Thor insisted, “I would settle for this… creature.”
“No, she’s ours,” Steve said, “but we will bring you what we owe you.”
“And what do you owe me?” Thor challenged.
“Another girl, if that’s what you want, when the spring comes, we’ll bring you some company,” Steve offered. The way he spoke of women like cattle to be traded made you rage and you writhed against Thor, “two, if that’s better for you.”
“One,” Thor huffed, “one will do.”
He marched you down the steps as you kicked out. The borrowed slippers flew into the snow and you gritted your teeth as the other men approached from the front. They grabbed your legs as Thor’s large hands rounded your neck and you were angled towards the opened box.
“Please, don’t…” you held onto Thor’s wrist, “you can save me. You’re a hero--”
“Not anymore,” he forced you into the chest and Bucky pushed your arms in gruffly.
“Shut up and watch your fingers,” Bucky snarled as Steve grabbed the lid.
The slam of the lid cut off your shriek and the lock clicked into place. You lifted your head and dropped it against the bottom in defeat. You knew it. You knew it and you did nothing but you were too weak to run and too lost to make it far. If you’d even thought of sneaking out, you’d have just as good a chance of wandering back to that prison.
Why hadn’t he just let you freeze to death?
“Back to basics, girl,” Bucky taunted through the box and suddenly it lurched.
“Assholes,” you hit the lid with your fists, “monsters!” you barked, “I fucking hate you.”
“You know,” Bucky chuckled, “doesn’t quite have the same effect from in there.”
Steve hushed Bucky and tapped on the lid, at least you assumed the soft rapping was him as he bid you to be quiet in a low tone. The box swayed as you heard their boots crush the dirt and snow beneath. You closed your eyes and sniffed.
Stupid, so stupid. To think that you could ever escape. Every misstep, every foolish idea, every misplaced hope raced through your mind and sank heavy on your chest. Why couldn’t you stop? It was easier to just give in. Laila seemed happy, hadn’t she?
No, she was hollow and hewn to their hold. She was not Laila, she was what they made her, and you wouldn’t be any different. You knew that but you just couldn’t accept it.
You didn’t try to count the days, that only made it worse. You laid in the dark and didn’t think. You were exhausted and slept through most of the mind-numbing void. You were disturbed by your meals and the short time allotted just to keep you in existence. It was all so base and barren.
You ate without tasting, spent your time in the bathroom in a blur, and your steps back to the box grew harder and harder. Some days, they carried you. Some days, you didn’t know which of them was there to wake you.
Then there was a sudden change. You weren’t just tired, you were sore. Your joints and limbs were cramped from your seclusion in the chest. Then the sickness set in. You could hardly hold down even the blandest meals.
When you puked into your hand while walking back from the bathroom, you were certain that was it. Your body was shutting down, you were dying. Your mind was so far gone your body was done.
“Sweetheart,” Steve’s voice was dull in your ears as he pressed the bottle of water to your lips. You drank only to wash away the acidic burn in your throat, “good girl.”
He set the bottle down and returned with a cloth to clean your hand. You sensed his shadow but just sat and waited. You stared at the box, your coffin. You imagined it being lowered into the dirt.
“Hey,” another deeper tone came from down the hall. It was always just one of them these days, that you noticed, that you were aware of. Footsteps neared as you curled your shoulders and shuddered, “honey?”
Sam knelt beside you and touched your chin. He tried to make you look at him but you wouldn’t. He felt your forehead then his hand trailed back down and he pushed up the flannel that smelled of your sweat and filth. His hand spread over your stomach and you winced.
“You didn’t notice?” Sam sneered and you raised your head. You glanced over at Steve with a confused blink.
“I… Bucky’s been--”
“Bucky…” Sam sighed as he took his hand away and stood, “she can’t stay in the box. Look at her. Even if she wasn’t… she’s barely there. She doesn’t know where she is--”
“Hell, I’m in hell,” you croaked as you leaned back against the chair, “I know where I am, who you are, what you’ve done…”
“Honey, shhh,” he hushed as he turned back to you, “we’re gonna get you back to your room and laying down, alright?”
“No, no,” you waved him away, “just put me back… in there.”
You pointed to the box and stood. You staggered and he caught you. He held you against him and bent his knees to scoop up your legs. He lifted you and cradled you gently.
“Come on,” he said.
Steve led the way and opened the door. You closed your eyes as you went limp in Sam’s arms. The room was worse than the box. The room let you hope. The room was too big. The room had rules. The room meant the men came more often and stayed longer. The room meant you would live.
The rosy scent of the bubbles eased your mind and body. You reclined against the porcelain as you slowly awoke from your daze. You felt fractured and fragile as you closed your eyes against the harsh glare of the bathroom light. You let the tension of your muscles flow into the water.
You groaned as the water cooled and the voices came clearer from the next room. You tried not to focus on them but the words began to make sense. You sat up and your back ached as you turned your head.
“Bucky, goddamnit, how could you not see that she’s obviously pregnant?” Sam hissed, “do you know what could’ve happened?”
“Took her long enough,” Bucky snapped back, “I didn’t… think, but she’s fine, isn’t she?”
“She’s… she will be,” Sam said but his words fizzled back to a drone.
You looked down and your lip quivered as you saw the roundness of your stomach. Your hand fell to feel the curve and tears pricked. You shook your head as your breath grew shallow and you realised they were talking about you. You were pregnant.
You screamed and flailed in the tub, water splashing violently as you began to sob. It couldn’t be! It couldn’t! This was the final straw, the final link in the chain around your neck. No, no, no.
“Get her, she’s gonna hurt herself,” Sam said as the men rushed in.
Your arms were seized and stretched above you as you were forced to your feet and another grabbed your legs. Your back was turned against a broad chest and you were lifted from the tub. They carried you out into the bedroom and set you down on the bed, Bucky holding your wrists and Steve restraining your thrashing legs.
“Honey, honey,” Sam got up beside you and caressed your cheek, “you need to calm down, come on. Breathe, in, out--”
“No, no, no, no, no…” you whined as you turned back and forth frantically, “why did you do this to me? Why?”
“Shhh, baby, it’s good, it’s all good,” Sam coaxed, “you can see your friends now. Don’t you want to see your friends?”
You stilled and let out a jittery breath. You gulped as the tears streamed down your temples and into your hair. You sniffed and nodded.
“Yes, I do…” you whispered, “but I can’t… this…”
“Honey, you did good, look at you,” he reached down and rubbed your stomach, “you’ve made us so happy.”
You stared at him in horror and stopped fighting the other men. They let you go cautiously and you grabbed Sam’s hand.
“I want to see them right now.”
You sat on the couch in a flowered dress and waited. You couldn't help but rock with anxiety as you chewed your thumb. Bucky sat across from you and watched with half a smirk. The old anger spiked and for a moment you wanted to hit him. Then it died and you crossed your arms to quell the brief lapse.
You heard Laila first, then Jasmine. You stood and turned with a smile as they entered but it fell as they eyed you with suspicion. It was almost as if they didn’t recognize you. You hardly recognized them. Laila was so big, she waddled, ready to pop at any moment, and Jasmine was smaller, but hardly, both much larger than you.
Your heart sank and you touched your stomach. You looked behind them at Sam and Steve and saw how they leered at them. So content to watch the women in their condition, even more helpless than those girls back at the campsite.
“Lai, Jas,” you breathed.
“Sit,” Bucky ordered from behind you.
You cringed and swallowed your spite. That old feeling was coming back. You turned and sat on the couch. Jasmine and Laila came around and sat to your right. Sam and Steve stood behind the sofa and Bucky watched with his chin up from his perch in the arm chair.
“I’m so happy to see you guys, I…” you were almost speechless, “I missed you.”
You tried to hug Jasmine but she leaned away and glanced at Laila. They frowned and looked back at you.
“You’re bad,” Jasmine said, “why have you been so bad?”
“What?” you winced.
“You ran away,” Laila said, “you left us… left the children.”
She embraced her stomach and rocked it as if it was a baby already. You scrunched your nose in confusion and disgust. You looked at both women, closely. You saw little more than shells, molded to the shape of their keepers.
You peeked over at Sam. He watched you and you knew you couldn’t fuck this up. You made yourself smile.
“I’m sorry I was bad… but you didn’t miss me?”
“Of course we did,” Jasmine said snottily, “but when you’re bad, it hurts all of us.”
You nodded, uncertain what to say. You sat back and hung your head.
“I’m going to be good now,” you said quietly.
There was a silence. You sat and waited for anyone to say anything. You couldn’t speak because if you did, you would say something wrong. You knew it. That sour taste in your mouth begged to escape.
“Congratulations,” Laila said, “you must be three, maybe four months?”
You lifted your head and batted your lashes. You wiggled your nose and kept from crying. Your cheeks hurt as you held your smile.
“Thank you, and you’re so… big,” you gulped.
“Almost there,” she said and you saw her throat tighten, “I think it’s a boy,” she bit her lip and looked up at Steve then she leaned in and covered her mouth to whisper. You bent to hear her as she spoke over Jasmine’s stomach, “Steve thinks it’s his.”
The girls giggled at this and sat back and you tried to mimic them as best you could. You were quiet as they quickly descended into chatter about their hopes for their children and everything they still had to do before they arrived.
You listened and felt the final snap as you gaped at these strangers. They were not your friends. Not anymore. And you were not you. You belonged to these men, just like that child in your stomach.