#dark!bucky barners

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The Happy Couple 6

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

I make no promise and am just following a whim.

Summary: Your father makes a deal to marry you to his top capo. (mob au)

Warnings: dark elements such a mob business and intimidation, spanking, threats. More to be added as they become relevant. You know what I write typically so you know what to expect.

Thank you all for the encouragement and I hope you enjoy.❤️

"Get out, sweetheart," Bucky rests his hand on the car door, his other on his belt.

"You can't," you whine, "please…"

"Baby, I thought you understood–"

"Oh my god," your eyes are bleary as tears prick, "no, please," you cling to the seat as he grabs your other arm, his men swarming behind him in endless activity, "I can't– my father–"

"Get out of this car right now, princess, or I'll be happy to help you out."

"No," you snarl as your disbelieving grief spikes to hot fury, "no! You're despicable! A monster–"

"Your puppy dog face and tantrums aren't going to work on me," he huffs and bends, grabbing you by the back of your neck and dragging you out of the car, "you better clean up your act fast."

You stumble in your heels and fall against him. You pull your hands away from his chest and hit hit, "no! I won't behave! I won't! You lied to me– aah!"

You squeal as he lifts you suddenly, hauling you over his shoulder as you squirm and kick. Cool air flows up your skirt and tickles across your bare ass. You whimper and claw at the back of Bucky’s jacket.

"I gave you a chance to be good," he curls an arm around your legs and his other hand crawls higher, feeling along your smooth skin, "don't worry, I got a thing for taming the stubborn ones."

"Ew, get– let me go!"

"Where you gonna go, princess?" He climbs the steps to the front door, a man standing watch outside, "all your daddy's men who didn't flip got the same treatment he did."

"But–" you tug at the bottom of his jacket futilely, "why– what about me?"

He crosses the entryway and climbs the left arm of the double stairway. You jostle with his motion, your head pooling and pulsing with the rush of blood.

"I told you already. You're mine and I'll take care of you," he slaps your ass as your skirt rumbles above, offering a generous view of everything, "one way or the other."

He takes you past your bedroom and into the master, your father's room. He carries you to the bed and throws you down. You bounce and bite your tongue as you tug your skirt down to hide your naked pelvis.

"So, I'm gonna ask you one last time and I want you to think about it because this isn't something I usually ask. Let alone twice. Do we do this the hard way," he shuts the door, keeping his hand on the handle as he turns back to glance at you, "or the…harder way?"

You push yourself to the edge of the bed and pout, "Bucky, please, I'm so scared–"

"Ah, don't you try that with me," he wags his finger at you as he comes near, "I've seen it before, remember? 'Oh, daddy, please, you don't understand. I need this purse! Please can't I have your credit card?'" He mimics in an exaggerated cadence, "I got no problem with you calling me daddy but you won't play me like him," he grabs your chin and forces your head up, "got it?"

You push your bottom lip out and bat your lashes, "Bucky…"

"Shhh," he hushes you as he drags his thumb up to your lower lip, "you're only making me harder."

He pokes his thumb into your mouth and hums. He pushes down on your tongue as you stare up at him. He only wanted to get you out of the house so he could tear apart your life. It's all a trick.

You bite down on his knuckle and he yowls as he rips his hand away from you. He shakes his fingers and curses as you stand and clack on your heels around him. You hurry as fast as you can for the door but your Louboutins make each step a task.

He catches you around the waist and lifts you off your feet. He flings you around and you land once more on the bed, nearly bouncing back off. You're left dizzy by the motion and sit up quivering to face him.

"Oh, princess, you have no idea what you're getting yourself into," he unbuckles his belt and pulls it free of his pants. He folds it and snaps it between his hands, "show me that precious little ass and I'll try not to make it bleed."

"No!" You lean back on your elbows and kick out, your shoe jabbing his side. You roll over and fall off the bed, kicking free of your clunky heels.

He coughs and snarls, "you little– you're asking for it."

You turn on your knees and grab your stiletto, "leave me alone!"

You whip the shoe at him and he barely blocks it as it nearly pings off his head, "hey!" He points at you again, "settle down!"

"No, I'm not listening to you! You're just a liar!" You get to your feet, your other heel in hand, "I'm not your princess."

"You're a spoiled fucking brat," he slaps the belt against his hand as he closes in.

"No, you!" You swing and catches the heel of the shoe before it can meet his chest. He snaps off the red stiletto and you cry out, "hey! That's designer!" You swing again with the amputated sole, "how–" you hit his hand, "dare–" you hit his forearm, –you!"

He sweeps your strike away and throws out the belt like a lasso, tugging it down as it hits your head, and tightens it to the buckle. You gasp and grab the leather as it draws your fingers tight to your neck. He jerks you forward. You stumble and flail out as you collide with him.

He yanks on the belt and forces your head up. You whimper and your fingers tingle numbly as the leather digs into your neck. He smirks and snarls down at you, "this is going to be fun, baby. You just made damn sure of that."

#bucky barnes #dark bucky barnes #dark!bucky barners #bucky barnes x reader #drabble #series #the happy couple #mob au #au #mcu #marvel #avengers #dark drabble #dark!drabble #captain america #winter soldier

[luringfantasy]

Masterlist Marvel

Loki

reader dealing with generalized anxiety

More than Meets the Eye

Sleepyhead

Under the Weather

Terrible Liar

Fearless

Tickle Monster

Divine Mischief

The New Arrivals

The reader and Loki have been best friends for long, but eventually realised that it was more than just friendship. As they secretly step into a new world, the entire team, unbeknownst to it all, makes it their mission to make the love birds realise and confess what they feel for each other.

Loki is treating you like his servant and intervening with your preparations for your party tonight. The next morning he is still acting like a spoiled Prince and you are done with his behavior. Time to teach him a lesson and give him a taste of his own medicine.

Masterlist of Many

headcanons masterlist

dark (noncon/dubcon) Masterlist

Little Freya’s Masterlist

Tom

The Morning After

the marvel cast has a pajama day on set, and no one can get over how adorable Y/N, the youngest and therefore baby of the group, is.

Comfort over sex?

Little White Lies | Masterlist

Clint

World of Trouble

Bucky

Summary: Bucky broke up with you because he didn’t want to bother you with his issues. But after two months of little to no sleep, he caves in and calls you.

the first time. Beefy!Bucky x Virgin!reader

Shy

Shy 2

Til Death Do Us Part

My Little Brat

Bucky and the reader have an argument and she leaves him, Steve convinces Bucky to talk it out with her. Complete smut but they work it out!!

imagine teasing Sam and Bucky all day with your outfit, sly comments and touches, the whole lot. When it comes to the end of the day they give you exactly what you want…for HOURS, so much overstim and degrading

y/n and bucky hate each other, that much is obvious. however, after a chat with steve, y/n begins to question whether or not bucky actually does hate her

reader has always had a thing for her best friends older brother, but she never expected for him to feel the same about her. when she returns for spring break, bucky makes his intentions abundantly clear

Masterlist

Making your very shy boyfriend admit his kinks turns into an unexpected series of events

y/n gets jealous when she sees Bucky talking with another girl at a bar so she leaves and goes into her car to cry as Bucky notices she was gone so goes looking for her and when he finds her back inside the bar with red puffy eyes and pink cheeks, so he tells her beautiful and positive things?

Best friends to lovers, but with a hell of a lot of bumps along the way. Bucky acts like an idiot in love.

You are not, under any circumstances, allowed to wear that

You’re Bucky’s trainee but you have a problem with listening

soft!dom bucky domming a shy!little reader? + a little gentle overstimulation

Pulling Punches

Either boy thinks, “yes, this is my doll. My girl. My future wife!” But somehow she thinks he’s not interested in a relationship! So, in the middle of doing the do meme happens! His response is to absolute reck the reader to prove a point. What’re your thoughts on this

Peter

Masterlist (dom)

Peter is the only one of the Avengers who doesn’t tease you for being a little slow

after being paired with the person you hate the most for a project, heat and tension end up taking over

you swore you’d never hook up with the infamous fuck boy peter parker ever again, yet here you were... in his bed... again

dom!peter parker x reader. smut, dom/sub, edging, spanking, orgasm denial

Stephen

His pet

Then you are having boring sex, doctor. There is nothing better than the adrenaline in the feeling that somebody may catch you. As a man you should especially seek for it, you should want everyone to hear how much you can pleasure your lover

Iced Coffee

Kylo Ren

how he would propose

My Favorite Flavor

leader! Kylo ren x reader with just a ton of filth but basically the reader is a knight of ren and hands out with the other knights and kylo gets jealous

Squirting (Kylo Ren x Reader) / Kinktober 2021

The Empress

Andy Barner

Two Weeks Notice

Good little wife

Married life isn't always easy. Will you be able to solve your problems

Steve

Steve  fuckboy

Steve wants Y/N to use him in her favourite way.

The Compromise. Dark!CEO!Steve Rogers x Reader.

Kept Woman Masterlist. Being in the wrong place at the wrong time finds you at the mercy of a dangerous man with an obsessive hunger that can’t be satisfied.

Billy Russo

Warnings: Just ho thots. NSFW 18+. Dom/sub dynamics. Cockwarming. Toy play. Oral (m receiving)

Spencer Raid

Movie Nights and (rather one-sided) Tickle fights

Coworker Bonding

Dom/Sub

Masterlist 1

"F" is for Favorite Position

A FUCKING BRAT

Behave

cuddles for cuties

life isn’t easy when you belong to the 1% of the world population that has a soulmate, know who your soulmate is and happen to be utterly in love with said soulmate’s best friend

fuck you nice and pretty!

Twitter Link 1

Twitter Link 2

Unexpected company

You're trembling so much

Morning Tickles

he lines get blurred when you go undercover with Nick.

Jungwoo isn’t normal the jealous type, He’s fine with his coworkers knowing you but this coworker seems to know things about you that he doesn’t

Chris proves that all his fingering is accurate.

ow would Tom react if the reader pretended nothing happened the next morning?

Scott knows you love him. He just need to hear you say it.

sirius having you tied up and stuffed full with a plug and a vibrator

Henry and you might not be together anymore, but it doesn’t mean you don’t miss him...

Suit and tie. afab, thigh riding, tiny bit of praise, teasing, mentions of food play

#masterlist #loki #steve x reader #loki x reader #imagines

[janiedean]

20 Followers I’d Like To Get To Know Better Tag

tagged by @krakenbabypermitsit thank you! <3

name: lavinia

nickname: lavi, I’ve occasionally been called janie by people I met on the internet for understandable reasons xD

gender: Female.

star sign: leo

sexual orientation: straight tho occasionally heteroflexibility is a thing

hogwarts house: with the premise that I’m not into HP and I don’t really care for this sorting thing, once I took a test just for science because I was curious and like it worked on a 100 maximum score and you’d get a score for each house. I got 82 in hufflepuff and 81 in ravenclaw lol I guess one of the two

favorite color: pink

time right now: 5:22 pm.

average hours of sleep: 7

cat or dog person: cats for life

favorite fictional characters: oh jesus top five, one for each fandom (or I’ll end tomorrow): eddie dean (dark tower), boone carlyle (lost), castiel (spn), robb stark (asoiaf), bucky barners (marvel) + bonus tom joad for Srs Literature

number of blankets i sleep with: right now I have like five one of which is a duvet haha

favorite singer/band: ... sort of top ten: bon jovi, bruce springsteen, warren zevon, bob dylan, led zeppelin, patti smith, queen, steve earle, stone temple pilots, the beatles

dream trip: US road trip

current number of followers: I think... *looks* 2347. god guys I’m moved you’re still sticking around xD

when did your blog reach it’s peak: er idk fandom-wise sometimes after s3 of got ended, followers-wise (as in when I started getting a lot of traffic) in like early 2015 (as in when I started talking about politics haha /o\)

aaaand eh I’m skipping on the tag because I have fic to finish but if anyone likes it and wants to pls steal it XD

#about me #meme

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Wasted 3

Warnings: drug dealing/use, violence, noncon, and the usual. Proceed with caution.

Feedback is always welcome. Love you and thanks for the wonderful responses so far.♥♥���♥

Part of The Club AU

You guffaw. An ugly gesture that sends your cigarette flying. You barely catch it, twirling it between your fingers. You roll it and put it back to your lips. You flick your lighter and cup your hand over the flame.

"Sure, dude, let me just pop that roofie real quick," you shake your head and inhale a deep cloud of nicotine, "you think I'm one of these dumbass coeds. Fucking lunatic."

"Was being nice, shit ain't cheap," he growls.

"Uh huh," you blow out, "nice try."

He leans on the wall and watches you. You continue smoking, an arm across your stomach as the night breeze swirls around you. The gall of this dude. You're not that fucking stupid.

"You always this mouthy?"

You shrug and flick the ash off your smoke, "only to creepers pushing percs on the street."

"Molly," he corrects you.

"Don't give a shit," you sneer, "how do you think…" you turn on your heel and point towards the door, "those guys would like you running business in their pl–"

You have no time to react or scream. The cigarette falls from your grasp as a rough palm covers your mouth, an impenetrable embrace around your waist as you're dragged back. Your heels scrape on the ground as you murmur soundlessly into his hand.

You claw at his thick fingers, writhing against him as he hauls you into the alley with ease. Holy shit, he's strong. Stronger than you at least.

"You really wanna be a fucking narc?" He snarls against your head, "you know what I do to rats?"

You snap your teeth but they only glide against his calloused skin. You kick out, bringing your heels down aimlessly, wriggly as you latch onto his arm. What the fuck?

"Shh, baby, calm down," he taunts, "you keep fucking around and I won't be fucking nice."

You manage to pull his hand down, just an inch, "creep–"

He quickly smothers you again, spinning to slam you into the brick wall. You hear footsteps, voices, and shadows skew down from the mouth of the alley as figures pass. He keeps you pinned behind the dumpster, the stink of it roiling your stomach.

He doesn't move, pressing his legs against yours to still them, waiting with slow breaths for the group to pass. You twitch helplessly, overpowered easily. Holy fucking shit. Shit! You can get out of this. You have to.

You clap your hands against the brick and try to push away. Your arms shake, your body straining as you fight against his strength. You get a few inches from the wall before you collapse against it once more.

"You're gonna get yourself all worked up," he grunts as he snakes his arm around your throat, curling it until his bicep bulges, "you don't wanna do that. Trust me."

You feel his other hand run down your back, a small tug on the tail of your skirt. He feels between your bodies, fishing in his pocket as he keeps your windpipe blocked. You puff and wheeze, flailing as you fight to escape.

He covers your mouth again, a pill slipping through your teeth before you can clamp down. You nearly choke on the pasty capsule.

You cough as he seals his palm over your lips and brings his knee up to your lower back. He unhooks his arm, massaging your throat as he coaxes you to swallow. You have no choice and the tablet lumps before finally rolling past your reflex.

He holds you tight, waiting as he keeps your head tilted against his shoulder. He rocks you as he hushes your muffled snarls. Fucker!

"It's alright, baby, you'll feel it soon."

Your vicious words are muted by his palm as your spit slathers in fury. You grasp at his shirt, nails grazing his hard stomach. You twist and squirm, growing dizzy with the effort.

He snickers and nuzzles your crown, "come on, you're gonna have a bad trip if you don't calm down."

Your eyes round as you try to turn your head, hot breath fan over his hand. A surge of panicked frustration rises and has you bucking wildly. If he'd just let you the fuck go!

"You should listen. You're gonna be fucked if you keep this up. Trust me, you let yourself roll and you'll have the time of your life," he squeezes your jaw his other hand crawl up your stomach, "hell, I might too."

You babble and close your eyes. Your throat is hot and scratchy, your head wobbly from the vodka, your lungs burning with your struggle. You clasp onto his wrist as you resist the weightiness behind your eyes coupled with the strange lightness blooming in your skull.

"Almost there, deep breaths," he coos as he holds you flush to him. "You ever fuck high? It's like nothing else, baby."

Another rush of horror knots in your chest, quickly unraveled by the flow of hot and cold in your veins. You're buzzing, almost shaking as you feel the drugs taking over, mingling with the alcohol that coats your stomach. You drone as your head lolls.

He lets his hand fall from your chin and you giggle, leaning into him. Your eyes roll back as you succumb to the warring sensations. Fuck, you feel good.

"That's it," he purrs as your muscles slacken, "let's have some fun, hottie."

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #dark bucky barnes #dark!bucky barners #wasted #au #drabble #series #mcu #marvel #avengers #captain america #winter soldier

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The Happy Couple 8

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

I make no promise and am just following a whim.

Summary: Your father makes a deal to marry you to his top capo. (mob au)

Warnings: dark elements such a mob business and intimidation, spanking, threats., choking, fingering, dub/noncon More to be added as they become relevant. You know what I write typically so you know what to expect.

Thank you all for the encouragement and I hope you enjoy.❤️

Bucky straddles your thighs beneath him as he holds your arms behind you. Your chest is flush to the mattress as you twist your head around to keep from being smothered. He wraps your forearms with the belt, binding you from wrist to elbow, a painful strain on your shoulders and neck.

You kick your legs as you wriggle under him. He grabs the back of your neck and pinches with his thumb and index as he bends over you. He nuzzles your hair and lets out a scalding breath across your scalp. He inhales your scent and chuckles.

“Baby, I’ve been nice. I was real fucking nice at your daddy’s wedding but you asked for this.”

“Fuck you!” You snarl and bounce under him. He clamps tighter and you whimper.

“You know, if you weren’t so fucking hot, I’d have bruised you up real nice by now.”

“You’re disgusting. Fucking… old creep–”

“You like it, baby, you’re just being what daddy made you. A spoiled brat.” He shifts and pulls his knees to one side of you, keeping you pinned with his grip still tight on your neck, “I don’t mind teaching you a little humility, doll.”

He tugs up your skirt, exposing your ass as you kick your feet up and push your thighs tight. He spreads his rough palm across your rear and rubs the soft skin with a hum. He kneads your flesh and leans his weight on your neck until you still.

“You got a pretty little ass, you know that?” He pulls his hand away, leaving your flesh cold, “that’s an ass that saves lives. Yours, in particular.”

His hand lashes down against you and you holler. The stinging ripples spread down your thighs and up your back. You arch your spine and whine between your teeth. His strength is as horrifying as the pain. He does it again and you hiss, curling your fingers as you hold back another sharp yelp.

“Your daddy always thought you were too good for any of us. His precious little princess,” he slaps you again and you swallow a squeak, rolling your eyes back against the prickly burn. “I didn’t lie, sweetheart, I asked for you. Over and over. But… he never said yes.”

You bat your lashes. You don’t understand. At the wedding, your daddy, you remember he looked over. He seemed happy.

“I was supposed to tell you that you’re moving out. He couldn’t bring himself to deliver the news so I said, boss, let me, I know how to handle her. That wasn’t a lie either.”

“I hate you–”

“I know it hurts, baby, he traded you in for some girl who spat gum at you in school,” he tuts, “I promise you, she choked on that fucking gum.”

His timbre makes your blood freeze and you stop your wiggling. The vice of his grip, the sear of his next blow across your ass, the strength coursing through him, it’s a reminder of how truly powerful he is. A startling realisation of how powerless you are.

He lays another spank across your fiery skin and shut your eyes, the pain tugging in your cheeks. He rubs your skin softly, grazing it till goosebumps rise, and traces along the crease below the curve of your ass. His fingers poke down between your thighs.

“Open up for me, baby,” he coaxes, “I feel you vibrating for me.”

“Stop–”

“Ah, princess, let’s not do this, I gave you an order. Your daddy always was about tradition. A wife obeys her husband–”

“I’m not your–”

“You are mine. You were mine the day I made up my mind,” he drags his fingers back and pinches your meanly, “you open up those legs or I’ll take you out and show every man here who you belong to.”

You shudder, in anger, in repulsion, in sheer helplessness. You grit your jaw and slowly push apart your legs. He purrs and pulls you up by your hip, propping your ass up as you're forced to bring your knees under you.

He trails across your back and down your ass, gliding down your folds. His hot touch makes your arousal more obvious as he delves along your cunt. He tisks and runs his index down to your clit, pressing on it and swirling around. A groan slips from your lips as your thighs clench.

“See, you can say all you wanna say, baby, but your body tells the truth,” he brushes his fingers back, rubbing two around your entrance, “you know I’m gonna stretch out better than any boy you ever knew. You just been waitin’ for a man like me. No, you been waiting for me.”

He dips his fingertips into you and your lips part in a silent O. You choke on your breath as he slowly urges his way inside, rocking his hand as he works his way to his knuckles. He wiggles his fingers and eases further in, to his second knuckles as he turns his hand. Deeper, to his bottom knuckles. You whine as your walls grip him.

“That’s it, baby,” he brings his hand up to the top of the leather, wound taught at your elbows. He grasps it tight as he shifts on his knees and presses his thumb against your clit, “you’re gonna cum for me. Cause why? That’s what good girls do. And that’s what you’re gonna be. My good girl.”

He tilts his hand and you suck in a breath, trying not to devolve at the flow of fire that courses from his touch. You bite your tongue and exhale through your nose. A low drone rises from your throat as he rocks in a steady motion. His hand leaves the belt and travels up to your ass.

He squeezes your cheek, kneading it as he fucks you with his other hand. The wet noise of his intrusion underlines your burgeoning moans. You can’t hold back as he digs his nails into your flesh and pulls your ass apart to watch himself finger you, faster and faster, thumb rolling around your clit.

You push your head up as your cunt squeezes and a sudden radiating pulse erupts from your core. You spasm as you cough out your orgasm, keening pathetically as it thrums from head to toe. You puff and pant as he rams his hand against you, tearing the pleasure from you as he spanks the top of your ass.

“See, princess, I can give you nice things,” he growls.

#bucky barnes x reader #dark bucky barnes #bucky barnes #dark!bucky barners #the happy couple #drabble #dark drabble #dark!drabble #series #mob au #au #mcu #marvel #avengers #winter soldier #captain america

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The Happy Couple 10

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9

I make no promise and am just following a whim.

Summary: Your father makes a deal to marry you to his top capo. (mob au)

Warnings: dark elements such a mob business and intimidation, spanking, threats., choking, fingering, dub/noncon. More to be added as they become relevant. You know what I write typically so you know what to expect.

Thank you all for the encouragement and I hope you enjoy.❤️

Bucky's hand grips your throat, pinning you on your shoulder as you lay bent on your side. Your knee is hooked across his other arm as he ruts into you, straddling your thigh beneath him. You arch your back and groan through your teeth.

This man is as relentless in bed as he is outside. You puff out through your burning lungs, fingers knotted tightly as the leather chafes around your arms.

"Come on, baby, you can cum for me again," he snarls as he rams against you, "come on."

His fingers find your oversensitive clit and toy with your once more. You whine and bite your tongue. You snarl as the buzzing flows through your pelvis and erupts. Your orgasm clenches him desperately as he keeps his pace harsh and heartless. Your head lolls back as his nails dick into the bruises he left across your neck.

"Oh, princess, the only throne you'll ever need is my lap," he pants, "if only daddy could see this--"

You stretch your fingers and bare your teeth in reaction. You close your eyes, hiding from your shame and the sight of your reality. Your father's room, that vaunted place, a forbidden stronghold, his fortress. You turn your head down and moan through another rippling wave of pleasure.

"You're so good to my dick, huh? You wanna play brat but look at you, eager for it," he pushes his hand up your jaw and hooks two fingers into your mouth, forcing your head up, "tell me how much you want it, baby doll."

You bite down on his knuckles as hard as you can and he grunts, fucking you harder, a thrum pulsing through your bones. You don't let up, singing your teeth in until he rips his hand away. He grabs your head and crushes it against the bed, straining your neck as he pounds into you mercilessly. You choke on a whimper and flare your nose, the pain feeding your rage.

He rolls his hips, his pace turning uneven as he slows and spasm. He grips your hip as he takes long, deliberate strokes, roaring as he empties into you. His thrust slicken noisily and you feel his cum dripping out as he rocks a few more times before burying himself to his limit. You exhale shakily as he pushes your legs together, staying inside you as he turns you onto your stomach.

He lays over you, planting his legs around yours and forcing them together as he begins to thrust again. His raspy breathes betray his sensitivity as the quiver in his muscles reflects the same in yours. He holds himself up on his elbows, your arms pressed to his stomach as he keeps a calm tempo.

"All you gotta do is be a good girl, baby, and it's all over," he snarls, "say you want daddy's dick and I'll stop."

"Fuck off," you heave into the blankets.

He tuts and jolts you meanly. He chuckles and jerks his hips again, his pelvis cracking against your ass.

"I'll break you anyway I needa, princess, trust that," he growls, "'bout time you grew up..." he groans as he ruts again, "fuck, I love that pussy. I'll just have to work on that mouth."

You ball your hands as they throb and curl your toes. He's an old man, you can outlast him. For the night and for those to come.

💍

Your arms ache as you wake to the tweet of birds. The night before is a fog in your head. It sets in as you roll onto your back, alone in your father's empty bed. It flows over you like a fretful tide; your father is dead, this isn't his house, this isn't his business. It's Bucky's now, just like you.

That jackass might think he has everything figured out but you won't let him take the victory that easily. You rub your arms and groan, staring at the ceiling as you try to come up with a game plan. There's no running, that was a foolish idea. You've always been impetuous that way. Besides, you hear the men milling around still. As you drag yourself out of bed, you confirm their presence with a glance out the window.

You search the room. Your clothes are gone but a rob lays across the foot of the bed. You wrap it around yourself and grow through the drawers, the closet, and even looks under the bed. It's been cleared out, nothing you could use.

The handle clicks and you face the door. Bucky enters, a pinstriped shirt with dark pants, his pointed leather boots decorated with studs around the ankle. You cross your arms and set your chin defiantly. You arch a brow.

"Morning, princess," he swings the door shut.

"Why hello, asshole," you sneer.

"Now, baby, let's start this day off fresh," he nears and puts his hands on your arms, "you are glowing. Look like you got a good dicking down--"

"Get off me," you shove him away.

"Why are you being like this? I treated you right. All. Night. Long."

You scoff and curl your lip, "you killed my father."

"And your wicked stepmother," he smirks, "not getting a thanks for that though."

"Please," you roll your eyes and step back, "you had your fun. Get it over with."

"Get it over with?"

"Get rid of me. We'd both be happier for it," you flick your fingers in his direction and spin on your heel, "I'm not gonna be played with like your personal puppet and guess what? You're right, I'm a fucking brat and that's not gonna change. Not for you, not for anyone."

"If I thought you were gonna change, baby, I wouldn't have chosen you," he comes up behind you as you return to the window, his hands framing your hips, "and believe me when I say I chose you. I want you, princess, and I'm gonna make you my queen. All you gotta do is give me a little something."

"Didn't you get all you needed last night?"

"Not what I mean, baby. You mind that mouth and smile pretty, and I can put up with a bit of spunk," he drapes his arms around you and rests his chin on your shoulder, swaying you with him. You latch onto his wrist as he snakes his hand down the front of the robe, "I play with fire to feel the burn."

"And if I don't want to be your queen or whatever nonsense you call it?"

"Well, that's the thing, it ain't your choice," he wiggles his wrist free and slips his hand through the opening of the robe, he cups your cunt as he bends his fingers again your folds, "but I gotta admire the strong front. I never thought you'd be easy to tame."

"As if," you elbow him and pivot to nudge him away, "tame me? I'm not your pet."

"No, baby, but you will make a fine wife," he grabs your hands and pulls them away from his chest, "and if you let me, I could be a damn fine husband."

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Time (D)rift 5

Warnings: this fic includes noncon/rape, blood, violence, animal death, suicidal and self harming thoughts, and possible other triggers. Warnings may not be explicit or exhaustive.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: The end has come and gone as you keep waiting for your own. (Apocalypse AU)

Sister series to Edge of Time

Characters: Bucky Barnes

Note: Thank you for your patience on this part and everything else. I’m tryna chip away at existing wips and I think I’m going decently thus far.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. Thanks to everyone who reads this one and thank you for all your energy.<3

Love you all. Take care. 💖

Bucky puts half a slice of cold toast in front of you as he stands. He slides over the glass of water, about a mouthful left from his intent feast. You haven’t said a word. You just stare at the table and listen, the smell of the devoured eggs and bacon makes your stomach scream. He taps his fingers on the metal in front of you.

“Eat.”

You don’t hesitate. You can’t help but cram most of it in your mouth, the days of walking, of fighting through the snow, of searching for any sort of food has you greedy. You gobble down the toast so quickly, you hardly taste it.

You swallow and drink the last of the water, thirsty as it hardly moistens your parched throat. You let out a breath, barely able to take in air through your starved feast. Your gut squeezes, you want more. All that did was stoke the hunger to a painful pique.

Suddenly, there’s a vice around your throat. Fingers of flesh and metal squeeze and the chair overturns as you’re dragged from the seat. Your legs flail as you grasp at the hold around your neck, wheezing helplessly as Bucky shakes you like a doll.

“Kitten, you know how this world works. You don’t want the Row, well you got me,” he snarls as you plant your feet.

He spins you so your chest hits the wall and you brace it with a grunt. He crushes your face against it, his metal hand staying at your throat as his other stretches across your skull. He nuzzles your hair and exhales into your scalp.

“If I hadn’t walked in, what would you have said?” He snarls.

“What–”

“Don’t play stupid,” he pushes you along the wall, turning you at the corner until you’re stood beside the chocolate, still pinned with the knife, “were you going to take it?”

“N-no,” you sputter, “Bucky, please–”

“Sergeant,” he corrects as his hand slides around the back of your neck, holding you flush to the wall as he reaches to dislodge the knife. The foiled bar falls to the floor as he brings the blade along the back of the cotton tee, “you best learn your manners, little girl.”

“Sergeant,” you gasp, fingers pressed to the wall as you quiver, “I told him no. I would’ve told him again…” you feel the knife through the fabric and wince, “I promise—”

“You want that,” he kicks the chocolate with his toe, “you gotta earn it. That’s how Parker’s gifts work. So tell me now, you want me to take you down to the Row so he can pimp you out for coffee?”

“No, no, B- Sergeant, no, I…” you gulp. You don’t have much choice, the lesser of two evils isn’t better. “I want to stay,” you close your eyes, “with you.”

He laughs and pulls you away from the wall, “you want to? Kitty, you don’t know what to want. There’s nothing left to want, only need. You need me. You need me because I can keep creeps like Parker away. You need me…” he grasps your hip, his metal fingers still curved around your throat as he guides you away from the wall, “to break you. To teach you how to survive.”

He walks you to the table, kicking the chair away as he pushes you against the edge. Your hips hit it painfully as he forces you to bend. He slips his hand down your side and spreads his fingers over your ass.

“Don’t you, kitten?”

“I’m sorry. I told him to go–”

“We’re past that,” he growls, “tell me. Tell me how much you need me.”

You grit your teeth as he gropes you, fingers digging painfully into your ass. You whimper and slap the table. There is no right with this man, whatever you do, he’ll find a reason to punish you.

“Tell me!” He pulls his hand back and spanks you.

“Please–”

“Say it. How fucking hard is it–” he slaps you again, “should I switch hands,” his vibranium fingers curl into your neck, “kitten?”

“I…” you inhale sharply, “I need you,” you puff through the stinging pain, “sergeant.”

“Damn,” another strike, “right,” another, “you fucking do.”

He smacks you one last time, keeping his hand against your ass as your legs tremble. Your cheek sticks to the table as you remain, prone, paralysed beneath his grasp. His fingers tickle the bottom of your ass and he traces along the crease as he lets out a low rumble.

“Nah, I wanna feel it,” he hisses, “oh, kitten,” he drawls as he brushes along your folds, delving between them with two fingertips, “and I feel how much you mean it.”

You quiver as he teases you with his touch, your walls clenching as he dances around your entrance. He prods at you, pushing a thick digit into your dry cunt. You whimper at his intrusion, unready and unwanted. He pokes around, sliding back to line up a second finger, forcing his way back in and curling his knuckles.

The horror lumps in your throat as you hide behind your eyelids, blocking out the room in hopes you might do the same to the man. You spread your hands across the metal table, shaking as he rocks his hand. You let out a pained grunt as your walls squeeze him, trying to stop him. 

He rams his hand in hard so his knuckles send a pang through your pelvis. You exclaim and bite the tip of your tongue. You feel his frustration as his motion picks up. You hiss and hit the table, the hot burn radiating through you.

“You think you can make it without me?” He snarls and rips his fingers out, scratching along your thigh as he does. He spanks you again and your hips rattle, your legs vibrating in agony, “what the fuck are you doing?” He kneads your flesh cruelly, “playing hard to get?”

“Please–”

“Shhhh,” he stretches his hand out and caresses your ass, “I didn’t say you could speak.”

You clamp your lips shut as he tickles you, tracing the curve of your thigh. He pushes his foot between yours and kicks your legs wide. You suck in air and shake, waiting for him. You know what comes next. Your eyes prick as you try not to think.

He leans into you, wiggling against you as he groans. His hands walk up your legs and around your hips. He grips your waist and bends over you.

“No treats for you, kitten.”

He pulls his hands back and slaps your ass. You wince and let out a pathetic noise. 

He parts and you don’t dare move away from the table. He strides around behind you as you watch from the corner of your eye. He bends to pick up the chocolate and unwraps the foil, tearing through it loudly. He breaks off a piece and pops it in his mouth.

“Mmm, sweet with a hint of bitterness,” he remarks, “kinda like you.”

You gulp, staying as you are. He tuts as he comes close, snapping off another square.

“Get up,” he orders, “tidy this place up. I don’t like a mess.”

❄️

Bucky leaves you again. This time without explanation. You’re confined to the main room and the bathroom, the bedroom locked along with the hidden compartment that houses his numerous firearms and blades. You got a glimpse of a few as he took a long knife before he departed.

You sit, listless, nothing to do. Left alone with your thoughts. At least at the settlement, you had work to keep you busy, to keep you distracted from the dire circumstance. You just want it to be over. It should’ve ended years ago. 

Why did you make it this far? Why did you fight to survive so long? Why did you remain even when you didn’t fight?

There’s nothing left for you. Nothing to lose, nothing to gain. No escape, other than the end. You could bash your own head in or strangle yourself with your shirt. It’s not impossible but it’s not easy. You don’t want to lose your nerve before you can finish the job.

You pace, flop on the sofa, shuffle through a drawer with playing cards and some old gum wrappers. You take the deck and sit at the table, laying out a game of solitaire to keep from going mad. The soft rhythm of your counting tugs at a thread in your mind.

“Your deal,” Kye claps the deck down in front of you, “no cheating this time.”

“I don’t cheat,” you scoff as you snatch up the stack and shuffle, “you just don’t win.”

“Ha, sure,” she rolls her eyes and glances over, her face falling as she looks darkly out over the depths. The floods nearly meet the twentieth story and each day you talk of moving to the roof. “Is this how it’s supposed to be? Waiting out the end with Go Fish?”

“Well, we could try something more exciting. Poker? Gin?”

“Simple,” she utters as she draws back, looking glumly at the folded cardboard while you deal, “simple is easy.”

“It can’t last forever,” you say as you put the remaining cards in the middle, “the drought didn’t.”

“No, it only brought on this shit,” she sneers as she picks up her cards, “I don’t expect whatever’s next is any better.”

“Hm, maybe.”

The door shuts and draws you from the past. The dingy smell of water fades away and you’re back in the bright white room at the sterile metal table. You glance over as Bucky stomps in. You lay your hands flat, as much startled by his return as your detour into memory.

“Oh, we playing a game?” He wonders as he shuts the door, the mechanism whirring before it beeps.

“Solitaire,” you reply and gather up the cards into the single deck, “sorry, I–”

“Stay,” he snaps his fingers as he nears. You peek at the sheath on his belt, the thick handle of the knife that has a loop for each finger to fit into. He sits and rolls his shoulders, “I heard you like poker.”

You stare at him blankly. How much exactly did he know about you?

“I know how to play.”

“So, you have a gambling problem before this or…”

“Before? Does it matter.”

“I don’t know, figure the end of the world’s a good way to go off cold turkey,” he taps the table, “deal.”

You nod and shuffle. He trails his vibranium fingers against the metal, an odd hum from the friction. 

“I’ve seen it before. When this all started, when we were still trying ‘end the crisis’,” he says dryly, “there were the alcoholics, jittering, scratching like they had bugs all over. The longer it went on, the easier it was to… well.”

You count out the card and swallow tightly. You finish and put down the cards, a flash of deja vu warps your perception at the familiar action. You pull your hand back and peek at your cards.

“You must’ve been a sweet thing back then, not so grim,” he says as he picks up his cards, sucking his teeth, “you have a boyfriend? How far did he get?”

You flick the corner of a card, “nope. Just an ex.”

“Aw, baby, does it still sting?”

You glance up at him and squint, “fold.”

You drop the cards, showing your useless hand. Like everything with him, you’ve lost.

“Boo,” he reveals his straight, “not much fun without a prize.”

“Guess not,” you cross your arms.

“So, let’s make a bet.”

“I don’t have anything—”

“Ah, you have more than you know. Here’s the deal. You win, I’ll make you cum. I win, you make me cum.”

You clear your throat. He’s crass but it’s not anything worse than the guards at the settlement. You rub your lips together. You can’t refuse because it’s not truly a question. You take the cards and shuffle again.

Five cards each, just like the last time. You lean back as you peruse your cards. Full house. Decent hand, but you lose either way.

“So,” he mixes up his cards, “here’s how it works, I’ll bet a handjob. You call?”

You grit your teeth and nod, “call.”

“Back to me… I’ll raise it. You want a taste, kitten?”

You look at your cards again. You know what you have but you don’t want him to see your discomfort. You tilt your head thoughtfully, trying to seem genuine. You’ve never had much of a poker face.

“Alright, call.”

“Right, let me see ‘em,” he tosses down his hand, revealing a royal flush. 

You reluctantly lay out your cards, “full house. I lose.”

“I wouldn’t say it’s a big loss,” he plants his feet and pushes his chair back, spreading his legs wide as he unbuttons his pants, “winner, winner…”

You tamp down your disgust and stand. As you come around the table, he pulls his dick above his fly and strokes himself. He looks up at you with a grin, “take it off.”

You stop and curl your fingers around the hem of the shirt. You peel it off over your head and drop it to the floor. You move in front of him as he stretches his hands across his thighs, his dick bobbing before him. You lower yourself to your knees and take a breath through your nose.

Your hand shakes as you reach for him, gripping him tightly as you wet your lips. You move closer, between his knees as you bend your head. His fingers press into the fabric of his jeans and his breath gristles. Your eyes flick over, the end of his knife handle glinting silver along the edge of your vision.

You lick his tip and he tenses. You exhale and swipe your tongue around his tip again. You dip your head further and circle your lips around him, slowly taking him in an inch at a time. As you do, he hums, drawing it out, louder and louder the deeper you take him.

You ease up and his hand crawls along your shoulder, squeezing as he urges you on. You force yourself back down, bobbing as you slicken him with your spit. He groans, breath staggered as you keep a steady motion. As you open your throat around him, he grunts and grasps the back of your head, pushing you to your limit.

You gag and kick your feet, unable to breathe as he holds you down. Your clasp onto the tail of his shirt and flutter your lashes. He lets you up but you keep your mouth around him. You move up and down his length, the wet noise twisting in your gut. 

Your eyes wander over again and you focus on the ridge knife grip. Spit smears around your mouth, dribbling to your chin as you struggle to take all of him, over and over until your throat is raw. He grips your head between his strong hands as he pants.

“Oh, kitten, you’re sucking me so good, I think you really won, didn’t you?” He slips a hand around your neck and feels himself bulging in your throat, “yeah, ugh, I’m gonna give you the best prize. You gonna drink it up, ain’t ya?

You hum around him. He puffs out and the chair scrapes as he sets his feet, bracing for his climax as it builds. You work him faster, dragging your tongue along his dick as you feel the pulsing pressure. Your hand slides over his thigh slowly, closer and closer.

He grunts and shoves you down as his hips twitch and he cums, rocking to completion as he holds you in place. You struggle not to wretch as a salty sliminess coats your throat.

“Yeah, fuck, that’s it,” he rasps as his hands fall away from you, “oh, kitten, that was–”

You pop your mouth off of him and gulp up air as you swallow his cum. He winces and chuckles as he watches you wheeze. You grasp the handle of his knife and yank, the snap breaking open as you pull free the blade. You fall back and aim the blade at your thigh. With any luck, you’ll catch the artery.

The blade glances off his boot as he kicks it out of your hand, another quick strike with his foot to your chest. You fly back as the knife clatters away from you. You land flat and gasp as it knocks the air out of your chest.

“Shit!” He snarls as he stands over you, pinning you down with his sole on your stomach, “you stupid little bitch.”

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