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“Don’t you love me?” | Bucky Barnes
𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 -> Soft!Dark!Boyfriend!Bucky Barnes x Girlfriend!Reader
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 -> Bucky asks you for play with your pussy a little longer because he just loves it.
𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 -> 568
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 -> 18+, Minors DNI, smut, using of a toy, overstimulation, manipulation
𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 -> Gimme soft!dark!bucky + sex toys please, I need my man as I build my drawers❤️ @imtryingbuck
𝐀/𝐍 -> Filthy, Soft!Dark!Bucky for you, bestie. Hope you enjoy. And Enzo could build the drawers with you together.😂❤️
Masterlist | Bucky Barnes Masterlist
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“Give me one more, doll. I know you can do it.”
You shake your head, sweat running down the sides of your head. Your body is shaking, and you're overstimulated. Only whimpers and broken moans are leaving your lips while the toy he holds tightly in his hand is pressed against your clit. His other hand, grabbing your waist, is holding you in place. Bucky sits on his knees between your legs, smirking at you, while he looks from your pussy into your eyes and back at your pussy.
“Don’t you love me? Would you love me then you would come for me again.”
Bucky removes the toy from your clit and you take a shaky breath. His blue eyes roam over your body until he reaches your face. He pouts and looks so disappointed that you don’t love him. Or at least not as much as he loves you because you don’t want to come again for him. Not even when it’s what he loves so much to see your eyes roll back and your slightly parted lips. The way you grip the sheets or his arm when your walls clench violently, he adores your red cheeks, and the way you scream his name while moans leave your lips. But don’t you love him enough to do what he is asking for - just one more orgasm this night.
“Bucky, please. Don’t look at me like that.”
“But you don’t love me.”
“I-I do love you. B-but-“
“Then let me make you come once again,” he says, pleading with the way he looks at you.
You shake your head, tears filling your eyes. You love Bucky, you really do, but your pussy is so sensitive already. You don’t know if you could handle another orgasm just yet.
“Please, doll.”
Bucky will make you come if you say yes or no. But he will be gentle when you give him permission to make you come once again. He isn’t someone who asks, and especially not someone who says 'please', but with you, he is a softie sometimes. Seeing the way your eyes light up when he is all soft and lovely to you warms his heart. But in bed, he still prefers to be in control, making sure you know who you belong to. He leans closer, kissing your tears away, then he kisses along your jawline. His eyes are still focused on yours while he waits for you to answer his question. And you do when you nod your head softly, giving him permission to make you come once again.
“That’s my good girl. So pretty! I love when you come for me. Then we can take a nice, warm bath. I will take good care of you and of my pretty pussy, doll.”
He then smirks and places the toy against your clit, turning it on and enjoying the way your back arches. Your fingers dig into the sheet, and your eyes roll back. The softest moans leave your lips; your pussy hurts, but the pleasure that is growing in your belly is way too good to make him stop playing with your clit.
"Please, c-can I come?” You ask, breathless, but he shakes your head.
“Let me enjoy my view a bit longer, doll. You’re doing so good for me. Such a good girl. I love you so much. Look at her; she is dripping; she needs my attention,” he says in awe and looks at your entrance, which is glistening from your arousal.
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Wasted 11
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.♥♥♥
The other girl in this one is from Black Light
Part of The Club AU
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Throughout the night, you find yourself thinking of Bucky. Not in any meaningful way, merely wondering how someone as nice as the man beside you came to be friends with a pill-pushing brute like him. Steve is too sweet to believe and you know better than to buy anything at face-value but you’ve yet to find a crack in the veneer.
As he asks for the check, you pull your purse into your lap. He peers over, “oh, don’t… I got it.”
“Really, it’s nice of you to offer,” you try to factor out the chunk from your cut for the night. “I don’t mind going half–”
“My mother would pale if I didn’t insist,” he reaches over to clasp his hand over your purse before you can pop open the flap. It’s the boldest move he’s mad all night. You relent, he doesn’t have to twist your arm, your bills are already doing most of that. “I had a really good night, it’s worth it.”
You smile. A real smile. You can’t lie and say you didn’t. 
“I did too,” you say, “thank you, Steve.”
He blushes and turns to watch the server as she approaches again. He fumbles around his jacket and takes out his wallet. His hands are shaking. You’d finally calmed his nerves but they just as quickly bubble up. Bucky is less than an honest man but you suspect he didn’t lie about everything.
But what did he tell Steve? Is this a date? Or are you a hired escort? That makes your chest twinge. You’ve never been overly sentimental, you’ve had your share of one night stands, but you don’t want this to be like those.
As Steve folds up his wallet and thanks the server, you brush his arm with your knuckles, “hey, do you wanna walk through the park? Elizabeth Square is near here, I’ve never been to see the fountain.”
He turns to you with wide eyes, “really?”
“Sure, why not? Unless… I’m keeping you.”
He shakes his head and a broad grin spreads across his pointed features, “I’d love that.”
You nod and gather up your purse. You stand and pull on your jacket as Steve rises on the other side of the table and smooths his jacket. His pants are a little too long but he looks nice. You can tell he put a lot of thought into tonight.
He gestures you ahead of him, “ladies first.”
You accept and lead him between the tables. He’s quick as you reach the front door and flits around to open it for you. He really is playing the gentleman well.
As you get outside, you wait for him on the sidewalk and as he nears, you turn to walk parallel with him down the wide pavement. He’s quiet as he twiddles his slender fingers at his side. You take out your lip gloss to retouch your lips, twisting the cap on and tucking it away before you figure out what to say.
“You don’t really think I’m a lady, do you?” You kid.
He peeks over at you, “of course I do.”
“Steve,” you hum, flattered by his sincerity. You don’t know what to say. 
You sidle closer with your next step and take his hand, twining your fingers through his as he flinches. He jitters then squeezes. You can feel him beaming.
“I like you, Steve,” you say, “but I think I might disappoint you.”
“You could never,” he counters.
“We barely know each other.”
“Yet.”
“Steve,” you chide as you turn through the archway of Elizabeth Square. You look up at the big letters wrought in iron. “I’m trying to warn you.”
“I don’t need to be warned,” he says, “I can handle it. I can handle you.”
You almost laugh. He’s brave when he wants to be. Just like back in the coffee shop.
You near the fountain and sigh, watching the water lap down over the lit basin. Heat seeps into you from your interlocked hands as he stops beside you. You both just stare at the spouting streams.
You tug on his arm and turn to him. He glances over shyly, “this is romantic, isn’t it?”
He chuckles nervously, “sure.”
“I think… if you want to,” you push your shoulder up and tilt your head, “it might be the perfect time to kiss me.”
He gulps and shifts to face you, “really?”
You arch a brow, “my lip gloss tastes like cherry.”
His mouth opens slightly and he sways, “cherry?”
You smile and lean in, stopping just before him as you pucker your lips. His brows rise high on his forehead and his cheeks brighten rosily. He steps close and meets your lips with his as he closes your eyes and you do the same. He presses against your lips before he shyly recoils.
He lets go of your hand and covers his mouth, “sorry, I never– was that bad.”
“Not at all,” you flick your lashes open, “that was sweet.”
“Sweet?” He murmurs.
“Come on,” you turn and sit on the wide ledges of the fountain, “we can work on it.”
“Work on it?” He squeaks.
You slap the marble next to you, “Steve, let me show you how to work in the tongue, that’s the fun part.” He looks like he’s about to faint. You laugh as he sits stiffly and you rub his back, “or not.  You don’t have to do anything you don’t like.”
“No, I want to,” he pokes his tongue out to lick his lips, turning his head to you slowly, “you’re right, it’s cherry.”
You giggle and lean on the heel of your hand, bringing your other hand to his cheek. He grabs your wrist and pulls your touch away, surprising you as he frames your face instead. He grips your chin as he leans in and smushes his lips to yours again. 
You open your mouth slightly and slip your tongue along his lips, welcoming him in. He takes your invitation as his hand crawls up your jaw, firmly holding your head. You lean into him, purring as you rest your hand just above his knee. Why hadn’t you tried a nice guy before?
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Since I don't see much of it,may I request a dark robber Bucky AU? That turned soft dark? It can be a home robbery. Or a bank robbery. Whichever's easier for you. But I feel like a bank robbery would be way more thrilling. Maybe he held her as a hostage and had his way with her. But then decided he wants to keep her for himself after all and add kidnapping to the list <3 Ski mask and all. Like the one Seb wears for his role in that Destroyer movie with Nicole Kidman. Except I want to request the long haired Civil War Bucky looking Bucky in this one. Just imagine how hot it is when he takes off his ski mask & reveals himself to her in all his glory with his long hair falling to the sides of his face and framing it perfectly. And reader is just stunned,because he's too beautiful. Again,if you want to do a home robbery instead,it's fine too. He went to rob a house but wasn't expecting the pretty little thing hiding under the blanket/in the closet. Decided to have some fun on his "quest" and had his way with her but had a change of mind and decided to correct his way, "moves in" with reader in her home and get a proper job now so he can finally marry her in the near future and propose to her with a diamond ring,one that doesn't belong to reader's mother/grandmother/aunt lol. And finally have that break,that normal life he's been craving for so long now and a beautiful wife by his side to spend his whole life with. Sorry if this request sucks,just haven't seen much robber AUs of Bucky so I thought why not? Okay,that's all I got. Whether you want to take it up or not,thank you so much <3 I'll keep enjoying your other works :D
so… um… idk if you know me or not but i am kinda known on here for being a mad slut… i hope you like it and please don't hate me if you don't i know i am greedy af. ill redo it with one of the scenarios if you don't like it <333 
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Pairing: Dark-Soft-Dark Robber!Bucky Barnes | Naïve!You.
Warning(s): Non-con/Dub-con, Dark!Bucky, bank robbery, violence, knife play, gun play, fear kink, unprotected p-in-v sex, missionary, doggy style, corruption kink, sir kink, power imbalance, Daddy kink, stockholm syndrome, he's lowkey mean, size kink, naive!Reader, virginity loss, fingering, spanking, dacryphilia. Minors do not interact. 
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Panicked and horrified eyes turn to stare at you when you are pointed out of your group of hostages to stand up from your position on the ground. Some of your colleagues look at you with pity, others with hope and plea in their teary eyes.
Please, do it for us.
The greater good, and all.
Before you can decide whether you are the sacrificial lamb type or not, the masked man who has called out for you wraps one of his gloved hands around your arm and tugs you away from your group. Your meek and wheezed out requests fall on deaf ears as you are marched down the main hall.
“P- Please!” You turn your head to look back at his covered face with tear stained cheeks, head slightly shaking as your hands tremble beside it from their position in the air.
“I won’t repeat myself” the soft volume of the man’s voice can easily be easily mistaken for mercy if not for the menace in his tone. And the fact that he has the biggest stature out of his entire group –practically a giant- does not help your case. “Get the fuck inside or I’ll make you” he nods towards the door of the manager’s office, gun trained at you threateningly. “Move it.”
Within the next few moments, the man has you pressed up between him and the heavy wooden desk while he towers over you, toying with the loose strands of your hair with a little pocket knife that he has brandished out of his leather jacket.
“Please…” You helplessly plead in vain, thighs quivering from the way he rests his gun between your legs. Your shaking thighs tightly hug the barrel as the tip presses into the table.
“Aw, honey” he is relaxed and unfazed, almost as though he is unaware of the severity of the situation. Or perhaps this is more natural to him than you can ever know. A chill rises in your back as realization hits you. He cannot care less. “Why are you crying?” The man gathers a drop of your panic on the tip of his blade before bringing it to his mouth and taking a lick before humming at the taste. “I just wanna be friends… don’t you wanna be friends?” Your bottom lip wobbles as you shake your head stupidly. 
“P- Please lemme go join the rest…” He sighs at your sob, disappointed. 
“Out there with all those average Joes?” His teal eyes watch you from behind the mask as he traces the shape of your clothed boobs with the knife. “Oh, come on, pretty girl” terror fills you when you feel his hard-on rubbing against one of your knees. “You’re too special to be out there with those lowlifes, baby” your body freezes when the knife trails its way up your chest to rest on your bottom lip.
“P- Please…” A whisper shudders its way out of your still lips while your widened eyes watch the blade trail along the opening of your mouth. “D- Don’t hurt me, s- sir…”
“I won’t have to if you behave…” The tip of the weapon clinks against your teeth as the crown of his gun caresses your intimate part at the same time; having found its way into your pencil skirt. “So say, doll. Will you behave for me?” You would be a fool if you think that you have any other choice than to nod. “Use your words now, come on” his muffled coo is so soft it nearly triggers something inside you. 
But before you can ponder over it, his hand thumps against your cheek to bring you back to the present moment and you find yourself instantly nodding again. "Y- Yes, sir. I- I'll behave for you…" Something scratches at you from deep inside, but the sickening stimulation that you're being subjected to keeps you bound in the present moment.
"Good girl" you let out a relieved exhale when he pulls the blade from your lips and now brings it to the buttons of your blouse. "Tell me, honey. Do you have a boyfriend?" Your cheeks flush despite the situation and you gulp, lowering your eyes to watch him bounce the stitch holding your button together against the sharp metal. "Or… maybe a little girlfriend?" You can't help but loudly gasp when the thread finally comes undone and your swells bounce into his view. 
"P- Please, sir…" The man tuts and shakes his head. 
"Remember, baby. I'll only be nice to you if you are nice to me…" As if to put emphasis on his words, he straightens the knife and softly pokes one of your boobs by sliding the tip inside. You can't see it but your hurried apology makes him smirk under the mask. "Now, then. Where were we…?" 
"N- No, sir…" You softly sob, unable to control your tears. "I d- don't have a boyfriend…" 
"Good girl" he speaks as if he knows you and like you owe it to him, his gun-holding hand disappearing inside his jacket to put the weapon away. Though the relief that washes over you at the sight is short-lived because said hand then comes to grip and caress one of your thighs… under your skirt. "You're too good for silly little boys" your mouth falls agape when he suddenly catches two more of your buttons in a single strike, making your boobs jerk downwards due to the sudden change in pressure. 
"Please–!" 
"Shhhh" his rough hands yank you closer and against him by the help of your ass, your clothed core colliding with his bulge as he now presses the wider part of the knife against your lips. "I won't remind you again, baby. I'll only be nice to you if you shut up and behave like a good fucking girl" his eyelids flutter a little when his hips move against yours. "Because you'll look just as pretty to me without a tongue as you do now, so make your choice" you freeze as blood drains from your face. 
The man gives you a few moments to try him and then he hums in satisfaction when you don't dare. 
"See, that wasn't so fuckin' hard, was it, baby?" Your eyes sting from how tears keep spilling out and down your face in thick streams, the saltiness pricking at your lips as you feel his knife cut your skirt open from the middle before he tears an opening in your pantyhose, groaning at the sight of your pussy before you feel the leather of his gloves tease your folds. "Fucking hell, honey. You've such a cute little pussy on you" you can no longer clearly see what he's doing due to your blurry vision, but the violation of your intimate parts leaves you devoid of any desire to do so. 
Your mind screams at you to stop him.
No one should touch you.
You don't know why exactly, but every fiber of your existence is screeching at you to run. 
Not so much to escape, instead to avoid being defiled. 
But what match are you to an armed man who is thrice your size? 
"It's so tiny and fragile, do you think she can handle me, huh baby?" His voice is heavy as he now pumps his huge leaking cock with one hand, hissing when he touches the tip against your opening to gather some of your slick before spreading it on himself. "You can cry as many of those pretty little tears as you want, angel. Your naughty little pussy is telling me everything I need to know" a sob leaves you at his words as you helplessly sit wide legged with your head hung low, hands resting flat on the table behind you like you had been instructed to do so a few moments ago, now awaiting the inevitable. 
"Fuck" he can't help but roughly curse when your opening refuses to accommodate him and his thick tip slides off it a couple times. "A feisty one" he snickers casually like this is the most normal thing ever. "Good thing I am in the habit of taming–" his words abruptly disappear into a grunt that is accompanied by a jerk of his hips, the action eliciting a loud moan of discomfort from you, "–silly brats like this sweet little pussy here" your back arches as your features scrunch in discomfort, nails pressing against the wooden tabletop. Your pussy squelches around his cock as it is being pried open by his thick girth. 
"Ohhh, sir!" You grunt and more tears escape your eyes. "N- No, no…" Your thighs tremble as you shake your head in horror. "N- No… This is wrong…" Your voice is barely a whisper but he seems to understand you clearly. 
The man cruelly chuckles, the action causing vibrations to travel up your body from where they are connected. "But it sure feels fucking great, don't you agree?" The flat part of his knife digs into the side of your leg as he tightens his hold on your thighs and settles on a rhythm, hips rocking back and forth between the space of your legs. 
Your arms give out and buckle in, causing you to land on your elbows as the loud squeaks of your pussy squeezing at the skin of his cock before letting it go with humiliating clicks only for it to repeat fills the air. 
Your lack of response makes him snort. "What, you don't agree?" When you still don't say anything and just continue to stare at his ski mask, a competitive glint appears in his teal eyes. He brings the knife to your lips and holds it against them. "Kiss it" when your shoulders shake with silent sobs, his hips speed up and the blade presses harder against your skin. "I said, kiss it!" The harshness of his tone forces you to succumb to fear and you obey, nearly sliding up and down the table as you peck the metal. "Now thank me for fucking you" your lips wobble against the weapon but he is relentless as he pants for air in the mask, one hand tightly curled around your knee as your other leg dangles from the table. 
"T- Thank you for fucking me, s- sir…" He twitches inside you with a satisfied growl, each thrust fucking into you deeper and deeper. 
"Now tell me I am the best cock you've ever had" your head is splitting. You feel as though you are being pulled in two opposite directions. A chaos has erupted in your mind and you can barely register his demands anymore. "Do it!" The slap he lands on your boob breaks your train of thought but the hit triggers something inside you and you speak before you can think it over. 
"Please, sir! He won't like it! I can't!" You have no idea who you are referring to and the way his eyes narrow down at you signals that he doesn't either. 
Just what the hell is going on? 
The entirety of today feels like one big Deja Vu.
"Who won't like it?!" His thrusts have turned animalistic but his voice is much less nonchalant than before. "You said you didn't have a boyfriend!"
"I don't!" You squeak out through your tears as your pussy clenches around him and your stomach flips over, the overwhelming sensation in addition to the cruel way in which his hips snap causing your elbows to give up at last. 
"Then who the fuck are you talking about?!" Your shoulders knock over the stationary holder as you shake your head helplessly. 
"I- I don't know!" His hot seed explodes in your tight cavern as you whine loudly, desperate to get away from the assault his cock is inflicting on your worked up gspot. "I don't know! I don't know!" You are at a puzzling loss of words. "But he won't like it! He won't!" 
His concluding thrusts feel almost angry -not that they were much tender in the first place- as a string of muttered curses release from his clenched mouth, the man's long dark hair swaying over his broad shoulders every time he moves. 
"Fucking hell, angel" he rasps once he has finally stopped, though he still remains inside you. "They really did do a number on you, didn't they?" His mask is nearly snatched off his face in the next moment to reveal the most handsome man you have ever seen. 
Utterly remarkable features accompany the teal eyes that watch you angrily, shiny long strands framing them in the most attractive way as the wide shoulders of the man rise and fall with each furious exhale of his flared nose. His sharp jaw that is covered in light stubble is tightly set as he scans your face, fingers tightening around your flesh more and more with the passing second. 
You feel your nether region blink against his cock as you numbly take notice of every detail that he has to offer. Your eyebrows furrow after a few moments when you realize just what you are doing. Then as your eyes begin to widen and palms find the surface of the desk to press against it in order to hoist you up, the realization of why you are doing what you are dawning upon you. 
Your face is next to his within the next second, the discomfort of your joint bodies long forgotten as you reach a finger out towards his face to touch it. 
"Oh, my God…" You whisper as you slowly trace out what the mask had been hiding and like a dam broken, a barrage of memories hits you so hard your vision falters momentarily. "No way…" Your hand falls limp at your side in shock.
"Small world, eh?" His grin glints in the dim lighting of the room. 
. . . 
A loud thump sounded right outside the door of your wardrobe and you couldn't help but whimper, the sound making you widen your eyes before you hurriedly buried your mouth in your fuzzy yellow blanket. 
It was an ordinary Saturday night and you had been watching a movie when you had run out of snacks. So you paused it and got out of bed to grab yourself something from the kitchen but faint unexpected footsteps in the hallway leading to your room forced you to halt your quest.  
Thankfully, you had made it into your current hiding spot just in time before the door to your room slowly opened and a huge figure stepped in, peeking around the room before it stilled in front of the TV. You watched through the slits of the doors as the mysterious man had put two and two together before beginning his search. 
For you. 
You slowly shifted a little to see better when he disappeared momentarily, but then he suddenly walked by the wardrobe and you had to stuff the blanket in your mouth to keep yourself from gasping. The man paused and scanned the room again. Your heart thumped loudly in your chest as he turned towards your bathroom and vanished from your field of vision again. A door opened before clicking close and you sighed in relief. 
Letting a few moments pass before slowly opening the door to a crack, you half turned to grab Kiki, your cuddle buddy and favorite teddy in the entire world from where she had fallen off your lap a moment ago. Though when you went to exit the wardrobe to find your phone and figure out your next move, you found a pair of teal eyes watching you from the crack you had just created, the shock causing you to jump out of your skin and land against the wall behind you with a loud gasp.
You clutched your blanket and teddy close to your pounding chest as you hid your face in your knees, shaking in fear as your heart hammered against your ribcage. 
Some moments passed in complete silence before you felt hands tugging at your cocoon. "Please, please, please!" The most soothing voice you had ever heard responded to them. 
"I'll be nice to you if you'll be nice to me" his words were the most convincing you had ever heard. "What do you say, angel?" You raised your head just enough to see a metal arm extended towards you. 
"Please don't hurt me" you whispered through a wobble of your bottom lip.
"I won't have to if you behave yourself" his form towered you like a vulture hunching over its prey. "You're a good girl, aren't you?" Your furniture had given him some idea of the kind of person that you were. 
And the rest Bucky wanted to find out for himself.
He had decided that he would have you before he had even stepped inside this room when the framed pictures of you with friends and family decorating the living room had caused a tent inside his pants. 
"Use your words for me" you whimpered before slowly nodding your head. 
"Y- Yes, sir. A- Am a good girl" he hummed before thrusting his held out hand in your direction. 
"Come on, then. Don't make me repeat myself" the menacing edge to his tone made you gulp and comply before the minute's end. 
You were slowly and carefully helped out and onto your feet. The stranger's silky hair rushed forth to frame his face when he lowered it to look at Kiki as she landed with a thump on the floor. 
Holding your hand in a firm grip, the man bent to pick her up but didn't hand her back to you. 
"And who is this?"
"K- Kiki, sir."
"Is she your… friend?" 
"B- Bestie, s- sir…" Unbeknownst to you, his cock hardened at your choice of words. 
Fuck. 
"Do you want her back?" You slowly nodded with pleading eyes. 
He hummed again before speaking. "There's a condition." 
"C- Condition, s- sir?" 
"You will be quiet and obedient."
You agreed, not that you had much of a choice but Kiki's wellbeing was your top priority.
The stranger placed you on your bed within the next few moments, pulling your blanket away and giving you a pointed look before threateningly waving the poor teddy in the air when a low whine escaped you. The warning was enough for you to shut your mouth as you curled your toes, flushing under his violating gaze that scanned your underdressed form. 
You were clad in nothing but a tank top and some strawberry pattern underwear. The sudden shift in your body temperature due to the lack of a blanket made your nipples harden against the sheer material of your shirt and the man cursed under his breath before his free hand traveled to his bulge. 
"Why don't you show me how well you and Kiki get along, huh, angel?" You eagerly nodded when the teddy was finally allowed back in your safe hold and you protectively hugged her before going to speak but his next action had you gasping in shock instead. 
"Sir–" 
The man clicked his tongue. "One little peep and you can sweep little Kiki from the hearth tomorrow morning" your eyes became glassy at his words, bottom lip wobbling. And then you inaudibly vowed upon your teddy's safety. 
"S- Sorry, sir."
"See?" His breathing was labored when he stripped you of decency, spreading your legs to examine what was between them and inaudibly grunting at the sight. "That wasn't so hard now, was it, baby?" You shuddered and exhaled heavily through your mouth when his hand curved over the shape of your pussy, thumb swiping over your moist folds.
"N- No, sir." He clicked his tongue. 
"You're too little for that, honey. Call me Daddy." Though questions emerged in your mind, you kept them to yourself for Kiki's sake. "Well?" He raised an eyebrow as his digit found its way to your entrance and he poked at it, the sensation causing you to jump up in shock. 
But you knew better than to express it.
"... Y- Yes, Daddy…" The word felt foreign and awkward in your mouth, but the intrusion of your private areas overpowered every other feeling. 
"Tell me how it feels, honey" the man's tone turned into one of coaxing as the tip of his thumb glided up and down between your folds before circling your entrance. But he kept it from invading your privates for now. 
Your eyebrows were tightly furrowed together as you whined, nuzzling your face into Kiki. "W- Weird, Daddy" that seemed to please him, and he hummed in approval.
"Good girl" a loud and confused squeak escaped you when he pushed the tip of his digit up your glistening slit next. 
"S–" the click of his tongue stopped you and you corrected yourself just in time. "Daddy!" 
"It's okay, honey. Daddies are supposed to take care of their little babies like this" his thumb was soon replaced by his middle finger and you couldn't help but let out a moan when it began to toy with the hood of your clit now, his finger working you open all the while. "See, getting better, isn't it, angel?" It was nothing but strange for your inexperienced body. Your hips tightened but you had no idea what it meant or led to. 
And the intimidating visual was not helping the puzzle. 
"L- Looks so scary, Da- Daddy" your bottom lip jutted out as you sniffled, unknowingly clenching around his finger and making him twitch inside his pants in turn.  
"Aw, baby" he could swear you were the most precious thing he had ever come across. "Too much for your innocent eyes to handle, is it?" He had to have you. "Daddy can help you with that" his finger plopped out of you and your hole retracted, a shudder running down your spine at both the feeling itself and the loss of contact. 
A small pout made its way on your face as you snuggled into Kiki, subconsciously missing the penetration. 
Bucky moved further onto his knees and grasped your naked thighs in his strong calloused hands. "Turn around for Daddy, angel" you were moved to your knees in front of him. He spread your legs apart before moving back to undo his own pants, admiring the handiwork that he had made of you all the while. 
Then he told you that it would  feel a bit strange at first, that it may even hurt, but then it was sure to feel good. 
You panicked when he entered your narrow opening as he hissed out curses, his metal hand curling around your thigh while the other rested on your ass cheeks that it fondled every now and then.
His words that you had initially suspected turned out to be true the more he moved inside you. Your tight, warm channel of moist flesh gripped at his cock in the same way your arms bracingly choked Kiki, whines drawling their way out of your gaping mouth as you nuzzled your flushed face in her soft body, feeling a small flame ignite in the base of your stomach. 
"Hnnng owwhh, Daddy!" You whined as stars clouded your vision when his thick tip hit you deep up your cavern in a certain tender spot. 
"You're so fuckin' tight, angel" his breathing was laboured as his muscular thighs slapped against yours, the collision causing your skin to sting as well as fill the room with a loud clapping sound which was occasionally accompanied by a squelch or two. "It's like you were waiting for your Daddy all along, huh?" You winced when one of his hands wrapped around your hair to pull you back as gently as he could manage. "Tell me you were waiting for me to come along and fuck this pretty pussy broken" you yelped when his free hand landed a harsh smack to one of your ass cheeks. When you didn't respond, he gave a demanding yank to your head. "Don't make me repeat myself, now." 
Bucky could see that you had some difficulty with carrying out orders. 
So he added that to the list of the things that you would have to work on. 
"I- I…" Your chest ached as you struggle to breathe, feeling your senses battle between pain and pleasure. "I w- was waiting for you to co–" your words dissolved into a moan as your form swayed under his rough fucking, "come- come, come and–!" Your fingers tightened around Kiki to brace yourself against the influx of sensation that burst out between your legs when he spanked you one last time before trailing his fingers down your pussy. 
"Go ahead, baby" his lips found the crook of your neck before his sharp teeth grazed against the skin. "You're doing so well for me" your back arched when he pecked your skin right before biting down on it. 
And all of a sudden, the sensory overload was too much for your fucked out mind to handle. Your hips clenched and a lava of what you could only classify as pleasure exploded between them, your vision paling and hearing becoming muffled, mouth falling open to let out raspy stomach churning moans. Suddenly, the intensity of every stimulus that had been tearing its way into your body decreased and a faint ringing swam in your ears. The skin piercing hammering of your heart morphed into heavy thumps and your body went limp as it hung from the robber's cock, being held up solely by the tangle of his arms that encircled your body. 
Bucky felt himself twitch when your orgasm gave way to obedience and you guzzled out your words to fulfill your command. "W- Waz wai'ing for D- Daddy to come along and f- fuck my pussy b- broken" his curse went unheard by you due to your temporary vertigo. 
"Now tell Kiki that" he had to tap one of your cheeks to bring you back to the present. "Look at Kiki and tell her that" the sternness of his words fueled the overstimulation that your core was suffering, the hypersensitivity causing you to clench hard around his girth that pounded into you at a barely registerable pace, your knees shaking uncontrollably. 
"K- Kiki…" Your arms were jelly as you forced them to wobble the pink teddy up in your sight since your head was locked in place by the grip he had on your hair. "I- I…" You whined out a loud moan. "W- Waiting on D- Daddy to c- come and b- break l- little pussy o- open" the brokenness of your voice coupled with the omission of words reached out for his climax and pulled it through. Bucky loudly cursed out in between moans as he rammed into you animalistically, his seed searing into your worked up walls and coating the flesh pale.
You had never been praised the way you were that night when the man– Bucky, he told you once he had placed you in the comforting bath he drew for you, cleaned and washed you thoroughly as he pressed reassuring kisses to your tear stained cheeks. When he declared the next morning that he was moving in, you did not say much for he still intimidated you but you had your suspicions. However, as time passed and you two grew closer than ever, you realized that the transition had been much easier and natural than you had expected. 
Your lover excused you from your outdoor obligations and gave you a list of rules to abide by to make sure you would well fulfill your role as the homerunner. He made a promise with you to mend his ways and he actually did it by finding himself an honest job that paid well enough for your household. Then, even though you reassured him that he could just give you your grandmother's ring to propose, he was adamant on buying you one with a big rock. One that would match the shine of your pretty eyes, he said.
In other words, everything was going well. 
Yes, the beginning of your relationship had been unconventional to say the least.
But fate had a strange way of bringing people together. 
That eventful night had been your share.
What did such silly things matter when the both of you loved each other so much? 
That was, until one day…
. . . 
"I told you, angel. I'd always find my way to you" the man speaks as he fixes his pants while keeping a vigilant eye on you. 
Your mouth is wide as tears wet your cheeks like an unceasing waterfall. "Daddy…" 
"Yes, Daddy" passive rage drips off his smug words. "You thought you could report me and flee the country and that'd be the end of it?"
You shake your head vehemently and sputter out all the words you can manage in your honest defense. Your labored breathing turns into sobs as you grab at his hands and plead your case desperately. 
You hadn't reported him. You could never do that to your Daddy and future husband!
Not even in your worst nightmare!
What had actually happened was that you had been tending to your daily tasks as usual when some strange men with badges you did not understood had shown up to your house while he was at work. They were mean but they had not hurt you. Instead, they had thrusted all kinds of files and records in your face, saying unbelievable things about your Daddy that simply could not be true and then demanding you tell them where he worked. 
But you were too little to know those things. 
So they ransacked your house before one of them found a piece of paper from one of Bucky's jackets before showing it to the rest. Their boss had turned back to look at you one last time with pity in his eyes before he called someone on his phone and joined his fellow men in one of the sleek black SUVs that they had arrived in. Your Daddy had not come home that night. Instead, your sobbing mother who lived in a different city had approached you where you had been waiting for Bucky out on the front stairs of the house. 
She had forced you away from your home. You kept telling her that you had to inform your Daddy of what had happened and that he never ate without you and that he would be looking for you. But your sweet mother had become a tyrant with your safety -like you needed it- and you just could not understand the hysteria until she placed you in therapy that you thought you did not need. 
But when you finally did start responding to the kind lady at the funny smelling clinic, you had slowly understood your mother's manic behavior. 
"... And she said you were a terrible man that I best forget all about and move on in my life, Daddy. I didn't mean to blank you out!" You finish your speech, squeezing his fingers earnestly as your eyes beg his to believe you. "I didn't want to. But they said you were bad and a criminal and, and– I didn't have a choice" you sob and shake your head desperately, the awareness of just how hurt he must have felt when you disappeared choking your heart out. "And they wouldn't listen and they kept saying that you kidnapped me and–" he doesn't interrupt you. In fact, he hasn't done much of that in the past few minutes. 
But then a heavy bell goes off in your head all of a sudden and you understand why he has been quiet, the horrific realization causing your muscles to freeze and shrivel as you feel foam rising in your mouth. Your eyes widen to the shape of saucers as the pattering of your tears literally becomes audible in the quiet room. "... But… Y- You…" Your clammy fingers try to yank themselves out of his. "You… did kidnap me after…" Terror grips at your throat. 
Unreadable emotion passes by his teal orbs faster than you can process. Bucky lowers his head as he restricts your hands from pulling out of his by interlocking them in an iron-strong hold. Heaving in a deep sigh, he snickers to himself humorlessly, the long strands of his hair falling over his face as his shoulders shake. 
"Oh, angel" he looks up once he finally gains composure over what had turned into sneering chuckles. "You will have to relearn everything all over again, won't you?" Your body feels petrified as the graveness of the matter sears into your muscles. He tugs his gloves off before cupping your face with his metal hand. "Good thing we have the rest of our lives with no one left to trouble us this time, huh?" With a promising kiss to your lips, he pulls his mask back down and fishes another one out of his jacket before slipping it over your face. "Come on, let's go home" Bucky effortlessly hauls you onto one of his massive shoulders after he swipes your nose with his thumb on which he had poured a strange substance out of a vial. The liquid instantly numbs your mind and your eyes go heavy, not that your terrified body was moving much in the first place. 
The next few things that you feel through your melting senses include Bucky pulling your tattered skirt down before giving a powerful smack to your ass, turning in the opposite direction of the way you had come here after exiting the Manager's office, descend the fire escape that he chooses to exit the building through before briefly jogging to what you figure is probably a vehicle since you hear the beeping open of a lock.
And then everything goes dark.
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yes, i totally photoshopped his mask lmfao.
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Mob Bucky x virgin reader 
If you’re wondering how bad my procrastination is, I started this in November. Anyway, I forgot to add some lines from a different fic here. There’s no plot here, literally just a scene I imagined. Please read the warnings. 
Warnings: dub con, degrading, virginity taking, innocence kink, mentions of blood, horny, feral Bucky is a warning, porn and little plot. Honestly, no plot. 
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He knew he wanted you from the moment he saw you. Cute little sun dresses, beautiful eyes, your perfect lips, every single one of your delicate features making him crave to have you. He didn’t know what to do with himself the day he found out you were a virgin; you said it so quietly he would have missed it if you weren’t curled up on his lap. 
“My sweet innocent baby” He cooed, trying his best to contain his erection, desperate to fill you. “No ones ever touched you?” 
N-no” You shook your head keeping it buried against his neck while your cheeks burned with embarrassment. You were told to wait until marriage to do anything so you did exactly as you were told. It hadn't been a problem up until now, your heart rate beating faster, squeezing your thighs together to make that feeling go away. He was intoxicating; rough fingers tracing over your smooth skin, skimming up to the hem of your dress.
“I-I can’t” You shook your head when he nearly reached your panties, his hand coming to tilt your face up to meet his eyes. 
“Why not, darling”
“We’re-um-” You fumbled with your fingers, choking on your words "We’re not married” 
“Is that all baby?” Bucky chuckled, kissing your cheek, “You know it doesn’t count if I just touch you sweets, would that be okay?” 
You swallowed thickly, knowing it was a bad idea to give into his temptations, the words of your mother and father screaming at you to behave yourself, that were omitting a grave sin, giving into lust-
“O-okay” 
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“It’ll be more comfortable this way, darling” He reassured you as he spread you out on his large bed, all your clothes torn off while he stripped the last of his boxers before crawling beside you. Your eyes flicked down to his thick length, your stomach clenching as it bobbed between his legs while he settled himself. 
“You can look baby, you don’t have to touch if you don’t want to” His husky voice sent shivers down your spine when he caught you struggling to look away, your eyes now fully trained on the way a stick liquid was beading from the tip of his cock. He gently parted your thighs, moving to kneel in between them, the pads of his fingers brushing over your clit making you squeak in surprise at the feeling. 
“Just your fingers?” You looked at him nervously with doe eyes as he gave you a wolfish grin. 
“Just my fingers love, you’re not doing anything wrong” He rubbed the side of your thigh comfortingly while he coated his fingers in your slick, pressing the middle one into your entrance. “Still such a good girl” 
You gasped at the gentle stretch, gripping onto the sheets when he slowly added another, pumping in and out of your pussy, groaning at the way your thighs parted further to give him better access. 
“Look at this little button” Bucky whispered, rubbing deliberate circles around your clit, watching the way you started to fall apart when he crooked his fingers, fingering you faster. Your moans were music to his ears, his other hand pulling your lip away from your teeth to keep you from silencing yourself. “C’mon, I know you feel it princess, you can cum pretty girl” 
“I-I’m gonna-Bucky-Please!-” The squelching sounds of your sopping cunt got louder as you came closer and closer to the edge, blinding pleasure finally pushing you off as you convulsed around his fingers. “Oh God!” 
“That’s it baby” Bucky slowed down, gently pulling his fingers out and licking them clean, smirking when you cracked your eyes open again, sweat making your skin glisten. He was still kneeling in front of you, precum dribbling down his shaft, his balls achingly full while you shyly peered up at him through your lashes.
He was gorgeous. 
Gorgeous enough you’d want to-
No. 
As if he could read your mind. Bucky took your hand in his, placing your palm on his cock, nearly growling at how soft you felt compared to his rough hand wen he touched himself. 
“You can touch baby, you’re still my good girl” Bucky’s voice was breathless as you hesitantly wrapped your hand around his velvety shaft, stroking his heavy cock. He kept his hand over yours, jerking himself into your fist while his eyes raked up and down your body. 
“Let me touch you darling” He nearly fell forward when your thumb swiped over his slit, “Just let me rub it on you baby, it doesn’t count sweets, you don’t have to worry” 
“Are-are you sure?”
“Of course baby” 
He promised again while you bit your li hesitation before giving him a shaky nod. Bucky groaned, slotting himself between you legs, pumping his cock before rubbing it between you folds, his swollen tip leaking all over your already soaked pussy. 
“So soft bunny” He growled, throbbing when his tip caught against your entrance before rubbing against your clit again, “Feels s’good” 
“Bucky” You moaned in his ear as he started to hump against your pussy, slotting his cock snugly between your folds, his cockhead bumping against your clit with each thrust. “Bucky please” 
You weren’t sure what you were begging for, the feeling of him slipping up and down against you between the grunts and groans he made each time made your belly clench, your eyes growing wide when he was pressed against your entrance again, 
“Bucky-Bucky we can’t-” You looked at him with frantic eyes, his heavy body now fully resting on top of you while he continued to tease his cock, softly pressing against you.  
“That’s not what you call me love, you know better” Bucky had tested the waters earlier, loving how flustered and shy you got when he insisted you call him by something else, making you even more needy for him. 
 “But-were not married daddy” You whimpered, feeling the blunt tip of his cock starting to press against your entrance while he hummed with approval. 
“I won’t move love, just-just let me put the tip in, alright? Just the tip darling” He barely waited for your permission, breaching your hole as soon as you nodded, the sharp sting making you cry out in pain. 
“DADDY!, DADDY s’too much!” You shook your head as he kept pushing in more, stretching as if he were trying to split you in half. 
“I won’t fuck you, just wanna feel it” He gasped as soon as he was fully sheathed in you, your tight walls choking his cock. “Oh fuck angel, you’re so tight, make room for my cock baby, c’mon, let daddy fuck you baby” 
“It’s too big, it hurts” You cried out, squirming and withering on the bed, your legs squeezing and tensing around him while he brought his hand to wipe your tears, pushing away the strange of hair that clung to your forehead. 
“But you feel so good love, you gonna let daddy take your virginity baby?” 
“I-but-we-”
Bucky cooed at your stammering while staying fully buried in your cunt, precum already leaking. He pulled his hips back before thrusting forward making you squeal, his eyes locked with your as he started to fuck you. 
“Stop daddy!” Your nails clawed at his back pleasure, pain, shame, guilt, lust, one too many emotions flowing through you as he moved faster, his muscles tensing, rippling down his body. “Slow down, please!” 
“But you’re making daddy feel so good baby” Bucky groaned, lost in his own world, feral over how tight you were, how you pleaded for him to slow down, his cock was too much for your tiny pussy to take. He loved the way you hiccupped and choked sobs, your greedy virgin cunt sucking him right back in each time he pulled out.  
He was sure he could smell the light scent of iron in the air, looking down at where the both of you were connected, his shaft covered in your creamy slick. Spots of red stained his white sheets, but that only seemed to spur him on more, growling and pounding you harder. 
“Oh sweet girl, did I stretch you too much?” 
“It-hurts” You whimpered, clinging onto him, biting down on his shoulder to keep from crying, you wanted to be so good for him but you could feel the pain radiating through your body, shame melting into pleasure as he drove his cock in deeper. He could feel his length swell, his balls starting to pull tight against his body when you bit down harder, the pain making him throb. 
“Gonna let daddy put his seed in you princess? Hmm? We’re not even married darling, are you gonna let my cock bust in you?” It was so wrong, all of it was so wrong but you were too far gone, too deep, your foggy brain caving, giving into everything you’d always wanted. 
“Yes daddy yes!” Your thighs trembled, squeezing tightly around his waist as the wiry hair at the base of his cock rubbed against your clit. Spots clouded around your vision as you clenched around his cock making it hard for him to move, your second orgasm ready to wash over you. 
“That’s a good slut, taking all of her daddy’s dick and letting him making a mess in her” He let out a dark chuckle as his hand came up to wrap around your throat, softly squeezing the sides. 
“M’m-not a slut” Your whimper turned into a guttural moan as he pounded you with everything he had, the bed shaking, his balls slapping your ass. “Ah-AHh fuck!!” 
“Oh but you are baby, all naked and spread out on my bed, fuck princess, m’gonna give it to you so hard, m’gonna cum so fucking hard, shit-FUCCKK” Bucky roared, as bursts of cum streamed out of his cock, the feeling of his seed making you feel warm inside. “You’re milking my cock you slut, gonna milk my fuckin’ dry the way you’re choking me, go on and milk me sweets, take it all” 
You cried out as you came around his cock, emptying him for all he was worth. He wrapped his arms around you, keeping himself warm while you nearly passed out from pleasure, shuddering in his hold. He smirked at your fucked out state, pushing his hips up making you whimper, cuddling into his chest. 
“Rest darling, daddy isn’t finish yet”  
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𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐈𝐬 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐞
𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤!𝐂𝐄𝐎!𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐬𝐬… 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐱 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝, 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐄𝐎 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐫. 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧. 𝐀𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞.
𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟒𝟏𝟔𝟔
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐍𝐨𝐧-𝐂𝐨𝐧/𝐃𝐮𝐛-𝐂𝐨𝐧. 𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐬𝐞𝐱. 𝐎𝐫𝐚𝐥 (𝐌 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐅 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠). 𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 (𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤). 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟? 𝐃𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐬 (𝐬𝐥𝐮𝐭, 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞). 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐥. 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐟 𝐜𝐮𝐦 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭, 𝐬𝐨 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐦𝐞, 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐯𝐞. 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔!
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“What do you mean, you’re taking your business elsewhere, Wilson?” 
“Just what I said, Barnes, I got better numbers and I don’t want to waste any more coin on you.” Sam Wilson sounded as smug as could be on the other end of the phone, oblivious to how Bucky’s head was thumping in rage, “Look, I appreciate what you did for my business in the early days, which is why I’ll obviously let you keep the five percent in the contract, you’ll be earning more than enough in profit, stop whining. This isn’t personal, it’s just business.”
“Just business, huh?” Bucky stubbed out his cigarette on his mahogany desk, uncaring of how his assistant would screech at him later about the mark, “It was Y/N, wasn’t it? She poached you away? You know there’s a clause to prevent that-”
“That clause expired eighteen months ago, you lying dirtbag,” Sam Wilson’s voice went cold, reminding Bucky that the man built his empire on more than just Bucky’s original investments, “You overplayed our friendship, and I don’t like being treated like a moron. You keep your five percent and leave it at that, or I’ll buy your ass out. Take it or leave it.”
Bucky could feel the vein in his forehead pulsing, but he was calm and collected as he responded with an even a voice as he could manage, 
“You know I could never turn down the profits you’ll be making, Wilson,” Bucky took a sip of his Lagavulin, “See you at the club this weekend?”
“Sure thing, Barnes.” Sam Wilson hung up, leaving Bucky to finish his drink slowly, before taking the crystal tumbler and throwing it against the wall.
You were going to pay for this.
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Your heart still pounded against your ribcage, even hours later after the deal had been signed off, and it didn’t show signs of stopping anytime soon. You knew that doing what you were doing - taking your knowledge from what you’d learned at Bucky’s company in the years you’d worked there - and poaching Sam Wilson for your new business was a risky move, how could it not be? Technically everything you had done was good and legal, but there were always loopholes, there were always snags, and of course there was always the chance that Bucky could sue. You couldn’t afford that, your business would go under in five minutes flat.
You were full of more nervous energy than you could handle thinking about Bucky and all the things he could do to make your life hell now you had stolen his biggest and oldest client from under his nose. You’d worked for Bucky for over ten years, he’d shown you everything you knew now. You’d been one of his biggest money makers in the last five years when his business had really started to boom, you’d been with his company through everything. And yet now he was a certified millionaire, his business earning generational wealth kind of money, he hadn’t paid it forward, he hadn’t given you what you felt you’d deserved.
So you left, and you’d taken invaluable information with you.
You paced your apartment restlessly, beer in hand, takeout food forgotten on the counter, you were too wound up to eat, but your stomach cramped with pain after not eating all day for the same reasons. All throughout your four hour long meeting with Sam Wilson - at Slyvia’s no less - you’d been hungry, thirsty, desperate… but you couldn’t take your eyes off the ball, not for all that delicious soul food, and certainly not for the profit percentages you were offering Sam. You’d charmed him, you’d wooed him, you’d shown him all the ways that Bucky had screwed him over, hoping the mogul wouldn’t laugh you out of the restaurant - or worse - call Bucky to tell him what was happening and ruin your new venture before it had even begun.
When Sam had finally put his iPad down, when he’d made as many annotations and suggestions as he’d wanted, and when he’d smiled that megawatt smile and held out his hand to seal the deal, you’d almost burst into tears, but instead you’d laughed, and calmly clinked your glass against his. You were your own business owner now. You couldn’t act like the scared little girl you felt you were anymore.
You’d beaten Bucky. It was done.
And yet you couldn’t stop your mind from racing or your fingers from trembling.
You look at the food on your counter again, and then turn to your room, shaking your head. You can’t stay inside for one more minute, you rush to change into your gym clothes, and hurry out the door, hoping that a run would clear your head and let you calm down and enjoy your win.
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 Even though you wore your headphones, you let the noise of Manhattan at night roll over you as you ran, it was like a kind of white noise after a while all that honking and shouting, voices on top of each other rolling and crashing like waves… slowly your anxiety falls away, your heart pounds due to exertion rather than stress, and you can think about how well you had done today without nausea churning in your gut. By the time you head back to your apartment you’re starving and actually ready for a shower and the now cold takeout food, maybe you’d call your friends to tell them what happened-
You’re opening your apartment door when a body slams you into it, pushing you through harshly and sending you to the floor on a grunt of shock. You turn around, skittering away as the door slams behind you, your heart in your mouth, 
“Bucky?!”
“You really should pay better attention, doll, I was following you for at least three blocks,” Bucky takes his jacket off, revealing a deep blue silk shirt underneath, “I was going to talk to you on the street, but I figured a nice, quiet space would be better.” He looks around your apartment in disgust, “Well. It’s quiet anyway.”
“What do you w-want?” You slowly stand on shaking legs, quietly furious that your voice is wavering, but too nervous to show any real anger at Bucky, “You can’t just-”
“You know, sweetheart, I never figured you would be a bitter ex after dumping you. I know I could’ve been nicer about it but shit happens.” Bucky takes a couple of steps closer to you, putting himself firmly between you and the door, “You should know me better though. You don’t fuck with a mans business, Y/N. Not without consequences.”
“You’re mad I stole your tactics, Bucky? You shouldn’t have let me go.” You go to walk around him, but Bucky blocks your path, “Get out of my way.”
“You put yourself in this position, doll, only you can get yourself out of it.” Bucky leans forward, his arm braces next to your head, pinning you against the wall, “I think I’m going to enjoy this next part.”
A spike of fear pulses through you, and you push against Bucky’s chest as hard as you can, moving him just enough that you slip past him, you head to the door-
Only for Bucky to grab your arm, and spin you around so you’re back in the same spot as you were before, except this time your face is pressed against the wall and Bucky pins you there with his body, 
“You’re quick, doll, quick to run, quick to steal, quick to fuck me over,” Bucky reaches around and covers your mouth as you go to yell, as his other hand snakes around your waist so he can grind against your ass, “I think I’ll show you how it feels to be fucked over, doll,” you squirm as he pushes his hand past the waistline of your leggings and the elastic of your underwear, and his cold index finger finds your clit and circles it idly, “God, I missed how good you feel- hey!” 
You kick your heel up behind you, just missing his balls, but at least his hand comes out of your pants- only for Bucky to drag them down past your hips and land a smack against your ass, 
“Bad fucking girl, I’m the one punishing you, remember? You want to fuck me, make me fall for you, whine at me, bitch at me, and then blame me for firing you? And steal my client, you fucking slut?” Bucky tears open your top as he speaks, leaving you in just your sports bra, you can taste a little blood in your mouth from how hard he’s holding your mouth closed, and you twist and turn your head, breathing heavily as he snaps open the clasp on your bra and pushes it up and over your breasts, 
“Bucky- w-wait-”
He stills immediately, his palm resting over your exposed breast, goosebumps erupt over your skin as his lips meet your ear… and you jerk your arms free, spinning to face him, you raise your arm to slap Bucky as hard as you can, but he grabs both your wrists before you can, pinning them to your stomach and pushing you back against the wall once more, 
“So we’re doing this then, huh?” Bucky grins devilishly, raising his free hand once more to cup your breast, his thumb rubbing over your nipple softly, “You got pretty tits, for a thieving little whore, anyway.”
“Fuck you-!”
“Oh, that’s the plan, doll, I want my pound of flesh off of you, but first,” Bucky lifts your arms over your head, and pushes down so you fall to your knees, “I wanna fuck your throat raw. Can’t sweet talk your way into all my clients contracts if you can’t speak, can you?”
You clamp your jaw closed as tight as possible, pressing your lips together as Bucky undoes his pants one handed and pushes them down. He wears no underwear, he never has, you used to love that about him, back when the company was small and it was just you two and one or two others. The lust you and Bucky have for each other was never really sated, you’d tease and frustrate each other in the office as often as possible, until one of you would drag the other away to have quickies in the storage closet. His lack of underwear had made you feel special then, like he wanted as little barriers between you as possible. Now it was used against you in the worst way. Bucky tutted as he pushed his cock towards your face, rubbing the tip over your resolutely closed lips until you could taste the salt of his pre cum on them.
“Come on, doll, open up, you suck cock better than anyone else I’ve ever fucked, so suck it!” Bucky apparently gets tired of you refusing him, and he lets go of your wrists, swats away your feeble attempts to stand up and get away, and then he grabs you by the back of your neck and uses his other hand to cover your nose, “You really want to pass out rather than sucking me off like a good girl, Y/N? You piss me off and pass out, you’ll wake up to my cock in your ass. Open your whore mouth and I’ll make it good for you, I promise, doll, come on now…”
You don’t want to give him the satisfaction, but your mouth opens almost immediately on a gasp for breath, you meet Bucky’s crystal blue eyes, staring down at you, you almost see concern there, his free hand moves to cup your cheek as you catch your breath… and then he closes the gap once more, his grip leaving your face so he can grip the base of his cock and feed it into your open mouth on a groan, 
“Your lips were made for this, doll, I should’ve never let you go, fuck… maybe I’ll take you back to my place after this, huh? Keep you in my bed for good, spreader bar on your legs and arms tied to the fuckin’ headboard…” 
Bucky keeps up his darkly erotic threats as he keeps his promise and fucks your throat hard enough to hurt, both hands now engulf your skull so you can’t move. Tears stream down your face, you’re gripping onto the firm muscle of his things in a pointless attempt to keep Bucky at a distance, deliberately digging your nails into his skin in an attempt to inflict a little pain back on him-
Bucky grabs the back of your head and pulls it back so you’re looking up at him as he jerks his cock off over your face, “Open wide, Y/N, I wanna see you covered with me again.” 
You flinch as he comes over your face, the first ropes landing across your lips, your eyes, a little in your hair line. Bucky grunts as he comes, sounds that make your cunt throb involuntarily, and you lick up the last drops obediently as Bucky pushes his cock back past your lips,
“Good girl. You always looked the most perfect after I fucking ruined you.” Bucky brought you back to your feet, wiping his spend off of your cheek and bringing it down to your breasts, rubbing it into the skin gently, “You bring out the caveman in me, doll. I want my scent on you, keep Sam Wilson away from you once and for all.”
“I’m not-” you pull away again when Bucky starts rolling your nipples between his fingers, “it’s not about that, it’s business, you were the one who taught me that!”
Bucky pauses, his hand going to close gently around your throat, his thumb rubbing soothingly over the skin there before he backs you against the small table in your kitchen, 
“Maybe you’re right, maybe not. Maybe I’m just a possessive bastard who’s fucked off that you got one over on me.” Bucky’s lips brush against yours as he leans forwards, “Now I’m gonna teach you another lesson you’d better learn quick. My clients, my business, and my fucking woman all belong to me, you got that?” You don’t get a chance to answer as he presses his lips to yours, his tongue seeking entry immediately. You’re exhausted and sore, you don’t have the will to fight Bucky anymore, not when he’s kissing you like he would devour you if he could, not when he’s tilting your face to that angle that makes your head swim, and not when he starts pulling the rest of your torn and ruined clothing off of you and flinging it behind him until he’s left holding the remains of your top in his hands.
You’re too tired to fight when he uses the tattered cloth to bind your hands behind your back, just tight enough that you know you couldn’t get free if you wanted to, but not tight enough to hurt. Bucky pecks your lips, a smile back on his face as he steps away and looks at you, 
“There, now you can’t try and slap me again,” Bucky unbuttons his shirt, shrugging the silk off his shoulders carelessly before kicking his shoes off and swiftly pulling his pants down as well, leaving him as naked as you are. Your mouth waters involuntarily when you see his body. Bucky had always been beautifully built, but it looked like he’d put on some weight, that he’d been hitting the gym a little harder than usual… he was stunning, even as he advanced on you and put his hands on you as he wanted.
“Let me look at you, sweetheart, I’ve missed your cunt so much,” Bucky puts his thumb in your mouth, making you get it wet, before bringing it down to your clit, parting your lips so he can press directly on it in a way he knows drives you insane, “I should get a picture later, so I never have to miss it again, huh? I wonder if you’re still as tight as I remember…” Bucky and you groan together as he slides his middle finger slowly inside you, torturing you with how gentle he could be now he has you where he wants you. It’s maddening how good it feels as he fingers you slowly, his thumb rubbing circles so gently against your clit…
“Bucky…”
“Shhh, open up your legs wider, doll, I’ll put another finger in,” You do as you’re told, your heart pounds as you’re rewarded with Bucky’s index finger joining his middle finger inside you, “good girl, you’re so pretty like this, spread open and wet, waiting for me to fuck you like you like it… you haven’t fucked anyone else, have you? Your cunt is so tight, you’re gonna break my fingers off if I fuck you with a third finger…”
Bucky does anyway. It’s almost painful… it’s almost agony as your orgasm builds…
“Bad slut.” You yelp when Bucky pulls his fingers out and slaps against your clit, “I didn’t say you could come, did I? You’ll do that bouncing on my cock or not at all. Thieving whores don’t get to come all gentle like they earned it.” You struggle again when Bucky pulls you towards him, pulling away when he tries to kiss you again, but you’re unable to stop him when he spins you around and bends you over the table, the edge digging into your thighs and the surface cold enough a pained gasp leaves your lips, 
“Bucky, w-wait-”
Bucky stills, his palm warm against the cheek of your ass… 
“I’d steal Sam away again. I’ll steal all your goddamn clients for this!” You try to stand, but Bucky chuckles darkly, pushing you back down easily and spanking the cheek he was just caressing firmly enough that you feel bruises start to form against the front of your thighs as you’re shunted against the edge of the table, 
“You’ll be lucky to walk after I’m through with you, doll, and you’re mouthing off too much for someone who just swallowed my cum and almost came on my fingers, you really are a little slut for me, aren’t you?” You squirm as Bucky’s fingers slide back inside your cunt idly, and then squeak and try again to push away when he brings your slick and rubs against your back passage, “Stay fucking still, I’m just touching your cute ass, I’m not going to fuck you there, not yet anyway.” You open your mouth to start yelling, but Bucky lifts your right leg so your knee is on the table, leaving you wide open for Bucky as he sinks to his knees behind you, 
“You look good enough to eat like this… and I’m fucking starving.” You feel Bucky spreading you wide open, you barely have time to gasp before you feel his cool tongue push its way inside you, tongue fucking you like the starved man he says he is. Bucky tastes every inch of you, sucking on your clit, french kissing your cunt and laving at your back passage until you feel like you’re ready to beg him to let you come.
Which you can’t do. Not with any pride in you.
“You still taste like heaven, doll, let’s see if you still fuck like it too.”
That’s all the warning you get before Bucky stands and thrusts into you in one go.
You’re bound and helpless beneath Bucky as he takes his frustration out on your body, fucking you so relentlessly that you know you’re going to struggle to walk the following day. You feel bruises form on your throat as Bucky brings his hand around and closes it around your neck, your ass is definitely going to hurt as Bucky spanks and grabs at it as he fucks you, he tells you you’re his, you’re a slut, you’re the best fuck he’s ever had and he’s never letting you go again. You don’t bite down when he pushes his fingers back into your mouth, you can taste yourself on them and it just drives your insidious lust higher, especially when he brings them back down to your clit and rubs firmly, 
“Come all over me, I want to see you dripping after I’m done with you.”
Your orgasm hits as Bucky’s hold tightens on you. You’re as possessed by him as you’ve ever been, he fills you up as he grunts his second orgasm, and you couldn’t move if you wanted as Bucky follows through on his previous wish and takes a picture of your dripping and ruined cunt.
You don’t fight when your hands are unbound, and Bucky helps you into the bathroom to wash off, and then to your bed to sleep. Your brain is finally quiet, thanks to Bucky.
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“Y/N? Wake up, doll.”
You try to open your eyes and groan in pain when you try to stretch. A hot bath was in your immediate future, maybe you’d get to use those lavender bath salts Bucky got you a few weeks ago…
You lean into the warm hand that caresses your cheek as you finally wake up, and you smile as you meet Bucky’s concerned gaze, 
“Hey.”
“Hey, doll. How’re you feeling?” Bucky kneels on the floor next to you, you notice that you’re wrapped up in bed, it’s still dark so you probably only had been passed out for less than an hour, and Bucky had clearly taken a shower and gotten changed into the grey sweatpants and white t-shirt you loved on him. His thumb brushes over your cheek, and you turn your head just enough to press a kiss to his palm, 
“Better. Thank you for…”
“I’m so proud of you for what you did with Sam today, sweetheart, you did that all by yourself, you don’t need to thank me for shit, okay?”
You huff out a laugh, but you do need to thank Bucky. After your meeting with Sam - the first major client meeting you’d ever had on your own - your mind had been racing, you thought you’d go crazy if you didn’t do something, so you’d called Bucky, and talked through your idea with him. Thankfully he’d been happy to talk the taboo kink through, he’d picked you up and taken you to his place where you’d thoroughly discussed scenarios, safe words, limits and boundaries.
And then he’d let you go home to wait for him.
“I couldn’t have gotten through today without you. I’m still kind of nervous about what happens next, but I know I can handle it now.”
“You could always handle it, doll, why do you think I let you go to start your own business?” Bucky grins, leaning forward to press a kiss to your forehead, before standing and heading to the kitchen, “When our companies merge, everyone will be happy, and it will be entirely down to you and that genius brain of yours.” You smile at Bucky’s praise, and then hide under the covers when Bucky finds the takeout food, “Have you not eaten today, Y/N?!”
“I was too nervous, don’t be mad - ah!” The covers are pulled away, leaving you staring up at an angry looking Bucky, you glare right back, “We’re not playing games right now Bucky, you can stop acting like you’re going to force feed me, just heat it up and I’ll be there in a minute!” Bucky’s face softens as you tell him off, and he sits on the bed next to you, cupping your cheek in the gentle way that makes you melt.
You were precious to Bucky, he was precious to you.
“You sure you're okay? I thought that I maybe went too far a couple of times… you told me to wait and- and- I don’t ever want to scare you, doll. You’re why I am where I am. I want to be your supporter as well.”
Your heart cracks a little as Bucky admits what it cost him to do what you discussed - consensual non consent is tricky, but it was what you needed to deal with your stress and anxiety. You could only ever trust Bucky with something like this, and he proved how right you were by being everything you needed and then some,
“You’re perfect, Bucky, okay?” You reach up to grab his wrist, and then mirror his hold and cup his cheek, you shiver as his stubble brushes over your palm, “You did everything I asked, waited when I needed it, and if I’d asked you to stop I know you would’ve done. Thank you.” Bucky pulls you towards him and you kiss him deeply, happy and content with how your day went-
And then your stomach growls so Bucky gets up on a groan, “I’ll get that food ready, then I’ll run you a bath, maybe I’ll join you… if you’re not too sore, you can sit on my dick as I wash you, huh?”
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i know soft dark! bucky is finna spend a fortune on rings now that his “not wife” is gonna throw them in the nearest body of water whenever she gets the chance
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Pairing: Soft!Dark Mafia Bucky x Reader
AN: Bucky is more than willing to play your games.
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Bucky lounges in his chair, tapping his glass of bourbon on the edge of his desk. A smile pulls the corner of his lips upwards, his unwavering gaze follows you across the room. He's been silently watching you rampage, taking a bat to his office. You're up to over fifty grand in damages. He's impressed.
"Are you almost finished Kisa? The Markovs have been holding up one of my shipments so now I'm holding their boss in our warehouse." He lifts his glass to his mouth, his brow lifting as he thinks about how easy it was to capture the brash patriarch.
Bucky was disappointed by how quickly Ronan begged for his life when he saw the mobster saunter into his home last night.
You put more fight than he ever did. It's why you're one of the few that has earned his respect.
"I need to figure out if I'm sending him back in pieces or if I'll give them a chance to make things right and then send him back in pieces."
You freeze, eyes widening as your grip on the vintage baseball bat loosen and it hits the floor with a loud thud before rolling away. "Bucky you can't say shit like that."
"What? He knew the consequences of fucking with me. Markov made his choice when he decided to interfere with my business. By touching my product, he forced my hand and now I'm cutting off his." His cavalier tone sets you on edge, a heady pulse heat flares to life and it takes all your willpower to not clench your thighs.
You shouldn't want him, definitely shouldn't like the way his voice deepens, a hint of his accent coming through the smooth baritone whenever he threatens someone.
"No you shouldn't say shit like that to me," you clarify, taking a framed picture off the wall and tossing it across the room. "Don't act shocked when the cops arrest you and force me to testify against you."
Bucky cants his head, pleased by your choice of words, he wonders if you even realize what you just revealed to him. "Wives can't be forced to testify against their husbands."
You tear off the diamond ring and throw it at his head. "I'm not your fucking wife and I'm not your Kisa either. " You brace yourself for a reaction but his eyes remain on your face as he catches it. Frustration mounts, you march to him wanting to slap that smug look over his handsome face. "Did you hear me Bucky?"
Setting his glass down, he lunges forward, his tattooed hand locks around your wrist and wrestles you onto his lap. Positioning you until you're trapped with arm around your belly as he holds your hand up. Lips brush your ear, his voice rolls down your spine like cherry whiskey, warm and dark. "You can lie to yourself Kisa but we both know how you really feel. Why deny yourself?"
"I don't want anything from you," you retort, the lie leaves a bitter aftertaste in your mouth.
"Then why is your pussy soaking my pants?" He murmurs unperturbed, chaining kisses down your arm.
You want to say it's not but his thigh is between your legs, the corded muscles pressing against your cunt, just enough for you to feel him but not enough to relieve the traitorous ache in your clit. A part of you desperately needing that sweet burning stretch that leaves you feeling so full and so good even as you want to wrap your hands around his throat.
He sighs when you refuse to answer.
"You can put your ring back on your pretty finger so I can fuck all that anger out of you. We both know your little pussy is begging for me to fuck her." Bucky slides the ring back on your finger. He takes your chin, turning your head so he can see your face. "Or you can continue to fight me so when I bend you over my desk and take what I want, you can keep pretending you don't love everything I give you."
Your choice Kisa.
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peachprairie · 9 months
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Warnings: DUB-CON, oral (f receiving), intoxication, and alcohol *read at your own discretion*
Tags: darkish bucky barnes, fluff
Summary: after a night out with more than a few drinks you come home needing some love from bucky l wc: 1.5k
Notes: 1st marvel fic/blurb lets goo. this is pretty much pure smut so enjoy! pls reblog or give me feedback/lmk your thoughts.
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The click of the lock fills the small hallway of the apartment. You had been out later than you anticipated. 
Natasha thought it was a good idea to keep ordering drinks throughout the night, specifically for you. All because she was shocked to learn that you didn't have a 'go to' drink order. She was adamant on finding you one, but with all the cocktails thrown at you they all seemed to fuzzily blur together. 
Your shoes shuffle on the wood, as you make your way to your bedroom.
The amount of alcohol you consumed tonight was way over your typical. Bucky always teased you about being "a lightweight", and because of your tolerance he always picked out drinks for you. He is truly everything you could ask for in a partner. He constantly showers you with love, care, and adoration. Throughout the night your mind kept drifting to him. He was all you could think about. How you wanted to be wrapped in his arms, how you wanted to kiss him, how you missed him.
You breach the bedroom doorway and there he was, back leaned against the headboard with his favorite book in hand. He smiles at your presence and you cross over to him in need of his affection.
"How was your outing with Nat?" He gazes up at you as you hover over him, your hands fall to his bare chest in efforts to stabilize yourself before ambushing his lips and face with small kisses.
"It was fun. She was trying to help me find a signature drink." 
"Oh, was she now? I knew you seemed a little more than tipsy."
"I do?" You eek. 
His comment surprises you because on the way up Nat said you sobered up a great deal on the ride home. If only he knew how drunk you were earlier he probably would have been really worried for you, and maybe even upset with Nat. 
"Yes doll" he grins as he places the book on the nightstand. "Tell me, what drink did you decide on?"
You straighten upright, trying to remember a drink you favored. The one with orange notes, came to your memory.
"The mai tai was good. Don't know if I found my favorite quite yet though." 
You move to wiggle your shoes off, and almost fall in the process due to the imbalance in heel height. Thankfully, Bucky outstretches his arm and holds your waist to give you balance.
You can't help but smile down at him. He was so careful with you and it drove you crazy in the best way. You admire his beauty as you rid yourself of your clothes. Everything goes except for your panties.
You crawl onto him, settling your legs outside of his. His large hands rest on your waist while yours rest on both sides of his face.
"I missed you" you whisper before, pressing your lips to his. When you pull back his ocean eyes are fixed on your doe ones. 
"I missed you too doll" he whispers back, then lays a kiss on your forehead. 
His arms wrap snugly around you, pulling you taught to his chest. Your head rests in the crook of his neck as his hand rubs over your spine. You loved being in his arms, it was your favorite place to be. Everything about this moment was blooming a desire in you. The bare feel of his skin on yours, the way you could hear his heart race, the way he held you so tight.
You tilt your head ever so slightly so that your lips find his neck. You leave sultry kisses along the soft skin, while your hand clings to the nape of his neck. Your hips mindlessly grind down onto his lap, yearning for a deeper connection.
"Doll" he nuzzles his lips to your ear, as his hand stalls your movement "you're really drunk, we should get you to bed"
"But I want you right now" You continue kissing his skin, moving down to his shoulder. "I need you" 
His hand fell onto your outer thigh, he was pleasantly surprised at your neediness. You take advantage of his lack of response and continue grinding on his lap. You pull away from his neck and are delighted to find that lustful look in his eyes.
The eye contact you were giving and the way you were batting your lashes at him, was making him weak. He was rock hard already at the way you were grinding just right onto his clothed member. Nonetheless he knew he shouldn't have sex with you while you were in this state. 
"Doll, we cant have sex while you're like this" 
"But buck you're so hard already, and I'm worked up too"
You were driving him insane, with every second that passed his morals were slipping. You were insatiable and all he wanted to do was take care of you. Trust that he craved the feel of you clenched around him, milking him, but it would be wrong for him to benefit from this, right? That's when the thought crosses his mind…  if he satisfied only your desires it would be completely different. He wouldn't be using you or taking advantage of you, he would be pleasing you.
You're pulled out of your haze by the abrupt change of position. You now lay underneath him, his body weight pressing between your spread legs.
His lips hover just above yours, while your foreheads join. 
"Baby" His breath sends a wave through your body, and your hips buck up into his. His eyes shut as he takes a deep breath "Fuck, you're making this hard for me"
His lips brush yours, so softly "I can't give you that right now doll" the pout that displays on your lips saddens him. "I can still make you feel good though, that okay?"
You fervently nod your head at his proposal. His lips collide with yours, developing into a heated mess. Your tongues dance, and lips push together almost bruisingly.
The feel of his hands gliding along your skin, elicits a small whimper into his mouth. His lips deter, kissing along your clavicle, as his fingers hook into the fabric that lays on your hips.
He moves down your body kissing just below your belly button, while his fingers pull down and toss aside the soaked fabric. 
His eyes hadn't left yours throughout the whole process, he was enamored by you. When he lowers his head between your legs, your teeth fall upon your lip with anticipation.
His hands roam along your thighs before lifting them, and splaying his hands along the backs. You were spread on display for him, more than you already were before.
"Such a pretty pussy" 
The warmth of his breath right above your cunt makes you squirm. His firm hold on you doesn't allow for more than the small movement. 
A moan falls from your lips, when his tongue slides along your slit, his tongue barely brushing against your clit. 
"This ok baby?" 
A whine pushes from your mouth as he slowly curls his tongue against your most sensitive spot. 
"Mhmm. Please buck."
He loves the sounds you make for him. That specific plea does it for him in the moment, pushing him over the edge to the point where he’s ravenous. 
His head burrows into your drenched cunt, and the way he manipulates your body yanks a cry from you.
"Oh buck" your head flings back into the pillow.
Your fingers bunch onto the silky sheets, as he laps at you with intense focus.
Amidst your bliss, you could hear the lewd sounds of your arousal and you could feel it dripping down your crease. The sound of his moans, as he ate you so greedily, blended with yours.
Due to your inebriation, you feel so much more sensitive now than you had ever before. Your hand flies to grip his dark locs at an almost overwhelming sense of pleasure.
"Please, just like that buck." You wrathe against him as your body temperature increases.
The feeling of digits plunging into your leaking hole rips a moan from you. He sets a sweet pace, thrusting deep while the tips of his fingers brush against your sweet spot. It was overwhelming. 
You were practically sucking his fingers in which spurs him on with enthusiasm, suckling and toying at your clit. 
In a blur full of ecstasy and pleasure, your walls contract around his fingers as you grip his hair tight letting out a sob of release.
His pace persists all the way through your orgasm, resulting in your legs quaking in his hold. His fingers stall inside of you, but your walls continue to flutter.
He gives you another swipe with his tongue, then peaks up to look at you. He licks your slick from his lips as his thumb caress at your thigh. He basks in the fucked out expression written all over your face.
"Are you satisfied, or do you want some more doll?"
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Notes: in my head this ends with him eating her out til he thinks she's sober enough for him to fuck her, however writing smut kills me so i leave it to imagination
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thyme-in-a-bubble · 5 months
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can't fight the moonlight
kinktober, day twenty-nine
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a/n: this one was a fantasy that was so fuzzy and took a surprisingly long time to figure out, but the hazy dream of it kept me going till i solved the puzzle
summary: it didn’t matter what you did or how hard you tried, you had no way of overpowering the beast the moonlight turned him into. 
warnings: werewolf!bucky barnes x reader, smut, bucky's wolf form is very humanoid looking (think more teen wolf, less twilight), dubcon/noncon, predator/prey, established relationship, monsterfucking, little to no foreplay, dirty talk, squirting, overstimulation, cock drunk, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, forced breeding, belly bulge, size kink, size difference
word count: 2345
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“…and you’ve got some water in case you get thirsty and-, oh! Do you have something to eat? A snack or something?” you blabbered tensely as you helped lock the heavy chains that your partner snaked securely around his own limbs, bolting him to the cold basement for the night, “because I could go make you-”
Letting the iron in his grasp suddenly fall to the floor in a loud clang, like a volcano he exploded, “no!” heatedly throwing his hands up as he fumed, “I don’t need a fucking snack, would you just-…” catching your wide eyes, his sudden anger thawed a bit as he finally heard his own words, “I’m sorry.”
“No, I’m sorry,” you clutched your hands close to your chest, the keys tight in them dug into your palms.
Head lightly tilting to the side, Bucky let out a sigh, “you’re just trying to help and I’m-”
“It’s okay, I know,” you reassured him, “it’s the moon, I get it, don’t worry, darling,” you averted your gaze, staring down at the cold concrete floor, “I’m sorry about freaking out, like I do every month, but I just wanna do something that can make this better for you, even a little bit, anything, even though I know that there isn’t anything that can, I still can’t stop trying because I hate this,” you heard your voice grow thick and tears begin to blur up your vision, “I really really hate this.”
“Y/n…” you felt his fingers gently graze your cheek, bringing your glossy gaze back up to his, “you are helping, more than you even know. Before I met you, before you moved in and started being here every full moon, I was always terrified of getting out, terrified that I couldn’t detain myself enough and someone would end up getting hurt or worse… but I’m not scared of that anymore. It hasn’t happened once since you’ve been here to bolt the chains I can’t get to on my own and lock the doors from the other side. Plus knowing that you’ll be here when the sun eventually comes up, I hold onto that, no matter how painful it gets or how much I disappear, that fact doesn’t, it stays with me, keeps me somewhat sane throughout the night.” 
Letting out a shaky breath, you blinked away the mist in your eyes, trying to be brave as you uttered, “I love you.”
“I love you too,” he exhaled, gazing at you as you leaned in to seal the final padlock with a click. Getting up to your feet, you stepped towards the door, but your fingers froze on the knob as Bucky’s voice filled the cellar once more, “try and get some sleep, okay? I’ll see you in a bit.”
Glancing over your shoulder at his shackled frame, sitting against the wall, skin already glistening from the pending trauma, you promised, “okay,” even though you knew this night wouldn’t be any different from the rest. 
You could never sleep when the moon was full, never even relax enough to rest for a bit. Even though the layers of resources that encased the basement silenced Bucky’s screams of agony from the rest of the neighbourhood as well as your own ears, just the knowledge that only one floor below where you were trying to slumber, there your beloved laid in pain as every single bone in his body had to break before he could turn into a monster of the moon, that awareness kept you up better than any caffeine could. 
Locking the solid steel door behind you, so you repeated with the one atop the wonky staircase, the rest of the house suddenly feeling so cold without his presence. 
Still clad in garb you’d worn to work, you couldn’t bother to change out of it even if the dress and stockings weren’t the most comfortable clothing to do an all-nighter in, you just seized the grey cabled cardigan draped over the armchair by the fireplace and shrugged it over top.
Holding the kettle under the tap to fill it up, your weary vision locked on the ominous sphere looming in the night sky clearly visible from the kitchen window. Losing yourself to the sight, too absorbed by the troubling thoughts it brought on, you only snapped out of the trance when cold water began to flow over the side of the pot and soak your hand that clutched it. 
“Oh, shit…” you mumbled as you hurried to turn off the water and pour some of the abundances back out into the sink. 
Placing it down on the stovetop, you listened to the gentle clicking that emanated before the eventual flame as you turned the knob. The slight heat radiating beneath the kettle persuaded you to shift into the living room and with the flick of a match, light the fireplace, granting yourself more of that soothing heat to help battle the night. 
You nearly jumped out of your skin when the water came to a boil, kettle whistling like a demon to relay the message. 
With a mug of tea in your hand, you curled up in the chair by the fire and picked up the half-read book discarded on the small side table. 
This was the routine, even though you never could concentrate, you still at least tried to distract yourself. 
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A sudden bang ripped your eyes away from the page they had glazed over four times by now. Your vision instantly trained on the door to the cellar, clearly visible from where you were sitting. 
As the door then began to rattle rhythmically from an unyielding force, your body jumped at every thud, the novel in your grasp tumbling to the floor. 
Frozen in your seat, you watched as the door splintered, swiftly losing the short-lived battle and flying off its hinges.
With heavy footsteps, Bucky’s visage stepped into the light, except it wasn’t the Bucky you knew, not one you’d seen with your own eyes, but only ever heard tales about.
At first, you thought he still looked like himself, but as the firelight flickered across his form, you finally noticed just how altered he was. His natural body hair had quadrupled, fuzzing up his visage and the rippling muscles that hid beneath it, those as well seeming to have swelled up making his frame nearly unrecognisable. Though he always towered above your comparative stature, his height now was something else entirely. The sight of his eyes chilled you to the very bone, the calming blue was completely drowned out by a sea of black, with only a tiny golden flicker in the middle differentiating the obsidian. Nails long and tough like claws, broken chains still clung to his form as you watched his lip curl, a low growl rumbling throughout the room and letting you catch sight of his sharp teeth. 
Scarcely breathing at all, your hopes of him not noticing your presence began to fade as he predatorily sniffed the air. 
Your eyes suddenly grew wide as you spotted a part of him begin to swell up and come into the light. Throbbing, his unusually grand length intimidatingly curved upwards, it too haven grown just as the rest of his body had. 
Finally breaking through your terror, you sprung up and tried your best to run, though you didn’t get far as, within mere seconds, the natural hunter caught up to you and tackled you down to the ground, shredding the cosy knit you wore in the process. 
Cheek smooshed against the floorboards, you trembled beneath his beefy form as his flaming chest pressed against your back, knowing full well that if you made one wrong move, aggravated him in any sort of way, he could snap you like a twig. It didn’t matter what you did or how hard you tried, you had no way of overpowering the beast the moonlight turned him into. 
As your eyes flickered to the front door, it dawned on you that if he could break not only the chain that bound him, but also the strong basement doors, then the last barrier that kept him from the outside world wouldn’t even make him break a sweat. 
Growling directly in your ear, you felt his agitated breath fan across your face as his nose buried itself in your hair. Starved sniffs slowly travelling south, your heart nearly burst out of your chest as you felt him rip your clothes to shreds. Dress tattered and hanging off of you, your underwear swiftly disintegrated completely as only your stocking truly survived the attack, still clinging around your quivering thighs with only the smallest of tears to tell the tale. 
Grinding desperately against the curve of your form, his monstrous girth nudged against you, catching you off guard as even in this petrifying form, you still felt your body respond to him. 
“Bucky, Buck!” your voice squeaked in an attempt at breaking through to him, “it’s me! It’s me! It’s Y/n!” wildly flipping you over and roughly aligning himself with your core, you desperately tried to catch his dark eyes and try again, “Bucky, please!”
Joints locking up at the sound of your shrill cry, a flicker of reignition washed over his haunting glare, softening it slightly as you finally heard him speak, “…Y/n?” his voice was much lower than you’d ever heard it, though very much still his, “oh, fuck… I-…” a shaky breath escaped his lungs as he hovered above you, the tip of his cock nuzzled between your folds, “…I don’t think I can stop…” he grunted, his hand right beside your head digging into the floorboards and leaving splintery scratches in its wake, “I can’t fight it, I’m trying, but-”
“It's okay,” you carefully reached up and touched his cheek. You couldn’t let him run out that door and take some innocent lives. At this moment, all of his focus was aimed at you, so if it could just stay there and not stray till the sun came up, if you could distract him for only a little while longer, then the night might end without any unnecessary bloodshed. So, therefore, you gave in, “I love you, I love you so much,” your glistening eyes blinked up at him as you tried to speak with confidence, “you’re not gonna hurt me, I know you’re not. It’s okay, it’s-” 
Plunging into you, an almost animalistic noise accompanied his harsh action as the beast he’d become seized exactly what it desired. All of the air got pushed out of your lungs as he buried himself in you, stretching you out beyond belief and forcing a shuttering cry to tumble from your lips. 
Never mind the fact that he wasn’t wearing a condom, a thing the two of you had always been careful about, that detail fought to penetrate through the fog he sent you into. Stunned that you could even take it all, the sensation of him made your mind melt. You felt all of it. Every vein and every ridge, every jaw-dropping detail that decorated his monstrous cock drove you to madness.
“Fuck!” he snarled, bucking his hips so hard against yours that your whole body shook, the sloppy clapping of skin against skin filled the home as he greedily rammed against the deepest spot inside of you, “do you have any idea how long I’ve tried to break out of those chains?” leaning down closer, he inhaled deeply, “I can fucking smell you…” you shivered as his nose ghosted against yours, “all the way down in the basement, no matter where you are, I can always smell you… calling for me, begging me to come and rip you apart…”
Leaning back again, his bruising grip found your hips and plucked them up, holding them tight as the rest of you still laid melted against the floor like a puddle before him. Like a ragdoll in his grasp, he moved your body, fucking your drooling pussy like the ravenous beast he was. 
As your eyes fluttered down to where he virtually split you in two, the dull bulge that rhythmically appeared in your lower stomach at each and every one of his ruthless thrusts caught your attention, the vision making you dizzy. 
You had never felt like this, never felt anything so intense in your whole life. He was just so menacing, so magnetic, so massive. Your own enthusiasm caught you by surprise, especially as your cunt soon began to cry out around him, showing your living room floor in your want as you squirted all over his rock-hard girth. 
Usually, Bucky would slow down and give you a moment whenever you had an orgasm, but in this moment, tonight, it wasn’t your Bucky that was pounding the living hell out of you, it was someone else, something else, and that creature only seemed to get even more riled up by your lewd display as he picked up his speed till his gravelly groans grew louder and his efforts began to go sloppy. 
“Please, Buck,” you mumbly pleaded, picking up on his telltale signs through your cock drunk haze, “not inside.”
But he didn’t listen to you as he just kept on fucking you till he pumped your pussy full of his cum. 
Panting and puffing above you, he still kept up shallow thrusts, rocking you against him and pushing his load out of your overly sensitive cunt with every piercing plunge. 
“Buck?” you heard yourself uttered as you found his dark gaze, though what stared back at you was not your love anymore as there was no recognition to be found in his eyes at all. 
Slamming you back against him hard enough for it to sting, you shuttered at the possibility that he was nowhere near done satisfying his carnal desire. 
But just before he could ruin you completely, a sliver of light began to dawn on the far side wall. Glancing out the window, you barely managed to spot the morning crest over the treetops in the distance. 
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navybrat817 · 5 months
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A Hero's Reward
Pairing: Dark!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Summary: Bucky is a hero and every hero deserves a reward.
Word Count: Almost 500
Warnings: Implied NONCON/DUBCON, kidnapping, dark Avengers, possessive behavior, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?).
A/N: The Basement Spouses Writing Challenge Week 5! Character: Bucky Barnes. Length: 200-500 words. Prompt: "Wherever you go and whatever you do, all you will feel is me." ❤️ @krirebr , thank you for chatting me about this and everyone should check out What You Can Do For Your Country. Written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @saradika . Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
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Heroes were meant to make the world a better place. They exemplified courage, resilience, and determination while serving as living embodiments of values and ideals that many admired. They offered protection and safety. And you were lucky enough to live in a time with The Avengers, the self-proclaimed world's mightiest heroes who saved the Earth time and time again.
But no one liked to talk about the burden placed on their shoulders. Or that they had their own needs outside of the fight. So what did the heroes take for their reward? Whatever they wanted.
Bucky Barnes, also known as The Winter Soldier, only wanted one thing.
You.
“Look at me,” he ordered above a whisper.
You brushed a tear away as you lifted your gaze and moved back to the corner of your bed to cower. The cell Tony made was comfortable enough, but the massive size and aura of Bucky made it seem small and dark. It would never be your home. They took you from it the moment the Soldier decided he wanted you as his personal doll. You were told it was an honor and a privilege.
The same thing they told the occupants in the other cells, each one a reward chosen by the various team members.
“Bucky,” you said, your voice hoarse from your earlier screams. You managed to break free from your cell earlier that day, but the relief was temporary since you were quickly caught and dragged back. “I just want to go home, Sir. Please.”
Bucky observed you as he walked toward the bed, his icy blue eyes not leaving your trembling form for a second. “This place is only temporary. Steve and I will move you and his girl into our new home once it's ready,” he told you, brushing his metal hand along your cheek as you tried not to flinch. “Do you remember what I told you your first night here?”
“Yes,” you answered, trying to block out the memory.
You fought him. Well, you tried to. He quickly proved why he was a hero in the physical sense when he overpowered you. He then proved why he was your villain when he split you open with his cock.
“Yet you still tried to run,” he said, his voice laced with hurt and anger. “Wherever you go and whatever you do, all you will feel is me.”
A shiver of fear and anticipation ran down your spine as he straightened up and unbuckled his belt. You knew what was coming, but it didn't make it any easier. The worst part deep down was how much you liked him owning you. That was why you had to get away.
But he would never let you go.
“So let me remind you how good it feels when I'm inside you,” he said, tugging the sheet away when you tried to cover yourself. “And let's see you try and run from me by the time I'm done with you.”
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He can keep me. That's fine! Love and thanks for reading. ❤️
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highonmarvel · 8 months
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Ribs
Bucky Barnes: Mob!Bucky finds you. 18+ only.
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CONTENT WARNING, PLEASE READ: This piece includes graphic depictions of domestic violence. Seriously, this is really dark; do not proceed if you are uncomfortable with explicit descriptions of physical and verbal abuse and rape. This is your warning. This is fucking dark. I can not stress this enough. I am fucked up.
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What’s scarier than dating Bucky? Leaving him.
You thought with dating the most notorious mob boss in New York, the biggest danger would be his enemies, no: the biggest threat to your safety was him. When you had first met him, you hadn’t known who he was, having only moved to New York a few months prior. He was charming, and he had an air of danger about him you couldn’t help but be attracted to; you thought it would be fun, a New York bad boy, he was all mysterious. You didn’t have any friends at the time, so no one could have warned you about who he really was, and by the time you found out, you were in too deep.
Maybe him being suspiciously rich should have raised a red flag, because even the most pretentious of the wealthy don’t take a limo to a bar, but he had, that first night you met him. The loud chatter had ever so slightly dimmed when he entered the bar, but you only thought it was because he was wearing an expensive suit, and though you rolled your eyes at the flashy display, you couldn’t help but stare at him as he made his way through the room—crowds parted, everyone tried to appear that they hadn’t noticed him, but it was crystal they had. You can’t not notice a man like that.
He disappeared into a back room with two men trailing behind him, and after a few minutes emerged looking slightly disheveled, but satisfied. You tried your hardest to focus on… something else when he sat down beside you and ordered a whiskey, but that was practically impossible when everything about him was magnetic. You chanced a look at him only to find him already staring at you, blue eyes twinkling with a mischievousness you couldn’t quite place and a small smirk. He had taken you home that night.
You hadn’t fled because of his business, selfishly, you could live with the fact he hurt other people—for a while, you could live with the fact he hurt you too, because he just had you captivated. He was harsh, brutal, but could also be loving, he bent over backwards to your every desire—say the word and he’d do it.
Except when you asked him to stop.
You had to leave New York altogether, you knew; he ran the whole fucking city, there was no way you could hide from him in the kingdom he ruled. You had struggled to pick where to go next, if you had had the money, you honestly would have left the fucking continent, started a new life in Namibia or Australia or Japan or however far away from him as you could get, but for now you were restricted to the States. Was Los Angeles too big a city for him to find you, or was it too obvious? Maybe he had people there, you had no idea. Would a small town be too quiet to scream for help, or so obscure he wouldn’t even think to look there?
You settled on a random town in Colorado.
You had ditched your phone the second you could—you had had to hold onto it a bit longer in order to get around, and received many calls and angry texts, but you had tossed it into a street somewhere in Oklahoma and picked up a random brick phone just to have. You thought you were being dramatic at first, taking all these measures, but no, James Barnes is the most powerful man in New York state, more powerful than you could have imagined when you first discovered who he was. He runs everything. He always gets what he wants, and he wants you.
I’ll find you you fucking cunt.
His last text message to you before you had destroyed your phone. You didn’t doubt he could.
You cut your hair, dyed it a shade darker, and spent the first month looking over your shoulder, jumping at shadows, barely speaking to anyone, unsure of who you could trust and who you couldn’t, even from so far away you remained cautious. Picking a job was difficult; if you got an office job, could he find out through fucking white collar records or something? If you got a job in retail, would someone recognise you and alert him?
You got a job at a bookstore—fairly quiet, and the rows of shelves seemed like good enough hiding places were he to hunt you down. Hunt.
In front of the mirror, you pull up your t-shirt to examine your ribs: the bruises are starting to fade, and there’s only a dull pain when you run cold fingers over the light blue. The final reminders of the night you had feared for your life, the night you had decided you had to leave, were starting to fade.
Bucky had gotten violent many times before, but never had you feared for your life; you genuinely thought he was going to kill you.
He had come home fucking livid like you’d never seen before, and three months later you still have no clue as to why. At least when he had been drinking his blows were slightly less hard and you were sometimes (very rarely) able to outrun him and lock yourself in a bathroom for the night, but that night he was drunk purely on anger.
You were genuinely surprised he hadn’t broken your ribs; just hit after hit until you could barely breathe—you thought you’d suffocate. Turns out he had fractured your right foot, but even still you left New York limping badly, knowing if you stopped even to just get it checked out, you’d never make it out the city.
Here, in your new town, you got your foot checked out and fixed up by a friendly doctor, Dean, who you’d taken a liking to. Though it was a bit worse for wear considering you’d left it unchecked for a week, and even now you still couldn’t walk quite right, he assured you you’d make a full recovery.
Dean and you had been growing closer, and you thought he would eventually ask you out, until one day he stopped visiting you at work—usually he’d come in every Wednesday afternoon, but he hadn’t, and you couldn’t reach him online. You even went into his practice, but his assistant had said he’d just taken a camping trip. Your stomach twisted, but you left it, and took he had just gone away for a while.
Deep down, you knew.
The third Wednesday afternoon Dean hasn’t dropped it. You walk back to your place a little down; despite not knowing him well, you were really growing to like him.
You sigh, kicking off your shoes as you enter your apartment and into the pile by the door. You turn on the lights as you make your way through the small place, still limping slightly: corridor, light on; kitchen, light on; living room, light on.
You can’t even say your blood runs ice cold, more like it freezes in your veins.
Bucky is seated comfortably in your armchair, of course nursing a drink, face entirely stoic, and eyes fixated on yours, as if he had been staring at that exact spot for hours, knowing you would fall into his line of vision.
But the door was locked, you want to cry, How did he get in? No windows are broken, nothing.
“Sweetheart,” he coos as he sets his drink on the side table, “I’ve missed you.”
“Why?” is all you can muster, barely a whisper, more like a nearly silent whistle in wind, one you can only hear if you were to really strain for it, and if you knew what to listen for. Why is he here? After three fucking months, you thought (hoped) he’d just lost interest—this can’t be the first time he’s had a girl run away from him considering how he treated you. Why is he so set on this? You can only imagine it’s stubbornness and pride, not wanting to lose a prize, no matter how ill he treated it. And why you?
Of course, though, you can’t articulate any of these thoughts, you can barely even think them, can’t process them, all turning to a light buzz in your in your mind, one that could be mistaken for pure static—just absence of thought. No thoughts, all thoughts, you can’t even care about.
“Of course I missed my favourite girl,” he offers, a lopsided smirk forming on his handsome features, “Sit,” he instructs, so gently you wonder if you’ve imagined it—a very direct order (and you know he doesn’t like to be disobeyed), yet delivered in the softest manner.
The bruises on the right of your ribcage sting as you stare back at him, unmoving. Bucky never repeats himself, and he doesn’t now, seeming to overlook your defiance (though really it’s shock) as he leans forward slightly and begins speaking to you.
“You’re a smart girl, I can tell from how you really tried to cover your traces when you left, huh? You’re a smart girl, so why would you do something so stupid?”
He stands, and you stumble back with a whimper at a harsh misstep on your injured foot.
“And now you’re out here all alone… you need someone to take care of you; look at you, honey,” he gestures to your foot, and if you could get your vocal chords to work, you would scream at him that he did this.
He stalks towards you, and where the sudden adrenaline comes from, you have no idea, but you dart for the front door. He’s on you in a second, slamming your head against the door and watching you slide down. He stands over you a foot on either side of your body and looks down on you, slightly amused.
He’s pure evil.
It occurs to you the front door is locked anyway, you’re caged under him in the narrow corridor, and so you try to crawl through his legs, but he turns and grabs you by your injured foot.
You shriek in pain and desperately try to claw forward, but he tugs you back and twists harshly so you have no choice but to turn over or risk him twisting your fucking foot off.
With more strength than you’ve ever mustered, you swing your left foot up and kick him hard in the crotch. He howls in pain as he drops your foot.
“You fucking bitch!”
You scramble to stand and dart for your bedroom, hoping to climb out the window. He limps after you, and you cry out as he grabs a fistful of hair and tugs you back. You manage to stumble into the bedroom. He grips the doorway and you slam the door after him, hearing a deafening crunch and a yell behind you. You push your back against the door, planting your feet firmly in the ground and trying with all your bodyweight to keep him out, but he easily blows it in, and you fall forward.
You start screaming at him and kicking, but he catches your legs, leaving you to only pathetically wiggle underneath him. He leans down and shouts, “Shut the fuck up!” bringing down a hand you feebly attempt to grasp to stop him, but he slaps you, “You’re a fucking cunt!”
You assume you’re crying, but you can’t feel anything on your cheeks but the sting of his hand.
He drops down to his knees and straddles you easily, despite your struggling against him. He punches you in the face, his rings leaving deep cuts against your cheek. Again, and again, and again, until his knuckles are bloody from the cuts he’s left. You attempt to cough but he brings a fist down and punches your throat. You can barely gasp before he grabs your neck and pulls you up close to his face.
His voice is dangerously low as he drawls, “You’re lucky I have the decency to fuck you on the bed.” He spits in your face and slams your head back down into the floor. He gets off you and, before you can even move, kicks you in the ribs; you can feel the bruises—the healing bruises, they were healing—bloom once again against your skin, against your bones. You roll over before he grabs your left arm, twisting harshly and pulling you across the small room.
You feel your shoulder pop out of place and scream louder than you ever have in your life, an intense white hot pain shooting across your shoulder as it’s dislocated. You can’t even beg him to stop through your sobs and unbearable pain, you can’t breathe, you want to throw up.
This time, you almost wish he does kill you. You wish for him to kill you.
He pulls you up onto the bed, your shoulder blade sliding further across your nerves and sparking pain as intense as the first few seconds all over again. He tosses his suit jacket to the side as you try to sit up. He presses down hard against your injured shoulder, and you choke on your own cry, suffocating more than screaming, at this point.
He punches up from your chin and your head lolls back, your teeth hitting each other harshly, before he uses the opportunity to grasp your throat with one hand, tearing your skirt off with the other.
It’s too painful to struggle other than weakly kicking your legs, which he effortlessly ignores, maybe he doesn’t even feel it.
Mind over matter, Mind over matter, Mind over matter—
You repeat to yourself when you hear him spit in his hand and softly groan as he runs his hand up and down his cock. You don’t even know when he unbuckled his belt.
You close your eyes and try to focus on your breathing; Mind over matter, mind over matter, mind over matt—
He head-buts your forehead, effectively pulling you out of your attempted mental respite. Bucky is scary; he looks down at you with wild eyes, and you hadn’t noticed blood dripping from his temple. You briefly wonder how much blood you’re covered in when he interrupts your thoughts; “Stay with me, bitch.”
“Please stop,” you finally find words rather than shrieks, your voice hoarse and words slurred, like you’ve never spoken before.
He just smiles—smiles—and then thrusts into you, stretching you open, not giving you any time to adjust to his massive length before pounding into you, beyond rough, beyond violent, he’s a fucking mad man, he’s feral. You attempt to grab onto his shoulders and pry him off but your own shoulder hinders you. You weakly punch at him with your right hand, but he doesn’t feel it, and at this point, you’re just exhausted. Throat hoarse, head aching, shoulder burning, foot in pain, and your ribs on fire.
He lets go of your throat and feels around on the bed for his jacket, pulling something out of the inner pockets.
Before you can even process it, he places his other hand over your mouth and presses something cold and metal to your knee. He fires the gun, the bullet flying from the front of your kneecap, shattering the cartilage, and resting in your flesh. He presses down harder on your mouth so your scream is completely guttural.
“Try leave me now,” he pants as she shoots out your other kneecap.
He presses the gun to the right side of your rib cage, digging into the bruises, “Next time you leave me will be in a fucking body bag.”
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Pairing. Dark Bucky Barnes x (female) Reader
▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.
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SUMMARY: Rule number one in your relation - never try to leave Bucky.
WARNINGS: Violence; Toxic Relationship. 
AN: Please, reblog and give me feedback.
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His metal fingers squeeze hard against your throat, his hold unwavering even with your nails weakly clawing at him. Your eyes roll, your body desperate for air. 
Bucky clicks his tongue, faking a pout. 
“Aw, my baby can’t breathe?” he mocks you, but you can’t bring yourself to care about his tone. Not when your lungs are painfully burning, strength leaving your body at an alarming pace.
“Maybe you should have thought about that before trying to rat out on me, babe. I don’t appreciate my girl being sneaky around my back.” he growls, all hints of mockery now gone.
His grip tightens and you cough, the lack of air hitting cryptic levels as you start to hyperventilate. 
Bucky reaches closer, nuzzling your nose with his in an almost endearing gesture, one that contrasts with the evil position he has you in. 
“Never again, okay? You’re not pulling that type of shit ever again, understood?” his voice is dead serious, ignoring how you struggle. You can barely say a word but Bucky somehow understands your submission, finally releasing you.
You fall on the ground with your body completely limp, your throat burning as precious air finally fills it. 
“You better not repeat this again.” he orders, darkness looming over his face as he looks at you. 
“Cause next time, you won’t get off the hook so easily.”   
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WYD 1
Warnings: non/dubcon and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.
Summary: A fan makes an offer your can't refuse.
(based on suggestion he's been overworking himself for weeks if not months. He knows he needs a break but his work is too important. Maybe what he needs is someone to take care of him so he can focus more on work. from @thezombieprostitute)
Characters: Bucky Barnes
My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.
As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.
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You can’t help but grin as you scroll through the comments. There aren’t many but those that are there give you that rush of adrenaline. More so, the interaction is great for your wallet.
As a faceless creator, your interaction is limited. You prefer the smaller community. Your might not be the most lucrative account on OnlyFans but it pays your rent, just about.
It’s the only secret you’ve ever had in your life and it’s a big one. You don’t think anyone would believe it. Not you. Not the librarian’s assistant on part-time salary in her corduroys and stuffy oversized cardigans.
It wasn't exactly an opportunity you were fond of, more of a last resort. You don’t fantasize about the men on the other side of the screen, as flattering as they can be. They have a similar sort of desperation, but the crux of it is somewhat more pitiful.
It’s the private message waiting for you that surprises you. That alone is behind a paywall, a feature many users forego when they’re only there for the quick wank. You shudder at the thought, often avoiding that reality of your side hustle.
You’re nervous to check but alone in the stacks, with not much else to do, your curiosity gets the best of you. You tap the icon and bring up the chat from BB. No profile pic, no info, just a message.
‘Are you interested in a private arrangement? 5k/week guaranteed.’
Great, a scam. You roll your eyes and close the app. Stupid. But why would someone pay for content just to try to con you. It’s a pretty big gamble.
You tuck away your phone and sigh, pacing up and down the aisle. The soft flutter of pages and stagnant silence. It’s so dull, you’d rather deal with anything else for the minimum wage and uncertain hours. Still, the freedom lets you tend to your other business.
A few minutes later, out of habit, you bring out your phone again. You linger in the blindspot of the cameras and unlock it. The app pops up as you left it. Another message.
‘Don’t leave me on read.’
The demand startles you. You should just block but you know that it’s money in your pocket. You’re not gullible, more greedy.
‘5k? Okay, sure.’
You press send and hide your phone behind your back and wander on. Your insides squirm. You’re not stupid enough to believe it. You look again at the end of the next shelf.
‘If you want more, we can negotiate. We’d have to meet to do that.’
You scoff aloud and quickly look around. There’s no one there to be disturbed. You evasively sit at one of the desk and hide behind the wooden cubicle that encloses it.
‘I’m not stupid’, you reply.
‘No, but you’re gorgeous. Pick the place. Let’s talk.’
‘Good luck finding whatever you’re looking for but it’s not with me,’ you type, skin razed and speckly.
‘I mean it.’
‘You’re not real. Your 5k is less real. Save your money and stop messaging.’
You wait, watching the screen. Your ears prick as you listen to the lull of the forgotten library. You can hear a cart rolling a few aisles back. You can’t get caught on your phone again.
A new notification blips up in the app before you can black the screen. ‘BB sent a tip’. You click it without thinking and bring up the tip; $1,000. A thousand? A message pops down and you quickly flick the chat back over the screen.
‘Believe me now?’ He challenges.
You take a breath and lock your phone, tucking it up your sleeve as you stand and turn down an aisle, passing the approaching cart as you refuse to look at the employee behind it. You go to the catalogue computer and pretend to tidy the little paper slips and pencils. You wait until the wheels squeak onward.
You slide your phone out and press your fingertip against the censor. The screen opens and the next message taunts you.
‘Give me a place and time’.
You hesitate and peek around, paranoid that others could read your mind just by looking at you.
‘Send a pic. Then I’ll meet,’ you counter.
‘You first, doll. Face for a face.’
You don’t like this and yet, you’re messaging.
‘After you,’ you insist.
No answer. You shake your head and put your phone back under your cuff. You carry on and head up the stairs to the next level. When you look at your phone again, there’s a response waiting for you.
A man with bright blue eyes and a sculpted jawline. Handsome, almost breathtakingly so. Your surprise is undergirded by your insecurity. Well, might as well send your own and let him change his mind. You scroll through your miniscule collection of selfies that don’t make you cringe and send one off.
You can’t look away as you wait. You know what’s coming. Rejection. Finally…
‘Place, time. Make sure to buy yourself something nice.”
You stare at his answer, dumbfounded. Are you really going to do this?
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When I want to read dark fics, your writing just hits. One of my guilty pleasures recently has been dark!winter soldier stuff and I was hoping you could write one.
If you can, can you make it where Bucky is still the Winter Soldier and finds himself completely enamored with the reader. He stalks her briefly and decides he has to have her. So where it gets dark is mean, brooding soldier kidnaps reader and makes her his housewife. (I’d like to think that some of Bucky’s 40ness is still there along with some good old fashion 50s idealization where he basically molds her into being his perfect little housewife.)
He can still be with hydra or not but this thought has been buzzing around in my head recently and I personally am not good at writing dark fics.
Um, hell yes I can! Also, not me having almost exactly the same idea (it was in my drafts and I totally merged it with yours). Sorry for being late uni kicks my butt hard TT. Also, please note that this is a headcanon kind of situation type deal but apparently there's a limit to how many bullets you can put per post so that's why it looks the way it does! Hope you like it still. Unedited ❤️
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Warning(s): Dubcon (just to be safe), stalking, kidnapping, housewife kink, stockholm syndrome, spanking, misogyny, domestic discipline, breeding kink (dash), age gap (I mean, man is over a century old). Contains mature content. Browse at your own discretion. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! 
You are absolutely shit faced as you stumble out the backdoor of the club with two of your girlfriends tangled around each arm. 
You are all giggling, stumbling and slurring out curses, trying to shush each other as you trudge your forms to your apartment complex that is close by because driving is obviously out of question now. 
Were it not for your overly intoxicated state, you would have totally noticed the dark silhouette that stills in the dark alley facing the backdoor. 
The man masked in the darkness tilts his head to the side as he tries to read your party, having gotten caught off guard by the sudden bursting open of the door. 
One of your friends stagger in his direction and he moves back, his labored breaths warm in his mask, watching the girl as she retches her guts out.
Silence follows the wheezes and gags of the girl.
Then there is a sound– a melody in the air.
Soldat feels something stir within himself.
Something his masters did their best to suppress. 
Not that they would be doing any more of that. 
They needed to be alive to do something like that ever again.
His eyebrows furrow as he scans your group for the source of the sound; you. 
You are laughing.
At your friend that is throwing up.
Hands clutching your hurting sides, eyes scrunched, head thrown back, flushed and sweaty face vibrant under the bright moonlight as your hair frames it in the most perfect way possible. 
A shaky breath escapes the man covered in tears and blood of his captors and oppressors.  
His eyes scan your form. 
Beautiful. 
His metal hand clenches into a fist and he makes his resolve almost instantly;
Mine.
Soldat cannot recall much of his past except for a few things like his name.
But he knows that it has been a long, long time. 
And it's time to go home.
But a home is not walls and concrete. 
It is the people that live in it. 
His head is a mess as he scales a wall and follows you to your building, skipping from roof to roof effortlessly with a careful eye on your form.
James had finally broken free against hydra yesterday morning while they were experimenting something more brutal. 
And during the following hours, all various leaders that made the organization what it was were dead.
For what is a structure without its pillars?
He had plundered them single handedly. 
And now he was a slave no more.
James would live, and he would take.
Just as had been taken from him.
You woke up the next morning, sprawled across your bed.
As you winced and sat up, you could swear you had knocked out on the couch last night. 
But since you couldn't teleport, it was probably just a gap in your memory.
Right?
The second sign was the painkillers and water next to you on the bedside table.
The third was the window of your room that was open wide.
But you shook your head as you were behind on your schedule for the day and got on with your busy university student life. 
You should have taken notice of the signs. 
How things would always somehow work out when you were struggling with some sort of a problem. 
Regardless of whatever type of an issue it was. 
Your friends joked about it as Divine Providence. 
And Divine it was, you lived to learn. 
When it happened, it wasn't after a dramatic chase or anything. 
You had simply woken up in a room you had never seen before, tucked in the bed like it had been yours for ages.
What even happened? 
You had finished an assignment before heading to bed for an early class the next morning. 
But now you were timidly surveying the room, more and more panic filling you by the passing second. 
The house is beautiful and bright outside the dark room you had woken up in, big glass windows facing tall trees and various other type of greenery outside. 
A loud gasp escaped you when you were somewhere in the middle of the living room.
You turned around to find a huge and by that you mean, giant man standing a few steps away from you.
You could swear he wasn't there a minute ago.
But now he is towering over you, head tilted to the side as if interacting with something from an outer planet, eyes scanning your form slowly. 
As if he's savouring the sight of you in a…
Your blood runs cold as you look down to realize that you are dressed in a white sundress with yellow and red flowers printed on it.
Your eyes widen in horror.
Because you had been wearing your PJs last night–
Or, rather, the last time you were awake.
Before you can say anything, he extends a hand towards you invitingly, nodding sideways to what seems to be the kitchen. 
Something in his hand glints in the sunlight coming from the windows.
It is when your panicked vision realizes that the hand and the whole arm is made up of metal, your body backs away.
With your mouth agape, you demand shakily.
"Who the hell are you?" 
He sighs. 
"What the hell is this place? Why am I here? What the fuck is going on?!"
The man's features scrunch in disapproval. 
Your choice of words is much unappreciated.
"Good little wives don't ask questions." 
In his angry, fried and entitled delusional mind you are as much in love with him as he is.
Otherwise, why would you just accept all the favours he did for you during all these months he was building a perfect home for the both of you and your future children?
He takes a step in your direction and you leap back.
After a short game of cat and mouse, you are trapped against the glass window.
He is too close. 
There is a heavy looking vase on the table next to you.
The shock on his face is evident.
He hadn't expected you, his wife, such a small and innocent girl to disrespect her husband like this. 
You whimper in horror when he doesn't budge against the decoration piece exploding against his brow bone.
James' eyes narrow as he leans in, a thick stream of blood running down the hurt side of his face.
"Bad girl" and you take off without a second thought.
Thankfully, the door is straight ahead and surprisingly unlocked.
You run without looking back. 
The man is not chasing you like you expected. 
But you don't want to stick around and find out why. 
Though the reason is soon revealed when you race through the little garden and out of the fence door. 
You are looking behind you and at the house so it is not until you are a good distance away from it do you turn your head to look ahead. 
Icy horror pierces its way down your spine.
Sand and palm trees dominate your vision as far as you can see where you are and your right side.
A devastatingly vast ocean washes the shore you are running on from the left side.
That doesn't stop you until your body gives up after a few minutes. 
You ran into the jungle for some cover.
Sobs and tears burst out of you as you collapse on a blanket of leaves.
Your body is weak and confused. 
Many hours pass.
You wander and starve.
You hide and shake.
You tip toe and give up.
There are wild animals all around you.
You can hear them.
It's terrifying. 
So terrifying that when you hear the stranger's voice some time after dusk, you are almost glad.
Are you done? His bright blue eyes that you can make out even in the dim light ask you silently. 
"How'd you even find me?" You were sure you had run a good couple miles.
He refuses to respond until you place your shaking hand in his awaiting metal one. 
"I can smell you" his accent is almost foreign as he pulls you up, frowning at your hurt bare feet. 
It took you hours to get to where you were but it only takes James a few minutes to get you back home. 
"Before I clean you up, I need to punish you." You are baffled. "Good wives don't run away from their husbands." 
He doesn't listen to any of your protests and reason that day or ever.
"Little girls don't know what is right for them. Only their husbands can decide that." 
He thoroughly washes you that night after giving you the worst spanking, paying no mind to your begging and crying.
You are sniffling as you sit on the bathroom counter wrapped up in a towel an hour later, your sore ass buzzing under you.
Your captor is kneeling in front of you as he tends to your hurt feet. 
He tells you your rules as he does so.
"First, you are to always obey me no matter what. Second, your body belongs to me as I am your husband, so you should not try to deny me of it because it will never end well for you. Third, you will respect me or you will live to learn to do so. Four, you will do your chores like a good wife and fulfill your wifely responsibilities. Five, you are to always accept your punishments and thank me for disciplining you after I am through with you, should you choose to break a rule or misbehave. Six, you will not indulge in any activity that can potentially corrupt your little mind. Seven, you will speak with respect and never out of turn. Eight, you are to always greet me when you wake up or if I have been gone a while. Nine, you can try to run. I will never stop you. But when you return home after failing, you will take your punishment obediently. Ten, you must never touch yourself. You are mine and mine alone." 
Since the spanking is still fresh on your skin you panic a little and fear forgetting them.
But you find them pasted on the fridge the following morning because he knew you were too dumb to remember them.
A few days pass before you explode about not being his wife and call him crazy.
"You weren't saying that when I did you all those favours." 
Horror dawns upon you as you realize that it was him all along.
You don't give up easily, though.
You try to run more times than you can keep count.
Every direction, every plan and every map you make proves to be useless.
Because the last time you do so, you realize that you are on a fucking island.
And since there is a dock near the house with the pantry never running low on groceries, James has a means of transport hidden somewhere is no mystery. 
But you don't know when he does it. 
So far you haven't been able to figure out a pattern. 
Either he was right about you being dumb or your captor was really good at staying one step ahead of you.
Anyways, you have no choice but to return to him crushed and sobbing as always.
He is reading something when you collapse between his legs; ready to accept your punishment as you have learnt that hiding and denying only makes it worse. 
James isn't so bad if you follow his rules. 
He is just a kidnapper and a misogynist with dangerous reflexes. 
His face is smug as he puts the book away. You have noticed that he is not as stiff and troubled as he used to be when you first woke up here months ago at this point. 
"How was it, doll?" He loves to hear you talk about it as he bruises your ass. "Any luck?" 
Today, though, something different happens.
You don't know if it's resignation and surrender finally settling in or if you have actually started to like this life.
How James gives you a nod of approval and pats your head rewardingly whenever you follow all your rules without any trouble.
The way he lets you stay up past your bed time (yes you have one because good wives are healthy for their husbands) to read a book or watch a movie.
If you were extra good and talked to him (though he was a man of a few words) and helped him out with a little farming thing he had going on in the backyard/patio, he would even let you sleep in the following morning. 
No stress or pulling yourself through classes and tight budgets.
Just being what he considered good and then whatever you would mention briefly would be in the house within the next few days.
When he is done punishing you, you thank him and apologize according to routine. But then you hug him.
You tell yourself it is due to the sad reality that your torment is your comfort.
Has to be.
You have no choice.
And then something unexpected happens in the course of the next few days. 
While trying to make the best out of this situation, you start to notice the little things, quirks and rituals, habits and mannerisms of this man. 
How he doesn't say anything if he doesn't like a certain ingredient or condiment in something you cooked but pushes it aside to use as compost later.
The way he holds you extra tight some times when he mutters a foreign language in his sleep. 
How he stares at the scary metal arm after a long day while waiting for you to finish up dinner.
Or the way he struggles to hold himself back whenever you are in a close proximity to him because you cried once he crept his hand up your ass in a sexual way. 
You don't get him sometimes.
His morals are as mysterious as him. 
Because he kidnapped you and forced you to be his wife in a '40's way, strips you to spank and humiliate you during punishments, then bathes and comforts you in his own way of silently holding you against his chest in his arms until you calm down.
Your tears don't effect him. 
But then he refuses to touch you sexually after the one time he tried.
It takes you a while to make the most peace that you can with James, but it happens eventually because you don't have a choice.  
The loneliness starts to drive you mad otherwise.
You are helping him with his farming one day when you collapse.
James isn't happy to find out that you haven't had any of your daily water intake for the day. 
After he is sure you are hydrated, it is punishment time because caring for yourself is also a rule you are supposed to never break.
Your ass is red and seething by the time he's done. Everything is pretty much routine except that you don't sit up to apologize and maybe hug him like usual.
Not even when he pats your ass to signal that he's done.
"H- Hubby?" You sniffle as you use the endearment.
It had been a proud discovery of yours.
James always gave in a little whenever you used it.
"Yes, little mouse?" You bite your lips as your thighs tremble.
Fuck.
"Y- You say we are husband and wife…"
"What about it?"
You bite your lip as you push your ass out and towards him, letting your legs part.
"Then why don't we act like it?" James is good at concealing his emotions and showing restraint.
But he can't help the way his cock hardens at the sight your pretty red thighs reveal to him.
Your perfect pussy is glistening with your creamy arousal, the entrance of your vagina blinking to indicate its need to be filled.
Fuck. 
Though James starts off small and slow with his fingers rubbing your cunt, the night ends with him balls deep into your pussy with his length rearranging your organs.
Whatever was left of you to own for him, he does so after that night.
You cannot go on for long without having some sort of physical proximity to him.
The sex is wild and it's amazing with his stamina. 
It is also instrumental in bringing you two closer than ever. 
James opens up to you slowly, but only when you ask about it.
You had done so in the past as well. 
But since it's genuine curiosity now, he feels comfortable telling you all about it.
It is a lot for you to take in and you almost don't believe him until he shows you some of his belongings from his time.
Things drift on as smoothly for a while as the waves outside your house.
And then comes the ultimate test. 
Which decides the course of your future with him.
He is still asleep one morning when you wake up.
It isn't a usual occurrence. 
But you had introduced him to comics lately and he had been obsessed with them despite claiming that they were too childish and unrealistic. 
While he had a metal arm himself…
You adjust the quilt before getting ready for the day and heading out to make breakfast. 
It is when you realize in panic that there aren't any apples left even though James had asked you to make a grocery list (that started when he started trusting you more) and you had assured him that you had enough apples for a while.
"I am gonna get the hairbrush today, I swear to God!" You mutter to yourself as you rush through the house like a headless chicken. 
Thankfully, your garden had an apple tree so you could save yourself from a breakfast spanking at the very least.
But something standing next to the dock catches your attention before you can the apples you try to budge free from their branches.
A motorboat. 
Before you can decide what you think of it, you are standing next to it on the dock.
It has fuel and a map. The key is in the ignition.
You narrow your eyes and feel your head splitting. 
A lot goes through your mind.
Flashbacks play before your eyes.
It is almost a full circle moment. 
And then you are standing in front of James who is seated on a stool next to the kitchen counter you use for dining. 
His head is lowered as he sips on his coffee and stabs at the breakfast you prepared with a fork.
"Hubby?" Your captor freezes before he slowly looks up at you. 
The blue of his eyes is troubled. He is in disbelief. As though he wasn't expecting you to be standing here.
"There is a boat outside. Do you think someone could be–" 
"You didn't leave." His voice is heavy. 
"What kind of a wife leaves her home?"
You two just stare at each other for a while. 
No words exchanged.
Then, for the first time ever, James gets up and hurriedly closes the distance between you two, enveloping you in his arms before pushing you against the wall behind you.
"I felt so angry and wronged that I thought I could take anything because I deserved it after everything that happened to me but… I love you too much, mouse."
He has never spoken this earnestly before.
"I just realized that I do too."
James kisses you passionately before you wrap yourself around him and close your eyes blissfully. 
He tightens his own arms around you gladly.
He would have hated to end up back on square one with you had you chosen to try and escape. 
The boat would have blown up a small fuse that would have been loud enough for his enhanced hearing if someone– you, were to turn the keys in the ignition.
Yes, he wasn't expecting you to be back but only too soon.
It was a test and you passed. 
As always, James stuck to his ways and rewarded you for being such a good wife. 
By giving you a ring, a new wardrobe and a baby that was the first of many to come.
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What do you think hAH-
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Look, proceed with caution. Things are not always as they seem. Dirty. Nasty. Filthy. Dark. All the smut. Imagine Dr. James Barnes, highly known and well respected in his profession, devilishly handsome and so young compared to others in the same field of work.
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"Dr. Barnes will see now" The red head at the front desk beckoned you to the room, directing you to sit on the large reclining examination chair.
"Y/n?" James strode into the office, offering a warm smile before sitting at his desk to look over your file. He nods before coming over to you again, going through the motions of checking your heart, breathing and blood pressure first. "It says you've been experiencing some lower abdominal pain?"
"Y-yes-um, lower, lower than that" You mumble out as he lightly prods at your stomach to pin point where you're feeling discomfort. You had been too embarrassed to specify where you felt cramping. You really just needed someone to prescribe you something stronger than a Tylenol.
"Are you sexually active?"
"No" You shook your head, feeling your cheeks heat up, holding back a whimper when a wave of pain made you feel like doubling over.
"Alight, I’ll examine your pelvic floor and I’ll take a blood test just to be safe. Put this robe on and then lie back for me and place your legs on the stirrups"
Your eyes grew wide at the flimsy gown he gave you, slipping it on in the bathroom, before making your way back. You’d never felt so exposed, desperately wishing you could close your legs, heat blossoming at your core when you saw him slip on gloves.
"You may feel a little discomfort but it's normal" He reassured you, applying gel to his finger tips before prodding his fingers to your entrance, the sudden coolness making you gasp.
He continued to push his fingers in, pressing against your walls, curling them, hitting a spot that nearly made you scream.
“Does that hurt?” He asked out of concern seeing your eyes glossed over, though you shook your head.
It felt good.
So good.
You struggled to bite back a whimper that nearly escaped, wishing you could stop your arousal pooling out of you the more his fingers stretched you. He shoved them all the way in before drawing them back out, your sticky slick neatly dripping onto his palm.
He hummed, using his other hand to press down on your belly making the feeling of his fingers even more prominent, your cunt starting the flutter and clench around his fingers.
You wanted to die from embarrassment at the sounds that wanted to escape, a different kind of heat starting to spread through your thighs, making your pussy feel tighter and more sensitive.
“Let me just- Without warning, he started thrust his hand, adding a third finger, pumping in and out of you till you nearly ripped the plastic from the chair from your grip alone. You felt so close, so close to something you couldn’t describe, chasing a feeling you wanted over and over again.
“D-dr. Barnes” you stuttered out, nearly squealing when he flicked your clit with his thumb before rubbing tight circles onto your bundle of nerves. “Dr. Barnes!!!”
“It’s okay, almost done” he gave you a soft smile but something in his eyes darkened as they fell to your sopping hole, his fingers moving wildly until blinding pleasure took over and you let out the scream you’d been holding in. Your juices dripped onto the table, sweat covering your body, hardly feeling the same cloth he wiped you down with.
“Your prescription should be at the front to help with the cramping” he helped you onto your shaky feet, chucking when you nearly lost your balance.
“We’ll schedule another check up for next week”
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So fuckin' tight
Bucky was glad he had his white coat on or you would’ve seen his erection pressed painfully against his slacks. He didn’t need to examine anything to know what was wrong but he couldn’t help it, not with those soft doe eyes you kept batting.
As soon as you spread your legs open, he couldn’t help but get more greedy. He fully intended on just checking on you but every time you bit back a whimper, he needed more. He saw the way your eyes rolled back, the way you were soaking his hand.
Your hope shifted to chase more of them and who was he to deny you.
That button between your legs was too tempting. He told himself not to, he couldn’t go that far but he could feel you craving it and any semblance of control he had went out the window. He couldn’t just leave your cute little button untouched when it was so pretty and swollen.
He nearly came in his pants as soon as he started to play with it, working you up till you were creaming on his fingers. His jaw hardened, breathing through his nose to keep his composure as his cock started to throb, thick ropes of cum soaking his pants.
He was addicted to you.
Maybe next time he’d take care of you using his cock. Convince you only his fat thick length would make his bunny feel better. He’d have you spread out on the table again, pushing the head in to warm you up.
He’d promise his cream would make you feel good. His cum was special, you needed all of his juices and he’d give you every drop. He’d fuck you and stretch you till you were in tears, pumping you with load after load.
He pulled his semi hard, cum soaked cock out of his pants, locking the door before furiously jerking himself off again, needing to calm down before his next appointment.
He couldn’t wait for next week.
I’m so sorry, I wrote this on my break, back to work.
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𝐖𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐍𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫
𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤!𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐠𝐮𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟𝐢𝐞 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐨-𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐒𝐞𝐥𝐟𝐢𝐞 𝐆𝐮𝐲, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭, 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐚 𝐧𝐨 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐭. 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠?
𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟒𝟏𝟕𝟐
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐋𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐮𝐥𝐭, 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐞/𝐧𝐨𝐧-𝐜𝐨𝐧/𝐝𝐮𝐛-𝐜𝐨𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐲 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲. 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐞. 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔.
𝐀/𝐍: 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐟 𝐈 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐲? 𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐲, 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐝! 𝐀𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠!
𝐓𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 @suzs-fic-library 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬. 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐚'𝐝, 𝐈 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐧.
𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐓𝐰𝐨
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You’re in the middle of cooking when your phone pings, it’s the delicate stage where the food will stick to the bottom of the pan if you don’t continue stirring, but curiosity always wins out, especially when you see a number you don’t recognise pop up. As a rule you’re a cautious person, it was part of your job, but this was your phone, you’d been the one to add in the extra strength anti hacking, anti viral, anti spyware, anti everything technology to its hardware, so you were certain that this was just some sort of error on someone’s part.
You quickly turn the heat down, humming along to the upbeat music that’s emanating from the speakers, and look at the screen. There’s no message, just an image, so after waiting a moment, you let the curiosity win out and open the message.
And promptly choke on air, the humming coming to a violent end. The image is of a man taking a selfie, you can’t see his face, but what you can see is… very, very attractive.
Whoever he is, he’s buff, both arms very well muscled, and he’s well dressed. The tank top and slacks may look casual but they’re clearly expensive, and the chain and rings that he’s wearing look like they’re made from gold-
So… what do you think?
You jump at the message, and look around your kitchen suspiciously, somehow expecting the mysterious man to be standing behind you, judging you for choking in lust at a partial selfie. Obviously there’s no one there, so you quickly type out a response;
I think you have the wrong number.
The dots pop up, and then the man responds;
Amy?
Nope, not Amy. Sorry.
You’re mildly irritated at not being Amy - whoever she was was lucky to be receiving this man's tanned and enticing torso - but you shrug and put your phone down, turning back to your food, but that’s when it pings again.
Aw shit, I’m sorry I sent that to you.
Mistakes happen, it’s ndb.
NBD?
You narrow your eyes at the screen, but a smile tugs at your lips.
No Big Deal.
Oh. That would make sense.
NBD.
>:(
You snort at the angry emoji, and then put your phone back on the counter, ready to start serving up your food, but then it pings again.
I think Amy gave me the wrong number.
Well yeah as you’re texting me.
Maybe it’s for the best. Anyway, I’ll leave you be. Have a good evening.
You too.
You worked for Shield as a hacker and software developer, you’d seen the absolutely horrible things people could do in situations like this, so seeing this guy back away calmly was a nice change. Your finger hovers over the block button… but you leave it. He wouldn’t be messaging again anyway.
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So, did you send that pic to anyone?
The message pings as you’re idly scrolling the news feed on your phone whilst some rom-com plays in the background on your TV and you frown, 
Who would I send it to?
Girlfriends? Or maybe a boyfriend?
Why would I send it to my boyfriend? I don’t even have a boyfriend.
Irritation burns in your gut at that, you knew better than to give away information like that, but it had been so long since anyone had even remotely taken an interest in you.
Really?
Yes really.
It’s not that you didn’t want someone in your life, it’s just that the man you did want didn’t have a clue you existed, and he wasn’t the type of man you could just cutely ask on a date. 
It’s so embarrassing that I sent that to the wrong person.
Don’t feel embarrassed. You look great.
Thanks 🙂
I would never feel confident enough to send a picture like that.
I wouldn’t have been confident enough a year ago either. But the right person can change that.
You think Amy is the right person after she gave you the wrong number?!
I meant a therapist and a personal trainer, but sure, make me out to be shallow 🙁
Another laugh bubbles out of you,
I didn’t mean it like that!
I know, I was just checking ;) 
Jerk
You’re still smiling when the mystery man sends another winking emoji, but you don’t respond. You’ll probably block the number tomorrow, but for now, you just enjoy the rest of your movie.
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You’d almost forgotten about the mystery torso man when he suddenly appears in your inbox the following evening. Part of you wants to ignore him, all you want is some take-out food and a bath to drown your sorrows after a really bad day, but the other part of you welcomes his interruption. For a complete stranger, he doesn’t stress you out. Maybe it’s because you can’t see him, there’s no deep voice or penetrating eyes to make you uncomfortable. Even the beautiful body glimpsed in the accidental selfie you’d received didn’t bother you, not when it was probably a half decent attempt at catfishing anyway, and since it hadn’t been meant for you, you could excuse it and let it slide.
It’s not like you were planning on meeting the man, anyway.
Hey Wrong Number Girl, I hope you had a good day today.
BTW, tell me if you want me to delete this number.
BTW BTW did you see that I know some acronyms now?
Hi Selfie Guy. Listen, I’ve had a really crappy day. I’ll talk to you later.
No you don’t need to delete my number.
Well done on knowing basic text speak in 2023 <3 
What happened today? Do you want to talk about it?
It hurt that this complete stranger cared more than anyone that actually knew you, your heart twisted a little at his gentle probing, so you quickly type out a response,
Just a boss of mine yelled at me. 
It hadn’t been so much of him yelling at you, then your boss had absolutely eviscerated you because there had been a successful low level hack in some of the employee databases for the SHIELD workers. None of it was dire, but it was an area you were responsible for. 
“It’s not good enough, Y/L/N! Fix this mistake! Another error like this and…” He’d glared at you and stalked off, leaving you with the knowledge that this shouldn’t have happened, you had had no idea of how it could happen… and that your crush had been outside the cubicle you worked in and heard the whole thing.
Want me to kill him?
Yeah, sure, just let me have a bath in peace.
Thank you though. It’s sweet you would offer.
TTYL.
(I learned another one!)
You can’t help it. You smile.
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You don’t hear back from your Selfie Man for the rest of the night, and you’re quietly grateful, it means you have time to work on the issue that you’d nearly been arrested for. You hadn’t been able to figure it out in the pressure cooker hours in your cubicle, but now you’re safe back in your home it becomes clearer almost instantly, and you quickly remedy the situation before sending a thorough report off to your boss. It’s silly really, it’s an amature attempt to hack information, the most the hacker could've got was low level staff’s numbers or emails, and that was for their personal information, not even anything that SHIELD issued. 
You shrug it off and conclude that it was probably teenagers, and suggest that maybe the IP should be monitored, maybe this person was someone SHIELD could recruit in the future - or add to a watchlist.
You expect to have a more formal meeting when you’re in the next morning but you’re told your boss had left and handed in his notice with immediate effect. Instead, you have the meeting with your new boss, and your report is signed off. 
You don’t say it, but you’re more relieved than you had expected. Just over a year ago you had been given this opportunity, and you wanted it to work. You wanted this big work environment, you wanted to feel like you belonged, that you mattered, that people cared. You weren’t a loner by choice, you had always wanted friends, but people were harder to talk to then you liked. Computers had always been where you could turn to relax, so when you were recruited, you’d hoped you’d be with people like you, make real connections.
So far you were no better off, you had a cubicle in a small windowless room, surrounded by others, with almost no contact because, of course, everything was highly sensitive.
Still, you liked your work. Maybe you could get promoted to working directly with Maria, Fury… The Avengers.
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Did you have a better day today, Wrong Number Girl?
I did, Selfie Guy. How about you?
Me too! I was able to help a friend out, which always makes me happy.
That’s nice. I hope they appreciate it.
I’m sure they will.
I mean they DO.
But I’m hoping they’ll show me. One day.
You’re eating a mouthful of food, and your smile drops a bit.
Is this Amy?
No! But yeah… a girl.
Had a crush for a while.
She doesn’t know though.
You should tell her!
I will, when the time is right.
What about you?
Your crush’s face pops into your head, and just the thought of him makes your face burn.
Oh, I don’t have a crush. 
Your mysterious friend takes so long to reply that you almost think he’s gotten busy or has finally decided that texting a wrong number doesn’t a friendship make, but then he comes back after another hour and you’re reading in bed,
So, what’s your favourite movie?
You just don’t see the harm, the danger, the worry. The mystery man is nice, and you’re lonely, so you talk well into the night. The sun's rays are kissing the edges of your curtains when you yawn so wide your jaw cracks, 
I should go. I’m supposed to be at work in an hour.
Okay. 
Thank you for talking to me so much.
Thank you.
Hey.
What’s your name?
Another pause, you think maybe he’s fallen asleep - you certainly want to - but then he comes back once more,
It’s James.
Now you, doll.
It’s Y/N.
That’s a real pretty name, Y/N.
Thank you for being my friend.
You should sleep.
Sadly you can’t do that, but you don’t tell your friend - James - you just tell him you’ll call in and then say goodbye.
When you get to work you see your crush, and once again he looks like he could kill you with just a look. Bucky stares right at you as you walk to your cubicle, and your heart rate speeds up, but not so much in lust for a change. Bucky looks furious with you, but you have to remind yourself, he looks that way most of the time, you once saw him glaring as he ate a cupcake for god’s sake. Besides, he doesn’t even know you, you’ve never spoken to him in your life, so what could he possibly be furious at you for?
You chalk it up to your exhaustion, and forget about it.
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So, I got a question to ask you, doll.
Oh?
It had been three months since James had accidentally sent you his selfie, and in that time you could admit to yourself that he was the best friend you’d ever had. Every evening after coming home you would see a message from him, and almost the entire night was spent with him almost as well as if he had been in the room with you. You would giggle over his teasing as you cooked and cleaned, you’d pause shows and books so you could send long ranting messages about everything from work to fiction, and you would crawl into bed at the end of the night with his words shining at you in the dark.
James was your best friend… but you might be falling in love with him too.
Do you trust me?
Is that the question? 
You know I do, dumbass.
And the crazy thing was; you did. James had never done anything to make you scared of him, he’d never pushed for more personal information from you, he’d given you space when you needed it, and even though you texted each other most days, he clearly had a life, there had been times when he wouldn’t be in touch because he had to travel for work.
My ass is great actually, it’s not dumb!
Well, that’s just what someone with a dumb ass would say.
You go hot thinking about his ass though. You still didn’t know what he looked like, he’s only ever sent you that one picture, and he had never asked you to send one in return… but you just knew he would be gorgeous all over…
Y/N… I am crazy for you. Would you consider meeting up with me?
Your mind hazes for a split second, and the words on the screen blur. You start to type a response, but then stop, you try again, and mess the words up…
I’ve been falling for you since I first knew you. I’ve never been this close to anyone.
I want to know this last part of you, but a beautiful face to a beautiful name.
What if I don’t live up to that, James?
You know all my likes and dislikes, and you know about the crazy dream I had two weeks ago where I was a mermaid, but seeing me might destroy something.
I’m not sure I’m ready to lose you.
I’ll only disappoint you.
You could never disappoint me, doll.
You just stare at that response, trying so hard to think of some way to make him understand that he inevitably would be disappointed with you because everyone always was. You couldn’t keep friends, you hadn’t had a lover in such a long time that you didn’t want to think about it. You were a loner by design if not by choice, and he was the only person who had ever even tried to know you better. The friendship would break if it became real.
I get so excited when I know I’m about to talk to you, I smile when I think about being able to hear your voice in my ear.
I love seeing you tell me everything that has been bothering you at work, but I want to be able to hold you when you’re that stressed out.
I want you to be the person I come home to after I travel.
And you know what, doll?
“What?” You whisper to the room as if he can hear you, but he replies anyway, like he’s on a roll,
I bet you get excited over me too.
I bet if you were to touch yourself now that you’d be wet just thinking about how well I would kiss you.
“Fucking shit…” Your thighs clench, your heartbeat pounds, your fingers trail over your stomach…
I’m hard just thinking about it.
And not just kissing your mouth.
I want your other lips.
I want to taste you so badly.
You’re not responding to him, but James obviously knows you’re reading the messages, he knows you well enough, and you read breathlessly, fingers circling your clit as he continues,
Your mouth would feel so good wrapped around me.
I bet you’d swallow.
I know no one will take care of you like I will.
I just want to have a chance showing you how much I’ll love you.
James is being crude, so crude you almost giggle like an immature teenager, but you don’t stop touching yourself, and after another moment you come against your hand. It’s been a long time since you’d done that, and the loneliness was almost too much in that moment. You’re sticky, you’re alone, and this man - a stranger who’s not a stranger - he wants to be with you. He likes you, he’s stuck around, and he wants you.
And if you meet him and you’re not actually compatible and he does desert you? Well… it’s not like you weren’t used to it.
Baby?
I’m sorry.
I came on too strong.
FUCK!
I’m so sorry!
Please don’t block me, please don’t hate me, I just wanted you to know I don’t need to see your face to know I love you.
Will tomorrow evening be too soon?
James sends a string of gifs showing how excited and happy he is, and you laugh in the darkness. You make plans to meet at a restaurant tomorrow evening, a big family place a couple of blocks over from Times Square, large and loud and always filled with people. You fall asleep with a smile on your face.
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You had had to call in sick to work, your nerves threatened to choke you throughout the day, you couldn’t eat, couldn’t do anything other than panic over every last possible outcome, and then have a manic two hours in the bathroom pampering and scrubbing and shaving and making yourself look as perfect as humanly as possible.
You might want to sleep with James, desperately, especially after what he’d texted the night before, but ideally you wanted to wait until at least another month after regular dates. Primping and adding makeup and wearing pretty underwear just made you feel more confident, that’s all.
You leave your apartment with plenty of time, you wanted to be there before James, to get your bearings and take a moment before he appeared. You step into the elevator, eyes down and focused on the screen of your phone where a message has just pinged, and you frown,
I couldn’t wait.
“What?”
By the time you realise there’s someone at your back in the elevator, it’s too late, the needle pricks the side of your neck, and you fall into a stranger's arms.
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You wake but it’s hard to open your eyes. Everything is dark, you’re too hot, and you’re too cold, you feel stifled and restricted, whilst also feeling weightless and light, like the touch of a breeze would send you reeling away like dandelion fluff or like a rubber ball bouncing or like-
Your head clears between one breath and the next, and you wish you’d never woken up.
You’re in the lap of a man, straddling his hips, your arms are tied at your back, and his mouth is at your chest. The buttons on the pretty silk shirt you’d worn are open to the waist, your beautiful lace bra has been opened and is pushed up and over your head leaving you essentially naked from the waist up and his tongue is carefully tracing over one nipple whilst your other is being rolled between two fingers.
Two metal fingers.
“Bucky?!”
“Hi, doll, I’m sorry, I know I should’ve waited, but you looked so fucking hot against my sheets, I couldn’t wait anymore.” His blue eyes peer up at you, his words punctuated intermittently by his continued fondling and tasting of your breasts, “You’ve got such great tits, I needed them in my mouth.”
“What the fuck is this?! Let me go! Stop it stop it stop it!” You struggle against his hold, shrieking and moaning as he holds you against him, one hand at your hip, his lips now at your neck, his breath in your ear, 
“It’s me, sweetheart, it’s me, James, come on now, calm down, calm down…” He doesn’t stop kissing you, doesn’t stop touching you, and eventually you tire, and collapse against him, tears pouring from your eyes as he lifts you as easily as you would lift a puppy, and walks you over to a bed at your back, laying you against it and coming down next to you. You notice then that you’re in a large studio apartment, you can see the skyline through the gigantic windows, the place is minimalistic but beautiful, and you’ve never been so scared in your life. Bucky’s hands are still at your breasts, and you close your eyes, trying to block him out.
James, the man you’d trusted everything to, was Bucky Barnes, the scary Avenger that you’d had a long time crush on…
“It can’t be…”
“What can’t, baby?”
“It can’t be you… your picture…”
Bucky presses a quick kiss to your lips, a smile on his face, and you’re too shocked at his apparent joviality to react. He stops touching you long enough to sit up and press something on his left arm, the metal shimmers, and then the dark metal appears as the same beautiful tan colour as his right arm, 
“Like it? I worked with Shuri for the upgrade. It’s supposed to help me blend in on missions, and keep me more incognito when I’m out and about, but I knew it would help me with you.”
“You don’t even like me!” You cry out indignantly, squirming when he bends his head and sucks a nipple into his mouth again, grazing his teeth over the peak, “You always look at me like you hate me!”
“Because you don’t take care of yourself and you work too hard!” Bucky comes up for air, a frown on his face, hair dishevelled, “I didn’t know how to talk to you, I promise I was always going to tell you who I was, but I needed to know if you would really like me. Most people are afraid, or they have some dumb kink about my arm. I knew you were different, but I wanted to be sure.”
“Let me go, please, I won’t tell anyone, I won’t, I promise!”
“You’re not going anywhere!” Bucky suddenly grabs you around the neck, the fingers tanned but as firm as the metal they really are, and you go absolutely still. He’s not choking you, but there’s a look in his eyes… “I love you, I have done so much for you, I have looked over you whilst you’ve slept, I’ve kept an eye on you at work, I’ve checked up on you, and I’ve killed for you. Who else can say that?”
Your old boss’s face pops in your brain and a tear falls out of the corner of your eye,
Want me to kill him?
Yeah, sure, just let me have a bath in peace.
Thank you though. It’s sweet you would offer.
Your lower lip trembles, Bucky’s eyes go dark as his own trace the movement, 
“I didn’t mean for you to actually kill him, B-Bucky…”
“Be careful what you wish for, baby.” His smile sends a tremor over you, goosebumps rise and again Bucky stares, his eyes fixated on your tits again, “I heard you call my name last night, saw your hand in between your legs… you should be thanking me, Y/N, I could’ve taken you from your bed last night, fucked you then and there and dragged you naked and still leaking my cum.” He sighs when you squirm again, “You need to get used to this. No one is going to miss you, you told me that, and my apartment is soundproof, hack proof, and the windows are made from bullet proof glass and no one can see inside. I could fuck you against them with a CNN helicopter right outside and never make the evening news.” Another kiss to the swell of your breast, and another eerie smile, “I built this place for you when I first saw you last year. I knew it then, that you would be my girl.”
You believe him. Part of you has already accepted that you can’t fight him, that you can’t escape, that you let him into your life and now you’ll pay for it, but you can’t help but show some defiance. You spit at him, satisfied when it lands in his eye and he rears back on a curse, 
“You’re a fucking monster! I will never be your girl! I hate you!”
Bucky cleans his eye and stops, his gaze down at the mattress. For a second you think that maybe he’s giving up, maybe he’ll let you go… but then he surges over you, a wildness in his eyes that chills your blood. His fingers press against your jaw, and you open your mouth on a sob of pain, and he promptly spits in your mouth, forcing your jaw closed so you have no choice but to swallow it. You wince when he tears open the top of the jeans you’re wearing, the button flying away somewhere into the large space, and squeeze your eyes shut when he pushes his hand past the hem of your underwear, 
“Well, you’d better start loving me, baby. This monster is going to have three fingers buried inside your tight cunt in less than five minutes… let’s see if you’re wet just thinking about it, huh?”
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b. barnes // 𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓉𝓁ℯ 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝓉ℯ 𝓇𝒾𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒽ℴℴ𝒹.
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bucky barnes × (femme) reader.
summary: ❝to keep your small village protected from would-be attackers, presented omegas must be sacrificed to the mysterious alpha in the woods.❞
genre: ⚠ dark and adult content below. minors, dni.
warnings: non-con, non-con touching, non-con kissing, dub-con, dub-con touching, dub-con kissing, smut, unprotected sex, hunting/stalking, a/b/o themes, forced bonding, loss of virginity, canon violence, physical violence, mentions of blood and human sacrifice, and strong language. 18+ content. minors, dni.
word count: 3,514
note: this story contains adult and dark themes. please, do not proceed if you are under the age of 18 or if ANY of these warnings upset you! i am not responsible for your media consumption–you and only you are. you have been warned. *all grammatical mistakes are my own, not proofread.
*an: if you or anyone you know has been a victim of sexual violence, please reach out for help! i do not condone any of the actions described in this story, this is a work of fiction.
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A cold wind blew in from the north, making the trees rustle like living things. It was growing colder with every passing day as winter began its arrival. Yule had transformed the fiery hues of autumn twilight to sparkled, frosted mornings and bitter winds. You went to the window. A fine glimmer of glossy frost formed intricate swirls on the glass, as sparkling snow softened the outside world into one flurry. 
You looked on as the pale, cold light of winter moonrise illuminated your village as the townsfolk worked under the stars to prepare for the Winter Solstice. You couldn’t help but frown as you watched them place green garland on the fringes of rooftops, and light candles that led into the dark forest, in the shape of carved wolves. This time last winter, you were home with your family; sitting fireside as you and your younger siblings drank sweetened milk and almond honeyed toast. Life had been colorful, full of vibrant greens, warm reds, and soft dusky blues. Now, it was nothing but a black and white night of frost that crawled along the dark outline of barren trees and twig branches. Snowflakes swirled down gently in the ghostly moonlight, and iced shadows crept along the December ground. 
“(Y/N)?” a small voice called out from behind. 
You turned as Gervaise came to stand next to you, peering out at the snowfall that drifted against the window. Gervaise had been your closest friend since childhood, she had been a plump girl in her youth, but now she was the most beautiful woman in your village. She had long legs that complemented her slender figure, golden hair that shone under sunlight, and azure eyes as blue and clear as the sky itself. 
She shivered against the winter-cold that seeped into your bones as she neared the frosted windowpane, “Aren’t you cold?” she asked. 
You scoffed, “Warmer than I would be out there.” 
Truth be told, you were burning from the inside out. A sheen sweat had started to form between your breasts and all of your folds and creases. Gervaise scooted closer and you unthinkingly flinched away, her heat was rolling off of her in waves and the strong scent of her made you lightheaded as tangs of jasmine, rose, and orange blossom overwhelmed your senses. 
You moved away as you looked into the room you were being kept in. Women close in age all slept soundly with soft snores, their heated scents interlacing with one another to form a jumbled mess of musk, amber, bergamot, and warm sugar. It was a synchronous heat amongst the presented Omegas in preparations for the village’s annual sacrificial solstice to the White Wolf. 
Gervaise nudged your shoulder teasingly, “It won’t be so bad tomorrow, (Y/N),” she tried. 
You rolled your eyes, “We’re being sacrificed, Gervaise! How can it not be so bad?”
Her small smile fell as the weighted truth of your words settled on her shoulders, “I’m sorry… I was just trying to make light of it all.” 
“I know,” you sighed, “You can’t make light of this, there’s too much darkness.” 
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You awoke hours later to the soft murmurs of falling tears as mothers dressed their daughters in traditional white hoods. White, the color of purity, innocence. You scoffed–the virgin’s color. Your own mother came to your bedside, a hood in hand and an expectant look in her eyes. You rubbed your cold feet together and reluctantly dressed. 
“It’s not as bad as it seems, my love,” she spoke as she combed your hair. 
You looked at the other Omegas in the room, most of whom you’ve grown up with. Idony, Meliora, and Sabine. You teared. You and your siblings used to play with Sabine as children. Idony taught you to weave dolls out of straw and vines. And you and Meliora would harvest wild strawberries together in early summer after long hours at the lake. The thought of never seeing either of them after today was heart-wrenching. 
Your mother placed the hood over your head and tucked away stray hairs behind your ears as she took one last, tearful, look at you. She placed a gentle kiss on your forehead and took your hands in hers, pressing a small vial against your palms. 
“Put this on once you’re away from the others,” she whispered against your hair, “It’ll hide your scent for a short time, then make your way across the stream, you’ll be safe there until the ceremony is over.” 
Before you could ask more, the village mayor entered and ordered you and the other Omegas out into the square. The ceremony had officially begun. 
Gervaise squeezed your hand as the mayor lit the great Yule log, the candles sculpted as white wolves. You looked around; Idony was pale in the face, Meliora shed silent tears as she held her hands in prayer, and Sabine’s chest rose and fell in shallow, frightened breaths. You held the vial tight in your hand as you stood stoic; though your pounding heart told another story. 
The bells of the church began to toll as midnight quickly approached. The first toll the mayor led you all down the candlelit path that led into the mouth of the forest, the second toll you and the other Omegas were left alone as the full moon shone down on you from above, the third toll was followed by an echoed howl and the beats of your feet as you all ran through the thicket. 
You ran and ran until it was only you, the full moon, and the trees. You stopped to rest against a frosted tree, your lungs burned with biting ice as you panted; your breaths coming out as vapored clouds that wisped around your head. You quickly took the vial and rubbed the liquid over your scent glands. The synthetic scent of cracked pepper, spiced ginger, decayed pear, and rotting leaves all toiled together to mask your natural, sweet and warm odor. You took a moment to calm your beating heart and collect your thoughts before bolting through the treeline. You needed to find Gervaise before the perfume wore off. 
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Bucky watched from the shadows as he tracked a pretty, golden-haired Omega. Her scent wasn’t unpleasant, but it didn’t ignite a fire deep within his groin, either. He followed the floral scent trail of this next best woman as she wandered aimlessly through the dense grove of pine. The woman’s face was rosy and tear-stained as the cold bit her cheeks and nose. It was pathetic, really. How she sniffled and hiccupped as she held herself against the winter winds or when she tripped and slipped over iced snowdrifts. Bucky was about to make his move when a sweet scent, carried on an icy breeze, caught his attention. The blood in his veins burst into flames as a deep desire awoke in him. Primal lust took over as he abandoned his former prey to hunt for the next. He bounded through the woods, ducking under long branches, and leaping across overgrown oak roots. It was the wildness of it that sent Bucky into a feral frenzy, in all of his years protecting this paltry village, he’d never scented anything as sweet and enthralling as this. Spun sugar, vanilla bean, patchouli, and white pumpkin with caramel glaze. His teeth ached as he took in the sweetness of your scent. 
When Bucky finally found you, you were breathless and flushed with heat. Your hand on your stomach as a wave of tightness in your belly coiled and coiled. He scented the air, then. Groaning as he caught wind of your musky-sweet tang. The front of his buckskin breeches tightened uncomfortably as his rut took hold of his body. He wanted you, so he’d have you. 
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You whimpered as your cramps inflamed your insides. You were on fire, despite the bitter winter cold. You shed your wolf pelt that hung over your shoulders and loosened the front laces of your bodice, as you slumped against the nearest tree and focused on slowing your racing heart. The faster you calmed down, the faster you’d be able to find Gervaise and get across that damned stream to safety. 
Just as your heart began to slow, a heady scent brought on iced winds set it back into panicked motion. An amber woody fragrance, with nutmeg, vanilla, and sandalwood ensnared your forebrain. You were frozen, scared like a hunted doe as you took in the masculine scent that seemed to scream “Alpha”. 
Bucky watched as you looked around, trying to pinpoint his hiding spot. His heart skipped a beat in excitement as you took off into the thicket, leaving your pelt behind on the snowy ground. He chased you, then. Too focused on the hunt to worry about cornering you, too focused on you. He’d chase you down until you fainted from exhaustion if he had to. 
You were faster than he expected, more agile and hellbent on escaping him than you had appeared to be. He felt an odd sense of pride as he watched you nimbly dodge and duck under and over every branch and uprooted oak that came into your way. But Bucky had the advantage, this was his territory, not yours. He knew his hunting grounds, not you. So when you came to a skidded stop at a broken bridge, he wasn’t the least bit surprised. But what did surprise him was the little snarl that left you before you broke away from him once more. 
You ran and ran until your feet were numb with cold and your lungs frosted over with every breath you took. He was close, too close, and you were forced to abandon the plan on crossing the stream to safety. Gods–you didn’t even know where you were anymore. You could be going in circles and you’d be none the wiser, everything looked the same in this untouched part of the wood. You berated yourself for straying from the path, now you were lost, alone, and being hunted. You began to cry as you thought of your fate, you didn’t want to be sacrificed, you just wanted to go home back to your family. Back to your life. 
You were ready to give up, your feet were tired, legs weakened, and your chest burned from the cold. You fell to your knees and looked up to the full moon, exhaustion taking over your thoughts. You were desperate and didn’t have the energy to be surprised at yourself when you began to pray to the moon above. 
“Gods above… Please, please, let me live and I’ll devote myself to you. My heart, mind, soul, and body, please,” you prayed. 
Just as you were about to laugh at yourself for your foolishness, a flickering candlelight in the nearby distance caught your eye. You mindlessly followed the light that pierced through the dense darkness of night, like a moth to a flame. As you got closer, you saw the lantern-light belonged to a small cottage fringed with winterberries and garland. You were uplifted as you believed the gods had answered your prayer. Without a second thought, your feet began to move on their own through the snow as you raced toward the home. You knocked once, then twice, then thrice. When there was no answer, you apologized to whatever being had heard you pray, before turning the brass doorknob and welcoming yourself inside. 
The warmth of a crackling fire embraced you posthaste as you closed the door behind you. You made your way to the fireplace, rubbing your hands over the flame as you warmed yourself. The house was eerily silent as you looked around. You saw the carved candles from your village on the mantelpiece, vases of starry blue, pale pink, and white glory of the snow, and bright yellow winter jasmine were placed on the tabletops, and garland with holly flowers was wrapped around the railing of a small staircase that led upstairs. You made your way up the stairs as curiosity led you on. You called out for the owner of the home once again as you reached the top, but to no avail; the house was empty. 
You crept along the creaking floorboards into a small room, illuminated by a single lantern with frosted glass windows. You explored the room. There was a bed, with an oak headboard, and thick, grey, and brown wolf and bear pelts. You sat down on the edge of the bed with a soft bounce as you rested your tired feet. Ahead of you was a wooden chest with intricate images of Yule logs, goats, and boars. Something deep within your gut urges you to go to it, to open it, and look upon its secrets; but the feeling made you uneasy, it made you afraid of what you’d find. 
But you knew better than to ignore your gut, so you went to it, opened it, and looked upon its secrets. You nearly screamed as you pulled forth white hood, after white hood, after white hood. Your hands shook as you emptied the chest, white hoods covered the ground like the snow outside. There were more hoods than you could count, most of them much older than you. You sobbed as you slammed the chest shut, too focused on the white hoods before you to notice the slithering notes of amber, nutmeg, vanilla, and sandalwood that now threatened to constrict, and swallow you whole. 
Your body sensed him before your mind did, your hairs stood on end, and your core tightened with primal, animalistic want. You only recognized his imposing presence after it was too late. Your throat dried as you slowly turned around to face the Alpha from the woods. He stood in the doorway, shirtless and steaming, as his heat fought against the cold of winter. To say he was big, would be an understatement. He was wordless as he strode toward you with an urgency driven by desire. You shuffled away, sobbing as he quickly crawled atop of you, trapping you beneath him. You fought against him, slapping and scratching his chest and face as he buried his face in your neck. Deeply inhaling your sickly sweet scent. 
“I wonder if you taste as sweet as you smell, ‘Mega,” he said as he nipped the lobe of your ear. 
Your heart dropped as he ripped at your bodice like an animal, tossing the ruined fabric aside as he bared your breasts to the air. The Alpha brushed his lips against your neck, your jaw, and mouth as he tasted you. You had never been kissed before, the feeling of it all was foreign as you felt his tongue explore your mouth. You squirmed as he palmed your breast, his thumb flicking and pinching over your sensitive nipple. Bucky let out a low snarl of disapproval as you tried to wriggle away from him, and when you ignored his warning, he bit down on your nipple. You yelped and beat against his back, clawing and punching as you flailed and thrashed. In your struggle you managed to slip out from underneath his body. Then, it was a desperate fight of him dragging you by your ankles, and you kicking wildly and blindly. With luck you landed a strong kick to his face that bloodied his nose. You ran, then. Practically flying down the flight of stairs as you made a beeline for the front door–to your freedom. You felt the cold snow on your toes as one foot met the icy ground, but the other foot was caught. 
You fell on your face as Bucky dragged you back into his house. Blood stained his face and a dangerous fire was reflected in his blue eyes. He took you by your neck and forced you down onto the staircase, entrapping you under his weight. Your legs kicked out as he forced himself between your thighs, he snarled again, keeping a tight grip on the back of your neck. He ripped away the remaining pieces of your clothes, ridding you of the white garments, of your innocence, your purity.
He lifted your hips and placed a strong hand on your back, forcing you into an arch. You yipped as you felt a wet warmth lick up your sex. You tried to curl away, but his grip on you was strong and firm. A heat bloomed within your gut as Bucky dipped his tongue between your wet folds, fucking you with his hot tongue. Your brain hazed over as he stroked and rubbed your sweet spot of concentrated pleasure with his thumb. He was devouring you, and you felt your resolve melt away with every delicious flick and swipe of his tongue. You moaned and allowed yourself to arch into his mouth, desperately seeking more pleasure. You ground your cunt on his face and moaned at the feeling of him tightly gripping your hips as he gave you what you wanted–needed. 
You clawed at the stairs beneath you as your voice grew shrill, the coil in your belly was beginning to unravel with every lick. Bucky felt you stiffen as he brought you to the edge of your pleasure, he sank his tongue deep inside you until he finally felt you shudder hard against him. You cried out as you came on his tongue, pure white fire ignited in your veins, consuming your thoughts, and burning away any fight you had left. The aftershocks of your pleasure left you shaking and wanting. 
Without warning, Bucky buried his thick length in you with one hard stroke; mercilessly tearing through your untouched barrier. For a moment there was only a burning pain as he forced himself deeper. He pulled out a few inches, and then slammed back into you. Again and again. The Alpha above you howled with pleasure as he rutted into you hard and fast. You looked over your shoulder and moaned as you watched his narrow hips thrust against you. His eyes met yours and he bared his teeth as he indulged in his animalistic pleasure. With your mouth agape you felt another spark of pleasure ignite within you, you cried out for him, then, begging him to stoke the fire that threatened to burn, to consume you. 
Your scents bled together, creating the beginning knot of your bond; his sandalwood and vanilla notes, duetting your patchouli and caramel glaze in perfect harmony. You whined as he pulled out of you, leaving you empty and clenching. He flipped you onto your back, spreading your weak legs wide as he entered you once more. He reached places that had you blaspheming as you chanted his title like a prayer. 
Alpha, Alpha, Alpha… 
He added fuel to your evergrowing fire as he reached down to your bundle of nerves, rubbing firm circles as he fucked into your wet cunt. He kissed you again, your lips following his lead as he claimed your mouth with his tongue. You moaned as you tasted yourself on him. His lips trailed down your jaw, peppering wet kisses down your body until he reached the scent gland on your neck. He scented you, then. A low growl left his chest as the base of his cock swelled, your pussy constricting in turn. Your howling moans clashed in dissonance as he pushed you over the edge into white-hot pleasure. Bucky thrusted into you, harder, faster, as his pleasure grew and grew until it finally exploded. As his warmth flooded you another sensation sent your senses into hyperdrive–his teeth sinking into your neck. Your arms and legs instinctively wrapped around him as he bonded you, marking you as his. 
You murmured incoherently as your bodies locked together, you were so full of him that you could focus on nothing, but the feel of him locked inside you. Your head lolled to the side as your exhaustion set in, your bones felt heavy as sleep lulled you. You were vaguely aware of the man atop of you, too drunk on mated pleasure to fully acknowledge how his eyes began to once again devour your body. 
He kissed your wound, breathing you in as he did, “What’s your name, Omega?”
“(Y/N),” you rasped. 
“Bucky,” 
As you sobered, the weight of your situation became clearer. All of those white hoods, all of those Omegas that never returned home… Your breathing picked up as panic sparked like lightning in your veins. You shoved on Bucky’s chest as you started to wiggle out from him, tugging on his knot. He snarled and snapped at you and you flinched as unshed tears glossed your eyes. 
“Don’t hurt me, please,” you whimpered, “Please, I–I don’t want to die.” 
“I’m not going to kill you, I’m going to keep you,” 
Keep you? You trembled, “What about all of the other Omegas? What happened to them?” 
He cupped your face and traced the bridge of your nose, then the cupid’s bow of your lips, “Them I killed,” he whispered with a ghost of a smile. 
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