#dark bucky barnes x you

[highonmarvel]

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.

Non Con Warning!

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.”

Ribs (II)

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[flordeamatista]

𝗕𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝗧𝗼 𝗬𝗼𝘂

pairing: dark mob!bucky barnes x stewardess!reader

concept: Like clouds dancing in the air giving the setting sun a reason to live, that is how you came into his life. 

word count: 2k

warnings: possessive Bucky, dark Bucky, dubcon/noncon (to be safe on the kidnapp-ing, drug—ing), desire,lust, p— in-—v, mile high club, man—ipulation mature themes, edging, fingering, nickname ──(Princess, Sweetheart)

a/n: Written for @the-slumberparty April Mob AU Challenge. In the midst of my muse going off and on, I finally received the muse to finish this story from the writing fairies to submit it on the last day.

The prompt: “If it wasn’t meant to be, you wouldn’t fit me so perfectly.”

lovely beta:@lunarbuck & @targaryenvampireslayer

line divider by @s-tarksintern ──the cute gif/moodboard made by me

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Despite the distance, I can still sense you. 

What a waste of time. 

You feel your heart sink as you realize you have been stood up. You try to distract yourself by focusing on the flickering candlelight on the table and taking a deep breath.

It's as if the radiant flame is a reminder of your feelings for him, a reminder that won't go away no matter how difficult the situation gets.

His deep crimson eyes, burning intensely, ran wild during lustful nights and burned so hard every day you were with him. 

This light was visible only to you. 

His possessiveness and jealousy, however, were like melting wax into molten tears of your fears as you fled. That night, when you left him, it ached for you, but you knew it was time to leave. You left, never looking back, never feeling his piercing light again. His hold on you was more than physical; it was as if he treated you as if you were his property and wanted whatever he thought best for you, regardless of what you wanted. 

You are finally free. 

Fresh air is the most beneficial thing for you. You have to venture into a new atmosphere, experience a new life, and encounter a new man.

Recharge from him and getting a fresh beginning.

The waiter comes with a drink. 

"On the house. He doesn't deserve you for standing you up."

You had the feeling that the restaurant staff were watching you and were sorry your date had not arrived. You’d been holding on to the idea that he was stuck at work for almost two hours but after sitting at the table alone and stupid, you’re giving up hope.

You quickly down the drink, hoping it will give you some relief from the humiliation and arduous wait. 

 “So much for romance,” you mutter into the glass. 

"Maybe your man is nearby," the waiter says softly in fear as you stare at him in confusion.

 Your attention is drawn to the door as he points to it. 

A stone wall surrounds you, and suddenly, the air is thick as syrup.

It feels like your body is drained, your arms and hands are heavy, and every movement feels like a struggle, as you grasp the table, feeling numb. There he stands, him, with a bouquet of roses in his hand. A smirk escapes his lips as fire returns to the room. 

But you keep seeing blurry figures, hoarse voices, and the sensation that your body is swallowing. The room looks like a slow-moving carnivorous scene. Air around you feels heavy and thick, as if it is tightly wrapped around you, suffocating you.

As if your body is turning to stone, you feel helpless, but a touch brings a sliver of reality when blue ocean eyes and “You can’t be taking free drinks from a stranger, Sweetheart. Just sleep and it will be okay.” Fingers stroke your cheek and you keep your eyes open. 

“There is no escape.” He kisses you on the forehead, and you see darkness. 

Your eyes only belong to him and he looks forward to seeing them again

It is only when you see his shadows and feel the beating of your heart that you know where you were.

Though you want to run, you return to him by the hand of the universe. In his hands.

A smirk appears on his face. “Hello, Lovebug. Our paths cross again. I want to know why you ran from me. Nobody, not even you, runs from me." His deep voice carries anger while his eyes focus on you.

“Where am I?” 

You see him stare down at you and tap his glass of Scotch, but you realize you are not at his house but on his private jet. In the midst of the peaceful flight across the clouds, you can sense the jet moving peacefully. 

But you are next to the darkest cloud of the world.

There is only one dark king in the world of mobs, Bucky Barnes. 

You can feel yourself being pulled into darkness, unsure of what the future holds. “Fuck you.” You take his glass and throw it across the plane.

You slap him hard across the face, causing his head to snap to the side. The sound of the slap echoes throughout the small plane. 

His eyes suddenly sparkle with rage as he pushes you back against the jet's cabin.

 As you stare at his lips, he licks them.

 This is the end for you, and you know it. 

His touch is electrifying, and he seems to sense it. With an inviting smirk, he leans in closer, leaving you with no doubt as to his intentions. 

He will make sure your words are moans for his name with a single touch

He reaches down and pulls up your dress, then slowly runs to your underwear. His fingers glide through your pussy. You can feel your heart beating faster as his touch enthralls you, as he brings you to the edge of pleasure. His eyes are dark and lustful, and he whispers, "I know she's ready for more. Let's make her happy, the king is home." Keeping his thumb firmly pressed against your most intimate area, he rubs it back and forth rhythmically, and you surrender to his words and the touch of his fingers.

He slides two thick fingers deep into your pussy, and you whimper. "Don't tell me you don't want me," he growls, leans in and bites your bottom lip, as his other hand grips your throat, fingers pumping you hard.

He aggressively takes your lips. His body shakes and he collapses onto you, exhausted. His breath is hot in your ear as he whispers your name. His tongue slides through your mouth as your whole body melts against him. He breaks the kiss and he looks down at you with a satisfied smirk. 

His body is trembling, and he wraps his arms around you, pulling you close. 

His hard body presses against yours while he moans.

He adds another finger to your pussy and your eyes roll back. His touch sends electric pleasure waves through your body. His growl echoes the intensity of those feelings coursing through your body. "I will give you more so you know you are mine." His fingers send you over the edge, your moans growing louder in the room. 

Biting your lip and trying to stay upright, you roll your eyes back in your head. 

Like clouds dancing in the air giving the setting sun a reason to live, that is how you came into his life. 

The stewardess of his private jet bandaged the shallow cut on his arm in silence when he won a fight and was on his way home. A sense of hope and possibility was brought by your unexpected arrival. He was given a glass of bourbon by you to ease the pain, but all he wanted was to feel the touch of your hands on his skin to soothe the wound. The sun shined through the plane that day as you flew in the air, he kissed you on the lips to claim you as his. 

The world was in his hands in every aspect, and even the air obeyed him, so there was no place for him to hide. Even though you attempted to run from the lifestyle, his hands were visible on your skin every second of the day and you were his.

In this moment when you know he is tracing what is his, you want him to trace more. 

Your body moans at his touch.

You are left utterly frustrated when he suddenly draws his fingers from you. 

You want to scream, but the sound never escapes your lips. He is playing a game, and you are on the verge of losing badly. Your breathing is heavy, and your eyes sting with tears yet to fall. In this moment, you feel trapped by overwhelming sensations and powerlessness. 

A soft whispered apology graced your lips. "I didn't mean to leave you. I needed air."

With his back to you, Bucky smirks in response to your unease, none of which he wants you to feel. Taking off his suit jacket, he turns to you as he removes his tie, unbuttons his shirt, and slowly rolls up his sleeves.

"Come here," he whispers softly. 

You stand, weighing your options, knowing you have none, since he is always a step ahead, forcing you to bend your knees to him. There is nowhere to hide or scream. He seems unimpressed after you take a few steps to ease up under his obedience.

“Come here now,” he says harshly. He is not backing down, and his tone makes it clear that you have no choice but to obey his order. It is unusual for him to repeat himself, and his eyes are burning. 

You obey, not wanting to anger him further. He sneers as you walk over, your heart beating wildly. He grabs your arm and pulls you closer, his breath hot on your face.

"I'm going to give you two options, baby," he growls. "You can take my cock, or you can cry while I make you take it."

Bucky has everything in his life, from power to his girl.

He ignites my flame once again with his words

Your pussy takes him in as he grinds his hips against you. His breathing becomes heavier as he takes you in. Every movement is torture and ecstasy simultaneously. His gaze is locked on you and he moves closer to deepening the connection between you and him. He feels like there's no one else in this world, but the two of you. He has been under his spell since the moment he laid eyes on you.

"Don't you need me, Princess?" he whispers softly, grabbing your jaw. But you can’t answer. "Answer me, baby," he says in a low, growling voice as he thrusts inside you slowly. "Or I will not let you come all fucking night!"

Your body burns and you know he will keep his promise, making your suffering even worse. You are his to take. You whisper, "I need it," into the air.

“Yes,” he growls again as your flesh yields. "You are..." He tightens his fingers around yours as he grinds against you. "Mine." He thrust faster and harder. In. Out. Faster. Stronger. The thrill of his body thumping into you was apparent in every thrust. 

"If it wasn't meant to be, you wouldn't fit me so perfectly. Look at our movement as one, darling." His breathing is heavy and ragged as he pushes himself in deeper, claiming every inch of your body. 

His words, touch, and excited expression make you lose your breath. 

He whispers darkly, "Your pussy is so happy to see me." His movements are precise and calculated, and you arch your back and wrap your legs around him to push him closer with each thrust.

You can feel the pleasure building up as your orgasm is quickly approaching. Finally, you reach the peak as you tremble and moan.

Your freedom from him slips away from you. 

Once again, you have crossed a dangerous, fine line, as Bucky said, you have nowhere to run. You have no choice but to take on the consequences of your actions. You watch the clouds move across the sky as you move with him in rhythm, knowing that no land can hide you.

Your voice echoes his name, and they remain until the end of time

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[mrsdarkandyandere7]

Mistake

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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[cissywritess]

𝑪𝒂𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒉𝒆 | Four

Summary: You’re in your last year of high school, you want out of this town. It won’t be so easy when you got a stalker.

Pairing: Dark!Stucky x reader

Warnings: Contains dark themes, 18+ please do not read without looking at warning first.

Notes: sorry for taking so long. It’s almost like a I have a life.

Steve comes in, making you immediately sit up from your spot. You've been here for a week, a week of hell. At first, you thought they were going to kill you but they explained that they plan on keeping you for a while. They also told you the reason they took you. They have been madly in love with you ever since Steve found you in the diner, love at first sight he says. Steve and Bucky had been looking for their third missing piece, after all, they deserve it. 

“Hey sweetheart how are you doing?” he asked you, you were shocked that he even had the nerve to say that after he literally kidnapped you. You didn’t reply, making him sigh. He walks closer to you, making you back up. “Now where are your manners,” he puts his hands on his hips. You’re lucky Bucky wasn’t the one talking to you right now, or this would have been a completely different scenario. 

“I wanna leave,” you told him with a shaky voice. Steve drops his hands in disappointment. 

“Bucky,” Steve said, you thought he was talking to you but a second later Bucky comes in, and Steve turns to him. “She's not listening, perhaps we can teach her manners,” your heart quickens. This is the completely different scenario. They turn to look at you, Steve reached out, when you realized what was going on you tried to quickly get off the bed but you weren’t fast enough. Steve was awfully strong, you couldn’t even move. Tears began to cloud your vision out of fear. 

Bucky left the room, “This is for your own good sweetheart,” Steve told you. You’ve never been this scared before. Steve forcefully laid you down on the bed, Bucky came back and handed Steve cuffs, you tried to squirm away from him but Bucky had his hands on your legs keeping you in place.

Once your hands and legs were cuffed Steve began to pull down your pants. You cried out terrified.

You had an idea of what they’re gonna do. You felt Bucky’s fingers dance along your cotton panties, your mind was racing.

“Look at this pretty pussy,” Bucky said moving your panties to the side. His fingers slide around your folds.

Without any warning, he slipped his fingers in. Bucky stretched you dry making you wince. You see Steve walk over to the closet pulling out a box you haven’t seen before. You didn’t touch one thing in this room.

You panicked when you saw him pull out a long and thick dildo, you cried even more, what was even more worst it turned on making the toy vibrate.

“Don’t cry, you deserve this.” Steve’s eyes were now dark. You pulled on the restraints only making your wrist and ankles hurt.

He slipped it into your walls, you closed your eyes trying not to focus on the pain.

“See you in a while baby, see if you're ready to use your manners,” Bucky stood up from the bed. They left you there with the dildo vibrating in your pussy.

There was enough lubrication to stop it from hurting. Soon after you began to feel pleasure. You felt yourself building up, you’ve never used a toy before only using your hands, as the knot in your stomach turned you felt yourself climaxing. You held your moans in.

You tried to move your legs to remove the toy but it only created more friction. You felt another knot in your stomach.

You choked after you climaxed again, but it didn’t stop after that, you rode another 2.

You already started to feel euphoric, dizzy from everything. You didn’t stop coming, making you cry.

After 4 hours Steve and Bucky came in. “Are you ready to be good?” Steve said.

You didn’t even let him finish before you were begging for them to stop.

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After your punishment, you behaved. You were sore after a few days, you’ve never felt more scared in your life. They told you if you misbehaved again it would be worse. It was enough for you to do what they wanted.

They let you out of the room but one of them always has to be with you, they were insane for sure. How unlucky did you have to be to get kidnapped?

What hurt most was that your own mother willingly gave you up. You would have expected other things from her but not this.

You had a plan you weren’t going to stay here at least you didn’t expect to. When they're asleep you’ll grab one of their phones to call 911.

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[sgt-seabass]

I heard you escaped Steve's home!

But is the man you bump into in the woods a friend or foe?

𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒏

✧˚ · . 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘚𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘒𝘦𝘮𝘱. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘴𝘢𝘧𝘦.

pairing — werewolf!bucky x reader w/c — 1.8k this is a dark fic. 18+ only. listening to — ♫ dark side of the moon, suisside warnings — general dark elements, allusion to steve kemp being a cannibal and holding women captive, reader is missing her left arm, non-major character death, reference to violence, reference to stabbing injury, werewolves lol, smut, non-con turned dub-con (p in v sex), breeding kink, knotting, tongue play kinda, possessiveness, monsterfucking, a kinda nice ending lol a/n — written on my phone. not beta read. navy you fucking menace look what you made me do 😌 thank you to @rookthorne for letting me scream at you about this.

You’d done it.

Steve was dead.

After the locking mechanism to your cell had failed due to a storm overhead, you’d managed to get hold of a butcher's knife in the kitchen.

Steve hadn’t seen it coming when you plunged the knife into his chest while he napped on the couch. He didn’t die immediately. There was a struggle, and you sustained a stab wound to your side when Steve almost overpowered you.

It was hard as Steve had already given you a disadvantage. Several days ago, he had taken your left arm for his sick purpose.

But he was too weak from your sneak attack, and he collapsed on top of you with his dying wheeze.

You’d tried to free other girls, but you were the only one left. And when you’d found Steve’s phone, you were unsurprised to find there was no reception because of the heavy rain that battered down on the roof.

You dressed in one of Steve’s warm sweaters and sweatpants, tucking his phone into your pocket to keep it safe from the rain.

The left sleeve of the sweatshirt swinging empty, covered in his blood and your own, you stumbled out into the night.

The rain was pouring down, lightning flashing across the sky before the thunder rumbled. It was the kind of weather that made you want to snuggle into bed with a book and a cup of tea. Instead, you were stuck trying to find a neighbouring property.

Your bare feet sunk into the muddy earth as you dragged yourself into the woods surrounding Steve’s property.

Asshole. Living in the middle of nowhere.

You cursed Steve’s decrepit soul as you wandered into the forest. The flashes of light helped you make your way through the darkened trees, but it felt as if you were walking in circles, with no sense of direction to guide you.

After some time, you stopped for a break, your legs tired, and your body fatigued. You leant against the trunk of a tree, breaths coming out in short pants. Finally, the rain began to ease, the storm passing. The clouds opened up, allowing the moon to be revealed.

You marvelled at it for a moment—a beautiful full moon.

If this is where you were destined to die, it was pretty at least.

The sounds of wolf cries into the night sounded, but they fell on deaf ears as you focused on keeping yourself conscious.

Your hand clutched at your left side where Steve had stabbed you, the wound throbbing and making you woozy. Maybe you could rest a little. Just sit and close your eyes for a while.

You slumped against the bark, your legs beginning to give way as your vision blurred with a vignette at the edges. Was this your final curtain call?

The wind howled through the trees as you fell to your side, your blood mixing with the mud. You were just so tired.

Another cacophony of animals sounded, growls and barks nearby. But it didn’t matter, not when your body was ready to bid the moon an eternal goodnight.

With a grunt, you rolled onto your back, tears swelling as you gazed at the glowing full moon.

I’m not ready to die. Mr Moon, won’t you grant me a second chance?

Your eyes closed, and everything went dark and silent.

It was hard to discern what you noticed first as you came to.

Was it the snarling and panting? The wet slobber of a large tongue across your skin? The fur that tickled you? Or the cock that was nestled at your entrance?

Definitely the last one.

You opened your eyes with a gasp, and you screamed at the sight of the thing on top of you.

A monster. Pearly white sharp teeth, a large imposing figure, and dark fur that covered its whole body.

You were pinned down on your back by a werewolf. Like a picture book come to life.

The wolf-man didn’t seem perturbed by your screams. He was feral enough as it was. His drool dripped from his snout onto your chest, your clothes already torn away while you were unconscious.

Shit, the phone. You tried to sit up to find it, but large claws dug into your skin as a warning not to move.

“Are you going to kill me?” It was a bold move asking the beast a question, but he didn’t answer, instead licking a long stripe up your neck and over your cheek.

The werewolf licked at your side where your wound was, and you gasped when you glanced down to see it healed. Did he save you?

“What—? I— I don’t understand—“ You were silenced when the wolf brought his tongue to your lips, invading your mouth with his wet muscle.

You tried to squirm, but the beast held tight as he fucked your mouth with his tongue, his huffs getting deeper as growls rumbled from him.

His inhumanly large cock prodded at your entrance, your eyes going wide when you felt the way his natural lubricant gave him an easy slide in.

The werewolf pulled back with a howl as he sunk himself into your waiting heat, his fur puffing up and tail going rigid.

It was all too much. You’d expected death, and yet, you were at the mercy of a beast instead. The pleasure that came the deeper he got, and the more he stretched you was enough to have you howling too.

You felt full to the brim, and he was just over halfway. “Ah! Stop! You’re not going to fit!”

But the beast kept going. He curled his arms around you, cradling you against the forest floor before biting into your collarbone to stabilise himself.

He ignored your cries as he rutted deeper, rocking your body with his as he made you take his entire length.

You felt a little ridge when he reached the fuzzy fur at the base of his cock, and it was enough to have your nerves alight with arousal.

The scent of this mysterious man had your head swirling as if you had inhaled an aphrodisiac. His very being was turning your body into what he needed. A fleshlight to fuck his seed into.

He kept you close, sweat beginning to sheen across your skin with the heat radiating from him. When the beast started to thrust deep and hard, your fingers dug into his fur to hold on.

The beast whimpered when you touched him, and you properly got a look at him. Hulking and massive with red eyes that shone like a bright ruby. He was breathtakingly beautiful in a morbid way. A beautiful horror you couldn’t look away from.

You ran your hands down his arms, only then noticing that one arm wasn’t furry at all. It was metal, but the appendage had taken a beastly form too, so it suited the rest of him. It was his left arm, just like yours.

When your eyes met, the wolf thrust particularly deep, causing you to moan out. And you could swear there was almost a smile on his snout.

Resuming his brutal pace, the werewolf began fucking without resolve, like nothing more than an animal desperate for its primal release.

You had no choice but to hold on as he bit into your shoulder, holding you still like his prey as he panted and groaned, cock swelling bigger as he started getting rougher.

“Fuck! I can’t—“ A large paw covered your mouth, silencing any further words.

You were ready to keep protesting until the beast changed his angle, his sharp nailed feet digging into the dirt, and the bulbous tip of his cock pounding against your g-spot.

Stars burst behind your eyes, and your body began to shake uncontrollably from the absolute bliss that took over.

He didn’t stop. And before long, your toes began to curl as an orgasm approached.

Sensing your tensing body, the werewolf growled in your ear as if he was beckoning you to cum for him.

You let go, allowing the intense orgasm to wash over you.

Your sounds were muffled behind the man-beast’s paw as you came, your feet kicking at his back and ass as you shook. It was like nothing you’d ever felt before.

The wolf watched it all, drinking in the sight of you.

You felt the ridge at the end of his cock begin to get bigger, the ring of muscle catching at your entrance. It was a little painful as the knot pulled at your entrance with each feral thrust, but luckily the werewolf buried himself deep.

His pelvis ground against you as he whimpered and yipped.

An odd barked growl was the only warning you got before the knot swelled fully and plugged you.

The first shoot of cum entered you, and you moaned at how warm it was. Just like the rest of him. You closed your eyes, allowing yourself just to feel as you were filled with the seemingly never-ending stream of release.

The wolf moved his paw from your mouth, placing it on your belly where his seed was planted deep.

It gave you tingles, how his nails raked across your skin, not enough to cut but enough to leave marks.

He massaged your belly, causing some of the cum to seep around his knot, the pressure too much. You cried out, placing a hand over his to stop him. It felt odd.

The wolf looked at you, his head quirking and blood-red eyes narrowing. Was he insulted you tried to stop him?

“Mine.”

You were shocked at the deep timbre and surprisingly sultry tone of the werewolf. It was the first word he’d spoken, and it was enough to have your thighs clenching against his hips.

“It’s too much when you—“

“Mine.”

Alright. So he wasn’t a conversationalist. “Y-Yes. I got that bit. Uhm. Please don’t push on my—“

“Mine. Home.”

“Stop cutting me off— Wait. Home?” You asked incredulously, confused by the new word in the wolf’s vocabulary. But it started to make more sense when the man-beast picked you up, holding you to his chest as his knot kept you connected. He was taking you home.

He began walking, and you sighed at the sight of your clothes and Steve’s phone discarded in the mud.

So much for an escape.

“Do you have a name?” You conceded. If the beast was taking you home, the least you could do was know his name. Although, maybe he’d turn human again? What would he look like?

“Bucky.”

“Thanks for healing me, Bucky.” You murmured awkwardly, and the beast huffed in response. His knot finally let you go, so he moved you to his hip, carrying you like precious cargo even when his fur began to get wet with the cum that seeped from your core. “Do you know more than three words?”

“Mine. Home. Bucky. Mine.”

An amused snort left you. “That’s… not what I meant.”

You curled yourself into the werewolf’s fur. Despite the circumstances, he saved you. He made you feel good when all you’d experienced was pain and suffering.

For the first time in a long while, a smile graced your lips. This was undoubtedly a fate better than death.

“Pretty girl. Pretty smile.”

You glanced down, embarrassed from the compliment, just in time to see Bucky’s tail begin to wag. “So you do know more than three words.”

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[our-destiny]

If you’re comfortable with it can I request a blurb or headcannons (whatever you prefer) with yandere Bucky Barnes with a darling who never wears anything that goes above the knee but eventually they get comfortable (assuming they haven’t been yoinked at this point) with Bucky that they take a chance and wear something that’s above the knee, and they just have a lot of SH scars on their thighs. I struggle with it still so it’d be v comforting.

That or a darling with an eating disorder because they feel like they don’t deserve to eat, or others deserve it more than them (I also struggle with this) (multiple skill issues on my part👎)

Tyyy!

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Thank you for sending in a request, in this post I'll do SH scars but I'll do another post for an ED, and I'll link it here when I'm done. Anyway, we're gonna do headcanons! <33 Also I hope this helps comfort you bb

Yandere Bucky sees GN!Darling's self harm scars

Trigger Warnings: Self harm (both past and present), implied suicide, stalking, kidnapping, Bucky's a perv and watches you change + a sappy note at the end from yours truly - if I missed anything please let me know

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First off, our baby boy here definitely stalks you, and has probably seen your scars when he'd watches you get changed (little pervert). So when he sees you wearing something that shows them, he won't be very surprised. Chances are he'll just gloss over them and not mention them to hopefully make you more comfortable. But let's talk about how he first felt when he saw them.

Bucky was absolutely heartbroken when he saw them. You hurt yourself? Why? He thinks you're the best person in the world, he would move Heaven and Earth for you, what made you do that? He's not judging you, no he would never. He's just worried.

He probably stays awake at night for the first few days when he finds out. Worrying if he's gonna lose you, or if he's done something wrong. His stalking gets more intense, wanting to make sure you don't do it again, or hurt yourself worse.

If they're fresh ones he thinks about confronting you. About giving you a long speech about how he loves you, trying to intervene and help. But then he remembers that you don't know he knows. He shouldn't know. So that idea gets scrapped. So now he has two options.

1. Take you home with him (he doesn't like the word ''kidnap'') so he can physically stop you, even if he has to tie you up or lock you somewhere.

Or 2. Physically stop you by just taking away whatever you're using to hurt yourself. Knives would be the easiest, he'd just take them when you weren't looking, and if you bought more he'd take them, too. But if it's something else (your own nails, burning yourself, hitting yourself) he'd have to do something else. In that case, he'd be forced to take you, to keep you by his side and under his watch so you didn't hurt the person he loves any more.

Either way he is incredibly worried, and would act as soon as possible to try and help you from the shadows. He'd also insist that he's here for you, that you can call him whenever you want, even if it's the middle of the night, your safety comes above anything of his. He just wants to make sure you stay by his side, and happy. Is that so bad?

If they were old ones and healed up he wouldn't be as worried but still heartbroken.

Even the thought you did something like that just makes him want to cradle you and kiss your cute face all over, reassure you for hours on end. But he can't, because you don't know that he knows.

Either way, he becomes a lot more clingy and reassuring, telling you he's here for you if you should ever need him and showering you with even more love. Again, once you actually showed him, he wouldn't mention it or make a big deal out of it, not wanting to make you uncomfortable or pressure you into talking. But if you do want to talk, he's all ears. And has snacks and cuddles at the ready to comfort you.

As always, don't hesitate to reach out if you are struggling, there are many resources available to help you, pkease use them. Even if you feel no one cares, I care. And I love you. So take care of yourselves <33

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[geminigirl0298]

Hi! Some of us have probably been waiting patiently but didn’t want to you to feel pressured 🤍 just know you have a fan here patiently waiting for your amazing writing when your ready 🥰

Hey! School has been killing me and I have my final MBBS exams in less than two months.

Still, I have been writing. Since it’s been so long, here’s an excerpt from ATKM Chapter 17:

ALL THE KINGS’ MEN, CHAPTER 17 EXCERPT:

You weren’t quite sure how to react to Loki kissing you. The idea consumed most of your waking thoughts for so long, and now that it was happening, you froze. You froze. Soft lips were pressed against your own and you lay unmoving beneath the covers. The only man you could ever remember embracing you like this was James, and he was nowhere near as gentle. James kissed you to claim you- rough and cruel and in a way that almost always bruised your lips.

Loki was nothing like that. The warm caress of his mouth on yours made your head spin, and when he parted his lips, you allowed yourself to melt into him. You let him take control. He tilted his head to capture your lower lip between his and he did not try to shove his tongue into your mouth like James would have. Instead, he let the kiss progress naturally, even sliding an arm between your back and the bed to hold you closer. His other arm moved to support him on the bed.

“Are you okay?” He murmured against your mouth. “Is this too far?” You shook your head, and were rewarded with a kiss on your cheek. He moved to your jaw next, leaving soft pecks along your jaw until he reached your neck. The kiss he left there made you moan. Your eyes opened wide at the alien sound that escaped you, but your barely had time to process it before his lips moved to the shell of your ear, nibbling and licking in a way that had your cheeks heating.

“Loki…” your voice was breathless. “T-that feels wonderful.”

“Good,” he whispered in your ear. “I always want you to feel wonderful around me.” He kissed your ear, then the spot below it, lips trailing down until he reached your neck. You shivered when his lips applied more pressure there. A resultant tremble built in you, followed by another, and another as he repeated his motions. They shot straight through you and down to your core, making you press your thighs together.

“Oh!” You fisted his shirt. His mouth curved into a smile. You noticed that he took great care not to climb on top of you. He simply held you close, allowing you the safety of having him nearby without the suffocation of another body holding yours down. He-

“My king!” The call from outside was followed by a sharp knock on the door. “My king!”

A noise of annoyance erupted from the back of Loki’s throat. He stood up abruptly, marching over to the door to grip the handle and pull it open. “What?” Fear bled into the face of the soldier standing before him. You couldn’t blame the younger boy, for Loki’s irritation was coming off of him in waves. “What do you want?”

“They found the room,” announced the boy. “They found the room with the flowers-”

“They did?” you asked. “That was quick.” The boy’s face darted to yours and he promptly flushed. He must have noticed your quick breathing, along with the rumpled bed sheets and the king’s behaviour, and realized what he interrupted.

“My armies are very efficient,” Loki told you. “Heimdall would have transported them to where they needed to be, and since the Rogers’ household is empty-”

“It wasn’t,” the young soldier interjected. “It wasn’t empty. There was someone in there trying to steal the flowers.”

James, you thought. It must be James. He must have seen the soldiers and figure out what was happening.

Loki must have had the same suspicions, seeing as his eyes flickered to you. “Who was it?” His tone was rough. “Was it Commander Barnes?”

“It was a woman.”

So sorry again for the long wait. I appreciate you all being so patient with me. I cannot promise when the next chapter will be out but I am writing.

Thank you all in advance !

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[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

The Perfect Life

Part Six

Summary- 3.8k Dark Steve Rogers x Reader x Dark Bucky Barnes. In the weeks following your time in the barn, everything seems to go back to normal. But one mishap on your part sends everything spiraling again.

Warnings- noncon, psychological torture, double penetration, talks of making you pregnant, use of a knife.

A/N- Hello hello! It has been ages since this series was updated. But it is time and now I finally know where it is meant to go. (After two years) Special shout out to everyone who ever messaged me about this. But a special shout out to @americasass81 who was so patient for this, repeatedly making sure I remembered how much she loved this series. This madness is for you Christy, it really wouldn't have existed without you.

Part Five / Masterlist

The weeks following Steve’s return was tense at first, trying to adjust to both of them being back at the house. You did your best to be ‘a good girl’. Not cause any disruption while they were both there. There was no way you could stand up against both of them, even though you still dreamed of getting away, getting beyond that field of sunflowers and then the woods beyond it. A road, you dreamed of getting to a road that would lead you back to civilization. 

Even now that occupied your thoughts as you were sitting in a little seated nook, Suga wrapped in your lap purring while you absently brushed her fur, staring out the window, daydreaming of your old life. Before you were the focus of these two monsters disguised as earth’s mightiest heroes.  

“Y/N?” A cool touch had you jumping in your seat, Suga flew off your lap in protest and you drew up a bit to pull away from Bucky. 

“Yes?” 

“You didn’t hear me? I called your name several times.” Bucky frowned in concern while his arms folded over his chest, displeased that you weren’t paying attention to your surroundings.

Panic rose in your chest “I’m sorry Bucky.” You twisted in your seat to face him to try and placate him but already his wild blue eyes seemed to gather more grey in them, like a storm about to strike.

“We talked about this Doll.” 

You let your gaze fall to his scuffed boots, trying not to let your fear show. You had seen that look in his eyes before, that one of disappointment and a lesson that needed to be taught. “You did, I promise I will try harder.” 

Another thump of boots came up, Steve’s hand coming along your jaw and gripping your chin to lift your gaze up to the two of them. One as wild as the other. There was a tick in Steve’s cheek as he assessed you, you knew this couldn’t fare well for you. “You already promised that Y/N, promises are not made to be broken. Not in this house.” 

Your eyes widened as you knew what this meant. “No… No Steve, Bucky…” Your eyes went from one to the other, frantic now. “Give me one more chance to do better.” 

“We already gave you one.” Steve’s hand tightened on your chin, making you squirm to try and pull away. 

“Not the barn, please.” You started to beg when Steve let you go, Bucky moving in on you. Your hands came to brace against the man’s chest, your breathing turning into ragged pants as you felt the hot panic wash over you. 

“Not the barn Doll, to much daylight for this lesson.” 

Your brain screamed alarms as he said that, your fight or flight instincts taking over. All those times you tried fleeing proved useless, so you struck out. Curving your fingers to rake them against Bucky’s face, you were about to strike, prepared to bite and claw your way through him when something muffled over your face and powerful arms circled you to capture you. 

Your screams didn’t help you any, not when the powerful chemical smell made you gag and cough till you passed out. 

Bucky hauled your passed-out form over his shoulder while Steve worked on unlocking the door leading to the basement.

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Your head screamed as you felt your senses come back. The floor under you was hard and cold. Like it was made of stone. Your hands swept out to feel around you but found empty space. You half expected to feel the jingle of a chain or tightness of a rope around you, but you were free. It all came screaming back what happened when you jerked up, blinking your eyes to nothing. It was sheer darkness around you. 

“Oh god…” You whispered in the dark, looking around blindly, willing a light to at least come on. But nothing happened in the cool darkness enveloped you, starting to feel like a whole other kind of restraint while it swallowed you whole. 

After a few minutes shapes started to make themselves known, darker shadows among the blackness. You could hear water dripping from behind you and there was a damp smell like the place had been shut up for ages, no warmth of the sun seeping down to warm it. You pushed to a stand, the dress you wore tangling around your legs as you shifted around slowly to take in all directions. 

The basement, it had to be. You had never been in the lower levels of the house, the door was always locked and you never made an effort to explore beyond the first floor. Escaping from underground just never made any sense. Now you wished you did, at least to know what it looked like. Your breath started to rush through your senses once again, your heart pattering in a painful way and you had to breathe deeply several times to calm the panicking rush threatening to claim you. “You got this Y/N, find the stairs.” You said out loud to yourself, reaching out ahead of you. “Maybe Steve and Bucky are waiting for you to just find your way out.” You lied to yourself, anything to keep the panic at bay while you could clearly hear your heart pounding in alarm. 

You shuffled your bare feet across the cold dusty cement, your toes curling in anticipation of touching something unseen. You seek continuously for any shadow that might be a staircase. You attempted to listen, for anything above or around you, hoping you would hear some thump of boots above you or a creak of an opening door. 

It was all hollow sounding, just the steady drip of water from an old pipe, making dripping noises that just made you want to start screaming. All of it was just overwhelming and when you stumbled into some boxes, making them tip over you yelped in shock, half falling over at the suddenness of your world changed when you stumbled. With the loss of your sight, you couldn’t tell what was up or down. 

“You will not cry Y/N.” You frantically tried stopping the feeling of tears, making you giggle at yourself, like you were really finally loosing it. “Or talk to yourself.” 

“Now Sweetheart, that was one of the sweetest giggles I’ve ever heard.” A deep voice whispered from nearby, making you jump and this time really fall in the pile of boxes you tipped over. 

A dark chuckle sounded around you while you pushed and scrambled through the cardboard until you got to the other side. “Steve? Please where are you?” You wildly tried searching again before going still, holding your breath to listen for him. “I’m- please you are scaring me.” 

A sound of a boot on the cement was coming from the opposite direction, making you twist to face it, even if you couldn’t see him, it was still better to face him and have an idea of where he was. 

Another sound came from behind you, where you first heard Steve speak and you twisted again, facing that too. Tears now really did spring to your eyes frustrated. “You should be scared Baby, that fear will keep you alive. Now listen for me.” He still sounded far away, but you swore you felt something brush behind you, causing you to whip around and toss your hands out to push him away. But you tossed your hands into nothingness, making your hands wave wildly around. 

You decided to take your chance, going forward with your hands held out, you felt for the wall, trying to at least get your back to it, then Steve couldn’t sneak up behind you. “Steve?” You tried again, hoping he would answer so you had an idea of where he was. When your hands went to the cool sides of cement, you turned to press your back against it, making you shiver. Either from your frazzled mind trying to keep you safe or the actual chill of the stone deep in the ground. You longed for the open upstairs where the sun was shining in all the open windows, you missed being able to just see when they were coming for you.

Your mind wasn’t even on Bucky, not till near your head something screeched against the cement and sparks went flying through the air, making you scream and bolt forward into the pitch black again to escape it. “You still weren’t paying attention Doll, you never heard me next to you.” Came Bucky’s disappointed voice, his metal arm whittling like it was readjusting itself.

“I can’t fucking see.” You screamed out at the darkness. “I learned my lesson, I’m sorry.” 

“Such language in your mouth little girl.” Steve’s voice was further away, making you swallow that lump in your throat. “And that was a piss poor apology. How about we make you a deal, get up the stairs and there will be no lesson for you today.” 

There was a low dark laugh from the darkness, Bucky almost taunting you to run. “Of course Doll, you are never getting away from us.” That made Steve chuckle as well, not nearly as close as Bucky but still nearby. 

“Fuck you.” You spat. “Both of you.” Anger made you feel hot and dumb, throwing out those insults in your anger. Another spark shot out against the wall where Bucky’s vibranium hand hit against the concrete, giving you half a second of light. 

In that half second you saw a straight shot to the stairs, where your wildly crazed brain had a plan to get up the stairs and back outside into the sunlight and safety. You just had to make a run for it. You could make it this time, you sure you could, your panic making you forget that this was a game to the super soldiers, they were never actually going to let you get up those stairs. 

The next was Steve coming for you, his face twisted coldly in anger at your words and if he caught you, he would break you. But he had to catch you first. 

The split second it went dark again, you shot forward, counting the leaping bounds you were taking till you crashed into the stairs. 

Pain jarred your legs and hips where you landed, but that didn’t slow you down. You started scrambling up, like an animal on all fours to get to the top. 

Freedom was close, you could just sense it. You could actually see the pale outline of the door where the light was just in from the other side. 

Close, you were ready to lunge for the handle to twist it. Steve said if you could get out the door you were safe. 

An arm wrapped around your waist and you felt the steps fall out from under your feet, causing you to kick out in alarm and panic at losing your chance. Your back crashed against a hard chest and the rough raze of a beard scrapped against the side of your face. “Let me go!” You tried kicking again, but the floor came out of nowhere while you crashed on it, meaning you lost your several steps advantage. 

“You are so weak Sweetheart, Bucky and I didn’t even have to try.” Steve snarled as his fingers wrenched your head around till he could press his lips against your temple, hissing out angrily. “And that mouth of yours just made it all worst.” 

Hot tears just fell down your face as you struggled again, the darkness kept you from seeing your captors, but you failed to be surprised when the cold metal hand wrapped around your throat and you felt hot breath wash over your face. “Why do you even run anymore Doll?” Bucky whispered in your other ear, their large bodies smothering you between them now while hands were everywhere over you, tearing at the summer dress they had picked for you that morning. Steve pinned your hands in the small of your back and Buckys hands raced down your front to stroke between your thighs. Steve reached from behind, more fingers filling you, plunging into you while your body betrayed you, going compliant. 

“Your body knows, it’s this little fucking head of yours making this difficult.” Steve dragged his fingers from your clenching hole backward, trailing slick up between your cheeks and around to shove drenched fingers into your mouth. “Taste yourself… How fucking needy little cunt you are for us. ‘Get fucked’ Sweetheart?” He taunted before Steve bit at your neck while Bucky chuckled darkly at your muffled squeal from the pain. 

“I will give our girl credit Steve.” Bucky somewhere in front of you said. His thumb pressing and fingers pinching your clit to the point it felt like it was throbbing. You felt him skim against you, mouth biting along your breasts, tongue seeking out taunt nipples to harshly suck and bite on, making you sob around Steve's fingers. Bucky continued down your sensitive body, all your senses overwhelmed while you struggled between the two of them. Steve continued between bites and bruising kisses along your neck and shoulder, his hand twisting your wrists to the point they felt like they might snap, but never that final push. You suddenly felt Bucky press his face against your thighs, forcing them to spread, inhaling deeply against your pussy. “She is perfect in every other way.” 

You tried kicking your knee at Bucky’s face, rage muddling through the overwhelming panic of being trapped in the dark with these two. But he caught your knee before it could, forcibly prying your leg up and over his shoulder, leaving you balancing on one foot, your back falling against Steve’s chest while he pumped his now free cock between your ass cheeks. The pain of having your weight fall against your wrists and twisted them against your back made you squeal. 

Bucky's tongue lavished hungrily over your throbbing clit, more sensitive then usual, each touch felt like it was razor sensitive, just the slightest touch made you throb and ache, your pussy dripping and clenching to be filled. 

Traitorous pussy. Your mind filtered through the blackness of sensations swarming you. Steve’s fingers finally pulled out of your mouth, his hand coated in your saliva while it slicked against your throat, snapping tightly closed till you wheezed to draw in air. 

You were unprepared for him, the way he slammed his cock into you, making you scream while your body went taunt with the intrusion. 

They were relentless the way they attacked your body, twisting it into something you felt unfamiliar with, no longer belonging to you. 

But it was theirs. You gave in so unwillingly while Steve pounded his cock into you, making your lungs burn as your hoarse scream died in the hellish basement. Bucky slurped around Steve’s pounding cock, leaving his face drenched in you. When the flutter of pleasure fed the panic in your belly, your crying made you choke while Steve’s grip tightened, causing white sparks to become explosions in the dark. 

You revealed in that bit of beauty alone, hung onto it while your body continued to break. “Thatta girl.” Bucky praised when you shuddered in your release. “Now your ready for both of us.” 

Both? Your brain computed what that would mean for you. Your struggle renewed with vigor, causing a grunting Steve to deliver a lewd laugh viciously at your attempts. His tongue ran up the side of your tear stained cheeks, pressing what almost felt like a genuine affectionate kiss to your temple. 

“Gotta keep this cunt full Doll, sucking down all our seed to put that baby in you.” Steve groaned, his hand loosening enough to let you gasp for air. “Squeezing so fucking tight Sweetheart, strangling my cock. Maybe we need to suffocate you more often.” 

“Haven’t you tortured me enough?” Your sob was a declaration at how hopeless you were feeling, how your body was no longer yours and everything was breaking apart in your sanity. 

“You call this torture Doll.” Bucky worked his pants open, you heard the zip of it although you couldn’t see anything. You struggled again, your legs wobbling and every part of you sore and tired. You jolted when you felt Buck press in close. “We call this love. Hold her open Steve.” 

Your head fell back against Steve’s shoulder when he let go of your neck to push your legs apart. 

A doll in between them to use what they wanted, that was what you had been reduced to. The pain of Bucky easing into you, much gentler than Steve had been but you still felt like you were being split apart. “That's a good girl, look at you handling your men.” 

Your men, more like your devil’s sent to pay for some unknown crime. Bucky's cold metal hand wrapped around your chin, lifting your head and you just stared blankly forward, still unable to make him out but he seemed pleased by what he saw as he started moving, matching Steve’s thrusts with a deep pleasured groan. “You are so pretty like this Doll, absolutely perfect.’ 

Another punch to your hollowed broken body, somehow you blacked out while they sped up, fucking you once again like you were nothing more then there play thing to fill. 

Pain and pleasure melded together while you were trapped in the cage of their bodies. And when it was over, leaving you sobbing against Bucky’s shoulder while Steve pulled out and then Bucky held you carefully while he pulled out, you felt so empty, curling up into Bucky’s arms to hide against him, seeking any way to disappear, even if it meant clinging to your captor. Steve’s hand attempted to soothe you, both men whispering praises and pressing gentle kisses over your face and shoulders. 

Bucky was the one to carry you up the stairs, your soft sniffles muffled against his shoulder and he didn't seem to care that you were making a mess on him while he cuddled you against him. Bleary eyed you watched behind Bucky, Steve following behind, giving you a knowing look and a gentle smile. 

“Think you earned a shower and nap Doll,” Bucky said while carrying you into your bathroom where they both took turns taking care of you, holding you upright while your legs threatened to give out, Bucky stood in the shower with you, washing you down while Steve left you two to get your bed ready. 

When they finally tucked you in, you curled up under the heavy covers and let sleep take you away from your abused body. 

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The hours must have ceased to no longer exist because it felt like within a blink you were awake, your sore body screaming in protest when you finally uncurled, cautious as you felt around your bed. You expected to run into a hard unrelenting force of either Steve or Bucky sharing your bed, but you were alone. Nothing but soft warm sheets cocooning you. 

Pushing them off, you sat up to look around the moonlight bedroom. 

Thank god its not completely dark. The fearful patter of your heart threatened to start slamming again, remembering how helpless the black hell far below the house felt. Tentaively you slipped to the edge of the bed, your legs shaking as you put your feet on the floor and you braced to stand. 

Muscles screamed in protest while you pushed to stand, stumbling a step forward and then another till your legs seemed to remember what you wanted. Going into the bathroom, you flicked the lights on, making you wince at the sudden brightness, but welcomed it. Anything was better then total darkness. 

You felt bile rise up your throat and it was not subsiding. You were quick to rush to the toilet to throw up whatever was still left in your stomach from that morning. Gasping when it was over, you push yourself away to lean against the wall, trying to get yourself together. “Breathe Y/N… in and out.” 

The foul acidic taste finally made you move, pushing off the wall to a stand, you turn on the water and scoop a handful into your mouth to swish several times before spitting it into the sink. 

Another handful was swallowed, the cool water hitting your belly heavily, settling like a dead weight inside of you. 

Wearily you lifted your head to catch yourself in the mirror. The face looking back at you was gaunt with dark circles etched permanently under your eyes. Your gaze continued, down to scattering of fingerprint bruises across your neck. You yanked the collar of the shirt they put you in to see what the damage was this time. Yanking the shirt off, you let it fall at your feet as you stared at the mirror. 

Bite marks, bruises, and hickeys covered you. It was the first time you really noticed the dull pain radiating from your skin. Then you saw the bandage on your belly. “What the fuck?” You peeled the tape off and pried it slowly away to find the deeply carved S. 

Some memory came filtering back, in your moments of being carried to your bed. The blonde beautiful face of Steve looms over you with a steel blade glimmering in the sunlight streaming through your window. You remembered turning into the light, blissfully blinding your fractured mind. 

“Hold still Sweetheart.” The blade slipped down your collarbone dangerously, Steve pressed the tip in the hollow of your neck. At that moment, you wanted him to plunge it in. Split you open to escape this body. “We can’t have you forgetting you belong to both of us.” 

Bucky cupped your face to kiss your forehead and you smiled up at him as if you were happy to see him, but it was the warm sunshine you were smiling about, your sanity floating somewhere beyond your sunflower yellow room. 

Then the pain started, making you fight against Bucky and Steve’s hold again while Steve carved into you, taking more of you. You started to beg, plead uselessly once again, Bucky soothing his touch against your face to calm you. “Let him.” 

Let him, let him, let him. You finally went pliant again, it didn’t matter. It was better this way. The last thing you recalled was Steve licking the blood off the blade before whispering in your ear. “This is what our love feels like Sweetheart.” 

You should feel something staring at the S as you recalled those moments. But your hazy mind felt empty as you stared at the brutal cut on your body. 

This is it, you felt your story was coming to an end. Would the sunflowers cover your grave?

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[buckys-wintersoldier]

“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.😂❤️

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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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[buckyalpine]

Mob Bucky x virgin reader

18+

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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[highonmarvel]

You Can Cry

Bucky Barnes: Biker!Bucky takes a liking to a sensitive girl. 18+ only!

content warnings here!

You wipe away tears as you impatiently wait for your ride to arrive, tapping your foot and hugging yourself. You don’t know why you always get so emotional, get brought to tears so easily, and your sensitivity slightly angers you, being irritated that you still cry like a child at the most silly things.

Your date had only laughed when you stared at him blankly, asking him to explain his joke again, and the rational part of you was sure he didn’t mean any harm, the rational part of you was sure it was lighthearted—he was a nice guy—but still you felt that familiar sting in your eyes at the response.

Even when you brought the night to a close, you refused a ride home from him, denying it so harshly he was stuck at the table for a bit when you stormed out, hot tears staining your cheeks, and you didn’t see him leave—maybe he was still inside and talking up another girl who didn’t take every little thing so personally.

“You sad, pretty girl?”

You startle at the voice and snap your head up to follow the sound, leading your eyes to a tall man wearing a leather jacket, leaning against the wall of the next building over to the restaurant you had stomped out of. He cards a hand through his hair and steps forward, and instinctively you step back, feeling an air of danger about him, darker than just a mugger in the night.

You wipe away the last of your tears and sniffle softly before quickly bring your focus back to the street, mentally pleading for your driver to pull up, too scared to fish your phone back out of your bag to check how far he was, and clutching your purse tighter.

He groans, “Please, sweetheart, I’m talkin’ to you.”

“No,” you reply, quietly, not making a move to look back up at his captivating blue eyes, a slight fear that if you look back at him, you’ll never be able to look away again. Or he’ll be the last thing you see, “I’m not.”

“You sure, princess?” he takes another step toward you, and this time you can’t muster up the courage to move away, frozen still, “Looked like you were cryin’.”

You grow irritated not with him but more with yourself, for somehow having shown such weakness to a man in the shadows—but how could you have known?

“I wasn’t,” you lie, finding yourself holding back tears again, begging any higher power out of the dozens believed to help you out just this one time and have your driver pull around the corner. The streets are empty and quiet, the only two people in the world you and him, and the only noise his painstakingly slow footsteps towards you, and your rapidly beating heart, “I wasn’t,” you repeat again, predicting you would sound more confident, but your voice cracks, and you wince at the sound of his sigh in response.

“Aw, don’t cry,” you gasp as he suddenly pulls you flush against his chest, caging your body to his with his right arm pressing into your lower back and his left gently gripping your chin, forcing you to look up at him. A smile spreads across his gorgeous face as your tears well up. You want to look to the sky to stop drops from falling, but you can’t, not because of his light grip, but because of that sadistic glint in his eyes, absolutely fascinating you.

A drop spills from an eye, and he tilts his head, watching it roll down your cheek. Your eyes glisten with tears and his glisten with delight, relishing in each drop that rolls down your cheek, as you can do nothing but stare up helplessly at him, paralysed by fear.

He leans down and presses a light kiss on your cheek, one you might have found loving if given to you by someone close.

“You’re so pretty,” he remarks, bringing his other hand up to cup your face, unconcerned with keeping you near, knowing you can’t move if you tried. He rubs calloused thumbs across your cheeks, wiping the tears away as he admires your features, “So pretty, doll,” he murmurs, gaze roaming your face until they land on your terrified eyes, and he smiles again.

“What? Never learned how to take a compliment, princess?”

You blink up him, starting to tremble very slightly, your mouth slightly agape. He raises an eyebrow at you, and you manage a meek, “Thank you…”

“Bucky,” he mumbles.

“Thank you, Bucky,” you repeat, just wanting him to let you go, at this point completely disinterested with where your driver is, just him to leave you alone.

“Now, won’t you tell a nice guy like me why you’re cryin’? Did someone hurt you?”

You shake your head weakly, willing yourself to just stop fucking crying.

“Don’t lie to me,” he grips your face slightly firmer, not hard, but enough to make you understand his determination, “Did some guy make you cry, angel?” he asks, gently.

Despite your better judgement, you nod; maybe that is the best judgement, to just respond the way he wants so he might just leave you alone. No, your compliance is only seeming to spur him on, as shown by a pity frown taking shape on his face, and you can’t quite place if he’s mocking you or trying to seem more empathetic in some weird way.

“No, a sweet girl like you?” he places a kiss on your forehead, “You’re precious, angel.”

You shift uncomfortably, unable read the situation, unable to tell if he’s just fucking with you or if he feels bad. And you don’t have to, because just as he pulls away to look at you, you hear tyres against gravel, a car pulling around the corner, snapping you out of your… trance, and whipping your head to see a white corolla.

“Stay beautiful, doll,” Bucky says, and he slips into the shadows before you can grasp it. Cold air rushes against your cheeks—you hadn’t realised his hands were relatively warm—making you feel more exposed. For good measure, you quickly wipe away tears before hoping into the car with a smile to your driver.

Your date texts you the next morning, apologises for upsetting you—even though he doesn’t know how—and asks for a redo, or a second date, kinda, he puts it. With a clear mind, you do feel bad for being so dramatic and overly sensitive last night, and thinking back on it, a little rude with how short you were being with him when all he did was laugh lightly, it wasn’t malicious. He was a nice guy. You’re still shaken from the previous night, but maybe a casual date will relax you.

You agree, and he immediately responds, suggesting another restaurant for that evening.

You feel very pretty in your dress as you enter the restaurant and sit at table. You had arrived only 10 minutes late, so maybe you should just give him more time to show up. You didn’t want to order, but the waitress seemed to be getting impatient, and so you order something light and ate alone. An hour and he still wasn’t here. Your plate is cleared away, barely anything touched, and a few teardrops splashed at the edges.

You’re sniffling in the corridor of your apartment as you fumble with your keys and stumble in, trying not to completely break down as you kick off your shoes and head straight for your bedroom, thinking that you could escape some crying if you just fell asleep.

You’re sobbing quietly as you enter, pushing the door behind you, not even caring that it didn’t really close, ready to flop onto bed.

“You sad, pretty girl?”

You gasp and spin to the sound of that familiar voice, the same words being spoken in the same tone as the previous night.

Bucky pushes the door and this time it clicks shut. He looks up at you, and his blue eyes catch the moonlight in a soft yet sinister manner, causing you to stumble back. You can barely see him through the tears blurring your vision and the dark room.

“Bucky?” you whisper, unnecessarily, seeing as of fucking course it’s Bucky.

He bends his head back slightly with a smile, “I love the way you say my name, doll. Can you say it again for me?”

You take a few steps back, heart racing faster than you ever thought it could, and let out a quiet shriek as your heel hits the foot of your bed and your fall back onto it. Bucky is hovering over you in a flash, one hand propping him up and his right slipping under your dress to rub soothing circles on your thigh.

“Did he stand you up?” he leans down, lips between your ear and neck, “He doesn’t like you, princess.”

You try not to let out a sound, but you can’t stop a choked sob from escaping, and he smiles against your neck. You turn your head away, but he stays near, his voice hovering just above your ear, “He doesn’t like you, and he can’t take care of you, sweetheart, he can’t.”

Despite your efforts, another choked gasp escapes you, and you squeeze your eyes shut, hoping he’ll just go away.

“You’re shaking,” he notes, changing his circular motions from clockwise to anti, “Are you scared, doll? Am I scaring you?”

“Yes!” you gasp as he kisses your neck.

“No…” he replies against your skin, faux-disbelief coating his tone, “But I won’t hurt you, angel; he will.”

He lies down next to you and brings his left hand up to stroke your face, “It’s okay, you can cry,” he coaxes, and you do, breath escaping your lungs in short gasps as tears fall and he wipes them away, kissing your neck and still rubbing circles on your thigh, “You can cry…”

His thumb slides to your inner thigh and you squirm, but he quickly stops you by harshly gripping your thigh. Once he’s sure you won’t twist again, he runs his finger up and down your inner thigh with a sigh.

“You’ll learn to love this, doll, but for now… you can cry…” he shifts downward and pulls your dress up, “A sweet girl like you’s gotta taste sweet too.”

✪

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[dungeonpuppykai]

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 ❤️

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.

.

What do you think hAH-

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[mrsdarkandyandere7]

I don't mean to be mean or rude but there were these people in my class who were wearing like REALLY revealing clothes and I've gotten an idea: How would yanderes Peter Parker and poly yanderes Stucky (Steve and Bucky) react to the reader who's usually an introvert suddenly wearing really revealing clothing since she wants to be noticed and doesn't want to be viewed as an introvert anymore? Tbh, this is actually what I'm thinking rn... it's like if I want to be noticed in my college these days, that's the step I'll have to take but I don't feel comfortable wearing such revealing clothes

▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.

AN: Hey there, first of i wanted to say that the way i portrait this request is how i believe the yanderes would react but its not me shaming you for wanting to wear revealing clothes. That's entirely your choice and i do hope that you find a compromise that will make you happy. Btw, i also don't wear that much revealing outfits but i definitely admire some girls that do so, to be confident enough to do so. Best of luck with this issue, honey :)

WARNINGS: Manipulation; Body-shaming; Controlling/Toxic Relationships.

AN: You’re in college + dating scenario.

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Yandere Peter Parker

Oh no!

Why would you ever change the way you dress? Because you want to become like all the rest? 

Peter is gonna completely freak out if you start wearing tiny skirts and tank tops, he simply can’t keep his calm

For one side because he’s too stunned with your gorgeous body and all that exposed skin makes him lose his attention even on small tasks

For the other side, why are you doing this? He absolutely loves the way you are and you don’t have to change yourself in order to grab the attention of others. His attention is not enough for you, is that it?

But since you wanted to act up, Peter has no choice but to prove you’re wrong, but he’ll still keep the caring boyfriend facade up. 

“Are you sure that’s not too short? I mean, you look a bit… I don’t know.” 

Dropping these double-meaning hints is painful, especially when you look at him with eyes full of sadness, but he has to.

“Are you sure that the top isn’t too revealing? I mean, it looks strange on you. Just strange, you know?” 

Slowly breaking your confidence is one way to go, but he has to admit that the new-found attention you get also helps. Creepy dudes persistently flirting with you makes you less and less inclined to keep wearing those provocative outfits.

All of this will eventually make you tired of this new style you wanted to try and Peter is more than happy when you announce to go back to your old clothes

Yandere Stucky

Not a chance you’ll ever get to wear short and naughty clothes, not with them 

First of, you’re not allowed to go shopping alone, you always need supervision of, at least, one of the boys

They are the ones that decide what you can keep and what's out of line. No arguments, no discussions.

They decide and that’s final.

Your solution is to borrow clothes from a friend and change into those sexy outfits hidden in the college bathroom. Before the day is over, you go back and change once again to your old clothes, knowing either Steve or Bucky must be outside to pick you up from classes

Now imagine the surprise and the shock they get when one day they both decide to drop in the campus to have a small lunch date with you

Forget about your classes because you’re going straight home, practically dragged down

Steve is angry while Bucky is more disappointed. 

Seriously, what the hell were you thinking? Why are you acting like a slut? Are they not enough for you, are you that attention-hungry that you need to show off to all other people, not to mention all the lies you’ve been feeding them

After being yelled at for around 40 minutes straight, you’re up for some good old punishment. That’ll teach you some proper manners.

Afterwards, you’re up to some time off. Forget about college, forget about your friends.

That’s gonna be your life until they know that you won’t pull something like this again and that’s gonna take so much time cause once their trust is broken, it’s gonna take a long time to build that back. 

So, in conclusion, it would've been better if you hadn’t done any of that. 

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[cissywritess]

𝑪𝒂𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒉𝒆 | Three

Summary: You’re in your last year of high school, you want out of this town. It won’t be so easy when you got a stalker.

Pairing: Dark!Stucky x reader

Warning: 18+ Contains Dark Themes, Do not read if you are a sensitive person. Always check warnings before reading any 18+ post.

Notes: This one was kinda rushed, my cat got spayed and I’ve been busy taking care of them.

You woke up, you then slowly start to remember the events that happened last night. Your eyes opened wide and you stood up. You looked around and were shocked you were in your room. You quickly ran downstairs to see if your mom was there. Fortunately, she was in the living room drinking. 

“Mom? Do you know how I got home last night?” you ask she didn’t even turn her head as she gulped down her drink. A second later she poured more alcohol into her glass. 

She didn’t say anything making you concerned, you walked in front of her. “Mom, you okay?” you didn’t say anything else before she started crying. You were taken aback at first, but you crouched down to make eye contact with her. “What’s wrong?” Your mother never cried not since your father died. 

“They’re gonna take care of you, take care of you the way I couldn’t.” she was nodding, you were lost but quickly assumed she was very drunk. 

“Okay Mom, why don’t you get to rest?” you suggested, but when you were gonna stand up she shook her head. 

“I love you, you know that right, even- even if I didn’t show it, they promised to give you a better life dear, promised to make you happy,” she said, okay now she was starting to scare you. 

“Mom, who promised?” right after you finished that sentence you saw Bucky and Steve come out of the hallway, your face switched from furrowed eyebrows to panic, you took steps back. Your mother didn’t even look surprised when they showed up, and you had a feeling she had done something. “what did you do,” you said, trying to sound brave. You didn’t look at her, your eyes were kept on them.

“She told you already,” Bucky stepped closer.

“Don’t make this hard Y/N,” Steve told you. Your mother stood up, 

“I can’t see this,” She stated and started to walk towards the front door but you stopped her taking her hand. 

“Mom don’t leave me,” you looked at her on the verge of tears. She shook you off and continued to walk, you tried to follow her but Steve and Bucky grabbed you holding you in place, just as she was about leave she gave you one last look.

You had to get out of here, you backed up quickly running upstairs you heard Bucky laugh as you entered your room locking it, you had to think of something fast. 

“A game of hide and seek sounds fun,” You heard Bucky saying. You tried to open your window but it was painted shut. You had no choice but to hide in your closet. 

“Your mom did put quite a show on, I would have probably believed it too,” You heard two pairs of steps walking up the stairs. You could feel your heart racing. “Sad she traded you for a couple of bucks,” You heard Steve. Tears spilled, you knew not to believe him at all, even if your mom wasn’t a saint, she still loved you. Your heart stopped, you heard one of them trying to open your door. 

The door slammed open making you jump, you covered your mouth and nose to stop breathing so loud, “Come out where ever you are,” You heard Bucky close to where you were, you felt like you could faint at any given moment. “Is she under the bed,” Bucky looked under there to see an empty space, “where could she be” 

Steve was also in your room getting the things that he’d seen you use. Bucky stalked over to the closet, “Maybe in here,” He opened the door to see you, “I found you,” he smiled, 

He then grabbed your arm roughly pulling you out, “you won’t like what I’ll do if you were to scream,” He warned, 

“what do you want from me,” you cried out making Bucky sigh in annoyance. 

“Patience Bucky,” Steve said still putting your things in a duffle bag.

“We love you Y/N, so much that we want you with us for the rest of our lives,” Bucky’s words horrified you, “We’re being nice we even gave you a chance to say goodbye to your mother, so this is how it’s gonna work, we’re gonna leave and we don’t want one word to leave your mouth until we get home understand,” Bucky didn’t need an answer he knew you won’t do anything fear covered your thinking. 

“Sweetheart, is there anything you’d like to take before we go home,” He asked, you didn’t say anything, even if you wanted to take something you wouldn’t have said it out loud. 

“guess not,” Bucky shrugged at Steve. 

・❥・

You tried to figure out where you were going but Steve kept taking so many turns, you knew you were out of town, very far out.  They had taken you to a cabin where it was only surrounded by forest trees and wild animals.

When you got there they lead you to a room, it looked almost like your room. “Here sweetheart you can decorate however you want,” he gave you the bag. When they left you dropped the bag and started crying, how could this have happened?

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[sgt-seabass]

For your open requests: Omega!Reader + Dark Alpha!Bucky + Heat Triggered + “You really should be more careful in the field, doll. You never know what could have happened if they found you. But, it’s okay, I’m here now. I’ll take care of you.”

𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅

pairing — dark!alpha!bucky barnes x avengers!omega!reader w/c — 1.6k (was meant to be a drabble, whoops) this is a dark fic. 18+ only. warnings — dark bucky, a/b/o elements, choking, general dark themes a/n — beta-ed by @sweeterthanthis and looked over by @navybrat817 and @maladaptivexxdaydreaming. my brain has been in a self-critical place recently, so thank you friends for helping me get this out.

The world was cruel.

You knew it as soon as you presented as an omega.

Your mother cried. Your father was so angry he punched a hole in the wall. Your friends turned up their noses, and everyone started to treat you as lesser.

You were no more than the bottom of the barrel.

That was until aliens invaded New York, and you presented for the second time. This time, your powers became apparent after being struck with a weapon alight with electricity. Hawkeye tried to save you, but as it turned out, he didn’t need to.

The aliens used advanced technology, something you quickly learned you could manipulate. You could feel the electrical currents and your mind's eye could visually see the circuit paths to infiltrate any electronic device.

Unsurprisingly, the Avengers took you in for their training program only weeks later.

While New York rebuilt, you trained.

In the sparring circle, no one cared what designation you were. Opponents threw their punches hard regardless. And you learnt what it meant to be an agent; to be respected by your peers.

In the years that followed, after the rise and fall of S.H.I.E.L.D., you met Bucky Barnes. His friend, none other than Captain America, had found him not long after being fished out of the Potomac River.

He was damaged, but who wasn’t? You all had your vices.

You’d tried to befriend him while others cowered away, but all you ever got was a narrowed glance in return. It was obvious he didn’t like you. That much was evident with how he’d sit as far away from you as possible or leave the gym when you entered, not even acknowledging your existence. Asshole. You’d tried to be kind since every other agent wanted nothing to do with him, but if he wanted to be a dick, so be it.

It’s fine. You didn’t need Bucky's approval. But you needed him to be civil on missions after you were placed on the same team. Which he seemed to be, for the most part. The occasional snide comment was passed.

“You really should be more careful, agent. You almost got hit.”

“Perhaps you should spend more time training and less time making yourself look pretty. Nice hair does nothing to assist on missions.”

“Stop dragging behind, agent. I can’t help you when you get your ass beat.”

But overall, it was bearable. Plus, you’d always come out of those missions with a shit-eating grin when you proved him wrong, using power and prowess to take down enemies effortlessly.

You may be an omega, but you were powerful. And that felt good.

But the higher you climb, the harder you fall.

And you were plummeting.

You’d been on heat suppressants since you entered the Avengers tower all those years ago. The medicine helped to reduce your omega scent to barely nonexistent and stopped the quarterly throes of heat.

Bruce always provided you with the medication you needed, but something tells you he might have made the batch wrong.

You’re standing in the lab of a Hydra base, one of many that still exist. Cut off one head, and two shall take its place. The cramps that are overtaking your body are intense, and they almost have you blacking out on the floor from the pain.

Sweat beads along your brow, your tactical suit feeling suddenly claustrophobic, the fabric too tight with how hot you’re getting. Your fingers grip the side of the metal counter, shuddering breaths coming from you.

It was all wrong. There’s no way you’d just entered your heat, right?

The whimper that bubbles in your throat indicates otherwise. You can still smell the alpha scent coming off the bodies of the Hydra agents near your feet. You’d taken them down shortly before the cramps began. And now all you want to do is scent their cold corpses.

Fuck. This is unprofessional.

God, Bucky is going to wring your ass for this.

A particularly sharp shoot of pain has you gasping and keeling over, your head resting against the cold counter, the various bottled substances around you rattling.

You bang your fist against the metal, frustrated tears welling in your eyes.

It all becomes worse when a phenomenal scent wafts into the room. Like a forest fresh after a storm. Earthy, woodsy, and cozy. It’s the kind of smell that entices adventure, to find the unknown hidden within the humid forest.

You’d know that smell anywhere.

Your legs give way, and you slide to the tiled floor. Heat pools in your core, slick beginning to coat your folds.

You look away when Bucky enters, but you can hear the way he sniffs into the air with a dry, mocking chuckle.

“You really should be more careful in the field, doll. You never know what could have happened if they found you. But, it’s okay, I’m here now. I’ll take care of you.”

Doll? He’s never spoken to you so softly before. Confused, you turn to look at him, and fuck, you want to jump him. Hair that’s just begging to be pulled on, that damn silver arm and beefy stature. He’s the picture of a perfect alpha.

You’ve always been attracted to him. How could you not be? Despite his shit attitude, he is a fucking Adonis.

You take a deep breath, attempting to compose yourself and not drool. “I am careful. There must be something wrong with my meds. Blame Bruce and not me,” you snipe, your fever beginning to worsen with each second, your tactical suit sticking to your skin uncomfortably.

“Oh, no, you can blame me for that. I swapped them with placebos,” Bucky says nonchalantly, moving to lean against a nearby counter with a smirk.

The shock freezes you, your mind momentarily short-circuiting. “What?”

“How else was I meant to mate you, omega?” Like it’s a simple, obvious answer, Bucky shrugs his shoulders, nostrils flaring as he continues to take in your scent.

“But— but you hate me. You can’t stand being near me.”

Bucky lets out a growl, and it has your pussy clenching around nothing. “I can’t stand being near you knowing you’re not mine, knowing I couldn’t smell the real you. I need to fuck you, bite you, consume you. But I couldn't do that with those drugs pumping through your system. You have no idea how difficult it was holding myself back with you around, omega.”

His words give you clarity, and you recall all the moments he’d looked at you. In the gym. In the common areas. On missions. In the quinjet after. Pupils dilating, shoulders squared, jaw clenched. You thought he acted like that because he hated you. But it’s because he wants you.

Bucky starts to approach, but you frantically scramble backwards across the floor, covering yourself in the blood of the dead agents as you pass their bodies. “G-Get away from me. I’ll tell everyone what you did. I-I’ll tell Bruce. Steve. Anyone who will listen.”

“Oh, omega, who do you think helped me set all this up? Don’t you think we’ll make a great duo? The little electric omega and her alpha,” Bucky laughs, not stopping his long strides.

His scent is getting more robust and enticing, and it's hard to hold back the moan that wants to escape from the mere smell of him. “Fuck off. You’re not my alpha.”

“I will be.”

Bucky gets closer, and in a split-second decision, you extend your arm and use your powers. You’d never dared try this before, but there was no time like the present.

You feel the currents and wires of Bucky’s arm, your eyes fluttering as you follow the electric path until you find the needed area. You clench your fist, shutting down the primary receptor, and his metal arm goes limp like dead weight.

Bucky bows to the side for a moment before he straightens himself. Even with the arm disabled, he has the strength to hold up the hunk of metal like it's feather-light. His grin widens. “You cannot stop me, even with your tricks, sparky. Give in to me, and I’ll make it all better, omega.”

A whine rips through you the moment his hand touches your knee, the simple touch sending need coursing through you. You look around, but there's nothing there to help you. No electronics nearby as Bucky corners you against the lab counter.

Pulling your gun is dumb, you know this, but you do it anyway. You unholster your handgun, whipping it up and aiming it at Bucky’s legs, just to get him to back off. He’s lost his goddamn mind.

The super soldier doesn't take kindly to the threat. Before you can aim it at him, Bucky grabs your wrist, nearly crushing your bones in his grip before he spins you in the blood on the floor, allowing him to snake his arm around your neck with your back flush to his chest.

The pain in your wrist causes you to yelp and drop the gun, the weapon clattering against the ground as you wheeze. Bucky’s forearm, tight against your throat, begins to squeeze. Even with his metal arm dormant, he still easily overpowers you. “Didn’t have to be like this, sparky. Could’a been nice and sweet.”

“S-Stop, Bucky–” You claw against his arm, but the fabric covering it was bulletproof, so your nails can't even dig in. “L-Let me go.”

“That’s enough, omega. Sleep,” Bucky’s hot breath fans against your ear as he nips at your lobe. “And when you wake up, I’m going to fuck you like a goddamn animal. You’ll be screaming my name so loud the whole compound will hear how good my cock feels.”

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[our-destiny]

@creativepromptsforwriting's 30 Days Writing Challenge Masterlist ☁

Will be updated regularly

Day 2 - No dialogue - Bucky x Reader cuddling

Day 3 - Kitchen, date, music - Bucky x reader baking

Day 4 - MC's personal style - What Bucky wears

Day 5 - 100 words - Bucky's a sweetheart

Day 6 - a Blackout - Soft! Dark! Stalker! Bucky

Day 7 - Small town, bar, jukebox - You, Sam and Bucky having a sing-a-long

Day 8 - a Hobby - Yandere!Stalker! Bucky

Day 9 - Heated debate - Sam and Bucky argue over what's the best breakfast food

Day 10 - Promises made, promises kept - Soft! Dark! Stalker! Bucky part 2

Day 11 - Two characters dancing together - Yandere Bucky dancing with you

Day 12 - MC's motivation - Soft! Dark! Stalker! Bucky's POV

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