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#dark bucky smut
buckyalpine · 7 months
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Mob Bucky x virgin reader 
If you’re wondering how bad my procrastination is, I started this in November. Anyway, I forgot to add some lines from a different fic here. There’s no plot here, literally just a scene I imagined. Please read the warnings. 
Warnings: dub con, degrading, virginity taking, innocence kink, mentions of blood, horny, feral Bucky is a warning, porn and little plot. Honestly, no plot. 
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He knew he wanted you from the moment he saw you. Cute little sun dresses, beautiful eyes, your perfect lips, every single one of your delicate features making him crave to have you. He didn’t know what to do with himself the day he found out you were a virgin; you said it so quietly he would have missed it if you weren’t curled up on his lap. 
“My sweet innocent baby” He cooed, trying his best to contain his erection, desperate to fill you. “No ones ever touched you?” 
N-no” You shook your head keeping it buried against his neck while your cheeks burned with embarrassment. You were told to wait until marriage to do anything so you did exactly as you were told. It hadn't been a problem up until now, your heart rate beating faster, squeezing your thighs together to make that feeling go away. He was intoxicating; rough fingers tracing over your smooth skin, skimming up to the hem of your dress.
“I-I can’t” You shook your head when he nearly reached your panties, his hand coming to tilt your face up to meet his eyes. 
“Why not, darling”
“We’re-um-” You fumbled with your fingers, choking on your words "We’re not married” 
“Is that all baby?” Bucky chuckled, kissing your cheek, “You know it doesn’t count if I just touch you sweets, would that be okay?” 
You swallowed thickly, knowing it was a bad idea to give into his temptations, the words of your mother and father screaming at you to behave yourself, that were omitting a grave sin, giving into lust-
“O-okay” 
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“It’ll be more comfortable this way, darling” He reassured you as he spread you out on his large bed, all your clothes torn off while he stripped the last of his boxers before crawling beside you. Your eyes flicked down to his thick length, your stomach clenching as it bobbed between his legs while he settled himself. 
“You can look baby, you don’t have to touch if you don’t want to” His husky voice sent shivers down your spine when he caught you struggling to look away, your eyes now fully trained on the way a stick liquid was beading from the tip of his cock. He gently parted your thighs, moving to kneel in between them, the pads of his fingers brushing over your clit making you squeak in surprise at the feeling. 
“Just your fingers?” You looked at him nervously with doe eyes as he gave you a wolfish grin. 
“Just my fingers love, you’re not doing anything wrong” He rubbed the side of your thigh comfortingly while he coated his fingers in your slick, pressing the middle one into your entrance. “Still such a good girl” 
You gasped at the gentle stretch, gripping onto the sheets when he slowly added another, pumping in and out of your pussy, groaning at the way your thighs parted further to give him better access. 
“Look at this little button” Bucky whispered, rubbing deliberate circles around your clit, watching the way you started to fall apart when he crooked his fingers, fingering you faster. Your moans were music to his ears, his other hand pulling your lip away from your teeth to keep you from silencing yourself. “C’mon, I know you feel it princess, you can cum pretty girl” 
“I-I’m gonna-Bucky-Please!-” The squelching sounds of your sopping cunt got louder as you came closer and closer to the edge, blinding pleasure finally pushing you off as you convulsed around his fingers. “Oh God!” 
“That’s it baby” Bucky slowed down, gently pulling his fingers out and licking them clean, smirking when you cracked your eyes open again, sweat making your skin glisten. He was still kneeling in front of you, precum dribbling down his shaft, his balls achingly full while you shyly peered up at him through your lashes.
He was gorgeous. 
Gorgeous enough you’d want to-
No. 
As if he could read your mind. Bucky took your hand in his, placing your palm on his cock, nearly growling at how soft you felt compared to his rough hand wen he touched himself. 
“You can touch baby, you’re still my good girl” Bucky’s voice was breathless as you hesitantly wrapped your hand around his velvety shaft, stroking his heavy cock. He kept his hand over yours, jerking himself into your fist while his eyes raked up and down your body. 
“Let me touch you darling” He nearly fell forward when your thumb swiped over his slit, “Just let me rub it on you baby, it doesn’t count sweets, you don’t have to worry” 
“Are-are you sure?”
“Of course baby” 
He promised again while you bit your li hesitation before giving him a shaky nod. Bucky groaned, slotting himself between you legs, pumping his cock before rubbing it between you folds, his swollen tip leaking all over your already soaked pussy. 
“So soft bunny” He growled, throbbing when his tip caught against your entrance before rubbing against your clit again, “Feels s’good” 
“Bucky” You moaned in his ear as he started to hump against your pussy, slotting his cock snugly between your folds, his cockhead bumping against your clit with each thrust. “Bucky please” 
You weren’t sure what you were begging for, the feeling of him slipping up and down against you between the grunts and groans he made each time made your belly clench, your eyes growing wide when he was pressed against your entrance again, 
“Bucky-Bucky we can’t-” You looked at him with frantic eyes, his heavy body now fully resting on top of you while he continued to tease his cock, softly pressing against you.  
“That’s not what you call me love, you know better” Bucky had tested the waters earlier, loving how flustered and shy you got when he insisted you call him by something else, making you even more needy for him. 
 “But-were not married daddy” You whimpered, feeling the blunt tip of his cock starting to press against your entrance while he hummed with approval. 
“I won’t move love, just-just let me put the tip in, alright? Just the tip darling” He barely waited for your permission, breaching your hole as soon as you nodded, the sharp sting making you cry out in pain. 
“DADDY!, DADDY s’too much!” You shook your head as he kept pushing in more, stretching as if he were trying to split you in half. 
“I won’t fuck you, just wanna feel it” He gasped as soon as he was fully sheathed in you, your tight walls choking his cock. “Oh fuck angel, you’re so tight, make room for my cock baby, c’mon, let daddy fuck you baby” 
“It’s too big, it hurts” You cried out, squirming and withering on the bed, your legs squeezing and tensing around him while he brought his hand to wipe your tears, pushing away the strange of hair that clung to your forehead. 
“But you feel so good love, you gonna let daddy take your virginity baby?” 
“I-but-we-”
Bucky cooed at your stammering while staying fully buried in your cunt, precum already leaking. He pulled his hips back before thrusting forward making you squeal, his eyes locked with your as he started to fuck you. 
“Stop daddy!” Your nails clawed at his back pleasure, pain, shame, guilt, lust, one too many emotions flowing through you as he moved faster, his muscles tensing, rippling down his body. “Slow down, please!” 
“But you’re making daddy feel so good baby” Bucky groaned, lost in his own world, feral over how tight you were, how you pleaded for him to slow down, his cock was too much for your tiny pussy to take. He loved the way you hiccupped and choked sobs, your greedy virgin cunt sucking him right back in each time he pulled out.  
He was sure he could smell the light scent of iron in the air, looking down at where the both of you were connected, his shaft covered in your creamy slick. Spots of red stained his white sheets, but that only seemed to spur him on more, growling and pounding you harder. 
“Oh sweet girl, did I stretch you too much?” 
“It-hurts” You whimpered, clinging onto him, biting down on his shoulder to keep from crying, you wanted to be so good for him but you could feel the pain radiating through your body, shame melting into pleasure as he drove his cock in deeper. He could feel his length swell, his balls starting to pull tight against his body when you bit down harder, the pain making him throb. 
“Gonna let daddy put his seed in you princess? Hmm? We’re not even married darling, are you gonna let my cock bust in you?” It was so wrong, all of it was so wrong but you were too far gone, too deep, your foggy brain caving, giving into everything you’d always wanted. 
“Yes daddy yes!” Your thighs trembled, squeezing tightly around his waist as the wiry hair at the base of his cock rubbed against your clit. Spots clouded around your vision as you clenched around his cock making it hard for him to move, your second orgasm ready to wash over you. 
“That’s a good slut, taking all of her daddy’s dick and letting him making a mess in her” He let out a dark chuckle as his hand came up to wrap around your throat, softly squeezing the sides. 
“M’m-not a slut” Your whimper turned into a guttural moan as he pounded you with everything he had, the bed shaking, his balls slapping your ass. “Ah-AHh fuck!!” 
“Oh but you are baby, all naked and spread out on my bed, fuck princess, m’gonna give it to you so hard, m’gonna cum so fucking hard, shit-FUCCKK” Bucky roared, as bursts of cum streamed out of his cock, the feeling of his seed making you feel warm inside. “You’re milking my cock you slut, gonna milk my fuckin’ dry the way you’re choking me, go on and milk me sweets, take it all” 
You cried out as you came around his cock, emptying him for all he was worth. He wrapped his arms around you, keeping himself warm while you nearly passed out from pleasure, shuddering in his hold. He smirked at your fucked out state, pushing his hips up making you whimper, cuddling into his chest. 
“Rest darling, daddy isn’t finish yet”  
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“Don’t you love me?” | Bucky Barnes
𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 -> Soft!Dark!Boyfriend!Bucky Barnes x Girlfriend!Reader
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 -> Bucky asks you for play with your pussy a little longer because he just loves it.
𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 -> 568
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 -> 18+, Minors DNI, smut, using of a toy, overstimulation, manipulation
𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 -> Gimme soft!dark!bucky + sex toys please, I need my man as I build my drawers❤️ @imtryingbuck
𝐀/𝐍 -> Filthy, Soft!Dark!Bucky for you, bestie. Hope you enjoy. And Enzo could build the drawers with you together.😂❤️
Masterlist | Bucky Barnes Masterlist
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“Give me one more, doll. I know you can do it.”
You shake your head, sweat running down the sides of your head. Your body is shaking, and you're overstimulated. Only whimpers and broken moans are leaving your lips while the toy he holds tightly in his hand is pressed against your clit. His other hand, grabbing your waist, is holding you in place. Bucky sits on his knees between your legs, smirking at you, while he looks from your pussy into your eyes and back at your pussy.
“Don’t you love me? Would you love me then you would come for me again.”
Bucky removes the toy from your clit and you take a shaky breath. His blue eyes roam over your body until he reaches your face. He pouts and looks so disappointed that you don’t love him. Or at least not as much as he loves you because you don’t want to come again for him. Not even when it’s what he loves so much to see your eyes roll back and your slightly parted lips. The way you grip the sheets or his arm when your walls clench violently, he adores your red cheeks, and the way you scream his name while moans leave your lips. But don’t you love him enough to do what he is asking for - just one more orgasm this night.
“Bucky, please. Don’t look at me like that.”
“But you don’t love me.”
“I-I do love you. B-but-“
“Then let me make you come once again,” he says, pleading with the way he looks at you.
You shake your head, tears filling your eyes. You love Bucky, you really do, but your pussy is so sensitive already. You don’t know if you could handle another orgasm just yet.
“Please, doll.”
Bucky will make you come if you say yes or no. But he will be gentle when you give him permission to make you come once again. He isn’t someone who asks, and especially not someone who says 'please', but with you, he is a softie sometimes. Seeing the way your eyes light up when he is all soft and lovely to you warms his heart. But in bed, he still prefers to be in control, making sure you know who you belong to. He leans closer, kissing your tears away, then he kisses along your jawline. His eyes are still focused on yours while he waits for you to answer his question. And you do when you nod your head softly, giving him permission to make you come once again.
“That’s my good girl. So pretty! I love when you come for me. Then we can take a nice, warm bath. I will take good care of you and of my pretty pussy, doll.”
He then smirks and places the toy against your clit, turning it on and enjoying the way your back arches. Your fingers dig into the sheet, and your eyes roll back. The softest moans leave your lips; your pussy hurts, but the pleasure that is growing in your belly is way too good to make him stop playing with your clit.
"Please, c-can I come?” You ask, breathless, but he shakes your head.
“Let me enjoy my view a bit longer, doll. You’re doing so good for me. Such a good girl. I love you so much. Look at her; she is dripping; she needs my attention,” he says in awe and looks at your entrance, which is glistening from your arousal.
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highonmarvel · 8 months
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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!
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What’s scarier than dating Bucky? Leaving him.
You thought with dating the most notorious mob boss in New York, the biggest danger would be his enemies, no: the biggest threat to your safety was him. When you had first met him, you hadn’t known who he was, having only moved to New York a few months prior. He was charming, and he had an air of danger about him you couldn’t help but be attracted to; you thought it would be fun, a New York bad boy, he was all mysterious. You didn’t have any friends at the time, so no one could have warned you about who he really was, and by the time you found out, you were in too deep.
Maybe him being suspiciously rich should have raised a red flag, because even the most pretentious of the wealthy don’t take a limo to a bar, but he had, that first night you met him. The loud chatter had ever so slightly dimmed when he entered the bar, but you only thought it was because he was wearing an expensive suit, and though you rolled your eyes at the flashy display, you couldn’t help but stare at him as he made his way through the room—crowds parted, everyone tried to appear that they hadn’t noticed him, but it was crystal they had. You can’t not notice a man like that.
He disappeared into a back room with two men trailing behind him, and after a few minutes emerged looking slightly disheveled, but satisfied. You tried your hardest to focus on… something else when he sat down beside you and ordered a whiskey, but that was practically impossible when everything about him was magnetic. You chanced a look at him only to find him already staring at you, blue eyes twinkling with a mischievousness you couldn’t quite place and a small smirk. He had taken you home that night.
You hadn’t fled because of his business, selfishly, you could live with the fact he hurt other people—for a while, you could live with the fact he hurt you too, because he just had you captivated. He was harsh, brutal, but could also be loving, he bent over backwards to your every desire—say the word and he’d do it.
Except when you asked him to stop.
You had to leave New York altogether, you knew; he ran the whole fucking city, there was no way you could hide from him in the kingdom he ruled. You had struggled to pick where to go next, if you had had the money, you honestly would have left the fucking continent, started a new life in Namibia or Australia or Japan or however far away from him as you could get, but for now you were restricted to the States. Was Los Angeles too big a city for him to find you, or was it too obvious? Maybe he had people there, you had no idea. Would a small town be too quiet to scream for help, or so obscure he wouldn’t even think to look there?
You settled on a random town in Colorado.
You had ditched your phone the second you could—you had had to hold onto it a bit longer in order to get around, and received many calls and angry texts, but you had tossed it into a street somewhere in Oklahoma and picked up a random brick phone just to have. You thought you were being dramatic at first, taking all these measures, but no, James Barnes is the most powerful man in New York state, more powerful than you could have imagined when you first discovered who he was. He runs everything. He always gets what he wants, and he wants you.
I’ll find you you fucking cunt.
His last text message to you before you had destroyed your phone. You didn’t doubt he could.
You cut your hair, dyed it a shade darker, and spent the first month looking over your shoulder, jumping at shadows, barely speaking to anyone, unsure of who you could trust and who you couldn’t, even from so far away you remained cautious. Picking a job was difficult; if you got an office job, could he find out through fucking white collar records or something? If you got a job in retail, would someone recognise you and alert him?
You got a job at a bookstore—fairly quiet, and the rows of shelves seemed like good enough hiding places were he to hunt you down. Hunt.
In front of the mirror, you pull up your t-shirt to examine your ribs: the bruises are starting to fade, and there’s only a dull pain when you run cold fingers over the light blue. The final reminders of the night you had feared for your life, the night you had decided you had to leave, were starting to fade.
Bucky had gotten violent many times before, but never had you feared for your life; you genuinely thought he was going to kill you.
He had come home fucking livid like you’d never seen before, and three months later you still have no clue as to why. At least when he had been drinking his blows were slightly less hard and you were sometimes (very rarely) able to outrun him and lock yourself in a bathroom for the night, but that night he was drunk purely on anger.
You were genuinely surprised he hadn’t broken your ribs; just hit after hit until you could barely breathe—you thought you’d suffocate. Turns out he had fractured your right foot, but even still you left New York limping badly, knowing if you stopped even to just get it checked out, you’d never make it out the city.
Here, in your new town, you got your foot checked out and fixed up by a friendly doctor, Dean, who you’d taken a liking to. Though it was a bit worse for wear considering you’d left it unchecked for a week, and even now you still couldn’t walk quite right, he assured you you’d make a full recovery.
Dean and you had been growing closer, and you thought he would eventually ask you out, until one day he stopped visiting you at work—usually he’d come in every Wednesday afternoon, but he hadn’t, and you couldn’t reach him online. You even went into his practice, but his assistant had said he’d just taken a camping trip. Your stomach twisted, but you left it, and took he had just gone away for a while.
Deep down, you knew.
The third Wednesday afternoon Dean hasn’t dropped it. You walk back to your place a little down; despite not knowing him well, you were really growing to like him.
You sigh, kicking off your shoes as you enter your apartment and into the pile by the door. You turn on the lights as you make your way through the small place, still limping slightly: corridor, light on; kitchen, light on; living room, light on.
You can’t even say your blood runs ice cold, more like it freezes in your veins.
Bucky is seated comfortably in your armchair, of course nursing a drink, face entirely stoic, and eyes fixated on yours, as if he had been staring at that exact spot for hours, knowing you would fall into his line of vision.
But the door was locked, you want to cry, How did he get in? No windows are broken, nothing.
“Sweetheart,” he coos as he sets his drink on the side table, “I’ve missed you.”
“Why?” is all you can muster, barely a whisper, more like a nearly silent whistle in wind, one you can only hear if you were to really strain for it, and if you knew what to listen for. Why is he here? After three fucking months, you thought (hoped) he’d just lost interest—this can’t be the first time he’s had a girl run away from him considering how he treated you. Why is he so set on this? You can only imagine it’s stubbornness and pride, not wanting to lose a prize, no matter how ill he treated it. And why you?
Of course, though, you can’t articulate any of these thoughts, you can barely even think them, can’t process them, all turning to a light buzz in your in your mind, one that could be mistaken for pure static—just absence of thought. No thoughts, all thoughts, you can’t even care about.
“Of course I missed my favourite girl,” he offers, a lopsided smirk forming on his handsome features, “Sit,” he instructs, so gently you wonder if you’ve imagined it—a very direct order (and you know he doesn’t like to be disobeyed), yet delivered in the softest manner.
The bruises on the right of your ribcage sting as you stare back at him, unmoving. Bucky never repeats himself, and he doesn’t now, seeming to overlook your defiance (though really it’s shock) as he leans forward slightly and begins speaking to you.
“You’re a smart girl, I can tell from how you really tried to cover your traces when you left, huh? You’re a smart girl, so why would you do something so stupid?”
He stands, and you stumble back with a whimper at a harsh misstep on your injured foot.
“And now you’re out here all alone… you need someone to take care of you; look at you, honey,” he gestures to your foot, and if you could get your vocal chords to work, you would scream at him that he did this.
He stalks towards you, and where the sudden adrenaline comes from, you have no idea, but you dart for the front door. He’s on you in a second, slamming your head against the door and watching you slide down. He stands over you a foot on either side of your body and looks down on you, slightly amused.
He’s pure evil.
It occurs to you the front door is locked anyway, you’re caged under him in the narrow corridor, and so you try to crawl through his legs, but he turns and grabs you by your injured foot.
You shriek in pain and desperately try to claw forward, but he tugs you back and twists harshly so you have no choice but to turn over or risk him twisting your fucking foot off.
With more strength than you’ve ever mustered, you swing your left foot up and kick him hard in the crotch. He howls in pain as he drops your foot.
“You fucking bitch!”
You scramble to stand and dart for your bedroom, hoping to climb out the window. He limps after you, and you cry out as he grabs a fistful of hair and tugs you back. You manage to stumble into the bedroom. He grips the doorway and you slam the door after him, hearing a deafening crunch and a yell behind you. You push your back against the door, planting your feet firmly in the ground and trying with all your bodyweight to keep him out, but he easily blows it in, and you fall forward.
You start screaming at him and kicking, but he catches your legs, leaving you to only pathetically wiggle underneath him. He leans down and shouts, “Shut the fuck up!” bringing down a hand you feebly attempt to grasp to stop him, but he slaps you, “You’re a fucking cunt!”
You assume you’re crying, but you can’t feel anything on your cheeks but the sting of his hand.
He drops down to his knees and straddles you easily, despite your struggling against him. He punches you in the face, his rings leaving deep cuts against your cheek. Again, and again, and again, until his knuckles are bloody from the cuts he’s left. You attempt to cough but he brings a fist down and punches your throat. You can barely gasp before he grabs your neck and pulls you up close to his face.
His voice is dangerously low as he drawls, “You’re lucky I have the decency to fuck you on the bed.” He spits in your face and slams your head back down into the floor. He gets off you and, before you can even move, kicks you in the ribs; you can feel the bruises—the healing bruises, they were healing—bloom once again against your skin, against your bones. You roll over before he grabs your left arm, twisting harshly and pulling you across the small room.
You feel your shoulder pop out of place and scream louder than you ever have in your life, an intense white hot pain shooting across your shoulder as it’s dislocated. You can’t even beg him to stop through your sobs and unbearable pain, you can’t breathe, you want to throw up.
This time, you almost wish he does kill you. You wish for him to kill you.
He pulls you up onto the bed, your shoulder blade sliding further across your nerves and sparking pain as intense as the first few seconds all over again. He tosses his suit jacket to the side as you try to sit up. He presses down hard against your injured shoulder, and you choke on your own cry, suffocating more than screaming, at this point.
He punches up from your chin and your head lolls back, your teeth hitting each other harshly, before he uses the opportunity to grasp your throat with one hand, tearing your skirt off with the other.
It’s too painful to struggle other than weakly kicking your legs, which he effortlessly ignores, maybe he doesn’t even feel it.
Mind over matter, Mind over matter, Mind over matter—
You repeat to yourself when you hear him spit in his hand and softly groan as he runs his hand up and down his cock. You don’t even know when he unbuckled his belt.
You close your eyes and try to focus on your breathing; Mind over matter, mind over matter, mind over matt—
He head-buts your forehead, effectively pulling you out of your attempted mental respite. Bucky is scary; he looks down at you with wild eyes, and you hadn’t noticed blood dripping from his temple. You briefly wonder how much blood you’re covered in when he interrupts your thoughts; “Stay with me, bitch.”
“Please stop,” you finally find words rather than shrieks, your voice hoarse and words slurred, like you’ve never spoken before.
He just smiles—smiles—and then thrusts into you, stretching you open, not giving you any time to adjust to his massive length before pounding into you, beyond rough, beyond violent, he’s a fucking mad man, he’s feral. You attempt to grab onto his shoulders and pry him off but your own shoulder hinders you. You weakly punch at him with your right hand, but he doesn’t feel it, and at this point, you’re just exhausted. Throat hoarse, head aching, shoulder burning, foot in pain, and your ribs on fire.
He lets go of your throat and feels around on the bed for his jacket, pulling something out of the inner pockets.
Before you can even process it, he places his other hand over your mouth and presses something cold and metal to your knee. He fires the gun, the bullet flying from the front of your kneecap, shattering the cartilage, and resting in your flesh. He presses down harder on your mouth so your scream is completely guttural.
“Try leave me now,” he pants as she shoots out your other kneecap.
He presses the gun to the right side of your rib cage, digging into the bruises, “Next time you leave me will be in a fucking body bag.”
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dungeonpuppykai · 10 days
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Since I don't see much of it,may I request a dark robber Bucky AU? That turned soft dark? It can be a home robbery. Or a bank robbery. Whichever's easier for you. But I feel like a bank robbery would be way more thrilling. Maybe he held her as a hostage and had his way with her. But then decided he wants to keep her for himself after all and add kidnapping to the list <3 Ski mask and all. Like the one Seb wears for his role in that Destroyer movie with Nicole Kidman. Except I want to request the long haired Civil War Bucky looking Bucky in this one. Just imagine how hot it is when he takes off his ski mask & reveals himself to her in all his glory with his long hair falling to the sides of his face and framing it perfectly. And reader is just stunned,because he's too beautiful. Again,if you want to do a home robbery instead,it's fine too. He went to rob a house but wasn't expecting the pretty little thing hiding under the blanket/in the closet. Decided to have some fun on his "quest" and had his way with her but had a change of mind and decided to correct his way, "moves in" with reader in her home and get a proper job now so he can finally marry her in the near future and propose to her with a diamond ring,one that doesn't belong to reader's mother/grandmother/aunt lol. And finally have that break,that normal life he's been craving for so long now and a beautiful wife by his side to spend his whole life with. Sorry if this request sucks,just haven't seen much robber AUs of Bucky so I thought why not? Okay,that's all I got. Whether you want to take it up or not,thank you so much <3 I'll keep enjoying your other works :D
so… um… idk if you know me or not but i am kinda known on here for being a mad slut… i hope you like it and please don't hate me if you don't i know i am greedy af. ill redo it with one of the scenarios if you don't like it <333 
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Pairing: Dark-Soft-Dark Robber!Bucky Barnes | Naïve!You.
Warning(s): Non-con/Dub-con, Dark!Bucky, bank robbery, violence, knife play, gun play, fear kink, unprotected p-in-v sex, missionary, doggy style, corruption kink, sir kink, power imbalance, Daddy kink, stockholm syndrome, he's lowkey mean, size kink, naive!Reader, virginity loss, fingering, spanking, dacryphilia. Minors do not interact. 
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Panicked and horrified eyes turn to stare at you when you are pointed out of your group of hostages to stand up from your position on the ground. Some of your colleagues look at you with pity, others with hope and plea in their teary eyes.
Please, do it for us.
The greater good, and all.
Before you can decide whether you are the sacrificial lamb type or not, the masked man who has called out for you wraps one of his gloved hands around your arm and tugs you away from your group. Your meek and wheezed out requests fall on deaf ears as you are marched down the main hall.
“P- Please!” You turn your head to look back at his covered face with tear stained cheeks, head slightly shaking as your hands tremble beside it from their position in the air.
“I won’t repeat myself” the soft volume of the man’s voice can easily be easily mistaken for mercy if not for the menace in his tone. And the fact that he has the biggest stature out of his entire group –practically a giant- does not help your case. “Get the fuck inside or I’ll make you” he nods towards the door of the manager’s office, gun trained at you threateningly. “Move it.”
Within the next few moments, the man has you pressed up between him and the heavy wooden desk while he towers over you, toying with the loose strands of your hair with a little pocket knife that he has brandished out of his leather jacket.
“Please…” You helplessly plead in vain, thighs quivering from the way he rests his gun between your legs. Your shaking thighs tightly hug the barrel as the tip presses into the table.
“Aw, honey” he is relaxed and unfazed, almost as though he is unaware of the severity of the situation. Or perhaps this is more natural to him than you can ever know. A chill rises in your back as realization hits you. He cannot care less. “Why are you crying?” The man gathers a drop of your panic on the tip of his blade before bringing it to his mouth and taking a lick before humming at the taste. “I just wanna be friends… don’t you wanna be friends?” Your bottom lip wobbles as you shake your head stupidly. 
“P- Please lemme go join the rest…” He sighs at your sob, disappointed. 
“Out there with all those average Joes?” His teal eyes watch you from behind the mask as he traces the shape of your clothed boobs with the knife. “Oh, come on, pretty girl” terror fills you when you feel his hard-on rubbing against one of your knees. “You’re too special to be out there with those lowlifes, baby” your body freezes when the knife trails its way up your chest to rest on your bottom lip.
“P- Please…” A whisper shudders its way out of your still lips while your widened eyes watch the blade trail along the opening of your mouth. “D- Don’t hurt me, s- sir…”
“I won’t have to if you behave…” The tip of the weapon clinks against your teeth as the crown of his gun caresses your intimate part at the same time; having found its way into your pencil skirt. “So say, doll. Will you behave for me?” You would be a fool if you think that you have any other choice than to nod. “Use your words now, come on” his muffled coo is so soft it nearly triggers something inside you. 
But before you can ponder over it, his hand thumps against your cheek to bring you back to the present moment and you find yourself instantly nodding again. "Y- Yes, sir. I- I'll behave for you…" Something scratches at you from deep inside, but the sickening stimulation that you're being subjected to keeps you bound in the present moment.
"Good girl" you let out a relieved exhale when he pulls the blade from your lips and now brings it to the buttons of your blouse. "Tell me, honey. Do you have a boyfriend?" Your cheeks flush despite the situation and you gulp, lowering your eyes to watch him bounce the stitch holding your button together against the sharp metal. "Or… maybe a little girlfriend?" You can't help but loudly gasp when the thread finally comes undone and your swells bounce into his view. 
"P- Please, sir…" The man tuts and shakes his head. 
"Remember, baby. I'll only be nice to you if you are nice to me…" As if to put emphasis on his words, he straightens the knife and softly pokes one of your boobs by sliding the tip inside. You can't see it but your hurried apology makes him smirk under the mask. "Now, then. Where were we…?" 
"N- No, sir…" You softly sob, unable to control your tears. "I d- don't have a boyfriend…" 
"Good girl" he speaks as if he knows you and like you owe it to him, his gun-holding hand disappearing inside his jacket to put the weapon away. Though the relief that washes over you at the sight is short-lived because said hand then comes to grip and caress one of your thighs… under your skirt. "You're too good for silly little boys" your mouth falls agape when he suddenly catches two more of your buttons in a single strike, making your boobs jerk downwards due to the sudden change in pressure. 
"Please–!" 
"Shhhh" his rough hands yank you closer and against him by the help of your ass, your clothed core colliding with his bulge as he now presses the wider part of the knife against your lips. "I won't remind you again, baby. I'll only be nice to you if you shut up and behave like a good fucking girl" his eyelids flutter a little when his hips move against yours. "Because you'll look just as pretty to me without a tongue as you do now, so make your choice" you freeze as blood drains from your face. 
The man gives you a few moments to try him and then he hums in satisfaction when you don't dare. 
"See, that wasn't so fuckin' hard, was it, baby?" Your eyes sting from how tears keep spilling out and down your face in thick streams, the saltiness pricking at your lips as you feel his knife cut your skirt open from the middle before he tears an opening in your pantyhose, groaning at the sight of your pussy before you feel the leather of his gloves tease your folds. "Fucking hell, honey. You've such a cute little pussy on you" you can no longer clearly see what he's doing due to your blurry vision, but the violation of your intimate parts leaves you devoid of any desire to do so. 
Your mind screams at you to stop him.
No one should touch you.
You don't know why exactly, but every fiber of your existence is screeching at you to run. 
Not so much to escape, instead to avoid being defiled. 
But what match are you to an armed man who is thrice your size? 
"It's so tiny and fragile, do you think she can handle me, huh baby?" His voice is heavy as he now pumps his huge leaking cock with one hand, hissing when he touches the tip against your opening to gather some of your slick before spreading it on himself. "You can cry as many of those pretty little tears as you want, angel. Your naughty little pussy is telling me everything I need to know" a sob leaves you at his words as you helplessly sit wide legged with your head hung low, hands resting flat on the table behind you like you had been instructed to do so a few moments ago, now awaiting the inevitable. 
"Fuck" he can't help but roughly curse when your opening refuses to accommodate him and his thick tip slides off it a couple times. "A feisty one" he snickers casually like this is the most normal thing ever. "Good thing I am in the habit of taming–" his words abruptly disappear into a grunt that is accompanied by a jerk of his hips, the action eliciting a loud moan of discomfort from you, "–silly brats like this sweet little pussy here" your back arches as your features scrunch in discomfort, nails pressing against the wooden tabletop. Your pussy squelches around his cock as it is being pried open by his thick girth. 
"Ohhh, sir!" You grunt and more tears escape your eyes. "N- No, no…" Your thighs tremble as you shake your head in horror. "N- No… This is wrong…" Your voice is barely a whisper but he seems to understand you clearly. 
The man cruelly chuckles, the action causing vibrations to travel up your body from where they are connected. "But it sure feels fucking great, don't you agree?" The flat part of his knife digs into the side of your leg as he tightens his hold on your thighs and settles on a rhythm, hips rocking back and forth between the space of your legs. 
Your arms give out and buckle in, causing you to land on your elbows as the loud squeaks of your pussy squeezing at the skin of his cock before letting it go with humiliating clicks only for it to repeat fills the air. 
Your lack of response makes him snort. "What, you don't agree?" When you still don't say anything and just continue to stare at his ski mask, a competitive glint appears in his teal eyes. He brings the knife to your lips and holds it against them. "Kiss it" when your shoulders shake with silent sobs, his hips speed up and the blade presses harder against your skin. "I said, kiss it!" The harshness of his tone forces you to succumb to fear and you obey, nearly sliding up and down the table as you peck the metal. "Now thank me for fucking you" your lips wobble against the weapon but he is relentless as he pants for air in the mask, one hand tightly curled around your knee as your other leg dangles from the table. 
"T- Thank you for fucking me, s- sir…" He twitches inside you with a satisfied growl, each thrust fucking into you deeper and deeper. 
"Now tell me I am the best cock you've ever had" your head is splitting. You feel as though you are being pulled in two opposite directions. A chaos has erupted in your mind and you can barely register his demands anymore. "Do it!" The slap he lands on your boob breaks your train of thought but the hit triggers something inside you and you speak before you can think it over. 
"Please, sir! He won't like it! I can't!" You have no idea who you are referring to and the way his eyes narrow down at you signals that he doesn't either. 
Just what the hell is going on? 
The entirety of today feels like one big Deja Vu.
"Who won't like it?!" His thrusts have turned animalistic but his voice is much less nonchalant than before. "You said you didn't have a boyfriend!"
"I don't!" You squeak out through your tears as your pussy clenches around him and your stomach flips over, the overwhelming sensation in addition to the cruel way in which his hips snap causing your elbows to give up at last. 
"Then who the fuck are you talking about?!" Your shoulders knock over the stationary holder as you shake your head helplessly. 
"I- I don't know!" His hot seed explodes in your tight cavern as you whine loudly, desperate to get away from the assault his cock is inflicting on your worked up gspot. "I don't know! I don't know!" You are at a puzzling loss of words. "But he won't like it! He won't!" 
His concluding thrusts feel almost angry -not that they were much tender in the first place- as a string of muttered curses release from his clenched mouth, the man's long dark hair swaying over his broad shoulders every time he moves. 
"Fucking hell, angel" he rasps once he has finally stopped, though he still remains inside you. "They really did do a number on you, didn't they?" His mask is nearly snatched off his face in the next moment to reveal the most handsome man you have ever seen. 
Utterly remarkable features accompany the teal eyes that watch you angrily, shiny long strands framing them in the most attractive way as the wide shoulders of the man rise and fall with each furious exhale of his flared nose. His sharp jaw that is covered in light stubble is tightly set as he scans your face, fingers tightening around your flesh more and more with the passing second. 
You feel your nether region blink against his cock as you numbly take notice of every detail that he has to offer. Your eyebrows furrow after a few moments when you realize just what you are doing. Then as your eyes begin to widen and palms find the surface of the desk to press against it in order to hoist you up, the realization of why you are doing what you are dawning upon you. 
Your face is next to his within the next second, the discomfort of your joint bodies long forgotten as you reach a finger out towards his face to touch it. 
"Oh, my God…" You whisper as you slowly trace out what the mask had been hiding and like a dam broken, a barrage of memories hits you so hard your vision falters momentarily. "No way…" Your hand falls limp at your side in shock.
"Small world, eh?" His grin glints in the dim lighting of the room. 
. . . 
A loud thump sounded right outside the door of your wardrobe and you couldn't help but whimper, the sound making you widen your eyes before you hurriedly buried your mouth in your fuzzy yellow blanket. 
It was an ordinary Saturday night and you had been watching a movie when you had run out of snacks. So you paused it and got out of bed to grab yourself something from the kitchen but faint unexpected footsteps in the hallway leading to your room forced you to halt your quest.  
Thankfully, you had made it into your current hiding spot just in time before the door to your room slowly opened and a huge figure stepped in, peeking around the room before it stilled in front of the TV. You watched through the slits of the doors as the mysterious man had put two and two together before beginning his search. 
For you. 
You slowly shifted a little to see better when he disappeared momentarily, but then he suddenly walked by the wardrobe and you had to stuff the blanket in your mouth to keep yourself from gasping. The man paused and scanned the room again. Your heart thumped loudly in your chest as he turned towards your bathroom and vanished from your field of vision again. A door opened before clicking close and you sighed in relief. 
Letting a few moments pass before slowly opening the door to a crack, you half turned to grab Kiki, your cuddle buddy and favorite teddy in the entire world from where she had fallen off your lap a moment ago. Though when you went to exit the wardrobe to find your phone and figure out your next move, you found a pair of teal eyes watching you from the crack you had just created, the shock causing you to jump out of your skin and land against the wall behind you with a loud gasp.
You clutched your blanket and teddy close to your pounding chest as you hid your face in your knees, shaking in fear as your heart hammered against your ribcage. 
Some moments passed in complete silence before you felt hands tugging at your cocoon. "Please, please, please!" The most soothing voice you had ever heard responded to them. 
"I'll be nice to you if you'll be nice to me" his words were the most convincing you had ever heard. "What do you say, angel?" You raised your head just enough to see a metal arm extended towards you. 
"Please don't hurt me" you whispered through a wobble of your bottom lip.
"I won't have to if you behave yourself" his form towered you like a vulture hunching over its prey. "You're a good girl, aren't you?" Your furniture had given him some idea of the kind of person that you were. 
And the rest Bucky wanted to find out for himself.
He had decided that he would have you before he had even stepped inside this room when the framed pictures of you with friends and family decorating the living room had caused a tent inside his pants. 
"Use your words for me" you whimpered before slowly nodding your head. 
"Y- Yes, sir. A- Am a good girl" he hummed before thrusting his held out hand in your direction. 
"Come on, then. Don't make me repeat myself" the menacing edge to his tone made you gulp and comply before the minute's end. 
You were slowly and carefully helped out and onto your feet. The stranger's silky hair rushed forth to frame his face when he lowered it to look at Kiki as she landed with a thump on the floor. 
Holding your hand in a firm grip, the man bent to pick her up but didn't hand her back to you. 
"And who is this?"
"K- Kiki, sir."
"Is she your… friend?" 
"B- Bestie, s- sir…" Unbeknownst to you, his cock hardened at your choice of words. 
Fuck. 
"Do you want her back?" You slowly nodded with pleading eyes. 
He hummed again before speaking. "There's a condition." 
"C- Condition, s- sir?" 
"You will be quiet and obedient."
You agreed, not that you had much of a choice but Kiki's wellbeing was your top priority.
The stranger placed you on your bed within the next few moments, pulling your blanket away and giving you a pointed look before threateningly waving the poor teddy in the air when a low whine escaped you. The warning was enough for you to shut your mouth as you curled your toes, flushing under his violating gaze that scanned your underdressed form. 
You were clad in nothing but a tank top and some strawberry pattern underwear. The sudden shift in your body temperature due to the lack of a blanket made your nipples harden against the sheer material of your shirt and the man cursed under his breath before his free hand traveled to his bulge. 
"Why don't you show me how well you and Kiki get along, huh, angel?" You eagerly nodded when the teddy was finally allowed back in your safe hold and you protectively hugged her before going to speak but his next action had you gasping in shock instead. 
"Sir–" 
The man clicked his tongue. "One little peep and you can sweep little Kiki from the hearth tomorrow morning" your eyes became glassy at his words, bottom lip wobbling. And then you inaudibly vowed upon your teddy's safety. 
"S- Sorry, sir."
"See?" His breathing was labored when he stripped you of decency, spreading your legs to examine what was between them and inaudibly grunting at the sight. "That wasn't so hard now, was it, baby?" You shuddered and exhaled heavily through your mouth when his hand curved over the shape of your pussy, thumb swiping over your moist folds.
"N- No, sir." He clicked his tongue. 
"You're too little for that, honey. Call me Daddy." Though questions emerged in your mind, you kept them to yourself for Kiki's sake. "Well?" He raised an eyebrow as his digit found its way to your entrance and he poked at it, the sensation causing you to jump up in shock. 
But you knew better than to express it.
"... Y- Yes, Daddy…" The word felt foreign and awkward in your mouth, but the intrusion of your private areas overpowered every other feeling. 
"Tell me how it feels, honey" the man's tone turned into one of coaxing as the tip of his thumb glided up and down between your folds before circling your entrance. But he kept it from invading your privates for now. 
Your eyebrows were tightly furrowed together as you whined, nuzzling your face into Kiki. "W- Weird, Daddy" that seemed to please him, and he hummed in approval.
"Good girl" a loud and confused squeak escaped you when he pushed the tip of his digit up your glistening slit next. 
"S–" the click of his tongue stopped you and you corrected yourself just in time. "Daddy!" 
"It's okay, honey. Daddies are supposed to take care of their little babies like this" his thumb was soon replaced by his middle finger and you couldn't help but let out a moan when it began to toy with the hood of your clit now, his finger working you open all the while. "See, getting better, isn't it, angel?" It was nothing but strange for your inexperienced body. Your hips tightened but you had no idea what it meant or led to. 
And the intimidating visual was not helping the puzzle. 
"L- Looks so scary, Da- Daddy" your bottom lip jutted out as you sniffled, unknowingly clenching around his finger and making him twitch inside his pants in turn.  
"Aw, baby" he could swear you were the most precious thing he had ever come across. "Too much for your innocent eyes to handle, is it?" He had to have you. "Daddy can help you with that" his finger plopped out of you and your hole retracted, a shudder running down your spine at both the feeling itself and the loss of contact. 
A small pout made its way on your face as you snuggled into Kiki, subconsciously missing the penetration. 
Bucky moved further onto his knees and grasped your naked thighs in his strong calloused hands. "Turn around for Daddy, angel" you were moved to your knees in front of him. He spread your legs apart before moving back to undo his own pants, admiring the handiwork that he had made of you all the while. 
Then he told you that it would  feel a bit strange at first, that it may even hurt, but then it was sure to feel good. 
You panicked when he entered your narrow opening as he hissed out curses, his metal hand curling around your thigh while the other rested on your ass cheeks that it fondled every now and then.
His words that you had initially suspected turned out to be true the more he moved inside you. Your tight, warm channel of moist flesh gripped at his cock in the same way your arms bracingly choked Kiki, whines drawling their way out of your gaping mouth as you nuzzled your flushed face in her soft body, feeling a small flame ignite in the base of your stomach. 
"Hnnng owwhh, Daddy!" You whined as stars clouded your vision when his thick tip hit you deep up your cavern in a certain tender spot. 
"You're so fuckin' tight, angel" his breathing was laboured as his muscular thighs slapped against yours, the collision causing your skin to sting as well as fill the room with a loud clapping sound which was occasionally accompanied by a squelch or two. "It's like you were waiting for your Daddy all along, huh?" You winced when one of his hands wrapped around your hair to pull you back as gently as he could manage. "Tell me you were waiting for me to come along and fuck this pretty pussy broken" you yelped when his free hand landed a harsh smack to one of your ass cheeks. When you didn't respond, he gave a demanding yank to your head. "Don't make me repeat myself, now." 
Bucky could see that you had some difficulty with carrying out orders. 
So he added that to the list of the things that you would have to work on. 
"I- I…" Your chest ached as you struggle to breathe, feeling your senses battle between pain and pleasure. "I w- was waiting for you to co–" your words dissolved into a moan as your form swayed under his rough fucking, "come- come, come and–!" Your fingers tightened around Kiki to brace yourself against the influx of sensation that burst out between your legs when he spanked you one last time before trailing his fingers down your pussy. 
"Go ahead, baby" his lips found the crook of your neck before his sharp teeth grazed against the skin. "You're doing so well for me" your back arched when he pecked your skin right before biting down on it. 
And all of a sudden, the sensory overload was too much for your fucked out mind to handle. Your hips clenched and a lava of what you could only classify as pleasure exploded between them, your vision paling and hearing becoming muffled, mouth falling open to let out raspy stomach churning moans. Suddenly, the intensity of every stimulus that had been tearing its way into your body decreased and a faint ringing swam in your ears. The skin piercing hammering of your heart morphed into heavy thumps and your body went limp as it hung from the robber's cock, being held up solely by the tangle of his arms that encircled your body. 
Bucky felt himself twitch when your orgasm gave way to obedience and you guzzled out your words to fulfill your command. "W- Waz wai'ing for D- Daddy to come along and f- fuck my pussy b- broken" his curse went unheard by you due to your temporary vertigo. 
"Now tell Kiki that" he had to tap one of your cheeks to bring you back to the present. "Look at Kiki and tell her that" the sternness of his words fueled the overstimulation that your core was suffering, the hypersensitivity causing you to clench hard around his girth that pounded into you at a barely registerable pace, your knees shaking uncontrollably. 
"K- Kiki…" Your arms were jelly as you forced them to wobble the pink teddy up in your sight since your head was locked in place by the grip he had on your hair. "I- I…" You whined out a loud moan. "W- Waiting on D- Daddy to c- come and b- break l- little pussy o- open" the brokenness of your voice coupled with the omission of words reached out for his climax and pulled it through. Bucky loudly cursed out in between moans as he rammed into you animalistically, his seed searing into your worked up walls and coating the flesh pale.
You had never been praised the way you were that night when the man– Bucky, he told you once he had placed you in the comforting bath he drew for you, cleaned and washed you thoroughly as he pressed reassuring kisses to your tear stained cheeks. When he declared the next morning that he was moving in, you did not say much for he still intimidated you but you had your suspicions. However, as time passed and you two grew closer than ever, you realized that the transition had been much easier and natural than you had expected. 
Your lover excused you from your outdoor obligations and gave you a list of rules to abide by to make sure you would well fulfill your role as the homerunner. He made a promise with you to mend his ways and he actually did it by finding himself an honest job that paid well enough for your household. Then, even though you reassured him that he could just give you your grandmother's ring to propose, he was adamant on buying you one with a big rock. One that would match the shine of your pretty eyes, he said.
In other words, everything was going well. 
Yes, the beginning of your relationship had been unconventional to say the least.
But fate had a strange way of bringing people together. 
That eventful night had been your share.
What did such silly things matter when the both of you loved each other so much? 
That was, until one day…
. . . 
"I told you, angel. I'd always find my way to you" the man speaks as he fixes his pants while keeping a vigilant eye on you. 
Your mouth is wide as tears wet your cheeks like an unceasing waterfall. "Daddy…" 
"Yes, Daddy" passive rage drips off his smug words. "You thought you could report me and flee the country and that'd be the end of it?"
You shake your head vehemently and sputter out all the words you can manage in your honest defense. Your labored breathing turns into sobs as you grab at his hands and plead your case desperately. 
You hadn't reported him. You could never do that to your Daddy and future husband!
Not even in your worst nightmare!
What had actually happened was that you had been tending to your daily tasks as usual when some strange men with badges you did not understood had shown up to your house while he was at work. They were mean but they had not hurt you. Instead, they had thrusted all kinds of files and records in your face, saying unbelievable things about your Daddy that simply could not be true and then demanding you tell them where he worked. 
But you were too little to know those things. 
So they ransacked your house before one of them found a piece of paper from one of Bucky's jackets before showing it to the rest. Their boss had turned back to look at you one last time with pity in his eyes before he called someone on his phone and joined his fellow men in one of the sleek black SUVs that they had arrived in. Your Daddy had not come home that night. Instead, your sobbing mother who lived in a different city had approached you where you had been waiting for Bucky out on the front stairs of the house. 
She had forced you away from your home. You kept telling her that you had to inform your Daddy of what had happened and that he never ate without you and that he would be looking for you. But your sweet mother had become a tyrant with your safety -like you needed it- and you just could not understand the hysteria until she placed you in therapy that you thought you did not need. 
But when you finally did start responding to the kind lady at the funny smelling clinic, you had slowly understood your mother's manic behavior. 
"... And she said you were a terrible man that I best forget all about and move on in my life, Daddy. I didn't mean to blank you out!" You finish your speech, squeezing his fingers earnestly as your eyes beg his to believe you. "I didn't want to. But they said you were bad and a criminal and, and– I didn't have a choice" you sob and shake your head desperately, the awareness of just how hurt he must have felt when you disappeared choking your heart out. "And they wouldn't listen and they kept saying that you kidnapped me and–" he doesn't interrupt you. In fact, he hasn't done much of that in the past few minutes. 
But then a heavy bell goes off in your head all of a sudden and you understand why he has been quiet, the horrific realization causing your muscles to freeze and shrivel as you feel foam rising in your mouth. Your eyes widen to the shape of saucers as the pattering of your tears literally becomes audible in the quiet room. "... But… Y- You…" Your clammy fingers try to yank themselves out of his. "You… did kidnap me after…" Terror grips at your throat. 
Unreadable emotion passes by his teal orbs faster than you can process. Bucky lowers his head as he restricts your hands from pulling out of his by interlocking them in an iron-strong hold. Heaving in a deep sigh, he snickers to himself humorlessly, the long strands of his hair falling over his face as his shoulders shake. 
"Oh, angel" he looks up once he finally gains composure over what had turned into sneering chuckles. "You will have to relearn everything all over again, won't you?" Your body feels petrified as the graveness of the matter sears into your muscles. He tugs his gloves off before cupping your face with his metal hand. "Good thing we have the rest of our lives with no one left to trouble us this time, huh?" With a promising kiss to your lips, he pulls his mask back down and fishes another one out of his jacket before slipping it over your face. "Come on, let's go home" Bucky effortlessly hauls you onto one of his massive shoulders after he swipes your nose with his thumb on which he had poured a strange substance out of a vial. The liquid instantly numbs your mind and your eyes go heavy, not that your terrified body was moving much in the first place. 
The next few things that you feel through your melting senses include Bucky pulling your tattered skirt down before giving a powerful smack to your ass, turning in the opposite direction of the way you had come here after exiting the Manager's office, descend the fire escape that he chooses to exit the building through before briefly jogging to what you figure is probably a vehicle since you hear the beeping open of a lock.
And then everything goes dark.
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My Darlin'
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Warnings- Dark Bucky, dubcon, forcing, manipulation, forced/manipulated kissing and touching.
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It was a dark and gloomy night, you and your best friend Kate, were driving home through an isolated road. After a long day at work, you just wanted to get home and relax. However, as Kate was driving, you heard a loud bang and suddenly felt the vehicle shaking. The tire had punctured. You and Kate, got down and tried to remove the tire, but you didn't have a spare one. They both stood staring at each other, not sure of what to do next.
Just then, they saw a house by the side of the road. "Look, a house! Let's see if someone lives there, who could help us!" Kate said. "Yes, I do not think it would be a good idea to wait here alone in the dark. Let's hope they are welcoming and helpful." You replied.
The house looked old and dilapidated, but they were desperate and took a risk. They went up to the house and knocked on the door, hoping that someone would be home.
The door swung open, revealing a handsome man. He was a tall, imposing figure with a dark, brooding expression, wearing a long sleeve Henley and gloves. His eyes were hard and sharp, and he seemed like he was expecting them. He looked at them both, and said, "What do you need?"
You and Kate gave each other a look, you both knew it is not wise to judge people by their appearance, maybe he is really friendly. Either way, you both are in a situation and don't think you can get out of it, without talking to him.
Kate was quick to explain him, the car situation. As Bucky listened to her explain, he couldn't help feeling drawn to you. Your beauty, innocence, and gentle nature were irresistible to him. He couldn't take his eyes off you. You could feel his intense stare, making you uncomfortable. Kate quickly noticed your discomfort and grew frustrated with Bucky's behavior.
"Stop staring at her," Kate said, "she obviously doesn't like it."
As Kate said these words, Bucky felt a deep sense of satisfaction and amusement in making you uncomfortable. He was enjoying your discomfort, and was eager to keep staring, almost daring you to challenge him further.
Bucky was enjoying the feeling of having power over you. He kept staring, and you felt more and more uneasy as he continued. You had never felt such intense gaze before, and it made you feel, vulnerable and exposed. You felt your heartbeat increase, you wanted to turn away from his gaze, but felt like you couldn't break the connection even if you wanted to.
Feeling nervous and exposed under Bucky's gaze, you mustered the courage to speak. “Can you please help us?” you tried to speak with a confident tone, but your voice trembled ever so slightly.
Bucky smiled at your attempt to act confident. He was amused by your nervous trembled voice, and enjoyed your awkward gesture to speak confidently. He responded, “Of course darlin’ I’ll help ya. But I have a condition.”
"What is your condition?" you asked politely, trying to hide your nervousness and discomfort.
Bucky leaned closer to you, with a smile that exuded sinister intent. He leaned in so close that it made your skin crawl and you felt an intense sense of discomfort. "You have to be my girlfriend," Bucky said seductively, "then I will help you out."
You were shocked by Bucky's condition, and felt a mix of disgust and fear. You immediately pulled back and took a step away from him. You had no desire to be Bucky's girlfriend, and you found his offer insulting and offensive.
"Wait, are you serious?" Kate stepped forward and placed a protective hand on your shoulder. She was surprised and outraged by Bucky's offer, and she felt disgusted at his audacity. She was also horrified by the way he had lean in and come so close to you, it reminded her of a predator.
"Yes, I am serious," Bucky said with a sinister grin. His eyes twinkled with delight, and his voice dripped with sensual intent. "If you want me to help with the flat tire, you must be my girlfriend."
"That's outrageous!" Kate shouted angrily. She was appalled at the way Bucky was treating you, and she was offended at the implication that her friend was being objectified and reduced to nothing more than a prize to be won.
"Calm down, calm down," Bucky said sarcastically. He laughed at Kate’s protective reaction, and seemed unfazed by her outrage. "I was just joking, I'll help you with the flat tire without any conditions. I was just messing around."
"It's not funny!" Kate snapped. She was livid at the way Bucky had treated them both, and he was not making her feel better by dismissing their emotions. She was even more outraged by the way he was trying to act like it was just a joke, and that she was overreacting.
Bucky chuckled at your and Kate's reaction, and then nodded briefly. "Okay then, let's get the tire changed." Bucky smiles and nods, and motions for them to follow him. As he walks, he subtly looks at you a few times. He is quite interested.
As you follow him, you whisper to Kate, “Are you sure this is a good idea? This guy looks like he has some dark intentions on his mind..." Before Kate could reply Bucky speaks “Let's hurry, the sooner we get it done, the better."
Bucky, leads them into the basement. The room is very large, but dark and creepy. There is a single dim light in the corner of the room that provides minimal lighting.
"Here we are, I will get my tools." Bucky tells them.
The surroundings were quite eerie, as you were looking around, you saw something shine in his pocket, upon further focus, your gaze fell on the gun in Bucky's pocket. You had a feeling that he wasn't as harmless as he seemed. You quickly grabbed Kate and motioned her towards the door. They slowly backed out of the door, and Bucky caught the movement.
"Where do you think you're going?" Bucky asked mockingly. He stood in front of the door, blocking the exit and looking down at the two women with a smirk on his face.
“We…we..we were just going to wait outside for you near the car” you tell him in fear.
He glanced at you both and sighed. "You were just trying to leave without my permission, weren't you?"
"We weren't trying to leave, we...we just wanted to..." Kate fumbled with her words, feeling embarrassed and intimidated by Bucky's presence. She didn't want to come off as a coward, but she also felt nervous about being caught in a room alone with him.
Bucky laughed at their flustered reaction. He saw the fear in their eyes, and enjoyed the feeling of making them feel anxious. He slowly walked up to them, and towered over them in intimidating manner.
 "You thought you could leave and get away from me?" Bucky said, his voice dripping with seduction. He was close enough that he could see the girls' faces clearly, and he could smell their scent. He was delighted by their fear and discomfort, and his desire for them was growing stronger by the moment.
“Now I have to charge you for being disrespectful towards me.” Bucky laughed as he moved and walked to fix the car. As he was working, his eyes were quickly scanning up and down your body and lingering where they shouldn't. Bucky chuckled looking at you, "Okay then, let's get the tire changed." He pulled out a jack from his toolbox. With practiced efficiency he began to remove the tire from the car, working quickly and efficiently with little effort. His eyes drifting away yet again to look at you, up and down some more, this time a little less subtly.
He was quick to fix the car. But even quicker to grab your arm. “Now let’s talk about my charge.” He smiled.
“How much do you want?” Kate asks, opening her purse to pay him. Bucky smirks proudly, “80$”. Your jaw dropped wide open. 80$? Are you crazy? You snapped, trying to pull your arm away. Only for him to make his grip tighter.
“Either pay me or?” “Or what?” you ask nervously.
Bucky leans closer “You become my girlfriend.” You are getting more and more scared of the situation. Kate is trying her best to keep her emotions calm, but is struggling. You try to get his hand off you, but his grip is very tight.
"Stop it. I'm not interested in you. You need to leave me alone, please...." you plead. Bucky doesn't seem to recognize your refusal. He continues to hold you tightly and leans in towards you. "You may not be looking for a relationship, but I'm sure you will agree to some fun anyways. Let's go have some fun, alone. You'll enjoy the time we spend together, I guarantee it."
Bucky seems to get more and more insistent for you to agree to a relationship with him. Now he is offering two options either let him do whatever he wants with you, or give him money instead. He leans in towards you and whispers, "You can either let me do what I want with you, or pay me. Make a decision now, or I'll just take you by force."
“Can you please let go of my hand, I need to check my wallet.” Bucky subtly takes your wallet from you. “Ah only cards and few dollars” He announces proudly.
“We can pay you through app.” Kate suggests. But Bucky refuses.
Bucky laughs at this. "I don't want your cards and apps, I want cash. You're lucky I am even offering you this option. Just accept my offer, or I'll have to take her by force."
He continues to grip your arm, now getting slightly closer than before.
“Okay okay, is there any ATM nearby?” Kate asks frantically. Bucky thinks for a moment, and thinks of an easy way to get free cash from them.
"Yes, there is an ATM just down the road. If you can get me 80$ cash, we can sort this whole thing out. I have a strong feeling you won't come back with the cash, though." “You got to trust us.” You tell him politely. “No darlin’, you are going to stay here with me, till your friend is back with the cash.” "Okay, fair enough. Just take your hands off me now.” You tell him. Bucky removes his hands, but remains close to you.  
Kate is not sure about leaving you alone, but having no other option she agrees to go and get the cash. Promising you to be back as soon as possible.
As Kate leaves, Bucky turns back to you and laughs softly. "It seems your friend has left," he said seductively. "Now it's just you and me, all alone."
"What do you want with me?" you ask nervously, feeling uneasy being alone with Bucky. You could sense his intention, and felt uncomfortable with his sudden attention.
"I want you to be my girlfriend." Bucky answered, his tone dripping with a sensual intent. He was enjoying the way your fear of him was making you quiver and shake in his presence. He continued to inch closer toward, invading your personal space and feeling no shame. "I'm not going to be your girlfriend!" you protested. You started to become frantic and stepped back to get away from his grasp, but he simply kept inching closer.
"Why not?" Bucky asked, his tone becoming more coercive and demanding. He continued to inch closer, as if he was trying to trap you against the wall. The fear in your eyes turned him on even more.
"Look, I'm sure you are a nice person. But I'm not interested in any sort of relationship right now.” You tried to explain.
Bucky was getting furious at your rejection, and his face darkens. "You think you can just reject me like that? You think you're so much better than me?"
"No, that's not what I'm saying. It's just that I'm not looking for a relationship or anything like that right now." You tried hard to explain it to him.
Bucky seems furious that you are not willing to go along with what he wants.
"You are a pretty girl, you can't just turn me down like that. Let's have some fun, you know you want to. You have beautiful eyes. You are a very gorgeous, I can see why I am attracted to you."
You are shocked by the compliment, but remain cautious since he seems very dangerous. "Thank you for the compliment, but it is not going to change my answer. I'm not interested in a relationship right now. Plus, my friend will be back with the cash to pay you shortly."
Bucky lets out a big laugh, "An hour is quite a lot of time, don't you think? We will have so much time to talk about things. To get to know each other, do something. Don't you find that exciting?"
Your eyes widen in fear as you realize that he had tricked you and Kate.
Your voice was a whisper in shock, "You lied about the distance, didn't you? You tricked us to get me out here all alone with you."
"I sure did. Now that we're out here, away from anyone else, you'll have to do what I want. Or I will take you by force. Your choice." He smiles.
You are scared by this revelation. Your breath is heavy, you feel like you could cry. "What do you mean by 'take me by force?' Are you going to hurt me?"
"I don't want to hurt you, but I can be forceful if you're not... Receptive. I'm a lonely man, you know. I haven't had any company in years, and I would really like that to change. You could make a different choice..." he tells you calmly.
Your mouth is dry, and you shudder at the thought of him being forceful. "Well, what choice do you mean? I've already told you, I'm not interested in a relationship right now..."
"Yes, but you're also in a situation where you could change your mind, at least for one evening, that is." He offers.
You can feel your heart is beating very fast. “Why do you have a gun?”
"This gun?” He removes it from his pocket to show you, “I'm allowed to carry it, I have a permit for it. I would never do anything bad with it, but you should know... It could be used if I'm not happy with anything you do."
Bucky leans in closer to you and whispers, "The last time someone didn't listen to me... It didn't end well." A chill goes up your spine, as you wonder, what he did to the last person and whether he might do it to you too. You nod, afraid to anger him further.
"I can't keep my eyes off of you. Your lips are so soft and delicate, just begging for mine..."
Your breath catches and you feel like you are going to faint.
"You can look around all you want, but there's no one here but me. You're out here in the middle of nowhere with me, and there's no one to help you." He laughs.
 "Those lips of yours are really distracting me. I can tell you know how to use them, they look like they are made for one thing..."
"Please, I'm really not interested in you like that. I'll even pay you whatever you need. Just, uh, please, just stop."
Bucky laughs as he sees your fear. "I know what would make you more inclined to do what I want. I can give you a small taste right now, and if you like it, then I'm sure you'll change your mind about having some fun tonight."
You are shaking, and your mind is spinning. You don’t know how to react, and not sure if you would be able to make a run for it.
"You really should listen to me, you're so much weaker than I am. But I can protect you, if you let me... Your life could go on without any worries at all, as long as you let me have some fun with you tonight."
Your throat is dry and afraid to respond. You are shaking with fear, and do not know what to say.
He grabs you by the shoulder, "You know what I want from you, don't you? I want you. And you know you want me, I can see it in your eyes. Just let me have you for this one night, it won't hurt anyone, I'm sure. I am going to get what I want from you, one way or another."
Bucky's grin remained plastered across his face as he leaned forward. His breath smelled of liquor as he spoke, his voice low and soothing. You could feel the air of his hot breath. "Don't try to fight me, just accept it. It will all be over a lot more quickly for everyone if you just let me have my fun with you. It'll be enjoyable, and nobody has to get hurt."
Bucky takes your face in his hands, and forcibly pulls you towards him. He holds your face tightly, his eyes staring directly into yours.
"You are a beautiful girl, and I deserve a kiss from you as a reward for letting you stay here. Give me a kiss, now."
The fear grows in your eyes, as you can't move your face away from him. Bucky is grabbing your face tightly, and holds you in place forcefully without letting you move away from him.
He lets out a low chuckle and smiles at you, clearly amused by your fear and that he had the upper hand in this situation. He ran a finger beneath your chin and you shivered from the coldness of his touch despite the heat of his breath.
"Kiss me now. We both know you want to, you're trying to play the whole innocent card all for the act but I see right through it, darlin' "
You try to shake your head, but Bucky doesn't let you. He pulls you towards him, closer than before, and leans his head close to yours.
The smell of liquor seemed to get stronger the more he closed the gap. That same damn grin remained on his face as he kept edging closer until his voice was almost in your ear.
"You're too pretty to be wasting away your time alone. You a whore? You got a boyfriend?" “No I'm not! You shout at him and he laughs in your face
"So much denial in such a pretty little package. Just let me feel your lips, that's all I'm asking for...What do ya say?" He asks with a hint of excitement, his breath still heavy against your skin and his eyes locking in on your lips. His breath was hot and smelly as he waited for an answer, holding back the urge to force himself on you.
“A kiss is never just a kiss” you voice is barely a whisper. 
A wry smile creeps across his face as he leans still closer to you. Your fear was obvious now and he had you right where he wanted.
"Just a nice lil kiss. Come on now... just to show me ya appreciate me looking after ya. What do ya say girlie?”
“Okay...” You don't know what made you say yes, the fact that you are scared of him or the way he is so confident with you.
"That's a good girl....I'm going to make you feel what no other man can. I'm going to show you a whole new world... You're just going to relax now, and you're just gonna tilt that little head of yours towards mine.. and then we're gonna kiss. Okay?"   You nod, not knowing what to do and Bucky now kisses you aggressively, pressing his mouth against yours forcefully with his tongue. Your eyes are closed and your breath is heavy, as you continue trying to resist and pull away from him. However, you feel completely helpless against his strength.
"That's a good girl. I knew you couldn't refuse me a simple kiss...”
He grabs the sides of your face, and pulls you even closer, letting his tongue explore your r mouth.
You whimper in fear, as you feel his hand wander down your body, Bucky laughs at your reaction. His hand continues to explore your body, as he continues to kiss you.
"I think you're enjoying this a little more than you let on... Don't be shy, you can give into me. I want to play with you more..."
As his hands keeping roaming, you are both terrified and aroused by his advances, not knowing what to do. You try to resist it, but your body can't stop reacting to his touches.
Bucky notices this reaction and seems to relish it. He grabs you by the waist and pulls you even closer against him.
"Don't try to fight it, I see how much you're enjoying this. I'll let you enjoy it some more if you let me continue..."
Your breath is heavy and your eyes are closed tightly. You can't fight him off anymore. You let out a soft whimper as he bites your neck. You feel like there's nothing you can do in this situation, and simply let him mark his claim. You find yourself enjoying it, and the fear is mixed with feeling of arousal.
"Good girl, you're enjoying this, aren't you? I can see this is making you want more..." His teeth graze your neck, leaving a faint bite mark.
You felt his lips touch yours and your body trembled. Your breath hitched as you began to kiss back, your body going weak and your heart beating out of your chest. Lost in that moment your mind had turned into a blank slate. They were so close their lips met and her hands grasped onto the back of his neck.
As the kiss deepened, his hand started to roam freely, groping your breast. Bucky notices Kate approaching, and immediately lets go of you muttering profanities but not before squeezing your boob again. You were speechless not able to make any sense. 
He watches Kate approach, and realizes his actions have failed. He stares down at you, feeling angry that Kate has interrupted his plans.
He speaks to Kate in a demanding and insistent way. "So, you've finally come back with the cash to pay me. This girl here must have a kind friend, to want to pay for her so much."
Kate hands him the money, avoiding eye contact with Bucky. This annoys him, but he can't do anything about it from here.
Bucky nods at her, accepting the money, but he still doesn't like his plan being disrupted. Bucky takes the money and counts it, in front of them both.
He smiles at Kate, but still feels some anger from the disturbance. "I'm glad you came back with the money. I wouldn't have wanted to have to get forceful just yet, but if you hadn't have come back, I would have had to. That girl would surely have wanted more from me, if she had seen more of what I could do."
 You think about how weak you were against his advances. His words and touches made you feel such a mix of fear, arousal and weakness. You cannot believe yourself, horrified at your reaction towards him, but can't stop thinking about it.
Bucky looks at you and smiles. "Now that I've been paid, I assume you're going to leave."
He glances at you in a suggestive way, as if implying that he and she will meet again soon.
What you don’t know is, when Bucky had taken your wallet, he subtly took out your id that had your address and number.
He smiles at you, and whispers, "I'll see you again soon. I can tell you want more..."
Bucky laughs and leaves, his anger still simmering, but determined to see you again very soon.
Kate sees the fear and shame in your eyes, and becomes concerned. She can't help but notice that Bucky's eyes were wandering around you, and she's noticed the bite mark on your neck.
"Did something happen? I saw how he was looking at you, and your bite mark on your neck... did something happen while I was away?" she asks cautiously.
You were about to tell he that nothing happened, but you notice Kate already has figured out what happened.
"He just kissed me, it's not a big deal. It's not like it was forced or anything... I am sure he wasn't going to do anything else. I am fine, I promise."
Kate hugs you and assures you.
"It's alright hun, everything is fine. You did nothing wrong. It's him who did something wrong, he never should have acted like that. You can tell me as much or as little as you want to. I'm just glad that you're okay, and that he didn't actually do anything to you."
"Please, let's go home."
Bucky watches them from his window, feeling anger and resentment that he didn't get to do more. He is disappointed that his plans were interrupted, and determined to make up for that loss, and see you again as soon as possible.
You stare out of the window, not saying anything, and feeling a sense of mixed emotions. You find yourself unable to get Bucky's face out of your head, thinking about how he made you feel. It was all a bit intimidating and frightening, but you can't lie to yourself, feeling a sense of arousal from it in hindsight.
You can't stop from thinking about the touches and kisses from him. Disgusted, feeling guilty that you are turned on by the encounters.
You feel the texture and pain from his bite mark, and feels a sense of guilt in how it makes you feel.
A week later after the incident………
You are back to your normal routine. Getting dressed for work, feeling like your mind is on autopilot. You think about the events the whole time, and can't stop feeling a mix of shame and arousal over what happened.
You are going about your normal routine, unaware that someone is watching you.
Someone knocks on your door. And when you open it you can’t stop from being nervous, scared and aroused?
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prettyinpink350 · 8 months
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Trailer trash
Dark Bucky x innocent reader. Dad Bucky x mom reader. Bucky is mean! 18+ don’t let me catch some kids in here reading this! I mean it!
Smut, mentions of previous hitting but nothing hard enough to leave marks. Yelling. cursing. Mentions of rough sex. Baby crying. Unprotected sex. Reader kinda has Stockholm syndrome. Bucky calls reader mommy like twice. Daddy kink
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“I wanna get outta here!” She yelled after him.
“I know! I know kitten! Trust me I’ve heard ya bitch and moan about it for four years!” Bucky yelled back at her.
Y/n in a fit walked away from him. Going down the small narrow hall of their trailer, Bucky’s anger getting the best of him like it always did. He walked fast to catch up to her, then yanking her back by her hair.
“Owwww! Get off me James! Now!” She cried out
“Fuck no! You think I’m gonna let the love of my life and the mother of my child fuckin leave me! Your insane! I ain’t lettin ya get a god damn mile out of this town! Your mine.” Bucky said in her face, his nose touching hers. Tears streaming her face as little James came paddling through the hallway with his bottle in hand. The two year old crying from the yelling, him being able to sense the stress off his mommy.
“Let me go James” y/n said slowly to her husband. He let go of her hair, only taking a step back. His jaw tightened and eyes glared at her.
Little James came as fast as his little legs would carry him to his mother. Y/n bending down to pick him she began to soothe him with her voice.
“I’m here baby boy, it’s okay. I love you”
“Y/n if you leave me, I’ll hunt you down and you don’t want to know the rest” Bucky said, the two of them looking right in each other’s eyes.
“I didn’t say I was leavin ya, alls I said was I wanted a better life! With money and a better safer home and environment for our family” she said crying, little James now asleep in her arms his head resting on her shoulder.
Bucky’s eyes softened at the view of her and his son. He stepped closer, bringing them in his arms. He held her as she cried into him.
“I’m so sorry baby girl, I didn’t mean to hurt ya. I was just scared and let my emotions get the best of me again” Bucky did this quite often, he’d pull her, yank her, slap her, spank her, shove her on the bed and give her rough sex when he would get to angry. He never hit her hard enough to leave any marks or bruises though.
Y/n and Bucky met when she was 18 and he was 21. She was the farmer’s daughter young innocent and beautiful. They met at one of Bucky’s gangs parties, Wanda y/n’s best friend had made her come. It was her first ever party and when she walked in, wearing her little white sundress and sneakers and big doe eyes Bucky almost fell to his knees.
The small town didn’t see much of her because her dad and mother were protective of her. Bucky could see why because she was a play boy model with curves for days and a virgin. He flirted with her and smooth talked her all night.
After that they fell in love and they got married after being together for only six months. they moved into together in Bucky’s trailer. Him promising that they’d move away to the city and have money but then she got pregnant with little James and suddenly their savings for moving were used for a baby.
he was all she ever knew in the big world except her parents.
“Love you y/n Barnes, I mean that. I will die if I don’t have you or my son in my life” he said into her hair.
“I love you James, I just want out of here” she said
“I know, we’ll get there one day” he said in return “come on let’s go put the little slobber monster in his crib”
She giggles through her tears at what her husband said about her son because it was true he slobbered everywhere. They laid him down, watching for moment as he slept. He was perfect.
“Let’s go sexy mama, I wanna see my pussy” he whispered in his girls ear and slapped her bum. She giggled again now the sadness and hurt fading away because she knew Bucky would never hurt her on purpose he had problems and he didn’t mean to get rough it was an accident, that’s what he said all the other times. He would beg for forgiveness and little y/n’s heart couldn’t take it, she loved him and she couldn’t stand to see him hurt. So she took him back every time because to her it was normal. They both walked into their room
“Go get that lingerie I got you” he told her as he sat at the end of the bed naked. Cock in hand stroking in slow movements.
Y/n came out of their bathroom in a pink set of lace panties and bra, that were crotch less. Her soft pink bare pussy lips wet, her heavy tits looked so soft like pillows. Her nipples hard.
“Get your sweet ass over here” Bucky said his eyes filled with lust and love. She walked over to him standing between his legs.
He pulled her down on top of him, y/n now straddling him. He lined his hard 10 inch thick shaft with an angry pink tip leaking pre cum up to her tight hole. Pushing in, both moaned.
“God damn I don’t know how you’re so tight after taking me so many times and havin my baby” he said through a clenched mouth trying not be too rough with her.
“I love you James” she moaned when he stated to bounce her up and down in his cock.
“Love you too baby doll” Bucky flipped her over on her back, him now on top of her. His thrusts hard, he pulled down her bra sucking on her hard nipples.
“JAMMMMMESSS!” She moan loudly
“Shhhh honey, we can’t wake up the baby now” he said while he gave her a particular hard thrust as a warning.
“You’re such a good mommy baby girl. Feeding my boy with these tits and you’d save the the rest for me remember? I miss that” Bucky lifted her right leg up higher up to get deeper in her pussy. Y/n was so close to cumming tears were leaking from her eyes
“I’m gonna cum daddy!” She said breathy
“I’m close too, come on mama come with me” Bucky gave four more hard thrusts before they both were cumming
“Fuck yeah! I’m gonna get you pregnant again mommy. I’m gonna drink your milk and your gonna look so good pregnant with my babies again.” Bucky said well cumming making y/n moan at his words
“I want your babies Jamie! All your babies!” She cried out before at kissing him.
Bucky rolled over, both of them on their sides now. His cock still in her pussy, the two snuggled together.
“Love ya sexy mommy, you aint ever fuckin leavin me ya hear”
“I know daddy, I can’t live without you either. I love you too” she kissed his shoulder and then drifted off to sleep
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Day 23 — Overstimulation
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Pairing || Stalker!Bucky x Female!Reader
Word Count || Around 700
Contents & Warnings || Smut, Dark — NSFW, 18+ Only, Minors DNI, non-con, explicit content/language, pet names, obsessive/stalker behaviour, break-in, restraints, forced orgasm, multiple orgasms, squirting, begging, praising, sex toys, mention of bodily fluids.
Disclaimer || English is not my first language so I apologise for any mistakes or misunderstandings!
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“No, no, no, pleeease,” you begged the man, but to no use, as another surge of blinding ecstasy struck you hard, making you scream and convulse on the bed uncontrollably. The restraints that held you made it impossible for you to move your hands or close your bound legs to make the painful pleasure stop, making him smirk as he watched you struggle. At this point, there was no use in fighting the man overstimulating you for his needs and sadistic pleasure.
He towered over your limp and bare body with a wicked smirk playing on his lips and darkness swimming in his eyes. There was a sinister tone laced in his voice as he spoke, with a surprising hint of softness and care buried deep in it.
“I will not stop. Not when I have you tied up and to my every mercy. I will take advantage of you and watch you come undone again and again until you're nothing but a sensitive and overstimulated mess for me.”
“I-I can't,” you sobbed at his promise of more stimulation while tears streamed down your face.
“Yes, you can. You have to, for me. I've wanted you for weeks, my precious doll. I've been watching you. Yearning for you for so long now. And now, when I finally have you, I'm never letting go.” His words made you shudder in fear and hidden desire.
He placed a light and tender kiss on your clammy cheek. His warm breath tingled your skin as he uttered his last words. “I'll take care of you, baby, I promise.”
As promised, he pressed the vibrator to your overstimulated and abused clit again, intending to make you come and squirt for him even more. He placed himself near your dripping and quivering pussy, wanting to watch very closely as he brought forth another earth-shattering and toe-curling orgasm.
He turned on the powerful toy at full strength, making you cry, and your body tensed up as an instant surge of electricity coursed through your nerves. The lines between pleasure and pain overlapped, making you almost numb to the sensation, but at the same time, you've never been so aware of your body and mind as of right now.
You began to toss and writhe on the sheets as you neared your ecstasy for what felt like the hundredth time tonight. Involuntarily, your hips bucked into the vibrator, desperate for more stimulation on your throbbing clit. You tried to grasp onto something, anything, to keep yourself firm and solid as it became too much for you to bear.
“Attagirl,” the man sneered as he observed that you were indeed needy for the stimulation despite not knowing yourself.
“O-oh my goood,” you sobbed as your mind went fuzzy and white as another intense rush of bliss and cruel pleasure travelled through each and every nerve ending in your sensitive body. Your eyes rolled back into your skull, hips thrusting up and legs shaking as your walls contracted around nothing, and your clit throbbed violently against the vibrator as it never stopped stimulating you, continuing to draw out your orgasm and making you squirt uncontrollably.
After what felt like several minutes of excruciating pleasure, you lay once more limp and sore as you panted heavily after the absolute mess the man had made of you. No thoughts in your brain whatsoever.
“You did so well, my precious doll,” he praised.
You hoped that he would show you mercy now, but it didn't seem like he was thoroughly done and satisfied with you just yet as he shoved two fingers into your deprived pussy, making you shriek, and his lips ghosted your swollen and abused bundle of nerves.
“P-please,” you begged in a whine, not even sure for what at this point—for him to stop or keep on going.
“I'm still not done with you, baby,” he murmured before taking your raw clit captive between his lips, ready to draw out even more from you until you were all used up and empty.
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cissywritess · 10 months
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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.
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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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shamrockqueen · 10 months
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маленькая сучка
“malen'kaya suchka” - Little Bitch
Pairing : Soldat Bucky x captive and complacent Reader
Warnings : rough sex, dirty talk in Russian, Deep throat, cock sucking, Dubious Consent, Loss of virginity, R18
Word count : 2525
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It was hard to remember when and why you had joined Hydra, nor whether or not you had been kidnapped or tricked into entering the facility, but ever since it had begun, you were to be broken, molded, and shaped for your single purpose.
You had been made to sit on your knees since last night, and since then you have sat unmoved. It left you dozing in this uncomfortable position with your knees held firm as your head hung at your shoulder from exhaustion. This is how he found you, ridged and yet limp. This was unacceptable.
The hard, fast crack echoed throughout the small cell, bouncing off the smooth concrete walls as his palm collided with your cheek. It knocks out the last few ounces of strength that had to hold your body up, and you hit the floor quickly. The cement is cold against your bare skin compared to the hand mark left on your face, which would redden and swell.
You had grown numb to the abuse a long time ago and said nothing as you pushed up on your hands to right yourself back onto your knees. You know better than to stay on the floor after being knocked down. He didn’t like it when you acted weak.
You strained your neck upward, letting it crack from its former stiffness as you took in the sight of him. The soldat. A man whose body was torn and twisted before being put back together along with his mind, going as far as to replace pieces of his body with machinery.
You don’t know how he’d lost his arm to warrant the metal one he has now, and you never dared to ask again after the first time. You stopped trying to give him sympathy not long after meeting him. It didn't matter what they had done to him, as it wouldn’t excuse anything he'd done to you thus far.
From the very beginning, he was your tormentor, your capturer, and your god. Anything and everything you did on a daily basis was dictated by the Soldat and oneone else. You were his gift, a soft and mailable woman to be sculpted as he chose. Falling asleep without permission was a punishable offense, and that first hit surely won’t be the last.
"Ty malen'kaya suka. (You little bitch) No one told you to sleep." His voice is low and hoarse, as he wasn't interested in filling the room with the sounds of screaming just yet.
"I’m sorry." You mummbled only to receive another blow; this time it was backhanded towards the other side of your face, and you fought all of the muscles in your knees not to hit the floor this time. Your sore knees faltered and your upper body swayed, but through your struggle, you succeeded in staying upright.
"nepravil'nyy (wrong)" His voice rose only a little.
"Mne zhal'. ser..(I’m sorry.sir..)" you answered back automatically. You should’ve known better than to let your tongue slip back into English; only he was allowed to talk in that way. It had been difficult to adjust to at first, but over time, your Russian did get better, even if it was only to follow commands and respond to them.
"Uberi svoyu zadnitsu s nog. (Get your ass off your legs). On your knees, now." His voice was only loud enough to be commanding, as you weren’t deserving of any real anger.
You straightened up as he had asked so that your full weight was on your knees and shins alone. You made your back rigid, leaned your head back, and waited for further instruction. You were never allowed to fall behind, nor could you go too far ahead. So, you stood stock still as your knees screamed from having to continue holding you up.
"otkryt' (open)" His voice smacked back off every corner of the room, and you didn’t hesitate to unclench your teeth to open your mouth nice and wide, just as he preferred.
This particular task had become something you became better at with much mandatory practice. But, in spite of the hours of being made to choke him down, there were times that you would still make mistakes, so it wasn’t unexpected when he ran his metal fingers along your lips with misleading gentleness before digging them into your skin to clamp down hard on your face.
He leaned down towards your face to hammer his point in with each graveled word that rumbled from his chest. "Yesli ty vospol'zuyesh'sya svoimi zubami, ya slomayu tebe chelyust'. (If you use your teeth, I will break your jaw.)"
You gave a brief "da ser (yes sir)" before opening your mouth back up as he leaned away again. His hand loosened from your face as he ran his thumb along your bottom lip to show him that naughty bottom row of teeth, a few of which had a metallic sheen similar to his fingers.
That had been the last and only time you’d ever bitten him. It had been a dangerous lesson to learn, as it had cost you four of your teeth. All of which were quickly replaced without the benefit of anesthesia.
He undoes the buckles on his pants as he squares his hips in-line with your face. Your eyes don’t leave his as you stare at one another.
Giving him oral relief upon his arrival was a given, and this time would be no different from the last, for now.
He spit into the palm of his hand as he pulled his long member free from his clothes, giving it a few pumps to harden it until it stood tall and hard.
The tip entered first, pressing against your tongue before sliding over it.
"lizhi, moy kotenok (lick, my kitten)" He growled down at you.
He only used the pet name when you were being good, acting as a trigger word to help spur you further because where there was praise there wouldn’t be any punishment.
So you did as ordered, pulling your head back and flicking your tongue out over the pink tip as you slickened his cock with your saliva.
"Sosat' (suck)," he pushed his hips toward your open mouth, letting his cock slide along your tongue and further into your mouth.
You closed your lips around it, easing him into your mouth as you did as ordered. You started out slowly before you began to bob up and down on his shaft until it slid deeper down your throat when his hips followed your pace. But, his need was to go faster, deeper even.
The Soldat's metal fingers snapped onto the back of your head to push you down on his cock, far enough that your nose was tickled by the dusting of his pubic hair. Your throat enclosed around him, almost swallowing the head of his cock as he shucked your face up and down onto him. It filled the once tensely quiet room with the echo of you breathlessly sputtering and sloshing on his member.
You’ve grown accustomed to holding your breath for however long he needed, but it was often too much. The tears had forced their way out as they rounded around your reddened cheeks as the air in your head grew thin.
The Soldat's strong, steel-like demeanor cracked as he grew closer and growled, "Fuck..takoy khoroshiy kotenok (so good, kitten)" down at you.
He first cums in your mouth before pulling out to paint your face and then your breasts with spurt after spurt of salty, sticky seed. It’s all over the space on your cheeks that still stung from the last time he hit you, and the soft tip of his cock tickled your neck a little as he coated the rest of your skin.
You don’t even know if he took pleasure in sights like this, as his expression never changed. Yet, if you dared to look carefully enough, you could catch a glimpse of his pupils swelling as they drank you in.
You straightened up on your knees, waiting for another order. Usually he would just have you stand and clean yourself up at the sink in the corner of the cell. Yet, as he walked around you, he pulled his undershirt from his body before tossing it to you with a gruff "wipe off."
His cock was still hard and dripping with what was left of his seed, before he stopped to stand behind you.
The muscles of his thick thighs strained as he steadied himself, and his heavy boots hit the cement hard with each step.
You did as first instructed and wiped away his spendings from your face and breasts before setting the clothes on the floor by your side, and you waited until another order was called out.
"Bend forward, on your hands," he called out from behind you.
It was a new command, and you followed as best as you could, bending yourself over and pressing your hands to the cold floor. When his knees dropped behind yours, you knew it was time for a new form of conditioning. Especially as his hand slipped between your thighs to spread your knees apart.
You had assumed it was only a matter of time until you would be completely broken in, but that realization did nothing to steady the unease buring into your stomach.
At least he had the forethought to warn you as the cold metal of his thumb brushed along your now exposed core.
"My budem ispol'zovat' eto otverstiye, a takzhe. (We will use this hole as well.)" he said as his head tilted at the sight of his fingers moving effortlessly through your dewy folds. He wasn’t one to play with his food, but he didn’t expect you to already be wet. It was a hidden shame that you would greatly ignore, but it would prove useful now.
His fleshy finger entered you first, feeling your pristine core wrap tightly around it. You have to hold your breath once he pulls his digit away, only to push two inside. You were nowhere near ready for this, having been unbroken before being given to him, but you stood firm on your locked joints as your knees dug into the hard cement floor.
His hand leaves your body as he aligns himself with you, and you suck in a deep breath when you feel the head prod at your core.
The Soldat leaned his body over yours as his metal arms snaked under yours. His teeth were dangerously close to your skin as he gritted out a graveled "kak dolgo ty mozhesh' derzhat' svoy golos, kotenok? (How long can you hold your voice, kitten?)"
He never asked you questions anymore, speaking only in absolutes as he bent you to his commands.
Would this be a challenge? Were you allowed to not accept it?
You could feel him push on the bubble of pressure that had built up in your lungs as you held in a cry. He was only halfway inside as your walls fought to push him out.
He ground his teeth as he growled out a gruff "tugoy (tight)" against your neck as he quickly tore you open on his cock.
His flesh hand slid under your other arm to meet his metal one, before they both slid over your neck to lock his arms over your shoulders for leverage as he pulled your upper body off the floor and drove the rest of his cock inside of you.
You felt every ounce of air being forced out of your lungs, and your knees slid along the floor as you were no longer holding your own weight, but you didn’t scream. Even when the tears started to bubble out, you didn’t make a single sound aside from your own labored breathing.
When he started to pull himself from your core, you had to bite your fucking tongue as he dragged his cock along your newly torn walls. When he thrusted back into you, you couldn’t hold your voice in anymore. Your cries were made to echo throughout the room as your body jolted with each of his movements.
He pulled himself out of your soft, wet heat until the tip was all that was left inside. You wailed through your teeth as his grip on your entire upper body tightened, and a low growl was heard from him as he pressed his lips to the back of your neck. "Tvoya pizda vsegda budet pomnit' formu moyego chlena. (Your cunt will always remember the shape of my cock.)"
He brought his hips forward to collide against your ass with an audible slap, his steely cock slamming into the back of your cunt hard enough to send a louder cry past your teeth. You were lifted almost off the ground, leaving your knees to only graze the floor.
The damn had broken, and as a thin rivlet of blood trailed down your thigh to drip to the cold floor, your pained voice bounced and echoed around the both of you. It made you dizzy as the pain began to numb your body, and the tickle of something hotter blossomed in your core as he drove himself into your aching channel.
Even the cries melted into something more unnaturally flowery, something sweeter and more pleasing to him. When he felt your core twist and squeeze around him, he knew what he was starting to do to you.
He turned his head to take the shell of your ear between his teeth and growled into your hot skin, "Davay, Kotenok, krik. (Come on, kitten, cry.)"
You didn’t expect to melt around him when his voice vibrated through your skin. Yet, just as he demanded, you cried out into the small and sterile room.
You tightened around him until you felt every ridge, and every muscle of his cock as he tore along your inner walls until it made his cock begin to throb and twitch within you.
The Soldat's loud voice boomed over you with "Konchi dlya menya, kotenok. Konchi na chlen svoyego soldata. (Cum for me, kitty. Cum on your soldier's cock.)" and it set your body on edge to the point that you were screaming and squirming in his tight, immovable hold.
He wound that tight little spring hidden in your belly until it finally snapped apart all over him, making you cry out in a broken, "Nyet, Nyet!"
His climax accompanied yours, making you feel it as he filled your core full, as you twitched around him.
He untangled your limbs from his as he set you to the floor with uncharacteristic gentleness.
The shock of the cold floor felt like it nearly burned your skin as you tried to catch your breath. He was still on his knees above you as he let you have a moment's rest when he slid his metal finger along your forehead to wipe away the stray hairs that clung to your sweaty skin.
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acriminalmind · 1 year
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Sucker For You
Dark Bucky Barnes x Fem Reader
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Summary: Bucky uses Hydra tech to manipulate you into being an addict for his cock.
Warnings: dark Bucky, mind manipulation, smut, oral (Bucky receiving), slight handjob, cum feeding, use of activation words, nudity, manipulation, pet names (doll, baby), praise.
Enjoy!
Bucky and you had been assigned to a recon mission of a small Hydra base in Romania.
As you were flying off with the quinjet you were seated in the back reading over the file Steve had given you. Bucky had taken his place on the pilot seat. Without you noticing he was watching you from the rearview with a certain darkness in his eyes. He and Sam were supposed to be on this mission, but Bucky had managed to convince Steve to switch Sam with you, saying you were a better fit for this as a former spy. Steve didn't have to think long about the proposal and soon agreed. Sam wasn't bumped about being pulled off of the mission because now he had the time to work on his suit and gadgets.
Five minutes before landing Bucky stood up and walked over to you, taking a seat next to you so your knees were touching. Both of you talked over the plan one last time before the quinjet landed. In silence and with a loaded gun in your hands, you sneaked towards the grey building that was located in the middle of a forest. After making sure the coast was clear you and Bucky walked in opposite directions, him covering the right side of the building and you the left side. His eyes never left your moving figure. Soon…he thought, while a dirty smirk was plastered on his face.
Fifteen minutes in and you had found a room filled with files, each of them carrying the symbol of Hydra. Before you could walk inside in search of useful information you were knocked out cold.
Bucky wiped off the blood from his gun before he lifted your motionless body from the ground and walked to a small lab in the back of the building. He strapped you onto the metal brainwash chair in the middle, making sure that if you were to wake up you wouldn't be able to free yourself. He placed a soft kiss on your forehead before he took his place behind the controls.
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When you woke up you were in the med bay of the Avengers compound strapped to an IV bag. Ripping the needle out of your arm you stood up from the bed and walked over to the big window. It was dark outside. The bright moon stood high in the sky and was surrounded by hundreds if not thousands of stars. As you stared out of the window you tried to think back to the mission and what had happened to you to put you in the med bay, but you couldn't seem to remember anything that happened after you discovered the file room and were about to walk in. A sudden headache made you grab your head and as you did you discovered a bump on the side. Strange. Before you could think anything more of it the door to the med bay opened and in walked Bucky. He closed the door behind him and due to the lack of light in the room you didn't see him locking it. You greeted him, but he didn't say anything back. He just stood there, looking at you. Minutes passed as he just stood in front of the door looking at you with a gaze you hadn't seen before. It had a darkness to it. It made you feel uneasy. "Bucky, what are you doing?" Again he stayed silent, but now he took a step forward, making you take a step backward in return. "Bucky, please stop. I-I don't like this." He kept walking forward while you kept walking backward, but your attempted escape was soon stopped as your back hit the window you were gazing out not long ago.
He soon had you trapped in between the glass and his muscular body. You tried to look away from his intense gaze as tears started to pool in your eyes.
With brute force, he grabbed your jaw and turned your face so you were forced to look at his. Closing your eyes you hoped all of this was just a nightmare and soon you would wake up. "Open those pretty eyes for me, doll," he says with a faux sweet voice, but you refuse and keep them close. "Keeping them close won't make me go away. I'm asking one more time, open your eyes for me." The hidden threat made you slowly open them, but your eyes stayed on the floor. "Good girl" The praise unwillingly makes you blush. His strong hand moves from your jaw to cup your cheek. A few minutes that feel like hours in dead silence go by and his gaze never leaves your face. "You're probably wondering what happened on the mission." This sentence catches your attention, so you look up at him with your tear-filled eyes and furrowed brows. "What did you do to me?" You ask him with anger and uncertainty lacing your voice, not sure if you want to know the answer. You wince when Bucky lets out a dark laugh, showing his bright white teeth. He brings his other hand to cup your other cheek. "I made you into what I deserve after all the hell I've been put through all my life. With just a simple activation you'll be on your knees for me ready to please." The tears are now streaming down your face as you shake your head and whisper no repeatedly. Bucky wipes the tears away with his thumbs as he shushes you. "Don't cry, pretty girl. I know you will enjoy it as much as I will, maybe even more. It will be all okay. Don't try to fight it because that won't work." Your soft sobs fill the room as Bucky kisses the top of your head. When he looks at you again he smiles sweetly. "Now, listen to me carefully, doll. Daddy needs his good little cocksucker." Your eyes turn glassy and your mouth opens wide as you sink to your knees. Fumbling with the belt before unbuttoning his pants and lowering them. His growing erection pushes against his grey boxers. Your mouth is starting to water at the sight. Fast you hook your fingers underneath the fabric to pull it down. His hard cock slaps against his covered stomach. Pre cum is leaking down his shaft. staining the black colored fabric of his shirt. Bucky's eyes darken at the sight below him. With one hand you grab his shaft and stroke it carefully. Looking up at the man you're kneeling for you bring your face closer to his throbbing member to lick the tip.
A loud grunt leaves the soldier's mouth when your lips wrap around him and slowly take his large member inside your mouth. Hollowing your cheeks you take more and more of him inside your mouth. With his metal hand, he grabs your hair, pulling it together into a makeshift ponytail to hold on to. "Such a good girl taking all of daddy's cock inside her little mouth. It feels like heaven." You let out a satisfied hum sending fibrations, making Bucky let out another sinful sound while he breaks eye contact and throws his head back. When you hit his pubic bone with your nose he stills your movements, taking in the feeling of the first time he is inside your mouth, happy knowing that this won't be the last time.
Bucky looks back down at you with a satisfied smile. "Daddy is gonna fuck your throat now, dolly. Open wide up and don't move." You open up your mouth as far as possible as he starts to move his hips. He starts with a slow pace, but he soon loses his patience and starts to trust harder, hitting the back of your throat with each thrust. Your eyes fill with tears as you gag around his cock. "Good girl, such a good fucking girl for daddy," he grunts. One of your hands cups his balls while the other is placed underneath his shirt to keep yourself steady.
His cock twitches inside your mouth signaling you that he's about to reach his peak. "Get ready, baby. Daddy's about to cum. Gonna fill up your mouth good." Another few thrusts and you feel his juices shoot down your throat, filling your mouth. Bucky lets out an animalistic sound as he stills himself inside you. He watches as his cum starts to drip from the corners of your mouth. He slips himself out of your mouth and pushes his cock back inside his boxers before pulling his pants back up. With his thumb, he wipes the cum that had leaked out away to bring it back into your mouth. You wrap your lips around his thumb to clean it. "Swallow," he orders. You do as you're told and swallow it all before opening your mouth to show him you obeyed him, not that you had a choice.
He cups your cheek and gives you a sweet smile, "Look at you, such a good obedient girl. You're gonna do such a good job helping me relax when I need to." You lean into his hand as you smile innocently at him. "Now, let's get you to bed, shall we?" You nod and he helps you to your feet. He holds your hand as he walks you to his room instead of yours, but you're too out of it to notice. Bucky locks the door behind him so no one can unwantedly disturb him. "Daddy is gonna undress you now, baby." You watch him as he helps you out of your clothes. When he pulls down your underwear and sees a wet spot he chuckles. With the fabric, he wipes your sticky parts clean, not in the mood to give you your pleasure. You're there for his pleasure, not the other way around. Bucky throws your underwear in the bin standing in the corner of his room. "I don't want you to wear clothes anymore, doll. You look so much prettier in the nude. Tomorrow I will clean out your room and get rid of all your clothing." This was a tactic he had learned at Hydra to force someone into a state of submission. He knew that like with him there were gonna be moments you would snap out of the mind control and for those moments he would force you into your submissive state with some old-school manipulation. He undid himself of his clothes and places them neatly folded into a drawer. Bucky walked back to you and places a sweet kiss on your forehead. "I love you so much, doll." "I love you too, daddy." He knew that when you woke up you would think the opposite. It's a good thing that his room was soundproof. Soon he would take you far away from here to one of his secret hideouts in Europe where you and him could live together in peace. Bucky bent down and pulled a human size dog bed from underneath his bed. He looked you in the eye and pointed down, "Lie down doll. It's time to get some rest. Tomorrow you can continue pleasuring me as you were meant to do." Laying down on the pink bed you curled into yourself. Bucky grabbed one of your wrists and with cuffs, he bounded you to his bed so you couldn't escape. With a happy but tired voice you said, "Sleep tight, daddy." He bent down and gave you a goodnight kiss, "Sweet dreams, my good little cock sucker." With that said you broke out of the mind control.
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nickfowlerrr · 2 years
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pretty when you cry
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pairing: dark!biker!bucky x curvy!reader (dark!soulmate au)
Dead Dove: Do Not Eat. This is a DARK series!!! Please proceed with abundant caution! Read ALL warnings. 18+ ONLY.
updated: 05/01/23
prologue
chapter one
chapter two
—-*i’d stop here if you’re not interested in the redemption/romance*—-
chapter three
chapter four
chapter five
bucky’s interlude
chapter six
chapter seven
chapter eight
chapter nine
chapter nine - bucky
chapter ten
chapter eleven
chapter twelve (a)
chapter twelve (b)
chapter thirteen
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drabbles/one shots:
steve’s soulmate
just trying to help
drinks 🍹
date night
destiny rules
the thrill of it all
angel in hiding. devil in disguise.
say cheese 🎄
new memories 🎄
gifts 🎄
cookies crumbled 🎄
bad day
regrets
hurt
pretty when you cry (what if)
bet
knight in leather armor
it’s brighter now
his favorite pillow
“innocent” menace bucky
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buckyalpine · 6 months
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Look, proceed with caution. Things are not always as they seem. Dirty. Nasty. Filthy. Dark. All the smut. Imagine Dr. James Barnes, highly known and well respected in his profession, devilishly handsome and so young compared to others in the same field of work.
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"Dr. Barnes will see now" The red head at the front desk beckoned you to the room, directing you to sit on the large reclining examination chair.
"Y/n?" James strode into the office, offering a warm smile before sitting at his desk to look over your file. He nods before coming over to you again, going through the motions of checking your heart, breathing and blood pressure first. "It says you've been experiencing some lower abdominal pain?"
"Y-yes-um, lower, lower than that" You mumble out as he lightly prods at your stomach to pin point where you're feeling discomfort. You had been too embarrassed to specify where you felt cramping. You really just needed someone to prescribe you something stronger than a Tylenol.
"Are you sexually active?"
"No" You shook your head, feeling your cheeks heat up, holding back a whimper when a wave of pain made you feel like doubling over.
"Alight, I’ll examine your pelvic floor and I’ll take a blood test just to be safe. Put this robe on and then lie back for me and place your legs on the stirrups"
Your eyes grew wide at the flimsy gown he gave you, slipping it on in the bathroom, before making your way back. You’d never felt so exposed, desperately wishing you could close your legs, heat blossoming at your core when you saw him slip on gloves.
"You may feel a little discomfort but it's normal" He reassured you, applying gel to his finger tips before prodding his fingers to your entrance, the sudden coolness making you gasp.
He continued to push his fingers in, pressing against your walls, curling them, hitting a spot that nearly made you scream.
“Does that hurt?” He asked out of concern seeing your eyes glossed over, though you shook your head.
It felt good.
So good.
You struggled to bite back a whimper that nearly escaped, wishing you could stop your arousal pooling out of you the more his fingers stretched you. He shoved them all the way in before drawing them back out, your sticky slick neatly dripping onto his palm.
He hummed, using his other hand to press down on your belly making the feeling of his fingers even more prominent, your cunt starting the flutter and clench around his fingers.
You wanted to die from embarrassment at the sounds that wanted to escape, a different kind of heat starting to spread through your thighs, making your pussy feel tighter and more sensitive.
“Let me just- Without warning, he started thrust his hand, adding a third finger, pumping in and out of you till you nearly ripped the plastic from the chair from your grip alone. You felt so close, so close to something you couldn’t describe, chasing a feeling you wanted over and over again.
“D-dr. Barnes” you stuttered out, nearly squealing when he flicked your clit with his thumb before rubbing tight circles onto your bundle of nerves. “Dr. Barnes!!!”
“It’s okay, almost done” he gave you a soft smile but something in his eyes darkened as they fell to your sopping hole, his fingers moving wildly until blinding pleasure took over and you let out the scream you’d been holding in. Your juices dripped onto the table, sweat covering your body, hardly feeling the same cloth he wiped you down with.
“Your prescription should be at the front to help with the cramping” he helped you onto your shaky feet, chucking when you nearly lost your balance.
“We’ll schedule another check up for next week”
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So fuckin' tight
Bucky was glad he had his white coat on or you would’ve seen his erection pressed painfully against his slacks. He didn’t need to examine anything to know what was wrong but he couldn’t help it, not with those soft doe eyes you kept batting.
As soon as you spread your legs open, he couldn’t help but get more greedy. He fully intended on just checking on you but every time you bit back a whimper, he needed more. He saw the way your eyes rolled back, the way you were soaking his hand.
Your hope shifted to chase more of them and who was he to deny you.
That button between your legs was too tempting. He told himself not to, he couldn’t go that far but he could feel you craving it and any semblance of control he had went out the window. He couldn’t just leave your cute little button untouched when it was so pretty and swollen.
He nearly came in his pants as soon as he started to play with it, working you up till you were creaming on his fingers. His jaw hardened, breathing through his nose to keep his composure as his cock started to throb, thick ropes of cum soaking his pants.
He was addicted to you.
Maybe next time he’d take care of you using his cock. Convince you only his fat thick length would make his bunny feel better. He’d have you spread out on the table again, pushing the head in to warm you up.
He’d promise his cream would make you feel good. His cum was special, you needed all of his juices and he’d give you every drop. He’d fuck you and stretch you till you were in tears, pumping you with load after load.
He pulled his semi hard, cum soaked cock out of his pants, locking the door before furiously jerking himself off again, needing to calm down before his next appointment.
He couldn’t wait for next week.
I’m so sorry, I wrote this on my break, back to work.
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angelltheninth · 2 years
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To Have and to Take
Pairing: Hydra!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader
Tags: nsfw, smut, rough oral, fingering, blowjobs, clit stimulation, overstimulation, crying, sex work, hair-pulling, rough sex, possessive sex, slight dumbification of Reader, dark Bucky
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Word count: 1.6k
A/N: I've been really looking forward to this one. I love dark Bucky content. The prompt for this one was 'used for pleasure' with Bucky Barnes. If you want more of my 5k event fics you can go to my wholesome or to my darker list.
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There were plenty of satisfied costumers that came and went, a lot of interesting people that you've meet, a lot of them made you come plenty of times in one night. Some of them loved sharing you. Not Bucky. He hated the very thought of others having you, of making you feel the way he makes you feel.
Which is why he always made it his personal mission to make you fall apart from his tongue, fingers and cock as many times as he can whenever he visits. And he's been visiting a lot lately.
You don't even know how many orgasms you've had already, they all seem to blur together now, yet Bucky's cock is still rock hard and pulsing in your slightly numb mouth.
"Deeper. Take it deeper, let me fuck your throat." His hand tightened its grip on your hair, "At least follow simple orders. You can do that for me can't you?" His eyes stared into yours as he bent his knees and made you gag as the tip of his touched the back of your throat.
He took a deep breath through his nose and let out a growl as he proceeded to fuck your mouth, his balls smacking against your chin as your eyes welled up with tears.
That only seemed to spur him on, a small smirk tugging on the corner of his mouth.
He pulls back abruptly, making you gasp for air and cough, spit and cum dripping down your chin as well as his stiff length. Your eyes couldn't help but follow the trail of white cum dripping down his cock.
"Craving it again?" His warm hand grabbed your chin, his thumb pushing the cum back into your mouth, "Were you that lonely while I was away?"
You decided to be a little bit cheeky, "Not at all. But you know you're one of my favorites." This did two things. One it made his chest puff out with pride at the praise and acknowledgement. And two, it made him angry that you had others while he was away.
Logically it made sense to him of course. It was part of your job. But that never stopped him of being possessive, of asserting his claim on you whenever he could.
"Is that so? How shameless of you. But I shouldn't expect any better from a slut like you." Despite his harsh words there was something almost gentle in the way his hand cupped your cheek, it made you lean your cheek into his palm. "If you insist on being a whore, then I should fuck you like one."
You couldn't help but chuckle, "Isn't that what you've been doing for the past few hours." You gestured to the pool of white cum beneath you.
"Not even close. I've holding myself back." His eyes darkened, his pupils almost completely blacking out the rest of his eyes. You knew that look very well by now.
It was actually hard to believe you got to that point with him.
Only one look from Bucky and you knew to take your place on the bed and present for him, to spread your legs for him and wait. There were times where he didn't even talk to you, he just fucked you against every plat surface he could find, with the only sounds being moans, growls, whimpers, his name falling breathlessly against his lips, the lewd, sinful sounds of his cock hammering away into your needy hole, stuffing you full.
When he got like this, you knew not to speak unless he asked you a question. Now was the time to behave. To be nothing more than his fucktoy and take his cock however he gives it to you. He was the only one who treated you like this. And you craved it so much, your arousal evident in the way your cunt clenched around nothing, pushing more of his cum out, making it stain the sheets again.
Bucky didn't seem to like that very much. He ran his hand over his forehead, his wet hair getting even more messy as he walked over to you and pushed two cold fingers inside of you. It felt so different from his normal hand, cold steel probing hot flesh, "There we go, back where it belongs." You nibbled on your lip when he curled his fingers inside of you, "But my fingers aren't what you want. You want my hard cock, for me to give you even more cum until your cunt is overflowing with it."
He didn't tell you to speak yet so all you could do was angle your hips better, showing him how much you wanted it. You didn't miss the way his dick twitched, you knew it wanted to be inside you. Maybe you could tease him just a little more.
Your fingers found your clit, pressing it in slow, tight, deliberate circles. Your body reacted immediately, already overstimulated from before. He didn't have to feel you clenching around him, he could see it, the way your body reacted, the way your hand fisted into the slightly damp sheets.
The pace at which he moved, you knew it's part of what earned him his reputation as one of Hydra's best soldiers, their deadly weapon, fast and precise, knowing just the angle for his cock to hit his target and make you squirt.
Thank god you were already beyond stretched out and dripping wet or else his thrusts would definitely be uncomfortable, but now they provided nothing but mind-numbing euphoria. Your fingers faltered on your clit, unable to keep up the pace.
"So desperate." His hands pressed into your thighs and pulled you closer, impaling you with such force that it made your eyes roll and a few stray tears escape your eyes from the shock. "So beautiful. You're beautiful like that. When you're full of my cock, my cum, so fucking horny you can't even thinking about anything but me fucking you. It's the sight I look forward to the most in my visits." His cock twitches and pulses, his hips smacking against yours faster, "Be sure to remember this well. Remember and know that the next person who comes in here can't do the things I do, can't give you even a fraction of the pleasure I can."
Bucky's hips started hammering in and out of you, eager to empty his cum into you. It only spurred him on when you locked your legs around his lower back, when you clenched your cunt around his dick, trying to take him in deeper.
There was almost no warning when he came, his cum filling you up to the brim. Yet he didn't falter even for a moment, if anything he fucked you even harder, making sure every drop of cum ended up in your cunt.
"Oh fuck." You arched into him, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as your orgasm crashes over you, your pussy clamping down around Bucky's dick, not wanting to let him go anytime soon. And by the looks of it he had no intention of leaving, "You feel incredible when you're filling me up."
"What's this now? I didn't give you permission to speak, did I?" You shook your head, "Then be a good whore, lay there, shut up and take my cock until I'm done."
Even with his tone you could tell he enjoyed your words. They gave him incentive, they drove him mad, him, the man everyone feared. Your words, your praise had the power to drive him absolutely wild, to lose himself in the pleasure.
It gave way to another wave of cum shooting from his cock, thick ropes spilling inside you from his throbbing cock.
"Good girl. You're taking it so well. You're such a good fuckdoll, every time I come here you're just... so damn ready for me. The way you take my cock, the way you clench around me, show me more, show me what that cunt can do." At his command you clenched tight around him, keeping a vice grip on his cock, making it slightly harder for him to pull out, "That's it. That's a good, tight cunt, taking me so deep."
Bucky leaned in and pressed his lips against yours, his tongue prying your mouth open, your orgasms bleeding and crashing into each other in a spiral of pleasure.
You hugged him close, both your bodies shaking, your head swimming in a fog as Bucky's body covered yours. "Can you... roll us over?" You took deep breaths as Bucky planted kiss after kiss on your marked neck.
With a grunt he obliged, his cock still snug inside your cunt, exactly where it belonged, along with his cum.
"I'll give you an hour. Use it well." His hands settled on your back, his lips against your forehead in his rare display of affection and gentleness, "Then I'm going to use you."
"I'm gonna charge you so much for this." You joked as you snuggled into his embrace, enjoying the intimacy while you can.
"Then I better make it worth it." By some miracle his cock gave another throb. This man had more stamina than any person you've ever been with. He always left you aching and sore and so damn full. And you always found yourself looking forward to Bucky's next visit.
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highonmarvel · 11 months
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You Can Cry
Bucky Barnes: Biker!Bucky takes a liking to a sensitive girl. 18+ only!
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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.
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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.
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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 · 17 days
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Pairing: Lewd Sadist Daddy!Bucky Barnes | Shy and whiny!You. 
Warning(s): Use of vibrator, d/s dynamics, power imbalance, biting, dark undertones, stimulation torture, dacryphilia, nipple play, meanie Bucky, possessive Bucky age gap (lmfao). Do not repost my works in any way, or use my ideas without permission. Minors do not interact.
Your Daddy cannot get his hands off of you. 
"Daddy, please!" You whine as one of your scrunched up fists wobble against his hard chest. "Stoppie, please~!" You draw out your words as you pout into your laptop to try and focus on your homework. 
But your boyfriend has other plans.
Of the naughty sort. 
Half a smirk tugs at Bucky's lips as he leans on one elbow besides you, long legs curling near the bedpost of his bed to keep them from dangling. His dark and shiny strands are sprinkled across one side of his face due to how he is nuzzling it in the crook of your neck. 
"Oh, come on, baby" his velvet voice akin to that of The Serpent coos in your ear, shiny Vibranium arm dipping between your thighs that had managed to wriggle away from it once more. "You can always do this silly little stuff later, baby~" your back arches as another whine leaves you as a reaction to the digging of his teeth in the soft skin of your shoulder. "Let's have some fun~" oh, but you couldn't. 
You had to submit this marked assignment within the next hour. 
And your mean Daddy knew that very well. 
An actual cry left you this time around as you felt his metal fingers graze against the wet spot of your lace panties that you wore under your skirt. 
He preferred you in either those or dresses.
"I can't!" The laptop dangled to the side as your legs violently twitched when one of his inhuman fingers tore their way into the sheer material to make contact with your desperate flesh. "Please!" You were on the verge of tears and his smirk that you could feel was growing against your skin was only scaring you more. "You know I can't!"
"Oh, come onnn~" Bucky's soft lips peppered kisses along the frame of your shoulders before they traveled down to your silk blouse, voice nearly a lull. "You're smart, baby. You'll make up for the marks you'll lose" you had to turn your head to look at him for that one. 
He couldn't be serious! 
Though before you could even attempt to hold your ground, his vibranium fingers glided over your soaking cunt and hot tongue dragged across your clothed nipple. The stimulation erected it instantly and the lack of bra only helped. 
You weren't allowed to wear those when you were alone with him. 
You shivered out a breathy moan as your priorly furrowed eyebrows drooped up pleadingly. Bucky's blue eyes peeked at you through his lashes as he repeatedly jabbed your covered nub with the hard tip of his tongue.
"Daddy!" You pouted as you tried to turn away, fingers curled around the sides of your laptop. "Y- You're so mean!" Your back twitched when one of his fingers prodded your small opening. "D- Don't have the t- timey!" Sweat broke out on your skin as your throat dried up. 
Bucky tsked when you stubbornly tried to type once more, shaking his head in disapproval as he sat up straighter to reach your ear. "Bad little girl" despite the scarce minutes ticking nearer to your doom, you couldn't help but bite your lip and clench around air while anticipating carnal invasion by the tip of his finger. "Doesn't know how to respect her Daddy" the involuntary dig of your elbow to his broad chest did not bother him in the slightest as your limbs spasmed in response to his intimate touches. "Tsk" you cursed as you backspace-d again, feeling your nose tingle and tears prick your eyes. "Must be taught her place" your lips fell agape with a gasp when his sharp teeth latched onto your earlobe and only dragged away centimeter by centimeter when you let out a pleading whine. 
But then he disappeared from your side all of a sudden, taking all the friction and touch with him. Your bottom lip curled out in frustration because you found yourself instantly missing his body heat. But fifteen marks were a number too big for your pristine academic record and so you tried to focus. 
Only a few moments passed as you uneasily shifted in the pool your Daddy had caused in your now torn panties, biting your lip to concentrate on the words you kept typing only to erase them soon after. You heard some shuffling behind you by the bedside and then the smooth zoom of the tiny rollers of the drawer sounded behind you. 
The bed dipped besides you again as you heard Bucky sigh rather exaggeratedly. "Since you wanna ignore Daddy to play star student" your eyes involuntarily rolled in annoyance when you felt his vibranium arm dip between your legs again. He was not gonna let up, was he? But you sassy eyeroll was forced to morph into a widening of your eyes as a sharp gasp escaped you at what happened next. "Daddy will ignore you to have his fun~" Bucky purred in your ear, ignoring your shocked screams of his name and the loud buzzing of the massage wand that was now making your pussy lips tremble at the highest setting. 
Oh no. 
Your Daddy did not appreciate being ignored. 
And now he was going to remind you of that…
Thus, the torture began. 
Bucky refused to let you put the laptop down now, promising you everything from spanking and edging to other punishments that you absolutely hated if you did. He kept the apparatus of your torture at its lethal pace as he dug it into the sides of your thighs, above your cunt and into your navel but not where you needed it most.
"Daddy, please!" Tears stained your cheeks as you begged, trying to move away and close your legs but the grip he had on one of your hips kept you still against his body. "Please!" He only hummed and licked your tears away. "I c- can't!"
"Oh, but baby" he was deaf to your sobs. "I thought you needed to complete your homework within the next hour" your chest shook as he suddenly buzzed your cunt with the smooth head of the toy now, the sudden influx of brief stimulation making you jump up in shock. "There, there, now" his teeth dug in your shoulder again to nail you down as he grazed the vibrator against the inside of your thigh. "Let's not popcorn around now, yeah?" And then you were forced to do exactly that when the buzzing cup of silicone jabbed into your flesh again but before anything could build, you were deprived of the friction. 
"Please!" The computer screen wobbled and bubbled in your vision as you tried to blink your tears away, desperate to plead your case with your eyes by turning your head but you had been ordered not to.
Because homework comes first… right? 
So now you were to do exactly that. 
"That's what I am saying, baby bunny" the wand vanished from between your legs to appear against the damp patch he had left over your nipple. "Please," he mocked you by imitating your whine with a strong buzz-shock of the wand. "Finish your assignment, it's clearly very important to you" a frustrated sob escaped you as the head of the vibrator now jabbed into your other boob. He was seriously not making this a competition when he knew that he was the only one who owned your mind, body and soul!
Just because you were on good terms with the handsome professor since you were a good student didn't mean you preferred him to your Daddy! 
And that also didn't mean that you could just start playing with Daddy and not worry about submitting the homework on time! 
Your Daddy was too possessive and cut-throat when it came to you!
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This is what happens when I am forced to study for a stupid quiz. Also, I remember posting this the other day. Wtf happened?
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barnes-n-nobles · 2 years
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Green Thoughts (DARK! BUCKY)
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Request: Can you make a dark! Bucky but in the 40s. After the war he meets reader and becomes obsessed with her. If you could put some housewife kink it would be great.
YES!! We love this!! Something’s might be off relating to the 1940s but we’re gonna pretend that it functioned and existed in that time lol
Thank you for your request! Please reblog, like, and let me know what you think!
Warnings: noncon smut, mentally unstable Bucky, possessive, toxic, obsessive behavior, stalker, incredibly jealous, semi public sex, knife play, a sprinkle of  Daddy/kitten dynamic
18+ !!!! If you “keep reading” you are acknowledging that you are 18+ and that you have read the warnings.
Please Do not translate, no permission to repost any of my writing on any other platform, and do not copy this and claim it as your own.
Bucky was finally back home in Brooklyn after the war, oh how he missed seeing the morning adorn this beloved borough. Heading up to his old home he watched as everyone was rushing to get to their jobs and or schools. When he finally arrived he entered,  dropped his things and going straight to the shower. During that time he wondered what it would be like to come home to a pretty little wife, a partner to share this space with, someone to have all three meals a day with, a companion for the rest of his life. He would have fun with women here and there but he never felt the need to settle down with them. He never felt the presence of the one. 
As he tossed and turned in bed, he got irritated and decided to go down to the local laundromat since his washer was broken. At least he could try to be somewhat productive. As he gathered his things, his mind wandered to what would be his future wife. She would do this for him, she would iron his clothes, fold them nice and neat. Treat him like a king, love him unconditionally as the perfect wedding ring sat in her left hand. He promised to god how he would love her for everything and anything that she did for him. He was already falling in love with his future wife without even meeting her. Talk about down bad.
Walking in he went to the furthest washer and started shoving his clothes in, dropping the detergents inside. Bucky sat down and started to read the newspaper as the machine started, reading mindlessly before you walked in. The door bell rang, making him lower his paper, and there you were, humming and singing a song that had been stuck in your head since you heard it.
https://open.spotify.com/track/3Ne18erT7yUpOaxjnVgmty?si=6c14f891fc5f499e
“You'd be so nice, you'd be paradise
To come home to and love”
Bucky instantly recognized the song, it was called You’d be so nice to come home to by Vera Lynn.
Bucky instantly recognized you. You were the daughter of the local baker. He always had a little crush on you but he didn’t even make a move since he knew he was going into the military. But when he laid his eyes on you again, his heart fluttered, the perfect song for the perfect moment. He stood there, watching your beautiful figure pass by him with out noticing him. It was like a movie, your beauty was unlike anything he’d ever seen. You were so different, so graceful, perfect, just how he wanted. As you continued your own thing, you reached into your bag for the detergents, but upon looking further, you totally forgot to bring it. “Oh no” you muttered closing your eyes and touching your forehead. You had came all this way and now you had to go all the way back. Bucky knew that tone all too well, so he decided to approach you, “Excuse me dear I-”
“oh thank God! I thought I was doomed. Would you happen to have some extra detergent Sir?” You giggled, “I’m ashamed to say that I forgot my own back home!” You interrupted, gently placing your hand on his arm.
Bucky couldn’t help but smile and even chuckle at your silliness. You were outgoing and not very polite but at the same time you were, it was intriguing. “Actually I do, here, take the rest” he handed you the little bottle while you beamed in gratitude, “Thank you so much! You really saved me today. Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t even catch your name?” you asked pouring through the contents into your load. “James” he responded, his smile unable to subside. When you looked up at him, you started to really pay attention to his features. He seemed so familiar. He had the most beautiful eyes, a perfect face and a bright white smile, broad shoulders, his hair nice and well kept. He just exhumed confidence, which made him that much more attractive. He extended his hand out, your own mirroring his to shake it, “Y/n, a pleasure to meet you James” you added, making him smile as he brought up your hand to his lips, kissing it lightly, “Pleasures all mine, Doll” he murmured, not breaking eye contact from the moment he placed his lips on you to the moment that he straightened up.
“You can actually call me Bucky too if you’d like. My full name is James Buchanan Barnes but my close friends call me Bucky” he added, his hand still holding your own. It was rare when you felt nervous but for some reason he made you feel that way. Your eyes darted to another place, and you stepped in that direction to avoid his lingering gaze, “Bucky…hmm that sounds so familiar..wait aren’t you THE Bucky that would come into my dads bakery all the time?? Oh my gosh!!! Are you also the Bucky that fought alongside captain America?!” your tone heightening. James turned around to make sure that no one’s was nearby before answering, he didn’t want the extra attention, “Yeah I am, but if you don’t mind keeping that last part between you and me that would be amazing. As ironic as this sounds I like to be treated normally, without the fame and such” he answered, leaning against a folding counter. The way his big arms flexed was mesmerizing, you wondered how they would feel around you. Gosh snap out of it! This was not the time nor place. Not to mention it was incredibly inappropriate on your part.
He noticed that your eyes lingered over his arms, making him flex them a bit. God you really had no shame. “Dont worry your secret is safe with me but it’s so good to see you again Buck”  You added giving him a nice big hug, but after you did it, your smile started to fade as you remembered why you couldn’t even dream to be this close to him.
Bucky noticed your change in body language, taking into account that your smile was no longer adorning your face, “Are you alright? Kinda lookin’ a little green around the gills there, Doll” he asked in confusion. “Yeah I’m totally fine, don’t worry” you replied placing your hand on his arm again, dragging it down quickly before you went to check on your clothes again. You had always been a touchy person so you didn’t even notice you were doing it but Bucky did. He was yearning for you to touch him again.
When he followed you, he noticed that you had a ring on. He froze, he didn’t want to be rude but it couldn’t hurt to ask, “That’s a nice ring…are you married?” He asked eyeing the ring with a hint of disgust. You weakly smiled looking at it, inspecting it before you spoke, you too looking at it with annoyance, “Not yet. It’s just a promise ring”
“Just a promise ring? Most ladies would be ecstatic about that” he assumed
You hummed, turning it around hiding the gem so it just looked like a plain silver ring, “My parents want me to marry him but he’s too…I’m sorry I shouldn’t even be venting about this to a total stranger” you sighed.
Bucky was desperate to hear more. He wanted to know what was wrong so that he could be there for you, comfort you, support you. He would settle for a friendship.
“Im not a stranger, remember? And besides It’s good to vent. I wouldn’t be able to tell anyone even if I wanted to, I have no true friends here. Your secrets are safe with me too” he winked making you giggle nervously.
“I appreciate it, but I really shouldn’t. He is to be my husband soon so there’s no point in complaining about it. It is what it is” you replied.
Bucky felt bold. Maybe it was his desperation and anger but he got closer to you nonetheless. Your feet stepped back until your waist hit a counter, “why don’t we get a cup of coffee together…it’ll help you feel more comfortable” his voice was low, soft, and so deep. He caged you in with his arms, his warm breath fanning over your face. He smelled so good, his cologne was sure to stay with you for the rest of the day. “J-James I-” you Stammered, but before you could say anything else he stepped away from you, his warmth no longer close to you. Why did you miss it already?
“Dont be nervous y/n, I won’t bite. We’re old friends, right? I got some things of my own that I would like to share with you so why don’t we go to the coffee shop that’s down the street.” He suggested with a smile.
“I don’t want to sound rude but….if anyone sees me with you, I could be in big trouble. I’m technically already promis-”
“But you’re not married” he cut you off, sounding a little irritated. He cleared his throat before continuing.
“This, my dear, is JUST a promise ring” he whispered taking your hand in his, slowly twisting the ring, “a promise that is only 50% likely to happen. You already don’t want to be with him, so…” he continued holding the ring and sliding it off your finger. You quickly retracted your hand, “Shush don’t say that! This isn’t right James, how would you feel if I was your wife and some other guy was trying to do the same thing you’re doing now” you exclaimed, poking his chest as the last 5 words escaped your lips.
He quickly turned you around, pressing his body against your back, his arms wrapping around your waist, forcing a chill down your back. His lips ghosted over your ear, his delightful scent embracing you again, “for one I wouldn’t give you a silly little promise ring, I would marry you immediately. Two, I wouldn’t let you go anywhere alone, these are dangerous times, Doll. If you were mine, I’d keep you nice and hidden for only my eyes to enjoy, so don’t ever ask me a such a ridiculous question like that”. Every single word went straight down to your pussy, his dominance was enticing, for a split second you wanted to risk it all for this man, but you had to remind yourself that this was wrong. Bucky was so forward, confident, attractive, and, your most favorite part, was that he exuded dominance.
Your promised man was Jarred. He was the complete opposite, he did not stir these emotions in you, he was no match for Bucky.
“Are you still with me?” He asked letting you go, “I want to hear what’s going through your head” he smirked. Fuck. Him. He is mesmerizing.
You looked down at your hand, noticing that the ring was gone, your eyes darted to the floor, scanning it quickly. Bucky raised his hand, showing you the ring, “It’s right here…but I won’t give it to you.”
You scrunched your eyebrows, “that’s enough James, I’d like my ring back”
“Go out with me first”
Your eyes widened, “are you crazy! I just told you that I’m-” Bucky cut you off by kissing you. His hand went up to your face, holding you in place as he moved his lips on yours. Your body was betraying you. Your lips melted right into his, going along with him and moving in sync. Before Bucky went any further, he broke the kiss, looking at you through half lidded eyes, “Now you HAVE to go out with me…or I’ll tell everyone what happened here” he threatened. You thought he was being funny so you chuckled, but he was dead serious.
“You’re so Crazy” you laughed but his serious manner didn’t falter, “I’ll go pick you up tomorrow night at 5pm”
“Bucky you’re insane! My parents would never let me go”
“Trust me they will. Be ready Doll, I don’t like to wait” he said before giving you a quick peck to the lips. “Oh and make sure to tell your parents about me today. It’s going to be a great help for tomorrow”
~Later that day-
When you got home from your errands you saw your family sitting on the couch looking a little out of sorts. They seemed almost sad. “Y/n, darling. Come sit, we need to talk”. Your heart started to race. Did Bucky say something already? That wasn’t right he said he wouldn’t unless you went out with him.
“What’s the matter?“ you asked nervously, crossing your arms, hiding your left hand that was missing the ring.
“We’ve got terrible news. Jarred…decided to pull out from the marriage agreement. He, um…He’s found someone else” your dad finished, looking at your mother who’s eyes were now filled with tears.
“O-oh..” you stuttered.
“But that’s no problem darling, we can find you someone else” he quickly added.
“Actually, I already knew that he was with someone else. I caught him a couple days ago” you lied, “S-so I went out to cry and stuff, and I ended up running into an old friend, do you guys remember Bucky? James Buchanan Barnes?” You asked carefully.
“James!! Of course we know him. He’s a national hero, is he back already? That’s great news, you hear that honey” your dad asked shaking your mom a bit, making her smile weakly.
“Yes, well he was actually comforting me and he’s also single so I figured we could go out and, get to know each other a little better” you suggested making your parents visibly happy.
“Of course! We need to find you a great husband and I think he would be the most divine choice” you mom added. This was way too easy, there was no way that this JUST happened out of no where. 
“I’m glad you two agree, because he will be here tomorrow at 5pm to take me out on a date” you quickly said, hoping to not arise suspicion. Your parent were already over the moon because you would be going out with a hero so they didn’t really care much. All the really cared about was that you were married and out of the house so that you could start your own family.
As the night came to an end you got into bed and started to think about Bucky. The way he embraced you, the way he kissed you. He was intoxicating. You wondered what would have happened if you allowed him to touch you further. Would he have stopped, would he have continued. The feeling started to come back, you pressed your thighs together as you thought about him, but you wanted to feel some more, so you ran your hand down, touching  yourself gently. You wondered how he would be in bed, would he be vanilla or rough. You hoped that he would be rough, feeling his strong hands grip you, his arms wrapping over your body as you moan in pleasure, “Mm Jamess” you softly groaned as you rubbed your clit faster.
You wondered if he would like the way that you moaned his name, would he moan yours too? You started to imagine his voice, telling you all the dirty things that he was going to do to you. Your imagination was going wild. But the only person who was actually going wild was Bucky, who was watching you from your window. He had just come to make sure you made it safely but then he decided to stay a little longer and just watch you from afar. Your bedroom was facing the backyard so no one was able to watch you like this but him. As soon as you started he decided to pull his dick out and join you. His thick cock was throbbing in his hands, seeing you do such a dirty thing made him want to break into your house and fuck you then and there. The more he thought about it, the more inclined he was to do it. Before he could cum, he let go of himself, grunting as his body tried to get him to release but he wouldn’t allow it. He wanted to see you, to touch you. There was no way you would say no, after all, you were so easily manipulated.
He tapped on your window slightly, at first you thought it was a bird but the tapping got more incessant. You turned your head and saw a figure in the window. You quickly got up, heading toward the window to see the person you were just fantasizing about. “Bucky?!” You whispered quickly opening the window. “What? What are you doing here?” You whispered/ yelled.
“Came to check on my Doll, may I come in?” He asked. You nodded and stepped aside to let him in. Making sure that your door was locked, you turned off your lights to fake that you were asleep. “Are you going to say hello?” He asked smiling as he stepped closer to you, but you took a step back subconsciously. “Wait! I’m kind of freaked out that you’re here right now” you exclaimed, making him roll his eyes and grab you before you could step further away from him. “Just shut up and kiss me” he whispered, pulling you more into him by your waist. You pressed your lips to him, making him moan in satisfaction, his hips jerked towards you making you feel his hardness.
Bucky wanted to deepen the kiss but you turned your face, “James, don’t get me wrong, I’m happy you’re here but can I ask you why?”.
He groaned in annoyance, “why can we talk about this later” he whispered not letting you go as he walked toward the bed, sitting down and making you go over his lap, your legs on either side of him. As he kissed your neck, you couldn’t help but moan, the strange feeling causing electrifying shocks to go through your body. “James~” you mewled as he grabbed your hair, pulling it down to have better access to your neck. “That’s right Doll, tell me who’s making you feel this good” he whispered running his hand down to your clothed clit. When he started to run you, he noticed that you were already wet, probably from the previous time that you were touching yourself. “I saw you touching yourself, my dirty little Doll. Can you tell me what you were thinking about”. His whispers were so mesmerizing, his deep low voice made you get shivers, you just wanted to hear it forever.
Your mind was debating wether or not to tell him. It was embarrassing but you also wanted to do whatever he said, “ When a Sargent speaks to you’re obligated to answer” he growled, flipping you over and slamming you down onto the mattress, “Must I teach you some manners, Doll?” he said grabbing your neck, squeezing it tightly.
“I’m-Mm- S-sorry” you choked out, making him smile before he let you go. “Answer me” he referred to his first question.
“You…I was thinking about you” you lowly confessed as you avoided his eyes. You could see his silver dog tag necklace around him, his collarbone poking out as he swallowed, his lips turning into a smirk. He was so erotic, and your body kept screaming for him. “Tell me more” he ordered, his eyes wanting to capture yours, but your submissiveness wouldn’t let you. He grabbed your cheeks and lifted your face up to him, “Look at me while I’m talking to you” he demanded, your eyes meeting his icy ones. So dominant, so masculine, so sexy. “I’m sorry Sargent Barnes” you sarcastically said but it made Buckys dick twitch in excitement. “I was just thinking about you, and how good it would feel to get intimate with you” finally answering the question that he so desperately needed.
“Really? And tell me how did you imagine me having you? Gentle, nice, soft, or rough, hard, and vile.” he cooed, slowly undressing himself. Panicking, you grabbed his hands stopping him, “wait! now?” you asked in agitation due to your parents being two doors down. He chuckled before he continued, moving onto your clothes next. “Dont worry baby, ill make you feel good” he whispered. His beautiful hands roamed over your body, slipping the shirt off, his hands going from your breast down to your side before landing at your hips where he slid your panties down. 
“I dont even know you like that Bucky, were not even dating” you added as you grabbed the blanket and covered yourself. He hung his head low, slowly shaking it from side to side. He gripped the blanket and ripped it off you, making you gasp. “But we will be tomorrow. You know you want this, and im dying to be inside you” he desperately confessed, getting in between your legs, his body pinning yours down as his lips touched yours. As he was making out with you, he kept thrusting his hips into you, his dick leaking precum, smearing it all over your clit as his tip rubbed past you over and over again. “Bucky, mmm stop” you moaned, your mind telling you no but your body reacting the complete. 
“dont ask me to stop, instead, tell me you dont want it” he groaned, slipping his dick inside your wet cunt. 
“AAH~” you moaned, but his hand flew up to your mouth, covering it to muffle your sounds. “as much as i want to hear how feral you're going with my dick inside you, you have to stay quiet babydoll. We dont want your parents to know that their good little girl has let in a complete stranger through the window and is getting pumped full of cock, now do we?” he chuckled darkly as you kept moaning into his hand. This was so wrong but it felt so good. He had such a way with words and it made your pussy yearn for him even more” 
Bucky nuzzled his face in the nape of your neck, his eyes rolling to the back of his head, you were gripping him so tight. Your legs wrapped around his wait made it easier for him to reach further inside you, biting your neck in order to suppress his moans, instead he just growled and panted against you. 
*knock knock*
Both of you froze, his hips halting his erratic movement. 
“y/n, are you okay?” your mom called out, as she tried to twist the door knob. 
“yes mother im fine! Dont open the door, im in my undergarments.” you exclaimed making Bucky smirk. He slowly stared to pump into you again, your mouth flying up tp cover your mouth. 
“okay...are you sure youre okay? I heard you yell” she pressed. 
Bucky started to fuck into you harder, “answer” he ordered, pulling your hands away, pinning them to the side of your head. 
“I-Im okay!! I tripped” you choked out, arching your back into him. 
“Okay...im going back to bed” she added before walking away. 
Bucky darkly chuckled before pinning your hands above your head, absolutely destroying your pussy now. He had to keep you quiet so he kissed you, taking and swallowing all the noise you were making. This silently pained him. He wanted to hear you loud and clear, moaning out his name as you were getting fucked by him. He could feel himself get close, but he wouldn't even think about cumming before you. “you feel so good, Doll. I cant wait to hear you scream out my name while I give you the best fucking of your life” he whispered kissing your ear. This just boosted the sensation of pleasure, making you whine in response. 
“You belong to me y/n...tell me youre mine” he ordered, hitting your g spot now, “Mmm Buckyyy...im y-yours..you own me” you obeyed. His smiled got wider, revealing his pearly whites as he kept kissing down your neck. “Thats right princess...you belong to me now” he growled, making you go over the edge. You started to shake as your orgasm spread through your body. Your back arched, and your moans started spilling out, his hand flying to your mouth to cover it. 
Hearing you all muffled with your wall clenching around him, made him spill into you. His deep grunts, ringed in your ear, he too trying to keep quiet as he coated your insides with his hot cum. He stuck to you for a minute, waiting until he was sure that every last drop was inside you. A few seconds passed and he pulled out, laying next to you. He turned and gave you a kiss, before grabbing your body and spooning it, his big arms wrapping around you like a bear. 
“Can I be honest?” he asked breaking the silence. 
“sure” 
“Im in love with you”
You froze, turning your head towards him, only able to see him through your peripheral vision, “How can you say that James, you dont even know me” 
“I do know you. Ive been knowing you, we just havent had the chance to-”
“have sex?” you interrupted, sounding a little irritated. 
“Look you're a handsome man, and I probably would have let you had sex with me if you just asked. Given the fact that I wasn't with Jarred of course” you explained. Buckys hands clenched into a fist, quickly straightening up looking at you fully. 
“Is that what you think? that im just trying to have sex with you? You can get that bullshit out of your head right now, because I want you as my wife for the rest of my life. I know how you are and Ive always loved your personality. When I saw you again, it was like god came down and pointed directly at you and said, “shes the one” I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life.” he added. 
“yeah but-” he silenced you by covering your mouth with his hand, “Im not going to let you go, so just drop it” 
“do you know how insane it is to get married to someone you dont even know. Bucky we havent even been on a date how do we know were compatible” you added. Bucky was now livid, he couldnt believe how you could talk to him this way. 
“Youre such a hypocrite, you were willingly going to marry that bastard just because mommy and daddy wanted you to. Youre going to marry me and thats final. Do I have to take you away from them to do it? Because I will if I have to” he warned, his anger skyrocketing. 
Your mouth was wide open, did he really just threaten to kidnap you? There was absolutely no way. All you could do was chuckle in nervousness. 
“Youre insane” 
He quirked his head and shoulder to the side, letting out a breathy laugh, “just a little, but I did mean every word I said. Im also not fond of sharing, so dont speak to any other males unless im around. I try to not be a violent person but when I get mad, I turn into a monster. Please dont make me do something Ill regret.” he smirked giving you a quick peck to the lips before laying down again and cuddling you. 
“Yes, Sargent” you answered thinking his jealousy was cute, but you didn't even consider that he truly meant every.single.word. 
~~~Little over a month later~~~
When your parents met him, they were mesmerized. He said every single thing they wanted to hear and they ere automatically won over because he was a war hero. When he asked for you hand in marriage, your parents were surprised but ecstatic nonetheless. Their daughter would finally be on her own and living her best life as the perfect housewife. Bucky always knew that you were raised to be the best wife, your mother took care of that very early on. It made sense to choose you, you were what he’d always wanted, not to mention your beauty was  ethereal. The wedding was very simple and only close family members were invited. He dressed up in his uniform and you wore a beautiful white dress that your mom gifted you. Everything was perfect, your heart was filled with love and you thanked yourself for giving into him and giving him a chance. He had a home of his own so you moved in with him, filling each and every role that a housewife could. 
Bucky had never been happier, he loved you so much. The way you cooked for him, the way you two made love, the way you took care of everything pertaining to the house was marvelous. When he got home from work you'd be waiting for him, all dolled up and with dinner hot and ready on the table. Everything was just perfect. The only thing that haunted him was that you would leave him for another man. He was always protective over you and whenever he got jealous and you started to point it out, he would shut you up by being sexual towards you. That was your weakness, and he used that to his advantage every single time until you either dropped it or forgot about it. 
Today was going to be a busy day as you were preparing a get together to celebrate his promotion at work. The whole house was clean but you need to go to the store to get some last ingredients for his favorite dessert. Bucky told you that he didnt want you to go out alone, but you decided to break this rule just this once to do something nice for him. The store was only a short 15 minute walk from the house so you grabbed your things and left. As you got closer to the store, you kept feeling a pair of eyes following you, so you occasionally turned but there was no one there. Maybe it was just your nerves, after all you were breaking one of his rules. 
When you got inside, you started to grab your things, walking around the isles a little more, liking this freedom of not having to rush because Bucky wanted to get home. As you finished up, you got in line, waiting for your turn. The feel was back, so you turned your head around, only to be met with Jarred. You had to do a double take, you two never even got the chance to talk about anything. 
“y/n! Hello, nice to see you again” he sad softly clearing his throat as he scoped out the area, making sure he wasnt near. Your eyes widened, not sure what to say. You got mixed emotions. It was nice to see him but you felt guilty for some reason, which was bizarre since he was the one that dumped you with a note. 
“Jarred...hi” you replied, looking around yourself. You didnt want to be seen talking to him by anyone you knew. “I dont want to waste your time with small talk, but I really need to talk to you” 
“why would we need to talk? Theres nothing to talk about” you said a little too fast. 
“Its about James. He...he’s not a good person. He made me do things and..just please leave him. You dont know what he’s capable of” 
You narrowed your eyes in confusion shaking your head, “what are you talking about” 
“I dont have much time, just please...meet me at the school thats by your parents house. We can talk about everything there, let say around noon tomorrow? He’ll be at work right?”
“Jarred are you okay? Im married now, I cant be talking to you. Theres nothing that you can say that will interest me” you spat. 
“Im begging you y/n, he beat me to the ground and threatened to kill me and my entire family if I didnt leave you. Just listen to me, please. He is dangerous. Ill see you there tomorrow” he whispered walking away from you. 
The words kept replaying in your head, he threatened to kill me and my entire family if I didnt leave you.
This had to be some sick joke. There was no way that a Sargent would do that to a person. But Jarred did look pretty bruised up still, and it was super weird how fast Jarred dumped you. When you got home, you could see that his car was parked in the driveway, your heart beating faster at the thought of having to see him. 
Your hands were shaking a bit as you put the key into the lock, but the door swung open revealing your handsome husband. He smiled warmly at you, “where were you Doll, I got worried there for a second” his beautiful smile adorned his face, his white teeth shining as his eyes stared deep into your own. Oh thank god he wasnt mad. 
He stepped to the side to let you in, “im sorry honey, I went to the store to get some things that I needed. I was planning a surprise dinner for you but I had no idea you would be here now” you said, going to the kitchen and setting your bag down. 
Bucky closed the door and locked it, “yeah I got off early today, im sorry about your surprise” he muttered walking towards you. 
“Wheres my kiss” he asked impatiently, giving you a back hug. Your eyes widened, “Im sorry my love, Im just all over the place” you confessed turning around and giving him a big hug paired with a big kiss. 
He snaked his hands around you, clinging onto your waist. When you tried to turn, his arms held you in place, “Bucky I need to start making the dough for the pastries” you explained trying again to break from his arms. 
“Why dont you tell me what you were doing at the store, Doll” he asked his smile slowly fading into a scowl. 
Your eyes widened a bit, your breath catching in your throat, “w-what?” you asked confused, “how did-” 
“I asked you a question” 
“Bucky..I..I told you. To get some ingredients” you answered, cursing yourself for acting so abnormal. 
His nose flared, “What else were you doing” he muttered through gritted teeth as his jaw clenched. 
“Nothing, let me go, youre hurting me now” you said trying to push him away with your arms, causing him to hold on to you tighter. 
“were you doing something you weren't supposed to? is my wife out there being a whore?” taking your hair into his fist. 
You gasped, “Bucky please, stop” you whined, making him let you, your body crashing down onto the floor, you quickly backed up as he stepped closer to you. “You thought I wouldn't find out that you left the house with out me? Huh? Or that you were entertaining that pathetic excuse of a human Jarred. How fucking dare you disrespect me like that” he yelled grabbing you by your neck, pulling you up with ease. “all of a sudden you want to go back to him? Youre fucking delirious y/n, youre mine” he growled forcing himself on you. You tried to turn your head but he kept kissing you, “Youre a monster” you managed to blurt out, making him stop, “what?” he asked looking at you shocked. 
“Jarred told me what you did to him. You're a monster! How could yo-” before you said anything else your head was turned to its side in a millisecond. Your cheek started to burn, the heat flowing in. 
“Dont you ever take that tone with me again. Ive been nothing but good to you, provided for you, protected you” 
“protected me? Youre keeping me prisoner here, I cant go anywhere with out you and its suffocating. All you do is think the worst of me when in reality you should be thinking about yourself. Youre an insecure sick fuck” you yelled, running past him to the door. When you turned the knob and open it, he slammed it shut. He grabbed you and forced you down to your knees, “if you really think im sick then let me show you exactly how truly sick I can be” he spat taking his dick out. He pulled your hair and pushed passed your lips, guiding you with his hands. Usually you take him little by little because of how big he is but today, he was shoving his dick so far down your throat that it made you choke and gag. 
“Mhm thats right Doll, choke on my dick like the whore you are he hissed, bucking his hips towards your mouth, absolutely ruining your face. Your face makeup started to go everywhere, and your nice hair was now all over the place. “You cant escape me y/n...even if I let you run, ill always find you or you'll come right back to me like a kitten who is loyal to their master” he moaned before spilling his cum down your throat. He kept himself inside you, forcing you to swallow his seed. He laughed and pulled out, smearing his remains on your face. 
He yanked you up by the neck, ripping your cute dress to shreds. “come here kitten, Daddy needs to teach you a lesson” he commanded. In the living room there was a great big window that faced the busy street, and when you put two and two together you started to fight him, “NO! NO PLEASE” you begged, your futile attempt to stop him made him chuckle. He pressed you onto the window, taking out his switchblade and pressing it to your neck. There was a little see through veil curtain that covered the window, so no one would be able to make out that he had a knife to your neck. “everyone knows where we live and who we are Doll, and everyone will know who you belong to” he threatened before he shoved his dick inside you, holding your arms behind your back while the other hand was pressing the blade into your soft skin. With your cries, you tried to mask your moans, grunting a little harder when his dick penetrated you deeper and deeper. “It angers me to think that anyone would ever touch you the way I do, but it brings me great peace knowing that that will never happen because if I cant have you, Doll.. then no one can��� he warned, snapping his hips into you the blade pressing harder against you. Your moans started to spill out, your screams and cries pushing through the window. People could clearly see what was happening but you weren't able to see who was watching. 
Many people were shocked to see such a vulgar scene but they kept it moving because it was Sargent Barnes and no one would ever think to bother Americas greatest hero. “Bucky...please, stop” you cried, feeling the familiar knot in your stomach. Your cheek was starting to hurt due to all the impact that it made onto the window. “Are you scared of me” he asked, dragging his blade from your neck down to your side. You didn't want to answer so he quickly drew his blade from your skin, lightly cutting you, making your scream/cry. “Are you scared of me, kitten?” he repeated, now dragging it down close to your clit. “Yes! YEs, I am” you cried, big tears falling from your eyes. “Good, you should be. I truly am a monster, so let this be the last time you test me. I would really hate to ruin that beautiful face of yours, but I will if I have to” he laughed dragging the knife from your clit up to your face, “Now let me hear you say it, who do you belong to” 
“I belong to you, Sargent Barnes~” 
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