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vampy-doll · 2 years
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Tear You Apart  - Part one
Dark!Ranson x reader x Steve Kemp 
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Tw: 18+, non-con/dubcon, smut, trafficking, talking about Steve's business, abduction, daddy kink, discussing cannibalism and amputation, please let me know if I missed any. 
A/N: y’all I got this idea as soon as Steve said that the kind of guys who buy this were men with too much money. Obviously it’s Steve Kemp so this is going to be talking about incredibly dark themes. Reader isn’t necessarily dark more just batshit crazy as anyone would be in that scenario. If my pricing isn’t accurate be aware that it’s kinda hard to Google black market prices so be chill. This is going to be a mini series. 
The song Tear You Apart by She Wants Revenge is the inspiration on the title 
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“How’s it hangin’ Hannibal?” Ransom slid his sunglasses off his nose with a shit-eating grin as Steve opened his door. 
“And that joke gets funnier and funnier every time you say it.” Steve sighed, stepping out of the doorway for the trust fund baby to walk through. The spacious doorway held the outlandish modern-designed layout. “Was surprised to hear you wanted to work again.”
“Well, it’s too good of money to skip out.” Ransom undid his scarf from around his neck, tossing it on the back of the couch nonchalantly. “And you know I’m your most reliable delivery boy, that human stuff gives me the worst heartburn, no pun intended, and I don’t dip into supply.” 
“Reliable is definitely not the first word that comes to mind.” Steve rolled his eyes before making his way back to the dining table with boxes of packages containing the woman’s belongings and tokens from the meal. “Let me load these up and you’ll be good to go.” 
“So how’s that-” 
A violent scream erupted, echoing throughout the home. 
“She sounds fun,” Ransom chuckled, glancing through the different boxes with pieces of these girls’ lives kept inside like someone wanting to see a picture of the cow that got killed for the steak they were eating. 
“Oh trust me she is.” Steve shrugged, walking over to his drink cart. 
“You dirty dog, I didn’t think you played with the inventory.” Ransom kept a laughing surprised look on his face. “Scotch, please. So tell me, what this new girl is like.” 
Steve walked back from the drink bar, two glasses in hand, another bottle of aged scotch in his other. “18-year-old girl, visiting to tour some possible colleges, using a fake ID to get into a dive bar. It was too easy to get her back here. Decided to play with her a bit. Good idea too. College girls just get better and better.”
“She must be a looker if she’s worth some infidelity.” Ransom shot back his drink. “Have you fucked her since admitting your intentions?” 
“A bit, she just cries so pretty and that young pussy just feels so much better.” Steve reminisced positively at the thought. “But…She’s bat shit crazy…”
“You don’t say?” Ransom furrowed his brow. “Well, she’s screaming like Jamie Lee Curtis down there, can’t imagine she’s rolling on her back willingly.” 
“She’s very…Angry…Haven’t had an angry one in a while, and this is a different kind of angry.” Steve walked to his shelf carrying the collection of his human trophies and their photos, pulling yours out. “Violent, she can put up a fight for sure, kinda refreshing. Haven’t had fun with a girl like that in over a year.”
“You cut into her yet?” Ransom took the photo from Steve’s hands. “I know you get off on that amputee shit, no judgment whatever gets you going in your old age, but it’s not for me.”
“First of all, I’m only a couple of years older than you,” Steve ripped the frame from his hands. “And second, no I haven’t cut her yet. Was planning on doing it tomorrow.” 
“Can I see her?” 
“No.”
“Oh come on, where’s the fun in that.” Ransom trampled down the hallway to the basement entryway. “I wanna see the psycho hottie in the flesh, at least while she has some left.” 
“Quick,” Steve sternly pointed his finger at the cohort before unlocking the locked door. “Gonna keep your hands to yourself.”
“Of course, Stevie, Scout’s honor.” Ransom gave a fake salute. As the door became unlocked Ransom quickly weaved his way in front of the other to get down the rock-like stairs like an impatient child on Christmas.  
“I mean it,” Steve demanded as he began to unlock your cell. “She’s a fighter, in a bite your dick off kind of way.” 
Ransom rolled his eyes. “Good thing you’re the one fucking her not me. It’s your dick to lose.” 
Steve rolled his eyes as well before sliding open the cell gate door. 
“Great,” you scoffed sitting up in bed. “You brought friends. Don’t tell me you’re planning a live dinner?” 
Ransom smiled at your angst as he stood in front of you, looking at how bruised your ankle was around the restraint, your fingernails brittle and bleeding from trying to impossibly pry yourself free. “You are a cutie aren’t you?” He cooed as if you were a stray dog in a shelter. 
“Yeah, why don’t you come closer and I can show you how cute I can be.” 
“Y/N,” Steve scolded as he came from around the door. “That’s no way to treat a guest. Say hi to Ransom.” 
You grimaced. “Hi.” 
“She trained so well,” Ransom smirked and watched your expression drop to rage. 
You leaped from the bed, your arms flailing out to scratch his eyes out, a scream rolling off your tongue. But your attempt was futile as all he did was take one step back and he was out of your reach. “I’m going to fucking kill you.” 
Ransom laughed like he was dealing with an overly rambunctious child. “Oh, you are too much, baby doll.” 
“Get back in the bed, y/n,” Steve ordered, standing above you. You wanted to try to swing at him again but your first attempt took all your energy from you. “Ransom is a friend, he wanted to meet you since I spoke so highly of you.”
“What kind of a fucking name is Ransom?” You grunted. “You were practically born into the whole kidnapping business with a name like that.” 
Ransom chuckled at everything you said as he found you amusing in a condescending way. “You shouldn't use foul language like that baby doll. I don’t like hearing it from pretty girls’ mouths. It's a bit of a pet peeve of mine.” 
“Oh poor you,” you cooed with a fake tone. “Gee Mister I hope I didn’t ruin my chances with you from saying fuck. You’re a fucking piece of shit and I’m gonna slit your god damn throat.” 
“That’s so cute!” Ransom stood leaning against the bed. You could smell the Gucci cologne on him. “Steve, can I play with her? Please?” 
“Absolutely not, Ransom.” Steve immediately responded, shutting off his attempt. “She’s not yours.” 
“You’re just gonna cut her up and sell her. Why can’t I play with her?” Ransom whined. 
Every time you heard what Steve had planned for you it made you sick to your stomach. Your chances of escape and survival were slim. You remember hearing from some documentary that if you’re ever kidnapped the easiest route of survival is faking Stockholm syndrome. Maybe you should’ve done that. But the violent anger that fills you when you think of where you are and why you’re here could never be masked by fake love. 
You didn’t want to cry. But your eyes filled with tears as they cast to the ground trying to think of anything else. You thought about the main character in your favorite book being brave in a survival situation. But the odds were never in your favorite the way they were hers. 
“Aw, honey are you going to cry?” 
This snotty rich fuck was even worse than Steve. This man, Ransom, was so excited and humored by your struggle. Like he was watching a pathetic mouse trying to run away from a large house cat. 
“Maybe,” you whimpered. “Can you blame me? I’m gonna be chopped up and eaten and my family will never know what happened. I get to rot down here, to be cut and fucked. He doesn’t assault the other girls, just me. Just my luck, right?” 
“That’s like, super depressing.” Ransom could not feel empathy, at least he never had before. But if he could he would for you, but right now you were desperate for anything and that’s where he wanted you. 
Steve sighed and sat down on the corner of the bed next to where my chain was secured. “You’re special to me, I want to take care of you for as long as I can and I know you like it when I take care of you. We both know how easy it is to get you off.” 
You wiped the tear from your cheek as you looked into your lap in embarrassment. Maybe you should bask in the warmth of his presence. Enjoy the food, not having to pack for college or go to your shitty part time job, get fucked like you never have before by one of the most beautiful man you’ve met. 
“Let me see,” Ransom encouraged. 
“No,” Steve said sternly. “You’re not going to touch her like that, she’s mine.” 
“I’ll give you $10,000 to let me play with her.” 
You choked on your spit for a moment. The most a guy spent on you was probably $40 on a date. 10-fucking-grand. You’d say yes instantly if you’d be getting the money. But there was no point, you had no where to spend it. 
Steve sat in silence for a moment. “You’re not cumming in her and I really wouldn’t try to stick it in her mouth because she’ll bite you off.” 
He wasn’t wrong. 
You began to cry again. By Steve was one thing, now he was selling you. Well he was already going to sell you, but at least not while you were present. “Please, don’t. I’m sorry for fighting you, I promise I’ll be good.” You grabbed Steve’s hand.
“I bet I can make you cum faster than he can.” Ransom slid his white knit sweater over head and you blushed at the sight of his built body. “Steve, how long does it usually take?” 
“Um, depends on how long it’s been since I last fucked her. Usually 4-5 minutes with direct stimulation, eating her out is usually a few minutes slower. But I’m a doctor, I know what I’m doing. Do you?” 
Ransom rolled his eyes as he kicked off his shoes. You curled into yourself, your mind ran rapidly as you debated your options. Fight him or not? Clearly a pissing contest between the two men, maybe you should enjoy it. But this frat boy wannabe didn’t seem like the type to bother making you cum. 
“Trust me,” Ransom scoffed. “Gonna make that pussy cum so hard she won’t fight me.” The jingling of him beginning to undo his belt made you cringe and you pushed your way back against the wall as if it made any difference in getting away from him. “Do me a favor and hold her down?” 
You froze, stiffening your body as Steve pulled on the ankle attached to the chain, pulling you down the bed. “Be a good girl.” Steve cooed and you struggled below him shaking your head. 
“Fuck you cry so pretty,” Ransom groaned. When you turned your head you saw him standing in full glory with the biggest dick you’d seen in person, while Steve’s was girthier. They couldn’t be small, could they. “Come here baby, let daddy take care of you.”  
He grabbed your body from Steve, beginning to pull the oversized tshirt from your frame that you packed to sleep in for your trip. “Fuck look at these tits. Steve, you better not cut these off. Practically criminal to take them away.” 
He straddled over you in the bed, one hand holding your hands above your head, the other one aggressively groping your breast. “Fuck, you’re so sexy baby, I can’t wait to make that pussy cum. You’re gonna make such cute noises, won’t you baby? Gonna cry for me, little one?” 
“N-No,” you sniffled even though you had already began to cry. You squirmed below him as he spread your legs wide eagle and began to run his finger over your clit. You whipped against your will as he found it with expertise. 
“Jesus, I wish I had my camera.” His hands left their grip on your crossed arms but you didn’t dare move them from above your head. “I usually only like waxed pussy but I guess Steve here might not trust you with a razor. Fuck, I don’t even care it’s so cute and needy. She just needed daddy to come along.” 
You shook your head despite it not changing the circumstance. Steve had pulled up a chair as he watched the attack. The clinking of his belt became undone as he stared hungrily. You gasped as you felt his fingers intrude inside you. 
“You’re already wet, that’s so pathetic, aww.” He beamed. “You’re so tight, god college pussy feels the best.” 
“Pretty sure I was her first.” Steve chimed in. “Isn’t that right baby? Was I the first one to fuck you?” You shamefully nodded in response. “Of course you were, little virgins get wet so easily. Was I the first one to put fingers inside you too, or eat you out?” 
Your lip wobbled as you nodded. You were too scared to form words because you knew they’d spill into moans. 
You jerked as Ransom ran over your g spot. “Aww, baby. Look at you. You’re doing so well being a little slut for me. Oh you like my fingers in you don’t you? You like daddy touching you down there? Making your princess parts feel so warm and tingly.” 
You moaned loudly and you wanted to clap your hand over your mouth in embarrassment. He spoke like a porn star or the main love interest in the dirty novels you read. 
You turned your head to see Steve beginning to stroke his cock, it looked painfully hard. The scenario being so evil that it turned him on unlike anything else. 
You gripped to sheets above your head as Ramson’s fingers curved faster in you with his fingers circling your throbbing clit. “Oh fuck,” you cried, involuntarily bringing your hips up to thrust into him. Steve couldn’t make you feel like this from his fingers inside you. He was more proficient with his tongue and the way he would thrust his dick at the perfect curve of his hips once he found the rythem that made you see stars. 
“Call me daddy and I’ll let you cum.” Ransom's breath was heaving with desire. “Ask for daddy to let you cum, be a good girl for me, you can do that can’t you baby?” 
“Please, daddy.” You begged while beginning to sob again. You didn’t care how pathetic this made you feel it was too good to think with any reason. “Please, daddy, wanna cum.” 
He hummed with delight. “That’s right, cum for me baby. Cum for daddy.” 
His fingers orchestrated quicker as he brought you to your demise. 
You legs curled from their spread position to around him, your back arching aggressively as you saw stars. You sobbed out a high pitched moan as you came on his expert fingers. 
Once you had come down from your high and his fingers pulled from you. You felt sick. What did you do? You gave into him because he was pretty and made you feel good. It felt so good all logical thinking left your brain in that moment. 
“3 minutes and 47 seconds,” Ransom smiled glancing at his watch. Steve at that point was panting as his hips bucked meeting his strokes. “Open your mouth, baby. Let him cum, look how cute he is about to break. He’s a mess from watching me make you cum all over yourself. Be good for him.” 
You nodded shamefully as the sight of Steve was overwhelming erotic. He bolted from his seat to standing at your bedside, you turned your head to his direction. “If I feel teeth I’ll break your fucking neck.” He grunted. 
You nodded as your lips parted softly. 
His rough hands grabbed the back of you head to bring his dick to your lips. You tried not to freeze again, he was desperate and you knew he wouldn’t hesitate to kill you if you took yourself away from him. “I know you don’t like it when I fuck your face but don’t worry I’ll be quick.”
His hips started slowly into your mouth. You could feel his length throb on your tongue. You had been so distracted with your mouth that you didn’t notice Ransom sliding himself inside you till your felt his first push. You moaned onto Steve’s cock and he groaned once more from the vibration. 
“My good girl, so good.” Steve heaved as his dick pounding into your throat. You thought of every trick in the book to keep yourself from gagging too aggressively. His precum spread on the back of your tongue and you knew he was at his breaking point. 
Tears left your eyes again as Ransom fucked into you. His cock pressed against your cervix and you felt dizzy again. “God, so tight. Fuck even tighter around my dick. I'm never letting this pussy go. My fucking pussy, my fucking cunt to fuck. You’re for daddy.” 
You moaned with a bouncing pitch and Steve groaned. Ransom’s fingers once again resumed the strumming of your already sensitive clit. 
“Fuck!” Steve yelled with an animalistic grunt as he cane. “Take it baby, take it. Take my cum, swallow it, you earned it, did so fucking good.” He panted as he pulled himself from your mouth.
You swallowed quickly to avoid the taste lingering too badly. 
“Princess, your poor pussy needed me.” Ransom cooed as sweat formed against his fair skin. “Needed a real man, didn’t you? She needed a daddy to violate her and make her his little girl.” 
“Y-Yess,” you whined. “I need you.” 
“I know you do, little one.” His hips began to speed even faster as you could feel him about to cum. “Daddy’s got you. I need you to cum again for me, milk my cock so good.” 
“I’m gonna-Fuckkkk!” 
You hid no pleasure from him, he drew the shame from you with the way he was fucking you. 
“Don’t fucking cum inside her!” Steve ordered and for a moment you almost forgot he was there.” 
“Too-fucking-late.” Ransom groaned as his hips halted with violently deep thrusts before spilling inside of you. 
“Fuck that was worth every penny.” He wiped his sweat-dampened forehead on the back of his hand. You whimpered in pain as he pulled out of you. “God, that was good. Don’t you agree with me baby?” 
You glanced at Steve before glancing back at Ransom with a guilty nod. You just wanted them to leave so you can rot in your shame. To stare at the wall for hours and pray for forgiveness. 
“I want her,” Ransom stated as he redressed himself. 
“Didn’t you just do that?” You quipped. 
“It’s going to be fun fucking the attitude out of you.” Ransom nodded, sliding his sweater overhead. “Name your price.” 
“She’s not for sale,” Steve sneered. “And I trust you to follow through with the 10k you promised. She’s mine to play with for now.” 
For now, till there’s nothing left of you to chop off. 
“You make about $150,000 once she’s all disassembled. “How about $175,00 plus the $10k I already promised?” 
Steve stalled for a moment before opening his mouth. “You’re not good for it, $10,000 is one thing, 175 is another.” 
“Do you know how many sports cars I have parked in my driveway? Some I haven’t driven in 6 months, trust me I have more money that I can throw out if I wanted. I’ll do 5 packages and deliver them for free.” Ransom landed his hands on his hips, offended at Steve’s presumption. 
You tried not to listen to what your life and your body was worth as you felt his cum drip out of you and how the cum you swallowed was making you feel nauseous. 
“I’m not ready to let her go…” Steve looked at you longingly. 
“$200,000 flat.” Ransom declared. “And I won’t tell your wife.” 
“Ew, you’re married?” You butted in, feeling even more shame as if you had a choice in any of the acts you’ve committed of his infidelity. They both turned this head to look at you with a deadpan stare. 
“One condition,” Steve decided. “I get to play with her too, whenever I want.” 
“Deal, Kemp.” Ransom stick his hand out for the gentleman. “But if you cut into her the deal is off.” 
“Deal, Drysdale.” Steve reciprocated the shake. 
That name sounded familiar but you couldn’t place it. A guy with this much disposable income it wouldn’t be surprising if he was some kind of celebrity. 
“I’ll pick her up in a week. I have to abduction-proof my property.” He chuckled at his choice of words as if they weren’t true. 
You tuned the remnants of their conversation out as you stated at the white tall ceiling. You couldn’t figure out if you were relieved or not. Although you wouldn’t be killed now, that doesn’t mean you won’t be killed later or sold down a long line of the rich. 
“Give daddy a kiss,” Ransom pulled you from your thoughts as he stood by your bedside. 
You tried to hide you cringe as you sat up, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. He grabbed the back of your head, forcing the kiss to elongate. “Later, baby.” 
You wiped your mouth on the back of your hand from the aggressive kiss. His false affections felt worse than when Steve did so. 
“Kemp, do me a favor and don’t fuck her too much this week. Don’t want her stretched out when I pick her up.” 
You wanted them to leave so you could puke and clean yourself in your own privacy, at least as much privacy you could get. 
You hadn’t looked as the men made their way out, listening to them leave the locked basement. 
“I’m so sorry,” the girl in the room beside you, Sarah, chipped in. The walls were thin, if we weren’t able to talk to each other you’d go even more insane. “But this might be your way out. You might be able to escape him, he doesn’t want to kill you, he wants you as a pet. Beat him, kill him if you need to. You’re the only chance of stopping these monsters.” 
You began to sob, heaving for air. You thought back to the documentary you saw. 
Your chances for survival were better if you played into Stockholm Syndrome. But what if you get to a point you can differentiate what’s real and what’s not.
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A/N: I hope you enjoyed! Taglist is open for any of my works as well with my requests and side requests for this series. I’m working on another project with different characters that will be a full length fic. 
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cattordi · 10 months
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a/n did y’all miss me??? writing this in class 🤗 so enjoy. honestly felt like i write absolutely too much abt absolutely nothing
summary you get a flat tire on the way to a party and on top of that you’re in the middle of nowhere so you call bucky to help you
pairings brothersbestfriend!mechanic!bucky barnes x collegestudent!reader
warnings smut , breeding, praise, not proofread, choking, foul language, arguing?,a bit of fluff etc. 18+ MINORS DNI
don’t test me
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“only this would happen to me” you groan before pulling your car over in the absolute middle of nowhere.
you were on the way to a spring break party but clearly the universe had other plans. getting out of your car, you walk around to check out the damage.
low and behold, a flat tire.
“no fucking way.” you whisper. you were miles away from a gas station or any sort of place other people were. grabbing your phone from your back pocket of your jean shorts, you scroll through your contacts finding your brothers name.
you place the phone to your ear and sit for a bit letting it ring.
and ring.
and ring. until finally you’re sent to voicemail.
what the fuck?
you hesitate as you keep scrolling through your contacts looking at other options of help; until you finally reach that one person.
bucky.
your least favorite human to ever walk the earth but you could never deny how he made you feel sometimes.
the man was good with his words, you have to admit it.
only problem was, he was your brothers best friend and also a dick.
pressing the call button, you wait as the phone rings.
“please pick up, plea-“
“hey y/n, what’s up?” he says and there’s shuffling in the background.
“hey, i’m sorry to bother.”
no you aren’t.
“i got a flat tire and i need help changing it. if you can’t that’s fi-“
“where are you?”
“in the middle of nowhere.”
“what the hell? get in your car and send me your location. i’ll be there in 15.”
knowing you’re at least 30 minutes out of town, you comply and wait.
after what feels like 20 years, bright head lights blind you from behind and you sit up in your car. your drivers side door flies open and a pissed bucky stares at you.
“you could’ve at least locked the door y/n. hell you could’ve gotten murdered.”
rolling your eyes you get out, “didn’t think anyone would even be out here at this time of night.”
“don’t start with your attitude.” he begins while pulling a car jack out his truck, “i’m not in the mood.”
“whatever.”
“why are you even out here this late?”
“what are you my dad?”
“no but i’m your brothers best friend and i have the right to know.”
“it’s none of your busines.” you say and glare at him.
“tell me.”
“no.”
“y/n..” he basically growls at you.
“no.”
“i swear if you don’t tell me.”
you can see the frustration in his face so to be a brat, you keep going.
“i was going to get fucked.” you say and try not to laugh.
visible jealousy crosses his face and he stands from his squatted position. “you what?”
“i was going to have sex? is that a prob-“ you begin but are cut off by a hand around your throat.
“you know that pisses me off, so why keep pushing it? hm?” he hums the last part, “you tryna get to me darling?”
you do the best you can to nod as pleasure filled tears brim your eyes.
this is what you always wanted from him.
his metal hand slims into your shorts finding your clit. “do you want me to take you in my truck?”
you nod and his eyes go dark, taking a bit of the pressure off your throat.
if anyone passed by, you’re sure the police would be called.
“use your words.”
“yes.”
“good job baby.”
you both walk to his truck, him following behind you.
he opens the door to the back for you and you hop in immediately filled with even more excitement.
as soon as he closes the door behind the two of you, his lips attack yours. though you’re in such a small space it feels just right for the two of you.
pulling at your shorts, bucky unbuttons them and pulls them down with your underwear.
he takes notices of the wet spot on your panties and chuckles. “so wet for me already.”
his hand slids between your folds; coating every inch of you before two fingers slide in.
you gasp at the stretch and his pace only gets faster. “you feel so tight around my fingers baby.”
“i’m gonna cum.”
he stops and you’re immediately pissed off. “why’d you stop?”
“i want you to cum when i’m you.”
you hadn’t notice his jeans were down but his dick caught your full attention,
and my lord was it big.
“it’s not gonna fit.”
“oh it will. lay back for me.” he says calmly all the while, lining up at your entrance.
the anticipation wears off as soon as he slams in you and begins moving. the truck fills with sounds of moans and skin slapping.
“you’re so tight, i love it.” he says and his strokes become faster.
“you’re so big.” you say in between moans. “i’m getting so close.”
“you’re doing so well,” he begins and leans down to kiss you, “you take me so well.”
you’re getting closer and closer to coming everytine he hits your sweet spot and it couldn’t feel any better. “harder please.” you moan and he complies immediately, thrusting into you.
“i’m gonna cum.” you say and at that moment his thumb finds your clit and rubs big meaningful circles.
“my lord darling, you feel so good around me. it’s taking everything in me not to cum right now.”
he continues to thrust into you getting you closer and closer to what you both desire. “i’m cumming bucky.”
“i feel you darling, keep going. you’re squeezin’ me so tight.” he begins and you continue to cum around his cock,”i’ve waited for this for long baby.”
yours moans get louder as when grabs your legs and puts him on his shoulder, making his thrust hit a different spot inside of you. “y/n..” he moans, “fuck you’re making me fun babydoll.”
with that, his continues his fast thrust hitting your g-spot repeatedly till he comes.
warm spurts of cum fill you as his thrust slow down and eventually come to a halt. “holy fuck that was the best sex i’ve had in a long time..” you say while trying to catch your breath.
“you wanna go again?”
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mrs-bucky-barnes106 · 8 months
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we saw oppenheimer at 12:00 with a black coffee and barbie at 4:30 with a diet coke like the lord intended
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@animavelita over on tiktok has me all up in my unholy thoughts
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buckys-wintersoldier · 3 months
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Unexpected meeting | Sebastian Stan
Pairing -> Sebastian Stan x Female!Reader
Summary -> You’re lost in New York and when you ask someone for help you didn’t realize who it is until you’re standing in front of him. Sebastian Stan, who offers you his help to get home.
Warnings -> (G) none, just fluff
Wordcount -> 1.2k
Request -> Heyyy. I had this idea for a while now and thought maybe you would like to write it! If not it's also okay! 💗 So, here is my idea: Reader is new in New York and moved there a while ago. She was walking around for a while and then gets lost and isn't sure where she is. Then she sees Sebastian from a distance and decides to ask him for help. She shouts something at him but when she gets near she notice who he is. She gets nervous but Sebby is very sweet and kind. He helps her and maybe Sebastian asks her out on a date. Thank you in advance 💗 @lives-in-midgard
A/N -> Thank you so much for the request. I absolutely love it and I hope you like what I made with it. Some cute Sebby is always wonderful, hehe.💕 My requests are open, if you have any asks don’t hesitate to ask.
Masterlist | Sebastian Stan Masterlist
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It’s not long since you moved to New York; after finishing at the university, you were finally ready to move away from California.
California, the place you grew up with your family, your friends, and all the memories. But you need some fresh air and some new places to see, and when you got the offer from your chef to get a job in New York, you immediately said yes.
And there you are, little woman, in the middle of the big city. In the middle of buildings that are like giants. You love that place, the people, and the job you got. The only problem? You don’t know someone; it’s quite loud sometimes, and the worst part is that you can get lost really easily.
You moved there just a few days ago, and now you have finally had some time to go out for a walk, enjoying the sun. With your cup of coffee in your hand, you walk along the street, through the park, and along another street. The way you decide to go depends on how many people there are; when it’s quiet, you turn into the street; when it’s loud, you wait until you reach another street with fewer people.
When you reach another park, you look around. The place you're in right now is definitely not similar to the place you were before. So you didn’t walk in a circle, but where are you right now?
Suddenly, you feel like you’re lost. Turning around a few times, you look for someone who could help you find your way back home. That’s the moment when you sigh and regret the quiet places, and even more the fact that you thought it wasn't necessary to have internet when you’re outside of your apartment.
When you moved there, you looked for internet at home, but you thought you could take your time to have internet outside of your home. It’s definitely not like that, and now you’re lost in a park, not knowing the way you walked from your apartment to the place you’re standing right now.
The trees around you are green and bright because of the sun. But there is no one, not even one person, you can ask for the way. Right?
When you turn around again, you can see a man walking from the other side of the park in your direction, but before he reaches you, he takes a turn, and you roll your eyes. With big steps, you follow him, not knowing if you want to shout and let him think you’re a weirdo or just tap his shoulder and let him think you’re a bigger weirdo.
“Excuse me, Sir?” you decide to shout, and you see the brown-haired man looking to the left and right before he stops and turns around.
When he stands there and looks at you, you almost crash into him. You should have stopped running when you shouted, but you were scared he wouldn’t turn around, so you would have reached him in no time otherwise.
“I’m sorry, I got-“ you interrupt yourself when you look up and into two steel blue eyes. You know those eyes; you know them way too well for someone who has never seen them in real life before.
“Hi, can I help you?” he asks you, and when you hear his voice, you need to pay attention to not freak out in front of him or just melt into a puddle.
His one hand is sliding through his short, curly, brown hair while he fixes you with his eyes. A soft smile appears on his lips when he sees the blush on your cheeks.
“I’m so sorry,“ you breathe out, trying to calm yourself down.
You feel so stupid in front of HIM. In front of Sebastian Stan, you just shouted at a celebrity, and you didn’t recognize it earlier.
“I didn’t want to disturb you, and I didn’t want to shout at you,” you mumble and scratch the back of your neck.
Sebastian laughs softly, his nose scrunching slightly, and you can’t stop looking at it. It’s the most adorable nose you have ever seen, and the way his eyes brighten when you look into them, you feel like the sun is kissing the ocean, and it turns out to be the lightest blue you have ever imagined. His lips are slightly parted and turn into a bright smile when he sees you getting nervous in front of him.
“It’s ok; there's no reason to be nervous,” he says, his voice calming you down. “Can I help you with something? I don’t think you wouldn’t shout at me and run after me when I couldn’t do anything for you. Or do you want me to sign your body? Then I would prefer to do it somewhere more private. Just you and me,” he jokes around, and your cheeks heat up.
“I’m lost; I moved here a few days ago, and now I can’t find the way back home,” you mumble, embarrassed.
Against your worries that he could laugh and tell you how stupid you are or just say he has no time, he smiles at you and reaches his hand out to place it on your shoulder.
“That’s oke, I had that a few times when I was on set. There is no reason to be ashamed; can you tell me your address?” Sebastian asks softly, and you nod, telling him the street and number of your apartment.
He nods and turns you around, pointing to the street you have to go to. Then he pushes you slightly to make you walk there, and he walks next to you, his hand still resting on your back, and you feel the warmth of his skin through the fabric of your clothes.
“You don’t have to bring me home,” you say with a shy smile on your lips.
“I know, but I want to. So I can make sure that you’re not getting lost again,” he explains, and you laugh softly.
On the way home, the two of you talk about a lot; you know more about him, about the time behind the scenes, and he asks you a few questions as well, letting you talk about everything you want to talk about.
It feels like ten minutes until you’re home again. While you look for your keys, he tells you more about his recent movie.
“It’s just a few blocks away from here. What about if I take you with me on set tomorrow and after we go out on a date?” Sebastian asks, his cheeks blushing slightly.
“I’m free tomorrow, of course. I’m already excited,” you mumble shyly.
He gives you his phone, so you can add your number. When you reach for it, your hands touch lightly, and even when he has his hand on your back, it still lets you shiver when you touch his bare skin. His hand is so soft, and you would like to take his hand in yours.
“I will write you,” he says, opening his arms to wrap them around your body.
You place your head against his shoulder and your arms around his waist while you inhale his scent. When you went for a walk earlier, you didn’t know you would meet Sebastian Stan, and especially not that you would fall head over heels in love with him. But you do, and feeling the warmth of his body around you and his touches makes you feel at home with him.
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lilacevans · 2 months
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meet some of the pete's place regulars!
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✧.*ೃ⁀➷ pete's place | the intro | opening night | the playlist ༊*·˚
this is a dark au/verse. minors need not interact. happy endings don't happen here.
𝐀𝐧𝐝𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐞𝐫 - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐋𝐚𝐰𝐲𝐞𝐫
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41 years old.
6’2’’.
Suburban dad with a dark side. 
Likes flashing the cash for a look as he doesn’t get much attention back home.
Never misses stopping by when he’s in town.
Has a type and it just so happens to be you.
Brings you gifts; new outfits, new shoes, gold chains, etc, every single time he visits the club.
Will spend the whole night promising you the world– and his wallet, if you just go home with him.
Top Three: Daddy Kink, Overstimulation, Praise Kink. 
𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐫 𝐕𝐞𝐭
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45 years old.
6’4’’.
Oh, what a nice man–
Warning sirens sound in the distance.
Danger! Danger! 
The man will make you beg, make you cry, rearrange your insides, make you fall in love and break you down all within a night.
The man is all kinds of fucked up. But knows how to hide it well.
Under Lloyds employement so like, you can guess the kinds of fucked up. 
Did awful things while serving in the army, brought some of that back home with him.
Protect you? More like slaughter anyone who gives you a momentary glance. 
Top Three: Rough (Violent) Sex, Service Kink, Corruption Kink.
𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦 - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐛𝐨𝐲
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28 years old.
6’1’’.
Cocky motherfucker, hot and he knows it.
The embodiment of a hyper puppy. 
Acts like he’s always got the zoomies whenever he’s in the club.
Annoys the absolute shit out of all the girls but he’s hot, so they deal with it.
Secretly a sweetheart but never shuts his mouth.
Gets a little too handsy when he’s had a drink– or five. 
Always asking Pete to loan him one of his girls for the night.
Don’t get him twisted, the guy FUCKS. and he's NASTY about it
Top Three: Dirty Talk, Deepthroating, Body Worship (receiving). 
𝐋𝐞𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫 - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐟
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43 years old.
6’0’’.
Corrupt little wank, like’s to make Pete nervous when he comes around, but he’d never spill on the shady things as he likes the club’s views. 
Talks big shit but you’ll find him in the VIP rooms on a Saturday night. 
A little wrong in the head, but treat him right and he’ll make you scream. 
Can get a little rough with the girls when he's had a few.
Tight with money so always tries it on for a discount for not opening his mouth.
Has a big cock and is smug about it.
Likes 'em on their knees with an wide open mouth.
Top Three: Daddy Kink, Corruption Kink, Choking. 
𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐖𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐬 - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐲𝐬𝐟𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐋𝐚𝐰𝐲𝐞𝐫
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32 years old
6’0’’.
Troubled addict that’s in the club; Every. Single. Night.
Likes just to watch, girls kinda hate him in the club because he won’t even throw a dollar bill but will spend a paycheck on drinks and other things.
Spends money he doesn’t have, does the odd job for Pete when he’s in a little legal trouble which gets him the odd night in the VIP rooms.
Don’t underestimate him though.
Will have you crawling back for seconds.
While not the roughest by any means, get him high enough and annoyed enough, he’ll make sure you’re not walking for the next two weeks.
Top Three: High Sex, Overstimulation, Throat-Fucking. 
𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐊𝐞𝐦𝐩 - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭 𝐎𝐧𝐞
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35 years old
6’1’’.
Idk, fam, somethings off about this one but we're gonna ignore it, okay?
Stares a little too long, kinda like he’s hunting.
Makes your heart race a little being around him– fuck or fight i guess. I know which I’m doing. 
Tips nicely but never wants a private dance, likes to watch and drop cash at your feet after.
Weirdo tbh. It’s not like he ain’t got the money. 
Sucks to be you if you decide to go home with him.
You ain't coming back, honey.
Top Three: Blood Play, Knife Play, Bondage/Rope.
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aikaterini-drag · 7 months
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Into the Heart
Summary: imagine how it would feel to be intimate with Bucky Barnes, to have him so close to you, to have his love, his affection and tenderness. To have a soul-stirring relationship with him that gives you both life 💕
Pairings: Bucky Barnes x reader
Warnings: softness, fluff, established relationship, intimacy.
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Feeling close to is like stepping into the calm embrace of a gentle storm, a captivating blend of strength and tenderness.
His presence carries a magnetic allure, drawing you in with an air of mystery that hints at the depths of his experiences. When you're near him, there's an undeniable warmth, a sense of protection that envelops you like a warm cocoon.
As you move closer, you become acutely aware of his rugged exterior, the scars that tell stories of battles fought and won. His touch, firm yet gentle, is a testament to the careful balance he maintains between his past and his present.
When your fingers brush against his, there's a thrilling electricity that dances between you, like a hidden connection waiting to be explored. His eyes, framed by lashes that have witnessed myriad of emotions, hold a world of secrets and pain, yet they speak volumes of his bravery, loyalty and depth of character.
Being close to Bucky is an ever-changing experience. It's the reassuring feeling of his heartbeat against your chest, a steady rhythm that speaks of his unwavering devotion. His laughter, rare but precious, is a melody that fills your heart with joy, a reminder of the moments he holds dear.
In those intimate moments when you're close to him, it's as though the world fades away, leaving only the two of you in a sanctuary of shared emotions. It's an unforgettable mix of strength, vulnerability, and a love that doesn’t fear time and trials, a closeness that lingers in your heart long after you part ways.
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buckyarchives · 1 year
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Metal Arms and Short Skirts | Bucky Barnes [2.]
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summary: waltzing in as the new head of the Avenger's medical division, impressing everyone, and... scaring Bucky with your incredibly short skirts. while bucky's having a hard time looking at his arm as anything other than a deadly weapon, you're more than happy to help him.
words: 4.3K
warnings; creepy men (+bucky fending them off) slight body dysphoria on buckys end
author note : HI I KNOW THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE UP LIKE & DAYS AGO... aib came out and ive been hyperfixaed on that and my brother got frostbite so wump wump was at the hospital on chrimis. i have mixed feelings on this chapter, but i hope you enjoy. and im still taking request.
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Bucky wasn't going to pretend to be completely oblivious and say he wasn't finding every and any excuse to visit you. Whether it be a tear in his muscle or the sound of the metal whizzing sounding off, something bucky would have ignored with absolutely no thought. Bucky maintained a comfortable distance between you two, physically and emotionally, staying at arm's length. But something about today seemed to be different. 
Bucky shifted nervously in his seat, he watched your stride around your lab. You finally got your own area after 2 weeks of staying at the compound. It almost put Tony's lab to shame, it was huge and decked out with technology far too advanced for bucky to even understand. 
Today, You wore a black bustier that seemed to shape your form, thick and sturdy paneling sewn into the shirt, if that is what you can even call it. The neck hung low, low enough to leave very little to the imagination. Bucky practically had to tear his eyes away from your neckline when he first walked into the lab.
Bucky's excuse today was a deep cut on the side of Bucky's flesh bicep. Coming back from a quick and easy mission, but Clint needed to watch his arrows since one slit past bucky’s arm on the way to the actual enemy behind him. Bucky had a sneaky guess it was on purpose. 
You gathered the plaster and made your way back to bucky, footsteps echoing as you walked. A sigh escaped your lips, but bucky only caught a small smile. “You know, bucky. You can't come in here every time you have a small cut.”
“Isn't that what you're being paid for?” bucky snarked back, watching your hands as they gently grabbed at his lower arm. Your touch was always so delicate, like you were going to break him rather than heal. 
“Ha, ha.” you mocked. “I could have been making some ground-breaking discovery or invention before you walked in.”
Bucky's eyebrow quirked up eagerly. “Were you?”
A closed-mouthed hum escaped your lips. Your all too perfect pedicured hand wrapped the white bandage around bucky's arm, he was just watching your face as you worked. Couldn’t– wouldn't tear his eyes away. 
“Not really, just researching some stuff about scarring and skin stuff,” you spoke, dumbing it down for bucky. 
During bucky's visit, he’d always ask about everything, trying to catch up with the technology of the 21st century, or maybe just to hear your voice. He didn't understand half the things you spoke about, though he never mentioned it, but you figured it out soon enough and started to simplify it the best you could.
“Scarring?”
“Helen has some idea about how to better rid of scars.” your hand smoothed against his bicep as you finished, and your touch sent a good burn through him. Giving him a warm smile like you always did when you finished.
Bucky's eyes glanced down to his left shoulder for a moment, the ugly scarring that single-handedly destroyed most of his bodily confidence. The permanent mark of what Hydra did to him as they chopped it off and made him part machine. Bucky scoffed to cover up the obvious self-depreciation in his voice, “need a test subject?”
You flinched at his words, surprised, being taken aback by his response. Only then when you looked him up and down, settling on his clothes shoulder, your face fell and a sympathetic look flashed. It was covered by his tanktop but you knew what was under there, you'd seen the photos, you'd seen him. 
You sat back down on your little rolly stool. “I'm surprised you’d suggest that, based on your history, I'd expect you to not be so keen on being poked and prodded.”
Memories flashed Hydra's methods at tearing his humanity, mind, and body apart, all those experiments. But they quickly subdued, how could bucky think of something so cruel when you stat right in front of him, which in bucky's opinion, is perfection. 
“I think I'd be okay with it if it was you.” bucky said quietly, honestly– a confession even. 
A fond smile rose to your face, one you quickly bit back. Narrow eyes met him when you tilted your head slightly, shying away. “Good to know you trust me.”
“Always.”
“But–” you sighed, “I'm going to have to decline, Bucky. For now, you'll have to live with what your shoulder looks like. Sorry.”
Bucky dramatically groaned, trying to mask the obvious pain and disappointment he actually felt. “You're killing me, doll.”
Your ears warmed at the nickname. Averting your eyes for a moment from shyness. You knew bucky despised the scarring that painted his left shoulder, the one that connected the man to metal. You could only lend him some comfort in the situation, no amount of medical technology right now could completely ease his worries.
“Bucky?”
His head perked up, a hum escaped his lips as he put all his attention on you.
“You wanna see something really cool?” you smirked.
Bucky noticed the slight smirk tugging at your lips, he could only react by biting back a smile of his own. “Sure, doll.”
You leaned down to the hem of your right pant leg, slowly hiking up the baggy jeans that hung low on your waist. Slowly revealing a large and messy scar on your kneecap, nothing as bad as bucky's many scars that littered his body. But something definitely bad happened for you to have that, even fully healed now.
“When I was a kid, I used to skate a lot.” you started, bucky's eyes bouched back up to your face. “I got on a gravel road and fell down and my knee landed right on a huge sharp rock and just logged itself right into my knee.”
You laughed looking back on the memory. “Hurt like hell for 14-year-old me and I had to get so many stitched, it was the worst.” a cheeky smile grew as you spoke through a laugh. “Especially for my dream of becoming a knee model.”
Bucky laughed with you as you dropped your pant leg, sitting back up to look at bucky. Bucky didn't say anything and hung his head low when a silence grew in the lab, only the sound of lab tech whizzing in the background. Bucky mostly just wanted to bask at this moment with you, letting himself enjoy the light-hearted nature of your conversations. The way you and he feel warm inside, lighter than ever.
You smacked your lips as you rose from your seat. Bucky's eyes begrudgingly followed you, “you have to learn to love every part of yourself, despite the bad memories. Because it makes you…”
Stopping in your place, turning to him as your eyes traveled up and down his body, the gesture weirdly didn’t make bucky cringe and crawl into himself the way most gazes did. 
“... you.” you smiled again and bucky felt dizzy. “And I think you're pretty cool.”
You turned away to continue whatever you were doing. Bucky muttered your statement under his breath, loud enough for him to hear it again but quiet enough so you wouldn't.
Bucky rose from his place on the workbench, after many visits he practically claimed this spot. As it sat right in the middle of your lab. Despite everything inside of him wanting to stay near you and soak up your presence. He headed for the door.
“Thanks, doc,” Bucky called out.
“Anytime, bucky. I'll be here when you come in with another excuse to see me,” you spoke coyly. Bucky's eyes widened and warmth crept up to his face. 
He sputters for words to save his pride, stumbling over his poor excuse of an explanation. “Maybe I just wanna see your cool outfits.” bucky's face scrunched up, cringing at his own pathetic words. He wondered what the 40s version of himself would say now, probably something sly and confident that’d knock you off your feet.
“Whatever you say, Mr. Barnes.”
“Bucky.” he corrected, again. But maybe it was just an excuse to linger longer at your door.
You smiled at him and repeated, “bucky.”
“You're going on a date with her.” 
Bucky's eyes widened, his head snapping towards Natasha. “I’m what?”
A frustrated groan leaves Natasha's lips as she shifts in her uncomfy office seat. Half of the Avengers team sat in an office going over a mission coming up, but - like most things - it turned into them talking about anything but that, and successfully annoying the hell out of Steve. 
“I set you up on a date with her.” Natasha spoke, referring to you. “I cannot keep watching you get beat up during missions just so you can see her, so you're going on a date.”
Bucky was dumbfounded, to say the least, lost for words as he stared at the woman in front of him. “Why would I go on a date with her?”
Over the past week or two, Bucky began to deny his fondness towards you when you interrupted a meeting to talk to Tony, or popped into the common rooms to talk about new tech, or how you practically strutted through the compound like you own the place. 
or when you slowly build up bucky’s confidence without either or you realizing it. 
Always in short skirts, or colorful and dramatic tops, and in heels or boots that echo loudly throughout the halls. Bucky denies the way his eyes drag along your figure, always lingering on your face longer than he needs to, the way if you look close enough, Bucky's eyes light up a little when you enter the room. Bucky denies it, but he can't fake it.
And Natasha clocked that quickly. 
“the way you look at her tells me you want to,” Natasha spoke coyly. She always read bucky better than anyone else in the room— similar background and all. a defeated groan comes from bucky in return, followed by a slightly pouted lip. Natasha gives him a friendly slap on the shoulder
A scoff was heard from the other side of the table. “Is the cyborg cable of feelings?” Tony snarked, his head down looking at a sheet of paper. Chewing slightly at a pen. 
“Ha. ha. Very funny.” Bucky mocked. “How do you even know she wants to go on a date with me? I can’t imagine she agreed to this?”
self-consciousness slowly crept up bucky's spine, he can’t face rejection if he denies, denies, and denies.
Natasha went to speak but Tony Stark does what he does best and interrupts her. With a hefty laugh coming up from his chest, he dropped the pen and papers down on the table. Leaning forward to face bucky. “Are you kidding me? You’re like a wet dream to her, always injured and part robot. Hits all of her boxes''
“I'm surprised she hasn’t mounted yo-”
“Okay Tony, I think that's enough talking.” Steve interrupted before he could finish his sentence. Tony’s comment earned a choked laugh from both Natasha and Sam.
“Anyways.” Natasha continued. “I know because she already agreed to it. Everything is already set up.”
Bucky rolls his eyes, hoping his hair covers his growing red ears. Steve spoke up, “Just give it a chance buck. You might enjoy it.” oh steve, hopeful as ever.
“I’m sure you'll enjoy it, it’s very much your style,” Natasha spoke, her infamous smirk growing on her face. 
“That scares me.” 
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Turns out Natasha was right, it is very much Bucky's style. Natasha had planned (with the help of Steve, because of-fucking-course) a date at a fancy, old-style diner, and every Saturday night they clear the floor and play some old music for some swing dancing. Just bucky’s style, he knows this was Steve’s idea. more than sure after years of watching plenty of girls swoon over Bucky with just one twirl and one short dance, Steve would think this is right up his alley. And it was.
Now Bucky stands outside a busy and bustling diner, upbeat 40s music echoing to the streets. Flowers in hand and a nice black collared shirt under a vintage jacket (it was from the museum and Steve name-dropped at least 12 times to get it back), waiting patiently for you to arrive. Bucky fiddled with his hands a little, his eyes kept darting to his watch— is he too early? When are you arriving? Bucky’s now convinced you wouldn’t show up. Because who would honestly want to go on a date with h–
“James!” a cheery voice broke through his very self-deprecating thoughts. Bucky turned around and swore his heart stopped beating, just for it to speed up even faster when his sights landed on you.
You wore the same boots that caught Wanda's eyes in the common room that quiet day. His eyes followed up your legs, past your thighs as he saw the dress you wore. It was stripped and sparkly, bucky would see the shine from down the street. It felt like you wore the entire rainbow and more as every stripe was painted differently. It was sleeveless and high-necked. And of course, very short.
An excited smile greeted him as you waved your hand. Your pace sped up as Bucky met you, he wondered how you didn't trip in those high heels constantly.
 “Hi,” Bucky said, wanting to hit himself for how awkward he sounded. 
“Sorry for being late, I didn't mean to make you wait.” you stood before him, and he noticed your makeup. You painted your lips with a darker shade than usual and you had little shiny gems glued around your eyes. 
“Don’t worry about it, I just got here too,” Bucky spoke softly, bringing the flowers up to you. “For you.”
Your eyes instantly lit up at the sight, taking the bouquet from him “thank you! you didn't need to get these for me, James.”
 Bucky's heart fluttered slightly at the name, it was rare for people to use his first name nowadays. You brought the flowers to your nose, smelling them with a blissful look on your face. Laughing to yourself.
“What's so funny?” the super-soldier asked.
“Oh no, it’s nothing.” you looked back down at the flower. “I don’t think anyone has ever gotten me flowers before.”
Bucky’s eyebrows furrowed, “really?”
“Mhmm.” you rocked back and forth on your heels, “thank you for being the first.”
You smiled warmly up at Bucky as you did so often, but the aura of everything made it so much more this time.
“Let's head in?” Bucky cocked his head towards the diner. 
Nodding, “yes, please.” you threaded along, catching Bucky off guard when you swiftly grabbed ahold of his hand. Your fingers wrapped around his flesh hand, the warmth made Bucky feel funny in his stomach. Yeah, Bucky might have a crush on you.
You lead him into the diner, confident in your walk like usual. Your eyes spotted an empty seat and the both of you settled yourselves in a booth. You make quick eye contact and Bucky's mouth gaped like he's going to say something but is stopped when the waiter comes up. The waiter looks like she blends in with the scenery, with pinned-up hair and a bright red lip. She asks for your order and you both get water, and a milkshake. 
“I can imagine why Natasha picked this place out of everything,” you say, eyes off into the distance, Bucky follows your gaze and sees the dance floor of people together with large smiles. “Though, I don't know how to dance.”
Bucky's lip quirks up slightly, “I can teach you.”
“Perfect, let’s go then.” your smile widely, and your already getting up, standing next to bucky's seat and holding a hand out. Bucky’s surprised by your sudden willingness but despite the nervousness in his stomach - he takes your hand. 
Bucky may have been nervous standing outside the diner. May have been nervous as he greeted and met you outside. May have been nervous as you led him inside and watched you from across the table. But once he stepped out onto the swing floor, the soft sound of 40s music playing in the background. The sweet-talking James Buchanan – that seemed to flirt with every girl that met him – came back from the dead, and he had his arm around your waist in no time.
You noticed the sudden confidence and glint in his eyes suddenly, reaching up to grab his neck. Bucky held you at your waist, then he noticed the gold chain hung around your hips. His fingers grazed over them for a moment before they rested at the smallest part of your waist.
Your wide eyes met his and bucky swore for a moment, he couldn't breathe. “How was the mission?”
A groan escaped Bucky's mouth, playfully he rolled his eyes. Trying to sound annoyed, but his smile said otherwise. “Oh god, I don't wanna talk about work.”
Bucky’s hands stayed planted on your waist. You smiled as you continued to sway together along to the soft jazz in the background. You tugged nervously at your lip, “you know, I was getting worried when I heard you guys weren’t getting back on time.”
“You worry about me?” Bucky was stunned, an unfamiliar warmth shot through him as you averted your gaze. He took one hand to pull at your chin, so you were looking at him. Your mouth gaped open for a moment and your brain studdered before you just shrugged in response, a slight nod.
The familiar sound of the music speeding up, the upbeat sound of Harry James filled Bucky’s ears and for a moment Bucky was in the 40s again with a girl in his arms ready to be shipped out to war. A sentimental smile grew on his face.
“You ready to learn how to dance.” Bucky beamed down at you and before you could even respond, Bucky pushed your body away from him abruptly. Just to grab your hand before you could fall, twirling you around and back close to his chest. 
It all happened so fast and you yelped once your back hit his chest. His arm wrapped across your body and held your hand. You breathed and smiled widely. “I might step on your toes.
“I can handle it, doll.”
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A few songs later and a couple of toes crushed, followed by a slew of apologies from you. You and Bucky ended up breathing heavily and slightly sweaty from dancing. Bucky swung you around like you weighed nothing - which to him - you probably did. Lots of music ranging from the 40s to 60s played throughout the diner, to which Bucky snarks at the fact he didn’t recognize the songs, always followed by light laughter.
The dancing came to a slow, but you two remained on the floor still. It was getting late and you hadn’t even eaten yet and most couples and groups of friends had gone back to their seats. You swayed comfortably in Bucky's arms still, your head laid on his chest listening to the soft beat of his heartbeat. 
Bucky Barnes is a more than qualified trained assassin with heightened senses. He's very aware of his surroundings at all times, so when he notices the man peering at your thighs and ass, his eyes narrow toward the man. A glimpse of the winter soldier showed, but the creep didn't seem to pay any attention to Bucky's gaze.
Every so politely, Bucky attempted to tug at your dress without it seeming like he was trying to grope you. Also, swiftly and smoothly twirling you around so the man's gaze would be fixed on bucky's broad shoulders. Effectively protecting you from perverted stares as his body towards over you.
You noticed the way Bucky's body stiffened when he spun you, looking up at him once again. “You okay?”
Bucky nodded and gave you a reassuring squeeze around your waist. “Let’s head back? I'm hungry.”
You agreed quickly and grabbed Bucky's hand, pulling him off the dance floor and guiding him back to the table where your two drinks sat warm now. You slid into the booth with a large exhale, sitting across from Bucky. The waiter decked out in 40s apparel and took your orders, your food coming in no time. It was a poor excuse for dinner per se, only ordering fries and cheese curds to simply snack on. 
“You make a good dance partner.” Bucky mutters, mouth muffled with fries. 
“Chew.” 
Buckys recoils in embarrassment and covers his mouth, face tinted red from dancing. He swallows and lowers his hand. “sorry.”
“Thank you.” you sigh, pushing your food away from you. “You did most of the work, but I'd like to keep practicing.”
Bucky stopped, and looked at you as you stared intently into him. Bucky flustered mix. 
“Are you gonna keep blushing or accept my offer on a second date.” you shoot back and Bucky feels the air leave his lungs. His ears are definitely burning red.
“I'm not bushing? What are you talking about? This is me worn out from all the dancing.`` Bucky plays dumb, throwing a fry into the basket between the two of you. Slowly pulling out his billfold from his jeans.
Your eyes roll dramatically, as a scoff escapes your lips. “Yeah, okay. Super soldier.” 
Bucky narrows his eye’s toward you, a grin plastered on his face. “I'd love to go on a second date.”
You bite back a grin. “Ready?” you asked, bucky puts down the money to pay and nodded. Bucky gives you a boyish smile that you'd only recognized from old war photos. It warms you to the core, leaving you flustered. He grabs at your hand as you let him drag you out of the diner, a secure arm around your waist.
The light breeze of new york hit both of you, your hands instantly going up to your arms to warm yourself. Bucky notices all too quickly and instantly wraps his jacket around you. 
“Oh, thank you. Are you cold?” you ask, seemingly genuinely worried.
“Doll.” he stares down at you, and bucky speaks like the answer is obvious, which– it kinda is. “I hiked through Siberia in less.” 
“Whatever.” you scoff and roll your eyes, tugging the jacket closer around your body. the corners of your mouth slowly creeping up.
The faint scent of bucky comes off of it, sandalwood and pine mostly. You're used to the smell when he's not coming into your lab sweaty or bloody from missions and workouts. A comfortable silence falls between the two of you, filtered out by the busy city around you.
“So… I’ll see you tomorrow?” you speak awkwardly, unsure of where to go from here.
“Yep, tomorrow.” Bucky strings on the word, are also awkward. 
You could cut the tension with a knife.
“Or…” your voice raises a few octaves as you turn on your heels to face him, barely a foot between the two of you.  
Bucky's eyebrow quirks up, “Or?” 
“Or you could come back to my very, very nice and cozy apartment that isn't full of agents and superhumans.”
You flashed your best and greatest grin toward Bucky, and the way you were looking at him made Bucky want to crumble beneath his knees. You shouldn't have this effect on him, his heart tugged towards you in a weird, mysterious way that Bucky wasn't familiar with yet. He wasn't going to lie and say it didn’t stress him out a tiny bit.
Bucky let out a heavy, pained exhale and stepped a little closer to you. “Not tonight, doll. sorry.”
“It's okay.” your face dropped slightly, but then you looked up at him and a flash of something came across your feature and soon a smirk was replaced. “Then let me have this.”
“What–?”
Bucky was cut off by your warm hands cupping his face and lips as he received the most gentle kiss he's ever had the pleasure of experiencing. Initial shock ran through his body at the suddenness, and just as he accepted the feeling and went to melt into the kiss— you pulled away. Bucky felt so cold without you against him, he hated feeling cold.
“Wait, no.” he eagerly grabbed your face to pull you back in. Bucky didn't care if he sounded needy, because he did need this. noticing a glimpse of your more than satisfied grin before he shut his eyes and let himself feel your touch.
It was like you were meant for bucky, the perfect puzzle piece as your lips molded against each other. Slow and passionate, his hand ghosted above your waist before he pulled you full against his body. If it wasn't for your wedged heels, Bucky wasn't sure if you'd even reach his lips with the way you stood on your toes. 
Pulling away, Bucky felt dizzy, like he was drunk off of you. He swears he saw stars in your eyes, the street lights reflecting off your irises. Soft laughter came from you, you bowed your head as bucky stared at you. Practically mesmerized. 
To you, Bucky looked like he was in some sort of shock. Which wouldn’t be too far from the truth, which scared you slightly.
“Everything okay? Did I do something wrong?” you asked innocently, a pang of worry laced your tone.
Bucky frantically shook his head, “no, no– god no. just not used to that.”
“That?” 
“I mean.” Bucky thought for a moment, collecting his mind. “Being kissed. I've always been the one to initiate.”
You smiled sweetly, seeing hints of a flustered, young boyish version of Bucky. One that he, and everyone else swore was long gone. You had always thought otherwise, and tonight proves you right.
“I hope it wasn’t too jarring for you.” you nervously chuckled. 
“It was perfect.”
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— Everything We Never Wanted | B.Barnes
au; enemy.
pairing; bucky barnes x reader.
summary; bucky barnes and you have been silently competing since the day you met. now you are competing over who can make the other more jealous and the both of you can't help but give in. [кукла=doll]
word count; 2.9k.
warnings; smut [fingering, fingering cum back in?, p in v, ass slapping, hair pulling, rough sex, mirror/bathroom sex], language, angst [punching, blood, shoving]. 18+. MDNI.
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— "jealousy was a good look on him".
It was your dress. It truly was. The way it lifted up your thigh every time you swayed your hips was driving Bucky crazy. If he knew that you would be acting out this way he would've never let you enter the doors of the party. He would have stripped your clothes off right there and fucked you until you couldn't walk. He would have made the whole block hear your moans as you both couldn't give less of a fuck that you were on full display. You wouldn't care. As long as you were with each other, everything would be fine.
But now, seeing you brush up against Steve and allow his hands to graze your curves ignited something in Bucky that he found himself feeling quite often when it came to you. He was using every muscle in his body to hold him back from tearing into Steve's throat with his metal arm.
Control yourself Bucky.
Dancing with the blond's hands running along your waist you can feel Bucky's eyes watching your every movement. Jealousy seeps out of each of his pores and you can't help but feel glee. Just as you bring your head closer to Steve's and rest it along his cheek, Bucky's had enough.
Next thing you know Bucky's finger is in the air and calling over a stripper. You watch attentively as she walks up to him, her hips swaying as he smirks your way. "Hey, you alright"? Steve's voice snaps you out of your trance and the eye contact between Bucky and you breaks in a matter of a second. You look up at Steve as his eyes completely undress you as if his hands weren't doing enough. "Yeah no, I'm good". You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer, nuzzling against his head. As the both of you move to the beat of the music you lock eyes with Bucky once again and you watch as the girl wearing neon green sits down beside him and runs her hands up his thighs. Anger flows through your veins and it's enough to get you convicted for murder but you can't.
Buckys playing a game that you intend to win.
You move your hands on top of Steve's and place them on your lower back. "Like what you feel"?
"Sure do".
"You wanna feel lower"?
His eyes light up at that and without another word needing to be said he moves his palms to your ass and squeezes with a tight grip, one that has Bucky moving the dancer off of him and striding up to you with an aura of pure anger around him.
"Steve back up," you warn as you try to shove the blond before Bucky has the opportunity to do anything but you don't move him in time. Just as you're about to stop him, Bucky's fist makes contact with Steve's cheek and Steve hits him back. A group of men rush over to separate the two and Bucky makes sure to get one final punch in before he has your wrist in his grip and is dragging you to the restroom.
"Let go of me James!" you yell over the music as you try to release yourself from him.
He ignores you and swings open the door to the men's room, shoving you up against the wall.
"James"?!
"What the fuck do you think you're doing"? He speaks in a calm manner but you can see through his facade. His flared nostrils and forehead vein give away his true state and you can't help but smirk.
"Is this funny to you"?
"A little" you answer through your eyelashes and the innocence in your voice has his cock growing against his pants and his patience running short. "I'm not in the mood for your games кукла".
"Games"? You laugh in Bucky's face as if he just told you the joke of the century. "I wasn't the one with the stripper practically undressing me".
"Oh because having Steve grab your ass is much different". Sarcasm reeks from him.
Just as you're about to hit him with a comeback, your eyes wander to his forehead and you see the bruise on his temple. Your hand immediately grabs his chin and turns it to the side. "What are you-". You don't give Bucky a chance to finish his question before you harshly release his jaw.
“Sit down,” you mumble as you push him onto the sink. You take a roll of toilet paper in your hand and roll out a few sheets.
You turn the faucet of a neighbouring sink on and groan when it only creaks. “Shit. There’s no water,” you mumble, irritated.
“Use your spit”.
“That’s not hygienic,” you reply disgusted.
He shrugs and you lick your finger. You start to wipe the blood off and squint knowing that it must burn.
“Why are you doing that?” Bucky asks confused.
“Why am I doing.. what?”
“With your face. You’re squishing it together. It’s weird.” he laughs.
You roll your eyes and straighten out your face.
He keeps staring you in the eyes and it bubbles something within you.
“What?”.
He slowly shakes his head while still maintaining eye contact.
“You’re staring,” You say still wiping the blood off of his temple.
“Shamelessly so, yes,” he replies, electric blue eyes piercing through your umber ones.
You can’t help but smile “God, you could’ve gotten seriously hurt. And over what? A stupid competition”.
"There was never a competition".
"There's always a competition". You don't miss a beat. "I mean that's kind of our thing".
Bucky's mood instantly lightens as you tell him about the special connection between the two of you. He feels like he could listen to your voice for hours. Hell, he'd kill to listen to your voice for hours.
"We have a thing"?
Scrunching the used tissue into a ball, you throw it into the trash bin. Your inner kid frowns as the paper doesn't make it into the bin.
"Yeah." you laugh as you go to pick it up. "Everything we do is against each other. And don't even lie about it," you warn with a finger in the air.
"Come're" Bucky speaks and you walk towards him. "Give me some examples".
"Okay well let me think.." you put a finger on your chin as you fake being deep in thought. "Oh! What about when we were at a party and tried to out provoke each other not mere minutes ago". Bucky would like nothing more than to kiss that self-approving smirk right off of your face.
"Come on кукла. I'm being serious".
"Alright" you sigh as you get ready to present him with your list. "Well we competed on who would get to go on that mission to infiltrate the HYDRA base. And the White House. And the Queen's Ball".
"Those were all life-threatening examples Y/N".
You stay silent. He's right. You made sure to go out of your way to take over or at the very least join in on missions that could have Bucky ending up dead and he did the same. You were realizing that you cared for each other and it scares you.
New territory always has.
"I don't like you Bucky". You finally speak when you realize that his hands have made their way down to your waist.
"That's okay," he assures you calmly.
"As a matter of fact, I fucking hate you"! Your voice starts to get louder and anger starts to bubble within you although you're not sure exactly what you're angry about.
"That's okay," he speaks again.
"I fucking hate you and your stupid voice and your stupid mouth and your stupid... hair". You blabber out as you shove your hands into his chest. "God I hate you so much"!
"That's okay".
"Stop saying that it's okay! Argue back asshole!" you yell, this time shoving him so hard his back smacks onto the mirror.
"Argue back!" you hit him again.
No answer.
"Argue back!" and again.
No answer.
"Argue back". Without enough energy to carry out your past actions, you just relax your shoulders in exhaustion and Bucky immediately gets up and pulls you into a hug.
Bucky's arms hold you tight and at that moment it feels as if all of your problems suddenly transformed into no more than minor inconveniences.
"I don't even know what I'm upset about." you confess into his chest.
"Would you hate me for real if I said 'it's okay'?" he jokes as he lets go of you.
"I would" you smile, running a hand through your hair.
The both of you stand there for a second and reflect. Both of you want each other. Want to devour in each other's tastes and scents, but the one thing you share in common is the fear you hold of ruining what you already have.
Fuck it.
You place your index and middle fingers onto Bucky's peck and slowly move them upwards. He immediately takes in a sharp breath and darkens his eyes. His lip tugs under his teeth as his eyelids flutter. "What're you doing sweetheart"?
All you do is smile innocently as you bring your hands up to cradle his face. Pulling his head down to meet your mouth you make sure to let your lips brush against the lobe of his ear. "I’m not wearing any underwear. Thought you’d like to know". The purity in your whisper sends a shiver up his spine.
"You're not making this easy for me кукла," Bucky growls as his grip around your waist tightens.
"Give in James. Please. I need you so bad." you whine as you take his earlobe between your teeth and suck on his skin.
Your actions finally bring him to his breaking point. He picks you up and places you down on the sink, the water droplets soak through the fabric of your dress and to your skin. Without any hesitation, Bucky presses his lips against yours and you do the same back. The kiss is harsh but in a good way. It's full of love yet so much aggression and it's the type that has your hands reaching for his face. His stubble brushes against your skin as his tongue slips into your mouth and glides along your teeth. You moan into Bucky's parted lips as you push your hips up to his and feel his hard-on up against your cunt.
He grunts in between kisses when you start to roll your hips. "кукла fuck".
When you finally give him a segway, Bucky brings his middle and ring fingers to your face and pops them in your mouth. Once he's convinced that your tongue has done sufficient, Bucky slips his fingers out with ease and motions for you to lift your dress.
Once the silk is rolled up your thighs Bucky runs the tips of his fingers up and down your soaking slick. His chest fills with heat as he sees your eyebrows scrunch in anticipation.
You need his fingers and he wants nothing more than to give them to you.
"Ready"?
"Yes. Yes! God just hurry James".
"That's what I like to hear". Bucky smirks before shoving his fingers into your little hole, watching as you move up the sink and adjust around his digits.
Your hand wraps around the back of his neck, pulling him closer so that the only thing separating the two of you is the sink. Bucky can't help but tell you how good you're doing by sucking on your neck when your moans and whines fill the air. It's music to his ears to hear how wet you are just by his fingers alone.
As you feel his fingers curl against your g spot you can't help but tug at the locks of Bucky's hair. That earns you a faster pace.
The coil in your stomach tightens and you don't know how much longer you're going to last. "James oh my- feels so good"!
You're moaning his name over and over again as your back arches closer to Bucky's chest. "You're doin' so well".
"Feels so fucking good" you repeat as you throw your head back.
Hearing his endless praises sends you off your edge and an orgasm like never before hits your body. Waves of pleasure ripple through you and your thigh shakes under Bucky's metal palm as you try to squeeze your legs together only for them to be pulled apart by the metallic mechanism.
"James" you whine, still trying to press your thighs together as you come down from your high.
"Can't let you do that sweetheart. I wanna see this pretty little pussy of yours before I destroy it with my cock".
"James please". You're practically begging him to hurry up as he fumbles to pull his pants down and once they finally are, he pulls you off of the sink and spins you around. You bend as you watch him roll your dress up in the mirror. His eyes light up when he catches sight of your dripping wet pussy. "Ah" you yelp when you feel his hand smackdown onto your ass leaving a burning sensation on the supple skin.
"Please just fuck me".
"My pleasure". With that Bucky lines his cock up with your entrance and meets your eyes for an answer. His hips ease into you as soon as you nod your head. You hiss as he waits for you to give him the go and when you do, it's the best feeling in the world. Hearing Bucky grunt through every thrust had your stomach filling with butterflies and he loves it. Seeing you look a mess all thanks to him not only strokes his ego but also confirms that you are all his now.
Bucky finally has what belongs to him.
Bucky finally has what's his and he doesn't plan on losing it.
"God fuck"!
"Don't think he can even help you now кукла. This was what you wanted, wasn't it? This is why you were acting out in front of my friends"?
"Yes, shit yes"!
"Just needed my cock to fill you up. S'that what it was"?
With his dick pounding in and out of you without mercy all you can manage is a nod.
"Yeah, it was". Smug bastard. "Why act up fuck when you can’t take it, huh”?
Bucky can feel you clenching down on him and he knows that you're close. He slides his left hand under the front of your dress and grabs your bare tits, messaging and tugging at your nipples.
His right-hand moves to your hair and he uses it to wrap your hair in a ponytail. Bucky tugs back on it as he feels himself draw closer to his release. Just as he's about to stop and check up on you Bucky catches you smirking back at him in the mirror earning you a slap on your ass.
God if only you knew what you did to him.
"James don't stop. Please just don't stop".
"Christ I love how you're sqeezin' down on me. Gonna milk this cock real good arent you кукла?" he grunts as he lowers himself to meet your ear.
"Gonna milk it. Gonna milk it James," you mumble absolutely cockdrunk out of your mind.
"Good girl. That's a good fucking girl". James can feel your walls flutter around him and he speeds up his pace. The sounds of your whines, Bucky's moans, skin slapping against skin, and the faint beat of the music fill the room as the both of you reach your highs.
With ripples of euphoria washing over you, again and again, you're finding it hard to concentrate. The restroom becomes a big blur of foggy white and your arms give out.
You thank every higher power that Bucky's arm swings under your body before you have a chance to slam into the dirty sink.
With his own orgasm hitting him and your thigh shaking, he finally has the opportunity to slide out of you and he watches as his cum drips out of your hole.
"Ah, кукла. You look so beautiful." he smiles as he spins you around and places you back onto the sink. "But we can't let that go to waste. Can we now"? Bucky's looking at you with the biggest innocent eyes as you don't know what he has in mind, but god are you in for the surprise.
"No" you reply matching his energy.
"No doll. No, we can't," he mumbles as his lips curve into a smirk. You lean back as you watch Bucky bring his index and middle finger back to your cunt and slide them in with no problem at all. He starts to pump his fingers in you, sliding his cum back inside of you, while attacking your lips with his own.
"Mmm James" you mumble as he bites on your lower lip.
"Ya'sweetheart"? Oh, he really is a bastard.
"Just like that". Your words make Bucky's eyes glimmer. Your lips slot open over his and he moves his kisses to your neck. He sucks on the skin so hard that you know he's going to leave marks. "Just a little more James. M'so close".
Hearing those words, Bucky's fingers speed up and curl against your velvet walls.
In a few more seconds, your eyes roll to the back of your head and your third orgasm hits you like a train. Your hands grip Bucky's biceps and he pulls you close to his chest to help you through your high.
Maybe there was a plus to jealousy.
— la fin.
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Chubby Dumpling
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Summary: Chris misses his chubby dumpling.
Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader RPF
Warnings: Warnings: 18+, MINORS DNI. SMUT, RPF.  FaceTime sex, pet names for body parts, mutual masturbation, dirty talk, mentions of female receiving oral, squirting, and p in v. Praise kink, voice kink, Dom/sub if you squint.
A/N: This drabble is a result of the following ask from @bloomingpresent :
Can we have something about him using this nickname for reader and when he actually finds out in this video that people is using it with Sebastian too he kinda gets more into it. “How’s my chubby dumpling doing?”
Today was a good day for me to be a heaux. We were blessed with the puppy interview, so I had to incorporate things from that as well as the ask, such as lyrics from Return of the Mack. Sorry not sorry. If you enjoy, let me know! 😘
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“I miss you Sweetheart.”
Chris’s soft, gentle drawl made you feel warm all over. And miss him just a little bit less.
“Mmmmm. Miss you too Baby.”
You rolled over and smiled at the sound of Chris’s voice. You opened one eye and stared at his handsome, but tired face. It was 5am in Boston, but it was 6 pm where he was.
Chris took in your sleepy morning face, hair up in a scarf; it was his favorite look on you. He only wanted to see it next to him and not 7,000 miles away through his laptop.
But he smiled wider and winked at you, making you giggle.
“How was your day?”
Chris sighed. You could tell that he was a little wound up.
“Hectic. Tons of press, seems like we spoke to a hundred different journalists.”
You woke up a bit, heart beating faster the longer you looked at Chris. Stretching while holding the phone, your white see-through tank top was revealed above the comforter.
Your man did a double take at your trapped nipples straining against the material. He was hard instantly. He moved to take off his shirt. Soon you heard the sound of his zipper. But you played it off.
“Any original, interesting questions?”
“Nothing like the puppy interview. Or that time with Seb.”
Those eyebrows started to dance and you laughed, stretching again.
“You don't remember a thing you were asked in the puppy interview. And let’s not talk about that interview with Seb..”
Chris got serious when he saw your body again. And comfortable on the bed.
“Speaking of… how’s my chubby dumpling doing?”
Chris was leaning against the headboard of the bed and his room and you could tell by the movement of his arm what he was doing.
You rolled your eyes and ignored his question.
“So what are you up to tonight?”
You bit your lip as you waited for him to answer. He played along.
“I’m gonna meet Seb for dinner in a couple of hours. Gonna have some fun in the casino.”
“Don’t have too much fun.”
Chris watched your mouth turn into a delectable pout and redoubled his efforts.
“Now, Darlin, you know that Seb’s a simp for you. He would murder me if I even look at another woman.”
“That’s right! Seb’s my boy! He knows what’s up.”
Your proud smile was so sexy.
“Luckily, you and your boy don’t have to worry about that. Especially since I have the most beautiful woman in the world to look at whenever I want on FaceTime.”
“Aw. Love it when you try to run game, Chrissy.”
“Well. I can tell when my little girl wants my pearl…”
You cracked up laughing.
“I can NOT with you Christopher!”
Chris loved to make you laugh. He fell in love with you when you were laughing.
“Yes, yes you can. Now, you tried to distract me, but I asked you a question, Sweetie.”
Chris peered at you.
“How’s my little chubby dumpling doing?”
You stopped laughing and cleared your throat.
“Chris…”
“Answer me. And you better not roll your eyes again.”
You gulped and weighed everything he said, but you were needy, missing him like crazy. So you decided to be good.
“She… she misses you…”
You ran your tongue across your bottom lip and bit it as Chris groaned.
“Well, your guy misses you too. See?”
Chris pointed his phone at your friend, who was all swollen and leaking in his hand. You grabbed and licked your lips.
“Damn, Baby. I need it.”
You were too sprung.
“Really?”
Chris’s face was in view again. His eyes were glazed over and those red lips were moist and open.
“Show me.”
You hurried to get your panties off.
“Take off that top too. Damn I wanna bite those nipples.”
Your pussy pulsed at his words and you whimpered as you pulled the tank over your head. You reached for the stand that Chris bought you for these occasions and put it between your legs on the bed. You started to knead your breasts as Chris groaned at the sight of you.
“Fuck! There she is. My little chubby dumpling. I wanna eat that fat little, tight little pussy. Look how wet she is. Spread those lips baby.”
You moaned as you did what you were told, head thrown back and leaning against the headboard, back arched.
“God! I wish I were there to see that tight pussy clench around nothing like that. I’d give it something to squeeze.”
Chris gazed at you through the phone.
“Waddya want? My fingers?”
Chris’s eyes moved from your cunt to your tits to your face, which was blissed out already.
“Uhmm hmmm…”
“Ya want my tongue? I need ya ta sit on my face”
Chris’s voice was broken now, Boston definitely coming out, and your fingers moved, collecting your wetness and spreading it around your pussy and clit.
“Christ, Chris.”
“I wanna make you squirt again. Remember the day I left?”
You struggled to catch your breath as you recalled the multiple massive orgasms Chris gave you as a going away present. Your fingers dipped into your heat as you grasped your nipple with the other hand.
“Gooooood girl. That’s so pretty Darlin, you’re doing so good. You got me hard and now I’m about to cum. Will you cum with me?”
You whimpered again. Chris’s voice was everything.
“I know what you need. You need me in that pretty little hole. You want me to stuff that chubby little dumpling full of my big, hard, cock, Baby?”
And then he panned down again, showing his hand stroking his massive cock.
“Fuck! Ye-he-YESSSSS!”
You started to cum when you saw him manhandling himself. His thick shiny head was playing peekaboo in his palm.
“Ah! Fuck! S-so hot! Don’t stop! Take it Baby!”
You rubbed yourself as long as you could while at the same time watching the magnificence of Chris’s cock and his cum spurting all over his chest and his hand.
You collapsed on your back and listened to Chris moan and tell you you were gorgeous; the phone was still set up between your legs.
“Such a beautiful sight.”
Chris laughed when you leaned up and raised your eyebrow at him. You started giggling, curling up under the covers as you got sleepy again. You watched him go to the bathroom and clean up, eyes drooping.
“Get some more rest sweetheart. I might take a nap before dinner. I love you.”
“Mmmmm. Love you too, Chrissy.”
“Take care of my chubby dumpling!”
You laughed, flipped him off across 7,000 miles and ended the call, knowing that you would get another when he went to bed.
You looked forward to a fun lunchtime FaceTiming Chris in your office.
With the door locked.
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vampy-doll · 4 months
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Turning on a random cheesy looking low budget horror movie to have on in the background while I play sims and all of a sudden Sebastian Stan on the mf screen💀💀stg never heard of this movie before dude
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cattordi · 10 months
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a/n part 2 to what i wrote the other day!! glad u guys enjoyed the other
summary two weeks later, it’s memorial day and your parents throw a party. they invite all your friends and family but unexpected guest shows up.
pairings brothersbestfriend!mechanic!bucky barnes x collegestudent!reader
warnings smut, fluff, breeding, praise, not proofread, face fucking, choking, jealous!reader,foul language, orgasm denial, arguing, sir kink, rough sex, etc. 18+ MINORS DNI
part 1
pretty girl
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you never thought you’d be more uncomfortable around your family, mainly your brother, than you were when bucky barnes walked in.
it’s been 2 weeks since the car debacle and you haven’t spoken since. until now, “it’s good to see you y/n.” he says absentmindedly.
you force yourself to not roll your eyes and instead give a small smile, “bucky i never got to thank you for helping my girl out the other night.” your dad says and you almost spit out your lemonade.
“no need to thank me. if y/n calls i come.” he says in the smoothest way possible, you wouldn’t suspect anything happened.
more of your family begin to arrive as the day sets in and you couldn’t be more happier.
well yeah you could be, if the most beautiful man you ever saw wasn’t burning a hole in the back of your head.
you could literally feel his gaze as you talk to your cousins by the man made fire pit.
though you couldn’t lie, you’d thought about bucky. a lot more than you’d let on. the feeling of him inside you made you wet just at the thought.
squeezing your legs together, you finally look at bucky and he’s smiling, but not at you.
at your cousin.
jealousy filled you as you took another sip of your drink and set the glass down a bit louder than you intended. “y/n, you good?” your brother ask when the sound of the glass hitting the table; catches his attention.
“i’m fine.” you say in a way so he doesn’t ask anymore questions. “just fine.”
with that, you get up and walk inside; not before sending a look buckys way that your cousin just barely missed.
you hated that he made you feel things. mentally and physically. “what have i gotten myself into?” you say as you walk into the kitchen in search of ice.
“me.” a stern voice says from behind you and you don’t have to turn around to know who it is. “y/n, are you jealous?”
“over you? no. i’m enthralled.” you begin while filling your cup with ice. a warm body comes up behind you, “lose the attitude.”
“i don’t have an attitude, i’m really en-“ you begin but his hand snakes up your chest and to your throat, “that mouth in you is gonna get you in a world of trouble with me, babydoll.”
pleasurable tears brim your eyes as his lips meet you neck. “i’ve missed you and i know you missed me.”
“in your dreams.” is all you can mutter out before you’re bent over the counter.
“what’d i tell you about that mouth?” he ask, with his grip tightening on your neck. “maybe i should put it to better use?”
nodding your head quickly, he looks around the kitchen before placing his hand under your dress and finding your uncovered pussy, dripping.
“no panties… and you’re already so wet for me.”
“yes sir.” you say and he smiles like an idiot. “oou i like that. so tell me, do you want me to fuck that pretty face of yours?”
rubbing your legs together between his hand you nod before a harsh smack is landed on your ass. “words baby. i want words.”
“yes sir, i want you to fuck my face.”
with that, he releases your throat and pushes you towards the floor. when you’re done undoing his jeans, his dick springs out at you: hard and leaking precum.
“open up darling.” he groans. as you begin opening your mouth, he plunges his length into your mouth. more tears fill your eyes as he begins thrusting into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat everytime.
his dick is so long and wide that only half of it fits in your mouth. “y/n your mouth feels so fucking good. so good.”
his movements get faster and faster. “you’re such a good slut.“ he praises and that makes you even more wet. “i’m getting close darling. don’t move.”
he slows his thrust down before removing him from your mouth. looking up at him, your makeup ruined, you pout. “you were close, why’d you stop?”
“because i’m not coming unless i’m in that tight pussy so get up.” roughly, he pulls you up and bends you over the counter again.
he bends down behind you and you can immediately feel his hot breath on your slit. “don’t move or make a sound. you cum when i tell you too. you wouldn’t want everyone outside to hear you getting fucked like a slut.”
“yes si-“ but before you can get the rest of yours words out, his mouth is on your clit, sucking and licking on you every which way.
“fuck fuck fuck fuck.” you whisper to yourself as his tongue gets faster. your knuckles are beginning to turn white as you grip the counter.
very soft moans fill the kitchen as bucky continues to eat u like a starved man. “i’m so close.” you moan and bucky slows down.
“hold it darlin.” he says while moving his head which makes his stubble run against clit. “you taste so good.”
he continues fucking you with his mouth even when you tell him you have to come. “hold it.” is his only reply.
“buck i’m gon-“ you begin but before you finish your sentence he rips his mouth from you. “holy shit darling if you have to come so bad, i wanna hear you beg for it.”
his mouth is back on you before you can reply and you let out a gasp. “can i please please please come?”
“no.” he hums on your clit. you let out a much louder moan which is rewarded with a slap to your thigh. “didnt i say don’t make a sound?”
“yes sir.” you moan out. “can i come now please sir, please.”
“hmm, come on my mouth sweet girl.”
with that, you come in his mouth with moans that are quickly hushed by his hand. “sweetheart you taste so fucking good. so good.” he says all while lapping up all the wetness rolling down your thighs.
while coming down from your high you can feel buckys hands on your waist, positioning himself inside of you. “i’m only gonna remind you one more time, don’t make a sound and don’t move. if you do so, i’m gonna have to bend you over and spank your perfect little ass.”
before you can respond, he’s pushing into you with all his force. you moan into your hand as he begins fucking you so hard every thrust moves you across the counter.
“you’re so tight darling.” he groans, “but you feel so fucking good.” his hips snap into your ass repeatedly.
“i’m getting so close buck.” you moan as his hand snakes around the front of your body to rub your clit; adding fuel to the fire.
he pulls you into his chest making him hit a different angle with every thrust, “oh fuck right there.”
“sweetheart i feel you squeezin’ me so well.” he moans slowing does his thrust.
“i’m gonna come bucky.”
“come for me sweetheart.” he says and you do.
you throw your head back at the feeling of you milking his cock. your moans get louder and louder by the second, causing him to cover your mouth and land a smack to your ass again.
the feeling of the smack makes you tighten around him again. “oh my goodness, you’re so fucking tight. making me come.” he groans as he fills you with his cum.
the warmth you feel inside is like no other as he continues to fuck through his orgasm and your own.
once you’re both down form your high, he slowly removes himself from you and gives one more slap to your ass.
nervousness takes over your features as you guys pull yourselves together. “what’s wrong sweetheart?” he ask and you shake your head.
his calm facial expression turns stern quickly, “what’s wrong?”
“this can’t happen again. my brother would murder you if he found out and my parents would disown me.” you say.
“sweetheart we’re both adults, so who says we can’t do this.”
“i thought it was common knowledge. but whatever, just know this can’t happen again.” you say and quickly head back outside. “make sure not to wait like 10 minutes before going back outside.”
no matter how much you say it’s not gonna happen again, we all know it will.
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smurphyse · 1 year
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Breakfast with the Enemy | Dark!Bucky Barnes
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Chapter 3 of Lesser of Two Evils
Warnings: domestic violence, fear, hair pulling, choking, vomiting, forced fingering, humiliation, graphic depictions of violence
Summary: You and James have an awkward late breakfast together. Later, cuddling on the couch turns into something darker
Note: This is a dubcon/noncon fic! Heavy violent content and smut will be prevalent. Read at your own risk and mind the warnings at the beginning of each chapter.
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Bucky didn't sleep. Her twitching and whines kept him up all night, and his aching cock didn't help. 
She was so small and damaged, and all he wanted was to flip her over and pound her into the mattress until she couldn't move or speak, but he knew he needed to savor it. He wondered idly if she'd cry the whole time, and all it did was soak the sheet in precum. 
She was covered in bruises, and the ones on her thighs intrigued him the most. He knew she'd been with Loki for at least a year, and with how relentless his abuse of her seemed, he wondered if she got them from fighting back. 
Had she closed her legs desperately to stop him? Or was it a byproduct of his own viciousness in bed? She had no idea, but the more Bucky learned about their sex life the more he'd know about the man. 
She still had fire, so he hadn't broken her completely. She was petrified of going back, so he was brutal enough for her to sneak out in the dead of night just to avoid his wrath. 
He gazed down at her troubled face, grimacing even in her sleep. How had she gotten out without him noticing? Steve said everything was still quiet at the compound last he heard, so she was smart enough to disappear into the darkness undetected. 
He'd have to watch out for that. 
The battle between the HYDRAs and the Norns was decades long, starting when Loki and Bucky were just kids. They'd played together as children, their fathers close and their mothers good friends. When the war began, Bucky and Loki wanted nothing to do with it. 
But Bucky could still see him, in his mind's eye, standing over his father's body in that warehouse in Brooklyn…hands stained red as Jimmy Barnes bled out on a dirty floor. The look in Loki's eyes when he spotted Bucky… it changed the way he saw his friend forever. 
He became his enemy. The one he'd do anything to make suffer slowly and painfully, wailing for relief. 
The key to Bucky's revenge lay next to him now, half naked and vulnerable. Lost and alone, a lamb ready for sacrificial slaughter. 
"Little girl," he murmured into her hair. He pulled down the covers enough to expose her legs, one draped over his middle. 
Smoothing his hand up her thigh, Bucky palmed her ample ass and squeezed. She was rail thin from lack of good sleep and food, but he saw the potential of what she could be. She just needed to feel safe.
His cock was trapped under her thigh, and while all he wanted was to force her on it until he was satiated, Bucky ran his hand up and down her leg and whispered to her again. He couldn't break her too quickly. 
"Time to wake up." 
She grumbled a bit as she stirred, clutching him tighter and burying her face in his armpit, "Sleep, please."
Bucky scoffed, smiling as he shook his head. Resting his hand on her shoulder, he shook her lightly, "Wake up, doll."
She peeled her eyes open slowly, blinking as her gaze focused on him smiling down at her. Panic enveloped her as she scrambled to get away, but he gripped her shoulders and hoisted her upright. She went stock still, gulping loudly and staring at him wide eyed. 
Bucky brushed back her hair as she began to tremble, her little chin wobbling, "You hungry?"
She hesitated, watching him suspiciously before saying in a small voice, "I can make you breakfast Mr. Barnes."
“That's not what I asked."
Her brows furrowed, and she shook her head, "I'm okay."
He squeezed her shoulders, and she flinched and tried to curl inward, "Are. You. Hungry?"
Her belly growled loudly and she slapped a hand over it and winced, "Yes, sir."
Looping his hands under her armpits, Bucky lifted her and set her on his hip. He kissed the side of her head and said gently as he carried her out of the room, "Good girl. That wasn’t so hard, was it?"
There was no mistaking the blush that plumed across her cheeks at the praise, and he wondered how long it had been since she'd gotten any. Loki was manipulative, but maybe since she was locked away in his house all this time he'd dropped the guise and just tortured her. 
While the first floor of Bucky’s building was a garage, the second was a gym and training center, everything made exactly to his specifications. The penthouse was actually the third and fourth floors combined, as Bucky had done extensive remodeling when he bought the place. All open concept, with one of the best views of NYC a guy could ask for.
Two bedrooms, his office, the kitchen and living room were all on the third floor, a series of stairs leading up to the shelf lined walls that were the fourth floor library. A voracious reader, Bucky had taken after his father and purchased as many as he could get his hands on, new and old. There were a few places to sit and read up there, but Bucky mostly used it as a place to snag a book before plopping on the couch in the center of the floor.
“Wow,” she breathed as he took her through the living room and to the kitchen. She clung to him like a child as she turned in his arms to see as much as she could. “Your home is beautiful, Mr. Barnes.”
Bucky patted her backside in thanks, keeping her on his hip as he pulled out a few pans and some ingredients for French toast. Realizing he couldn’t make breakfast with her perched on him, Bucky set her on the counter and started cracking eggs into a mixing bowl. She pulled at her fingers as he went about his morning routine, watching him with big watery eyes.
When Bucky went to put a piece of bread in the preheated pan, she let out a little gasp and moved as if to reach for him, but quickly pulled back. He cocked his brow at her, “What?”
She gulped and chewed a bit on the inside of her cheek, “I don’t want you to think I’m telling you what to do…”
He waved his spatula at her, “Tell me.”
Letting out a little sigh, she tugged on her fingers again, “You have to put some butter down or it’ll stick to the pan. It’ll burn.”
“It always burns.”
She nodded, averting her gaze as she submitted. Her scrawny legs dangled over the edge of the counter as her whole body seemed to clench, ready for him to lash out for questioning him. 
After eyeing her for a moment, Bucky went back to the fridge and grabbed a tub of Country Crock, dug a knife in and plopped some butter into the pan. She pointed at it cautiously, “A little more.”
“You know butter is bad for you, right?” 
“Better than Crisco,” she shrugged. “You’re carbing up for your workout, right? It’ll help.”
“And how did you know that, little girl?” he asked playfully, but she just frowned and waved a hand toward his chest.
“Look at you.”
He chuckled at the red spattered across her cheeks, but he did what she suggested and put a little more butter in the pan. She sat quietly as he cooked, only speaking when spoken to and chewing anxiously on her lip. Bucky let her be, tiring quickly of her trembling when all he was doing was making her food.
He piled the french toast high on a plate, grabbed a few extras and took them over to the bar peninsula at the end of the counter. He felt her eyes on him as he moved around, watching his every step. When he went back to the kitchen and approached, she spread her legs on instinct and opened her arms for him to pick her up. It made him grin as he set her on his hip, she was learning so fast and he hadn’t even had her for a day.
He set her down gently in a chair and went back for two coffee mugs and the pot. He set the carafe down on a trivet and settled into the stool next to her. “Do you take sugar or milk?”
She bit her lip and looked down at her lap, “I’m not allowed to have coffee.” Bucky frowned and shot her a look, but she refused to look his way. “Why can’t you have coffee?”
“Loki says it makes me… insufferable,” she mumbled so pathetically Bucky wanted to laugh. “And he doesn’t like the taste on me.”
Bucky pushed the mug closer to her and pointed at it, “Take a drink.”
She eyed him like he was trying to trick her, but she obeyed. Her hand shook as she lifted the mug, and impatiently Bucky cupped it for her and held it to her lips so it didn’t spill everywhere. She took a small sip and grimaced, but he held it until she took a larger one, only pulling away when she began to cough.
As he set it down she wiped her mouth delicately with the back of her hand, her eyes watering, “It’s… strong.”
“It’s coffee, doll, it’s supposed to wake you up,” he chuckled and she spared him a small smile in return. “How’s it gonna do that without a little kick?”
“Good point,” she murmured, looking back at her hands again. 
Bucky really couldn’t help himself, not when she was so afraid and wracked with nerves. Trailing his fingers up her arm, she caught his eye just before he wrapped them around her throat. Her gasp caught mid breath as he pulled her close, his nose nuzzling close to hers.
Tears welled as she went stiff, expecting him to hurt her but for now he had no plans to. Instead, Bucky pressed his lips to hers like he had last night. She didn’t stay frozen for as long this time, and when he kissed her again she relaxed under his firm grip. When his tongue snaked in her mouth, groaning as he tasted the coffee on her lips, she went limp and glassy-eyed.
She tasted sweet like honey, the bitterness of the carmelized dark roast blending like heaven in the soft expanse of her mouth. His mind went wild thinking about how she’d feel wrapped around his dick, and too soon he had to pull away. Patience, Barnes, patience.
She nearly fell off the stool she leaned so hard into his hand. Bucky gave her one last peck and sat her upright, then moved his hand to rest on the back of her neck, “I like the way it tastes on you.”
“Wh-oh,” she stammered as she struggled to catch her breath. 
Bucky picked up a fork and speared a piece of toast, depositing it on her plate. She stared at it stupidly so he gave her a soft squeeze, “Eat.”
After twenty agonizing long minutes, she finished a piece and a half, eventually holding her little belly as it settled. Bucky himself had eight pieces, watching her peck her way through her own like a little bird. 
"You finished?" he asked softly, and she nodded so he took what was left of her piece and shoved it in his mouth. 
Without prompting, she took his plate and hers and took it to the sink. Bucky watched with idle curiosity over his mug as she washed the dishes with comfortability, like she'd lived with him for years. He let her, as it was the first time her hands had stopped shaking since he met her, scrubbing egg and butter from the pans with precision. 
He waited until she was done to say, "You don't have to do that, y’know?"
She turned and shrugged, "What else am I going to do?"
Setting down his mug, Bucky stood from the stool. Her eyes went wide and she twisted to face the sink again as if it would protect her from him. He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her neck, delighting in her little shiver. 
"I can think of a few things," he whispered hotly against her skin, kissing a few errant spots here and there. 
Her body froze in place, and there was no mistaking the fearful clench of her jaw. "I meant… outside of that. You want me to be useful, right?"
"Mmm," Bucky hummed, frowning to himself. He hadn't thought about that. "We'll figure something out. If my housekeeper catches you doing her work she'll throw a fit."
"Oh," she said, her shoulders dropping as she eyed the dishes she'd washed. "I didn't realize… Loki had me clean every day."
"I'm not Loki," Bucky growled, pressing his nose threateningly to the back of her ear. He grazed his teeth along the shell, "You have other things to offer me, doll."
She turned slowly in his arms, and he pushed her against the counter just to intimidate her. It worked, the thick swallow she made as she watched him stirred something deep within him. Her eyes were wide and rimmed with tears as she whispered, "I'll do whatever you want, sir."
Bucky grinned like a fiend, "You will if you know what's good for you."
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After one of the most uncomfortable breakfasts of your life, James took you by the wrist and dragged you into the living room. You were pulled off your feet as he plopped down on the couch and tugged you to his side. 
You frowned in confusion when he snagged a blanket from the back of the couch and covered you both with it, letting you nestle into the crook of his shoulder. He flicked on the television and some hallmark movie played, one of those cute Christmas ones that Loki despised. 
"Relax, doll," he told you, patting your backside and chuckling when you jumped. 
"I thought you wanted me here to sleep with me," you said slowly, desperately trying to not enjoy his warmth. 
His chest was hard beneath you, strong but comfortable where Loki was all sharp edges and biting tones. Even his prosthetic was comfortable in the way it draped over your back and held your ass in his palm. He gave you a light squeeze and rested his cheek on the top of your head. 
"Oh, I'm going to fuck you," he said easily, like this whole situation wasn't fucked up. It was hard to remind yourself that he was just as dangerous as Loki when he was treating you like this. Maybe that was the point.
"Then why are you taking care of me?" 
James sighed in annoyance, “You want the truth?”
You hesitated. Did you? Maybe the less you knew the better. 
When you didn’t answer, James pawed at you until you sat up. Gripping your shoulders tightly, his piercing eyes bored a hole through yours as he asked, “Well? Yes or no, doll, I ain’t got all day.”
“I…” you stammered, petering off. James shook you and set his jaw, so you forced yourself to speak, “I don’t want to play mind games anymore. If you want something, just tell me and I’ll do it for you. I don’t have the energy to try to read your mind and fail every time.”
James scoffed, but a devilish smirk spread across his face, “Again, then you should have let me shoot you.”
“Shoot me now, then,” you spat through gritted teeth. That smirk turned into a toothy snarl, and within a second you were launched off the couch and held down on the expensive carpet by your throat.
The blanket tangled between you as James mounted you, throttling you viciously and ripping it away. You struggled under his grasp, kicking as much as you could but he just forced your thighs apart with his own. You couldn’t do anything but flail and cry while he squeezed you so hard your vision blurred.
“How’s this for the truth?” he hissed, shoving up your shirt and exposing you to him. His clothed groin ground against your bare cunt, hard and ready to rip you to pieces. Choking you harshly and ignoring your whines, James leaned in and growled in your ear, “I’m gonna violate every single inch of this body, little girl. You’re my toy now, you belong to me.
“And when I’ve ruined you for anyone else,” James snarled, his nose flush against yours, his breath hot and heavy. “I’m going to tell Loki exactly what I did, and he’ll know just how much you enjoyed it!”
“I won’t like it!” you screamed back, sobbing through your fear and rage. “You’re a rapist, just like him!”
James laughed cruelly, and he brought his other hand between you to cup between your legs. Without warning he shoved two fingers inside, choking you roughly and watching as you cried. Your walls stretched painfully, burning as he ground them as deep as he could, his eyes locked onto yours all the while.
He leaned in close, his lips brushing yours as the chaos suddenly came to a standstill. His fingers slipped from your pussy and he brought them up. When his eyes looked to them, you found yourself looking too. 
He spread his fingers to show the slick webbing stringing between them. James turned to you and grinned, “Then why are you so wet?”
You squinted in confusion, disbelief. It couldn't be real, you weren't enjoying this! You pushed at him and he blessedly let you go, watching gleefully as you scrambled away. Tugging the shirt down to cover where he'd molested you, tears streamed down your face and your chest heaved. 
James got to his knees and sat back on his heels, bringing his fingers up to suck on them. He moaned disgustingly as you watched, horrified and trembling on the carpet. 
"Me or him, doll," he moaned as he pulled them from his lips with a sickening pop. "I can still get you home before he wakes up, but I shudder to think of what he'll do if you come home after that."
You rubbed your throat to ease the sting the best you could, but you knew by now that no amount of gentle massaging would take away what came next. Your stomach lurched as your head swam, and on instinct you got to your feet and bolted for the bedroom. 
James was after you in a second, his heavy footfalls pounding behind you down the hallway. You feebly tried to swing the door shut as you entered the bathroom, crashing painfully to your knees as you threw up the breakfast he’d made into the toilet. 
As wonderful as it tasted going down, French toast was awful coming back up. James’ panting was the only other sound in the small room as you threw up again, and he kneeled behind you and rubbed his hot hand up your back. 
“I lost my temper, doll,” he murmured as you spat the rest of it out. “You upset me is all.”
You scoffed and wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, “I’ve heard that before, Mr. Barnes.”
Blinking away tears, you turned to face him, leaning against the wall and reveling in the cool tile against your body. James sunk down and sat next to you, his large thigh pressed against yours. He palmed your leg and gave you a small squeeze.
“You can call me James,” he told you, in a voice much too sweet for the way he’d been strangling you moments ago. “I plan on keeping you for a while, you may as well call me by my name.”
“You gonna keep calling me ‘doll?’” 
James’ mouth twitched into a grim smile as his grip turned harsh. You gasped and tried to pull away but he wouldn’t let you, instead pinning it down on the tile floor. 
“You are a doll, not a person,” he told you seriously. “Just a thing to be used so I don’t give you back to Loki.”
You glared at him through watery eyes and nodded, “Fine.”
“Fine, what?” 
“I choose you, James,” you sneered, and all he did was smile wider. “I’d rather be your doll than his punching bag.”
James reached out to cup your jaw with his prosthetic hand, the cool metal warming with your body heat. His thumb brushed your bottom lip and he let it drag as he chuckled, “You don’t call what just happened making you into my punching bag?”
You laughed back bitterly, “You have no idea what that man did to me. You have no idea what I’ve let him do so I could survive.”
“You remember that, doll,” James whispered, brushing back your hair like he was your lover and not your captor. He leaned in and kissed your cheek for a moment before pulling back. “You let this happen. Whatever happens to you in this penthouse… you chose it.”
Your chin wobbled as you nodded, your fate now set in stone. 
This was your fault. Just like it was when you let Loki buy you a drink so long ago… you ignored your instincts and let him make you his prisoner, and now you’ve let James do the same.
You let this happen to you… again.
“I choose you.”
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Notes: Doll's playing with fire! Do you think she's made the right choice? The more Bucky learns about Loki, how do you think Doll will fare??
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