#soft!dark bucky barnes

[navybrat817]

Within You

Pairing: Soft!Dark Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: Bucky shows a different side of himself when you venture into a corn maze. Word Count: Over 3.2k Warnings: Explicit sexual content, DUBCON, unprotected vaginal sex, semi-public, breeding kink, spooky vibes, established relationship, possessive behavior, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?). A/N: Welcome to Navy's Trick or Treat Nonsense! Special thanks to @ghotifishreads who suggested soft!dark Bucky with a breeding kink and @tumblin-theworldaway for listening to me (s)cream about this. ❤️ Beta read by the wonderful @vonalyn ​, but any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @firefly-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

It was your first Autumn with Bucky. The two of you had been dating for less than a year, but you were completely enamored with him. Not only was he doting and smart, but he was a man who made your heart flutter in your chest whenever he looked your way. Even thinking about him sets your heart ablaze. He was the one for you.

“Come on,” you smiled as you took his hand and pulled him toward the pumpkin patch entrance.

The two of you took turns regarding date nights and outings. Today, you chose a pumpkin patch. You told him it wouldn’t feel like Fall if you didn’t go and listed off the fun things to do. There was a hayride, pumpkins and apples to pick, a corn maze, and much more. He obliged since he knew it would make you happy. He even gave you a small smile when you told him the website claimed that the maze was tricky, but you knew he’d find his way out easily.

You stopped and inhaled the cool air, the scent of warm apple cider drifting your way from the stand nearby. The temperature dropped just enough that you were comfortable in a sweater and the sun peeked out through the clouds to greet you. It wasn't overly crowded and it was the perfect weather. Even better because you had the perfect man by your side.

It was going to be a good day.

“Where should we start?” You asked, smiling when a small group of kids headed toward one of the tractors. “Hayride? Pick a pumpkin to carve later?”

“Where do you want to start?” Bucky replied, a small breeze blowing some of his dark brown hair back.

Your answer died in your throat as you gazed at him. His hair was the third thing you noticed about him, long enough that it almost touched his shoulders and soft to the touch. You loved running your fingers through it, whether it was to soothe him and pull it when he was between your thighs. The second thing you took notice of was the massive size of your now boyfriend. Over 6’4” with broad shoulders, a puffed out chest, and thighs made for riding, he intimated most while he excited you.

His cool blue eyes, of course, were the first thing. Gazing into them was like swimming in a private sea, ready to ride a gentle wave or get swept away in a storm depending on his mood. You could handle the entire range of emotions because you were his girl. It was that simple.

“You’re staring, doll,” he smiled, your cheeks warm at being caught. If any other guy called you "doll", it would've sounded silly. It was endearing coming from him.

“Well, I can't help it. You’re gorgeous,” you said.

“You are gorgeous,” he argued, the compliment sending more heat to your cheeks.

“You said that this morning,” you teased. The two of you moved in together recently and you had a hard time getting out of bed some days. Waking up beside him was like a dream, but it was your reality.

“And I'll say it again,” he smiled before a girl stopped in front of the two of you with a tray.

“Hi,” she greeted with an ear-to-ear smile. “Would either of you care for a sample of cider? We have warm and chilled.”

“Ooh,” you smiled, glancing between the cups. You loved apple cider. “I'll take warm, please.”

“Same. Thanks,” Bucky said, selecting cups for each of you. He blew on his before he drank it, a weird look crossing his face as he swallowed. “Is something on the bottom of my cup?”

“Nothing on mine,” you said, glancing at his cup once you tried your cider. “I think it's a sticker. Is it a cauldron?”

“Oh! You got the lucky, special sample!” the girl grinned as you and Bucky shared a confused look. She balanced the tray in one hand as she handed your boyfriend an orange coupon and took the empty cups from you. “Free cider for two. Enjoy!”

“Thanks,” Bucky said before she went to give samples to others.

“Lucky guy,” you smiled, raising an eyebrow as he slowly licked his lips. “You okay?”

He blinked and nodded. “Yeah. Was just warmer than I expected.”

“You didn't burn your tongue, did you?”

“No, but you should massage your tongue with mine anyway,” he half joked.

You smiled and nodded toward the maze. “Why don’t we check that out first?”

“So, you’d rather check out a maze instead of soothing your boyfriend's tongue?”

You giggled as you made your way to the start, grabbing a small sheet of paper. There were different sets of “animal tracks” to find throughout the maze. Anyone who found them all got a prize. “Why check out a maze when I can check you out?” You asked, unable to keep a straight face. “That was cheesy.”

“It wasn’t cheesy,” he said before his smile widened. “It was corny.”

“Oh, my god,” you laughed more. One thing about your boyfriend, he could always bring a smile to your face. “You think you’re so…”

A little boy ran out of the maze with a smile before he lost his footing and pitched forward, his sheet of paper floating to the ground as it flew from his hand. You rushed over to help when he began to cry, carefully helping the poor child sit up. “Ouch,” he sniffled.

“Hey. You okay?” you gently asked, making sure to keep your demeanor calm as you brushed some of the dirt away. You also grabbed his sheet before it could blow away. “Can you tell me where it hurts?”

He wiped his face and pointed to his knee once he rolled up his pant leg. “Right here.”

“Okay. Let’s take a look,” you nodded as Bucky joined you, crouching down on the other side of the boy. He looked worried, too. Minus the small scrape, he looked fine overall. “Poor little guy. Scrapes are no fun. But you know what? You’re a strong little boy.”

“I am?” he asked in a small voice.

“Yeah. Very strong,” Bucky agreed. "My girl wouldn't lie to you."

It was sweet how he spoke of you. “And you found all the animals, so you get a prize,” you smiled, showing him his paper where all of them were shaded. “You’re strong and smart,” you added, which brought a smile to his face, too.

“Timmy!” a woman shouted as she jogged out to the maze. “I told you not to run off. Are you okay?”

“I’m okay,” he replied, taking your hand so you could get him to his feet. “Hurts, but I’m strong and smart.”

Timmy’s mom bent down to inspect his knee herself before she gave you a relieved smile. “Thank you for helping him. How can I repay you?”

“That's not necessary. We're glad we could help,” you said, making sure he had his sheet. “You enjoy your prize and listen to your mom, okay?”

“Okay,” he nodded, waving as he went with his mom. “Thanks!”

“Cute little guy,” you smiled as Bucky slowly stood up. Your boyfriend had a few expressions that you were used to seeing, but you couldn’t read the current look he gave you. It was as if he was seeing you in a different light. “What?”

“Why haven't I knocked you up yet?"

You opened your mouth to say something, a feverish and unexpected heat moving through your body. “I’m sorry, what?”

“You heard what I said,” he said, his piercing gaze rooting you to the spot. “Just wondering why I haven't."

Though you knew Bucky was the man for you, the topic of kids hadn’t come up much. Partially because you hadn’t been together a year yet. Wouldn’t it be too soon to have a little one running around when you weren’t even engaged? Not that the two of you had to get married to have kids.

Maybe him seeing me comfort Timmy brought it to the front of his mind.

“I don’t know, Bucky. Why haven’t you knocked me up yet?” you teased. You almost shrank under his gaze a moment later when he didn’t laugh or crack a smile.

“Maybe I should. We can go home and get started right now,” he said. There was no hint of a joke in his tone. “This would be a fun place to bring our kids one day. Don't you think?"

“Why don’t we talk about it after the maze?”

He looked hurt for a split second and you almost assured you weren’t blowing him off. You wouldn't do that. It was merely a serious talk for another time. “Sure. After the maze,” he agreed, taking your hand as you made your way back over.

A chill ran down your spine when you walked through the entrance. It was strange. You weren’t afraid, especially since it wasn’t dark outside. So where did the unexpected chill come from?

“You okay?” Bucky asked, his voice a little rougher than usual as his grip tightened on your hand. Did he feel weird being in here, too? “I didn't freak you out, did I?”

“I'm fine and you didn't freak me out. You know you can tell me anything,” you replied, shaking it off the chill as the two of you began to walk through. The maze took up almost a third of the entire place, the stalks high enough that neither of you could see over them. “I think we should find the werewolf tracks first. Because they're one of your favorite animals.”

Before you could turn right down one of the paths, he brought his mouth close to your face. “That and I wouldn’t mind sinking my teeth in and leaving my mark on you.”

The breath rushed out of your lungs when you turned your head and caught the darkness in his eyes. His pupils were larger than normal as he stepped closer, almost backing you into the corn. “Is that right?”

“And you’ll let me,” he said, your heart racing as he leaned in. His kisses stole the breath from your lungs and your eyes slipped shut just before his lips touched yours. “Won’t you?”

“After we find the first set of tracks,” you whispered, pressing your hands to his chest so he’d back away.

He didn’t budge.

“Seriously, doll. Why haven’t I knocked you up yet?”

This again?

“I thought we were going to talk about that after we got out of here,” you reminded him, stepping to the side to go further down the path. “Where is this coming from anyway?”

“Been thinking about it for some time. I just haven’t said so,” he answered as he followed close behind. Was he afraid to say something before because it was too soon? That admitting it would scare you off? “Now that I'm talking about it, I can't stop.”

You were tempted to make a joke that there was something in his special cider sample making him talk. “You're serious about this?”

“You moved in with me. We love each other. I want a life with you. Of course, I'm serious.”

Glancing over your shoulder to find him watching you, you couldn’t help but smile. “I love you, too, Bucky,” you promised before you focused on the path again. You weren’t sure just how far the two of you had walked through. “But something like that is-”

You shrieked when Bucky spun you around by the shoulder, a wild look in his eyes before his mouth met yours in a persistent kiss. Compelling desire moved through you, but it didn’t matter how much you wanted him. The two of you were still in public. There were families around.

This wasn’t the time or place for this.

He broke the kiss before he shoved you almost painfully to your knees. He was never that forceful. “I’ll lose my mind if I’m not inside you.”

“Bucky, what the hell?!” you asked as he moved behind you and dropped to his knees, too. He yanked your pants and underwear down before you could stop him. Did you want to stop him? “We’re in a maze. What if someone catches us?”

He scoffed as he pushed you forward, forcing you to brace yourself with your hands. The cool breeze touched your exposed pussy, sending another chill down your spine. “You think I care if anyone catches us? I need you and they can’t stop me. They'll see that you're mine.”

The corn seemed to move in closer as you heard him unbuckle his belt, as if to give you some privacy. It had to be your mind playing tricks on you. “I'm already yours. Can you just slow down for a second?”

“I’m sorry, doll,” he swore, clamping a heavy hand over your mouth. “I’m tired of waiting.”

Bucky sheathed you in one hard thrust, your cry smothered by his hand. You admitted to him once that he was the largest you’d ever had, which he both loved and hated. While it made him feel good that your ex-boyfriends weren’t as big as him, could never stretch you the way he could, he hated thinking of anyone else being inside you. He liked to remind you that no one else ever would be. And because of his size, he usually took great care in prepping you.

His need must’ve clouded him, the burn from the stretch more intense than usual.

“I’m sorry, doll. I don't know what's come over me. I can’t help myself,” he apologized again as if he sensed your discomfort, your cunt gripping his cock like a vice as you breathed through your nose. “But it’s okay. I’ll make you feel good. Just take me.”

You whined as he nearly pulled out completely and shoved himself back in as deep as he could go. That was your only warning before he set a steady pace, your hands fisting the dirt and your ears ringing as blood surged through your veins. It wasn’t long before your wetness coated his cock, the burn fading to pleasure from the friction. He fucked you before, but it was nothing like this. Bucky was like a man possessed. No, not even a man. More like a wild animal rutting into you, claiming you.

Where anyone could stumble along and find you.

“So soft. So warm,” he groaned, leaving sloppy kisses along your neck. “So fucking good.”

You tried to push yourself higher on your hands and knees for better support, but the force of his thrusts surged you forward. Removing his hand from your mouth, he placed it on the back of your neck as your cheek hit the dirt. The hold gave him leverage to fuck you deeper with your ass in the air. The soil felt cool in contrast to the hot palm against your skin.

“Better keep quiet,” he warned you, even as the angle sparked ecstasy within you. All you could do was bite your lip to try and keep the sounds in as much as possible. “Or do you want someone to catch me breeding you?”

“What?” you gasped, unable to lift your head as a new sensation hit you.

“You heard me,” he growled, draping himself over your back and maintaining his harsh pace as he breathed against your ear. “Gonna breed you. Gonna fucking drown your womb with my seed. ‘Cause you’re mine. All. Fucking. Mine.”

The sweet doting boyfriend you were used to was nowhere to be found as his cock wrecked your cunt. Was there something unexplainable causing him to act this way or had he been holding back? You would question him later. For now, you could only go limp as he fucked you into the dirt with vigor. And it felt good. You couldn't deny it.

“Gonna be so full of me. Fuck, you’ll look so beautiful carrying my baby,” he grunted, barely able to make out his words his thrusts increased in speed and strength. The slap of skin on skin filled the air and you almost had to cover your mouth yourself to stop your mewls. “Your belly round. Your tits nice and full. Might keep you knocked up so you remember who you belong to.”

The image of Bucky with his hand on your belly filled your mind, sending jolts of unexpected pleasure down to your toes. “I can’t take it, Bucky,” you gasped, even as you felt the tug of your building climax ready to snap. “It’s too much.”

With a deceptively soft kiss to your neck, followed by a small nuzzle, Bucky let out a deep moan. “You can take it. You always do ‘cause you’re mine. My good girl,” he rambled on as you whined, the wet slide of your pussy squeezing him tighter as you got closer. “Need to pump you full. Need your cunt to milk every drop from me. You want it. I know it. Come.”

You couldn’t hold on any longer, your fingers curling in the dirt again as you came with a cry. You were overwhelmed by the pure bliss, shocked at just how powerful your orgasm was. He hadn’t teased your clit, yet you gushed around him like he had. The squelching sound blended in with your whimpers as he fucked you through it.

Maybe you liked the idea of him breeding you more than you realized.

“That’s it, doll,” he groaned as he chased his release. “Take it. Every. Fucking. Drop.”

Bucky's rhythm faltered as his cock pulsed, spilling inside you with a growl. He kept his hips flush against yours as he breathed raggedly against your neck, keeping your bodies joined together for as long as he could. He didn’t move until he began to soften, making a whimper spill from your lips when he pulled out of you. His fingers quickly replaced his cock to keep his spend from sliding out of you.

“You okay, doll?” he asked, his voice still a touch of gruff mixed with softness. “I didn’t mean to be so rough.”

“Mmm,” was the only response you could give him.

It was like a switch had gone off as he helped you up, keeping you from collapsing as he got your underwear and pants up. He wiped as much of the dirt away with his hands as he could, softness in his eyes once again. Minus his disheveled hair, he looked fine. Like he hadn't just fucked you in the corn maze.

You two were lucky you hadn't gotten caught.

He hugged you as close as he could while you tried to make sense of his behavior. Whatever raging beast was inside him was satisfied for the time being. But what came over him?

Large hands framed your face as you tried to get your shaking under control. “I love you.”

“Love you, too,” you mumbled.

“I’ll draw us a bath when we get home, okay? Get you cleaned up and make sure you aren't too sore,” he offered with a tender kiss to your lips. “After I throw out your birth control pills. You won’t need those anymore.”

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[jobean12-blog]

The Shadow of Love

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader (Fairytale/Vampire AU, soft!dark)

Word Count: 6,017

Summary: James has spent many of his long years in despair...until he finds you. 

Author’s Note: This is for @boxofbonesfic “Once Upon a Time” celebration and 10K milestone! Congratulations lovely and thank you for hosting! 💕This is also for Lilo and Aqua’s “Myths and Legends” writing challenge @sparkledfirecracker @tumblin-theworldaway thank you both for hosting!💕 The fairytale that inspired this is Beauty and the Beast. I also have references to the book Frankenstein by Mary Shelley. I used a lot of Vampire myth and legend, including some form of magic-charming- to keep the reader under control. James and his companions are definitely from a different era of time than the reader and they come off kind of fancy for that reason. 

Warnings: mentions of b-loo-d, mind c-ontrol and magic charming, k-id-napping, built up tension, moments of f-ea-r, s-ucking b-loo-d, b-iting, but there is some softness laced in between all of it (18+ONLY)-if I miss any please let me know :)

The banner above is mine. It’s terrible because I’m terrible at banners. The edit on the left was made by my dear friend Nix, which is the opposite of terrible, it’s amazing 💕This photo below is all Seb, I take no credit for his gorgeousness. 

The last rays of a dying sun filter through the ornate stained-glass windows of the estate and cast shimmers of fading color upon the dusty stone floor. The only other light is from a pair of blue eyes, so startling, they rival the beauty of the ancient artwork adorning the walls.

“You are sulking again,” a voice calls from the back of the room.

It receives no answer and there is no sound of footsteps as the other approaches, materializing next to the set of blue eyes.

“Are you going to spend all of eternity in this constant state of shadow?” the new voice asks.

James turns to his companion, the years of their friendship spread out over centuries, and asks, “isn’t that the very nature of our existence?”

Steven only stares ahead in answer before placing a placating hand on James’ shoulder. “You have the power to take what you want. You must make a choice. Stop lingering in this…purgatory.”

James only nods before his legs begin to vaporize and tendrils of dark mist crawl up his long body. His eyes are the last thing Steven sees, the blue piercing the black cloud before James is gone.

Steven drops his head then turns on his heel, walking briskly from the large room.

The bar is busier than usual tonight, full of tourists regaling in their visit and drunk locals cheering them on. You run from table to table, dodging sloshing pints and groping hands. When you finally find yourself back behind the bar you let out a long exhale and lean on the counter, smiling when your friend the bartender dashes past you for more glasses.

“Really hopping tonight,” Matt yells with a smile.

You laugh with an exaggerated wipe of your brow then grab your glass of cool water for a nice long drink. You take no notice of the pair of stunning blue eyes that follow your every move, their owner cloaked in shadow and hidden from the sight of most.

In the next hours that pass many of the patrons become too drunk to carry on a conversation and the travelers move on, so the bar is now quiet and you have time for your favorite activity. You reach under the bar top and retrieve your book, a smile gracing your features as you sit and open to your bookmark.

“Reading again?” Matt asks as he grabs himself a drink of water.

“Always,” you answer without looking up.

He’s silent for several moments until he leans down to whisper along your ear, “that man over there…he hasn’t taken his eyes off you all night. Do you know him?”

You keep your head down as if you are still reading but slowly lift your eyes and search the room. At first you see nothing and your brow furrows in confusion.

“Matt, I don’t see…” you start to whisper, stopping short when your breath catches in your throat at the sight of the man he speaks of.

It’s as if the world around you fades away and you’re consumed by the presence of this stranger. Your breathing slows and at first all you can hear is the rush of blood in your ears, until his voices penetrates the veil, smooth like silk even as you stare at lips unmoving. It frightens you but you can’t seem to break away and it feels as though you’re being pulled toward him by an invisible string.

“Hey!” you suddenly hear your body shaking under the force of Matt’s hands.

You gasp loudly and grab hold of Matt’s arm, turning to him with wide and panicked eyes.

“You ok?” Matt asks, much more softly now, his features etched with concern.

“I…,” you start and swing your head back in the direction of the stranger but he seems to have disappeared into thin air. “I think so.”

Matt follows your line of sight and whispers, his shock evident, “he’s gone.”

You swallow hard and cling to Matt with trembling hands. “I swear it was like I was under a spell,” you say quietly.

“It looked like you were in a trance,” Matt explains before handing you more water.

“Have you seen him before?” Matt asks.

You don’t answer right away, a chill running down your spine as your mind races.

“I don’t know…it all felt eerily familiar but I never even got a look at him.”

“Did you frighten her again?” Steven grins when James pushes through the large double doors of the estate with a loud bang.

James shoots him a cold glare and Steven’s grin fades.

“She is always with that young man…Matt” James states, his distaste obvious in the way he says the name. “Who is he? Why does she stay with him?”

Steven waits before answering, clearly formulating a careful response.

“I have seen him,” Steven answers. “You have mentioned they work together…perhaps they are just friends.”

“She isn’t in love with him,” James states after a prolonged silence. “But he is in love with her.”

Steven takes a step toward James, resting both of his hands on James’ broad shoulders.

“Do not make any thoughtless actions James,” Steven warns. “You don’t want to lose her before you even have her.”

“You think she would be upset if I…disposed of him?”

James’ question makes Steven raise his brows with a wry smile.

“Fine…I won’t kill him,” James sighs. “But I will not allow him to stand in the way of what’s mine.”

The next few nights of work are uneventful and slow and by the time the weekend rolls around you’ve almost finished your book.

You feel his presence before you see him, a warm rush of awareness overwhelming your senses. You lift your gaze from the page and meet his incredible blue eyes. He’s handsome in a way that’s arresting and your heart starts to beat faster.

“Hello doll,” the man greets.

You stare at him, your mouth curving into a cautious smile.

He smiles back, his plush red lips spreading wide over white teeth.

“Have we met before?” you muse as you openly study him.

“I don’t believe so,” he answers. “I would never forget such a beautiful creature.”

Your eyes linger on his handsome features, his eyes standing out above all else, before you lower your lashes at his compliment.

“Can I get you a drink?” you ask, as you close your book and hide it back under the bar.

“Please,” he says. “Red wine.”

You nod and go about pouring him some, setting the glass down carefully and noting how his long and thick fingers curl seductively around the stem.

“What book has you so captivated?” he asks as he swirls the liquid around the glass.  

“Frankenstein,” you answer. “Have you read it?”

“I have.”

You instantly brighten at his answer and hold out your hand to introduce yourself. He takes it, filled with a sudden delirious hope as he dips his head to brush his cool lips across your knuckles.

Goosebumps erupt across your skin at the feel of his lips but thankfully you recover by the time he lifts his eyes back to yours.

“A pleasure doll. I’m James. James Barnes.”

Your eyes widen slightly at the recognition of his name.

“James,” you repeat in a soft murmur and he tenses at how keenly he wants to hear his name on your perfect lips again and again.

“So I do know you…sort of.”

You’d heard stories of the famous family but you always assumed they were nothing more than that…stories.

“You may have heard my name before, yes,” he acknowledges, “but I assure you that whatever you’ve heard isn’t quite the truth.

“Guess I’ll just have to find out for myself,” you reply.

James steels himself, hiding his pleasure at your words with a swift change of topic.

“How do you like the book so far?” he asks.

“I love it! It’s hauntingly beautiful and sad. I’m almost finished.”

With an agreeable nod he launches into a perfectly articulated and clever review of the book, much to your delight and you find yourself completely engrossed with his every word.

“You must come and see my library,” James tells you. “I have an extensive collection.”

You sigh at the thought, resting your elbows on the bar and leaning in close to him.

“I’d love that more than anything. I’ve always dreamed of having my very own library.”

His eyes flash, silver against his pale skin, and he brushes his fingers down your arm.

“You are most welcome any time doll. I think you would find my home has many things you would enjoy.”

Matt loudly calls your name, his tone sharp, and it startles you.

“Need some help down here,” he repeats, eyeing you suspiciously.

You pull yourself away from James, feeling slightly lightheaded but managing a smile.

“I apologize but I need to go help…”

“Of course doll,” James says smoothly, gritting his teeth with anger at the interruption.

“Perhaps I may request your presence at the ball I’m hosting next week. I can show you my library.”

You can’t hide your surprise at his invitation, your eyes filled with nervous anticipation.

“If you’d rather have a more private introduction I will understand,” he quickly adds.

“No, no,” you assure him once you recover. “But a ball…isn’t that old fashioned?”

You make sure to smile after you tell him this.

“Indeed it is!” he agrees with a smile. “You’ll find I can be very old fashioned…perhaps I should have used the term party.”

“There is much to do!” James bellows as Steven follows behind. “Everything needs to be cleaned and prepared. Nothing can be left undone!”

Steven rushes off to alert the others and begin the preparations while James stalks off to the library to make sure his most befitting gift is in order.

“Why wasn’t I invited?” Matt asks as he follows you around your small bedroom. “You need someone to come with you to keep you safe! We hardly know this guy.”

You turn to him with a smirk.

“Well, anyone who enjoys books as much as I do can’t be all bad!” you exclaim as you look him over. “Now go find something to wear.”

When you arrive at James’ estate you tilt your head back to follow the grand height of the edifice. It looms darkly against the star filled sky, backlit by the shine of the moon.

“Wow, it’s bigger than I imagined,” you whisper to Matt.

“This place is insane! It looks like some creepy house from one of your books,” he jokes.

You elbow him before smoothing your hands down your dress and using the knocker to alert your presence.

The door swiftly opens to reveal a tall blonde with a sweet smile.

“Welcome,” he states, keeping his eyes on you. “James is expecting you.”

He finally moves his eyes to Matt and his lips turn down into a slight frown.

“You’ve brought a guest,” Steven states dryly.

You fidget with your hands and drop your head.

“I didn’t wan to come alone…” you start to say quietly.

“Do not fret darling,” Steven says kindly. “You were simply being smart. Please, come in.”

He reaches for your hand and you take his, stepping inside with Matt right behind you.

As Steven ushers you down the long hallway you take the opportunity to look around, noting the elaborately decorated walls, with bold colors but delicate carvings and when you pass a set of large floor to ceiling windows you notice a splash of vibrant color outside.

“Oh!” you exclaim, stopping to look. “You have a garden?”

Steven steps closer to you, admiring the blooms.

“We do,” he says proudly. “It is James’ second most prized possession…his library being the first.”

A bright smile graces your features at the mention of the library.

“And all these flowers bloom at night?” you ask, your forehead furrowed now in thought. “How strange.”

Steven clears his throat. “Why yes! Excellent observation my sweet. James prefers the beauty and fragrance of things…nocturnal.”

“Now come, we don’t want to be late.”

With that, Steven urges you down the hallway toward large wooden double doors. He pushes them open with ease and sweeps out his arm with a bow.

You give him an elegant nod of your head and enter. The domed ceiling is covered with magnificent frescoes and the candlelit wall sconces cast various hunting battles, landscape scenes, and jousts in an eerie glow.

“Wow,” you whisper, still looking up when you feel that familiar shiver creep down your spine.

That’s when you turn and see him. He approaches slowly, his tall and powerful body moving smoothly across the floor. He’s dressed formally and when he reaches you he bows with a flourish.

You’re momentarily stunned, the opulence of it all something you are not used to.

James holds out an inviting hand just as you hear the first note from an organ hidden above you, the melodic sound reverberating in the open space.

You reach for him, placing your fingers in his palm and smiling softly.

“If I see but one smile on your lips when we meet, occasioned by this or any other exertion of mine, I shall need no other happiness,” he murmurs, quoting a line from Frankenstein.

“Oh that’s one of my favorites from the story!” you gush.

In a whirl you are quickly in his arms, one of his hands holding yours and the other placed at your lower back.

“I’m so delighted you came,” he says tenderly as his eyes wander over your face then sweep down your body. “You are a vision. The stars will be jealous of you tonight.”

If the use of one of your favorite lines didn’t already work his most recent words make you swoon and you clutch his hand more tightly, nibbling your bottom lip.

“James…” you begin but he spins you away before you can say more and when you’re back in his arms his face is only inches from yours and you’re at a loss for any other words.

He keeps you close and you can feel every inch of his hard body pressed to yours.

The sound of voices draws your attention away and you suddenly remember Matt.

“Oh!” you exclaim, “what about Matt?”

James smiles and although the gesture is warm something dark flickers in his eyes.

“Your friend seems to be doing just fine doll,” James tells you as he spins you both around so you can see.

Matt is currently dancing with a beautiful red head, her pale face lit up in a smile as they twirl around the room.

“He certainly looks fine,” you finally say with a giggle.

“I assure you my friends are very engaging. They were overjoyed to know I was having company. Natasha especially. She loves to dance and it’s been quite some time since I’ve entertained.”

“Your home is beautiful,” you say. “Do you live here alone?”

“No. Not alone,” he says. “Steven is my companion…we have been through much together and our friendship runs deep.”

“I met him when we got here and he showed me a glimpse of your impressive garden.”  

James smiles, doing nothing to hide the haughty lift of his chin, and says, “ah yes! You’ve seen my flowers. I do enjoy tending to my nightly blooms.”

“I noticed many of them were open even in the nighttime,” you state pleasantly, not wanting to come off as rude.

“Yes all flowers of the darkness. The moonflowers are my personal favorite.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen one of those before,” you say.

“Well I’ll be sure to give you the grand tour of the garden after you see the library,” he beams.

As you continue to dance and talk you lose track of time, not even noticing that Matt has long since disappeared and you and James are the only two left in the large room.

“You’re a wonderful dancer James.”

“I’ve had many years of practice,” he explains. “And it helps having such an exquisite partner.”

You glow under his praise and find yourself craving more from him. You press yourself closer and release his hand, languidly sliding it along his shoulder to rest just below the base of his neck.

Joyously he returns your embrace, holding you affectionately as he continues to float you around the room. As the music slows so do his steps and as if sensing the change, you cling to him, your fingers sliding into the hair at the back of his neck.

His passion mixes with the innate thirst he has kept hidden and the scent of your skin, the feel of your body and the taste of you is overwhelming. He yields, and with a groan, dips his head to kiss your throat, his fangs emerging quickly and purposefully.

His kiss is gentle, not that of a predator but of a lover, and you gasp at first but don’t pull away. An ecstasy like you’ve never known takes over and any thought of pain ebbs away with every pulse of your blood.

“James!” comes a commanding voice that goes unheard by you. “Release her!”

You’re suddenly thrust from James’ arms, weak and dizzy. A soothing voice enters your head and your eyelids grow heavy, the room around you slowly fading into blackness.

James paces at the foot of his large bed, the four wooden posts holding up the deep velvet draping’s that partially shield you from his eyes.

“The thirst is commanding,” Steven states placidly. “But you must be more careful!”

James turns to his lifelong friend and stares, his lips parting as his fangs grow and sharpen.

“Yes, it does,” James answers, his voice low and menacing. “I need to feed.”

Steven nods with a quick glance at your prone form on the bed. “She will be safe here and she will sleep through tomorrow’s sun. Come. Let us hunt.”

The two men take long strides toward the door and with one last longing glance behind him, your soft features illuminated by a sliver of the moon’s pale light that escapes through the tapestries, James’ body shifts into the shape of a sleek black wolf and he races away.

At the smell of food you gently shift along the silken sheets, stretching out like a cat before you blink your eyes open. Darkness surrounds you and the smell of something sweet but weathered permeates the scent of the well-cooked meal.

You sit up slowly, clutching the sheets to your chest and noting that you are no longer wearing your dress from last night, only a thin chemise.

Last night?

Your mind begins to race and your voice catches in your throat as your eyes focus on the room.

“Where am I?” you squeak out, plastering yourself to the leather headboard.

“You’re safe doll.”

At the sound of James’ soothing voice you visibly relax. Something about his presence makes you feel calmer. You don’t quite understand it but he puts your mind and body at ease.

“What happened?” you ask. “Where is Matt?”

“You indulged a bit too much after dancing,” he explains as he moves closer, now standing beside the bed. “You were unfit to get home so I let you sleep here. As for Matt, he is safe at home.”

Again, for reasons unknown to you, you trust his word.

“Is this your bed?” you ask as you fingers sweep over the plush fabric.

You look up at him with the unspoken question in your eyes.

“Yes,” he whispers. “But I slept elsewhere. I promise you.”

More tension leaves your shoulders and you look past him to the steaming food on the small table.

“Hungry?” he asks with a mischievous grin.

“Starving!” you exclaim as you start to get up.

When you stand your legs are wobbly and you teeter at the edge of the bed.

James quickly wraps you in his embrace and holds you against his chest.

“Slow,” he instructs. “You have slept long and haven’t eaten. Sit. I will bring it to you.”

He gently sits you back down and goes to get the tray of food, setting it down beside you on the bed. He pulls up a chair and sits beside you, stabbing a piece of the food with the fork and bringing it to your lips.

Your eyes stay locked on his as your mouth opens and you take a bite. The low moan that leaves the back of your throat is unexpected but you are hungrier than you thought and the food is delicious.

His eyes flash and he grips the fork tighter, his already white skin pulled tight against his knuckles.

“Good, isn’t it?” he asks, plucking another bite from the plate.

“Yes,” you whisper, eagerly taking the second piece.

“Eat all you want doll. You’ll need your energy for all I have to show you today.”

He entertains you with stories of how he’s collected his books and how he came to love gardening. You brighten at his words and dutifully eat all the food on the plate.

When you’ve had your fill he stands and begins to collect the tray. You sit back with a contented sigh, fiddling with your necklace. Your fingers graze something on your neck and a rush of emotion floods through you.

“James,” you say, your voice wavering.

He’s instantly at your side, his face etched with worry.

“I…I have…” you stammer, fighting the growing warning in your head.

James delicately rests his palm over your cheek, brushing his thumb across your lips.

“Everything is fine doll. I have everything you need here. Just say the words and it will be yours.”

Your eyes refocus and settle on his as a sense of peacefulness washes over you once again.

“Thank you.”

He smiles, warm and inviting, and your eyes drop to his lips. You’re drawn to him in every way, his charm ever present in the forefront of your mind and you grab his wrist, leaning in closer.

A loud knock on the door startles you from your trance and you pull away, quickly covering yourself with the blanket.

James’ eyes narrow and he let’s out a low rumble.

“Come in,” he says dangerously.

Steven enters and looks between the two of you, his eyes widening slightly at the look on James’ face.

“Sorry to disturb you,” he regrets. “But you are needed.”

He keeps his eyes on James and waits.

“I won’t be long,” James assures you, pressing his lips to the corner of your mouth. “You’ll find everything you need in the chest at the foot of the bed. Feel free to wander the house.”

He stands abruptly and moves toward Steven, brushing past him with the soft closing of the door.

“This better be worth my time,” James seethes.

Once the two men are far enough away from the bedroom Steven grabs James’ arm and swiftly turns him so they are face to face.

“Do you have her under your charm?” Steven asks, his teeth gritted.

James turns away, walking toward the windows to look out over the garden, the bright blooms like stars scattered across the darkness.  

“She will try to run,” he states coldly. “I will not have it.”

“James,” Steven sighs as he comes to stand beside his friend. “You do not give yourself enough credit. How do you know she will not grow to love you?”

James is silent for a long time, his eyes still staring out at the darkness.

When he finally speaks his voice is smaller, carrying none of it’s usual authority and fierceness.

“One could no sooner love a monster.”

“Give her time,” Steven answers quietly.

James makes no further comment and simply asks, “what could be so important that you would pull me from my love?”

“The young man…Matt, came to the estate. He is demanding to know why she is still here in your care and when she is coming home.”

James is quiet for a long time after Steven’s explanation and finally he squares his shoulders and sets his jaw firmly in line.

“Deal with it and make sure I am not disturbed again unless absolutely necessary.”

Before Steven can give any sign of acknowledgement James whisps away into a bat and speeds down the hall toward the library.

You dress in the clothes that he left you, running your fingertips over the soft fabric of the simple dress and loving how it fits you perfectly. The floor beneath your feet is chilly and you silently wish for something warm to cover them. Just as you open the door of the bedroom you notice a pair of slippers resting at the side and you wonder if the house has heard your silent request and answered.

Now warm and comfortable you make your way down the long hallway, passing the room from last night where you danced with James. You continue further down, seeing many smaller adjacent rooms that hold cozy sitting areas and desks.

When you reach the end of the hall, moonlight gathers on the stone floor from one of the large windows, and a large oaken door sits slightly ajar.

You take a deep breath and gently push it open the rest of the way.

A large fire burns comfortably in the hearth, its ruddy glow infusing the room with heat and light. The walls are lined from floor to ceiling with richly carved wooden bookshelves, every available space filled with books.

The scent of well-oiled leather and old parchment invades your senses and you throw your hands up and twirl with barely subdued awe.

“I was hoping I would be back in time to see your reaction,” James purrs from the doorway.

You spin around to find him leaning against the tall wooden doorframe, his perfect lips carved into a soft smile.

“Oh James!” you exclaim. “It’s just….”

You squeal in happiness, running to one of the shelves and plucking a book off, your fingers moving reverently across the worn binding before you carefully open it and lift it to your nose.

Your inhalation is loud and full and when you lift your eyes to James his own are crinkled with joy.

“Is it everything you hoped for?” he inquires as he moves toward you.

“It’s even better,” you whisper, clutching the book to your chest.

When he reaches you he presses his long fingers under your chin, caressing your jaw with his thumb.

“I cannot express the happiness this brings me. You may read anything you like. They are yours.”  

Your mouth falls open at his offer and your eyes widen, brightening with tears.

“But…why? You just met me. Isn’t there someone else…?”

“There is no one else,” he says sharply, not meaning to speak so and he quickly smiles and tucks you under his arm.

“There is no one else who would enjoy them as much as you,” he says, this time his voice soft and pleasant.

“What about you?”

Your question catches him off guard and he studies you silently before gathering you in his arms and pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

“Yes. I will enjoy them too of course.”

He’s reluctant to let you go but he can feel your body brimming with excitement.

“Go, enjoy! I will come find you shortly for dinner.”

He turns to leave but you grab his hand and give it a small tug, smiling under your lashes when he gives you a curious look. You press your palm to one of his cheeks and softly kiss the other, your lips lingering for a moment before you pull away.

“Thank you,” you whisper and with a wide smile you dash off to the shelves.

James wanders back down the hall, his fingers pressed to the same spot your lips had touched and for the first time he weighs the reality of Steven’s words.

Could you really love him? Would you stay because you wanted to?

When Steven comes to collect you for dinner you are curled up in one of the scarlet velvet cushioned chairs, a large book in your lap and a wistful expression on your face.

“My dear,” Steven says softly. “Dinner is ready and you must be hungry.”

You look up with a start but smile when you see him.

“Yes, I am!” you say with a laugh. “What time is it?”

“It is well past dinner time but your schedule is off after your night of partying.”

At that last word Steven gives you a playful grin and you match it but as you stand and go to him it begins to fall.

“I don’t even remember having a drink! All I remember is dancing with James and then I woke up in his bed.”

Your steps slow and you look at Steven, your eyes turning round with fear.

“Don’t worry,” he says carefully, moving forward tentatively to take your hand. “Everything is fine and you are safe.”

His words are like a warm caress and you feel the tension seep from your body.

“What have you been reading?” he asks as he urges you out the door of the library.

With your fearful thoughts a distant memory you divulge Steven in every little detail of the book you’ve read so far…a first edition copy of ‘Wuthering Heights.’

“I still can’t believe I have it in my hands,” you say with amazement as you look down at the book. “Where did he get this?”

“You can ask him yourself,” Steven smiles as he holds the door of the dining room open.

James greets you by taking your free hand and leading you toward the chair next to his, pulling it out so you may sit.

Steven clears his throat to get James’ attention, a silent exchange passing between them. James nods and proceeds to sit.

“So, what do you think so far?” James asks as his eyes drop to the book.

“I love it but how did you get a first edition copy?”

Your excitedness eases some of the worry that Steven’s earlier warning provoked and he relaxes, eagerly listening to your chatter about the book.

“Won’t you have something to eat?” you ask when you scrape your plate clean with your last bite.

James glances down at his still full plate and smiles.

“Well, I was so enraptured with you, I forgot to eat,” he says with a wink. “But come, we will go to the garden before we have some dessert.”

He stands and reaches for your hand, taking it and looping your arm with his. You press into his side and walk with him down the long hallway toward the garden.

The darkness of the night isn’t oppressive, the leaf-filtered moonlight turning the garden into a moving tapestry of shadows and wisps, and all around are the soft sounds of nighttime life.

James breathes in deeply, the subtle scent of your warm blood taking precedent above all the other fragrances from the flowers. A warm breeze travels among the leaves and blooms yet your body trembles.

“Are you cold?” James asks.

“It isn’t cold out but for some reason I feel a chill.”

At your answer he shrugs off his jacket and drapes it over your shoulders. You smile in thanks and pull it closer to your body, discreetly sniffing the collar.

His smell makes you sigh and you snuggle closer to the warm fabric.

“It must be a lot of work to care for all these flowers,” you muse as you meander down the stone pathways.

“It takes nurturing and patience,” he says quietly as his eyes wander across the flowers. “Time is something I have a lot of.”

He steps closer to the moonflower plant and gently picks a blossom, twirling it between his long fingers.

“This, doll, is a moonflower.”

He holds it just under your nose, the soft petals tickling your skin as you inhale.

“It smells almost citrusy,” you remark. “They are beautiful.”

He takes the flower and tucks it under the thin strap of your dress, his fingertips tracing the outline of your collarbone before ghosting along your throat.

“Did you know they are deadly if ingested?”

Your eyebrows raise and you shake your head, leaning into his touch. “The seeds are highly toxic but thankfully once you educate yourself they are both very safe and very easy to cultivate.”

“Do they stay open in the daytime?” you ask, your voice breathless.

“They do not. They are true nighttime blooms. Only in the darkness do they come alive.”

His fingers move higher and curl around the back of your neck. Your scent surrounds him, drowning out all his other sharpened senses.

“James,” your voice trembles.

“Do you want to know another of my favorite quotes from your beloved Frankenstein story?” he whispers, his breath cool against your skin.

His fangs begin to lengthen and hunger tugs at every fiber of his unnatural existence.

“What is it?” you ask, your body now completely pliant against his.

His nose brushes along the length of your neck and he gently nips at your earlobe, pressing his thumb under your chin to tilt your head back and expose more of your throat.

“If I cannot inspire love, I will cause fear,” he murmurs, pressing his lips just below your ear.

You tremble but this time it’s not from the cold and when your eyes meet his commanding gaze you smile softly and press closer to him.

“But I am not afraid,” you whisper.

He takes your face in his hands and smooths the pad of his thumb across your lips, his tongue darting out to wet his own, their color red with the anticipation of the taste of you. His fingers slide down and graze your pulse point, the rhythmic throbbing sending a rush of heat through his body.

The clouds move slowly across the sky, exposing the full silver light of the moon and it floods the garden, bathing you both in an ethereal glow.

“I will no longer suffer this eternity alone. You will be mine forever.”

His lips press to yours, nipping and licking your warm flesh before he parts your tongue and swallows your gasps of pleasure. A fire erupts across your skin and your fingernails dig into his back, his jacket falling to the ground in a heap of dark fabric.

As his hands explore your bare skin he can barely contain his awe, the feeling of you is better than anything he could have imagined in his long life.

The flower that is secured in your dress floats to the floor as his fingers slip under the thin straps and slowly push them off your shoulders. His lips never leave yours when his hands travel lower, caressing every inch of you that he can.

“James, please,” you beg, fumbling with the buttons of his shirt, desperate to feel more of him.

He pulls away, your lips still chasing his, and looks into your eyes.

Slowly he loosens his hold over you and some of the light returns to your eyes like a spark ignited. You reach for him again; this time of your own accord and he growls in victory.

With languid movements he brings your lips to his once again, softly kissing them before he moves down your neck, lightly scraping your skin with his elongated fangs.

You gasp his name, a whispered plea, and he can no longer deny the thirst that burns inside him like a fever and without warning he embeds his fangs in your soft flesh.

For that one brief moment all desire leaves your body and is replaced with an innate terror at the realization of what’s happening. With a weak push on his chest you try to get away but it’s too late and before the cry of anguish can leave your parted lips you sink into an inky blackness, the feeling of ecstasy creeping over you like a veil, shrouding all else in shadow.

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trust me - chapter two

series masterlist

pairing: stucky x curvy!reader (dark!steve/soft!dark steve and bucky/soft!dark bucky)

warnings: not really any for this chapter but this series is dark so again, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat. some mentions of paranoia, anxiety, and a previous attack reader experienced. +18 ONLY. (if i’m missing something important pls let me know!)

words: 1.5k

notes: a whole year later, here’s chapter two. i’m so unsure i’ll ever finish this series but i figured, might as well share what i have. this isn’t edited so sorry for any errors!

You slept through dinner time, thoroughly worn out thanks to Bucky who was sleeping right alongside you on the couch, both of you naked as could be. You only woke up when you were suddenly jolted by something, someone.

Steve had arrived at the cabin, unsurprised to find you and Bucky still laying on the couch. He admired your form as you were pressed into Bucky, his arms wrapped around you, unintentionally protecting your decency. A lick of jealousy hit him once again. He scowled at his friend and kicked the back of the couch. Hard.

You startled against Bucky with a gasp as the force of Steve’s kick shoved the couch and would’ve had you rolling off of it if not for Bucky tightening his hold on you instinctively. Looking up, you were met with the dark, piercing blue eyes of Steve. You yelped in surprise, pulling Bucky’s body on top of yours completely to hide beneath him. He sleepily obliged, raising up on a forearm so as not to smoosh you. He turned to face Steve, looking annoyed himself. Steve was supposed to give him a heads up when he landed. He knew you were on even more of a hair trigger lately, not to mention how much you cared for your privacy, and how you were about anyone seeing you in any kind of state you considered vulnerable. It took months before you finally felt close enough with Bucky to show him any kind of vulnerability and he took that seriously. He knew Steve was getting impatient but the last thing he wanted to do was rush you. And he never would have let Steve just walk in on you naked like this. It was bad enough he went ahead with this rushed plan of his before even talking to Bucky about it, sending you out here on your own and only then telling him about it, and now he’s already made you uncomfortable within mere minutes of getting here.

“What happened to calling?” Bucky gruffed.

“I did. You didn’t answer,” he responded. “Either of you.” Steve’s eyes cut to you again as he spoke sharply.

“Alright, well, you wanna give us a minute to get dressed, pal?” Bucky said, just as harsh.

Steve rolled his eyes before he began to walk back out of the room. “Hurry up,” he barked as you watched his retreat.

“Okay, something is seriously up,” you spoke quietly as Bucky let you up off the couch to redress. “He’s obviously pissed off about something..”

“Don’t stress on it, doll,” he told you as he slipped his shirt back on. “Probably just had a rough flight or something.”

You roll your eyes as you finish putting your clothes back on and then wait.

Bucky leaves you for just a minute to go get Steve so you can all finally get on the same page.

You were fixing the couch when they came into the room.

You pick your head up and meet Steve’s eye instantly before looking over to Bucky and sitting down.

“So, you gonna tell us what the hell is going on now?” you say, sharper than you intended.

The tick of Steve’s jaw alone is telling as your stomach twists.

“The mission’s been compromised.”

You wait for him to continue, but he doesn’t.

“…That’s all you’re gonna say?” you question.

“That’s all I can say.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

“Bab-” Bucky tries to interject.

“No,” you say standing up in exasperated defiance, shooting your eyes to him before looking back to Steve. “What the fuck is going on here, Steve? Really.”

Bucky crosses his arms and looks to Steve for his answer.

“Look, there’s a lot I can’t tell you right now,” he says, suspiciously sending an annoyed look to Bucky as he does. “But believe me, you’ll know everything soon enough. The three of us are gonna be here for a while, though. There’s nothing we can or have to do right now, so let’s just enjoy the down time while we have it. I promise you I have everything under control, and when there’s something you need to know, you’ll know it.”

You didn’t realize how close he had gotten while he spoke until his hand came down reassuringly on your shoulder, sending an unexplained chill through you.

“Alright?” he follows up. Your eyes fall to his hand still on you before you look away, keeping your face down.

“Yeah,” you answer, though your tone makes it clear you aren’t satisfied with his explanation, or lack thereof.

His hand slowly drops from your shoulder before he squeezes your arm lightly and turns away.

“I’m gonna go get settled,” he announces before sending another sharp look to Bucky. “Buck,” he says with a nod of his head.

You watch the two of them go and then check the time. It’s a little past eight. You briefly consider starting something for dinner, but the uneasy feeling still gnaws at you and your focus just isn’t on cooking right now.

Instead, you go to the laundry room and grab the clean bedding, taking it back upstairs to your room to make the bed.

It doesn’t take you very long, and you decide to clean yourself up and start getting ready for bed, despite the fact that you’d just slept for five hours.

You wash off in the shower quickly and by the time Bucky comes into the room, you’re dried and in your pajamas.

“Hey,” he says as he approaches you, looking... off. You can’t quite put a finger on what it is or why.

“Hi,” you respond, instinctively wrapping your arms around him as he returns the gesture. “You okay?”

He picks you up with ease and you hold tighter to him. No matter how many times he does it, you’re always terrified one day he’s gonna drop you.

“Yeah,” he mumbles against your skin as he buries his face in your neck before taking you to the bed and easing you down to sit on the edge. He gets on his knees in front of you and rests his head in your lap as you play with his hair.

“You sure about that?” you prod gently.

“Yeah, I just. I get what you were saying last night. It’s not the same when Steve’s here. Not that I don’t want him here,” he quickly corrects himself, “it’s just different.”

“No, I know what you mean,” you assure him as you run your fingers through his hair, your nails lightly scratching his scalp before you urge him to look up at you. “But no matter what, we’re still here together,” you smile softly as you gaze into his dreamy blues, “and that’s all that matters.”

Bucky leans up to kiss you gently, taking your face delicately in his strong hands as he deepens it before he has to pull away to allow you both some air.

“I love you, doll, you know that?”

“I know, Buck. I love you more.”

Bucky grins, “I don’t think that’s even possible,” he argues playfully as he gets up and pushes you gently down on the bed, eliciting a delicate laugh from you as he crawls on top and begins attacking with kisses and teasing touches.

A knock on the bedroom door gets your attention as Bucky begrudgingly parts from you, allowing you to sit up as he goes to open the door for Steve.

“I’m gonna make something to eat, you guys hungry?” he asks, his earlier anger and irritation seemingly gone now.

“Yeah,” Bucky responds for both of you, “We’ll be right down.”

You hear Steve walk away and then listen to his heavy steps as he goes downstairs.

You look at Bucky petulantly.

“What?” he asks with a huffed laugh.

“I’m not hungry.”

“You haven’t eaten since lunch, you can’t just skip meals. ‘S not good for you,” he says, taking your hand and tugging you off the bed. You follow him reluctantly.

As you leave the room, you stop at the top of the stairs, tugging Bucky’s hand a bit.

He turns and looks down at you, waiting for you to speak.

“Seriously, nothing about this seems off to you?” you ask in earnest.

Bucky blinks, taking in your words before you watch him swallow a little thickly. He takes both your hands in his and gives you a half smile.

“Baby,” he starts, bringing one of your hands to his lips and kissing it gently, “you’re okay. We’re okay. Everything’s gonna be okay.”

His sincerity eases you just slightly as you sigh and nod, a rush of guilt coming over you for being so paranoid. You’re probably stressing him out for no real reason.

You want to explain yourself, the sudden urge to tell him everything about that night, the attack, the true reason you were so on edge lately - well, more so than normal.. - to tell him all of it, was strong.

But you couldn’t do it right now.

You’d tell him later, after you ate and you two were alone again.

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hi haley love, i’m probably sending too many requests i’m so sorry i just feel like i’m being heard here and i feel seen. i’ve been having so many panic and anxiety attacks and i was wondering if you can write something where broken promises stucky help the reader get through it or honestly whoever you’d like. i love you and i hope you’re doing good 🥺

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warning: anxiety/panic attack, mentions of anxious feelings, angst, fluff, dd/lg themes, soft!dark!stucky x little!reader

a/n: hi sweetheart, i'm so sorry you've been feeling that way love 🥺 but i hope you're doing a lot better now and you can always talk to me if you need help, my dms are always open my love <33 also i know you said broken promises but i think this could work as a general fic and for broken promises too, i hope you like it lovely <33 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

"Sweetheart I need you to put your coat on so that we can leave, we're already very behind on our schedule today. We still have to make dinner when we come home, I promised Steve we would try to cook tonight." Bucky rambled as he quickly slipped his boots on.

It had been kind of a hectic morning. Lots of errands to run, lots of things that needed to be done before a peaceful night in with Steve, who was coming back home after two weeks away.

However, when you woke up this morning, your head was pounding and it felt like heart was about to burst out of your chest. You were feeling uneasy as anxious thoughts were running through your head about everything and nothing at the same time. You didn't know why but sometimes you would have days like these where your anxiety got the best of you, and traumatic memories from your past felt like they occurred moments ago.

You needed a mental health day. There was no way you'd be able to handle a whole day of running errands with Bucky. Even getting out of bed this morning felt like an impossible task.

Of course if you told him how you were feeling, he'd be understanding, and he could help you feel better too. But you were in no mood to talk about your feelings.

It seems unfair but you were hoping Bucky would be able to just sense how you're feeling so you wouldn't have to vocalize how you felt. Normally Bucky would have noticed that you were feeling triggered, however, with it being a stressful and busy day, he was too busy trying to complete everything on his to-do list for today before Steve came home.

Unfortunately, with all these anxiety built up in your chest and how exhausted you were after helping Bucky clean the house, you were feeling more and more vulnerable. You felt so weak. So small. And Bucky had yet to notice.

For some reason, he assumed you were being difficult because of little things that happened throughout the day. First, you ran out of your favourite cereal for breakfast. Then, while you were picking up the dishes from the table, you spilled chocolate milk on one of your favourite sweaters.

There were some other small incidences but after each one Bucky assured you there is an easy fix, and that after today, things would be less chaotic.

Currently, he was trying to get you to slip your coat on but instead you just stood there in front of the front door, huffing with your arms crossed. Normally, Bucky would've laughed and called you adorable for trying to look intimidating but right now he was only getting annoyed since you were now an hour behind on your schedule.

"Baby please just listen to me, just this once. We can even have get my girl a new stuffie while we're out?" Bucky crouched down in front of you, trying to help you put your sneakers on. He could tell you were starting to feel kind of small, and he knew he might be able to bribe you with the promise of a stuffie.

Instead, you just shook your head and kicked him as he tried to put your sneakers on your feet for you. He groaned slightly in pain ad stood up immediately, all the patience having left his body at this point.

"Okay, put your shoes and your coat on right now, and meet me by the car in five minutes, understood?" He snapped. He was clearly very upset with your behaviour and he was not in the mood to deal with it right now.

You were frustrated and feeling even more little now, and you couldn't figure out what to do. All you knew was that you did not want to go out. You just wanted to stay home. Deciding to leave without saying a word, you picked up the sneakers and threw them at the front door before starting to walk away and towards the stairs. However, you didn't get very far as Bucky caught your arm and roughly picked you up in his strong arms. Judging from the expression on his face, he was certainly angry now if he wasn't before.

"What did I just tell you, huh? I'm not in the mood to deal with a brat today. When I put you down, you're going to pick up your sneakers and put them on before joining me outside by the car, is that clear?" He said sternly, while still trying not to lose his temper. Tears started to fill your eyes as soon as you heard his harsh tone towards you, and they almost fell as you noticed he nearly rolled his eyes at them, "Don't you dare with the tears, or I’ll give you something to cry about, doll."

After that, you couldn't help it anymore. Tears started rapidly streaming down your face as you sobbed uncontrollably in his arms. Bucky was shocked at first, he didn't realize you were this upset. He instantly began to apologize as he carried you over to the couch.

Whispering, sweet gentle words and apologizes while trying to calm you down was clearly not going to work this time. No matter how hard he tried to comfort you, you were inconsolable. You could feel your entire body shaking, and no matter how hard Bucky tried to calm you down, you just felt like your heart was on fire. It was getting more and more difficult to breathe. Moving your hand up to rub your chest gently, you tried to get yourself to slow down and work on your breathing. Bucky quickly caught on and carefully picked you up from his lap and put you down on the couch. He quickly got up, and sat down in front of the couch, kneeling in front of you.

"Hey, hey, it's okay. It's alright, baby. I've got you." He took your other hand in his, rubbing it gently while trying to get you to focus on him, "Just look at me, baby. I need you to look at me so I can help you, babygirl. I need you to focus on my breathing, okay? Do you think you can do that for me sweet girl?"

You looked at him for a second before carefully nodding, making him smile. He leaned up for a second to give you a quick kiss before settling back down and trying to help you again.

Focusing on Bucky, and trying to follow as him as he instructed you to take deep breaths with him. It seemed to be working, however, the anxious thoughts were still there. You didn't know how to tell Bucky though you knew he'd definitely wanna know what just happened.

"You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to," Bucky said, as if he just read your mind, "I mean if you want to talk about it then I'm here for you, but I don't want you to feel like you have to. I just wanna know whether or not you're okay, doll."

"I..." You looked away, feeling even more nervous than before. It felt like your body was screaming at you to tell him why you were acting this way and how you felt right now. But you just couldn't, "I just want to be alone for a bit. I don't want to go out, I know you need to get some errands done but I don't think I wanna come with."

"Fuck the errands. So what if we order in again? No big deal, who cares. I need to make sure that you're okay, I can't just leave you alone after that."

"But I'd rather be alone right now, I promise I'm alright." You muttered nervously.

"Sweetheart, are you feeling little at all? Do you think you need da-" Bucky tried pulling you onto his lap to hug you, but instead you pushed him away and interrupted him.

"I'm not. I wanna be left alone." You nearly snapped as you got off the couch. You didn't know why but you were feeling very angry all of a sudden. The anxiety was still there but the implication of being too weak, vulnerable, or small to handle this on your own was making you a little frustrated.

"Umm alright, sweetheart, if you're sure. I guess I'll see you in an hour then, doll?" Bucky got up from the couch awkwardly, scratching the back of his head as he felt slightly confused about what just happened. He knew it was a bad idea to leave you alone but he wanted to respect your decision and give you your space. He quickly left after that, and the second you heard him drive off in his car, you fell back on the couch and started crying once again.

You felt weaker than before and somehow the horrible feeling had reached your stomach making you feel a bit queasy. You couldn't help but wish that you hadn't asked Bucky to leave you alone. You wished that Steve was here too. You felt so small right now, you did not want to be alone. You curled up into a little ball on the couch and hoped that Bucky would be back soon.

After about ten more minutes of crying, you heard the front door open. You quickly looked up from the couch, hoping Bucky had decided to abandon his errands and come home to you instead. However, to your surprise, it seemed that Steve had come home a few hours early, He strolled into the living room towards you with a beaming smile on his face as he was excited to see his girl after being away for so long. Although, that smile disappeared pretty quickly when he noticed your tear-stained face.

"Oh no, pretty girl, what happened to you? Are you hurt?" Steve knelt down in front of you, looking at you with his concern-filled eyes. You quickly shook your head in reply, letting him know that you're not hurt. He could already tell that you were feeling little right now, and didn't seem to be up for much talking, "Bubba, where's Bucky? Why isn't he here with you right now?"

"He left...errands..." You mumbled, looking down at the ground, feeling guilty for practically kicking Bucky out of the house. You looked up at Steve and felt your guilt getting even worse when you noticed the shift in his demeanour. Watching him take his phone out of his pocket and angrily text someone.

"Baby come on, let's get you upstairs to bed for now, okay?" Steve said as he gently rubbed your back for a bit before getting up to you carry you upstairs in his arms. You heard his phone buzz in his pocket, and he stopped in his tracks to check and see what it was before continuing to walk upstiars again.

On the way to your room, you couldn't help but lean into Steve's touch making him smile slightly. He kissed the top of your head before gently putting you down on your bed.

You gulped, feeling guilty about receiving all these sweet attention from him while he clearly seemed mad at Bucky for leaving you alone when you told him what happened downstairs. Although, it was you who asked him to leave you alone, "Daddy please don't be mad. I asked him to leave."

Steve frowned at your words before shaking his head in reply, "Sweet girl, I'm not angry. I'm sorry I made you feel that way but I promise I'm not, okay?"

You slowly nodded in response, still unconvinced. Steve sighed in response and began gently rubbing your back as he spoke, "I'm not angry, I'm just a little upset that Bucky wasn't here while you were feeling this way, pretty girl."

You gulped before answering him in a quiet tone, "I asked him to leave me alone."

"Why would you do that, pretty girl?" Steve asked, although he already knew what happened as Bucky already texted him and explained the situation to him. He was upset that Bucky left, but he wasn't angry once Bucky explained that you asked him to leave. Now, he was just upset that you were all alone while feeling this way.

"Was feeling anxious...didn't wanna talk about it...still don't. Don't really know why I asked him to leave. I'm sorry..." You said, sniffling near the end of your sentence as the tears started flowing down your cheeks once again.

"Oh my sweet girl, it's okay, it's alright. There's no need to apologize, okay? Sometimes feelings like anxiety, or even sadness, make us do silly things. It happens to all of us, even me and Bucky." He carefully wiped your tears away before leaning down to kiss your forehead, "I'm right here, okay? I've got you, sweetheart. You just get some rest, and when Bucky comes home, we'll have a nice night in with some of your favourite pasta and whatever movie you want to watch, okay?"

You smiled and nodded your head in response. Steve smiled back at you and leaned down to kiss you again before getting up to pick up your favourite stuffie for you to cuddle with as you took your much needed nap.

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masterlist

caution; may include dark and sexual themes that is not suitable for minors, please don't interact! reminder, you are responsible for your own media consumption.

otherwise, let us proceed with a mantra of sorts; if the man does not exist, so does my morals.

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Avengers

coming soon

Steve Grant Rogers

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HIDDEN

Summary: Despite the fanfare and the cult-like following of Steve Rogers; America's golden child, the war time hero and do-no-evil american dream, it was still a startling discovery when it was revealed to the world that he was happily married. And he almost flipped New York upside down just to find you.

○ Pairing: Soft!Dark Steve Rogers x Reader

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2

•❥ ONESHOTS

I got you, sweet girl.

Summary: A tough week has you struggling to rein in your emotions, so when someone flirts with your daddy, you don't take it particularly well.

•❥ HEADCANONS

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱ When you miss your daddy/mommy while they're on a mission

James Buchanan Barnes

•❥ SERIES

•❥ ONESHOTS

Meeting The Soldat

Summary: The soldat makes a sudden appearance and he is on a mission. Or when you suddenly find yourself acquainted with the Winter Soldier.

Scenting

Summary: The stereotypes of the alpha and omega dynamics were blurred, when it comes to you and bucky.

•❥ HEADCANONS

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱ When you miss your daddy/mommy while they're on a mission

Maximoff

•❥ HEADCANONS

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱When you miss your daddy/mommy while they're on a mission

Steve and Bucky

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Pretty

Summary; You were anything but expectant after spending a night between the ellusive lawyers, James Buchanan Barnes and Steve Grant Rogers; it was a supposed fling. Something to spice up their marriage. So you weren't exactly prepared with their advances nor the possessiveness that came with their attention.

○ Pairing; Soft!Dark Stucky x Reader, Soft!Dark Bucky Barnes x Reader, Soft!Dark Steve Rogers x Reader.

ABO Universe

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Enchanted

Summary: In a world where Omega's were scant and decent alpha's even more so, you think you're one in a million to be in a relationship with Alpha's who not only take care of your every whims and need, but also love and respect you unconditionally. However, your marital bliss of two years is interrupted by the concept of ‘true mates’.

○ Pairing; Steve Roges x Reader x Clark Kent, Soft!Dark Steve Rogers x Reader, Soft!Dark Clark Kent x Reader.

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Hey sweet Olivia 🥰 have you ever considered writing a Royal AU ? I love the idea of King Bucky and maybe maid or non Royal Reader ! Just thought that’s something you’d like ! Have a great day 💗

Sorry this took so long my lovely 💕

The Cost of Kindness || King!Bucky

Summary: An innocent interaction tears you from your reality and towards a marriage you didn't ask for or want. Warnings: 18+ only, soft!dark Bucky, fluff WC: 3.2k

Bucky’s Masterlist || part one || part two

“Excuse me, sir, you need to pay for that.” Your words were polite but your tone was cool as you caught the would-be thief's hand by the wrist. 

His face was mostly hidden by the cloak that wrapped around his shoulders, the hood only revealing a pair of oceanic eyes. The apple fell from his fingers and you caught it before it could land among the rest and bruise them, lowering the sale price even more. 

“The cost?” He asked quietly, a satiny voice that seemed too smooth for a man in a filthy, raggedy cloak filled with holes larger than your fist. 

His eyes fell to the fruit with longing and you felt sorry for him, looking over your shoulder to see your boss in a conversation with another market vendor. “A smile.”

He blinked slowly as he turned all his attention to you, his hood falling back a bit to reveal a pair of full, pink lips. “A smile?”

“You think it too much, sir?” You teased as you held the ruby red apple up.

“Hardly.” He chuckled, his lips curling into a smile that left your pulse racing and he leant in closer, his teeth biting into the apple in your hand. You were mesmerised by the way his jaw clenched with every chew until his adams apple bobbed with his swallow and you swallowed deeply in appreciation. “I would have been willing to part with a kiss.”

Your lips parted with a sharp intake of breath but before you could respond there was a commotion breaking out as soldiers entered the marketplace. A King’s guard marched towards your stall and you reeled back in fear as he raised his spear, only to stab it into the ground and salut. 

“Your Majesty,” the guard bowed, “it is the Queen Mother. She urgently requests your presence in the palace.”

The apple fell from your grasp, the pure flesh landing among the filth on the floor, much like the King entering the lowly marketplace. You fell to your knees in the mud and bowed your head as your eyes filled with fearful tears, begging for forgiveness and leniency for touching him - an act punishable by death. A warm finger curled beneath your chin and tipped your head back to see those bright eyes and you chided yourself for being so foolish. Eyes like that could belong to only one man, King James.

“Stand.” He beckoned as the pressure to your chin increased and you rose up as gracefully as you could.

“I’m sorry, your Majesty, I didn’t know it was you. Forgive me.” You whispered as the tears broke the line of your lashed defence, streaking over your cheeks to spill on his hand.

“You didn’t know it was me.” He nodded in agreement, his hand coming to rest on the silver and gold hilt of his sword. “Yet you were still offered your goods for a smile.”

“I did.” Your body trembled as you confessed and you closed your eyes while you waited for him to draw the sword and end your life with one fell swoop.

“Steven, bring the lady to the palace.”

You opened your eyes and saw the guard that had met the King look you over before nodding. A crowd was already gathering and you could hear their whispers spreading rumours as you took the guard's arm that he offered, wishing you could run in the opposite direction.

“He’s made a mistake, I’m no lady.” You pleaded with Steven as you watched the King shrug off his hooded cloak, revealing a fine suit beneath. “I’m just a farmer’s daughter.”

“Just stay calm, take a deep breath.” Steven said before you heard him whisper to himself. “They’re gonna eat you alive.”

You knew there was no point fighting but your pace slowed until Steven’s hold on you tightened and your sandals began to skid through the dirt. 

“Listen up, farmer’s daughter.” Steven growled beneath his helm as he turned his ice blue eyes down to you. “The King has given his order, now I am going to deliver you to the palace but it is up to you whether it is on your own two feet or not. I have no quarrels with tossing you over my shoulder if it makes my life easier.”

You sighed in defeat before grabbing your linen skirt and tugging it up so you could march faster towards Steven’s horse. The beast was huge and nothing like the old girl that slowly dragged the plough through the fields at home. This was a royal steed, purebred for strength and stamina in wars, and from the heavy stomping of his hoof he did not seem happy to have his rider replaced.

“Steady, Boulder.” Steven soothed his horse as he ran his palm along its neck before it reared back and snorted, steam exploded from his nostrils like the dragon on his crest.

“She’ll ride with me.” 

The King had seen the fear in your eyes as Boulder reared and he pulled the reins in your direction, leading his golden haired stallion towards you. You looked between both horses, their muscles rippling beneath shiny coats and standing at the same height. 

“I could walk.” You muttered as you looked to the distant palace. “I promise you, I won’t dally.”

“Nonsense. Now get on.” James ordered as he held his hand down for you. 

You looked at the leather riding glove and swallowed the lump in your throat as you placed your hand in his. His strength surprised you and you barely caught the small squeal that built as he pulled your feet off the ground and over the space he left in front of him.

“Wonderful.” You grumbled to yourself as you rearranged your tangled skirt layers and settled into the hard saddle. “This is just perfect.”

“More than you know.” James’ voice was barely more than a whisper before he cleared his throat and clicked his tongue to set his horse off at a trot. “You are going to hear things in the palace that should not be repeated. Do you understand?”

“I don’t understand.” You shook your head. “I did one good deed and now I am to be punished. No, your Majesty, I don’t understand anything.”

“You are not being punished.” James sighed, the sway of the horse’s walk rocking his lips closer to your ear. “And, please, when it is just us you can call me Bucky.”

You turned your head away with a scoff and watched the cherry blossoms opening as the sun rose higher over the land, warming the cool spring air. You would have thought the day perfect for a ride, if only you had a choice on where it was you were headed. 

The crunch of hooves of the gravel path began to grate on your nerves and your spine stiffened as the towers of the palace began to peek over the trees. You were so rigid that when you felt Bucky’s hands loosen the reins and come to rest on your knees you jerked and nearly fell off his horse. 

“Sorry, habit of riding alone.” He chuckled as his hands caught your waist and steadied you back in front of him. “You can hold the reins if you wish.”

You shook your head rapidly at the thought of trying to control such a beast and leant away from them as if the leather bands were a pair of vipers. The retreat pressed your back into Bucky’s chest and you felt his lips brush lightly over your neck, a gasp escaping your lungs at the electric shocks the touch sent down your body. 

“I’ll take that as a no then.” He chuckled quietly in your ear, goosebumps prickling over your skin as he once again gripped the reins and laid the fists over your skirt.

Every jostle shifted his hands and your heartbeat harder every time, a similar beat beginning to throb between your legs. 

“Bucky?” You asked, feeling his chest rumble with a deep hmmm in response. “If I am not being punished, why am I being taken to the palace?”

His chest rose and fell against your back as he pondered how to answer you until he could see no good outcome for any excuse he gave. “You’ll see.”

The dress you had been gifted was unlike anything you had ever worn before. The fine embroidery told a story with its delicate thread, roses and dragons, thorns and fire. The theme danced around the skirt while the corseted bodice left you feeling breathless but beautiful. 

You were desperate to find Bucky and get answers but every time you asked where the King was you were shushed and told to be patient. Patience was not your virtue and you struggled to sit still as the ladies surrounding you tried to arrange your hair that now smelt of rose water and patchouli. You had offered to do it yourself but quickly closed your mouth at the glare reflected in the mirror. 

“May I come in?” Bucky asked with a knock at the door.

“It’s your palace, your Majesty.” You replied as you rolled your eyes before you cried out in pain and saw the seamstress waving her needle at you in threat of another poke.

“Everything alright?” Bucky asked as he heard you and pushed the door open. “Oh, wow, you look absolutely stunning.”

Your eyes turned to the floor as you shied away from his heated gaze, your fingers tracing the golden thread of the dragon's head. “Thank you, your Majesty.”

He stepped closer to you and held his elbow out for you to take, your silk gloved hand coming to rest lightly on his forearm. “Did I mention how wonderful you look?”

“It’s the dress.” You mumbled as you followed his lead through the candlelit halls. “It’s very beautiful.” 

“It is, but so are you.”

You were sure the silver necklace that hung around your neck would melt from the heat you were producing but the ruby pendant remained set between the valley of your breasts. Unable to form a reply without confirming that he had your mind in a tizz, you remained silent and focused on walking in the heeled shoes that had been buckled to your feet. 

“I know I have been secretive about why you are here, and I am sorry for that.” Bucky said as he came to a stop outside a fair of formidable iron doors. “I am also sorry for what you are about to hear but I hope you will forgive me in time.”

The air froze in your lungs as the doors opened and you were led into the formal receiving room that was filled with royal advisors and the Queen Mother. Bucky’s mother rose to her feet as she saw her son, her eye’s barely giving you a cursory glance before she descended on the King.

“What is this I hear of you traipsing through the market like a peasant?” You struggled not to flinch at the icy tone of his mother and instead focused on the feel of Bucky’s muscles clenching in his forearm as his hand formed a strained fist. Looking up you saw his cheek ticking, the shadow of a beard sharpening his jawline as he suppressed his blatant anger. “I have spent the entire month convincing King Anthony to arrange a marriage with his daughter and on the day of her arrival you are nowhere to be seen.”

“You shouldn’t have troubled yourself needlessly.” Bucky stated. 

“Needlessly?” She scoffed. “You know the law, you need a Queen to produce an heir if you wish to remain on that throne your father died to put you on.”

Bucky’s free hand came to rest on yours, a small squeeze given as he squared off with his mother. “I need a wife, not a Queen.”

You tried to pull away as Winnifred turned her cold eyes on you but Bucky held your hand firm, his strength overpowering yours tenfold. She may have been shorter than you with her age but she still managed to look down her nose, scrutinising every part of you - even the depth of your soul seemingly. Other than the wide eyed, petrified look on your face there was no way of knowing you were one of the ‘peasants’ from the marketplace, you looked as adorned and pampered as the rest of the ladies in the room. 

Turning back to her son, you breathed a sigh of relief that her intense stare was no longer on you. “You would crown a nobody when you could have a princess?” 

“I would rather crown a kind nobody than have another frigid bitch living within these walls, mother.”

His fingers tightened on your arm as he felt you trying to pull away. The corset suddenly seemed too tight and you couldn’t draw the air needed into your lungs. 

“The poor woman is going to faint. She will never survive Court.” Winnifred laughed, turning her back on the King and walking back to her chair set aside from the pair of thrones centre to the room. “Tell me, darling, the treasury is waning - what dowry do you bring? What can you do to make this union profitable?”

You hadn’t known the country was in a dire financial state, in fact, from the lavish balls that were thrown each month behind the high palace walls you would have thought the opposite. Clearing your throat, Bucky looked at you with surprise as you stepped forward with a sudden fire in your belly. You didn’t want to marry the man you had just met, you didn’t want to be standing in the throne room of the palace, but since that was where you were you had a duty to your fellow lower class people to speak up.

“For starters, tax the rich.” You stated boldly, a chorus of scoffs and mocking laughter circling the room before the previous Queen held up her hand to silence them. 

“And when they revolt? How will you stop them from fighting?”

It was your turn to laugh as you shook your head incredulously. “I’m not sure how battles were fought back in your day, your highness, but I’ve never seen the rich or royal fight. You hide in the safety of your palaces while you send poor sons and fathers to their death.”

You turned to look around the room, glad to see at least a few ashamed faces unable to hold your stare until you face Bucky, that same smile he had given you in the market sending your heart racing. His arm curled around your waist and he nodded to his mother before guiding you back out of the room, his grin never wavering as the heavy doors closed behind you.

Pulling yourself from his touch you turned and poked your finger into his hard chest. “You smile at the idea of war?”

“Not in the slightest.” He smiled with a shake of his head. “There are very few people who would disagree with my mother. Ever since I saw you arguing with the forecourt master, I knew there was something special about you.”

Your feet stumbled as you remembered the argument the week prior. The price of hiring a market stall had increased twice in the last quarter and it was getting harder to sell products with the inflation - customers opting to travel further out of the city to where prices were cheaper. There had been an audience to the arguments but you hadn’t paid enough attention to the individuals to notice if there had been a cloaked figure among them. 

“Why have you been watching me?” You asked as you backed away from the King, the  hem of the long dress tripping you and nearly sending you falling into a tall candelabra.

Bucky surged forward and caught you around the waist, your breasts straining dangerously close to the top of the corset as he cradled your arched back and you threw your arms around his neck in case his strength failed. “Because I require a wife to keep my title, and I think you have the qualities needed in a Queen.”

“I’m not a royal.” 

“There is no written law that you have to be, trust me, I have read them all.” Bucky sighed, pulling you upright but keeping you in his arms. 

“How can I trust you? I don’t even know you. This morning I was ankle deep in mud selling fruit and now I’m,” you tugged at the dress, falling short on the word you wanted, “this. It isn’t me. I’m sorry but you should marry the Stark princess, your Majesty.”

“Forget the dress, just for a minute, forget the hair and the jewellery, even the palace.” Bucky begged, his eyes glowing bright in the midday sun that filtered through the windows of the hall. “You are brave, everyone in that room has witnessed it first hand. You understand business and commerce, albeit on a smaller scale than a whole country - but it’s really not that different. Most of all, you care about other people - even when there is no benefit to you. That is a rare sight to see and it was the moment I knew you were the one to rule at my side.”

“Bucky, stop.” His fingers tipped your head back and you could feel the warmth of his breath across your cheek, your body ready to betray your mind as he leant in, but you turned away at the last moment. “You claim to know my character but you have yet to ask the most basic information about me.”

“I’m not saying this will be easy, and I promise we will get to know each other with time.” He sighed. 

“So you don’t even want to know what my name is? My birthday? Where I live?”

“You think I didn’t find all this out before I arranged our wedding?” He chuckled. “I know everything about you, Y/N. That is why I know you are perfect for me.”

The room began to spin as his confession battered around in your brain. “I can’t marry you.”

“You can and you will.” Bucky promised as he cradled your cheek while you froze beneath his touch. “Your father has already accepted it, with more than fair share of remuneration I might add, so I suggest you do too - and quickly.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat and sagged in defeat, knowing your family needed the money as much as you needed your head to live, something that you were at risk of losing if you disrespected the King. “Fine.”

“I know this isn’t what you wanted, but we can learn to love each other.” He murmured gently as his thumb stroked your cheekbone. “You can’t deny the spark between us.”

You closed your eyes, the small shake of your head giving him hope as he wrapped his arms around you. There was no way to deny it, in his arms you could almost forget where you were as his scent drove you wild and his touch threatened to set your body on fire. Resting your head on his shoulder you hoped he was right, but only time would tell.

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[cryptidcasanova]

Strange Magic

Fae!Bucky x Reader 

Summary: The cottage has been in your family for many years, but your return has caught the interest of more than just the wildlife. 

Words: 3.5k

Warnings: Dubious Nature, Dark Themes, Fae Trickery, Soft!Dark!Fae!Bucky

Strange things started happening when you inherited the little cottage your family owned. It was originally your grandfather’s, and your parents had used it as a summer home when you were growing up. 

But the cottage was always on the back burner. Up until recently, you were completely happy with your little suburban life. You liked the noise and the quick pace, and for a long time, you let the cottage fall to the wayside. 

When you finally took the time to visit, tending to the cottage was only supposed to be a part-time job, but it surprised you. You had quickly fallen in love with its simplicity. It reminded you of the times you had been brought there when you were little.

The strange things first started when a stranded fawn happened upon the outskirts of the property. It was just a babe, helpless to the elements, and the mother was nowhere to be found. Instead of turning a blind eye you fed and nurtured it and sheltered it for the night. It wasn’t much, but you couldn’t just leave it out there all alone.

By the time the sun rose the next morning the fawn was gone. You didn’t expect it to stay, but it disappeared without a trace. As you were cleaning up the nest of blankets and rags you put together you found a stone. It was small and opaque and perfectly smooth, and you marveled at it as you crouched down into the dirt.

The fawn wouldn’t have brought this to you. Your careful fingers plucked the stone from the nest, and you turned it over in your hand. 

It was moonstone. 

It was a stone of protection. A stone for lovers.

But how did you know that? You paused with a careful breath, mechanically returning it to the spot you found it. It wasn’t natural. Cautious eyes scanned the line of the cottage out to where the property backed up to the trees. You weren’t as alone as you thought.

The stone was a gift. 

It was one you could not accept. One that you would not accept. 

You weren’t typically superstitious in the city, but with this place, you held it with high regard.  Call it your father’s intuition or your mother’s careful nature guiding you, but you were not going to actively seek out any trouble in these woods. 

Without sparing another glance at the stone or the woods you hurried inside. A nagging feeling in the back of your mind told you that there was work to be done.

The early rays of the afternoon sun eventually bled into a long, orange sunset against the west side of the cottage. The delicate curtains were drawn tight, and the house was locked up. 

You didn’t stoke the hearth that night. 

The only telltale sign of life from the cottage was that you left a small basket on the edge of your porch covered in a pleated red cloth. You had used up the last of your apples to bake something sweet. The buttered pie was left on your porch to extend an olive branch. All you wanted was peace and never meant to disturb the unseen creatures of the woods.

Sleep was hard to come by. Every rustle in the trees and flap of wings made you jump, and you eventually took to burrowing in a number of heavy quilts to block out the noise.

You felt like you were going to be sick, that the creatures outside would tear the doors off the hinges and drag you into the night. Your parents used to talk about the unseen forces that lived in the forest, but this was your first encounter with them. You didn’t have any idea of what to expect and were only armed with the knowledge that the forest folk had a sweet tooth.

The night dragged on and try as you might, your thoughts kept drifting back to the moonstone. You had never before grabbed the attention of the unseen, and you so desperately wanted to be swallowed up by the dirt. 

You just wanted them to take the pie. You wanted them to take it and leave you in peace.

The morning met you with a warm swell, even without the heat of the fire. With sleepy eyes, you knew it was time to face the music.

The porch was bathed in a yellow glow as you unlocked the door and stepped into the sun, and the basket was exactly where you left it. Upon closer inspection, you noticed the pie was gone.

With a lofty exhale you hurried down to the stack of blankets you had left the day before. Tossing aside your fears you rounded the side of the cottage. The moonstone was also gone.

You couldn’t contain your sigh of relief. It was a good sign.

The following days passed without fuss, and you slowly fell back into your routine with a pollyanna heart. You were at peace with the woods once more. 

You read books and baked bread and tried your hand at chopping wood. You sang songs from your youth and wrote and were content. If only your parents could see you now. They would be so proud of how brave you were, of how smart you were. That was why you moved out here, after all.

In a way, it was one last attempt to get close to them.

But no amount of city living could have prepared you for the overwhelming energy of the woods. Was it always this way? You couldn’t remember. You thought that it would be cold and lifeless and quiet, but it was the opposite. Everything was alive and watching. The birds sang and plants grew quickly, and everything was rich with life. 

You would have thought it disturbing if not for the overflow of comfort that tended to wash over you when you felt all alone. Maybe it was your dad looking after you, even now. Maybe your mother was helping you with the gardening and the foraging. It was a soft reminder of them.

One afternoon when the wind was particularly strong the cries of baby birds could be heard throughout the forest. They must have fallen from their nest. You had been weaving together stretches of cloth in an attempt to repurpose the old material but were pulled from your work when the crying didn’t stop.

Your heart lurched in your chest. You were going to help them.

The nest had been blown from a high branch in one of the pine trees and had been overturned at the bottom of the trunk. You turned over the nest with caution, only to find three baby robins cooing and crying at the disturbance.

You frowned. The mother was nowhere to be found. The baby birds must have been scared half to death.

You were careful not to disrupt the nest and scooped the hatchlings up in your work apron as well as the nest, setting them down altogether on a sturdier branch. It was a branch at eye level, careful to keep the babes from the danger of the forest floor. You left your apron there for extra protection and warmth, and you came back not long after with berries for the hatchlings.

It was the least you could do. One of the biggest differences in city living was just how quickly you got the gratification of getting a job done. Making appointments over the phone, sending important emails, and having dinner delivered to your door.  It was so fast in some ways.

At the cottage, everything took extra effort, and for a small moment, you felt that similar rush. It was gratifying. 

It was all in a day's work to help, and you were no stranger to simple comforts. Your parents had raised you here, just like this. It was quaint. It was just as rewarding.

Just the same as before, you checked up on the hatchlings the next morning before tending to the rest of the cottage.

The apron was still there, lodged into the tree branch with the nest but upon closer inspection, the babes were gone. There were no birds nor berries or feathers, and instead, the stem of a flower was carefully tucked into the nest.  It was no ordinary flower, no. You were familiar with the kind. Dicentra.

Bleeding hearts.

The pink strand of flowers was a stark contrast to its surroundings. You knew the plant well enough to know that they grew only on the far side of the forest. It was farther than you had traveled in a long time. 

A shiver spiraled down to your stomach and your eyes scanned the tree line once more. This time you didn’t even dare to touch the gift left for you.

Again, you turned in early for the night. This time you left half a loaf of bread with a berry jam and a jar of honey in the basket. 

It all felt like a delicate dance. 

The night was cold, much colder than the last time you decided to let the fire rest. The quilts helped to keep you warm, but your body was overcome with shivers, nonetheless. This time it came in the form of listening to howls outside the front door.

Something was out there. You felt it. You knew it deep in your bones. 

You could almost hear something beyond the howling, something softer. It was the quiet hum of wind chimes, but each time you thought you heard it the sound faded into the night. And then you remembered; you didn’t have wind chimes.

Sleep claimed you faster this time, almost suddenly. You couldn’t have prepared for it, and your dreams were extravagant.

The dream had been filled with sweet songs and comfort, and then it dissolved into the darkness of the woods.  

And then you were barefoot, stepping away from the cottage onto a bloody patch of dirt and grass.  Your dream led you down to the spot where you first tended to the fawn, patches of blood and fur marring the nest of blankets you had made.  Your legs were propelling you away before you could get another good look, and when you peered ahead a different trail led you to bloodied feathers and the broken remnants of the bird’s nest. 

It was a disaster. It was as if a fox had gotten into the henhouse.

Tossing and turning, you were suddenly hot. The chill in your veins was replaced with a hot ache, feeling it in your belly and down to your toes, until you entirely forgot about the carnage you walked through.  

Your nerve endings were on fire. You knew you were dreaming. You needed to wake up.

The blood had faded away into warm daylight, but there was no solace. You weren’t alone. There was a snap of a twig on your left.

You needed to wake up. Now. 

A pair of dark eyes, almost glowing against the trees had found you. You turned, running blindly into the brush, but it was only getting closer. You could hear whatever was behind you catching up. You could feel its hot breath on the back of your neck. You tried to scream. 

Wake. Up.

With a jolt you startled up, taking a moment to realize you were still in your bed. The cottage was locked up tight. You were safe.

A broken cry had gotten stuck in your throat as you held a hand to your chest. You were overwhelmed and terrified.

It was still early, well before sunrise, but there was no way you were going back to bed. Not after that.

Never, and you swore never had you felt such dread. And you had never once felt that way in the cottage. What once housed feelings of comfort and peace were twisted into such horrific dread.

A terrible realization dawned on you. You were all alone in the middle of nowhere.

You thrashed the blankets off your body, suddenly too heavy against your skin. You felt trapped. The weight of it all was too much, even if the rest of the cottage had only gotten colder throughout the night.

Perhaps you could build a fire. Maybe you would take a hot bath to distract yourself. Damn the fear of the outside; you were convinced your dreams were the biggest threat to your safety.

Your body was flushed, rattled from the aftershocks of the nightmare. With a pant you let your body collapse against the pillows, letting your arm cradle behind it for extra support before you froze.

But there was something there, under your pillow. Sitting up in alarm you tossed your pillow to the ground.

No.

There, carefully placed under your pillow, were the moonstone and the bleeding hearts. 

No.

“You are going to freeze, doll.”

Your eyes snapped towards the direction of the voice. There, leaning against the fireplace a distinct figure hugged the shadows. Tall and imposing, the shadow dwarfed the room. Strong shoulders and dark hair drew your attention first. The voice was lustrous and masculine, making you blink twice before listening to the gravity of his words. 

You could feel the temperature of the room drop. The figure wasn’t lying. It was much colder now, and a puff of cold air was pulled from you when you exhaled. You reached for a blanket almost mechanically.

When you didn’t respond you watched as the figure crossed one leg over the other in the dark. Your eyes had adapted as best they could, but with the curtains closed and the fire snuffed out your vision was still limited.

“Let me help.” The figure offered with a hum.

As if by magic the fire roared to life at his words. The room was illuminated in warmth and light, and you held a hand up as your eyes squinted shut.

This didn’t make any sense. This couldn’t be happening. 

Your body was tense, and once your eyes adjusted to the light you could get a good look at the figure, at the man. His skin was pale against a dark head of hair and thick eyebrows looked curiously at you behind bright, blinding eyes. They were blue as the spring water. You couldn’t deny that there was a sharp edge to them. All of his features were striking, from the curve of his lips and the stubble along his jaw to his taught arms and thick legs.

His clothes were dark, maybe blue or black, but you couldn’t be sure. He was a shadow in the night.

A palpable concern ran through you.

Against the firelight, you couldn’t deny a glowing tint in his eyes. It was too similar to the eyes in your dreams.

He was no man at all.

Your parents could have never warned you about this. 

“Did you not like my gifts?” You dared to ask, your heart beating heavily in your chest. 

A smirk curled at his lips. The man pushed off the wall, towering over you.

“Oh, I loved them.” He emphasized with a hum. This time he stepped forward, and you watched with careful eyes. Your confusion must have been clear as day. His tone was jovial, almost teasing. “But I thought you would have liked mine a little more. I will have to try harder.”

You were so overwhelmed that you missed his last sentence altogether.

“I was taught to not accept anything from the forest.” You stuttered out with an air of innocence. And obviously, ignorance.

You couldn’t understand him, how he liked your gifts but wouldn’t leave you alone. Your parents’ worries had swarmed in your mind. All of your careful preparation was in vain.

The man looked at you, confident that you knew that he knew exactly what you were thinking. Dark hair fell in his face, and he tilted his head.

“I wonder why that would be?” He speculated with a formidable grin. Those blue eyes pulled you back, filled with mirth and mystery. “What’s the worst that could happen?” 

Goosebumps pricked at your arms and for a moment you were at a loss for words. 

You couldn’t remember.

There must have been a reason why you didn’t take his gifts. Why would your parents tell you not to accept anything from the forest? Your head felt heavy.

“I -” You paused, confusion settling into your features. “I don’t know.”

At your admission, the man’s grin only widened. His hand moved up and under his chin. His cunning voice swelled around you, and he stalked forward with an animalistic prowl.

“But you did like my gifts?” 

The softness of his question made it sound like it wasn’t a question at all. You hummed out a breath before looking up at him.

“I did.”

You figured there would be no trouble in playing along.

His lips curled up into a smirk, showing off white teeth against the light of the fire. His eyes were teasing again, clever, and full of mischief.

“Then what do you say?” He asked, almost condescendingly. “You’re sweet. You’re kind. You must have been taught your manners.” He urged the words out of you, his startling eyes locked on yours. 

The man was hauntingly beautiful.

You couldn’t look away if you wanted to. You...you weren’t sure if you wanted to.

“Thank you for the gifts.” 

The whisper was so faint that it faded off before you realized it was you that spoke. Your head was foggy, slowly realizing the trap that you were falling into. It was almost as if you could hear him when he didn’t even speak.

That wasn’t so hard, was it?

He had stolen away at your senses with a clever wink.

All of a sudden, your parents’ warnings were swimming through your mind.

“It is dangerous in these woods. Don’t accept anything from the forest. The forest folk will twist your intentions. They are clever and powerful.” “They can trap you in the forest and make you lose yourself.”

“Don’t give them your name. Don’t accept their trinkets, and don’t thank them for their kindness.”

What was happening to you? Your hands slumped forward against your thighs, and you could hardly hold your head up. A wave of nausea made you steel yourself to the bed frame.

“Who - who are you?” Your tongue was heavy against your teeth, and your breathing was labored. Your body was shutting down against your will. 

Yours. I am yours. 

His words pulsated against your temples. He was shushing you now, gently to calm you, taking a step closer to the bed.

“Doll, you are taking care of everything out here. This cottage is a treasure, but who is taking care of you?” 

A shiver ran down your back. Your mind was flooded with images of the moonstone and the flowers, and how you helped the fawn and the hatchings. Then it shifted back to the tremors in your dreams.

You watched helplessly as the man’s blue eyes completely darkened, a golden ring shining around his irises. It was him all along. He was watching you the whole time. 

You couldn’t find your voice, a startling noise catching in your throat. You couldn’t speak. Trying to back up against the wall your limbs were heavy.

You couldn’t move.

Physically immobilized, it was as if he had all control. How was this possible?

He was closer now and you could smell the grass and the salt and the rain against his skin. He crouched down in front of you, eye level with you, sitting on the bed. His cool breath fanned against your face and with a gentle hand, he brushed a thumb against your bottom lip. 

Soft lips curled into a sinister grin, showing off a set of sharp, white teeth. With as much strength as you could muster you looked back up into his eyes. The blue in his eyes was completely gone, swallowed by dark, glowing pupils.

It was stunning and terrifying all in the same breath. It wasn’t human.

Closer still he leaned in, moving his thumb down to your jaw. The ghost of his lips was against your own before he claimed his prize and your rapture. 

His kiss was poisonous. It was earthy and powerful and it shifted into something saccharinely sweet. You were helpless to it, melting against him as his tongue lapped at your own.

A breathless groan passed from his lips and settled against your skin. He was all-encompassing.

Against your better judgment, your arms were pulled up from your thighs. Like a puppeteer was commanding the strings, one hand settled against his chest and the other was curled around his shoulder for support.

It was what he wanted.

With newfound strength, you held on to him with all of your might as he kissed you again. This one was exploratory, lingering from the corner of your lips to the apple of your cheeks and down your jaw. Your body was buzzing like a lightning strike.

It was him. All of the heat and power were emanating from him. 

A dark fog swirled in your mind, fully possessed by the man that held you close. If you could only look back and see yourself, you would have seen how your eyes had gotten dark, mimicking his own. His free arm rested along your lower back, sharp nails digging against your skin. There was no escape.

You could hardly think as the soft rumble of his voice settled over you. 

“Your heart is the softest place on earth. Let me take care of it.”

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[late-to-the-party-81]

Tit for tat

AN: Hey folks - I've moved away from niche content today to re-visit some of our favs - The boys in Conclave. Be good, Bunny!

I’m using dialogue prompts from this post by @nightprompts and they can be found emboldened in the text.

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Beta’d by @lunarbuck

Dividers by @firefly-graphics, banners and covers by me.

Pairings: Sam x Bucky; Steve x Reader

CW: Voyeurism, JOI, dub con (due to universe), Exhibitionism, explicit sexual content. THIS IS A SOFT!DARK UNIVERSE.

Word count: 1.1k

“They know you’re watching, Bunny.”

You covered your mouth with your hand to muffle your gasp and span around as the voice whispered in your ear.

Steve loomed behind you, his lips curled up in a mirthful smile.

Sam and Bucky were out on the private balcony of the penthouse. You’d noticed them when you had been walking through the apartment and had been going to join them when you saw how close they were. How their fingers were entwined and looking at each other as if the other had hung the moon. You’d felt bad about intruding.

But then they’d started kissing, and it had quickly turned heated between them. You should have moved away, you knew that, but you couldn’t. They were so beautiful together. You’d seen them and Steve together in many of your collective bedroom scenes, and watched Steve and Bucky together. Still, you’d never had the opportunity to watch Bucky and Sam from a spectator’s view. It was wrong. It was hot.

And then Steve caught you...

You ducked your head and tried to glide around him.

“I should…umm…go.”

“And deprive them of their rapt audience?” He grabbed your wrist firmly and drew you back to stand in front of him, your back pressed to his front, where you’d been before he’d surprised you.

Bucky was lying on one of the sun loungers, shirtless, with his legs spread so that Sam could lie between them. He was cupping Sam’s cheeks, kissing him like the world was ending, as Sam tangled his dexterous fingers in Bucky’s shoulder-length chestnut hair. They didn’t look like they knew anyone was watching, but you didn’t doubt Steve’s statement.

“It’s okay to watch. Okay to enjoy it. If they wanted privacy, they would have ensured they had it. Remember, we’re all together, and it’s natural to get pleasure from seeing your lover get pleasure.” 

Steve’s voice was low in your ear, his other hand splayed across your lower stomach, pressing you into him. A couple of his fingers were under the fabric of your robe, his fingertips like hot brands on your skin. He gently brought your hand down to just under his.

“Touch yourself, bunny.” 

His voice and the sight of the other two in front of you created an erotic tableau, one that was hard to resist. Unable to take your eyes off Sam and Bucky, who had now shucked their pants and were groping each other through their underwear, your fingers slid deftly through your folds. You were slicker than you had imagined. The glide, the way your finger brushed over your clit, made you moan and your eyes flutter.

“Gently circle your clit. That’s it. Like the way Sam’s teasing Bucky’s nipple with his tongue. Imagine it’s Sam’s tongue on your greedy pussy, teasing you.”

Bucky’s back was arched where he lay on the lounger. Sam was indeed playing with the assassin’s chest, the dark nipples standing to attention under his ministrations. He’d also pulled Bucky’s cock out of his briefs and was slowly jacking it. You moaned as you saw a bead of precum form and roll down his thick shaft. Steve’s hand flexed on your stomach, and you could feel his erection digging into your buttocks.

“Now, slide one of those fingers of yours inside…”

You did as he said as you watched Sam slowly move down Bucky’s body, maintaining eye contact while his lover rambled in Russian. You gasped as you watched Sam take Bucky in his mouth just as you pushed your finger as deep inside you as you could manage. The heel of your palm brushed against your clit, and you shuddered.

“Add another, Bunny, then pump them slowly, in time with Sam…”

Your breathing picked up as you watched Sam turning Bucky into a quivering wreck beneath him. You could see him cupping and rolling Bucky’s balls as he swallowed down as much of his cock as he could manage. When Bucky started to rub and pluck at his own nipples, Steve silently moved your free hand to your own breasts, drawing your robe apart so that practically all of your front was now on display. You didn’t notice, and even if you had, you probably wouldn’t have cared.

“Are you curling those fingers, sweetheart? Find that sweet spot of yours. I think Sam is doing that to Bucky now, as well.”

Bucky’s thighs were twitching, and you couldn’t see Sam’s hand any longer, so you thought that Steve was probably right.

“Keep that rhythm. I want you to cum when Buck does….” He leant down, his lips trailing over your neck, the slight tickling burn of his facial hair setting your nerve endings alight. And the way Bucky and Sam were moving and moaning…

Bucky’s eyelashes kissed his cheeks, and the veins in his neck and right arm were prominent against his pale skin as he climbed toward his release. Then there was Sam. Sam who seemed to be making it his mission to give Bucky the sloppiest and noisiest blowjob ever. Every time he bobbed his head, he left Bucky’s cock slick with drool. His saliva also covered his hand and Bucky’s pale thighs. He was also groaning and gagging. You could swear he was actually rolling his hips against the lounger, using the friction to get himself off.

“Bucky’s almost there, Bunny. Are you ready? Are you going to come with him?”

His hand covered yours where you were fingering yourself, so big that he pressed your hand firmer onto your clit as well as increasing the pressure on your abdomen. Small whimpers left your mouth, your head rolling back against Steve’s shoulder as you prepared to let go.

“О, бля!”

Your eyes shot open at Bucky’s yell, which was followed by a groan from Sam as he swallowed down Bucky’s cum. Some leaked out of the corner of his mouth, rolling down his chin…

You cried out, only remaining upright because Steve was holding you.

“There you go, sweetheart.”

He scooped you up and started walking. It took you a few breaths to realise he wasn’t taking you to your bedroom but out onto the patio before settling down on the second lounger with you, turning you to face him.  He pressed kisses to your lips, your jaw, your neck, in just the way he knew got you going.

“Steve? What are you doing? Wouldn’t you like to go somewhere a little more private?”

“Well, Bunny, as we watched Buck and Sam, it seems only fair they get to watch us…”  

You looked over your shoulder and saw a pair of matching grins aimed at you as the two men sat side by side, fisting their cocks…

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[rogerswifesblog]

Can you do a yandere Bucky with a strong reader who can defend herself and ends up beating up bucky bc of his behavior and turns out the reader is just AS toxic as he is?

PLEEEASE

Thank you for the request, I hope you'll like. I’m sorry it took me a while:)

Stepped out of my comfort zone a bit on this, I've never written something like this before, sorry if it's not so good like you hoped <3 :)

As insane as you

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You were a new addition to the team-which Bucky only found out after coming back from a long mission. He thought you shouldn't be on the team, because you were probably not a good fighter, since he hadn't seen you training...boy was he wrong.

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Yandere!Bucky Barnes x Yandere!Reader

(Soft)Dark

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: violence, obsessive behaviour, chocking, biting-like really painful biting, hair pulling, let me know what to add

Yandere: A term for a person who is loving and caring to someone they like until their love, admiration and devotion becomes feisty and mentally destructive in nature through over protectiveness, violence, brutality or all three combined. Yandere is mentally unstable and uses extreme violence or brutality as an outlet for their emotions.

Simply put, a yandere is lovesick; someone who has been driven to insanity by extreme obsession or love, thus resulting in abnormal behaviour if not violence.

It's not like Bucky didn't want a female Agent on the team. He had no problem with your gender-Natasha was one of the best agents he'd ever seen.

But there was something about you. He couldn't quite tell. It's like some weird feeling told, you shouldn't be put out in daher. You should be save.

He should be protecting you, keep you save and just to himself.

He liked that idea. It made something in him tingle.

Until now he only saw pictures of you. Bucky just came back from a two months mission in Europe, with Steve. Natasha was the first one to greet them and tell them about you. She immediately showed them your file and Bucky felt...weird. Tense. In a way, he couldn't describe.

You looked really cute in the pictures. Your bright smile seemed so friendly...there was no way you were a former assassin or any kind of agent. It didn't make sense.

"She can only join the team if she can beat me", he snored, rolling his eyes, knowing, you wouldn't be able to do that. There were only a few people that could beat him, when he fought like he really meant it. You wouldn’t be one of them. He just knew it.

The next day the two of you were supposed to meet in the gym, to train. Bucky wanted to spar with you. He'd already thought about how careful he should be with you-he definitely couldn't use his metal arm. And probably not even half of his strength.

Entering the gym he heard your grunting, having already started warming up. He studied you for a moment. Every of your movements, as you hit the punching bag. Your movements were graceful. You seemed concentrated on your task. The clothes you wore showed of your body. Bucky could tell you had strong arms and definitely a strong back-and your thighs. God, he could die between them. Thick muscle moving with every kick. He wanted to feel them.

The serious expression on your face, the sweat already forming an your skin and the quite Grund you were letting out made something in him stir. He quickly shook away every thought.

Hearing someone coming closer, you turned around, already expecting him. “Hello, Soldier”, you smirked, letting your gaze roam over his body, his cute face and pretty eyes. You knew a lot about James Buchanan Barnes, Bucky. There was something about him. A voice in your head told you to help him, protect him-especially after everything he’s been through. He should be able to relax more, be save.

You wanted to give him this feeling.

You wanted to take care of your sweet boy, even if he didn’t know it yet.

Buckys lips twitched into a smile, watching you drink from your water bottle. A few water drops missed your mouth, slowly running down your chin and throat.

God, he wanted to lick them away.

Smirking, as if you knew what he was thinking about, you lowered your water bottle, stepping closer to the soldier. One of your hands gently stroked along his muscled chest. He was so firm and yet so soft under your palm. soft skin, soft muscles…soft Bucky. Needs protection.

He watched your smaller palm glide over his chest, his heartbeat jumped slightly, while he watched your movements. Your palm was so small compared to his body. God, he was scared he would break you during sparring or …during doing other things.

Watching you touch him this softly, he completely forgot to answer you, which was really cute. He seemed so…in thought. His pretty blue eyes never left yours, while his hand slowly grabbed yours, removing it from his chest. Your skin was soft, compared to his rougher hand.

The two of you starred at each other for a moment.

“Let’s get to work, sweetheart”, you teased, grabbing him by the collar and walking to the sparring mat. He followed you like a lost puppy-it’s just because he didn’t want to make you sad, if he didn’t listen, of course.

Suddenly you had him on the floor, his hands pinned to the floor, with you straddling his waist.

How did this happen?

You clicked your tongue, slowly shaking your head. He was supposed to take care of himself? How? If he couldn’t even defend himself. This man was supposed to be strong and independent? How had he survived this long without you by his side, to protect him?

His pretty eyes scanned your face for a moment, till he noticed your grip on his wrist loosening. Using your distraction he tried to pin you down-but somehow ended in the same position. “Okay, we’ll start over. Try your best”, you said kindly, but something in your voice was…Bucky couldn’t point it out. But there was something different.

Standing up he watched you for a moment. Taking a swing, you grabbed his wrist, pinning it quickly behind his back and kicking him in the back of his knees, making him fall. You sighed. With your free hand you gently stroked his hair, pulling on it and making him look at you. “Come on, you can do better”, you said, kicking him in the back.

Bucky hit the ground with a grunt. That’s how you wanted to play this game? He really wanted to be gentle. Didn’t want to hurt you-but maybe he should show you who’s in charge.

You waited till he stood back up-he quickly kicked you in the stomach. Not expecting him to use this much strength, you stumbled back, while he kicked your legs out from under you, sweeping you of your feet. Your back hit the ground. Hard. Before you could react Buckys boot pinned your chest to the mat. “Is that better?”, he grinned cocky.

What an attitude, you thought, grabbing his leg and pulling him down. Within a few seconds he was once again under you, this time feeling you hands squeeze his throat, cutting of his airway. “Sweetheart, I really wanted to be friendly, you know? Didn’t want to hurt you, baby”, you whispered into his ear. Your lips touched his earlobe gently, gasping Bucky tried to grab your hair and yank you away-but it only made you grin wider. The pain added to the pleasure he was giving you, by struggling against you. It was a cute game. But he had no chance winning.

Only when he hit you with his left arm, you fell to the ground-a hit with vibranium was painful. Bucky tried to grab your wrists, but you quickly put your legs around his shoulders and grabbed both of his arms-the metal arm got a bit more attention this time-Turing around with him, making the two of you lay on your backs. In this Position you had a good grip on him.

He felt your thighs squeeze around his head and throat, making him whine quietly.

Fuck, he had thought about being between your legs-but not like this. How the hell had you so much control over him? It’s like you knew every of his moves. He struggled against your grip-the only way he could try to win, was with playing dirty.

For a moment he locked at the ceiling, praying to god knows who. Hopefully you wouldn’t be mad at him…wait, what? Of course you wouldn’t be mad. He was the one in control, he just…didn’t want to hurt you. That’s all.

You watched him turn his head to your thigh and opening his mouth-he wouldn’t dare to-fuck

Bucky bit your soft flesh. The taste of blood hit his tongue, while he broke the skin-not too strongly to bite any flesh off, but hard enough for it to bleed. You cried out in pain, but didn’t let go. Your thighs squeezed him even more. “Fuck you-I wanted to be nice”, you said grabbing his hair and pulling. He let go of your soft skin, trying to escape your hold. Fuck, he couldn’t move. It’s like he was your pray. And you were the predator.

He struggled against you, making your hold stronger. Once again he felt you squeeze the air out of his lungs, making him gasp. He freed his right hand-or maybe you let him do that? Bucky tried to pull away your legs from around your throat. “Come on, sweetheart, tell me you’re sorry”, you teased.

Bucky started nodding. “I-I’m sorry. I’m sorry”, he mumbled between gasps. You let go of him, making him gasp sharply, while you stroked over his hair. He stayed like that for a moment, just thinking about what happened. You….you beat him. More than once.

“It’s okay, I’ll take care of you, my silly boy.”

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[navybrat817]

A Hero's Reward

Pairing: Dark!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: Bucky is a hero and every hero deserves a reward.

Word Count: Almost 500

Warnings: Implied NONCON/DUBCON, kidnapping, dark Avengers, possessive behavior, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?).

A/N: The Basement Spouses Writing Challenge Week 5! Character: Bucky Barnes. Length: 200-500 words. Prompt: "Wherever you go and whatever you do, all you will feel is me." ❤️ @krirebr , thank you for chatting me about this and everyone should check out What You Can Do For Your Country. Written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @saradika . Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Heroes were meant to make the world a better place. They exemplified courage, resilience, and determination while serving as living embodiments of values and ideals that many admired. They offered protection and safety. And you were lucky enough to live in a time with The Avengers, the self-proclaimed world's mightiest heroes who saved the Earth time and time again.

But no one liked to talk about the burden placed on their shoulders. Or that they had their own needs outside of the fight. So what did the heroes take for their reward? Whatever they wanted.

Bucky Barnes, also known as The Winter Soldier, only wanted one thing.

You.

“Look at me,” he ordered above a whisper.

You brushed a tear away as you lifted your gaze and moved back to the corner of your bed to cower. The cell Tony made was comfortable enough, but the massive size and aura of Bucky made it seem small and dark. It would never be your home. They took you from it the moment the Soldier decided he wanted you as his personal doll. You were told it was an honor and a privilege.

The same thing they told the occupants in the other cells, each one a reward chosen by the various team members.

“Bucky,” you said, your voice hoarse from your earlier screams. You managed to break free from your cell earlier that day, but the relief was temporary since you were quickly caught and dragged back. “I just want to go home, Sir. Please.”

Bucky observed you as he walked toward the bed, his icy blue eyes not leaving your trembling form for a second. “This place is only temporary. Steve and I will move you and his girl into our new home once it's ready,” he told you, brushing his metal hand along your cheek as you tried not to flinch. “Do you remember what I told you your first night here?”

“Yes,” you answered, trying to block out the memory.

You fought him. Well, you tried to. He quickly proved why he was a hero in the physical sense when he overpowered you. He then proved why he was your villain when he split you open with his cock.

“Yet you still tried to run,” he said, his voice laced with hurt and anger. “Wherever you go and whatever you do, all you will feel is me.”

A shiver of fear and anticipation ran down your spine as he straightened up and unbuckled his belt. You knew what was coming, but it didn't make it any easier. The worst part deep down was how much you liked him owning you. That was why you had to get away.

But he would never let you go.

“So let me remind you how good it feels when I'm inside you,” he said, tugging the sheet away when you tried to cover yourself. “And let's see you try and run from me by the time I'm done with you.”

He can keep me. That's fine! Love and thanks for reading. ❤️

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[jobean12-blog]

You're not much used to dating apps--maybe you're old fashioned, but you'd always preferred meeting in person versus texting over a screen, but your therapist convinces you to give it a try. "Just swipe on a few people and chat. No committment, no problem, right?" Bucky is easy to talk to--he doesn't demand to meet up with you, assail you with unsolicited pictures of his genetalia. No, he seems happy just to chat and get to know you, which is perfect.

Exactly what you need.

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Private Eyes

Pairing: Soft!Dark!Bucky x reader

Word Count: 1,500 (Yes, exactly that because I'm insane)

Summary: You're finally going on a date with the hot guy you've been talking to for weeks. You're nervous but excited. He seems genuinely sweet and even a little shy. What could possibly go wrong?

Author's Note: I finally got this done! I'm sorry for how long it too but it's my first ever attempt at soft!dark! Not sure how dark it really went but I will keep working on these type of fics! This is for the lovely @boxofbonesfic Monkey's Paw Challenge and her amazing milestone celebration! Congratulations lovely, you rock! Thank you for hosting and for having me! Hugs and love!💕 Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by my sweet @firefly-graphics thank you lovely🥰 And I was listening to Hall and Oates 'Private Eyes' when I thought of this. I want to thank my love @sgt-seabass for helping me develop this and really get it where it needed to be, as always, I love and thank you for your brain! And thank you to my sweet Ali @maladaptivexxdaydreaming for supporting me the whole way! Love you both!💕

Warnings: fluffy sweetness to start, some tension, thoughts of kidnapping and stalkerish behavior, implied choking (if I missed anything please let me know :) 18+ ONLY PLEASE!!!

Gif NOT MINE: Credit goes to @unearthlydust thanks a bunch sweets🥰

“Ok, so I have the name of the restaurant and you said your phone is fully charged right?”

Your best friend, Rachel, eyes you from the bed, watching as you check your reflection in the mirror and smooth your hands over your hips.

“Yes and yes,” you answer.

“What if he asks you back to his place?” she inquires, raising a brow.

You turn her way, narrowing your eyes. “I haven’t decided yet. I mean we’ve been talking for weeks and we’ve done face time and talked on the phone, all that. I feel like we know each other pretty well. And remember…”

Before you can finish the sentence she chimes in with, “no dick pics!”

“Exactly,” you smile.

“Well, he better be as hot as he looks in the pictures you showed me,” Rachel huffs even as she dramatically fans herself.

“Yea well let’s hope not otherwise saying no to him is going to be hard,” you giggle.

“Are you wearing something sexy under there?” she asks, the corner of her mouth twitching with a grin.

“Maybe…now, I need to leave or I’ll be late,” you say, grabbing your bag.

“DON’T FORGET TO TEXT!” she yells. “I’ll lock up when I leave.”

“Thanks Rach!”

You stand outside the restaurant, happy you’re a few minutes early and have a chance to try and calm the butterflies in your stomach. You’re just reaching to get your phone from your bag when a smooth and familiar voice says, “hey doll.”

When you look up it’s into the same blue eyes you’ve been staring at on video chat and in pictures.

“Hi Bucky,” you say, hoping you don’t sound too breathless. He looks better in person, which you didn’t think was possible.

“You look gorgeous,” he whispers, clearly trying but failing to keep his eyes on yours, his own making a slow perusal from your head to your toes.

He clears his throat, running a nervous hand through his hair. It only makes it look better.

“I have to admit,” he says quietly, now rubbing the back of his head, “I was worried you might not show.”

His feet shift and when his hand drops to his jeans you notice he tries to discreetly wipe his palm along the material.

His nervousness is endearing and you place a reassuring hand on his arm.

“I’ve been looking forward to this,” you explain, “but I get it. I’m nervous too.”

He gives you a grateful smile and reaches for the door, holding it open for you to walk through, his eyes closing as he inhales deeply when you brush past him.

Once you’re seated and you have your drinks the conversation flows easily, any initial anxiety melting away the more time you spend in his company. He’s sweet and a little shy which only makes you like him more.

He keeps the focus on you, asking the right questions but never pushing too far and when you finally switch gears and ask about him, he’s open and honest.

You notice the leather glove covering his left hand and you gently lay your fingers over his.

“You don’t need to wear this for me,” you tell him, smiling sweetly.

He closes his hand around yours and gives it a squeeze.

“Thanks doll face. I appreciate that. I’m just so used to having it on when I’m out in public.”

You nod in understanding.

“Do you want to get dessert?” he asks. “Or…”

“Or?” you repeat, with a smirk.

“You already know how I enjoy cooking and baking,” he starts, continuing after you smile in acknowledgement. “Well, I don’t want to come off as presumptuous but I did bake something especially for you in case you agreed to come hang with me after dinner.”

His lopsided smile and the light tinge of pink dusting his cheeks is all you need to agree to it.

“That sounds really nice. I want to know what you made!” you laugh.

“Nah…surprises are more fun doll.”

He gives you a wink and it sets the butterflies that have finally settled in your stomach all aflutter again.

After paying for the check, he pulls out your chair and presses his hand to your lower back, leading you out of the restaurant and into the chill night air. You subconsciously rub your hands over your arms.

Before you can protest he starts to shrug off his light jacket. He stands in front of you, reaching up to brush his fingers across your shoulder and adjust the fallen strap of your dress before he lays the jacket over you.

You can’t stop the way your body trembles at his touch and when he lingers in your space, his eyes dropping to your lips you can barely get out your breathy “thank you.”

A loud group of people bustle by and effectively snap you both out of the moment, but not before he stares at you for another beat, his gaze heated as his tongue traces his lips.

Your eyes follow the motion and you swallow hard.

“Ready?” he asks as he lets out a breath.

Not trusting yourself to speak you simply nod and smile.

“We can grab a cab to my place. It’s not even a ten-minute ride.”

Helping you out of the cab, he pays the driver and takes your hand.

“I’m on the third floor,” he says as he presses the button for the elevator.

The ride up to his floor is quiet, the side of his body pressed to yours as the tension settling between you increases.

“Something to drink?” he asks, after he drops his keys by the door.

“More wine would be great,” you say as you take in his apartment.

“I have prosecco,” he smiles. “That’s what you like best right?”

You pause and study him. “Did I tell you that?” you ask, trying to recall when you would have mentioned it.

He shrugs with indifference. “I thought I remember you telling me after you had gone out with friends and you text me. You might have been a little tipsy.”

His smile is bright and playful.

The tension that unconsciously tightened your shoulders eases and you giggle. “That sounds about right!”

“Ready to try my special dessert?”

He holds up a plate of chocolate brownies, topped with a fudgy like frosting and sprinkles.

“Wow, those look so good! I love brownies!”

“I know,” he says, clearly proud of himself. “We talk enough about food and we definitely went over favorite desserts.”

In two short strides he’s pressing into your space, holding a brownie up to your lips.

“Wanna give it a try doll face?”

You part your lips and lean forward, biting into the gooey chocolate. Your eyelashes flutter against your cheeks and you let out a low moan.

“Wow Bucky,” you breathe. “So good.”

His thumb reaches up to wipe a crumb from the corner of your mouth and he spreads his fingers across your cheek, pulling you closer.

“I’m glad you’re happy with them,” he murmurs. “I can make them anytime you want.���

Your fingers close around his wrist and you lean into his touch.

“Can I have more?” you ask.

He feeds you another bite, watching your mouth as you savor the sweet treat. His eyes drop to your lips again and you feel yourself leaning forward but your phone dings with a message.

“Shit,” you mutter. “I should check that. Rachel might be worried.”

“It can wait,” he murmurs, brushing his lips along yours.

Your breath hitches and your eyes close, his hands settling at your waist to pull you closer. The kiss is soft at first but when the whimper slips past your lips he parts them with his tongue, the feel of him like a drug.

He walks you backward, his hands wandering over all your exposed skin. It isn’t until your back softly bumps the wall that you pull away, your head dizzy.

You realize you’re in his bedroom…but something is off. You look around, taking it the placement of the furniture and even the furniture itself, the bedspread, the color of the walls, and then your eyes land on something on the bed.

Your body stiffens and your eyes go wide.

“My wolf, my…my,” you gasp. “How did…?”

You try to back away but there’s no where for you to go. He grabs your arms and holds you against him.

“What’s that doll?” he whispers against your ear.

You let out a shuddering breath. “I don’t understand.”  

“You will…in time,” he says, his tone almost excited. “All the comforts of home.”

“Please,” you cry even as your breath hitches at the feel of his metal hand ghosting across your skin.

Your body betrays you and he knows it, the feel of him hard and straining making you clench around nothingness.

“As long as you behave and do as you’re told you’ll be happy and I’ll keep you safe,” he promises as his cold fingers tighten around your neck.

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[nickfowlerrr]

keeping secrets - chapter six

series masterlist / chapter seven

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pairing: bucky barnes x curvy!reader (dark!soulmate au)

warnings: 18+ only. mention of light injury. angst. smut. if i’m missing something important pls let me know!

words: 5.7k

notes: things are happening 🫣🫣🫣 enjoy the sweetness while you can lol. please let me know what you think about this chapter! there’s so much more to come. thank you in advance for reading! as always, feedback and reblogs are welcome and so appreciated! 🖤

You let the warm water beat down on you as you stood under the steady stream. Vaguely you were aware you were going to take up all the hot water, but if he really wanted a warm shower, Bucky could wait until morning. He wasn’t the one who’d nearly had their nose broken tonight.

When Bucky had pulled up to the safe house, you made your way straight from the car to the bathroom without a word. You made sure you got the dried blood off your skin and then allowed yourself to sulk as the steam of the shower overtook you.

You didn’t shut the water off until the air became nearly unbreathable. Wrapping a towel around yourself, you soon realized you had neglected to bring a change of clothes with you into the bathroom. You silently cursed yourself before drying off as much as you could.

Rewrapping the towel around you as securely as you could, you cracked the door open to see if Bucky was anywhere around. The door to the bedroom was closed, so you counted yourself lucky as you walked out to the living room without feeling so cautious.

You were leaving water prints in your wake with each step down the hallway, but you didn’t really care. As you spotted your duffle still where you’d left it on the couch, you nearly stopped in your tracks as you recognized Bucky sitting on the couch with a tablet in hand.

You straightened your posture and grabbed more securely the towel around you before you continued forward. His back was to you as you approached and when you rounded the couch to get to your bag, you kept your eyes everywhere but on him.

Your avoidance didn’t stop him from looking at you, though. You felt the weight of his gaze as you moved as quickly as possible to grab your things, practically scurrying away as you refused to meet his eye.

“Bedroom’s yours tonight. I already grabbed my stuff,” he said after you, keeping his eyes on his tablet, willing himself to not turn around to watch you go.

You paused in your retreat only momentarily, debating on whether or not to offer a thank you before you thought better of it and made your way to the room to dress.

Half an hour later you were in your pajamas and if it wasn’t for your stomach growling or the throbbing in your face, you would have happily crashed out.

Instead you got up and walked to the kitchen.

You found Bucky already at the cabinet, eyeing its contents, so you walked to the rickety old fridge instead. You grabbed a cold water and took a drink before holding the bottle to your cheek. The cold felt nice against the soreness. You closed your eyes as you let your head rest against the door of the fridge. You could have fallen asleep right then and there.

Bucky watched you intently from across the way. He knew it’d be better to not say anything, to keep to himself and avoid any more needless interactions with you.

It’d certainly be easier, or so he told himself.

Though when he saw the twitch of your cheek and yet another wince take over your face, he couldn’t stop himself. You obviously needed an ice pack and some pain pills and if you weren’t gonna get it for yourself, well, someone had to.

He left the room to get some things and came back to be met with you looking through cans of food where he had just been standing. He walked over to you, he could tell you felt him behind you but you kept your eyes forward, pretending to be enraptured by the selection of canned food before you.

He reached out his hand, touching your arm as you stilled at the contact. Bucky gently turned you to face him and was surprised when you let him without more than just a questioning brow. He took your hand then and dropped the pills into your palm.

“Sit,” he instructed.

You looked at him a moment before slowly walking to the small table and taking a seat. You eyed the pills he’d handed you and offered a small “thanks” before you swallowed them down with a drink of your water.

His attention was unexpected, but…nice. You weren’t sure you liked it, though. It wasn’t necessary.

The cracking of an ice pack had you turning to face him once again as he presented it to you.

“Thanks, but I’m good,” you said as you denied the pack.

“Your face says otherwise,” he argued as he urged the ice pack to you again.

“Look, if I wanted one, I would’ve grabbed one, okay? Thanks,” you said, bordering on brutish.

He moved toward you with a roll of his eyes, attempting to touch the pack to your cheek. “Stop acting stupid-,” he started before you quickly cut him off.

“Stop acting like you care,” you said harshly, standing from your seat and taking a step back from him, the scraping of the chair along the floor in your rushed movements loud and disruptive. You took a breath, gathering your bearings as you stood there, eyes trained on the floor. “I just, I don’t want the ice pack, okay?” you spoke quietly, sounding almost defeated. You didn’t want to get into this right now, and you especially didn’t want to get into this with him.

You felt guilty.

You deserved that punch.

You deserved this pain and discomfort.

In fact, it was the least you deserved.

You didn’t register him approaching again until he was nearly right in front of you.

Bucky himself wasn’t even sure why he had gotten closer, it wasn’t even a thought as he took the steps toward you, just something he needed to do.

You were stood across from each other, close but not close enough. A feeling that made you want to hide yourself away from him, knowing that though he probably felt much the same, he wouldn’t do or say a thing about it. You had just been about to turn and head straight for the bedroom until his words broke the discomfort.

“I know it hurts,” he spoke softly after the moment of mounting tension.

“Yeah, well,” you shrugged, trying to find the right thing to say, not wanting to make your masochistic choice obvious to him, “I’ll live.”

His eyes were burning into you as he watched you. You only met his gaze for a second before you let your eyes flit away, scared of what he’d be able to see.

“Just sit down,” he said, finally looking away. The annoyance in his voice was clear as he spoke.

You watched him go back to the cabinet and grab two cans of something. Your stomach was in a flurry for more than one reason.

“Mission reports are almost done,” he informed you as he emptied the contents of the cans into the pot on the stove.

“Oh,” you breathed, having almost forgotten about them yourself, “good.”

“So the event was just a cover for Sergey’s funeral?” Bucky asked, apparently needing clarification on the details.

“Yeah. Like we knew, they weren’t at all prepared for a change in leadership. They’re still weak, vulnerable. They didn’t want anyone outside the organization knowing he’d passed until they had a new boss,”

“Which should have been Ar-”

“Yup,” you answered, cutting him off before he could get Artem’s name out completely.

He turned, eyeing you at your abrasiveness. You felt him watch for you a second before he turned back to the stove as you fiddled with your hands at the table.

“You think he really left?” he asked, an edge to his voice he couldn’t hide if he’d wanted to.

You took a moment before you answered, “I hope so. But I don’t know.”

You heard him chortle under his breath at your answer, making you cock your head at his response.

“Seems like there’s a lot you don’t know when it comes to him, huh,” his meaning provoking you into a quick response.

“Mission’s over. And even if it wasn’t, it’d still be none of your fucking business,” you said, wanting to end all talk of Artem.

Bucky scoffed with a shake of his head but let it go.

He walked over with two bowls, putting one down in front of you before he surprised you and took a seat at the table.

You were sure he’d leave you to your own devices once the food was done.

You bit your tongue as you measured your breaths and played with your food as the steam rose from the bowl.

“I’m sorry,” you began, almost a whisper as you spoke, “I-”

“It’s fine,” Bucky cut you off, not offering anything more as he ate his food.

You looked at him before you looked back to your bowl, taking a bite of your own.

The silence between you grew as you sat, eating quietly until you spoke up again.

“Do you know what time we’re cleared to take off tomorrow?”

“Haven’t been cleared yet. Stark said to check in the morning, but we probably won’t be able to leave until sundown.”

Your eyes rounded at the new information. Another day here? You weren’t sure you could take it.

“When did he say that?”

“An hour or so ago.”

“And you’re just telling me now?”

“You’re just now asking,”

“Doesn’t seem like something I should have to ask for an update on,” you argued.

Bucky’s spoon clattered against his bowl as he picked his head up to look at you, exasperated.

There was a palpable silence as you looked at one another.

“So we’re here for at least another full day.

Alone..

You still don’t wanna talk about this?” you broached. Bucky sniffed before clicking his tongue, avoiding your eye now.

“Nothing to talk about,” he responded as he stood from his seat, taking his bowl to the sink and leaving without another word.

A sardonic titter left your lips unbidden.

You sat there, feeling like an idiot once again for even daring to bring it up.

That familiar sinking in your gut was back and you felt sick. And stupid. Pathetic.

Fuck, and now that throbbing in your face was back, accompanied by a throbbing in your head. If you assessed all of your feelings any deeper, you’d be able to identify the stinging in your heart, too.

You stood up and left your bowl where it was, you could clean it in the morning - god knows you’d have the time.

You went to the bathroom to brush your teeth quickly before you planned on crawling into bed and staying there until you were cleared to head home tomorrow.

You rubbed at your eyes threatening to water and refused to cry because of him again.

You were in and out in five minutes. As you opened the bathroom door, you were met with Bucky leaning against the wall, his bag in hand as he waited for his turn.

You staggered a step as his presence caught you off guard. You stared at him a second, sure your eyes were wide and glossy. You wanted to say something, but you weren’t sure what the right words were. He stared back before he eyed the empty bathroom behind you, clearing his throat as he stood up straight.

You stepped out of his way as he moved past you to walk in and then you just stood there a moment as you tried to think of what you wanted to say.

The sound of the door closing behind him broke you out of your stupor as you blinked and you slowly walked to the bedroom.

You sat on the bed, mind still trying to formulate how you wanted to approach him and what exactly you felt you needed to say.

Minutes passed. You heard the rushing of water through the old pipes - on and then off again after some time.

You still weren’t sure what to say. But you needed to say something.

You got up and softly walked back over to the bathroom, building some kind of nerve as you got closer and closer to the door until it suddenly opened and froze you in your path.

Your eyes met a shirtless Bucky with his sweats sitting quite low on his hips.

He raised a brow at you, “Have you just been standing out here the whole time?” he questioned.

You swallowed the lump in your throat before you shook your head and stood up straighter.

Your mouth opened and closed before you took a deep breath and met his eye once again. You couldn’t pretend you didn’t see the look of stress on his face as he watched you, a flurry of what you thought might be impatience was growing as he waited for you to finally speak.

You didn’t have the words right in your mind, so when you spoke, you really just blurted out the only thing you had straight.

“We’re soulmates.”

It was a fact that you were stating. You watched him as you took a breath before continuing on, still not exactly sure what you were saying, but you trusted you’d catch up to your mouth eventually.

“We are soulmates. I know you know that. And I- I know you don’t care,” you took a breath before you swallowed hard, “but I..just, uh, I needed to say it. Out loud. To hear it. Because honestly,” you tittered, “it was kind of starting to make me feel a bit crazy, the way we just keep.. Burying it. Pretending it’s not real.. or true, or…” you shook your head, clearing your nerves and thinking, feeling more clearly now as you gazed into the blue tempests Bucky’s eyes held. Not so much anger, but a storm was raging nonetheless. That didn’t stop you, though. If anything it helped you realize what it was you truly needed to say to him right now. “It’s not just gonna go away, you know. And I get it, you’ve made it clear that you don’t want this, you don’t want me, so, whatever.. But I just - I needed to say it and acknowledge it. And you can go back to ignoring my existence after this but can you just.. Please, can you just acknowledge it?”

You stood there for what felt like an eternity, just staring at each other, but it couldn’t have been more than a second or two. He looked almost pained as he watched you, conflicted.

You waited with baited breath for him to say something, anything.

You weren’t sure why you did it, but you took a small step toward him - some unconscious need to be closer you didn’t even truly recognize until he took a step closer to you. And then another step, and another until you were backed up against the wall of the hallway as he stood before you. You noted your change of breathing as you watched his chest moving up and down, nearly in sync with yours.

Slowly, you lifted your eyes to his. You were entirely unsure of what was happening, but at the same time, you knew exactly what you were feeling. And you were sure he felt it, too.

Your eyes fell to his lips as he somehow got even closer to you, your bodies pressed against one another now. His right hand came up to your face, gently holding your cheek as he stared down at you, his lips parting as he leaned down slowly before he tilted your face up just a touch, allowing his lips to brush along yours, feather light, but electric as your skin prickled and you let your eyelids flutter shut.

His hold on your face tightened just a bit and you winced at the pressure on your bruise.

“Sorry,” he breathed as he lightened his touch, his forehead pressing to yours. You shook your head and raised your hands to hold his face in turn, not wanting him to back away. Not wanting this to end.

You were unclear on how exactly you got here, but it felt right. It felt good.

You pulled him to you and pressed your lips to his, kissing him softly, smiling at the minty taste of him as he pressed his tongue to your lips. You obliged him, parting your lips and allowing him access to your mouth as he took his time savoring you, his body pressing closer still as you were flush to the wall behind you.

His left hand fell to your waist before he gripped your hip and brought you closer to him.

You wrapped your arms around his neck as you deepened the kiss, so caught up in the dizzying feeling of his lips on yours, you almost didn’t register the moment he lifted you off your feet, his large hands under your thick thighs, bringing your legs around his waist as he proceeded to walk with you down the hall and into the open bedroom.

There wasn’t much thinking anymore, both of you moving out of pure instinct, running on your desire and longing for one another.

Bucky laid you gently on the bed after breaking the kiss and allowing you to get in a much needed breath.

He pulled his sweats down and rid himself of his underwear while your heated stare stayed on him.

When he met your eyes again, you were amazed at how darkened his gaze was. Unadulterated lust swirling in the torrent blues of his stare, your throat went dry at the sight of him.

He got onto the bed, his movements measured as he crawled on top of you, no words exchanged as you laid further down on the mattress the closer he got. Only the sounds of your breathing and the soft squeaking of the bed could be heard in the quiet of the cabin.

As Bucky’s face was mere inches away from yours, you startled at the feeling of him pulling your shorts down, your hands flying to stop him.

“Wait,” you rushed out as his eyes flicked to yours, his brows furrowed in concern at your sudden change in demeanor. “I just, uhm,” you took a breath, “it’s - it’s been.. A while,” you spoke softly, trying not to let the embarrassment you were feeling slip through your words - though you knew you’d failed as Bucky’s gaze softened, relief flashing over his features as he let his forehead drop to yours. He took your lips in his again as he kissed you gently.

“We’ll go slow,” he assured you as you melted under him. “I’ll take care of you,” he breathed the promise on your lips.

You nodded and let his hands go. Your eyes fell shut as his touch lingered from your hips down your thighs as he pulled your shorts off. You lifted your hips to help him before you sat up a bit, considering yourself a moment before deciding to remove your tank top. Then slowly undoing your bra.

You relaxed back down, now completely bare to each other and were caught off guard by Bucky lowering his head to your tummy, crawling down your body, his lips lingering from down your waist, along your stomach and then on your hip as you sighed, reveling in his affection. He worked his way closer and closer to your sex as you watched him intently until a shuddered gasp left you when his lips brushed over your sensitive clit.

You reached for a pillow to push under you - the urge to lax into the bed not stronger than your desire to watch Bucky as he explored you with his tongue.

You were captivated by his attention, you couldn’t tear your eyes away. The sight of his head between your legs, his strong hold on your thighs tightening with every twitch you gave as his tongue delved between your folds, drinking you in.

Your breathing was ragged as Bucky worked you over torturously slow now, taking his time before he slowly eased one thick finger into your wet and waiting hole - pumping the digit in and out of you as his tongue flicked over your clit incessantly. When he inserted another finger, you let out a sharp moan at the unexpected stretch as he worked you open for him.

The moment his icy blue eyes flicked up to meet your heady gaze, you nearly whimpered at the intensity - not of just his stare, but of everything he was putting you through, everything he was making you feel.

Despite how quick of a turn the night had taken, none of it felt rushed. Bucky really was taking his time with you, noticing every twitch of your thigh under his touch, each time your velvety walls tightened around his fingers, every moan and cry that fell from your perfect lips like an angel’s song to him.

He didn’t ever want to stop hearing those noises. And when he saw the look of pure blissed out pleasure on your face as you watched him take you apart, in that moment he wanted nothing more than to make sure you were always this taken care of.

He’d give you anything you asked for so long as it’d keep you this happy.

This is what you deserved. Pleasure and happiness and complete devotion - and he wanted to be the one to give it to you.

This is what he wanted.

You.

Bucky’s metal hand tightened around your thigh, desperate to feel as much of you as he could while he lost himself in the little heaven he’d found between your legs, your full attention on him and him alone.

Your back arched off the bed as you chased his touch, wanting more, wanting him closer. Breathy mewls leaving you as the salacious sounds of Bucky’s fingers pumping in and out of you meshed with the wet sounds of his mouth on your sex.

A tentative hand reached for his hair, your fingers threading through the damp strands before you tightened your hold a bit, gripping his hair as you urged him on.

You weren’t expecting the deep growl that emanated from him, sending chills through you - the vibrations along your cunt coaxing a whimpered moan from your throat as your eyes screwed shut. You tugged at his hair again before raking your nails along his scalp lightly, stroking his hair as he removed his fingers from you and readjusted his hold on either thigh, pulling you closer to him, delving ever deeper with his skilled tongue before moving to fuck you gently again with his hand. You were close, so fucking close.

Bucky’s tongue was firm against your clit, massaging it as he moved his fingers inside you rhythmically. Another pathetic mewl fell from you as you took a strangled breath, you couldn’t hold it back any longer, not that he wanted you to. Your toes curled as your legs shook from the orgasm that overtook you as you held Bucky closer, his name falling like a prayer from your lips as he refused to let up, your walls clenching down on his fingers as he worked you through the intensity of your climax.

Your thighs threatened to close around his head, but his strong arms kept you open to him as he lapped up everything you had to offer him before he slowly pulled himself off of you.

Your breathing was still quickened as you tried to come down from the high he’d given you, half lidded eyes looking on as he licked his wet, plump lips, his chin glistening with your juices as his large hands smoothed up your plush thighs. The corners of his lips upturned in a smile as he noted the way your body reacted to his touch, and then saw the look of satisfaction mingled with anticipation for more on your pretty face as you watched him.

His head fell to your chest as he crawled up your body, trailing kisses along your skin, up the column of your neck and across your cheek, gently, before he pressed his lips to yours. You moaned at the taste of yourself still on his tongue as you wound your fingers in his hair and pulled him down on top of you fully.

You could feel the length of him against you, hot and hard.

Bucky looked at you a moment, his lips soft and parted as he breathed a little harder, his eyes heavy as he gently took your face in his hands, his thumbs tracing over your skin before he leaned in and kissed you - deeper than he’d kissed you before, less restraint as your teeth clicked against one another’s, your tongue swirling around his before he pulled away.

His forehead pressed against yours as he took a breath, “You okay?” he asked softly as he let his hands fall and trail down your body.

“Yeah,” you breathed, “yes, yeah, I-,” you shook your head lightly, “you’re…amazing.”

Bucky breathed a laugh, smiling as he nodded before placing a kiss on your lips, “Good.”

His head was nuzzled in your neck where he left kiss after kiss along your skin while you wrapped your legs around him, your fingers playing in his hair as you sighed at the slight respite.

“Bucky,” you moaned breathily.

Your pussy ached as you felt his cock twitch against you at the sound of his name falling from your lips.

He kissed down your neck and along your chest as his hands fondled your breasts, your nipples hardening under his touch. He took one into his mouth as he sucked on you, the stirring in your cunt growing tenfold under his attention, his hand squeezing your breast before he did the same to the other.

Bucky buried his face between your tits, his hands full as he kneaded them, lightly nipping and sucking, leaving kisses all over your chest as you whined and moaned beneath him, your fingers gripping his hair and emboldening him as you both got lost in the heat of your desire. He wanted to touch you, to feel every inch of your perfect body, to kiss every bit of you he possibly could. But he was getting too ahead of himself. Slow. He needed to go slow.

He pulled away from you, holding himself above you as he panted. “Fuck,” he breathed on an exhale as he gazed down at you. You just looked at one another for a moment, nothing to be said, but so much being told.

“You’re beautiful,” he praised softly, the sincerity in his voice causing your heart to ache as you carded your fingers through his hair.

“I need you,” you nearly whispered as you held his eye, his understanding evident.

His gaze wasn’t so icy now - in fact, it was warm as he caressed you, his touch cool on your heated skin.

Bucky reached between you, gripping his cock as he lined himself up to your slick entrance. He was looking into your eyes as he guided himself into you. Your lips parted on an “o” as he stretched you out. He was a lot to take, but having been prepped, your pussy wet and wanting, the burn soon fading into something more pleasurable as he pushed further into you with a groan.

You lost yourself in his heavy gaze, his eyes were dark with need, but you could see the tenderness in the way he looked at you, too. You could feel it in his touch and you were like puddy in his hands.

When he was fully seated inside you, your warm walls tight around his thick shaft, Bucky began rocking into you at a slow and sensual pace, his heavy breaths and moans in your ear as he fucked you - deep strokes, making sure you felt every inch of him.

Your eyes shut as you took a stuttered breath - the feeling of him inside you overwhelming. You felt his lips press against your temple as he rubbed your hip soothingly.

Everything felt so surreal. You’d never imagined Bucky’d be so soft, so gentle. All of his focus was on you and you’d never be able to describe how perfect it felt being seen by him, being loved by him.

In your wildest dreams, you could have never imagined a soulmate connection to be this deep, this strong. You weren’t sure how you handled it before, either of you. Because this, this is impossible to deny. You moved perfectly together, you fit perfectly together. You just made sense.

Everything made sense now.

You hands were on Bucky’s back, urging him closer as he picked up his pace a bit, the sweet noises emanating from him only turning you on more as your pussy clenched around him - a moan of his name met with a pained groan in turn.

You hiked your leg around his waist as he leaned further into you, his weight on you making you feel warm - safe and comforted beneath his strong body as you gave yourself to him and he gave his all to you.

His grip on your thigh as he held you open for him only added to your delight.

As Bucky leaned over you, you pulled him down and crashed your lips into his. When he pulled away, he didn’t go far, his lips just barely apart from yours as you breathed in each other’s air. Your eyes were locked on his as he sent the bed frame thumping against the wall with his every thrust, the sound of his hips slapping against yours filling the air as you held onto one another.

He kissed you again and you felt yourself edging closer and closer to your next climax, that coil in your lower belly tightening as Bucky’s cock was hitting just the right spots, over and over again making you whimper as you began to plead with him.

“Right there, Bucky,” you praised as your eyes screwed shut. “Oh, fuck,” the curse was a mere whisper under your breath.

“Does it feel good, sweetheart?” his voice husky through his tight throat.

“Yes,” you eked out, “yes, feels so good. You feel so good,” you cried. “I’m so close, Bucky, I’m gonna come, please, please,” you started to beg as the feeling of him began to be too much for you to handle. You felt like you were on the verge of combustion.

“I know, baby, I know,” he hushed you before his lips collided with yours, your cries muffled against his lips as he brought his hand to your clit, swirling tight circles over your bud, leading you to shatter beneath him in mere seconds.

Bucky’s forehead pressed to yours as you felt a stray tear slip from your eye, the orgasm intense and seemingly never ending as he worked you through it.

“Doin’ so good, doll. Feel fuckin’ perfect around me, baby. You’re so goddamn perfect,” his voice strained as he cooed at you. “And you’re mine. Aren’t you?” he prompted.

You nodded your head at him desperately, “‘M yours, Bucky. I’m yours,” you insisted, your voice straining but earnest.

He was looking at you like you were the only thing in the world that mattered, soft reassurances spilling from his lips as he continued fucking you.

Soon he was a mess of grunts and moans he couldn’t hold back any longer as your walls gripped his cock tightly. “Fuck,” he choked out.

You watched as his face screwed up in pleasure as he let out a cry of his own, his orgasm ripping through him while he emptied himself inside of you, his hold on you tight as ever as he thrust into you once, twice more - holding himself against you for a moment before carefully pulling out.

Your leg slipped down as he gently let you go, his breathing harder than your own as he started to come down.

He rolled off of you as he caught his breath before he turned his head to look at you. You were already staring over at him longingly when he met your eye. You shared a delicate, almost shy smile before he pulled you into him easily, his arms wrapping around you as you nuzzled into him.

Feeling his spend between your thighs, you realized you should probably clean up before you fell asleep, pulling away from him as he looked at you questioningly.

“Bathroom,” you said softly with a kiss to his cheek as you got up.

It occurred to you as you cleaned yourself off that you and Bucky still needed to talk about everything. You honestly felt on top of the world right now, you couldn’t remember a time when you’d felt so content, so complete. And that was all Bucky. In this moment, you felt truly happy. You smiled softly at yourself in the mirror, lifting a hand to touch your cheek where you still felt Bucky’s touch.

The conversation may be a little heavy, you knew that, but you’d both be better for it. As you reentered the bedroom, though, you found Bucky already under the covers, soft snores escaping him as he slept. You scoffed lightly at the sight of him, shaking your head as you approached the bed to crawl in on the other side.

You couldn’t really blame him for passing out so quickly, you were exhausted, too.

Your talk could wait until tomorrow, you conceded. As good as things felt right now, you knew you’d feel even better once you had everything hashed out with Bucky, and you were both finally on the same page with the same understanding.

As you settled in the bed, Bucky’s metal arm reached out for you, pulling you back into him as you laughed softly at his sleepy need for you. You cuddled into him under the blankets. Peacefulness was never a feeling you experienced often, always so fleeting to you, but right here as you laid in Bucky’s arms, it was the perfect word to describe how you felt.

This was good. No, this was perfect. How could you ever want for more when you had all of this love, when you felt this whole - this happy.

You let yourself relax into Bucky as your eyes fluttered shut.

No way it could get better than this.

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[haleyhunwritess]

Hi sweetie!!! I think I already send my request for drabble in Broken promises AU but I don't know if you received it.

Little reader has been feeling really sick in the past days, but she didn't told her daddies because she doesn't want to worry them. So one morning she feels like she's gonna faint, her daddies tries to give her the breakfast, but she doesn't want to eat so they punish her (I was thinking for spanks and let her lock in her room).

But when they were to check on her, she was in the ground unconscious and with vomit in her room.

Am such a fan of a lot a angst and fluff in the end 🙂🥺☺️

𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐮𝐩

𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 (𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝟳 𝗼𝗳 𝗯𝗿𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗻 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗶𝘀𝗲𝘀)

warnings: soft!dark!stucky x little!reader, dark themes

a/n: hi love!! yes i did get the request you sent, i just didn't have a chance to answer it yet but i decided to have that as the next part for broken promises! i hope you like it <3

Steve walked into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water, when he heard her whining at the table. He just came home after going for a run, which was an hour ago, so he was surprised to see her still at the table with Bucky.

“What’s the matter now?” His tone was harsh, sending shivers down her spine. She hated feeling this way. She wished she could tell them what was wrong but for some reason the words just wouldn't leave her mouth. She only whimpered in response and moved her head in the other direction, letting the spoon of oatmeal hit her cheek once again.

She had been moody and cranky all week. It was confusing to see her act this way. Prior to this week, she'd been trying her best to be good for them. She would also make her bed when she got up. She would try to help Bucky cook dinner sometimes. She would tidy up her room without being told to. She was doing really well. Until she woke up one morning and her throat started to feel a scratchy. She wanted to say something to them but they seemed so busy with work that day, she didn't wanna bother them.

The next day she started to feel even worse. She didn't know how to vocalize how she felt. She wanted to tell them how much her throat hurt, and how her head was spinning. She just couldn't get the words out. Her sickness got worse every day, and so did her behaviour. She was surprised, and a little sad, that they hadn't noticed how sick she was. She wasn't trying to be difficult she just didn't feel well.

“It’s nothing, she’s just being a bit fussy about breakfast that’s all.” Bucky sighed, putting the spoon back in the bowl before handing it over to Steve. He could already hear her whining when he handed the bowl over to Steve.

He knew she didn't want Steve to take over him. Bucky was much more gentle with her than Steve. But she didn't leave him any choice.

“You’ve been nothing but a brat all week," Steve took a seat next to her at the table, then moved her chair closer to him. He picked up the spoon and held up it for her, "You’re gonna eat whatever we made for you or you can have no breakfast at all.”

She quickly turned her head the other way when he tried to force the spoon into her mouth. Steve threw the bowl onto the table, making her flinch. He couldn't take the misbehaviour any longer.

“I guess no breakfast at all it is.” He got up from the table, leaving her alone with Bucky. She could feel the tears already forming in her eyes, as the redness on her cheeks grew even darker. She was embarrassed by her behaviour. She was also starving but she didn't want to eat anything because of how much her throat hurt.

“Just go to your room, doll.” Bucky sighed, getting up from the table as well.

She couldn't hold back the tears any longer, they started rolling down her cheeks as she got up and ran upstairs to her room. She started to feel a bit lightheaded as she entered her room. She decided that maybe some sleep will help her feel better.

Steve and Bucky were still downstairs, trying to figure out why she had been acting this way. She was making good progress before she started misbehaving like before. They were worried that maybe Wanda's 'training' had worn off. Steve was worried that maybe they've been a bit too lenient with her behaviour lately. Instead of giving out harsh punishments, they'd been sending her to her room, taking away her devices, or making her go to bed early. Bucky didn't like punishing her the way they did before. He hated the idea of hurting her. Although he did miss her clinginess and neediness after a punishment.

Steve finally convinced him that maybe using 'the box' this one time would help things go back to the way they were. Bucky was a bit skeptical about the idea however he couldn't help but agree that it was worth a shot. He decided he would let Steve deal with that, because he promised he would never hurt like that ever again. This time he intended to keep that promise. He decided he would be there for her after the punishment. He wanted to be there for the aftercare, showering her with his love. Maybe set up a nice bath for her with sweet vanilla-scented candles that she liked so much.

Steve headed upstairs to her room, not bothering to knock before walking in. He looked around her room and noticed how messy her room was. Her clothes were everywhere, her desk had random papers everywhere, and the arts and crafts kit they'd gotten her was all over the floor. Steve tried his best to contain his anger when he noticed that she was asleep. He was about to leave when he saw one of the paint tubes from the art kit was left open. He couldn't hold back any longer when he saw that red paint dripping onto the rug by her bed.

He walked over to her, roughly gripping onto her arm before forcing her to get up. She quickly woke up, whimpering at his tight grip on her arm. He dragged her over to the rug, pointing at it, without saying a word. At first she was confused why he was this angry, then her eyes widened as she noticed the giant stain on the rug.

“I-I didn’t-n“ She tried to come up with an explanation but her throat hurt so much she couldn't get the words out. Aside from the fact that she was sick, she hadn't had anything to drink in a few hours.

“Is that all you have to say for yourself?” Steve looked unimpressed as she stammered nervously. He shook his head and bent down to pick up the tube to stop it from spilling anymore. He knew he was right, the box was the only way for things to go back to the way they were, “I've had enough of this. Go get the box.”

Her eyes widened as soon as he mentioned the box. She hadn't seen it in a while. Not since she started behaving like a good girl. She may have had little slip ups but she made sure to apologize right away, and they would only give her small punishments that in no way harmed her. They knew how afraid she was of the box. There was not a thing in there that didn't make her shiver in fear.

She immediately stepped back, and started to protest but Steve was having none of it, “That’s enough, little girl. You’re only making this harder on yourself.”

She stood there frozen in fear, knowing what was about to happen. Steve rolled his eyes, walking over to the closet to grab the box himself. He swiftly picked her up with one arm, making her yelp and thrash around in his hold with the little energy she had left.

He threw her onto the bed, before putting the box down on the table next to her bed. He easily ripped off her skirt before flipping her over, and letting her lie on her stomach. She prepared herself for his hand to come smacking down any second, but it never did. Instead, she heard the clink of his belt being removed. Suddenly, she felt the belt snap across her and hit her inner thighs. She tried her best to stay quiet, but the second time the belt snapped against her bottom, she couldn't help but cry at the stinging sensation. She quickly covered her mouth with her hand, knowing Steve liked to stuff her mouth whenever she made any noise during a punishment. Steve smirked at her attempt to remain quiet as the belt snapped against her again. He put the belt down after the third time, and gently removed her panties, before stuffing them in her mouth. She gagged a bit at the sensation, since she was severely dehydrated and starting to feel dizzy once again. He decided to finally open up the box, taking out some of the special toys that he liked to use. She closed her eyes and hoped it would be over soon when she heard the faint buzzing sound coming from the pink object in his hands.

Eventually, Steve that she'd had enough. He picked up the box and put it away before putting his belt back on. He walked over to the door to walk downstairs then noticed her trying to get up, “Don’t come downstairs unless you’re ready to be my good girl again.”

Everything hurt. Every part of her body felt like it was on fire. She spit out the fabric that was still in her mouth, before starting to cough violently. She struggled to get up from her bed, with her head still spinning. She felt like she was about to throw up, but she didn't wanna make a mess in her room again. Especially after how mad Steve had gotten because of the paint mess. She just barely made it to her bathroom before throwing up everything left in her stomach. She weakly reached for the tissues on the counter to wipe her mouth, before falling back asleep on the bathroom floor.

Bucky decided it was a good time to go check up on her, while Steve was in the living room, nursing away a drink after such an intense hour with her.

Bucky entered her room, and walked over to her bed“Baby? Are you asleep?” He was surprised that she wasn't there. He quickly looked around, finding no sign of her, until he realized the bathroom door was open. His face paled when he noticed her passed out on the floor, “Shit, Steve!”

In less than a minute, Steve came running up the stairs,“What happened?”

“I don’t know, I came up here and she was lying down on the floor. I think she got sick or something. What the hell did you do?” Bucky bent down to pick her up from the floor, and brought her over to her bed. He picked up the glass of water on her bedside table, gently splashing her with some of it in an attempt to wake her up.

“I didn’t do this.” Steve mumbled as he sat down next to her, gently shaking her to try to wake her up.

Bucky saw her eyes flickering lightly and he carefully sat her up in his lap, “Hi, sweetheart. Can you open your eyes for me?”

She slowly opened her eyes, rubbing them a bit as the bright light hit them, “There you go, pretty girl. You’re doing great.” Bucky praised her as he tried to get her to drink some of the water. She tried to refuse but he wouldn't budge. She had a few small sips, and noticed her throat was already starting to feel a bit better. She quickly drank the entire glass before handing it back over to Bucky.

“What happened, sweetheart? Are you feeling sick?” Steve gently rubbed her back, feeling guilty about the way he treated her earlier. He knew he was rough with her but that couldn't have caused this. Right?

She coughed a little before mumbling, "Been feeling sick. Sorry didn't tell you." Her throat still hurt quite a bit so she couldn't talk much but at least she was able to tell them what happened.

Steve and Bucky instantly felt guilty as they realized that she had been sick all this time. Bucky knew there had to be another reason she was behaving this way, it wasn't just to gain attention from them. Steve knew he had messed up. He shouldn't have been so rough with his delicate little girl. He should've known she wasn't trying to be bad. The fact that he'd done that to her while she was already feeling ill made his guilt ten times worse.

Bucky put his arms around tightly, wanting to do nothing but make her feel better. She hissed at the burning sensation from the aftermath of Steve's torment, and he quickly apologized, loosening his grip on her, “Don’t worry, doll. Everything is gonna be alright. We’re gonna take care of you.”

Steve grabbed her hand, bringing it up to his lips to give it a kiss before looking up at her with a sad expression on his face, “Why didn’t you tell us, doll? We could’ve helped you.”

“Didn’t wanna bother…” She mumbled, as she felt her cheeks getting redder at all the attention she was getting.

Bucky kissed the side of her head before turning her to look at him,“You never have to worry about that with us, doll. You’re never a bother. You just get some rest, okay?”

She slowly nodded before looking up at him,“Will you cuddle?…”

“Yes, pretty girl.” He smiled at her and helped her lie down carefully, before getting up to grab the lotion for her.

She looked back at Steve, "You too?"

He smiled at her, laying down next to her, “Of course, sweetheart.” Steve was a little surprised she wanted to be around him even after the way he treated her but he didn't want to bring it up. He quietly promised to make it up to her as soon as she got better.

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[darkdarkstucky]

Pretty, S. Rogers and B. Barnes.

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱ Pretty

Summary; You were anything but expectant after spending a night between the ellusive lawyers, James Buchanan Barnes and Steve Grant Rogers; it was a supposed fling. Something to spice up their marriage. So you weren't exactly prepared with their advances nor the possessiveness that came with their attention.

Pairing; Soft!Dark Stucky x Reader, Soft!Dark Bucky Barnes x Reader, Soft!Dark Steve Rogers x Reader.

Warnings; Sexual themes, Adult content, Manipulation, Possessiveness, Soft!Dark Stucky, Married Stucky, Gaslighting Stucky, Age Gap (Steve is 40, Bucky is 39, Reader is 19) Please do not interact if it makes you uncomfortable!

ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱ MASTERLIST

♡ chapter one

♡ chapter two

♡ chapter three

♡ chapter four

♡ chapter five

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[kokeshi-mynx]

OKAY SO basically softdark!boyfriendsdad!bucky kind of becomes obsessed w reader the moment he meets her but she’s literally dating his son so he can’t do anything abt it. EXCEPT he does. he starts being kind of touchy feely and getting too close but gaslights reader into thinking that it’s normal. he starts lying to his son being like “she’s up to no good, i bet she’s cheating” until bucky fabricates a story/situation to make it look like reader really did cheat. so they break up and reader goes to bucky crying and everything. cue him then taking advantage of her sadness and vulnerability by gaslighting reader into thinking that it’s totally normal.

thoughts??

I FUCKING LOVE THIS!!!!

This is... this makes my mouth water. I may or may not have screeched when I read this

100%! I'd love to see you write this ^^!!!

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[buckyalpine]

Winter soldier x reader ft sex pollen

Unhinged winter soldier with sex pollen. This is wildly inappropriate (with some fluff?...) but I thought of it so you must all suffer with me. Imagine Hydra filling the room with sex pollen immediately after Buck is wiped, sending him out at in his most feral state in hopes that the winter soldier will lose control and give into the urges they've forced into him. They need him to breed another super soldier since they were unable to replicate the serum in his veins.

As soon as the dust fills the room, his pupils dilate, his tac suit far too hot, his veins pumping so hard they feel like they're going to burst. The straps holding him down release and his chest is heaving, trying to calm down the primal needs hes feeling, pain prickling his skin the longer he stays in the room. He grunts, striding out of the room and into the night, chasing a craving he has to get out.

He moves without a soul detecting him, until a sweet scent catches his attention. Floral, natural, innocent. Fertile. He's suddenly hyper focused on the thing his body is screaming for, following the unsuspecting woman, his teeth grinding through the pain. She enters a building and he observes each window before seeing a lights turn on, her nude silhouette appearing through the curtains.

It takes no effort for him to climb up the fire escape, easily prying the locked window open only to be met with the sound of the shower running. Her scent permeates all his senses and he nearly strips off all his clothes then and there, the pollen causing lust that makes his bones ache. The water shuts off and hes waiting like a predator waiting for its prey, sitting perfectly still while the door clicks open. She gasps and freezes in place and he sight alone makes him growl.

Pathetic little bunny.

"Who-who are you" she whispers, clutching her towel tightly together though it's not like she didn't know. Tears fill her eyes seeing the deadly soldier people spoke about, unsure if he even existed, the very rumor now sitting on her bed. He doesn't anything, groaning at the feeling of his arousal steadily dripping from his cock, palming his erection.

"Please-don't" She shakes her head, seeing his hardness pressing against his pants, his large presence suffocating because she knows there's no where to run. He slips his mask off, revealing his dangerously handsome face, his eyes wild with lust and need.

"But I have to" He grits out, stalking over to her and grabbing her by the waist, burying his nose in her freshly washed hair, deeply groaning at the scent of her bodywash, "mne eto nuzhno, zayka" [I need this, bunny]

"No-I-I'll do anything-" She trembles, squeezing her eyes shut feeling his warm wet tongue lick up her neck as his mismatched hands rip her towel away, pulling her hips flush against his cock. The rough material of his tactical hear scratches her soft skin, making her whimper when when he bites her shoulder.

"takoy myagkiy krolik" [such a soft bunny] He throws her like a doll, her ass bouncing off the mattress, flat on her back back while he undoes his pants, pulling his cock out. She squeezes her legs shut, shaking her head, his fat bobbing length taunting her as he pumps himself while crawling onto the bed.

"It hurts bunny" He groans, forcing her legs apart, her natural scent nearly causing pain as he stares at her pussy. Her button between her legs involuntarily twitches and he pinches it hard making her squeal, the sound causing a drop of precum to spill out.

His head is so focused on getting his release, he doesn't bother prepping her, shoving his cock into her tight cunt, grunting and forcing his length in when he feels resistance. He stars to fuck her hard, holding both wrists in his metal hand, keeping her pinned under him while he splits her open.

"Hurts-too much-to big-stop-" She gasps out her pained cries melting into muddled moans of pleasure, her own body betraying her, feeling her own warmth wetting his cock making it easier for him to slip in and out. "Oh god-soldat-stop-don't-

"You're wet" He hisses, almost accusatorily, pounding her harder, faster until the bed shakes and scratches the floor, the serum pumping in his veins making his cock sensitive.

"I need this-I need it" Sweat beads at his forehead, his balls feeling heavier than usual, the pollen causing his body to produce more semen than he naturally would.

"YA chuvstvuyu zapakh, kakoy ty mokryy, zayka" [I can smell how wet you are bunny] His balls throb painfully, his cock ready to burst as his thrusts become more erratic. He snarled against her neck as pleasure starts to lick up his spine, the bruising grip on her wrists tightening as he starts to pump her full of his load without warning.

She whimpers feeling shame for the delicious stretch of his cock, her cunt fluttering, swollen from his abusive pace. She finds herself flipped over with her ass in the air, her face pressed against the sheets, his cock rock hard again, prodding at her puffy folds.

"Not done-need more" he growls lowly, stripping his clothes off, his body heat dialed to 100. His crotch is covered in cum, a mix of his and hers, the smell of her driving him insane as he grabs her hips and slams her to meet his thrusts again. He has more power at this angle, fucking her like a mad man, groaning with his head thrown back, eyes rolled to the back of his head, only focused on pleasuring his cock.

"Ty shlyukha Zimnego soldata, ty voz'mesh' to, chto ya tebe dayu" [You're the winter soldier's whore, you'll take what I give you] He's at his most unhinged, grunting and groaning, fucking her like an animal, her muffled screams only causing his cock to swell more. "Make me feel good, make it go away bunny"

"Soldat please stop-too big" she begs and he fucks her harder, making her moan, pulling another orgasm out of her body even if she fought against it. His thighs meet the back of hers, rolling and rocking his hips, hitting her cervix until her sweet juices squirt out of her, obscene sounds of skin on skin filling he room. "SOLDAT"

"I have to breed you bunny" He shakes his head, unwilling to leave until he's sure she's pregnant with his child, forcing every bit of his cum into her. "My fertile little bunny" He nips your skin, running his hands over her tummy, imaging it firm and round with his baby growing inside. He loved the thought of such an unsuspecting, sweet angel carrying the child of he soldier, all of his cum making a mess in her pussy.

By the last round, the pollen has started to dissipate and the cloud is lifting. He pants, still rutting into her pussy, something tugging at his conscious, shaking his head when the lusty animalistic haze weavers.

"T-tell me your name" He rasps, his heart beating wildly, loosening his grip on her. She whimpers from pain and to her surprise, he slowly down, still grinding himself in, burying her face into her neck. "zayka, pozhaluysta" [bunny, please]

"Y/n" she whispers, unsure of why she told him, her voice catching in her throat when his lips press against her skin. She's limp in his hold, the smell of sex permeating the room, the sheets soaked with his cum, but nothing more full than her cunt.

"Y/n" He moans, his body trembling as he nears the end of his final release, stilling till he's milked himself dry, her soft body worn under him. Something is wrong, he can feel it, the emotionless control he had before, slipping from his grasp. He yearns to hold the woman in his arms but he can't .Something stops him.

His movements are robotic as he pulls away and slips his clothes back on, memories unfamiliar to him flashing through his mind.

He wasn't the soldier.

He was-

Her soft snores pull her from his spiral, looking up to seeing her sleeping form, fucked out from the way he'd ruined her. He frowns at the unfamiliar feeling of concern he's experiencing, pulling the covers over her body.

"Thank you bunny" He whispers, making her whine in her sleep, calling for the soldier.

"I'm-

He shakes his head, his previously wild replaced with those of a young man from Brooklyn.

"B-Bucky"

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