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Day 23 — Overstimulation
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Pairing || Stalker!Bucky x Female!Reader
Word Count || Around 700
Contents & Warnings || Smut, Dark — NSFW, 18+ Only, Minors DNI, non-con, explicit content/language, pet names, obsessive/stalker behaviour, break-in, restraints, forced orgasm, multiple orgasms, squirting, begging, praising, sex toys, mention of bodily fluids.
Disclaimer || English is not my first language so I apologise for any mistakes or misunderstandings!
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“No, no, no, pleeease,” you begged the man, but to no use, as another surge of blinding ecstasy struck you hard, making you scream and convulse on the bed uncontrollably. The restraints that held you made it impossible for you to move your hands or close your bound legs to make the painful pleasure stop, making him smirk as he watched you struggle. At this point, there was no use in fighting the man overstimulating you for his needs and sadistic pleasure.
He towered over your limp and bare body with a wicked smirk playing on his lips and darkness swimming in his eyes. There was a sinister tone laced in his voice as he spoke, with a surprising hint of softness and care buried deep in it.
“I will not stop. Not when I have you tied up and to my every mercy. I will take advantage of you and watch you come undone again and again until you're nothing but a sensitive and overstimulated mess for me.”
“I-I can't,” you sobbed at his promise of more stimulation while tears streamed down your face.
“Yes, you can. You have to, for me. I've wanted you for weeks, my precious doll. I've been watching you. Yearning for you for so long now. And now, when I finally have you, I'm never letting go.” His words made you shudder in fear and hidden desire.
He placed a light and tender kiss on your clammy cheek. His warm breath tingled your skin as he uttered his last words. “I'll take care of you, baby, I promise.”
As promised, he pressed the vibrator to your overstimulated and abused clit again, intending to make you come and squirt for him even more. He placed himself near your dripping and quivering pussy, wanting to watch very closely as he brought forth another earth-shattering and toe-curling orgasm.
He turned on the powerful toy at full strength, making you cry, and your body tensed up as an instant surge of electricity coursed through your nerves. The lines between pleasure and pain overlapped, making you almost numb to the sensation, but at the same time, you've never been so aware of your body and mind as of right now.
You began to toss and writhe on the sheets as you neared your ecstasy for what felt like the hundredth time tonight. Involuntarily, your hips bucked into the vibrator, desperate for more stimulation on your throbbing clit. You tried to grasp onto something, anything, to keep yourself firm and solid as it became too much for you to bear.
“Attagirl,” the man sneered as he observed that you were indeed needy for the stimulation despite not knowing yourself.
“O-oh my goood,” you sobbed as your mind went fuzzy and white as another intense rush of bliss and cruel pleasure travelled through each and every nerve ending in your sensitive body. Your eyes rolled back into your skull, hips thrusting up and legs shaking as your walls contracted around nothing, and your clit throbbed violently against the vibrator as it never stopped stimulating you, continuing to draw out your orgasm and making you squirt uncontrollably.
After what felt like several minutes of excruciating pleasure, you lay once more limp and sore as you panted heavily after the absolute mess the man had made of you. No thoughts in your brain whatsoever.
“You did so well, my precious doll,” he praised.
You hoped that he would show you mercy now, but it didn't seem like he was thoroughly done and satisfied with you just yet as he shoved two fingers into your deprived pussy, making you shriek, and his lips ghosted your swollen and abused bundle of nerves.
“P-please,” you begged in a whine, not even sure for what at this point—for him to stop or keep on going.
“I'm still not done with you, baby,” he murmured before taking your raw clit captive between his lips, ready to draw out even more from you until you were all used up and empty.
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bunnysorchids · 11 months
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No thoughts just bucky🤷‍♀️
pic from Pinterest!
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six-demon-bag · 1 year
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You've got those eyes that drive me crazy (and I've got eyes to watch you sleep)
Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Helmut Zemo
Summary: As a control mechanism, using the trigger words on the Winter Soldier also triggers a bone deep devotion to his handler. When Zemo activated the soldier in Berlin, he was unaware of the consequences.
Rating: Teen
Tags: Stalking, Obsession, unwanted devotion, Creepy Bucky Barnes, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canon-Typical Violence, Discord: WinterBaron, Unreliable Narrator, Bucky’s got more than a few crossed wires, our boy is in love and Zemo is not prepared
Word count: 3968 (Chapter 3), 9073 (3/3 chapters)
Link: You've got those eyes that drive me crazy (and I've got eyes to watch you sleep)
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Bucky can’t restrain a purr. “I’ve been staying away but I knew you were finally ready to meet,” Bucky says adoringly. “I’ve been watching to keep you safe.”
Zemo blinks and tilts his head. Bucky loves that head tilt. Zemo’s obviously at a loss for words at seeing his Bucky again.
It’s here, the last chapter of stalker!bucky!! I had so much fun writing this. 
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chasingmidnights · 1 year
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Made some fun little visuals today, not sure if I'll use them for any sort of writing but I had fun making them!
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holylulusworld · 1 month
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Just thinking...What if... stalked reader is the crazy one and the "poor" stalker doesn't know what he got himself into. 👀👀
Someone needs to save him from dear Y/N...😂
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Reader: "Wait! You didn't stalk me for a week. Where have you been?"
Stalker: "What? I..."
Reader: "We have a routine, Sir. I leave my bedroom curtains open so you can get a glimpse of my cute bottom and I get off imagining you will break into my apartment to eat my coochie!"
Stalker: Loses his shit. "What the fuck!"
Reader: "You can't change our routine out of the blue. Thursday nights are there for our sex dates!"
Stalker: "Sex dates?" *starts to sweat.* He looks around the deserted street, asking himself if this is the right moment to grab you.
Reader: *sighs deeply* "I got the bags with me for a reason," you point at the duffle bags slung over your shoulder. "Now, chop-chop and kidnap me! I want to see your home!"
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jemgirl86 · 9 months
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Bucky in TFATWS:
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navybrat817 · 26 days
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The Lonely Souls Club Masterlist
Summary: Two lost souls cross, but not all those are lost, want to be found. [Bucky Barnes]
Status: In Progress
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
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bucksangel · 1 year
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Day 29 — Knife Play
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Pairing || Stalker!Bucky x Female!Reader
Word Count || Around 1200
Contents & Warnings || Smut, Dark — NSFW, 18+ Only, Minors DNI, non-con, explicit content/language, pet names, obsessive/stalker behaviour, Possessive!Bucky, kidnapping, held in basement, restraints/gag, use of knife, knife on skin/private parts (no cutting/blood), knife handle as sex toy, praising, forced orgasm, squirting, mention of bodily fluids.
Disclaimer || English is not my first language so I apologise for any mistakes or misunderstandings!
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“Finally mine. All mine.”
The man who towered over you, your capturer, spoke in such an eerie and sinister tone that you shivered on the rusty bed in nothing but your underwear—tied up, gagged, and unable to move even the slightest with tears streaming down your face.
Although the basement was relatively dark, you had a clear image of him—a wicked smirk curving on his lips and a growing darkness swimming in his eyes. He was still dressed in the same thick clothing he wore when he kidnapped you—cap and gloves included, and with his knife still in hand.
“My doll. My precious little doll. So beautiful for me.”
There was a hint of softness and care buried deep in his words, which had you slightly relieved that he maybe hadn't taken you hostage to murder you, but what his actual plans were, you didn't know, and that made you even more fearful for what this man was capable of doing with you.
“I've wanted you for so long.” He came down to your level, face inches from yours. You tried to move away from him, to cream, but to no use. You were completely trapped—a prey to its hunter. “Forever, my doll,” he muttered as he glided the blade of his knife on your tear-stained cheek. “Ever since I met you at that bar weeks ago, I've wanted you. And I know you've wanted me too, my precious one.” You shook your head no while your words were muffled against your gag.
“Don't worry. I'll take care of you till the end of time. You're safe now here with me. No one is ever going to hurt you ever again.”
This was sick, twisted and macabre, yet there was a tiny fibre of your soul that clung and yearned for his soft and wicked tenderness.
“It's ok,” he ghosted the blade on your delicate skin, moving the knife downwards, across your throbbing pulse point, until it rested on your clavicle, “you will understand soon enough, my doll, that this was meant to be.”
With the flick of his wrist, the sharp blade cut through your bra strap, making you shut your eyes tightly as he started his journey of exposing your most private parts from the protective covers that clung to your body with his trusted knife.
“I need to see you, all of you.”
He cut through the rest of your flimsy bra, taking the shredded material off you and revealing your breasts into the room's cold air, making your nipples harden.
“So beautiful,” he mumbled against one nipple, ghosting his lips on it while his knife so very delicately circled the other.
You tensed up at his action. Heart hammering violently in your chest as your fear heightened that he was going to do some severe harm to you, but he was expertly steady with it, never cutting any of your skin.
He continued down the valley of your breasts and across your stomach. His lips followed along where his knife went. You could feel the coldness of the blade. It ever so lightly touched your skin but never broke its barrier, your capturer so steady with his hand throughout the torturous journey.
The fear factor brought a tingling sensation to your core, dampening up your panties. You felt so shameful that deep down, this was turning you on—being so powerless and to the mercy of such a monstrous man.
“God, you smell so exquisite, my precious doll,” he mumbled as he nuzzled his face into your covered core while his knife teased the hem of your panties.
Your nerves jolted when he cut them up and discarded the torn fabric, leaving you completely exposed in the cold air for this cruel man to do as he pleased, and there was nothing you could do to stop him.
Your slickness ran down your thighs and wet the bedding, making the man chuckle in satisfaction. “See, how wet you are for me. I know you want this just as much as me, doll.”
He ghosted the blade on your messy fold, and you tried to close your legs at the dangerous act, but to no use as the restraints were tight and forceful.
“Such a pretty pussy you have, my precious doll. I can't wait to make you cum and squirt for me,” he muttered against your thigh and pressed the knife's handle to your opening. Without warning, he sheathed it inside your wet cunt, making you shriek against the gag at the stinging pleasure.
He was kind enough to let you get accustomed to the handle in you before he began his pleasurable torture. Slow at first, very pleasing and gentle to get you used to the motions. But once he really started moving, he didn't hold back—his goal was to make you a mess in a matter of moments to see how quickly he could push you.
He fucked you so furiously with it. Your pussy squelching and contracting around the handle with each motion. The growing pressure in your lower stomach builds with each second. It was so good, so painfully good, that it had you question your sanity due to how morbid the scenario actually was.
Once he pressed his leather-covered thumb on your aching clit and massaged it in tantalising circles, you lost your absolute mind. Your eyes fluttered, and your mind went fuzzy while your legs tightened up to brace for the inevitable that was nearing—an earth-shattering and toe-curling rush of bliss.
A surge of blinding and intense ecstasy struck you hard once the coil in your stomach ruptured, making you convulse on the bed and yank on the restraints as a gush from your quivering cunt made a complete mess on the knife and sheets. Your eyes rolled back, and your legs shook violently as it consumed the entirety of you for what felt like hours of sadistic pleasure.
“You're unreal, my precious doll.” The man observed you in awe as you fell apart before him, and a smirk decorated his face as he watched you struggle through the pleasure.
You lay limp on the mattress once he was done with you. Eyes heavy and tired. Body sore and used up. Your mind floating someplace else that wasn't in the here and now.
He pulled out the knife handle from your tight hole. Your walls fluttered around nothing, desperate for more once you were empty. The man placed the knife on your stomach and growled like a hungry animal when he eyed your dripping and quivering cunt. He licked a broad stripe through your swollen and abused folds, moaning against you while you sobbed against the gag due to the overstimulation.
“God, you taste so exquisite, my precious doll,” the man praised before laying a tender kiss on your engorged bundle of nerves.
He got up from the bed, his dark frame towering over you once more. “Stay here, I'm gonna get some more things, and then the real fun can begin,” he grinned darkly before leaving you all alone and afraid.
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slut4thebroken · 8 months
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Assorted characters x stalker!reader hcs
For some reason I’ve been obsessed with stalker!reader ideas. Like for any of my current hyperfixation crushes lol. So here are some unofficial head canons I guess
(Jason Todd, Jonathan Crane, Jackson Rippner, Spencer Reid, Stiles Stilinski, Bucky Barnes)
Jason Todd - You met him one day on the street. Some guy was being a dick and not taking no for an answer. When he started yelling, Jason intervened. And you’ve been in love with him ever since. You know that he obviously loves you too, that’s why he was so kind to you that day— that’s why he leaves his blinds open and let’s you watch him change after taking a shower. That’s why he was “careless” enough to let you find out his alter ego. Why else would he have trusted you so much to share that secret with you if he wasn’t in love with you too?
Jonathan Crane - Along the same lines as Jason. But you’re a student in his class. Everyday you sit in the front, your chin resting on your hand as you stare at him, mesmerized by his smooth voice and pretty face. You like the reaction you get when he makes eye contact and you don’t look away— he stumbles over his words and forces his gaze somewhere else while clearing his throat. His day to day life wasn’t particularly exciting, he spent most of his time on campus or at Arkham. But the one night he deviated from his usual schedule, you got all giddy and followed him eagerly. That’s how you found out your professor was the infamous Scarecrow. After learning that, you wondered if he’d ever want to test his fear toxin on you, leaving you a writhing mess for him.
Jackson Rippner - (I actually started a one shot with this plot lmao) You don’t know how a professional terrorist who stalks people for a living didn’t realize you were following him. It’s not like you’re very good at it. But you watched him watch other people, swooning when he became particularly violent on an assignment. You wondered how he’d react when he found out. Would he be flattered— impressed? Would he try to kill you? Or maybe— and this was your preferred option— he’d fuck you instead, making fun of you for being so desperate that you resorted to stalking him. He seemed like the kind of man who would enjoy degrading and humiliating you and you couldn’t wait for when that would finally happen.
Spencer Reid - Your genius professor with an IQ of 187 and three phds was entirely fascinating to you. You read anything and everything about him, including all of the cases he’s worked and any interviews he’s done. Once that wasn’t enough, you started following him around. He was so intriguing and captivating— the way he just ordered a coffee and handed the barista the money had you swooning. The first time you followed him, he had noticed you— made eye contact with you— so you made sure to be more careful. On days where he wasn’t teaching because he was away helping the BAU, you were incredibly bored and almost depressed. You missed seeing him every single day.
Stiles Stilinski - Stalking him was how you found out literally all of his friends secrets. You liked watching him talk animatedly to Scott from across the library, getting scolded by the librarian several times before being asked to leave. You liked watching him by himself, the way he fidgets with anything he can get his hands on and struggles to focus on whatever task he’s trying to complete, it’s endearing. What you didn’t like, however, was how he looks at Lydia. Every single time, you have to physical restrain yourself from walking over and bashing her head in, telling her to back the fuck off and leave him alone. Especially because she usually ends up making him sad. If he were with you, you’d always make him feel loved and appreciated. You wouldn’t act like some spoiled, airheaded tease (not the internalized misogyny lol).
Bucky Barnes - Stalking Bucky was one of the hardest things you’ve ever done. He’s so in tune with his surroundings, knows when there’s a threat before anyone else does. He also knows when he’s being followed. So you resorted to casual stalking— going to the gym when he’s there, sitting in the living room when he’s there, arguing with Sam about what to watch. You also liked watching him through the security cameras in the tower. It wasn’t as good as the real thing, but you could see the true, genuine Bucky. Not the Bucky he pretends to be around everyone else. This was the Bucky who likes romcoms, listens to music, does his best to cook, walks around in just sweatpants, not worrying about having to hide the gruesome scarring on his shoulder at the base of his metal arm— or any other scars for that matter. He has a lot of them and you ached to kiss every single one and tell him that you still think he’s incredibly handsome and pretty.
Part 2 with their reactions when they find out lol?
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six-demon-bag · 1 year
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Chapters: 2/3 Fandom: The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV), Marvel Cinematic Universe, Captain America (Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Helmut Zemo Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Helmut Zemo, Oeznik (Marvel), Selby (The Falcon and the Winter Soldier), Wilfred Nagel Additional Tags: Stalking, Obsession, unwanted devotion, Creepy Bucky Barnes, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canon-Typical Violence, Discord: WinterBaron, Unreliable Narrator, Bucky's got more than a few crossed wires, our boy is in love and Zemo is not prepared Summary:
As a control mechanism, using the trigger words on the Winter Soldier also triggers a bone deep devotion to his handler. When Zemo activated the soldier in Berlin, he was unaware of the consequences.
💌 chapter 2 of stalker!bucky!! 💌
Selby’s aura of fear is pleasing to Bucky - everyone should be scared of him and careful around Zemo if they don’t want to find out what Bucky will do to them if they aren’t.
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buckyscombatboots · 2 years
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Unfinished Dark!Bucky x Reader Drabble
Warning: smut, asphyxiation/choking, marking, manipulation, dark!stalker! Bucky, dark!soft dom!Bucky, Stockholm syndrome, breeding (maybe soon if I finish it)
Nicknames: Doll
I have no idea if I’m going to finish this, you’re meant to be locked in Bucky’s basement and you’ve kind of developed Stockholm syndrome and developed a dependency on him—you want him to mark you, you want him to breed you—but that because you’ve been manipulated. This is just a fragment, so the story line isn’t that obvious enjoy.
Update: This story will be continued soon in a series called ‘Now and Forever’ coming soon
His thick arm pressed to your throat holding you in place preventing your head from swivelling away from the sight on top of you. His hair moist with sweat, darkened and glued to his forehead, his steely blue eyes stare intensely down at you with uncharted amounts of passion and love-fuelled aggression as he pounds you into the mattress. The sound of skin meeting skin bounces off the walls, the force of his thrust ensuring you’ll wake up with red marks, possibly even bruises, from the impact of his hips, and you wouldn’t have it any other way; you want his mark to remain permanently on you even if only you can see it, it’s a bittersweet reminder of the steamy nights we’ve shared. The lustful scent of sex fills the room as the humidity rises high enough for the rain covered windows to steam, enabling you to dive deeper into your fantasy of the world only containing you, him and this room.
You are snapped out of your trance by Bucky lowering his head to your earlobe, his prickly stubble itching your jaw and cheek, he encompasses the shell of your ear in his mouth and nibbles down on the thin skin prompting a yelp from your lips “Come back to me doll, keep your beautiful eyes on me.” His voice deep and thick with lust goes straight to your loins causing your walls to flutter around his throbbing cock.
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gaysindistress · 6 months
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The many faces of Bucky Barnes - You belong to me
Stalker!Mafia!Bucky x reader
This is the first of five mood board I created based on Ari Abdul’s new EP, CCTV.
Should I be writing the next part of Van Helsing Retold? Yes but the ADHD said “fuck that, we’re doing this”
disclaimer: credits to original creator/poster of image/gif. found on Google/Pinterest.
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