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highonmarvel · 9 months

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Ribs

Bucky Barnes: Mob!Bucky finds you. 18+ only.

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CONTENT WARNING, PLEASE READ: This piece includes graphic depictions of domestic violence. Seriously, this is really dark; do not proceed if you are uncomfortable with explicit descriptions of physical and verbal abuse and rape. This is your warning. This is fucking dark. I can not stress this enough. I am fucked up.

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What’s scarier than dating Bucky? Leaving him.

You thought with dating the most notorious mob boss in New York, the biggest danger would be his enemies, no: the biggest threat to your safety was him. When you had first met him, you hadn’t known who he was, having only moved to New York a few months prior. He was charming, and he had an air of danger about him you couldn’t help but be attracted to; you thought it would be fun, a New York bad boy, he was all mysterious. You didn’t have any friends at the time, so no one could have warned you about who he really was, and by the time you found out, you were in too deep.

Maybe him being suspiciously rich should have raised a red flag, because even the most pretentious of the wealthy don’t take a limo to a bar, but he had, that first night you met him. The loud chatter had ever so slightly dimmed when he entered the bar, but you only thought it was because he was wearing an expensive suit, and though you rolled your eyes at the flashy display, you couldn’t help but stare at him as he made his way through the room—crowds parted, everyone tried to appear that they hadn’t noticed him, but it was crystal they had. You can’t not notice a man like that.

He disappeared into a back room with two men trailing behind him, and after a few minutes emerged looking slightly disheveled, but satisfied. You tried your hardest to focus on… something else when he sat down beside you and ordered a whiskey, but that was practically impossible when everything about him was magnetic. You chanced a look at him only to find him already staring at you, blue eyes twinkling with a mischievousness you couldn’t quite place and a small smirk. He had taken you home that night.

You hadn’t fled because of his business, selfishly, you could live with the fact he hurt other people—for a while, you could live with the fact he hurt you too, because he just had you captivated. He was harsh, brutal, but could also be loving, he bent over backwards to your every desire—say the word and he’d do it.

Except when you asked him to stop.

You had to leave New York altogether, you knew; he ran the whole fucking city, there was no way you could hide from him in the kingdom he ruled. You had struggled to pick where to go next, if you had had the money, you honestly would have left the fucking continent, started a new life in Namibia or Australia or Japan or however far away from him as you could get, but for now you were restricted to the States. Was Los Angeles too big a city for him to find you, or was it too obvious? Maybe he had people there, you had no idea. Would a small town be too quiet to scream for help, or so obscure he wouldn’t even think to look there?

You settled on a random town in Colorado.

You had ditched your phone the second you could—you had had to hold onto it a bit longer in order to get around, and received many calls and angry texts, but you had tossed it into a street somewhere in Oklahoma and picked up a random brick phone just to have. You thought you were being dramatic at first, taking all these measures, but no, James Barnes is the most powerful man in New York state, more powerful than you could have imagined when you first discovered who he was. He runs everything. He always gets what he wants, and he wants you.

I’ll find you you fucking cunt.

His last text message to you before you had destroyed your phone. You didn’t doubt he could.

You cut your hair, dyed it a shade darker, and spent the first month looking over your shoulder, jumping at shadows, barely speaking to anyone, unsure of who you could trust and who you couldn’t, even from so far away you remained cautious. Picking a job was difficult; if you got an office job, could he find out through fucking white collar records or something? If you got a job in retail, would someone recognise you and alert him?

You got a job at a bookstore—fairly quiet, and the rows of shelves seemed like good enough hiding places were he to hunt you down. Hunt.

In front of the mirror, you pull up your t-shirt to examine your ribs: the bruises are starting to fade, and there’s only a dull pain when you run cold fingers over the light blue. The final reminders of the night you had feared for your life, the night you had decided you had to leave, were starting to fade.

Bucky had gotten violent many times before, but never had you feared for your life; you genuinely thought he was going to kill you.

He had come home fucking livid like you’d never seen before, and three months later you still have no clue as to why. At least when he had been drinking his blows were slightly less hard and you were sometimes (very rarely) able to outrun him and lock yourself in a bathroom for the night, but that night he was drunk purely on anger.

You were genuinely surprised he hadn’t broken your ribs; just hit after hit until you could barely breathe—you thought you’d suffocate. Turns out he had fractured your right foot, but even still you left New York limping badly, knowing if you stopped even to just get it checked out, you’d never make it out the city.

Here, in your new town, you got your foot checked out and fixed up by a friendly doctor, Dean, who you’d taken a liking to. Though it was a bit worse for wear considering you’d left it unchecked for a week, and even now you still couldn’t walk quite right, he assured you you’d make a full recovery.

Dean and you had been growing closer, and you thought he would eventually ask you out, until one day he stopped visiting you at work—usually he’d come in every Wednesday afternoon, but he hadn’t, and you couldn’t reach him online. You even went into his practice, but his assistant had said he’d just taken a camping trip. Your stomach twisted, but you left it, and took he had just gone away for a while.

Deep down, you knew.

The third Wednesday afternoon Dean hasn’t dropped it. You walk back to your place a little down; despite not knowing him well, you were really growing to like him.

You sigh, kicking off your shoes as you enter your apartment and into the pile by the door. You turn on the lights as you make your way through the small place, still limping slightly: corridor, light on; kitchen, light on; living room, light on.

You can’t even say your blood runs ice cold, more like it freezes in your veins.

Bucky is seated comfortably in your armchair, of course nursing a drink, face entirely stoic, and eyes fixated on yours, as if he had been staring at that exact spot for hours, knowing you would fall into his line of vision.

But the door was locked, you want to cry, How did he get in? No windows are broken, nothing.

“Sweetheart,” he coos as he sets his drink on the side table, “I’ve missed you.”

“Why?” is all you can muster, barely a whisper, more like a nearly silent whistle in wind, one you can only hear if you were to really strain for it, and if you knew what to listen for. Why is he here? After three fucking months, you thought (hoped) he’d just lost interest—this can’t be the first time he’s had a girl run away from him considering how he treated you. Why is he so set on this? You can only imagine it’s stubbornness and pride, not wanting to lose a prize, no matter how ill he treated it. And why you?

Of course, though, you can’t articulate any of these thoughts, you can barely even think them, can’t process them, all turning to a light buzz in your in your mind, one that could be mistaken for pure static—just absence of thought. No thoughts, all thoughts, you can’t even care about.

“Of course I missed my favourite girl,” he offers, a lopsided smirk forming on his handsome features, “Sit,” he instructs, so gently you wonder if you’ve imagined it—a very direct order (and you know he doesn’t like to be disobeyed), yet delivered in the softest manner.

The bruises on the right of your ribcage sting as you stare back at him, unmoving. Bucky never repeats himself, and he doesn’t now, seeming to overlook your defiance (though really it’s shock) as he leans forward slightly and begins speaking to you.

“You’re a smart girl, I can tell from how you really tried to cover your traces when you left, huh? You’re a smart girl, so why would you do something so stupid?”

He stands, and you stumble back with a whimper at a harsh misstep on your injured foot.

“And now you’re out here all alone… you need someone to take care of you; look at you, honey,” he gestures to your foot, and if you could get your vocal chords to work, you would scream at him that he did this.

He stalks towards you, and where the sudden adrenaline comes from, you have no idea, but you dart for the front door. He’s on you in a second, slamming your head against the door and watching you slide down. He stands over you a foot on either side of your body and looks down on you, slightly amused.

He’s pure evil.

It occurs to you the front door is locked anyway, you’re caged under him in the narrow corridor, and so you try to crawl through his legs, but he turns and grabs you by your injured foot.

You shriek in pain and desperately try to claw forward, but he tugs you back and twists harshly so you have no choice but to turn over or risk him twisting your fucking foot off.

With more strength than you’ve ever mustered, you swing your left foot up and kick him hard in the crotch. He howls in pain as he drops your foot.

“You fucking bitch!”

You scramble to stand and dart for your bedroom, hoping to climb out the window. He limps after you, and you cry out as he grabs a fistful of hair and tugs you back. You manage to stumble into the bedroom. He grips the doorway and you slam the door after him, hearing a deafening crunch and a yell behind you. You push your back against the door, planting your feet firmly in the ground and trying with all your bodyweight to keep him out, but he easily blows it in, and you fall forward.

You start screaming at him and kicking, but he catches your legs, leaving you to only pathetically wiggle underneath him. He leans down and shouts, “Shut the fuck up!” bringing down a hand you feebly attempt to grasp to stop him, but he slaps you, “You’re a fucking cunt!”

You assume you’re crying, but you can’t feel anything on your cheeks but the sting of his hand.

He drops down to his knees and straddles you easily, despite your struggling against him. He punches you in the face, his rings leaving deep cuts against your cheek. Again, and again, and again, until his knuckles are bloody from the cuts he’s left. You attempt to cough but he brings a fist down and punches your throat. You can barely gasp before he grabs your neck and pulls you up close to his face.

His voice is dangerously low as he drawls, “You’re lucky I have the decency to fuck you on the bed.” He spits in your face and slams your head back down into the floor. He gets off you and, before you can even move, kicks you in the ribs; you can feel the bruises—the healing bruises, they were healing—bloom once again against your skin, against your bones. You roll over before he grabs your left arm, twisting harshly and pulling you across the small room.

You feel your shoulder pop out of place and scream louder than you ever have in your life, an intense white hot pain shooting across your shoulder as it’s dislocated. You can’t even beg him to stop through your sobs and unbearable pain, you can’t breathe, you want to throw up.

This time, you almost wish he does kill you. You wish for him to kill you.

He pulls you up onto the bed, your shoulder blade sliding further across your nerves and sparking pain as intense as the first few seconds all over again. He tosses his suit jacket to the side as you try to sit up. He presses down hard against your injured shoulder, and you choke on your own cry, suffocating more than screaming, at this point.

He punches up from your chin and your head lolls back, your teeth hitting each other harshly, before he uses the opportunity to grasp your throat with one hand, tearing your skirt off with the other.

It’s too painful to struggle other than weakly kicking your legs, which he effortlessly ignores, maybe he doesn’t even feel it.

Mind over matter, Mind over matter, Mind over matter—

You repeat to yourself when you hear him spit in his hand and softly groan as he runs his hand up and down his cock. You don’t even know when he unbuckled his belt.

You close your eyes and try to focus on your breathing; Mind over matter, mind over matter, mind over matt—

He head-buts your forehead, effectively pulling you out of your attempted mental respite. Bucky is scary; he looks down at you with wild eyes, and you hadn’t noticed blood dripping from his temple. You briefly wonder how much blood you’re covered in when he interrupts your thoughts; “Stay with me, bitch.”

“Please stop,” you finally find words rather than shrieks, your voice hoarse and words slurred, like you’ve never spoken before.

He just smiles—smiles—and then thrusts into you, stretching you open, not giving you any time to adjust to his massive length before pounding into you, beyond rough, beyond violent, he’s a fucking mad man, he’s feral. You attempt to grab onto his shoulders and pry him off but your own shoulder hinders you. You weakly punch at him with your right hand, but he doesn’t feel it, and at this point, you’re just exhausted. Throat hoarse, head aching, shoulder burning, foot in pain, and your ribs on fire.

He lets go of your throat and feels around on the bed for his jacket, pulling something out of the inner pockets.

Before you can even process it, he places his other hand over your mouth and presses something cold and metal to your knee. He fires the gun, the bullet flying from the front of your kneecap, shattering the cartilage, and resting in your flesh. He presses down harder on your mouth so your scream is completely guttural.

“Try leave me now,” he pants as she shoots out your other kneecap.

He presses the gun to the right side of your rib cage, digging into the bruises, “Next time you leave me will be in a fucking body bag.”

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buckyscombatboots · 1 year

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Monstertober Day 8

Careful what you wish for 🕯

Pairing: Incubus!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Initial Somnophilia, dub con, kind of rape, insults/degrading language, biting, scratching, marking, mentions of blood, womb tattoo/sigil, dumbification, aphrodisiac, vibrator, p in v, overstimulation, cunnilingus, demon summoning, beefy!bucky, condescending!Bucky, dark!bucky, praise, fluff

Nicknames: Angel, Doll, sweetness

Word count: 2.5k

A/N: I’m so sorry this is late, I was extremely busy on Halloween with teacher training and university work. But this concludes Monstertober, I have some exciting things planned for November.

༻𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫༺

Candles…You look around your floor surrounded by heaps of softly glowing candles, their flames waning and brightening again and again as the flame danced in the draft of your room. “Check.” you murmured, casting your eyes back to the grimoire’s aged pages; squinting in the darkness of your room trying to see the faded ink more clearly “stupidly complicated pentagram that took me multiple attempts and almost two hours to draw. Check.” You huffed glaring down at the pentagram drawn in white chalk on your floor, the edges smudged ever so slightly from where you’d repeatedly rubbed it away, only to redraw it wrong again. “An offering.” The book had not specified the offering that you had to provide for the demon, it simply said offering in intricate calligraphy “,how very helpful.” Grumbling you crouched to your knees, placing the grimoire down and scooping up your pile of “offerings” depositing them at random in a small circle inside your pentagram. Your offerings, if you could even call them that, consisted of a some loose change you’d found under and behind furniture, some candies you had lying around from halloween that the children hadn’t taken, a lock of your hair and a deeply personal item—which was the only clear instruction in the list, and you had chosen your trusty pink vibrator. Looking at the pink vibe on the floor made you want to crawl out of your skin in embarrassment, but it made the most sense since it was very deeply personal.

You picked the book back up and seated yourself in the centre of the summoning circle, you could feel your heart rate spike as you glanced down at the page for the summoning words. Your hands shook, palms growing cold and sweaty as you began “Heed my call, hear my cry may it lead you to me from your realm far away. I command you to my side so that we may make a contract.” You bite down on your finger drawing blood and swipe it across the floor “See me now and let me see you.” You blow out the candles around you and wait. You gulp as you sit cross legged in the dark, waiting. The sound of your breathing and your blood rushing makes the silence unbearable.

Nothing happens.

After sitting there for five minutes, you climb to your feet defeated. Tears on your waterline as you throw the book to the floor and flop into bed. You felt so stupid for even thinking that something like that would work, you feel the full weight of your adrenaline rush crashing to ground as curl under your covers rocking yourself to sleep s you mentally prepare for the rent payment tomorrow.

The blown out candles relight simultaneously as he steps out of the red swirling portal “You called?” He looked down expecting to see the person who summoned him, but he found the chalk pentagram staring back at him. He bends down, picking up the book you’d thrown harshly to the floor with a frown. He dusts off the grimoire, tracing the embossing in the leather cover with his blackened fingers, turning down the heat of his brimstone skin so the book doesn't burn. From the corner of his eye he catches your body shifting under the covers. He sets the grimoire gently on your chest of drawers and pads over to your bed “Wake up my little sleeping Angel.” He whispers in a gravelly tone, forming an ‘o’ with his reddened lips and blowing a stream of cold air against your ear lobe making you stir. He seats himself on the edge of your bed trailing his hand across your sleeping form “You’re wearing too much for my liking. Let me help you with that.” He threw the covers off of you and turned you more on to your back so he could peel your baggy shirt off, moving as quiet as a mouse. You were left only in a pair of panties, your comfortable pair that you wore when you knew no one would be seeing them, Bucky smiled at them thumbing the fabric adoringly. He ran his fingers across the middle of your panties till a soaking crease was visible. “Already so horny for me, naughty little human.” Bucky pulled down your panties, taking them into his hand to see the clear, sticky proof of your arousal. He tossed the panties already able to smell the thick scent of your arousal, he knew he had to taste you. He dipped his head down, running his tongue through your folds, groaning at the taste of you. He decided there and then he was going to claim you as his. He sucked on his fingers, getting them wet, before inserting them inside of you. Your walls drew him in, clamping so tightly around his fingers that he could barely move them. His hardened cock twitched as he imagined sliding into you, pounding you awake watching as your pleasured cries turned into pleas for him to stop. He had to stop a wicked grin from spreading across his lips. “You’ve been neglected for so long, Pet. Bucky’s gonna change that don’t you worry sweetheart. Who would neglect such a pretty pussy, so fucking tight.” His fingers start to glide through your spasming walls as they adjust to the thickness of his fingers. He targets the spongy spot inside you, debaucherous wet sounds filing the sleepy silence of your room. He paused as a soft mewl left your lips, your body shifting and your fisted hands tightening their hold on your pillow. He continued his ministrations even as your eyes fluttered open and you finally came to, your pleasured babbling pausing. You stared, horrified at the man sitting at the edge of your bed. Your eyes travelled up to the black horns on his head that looked like a ram's horns then down his red eyed that even in the darkness stuck out like a sore thumb, they shone like road studs in headlights stealing your attention before he opened his mouth displaying sharp, white teeth “Thanks for summoning me, Angel. I can see why you needed an incubus. You seem to be very pent up, but I can fix that for you.” His deep melodic voice made the initial stress you felt drift far away. You gaze drops downwards following the muscle of his neck down to the imposing bulk of his shoulders and arms, the rise and fall of his burly chest becoming hypnotising as his scent reaches your nostrils a mix of myrrh and musk that has your head swimming making you completely forget what he said. The feel of his rough palm cupping your cheek anchors you “I said, thank you for summoning me, Angel.”

“I didn’t summon an incubus. You- You have the wrong house.”

“No need to be coy. It’s fine to need a bit of help.”

“No, I genuinely didn’t summon an incubus. I wanted to Summon a demon that could help me. I'm working two jobs, I’m exhausted, the cost of everything is rising and I just can’t anymore. I'm running myself into the ground. I must have summoned the wrong type of demon.”

“Ah, that's Ari’s department. I’d contact him, but he’s a bit busy with a few cultists. So I guess you’re stuck with me for the time being, but I can help you in a different way, Doll.” His other hand reaches to the side of him and heat floods your cheeks as your eyes lock on the pink vibrator he has between his fingers. He pops it into his mouth like a hard candy and sucks it a little before spitting it back into his palm, pressing the button to turn it on “Nice and ready for you.” He chides, slipping his fingers out of your tight heat replacing the emptiness with the warmed, whirling vibrator. You feel your stomach constrict in pleasure as he guides the pink bullet in further with his fingers, positioning it right against your sweet spot. Shooting you a knowing smile as you sob your walls fluttering around his fingers as you convulse “Such a good girl for me, coming all over my fingers.” Bucky coos taking the vibe out from inside you bringing it to the head of his weeping cock moaning as he rubs it against his precum leaking slit, pumping his length with his other ashen hand “Time for you to take me sweetness.” You try to scramble away from him but he was much quicker than you, sensing your fear before it had even registered inside your brain. His warm rough palm seized your thigh pulling you back in position.

“It won’t fit! You’re going to tear me in two. Please can you just forget I summoned you.”

“Oh, Doll, that’s not how this works. You summoned me, I have duties to fulfill and in exchange for said duties I get your soul. I’m not leaving, this will not be forgotten. Regardless, you need to breathe; I’m not going to ‘tear you in two’ that sigil on your womb will make sure of it and make it pleasurable whilst I do. So calm down for me, I don’t like it when humans make my job more difficult than it has to be so behave and you’ll be rewarded.” His threats wrapped up in a sweet tone making it seem as if he wasn’t patronising you. Despite this you began to calm down, wrapping your legs around his hips and controlling your breathing. Your eyes drifted down his muscular torso, focusing on the intricate tattoo like patterns on his skin to relax your mind. The tattoos brought you down to the deep ‘v’ line of his pelvis and back to his veiny member which he was prodding to your entrance. You were pulled out of the trace-like state that his prominent veins had put you in, as he bottomed out in you until your walls were stretched taut around his meaty shaft. He stays still until the burn subsides, watching as your eyes gain a hazy, spaced out glaze and your mouth drops open in an inaudible moan. He pulls out and thrusts so hard into you that your bed scoots under the force, the sound of skin slapping skin echos through your small room as Bucky snaps his hips into you pushing himself deeper and deeper each time, his movements are slow yet rough making you feel every inch of him as he fucks into your tight heat. A surge of heat spread all the way from your hips to the sole of your feet and the tips of your fingers, you felt almost drunk on pleasure, every single thrust of his hips renewing the heat. Your whole body tingles as he presses the vibrator to your clit “God!” You scream as your legs wrapped around his waist begin to shake.

“Oh no sweet little Angel, God isn’t here. In this room, right now, I am your God. You worship me. I give you pleasure.” He purrs, swirling the vibe on your pulsing pearl as he angles the tip of his cock to hit your sweet spot over an over, drawing the orgasm building inside of you to the surface making you cum with a whimpering cry.

The sound of your blood rushing in your ears filled your senses as you came down from your high, even as you came back to your senses you felt much more distanced from reality; your body felt as if it was submerged in a warm bath, and slowly but surely you were sinking below the water. Your break was cut short by Bucky continuing his thrusts, his hand pressing the vibrator to your now throbbing clit didn’t budge—he instead pushed down more harshly on your clit making your legs quake uncontrollably “Hnng! Please!” Was all you could force out before your tongue became useless, lolling out of your mouth. You came again with a shout, clawing Bucky’s back with your nails as you threw your head back into the pillow, your back arching even further into the air. You came so hard you forgot how to breathe, a heavy weight crushing your chest, as you slumped back into the mattress trying your hardest to breathe Bucky finally removed the vibe from your raw little nub. His palm flattened against your stomach where the sigil was placed rubbing a slow circle that set your nerves on fire, before he brought his hand up to the bulge in your stomach and pressed harshly with his thumb tearing a whimper from your throat.

“Fuck you can see me inside of you, Angel. I’m all up in your guts rearranging them. Turning you into the perfect little cock sleeve, gonna make sure I ruin you for any other man. Oh wait, you won't be taking any other man after me. Because; You. Belong. To. Me.” Her punctuated every word with a rough thrust, bashing your cervix which would usually hurt but whatever he did gave you a supreme, otherworldly amount of pleasure “the sigil is almost full, one more orgasm and my seed should be enough to fill it. Do you think you can take it?” He questions a small smile gracing his lips as he awaits your answer, but all you can do is mumble “So fucked out that you can’t even form a sentence, your heads probably so empty right now, my little fuck doll. It’s okay, you don’t need to think, Angel, let me do that for you; can’t expect a dumb little human like you who can’t even read the pages of a very clear, simple book correctly.” His hand slithers up your body towards your neck, wrapping around your throat before he starts to apply pressure—observing as your body begins to melt into the mattress. His thrusts continued and paired with the lack of oxygen bright flashes of white flicker across your vision. All your nerves began to thrum as you felt another orgasm coming, your wall clamped around him as you got closer to the edge. You could feel his cock twitching inside you, he released your neck allowing air to flow back into your lungs as he dipped his head down to your shoulder inking his teeth into your skin. The overwhelming sensations of lightheadedness, pleasure and pain threw your senses into orbit as you came your pussy squeezing his cock as you raked your nails across his back hard enough to draw blood. Bucky gave a few more weak, uncoordinated thrusts before he painted your insides with a wanton moan gripping the pillow hard enough for it to tear. You could barely comprehend your surroundings, you felt as if you were made of air and if Bucky let go of you you’d dissipate. Your heart hammered against your rib cage, as you stared up at Bucky’s handsome face; his sweat darkened hair glued to his forehead. He let out a chuckle, his hand caressing the sigil at your womb “Happy Halloween, Angel. This is the last one you’ll ever have to spend alone. The contract has been made and now, you belong to me. Forever.”

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buckgasms · 2 years

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"Bunny and Clyde"

I have no excuse for this.

How do we feel about dark!mob!Bucky and dark!crazy!slut!bunny!reader???? Well we're about to find out. I'm really outing myself as a slut here but you already all know this so 🙊

But still.... Damn...

Warnings: mob boss Bucky, mob violence, rough sex, blackmail, pet name (bunny), choking, come play?

It was without a doubt that you were Bucky's favourite girl. You might not currently be his girl, but for sure he favoured you over anyone else at your job.

You were a dancer at Bucky's nightclub, a popular hangout for the rich and infamous in the city. Bucky was certainly one of those, the biggest and baddest in fact. He stopped by the club frequently, and when he did, he always made sure you danced for the biggest tippers and would reserve a seat on his lap for you when he wanted to entertain guests. He would press kisses to your shoulders and pinch and squeeze your soft skin when he talked to you.

That was the extent of it, but you wanted more. Much more. He was gorgeous, strong, powerful and he clearly adored you. So there was no way you were going to let him slip out of your hands for some other girl to sink her claws into. You didn't know how you were going to do it, but that man was going to be yours, whatever it took.

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One evening you found yourself in Bucky's office. He was chatting to some mob type about a deal that had appeared to have gone wrong. Bucky was furious, evident by his leg tapping, bouncing you up and down in his lap and in the way he squeezed at your thighs. The action which had your pussy fluttering as the build of his anger and frustration made you desperate to help him.

Abruptly he motioned you to stand and he pressed a little kiss to your cheek. "Will you stay here and wait for me Bunny? I got some business to deal with..." You nodded and sat down in his comfy leather seat as the two men left the room. You were immediately bored and started spinning the chair and rifling through his desk drawers.

You found a couple of guns which didn't really surprise you, lots of cash and some papers. You also found a little usb stick and you picked it up, fiddling with it until you decided to stick it into the laptop that sat on Bucky's desk. Your heart pounded as you clicked through the files.

Endless evidence of Bucky's misdeeds flashed before your eyes. Nothing that really shocked you, but the fact he had pictures and documents just seemed mad to you. If anyone had this, they'd own Bucky forever.... That had your mind spinning.....

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You decided not to wait in Bucky's office as he had asked and you moved through the club, round the back corridors until you found what you were looking for. The door to the 'Red Room'. No one was allowed in there without Bucky's strict permission, and you certainly didn't have that.

You inched closer to the door and heard the sound of fighting or more like a beating. There were sounds of talking and occasional grunts and you almost turned heel and ran, but you had a mission to finish and that kept you rooted to the spot. You shivered a little in the cold hallway, your skimpy dancers outfit not doing much to keep you warm. Suddenly the door you were creeping behind burst open. The burly guy from Bucky's office was glaring at you and behind him you saw some poor soul bruised and bloodied in a chair in the room.

"What the fuck?" You heard Bucky call out and the man grabbed your arm and dragged you into the room. Bucky's anger was evident and he ran a hand over his face. "Get him outta here" he said quietly and the burly man dragged the man out of the room and left you both standing there alone. You gave him a look over, you couldn't help but feel a rush of lust as you noticed the blood on his knuckles, the rolled up shirt sleeves, the sweat on his brow and the anger in his eyes.

"I didn't mean to interrupt" you offered with a faux innocence that did nothing to calm Bucky's temper. "What the fuck you playing at Bunny?" He spat and you walked towards him. "I could fucking kill you y'know" he raged, grabbing your throat and pressing you up against the wall but you just giggled. "Well that would be a terrible waste wouldn't it?"

Your attitude shocked him into slightly letting loose his grip on your throat but he kept his eyes fixed on you. "Plus, if you did, a copy of your naughty files would end up all over the news... And that would be so sad..." You held up his little usb and waved it in front of him. He narrowed his eyes and let go of you.

"What do you want Bunny?" You rolled your eyes and wrapped your arms around his neck. "Everything. I want you." He pressed you up against the wall again, and glared at you. "You're telling me, you're willing to risk me throwing you in the Hudson, to be my girlfriend?" You laughed again, fingers smoothing over his shoulders, your legs slotting between his. "Not girlfriend, you cheat on all your girlfriends..." You pouted and he smirked as you ground your heat down on his thigh. "I want to be your Bunny. You're only Bunny. Wanna be spoiled and fucked and make you happy all the time." He pressed his thigh harder and you gasped as the pressure sent pleasure shooting through your core. "Besides, everyone knows I'm your favourite girl, why not make it official?"

He moved in close, his lips brushing yours and you whimpered as he squeezed your throat tight. "Reckon you can handle it Bunny? Think you can manage everything I got to give you?" You captured his lips in a kiss and you nodded making him chuckle darkly, "I don't think you can Bun Bun."

You tugged at his shirt and mewled at him, "I can, I can take it, give it to me Bucky please?" With that he lifted you off the floor and carried you over to a little table and pushed your shivering body to lie down. "Such a stupid little Bunny, all this for some cock huh? Always knew I had a little slut sitting on my lap, didn't take much did it? Have you desperate for me to fuck ya? Think you're so fucking smart huh?" You whimpered and whined as he tore your pretty costume apart, exposing your body to him.

He spread your pussy lips apart and spat harshly on your cunt before using his cock to spread the wetness around. Your eyes widened at his size and you were about to protest when he pushed your chest so you were flat on your back again. "Bunny, you said you wanted everything. Don't be fucking ungrateful now you're getting it..." He sank in, stretching you painfully, making you cry out and claw at him. He stilled until you had adjusted, but he spent the time slapping and pinching your breasts, leaning down and biting at you, kissing you roughly and pinning your hands down on the hard surface.

Your whole body was on fire, everything you ever wanted in this moment. You wanted to laugh and cry all at once. Deciding to rile him even more you pulled him into a kiss, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood before rolling your hips. "Are you just gonna lie here panting on top of me, or are you gonna fuck me?" He barked out a laugh before gripping your throat again and starting to pound into your cunt with no mercy. You cried out and filled the dark room with your begs and pleas as he hit every spot in you perfectly.

"Fuck bunny, so fucking tight" he strained and tightened his grip on your throat until your face turned pink. "Taking me so goddam well... Jesus always knew you'd be a good girl for me..." He rubbed your clit with his thumb and you desperately gasped for air as pleasure streaked through your body, down to the tips of your toes. He growled as you squeezed him but he managed to hold himself in check. "Get on your fucking knees Bunny" he ordered and dragged you as you scrambled to kneel at his feet.

You grabbed his cock and helped him jerk it off over your pretty face, sucking at the sensitive head, making him groan as you licked him up and down until he pulled you away. He rubbed the come into your face and pushed some into your greedy mouth and you sucked hard on his fingers, happily swallowing them and letting him choke you a little with them. He looked at you and you grinned up at him, "told ya" you teased as you clung to his thigh and kissed his cock one more time.

"You tryna kill me Bunny?"

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dungeonpuppykai · 11 months

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Description: What happens when a spoiled and disgraced Princess is handed off to an ex-Winter Soldier as a strategy for the royal family to be rid of her and ensure the Soldier's loyalty to them at the same time?

Pairing: Dark Ex-Winter Soldier!Bucky Barnes | Brat Princess!Reader.

Disclaimer: I (unfortunately) do not own Bucky Barnes or the Winter Soldier arc. This story contains dark and mature content so browse at your own discretion, please. Minors do not interact.

Warning(s): Dub-con, Dark!Bucky, arranged marriage, Brat!Reader, Brat Tamer!Bucky, spanking, exhibitionism, degradation, fingering, hair pulling, dumfication, pet names, blow job, gagging, choking, cock warming.

Note: Thank you all so so much for the love on this story! You have no idea how dear I hold it and each and every one of you to my heart! Muah!! <333 The chapter is unedited, I am sorry </3 Also, I did my best to tag everyone and if anyone got left out I am very sorry this story is my first time doing these lists and I am not very good at them 🩷

STORY MASTERLIST

"Did you put on that show at breakfast for the Queen to see, sweets?" James raised an eyebrow at his wife after he joined her at the backseat of the SUV that would drive them to their part of the Kingdom.

She had refused to bid farewell to anyone after behaving quite well at breakfast upon his order, or rather, threat that he had given her when they had had their bath in the morning.

James would not tolerate being husband to an out of control wife. He knew exactly how to put a leash on little deviants such as Her Highness.

Then Y/n had acted like nothing was out of the ordinary, nodding obediently when he informed her that the cars were ready for them and his men before exiting the Palace whilst her family had watched her back expectantly.

"What are you talking about, James?" The bride from last night was barely there anymore as she lied through her teeth. His jaw ticked. "I have no idea whatever you mean."

The man sighed, sitting back as he shook his head and hooked an arm around her back. "Now, what did I tell you about lying to me last night?" She was staring out the window but he could tell she was pouting.

"I am not."

Oh, he was going to have so much fun crushing this pathetic little brat of his.

James clicked his tongue. "So you are lying to your husband after you used him like a disposable pawn in your little game with your mother-"

"Step-mother" the Princess corrected him, turning around to look him in the eyes with her agitated ones.

He raised an eyebrow. "So you are admitting it, then?"

"I didn't do it to disrespect you" her eyes turned soft and eyebrows furrowed worriedly. "I just-"

The Chief clicked his tongue. "Come on up" his vibranium hand patted his lap. "Little girls like you cannot just make and execute their own decisions. You need to learn your place."

Her bottom lip jutted out. "But–"

"Butts get spanked and fucked, come on" his words made a blush and giggle burst out and into her shy hands unexpectedly. For both. He hadn't meant to say it. It was out of his mouth before he could stop himself.

James wasn't a boy that said things like these.

But he still did.

And her response made it worth it.

He could get used to this.

"James!"

Was he trying to compensate for the centuries long generational gap?

For her?

"I haven't even done anything and you're already this worked up" the embarrassment on her shy face worked him up in the best way. Her real self was so different from the facade she put up. So easy. So soft. So fragile to crush and plunder. "Tsk, Mrs. Barnes. What am I going to do with you, hm?" His hand pushed at her ass.

"Not too painful, please?" Y/n batted her lashes at him prettily.

The driver was so uncomfortable James could sense it. But he dared not glance at them through the rearview mirror. He wouldn't. If he cared to keep his eyes and head.

"Stalling will only add to your punishment, sweets." A small whine left her as she pouted and crawled his lap begrudgingly with her head lowered.

"No fair" she whispered so softly under her breath that it made her gasp when he responded.

There would be a lot of getting used to to an enhanced man.

"I'll tell you what isn't fair." Pushing her dress up to her waist, James placed his non-human arm over her back to press her in place. "What isn't fair is lying to me when I have been nothing but a good husband to you" spanking both her clothed cheeks at the same time, he peeled her underwear off. "What isn't fair is you using me as a pawn to deny your step-mother her satisfaction" a loud whine filled the air when he rained down spanks on her already hurt and bruised bottom.

"James, please! Husband, please! It hurts so much!" Y/n's legs kicked in defense, ass trying to dodge his hits.

"It hurts, does it?" He feigned surprise, removing his arm from her back to hold her by the hair at the back of her head, pulling it closer so he could whisper in her ear. "Then why are you so wet, baby?" James' eyes were trained on the rearview mirror, watching the nervous driver carefully to make sure he wouldn't steal a glance.

No one except him could see his wife in this state.

"You've made such a mess on my hand, look" moving her head by her hair to allow her an easier view of his hand that he had been spanking her with, the Chief showed her his wet fingers. "Tsk, what a dirty little girl I have here."

Y/n blushed and bit her lip, embarrassed yet aroused. "Please…"

"Please what, hm?" Letting go of her hair, his hand now reached for her throat for a better grip, still holding her face close to his lips. "Need husband to take care of you?" A smirk made it's way on his face when she whimpered in response to his other hand caressing her sensitive ass.

"... Y- Yes, please…" Biting her lip, the Princess pushed her ass up and into the Chief's fingers when they travelled down the crack of her ass, resting at her wet entrance.

"Here?"

"Yes!" It was pulsating with need. "Yes, please, James! Right there!"

The man's digits circled and rounded her entrance like a beast does its prey, coating themselves in her slick before spreading it over her touch-starved folds. Lewd hums and moans started to flow out of the girl's mouth in response, hips swaying and fingers gripping the man's thigh.

"You love being dominated and put in your place, don't you?" The super soldier snickered, feeling a shiver run down his spine at the erotic gasp that ripped it's way out of his wife when he finally allowed her the aid of a finger inside her wet ring of muscles. "I knew it, it's always naughty little brats like you who rile people up desperately just so someone can come along and beat some manners into their pathetic holes." His dirty talk was making her insides flutter, droplets of cold sweat decorating her temples as one ran down the side of her face.

The girl was too far gone to care or notice whe her husband moved her out of the way, momentarily letting go of her neck which made her collapse against his thighs, fucking herself on his fingers softly as her eyes fluttered shut.

"Come here" grabbing a hold of her head by her hair again, the man guided it to his hard cock. "Look at what you do to me, sweets." Her confused and surprised face was inches from his thick and tall cock as James peered down at her. "Now you must be a good wife and take care of it."

"What-"

"Tsk, aren't you the most precious and dumb little wife?" Y/n was starting to like how he crooned at her. "Needs her husband to teach her everything." Clicking his tongue, he added a second finger to her tight pussy. "Open up, baby. Let me see that pretty sucker" holding her cheeks between his hands hurriedly, the man pushed them open, causing a tiny O to form between her lips through which he pushed the tip of his cock inside but moving his hips.

"Princess…" James called out warningly when she jumped up in response, trying to move away only to freeze at his tone, peeking up at him through her lashes with questioning eyes as he explored her oral cavity bit by bit till he was properly inside. "That's it, baby" the man praised, biting back a moan when she gagged in response to his tip tickling the back of her throat. "Fuck. This is perfect. You're such a fine set of wet little holes."

Speeding up the movements of his fingers inside her pussy, he guided her face up and down his cock by his other hand, hips aiding the process as he tried not to but still made her gag and choke with each thrust.

The car filled with sounds of slapping, choking, squelching, gagging, cursing and moaning as it ran smoothly on the highway roads, the driver using all his willpower to not look back or act bothered, ignoring the headache hurting his eyes.

"Hnnnmmmm~" The Princess moaned against James' cock, hips bucking up as she finally climaxed, her shudders and grunts sending vibrations down the man's cock and adding to the heat that was settling in his own abdomen.

He was close but it wasn't until Y/n unintentionally placed her hand on his ballsack to try and brace herself against the face fucking that had turned quite brutal that her husband collapsed, cursing loudly as he came down her throat, causing her to choke which made her nose ooze out some of his seed.

"You better… fucking… swallow every drop." The man warned, his chest burning at how perfect she looked with mouth full of his cock, mascara smudging her face and nose decorated with his cum. Keeping his fingers buried in her cunt, James put her worked up face down against his lap, a hand gently placed behind her head to keep her in place with her mouth still stuffed full of him.

"Keep it there and don't move" he panted, feeling her widened nostrils exhale out overwhelmed breaths as she had no choice but to cockwarm him with her mouth. "This will teach you your true place." Pressing a kiss to the exhausted girl's head, he whispered in her ear. "Between my legs with your cute sucker full of my cock."

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nickfowlerrr · 2 years

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you can’t.

pairing: soft!dark bucky barnes x virgin!witch reader

warnings: 18+ only. noncon/dubcon, smut, pet names, talks of blood, talks of rituals and sacrifices, loss of virginity, crying, absolutely not canon. if i’ve missed anything please let me know!!

words: 4.9k

notes: canon? we don’t know her. this is my first attempt at a dark fic and it was absolutely inspired by that one episode of supernatural 💀 lol. i think i like this? and i hope you do too 💘 as always - feedback is both welcomed and appreciated!

This is a DARK fic!!! Please proceed with abundant caution.

“Here. You’ll need to take this,” Stark said as he handed you the vial that contained the black liquid. “Otherwise trying to go through with the sacrifice will send your powers into overdrive. They’ll do everything they can to keep you alive, which will inevitably end badly for anyone in close proximity to you.” It made sense. And you didn’t have any reason to think you would need your powers between then and now. You were safe. It was just you and Bucky at the compound tonight. Everyone else was either desperately trying to get a lead on Wanda or leaving to get things prepared for tomorrow night. So you took it and swallowed it down. It felt like blood sliding down your throat and the feeling served as a reminder that your story would end in blood. Just the way it started. Blood magic was powerful enough on its own - but blood magic being used by and running through a natural born witch - it was something else entirely. Your mother wasn’t a natural born- she was trained - forged. And when she had you, she didn’t know that you yourself were different. You had been born with magic being an innate ability, no forging required. But because your mother didn’t know, she had trained you in the most powerful magic she had known. Blood. It was a deeply intense form of magic and the power that it came with was unlike any of the other disciplines. You quickly became enchanted with the magic and it soon merged with your pure and natural abilities to create a form of magic unlike anything that had been seen before. The only force stronger than your own was that of the Scarlet Witch. You had heard stories of her from your mother. Of the myth that she was. And then you joined the Avengers and you met her. You quickly became close. Sharing your knowledge with each other, constantly trying to learn about your abilities. It was inevitable that you two would end up linked. After experimenting with blood magic bonding, you two had decided to try a spell. The bond you two naturally shared was like one of sisters, but the second you two enacted the spell it became more. It was like you could feel each other, and when you needed to find one another, you could. You could also transfer your magic through your blood bond, even call out to each other when you were in trouble. You knew one another like no one else. You were always there for one another. Until you weren’t. When Wanda lost everything, that included you. After the snap brought you back, you didn’t know what to do or where to go. You were weak - something had happened to you when you were snapped away, your mind was clouded and your powers seemingly depleted. Your blood bond with Wanda was apparently gone. It took you months to regain your powers and find your way back to the team. And by then, things had already gotten very much out of hand. Wanda had become, “a problem”, as Strange had put it. You and the team had spent the last four months trying to find her. And you all knew time was running out on Strange’s prophecy.

“You are the only one who would be able to stand a chance against her, Y/N. And only with blood magic. She is the Scarlet Witch. Anyone else going against her, it just wouldn’t be a fair fight. But you- using your magic- it might just even the playing field for us.”

You had thought your story would end in a fight. An all out battle with Wanda. There was no way you were going to win- you knew that. But you losing wasn’t the same as the team losing. If the team lost - the world lost. If you lost - well that distraction might be enough to edge closer to victory. The power you would unleash in death could very well be enough to pull off the impossible.

But with this ritual - you would know exactly where Wanda was. Exactly what she was doing. You would have the upper hand. This could be what you needed to get to Wanda before Strange’s prophecy could pass - before she went too far. If you could find her now - you could stop her without having to kill her. That was all that mattered to you. If you had to die so that the world could live, you were fine with that. And if you had to die so that Wanda could live, you would. She was like your sister. Of course you would. In a heartbeat. And so you were going to.

It called for a virgin sacrifice. Something you had chosen not to inform the team of until tonight - though you had suspected that Strange already knew. You were grateful that he respected you enough to let you disclose that information on your own. When you had finally told the team, they were, as you expected, adamantly against going through with it. After you explained your perspective, how giving yourself for the ritual could potentially save the entire world and Wanda herself - how your blood specifically could amplify the spell. This, your sacrifice, could save hundreds of thousands of lives. And though Steve and Bucky in particular were still against it, you had everyone else on your side. They didn’t all agree with your decision, but they respected it. Well, everyone but Bucky.

“Do you know how stupid this is? None of us know if this will work. We don’t know how far she’s gone. And even if she isn’t completely out of her mind when we find her, what makes any of you think she will listen to us now? Huh? She didn’t before,” Bucky had yelled at all of you.

“We weren’t there for her before.” You said sharply. “None of us. So we have to try. Because she deserves for us to try. Not just to save the world from her destruction - but to save her from herself. Her grief. It’s all she’s ever known and she deserves more than that. I won’t let her become the villain she’s been trying to fight her entire life -“

“And I won’t just let you kill yourself for her!” He shot back. All you could do was stare at him as his gaze bore into yours. Finally you tore your eyes away and looked to the ground.

“If this is what we have to do to get to her, then we’re gonna do it. I’ll do it.” You said, effectively making your point to everyone else in the room.

He still refused to have any part in getting the ritual done. Deciding instead to focus his efforts on trying to change your mind, because there was no way in hell he was going to lose you. And he knew it was selfish, but he couldn’t help but feel hurt that you would so willingly give your life away. As if you had nothing to live for. As if he meant nothing to you. And so his hurt twisted it’s way into rage as he continued to argue with you.

Even as half the team, being led by Steve, urgently went back to trying to discover any other way to find Wanda, any way to not have to go through with this ritual or at the very least to not make it fatal, and the other half led by Stark and Strange got to work getting all the other aspects of the ritual ready for the next night.

And so that’s how you found yourself left alone at the compound with a very upset Bucky. He was outraged, disgusted even, by the way everyone had seemed to let this go so easily. As if this wasn’t your life being given up. As if losing you wouldn’t be as tragic a loss as he knew it would be. And even after everyone had left, he didn’t back down in his argument. You two were going back and forth until you had finally had enough. You couldn’t keep letting him try and change your mind. A small part of you was afraid that maybe he just might. Of course you didn’t want to die. But you were willing to.

But with Bucky pleading with you not to do it, near begging you to not leave the team, to not leave him, you could feel your resolve starting to slip away. You needed to just get away.

“We’ll need you when we find her. And we can find her some other way, there has to be another way. If we get to her without you - it will have all been pointless anyway!” Bucky continued in his rant as you stood there, arms crossed and eyes narrowed. He was making this so much harder than it had to be.

“If this works, you won’t need me.”

“I will always need you, y/n.”

You knew he’d be upset but you really didn’t imagine the fight he would put up for this - for you.

When you had finally found your way back home, back to the team, you and Bucky grew close rather quickly. There was an instant attraction, a pull to one another. Bucky was always there for you. Always made you feel safe. Taken care of, even. But it never developed into anything more, Bucky wouldn’t let it. “He’s scared,” Steve had said to you one night after having a talk with Bucky. “He really likes you, y/n. He’s just scared. He’s lost a lot in his life, ya know?”

“I get it. I just .. I don’t know, it seems like he doesn’t think he deserves to be happy. In any aspect of his life. And I just hope he knows that, whether it includes me or not, he deserves his happy ending, too. I mean, we all do. You included,” you intoned as your elbow nudged his and you nodded your head in the direction of Nat who was in the kitchen making dinner.

“Yeah,” he pondered. “Yeah, we all do, don’t we.” He smiled as he looked to Nat, who had turned just in time to see him staring and gave him her signature smirk.

“What are you two talking about?” Bucky asked as he snuck up on you from behind the couch.

“How are you always so quiet?” You questioned in response as you tilted your head back to look up at him standing behind you.

“I’m gonna go help Nat out in the kitchen,” Steve said as he excused himself.

Bucky walked around and took his seat next to you. “I know you know I heard that little conversation.”

“I know you know I know you heard,” you smiled at him. “And I mean it. You do deserve to be happy.”

“Who says I’m not happy?” He asked with a light smile. You just looked at him and smiled a tight smile, pressing play on the movie you had all agreed on watching that night.

Yeah, you were happy, too. But man, you thought, we could be happier. Together.

But You had resigned to just being his friend, because that was enough if it had to be. If this was as far as Bucky was willing to take your relationship, then it was better than not having him at all, you thought. You didn’t know, truly, how deeply Bucky felt for you. How serious you were to him. You were everything and he just couldn’t risk ruining it and losing you. So he was trying his best to take things slow with you and not come on too strong.

This entire situation changed everything for him, though. He didn’t care about coming on too strong anymore, he just needed to get you to see that you couldn’t just go. He couldn’t let you give your life away. He couldn’t lose you.

“This is our shot, Bucky. And if Strange is right, I’m probably gonna die either way. So if I’m dying a virgin, I mean, at least it’ll be for a reason,” You tried to joke. Though you knew he wouldn’t find it funny. Instead of waiting to hear his response, you turned around, walked out of the kitchen and retreated to your room.

You had one night left to yourself. You decided to change into something comfortable - your favorite pajamas would do- and settle in with your favorite movies while you planned on packing your things up to make it easier on everyone when they would inevitably have to clear your room. Your plans were swiftly interrupted by the sound of your door opening.

Having only just removed your jacket, you turned around in surprise and were startled to see the way Bucky’s face was contorted. He looks… pained? Conflicted. He’s obviously upset by your decision - but this seems something more. His eyes are dark and honestly - you feel a little scared as he lifted his head and his eyes meet yours.

“Bucky…” you nearly whisper.

“I won’t let you go through with this. Everyone else might be okay with this - justifying it because it’s ‘the noble thing’,” he scoffed at the recollection of the nights earlier arguments. “But it’s not. It’s nothing other than murder. You’re going to let them murder you, Y/N.” He was speaking roughly and low as he slowly approached you - all the while you were trying to cautiously back away from him. Trying to keep some space between you two.

It was an odd feeling trying to keep away from him. You loved Bucky. Normally you would do anything if it meant being around him- but right here, right now. All you wanted to do was get away. You need to get away, you realized as your back hit the wall. There wasn’t much you could do right now. Your powers were at the weakest they had ever been thanks to the serum Tony and Bruce gave you. And the look in his eyes sent a shiver down your spine.

You didn’t know what he was going to do and though you were sure he wasn’t going to kill you - you were still afraid. This feeling was foreign. You had always felt safe with Bucky. Like no matter what, he would be there to protect you. He would do anything for you, anything to protect you.

Oh, god. He would do anything to protect you.

Anything.

You didn’t want to even think it. It seemed impossible. Like it was the last thing he could possibly be willing to do.

“Bucky, please. What are you doing?”

“You’re not giving me a choice here, Y/N.” He said, a hint of sadness in his voice as he stood just inches in front of you, brows furrowed.

“There’s always a choice, Bucky.”

“Then my choice is to not let you die.” He grit out as he backed up all the way up to the wall, your body lightly hitting it as he held you there.

He inched closer and you inhaled a sharp breath.

“I can’t lose you.” He spoke quietly, almost to himself, as he leaned his head down - his forehead pressed to yours as he closed his eyes.

You didn’t know what to do. You didn’t know how to feel.

You had imagined plenty of times what it would be like to be with Bucky. It was no secret you had feelings for each other, but Bucky would never let anything happen. Though, you had been teased on multiple occasions by other members of the team about what they liked to call your “boyfriend without benefits” relationship with Bucky. He would certainly act as if you were together, but nothing physical ever happened - obviously.

So right now, with him being so close to you - you just didn’t know what to do.

And when his lips found yours - you swore you could feel every emotion he was going through. You could swear you knew his every thought in that moment.

He was angry. Scared. Frustrated. But mostly, and this is what worried you most, was the feeling of guilt that flooded the kiss. The pain.

And so that kiss confirmed what you had feared. Bucky wasn’t going to let you go through with it. He was determined to stop you. He was willing to do anything to keep you alive - even this.

As he continued his assault on your lips, you found yourself caught up in the feeling of him - something you had longed for for so long - and didn’t even register how compliant you were being. You couldn’t do this - you had to stop him. You began to struggle against him, trying to push him away.

“Bucky, stop. Please,” you got out through deep breaths as his lips left yours and began to trail down your face and neck as his hands grabbed your arms to keep your back against the wall and your chest to his.

“It’s okay,” he muttered against your neck. “You’re gonna be okay. I promise.”

“Bucky you can’t do this. Please. You wouldn’t-“

“I would.” He growled. “To keep you safe- alive. I will.” He reasoned. “I have to.”

“Youre being selfish.” You bit out.

“Selfish?” He scoffed. “Maybe I am. After everything, I think I deserve to be a little selfish. I think I deserve a little happiness. Isn’t that what you’re always telling me? That I deserve my happy ending.” He pulled away to meet your eyes again. “Well that’s you. You’re my happy ending. Don’t you see that, haven’t I shown you that? You’re my everything, y/n. I need you,” he paused.

Looking deep into your watering eyes, he whispered, “I’m sorry,” before he tore your shirt off your body. The speed of his movements shocked you and you yelped at the action. He backed away slightly to start pulling your sweats down and it gave you the perfect opportunity to try and get away. You pushed yourself off the wall and dashed to the side of him, bounding towards the door. He was quick. Always so quick. He caught you in his arms as you struggled against him.

“Let me go!” You shouted as you continued to kick your legs in a desperate attempt to escape him as his arms held you firm to him, your back to his chest.

“I can’t,” he said in your ear.

“Please,” you quietly cried, “please Bucky.”

“I’m sorry. I don’t want to hurt you, Y/N, you know that. You have to know that. I just. need. you. If this is what it takes to keep you, then it’s what I have to do. I know you’re not going to listen to me. This is the only way to stop you.”

“But you’ll be okay,” he promised, “it’ll be okay.” He continued as he brought you to your bed. He got your sweats off and left you stunned in your bra and underwear. You were frozen in place. Your mind was racing, trying to comprehend everything that was happening. Trying to figure out how you felt. You didn’t know. This was wrong, obviously. You had volunteered yourself to be the virgin sacrifice that the ritual needed in order to find Wanda - to save Wanda- and here you were about to have your virginity taken from you. But it was the man you loved. The one who promised to keep you safe. The one who you knew would never hurt you. It was Bucky. But still, you argued with yourself, it’s still wrong.

You could understand what Bucky had been saying, though. You could understand his reasoning. If you were being honest with yourself and it were Bucky trying to sacrifice himself to save someone else, you knew you would do anything and everything you could to stop him, too. You were at war with yourself and the noise in your head had successfully drowned out everything- including what had been happening right in front of you. As Bucky leaned down over you on the bed, you realized that he had removed his clothing and as his lips met your bare chest, you realized that he had removed the rest of what was covering you previously. You let out a small gasp at the feeling of him on you. It felt good. So good. How could this be so wrong when it feels like this? your brain tried to reason.

As his mouth trailed down lower you suddenly jolted and tried to sit up but his hands gripped your hips.

“Don’t make this hard, doll. Please. I know you’re scared but just let me. Let me make you feel good. Don’t think about anything else. Just focus on me. I know how long you’ve wanted this. I’ve wanted it to,”

“Not like this, please,” you whined, “Bucky, please! please, please, please, please,” you continued to cry as he gently kissed his way down your stomach until his mouth met your mound. You couldn’t hold in your moan as he sucked your clit into his mouth. The feeling was like nothing you had felt before. It was so different from the way your own fingers felt when you touched yourself. It was incredible. He began to lick you, his tongue moving from swirling your clit to trailing up and down your slit and making his way inside your tight, undeniably wet, hole. Your hands found their way into his hair and you pulled on him as he gripped your hips and moved you closer to him, his hands coming down and moving along from across the tops of your thighs. Moving his right hand, he inserted his pointer and middle finger into you while his tongue never stopped its motions. His left thumb then found your clit and you felt your walls tighten and squeeze around his fingers as your climax quickly approached.

“Bucky - uh- please,” you moaned as tears welled again in your eyes. You weren’t sure what you were pleading for. Still couldn’t decide if you wanted him. Of course you want him, your mind shot at you. It’s all you ever wanted. He’s all you ever wanted.

You couldn’t take it anymore. The conflict raging inside you became all too much. You couldn’t do it. You couldn’t stop him- even if you wanted to. So why were you still fighting this. Your mind decided to finally quiet. You couldn’t think of anything as your orgasm overtook you. Your legs shook and tried to close on Buckys head but he didn’t let that phase him as he worked you through your high. Your fingers were still in his hair and you started mindlessly stroking his hair and massaging his scalp as you caught your breath.

You can’t fight him, you thought to yourself. He’s right. I just need to not think about anything else. There’s no point. This is gonna happen. It’s okay to give in. It’ll be okay. It’s Bucky, your mind tried to convince you, you’ll be okay.

Bucky’s groan pulled you out of your head and you looked down just in time to see him finally pull away from you.

“You’re okay,” he reassured you - and himself - as he stared at you with such longing and something akin to sorrow in his eyes. “Everything’s gonna be okay, doll. I promise,” he spoke as his hands softly massaged your thighs. He made his way back up your body until he was hovering over you. Your breaths were coming in quick and shallow as you tried to calm your racing heart. This was it. Bucky was about to take your virginity. There was no going back after this. Not just in terms of the ritual - but in your relationship. Things were never going to be the same after this. You weren’t going to be the same after this.

Bucky leaned down on top of you and met your lips in a tender kiss. It felt like an apology. Like he was trying to get across how he had wanted this to go. Soft and sweet. Gentle and caring. How it should have been. How he had imagined it. He felt terrible. He knew he had scared you, forced you. But he couldn’t bring himself to stop. He couldn’t fathom the idea of losing you. Especially for something that wasn’t a guarantee. He wouldn’t do it.

He lowered himself down closer to your body, and your tears began to fall anew as you felt him hard against you. This wasn’t right and you were scared. What would the consequences of this be? You couldn’t even begin to imagine. And that wasn’t the only thing that scared you. Would it hurt? As you took a chance and glanced down to where you felt Bucky against you, you whimpered and decided that, yeah, it probably would.

Bucky shushed you as you whimpered and cried. Trying his best to soothe you as he held himself up on his right arm next to your head, his left hand caressed up and down your sides. He dropped his head to the crook of your neck and left light kisses as he whispered sweet nothings trying to distract you.

“Ah-uh-“ you whined through your grit teeth as you felt the tip of him slowly push into you, your hands finding and gripping his biceps.

“Shhh. I know it hurts, sweetheart, I know. I’m sorry. Just breathe. I got you, baby. I got you. It’ll feel good soon, I promise. Just trust me,” he spoke, voice tight, as he continued to push his cock into you. He kissed away your tears that were falling down your face. Once he was fully inside you, he gave you time to adjust to his intrusion, all the while letting out soft moans and groans at the feeling of your tight walls wrapped around him. He felt you squeeze him and as your hips bucked up without much thought from you, he slowly started to move in and out of you, finding the perfect rhythm as your mouth fell open and you gasped and moaned lowly. He knew it was wrong, but the second he entered you - he felt relief like he never knew. No matter what happened after that, he knew you wouldn’t be able to give yourself for the ritual. You wouldn’t be able to sacrifice yourself. You wouldn’t be able to leave him. And though the anxiety he had been drowning in had left - he was now left with feelings of shame and guilt. He had wanted you for so long - had imagined exactly how it would be. This wasn’t it. He didn’t want to take from you. He had wanted you to give yourself to him freely. If the circumstances had been different , if you hadn’t had been talking about killing yourself for some insane ritual- he would have waited. It would have been perfect. But the circumstances weren’t different and here you found yourselves. It might not have been how he imagined, but it was still you. He still had you. That’s all that really mattered. That’s all he could focus on for now. You and those soft broken noises that left you with his every thrust. The way your hands grabbed at his body, desperately trying to bring him closer to you as you continued to cry.

“I love you, y/n. I need you to know. I’m sorry. I love you,” he panted out as his eyes bore into yours. He quickened his pace, feeling himself inch closer to his climax as you began to tighten around him once again.

“Please,” you begged as you stared back at him, desperate. You were so close, and you knew he must be too.

Your arms wrapped themselves around his neck and you pulled him into an intense and passionate kiss. “I know,” you whispered to him as you pulled away. “I love you,” you said through more tears, holding onto him for dear life. Nuzzling your face into his neck as his fingers found your clit and began to rub you in small, tight circles. Bucky groaned in your ear and you felt him come inside you. Every nerve ending in your body suddenly lit up as you came with him. It wasn’t just your orgasm, though. You also felt a huge surge of power that you had never experienced before. The breath seemed to be sucked out of you as your eyes light up red. In your mind's eye, you saw her. She was in a cabin - it looked like one of the old safe houses you guys had used a while back - before everything went down. She was sitting on the couch - staring at a book closed on the table in front of her. She was crying. You could see it all. You could feel it all. And just as quickly as it came - the vision had gone. Your eyes returned to their normal color and you sucked in a greedy breath as you found yourself staring into Bucky’s terrified eyes as he grabbed you in his arms. You looked to your hands and successfully attempted to ignite your magic. The black glow emitted from your hands easily and the power you had felt when you orgasmed seemed to have stayed with you. You’d never felt so good. So potent. It was incredible.

“Y/n?” he asked, shaking you gently.

“I know where she is,” you breathed. “We need to go. Now.”

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tinabelcherseroticfriendfiction · 2 years

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What Day Is It?

Title: What Day Is It? Fandom: MCU Pairing: Mob!Bucky X Reader Rating: NC-17 (MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!) Warnings: Mob!Bucky (yes, he’s a warning in and of himself), explicit sexual content, BDSM, spanking, riding crops, Dark content, impact play, orgasm denial, i think that's it? Words: 2,400 Summary: Bucky appears to have forgotten your birthday. So you go to confront him, but he misunderstands your anger.

🍦 Waffle Cone: Bucky Barnes 🔪 Chocolate: Mafia 🍓 Forgotten birthday 🍫 Fighting to fucking 🍮 “If you’ve got something to tell me, now’s the time to do it.” 🍪 “Fight me, you big bitch!” 🌰 “Be a good girl and bend over the desk.”

All mistakes are mine, but shout out to my beautiful BETA reader @welcome-to-the-sin-zone

Happy Birthday, Birdie!!! @buckysbirdie, as promised, I got this up today! So this story came out MUCH DIFFERENT than what I had intended it to be! I was writing along and suddenly it took a sharp left turn and here's where it landed LMAO So I hope you like it!!! <3 <3 <3 <3

Materlist | Bucky Barnes Masterlist

You were pissed.

Absolutely, inexplicably, unconditionally, pissed. And the bastard responsible? James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes, AKA The Winter Soldier, Mob Boss of Brooklyn.

It was one thing to forget small things, like a last minute dinner plan. But your birthday!?

Bucky had been in meetings all month, which was nothing new. There were times when he would be gone from New York for weeks at a time doing deals and keeping tabs on his empire, but in the 5 years you had known him, he had never let work get between him and your birthday month, much less your birthday. But now…

You stormed into his office, ignoring Sam and Steve who were trying to grab you and pull you out, telling you to leave Bucky alone, he would make it up to you. You weren’t listening. You were furious and you didn’t care how dangerous James Barnes was, you were going to give him a piece of your mind.

Bucky, for his part, was sitting behind his large oak desk, his tie undone, his hair mused, and his cell phone up to his ear, looking downright ragged. You didn’t care.

“Barnes!” You hollered, storming up to his desk and slamming your hands down like you could intimidate a man like Bucky. “Get off the phone!”

Bucky eyed you up and down, his eye twitched. “Doll.” He drawled, sitting up in his chair a little straighter. “I suggest you go back to your room. I will be there shortly.”

“No.”

He raised an eyebrow and advised the person he was speaking to that he would be right back, placing his phone on mute. “No?” He asked as Sam and Steve both reached for your arms to pull you away, but you jerked out of their hold.

“You have five minutes. If you’ve got something to tell me, now’s the time to do it, Princess.”

Bucky didn’t usually use your nickname when he was angry. But then again, when he did, you knew he was angry. Except, he didn’t get to be angry right then. It was your turn to be pissed.

“That’s it? That’s all you have to say!?” You cried, throwing your hands up. “What day is it, James?”

The use of his first name caught his attention and he narrowed his eyes. “Wednesday. And like every Wednesday, I have meetings. Meetings, by the way, that help protect you. So if you have anything else -”

“Fuck your meetings!”

“Are you looking for a fight?” Bucky stood up, his blue eyes never leaving you, threatening your very existence. “I don’t appreciate being -”

“Yeah! I fucking am! Fight me, you big bitch!” You cried, as you reached over and grabbed his phone, throwing it at him. “Come on, fight me!” Sam and Steve exchanged looks, worried for your safety, but afraid to intervene at this point and risk retribution from Bucky. “Y/N…” Steve said slowly, quietly. “Come on, let’s go back -”

“You stay the fuck out of this, Rogers!” You turn to Steve, shoving him hard. “And you, too, Wilson! I’ll get to you when I’m done with this bastard!”

“That’s enough!” Bucky hollered, stepping around his desk and grabbing you by the arm. “Rogers, Wilson. Out!”

The two scurried from the room as fast as they could as you turned back to Bucky, throwing a punch at him the way Natasha had shown you during your self defense practices Bucky had insisted you take with her every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. It hit Bucky in the chest, hard enough that he felt it, but not hard enough to make him drop your arm.

“What is wrong with you!?” Bucky yelled, pulling you closer by the arm. “You want to fight!? Or do you want me to punish you!?” He tugged on your arm again, pulling you closer to his desk. “Be a good girl, then, and bend over the desk!” His mental hand pushed between your shoulder blades, forcing you face down onto his desk as he moved to stand behind you, ripping your leggings down the seams to reveal the soft pink panties you threw on just to piss him off more.

“I’ve told you once, I’ll tell you a thousand times, you don’t wear underwear - or pants - in the house!” He pulled the band to your panties back and allowed them to snap your lower back. “Now, you’ve interrupted my meeting, you broke my phone, you yelled at me and called me names in front of my men, you wore panties and pants, and you’re being an absolute brat right now. Usually that would be ten spankings for each rule broken, but that would be 70 swats. Can you take that?” He growled, pulling back just enough to pull the shredded remains of your leggings and your cotton panties off of you and threw them into the fireplace. His mental hand went right back to your shoulder blades, keeping you in place on the desk.

“Fuck you and your stupid rules!” You grunted as you tried to move under him, trying to get any leverage. “I’m still pissed at you!”

“And you won’t tell me why!” He yelled, pulling his hand back and slapping your ass hard. “That’s one, the next 79 you’re counting!”

“79!? You said 70 total!” You turned your head to glare at him.

“You know the rules, 10 for each rule broken. Are you *trying* to get to 100!? Because you’re now at 90.” He smirked, knowing exactly what this did to you.

You growled, turning your head away from him. “Fuck you and fuck your rules. You don’t own me.”

“100.” He landed another hard slap on your other cheek. “Count or I’ll add 10 more for each one you forget to count.”

You cursed, gripping the edge of the desk as hard as you could. “Two,” you hissed out, hating that you’re already turned on by this. You were supposed to be mad at him!

“That’s my good girl. I know you’re in there somewhere, Princess.”

Before you can respond, he lands three sharp slaps to your rear that has you pushing up onto the desk with each hit.

“Three-four-five!” You counted before you could forget. The most Bucky has ever handed you was 70 at one time. You weren’t sure you would survive 100.

“Jesus, look at you,” Bucky laughed. “Just five in and you’re dripping. My god, you’re a slut.” he dipped his hand between your legs, running one of his fingers through your folds and scooping up some of your excitement.

You whimper, your walls clenching around nothing. This was going to be torture, but fuck if it didn’t turn you on.

“This what you wanted, Princess?” He asked, spreading your lips and pushing a finger into you, causing you to gasp and rock your hips back to get some friction. “You just wanted Daddy’s attention? Well, you got it now. You have my full. Attention.” He pulls the finger out and immediately lands the next five smacks on your ass and thighs.

You count, tears already falling down your face. “Daddy -”

“Nuh-uh. Bad girls don’t get to talk. They just count.” The next ten came quickly, one after the other, quick succession in a rhythm only Bucky follows.

You’ve started shifting on your feet, trying hard to press your thighs together to get some relief of the tingling sensation between your legs as he pauses then, staring at your ass. You lick your lips and take the brief pause to close your eyes and stretch your fingers, knowing that it’s only going to get worse. 20 in, and you’re ready to beg forgiveness - not that it would help. Bucky always forgives you. But he never backs off or decreases your punishments.

You’ve just managed to get your legs together and get some relief, a short moan escaping your lips before Bucky is kicking your legs apart and thrusting three of his metal fingers deep into you.

You cry out, clawing at the desk to pull away, despite how good it feels to finally be filled with something. “FUCK! BUCKY!” you cried, pushing back onto his fingers as he brutally thrusts them in and out of you for a few moments before they’re gone again and Bucky’s shirt is shoved into your mouth, tied up with the discarded tie you aren’t sure when he removed.

“I told you! Only good girls get to talk!” He hissed, giving your ass yet another smack. “Now I have to count. And you know what that means?”

You did. Fuck you knew exactly what that meant, and you started crying. Now not only are you going to get your 100 spankings, you weren’t allowed to cum. And goddamnit, it was your birthday. It wasn’t fair!

“Keep it up, Princess, and you’ll be my personal cumbucket for a month with no release in sight. Go ahead, try me.” He taunted before he grabbed the riding crop from his desk. When did that get there? Had it been there the whole time?

“Don’t think this means you’re getting off easy.”

You wanted to roll your eyes. The riding crop was never ‘getting off easy’. It just meant Bucky wanted to save his palm from stinging too much during longer sessions. It also meant he had even more planned for you.

Fuck me.

The next thirty came swift, and you were positive you weren’t going to be able to sit down for the next week. Bucky would stop every 10-20 strokes to tease you more. He would circle your clit with his metal hand, bringing you so close to pleasure then pulling back and giving you another 10 spanks. Or he would finger you until you were sobbing then pull out and give you another 15.

At 60 he stopped longer, pulling his pants down and shoving his thick cock into you as fast and hard as he could, moaning filth and obscenities in your ear as he fucked you hard and fast, cumming in you before you could get there yourself. He stayed there, deep in you, pulsing, for a good five minutes then.

“That’s it, Princess,” he growled. “Take daddy’s cum. Gonna fucking breed you. Stuff you full of children and keep you pregnant. Fuck - God you’d look amazing with my baby inside you. You want that, Princess? You want Daddy’s baby? I’ll give it to you, you filthy slut.” he bit your shoulder, hard, before pulling out and giving you another 10 hard spanks with the riding crop that had you sobbing harder, your tears leaving a pool beneath your face on the desk that not even Bucky’s shirt and tie could soak up.

“That’s 70, baby. You’ve never done more than this.” He says, like you didn’t already fucking know that. “Just 30 more. You can do it.”

You wanted to scream at him. Hurl insults and yell at him to fuck off, but all you got out was another wimper as the next 5 came suddenly, hitting down your thighs almost to your knees.

If it wasn’t for the desk, you were sure you would have collapsed by now. 25 more seemed impossible. You were aching everywhere, and you thought you were bleeding. You couldn’t be sure. Bucky hadn’t said anything, but you wouldn’t put it past him.

You almost didn’t feel the next 15, the ache in your ass almost overriding the sensation of more spacks, but the final 10 you definitely felt.

Bucky had shifted, apparently sensing that you were no longer feeling the hits on your ass, and was now swinging underhanded, bringing the crop up to your pussy and clit. Each new smack had you screaming harder, tears streaming down your face like a waterfall. It was torture. Pleasureful torture.

You sobbed in relief when Bucky said the magic number - “100.”

But it was cut short when he grabbed you by the waist, flipped you over and laid you out on the desk, his head diving between your legs to eat you out like a starving man.

You tried to shove him away, but his metal arm grabbed both of your wrists and held them to your stomach, preventing you from moving or pushing him away.

Your overly sensitive core was attacked by Bucky’s wicked tongue, bringing you to another almost orgasm before he pulled away again. Wiping his mouth on the back of his hand, he reached around and pulled the gag off of you, eyebrows raised.

“Now. Are you going to tell me why you were being such a brat?” He asks nonchalantly.

You sniffled, wiping your own face - tears, snot, and slobber - off with your shirt before shoving him lightly, most of your fight gone.

“You forgot my birthday.” You muttered.

Bucky took a step back, frowning. “What?” he asks, looking over to his date book. “No I didn’t - oh fuck…”

You wiped at your eyes again, nodding and you attempted to sit up. “Yeah. You did. You promised you’d never forget! You swore you’d make me feel special every birthday…”

“Fuck, Princess,” He hurried to his bar and grabbed you a cold bottle of water and hurried back to you, opening it before handing it over. “I’m - Fuck, I can’t believe I forgot.”

Taking the water bottle, you took a small sip before Bucky was moving again, grabbing the baby wipes he kept in his drawer and cleaning you up gently before pulling you into his lap as he sat down in his chair again.

“I’m so sorry,” Bucky murmured, kissing your forehead. “I’ll make it up to you. Where do you wanna go? Anywhere. Anywhere at all. We’ll go for a whole month.”

“The bedroom?” You glance at him. “I would have understood if you had just told me that you were busy and we wouldn’t get to celebrate this year. But you swore to never forget.”

“I know I did. And I’m so sorry, Princess. I’ve just had so much on my plate. It’s no excuse and I’ll still make it up to you. Starting with - your punishment is over. How about we go take a nice hot bath and calm down… and then have some fun all night?”

“I don’t think I can feel my legs.”

Bucky shifted you on his lap and held you close. “I’ll carry you, Princess. I’ll carry you anywhere you want to go.”

Ope.

~*~ Fin ~*~

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duuhrayliegh · 2 years

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sugar

dark!bucky x reader

warnings: manipulator!bucky, stalker!bucky, mentions of sexual assault (it’s literally one line, but i’m mentioning it so y’all know)

a/n: something shitty to tide y’all bitches over for that smutty ass fic i’m woking on. this is not my usual content, so if you aren’t comfortable with it just scroll passed it.

feedback is much appreciated!!

other works here

You weren’t really sure when it started. You had been sitting at your computer, catching up on homework for hours on end. Really, you only ever stopped to refill your cup which supplied a seemingly never ending flow of caffeine. The same caffeine that was definitely not helping your nerves.

At first, you thought it was in your head. You took off your headphones to run to the bathroom, never leaving the safety of your room. After doing your business, you heard the front door open and shut.

Naturally living with two roommates and it being the start of the weekend, you thought that one of them had just come home late. Only when you went out to the kitchen to (once again) quench your caffeine addiction, did you notice that all of the lights were flipped off. Not wholly unusual, if your roommates know they need to get things done they’ll just flip the switches and bolt the top lock on the front door.

You padded over to your roommates door, knocking three times against the white door. You sipped quietly on your drink as you waited for her to answer you. Around two minutes had passed, so you called out for her.

“Emma? Are you in there?”

Two more minutes of uninterrupted silence.

“Hmm, must of imagined it. Oh well.” You murmur under your breath as you slink back into your bedroom. You flipped the lights off along the way as you started to hum the last song you listened to.

The saccharine scent of your wall plug-ins calmed you. It wasn’t until you sat down at your desk and placed your headphones over your ears that you were fully relaxed.

Another hour or so passes of your continued efforts at the computer in the corner of your room when you make a decision.

“One more coffee and whatever assignments I can fit into that time, then I’m out.” Speaking the words into the air as if that would cement them into law.

It was then that you noticed the light coming from under the door. For some reason, your door wasn’t attached to the hinges properly, making the gap at the base of it wider than it should’ve been. But it was light… from the other side of the doorway.

No biggie, you must’ve missed your roommate coming home with how loud your music was playing. An unfortunate side effect of trying to drown out the outside noise is actually drowning out the outside noise.

You turned the doorknob, door swinging inward on the misaligned hinges and screaming loudly in protest at the slightest nudge. Your second roommates door to their room swung open as well. The sudden movement to your right causing you to flinch away from it.

“Fuckin’ stupid. Just a draft, ya dummy.”

You made yet another cup of coffee and proceeded to check that the top bolt was done. You approached the front door to find both locks undone. Hesitating, you backed away and turned in the direction of Emma’s room.

“Emma! I told you to remember to lock the door.” You flipped the lock before storming to the brunette’s room and banging against the closed door.

“Emma! Hello? I’m sorry if you’re asleep, but you have to remember to lock the door whenever you come in. Fucking murders and weirdos out there.” You waited for a response only to be disappointed with the silence that greeted you.

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ. I gotta do everythin’ around here?” You continued cursing your roommate’s as you snatched your coffee cup off the counter and returned to your room.

“Always the responsible one around here. Fuckin’ tired of this shit. I should’ve just gotten an apartment on my own, but no.” You dragged out the ‘o’ sound, bringing the rim of your cup to your lips and taking a large gulp.

You fought with your door, closing it each time it swung back into your hand. You huffed before just deciding to lock it to secure the latch. Taking yet another large drag of your (too sweet to be considered coffee) coffee, a hand covered your mouth and nose.

“You definitely should’ve gotten your own apartment. Would make my life a lot easier.”

The words bounced off the shell of your ear as your assailant stood behind you. His other hand came around your body to grasp your coffee cup which was being white knuckled by your dominant hand.

“Now, now, sugar, I’m just going to take this because we don’t want to stain your carpet.”

He brushed the rest of your hair away from your ears, speaking directly to your soul as he towered over you. He pulled your arms behind your back, locking them there by the wrist with one hand. The leather of his jacket pressed against the bare skin of your chest, quietly squeaking as your heaving breasts made contact with it.

“Sugar, I can feel your heart beating so fast. Are you as excited that I’m here as I am?”

Your chin wobbled against your assailant’s gloved hand, your head moving back and forth denying his question. Apparently, he liked a challenge.

He was quick to spin your body around, forcing your back against the wall of your bedroom. You could feel the fear dripping from your expression, knowing that your eyes must have been leaking with tears.

“Oh, sugar.” His blue eyes danced across the upper half of your face. His black glove glinted in the soft glow of the fairy lights on your wall.

“The more you cry,” he swiped a tear from your cheek, bringing the now wet fabric to his tongue to lick off the wetness, “the more turned on I get.”

A sob echoed against his palm, making the man in front of you pull a face as he tilted his head to the side. His brow furrowed as what seemed to be genuine confusion laced his features.

“Sugar, don’tcha recognize me?”

You couldn’t answer. All the horror stories of women being kidnapped, being beaten, being sexually assaulted were running through your mind. Every news story flashing through your mind caused a new wave of tears to seep from your eyes.

“Sugar! What are you cryin’ for?” He leant his face closer to yours resulting in you turning your head to the side.

You listened to his jaw click and then a soft whirring and shift of his jacket. He was quick to cup your jaw, forcing your face back to his.

“Sugar. Don’t do that.”

You continued to fight against his grip, struggling against his hold. He shifted his weight, feet landing shoulder-width apart with his pelvis thrusted against your middle. One of his hands held fast around your wrists, trapping them against the wall.

“Sugar, listen here.” He clenched his jaw, taking a deep breath before speaking. “Sugar, just be a good girl and do what you’re told."

He tilted his head to the left, eyes scanning your tear stained face.

“If you’re a good girl, I won’t have to hold you like this.”

His hand on your jaw squeezed, causing your lips to pucker out as you wrinkled your nose in disgust.

“You’re making me hurt you. Do you know how much it hurts me to hurt you?"

He steadied himself against your body, leveling his gaze with yours. He slipped his hand from your jaw to wrap around your throat. He was careful to place his fingers on the veins that would cut off your blood supply.

“Sugar, just be a good girl and we can have a conversation.”

His fingers flexed against your neck as you swallowed the lump in your throat. He must’ve taken that as a sign of submission because he leaned away from your body.

His hands remained where they were, one on the neck and one holding your wrists captive.

“Aw, sugar. We’re gonna have so much fun together."

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buckybraneslover111 · 2 years

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Trust No One p.4 - B.B.

warnings: 18+smut dark!bucky, makeout session, possessive!bucky, light flirting, daddy kink, squirting, oral sex, fingering, size kink, multiple orgasms, (f receiving dirty talk, pet names (princess, babygirl, baby, good girl, etc), aftercare and fluff

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"Why did you pull away? Too much for you to handle?" he smirked at you.

"N-No, you just caught me by surprise." you blushed hard wrapping your arms around his neck pulling him in close, about to kiss him again when Clint walks over and clears his throat. You both look over at him and you pull away from Bucky blushing.

"Sorry to interrupt you guys, but the guy at the end wants to close his tab and he is yours y/n." he looked at you and pointed at the guy.

You nodded and pulled away from Bucky walking back behind the bar. You walked over to the guy and smiled, "Sorry about that. Are you all set?"

He nodded and smirked at you, "Do you kiss all your customers like that?" he handed you his card and you took it swiping it in the card reader.

You giggled and shook your head, "Not usually. He is just this guy im talking too." you handed him back his card, and he grabbed your hand pulling it towards his mouth and kissing the back of it. You blushed hard and pulled your hand away smiling.

"Thank you beautiful. Hopefully you move on from that boy and come to a real man." he handed you a $50 bill and winked at you walking out of the club. You took the bill and put it in your tip cup. Two more men came and sat in your section as it started to get busy at the bar again. After a few minutes as more people came to the bar for drinks, you walked over to Bucky going in front of the bar and looked at him and he looked mad.

"Hey, you want another drink Buck?" you looked at him and he shook his head staying quiet. "What’s wrong?"

"Nothing, go back to flirting with your customers." he spat at you as he slammed his hand on the counter making you jump a little.

"I wasn't flirting with-..." he cut you off by grabbing you by the arm and pulling you close to him and he whispered in your ear, "Don't you dare finish that sentence. Lie to me, I dare you, I was watching the whole thing."

"B-But Bucky I wasn't-.." he cut you off again.

"I was watching the whole thing y/n, he grabbed your hand and kissed it and i know you fucking liked it. Is that what you want? You want me to touch you? Are you that touch deprived you need other men to touch you? They could never touch you like i could baby." he whispered in your ear and slid his hand to your waist and pulled you close between his legs as his hand moved to your ass cheek and he squeezed it. You gasped and bit your bottom lip to suppress your moan. "You like that baby? I bet you are so wet right now. Thinking about me between your legs, fucking my tight pussy. You are mine and dont you fucking forget it." he bit a sweet spot on your neck as you blushed biting your lip nodding. "I need words y/n, is that what you want? You want me to make you mine?"

"Y-Yes Buck, make me yours." you gasped when he squeezed your ass again. You pulled away from him and fixed your skirt blushing, "I-I have to get back to work. Do you want another drink yes or no?" you walked back behind the bar looking at him.

He nodded, "I'll just take a water for now." you nodded and handed him a bottle of water and got back to work, making people drinks. The rest of the night, you felt Bucky’s eyes burning in your back as you knew he was watching your every move. As the night slowly died, Kevin walked behind the bar as you were closing out your last customer.

"Y/N, you can cash out, count your tips before you leave. You don't have to help clean up, i have cleaners coming in at 3 in the morning to deep clean this place. Clint, you can stay until 1am, last call at 12:30." you both nodded and you grabbed your tip cups, yes you had 3 full tip cups. You looked at the time and it said 11:30pm. You walked over to the end of the bar putting your cups in front of Bucky. You grabbed a stool and put it at the entrance of the bar next to Bucky, blocking the entrance a little. The club was dead, like literally no one was in there besides the one old guy that stayed until last call. You looked at Bucky as he was staring at you leaning back in his chair.

"You wanna stay to watch me count this?" you smiled and emptied all 3 cups of cash onto the bar.

"Sure, i mean i am your ride home so i do have to stay until you leave." he smiled a little and looked at the money on the counter, "How much do you think you made?"

You shrugged, "I don't know, at least $500 most likely." you started to separate the bills by demontation. After that you started to count every thing together, grabbing elastic bands and wrapping the money up, until you had 6 stacks in front of you. You smiled at yourself, "$634. That’s not bad for a Sunday night, for 9 hours." you looked at Bucky smiling.

"What do you usually make? Like on friday or saturday? I know its always crazy in here." he asked.

"Well, it depends. If i do bottle service, i make $1,500 to $2,000 easy, for one night. If im behind the bar, like $1,000 to $1,500." you shrugged and put your bands of money in your purse and put it on your shoulder.

"Thats it? That’s all you make. If you worked for me, you could make that in an hour." he smirked.

"Oh yeah? Doing what?" you smiled at him.

"Being my personal assistant."

You rolled your eyes, "You already have one and his name is Steve." you smirked getting off the chair, "I'm ready to go. Can i sleep at your house tonight? I don't feel like going home tonight."

He got off the chair and nodded, "Of course. Its always empty in my house at night. Sometimes the quietness is nice."

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When you got to Bucky’s house, his driveway was empty. You've never seen it empty before, it was always full of cars and people. You both got out of the car and you followed him to the door as he put in the lock code and the door opened. You both walked in and he grabbed your hand pulling you up the stairs. You followed behind him smiling, "Buck, i don't have any clothes to change in too."

"Who said we were going to bed with clothes on?" he looked back at you smirking, walking into his room. It was all black, except for the walls, they were white, but all of his furniture was black. His bed was huge. You smiled big, you had a queen sized bed, but Bucky’s looked like a California King bed. You walked to the bed and felt how soft it felt.

"Oh my god, this must be like heaven to sleep on." you looked at Bucky as he was grabbing you a shirt of his from his clothes.

"It does, its so nice and soft." he walked over to you and handed you his shirt, "You can wear this for now." he walked over to his closet and got undressed leaving him in his boxers. You got undressed putting your clothes in a pile near the door and you put your purse on top so you wouldn't forget. You put his shirt on and it fit like it was a dress on you.

You went under the shirt and unclipped your bra slipping it off and sighing of relief, "Feels so good to take that off." Bucky walked to the bed and pulled the sheets back as you got into the bed getting in the middle, "Oh its so soft Buck, i love this bed." you smiled and he got into bed behind you, your back was to him, and he laid down behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist pulling you close to his chest. You cuddled the blankets, the bed felt so comfortable, you could stay in his bed all day and never leave. He turns you around so you are facing him.

"You look so good in my shirt baby." he kisses your neck, his hand running down your back. He slides his hand under your shirt and rubs your bare back. You pull him from your neck and kiss him deeply. He kisses back and rolls over so he is on top of you, wrapping your legs around his waist as he presses his hard-on on your covered core. You run your hands through his curls as he licks your bottom lip. You open your mouth for him as he slides his tongue into your mouth, his tongue playing with yours as you let him. He ran one of his hands up to your shirt and grabbed one of your tits massaging it, pinching your nipple every so often. He pulled away from your lip and attached his to your neck, kissing and sucking, leaving hickeys. You moaned as he started to grind against you, you bucked your hips up to him.

"Please, touch me Buck." you moaned. He pulled away from your neck and took off your shirt, your chest being exposed to him for the first time. He stared at your tiddies before going down and sucking on the left nipple while pinching and twisting the right one. He pulled away and moved to your other nipple doing the same thing. You moaned throwing your head back into the pillows, "Feels so good." he pulled off your nipple and kissed down your chest and stomach and got under the covers so he was hidden underneath. He spread your legs and leaned in licking up the wet patch you had on your panties. You gasped gripping the sheets, "Bucky please!"

"Please what princess?" he smirked and ran two fingers up and down your panties.

"Please do something Buck!” you whined biting your lip.

"Such a needy bitch." he smirked and pulled off your panties spreading your legs wide. He kissed down your thigh, then spread your folds open and went right in and sucked on your clit. You gasped and moaned loudly throwing your head back against the pillows.

"Oh my-..Bucky!" you moaned loudly as he licked up and down your pussy sliding his tongue into your entrance, his nose rubbing against your clit.

He pulled away from you and smirked, "Call me daddy princess, Bucky is not my name anymore. So tell daddy what you want." he blew cold air onto your clit as you shivered biting your lip.

"I-I want you to make me cum on your face daddy!" you blushed whining. He leaned in and attacked your clit licking and sucking on it hard. He slid two fingers into your pussy thrusting them hard, curling them to hit your g spot. You reached down and grabbed his hair pulling him in closer to you, "Daddy!! Oh fuckkkkk! Please! I-I..!!" you whined loudly as you tried to pull away from him, your orgasm approaching, you felt like it was going to hit you hard. "Buck! Bucky! Stop! Please!" you couldn't take so much pleasure at once. His tongue was working wonders on your clit, his fingers curling against your g spot, you had one hand on your tit squeezing it every so often. It was becoming to much for you. You pulled away from him, your legs shaking uncontrollably, you were so close to your orgasm but you need to breathe.

You heard him growl as he grabbed your hips pulling you back to him, "Hey! I was eating that!!" he sucked on your clit swirling his tongue around it, his fingers still hitting your g spot. You sat up on your elbow leaning onto your right arm as your left hand was in his hair, you threw your head back moaning loudly, your legs shaking on his shoulder as you clench around his fingers.

"I'm cumming!! Daddy, i'm cumming!!" you fall back onto the bed arching your back screaming loudly as Bucky pulls away from you, your orgasm hitting you harder than you've ever felt it before. As you were coming down from your high, you relaxed against the bed then felt wetness on the sheets. Bucky pulled the sheets off of him and he sat back on his knees looking at you in awe. His face was dripping wetness onto his chest, you looked at him confused, "What is that?"

"You fucking squirted on me. Did you know you could do that?" he smirked at you.

You blushed hard covering your face, "No! Oh god i'm so sorry!"

"Why are you sorry? That was the hottest thing i've ever seen." he wiped his chin and leaned down kissing you so you could taste yourself on his tongue. You moaned into the kiss and he pulled away. He pulled down his boxers as his cock hitting his stomach. You looked down at his cock and bit your lip. He was big, you were sure if you could take all of him. "Condom?" he looked at you and you shook your head. He smirked and rubbed his tip all over your pussy getting it nice and wet. He teased your entrance before slowly pushing in. You both moaned in sync as he pushed in more stretching you out. You put your hand on his chest and he stopped his movements, he was only half way in.

"Wait! Give me a second!" you closed your eyes biting your lip. As you relaxed getting used to his size, you nodded your head as he pushed in more, getting his full length into you. His tip hitting your cervix. He pulled out until only the tip was in then slammed back into you as you moaned loudly. "Daddy! Oh fuck! Fuck me!" he started thrusting into you at a fast pace. His hands on either side of your head to keep himself up, you grabbed onto his forearms as he fucked you hard. His headboard started to hit against the wall going in sync with his thrusts, it gave him motivation to go harder as the headboard hit harder against the wall. You were a mess underneath him, tears started to run down your face because of how much pleasure he was giving you. He moved his hips a little and grabbed both of your legs putting them on his shoulders as he started thrusting into you harder. He looked down at you and smirked, your hair was a mess, your face a little pink and covered in tears, your eyes were closed, your mouth open as more moans escaped.

"Look at you princess! Already fucked out and we haven't even started yet!" he smirked thrusting into you faster. "You are doing so good, taking my cock like a good girl. You're going to be my good little girl right?" you nodded moaning loudly as. he hit your spot, "Oh was that it baby? You want me to hit it again?" you nodded, to much pleasure going through your body to understand what he is saying, "Princess? I asked you a question. I need words babygirl." he slowly stopped his thrusts looking at you. You whined and opened your eyes looking at him.

"Why did you stop?" you pouted whining bucking your hips up.

"I asked you a question baby." he smirked.

"I-I don't remember the question daddy." you blushed realizing you were to fucked out to understand him.

"Are you going to be a good girl for me and hold out on your orgasm?" he smirked knowing you probably couldn't.

"I-I can't daddy. I need to cum. Please, I need to cum." you whined loudly clenching and unclenching around his cock.

"No! You better not cum without my permission again! Do you hear me?" He was hesitant, not sure if you would like it, but he reached up and put his hand around your throat, not squeezing to tight but just enough. And you fucking loved it, finally he was doing what you've been waiting for him to do all night. "Do you hear me princess? You better not cum yet!" he started thrusting into you again going as fast as he can, the headboard and now bed frame hitting the wall and squeaking. You moaned loudly as his grip on your neck tighten. a little. He leaned down, his face inches from yours, "You wanna cum? Hmm? I want to cum with you. I'm almost there princess just wait." he smirked as you whined trying to hold off on your orgasm. you couldn't take it anymore, you needed to cum, like now.

"Daddy! Bucky! please! i'm so fucking close! please! it's right there! I can feel it! PLEASE!!" you clenched around his cock as he kept thrusting into you harder.

"Almost there baby! Just a little more!" he smirked at you.

"Please!! Please cum inside me!! I wanna feel your hot cum fill me up! God Bucky! Im cumming!! I'm cumming!!" you gripped onto his back as you arched your off the bed, your orgasm hitting you so hard, you could see stars. No sound was coming out of your mouth, your legs were shaking around his neck. He pushed in one last time, cumming inside of you, filling you up completely. You moaned as you felt him fill you up. The room got quiet, Bucky laid on top of you and the only thing you could hear was your heavy breathing. You closed your eyes as slumber was taking over you, both of your orgasm taking so much energy out of you. Bucky got up and pulled out of you and sat back watching his cum spill out of you. He smirked and slid two fingers in to you fucking his cum into your pussy. You moaned slightly, pulling away a little as he takes his fingers out of you. You were so sensitive down there you closed your legs to stop him from doing anything else. He got off the bed and walked to the bathroom grabbing a towel. he walked back out and cleaned off your legs and thighs.

"Y/N, i'm gonna run you a bath. i need to change the sheets." you nodded and he walked into the bathroom turning on the water so it filled the tub. he walked back out and picked you up bridal style and carried you into the bathroom. He placed your gently into the tub as it was fill with warm water and bubbles, "I'll be right back." He walked out of the bathroom and changed the sheets on the bed. After a few minute he walked back into the bathroom and he got into the tub behind you letting you lay back against his chest. He rubbed your hips kissing your head, "if you wanna sleep you can, i can wash your body for you." you were so tired you nodded and closed your eyes leaning against him. He washed your body and kissed your shoulders to help you relax. When he was done he got out of the tub picking you up and wrapping a big towel around you both. he walked back over to the bed with nice clean sheets on it and laid down on the bed with you on his chest. He cuddled you as you cuddled him back, "Goodnight princess." he kissed your head as you slowly drifted off the sleep.

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sebastianstansqueen · 2 years

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Cheer Up Love 1

A/N: Here is the first part of this series, feedback is always appreciated, if you want to be Tagged, either send an ask or comment on this or click on Taglist open.

Wordcount: 1,384

Warnings: Angst, Smut, I think that is all actually

Chapter Name: All Of Us

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Bucky, along with Steve, and Sam, sat on the plush couches in Y/n and Bucky’s house as Y/n, Peggy, and Natasha danced around all together with the music in the background played on the record player. Eventually, Natasha stumbled over and Y/n caught her in time but both women fell to the floor in a fit of giggles. Bucky got up off his spot on the couch and helped his wife up, kissing her as she stood up. “God I love you.” He mumbled against her lips.

“I love you too.” She said back.

“Oh we know that look boys it seems we all should be going.” Natasha said pointedly at her husband. Sam stood after she spoke, along with Steve the two other couples left after Y/n and Bucky waved them goodbye.

Bucky led Y/n to their shared bedroom of theirs, Bucky kissed her exposed neck. “God, why do you gotta be so beautiful.” He mumbled.

She smirked up at him. “Am I though.”

He grabbed her by the waist holding her up. “You better take that back your fucking gorguse.” He said pointedly like he was talking to a child learning a lesson. “I’ll show you how fucking gorguse you are.” He pulled down her panties she wore under the dress she was wearing.

He slowly fucked her making every moment worth it as he pushed in and out of her. “Oh god.” She moaned lowly, kissing and nipping at his arm.

Eventually, after both of them got ready for bed, the husband and wife fell asleep, Bucky holding her. She started to have an awful dream, waking up gasping and reaching out for something unknown. Y/n looked out at the dark room, Bucky’s arms still around her securely, eventually she fell back to sleep ignoring whatever it was.

The next morning Y/n cooked her breakfast and Bucky’s lunch, along with coffee for both of you, in the shirt Bucky wore the previous night at the get-together they held at their home, Bucky waited against the island in their kitchen in a suit ready for work. She packed up his lunch box. She smirked. “You know what I think you have a fever of like a 102° and you need to stay home baby.”

Bucky laughed. “Is that so?” He held her in both of his arms, kissing her. “Whoops, looks like you got what I got now.” He said going along with her joke. “I gotta go make that bank.” He laughed, heading out the door, Y/n followed after her husband, every other woman on her block watched as their husbands left for work, and drove away.

Natasha walked over to her best friend. “Now it's time for some of our fun.” The Red haired woman handed off a margarita to her friend.

Y/n laughed. “Nat you're so bad.”

The friend put her hands up in defense. “Hey, I only drink a little around the kids, just a smidge.” Natasha laughed, smoking her cigarette.

“I’ll see you later Nat.” Y/n said before she downed the margarita, and headed back to her house, to eat and then clean up a bit. She did all of her usual cleaning of the windows, the bathtub, toilet, laundry, and anything else, then she headed into town to get some groceries, everything from candy to meat had WV marked on it, she placed what she got into the cart she grabbed when entering, then once home she put all that she got into its corresponding place, whether it be the fridge or a cupboard.

Later that night when Bucky came home from work, he smiled when seeing Y/n in one of the many dresses he had bought for her in the past. Bucky smiled, pulling her close, forgetting the drink she had made for him, as he started making love to her on the table in their dining room, his tongue flicked against her clit as he showed her how much he loved her, working her to her edge of reality, her head felt light, as an orgasm rang through her body she gripped the edge of the dining table as he continued tasting the sweet river of life on his tongue. Y/n’s chest moved up and down in a rough pattern with sweat on her forehead.

That night going to bed Bucky turned to her. “Did you hear about the new couple in town?” Bucky asked as he undid the shirt he wore that day.

Y/n looked at him with furrowed brows and shook her head. “No?”

“Yeah um, they're having a get-together at the Stark’s home tomorrow to celebrate, um there names are Wanda and Vision.” Bucky explained to Y/n before he took his pants off.

“That’s an odd name.” Y/n stated.

Bucky huffed a laugh. “Yeah but uh we gotta just get used to him.”

The next day, she and Bucky headed to Tony and Pepper's house, Tony had created what Westview is known for a peaceful place for people to settle down together. Y/n, Peggy, Natasha, and Wanda, sat together. “So Wanda um is Vision a nickname or something?” Peggy asked.

“His parents were quite intelligent people but they weren’t great with names, I mean his mother was named Jocasta and his father was Jarvise, so yeah.” Wanda said with a shrug, the three other women nodded and hummed along with the explanation.

Tony and Pepper came out to talk to the large crowd of people. “Thank you all for coming here today, I know we don’t usually do this, but Wanda and Vision are our one hundredth couple to come to Westview.” Tony spoke to everyone.

“No!” Everyone's attention settled on Valkyrie, Carol’s wife, she laughed incredulously. “You trapped them here, all of us are trapped.” She said with panic, everyone started to whisper to one another.

“Not here, not now.” Carol hissed at her wife before rushing away with her.

Tony huffed out through his nostrils and hid his irritation with a serious but delightful smile. “We all know that hard times have fallen upon Val and Carol, but no worries, all will be well, they will be fine, no worries.” Tony declared.

Y/n turned to look for Bucky but he was missing. She went to go look for him, on her way she found Carol and Valkyrie, sitting in a side room, Valkyrie seemed to be crying. “Y/n, please, please believe me.” She sobbed, and Y/n felt a huge amount of empathy for her friend of hers.

Carol turned to Y/n. “She’s fine, ignore her.” The blond said passively, before closing a curtain around the two of them.

She shook her head as if to get what she just saw out of her head, she looked around for just a moment longer, and then she found her husband trying to fix his tie. “Hey what's wrong baby?” She asked, coming up from behind.

“Yeah, I just need to fix my tie, that's all.” He shrugged.

Y/n smiled. “Here let me help you.” As she started to fix the tie, he sat her up on a table and pushed up the skirt of the dress she wore that day. “No Bucky, no not now, there who knows how many people out there.”

He smiled down at Y/n as he slid down her panties and slowly slipped into Y/n, thrusting slowly and kissing her neck, she moved her head to the side to give Bucky more room, and as she looked over she spotted Tony in the corner, just watching almost, she tried to say something but I wouldn’t come out like something was stopping her, and Bucky continued unknowingly, just trying to show his love to his wife.

After cleaning herself up and Y/n fixing her hair, she turned to Bucky with a serious look on her face. “What’s wrong?” He asked.

Y/n looked at him with furrowed brows. “Did you not see Tony just watching us?”

Bucky looked at Y/n like she was crazy. “What no, Tony wouldn’t do that Y/n.” He huffed.

“I know what I saw Bucky.” Y/n huffed, Bucky just shrugged off, before he led her back outside.

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chaashni · 2 years

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God Be You

Your discoveries about a less-than-normal band might have led you to something monumentally more than you had bargained for.

Warnings: Dark!Fic. Vampire AU. Everybody's a little unhinged. Especially Bucky. Drummer!Bucky. Mentions of cuckoldry. Jealousy. Possessiveness. Smut. Teasing. Denial. Remind me if I've forgotten to add something😺

Dividers by

Musicians.

Musicians who were a part of a band. A multi dimensional one, with multiple instruments and good quality vocalists. The Avengers.

The fun, goofy ones. Sam Wilson, Natasha Romanoff. Gamora.

The chill, cute ones. Thor Odinson, Peter Quill and Tony Stark.

The silent but kind ones. Steve Rogers and Bruce Banner.

Last but not the least. The lone wolf. The typical broody, quiet, mysterious one with the metal arm. Bucky Barnes.

You would have called the band the cliche extraordinaire, had things about them not been so fishy. Unlike typical band people, this infamous group of musicians was never caught in bars, drunk off their asses or starting a fight. These people were never out in the streets at all, hardly ever captured on camera. They met their fans only and only on scheduled meet and greets, never said a bad word, never stopped even for a two minute water break while performing. No scandals. Nothing.

You did not consider yourself to be some high profile journalist doing a sting operation. You were certainly not without work, and you did not spend all your time on the internet hunting for celebrity gossip.

So why exactly were you here today, spilling out details about the daily activities of musicians who had nothing to do with you?

A few videos had made their way to you from the internet.

One of them involved Gamora- painted all green on some Halloween party- drinking something red. Without even thinking you had decided it was blood. You could also swear her eyes burned red.

Another one of them was of Steve Rogers tumbling out of a window- the tape was of horrid quality but you were sure it was him. You also had more than enough reason to tell somebody had thrown him out of the window, the bars barely dangling from the sill being an evidence to your derived conclusion.

What was worse was that Steve did not seem to face any injuries. He scored a perfect landing, shrugging and dusting off his trousers before squinting at the setting sun like it had violated him, and marching back to the building

Like this was all supposed to be that simple.

Like fuck it was.

Then there was a picture of Bucky Barnes. Standing next to a very young Mick Jagger, Bucky looked exactly as he did today, the only difference being that he was dressed in the fashion which was prevalent in those days, and his hair was a little longer. Spinning his drumsticks in his hands, an intense expression as done by people.in music in those days crowning his annoyingly pretty face.

That picture was fifty years old. Untampered.

And you just had to find out what the fuck was going on.

That is what you keep repeating to yourself in your head as you snuck your way to Bucky's trailer, using one of your hairpins to click open the door and walk inside. You smashed the security alarm before it could go off, the loud beats from the stadium covering up all the sounds that you made.

Good.

You stumbled inside, piles of clothes discarded on the seats, some concealer and a lot of nail polish bottles. Yeah. The drummer liked having his nails painted and it made you swoon for him. You spotted a few broken drumsticks, a huge drumset all set up at one corner.

You turned to face the mirror, yelping when you caught sight of one of the pictures stuck to the corners of it.

A dick pic.

No. It was Bucky, all naked except for the leather shoes he had worn, a cigarette rolling between his teeth. His hair fell to his shoulders, a prosthetic, different from the black and gold one he uses now resting on his thigh. His cock stood plump and heavy, drops of precum oozing out. You gasped as you pulled the picture from where it was attached, mesmerized by his abs and a little drunk on the lines of veins scattered over his cock.

"I took that one in nineteen sixty two. Used to have long hair then."

His silky voice floated through the air, causing you to yelp and throw away the pic in your rush, your wide eyes directed at the mirror. A sharp prick crackled down your spine, the temperature dropping to an eerie level, a pounding blasting away in the recess of your head.

There was nobody behind you.

The mirror showed nothing, only your terrified face and the picture which was now hovering vertically in the air behind you.

You flipped around to find Bucky Barnes casually leaning against his drum set, totally in the reflecting range of the mirror.

Fuck.

"You- you…" you started, barely able to hold in the increased thumping of your heart, your mind clogging and shutting down as the drummer smirked at you, metal arm casually twirling his drumsticks the exact same way he had done in that pic.

"Me…" he started, walking over to the drawer next to his dresser, the echoing of his boots the only evidence of his existence if you were watching the mirror. Your body shut down as he pulled out a stack of pictures, lightly extending them towards you.

Vampire.

With shaking hands you took them, careful not to touch his skin. He chuckled at your startled gasp when you were faced with another of his bare body pics, close up pictures of his abs and lips and - fangs. The pictures turned filthier with each one that you tossed behind, the sound of Bucky's drumstick tapping against his thigh almost hypnotizing you.

Pictures from the nineteen twenties. Him and Steve in some bar, dancing with a few women. Him and Natasha in some club in Vegas in the eighties, him and Tony snowboarding through mountains which were no longer snow covered in this century. And to end it all, another picture of him with somebody else's hands wrapped around his dick, his eyes shut in pure ecstasy.

Well, that kinda stung.

That burned. You did harbour a tiny crush on the drummer, his blue eyes and fluffy hair and the faint lines of stubble along his cheeks always drawing you to him.

You hated that he was showing you pictures of somebody else touching him in that way.

It should have been you.

A cold hand touched your chin, a body sliding behind you. You felt him tilt your neck up, holding you still so you could keep facing the mirror.

"That was my girlfriend from the sixties. She was one hell of a minx," You couldn't watch what he was doing to you, not in the mirror at least. From the corners of your eyes, Bucky Barnes was gazing down at you, still in his drummer's outfit, all black and leather with heavy rings on all fingers. And nailpolish.

F*ck.

Bucky Barnes was telling you something about his fling from the sixties. 'She must be all grey and old now' you thought bitterly, shaking your head at why were you even so possessive about him.

You couldn't explain it. You just were.

And why the hell were your panties dripping wet already?

"Sweet fuck, I can smell you from here," Bucky started, fingers lining over your jaws and pushing your head backwards, his metal arm slowly flotterong over your breasts. "Does the thought of me fucking somebody eles turn you on?"

You shook your head faster than you had expected, not really into the idea that he would believe you had a cuckolding kink, angry red lines of possessiveness keeping you from exploring things.

"So this pretty little thing," He wrapped his arms around your chest and pushed your breasts upwards, his thighs spreading and landing on both sides of your hips, keeping you from moving. "Likes to hear me talk about my old flames. So she can go imagine herself in their place and touch herself till she falls asleep. Isn't it?"

"Does knowing that I can make dames like you fall to their knees in seconds make you crave to be one of them?"

How does he know?

It is. You looked at pictures of Bucky every night, touching yourself and crying out his name, imagining his voice directing you to touch yourself in whichever places you did. You sometimes fantasize that it was him running his hands over your body and making you fall apart on his fingers, tongue and cock.

You sometimes played audio tapes of the select few interviews he had done, his velvety voice pushing you towards your brink.

"You couldn't keep yourself from coming in here, could you? Coming here to find out who I was. How old I am. Where I come from." He sneered, the sharp prick of something- his fangs, burning against your shoulder.

"Tell me, princess, isn't this what keeps you hooked to your phone all damn day?" You felt another prick on the side of your arm, his metal fingers lowering from your breasts to lift up the end of your top, slowly carving its course over the waistband of your jeans. "I got your dm's. I have access to your search history and your screenshots. Safe to say princess, you are pretty obsessed with me."

"I'm not. I was suspicious," you started, hesitating and watching his hands go lower before he popped open the button of your jeans, sliding the chain down. "I came across a few pictures which- which didn't seem right."

"I got Tony to hack into your account and inject a trojan. That's why you got all those pictures in just one sitting. Those aren't really for public eyes , babygirl. I wanted you to see them."

Fuck. Fuck.

Bucky Barnes wanted you to know who he was. If this day couldn't get any better. You remembered the last time you had met him, revelled in the fact that he had held your hand for a quarter of a second, mentally dancing when he leant in and pulled you in for a hug.

You never wanted him to let you go. You even tried to soak up his cold touch, already begotten by the stell blue of his eyes.

Tilting your head slightly you looked at the man- vampire, holding you to him, sliding his hands down your panties, his eyes glowing red, his fangs on full display, faint lines of your blood raking through them.

Isn't this what you had always wanted? Isn't he what you had always wanted? You hadn't counted on Bucky being a vampire, but didn't that make things better?

Good judgement had left this conversation a long time back.

Doesn't vampire venom on mixing with human blood form some kind of aphrodisiac? He would have to feed you his blood to turn you, and something told you Bucky wanted youtube as human as possible for him.

"Fuck. Can't wait to have a taste. You've got any idea how desperate your sweet smell got me for you?" He slid his metal hand into your hair, tugging at the roots and pulling your head backwards, its pair pinching your clit. He towered over you, catching your lips in the messiest upside-down kiss, all teeth and spit and breathless gasps as you grabbed the back of a chair, holding on for dear life.

"I felt like I was dying again, having to hold myself back from doing that. If you didn't come here tonight," his fangs tore out, digging into the skin of your jaw and skimming down your throat. "I'd have come to get you."

You gasped, your head reeling. This was all too much to take, and everything you had ever wanted.

Too much at once.

"Don't look at me like that, baby doll. You wanted me. I wanted you." Bucky shrugged, not missing a beat before he was swooping down, digging his fangs over your bared neck and biting down, hard.

You screamed, louder than you had ever, two holes digging into your neck and drops of blood dribbling down in the mirror, getting licked up by something which did not have a reflection. The mirror played its part, a witness to Bucky claiming you as his own, his hands possessively sliding over your folds as white hot light tore through your vision, your legs jerking apart at the burst of pleasure streaming through your body.

He kept flicking your folds, tremors burning through your body as he played with you, gently licking up your blood and smearing his venom to seal the wound. You watched the gaping holes fill up for a second before he was biting down on the exact same spot, the pain sharper and much more pleasurable as you vision fogged, your legs convulsing from his teasing and mind hazy from the venom he was transferring into your bloodstream.

"You get what you want, here. All your dreams and fantasies which you write about," Bucky whispered in your ears, lips drenched with your blood, leaving marks of their bloody trail over your skin, an unhinged glint in his eyes.

He turned you around, making you face him in his full vampiric glory, eyes a fading red and lips caked with your blood, his tongue dipping out to lick some of the liquid up. His arms wrapped around your body, holding you steady. The metal arm inched up to lace around your throat, forcing you to look into his eyes, two fingers shoved into your needy cunt, the base of his rings working against your clit.

"In return I get to keep you. I feed from you. I fuck you. Only I get to have you. Forever."

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highonmarvel · 11 months

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You Can Cry

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

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

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

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

“You sad, pretty girl?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Bucky,” he mumbles.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You sad, pretty girl?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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buckyscombatboots · 2 years

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Monstertober Day 2:

My Legacy

Pairing: Orc!Bucky x Captured!Reader

Warnings: Non con→Dub con, Dead dove: Do not eat, insults/degrading language, forced breeding, forced impregnation, drastic size difference, belly bulge, blood mention, virgin!reader, hair pulling, cowgirl→mating press, dacryphilia, dark!bucky, threat of violence, aphrodisiac

Nicknames: Tiny, little one, cum slut

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A colossal, herculean man loomed over you, he was built from slabs of muscles that shifted under his thick layers of green skin. His bulging forearms, decorated with tribal tattoos, half concealed by a pair of tanned leather bracers, lined with fur; the designs carved into the leather matched his ornate iron pauldrons, slightly covered by the reddish-brown pelt of a direwolf, and the only thing covering his lower half was a loin cloth attached to a metal belt adorned with his tribe’s insignia. His eyes narrowed in a scowl, but despite this you could see his golden eyes, with flecks of amber and a vertical slit for a pupil—reminiscent of a cat's eyes. They were trained on you, hunched between the cart and barrels “How unfortunate Tiny. Should have hid better than that.” His meaniscing tone sends a ripple of goosebumps across your skin, a scream bubbles up to your throat and dies there as he reaches out for you. You scramble away from his enormous juniper hand, the lighter skin of his palm filling your vision before he opts for grabbing you by the waist and pulling you out “Gods above I can smell chu ‘ittle one. You’re terrified out your tiny little brain, but you're still so wet for me. If you play nice, I won’t have to hurt chu.” You consider chomping down on the web of skin connecting his thumb and forefinger, but Orcs are known for their tough skin, you decide not to. You stare up at the monster before you through your long lashes, tears streaming down your cheeks “Good, Tiny human. My true name is too complicated for your kind to understand or pronounce, so you can call me Bucky. I am War chief of this clan of Orcs, it will do you well to listen or I’ll pass you to the others. They ain’t too kind to little tiny girls like chu.” He begins to walk with you, pushing you to his beefy chest like a mother holding a baby close, your hands grab for purchase at the direwolf pelt strung across his shoulders; the feeling of the fur in your hands and the familiar scent brings you solace as he carries you over to a large group of orcs, one with blonde hair turns towards Bucky smiling with his tusks on full display, you cower at the sight—you know exactly what those tusks can do, you’ve watched them tear people like parchment “Steve, I’m going to head back to camp with a small group. You stay here. Kill any survivors, pillage whatever’s left, return by nightfall.” The Orc named Steve nods and replies in a strange serious of grunts, to which Bucky also replies in the same manner. They he’s walking again, he stops infront of an orcish warhorse—specially breed to be taller and stronger than normal horses to with stand the sheer size of the orcs— then he climbs on with you held in one arm

“Where are we going?” You whisper near his ear

“To your new home ‘ittle one.”

The ride back to the camp isn’t a long one, you slept for most of it as your adrenaline finally died down or you’d fallen into a state of shock. At this point you had no idea. When you awoke you’d arrived at what he called ‘your new home’ There were countless Orcs, they barely used any of their troops to conquer your village. The feeling of hopelessness rose in you once again.

“‘ere we are, Pet. Home sweet home.” He got off the horse and handed the reins off to another orc to be taken care of. He spoke to the orc bostriously with enthusiasm, smiling so wide you thought one of his tusks would like your eye out. Then he strode off decisively through the thicket of tents. He was taking you home, to his home. Not yours. He burnt yours down, he murdered your family. You hated the fact that seeing him smile and talking so happily, despite you being unable to understand what he was saying, made you happy. His attitude was contagious.

You approached a tent that was much larger than the others, it was also dyed a faded black compared to the other plain tents. It had two lit torches on each side of the pegs keeping it up and on the tent door was the same insignia that was on his belt, but this was painted in red—the colour of blood which he was so accustomed to spilling. You had to hate him, you needed to hate him.

He pushed aside the cloth entrance revealing a very spacious tent decorated in a sporadic manner with a large table that had a map splayed on its surface, your eyes shot down to all the red markers on it. One was on your village. They had planned this and nobody knew, fresh tears welled up in your eyes and you bit your wobbling lip, but a whimper still slipped. “This is your new home princess,” he wiped the tears from your eyes with one of his thick green fingers “so don’t cry anymore. It’s all gonna be okay. If you listen, everything will be fine. Now,” he placed you on the ground and walked over to a pile of things in the corner. He turned to face you before pulling out a shotel from behind him, but this shotel was the largest one you’d ever seen; the blade was unbelievably sharp, it was obvious that he’d spent hours sharpening, cleaning and customising it. Your legs collapsed beneath you as he pointed the curved blade at you, the point resting below your chin. Tears leaked from your eyes like a flowing river, you let out a whine as he hoovered it so close to your skin that you could feel the coolness of the blade “Move and I’ll cleave your skull in half. Understood?” Your vision shook as you meet his steely glare

“Y-yes.” You blubbered, he removed the blade and pulled out a chair from the long oaken table. The chair was much larger than a normal chair, obviously hand made for orcs by orcs—no scratch that, handmade for him. The chair was even bigger than all the others, it was made for Bucky, it was made for the war chief who towered above even other orcs. He plopped down in it, the twine holding it together creaking under his substantial weight, and opened his legs slightly clapping his massive bejeweled green hands down on his muscular bulging thighs.

“Come ‘ere little one. Sit on my lap.” He commanded, spinning the shotel on its blade on the hard packed dirt next to him. When you sat frozen, on the floor, he raised the blade towards you “I know you ain’t deaf. I don’t like repeatin’ myself.” You pressed your hands either side of your thighs and pushed yourself to your feet, your legs shook as you stumbled over. He extended out a massive green hand, you took it noting how your hand could only wrap around two of his fingers. Your line of sight travelled down to his dick. It was huge. Straining against the thin fabric of his loincloth. Straining so much that you could see all its features; dark green with lighter sections of skin, ribbed, with a thick gold ring pierced through the thin skin just under the head. There was no way he’d fit.

He helped you climb onto him, practically pulling you up by your arm which was dwarfed in his grasp. You straddled his lap, sat right in front of his bulging cock. Once you were in place he undid the opulent belt keeping the loin cloth in place and pulled. With one swift movement the belt and the loin cloth were both removed and thrown to the ground. His member was now on full display; girthy, long and definitely not able to fit inside you. You paled at the sight of it throbbing and leaking “It won’t fit!” You cried, attempting to run. He grabbed your arm just before you fel to the ground and pulled you back in place. You struggled against him, floundering like a fish drowning on land “Please! Anything else! You’re gonna kill me!” His hand clasped around your face as he reached back with his free arm and came back with a hefty glass bottle filled with a shimmering clear liquid.

“Breath, Pet. I ain’t expecting it to fit in you without a little help, little one.” He uncorked it with one hand and finally removed his hand from your mouth, you relished in the woodsy scent. He poured a generous amount on his hand “Take yer clothes off. Or I’ll rip ‘em off.” He ordered sternly, you met his gaze. His cat eye pupils had blown wide, filled with lust and need. You obliged, stripping off your dirty, torn clothes that smelt heavily of smoke. You swallowed your vomit as you recollected the state of your village.

His huge green hand began slathering the liquid on your pussy, it was warm. The heat coming off of the orc had heated it in such a short period of time, your eyes met his cock again. The heat of it was slightly darker green with a bluish cast, his balls were heavy and full. Your mouth was almost watering. You were pulled from you from your blatant ogling from the sting of a finger being inserted inside you. You yelped, grabbing at his thick wrist with your small hands “It hurts!” You yowled, beating at his calloused palm with your fist, he began moving his finger and the pain slowly melted into pleasure. You hummed at the heat filling your belly “Mhmn.”

“You’re a virgin aren’t you little one, there’s blood.” He cooed, slipping another finger. Which your quivering hole gladly took. You nodded slowly, whimpering as he stretched you, scissoring his fingers “Were gonna fix that. The Oil is enchanted, it should help you be able to take me, it’s also an aphrodisiac.” His words swam in your mind becoming almost meaningless as you pushed back on his fingers until you met his rings at the base of his thick, lengthy fingers.

Suddenly he pulled his fingers out, you whimpered at the loss humping his thigh for friction. You needed more. You wanted Bucky in you “Buck. Want you in me.” You mewl, grinding your sensitive bud down on the thick skin of his thigh

“Gladly.” He lifts you as if you weigh nothing and holds you above his dick, smiling coyly at your lopped sided grin and hazy eyes before slamming you down on his fat cock. The pain momentarily breaks your gaze but then the overwhelming feeling of his humongous prick filling your insides. Your hands travel to the bulge in your stomach, running your hands over it. Marvelling at it as he thrusts in and out. The meaty slaps of Bucky bouncing you roughly up and down on his lap filled the tent, more likely than not the sound was spilling outside. You didn’t care, right now you didn’t have the liberty to think much at all with his fat cock muddling up your insides. Your tongue fell dumbly out your mouth as you dribbled mumbling and moaning with every harsh thrust “That’s it, Pet, go dumb on my massive Orc cock. Never gonna want a human after this, they can’t fill you up like an orc. How pathetic. You deserve an Orcs cock to bring you this. Much. Pleasure.” He punctuated his words with his thrusts, bashing your cervix each time. You threw your head back in a silent wail, digging your nails into his large pecs as you relished in the orgasm that wracked your body. Constricted his cock, drawing a deep, primal grunt from his core “Yes! Come! Come as many times as you want pet, soak my cock in your juices my little cockslut. Gonna get you pregnant, gonna paint you fucking tight little slut hole with my seed. Gonna watch you swell with my children. Take it.” He groaned slamming into you with a new found vigour, picking you up as he stood.

You barely even registered him laying you on the bed until he pushed back your knees, resting them near your ears. You thought it impossible but he dick managed to nestle itself even further inside of you. An electric shock ran through your body as you came again, the pleasure being tears to your eyes as his thrust became more erratic, more powerful. His face loomed above yours staring intensely into your eyes “Gonna make you a mother, Tiny. You want to be the mother of my children? You want to grow with my child? You want to birth My Legacy?” He asked, “Answer me.” He demanded pounded into your cunt, his balls smacking against your ass, twitching, as he pushed down on your bent knees.

“Yes! Make me a mommy!” You cried, squeezing around him as he came inside you, he continued to thrust as he shot ropes and ropes of cum into you. Your stomach swelling with the sheer amount of spend shooting from his spasming tip.

“Ah feels so fucking good. Look at you, your body can barely contain my cum.” He chuckled, huffing, sweat glistening on his forehead as he littered your reddened face, ruined with tears and spit with passionate open mouth kisses.

“Felt good, wanna nap.” You yawned, your body tremouring from the overstimulation, your clit puffy and sensitive as his pelvis pressed into you enrolling you completely, blocking out almost all the light in the tent.

A hearty chuckle emerges from him, the sound fills your ears making more slick drip from your cunt onto his cock still buried in your overflowing pussy “Oh, we ain’t done yet, Pet. Gotta make sure you’re nice and pregnant, gonna fuck ya till I make ya look pregnant; so everyone knows who you belong to, that I have claimed you and that they can never touch you. ‘Cause you’re gonna have my babies, I’ll keep you filled and wanton on my cock ‘cause we Orcs mate for life after all, Tiny, and I’ve chosen you to be the bearer of My legacy.”

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buckgasms · 11 months

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Pom, it has plagued my mind and now it must plague yours. Alpha!Winter Soldier using you as his own person cocksleeve...

Darling, this is such an old ask and I apologise for how long it has taken me, but I just wanted to do it right, so it took me somewhat longer that intended 😅. It has indeed plagued my mind! I hope I can make up for the wait with the very long filth that follows!

Because oh my god YES.

This will be dark with elements of dub-con & non-con so please proceed with caution or avoid if it's not your thing ❤️

Zayka means bunny in Russian because of course he has to have a pet name for us 😂

Imagine if during a mission he spots you? He's hiding somewhere looking for his target, and as he scopes out the area you walk into his line of sight?

And something primal lurches in the pit of his stomach that tells him, he has to have you, as soon as possible.

He points you out to his handler's and they make arrangements. They know sometimes the soldier needs release so they don't argue. As long as the job gets done right?

🌑

You awake in a room unfamiliar to you. Your head pounds as you try and remember what happened. You were just walking through the park when a shot rang out. Everyone fled in different directions and as you ran out of the park.... You were intercepted... Two men in black military gear were calmly walking towards you... Then a sharp pain... Then nothing...

You realise suddenly that your own clothes have been replaced with a hospital gown and nothing else. Your body starts shivering with adrenaline and cold wondering what the hell is going on.

As you try to move the door unlocks and swings open. A huge man with a silver arm and piercing blue eyes is standing there in front of you. He only has a pair of black trousers on but even as the door is being locked again he is stripping them off as you cower on the floor.

"Theres been a mistake" you croak. "I shouldn't be here, I'm not... Please, I don't understand."

He walks towards you and drops to a crouch, running a hand across your cheek and assessing you. "Yes. It's you. I wanted you..." He rises, offering a hand which you don't accept, trying to shuffle away from him as quickly as you can. He threads his flesh hand into your hair and pulls, not hard but enough to stop your movements.

"Be good, be good for me and I'll make sure they let you go. Be bad and I promise nothing. I need you.... It needs to be you."

He sounds almost desperate for you. Like his control is only surface deep. You look at him and see pain behind the strength he easily displays. You glance around. No one is coming to help. Maybe if you're good....?

"Ok..."

With that he lets go of your hair and scoops you up in his arms carrying you to the poor excuse for a bed and places you down with more gentleness than you were expecting. He immediately removes your gown and pushes your thighs upwards, giving him direct access to your heat.

"Perfect" he murmers before diving down and licking and sucking at your cunt. His tongue dips in and out of your heat, then he sucks at your clit before shaking his head and stimulating your whole pussy.

Despite your lack of willingness, it is extremely effective and before you can even catch up, he has you on the edge of orgasm in moments. But he's not giving you that yet.

He grips your ankles and spins you, so your head is now hanging off the bed, inches away from his crotch. "Take it out and suck it" he orders and when you don't move he lands two harsh swats to your thighs. As you cry out you are moved into action. His dick springs free and you grip it before guiding him into your mouth.

He groans and stutters a little before his metal fingers are probing into your folds. The cold, hard metal sends shocks through your body as he chokes you simultaneously. "Fuck, good girl." He growls as his hips slide steadily into your mouth. Drool and tears mix on your face as he fucks your cunt with his fingers. Your moans and wails are muffled but the sensation on his cock sends him feral.

"Knew it had to be you. Fuck, made for me zayka" he growls, his cock pressing further down your throat as he brings you to a earth shattering orgasm. He over stimulates you, until you are flailing your legs to escape his touch.

"Easy, easy now" he says, removing his fingers and pulling his cock from your mouth. You lay, twitching as your body recovers from your climax but he's nowhere near satisfied.

"Up zayka, hands and knees"

You shudder and move slowly into position but he isn't satisfied so moves you again, his little ragdoll to play with. He pushes and pulls you until you are laying on your back, watching as his cock taps on your folds.

"So wet for me hmm? Made for this aren't you?" He waits until you nod, then sinks in, hand around your throat as he sheathes himself all the way. You both emit a long moan at the feeling before he starts pumping his hips again, skin slapping against yours as he fills you up.

Your hands flail around, gripping his metal hand that's fixed around your throat, scraping at his chest. He swats it away. "Touch yourself little slut. Play with yourself or I'll bind your hands" He growls and you can only obey, tentatively rubbing circles with one hand while your other paws clumsily at your breasts.

"Good girl, my good girl"

His praises have such a confusing effect. As much as this is wrong, you want to please him. He's making you feel so good. It spurs you on, with the hope that it will keep you alive. You want it to end. But you never want it to end.

Your walls clench tightly around him and he groans, emptying himself into you as he keeps fucking you to your second, intense orgasm. When he pulls out he watches as his seed drips from you, mixed with your own release and he rubs it together, taking a taste and moaning.

Finally, you think it's done. You curl away and wait for him to leave, but instead strong hands turn you back over. "Not done" he states and drags you to lay on your front, not before you catch a glimpse of his already semi-hard cock.

"I can go for longer than most kayza" he explains as you feel his cock press against your sensitive folds, dragging up to your puckered hole. You whimper and he reaches around, squeezing your breasts and shushing you. "You're doing so well... Be good for me..."

You whine as he sinks back into your puffy folds and holds there. Relishing the feeling of your spasming walls. You barely notice as he spits on to your ass and rubs it around before sinking his finger in slowly.

"Have you been taken here?" He asks, and you nod slightly, "just once" you mutter and he tuts. "This belongs to me now. You and your pretty holes are mine." He lands a slap on your skin and you cry out as he slides out of your pussy and into your ass.

He dips in and out of both holes, using your wetness to ease his entrance into your tight hole. The pleasure mixed with the pain drives you senseless, bucking your hips as he sinks further and further in. Finally he is fully seated and both of you are panting, a fine sheen of sweat covering both of you.

You feel his hand sink into your hair and pull you upwards so your back is pressed to his chest. "Taking me so well... Knew you could..." He ruts upwards, fingers rubbing mercilessly at your clit as he fucks you. You are sure you black out at his fingers slip into your folds and curl towards your g-spot making your whole body tremble. He groans in your ear as you whine, desperate for release again. He sucks bruises into your neck and shoulders, occasionally sinking his teeth down to leave impressions in your skin, marking you as his.

"Please...please" you beg as you teeter closer to your limit of pleasure. "Come for me, come as much as you want... Going to fill up your holes kayza..."

His talented fingers and never ceasing cock drag you to another peak and he holds you tight in place as your jerk and squirm through it. He growls again as he comes in your ass, holding himself in place making sure you don't lose a drop.

You fall to the mattress again and can't help the exhaustion that takes over your body. He climbs over you and drags your body to his. "Sleep kayza, more later..."

🌑

You awake to the feeling of fingers in you, and find his cock being guided into your mouth. You squirm and cry but he shushes you and threatens a spank. "Suck and I'll make you feel good..."

You take his cock in your mouth and he wraps his thighs around your head, trapping you in place as his tongue and fingers delve into your pussy. The focus on breathing removes any other thought from your mind, focusing you onto one task and blocking out the fear that is now dissolving in your stomach. For his part he works your body like he's known it for years, kissing your folds, nibbling and biting your sensitive thighs and curling his finger gently inside you.

His cock tightens before he releases in your mouth, almost choking you in the process. It's clear he has no intention of releasing you until you are dragged to another climax, your walls now intensely sensitive as he curls his finger beyond what you can take, until finally he releases you from the headlock and your body falls backwards.

He hovers over you, hands pressed either side of your head. He presses sloppy kisses to your face, almost like he's forgotten how to. His lips drag over your skin, leaving trails of goosebumps in his wake. He pulls back to look at you. "Open your mouth" he says and you comply. "You swallowed it?" He growls and you nod, feeling suddenly embarrassed even though you shouldn't.

"Next time hold it, I want to see it..."

Your cheeks redden and you shiver again. Next time? You felt sure it was almost over. But the look on his face suggests not. He follows up by spitting in your mouth and squeezes your cheeks, making it drop over your lips and chin.

"It's like you were made for me kayza... So perfect.... So soft and sweet..."

🌑

He let you sleep for a while, and during that time he was summoned. They spoke in Russian and he took on the role of submissive. He nodded and was led out of the room with heavily armed guards.

Maybe while he was gone they would set you loose? You didn't know anything, you were innocent.

But you waited hours. At some point a meal was shoved through a flap in the door. You waited for a moment but your hunger took over and you scrambled to the door and ate whatever mush was on the plate.

You wrapped a blanket around you and sat cold and silent. You didn't know which was worse. Waiting for him or being with him. You tried to understand how you let yourself surrender to him so easily. You felt like you did nothing to stop it, but what could you do? No one was here to help you and at least he seemed to care about you... In his own way.

🌑

You heard thundering footsteps heading down the corridor outside your door. With a short pause it was suddenly open and he was back in the room. You sat there staring at him as he stood staring at you.

He shrugged off his clothes and walked towards you. "Show it to me." He said, gesturing to your lower half but you couldn't move. "Kayza, be good or I can be bad..." You exhaled and dropped your thighs open and he hissed as your swollen pussy leaked out his release. He dipped his hand down and rubbed making you whimper at the touch.

Once he was naked he laid back on the bed next to you. His hands drifted over your body where you sat until he was pulling you into place, sitting on his body. "I can't, it's too sensitive..." You pant as he lifts you up by the thighs and guides you to sit on his fat cock.

"No, no, you take it, you can..." You can't escape his grip as he drags you down with one hand and guides his cock into your heat. Your hands grip at his chest and you cry out as he stretches you. You gasp for air and he just holds you still, shushing you as you are overwhelmed.

"You're made for this. Look at you... Still taking me all the way..." He lets his soft hand drag over your body, squeezing here and there, pinching your nipples until they are swollen and sore from his actions. He rolls his hips experimentally and even he can't cope with the way your walls clamp down on him. "Fuck, that's right... It's just want you like huh?"

He stops again, letting you calm down before rolling again. He keeps this torturous pace, stopping and starting until tears track down your face and the only thing keeping you up is his hands around your throat.

"Did they touch you while I was gone zayka?" He whispers, hands squeezing slightly tighter, hips thrusting slow but deep. "N...no...no." He growls again as your eyes roll in your head. "Tell me why... Why did they leave you alone?"

"Because....ah..b...because I belong....to you."

He drags you forward and crashes his lips to yours in a primal kiss, you return it clumsily, moaning in his mouth. His hand reaches round and presses into your ass as he ruts. "That's right.....mine."

🌑

Time passes, probably days but they are a blur to you. He leaves and returns once more, the rest of the time he uses you, holds you and occasionally you sleep.

Until one day he goes, and he's gone for a long time. Your only sign of life is the weird meals that pass through the door every several hours.

Eventually someone opens the door. Not the soldier. A guard of some type. He throws a gown at you and leads you to a quiet room with a scary looking chair. Are they going to kill you now.

Despite the horror of the situation, you find yourself wishing for him. At least he was gentle, these guards did not look gentle.

Suddenly he is marched into the room and thrown into the chair. You watch horrified as he is strapped down, a glassy look in his eye. He looks at you briefly, a flare of possession and recognition shot towards you.

"We are going to wipe his memory, but we can't deny the effect you've had on him. Kept him much calmer than the others before you." A guard explains as doctors whizz around the room, pressing various buttons.

"If he remembers you, little kayza," he mocks, "then you can live. If not..." He cocks his gun near you and you shiver. An impossible fate lies ahead of you. Death or life, but what kind of life would it be?

You are forced to watch on as he screams during the process. Tears track down your face in fear, for both of you. Clearly he is as much a prisoner as you.

Finally the ordeal ends. They speak to him in hushed tones as various plates of metal are removed from his body. You are pushed forward into his eyeline.

Your heart is in your throat as he stares at you. Will he remember?

#dark!bucky x y/n #dark!bucky barnes #winter soldier au #dark winter soldier #bucky x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky imagine #bucky smut

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hoosurdaddy · 2 years

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Head.

Bucky Barnes x Reader.

(TW: Implied sex, Implied Affair with Tony Stark, Implied Murder, blood, head (clearly in the title).)

20/4/22.

You had been sitting in the living room, texting, when Bucky got home from work. He smiled at You as he entered. "Hey baby." Bucky smiled, walking towards were You were sitting on the couch. "You okay?"

"Yeah." You sighed, tossing your phone onto the table. Bucky frowned, noticing You were a bad mood. He knew how to cheer You up after a long, hard day.

His lips turned into a smirk. "Want head?"

At first, You just smirked and nodded, settling into the couch as you began removing your trouser. Then You noticed the blood pouring behind his back.

"Bucky, what the fuck is that."

Instead of answering your question, Bucky threw a decapitated head upon your lap. You were too shocked to even scream.

It was the head of your now deceased lover, Tony Stark.

"That's the motherfucker you've been sleeping with." Bucky snapped. "The next time you decide to cheat on me, it will be your head, understood?"

#dark!bucky barnes #Dark!Bucky Barnes x Reader #dark!bucky au #dark!bucky x y/n #dark!bucky x you #dark!bucky x reader #dark!mcu

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dungeonpuppykai · 9 months

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|| Bliss ||

Pairing: Dark Ex-Winter Soldier!Bucky Barnes | Brat Princess!Reader.

Disclaimer: I (unfortunately) do not own Bucky Barnes or the Winter Soldier arc. This story contains dark and mature content so browse at your own discretion, please. Minors do not interact.

Warning(s): Dub-con, Dark!Bucky, arranged marriage, Brat!Reader, Brat Tamer!Bucky, stockholm syndrome, house wife kink, breeding kink, p-in-v sex, doggy style, degradation, power imbalance, spanking, hair pulling, slight nipple play.

Note: Thank you so much for the love that you all gave this story. Feedback that isn't straight up hate is always much appreciated 🩷

STORY MASTERLIST

James entered the cottage that he'd built for his wife -then just a desire- and himself away from the hassles of the city centre and all his workers in the Estate that the King had gifted him. His pride would never have allowed him to live with her in a house that wasn't truly his.

Theirs.

She might have been a Princess in her previous life but now she was his wife above anything. And so she was to obey all his decisions and take whatever he allowed her with gratitude.

Besides, he loved to watch the once proud and oh-so-fancy little former Princess of his struggle with basic daily life tasks and chores around their cottage since he was the bread runner and took care of the outdoor activities. Punishing her each time she messed up because he deserved better than a clumsy little careless wife who couldn't even properly care for her husband who worked so hard was the fun side of it.

She was his little outlet to take his frustrations out on.

"OhmyGod, hubby, you scared me!" Y/n almost shrieked when he suddenly wrapped his arms around her from behind, using the name he demanded she call him by. One that she initially had been reluctant to use. But now, after much training it effortlessly rolled off her tongue by habit. Her pretty eyes that James loved to stare into while fucking the daylights out of his wife were carefully fixed on the recipe book as she finalized dinner, whining and trying to wiggle away when he pressed his hard cock between her ass cheeks.

He had been in a mood since this morning.

"How many times have I told you that you don't have to worry about anyone sneaking up on you so long as you're under my wing, sweets?" James pressed soft kisses up her shoulder and into the junction of her neck, making her jump up from the scratch of his short stubble that created a ticklish effect. "I am the only one who can truly protect you and I always will."

"Jaaaaames~!" Y/n pouted and whined when the kisses that followed his words turned more demanding, teeth nibbling at the marked skin of her neck. "Pleeeease! I cannot concentrate this way! I will mess it uuuuup!" She struggled to make sense of the final lines of the recipe.

"Tsk, you've one job. And you can't even do that properly, Mrs. Barnes?" His hands desperately groped and grabbed everywhere they could under her dress. "Now don't go off misbehaving like a bad wife, you know very well what happens to them." James warned in a darker tone, pushing the upper half of her body over the counter. "Just be a good girl and perform your wifely duties honestly like I do my husbandly ones."

"But oh my God, hubby~" the Princess whined and scrunched her nose up, trying to move away from his sweaty and dusty body that contained a whole day's worth of field filth. "You stink!" The man only snickered in response to her grimace. "You need a shower!"

"What use do I have for a shower when I've a pristine little wife that I can just wipe myself clean with?" Y/n whined again at his words. She had always insulted him about how he smelt of blood and dirt, so now he made it a point of rubbing it all on her clean little Princess body every time he got home from work.

"Don't be meeeean~" she pouted, feeling him push her dress up to her waist. The warmth that James had familiarized her with started to form and settle between her hips. "I do not fancy smelling like military outposts and training grounds!" Her protests were adorable to him for he did not pay them much heed, taking them as an invitation to go even further.

"Too bad you still have to bend over and gratefully take everything your husband gives you" his eyes fluttered close as he inhaled her scent. She smelled so good. A refreshing change from the harshness of the field at the end of the day. An escape. A paradise. "Don't you like smelling like your husband, hm?"

The girl gulped at his tone and bit her lip, voice mum. "I- I do…"

"Good girl."

Mrs. Barnes gasped as she gripped the edges of the kitchen counter for support as her needy husband aligned himself against her entrance with ease since she wasn't allowed to wear her undergarments inside the house. On some occasions such as days when James was extra stressed about work the girl wouldn't even be allowed her housewife dresses, an apron the only exception inside the kitchen for safety purposes.

"Hubby~" Y/n gasped out a moan when he pushed in, biting her lips as her body tried to collapse on the counter. Were it not for the warning slap that dropped on one of her ass cheeks, she would have.

"Get to work, it's been a long day. Dinner will be on time," pulling her head back by her hair, the man pressed his lips against her ears, "or else."

"Y- Yes, hubby" her head was only released when she managed to whimpered out a response, hurriedly going back to resume her work of stirring and adding the final ingredients while her body rocked back and forth from the powerful thrusts. Mr. Barnes bit his lip as he slapped her ass that he loved so much again and again with each thrust. "Oh, Hubby, oh!" The girl cried out when she almost added salt to the already finalized gravy by accident, trying to finish her work but her husband was fucking her just so good. A true master at hitting all the right spots, he was squeezing her tits that were flying back and forth so good, the occasional spanks and praises igniting her whole body up.

As great as it all was, it also caused her head to get foggy and thoughts to scramble. Which was making the task at hand near impossible to complete.

James smirked as he watched her hang and freeze under him. "Oh dear, have I fucked you dumb already, huh?" His words made her choke his cock tighter between her walls.

He loved to watch her struggle. Even better when she was also afraid.

"You're such a dirty slut, Mrs. Barnes" the man was near and so was his wife, he could tell by how she was clenching around him. "For how mighty you used to act, you sure love being put in your humiliating little place, huh?" Flicking one of her nipples, he bit a hickey and caused her back to arch as she loudly moaned. "Huh?" It was a question.

"I do, I do, I do!" The Princess sobbed with pleasure. "Please, please, hubby! Please, needa cum!" It was another horror if she did so without his permission.

"Do you deserve it?"

"Yes! Please! Yes! Promise been good!" Y/n killed the stove with a sigh of relief when the meal finally reached the perfect condition, her legs trembling. The punishments that had followed all the times when she had messed up the dinner during after work fucks like these were fresh in her mind. "Been good!" It was the distortion in her language that made him cum so hard everytime.

Distortion that he caused.

"Go ahead then, cum." The Princess moaned loudly as she bent over the counter, her eyes shutting tight as her climax crashed over her, leaving her with nothing but a fucked out brain and ringing years.

"You know, Y/n," James rarely ever called her by her actual name, always resorting to pet names or the name she was ascribed on their wedding way, the only exceptions being either when he was serious or she was in trouble. "I can't wait to have this cozy home of ours filled with our little kids running about." He started to empty his load into her, fucking his orgasm into and up her cavern as he bent over her form from behind. "And you waddling after them, swollen with their unborn siblings."

"Me too, hubby." Mrs. Barnes panted out, turning her head sideways to face him and pressing her lips against his exhaustedly, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

This was definitely bliss at last.

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