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bucky-barnes-diaries · 1 year

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Day 23 — Overstimulation

Pairing || Stalker!Bucky x Female!Reader

Word Count || Around 700

Contents & Warnings || Smut, Dark — NSFW, 18+ Only, Minors DNI, non-con, explicit content/language, pet names, obsessive/stalker behaviour, break-in, restraints, forced orgasm, multiple orgasms, squirting, begging, praising, sex toys, mention of bodily fluids.

Disclaimer || English is not my first language so I apologise for any mistakes or misunderstandings!

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“No, no, no, pleeease,” you begged the man, but to no use, as another surge of blinding ecstasy struck you hard, making you scream and convulse on the bed uncontrollably. The restraints that held you made it impossible for you to move your hands or close your bound legs to make the painful pleasure stop, making him smirk as he watched you struggle. At this point, there was no use in fighting the man overstimulating you for his needs and sadistic pleasure.

He towered over your limp and bare body with a wicked smirk playing on his lips and darkness swimming in his eyes. There was a sinister tone laced in his voice as he spoke, with a surprising hint of softness and care buried deep in it.

“I will not stop. Not when I have you tied up and to my every mercy. I will take advantage of you and watch you come undone again and again until you're nothing but a sensitive and overstimulated mess for me.”

“I-I can't,” you sobbed at his promise of more stimulation while tears streamed down your face.

“Yes, you can. You have to, for me. I've wanted you for weeks, my precious doll. I've been watching you. Yearning for you for so long now. And now, when I finally have you, I'm never letting go.” His words made you shudder in fear and hidden desire.

He placed a light and tender kiss on your clammy cheek. His warm breath tingled your skin as he uttered his last words. “I'll take care of you, baby, I promise.”

As promised, he pressed the vibrator to your overstimulated and abused clit again, intending to make you come and squirt for him even more. He placed himself near your dripping and quivering pussy, wanting to watch very closely as he brought forth another earth-shattering and toe-curling orgasm.

He turned on the powerful toy at full strength, making you cry, and your body tensed up as an instant surge of electricity coursed through your nerves. The lines between pleasure and pain overlapped, making you almost numb to the sensation, but at the same time, you've never been so aware of your body and mind as of right now.

You began to toss and writhe on the sheets as you neared your ecstasy for what felt like the hundredth time tonight. Involuntarily, your hips bucked into the vibrator, desperate for more stimulation on your throbbing clit. You tried to grasp onto something, anything, to keep yourself firm and solid as it became too much for you to bear.

“Attagirl,” the man sneered as he observed that you were indeed needy for the stimulation despite not knowing yourself.

“O-oh my goood,” you sobbed as your mind went fuzzy and white as another intense rush of bliss and cruel pleasure travelled through each and every nerve ending in your sensitive body. Your eyes rolled back into your skull, hips thrusting up and legs shaking as your walls contracted around nothing, and your clit throbbed violently against the vibrator as it never stopped stimulating you, continuing to draw out your orgasm and making you squirt uncontrollably.

After what felt like several minutes of excruciating pleasure, you lay once more limp and sore as you panted heavily after the absolute mess the man had made of you. No thoughts in your brain whatsoever.

“You did so well, my precious doll,” he praised.

You hoped that he would show you mercy now, but it didn't seem like he was thoroughly done and satisfied with you just yet as he shoved two fingers into your deprived pussy, making you shriek, and his lips ghosted your swollen and abused bundle of nerves.

“P-please,” you begged in a whine, not even sure for what at this point—for him to stop or keep on going.

“I'm still not done with you, baby,” he murmured before taking your raw clit captive between his lips, ready to draw out even more from you until you were all used up and empty.

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slut4thebroken · 8 months

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Assorted characters x stalker!reader hcs

For some reason I’ve been obsessed with stalker!reader ideas. Like for any of my current hyperfixation crushes lol. So here are some unofficial head canons I guess

(Jason Todd, Jonathan Crane, Jackson Rippner, Spencer Reid, Stiles Stilinski, Bucky Barnes)

Jason Todd - You met him one day on the street. Some guy was being a dick and not taking no for an answer. When he started yelling, Jason intervened. And you’ve been in love with him ever since. You know that he obviously loves you too, that’s why he was so kind to you that day— that’s why he leaves his blinds open and let’s you watch him change after taking a shower. That’s why he was “careless” enough to let you find out his alter ego. Why else would he have trusted you so much to share that secret with you if he wasn’t in love with you too?

Jonathan Crane - Along the same lines as Jason. But you’re a student in his class. Everyday you sit in the front, your chin resting on your hand as you stare at him, mesmerized by his smooth voice and pretty face. You like the reaction you get when he makes eye contact and you don’t look away— he stumbles over his words and forces his gaze somewhere else while clearing his throat. His day to day life wasn’t particularly exciting, he spent most of his time on campus or at Arkham. But the one night he deviated from his usual schedule, you got all giddy and followed him eagerly. That’s how you found out your professor was the infamous Scarecrow. After learning that, you wondered if he’d ever want to test his fear toxin on you, leaving you a writhing mess for him.

Jackson Rippner - (I actually started a one shot with this plot lmao) You don’t know how a professional terrorist who stalks people for a living didn’t realize you were following him. It’s not like you’re very good at it. But you watched him watch other people, swooning when he became particularly violent on an assignment. You wondered how he’d react when he found out. Would he be flattered— impressed? Would he try to kill you? Or maybe— and this was your preferred option— he’d fuck you instead, making fun of you for being so desperate that you resorted to stalking him. He seemed like the kind of man who would enjoy degrading and humiliating you and you couldn’t wait for when that would finally happen.

Spencer Reid - Your genius professor with an IQ of 187 and three phds was entirely fascinating to you. You read anything and everything about him, including all of the cases he’s worked and any interviews he’s done. Once that wasn’t enough, you started following him around. He was so intriguing and captivating— the way he just ordered a coffee and handed the barista the money had you swooning. The first time you followed him, he had noticed you— made eye contact with you— so you made sure to be more careful. On days where he wasn’t teaching because he was away helping the BAU, you were incredibly bored and almost depressed. You missed seeing him every single day.

Stiles Stilinski - Stalking him was how you found out literally all of his friends secrets. You liked watching him talk animatedly to Scott from across the library, getting scolded by the librarian several times before being asked to leave. You liked watching him by himself, the way he fidgets with anything he can get his hands on and struggles to focus on whatever task he’s trying to complete, it’s endearing. What you didn’t like, however, was how he looks at Lydia. Every single time, you have to physical restrain yourself from walking over and bashing her head in, telling her to back the fuck off and leave him alone. Especially because she usually ends up making him sad. If he were with you, you’d always make him feel loved and appreciated. You wouldn’t act like some spoiled, airheaded tease (not the internalized misogyny lol).

Bucky Barnes - Stalking Bucky was one of the hardest things you’ve ever done. He’s so in tune with his surroundings, knows when there’s a threat before anyone else does. He also knows when he’s being followed. So you resorted to casual stalking— going to the gym when he’s there, sitting in the living room when he’s there, arguing with Sam about what to watch. You also liked watching him through the security cameras in the tower. It wasn’t as good as the real thing, but you could see the true, genuine Bucky. Not the Bucky he pretends to be around everyone else. This was the Bucky who likes romcoms, listens to music, does his best to cook, walks around in just sweatpants, not worrying about having to hide the gruesome scarring on his shoulder at the base of his metal arm— or any other scars for that matter. He has a lot of them and you ached to kiss every single one and tell him that you still think he’s incredibly handsome and pretty.

Part 2 with their reactions when they find out lol?

#stalker!reader #headcanons #jason todd #jason todd x reader #jonathan crane x reader #jonathan crane #jackson rippner x reader #jackson rippner #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #stiles stilinksi x reader #stiles stilinski #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #i’m so in love #i need all of them

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buckyscombatboots · 2 years

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Unfinished Dark!Bucky x Reader Drabble

Warning: smut, asphyxiation/choking, marking, manipulation, dark!stalker! Bucky, dark!soft dom!Bucky, Stockholm syndrome, breeding (maybe soon if I finish it)

Nicknames: Doll

I have no idea if I’m going to finish this, you’re meant to be locked in Bucky’s basement and you’ve kind of developed Stockholm syndrome and developed a dependency on him—you want him to mark you, you want him to breed you—but that because you’ve been manipulated. This is just a fragment, so the story line isn’t that obvious enjoy.

Update: This story will be continued soon in a series called ‘Now and Forever’ coming soon

His thick arm pressed to your throat holding you in place preventing your head from swivelling away from the sight on top of you. His hair moist with sweat, darkened and glued to his forehead, his steely blue eyes stare intensely down at you with uncharted amounts of passion and love-fuelled aggression as he pounds you into the mattress. The sound of skin meeting skin bounces off the walls, the force of his thrust ensuring you’ll wake up with red marks, possibly even bruises, from the impact of his hips, and you wouldn’t have it any other way; you want his mark to remain permanently on you even if only you can see it, it’s a bittersweet reminder of the steamy nights we’ve shared. The lustful scent of sex fills the room as the humidity rises high enough for the rain covered windows to steam, enabling you to dive deeper into your fantasy of the world only containing you, him and this room.

You are snapped out of your trance by Bucky lowering his head to your earlobe, his prickly stubble itching your jaw and cheek, he encompasses the shell of your ear in his mouth and nibbles down on the thin skin prompting a yelp from your lips “Come back to me doll, keep your beautiful eyes on me.” His voice deep and thick with lust goes straight to your loins causing your walls to flutter around his throbbing cock.

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gaysindistress · 6 months

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The many faces of Bucky Barnes - You belong to me

Stalker!Mafia!Bucky x reader

This is the first of five mood board I created based on Ari Abdul’s new EP, CCTV.

Should I be writing the next part of Van Helsing Retold? Yes but the ADHD said “fuck that, we’re doing this”

disclaimer: credits to original creator/poster of image/gif. found on Google/Pinterest.

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our-destiny · 1 year

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Day 10 of @creativepromptsforwriting's 30 Days Writing Challenge - Use the title: Promises made, promises kept

A/N: Stalker Bucky is back! This is a part 2 to Day 6's prompt - write about a blackout. I kind of don't like it and it feels very cringey and also doesn't really match the prompt but I tried :']

Content / Trigger Warnings: Stalking, breaking and entering(?), reader has terrible flight or fight instincts and the ending is disgusting -If I missed any please let me know

I am not responsible for the media you consume, read the warnings, minors DNI

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Word count: 887

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"You're all mine."

You haven't seen James since that night, well you haven't seen him at all, actually. When the power came back on James walked out the door and you were too scared to turn around and see what he looked like. So, his appearance is still a mystery but he hasn't been back to talk to you for three weeks, he hasn't even left you a note and the feeling of being watched is less prominent. Maybe he's finally stopped stalking you and found someone else to torment. That night still plays heavy on your mind, the hug, his words, the possessiveness that oozed from his voice. You thought he was going to come back, but wouldn't be have done so by now? Why wait? Whatever, you're just glad he's gone, no more creepy notes to find, no reason to be scared of the shadows anymore. That's what you tell yourself, anyway, yet you keep finding yourself looking over your shoulder when in dark rooms, expecting him to be standing there watching you. But he never is.

The bad weather continued, there was a storm almost every night, luckily the power stayed on every time but that didn't stop you from being terrified. Would he come back if the power went out? Was he just biding his time? No, if he was he would've kept leaving you notes. He's gone.

Tonight's storm was particularly brutal. You finally felt safe enough to turn some of the lights off in your house, the lightning was illuminating all the dark corners your lamps didn't reach. This time you were in your bedroom, your phone fully charged, ready for if the power went out. But he wouldn't come back, James was gone. You had been camping out on your bed the past hour, still scared you might find him lurking in your home, but by now you really needed a drink. Desperately. So, you plucked up all your courage (which was not a lot), and opened your bedroom door to go to the kitchen, taking your phone with you.

When you got there you half expected to see a note on your counter, but nothing was there. No notes, no James. You poured yourself a glass of water, downed it in a few gulps, just to fill it up again and make your way back to your bedroom.

When you got there and saw what was on your bed you almost dropped the glass, you would have if you weren't holding it with both hands. A piece of lined paper, folded in half. You set the glass on your bedside table, just so you could stand there and panic without having to worry about dropping it. He's back. Or maybe he never left. He was in your bedroom. It barely took you two minutes to go to the kitchen and come back and in that time he had put that note there. He's in your house. He's watching you. Has he been watching you this whole time? You thought he left. Fuck.

Finally, you settled on reading the note, though you approached it as if it were a snake about to bite you. The same messy handwriting was scribbled at the top, handwriting you hadn't seen in three weeks.

Please don't be scared. You know I'm watching you so there's no need to be scared. I'll keep you safe.

- Love, James

Right as you finished reading the room suddenly went pitch black. The power went out. And your phone... Is in the kitchen. You set it down on the counter to take a drink and never picked it up again. Wow, your survival instincts are terrible.

Just like last time, a few seconds later you heard his footsteps before you felt him. He was behind you, his hands on your hips. The left hand was cool, not quite cold but it didn't feel like blood was pumping through it. But his right hand was warm, meaning he wasn't outside recently. How long had he been in your house without you knowing about it? You didn't have time to think about it when he placed his head on your left shoulder, his right hand coming round to take the note from you.

"I can feel you shaking." He was talking just above a whisper like last time, not sounding like a stalker at all, breath fanning just below your ear. "There's no need, I'm right here."

He started slowly turning the both of you around, before gently pulling you back toward the bed. Again you froze, unable to do anything except lay down on the bed with him, his warm body spooning you from behind, again an action that was supposed to be comforting and was anything but.

"You thought I left you. I saw you. I guess it's kind of my fault for not speaking to you since that night, I should have left you something. I was planning on just giving you that note and leaving you alone tonight but then the power went out and I knew you'd be scared." It was him that scared you. But you have a feeling he wouldn't accept that fact very well. It didn't really seem like he wanted you to talk right now anyway, so you just kept quiet and stared into the darkness of the room, the occasional strike of lightning illuminating the furniture. James seemed content to ramble on whether you answered him or not.

"I hope you know I'm never gonna leave you. I'm honestly a little offended you ever thought I would. But I forgive you, I know I just haven't made myself clear enough." He paused for a second, and that was enough time for you to dread what he was going to say next.

"I said it before and I'll say it again. I'm not gonna lose you. I'm not gonna let anybody take you from me. You're all mine. And I'll keep saying it until you believe me. I promise."

You don't think you're ever going to be able to get rid of him. Not as long as he keeps that promise.

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Reblogs and comments are really appreciated <33

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softestqueeen · 4 months

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✧*̥˚ masterlist *̥˚✧

most of my fics are x fem!reader (i subconsiusly have me in mind, makes sense) but you can request fics with different dynamics!

all of my fics can also be read on my ao3: @ softestqueeen

my masterlist for my specials! -> my specials are NOT on my regular masterlist!

please MDNI!! most of my content is for a mature audience only!

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❤️‍🔥 smut 🌸fluff ⛓️ hurt/comfort 🖤 dark ✍🏻 request

✧*̥˚ BBC Sherlock *̥˚✧

i can't do this anymore! ⛓️🌸

sherlock holmes x reader When Sherlock overhears you talking on the phone, he thinks you're going to leave him.

let the light in 🌸

sherlock holmes x reader After a particularly frustrating case, all the consulting detective needs, is closeness.

misty mornings 🌸

sherlock homles x reader feat. Mrs Hudson and John Watson When Sherlock Holmes awakes on his birthday, he doesn’t expect anyone to remember it. But of course, you do.

✧*̥˚ Marvel/mcu *̥˚✧

need to be closer ❤️‍🔥🌸

bruce banner x afab!reader You love your boyfriend Bruce Banner with all of your heart but sometimes you just don‘t feel close enough. So you decide to try something new...

when you come home to us, pretty boy... ❤️‍🔥

sub!steve rogers x dom/afab!reader x dom!buck barnes It was no secret that your relationship was kinky. Even though Steve has been pleasured by Bucky multiple times, he wants you to mark him. And who are you to turn such a good boy down?

i have an idea... ❤️‍🔥

sub!steve rogers x dom/afab!reader x dom!buck barnes On the first vacation with your boyfriends, Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes, you notice the shower with a glass wall into the bedroom and immediately know how to put it to good use…

let me teach you pt. 1 🌸

steve rogers x afab!reader x bucky barnes You are a literature professor at university and your boyfriends decide to pay you a visit and listen to one of your lectures.

let me teach you pt. 2 ❤️‍🔥🌸

steve rogers x afab!reader x bucky barnes You are a literature professor at university and your boyfriends decide to pay you a visit and listen to one of your lectures. When they join you at your office, things get a little out of hand…

slipping and gliding pt. 1 ❤️‍🔥🌸✍🏻

natasha romanoff x afab!reader When the Avengers spend a day at the local water park, you start to see a certain redhead in a different light. You’ve never had anything with a woman before, but Natasha doesn’t mind showing you what feels good.

slipping and gliding pt. 2 ❤️‍🔥

natasha romanoff x afab!reader After what happened in the showers, you and Nat make a quick exit to move your fooling around to somewhere else…

natasha romanoff smut drabble

✧*̥˚ Call of Duty *̥˚✧

it's yours, princess ❤️‍🔥

simon “ghost” riley x reader x könig (cod) On a mission with König and Ghost you have to stay at a safe house. The only problem – there is only one bed.

my little flower pt. 1 ❤️‍🔥🖤🌸✍🏻

stalker!könig (cod) x reader You were just minding your business, planting some new flowers in your garden, when suddenly a (charming) man in a mask abducts you to use you for his pleasure. You are incredibly conflicted; the stranger seems to be kinda nice but also incredibly selfish at the same time.

my little flower pt. 2 ❤️‍🔥🖤✍🏻

Slowly you’re getting used to living with the man that was slowly becoming more than just the man who abducted you. You’re also getting used to the different ways he’s using and abusing your body.

do you trust me, sweetheart? ❤️‍🔥🌸✍🏻

simon “ghost” riley x afab!reader After an unsuccessful mission, you notice how tense and stressed your colleague and friend Simon “Ghost” Riley is. When you ask him how you can help him relieve some stress, things take an unexpected turn…

✧*̥˚ Haunting Adeline*̥˚✧

red roses and deadly promises ❤️‍🔥🖤🌸

zade meadows x fem!reader When your stalker, Zade Meadows, has to do some business out of town, someone new makes an unwelcome appearance. How will Zade react when someone tries to steal you away from him?

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navybrat817 · 1 year

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Bartender Bucky or Stalker Bucky. Which one is more into missionary position?

Okay, nonnie. I know I use "both" a lot for my answers, but I'm going to say it again. 😂 They both love it. And why?

Intimate with prolonged eye contact.

The stimulation. He wants you to feel good.

Pinned beneath him or tied up, you're completely surrounded by him while he dominates you.

Perfect position for kissing or whispering sweet nothings.

Can go fast or slow. Feral or tender.

And we know you like sleeping with your bartender. Haven't had the chance with your stalker yet. 😏

Love and thanks! ❤️

#navybrat answers #character ask #bucky barnes #bartender!bucky barnes #soft!dark bucky barnes #soft!dark bartender!bucky barnes #stalker!bucky barnes #yes please #sweet nonnie #sending love ❤️#asks are always appreciated

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3-cats-in-a-coat · 1 month

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Songs in the album To Bring You My Love by PJ Harvey as random characters that they remind me of:

To Bring You My Love (the song): Lily Evans Potter, Regulus Black, Sirius Black (in PoA), Lady Gotham, Talia al Ghul, Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Jason Todd, baby!stalker!Tim Drake and (regretfully because contrary to how much she shows up in this list, I don’t actually think she’s in any way innocent but I unfortunately can’t deny the amount of vibes) Bellatrix Black Lestrange.

Meet Ze Monsta: Regulus Black, Lily Evans, Bellatrix Lestrange, Lady Gotham, and (only in CoS) Ginny Weasley.

Working For The Man: Bellatrix Lestrange, Barty Crouch jr (I still hate him for what he did to Neville and his parents), Lady Gotham, Bucky Barnes, Lily Evans (it’s more like she’s dating ‘The Man’ but), Talia al Ghul (she’s trying to stop though), Bruce Wayne as Batman (‘The Man’ is actually Lady Gotham but who cares), and lastly Jason Todd as Red Hood (he is ‘The Man’).

C’mon Billy: Talia al Ghul (to Bruce, the son is Damian), Lily Evans and James Potter (to Regulus, the son is Harry, Jegulily), Tonks (to Remus, the son is Teddy, I don’t ship them but I love Teddy), Remus Lupin (wishing Sirius was alive so he could meet Teddy), and Lady Gotham (giving Bruce Wayne yet another child).

Teclo: Jason Todd, Roy Harper, Tim Drake, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, Lily Evans, James Potter, Regulus Black, Bucky Barnes, and Steve Rogers.

Long Snake Moan: Lily Evans, Remus Lupin (usually just before his time of the month), Marlene McKinnon, and Bellatrix Lestrange.

Down By The Water: (trans?) Regulus Black (obviously), Walburga Black (after Regulus died, I still hate her for what she did to her children), Sirius Black (if he saved Regulus), Lily Evans, Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd, Talia al Ghul (when she dunked Jason in The Pit), Lady Gotham, and Bucky Barnes.

I Think I’m a Mother: Lily Evans, Walburga Black, Bellatrix Lestrange, Lady Gotham, and Talia al Ghul.

Send His Love To Me: Lily Evans, Regulus Black, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Jason Todd, and Bucky Barnes.

The Dancer: Bruce Wayne, Lily Evans, Regulus Black, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, Steve Rogers, and Bucky Barnes.

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bunnyscraft · 2 years

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Run, Bunny—part two

Dark!Bucky x Reader (part one here)

Summary : Bucky listens to Steve’s advice and takes his bunny on a run.

Warnings : Dub-Con !! Daddy kink !! Dumbification !! Stalker!Bucky !! slight mean!Bucky!! Widow!Reader !! Dom/sub relationship !! Dark!Bucky !! Chase Kink !! Size kink !! DomBucky !! SubReader !!

A/N : Hi Hi !! Yes !! This is a repost !! I was not happy with my first post of this chapter. Thank you all for understanding! Xoxo

Bucky’s first encounter with you was actually your first ever encounter with the team. He knew very little about you and he had no desire to change that. The constant talk from Steve, Natasha, & Clint about how witty you were and how you would be a great new addition didn’t change his mind, it had only made him ready for the whole ordeal to be over with. That is until he actually met you.

You and Natasha were suited in your traditional Widow gear coming off the jet. He’d known you and the redhead had a past. Her training you in The Red Room and you later becoming a feared assassin that very few people could get information on, though that’s about as little as his memory would allow him.

Natasha quickly tugged your body with hers as the two of you made your way over to him and Steve. You didn’t look like a Black Widow and you definitely didn’t look like a top tier assassin. Your eyes had too much sparkle and your smile was too innocent. Hell you barely reached Bucky’s shoulders, so how could you possibly take down anyone above your own size?

You were innocent. How much? He didn’t know but he knew enough to tell you weren’t supposed to be in this line of work.

You only confirmed his thoughts when you finally made your way over to the two super soldier’s. “Boys this is (f/n) (l/n). She is basically my daughter and if any of you-“ Bucky cut Natasha off quickly extending his hand to shake your smaller one. Bucky usually wasn’t one to join in on socializing and definitely wasn’t one to go out of his way but for some reason he needed to touch you. He needed to feel your dainty but supposedly deadly hands. “James Barnes. Well Bucky Barnes. My friends call me Bucky.” He had said to you with a smirk he couldn’t hide. It satisfied him to see he had caused a nervous blush to form on your pretty face.

He knew it. Natasha was a liar. There was simply no way the bunny like girl in front of him was the same girl who worked alongside Clint and Natasha.

“Buck, Natasha doesn’t look too happy with you.” Steve had joked with a nervous smile. If Bucky had any care to look over at Natasha, who was clearly unhappy with being cut off, he would have seen what could only be described as murder in the form of a human being. But he didn’t because he simply didn’t care. He was too focused on looking at how your eyes avoided his. This sparked a feeling of irritation in him. Why wouldn’t you look at him?

Bucky’s need to figure you out continued. Bucky described it as a mission, while Steve deemed it stalking.

“Buck, you know you could always simply talk to her? She’s probably the most approachable person on the team!” Steve tried to reason his best friend only for Bucky to grunt in response. The two former soldiers were running the track that trainees often used. Bucky liked the track. It was repetitive and kept his mind from racing with wild thoughts. “What makes you think I even want to talk to her, punk?”

“I don’t know. Maybe it’s the fact that every time I actually get you to come out with me it’s always here. Running. Right next to the path my girlfriend and the girl you’re currently consumed by, go running every day.” Steve had said trying to show his concern for his friend.

Bucky suddenly stopped. An obvious case of irritation crossing over his face.

“Bucky,” the blonde said calmly as to not push Bucky’s irritation any further. “I fully support you asking her out, or befriending her or-“ he’s cut off by dramatic sigh from the brunette. “Sorry I just…I just don’t think the way you’re going about this is healthy. I know you went through her files.” Steve admitted—awkwardly scuffing his feet.

Bucky almost laughed.

‘I went through her bedroom too’ Bucky was tempted to say, just to push his nosy friend even more. Friday was down for less than an hour last week which meant he had free reign over any room he wanted to get into, but yours was the only one on his mind. He didn’t regret it. Not a single fucking bit. He didn’t gain much on your past life, your assassin days, but he did find out that his sweet little Bunny had a naughty side. Short little skirts and lacy, definitely not practical, panties being hidden away in your drawers.

“okay fine. What do you think I should do, Steve?” Bucky said. He doubted Steve had the kinda advice Bucky wanted but if it meant Steve would back off then he was willing to listen.

“Clint, Nat, and I are gonna be gone for that mission in Croatia next week. She’ll be without her running buddy. Go with her will you?”.

Bucky hummed to himself. That wasn’t actually a bad idea. Bucky grunted as the only sign of agreement and Steve seemed satisfied with that.

The two men began their run again. Bucky couldn’t help but look towards the woods to were he could hear you and Natasha laughing. Your hair messy and cheeks red. He decided then that he wanted to always see you like that. He hadn’t realized at that moment that Steve’s idea would be the best thing Bucky ever did.

You were hyper aware of your surroundings. Your body twitched at the soft and sudden sounds of a leaf falling or a branch cracking. You were aware and prepared—but he would always be better. Always stronger. Always one step ahead.

Of course—he was designed to be 110% better than the average person—And while you weren’t by any means average—you still weren’t a super soldier. You’d never fought against someone under the serum. Politicians, mob bosses, and maybe the occasional alien posing as human—but never a super soldier.

“I’m gonna get you baby~! Cmon you know I will!” His voice cut through the forest—teasing his prey. He wasn’t far but he was far enough for you to hide. No doubt he was angry about the stunt you’d pulled—you knew he wasn’t going to hold back from whatever it was he planned on doing to you.

You moved quickly, hiding in what could be the saddest hiding spot ever. But the tree you hid behind was your only option.

“What do you think I should do to ya when I find ya, Bunny? Should I kiss those pretty lips of yours? Bet you’d like that. That innocent little head of yours dream about being kissed?” He taunted—picking on your innocence.

“Or…should I fuck you? Fuck you so hard I split you open?” He boomed—growing closer by the second.

You hated yourself for instinctually slamming your legs together because yes—you did want it. You wanted all of it. You wanted to be kissed softly then fucked hard. You wanted him—even if he sparked fear within you.

He was getting closer. You had to think fast.

“Sorry Bun—but I don’t think I care about what you want. Not right now at least. So here’s what I’m gonna do…”

there was no way he couldn’t hear your heart beat, especially with him being as close as he was. You knew you had to jet.

So you ran.

A strangled screech-like whimper escaped your throat. You struggled as you were pulled back by your hair—like a kitten by the scruff of its neck. Your srunchie pulled and gone from where it had messily held your hair in a pony.

You tried to let out another cry—a louder one this time—but he was faster. He predicted it. Cold hard metal harshly muffled your cries. Your hands clawed, harshly trying to get him to release you.

You had the power, you thought. You’d taken on evil men before. Why was this so hard?

“God—you really are a Bunny! Look at you tryna’ jump away!” He mocked as hot salty tears ran down your puffy cheeks. “Aw~ Don’t pout baby—I’ll give you what you need.” His lips left a soft kiss to the side of your temple before he nuzzled his nose against your head—breathing you in.

“Fuck—you just had to run away.” He tsked, flesh hand moving from your waist up to your breast. “You never did let me say what I planned on doin’ to ya…” he mumbled before pinching one of your hardened buds—causing you to jerk in his hold.

“Well…as I was saying—I’m gonna fuck you. Gonna wreck this cute little pussy.” he growled into your ear. His cold hand left your mouth, trailing down to the beginning of your leggings—his other still roughly playing with your tits. “Gonna fuck my cum into you so hard—no one will be able to walk past you without smelling me on you, baby.”

His fingers dances along the hem of your panties before dipping in—finding your clit and pinching it harshly. You screeched at the pain—your panties growing wetter to your own embarrassment.

Your scream earned you a sudden squeeze to your throat—his hand very capable of cutting off your air supply but resting there as a warning. “Got myself a loud little bunny—don’t move. I might just snap this pretty little neck of yours if you struggle baby.” He threatened, thumb circling your clit as his index played with your gushing entrance. He had yet to fill you up and it was killing you—pushing you towards desperation.

“P-please Bucky—m’sorry please fuck me!” you tried to reason him. You knew he needed it too—His obvious erection had been rubbing against your ass.

In an attempt to make him follow through with his threats—you rubbed your ass against his hardened cock—resulted in a few curses the hand constricting your neck slightly loosening. It was slight but it was enough. You swiftly ripped him by his arm—in an attempt to disorient him—then landed a harsh kick to his chest.

Maybe you couldn’t take a super soldier but you sure could distract a horny super soldier.

He was pissed. The short look you had into his eyes was enough for you to now he most likely would snap your neck given the chance. Quickly you straddled him—locking his arms down with your thighs. It wouldn’t keep him down long.

“Bunny I’m gonna kill-“ he tried to threaten.

“Shut up—You were taking too long Daddy.” You said as you ran your hands up his chest—smirking at the moan that left him from the use of the nickname.

The twitch of his cock was the greenlight to finally let him out. Fuck. He was big—and already leaking cum from his angry red tip. How…how would this work?

His hips bucked into you—He obviously saw you staring.

“What baby? Don’t think a lil thing like you can handle it?” He pushed with that same smirk on his face. You pushed back an eye roll—ignoring him as you grabbed hold of his cock, lining it up with your slick entrance.

“Shit” you cursed—a long, almost pathetic, whine fell from your lips. You almost fell right onto his chest from the stretch—but you weren’t ready for him to win yet.

Bucky was gentle for the moment—rough hands gripping your hips as your smaller body tried to fit his. He couldn’t hold back small words of encouragement as he examined the slight bulge in your belly.

Maybe he should have fingered you—but truly, nothing could prepare your for the stretch of his cock.

“C’mon little Bunny,” he cooed as you adjusted—hands forming fist on his chest. Bucky’s right hand left your hip and softly wrapped, once again, around your delicate neck. Though this time—it was more of a comfort than a threat.

“Go on—bounce on daddy’s cock” he encouraged—and you did.

The woods were no longer filled with the chirps of birds—only the harsh slaps of skin, your whimpers, and the grunts of Bucky trying to hold back.

Suddenly cold met your hot aching clit—Bucky viciously rubbing your approaching orgasm out of you. There was no way you could last much longer—hopefully he wouldn’t either as your body was slowly giving out.

Swiftly—he flipped you both. You now under him—leaves crunching under your body and twisting in your hair.

“Daddy’s gonna fuck you so full, Bunny. Gonna let the whole team see you dripping with my cum—let ‘em’ see you’re all mine”

Soon after his dark words—stars clouded your vision and the feeling of his hot, wet seed was running down your shaky thighs.

Bucky held himself above you—the heat from his body surrounding you, forcing you into submission.

After his breathing slowed—Bucky took in your pretty face. He watched as your eyes fluttered open-then closed. He rubbed away the partially dried tear-trails that decorated your cheeks—toyed with the pinkness of your trembling bottom lip.

He knew you weren’t just some sick type of case he had to solve. He needed to know you. To understand you. Have you as his.

“Fucking hell, Bunny. I…I don’t think I can let you go. It’s like you’re made for me, baby.” Bucky mumbled, eyeing his seed as it dripped out of you.

You were exhausted—you never did processes what he had said to you then. You never heard the disturbing confessions of love he gave as he cleaned you up with what he could. No, you only felt the kisses pressed to your forehead as he removed leaves from your hair.

He kept his promise. He carried you in his arms—all the way back to the tower. Though—he didn’t let the whole team see the mess he had made of you. No he wanted that to stay for himself.

Bucky had finally claimed you as his. And hopefully—you and the world understood that.

He made a mental note to thank Steve for his advice—whether Steve would be happy with how it turned out that wasn’t Bucky’s fault.

It wasn’t Bucky’s fault his Bunny didn’t run fast enough.

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Day 29 — Knife Play

Pairing || Stalker!Bucky x Female!Reader

Word Count || Around 1200

Contents & Warnings || Smut, Dark — NSFW, 18+ Only, Minors DNI, non-con, explicit content/language, pet names, obsessive/stalker behaviour, Possessive!Bucky, kidnapping, held in basement, restraints/gag, use of knife, knife on skin/private parts (no cutting/blood), knife handle as sex toy, praising, forced orgasm, squirting, mention of bodily fluids.

Disclaimer || English is not my first language so I apologise for any mistakes or misunderstandings!

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“Finally mine. All mine.”

The man who towered over you, your capturer, spoke in such an eerie and sinister tone that you shivered on the rusty bed in nothing but your underwear—tied up, gagged, and unable to move even the slightest with tears streaming down your face.

Although the basement was relatively dark, you had a clear image of him—a wicked smirk curving on his lips and a growing darkness swimming in his eyes. He was still dressed in the same thick clothing he wore when he kidnapped you—cap and gloves included, and with his knife still in hand.

“My doll. My precious little doll. So beautiful for me.”

There was a hint of softness and care buried deep in his words, which had you slightly relieved that he maybe hadn't taken you hostage to murder you, but what his actual plans were, you didn't know, and that made you even more fearful for what this man was capable of doing with you.

“I've wanted you for so long.” He came down to your level, face inches from yours. You tried to move away from him, to cream, but to no use. You were completely trapped—a prey to its hunter. “Forever, my doll,” he muttered as he glided the blade of his knife on your tear-stained cheek. “Ever since I met you at that bar weeks ago, I've wanted you. And I know you've wanted me too, my precious one.” You shook your head no while your words were muffled against your gag.

“Don't worry. I'll take care of you till the end of time. You're safe now here with me. No one is ever going to hurt you ever again.”

This was sick, twisted and macabre, yet there was a tiny fibre of your soul that clung and yearned for his soft and wicked tenderness.

“It's ok,” he ghosted the blade on your delicate skin, moving the knife downwards, across your throbbing pulse point, until it rested on your clavicle, “you will understand soon enough, my doll, that this was meant to be.”

With the flick of his wrist, the sharp blade cut through your bra strap, making you shut your eyes tightly as he started his journey of exposing your most private parts from the protective covers that clung to your body with his trusted knife.

“I need to see you, all of you.”

He cut through the rest of your flimsy bra, taking the shredded material off you and revealing your breasts into the room's cold air, making your nipples harden.

“So beautiful,” he mumbled against one nipple, ghosting his lips on it while his knife so very delicately circled the other.

You tensed up at his action. Heart hammering violently in your chest as your fear heightened that he was going to do some severe harm to you, but he was expertly steady with it, never cutting any of your skin.

He continued down the valley of your breasts and across your stomach. His lips followed along where his knife went. You could feel the coldness of the blade. It ever so lightly touched your skin but never broke its barrier, your capturer so steady with his hand throughout the torturous journey.

The fear factor brought a tingling sensation to your core, dampening up your panties. You felt so shameful that deep down, this was turning you on—being so powerless and to the mercy of such a monstrous man.

“God, you smell so exquisite, my precious doll,” he mumbled as he nuzzled his face into your covered core while his knife teased the hem of your panties.

Your nerves jolted when he cut them up and discarded the torn fabric, leaving you completely exposed in the cold air for this cruel man to do as he pleased, and there was nothing you could do to stop him.

Your slickness ran down your thighs and wet the bedding, making the man chuckle in satisfaction. “See, how wet you are for me. I know you want this just as much as me, doll.”

He ghosted the blade on your messy fold, and you tried to close your legs at the dangerous act, but to no use as the restraints were tight and forceful.

“Such a pretty pussy you have, my precious doll. I can't wait to make you cum and squirt for me,” he muttered against your thigh and pressed the knife's handle to your opening. Without warning, he sheathed it inside your wet cunt, making you shriek against the gag at the stinging pleasure.

He was kind enough to let you get accustomed to the handle in you before he began his pleasurable torture. Slow at first, very pleasing and gentle to get you used to the motions. But once he really started moving, he didn't hold back—his goal was to make you a mess in a matter of moments to see how quickly he could push you.

He fucked you so furiously with it. Your pussy squelching and contracting around the handle with each motion. The growing pressure in your lower stomach builds with each second. It was so good, so painfully good, that it had you question your sanity due to how morbid the scenario actually was.

Once he pressed his leather-covered thumb on your aching clit and massaged it in tantalising circles, you lost your absolute mind. Your eyes fluttered, and your mind went fuzzy while your legs tightened up to brace for the inevitable that was nearing—an earth-shattering and toe-curling rush of bliss.

A surge of blinding and intense ecstasy struck you hard once the coil in your stomach ruptured, making you convulse on the bed and yank on the restraints as a gush from your quivering cunt made a complete mess on the knife and sheets. Your eyes rolled back, and your legs shook violently as it consumed the entirety of you for what felt like hours of sadistic pleasure.

“You're unreal, my precious doll.” The man observed you in awe as you fell apart before him, and a smirk decorated his face as he watched you struggle through the pleasure.

You lay limp on the mattress once he was done with you. Eyes heavy and tired. Body sore and used up. Your mind floating someplace else that wasn't in the here and now.

He pulled out the knife handle from your tight hole. Your walls fluttered around nothing, desperate for more once you were empty. The man placed the knife on your stomach and growled like a hungry animal when he eyed your dripping and quivering cunt. He licked a broad stripe through your swollen and abused folds, moaning against you while you sobbed against the gag due to the overstimulation.

“God, you taste so exquisite, my precious doll,” the man praised before laying a tender kiss on your engorged bundle of nerves.

He got up from the bed, his dark frame towering over you once more. “Stay here, I'm gonna get some more things, and then the real fun can begin,” he grinned darkly before leaving you all alone and afraid.

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