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nickfowlerrr · 1 year

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pairing: dark!stucky x curvy!reader

warnings: 18+ ONLY. kidnapping. noncon/dubcon. only bucky x reader smut. pet names. if i’m missing something important pls lmk!

words: 6.3k

notes: this is what i wrote when my power went out on christmas lmao. if this does well and people like it i’d definitely consider a part two with more stucky smut - just let me know if you guys like this and would read a continuation. 🖤thank you in advance for reading! as always, comments and reblogs are welcome and appreciated!

One click. No flame. Another click. Still nothing. Huffing, you readjust your hold of the lighter. The smell of Christmas already permeating the air, the aroma from the opened but still unlit candle bringing you the slightest bit of ease.

It was cold already and now with the heater out, it was biting. Regrettably your blankets were still sitting in your washer, and with the lack of power, they’d be there until it came back on and you could get them in the dryer.

You made to ignite the lighter again and it finally gave you a flame. Once you had your candle lit, you eased back down onto the couch. The sun was setting and the chill from outside was already seeping into your apartment. Pulling your knee highs back up, you sighed, taking in the darkness that would soon swallow you completely.

So much for finishing that stupid puzzle. You couldn’t see anything. The rattling of the balcony door pulled you out of the silence and had the pit that was already growing in your stomach grow deeper.

Voices from outside, coming from the hallway distracted you from the unpleasant shaking of the door. It was the wind, you knew that, but with each moment, it grew darker and darker and the unexpected noise was unsettling to say the least.

You were alone. And the solitude was welcome, mostly. That underlying, gnawing feeling of loneliness that was somehow always there, no matter how hard you tried to shake it, was starting to get the better of you. Momentarily. Always passing eventually. Or, more accurately, always shoved back down eventually.

The darker it got, you somehow found yourself settling further and further into it. As if it was welcoming you back. The silence, the flicker of the candle, the scent of pine and vanilla softly filling the room. This was okay. This was nice, even.

You felt yourself beginning to doze off, but the cold worked to keep you awake.

It wouldn’t be too long before they got it back on. An hour, tops. Then you could dry your blankets, maybe get a few more pieces of the puzzle put together before you slunk back into bed. A very merry christmas, indeed.

Sun was completely set now, no shadows coming in from the windows. No more watching the swaying of the trees outside. Just flickers of the candle flame dancing along the wall.

Then you heard it again. The rattling. If you had your tv on, or music playing, you were sure you wouldn’t have heard a thing. But in the silence, even a quiet disturbance was audible. Then there was that feeling again. That pit in your stomach. Something’s not right, it called.

Paranoia. That’s all it was.

Intuition, your mind argued.

It was Christmas night, most people were still gone for the holiday weekend, your building near desolate. Who would it be? When do crimes even happen here? It was ridiculous to worry. It’s the wind. Of course it’s the wind.

The creaking that sounded next, though. That wasn’t as easily explained. You froze, just listening. To ensure you heard what you thought you did. Was someone on the balcony? How would that even be possible? You waited. And waited. No more noise. But something was telling you not to let it go. You stayed seated, curled up into the corner of the couch, just staring at the door. You couldn’t see it clearly, the flame not strong enough to illuminate that far from its place on the coffee table. But you could see enough. Enough that as you watched, you suddenly saw the handle move, as if someone outside was opening it.

You always wondered how you’d react in situations like this. Flight or fight, what would you do?

Neither, apparently.

Because you didn’t move. You were like a deer in headlights.

Right, freeze response. You’d forgotten about that possibility. There was another, too, actually. What was that one called? You couldn’t remember.

F..it starts with an f…

The whole while you were trying to think, your eyes were trained on the door. You just watched. Watched as the figure cloaked in darkness let themselves into your apartment. Did they know you were here? Would they care? You weren’t even sure you were breathing as you stayed as still as possible. Maybe the darkness would conceal you. This stranger would take whatever they wanted, and you just prayed the lights would stay out until they were gone. Just be still. Be silent. Not that you could move or make a sound if you’d wanted to. It was like you were paralyzed by fear. The figure didn’t seem to notice you, not even looking in your direction.

The candle. The candle was lit. Was this person oblivious? It was a dead give away that someone was home. The intruder stayed quiet, didn’t seem interested in anything as he walked from the balcony door, across the living room to the front door.

Without thinking, your body was moving of its own accord. You rushed quietly behind them, into the hallway, still encompassed in the dark. You felt your way to your room as fast as you could without running into any walls or making sound.

Your front door opened, and you were confused now. Were they leaving? What was the point of breaking in in the first place?

“Took you long enough.”

The voice of a man, husky and gruff sounded from the front room.

“Shut up,” another man spoke, irritation clear in his voice. “Lock the door.”

Your brain stopped working for a moment. Two voices? Why were there two voices? Why were these men here? Do they know you’re here? What do you do now? Run? Hide? Where was your phone?

Dead. Right. It had died right before the power went out, you’d put it to charge but obviously that wasn’t happening at the moment.

A flash of light hit the hallway as the men walked past back into the living room. You didn’t want to move. Your room was so close, but you didn’t want to risk making a sound and bringing any attention to yourself. So you stayed frozen.

“How is breaking and entering into a crappy apartment supposed to be a christmas gift?” one of the men asked.

“It’s what’s in the apartament that’s the gift,”

“What’s in the apartament?”

“I should’ve worded that better,” the second man corrected. “Not what, but who.”

Three seconds behind. You were running on a delay now. Who?

You.

Three seconds.

Two sets of footsteps down the hallway.

One beam of light shining right at you.

Frozen. For a moment. No noise escaping you. The light too bright, blinding you as you winced. You still couldn’t see them. Not clearly. But they were tall. Bulked. You wouldn’t be able to get away from them if you tried. Funny how that thought came to you just a few seconds after you did.

Arms wrapped around your middle, and you were suddenly being pressed against one of the men as he held you, your back to him, keeping you tight against his chest. Still no sound leaving you. Just breathing, heavy breaths coming progressively quicker.

“Ah ah, princess,” he tutted in your ear as you stared wide-eyed into the darkness before you.

You fell asleep. That’s what happened. This was a dream. Just a bad dream, and you’d wake up any second now. That was the only explanation. Because this wasn’t happening. This couldn’t be happening.

“Don’t cry, dove,” he soothed. “Not gonna hurt you, just wanted to introduce you to a pal of mine.”

You hadn’t even noticed the tears as they began welling in your eyes. He was speaking as if you knew each other. Like he knew you, intimately. The tone of his voice, the apparent affection. It was decidedly unnerving.

Your name fell off his tongue as if he’d spoken it a million times before, sending a chill through you as a small whimper finally managed to escape you. The flashlight was now shining on the man you were made to face. Dark hair, stubble on his jaw, piercing blue eyes cutting straight through you. You’d consider him pretty if this was a meeting under different circumstances. There was a look of contemplation on his face as he considered you. His gaze flicked from you to the man still holding you, a question clear in his eyes. Question.. or maybe an accusation.

“This is Bucky,” the man introduced. “I think you two are gonna get along real well,” he sounded almost excited. There was a tense moment of silence after he spoke, your eyes seemed glued to Bucky, your lip wobbling as you stood stock still against the stranger behind you. A painful squeeze of his arms around your waist, and you could feel his strength in his movements. You were sure he could break a rib, crush you easily if he wanted to. His hand gave your waist a squeeze as if he was waiting for you to do something.

“You’re normally so polite, princess. Use your manners. Say hello,” he instructed harshly. Normally so polite. Do you know this man? You started racking your brain for suspects, obviously someone you knew, someone you’d met.. Then suddenly your cheek stung, and you were brought back to the situation. He just slapped you? You blinked at Bucky, seeing him again as you refocused on reality.

“Hello,” you uttered weakly, breathily. You barely heard yourself.

Bucky narrowed his eyes at you, his mouth slightly agape as if he wanted to say something. He didn’t. His eyes shifted back to his friend instead.

“This is your idea of a Christmas present?”

“I’m telling you, Buck, you’re gonna love her. She’s the sweetest thing, you’ll see,” he insisted, you could practically hear him smiling as he spoke of you like you weren’t even there. “She’s exactly what we’ve been looking for. She’s perfect.”

It was like your brain just couldn’t quite compute what you were hearing. You couldn’t make sense of it. All your thoughts were still trying to guess who this man holding you was. The maintenance man who came over last week for the leak? No, his voice was way deeper and he was stoutly. The guy at the grocery store who stopped you on your way to your car just to tell you how pretty he thought you were? He wasn’t nearly as built as this man was, you could feel his solid chest against your back, his biceps around you were muscular, nothing like the guy from the store. Was it the bookstore? The place you went to get your oil change? Hell, the drive thru worker from last night? You had no idea. You couldn’t place the voice anywhere.

“We’ll see about that,” Bucky groused. “Let her go, Steve, she’s not gonna run. Are you, sweetheart?” he directed at you.

Frozen. You opened your mouth ever so slightly to speak, but no words fell out. You blinked once. Twice. Finally you managed to shake your head, it was almost imperceptible, but he accepted it. Steve’s arms fell from around you as Bucky took a step closer. You didn’t move, didn’t even think to. Not even as the power kicking back on served as a distraction for half a second. You stayed where you were, only wincing again at the lights coming on. You could see him better now. He was dressed in all black, the darkness of his clothing and hair only made his eyes that much more striking.

“You got a pretty face,” he said appreciatively, his lip twitching upward slightly. You didn’t know why you couldn’t look away, your eyes locked on him.

There was a loud bang, you jumped at the crashing sound, turning to watch Steve as he proceeded to trash your living room. As your eyes landed on him, it took you a moment to put it together. Steven. So you did know him, albeit vaguely. Every Wednesday, without fail, you’d somehow arrive at the coffee shop you frequented at the same time he would. He’d always hold the door for you. You never really spoke, but he seemed so nice. Chivalrous.

What was he doing? What was happening? Why?

Your television hit the floor as you gaped at the sight.

“What?” you breathed out, confused.

“Sorry, gotta make it look like there was a struggle. Don’t worry, you won’t miss a thing,” Steve assured you.

“I don’t- I don’t understand,” you started babbling. “What’s- why are you - what do you want? Why are you here? What’s happening, I don’t - I”

Gloved hands were on your arms as you began sputtering, turning you to face Bucky once again. His hand found your cheek, cupping your face gently as he looked you in the eye.

“Nothing you need to worry about, doll. We don’t wanna hurt you. So you’re gonna be good and listen to every word we tell you, won’t you?”

You kept staring at him, bloodshot doe eyes meeting his sharp, icy blue ones. You didn’t respond, but you allowed him to nod your head for you as you maintained eye contact.

“Good girl,” he smirked. “We’re gonna let Steve do what he needs to do and you’re gonna show me where your room is,” he instructed, turning you to face the hallway.

You walked without thinking, just doing as he told you. You didn’t want to make matters worse.

Flipping the light on, you entered the room. Bucky followed close behind you and moved further in even as you stopped right past the door.

“You got any preferences for clothes?” he asked as he looked in your closet. “We have some stuff, but I’m not sure they’ll fit you,” he said, looking you up and down. “Yeah,” he continued, agreeing with himself, “doubt it.”

You were just standing there like an idiot as he rifled through your belongings. You don’t know how much time passed before he got your attention again. He whistled as he held up a piece of lingerie from your drawer. He turned and held it up in front of you.

“I can see it,” he simpered. “You buy this for someone special, doll? Or maybe someone special bought it for you?” he prodded.

You simply shook your head, looking down now trying to avoid his lecherous gaze. He didn’t force you to speak, and you got the feeling he liked the fact you didn’t. Liked that you were being so obedient for him already. He shoved the lingerie into the duffle bag he’d found in your closet which he had already filled with a bunch of random clothes.

“I don’t know if we’re gonna be able to swing back around here,” Steve said casually as he entered the room. “If there’s anything important you want to bring, I’d grab it now, princess,” he told you.

“Where am I going?” you asked cautiously.

“You’re coming with us. We have our place all set up and ready for you. You won’t have to worry about a thing,”

“Time’s ticking, sweetheart. You heard Stevie, you want to bring something specific, go get it.”

You couldn’t think. They were taking you somewhere. They were packing your things. Steven , Steve, said you were perfect, but perfect for what? You then started to fret over leaving something behind. What if you really never came back here, what if all your things were just gone once you left with them. What do you grab, what should you take with you? That was easier to focus on.

You walked slowly over to your bed and grabbed your throw blanket, it was a security blanket, really. You never slept well without it. You watched as Steve walked into your bathroom with his phone out, he was taking pictures of your toiletries and beauty items. He must have felt your eyes on him because he looked back at you, smiling when he met your gaze. “We’ll get you new stuff, you don’t have to worry about bringing any of this.”

“This is going a lot smoother than it normally does,” Bucky said skeptically as he watched you give nearly no reaction.

“I told you, Buck. She’s perfect,” Steve repeated, smirking now as he turned back to continue making note of your things. “That’s what happens when we’re patient and wait for the right one instead of just trying to make random girls work,” he said, seeming to try and point a finger at his partner.

“She’s not putting up even a little bit of a fight,” Bucky mused aloud as he approached you, ignoring Steve and eyeing you darkly. “Why is that, doll?” he asked.

A few more steps and he was directly in front of you, eyes bearing into your own.

“Oh,” he breathed, a wry smile creeping on his lips. “I see it now,” his hands were on your face, holding you as he stared deeply into your bleary eyes, “you’re terrified, aren’t you?”

A broken whimper broke past your lips as you began to tremble slightly. Things were catching up now. The gravity of your situation, the insanity and brazen entitlement of these men in your home, speaking of you like you weren’t able to hear them, talking about taking you with them, how ‘perfect’ you were, the realization of it all, everything compounding, slamming into one another, sending you reeling.

It felt like only fifteen seconds had passed since you watched the balcony door open. How did all of this happen so quickly? It was like you weren’t even there. Just watching everything from an outsider's perspective. Passive. You were so passive.

You just wanted them to leave. You didn’t want to fight them, what point was there in that. You didn’t want to try and run, again, what would be the point? It was clear you weren’t getting away from them and they weren’t planning on leaving you. The only thing you could do was...nothing. Just let them do as they wanted, and try not to make things worse for yourself. Don’t provoke them or put yourself in more danger. They said they didn’t want to hurt you. All you had to do was listen. Just listen, you repeated over and over in your head.

The pressure of Bucky’s hands on your face increased slightly, the material of his gloves rough against your skin as he wiped at the stray tears that had started to fall again. All you could do was nod. He was right. You weren’t doing a thing to stop them because you were scared. You were utterly terrified.

“That’s okay, sweetheart. You’re doing perfect, listening real well, doing what we tell you,” he praised. “You know, Stevie, this just might be the best gift you’ve ever given me,” he called to his partner while he continued staring, his eyes taking in every detail of your face, lingering on your pouty lips.

You were a present. Not a person. At least not to them.

“Let’s see just how obedient you can be,” he said, his voice lower, darker. He was even closer now, you could feel the heat radiating off of him as he was nearly right up against you. Your chest was heaving from your stuttering breaths. Dread setting in the pit of your stomach as his touch left your cheeks and instead drifted down your body.

“Not here, Bucky.” Steve’s harsh words had Bucky’s hands halting in their exploration.

He sucked his teeth before taking a step back and turning to face Steve.

“You can wait another two hours,” Steve griped before turning his attention to you, softening slightly. “That’s all you want to bring, princess?”

“Why are you doing this to me?”

The question left your mouth before you even registered it as a thought. You saw Steve’s jaw clench as he narrowed his eyes ever so slightly at your question. If you had to worry about stoking someone’s ire, it was clearly Steve’s. He worked to calm himself, taking a breath before he responded to you.

“I guess we haven’t really explained what’s happening here, have we?

See, Buck and I, we’ve been looking for a pretty little dove like you for a long time, now. But they were just never right. We gave up for a bit, decided the right girl would come along when she was ready. And then I walked right into you one morning. You remember it, don’t you? You were walking into the coffee shop as I was coming out. I wasn’t really paying attention, it was completely my fault, but you were so sweet.. Caring, understanding. Those are rare traits nowadays, ya know. I’m not sure exactly what it was about you that struck me, but I just knew..

I knew you were the one for us. Kept an eye on you for a while, I wanted to learn more about you, get to know you better. And turns out you’re as sweet as I thought you were. Lonely as us, too. We’re the perfect fit. I could see just how much you needed someone.

The number of times I’ve had to watch you cry all alone from the outside looking in, it was like torture,” he confessed as his hands were suddenly on your face, wiping at your tears. You hadn’t even registered him getting closer, didn’t notice him brushing past Bucky to take the spot he had been in, in front of you. “But you won’t ever have to do that again. You won’t be alone anymore, not with us. It’s a win-win situation, princess. You get to get out of this shithole, leave all the stress behind you, no more responsibilities - aside from taking care of us. But we’ll be taking care of you, too. I know this might seem scary, sudden, but it’s for the best, I promise. For all three of us,” he finished, looking back at Bucky who’s eyes were still set on you.

When Steve finally backed away from you, granting you some space, Bucky was quick to return to your side. He was intent on you, not wanting you to get very far from him, though you were hardly moving.

After Steve trashed the rest of your apartment, Bucky had the thrown together bag of clothes slung on his shoulder, ushering you in front of him to trail behind Steve.

When you’d made it downstairs to the parking lot of your complex, you were led to a sleek, blacked out fully tinted SUV. Steve went to the driver’s side and Bucky opened the back door for you. He helped you in and then climbed in right next to you. You heard Steve scoff as he looked back at him, but he didn’t say anything as he started the car and drove out of the lot.

You stared ahead blankly as the car made its way through and out of town, you were aware of the men talking back and forth, but the conversation didn’t include you - at least not that you heard. You were sure Steve would make it clear if he was expecting an answer from you, the way he had earlier, so you let yourself zone out.

What had you done wrong?

How did you find yourself in this position? It was Christmas. You were alone and vulnerable. How long had Steve been watching you? How long had you been a target and you hadn’t even realized?

Fuck, you were so stupid. Stupid, pathetic, and pitiful.

You didn’t even try to get out of this, just went along with them.

The feeling of a gloved hand settling on your leg brought you back to reality for the moment, looking down just as Bucky squeezed your thigh.

“If I had let me in on your plans, I could’ve gotten some stuff ready for her,” he spoke to Steve as his hand idly toyed with the top of your knee highs.

“What we have already will be fine for now. Besides, I didn’t wanna spoil the surprise.”

There was a beat as Bucky fiddled with your stockings, contemplating as he brushed his gloved fingers over your exposed skin.

“What’s our ETA?” he asked Steve.

“Another hour.”

He nodded, a hint of a smirk on his lips, “More than enough time,” Bucky responds smoothly, pulling you onto his lap just the same as you yipped in surprise.

“Jesus Christ,” Steve mutters.

“Don’t be jealous Stevie, you’ll get your turn, too. She’s my present isn’t she? You got your gift earlier, why can’t I have mine now?”

“She’s ours,” he nearly growled in response.

“Guess that means you still owe me one, then,” he taunted back while his hands found your ass, groping you through the material of your shorts while you stayed as still as possible on his lap, though the lull of the car driving down the interstate didn’t make that an easy task. You eventually grabbed onto his shoulders to keep yourself upright as Steve passed yet another car, the speed threatening to send you into the door if not falling forward on top of Bucky.

Your unintentional wiggling had Bucky groaning and you could feel his erection growing beneath you.

“You make a mess back there, you’re cleaning it,” Steve warned.

All you could focus on, despite your every attempt not to, was the feeling of Bucky’s hands on you as you were forced onto his lap. Grabbing at your ass, running under your shirt, up and down your back, along your waist, gripping your wide hips as he began rocking you atop him. His bulge was rubbing against you with every move and though you tried to fight it, a stirring.. a tingling sensation in your core began to overshadow your fear and disgust.

Your hands were holding tightly onto him, one hand on firm muscle, the other seeming to cling to something more solid. It was an arm, but not one made from flesh and bone.

Bucky’s hands still on your hips suddenly forced you to sit fully down on him. You could feel his strength in the movement, you didn’t consider for a second trying to stop his hands as they slid down into the back of your bottoms, knowing it wouldn’t stop him. He grabbed your ass, his eyes hungry as he stared at you. He swiftly moved his hands up your back and pulled the hem of your top up and off of you in a flash.

You felt exposed and more scared than you’d been earlier, but deep down you had to have known this was coming. Of course it was.

He grabbed your breasts through your thin bra, kneading them in his still gloved hands. He took a second to finally rid himself of them and when you saw the metal of his left hand, you couldn’t help the audible breath you took as he brought it directly to your throat, squeezing enough to have you shiver but not to interfere with your breathing. He smirked as you subtly sank into him further with the show of dominance before he let his hand wander down and around your back to unclasp your bra.

Pulling the bra off of you easily, he pushed you back so you were up against the passenger’s seat as he ogled your chest. His hands wandered from your throat down to the waistband of your shorts, squeezing you, tickling you, playing with your breasts and teasing your nipples before he pulled you closer again, his head falling to your chest as he took one into his mouth. You worked hard to stifle the moan that threatened to escape when he suckled at you. His touch was all consuming and overpowering. The warmth of his mouth on your breasts, the way he held you to him, keeping your hips rocking against his as he groaned against your skin.

You were completely defenseless and had no plans of trying to fight back, no plans at all to try and stop it from happening. What good would it do? You’d let him have his way, do whatever it was he wanted to do and just get it over with.

He pulled off of you just as Steve sped around another car, you fell forward into Bucky, not bothering to right yourself, just letting your body rest against his, your head on his chest now. His hands found the waistband of your bottoms again and he worked to get them down your thick legs, not an easy task in the position he had you in. He barely managed to get them past your ass before he unceremoniously lifted you nearly over his shoulder and over the seat so you were leaning over him as he tugged them the rest of the way down. You were only then vaguely aware of your lack of shoes, briefly you wondered how you didn’t notice that when you first left your apartment. Your thong sliding down your calves, over the knee highs he left on you, had you refocusing on what was currently going on. You heard his zipper and felt him messing with his pants and it was only another second or two before you were pulled right back down onto Bucky’s lap, a mix between a gasp and a moan escaping you and a hiss escaping Bucky as his firm, hard cock pulsed against your bare pussy.

“Sit,” Bucky ordered firmly. You inched down only a bit more, earning a slap to your ass before he spoke again, “Sit. Down,” he growled.

You obeyed without another word, sitting fully on his exposed lap, the zipper of his pants rubbing against your skin as you did.

“Good puppy,” he praised darkly as he grabbed your face, pulling you to him and forcing eye contact. “I don’t like repeating myself, sweetheart. We’ve only just met, so I’ll give you a free pass this time. And I know you won’t do it again, will you, doll?”

“No,” you ekked out breathily, feeling the tears renew in your eyes. You shuddered as he kissed your temple before reaching between you and grabbing his cock, pumping himself once before he had you lift up for him, placing himself at your entrance. You squeezed your eyes shut tightly, your arms wrapped around his neck, the only thing keeping you steady as the shame of your arousal consumed you.

“Pussy’s all nice and wet for me, already, huh?” he teased.

You had nowhere else to go so buried your face in his neck, trying desperately to hide from the humiliation. His hands were on your hips and he didn’t give you any warning before he pulled you down, fully seating you on his dick, the air rushed from your lungs at the shock and stretch you were entirely unprepared for. He groaned deeply, a heady, “fuck”, tumbling from his lips as he held you there a second while you whimpered and cried.

“Son of a bitch, you’re so fuckin’ tight,” he growled before gripping your hips tighter, surely leaving bruises. You didn’t do anything, couldn’t move if you’d wanted to. You were gripping onto him like your life depended on it and somewhere deep down you were scared it just might.

Ten seconds passed and he just kept you there, sitting pretty on his cock while you cried into his neck. His grip lightened on your hips and he moved one hand to rub your back, clearly his attempt to ease you.

“Relax,” he soothed, “just take it. Take my cock like the good puppy I know you are,” he said, punctuating his sentence by thrusting up into you, making you cry out in response.

He was too thick. It hurt. Sure there was an underlying pleasure that was making its way to the surface the longer he stayed still, allowing you to adjust to the intrusion, but it was still uncomfortable. And being naked and exposed to the chill air in the car only made you more frigid. Even the heat coming off of Bucky wasn’t helping. You were covered in goosebumps and you had tear streaks still running down your face. You were a mess, a whimpering pathetic mess. Nothing more than a frightened little puppy, just like he knew you’d be.

A jolt of pleasure shot through you as his thumb was suddenly on your clit, rubbing in tight circles as you moaned weakly before laxing against him even further, inadvertently taking more of his cock inside you.

“Just like that,” he praised, giving you another few seconds to adjust to him. “Want you to bounce on my cock, you think you can handle that, doll?”

You shook your head, still hiding your face in his neck, not wanting to see the way he was looking at you.

He laughed darkly at your response before reframing your hips with his hands, “That’s alright, puppy. We’ll try again when your little pussy’s used to me. It’ll take some training, but you’ll get it eventually. I don’t have a problem doing it myself right now,”

All you could do was cry as he held your hips down on him, fucking up into you relentlessly, the material of his pants scratching at your delicate skin and his hold on you leaving marks you were sure you’d see in the morning. Your tits were bouncing as you bit your lip, groaning at the sensations shooting through you while Bucky cursed and growled, moans leaving him with every thrust into you.

“Please,” you cried, “please, please, please,”

“Fucking hell, Bucky, don’t break her before we even get her home,” Steve interjected sharply between your cries.

“You can’t feel the way she’s gripping me, she fucking loves it,” he panted, slapping your ass as he continued fucking you.

“Hurts,” you mewled desperately, hoping he’d take pity on you and at the very least slow down.

“Poor pup,” he patronized, keeping his pace as you clung to him.

“Buck,” Steve snarled from the front of the car.

Bucky grunted but soon slowed his movements, and began moving you up and down on his cock by your hips, lifting you and having you sit right back down, the new motion stimulating your clit with every tilt of your hips.

You walls clenched down on him as he slapped your ass again, groaning and growling as he kept you riding him.

His movements were slower, but he had you taking him deeper than before. “Fuck yes,” he moaned lowly, throwing his head back as he bit his lip and squeezed his eyes shut as he groaned. His grip tightened on your hips as he felt you getting closer.

“You wanna come, sweetheart?” he teased, only getting a whine from you in response. He chuckled again, “You don’t have to deny it, doll. I know it feels good for you, too. I can feel your cunt tryin’ milk my cock. Don’t worry, I’m gonna give you exactly what you need, baby,”

His thumb found your clit again, playing you expertly as you writhed on his cock, unbidden moans falling from you as you felt a coil tightening in your lower belly.

“I’m gonna give it to you, you’re gonna take fuckin all of it. But you’re gonna come on my cock first,”

That coil wound tighter, and tighter, and tighter with each swipe of his thumb in tandem with his thrusts until you couldn’t hold it or fight it any longer and it finally snapped. A white hot heat running through your body as you cried out, holding onto Bucky as you came undone. The feeling of his warm cum hitting your walls as he finished inside of you registered too late, not that you could’ve done anything to stop him anyway. The post orgasmic haze quickly faded with the reminder of reality.

You slumped into him again as you began sobbing. His arms held your naked body against his fully clothed one as he relaxed, leaning back into the seat while a hand rubbed your back and you wore yourself out with the tears that fell.

“No tears, puppy. You did such a good job,” he cooed, only making you cry harder despite how exhausted you were.

He was right, you did a good job for him. Didn’t fight, didn’t try to stop it. Just let him have you, however he wanted. You were a coward. Terrified of being hurt, you let him hurt you. You could hate yourself for your lack of self preservation, but when you really thought about it, this was your self preservation. They could easily hurt you worse. They could kill you if they wanted and you’d never stand a chance. You didn’t want to live like this, but you didn’t want to die, either. You weren’t sure yet, but the latter certainly seemed like the worse option.

Just be good and don’t give them a reason to hurt you. That’s all you had to do. That’s all you could do.

Bucky kept you on him, stuffed full of his cock and cum while he held you against him.

You whimpered when you felt his cock get hard again inside of you but he didn’t move you, just kept you sitting on him - keeping him warm.

“We’re not that far,” Steve spoke, waking you as your eyes threatened to close while you laid against Bucky, thoroughly exhausted.

“Good, she’s about to pass out on me already,”

“‘S’alright, dove,” Steve said to you, “You can sleep til we get home and we’ll bring you inside. You’re gonna need your rest. Our night’s just getting started. We��ve got a lot of celebrating to do now that you’re finally home.”

You couldn’t help it as your tears fell once again, and Bucky rubbed your back.

“You’re gonna love it, doll,” he reassured you. “And if you thought that was good you have no idea how much better it is when it’s all three of us. We’ll have you seeing stars, baby,” he simpered.

“Tomorrow we’ll get everything else sorted, but for tonight, we’ll just get you comfortable. The only thing you’ll be crying for by the end of the night is more.”

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haleyhunwritess · 1 year

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Hi sweetie!!! I think I already send my request for drabble in Broken promises AU but I don't know if you received it.

Little reader has been feeling really sick in the past days, but she didn't told her daddies because she doesn't want to worry them. So one morning she feels like she's gonna faint, her daddies tries to give her the breakfast, but she doesn't want to eat so they punish her (I was thinking for spanks and let her lock in her room).

But when they were to check on her, she was in the ground unconscious and with vomit in her room.

Am such a fan of a lot a angst and fluff in the end 🙂🥺☺️

𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐮𝐩

𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 (𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝟳 𝗼𝗳 𝗯𝗿𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗻 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗶𝘀𝗲𝘀)

warnings: soft!dark!stucky x little!reader, dark themes

a/n: hi love!! yes i did get the request you sent, i just didn't have a chance to answer it yet but i decided to have that as the next part for broken promises! i hope you like it <3

Steve walked into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water, when he heard her whining at the table. He just came home after going for a run, which was an hour ago, so he was surprised to see her still at the table with Bucky.

“What’s the matter now?” His tone was harsh, sending shivers down her spine. She hated feeling this way. She wished she could tell them what was wrong but for some reason the words just wouldn't leave her mouth. She only whimpered in response and moved her head in the other direction, letting the spoon of oatmeal hit her cheek once again.

She had been moody and cranky all week. It was confusing to see her act this way. Prior to this week, she'd been trying her best to be good for them. She would also make her bed when she got up. She would try to help Bucky cook dinner sometimes. She would tidy up her room without being told to. She was doing really well. Until she woke up one morning and her throat started to feel a scratchy. She wanted to say something to them but they seemed so busy with work that day, she didn't wanna bother them.

The next day she started to feel even worse. She didn't know how to vocalize how she felt. She wanted to tell them how much her throat hurt, and how her head was spinning. She just couldn't get the words out. Her sickness got worse every day, and so did her behaviour. She was surprised, and a little sad, that they hadn't noticed how sick she was. She wasn't trying to be difficult she just didn't feel well.

“It’s nothing, she’s just being a bit fussy about breakfast that’s all.” Bucky sighed, putting the spoon back in the bowl before handing it over to Steve. He could already hear her whining when he handed the bowl over to Steve.

He knew she didn't want Steve to take over him. Bucky was much more gentle with her than Steve. But she didn't leave him any choice.

“You’ve been nothing but a brat all week," Steve took a seat next to her at the table, then moved her chair closer to him. He picked up the spoon and held up it for her, "You’re gonna eat whatever we made for you or you can have no breakfast at all.”

She quickly turned her head the other way when he tried to force the spoon into her mouth. Steve threw the bowl onto the table, making her flinch. He couldn't take the misbehaviour any longer.

“I guess no breakfast at all it is.” He got up from the table, leaving her alone with Bucky. She could feel the tears already forming in her eyes, as the redness on her cheeks grew even darker. She was embarrassed by her behaviour. She was also starving but she didn't want to eat anything because of how much her throat hurt.

“Just go to your room, doll.” Bucky sighed, getting up from the table as well.

She couldn't hold back the tears any longer, they started rolling down her cheeks as she got up and ran upstairs to her room. She started to feel a bit lightheaded as she entered her room. She decided that maybe some sleep will help her feel better.

Steve and Bucky were still downstairs, trying to figure out why she had been acting this way. She was making good progress before she started misbehaving like before. They were worried that maybe Wanda's 'training' had worn off. Steve was worried that maybe they've been a bit too lenient with her behaviour lately. Instead of giving out harsh punishments, they'd been sending her to her room, taking away her devices, or making her go to bed early. Bucky didn't like punishing her the way they did before. He hated the idea of hurting her. Although he did miss her clinginess and neediness after a punishment.

Steve finally convinced him that maybe using 'the box' this one time would help things go back to the way they were. Bucky was a bit skeptical about the idea however he couldn't help but agree that it was worth a shot. He decided he would let Steve deal with that, because he promised he would never hurt like that ever again. This time he intended to keep that promise. He decided he would be there for her after the punishment. He wanted to be there for the aftercare, showering her with his love. Maybe set up a nice bath for her with sweet vanilla-scented candles that she liked so much.

Steve headed upstairs to her room, not bothering to knock before walking in. He looked around her room and noticed how messy her room was. Her clothes were everywhere, her desk had random papers everywhere, and the arts and crafts kit they'd gotten her was all over the floor. Steve tried his best to contain his anger when he noticed that she was asleep. He was about to leave when he saw one of the paint tubes from the art kit was left open. He couldn't hold back any longer when he saw that red paint dripping onto the rug by her bed.

He walked over to her, roughly gripping onto her arm before forcing her to get up. She quickly woke up, whimpering at his tight grip on her arm. He dragged her over to the rug, pointing at it, without saying a word. At first she was confused why he was this angry, then her eyes widened as she noticed the giant stain on the rug.

“I-I didn’t-n“ She tried to come up with an explanation but her throat hurt so much she couldn't get the words out. Aside from the fact that she was sick, she hadn't had anything to drink in a few hours.

“Is that all you have to say for yourself?” Steve looked unimpressed as she stammered nervously. He shook his head and bent down to pick up the tube to stop it from spilling anymore. He knew he was right, the box was the only way for things to go back to the way they were, “I've had enough of this. Go get the box.”

Her eyes widened as soon as he mentioned the box. She hadn't seen it in a while. Not since she started behaving like a good girl. She may have had little slip ups but she made sure to apologize right away, and they would only give her small punishments that in no way harmed her. They knew how afraid she was of the box. There was not a thing in there that didn't make her shiver in fear.

She immediately stepped back, and started to protest but Steve was having none of it, “That’s enough, little girl. You’re only making this harder on yourself.”

She stood there frozen in fear, knowing what was about to happen. Steve rolled his eyes, walking over to the closet to grab the box himself. He swiftly picked her up with one arm, making her yelp and thrash around in his hold with the little energy she had left.

He threw her onto the bed, before putting the box down on the table next to her bed. He easily ripped off her skirt before flipping her over, and letting her lie on her stomach. She prepared herself for his hand to come smacking down any second, but it never did. Instead, she heard the clink of his belt being removed. Suddenly, she felt the belt snap across her and hit her inner thighs. She tried her best to stay quiet, but the second time the belt snapped against her bottom, she couldn't help but cry at the stinging sensation. She quickly covered her mouth with her hand, knowing Steve liked to stuff her mouth whenever she made any noise during a punishment. Steve smirked at her attempt to remain quiet as the belt snapped against her again. He put the belt down after the third time, and gently removed her panties, before stuffing them in her mouth. She gagged a bit at the sensation, since she was severely dehydrated and starting to feel dizzy once again. He decided to finally open up the box, taking out some of the special toys that he liked to use. She closed her eyes and hoped it would be over soon when she heard the faint buzzing sound coming from the pink object in his hands.

Eventually, Steve that she'd had enough. He picked up the box and put it away before putting his belt back on. He walked over to the door to walk downstairs then noticed her trying to get up, “Don’t come downstairs unless you’re ready to be my good girl again.”

Everything hurt. Every part of her body felt like it was on fire. She spit out the fabric that was still in her mouth, before starting to cough violently. She struggled to get up from her bed, with her head still spinning. She felt like she was about to throw up, but she didn't wanna make a mess in her room again. Especially after how mad Steve had gotten because of the paint mess. She just barely made it to her bathroom before throwing up everything left in her stomach. She weakly reached for the tissues on the counter to wipe her mouth, before falling back asleep on the bathroom floor.

Bucky decided it was a good time to go check up on her, while Steve was in the living room, nursing away a drink after such an intense hour with her.

Bucky entered her room, and walked over to her bed“Baby? Are you asleep?” He was surprised that she wasn't there. He quickly looked around, finding no sign of her, until he realized the bathroom door was open. His face paled when he noticed her passed out on the floor, “Shit, Steve!”

In less than a minute, Steve came running up the stairs,“What happened?”

“I don’t know, I came up here and she was lying down on the floor. I think she got sick or something. What the hell did you do?” Bucky bent down to pick her up from the floor, and brought her over to her bed. He picked up the glass of water on her bedside table, gently splashing her with some of it in an attempt to wake her up.

“I didn’t do this.” Steve mumbled as he sat down next to her, gently shaking her to try to wake her up.

Bucky saw her eyes flickering lightly and he carefully sat her up in his lap, “Hi, sweetheart. Can you open your eyes for me?”

She slowly opened her eyes, rubbing them a bit as the bright light hit them, “There you go, pretty girl. You’re doing great.” Bucky praised her as he tried to get her to drink some of the water. She tried to refuse but he wouldn't budge. She had a few small sips, and noticed her throat was already starting to feel a bit better. She quickly drank the entire glass before handing it back over to Bucky.

“What happened, sweetheart? Are you feeling sick?” Steve gently rubbed her back, feeling guilty about the way he treated her earlier. He knew he was rough with her but that couldn't have caused this. Right?

She coughed a little before mumbling, "Been feeling sick. Sorry didn't tell you." Her throat still hurt quite a bit so she couldn't talk much but at least she was able to tell them what happened.

Steve and Bucky instantly felt guilty as they realized that she had been sick all this time. Bucky knew there had to be another reason she was behaving this way, it wasn't just to gain attention from them. Steve knew he had messed up. He shouldn't have been so rough with his delicate little girl. He should've known she wasn't trying to be bad. The fact that he'd done that to her while she was already feeling ill made his guilt ten times worse.

Bucky put his arms around tightly, wanting to do nothing but make her feel better. She hissed at the burning sensation from the aftermath of Steve's torment, and he quickly apologized, loosening his grip on her, “Don’t worry, doll. Everything is gonna be alright. We’re gonna take care of you.”

Steve grabbed her hand, bringing it up to his lips to give it a kiss before looking up at her with a sad expression on his face, “Why didn’t you tell us, doll? We could’ve helped you.”

“Didn’t wanna bother…” She mumbled, as she felt her cheeks getting redder at all the attention she was getting.

Bucky kissed the side of her head before turning her to look at him,“You never have to worry about that with us, doll. You’re never a bother. You just get some rest, okay?”

She slowly nodded before looking up at him,“Will you cuddle?…”

“Yes, pretty girl.” He smiled at her and helped her lie down carefully, before getting up to grab the lotion for her.

She looked back at Steve, "You too?"

He smiled at her, laying down next to her, “Of course, sweetheart.” Steve was a little surprised she wanted to be around him even after the way he treated her but he didn't want to bring it up. He quietly promised to make it up to her as soon as she got better.

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nocturne-pisces · 2 years

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DILF/Best friend’s dad!Steve Rogers! You’ve always been close with Eliana, you were over at her house so often that her father the Steve Rogers, often joked you knew their home better than they did. You’re as rocked by the divorce as she is, and after being invited to stay for the summer, you take the opportunity to comfort your friend, even if the sight of her father gives you goosebumps. You’re older now, wiser. And besides, what’s a little harmless flirting between family friends, right?

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Dark!BestFriendsDad!Steve x PlusSize!Reader x Dark!Neighbor!Bucky

warnings: noncon, threats of violence, mean!steve, meaner!bucky. i am not responsible for your media consumption.

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You were just trying to help him with the laundry, lifted up on your tip toes and explaining which detergent wouldn’t bleach the blues out of his favorite t-shirt when his fingers tangled into the hair at the base of your skull.

“Y’know, I’ve really gotta thank El for having such good taste in friends.”

His hips pinned yours against the washer, the steely length of him pressing into your ass cheek.

“Mr. Rogers, please—“

“Baby, I told you, call me Steve. We’ve only known each other since you and El met in high school. I even helped you unpack your dorm, I’d say we’re pretty close at this point.”

“Steve, don’t do this-“

He pulls your body ever tighter against his own, close enough for him to lean in and whisper into your ear.

“Don’t do what, sweetness?” The hand that wasn’t anchored to your scalp snaked its way around your waist, dipping under the waistband of your shorts and panties. “You think I don’t see how you look at me? You think I haven’t noticed how you gotta rub those soft fuckin’ thighs together every time I get close?” His middle finger slips between your folds, finding your clit and circling it slowly.

“Eliana will hear and she’ll come looking for me, you won’t get away with it.” Despite your threat your knees threatened to give out, your legs shaking from the building tension between your thighs. You feel him laugh more than you hear it, the contractions in his chest reminding you how much muscle he could use against you, much more than he was currently.

“Eliana took her Ambien twenty minutes ago. She hasn’t been sleeping so well since Sharon left. Come to think of it, neither have I.” Your whole body tensed as his tongue left a stripe of cooling saliva up your neck, stopping right below your ear.

“Mr. Rogers, please just let me go, I won’t tell anyone.” His finger stopped its ministrations against your clit, diving deeper to find the already primed entrance of your empty cunt waiting for him.

“I know you won’t tell, sweetheart, because you know what I’m capable of.”

He untangles his fingers from your hair and slams you forward by the back of your neck, a yelp escaping your throat as your face met the washer lid. You felt him bend over you, laying his weight across your back as he ruts himself against your clothed ass.

“You won’t tell anyone because you know all I would have to do is squeeze and you’d be done for.” You felt the tears slip over the bridge of your nose, collecting in a small puddle on the metal under you.

He holds you down with one hand, the other jerking your shorts down to web between your thighs. “Open those legs for me,” he cooed. You did as you were told, widening your stance as much as you could. “Goddamn, such a pretty pussy.”

You thought he was just looking, that he would be content to get a glimpse and let you go- but the sudden burning stretch of him plunging into you jolted you out of your pipe dream. He gave you no time to adjust, no time to get accustomed to his girth. “Oh, fuck, that’s tight.”

“Steve-“ you plead, your arms bracing against the washer as you try to push up.

“Be good for me, I don’t want to dig up the backyard tonight.”

You drop your weight back onto the washer, the burning in your chest from your sobs confusing as the pain morphs into a sick pleasure. You can feel your own wetness around him, feel how your cunt has betrayed you as your lunch crawls up your esophagus.

A rap on the garage door has you scrambling up and trying to get away, but Steve’s iron grip keeps you locked against him, your pussy fluttering around his length.

“Come on in, Buck,” he calls, his hips rutting erratically and making you whimper.The door swings open to reveal his best friend and next door neighbor, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth as he takes in your soft form held against Steve’s.

“Aw, buddy, you started without me? I’m wounded.” He and Steve share a look, dark and consuming, predator appreciating predator.

Bucky takes a step closer to you, his hand coming up to pinch your chin, turning your gaze to meet his. “Mr. Barnes, please help me.” Your face crumbles, your last ditch effort to appeal for sympathy dashed as he mocks your desperate expression.

“I don’t like it when they talk, I just wanna hear you choke.” You force your eyes shut, will your psyche to crack and take you far away from here, but a sudden sharp, burning pain to your cheek makes them fly open again. “Eyes on me,” Bucky commands, letting his belt hit the floor before he pulls his jeans and boxers down to the middle of his thighs.

He’s already rock hard, his cock jutted out and bobbing when he hops up to sit on the washer. Your head is wrenched back again, Steve spitting words down into your ear as you tremble. “No teeth, sweetness, or I’ll remove ‘em myself.”

You barely have time to register what he means before he’s positioning your face over Bucky’s lap. Steve pins your elbows to your ribs on either side and lets his best friend take hold of your hair, pushing you down on his cock until he hits the back of your throat. Immediately your body tenses up with a gag, a low groan coming from behind you.

“Shit, Buck, do that again. This pussy is gonna choke the life outta me.” And he does, this time pushing down hard enough that the head of him pops into your throat. It burns, makes your thighs clench together with restraint, and both men moan out. “She clamps down every time you fuck her mouth,” Steve says, a chuckle rising from his chest as he pulls out only to slam back into you- making your head dive deeper onto Bucky’s length.

Both of your arms are tugged behind your back, Steve’s free hand snaking back to your front to apply pressure to your already throbbing clit. Bucky leans back against the cabinet, guiding your mouth around him every time Steve pushes you forward. You try to wriggle away from Steve’s exploratory fingers but you only succeed in pushing back into him, the lack of oxygen from Bucky fucking your throat making you dizzy and sensitive.

You feel your impending orgasm creeping up on you, the knot in your tummy tightening. You try to tell them to wait, that you don’t want this- but you only manage to gurgle around Bucky, his hips lifting to meet your face as his rhythm becomes sloppy. His grip on your hair tightens and you lose the ability to control your breathing, the edges of your vision darkening as your orgasm hits you.

“Are you cumming, sweetness?” His tone is incredulous, amused that your body has given in to him so completely. You only have time to register Bucky spilling down your throat before the darkness overtakes you, your body limp in their hold.

When you wake up on the couch, a blanket draped over you, you can hear them talking from the kitchen.

“So, Sharon is picking up Eliana tomorrow?” It’s Bucky’s voice, coming from a bar stool at the kitchen island.

“Yeah, but sweetness over there told her parents she was staying all summer.”

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buckyscombatboots · 2 years

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Monstertober Day 5:

The empty sarcophagus𓂀

Pairing: Mummy!Steve Rogers x Reader x Jackal!Bucky Barnes

Warnings: Dub con, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, asphyxiation/ choking, scratching, marking/biting, mentions of blood, threesome, Stucky x Reader

Nicknames: Puppy, Pup, Scarab

Word count: 2.4K

༻𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫༺

Watery sunlight from the alternative entrance of the tomb falls down onto the golden sarcophagus, brightening, waning and brightening again. You arrived early enough that it's still cold, you wanted to avoid the midday heat and its blinding, orangey light that followed; you wanted to relax in the bluish grey light, the chill of the air and the absence of people scuttling around like little ants, occupying every square inch of the tomb, searching for secrets, for riches. It was stifling, suffocating; the smell of warm, sweaty people.

You entered into the sliver of sunlight, relishing in the tepid heat that faded and intensified like the ocean lapping at the shore. The golden sarcophagus in front of you was captivating, you ran your hand across the beaten gold covering the wooden coffin letting your hand linger on the brilliant coloured glass and semi-precious stones, fingering each of them in their imperfect rows; following their designs—the story of the inhabitants life. This was just the outer layer of the sarcophagus, next to it was a much heavier coffin, believed to be made of solid gold, that your team had struggled extracting from the initial layer. You moved over to it, more light was seeping in from the entrance now; the golden coffin glimmered, the lapis lazuli, agate, carnelian, amethyst and variscite inlaid on the tomb looked truly beautiful in the soft glow of the rising sun. Ever so gently you brushed your fingers across the side of the coffin, following the curve. You lifted the lid, inching it slowly open and pushing it to the side. It was empty. You could see all the inscriptions, the story of the inhabitants' entire life, but the actual mummy was gone. A frantically carved inscription was raggedly scratched into the bottom of the tomb, your eyes narrowed, your brain burning as you translated it “Cursed be those who enter my tomb...Those that break the seal of this tomb will meet their end by me. I shall seize their neck and cast fear of myself into them…Death will be upon them.” You bit your lip, removing your shaking hands from the edge of the sarcophagus and stepping backwards on trembling legs “Just a mummy’s curse, nothing too bad that’s normal. It’s going to be fine.” You soothed yourself, taking a deep breath in. Your panic was reignited when you realised “Where the fuck is the mummy?” A thin piece of fabric wrapped around your neck and you pulled backwards harshly, falling to the ground. Your hands flew to the fabric constricting your neck scratching at it, trying to distance it from your throat as it choked you, spittle flying from your mouth as you threw your head back to see who was dragging you. It was too dark.

Your vision adjusted as you were dragged into a room lit by rushlight candles, a dusty table was in the center dotted with canopic jars. The dragging stopped as did the choking, the fabric slipped away from its place around your throat; and you began sucking air back into your lungs as you swiveled your head to see who had almost asphyxiated you. You found the missing mummy. He towered over you, his atavistic linen wrapping falling off of him, exposing areas of his ancient, brown-tinged body. His face was fully visible—it was in almost perfect condition, minus a small laceration on the side of his head—defined cheekbones, a trimmed beard and piercing eyes like polished chrysocolla. He was handsome for a mummy, that thought was quickly replaced by a myriad of questions. You slowly got to your feet, putting your arms in front of yourself protectively “Scarab…” He uttered in a drawling tone.

“Scarab? No, wait, How are you even alive?” You questioned an incredulous expression distorting your features.

“That would be because of me, Pup.” A disembodied voice admitted. You turned around to try and see the other man, squinting and staring into the shadowed parts of the tomb. Then there was movement in the darkness “Over here,” He stepped into the light of the rushlight waving one of his hands that was partly paw; his hand was deep black with pads on his fingers and palm, “Hi.”

“Anubis?” Your voice tremored, you stumbled backwards bumping into the mummy behind you. His arms pulled you into him, settling you against his chest “Get off of me!” You struggled against his grip. The smell of decaying flesh reaching your nose makes you gag.

The Jackal stalked closer “Not quite, I’m Bucky a servant of Anubis and behind you is Steve; once an extremely important attendant and warrior for the pharaoh, now he is a mummy which I reanimated.” Bucky caressed your face with his cold dog-like palm, stroking across your cheek with his thumb—the long claw-like nail just about missed your eye. “You're going to be punished for opening the tomb, Pup, isn’t she Stevie?” Steve simply grunted in response, rubbing his crotch into your ass. You attempted to wriggle out of his grip but Bucky caged you in, his hands wandering down your body caressing your waist and hips. Below the thin material of his loincloth you could see his cock get harder, lifting the fabric as it did. His hands trailed back up to your tits, giving them a squeeze before he used one his sharp nails to tear open your blouse and bra. His chilly hands tweaked your nipples, his claws cutting into your skin as he pinched, you gasped trying to pull away from his touch.

Bucky’s other hand moved down to your shorts, undoing the buttons and tugging them down to your feet along with you underwear “I can smell you, little Puppy, there’s no point in trying to get away so you should at least have some fun or we’ll give you a truly terrible curse.” His voice was low and threatening, eyes narrowed and dark as he relished in the fear present in your tear reddened eyes. Bucky goes down on his knees, carefully helping you out of your shorts and tossing them across the embalming room. He placed one of your legs over his shoulder, liking his lips at the sight of your wet pussy. “So wet for us, Pup, do you secretly like being shared by two people? Do you like us taking you against your will?” You whined in response turning your head away to stare at the ancient walls, one of Steve’s hands seized your face pulling you into a kiss. His mouth was cold and tasted bitter. You scrunch your nose as he deepened the kiss, then you felt Bucky slide his long tongue inside of; the hot, wet muscle filled you so well, attacking the sweet spot inside you as the bridge of his nose rubbed against your sensitive clit. You writhed in the mummies grasp, your hands clenching and unclenching frantically—you were desperate to bury your hands in Bucky’s curls; to feel his long velvety ears and run the silky inside between your thumb and index finger. You could feel heat building in you belly as Bucky removed his tongue from your eager hole and began to suck and tease your bud, Steves kisses simply added to the sensation you head growing fuzzy from the stimulation which only intensified when Steve released your face from his hold and satiated the burning need of your clenching hole by roughly shoving two of his fingers inside you.

You pulled away from the intense kiss, slamming your head into his broad shoulder as you let out a breathy moan. “Feel good…Khepri- Scarab?” Steve probed, nibbling at your ear.

“Yes!” You whined, prying a hand from his grasp and digging your hand into Bucky’s soft hair, grinding your hips into his face trying to chase your release. He pulled away, lips red, his chin shining with spit and your slick “So close” you sobbed playing with his charcoal ears, fiddling with the golden piercing. Bucky’s large tongue licked across your inner thigh, you heard him let out a low chuckle before he sunk his teeth into the soft flesh. You hissed, slamming the back of his head with your fists. He released the area he’d bitten, slurping at the blood dripping down your thigh.

“You’re going to let Stevie fuck you arent you, Scarab?��

“I call her Scarab, my Scarab.” Steve grunted, tightening his hold on you so much so that you thought your wrist would snap, you could feel the bruises already forming as he strangled your wrists. You squeaked as he tugged you closer, his hard dick pressing on to your back, dripping precum “Saw her first. Like Khepri…appeared from nowhere, Scarab special. Mine.”

“Steve, you need to learn how to share. She can be both of ours, my Puppy, your Scarab. Okay?” Bucky kneads Steve’s shoulders soothingly.

“Fine. Scarab, up.” Steve picked you up, carrying you over to the table brushing his arm across it knocking the fragile canopic jars to the floor causing them to shatter. He lays you on your back on the dusty stone table; he pulled your hips closer to the edge. Staring into your eyes as he ran his red, leaking, mushroom head through your folds. You whimpered as he teased you, copying what he’d seen Bucky do earlier and playing with your puffy clit. With a single thrust he shoved himself fully inside, his dick crashing against your cervix almost painfully as he tried to fit all of his length in, giving shallow thrust to try get it all the way. A painful sting tore through you as your pussy tried to grow accustomed to the size of his girth shaft, Steve's eyebrows knitted together in frustration.

Bucky grazed his hand across Steve’s arm gently “It’s not gonna fit all the way. Remember what I told you? You’re big.” The jackal chuckled at Steve’s pout and his grumbling “He’s big isn’t he, Puppy? Too big. Try to breathe. Now turn your head to the side, Steve’s not gonna be the only one having fun.” You don’t know why, but you obeyed him; turning your head so your cheek rested against the cool stone. When you turned you were met with Bucky’s cock, he’d taken off his loin cloth and now you could fully see it. It was long, thick (not as thick as Steves), with a purple vein running from the base all the way to the tip and a golden piercing through the head, matching the ones in his ears. A bead of precum dripped from the head and he smeared it across your lips. A devious smile stretching across his lips “Open up. Don’t even think about biting it or I’ll pull out all your teeth and put them in one of the canopic jars.” He lowered his voice an octave as he threatened you. Steve stopped his thrusts giving Bucky a disapproving glare.

“Don’t threaten Scarab.” He growled, making Bucky’s ears pull backwards, he nodded, looking like a puppy that just got caught chewing something they weren’t supposed to, you snickered shooting a smile at him. Your smile soon faded as Bucky’s heady scent filled your nostrils; he sheathed the full length of his veiny cock in your mouth. You could feel the head of his dick brush uncomfortably against the walls of your throat. You gaged a bit and he rasped out a moan in response “that’s it, choke on it, Puppy.” You claw at his thick, hair thighs with your nails pushing yourself off of him, saliva leaking down your chin as you glare at him with teary eyes. He tangles his fingers in your hair and begins pounding into you, disregarding your muffled pleas for him to slow down “this is a punishment after all, Pup. Can’t be too nice.”

“Scarab feels good, s-so warm.” Steve moaned, his thrusts becoming more erratic, the sound of his balls slapping against your ass echoing throughout the room.

“I won't deny that she’s warm, but it’s also because you’re extremely cold, big guy.” Bucky used his free hand to play with your nipples, circling the hardened nub with his claw “Gonna make pleasure and pain indistinguishable for you.” Buck snarled, dragging his claws across your rib cage as he rammed his dick down your throat. Your jaw ached and mild prickling from the tiny incisions made you clench around Steve. You felt so full, your brain growing hazy as a pleasurable heat spread across your lower back.You tried to close your legs around Steve as the tingling inside you grew “She’s close. Come for us, Puppy!” He demanded quickening his thrusts in an attempt to catch up to both you and Steve. Your eyes flickered upwards towards the mummy above you. His face was flushed, mouth wide open, tears in his eyes as his brutal pace continued—the sight was enough to send you over the edge.

The sounds of Steve and Bucky’s moans cut into white noise as the coil tightening within your lower abdomen finally snapped, making your eyes roll back into your head as your pussy tensed around Steve's pulsing dick. His fingers dug into your hips as he came with a violent thrust and a gravelly grunt. Your eyes burned as Bucky’s held your face flush against his pelvis as let all of his seed flow down your throat. Bucky slipped his cock out of your mouth, the ache within your jaw finally dissipated. Begrudgingly Steve weakened his hold on your hips, whining as he slowly pulled out of you. Groggily you lifted your wrist, reading your watch—it was almost eight in the morning. The team was going to be here soon. Shakily you got to your feet, searching for your shorts that Bucky had tossed. The Jackal grabbed your arm. “I need to go, the research team is going to be here soon.”

“Oh sweet little Puppy, you’re not leaving. You’re coming with us, back to the underworld.” Bucky cooed, you felt two large hands seize your throat and squeeze, constricting your throat in his murderous grip. You fought for air, kicking at Steve's legs with your feet as he lifted you off the ground with his strong beefy arms, even below the bandaged you could see the muscles in his arms tense and his veins bulging as he used all his strength to clutch your throat. Darkness bordered your vision as the air drained from your lungs; your floundering and thrashing became more violent, you could feel the adrenaline leaving your body that was slowly growing slack “Shhh, death isn’t scary. It’s fun. You’ll travel through Duat on Ra’s boat, consult with Oris, meet master Anubis and then we can spend eternity together in the stars. Sleep now, Puppy, and when you wake we’ll begin our journey, together.”

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babyjakes · 2 years

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a natural.

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event | kinktober 2021

prompt | eating out

summary | bucky lets steve use you as practice for going down on a girl.

pairing | dark!stucky x reader

warnings | dark steve and bucky(steve’s relatively soft, bucky a little less), noncon, bucky holds reader down(restraining), set in the forties before the freeze (but after steve becomes supersoldier)? if that matters?, implied that reader is bucky’s partner unwillingly (idk i didn’t choose to elaborate so whatever you prefer to imagine for those circumstances), steve “doesn’t know how to eat pussy” but then destroys reader’s, fingering, eating out, forced orgasm, crying, one (?) slap, praise, slight!jealousy from steve

word count | 1,214

an | wooh i just love something about like bucky having to explain so descriptively and steve being so eager to make you cum, like can you imagine :’-) also idk if it matters that this is set before the freeze but i just like the aesthetic of forties!stucky for this one. also wow this one also ended up super long oops :^) anyway, hope you guys enjoy!

“Shit, Bucky. She’s even prettier in person.”

Though you’re putting up the best fight you can, you’re no match for the two supersoldiers holding you down to the bed as you thrash and writhe pathetically; with frustration settling on his face to mix with his disappointment, Bucky tsks at you. “Come on, y/n. Give it up; you know you’re not getting out of this.”

“Please-” you try to beg once more, but with exhaustion settling in over you as Bucky secures you to his chest from behind with his arms wrapped around you, you know the outcome is getting bleaker by the moment.

“S'alright doll,” Steve tries to sate you, noticeably more impacted by your tears and protests than his friend, “just gonna make you feel good.”

“That’s right, so for fuck’s sake, would you quit squirming,” Bucky demands, his grip tightening on you as he manages to raise a hand to strike swiftly across your tear-soaked cheek. Heat rises immediately to flood the battered flesh, a frightened whimper escaping your lips as you fall limp against the pair, earning a hum of content from the dark-haired man behind you. “That’s better,” he sighs in relief. “Now go ahead, pal. Lift up her skirt, I made sure she’s got nothin’ on under there.”

Steve pauses for a moment to lock his eyes with yours, a hand reaching out almost appearing to offer peace as he nods. “Alright. Just relax, sweetheart,” he attempts to soothe you, taking the fabric of your skirt lightly and flipping it up to reveal your bare thighs. Your knees close instinctively, but Bucky’s quick to grab one in each hand, prying you open to give Steve easy access.

Now completely exposed to the cool air of the room, your pussy quivers in anticipation. Eyes drifting to your glistening heat, Steve’s mouth beginning to water as he lowers his head to take a closer look. “Fuck,” he mutters, his large length bulging visibly through his pants. Though you’re no expert on all the technicalities of what the serum did to him, it’s clear now that the young man’s muscles weren’t nearly the only thing enhanced by the experiment.

“She wet?” Bucky asks from behind you, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your thighs beginning to ache.

“Just barely,” Steve hums, still seeming half in a daze from the magnificent sight of your sex.

“You’re gonna wanna use some spit then,” Bucky advises. “C'mon doll, be a good girl and open up for Stevie.” Feeling the pressure increase through his grip on you, you’re quick to obey him. Eyes still wide, Steve gently slips his pointer and middle finger between your lips, a low groan rising through his throat as you provide him your saliva. “Now spread it around down there, over the opening,” Bucky continues.

Doing as his friend’s instructed, Steve brings his spit-covered fingers down to drag over your slit, his fingertips just barely teasing at your opening as his brow slants in concentration. “Start with one finger; work a little in at a time,” Bucky says.

“Alright doll,” Steve breathes, gently beginning to ease his middle finger into you. “Shit,” he mumbles as you struggle to take the insertion, “so fuckin’ tight.”

“Yeah, she’ll take some warming up,” Bucky chuckles, straining your legs a bit further apart to make it easier for his friend as he pumps in the length of just one knuckle, then working up to a second, his motions careful, cautious. Though he hasn’t said it, it’s clear Steve’s worried about hurting you given the size of his fingers. “There you go,” Bucky murmurs approvingly, glancing over your shoulder to watch as your cunt’s slowly opened up. “You can work a little faster now, and you can probably fit the whole finger in.”

Nodding, Steve picks up his pace ever-so-slightly, the full length of his digit now filling you up each time he presses inside you. “That okay, princess?” he asks, his eyes raising back up to meet yours. Trying to keep from moaning out, you simply nod, a look of relief washing over Steve as he dares to go even a bit faster.

“Now would be a good time to add your mouth,” Bucky tells him. “Find her clit up where her lips join together, looks like a little bead peaking out from between the folds. You’re gonna wanna work it with your tongue; sucking on it’s usually the best way to go.”

Licking his lips, Steve lowers his face to meet your mound, his nose bumping against it gently as he runs his tongue over your engorged flesh, the soft sensation sending tingles running up from your toes. “There, that’s it,” Bucky encourages, “look at that, she’s opening right up for you.” Steve only hums in agreement, the warmth of his breath against you only causing your wetness to grow as his finger works inside of you. When his lips find your bundle of nerves and close in to begin suckling, you can’t hold back your response; a heated whine escapes you as the tender bud is worked by the man’s mouth, a familiar fullness beginning to build in your belly.

“Oh- St-Steve,” you whimper, your hands coming up to cover your face in embarrassment. Keeping his lips locked on your clit, the blonde starts pumping faster in and out of your pussy with his fingers, not even needing Bucky’s instruction to know when you’re finally ready for a second. As the pads of his fingers work perfectly up against your soft spongey ceiling, you can feel your climax building inside you, your breaths starting to stagger as you grip the sheets beneath you in anticipation.

“There she goes, she’s almost there,” Bucky sings, his hands abandoning your legs to come up and cup your breasts through your shirt. “Keep goin’, pal. She’s about to cum- don’t worry, you’ll feel it when it happens.”

“Steve, B-Bucky,” you stammer, your head throbbing in pleasure as your peak approaches.

“C'mon, doll. Cum for me,” Steve pants against your button, his words the exact push you need to be thrown over the edge as you clench down brutally against his fingers, your toes curling up almost painfully as your orgasm tears through you.

“Fuck, that’s my girl,” Bucky praises as Steve nurses your clit, his fingers struggling to continue pounding into you as you ride out your high. The intensity lasts for several moments, and only when you’ve finally begun to come down does Steve slow his movements, his lips ceasing from around your puffy flesh as he raises his head to look at you, adoration shining in his eyes.

“Pull out carefully,” Bucky tells him. “She’s sensitive now.” Steve’s careful to do so, surprising both you and the man behind you by bringing his soaked fingers to his mouth to lick off the juices.

“How’d I do?” he asks.

“I’d say you’re a natural,” Bucky decides, his hands now rubbing gently over your chest as you breathe heavily against him. “Though I’ll warn you now, whatever girl you practice on next will have nothing on y/n.”

“I’m sure you’re right, pal,” Steve agrees with a nod, a hint of sadness flashing in his eyes as he glances at the two of you before him.

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deceitfuldevout · 1 year

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Sleeping Beauty

Dark!Husband!Steve Rogers x Wife!Reader x Dark!Bucky Barnes

Word Count: 2,476

Warning(s): +18, Non Con, Dub con turned non con, Misogynistic remarks, Forced Cuckholding, Unwanted orgasm, Forced eye contact, Double Penetration, Bucky partakes in your bedroom tradition.

Author's Note(s): One shot fic. I'm bored at work and wanted to kill some time.

It was the day of your anniversary and your husband is nowhere to be found. You stare back at the clock ticking in the dining room. It had been almost an hour and Steve still hadn’t returned. This isn't the man you married. If your Stevie promises something, he intends to keep it.

You sat alone at the head of the dining room table, cupping your tear-stricken face. It makes you sick knowing that your husband was out there doing god knows what at this hour. You were sure he wouldn't miss something as important as this specific day. Just one day, was that so much to ask?

Your ears perk at the sound of the front door knob jingling. In comes Steve, being hoisted up by his best friend Bucky. His face is a tint of red that spread all the way to his ears. You had only seen him like this a few times, the first time during a new year’s event when he'd confessed his love for you, the second had been on your wedding day. It was obvious that he'd been too drunk to even walk straight. There's only one thing responsible for causing this: Asgardian ale.

Bucky’s smile falters when he notices you frowning. He sits Steve on the couch then walks over to the dining room table where you're sat. His metal hand brushes through his dark locks, “I uh…sorry doll, Steve said it was your anniversary and I suggested we celebrate-”

“I swear Barnes, you'll find any excuse to get my husband drunk. Just look at him! He can barely walk!"

He sighs, “I was the one who cut him off. He was the one who insisted on drinking." Nudging to his passed-out friend. You scoff, “That doesn't explain why he’s drunk off his face right now.” barking back. Bucky’s shoulders stiffen and arms cross. He stares at the floor in silence. You massage the sides of your temple. Only stopping when Bucky mutters, “With a wife like you I wouldn't blame him." Causing you to abruptly look up, “Excuse me?”

“I mean, if I came home to my woman bitching every day, I’d want to be drunk off my ass too,” he sneers. Your jaw drops, “Who...who....” almost at a loss for words. You shoot up, “Who the hell do you think you are!? You don’t know a thing about marriage!”

“Marriage? No. But I know a leech when I see one. You don’t even know how to be a wife. Ask Steve and he’ll start singing. You barely clean the house, don’t even cook, always have some sort of excuse to avoid sex. You don’t do jack shit. Steve works his ass off every day, and you don't even put it out when he gets home?” he scoffs, “So fucking entitled I swear.”

"The only ‘relationship’ you've had in the past 70 years is with a block of ice." you jab. His jaw ticks, that one actually managed to get under his skin. Every damn day you'd find a way to inadvertently piss him off. If you wanted to stoop low that's fine, he can go lower, “Yeah well you seem to be occupied with that little pink vibrator of yours," he noticed the color leaving your face, "Oh yeah, I know you've been hiding it from him. You think he‘s too dumb to understand what it’s for, shit, you even had the gall to ask him to buy you new batteries for ‘kitchen appliances’, I mean, how stupid do you think he is?” he chuckles, "If you needed a real man, all you could've done was ask,"

All you see is red. You give him a final warning, “Well, I don’t see a man.” you snap back, "You know what, James? Times have changed, and I think Steve’s friends should too.”

Bucky doesn't like that. Not one bit.

“Do you really think he’ll keep listening to you?”

“Try me.” you hiss. Bucky smirks at that challenge, "Do you know the things he says to me while you're not around? Do you know all the sick and vile things he’s fantasized about?" he nears. Your brows furrow at his accusation. Not your Stevie. He would never. Bucky raises a brow, "Maybe we could play that favorite game of yours...Sleeping Beauty." smiling at the look of terror on your face. He knows that you and Steve have been experimenting in the bedroom.

“Hey Steve!” he hollers for the other super soldier. Steve jostles from his rest. He’s in the room in a matter of seconds, "What's wrong?" his voice is hoarse from the nap. Bucky waves to his friend, "I just wanted to say goodnight to you and the Mrs." he gives you a wink. Steve's brows furrow, "Honey what's wrong?" tilting his head, the light capturing his features in an angelic way.

You can't help but soften at the sight of those soft blues. This argument wasn't worth ruining the rest of your night. You roll your eyes, "Nothing..." shrugging it off. But if only it were that simple. Steve looks at the time and hisses, "You should stay for the night Buck." he insists, "We have a spare bedroom available upstairs."

You couldn't believe him. You marched upstairs and slam the door. It was one thing for him to be late for your anniversary, it was another bringing Bucky along, out of all people! You don't bother checking up on them. Instead preparing yourself for bed. Surely in the morning Steve would wake up and regret his actions. He stumbles into the room, already loosening his tie.

You spot his reflection in the vanity but pay no attention. Ignoring him would be a suitable punishment. You decide to lay further away from his side of the bed, occupied with a book in hand. Yes you still love him, with all your heart, but right now his excuses weren't worth your energy tonight.

Steve knows your upset, he could feel it seeping through your pores. He sighs, "I'm sorry. I should've remembered it was today, and I know that isn't an excuse but...let me make it up to you..." Steve loosens his tie. It's been a long, hectic day, filled with countless meetings. All he wants to do now is spoil his wife.

He sits on the edge of the bed, holding your feet in his hands, kneading small circles along the curve. You stifle a moan. By now Steve knows your body too well. "What are you in the mood for, dear?" His super hearing picks up the sound of your closing your book. He smiles when he hears a faint whisper,

"...Sleeping beauty." you mumble.

Steve smirks, "Smart choice." he slides down his pants, letting them fall as he palms his girth. You eye him eagerly, already dripping with desire. Of course you couldn't say no to a little spoiling, placing your book carefully on the nightstand. You shimmy off your gown. Wearing only your undergarments as you reposition your body. You toss a few pillows off the bed, making room for your limbs to stretch. Laying back on the soft pillows as you closed your eyes and pretend to sleep. Steve crouches from above, palming his manhood through his briefs.

Tonight, you would play the role of an unconscious maiden, unaware of her being taken advantage of. An act that Steve had grown fond of. Your husband was nothing less than a gentleman. He could never stomach the idea of taking advantage of a helpless woman. At least not while she’s aware. So, playing out this fantasy had been more than enough to satisfy his certain urges. Well, almost enough.

A thumb presses against your bottom lip, parting your mouth slightly. He could feel your soft breaths. He dips his tongue deep inside, enjoying the taste of it. He retreats with a satisfied hum as he smacks his pink lips. He nips and suckles the side of your neck, creating a trail to the curve of your chest. He pulls down your bralette, nipping and suckling the buds until they’ve peaked. He couldn’t hold it in any longer.

You felt the sensation of his gentle touches. Steve’s embrace had always felt soothing, calming and oh-so delightful. Part of you fought the urge to pounce on him right then and there. But you knew the reward after would be worth it. Patience was key. Everything was going at an easy pace. You suddenly felt the wiring of your bra snap open, exposing your breasts to the cool air. You shiver but remain still. This was unlike Steve, perhaps it was liquid courage?

A rough hand reaches for the waistband of your panties, yanking the garment down. A calloused hand parts your legs roughly to expose your womanhood. His finger pads are rough as they rub at your slit. Part of you bit back a whine as they attempt to collect any wetness. Then the sound of him spitting on it shocks you. That was new. Again, the fingers return, this time coating the slit with more saliva. As rough finger pads trace your bundle of nerves the sensation of teeth nipping at each breast.

He plunges his digits deep into your channel. A faint whine escapes your throat. Almost writhing in pleasure from the stretch. Your hips jerk up instinctively. He pulls them out to press your hips down. Then begins pumping them at a rough pace. It takes everything in you to control your breathing. This was an entirely new side to Steve, and you love it.

He notices the muscle tightening around his digits and swiftly pulls out. He rubs up and down your slit before making circles around your clit. You jerk your hips up again, which led to him cupping your mound with a harsh slap. He stokes at your folds before giving another smack. Then another, before sliding his fingers back in.

At this point you’re drunk on pleasure. You’ll do anything to cum and he knows it. He lifts a leg over his shoulders to give a full view. He begins to pump his digits to a vigorous pace. Knowing very well what he was doing. His long fingers find that sweet spot inside you. Again, he made you chase for your orgasm before denying it.

He flips you over, gripping the back of your head as he pushes it against the bed. He retrieves a pillow and places it against your underbelly. Before you've had a chance to adjust, he's already pushing in. Steve has never taken you in this position before. His length felt...different. He felt much more thicker, to the point where it was almost unbearable, almost.

You squeal into the pillow. Toes curling as he held an arm around your torso. He thrusts at a brutal pace. Your eyes roll back as he took what he wanted. Smacking your rear every now and then to feel you clench around him. He doesn't slow down nor does he falter. He's dead set on cumming right there, right now.

He lifts his leg up and pushes in as deep as he could reach. He emptied his load, warm spurts coat your walls. Filling your womb to the brim. He grunts from the sensation of it, licking the shell of your ear as he came. He backs up, letting part of his length remain inside, plugging you in.

His thumb presses against your rim. As if he were testing the waters. He collects your arousal, scooping up the slick before lathering it against your other hole. He inserts a digit in, watching you writhe in pleasure oh-so beautifully.

You felt something prodding against it. A familiar feeling. He pushes the small phallus in until it's end remains. You groan from the stretch. You don't know what it was exactly until he presses a button. It's faint buzzing has you sobbing with pleasure. You were going to tell Stevie about the vibrator, eventually. But now he was just being cruel.

He slams his length back into you. Gripping your hips hard enough to hurt. One of his hands has felt stronger than the other. As he thrusts his hips back and fourth, you lose the strength to hold your position and fall forward. He continues to plunge at a brutal pace, deepening his strokes until climaxing yet again. You were in sheer bliss. Almost passing out with pleasure.

He finally flips you over to take a good look. You fight the urge to keep your eyes shut. You've been waiting for this moment and he knows exactly what to do. There’s only one way to wake sleeping beauty up: A True love's kiss. And if there’s one thing Steve loved more than anything else, it's watching his best friend cuckhold his wife.

Steve has to bite his lips to stifle the moan escaping. His eyes are hooded with lust. He delves his tongue deep into your abused channel, latching his lips on your mound as he tastes his friend's spent. He rolls his eyes back, savoring the moment with a hum. You whine from the sensation of it.

His moans send a vibration throughout your slit. It takes every muscle in your body not to cum right then and there. Steve muffles his face against your womanhood. Moving his head from side to side as he brushes his nose against your clit. He engulfs the erotic scene in front of him. Savoring every last drop. Almost losing himself in the process. When he retreats he confesses, “You were right Buck, this was a great idea.”

Your eyes shoot open when he says those words. Steve lifts your legs up as he drags you to the end of the bed. His fingers dig into your soft flesh as he pulls you towards him. He rubs his tip against your now drenched opening, looking you dead in the eyes as he gave a command, “Look at me.” he grips your jaw in a firm grasp, growling in your face, “You look at your husband when he's speaking to you."

Bucky can't help but smirk. He taught him well. Maybe that'll keep you from running your mouth. He retreats to the kitchen where the unopened champagne bottle was left. When he returns you're a blubbering mess. He pops the cork off, tilting the bottle over Steve's head. His friend tilts his head back, opening his mouth to capture the liquid. Bucky pours the rest onto your naked bodies. Lapping the drink from your skin.

Bucky lays right next to you as Steve lifts your body. He sits you in his friend's lap. Your eyes are shut, head bowing with shame. Until you feel Bucky's girth pressing against your rear. They shoot open as you began pleading with him, begging for Steve to make him stop. Your husband only chuckles at your measly attempt to escape.

He smiles when he sees you taking his best friend. As if Bucky were made for you. He sighs with adoration, "Thanks for the anniversary gift Buck, I should’ve done this a long time ago," Steve rasps. His friend matches his pace, “Knew you’d like it.” Bucky moans, grunting as you took both of them in.

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darkdarkstucky · 2 years

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masterlist

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

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

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Avengers

coming soon

Steve Grant Rogers

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HIDDEN

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

○ Pairing: Soft!Dark Steve Rogers x Reader

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2

•❥ ONESHOTS

I got you, sweet girl.

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

•❥ HEADCANONS

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

James Buchanan Barnes

•❥ SERIES

•❥ ONESHOTS

Meeting The Soldat

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

Scenting

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

•❥ HEADCANONS

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

Maximoff

•❥ HEADCANONS

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

Steve and Bucky

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Pretty

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

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

ABO Universe

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Enchanted

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

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

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Old Skool #2

Summary: steve introduces bucky to a girl he’s sure they’ll both like

Warnings: dark themes, non-con/dub-con elements, mentions of drug use, reader deals/struggles with mental health, dealings with trauma, single parenthood, single mother reader (has a genius 4 year old), slow burn (kinda), blackmail, stockholm syndrome, angst, more tags to be added…

(2) Tell Me Something I Don’t Know

“Bucky?” the concern could be heard for miles, the sharp clap of a car door meeting its seal. You look to your left, surprised to see Steve looking around the damaged vehicle.

“In here,” you shudder at the feel of eyes on you. You force yourself to brush it off as you walk away from the sergeant. “Uh, hi Steve.” you naw on your bottom lip, anxiously teetering on your toes as you meet him just past the garage opening.

His blue eyes soften as he looks at you, pale cheeks reddening in embarrassment. The earlier anger you saw when he walked up shocked you, reminding you of the last class. His going to say something, but the other man speaks. “Thanks for answering my text, glad to know you’d still pick me up.”

The ire in James tone has you turning. You look between the two super soldiers. The tension palpable between the two. “We’re not doing this here,” The whisper spoken so personally, it felt like you were intruding.

“Mommy?” You face is pinched as you turn to your daughter. She’s eyeing you skeptically, and you honestly return a look of confusion. You’re by her side within a moment, shaken that there were witnesses to your swiftness.

“Hey baby, I need you to go to your room, go get your blueberry. wait for me.” The secret was conveyed perfectly. You watch her, you pay close attention to her eyes.

You kiss her on the top of her head. The tiny hairs on your back raise sharply. It’s too quiet as you watch her disappear down the hall, but you know they’re there, watching.

When you turn to face them your muscles are taught. You vision sharpens as you pay close attention to them both. “I’m not going to pretend like this was some accident,” You roll your shoulders, “So what do you want?”

“Y/n,” Steve starts, eyes startled, alarmed in a way that makes you watch him closer. His hands are held up placatingly, your eyes dart to James. He’s taught himself. “Please calm down, we just want to talk-“

“Get to the point Steve,” your tone is harsher than you wanted it to be, evident at his stricken expression. The silence is tense, you’re hearing sharp, listening out for your kid.

“It’s really not what you think doll,” The stoic soldier speaks up, his voice raspy from its momentary absence. You narrow your leer at him taking in his entirety. He looms in front of your tool shelf. The blue of his eyes are conflicting, dark and yet dangerously inviting. There was a hunger in his stance, like a predator stalking its prey… further unnerving you.

“Bucky, stand down.” Steve pleads softly. “I don’t want you to scare her, she’s-“ He cuts himself off. A grimace on his face as he looks back at you, ashamed, bashful. “Just stand down-“

“You gonna stop me Stevie?” Bucky’s tone was further unsettling now. Joyful and murderous. A creak in the floorboards throws you into over drive.

You’re behind the door connecting your house and garage in a moment, locking the door and shifting alarmingly fast to your daughter. As the door kicks in your already in your room, slinging your duffle along your body as you cling tightly to Nineve.

“Mom-“ she whimpers but you shake your head hard, silencing her fears. She’s burying her face in your shoulder as you silently slip through the window, closing it behind you with delicate diligence.

Your senses feel like live wire, your body electrified as you speed around the back of the house as you hear the two super soldiers argue and cause a rampage through your small quaint home.

“Buck stop!” Steve sharply reprimands. “She’s not supposed to be like the others, she’s different.”

A dark chuckle shakes the frames of the house as you sneaky into your car. “Then why’d you wait so long to introduce us, mhm punk?” There’s a pregnant pause. “You know I don’t like you holding out on me. Otherwise, I’ll start looking for myself,”

“They’ll kill you if you did. If they found out-“

“You’re gonna tell them?” Another pregnant pause, “Because if you do, you have to tell them what you did too.” Two heavy steps forward.

You clutch Nineve and quickly cover her mouth before she begins to cry. Just a moment baby, Please, you beg with your eyes as you listen to the bickering men.

“You know I wouldn’t do that, but Buck,” There’s further commotion, more rampage. “Buck-“

“Where the fuck is she?” James angrily snarls, “Come out doll.” He taunts.

“Bucky,” Steve hisses sharply. A few powerful thuds and bangs makes Nineve shake violently. Your hand is drenched in tears. Your heart begins to race but you stifle your breathing, calming your self. You’re sympathetic to her senses, but you can’t chance them catching you too soon.

The air becomes densely silent. You turn the key and shift gears, pulling out the garage in seconds. As you’re in the street, shifting gears and pulling off you see the both of them charge after you. Scrambling over themselves to get in their car.

But the head start was all you need. You’re whipping through traffic unnaturally fast as you make your way to the interstate.

Nineve clambers out of your hold, crying and screaming. “What was that?! Momma what was that! Why were they here?”

“Nonny please, stop screaming-“

“Mommy!” She squeals.

“Nineve stop yelling at me.” You reprimand sharply. Her cries quiet immediately. She hiccups and wraps her arms around herself. “I’m sorry.” you immediately apologize.

She’s quieter than normal. “I know that was scary. And I’m sorry okay? I’m sorry you had to hear that.” You let out a shaky breath. “And… and I’m sorry for snapping at you. I shouldn’t have, but I needed you to stop screaming.”

Nineve hiccups, but scoots into your side, clicking the seatbelt over her small lap. She snuggles closer as she wipes her tears. “I’m scared too. And the last thing I need are the bad men coming after us and the superhero’s getting involved.”

“B-but mommy,” She asks, voice shaky with tears. “I was scared of the superhero’s.” her small hands squeeze your side as she tries to hide beside you.

You rest a trembling hand on top of her head, doing your best to sooth her as you turn sharply off the interstate into the forest line. Honking horns and screeching tires the least of your worries. “I know baby, me too.”

—

When Nineve wakes up, you stop for gas in some fairway station, in the middle of somewhere Minnesota. She rubs her puffy eyes, taking in her surroundings. The area ear achingly silent as you turn off the vehicle. “Where are we mommy?”

“Minnesota, somewhere.” You tell her unsure. You reach to the glove box and grab the envelope. You thumb out enough money to fill the tank. You get out with the key, locking the door as you walk around your car to the pump.

You tense as you pump the gas, looking over your shoulder repeatedly, alert and ready to make a mad dash.

How has life managed to catch up with you so suddenly? You know you can’t keep running forever, but super soldiers? How did they even find out?

Your heart drops to your stomach. It was right in front of you. Steve was in your class, and despite your disregard of titles and accolades, you should’ve been more aware of the circumstances. But still, you felt blindsided. Why? Why target you? And why come after you now? And why was he so unsuspecting at first?

Your thoughts are interrupted but the shift in the silence. It’s impossible for them to have found you, or even caught up to you. Quickly you shake the nozzle and put it away. You close the gas tank opening and hurry to climb into your car. Nineve is dozing again, she’s tightly clutching her stuffed charmander. No doubt her mind is replaying the recent events. Softly your reach out to her as you pull off sharply. “Nonny,” you murmur, you shake her lightly to wake her.

“Yes mommy?” she whispers and rubs her eyes. “Your dreams, they’re scary aren’t they?” you ask carefully.

“Yes.” She says with a weep. You slow the car down to a crawl before turning off into the woods again. You stop when you’re far away enough from the road. You turn to Nineve in the dark of the early morning.

“Listen closely Nineve.” You tell her softly, “I won’t ever let the bad men get to you ever again.” She weeps more and you pull her close, holding her in your arms and cradling her. “I promise, I’ll keep you safe. We’ll never go back to the bad place ever again. Never, ever again.”

“But mommy-“

“No one is ever taking us again. I’ll keep you safe.”

—

“We should be close.”

“She could be anywhere,” The voices alert you, they’re dangerously close. You look down at Nineve, carefully laying her on the floor of the car. You cover her with the blanket you keep in the back, hiding her and keeping her warm from the chill outside.

You make a rash decision. Locking the car manually so not to alert them of your location. You listen to their feet crunching on the twigs and fallen leaves. Easily sneaking up behind them, watching them and listening from afar.

“You shouldn’t have gone to her house.” Steve grumbles. James scoffs. “I wanted to see her for myself. You got to see her, it was my turn.”

“You were going to grab her. The fuck is wrong with you Buck?”

James stood and turns to look at Steve. He gets in his face, “You know as good as me what it’s like now. How far removed we are from the world around us. And how the horrors we face have gotten to us,” James is sneering now, “Don’t you go cursing at me, you think you’re better than me? Huh? You think because they all trusted you and your heroism that that makes you better than me Steve?”

“I didn’t mean it like that Bucky.” Steve acquiesces. James takes a pause, “I’m the only one who actually knows you Steve Rogers.”

You shudder at the intensity in which they stand. James words eerie as he speaks them with a chill. “Don’t you ever forget that.”

You step back, unaware of your steps. The crunch of leaves and twigs makes them sharply turn. James cheshire grin makes your cheeks got hot, Steve’s blue eyes fill with relief.

James is the first to move, but Steve is close on your heels. “Don’t come any closer.” you step back two feet for the several steps they took.

“I’m sorry we scared you doll, that was my mistake-“

“Save it.” You defensively snap. “Who sent you?” You ask them sharply, gaze shifting between them rapidly. They pause. Confusion as clear as day on their faces.

You’re stunned. Their reactions weren’t at all what you were expecting. “We came here on our own,” Steve speaks up. “I’m sorry, I should’ve went about this a completely different way.” Steve begins to plead, James rolls his eyes.

“Just spit it out Steve.” James agonizingly encourages. “Spare her the bullshit, clearly she can handle it. Right sweet face?”

You give him a pinched look, but nod anyway. His grins darkens. Steve stalls, eyes remorseful. “I- I don’t even know where to be-“

“We’ve been watching you doll.” James says proudly. “Stalking you is the right word. Stevie here has a stuffy for you,” He dramatically stops and leers suggestively, eyeing you up and down, up and down, patiently slow. “And I have to say, I have one for you too. You look great after the kid.” He winks.

You feel raw, unprepared for this kind of confession, you’re completely at a loss of words. Suddenly exposed in a completely light. This couldn’t really be happening.

“No fucking way.” You utter and drop your defensive stance. “You show up to my home, unannounced, ready to what?-“ You look at them incredulously, “Kidnap me?! Terrify the fuck out of my child, because you want to get your dicks wet?”

James chuckles, Steve at least has the decency to look ashamed. James clears his throat, “You’re a smart girl. You’re right Steve,” he hums, “I like her.”

“You’re not serious.” Your blood boils beneath your skin. You feel the heat rise off you rapidly. “No no, you can’t be serious” You repeat sinisterly.

“Y/n,” Steve says your name softly. You level him with a dark glare, your vision tunnels, a red ring firing behind your irises. “Y/n,” He says your name softly again, “Where’s your daughter?”

The questions puts out your flame of fury immediately. Again displaying your hidden strengths your to her within the blink of an eye. She’s waiting patiently as you walk up to the door. You unlock the door and smile at her. She smiles back. “I knew you would come back.”

“Of course I would.” You reassure her. You run your finger over her cheek, catching a stray tear. “Mommy, you were really angry just now?” She asks slowly.

You look over your shoulder, “Yes, I was.” You look back to her, “I need you to get back down okay, stay there until I come back to get you.”

“Are we safe mommy?” She asks worriedly. You nod quickly. “We are, we’re just being followed by idiots” You admonish the two genetically manipulated men. “I’ll be back.”

And surely within the moment, you stop them mid trek in your direction. “Shit doll, don’t scare us like that.” James laughs lightheartedly.

“Is she okay?” Steve asks gently, blue eyes searching your dark ones. He’s intent in trying to gauge your reaction. “She’s fine, she’s safe.” You assure him.

“I’m sorry for scaring you both.” He apologizes. “I- I’m just sorry.”

“I’m not the one you should be apologizing to.” You tell him softly. You look between him and James. The later standing against the trunk of a tree, amusement in his eyes.

“Who are you running from if you don’t mind me asking sweet face.” James asks with a dark grin. He stands straight and walks carefully to you. You allow him to get close, and he towers over you. “Why? Don’t you know?”

“Humor me.” He challenges playfully, the mirth in his eyes contrasting the danger rolling off his shoulders. “Buck.”

“Cmon Stevie, she’s a big strong girl.” James is captivating as he speaks, but you don’t miss the way Steve comes around you, the both of them sandwiching you. You shudder, becoming overwhelmed with them so close. “Right doll?” James eyes become so soft, melting you on the spot.

You nod slowly, finally finding your words when he repeats his question. Completely hypnotized by his gaze, you don’t shy away when Steve presses himself to your back, hands firm on your arms. “Tell us babydoll.” Steve murmurs against you, lips at the top of your head.

“Ethos.”

#dark!stucky #dark!stucky x black!reader #dark!bucky barnes x reader #grey! steve #dark!stucky x reader #black! reader #mcu au #mutant!reader

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cissywritess · 11 months

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𝑪𝒂𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒉𝒆 | Four

Summary: You’re in your last year of high school, you want out of this town. It won’t be so easy when you got a stalker.

Pairing: Dark!Stucky x reader

Warnings: Contains dark themes, 18+ please do not read without looking at warning first.

Notes: sorry for taking so long. It’s almost like a I have a life.

Steve comes in, making you immediately sit up from your spot. You've been here for a week, a week of hell. At first, you thought they were going to kill you but they explained that they plan on keeping you for a while. They also told you the reason they took you. They have been madly in love with you ever since Steve found you in the diner, love at first sight he says. Steve and Bucky had been looking for their third missing piece, after all, they deserve it.

“Hey sweetheart how are you doing?” he asked you, you were shocked that he even had the nerve to say that after he literally kidnapped you. You didn’t reply, making him sigh. He walks closer to you, making you back up. “Now where are your manners,” he puts his hands on his hips. You’re lucky Bucky wasn’t the one talking to you right now, or this would have been a completely different scenario.

“I wanna leave,” you told him with a shaky voice. Steve drops his hands in disappointment.

“Bucky,” Steve said, you thought he was talking to you but a second later Bucky comes in, and Steve turns to him. “She's not listening, perhaps we can teach her manners,” your heart quickens. This is the completely different scenario. They turn to look at you, Steve reached out, when you realized what was going on you tried to quickly get off the bed but you weren’t fast enough. Steve was awfully strong, you couldn’t even move. Tears began to cloud your vision out of fear.

Bucky left the room, “This is for your own good sweetheart,” Steve told you. You’ve never been this scared before. Steve forcefully laid you down on the bed, Bucky came back and handed Steve cuffs, you tried to squirm away from him but Bucky had his hands on your legs keeping you in place.

Once your hands and legs were cuffed Steve began to pull down your pants. You cried out terrified.

You had an idea of what they’re gonna do. You felt Bucky’s fingers dance along your cotton panties, your mind was racing.

“Look at this pretty pussy,” Bucky said moving your panties to the side. His fingers slide around your folds.

Without any warning, he slipped his fingers in. Bucky stretched you dry making you wince. You see Steve walk over to the closet pulling out a box you haven’t seen before. You didn’t touch one thing in this room.

You panicked when you saw him pull out a long and thick dildo, you cried even more, what was even more worst it turned on making the toy vibrate.

“Don’t cry, you deserve this.” Steve’s eyes were now dark. You pulled on the restraints only making your wrist and ankles hurt.

He slipped it into your walls, you closed your eyes trying not to focus on the pain.

“See you in a while baby, see if you're ready to use your manners,” Bucky stood up from the bed. They left you there with the dildo vibrating in your pussy.

There was enough lubrication to stop it from hurting. Soon after you began to feel pleasure. You felt yourself building up, you’ve never used a toy before only using your hands, as the knot in your stomach turned you felt yourself climaxing. You held your moans in.

You tried to move your legs to remove the toy but it only created more friction. You felt another knot in your stomach.

You choked after you climaxed again, but it didn’t stop after that, you rode another 2.

You already started to feel euphoric, dizzy from everything. You didn’t stop coming, making you cry.

After 4 hours Steve and Bucky came in. “Are you ready to be good?” Steve said.

You didn’t even let him finish before you were begging for them to stop.

After your punishment, you behaved. You were sore after a few days, you’ve never felt more scared in your life. They told you if you misbehaved again it would be worse. It was enough for you to do what they wanted.

They let you out of the room but one of them always has to be with you, they were insane for sure. How unlucky did you have to be to get kidnapped?

What hurt most was that your own mother willingly gave you up. You would have expected other things from her but not this.

You had a plan you weren’t going to stay here at least you didn’t expect to. When they're asleep you’ll grab one of their phones to call 911.

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nickfowlerrr · 2 years

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chapter one

series masterlist / chapter two

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

warnings: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat. smut. non consensual voyeurism. mentions of paranoia and anxiety. light hair pulling. mention of overstimulation. m masturbation. unprotected sex. +18 ONLY. (if i’m missing something important pls let me know!)

words: 5.7k

notes: the smut is atrocious i apologize in advance 💀 i’m really excited for this series - i hope you guys are too! as always, feedback and comments are welcome and appreciated! thank you for reading 🖤

“Steve?” your voice fell into the quiet surrounding you as you called out into the dark, turning to look behind you, though you weren’t sure you wanted to know what may have been waiting. Worry and fear coursing through your veins as you could have sworn you heard footsteps coming up from behind. Panicking internally, you didn’t know if you should freeze or turn back around and run as fast as you could manage. After a second, you found yourself doing neither, instead taking a small step forward, in the direction of the noise you heard, in the opposite direction you had been heading.

Why? You didn’t know. Maybe deep down, you were hoping it was him. To finally put an end to all of this. Maybe you had some sort of death wish.

But no, you weren’t suicidal. A masochist, maybe.

Or maybe you just couldn’t really believe it was him. It couldn’t be. You were so careful.

You had been so careful.

Taking another step, you held your breath as you tried to squint into the darkness. You couldn’t see anything. There was nothing to see. You were alone. Of course you were alone.

You were paranoid as anxiety ate at you. You spun around and continued forward into the pitch black night, only trees surrounding you as you tried to orient yourself in the thick forest you found yourself in. You had made sure not to bring a lot with you. You were armed only with your backpack, the clothes on your back, shoes on your feet, and the biggest jug of water you could find at the house.

You’d removed all devices you had previously had on you, left your tactsuit behind, too. You didn’t know what had trackers and what didn’t. You didn’t know what to trust so you left nearly everything behind.

Did you have any clue where you were going? No. But you knew you had to go somewhere. You had to get out of there. You had to get away from him. From them, you forced yourself to correct the thought.

It had been two weeks since you had been sent on a solo recon mission. It was easy. Simple. Safe. Or it was supposed to be, at least.

It was also highly confidential. Steve had given you specific instructions as to what you could discuss, nearly nothing, and who you could tell about your assignment, essentially no one. It seemed like it was only him and Bucky who were in the loop at the time and though you were iffy on not keying Stark in, Steve assured you it was for the best. That everyone who needed to know would know when the time came.

And he wouldn’t even tell you the whole story. That should have been your sign to know that something was up. The second he called you in, you just knew something was off. He was acting so differently. Everything in you was telling you that something wasn’t right, but you ignored the feeling. You were known to be a bit..overly cautious. It was something you were working on. And of course the one time you decide to ignore your intuition, this would be the situation you find yourself in.

You had arrived at the safe house the night before you were set to head into the small, unsuspecting European town where the supposed “marks” were working. The more you thought on your assignment, the less sense it made. You tried to brush it off, tried convincing yourself it was the lack of information you were given that was making things seem as unclear as they were. And who were you to question the Captain America? You were still fairly new to being in the field, still recovering from your last mission..from the attack. You were in no place to question anything right now, and certainly not from the man who helped save your life mere weeks ago. He trusted you with this assignment and you should be thanking him for getting you back out there, even if this assignment was a little too easy, it was more than you had to do lately. You just had to locate their base, take some pictures, and report back to Steve. It wasn’t complicated, and there was nothing to worry about..

Still, there was a nagging voice in your head and an odd feeling in your gut trying to tell you that something was wrong.

You made yourself a quick dinner with what you had found in the cupboards and the surprisingly well stocked and kept fridge. The house was certainly one of Tony’s better ones. It seemed like more of a vacation home with how nice it was. And though it was certainly in a more desolate, hard to find or access area, it was still gorgeous. You stared out the window while you ate, looking into the trees that surrounded the place. It was dark out. Still, serene. The view was captivating. But out of nowhere, you were taken out of your peaceful state and almost dropped the plate you were holding when you thought you saw someone outside.

It was a blur, but you could have sworn you saw a glimmer of, well you weren’t sure, but you swore you saw something. You were instantly on edge and grabbed your pistol as your eyes scanned all around the outside. You slowly approached the back door and shoved it open before stepping outside and checking the perimeter of the house. The coast was clear and you didn’t see or hear anything other than the insects and birds that were nearby. Walking back inside, you locked the door behind you and proceeded to check every window and the front and side doors to ensure they were locked as well. When you were satisfied, you cleaned up your small mess and decided on a shower to calm your nerves. Shaking your head at yourself, you sent a quick message to Steve to let him know you were at the safe house and would be heading into town the next morning. You threw your phone on the bed and as you pulled your shirt over your head, thought you heard a door squeaking open. As you shifted your feet, you heard the floor squeaking beneath you and chided yourself for being so jumpy for no reason.

You walked to the bathroom and started the water, letting it warm up as you continued to undress. Once you were done stripping, you got in and tried willing yourself to relax.

You were just about finished showering when you heard your phone going off. You finished up quickly, rinsing off and jumped out of the shower to grab it. You weren’t paying much attention to your surroundings and you didn’t see him waiting for you. Even if you had, though, there was no way you would have been able to escape him. He was too fast. Too strong. And he knew your weaknesses better than anyone.

The shriek you let out when his arms wrapped around your vulnerable body from behind you was piercing and utterly useless. Your hands instantly found him as his head fell to your shoulder while he laughed. You heavily exhaled your breath, shakily as you tried to ground yourself. The feeling of warmth and flesh under one hand and hard vibranium plates under the other, paired with the laughter you could recognize anywhere was like a bucket of cold water being thrown on you, but a relief and comfort in the same breath. You elbowed him in the ribs, but it did little to phase him.

“I’m so sorry, baby,” he laughed. “I had to,”

“Yeah, that’s really fuckin’ funny, Bucky,” you bit. “Let go of me, jackass,” you huffed as you tried to struggle out of his arms, still completely naked and your body wet from the shower. He clearly couldn’t have cared less as his hold on you only tightened while you hit at him and he continued to laugh. As angry as you wanted to be, you felt you couldn’t. You hadn’t told him everything about the attack that night. He couldn’t have known how affected you really were by his little scare, how fucked up and unfunny it was to you. You were sure if he had known, he’d never have done it. In fact, you were sure he’d never have let you come out here by yourself in the first place if he knew. That’s part of the reason you had decided not to tell him the whole story. There was no point in worrying him over it.. Steve had said much the same when you were on your way home after it went down.

“Aw, you get scared so easily, don’t you, princess,” he said teasingly, clearly amused with himself.

“Bucky, let me go, seriously! I’m dripping wet,” you complained as you struggled away from him..

“I’m counting on it,” he responded smoothly as he spun you around and shoved you back, causing you to fall onto the bed before he crawled on top of you.

“What the hell are you even doing here? How did you get here?” you asked, annoyed, as you tried to roll out from under him.

“Steve sent me. There’s been a change of plans,” he said nonchalantly as he kept you exactly where he wanted you, eyes hungry as he drank you in and his hands ran up and down your soft skin.

“What change?” you muttered out as you writhed beneath him, his fingers tickling you as he brushed over your sensitive areas knowingly.

“Don’t know. He said he’ll fill us in when he gets here,” he said into your neck in between kisses.

“Wait, he’s coming here, too? That doesn’t seem..like, strange at all to you?” you asked as you again tried to get him off of you.

“I’m not worried,” he said coolly. “All he said was to meet you here, let you know that your assignment and mine are both on hold and that he’ll be here as soon as he can. We just have to stay put and wait. And there are certainly worse orders to follow and worse places to be locked down at. Trust me,” he said as he pulled away from you, only to move back in to kiss you.

“He’s not gonna be here until tomorrow night at the earliest. I can think of a lot of things we can do to kill the time,” he said against your skin. “And I missed you so much, baby,” he murmured.

“Missed you, too, Buck,” you replied weakly. You were tired and honestly still a little upset, maybe shaken was the better word, but you didn’t want to talk about it. Or think about it for that matter. Instead you found yourself pulling him closer to you by his hair. You stared into his eyes, trying to reassure yourself of your safety. You had nothing to worry about, especially not with Bucky here. After a moment, you pulled him into another kiss.

Bucky was back on top of you, letting his hands wander wherever they pleased, taking full advantage of your lack of clothing.

“Buck,” you breathed.

“Hm?” he hummed against your skin. You moved to sit up and he backed off slightly, helping you. You were now propped up against the pillows, making yourself comfortable before you moved to spread your legs around him, putting your entire body on display for him. His eyes glided down your body before they dropped down to your glistening pussy and he groaned at the sight, letting his hands glide down your body until they reached the top of your thick thighs, squeezing the supple flesh of your hips.

“Take your clothes off,” you told him wantingly.

Bucky wasted no time in doing exactly that while you looked on, admiring the flex of his muscles as he removed his clothing. He was right back on you in the blink of an eye, wearing a smirk that could kill.

“Say no more,” he simpered as you laughed before he kissed you once again. Deep and loving and exactly what you needed. He pulled away from you, his blue eyes dark, breathing heavier as he slowly made his way down your body, taking time to lavish kisses and lovebites to every inch of skin he could.

You moaned when he took a nipple in his mouth, suckling on you while his hand played with your other breast, tugging and pulling at your nipple, causing you to wince at his touch. His hands slid down your tummy and returned to your hips, pulling you closer to him before he placed soft kisses all over your stomach, paying special attention to your marks and scars while you let your head fall back and your eyes shut in pleasure, your fingers winding themselves into his hair. He made his way lower until his lips were on your clit, instantly causing you to moan out as he sucked.

His tongue darted out past his lips, licking at you expertly before he moved further down, bringing his left hand to your entrance. Using his thick fingers to rub at you, he smeared your wetness around before he pumped two fingers inside of you.

“You’re so fucking wet, princess,” he admired. “You miss me?” he asked tauntingly.

“Mhm,” you nodded desperately, fingers tugging at his hair, urging him back to where you needed him to be. “So much.”

“Good,” he said before moving his fingers deeper inside of you until you cried out as he was curling against you perfectly. He let you have your way as his soft lips returned to your clit, sucking harsher than he had before, tongue teasing you as he fucked you on his vibranium fingers. You were a mess of moans and whimpers as he played you so easily. You were clenching down on his fingers the closer he brought you to your orgasm, and he had you begging for him to make you come. It wasn’t long after that he had you crying his name and tugging his hair to get him to stop the overstimulation. He pulled away from you, licking his lips as he looked at you like you were an angel sent from heaven above.

“I’ll never get enough of you, you know that?” he said, gently removing his fingers from you and bringing them to his lips, sucking them clean while you stared at him, mouth agape. He leaned back over you and crashed his lips into yours, the taste of yourself on his tongue had you keening as you pulled him closer.

“I love you,” you breathed against his lips.

“I love you more,” he rasped before finding your lips again, his arms wrapping under you, hugging you to him. You could feel his hard length against your thigh, throbbing when you gently nipped at his lip and let your hand wander down his torso softly before your fingers delicately teased his cock. His eyes squeezed shut, his pink lips parting as he let out a sharp exhale, letting you do as you please.

You stroked his cock as you peppered kisses down his throat. Taking your time and relishing the sounds of pleasure spilling from his lips, raining praises down on you and moaning your name. You were smearing his precum around the head of his cock, pumping him faster, when he cursed, sounding like your touch burned him. You couldn’t help your little smirk when he nearly whimpered as you let go of his length.

“Please, baby,” Bucky choked out, looking at you with pleading, ocean blue eyes.

You flipped around, forcing Bucky to do the same so he was against the pillows now and you were above him, eyes locked on his, blue swimming in lust and need, you were sure yours looked much the same. You held his face in your hands, pulling him to you, noses brushing when you kissed him with everything you had to give. Trying to get across how badly you needed him, too. Though his arrival was unexpected to say the least, you couldn’t have been more grateful to have him here.

You always felt safe with him, you knew you were safe with him. And that’s what you needed, after everything. You needed Bucky. You’d spent all of a few hours with him the past week and you didn’t realize how badly you’d been missing him. He finally pulled away from your kiss, his hands finding your face in return, eyes full of concern now as he searched your face.

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” he cooed, voice gentle, wanting to ease you, but commanding enough to get you to meet his gaze.

“Nothing,” you breathed, shaking your head. “Nothing’s wrong. I just- I’ve really missed you,” you deflected. You almost felt bad for not telling him everything, knowing he’d want to know, but you weren’t fully lying to him, either. You really had missed him. “I need you, Bucky.” you mewled, lowering yourself down onto him, grinding your ass against his cock, earning a pained moan from him that turned into a hiss.

“I know, baby. I know,” he told you. “I need you, too,” he panted, moving your hips back so that his cock was better positioned at your entrance. He slid his dick against your pussy, up and down, as his head nudged deliciously at your sensitive clit. You couldn’t help yourself and started moving against him, the friction sending sparks of pleasure through you. You sat higher up, kneeling over him now. You gripped his thick length and positioned him at your slick opening before slowly sliding down on him, moaning out at the instant stretch as Bucky gripped your wide hips, his rough hands moving to knead your ample ass, relishing the feeling of your tight cunt squeezing him.

You began riding his dick, slow and achingly for both of you. You couldn’t get enough of the feeling of him inside of you, the nudging of your clit against him with each grind of your hips. Bucky’s hands moved up to your chest, squeezing your heavy breasts in his hands before he leaned up and buried his face in them, licking and kissing your nipples, being encouraged by the way your walls squeezed him even tighter at the sensation. When he pulled away from your chest, he pulled your face down to his, pulling on your hair to do so. His lips crashed into yours heatedly. He gripped your hips once again, taking control of your motions now, and thrusting up into your tight heat. You cried out at his first few thrusts, the sound muffled by his tongue exploring your mouth. He didn’t let up and you soon found yourself grinding back onto him, meeting his every thrust. His hands slid up your back, holding you while he continued fucking up into you, the sound of your flesh slapping against his with every thrust and your moans and cries mingling with Bucky’s grunts and pants filling the room.

“You’re so fucking good, baby. Such a good girl,” he praised through heavy breaths. “You take my cock so well.”

You mewled again at his words and found yourself on your back in a heartbeat as Bucky flipped you both over again. Your legs instinctivelly wrapped around him as he fucked into you, hitting so deep. You felt near dazed, drunk of the high of him, you swore you could see stars. The glide of his thick cock inside you was overwhelming, bordering on too much to handle. You didn’t think you’d be able to hold your orgasm if you tried. “I’m so close,” you whispered. “Mm, ‘m gonna come, Bucky, I’m gonna come.” you crooned.

“Come for me, princess. Wanna feel you squeeze me, baby. Let go for me,” he coaxed as he rocked his hips against you, the motion stimulating your clit. That was the last little bit you needed to push you over the edge, to let go completely. You came with a shout, crying at the sheer euphoria, legs tightening around him as you did.

The grip you had on his cock had Bucky coming almost immediately after you, which let you know he had been close for a while and fought off his own orgasm to ensure you came first, like he always did. Your pleasure was always his number one priority. He made it well known to you from the very first time you slept together, and every time thereafter.

You felt like you were in heaven, Bucky’s heavy body atop you, your hands running soothingly up and down his back as you both came down from your highs, his head buried in your neck, both of you trying to calm your breathing. After a few minutes of lying there, Bucky tenderly pulled out of you, placing a kiss on your forehead as he got up from the bed and moved into the bathroom. You heard the sink run for a second and Bucky was back before you a moment later. He gently cleaned you up with a damp rag and then himself before he settled back down on the mattress. You smiled lazily at him as he pulled you into his arms. You laughed at nothing, just the feeling of happiness bubbling its way out past your lips as you nuzzled into his chest, his warmth surrounding you as he pulled the comforter around your intertwined bodies.

“That was really good,” you sighed.

“That was amazing,” he grinned in return.

“You’re always amazing,” you told him, looking up to meet his eyes, needing him to know how sincere you were.

“Such a sweet talker,” he laughed at you, causing you to smile in turn. You rested your head against his chest again as his hands now ran soothingly up and down your back.

“I’ve missed this. I feel like we haven’t had any time together lately. I’ve missed just being with you, ya know?” you murmured.

He hummed in response, placing a kiss a top your head.

“I know. I’ve missed it, too. But we’re gonna have time together now. No missions to get in the way, nothing to worry about.”

“Until Steve gets here,” you responded glumly.

“We’ll still have each other when he does,” he reminded you. “It’ll be nice, all of us getting to spend time with each other.” You furrowed your brow as you took in his words..

“Working isn’t really the same thing as spending time together,” you argued.

“No, I just meant, you know none of us have really seen each other much lately..” he tried to explain. You didn’t really get what he was saying, but didn’t want to start an argument over nothing.

“Okay,” you allowed. “I just meant that I miss you. Alone time with you. Just you.”

Bucky looked at you, eyes filled with something akin to guilt. “It’s okay, though. We’re both busy, it’s not like it’s your fault,” you wanted to assure him, ease any sense of guilt he might have had.

He smiled weakly, kissing your forehead again, holding you a little tighter.

“This’ll be good for us,” he whispered into your hair. It was only going to be a day you’d have alone with each other, but you figured he was right, it would be good for you both. Might as well make the most of what time you had together before Steve arrived and you were back to focusing on the mission. Whatever it really was…

The rest of your first night at the safe house was spent entirely wrapped around Bucky. Your cuddling turned into making out that turned into soft cockwarming that inevitably turned into sex, again and again. He showered you with his love and sweet words, drowning you in his affection. Making sure you knew how much he’d missed you. How much he cared for you. You weren’t sure what time it was that you eventually fell asleep, but it was well into the early hours of morning.

Your lack of sleep, however, had no effect on your alarm. It was nearing 8:30 when you begrudgingly forced yourself to get up, prying Bucky’s arms from around you in order to do so. You had showered last night but that clean feeling was long gone now. You knew you smelled like sex and sweat and you were sure the sheets and blankets did, too. You made a mental note to wash them as soon as Bucky got up, figuring he’d sleep for a little while longer. That wasn’t the case, you realized as his hand grabbed yours when you moved to walk away from the bed. You looked back at him and his eyes were still bleary with sleep as he tugged at you.

“Where you going?” he asked, voice thick with sleep.

“To shower,” you said quietly, running your free hand through his messy bed head.

He groaned before he let go of your hand and propped himself up. “I’ll join you.”

An hour later you were toweling off and putting your clothes for the day on as Bucky took the bedding to the washer. The very expensive washer. You made a comment about how upscale this safe house was compared to what you’d had to stay in before, how it seemed more like a vacation home instead. Bucky just let out a light, awkward laugh, “Seems that way.” Weirdly avoiding looking at you as he grabbed the comforter off the floor and went to the laundry room.

You watched him as he left, curious, but choosing to focus on finishing getting ready.

If you let yourself think too long about why you were here in the first place, you started to get a little ancy, bordering on paranoid - like you often did. But knowing that Bucky wasn’t concerned or worried helped quell those feelings. You trusted him and his instincts, so if he didn’t think much of it, you knew it was probably all in your head.

It didn’t take much longer to finish up in the bedroom, and you headed to the kitchen. You walked in on Bucky on the phone, when he saw you he seemed to cut the conversation short with a, “fine, we’ll see you when you get here.”

“Steve?” you asked as you moved further into the room.

“Yeah. He’s gonna be here around eight,” he responded, running a hand through his hair.

“Did he say anything?”

“About what?” he asked, looking at you.

“The mission? Like, what we’re doing out here in the middle of nowhere, not telling anyone what we’re doing or why,” you said, growing agitated at the feeling of being in the dark in regards to whatever was going on.

“Don’t stress, sweetheart. He’s gonna tell us all about it tonight. Let’s make breakfast,” he said, wanting to get your mind off of things.

“That’s another thing,” you started, not wanting to let this go so easily. “This place is fully stocked with perishables, don’t you think that’s odd?”

“Baby, your mission has been planned for two weeks. Steve probably had a contact bring stuff over before you got here so you’d have edible food.”

“But I was only supposed to stay here one night, two tops,” you returned. “There’s enough food to last at least four people for a good week or two.”

“Maybe someone was supposed to be coming in after you. You’re not the only agent in the world, ya know?” he tried to joke, but his brushing off of your thoughts rubbed you the wrong way. You decided to go outside, clear your head hopefully.

“I’m gonna go walk around for a bit,” you said.

Bucky was in front of you in a flash, blocking your way.

“You can’t,” was all he said.Your eyes narrowed as you looked up at him.

“I can’t?” you repeated, growing more annoyed.

“No. I’m sorry, I didn’t wanna worry you, but Steve said we need to lay low. No comings or goings until he’s here.”

“Bucky, what the fuck is going on?” you asked, exasperated.

“We’ll figure it out when Steve gets here, okay? I promise.” He reached out to rub your arm, but you shrugged back, avoiding his touch. Eyes hard as you examined his face intently, your eyes searching his.

“I know you know something, Bucky.” You stated, not an ounce of doubt in your voice.

“Baby, please. Just trust me.” He said, almost pleading, but with the subtle hint of authority his voice naturally held. You swallowed the lump in your throat at that. Willing yourself to calm down. You did trust him. With everything you had, you trusted him.

You stepped closer and took his face in your hands, making direct eye contact, gazing into the deep blues of his eyes, making sure he was fully seeing you and hearing you before you spoke.

“You know I trust you. Please don’t give me a reason not to.”

He was looking right back at you as he nodded his head and you slipped your hands from his face, taking a step back from him. “Okay, then,” you huffed. “Make me pancakes or something.”

His face brightened instantly as he smiled at you, looking relieved. “Your wish is my command,” he replied smoothly.

You tried to let the gnawing feeling that something wasn’t right go, but it was still there in the back of your mind. You cooked and ate with Bucky at your side before you set to wash the dishes as he went back to the laundry room to put the bedding in the dryer.

You met back up in the living room, deciding on a movie to pass the time as you cozied up with him under the throw blanket. The day passed a lot quicker than you had hoped it would, knowing your alone time would come to an end soon. It’s not like you didn’t enjoy being around Steve, you did, you’d just been away from Bucky for so long you wanted to stay in your own little bubble with him for as long as you could. This little glimpse into what domestic life with Bucky would be like made your heart soar and had you looking to the future with brighter eyes than you had before. You made lunch together then cleaned up and found yourselves getting lost in one another again as Bucky had you up against the counter, pushing his weight into you as you kissed each other greedily. He spun you around and bent you over the counter top, slipping his joggers down and your sweats down right after. Your toes were barely touching the floor with each thrust Bucky made into you. Your hips would be sore later from the harsh pounding against the wood, but the pleasure lighting through you had you not caring in the slightest. If you had been paying more attention to your surroundings, if your eyes hadn’t been squeezed shut in ecstasy as Bucky took you from behind, maybe you would have taken notice of the little surveillance camera that was hidden across the room, pointed right at you.

On a quinjet about five hours away, Steve watched as you came undone on Bucky’s cock. He couldn’t resist from pulling himself out of his pants as he looked on, slowly pumping his own stiff cock, desperately wanting to know how it’d feel if it was your hands stroking him, or your mouth sucking him dry, or your cunt wrapped around him as he fucked you. He was cursing and growling as he pumped himself faster and tighter, watching as Bucky carried you to the couch, positioning you perfectly, giving him the best view of you as you and Bucky started round two. He could hear your moans and cries along with Bucky’s panting and dirty talk while he got himself off. As he continued watching Bucky fuck you, he finally let himself go when you came for the third time, Bucky following shortly after. He cursed under his breath, regaining his breathing as he cleaned his mess and zipped his pants back up. Letting out a heavy sigh as he looked on at Bucky kissing you adoringly, you cuddling into him. He couldn’t wait until that was him, too. Until he was there with you, showering you with all the affection he’s had to keep to himself - and Bucky on the rare occasion they had any time alone. When he wasn’t on a mission or training, he was with you. He tried hard not to resent him, he knew it was all part of the plan, but he was having a harder and harder time seeing you two together when he couldn’t have either of you the way he wanted.

He had been waiting so long to finally get you out there. To finally get his share of your affections. The last mission you were on was too close of a call. He almost lost it completely and that would’ve ruined everything. He hadn’t even told Bucky what really went down, just that he couldn’t keep waiting forever. Despite Bucky’s protest, claiming you still needed more time to get introduced to the idea, Steve went ahead with his plan anyway. Bucky might be a little pissed at him for this whole scheme, but it’d work out for all three of you in the end. He was sure of it. He really couldn’t wait any longer. He needed to be there. To be with you. Five hours. Just five more hours.

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Careful baby

Warnings: Mentions of spankings, ddlg/little reader, yelling, dark-ish fic

Summary: Little!reader refusing to take her medicine (on account of it being “icky”) until someone decides to threaten them with a spanking from a certain someone with a metal arm.

Pairings: Soft!Dark!Daddy!Steve x Little!Reader, Soft!Dark!Daddy!Bucky x Little!Reader

“Daddy no! no! no! I don’t need any medicine, it’s icky and I don’t like it!”

“Sweetheart, please just listen to me. It’ll make you feel tons better. It’ll get rid of all the icky feelings and then no more sickies for my little princess. Please, darling…just listen to Daddy this one time, okay?” Steve looked down at you sympathetically as you lay in your bed cuddled up with your favourite stuffies. It broke his heart to see you feeling this unwell, and even more now that you were crying over having to take some medicine.

You shake your head once again before rolling over and shoving your face in one of your pillows while lightly sobbing. The medicine tasted icky, and you already feel icky so you don’t want to feel any worse, why can’t your daddies understand that?

Steve sighs and puts down the medicine before sitting down on the bed next to you and slowly turning you to look at him “Babygirl…I didn’t wanna have to do this…if you don’t take your medicine then I’ll have to call your Dada home from work to make sure you take your medicine.”

Your eyes widen at the thought of your Dada coming home early from work just to give you your medicine. You knew he wouldn’t be impressed with your refusal to take your medication, however, you still couldn’t stand the idea of taking the bad-tasting medication and feeling even worse than you do right now. Starting to feel a bit overwhelmed, you reach for your paci that’s on the bedside table, but Steve grabs it before you can and quickly stands up.

“What’s it gonna be, babygirl? Should I grab the medicine or get the lotion ready instead?” Steve bites back a smirk when you look up at him with a confused expression. However, that confused expression is quickly replaced with a scared look when you notice him opening up the drawer filled with aftercare products that Steve and Bucky spoil you with after giving you an intense punishment. He pulls out a special cream that Bucky uses on you usually after using his metal arm for a long and harsh spanking.

“Daddy no…” you start to cry harder and make grabby hands for him as the tears are streaming down your face.

He quickly walks back over to you with a smile and picks you up before popping the paci in your mouth.

“Hmm so what do you think, babygirl? Should we give Dada a call?” He lightly bounced you in his arms while picking up his phone and dialing Bucky’s number before you could even answer him.

“Daddy no! I hab medicine! Pwease no call Dada! Pwease I pwomise I be good for Daddy!” you spit the paci out and start to cry harder, knowing that Bucky was going to be really upset with you now. All of a sudden, you start to cough uncontrollably as a result of all the crying, making Steve panic momentarily. He quickly puts his phone down, not bothering to hang up.

“Shh shhh…you’re okay sweetheart…shhh it’s okay Daddy is here.” He starts to rub your back gently while whispering sweet little nothings in your ear every now and then. You start to calm down slightly, but still scared of getting a punishment. You think back to when they first took you and how terribly quick they were to punish you for the smallest mistakes. The biggest one being your countless tries to leave the compound and talking about how much you miss your old life. You shiver slightly thinking back to that memory and quickly slip your thumb in your mouth.

“Darling, what did we say about putting your thumb in your mouth?” Steve lightly scolded you while grabbing another clean paci from the dresser and carefully replacing your thumb with it.

“Sowwy, Daddy…” you whisper quietly before starting to softly suck on the paci and resting your head on his shoulder.

“It’s okay, princess. You’re still learning. Isn’t that right?” you quickly lift your head up to nod at him, then hesitantly point at the medication on your bedside table.

Steve walks back over to your bed, gently placing you down before picking up the medicine again. You try not to pout and wait for him to give you the medicine. Steve carefully poured some of the cough syrup into the small little cap before handing it over to you. You stare at the small cap for a minute, debating if the spanking might be worth waiting to take it. Steve sits down next to you and takes the medicine from you, before holding your hands down with one of his hands, and then gently encouraging you to take the medicine. You close your eyes and hold your nose before gulping it down, trying not to gag. He quickly hands you your bottle filled with water to wash it down.

“There we go, sweet girl. That wasn’t so hard now was it, babygirl?” Steve puts the medicine away and helps you lay back down before handing you your paci back. He gets up from the bed and leans down to give you a kiss on your forehead before walking out of the room to allow you to cry yourself to sleep.

A few hours later, you feel something cool on your arm, gently shaking you awake. You rub your eyes furiously before you realize a metal arm pulls your hands away from your eyes.

“Careful babydoll, wouldn’t want you to hurt those pretty eyes.”

You quickly open your eyes and realize Bucky is finally home, making you clutch your stuffie tightly.

“You know Steve always forgets to hang up the call before putting his phone down. He’s a bit silly sometimes huh? Is that why my babydoll was giving him so much trouble earlier?” you whimper lightly knowing where this is heading. You start to crawl back further away from him when you notice the special cream on the bedside table.

“Alright doll, you know the drill. How many spankings do you think are fair? Since you’re sick I don’t want to make you feel any worse, does 25 sound fair to you, love?”

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twjournals · 2 years

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Forbidden Fruit |||

Warning: dark!criminal!Bucky Barnes x dark!cop!Steve Rogers x fem!reader, eventual non-con/dub-con, possessive/obsessive behavior, jealousy, gun violence, violence in general

Summary: After some time away, the town's golden boy is back to reclaim his title and his girl. Unfortunately for him, trouble has followed him home.

Word Count: 2.7k

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Since you had come in late, you figured it was only fair to make up for the hours missed by helping close the diner. It was quiet compared to how business roared during the day, and sometimes you preferred it to your morning shifts just to get away from the usual. That wasn't to say you didn't like your regulars, but certain people did put a damper on things.

You had just checked out the last of your customers for the night. The young couple shuffled out of the booth, leaving behind a few bucks for a tip before heading out the door. "Thank you, guys. Come back and see us." They threw their hand up on their way out.

You moved around the counter to their table, tucking the few bucks away with the rest of your tips and cleaning up the mess. Nat took the opportunity to lock the door and turn off the glowing open sign before anyone else tried to walk in.

It was always good feeling locking up because you knew you didn't have to serve anymore customers.

You raked off the dishes with a fork into the floor before taking the back to the kitchen for Pietro to wash with the rest of the dishes.

"Good news. This is it." You assured. He thanked you kindly before taking the last of the dishes. You returned to the table afterwards.

You often wondered how Wanda and Pietro made it through their shifts without bickering. Especially for as long as you had known them, but you guessed being on two separate ends of the building helped too.

"Freedommmm." Nat threw her arms up, earning a laugh from you and Wanda.

She smiled in response before plopping down in the booth with Wanda to help her fold up some silverware. You wiped down the table and seats while listening to them create small talk.

You glanced out the window at the dark street. Home wasn't far from the diner, but considering it was dark, it only had the walk seem longer. Even having known the people in the town as long as you had, you were fond of the idea of walking home in night.

"No, Nat. Seriously you should have seen him, I don't know what came over him. I've never seen Steve like that." Wanda attempted to talk quietly even though you could still her. Maybe in a busy restaurant she might have went unheard.

You peaked over the booth you were cleaning at them. By the way Wanda leaned closer against the table, you could tell she was trying to keep you from hearing.

"So he just broke the glass out of nowhere? No one knows what set him off?" Nat muttered.

God, they were awful at whispering.

"If you ask me, I think Steve saw her with that new guy." Wanda stopped folding, nearly leaning over the table.

"You mean the one with the long hair? Wears the gloves?"

"That's the one." Wanda confirmed.

You rolled your eyes and finished wiping down the booth before you stood up. "You realize I can hear everything you're saying?" You pointed out.

Nat's eyes widen at your words and Wanda stumbled over her own. "Hey- I wasn't saying anything bad. I just know anything to do with him is a sore subject."

You walked around the counter again to wash your hands in the sink. You glanced at her as you dried your hands. "I don't care who you talk about. I can handle hearing about my ex." You assured. It was the truth, for the most part.

You moved over to the register, opening it to count down your drawer. You sat the till on the counter and shuffled through the money, counting in your head.

Nat spoke up from her seat. "I can't be the only one who thinks he's been a little different since that new guy came around."

"Oh no, I thought so too." Wanda admitted.

I paused counting. "Bucky?"

They both look at each other smirking slightly.

You rolled your eyes when you noticed. "You guys are awful." You mutter and shook your head. What number were you even on again? Oh, right. And you start back where you left off.

"I mean does it not seem that way to you?"

You sighed. You were never gonna get this done. "He's a customer. I haven't even been out with the guy. He gave me one ride to work, and that was only because I was on the side of the road."

"I offered to send the guys." Wanda reminded you.

"I would rather die."

They both burst out in laughter and you laughed a little yourself. Maybe it was a bit dramatic, but you were partly serious. You didn't want to give your ex the satisfaction of saving the day after he was to blame for many previous ruined ones. Like he was some hero or something.

"But seriously, I would rather walk than have to be in the same vehicle as him. I don't need his help." You admitted.

"Fair enough." Nat nodded while she proceeded to fold up some silverware. "Bucky is so cute though. I envy you. I'm gonna need to pop my own tire on the way to work and see if the hunk comes to my rescue."

Wanda laughed and you rolled your eyes. "Hey, now. Wait for a shift with Y/n before you do that. Ya know, just in case he doesn't come."

"Or do you think I should get under the hood? I'm just trying to figure out the best approach."

You set the cash aside, throwing a rag at Wanda and making them both laugh harder. "Seriously the worst."

"You sure it's not a problem? I can walk if it is. It's not big deal." You asked as you, Wanda, Nat, and Pietro exit the diner. You stopped for a moment to lock the door.

"You know it's not a problem." She assured. Nat and Pietro said their goodbyes before parting ways to their own cars, leaving you and Wanda on your own.

"I have tomorrow off, so I should have my car back then. Hopefully it won't cost me an arm and a leg." You said as you walked with her the rest of the way to her car.

"It's not a problem. You know I'd give you a ride any day." She looked over the roof of her car at you and unlocking the car.

You smile while reaching for the door, pausing when you hear a car pulling in over your shoulder.

"Is it not obvious we're closed?" You commented, glancing over at Wanda who stared behind you before giving you a look. You knew that look. It was one you had been all too familiar with lately and you sighed. You heard the car door open and shut behind you before you turned to confirm your suspicions.

"Wanda." Steve greeted Wanda with a smile before his eyes finally fell on you. This was currently new for him. He was stepping up his game from keeping an eye on you at the diner to stalking you out in the parking lot.

He didn't greet you though; only stared until you shifted awkwardly under his gaze. What could he want at this time of night? You were just trying to get home.

"Wanda," Steve finally broke the silence. "Do you mind if I talk to Y/n alone for a moment?"

He glanced at her over the roof and she looked at you for an answer. You gave a small nod before Wanda climbed into the car.

Steve didn't say anything, but you could tell he was searching for the words to say. You leaned back against the side of the car with your eyes on the pavement as you listened to the crickets.

"If I asked you a favor, would you listen?" He finally said.

You pulled your eyes to meet his. They were already staring at you, but you were almost positive they had been this whole time.

"What?"

"If asked you to do something for me, well for yourself really, would you listen to me?" He tried again.

You stare at him for a moment, watching him moving to lean beside you. So close if it wasn't for the inch between you, your arms would've been touching. "I'm sure I can guess what this is about."

"I wouldn't be saying this if I didn't think it was serious."

"I'm sure."

He didn't have to say anything for you to know where this conversation was going.

He shot you a look. "I just don't get a good feeling about this, Y/n. I can tell you guys are getting close, and if I'm being honest I don't think Bucky is a good person."

You knew that was coming, but who was he to tell you who you could befriend? "Do you know him?"

"No."

Because that makes perfect sense, right? "Have you talked to him before?"

"No." He answered again.

Your patience was starting to run thin already. Steve was the same guy who proposed to you, only to realize after some time this small town life would never be enough for him. Now here he was asking you to stay away from a man you hardly had anything to do with aside from serving him.

"I don't understand you." You shook your head in disbelief. "This is my job, Steve. He's a customer and I can't stop him from coming here just because you're unhappy. And here you are telling me about this feeling you have toward him, but you can't tell me a thing about him that makes him a bad person. Can you tell me how that makes sense?"

You moved off of the side of the car to face him.

He opened his mouth slightly, trying to figure out what to say. "I can't explain it. I really just need you to trust me." He looked down.

You stared at him in disbelief. "No."

His eyes shot up.

"I'm not going to just trust you, because I remember where that got me."

"I don't know how many times I can say I'm sorry. All I've done is apologize since I've been back. All I'm asking is this one simple thing. Just stay away from him. If all you do is serve him, I don't see why it would be so hard for someone else to take his table." Steve pushed off of the car, standing just a step away.

"So because he's new to town, that means he's dangerous? Oh Heavens, why is anyone serving him then?" You gasped dramatically, putting your hand on your chest.

He ran his finger through his dark blonde hair, pushing it off of his forehead in frustration, pacing slightly in front of you. "I am trying to protect you."

"I can take care of myself. I don't need you to protect me, Steve." You argued back. He had some nerve asking anything from you after everything he had put you through. You finally rolled your eyes, pushing past him to the car. Fuck him and fuck whatever he was feeling.

You paused when you opened the door. "You know what that feeling is, Steve? That's a realization. Not some bad vibe, it's the realization that Bucky is probably better than you'll ever be."

His jaw ticked in anger, watching you starting to get in the car. "I'm just doing my job."

You held onto the door, turning to look at him. "You want to do your job, go patrol and stop stalking me."

He wished he could explain how wrong you were. He wished he would tell you that the real reality of things was nowhere near your bullshit assumption. Bucky was dangerous, and he still is.

Steve stood in the parking lot even after Wanda was driving away.

Why did you always have to be so damn stubborn? He stared after the car until the lights disappeared over the hill.

His thoughts were interrupted by slow clapping and his hand shot up to rest on his gun, staring in the direction the sound was coming from until a shadow slowly moved from the dark.

"I've gotta say, you put on one hell of a show." Bucky chuckled while he lifted his hands for Steve to see them.

"What are you doing here?" Steve demanded, his hand slowly curling around the gun on his side.

"Moving on. Is that not what we agreed on?" Bucky responded innocently. " But ya know it doesn't look like you're doing much of that." He pointed out while he stepped one foot in front of the other.

Steve pulled his gun from the holster, pointing it right at Bucky but his smirk never lessened.

"Oh come on, Rogers. Is that any way to greet your partner?"

"Oh sorry. Go to hell. Is that better." He spat.

Bucky threw his head back with an amused laugh. " Funny, I thought I was already there. I mean the way you trash talked this town, I expected worse honestly. But I see why you came back." Steve narrowed his eyes. "The whole uniform, the fancy squad car, even a gun. This town must really take kindly to criminals." He gestures toward Steve.

He clenched his jaw. Just pull the trigger. He told himself. It would solve everyone's problems.

"Oh..." Bucky started to bring his hand to his mouth, acting surprised. "They don't know, do they?" He tilted his head.

Steve took the gun off of safety so Bucky knew he wasn't playing around. Nor was he going to feed into his bullshit. He stepped closer to Bucky, pointing the gun right at his head. At this point, he didn't care who saw if anyone did.

"Go on." Bucky encouraged. "Pull the trigger. We both know you can. Let's just hope you have the plan this time. This is a pretty public place, Steve. I mean between someone seeing, all the blood you're going to have to clean up, an explanation for my disappearance. How about my body, Stevie? How do you plan on getting rid of my body?"

Steve was gritting his teeth so hard he was amazed they weren't broken.

Just do it. Fuck! Just fucking do it.

No, he's right. You'll never get away with this. Not here.

"Do it!" Bucky raised his voice. He wished he could, but he couldn't. Like he wasn't already regretting every mistake he ever made after Y/n, but he was really regretting ever befriending Bucky. If he had been on his own, it wouldn't have took long for him to come back home. Everything would have fallen back into place and Y/n would have eventually forgive him for ever leaving. Steve slowly released the gun, putting it down. "Pussy."

He knew it would be in his best interest to keep his hands to himself regardless of how hard he wanted to punch Bucky, just to knock the fucking smile off of his face. And maybe if he was lucky break a couple of teeth. He slowly put his gun back in the holster.

"She makes you soft." Bucky realized. Steve lifted his head to look at Bucky. "That's her, isn't it? That girl you always talked about?"

"Bucky." He warned. "If you touch her, I- I swear to God-"

Bucky shrugged his shoulders. "We've shared before. What's the difference?"

Steve couldn't stop himself from grabbing Bucky by the collar of his jacket, bringing him nose to nose with him. "Stay away from her."

The corner of his lips turned up in a smirk.

"I'm so fucking serious. Don't lay a hand on her. This wasn't apart of the deal."

"Oh, fuck the deal, Rogers. You left me in the dirt while you alpha it up here playing the town's hero. If you think for a second they would have gave you that badge knowing you're a fucking murderer. If it wasn't for me, none of this would be possible for you. Don't you see that? That golden boy reputation gets you everything. But it doesn't get you her." Steve's fists were clenched around his collar, the corner of his lip twitching in anger.

"Bucky-"

"Shut the fuck up." He growled before shoving Steve off of him hard and causing Steve to stumble over his feet a little before regaining his balance. Steve felt defeated. All he wanted to do was get his life together and move on, but Bucky just had to follow him home. "Do yourself a favor and stay out of my way."

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buckyscombatboots · 1 year

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Monstertober Day 7:

Shrine built of lies

Pairing: Occultist!Stucky x Victim!/captured!Reader

Warnings: Non con!!!, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Death, reader is a sacrifice, knife play?, mentions of blood, public sex, voyeurism, humiliation, implied cult, mystery demon, choking, blood kink, Dark!Stucky, p in v, oral (male receiving) , spitting in readers mouth, dacryphilia, manipulation, betrayal of trust

Nicknames: Doll, Dove

Word count: 2.6k

A/N: Who do you guys think the mysterious demon is? It’ll be revealed tomorrow 😏 and I may make a sequel of this featuring the aftermath and this particular demon 😈

༻𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫༺

From behind your eyelids you can feel a blaring light on your face, your body is uncomfortably warm; sweat rolling down your temple, your clothes damp—sticking to your body almost as if it was a summer afternoon, but it was October. Your mouth feels as if it’s stuffed with cotton wool—you move your tongue around and swallow to generate saliva, but a painful ache radiates in your throat as you do. There’s a mass of indistinct mumbling, so intune that it’s like the thrumming of a hive of bees. You keep your eyes closed, moving your hand across the cool stone feeling a smooth, waxy residue as you soak up the coolness. You don’t remember falling asleep and you definitely weren’t in your house, you think you must have fallen asleep during your lunch break.

Sluggishly you open your heavy eyelids, squinting as the light dominates your vision. Slowly you adjust, opening your eyes fully and you let your eyes wander around you. You’re surrounded by people in black robes, they’re hanging over you; they’re black hoods covering their face as they chant. You’re surrounded by heaps of long, white pillar candles, the hot wax dripping onto the stone slab you were laid on. You try to move your arm but the jangle of a chain pauses your movements, the copper scent of your own blood reaches your nose; your wrists are rubbed raw from you moving in your sleep. The people stop chanting and begin to shuffle away from you, moving as if they are all sewed together—so synchronised that it’s horrifying. As they move away you can see more of your surroundings. Intricately carved, Chalky, white pillars decorated with crooked crosses and dripping taper candles. You were in a cathedral, facing the massive wooden doors. The people at your feet began to part, allowing you to see two men approaching briskly. Their black robes more ornate than the others; decorated with silver and red embroidery, jewels and rosaries. At the bottom of the altar they split, one going to your left, the other going to your right. They pushback their hoods allowing you to see their faces, your eyes go wide.

“Hiya, Doll.” Bucky’s familiar smooth Brooklyn accent reaches your ears, and even though you’re chained to an altar, in clothes that are not your own and he and Steve are more than likely responsible. Your face burns and you begin to tingle, your hole fluttering in response to his voice.

“Did you have a nice nap, Dove? You made our coffees just how we like them, you were so preoccupied that you didn’t even notice Buck slipping something into your own drink.”

They were responsible.

You knew they were, but hearing Steve confess made the betrayal sting just a bit more. As if they were twisting the knives they’d both stabbed in your back. You had made these two coffee everyday for almost two months straight, you got to know about their childhoods; how Bucky used to protect Steve when he was scrawny and used to get into street fights, you learnt they joined the military together and now they lived together. You trusted them. They were the favourite part of your shift and now they've betrayed you. The guilt took the form of a lump in your throat as tears brimmed your eyes. You thought they liked you, you thought they were flirting with you—that they wanted you to be a part of their lives. Tears rolled down your burning cheeks “Don’t cry, Doll, you’re safe. You’re with us Steve and Bucky, history professor and personal trainer. That’s the lie we told you wasn’t it? Or was that the last one?”

“Aw Buck, look at her. Her whole world’s fallin’ apart. Be gentle with her, or don’t it’ll be more fun if you’re not.” This Steve was completely different from the bashful, kind man who frequented the coffee shop you worked at. They both were, they were completely different, the dichotomy was terrifying. The fact they had both been so deceitful and created completely alternate personalities just to be able to kidnap and kill you for some freaky cult made the anguish inside you boil into indignation.

“What the fuck is going on!?” You screeched the venom left from their treachery laced in your words.

Bucky slaps you harshly across the face “Don’t use that type of language. Doll. It’s not ladylike, and it’s especially inappropriate in this place of worship. This is a sacred place for the Holy Army of Hydra. We didn’t lie completely, after all we were in the army and now we’re in a different kind of army.”

One of the cloaked followers breaks from the line and scuttles over to Steve, whispering into his ear “Bucky, it’s almost time. We need to start the ceremony soon, or it’ll be too late.”

“What ceremony?”

“That's why you’re here, Doll, you’re our virgin sacrifice that we’re going to corrupt and then offer to our Lord.” Your mouth hung open as you stared at him wide eyed in disbelief. Bucky stroked his rough knuckles against your soft cheek as he shushed you “Shhh, there’s no need to be scared, Doll. You’re gonna be helping us and you’ll feel so much pleasure before we end your pathetic, meaningless little life. All you did with your life was make coffees for minimum wage, you won’t miss livin’ much.” His honeyed words only made your eyes leak more, he gave you a twisted smile as you began to sniffle your tears turning into full on sobs “Keep going you're makin me harder. I love it when they cry.”

“You’re so pretty when you cry, little Dove. I just wanna hit you more. Maybe strangle you, watch you choke on your own congealed spit and tears.” You shied away from his touch as he reached for your neck, but you couldn’t go far thanks to your restraints “Just one of my hands fits around your entire neck” he gave a little squeeze, smirking as you coughed and then he flashed the warm smile he gave you when he first entered the coffee shop two month prior. The smile that made you instantly fall in love with him, the smile you saw in your dream when you imagined your future with them both. He gave you that smile and tightened his grip, they both laughed as you flailed your arms about—trying to reach him to get him to stop, as you began to choke feeling all the oxygen quickly drain from your lungs. You were gasping for air like a fish out of water and then he let go “Breathe. You’re gonna need it, Dove.”

“And Now loyal followers! We will begin the ritual, close the circle around us. Don’t let go of each other's hands or you’ll make our Lord angry, so no matter what you must hold hands and not break the chant. Begin.”

Bucky ran his hand across the smooth surface of the altar as strode to where your feet were. He climbed on to it, using his strength to bend your legs at the knee, even despite your resistance, and positioned himself between your legs. The white chemise bunch at your hips leaving your bare pussy on display for all to see. “You’re dripping for us, Doll. Do you like being watched? Do you like being captured and held against your will? Does the prospect of being released from the painful existence of this mortal coil excite you?” You furiously shook your head, biting on your lip to suppress a whimper as he ran a hot finger through your folds “Your body is honest, why aren’t you?” He held out his slick covered fingers to Steve and he gladly took them into his mouth.

“So tasty, Dove.” He praised, turning your head on its side to face him “Open your mouth, suck me off. No teeth.” Hesitantly you opened your mouth, Steve slapped his dick against your cheek leaving sticky precum on your in it’s wake before shoving his full length down your throat. You gaged around him, making your throat restrict around him; you could feel every single vein on his shaft and you felt it twitch as you gagged again. Steve groaned in response, taking a handful of your hair as leverage as he abused your throat.

The pain in your jaw was overridden by the blistering ache of Bucky’s thick dick splitting you open. You choked as you tried to scream, digging your nails into Steve’s thigh till you drew blood. The action only made him quicken his thrusts.

“Fuckkk. She feels like silk, Stevie”

Steve swiftly pulled his member out of your mouth and walked over to the end of the altar behind Bucky, his throbbing, wet dick bobbing against his pelvis as he walked. “Change position, I want to feel you around me.” Steve orders, the dominance in his words making the man tearing you apart bite his lip. He complied, shifting his position of being crouched on his knees, to him placing one hand next to your head and using the other to drag your legs around his hips; so he could still thrust into you whilst presenting himself to the approaching blonde. Steve crawled behind him kneeling down, he spat on his fingers and smeared it on Bucky’s clenching rosebud, giving Bucky the care and gentleness that the brunette had skipped over before he shoved himself inside you. “That’s it, open up for me Buck. You’re always so tight when I fuck whilst you’re getting your cock squeezed.” Bucky choked out a moan as Steve scissored his fingers, his thrusts stopped momentarily when Steve slipped inside.

His fist next to your head pounded into the hard stone of the altar as he let out a low moan “God, Steve…F-feels great. She’s really squeezing now, do you like watching Steve fuck me, you little pervert?” His tittering was cut short as Steve began to thrust, making his hips involuntarily move in tandem. The chant of the cultist faded to white noise as pain eventually became pleasure. Bucky’s thrust became less brutal and more loving as Steve thrusted into him slowly and rhythmically, his hands caressing Bucky’s body over the robe. A pleasurable heat swept through you, your clit tingling as Bucky puffed warm breathes down onto you “Get lost in the pleasure, it’s not so bad after all is it.”

“I-I h-hate you.” You whined as the head of Bucky’s cock nudge against the sweet spot inside you. Your mouth opened in a silent wail and Bucky spat into your open mouth.

“Swallow my spit. Be- ah Be grateful.” He scowled at you as he waited expectantly, you did as he said swallowing down his spit “Such a good Doll.” He cooed, his praise made you keen and tighten. Bucky slammed into you brutally, chuckling at your yelp. You were so embarrassed, but God if it didn’t feel good. You had completely forgotten about the circle of chanting people surrounding you. The only thing that existed right now was Bucky, Steve and the pleasure they were drawing from you.

“cummming! Gonna cum!” You exclaimed feeling the heated tingle in your lower belly becoming unbearable.

“Cum. Do it. Make Buck cum, so he can make me cum.” Steve’s deep commanding voice was the final push you needed for your eyes to roll back into your head and your pussy to constrict around Bucky making him cum with a whimpered fuck, pouring so much of his hot cum into you that it began to leak from adding to the puddle of your juices below your hips. Steve wasn’t far behind; forcing Bucky back into his hips with such force you thought he’d dislocate his hip as he came.

Your vision slowly returned, and just as you were no longer seeing only white, from seemingly nowhere Bucky pulled out a highly decorated, sharp dagger and carved a heart into your chest. You yanked at your restraints screaming like a banshee as the knife cut through your flesh, the agony only intensified when Bucky dipped his head and sucked at the fresh wound. He pulled away, licking the blood from his lips, as if it were simply red wine. Steve leaned over towards Bucky, capturing his blood stained lips in a passionate kiss. Moaning as the metallic taste of your blood entered his mouth, his scar littered hands take hold of the dark fabric of Bucky’s robe pulling him closer so he can devour Bucky’s lips; his tongue searching for traces of your blood whilst entangled with Bucky’s. Steve breaks the kiss, leaving Buck a panting mess on top of you, and he dips his head down to the incision Bucky made over your heart sucking blood from the leaking wound like a starved animal making you scream as he pulls at the damaged skin with his teeth. Bucky cards his fingers through Steve’s golden hair as he feasts “That’s it Stevie drink your fill, she tastes so delectable doesn’t she?” Steve hums in response sending vibrations through the throbbing cut making you squeal “You need to stop so she doesn’t pass out before the ritual is complete.” He tries to remove Steve but he growls at Bucky giving him a dark, animalistic scowl as he digs his nails into the skin of your arm “Punk. I said let go.” Bucky yanks his hair making Steve stop and come up from your chest, his face smeared with your blood.

“I’m hungry, Buck. Her blood is so fucking good. I’m hard again.” He mumbles, taking his hard cock into his hand and pumping it.

Bucky slips off the altar and pulls Steve close, running his tongue across Steve’s bloodied cheek and then starts sucking your blood out of his beard; whilst rubbing the pad of his thumb across the slit of Steve’s dick. “They’ll be time to feast on her more later…and take care of other things, but right now we need to complete the ritual. Practice patience, like the Lord commands.” They parted ways again, both returning to their respective places—Bucky on your left, Steve on your right. They both took hold of the dagger, raising it high so the warm light of the candles cast fragments of light around the cathedral

“Please! No! Please!” You cry, whimpering as you try to curl your body away from the path of the knife.

“May our Lord receive our offering.” They both chant, plunge the knife into your throat. Steve immediately lets go, but Bucky pulls out the knife and makes a slit horizontally across your neck. Blood spurts in streams from your neck, like an elegant fountain in a town plaza. The men chanting raise their heads and push back their hoods—moving in unison. They all collect some of your blood onto their fingers and draw a symbol on their foreheads “May our lord receive our offering.” They drone simultaneously. A cold rush of air blows through the cathedral, all the candles blow out leaving them in utter darkness.

“James. What’s going on?” Steve’s voice quivers as he asks, turning his face towards Bucky to try and look into his eyes from comfort. It was impossible to see.

“I don’t know. Steven. None of this shit is meant to be real.” He spat, nerves sending a wave of goosebumps across his skin. His hand sought for Steve’s, entwining his fingers with his for some security. He knew Steve was going to be pissed at him, he thought it was all real after all. It was meant to be fake and only Bucky was meant to know that.

Steve opened his mouth to speak but a booming voice began “Your Lord has arrived. I thank you for the gifts, but I think I want a few more. Maybe all of your souls will suffice.”

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littlemelaninfics · 2 years

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The War Sector: Chapter 3 || Dark!Stucky Fic

A/N: Read The Lion’s Den and The War Sector first :)

WARNINGS: NON CON/RAPE, mean Stucky, physical abuse, mental abuse, emotional abuse, belting

Steve was sat at the kitchen table with his back towards the basement door when he heard it slowly creak open. Y/n came out first. He heard slow and scattered feet sliding across the kitchen tile of the little cottage.

"Go take a shower," Bucky stated coming out of the basement behind her. Steve took in her physical state and chuckled when Bucky came into view, fixing his pants. Her hair was a mess, pants still down around her calves and her face was bright red. Mostly due to crying, but her face was no stranger to the blow of either soldier. Y/n shuffled down the hall to the bathroom that was still in view of the kitchen and closed the door.

Still sniffling, she sat on the edge of the tub and fully removed her pants and underwear. She removed her shirt and avoided the mirror as she went to the toilet to pee. Her naked and bruised body made its way back to the shower, turning it on.

"Open it!" They said at the same time.

The door creaked open just above a crack,

"Properly", Bucky barked and the door opened a little more. Steve threw his fork down in disappointment like he couldn't believe he has to put up with this shit.

"You brought her here," Steve said gesturing to the door.

"No. We brought her here," Bucky replied looking Captain right in his eyes. His partner in crime knew exactly what he meant as he backed the chair up from the table. The two men made their way to the hall bathroom.

Y/n had finally gotten used to the hot water soothing her aching body when the curtain was ripped open and she was yanked from the tub. Her body hits the cold, hard floor before she screams in terror and pain. She throws her hands up to protect from the unforgiving leather and titanium blows.

Feeling the welts forming from the belt, she scurried back to the tub but Bucky was faster.

"You're not going any fucking where," he seethed into her ear. He started using his left hand to strike her back while Steve freed himself from is trousers once more. Bucky held Y/n facedown on the cold marble counter to allow Steve full access to her stinging holes. He fucked her in each one while she stayed screaming.

"This is how you learn! You're not in. fucking. charge," he said accentuating his violent thrusts.

"This is what is going to happen to you every single fucking day until you get it," Bucky said as he lifted her head to make her watch herself being fucked in the mirror. Steve grunted one last time before shoving his fat cock balls deep in her ass, making her feel dirtier than before.

When they let go of her, she collapsed back onto the floor and cried for Tony.

"TONY! TONY! TONY?" they mocked, "Tony's not fucking coming for you. As far as he knows, you're with family and this mission was too much for you. Don't worry, he got your letter."

"Nooooo," she began sobbing harder as she knew there was officially no way out of here. The walked out of the bathroom, Bucky stopping to rip the door off its hinges,

"Don't close another door."

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deceitfuldevout · 1 year

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Trust

Dark!Stucky x Reader

Word Count: 1,334

Warning(s): +18, Non Con, Anal, DP, Kidnapping, Mentions of past non con.

Author's Note(s): A one-shot fic about a daydream I had during work xoxo

You were foolish enough to trust him. You had been caught while running away from a super soldier who had kidnapped you. Who kept you his prisoner for the past few months. Who tortured you as a means to keep you in place.

You had finally gained enough courage to run away from him. It seemed too good to be true when you ‘coincidentally’ ran into America’s golden boy. Perhaps it was his soft-spoken voice that was convincing. For a faint moment you truly believed you were home free.

How terribly wrong you had been.

Bucky ruts against your body clutching the balance beam underneath. He hadn’t shown mercy while stealing your other cherry. Your nails dug into the the equipment as he roughly pounds himself deep into your back hole. Your wrists ache from being pulled back and fourth by the metal cuffs that held underneath. Bucky struck your rear every few moments or whenever you tried to adjust. He always loved keeping you on edge.

Steve watches from across the room as his friend drags his jeans further down before plowing back into the naked woman. He absolutely loved the sound of her soft mewls through the gag. Steve rubs the bulge forming in his slacks.

Bucky needed to find another way that would keep you busy. A way to keep you put.

“Buck. I’ve got an idea. But I need you to hold it in.” Steve calls for him. As much as Bucky wanted to finish inside of you he held himself back. He pulls out, still hard and pulsing. Steve tilts his head to a desk in the corner. Bucky chuckles, “Damn you’re good.” without the use of said words Bucky already knew what Steve had in mind. Steve wastes no time pulling out a mini cooler from underneath. You were puzzled as to what they were planning.

Steve hands him something. It’s a syringe, filled with a tinted liquid. He places it carefully on the tray next to the examination table. Bucky breaks yours cuffs with his metal hand. He pulls you up swiftly, holding you by the back of your neck as he drags you to the table. He made sure to remove your gag before shoving you forward. That only meant one thing: Whatever it was he wanted it to be painful. He wanted to hear you scream.

Your legs are already too weak from the earlier rutting. Bucky holds your ankles apart as Steve approaches with the syringe in his gloved hand. You shake your head as soon as your see it, “N-no please...I don’t want it..! Please!” you begin to sob, frantically trying to shut your legs. Bucky slaps your pearl as a warning.

You whimper as Steve lowers the small tube to your slit. He drags it up and down teasingly before inserting it. His long fingers reach as deep as they could go. Your felt the plastic tip release it’s liquid substance. It’s coldness made you squirm for a moment before the drugs begin to kick in.

Soon your head starts to feel heavy. Bucky lifts your legs up. A powerful burning sensation spreads throughout your body. From your breasts to your bud, the throbbing feeling pulses deep within your core. Steve pulls the syringe from you. A trail of your arousal clings to his slick latex gloves. He sighs admirably, “I can’t wait to try this out Buck.” his eyes glimmer at his friend. You felt Bucky’s chest rumble from underneath you. He releases your legs. Each of them fell forward. Steve catches them. He drags your ankles until they’re sat in a holder. He buckles them in place.

You yelp from the spike of pleasure that suddenly hit. That would be one of the many waves for the next few hours. Bucky pulls your arms up, exposing your chest to Steve who had already held a pair of nipple clamps in each hand. You convulse from the pinching sensation. Bucky grazes his fingers over your peaks, admiring the way they start to harden. Steve pulls out another tool. Your eyes widen. More tears stream down your cheeks. He waves the shiny metal prong in his hand, “What? This old thing?” he chuckles.

Bucky’s fingers reach for your folds. He parts your slit, leaving your hole opened for intrusion. Steve slides the tip of it inside. He pushes in in slowly. You turn your head over into Bucky’s chest and sob against it. He coos you the entire time. Sure he was mad at you, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t care if you were scared.

You squeal when Steve adjusts the speculum until he could visibly see your inner walls. They twitch while attempting to adjust. You were grateful now from being prepped earlier. You couldn’t imagine this thing being shoved in while you were still dry. You weren’t used to the feeling and it showed. Bucky tugs on your clamps as an attempt to distract you from the strain.

Steve hovers his head over your gaping pussy. His lips curl into a smile, “So pretty...” his mouth begins to water. He has to hold himself back. No, this was suppose to be a lesson. He dips a finger in as deep as it could go. Steve pulls it out and raises it to his mouth. He sucks it while staring deep into your clouded eyes. Steve smirks at how you were easily so flustered. He looks past your shoulder at his friend. Bucky gives him a nod before hopping off the seat.

Bucky starts to pump himself again at a rapid pace. Steve turns around to retrieve the last contraption.

It was another syringe, but this one was much bigger. In fact, it was the biggest syringe you’d ever seen. It’s length was almost as big as Bucky’s. It’s circumference was just as thick as his. Steve opens the pump. He holds it underneath Bucky just as he was about to release. He catches his friend’s arousal in the tube, bits of it drip down his knuckles. Super soldiers always came with a large, thick, loads. Along with a quick recovery too.

It wasn’t long before Bucky came undone, yet again, “Fuck!!” he huffs. Steve is eager to collect as much spunk as possible. He grip’s his friend’s shaft and take charge, milking the other man’s cock. Bucky’s arms drop to his sides. He let’s Steve stroke him until his cum splurges out again.

Steve makes sure to press a finger against the tube’s tip. He doesn’t want to waste a drop. Before he can slide the lid on Bucky halts his motions. Bucky looks at him, deadpanned when he tells him to fill the rest of it. Steve raises a brow, “You sure?” his voice softens at the thought of impregnating you.

He looks to the floor then to Bucky, “What if we can’t tell who’s the dad?” he questions his friend. Bucky licks his lips, “Does it matter? ” he lift’s Steve’s apron and begins returning the favor. Steve’s eyelids shut. His lashes flutter while his breathing hitches. Steve’s load fills it to the brim. Bucky brings his wet hand to his mouth to taste his spunk. He grabs the back of Steve’s neck and plants a steamy kiss.

Both men fight for dominance. It lasts for a while, leaving only sloppy wet sounds to echo through the basement. When Steve pulls back his lips are swollen with the taste of his arousal on his tongue. Bucky licks his lips in satisfaction. He couldn’t explain it, but as soon as he spotted you clinging to Steve’s arm for protection, Bucky knew he’d make a great addition to the family.

He found a way to keep you put.

Originally posted by itsdatrae

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