#dark winter soldier

[buckyalpine]

18+ Dark winter soldier NON CON SMUT, forced breeding (for both reader and Bucky?), a lil fucked up for both because Bucky is still brainwashed by hydra, he’s actually still a poor sweet bb on the inside. angst 

“Don’t run from me bunny”  His voice was muffled by his mask, his Russian accent carrying through the dark woods you ran through, not another soul in sight. You cried out feeling his hand grab your hair, tugging it back, turning you around to face him. Your back hit the rough bark of a tree, whimpering when he pulled your hair harder, forcing you to meet his eyes. 

“P-please” You squeezed your thighs together when he trailed his hand down your body to the hem of your skirt, bunching it up around your waist, pulling your panties off. 

“We have no need for these” He sounded irritated at the offending material, shoving them into his pocket before rubbing his fingers through your folds, humming contently at your warmth. 

“My sweet кролик“ You could feel his erection pressed against your side as he rubbed you, groaning against your neck. “So soft” He pushed his fingers into your pussy, his cock growing harder in his pants when he felt little resistance, your mouth telling him to let you go but your body giving into him. 

“So wet” He almost sounded amused, shoving his fingers in further, curling them, growling at the slick sound of your cunt, his lips curving into a smirk at the way you tried to bit back moans of pleasure. “Such a needy little thing, pretending you don’t want it” 

“I-

“Shhh, I know you want it bunny”

“I don’t, I-” You gasped hearing the metal of his belt buckle clink and he unzipped his pants, pulling them down just enough to free his throbbing cock. He grabbed your leg, wrapping it around his waist, pressing you further against the tree, making it impossible for you to move or escape. You chewed your lip, squeezing your eyes shut as you felt his swollen silky tip rubbing against your folds, catching at your entrance. You bit down onto his shoulder as he started to push inside, his thick length stretching you as he buried himself to the hilt. He didn’t give you any time to adjust, snapping his hips up, feral groans leaving his lips at the way your squeezed his cock. 

“That’s it, look at you, taking it so well” He grunted with each thrust, pleasure and determination surging through his body with just one goal in mind. He fucked with you abandon while you gripped onto his body, taking every inch without a choice, whimpering when you felt his cock swell further, the sound of your mixed arousal squelching out of you. 

“Tell me you want it” He snarled against your neck while your eyes shot open, a confused whine leaving your lips. He yanked your hair to look at him, his blue eyes wild and feral, almost pleading with you. 

“C’mon bunny, say you want it” He sounded desperate, begging, thrusting into you harder but his face growing needier. His brows were knitted together in concentration, panting against your skin. “Tell me you want to carry my babies”

“Solider, I-

“Tell-tell me, just tell me, say it, please bunny, say you want it, to carry the winter soliders child, just say it once” 

Your mind fought with yourself, the man behind the mask sounding broken and desperate, pleading, begging with you while he pulled pleasure from your body that you tried to hold back. He began to let his hands roam the soft skin of your body, the sweet scent of your perfume evading his senses, this was wrong, this was not how he was supposed to make love-

No.

Focus. 

“Bunny, please, tell me you’ll carry my child, that you’ll let me fill you with my seed, it has to be you” He couldn’t help but beg, he had to hear it once, just once, just once and he’d be able to release. 

“Have my baby, please, say you want to have a baby with me, just once my sweet bunny” 

“I want it” You whispered, giving into the pleasure of his cock, the feeling of his firm hands holding you up, moaning as your orgasm washed over you, holding onto him as he buried his face into the crook of your neck, hugging you close to his body, his pace growing sloppy. 

“Thank you doll” 

Doll?

He let out a guttural moan, his hips stuttering as he spilled his seed into you, keeping his softening cock in your for minutes after making sure nothing spilled out. You could have sworn you saw his blue eyes soften, the distant image of the man he was before desperately trying to escape before vanishing again. His eyes were dark and cold again, grabbing you and tossing you over his shoulder, spanking your ass raw till you were quiet as he took you back. 

He dragged you back to the hydra base over his shoulder, your thighs still dripping with his cum, your cunt soaking wet from his load. 

“Mission status soldat?”

“Complete” 

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[our-destiny]

Yandere Winter Soldier x GN!Hydra!Reader <3

Trigger Warnings: Hydra employee SA's reader, murder, dehumanization, creepy staring from Winter Soldier, Winter Soldier being protective, Hydra generally being shitty, I continue to be terrible at endings - If I missed anything please tell me

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Word count: 1027

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The Winter Soldier took a liking to you. He would ignore his handlers, staring at you whenever you're in his line of sight, never taking his eyes off you even while answering his handler's questions. It was unnerving, to say the least. No one knew why he liked you so much, but he didn't really do anything else apart from stare at you so they didn't bother worrying over it, just tried to keep you away from him as much as possible so the soldat wouldn't get distracted. That, however, was a mistake.

He started missing you. Missing your presence, your voice. Soon enough he started asking where you were, refusing to follow orders until he saw you. He had this weird fixation with you and Hydra couldn't do anything about it, he was their best Asset, and you were just a Hydra worker; replaceable. They humoured his desires, making sure to have you in the room with him at all times, which seemed to placate him, being able to watch you made him more... submissive, it seems. Calmer. He went back to following orders, not causing a fuss or refusing to speak. But eventually the Asset wanted more.

He stopped responding to his handlers again, just sitting there, staring at you, not moving or speaking. Up until this point you had never spoken to one another, the soldat just watching you while you squirmed under his harsh gaze, Hydra wondered what would happen if you.. called out to him. Said his name. Gave him orders.

One day the soldier was doing his usual stunt, not responding to his handler in favour of watching you breathe. A few of the officers started whispering among themselves, glancing over at your direction. A minute later the soldat's handler turned to you and spoke.

"You. Talk to it." You stood there dumbfounded. What did he mean 'talk to it'? "Come here. Stand in front of it and talk to the Asset." Hesitantly you stepped forward, his handler moving out of your way so you can stand directly in front of him. The soldat looked up at you from where he was sat, his eyes holding some sort of reverence for you, lips parted in awe. What should you say? You can't ask him how his day was or talk about the weather so what should you say? You settled on his name. Well what Hydra called him at least.

"Soldat." His eyes softened slightly, responding immediately to your word. "Ready to comply."

You glanced back at his handler, not sure if you should continue. After getting a slight nod from the officer you asked him, "Mission report?" Your voice was shaky, not used to giving orders and still not used to the way the soldat stares at you, but he responded anyway. For the first time in who knows how long the Asset complied without any fuss, detailing his mission to you. A feat no other Hydra employee could achieve recently.

Hydra quickly realized that this was the only way to keep their most prized soldier submissive. He'd only take orders if they were from you, always seeming eager to please you, saying "ready to comply" with a bit too much enthusiasm. When he came back from missions he'd relay the details to you, seeming to search your face for some sort of approval, like he wanted to know he did you proud, did what he was told to do like the soldier he is. The Asset worked harder, strived to please you, carried out your requests with fervour. You quickly got promoted to his handler. Not much changed, all you had to do was give him orders, orders which you were told to by higher officers. It kept him happy for a while, you having control over him, talking to you daily. But once again, he wanted more.

Other Hydra employees usually tried not to bother you, you were obviously precious to the soldier and crucial to getting the soldat to comply, but recently there was a new employee, a man that had not realized your importance. You could never really get comfortable working for Hydra, still talking with a quiet voice and trying to avoid any attention and he thought he could take advantage of that, cornering you one day in the hallway, pushing you against the wall trying to feel you up. Unfortunately for him the soldat was just returning from a mission and everyone knows the soldat immediately goes to see you after his missions. The Asset was not happy to see someone else feeling up his handler, and he was even more upset that he was making you uncomfortable, forcing you to do something you didn't want to. The Asset handled it a lot more maliciously than he usually would on missions, first focusing on getting the employee off of you, then only focusing on hurting him, nothing else but the crunch of his bones breaking beneath the soldier's metal fist, making him regret even touching you. Only when he was unrecognisable did he stop, turning to you to grab you, holding you in his lap, arms slightly shaking, growling at anyone who got too close.

After that... encounter he became more physical in a way. He didn't like it when someone got too close to you, wrapping his arms around you protectively. He got closer in general, getting closer to your face while staring at you, eyes lingering on your lips, so close you could feel his breath on your face. Sometimes he got confident, brushing his lips over your temple or cheek, as if testing the waters. Gradually, he applied more and more pressure to those half-kisses, until he was kissing you fully and often, whenever you gave him an order or he came back from a mission he'd kiss you, sometimes on the cheek, on the forehead if he was feeling particularly protective, but mostly on the lips.

It was some sort of fucked up obsession the soldat had for you, the want for you to own him and for him to own you, you're his and he's yours, no one else matters.

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[buckgasms]

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

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

Because oh my god YES.

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

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

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

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

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

🌑

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Ok..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Up zayka, hands and knees"

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

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

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

"Good girl, my good girl"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[p3sephone]

Taken. (Dark! Winter soldier)

Summary: you work for Hydra, until one day everything goes for the worst, and you find yourself in the hands of the Winter Soldier. You think you'll be dead soon, but the asset has other plans for you.

Warnings: violence, macabre atmosphere, anxiety, begging, a little chasing, winter soldier being winter soldier. This is +18 only, minors are absolutely NOT welcome. This character does not belong to me. This is part 1, there will be part 2 soon, but anyway tell me how you feel about this. Also, requests are currently open. <3

You shouldn't have seen it. Hell, you didn't have to see any of this. A second earlier you walked while mentally insulting yourself for choosing those very uncomfortable heels for go to work, the next second you had fallen to the floor and your paperwork was all scattered around the flooring. The scene that unfolded before you was surreal. The sirens didn't stop ringing, armed men emerged from everywhere and the worst thing is that you could see how terrified they were. You tried to get back on your feet in order to get to the end of the corridor: once those soldiers would have stopped going towards that junction on the left, you could have gone straight.

Elevator, stairs, the important thing was now became getting out of that place. You knew full well what those sirens meant and you also knew that no matter the number of soldiers sent to die, he wouldn't stop until when he wouldn't have massacred everyone. Besides, how can you blame him?

You had always told yourself that in basically you only dealt with small practices, you were a very small operator, insignificant and not of certainly on the upper floors. You had never seen him, not once, and you were even so small and insignificant that you were not required to have information about the winter soldier. You simply knew that he existed, you knew that he was there and that he could never leave his cage. That is until he actually managed to get out of his cage. Your heart jumped in your throat as you decided to remove your heels, grab your car keys and the your phone, leaving everything else on the floor. You knew you wouldn't set foot here again inside anyway.

You let a shaky sigh escape your mouth as you did raised yourself carefully, walking towards the corridor. Going back wasn't an option, it was the longest route ever and the soldier would certainly have reached you sooner. If you wanted to survive, you had to take the risk. You swallowed nervously without looking at what was unfolding to your left, walking to fast foot. Your plan was going well, until you heard a scream inhuman.

Then you made the first mistake, a cheeky little mistake: it was just the tail of the eye, while your feet were still moving, but you knew from the moment you since you could never forget the look of that insignificant soldier while he was trying to resist the asset. He already looked like he was about to die, he was too wounded, yet it wasn't enough. It was as if the man was taking his time to savor the light going away from his eyes. That split second was enough for you to understand that you had to move forward, even at the cost of getting high feel. After all, the serum had made him far too powerful and alert, he would even hear you if you had walked on tiptoe. So you decided to run: you ran, you caught up the elevator and pressed the button. You saw the doors closing and that face. The Winter Soldier he was halfway down the corridor, the swinging lights and the surreal noise of the sirens making it still scarier than he already was. You were so caught up in your survival that you didn't even notice the tears they fell from your face. You started to sob softly, looking at his face: it was over, he had seen you and would come get you soon. But maybe, maybe you still could escape. There was still hope for you and you could start over, not in this place. You took your chance, as the doors opened you darted towards the emergency entrance. The main one would be too mundane, you thought, so you looked for the nearest exit to your car. The Winter Soldier was fast, but you hoped he wasn't even faster than a car and with full gas. You almost cried with joy when you saw her in the full parking lots, your feet hurt from the small scratches caused by the still wet asphalt afternoon rain. Then your smile fell and the world fell apart. You saw it, literally next to your car. It was there, waiting for you and the only thing what you could do was remain on the spot immobile and paralyzed. At least until he started taking quick steps towards you. You started crying even harder, and even though it was useless, you started praying and pleading for someone to come and save you. You've been relegated with your own body, the only option seemed to be to return to the laboratories and try to hide, but by then the time had already passed. He grabbed your arm tightly, pulling you towards him and forcing you to look into his eyes with your other vibranium hand. For some sick reason he wanted you to look at him the way others looked at him before they died.

“Please, I didn't do anything to you, I had nothing to do with this-" your pleas fell flat into the void as he tightened her grip on your arm, making you yelp in pain. "Liar." It was true, you were definitely lying. Even if you had nothing directly to do with him, you had always agreed to work with such people. It was your choice from the beginning. "You saw me that day. You looked at me with pity and didn't deign me a single help,nothing." he muttered tightly under his breath, and you could see from his cold look how cold he was enraged. It happened a few days after they hired you, you remember. He was battered and his they had just wiped gus memory, and you couldn't help but wish things went differently, but you would never be able to change things. How could he expect you to do something about it? "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." you could only murmur as you silently begged him to save you. The tears fell relentlessly on your face and on his vibranium hand, which suddenly released its grip. You could only breathe for a few small seconds of relief. Your arm was still in his grip though. "I couldn't stop thinking… about that look. Every time they erased my memory, they tortured me and drained me of all energy, there was always that damned look. I can even see it now, in your eyes. You little hypocrite." you could feel the venom in his his voice, but there was something else. It was something more, macabre, you didn't understand it. You wanted to keep apologizing, but something told you there wouldn't be any point. His eyes they continued to study you in every detail, as if he wanted to memorize you with the certainty that this time he wouldn't forget you. No, now that he thought about it, the Winter Soldier would even better. "Where do you live?" The question crushed you. "What?" you replied almost inaudibly, but he heard it. Taken a handful of your hair and he pulled hard in response, making you yelp in pain. "Your house, we will go there and hide for a few days. Then you will come with me." He was methodical, and that scared you deeply. You started sobbing again softly, thinking about the trouble you've gotten yourself into just with this job. You have looked the man in front of you fearful, and you could finally see the macabre now: his pleasure in his look at seeing you reduced like that. It was his doing and it was entirely his revenge, and you you would have suffered until he said enough.

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[shadeysprings]

Words of Survival

—Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Summary: The confines of your prison have you reciting the words by heart even when they mean nothing.

Warnings: Basement wife vibes, mental and emotional manipulation, implied noncon and emotional abuse. There may be more but please thread with caution.

A/N: Today is Sunday and the best day to commit sin. Just felt like writing out on a whim and this is what I came up with. It may be sloppy.

A drabble this may be, your feedback and reblogs are highly appreciated. Hope you guys enjoy! ❤️

“I know you’re awake.” Steve’s low drawl looms over you and your eyes open in their own accord, your body already knowing how to respond and what to do upon hearing his voice.

You sit up from your dingy mattress before he could even tell you to, the sheet too thin to be called a blanket draping over your naked form. But even if the man before you sees your body, you don’t care anymore for he’s seen it all, witnessed the cruelty of his best friend as he took you as he pleased while Steve stood watch and did nothing to stop it. 

Even the Golden Boy hides rust underneath. 

The sound of wood scraping over concrete fills your ears as Steve pulls up a chair, your eyes squinting when he turns on the lone bulb hanging from the ceiling of your prison before taking a seat and pulling out the small notebook, one you know so well, from the back of his pocket. 

“Let’s begin.” He instructs and you remain still, awaiting for him to start. “I—”

“Will serve and obey.” You continue and he hums in approval.

“I—”

“Will show respect without being asked.”

Steve nods, seeming impressed by your recitation of the daily axiom. He continues, “I will—”

“Submit to Bucky’s desires because he knows what’s best for me. I will never fight back and show any defiance in the face of my protector.” You say the words like you mean them and you don’t know if you do or if the solitary confinement you’ve been condemned to is making you say such words with a passion if only to leave the world underneath and once more resurface and find a sense of normalcy. You push on. “And most of all, I will love Bucky for he loves me.”

The satisfied smile Steve gives you brings a chill up your spine and you blink in surprise when he snaps the notebook closed, holding his hand out to you. You hesitate for a bit, unsure of what’s to come next but the grunt he releases has you acting quickly, slipping your hand in his and standing when he tugs you up from your bed. 

“You’re ready.” He intones, his blue eyes intense as he lays them on you. “You’ve earned your reward.”

“Thank you, Captain.” You respond and he smiles at the title. 

But the smile doesn’t last long, his gaze turning hard as his hand tightens around yours, a squeak of pain slipping past your lips. “Just know that if you get out of line, we won’t hesitate to throw you back here.”

The thought of going back in the darkness fills you with dread and you immediately shake your head, looking up at him and showing him the sincerity that you’ll obey. “I’ll be good.” You utter, lips trembling. “I’ll be good.”

“Good.” He nods and releases your hand, beckoning you to follow him up the wooden steps, the light of the room above looking like heaven even if you know it’s another kind of hell. “Be quick. Bucky is waiting.”

-

You bask in the feeling of the hot water cascading down your body, arms, and legs scrubbed raw to rid yourself of the filth of the basement. The scent of roses fills your nose from the body wash and shampoo that was provided. You want to stay longer, to cocoon yourself in the water and never leave, but you know you can’t.

Turning off the shower, you step out and grab the towel hanging from the bar, drying yourself thoroughly before walking toward the folded clothes sitting atop the closed toilet lid. You pick it up and inhale sharply upon seeing the garment—a blue button up shirt, too big to fit you. The underwear, if you could even call it that, is nothing but blue lace, unsure of how you’ll be able to put it on. 

“You finished?” Steve’s voice comes from the otherside of the door and you quickly make work of dressing up.

“Almost,” You call back and bend over to slip the undergarments past your legs, wincing when the fabric tucks between your ass, rubbing you uncomfortably.

As soon as you finish, you swallow thickly and grab the knob. Steve stands by the door when it opens, his muscular physique framing the entire space and you feel a tinge of dread when he eyes your body greedily, his blue orbs growing dark by the second. 

“Lucky Bucky.” He grunts and flicks his finger at you before turning back and leading you out of the bathroom. 

The house is silent and just as you remembered when you first stepped through the threshold, the homey atmosphere brought by the cottage aesthetic and only marred by small pieces of modern decor. You see several photos hanging upon your observation, ones you’ve seen before and others that look seemingly new. 

“Hey, Dollface.” Your eyes dart forward and you stop in your tracks when you see Bucky sitting on an armchair, his legs spread wide and a smirk present on his lips. “It’s good to see you all cleaned up.”

He’s changed since you last saw him, his long hair is now short and his beard is neatly trimmed, emphasizing further the sharpness of his jaw. You feel a nudge from behind and you stagger forward, walking to where Bucky sits and instinctively take a seat on his thick thigh when he pats it when you near him. 

His vibranium arm circles around your waist and you close your eyes when he pulls you to his solid chest, his nose pressing against your temple before he inhales your scent deeply. His other hand then rests against your knee, caresses it before running his hand up the expanse of your thigh and giving it a hard squeeze. 

“Sorry I was gone for a while, Doll.” He grunts against your cheek, turning to face him when he releases your thigh and pinches your chin. “I hope you didn’t miss me too much.”

You say nothing for you don’t know what to tell him. You didn’t miss him, that one you’re certain of but you terribly want to appease him, to tell him the words he wants to hear for your mind keeps reeling and all you can think about is doing what is asked of you if only it would help keep you from going back to your cell. 

“That’s alright.” You swallow and offer him a small smile. “I-I know y-your work is-is important.”

“But you’re more important, doll.” He hums and you close your eyes when he presses a light kiss against your lips. “You know that I love you right?” He asks when he pulls away, feeling his thumb caress your lower lip. 

You open your eyes and fight back the impulse of pulling away and saying no when your eyes meet Steve’s, the seriousness making you shiver and remember the words you recited not long ago.

I will love Bucky for he loves me.

“Yes,” You say with a smile. “I love you too.”

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[abbatoirablaze]

Porcelain Doll, Chapter 7

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: mentions of drugging/being drugged, injury to ones self, Stockholm syndrome?, soft! Dark bucky, implied unprotected sex/smut, sex pollen

Bucky’s jaw tensed as he heard you moving about upstairs.  It was just a few days since the Christmas party, and he knew that New Years hadn’t hit, but it still made him nervous to know that he’d been holed up in your basement.

It was the little things that triggered him, making him remember the patchy moments of when he was locked up by HYDRA.  

Above him, you were setting up the living room for your therapy session.  Your therapist had made it painfully obvious to you that you were regressing, and had made the Christmas party more of a showing to Bucky, instead of enjoying it for what it was; a holiday party. 

“You need to stop your unhealthy obsession, Margo!”

“It’s not an obsession…Bucky kissed me before-“

“And you had sex with Andy Barber,” he pointed out, cutting you off, “you’re focusing your attention on older men, and I can’t help but wonder why?  What is your fascination?  Is it parental issues?  I know that you and your father were close before he passed.  Are you missing the affections of an older man in your life? Do you just want the attention? Or is it the drama?”

You stood up, glaring at him, “this is over…you need to leave!”

“Margo, it’s my job to ask the difficult questions.”

“And now it’s not,” you growled, not wanting to continue any longer, “you’re fired! I’m eighteen now, and I’ve surpassed the amount of time that it was mandated that I see you!”

“Fine,” he huffed.  Bucky heard the floorboards above himself creak, and he glared at the ceiling from his spot in the basement, “but as Bucky’s friend, I’m going to have to let him know that you have these…feelings…a school girl crush if you will.”

“Get out.”

Bucky wasn’t mad. 

He’d been beyond pissed.  But there was something about his friend threatening to out you to him that made him transfer his anger to the man that was in his late forties instead of the woman who had managed to lock him up in her basement. 

He didn’t blame you when you left your house in a huff, not even twenty minutes after him.  He knew that today was your day where you would go shopping and get chores done. 

He’d remembered that from when you were at home before college. 

And so he planned on using that to his benefit. 

In your rush, you had forgotten to fully close the cuffs, leaving him enough room to dislocate his thumbs and slip out of them. 

“Friday?”

“Yes Sergeant Barnes?”

“Manual override locking mechanism in the basement,” he said with a smirk, “Password:  Tolkien.”

There wasn’t a response. 

Only the sound of the door’s lock clicking into place, before creaking open. 

Bucky sighed to himself.  You were a sweet girl.  A smart one too.  And he’d be lying to say that he didn’t have feelings even after all of the craziness of you abducting and drugging him. 

In a little spot of his mind, it was slightly endearing. 

Ever since his wife had cheated on him with Steve, he had become increasingly more resistant to forming relationships.  He knew that.  It wasn’t a matter of guessing; it was a simple fact.   So, when he felt himself developing the feelings, he panicked. 

Quite literally. 

The day that he kissed you he remembered running home and hiding in his house for two whole days, before he remembered that he couldn’t avoid you forever. 

And by the time summer had come, he’d done a decent job of avoiding you long enough that he didn’t say anything stupid or ask you on a date. 

But god, did he want to.

“Shit…” he muttered, looking around the main floor.  His jacket and wallet were nowhere around.  Neither were his keys or his phone. 

Stepping to the foot of the stairs, he noticed his jacket on one of the hooks, but he surmised that his stuff had to have been hidden in your room.

It was a short journey upstairs, but he was surprised to see that the master bedroom was not what he had expected it to be. 

It was simple yes, with a calm blue-gray wall and a large bed.  But each side had a nightstand.  On the side that you had slept on there was an alarm clock as well as a charging station for your phone.  But on the other side was his keys, wallet, phone, and a picture of the Howling Commandos. 

Part of him felt butterflies in his stomach. 

You had made it feel like he was already supposed to be there. 

“Shit…”

He shook his head and tried to push away his feelings, while he grabbed his items and ran to the dresser on that side.  The drawers were full of his clothes.  His brow quirked. 

How did you have the time to go get his stuff?

How did no one notice you going into his home and bringing stuff over to yours?

Getting changed, he tucked the dirty clothes back into the drawers, not wanting to raise any suspicion.  He grabbed his keys, wallet, and phone from the nightstand, and threw them in his pockets. 

But just as he was getting ready to leave, he noticed a few small thumb sized baggies on top of your diary.  He frowned, realizing that those must have been the drugs that you had been feeding him to make him pass out.

Picking them up as to discard them later, he put them in his pockets, but his eyes caught on the words that were scrawled onto the page.  You had written something that very morning.

A page, all about him. 

You were talking about how much you loved him, and how eventually he would see that you were only keeping him locked up until he realized it.  But that it would be enough time for you to finish your project. 

Unsure of what you were talking about, Bucky made his way down the hall, to where your old bedroom used to be. 

Pushing the door open, he gasped as he stepped inside. 

You had turned it into a nursery.

‘He’s just the sweetest guy…and I think about him all the time.  How he was there for me after my parents died.  How he rebuilt the house and made it safe for me.  How he gave me a voice when I felt like I was alone…it woke something up inside of me.  I went from silly little crush to falling in love with him.’

“Bucky?”

Bucky’s eyes snapped to yours, his mind quickly bringing forth the words that he'd seen scribbled on the diary's pages.

‘It makes me wonder what he would be like in the future…if we had a child together.  If we created a family together.  That kiss made me really see the whole picture.  That he feels the same.  He may not be willing to admit it all the time, but I know we’re meant to be something.’

“Wh-what are you doing here?”

You were nervous. 

He could practically hear your heart racing.

“Isn’t this exactly where you wanted me?” he asked, his voice sounding husky enough to send a shiver down your spine.

“Ho-how did you get out of the basement?”

“I don’t think that matters right now,” he uttered, “What I think truly matters is how you thought you were going to get away with this.”

You swallowed nervously, “I-I-“

But you froze when you saw him pulling one of the little baggies out of  his pockets, “and this?”

“Th-that’s not what you think it is, Bucky…”

“Oh…I know exactly what it is,” he smiled, opening it up.  Your eyes widened when he blew it in your general direction.  Your nostrils twitched, the sensation burning ever so slightly as it made it’s way into your system, “thing is…I don’t think you know what it’ll really do…”

“I-“

“Just a little baggie like this will keep the both of us on edge for hours,” he began.  You felt your chest heave as you watched him take off his shirt, and start undoing his jeans.  Your eyes traveled down to his crotch where he was already getting hard.  Instinctively your mouth watered, “Hydra used to use this to control me and drive me mad…do you know the only way to get over getting sex pollen in your system, Margo?”

“N-No…”

Your skin felt like it was buzzing.  It began to feel too sensitive.  You began to feel too hot.  The fabric was too scratchy against your skin.

“Go ahead, doll…take it off…I know what you're feeling right now. Truth is, I feel it too...” he urged gently, taking a few steps towards you.  When you didn’t move, he closed the gap between the two of you.  You watched as his muscles rippled with every movement.  He reached forward and grabbed at the neckline of your dress.  With a simple tug it ripped in half.  Another ripple of shivers went down your spine as you became fixated on the valleys and peaks of muscle along his chest.  His vibranium hand reached down and lifted your chin until you were staring into the set of steely, lust ridden eyes, “I know you can feel it working in your bloodstream doll.  Now tell me…how do you get over sex pollen?”

“I don’t-I don’t know!” you admitted.

"I do!" he admitted. His smirk got wider, his lips brushing against yours, “I’m going to split you in half on my cock, doll…and then I’m going to cum so much…all inside that pretty little pussy of yours.”

You whimpered as his flesh hand cupped your cunt.  He licked his lips and looked down at your already soaked panties, “you’re about to get your wish doll…but after this we won't need to worry about locks and handcuffs...you'll be full of me...all to the point where it'll be you that can't move. Doll, it’s you who won’t be able to get out of the bed.”

You whimpered again as he ripped your panties off of you with a single flick of his wrist, "B-Bucky..."

"Don't' worry doll...I take real good care of you," he moaned, his fingers eagerly slipping back towards your core and dipping inside of you. Your body arched against his, your core sucking his fingers in and clenching around him, "god...you feel like a little slice of heaven...my sweet little porcelain doll."

Chapter 8

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[potatothots]

Good Morning

(Hydra AU)

Rating: M

Pairings: dark Winter Soldier x You/Reader

Warnings: canon-level typical violence allusions, mentions of a hard on, non-con drugging

Summary: Hydra won, but somehow you slept through it. The Winter Soldier goes to tell you the good news. 

Edited poorly by this potato.

You woke up with a startled, undignified noise. Your skin was crawling: the same sensation as when someone watches you. Your sleep filled eyes looked around the room before landing on him. 

James Buchannon Barnes. Bucky. The Winter Soldier. 

He stood at a relaxed sort of attention. As if he'd been there for hours and nothing had happened to the point he was bored. 

Except, he had his tactical gear on. The revelation startled you. You looked at the clock - 6:30am. You couldn’t recall him needing to be on a mission. 

"Why are …" 

As your attention went back to him your words caught in your throat. He was so close now. You hadn’t heard him move. You cursed your muddled brain. 

"Mission successful." 

His voice was low and gravely. You wondered when he last spoke. 

"There was no mission." You responded, still confused with the situation. 

His face was emotionless, but his eyes were invested in you. He trailed a flesh finger down your arm. Your white blanket was pulled with it until it tangled against your forearms as you moved to stop him. He let out a hum and simply trailed his finger back up to rest at your collarbone. The touch left goosebumps despite his ever high body temperature. 

He climbed on top of you. He was dirty with the smell of gunsmoke and blood. He settled, his weight causing your legs to shift to let him lay between them. You could see the grime left behind on your bedding. The overwhelming scent of his sweat and polluted air invaded your senses. 

You grunted, trying to shove him away. "Get off."

He wrapped his arms around your body like an octopus. It didn't matter he ignored your free arms. You couldn't hurt him enough without using your powers. You weren't looking to do that until you figured out what was going on. 

"Mission complete. Successful." He murmured against the skin of your neck. 

"What mission?"

There was a long pause. He kissed the skin under your ear. 

"Hydra won." 

The short statement made you freeze. He trailed sloppy kisses down your neck, stopping at the top of your sleep shirt. With the way he was laying you could feel his cock harden.

"Are you not happy?" His voice was softer than before. Almost as if there was a fear of rejection under the gravelly sound. 

"No. No, I'm not!" Your voice got louder each time you said "no," until you were screaming.

Your body caught up with your mind. Your power licked at your skin. The Soldier let out an annoyed huff. He pulled a small syringe from his pocket. Sitting up, he jabbed it into the fleshy part of your upper arm. 

It happened so fast. He was faster than you on a normal day, but you should have been able to defend yourself quicker than this. 

Had you been drugged last night? 

He caught your struggling arms by the wrists. "Shh. Sleep." 

Your chest felt like it was pushing up a brick every time you sucked in air. Your eyelids grew heavy. You mumbled a few more "no's." Tears streamed from the corners of your eyes. 

He let go of your arms, laying them by your sides. He cradled your face in his large hands, his thumbs wiping away the tears. 

"Sleep now." The soldier leaned down to place a soft kiss on your lips. 

It was delicate despite his chapped lips and your stale breaths. It was a kiss you could have cherished if the situation was different. 

You fought sleep. He didn't seem to mind anymore as he settled back down. This time against your side. As he held you he hummed a song you couldn't quite make out as the tiredness won out.

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[ladybug100]

Honey and the sweethearts

Warnings: stalking, obsessive behavior, passive behavior, aggressive behavior, death threat, smut, anal, dark Natasha and dark bucky. they are no together.

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The more they watched the more they wanted her, Natasha romanoff 'The black widow' and james Buchanan barnes 'The winter soilder' sat perched in a small room full of TVs and computers all showing a young girls very day life. They watched her sleep, eat, shower,brush her hair. They watched her every move, the young girl caught the two assassins eye for her charm and sweetness.

"Fuck! Harder barnes!"

Natasha demanded as bucky pounded into her back hole. They both didnt love each other, only screwed but they both did love y/n and as they watched her shower both of them grew needy. Natasha closed her eyes Imaging y/n's moans of pleasure instead of the supersoilders. And he did the same.

"Fuck I need her!" Bucky growled while still keeping his gruesome thrusts, the vibrator nested on her clit hummed making the redhead groan.

They didnt do dirty talk or kisses no cuddles, they only used what the other could give: pleasure until they both got what they wanted her.Natasha leaned both ways when it came to who she was attracted too.

But she was more on the women side of things and when she did have sex with a man she only did anal. Bucky pounded into her whole the buzzing of the toy between Natasha's legs was the only sound. Bucky pulled out cumming on the couch while the widow turned on her back to lay fucking herself with the toy and fingers. Bucky dressed quickly returning to the screens of his girl.

She was singing in the shower while music blasted through her bathroom. Soap suds run in between the valley of her breasts. Soon after Natash came and their honey got out of the shower. Putting on lotion and doing her night time routine.She put on cotton pair of underwear with pink hearts on it and a tight tank top.

Bucky couldn't wait to kiss her, love her, put children in her belly and hold her while they danced. Natasha wanted something different... she wanted you all to herself never planing on letting you step out of the door once she had her.

Y/n sat on her bed talking to her bestfriend making plans to get her nails done for the next day. the winter soilder sat watching y/n while the widow was now dressing herself again in her clothes. her red hair now in a ponytail as she made her way over to the screens that showed her honey. after y/n phone call she cleaned up a bit and then got in bed hugging her pillow fastly slipping into dream land.

"i'm going to gina's" natasha stated.

"you should stop going to her. we're so close to having y/n and your still fucking other girls" bucky hated that natasha aas not being loyal to y/n.

the moment he saw her and followed her home he knew she was the one. He stopped all his sexual relations with every girl expect natasha. he was angery that she were not only his, he found y/n first and then one day natasha tailed him to see what he was hiding from the team. and when she saw his honey she was met with a gush of slick in her pants then she forced bucky to share.

"i dont care what you think barnes, its not like i love her. im just horny, not my fault you suck at sex" bucky wanted to kill natasha sometimes.

"yeah well atleast i dont take it in the ass"

he said natasha walked out the door hurrying her way to gina's. Gina was a short latina woman from the U.K. natasha had picked her up from a bar five years ago in califorina, gina was in love with the redhead and told her many times but natasha never found it in her to care.

"natty baby! i missed you" Gina said before she smashed her lips on natashas.

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natasha was putting her clothes back on her for the second time tonight

"natty please stay, just spend the night like old times." there was a time when she loved Gina but that ended long ago her new foucs was on y/n now.

"i cant" was all she said, the shorter woman jumped off the bed angry

"then dont come back! dont come back to me when she dosent want a woman with no heart, i love you natasha why cant you just let me in! we used to be perfect"

she cried out as natasha just stared at her unmused

"Gina listen to me carefully. you bring her up again, you utter her name or talk about her to your shitty friends and i'll bash that pretty face of yours into my boot. now be a good slut and shut the fuck up"

natasha backed away from the shacking woman who had tears streaming down her face. natasha would never admit but bucky was right she should have pit a bullet in her head just like bucky did to his mistresses.

Natasha left quickly after, speeding back to the tower. The winter soilder still sat in his chair watching the young girl dream a small smile on his face. He loved her more then anything. He could never get enough from her, he bucky barnes would spend the rest of time wanting her and that's why he had to kill the widow.

He had to destroy her, he saw the way she treated women Natasha would love on them, take them everywhere they wanted fuck them good and hard and then throw them away. Natasha romanoff could never fully love it was just a game to her. And bucky swore to himself he would not let his honey baby get hurt by her.

Th next the young innocent girl made her to her job a flower boutique that sat in Manhattan. She opened the store cleaned up a bit and then was ready for the day. The bell above the door rang, y/n's eyes snapping up to see who was there. When she caught a glance a sweet smile broke out on her face.

"Hi Mr. Jamie!!" She said happily. Bucky smiled back at her. When the soldier told her what his name was -his full name she started to call him Mr. Jamie, bucky told her she didnt need to call him mr but y/n said she wanted to out of respect because he tricked his life saving their country.

And that made him love her more that she looked up to him and knew and appreciated him before he even found her.

"Hiya honey, how doin'?" He said his Brooklyn accent coming out.

"I'm doing good! What can I get for you today?" Bucky came by once a week to buy flowers.

"I was wandering actually if you wanted to go on a date..with me?" He asked shyly, bucky watched you face light up.

"Oh jamie I would love too!!" You smiled like the stars and buckys heart grew in size from it.

"Is Saturday 6 o'clock okay?" He asked. "Yeah that's just fine!" The two of you said your goodbyes and he left knowing he would get you not Natasha.

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[our-destiny]

Day 6 of @creativepromptsforwriting's 30 Days Writing Challenge - Write about a blackout

A/N: These past 5 days I have been going outside my comfort zone, well today I decided to jump back in and write more Soft Dark Bucky :]

Content / Trigger Warnings: Stalking, Murder, implied noncon touching

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Word Count: 1228

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He was always watching. Everywhere you go he was always there keeping an eye on you. Or keeping you safe, as he described it. He left notes sometimes, though they were getting more and more frequent. That's also how you knew you weren't just paranoid; he really was everywhere. It seemed like as long as there were shadows for him to hide in, he would be watching. At first, they weren't as creepy. The first one you found on your desk when you walked into work. By now you had been feeling watched for about a month, but chalked it up to a lack of sleep because of work, but this quickly made you change your mind. The piece of lined paper was folded in half, blank save for some messy handwriting at the top.

I don't trust Michael. You should stop talking to him.

- James

Michael was your co-worker, he seemed pretty nice, you wouldn't call him a close friend but you talked to him occasionally. But you didn't know anybody named James, especially nobody that would leave a note like this. It was probably a prank, some of your co-workers were tricksters they probably saw how tired you were recently and thought you needed some fun in your life. You ignored it, kept speaking to Michael during lunch breaks and kept brushing off that feeling of being watched. That was until a week later you found another note on your desk, the same lined paper, folded in half with the same messy handwriting.

I didn't want to do this but you left me no choice. You should have listened.

- James

That day Michael didn't come to work. Or the next. Or the next. And a few days later they found his body. So maybe that wasn't a prank. And maybe you weren't just being paranoid.

The notes continued sporadically, a few of them were warning you not to get too close to that new friend you made and despite how bad you felt suddenly ghosting people you were too afraid to find out what would happen if you didn't. But most of them were harmless, maybe you would even say they were sweet if they weren't from your stalker. Stuff like, "Remember to drink water, you can't live off of caffeine." or, "That shirt looks nice on you." All from James.

But then they started showing up in your house. And 'James' started referencing things no one should know about you. How your shampoo smells nice, or reminding you to buy more bread before going home because you're running low. Or how that one annoying ex "won't be bothering you anymore." You assume they never found the body since you didn't hear anything about it. He also starting signing off differently, before it was just his name but now he says all sorts of things. "Yours Forever", "Love, James", "You own my heart,". He was talking as if he were your lover, not a deranged stalker with an unhealthy obsession. But that was how it stayed for a while. You'd never be apart from James, he would manifest in the shadows and you could feel his gaze scanning every inch of your body. You didn't know what he wanted but for now he seemed content with just looking, dealing with anyone who got too close for his liking, and leaving you weird notes around your house, lined paper, folded in half with messy handwriting.

As embarrassing as it is to admit, you were becoming slightly scared of the dark. Whenever you looked into shadows you swear you could see something moving in them, James haunting your mind, making you feel like the shadows are watching you. Your new found fear of the dark started becoming a hindrance on your life, making you jump at nothing, scared to walk down a dark hallway.

Which really didn't help when the power went out one night.

The storm was pushing against your windows, the occasional crack of thunder lighting up the sky. He was here, as he always was, watching you from the shadows. You had every light on, but even then he was still just out of sight. That was, until the room was swallowed up by darkness. And your phone was dead. How convenient. You should have charged it in advance, of course the power would go out on a night like this, but you were frozen on the couch the past half hour, waiting in suspense for the moment the power goes out, as opposed to preparing for it. You knew that he would make his move now when the room was pitch black. So you have to make your move first.

You stood up from the couch, ready to make a dash for the door at a moments notice. The wind was still screaming outside, making it hard for you to listen for him, but you heard him anyway. Footsteps. To your left. You turned to face the direction he was, and slowly tried to walk towards the door despite how little you could see. Then the footsteps stopped. Silence. You should have kept going, it was obvious he was in the room but instinctively you stopped, trying to listen for him again. That was a mistake.

He was behind you. You didn't hear him move at all, but that quickly faded to the back of your mind when he put his hands on your hips. When it comes to dangerous situations you always thought you'd fight or run away, you didn't expect to freeze. But you did. James rest his head on your left shoulder, nuzzling into your neck, and when he spoke you could feel his breath just below your ear.

"You scared of the dark sweetheart?" His tone was soft, caring, a bit gravelly, like he hadn't used it in a while, but it sounded warm. Not at all like you expected your stalker to sound.

"Shh, shh, don't worry, m'gonna protect you. No need to be scared, I'm sure it'll come back on in a minute." He started gently swaying the both of you, you guess the action was supposed to be comforting.

"James?" The combined fear of the dark room and your stalker made your voice shaky. God, you felt pathetic, the door is right there, he's not even holding onto you that tight.

"That's right, sweetheart. It's nice to finally touch you, when you're awake at least." James gave a small chuckle at the end, as if it was funny that he was touching you in your sleep.

"But, why?" What did he want with you? Why was he killing off random people for you? Why was he treating you like his lover when he's been stalking you?

"Mmm? Why?" He waited a breath while he thought of an answer. "Because you feel like coming home. After Hydra I didn't know what to do. But you feel like home and I'm not willing to lose that again."

He wraps his arms around your waist, the left one felt colder, pressing against you uncomfortably. He gave you a small squeeze, still rocking side to side with you.

"I'm not gonna lose you. Not gonna let anybody take you from me. You're all mine."

You don't think you're ever going to get over your fear of the dark. Not after this.

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[mariessecretcorner]

𝓢𝓮𝓫𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓪𝓷 𝓢𝓽𝓪𝓷 𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

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[juiche]

I wanted to draw the winter soldier for years but never dared to, I thought I’d definitely mess it up. Late to the party as always, but I finally dared to do it 😊

This one is based on a photo that Sebastian Stan took by chance prior to the Civil War film, having no idea what’s about to come :> I thought it’s wonderfully angsty 😌💅

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[p3sephone]

No way out. (Dark! Steve Rogers)

Summary: you are a worker in the Stark Tower, only aiming to grow your career and keep your life simple. Actually, you were the kind of person who admired the avengers but from afar but Steve Rogers didn’t have the same plan once he started talking with you. 

Serie warnings: this is a serie so there are going to be many specific warnings that will be given throught all the chapters. This is a dark! Steve Rogers x reader, dark! Bucky Barnes x reader serie. This serie is DARK, so expect heavy themes such as non-con, unwanted touches and all that. If you do not feel comfortable with this or if you’re a minor, do not read and block this account. 

Chapter 1 warnings: feeling uncomfortable. 

Word count: 1,5k. 

Note: this is my first serie ever and it was inspired by this one shot here. Reblogs, comments and likes are always welcome and well appreciated! <3 

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You were nervous, looking at the building in front of you. You could hear the voice inside your head grin and tell you that you would never make it. You weren't able to hold a person's attention for more than 5 seconds, imagine doing a work of this caliber. You were a professional looking for a job and you expected a somewhat mediocre or at least moderate job. You didn't expect your candidacy sent to Stark Tower to be seriously accepted. The salary was just perfect, more than adequate for you living alone in a small apartment. You could have bought several things and not worried about not being able to make ends meet, but could you have made it through the first day of work? Or rather, every day? You sighed looking at the smartwatch on your wrist, deciding you had to go inside. It certainly couldn't stop time and you couldn't be late on your first day. With a decisive, albeit fake step, you headed towards the large building. You saw people at the exit mingling and getting less and less as you went, until you showed your e-pass to enter. You entered without problems and looked around: a classic building, yes, but by Stark. And it looked good. You inhaled through your nose trying not to show your nervousness, on the contrary, forcing a small smile on your face. You had to make an effort to at least look happy and satisfied with this new job. Everything had already been explained to you in advance by email, you even had an interview to ensure that no confidential information ever came out of your mouth. You had turned your nose slightly up at this: your job was simple and those files weren't really that secret, what could they worry about? But of course it wasn't your business and you certainly didn't have a say about it. You went to the third floor, take the right. Your office was there: there were no new colleagues to talk to, just a coffee machine on the ground floor and your office waiting for you with a great view outside. It was tiny but perfectly adequate for your job. You smiled slightly, placing your briefcase on the desk and taking a few seconds to admire the place. You found it minimal, perfect. You loved simple things. You heard little noises at the door, so you briefly composed yourself as you turned around. "Can I help you?" the question came out almost spontaneously, so much so that you had not taken into consideration the person in front of you. Steve Rogers. He was one of the avengers, you knew him and were grateful for his work. You knew the story of him, you had seen the videos. 

He was the perfect hero and soldier, but heroes weren't really your thing. Maybe you were wrong, but you felt gratitude, yes, but not as much gratitude as felt by the many inhabitants of New York and other cities. You were okay, the avengers were too and did their job while you did yours, and it didn't seem like a really bad thing. You wanted to leave things as they were and had made it clear right away that you didn't want to be involved in any kind of danger. "Well no, actually I just wanted to say hello. I saw you outside... you looked very nervous." he giggled nervously, putting his hand to his hair as if to fix it.

 As if he had something out of place. You suppressed a little twitch in the eye of nervousness, annoyed that someone had seen you. You hated being seen that way, not because there was something wrong, but because all your life they made you believe it was wrong and now... you just got used to it. You put the most fake smile on your face and then you shake your head. "I was actually nervous, but only for the amount of work. I'm really happy to be here and for the welcome, thank you very much." you have denied how much he may have understood of your nervousness, making your voice silky and gentle. You had to behave like this with the public, you knew that. You could see that he was not at all convinced of your answer, almost as if he knew you were lying. You didn't care, after all your work wasn't in contact with the avengers. And to be honest, you could admit that deep down you were scared of men with abilities like Steve Rogers or others. You loved simplicity, they weren't simple, they were anything but. You were hoping that the golden soldier of America might give up and leave you alone to do your job, but he didn't. Instead, he decided to go further into your office, crossing the threshold of the door and frowning around. "Tony should do something about these offices. They're so bare." he frowned, then paused on you with a small smile. "I really hope you brought something to decorate them with. It’d mean, you know, that you will stay here a long time. Nice to have company." he tried to make you comfortable, but he only got the opposite. You frowned completely this time, dropping the mask and pointing out your confusion. "Company? There are a lot of people in this building." you commented with a nervous laugh, not understanding what his point was. You never thought in your entire life that you could say that, but Steve managed to make you deeply uncomfortable, as well as that overwhelming body. Normally it is thought that the bigger a man is, the more he can offer protection and safety, right? For you it was the other way around. It was as if you were afraid of it, deep down, but you didn't want to admit it. So when he approached you further with a little smile and a frown you pretended to be fine, stopping the urge to play with your nails or look away. He tilted his head slightly, giggling, shaking his head. "The third floor is almost completely empty. It's a new sector, Stark needed a few professionals and they have all already been distributed. Your office is very close to the rooms of us avengers, but in this corridor you are almost alone. Most of the rooms are archives. Weren't you informed? " his tone was almost mocking, you almost found that he wanted to discredit you. Or maybe it was your paranoia that spoke. You nearly choked on your own saliva upon receiving and processing that information, but you couldn't go back now. You had to get used to it. So you did what came naturally to you: pretend to laugh in situations of profound discomfort. "I think I missed it in the email sent, but thanks for the information, now I know why there were very few people here." you offered one of your best smiles, looking first at his blue eyes and then at the door, as if to indicate that he should go. He smiled back at you in the best possible way, almost seemed to commit himself. But he didn't get your message. You then cleared your throat, heading over to your desk and opening your briefcase. A photo of you came out but you didn't worry about it at that moment, thinking of sitting gracefully in your armchair. It was only time to turn around, that only after you surprised the infamous Steve Rogers with your photo in hand. Without thinking twice, you took it from his hands, holding it tight to your chest. Only when you saw his shocked expression on him did you realize your mistake: you lost control. You then cleared your throat, looking down embarrassed. "Sorry, it's just that important but I wasn’t-" You didn't really know what to say, there was no real excuse. The truth was that you were right and he didn't have the right to take your things, but could you really start your first day like that? Fortunately, his gallantry preceded him. "No really, I'm sorry! It was my fault, I shouldn't have... I just saw it and you, it was really beautiful. The view too." he giggled nervously, backing away. He felt deeply uncomfortable, like you. There was an awkward silence, followed by a brief "see you later" and his footsteps farther and farther away from him. You thought Steve Rogers was a great soldier, a good avenger but you didn't think he was capable of making you so uncomfortable. You didn't think about it, shaking your head and getting to work. You didn't have the time or the will to think. You knew you weren't nice and didn't need to believe otherwise, and above all you knew you weren't in that building to make friends or get acquainted. You loved the simplicity of your work, you would not have allowed someone to ruin it even just by entering your mind for a bad impression.

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[dungeonpuppykai]

When I want to read dark fics, your writing just hits. One of my guilty pleasures recently has been dark!winter soldier stuff and I was hoping you could write one.

If you can, can you make it where Bucky is still the Winter Soldier and finds himself completely enamored with the reader. He stalks her briefly and decides he has to have her. So where it gets dark is mean, brooding soldier kidnaps reader and makes her his housewife. (I’d like to think that some of Bucky’s 40ness is still there along with some good old fashion 50s idealization where he basically molds her into being his perfect little housewife.)

He can still be with hydra or not but this thought has been buzzing around in my head recently and I personally am not good at writing dark fics.

Um, hell yes I can! Also, not me having almost exactly the same idea (it was in my drafts and I totally merged it with yours). Sorry for being late uni kicks my butt hard TT. Also, please note that this is a headcanon kind of situation type deal but apparently there's a limit to how many bullets you can put per post so that's why it looks the way it does! Hope you like it still. Unedited ❤️

Warning(s): Dubcon (just to be safe), stalking, kidnapping, housewife kink, stockholm syndrome, spanking, misogyny, domestic discipline, breeding kink (dash), age gap (I mean, man is over a century old). Contains mature content. Browse at your own discretion. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! 

You are absolutely shit faced as you stumble out the backdoor of the club with two of your girlfriends tangled around each arm. 

You are all giggling, stumbling and slurring out curses, trying to shush each other as you trudge your forms to your apartment complex that is close by because driving is obviously out of question now. 

Were it not for your overly intoxicated state, you would have totally noticed the dark silhouette that stills in the dark alley facing the backdoor. 

The man masked in the darkness tilts his head to the side as he tries to read your party, having gotten caught off guard by the sudden bursting open of the door. 

One of your friends stagger in his direction and he moves back, his labored breaths warm in his mask, watching the girl as she retches her guts out.

Silence follows the wheezes and gags of the girl.

Then there is a sound– a melody in the air.

Soldat feels something stir within himself.

Something his masters did their best to suppress. 

Not that they would be doing any more of that. 

They needed to be alive to do something like that ever again.

His eyebrows furrow as he scans your group for the source of the sound; you. 

You are laughing.

At your friend that is throwing up.

Hands clutching your hurting sides, eyes scrunched, head thrown back, flushed and sweaty face vibrant under the bright moonlight as your hair frames it in the most perfect way possible. 

A shaky breath escapes the man covered in tears and blood of his captors and oppressors.  

His eyes scan your form. 

Beautiful. 

His metal hand clenches into a fist and he makes his resolve almost instantly;

Mine.

Soldat cannot recall much of his past except for a few things like his name.

But he knows that it has been a long, long time. 

And it's time to go home.

But a home is not walls and concrete. 

It is the people that live in it. 

His head is a mess as he scales a wall and follows you to your building, skipping from roof to roof effortlessly with a careful eye on your form.

James had finally broken free against hydra yesterday morning while they were experimenting something more brutal. 

And during the following hours, all various leaders that made the organization what it was were dead.

For what is a structure without its pillars?

He had plundered them single handedly. 

And now he was a slave no more.

James would live, and he would take.

Just as had been taken from him.

You woke up the next morning, sprawled across your bed.

As you winced and sat up, you could swear you had knocked out on the couch last night. 

But since you couldn't teleport, it was probably just a gap in your memory.

Right?

The second sign was the painkillers and water next to you on the bedside table.

The third was the window of your room that was open wide.

But you shook your head as you were behind on your schedule for the day and got on with your busy university student life. 

You should have taken notice of the signs. 

How things would always somehow work out when you were struggling with some sort of a problem. 

Regardless of whatever type of an issue it was. 

Your friends joked about it as Divine Providence. 

And Divine it was, you lived to learn. 

When it happened, it wasn't after a dramatic chase or anything. 

You had simply woken up in a room you had never seen before, tucked in the bed like it had been yours for ages.

What even happened? 

You had finished an assignment before heading to bed for an early class the next morning. 

But now you were timidly surveying the room, more and more panic filling you by the passing second. 

The house is beautiful and bright outside the dark room you had woken up in, big glass windows facing tall trees and various other type of greenery outside. 

A loud gasp escaped you when you were somewhere in the middle of the living room.

You turned around to find a huge and by that you mean, giant man standing a few steps away from you.

You could swear he wasn't there a minute ago.

But now he is towering over you, head tilted to the side as if interacting with something from an outer planet, eyes scanning your form slowly. 

As if he's savouring the sight of you in a…

Your blood runs cold as you look down to realize that you are dressed in a white sundress with yellow and red flowers printed on it.

Your eyes widen in horror.

Because you had been wearing your PJs last night–

Or, rather, the last time you were awake.

Before you can say anything, he extends a hand towards you invitingly, nodding sideways to what seems to be the kitchen. 

Something in his hand glints in the sunlight coming from the windows.

It is when your panicked vision realizes that the hand and the whole arm is made up of metal, your body backs away.

With your mouth agape, you demand shakily.

"Who the hell are you?" 

He sighs. 

"What the hell is this place? Why am I here? What the fuck is going on?!"

The man's features scrunch in disapproval. 

Your choice of words is much unappreciated.

"Good little wives don't ask questions." 

In his angry, fried and entitled delusional mind you are as much in love with him as he is.

Otherwise, why would you just accept all the favours he did for you during all these months he was building a perfect home for the both of you and your future children?

He takes a step in your direction and you leap back.

After a short game of cat and mouse, you are trapped against the glass window.

He is too close. 

There is a heavy looking vase on the table next to you.

The shock on his face is evident.

He hadn't expected you, his wife, such a small and innocent girl to disrespect her husband like this. 

You whimper in horror when he doesn't budge against the decoration piece exploding against his brow bone.

James' eyes narrow as he leans in, a thick stream of blood running down the hurt side of his face.

"Bad girl" and you take off without a second thought.

Thankfully, the door is straight ahead and surprisingly unlocked.

You run without looking back. 

The man is not chasing you like you expected. 

But you don't want to stick around and find out why. 

Though the reason is soon revealed when you race through the little garden and out of the fence door. 

You are looking behind you and at the house so it is not until you are a good distance away from it do you turn your head to look ahead. 

Icy horror pierces its way down your spine.

Sand and palm trees dominate your vision as far as you can see where you are and your right side.

A devastatingly vast ocean washes the shore you are running on from the left side.

That doesn't stop you until your body gives up after a few minutes. 

You ran into the jungle for some cover.

Sobs and tears burst out of you as you collapse on a blanket of leaves.

Your body is weak and confused. 

Many hours pass.

You wander and starve.

You hide and shake.

You tip toe and give up.

There are wild animals all around you.

You can hear them.

It's terrifying. 

So terrifying that when you hear the stranger's voice some time after dusk, you are almost glad.

Are you done? His bright blue eyes that you can make out even in the dim light ask you silently. 

"How'd you even find me?" You were sure you had run a good couple miles.

He refuses to respond until you place your shaking hand in his awaiting metal one. 

"I can smell you" his accent is almost foreign as he pulls you up, frowning at your hurt bare feet. 

It took you hours to get to where you were but it only takes James a few minutes to get you back home. 

"Before I clean you up, I need to punish you." You are baffled. "Good wives don't run away from their husbands." 

He doesn't listen to any of your protests and reason that day or ever.

"Little girls don't know what is right for them. Only their husbands can decide that." 

He thoroughly washes you that night after giving you the worst spanking, paying no mind to your begging and crying.

You are sniffling as you sit on the bathroom counter wrapped up in a towel an hour later, your sore ass buzzing under you.

Your captor is kneeling in front of you as he tends to your hurt feet. 

He tells you your rules as he does so.

"First, you are to always obey me no matter what. Second, your body belongs to me as I am your husband, so you should not try to deny me of it because it will never end well for you. Third, you will respect me or you will live to learn to do so. Four, you will do your chores like a good wife and fulfill your wifely responsibilities. Five, you are to always accept your punishments and thank me for disciplining you after I am through with you, should you choose to break a rule or misbehave. Six, you will not indulge in any activity that can potentially corrupt your little mind. Seven, you will speak with respect and never out of turn. Eight, you are to always greet me when you wake up or if I have been gone a while. Nine, you can try to run. I will never stop you. But when you return home after failing, you will take your punishment obediently. Ten, you must never touch yourself. You are mine and mine alone." 

Since the spanking is still fresh on your skin you panic a little and fear forgetting them.

But you find them pasted on the fridge the following morning because he knew you were too dumb to remember them.

A few days pass before you explode about not being his wife and call him crazy.

"You weren't saying that when I did you all those favours." 

Horror dawns upon you as you realize that it was him all along.

You don't give up easily, though.

You try to run more times than you can keep count.

Every direction, every plan and every map you make proves to be useless.

Because the last time you do so, you realize that you are on a fucking island.

And since there is a dock near the house with the pantry never running low on groceries, James has a means of transport hidden somewhere is no mystery. 

But you don't know when he does it. 

So far you haven't been able to figure out a pattern. 

Either he was right about you being dumb or your captor was really good at staying one step ahead of you.

Anyways, you have no choice but to return to him crushed and sobbing as always.

He is reading something when you collapse between his legs; ready to accept your punishment as you have learnt that hiding and denying only makes it worse. 

James isn't so bad if you follow his rules. 

He is just a kidnapper and a misogynist with dangerous reflexes. 

His face is smug as he puts the book away. You have noticed that he is not as stiff and troubled as he used to be when you first woke up here months ago at this point. 

"How was it, doll?" He loves to hear you talk about it as he bruises your ass. "Any luck?" 

Today, though, something different happens.

You don't know if it's resignation and surrender finally settling in or if you have actually started to like this life.

How James gives you a nod of approval and pats your head rewardingly whenever you follow all your rules without any trouble.

The way he lets you stay up past your bed time (yes you have one because good wives are healthy for their husbands) to read a book or watch a movie.

If you were extra good and talked to him (though he was a man of a few words) and helped him out with a little farming thing he had going on in the backyard/patio, he would even let you sleep in the following morning. 

No stress or pulling yourself through classes and tight budgets.

Just being what he considered good and then whatever you would mention briefly would be in the house within the next few days.

When he is done punishing you, you thank him and apologize according to routine. But then you hug him.

You tell yourself it is due to the sad reality that your torment is your comfort.

Has to be.

You have no choice.

And then something unexpected happens in the course of the next few days. 

While trying to make the best out of this situation, you start to notice the little things, quirks and rituals, habits and mannerisms of this man. 

How he doesn't say anything if he doesn't like a certain ingredient or condiment in something you cooked but pushes it aside to use as compost later.

The way he holds you extra tight some times when he mutters a foreign language in his sleep. 

How he stares at the scary metal arm after a long day while waiting for you to finish up dinner.

Or the way he struggles to hold himself back whenever you are in a close proximity to him because you cried once he crept his hand up your ass in a sexual way. 

You don't get him sometimes.

His morals are as mysterious as him. 

Because he kidnapped you and forced you to be his wife in a '40's way, strips you to spank and humiliate you during punishments, then bathes and comforts you in his own way of silently holding you against his chest in his arms until you calm down.

Your tears don't effect him. 

But then he refuses to touch you sexually after the one time he tried.

It takes you a while to make the most peace that you can with James, but it happens eventually because you don't have a choice.  

The loneliness starts to drive you mad otherwise.

You are helping him with his farming one day when you collapse.

James isn't happy to find out that you haven't had any of your daily water intake for the day. 

After he is sure you are hydrated, it is punishment time because caring for yourself is also a rule you are supposed to never break.

Your ass is red and seething by the time he's done. Everything is pretty much routine except that you don't sit up to apologize and maybe hug him like usual.

Not even when he pats your ass to signal that he's done.

"H- Hubby?" You sniffle as you use the endearment.

It had been a proud discovery of yours.

James always gave in a little whenever you used it.

"Yes, little mouse?" You bite your lips as your thighs tremble.

Fuck.

"Y- You say we are husband and wife…"

"What about it?"

You bite your lip as you push your ass out and towards him, letting your legs part.

"Then why don't we act like it?" James is good at concealing his emotions and showing restraint.

But he can't help the way his cock hardens at the sight your pretty red thighs reveal to him.

Your perfect pussy is glistening with your creamy arousal, the entrance of your vagina blinking to indicate its need to be filled.

Fuck. 

Though James starts off small and slow with his fingers rubbing your cunt, the night ends with him balls deep into your pussy with his length rearranging your organs.

Whatever was left of you to own for him, he does so after that night.

You cannot go on for long without having some sort of physical proximity to him.

The sex is wild and it's amazing with his stamina. 

It is also instrumental in bringing you two closer than ever. 

James opens up to you slowly, but only when you ask about it.

You had done so in the past as well. 

But since it's genuine curiosity now, he feels comfortable telling you all about it.

It is a lot for you to take in and you almost don't believe him until he shows you some of his belongings from his time.

Things drift on as smoothly for a while as the waves outside your house.

And then comes the ultimate test. 

Which decides the course of your future with him.

He is still asleep one morning when you wake up.

It isn't a usual occurrence. 

But you had introduced him to comics lately and he had been obsessed with them despite claiming that they were too childish and unrealistic. 

While he had a metal arm himself…

You adjust the quilt before getting ready for the day and heading out to make breakfast. 

It is when you realize in panic that there aren't any apples left even though James had asked you to make a grocery list (that started when he started trusting you more) and you had assured him that you had enough apples for a while.

"I am gonna get the hairbrush today, I swear to God!" You mutter to yourself as you rush through the house like a headless chicken. 

Thankfully, your garden had an apple tree so you could save yourself from a breakfast spanking at the very least.

But something standing next to the dock catches your attention before you can the apples you try to budge free from their branches.

A motorboat. 

Before you can decide what you think of it, you are standing next to it on the dock.

It has fuel and a map. The key is in the ignition.

You narrow your eyes and feel your head splitting. 

A lot goes through your mind.

Flashbacks play before your eyes.

It is almost a full circle moment. 

And then you are standing in front of James who is seated on a stool next to the kitchen counter you use for dining. 

His head is lowered as he sips on his coffee and stabs at the breakfast you prepared with a fork.

"Hubby?" Your captor freezes before he slowly looks up at you. 

The blue of his eyes is troubled. He is in disbelief. As though he wasn't expecting you to be standing here.

"There is a boat outside. Do you think someone could be–" 

"You didn't leave." His voice is heavy. 

"What kind of a wife leaves her home?"

You two just stare at each other for a while. 

No words exchanged.

Then, for the first time ever, James gets up and hurriedly closes the distance between you two, enveloping you in his arms before pushing you against the wall behind you.

"I felt so angry and wronged that I thought I could take anything because I deserved it after everything that happened to me but… I love you too much, mouse."

He has never spoken this earnestly before.

"I just realized that I do too."

James kisses you passionately before you wrap yourself around him and close your eyes blissfully. 

He tightens his own arms around you gladly.

He would have hated to end up back on square one with you had you chosen to try and escape. 

The boat would have blown up a small fuse that would have been loud enough for his enhanced hearing if someone– you, were to turn the keys in the ignition.

Yes, he wasn't expecting you to be back but only too soon.

It was a test and you passed. 

As always, James stuck to his ways and rewarded you for being such a good wife. 

By giving you a ring, a new wardrobe and a baby that was the first of many to come.

.

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A Night With The Winter Soldier

Summary: You’re sent to be Hydra’s test subject for a new serum.

Pairing: F. Reader x Winter Soldier Bucky

Warnings: Smut. 18+ Only. Minors DNI. Dark Bucky. Non con. Oral. Unprotected sex.

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A/N: I know I don’t usually write for Bucky, but this idea has been stuck in my head for a long time. I’m just tagging my regular tag list, if you’re not into dark fics, please skip! ❤️

Fucked. That’s what you were or at least what you were going to be. You shake your head as you cover your skimpy lingerie with the matching robe your mother gave to you.

Your father is the head scientist for Hydra. He had been working on this experiment for years. He had created a serum that would cause Super Soldiers to want to reproduce. The end result would be a perfect Super Soldier baby. He finally perfected it. Who could be a better test subject than his daughter?

You begged him. You pleaded and cried. It was unfair to expect this of you. But he didn’t care how you felt. He said it was your duty to do as you were told. You didn’t want to make Hydra upset with your family, did you? You knew the horrors that awaited you if you refused. Your best friend, Lilly and her whole family disappeared three years ago when her father refused a command from Hydra. They were brutal and cruel. Sadly, you were used to it.

Hydra came first. Before yourself, before your family, your loyalty had to be unwavering. You knew it wasn’t really your father who had suggested it be you. Your mother told you it was one of the higher ups. He had seen you in your new sundress a few weeks ago and thought you would be perfect to carry the first Super Soldier baby.

It made you sick. How could they do this? You didn’t want to know what would happen if you refused. “At least, he is the strongest Super Soldier. This baby’s genes will be impeccable with the both of you for parents.” Your mother reassured you, as if it would help you feel better.

You weren’t naive. You and the baby would be monitored from the moment you got pregnant. As soon as you gave birth, the child would be ripped from your arms and watched closely. It wouldn’t really be yours.

You take the elevator to the thirteenth floor, heart racing wildly. You were scared. You had seen the Super Soldiers behind glass doors where you were protected from them. Now, you were being offered on a silver platter to the biggest baddest one, like a worm on a hook waiting for a fish to jump after them.

Two guards stand outside the door to the windowless room. Their eyes roam over your barely covered body. They smirk at you as they type in the code to let you in. “Good luck, princess. You’re going to need it.” They evilly laugh as the door opens. Slowly, you walk in, your breath catching in your throat as you hear the steel door bang tightly shut behind you.

The room is dimly lit. A leather chair in one corner, a bed pressed against the wall, there’s a table with a half worked puzzle on it. It was so dreary, your heart aches for the poor guy that called this room home. You walk over to the table, running your hand over the puzzle. That’s when you feel it. Even though you couldn’t see him, you’re not alone. He’s in here with you, hid in the dark corners somewhere. You turn around to find him staring at you.

The Winter Soldier, Bucky Barnes, you had demanded to know his name before you did this. His dark hair hung in waves by his cheeks, his cold blue eyes focused on your body. He was beautiful. You weren’t used to seeing him without the black mask he usually wore. He was shirtless, his silver, metal arm catching your attention. You studied it. The way it looks like it was forcefully put on, the red star on his shoulder. He was always silent, brooding in the shadows. You had never been this close to him.

You reach for his face, wanting to feel him before all this started. His metal arm stops you, cold hand wrapping around your wrist. You squeak when he twists your arm behind your back, walking you toward the table.

He presses you against it, you feel his erection threatening to burst out of his black pants. One swipe of his free hand knocks the puzzle to the floor. Colorful pieces scatter all around you. He lifts you on top of the table, the cold surface making you gasp when your bare legs land on it.

Bucky holds you with his metal arm, the other one makes quick work of your flimsy robe. He grabs your breast through the thin fabric of your lingerie. You squirm under his touch as he pinches your nipple through the lace.

“You don’t know how bad I need this. Been a long time since I’ve had a pretty girl like you in my bed.” You’re shocked when he speaks to you. You had been warned that he wouldn’t talk to you at all. He takes a step back to look at you, zeroing in on your panties.

He pushes your back to the wall, commanding you to stay there. You obey, you didn’t want to upset him and make this worse for yourself. He holds your top in one hand, jerking the material. The sound of it’s ripping, startling you. He was crazy strong. The thought of being manhandled by him sounded better by the second.

Next was your panties, he stripped you of them quickly, pulling you by your legs to the edge of the table. He got on his knees before you, shoving his face to your core. He licks one fat stripe up your center, moaning as he tastes you. He swirls his tongue across your clit, you buck your hips up to get closer.

Bucky pushes you down with his metal arm, ensuring that you wouldn’t be able to move. You accept your fate, laying back as he laps at you. He fucks you with his tongue, his nose rubbing expertly against your sensitive nub. The band tightly wound in your stomach snaps as he drags his wicked tongue across your clit, sucking you between his lips. He doesn’t hold back his moans as your arousal floods his face.

When he emerges, his face is glistening because of you. He wipes it off with the back of his flesh hand. Bucky jerks you off the table, pointing to the cold, cement ground. “On your knees.” You sink down in front of him as he sheds his pants. You’re surprised he hadn’t already taken them off.

You shift on your knees, trying to get comfortable. He could at least offer you a pillow to kneel on or something. You look around, and spot the only one on his bed. You’re about to ask for it, when he pulls your hair roughly, jerking your head toward his throbbing cock. It was huge. The kind of big that would hurt. You open your mouth, trying to take all of him inside.

You choke and gag, spit dribbling down your chin onto your breasts as you struggle. He looks down at you, hand still tangled in your hair. Your jaw aches already and he’s just getting started. He thrusts his hips forward, pushing your head down simultaneously. Tears fill your eyes as he hits the back of your throat. You can’t help the sob that escapes you as he pulls out, only to forcefully push his way back in.

His thumbs follow the tears on your cheeks, your mascara pooling under your eyes making you look like a raccoon. “You look so pretty when you cry.” He coos, while looking at you adoringly. He thrusts three more times, your nails dig into his thighs, a silent plea to stop. He finally pulls out, collecting you from the floor and gently placing you on his bed.

He places one leg over his shoulder, lining himself up at your entrance. He pushes inside and it’s too much. “It’s- you’re too big.” You explain. Bucky moves your other leg, spreading you wider. “You’re gonna take all of it.” He grunts, wedging himself inside you, bottoming out with one thrust. He ignores your pained scream, leaning down to lick your fresh tears.

“So tight. So perfect. Just for me.” He praises in your ear. Finally, the pain subsides. Bucky feels incredible, his thick cock dragging against the spot that makes your head swim. A gush of arousal soaks him as he swirls his metal thumb in circles on your clit.

“Look at you, such a good girl, dripping all over my cock.” You moan, clenching around him, your long nails clawing his back, drawing blood as your second orgasm rips through you. His thrusts grow sloppy as you feel him go still inside you. His hot cum, drips down your legs as he withdraws himself from you.

Bucky swipes it with his index finger, rubbing it with his thumb. He brings it to your lips, you swirl your tongue around his long digit, loving the way he tastes. You’re caught off guard when his icy, metal hand collects as much cum as he can, stuffing it back inside you.

You twitch, trying to pull away from the cold hand on your heat. “Ah ah ah.” He scolds. He presses his cool thumb to your clit, toying with the oversensitive pearl. “You have to take every drop.” When he’s satisfied with his work, he makes you lay on your back so it doesn’t drip back out.

You close your eyes, the sweet promise of sleep taking over you. You are almost in dream land when you feel the familiar nudge of Bucky’s cock at your sore center. “What are you doing?” You ask, too tired to fight him. “I’m not finished with you yet, doll.” He smiles wickedly, snapping his hips to fill you again.

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