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Their Doll 11
Silent scream
B.Barnes x Stark!Reader, S.Rogers x Stark!Reader
series synopsis:  y/n Stark, all records of her non existent, and yet Hydra still find her. When she is kidnapped by a certain super-soldier and no one believes her, she finds herself searching for unexpected familiarity in her not-so-distant past.
Series Warnings: smut, violence, torture, swearing
Chapter Summary: y/n gets shut up
Warnings: mentions of violence, swearing
A/n: The timeline in this has been altered, as there I things I wanted to include but I also wanted this fic to follow the storyline/timeline of Winter Soldier and Civil war.So for purposes of this fanfic, Peter Parker was discovered by Tony at a much younger age - when he was bitten - and has been an intern with him since, almost like a protégée.(For the purposes of this story Peter was bitten much younger too - more like when he was 9 or ten rather than 14/15)
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"Fuck you." I snapped, mustering all the saliva I could before spitting it at his face. He flinched back when it splattered over his cheek, his fingers swiping through the spittle before he was shaking it from them and standing back to his full height.
"It appears this one is never going to cooperate. If she won't give us information, why let our experimentations on her possibly...benefit the girl the the future?" The general spoke menacingly to the guards behind me. "How about way find a way to shut her up?"
My heat thudded so hard in my chest it was like someone was punching me from the inside, all air knocked from my lungs before I was being hoisted up to my feet again with two rough grips on my upper arms. My chest heaving, I coughed a ragged breath before composing myself. The glint of the silver blade in the corner of my vision sent my eyes bugging out of my skull and my mind into a flat panic.
So, I did what any rational person with my capabilities would do. I began to hum the deep melody - one a seldom sung - and a smirk crawled its way onto my now curved lips. Clearly, the general was prepared, but the two guards behind we weren't so lucky.
A desperate cry pierced my tune, harmonising with my voice as I heard the havoc I was causing. This was the first time I'd enjoyed a kill, the very first time I'd wanted to use my powers for such a horrific reason. I'd only ever used this part of my power a few times, but this was the only time I'd been fully lucid whilst doing so.
Some people want nothing more than to blow their enemies' brains out, and trust me when I tell you; It felt good.
However, luck was never on my side, and the General had come full prepared. He wasn't even affected, it must've been something to do with the funny earpiece he was wearing.
As my eyes met his, the General's face held non of the cocky, smug tones that I'd expect. No, the only word I could use to describe his old and crinkled features was pure ire, and it was directed at me.
"You conniving, vile little bitch!" He snarled, the flash of silver weeding a sense of utter and complete dread, tangled with fear inside of me, uprooting my confidence. I don't remember a lot after that, to tell you the truth. I know the blade sliced along my throat. I know everything was rained black. And that's about it.
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Awakening with a gasp was the last thing I expected to happen. The sight of the blade risen in front of the general burned into my mind, almost as if it'd been scorned against my flesh. But here I was: awake, gasping for breath, completely surrounded by doctors I'd never seen before.
My hand instantly flew to my neck, a stinging sensation pulsing from the delicate skin. I hissed as my sweaty palm made contact with the bandage, the material corse and scratchy against my skin. As a doctor waddled over to me, needle in hand, I flailed desperately, a silent scream ripping from my throat.
Hang on a second-
Silent scream? I tried again, the shrill noise that should be tearing from me simply vanishing as it hit my throat. My eyes widened with the realisation, my bottom lip wobbling as I suddenly pieces together what had happened.
He said he'd have to shut me up, didn't he? The thought made me want to scream loudly, that the blade had touched my skin and left me with no defence.
They took away the hell they'd reigned upon me, something I'd wished I could be rid of for years, and now I was disappointed. Maybe this was their plan all along, that little voice in my head sang. The tears pricked at my eyes, which rolled back lazily as the scratch of the needle poked at my neck.
...
My calloused fingers ran over the cut tirelessly, trying to itch somewhere that I could never seem to find. I don't know how long I was sedated for, but since waking up the bleeding had stopped and there was now an offensive red line that slid horizontally across my neck.
Every time I touched it, it coaxed a wince from me, and yet that's all I seemed to do. It was like poking a bruise, I guess. The more it hurts the more you want to do it.
They'd returned me to my cell, clearly very little need for restraints against my weakened, starved and dehydrated body. I could see the flesh thinning on my arms, my ribs pressing painfully against my skin. Not only could I see the hunger, but I could feel it.
Manifesting, biting, gnawing hunger. The type that are you from inside out, devouring everything of you until the only thing you could think about was eating. Huh, I guess I was already at that stage then.
My eyes remained locked in place, glossy with the endless tears as I stared at the floor. If I really looked hard enough, the still wet blood smeared over the floors of the hallway resembled something close to strawberry jam. The thoughts of the sickly sweat substance spread over a perfectly toasted piece of bread, accompanied with a big glass of fresh orange juice and washed down by a large coffee made my mouth water. The booming rumble in my stomach made the groan, even more drawn out than expected when I remembered all I'd get to eat today: a small bread roll and a tiny glass of water.
Sadly, the sink in my cell did not contain drinking water. The liquid was so discoloured that I purposely avoided washing me hands, preferring to possible have my own germs coating my hands than whatever they were giving me. I'm not kicking you about, I genuinely think the water was filtered through a clump of fucking horse shit, mixed with fish guts and complimented with a hint of rotting fruit. If I could help it, I'd be dodging that water like the plague (if it didn't contain one already) for the rest of my life.
I'm not really sure why, but my head snapped up in surprise why the door sprang open, a single guard entering.
"The general requires your presence." He deadpanned, eyes cold as eyes and sharp as a knife as they stabbed through me. I wanted to fight back, stay glued to the spot and snap back some snarky remark, but in my current condition I almost couldn't bring myself to care where I was about to be taken, or why for that matter.
I stood without a word, silently following the man until we reached an unfamiliar metal door. I found it almost laughable, really, that they'd reduced my strength so much, that no one even considered putting me any sort of restraints anymore.
The door was pushed open with a child-like whine emitting from its rusty hinges, the metal scraping over the concrete floor painfully. The guard simply grabbed my arm before tugging me into the room, letting the door shut behind his with a hollow thunk.
"Ah, she has arrived!" The general's voice exclaimed, a deviant smile spreading over his thin lips. "And just in time to meet Mr Pierce, too." He said menacingly.
I felt embarrassed, exposed, stood before the room of men. My hair was a mess, tears streaking my reddened face, eyes puffy from crying and the only clothes a wore was a now-battered hospital gown. My eyes darted around nervously, trying to avoid the blonde man sat before me, chin resting in his palm as he surveyed me.
"Why is this one...important?" The man asked, eyeing me up and down before his eyes seemed to fixate on my neck. The scar.
"This," the general spoke, but Mr Pierce kept his eyes on me, "is Miss y/n Stark." Mr Pierce's eyes widened ever so slightly, but it was barely noticeable.
"As in Tony Stark?" Pierce pondered.
"The very same." The general smirked.
"She seems awfully...quiet, for a Stark." Pierce said with almost a hint of disgust, eyes still glued to my shaking frame.
"That's because we shut her up." The general snapped, awfully harshly.
"Is that the scar? How fresh is it?" Pierce jabbed his questions, curiosity clearly becoming him in the moment.
"Indeed. Our doctors here are very good, Sir. They had her all patched up and out of bandages in just three days." The general bragged, shoulders back and head held high as if he was posing for a portrait.
"I see." Pierce mused, brows furrowed in thought. "What do you plan to do with her? Now that she can't tell you anything?"
"Oh, trust me, sir. She wasn't giving anything up either way," he paused, striding over to me and yanking my head back with a fistful of hair, my back mow  pressed to his chest and his mouth at my ear, "isn't that right, sweetheart?"he clarified, and I didn't hesitate to nod my head as much as his grip would allow.
"So why isn't she dead?" Pierce gritted, seemingly annoyed. "It's not like Tony's attached to her, he never looked for her and I've never even heard him mention her."
"But then they'll keep coming. I don't want the avengers on my back, and I'm sure you don't either." Pierce hummed in agreement. "She's with them - her and that Captain America guy arrived together - so why not use her to send a message?" The general suggested.
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That's how I found myself tied up, wrists bound and gun to my head as I sat shakily in a chair in the middle of the quinjet. I had no clue how long I'd been since that day, but I do know that I had been sedated once again. The flimsy hospital gown allowed a shiver to chill me, skin  forming goosebumps as I sat before the open door or the quinjet.
"You will tell them exactly as I just did. Got it?" The general pressed, pushing the gun into my head hard enough to make by head throb. Tears biting at my eyes, I nodded furiously, now determined to live with the promise of being free again. "Good. Soldat, make sure she gets back to New York without being seen, I'd hate to have to spill more blood than we intended." The general demanded, a figure rustling its way out of the shadows at the edge of the room. A gasp tore from my throat at the sight of him - clad in black leather and arm as silver as the moon. The soldier - my soldier.
But he simple stared through me, eyes blank and clouded in a coldness I'd never had directed at me from him before.
"And make sure you don't fail this time, soldat." The general snapped. The soldier nodded solemnly, the echoing of boots thudding filling both their ears as the general walked off the ship.
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warriorqueen1991 · 7 years
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Razorblades And Lemon Juice (pt. 7)
Characters: Vampire Negan X Reader
Warnings: fluff, blood drinking, awkwardness and sexual situations ;)
Notes: things are changing between you and Negan ♡♡♡
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You were sitting in Negan’s room, your legs crossed comfortably on the couch. After your conversation the day before, he had been uncharacteristically distant.
Snapping the book perched between your fingers closed you let out a deep sigh, what the hell was he doing?
Getting to your feet you stretched your arms above your head humming as your back gave a satisfying crack.
You were happy you had awoke to find your door surprisingly unlocked and a note from Negan saying you could read in his room If you wished.
But there was that small part of you that missed his company, god what if it was Stockholm Syndrome?
The sound of his door opening snapped you back to reality, Negan strode through the door flinging his leather jacket on the nearby bed.
You remained silent, just watching him.
He groaned, rolling his shoulders before glancing at you “so you found the fucking place?” looking around you smiled “seems so”.
He chuckled, running his hand down his mouth before gesturing over his shoulder at the door “I uh…had to fucking send some dead pricks to the east to scare off some fucking Wolves, don’t want those fuckers snooping around”.
You nodded “they got W’s on there foreheads right?”
He returned the nod as you rubbed your shoulder, biting your lip “the…the men who attacked me were Wolves I think”.
He growled “I could send the dead fucks to take care of em if you want?”
you smiled gently “thanks, but no…” you gestured to the couch “sit with me?”.
He tensed instantly “uh…I…I gotta go princess, lot of fucking shit to do” he was practically running out the door.
Chuckling you gave him a confused look “like what Negan?”
His eyes widened “uhhh…”
You giggled “please Negan we’re the only two people hear, you may be used to being alone but I’m not”.
He frowned eyeing the couch in disdain before slowly making his way to you, slumping down on the leather cushions.
Looking at you, he raised his eyebrows “Now what?”
Rolling your eyes with a smile you moved your legs to rest on his lap, wiggling your toes.
“Would you like me to read to you?”
He shrugged with an uncomfortable sigh “sure…why the fuck not”. You smiled softly, lifting the book back up to begin reading to him out loud.
You were heading on to the next chapter when you felt his warm hand touching your bare foot, caressing it gently.
You couldn’t help the blush creeping across your flesh as you bit your lip, he didn’t seem to notice what he was doing.
His head was resting on his fist, eyes closed as you quickly picked back up reading.
He coughed, shifting his hips so he could lean on the armrest more as he continued. The rough cough made you frown but the peacefulness of the situation kept you silent.
Had he eaten yet?
You looked at the now half empty basket of fruit he had left on the table earlier, two water bottles sat beside it while an empty one lay beside the couch. Negan had made a point to make sure you were taken care of, so wasn’t it your job now to make sure he was.
Moving your foot slightly was enough to catch his attention, he lifted his head to look at you “fucking bored yet?”
You gasped in fake offense “you don’t like my reading?” you placed you hand on your heart shaking your head “I’m hurt”.
He chuckled scratching the salt and pepper scruff littering his cheeks, “shoulda gotcha pissed at me sooner” he rumbled making you look at him curiously.
“What do you mean?”
He smiled closing his eyes again “this is fucking relaxing…wouldn’t of done this shit earlier…to fucking scared of me” he mumbled. You shrugged slightly, moving your other foot to rub his hand gently “well you’re not exactly what I expected”.
He hummed spreading his fingers out as you moved your toes against them “sa’good thing?”
you continued to smile with a nod “I think so…yes”.
A low rumbling purr vibrated up through his lean frame, you closed your eyes at the pleasant sound until another rough cough made you open them once more.
his remained closed as he winced.
Slowly, you pulled your feet away from him his eyes drifting open to look at your retreating toes.
“What’s wrong?” his voice was rough as you scooted closer to him “you…you haven’t eaten anything, right?”
He tensed, his eyes darting to you before shifting to the door.
Reaching your hand out, you slowly placed it on his shoulder. Flinching he made a rough noise in his throat “I can go…” he sighed “fuck, this was a fucking mistake…” you grabbed his hand as he moved to get up.
“Negan wait”
He looked at you like you had two heads “I…I want this”.
He frowned deeply “we both know that’s a fucking lie”.
Shaking his head he growled “you’re here simply because I fucking threatened you to stay…i’m not making you fucking do this”.
You frowned “Negan this was my idea remember…if I didn’t care…I’d let you continue to kill yourself”.
He let out a deep sigh before looking at you “you fucking should”.
Sighing, a smile quirked at the end of your lips “if it’s the act that makes you uncomfortable…”
He grunted “it’s very fucking intimate princess”.
You nodded “did you…you and Lucille…?”
He scratched his cheek “uh…y…yeah” you nodded in understanding “I can just fill some blood bags for you if you want… if that would make it easier”.
He bit his lip “shit’s not fucking clean darlin…I uh kinda let things fucking go after…” he gestured around him.
You nodded “it…it doesn’t mean anything Negan, just think of it as…me uh…” you smiled “bringing you dinner”.
He chuckled with a raised brow “that uh…that just sounds so…I don’t know like I’m fucking taking advantage of you or something”.
You shook your head “you’re not Negan…I’ll tell you if I get uncomfortable, I promise”.
He let his eyes drift to your neck as his tongue ran over his bottom lip, pursing his lips in thought he frowned before offering you his hand.
Sliding your fingers across his calloused palm you smiled as he turned your hand over eyeing your wrist.
His eyes ran up your arm to your face as he lifted your wrist to his lips kissing it softly.
You gave him a soft smile “it’s ok Negan”
Purring softly he nuzzled against your soft skin, his beard scratching against you pleasantly.
Watching as his glowing eyes met yours he slowly opened his mouth, his long fangs piercing your flesh like a warm knife through butter.
You gasped as he sucked on your skin, the gentle pull of blood from your veins was an odd pleasure. Growling softly against your skin he moved to cradle your arm, pulling you closer.
Not being able to stop yourself you moved your right hand to his hair, raking your fingers through the dark locks.
He pressed his lips against you more firmly, his tongue running across your flesh before sucking almost harshly, making you moan.
Gripping his hair you couldn’t help the surge of heat rising up in your body, you wasn’t expecting this.
He groaned as you panted beside him, raking your fingers through his hair making it stick up.
Gripping it firmly you gave him a gentle tug “ahh…Negan” you gasped.
You were beginning to get light headed.
He pulled his lips from you with a rough gasp, his tongue running across the gushing puncture wounds. He looked at your still bloody wrist as the wounds slowly stopped bleeding.
He groaned leaning back against the couch, his eyes sliding shut as he slid his boots across the floor, stretching his long legs.
His breathing was ragged as he practically writhed beside you. His surprising reaction to your blood was making your heart race, rubbing your thighs together you bit your lip as he ran his tongue slowly over his with a shuddering breath.
Watching as he calmed down you suddenly felt very embarrassed.
You were the one that told him it wouldn’t mean anything, yet here you were wanting nothing more than to straddle his waist and ride him like a damn thoroughbred.
Taking a deep breath he rolled his head to look at you, his eyes heavy and his mouth partly open. There was some of your blood smeared across his chin and you had this sudden urge to kiss him.
Jesus you needed to calm down.
“well that was uh…” he ran his hand down his chin with a grunt “…unexpected”.
You ran your thumb over the pleasantly numb holes in your skin “what was?” his eyebrows raised as you looked up at him.
He let out a breathy laugh “how good that felt” you bit your lip, your skin felt like it was on fire. He must of noticed your heated skin because he sat up shifting away from you “fuck…shit, sorry princess…that got outta fucking hand and i…”
“Negan its…it’s ok, I’m the one who should apologize…I wasn’t expecting to..”
He smiled, his tongue peeking out between his teeth “like it?”
You rolled your lips with a blushing smile “sorry…was uh…that what you were talking about when you said it could be pleasurable?”
He chuckled “don’t fucking apologize darlin, I was fucking bullshitting when i was spewing that shit…honestly I was expecting you to be fucking terrified…not..” he gestured at your still clearly flustered appearance.
“guess we caught each other by surprise” you smiled softly.
He laughed with a nod “fuck this is fucking awkward”.
You giggled running your hand through your hair, scooting closer to him you once again slid your hand into his.
He looked down at your hands then back at you “thank you” he rasped, running his thumb over your skin soothingly.
You smiled “your welcome”.
He hummed as you snuggled into his side “you should probably fucking eat something”.
Rubbing his knee reassuringly you gave him a smile “I’m fine Negan, really…I just wanna sit here for a while”.
He smiled “whatever you fucking want sweetheart”.
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