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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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.
The one that was supposed to be the best day of your life turned into a nightmare as your new husband´s bosses decided you were too good for him
PART II
Chapter summary: The one that was supposed to be the best day of your life turned into a nightmare as your new husband bosses decided you were too good for Peter
Pairing: MobBoss!Steve Rogers x ItalianMobGrandaughter!FemReader x MobBoss! Bucky Barnes
Chapter Warnings: technically cheating and adultery, non-con, smut, virginity loss (so there´s a little blood), crying, threesome, reader is from Italian descent, everybody here is a mobster, age gap (reader is early twenties, Steve and Bucky late thirties), dark smut, little choking, oral sex (m and f receiving), a little breeding kink
+18 please. MINORS DNI
Word Count (Chapter): 4.4k
Notes: Oh myyyy
Everything was like a dream, your fiance's boss's home was decorated with white flowers, their ample backyard was beautifully decorated with tables, and flowers, and little lights. and a big spread of food and alcohol.
It was going to be a small affair, you did knew you didn't have money for anything else, but it didn't matter, you had your family with you, and your friends, and you could just feel the love in the air
Anyone could be nervous at an affair like this, a mafia wedding. Your fiancé was a protegé, initiating in one of the most important families in the US. You weren't a stranger to this world, you belong to it, you were born into it, your grandfather had inherited it to you
You looked at yourself in the mirror one last time to fix the flower crown in your head. You ran your hands down the skirt of your simple linen dress to eliminate the remaining wrinkles.
“You look beautiful sweetheart” cheered Aunt May. She was so nice to you, like your own aunt. Your parents were gone, your grandparents in Italy, so when you fell in love with Peter, she opened her arms and her house to you.
And four years later here you were, ready to marry Peter Parker, her nephew and the one you thought was the love of your life
“Thank May,” you muttered. Emotions getting the best of you and threatening to make you cry.
You walk down the petal aisle left for you alone, smiling at Peter waiting for you at the end of it in front of the priest. It was a short ceremony, and the cute exchange of your vows, and you were married, you couldn't wait to spend the rest of your life with Peter, his handsome face, his playful smile, those eyes that tell you that everything was going to be alright.
And soon all of your family and friends were over you to congratulate you, tight hugs, and double cheek kisses wouldn't let you even get close to your husband. And soon it was time for the newly wed couple to mingle with their guests.
Peter grabbed your hand and directed you to walk towards the most important group of the celebration, the heads of the family, that were standing a few feet away from everybody, apart from the center of the celebration
“I'm so glad you could make Sr” Peter said, his voice pitched by nervousness and admiration, you felt his hand getting clammy
“Of course Kid” the one called Steve said strongly, “Wouldn't miss it, you are part of the family” you smiled reassuringly to Peter, you knew it was important for him that his bosses attent, even if the party was being held in Tony´s backyard. He wanted to become someone in this world, and you were going to help him.
“Congratulations you two” James said, “You got yourself a cute one”
“You are kind Sr” you muttered, feeling your cheeks heat up
“And you should try her cooking” he said, excited
“Oh Peter, come on!” you giggled
“Ah, she cooks too” purred James, in a way that made your spine tingle
“Her grandparents are Italian” he said
“Ufff, pasta, my favorite” purred Steve. You grabbed tightly into Peter´s arm, this was becoming an awkward interaction. Both were handsome men, hair combed back, stubble decorating James´ jaw, and a thick beard framing Steve´s, broad shoulders, tight suits that let you glimpse at the thick muscles under them. They were desvastantingly handsome, and just the same amount of danger. You didn't like them, you didn't trust them either. Luckily, someone saved you both
“Darling, they want some pictures of the young couple!” aunt May chirped, reaching you both
“I would like one with you both” he said, looking at both godfathers
“Of course kid” said Bucky. Both men stand right next to you, separating you and Peter and sandwiched you in between them. You barely could draw a smile for the photographer, who took a picture of the four of you.
“Thank you” you said, and didn't even know why, “Peter, sweety we need to keep entertaining our guests”
“That's right” he said, still so jumpy and nervous, “Thank you Mr Rogers”
“You're most welcome kid” he said
And they both see you walking away from them, as Tony join them both
“See how good our puppy eats?” he asked
“She is a pretty little thing” Steve said, licking his lips
“We have been good to Peter, I think it's time we get something from him in return, right?” muttered James
“What are you both planning?” asked Peter´s boss
“C´mon Tony, why won't you let us loosen her up for dear Peter there?”
“Leave the girl alone” he muttered, “she is married to my godson now”
“If you let do this thing, we are giving you back the docks”
“Right, I did let him use my backyard for this little wedding, she deserves better anyways” he said as he was sipping his whiskey
“Peter we admire you” said Steve, seating behind his desk
“Yeah, marrying that cute girl, trying to make things right by her, putting a ring on her finger because it got serious” said Bucky, putting a hand on his trembling shoulder
“But we couldn't help but notice you still live with your aunt”
“Well” Peter got more nervous, “We are saving for a house, she doesn´t mind” he said quickly, “The houses near here are difficult to come across, it's a nice neighborhood, and we don't want to go far away from here”
“And we totally get it” continued Bucky, “So we are willing to help you get your life started with your little wife” he said
“Really?” oh poor Peter, so fucking naive
“Yes of course, we take care of our family” said Bucky, “But of course, we need some reassuring”
“What do you mean?” he asked
“Well, we need to know you are going to pay us back, for all the things we have done for you” Peter gulped, hard
“I will, anything you want, I mean, I'm serious about being a part of the family”
“Yes we know, we just want some proof of your commitment to us”
“Anything” he said firmly
“Oh Peter, you should have listened what we wanted first, but we like your loyalty”
He was shaking when he came back to the backyard to continue the party, and when he saw you his heart sank in his chest.
You were dancing and laughing, the last rays of the sun hitted your and made your body sparkle, the colours of your gorgeous flower crown looking more colourful than ever, that smile that melted his heart and molded into yours. You were an angel that fell from the skies and chose to love him, of all others
And he just betrayed you.
He turned around to see both his bosses, sipping whiskey and looking to the same place he was moments before
You
What did he done?
“Peter, I appreciate what Tony had done for us, but don't you think it's weird to spend the night here?” The mansion was beautiful, and you bet a night in a guest room would be better than any night at a hotel that you both could afford. But not getting an answer from your boyfriend… I mean, husband, concerned you, “Pete?” you called, as he made you stop in front of a door
“Well, listen” he said, “Steve and James are helping us get a house, for you and me, for us to get started”
“Really?” you asked, “That's great! but I´m a little concerned, you know you never finish paying back Pete” you said softly, “You know I don't care about stuff like that, we can stay at May´s, or my grandfather can help us” you said, “I don´t mind, we can have a little apartment for starters, we don't need a house, as long as I have you” you gave him a reassuring smile. And Peter looked at you with endless love, but also, terrible sadness
“You deserve more than that” he said, his voice strangled
“You know I don't care” you repeated, “We have each other” suddenly the door that you were in front of opened, showing Bucky
“Aren't you sweet?” he asked. You look at Peter in a silent question
“I'm sorry” he whispered to you
“What for?” you asked, confused, Bucky opened the door to show the inside of the room, a big bed in the middle, but what shocked you was to also find Steve there. You look back at Peter and he looked like he was going to start crying, “Peter?”
“You are the downpayment for that sweet house you are getting” Bucky said like it was nothing
“What?” you couldn´t understand, you didn't want to
“It's only one night” Peter said with an strangled voice
“What do you mean?” you cried, but just looking at both men, you realised what they meant, “We don't want the house!” you said hastily, “please, we don't want it” you grabbed onto Peter, not willing to let it go
“Darling don't be scared” Bucky walked towards you, but Peter hold you and wouldn't let you scape him, “Consider this as your wedding present”
“No” you cried, feeling your eyes burning with unshed tears, “Please”
“Is just one night sweetheart” he said softly
“I don't want the house, we don't want it” tears started falling from your eyes and you clinged into Peter, but Bucky came to you and sandwich you between them. Peter cradled your face in his hands, and looked into his eyes
“Just for tonight sweetheart” he said, you knew him and he was. You shook your head
“Peter please” you cried, “Don´t do this”
“He doesn't have a choice doll” Bucky sultry voice and his hand caressing your neck made you squirm, “It's time you pay us up for the nice wedding and the house” Bucky separated you from Peter and guided you through the door
“I'm sorry” you heard you husband whisper before he closed the door and left you alone with them both
“Please don´t” you cried, “I've never done this” you were saving yourself, for your husband, for Peter. This was supposed to be your wedding night, of the happiest day of your life in which you were bonding with your love forever
“You heard that Steve?” Bucky said, mockingly. Suddenly, the blond´s hands where all over you, and you whimpered when he grab you tighter against his chest, “She had been saving herself”
“For us” he purred, nibbling at your ear
“For my husband” you whined
“Are we ruining your wedding night sweetheart?”
“Yes” you accused
“I think we are making it better” Steve said softly
“You are such a pretty little thing, you deserve better than Peter” mocked Bucky, “Why settle with a lackey, when you can have the kings?”
Your cry wouldn't let you answer, as both men trapped you between them, caressing your arms, your body, all of it became overwhelming very soon, four hands on you made you dizzy, especially when two of them started pulling down the zipper of your dress
“No, please” you begged for the last time, but it fell into deaf ears, as Bucky, who was in front of you, grabbed you by your hips and kissed you.
He tasted like whiskey and habanos, and it made your head spin
Goosebumps peppered your skin when your dress fell to the floor, leaving only in a cute negligé that you had bought specially for today
“Doesn't she look gorgeous” their hungry gaze made you want to hide from them, but there was no way you could escape them
“Since it's her first time… Why don't we warm her up, uh Barnes?,” you shrieked when you felt Steve´s hot hand traveled down your body until it perched in your mound. You closed your eyes but that only made you feel the things more intensely, his fingers snaked between your folds, as his thumb pressed on your clit. You opened your mouth in a silent moan when you also felt Bucky´s wet mouth nibbling at the skin of your neck. Suddenly you stopped flowing as you felt your orgams building in your belly. Your breath hitched in your throat as you cum on Steve´s sound, small moans leaving your lips
“Oh that's it sweetheart” purred Steve
“I love those cute sounds you make” whispered Bucky against a sweet spot in your neck that made you squirm again
Only a little fingering and you were already sensitive, you feel your legs shake under you, specially when their hands left you to start undressing themselves
Without already shirt on, Buck grabbed you and pushed you to stand on the foot of the bed. He grabbed the hem of your silk negligé and made you take it out over your head, and you were naked in front of them
“Fuck you are delicious” his hands trailed down your body, leaving a trail of fire in your skin
Suddenly you felt Steve´s naked body behind you, and you winced when you felt his hot, big cock grazing your ass. Between them both they made you lay on the bed. Soon Bucky was over you kissing you lazyly, as Steve got in his knees beside you, both only left with their boxers
“I bet idiot Peter never went down on you” James murmured against your skin, he left your mouth to leave wet kisses on your jaw, nek, and traveled down, kissing the skin in the middle of your breasts, sternum and belly, travelling south until he reached your intimacy
You were going to fight, to discuss, but the only thing that came out of your mouth was a moan, when you felt his tongue lapping at your clit, you tried to close your legs but he seemed to like it as he hug your thighs tightly as he pressed his mouth devouring your cunt.
You whined and moaned, not wanting to admit you liked what he was doing to you and that you were enjoying it. Before you knew it, as his tongue penetrated your entrance, you cummed on his face, you coated his mouth and chin with your juices as your pussy became impossibly slick.
“Apparently he never did” he said, answering his own question, smiling widely as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand
“You go first Barnes” offered Steve
“I'm thicker than you Steve” he said, worried, looking at your tired form, spend in the bed, with your open legs, your glistening pussy in display for him
“She better get used to it now” he said, smiling, as he teased your lips with the tip of his cock. you opened your mouth, already tired of fighting
“Wait” called Bucky, grabbing his huge cock to prod at your entrance, “I want to see her while I rip her open” he said with an evil smile that made you wince
“Wait!” you cried, but he didn't listen as he entered your steadily but slowly, he split you open without consideration, and bitter tears left your eyes when you felt that burn, he ripped you open and your slick didn't do much, he was too thick, too big. You closed your eyes when you saw those darkened eyes.
“Oh fuck!” he cursed, “You are strangling me doll,” you opened your eyes to look at him, he had his eyes closed as one hand was grabbing your hip, and the other traveled to cage your thoroat, “Fuck she is so tight Steve.” You whined, when he abandoned your walls only to enter you again. He set up a sloppy pace, as you were so tight around him he didn't seem to focus, desperate to feel you gripping him so hard. The burn inside of you passed, so leave a fullness, it still hurt to receive his thick length, but still you felt a warmth, as a knot started to form inside of you, signaling your impending orgasm
“You are being such a good girl” he leaned in and kissed you, to sit on his heels, dragging you with him. You realised soon it was to leave space for Steve, who was pumping his cock, dangerously close to your head. He leaned in and teased your closed lips with his tip. Bucky still grabbing you by the neck made you rub your face against him.
“Open up sweetheart,” Steve teased. You didn't want to, but you did in a silent whine when Bucky pinched your clit
“Fucking obey” he demanded, and Steve took advantage and sank himself into your mouth
Your gag reflex kicked in and you gagged around him but he didn't care, he even seem to like it since he went deeper into your mouth, making you take him until his balls were hitting your chin
“Her mouth is heavenly” grunted Steve as he fucked your face
“Fuck Steve, so is her pussy, I´m gonna cum” Steve smiled wickedly, “I want to cum inside her”
“Do it,” he demanded. You tried to shake your head, scared, but they only laughed. Steve took himself out of your mouth when you felt him tightening
“Please don´t” you begged, you didn't want him finishing in you, you didn't want the possibility of him impregnating you
“Wouldn't that be a great wedding present sweetheart?” Steve teased, with his finger trying to clean the slippery mess around your mouth and in your chin, “A little mob baby?”
“No,” you cried. But it meant anything, as Bucky grabbed your hips tightly as he stood still inside you as deep as he could go. You felt his cum filling you up from the inside, and you cried harder when he grunted, and took himself off of you. You saw his softening cock tainted with your blood, and with cum
Bucky went to the bathroom to clean himself from your blood while Steve took his turn with you, he grabbed you by your hips and handled you in a way where your ass was in the air, and your legs buckled under you. He grabbed you tight, and you were sure he was leaving dark marks as you felt the tip of his cock prodding at your entrance. You focused on your breathing to numb the pain, but you still felt the burning sensation when he split you open
“Ah shit” he growled, “You are so fucking tight sweetheart” he moaned, he did´t stop going in until you felt his lenghty cock prod at your cervix. You squirmed under him, uncomfortable, but that only let him go deeper into you, “Oh that's it” he took himself out until only the tip ws inside you, to thrust into you again. You moaned painfully as he started a steady rhythm, pounding into you slowly but hardly. You heard him grunt and moan, and even if the pain was replaced by pleasure, you bit your own lips to not moan.
“Steve” you called, not sure if you wanted him to stop, or keep going, but he took it as he spanked you softly
“That's it, you little mob whore,” you whined, feeling embarrassed, “You're ours now, and everytime you see us you will remember this, and every time you look at your first born baby” he kept pounding into you, making the knot inside of you snap. You cummed hard around his cock, and he grunted, “See?” he asked, “You liked it” he kept fuckin you chasing his own orgasm. And that didn't take long. He cummed inside you, and he stilled with the tip of his cock kissing your cervix.
He left you there, you winced when he took himself off of you, and when you felt his cum dripping off of you down your thighs, you couldn't help but fall into the bed in a fetal position. Your abused pussy burned, and you really wanted to fall into a deep sleep and wake up everywhere but here. Bucky came out of the bathroom and chuckled when he saw you.
“Fuck she is so soft, and tight” moaned Steve, looking at you like you were a masterpice he just made. It took the last strength you had to move again. you wanted to get out, you sat on the edge of the bed, and sobbed when you saw the red stain from when Bucky took you. You looked for your negligé almost desperately. But you stopped when you saw it in Steve´s hands
“You are not going anywhere” he said softly, and you sobbed a little more
“I'm ready to go again doll” said Bucky, just when you thought they were done with you, and you could finally go. He laughed when he saw your terrified face, “See what you provoque?” he asked, grabbing his cock in a dirty manner that made you wince, “Now I want you bouncing on it” he sat on the edge of the bed next to you, and he grabbed you by your hips and made you sit on his lap. He lifted you like you weighed nothing, and you whined when you felt his tip opening you up again. Even if they had you so many times already, it still burned when he split you open
“Oh that's it” he growled, but when you didn't move, he spanked you so hard you felt your skin burn. with your back stuck to his chest, you accommodate your legs to help you bounce on his dick, “That's a good girl,” You swallowed your cries because you knew Steve was watching you carefully, so you closed your eyes and tried to be anywhere else but here.
“I don't know Steve” said Bucky nonchalantly, as he kept making you bounce on his cock, “I don't want to let her go, she is so sweet” he purred, grabbing you by the neck, making you stop while his cock was lodged deep inside you
“Yeah me neither” he said caressing your tear stained cheek, “We might have to call some judges to annulled her marriage though, I don't want anything attached to our little doll” you shook your head
“No please” you whined, “I did it, It's over, please let me go”
“Oh honey, it´s far from over” said Bucky, the hand caging your throat squeezed a little tighter, “And unless you want to be a widow instead, you are just going to stay here and look pretty, waiting for us at home and warming our cocks” more tears fell from your eyes, and a sob strangled your throat
You woke up alone, and that relieved you, but as soon as you moved you remembered everything that happened last night, you were sore, your abused pussy was throbbing, and that brought more tears to your eyes. You grabbed a pillow and hugged it tightly against you, as you accommodated on your side. You didn't know how long you had alone, but leaving the room wasn't an option, the only clothing you had was your ruined wedding dress, you didn't know where Peter was
Peter
You weren't even sure you wanted to see him
He let his bosses take your virginity, defile you, mock you, disrespect you, humiliate you, rape you. You closed your eyes when tears fallen more freely
How was he going to be respected in the family if he couldn't even respect his wife? you wanted to laugh
He was a joke
In your nonno´s family this would have never happened.
You heard the door being opened and you closed your eyes tightly, not ready to face whatever was coming rough the door
“(Y/N)” ah your husband. You opened your reddened, swollen eyes to look at him. He looked like hell, like he didn't sleep a wink, he better not have. A shock ran through his body when he saw that red stain on the bed. He got on his knees at the side of the bed, in front of you, “I´m sorry” he whispered
“Why would you do this?” you asked, not only your body was broken, but your heart burn in your chest with betrayal
“I can't say no to them” he said, strangled, “I did it for us” he said, “To start our lives, to join the family” he said, hoping you'd understand, he never knew you understand this better than anyone
“I became your family” you said, “And family is untouchable” tears fell from his eyes, “You respect your family” you continued, “You don´t let it get raped” you said again, “You are getting into the family, but they are never going to respect you” you said with disdain, “You can't even respect your wife” He gulped
“I won´t leave you alone in here, let's go, please, let's go home” he said
“I'm not going anywhere with you” you spitted out, “What else could they do to me?” you asked
“Please, let's go”
“It seems she doesn't want to go anywhere with you Pete” You now closed your eyes when you heard Steve walk into the room
“I´m sorry for everything, we are leaving” he said hastily, touching your arm to encourage you to get out of bed
“She is not going anywhere” said Steve, Peter looked at you searching for any sign that you wanted to go, wanted to fight, but he didn't find any. You just laid there, your sight unfocused at some point in the wall. He called your name, but he didn't get an answer
“If you leave now…” said Bucky, “You are in” He looked at you again, but you didn't move a muscle
“Come on Peter, we ruined her for you anyways” said Steve
“Leave” you said, you didn't even want to look at him, but it hurt nonetheless when he did, he left you there
“Don´t worry Sweetheart” purred Bucky, leaning down over you, caressing your face, “We are getting your marriage annulled. and you can stay here with us”
You could barely control your sobs, and your hands shake uncontrollably, still you were able to dial the number you burned into your memory since you could remember
The phone rang two times before someone picked up
“Sí?” that voice always brought you comfort
“Nonno?” you called, still crying, you heard a hitched breath
“What is it, nipotina?” he asked, his voice immediately tender
“I need your help, something went wrong” you cried, “It's a Cosa Nostra”
“I'm on my way Tesoro” you cut the line, while you sniffed
Summary: Y/N is the Queen of Guns and James ‘Bucky’ Barnes is the King of New York City. She wants him as a buyer, but Bucky wants her to be his queen. After all, every King needs a Queen.
This is an AU story.
Warnings will be posted in the chapters individually as well as word count and notes.
A/N: Chapter one, let’s go! a little intro, but this WILL get darker in the upcoming chapters. this isn’t a 100% soft fic. there will be more dub!con action, so if that’s not your thing, i do not suggest investing in this story. Otherwise, let’s hit it!
Chapter Warnings: soft!dark!bucky, mentions of stalking, mentions of animal neglect, language
Gifs are not mine!
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PART ONE
Bucky brushes the crumbs from his dark blue cotton sweater, savoring the last of his croissant that, frankly, could have been out of the oven probably three days ago. It’s so stale. His tongue is dry, and as he swallows the last crumbs, he realizes he’s parched for a good glass of water.
He makes his way towards the back gate. He hates the front gate, the front lobby, the fucking elevators. His new condo complex is filled to the brink with fresh-faced graduates who think yoga in the lobby at six in the morning is cool, and young lawyers who care more about their style than the case they’re handling. Bucky has a few skills in... stalking, and he’s followed, on more than one occasion, a few of his fellow tenants. They are not as professional, immaculate, and put together as they portray. Most of them are late on their bills, don’t know how to cook for themselves (evidence enough in their garbage), and are not as vegan as they say they are.
The back gate to his new, government-issued condo leads to the short but quaint backyard that everyone can share. Let me rephrase. It is a fully furnished back yard, with an outdoor pool in the summer and a patio, for a condo complex of 100 units. It’s chaos.
But in the early hours of morning, there is only Savannah filming her morning yoga and Youssef on the jump rope. The hot summer rays are beginning to heat the outdoors as Bucky lounges the wall, desperate to not be spotted. He hates interacting with these people. They only talk about themselves.
“Meatball!”
The back door, which leads to the only staircase Bucky ever uses, flies open, and a girl comes running out, screaming. She slams brutally into Bucky, knocking the breath from his lungs, and by instinct, by the things put in him without his consent, he robotically wraps an arm around her shoulders and hauls her against him.
“Meatball!”
She struggles against him, messy hair getting into his face, and Bucky realizes she’s in a panic and releases her. She smells of clean soap and... flowers.
Bucky watches her tentatively. She’s wearing pajama shorts that cover barely anything at all, a loose camisole, and a short pink vest.
She stares at Bucky with big, wide eyes drinking in the first rays of morning sun. “Did you see a tiny little cat?” she asks, her voice roach, breathless. She’s probably been running.
Bucky shakes his head.
She’s beautiful, he realizes.
“He’s tiny!” she sobs, looking around. By now, she’s garnered the attention of jump-rope-man and yoga-girl. “Have you two seen a tiny little brown kitten?” she calls to them. They both shake their heads, exchanging a concerned look.
“Oh, God,” the girl mumbles, looking around. Her eyes are red from crying, her lips bitten raw.
Bucky feels the beginnings of pity and empathy build between his ribs. It’s numb, as it always is, because HYDRA took his ability to feel, and as his therapist said, it is up to him to harbor any emotion in order to feel better.
He takes a breath, biting the inside of his cheek. “Where did you see him last?” Bucky asks.
The girl turns to him, as if unaware of him even if, seconds ago, she was pressed up against him, albeit briefly. She frowns, raking a hand in her messy hair.
“Uh, in my condo,” she sniffs. “I left the door slightly open to get to the chute, and when I came back, he was gone.”
“And he’s a kitten?” Bucky asks.
She nods. “Yeah, he’s two months.”
Bucky gestures towards the stairs. “Then he wouldn’t have taken the stairs.” The girl nods, completely trusting him, and Bucky finds that he likes that, that he likes her dependency on him. “He’s too small. He’s probably in the hallway. Or hiding.”
She bolts for the stairs, Bucky behind her. “I’m on floor eleven,” she says, and Bucky groans. She couldn’t have been on an even higher floor?
By floor five, the girl is panting, slowing, sweat evident on her brow. Bucky watches in silence, begging his mind not to take him there, to where his eyes want to go. To where his mind is titillating towards. He’s careening, holding onto the imaginary railing in his mind.
She smells so good, and in the confined space of the stairwell, he can smell her everywhere. His heightened senses beg him to turn, to touch her, to taste those red lips, feel her skin that now glows from her exertion.
“I’m Elora,” she breathes, ripping him from his reverie.
He stares down, back at her, where she slowly follows behind him. “Bucky,” he says. “Or James.”
“You have two names?” she asks, her voice between sarcasm and true curiosity.
“Your cat’s name is Meatball,” he deadpans.
She snorts. It’s cute.
She’s evidently out of breath and physically drained by floor ten, and Bucky gives slight encouragements for her to continue. Her hair, loose and messy, has begun to stick to her cheeks, but she is more adorable now. Her face glows from the exertion, and Bucky watches her neck as she strains up the last stairs.
“I didn’t think about coming back up when I came running down,” she breathes as she reaches for the door to her floor.
Bucky grimaces. “We should have taken the elevator.” But he hates elevators. The space is so small, confined, and he can’t feel the air in his lungs nor on his skin. It’s like being buried alive. But he doesn’t tell her that.
She chuckles breathlessly as they emerge into the hallway. The rug is dark brown, just like on his floor. The walls are pristine, lights on the walls, on the ceiling. If Meatball was here, they’d find him.
Elora takes a second to catch her breath, leaning against the wall. Bucky lingers by, not even out of breath.
“Are some sort of marathon runner?” she asks between gulps of oxygen.
Bucky snorts. “No.” He puts his hands in his pockets, trying not to watch her chest heave up and down with every labored breath she takes. “Just fit, I guess.”
She rolls her eyes.
“Why Meatball?” Bucky asks, curious, unable to keep himself from asking her questions.
Elora swallows hard, finally starting to even out her breathing. “Well, you know that apartment block on the other side of the street?” she asks, jutting her chin. Bucky nods. “On the basement ground, there’s an apartment with, like, a whole zoo in there. I’ve never seen the owners. But I’ve seen all the animals. Sometimes I…” she trails off, laughing, pushing herself from the wall.
She starts to walk past him, towards her apartment, and Bucky follows. “Sometimes you what?” he insists, following a few steps behind, head down as if to appear uninterested but he’s shimmering with curiosity. What does this girl do on her free time?
She laughs again. “Well, you don’t work for the police, do you?”
Bucky raises a brow. “Are you murdering innocent people, animals?”
She stops, turns, looks up at him with a frown. She’s so close, he can smell her so much, see every detail of her skin, her eyes, her lips. “No,” she says. “I just go and… rescue those animals. You should see the living conditions.” She resumes walking. Bucky follows.
“So,” he begins, “if I got this straight. You break and enter into an apartment and steal their pets?”
She waves him off.
And just as they turn the corner of the hallway, Elora exclaims, “Meatball!”
She rushes towards a small, tiny little speck of brown fur curled up in front of door 1116. Elora picks up the kitten, cradling it to her chest, cooing and kissing it.
Bucky sighs. “He is very cute,” he acknowledges, eyeing the tiny creature with a small smile. Elora makes a noise of agreement. “So you stole Meatball from the apartment over?”
She rolls her eyes again, a behavior Bucky finds endearing.
“He was starving in there,” Elora mumbles. “I’d been in the apartment a few times. Giving the animals food. But this little guy here, I found nibbling on a rotting meatball. I just… took him home.” She looks up at Bucky with a daring expression, as if challenging her to say anything else about the wrongs of breaking and entering.
Bucky just shrugs, intent on knowing how exactly this girl breaks into homes to free dying cats from their neglectful owners.
“Hence the name,” Bucky mumbles.
She chuckles, nodding, and moves towards her door. “Well, mister James or Bucky… or whatever,” she says with a bright smile, stealing something in Bucky that makes him want to barge through that door with her. “I’ll see you around.” She gives a shrug of her right shoulder, tossing Meatball around in her arms, and turns to enter her condo. Bucky glimpses a soft, grey couch and the smell of vanilla.
“Yeah,” he breathes, steeling his gaze, hearing the soft click of her door closing.
He walks down the hall, back to the stairwell, the empty, grey, echoing stairwell, and shuffles his way down.
On floor five, he takes out his phone and dials Sam.
Ever since Sam took on the mantle of Captain America, the man has been busy, to say the least. But he always picks up when Bucky calls, and Bucky is counting on it.
“Wilson!”
“God, that’s arrogant,” Bucky replies in a low, mocking tone.
“Mister Barnes,” Sam sing-songs, chuckling. “What a pleasure. What you been up to, man?”
“Nothing.” Lie. “I’m going to need some gear.”
There’s a silence, a very concerned, friendly silence. “For what?”
Bucky hesitates. “Surveillance.”
“For who?”
“You’re going to laugh.”
Sam chuckles. “Damn right, I am,” he answers. “Tell me who’s it for.”
“There’s an apartment building on the other side of my new place that is neglecting their animals.”
“Oh,” Sam says. “Well, anything for you, Mister Animal Savior.” Sam chuckles but Bucky can hear the concern, the fear of being lied to, in his voice.
“I prefer Sir Pet Rescue,” Bucky retorts, but there’s barely any humor in his tone.
Because he’s lying. He has no intention whatsoever to surveil that apartment.
It's Bucky's birthday, and he knows exactly what present he wants.
Content / Trigger Warnings: Kidnapping, bondage, reference to past stalking, forced blowjob, male masturbation, facial, threat of violence, he calls reader "darling", readers gender is not mentioned, if I missed any please let me know
I suck at summaries and I hate this, but I wanted to write something for his birthday so here it is.
I am not responsible for the media you consume, read the warnings, minors DNI
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The only thing you could see was darkness, a piece of fabric tied over your eyes obscuring your vision. Your entire body felt heavy, head pounding, but despite how terrible your body felt you could tell you were laying down on something soft and comfortable, what feels like a pillow resting beneath your head. Your wrists were tied together, hands resting on your stomach, and after trying to move your legs you found out your ankles were tied together too, by the same smooth fabric that's tied over your eyes. You were still fully clothed which gave you some sense of comfort. Using what little strength you had you wiggled around, trying to get some sense on what was happening. Your movement alerted your captor, the silence of the room suddenly filled with a voice.
"You're awake. Good." It was a man. You could hear the smirk on his face when he said the last word, he almost sounded... excited? Amused? Either way you froze, waiting for him to do something else. Slow footsteps filled the room as he made his way over to you, panic seeped through your veins as you started moving around again.
"I was beginning to think I hit you too hard, I wouldn't put it past me." The way he talked was calculated, he was in control and knew it. "Now, stop moving around darling, I'm not gonna hurt you too bad." The mysterious voice was getting closer, the subtle promise of what was gonna happen made you shiver, fear making it hard to breathe properly. The footsteps stopped at your right, you could only imagine what he looked like standing above you, you tied up on his bed, or at least you guess it's his bed, completely at his mercy.
"You look good like this," his voice sounded deeper than before, as his fingers trailed a path from your right cheek down your body, his touch ghosting gently over your skin as if afraid to apply too much pressure, stopping at the restraints on your ankles. He started rubbing the fabric between his fingers as he spoke again, "I waited so long, watching you, waiting for the right moment to take you." You got more scared by the minute, every breathe feeding the panic bubbling inside you, fighting the urge to scream, the idea that this man has been stalking you, watching you while you weren't aware only adding to the terror. "And I decided tonight was perfect. Tonight on this special occasion I'd finally let myself have you. I deserve it after all. Do you know what today is?" You weren't sure if he wanted an answer, but you shook your head anyway. March 10th. Nothing special was happening today, at least not to your knowledge. At that he gave a slight chuckle, "Of course you don't know, you don't even know who I am. Well, might as well introduce myself." He lifted up your blindfold before taking it all the way off. The dim lighting hurt your eyes for a second, and you barely registered the burgundy walls before you focused on the man who had kidnapped you. Long hair framed his chiselled face, there was a hint of stubble along his sharp jawline, and piercing blue eyes looked down at you almost fondly. But the thing that scared you most was how big he was, he towered over you, he looked like he could crush you without breaking a sweat.
Then you saw it. The sleeves of his red Henley were rolled up to his elbows exposing the silver plates that made up his left arm. If you were scared of him before, you were terrified now.
"Mm. There's those pretty eyes. So full of fear. It's adorable really." Despite what he was saying you couldn't take your eyes off of his arm. It was only when he leaned down over you, hands planted either side of your head, that you could look him in his eyes again. He stared down at you with such intensity, like he wanted to devour you and cherish you and destroy you all at once. His warm breath fanned across your face as he spoke again, "My name is Bucky, and today... is my birthday."
He leaned back up to his full height, his gaze shifting down to your restraints. When you follow his eyes you see that he tied you up with red silk, like you were some kind of fucked up birthday present, wrapped up nicely just for him.
"After all the shit I've been through I deserve something nice for a change." He spoke as if this was normal, still keeping his cold, blue eyes fixed on the silk rendering you defenceless, "I figured you'd make the perfect gift. Just for me. I don't have to share anymore, I own you, once and for all. You're mine, to do whatever I please with."
At that he reached down to unbutton his jeans, the sound of a zipper reaching your ears as you start to panic, but all the words died in your throat when Bucky straddled your chest, the bulge in his pants now right in front of your face. In this position you were even more restrained, only able to kick your bound legs around blindly. He pulled down his boxers just enough to take out his cock, the tip leaking precum, angling it at your mouth using his left hand, the flesh one holding onto the headboard.
"Open wide, I'd hate to break your jaw this early on." You don't doubt that he could snap your jaw before you could blink, and seeing his metal hand up close made submitting seem like the easiest choice. So you licked your lips, and hesitantly opened your mouth, but before you could wrap your lips around the head of his cock, Bucky snapped his hips forward until his cock hit the back of your throat.
"If I feel teeth I'll knock them out," he lets out a low groan as he slides out of your mouth, his metal hand joining the flesh one on the headboard as he starts a brutal pace. His cock hits the back of your throat with every thrust, his thighs surrounding you till he was the only thing you could focus on. You were struggling to breathe, unable to focus on the words tumbling from his lips in a lustful haze, though you could slightly make out some praises about how perfect you were and how good you were taking him. You stopped trying to understand him after hearing that.
After what felt like hours, but was only a few minutes, Bucky pulled out of mouth to start stroking his cock, the mix of saliva and precum making it easy for him to glide his flesh hand up and down his length. You laid there beneath him, gasping for breath while he jerked himself off above you, and after a few more strokes he threw his head back as he came, thick ropes of cum coating your face and landing in your mouth. Bucky kept stroking himself, looking down at your cum covered face, until he slowed to a stop. He caught his breath for a few more seconds before speaking again.
"Oh this was just the beginning, darling. I'm gonna make sure I have a very happy birthday."
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.
If you’re comfortable with it can I request a blurb or headcannons (whatever you prefer) with yandere Bucky Barnes with a darling who never wears anything that goes above the knee but eventually they get comfortable (assuming they haven’t been yoinked at this point) with Bucky that they take a chance and wear something that’s above the knee, and they just have a lot of SH scars on their thighs. I struggle with it still so it’d be v comforting.
That or a darling with an eating disorder because they feel like they don’t deserve to eat, or others deserve it more than them (I also struggle with this) (multiple skill issues on my part👎)
Tyyy!
-💪🌝
Thank you for sending in a request, in this post I'll do SH scars but I'll do another post for an ED, and I'll link it here when I'm done. Anyway, we're gonna do headcanons! <33 Also I hope this helps comfort you bb
Yandere Bucky sees GN!Darling's self harm scars
Trigger Warnings: Self harm (both past and present), implied suicide, stalking, kidnapping, Bucky's a perv and watches you change + a sappy note at the end from yours truly - if I missed anything please let me know
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First off, our baby boy here definitely stalks you, and has probably seen your scars when he'd watches you get changed (little pervert). So when he sees you wearing something that shows them, he won't be very surprised. Chances are he'll just gloss over them and not mention them to hopefully make you more comfortable. But let's talk about how he first felt when he saw them.
Bucky was absolutely heartbroken when he saw them. You hurt yourself? Why? He thinks you're the best person in the world, he would move Heaven and Earth for you, what made you do that? He's not judging you, no he would never. He's just worried.
He probably stays awake at night for the first few days when he finds out. Worrying if he's gonna lose you, or if he's done something wrong. His stalking gets more intense, wanting to make sure you don't do it again, or hurt yourself worse.
If they're fresh ones he thinks about confronting you. About giving you a long speech about how he loves you, trying to intervene and help. But then he remembers that you don't know he knows. He shouldn't know. So that idea gets scrapped. So now he has two options.
1. Take you home with him (he doesn't like the word ''kidnap'') so he can physically stop you, even if he has to tie you up or lock you somewhere.
Or 2. Physically stop you by just taking away whatever you're using to hurt yourself. Knives would be the easiest, he'd just take them when you weren't looking, and if you bought more he'd take them, too. But if it's something else (your own nails, burning yourself, hitting yourself) he'd have to do something else. In that case, he'd be forced to take you, to keep you by his side and under his watch so you didn't hurt the person he loves any more.
Either way he is incredibly worried, and would act as soon as possible to try and help you from the shadows. He'd also insist that he's here for you, that you can call him whenever you want, even if it's the middle of the night, your safety comes above anything of his. He just wants to make sure you stay by his side, and happy. Is that so bad?
If they were old ones and healed up he wouldn't be as worried but still heartbroken.
Even the thought you did something like that just makes him want to cradle you and kiss your cute face all over, reassure you for hours on end. But he can't, because you don't know that he knows.
Either way, he becomes a lot more clingy and reassuring, telling you he's here for you if you should ever need him and showering you with even more love. Again, once you actually showed him, he wouldn't mention it or make a big deal out of it, not wanting to make you uncomfortable or pressure you into talking. But if you do want to talk, he's all ears. And has snacks and cuddles at the ready to comfort you.
As always, don't hesitate to reach out if you are struggling, there are many resources available to help you, pkease use them. Even if you feel no one cares, I care. And I love you. So take care of yourselves <33
