summary: Hydra sends you — a broken empath — into the Winter Soldier’s cell to keep him calm. You’re supposed to soften him. Control him. But instead, something starts to unravel. In both of you.
WARNINGS: 18+ explicit content, MDNI— disclaimer: contains dark themes. read at your own discretion! angst, slowburn, captivity, tortures, hydra, violence, sa (mentioned), brainwashing, non-consensual experimentation, hurt/comfort, trauma, possible smut in future chapters? we’ll see.
Warnings// chasing kink, unprotected sex, smut, a yank to the hair, cursing, use of petnames- dove, dovey
Note// I think I'm a little rusty, but I'm also beyond tired rn so it could also be that ehsudienaua. This is a part two to the Black Mail fic I did for kinktober many moons ago
"Who is he?" He was everywhere. His gruff voice echoing through the trees, surrounding you as you frantically looked around. Trying to find a way out of this situation. "I don't share, dove."
He was right behind you, your legs working before your mind to carry you in the opposite direction. Lungs burning from the cold night air as his dark chuckle faded in the distance.
But, he was quick and quiet. Moving just as fast as you could look over your shoulder before slamming into what could only be described as a wall of pure muscle, sending you falling back onto the leaf covered ground.
"Please- James, please. I'm sorry." You pleaded, tears stinging your eyes as he stood over you. The same mask Hydra forced him to wear covering the lower portion of his face.
He kneeled down, denim blues dark with something you couldn't place. "I won't ask again. Who. Is. He."
"Your way out! Please, just let me go. I still have a week!" The metal of his left hand gleamed in the moonlight as he reached his hand out to grasp your chin. Pupils blown and touch gentle.
"I'll give you a headstart. You have three minutes, dovey." You just stared at him wide eyed, chest heaving and heart hammering against your ribcage. "Run."
As if on instinct, you scrambled to your feet, trying to find your footing to dart back into the darkness the trees provided.
You knew you couldn't go much longer, your aching muscles sending pains through your legs each time your feet would hit the ground. There was no use in running anyways, he'd always win.
"We had a deal, my dove. You promised." You swore you could hear the grit of his teeth when you'd stopped, so close to giving in as you leaned your forehead against the rough bark of a nearby tree. Fingers curving against the wood. "You're just like them."
"No, I'm not." You heaved, trying to take a moment to catch your breath.
"I saw you with him at that diner. You're suppose to be mine."
His voice was getting closer, making you bite down on the inside of your cheeks to take some of the attention away from the burning in your legs before taking off again.
Though, you didn't make it far before fingers curled in the back of your hair. Crying out when he barely yanked to make you stop.
"I was doing what I was told. You want out, I have to find someone who can do that." You tried to reason, words not coming easy from the way he had your head craned back. His warm right arm snaking around your waist to pull you against him.
"Lies." He seethed, calloused fingers slipping under your shirt. "I've dreamt of you. Craved you. Now I finally have you again. I've been so cold without you my sweet dove."
Your body gave in the moment nimble fingers flicked the button of your pants open.
There was something twisted inside of you that liked the chase, the constant looming feeling you'd had over the weeks since you'd last seen him- like he was just lying in wait for the right moment.
It was hard to think of much else than the last time you'd saw him. The drag of his fingers against your skin, the way his lips seared kisses to your throat- much like now, cold and warm hands dragging against your sides as your fingers worked at the tactical belt that kept you from what you were truly after.
The ground freezing against your bare back not slowing you from getting what you craved.
It seemed to take ages for James to notice your struggle, his hands replacing your own to easily pull open the buckle as yours went to unclip the mask. Carelessly tossing it into the leaves to pull his lips to yours.
The hunger behind his kiss fueled you, your fingers weaving through his long locks and legs going around his waist to pull him closer. Swallowing breaths and quiet grunts as his hand fumbled to grasp his shaft.
The shudder that rolled through your body as he pressed into you was enough to send your mind reeling, everything else around you fading away and your senses overwhelmed by only him as he found his pace. Short, hard thrusts rocking your body- sending shocks of pure pleasure shooting down your legs.
You'd missed how full he made you feel. An emptiness left behind in his absence, his touch electric as he groped at your chest and left sloppy kisses along your throat. Deep moans vibrating against the skin, mixing with your whines in the cold night air.
"Can feel you milking me, dovey. Make a mess, show me who I belong to." James panted, drinking in the pleasure drunk scrunch of your face as your legs tightened around his waist, pulling him impossibly closer.
Wedging his arm under you for a better angle, he didn't change his pace. Taking the opportunity to slot his lips over yours when you cried out in bliss, swallowing the sultry sound as your cunt clamped around him. His hips jerked forward at the feeling, the swirling sensation at his base building until he couldn't take it anymore- spilling into you with a huffed grunt.
The warmth of his body was quickly replaced with the night air, goosebumps prickling your skin as you whined in response. The dull ring in your ears making it hard to focus as you found your jeans to redress.
wanting to be used and abused by ws! bucky on this fine afternoon 😵💫
Areeee we ready to talk about a ws!bucky who couldn’t possibly care less about your pleasure but the dick is so good, you can’t stop getting off?? 🫠
Because the thought of ws!bucky having you bent over the bed, fucking you brutally with your arms pinned behind your back, held there by his metal hand.
His cock feels like it’s splitting you in two, it’s so long and thick and bare. The way he pounds your cervix is always torture because there’s nothing quite like the reminder that he’s going to flood your womb at some point, you’re just never quite sure when until it happens.
You’ve already cum 4 or 5 times, you can’t really remember anymore but the super soldier is still grunting and groaning, sweat beading on his forehead as he feels you tightening around him again. You’re cumming with nothing but wordless, blissed out screams, struggling against his grip but he’s not relenting.
“If you don’t. Stop. Fucking. Cumming.” He warns, pushing your hips down harder and really forcing every last inch into you. “Sick of how fuckin’ greedy this cunt is. Cummin’ all over me every chance you get. You’re. So. God. Damn. Slutty. ‘M gonna give you my cum, you don’t need to act so desperate for it. ‘S like you’re tryin’ to milk it from me. Can’t fucking control yourself.”
Your eyes roll back a little more with every thrust and fuck, this is Heaven. The belt of his tactical gear tinkles with every thrust, reminding you that while you were naked and waiting for your Soldat to come home, he’s hardly even undressed.
“You get off on your Soldat using you, little slut? Must like being a little hole for me to fuck. Hm, I guess you’re more than just one hole though. You’ve got a few you let me use.” You don’t need to see his face to know he’s smirking, not that you even really register what he said. That is until the slick tip of his thumb begins to press ever so gently against your tight ring of muscle, slipping into your asshole and now it’s his turn to cum, blowing his load with a low, filthy groan. Not that cumming once will be enough to stop him.
Title: Taken
Author: RuckyStarnes
Rating: Teen
Event: @buckybarnesbingo
Square: B1 - Doppelgangers/Evil Twins
Characters: 50's!Bucky & WS!Bucky
Words: 259
Warnings:
Summary: Bucky is taken by someone that shares a face
Type: Drabble
He could see the horror on his wife’s face when the bright light enveloped them, his surroundings blurred and shimmered simultaneously. In a blink of an eye, Bucky was in a dank room with several men armed with rifles, all trained on him and the man who was responsible for bringing him there. He would be lying to himself if he said he wasn’t scared. Because he was. He didn’t know where he was or what happened, just that a man that had his face made him go through a portal that he only thought was possible in the science fiction novels he read. A quick glance at the scarier version of himself made his stomach roll.
“Molodets, soldat,” a gruff voice sounded just to Bucky’s right. That definitely sounded like Russian, at least based on what Bucky remembered from what his mother taught him and his sister when his grandmother moved to America when they were little.. Another slew of foreign words were said from the mystery man, and Bucky’s doppelganger nodded before turning away. It took a minute before Bucky could turn towards the man who spoke, coming face to face with a stern looking Russian.
"Who are you?" he asked softly, his eyes roaming over the guns pointing at him. They knew who he was and what he was.
More Russian was said, none of the words making sense to him. Another man grabbed Bucky’s arm and started to pull him towards the door. Another string of words he couldn’t understand and then everything went dark.
Summary: As the daughter of a dangerous mob boss, you’ve had a fair share of bodyguards, but when you’re held in your home against your will by your family, Winter returns after leaving to take you, his love with him.
Warnings: Comfort smut, metal arm kink, choking, sex, fluff.
Word count: Approx 1260
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A/N: Hi my loves! I really enjoyed writing this one, I really enjoy writing anything to do with Winter though 😅 I’m thinking about having some fun with exploring some kinks in little fics in the future, let me know what you think!
Feedback is welcome, thank you for reading 💖
His low grunt broke the silence as his fingers trailed over your bare skin, making you draw in a sharp breath. “You came back.” You whimpered, voice shaking as the emotion hung in the air between you. His knees dipping into the mattress as he grunted above you, his movements shaking the bed slightly, hands gently ghosting over your exposed skin. “Always.” He rasped, the soldier nodding, eyes softening as he met your gaze, watching as yours glistened with emotion in the silvery moonlight that cast in from the window.
He sighed when he watched tears escape you. “I don’t want to be here anymore.” You whispered, barely able to communicate it as your voice trembled on each word. All he did was give a simple nod, but there was a solemn edge to his gaze and you could feel the emotion that lingered beneath the cold blue, unspoken but conveyed silently. With that nod and the look in his eyes, you knew that it was why he had returned to the stately home in which you resided, though held in the walls against your will.
“I can take you away, moya ptichka.” His voice was heavy, yet held a softness to it, a sincerity and trust you only found in him. “Winter-.” You responded, but he interrupted you, gently capturing your lips with a passionate kiss. The gentle touch of his lips against yours captivated you and you hummed softly against him, having missed the feeling of his tenderness, of his attention, of him. He thrust into you, the pace slow and careful but each stroke was loving and blanketed you in a dreamy haze as metal fingers gently curled around your throat.
He kissed you with a gentle hunger, hands gripping you with the firmness you had craved, bringing you the security of his touch. His lips moved against yours, rough, slightly outgrown stubble scraping against your delicate skin, but you arched into him, savouring the feeling as your fingers trailed over the leathers he wore. “I’m sorry.” He whispered softly into the kiss, deep brown strands of hair falling against your skin.
“I’m sorry I left.” He grunted against you, flesh hand reaching down between your bodies and teasing you so softly. The leather of his jacket creaked as he adjusted himself, thrusting hard into your core as his thumb circled your clit at an achingly slow pace, the contrast was much like you and Winter. He was dark, quiet, brooding yet, with a hidden softness below the surface that he only knew how to show to you, while you lay bare beneath him, accepting him with all of you, showing him what it meant to love and to be loved.
You held him with such a gentle touch, your dainty fingers against his cheek, the other hand weaving slowly into his hair and he leaned into your touch, into you. Foreheads touching gently, soft breaths leaving his parted lips as he thrust into you with a low groan. “It’s okay, you’re here now, you came back.” You breathed, lips parted with pleasure as he circled and toyed with your sensitive bud. He sought comfort in your touch and in your patient, loving nature, the way you nurtured him, the way you had shown him love when he believed he was nothing but a machine, nothing but an asset with a mission.
He kissed you feverishly, though with so much care, as if he were afraid he might hurt your delicate form. His thumb circled your clit faster as his metal fingers squeezed a little tighter around your throat, eliciting an airy moan from you. “Be quiet for me, moya ptichka.” He hushed you softly, his words brushing against your cheek as he brought you closer to the edge.
You couldn’t rouse unwanted attention from other people in the house, though Winter would love to draw moans from you, see what pleasure he could rise out of you when he brought you to safety, show you the love he knew you deserved in the way he knew how. You let out a silent scream, rolling your eyes in pleasure as he sped up his thumb on your clit, thrusting into you at a faster pace, his head tipping back at the feeling of your walls fluttering around his length.
“Let go with me.” He grunted as he looked down at you through hooded eyes, heat rising through your stomach as your orgasm neared. He could see the change in your features, the way you tensed around him and you drew in a sharp breath, fingers gently clinging to the metal hand that clasped your throat, giving you that warm haze that made the euphoria that much more intense. You were like two pieces that were meant to fit together, two people so perfect for one another that you were an effortless fit, like soulmates, perhaps something beyond comprehension if something of that manner existed.
“Winter-.” His name clung to your lips as he slammed his hips against yours, the clap of skin against skin, the creak of his leather jacket with every subtle change in his position. His scent drove you closer, permeating your senses with the warm leather and soft musk. He grunted low, evening out into a groan as he brought you closer and you almost had to cover your mouth to stop yourself from letting out a moan of pleasure as euphoria washed through you, lifting you up, up and into your high, his thumb slowing as he worked you through it.
Winter’s eyes slid shut at the feeling of your orgasm around his length and you watched as he bit his lip, a groan escaping him through gritted teeth as he followed you and tipped over the edge with an orgasm that shook him, flesh arm trembling slightly as he bowed his head, letting the pleasure roll through him.
Heavy breaths shared between you, lips tantalisingly close before he dipped his head lower to brush his lips gently against yours. Delicate hands spread across leather clad shoulders, meeting at the nape of his neck. Arms circled under the arch of your back, hands holding you with a grip that gave you security as he lifted you in his arms. Soft, bare skin against heavy leather and buckles, lips capturing his in a gentle passion, full of emotions, full of love.
He parted from you, just enough to meet your eyes with his soft, blue gaze. “Come with me.” He whispered against your lips, metal thumb gently brushing against your cheek as he held you up against him with his flesh arm. “Please, take me with you, Winter.” You murmured, nodding with a soft smile curving on your lips and for the first time, you saw the corners of his lips quirk up slightly. “I will keep you safe, moya ptichka.” He assured you as he let you go, passing you the discarded clothing from the end of your bed before helping you get dressed up to escape with him.
“Always.” Winter promised, draping a thick cardigan around your shoulders, holding your arms with a gentle grip before he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead and led you towards the open window, the same way he had entered your prison of a bedroom earlier that night, ready to take you away with him to start a new life together.
He had been your bodyguard once, a soldier, perhaps even a machine, but now he was more. A lover, a protector, a free man.
