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The World Above The Sky~ Chapter Seven

Dark! Steve Rogers x Fairy! Reader

Series Summary : where a fairy accidentally teleports to earth from her realm underground, only to be saved by the avengers. Steve ends up taking a liking to her, and sees her as the perfect subject for his twisted fantasy.

Series warnings: Violence, abuse, manipulation, psychological abuse, mature themes, age gap relationship, unreliable narrator, eventual smut, obsessive behaviour, innocent reader. Dub con, Non con, angst, a little bit of a daddy kink, grooming I guess. I wanted steve to be a very realistic dark and predatory character.

Chapter warnings: Gaslighting, manipulation, delusional narrator, drugging, Non con oral (f receiving), Non con fingering and touching, groping, Somnophilia, Older man taking advantage of a younger person

A/N: And I’m back ✌️😙. Long chapter and it’s my favourite yet!! The next chapter the plot will really pick up and get messy and the stakes will be high 😌. I also wanted to thank everyone who read my oneshot “daddy knows best” and interacted with it. It has almost 300 notes and that’s absolutely ludicrous to me. I love you and thank you! I got asked if I would make a sequel or drabbles related to that oneshot. If you have any ideas for drabbles or blurbs related to that oneshot you can submit ideas here! My requests are open too so feel free to submit ideas in my inbox. Hope you enjoy this chapter!!! ♥️♥️

Word count: 5.1k words.

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Chunks of blue swirled among the thick white of vanilla, the insufferable grains refusing to dissolve into the abyss of the creamy, deliciousness that was my splendid vanilla milkshake. The buzzing of the air conditioning was drowned out by the loud hum of the blender in front of me, churning away, making the necessary antidote to my growing impatience and loneliness. Just a taste, but it was more than enough in the moment.

I turned my head ninety degrees, my eyes landing on my little angel. Sleepy and blasé she sat hunched over the kitchen island. Her bare feet swung back and forth, occasionally hitting the base of the counter in front of her, her hips swaying from side to side as she swirled in the bar stool she was sat on. Her fingers drew small and delicate patterns on the marble of the countertop, her other palm pressed firmly against her cheek, holding up her angelic face. Her eyes dropped close as her flesh forced its way into their territory squishing her nose and crinkling her brow in the process. I smiled, her uncaring and indifferent behaviour was more than a little bit endearing, even if it made me frustrated at times. Her picture perfect placement acted like a momentary distraction from the infuriating task in front of me. The perfect little portrait

The comfortable silence in the room was paused when a dramatic yawn was sounded behind me. I turned around once more, just in time to witness her slump completely on the counter top, her hands sprawled in front of her as she sighed deeply, almost melting onto the kitchen island. I chuckled, unsurprisingly she had drawn yet another genuine and voluntary response from me, that wasn’t hard for her. I didn’t often smile truly, normally doing so to be polite, there were few things that didn’t compel me to fabricate reactions, she was one of them.

“Are you sure you still can’t sleep?” I questioned playfully, eyeing her from my place at the blender. She giggled, the gesture making her body shake like jelly, still sprawled out on the counter. There was no other response, just a sigh, as was expected, she wasn’t much of a talker, yet of course. “Well I’m almost done doll” I breathed, switching off the rattling machine in front of me and unplugging it from its power source. The liquid had mostly concealed the remnants of what I had planned, even then the chalk that would inevitably settle between every couple of sips of the sweet treat wasn’t the kind to be mistaken for something else, at least not something innocent. Given her sleepy and exhausted demeanour that evening I was hoping she wouldn’t notice.

I brought the glass to the table top, resting it gently in front of her. Her head lifted slightly off its place on the marble, drowsy eyes meeting mine. Her hair messily covered her face, the sticking out and overlapping in an unnatural, unkept fashion, the result of her exasperated squirming minutes ago. Even then she looked ethereal, soft and trusting and absolutely unaware. I couldn’t deny sometimes I’d questioned my actions, but I was and forever will be sure that what I did was for her, always for her, because if I haven’t made it clear yet, I loved her, and she came to love me.

I reached out to smooth over her disheveled locks, attempting to soothe her with my touch. So much for not being able to sleep, she seemed pretty restless and heavy eyed to me. I wasn’t complaining however. Whatever she did, I would have to adjust to, I would have to work with. I tucked loose strands of hair back into their place, picking out little blades of grass that had made their way there from earlier. I gently nudged the glass towards her with my index finger, the heavy object no match for my strength. Lazily she sat up on her elbows, bringing the straw to her lips, finally doing what I had been waiting for. She didn’t seem to notice anything, keeping her eyes on the reflective marble in front of her, occasionally stealing glances at me, making sure I was still there. I wasn’t going anywhere.

“Didn’t you make any for yourself?” She questioned, but it came our more like a groan than it did English, it was no trouble because I understood. “I’m good sweetheart, besides sugar before bed, it’s like the worst thing you can do to yourself” I said, circling the island to stand behind her. “Then why are you letting me drink this?” She wondered out loud, slumping back on the table. Oh sweet angel. In due time you will know. “I usually wouldn’t, but dire circumstances require rather extreme solutions, don’t they?!” I retorted, spinning her chair to face me, her knees parting making way for my body in between. Her droopy eyes took a moment to catch mine.

“That I can’t sleep?” She asked, rubbing her eyes once again. She never listened, did she? My jaw tensed, I took a deep breath attempting to compose myself. My patience was running thin, and I swear to god, if she reached to rub her eyes once more... I don’t know what I would do.

She could sleep, I knew she could, she just wasn’t, why? I do not know, but like many things she was doing, she didn’t know what was best for her. She needed to sleep, to get rest, to stop worrying, but then again she wasn’t going to give in that easy. She needed coaxing and bribing and negotiating with, she needed to sleep, because that’s what was best for her, for us. She was so difficult sometimes. Something snapped in me.

Tapping the underside of her arms I prompted her to lift them, sweeping my hands under her ribcage placed her on the counter top behind her, shoving the bar stool out of the way. Her heavy eyes left mine for a moment, glancing around to gauge what I had done, yet she didn’t question me, just looked back right into my eyes. What I was doing, she was allowing, wanting me to do.

I placed my palms flat on the cold marble beside each of her thighs, not caging her but protecting her. “you can, you just won’t.” I seethed, my jaw tensing as I spoke. My low and stern voice seemed to escalate the tension in the room. The air was thick and the effects of the air conditioning seemed to have vanished thanks to the heat radiating off my body. My gaze burned holes into her, my imposing and large figure towing over her seated form as I spoke. She held my gaze, eyes wide, mouth slightly agape. There was something there, confusion, terror, realisation, a silent plea for mercy. Yet she said nothing. Just stared.

Our faces stayed inches apart, her gaze didn’t waver, she just sat there, waiting for me to speak, the uneasiness in the room becoming almost too much to bear. I leaned forward, narrowing the distance between us, she leaned back attempting to keep it. It was almost like she didn’t want anything to do with me, after all that I’d done. I exhaled rather dramatically, trying to ground myself but it was clear that my emotions had taken over. Frustrated, tense, and lonely. These feelings were going to boil over eventually. I was hoping it wasn’t going to be that moment. I don’t think I was ready, she certainly wasn’t. I got lost in my thoughts. The meaningless but somehow meaningful words swirling in my head, travelling through my brain, begging for a reaction, a response, a release. I almost didn’t notice how my eyes had been fixed to the kitchen cabinets diagonally in front of me. This wasn’t going to be my breaking point, and no I didn’t go apeshit, so I’ll save you the suspense, what happened next wasn’t what I’m sure you’re hoping for, my downfall.

I tilted my head just a little, my eyes leaving the cabinets they had been fixed on for seconds, coming to meet two doe eyes. Watery, scared, confused, and timid. Absolutely beautiful. She cowered below me, a single tear escaping the confines of her beautiful orbs, snapping back to reality, and out of my trance, immediately my gaze softened.

I closed the gap between us quickly, kissing the tip of her nose, composing myself, and shaking my head to rid it of the corrosive thoughts inside. Her eyes closed as she scrunched up her face, staying in place, unmoving, still surprised by my actions. The seconds had surely felt like minutes, because it had left her somewhat shell shocked. “Steve?” she called warily, unsure about what my reaction would be. She didn’t need to worry. I always acted in her interest. That slip up was not going to happen again, it wasn’t the time. Now I had to find a way to cover myself, I couldn’t have her being wary of me.

“What happened sweetheart?” I questioned, my concern and frantic worrying clear in my voice. “Why are you crying? are you okay?” I asked, parting her legs to stand between them and circling her waist with my arms. “I- you, uh...” she stuttered, backing away from me a little. “What happened? You started crying so suddenly..I...did I do something?” I questioned as gently as I could, my hand reached out to cup her cheek, my thumb stroking it comfortingly. She kept her eyes on me, sniffing every now and then. “Are- are you mad.. at me?” she asked, her voice frightened. “No. No I would never be mad at you doll. Never!” I exclaimed, coming closer, my face level with hers. “But you seemed mad at me....” she trailed off, silent crying and occasionally sniffing.

“No sweetpea... I didn’t even say anything, you just... started crying.. that’s why I’m so worried. Do you feel okay honey?!” I explained, gabbing her face in my palms, my thumbs smoothing over her hot skin, wiping her tears away. I leaned in to place a kiss on her forehead. Sleepy, tired, exhausted and utterly confused, she whined at the gesture, her hands finding the fabric of my flannel. Gripping right below my collar she pulled the fabric into her fists, getting a tight hold on it, I assume it was her attempt to ground herself.

“I thought you- I thought you said something” she looked up at me with her big, teary eyes, red from sleep deprivation, more drowsy than they were before thanks to the drink she consumed earlier. I kept her face in my hands, my skin tingling as it made contact with hers. “didn’t say a word, cross my heart.” I whispered, leaning down and pressing my forehead against hers.

“No I- I’m sure you seemed mad... Just now” she exclaimed, frantically looking around the room, her head shaking as she refused to believe me. “Shh shh, my butterfly calm down okay, deep breathes, come on, you’re just tired and unwell, it’s okay, in and out, deep breaths” I instructed letting myself get lost in her beautiful orbs. She followed my instructions, slowly calming down a little.

She scrunched her eyebrows, more tears escaping from her irritated eyes, a delicious pout resting on her lips. Precious. “I guess I don’t feel well then.. I thought you said something.” She concluded, almost begging me to believe her. Her hands still grasping the fabric of my shirt. If I wasn’t already close enough she tugged me closer, resting her head on my chest. I was hoping she wouldn’t pick up the sound of my pounding heart. I tightened my hold on her, pressing kisses to the crown of her head, rubbing her back in soothing circles. “I think someone’s a little too sleepy huh?” I chuckled, trying to lighten up the mood. She hummed in response, her legs instinctively wrapping around my waist as I pushed to completely close the distance between us, her thin cotton panties the only thing between myself and her. I suppressed a groan.

“I wanna sleep, I don’t feel good.” She yawned shyly, almost pleading with me, her eyes drooping close as she spoke, absentmindedly snuggling closer to me, desperate to go to sleep and I assume forget this ever happened. I straightened myself from leaning down to embrace her and placed my hands on either of her thighs. “Yes, I can tell, see what happens when you don’t listen to me! Your head starts making things up!” I reasoned, my tone gentle yet authoritative. I slid my hands up and down her thighs, gripping her flesh between my fingers as I kneaded it gently, slowly moving upwards, the thin cotton of her summer dress riding further up her thighs, giving me a tease of what lay under. “And now you don’t feel so well do you?!” I questioned sympathetically. She nodded in response, the pout on her lips evident as ever, her head almost dropping as she fought sleep with every inch of her body. “So next time you’re going to listen right?” I prompted, my thumbs now brushing the very insides of her thighs, the rest of my four fingers inching up towards her full bottom, finally getting a taste of what I’d wanted for so long. She nodded again, her head so heavy I could have sworn if she leaned any further her neck would snap. In a moment she collapsed into my arms, her first dropping from their place below my collar and laying limp on either side of me.

Finally

I leaned down and placed a kiss to her neck, my lips lingering on her hot skin. Placing my hands on her ribcage I lifted her up into my arms and off the counter. She layer her head on my shoulder as we walked back to her room. If my frantically beating heart was anything to go off I was nervous, yet so excited. A couldn’t stop that smile that forced its way onto my face, triumphant and victorious. Finally. Something. My head spun and my tons had churned, it was going to be a great night. As much for her as for me. It had been long since I felt this sort of genuine excitement, like I mentioned earlier, she seemed to be the only thing bringing me happiness.

The sound of the door lock clicking into place brought me back to reality, the cool dark of her room was comforting and familiar, just like the feeling blooming in my chest. My stomach bubbled as I set her down on the bed, gently propping her head up on one of the extra fluffy pillows who’s covers I’d washed for her that afternoon.

The moonlight beamed through the glass of her windows, lighting up the side of her face, almost like it was watching us, watching me. It seemed like it was attempting to make her seem pale and lifeless, yet it’s cool tone was no match for her ethereal beauty.

As I hovered over her I couldn’t help but find the swell of her chest more inviting than ever. My heartbeat skyrocketed as my mind realised I was living one of the many scenarios it had made up over the past two weeks. I took a moment to admire the beauty below me, the flare of her hips, accentuated by the way the hem of her dress was riding up it, her soft thighs and calves, her pretty feet. The way her skin glistened under the moonlight, her eyelashes resting against her cheeks as her lips parted lightly in sleep.

I let my hands wander up her thighs, relishing the way her skin erupted in goosebumps in response to my touch. Pretty angel. I couldn’t ignore the strain in my trousers, the fabric now tight against my growing length. But it was not time for that, I was there to help her relax, feel good, I wasn’t there for myself.

I dipped down to her level, lifting her limp legs to wrap around my waist, pressing my growing erection against her clothed sex. The friction was not nearly satisfying, but it let me keep my head straight at the time. My lips dragged across her skin, nipping, sucking, kissing their way up and down the column of her neck.

My lips traveled lower, kissing the valley between her breasts. My fingers dragged the fabric of her dress lower, revealing her simple lingerie, it was more than enough for me. She stirred in her sleep, her head shifting to the side as she crunched her eyebrows ever so slightly. I didn’t worry too much, with Bruce’s medication settled in her system, there was no way she was waking up.

As time went on the room started to fill with her sighs of pleasure. Soft yet still equally rewarding, tiny gasps and ragged breaths encouraged the blood in my body to pool below my waist, and my lips to attach to that sweet spot on her neck.

Groaning from a combination of pain, frustration and absolute pleasure I rolled my hips against her, my erection painfully throbbing in my trousers. She let out a tiny squeak, the feeling presumably foreign but still seemingly welcome. I continued my ministrations, every once in a while I was rewarded by a soft moan of pleasure. It was not long until I felt the dampness of her cotton panties as I rutted against her. I stopped my motions, dipping down again to press a kiss to the corner of her mouth. Not her lips, I wanted that one to be special.

I knew she was ready. I moved downwards, letting my head fall between her legs. Slowly I pressed lingering kisses up her calves all the way to her hips, avoiding the insides of her thighs. I pulled the hem of her dress up to her naval, giving myself the perfect view of what I had wanted for so long.

I let my mouth travel up to her inner thighs, her soft moans and gasps from above me being all the encouragement I needed. I moved upward till my eyes landed on her clothed cunt. However damp I had imagined her cotton panties to be, it was an understatement. The white of the fabric was stained dark, the thin material not leaving much to the imagination. A deep and uncharacteristically animalistic groan erupted from my throat at the sight. If I wasn’t hard enough already I was now in pain. I dragged my fingers up her slit, from her dripping entrance all the way to her sensitive clit.

I lapped against her clothed sex. The fabric wet with her juices. The taste of her was heavenly and I couldn’t control the moan that escaped my lips as I tasted her for the first time. I gave her pussy a few licks over her wet panties. The flat of my tongue pressing against her clit. I let myself get lost in her taste, until I couldn’t take it anymore and had to feel her on my tongue. Nothing in between. From the way she squirmed and writhed in my hold I’m sure she wanted the same thing.

I peeled the fabric down her legs, the panties sticking to her, soaked with a mix of my saliva and her wetness. I repositioned myself between her thighs, throwing her legs over my shoulders my hands wrapped around them as I held her in place. My eyes found her oozing cunt. Aching and wet, begging for release. I almost came at the sight. Inhaling the scent of her was disorienting, but I steadied myself and leaned in.

My thumb drew small, gentle circles on her clit and her hips jerked in response to my touch. I let my fingers explore her folds for a moment. She squirmed and moaned as my index found the pool of arousal at her entrance, teasing her cunt open as my thumb continued it’s agonisingly slow assault on her swollen nub.

After a bit more teasing I retreated my fingers, not giving her the satisfaction of feeling them in her quite yet. I needed to taste her first.

My fingers spread her swollen lips. With the flat of my tongue I licked a stripe from her entrance to her clit. The loudest moan yet was sounded above me. I smirked as I leaned back in, licking, sucking and exploring her dripping heat. She stirred above me, overcome with this new pleasure. I was happy to be the one giving it to her.

I teased her folds till she was shaking above me, her hips rocking slightly to meet the movements of my mouth, eager to gain any amount of friction possible. Asking and begging me for release. I hummed against her, satisfied with her response. The sound sending vibrations up her tense, now sweaty and hot body.

I dipped my tongue into her pulsing channel. The heat of her evident on my mouth. I groaned, once again drawing a rather loud moan from her lips. I explored the silky walls of her tight cunt, lapping against them, now more frantically trying to coax an orgasm out of her as my thumb found her clit once again.

Soon her thighs were almost violently shaking around my head, I spread them further, almost as eager as her to get her to the finish line.

My lips found her bundle of nerves, sucking and dragging my tongue across it with quick kitten licks. Not wanting to hurt her or stretch her inexperienced and virgin cunt to the point she’d be sore the next day I gently teased her entrance once more. My finger slipped into her slowly, her pussy warm and wet, encouraging my every action.

I slowly pumped in and out of her, her gasps and moans becoming more frequent as she attempted to toss and turn on the bed. I pumped a few more times before entering a second finger, slowly stretching her open, getting her used to what was to come eventually. She winced at first, but soon her hips were trying to meet my every thrust. She gripped me like a vice. I could only imagine how she would feel wrapped around my throbbing cock. I almost came in my pants for the second time that night, like a horny teenager.

I curled my fingers inside her, finding the spot to send her over the edge. My mouth worked more eagerly on her clit. Licking firm stripes on her swollen bud. I knew she was close. Her walls fluttering and squeezing around my fingers, her arousal coating my fingers and lips. The coil in her belly was about to snap.

With one last lick she fell over the edge. Shaking and gasping for air above me. Her loudest moan yet filled the otherwise silent room as her hips rocked against my face and fingers. Incoherently mumbling as she reached her peak. Her walls squeezed my fingers as her arousal continued to coat them. I sucked and worked her through her orgasm , stopping only once she was twitching and trying to get away from me thanks to how sensitive she was. I drank every last drop of her, eager to savour her taste because it was going to live on my tongue for long after the moment was over.

After I had cleaned her up and changed her into some comfortable sleep wear, I tucked her into bed with the intention to get her to sleep. At this point she was snoring softly, tired and satisfied and completely spent. The air conditioning was on full blast and her previously hot skin was now cool and sweat free thanks to how well I cleaned her up and got her fresh. While I loved the lavender I preferred orange for the summer, citrus and floral scents screamed summer to me and I was glad I replaced her body wash and deodorant earlier that week.

I lingered in the bathroom for a moment before getting back out. I had a problem to fix before I joined her. I didn’t want to sit next to her impatient and frustrated. After what we just did she needed to be held and comforted. I couldn’t do that with my raging hard on.

I indulged myself a little bit that night and got into her bed for a moment. Sitting up I brushed the hair from her peaceful sleeping face, stroking her cheek with my thumb. My pretty girl. A soft hum escaped her lips as I placed a kiss to her nose and then her cheek, my fingers smoothing over the top of her head in a soothing manner. “You did so well for me babygirl. You were so good. So beautiful.” I whispered, pressing more kisses to her face.

For a couple of minutes we just lay there. At one point she rolled towards me, crashing into my side, and probably assuming I was one of her fluffy pillows draped her arms around my waist sloppily. Resting her head on my stomach as I sat propped up by some cushions that supported my back. And yes laugh it up, I’m an old man and I need back support. Hilarious. It was a surreal moment. She wanted to be next to me, hold me. She found comfort in me. Butterflies swarmed my stomach. My baby

I let my fingers tangle in her hair for a while, she may have not even felt it but it was more to relax me than her at that point. What I was expecting to be a couple of minutes turned into a full hour of her sleeping in my arms. But I knew I needed to leave, she was going to wake up soon. She needed rest.

Repositioning her on the bed and replacing myself with a pillow, I kissed her forehead and pushed her hair out of her face. “sweet dreams my butterfly. See you in the morning” I wished, slowly getting up and making my way out.

I walked to my room and got ready for bed. Climbing in I couldn’t help but miss the feeling of sharing a bed with her. The heavy weight on my chest almost nauseating as I came to terms with the fact that I would still have to wait to have what I want. This is a marathon not a hundred meter dash Steven. With a sigh I settled in, once again left alone with nothing but my thoughts and my little angel sleeping feet away from me.



The morning came quicker than I expected. Looking back I can’t say Im surprised. It had been a long night after all. The chirping birds and the rude siren of my alarm clock welcomed me to a new day. The cold and empty side of my bed seemed to leave a bitter taste in my mouth, but the view from the window in front of me satisfied my need to keep my eyes on her. I assumed that after I’d gotten a taste my body and instincts would finally cooperate with my thinking and cognisant mind, but the events of the night before had left me more desperate than I was before, so much for quenching my thirst.

As I performed the tasks of my repetitive morning routine I couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to them with her next to be. If I was being honest I probably would even be able to get out of bed, let alone get out and get things done. Boy I would hold her forever, have her rest her head Against my chest as I held her close, whispering sweet nothings to her as she drifted to sleep. She occupied every inch of my heart and mind, every part of my soul.

We met again at breakfast, she said she had slept the best she had in a while and thanked me for “dealing with her” the night before. She promised she’d listen when I told her to get some rest from then on, but on the condition that those milkshakes would keep coming her way. I told her it was my pleasure, and they certainly would, she could be sure of that.

“I don’t know how you can resist those Steve” she’d said shyly, sitting by me in Bruce’s lab, a fat book about fairies laying in her lap as she flipped through it, occasionally reaching her hand out to grab the tall glass sitting beside her. She sipped on the liquid, licking her lips clean every now and then. I guess that new and improved blender worked a charm. The night sky and it’s stars peeked in through the window watching over us as we worked late into the night, the only too people still up, finding a way to get her home.“I really can’t you know!” I replied, aimlessly flipping through the pages of yet another book on fairies. I couldn’t say I was looking for anything helpful. Hell that was the opposite of what I was doing. Avoiding any relevant information. “Well you didn’t have any last night! Aaand your not having any tonight!,” She chided, giggling and looking up at me.

She gazed into my steely blues, her doe eyes so pretty under the labs ugly LEDs. God I enjoyed this side of her, giggly and bubbly and well.. happy. The gleam in her eyes was unmatched, even by the brightest star in the sky, it held hope, and trust and somewhere in there the confidence to trust me completely. It was only up to me to bring that out.

“I do you know?! After you fall asleep I can’t help but make myself one, no matter how much I tell myself I probably shouldn’t.” “Are you going to do that tonight?, be unhealthy and have sugar before bed?” She set her empty glass down and yawned. I stood up straight, abandoning my position hunched down on the table where she sat and caged her between my arms. Each palm resting on either side of her thighs as they lay on the table. I pushed myself in between her legs, letting them wrap around my waist as I leaned down towards her. I tapped the tip of her nose with my index, drawing a squeak from her, getting her pretty eyes to look up at me like I was the only thing in the world. Adoringly, admiringly, just wanting me to hold her close, keep her safe and happy in my arms. I slowly kissed her cheek, letting my lips linger beside her ear, my voice barely above a whisper.

“Oh honey, you don’t know the half of it”

And she didn’t.

Steeb you creepy asshole. He really be trying to gain sympathy for being “lonely”. Also just not acknowledging what you did to her and just passing it off as nothing 👀👀. Ahh I hope you enjoyed this chapter!!!! Let me know your thoughts and opinions. If you have any ideas for the series feel free to let me know!! ♥️

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summary | your story of being abducted by two supersoldiers with less than righteous intentions, and all the ways they take you apart as they force you to become their perfect little baby doll.

characters | dark!daddies!stucky, innocent!little!reader

warnings | dark!daddy!steve and dark!daddy!bucky, kidnapping/abduction, smut, medfet elements, non-con, ddlg, specific warnings included in each chapter

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chapters.

1. daddy has to help you | 2. all filled up | 3. first check-up

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blurbs.

morning routine | squeaky clean | daddy knows best | tummy training

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🅱️hris 🥹🫶🏽

That fucking accent 😍

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Those arms and fingers are so thick. They’d look so good wrapped around my throat. 🥹

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Well…… 🤤😍

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therapy is not enough, i need chris evans’ balls in my mouth

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therapy is not enough, i need chris evans’ balls in my mouth

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.・。.・゜ ✫ ・.・✫・゜・。.

summary | your story of being abducted by two supersoldiers with less than righteous intentions, and all the ways they take you apart as they force you to become their perfect little baby doll.

characters | dark!daddies!stucky, innocent!little!reader

warnings | dark!daddy!steve and dark!daddy!bucky, kidnapping/abduction, smut, medfet elements, non-con, ddlg, specific warnings included in each chapter

please note | this series is not currently accepting requests for future chapters due to low engagement.

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chapters.

1. daddy has to help you | 2. all filled up | 3. first check-up

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blurbs.

morning routine | squeaky clean | daddy knows best | tummy training

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I think the funniest part about the whole 'Vecna' thing is that Peter kind of... still call himself Peter? and that a gang of teenagers from Hawkins took the Vecna Lore from DnD and used it as if it was his real identity, we all know they're gonna storm into the Creel's attic at some point and yell for him to come and fight

Dustin: Hey Vecna we are here to fight you to the death, show yourself you little sh*t!

Peter: *perched in dozen of tentacles waking up from his trance and seeing eight teenagers at his feet pointing at him with made-up weapons*

Peter: ...

Peter: I think you might have the wrong guy

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Thought it was the perfect time to bring these back:

Also, for those who still don't know, these panels are not real moon knight panels. They're still hilarious though, and the actual moon knight comics are even more wacky.

Edit: for those wanting some moon knight craziness from the actual comics, here you go!

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Multiverse of Madness + Text Posts ♡

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Have you seen those roadtrip with Avengers tiktoks? Which car would you be in?

We're definitely in the one with Bucky, Sam called shotgun of course and Steve is driving...

Maybe Bucky doesn't know yet that he's your crush and he's being sweet, making sure you're comfy and that the cooler of snacks isn't too far on your side. Until you switch spots with the cooler and slide closer to him, taking his hand and resting it on your thigh. He'd be nervous and try to keep his eyes forward until his eyes whip to yours when you show him how wet he makes you...

Jaw dropped, eyes wide, hoping to hell Sam and Steve don't notice. He also hopes this isn't some kind of trick or a one time thing and he gets a chance to feel you beneath him as he peppers soft kisses along your jaw, down to your collarbone and further down til he's teasing your hardened nipples with his tongue until your sweet little whimpers turn to whispers of his name as your walls tighten around him.

Sorry, this became so much more than I planned to bless your asks with ☺️

Road Trip!

+18 minors dni if you do you will be blocked!

Just a drabble!

Warnings: Fingering, kinda public sex, blow job, flustered Bucky

“Shot gun!” Sam yells causing you and Bucky to groan and then laugh. You quickly run up to him and lock your elbow with his. “Guess it you, me and the cooler bud”

“Yep, guess so” he nervously laughs out. Bucky gets in the car and you shove the cooler into the middle seat, Bucky now disappointed that he won’t get to sit beside you. You scoot in and lean up against the cooler. “This okay here Barnes?”

“Yep no problem doll” doll, god you fucking adored him

About half way through the trip, you’ve noticed Bucky looking at your dreamingly about 17 times. You wanted him badly, and by the looks of it, he wants you too. Your about to say something/ also make your move, when Steve pulls over. “Snack time crew!”

You let out a massive sigh before getting out of the car and grabbing your snack out of the trunk and hoping up the to roof of car. Bucky sitting up beside you. You rest your hands on his back and giving him a little rub “You okay bud”

“Yeah i’m good doll, thanks” he wrapped his arm around your shoulder and kissed you temple.

“Alright lovebirds c’mon” Sam slapped his hand again the side. You both rolled your eyes, denying your feelings. Bucky got down first and grabbed your hips lifting you down.

He got in and then you got in, scooting in close to Bucky. “This okay?”

“Y-yeah of course”

a little while more of driving, you slip your hand to Bucky and pick it up, placing it on your thigh. He looks at you with wide eyes, whispering out “what are you doing?”

“getting comfy”

He sits still and stiff for a minute before you grab his wrist and lowered it under your skirt revealing your bare cunt. “Fuck” Bucky groaned out under his breath.

He ran his fingers through your folds, collecting your slick. You leaned into his ear and whispered “You do this to me Bucky, all of this is from you baby”

“Can I kiss you” he whispered into his ear.

You nodded and he crashed you lips against yours as he began rubbing your clit, you moaning into his lips. You pulled away from him, resting your head on his shoulder and he slipped a fingers in. “That feel good baby?”

“Fuck so good honey”

He slipped in another finger in bring you closer and closer. You kissed his neck and jawline moaning “I’m close honey”

“Yeah c’mon baby cum on my fingers”

“fuuuuuuck” you moaned as your orgasm washed over you.. You rested your head against the cool glass as Bucky rubbed your thigh.

“She okay back there” Steve shouted from the front.

“Yeah, she’s just a bit tired, Steve”

You lifted your head up again. “I might lie down for a bit, can I rest my head on your lap Buck?”

“Go ahead doll”

You rest your head down, facing his crotch and then to Bucky’s surprise, you brought your hands up to his trousers and began undoing them, quickly pulling his cock out and spitting on it. “fuck baby girl”

You wrap your hand around him and begin pumping up and down, giving little kitten licks all around.

Soon enough Bucky was coming, quickly lifted your mouth over the tip as his cock began shooting hot ropes of cum down your throat.

You tucked him back into his trouser and laid your head back down on his lap, and quietly falling asleep.

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s&bg | chapter three: first check-up

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summary | the story of waking up to find steve rogers and bucky barnes holding you hostage as their babygirl, and the very thorough check-up they gave you.

warnings | ohboy. ddlg themes!!, NOncon, kidnapping/drugging, light!!medfet, restraints, crying, gagging, mocking/degredation, fingering, forced orgasms, overstim, squirting, speculum use (oof ouch owwy), bucky creaming his jeans :^)

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an | ohboy B-) i feel so much fear.

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When you finally awoke after countless hours of a cold, dreamless sleep, your ears started working before your eyes could flutter open. Your lids were heavy from the drugs, your mind completely in pieces as you tried to form coherent thoughts. The last thing you could remember was… you couldn’t. You couldn’t remember anything. Before you gained any feeling or control of your body, it was your hearing that started to allow you to take in information about your situation.

There were shuffling noises coming from somewhere nearby, somewhere in front of you. Quiet voices were mumbling to each other, and as your brain continued to gain clarity you could start to make out their words. “Look, her leg’s twitching. Probably gonna wake up any moment now.” The voice came from in front of you as well, from the same direction as the indistinct noises of things being moved around. It was a soft voice, deep and warm; you couldn’t identify it as one you knew.

“You sure you’re ready? I’m countin’ on you to do most of the explaining, pal,” a second voice responded with a raspy chuckle. Realizing that both of the people present with your mostly-immobilized body were male was enough to send a surge of panic through your veins, resulting in a weakened wince that the men both noticed immediately. “Oh, there she is,” the second voice crooned as your eyes shot open. Blinking at the harsh light, it took you a few moments to register what you were gazing up at. When the painful glare subsided, you were surprised to see a mobile hanging down from the ceiling above you with little baby animals attached to the ends of the wires.

In a flash, a wave of realizations washed over you. First, that you were cold - what felt like nearly freezing. Dread built up in your throat as you realized that you were barely clothed, with only a cropped mesh blouse covering your chest and a matching pair of see-through panties covering your most intimate parts between your legs. Your legs… that was another matter in itself; they were spread open wide in a pair of stirrups with thick straps running over your shins, preventing you from moving even a fraction of an inch. Trembling in horror, you realized that your legs weren’t the only things being restrained. More straps ran across your upper-thighs, stomach, arms, and upper-chest. Jolting against them, you let out a frightened whimper. Tears built up in your eyes as you realized you were gagged with a pacifier, the rubber nub secured tightly in your mouth with a piece of duct tape running over your lips.

“Okay, time to do some explaining,” the first man said softly from his place between your legs. “Sweetheart, I know you’re frightened, but just let me tell you what’s goin’ on, okay? No need to get so worked up about it- oh, honey,” he sighed sadly as he watched the tears roll down your cheeks. Looking through your spread legs at the man, you were able to get a good glimpse of his appearance. He was undeniably handsome with an intimidatingly sturdy figure; his soft blue eyes gazed sympathetically at you as he brushed back a wave of his dirty blonde hair.

“Shhh, doll, it’s okay,” the second man cooed from his position off to your right. Jerking your head to look over at him, you saw that he was also not lacking in looks whatsoever, his deep brown eyes looking you over with worry from behind his long brunette locks. Looking back and forth between the men several times as panic bubbled in your throat, you tried to take in some of the room around you as well. It was what looked to be… a nursery. Light blue paint coated the walls, decorated with swirly clouds of hand-painted white. The strange table you were restrained on was backed up against a window, with the rest of the room in full view (so long as you could keep your neck strained up to see it.) Wooden crates painted in pastels held piles of stuffed animals and toys. A crib sat off in the opposite corner, complete with another mobile hanging down over its opening. There was a large bookcase next to a rocking chair, a little teddy set atop the padded seat with a bow on its ear. Bringing your eyes back to meet the blonde man’s in front of you, you glared at him through your tears.

“I know you’re confused; let me help you,” he said smoothly. Not seeing any other option, you remained quiet, waiting for him to continue. “Let’s start with names,” he suggested. “I’m Steve. That’s Bucky,” he said with a nod to the man on your right. “But you won’t be addressing us using our names, ever. Guess that’s rule number one.”

“We’re both ‘Daddy’ to you, babydoll,” Bucky informed you. Your heart dropped into the pit of your stomach at his words. It was in that moment that all the cloudiness in your brain finally cleared away; it all made sense as soon as he said the simple word. You were being held against your will by a pair of sick perverts who wanted nothing more than to use you for your body and innocence. They had everything set up; it looked like they must’ve spent quite some time preparing for you. And now they had you.

“Shhh, sweetheart,” Steve hummed softly, rubbing your knee in hopes of comforting you. You stiffened at his touch, causing his frown to grow. “I know this is all overwhelming now, but I promise it’ll get better. You’ll get to know us and the way we run things here. Everything’s gonna be okay, doll.”

“We just wanna help you,” Bucky added from your side. “You’re our precious little girl, wanna make sure you’re nice and taken care of.” Your eyes stung with tears at the man’s inappropriately soothing words. All you could figure was that he was sick - they were both sick, sick beyond repair.

“Now, sweetie,” Steve continued as he rolled up the sleeves of his crisp white button-down shirt. “Since this is all new for you, and since Buck and I have a lot of things we’d like to try with you, we just wanna give you a good once-over to get to know your body.”

“We’ll go over more rules and some other things later,” Bucky told you, “but for right now we’re just gonna give you a little check-up, that alright, doll? Just wanna make sure everything’s alright with our little angel.” Reaching his large hand over, he rubbed against your stomach, causing you to cringe back from his cold touch.

“We’ve got you strapped in tight, just for safety, honey,” Steve informed you as he pulled down the surgical lamp above his head and switched it on, the harsh light causing your eyes to water. As the realization set in that they really intended on playing some twisted version of doctor with you, you began to struggle against your restraints and whimper into your gag, but it was no use.

“Hey, hey, none of that,” Bucky crooned as he continued rubbing small circles on the side of your belly.

“Nothing’s gonna hurt, sweetheart,” Steve followed suit, the false sincerity in his voice only bringing more tears to your eyes. “We won’t ever hurt you, baby. We might have to discipline you sometimes, but it’ll only be because we love you. We’re gonna take good care of you, I promise. Buck, you wanna start up there and we’ll work our way down?” he suggested.

Taking his cue from Steve, Bucky nodded, his soft brown eyes locking with yours as he explained, “Okay, doll. The first thing we wanna do is take a look under here.” His hand trailed from your side to brush against one of your tits through the skimpy blouse, causing you to lurch against your restraints in fear. “I know, bub, I know you’re scared, but it’s gotta be done,” he said with a frown, reaching over to grab a pair of blue exam gloves before snapping them each onto his hands. “Okay, pumpkin. Let’s get you unbuttoned,” he mused, returning to you and beginning to undo the buttons that ran down the front of your top. You whimpered pathetically at his actions but in the end there was nothing you could do; before long, he had completely undone the row, allowing the fabric to fall to the sides as your breasts were revealed to the men’s hungry gazes.

“Oh my,” Steve murmured from his place in front of you, leaning forward to get a better look. Bucky grinned from above you as he gazed down on your bare cleavage, your nipples quickly hardening from the chill of the room.

“Very healthy looking,” the brown-haired man commented as he cupped one in each hand, beginning to massage the tender flesh with his muscular hands. You whined heatedly with embarrassment, only seeming to please the men further. “They’re the perfect size, too. Healthy looking skin, seems like she’s responsive even though she’s trying not to be.” Your cheeks burned at his comment, tears flooding your eyes once more as he brought his hands up to begin brushing his fingers over your nipples. “Very sensitive,” Bucky degraded.

“I’ll say,” Steve agreed, almost sounding mesmerized by your body’s involuntary response to Bucky’s stimulation. Noticing your tears, he soothed, “Aww, it’s okay, sweetheart. It’s okay if it feels good. No need to be embarrassed.” His words did the opposite of reassure you.

Bucky’s fingers wrapped around one of your sensitive buds in a pinch, earning a strained cry muffled by the pacifier as your back tried to arch up against the straps holding you down. “You wanna get started down there, Stevie? I’ll keep working things up here as you go.”

Steve nodded, grabbing his own pair of gloves from a separate tray and putting them on before bringing his gaze back to the space between your legs. Spit bubbled up in your throat as you cried helplessly, mortified by the idea of the vile man examining your most intimate parts. “Now sweetie,” he started, his tone almost mocking in manner. “We’re just gonna take a look at your special parts down here and make sure everything is healthy and working as it should. There’s no need to fuss.” As he concluded his sentence, he picked up a pair of scissors, tucking the blade under your panties and snipping in a few places until they fell away uselessly to the floor. You sobbed in humiliation as your bare sex was exposed to the man who was now smiling sickly down at the sight before him. The cold air hitting your skin sent shivers running down your spine; you whined out angrily as you realized they had removed every strand of hair from your privates while you had been out of it.

“Such a beautiful little pussy,” Steve hummed as he continued running his hungry eyes over your sex. “I can tell she’s tight just by looking at her. Definitely a virgin,” he estimated, his guess being quickly confirmed by your panicked whimpering and squirming. “That’s okay, honey. We’ll take everything slow. Wanna get you nice and ready for us,” he assured you as he brought his gloved hands up to land on either side of your folds, gently spreading them open and cooing, “Now, let’s have a look here… oh my,” he marveled at your glistening opening. “She’s even getting a little wet for us, Buck.”

“Is that so?” the other man asked, amused from his position above you. Working both of your nipples with his skilled fingers, he added, “Not surprising. Poor little thing can’t help but respond to the stimulation.”

“Let’s see here,” Steve hummed in concentration, dipping his thumb into your small pool of arousal before dragging the pad up to find your clit. You jerked at the sensation, causing the man’s grin to grow. “Oh, right there. That’s the spot,” he breathed with a smile. “Such a perfect little clit, s’just barely peaking out from under its hood,” he cooed, rubbing small circles over the nub as your body began to fill with heat. “Yeah, that feel good, sweetheart?” he mocked as your muscles tightened. “It’s okay, I know it does. Let’s see what happens if we keep on rubbing it, hmm?”

“You ever cum before, dollface?” Bucky asked darkly as he continued his work on your sore nipples, the combination of his and Steve’s ministrations sending blood rushing to your core as you struggled to focus on his words. “Doesn’t seem like it. Don’t worry, baby. You’re gonna love it.”

A warm, desperate feeling began to form in the pit of your stomach as they continued, your tears and gagged protests growing worse and worse as the pressure grew. “Oh, sweet girl,” Steve crooned at your tears, “I know, it’s so sensitive, isn’t it? You’re doin’ such a good job for us, doll. Such a brave little girl.” Placing his other hand just above your nub, he tugged back gently on the skin, allowing the pad of his thumb to rub directly over the tiny button as he continued in small circles, steadily increasing his pace. “That’s it, right there, sweetheart,” he soothed, “just gotta keep rubbing and rubbing ‘til-”

“I think she’s getting close,” Bucky cut him off as your legs began to twitch, a foreign neediness appearing deep in your gut as Steve’s thumb rub-rub-rubbed over your swollen bundle of nerves. Choking on a sob through the pacifier, your eyes grew wide as both the men smiled in anticipation.

“That’s it, come on, sweetheart. Cum for your daddies,” Steve encouraged. Straining against the restraints, you had no choice but to obey him, a defeated whimper rising through your throat as your orgasm surged. “There it is, good girl,” you heard the man praise as your toes curled painfully from the high.

“So good for us,” Bucky hummed in agreement, pinching down on your nipples as you cried out weakly. “Poor little thing, cumming from Daddy rubbing her clit alone.”

As the waves of overwhelming pleasure began to settle, you collapsed against the table, fuzziness washing over you as you struggled to catch your breath. Both men’s hands came to a stop on your exhausted body, causing you to let out a sigh of relief. “See, now that wasn’t so bad, was it?” Steve cooed lightly as he began clanking around more tools on his tray, which you couldn’t see from where you were slumped. “Now, usually we would get this nice and lubed up for you,” his smooth voice prattled as the sound of a wrapper being removed could be heard, “but after such an intense orgasm, I think we’ll be just fine slipping it in dry.” Your wary eyes traveled back to the man between your legs, widening in fright as they landed on the plastic speculum in his hand.

As your tears quickly returned, Bucky resumed a gentle rubbing on both of your aching nipples, soothing, “Shhhh, doll. You’re alright, Stevie’ll go nice and slow, make sure nothing hurts.”

Feeling the blonde’s hand return to spread open your dripping folds, you let out a sob. “I know, baby. Nobody likes this part, but we’ll try to make it quick,” he promised as he pressed the closed instrument up against your opening, extracting a pitiful whine from your quaking body as he slowly forced the plastic in. “Goood,” he hummed as he went, pausing once the tool was in place. “Alright, sweetie. I’m gonna open you up now and take a look. Nothing’s gonna hurt,” he assured you again as he rotated the handle before squeezing down, spreading you open from the inside. You gagged on your spit at the terrible feeling, a mixture of both pain and sinful pleasure.

“Oh, look at that,” Steve murmured, gazing in wonder over the sight of your soft pink insides. Stepping over to look as well, Bucky’s eyes widened to a similar size as Steve’s as the men both drooled over your still throbbing cunt. You let out a whimper of discomfort, which soon proved to be a mistake when Steve decided, “It’s okay, sweet girl. Here, let me help ease the tension down there.” Using two long fingers, he collected the wetness dripping down from the bottom of the speculum, dragging it back up and rolling it over your swollen clit.

“Wanna see her cum just like this,” Bucky all but groaned, eyes locked on your spongey insides as they contracted at Steve’s stimulation. “All spread open and helpless, wanna see her clamp down on it.”

“Think you can give Bucky what he wants” Steve hummed as his fingers continued against your burning nub. Before long, an all-too-familiar sense of desperation came rising up through your legs as you once again found yourself cumming against Steve’s simple strokes.

“Fuck,” Bucky cursed, stroking himself through his pants at the sight of you cumming against your will.

“Good girl, such a good girl,” Steve smiled as you sobbed into the pacifier, jerking violently against the straps as your orgasm finally subsided. “Everything’s looking good in there; I think we only have one more thing to check. Buck?”

“Okay, princess. One last thing we gotta look at,” the brunette mumbled as he crouched down beside Steve as the blonde closed and removed the speculum, leaving your pussy a dripping mess as the plastic was discarded in the bin below. Bringing his gloved hand up to your soaking cunt, Bucky pressed two fingers up against your opening, earning a terrified whine as you writhed against the restraints. “Gonna stretch you open with my fingers here, make sure everything’s okay inside. You gonna be a good girl and take Daddy’s fingers?” All you could do was sob inconsolably as his two thick digits pushed into your aching heat, squishing and squelching in a humiliating manner as he began pumping in and out of you roughly. “Fuck. So fuckin’ tight,” he grunted, his other hand coming down to clutch his erection.

“Doin’ so good, takin’ Buck’s fingers so well,” Steve praised, adding his own latex-covered hand into the mix by stealing some of your wetness and returning to his new favorite little button, rubbing in quick, tight circles.

You cried out hoarsely as Bucky found your g-spot, ramming his fingers relentlessly against the soft tissue while panting, “Fuck, that’s right. Can’t do anything but lie there and take it, drooling and crying all over herself like the dumb little baby she is. Look at that. Fuck.”

“Go on, sweetheart,” Steve cooed, sensing your impending orgasm as your legs shook against the stirrups. “Cum on Bucky’s fingers, that’s it, almost there-”

You let out a gutted cry as your third orgasm hit you, squirting out all over the two evil men who stood eagerly awaiting your release. “Shit. Fuck. Just like that,” Bucky groaned, unable to hold back as he came right there in his boxers.

“There you go, good girl, such a good girl for your daddies,” Steve sang over your mangled sobs as your body spasmed uncontrollably for what seemed like minutes before finally bottoming out and falling limp against the table. In the blur of the aftermath of your climax, you felt Bucky pulling out of you, Steve’s fingers finally leaving your swollen clit that was now painful to the touch. “Did so well, so, so well,” the blonde man continued to hum praises as he directed Bucky away to get cleaned up while pulling out a package of baby wipes.

“Now let’s get you all cleaned up, sweetpea,” Steve said with a loving smile, though you could barely see it through your red eyes, almost swollen shut from all your tears.

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Ticking time bomb

Soft!dark!Bucky Barnes x fem!Innocent! reader

Summary: bucky joins you for a Disney movie marathon! But what happens when the most comfortable seat in the room happens to be his lap

Warnings: naive reader, age gap (legal), being taken advantage of, grooming?, dark Bucky, groping, noncon? , isn’t straight up smut

Disclaimer !!

I don’t proof read and have dyslexia! (Although undiagnosed we are sure I have it) so I apologise for any errors also this is the first thing I’ve written in like a year lmao

Sighing, Bucky dried himself off cursing when drops of water ran from his abs onto the floor. It had been a long and stressful mission and Bucky couldn’t wait to return to the tower so naturally once he did he had a long warm shower and put on a sweater and grey sweatpants. His plans for the rest of the day consisted of laying around and sleeping.

Heading to the “chilling room” as tony called it , he was surprised to see another person already there. You sat on the couch cocooned amongst your pink fluffy blankets with the television remote in your hand fumbling with the buttons. The cutest look on your face, eyebrows furrowed and the tip of your young poking out as you concentrated.

Snapping out of his thoughts he decided to make his presence known

“Everything okay doll?” He asked causing you to jump

“Buck!” You said rushing over to him and wrapping your arms around his neck you head buried in the crook.

Bucky smiled softly at the nickname before picking you up and spinning you around causing you to let out the cutest giggles. It was once he placed you back on your feet he took you in. You wore a little white nightgown and thigh high stocking with little pink bows on the top of them . Your hair was slightly messy from being so cozy and you had you favourite little brown stuffed bear clutched tightly to you chest. You as always looked perfect.

Ever since he first met you he admired everything about you. So pure and kind,never assuming the worst and always assuming the best. He wanted you but he knew he couldn’t have you. He often found himself having sinful thoughts while talking to you but he never acted on them or showed interest always pushing them back into that dark part of his brain. Being alone with you made him a ticking time bomb, there was only a matter of time before he wouldn’t be able to resist his urges. You would be so easy to corrupt, not knowing his intentions or what they meant.

And yet here he was. Alone with you whilst the other members slept. Time was ticking.

“I was trying to open Disney plus but I couldn’t remember the password” you mumbled shyly looking at your feet

“Ahh don’t worry doll I have it memerised” he said with a wink. The truth was he couldn’t care less about Disney plus but he had the password to keep track of what you watched knowing what you liked.

He put in the password before sitting on the couch beside the blanket cocoon.

“Hmmm what are we watching? I’m thinking the little mermaid”

You squealed and jumped back onto the couch next to him

“That’s my favourite movie how’d you know.” You asked with a huge smile

“Between you and me it’s mine as well” he winked. Of course he’d never tell you he knew that because that was the one movie he noticed you constantly rewatched.

10 minutes into the film you and curled up right next to him like a little kitten.

Ticking time bomb

He reached down and stroked your head playing with your hair making a mental recording of the way you moved into his touch and let out the sweetest purrs.

Unknowingly moving closer and closer to him every minute until eventually your head rest in his lap.

Ticking time bomb

His attention diverted from the film now focusing on pushing the returning thoughts back into their box. Snapping out of his daze when he realised you had been whispering his name. You were no longer laying on him but rather In front of hugging your bear tightly.

“Sorry doll I was distracted. Is everything okay?”

He was expecting anything but the next words that left your pretty little lips

“Can I sit on your lap” you said quietly, almost a whisper.

Bucky heard you loud and clear but was shocked

“Wha- what was that doll”

“Canipleasesitonyourlap” you repeated this time loud and quick

“It’s just… sometimes when I’m watching a movie with Loki or tony they let me sit on their laps… it’s.. comforting” you confessed, cheeks glowing pink.

Bucky had to hold back a growl knowing that Loki and Tony’s intentions were anything but comforting.

Regaining his composure he told himself he could do it. He could hold back.

Looking at you with his signature heart throbbing smile he agreed

“Of course doll “ that was all you needed to hear before climbing up onto his lap focusing back to the movie.

He tried. Really really tried to focus on anything but the weight on his lap. He was doing so well, who knew the slightest slip up would ruin him.

Feeling you slightly shift he made the mistake of glancing at you. It had been a second but that was enough.

You. On his lap.

His heart raced at the sight. You looked so small and delicate compared to his big build. And then your scent. The smell of strawberry scented shampoo filled his nostrils crushing him to hold back a groan.

Fuck it

He subtly put his large hands on your hips shifting you so his thigh was between your legs. His chin fell to your shoulder which your reacted to by leaning back into his warm chest

“Just gettin you comfy little one”

Ticking time bomb

Overtime his hands gradually moved from your hips to your thighs. Brushing his fingers from your stockings to your inner thigh in a soothing way.

The way you hid behind your bear and softly squeezed your legs onto high huge thigh didn’t go unnoticed by him.

Hands still on your thighs he gave them a soft grab before casually running his hands towards your stomach crushing your gown to come up with them revealing with little white panties. He smirked as you squirmed and let out little squeaks at his touches knowing how you were feeling an how confused you probably were at these knew feelings.

He placed his hand around your body just below your breasts, slowly moving them down to your pretty covered pussy. His suspensions were confirmed once he reached a single figure to your special spot feeling a wet patch forming.

Before he went any further he wrapped you into a big bear hug and tickled your stomach chuckling at your giggles

“I think it’s past your bed time sweetheart, let’s get you to bed”

What he swore would never happened had happened. You were his little precious girl he was going to protect and corrupt. He would make you rely on him. He would make you NEED him. But not tonight. You are his pretty little project to break over time.

He was a ticking time bomb and he had finally gone off

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