#Winter Sodier fanfic

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Дорогая II (The Winter Soldier x Reader)

Summary: The Winter Soldier has thought of everything...

Warnings: +18 content, strong language, less smut than previously planned/anticipated, mentions of kidnapping, dub-con, dark content, will most likely do another part if this gets a good response

Word Count: +1.6k

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The low rumbling of a gravel road against tires wakes you, your eyes opening but your body not moving because you remember exactly what happened the moment you came to. You’re very aware of the man sitting in the driver’s seat next to you and you try to stay as still as possible as to not alert him that you’re awake because you have no idea why Bucky’s doing this to you. 

No. You have to remind yourself that this is not Bucky. This is the Winter Soldier. Bucky would never do this to you. 

Looking down at your hands, you see that they’re handcuffed together, probably as a way to prevent you from trying to escape if you wake up in the car. Well, you’re going to let it stop you. Natasha has taught you how to get out of any situation and you hate to think what the Winter Soldier has in mind for you. You’ve heard stories of what he’s done, but when you remember the look in his eyes when he caught you in your bedroom in the compound, you have a feeling that nothing he has in mind for you compares to those stories. 

Lifting your eyes out the window, you see that you’re nowhere near a city. There are no lights outside except that of the full moon. There are trees outside and you have no idea where you are. But you know that if you get out of this car, however fast it’s going, you know that you’re just going to run and figure out where you are later. 

Slowly, your fingers reach for the door handle, trying to not pull any attention towards yourself while the Soldier has his attention on the road. You prepare yourself to throw yourself out the moment the door opens and to be hurt from falling on the hard gravel road. 

But when you pull on the handle, the door doesn’t open. It’s locked. 

“Nice try, Дорогая,” he chuckles, turning his head to you as you let go of the handle, sneering at the nickname once again. “But I know better than to leave the door unlocked no matter how passed out you seem to be.”

You breathe out a huff but refuse to look at him. “And you honestly think that Tony won’t find out where we are?” you ask back, recognizing the interior of the car as one of Tony’s cars. 

He laughs again, his grip moving on the steering wheel as he shifts in his seat. “You mean the tracking device that narcissist has in everything?” he asks, making your heart drop and your head turns towards him in shock. “Trust me, I have thought of everything.”

The way he says that makes your blood run cold. You swallow the lump growing in your throat back and look away from him. As a way to comfort yourself, you try to come up with ways you can get away from him, ways that you’re sure that he hasn’t thought about. Surely he couldn’t have thought of everything. 

Then he turns onto a plot and crosses a bridge that’s familiar to you. Too familiar to you that it’s as if your heart has stopped beating. You think it’s just a coincidence, but when you see the red posts on the end of the bridge, you know it’s not a coincidence. You sit up straight in your seat, stiff and scared when the house comes into view. 

It’s your safe house. And you’re the only one that knows its location. Or, you used to be the only one to know that. 

“How the fuck did you-”

“I have my ways. And like I said, I have thought of everything,” he cuts you off, smiling devilishly at you as he pulls up to the front of the house. “I thought, ‘Where can I disappear with you where no one will find us?’ and a few places came to mind but then I thought about this,” he says, gesturing out to the cabin-like house in front of you two. “No one will think that this is where we’ve come because, well, it’s a safe house.” 

He laughs at the irony as he unbuckles his seat belt. 

“How did you find it?” you ask, your throat going tight, and you feel like you could throw up. 

The Winter Soldier looks over at you as he turns in his seat. “Do you think all your secrets are really secret? Everything your Bucky knows, I know.” He reaches out to stroke the side of your face but you pull away from his hand, glaring strongly at him. “Don’t be a bitch and try to run. If you do, I can’t promise that you’ll come out of the chase unharmed.”

“иди на хуй,” you curse to him in Russian, knowing fully well that he’ll understand you telling him to go fuck himself. 

His metal hand shoots out to grab your throat, causing you to gasp as he pulls you towards him. “You better get rid of the attitude now, sweetheart. It’ll make things easier. For you,” he replies back in Russian, squeezing the sides of your throat harder, constricting any air from flowing in and out of your lungs.  

He lets go of your throat, making you gasp for air as he gets out of the car to walk around to your side. As you watch him, you know that the best thing you can do is comply and do what he wants. But a part of you hates the thought of giving up. Maybe it’s the part of you that the team saw that they wanted in the team, the part that got you so far as a spy and assassin, the part that Natasha made grow and become stronger so that you could officially be part of the team and not be looked after on missions. That part wants to fight back and not give in. 

It’s dangerous and you know that. But if you fight back, maybe you can give the team some time to find you before the Winter Soldier does something to you. 

Though, if you piss him off, you don’t know that he won’t kill you. Bucky wouldn’t. But this isn’t Bucky.

When he opens the door, he steps aside as if waiting for you to step out. But you don’t move. All you do is glare up at him, your jaw tight, and your hands gripping each other. He sighs, knowing exactly what you’re doing, and reaches in to grab your arm roughly and pull you out. “So that’s how it’s gonna be?” he asks, slamming the car door shut as his grip around your arm tightens. 

You fight against him, trying to pull your arm out of his grip as you try to step away from him. “What did you expect? That I’d act like you didn’t fucking kidnap me, drag me out to the middle of nowhere and play whatever sick fantasy you’ve got in mind?” you shout at him. You know exactly what he wants to do with you, you just don’t know what he’s waiting for. “Why don’t you fuck me already and be done with it instead of playing this sick fucking game?”

Your question spurs him to push you against the side of the car, his body caging you in with his arms either side of your head, and his stare keeping you in place by daring you to move. “Oh, I’ve thought of it so many times on the drive here,” he says, his flesh hand coming to stroke your cheek with his knuckles. “I must have wanted to pull over a hundred times so I could fuck that pussy.”

As his hand travels down your face, your neck and chest, you feel tears growing in your eyes. You have no control over them as they run down your cheeks. “I could take you now if I wanted. I am stronger than you and you know that. No matter how hard you fight, your hits would be like kitten scratches to me,” he whispers, his mouth coming to the side of your ear as his hand slips into your pants. He presses his body against yours, preventing you from trying to move away, and you can hear the fingers of his metallic hand dent the roof of the car as they dig into it. “I could fuck you now and no one would hear your cries and moans.” 

A breath hitches in your throat when his fingers push your panties aside to find your clit. You drop your head as your body jumps when he touches your clit, your hands coming to his chest to try and push him away, but your attempt makes him laugh as he presses the side of his face against yours, his lips still close to your ear.

“But I won’t fuck you. Not yet anyway,” he whispers, his fingers sinking down to find the entrance of your vagina. It’s as if he’s mapping you out so he knows exactly where everything is when he eventually does fuck you. “Not until I break you. Not until I know you’ll be begging me to not stop instead of begging me to stop. Not until you comply to every order I give you, Дорогая.”

You flinch at the nickname, sneering at him as you look back into his eyes. 

He smirks, his hand drawing away from inside your pants and he takes a step back as he grabs your arm again. “And I won’t fuck you until I have you moan at that name instead of hating it,” he says as he pulls you towards what used to be your safe house.

Now, it seems like a prison to you.

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BUCKY BARNES X READER

Prompt (Request): “This is a terrible idea.”

A/N: Requests are open.

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“This is a terrible idea,” Bucky stated.

You cocked an eyebrow at him. “Are you saying you don’t want to do it?”

To which he quickly responded, “I didn’t say that,” he lifted a finger to make his point. “I’m simply saying this is probably a bad idea.”

“So there’s a chance it’ll work, right?” you smirked, strutting in front of him to seat on the pilot’s seat of the quinjet.

Bucky soon followed you, a smirk on his own lips. “That’s right, doll.”

“So we’re taking off and leaving the team at the beach with no ride home?”

“We are.”

“It was your idea.”

“It was a conjoined thought.”

“I’m still blaming you.”

“You’re the one piloting.”

“I am, but prove that to them.”

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★ Panenka (Little Doll) x reader     - In which Bucky helps you deal with a traumatic experience.

★  Of Jewels and Gems x reader     - In which you’re a princess and you meet a charming unfamous thief.

★ Of Thieves and Queens of Hearts x reader     - Sequel to ‘Of Jewels and Gems’, in which you cross paths with Winter again.

★  Ever So Softly x reader     - In which you and Bucky get lost in your own mind sometimes, but you lead each other back.

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Folklore (Nesta Archeron Fanfiction)

The lakes

This fanfic is pure Nesta angst. Each chapter is inspired by a song from Folklore, as if Nesta was composing/playing/singing the song while having the moment I narrate in mind. This first chapter was inspired by The Lakes, which reminded me to what Nesta might sing to her friend Claire.

“Take me to the lakes, where all the poets went to die/ I don't belong, and my beloved, neither do you” meaning the true form of their relationship, and “A red rose grew up out of ice frozen ground/ With no one around to tweet it/ While I bathe in cliffside pools with my calamitous love/ And insurmountable grief” being about how she misses not only her but how she made her feel.

I would like you to listen to the son after you read the chapter and check for yourself if it makes sense. The piece she sings in the begining of the chapter was also inspired by this cover of Sodier, Poet King.

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There will come a soldier Who carries a mighty sword He will tear your city down, oh lei-oh lai-oh Lord Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh Lord He will tear your city down, oh lei-oh lai-oh Lord

Nesta’s voice was like silk as she sang to them. Elain and Claire were dancing together with their feet on the edge of the pond to the rythm of the song, and Nesta was reclining against a tree close enough for them to use her music as their own personal orchestra. The summer afternoon breeze stirred their dresses, and the sun made Nesta’s blond hair shine like gold.

There will come a poet Whose weapon is His word He will slay you with His tongue, oh lei-oh lai-oh Lord Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh Lord He will slay you with His tongue, oh lei-oh lai-oh Lord

Her sister and her friend started singing the last verse with her. It was a well known poem, an all time favourite for the Archeron sisters and now also one of Clare’s even if it was only because of the memory she would keep of their summer afternoons, the three of them together.

There will come a ruler Whose brow is laid in thorn Smeared with oil like David's boy, oh lei-oh lai-oh Lord Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh Lord Smeared with oil like David's boy, oh lei-oh lai-oh Lord Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh Lord He will tear your city down, oh lei-oh lai... oh

Their village was too cold and too close to the Wall for troups to come in the winter or even in autumn, but at least one made an apparence during the summer, and the three girls went to see their spactacles in the plaza. Nesta and Clare were 16, Elain a year younger, and boys were starting to look at them with a special shine in their eyes. A young musician had fallen in love with Clare this year, and the girl, who wasn’t very fond of the boys she had at her disposal in the village, had enjoyed the way the rad-haired musician followed her around. He wrote a poem for her, admiring her short brown hair and olive skin, and ultimetly had asked her for a kiss, which Nesta’s friend had been delighted to give.

Her first kiss.

Nesta had never had one.

That was the topic of the day. How did it taste? And what was one supposed to do, anyway? Were you supposed to stand there and be kissed or was it perhaps more difficult than that?

“I’ll show you” Clare had offered, tired of Nesta’s questions.

With a chucke, Clare cuped her friend’s face and pressed her lips softly against Nesta’s. She was delicate, careful and sweet, and Nesta knew right in that moment that no other kiss she receibed in her lifetime would compare to that one. When they separated, Claire’s eyes were dreamy, while Nesta’s were muzzy. Both of them laughed nervously, their faces still close and Clare’s hands still caressing Nesta’s cheeks.

They broke apart when Elain cleared her throat, mad she had been forgothen in the pond. Claire laughed and let Nesta’s face go to stand up and run towards the other one. She extended her arms and Elain took her hands to run back to Nesta together.

The three of them sitted in the green grass, trying to cover their heads with the shadows the trees projected. The meadow was full of daisies and dandelions, an the pond’s water was clear. That’s why Nesta’s favorite season was summer. It rarely rained, so the dirt in the pond’s bottom wasn’t shaken by it and the surface didn’t become muddy.

“So... Elain” Clare’s smile was hussy and big, like she knew she was about to get some good gossip “Soldier, poet or king... which one would you pick?”

Usually Nesta didn’t feel comfortable talking about boys. Not yet. She kept it to herself so she didn’t look childish, but she still dreamed one day their father would gain back their fortune and she would be able to find a better man than the ones she could find in the village. But this time it was different, since it was just the three of them picking a character from a song. It was just an inocent pick. There were not soldiers, no poets and no kings there, so it meant nothing.

“Easy” said Elain “The poet is for me, the soldier for Nesta, and-”

“And the ruler for me?” Clare compleated, excited and already laughing at the idea. “I don’t know about that...”

Elain, who enjoyed this kind of games a little more than Nesta did, noded, also smiling, but with a glimpse of superiority in her gesture. “The ruler is for Feyre, dear” Her words came out sweet, but with a clear intention: to put Clare in her place. Her sister loved their friend as much as Nesta did, but sometimes she could get a little jelous if the two of them came too close and left her behind. Nesta coud understand that, it was only fair, so she allowed her to say this kind of things from time to time just to make her happy.

This time Elain was speaking the truth, though. Since they first heard the poem, the soldier had been for Nesta, a knight to protect her in her adventures. She used to play with the idea of the ruler as her pick, but she would never be satisfied with a throne that was given to her, she would rather take it herself. That’s why she needed a knight and his armies: to help her.

Then Feyre, who was the youngest and hadn’t got mutch of a personality when Elain and her became obsesed with the song, would marry the ruler and be queen. Easy.

“Finally, I would marry the poet, who, just like your musician wooer, would write a thousand poems and songs about my beauty and kindness” Elain explained to their mutual friend the story they had made up a long tme ago, when their mother was still alive and they enjoyed singing.

Now Nesta hardly ever did it, only when she felt comfortable enough to do so. With her sister and her best friend, she did, she felt safe.

“Nah, that would never work” Clare complained, taking Nesta out of her daydreaming.

“What part?” she asked.

“You and the soldier, silly!” she thought it was funny, but Nesta didn’t. The oldest of the Archeron frowned. “You could never be happy with a soldier, Nes. They work for kings, so his loyalty would be to someone else, not to you. Never to you.” Clare, who was sitted in the grass and leanin in one hand, lay down on the soil and rested her head on Nesta’s lap. “I know you, Nes, and you need someone you can always rely on, otherwise you won’t be satisfied. You don’t need the kind of safety a sword provides, you need reliability, and you would never find it in the soldier”.

Nesta’s brow was still frowned. She really didn’t like talking about boys.

“What do I need, then?”

“A poet, Nes” Clare’s voice was so  blissful she couldn’t help but relax her face. She ment no harm, she was not trying to ridiculize her by bringing up the subject. Clare didn’t even know she was so insecure about it. “You need a sensible soul to feel your pain and help you carry it. You have a wonderer soul yourself, so it would be a perfect match.”

“Is Tomas your poet, Nesta?” Elain asked, bringing herself back to the conversation. This hurt Nesta a little more, since Elain did know about it, but she let it go. It was just one of those moments of jelousy she felt sometimes.

“No” she replied. Tomas was none of the three. Not even close.

“Promise me, Nesta” Clare asked. She had her eyes closed and the breeze fluttered her short hair in Nesta’s lap. Years later, The oldest Archeron sister would go back to that exact moment and wonder if she had actually been that beautiful or it was just her brain tring to keep a good memory of her dead friend. But in that moment, she actualy saw her as a sleepy angel, gifting Nesta her heart. A blessing. “Promise me you won’t settle with the soldier and you will find a poet who makes you trully happy and is devoted to you”.

In that moment she thought her friend had Tomas in mind as “the soldier”, but now Nesta fantasized with the posibility of Clare talking about Cassian. Had she known something? Like a vision sent by a forgoten god from the mortal realm? What would her friend think if she saw her now, alone in a tent, cold, curled up in a tiny matress in the Illyrian Mountains, lost in her own pain because she had wanted to trust in the soldier’s word and he had failed her? He told Nesta they would have time and he would always find her, but Claire was right and his loyalty had never been hers. What had she done? What would she do from now on?

“I promise” a youg version of herself answered.

Clare smiled and pulled Nesta’s face close to her to kiss her again.

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First Cuddle

It was cold, the place was completly empty and Bucky was sitting on the floor, in the other side of the room. I haven’t seen sleeping since we met, however he didn’t look tired. I couldn’t feel my nose and my lips were hurting already. He looked at me, worried.

“You’re cold” I noticed it wasn’t a question “Come here”

Bucky offers me his right arm. I stand up and sit next to him, still afraid to wake up some part of the Winter Soldier. He tries to smile but fail and I thought it was really beautiful. He found reason to smiles, it was me. It courage, I get close enough and he holds my shoulds with his arm. I get closer and closer until my cold nose touches his warm neck. He doesn’t react and I imagine how much suffer he felt so far. I breath and holds me tighter. I wish I had the courage to tell Bucky I loved him back at this moment.

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Дорогая II (The Winter Soldier x Reader)

Summary: The Winter Soldier has thought of everything...

Warnings: +18 content, strong language, less smut than previously planned/anticipated, mentions of kidnapping, dub-con, dark content, will most likely do another part if this gets a good response

Word Count: +1.6k

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The low rumbling of a gravel road against tires wakes you, your eyes opening but your body not moving because you remember exactly what happened the moment you came to. You’re very aware of the man sitting in the driver’s seat next to you and you try to stay as still as possible as to not alert him that you’re awake because you have no idea why Bucky’s doing this to you. 

No. You have to remind yourself that this is not Bucky. This is the Winter Soldier. Bucky would never do this to you. 

Looking down at your hands, you see that they’re handcuffed together, probably as a way to prevent you from trying to escape if you wake up in the car. Well, you’re going to let it stop you. Natasha has taught you how to get out of any situation and you hate to think what the Winter Soldier has in mind for you. You’ve heard stories of what he’s done, but when you remember the look in his eyes when he caught you in your bedroom in the compound, you have a feeling that nothing he has in mind for you compares to those stories. 

Lifting your eyes out the window, you see that you’re nowhere near a city. There are no lights outside except that of the full moon. There are trees outside and you have no idea where you are. But you know that if you get out of this car, however fast it’s going, you know that you’re just going to run and figure out where you are later. 

Slowly, your fingers reach for the door handle, trying to not pull any attention towards yourself while the Soldier has his attention on the road. You prepare yourself to throw yourself out the moment the door opens and to be hurt from falling on the hard gravel road. 

But when you pull on the handle, the door doesn’t open. It’s locked. 

“Nice try, Дорогая,” he chuckles, turning his head to you as you let go of the handle, sneering at the nickname once again. “But I know better than to leave the door unlocked no matter how passed out you seem to be.”

You breathe out a huff but refuse to look at him. “And you honestly think that Tony won’t find out where we are?” you ask back, recognizing the interior of the car as one of Tony’s cars. 

He laughs again, his grip moving on the steering wheel as he shifts in his seat. “You mean the tracking device that narcissist has in everything?” he asks, making your heart drop and your head turns towards him in shock. “Trust me, I have thought of everything.”

The way he says that makes your blood run cold. You swallow the lump growing in your throat back and look away from him. As a way to comfort yourself, you try to come up with ways you can get away from him, ways that you’re sure that he hasn’t thought about. Surely he couldn’t have thought of everything. 

Then he turns onto a plot and crosses a bridge that’s familiar to you. Too familiar to you that it’s as if your heart has stopped beating. You think it’s just a coincidence, but when you see the red posts on the end of the bridge, you know it’s not a coincidence. You sit up straight in your seat, stiff and scared when the house comes into view. 

It’s your safe house. And you’re the only one that knows its location. Or, you used to be the only one to know that. 

“How the fuck did you-”

“I have my ways. And like I said, I have thought of everything,” he cuts you off, smiling devilishly at you as he pulls up to the front of the house. “I thought, ‘Where can I disappear with you where no one will find us?’ and a few places came to mind but then I thought about this,” he says, gesturing out to the cabin-like house in front of you two. “No one will think that this is where we’ve come because, well, it’s a safe house.” 

He laughs at the irony as he unbuckles his seat belt. 

“How did you find it?” you ask, your throat going tight, and you feel like you could throw up. 

The Winter Soldier looks over at you as he turns in his seat. “Do you think all your secrets are really secret? Everything your Bucky knows, I know.” He reaches out to stroke the side of your face but you pull away from his hand, glaring strongly at him. “Don’t be a bitch and try to run. If you do, I can’t promise that you’ll come out of the chase unharmed.”

“иди на хуй,” you curse to him in Russian, knowing fully well that he’ll understand you telling him to go fuck himself. 

His metal hand shoots out to grab your throat, causing you to gasp as he pulls you towards him. “You better get rid of the attitude now, sweetheart. It’ll make things easier. For you,” he replies back in Russian, squeezing the sides of your throat harder, constricting any air from flowing in and out of your lungs.  

He lets go of your throat, making you gasp for air as he gets out of the car to walk around to your side. As you watch him, you know that the best thing you can do is comply and do what he wants. But a part of you hates the thought of giving up. Maybe it’s the part of you that the team saw that they wanted in the team, the part that got you so far as a spy and assassin, the part that Natasha made grow and become stronger so that you could officially be part of the team and not be looked after on missions. That part wants to fight back and not give in. 

It’s dangerous and you know that. But if you fight back, maybe you can give the team some time to find you before the Winter Soldier does something to you. 

Though, if you piss him off, you don’t know that he won’t kill you. Bucky wouldn’t. But this isn’t Bucky.

When he opens the door, he steps aside as if waiting for you to step out. But you don’t move. All you do is glare up at him, your jaw tight, and your hands gripping each other. He sighs, knowing exactly what you’re doing, and reaches in to grab your arm roughly and pull you out. “So that’s how it’s gonna be?” he asks, slamming the car door shut as his grip around your arm tightens. 

You fight against him, trying to pull your arm out of his grip as you try to step away from him. “What did you expect? That I’d act like you didn’t fucking kidnap me, drag me out to the middle of nowhere and play whatever sick fantasy you’ve got in mind?” you shout at him. You know exactly what he wants to do with you, you just don’t know what he’s waiting for. “Why don’t you fuck me already and be done with it instead of playing this sick fucking game?”

Your question spurs him to push you against the side of the car, his body caging you in with his arms either side of your head, and his stare keeping you in place by daring you to move. “Oh, I’ve thought of it so many times on the drive here,” he says, his flesh hand coming to stroke your cheek with his knuckles. “I must have wanted to pull over a hundred times so I could fuck that pussy.”

As his hand travels down your face, your neck and chest, you feel tears growing in your eyes. You have no control over them as they run down your cheeks. “I could take you now if I wanted. I am stronger than you and you know that. No matter how hard you fight, your hits would be like kitten scratches to me,” he whispers, his mouth coming to the side of your ear as his hand slips into your pants. He presses his body against yours, preventing you from trying to move away, and you can hear the fingers of his metallic hand dent the roof of the car as they dig into it. “I could fuck you now and no one would hear your cries and moans.” 

A breath hitches in your throat when his fingers push your panties aside to find your clit. You drop your head as your body jumps when he touches your clit, your hands coming to his chest to try and push him away, but your attempt makes him laugh as he presses the side of his face against yours, his lips still close to your ear.

“But I won’t fuck you. Not yet anyway,” he whispers, his fingers sinking down to find the entrance of your vagina. It’s as if he’s mapping you out so he knows exactly where everything is when he eventually does fuck you. “Not until I break you. Not until I know you’ll be begging me to not stop instead of begging me to stop. Not until you comply to every order I give you, Дорогая.”

You flinch at the nickname, sneering at him as you look back into his eyes. 

He smirks, his hand drawing away from inside your pants and he takes a step back as he grabs your arm again. “And I won’t fuck you until I have you moan at that name instead of hating it,” he says as he pulls you towards what used to be your safe house.

Now, it seems like a prison to you.

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