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𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬.

𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤!𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫. 𝐏𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫.

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞, 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟒𝟕𝟗𝟖

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐈𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. 𝐈𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫. 𝐊𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐈𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭. 𝐃𝐮𝐛 𝐂𝐨𝐧 (𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲). 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥 (𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐟𝐥𝐲). 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐭𝐰𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬? 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔!

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐰! 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈’𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐱 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭! 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 @ramp-it-up 𝐏𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐌𝐞 𝟓𝐊 ��𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞! 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 @navybrat817 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐡𝐲𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐬 🥰

𝐀𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤!

Bucky wished he could say he was surprised when he saw that Steve was at the bar with a woman, but if he was honest with himself, he really wasn’t. You might’ve left Steve a short four weeks ago, leaving his friend furious, raging, violent and broken, but Bucky knew Steve. Had known about him for a long time, longer really than he had acknowledged before you came into Steve Rogers’ life. Steve Rogers had always been the nervously charming one between them, even after he’d grown up, his tiny frame filling out with height and muscle that sent most women swooning. He was the type that lured women in, making them think that he was the perfect man, humble and sweet… and then he turned.

So even though you’d ghosted his best friend after a year, and Steve had been heartbroken, Bucky couldn’t say he was shocked that he’d moved on so quickly. Steve hadn’t really loved you, had he? Bucky had known that the first time he’d noticed you moving too stiffly, or when you’d started wearing long sleeves in the summer. Steve’s version of love had been violent control that had snapped when you’d left him all alone.

He had to wonder if this new one would survive his friend the way that you did.

“Hey, buddy,” Steve clapped a hand on Bucky’s shoulder, pearly whites blinding in his smile even in the dim light of the bar, “I want to you to meet Mindy,”

“Hey,” the younger woman wiggled manicured fingers at Bucky in a quick wave. She also had bright white teeth, a toothpaste commercial smile. That’s how you had looked before Steve had…

“Hi, Mindy, I’m Bucky,” he held out his left hand deliberately, watched Mindy as she squeezed his hand in a shake, and as her face fell before she could control it. Bucky smirked at the look of shock that ruined that sunny smile, and drew his gloved hand back, “I lost my arm when we were kids. Doesn’t bother you, does it?”

“N-no! Of course not!” Mindy drew herself back up to her diminutive height, looking to Steve quickly, “I’m sorry, I just-”

“Don’t apologise, it’s fine, you didn’t know because Steve didn’t tell you.” Bucky saw the brief scowl on Steve’s face before it was wiped away, and he quickly asked what they wanted to drink. Steve wanted a beer, and asked for a vodka soda for Mindy before she could reply to Bucky,

“Remember your weight goals, honey?”

“Oh, yeah, thanks, Steve!” Mindy grinned up at Bucky when he raised an eyebrow, “I’m going on vacation in a few months with the girls, you know? I want to look beach ready!”

Bucky paid for the drinks, taking a gulp of his before he could reply. Judging by the look on his friend's face, and the way he ordered food for Mindy as well - a salad with no dressing - Steve had already started his controlling behaviour with the girl. She was younger than you by at least ten years, maybe more, and didn't seem to realise the danger. Maybe he would help her before it was too late, like it had been with you.

“Wow, you barely let that food sit on the plate, doll,” Bucky laughed at how quickly you’d eaten the caesar wrap you’d ordered at the diner you’d asked to meet him at, and you’d stuck your tongue out at him childishly,

“Shut up. I’m doing this fasting thing for Steve-”

“For Steve?”

“I- yeah, no, not like that, I mean, it was his idea. We’re both doing it!”

“Uh huh,”

“Anyway, I’m starving today, and as you’re paying, this won’t show up on my bank statement. It’s the perfect crime!” You’d grinned then, not seeing anything wrong with what you’d just said, and then you’d scowled when Bucky brought up the bank statement,

“Yeah, it’s not like he checks religiously or anything, but we’re trying to save up for this vacation next year, and we’re making it a competition to see who can save more, is all,” you’d shrugged, “anyway, you wanted to talk about going halves on a gift for his birthday?”

The subject had been changed and Bucky had let it go. That had been four months into your and Steve’s relationship, and whilst he had felt pretty close to you, it wasn’t close enough to pry further. The fact that you hadn’t replied to any of his texts for weeks afterwards had been the biggest signal to him after that. Steve had pulled you away.

Bucky resolutely hadn’t brought you up during the dinner, but as soon as Mindy left to “powder her nose” - leaving her phone on the table within Steve’s reach of course - Bucky put his cutlery down and caught his friends gaze,

“Really? So quickly?”

Steve didn’t meet Bucky’s eyes, just picked up Mindy’s phone and unlocked it, “What are you talking about, Buck?”

“I’m talking about your new chick - because she looks like she’s barely out of college by the way - what happened to finding Y/N?”

Steve rolled his eyes, before putting Mindy’s phone back on the table, “Mindy is twenty six, I’ll have you know,”

“What an old hag,”

“Don’t play righteous with me, Bucky, I know you wouldn’t say no to getting someone younger if you could,” Steve scoffed, “look, I’m only human, okay? Y/N left me. The bitch left me!”

It was good that Mindy chose that moment to return, because Bucky had just cracked his glass by squeezing it so hard.

“So, how did you guys meet?” Bucky ground out after Mindy had got situated back in her seat. She looked to Steve first, and then smiled eagerly,

“We actually met at this art showcase in Brooklyn, my friend was displaying her art there, and Steve was being so insightful and kind… then he turned those baby blues on me and I melted.”

Bucky fixed his smile to his face. Mindy was describing how Steve had met you.

“Yeah I met the most beautiful woman tonight, Buck, so talented and funny and strong. Her art is incredible, I can’t wait for you to meet her.”

Mindy wasn’t the artist here though. That’s what had eroded the relationship between you and Steve, though Bucky hadn’t realised until too late, he had foolishly thought it was because Steve had been insecure in general. It hadn’t been about that, it had been that you were more successful than Steve at the career he had always dreamed of but hadn’t quite the talent for.

“Do you know what Y/N did, Bucky? She bought me my dream motorcycle! The one I always wanted!” Steve’s voice was quietly passionate, in the way that Bucky knew meant bad news, so he kept his voice even when he answered,

“You’re so lucky to have a girl like that, man. My last girlfriend barely remembered I had a birthday,”

Steve’s glare could blister paint, “She humiliated me in front of my work buddies by doing that. What kind of woman makes more money than her man?”

“It’s the twenty-first century, remember?” Bucky rolled his eyes, flicking through the apps on the TV before settling on Netflix like he always did, “And you met Y/N at her own art show, dumbass, what made you think that she didn’t have her own money?”

Steve flopped down on the couch next to him, thrusting his hand into his hair, and tugging, “I know… I just can’t compete with that, you know? The most I can afford to get her is maybe a mini shopping trip to Barnes and Noble or something. It’s not the same.”

“You’re such an idiot. Women love book stores.” Bucky ignored Steve as he picked a movie, and then went to order food, “You want pepperoni again?”

A week later, Steve had ‘accidentally’ crashed and totaled the bike, and you had fallen down the stairs at home and fractured your wrist. Not long after, you’d moved into Steve’s apartment, and seeing you had become even harder.

Steve smiled an indulgent smile at his clueless girlfriend, “You were the only art I saw that night, baby,”

“Steve!” Mindy simpered, “You’re the sweetest!”

“Uh huh.” Bucky took a large gulp of his drink, looking away as Steve grabbed Mindy’s chin, tilting her head to claim her lips in a possessive kiss that made Bucky’s head pound. “I’m uhhh… that’s a nice meet cute, I guess,”

Steve used to do this to you, if he ever let you out in public of course. He would hold on tight, kiss you and grab at you, claiming you in a way that held nothing of love, and everything of control. The last time Steve had done it - right before you’d finally left Steve alone - his friend had all but undressed you in front of Bucky, and then turned those cold blue eyes on him,

“She’s mine, Buck. You can’t have her, so stop trying.”

The dinner went by pretty quickly after that, Mindy asked a few questions, showing a charm and wit that Bucky could admit was endearing. No wonder Steve seemed enamoured. Bucky raised an eyebrow when the desert menu came and Steve didn’t say anything when Mindy ordered a triple chocolate brownie. Then he rolled his eyes when Steve pulled Mindy to him on a growl,

“You’ll work those calories off with me later, huh, honey?”

“Oh, you’re bad, Steve!”

“Bad to the bone…er.”

A flush came over Mindy’s cheeks, and Bucky almost felt sorry for her. The feeling didn’t last though, Bucky knew this relationship wasn’t going to last as long as yours had done with Steve.

It had rained whilst they were eating, the sidewalks glittered with it, the cars gliding over the water creating a peaceful kind of music that helped Bucky’s shoulders ease as the three of them stepped out onto the street. As long as Steve was happy, that was all that mattered to Bucky, and he said as much to his friend whilst Mindy got into Steve’s car. Bucky hugged Steve back when he was pulled into a hug, his smile morphing to a grin for brief moment as Steve murmured in his ear,

“Thanks, buddy, Mindy is The One. I don’t care about Y/N anymore. Fuck her if she didn’t see what was right in front of her, I got you, and I got Mindy. What else does a man need?”

Bucky’s face was schooled back into the more gentle smile Steve would expect when he pulled away, and he grasped his shoulder, “Exactly. Like I said, I’m happy for you.”

“What about you?” Steve took a step towards his car, “We need to find you a girl as well.”

Bucky’s stomach did a flip, and apparently his face betrayed his emotions because Steve’s face split into a grin, “You’ve met someone!” he ignored Bucky as he tried to back away from the conversation, grabbing his arm and pulling him back to the car, “Hey, get back here, you can’t leave me hanging like that! You haven’t had a girl in what… five years?”

“Six, actually,” Bucky shrugged, “Look, it’s still really new, I don’t want to jinx it, you know?” He watched as a look came over Steve’s face, as his friend kept his cold blue eyes on him, his smile going icy,

“You know… I always thought you had a thing for Y/N. This ‘new girl’ wouldn’t be her, would it?” Steve’s hand curled into a fist, his knuckles turning bright white against his gold skin, “You know I would kill you both. I’d never forgive you, or her.”

Bucky thought that maybe he should feel scared of that threat, or even upset. Anything, other than the nothing that he felt as he burst into laughter in Steve’s face, clapping him on the back as the tension broke and he joined in, their mirth at the idea of Bucky stealing you away from Steve filling the air,

“C’mon, Steve, as if I’d ever try and steal your girl. You just pushed her too hard, you wanted too much- no, don’t get angry, you know I’m right about this,” Bucky raised an eyebrow at his friend, Steve’s jaw muscle jumping as he ground his teeth together, but he nodded,

“Yeah, I guess.”

“Exactly.” Bucky waved through the windshield at Mindy, and then started backing away from Steve towards the other end of the block where he’d found parking, “Take care of her. Relationships are precious, you don’t know how long they could last.”

Driving out of the city, Bucky had ignored the firetrucks and police cruisers as they zipped past him going in the opposite direction, he had a long drive ahead of him, and he couldn’t afford to not concentrate and get into an accident. He hadn’t told Steve about his new place, he hadn’t told anyone in fact. It was an old place that had been left to him about six months ago by a relative he’d never even heard of. His first thought had been to sell it, take the money and use it to find somewhere closer to the city, but within ten minutes of setting foot inside, Bucky had changed his mind. When the neighbours asked - not that there were many - Bucky had said he was doing it up on the inside, that he was hoping to sell it in the future.

He’d lied.

The basement had been renovated, fitted with a kitchenette, a bathroom and a shower, heating, and air conditioning. The rickety old staircase had been replaced with a much stronger metal one, and the door leading to the main house had a lock that only opened with his fingerprint. There were no windows, and it was so heavily soundproofed that his voice sounded muffled whenever he was in there, and no sound could be heard from outside, Bucky had checked.

He listened now as he pulled up into his driveway, just in case, but it was as quiet as the grave. The people who lived in this small cul-de-sac were all old, this type of area had been up and coming back in the sixties, now it was run down and outdated, just waiting for some developer to come in, tear it all down and start over again, the circle of capitalism in America. Right now though, it was safe.

He brought his to-go box with him as he walked from his car to the porch, whistling a little tune to himself as he unlocked his home. Steve hadn’t even noticed that Bucky had ordered enough for two, he’d been too intense on keeping both beady eyes on Mindy all night, and staring down every other man in the immediate vicinity to pay attention to Bucky. The food had long gone cold, but that was okay, he could warm it up whilst he unwound. His phone pinged as he locked the front door behind him, a notification coming up that made him smile and his heart race. Finally. He almost skipped to the door leading down to the basement, Bucky had been waiting for this moment for over six months in total.

You’d only been in his basement four weeks though.

When this house had suddenly appeared, Bucky knew it was a sign. Things were escalating between you and Steve, he was becoming more dangerous and unhinged, and even though you never said anything to Bucky - you couldn’t with the way Steve watched you and kept you from communicating - Bucky knew you wanted him to save you. It had killed him a little to wait, to take the time to make this place perfect for you, a safe haven for you to wait out the next stage in his plan to have you at his side, but it was all worth it now. His mouth watered at the thought of your reaction to his news. The door was heavy as he opened it, and closed on a whoosh of air. Bucky’s steps were silent down the stairs, the bars surrounding the space coming into view, before he got to the barred gate at the foot of the stairs. The key for the gate was around his neck. It wasn’t about keeping you prisoner, it was about keeping a world that had treated you so badly away from you so you could heal.

The first week had been a shock, you’d fought Bucky so hard that he’d had to restrain you to stop you hurting yourself. He couldn’t blame you for your anger or fear though, not after everything Steve had done to you. It took a few days, but eventually you’d listened to him explain what he’d done. How he’d made it look like you’d left Steve and moved away. How he’d taken all of your art and held it in storage for you. You were safe now with him, could build a better life once everything was in place.

Which, now, it was.

“Hey, sweetheart, I have the best news, c’mere,”

“Bucky, you’re home!” You wore the sundress he liked best on you, and a smile that could light up even this sunless space. He’d installed lights that were supposed to mimic the sun rising and setting, but he could tell by the pallor of your skin that it wasn’t really helping and your sleep schedule was still off. It didn’t matter, by tomorrow morning, you could come into the main body of the house with him, into the garden. Bucky breathed in your scent as you wrapped your arms around his neck eagerly, his own going around your waist and squeezing,

“Wow, what did I do to deserve this, doll?”

“I just missed you, is all, you smell great, Bucky,” your nose pressed to his neck, your lips like feathers just fluttering against his skin enough to make him shiver, “what’s the good news?”

Your voice was husky, Bucky felt himself harden inside his pants. He hadn’t touched you, even though he really wanted to. He’d been scrupulous in making you trust him, in making you understand that he wasn’t Steve, he wouldn’t force you to do anything you didn’t want to do. The most he’d done is stroked himself to completion over the CCTV camera images that he watched when you were alone, but you didn’t know about those. Your resolve was weakening though, he could tell. More and more recently you’d been the one to initiate touching. You’d been wearing the dresses instead of the t-shirts and jeans. Even your laundry was full of the lace and silk and satin underwear he’d picked out, and not the plain cotton. Now, with what he’d just found out, you’d fall even further into his arms-

“Bucky?”

He pulled away, a smile on his face, and handed you his phone, watching as your eyes darted to the screen and the news bulletin on there. There was no signal down here of course, but he’d downloaded the video, and screenshot the relevant threads he’d seen online. Frown lines appeared on your face, Bucky’s heart jackhammered behind his ribcage, his breath stolen from his lungs when you turned tear filled eyes on him,

“That was Steve’s car?” Bucky nodded slowly, watching you carefully as you took it in. How Steve’s car had blown up, what looked like a freak accident as he’d started the motor, sending him and Mindy into a fiery death. Bucky felt bad about Mindy, the poor girl hadn’t deserved it, not really, but this was better. Steve couldn’t hurt her anymore, and most importantly, he couldn’t hurt you.

You could really be his now. In the sunlight.

“You… you killed him?”

“You would never be safe if he’d stayed around, doll,” Bucky tentatively put his hand on your shoulder, breathed out a relieved breath when you didn’t pull away, “He would’ve found you eventually, hurt you for leaving him-”

“I didn’t leave Steve, you took me-”

“To save you! He was hurting you!”

You wipe at the tears coating your eyelashes, “And this other person in the car?”

Bucky felt his face heat at the condemnation in your voice, “She… he was hurting her too. I didn’t want to, but it’s better this way, for her and for us- I mean for you…”

He waited. It felt like an eternity, but Bucky waited for your reaction. Would you scream? Yell? Celebrate with him? Would you hate him for what he’s done and never forgive him? Would you never talk to him again? If you asked now, would he let you out? Bucky didn’t know the answer to that last one, he didn’t want to think about it. Steve was dead, Bucky had planted the device on his car before he’d gone into the restaurant knowing full well that this would be the last meal he ever shared with him, but it didn’t matter because it was all for you.

Now though, you wouldn’t need his protection. Could he let you leave?

The terrifying question was banished from his head when you suddenly reared up, and threw yourself into his arms, your lips pressing to his in a desperate hunger that almost shocked Bucky.

Thankfully, instinct took over, and he kissed you back, pausing only long enough to pull away, close his hand over your throat, look into your eyes, “Doll?”

“No one has ever taken care of me like that, Bucky. Loved me enough to protect me like that.” He could feel the frantic beat of your pulse beneath his palm, and realised he needed these fingers to feel other softer places sooner rather than later. Your eyes, irises swallowed by your pupils, went heavy lidded as his own gaze dropped to your lips, “Touch me, Bucky. I want you to.”

Bucky swallowed, leaned back in to kiss you deeply, savouring the taste of you on his tongue. He wanted to take his time, eat you up small bite by small bite, but he was a starving man in front of an all too eager banquet, he couldn’t take too long seducing you or he’d explode.

He dropped his right hand to the front of your skirt, inching it up your thighs, holding your gaze as he took your hand and brought it to the front, “Hold your dress up for me, doll,”

“Yes, sir,”

Bucky groaned, kissing you again… then he gently tapped the inside of your thigh, opening your legs just enough that he could push his hand in between, glide two fingers over the fabric of your panties, and to the swollen nub of your clit, “God… you’re wet already, doll?”

“I’ve been thinking about you all day, Bucky, knowing that you’ve been thinking about me as well, I- oh!” Your words choke off when he glides his middle finger underneath the fabric, sliding home inside you on a smooth push. Your fingers grasp onto his wrist, almost enough to hurt, making Bucky smile against your neck,

“You want another finger, doll?”

“I-”

Bucky pulls out instead, going to his knees before pulling down your underwear in one swift move, he uses his metal fingers to spread your lower lips, then he follows through on his question, sinking two fingers into your tight cunt, and using his thumb to rub circles against your clit,

“Every inch of you is perfect, and you’re all mine,” Bucky paused to press a kiss to your clit, flicking it with his tongue eagerly, “You were made for this. Made for me.”

“Bucky-”

“It’s okay, doll, let yourself go, you’re beautiful, I can’t wait to see you fall apart…” Bucky said everything in a stream of love that he couldn’t hold back, everything that he’s ever wanted to say to you since he first met you, everything he knew Steve would never say as he brutalised and battered you. Bucky would never allow any hurt like that to come to you again. He would worship the ground you walked on if you would only let him. When you came on a desperate cry of his name, Bucky helped you ride it out, fucking you gently with his fingers, rising to kiss your tears away,

“Hey… don’t cry, baby,”

“I’m… please, Bucky, I can’t wait any longer…” You forcefully brush your tears away, pulling at his shirt until it fell from his shoulders on a heap on the ground, “Please, I need you inside me.”

When Bucky tried to tug at your dress, bring it up and over your shoulders, you push him off, “Later, I want you, only you… take your time on me later.”

“So eager for my cock, doll, it’s a good thing that I’ve been as desperate for you as well,” Bucky pushed down his pants, hooking your leg around his waist as he pushed you back against the table in the centre of the room. His cock slid through your folds, you’re warm and wet and desperate… and then he sinks home inside you, the thrust slow, almost agonising, you’re much tighter than he expected, “Is this okay? I’m not hurting you?”

“No… keep going… I want this, I want you, I want you, I want you…” you pull him closer, Bucky barely realised that it was by the key on his necklace, he was too caught up in feeling your lips on his, your legs wrapped tight around his waist, your grip on the key so strong that he couldn’t pull away-

The pain in his side was surprisingly subtle. For a brief and glorious moment, Bucky thought it was indigestion, he almost blushed in embarrassment - he finally gets the girl of his dreams on his dick, and his gut causes problems.

But then another sharp pain, this one agonising enough to make him gasp and pull away. He barely had time to see the bloody piece of metal in your hand before he fell to his knees in front of you. Bucky tried to say your name, confusion and pain lancing through him, but you step away, running somewhere behind him on a sob.

It’s funny. Even after you’ve stabbed him, all he wants to do is hold you as you cry.

Your feet come back into his line of sight, he’s on his back now but Bucky doesn’t remember falling there. You’re wearing the jeans he picked out underneath the sundress spotted with his blood, and it looks like you’ve stolen his boots, laced severely so they don’t fall off. His hand, coated blood red, reaches up to you as you lean down over him, for a wonderful moment he thinks that you’re going to try and hold him. He’s very cold now…

But no, you yank off the key around his neck on a grunt.

“I’m leaving now, Bucky. I’m taking your car, and I’ll call the police after a few miles head start. They’ll find you and arrest you, and you’ll get to a hospital. You should live.”

Bucky closes his eyes, a smile on his face, “You can’t leave me, doll… you need a fingerprint…” his voice is slurred, he’s pretty sure that the police won’t be in time but it doesn’t matter because you can’t go anywhere anyway, “You’re… stupid for this… doll-”

“I’m not the stupid one, Bucky,” you’re grunting as you talk, Bucky hears groaning and scraping, watches as the bed is dragged closer. The heavy, metal, square edged bed frame that seemed like a good idea at the time, “you’re the idiot who kidnapped me instead of just helping me,”

“I did help you… you’re safe…”

“I’m a captive in a room with cameras. Yeah, I found them, you didn’t even try to hide them because you only see me as an object, just like Steve.” You look down at him, a sneer on your face, “You didn’t even realise I’d pulled metal out of that staircase, or that I’d been sharpening it on this bed. Idiot.”

“Y/N-”

“Shut up. Or don’t. No one can hear you scream down here, I know, I’ve tried.”

With that, you lifted and dropped the frame above his wrist.

Bucky must’ve passed out, because when he wakes, you’re pulling the gate closed behind you, the key in one hand and his own severed appendage in your other. Part of him wishes that his dead hand won’t work, you’ll be forced to stay down here with him, die with him. He could change the settings on the door so his prosthetic will work instead, but - no. You’d thought of that too. His left arm was mangled as well, as useless as his mutilated right.

“I love you, Y/N… Y/N?”

You don’t answer. The door is closed, this time on him.

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