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[sebsxphia]

admiral jake when you’re wearing a sundress..

i can picture this on a sunday morning. you’re getting ready to visit admiral cyclone and his family. since jake became an admiral himself, a far greater respect had been built up between the two.

jake was tying your little girls shoes as he asked, “where’s your mama, hm?” she squealed in response as she saw you come through the doorway, your barely one year old boy attached to your hip.

“here i am!” you cheerfully replied.

jake looked up and immediately his throat went dry. he licked at his bottom lip to try and gather some salvia as he took in the breathtaking sight of you. suddenly, he was back in the hard deck when he met you and you were wearing a sundress.

it was the first time you’d worn one this year and jake could feel himself twitch. it hugged and covered every inch and curve of your body. it wasn’t revealing by any means, but jake thought you might as well have worn his favourite set of lingerie.

once ready to leave, jake gave you a soft kiss on your lips and caught your ear.

“do you remember what happened when you wore that last?”

“mhm, he’s right here.” you chided with an all knowing smirk and squeezing your little boy on your hip.

jake let out a low grunt and squeezed at your ass through your sundress. you had to bite down hard on your bottom lip to stop the squeal escaping you.

the day had gone by in a flurry and went off without a hitch. jake now had your hair fisted in his palm and another gripping onto your hip, scrunching up your sundress material into his knuckles as he fucked you deeply from behind on your shared bed, kids fast asleep.

“so fucking pretty for your admiral, aren’t you sweets? you goin’ to give your admiral permission to breed you again?”

the allusion of family dad, admiral jake, was shattered. this was admiral jake fucking you within an inch of your life.

eheh thank you so much for this incredible thot dear anon! 💌

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ᰍ ˳ ˙ BUCKY BARNESㅤ ⊹ㅤ゜ ✿ ׄ ⠀

do you hear my heart? (don’t forget it)

a fight in the office happens because of a broody super soldier which leads to said soldier coming to your apartment to check up on you ➳ angst / fluff

there is no other love, it’s only yours

they say a dream without love is a dream forgotten, luckily for bucky, he remembers every single one that you appear in ➳ fluff

just the way you are

bucky’s acting strange lately and you find out why ➳ fluff

sweeter than candy

after spending halloween together, bucky confesses something to you ➳ fluff

someone’s calling my name (and it sounds like you)

after a mission gone wrong, bucky finds himself on the brink of unconsciousness and then you show up which causes him to reveal his true feelings ➳ angst / fluff

the act of giving

bucky takes note of something you said and days later, he shows up at your front door with a surprise ➳ fluff

just between us

you and bucky have a little moment in your bathroom at your family’s brunch ➳ smut

in losing grip, on sinking ships (you showed up just in time)

when the avengers pick up unusual activity, they realize that not all of hydra was destroyed. one unidentifiable face sends the team into a frenzy but bucky knows it. he could recognize those eyes anywhere. ➳ angst

at the end of the day

after another failed date, you run into bucky barnes on the way home and the two of you get caught in the rain ➳ fluff

all to myself

after bucky finds out why you've been acting up ever since his company's party, he teaches you a lesson and remind you that you're the only one for him ➳ smut

one for you and me

bucky takes care of you since you’re always taking care of others ➳ fluff

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Breakfast with the Enemy | Dark!Bucky Barnes

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Chapter 3 of Lesser of Two Evils

Warnings: domestic violence, fear, hair pulling, choking, vomiting, forced fingering, humiliation, graphic depictions of violence

Summary: You and James have an awkward late breakfast together. Later, cuddling on the couch turns into something darker

Note: This is a dubcon/noncon fic! Heavy violent content and smut will be prevalent. Read at your own risk and mind the warnings at the beginning of each chapter.

Bucky didn't sleep. Her twitching and whines kept him up all night, and his aching cock didn't help. 

She was so small and damaged, and all he wanted was to flip her over and pound her into the mattress until she couldn't move or speak, but he knew he needed to savor it. He wondered idly if she'd cry the whole time, and all it did was soak the sheet in precum. 

She was covered in bruises, and the ones on her thighs intrigued him the most. He knew she'd been with Loki for at least a year, and with how relentless his abuse of her seemed, he wondered if she got them from fighting back. 

Had she closed her legs desperately to stop him? Or was it a byproduct of his own viciousness in bed? She had no idea, but the more Bucky learned about their sex life the more he'd know about the man. 

She still had fire, so he hadn't broken her completely. She was petrified of going back, so he was brutal enough for her to sneak out in the dead of night just to avoid his wrath. 

He gazed down at her troubled face, grimacing even in her sleep. How had she gotten out without him noticing? Steve said everything was still quiet at the compound last he heard, so she was smart enough to disappear into the darkness undetected. 

He'd have to watch out for that. 

The battle between the HYDRAs and the Norns was decades long, starting when Loki and Bucky were just kids. They'd played together as children, their fathers close and their mothers good friends. When the war began, Bucky and Loki wanted nothing to do with it. 

But Bucky could still see him, in his mind's eye, standing over his father's body in that warehouse in Brooklyn…hands stained red as Jimmy Barnes bled out on a dirty floor. The look in Loki's eyes when he spotted Bucky… it changed the way he saw his friend forever. 

He became his enemy. The one he'd do anything to make suffer slowly and painfully, wailing for relief. 

The key to Bucky's revenge lay next to him now, half naked and vulnerable. Lost and alone, a lamb ready for sacrificial slaughter. 

"Little girl," he murmured into her hair. He pulled down the covers enough to expose her legs, one draped over his middle. 

Smoothing his hand up her thigh, Bucky palmed her ample ass and squeezed. She was rail thin from lack of good sleep and food, but he saw the potential of what she could be. She just needed to feel safe.

His cock was trapped under her thigh, and while all he wanted was to force her on it until he was satiated, Bucky ran his hand up and down her leg and whispered to her again. He couldn't break her too quickly. 

"Time to wake up." 

She grumbled a bit as she stirred, clutching him tighter and burying her face in his armpit, "Sleep, please."

Bucky scoffed, smiling as he shook his head. Resting his hand on her shoulder, he shook her lightly, "Wake up, doll."

She peeled her eyes open slowly, blinking as her gaze focused on him smiling down at her. Panic enveloped her as she scrambled to get away, but he gripped her shoulders and hoisted her upright. She went stock still, gulping loudly and staring at him wide eyed. 

Bucky brushed back her hair as she began to tremble, her little chin wobbling, "You hungry?"

She hesitated, watching him suspiciously before saying in a small voice, "I can make you breakfast Mr. Barnes."

“That's not what I asked."

Her brows furrowed, and she shook her head, "I'm okay."

He squeezed her shoulders, and she flinched and tried to curl inward, "Are. You. Hungry?"

Her belly growled loudly and she slapped a hand over it and winced, "Yes, sir."

Looping his hands under her armpits, Bucky lifted her and set her on his hip. He kissed the side of her head and said gently as he carried her out of the room, "Good girl. That wasn’t so hard, was it?"

There was no mistaking the blush that plumed across her cheeks at the praise, and he wondered how long it had been since she'd gotten any. Loki was manipulative, but maybe since she was locked away in his house all this time he'd dropped the guise and just tortured her. 

While the first floor of Bucky’s building was a garage, the second was a gym and training center, everything made exactly to his specifications. The penthouse was actually the third and fourth floors combined, as Bucky had done extensive remodeling when he bought the place. All open concept, with one of the best views of NYC a guy could ask for.

Two bedrooms, his office, the kitchen and living room were all on the third floor, a series of stairs leading up to the shelf lined walls that were the fourth floor library. A voracious reader, Bucky had taken after his father and purchased as many as he could get his hands on, new and old. There were a few places to sit and read up there, but Bucky mostly used it as a place to snag a book before plopping on the couch in the center of the floor.

“Wow,” she breathed as he took her through the living room and to the kitchen. She clung to him like a child as she turned in his arms to see as much as she could. “Your home is beautiful, Mr. Barnes.”

Bucky patted her backside in thanks, keeping her on his hip as he pulled out a few pans and some ingredients for French toast. Realizing he couldn’t make breakfast with her perched on him, Bucky set her on the counter and started cracking eggs into a mixing bowl. She pulled at her fingers as he went about his morning routine, watching him with big watery eyes.

When Bucky went to put a piece of bread in the preheated pan, she let out a little gasp and moved as if to reach for him, but quickly pulled back. He cocked his brow at her, “What?”

She gulped and chewed a bit on the inside of her cheek, “I don’t want you to think I’m telling you what to do…”

He waved his spatula at her, “Tell me.”

Letting out a little sigh, she tugged on her fingers again, “You have to put some butter down or it’ll stick to the pan. It’ll burn.”

“It always burns.”

She nodded, averting her gaze as she submitted. Her scrawny legs dangled over the edge of the counter as her whole body seemed to clench, ready for him to lash out for questioning him. 

After eyeing her for a moment, Bucky went back to the fridge and grabbed a tub of Country Crock, dug a knife in and plopped some butter into the pan. She pointed at it cautiously, “A little more.”

“You know butter is bad for you, right?” 

“Better than Crisco,” she shrugged. “You’re carbing up for your workout, right? It’ll help.”

“And how did you know that, little girl?” he asked playfully, but she just frowned and waved a hand toward his chest.

“Look at you.”

He chuckled at the red spattered across her cheeks, but he did what she suggested and put a little more butter in the pan. She sat quietly as he cooked, only speaking when spoken to and chewing anxiously on her lip. Bucky let her be, tiring quickly of her trembling when all he was doing was making her food.

He piled the french toast high on a plate, grabbed a few extras and took them over to the bar peninsula at the end of the counter. He felt her eyes on him as he moved around, watching his every step. When he went back to the kitchen and approached, she spread her legs on instinct and opened her arms for him to pick her up. It made him grin as he set her on his hip, she was learning so fast and he hadn’t even had her for a day.

He set her down gently in a chair and went back for two coffee mugs and the pot. He set the carafe down on a trivet and settled into the stool next to her. “Do you take sugar or milk?”

She bit her lip and looked down at her lap, “I’m not allowed to have coffee.” Bucky frowned and shot her a look, but she refused to look his way. “Why can’t you have coffee?”

“Loki says it makes me… insufferable,” she mumbled so pathetically Bucky wanted to laugh. “And he doesn’t like the taste on me.”

Bucky pushed the mug closer to her and pointed at it, “Take a drink.”

She eyed him like he was trying to trick her, but she obeyed. Her hand shook as she lifted the mug, and impatiently Bucky cupped it for her and held it to her lips so it didn’t spill everywhere. She took a small sip and grimaced, but he held it until she took a larger one, only pulling away when she began to cough.

As he set it down she wiped her mouth delicately with the back of her hand, her eyes watering, “It’s… strong.”

“It’s coffee, doll, it’s supposed to wake you up,” he chuckled and she spared him a small smile in return. “How’s it gonna do that without a little kick?”

“Good point,” she murmured, looking back at her hands again. 

Bucky really couldn’t help himself, not when she was so afraid and wracked with nerves. Trailing his fingers up her arm, she caught his eye just before he wrapped them around her throat. Her gasp caught mid breath as he pulled her close, his nose nuzzling close to hers.

Tears welled as she went stiff, expecting him to hurt her but for now he had no plans to. Instead, Bucky pressed his lips to hers like he had last night. She didn’t stay frozen for as long this time, and when he kissed her again she relaxed under his firm grip. When his tongue snaked in her mouth, groaning as he tasted the coffee on her lips, she went limp and glassy-eyed.

She tasted sweet like honey, the bitterness of the carmelized dark roast blending like heaven in the soft expanse of her mouth. His mind went wild thinking about how she’d feel wrapped around his dick, and too soon he had to pull away. Patience, Barnes, patience.

She nearly fell off the stool she leaned so hard into his hand. Bucky gave her one last peck and sat her upright, then moved his hand to rest on the back of her neck, “I like the way it tastes on you.”

“Wh-oh,” she stammered as she struggled to catch her breath. 

Bucky picked up a fork and speared a piece of toast, depositing it on her plate. She stared at it stupidly so he gave her a soft squeeze, “Eat.”

After twenty agonizing long minutes, she finished a piece and a half, eventually holding her little belly as it settled. Bucky himself had eight pieces, watching her peck her way through her own like a little bird. 

"You finished?" he asked softly, and she nodded so he took what was left of her piece and shoved it in his mouth. 

Without prompting, she took his plate and hers and took it to the sink. Bucky watched with idle curiosity over his mug as she washed the dishes with comfortability, like she'd lived with him for years. He let her, as it was the first time her hands had stopped shaking since he met her, scrubbing egg and butter from the pans with precision. 

He waited until she was done to say, "You don't have to do that, y’know?"

She turned and shrugged, "What else am I going to do?"

Setting down his mug, Bucky stood from the stool. Her eyes went wide and she twisted to face the sink again as if it would protect her from him. He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her neck, delighting in her little shiver. 

"I can think of a few things," he whispered hotly against her skin, kissing a few errant spots here and there. 

Her body froze in place, and there was no mistaking the fearful clench of her jaw. "I meant… outside of that. You want me to be useful, right?"

"Mmm," Bucky hummed, frowning to himself. He hadn't thought about that. "We'll figure something out. If my housekeeper catches you doing her work she'll throw a fit."

"Oh," she said, her shoulders dropping as she eyed the dishes she'd washed. "I didn't realize… Loki had me clean every day."

"I'm not Loki," Bucky growled, pressing his nose threateningly to the back of her ear. He grazed his teeth along the shell, "You have other things to offer me, doll."

She turned slowly in his arms, and he pushed her against the counter just to intimidate her. It worked, the thick swallow she made as she watched him stirred something deep within him. Her eyes were wide and rimmed with tears as she whispered, "I'll do whatever you want, sir."

Bucky grinned like a fiend, "You will if you know what's good for you."

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After one of the most uncomfortable breakfasts of your life, James took you by the wrist and dragged you into the living room. You were pulled off your feet as he plopped down on the couch and tugged you to his side. 

You frowned in confusion when he snagged a blanket from the back of the couch and covered you both with it, letting you nestle into the crook of his shoulder. He flicked on the television and some hallmark movie played, one of those cute Christmas ones that Loki despised. 

"Relax, doll," he told you, patting your backside and chuckling when you jumped. 

"I thought you wanted me here to sleep with me," you said slowly, desperately trying to not enjoy his warmth. 

His chest was hard beneath you, strong but comfortable where Loki was all sharp edges and biting tones. Even his prosthetic was comfortable in the way it draped over your back and held your ass in his palm. He gave you a light squeeze and rested his cheek on the top of your head. 

"Oh, I'm going to fuck you," he said easily, like this whole situation wasn't fucked up. It was hard to remind yourself that he was just as dangerous as Loki when he was treating you like this. Maybe that was the point.

"Then why are you taking care of me?" 

James sighed in annoyance, “You want the truth?”

You hesitated. Did you? Maybe the less you knew the better. 

When you didn’t answer, James pawed at you until you sat up. Gripping your shoulders tightly, his piercing eyes bored a hole through yours as he asked, “Well? Yes or no, doll, I ain’t got all day.”

“I…” you stammered, petering off. James shook you and set his jaw, so you forced yourself to speak, “I don’t want to play mind games anymore. If you want something, just tell me and I’ll do it for you. I don’t have the energy to try to read your mind and fail every time.”

James scoffed, but a devilish smirk spread across his face, “Again, then you should have let me shoot you.”

“Shoot me now, then,” you spat through gritted teeth. That smirk turned into a toothy snarl, and within a second you were launched off the couch and held down on the expensive carpet by your throat.

The blanket tangled between you as James mounted you, throttling you viciously and ripping it away. You struggled under his grasp, kicking as much as you could but he just forced your thighs apart with his own. You couldn’t do anything but flail and cry while he squeezed you so hard your vision blurred.

“How’s this for the truth?” he hissed, shoving up your shirt and exposing you to him. His clothed groin ground against your bare cunt, hard and ready to rip you to pieces. Choking you harshly and ignoring your whines, James leaned in and growled in your ear, “I’m gonna violate every single inch of this body, little girl. You’re my toy now, you belong to me.

“And when I’ve ruined you for anyone else,” James snarled, his nose flush against yours, his breath hot and heavy. “I’m going to tell Loki exactly what I did, and he’ll know just how much you enjoyed it!”

“I won’t like it!” you screamed back, sobbing through your fear and rage. “You’re a rapist, just like him!”

James laughed cruelly, and he brought his other hand between you to cup between your legs. Without warning he shoved two fingers inside, choking you roughly and watching as you cried. Your walls stretched painfully, burning as he ground them as deep as he could, his eyes locked onto yours all the while.

He leaned in close, his lips brushing yours as the chaos suddenly came to a standstill. His fingers slipped from your pussy and he brought them up. When his eyes looked to them, you found yourself looking too. 

He spread his fingers to show the slick webbing stringing between them. James turned to you and grinned, “Then why are you so wet?”

You squinted in confusion, disbelief. It couldn't be real, you weren't enjoying this! You pushed at him and he blessedly let you go, watching gleefully as you scrambled away. Tugging the shirt down to cover where he'd molested you, tears streamed down your face and your chest heaved. 

James got to his knees and sat back on his heels, bringing his fingers up to suck on them. He moaned disgustingly as you watched, horrified and trembling on the carpet. 

"Me or him, doll," he moaned as he pulled them from his lips with a sickening pop. "I can still get you home before he wakes up, but I shudder to think of what he'll do if you come home after that."

You rubbed your throat to ease the sting the best you could, but you knew by now that no amount of gentle massaging would take away what came next. Your stomach lurched as your head swam, and on instinct you got to your feet and bolted for the bedroom. 

James was after you in a second, his heavy footfalls pounding behind you down the hallway. You feebly tried to swing the door shut as you entered the bathroom, crashing painfully to your knees as you threw up the breakfast he’d made into the toilet. 

As wonderful as it tasted going down, French toast was awful coming back up. James’ panting was the only other sound in the small room as you threw up again, and he kneeled behind you and rubbed his hot hand up your back. 

“I lost my temper, doll,” he murmured as you spat the rest of it out. “You upset me is all.”

You scoffed and wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, “I’ve heard that before, Mr. Barnes.”

Blinking away tears, you turned to face him, leaning against the wall and reveling in the cool tile against your body. James sunk down and sat next to you, his large thigh pressed against yours. He palmed your leg and gave you a small squeeze.

“You can call me James,” he told you, in a voice much too sweet for the way he’d been strangling you moments ago. “I plan on keeping you for a while, you may as well call me by my name.”

“You gonna keep calling me ‘doll?’” 

James’ mouth twitched into a grim smile as his grip turned harsh. You gasped and tried to pull away but he wouldn’t let you, instead pinning it down on the tile floor. 

“You are a doll, not a person,” he told you seriously. “Just a thing to be used so I don’t give you back to Loki.”

You glared at him through watery eyes and nodded, “Fine.”

“Fine, what?” 

“I choose you, James,” you sneered, and all he did was smile wider. “I’d rather be your doll than his punching bag.”

James reached out to cup your jaw with his prosthetic hand, the cool metal warming with your body heat. His thumb brushed your bottom lip and he let it drag as he chuckled, “You don’t call what just happened making you into my punching bag?”

You laughed back bitterly, “You have no idea what that man did to me. You have no idea what I’ve let him do so I could survive.”

“You remember that, doll,” James whispered, brushing back your hair like he was your lover and not your captor. He leaned in and kissed your cheek for a moment before pulling back. “You let this happen. Whatever happens to you in this penthouse… you chose it.”

Your chin wobbled as you nodded, your fate now set in stone. 

This was your fault. Just like it was when you let Loki buy you a drink so long ago… you ignored your instincts and let him make you his prisoner, and now you’ve let James do the same.

You let this happen to you… again.

“I choose you.”

Notes: Doll's playing with fire! Do you think she's made the right choice? The more Bucky learns about Loki, how do you think Doll will fare??

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i know we’ve discussed this but it has such a vice grip on me.!!!!

what kinda pictures do you think you and rhett have dotted around your house of you two? 🥹 <3

EEEKKKK I THINK ABOUT THIS ALL THE TIME!!!

i am a firm believer that rhett typically does not like to have his picture taken so you either have to force him to take pictures or just take candids of him. he loves taking pictures of you though and is always willing to be your own personal photographer.

in the entry way of your home is a picture of you two from your wedding day. it was taken after everyone left and you two were having one last dance and it’s a beautiful silhouette of rhett spinning you around.

you have a little polaroid wall in the living room filled with pictures of you, of him, and of the both of you. you started taking them not too long after you starting dating so there are a lot! pictures from dates, from your honeymoon, of you and your animals (the dogs and cats rhett refuses to admit he likes)

in the bedroom, you have your favorite picture of him on your bedside table. it’s from your first anniversary and he’s got this big goofy smile on his face and it’s a smile that’s saved only for you. he has a picture of you on his side too, it’s from the day he proposed. you were out in a field of wildflowers walking ahead of him and you had turned around and smiled widely at him and he luckily got a picture of you.

there’s also another picture from your wedding framed on the dresser where he’s got his head up your dress taking your garter off and your head is thrown back in laughter.

everyone who comes into your home knows the love you have for each other just by the pictures they see.

and when you have kids, there’s hardly an empty space on the walls.

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[sebsxphia]

bob is such a pleasure!dom and you’re such a good girl for him !! bob hears Jake’s brat tamer stories all the time and Bobby just thinks to himself “my bunny would never”. because early on in your relationship, you tested bobs limits, and he did punish you for the way you acted, he punished you hard. So when Bobby asked you to”you promise you’ll stay good for daddy, bun’?”, you did hesitate to agree 😚

omgggg yes yes yes dear anon! 🤭😵‍💫

i love mean dom bob, but pleasure dom bob holds such a special place in my heart. i love being a brat more than anything, but i also love and get so soft (and horny) for thinking about being such a good girl for bobby! his little bunny who never acts up, compliantly does anything he asks and who gets so many rewards! i definitely think he’s a mix of both types of doms and you know when you’re getting mean dom bob, but of course like you say dear anon, once you experienced his hard punishment, you made sure you would always be such a good girl for him.

you were clinging to his leg and sobbing, as he made you ride his shoe with your spanked and puffy pussy. he gripped your chin tightly and forced you to look at him with your glassy eyes. “you promise you’ll stay good for daddy, bun’?”

with a broken sob, you spluttered out, “y—yes, daddy! p—promise! i’ll be y’ good girl, i’ll be y’ bestest girl. i’ll n—never misbehave ‘gain. p—please let me come with y’ f—fingers, d—daddy!”

bob knows that his bunny would never act up on him again because of that experience, and because he knows you’re just such a good girl for him.

oh how i’d love to be his good girl! 🥰 thank you so much for this delicious thot my dear anon! 💌

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Chapter 4 of Lesser of Two Evils

Warnings: domestic violence, fear, hair pulling, choking, sexual violence, handjobs, conditioning, mental manipulation, baths, humiliation, graphic depictions of violence

Summary: James pulls you into a bath and asks you more about your relationship with Loki. Later, Steve stops by.

Note: This is a dubcon/noncon fic! Heavy violent content and smut will be prevalent. Read at your own risk and mind the warnings at the beginning of each chapter.

After his round of violence in the living room, James made you sit on the floor as he filled the giant bathtub with oils, bubbles and hot water. While it was running, he went under the kitchen sink and brought out a toothbrush, then came and picked you up by your armpits once more. 

He sat you on the edge of the sink, wetted the toothbrush and put some toothpaste on it, then handed it to you. He stared at you the whole time you brushed your teeth, even held back your hair as you spit it into the sink, then took off your shirt and his clothes and carried you into the tub. 

James settled you on his lap, pulling you into his chest as the water warmed your aching bones. His big hands rubbed up and down your back as you tried to relax, his lips pressing to the side of your head. 

"You're so tense," he frowned, like he wasn't part of the reason why. Digging his fingers into your skin, he massaged your bony back. "You just need someone to take care of you, doll."

You said nothing at this false display of intimacy, just let him do what he wanted. It felt good, though you were loath to admit it, and you found your eyes drooping as he moved further up and to the back of your neck. He was so warm… strong and you molded to him so nicely. 

"I wanna ask you something," James murmured as he rubbed the knots away. "I want you to be honest."

You nodded against his chest, heard the rumbling as he chuckled to himself. He continued his soft display, not too hard and just firm enough to make you sink further into him. 

"When was the last time you had sex?"

Your eyes snapped open and you sat up to frown at him. James just cocked his head, "Tell me."

"The other day…" you said slowly. 

"Not last night?"

You shook your head as a memory washed over you, "He…pushed me down the stairs and kicked me. I went to bed early to read and get ready to leave."

James nodded and let out a little groan, his eyes trailing down to look at your bruises from the assault. His fingers ghosted over them, but thankfully when you winced he didn't press them again. 

"Do you like having sex with him?"

Your chin wobbled violently and without permission, tears bursting forth and down your cheeks. James pulled you in for a tight hug and kissed your cheek. You vaguely registered a pressure on your thigh but you were too upset to recognize what it was. 

"I don't like it," you sobbed into him. "Not anymore!"

James nodded and petted your hair, rocking you back and forth. "It's okay, doll. It's okay, I'm here."

As he held you, he whispered to you, “You’re doing such a good job, little girl.”

“I am?” you sniffled, turning and burying your face in his neck. His praise felt bad somehow, even though it made your chest lighter. It felt like you weren’t worthy of such a thing.

James laughed and held you close, his big hands warm and safe… god, it had been so long since you were safe. 

“So good, in fact, that I want you to do something for me.”

You pulled back enough to look up at him, and he was smiling that devilish smile again. Wide and bright, full of mischief and more knowledge than you could ever have. He brought his hand out of the water and held his palm open for you, “Give me your hand.”

Cautiously, you slid your hand against his, intertwining your fingers. James clutched your hand and pulled it to his chest, the other one smoothing up your back and into your hair. He pulled you in slowly for a kiss, his lips molding to yours in the heat of the bath.

It had been such a long day, and you were desperate for any moment of gentility you could get. Bracing your free hand on his shoulder, you kissed him back. The scent of sweat and musk enveloped you under the steam and the bubbles. You let yourself get lost in the feeling, sweet and heady all at the same time, eyes closing and welcoming his tongue between your lips.

He licked into you with fervor, tasting every part of you he could reach. His fingers tightened in your hair, keeping you held firmly to his chest. His hand enclosed around yours smoothed down his chest and belly, tight abs and muscles rippling under your palm. 

It was already too late when you realized where he was leading you, understanding hitting you as you felt his pubic hair brush under the side of your hand. You tried to pull away but his hand gripped your hair too tightly to do anything but wriggle in his lap.

“Don’t fight, you were doing so good,” he whispered menacingly against your lips. “C’mon, doll, be a good little girl for me.”

You started to sob as he wrapped your hand around his hard length, thick and throbbing under your palm. James shushed you and kissed you again, “You don’t want to go back to Loki, do you?”

You shook your head wordlessly, unable to speak, you were so petrified. Holding your wrist, he made you give him a soft pump, hips bucking up and sloshing the water around. 

"There you go," he murmured, giving you a soft peck on the lips. "See I'm not hurting you, am I?"

Your face burned with shame, but you couldn't look away with him holding you like that. Your body shook in the water though it was hot, and James pouted mockingly at you. 

"You chose me, remember?" he asked, humor at your humiliation alight in his eyes. 

You nodded, and he released his tight hold on your hair. You winced as he pulled it away only to palm your throat and buck up into your hand. 

"Get to work then, doll," he growled, "before I shove your head under the water and make you suck me off."

A horrified sob squeaked its way out of your chest at the thought. This was something Loki had you do often, but it felt wrong with this stranger, like he could burst through the door at any moment and flay you alive for it. 

Tightening your hand around him, but not hard enough to hurt, you slid your palm up James' cock. You didn't know what he liked so you did what Loki enjoyed, pressing the pad of your thumb along that vein underneath and pushing a bit under the head. 

"Fuck," James groaned, as you pumped him without thought. You were used to doing sex acts with no pleasure, so you focused on a spot on the wall and waited patiently for it to be over. 

His hands smoothed over your breasts as you worked him over, eyes half shut and groaning lightly. He kneaded your tits in his hard palms, thumbs flicking over your nipples each time your fist enclosed the head of his cock. 

When he realized you weren't watching what you were doing, James' hand lashed up and grabbed your jaw, angling you until you caught his eye. 

"Are you dissociating right now?" he asked as though he were offended. 

"N-no, sir," you stammered, gulping heavily. 

His grip turned harsh and bruising as he yanked you forward to press your noses together, his eyes alight with fire. He tweaked your nipple painfully and snarled, "I told you to tell me the truth. Is that the truth?"

In your fear you just shook, and without warning James' hand moved back into your hair as he twisted your body and shoved you beneath the surface. The bubbles and oils burned your nose as you struggled under his strong hand, an unrestrained scream muffled by the water. 

His cock pressed against your ass as he held you under, shaking you in his rage. Staring at the bottom of the quartz tub, you realized it might be the last thing you ever looked at and simply…let go. 

When you stopped moving, James yanked you back up by your hair. You gasped and flailed as you tried to find purchase, but his hold on you was the only thing keeping you up. 

His chest molded to your back as he pulled your hair harshly at the roots, snarling in your ear, "Tell me the truth."

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry," you panted,spitting water out in between, "I was, I'll pay attention!"

"See? It's not that hard to just tell me things, doll." James let go of your hair and turned you back around to face him. Soggy strands plastered to your face as your whole body heaved. 

The anger was gone from his gaze, just like that, and he pushed the hair from your face and kissed you again though you were breathless. Shakily, you kissed him back, still letting out little gasps as you struggled to breathe again. 

"Get to work," was all he said as he leaned back against the tub, watching you expectantly as he placed his hands on your hips. 

With a shaking hand, you wrapped your fingers around his cock, barely able to fit all the way around. Your head pulsed with a coming migraine, but you planted a palm on his chest and started to jerk him off. 

The oils helped you slide along his shaft with just enough friction to keep him satisfied. James grunted and bit his lip as he watched you intently, and just to spite him you stared right back. 

"That's right, doll, eyes on me," he smirked, bringing his hands back to lounge behind his head. 

Water dripped monotonously onto the surface as you twisted your wrist, pulling him off in steady glides of your palm. His ice blue eyes bored into yours as your breath stuttered with the effort it took to move after being choked so many times in the last two days. 

He groaned as you tightened purposefully over his head, biting his lip and letting his eyes flutter close. You took the opportunity to try to get this over with quickly, leaning in and pressing your lips to the exposed column of his throat. James let out a little surprised grunt and jerked up into your palm, then moaned quietly.

It reverberated around the bathroom, so you sucked lightly on his skin. James gasped and held your head to his neck, “Yeah, just like that, doll. Perfect.”

You whimpered into him, licking and kissing wherever you could reach as he fucked your hand. 

James' hips pistoned in time with your hand, grunting and clinging to you, "Fuck, if your hand feels like this I can't wait to pound into every little hole you've got."

"Whatever you want," you whispered shakily, tears smearing across his sweat soaked skin and into the water below. 

James tugged you back by your hair, making your back arch as you struggled to keep your hand moving. "Go on and cry, baby. It only makes this better for me."

Your jaw trembled as you glared at him through your tears, but you kept jerking him off. You could feel him tightening, hear the grunts getting shorter and louder with each thrust. 

He tightened his grip and nearly begged, "C'mon, you look so pretty when you cry… just let me see it."

It was such a…disgusting request you couldn't help but comply, bursting into tears with your hand wrapped around a monster's cock, one that you knew was going to tear you open sooner than later. 

James let out a guttural snarl and crashed your lips to his, moaning wantonly into your mouth as he came. You never slowed, even as he spurted between your fingers and fucked desperately into your hand. 

He let out short pants as he came down, his hand leaving your hair to stop your own from moving. Resting his forehead against yours, his breath fanned across your face as you both caught your breath. 

"Oh, such a good girl," he praised you, and you could've thrown up then and there. 

His spend rose to the top of the water, breaking apart in the dissipating bubbles. James lunged forward and gave you a sloppy kiss full of teeth and tongue, ignoring your whimpers and your tears. 

"There there," he soothed, brushing back your hair and giving you one last peck. "You did great, doll. Such a good job."

You said nothing, your face and ears burning in shame as you sat exposed and vulnerable with your future rapist in a tub. James waited until he caught his breath to kiss your forehead and pull the plug on the drain. 

With shaky legs he carried you out and dried you off, then took you back to the bedroom. He didn't give you anything to wear this time, just laid down on the bed with you on his chest. 

He was hot to the touch, blazing and hard as you laid on him. He petted your hair and rubbed your back, absentmindedly pressing his lips to the top of your head. 

"It's been a long time since someone took care of you, huh?" he asked quietly. It was nearing ten am, and already had been the longest day of your life. 

"Why do you care?" you asked hesitantly, bracing yourself for a slap or hair pull, but none came. 

"I take care of what I own, little girl," James said seriously, and you wanted to believe him, but if he was willing to trade your life for sex then he wasn't and wouldn't ever be a good man. "I'm gonna take good care of you. So good you'll forget all about our little deal and this will be all you know."

"Forget?" you asked stupidly, and he laughed a little. 

Turning you on your back, James hovered above you dangerously, his muscles coiled but his eyes were soft. "Don't worry your pretty head about it, doll. Just do what I tell you."

"Okay," you agreed, and he murmured another good girl before pressing his lips to your neck. 

Your toes curled at the soft insistent kisses that trailed down to your chest and belly. You weren't used to this, instead accustomed to cold indirect attention and snapping fingers for your focus. James demanded it softly from you, in touches and cuddles… and it set a fire through you. 

He spread your thighs when he reached your lower stomach, smirking and dragging his fingers down. When he smoothed his large fingertips along your slit, you sat up sharply. 

You were wet. 

"I'm sorry," you gasped, but he didn't stop, just continued to rub you as he cocked his head. 

"Sorry for what?" he asked lightly, pushing his fingers in, gentle as ever. It made you flinch. 

"I know…" you trembled, your body shaking as you sat up on your elbows with teary eyes. "I know I'm not supposed to like it."

His hand stilled, anger pinching between his brows. You started to pant in fear, "I won't let it happen again, Mr. Barnes, I swear."

"James," he said slowly, watching you with a queer look in his eye. He adjusted on the bed to lay on his stomach between your legs, his fingers still pressed firmly against your lips. "When was the last time you had an orgasm?"

Your face fell as you blanched. You looked away in shame and muttered, "I don't know."

"Let me get this straight," James said gruffly, pinching the bridge of his nose. He let out a long sigh and let it go, "Loki fucked you two days ago and you didn't cum?"

You shook your head, confused, "I'm not allowed to. I exist for his…well, now your pleasure. Not mine."

"As wonderful a mindset as that is…" James said, and he dragged the pad of his thumb up your slit, just avoiding your clit. "That isn't going to fly here. How are you going to fall in love with me if I don't make you feel good?"

Your head snapped to face him, and he just smirked up at you, "Why would you want me to do that?"

"Don't worry about it."

“But…” you murmured in confusion, “I don’t deserve it.”

It seemed James had had enough, and he pulled himself from your legs and got off the bed. You sat up to follow him but he pushed you back down and made his way to the closet, ignoring your trailing gaze. 

He pulled on a pair of workout leggings and a shirt, but he didn't grab anything for you. James came and sat on the edge of the bed and pulled the covers over your naked body, maneuvering you until you laid with your head on the pillows. 

"You need to get some more sleep," he murmured, tugging at the blankets until he had you tucked in and cozy. 

"Did I make you mad?" you asked quietly. 

James smiled down at you and brushed back your hair, "No, you didn't. I told you, you were a good girl today."

"Where are you going?"

"To work out. I'll be back before you wake up."

James leaned over and kissed your forehead, holding his lips firmly to your skin for a moment before pulling away. He tapped your nose before he stood. 

"Sleep, doll."

You couldn't help but watch him as he left, his ramshackle barraging attitudes confusing and strange. Doing as you were told and settling into the mattress you frowned at the ceiling. 

He wanted you to fall in love with him. So he could hurt you more? So he could have someone waiting for him at home at the end of each day?

You weren't sure what to make of it, but as of now you already liked him more than you ever liked Loki. For one, Loki hadn't kissed you in months, not since he decided you weren't allowed to leave the compound. For another, he was… warm. You couldn't explain it, but it meant something to you. 

It didn't take long for sleep to take you under, the warm blankets and soft down of the mattress holding you cozy even though it was the middle of the day. 

You felt safe… at least for that moment. 

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Bucky sipped coffee at the bar in the kitchen, eyeballing the dishes piled up next to the sink. Something wasn’t sitting right with him, and it was pissing him off.

He’d known long ago that Loki had violent tastes, known that he was cruel and creative. But to have this woman trained to not want pleasure? Even if you took out the beatings and confining her to the house… what a sadistic bastard. He'd brainwashed her into fearing an orgasm. 

He’d gone through her duffle bag and found the cash hidden in the lining, went through the cheap shirts and pants she’d put inside. She took as little as she could with her, fleeing with the hope of escape and starting over, and Bucky had taken that from her. She needed something to wear, but no toy of his would be clothed in dollar store tees and cheap panties.

He'd have to call Nat and Yelena… Bucky shuddered at the thought. 

He also found a picture of her and Loki, sealed away behind a delicate gold frame, the two of them in front of some run down hut but he couldn't figure out where. He knew it from somewhere, but Bucky couldn't place it. 

The elevator dinged and Bucky looked over just in time to see Steve waltzing out of it. He flashed Bucky a megawatt grin and a wave before going for the coffee pot like he owned the place.

“How’d he take it?” Bucky asked lightly.

“Oh, he’s lost it. Ranting and raving like a lunatic," Steve laughed as he poured himself a cup. He slapped the carafe back on the burner and leaned on the counter opposite Bucky. “Saw them putting a body in the trunk of a car. I think he killed one of the guards in his little temper tantrum.”

“Hmm,” Bucky hummed, taking another sip. Steve squinted at him across the way and waved a hand in front of his face to get his attention.

“I thought you’d be happy. Loki's cracked, Buck.”

“I am,” Bucky sighed, but he found himself looking back toward the bedroom where the girl was sleeping. She’d been in there for three hours now, and though he’d checked on her a few times she hadn’t woken. “I want him to suffer.”

“What?” Steve asked, following his gaze. When Bucky faced him again he smirked. “Oooh! Don’t tell me you like her.”

Immediately it turned to a frown, “It’ll make it hard to kill her.”

“I’m not gonna kill her… yet,” Bucky grumbled, annoyed with how easily Steve saw through him. “I knew Loki was fucked up but from the little she’s told me he’s worse than we thought.”

“The man regularly tortures people to death because it makes him laugh,” Steve deadpanned, rolling his eyes. “How much worse can he get?”

Bucky took a long drag from the mug and groaned, “I need a cigarette.”

“She that annoying?”

“She’s not the problem,” Bucky grunted. He stood sharply from the stool and made his way to the balcony, staring over the city through the big windows. 

Steve smirked like a cat but Bucky wasn’t having it. He glared at his best friend, “I got an idea.”

Steve idled up beside him with his own mug, taking a sip and waiting for Bucky to continue his bitching. Bucky pointed a finger out at nobody and growled, “He’s a murderous little snake and he’ll get what’s coming to him. I was going to kill the girl and drop her body at his feet but…”

“But you have yourself a crush and you can’t do it?”

“Oh! An idea!” Steve sneered, laughing wildly. “You and your fucking ideas… what did you come up with?”

A blush crept up Bucky’s neck. He wasn’t embarrassed by the situation at all, moreso not looking forward to Steve’s reaction.

“In exchange for protection she gave me her body.”

Steve made a face, “Shouldn’t you be empty and satisfied right now with Loki’s whore, and not Mr. Gloom and Doom?”

“I don’t think ‘whore’ is the right word. She was smart enough to escape without detection, after all.”

Steve shrugged, “Dumb enough to get caught by us.”

Bucky thought about that for a moment, of Steve’s dismissiveness of her. He didn’t tend to think much of the men or women that Bucky brought home for one night stands, so it wasn’t out of the realm of normalcy for him to assume the girl in his bed was just another moron caught up with a mobster. Still, he wanted to tell him about his concerns.

“He wouldn’t let her-,” he began, but a shuffling noise made them both turn.

She was rubbing her eyes like a child as she wandered into the open living room, blinking slowly in the afternoon light. The top blanket from the bed was wrapped around her like a dress, and she clutched it under her armpit to keep it in place. Her collarbones stuck out like they were trying to escape her skin, she was so thin and worn down.

“Good lord,” Steve scoffed, waving a hand at her. Her eyes went wide when she spotted them, but she looked to Bucky for guidance. “What is she? Fourteen?”

“What? Of course no-,” Bucky sputtered, but he turned and pointed at her. “How old are you, doll?”

“Uhm, twenty seven,” she rasped, her voice croaky from sleep. She thrust a thumb over her shoulder, “Should I go back in the room?”

"Oh, not yet," Steve grinned, quickly making his way toward her with his hand outstretched. " I haven't had the chance to meet you. I'm Steve. What's your name, sweetheart?"

When she cautiously took his hand, Steve pulled it up to kiss the back of her knuckles, and she looked to Bucky again. He gave her a little nod and she told Steve her name. Bucky hadn’t thought to ask.

"Beautiful name for a beautiful girl," he said sweetly, letting her go. He pointed absentmindedly at her bruised face and glared at Bucky, "Your handiwork?"

She blanched and took a step away from Steve, staring at her feet. Bucky shook his head, "Not all of it."

Bucky walked over and took Steve's cup from him, a silent sign that he should leave, and he took it and gave the girl another wave. 

"See ya around sweetheart," he said, turning on his heel and out of the penthouse, leaving Bucky with the key to his revenge. 

"I didn't know someone was here, I'm sorry," she murmured, staring down at her shuffling feet. 

Bucky set the mugs down on the coffee table and wrapped his arms around her waist, and she hardly hesitated before relaxing in his embrace. 

He kissed her cheek, "You don't want to meet my friends?"

"I'll do whatever you want," she said quietly for what felt like the hundredth time that day. 

"I want you to go to bed," he told her, and she made a face, her little brows furrowing. "I have a doctor coming to check you out."

"But I've had worse, James," she shrugged, "I'm okay."

He cupped her jaw and squeezed, delighting in the little puff of her cheeks. "Did I ask?"

She shook her head the best she could, and oh, how he wanted to throw her to the ground and take her. But he had to wait. 

He released her and she stumbled back a little, "Go to bed."

Bucky watched as she did as she was told, slinking back to the bedroom with the blanket trailing behind her. He wanted to follow her and push her into the mattress until she cried, but something was still bothering him deep in his gut. 

What the hell did Loki do to her?

Why did Bucky care?

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