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vladawriteshasmovedaccounts · 3 years ago

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Bucky’s Baby Girl

Part One || Part Two || Part Three

Bucky’s Baby Girl pt.3; One more part will be posted for this specific series. The story will however continue under a new title/multiple part series featuring Stucky x same Fem Reader, it can be read as a standalone series or a continuation of this story if Stucky x Reader is your cup of tea, xx

Word Count: 5,000+ (pictures are not mine, please message for removal)

Also posted to AO3 here, <3

Major tw’s!! NSFW, Filthy Smut, Age Gap, Stalking, Kidnapping, Dubious Consent, DD/LG Dynamics, minor references to parental/religious trauma, spanking, fingering, & again 18+ Only!!

Series Summary;

Featuring Bucky Barnes and fem reader. Desperate to please, Stockholm syndrome reader. DD/LG relationship aspects. Protective and dominant Bucky. He’d do anything for his baby girl, all he truly wants is to keep her safe from the dangers of the outside of the world. Your beauty and naïve nature are what can’t keep him away from you. Stalking, kidnapping, dubious consent. He’ll do whatever it takes to break you in, make you his own well-trained, cock loving princess. He worships your very existence. Angst and fluff and smut.

You held your breath, watching his eyes blink slowly open. He looked down to meet your expectant gaze. A soft smile spread across his lips. His arms tightened around you as he leaned forward, planting a feather-light kiss on the top of your forehead. You sighed into the kiss, feeling your heart stir in your chest. It was so gentle, such a simple moment. It cleared any nervous thoughts in your mind in an instant. You couldn't think of another place in the entire world you'd rather be than stuck between his arms.

He sighed deeply, rolling over onto his back, looking up at the ceiling. You propped yourself onto your side, scanning over the features of his face. A wide, sloppy smile spread across his lips as he felt your eyes wander across him.

"Good morning sweetheart, how did you sleep?" His morning voice was raspy, impossibly deep.

"Good." You spoke softly, smiling back up at him. Better than good, you thought. Perfect, you had slept perfectly.

The morning started slow. You didn't mind in the slightest; you were in no rush.

He sat you on the kitchen counter. You were wearing one of his large button-down shirts. The cuffs fell past your fingers; the hem came down to your mid-thigh, but you didn't mind. You practically lit up at the way his eyes grew darker as he had slowly clasped the buttons of the shirt around you one by one.

He played old blues and early rock records as he began breakfast. It was music that reminded you of your father.

He was a mean old man, claimed to be a devout Catholic but drank too much malt liquor, gambled away your family's wealth. An angry drunk that tormented you and your mother growing up. You drifted apart from your father as you grew older. His anger only grew as his drinking increased. He spent nearly every moment intoxicated, from dusk until dawn. Your mother was a quiet woman. She truly was devout in her religious beliefs. She adhered to strict biblical rules, took you to worship services every week; instilled her beliefs deep within your heart. Your mother wasn't necessarily a bad person like your father, but she often turned a blind eye to the horrible things he did. You resented her for her neglect growing up. When you needed her the most, she was never truly there. You never had much of a childhood. You hardly spoke to your parents after you left the home for university. In fact, you couldn't remember the last time you had spoken to them at all.

You felt your eyes water at the upsetting memories. Thoughts of your childhood were always hard to remember, you couldn't help but feel emotional. You wondered what your parents would think, knowing what your life had become, wondered if they would even truly care at all.

You watched with slick eyes at the man standing before you now. He was dressed in dark sweats that hung low around his hips. His morning hair was a perfect mess. He faced away from you, nodding his head, singing along to the lyrics of the song playing quietly while he flipped pancakes above the stove. It felt like such an inexplicably important moment, yet it was all so simple. You sniffled, bringing the sleeve of Bucky's shirt to the corner of your eyes, dispelling the tears before they had the chance to fall.

Bucky looked over his shoulder to inspect the quiet noises you were making. At your teary expression, his face immediately drew into worried control. He moved the pan away from the flame and switched off the gas burner. He was in front of you in a matter of seconds. His hands grasped either side of your face.

"What's wrong, baby?" He asked softly.

You sniffled again, feeling a small smile spread across your lips. You shook your head, unable to formulate your feelings into the right words.

His expression grew more concerned, his mouth drew into a tight line as he tried to make sense of your emotions. Your smile only widened. How could you possibly explain how you felt at that moment? Seeing him that way, completing such a simple task, singing along to an old song you used to only associate with such frightening memories. It all filled an empty space within your heart. You couldn't explain it, wouldn't know where to begin.

"I think..." You started. What was it you were thinking? "I think that I'm just, so happy." Were you happy? How could you possibly be happy here, with him? It made little sense, but it felt like the truth as it fell from between your lips. His worried expression melted. Small relief played across his face. He quickly wrapped his arms around you in a suffocating embrace. He pulled you closer towards him, sliding you on the countertop until your hips met his waist.

Everything seemed to be so perfect, and it nearly all stayed that way over the next three days. He was quickly regaining his full strength, his wounds healing at an unnatural rate. You spent your days practically attached to his hip, following him around the home as much as he would allow. You had spent so much time alone in the previous weeks, you couldn't bear the thought of spending another second away from him. You laid your head in his lap as he read you to sleep. You colored in pages, sprawled out on the plush living room rug as he prepared dinners. You had even started not to mind the small little clothing he dressed you in much anymore.

You had nearly fallen asleep in Bucky's warm bed, his arms wrapped tightly around you as they had been the past few nights. A loud alarm began to play through a device left on his nightstand. You felt him immediately tense underneath you. Your heart rate skyrocketed as he quickly moved from the bed, grabbing the device in between his hands. You watched silently as he disengaged the alarm. He read the words that played across the screen of the peculiar device. You watched as his face stiffened impossibly in calloused control. That far-off expression in his eyes hardened, you felt your hands tremble at your sides at the sight of him. His entire demeanor had changed so rapidly, it was truly terrifying to watch.

He paced around the room, throwing his clothes over his body. He grabbed a bag of what appeared to be tactical gear from a hidden compartment above his dresser. You couldn't believe that you had never noticed it there before. You couldn't help but wonder what else was hidden in the home.

He reached around your back, pulling you up into his arms. You wrapped your legs around his waist and clasped his neck. Your breathing grew uneven as that familiar feeling of dread built in your chest.

You looked up at him as he led you out of the bedroom. He slammed his bedroom door shut and slid locks back and forth until they clicked closed. Something was horribly wrong, you could feel it.

"Daddy?" Your voice escaped as a nervous whisper.

His expression remained distant, cold. It was as if he had been replaced by another person entirely. It reminded you too much of that day when he had left you just a few weeks before. His arms were wrapped securely around your lower back, his grip around you tightened. The panic inside of you built as he walked down that long hallway that led into your bedroom.

"What is it, baby?" His response was too frigid, too distant.

He unlocked the door to your bedroom and carried you inside, dimming the lights before kneeling down to set you on the bed. Your grip around him tightened, unable to let go. You didn't want to be in here; you wanted to stay with him. You couldn't understand why he was acting this way.

"No... no, please." You begged as he pulled himself away. You tried to reach back up around him, but he held your arms tightly against your side as he knelt in front of you.

He gently wiped away the tears that had begun to roll down your cheeks.

"I have to leave for work. I won't be gone long, doll. I promise." His smile didn't quite reach his eyes. You could feel yourself break at his words. Your chest shook as your sobs coursed through you. Bucky leaned forwards, planting a rough kiss against your forehead.

Before you could reach for him again, he stood, making his way back through the door. He cast a single glance over his shoulder before shutting the door hastily behind him.

You threw yourself forward, pulling desperately at the door. Your heart sunk further in your chest as you heard the lock's bolt and slide shut. You cried out, pounding at the door. You couldn't believe that you had ended up here again. You'd somehow forgotten your place; his captive, able to do what he pleases with you. Locking you away behind closed doors when he sees fit.

You felt so alone, so terrified. The walls felt as though they were closing in around you. Your despair quickly turned to rage as you look around your beautifully decorated prison. You marched through the room towards your closet, blinded by your anger. One by one, you tore things from their hangers. Threw things from their shelves, kicking at the floor.

You fell to the ground, tucking your head between your knees. Most horribly, you couldn't help the part of you that wanted him home so desperately. You couldn't understand why you still missed him so much, despite the disparaging hatred you felt at that moment. You were a disaster beyond saving. The life you lived before him was nothing more than a dream.

You weren't sure how long you sat in the middle of your room, surrounded by the mess you had made. The adrenaline had long left your body. You were consumed by your exhaustion, falling into an anxious sleep.

You were jolted awake by the loud bang of your door connecting to the adjacent wall. You felt your heart leap into your throat as you scrambled to your knees, hands shaking as they fell pathetically on top of your thighs.

You watched him stand in the doorway, still dressed in his issued armor. His chest rose and fell in rapid succession. He looked terrifying, nearly animalistic. He began to pace slowly around the room, scanning the destructive mess you had made.

He suddenly grabbed your arms from behind you. You gasped, trying and failing to pull yourself away. His grip only tightened as he pushed you towards the bed. He dropped onto the disheveled duvet, pulling you down with him. You thrashed in his arms as he pulled you to lie across his thighs. You knew what was coming next, your entire body tensed at the sound of his shallow breathing.

You felt him exhale sharply above you as he held you in place. You craned your neck up to look at him. His burning blue eyes were nearly consumed by his pupils. You were unable to speak, could hardly breathe.

He slowly dragged the back of his hand across your face, tucking your hair behind your ear. It was impossible to read his expression. His demeanor had entirely shifted since first entering the room.

"You only had to behave for me for one night, doll. I thought you knew better than this; thought you could behave better than this little girl. I only put you here to keep you safe, I knew I wouldn't be gone long." Bucky's tone was fatally soft, taunting. You felt your skin crawl. You knew he was hiding his anger under his composed exterior. It only worked to make you more nervous. Your bottom lip quivered as you nodded up at him. Your vision grew blurry as your eyes filled with tears.

"I'm... I'm sorry, daddy. I'm so sorry I misbehaved." Your heart pulled in your chest. You just wanted him to not be upset with you anymore. Your anger and resolve melted the moment he held you against his body. His metal hand slid up the back of your thigh, you shivered at his touch.

You inhaled sharply as he dragged your dress up your back, letting it gather at your waist. His fingers hooked themselves around the lace of your panties before he tore them harshly from your body. Your face burned hot as you looked down towards the floor in shame. You knew there was no use in struggling against him.

His other hand wrapped tightly around your hair, pulling your head up to face the mess of your bedroom. "You know daddy doesn't want to hurt you, princess. I need you to understand why I have to."

His metal arm swung forward, his hand slapped hard against your bare ass.

"Count." He commanded through gritted teeth, you could feel his chest heave in unsteady breaths beside you.

"One." You replied in a broken sob, your voice barely above a whisper.

His hand swung down again, this time harder than the last. The force sent you spinning. You cried out at the stinging pain.

"Louder, baby." He spoke down at you.

You nodded, mustering all the strength you could to reply, "Two."

You watched him nod in approval. His hand met your ass again with the same force, you knew it'd leave bruises and welts across your skin. You could do nothing but take it, letting the tears fall heavily down your face as you counted out your own punishment. Your body shook with each blow. You quickly became a babbling mess of apologies and tears. You were so upset with yourself, wanted nothing more than for Bucky to tell you he forgave you; tell you that everything would be okay.

You had reached fifteen total spanks before he finally slowed his movements. Your skin was on fire, your core burned from within. You were a mess, completely falling apart. He began to rub slow circles over your raw skin. You eased into the soft touch, reveling in the gentle pain.

You looked up at him, "I'm so sorry, daddy. I was so scared that you weren't going to come home. I didn't want you to leave me alone again." You tried your best to stop your tears.

His eyes met yours, his face softened, but his eyes only grew darker. His middle finger dipped lower, brushing slowly across your swollen folds. Your body trembled at his touch, your eyes snapped wildly up at him.

"I know, baby. This is why you have to trust me." His voice is raspy, drunk with something sinister. His fingers pressed against your entrance and you whined at the foreign pressure. You tried your best to keep your eyes from screwing shut, you could only nod in response.

He pulled his hand away. You could see the tip of his pointer finger glisten in the dim lighting. He held it up to your lips and prompted you to open them. You felt your core clench as his eyes devoured you, watching as you sucked his finger in blind obedience. The metal was cool in your mouth, you could taste your own arousal on your tongue. It was shameful, even when causing you pain, you could do nothing to stop the way your body reacted to him.

"You're already so wet for me. You really are a wreck, aren't you, sweetheart?" He does nothing to hide his glowering smirk.

"Yes, sir." You nod your head up at him. His hand slowly found your entrance again. He began tracing light circles over your clit. You could do nothing but arch into him, letting the soft moans spill from your lips. He's right, you're a wreck. It's so easy for him to turn you into a sopping, begging mess. He's in complete control of you.

His other hand wrapped around the sides of your face, pulling your gaze up to him. His fingers moved at a torturously slow pace. You're consumed by the heat of his actions. You quickly become a pleading mess of emotions. You're so close to the edge, praying that he'll let you fall apart for him. His middle finger moves towards your entrance again, you whimper at the pressure. You had never had anything inside of you, the new feeling completely terrifying.

Bucky paused, sensing your nerves. He gave you a moment before he resumed his movements, starting again at a significantly slower pace. His thumb found your clit once more and continued rubbing slow circles. His other hand stroked through your hair.

"Shh... It's okay, baby. Just relax." His sweet words are miles from his darkening expression. You can do nothing but obey. You willed your body to ease under his touch. You felt yourself clench and stretch around his finger.

Your breathing grew wild, your chest shook against his thighs, you were struggling to hold yourself up on your toes. He stilled his movement once his finger bottomed out inside of you.

"Fuck, you're so tight. Relax, you have to breathe for me, doll." He speaks through gritted teeth. His breathing was nearly as uneven as your own. You shifted your weight, your sore legs weakened underneath you. His finger curled downward, further into you. You cried out at the new depth. Bucky groaned above you, watching as you began to shatter below him.

He gave you a few moments to adjust to him inside of you, before slowly curling his finger down into you again. His palm pressed against your cunt. Your mind was spinning from the pain and pleasure of it all. You gradually relaxed into him, feeling yourself stretch and clench desperately around his finger. His pace grew steadily. You slowly adjusted to the new feeling. You could feel a new kind of pressure build inside of, deep within your core as his finger moved faster, curling deeper and deeper inside of you.

You could hardly differentiate between your cries and moans anymore. Your pleasure became lost within his own. Your mind was swimming, your vision became a blurred mess. Before long, you were rocking back and forth; disgracefully fucking yourself with his finger. His palm pressed more harshly against your clit, you felt yourself flutter around him.

Wet sounds filled the room, drowning out your desperate string of pleading. You could feel yourself draw closer to the edge. His free hand wrapped tightly against your throat, you struggled against his grasp to swallow the surrounding air. You turned into a mindless, begging mess. Suddenly, you felt another one of his fingers pushing at your entrance. You whined loudly at the sharp additional pressure. Soon, he was using his middle and ring fingers to torment your silken walls. You were so incredibly close to coming apart for him.

"Please, please, can I cum?" Your words drew out of you in between desperate, choked gasps.

He pulled his fingers out and smacked your ass harshly. You cried at the impact on your already abused skin.

"No. You cum when I fucking tell you to cum." His tone is sharp and edged with a threat. You could tell that he could barely keep himself together as well.

He dived back into and you screamed at the pressure of his fingers splitting you wide open to him. He found a new pace, pulling almost completely out of you before driving forward again. You had completely lost yourself, trying so desperately to hold it all together. You could think of nothing but his fingers moving skillfully in and out of you.

Every time he could feel your walls tighten and clench around him, he pulled out entirely, leaving you a sopping, ruined girl, only working to extend your punishment.

You were sure you were about to collapse, pass out from the blinding and building pleasure. His thumb found your clit again. His fingers curled downward, hitting a particularly sensitive spot inside of you. You felt yourself spasm desperately around him, you knew you were seconds away from slipping apart.

"Fuck, cum princess. Cum for me." Bucky commanded sharply above you. His permission was the last small thrust you needed.

Your orgasm ripped through you. Your eyes rolled back into your head before they involuntarily screwed shut, your vision glared white. Your ears rang as the blood rushed through your head. You felt yourself gush down your legs, making a mess of yourself and his hand. His fingers continued to pump in and out of you at a quickening pace as your walls tightened hopelessly around him. You were on fire, lit from within. The sound of your own moans and sobs were lost to Bucky's string of encouragement and praise. Your heart beat rapidly in your chest. He pulled out of you sharply and you cried at the sudden feeling of emptiness. His fingers circled relentlessly around your clit until you felt that fire building up inside of you again.

You weren't sure you were able to breathe at the moment. The overstimulation was too much to bear. You were begging him to stop while in the same breath, begging him to continue. You'd lost all rational sense. You tried your hardest to focus on his words as he spoke down to you.

"Cum again, slut. I know you can do it. Fuck, you're perfect baby. You look so beautiful like this. Such a fucking mess for me." His voice was breathless and strained. His words were practically falling out of him. They were the final push you needed to fall apart all over again. Anything to please him, at that moment you'd do anything in the world. Just for him.

You collapsed on top of him. Your legs shook unsteadily underneath you. He promptly pulled you up into the bed to fall on his chest. You were shuddering in his tight grasp. He ran his hands over your back and through your hair, trying to steady your breathing.

"Breathe baby, you did so well for me. It's okay, you're okay." He left gentle kisses across the top of your head as you slowly came back to yourself. You both stayed like that for a moment longer. Your thoughts slowed as Bucky's embrace tightened around you.

You looked up at him, placing your arms on his chest for support. "Do you forgive me, daddy?"

He sighed deeply, taking in your sincere expression, "Of course I do, doll."

You felt your heart flutter in your chest. Knowing you had pleased him, knowing he had forgiven you, was enough to calm your wired nerves. The dull ache on your backside subsided as he rubbed gentle circles across your welted skin.

You lay comfortably in his arms, feeling the aftershocks of your orgasm course through you. He held you through them all. Your smile widened, knowing he's come home to you. He'd always come home to you.

"C'mon princess, let's get everything picked up. I'll run a bath for us when we're all done." He sat up in bed, pulling you along with him.

"Okay daddy." You follow his lead. He gently guided you around the room, supporting your trembling legs, kissing you as you winced through the dulling pain. With his careful help, you were quickly able to piece together your torn apart room.

He placed your teddy in your arms and grabbed your hand, entangling his large fingers within your own. Bucky led you out of your room and you walked slowly beside him until you reached his bedroom. You released a heavy sigh, feeling yourself ease into your most favorite place in the home. He lifted you onto the cool bathroom counter. You sucked in a sharp breath at the pressure against your sore bottom.

He turned the faucet connecting to the large clawfoot bathtub before turning back towards you. You relaxed into his arms as he tenderly lifted your dress over your head, letting it fall gently to the ground. His eyes shined down at you, a soft smile spread across his lips. You stretched your arms out to him and he swiftly picked you up from the counter, cradling you tightly in his arms.

Once the tub filled, he guided you gently into the water. The relief played instantly across your face. You sunk further into the tub, watching in wonderment as he undressed; discarding his uniform in a pile next to your dress. You took count of all the new bruises and welts that marked his broad frame. He settled into the water behind you. His deep sigh rumbled against your back as his hands wrapped themselves around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer to him. You tilted your head back to rest it against his toned chest.

He grinned down at you before planting delicate kisses across the top of your head, trailing them carefully down the sides of your neck and shoulders. All the tension in your body lessened by the second.

"I'm sorry, baby." He speaks into your neck, his hands slid up your arms causing goosebumps to raise on your skin. You looked back to meet his gaze, confused by his sudden apology.

"I realize that I should have told you I'd return home soon. I understand why you were scared, I never want you to have to feel like that again. I only wanted you to feel safe while I was gone. I just..." His voice caught in his throat. His eyes grew hazy, looking past you at the tiled wall. He cleared his throat before continuing.

"There are things in the home that could... be dangerous to you..." He paused for a moment before looking back down at you. Your eyes met his expectantly. "My work, I don't have a choice when I'm called in... I have to go. I should have been more prepared, should have explained to you I would be home soon. I wish you knew how much it hurts me to have to leave you."

Your heart swelled at this new vulnerability from him.

"I didn't have enough time to... I just had to put you somewhere I knew you would be safe while I was gone. If anything were to happen to you- if you were to be hurt in any way..." Your breath caught in your throat as you stared up at him. You could see plainly how difficult it was for him to be so open, could watch the way he began to shut down while trying to explain his emotions.

You reached your hand up to rest against the side of his face. His eyes flitted down towards you as he sucked in a sharp breath.

"It's okay daddy, I'm okay. I promise." Your voice was just above a whisper. His beautiful blue eyes flashed down to meet yours. He quickly grabbed your face between his hands, pulling you into a gentle kiss. You softened into him. It was so passionate, so delicately intimate.

He pulled away, a smile plastered across his lips. You both reveled in the small moment of silence that passed between you before he spoke again.

"I've loved you since the moment I first saw you. You're the light of my entire life. My single saving grace. I'd do anything to keep you safe, sweetheart." His words were so soft, entirely off-kilter.

You felt your heart stop in your chest; the breath forced from your lungs. Had he truly just confessed he had loved you this entire time? Of course, how could a man as ruined as him show his love in any other way?

"You love me?" You spoke in tender bewilderment.

His smile only widened, the light behind it reaching the entirety of his eyes. "With my souls entirety; with everything that's left of it. "

His words lit a fire within the deepest parts of your spirit. Your mind raced violently, trying to calm the wild beating of your own heart. Love was such a difficult theme in your life. You had never truly felt loved before, neglected and used by the ones meant to love you the most. No one had ever professed their love for you in such ardent honesty.

No one, no one but him. You had dreams of finding love, being loved by someone- by anything, over the entirety of life. You had nearly grown content with never finding it.

Is this what love is? When you had imagined love in your childhood, you had never imagined it in this form of devotion. You held childlike dreams of love; a prince, a white knight, a savior, an out of reach fairy tale. Now the villain of those fairy tales sat before you, professing his love. Maybe this was your own destined fairy tale coming to fruition. A dark and twisted fantasy. But remarkably, he felt like your savior, in his own way. Could you love him? Love a man like him?

He could be so intimidating, so abjectly terrifying at times. But maybe you could hold on to the tender moments, the moments of overwhelming kindness he shared with you. Hold on to small moments of gentle compassion. All you had to do was obey, live to serve him, live to love him. Trust him above all, that he lived in return to provide for you, protect you, worship and praise you. This felt like love, love you could share with him.

"I..." you began, the words spilled from your lips. "I love you too, Bucky." It felt more truthful at that moment than anything you had expressed in the entirety of your life. His real name felt foreign on your tongue. Before you had the chance to second guess yourself, his hands wrapped tightly against the small frame of your face.

His lips crashed against yours. Blind passion, with the ferocity and hunger of a starved man. You felt his hunger spread across the deepest parts of your own soul. You met his passion in devout prayer. If this was what love felt like, you'd chase this high until your dying breath. You'd let him pull your last breath from your disparaged and wanton lungs, just to please him. Just to feel this love.

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vladawriteshasmovedaccounts · 3 years ago

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Bucky’s Baby Girl

Word Count: 5,500+

Somewhat revised & reposted one-shot; (Will now be continued on AO3 & @vladajwrites)

major tw’s!! NSFW, Filthy Smut, Age Gap, Stalking, Kidnapping, Dubious Consent, DD/LG Dynamics, 18+ Only!!! (pictures are not mine, please message for removal!)

Also posted to AO3 here, xx

Summary;

Featuring Bucky Barnes and you the reader. Desperate to please, Stockholm syndrome reader. DD/LG relationship. Protective and dominant Bucky. He’d do anything for his baby girl, all he truly wants is to keep her safe from the dangers of the outside of the world. Your beauty and naive nature are what can’t keep him away from you. Stalking, kidnapping, dubious consent. He’ll do whatever it takes to break you in, make you his own well-trained cock loving whore. He worships your very existence.

"C'mere, princess." His tone dropped as he called to you.

Your legs tremble underneath you as you squirm, your heel catching and rubbing against your most sensitive spot, eliciting a soft whimper. He catches your gaze, eyes narrowing, growing darker by the second. He looks so terrifying like this, his face drawn in shrewd control. The muscles in his neck and shoulders ripple as his jaw rolls, his fist clenched by his side. Each second you stay in place, the more his frustration with you builds.

You're wearing the sheer baby pink slip dress he had left out for you to wear. Frilled socks of the same color are pulled up past your ankles. White cotton eyelet panties fit snugly across your ass. You were kneeling at the foot of your bed, hands placed precisely on top of your thighs, just the way he had taught you.

He had been attempting to break you in properly for weeks now. It was hard to imagine how life had ended up this way for you, hard to imagine your life before this all. You were a student at a small catholic women's university studying classic literature. You never had many friends, your parents were distant and uninvolved, but you had a life. A life you were content to live. You remember the night that everything had changed quite remarkably. Looking back at the weeks leading up to your abduction, you now realize they were filled with warning signs that something terrible was bound to happen. Things were misplaced and missing in your small apartment. You couldn’t shake the near constant feeling of being watched, studied from afar.

It was a Friday night in early spring. The weather just barely warm, just as you loved it. You had returned home late from the library to find a bottle of wine and a large bouquet on your doorstep. You had picked them up and held them close in your arms as you entered your apartment.

There was a note left with your presents as well. "For you, my love, I'll see you soon."

You sighed happily, knowing who it must be from. There was a new boy you had been seeing, Oliver. You had met him just a few months before at a local coffee shop. He seemed kind and smart; you had never had a boyfriend before and he was in some ways what you had always imagined to be the perfect partner. He seemed attentive and soft-spoken and respectful, had barely held your hand in shared quiet moments. You didn’t even think twice about the lack of physical affection; you believed you wanted to take things slow. You had expressed this early on; you had never even had your first kiss. You held yourself to a high standard, were a God adoring girl, had plans to save yourself for marriage.

You had thought about your first kiss, your first time. You believed you could share those experiences with a man like Oliver. When you saw the presents left at your door, you thought you'd melt, believing them to be from your sweet boyfriend. Your smile widened as you uncorked the bottle, pouring the dark cherry wine into a crystal glass. You didn't drink often but enjoyed a glass or two occasionally. You drank your first glass quite quickly and poured yourself another shortly after. As you set your glass down on the bathroom counter, you stripped from your jumper and turned on the shower. You hadn't made plans with Oliver that night, but the note had stated that he'd see you soon and you wanted to be ready for him if he were truly coming over. You had been having the most delicious sinful thoughts, and while you knew you would not go all the way with him just yet, you figured you could blissfully get away with smaller touches. Your body had grown desperate for them in recent weeks.

Your head grew fuzzy as you stood under the running water of your shower, lathering rose-scented soap across your body. It felt incredible. Your hands drew circles across your bare skin. You swayed back and forth, humming happily. But the fuzzy feeling quickly grew stronger. You knew you were somewhat of a lightweight, but this was something different. An unfamiliar feeling, completely. Your heart raced as your movements slowed. Your vision grew spotted. You stumbled back into the shower wall, grasping it for supper until you could no longer hold the weight of yourself, and slid towards the ground. Your chest heaved in panic as your limbs grew increasingly heavy.

Just then, you heard the front door of your apartment creak open and sighed in relief. It was Oliver, surely, he'd be able to help. You tried to call to him but your voice was lost to the running water. Terror struck you then as you remembered you had locked and dead-bolted the front door, as you always did. You were always taught to be extra cautious as a young girl, living all alone. You knew Oliver did not have a key. You were frozen, your vision grew increasingly dark. You saw him then, for the first time, a tall, broad figure stood in the doorway of your bathroom. There were no distinguishing features in your constant state. Everything went dark as you drifted off into a forced slumber.

You awoke in a dimly lit room, entirely unfamiliar to you. It was decorated in light ivory shades with pink and lilac accents. It looked almost like a small child's room, with stuffed animals and a closet full of frilly soft clothing that reminded you of your own childhood. If your surrounding weren't entirely unfamiliar to you, it would have been almost comforting. You felt yourself panic, trying to remember exactly how you had gotten there. You were dressed in a white lace nightgown, completely bare underneath. You were struck with horror as you recalled your last memories. You realized you had surely been drugged- and that strange man. Your head spun as your heart sunk in your chest. You threw the bedcovers from your body, standing on unsteady feet. You searched desperately around the room for an escape. You had to get out of this place you now found yourself in. There were no windows and only two doors. One led into a bathroom just as extravagant as the bedroom and the other was locked, bolted shut. You pulled at the door for what seemed like hours. Tears streaked across your face. You had nearly torn the entire room apart before collapsing back on the bed. You sobbed into your duvet cover, grabbing the fabric between your fists. You couldn't believe that this was happening

Just then, the door to your prison swung open, hitting the wall next to it. You whimpered in terror, sitting up and cowering against the wall in the corner of your bed. You drew your knees in tight to your chest, your eyes wide and wild, waiting to see the person on the other side. A man walked through the door and turned towards you. You recognized him instantly as the man you must have seen in your bathroom. He was incredibly tall, broad, and muscular in every way. He had rugged features, a mess of dark hair. And most strikingly, he had a shining metal arm. The winter soldier. It all clicked together at that moment. Of course, you recognized him. He was an Avenger after all. But what could he possibly want with you? You were horrified to find the answer to that question.

His face was set and stern as he scanned the room, noticing the things you had thrown from their carefully positioned places. As the first tear rolled down your cheek, you felt yourself shake as he huffed in anger. You had to be strong. You had to pull your thoughts together, as this may be your only chance of escape. Maybe if you were quick enough, you could slip by him- find a way out.

He turned to look at you then; you watched his face soften incrementally as he scanned your features. You felt frozen under his gaze. He moved to take a step towards you, and you felt your lip quiver against your own will. You pressed your back against the wall, drawing your legs in closer defensively. He almost looked hurt by your act of mistrust.

You mustered all the courage that you could possibly find in that second, fearing that your life now hung in the balance. You threw yourself forward, attempting to reach through the gap between him and the now open doorway. Before you could make it an inch past him, you felt a cold force wrap around your upper body, forcefully slamming you against the adjacent wall. You cried out in pain as your head connected with the wall.

"Let me go!" You cried out as your vision was blinded by your own tears.

You heard him tsk as his body enveloped yours against the wall.

"Oh, I've waited too long to get you here, princess. I'm not letting you go now." You felt the flesh of his other hand slide up the side of your body until it met softly with your cheek. You shivered in disgust, refusing to meet his eyes as he positioned your face to look up to his own.

"Look at me." He commanded, his tone edged with calculated calm aggression. You shook your head violently against his grasp in an attempt to free yourself. His grip only tightened until you were forced to look up at him. The sight of him above you filled you with dread.

"See? Was that so hard?" A wicked grin spread across his lips, which only furthered your anger. You spat in his face, feeling your chest heave. His sly grin quickly transformed into one of pure rage, unlike anything you had seen before. You knew instantly that you had messed up, horribly.

His metal arm that held you still against the wall quickly found its way wrapped around your throat. He pulled your feet from the ground, cutting off your airway. Your hands wrapped desperately around his arm, trying to pull yourself away as you struggled to breathe.

He pulled you over to your bed, throwing you onto your stomach before pulling you to lie over his knee. He hiked your dress above your waist leaving your most private areas exposed to him. You inhaled sharply, squirming in his grasp. It was useless, his strong grip around you left you unable to escape. You cried out as his hand met your bare ass.

"Do you think I want to hurt you?" He hissed through gritted teeth as his hand connected with your exposed skin again.

The resounding smack filled the room. You cried out again, "Please, stop!" Your pleading only seemed to escalate his anger.

You winced as his hand made contact again, this time harder than the last. "You will learn to obey me." He continued, "First lessons, you attempt to leave me again, disrespect me again, I promise you, your punishment will be far more severe than this."

The next few weeks were full of lessons. He must only be addressed in a certain way. He was sir but he preferred daddy. The latter felt demoralizing and filthy to say but you obliged, he was nicer to you on days you used that specific word. There was to be absolutely no talking back, you must do what he orders without contest. “Daddy knows what’s best for his little girl. ”You see him most mornings when you first wake but almost each day he disappears for work. You can’t help but worry each time leaves. What if he were to be injured? Or worse, killed? Would anyone be able to find you in his absence? Was anyone searching for you at all? You knew his work was dangerous. You saw more of him on days that he came home especially hurt. Every time he was away he’d leave behind a long list of things you must do. He dictates what you wear, what you eat, what you can and cannot do. He is your life now.

You learned that he had been watching you for months; he had been consumed by your very existence since that day he had seen you in the park. He remembers it perfectly. You were wearing your favorite white sundress, splayed out in the grass under the cool fall sun. Your nose buried in a book. He told you how he knew that very instant that he would make you his, you would become his entirely. He tried to let things happen naturally, but you had begun seeing Oliver shortly after. He told you how he had watched him sleeping with multiple other women over the short course of your relationship. He knew that he would be the one to save you, keep you protected from disgusting men like him, from all the evils in the world. He loved that you had never been properly touched by another man, knew that you had hardly even touched your own body. In his mind you were pure, perfect, his little girl, his entire world.It was a sick and twisted fantasy. You couldn’t comprehend how a man, regarded a hero by most of the world, could accomplish something so entirely deranged.

He told you from the very first day that you would learn to beg to be rewarded by him, live to please only him. You would soon forget about any life you ever had before him. He was to be the entirety of your new life. You were to live and breathe for him only.

Days you behaved to his high standards were days that you are “rewarded.” It started with small touches. You detested the way your body reacted to him. You quickly became consumed by the thought of just being close to him. It was humiliating. You couldn't lie to yourself, he was so incredibly beautiful in a rough rigid sort of way. You amounted your involuntary reactions to him by being so incredibly touch starved, missing the outside world desperately. You only aimed to please him because his punishments for missteps and disobedience were too horrible. But even then, punishments meant even the smallest human interactions.

You couldn't explain why you had become eager for his return each day, eager to show him how you had behaved for him. You didn't understand why even the smallest amounts of praise from him made your heart skip a beat. His gaze of approval made something in your very soul stir. You remember being taught about the effects of Stockholm syndrome in your university's psychology course. That's what these feelings must be, that's all they could be. You knew the faster he trusted your blind obedience, the sooner you would be able to properly plan your escape.

The dream of your grand escape pushed you out of your ridiculous and demoralizing pink frilly bed each and every morning. It was what prompted you to complete his tasks each and every day. Today was no different. You had no genuine sense of how long you had been there. He refused to let you keep track of the days.

You had spent today following the instructions he had given you in the morning. Most of which involved strict guidelines you were required to follow to take care of your physical appearance. You bathed in the way he instructed, styled your hair the way he liked, wore the clothes he had picked for you. You colored in the books he had given you, kept the stuffed teddy he had gifted you at your side at all times. He infantilized you in a way you couldn't comprehend. It all felt incredibly sinful and immoral. But then again, he seemed the embodiment of sin.

You were laying on your bedroom floor, flipping through the pages of a children’s fantasy novel you had read now a dozen times. You heard the locks on your door begin to clatter. Your heart rate immediately skyrocketed knowing he would enter the room at any moment. You grabbed your teddy and quickly shuffled onto your knees at the foot of the bed. You knelt in the way he had taught you to welcome him in. Seated on your knees, your hands laid carefully across your upper thighs, your eyes towards the ground until he addresses you.

Your breath hitched in your throat when you heard the door begin to creak open. From your peripherals, you carefully scanned the floor until you could see him standing on the other side of the room.

"Have you been a good girl for me today, doll?" He asked. You looked up at him and nodded your head. You knew the question was practically rhetorical. There were cameras all around your room, he would know instantly if you stepped out of line.

"Use your words." His face was set in stern control.

"Yes, sir." You corrected yourself softly. His lips twitched up into a smirk. You felt yourself relax under his approval.

"You've been such a good girl for me lately. I think you deserve to be rewarded." His eyes glinted as they scanned your frame. The dress he had left for you to wear today was practically see-through. You knew his gaze was eating your almost naked body alive. You knew he had seen you completely naked before, but couldn't help but feel embarrassed by his lingering eyes.

He was the first man to have ever seen your naked body. He was the first man for a lot of things. Your first kiss, your first intimate touch. He had brought you to your very first orgasm just days before. He only used his finger, never entering inside of you, only using them to torment your clit until you were begging for release. You hated yourself for it, but after being edged for days on end, you were desperate for it, practically going mad at the very thought of it. He would bring you so incredibly close for days on end, but each time refuse to grant release. That first orgasm was earth-shattering, leaving you spinning for minutes after. Convulsing and shuttering for hours from the aftershocks. It left you feeling so incredibly dirty; you were quickly becoming consumed by the sinful nature of your actions. You hated yourself for the dirty thoughts you had about him. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn't stop them.

He had gone back to relentlessly edging you for the past few days. You were forbidden to touch yourself to relieve the knots that had formed deep inside your core. And now he offers a reward for your obedient behavior. Could this be the relief you've been craving?

"C'mere, princess." His tone dropped as he called to you.

"Yes, daddy." You begin to stand.

"No, crawl to me." He directs your course of action. You nod silently, falling to your knees again. Obeying is the only choice you have. You bring yourself on all fours, moving slowly in front of him before assuming your previous position of subservience at his feet.

"Look up at me, princess, I want you to straddle my boot." You look up at him, confused. His eyes darken impossibly at your lack of knowledge of what's coming next.

"Yes, sir." You're unsure of yourself as you move, sliding one leg on each side of his right foot. His boot shined tauntingly underneath you. You hover above him, looking up to meet his eyes.

He places his hands on your shoulders and you shudder at his touch. He pushes you down quickly so that your clit is now resting on the toe of his polished boot. You fall forward at the sudden movement, your arms instinctively reach out and clasp themselves around his upper thigh to steady yourself. He groaned in response. You quickly shift to remove your arms, but he grabs them and holds them tightly against himself.

"Don't move your arms, baby, keep them just like that." His voice is rough and breathless.

You wrap your arms tighter around his thigh, reminding yourself to obey, desperate to please to avoid punishment. The toe of his boot lifts from the ground, pressing itself harshly against your clit. You can't hold back to moan from the sudden pressure. He smirks down at you, you can't help but acknowledge how incredible he looks standing above you like this.

"Now roll your hips forward baby, you're going to fuck yourself with my boot." His demand is sharp and stern as his eyes devour you.

You nervously roll your hips forward like he had instructed you to do. The additional pressure this movement adds to your already throbbing cunt made you shudder. You feel your eyes flutter closed as you roll your hips again.

"Shit, just like that, princess, keep going." His hands slide up to grasp your hair in a tight fist, fixing your head up towards him.

You obey, starting slowly, but quickly that desperate feeling builds itself in your core. You can't help but quicken your pace, desperate to reach your release. You can feel the tears begin to prick in your eyes as his toe presses roughly against your clit. It's painful and humiliating but at the same time, it's the only thing satiating the pleasure consuming your body.

"You look so beautiful like this, doll." You can't help the blush that spreads across your face at his compliment. "Such a perfect little slut for me." The first tears roll down your cheek. You can't stand being called that, but it's true, that's all you are. His perfectly trained slut.

Your head spins as your vision starts to blur. That feeling in your core growing by the second until you're sloppily bouncing back and forth against his boot. You can feel yourself dripping through your cotton panties. You're completely unable to control the sounds escaping from your lips.

"Look at you, dumb baby, fucking yourself senseless on my boot." His voice is increasingly dark, his grip on your hair tightens. He moves one of his hands to grasp at the sides of your face, his thumb tracing the outline of your lips.

"Open." He commands, pushing his thumb between your lips. You open your lips, letting his thumb rest on your tongue. You know your obedience is the only thing that may grant your desperate release.

"Suck." He prompts. You close your lips tightly around his thumb and suck in harshly, hallowing your cheeks. He groans loudly, pushing the top of his boot further against your clit. You cry out at the sudden pressure. Tears leave your face slick.

You can feel yourself clench desperately around nothing, feeling terribly empty. You know you're close to cumming.

"Do you wanna cum, princess?" His question nearly sends you over the edge. You grasp desperately around his thigh, nodding your head, his thumb still between your lips.

He withdraws his hand from around your face and slaps you harshly. You cry out at the impact, your vision spinning. "Use your words, beg, little girl." His hand quickly finds its way around your throat.

You try desperately to form the words needed for your impending orgasm. His grip around your throat tightens. "Please... Please daddy, let me cum. Please, I need to cum. Daddy, please, please." You manage to gasp out.

He exhales sharply, a wicked smile spreading across his beautiful face at the state he's put you in. He knows he's in complete control. "Cum for me, princess."

His words are the final push you need. You fall completely over the edge. Wrecked by your orgasm, it's all-consuming. You feel it spread throughout your entire body. Your toes curl underneath you as you throw your head back against his grasp. As your chest heaves forward, your arms tighten desperately around his leg. Your vision grows spotted until you’re only seeing stars. Your legs quiver and shake uncontrollably underneath you. You can hardly hold yourself together. Your moans turn to sobs as you ride out your high. You're sure you'd collapse on the spot if it weren't for his grasp on your throat and his hand tangled through your hair.

The sounds of his moans become lost within your own. He gives you a few seconds to compose yourself before he speaks again.

"Fuck, you did so perfectly for my baby." He moves your arms away from his legs, wrapping his hand around your wrist. He guides your hand to the hard bulge that formed against his tightening jeans. You gasp at the size of him. He had never had you touch him there before. You had seen him hard before underneath his pants but had never felt it. You assumed he was large from the just imprint of his erection alone, but now, as he guides your hand to stroke the entire length of him, you can't help but slacken at the full size of him.

"Look at what you do to me." He speaks breathlessly down at you as your eyes widen in shock.

"C’mere, I'm going to teach you how to make daddy cum, princess." You shudder at the thought of seeing him fully exposed. You had never seen another man's cock, let alone touched one. You had no idea what he would have you do. Your post-orgasm haze was quickly replaced with anxious terror. He could see your change of demeanor and inhaled sharply. Your complete innocence only seemed to turn him on more.

"I'm not going to hurt you, baby, I promise." He muttered now, helping you reposition yourself so that you now sat between his legs, your knees close together. You nodded timidly, unsure what would come next. You were suddenly nervous that you would be unable to please him, terrified of what he would do if you failed.

"Unbuckle my belt." He instructed you and you promptly followed his command. Your fingers shook as you began to work the buckle of his belt loose. As soon as you unbuckled his belt, he reached down and undid the button of his jeans, pulling down his zipper.

His boxers were a deep blue, nearly matching the shade of his denim jeans. "Don't be nervous, baby. Pull them down." You reached for the hem of his boxer and dragged them until his cock was free, your hands feather-light against his upper thighs. It sprang up towards his stomach. He pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his toned stomach and chest underneath. You shuddered at the full sight of him. You noticed for the first time the deep scars that ran across his bare abdomen. It was too much to bear. He looked too strong, too capable to inflict pain. He held too much power in his form alone.

He smirked at your dazed expression. You felt your core clench at the sight before you. It was all too intimidating. He was too large. You grew even more nervous, unsure of what he would have you do next. The tip of his cock glistened with precum.

"Don't be scared doll, we're going to start off slow. I'll guide you through it." He reached for your hand again and intertwined his finger within your own.

He guided your hands to the head of his cock. He wrapped your hand around his upper shaft. He was warm and impossibly hard under your touch. You heard him draw in a sharp breath at the contact. He moved your fingers upwards, collecting the precum under your fingers, and guided the liquid around his shaft. He slowly began to move your hands up and down the length of himself. You stared up at him in awe, watching the way his calloused demeanor began to melt as he worked carefully. His low groans vibrated through his body, causing you to tremble. Your entwined hands moved quicker around the length of himself. You could feel the veins that wrapped themselves around his cock pulse and contract at your quickening pace. Your bottom lip quivered in response.

"Fuck, just like that." He let go of your hand and you continued the twisting and quickening motion.

He threw his head back, a loud moan escaping from his lips. His hands found themselves wrapped tightly around your hair again.

"Spit on it." He instructed through gritted teeth. You looked up at him nervously. His pupils had grown so dark they had almost consumed the entirety of his irises. You looked back down at his cock and collected your spit on the tip of your tongue before letting it fall between your lips onto the head of his cock. His moans grew ragged and breathless as you collected the spit between your fingers and worked it along the length of him.

"Like this, daddy?" You asked up nervously.

"Shit, just like that, baby girl, keep going. You're going to make daddy cum." His words made your heart swell, your breath caught in your throat. You could feel your cunt clench tightly, desperate to please. Your own arousal was now dripping down your inner thighs. You were completely lost in the heat of it all.

You quickened your pace, bringing your other hand up to encircle the bottom half of his cock. Even using both of your hands, you were unable to cover the entire length of him.

"Fuck..." His moans reverberated throughout the room at the additional pressure. You couldn’t help the small smile that crept its way across your face.

"I'm so close, baby. Open your mouth wide for me." You were unsure why he made the command but followed blindly, anyway. You parted your lips wide, leaving your tongue bare for him.

His strong metal hand wrapped tightly against the back of your head, effectively pinning you in place. His other hand moved to his cock, pushing your hands away in the process. You let them fall to your sides as you looked up in nervous anticipation at the man who was now stroking himself harshly in front of you. His moans escaped in sinfully rapid breaths, cursing a violent string of obscenities.

"Keep your lips open wide, stick your tongue out, princess." You didn’t understand his request but obliged unquestioningly.

Then suddenly, his whole body shook, the muscles in the core of his stomach contracted and flexed harshly. You felt his warm release coat your tongue. It was salty and strangely sweet, unlike anything you had tasted before. There was so much of it, rope after rope hit the back of your throat, you began to choke and gag on it all. You wanted to close your mouth, spit it out onto the floor, but instead sat in stunned compliance.

"Shut your mouth and swallow, all of it." He grunted through gritted teeth. You could see the relief of his orgasm play across his face.

You followed his command. Choking down the large sticky load. He fell to his knees in front of you, struggling to regain his composure. His arms wrapped tightly around you and you could do nothing but sink into the embrace. You felt humiliated, disgusted by your own compliance. But at the same time, you couldn't escape from the swelling sense of pride that grew in your chest. You could still feel the aftershocks of your own orgasm coursing through you. The relief that you were able to please him quickly became your presiding emotion, washing away the guilt of the sin you had just committed.

You both stayed like that for a moment longer before he stood, lifting you effortlessly into his strong arms, pulling you close to his chest. You couldn't help but wrap your arms around his neck for support. You nuzzled your head into the crook of his neck, inhaling the entrancing scent of him. He guided you both into your bed, gently laying you down before finding his place beside you. You were too exhausted to protest the close proximity. He lay behind you, encircling his powerful arms around your frame. He completely enveloped you, pulling your duvet around you both. Your legs and arms felt heavy as led and grew increasingly sore from the exertion. He placed feather-light kisses across the expanse of your neck and shoulders. Your heart fluttered at the sudden and unfamiliar display of intimacy.

"Did I do a good job, daddy?" The question escaped your lips before you could give it a second thought. Your tone was soft and foreign to you.

You could feel his smile widen against your shoulder.

"Better than good baby, you were completely perfect." The tone of his response was impossibly comforting, entirely new to you.

You couldn't help but happily hum in response. You quickly drifted off into a comfortable, entirely exhausted and spent sleep.

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