#dark mcu

His hands, gently calloused, cradled your face—admiring every feature sculpted in your peaceful slumber. Your room was cloaked in darkness, the somber night resting quietly—yet the moon peeked through your curtains, casting silver light upon you like brushstrokes on a canvas. You were the universe’s muse, his muse.

He knelt at the side of your bed, not out of mere admiration, but reverence. As if you were a Goddess—because to him, you were. From your words, your voice, your beauty, your soul—everything. You had this uncanny way of pulling him from the void and into something gentle. Something hopeful.

But who could have known—Bob Reynolds was a nobody. The world never gave him space to breathe. He was overlooked, shoved aside like a ghost wandering in daylight. His life whispered that he was no-good, a mistake, forgotten. All but you—you looked at him like he mattered. You spoke to him like he was seen. You made him believe that perhaps, for once, he wasn't broken. You were the light in the pitch. His clarity. His pulse.

His eyes roamed over you, not with hunger—but with awe, tracing the poetry in your stillness. Fingers brushed from your cheek to your hand. Your skin—soft, celestial. And in his mind bloomed the tender dream of you and him, where affection was mutual, and love was allowed. He longed to kiss you gently, to gift you with a thousand small devotions.

His eyes never sought anyone else. The first time you said his name, he memorized it like a hymn. It nestled in his memory like warm verses. Others said his name like it was a burden—but you, you spoke it like a song. Like it meant something. Your voice was heaven’s echo, even in sorrow. Especially in sorrow. Even when tears painted your cheeks and you trembled against him—he swore your voice could calm storms.

But truly, everything about you was like that—extraordinary.

And he wished—no, prayed—that maybe he could be special too.

But hell—who was he kidding? He was just a ghost in your orbit. The moon never shone for him. Even so close to you, light refused to grace him. And maybe that’s why his longing turned sharp, desperate. Because if he could not have the sun, he would become the night that holds it. If he could not bask in your light—maybe, just maybe—he could be the eclipse to your moon.

Creep, radiohead.

First time making a blurb, kinda nervous

I don't like the way I made this, not used to this kind of writing (which I believe is called blurb?? Educate me chat) and this was so rushed istg, I'm a really slow writer as u can see guys, so apologies in advance if this isn't good!!

Killing someone isn’t that hard. It’s the build up that’s hard. Buying the gun, planning the murder perfectly, coming up with a story. That’s the hard part. But, pulling the trigger on the fuckers who have been torturing you for years? No, that’s the best part. Two shots and the stress and pain that plagued your life is now gone. Both of them, bleeding out on the carpet.

Your story was simple, you were acting in self defense. The call to the police 5 minutes prior secured you a good motive, along with the many bruises that decorated your body.

Their funeral was short. Not many in attendance, just you and the officer that responded to the call, officer Sam Wilson. He was your comfort. After everything he offered to drive you to work, help you move into a new place, and asked if you’d like to accompany him on a coffee date.

He was perfect. The complete contrast to the two men who you’d called your lovers in the past. Two years later and you and Sam had tied the knot. A year later and you had welcomed home a little girl named Valentina Anne Wilson. Two years after that another girl named Salem Margot Wilson, then one year after that a boy named Samuel Tennessee Wilson. Your life was perfect, and 10 years later you couldn’t even remember Steve or Bucky.

~

“Bye daddy!” You and your kids waved bye to your husband as he went off to work. He’d started working night shifts on the weekends to help out more at the station. That was your husband, the ever helping man. Those were one of the reasons you loved him

You kissed him goodbye as he promised to see you guys in the morning. You watched him drive away into the Saturday night as you shut the door before locking it. 

“Alright, kiddos, what are we going to do tonight?” Saturdays were movie nights after having game nights on Fridays. 

“Scary movie!” Valentina ran to the back then came back down the hallway, holding a DVD pack.

“Night of the Living Dead?” It was an old movie, probably in Sam’s old collection, but you were still nervous your kids were too young. “I don’t know, V, Sammy is still only 7.”

“In a half.”

“In a half,” you correct yourself. 

“Pleaseee, we can all handle it!” Salem looked at you with puppy dog eyes that she got from her father. They always broke you. 

“Oh alright, but only if you guys promise to close your eyes when I say and tell me when you get scared.”

“We promise!” You smiled at your kids. They definitely got their horror movie love from their father, you’d much rather curl up with a good romcom. Ice cream, tears, and girls walking away from hot guys because they were too good for their six packs was a cocktail for a good night if anyone asked you. 

Your kids grabbed blankets, pillows, and snacks as they gathered around the TV. You popped some popcorn for yourself before curling up in a blanket burrito on the sofa before starting the movie.

~

You wake up to find yourself still on the living room couch. The screen was blank illuminated with the home screen of the movie begging you to hit “play.” 

Your kids are huddled together asleep, and you decide to leave them. Waking them up to put them to bed rarely worked in your favor. Once they were up, they were up.  

You stretch your limbs as you stand up, making your way to the bedroom you shared with your husband. You slip into bed before shutting your eyes, trying to return back to sleep. 

Your relaxation didn’t last long, for you heard a sound outside. You opened your eyes and checked the clock near your bed. The numbers screamed 3:00am in red at you. The sound couldn’t be Sam, he didn’t get home until 7am.

You were about to lay back down, concluding the noise was your imagination, until you heard it again. It sounded like dragging on pavement. You got up and went to your window, looking out onto your driveway. You saw nothing, your street was empty save for the street lights that illuminated the surrounding areas. Damn raccoons. 

You once again climbed back into bed and decided to ignore any more noise, the animals that surrounded your neighborhood got into the garbage all the time at night with no plans of stopping. 

You continued to turn in bed several times, not able to get comfortable. You felt watched. You knew it was impossible, nobody was outside your window and nobody was in your room. You just could shake the paranoid feeling.

Then, you heard it. Breathing in the corner of your room. You keep your eyes closed, trying to slow down your breathing and heart so you still look asleep. You prayed the intruder would come closer to you rather than walk outside to your children. 

You felt their movement as they inched closer and closer to you, you prepared to kick or punch as hard as you could before running to get the gun hidden in the closet. The gun you had used 10 years prior.

You felt a hand wrap around your ankle and your eyes flung open. You kicked with your other leg, hearing a loud grunt as your foot came into impact with something. You drew your ankle from the hand as you rolled from the bed to the floor, crawling up as you made your way to the closet. 

When you got there however, you saw a figure standing there. You heard them cock the gun and you put your hands up in surrender. “Please, you can take whatever you want. Just please don’t hurt my kids.”

The figure didn’t move, and you couldn’t see them in the dark. You start backing up slowly, but stop when you hear more breathing behind you. There were two of them. Shit. You turn slowly and gasp at what you see.

“Steve?” The man who stood behind you was no doubt your ex lover, the one you killed a decade ago. Only now, his face was pale and looked to be decaying. He smelled awful and his eye sockets and cheekbones looked sullen and black. What the fuck was happening?

Just then the man in front of you stepped into the light coming from the window. There you saw Bucky, the other lover you killed. He smelled like Steve and looked similar to him. His clothes looked dirtier than Steve’s, but they both looked like they crawled in the dirt before coming here. You could even see bugs in their hair and clothes. 

“B-Bucky? H-how?” You back away from both men, looking at the closed door of your bedroom. All you have to do is keep them from leaving the room. Hopefully Sam was sent home early. Hopefully.

“Hey, Doll,” Bucky said, never lowering the gun, “Miss us?”

“But, you’re both dead.”

“Cause you killed us?” Steve spoke up. You couldn’t say anything, just nodded. After murder, you’re not supposed to see their face again. This wasn’t high school, where you stole somebody’s boyfriend and you had to see them in the hallway later. Murder ends it all. It’s over after the gun is shot.

“Not anymore.” Bucky chuckled at your fearful eyes. Steve looked around your room. His eyes landed on the wedding photo on the wall, then he looked to your left hand where your rings lived. 

“So, you’re married.”

“What’s going on?” This made no sense. The dead don’t just get to walk again.

“And you have kids.” Bucky finishes. Your heart drops. 

“Don’t hurt them, please. They’re innocent in all this, I’m the one you want.”

“You’ve got that right!” Bucky raised his voice a bit, scaring you. 

“Okay, okay. Calm down, just tell me what you want” If your kids woke up, no doubt they’d come in. You couldn’t trust the men who hurt you for years to not give the same treatment to your kids.

“We want what we had 10 years ago.” You blinked your eyes as you looked at the two men before you.

“I thought it was crazy, trying to track you down after all this time. But, Bucky kept saying the same thing over and over. What was it Buck?”

Steve turned to face Bucky, and his friend smiled at him. “No grave can hold my body down, I’ll crawl home to her.” Steve nodded in remembrance, and your blood ran as cold as their dead skin looked. 

“Okay.” You swallow thickly. You didn’t know what they meant. “Are you going to kill me?”

“We should,” Steve said angrily, “After the pain you caused us.” Pain you caused them? They had to be joking. 

“Why’d you do it, Doll? Why’d you ruin our perfect family?” You turned to Bucky as sadness grew on his dead face. 

“You both hurt me. So much.” Your eyes started to get blurry as tears escaped your eyes. Suppressed memories flooded back to you, years of counseling down the drain as your nightmares came back to you in the worst way possible. You had to be dreaming. 

“We had to,” Steve reasoned, “You know that, Doll. You had to learn to be a good girl. We had gotten so far, we were almost there. Then you ruined it.” He took a step closer to you. “You’ve been a bad girl.”

Your eyes widened with fear as you shook your head. “No, you hurt me. You tricked me into your house and you subject me to torture for years. It still haunts me to this day, what you put me through. Don’t you realize that?”

Bucky and Steve both scoffed before Bucky spoke. “You’re still a brat.”

Your eyes stung as you started to feel frustrated. You had to take deep breaths to keep from saying something that could get you or your family killed right now.

“Okay. So what now, are you going to try to make your perfect family again? It’s impossible, you’re both dead.”

“That’s what you think, Doll.”

Steve reached for you, his hand was icy and clammy. His touch made your skin crawl as he pulled you closer to him. Your skin erupted in goosebumps as your bodies touched. Steve dipped his head into your hair and breathed in deeply making you stiffen up.

“God, you smell so much better than the shit we were in,” Steve laughs to himself. His hands travel south until they reach your ass. He squeezed down on the soft flesh that rested below your soft PJ shorts. You closed your eyes, praying that this doesn’t last long.

Bucky came up behind you and ripped your light tank top off, leaving you in just your panties and shorts. You bit your tongue to keep from screaming out and disturbing your kids. Next he grabbed your waistband before pulling the fabrics down your legs. Steve placed his cold hands on the warm flesh of your hips, making you even more cold than before. 

“Be good,” was all he said as you heard Bucky undress behind you. You kept your eyes closed as you felt a hard and cold object press into your lower back. Steve lifted your left leg and sat it on his right hip as he left a cold trail of kisses down your neck. You tried not to concentrate on the tiny movement of bugs crawling on his clothes that were pressed to your bare chest. 

Bucky’s cold member, feeling just as big as you remember, pushed into you slowly. You heard him growling behind you, obviously satiated by the warmth your walls provided him.

You whimpered quietly as he moved within you, pulling at your walls the way Sam never could. You loved your husband, but even after 10 years your body held an ache that couldn’t be cured with Sam, no matter how many positions he put you in. 

“You feel so good,” Bucky moaned, pulling your hair a bit, “10. Fucking. Years. Does your husband fuck you right like we did?” Your nails dug into the dirty clothes that covered Steve’s body. “God, how have you stayed so tight after kids?” Bucky started to pick up speed, your cunt leaking all around him after finally being sexually fulfilled. 

Bucky started showing signs of his impending orgasm. “Bucky, not inside. Please.”

Bucky grunted at your begging, he always had a thing for that. “Why not? Not ready for another child?” 

Sam had gotten fixed. You stopped taking birth control because of it, and even though you were older, you still had a high chance. I mean look at your mother, she gave birth 13 years ago.

Despite your pleas, Bucky stilled his thrusts inside you, filling you with his seed. You hoped to God that his swimmers died when you shot him, but you doubted you’d be so lucky.

Bucky pulled out of you as Steve started to release his cock from his pants. He wasted no time sinking into, using Bucky cum and your slick as lube. Steve thrusted in and out of you at a more gentle pace, but his thrusts were precise. The material of his clothes rubbed against your clit and sensitive nipples, and you were soon clenching around Steve.

He gave a long moan of your name, also cumming deep inside you. He continued thrusting to work you both through your highs. “Damn, Baby. After all those years, I really needed that.” Steve smiled at you as he disconnected from your body

You fell to your floor as your thoughts started to make sense. The two men you killed are back to life like this was some kind of fucked up zombie movie, and they fucked you senseless in you and your husband’s shared room. And you actually enjoyed it. Your eyes were still closed, you refused to open them. Seeing it would all make this too real.

“Until next time, Darling.”

When you opened your eyes you were alone. Your shredded clothes still lay on your floor, and you picked them up to throw away on your way to the shower. You needed a bath.

III

"Just know that I'll never forgive you for the joke you've made of my life." Y/n whispered to her father vehemently before turning her back to him and storming inside her chambers, sparing little to no attention to her newly wedded husband who had been watching the whole episode unfold before him for the past few hours where she tried everything in her power (in vain) to try and keep the filthy foreigner out of her chambers. 

She hated how calm and composed he always was, never letting anything rile him as he treated everyone like a child, speaking coolly with his hands held behind his back. How James always had the answer to and for everything angered her to no end. 

Who did this lowly reject think he was? 

And who did her father think he was? Threatening her title and spot in the lineage? Like she was anywhere near the top anyways! 

The bride rolled her eyes that were known for their beauty, grabbing a fistful of one of the pillows before going to toss it on the floor a few feet away from her. "You can sleep there for tonight. And when we get to the Estate that my father donated to you so you could give me a respectable place to live in, you will have a seperate room to sleep in" she flung the pillow away from her like one does trash. "Now shoo~" waving her hand like James was nothing more than a dog, Y/n made her way for the changing room as she had denied everyone else entry, that lot including the servants as well. 

The groom just snickered, shaking his head as he did not move from his spot beside the bedpost, hands stuffed in the pockets of the pants of his uniform that he wore for the wedding. 

"Who do you think you are, Princess?" Y/n felt uneasy as she practically ripped and pulled all the decorations and jewelleries off her, carelessly throwing them on the bed. Some broke and others flew off the mattress and on the ground. 

She could not remember the last time he had spoken to her directly like this. 

"You just answered your question in the same sentence, foreign filth" the bride's words were laced with hatred and disgust. "I am the Princess of this Kingdom, while you are nothing but a lowly guard-" she had been so absorbed in taking her frustrations out on the poor ornaments that she had failed to notice how much distance her husband had closed between them. 

Y/n came to an abrupt stop with half a gasp when she went to continue her stomp march all the way into the changing room only to bump into James' chest. 

"-Who so happens to be your husband from this day forward, no?" The girl felt her breath hitch in her throat when his metal, or rather, vibranium arm reached for one of her soft cheeks before his thumb ran over the soft skin an inch or two below her eyes. 

James raised an eyebrow, giving her half a smirk as he heard her heart rate speed up, the frequency of the rise and fall of her chest increasing with each passing moment.

She was only now noticing the difference in their sizes and statures; how much in contrast they really were. 

Though perfectly suiting one another at the same time. 

"N- N- No" the stubborn little thing let out at last with obvious difficulty.

"No?" The Chief resisted the urge to laugh out.

His wife's red cheeks and intimidated posture did not match her efforts of defiance. 

"No. I am not your wife." Her childishness had always been adorable to him. 

"You're not?" James questioned like he was actually pondering over her answer, sighing when she nodded. "I could've sworn we got married at noon today though…" The rage that made it's way on her pretty face made him want to laugh. 

"Only because I was forced to do so." Yet she remained frozen in place, not daring to move an inch. 

"So you lied to me, then?" Y/n's eyebrows furrowed. She opened her mouth to speak but her husband beat her to it. "Tsk. You see, my sweet wife. I know you have lived the life of a spoilt Princess for most of your life and so you will need a bit of time to adjust to discipline. But… lying to me," he clicked his tongue multiple times, "now that is just simply unacceptable." 

Her teeth pulled her bottom lip between them as her eyes watched him silently; intimidated. 

"You see, my beautiful bride" his other hand pushed the loose strands of hair that had succumbed to the destruction that she had caused her veil, jewellery and hair a few minutes prior, James spoke softly and calmly. "Lying is poisonous to any and all relationships. That is one thing I cannot and will not tolerate."

She whimpered loudly, licking her dry lips and swallowing before finally speaking, fearful eyes set on him. 

I am so small. 

"What are you going to do to me, James?" The bride had seemed like a fighter. But she was crumbling and fast. He could see it. The way her eyes watched his non-human hand stroke her cheek, struggling to gulp the biles forming in her throat as she whimpered out each breath.

Y/n was scared…

What do I do?

The Chief bit his lip. Out of all things, even he did not expect the one thing that would send the fastest bolt of arousal down his cock all the way from his abdomen to be the fear in his wife's eyes. 

Fear of him…

"Dishonest and undisciplined wives get punished, darling" James spoke like one would to a child, stroking her face and hair like he had any innocent intentions about her. "You were right about what you said, you know. Your family tossed you aside to make way for their favourite children that they love. By disposing of you, the burden they never wanted by giving you to me" his calming voice was in stark contrast to his harsh words, one he didn't have to add any effects to or raise the volume of to make the girl mum. 

It was already doing exactly what he had intended. 

She was under a trance. 

His eyes are so blue. 

"You are nothing but a means to an end; the disgrace they wanted to disappear. Do you think anyone who truly loved or even cared for you would have turned a blind eye to your non-existent manners?" Her eyes glazed over with a thin sheet of tears. "No. They would have bent you over and punished you like I am about to do right now." Turning her smaller body around he pushed her over the side of the bed.

"N- No..." Moving away from his hold, she puffed her cheeks up slightly as she quickly made some distance between them. "No one punishes me!" Yet her heart was thundering inside her chest and the man couldn't help but bite his lip as he felt a twist in his lower region.

There it was, a small spark of the defiance he had always wanted to snap in half.

"Oh?" Y/n gulped as her husband started to slowly close the distance between them. Like a predator chasing it's prey. "Is that so?"

Her expression wavered, thought just for a split second. "Yes! Y- You are nothing! J- Just a lowly guard that my father helped!" The Princess couldn't be blamed for however pathetic she sounded. Chief James' stature in addition to his deadly reputation both as the Winter Soldier and the Military Head of the Kingdom was widely known and feared.

Horrible tales of his assassinations, torture methods and executions were famous. The numbers of which piled every month with no one to keep track.

And then there was his non-human arm, with a renown of its own. There were many theories about its origin, each clashing with it's peers yet all converging at the fact that whatever the truth was, it was dark and ugly.

No man who hadn't walked the path of pure horror could be what Chief James was.

Vicious. Unforgiving. Brutal.

Opposed to all that, what equal could a sheltered and spoilt little fragile Princess who had spent her whole life in her father's protective shadow be to man who had eaten cruelty for food and drank his own tears for water?

It wasn't fair.

Yet Y/n struggled, despite of the fear bubbling at the edge of her throat and the sweat in her palms as she backed away from the man that refused to stay at a distance. Forcing herself into a semblance of bravery, she glared up at him.

Little did the poor Princess know, her visibly weak and afraid body excited him.

Challenged him.

To hold her. To feel her. To crush her.

"D- Don't get ahead of yourself!" Her voice was strangled by the fair that had its claws buried deep in her chest. "Just because I was forced to marry you doesn't mean-" the sentence was abruptly interrupted with her own gasp. Her back had hit the wall. "M- Mean..." The bride's eyes widened in horror when she went to look back up at the man from the traitorous wall behind her to find him towering over her.

"Mean?" James' mocking tone danced in the air around them.

All strength left Y/n's legs as she had to press her palms flat against the wall to brace herself, knees feeling like they were made of jelly. His vibranium arm reached for the side of her face, caressing the soft cheek.

"I- I..." Were the man not enhanced, he wouldn't have been able to catch it.

"Hm?" The girl's chest rose and lowered between them, lips dry and forehead wet. "Go on~" James was perfectly comfortable, unlike his wife that was hyperventilating.

The only people she had ever known was her family and the servants who had to cater to all her demands no matter what.

This was so different.

So confusing.

So scary...

How was she to deal with a man that she couldn't press with her title?

"I don't have all night for this little show, you know" it was the way his thumb carelessly toyed with the tip of her chin that a flicker of resolve arose in her throat.

"I am not afraid of you" yet it were only her lips that moved, voice only audible to James.

He chuckled in disbelief, amused and aroused. "Yeah?" She nodded, a trace of a pout gracing her inviting lips as her eyebrows softly furrowed in contempt.

The man was enjoying himself. "That's a relief, then!" He could smell her fear. "Now I don't have to worry about my sweet wife pulling silly antics when I murder her parents and little brothers before taking the throne for myself" James wasn't sure if he actually meant it in the moment or not, but the pure terror that flashed across her face ignited a dull ache in his cock.

Tears filled her beautiful eyes as she shook her head in disapproval, unable to form any words.

"Aww, what's the matter, honey?" He mused, catching a tear by his thumb. Y/n shook her head again, this time in a pleading manner. "What, hm?" Clicking his tongue, he spoke to her like she was a child. "Use your words, doll. I can't read your mind" blue eyes watched her face intently.

Like he hadn't just threatened her family while literally possessing the power and force to do exactly that.

"Please... No..." Y/n's bottom lip trembled. She was sheltered but not uninformed. Chief James was nothing short of a legend.

Or a monster.

"No?" She shook her head again.

Yes, she hated Esther but her father had always loved her. And yes the old hag was undoubtedly a proper witch but her sons -Y/n's half siblings- were not too bad either, always looking up to her as their older sister, following her around despite of her harshness towards them and the relation they shared.

Even if they had been as detestable as the Queen, the girl was sure she didn't want their names in Chief James' long list of victims.

"No, what?" He loved how inaudible her voice was.

"P- Please don't kill... Please..." She begged, tears pooling at the tip of her nose before hitting the top of her lip. "I'll do anything..." James was a force to be reckoned with.

He raised an eyebrow as his lips quirked up in a smirk. "Anything?" She desperately nodded, powerless and scared.

This was perfect.

"P- Promise, please..." Y/n whispered for good measure.

The groom hummed, making a show of his pretend contemplation. "Promise, huh?" She could only nod. "Hmmm. So then, are you willing to be a good little wife for me, hm?" He was toying with her chin again. She felt so small. "Respect me and obey me?"

"I- I promise..." James couldn't help but press his lips to her teary ones, groaning at how good the saltiness tasted.

She looked so pretty all afraid and small.

"You don't have to be afraid of me, Y/n" the groom rested his forehead against hers after he pulled back. He knew she was no equal to his strength. Was aware of how easily he could hurt her. "Just be good for me." Though he certainly enjoyed the fear, James had no intentions of actually physically harming her.

Oh, no. His doll was too precious. This was too perfect.

He had a plan and he was confident.

She just needed to play her part of the good little wife.

"I w- will." She stuttered back breathlessly.

The smallest smile spread over his lips. "Good girl." Standing back up and releasing her body that he had trapped between himself and the wall, he nodded towards the bed. "Go on then, bend over the bed and show me how good girls behave for their husbands."

The Princess obeyed with a lowered head, trembling as she dragged her feet to the side of the bed. Her smaller hands laid flat against the mattress as she gulped the bile in her throat, feeling her cheeks pull and spread inside the dress due to the humiliating position, muscles in the back of her thighs pulling themselves taught.

"You should thank me, you know. Be happy. Because I am the only person who is willing to take care of you and love you" her lips parted to let out a loud gasp when he landed a harsh spank on her clothed bottom. "I am willing to teach you your manners and discipline you so you can be a good girl" tremors settled themselves in her thighs when she felt them getting exposed to the air.

And his eyes. 

"I only want the best for my wife," James resisted the urge to grab a handful of her breasts when he pushed the wedding gown all the way up to her waist. "Unlike everyone else." The groom chuckled. "They cannot even be bothered to fix your disgusting behavior" Y/n bit her lip, a salty tear welling out of one eye before trickling it's way down her cheek. 

A loud yelp tumbled past her lips when a sharper slap crashed down on her now nude skin. "But don't worry, my sweet" two more placed on each cheek before he continued. "I will take good care of you." The Princess felt so powerless. 

Though even if she didn't, the girl wasn't sure if she could ever muster up the courage (or strength) to ever try and take on the Winter Soldier first hand. 

Absolutely pathetic. 

The bride whined out loud in pain due to the onslaught of the harsh and rough spanks she was being subjected to, body jumping forwards with each hit. "Y- You will?" She slowly looked over her shoulder, the silhouette of her husband blurry due to the tears in her eyes. 

Of pain, of humiliation, of loss of power. 

"Of course," her ass was on fire. "It is my husbandly duty, Princess." The name was like a splash of ice cold water. "I will always take care of you and," she gasped when his non-human hand ripped her underwear off before reocuppying it's place on the small of her back, "protect you." Y/n's back arched as she attempted a struggle to try and move away when he targeted the back of her thighs.

The use of her title had suddenly made her aware of what was happening. A picture of how they must be looking right now forming in her mind. 

Princess Y/n, half naked and completely humiliated, bending in front of the royal guard who punished her like a child all to his heart's content.

Her face burnt in embarrassment. 

Everything is so hot. 

"Please~" she finally managed out, trying to move her bruising ass out of the range of his cruel hand that was working her cheeks like a machine, not stopping for a second. "Please, James, please~" this was the second time that she'd called him by his name tonight. 

A rare occurrence. 

"Please, what?" His lips quirked up in a smirk, punishing hand taking out years worth of pent up rage on her. "Please more, huh sweetie? You like your husband warming up your cute cheeks?"

Y/n cried out under her breath. "No! No! Please… no more… Please, James…. It hurts…" She pleaded, legs shaking under his eyes. 

"It's supposed to, Princess" he rubbed the reality of the situation, something she never would have even dreamt about, in further. "But," ceasing the assault, his hand reached for the laces holding her dress together now, "since you asked so nicely." She couldn't tell through her foggy mind if he had actually bothered to undo them or had just ripped them off when the top part of her dress collapsed, leaving her chest exposed and hanging in consequence. 

"Come on, now, up!" She did not want to turn around. 

"Please…"

James clicked his tongue. "No can do, Princess. You are to always obey me. I know you need time to adjust but," his vibranium arm spun her around effortlessly like she was a ragdoll, "we must start somewhere, right?" He was a man of tradition. One that believed in consummation of the union the very night of the ceremony. 

Y/n's protective arms jumped over her naked chest; whatever dignity she had left in form of the protective gesture was easily pried off before his human hand held both of hers together by the wrists in front of her. "It's alright. This is important, sweetheart. You will like it if you just trust me." His voice did not raise even by a bit, tone soothing; manipulative. Terrifying. 

"L- Like it?" Another thick tear rolled down her cheek. 

"You may even love it, actually." The Princess' breath hitched when he tenderly pressed a chaste kiss to each nipple before continuing. Fuck, everything about her was just so tempting. "Just don't worry your pretty little head and let husband take care of you, okay?" 

"H- How?" She dumbly watched him strip her completely bare before he pushed her on the bed, spreading her legs to expose her beet red sex. 

"Oh, my poor sweet little motherless wife." He was unforgiving with his words. Relentless. "No one taught you anything about what will happen to you tonight, did they?" Her eyes filled with more fear. 

If it were even possible. 

"H- Happen to me?" 

The man was so hard at this point that it hurt. She looked like a dumb little clueless doll. Bare and spread out for him, supporting the upper half of her body on her elbows, head innocently tilted to the side as she watched him cluelessly. 

Open and inviting.

Like a meal ready to be devored. 

"Oh, yes." Undoing his own pants, he continued to croon. "Good wives hand themselves over to their husbands on the night of their wedding" kicking his shoes off, James crawled on the bed and in between her legs. "They submit themselves fully to their husband's mercy" he sounded like a man that belonged to a much older time. 

He was. 

"You are a good wife too," his non-human hand was caressing her cheek again, thumb stroking the shape of her lips, "aren't you?" 

Y/n hadn't noticed that she had started crying again before a hiccup curled out of her throat.

Tears that he loved.

She timidly nodded. 

The man closed the distance between them, making her body jump a little when the thick tip of his hard cock touched her sensitive and untouched folds of flesh. "Use your words, Princess." 

"... Y- Yes."

"Yes, what?"

Panic found its way in the middle of her chest again. "... H- Husband…?" She bit her lip and hoped she was right. 

Prayed she was right.

Y/n didn't know what his unhappiness would bring but she had no wishes to find out.

"Good girl." Leaving the side of her face, his non-human arm now reached for one of her hands, guiding it to his cock before making her touch himself, a silent curse falling from his lips. "You know what this is, my sweet bride?" 

Y/n avoided his eyes, face red as she bit on her lips in nervousness. 

"It's alright. I will teach you." He was smirking again. "You've never had anyone to teach you anything useful, after all. My poor orphan." With a click of his tongue, she was pushed on her back. 

Her heart was thundering in her chest as she felt her breasts stand up and present themselves to him when he pushed both her arms above her head.

So exposed. 

"It's called a cock" James aligned herself with her naturally lubricated entrance. Her body had reacted to him naturally and unintentionally. "Repeat after me, cock." He was condescending with his mentor-like tone. 

"... C- Cock…" She could feel it pressing against herself, a dull ache forming between her folds. "W- What… what…"

"It will go inside you" he replied easily, making a toy out of one of her nipples with his free hand. 

"I- Inside me?" Her eyes widened. 

Fuck.

The man bit his lip at her innocence. So much for a know-it-all Princess. Right now nothing more than an exposed little clueless wife, legs spread and body submissive under his.

"Oh, yes-" a grunt escaped him when he finally attempted to push up and inside, overwhelmed by the tightness. "-Yes, inside you. The same place that will push my children out one day" a cry escaped the girl, her hands flying up to try and get a hold of something only to be forced back down in their place by his vibranium one. 

"H- Hurts…" She whispered, whining and curling her toes as his cock finally made it's way inside her wet cavern through the virgin ring of muscles. "J- James…" Her eyes were glassy, hands holding his non-human arm that had both her wrists trapped under it. 

"I know, my sweet bride" he kissed her breasts, slight stubble tickling the skin. "You will feel better, I promise." The kisses turned a bit rougher when he started to slowly move his hips, making the girl moan out in discomfort. "Don't worry your pretty little head. Let husband take care of you." The Princess' heaving chest was worshipped with kisses and bites for a while, pussy stretched and adjusting to the thick organ inserted inside it.

"Hnnng~" a bolt of pleasure floated down her spine when James' lip trapped one of her nipples between them, sucking at the nub gently at first as his tongue swirled over it. "Oh~" Y/n's back arched as her hips slowly started to move in their own rhythm; a pattern which made an unfamiliar feeling that tightened her chest in a good way dominating the pain of the stretch. 

"Told you you'd like it" the groom mumbled through a boobful, biting and marking the tender and sensitive skin. 

The Princess moaned, her lips falling open as she stared up at the ceiling, blinking away stars as the man sped up his thrusts, rubbing her soft walls with his veiny cock every time he moved. She felt so small, so powerless, so violated and dominated. 

Yet so twistedly cared for, taken care of, protected, reassured and safe under his warm body, held in place by the arm that she had always used as a source of ridicule and insult. 

But he had never answered. Never complained. Dismissing her hostilities with a shake of a head and smile. 

There was something about him that she hadn't noticed before tonight. His reassuring words. Dangerous yet sweet tone.

Her heart welled up. 

She had been wrong. This man whom she had always treated like filth was the first person to promise her care and protection. Not making her feel so good and secure for an ulterior motive but only because he was her husband and it was his duty. James was the only person who sounded like he meant it when he kissed every spot of her face and told her she was beautiful, not out of service or obligation but because he truly thought so. 

... Right? 

Whether it was really true or it was just the influx of emotions due to the pleasure-filled chase to euphoria that made her feel all that went unthought of by her. 

She just felt so good. So small and exposed, for once. Not afraid that she'd given too much of herself away. 

His promises of always protecting her were repeated with each thrust. Each plunge. In and out of her. Up and down on the mattress. 

The Princess felt a burden lift off her shoulder at the same time the knots in her torso and abdomen were pulled free. She wouldn't have to fight for herself anymore. Blinking away stars as she felt her husband whisper praises against her jaw along with a spray of soft kisses and occasional bites, the girl felt her cavern overflow with a hot fluid that had her husband moaning as well, his thrusts going sloppy as he pressed his lips to her. Their noses crushed against each others as they kissed passionately, Y/n's hands were finally allowed access to his hair when he was sure she wouldn't spoilt it by trying to fight back.

Did this mean bliss at last?

The only thing you could see was darkness, a piece of fabric tied over your eyes obscuring your vision. Your entire body felt heavy, head pounding, but despite how terrible your body felt you could tell you were laying down on something soft and comfortable, what feels like a pillow resting beneath your head. Your wrists were tied together, hands resting on your stomach, and after trying to move your legs you found out your ankles were tied together too, by the same smooth fabric that's tied over your eyes. You were still fully clothed which gave you some sense of comfort. Using what little strength you had you wiggled around, trying to get some sense on what was happening. Your movement alerted your captor, the silence of the room suddenly filled with a voice.

"You're awake. Good." It was a man. You could hear the smirk on his face when he said the last word, he almost sounded... excited? Amused? Either way you froze, waiting for him to do something else. Slow footsteps filled the room as he made his way over to you, panic seeped through your veins as you started moving around again.

"I was beginning to think I hit you too hard, I wouldn't put it past me." The way he talked was calculated, he was in control and knew it. "Now, stop moving around darling, I'm not gonna hurt you too bad." The mysterious voice was getting closer, the subtle promise of what was gonna happen made you shiver, fear making it hard to breathe properly. The footsteps stopped at your right, you could only imagine what he looked like standing above you, you tied up on his bed, or at least you guess it's his bed, completely at his mercy.

"You look good like this," his voice sounded deeper than before, as his fingers trailed a path from your right cheek down your body, his touch ghosting gently over your skin as if afraid to apply too much pressure, stopping at the restraints on your ankles. He started rubbing the fabric between his fingers as he spoke again, "I waited so long, watching you, waiting for the right moment to take you." You got more scared by the minute, every breathe feeding the panic bubbling inside you, fighting the urge to scream, the idea that this man has been stalking you, watching you while you weren't aware only adding to the terror. "And I decided tonight was perfect. Tonight on this special occasion I'd finally let myself have you. I deserve it after all. Do you know what today is?" You weren't sure if he wanted an answer, but you shook your head anyway. March 10th. Nothing special was happening today, at least not to your knowledge. At that he gave a slight chuckle, "Of course you don't know, you don't even know who I am. Well, might as well introduce myself." He lifted up your blindfold before taking it all the way off. The dim lighting hurt your eyes for a second, and you barely registered the burgundy walls before you focused on the man who had kidnapped you. Long hair framed his chiselled face, there was a hint of stubble along his sharp jawline, and piercing blue eyes looked down at you almost fondly. But the thing that scared you most was how big he was, he towered over you, he looked like he could crush you without breaking a sweat.

Then you saw it. The sleeves of his red Henley were rolled up to his elbows exposing the silver plates that made up his left arm. If you were scared of him before, you were terrified now.

"Mm. There's those pretty eyes. So full of fear. It's adorable really." Despite what he was saying you couldn't take your eyes off of his arm. It was only when he leaned down over you, hands planted either side of your head, that you could look him in his eyes again. He stared down at you with such intensity, like he wanted to devour you and cherish you and destroy you all at once. His warm breath fanned across your face as he spoke again, "My name is Bucky, and today... is my birthday."

He leaned back up to his full height, his gaze shifting down to your restraints. When you follow his eyes you see that he tied you up with red silk, like you were some kind of fucked up birthday present, wrapped up nicely just for him.

"After all the shit I've been through I deserve something nice for a change." He spoke as if this was normal, still keeping his cold, blue eyes fixed on the silk rendering you defenceless, "I figured you'd make the perfect gift. Just for me. I don't have to share anymore, I own you, once and for all. You're mine, to do whatever I please with."

At that he reached down to unbutton his jeans, the sound of a zipper reaching your ears as you start to panic, but all the words died in your throat when Bucky straddled your chest, the bulge in his pants now right in front of your face. In this position you were even more restrained, only able to kick your bound legs around blindly. He pulled down his boxers just enough to take out his cock, the tip leaking precum, angling it at your mouth using his left hand, the flesh one holding onto the headboard.

"Open wide, I'd hate to break your jaw this early on." You don't doubt that he could snap your jaw before you could blink, and seeing his metal hand up close made submitting seem like the easiest choice. So you licked your lips, and hesitantly opened your mouth, but before you could wrap your lips around the head of his cock, Bucky snapped his hips forward until his cock hit the back of your throat.

"If I feel teeth I'll knock them out," he lets out a low groan as he slides out of your mouth, his metal hand joining the flesh one on the headboard as he starts a brutal pace. His cock hits the back of your throat with every thrust, his thighs surrounding you till he was the only thing you could focus on. You were struggling to breathe, unable to focus on the words tumbling from his lips in a lustful haze, though you could slightly make out some praises about how perfect you were and how good you were taking him. You stopped trying to understand him after hearing that.

After what felt like hours, but was only a few minutes, Bucky pulled out of mouth to start stroking his cock, the mix of saliva and precum making it easy for him to glide his flesh hand up and down his length. You laid there beneath him, gasping for breath while he jerked himself off above you, and after a few more strokes he threw his head back as he came, thick ropes of cum coating your face and landing in your mouth. Bucky kept stroking himself, looking down at your cum covered face, until he slowed to a stop. He caught his breath for a few more seconds before speaking again.

"Oh this was just the beginning, darling. I'm gonna make sure I have a very happy birthday."

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