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Y/N Rogers got the healthier genes compared to her twin brother, Steve. But they both got an equal amount of stupidness and stubbornness. Due to this, she ends up helping in World War Two and waking up in 2008. Without anyone she knows. Y/N has to learn to survive in a different century while working with SHIELD. How will she survive in a different time without anyone she loves? Or will she find someone, but can’t figure out if they’re truly meant to be?

(The chapters aren’t perfectly organized. But I did split up the biggest chunks.)

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Pastel vs Leather--Billy Hargrove

Masterlist for @rune-of-a-writer / @hellimagines

Request: “Could you do one with Billy? The reader is this super nice and well-behaved girl that has straight A’s and she and Billy are together but they don’t tell anyone. So one day he picks her up from home and drives her to school and everyone is just shocked. Thanks xxx”

Summary: Billy picks you up from school

Warnings: cursing

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x fem!reader

Word Count: 760

A/N: I switched it slightly, but not drastically. Hope you don’t mind! And this is more of a drabble than an imagine

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My babygirl

mama!Natasha x fem!little!reader

Summery: Y/n having her midnight milkies

Warning: Natasha breastfeeds little Y/n, first time writing anything little. I don’t think there are any more, let me know.   

Word count: 368

A/n: this is just a mama nat version of my other blurb but i’ve just switched up some pet names!

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I put Y/n down a couple hours ago. I needed to finish cleaning up toys and doing dishes.  

I’m finally done so now I can join her. I make my way to our shared room and check to make sure my babygirl is sleeping and make my way to our closet to change. 

Ever since I found out my Y/n was little and wanted to be close and nurse I haven’t worn clothes to bed, only my nursing bra and panties. Y/n always wakes up in the middle of the night wanting to nurse and likes skin to skin contact so it’s easier. 

I quickly strip and put on a nursing bra and make my way to bed and get under the covers. As soon as I get in, Y/n nuzzles into my boobs and wraps her little arms around my waist. It’s 12 so she might want to nurse.

“Love bug?”

All I receive is a grunt. I giggle. She nuzzles further into my boobs and starts fiddling with the clips on my bra.

“You want some milkies baby?” 

She nods against me. 

“Words please babygirl”

She lifts her head.

“i has milkies peas mama”

God she is so cute.

“Of course my love, good job baby”

I unclip my bra and guide her to my nipple. I let out a sigh of relief as she latches on. Y/n looks up with her big Y/e/c eyes. She brings her free hand to play with my other boob. She loves doing that as it helps her relax. I run my hand through her beautiful curls and rub her back with the other. I kiss her little forehead.

“I love you so much my babygirl”

Too Bright

Word count: 351

posted: july 12, 2021

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It’s late morning and you and Vinnie are cuddling in his bed. You are laying on his stomach with the blanket over your head because of the sun streaming into the room while he was scrolling on his phone, his hand tracing patterns on your back. All of a sudden someone knocks on your door.

“Come in” Vinnie says, loud enough for them to hear but not so loud as to wake you up.

Alex swings the door open, saying, “hey dude, can you-”

“Shhhh bro she’s sleeping” he whispers, cutting him off.

“Oh… where is she?” Alex asks, looking around the room for you, not seeing you on the bed.

At that vinnie chuckles, pulling the top of the covers back so your head can be seen. You groan, wrapping your arms tighter around him and moving your face further into his stomach.

“I’m sorry, love,” he says, moving the cover back over your head.

“Dude isn’t she suffocating?” Alex asks quietly, laughing.

“No, she just can’t sleep with all this sunlight and she doesn’t naturally wake up for like another hour,” he says laughing and going back to rubbing his hand along your back.

“Ok dude well just come find me when y’all get up then I guess,” Alex says walking out and closing the door.

After a while, you shift, moving the covers off your head and resting your chin on vinnie’s chest.

“Morning, beautiful. You’re up early” he says moving to briefly kiss you.

“Mornin’. I’m up early because someone moved the covers off my head and the sun woke me up,” you say, playfully aggravated.

“Sorry, my love.” Vinnie says laughing, “but I told Alex you wouldn’t be awake for another hour so we can stay here and cuddle until then if you want.”

“I would love that,” you reply, placing a kiss to his collarbone and burying your face in his neck before grumbling, “but after that I am ordering you some blackout curtains.”

At that vinnie laughs, placing a kiss to the top of your head and saying, “ok my love. Whatever you want.”

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Soldat

Captain America and Reader have worked together at SHIELD for over a year. What happens when they have a run in with The Winter Solider and Steve finds out the secret Reader had been hiding from him all this time? And what happens when reader is captured by Hydra and The Winter Soldier, again. Can she make Soldat remember her or is her life with Steve just a slow fading memory now?

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Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

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summary: in which y/n’s family has a fun day out :))

warnings: dad!vinnie, fluff, mentions of sexual themes/acts

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I JUST GOT INTENSE BABY FEVER RANDOMLY??? LIKE HELLO??

y/n stepped out of the shower with a towel wrapped around her body and something covering her hair from dripping along her skin.

the clock in the corner read 9:34am as y/n slipped on her mom jeans and black crop top.

hanging up her towel, she opened up the door to see vinnie still asleep with lilah curled against his chest.

y/n grinned at the sight. vinnie has been her boyfriend for three years now; the pair got together their junior year of high school.

lilah just turned eight months and while it was exhausting being teen parents, it was also rewarding greatly to y/n that she and vinnie were able to support themselves and a child.

y/n took her phone out and snapped a picture. as vinnie began to stir in his sleep, lilah did the same.

like father like daughter…

lilah opened her (e/c) eyes, her long lashes moving up and down.

vinnie rubbed his eyes as he adjusted to the sunlight that dared to peak through the curtains. “what time is it?” he rasped out.

y/n unplugged her phone from the charger. “9:40” she said.

vinnie rubbed the backside of her leg as she stood over him, reaching for lilah.

“good morning, sweet girl,” y/n awed. lilah pushed her face into y/n’s shoulder.

“good morning, baby,” y/n leaned down to press a kiss to vinnie’s lips.

“my wonderful girls,” vinnie grinned, watching y/n from above him.

y/n ran a finger through his messy blond locks. “you should get up and ready, we need to run some errands before we have lunch with the hype house.”

y/n and vinnie began renting their own apartment just outside of LA when y/n got pregnant. while they wanted to stay because of their careers and friends, they knew raising a child in the middle of LA would not be the safest.

“are you cool with feeding her while i shower real quick?” vinnie asked, now sitting up as he pushed his hair out of his eyes.

“yeah,” y/n nodded.

lilah was babbling in y/n’s arms when vinnie stood up, planting kisses on both his girl’s foreheads.

“mhm, love you,” vinnie hummed.

“love you too,” y/n called out.

she took lilah into the small kitchen, placing the child into the high chair. “okay, let’s see. what do you want for breakfast, hm?”

y/n heard the shower go off as she began smashing some bananas and strawberries.

minutes later y/n wiped away the food from lilah’s chin as vinnie came walking out with wet hair, a towel on his waist.

“babe, do you know where my boxers are?” he asked.

“uh, i think there’s some in the dryer. god damn, you’re making me ready for baby two,” y/n joked.

vinnie tried to hide his blushing face as he skidded back to their shared bedroom.

y/n went into lilah’s small bedroom and pulled out an outfit for the toddler. vinnie came into the room, now fully dressed and smelling of cologne.

“want me to wash her off?” vinnie asked as lilah grabbed onto vinnie’s leg.

“please. then get her dressed, if you can. i’m gonna pack some of our stuff.”

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twenty minutes later vinnie came out with lilah in his arms, a happy grin on both their faces as he tickled her. y/n smiled widely, her heart melting as she picked up the diaper bag.

“okay. we need to go to the trader joes, target, then go to the hype house for lunch.”

vinnie nodded along to what y/n was saying. “ready?” he asked.

“mhm.”

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“vinnie, we don’t need that-“ y/n approached her boyfriend as he put baby clothes into the basket.

“yes we do! look- she’ll look adorable!” vinnie argued. y/n stared at vinnie, him staring her dead in the eyes firmly before she gave in.

“fine! i can’t resist you right now.” y/n laughed, referring to vinnie holding lilah in a baby carrier (that he insisted on having) strapped to his body.

the baby babbled as she sucked on her finger, vinnie a proud dad as he grinned.

“dilf?” he asked with a smirk.

“definitely,” y/n laughed.

-

after more shopping, vinnie finally drove into the drive way of the hype house. y/n grabbed lilah as vinnie grabbed the diaper bag and they rang the doorbell.

“my baby!” kouvr opened the door, taking lilah from y/n.

“hey!” everyone said as the couple walked into the living room.

vinnie placed his hand on y/n’s back as they followed and sat down. “our favorite child!” thomas smiled, finally taking lilah from alex and kouvr.

jett and vinnie did their bro handshake, getting distracted when jack walked over and jett began expressing to vinnie about the cars they were working on.

“how’s lilah? is she sleeping better?” mia asked, playing with the baby in thomas’ hands.

“yes, thank god. she barely wakes up anymore,” y/n responded. she watched vinnie leave towards the front door with jett and jack.

“men and their cars,” y/n joked.

the group created small talk while they waited for the pizza and chicken wings to arrive. twenty minutes later, the three boys came back in raving about the new motor jett put in.

alex and thomas went to get the pizza from the front door as everyone settled into the kitchen. “you okay?” vinnie asked y/n.

y/n nodded. “can you go get food for lilah while i make us plates?” she asked.

vinnie agreed, kissing y/n on the head before walking over to the diaper bag and grabbing baby food.

“i wanna feed lilah!” kouvr exclaimed, taking the baby food from vinnie.

when y/n was pregnant, alex and kouvr insisted on buying a high chair for the house so whenever they were over lilah got proper care.

y/n let herself fall into a conversation with everyone. vinnie rubbed circles on her thigh comfortingly, enjoying being in the presence of everyone again.

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later that night, y/n and vinnie wandered into their apartment and got lilah ready for bed before putting her in the crib.

vinnie and y/n hopped in the shower together, “saving water” (as vinnie calls it).

y/n sighed as she finally slipped under the warm covers. vinnie checked the baby monitor, his hair dripping wet as he stood in boxers by the dresser.

“she’s still asleep,” vinnie told her. he laid down next to y/n, feeling her cuddle into him.

“i love our little family,” y/n whispered. her eyelids were desperately trying to close.

vinnie pressed a kiss to her nose. “i love you.”

“i love you.”

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summary | when bucky finds out you’ve been having some “funny feelings” down in a very special place, he decides to bring you to his friend, steve, a doctor who can hopefully figure out what’s causing you such distress between your legs.

pairing | soft!dark!daddy!bucky barnes x innocent!little!reader, soft!dark!doctor!steve rogers x innocent!little!reader

warnings | ddlg (daddy!bucky, little!reader), innocent reader (doesn’t understand sexual engagement), dubcon/noncon/dark warnings because reader actively resists sexual engagement, abuse of power, mild medfet elements, (minor) fluid talk, restraints, fingering, forced orgasm, crying, soft mocking/degradation, praise kink

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an | wow okay so here it finally is! very excited to share this full length stucky fic with you all :-) also this is filthy i feel fear lol

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“Oh babydoll, what’re we gonna do with you?” the sound of your daddy’s worry-stricken voice echoes in your head as you bounce your leg anxiously against the soft cushion of the passenger seat, your eyes glued down on your sparkly tennis shoes. Heat rises through your cheeks as you recall the look that had formed on Bucky’s face when he found you completely naked in your bed, hand pressed down against the warm folds of skin tucked between your legs. You hadn’t been able to come up with a response to the man’s question; all you could do was squeak in embarrassment. The worst part was, you weren’t even sure why you were so ashamed. There had never been any rule set against what you were doing; Bucky had never told you not to, but somewhere deep inside of you, you just knew you shouldn’t.

“Why’re you doing that, sweetheart? Is something wrong?” your daddy had asked, coming up beside the bed and crouching down to your level with a look of deep concern washing over his face.

“I-I-… I don’t know, Daddy,” you had admitted sheepishly, yanking your hand away from your swollen flesh. Bucky’s eyes had widened at the faint glistening of wetness present on your fingers.

“Honey…” his gentle voice had trailed off. “Are you… is it wet down there?”

Swallowing hard, tears had built in your eyes as your hand shook in front of the both of you. “I-I’m sorry, Daddy,” you had whimpered, afraid that you’d angered him.

Sighing, Bucky had shaken his head. “No, doll. It’s alright, you don’t have to be sorry. It’s not your fault this’s happened, but we need to get you seen by someone, baby. S'not normal for little girls to be touching themselves and wet like this; something must be wrong.”

“Please, no doctor, Daddy. Too scary,” you had pleaded, bottom lip trembling as Bucky had gathered you into his arms.

“Shh, sweetheart. It’ll be alright. There’s a specialist I know of; I think he’ll be able to help you. I promise I’ll be right with you the whole time, darlin’. S'gonna be okay.”

“This must be the one,” Bucky’s voice in real-time cuts off your train of thought as the car pulls up into what you’re surprised to see is the driveway of a house. Glancing around, you’re confused to find that your daddy’s driven you to what appears as a normal-looking home in the suburbs. Raising an eyebrow as you look over at him, Bucky explains, “Since he runs a rather private practice, I guess his office is right in his home.”

As the both of you undo your seatbelts and get out of the car, a lump of anxiety forms in your throat as the hot summer sun shines down on you. Quickly joining Bucky at his side, together you make your way up the walkway to the side pair of glass doors, what appears to be a separate entrance for the doctor’s place of work. Just as you’re approaching the doors, a man appears through the glass, smiling at both of you as he swings one of the large glass panels open to greet you.

“Well, hello there,” the gentleman greets, the warmth in his eyes as he smiles only providing the slightest bit of reassurance. “You must be the Barnes’s.”

“Pleasure to meet you, doctor,” your daddy greets politely, shaking the man’s hand.

“Pleasure’s all mine,” the blonde-haired doctor replies kindly before turning his attention to you, bending down slightly to avoid towering over you. “And you must be y/n,” he guesses, holding out his large hand. Blinking nervously, you accept the gesture, causing the man’s grin to grow as he gazes gently at you with his deep blue eyes. “I’m Dr. Steve Rogers. It’s so nice to meet you; I hope you don’t mind I’ve asked you to come out here instead of to my office in the city. S'just been quiet lately, and I prefer to work at home when I can,” the man, Steve, explains as he straightens himself back up.

“It’s no trouble at all,” Bucky assures him as the kind doctor leads you both into the home. Looking around, you’re impressed to see that he’s even got a waiting room set up, complete with a small reception desk and a few chairs, along with some magazines and other decorative items.

“Sometimes my assistant’s here, but I let her take the weekend off since I knew your daddy would be accompanying you,” Steve tells you as he grabs a file from the desk, opening it briefly to take a look before turning back to you and your daddy. “Alright then, I’m gonna finish up your intake forms on the computer; in the meantime, I’ll let you into the exam room. I’ve left a gown out on the table, so please go ahead and take everything off but your socks and crack the door open when you’re ready.”

“Will do. Thank you, doctor,” Bucky answers for you as the tall man guides the two of you to a door beyond the reception desk and opens it up for you.

As you walk into the room, the first thing you notice is the padded exam table sitting out diagonally, taking up a good portion of the space. At its end are a pair of metal devices that seem to be secured to the piece of furniture tightly; a whimper rises up in your throat as you eye the thick nylon restraints hanging down from several points on the table.

“Sweetheart?” Bucky questions as he closes the door behind the doctor who’s now left to go finish your intake. “Oh honey,” your daddy croons as he sees the tears already starting to build in your eyes. “Hey, it’s okay, babydoll. He isn’t going to hurt you; he’s a doctor, remember? He just wants to help,” he soothes as he crouches down in front of you, stroking your cheek with his flesh hand. “I know this is scary, angel, but I promise I’ll be right by your side, okay? So I need you to be really brave for me, think you can do that?”

Bottom lip trembling, you do your best to nod convincingly. “Y-yes, Daddy.”

“That’s my good girl,” Bucky smiles proudly at you, reaching up and grabbing the folded gown from where it’s been set out. “Now how about we get you all ready for the doctor, hmm? Looks like the gowns he has are much cuter than the ones at the normal clinic,” he tries to lighten the mood by pointing out the cute daisy pattern on the light-blue garment.

“Daisies,” you mumble innocently as the man begins to undress you, slipping both of your arms through the paper-thin gown before tying the sets of strings in the front.

“That’s right, petal,” Bucky nods as he helps you slip off your shoes, leaving you in nothing but your bright white socks with the ruffles at the top and the surprisingly soft cover-up. “You think we got any growing in the backyard yet, honey?” he continues to try to distract you as he lifts you up onto the exam table, setting you down gently on the crinkly teddy-bear patterned paper covering the padded surface and allowing your legs to dangle down between the strange metal contraptions.

“Maybe,” you shrug as your daddy goes back over to the door, cracking it open just as the doctor requested before rejoining you at your side, rubbing your back soothingly as he can tell you’re still anxious.

“Why don’t we go take a look when we get back home, then?” Bucky suggests just as you begin to hear footsteps approaching the door. “If we find some, we can pick a nice bunch and put them out in a vase on the table, just like last summer.”

A gentle knock cuts your conversation short as Steve enters the room, smiling at both of you as he greets, “Hey, we’re all set. Thanks for getting changed for me. I know those gowns aren’t the most fashionable or fun to wear, but it makes things a lot easier for me during the exam.” Setting his file down on the computer desk in the far corner of the room, he kicks out the circular rolling stool from underneath, guiding it over and sitting down in front of you as you and Bucky wait for him to continue.

“So I read over the inquiry your daddy submitted to me,” the blonde-haired man begins gently, “and it sounds like you’re having some unusual feelings… well, down there?” he softens his voice at the question, causing heat to rise into your cheeks.

“Go ahead, you can answer the doctor,” Bucky says patiently from beside you, his hand still rubbing soothing circles along your spine.

“Y-yes, doctor,” you confirm.

“I see,” Steve hums, “Can you tell me what sorts of feelings? I want to do a thorough exam as well, but anything you can tell me about the sensations might be helpful in reaching a diagnosis.”

“Um…” your voice trails off as you swing your feet nervously, playing with your hands in your lap as you try to formulate an answer. “Feels… tingly,” you tell him, just as you had told your daddy before. “And… s'a little wet down there sometimes,” you add sheepishly.

“Okay, so you’re having some sensitivity, and occasional discharge,” he rewords your description, a thoughtful look apparent on his face. “Your daddy said that when he discovered you were having… issues, he found you touching yourself in those sensitive places. Is that right?”

Swallowing hard, you nod, humiliation settling into your gut as you realize that just the act of talking through all this now is starting to trigger all the strange, unwanted feelings. “Honey? Are you alright?” Bucky asks, noticing your discomfort.

“Y-yeah, sorry,” you stumble, but Steve seems to see right through you.

“It’s alright, y/n. There’s no need to be ashamed about any of this; while it is concerning to hear about your symptoms, I can promise you we’re doing to do everything we can to get you all sorted out. Now, little one, I can see that your face is becoming awfully flushed; I have to ask, are you starting to get those unusual feelings now?”

Trying to clench your muscles to keep yourself from trembling, you consider lying to the doctor and your daddy. But ultimately, you know it would be no use. “Y-yes,” you admit shakily.

“You’re getting wet down there, sweetheart?” the doctor asks sympathetically, the pity in his voice for some reason only making you feel worse.

“Y-yes, doctor.”

“Okay. Well, I think we ought to take a look, then,” Steve decides as he grabs a metal tray equipped with various medical devices and wheels it over to himself with his foot, rolling up the sleeves of his white button-down before grabbing a pair of exam gloves off the tray and snapping them onto each hand. “If I could just have you lay back, doll; maybe your daddy can help you.” Bucky’s quick to assist you, lowering you back down against the noisy roll of paper as the doctor checks his instruments.

“Now,” the doctor states, “I’m going to have you come to the edge of the table with your bottom, and place each of your legs in these stirrups, here.” As soon as you process the man’s words, a soft whimper escapes your lips as you look up shakily at your daddy, begging him with your eyes for an escape. “It’s alright, sweetheart,” Steve soothes patiently, clearly used to working with difficult patients, “it’s just going to help me get a better look at the area that’s bothering you.”

“Come on now, angel,” Bucky encourages, lifting you by the hips and positioning you down further on the table before taking your legs one by one and placing them in the devices. “Daddy’s right here, babydoll. You’re okay.”

“Now, I’m just going to use some straps to help keep you in place,” Steve explains softly as he begins fastening the nylon bonds against your legs, knees, and ankles, causing tears to begin pooling in your eyes. “Aww, it’s okay,” he smiles gently as he fixes one over your tummy as well, grabbing the adjustable light hanging down above you and moving it over the spot between your legs. “Just need to make sure we keep you nice and safe,” the doctor hums as he settles back down on his stool, taking the cloth gown gently by the bottom hem and lifting it up to completely reveal you to both of the men’s attentive gazes.

“Daddy,” you whimper through tears, squirming slightly against the tight restraints.

“You’re okay, petal. Shhh,” Bucky soothes, stroking your hair back with one hand while still keeping his eyes down on the doctor and his work.

“Now, let me just take a look,” Steve says as he tightens his gloves, lowering his head slightly to look over your glistening heat. Whining in humiliation, you jerk once more against the straps, but they’re much too strong to let you move even a fraction of an inch. “I see,” Steve hums as he examines the area, “you’re awfully wet down here, darlin’,” he adds as he brings a single finger up to run through your folds, causing you to cry out shamelessly as tears run down your burning cheeks.

“Does that hurt, baby?” Bucky asks, his voice dripping with concern.

“No, I don’t think she’s experiencing any pain,” the doctor answers for you, “it’s just sensitive, right, sweetheart?” he asks.

“P-please,” you beg as he uses both hands to spread you open, the cool air against your aching cunt sending a million little shocks bursting through your toes.

“Poor thing,” Steve mumbles, his eyes taking in every inch of your untouched sex. “Mr. Barnes, I do believe I spoke with you about my best guess as to what this could be during our phone conversation.”

“Yes,” Bucky answers gravely, the dread in his voice causing your heart to pound heavily in your chest.

“Wh-what is it? Is it bad?” you ramble anxiously, cut off by Steve’s gentle shushing.

“Shhh, it’s okay, doll. It’s not bad, necessarily. It’s just extremely rare,” he explains. “The sensitivity your body is displaying isn’t normal; I believe it’s part of a rare condition that makes your genitalia much more responsive than it should be. Normal little girls can’t feel much at all down here, but with this condition, your special parts are filled with heightened nerves. Especially,” he pauses, dragging a thumb up through your folds, “here.”

As soon as he hits the spot, your entire body jerks and you let out a sharp cry, causing the men to sigh sadly. “There it is,” Steve confirms, holding his hands still as you struggle to process the intense sensations you just experienced. “What I just tested was your clitoral sensitivity. There’s a little nub positioned just above your opening, and most girls don’t have any feeling in it. But for you, it’s a great source of hassle, as it holds an incredible amount of nerve endings and can become painful if not properly stimulated.”

“Painful?” Bucky asks worriedly.

“The condition requires regular treatment that can be administered at home,” Steve explains as he pulls away from you, allowing you to let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding in. Looking up at you, the doctor says gently, “If you don’t take proper care of this issue, you’re likely to experience a great deal of discomfort. But don’t worry, sweetheart. I’m gonna show you and your daddy exactly how to treat the funny feelings, and as long as you do that, you shouldn’t have a problem.”

“Thank you, doctor,” your daddy sighs, a hint of relief present in his voice as he strokes back your hair. Turning to you, he soothes, “It’s gonna be alright, angel. We’ll make sure to do everything the doctor says, right? And then just like he told you, you’ll be healthy as can be.”

“That’s right,” Steve confirms with a smile. “Now, the treatment process isn’t something a little one like you can manage on your own, so you must let your daddy take care of you, okay?” Trying to hide your nerves, you nod, dreading whatever kind of ‘treatment’ the doctor might be suggesting. “Good. Now, when you do this, and I would recommend doing it at least a few times a day, you’ll want to have her lie down on her back and spread her legs nice and wide for you, just like this,” the doctor begins instructing Bucky. “She’ll need this help whenever she’s experiencing the funny feelings or the wetness, so be sure to check on her often.”

“I’ll be as diligent as I can,” Bucky promises.

“Good. Now y/n, sweetheart, I just need you to relax for me, okay? I’m going to begin touching you again. Deep breath in, doll.” As soon as the words leave Steve’s mouth, you can feel his gloved finger dragging back up through your wetness, a terrified whine sounding in your throat as he once again approaches your most sensitive spot. But this time, instead of stopping, he does something much, much worse.

He begins rubbing it.

Letting out a sob, you strain against the restraints as indescribable sensations wash over your entire body. Your little nub seems to be on fire as Steve rubs in gentle circles, cooing, “Oh, I know, honey. I know it’s so sensitive; it’s alright. You’re alright, doll.”

“Shhh, baby. Let the doctor do his work,” Bucky croons from your side, continuing to stroke back your hair as you’re subjected to the blonde-haired man’s terrible ministrations.

“You’ll want to make sure her button’s nice and wet when you do this,” Steve explains as he continues rubbing, “working in nice, tight circles, right over the head. That’s it, little one. Doin’ so good for us… I know, sweetheart. I know, it’s so much, isn’t it?”

“P-please,” you hiccup, unable to keep your body from jerking violently at the terrible feeling. “B-burns, please, d-doctor, n-no more!”

“Oh, poor thing,” Steve frowns sympathetically, bringing his other hand up to settle over your lower belly. “It’s okay, darlin’. I know it’s so much, so hot down there, isn’t it? You’re doin’ just fine, little one. Are you starting to feel something building inside of you?” Looking up at your daddy, the doctor tells him, “she’ll need to be stimulated to climax. Her body will spasm violently, and she might even release some extra fluid; she won’t be able to help it.”

“Please, please,” you pant, terror building inside you as you feel the faint forming of a new feeling, a great and terrible feeling that you can only guess matches whatever the doctor is describing.

“That’s it, honey, almost there,” Steve encourages as Bucky all but holds your head down against the padded surface to keep it from slamming dangerously up and down. “You’ll need to keep on stimulating her through her release; you’re so close, sweetheart, come on, that’s it- there.”

A mangled cry rises through your throat as your entire body snaps, a rush of heat flooding out of you as you squirt out all over the doctor’s shirt and face. You’re much too busy to notice, though, every muscle of your body tightening as your eyes slam shut, a terrible burning ripping through your core. “Good,” you can hear Steve’s gentle voice soothing through the pounding in your ears, “that’s a good girl, such a good little doll, cumming so hard for the doctor.”

After what feels like an eternity, you finally feel his hands leaving you as you heave against the table, your entire body tingling as you hear Steve removing his gloves. “And that’s all there is to it,” he explains to Bucky, grabbing a few paper towels to clean himself off. “Sometimes, if the symptoms persist, she might need two or three releases in one go. Since you’re here now, and she seems to be recovering okay, I think it’d be a good idea to have Daddy give it a try next.”

.・。.・゜ ✫ ・.・✫・゜・。.

Hi babyyyy. Congrats on the followers! I have a drabble request. How about Winter Soldier!Bucky being given a pet while in Hydra due to him listening to his orders and he decides to mark her with his knife. Could be his initials or perhaps something in Russian. Arm, leg, chest, anywhere he wants to make it known that she is his 💖

The Deep, The Dark

Pairings: Winter Soldier x Reader

Warnings: knife play, Hydra being trash, allusions to assault, dark!fic (due to overall subject matter), soft!dark Winter Soldier (he's going through a lot), pet play

Word Count: 1.5k

This is a dark fic. 18+ only.

A/N: sorry this took me so long to do. was part of my 1k follower celebration that has long finished haha. thank you for your patience. gif by me aka @steve-kemp

Pain. A novel concept. Not one that the Soldat was afforded while being Hydra’s fist.

But as he made his way back to base, the Soldat couldn’t help but feel the ache that was blooming in his side where a bullet had grazed his skin in a clean slice.

He was becoming self-aware, emotional indifference dissipating.

Recalibration required. Asset malfunctioning.

The Soldat continued to do as he was told.

He didn’t know why; he didn’t know many things.

Whenever he tried to think any different, his brain went fuzzy with a sharp sparking pain, a cinder burning in the back of his mind that distracted him from any natural function.

“Put his brain back in the blender.”

“Compliance will be rewarded.”

“Take it deeper, Asset.”

“Be good, and we’ll give you a gift.”

His Handlers said things he didn’t understand. But weapons didn’t need to understand. They just need to point and shoot. Slash and stab. Sit and take whatever was given to them.

His legs moved of their own volition, muscle memory leading him to the same room he always went to after an assignment.

The Soldat stared at the greyed concrete wall of the debriefing room as if it would grow a face and begin speaking to him. For some reason, he imagined the face to have blonde hair and a warm smile.

Another successful mission.

Another evening of watching the paint peel from the wall, decaying like his mind as his body began to heal the damage done during the mission and his last wipe.

Thoughts were starting to come back. And that meant he was going back in the chair.

The Soldat shivered at the blazing memory, as if the electricity was coursing through him already.

He didn’t want to be put back in the chair.

Want? The Soldat wasn’t meant to want. Weapons don’t get to want things.

“Mission report,” his Handler, the man he knew as Rumlow, commanded.

“Hey Rumlow, want to see the new trick I taught the Asset?”

As his Handler flipped through his case notes, he failed to notice the wildness in the eyes of the man before him as the Soldat spiralled deeper.

He felt as if he was falling into a desolate dark pit, spirits flowing past him, each providing him with a reminiscence or thought he didn’t understand. There were faces he didn’t recognise, landscapes he didn’t remember.

“You ready to follow Captain America into the jaws of death?”

The Asset exhaled, swallowing the bile rising in his throat as he desperately tried to ground himself. It was all too much. Too many memories. Too many people speaking words he didn’t understand.

“Target eliminated near Odessa. Nil civilian casualties. One possible hostile fled, not mission critical. Minor injury sustained. Asset still in working condition.” The Soldat’s words sounded stunted, practised. Because they were.

But his Handler could hear it. The slight waver to his voice. The pitch a little too high.

His Handler sighed, closing the manila folder before crossing his arms.

“Rollins, get him wiped.”

When the Asset was returned to his cell, it had changed.

Instead of a small cot, there was a proper bed and a set of clothes and towels. It was still cold, dark and damp, but it was improved.

The Soldat walked in hesitantly, unsure why he had been given something different. He didn’t remember it being like this, not that he could remember much. But he knew that Hydra did not give without an ulterior motive.

As he breached the threshold of the room, a soft floral scent entered his senses, a sniffle sounding from the corner of the room.

The Asset’s gaze turned to the girl hiding in the corner, frame curled up in the low light. She was shivering from the cold, the concrete walls and floor icy.

Civilian. Nil threat. Do not terminate.

“A pet for you, Asset. A gift from the Director for your compliance and another successful mission, an incentive to continue doing well.”

The Soldat blinked. He’d done a mission? Everything before the chair was like static on a… well, he didn’t know what made static, but something told him that electronics did.

“Wouldn’t it be cool if we could afford a television, Buck?”

“Keep dreamin’, punk.”

The Asset watched the girls form, studying her as her eyes met his. She looked at him as if he was the grim reaper, metal arm glinting in the light, matted hair shadowing his features as his body was clad in leather and kevlar.

With slow steps he approached her, ignoring her whimpers as he neared her. It was evident to the Asset the girl had not been well taken care of, a prisoner, much like himself. Bruises littered her body, and there were noticeable marks from where blood had been constantly drawn.

“You should be glad you’re worth more than a lab rat, Asset.”

He stopped a few steps away, squatting down to look at her properly.

She was undeniably stunning, and there was something about her that felt homely, comforting. Something the Asset hadn’t felt in a very long time.

The Asset’s head tilted to the side, brows furrowing slightly. Her appearance alone was like sunshine and birdsong, but the little sounds she made him want to touch her even more.

His hands had been used for blood and gore for so long it was almost foreign that there was anything else he could experience.

Cautiously, as if a child unsure, the Asset reached out and ran his flesh fingers over the skin of her arm.

Soft.

As if she was no more than a doll.

“Are you going to kill me?”

Her voice was meek and weak, the picture of pureness. She almost sounded hopeful. The Asset’s expression hardened as consideration flowed through him.

This girl was his pet. And pets need to be looked after, protected. He would never kill his pet.

Without answering her question, the Asset picked her up with ease, ignoring her protesting squeaks as he took her to the bed.

He liked that she didn’t fight him, her will already broken by Hydra.

She felt warm against his chest, and it made something shift in the Soldat’s mind.

It was as if his limbs moved on his own as he placed her down, delicate fingers running over her body as he explored her. Tears were running down her cheeks now as she closed her eyes, but the Asset didn’t pay much attention to it as he just felt her.

It has been so long since he’d been near another living human being, one that he didn’t have to kill. She would stay warm; he would make sure of it. The Asset didn’t like cold things.

His fingers stopped on her left arm, looking at the unmarred skin where in comparison his adorned a large red star.

The red star meant he was owned, a ghost in the machine that was Hydra.

And so, if he owned her, should she not have her own version?

Deft fingers pulled his ka-bar knife from its holster, the Asset’s eyes not leaving the skin of the girl’s arm as he twirled it between his fingers instinctually.

The pet’s sniffles turned into hiccupped sobs as the Asset brought the knife to her arm, her body trembling his hold.

But even with her slight convulsions, the Asset easily gripped her arm with his metal hand, stabilising her as he prepared for his next mission.

A mission he was choosing for himself.

The screaming started as soon as the Asset brought the knife to her skin, using clinical precision to skilfully carve lettering into his pet’s arm, movements not shaking or faltering for a second.

It was over as soon as it started, blood trickling down onto the bed as the Asset pulled away, content with his work.

The girl looked at her arm, gasping as she looked at the way ‘Солдат’ had been marked into her skin. Her body was branded with an ownership that ran deep, an inescapable bond.

But as the Asset looked at her, despite her tears, she didn’t seem afraid of him. There was an understanding in her eyes when she looked at him, cheeks shining with the wetness of initial anguish.

If the Asset didn’t know any better, he would have thought he was happy to have her there. But the Asset knew that happiness came at a price he couldn’t afford.

Happiness required freedom, something he knew he would never have.

But at least he had something of his own now. A pet to bring him comfort.

The Asset wrapped his arms around her, lying down so she could nuzzle her face into his chest. It was a perfect fit, as if it was meant to be.

He knew she would be in pain. He was too. But in that moment, it was serene.

The silence was broken as the Asset spoke unprompted for the first time in years.

“Teper' ty moy shchenochek.”

Now you are my puppy.

The Asset didn’t feel alone anymore.

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Your world is ripped away from you, turned to dust after the snap. You turn to the only person who could possibly understand what it’s like to love and lose Bucky Barnes.

Chapter One

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Chapter Six

Chapter Seven**

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