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Unfinished Dark!Bucky x Reader Drabble

Warning: smut, asphyxiation/choking, marking, manipulation, dark!stalker! Bucky, dark!soft dom!Bucky, Stockholm syndrome, breeding (maybe soon if I finish it)

Nicknames: Doll

I have no idea if I’m going to finish this, you’re meant to be locked in Bucky’s basement and you’ve kind of developed Stockholm syndrome and developed a dependency on him—you want him to mark you, you want him to breed you—but that because you’ve been manipulated. This is just a fragment, so the story line isn’t that obvious enjoy.

Update: This story will be continued soon in a series called ‘Now and Forever’ coming soon

His thick arm pressed to your throat holding you in place preventing your head from swivelling away from the sight on top of you. His hair moist with sweat, darkened and glued to his forehead, his steely blue eyes stare intensely down at you with uncharted amounts of passion and love-fuelled aggression as he pounds you into the mattress. The sound of skin meeting skin bounces off the walls, the force of his thrust ensuring you’ll wake up with red marks, possibly even bruises, from the impact of his hips, and you wouldn’t have it any other way; you want his mark to remain permanently on you even if only you can see it, it’s a bittersweet reminder of the steamy nights we’ve shared. The lustful scent of sex fills the room as the humidity rises high enough for the rain covered windows to steam, enabling you to dive deeper into your fantasy of the world only containing you, him and this room.

You are snapped out of your trance by Bucky lowering his head to your earlobe, his prickly stubble itching your jaw and cheek, he encompasses the shell of your ear in his mouth and nibbles down on the thin skin prompting a yelp from your lips “Come back to me doll, keep your beautiful eyes on me.” His voice deep and thick with lust goes straight to your loins causing your walls to flutter around his throbbing cock.

Elements and girl power 🔥⚡

Контроль. Война и эпидемия как способ манипуляции. Control. War and epidemic as a method of manipulation.

https://dzen.ru/a/Y7rU4EW2hH0XYqpv

Когда то давно я писала статью на эту тему на дзене, вот ссылка для тех, кому интересно. Там я кстати предсказала возвращение "призрака социализма" как "решение от всех проблем". Хотелось бы так же добавить что с помощью страха смерти, и постоянной её нам демонстрации в СМИ. Через пандемии, войны, кино. Людям блокируют лобную долю мозга, отвечающую за способность к действиям. Такая панацея от бунтов и революции для плебса. Наше под сознание воспринимает события на экране как реальные и парализуется. Включается древний инстинкт при столкновении с опасностью - "бей и беги". Кровь отливает от мозга к конечностям, и зомби готов.

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A long time ago I wrote an article on this topic on Zen, here is a link for those who are interested. By the way, there I predicted the return of the "ghost of socialism" as a "solution to all problems". I would also like to add that with the help of the fear of death, and its constant demonstration to us in the media. Through pandemics, wars, cinema. People block the frontal lobe of the brain, which is responsible for the ability to act. Such a panacea for riots and revolutions for the plebs. Our subconscious perceives the events on the screen as real and is paralyzed. An ancient instinct is activated when faced with danger - "fight and run". Blood flows from the brain to the limbs, and the zombie is ready.

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Scratch that, I got manipulated.

Im fine, just autistic. They made me question my entire existence and apologize for it.

I'm not happy.

It's comd to my attention that i dont know how to interact. /srs

I know this is a bit silly, but I wanted to ask the other neurodivergent and mentally questionable people online (aka tumblr) is they had any tips. I figured you all would think about it the most, so

I don't know how to appropriately respond in most situations. A serious conversation is extremely hard to navigate through. I don't know how to say stuff without worrying about sounding guilt trippy or being misinterpreted. I don't know what parts I should or shouldn't say in most instances of any conversation. I'm not sure how to help someone without spewing facts or help advice. Idk how to connect with someone without a shared interest. Most conversations feel like a battlefield, and it's stressing me out. Please, if you have advice, give it.

Stag with his beautiful horns.

Ok i haven't played Penocony yet as i am still stuck in the Xianzou🥲 but kept up with the lore and Man this Man his just so holy and divine i need more Sunday content honestly idk whether i should make a manipulative priest Sunday or Fallen sinner fic idk mans design screams biblical accurate angel, priest or pope vibes like-🤭😭✨

{𝓓𝓮𝓪𝓻 𝓟𝓮𝓽 } 𝓚𝓪𝓮𝔂𝓪 𝓐𝓵𝓫𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓬𝓱 𝔁 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻

{𝓲𝓲} 𝓑𝓮 𝓶𝔂 𝓖𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽

Suddenly as if a weight had been lifted off yourself, your body recovered consciousness and jolted awake opening your eyes you saw a blurry figure standing in front of you. Shaking your head to wake you were instead met by one of the most beautiful shades of periwinkle that a person could have as an eye color. As the lights above you began to illuminate you finally could see however it is.

The man had dark blue hair that reached below his shoulder. His then right eye was covered by an eyepatch making you look towards his left side instead taking a closer look to his features you where a little in awe at his beauty you have never thought someone that handsome ever existed especially something out of a fairy tale.

You then began to take in the surrounding that place was now illuminated by the dim lamps above, which wasn't the case when you arrived and the place was no longer covered in dust and dirt instead everything was neatly tucked away, cleaned showcasing the lavish guest area not even a trace of anything seen when you arrived was here?

Looking towards the man again in pure confusion " Where am I " you asked clearly not gripping the situation which also seems to give the man a slightly confused reaction too but alittle amused at the same time by the looks of it his lip had slightly curved.

"Interesting don't you think? I was about to ask you the same" what business? do you have in my mansion young miss/ sir and in who's authority did you have entry to this area?

He said his silky voice deepening signaling his change in demeanour addressing his authority but the amused look on his face didn't change abit.

You quickly got up from the couch bowing your head as you refusively began to apologize about entering some else property because from the looks of it looked really abanded and in the mindset of finding shelter you probably imagined something else and where to leave right away when the rain calmed abit.

The man in response shook his head instead ,arms crossed as he leaned up against the wall looking back at you in understanding.

"Well then you should've just said so young miss/sir but I still don't understand why I wasn't notified of this entry of yours and to how you got unsupervised I might need to start giving out proper discipline especially to such unattended matters" his voice going cold but immediately changed looking back at you.

Which genuinely frightened you *how does someone's demeanour constantly keep changing from friendly to violent in just a few minutes ?*

* And what does it mean about servants you couldn't even hear a pin drop of noise since you arrived and how the hell did this place change you sweared to god you weren't't imagining things.*

You thought to your self, running through the forest wet and cold couldn't suddenly make you delusional to imagine the place look like something it was not but for some reason you wanted to mentally slap yourself, you felt slightly embrassed and guilty at the same for intruding into someone else property and the right thing to do was to leave immediately.

Apologizing once again you grabbed your backpack from below and was ready to head out but was immediately stopped by his voice once again turning from his friendly side to cold.

"Do you really think it's advisable for a young lady/lad as yourself to be roaming around such late hours of the night, all alone?"

*Well he did have a point, it was really late and still pouring outside and the way out of here is the woods which you really didn't want to deal with the occurrence of yourself being lost again at such time and evening if you did make it out the last town was properly miles away*

Sighing deeply you turned around to face the man who's expression soon changed back to normal, you nodding in agreement.

"Great then! As my guest for the night and as your host let me have the honors of serving you to night, making sure you're properly feed and have a nice warm bed to sleep on!"

He said cheerfully before lightly clapping his hands.

"Adeline would you mind taking our beloved guest's backpack back to their room?"

"Yes Master" someone whispered behind you their cold breath making you get chills swiftly from the scare. There stood a pale looking woman, her eye motionless as she held your bag in two hands before bowing down and in a blink of an eye she vanished as she was never there just seconds ago. Clearly Abit spooked you looked back to the male not able to process whatever is going on you kept silent, in return the male gave you a reassuring smile.

Gently placing his hand around your waist as he guided you towards the dinner area, *where a hot freshly cooked meal awaits*

Little did you know staying the night at this strangers place was a really really bad life decision you had chosen to accomplish yourself with.

{𝓓𝓮𝓪𝓻 𝓟𝓮𝓽 } 𝓚𝓪𝓮𝔂𝓪 𝓐𝓵𝓫𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓬𝓱 𝔁 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻

{𝓲} 𝓢𝓽𝓪𝔂𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓝𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽

ෆMasterlistෆ

Clouds slowly clouded the one's sunny sky of any light turning it into a light of grey instead, harsh sets of wind blew alongside the forest trees that surrounded you moving agreesively as leaf's flew all over. Signaling the birds and animals around that there was gonna be an incoming storm.

You couldn't help but shiver at the harsh winds, quickly retiring back from your hike as you tried stalking your way outta there but to no avail. As the tall trees surrounded the area blocking you view of any kind of path especially the one you'd took from the nearest village. Now to only end up lost in the unknown.

As if your day couldn't get any worse small droplets of water began spilling out from the sky, one by one it soon became heavy, while you tried finding an alternative way out.

You're thought's soon halted when the booming sounds of thunder accompanied by even more rain.

Sighing as you felt yourself being drenched in rain water and the coldness by the gust of winds that made their way to you.

Thankfully luck was finally on your side as you began to follow up a small path at the distance that led to an open field, in between stood proudly a large rundown manor that looked like it would've have been something glamorous at it's time or area of prime. Sadly now that's left is a dark and hallow place with over growned weeds that covered the cracked walls and fences making it look somewhat unsettling.

While standing in the pouring you felt a shiver around yourself, quickly gathering your breath before sprinting towards the manor for shelter, then leaning against one of the pillars as you took to catch your breath and shaking yourself rid of any form of water to dry off. You opted to staying outside but after glancing back at the dark clouds you knew it wasn't gonna end anytime soon.

Glancing towards the manor doors instead you too you thought I'd be best to dry instead even though no one lived here the places was basically abandoned so...

But something inside you kept you away from that decision, from all the horror story's you've consumed you're entry. Peering into the darkness you couldn't help but gulp. Stepping into the mansion closing the door behind that left clanking sound. Finally you were inside!

Adjusting your eyes you took in the place/surrounding the place you stood before was a grand entrance in between leading to long stairway, and in the corner left you spotted and old dusty looking couch near a window in the corner that showed the pouring rain outside.

*This was probably some kind of greeting area for guests to wait*

Not opting to wandering around the place you decide to stay where ever where. Unhooking your backpack you placed it against the couch before plopping onto it letting out a large sigh, before slowly drifting off to sleep the only sounds could be heard was the constant clicks of rain droplets against the window and your heartbeat, surprisingly it was peaceful?

But at the same time you couldn't shake off the feeling like you where being watched, somehow it probably was your imagination, it was the case though when you suddenly felt something cold and slender pressed against your hands!?

Your entire body felt numb your eyes closed shut only the thoughts racing inside your head where unbound. Your heartbeat quickened with a set of pearls sliding off the top of your head. The hand started caressing your cheek before slowly trailing down to your exposed collarbone. You wanted to wake up and push away who ever was touching you but couldn't. Like prey being captured by its predator you froze in place to afraid for the outcome.

You then heard a low chuckle, accompanied by the hand placing itself onto your shoulder instead.

{𝓓𝓮𝓪𝓻 𝓟𝓮𝓽 } 𝓚𝓪𝓮𝔂𝓪 𝓐𝓵𝓫𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓬𝓱 𝔁 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻

Intro

ෆMasterlistෆ

𝙳𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 : You accidentally stumbled upon an old abandoned manor one rainy night taking upon yourself to head inside and be faced with a dusty old guest area, cold and trench in rain water you couldn't help but decided to take a nap upon one of the decent looking couches upfront only to wakeup and be face to face with manor's Master himself who "insisted" you'd stayed the night. After all you are his guest n wouldn't it be rude to decline a host offer?

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I’ll take care of ya.

@coffee-cupps My First request! Thank you! I hope you enjoy! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It was rough for you, here on the Tyranny. Nickel knew that. Well, with the big five constantly sneering at you and talking about how weak humans were, it was bound to break anyone. But they wouldn’t hurt you, that Nickel made sure of. You stayed in either her quarters or the medibay. She’d left you on Messatine during their last hunt, just to make sure you were safe. When she came back to her suite, she couldn’t find you. “Y/N?” She said softly, knowing that you were probably hiding again. She heard your sniffles from behind a console, and sat beside it. “Y/N… We’re home.” At 6 feet tall, Nickel was just taller than most humans. But she could still pick you up and hold you close. “I thought you’d left me.” “Ah hon.. Ya know I’d never leave you.” She smiles, wiping your tears with a soft cloth she kept in her subspace. “Why? I want to go home…” Home, meaning Earth. Back to that filthy little organic planet. The only good thing that came from that planet, was you. “Ya know I can’t do that, sweetspark. The boys won’t let me. They’d have you caught again before you could make it somewhere safe.” She said, wiping your tears again. They’d picked you up when they’d taken some poor sap’s name from the list. They were smuggling you to some exotic pet trade. “I’ll take care of ya. You know?” “Thank you, Nickel.” “Y/N?” “Yeah?” “I won’t let them hurt you.”

Willful Neglect

author:

Anonymous

summary:

"Dazai..." Chuuya's voice comes out too tight and small, unlikely to ever reach Dazai. His hand lifts shakily, in some dazed attempt to stop him. There is panic wild and fast in his chest, the beginnings of hyperventilation, his breaths shallow and quick.   Something's wrong, something's wrong—   This hurts too much, it's not supposed to be like this—   His vision is blurring, and his head is taut and aching with the stress and anxiety and so much anguish that he can barely comprehend it. The last of Dazai's hazy form disappears, far in the distance. _______   Forced into a difficult situation, Dazai has to leave Chuuya behind post-Corruption without his usual thorough check-up. Only, he has no idea just what state Chuuya was in as he was walking away from him that night. Grief is a good teacher on how to value those you love. When he gets Chuuya back, Dazai uses his lessons well.