#darksoulmate au

pretty when you cry - chapter ten

series masterlist/my writing playlist/chapter eleven

pairing:dark!biker!bucky x curvy!reader (dark!soulmate au)

warnings:Dead Dove: Do Not Eat. 18+ ONLY. dubcon smut. noncon/dubcon relationship. spit kink. slight degradation. unprotected sex. nipple play. swearing. choking. mentions of past noncon intercourse . kidnapping? uh the crying kink - i literally can’t remember what it’s called lmao if i’m missing anything please let me know!

words: 4.4k

notes: like i said in a post earlier - this is definitely not the last chapter lol. i added something that turned into a bigger something and so there’s gonna be way more to come. majority of what i wrote for chapter ten originally is now pretty much all in the next chapter lmao. i’m really dragging this thing out, aren’t i? anyway if you were looking forward to reader’s punishment… you’ll have to bear with me until next week. but i think it’s worth it hope you enjoy this chapter which is literally just smut mean!bucky makes his triumphant return in chapter eleven so keep an eye out for that.

feedback and comments are more than welcome and always appreciated! thank you for reading and reblogging.

This is a DARK series!!! Please proceed with abundant caution.

You didn’t pay much attention to anything aside from finding an empty pump. That was easy enough to do on a Sunday night. There were only two other cars getting gas and a couple of cars parked in front of the store front. You parked by the nearest station you could and hopped out with your debit card in hand. You inserted the chip into the card reader so you could pay and expected to be prompted to begin your pumping.

But that didn’t happen.

The screen read that there was an error. Annoyed and huffy, you tried again. And then once more before another message came on the screen saying you’d have to pay inside. The last thing you wanted to do was waste time dealing with a cashier and having to go in, but you didn’t have any other cards you could try. Begrudgingly, you rolled your eyes and rolled your neck, trying to relieve some tension before you’d be face to face with another person. You were sure you looked erratic so you tried to pull yourself together before leaving your car and rushing to get inside so you could pay. You just needed to fill up your tank and get the hell out of there.

The ringing of the bell on the entrance door alerted you to a nervous looking cashier. He was breathing like he was trying to keep himself calm as beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. When he saw you, he gave you a nervous smile that you cautiously returned. Something was off. Something was wrong. The bell rang again but you didn’t pay it any mind. You wanted to just say screw it and find another gas station downtown, but before you could turn around and head back to your car, you felt a hand on your shoulder. You jumped at the unexpected touch and paled at the unexpected face that met yours as you looked behind you.

“Fancy meeting you here,” Natasha said in her smokey voice with a smile on her face. She either didn’t seem to notice your rising anxiety or just decided to ignore it as she moved her hand off of you before continuing. “Now what’s Bucky’s girl doing all alone on this side of town this late at night?”

“It’s not that late,” you said defensively. “And I’m not his girl,” you quickly added, rushing to remind her and yourself of that. She just smiled and laughed at you - you couldn’t tell if it was condescending or if she really thought you were joking - but it didn’t matter. And if you hadn’t been annoyed already, you were well and truly pissed off now. To which, Nat quickly caught on.

“Down, kitty. What’s got you all riled up?” she said, sounding concerned, but again you really couldn’t tell if she was just being condescending or not.

“I just need to put gas, okay? Is that not allowed? Do I need a chaperone to go out alone now? As if I haven’t been followed around nearly everyday for almost a month,” you ranted, ignoring the gaze of the other customers in the small store, all of whom quickly left after Natasha looked at them with a stare that chilled even you.

After the last person left, Nat finally returned her gaze to you.

“Got somewhere to be?” she asked as she took in your nervous, agitated demeanor.

“Home,” you lied swiftly. There was no way she knew what your plans were or even if Bucky knew where you were at the moment.. “Bucky’s waiting for me, so..” you added, lying further as you glanced around outside, desperately wanting to escape to your car.

“Oh, I’m sure he is. But what’s the rush?” she said as your eyes then landed on Sam outside the window of the convenience store, hanging up his phone before he started making his way inside. In an instant, everything clicked. You didn’t know if you should be scared or angry. Reality was both, but you decided to go with anger.

“Whatis the rush?” you bit out. “You tell me. Why do we need to talk right now? I’m sure we both have places to be.”

“I think you know exactly where you’re supposed to be. And we both know it isn’t at a gas station with your car packed like you’re about to skip town.” she said seriously.

“AndI think, it’s none of your business. Scoping out my car the second I walked away?” you said harshly as Sam neared the both of you.

“Honey, I clocked you the second you pulled in,” she responded as Sam came to stand next to her. It felt like they were blocking you in. They probably were.

“Y/N, it’s good to see you,” Sam began before you cut him off.

“Save it.” you interrupted. “You were just talking to him outside, right?” you asked him straight up. Silence was your answer. “He’s on his way, then?” you continued.

He still didn’t really respond, just looked at you with sympathy. It made you even more upset.

And then you heard the roar of Bucky’s bike. And you knew you were fucked.

“I really thought you were different,” you said sadly to Sam before trying to walk past him and Nat to get back to your car. You could see Bucky from where you stood and to say he looked pissed was an understatement. He looked nearly unhinged. He had parked his bike behind your car and when he threw open the back door, you only then realized you had left your car unlocked and your keys in the ignition. As you watched him, you were sure he was rifling through your bags.

Before you could pass them, Sam stopped you gently. It didn’t take much, you could feel the fight draining out of you with each second that passed.

“I’m sorry. But he would have lost it completely if you just up and disappeared. I promise you, it would have just made things worse. No one would’ve been safe. I’m just trying to help protect you and the people you care about. And… he loves you, you know that. You two are meant to be together, aren’t you? You’re soulmates?”

You ignored his last question. Tired of hearing “but we’re soulmates” as an excuse for the way Bucky was acting.

“You think this is protecting me?” you asked, truly confused. But they didn’t know. How would they have?

“He’d never hurt you,” Natasha said confidently. You couldn’t help but laugh wryly at that. With a shake of your head, you turned back around to head outside to your car.

You were surprised to see that Bucky was pumping gas into your car but when he saw you, he slammed the pump back into its station and closed the cap to your tank as he stared at you predatorily. Worry and confusion running through you. You couldn’t tell for the life of you what was going to happen next. You couldn’t figure out what he was going to do.

He was fuming as he watched you approach slowly and cautiously.

“Where the fuck were you going?” he asked, deceptively quiet, when he knew you were near enough to hear him.

“Nowhere,” you began without thinking. You felt like how you did as a kid getting caught in a lie. Right before you knew you were about to be in trouble. For some reason, you just tried to keep lying instead of admitting the truth and facing your punishment, desperately trying to avoid it. “I wasn’t-”

“Don’t fucking lie to me, y/n! Do you think I’m stupid? Like I didn’t see these bags packed full of your shit?” You flinched at him suddenly yelling at you even though there was a good distance between you still. The only other time he had yelled, truly, yelled at you like that was the night he had broken into your house the first time.

“I just needed to get away. I need to be away from you. I mean, you just threatened my family, Bucky. Did you really expect me to just be fine with that? I - I can’t have these threats hanging over my head. I don’t want to be forced to be with you. You’re trying to blackmail me into a relationship and this is just - this is all so fucked,” you said, broken hearted.

“Get in the car,” he ordered harshly.

“No,” you refused, trying to hide the nerves in your voice.

“Get your ass in the car before I make you get in,” he growled.

You looked behind you as you felt eyes on you while yours had started to sting. You saw Sam and Nat staring from across the lot, watching raptly at the embarrassingly dramatic scene unfolding before them. You realized then that they were really just watching you. As if you’d take off running at any given moment. You accepted then that you didn’t have a viable way out of there. So, reluctantly, you climbed into the passenger seat of your own car as Bucky got into the driver’s seat in the blink of an eye.

Bucky peeled out of the gas station the second you closed your door. It was tense and quiet and you could literally feel the rage radiating off of him. His knuckles were white on the steering wheel and his jaw was clenched so hard you were momentarily worried about his teeth. You wanted to speak, to say something. To protest at the very least. But you didn’t. You couldn’t. You didn’t think you could push him any further before something bad happened. But a sinking feeling in your gut was telling you that something bad was already happening.

He drove in silence for what felt like forever, but in reality was only about 15 minutes, before he passed the sign indicating that you were now out of the town limits. You turned to Bucky the second that information registered.

“Where are you taking me?”

He didn’t look back to you, didn’t respond at all, just accelerated his already over-the-limit speed.

It was only a couple minutes later that your question was answered as he pulled up to a secluded house just outside of town. It was nice. Really nice. It was a two story modern farmhouse. It looked new and… costly. You were still confused though. You didn’t know where you were or why he had taken you there. Was this his house? You didn’t think much more on that, though as Bucky parked and shut off your car - exiting it just as swiftly.

He rounded the hood and threw your door open before he dragged you out of the car, not even giving you the chance to react. His grip was strong and it hurt as he walked you up to the front door before he opened it almost effortlessly and shoved you inside.

Not having the wherewithal to even try and stop your motion before you tripped over yourself and fell to your hands and knees. When you turned back around in shock, you realized that Bucky wasn’t there. He was back at your car, grabbing all of your bags from your back seat. You scrambled up to your feet and as you went outside to protest, he turned back on you before you even stepped foot out of the door.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” you seethed as you tried to hold your ground at the threshold of the door. He walked straight up to you, his glare alone enough to send you walking cautiously backward into the house. He threw your bags down and slammed the door shut behind him, his dark eyes never leaving yours as he stalked toward you. For the life of you, you couldn’t look away. Your throat went dry as you watched him approach closer and closer and the most unexpected thrill went through you, but you refused to pay it any mind as you needed to figure out your next move in this unknown space. Before you could, though, Bucky finally responded to you.

“Taking what’s mine,” he said roughly as he grabbed you by the waist just the same. He moved so swiftly and had you pressed up tightly against him in the blink of an eye before he moved his metal hand to your throat, applying constricting pressure as he stared down into your eyes. You could only imagine what you looked like, mouth agape as you stared up at him, hands pulling at his wrist trying to get him to drop his grip on your neck.

He loosened his grip after a moment of you struggling against him before his hand moved up to your jaw, holding your face up to keep your gaze.

“You are mine,” he stated hungrily before leaning down and crashing his lips to yours, his metal hand never leaving your face, just pulling you closer. You were astonished by how desperate it felt. As he grabbed at you and kissed you deeper than ever, you realized that he was, in fact, acting in desperation. He pulled away only to breathe before he picked you up behind your thighs and lifted you as you reflexively wrapped your thick legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. He held you effortlessly as he walked you up a staircase leading to the second floor. Your mind was in a haze as he entered what you assumed was the master bedroom. He dropped you onto the bed and wasted no time in removing his clothes before he did the same to you.

You didn’t fight him. In fact, you helped him as he removed each article of clothing you were wearing. Your armor quickly falling as his touch set you on fire. Nothing made sense but that didn’t matter. None of it mattered. All that mattered was him. It was disorienting how quickly things turned in.. less than an hour.

After you were laid back on the bed completely naked, he climbed on top of you, lavishing kisses from your lips, along your neck, to your breasts, down your stomach and finally kissing down to your pussy. You were already wet and his desperation was making you feel the same.

He licked and sucked hungrily, leaving you writhing beneath him. His hands found your hips, holding you down to stop you from involuntarily moving as you were looking for more stimulation from him. He swirled his tongue around your sensitive clit before sucking it into his mouth, eliciting a pleasure fueled scream from you as you grabbed onto the sheets. He sucked for a little longer, before releasing you, moving to lick one last long, deep stripe through your folds up to your bundle of nerves.

As he moved back up your body, you felt his hard length pressing against you as he leaned down to be face to face with you again. His flesh hand moved to grip your chin once again as his metal hand was beside your head, holding him up above you. You were breathing heavily as you stared into his deep blue eyes while he looked down at you with an undeniable, carnal, lust in his gaze.

“You really thought you could just leave me like that, sweetheart?” he asked, almost pained. You didn’t know what to say and the urge to apologize was one you had to fight as he continued staring down at you. He leaned closer and pressed a kiss to your lips before adding, “You can’t leave me. You’re never gonna leave, you understand me?” he questioned harshly as he gripped your jaw tighter in his hold.

You heard the unspoken threat and knew that you weren’t getting away from him again - but you really couldn’t find it in yourself to care at the moment as you nodded as best you could while he held your face firmly.

“Good girl,” he praised darkly as he let go of your face and moved to grab his pulsing cock in his flesh hand. He pumped himself twice and you watched as precum leaked from his tip. He moved to angle himself at your entrance before he ran the tip of his cock through your wet folds teasingly. You whined under him and he wasted no time in moving to enter you harshly. You cried at the intrusion, though you were wet and wanting, his size was still a lot for you to take. You gripped his arms that were holding onto your waist as your legs encircled him once more. He didn’t slow down even as you cried. He only held you tighter, and you were sure his grip would leave you bruised like it had before.

“Please,” you cried out as he continued thrusting deeper and deeper into your wet heat. “Please, Bucky, slow down, I can’t.. I can’t take it. S’too much,” you pleaded.

“Oh sweetheart, you can take it. I know you can,” he said patronizingly. “Just keep crying, princess. Love it when you cry for me,” he grunted through his teeth as he pounded into you even harder, leaning closer to your face, kissing away your tears as they fell. You felt like you were being split in two as you cried out his name once more.

“Bucky, it hurts!” you sobbed through the pain and pleasure coursing through you.

“It hurts?” he asked softly in your ear, voice laced with fake care, “How much?” he growled as he rutted into you again, pulling back to look at you, causing you to gasp out, your breath catching in your throat at the feeling his tone sent through you and at the even harder thrust he sent into you as he moved his hands to take your own in his. He moved them up and pinned them to the bed as he intertwined your fingers. His thrusts didn’t slow, he just kept moving against you, his thick cock dragging against your tight walls, the head of him hitting your g-spot perfectly with each thrust, only making you cry out more as you moaned pathetically, the sound turning into a sob. Your heels were digging into his back as you arched yours, inadvertently pulling him closer.

As he leaned back down to you, his face dropped to your neck as your chest touched his. His hands left yours and he moved them to hold onto your waist and around your back as you were still arching against him, holding you close to him as your hands found his biceps before snaking around to wrap your arms around his back.

You felt him biting harshly at the tender skin of your throat before he soothed the sting with his tongue. “You hurt me,” he nearly whispered against your skin. “I think you deserve a little pain tonight, too, princess. S’only fair,” he continued before he moved his head down to your breasts.

You didn’t realize how close you were to coming until Bucky took one of your nipples into his warm, wet mouth and suckled on it, swirling his tongue around your pert bud as his hand found your other breast and played with it, tugging and pulling at your sensitive nipple, squeezing the mound of flesh in his large hand, groaning around your tit as he felt you squeeze his cock even tighter as you inched closer to your impending orgasm.

He bit your nipple and you yelped at the pain, soon replaced by the unrelenting pleasure he was unleashing on your body. His warm tongue swirling around the bud yet again to soothe the sting as he continued pounding into you relentlessly, your nails digging into his back. Every thrust - more forceful than the last, every bite more deep, but every kiss, more sweet. It was the most pleasurable torture to be at his whim. It was painful, but still, you wanted more.

With his arms still around you and you clinging to him, he pulled you up, keeping you against his chest as he sat up with his cock still inside of you. The change of position had you mewling helplessly yet again as he had you sat on his thighs, thrusting up into you with so much force you could do nothing but hold onto him desperately. One of his hands found your hip as he pulled you down harshly against his every thrust, forcing you to meet him with each one as he bounced you up and down on his thick cock.

You relied on him to keep you upright against him, nearly completely leaning against his strong chest as your arms stayed wrapped tightly around him - your face nuzzling into his neck. He slithered his large hand from your hip to in between your sweat covered bodies, his dexterous fingers easily finding your clit as he began to rub it in tight circles as you clenched around him and clung to him tighter, mouth falling open in a silent cry as you came suddenly and violently, crying at the indescribable bliss that overtook you.

Bucky didn’t stop fucking you as he growled and shoved you back down on the mattress, pounding into you without abandon. His right hand was now on your waist and his left found your throat once again and he squeezed as he stared down at you animalistically. You saw the anger, hurt, and disappointment in his eyes, but the undeniable look of lust and longing was there too.

As he stared down at you, eyes boring into your own glossy ones, it looked like he was going to say something more, but didn’t. Just grit his teeth as his hand became more constricting around your throat, and his hips began to stutter in their powerful movements. You don’t know why - it was instinctive as your left hand reached out to his hip, craving him - wanting him closer - wanting to touch him, while your right hand covered his metal one still on you as he used your overworked and sensitive hole to chase his own release. A part of you was keenly aware just how easily it would be for him to crush your throat if he wanted to, and how controlled his strength was as he got closer. That turned you on, and you wanted more.

Your hand tightened around his, the constriction somehow bringing you closer to another orgasm, your silky walls tightening around him, making him groan deeply as he nearly lost control. You whimpered beneath him as he stopped moving inside you. His grip slipped up to your jaw and he forced your mouth open with the pressure.

“Tongue out,” he ordered harshly and you obeyed without thinking - absolutely no hesitation. He grinned wickedly before he lightly patted your cheek in approval. He pursed his lips and then spat onto your tongue - you could feel it running down your tongue into your throat before you swallowed it.

You were momentarily brought back to that first night - the memory of his saliva on your tongue before he left you like a used, broken doll alone in your bed. But the renewed thrusting of his cock inside your tight walls quickly pulled you back to the present.

“I get my cock in you and you just become so compliant, don’t you, princess,” he taunted before kissing you hotly. “This is just what you needed, isn’t it? Just needed me to fuck you stupid so you don’t have to think, don’t have to worry about anything,” he continued, you could feel his breath against your cheek as he spoke and you laid there, writhing, whimpering and whining beneath him.

You did feel stupid. Stupid and embarrased at how accurate he was. You really were being compliant, not even a little bit of fight was coming from you. But right now, with his cock thrusting so deeply into you, making you feel so unbelievably good - with his warmth surrounding you and his weight on top of you - you didn’t care.

You were slightly surprised that his taunting was sending sparks of pleasure straight to your core, while you heated up even more at his words.

“You gonna come again, pretty girl? I can fuckin feel you squeezing me. So goddamn tight,” he was breathing heavily and grunting above you while you stared up at him with wide eyes, nearly gasping for each breath you took in between your now weak moans.

His hands found your hips as his stuttered once again, but he didn’t stop this time. Only moved more brutally against you. The deep, hard strokes of his throbbing cock along your walls was addictive - you almost didn’t want him to stop despite the ache he was leaving you with.

He came as deeply as he could inside of you and when you first felt him shoot his hot come inside your walls, you came yet again around him. He hissed as your walls squeezed his member, wanting to keep him inside. Never wanting it to end. Because you knew what was going to happen once it ended. Once the euphoric high passed, you would be faced with that post-coital clarity. So you begged silently to let the bliss last forever.

Bucky’s arms wrapped around you once again and he flipped you both so that he was now on his back and you were resting on him. His hands rubbed up and down your curves while you both slowly tried to steady your breathing, his cock still snuggly inside of you.

You felt your eyes getting heavy and were grateful to have sleep take you so you didn’t have to come back to reality yet. As you felt yourself slip under, you vaguely heard Bucky’s voice.

“We’ll get the rest of your stuff tomorrow, sweetheart. You’re staying with me. It’ll be easier this way,” he spoke softly into your hair. “I didn’t want to force you, you know. I was trying to give you a choice. But you just kept choosing wrong,” he continued as he shook his head slightly. “You don’t have to worry about anything anymore, though. I got you. I got us,” he mumbled as your eyes shut fully. You didn’t respond, didn’t fully hear or understand him, honestly. Right now, you just needed to sleep. Your head was cloudy and all you registered before sleep took you was the feeling of Bucky’s hands on you, moving to pull his comforter up over the both of you, and his lips brushing your skin.

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