The Sculptor
The sculptor
Summary: Bucky has a way with words and actions, a true machiavellian under that pearly smile and those stormy eyes, well he knows he has the reader wrapped around his little finger, putty in his hands and he knows exactly how to mold her.
Pairing: Dark!Bucky x Naive!Reader
Word count: 1605
Warnings: TW/mentions of sexual assault, cockwarming, manipulation, edging, overstimulation.
A/N: so this is an entry for @mariessecretfantasies 500 followers challenge based losely on the lyric prompt 23 or Scary Monsters (and Super Creeps) by David Bowie, and also my first attempt at writing Dark bucky so any and all constructive criticism is welcome!
He takes his time with you, never in a hurry, never afraid. He isn't scared of losing the feel of your soft skin under the palm of his hands, your legs that wrap so well around him, the mouth he drinks out of, he consumes you everyday. To the brink and back, leave you heaving and broken but you'll never leave,
This is what he did, this is his reward, that's what he wanted and so it's what he has, his silly little woman wrapped like a coil around his little finger,
He watched you with half lidded eyes, his strong arms folded behind his head and the hints of a smirk that stretchs his lips, he'll let you exhaust yourself, before he makes a move, low whines rumbling through your chest
"Buckyyy, please" your head lulled back and your perfect tits in the air with every bounce, your hands on his abdomen, you stop every once in a while, pressing your hands down and grinding your hips, scratch your nails down his chest, make promises, anything for him to just please let you get there,
No matter how hard you try it just isnt the same, your strength is always less compared to him, and this drive to reach the high, with him, but he wouldn't give in, not that easily
You've always been so useless on your own, you know it too "please! I-I promise I'll be better, I'm stupid anyway, please bucky I won't ask you again" you whine again, it feels like it's been hours, your body and all its nerves on fire with need but he looked much too pleased with the little game.
Your shoulders slumped, body tingling with the overwhelming feeling of fullness but nothing more, body falling forward onto his chest, and those pearly tears on the harbor waiting for release when he speaks
"I don't know why you do it" he tsked, your whimpers in his ear as he looks down at the mess of hair and sweaty limbs on top of him, "asking me if you could go to the city, when I've told you that you can't, Don't you trust me?" He asked you, face pressed into his chests and soft sobs choked out,
"Look at me Y/N" you could hear your heart crack more, why did he call you by your name? Had you done it this time? What if he didn't want anything to do with you now?
"Why would you want to go there? In that danger? You know what would've happened if I hadn't found you don't you? I've given you anything you could want and more? So why do you always want to leave? Am I not enough?"
Big sad eyes peered into the bright azure of his, the pearly tears shining under the dim sunlight, you were a vision, so perfectly compliant, putty in his hands. He had you by the throat, his fingers pressing where it hurt and he knew that he had won the round, He was pygmalion and you were his best creation,
"No-No you're perfect bucky, so much better than I deserve, you've given me everything, I promise I won't ask again, I don't even know what i was thinking please don't leave me" you said quick and breathless, all choked up and he knew that you were close to a breakdown,
He operated these strings, he knew how to push you and he knew your limits, the perfect woman, a beautiful little doll and he was the handler.
"Leave you? Oh honey I could never" he changes it, his tone sympathetic, his eyes morose "are you sure that you don't want to leave?"
Hold the string that aches the deepest, gather it hard, dig with your nailbeds and pull
"No I promise! I love you, only you Sergeant please" he growled, you knew how to push him too,
"I'm yours please bucky take me"
You had to say no more, he turned you over at the speed of light, fingers digging into your thighs, he pushes your legs up, stuck so well against him,
He's heard your whines and he's heard your pleas, and hes seen what a perfect mess you can be and he wants all of it, every inch of it and more, he wants to destroy you, his, that's all you are and that's all you need to be,
So he gives it to you, hard and fast, hips jutting at the speed of light, he'd leave you struggling to hold on, so you could do nothing but take it, take him, anything and everything he would give you,
His doll squeals against him, one moment the squeals are muffled by his mouth and then the regal metal of his hand is closing around your neck, you see stars, your vision blackening around the edges and raw pleasure coursing through your veins,
You had never felt so good before, you probably wouldn't have existed without him, he's all you knew,
Close so close, you love it when he uses you like this, so majestic on top of you, when the only thing you could focus on was the dark azure, the pressure of metal on your neck and the feeling of fullness that comes with being joined to him this way, and you love every bit of it,
So you give in, let your body pull you into the deep ditch of ecstasy, he leaves you twitching and gasping, you tell him as best as you can "I-I'm-!" his pace increasing at the notion and then you couldn't think anymore,
The electricity that reignited all of your nerve endings was too sweet to miss out on, you were floating for hours, stars in your eyes and the imprint of the beautiful blue ones you spend your days losing yourself in,
Limbo, sweet, sweet limbo, that's your safe place. You feel him belatedly, those strong arms wrapped around you again and his soft lips on your cheek, he was purring against you, when you stretched your fingers to feel his stubble and then his long beautiful strands, you moved your face to pull him in, show him how grateful you were with a single kiss.
He let's you, he knows he has you in his fist, He rules inside your mind, coiled around your soul, he's all you have, He has made sure of it.
"I love you" you murmers against his lips and he replies with a hum
"I don't like it when you talk about useless things like that"
But I just wanted to go out
You don't question him, you've learnt not to.
"It's been happening way too much for my liking, you know how i feel about this don't you little doll" "yes Bucky"
You're such a bad person.
"I mean the least you could do is be grateful, you wouldn't last one day out there, if I hadn't saved you that day you wouldn't be alive either" and don't you know it, all too well.
You wouldn't be alive without him, the odds were never in your favor, you're only a silly girl who ran from an abusive home, a hitchhiker who trusted the wrong crowd, a fragile girl on the brink of death when he saved her, he saved you, the mystery man from the gas station, that's what you knew him as then.
Those blue eyes had always enticed you, you'd noticed him staring at you from across the dinner down the street, the cap hung on his head and his locks behind his ears, it irked you then, it looked like he could see right through you, but know you knew that it's because he did.
You were a lost little girl looking for stability and love, when you got on the truck that day you didn't expect the turn it took,
It's when they stopped on a rest stop, for a little while at night, you didn't know when it took the turn it did, how the sleazy men that rode with you managed to overpower you, you had wanted to put up a fight, you thought you had it in you, but it's when you heard the rip of your dress that you realized you really didn't, that there was nothing you could do,
Until you saw it, the gloved hand that grasped the shoulder of the man on top of you, Bucky saved you when no one else would, he took you away from the big bad world,
So what if you weren't allowed to go into the city anymore? The city had done nothing for you anyway,
The little voice in your head used to scream at you all day but now it only popped back once in a while, it was easier to ignore now,
It stung how you couldn't do some things you thought you would do once you had it under control, if that night hadn't happened. You had hoped to leave when bucky rescued you, but that was never your choice to make anyway.
You were ungrateful about it, the voice always told you to fight it, leave him, that he was a monster, for trapping you this way, that he never really asked you if you wanted to be loved the way he loved you,
It was silly, at least you were loved. You'd take whatever he'd give you, his anger, his lust, his love. You'd give and give until you had nothing left to give,
The Perfect little girl, you were Galatea and He was the perfect sculptor.
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Silence
Summary: Bucky hated the silence for how much it would hurt him, until you came along and changed everything.
Pairing: Bucky barnes x reader.
Warning: none just a lot of fluff.
A/n: hi I'm very new to the tumblr world,so if you read this and like it or think there's something missing please let me know any help is appreciated, i hope you like this!
Silence is a label, a cover for the smaller, more intimate details of life, Bucky has endured his fair share of silence. He didn't cherish it, within the loud noises of gun firing and the screams of the people who fell victim to him, just a puppet, he hid. In those moments when his heart thrumed and beated wildly in his chest, the screams so loud they gave way to nothingness, the silence of electricity rushing through his brain, the silence ripping at the last pieces of who he used to be, the realization that he was losing all he had by the minute and he could do nothing, silence. He hated it.
Well until you came along.
You with your sweet ringing laughter and the mischievous glint in it that he found himself chasing. It was there that day when he met you, the carefree giggles that filled the air and lit him up from the inside out, it knocked the breath out of him, legs moving without thought and then he found himself standing right in front of you. You standing behind the counter with your friend laughing together, it was then that he realized that it wasn't loud at all, anyone standing a few feet away from the diner would have never even heard it, but he wasn't anyone.
He frequented that diner from then on, sometimes he could feel your eyes lingering on him, or hear your friend whisper teasingly to you, the light blush dusting your cheeks was proof enough, but he stopped himself from going further. This was too good to be true, that light that surrounded you, it was too good to be tainted just like that, he brought trouble along with him, he would never let you hurt because of him, he would make sure of it.
It took him seeing you deal with a bad customer to stop wallowing alone in his sadness and pent up affection for you. He hadn't spared a single thought before he went up and put the guy in his place, it wasn't very hard either. It had earned him a grateful smile, he knew that he'd take down worse just to keep you smiling. You'd taken a chance then and sat with him in his seat despite the risk of your boss seeing and it had nothing to with him defending her honor.
Just one taste and he was back for more, like a moth to your flame, only it warmed him up better than the best cup of cocoa and a loving hug, he'd come again just to have you sit across sneakily and talk for however much time you could,he asked you out soon.
It had been a steady ride since, sometimes he found it hard to believe that someone so brilliant and amazing as you could ever love someone like him, it's been two summers since he'd met and concluded that you were everything he'd ever need.
You both had problems of your own, struggles and pain and regrets and fears but you endured them together. Bucky couldn't find it within him to forgive his own self for the atrocities he'd committed under other's control, he didn't think he deserved it either, sometimes regret and resentment over power the best of love but they'd rode that wave together as well. He worked hard to turn his thoughts around and tried to learn how to love himself.
And then somewhere along the way he started loving the silence too.
The silence of when he'd wrap himself around you, feel you cradle his face against your chest, whisper sweet reassuring words and chase away his fears away, when you would sit together in the dead of the night and rock together with nothing but the sound of two hearts beating together to fill the space. When he didn't need to explain why he needed to feel you close, for him to feel secure in your arms, because you just knew.
The silence that filled the air as you wiped away at the blood that covered him in places, his and others. The concerned scolding giving way to loving care when you take care of him, stitch his wounded arm up like you had his heart and you didn't need words to tell the other how scared you were of ever losing this, of expressing the common knowledge that there was no one, no one that could fill both of your hearts like the other does.
The silence that filled the air when he pressed wet cloths to your head and the one when he fed you the soup he'd learnt from his ma, when he carried you around in his arms so you couldn't exhaust yourself and pressed soft kisses to your face, when he'd run and get just about anything you needed without a single complaint.
The one that surrounded you when you'd sit with his head in your lap on that checkered red picnic blanket under the shade, eating the food you both spent the early hours making, excitedly finding spots to chase that very silence, to see the gorgeous sun and to feel the breeze rustling and tickling you with it,
Under the moonlight, laying in each other's arms. The calmness that surrounds after a night of soft embraces, affectionate smiles and love oozing with every action you take. To love together and feel it in its peaks together. The sheen of sweat that covers your bodies and the exhausted an blissed out smiles that stretch on your face as you agree to take in the moment for what it is.
The silence around you when you work together in harmony, under the golden light when you work perfectly to cook meals, for yourself and sometimes to share with the other people you'd opened your heart to and the ones you lived in. The calm before the carefree conversation and laughter would fill the air, when you'd stand together and watch, contented with the result of the work you'd put in.
The silent moments when you two sat together watching the rain pelt on the window, while he prepared to express the absolute love he'd been harboring for three summers now, the softness of the moment before it overflowed inevitably with happy tears and hammering heart beats.
The silence before the announcement, the final moment before you were his for everyone to know. He knew he belonged to you the moment he saw you. The soft single, moment before it all changed, before they gathered to experience something none of them had before.
Bucky fell in love with the silence just as well as he'd fallen for the sound. Silence that covered the lifetime of small moments full of love that the two of you were promised to have.
Wow so this just gave me heart ache? Amazing theory very hurtful to think about though lol
Caitlyn in reality versus Caitlyn in Vi's memory
I will NEVER get over this. Look at how big her eyes are and how her lips are slightly parted. I don't even know how to describe it, but she looks so much more vulnerable and even sexual?? Like it's almost a mix of varying kinds of intimacy in one. She's someone Vi feels an emotional attachment to and safe to be open with, but also someone she wants to protect and is physically attracted to at the same time.
Revamping this account 🥰
Tumblr deleted my long ass rant while I was in the middle of writing it so you’re spared and will only get a summed up version
Long story short; your abs are supposed to be covered with a healthy, protective layer of fat. The shape Jason Momoa is in during his movies is achieved by a diet designed to lower his body fat to unhealthy numbers, dehydrating him and enhancing his abs with make up. This is what ripped, muscular, healthy person looks like on their off time. If you think this is a dad bod, for the love of everything that is holy, shut up and absolutely never comment on a man’s body ever again. I mean hell, you can still see his damn v-line, what fucking dad bod has that?!
Don’t believe me? Google some bodybuilders who are off their contest diet. The men who literally make a living for having defined muscles. For 360 days a year, they do not look like the way you think they do. During a bodybuilding contest, these men’s body fat is under 7%, they’re dehydeated and covered in fake tan that helps the muscles show up. And it’s literally only for that day, because it’s extremely unhealthy. Same goes for actors who are known for being ripped - they’re at their worst when they’re filming. This exact same shit happened with Vin Diesel few years ago with people getting a paparazzi shot of his “beer belly” and I’m genuinely worried of the young men who grow up in this society thinking being muscular means having defined abs 24/7.
Jason Momoa looks ripped and healthy, yall are just blind with unrealistic standards.
Slowly crawling out of my little cave after being a lurker for half a century.
i need tumblr friends but i also need to like talk to said tumblr friends. like i forget all basic communication skills when i meet someone new here, like oh our vibes are the same? SWEET!!! im gonna be too scared to talk to you
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The only hospital in the place of our displacement was threatened with evacuation in preparation for it being bombed, entered and destroyed like the rest of the hospitals in the Gaza Strip.
In what is called the humanitarian zone. The area, once home to 1.6 million displaced people, has been shrinking relentlessly due to bombings and evacuations.
Now only 26 square kilometers, each square kilometer houses about 30,000 people.
The last operational hospital, Al-Aqsa Martyrs Hospital, was also threatened and evacuated, leaving 100 patients whose fate is uncertain.
We faced endless suffering for 11 months. ❤️🩹❤️🩹
With the continued bombing day and night.
We kept wondering when this nightmare will end????? 😭😭
Do you still hear our cries??
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