#softdark!bucky

[cryptidcasanova]

Pinot Noir

Detective!Bucky x Reader (soft!dark Bucky)

Summary: Detective Barnes takes on a case involving a missing fiancé, and lucky for him, he knows right where to find her.

Words: 6k

Warnings: Yandere, Obsession, Kidnapping, and Amnesia. Dubcon, Smut, and Party Drugs. Dark themes throughout.

James was closing up for the night. His keys were in one hand and his hat in the other when he heard a frantic knocking on the office door. 

Maybe if he waited it out, whoever it was would go away. He had been working long hours all week. But the knock was persistent, and James could hear the plea on the other side of the door. Someone needed his help. 

It seemed like someone always needed his help.

He should have invested in getting his working hours engraved on the door, but with his line of work, there were no set hours. 

James Barnes Detective Agency

He set down his hat and unlocked the front door, and in an instant, a gentleman was storming into the office.

“Mr. Barnes, I need your help.” The man was panicked, pulling a hand anxiously through his hair. “It’s urgent. I have nowhere else to turn to. Please, Mr. Barnes. You got ‘ta help me.”  

With a curious quip of his brow, James led him over to his desk.

“Slow down, pal,” He let his accent drawl out against the quiet of the room. The man took a breath. “What happened?”

“It’s my girl. Well, my fiancé,” he explained. “She’s missing.”

The detective's eyes danced with a dark, wild light. Unfortunately for his little friend here, James already knew that.

James was staking out a home on an odd job when he first spotted you. You were on your way to work. He knew you were a vision even from far away, far from where he was waiting and watching from his car lookout. You were relaxed, never rushed, and your light composure made it hard for him to turn away.

He watched until you drove off down the road, and it was only then that he realized that he missed crucial moments in his investigation. 

But it was worth it.

He continued his investigation, and it went that way for a few days, watching you from the safety of his car until he could no longer justify extending his stake out.

James never expected it to turn into more than innocent curiosity, but he couldn’t help but learn how you maneuvered around your schedule. You worked and visited friends and carried yourself leisurely, making his heart thump in his chest.

He couldn’t stay away for very long.

His hyper fixation had turned into something more as time drew on. James had bumped into you, met you, and passed by you half a dozen times, and you hardly noticed. A soft smile here, a ‘pardon’ me there. But it wasn't enough.

James learned your schedule. He knew how you liked your morning breakfast sandwiches and what you put in your coffee. He knew you had a soft spot for oldies music and caught you more than once dancing around your kitchen to the smooth, sultry tunes of the 1940s. He knew you prefer to sleep with a fan instead of cracking a window.

An ardent, fervent love brewed within him. He just needed for you to see it too.

There was only one looming problem; you were in a relationship.

James could have used a little more time to pick up on your boyfriend’s intentions, but by the time he realized the man had proposed, James needed to jump into action. Worst of all, you had said yes.  

But James was strategic. He would need to use it to his advantage.

He knew when you were going out to celebrate your engagement. He knew which friends you would be with, and he specifically knew they only drank white wine while you sipped on red - a woman after his own heart.

That’s all it would take. James had a friend across town in the medical field who knew the ins and outs of all street drugs and how to get his hands on them. After all their time working around each other, Bruce Banner wasn’t one to question his motives.

Doping up the wine was the easy part. Delivering it would be a little trickier.

You were dining out at a little Italian restaurant and were busing laughing the night away with your friends when the waiter interrupted the table. 

His eyes were wide with a secretive surprise. Whatever he had to say, he carried a certain excitement about it.

“Excuse me, ladies,” He cleared his throat. “One of our other patrons heard you were celebrating tonight. Here is a bottle of the finest Pinot Noir in Brooklyn. On the house.”

The table paused, your friends looking at you with bated breaths.

What a spectacle. You could hardly believe it.

“Oh no, I couldn’t. It's too nice,” You shook your head with a bashful grin. When the waiter insisted, you were stunned. “Are you sure? Who do I need to thank?”

The grin tugging on your lips had had an addictive quality to it, but the waiter shook his head. He wouldn’t break so easily.

“My lips are sealed,” He ensured. “But it’s from a very generous patron.” And then, without waiting, “May I pour you a glass?”

And you didn’t question it for a moment.

That was your first mistake.

The night passed by in a blur, and you were beyond happy. 

You were engaged to be married, were with your closest friends, and you felt as light as a feather. You were on your second glass of wine, effectively drinking a good portion of the bottle before you started to sway on your feet.

Even better – your friends passed up on it. They weren’t too big of a fan of red wine and were happy to sip on their own drinks while you celebrated.

Overall, it was a perfect night.

After waiting for the buzz to pass, you insisted you were good to drive, promising you just needed some air. And that you would be right as rain. 

And your friends didn’t think twice about it.

That was your second mistake.

It wasn’t until you were on the road and driving back home that the full effects of the doped wine kicked in. You could never have known, but you were blacking out at the wheel. It started slowly, then kicked in quickly and all at once. You were losing your grip on staying awake. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw headlights shining into the passenger side of your car. 

Briefly, you realized that they weren’t there a moment before.

And then your world had gone dark.

You didn’t feel the force of the impact, the crunch of metal against metal. The screeching of tires and broken glass were lost on you. Your head bashed against the window.

To get the record straight, James never wanted you to get hurt. 

But some things were necessary, and the accident would make things easier in the long run. He could admit that the impact was rough, but it was not meant to cause you any real damage.

He worked without hesitation, stepping out from behind the wheel of the hotwired car to your own. James was nimble in prying open the driver’s side door, and once he was close enough, his breath hitched in his chest.

This was the closest he had ever been.

You were completely unaware of how you had captivated him. His leather gloves were soft against your skin, and his breath was warm on your cheek. 

He was going to take care of you now.

And as James pulled you into his arms and carried you down the street, he gave you another once over. You were banged up from the wreck and looked so delicate in his arms, but even then, you were just as beautiful as he imagined. 

Except for one tiny detail: 

The ring. You were wearing the engagement ring.

That was your third mistake.

It was like a dance to James. One-two step. One-two step. And you followed his lead perfectly.

He slid the ring off your finger and backtracked toward the battered car, tossing it into the glovebox with an icy stare. It was a simple engagement band, and the diamond was modest. You deserved much better than that. 

For you, James would move mountains and carve the finest gemstones. In fact, he already had a ring of his own picked out.

James was a meticulous planner. He had to be.

He was long gone when the police finally rolled up to your crashed car. There were no fingerprints left behind, no signs of forced entry, and the only thing left in the battered car was the engagement ring.

It was a gift, a way for James to tell everyone that you were gone. It was a way to tell your fiancé that you didn’t want him anymore.

The police had done their investigation and questioned your friends, but nothing seemed to be out of place. That’s how the police operated. They were slow and lazy and looked for an easy answer. It was predictable behavior from the NYPD.

Everyone thought you had run away and didn’t want to get married. The authorities were convinced that you high-tailed it out of town.

James almost gave your fiancé credit. He wasn’t as quick to let you go, and as the man paced around the office, the detective's eyes turned hard.

“You don’t think she ran away,” James started slowly, snapping back into the present. “Do you?” 

James was calm and composed, not giving away his charade.

Your fiancé was an angry mess, shaking his head wildly.

“She wouldn’t have just left me high and dry.” Your fiancé begged for understanding. "She's a cute dame, but she's not smart enough to run for it. No girl would leave me."

And suddenly, James wished he had been paying a little more attention to the man in front of him. He didn't deserve you.

Annoyance prickled in his veins. James would never talk about you that way. Didn't this pissant know you were intelligent, gentle, and one of a kind? 

Clearly not.

 “She was taken, Mr. Barnes. She must have been taken.” The man droned on. "No one leaves me. No one. We were happy."

James would have admired his spirit if it were about any other woman. But the man made a mistake. 

Were you happy? 

James knew that he could make you the happiest dame in Brooklyn. He hummed slowly, listening to the man recount his side of what happened. The room felt surprisingly small; if it were a game of cat and mouse, James was the cat. He was always the cat.

“I don’t know how much help I’ll be.” The detective offered with a simple shrug, and he watched as the man’s shoulders slumped. 

Defeat washed over him, making the corner of James’s lip twitch. 

“At least, not tonight.”

Your fiancé looked back to James, his eyes filled with a broken hope. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“Mr. Barnes, I don’t know how to thank you-”

James waved at him to stop. He had heard enough.

“Call the office tomorrow morning, and we can discuss it then.”

The clock was trailing later into the night, and the detective offered the man a professional nod before standing, ushering them towards the front of the office. He put his hat back on and tipped the lid at your fiancé. 

The man was content, stunned into a hopeful silence as he was led to the door.

“Tomorrow, we’ll talk,” James confirmed, locking the door behind them. “I have my own wife to get home to tonight.”

Of course. The man understood. He needed to keep a tighter reign on his woman. The man nodded and thanked James again, shaking his hand before going separate ways.

James watched him walk away before turning back towards his car. A sly smirk spread across his face, and for the first time, his expression was dark. He looked murderous.

Everything was falling into place. 

Your fiancé, the brute of a man looking for you, wouldn’t be causing him trouble for much longer.

It was late when James finally made it home, and he made sure to make auditory cues as domestic and casual as possible.

From taking off his jacket and putting it in the closet to set down his keys in the front bowl, he carefully made his way to the bedroom.

He crossed the room slowly to the bathroom, turning on the bedside light and glancing at the sleeping figure.

You were still fast asleep.

James would take his time and savor the moment a little bit longer. He took his time unbuttoning his day shirt and slipping off his wingtips. He let the water in the sink run for a moment before wetting his face and brushing his teeth.

It was nice, nice in a way James didn’t fully expect. It was domestic, but it was more than that. It felt like he wasn’t just at his brownstone house but like he had found his home.

Backtracking, the soft yellow light of the lamp illuminated the bedroom, catching the curves of your cheeks and the sleepy pout of your lips.

You were practically glowing.

It didn’t matter how late it was; James was buzzing with energy as he settled in, letting his body get comfortable next to yours.

And then the unexpected happened. You subconsciously curled into his side, searching for the warmth of his skin. For a moment, he froze. 

You were seeking him out, and even though you didn’t realize it, it had been everything James had been waiting for. He melted into your touch.

He let his eyes flutter closed.

“Baby, I’m home.” 

His words were whispered against your forehead. A slow hum pushed past your lips at the sound. James was being careful, breaching your subconscious like a dream. When you didn’t pull away, he placed a delicate kiss on the crown of your head.

In your sleepy haze, you pulled him closer, draping your hand across his stomach.

You were affectionate, so affectionate.

“I’m sorry it’s so late,” Bucky whispered again, his fingers cradling your cheek. “I missed you.”

“-missed you.” You repeated blindly, eyes fluttering behind closed eyelids.

Bucky couldn’t help his smile this time. The smell of his cologne from the day was faint, but it drifted past you, settling deep in your dreamy subconscious state.

This time Bucky shifted, pulling you into the crook of his neck and weaving one of his legs between your own. That was enough to stir you out of your sleepy stupor.

Your eyes were heavy, and you needed to blink several times before getting a hold of your surroundings.

Nothing was familiar. The room was large, bigger than what you were used to, and the bed was soft and cozy. It was like a dream. The flutter of your eyelashes against Bucky’s shoulder made him shift again.

“Sorry, honey. I didn’t mean to wake you.”

The soft, velvet voice should have soothed you. You should have felt comforted but immediately had the opposite effect. Confusion was like ice in your veins.

You tensed under his touch. You were afraid to move, afraid to speak.

You were in bed with someone.

“Honey?” The man asked again, confusion lacing his words. He moved his hand back. 

“Where am I?” You interrupted fitfully, but your voice was still thick with sleep. “Who are you?”

Your bones were heavy with fatigue. You felt like you had slept for a week straight.

The man next to you pulled back, looking at you with concern.

The sharp blue of his eyes cut into you, making you look away. Your gaze shifted from his jaw to the curve of his nose to the top of his hair until you couldn’t help but meet his bewildered stare. 

You stared at him, and he stared at you. It was an unspoken dance of wills.

“What do you mean? -” “Are you going to hurt me? -”

You both asked simultaneously, but the words dissolved into a tense silence. 

The man shook his head ardently. 

“No, baby, no.” He reassured gently. “I would never hurt you.”

The man looked scorched from the heat of your words, but it was too late to take them back. His tone turned flat, dejection floating through the open space.

“Maybe I should call the doctor.”

You froze, pulling back to look at him. You watched his jaw clench, finding a secretive look swimming in his eyes.

“The doctor?” You repeated soberly, not fully understanding him. “Why would I need a doctor?”

The man reached up to your temple, and you flinched back, but he wasn’t put off. He doubled down, his fingers dancing along with a uniquely sensitive patch of skin. He rubbed there gently, just past your hairline.

It hurt. It ached. You didn’t notice it before, but it throbbed with burning pain.

A wave of emotion came over you. You felt like crying. The man moved quickly, dropping his hand in a peace offering, but he stayed close by.

“Honey, it’s okay. It’s okay. You were in an accident.” He explained softly, his eyes filled with care. “It was a car accident. You hit your head.”

You hit your head? You didn't remember that and raised your hand, feeling the bump for yourself.

“An accident.” You mimicked in a whisper, concern settling behind your eyes and in the pit of your stomach.

The man nodded gently, his eyes shifting to yours to see your reaction. When you didn’t pull away from him, he spoke up again.

“I don’t want to overwhelm you.” He admitted slowly. “Each day, your memory should get better. But some days, it might get worse.” 

There was a heavy pause, the weight of the room growing until you could only hear your breaths grow heavy.

“What do you remember?” He tried again. He tested your memory patiently, keeping you close.

You didn’t know what to think. You couldn’t remember him. 

You couldn’t remember anything.

“What does that mean?” You broke the silence with a tremble. “Is it like,” You paused again, “It’s amnesia, isn’t it?” You half asked, half-realized. 

Your eyes went wide as soon as the words passed your lips. Your eyes danced over his face quickly, trying to remember. You knew him. You must have known him. Why else would you be there, in his bed, in his home? Your thoughts were spiraling, and it wasn’t helping. 

The man called out your name. 

“Honey, it’s going to be okay,” He reassured, giving your hand a slow squeeze before pulling away to get off the bed. “Let me call the doctor-”

“No.” 

In your urgency, you reached for his arm to pull him back. It must have shocked him because the man’s eyes were wide, flicking down to where you were holding him. 

“No,” You insisted again. “I can do this.”

Even though you couldn’t remember him, you couldn’t deny the affection in his eyes or the sweet way he said your name. This man was a gentleman. He knew you. 

You looked down, and in the lamplight, you saw a diamond twinkling on your left hand. It was a ring. It was a large diamond in a platinum setting, and a small band sat below it. It shocked you. No wonder why he was being so careful with you.

“I’m married?”

Your words were a whisper, floating past you like a daydream. Could it be true? 

You tried not to blush in embarrassment that you could have forgotten something so important.

The man didn’t say anything, but he let his left hand cover your own with a reassuring squeeze, and you saw a wedding band resting on his finger.

Your eyes shoot up to his own.

“We’re married.”

Your correction died on your tongue, looking up at him to see if it was true. The man let out a bated breath, a careful smile tugging at his lips.

He was so beautiful. He was moving slowly like you were a wounded animal, trying to get away. A part of you felt guilty.

“What else do you remember?” He coaxed, not trying to scare you away.

His eyes shimmered with hope, with a longing that was foreign to you. But the longer you looked at him, the less it made sense. You couldn’t focus. Something didn’t feel right.

If you were married, you tried to remember it, a ceremony or him whisking you away or him proposing. You hesitated. Maybe he did propose? The thought had slipped away from you the longer you thought about it, and you were getting frustrated.

“I don’t know.” You replied with a frown, shaking your head. You were getting frustrated.

“Hey, it’s okay.”

It was like he could read your mind.

This man, your husband, didn’t try to crowd into your space. He was patient, but you just wanted to be reassured. You wanted to be comforted, but you just couldn’t remember. You couldn’t remember anything.

Anguish crept into your veins. 

“I am so sorry.” You whispered, fighting back frustrated tears. You were trying to be reasonable. It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair to you or to him. “I want to remember.”

A momentary smile danced on his lips before he nodded, slow and understanding. He must have been trying his best too.

Your heart broke.

“It’s okay, baby. Just give it time,” he paused, offering a moment of peace. "C'mere," He ushered you in, and you gave in, letting him pull yourself into his lap. Your legs were straddling his torso, and he sat up, settling his back against the headboard.

He began to rub a hypnotic pattern into your back with his free hand.

His whispers of sweet nothings and honeyed promises stole you away from the harsh reality of what was happening.

You were hurt, and he was taking care of you. It was hard not to fall against him, your head resting along his shoulder.

“It’s okay, baby. It’s okay.” “I’ve got you.” “I won’t let anyone hurt you.”

He didn’t stop until his ministrations were engraved in the dark crevices of your mind. He wasn’t going to let you go until you believed him.

You wanted to believe him.

He was lulling you back to him, never faltering. This stranger, this man, your husband, was ever diligent. But there was one question jumping to the forefront of your mind.

“What’s your name?” 

The man paused drawing patterns along your back.

He took a deep breath, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. You couldn’t see his face but could hear the steady breaths above you.

“I’m Bucky,” He answered softly, tightening his arms around you with a gentle squeeze. Your mind was racing. You couldn’t remember a Bucky. “Well, James,” he corrected, “but only if you’re mad at me.”

You couldn’t help the broken laugh pulled from your chest. Bucky was trying to help, trying to calm you down.

And it was working. The sound of your laugh made him pull back in wonder. 

He would do anything to hear it again.

“Bucky,”

You tested the sound on your lips and tried it again when he hummed in response.

Another moment passed, a heaviness settled over the room, and you sank into his embrace.

“I’m scared.” You admitted, but you weren’t completely afraid. 

You were scared of the unknown, of not being able to remember. But you weren’t afraid of the man in front of you. 

“Is this real? Was there really an accident?”

He didn’t let you go but urged you to look up until your foreheads could touch. This time you didn’t pull away.

His cerulean stare was grounding in a way. It was a tether to reality.

“I’m afraid so, doll.”

His admission made your heart sink for a moment, but the care in his eyes made you glad you made it home.

That’s what this was, right? You were home. You were safe.

“I’m scared too,” He admitted, his eyes flickering from your own down to your lips. A flash of heat spread through your cheeks. “I don’t know what I’d do without you. For a moment there, I thought I lost you.”

Where you thought you would find anguish and pain, you were met with a different expression from Bucky. An unspoken desire had seized him. You were home, and you were safe. You were safe in his arms.

Even though you were unsure of what to do, you liked how important you felt. How needed you were. 

If Bucky was being brave, you could be brave too.

“Then help me,” You asked suddenly, your voice a gentle plea. “Help me remember.”

There was a moment where you both hung in suspense, the weight of your words sinking in.

This man was yours. And you were his. 

And then he was on you, crushing you in his hold. Bucky kissed you, his lips sweet and sanguine against your own, and you could have sworn that he was kissing you like a starved man. 

It felt like your first kiss.

To you, it felt brand new. You couldn’t remember its intensity, the scorching heat of his mouth, and you needed to pull back after a moment. 

It was needy; it was tender. His touches were searing hot, and you were burning up.

Bucky’s hand was on the back of your neck, pulling you close. His nose danced along your jaw, peppering deft kisses against your skin.

He was in control, and you didn’t question it for a moment.

You were unraveling in front of him, a choked sound coming from you as he nipped the soft skin of your neck and let his hands wander higher. They danced against your skin under the hem of your shirt, and you groaned at his grip.

His touch was addictive. You urged yourself closer, sinking you both down onto the mattress.

He shifted, rolling you onto your back without breaking contact. He was so intense and involved that you couldn’t help your light chuckle.

It only spurred him on. Bucky was there, holding you with newfound vigor. And now that he had you, he would never let go.

You couldn’t have planned for the ferocity of his movements or how Bucky looked down at you like you were keeping him tethered to the Earth. His careful smile soothed the burn of his stubble against your skin. With your legs entangled and chests pressed together, you felt needed. Bucky made you feel protected.

He was kissing your jaw and shoulders and the curve of your neck, and you couldn’t stop the way you keened towards him. You were reacting beautifully between deep breaths and lofty sounds of pleasure. 

Bucky was playing you like you were made of strings.

And then he rocked, letting his hips snap forward once. His tented arousal brushed up the curve of your thigh, and you shuddered at the contact. 

A low grumble reverberated from his chest. He had been patient, so painfully patient.

“I couldn’t tell you how long I’ve waited for you.” The rasp in his voice was your undoing. He was sincere and vulnerable. Your heart ached. "To be here, to be home." He continued.

How long had you tortured him?

How long did he need you, but you weren’t there? How much time did the accident take away from you two? Slowly, confidence was building in the crevices in your heart. 

“Bucky, come here.” You gently exhaled, tugging him back up to you. 

One slow, firm stare secured the way you felt. The fear dissipated. You were his wife, and he was your anchor in the storm. You took the lead, kissing him with a reverence you’d never experienced. He followed your lead blindly, his expression in awe at every voluntary move you made toward him.

“Honey, I’m sorry I can’t remember,” You pleaded, but your whisper was lost as he ground his body into your own. He wanted to be close, as close as he had ever been.

“Oh baby, it’s okay," Bucky assured quickly, pulling you in for another sweeping kiss. "It’s not your fault.” 

You closed your eyes for the briefest of moments. He was doting on you. The least you could do was return the favor. With that spark of confidence, you smiled against his lips and snaked your hand down between you two. His hand slowly descended from his shoulder, down his chest, and at last, around the curve of his hip. 

His skin was hot and smooth and harrowing. How did you get so lucky?

You dared to explore further, cupping the crook of his body. It was lofty, over the fabric of his boxers, and the friction urged a breathless groan from Bucky. You teased him with a curiosity that excited you, tugging and groping him through the fabric until he was dizzy.

And then you finally pulled him free of his confines through the slit in the front of the boxers. You didn’t even bother to pull them down. With long, intentional strokes of your hand, you let him pull you into another hungry kiss.

Your hand was gentle but firm, and a smooth gleam of excitement slicked his slit. It was sensitive, and you slowly stoked there, only there, making him push you further into the mattress. He moaned into the pillow at the crook of your neck.

With a renewed vigor, you pulled your other hand down, pumping at his shaft and caressing him with care. Bucky was actually shaking, and before too long, he was thrusting up into your hands.

He was putty.

He couldn’t wait to have you. Bucky pulled up to his elbows, hovering over you with a heated gaze. His eyes were dark, and his skin was flushed, and he took one of his hands over yours, stopping your ministrations.

With a wordless command, you listened, letting your hands fall aside to his thighs. His hand danced along your skin, along the outline of your sleep shorts, before adventuring forward. Deft fingers moved on their own accord up and past the barrier of your panties. You were sticking to the cotton. You were more than ready for him.

The shorts were loose, and just as you had done, he teased your skin, his fingers grazing your weeping cunt and up to your sensitive clit. You didn’t know how long you had been holding your breath, but a sharp exhale was pulled from you when he slipped a finger, no, two, inside.

You were so tight and full of need, clenching down on him. Bucky’s stomach burned with desire. You did not doubt that he would break and put you back together again.

You rolled your hips this time, earning warm praise from Buck. His fingers persisted, his thumb drawing hasty circles around your clit.

“That’s it, baby.”

His eyes were locked on you. Your own eyes were dark and hooded, and your lips were bruised in the best way. You were all his.

The teasing didn’t last for very long.

Using his knee, he parted your legs further apart. Bucky made space to stay nested there, between your legs. And he only broke eye contact once, to take a moment to pull your shorts and panties down in a smooth movement.

He wanted to see you wet and glistening. It was all for him, and he drank it in.

He didn’t even bother to take off his boxers when he finally replaced his fingers with the tip of his cock. He needed you so badly.

And then, finally, with a slow drag, you watched each other with new eyes.

It was as if it were for the first time. You appreciated him. 

You needed him.

Bucky was treasuring you like he was meant to be there, and he didn’t stop. You were stretched around him, holding your breath at the burning stretch, taking every part of him an inch at a time. And when he finally bottomed out, you both let out a ferocious moan.

But the desire was a cruel beast. She needed more.

With slow, short thrusts, Bucky made his way back into you, and you had never felt so needy. Your hands pulled around his back, digging into the skin. You needed him close.

Bucky needed you close too. He needed to be careful. Otherwise, he would fall apart faster than he wanted to.

He tried to focus on your hot breaths against his own and the sweet noises you made, but the feeling of you was overwhelming. He had waited so long for this.

You hardly noticed the slow burning in your belly until his thrusts were longer, more drawn out. You were sopping; the lewd noises of skin slapping against the skin were almost too much. He gave you every inch, and you took him in so graciously. You wanted to cry. It felt so good.

Minutes melted together.

It was slow and lazy, and the heat in your stomach reached a peak when he lifted your legs, the angle making you succumb to your dark desires. You flushed a sharp moan into his shoulder before looking up at him. Bucky was a man bewitched.

“Oh baby, was that all for me?” He praised. “You’re so good to me.”

Bucky couldn’t take it, and his low and steady thrusts turned fast and needy. The chase was on.

He hooked your leg around him and kept you buried into the mattress until his release hit his peak, and at the last moment, he pulled out, letting him spill along your thighs up to your navel.

He had time. There would be time to fill you up another night. But for tonight, this was enough.

You cleaned up quickly with your discarded shorts before pulling him back down to you. You were content. Tomorrow was a new day; even if you couldn’t remember, you were home. You must have been home. You were exactly where you wanted to be.

But after a moment of admiration, a curious idea came to mind.

“Bucky?” 

You turned with a whisper, eyes sweeping against his blue ones. His small hmm made you grin. 

“What if,” Your confidence was waning. “Oh, never mind. It’s not important.”

But he wasn’t going to be deterred so easily.

“What is it, doll?”

Embarrassment crawled up your skin. “What if we renewed our vows?” He sat up, looking down at you through heavy, darkened eyelashes.

“I mean,” you quickly continued. “I mean if I can’t remember it. If it doesn’t come back to me.”

You swore you had never seen such fervent love in all your life. He blossomed before you, his eyes shining with a fire you’d never seen. Because for Bucky, that would make it real. It would mean you were his. He didn’t deserve you.

“Of course, honey.” His words were firm, resolute. “We could go as soon as tomorrow.”

A light chuckle overtook you. You couldn’t have known you were mistaking Bucky's urgency for excitement. 

But for Bucky, he wouldn't let you slip through his fingers again.

"I'll cancel my plans," He grinned. "We'll go down to the courthouse. I'll buy you a bouquet. We can stay in bed all afternoon."

The affection in his gaze was alarming, and you sat up with a gentle expression. His eyes were dark, filled with longing and lust, and you bit your lip. His hand was trailing along your thigh with unspoken promises.

"Tomorrow, then." You agreed at last. “It’s a date.” 

When Bucky pulled you into a corrupting kiss, you knew you were too far gone to say no. He was going to help you remember. 

He was going to help you remember the life he wanted for you, the life he wanted with you, and this time nothing was going to get in his way.

#detective!bucky #softdark!bucky #dark!bucky #bucky barnes x reader #Bucky Barnes x female reader

[wh0reforoldmen]

I'm Sorry

Pairing: Softdark!Lumberjack! Bucky X Fem!Reader

warnings: Angst, fluff??, manipulation, implied imprisonment, implied dubcon/noncon depending on how you interpret it, Not beta red, written on my phone while sleep deprived, tell me if I missed anything.

word count: 1.13k

summary: You made Bucky mad, and he makes you apologize for your "wrong doing"

You didn't hear the door slam, you didn't even hear him come into the house or walk upstairs and open the door.

"Honey," he spoke from the doorway, his voice soft and soft and smooth.

You sucked up a breath and slowly lifted your head, the ache at the back of your neck made you wince. Your arms and legs were bound to the bed so you couldn't escape.

Bucky had two things in hand, a small thin box and something that looked like a bouquet. The black room made it hard to tell just from the light behind him.

"Hey there," he greeted, turning on the lights with a smile on his face.

Wincing at the sudden brightness, you closed your eyes and waited to adjust to the light before opening them. The first thing that caught your eye wasn't the gifts, but how sweaty he was, his red and white chequered flannel shirt was open revealing his chiselled and toned chest, his skin sheen with sweat, his hair was scruffed up, strands escaped the hair tie and was free to go wild, a few strands sticking up from his scalp. You couldn't lie, he always looked good after chopping down some trees, and while he's doing it is even better. Some days if you wake up early enough, you can hear him grunt and groan, followed by the sound of wood splitting.

Shaking your head and clearing your mind, your eyes wander to the gifts; a box of your favourite chocolate and a bouquet, bright red and fresh roses and soft pink tulips with other flowers and green decorations you didn't know the name of. It was nice, considerate even, but it was from him. And you didn't want anything from him.

"You like them? I picked them myself, thought of you," he explained with a smile, walking over to you, his heavy boots making the floorboards creak with every step. You still wonder how he gets around the house with no shoes in silence.

"Don't want them," you hissed, turning your head and facing away from him.

A month you've been here. A month being in this room. A month being in this house unwillingly. You just walked passed his shop a few months ago, and here you are, tied to a bed so you can't escape, no one looking for you, and with James fucking Barnes. The hot lumberjack who is the most fucked up person you've ever met!

Bucky was stunned at your words, he gets up at the ass crack of dawn to work, and then he feeds you and cares for you even when you're having a bad day. He thought it'll be nice to treat you, but this is how you repay him?

"I'm sorry?" He asked as it came out as a chuckle, keeping his anger at bay.

"You heard me! I. Don't.want.them." You spat, turning your heat, eyebrows furrow, your jaw tight before you looked away again.

The control over his anger snapped.

"Listen here, missy!" He yelled, grabbing your shirt and yanking you towards him, earning him a gasp.

"I'm the only one who works around here; I feed you, I look after you, I make sure you're comfortable, I make sure that you're happy here. And this is the thanks I get?" He snarled. "I try my damn hardest, and this is what I get. Someone who is an ungrateful girl! Thanks, it lets me know I'm appreciated around here!"

He threw you back down on the bed, bouncing at the force as you watched him storm out, slamming the door behind him and storming down the stairs. You didn't know when you started to cry but you felt the hot tears trickle down your cheeks. You hated yelling in general, and that lost you. You hated it.

You kept your sobs at bay as you laid down on the comfortable bed, the soft pillows embarrassing you and your tears. You couldn't even hug yourself since the restraints were too short.

You stared at the blank ceiling as tears continued to flow. You didn't get it though. You were crying over him yelling at you. He was upset. And that made you upset. Why? It shouldn't have! What's happening?

It took you a few minutes to calm down but the sounds of Bucky grunting and the sound of the logs being split in two in one or two hits wasn't a good sign.

You turned to your side and listened to his grunts as they lulled you to sleep, the pillow still wet on your cheek.

Bucky had walked back in a few hours later, his anger gone and what was left was hurt. He wanted to care for you. He loves you! Yes, he did take you from your home, but it was for a good cause! You love him too. He knows it. You may not yet, but he knows that deep down in that big heart of yours, you love him and you'll forgive everything that he's done.

He sighed as he made his way upstairs with a glass of water. He saw red when he was yelling at you, but when he heard the soft sobs after he walked out made his heart shatter into a million pieces. But it is what you deserve. You're in his house, and he rests you like a guest but you're rude. Hopefully, you've learnt.

Slowly, he opened the door to your room and smiled as he saw you sleeping peacefully. You did look a little uncomfortable due to the soft rope, but he had to ensure you weren't going anywhere.

Bucky silently walked over to you, sliding off his shoes and quietly laying next to you on top of the covers. He wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you to his chest. You must have woken up from it because you looked behind you, your face had fear written all over it.

"I do anything for you, I do everything. I thought that you'd like them, but apparently not…" he mumbled, shaking his head "think you have something to say to me,"

Your brain screamed at you to not say anything, to keep your eyes away from his, but your eyes met his beautiful blue ones. The softness towards you, the love and admiration no one ever gave you. "I'm sorry, Bucky. Having a bad day…" you whisper, looking down. "I do like them I just… miss home,"

"This is your home, honey. I promise, it will look better than this with our children, but baby steps," he smiled, planting a kiss on your head before kissing down your cheek, to your neck.

"I think I have an idea how to cheer you up,"

#bucky banres #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x yn #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x fem!reader #bucky barnes x black!reader #bucky barnes x curvy!reader #bucky barnes x plus size reader #bucky barnes one shot #bucky barnes imagine #sebastian stan imagine #x reader #Sebastian Stan #lumberjack #lumberjack!bucky #softdark!Bucky barnes #soft dark fic #soft dark lumberjack! Bucky

[chxrryhansen]

౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊ Cherry’s Cevans One Shot Rec List

here you will find all of my favourite chris evans + characters fanfiction recommendations, i have many more to add and will continue to update this list. Please don’t forget to reblog these amazing writers fics as they deserve so much love!💘💘

Walk On The Wild Side - @hansensgirl

you just wanted to go for a stroll down the road—but he wants you to take a walk on the wild side. (Dark!Chris Evans)

You Better Not Pout, Better Not Cry - @hansensgirl

they know if you’ve been bad or good, so be good for goodness sake. (Dark!Multi character) - i would add every single one of her fics to this list if i could💘

Sinful Devotion - @evansbby

Lloyd promises to let you go, but he demands a depraved repayment. (In other words, Lloyd pops your cherry)- my favourite writer in the whole universe💘

Smothered With Bliss - @whereireid

Is it hard being married to the most influential man in America? You most certainly think it is. — Steve Rogers: Captain America, the heart of his nation, the soul of his country. After returning home from a particularly bad day at work, Steve finally snaps, deciding you need re-educating on how to be the perfect housewife.

The Night - @misshoneybee

Working as the Barber family's nanny is a piece of cake, but what happens when the dad you've been tip-toeing around all year comes home late one night to find you asleep in his bed, wearing his favorite sweater?

Little Miss Red - @anika-ann

Ransom’s looking for a good time tonight, when you walk through the door, he knows he’ll get it. And you? Oh you’ll get it too. He's going to make sure of it.

Unholy Errand - @buckets-and-trees

You're caught in the crosshairs when a hit goes out for your boss. (Dark!Lloyd Hansen + Dark! God The Bounty Hunter + Ransom Drysdale)

What A Shirt Can Tell - @justalonelyslytherin

5+2 times Colin asked 'Is that my shirt?' plus the one time he got asked it. Aka a look through the journey of Colin and his girl, each in which his shirts play an important role.

Start Again - @wkemeup

A chemical spill, uncontrollable desires rushed to the surface, an unbridled need, and the consequences in the aftermath (Steve Rogers)

Daddy’s Little Pet - @sinner-as-saint

You and Steve are the epitome of ‘opposites attract’. He is the American hero, a super soldier who is known for his bravery, and righteousness and for being the one leading the Avengers. You, on the other hand, are a well-known fashion designer in the city. Creator and owner of your own brand, and elite boutique. At first glance, it doesn’t seem like you and Steve would be compatible. But you surprisingly are. And behind closed doors, in secrecy – you two are each other’s solace, each other’s definition of home. He’s your strong, loving and caring man. And you, his lovely, little pet whom he adores more than life itself.

Good Girls And Skype Calls - @youre-deadangel

chris gives you a treat for behaving.

Afternoon Delight - @christowhore

you're steve's live-in housekeeper and find your boss and his friends having a bbq on a heatwave stricken afternoon. they invite you to join them and show you all the pleasurable ways to cool down from the sun. (SoftDark!Steve Rogers + Sam Wilson + Bucky Barnes)

Got You - @hispeculiartreasure

The two of you had grown close over the last year; first as teammates, then as friends. You had been distant at the start, just as he had. Slowly, agonizingly - blood, sweat, and tears were definitely involved - walls were dismantled. A current of trust ran between you, one which caught Steve by surprise. As dense as he could be about matters of the heart, suspicions of his blossoming romantic feelings being mutual had proven true with a simple kiss. (Sex Pollen, Steve Rogers)

Golden Boy - @bucksfucks

you’ve always called steve the golden boy, but he snaps one night and decides to show you he’s anything but. (Roommate!Steve Rogers)

It Must Be That Old Evil Spirit - @vonalyn

There’s something unsettling about his demeanor but you can’t quite put your finger on it. As if there’s something hiding beneath the surface just waiting to pry its way out of the tight shirt across his broad frame and tear your throat out. Maybe it’s your general unease around others when you’re traveling alone, or maybe it’s just him.  (Jack-O-Lantern!Ari Levinson)

Stupid Kitty - @onsunnyside

Your father wrongfully entrusted Lloyd to care for you—it’s too bad he’ll never get you back. (Lloyd Hansen x Cat-Hybrid!Reader)

Manners- Or Lack Of Them - @rogerswifesblog

Ransom wants you, the sweet girl at the bar…but you’re not what he expected you to be. (Sub!Ransom Drysdale + Mommy!Reader)

Shadow Boxer - @mypoisonedvine

you’re stuck in the same destructive cycle with ransom, but maybe you don’t want to get out of it. (Angst + Smut, Ransom Drysdale)

It’s Not A Challenge - @gagmebucky

His jaw ticks. “It’s not a challenge, doll,” he bites out. “It’s a warning. If I tried to get inside you, I’d split you in half in the process.” His eyes flicker down, and your nipples are pebbles against the thin, easily-rippable fabric—you’re testing him, and he’s failing. “Goddamn it,” he hisses underneath his breath. “That - that shouldn’t turn you on.” Bristling, he drops his hand and pedals backward—he’s on his last thread, and it’s his sole chance to make a clear-headed decision. (Boxer!Steve Rogers)

Pretty Princess - @frostironfudge

Andy Barber gets jealous when he presumes you shared a room with one of his associates.

Over And Over - @frostironfudge

Ari Levinson is a possessive man, he'll punish you till you apologise.

Such A Good Boy - @lilacevans

You and Ari attend a business meeting, and at the beginning the other boss you're meeting with just assumes that Ari is the one in charge; however, that's not the case. While you look dainty, angelic, like you couldn't even hurt a fly, you're the one who runs the family and will not hesitate to fuck up anyone who stands in your way. (Puppy!Ari Levinson) - one of my favourite fics EVER.💘

Breathe - @buckyownsmylife

The one where the new co-star is obsessed with the idea of making Chris hers, but he makes sure to show her you’re the only one for him.

Justified - @dbnightingale24

Ransom has always been the center of your world you’ve always been the center of his. However, when he can’t change his ways and you’re tired of the heartbreak, is it really so bad if you think it’s best to walk away? Ransom thinks so. - one of the sweetest most talented writers i have ever met💘

My, My, My - @1800jjbarnes

Stevie couldn't help it. Every time he saw you, he felt himself grow heavy in his slacks. You were everything he needed. And he needed you now.

All The Time - @geminixevans-stan

He is one of the most powerful men on earth but there’s more worse than him (Dark!Lloyd Hansen + Dark!Nick Fowler)

Snack - @katherineswritingsblog

he just wants his snack- which is you.

Watchful Eyes - @espinosaurusrexex

When your best friend gets you a new job, cleaning the apartment of the most successful man in New York City, you don't hesitate to accept. The pay is more than good, and the man himself is better than any eye candy you have ever seen. Unbeknownst to you, you've caught his attention just as much. Steve can't keep his mind off you, so much so, that he drives everyone around him insane with his grumpiness when you aren't around. It seems like he has to take matters into his own hands when he realizes, you're too shy to take things further yourself. (CEO!Steve Rogers)

Cherry On Top - @dcllbows

you’ve found your favorite way to help your daddy with his grownup work. (Ddlg, Daddy!Andy Barber)

Voracious - @arilevinsons

The first time he set eyes on you; you were his sudden infatuation. (DarkProfessor!Ari Levinson)

Best Friend’s Dad - @imyourbratzdoll

you've been pining over your best friend's dad and decide to take your chance, knowing he's out and your best friend is asleep, you be a little bit naughty and touch yourself on his bed, not knowing he's coming home early.

The Breeding Ground - @fl0werfae

To others, Ari’s house was a breeding ground for him and his omega, but to him it was just fulfilling her purpose of carrying his pups. (Alpha!Ari Levinson)

My Sweet Pea - @mavsstar

Mr. Levinson lives right next door to you, the sweet, innocent college girl. Little do you know that you're Mr. Levinson's favorite neighbor. He's there every chance you need the slightest of help, maybe a little too much. (Trailer Park Au)

Like A Movie Scene In The Sweetest Dream - @worksby-d

Johnny’s always been on your “no” list, but you've finally agreed to work with him. (Pornstar!Johnny Storm)

Easy As Pie - @navybrat817

You bake pies for Andy, but you're still his favorite treat.

#chris evans #chris evans x reader #chris evans fanfic #chxrrys fic recs #fic recs #chris evans fic recs #steve rogers fic recs #steve rogers #ransom drysdale #chris evans smut #andy barber #lloyd hansen #ari levinson #johnny storm #steve rogers smut #ari levinson smut

[princessbellecerise]

Home Alone

──── ✧*･ﾟ*✭˚･ﾟ✧ ────

summary | The Avengers go on a mission leaving you all alone, which gives Peter the perfect opportunity to finally claim you as his

warnings | softdark!peter, stalking, drugging, delusional!peter, noncon, sex toys, squirting, loss of virginity (f.), pet names, 18+

this is an eighteen plus fic. minors please do not enter

dividers by @firefly-graphics

It was quiet in the compound. That was the first thing you noticed when you walked in after class, exhausted from all the talk about your senior project and the theme of prom.

You had been tired, and slightly agitated knowing that even though you were going home early due to being a senior, you still wouldn’t get any peace and quiet, seeing as you did live with the Avengers.

You had braced yourself for the upcoming ruckus, perhaps Sam and Bucky arguing again or maybe even your dad and Steve getting into it. You were prepared to dash straight to your room and not even acknowledge anybody, but alas, you didn’t have to.

It was quiet.

The second thing you noticed was the note taped to the fridge, written in your father’s handwriting. You curiously snatched it off and then drunk in the words, getting more and more excited by the second as you read it.

Hey there Rockstar,

Fury called us all away on a last minute mission and Pep is away on a business meeting so you have the whole house to yourself. Don’t do anything I would do, and definitely don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.

Love, Dad

PS, NO BOYS!!!!!!

You laughed to yourself, noticing that boys was highlighted, underlined, and accompanied by several exclamation marks. Shaking your head at your dad, you smiled before discarding the note.

Inside, you couldn’t deny the excitement that bubbled up at the thought of finally having the whole tower to yourself. Peace and quiet, which was so rare you really and truly didn’t even know what to do with yourself.

You looked around, half expecting it to be a prank and for your chaotic family to walk through the doors at any minute. You stared at the elevator, but as the seconds ticked by your smile only grew, realizing that they were really and truly gone.

“Whoohoo!”

You didn’t care if it was cringey, or even if your dad had cameras recording you at that very moment. You were just so excited that you ran laps around the compound, laughing and hollering until finally you got tired, collapsing on the couch with heavy breaths.

You grinned as you noticed that you didn’t have to fight anybody for a spot, picking up the remote and putting on a show that you wanted to watch for once.

Gossip Girl started to play and you realized that it had been a while since you’d watched it and you needed to catch up. That would be easy now since you had nobody bugging you to do your homework or to change the channel to something they wanted to watch instead.

So, you made yourself comfortable on the couch and even brought over a few snacks, eventually settling down and preparing to enjoy your peaceful night alone.

You weren’t sure when it was that you fell asleep, but you knew the minute that you woke up it had already been a few hours. The moment your eyes peeled open, the bright lights of New York City greeted you through the glass panel windows. It was nighttime, and after checking your phone, you were informed that it was 11 o’clock actually. Not too late, but you had already gotten some well-needed sleep so you knew that you weren’t going back to sleep anytime soon.

Since it was a Friday, you excitedly realized that you could pull an all-nighter and enjoy your time before the Avengers got back. Tony didn’t say when, but if it was all of them, you knew they’d get things done quickly. You probably only had a day to enjoy your freedom and good god, what where you going to do?

You didn’t know when another opportunity like this would arise, so you knew you had to pull out the full works.

Binge watching your favorite show? Check.

Eating your favorite snacks without someone else reaching their grubby little hands over (mainly Tony) and forcing you to share? Check.

Bubble bath? Not yet, but you figured you’d get started on that so you could wash away all the crumbs you had accidentally spilled on yourself while you were asleep.

Standing up, you yawned and slightly stretched before grabbing your dishes and lazily throwing them in the sink. You’d worry about them later or hell, you’d even ask Friday to clean them. They were the least of your concern, so you trudged your way to your bedroom, tired but excited for your bath.

You went to the bathroom and drew your water, throwing in a few fancy bath bombs and soaps Tony had gotten you from Italy. The sweet aroma filled the luxurious bathroom, and you sighed, sitting on the edge of the tub as you watched the water fill up.

Somewhere along the lines, you had changed into nothing but a robe and you were all too eager to strip the minute the water got to your liking. You had also grabbed your phone and your speaker for music and a few candles to really set the relaxing vibe.

After setting everything up, you eagerly tied your hair up so that it wouldn’t get wet, ripped open a facemask, and then it was time to finally sink into the water.

You let out a sigh of content the moment your body settled into the warm bath, the water seemingly sinking into your bones and erasing every trace of anxiety that you had.

It was so soothing that you sunk down until the only thing that wasn’t covered by water was your hair, mouth and nose. You breathed in the sweet scents and allowed yourself to relax, closing your eyes and letting everything go as the light from the candles flickered all around you.

You figured the only thing that could make the experience better was possibly sneaking some of Tony’s gourmet wine, but you were already in the tub and didn’t feel like moving. Plus, you knew your dad would kill you and probably take away your suit as punishment.

You didn’t want to take that risk so you decided that you were fine on the alcoholic beverages — at least until you were sure he wouldn’t know about it.

You decided to just enjoy yourself in other ways, like splashing at the bubbles and popping them with your fingernails.

You giggled as some of the soap got on your face, playing in the bubbles like a child. You scooped them up, waved them around, and even gave yourself a makeshift Gotye like your dad, making sure to take a picture before finally washing it all off.

You laughed again, shaking your head at your childish antics before going back to relaxing. You closed your eyes, and you rested for at least thirty minutes before you finally decided to get out.

Your makeshift spa had come to an end, so you drained the water, threw away the face mask, and put your robe back on along with your house slippers.

You made your way into your bedroom and blew out all the candles, leaving your room to be lit up by the ever glowing city lights below.

It was one of the things you loved most about New York, and despite it being the city that got destroyed the most (mainly because of the Avengers), it was home, and you knew you didn’t want to live anyplace else.

The city lights always made you feel comfortable, almost like wrapping you in a blanket and reassuring you that you were almost never alone.

Sure, in the tower you were, but there were plenty of people still around you, walking below you, across the street from you, two buildings over…

In New York, there were always people out, night or day, and often times like now you loved to just sit on the balcony and watch them.

You watched as a woman walked her dog, as a couple argued over which restaurant to eat at. You watch the musicians on the street, wishing that you were down there to maybe put some money in their guitar cases. You watched the crackheads run around, and everybody else pretend that they didn’t see them, and you even watched all of the stray animals that scurried about the big city, always running as if they had places to be too.

You watched it all, and you don’t know when, but somewhere along the lines you started to get the feeling that maybe you were being watched, too.

You knew it was ridiculous seeing as you were alone in the tower, but the more you stayed on that balcony, the more that you were convinced that somebody had eyes on you as well. Which was plausible, but also nearly impossible.

You were fifty stories above the ground and no building even came close to the height of Stark Tower, so it would be almost impossible to see you unless someone had a telescope. But you didn’t see any anybody on the street with one, and even binoculars wouldn’t be enough to see that far up. You were a mere spec in the night, dust that could’ve easily been mistaken as a stars. There was no way that anybody could see you. They’d have to be super human or something; and all of the super humans you knew were currently out on a mission.

You shook your head.

It was impossible; or at least that’s what you told yourself until the feeling grew to be so uncomfortable that you decided to just go back inside.

You quickly gathered your things from the balcony and when you did step back in your room, you made sure to lock the door, letting out a little breath and shaking your head.

You knew it was ridiculous, but living with super soldiers and spies made you paranoid. So yeah, if your gut was telling you that someone was watching you, or at least that something was making you uncomfortable, you were going to listen.

It might just be nothing, but then again, in the city that never sleeps, almost everything was possible.

You weren’t sure what time it was when you heard it.

After all, you had been fast asleep, knocking out quick after a relaxing night and abandoning your all-nighter. You had called it a night after the incident on the balcony, and you had planned to wake up early, but not quite this early.

When you opened your eyes, it was still dark outside, but you could tell that in a few hours the sun was going to peek out. That meant it was probably around 4 a.m but you frowned, because why in the world would you be hearing things at 4 in the morning?

Things like the sliding door of your balcony opening, things like the wind as it gently blew in your room. Things like footsteps which unfortunately, you didn’t hear until it was too late.

You didn’t hear or see him until it was entirely too late. You couldn’t even process the situation, or fight him off because by the time your foggy brain woke up, he had already crossed the room; a dark shadow that jumped at you the minute you laid your eyes on him.

Then, when you felt the pinch in your neck, it was really too late.

“Ouch!” You exclaimed loudly, shock beginning to fester through your veins which quickly turned to fear as a glove hand smacked over your lips, stopping you from yelling anymore. “Ow, wha…”

“Shh,” His voice terrified you as he leaned in close to your shaking body, the silhouette of his head shaking in the city lights. “You have to be quiet, baby. Friday might hear us.”

Friday. Friday. How the hell did this person know about your AI, and most importantly, how the hell did he manage to sneak past something designed by Tony Stark himself?

How the hell did he get in your room, and what did he want?

You screamed again as the pressure from your lips was released, but you found that it was futile because for some reason, it didn’t come out quite as loud as you wanted.

Your screams were muted; low. Sluggish and sloppy, as if you were drunk. Which was ridiculous because you had refrained from raiding Tony’s stash.

There was no way that you were drunk, but as the man got up from your bed, and as you tried to make a run for it, you found that it quite literally felt like it. Your body stumbled, and a low grown escaped your lips as your knees automatically hit the floor the minute you tried to get up.

Everything was blurry and wobbly, even your screams sounding muted as you dug your fingernails into the marble floors and tried to crawl away from whoever was trying to attack you.

You were trying to do something, but it felt like the more you moved your body, the more tired you began to get.

You tried, but the man quickly rushed over and grabbed you up before you could make your escape.

“Please…please help…”

“Shh,” He cut you off again as you whimpered, him hauling you to your feet and lightly dragging you back to your bed with little resistance from you. Your body felt like literal lead, tied down and helpless.

You tried to cry out, you tried to protest as he laid you on your bed, the little nightgown that you had on riding up slowly, but you found that the sounds only came out slow, gargled. At most, all you could do was stare at the strange man as he finally decided to reveal himself.

“Shh Y/N, you don’t want to do anything that’ll alert Mr. Stark,” He said, and as he set his mask down on the edge of your bed, and as familiarity of his voice floated through your ears, your mouth dropped when you realized exactly who had snuck in your room.

“Peter?”

The realization hit you like a train, a strangle noise leaving your throat as you recognized your father’s latest protégé. He sat on your bed, fluffy brown hair and gentle eyes just as you remembered, a soft smile on his face as he looked at you.

Of course, you’d recognize him anywhere, seeing as you often interacted with him around the tower or at school.

You’d seen him in the hallways, in some of your classes, and you’d even hang out with him and his friends sometimes.

He was a senior like you, destined for MIT and an eventual spot on the Avengers, if your father had anything to say about it.

It was…it was Peter.

That awkward boy that you had mostly only seen in passing. It was Peter, the nerdy yet gold-hearted superhero that wouldn’t hurt a fly.

Peter. It had been Peter that snuck into your room.

“Hey, hey,” He reached out to touch your cheek as you slowly began to cry, the drugs taking its affects as you slump down helplessly on your mattress. You wanted to scream, you wanted to run, you wanted to slap his hand away from your cheeks as he stroked them like he was comforting you. As if he wasn’t the reason you were crying. “Don’t cry princess. Please don’t cry. I’ve been thinking about this for months and I want this to be as enjoyable as possible, so save your tears, okay?”

“Months?!” You wanted to yell out, but instead the words were trapped in your brain, ricocheting around your mind as your thoughts raced at a record pace. What did he mean by…months? Had he been planning this all along?

Oh God, he actually…

It was with another sob that you realized just how truly in danger you were, because somewhere along the lines you had missed this side of Peter and you realized that he had deliberately done this. He waited until you were alone to do this. He had waited, and he had watched you for who knows how long, and you had been oblivious to it all until this very night.

You had underestimated him, and he used it against you in the worst possible way. He had used your father and the other Avengers in the worst way, betraying their trust by stalking the person they all considered a daughter.

Peter had planned this for months. And it was with wide eyes that you saw just how prepared he was when suddenly, he pulled something out of a bag that made you cry even harder.

“I can’t wait to use this on you princess.” He held the sex toy tightly in his right hand while you attempted to kick him, but your legs wouldn’t move. “I’m gonna make you feel so good. You know I’ve thought about this for a while now, right? I’ve thought about what it would be like to pleasure you. To hold you, to taste you. I thought about your body so fucking much and honestly, I’m surprised I even waited this long.”

He chuckled, like what he said was actually funny and you let out another noise as he began to come towards you with the toy.

Suddenly, you regretted wearing a nightgown with no panties because it made it all the more easier for him to just slip it up, revealing your very naked cunt that Peter grinned at.

“It’s like you were expecting me baby,” He teased, and you cried out as he removed his gloves, allowing you to feel his touch in it’s entirety as his hands slipped over your body.

You started to struggle, but then you remembered it was only your mind in turmoil because your body didn’t seem to be moving. Whatever he had injected you with made you feel like cement, so you were helpless as his hands roamed all over your body.

You were forced to stay still as they first landed on your stomach, before daring to go up and eventually caressing your boob.

You cried out, but Peter didn’t stop due to the tears leaking down your face. In fact, you only saw him hesitate for a moment before he finally slipped his hand underneath your nightgown.

He was touching your nipple.

You wanted nothing more than to stop him, but it just wasn’t possible. You were forced to let him roll the bud between his fingers, forced to feel him touch your body. And it wasn’t fair.

It wasn’t fair that his hands were the first to ever roam your body, and you didn’t even get a say in it. You didn’t have a say in anything he planned to do to you, but you naively prayed that this was it.

You didn’t want to think about him going even further than he already had, but then he dipped his head down to your chest, and you knew that this was only the beginning.

Peter’s mouth came into contact with your nipple before you could even process it, his soft lips wrapping around the bud and his tongue darting out to lick at it as you cried.

His brown curls invaded your face as his lips remained on your breast; licking, sucking, and nagging your body into feeling pleasure that you didn’t want to feel.

He used his tongue to send sparks through your core, heat rushing through you, which you tried to stop. You tried to stop the way your lips parted, the way your legs seemed to open involuntarily. You tried to stop your brain from registering the fact that Peter’s mouth was causing you immense pleasure, because you hated yourself for even thinking that.

You were ashamed.

At your thoughts, at your weak body as Peter’s mouth finally left your breast, a small trail of saliva retreating with him. He looked up at you with a sparkle in his eyes that made your stomach lurch before he finally decided to move elsewhere. You whimpered as his hand gently opened your legs, his fingers finding the one spot you never wanted him to.

“Please…Peter don’t—”

His fingers brushed over your sensitive bud and you gasped, quiet sobs begging him not to touch you there. Unfortunately though, Peter mistook your sounds of protest as sounds of pleasure and eagerly looked up at you again.

“Yeah, you like that don’t you?” Peter chuckled, then he pressed a little harder which caused you to quiver and flutter your eyes shut in shame and pleasure. “You like me playing with your pussy, don’t you pretty baby. It’s okay…you can let me know how good it feels.”

“Please,” You opened your mouth to beg him to stop but somehow only that word came out. Peter smiled.

“It’s okay, it’s okay baby. I’m gonna take care of you, all right?” He promised, and you were fearful when his hand left your clit. After a few seconds, cold metal suddenly replaced his skin, which only meant one thing.

“No—!”

Your protest was too late and even if he had heard you, he hadn’t listen to any of the other ones, so you knew he would’ve just kept going. He would’ve turned on the vibrator anyways and took pleasure in the way your body suddenly jerked — the only movement you were capable of so far as you cried out, blubbering as the vibrations travelled through your body.

Peter watched your face as your body shook, taking in the way the tears soaked your cheeks and how pretty you looked in the city lights. He took in the way your mouth was slightly open, but you hadn’t been able to form any words because you were experiencing far too much pleasure.

So much sinful pleasure, that it only made you cry and whimper. Ashamed that you were actually getting off on what Peter was doing to you and you couldn’t stop it. You couldn’t stop the involuntary movements of your body anymore than you could move it, and you certainly couldn’t stop the rolls of pleasure that gathered in your core as every vibration seemed to sink into you.

You couldn’t stop the cries from your lips, the way you held eye contact with Peter as he held your hand and gently coaxed you through your orgasm.

Suddenly, your shame and humiliation was set to the side and long forgotten about when you finally did let go, letting out a strangled cry and sobbing as your first orgasm racked your body.

Your were shaking, pleasure nearly blinding you as your cum leaked out. Your brain felt like it was clouded, your vision replaced with stars but still you could see the sick smile of satisfaction on Peter’s face as he squeezed your hand gently.

“That’s it…that’s it pretty girl. Cum for me.”

“P-Peter…”

Your voice was broken, your face covered in sweat and tears to the point where you were sure you were unrecognizable. Not only that, but it seemed like every part of your body was either soaked in tears or cum now. The covers beneath you felt soaked as well, and it wasn’t until Peter stood up that you realized why.

You eyed the huge wet spot on the front of his suit and it only took you few seconds to realize what had happened.

With quivering lips, you tried to shake your head with denial but the evidence was indisputable.

It was obvious to you, to Peter, that you hadn’t just came.

You had squirted.

A strangled sob left your lips and — god, if Peter wasn’t smug before, he sure had reason to be now.

“Look at you…such a good girl. I can’t believe you actually squirted for me sweetheart. You’re gonna be nice and wet for me, I can’t wait.”

You just kept crying as everything hit you at once, your ears still ringing and your cunt still sore from your orgasm. Your first orgasm, and if that weren’t bad enough, you had also squirted all over Peter which made him think you liked it.

He thought you liked the way that he made you cum; he thought you liked being a helpless puppet, having no choice but to submit to his mercy.

He thought you wanted him inside of you, which was the worst possible scenario that you could think of.

But it was happening.

You knew it was happening because immediately after you squirted, he laid the vibrator down and in what seemed like a flash, began to strip out the suit that covered the rest of his body.

As best as you could, you tried not to look as his underwear came off as well, but you found it fruitless because Peter grabbed your chin anyway.

He grabbed your chin, and he made you look at him so that you could see his eyes. While yours were glistening with tears that he had caused, his were glistening with the admiration he held for you.

The sick obsession that made him have to have you.

He made you take a glance at what was to come, and before you could even start crying again, he let go of your chin and kissed you so passionately that had it not been for your common sense, your brain would’ve mistaken it as a kiss from a lover.

It was so soft, so passionate, that even though you knew what he was capable of, it was still hard to believe it because well…he was gentle. Gentle, like he was trying not to break you.

Even though he already had.

It seemed like he truly cared about you, and that was the worst part because you knew he wouldn’t stop. And he didn’t.

He kept kissing you and moaning in your mouth, making sure to explore every inch with his tongue and savoring your taste. You tasted sweet, but also bitter like a cherry.

Peter appreciated the irony of this as he deepened the kiss, finally maneuvering himself on top of you. You felt the weight of his body and it felt like it was gonna crush you as he spread your legs. He then settled himself between them, causing the tip of his cock to accidentally brush over your clit. You cried out, but Peter quickly swallowed your cries and there was nothing else that you could do.

This is truly what Peter believed to be right, and in that moment, you accepted defeat, numb as he pulled away from the kiss.

“Tell me if it hurts, okay princess? I’ll try to go as slow as I can,” He reassured you, pressing his forehead to yours. Your hiccups were only thing he got in response, teary eyes peeking up at him.

Through the tears, you could see him smile at you before grabbing your hands and holding them tenderly at your sides. Not that you could move anyways, but you suspect he just did it so that he could lace his fingers through yours.

Then, he spread your legs some more to line himself up with your entrance. He kissed your cheeks, your neck, and even placed tiny kisses on your nipples before he bought himself back up and looked into your eyes.

“I love you,” He said, and then he pushed into you.

“Pe—”

You gasped, as pain traveled through every part of your body, mainly concentrating in your lower regions as Peter pushed himself in and ignored the way you sobbed for him to stop.

It was like he couldn’t even hear you as his eyes fluttered shut, focusing on sinking into your cunt and pushing past every plane of resistance until he was finally where he needed to be.

Buried inside of you to the hilt, his balls against your ass as the squelch of your cum mixed in with your blood reached his ears.

He moved, and you wished you had regained enough feeling to fight him off. But you didn’t, so you were forced to lay there as Peter rocked his hips into yours, moaning like he had just bit into something sweet.

“Fuck.”

He swore as he abused your cunt, his pace fast but gentle. Peter wanted you to enjoy this, he told you, so he tried not to pound into you no matter how much he wanted to. No matter how much he wanted to be rough, he knew that this was your first time, and he wanted it to be memorable.

He wanted it to be special, so he held himself back and instead decided to focus on you as he continued to thrust into your heat.

He kissed you again, and then his hands left yours so that he could wrap them around your body. Pulling you close so that there truly was no space between the two of you. His chest was touching yours, his cock as deep as it could go. In that moment, you and Peter were truly combined as one, and there was nothing you could do to escape that.

There was nothing you could anymore; not even cry because he had taken your mouth from you as well.

There was nothing you could do as he moaned and fucked you and whispered sweet promises in your ear about how much he loved you, how special you were to him, and how much he couldn’t wait to fill you up.

You dreaded every word, tried to block out every whisper but it was like he was there, invading your every sense and there was nothing you could do to escape from him.

“I’m close,” Peter panted in your ear, clenching his face and slightly speeding up.

You gazed up at him, but you weren’t really looking at him, instead focusing on the ceiling as Peter used your body for his own source of pleasure. You didn’t say anything as he continued to rock his hips into yours, his trusts almost painfully passionate. Each drag of his cock against your walls felt like it had a purpose, and Peter made sure you felt every single inch of him.

There wasn’t any part of him that you didn’t feel. There was no emotion, no feeling spared.

Peter poured everything he had into you until finally, his own thread began to unwind and you winced when he suddenly stilled, cock shuttering inside of you.

You continued to look at the ceiling, but your vision became blurred as you felt his cum paint your walls, flooding directly into your womb.

Peter had gone as deep as he could to release himself inside of you, and when he was done, he collapsed and didn’t bother getting up so that you could get every last drop.

He was still inside of you to the hilt as he lay his head on your chest, squeezing you with his arms still wrapped around you.

He made no move to get up, no move to clean you or himself. He only laid there, basking in the pleasure that just happened to him.

The nightmare that just happened to you.

Peter didn’t move, only shifted as he finally looked up, resting his forehead on yours and smiling.

“I love you, princess,” He said, and suddenly, all of the lights in New York couldn’t brighten the darkness that you felt.

#peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker smut #dark!peter parker x reader #dark!peter x reader #spider man x reader #spiderman x reader #spider man smut #spiderman smut #dark!peter parker

[springdandelixn]

Summary: Sheriff Bodecker is always there to save you even when you think he isn't.

Warnings: non-consensual touching, allusions to noncon, gun violence, abuse of power & verbal abuse.

Characters: SoftDark!Lee Bodecker x F!Reader, Dark!Bucky Barnes

A/N: This is written for @the-slumberparty's Warm-Up: One Word Drabble and the word I got was 'Harass'. And of course, my mind immediately went to these two for some reason and I rode along with it. I hope I did it justice though but oh well.

As always, a drabble this may be, your feedback is highly encouraged, and reblogs would be appreciated. Enjoy! ❤️

It was only supposed to be a quick trip to Martha’s farm, picking up the strawberries she picked for your grandmother in hopes to turn them into one of her famous pies. You should have brought your bike, you thought as you made your way back, to make the journey back and forth quicker. It would have saved you some time, and most of all, it would have saved you from James who now has you pinned against the trunk of a tree at the side of the dirt road. 

You clutch the basket of berries tight against your chest, staring down at the red skin and leafy tops of the fruits if only to avoid those oceanic eyes his. As handsome as they may seem, they hide something darker underneath, and just the thought of him showing you that side makes your body shiver in fear.

Beads of sweat form at the side of your neck and forehead as his hot breath fans against your skin along with the stolid summer air. He’s so closer, closer than he’s ever been for the months he’s been bothering and harassing you wherever you went, even to the point of bringing along his buddy, Steve, just to get a hold of you. 

You do your best to fend him off, keeping to the square where anyone can be a witness to his misdeeds. But at times he’d catch you alone, you make it a point to run as fast as you can, shouting for help when you reach your street or making your way to the steps of the police station where Sheriff Bodecker readily threatens him away and being kind enough to give you a ride home just to keep you safe.

But now, there’s nowhere to run and no one to save you. And with the way James grins dangerously down at you, you know he’s got you right where he wanted.

“It’s just one kiss, doll.” James drawls as he keeps his eyes on you, visibly flinching when he places a hand on your hip. “That’s all I’m asking.”

“Please—” You whimper, hugging the basket tighter and pressing yourself further against the trunk when he leans closer. “Leave me alone.”

“How can I do that when you look so delicious?” There’s a smirk on his lips when he takes a berry from the container, wrapping his lips around the fruit before taking a bite and making lewd noises as he chews. “I wonder if you taste just as luscious as that berry.” He whispers, a tear escaping your eyes when he lowers his hand and slips it underneath the skirt of your dress, his fingers tickling your bare thigh. “Or maybe you taste sweet—”

The beep of a siren cuts him off and your body goes rigid when James growls from the interruption. He turns away from you, his hand slipping from your dress as he faces the unexpected visitor. 

Dirt and rock crunch underneath the wheels of the patrol car and you release a huff of relief when you see Sheriff Bodecker step out of the vehicle as soon as it parks. You try to escape as James’ attention is taken away but a yelp of surprise leaves your lips when you feel a hand grab your wrist and tug you back against the tree, your basket of berries dropping to the ground and scattering on the dirt. 

“What are you doing out here, Barnes?” Sheriff Bodecker calls as soon as he steps out of the vehicle, his arms resting against the open door and his head tilting to the side when his eyes land on you. “But most importantly, what are you doing out here with her?”

“None of your business, pig!” James spits.

“Is that how you speak to a law enforcer?” There’s amusement in the sheriff’s voice.

“It’s how I talk to assholes that put their noses where it doesn’t belong!”

“You okay there, sweetheart?” Sheriff Bodecker asks you, ignoring James who is fuming. “This boy bothering you?”

“Y-yes—”

“You shut your fucking mouth!” James snarls at you and you make yourself smaller as fear completely takes over your entire being.

“Now now. Let’s all calm down.” Sheriff Bodecker says as he steps away from the vehicle, his hand parting his jacket to reveal the pistol stowed into his holster. “You let the girl go and no one gets hurt.” 

“Fuck off!” A yelp leaves your lips when James tugs you away from the tree, panic surging through your veins when he walks away and drags you with him. 

You try to tug your hand away, digging your soles into the dirt to stop him. But he’s too strong, pulling you like you weigh nothing and you try to look back at the sheriff to beg him to help you. But before you can set your sights on him, a loud bang echoes through the barren fields and you fall on your ass when James suddenly releases you.

A groan of pain fills your ears as you cry and curl yourself small against the dirt, a measly attempt to protect yourself. You then startle and look up when you feel a hand rest against your shoulder, your eyes meeting the sapphires of Sheriff Bodecker when he crouches down, his hands moving against your arms as if checking you for any injuries. 

“You alright, girl?” He asks and you nod silently, taking his offered hand as you try to pull yourself up. But your knees buckle, and your body shook with how things unfolded so quickly. And before you meet the ground once more, Sheriff Bodecker lifts you in his arms, grabbing onto his uniform to steady yourself.

“You fucking shot me!” James shouts on the ground as he clutches his thigh, blood staining his jeans and hands. “I’m going to tell—”

“Who? Your father?” The sheriff mocks. “The Rogers? They know better than to believe some stupid kid's lies and your buddy Steve won’t even be able to convince his old man to believe you.” Sheriff Bodecker nears him and you hide your face when you see the way James looks up at you, anger painted on his face. “You clean up your act boy or that won’t be the only thing you get from me.” 

Before James could even retort, Sheriff Bodecker turns away and walks back to his cruiser. He settles you down gently on the passenger’s seat and buckles you in, his hand resting on your upper arm before giving it a squeeze. 

“Let’s get you home. Your granny must be worried sick.”

-

James hasn’t shown his face ever since Sheriff Bodecker shot him. You know it was wrong for a law enforcer to harm a civilian but deep down, you’re thankful that he did. That he arrived just in time to save you from whatever misdeed James had in mind. 

Sheriff Bodecker came by that next morning with a basket full of berries, your grandmother expressing her gratitude to the officer by letting him in and packing him a bag of her freshly baked cookies. You told him he didn’t need to replace what you lost but the smile on his face and the way he pats your cheek makes you retract your words, agreeing to him instead and promising him a strawberry pie when he visits next. 

But one visit becomes two then three and you notice that the officer makes his presence known almost every single day; his cruiser rolling into the driveway and that distinguishable knock he does when he climbs the steps of your porch. 

You ask him why he keeps coming over, not to be rude, but simply out of curiosity. 

He looks up at you after taking a bite of the pie you made. “Well, I want to make sure you’re safe, sweetheart.” His grin widens, wiping his lips clean from the filling before he continues.

“With me around, no one will harm you again.”

#lee bodecker #bucky barnes #lee bodecker x reader #bucky barnes x reader #dark bucky barnes #dark!bucky barnes #lee bodecker au #bucky barnes au #the guardian #coconut bun stories #the devil all the time #mcu #dark lee bodecker #dark!lee bodecker

[huffelpuff210]

Fighter part 9 SoftDark Alpha Tony Stark x SoftDark Alpha Steve Rogers x Soft Dark Alpha Bucky Barnes x Omega Reader

Warning: Soft Dark Themes, Manipulation, controlling behavior, swearing, sexual nature, forced relationship. 

You are currently sat on the couch of your new home, You are in a large penthouse, In a building filled with Alpha’s and Beta’s Your Alpha’s explained that now that you are marked and pregnant they need to keep you safe and take you to your real home, The place smelled just of them, It made you anxious there was no trace of your smell at all which is why Tony and Bucky decided to bring some of your things back, 

It was just you and Steve at the moment you were huddled into him with a blanket over your folded legs as you sipped on some hot tea, You were freezing and couldn’t get warm, Bruce the Beta you met a few days ago informed you and your Alpha’s that since you were carrying twins, and this was your first pregnancy things were going to be heightened, you were going to be overemotional, nauseated vomiting, that is all normal, but depending on which Alpha the Twins are from things might be more difficult and if there is any signs of pain to see him immediately. 

You were shivering under the blanket. 

“Cold?” Steve asked as he had his arm around you rubbing up and down your arm, 

You nodded 

“I can’t seem to get warm.” You say 

He chuckled standing up, 

“I think Tony has a heated blanket around here somewhere.” He says 

You nodded still staying on the couch, when a sudden wave of nausea hit you, placing your mug on the end table peeling off the blanket you make a sprint for the bathroom, emptying your stomach contents in the toilet, you didn’t eat that much this morning due to being nauseous but now throwing up everything plus all the liquids was terrible, 

You groan having your arms folded on the toilet as you rested your forehead on your arms, you felt if you moved you would puke again, 

“Doll?” You hear Bucky’s voice they must’ve gotten back already 

You just groan, not fully answering due to the episode, You slightly wished you would’ve stayed hidden from Alpha humanity but your Omega brain tells you other wise as you lean into Bucky’s touch, 

“Lets get you out of here okay?” He says rubbing your back, 

You shake your head no, still feeling sick, 

“I still feel sick..” You mumble 

“Okay we can stay of a bit,” He says kneeling next to you still rubbing your back, trying to sooth you

You were finally feeling better, you slowly stood up Bucky helped you as he guided you to the bedroom, making you rest, You lay your head against his chest as you slowly fall asleep, 

Your three alphas were growing concerned at how much you were sleeping and not being able to keep anything down. 

“Maybe we should call Bruce?” Steve says 

“He did say she was gonna get hit double time because of having twins.” Tony says 

Bucky hums as he rubs your back as you are fast asleep,

Before you know it a month has gone by and you are already showing due to twins, And the three Alpha’s were over the moon because of the belly 

No one knew who’s the baby’s was. Due to having three Alpha’s and Mates but they didn’t care. 

You were currently in the kitchen while all your Alpha’s were in a meeting. They said they would be back before you knew it. But you were in kitchen making a Peanut butter frosted cake chocolate cake, 

Sure you were not one for sweets but now you were and you wanted to make something for your Alpha’s sure there was a small voice in the back of your mind telling you to run that you needed to fight, You had to fight back, But You knew the mating bonds and your Omega mind wouldn’t listen to the small voice 

You lick your fingers as you finish the icing on the cake washing all the dishes 

suddenly you have a flashback 

“You’re useless! Omega’s are nothing but tools for us Alpha’s!” Your father’s voice echoed in your mind

You grip the side of the counter feeling your anxiety build up, 

“Why did my last child have to be a Omega such a disappointment!” Your fathers voice echoed, 

You slow your breathing feeling your eyes glow, when the door slams open

You see all three Alpha’s rushing in the door way, 

“What’s wrong?” Steve asked walking towards you briskly 

“Nothing.” You say 

“I made a cake.” You smile at them hiding your anxiety forgetting they can feel your emotions, because of the mating bond. 

“Ooh cake.” Tony says 

“Tony.” Bucky growled 

They all look at you concerned 

“Sweetheart you eyes are glowing.” Bucky says 

You look away quickly trying to calm your nerves, and suddenly you were brought into a hug, 

“Deep breaths.” You hear Bucky, You do as he says, It’s been a long time that you had an anxiety attack thinking of the past, so you were having a hard time calming down. 

“Shhh.” You felt Bucky’s fingers run through your hair and you finally did calm down but you didn’t exactly know how to explain this 

#dark avengers #dark alpha bucky barnes #dark alpha steve rogers x omega reader #mcu smut #omega reader #alpha omega #dark alpha tony stark #avengers fic #dark marvel #bucky barnes fic #tony stark fic #steve rogers fic

[frostironfudge]

Bucky Barnes Masterlist

hello, I'm fudge and this is my Bucky Barnes Masterlist, anything and everything Bucky is here: one shots, multi-part fics. please make sure to read all the warnings before reading each piece. your media consumption is your responsibility. please note minors dni with smut or dark themed content.

Main Masterlist // AO3

Divider by @firefly-graphics

Contains Smut **

One Shots:

Venus (Bodyguard Bucky) **

Conversations with The Devil [Submission for Spooktacular Smutfest 21 by boxofbonesfic] (Devil!Bucky Barnes) **

Part 2: Conversations with The Devil ** (Devil!Bucky Barnes)

Sparkle (BestFriend Bucky) [Submission for loveletterswritingchallenge by pellucid-constillations]

Tattooed On Your Palms Is My Love (Modern AU) **

Hide Your Lies (SoftDark!Mafia!Stucky AU) [submission for boxofbonesfic 's #Beastyoumadeofme22] **

If Only I Could Get To You First (Modern!Bucky Fake Dating AU)

Between Your Hands I Find Peace (FATWS!Bucky) [frostironfudge's funfair - mini movie theatre]

I'll Be Your Hideaway (Modern!AU) [frostironfudge's funfair - house of song - seven by taylor swift]

We Go A Lot Of Time [frostironfudge's funfair - house of song - Need To Know by Doja Cat] **

The Comfort You Bring - [frostironfudge's funfair - mini movie theatre] **

I Want You To Know [frostironfudge's funfair - house of song - Love You Like A Love Song - Selena Gomez]

My Angel (DBF! Bucky Barnes) **

I Really, Really Want To Kiss You - Personal Trainer!Bucky Barnes

107 - TFATWS!Bucky x Motocross!Reader (requested)

Keep Your Eyes On Me - Archeologist Bucky

Keep My Secret - Stucky x Reader (Dark Fic)

Baby, Keep Those Off (requested)

I'd Choose You (requested)

Devour **

Multi-Part Fics:

Stencils, Bouquets & Icing

An AU where Bucky is a tattoo artist and Steve is a florist, both find love much closer than they anticipated. Steve in Bucky's tattoo artist apprentice nicknamed Petal and Bucky in the baker opposite to his shop nicknamed Cupcake.

Pairing: Steve x Fem!Reader

Masterlist

Labyrinth (ongoing)

labyrinth (noun), a complicated set of paths and passages, through which it is difficult to find your way. 

Bucky and You would do anything for Steve and Wanda, your respective best friends. In an attempt to avoid a tradition Steve and Wanda come up with a lie involving their best friends.  A lie, that involves building a labyrinth. Bucky and You begin to build but will you two find your way out or be caught in it?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader, (Modern AU)

Masterlist

This Feeling I've Got (ongoing, sporadic updates)

A multi part series of one shots that can be read together or stand alone in their own sweet right. based in a non canon compliant FATWS AU. (angst mild, fluff, smut)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Plus Size Fem Reader

Masterlist

Silhouettes In The Spotlight (ongoing)

Bucky Barnes has worked immensely hard to have a filmography expanding across genres and garnering accolades from critics, peers and fans. Y/N Y/L/N, with her debut novel (fan-fiction turned New York Times Bestseller) has two other best sellers under her belt. Next is her highly anticipated fourth book lined up for release.

SHEILD Productions has acquired the film rights to her debut novel and they want Bucky Barnes to play the lead (aka himself) by any means necessary.

This story is about angst, lust, heartbreak, and love. After all fairytales only exist in books and movies right?

Pairing: Actor!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Masterlist

I Think I Met You In My Dreams Once (completed)

After receiving an honourable discharge from his military service that was caused by the loss of his arm, James Barnes begins to come to terms with several things. He also finds solace in youtube videos, memes and social media, where he happens to find you. (angst, fluff, smut) (Modern!AU)

Pairing: Ex Military!Bucky Barnes x Plus Size Fem Reader

Masterlist

It Comes Back To Me (completed)

Can Bucky have you come back to him after he pushed you too far?

Pairing: Lawyer!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Part I // Part II

#bucky barnes au #bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #best friend bucky #bucky x plus size reader #bucky x female reader #buck barnes fic #bucky barnes one shot #bucky barnes fluff #james barnes x you #bucky barnes x reader #bucky fluff #sebastian stan #bucky x yn #the winter soldier x you #frostironfudge #bucky barnes x plus size reader #james buchanan barnes x you #white wolf #bucky barnes angst #bucky is the best #bucky x reader #james bucky barnes #bucky angst #bucky fanfic #modern bucky barnes #modern au #marvel #bucky x y/n #bucky fic

[bucksangel]

okay friends, a snippet of my softdark!stalker!bucky fic below the cut👀

“You see, even before I met her I was looking to move out of the city, there’s just too much noise, it’s too busy, too much. I found some land in upstate New York, it’s a quiet, woodsy area, with no neighbors for at least three miles. And when I saw her I knew I needed to go through with it. So I bought the property and I’ve been building the cabin myself, I just need a few more weeks to finish it and then I can bring her there with me.”

With another longing gaze at the picture, he blinks rapidly to get rid of the moisture in his eyes, joy filling his entire body at the thought of you finally being his and his alone. “It’ll just be us.”

“Okay,” Steve starts, chewing on his lip for a moment. “So, if you can’t even talk to her, how are you going to convince her to move into a house in the middle of the woods with you?”

“I’m not…” Bucky trails off nervously, his left leg now bouncing with anxiety.

“Buck, please don’t tell me you plan on kidna-”

Bucky cuts him off by standing up abruptly.

“It’s not kidnapping if she’s supposed to be with me anyway! She’s mine, Steve. Mine! She might not like it at first, but - but she will eventually. She’ll love me like I deserve, and we’ll be happy together.”

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Strange Magic

Fae!Bucky x Reader 

Summary: The cottage has been in your family for many years, but your return has caught the interest of more than just the wildlife. 

Words: 3.5k

Warnings: Dubious Nature, Dark Themes, Fae Trickery, Soft!Dark!Fae!Bucky

Strange things started happening when you inherited the little cottage your family owned. It was originally your grandfather’s, and your parents had used it as a summer home when you were growing up. 

But the cottage was always on the back burner. Up until recently, you were completely happy with your little suburban life. You liked the noise and the quick pace, and for a long time, you let the cottage fall to the wayside. 

When you finally took the time to visit, tending to the cottage was only supposed to be a part-time job, but it surprised you. You had quickly fallen in love with its simplicity. It reminded you of the times you had been brought there when you were little.

The strange things first started when a stranded fawn happened upon the outskirts of the property. It was just a babe, helpless to the elements, and the mother was nowhere to be found. Instead of turning a blind eye you fed and nurtured it and sheltered it for the night. It wasn’t much, but you couldn’t just leave it out there all alone.

By the time the sun rose the next morning the fawn was gone. You didn’t expect it to stay, but it disappeared without a trace. As you were cleaning up the nest of blankets and rags you put together you found a stone. It was small and opaque and perfectly smooth, and you marveled at it as you crouched down into the dirt.

The fawn wouldn’t have brought this to you. Your careful fingers plucked the stone from the nest, and you turned it over in your hand. 

It was moonstone. 

It was a stone of protection. A stone for lovers.

But how did you know that? You paused with a careful breath, mechanically returning it to the spot you found it. It wasn’t natural. Cautious eyes scanned the line of the cottage out to where the property backed up to the trees. You weren’t as alone as you thought.

The stone was a gift. 

It was one you could not accept. One that you would not accept. 

You weren’t typically superstitious in the city, but with this place, you held it with high regard.  Call it your father’s intuition or your mother’s careful nature guiding you, but you were not going to actively seek out any trouble in these woods. 

Without sparing another glance at the stone or the woods you hurried inside. A nagging feeling in the back of your mind told you that there was work to be done.

The early rays of the afternoon sun eventually bled into a long, orange sunset against the west side of the cottage. The delicate curtains were drawn tight, and the house was locked up. 

You didn’t stoke the hearth that night. 

The only telltale sign of life from the cottage was that you left a small basket on the edge of your porch covered in a pleated red cloth. You had used up the last of your apples to bake something sweet. The buttered pie was left on your porch to extend an olive branch. All you wanted was peace and never meant to disturb the unseen creatures of the woods.

Sleep was hard to come by. Every rustle in the trees and flap of wings made you jump, and you eventually took to burrowing in a number of heavy quilts to block out the noise.

You felt like you were going to be sick, that the creatures outside would tear the doors off the hinges and drag you into the night. Your parents used to talk about the unseen forces that lived in the forest, but this was your first encounter with them. You didn’t have any idea of what to expect and were only armed with the knowledge that the forest folk had a sweet tooth.

The night dragged on and try as you might, your thoughts kept drifting back to the moonstone. You had never before grabbed the attention of the unseen, and you so desperately wanted to be swallowed up by the dirt. 

You just wanted them to take the pie. You wanted them to take it and leave you in peace.

The morning met you with a warm swell, even without the heat of the fire. With sleepy eyes, you knew it was time to face the music.

The porch was bathed in a yellow glow as you unlocked the door and stepped into the sun, and the basket was exactly where you left it. Upon closer inspection, you noticed the pie was gone.

With a lofty exhale you hurried down to the stack of blankets you had left the day before. Tossing aside your fears you rounded the side of the cottage. The moonstone was also gone.

You couldn’t contain your sigh of relief. It was a good sign.

The following days passed without fuss, and you slowly fell back into your routine with a pollyanna heart. You were at peace with the woods once more. 

You read books and baked bread and tried your hand at chopping wood. You sang songs from your youth and wrote and were content. If only your parents could see you now. They would be so proud of how brave you were, of how smart you were. That was why you moved out here, after all.

In a way, it was one last attempt to get close to them.

But no amount of city living could have prepared you for the overwhelming energy of the woods. Was it always this way? You couldn’t remember. You thought that it would be cold and lifeless and quiet, but it was the opposite. Everything was alive and watching. The birds sang and plants grew quickly, and everything was rich with life. 

You would have thought it disturbing if not for the overflow of comfort that tended to wash over you when you felt all alone. Maybe it was your dad looking after you, even now. Maybe your mother was helping you with the gardening and the foraging. It was a soft reminder of them.

One afternoon when the wind was particularly strong the cries of baby birds could be heard throughout the forest. They must have fallen from their nest. You had been weaving together stretches of cloth in an attempt to repurpose the old material but were pulled from your work when the crying didn’t stop.

Your heart lurched in your chest. You were going to help them.

The nest had been blown from a high branch in one of the pine trees and had been overturned at the bottom of the trunk. You turned over the nest with caution, only to find three baby robins cooing and crying at the disturbance.

You frowned. The mother was nowhere to be found. The baby birds must have been scared half to death.

You were careful not to disrupt the nest and scooped the hatchlings up in your work apron as well as the nest, setting them down altogether on a sturdier branch. It was a branch at eye level, careful to keep the babes from the danger of the forest floor. You left your apron there for extra protection and warmth, and you came back not long after with berries for the hatchlings.

It was the least you could do. One of the biggest differences in city living was just how quickly you got the gratification of getting a job done. Making appointments over the phone, sending important emails, and having dinner delivered to your door.  It was so fast in some ways.

At the cottage, everything took extra effort, and for a small moment, you felt that similar rush. It was gratifying. 

It was all in a day's work to help, and you were no stranger to simple comforts. Your parents had raised you here, just like this. It was quaint. It was just as rewarding.

Just the same as before, you checked up on the hatchlings the next morning before tending to the rest of the cottage.

The apron was still there, lodged into the tree branch with the nest but upon closer inspection, the babes were gone. There were no birds nor berries or feathers, and instead, the stem of a flower was carefully tucked into the nest.  It was no ordinary flower, no. You were familiar with the kind. Dicentra.

Bleeding hearts.

The pink strand of flowers was a stark contrast to its surroundings. You knew the plant well enough to know that they grew only on the far side of the forest. It was farther than you had traveled in a long time. 

A shiver spiraled down to your stomach and your eyes scanned the tree line once more. This time you didn’t even dare to touch the gift left for you.

Again, you turned in early for the night. This time you left half a loaf of bread with a berry jam and a jar of honey in the basket. 

It all felt like a delicate dance. 

The night was cold, much colder than the last time you decided to let the fire rest. The quilts helped to keep you warm, but your body was overcome with shivers, nonetheless. This time it came in the form of listening to howls outside the front door.

Something was out there. You felt it. You knew it deep in your bones. 

You could almost hear something beyond the howling, something softer. It was the quiet hum of wind chimes, but each time you thought you heard it the sound faded into the night. And then you remembered; you didn’t have wind chimes.

Sleep claimed you faster this time, almost suddenly. You couldn’t have prepared for it, and your dreams were extravagant.

The dream had been filled with sweet songs and comfort, and then it dissolved into the darkness of the woods.  

And then you were barefoot, stepping away from the cottage onto a bloody patch of dirt and grass.  Your dream led you down to the spot where you first tended to the fawn, patches of blood and fur marring the nest of blankets you had made.  Your legs were propelling you away before you could get another good look, and when you peered ahead a different trail led you to bloodied feathers and the broken remnants of the bird’s nest. 

It was a disaster. It was as if a fox had gotten into the henhouse.

Tossing and turning, you were suddenly hot. The chill in your veins was replaced with a hot ache, feeling it in your belly and down to your toes, until you entirely forgot about the carnage you walked through.  

Your nerve endings were on fire. You knew you were dreaming. You needed to wake up.

The blood had faded away into warm daylight, but there was no solace. You weren’t alone. There was a snap of a twig on your left.

You needed to wake up. Now. 

A pair of dark eyes, almost glowing against the trees had found you. You turned, running blindly into the brush, but it was only getting closer. You could hear whatever was behind you catching up. You could feel its hot breath on the back of your neck. You tried to scream. 

Wake. Up.

With a jolt you startled up, taking a moment to realize you were still in your bed. The cottage was locked up tight. You were safe.

A broken cry had gotten stuck in your throat as you held a hand to your chest. You were overwhelmed and terrified.

It was still early, well before sunrise, but there was no way you were going back to bed. Not after that.

Never, and you swore never had you felt such dread. And you had never once felt that way in the cottage. What once housed feelings of comfort and peace were twisted into such horrific dread.

A terrible realization dawned on you. You were all alone in the middle of nowhere.

You thrashed the blankets off your body, suddenly too heavy against your skin. You felt trapped. The weight of it all was too much, even if the rest of the cottage had only gotten colder throughout the night.

Perhaps you could build a fire. Maybe you would take a hot bath to distract yourself. Damn the fear of the outside; you were convinced your dreams were the biggest threat to your safety.

Your body was flushed, rattled from the aftershocks of the nightmare. With a pant you let your body collapse against the pillows, letting your arm cradle behind it for extra support before you froze.

But there was something there, under your pillow. Sitting up in alarm you tossed your pillow to the ground.

No.

There, carefully placed under your pillow, were the moonstone and the bleeding hearts. 

No.

“You are going to freeze, doll.”

Your eyes snapped towards the direction of the voice. There, leaning against the fireplace a distinct figure hugged the shadows. Tall and imposing, the shadow dwarfed the room. Strong shoulders and dark hair drew your attention first. The voice was lustrous and masculine, making you blink twice before listening to the gravity of his words. 

You could feel the temperature of the room drop. The figure wasn’t lying. It was much colder now, and a puff of cold air was pulled from you when you exhaled. You reached for a blanket almost mechanically.

When you didn’t respond you watched as the figure crossed one leg over the other in the dark. Your eyes had adapted as best they could, but with the curtains closed and the fire snuffed out your vision was still limited.

“Let me help.” The figure offered with a hum.

As if by magic the fire roared to life at his words. The room was illuminated in warmth and light, and you held a hand up as your eyes squinted shut.

This didn’t make any sense. This couldn’t be happening. 

Your body was tense, and once your eyes adjusted to the light you could get a good look at the figure, at the man. His skin was pale against a dark head of hair and thick eyebrows looked curiously at you behind bright, blinding eyes. They were blue as the spring water. You couldn’t deny that there was a sharp edge to them. All of his features were striking, from the curve of his lips and the stubble along his jaw to his taught arms and thick legs.

His clothes were dark, maybe blue or black, but you couldn’t be sure. He was a shadow in the night.

A palpable concern ran through you.

Against the firelight, you couldn’t deny a glowing tint in his eyes. It was too similar to the eyes in your dreams.

He was no man at all.

Your parents could have never warned you about this. 

“Did you not like my gifts?” You dared to ask, your heart beating heavily in your chest. 

A smirk curled at his lips. The man pushed off the wall, towering over you.

“Oh, I loved them.” He emphasized with a hum. This time he stepped forward, and you watched with careful eyes. Your confusion must have been clear as day. His tone was jovial, almost teasing. “But I thought you would have liked mine a little more. I will have to try harder.”

You were so overwhelmed that you missed his last sentence altogether.

“I was taught to not accept anything from the forest.” You stuttered out with an air of innocence. And obviously, ignorance.

You couldn’t understand him, how he liked your gifts but wouldn’t leave you alone. Your parents’ worries had swarmed in your mind. All of your careful preparation was in vain.

The man looked at you, confident that you knew that he knew exactly what you were thinking. Dark hair fell in his face, and he tilted his head.

“I wonder why that would be?” He speculated with a formidable grin. Those blue eyes pulled you back, filled with mirth and mystery. “What’s the worst that could happen?” 

Goosebumps pricked at your arms and for a moment you were at a loss for words. 

You couldn’t remember.

There must have been a reason why you didn’t take his gifts. Why would your parents tell you not to accept anything from the forest? Your head felt heavy.

“I -” You paused, confusion settling into your features. “I don’t know.”

At your admission, the man’s grin only widened. His hand moved up and under his chin. His cunning voice swelled around you, and he stalked forward with an animalistic prowl.

“But you did like my gifts?” 

The softness of his question made it sound like it wasn’t a question at all. You hummed out a breath before looking up at him.

“I did.”

You figured there would be no trouble in playing along.

His lips curled up into a smirk, showing off white teeth against the light of the fire. His eyes were teasing again, clever, and full of mischief.

“Then what do you say?” He asked, almost condescendingly. “You’re sweet. You’re kind. You must have been taught your manners.” He urged the words out of you, his startling eyes locked on yours. 

The man was hauntingly beautiful.

You couldn’t look away if you wanted to. You...you weren’t sure if you wanted to.

“Thank you for the gifts.” 

The whisper was so faint that it faded off before you realized it was you that spoke. Your head was foggy, slowly realizing the trap that you were falling into. It was almost as if you could hear him when he didn’t even speak.

That wasn’t so hard, was it?

He had stolen away at your senses with a clever wink.

All of a sudden, your parents’ warnings were swimming through your mind.

“It is dangerous in these woods. Don’t accept anything from the forest. The forest folk will twist your intentions. They are clever and powerful.” “They can trap you in the forest and make you lose yourself.”

“Don’t give them your name. Don’t accept their trinkets, and don’t thank them for their kindness.”

What was happening to you? Your hands slumped forward against your thighs, and you could hardly hold your head up. A wave of nausea made you steel yourself to the bed frame.

“Who - who are you?” Your tongue was heavy against your teeth, and your breathing was labored. Your body was shutting down against your will. 

Yours. I am yours. 

His words pulsated against your temples. He was shushing you now, gently to calm you, taking a step closer to the bed.

“Doll, you are taking care of everything out here. This cottage is a treasure, but who is taking care of you?” 

A shiver ran down your back. Your mind was flooded with images of the moonstone and the flowers, and how you helped the fawn and the hatchings. Then it shifted back to the tremors in your dreams.

You watched helplessly as the man’s blue eyes completely darkened, a golden ring shining around his irises. It was him all along. He was watching you the whole time. 

You couldn’t find your voice, a startling noise catching in your throat. You couldn’t speak. Trying to back up against the wall your limbs were heavy.

You couldn’t move.

Physically immobilized, it was as if he had all control. How was this possible?

He was closer now and you could smell the grass and the salt and the rain against his skin. He crouched down in front of you, eye level with you, sitting on the bed. His cool breath fanned against your face and with a gentle hand, he brushed a thumb against your bottom lip. 

Soft lips curled into a sinister grin, showing off a set of sharp, white teeth. With as much strength as you could muster you looked back up into his eyes. The blue in his eyes was completely gone, swallowed by dark, glowing pupils.

It was stunning and terrifying all in the same breath. It wasn’t human.

Closer still he leaned in, moving his thumb down to your jaw. The ghost of his lips was against your own before he claimed his prize and your rapture. 

His kiss was poisonous. It was earthy and powerful and it shifted into something saccharinely sweet. You were helpless to it, melting against him as his tongue lapped at your own.

A breathless groan passed from his lips and settled against your skin. He was all-encompassing.

Against your better judgment, your arms were pulled up from your thighs. Like a puppeteer was commanding the strings, one hand settled against his chest and the other was curled around his shoulder for support.

It was what he wanted.

With newfound strength, you held on to him with all of your might as he kissed you again. This one was exploratory, lingering from the corner of your lips to the apple of your cheeks and down your jaw. Your body was buzzing like a lightning strike.

It was him. All of the heat and power were emanating from him. 

A dark fog swirled in your mind, fully possessed by the man that held you close. If you could only look back and see yourself, you would have seen how your eyes had gotten dark, mimicking his own. His free arm rested along your lower back, sharp nails digging against your skin. There was no escape.

You could hardly think as the soft rumble of his voice settled over you. 

“Your heart is the softest place on earth. Let me take care of it.”

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[kokeshi-mynx]

OKAY SO basically softdark!boyfriendsdad!bucky kind of becomes obsessed w reader the moment he meets her but she’s literally dating his son so he can’t do anything abt it. EXCEPT he does. he starts being kind of touchy feely and getting too close but gaslights reader into thinking that it’s normal. he starts lying to his son being like “she’s up to no good, i bet she’s cheating” until bucky fabricates a story/situation to make it look like reader really did cheat. so they break up and reader goes to bucky crying and everything. cue him then taking advantage of her sadness and vulnerability by gaslighting reader into thinking that it’s totally normal.

thoughts??

I FUCKING LOVE THIS!!!!

This is... this makes my mouth water. I may or may not have screeched when I read this

100%! I'd love to see you write this ^^!!!

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Red Pill || Lloyd Hansen x wocReader

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Her Favor || Jake Jensen x wocreader

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Prism || Robert Pronge x wocreader

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Wrapped up in You || Soft!dark Ari Levinson x wocReader (a/b/o)

Artifice (ongoing) || SoftDark!Mob!Ari Levinson x wocReader

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Plenty Implied || Dark!Mob!Steve Rogers x wocReader

Basket Boy || Pre-Serum Steve Rogers x Reader

Lie in Wait || Soft Dark!Steve Rogers x wocReader

Hardwired || Soft Dark!Steve Rogers x Reader

> Primal Functions

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From Simmer to Score || Curtis Everett x Reader

Crossing into Midnight || Curtis Everett x WOC Reader

Good Taste (drabble) || Curtis Everett x WOC Reader

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More than Enough || Ransom Drysdale x Reader

Aqua Evolution || Ransom Drysdale x wocReader

Fruition || Soft Dark!Ransom Drysdale x Reader

Makes You Unsteady || Bucky Barnes x wocReader

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like a moth to you by @foxgloveprincess | dark au | Robert Pronge/Mr. Freezy x Female Reader [Second Person Narrator] | Your keeper leaves you alone—locked away—when he’s out on business. But he always brings back a gift when he comes home.

little one, you got me staring odd by @mutual-monsters | dark au, hurt/comfort | Steve Kemp x gn!reader | Steve finds an unorthodox way to deal with his darling’s night terrors.

anything for you by @bucky-boo-bear | hurt/comfort | Little!bucky x reader | When a little (large) something catches his attention, bucky doesn’t wanna leave it. Too bad it is at the store and not his home. Not for long though.

surprise, surprise by @stevies-corner | fluff | SoftDark Daddy!Steve x Little!Fem!Reader | Steve has a surprise for his little and there’s one she’s not too happy about.

stuffies and stitches by @lfnr-blog-blog-blog | hurt/comfort, fluff | Bucky x disabled reader | After a long week Bucky gives you love.

to the salon by @astrorogers | fluff | Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader | It’s really not that bad, it just needs a little… Shaping. To the salon! Reader and Steve acquire an old stuffed animal of Steve’s that is in need of some TLC. So she sends the beloved stuffed bear to a stuffed animal hospital for a makeover.

a new friend by @worksby-d | fluff | Andy Barber x fem!Reader | Turns out moving in with Andy isn’t the only big life change happening.

anything my girl needs by @candlelight-letters | fluff, smut | andy barber x f! Reader | After a stressful couple of weeks of work and mental health piled up, Andy knows exactly what his wife needs and plans an entire night where she doesn’t have to think at all.

*contest winner!* a second chance by @upallnite2getbucky | hurt/comfort, fluff | Bucky x Reader | While having the worst day, you find something unexpected that turns your day around.

what you need by @honeydulcewrites | hurt/comfort | Daddy!Chris Evans x Black Little!Reader | When things are overwhelming you, he knows exactly what you need

make it all better by @candy-and-writing | hurt/comfort | stucky x reader | after comforting you from a nightmare, steve and bucky always know how to make everything better

a gift by @trashywritestrash | fluff | Steve Rogers x single mom! reader | When your sitter cancels right before your date with Steve, you decide to bring your daughter along

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💜

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Maddie this is such a nice ask! Thank you for sending it to me 🤍.

When I think of my favorite 5 fics I’ve written, I think of:

Saint Like

Priest!Bucky x reader | smut (18+ only; MINORS DNI)

Love is A Bitch

softdark!mob!Nick Fowler x reader | smut (18+ only; MINORS DNI)

What A Lie

Andy Barber x reader | angst

Missed Connections

Peter Parker x reader | angst/fluff

Insomnia

Bucky Barnes x reader | angst/fluff

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