Shackle Her From Wrist To Wrist (with Sterling Silver Bracelets) - Two

shackle her from wrist to wrist (with sterling silver bracelets) - two

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Synopsis: Four years ago, you entered a loving relationship with Steve Rogers. Three years ago, you faked your death to escape when things started to turn dark. Now, he’s found you and he’s not going to let you go.

Pairings: Dark!Steve x Reader, Dark!Bucky x Reader, Dark!Stucky x Reader

Warnings: Steve and Bucky thinking they’re nice but they’re really not, and the warnings you would expect of a dark!fic

Word count: 4,450

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Steve and Bucky continued to hold your weight as your body fell limp and they carefully guided you to the floor, wrapping the towel around your body so that you wouldn’t get too cold. Steve watched your sleeping face, adoration in his eyes. This was the first time he had touched you in years after thinking he would never have the chance again. You were warm, and soft, and you were right there. You’d upset him deeply, but it was a minor blip in the many years you would have together. Even that wouldn’t stop him from loving you.

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How would bucky react to someone flirting cd!reader?

He’d be fine! But,

It lasted twenty-nine days. Just a little more than four weeks before you find out Agent Whatshisface had been going out with a different girl behind your back. When the news breaks over the compound, your face briefly flashes shock before steeling into your usual facade. 

“He’s an idiot,” Steve starts, patting your back. “Wanna go out tonight?” Sam offers. “I’m gonna fire his ass,” Tony threatens.

You only shrug, “Whatever,” and head into your room.

In the corner, Bucky folds his arms across his chest and taps his foot rhythmically. 

The rest of the day passes by smoothly enough and strangely, you show no sign of disappointment or heartbreak. Not even anger– something they all feared. Instead, after dinner, you go for a swim and knot your hair up tightly after a shower. The sun sets peacefully over your serene face before you wave from the door at dusk. “Going for a walk! See you later!” And Nat looks around after Friday bids you goodbye.

“Where’s Barnes?”

Inside the bottom level of the cement parking garage where your ex-boyfriend parks his car, you walk calmly with your knife in hand. Fifteen feet away, that shiny, ugly, maroon shitcan on wheels gleams back at you.

Two large boots stick out behind the right side, body hidden by the metal frame.

When you arrive, you find Bucky already finished cutting the breaks.

“Hey,” He greets flatly, slipping his arm around your waist, as if neither of you are in a compromising and illegal situation, “Let’s go get burgers. Pre-murder makes me hungry as hell.”

The Highest Bidder {1}

Summary: Ransom bids a staggering amount of money for a massage. Word Count: 1,256 Warnings for the mini-series: Language, Ransom being Ransom (extremely inappropriate and crude at times, previous sexual relationship mentioned, sexual content. Author’s Note: GIF Credit [X] You can also read this on AO3. Idea submitted by @the-chocolate-moose​. Ransom mercilessly flirts with reader but she hates his guts. Reader offers some service in charity auction (dance or cooking lessons, dunno) and Ransom bids highest to have her just for himself. 

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The time has come for the obscenely wealthy to flaunt their status by comparing the sizes of their… wallets, all in the name of charity, of course. Anyone who’s anyone has been invited to tonight’s soiree, and of course, Hugh Ransom Drysdale thinks he’s someone damn important. 

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Salvatore (Cambion Incubus)

Rating: Mature Relationship: Human Female Reader x Male Incubus (Cambion) Additional Tags: Exophilia, Incubus, Cambion, Incubus Boyfriend, Monster Boyfriend, Asexual Monster, Asexual Incubus, Asexual Reader Content Warnings: Prostitution, Mention of Alcoholism, Strong Language, Use of a Slur, Open Discussion of Sex and Sexuality Words: 5270

Here it is! This story just poured out of me yesterday, and I hope you guys like Sal. I love him. He needs all the love he can get, the poor dear. Please leave feedback!

*Note: A Cambion is a half-human, half-Incubus/Succubus, originating in medieval European folklore.

How did you get talked into this? You hated bars. The smoke, the noise, the drunk girls falling all over themselves, the guys trying to get the drunk girls to go home with them. It was all tedious and you hated it.

It was supposed to be a celebration. You had just graduated from school with a business degree, and a bunch of friends suggested dinner. You didn’t realize dinner would be alcohol. You groaned as soon as you set foot into the place and just ordered a water. You sat in the corner and watched your friends get properly sloshed, grimacing into your glass and wishing you were somewhere else.

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Eye for an Eye: 6 [Finale]

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Warnings: non/dub con sex (intercourse), violence, blood and alluded death.

This is dark!Steve and explicit. 18+ only.

Summary: It all comes to an end.

Note: So we’ve come to the end and we’ll see what happens to our reader and our mob boss. Hope you guys enjoy. Feels good to tick another fic off the list. <3 Let me know what you think with a like, reply, or reblog!

You crossed your arms as Steve stood with his back to you. His shoulders were tense, his hands planted on the table. It was just the three of you; Steve, Bucky, and you. It wasn’t long ago the room was full of men in suits as they gathered around their leader on the eve of a vital operation. And now they had gone to prepare.

“For the last time, you can’t.” He shook his head as he pushed himself away from the table. “How exactly do you expect to get through this on that?”

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Could you do usually chaotic reader but in a depressive episode?

OKAY THANKS NOW I’M CRYING.Bag of Tricks Masterlist

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His door creaks open.

Bucky’s barely out of the shower and dressed when the slowest scrape of its hinges makes him turn. Tinny. Barely audible. But he has super hearing and the sliver of light pouring through is accompanied by a shadow. Hm.

He calls your name. “The hell are you doing?” He mumbles, “How’d you pick my lock again?”

You stand in the doorway, arms inside an oversized white shirt, looking like an extremely lumpy bag of marshmallows. One bare foot scratches the adjacent ankle and then you crack all your toes with a pathetic whine.

“Is that mine?” Bucky tosses his towel onto the bed.

You moan despondently before squatting down and letting the hem of his shirt engulf your legs. The lumpy bag of marshmallows has melted. He shakes his head. Wants to laugh but he stifles it for now. 

“What is it?”

“Sad.” You whisper, tucking your face into the shirt, too. He kneels by your side. Knocks on your scalp.

“Can’t be sad. Your head’s full of nothing but sawdust.”

“Sad.” You reply again, muffled by your knees.

A small chuckle escapes because he can’t help it. The only time you’re shy is when you’re like this. Still an idiot. A little cute. But he knows what to do.

So, he gets to work and squeezes one arm under both folded legs, wedging them apart. His other arm catches your curved back when you tip over.

“Okay, sad girl.” He smiles, carrying your limp body across the room. You look like a Renaissance painting—splayed out and wilted, eyes staring dully into the ceiling. Stunning, but he’ll never say it.

A sniffle and you squeeze your eyes shut.

Yeah, you’re sad. He knows. It’s inexplicable, and it’s very fucking real.  

With his foot, Bucky slides the wet towel onto the floor and lays you down atop his sheets where you continue to groan dramatically. He reaches over your body, takes the far edge and pulls it around, tucking it beneath your back. He does the same to the other side and soon enough, you’re wrapped snugly in its cocoon. Only your head is visible.

“Okay, sad girl.” He says again, “How’s that? Better now?”

A silence before you blink at him. Your head jerks a few times, eyes pointedly staring at the open space nearby.

Bucky slips in, lies on his side and chuckles at the way you hobble with your entire body closer to his. “Okay, sad girl.” He whispers over the top of your head, “Better now?”

You sigh and press your forehead to his chest.

“Better now.”