TheThief

The Thief

Summary: Where do all of Bucky’s shirts keep disappearing to?  Pairing: Reader x Bucky A/N: 2.1k word count. Silliness, fluff. Posters from the fic LOL

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Bucky is missing another shirt on Saturday morning. He rifles through his closet, slapping the hangers to the left and down the pole where they clack against each other fearfully. Last week, this happened too. His favorite red Henley with the threadbare hem and black buttons— all day he had searched for it until—

Oh.

With a slightly exasperated groan and a backwards tilt of his head, he closes the closet door. Quietly, he slips out of his room and down the silent hallway until the chatter of voices from the kitchen meets his ears.

Wilson stands at the stove top, flipping pancakes the size of plates— heavy, thick, wheat ones, overloaded with blueberries. Steve is to his side, pouring milk and stealing fruit when Sam isn’t looking. Natasha is perched on the counter, sipping black coffee.

And then, his eyes skip over to the dining table where a pair of delicate feet are propped up on the glass, toes tapping off-beat to a tuneless song.

You.

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Unsportsmanlike Conduct

Pairing: Dark!Bucky x Reader, Dark!Steve x Reader

Summary: Bucky’s tired of waiting for the shy Reader to admit her feelings for him.

Warning: 18+, dub-con, sex pollen consumed, unprotected sex. 

Words: 5473

a/n: This is for @darkficsyouneveraskedfor​ A Thousand Words challenge for her 5.5k followers. Congrats, Sweets-  you make our heroes into the most vile villains. Thank you for hosting!

prompt: #21 hands.gif  

“Grab my wiener,” the deep voice to your right stated evenly.

Coughing into your drink, your eyes bulged at his words. Clearing your throat you tried to find your bearings as the crowd cheered around you both. Why were they encouraging him?

“Wha-what?” meekly asking, too embarrassed to look him in the eye as you wiped away the splashed liquid off your lap.  

“Put your hands around it.” You could practically hear the smirk in his voice, “The hot dog. Pass it to me, please.”

The crowd jumped and cheered out of their seats shadowing you both as the team took first, then second, third, and home.

Taking a moment to close your eyes and will away your discomfort, the crowd settled down while the next batter made his way to the mound. You turned toward the aisle way and held out your hand to become the next boxcar in the makeshift stadium food train. Before you could turn back around to Bucky and hand him his order, you felt the warmth of his breath and his double entendre slap against your cheek, “Hold out your hand for Steve’s wiener too, doll.”

You sat up even straighter and abruptly pushed the hot dog and the next one into Bucky’s chest, not concerned if you stained his shirt with the relish and mustard.

“Oh, oh, oh! Easy there, darlin’. You’re making my dribble out between those buns. No one wants a premature dribble.”

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gotta love badass bae

I know that the team would never let CD!reader anywhere near a press conference or reporter, but just imagine all the wonderfully weird memes that would come from her somehow answering questions at a press conference

I … don’t know where this came from but it went in the opposite direction and on for TOO LONG. OOPS.

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The press conference was supposed to be a breeze– public relations yada-yada to answer some silly questions. Fans want interaction. The Avengers are closer to movie stars these days than saviors. The line blurs often.

Except, the thing goes sideways when some fucko with pit-stains taps on the mic, looks pointedly at Bucky, and then the word war criminal echoes through the room. The rest of the diatribe fades out into a faint warble.

Steve’s hand is barely slammed on the table before the crowd erupts into shouts and chairs are knocked over with people jumping from their seats. Bucky’s up too, and looking like he doesn’t know if he should follow the jet-stream trajectory of your path or keep his distance.

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Bad Dream  -  Three

Pairing: Dark!Steve X Reader

Summary: A year after wiping your memory and keeping you for himself, Steve Rogers is happy. Happier than he’s ever been. With you and your daughter, life couldn’t be any better. The only problem? You’re starting to remember things.

Warnings: Language, Angst, Fluff, Manipulation

Word Count: 1.3K

A/n: I’m back. My computer battery is fried so it’s a slow piece of shit. I’m gonna try to update all my stories soon…ish. I’m gonna add tags later

!!!THIS IS A DARK FIC WITH SEXUAL AND TRIGGERING CONTENT!!!!

MADNESS MASTERLIST EDITED POORLY! BAD DREAM MASTERLIST

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“Alright honey. I’ll see you tomorrow night.” You nod, pushing yourself up onto your toes and kissing him gently on the lips.

“We’ll miss you,” you whisper, glancing down to where Sarah is lying asleep in his arms. “I’ll miss you guys too. But I’ll be back before you know it. And then I think I’m gonna take you on a little trip. Bucky’s setting it up for us.”

You get reminded to last night when he was on the phone with his friend, talking about ‘fixing’ you.

His words echo in your mind, terrifying and confusing you at the same time.

“What about Sarah?” You ask softly, gently smoothing your finger of her soft cheek.

“We’ll bring her. But I want to have a few days of privacy. Just you and me. And maybe… maybe I’ll put another baby in you. How’s that sound?” His eyes are hard, watching your every move.

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Pragma(tic) 12: He Gets the Visit of His Life

Pairing: Persephone!Bucky Barnes x Hades!Reader

Summary: In a world where the old gods never truly died, you must learn to navigate your way through the ups and downs of immortality. And if living forever wasn’t hard enough, an ancient evil is now threatening to break free after centuries of silence. And as if that still wasn’t hard enough for you, now a pesky and infuriatingly handsome god is trying to wedge his way into your life. Gods, work, love, and conflict—what more could a goddess need? [Hades & Persephone AU]

Word Count: 4350

Warnings: Language

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Previous 11: She Takes a Stand

Bucky had said that he’d give (y/n) a day at least to get back on her feet in terms of work, but he wasn’t sure exactly how much time she wanted. Was just one enough, or did she need more?

Eight days had passed since he’d left (y/n) at the border and, sappy and cliche as it might be, he missed her. He missed her smile and her laugh and even her sour glares she gave him when he said something stupid (which was often if he was being honest, but he only did it to get those damn glares from her).

He wondered how she was doing without him. Not that she needed him or anything—she was perfectly capable of living on her own—but she had told him she had a lot of work to do and he was curious to see how she was doing. He could only imagine how boring the paperwork was. He’d sat there and watched her do it one day and he nearly fell asleep. He felt so bad for her if that’s what she was stuck doing. Maybe he could rescue her and bring her to the island. Get her some sun. If there was one thing that was good about being in the Mediterranean, it was that it was sunny year-round.

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For the fic game would "I didn't know it would be that big" with Bucky Barnes work?? Thank you :)

That’s perfect! I hope you like this… 

Warnings: Sexual Innuendo 

Title Of Your Sex Tape Fic Game  

I Didn’t Know It Would Be That Big 

If anybody could see him now, the righteous Captain America,hiding in a woman’s closet. In his defence, he had thought you were out, notthat it was a great defence. He had only wanted to use the opportunity tosearch your room for his Christmas present. With some of the team on missionsand Clint with his family for the day, The Avengers had agreed to exchangegifts on New Years Eve instead, but he had gotten impatient. Well now he waspaying for it, because when your door handle had rattled, he’d panicked anddove for cover.

Which is how he ended up here, trapped between a parka coatand something that had faux fur on it, tickling his cheek. To make matters evenworse, apparently you weren’t alone.

“God, I’ve been looking forward to this all day!” Youexclaimed excitedly.

“I know doll, I got back as quickly as I could.”

Steve’s eyes nearly popped out of his skull. He knew thatvoice. Bucky was in your room and it sounded like….

“Come on Barnes, give it to me.” You demanded.

“Say pretty please.” Bucky teased.

“Buckyyyy.” You whimpered.

“So needy.” His best friend chuckled.

Blood rushed to his cheeks as he realised what was going onin your room. You and Bucky, Bucky and you, you were going to…

There was a rustling noise and then…

“I didn’t know it would be that big.” You gasped, choking indisbelief.

“What, you were expecting it to be smaller doll? I’moffended.” Bucky scoffed smugly.

“I can’t even wrap both my hands around it. How am Isupposed to fit it in my mouth?” You asked in awe.

“No, wait! Stop!” Steve yelled, tumbling out of the closetwith his hand covering his eyes.

“Steve? What the hell?” You yelped.

“I’m sorry! I was looking for my present, I know I shouldn’thave been, but I didn’t know you two…” He stammered, carefully trying toblindly walk across the room.

“You were WHAT?” You asked indignantly.

“Are you covering your eyes in shame pal?” Bucky snorted.

“I’ll just go.” Steve whispered meekly, walking into a wall.

The back of his neck war burning and he felt a little illabout what was happening. He’d just been caught hiding in the closet while youand Bucky were, well…

“Steven Grant Rogers, you look at me right now.” You snappedat him.

He paused, afraid. Afraid of you and afraid of what he mightsee.

“Is it safe? Is Bucky, you know, clothed?” He croaked.

His question was met with silence.

“Guys?” He pressed.

“Steve, what do you think we were doing?” Bucky asked withbarely restrained mirth.

The question made him brave a peek through his fingersbefore he dropped his hand and gaped at the two of you. Bucky was sprawled outacross the end of your bed like a giant cat, fully clothed, and you were perchednext to him holding…

“Bucky said he knew where the biggest and best burgers inthe city were and promised he’d bring me back one after his mission.” Youfrowned, holding up the admittedly supersized burger.

“Super soldier metabolism. Gotta know where serves thebiggest portions.” Bucky smirked, his eyes twinkling at the disbelief on Steve’sface.

“Ohthankgod.” Steve blurted under his breath.

From the shit-eating grin on his face, Bucky clearly knewwhere his mind had gone. But you were blinking innocently at him, poutingslightly at his impatient snooping.

“Doll, don’t be too hard on him. Steve just wanted to seewhat you got him so he could make sure the very expensive gift he got you wasn’ttoo extravagant, isn’t that right Stevie?” Bucky asked, throwing him a lifelineand throwing him under the bus at the same time.

It worked though, because your eyes immediately softened.

“Steve! You didn’t have to get me anything big, really. Imean I think you’ll love what I got you but it’s not a competition. I’ll lovewhatever you get me, because it’s from you.” You told him sweetly.

Your genuine reaction made him feel a lot less annoyed atBucky. You were too sweet to him, of course he didn’t mind spoiling you.

“All the same, I’m sorry I tried to snoop.” He apologised.

“I forgive you, and if it makes you feel better, next yearwe’ll set a price limit, though I don’t know how we’ll reign Tony in. Now, ifyou don’t mind, I need to get this gorgeous piece of meat in my mouth.” Youannounced, making him nearly choke on his own saliva.

“Yeah, sure. Um, bye.” He stuttered, escaping from thesituation before it got any more awkward.

As soon as he closed your door behind himself he resistedthe urge to bang his head against it and instead went to collect his wallet.Apparently he had some shopping to do.  

In your room Bucky was guffawing loudly, making the bedrumble.

“That was close. I can’t believe we almost got found outwhen we weren’t even doing anything.” Bucky snorted.

“Yeah, at least we know that if Steve finds out we’resleeping together he’ll take it well.” You sniggered.