Buckys Game

Bucky’s Game

Pairing: 1940′s Dark!Bucky Barnes x Reader, Pre-Serum Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Bucky knows how to test your limits, but when he brings Steve into his games, you may have bargained for too much.

Prompt: For @darkficsyouneveraskedfor​ ‘s a picture says a thousand words challenge.

Content Warnings: Explicit sexual content, light bondage, orgasm denial, multiple partners, choking, voyeurism, manipulation, dubcon (18+ only, this is dark Bucky and he’s not messing around)

Word Count: 8k

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Drip. Drip. Drip.

You thought you were going to go mad. It had been at least two hours since Bucky left. You should have been cold, naked as you were in the bathtub, but the fine tremors that went through your body kept your skin hot and flushed.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

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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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Black Serpent

Pairing: Mobster!Bucky x Fem!Reader

Summary: James Buchanan Barnes was the most notorious mobster of New York City. He was rich. He was powerful. He was feared. But something – or rather someone – made him realize his life meant so little to him. 

Word Count: 10,010 - One Shot

Warnings: Violence, Mentions of sex trafficking 

Bucky stared down at the fingernail on his right thumb. Despite just getting out of the shower, he recognized the red tint to the dirt underneath it. But it wasn’t dirt. It was dried blood. Blood that was not his. Not even a scolding hot shower could rinse away his sins.

He finally dug it out somehow and pushed the act to the back of his mind.

When he walked back into his bedroom, with only a towel around his waist, he was relieved to see his bed empty.

But then he heard the movement around his kitchen.

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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!!!!

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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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If you're in the mood for a Geralt fic, can ya please write an angsty smutty one where Geralt has a hugeass fight with the reader and they have make up sex???? Its completely okay if you're not taking requests (CUZ I CANT FIND ANY GERALT FIC AND IM SAD)

Anything for you my love

Aight

So I’m thinking you were mad at Geralt because here you were, falling for him undoubtedly

And yet, each time you confessed your feelings to him, he told you that it was all in your head

Or that he wasn’t someone one should love. Or that he cannot be the one for you because of his reputation

Yet, he would visit you a lot.

He’d fuck you like he owned you…for hours.

But then, he’d never stay till the morning.

Each morning you’d wake up in an empty in your family home, an empty space beside you.

You’d wake up to find that he’s long gone for the day; fighting monster and what not.

You’d long and whine for him all day, trying to get a grip on your emotions and trying to convince yourself that no, maybe it’s not love but something else

Yet each night when he’d come back and sneak into your room; he would remind you that you indeed loved him.

And each time, your heart would break a little, knowing that the man you loved was never going to love you back.

Ever

So you tried to get over him.

Once, after a heated fight, he left for a couple of days; and no one knew where he went or when he was going to come back

You two had fought over the nature of your relationship. And in the heat of the moment, he had very angrily told you that you were nothing but a means to let out his stress and frustration

Needless to say, you were heartbroken

And you tried to get over him while he was gone

Tried

You’d actually replied to other men when they talked to you

You’d say yes to dining with whichever Knights came to ask your father for permission to court you

Yet none ever compared to the white-haired Witcher you loved so much.

None of their kisses were as electrifying as Geralt’s.

But in order to save yourself the heartache, you had to get over him. And you acted like you had

Until…

The day Geralt came back.

And he didn’t know he hated seeing another man touching you until he found you roaming around with one of the Knights from the neighboring kingdom.

You were hand in hand, and Geralt watched from afar as the blond man caressed your face and stole a few kisses.

What hurt Geralt the most was that you kissed the man back

Geralt didn’t know his heart could beat so fast, he didn’t know jealousy could course through his veins with such intensity.

He didn’t know, until now, that he felt so strongly towards you.

But as of now, he was jealous and angry more than anything.

And he decided to wait until night time. For in the dark of the night no one would see him sneak into your room.

He waited, his anger taking over and burning brighter and brighter with each minute he spent watching you smiling and laughing in the arms of the knight.

Then came night time

And as planned, he sneaked into your room

And he caught you while you were changing behind the room divider

You froze when you heard heavy footsteps.

But before you could peak from behind the room divider, Geralt was in front of you; grabbing your wrists harshly and pinning them above your head

His large frame pressed your naked body against the wall behind you

And for the first time, you saw something other than just tiredness and lust in his eyes

It was the green flames of jealousy, and guilt almost, but whatever it was, it was intense in his golden eyes

“Geralt, what the fuck are you doing?”

He chuckled as he watched you struggling to free yourself from his strong grip and failing miserably

“You’ve never questioned me before. What’s changed now?” he asked, leaning in closer.

His voice was deep and low

He sounded dangerous, and angry.

“You left! You left me here. I’m just another easy fuck to you, aren’t I? Well go on then, take what you want and go!” you raised your voice at him, looking him dead in the eyes.

“Don’t you talk to me in that tone! I saw you earlier today, walking around with… Whoever the fuck that was”

He looked you dead in the eyes while one of his hands slipped in between your legs; caressing your folds.

“Did he touch you?” he asked, leaning in so his lips hovered over your skin right beneath your ear, “Did he touch you like I do?”

You opened your mouth to sass at him but you ended up moaning instead.

He smirked and slipped his fingers past your entrance with ease; massaging and stroking your walls gently

He chuckled when he watched how you reacted to his touch.

His pride amplified because he knew now that no matter what, you’d always be his. And no one could ever touch you like he did.

The movement of his hand quickened, as your moans got higher and higher in pitch.

And he had you coming undone all over his hand in no time

Leaving you breathless while he dragged you to your bed.

The same bed he had fucked you in so many times now

But this time was different, because this time he wanted to prove a point.

He wanted to show you that you belonged to him.

Only him

He didn’t waste time to push himself into you

His thick cock stretching you out while he claimed you to be his

Entirely his

He placed his large hand over your mouth to keep you quiet while he pounded into you until his cum was oozing out of you

“You’re mine”

He repeated over and over again as he made you come around his cock again and again

He was relentless

He fucked you on the bed

Against the wall

Had you bend over your dresser while he rammed his cock in and out of you until you came violently; gushing out all over him shamelessly

He carried your almost limp body back to bed, where he spread your legs apart and pushed his face into your sensitive core

His tongue flicked and circled around your swollen clit until you cried out and begged him to let you cum

But he wouldn’t

He’d tease you, and bring you to the edge several times but wouldn’t grant you the permission to cum

He could go on till the sunrise, but he decided to finally give you a break after he saw that you couldn’t take it anymore

And he finally let you come all over his tongue

He’d proceed to lap up whatever you have him and he’d lick you clean

He’d kiss his way up your body and hold your trembling frame close to his naked body.

“I’m sorry, for everything I said. I’m sorry for leaving you”

His words were the last things you heard before you drifted off to sleep wrapped in his arms

Surprisingly, you woke up in his arms the next morning.

He had stayed till the morning. For the first time.

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You Were Good To Me. (Steve Rogers)

Summary; After a few months, steve were reminiscing the times you had together. Jealousy made its way to his feelings.

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You Were Good To Me - Part 1.

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