Bucky Barnes X Reader Masterlist

Bucky Barnes x Reader Masterlist

+ smut

$ fluff

# angst

! dark

headcanons + drabbles

bucky comforts reader after getting stood up $

bodyguard!bucky and bratty reader +

wearing your roommate's boxers +$

dry humping +

grumpy roommate!bucky $

roommate!bucky takes your panties +

dilf!bucky sneaking into your room +

playing with bucky’s hair $

dry humping part two +

dirty little secret +

oneshots

woman +

Holometabolous metamorphosis 🦋

Part 2- Thanatosis 🦋-Coming soon

Holometabolous metamorphosis- Also called complete metamorphosis is a form of insect development that involves four stages of life: egg, larva, pupa (cocoon) and adult.

Dark!Mean!Mafia!Biker! Bucky x innocent!victim!Reader

Warnings: Rape, absolutely non con, dark!Bucky, mean!Bucky, Beefy!Bucky, innocent!reader, name calling, manipulation, abuse, bruises (not the kinky kind), dacryphilia, punching, slapping, mentions of blood, heavy angst, reader blames themselves (if you’re getting abused it not your fault), talk of death, allusions to suicide

Nicknames: whore, stupid, dumb

Read this at you own discretion. This is actually one of the darkest things I’ve ever written. I do have a continuation of it so if I finish it I’ll link it.

Surely I am dying. My head pounds as I hold the cover closer to me, hugging his pillow tighter as the rain clatters down, harsh like pebbles being thrown at a window, and the wind picks up outside, howling as gusts in all directions shake the trees. My ears prick at the sound of a branch scratching repeatedly at the window, the grating sound causes my brows to pinch together as I pull at the heavy covers, dragging them over my ear. The dark room is illuminated briefly by the blinding white of lightning. It allows me to see the dreary grey walls, lighter than the current sky which is a deep, dark never ending pit that allows for nothing to exist, the closet door is slightly ajar. It’s freezing, my teeth chatter, I ball my body up further, shrugging my shoulders till they reach the bottom of my ear and squeeze, tighter than I’ve ever squeezed before on the pillow. Bucky. The name flashes in my mind and more tears slip over my nose onto the pillow, I take a deep breath allowing his scent that still clings to the pillow to hijack my lungs- the smell of a warm bonfire bonfire, the leathery smell of his jacket, petrichor, musky magnolia wood and the oil from his motorbike. My thumb caresses the corner of the pillow and the knot in my throat grows painfully tighter, I bite on my lower lip keeping the sob that is trying to escape my chest inside. I let one of my hands drift to the impression of him that remains in my mattress, the outline of his bulky frame. It’s cold, colder than the bitter wind outside. I miss the days when the impression was filled by him, his feverish warmth and his solid, yet soft muscles. I miss the days when I could lean against his chest and hear the steady, strong rhythm of his heart. I miss the days when he’d run his calloused hands over my skin, under the covers, making the shape of stars, hearts or just random squiggles. I miss him so much, his soothing presence.

The world around me rumbles and I gasp. The thunder that follows. It sounds so similar to the engine of his motorcycle when he would rev it outside to tell me he was here, except it was a soft purr. The branch bangs against the window from a sudden bombardment of wind. It’s so lonely without him, when I was with him it felt as if life would never end. Everyday was exciting, but now it was bland. Slowly but surely I had faded away, like a moth, I had been a larva without Bucky, once I was with him I was born from my cocoon and I had found my wings, but just like a moth I was an insignificant little insect. I flew closer and closer to him. My flame. my wings slowly began to tether, my patterns began to fade; with every touch they left me, the awful silky residue clinging to every surface. He burnt me so lovingly. and then I will die. I’m not there yet, but soon…it will be soon. We only live for ninety days after all. At first we’re beautiful, then we become annoying and ugly, and finally we die and just like that we’re forgotten. I’m a silly little moth, clinging to the thing that hurts me most till it kills me. It hurts so much, my chest, my throat and my eyes burn. I’m trying not to cry, but it hurts so much, I just want to sob till snot and spit congeals on my face. Till my eyes are red and puffy. Till I throw up. Maybe if I throw up all the words I want to say to him will go with it, will the thoughts and memories go too? Metamorphosis turned my brain and body to soup, soup seasoned by thoughts of him. It wasn’t the right soup. He didn’t want it, he hated it, he spit in it, he threw the bowl, he smashed the bowl. I’m the bowl. My ribs hurt, the dark branches of bruises blooming up the side of me, he broke some.

The room is illuminated again and I see blood on the pillow from my lip. I throw off the weighty covers, my naked body is kissed by the cold and my skin is pinched softly as it is littered with goosebumps. I throw my legs over the side of the bed, the floorboards groaning as I stumble out into the hallway. I cling desperately to the wall, trying my best to walk as a dull ache radiates through my calves and stinging throbs between my legs, sharp pains jab me as I shuffle like a newborn giraffe towards the glowing warm light of my bathroom. I push the door weakly and am faced with the mirror. Surely I am dying. I wish I was already dead, I want to sink to the floor. I glance over to the dead moths on the yellowed, flakey paint of my windowsill. I want to be a moth, I want the simple little life of a moth. I once thought being with him was freedom, but now I can see, true freedom is death and although I look like death, although I feel like death I am not yet dead.

I run my shaking fingers over the bruise around my eye socket. Flowers of deep purples and black and sickly yellowish green buds climb along my cheek bone. I flinch away from my own touch “Stupid” I mutter to myself as I turn the handle of the tap, a metallic creak accompanies the sputter and cough of water as it forms a steady stream. I gather it in my cupped hands, relishing in the warmth, as warm as his skin. I crane my neck down and throw it at my face, rubbing at my stinging split lip with my pinky. I grab my face towel and dab my face dry, looking again in the mirror. Bruises, bushes of purple and black. Estranged petals adorn my waist from where he grabbed me harshly and held me down. A shudder runs down my spine as I feel the ghost of his hands digging into me, little bloody half moons accompany the bruises.

The sky hit its drum once again, I fell to my knees. My hands meeting the cold tiles, reddish brown stained the grout. I hadn’t cleaned it yet. I crawled straight to bed as soon as he left. I can hear his animalistic growls echo off the walls, growls as he plunged into me holding my legs open painfully wide, my hips threatening to come out of their sockets. He was like a man possessed, I’d never seen his eyes so dark and stormy before, wide and pregnant with malice ready to rain on me. I could smell the whiskey on him as he leaned down demanding I kissed him, I refused. That’s when he punched me and grabbed my jaw in a crushing grip, forcing me to kiss him— it was more than just whiskey; this time he was hammered— regardless of my sobs and incoherent pleading. I don’t know what I was pleading for. Maybe for him to stop, maybe for him to go harder, maybe for him to be kinder… I don’t know. Stupid brain, stupid idiot. ‘Stupid’ is what he called me. A ‘dumb whore’, a ‘hole to fuck’ as he snapped his hips chasing his release, unbothered if he pleased me or not. He slapped my face, his ring catching on my lip and tearing it open. He yanked my hair brutally from the root, one of his many rings scraping my scalp sending a white hot throb through my nerves. He demanded that I cry harder, the harder I cried the quicker this would go and the harder his dick would get is what he said. He was hard enough, as his thick cock tore through me slick with blood. Bucky had always been a loose cannon, but usually he directed it towards beating up men who owed him money or waging war on rival gangs. But today he wanted to take it out on me, all he wanted was sex but when I didn’t want to; he decided he was bored with me, my wings were ugly and tattered, but he wanted them, he wanted my freedom so he took it. He burnt my wings off. He raped me. He wouldn’t stop. I wish he just killed me with one of his prized knives. My winter soldier, my flame, my demise.

I hugged myself despite the pain, rocking back and forth on the tiled floor. He’s never coming back. I'm gonna die. I'm dying without him. I need him, he burns me so sweetly. Bucky Bucky Bucky. The chant of his name fills my head as I curl up on the floor like an abandoned animal, like the moth on my windowsill. Surely I am dying.

murasakibara atsushi x black coded reader (all can read)

request: Hiii I honestly was stalking ur entire page ❤️❤️ I was wondering if u can make a senecio with Muraskibara , this scenario can be like we are watching a movie any of ur choice,then things get a little heated😃👍

#!warnings: vulgar language, sexual intercourse (m x f), vaginal penetration, p in v, some praise, overstim, full nelson position, creampie, cockwarming towards the end — MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

afab reader, gender neutral pronouns

word count: 1.2k

note: i’m in my murasakibara bag rn, send me thirsts cause he’s got me in a chokehold:0

tags: @sindinminpin + @tonaken + @misss-chrisss

for as long as you’d known him, atsushi could barely take your attention being on anything other than him. it was as though your very existence was meant strictly for him; to heed his every beck and call despite what you might want. you realized very quickly that his behaviour was akin to that of a small child, in need of constant care or something to keep him busy.

which is why you made every precaution necessary when he suggested binging a show you’d been bringing up—or at least you thought you did. your shelves were stocked up with everything you ever saw him eat or he ever mentioned liking. even your fridge was packed with all he could possibly devour over the course of several hours. for the first few episodes, it seemed to be going according to plan. his array of junk food helped him stay focused on the show and when it didn’t, it kept him busy at the very least.

but there was just no pleasing atsushi.

you blamed yourself for not feeding him in moderation, not that it mattered anyway. he managed to clear your cabinets and fridge in record time before unsurprisingly growing restless in his seat. he sighed audibly a number of times as an attempt to garner your attention, each louder than the last. but it was pointless and he was getting annoyed.

his second attempt was just as unlucky. a large, cold hand snaked its way through the blanket you’d been insistent on putting on the both of you. as soon as he came in contact with your thigh, far warmer much to his pleasure, you were slapping the back of his hand and pushing it away. he made a disapproving sound and slumped in his seat. finally, atsushi decided discretion was not going to yield positive results and large hands grabbed at your waist to pull you onto his lap.

“atsu-“

“m’cold,” he whined while nuzzling his face into your neck. “feel my hands, y/n.”

the shiver that racked through your body when he slipped his hands under your shirt effectively shut you up. he managed to pull you up against his chest, arms secure around your midsection as though you couldn’t possibly get any closer. there was nothing wrong with him holding you for warmth right? totally innocent, right?

wrong. his hands swiftly began fondling their way up to your chest and you couldn’t possibly defend his groping any longer.

“atsushiii, i thought you wanted to watch.” once he saw you’ve stopped the show entirely and turned towards him, he felt as though he had won.

“but it’s boring. can’t i feel on you instead?” he mumbled, nipping the sensitive spot on your neck.

the hitch in your breath only encouraged him as he continued decorating your skin with bites and hickeys. he ground you down on his growing bulge with no intentions to waste time. his fingers fumbled to pull your panties to the side all while freeing his member. before you could protest, though you both knew exactly how this night would end, atsushi effortlessly lifted you up and sat you down on his eager cock.

a whine rips from your throat, his tip prodding against your cervix and you swear you can barely breath. every gasp you take filled with nothing but him, crowding your lungs and your senses. nothing is clear except for the thought of atsushi, lucid amongst muddled matters of little significance.

he’d never been patient and the small amount of kindness he could’ve showed you was already spent allowing you to adjust, regardless of how short that time was. he acquired a bruising hold on your hips which he’d apologize for later on with takeout and aftercare. it was as though you weighed nothing when he lifted you up only to slam you back down on his length. your slick walls were forced to part for his shaft with each thrust, coating him in your juices.

“takin’ me so well,” he gruffed into your ear. “so tight ’n warm.”

your walls clutched around him, your moans became more breathy and high-pitched, and your toes curled; all telltale signs that you’re well on your way to a mind-numbing climax. as if he was purposefully looking to antagonize you, he slithered two fingers between your soft thighs and rubbed tight, maddening circles on your clit. a buzz shot up your abdomen to your throat. you wailed and gripped the blanket as though your life depended on it. and through it all, atsushi is chasing his own high. he isn’t sure he can take much more of your walls convulsing around him, plaguing his body with a weakness and inciting him to prolong the feeling all the same.

with a string of curses falling from his lips, he hooked his arms underneath your knees and pulled them back until they were knocking against your shoulder. his hands cupped the back of your head, forcing you to stretch further than you had before. the ache in your back was nonexistent when he began plowing into you from below. any restraint he possibly had left was no more while he fucked into you with reckless abandon.

a white ring adorned the base of his shaft, a mixture of his essence and your’s as you creamed around him for the nth time. your vision was blurry with tears and your entire body felt as though it’d been set ablaze. atsushi liked testing your limits, seeing how far you’d go before tapping out and begging him to stop. but this time, it was about him and despite you sobbing and the aching of your abused cunt, he needed his fill.

his movements faltered after some time however, hips stuttering with each stroke. his manhood throbbed inside you almost painfully and once you constricted around him again, he knew it was the end. his balls pinched and tightened as you milked him for all his worth and plenty more. he spurted white hot streaks deep inside you, painting your core and claiming you as his all over again. slowly, he thrust in and out of you until there was nothing else he could give you and came to a complete stop.

atsushi kept you sat on his lap and subsequently his cock, basking in the warmth you provided. he rubbed your thighs under the blanket, sure to be sore after he had his way with you, while you laid your head back on his shoulder to catch your breath. he’d shift under you every so often, just to feel you clench against him or hear your intoxicating mewls.

he thumbed at the play button on the remote despite your exhaustion. light, airy kisses were pressed against your neck; nearly causing you to melting into him a second time. whispered words of encouragements and confessions of love lead you to slumber. to be considerate for once, he shuts the tv off and lays the two of you down on the couch while still dormant inside your heat. nevertheless, atsushi begins seeing the appeal of spending hours in front of the tv, and even thinks he’ll start binging shows with you if this is what he has to look forward to.

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Hellooo can i request for a relationship where the reader is neteyam/loak's twin or just part of sullys family and she died instead of neteyam?

Man o' man. At first, I was REALLY excited to write this; I love writing angst, after all. But then I realized I had to rewatch Neteyam's death scene... yeah, then it wasn't so exciting. BUT I still enjoyed writing this, and I really appreciate you shooting me this request. I hope you like it :) :) PS-- I hope you're happy knowing that I maybe-kinda-sortova cried, haha!! 

Ocean Breathes Salty (Sully Family / Daughter! Reader)

Synopsis: Sully's stick together. This is their biggest weakness... and also their greatest strength. (This story is unedited. Edits will be conducted at a later date.)

All her life, Y/N had caused trouble for her big brother.

It seemed like every other day her father was handing a stern scolding to Neteyam. And most oftentimes it wasn’t even his fault. It was stupid things like sneaking off into the night or digging her nose in places it didn’t belong. No matter what, Neteyam always got roped into it.

“What happened to keepin’ an eye on your sister?”

“You’re her big brother. You are in charge of her.”

“If she gets hurt, it’s on you.”

And despite the fact that this happened again and again and again, Y/N’s heart broke seeing her brother receive the harsh lashing from their father. His ears would flatten and he’s droop his head low, being sure to avoid the man’s gaze. The worst thing was that, right after, Neteyam wouldn’t say anything about it. He’d accept it like the good little soldier his dad expected him to be, and she hated that.

And that didn’t mean that Y/N was safe from their father’s wrath.

“That stunt you pulled back there? Stupid! Jesus, are you want to get yourself killed?”

Y/N mumbled a weak “No sir.”

“You’re grounded. You’re to stay here for the month, tend to the Ikran and wounded. Got it?”

The young girl put her hands behind her back, fidgeting with her fingers. She prayed her dad couldn’t detect her nervous energy.

Jake put a hand on her shoulder. “Got it?” He asked again, this time raising his voice a few notches.

Y/N gave him a curt nod, sparing him a glance before stepping away from him. “Yes sir.”

There were many times where Neteyam took one for the team. It wasn’t just when Y/N got in trouble; Lo’ak was beginning to take after her adventurous, generally reckless behavior (much to their dad’s distaste).

But now, it was Y/N’s turn.

She made sure Lo’ak and Spider had a clear opening before they jumped off the ship and into the slightly fridged water. There was still a RDA Avatar shooting at Neteyam and her as the two cowered closer into a corner of the ship. They were losing their window of escape.

“Okay, you’re turn!” Neteyam shouted over the sound of bullets hitting their safe corner. Y/N shook her head, peeking around the corner to see if any of her shots resulted in a kill. A bullet zoomed past her ear and she shuffled back into her brother.

Y/N watched her brother with wide eyes as he took her hand in his.

She knew that, if they didn’t move now, they’d be dead.

“Move, now!” Neteyam yanked his sister forward, dragging her close behind him as they plunged into the water and to safety.

Something sharp slammed into Y/N’s side. The shock of the impact was enough to cause her to gasp, involuntarily inhaling an alarming amount of water.

One thing Y/N had yet to get used to in their new home was how salty the ocean water was. It stung her eyes and something in her chest. She probably scrapped herself against some lose bits of metal from the ship. The unusual pain was making her chest tight, like someone was sitting on her, her breath threatening to fly out of her mouth at any second.

It was getting increasingly harder to keep afloat, and to make matters worse, the sea water was beginning to fill her lungs. There was a strange metallic taste building up in the back of her throat, too.

She could hear her brothers, Spider, and Tsireya cheering around her. High fives were being thrown around and shouts of celebration bounced off the water, but Y/N couldn’t bring herself to speak. She could haldy bring herself to breathe.

“Y/N?” Lo’ak asked somewhere in front of her.

She tried to look his direction but accidentally sunk down into the water, placing a hand on her chest where it hurt most.

Neteyam grabbed ahold of her before she could sink down any further, putting his hand where hers rested. “She’s been shot!” He shouted.

“Shit!” Lo’ak cursed, calling for his Ilu as everybody swam closer to the weak Y/N, all trying their hardest to keep her head above water. Nobody let go of her as they helped her on top of the sea creature. Uncontrollable coughs overcame the oldest Sully daughter as she was heaved up to rest in her older brother’s arms. He wrapped one arm protectively across her shoulders, holding her close to his chest as he used his other hand to guide his Ilu forward, the other children holding onto the animal’s fins.

“DAD!” Lo’ak cried out as the crew approached a patch of rocks. Out in the distance, Y/N could make out a familiar dark blue Na’vi. The sky was getting darker and flames were flickering an angry orange around her as the Ilu came to a stop. “Dad, it’s Y/N. She got shot.”

Neteyam scooted off the Ilu, requesting Y/N in his grip, The other children gathered around them, making sure none of her limp limbs got scratched by the rock’s jagged surface.

“Oh no,” she heard her dad choke, helping carry his now bloodied daughter to shore while reminded the children to watch for her head.

Y/N was placed gently on the ground before being picked up again by her father, who mumbled a tired curse to himself. He put her back down, reaching for his youngest son, “Pressure! Apply pressure,” and forcing his son to slam his hands onto her wound. She hissed in pain, moving to shove him off, but her father clasped onto both of her hands, rubbing her skin with frantic motions.

Somewhere behind her, Y/N would hear her mother screaming for her, but she was too tired to adnowledge her. “Momma-” she whimpered, hacking even more than a few minutes ago.

Jake cupped her cheeks with his large hands, caressing her skin and whipping away tears she didn’t know she had.

“Hey, it’s okay,” he reassured. His voice was full of gentle sweetness, like the kind you’d give a child when they scraped their knee. Neytiri took her daughter’s hands, her wailing crumbling the young girl’s heart. It hurt almost as much as the bullet wound. “I’m right here baby.”

“D-D-D-DadI’mscared-ughithurts-”

“I know baby, I know, it’s okay. I’m right here.”

Y/N heaved deeper. She looked all around her, looking at the people that had protected her all her life. Her father, the strongest and most stoic man she’d ever known, had tears welling in his eyes. He refused to let them spill in front of her.

Her mother, Neytiri, wasn’t holding back. She screamed for Eywa to keep her child alive, squeezing her hand in a vice-like grip that could shatter bones. Her bottom lip trembled and snot dripped out of her nose, the agony of losing her baby destroying the powerful women.

Lo’ak, her little bother, who refused to meet his sister’s eyes, instead more focused on the crimson staining his skin. His whole body shook, stress and exhaustion making the usually sarcastic and joking boy uncharacteristically quiet.

And Neteyam, who watched from a distance with both hands on top of his head. He paced back and force, tugging lightly at one of the braids in his hair. She’d learned form an early age that it was one of his stressful ticks and hated herself for putting him through that. She wanted to reach out to him, but the entire world was becoming fuzzier by the second.

The cries of her mother were now inaudible.

Y/N tried to look into her father’s bright eyes, but couldn’t find them anymore.

Her chest rose sharply as she forced herself to take gulps of air. The last thing Y/N could hear was her father’s gentle cooing. “I’m not goin’ anywhere, it’s okay sweetie. I’m right here.”

Then there was nothing.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A scream broke Jake’s desperate words. At his side, his mate grasped ahold of Y/N’s arm, shaking her body. Just a second ago, she was alive, looking at him, breathing the same air he was. Now, her eyes were unfocused. Her face relaxed and her chest fell.

“No no no no…” Jake mumbled, shoving his youngest son to the side as he braced his hands over his daughter’s chest. “Come on,” he repeated, beginning to shove down hard overtop her heart. There was no reaction from Y/N as he counted to himself, 1-2-3-4, 1-2-3-4.

One, two, five, seven minutes went on, and each time, Jake’s pleads became more and more strained, as did his attempts to resuscitate his daughter. “Come on, don’t do this to me. Wake up Y/N. COME ON!” Eventually, he fell back, accepting defeat with an ear-piercing scream. He leaned into his wife, who was now lightly rocking her baby while continue to beg to a god who wouldn’t answer her prays.

Neteyam continued to just watch, sinking to his knees as he numbly stared at his sister’s lifeless body.

The one time. The one time Neteyam couldn’t take the fall for his sister.

He’d failed her.  

I See You — Series Masterlist

Summary: You observe the mighty warrior, the famed Toruk Makto, struggling to adjust to his new life in the Metkayina clan. The gentle whisperings of Eywa push you past your comfort to reach out a helping hand, to ease Jake Sully in the only way you can.

You offer to teach him the way of water as the adopted daughter of the Olo'eyktan. The outcast befriends the outsider.

What you don't expect is to find a fierce friend in the grieving heart of Jakesully. Nor could you have predicted how you grow to love each of his children as your own. But as Jake's past brings an unforgiving battle, you abandon all safety to save the Sully family from the ruthless dangers that loom in the darkness.

Pairing: Widowed!Jake Sully & Fem!Metkayina!Reader

Genre/info: this used to be a named reader-insert, but I corrected it to '_____' so you can fill in your name. If there's the name 'emrey' instead of '_____' pls lmk and I will fix it, slow burn romance, strangers to friends to lovers, slight age difference (gap not specified for inclusivity), lots of pining, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, found family, unhealthy amounts of unresolved sexual tension, no smut, suggestive themes, spicy despite no smut (trust me), takes place during atwow & loosely follows the plotline.

WC (Curretly): 47.9K ꕥ Status: unfinished series, ongoing, frequent (weekly/bi-weekly) updates

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a/n ꕥ this is an ongoing series that I've decided to post on here ꨄ tbh I never intended for it to be this long, but it's become very close to my heart. It will be 25 chapters. I hope you all like it and pls pls pls never hesitate to comment and talk to me ꨄ lysm!! originally posted on my ao3.

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐗

1. A Whisper in the Wind

2. Do You Trust Me?

3. Sea Glass

4. Flight

5. No Way Out

6. Drown

7. ‘Eylan

8. As Long as You’re Safe, I’m Okay

9. Castaway Pt. I

10. Castaway Pt. II

11. Instinct

12. Die For You

13. Embers

14. Playing with Fire

15. Coming Soon...

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25. Epilogue Coming Soon...

a/n ꕥ I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it! Never hesitate to comment or talk to me about this fic ˘͈ᵕ˘͈ Sending much love,

maddie ꨄ

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