Summary: You decide to check on your friend Peter who hasn’t been feeling well.
Pairing: Incubus! Soft Dark! Peter Parker x Reader
Warnings: Dubcon/Noncon
Rating: Explicit (some smut), 18+
Word count: 800
A/N: This is for @syntheticavenger’s 8k spooky challenge cause it provides me with yet another excuse to get some of these spooky ideas out of my head. Congrats again, Synth.
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“Are you sure about this, princess?”
Peter’s pupils are blown as they linger on your form. The white of his eyes is gone, leaving only darkness. A darkness you’re slowly - but steadily - sinking into.
Warning: Soft!dark Bucky Barnes, Yandere!Bucky Barnes, size kink? Bad words? If you’re not 18+ please, PLEASE, do not interact. Be mindful of the warnings. Let me know if I miss anything.
Summary: How could you, the one he had been bickering with for the past months, be so small? How could he not protect someone as small as you? or Basically, a fic where Bucky saw you in person for the first time and proclaimed himself as your protector..and man.
A/N: hola!!!! I come again bearing a gift to you for my 600 followers celebration! IDK if this is considered as a long one-shot, but alas, please enjoy my loves!!!
Steve’s story
“Left!” you shouted over the microphone, your eyes following the dot on the screen where he was heading- right towards the enemy, right to the opposite direction that you pointed at him, “I said left, you idiot!” you hissed. Eight men were awaiting him right around the corner, but he was moving as if he was goading you, as if your irritation at him elated him to no extent. This sadistic as fuck bastard.
“I swear once you get back I will report your ass!” you promised him as your fingers tapped away on your keyboard, sending him reinforcements. You alerted Sam that his adopted friend was being an idiot once again, making your job more difficult than it already was. It was your job to take care of the logistics, to make sure that these agents, no matter how strong they were, would get to do their jobs without injuries, or if you were lucky, with minimal scratches.
A/N: Engagement is so low these days, I might not bother writing more, but I still really liked this idea, so here we go with this drabble ^^
Bucky Barnes masterlist || Part 2
Bucky hates these meetings.
When he took over the organization, he didn't think there'd be so many pleasantries involved.
While he knows some degree of diplomacy is required, he expected a lot less talking and a lot more killing. That at least, he can't mess up. It is second nature, after all. When the handle of a blade fills his palm, he truly feels home.
But this…
It makes the killer in him antsy, restless. What he'd trade for a good, old-fashioned hunt. A worthy chase. He misses it, the thrill that coursed through him whenever he cornered a target. The fear shining in their eyes, the realization there would be no tomorrow…
The prospect makes his blood sing.
He listens intently to Danny’s report, twirling the glass of brown liquor in his hand.
"We found out who the mole was." Bucky perks up, his attention fully drawn. Each of his men does the same, their faces tight. The sting of betrayal permeates the air, clogging the room even more than the lingering clouds of smoke. There’s been a rat in their ranks for too long. He's been feeding information to the FBI for weeks, ruining deliveries, delaying shipments.
Bucky’s mouth twists in contempt as pictures are tossed on the low wooden table brimming with manila folders and half-empty glasses of alcohol.
He takes in the face of the traitor.
Rumlow. He knows he should have erased every trace of the old organization, but the bastard did good work and never asked too many questions. Turns out it’s because he was too busy running his damn mouth.
"What should we do about it, boss?" Danny asks.
"Bring him to me. I’ll deal with him myself," he replies without hesitation, emptying his glass to its dregs before clenching his jaw.
But the unhinged train of Bucky’s murderous thoughts is halted when his gaze lifts to one of his henchman, Leo, humming loud enough for him to hear.
"What are you doing?"
The boy freezes. Dark crumbs line his mouth as he looks at his boss with wide eyes.
A nervous stutter spills from his mouth.
"Just…eating a brownie, sir."
Bucky squints at Leo, a deep scowl scrunching his features.
He slaps the brownie out of the boy’s hand who watches it fall to the floor with a dejected expression.
"Eating a brownie, huh? What do you think this is? The neighborhood bake sale?"
Another subtle moan rises to his left and Bucky’s gaze narrows to yet another one of his henchmen indulging in the sweet delights.
His voice trembles as he points at the plate of brownies.
"They are really good, sir. You should try one."
"I should-"
Bucky scoffs, disbelief fluttering through him as he notices how many of the brownies have already been eaten.
"Whatever. I swear to god if you don’t s-"
The mobster’s irate rant is halted when a brownie is shoved into his mouth by a henchman. Bucky frowns at the audacity, ready to end the meeting and commit murder on the spot, but…then the taste melts on his tongue, sweet and subtle. Heavenly. The scowl on his face eases as anger dissipates.
"Who baked these?"
"The new chef, sir."
His frown returns.
"New chef? What happened to the old chef?"
"He was…disposed of when we realized he was lacing the food with poison."
"Disposed of?"
The henchman who spoke shifts awkwardly in his chair.
"You slit his throat, sir."
Bucky nods as slow remembrance sneaks inside his mind. He’s not sure how that memory escaped him. The man screamed a lot. It left quite an impression.
"Right, I forgot that."
The meeting resumes but Bucky’s mind is elsewhere. It’s not often he’s comforted by something as trivial as baked goods. This is uncanny; he needs to inquire more about this new chef.
Their intentions should be gauged anyway. Who knows? Maybe they too, will need their throat slit.
He’d never slit your throat. Bucky’s sure of that.
When the mob boss entered the kitchen, his intentions were clear. Interrogate or intimidate, most likely both. But when he gets a glimpse of your angelic face, wrinkled in focus while you cover a cake in chocolate frosting, Bucky feels like he’s being stabbed right through the heart. Over and over again. He could have collapsed right here and then.
And when you lift your head to smile at him - the most gorgeous smile he’s ever seen - Bucky knows he’s fucking lost.
Instantly, he knows, he needs to have you, no matter what it takes.
I do not have a taglist anymore. Follow and turn up notifs for my sideblog @straytales to know when I post something new.
Could u pls write another smutty Bucky x Reader fanfic, where the reader has a kink to being used as a fucktoy for him? Inc. spanking, dirty talk etc. ;)
I’m all over it, darlin’!
You Playing Me
The pounding of his fist against your door would have startled most. It literally rattled the pictures on the walls. Standing, waiting for another volley of bangs, you felt a shiver run down your body. Instead of hitting the door you heard Bucky’s husky voice, deep and dark. “Open up. Now. If I have to knock again this door is coming down. You sure you want to everyone to see what I’m going to do to you?”
Warnings: +18 for ROUGH SMUT - this is ‘sex pollen’ story!
A/N: Thanks to everyone for the great feedback on my other works! It’s unbelievable and I’m so grateful. I’ll be posting more and a master list during the week.
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“Bucky!”
You called out as soon as you saw him standing, muscles tense and backed into the far wall. His eyes locked onto something you couldn’t see, but terror plastered across his face kicked every instinct in your body into high ear. You swept the room, gun in hand. No one hid in corners. No bodies littered the floor. The metallic door slid shut behind you. You lowered your gun, but not your guard.
“Bucky? What the hell? Snap out of it.”
He pushed his back harder against the wall, hands in fists, and wide eyes locked on open glass isolation case in front of him. “Y/N, you need to leave.”
I have my down moments but, for the most part, I’m a pretty positive person. I just enjoy it. Enjoying don’t mean spending money or doing all that dumb shit, it just means having a laugh. There are people who are doing amazing things in the world, feeding poor kids, taking care of orphans, a billion people teaching our kids at school right now. Those people matter. I put on a costume and f**k around for a few hours every day.
We know very little about Rhodey. Since he was only a side character in movies. But we do know he cared very much for his team. His family. He acted like they were humans. Humans with feelings and needs and wants. And he tried to help them the best he can without going over the top. He didn’t hide his concern for them. Not at all. He outright said “I’m concerned about you.” because it was true. And he didn’t care if he would get shut down or not, he kind of knew he would. But he said it anyway. Rhodey is one of a kind. He deserves recognition.
whenever someone is like ‘why do burger-flippers deserve to make the same amount as x?’ and i just ask ‘have you considered that maybe x deserves to be paid more?’ because it never occurs to people that if these people are being underpaid, then there is a chance that so are they.
I see this all the time with people bringing up paramedics. “You want 15$ an hour as a burger flipper! I made less than that as an EMT!”
Yeah and it was wrong to pay YOU that little too. You got overworked and underpaid and the amount of money the McDonalds employee in the drive through gets has no bearing what so ever on what an EMT makes. Pay the EMT more too.
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