Let It Snow - Chapter 1/4: Oh The Weather Outside Is Frightful

Let It Snow - Chapter 1/4: Oh The Weather Outside Is Frightful

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader (no use of Y/N)

Summary: She was his Omega, and Steve had a plan. She would love him. He knew she would.

Word Count: 4,049

Warnings: Dark!Steve Rogers, stalking, ABO dynamics, mating cycles/heat, noncon and dubcon, very explicit sexual content in future chapters (18+ ONLY)

A/N: Remember when I said I had an ABO one-shot planned and it was gonna be really filthy? Remember when I said that I would have it out before Christmas? Well it took me like three weeks but I did it and I basically piled all my kinks into one story hahahah sorry guys. 

Here is the first installment of this new story!

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Pushing His Luck (2)

Bucky X Reader! 

WARNINGS! Extreme Non-Con, Violence, Roofies, Kidnapping, Dark Bucky, Somnophilia. This is a really dark fic so please don’t read if that isn’t your kind of thing. 

“You had no idea that Bucky Barnes wanted you, you had no idea about the thoughts he had about you, the dirty fantasies you starred in. But you were about to make them come true anyway.”

Chapter Two 

From his position in the corner, he could see directly into your office through the open door but you couldn’t see him. You were reading something on your computer, periodically typing. It took almost an hour of waiting before you stood up and moved, crossing the office to tack something onto your reminders board.

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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.”

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.”

About Last Night . . . (Steve Rogers x Reader)

Author’s Note: Look who wrote a fic even though she as a white collar crime essay to work on, hehehe. I was gonna do it in multiple parts, but this is one that just needs to be all together. I know this trope has probably already been done a million different times, a million different ways for Steve and other characters, but, I haven’t done it yet, so, enjoy! :)

Summary: You and the Avengers are in Sin City in order to celebrate Bucky and Natasha’s impending nuptials. Before the boys and girls break off into their respective bachelor/bachelorette parties, you give Thor, Steve, and Bucky some special booze you made so they can get drunk, taking a small sip for yourself. Everything is fine until you wake up the next morning.

Warnings: Fluff, mentions of smut, drinking, language

Other Characters: The Avengers

Word Count: 3,172

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Bucky’s F ’ ing Knife

Pairings: Bucky x Reader Summary: Title about summons it up. Warnings: 18+, knife and fear play, small part about blood, slight dub-con  Words: 2648

a/n: Happy Birthday, @sherrybaby14  Thanks for the all laughs and great stories- wishing you the best, Birthday Girl- lots of love to you!

Bucky left you standing by the door as he walked further into the bedroom, “Want you to do something for me.” Looking at how serious he was, your laughter trailed off from the joke he told moments before in the hallway.

“Do you trust me? Cause I plan on collecting the favor you owe me.”

Bucky’s confidence seemed to take up even more of the bedroom as you stared from the doorway. His sudden change in attitude made you tiptoe into your question, “What’s the favor?”

With a greedy half-smile he said, “Wanna to play with the knife, darlin.”

You cleared your throat trying to hide the tiny thrill running through you. This was your opportunity to finally ask him, “Will you wear the mask?” 

Arms crossed his chest, he wasn’t about to answer your question so easily, “You addin’ a favor on top of the one I’m collecting from you?”

Maybe this wasn’t the ideal opportunity to ask like you thought. Bucky didn’t give any indication of answering your request, he waited for your next move. He had you and your hopeful curiosity right where he wanted. He thought you were such delectable prey; wringing your hands, biting your lip as you tried to convince him and yourself that you’re ready for this.

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