Wake Me Up | Amaranthine (4/10) | B.b.

wake me up | amaranthine (4/10) | b.b.

summary: A mended heart is stronger every time it breaks.

WARNINGS: swearing, angst, fluff and tenderness, painful treatment practices, blood, tony’s a cute baby, implications of smut :^) pairing: bucky barnes x reader word count: 9.2k

a/n: written for @the-omni-princess for her writing challenge and inspired by @the-darklings​ who writes such heart-wrenching scenes concerning john and vipress (my WIFE) and also by the film marriage story. vibe song is the cover of wake me up by fleurie and tommee lee profitt.

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So wake me up when it’s all over When I’m wiser and I’m older All this time I was finding myself And I didn’t know I was lost You wake, lurching forward as your hand flies to your breast. Cloth meets your palm and you swallow the foul taste in your mouth, sweat dappling your skin and gathering in your throat and underneath your arms and breasts. The figments of your nightmares disappear like ashes in the wind, and you try to catch your breath, your mind reeling. You don’t recall walking back to bed, nor dressing the wound on your chest.

You’d been too exhausted to do anything more but tape some gauze to your chest and settle in the chair in case Bucky needed something

Bucky.

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No Second Chances

So, I’ve been going through writer’s block, searching for a way out of it. @stuckonjbbarnes​ gave me this prompt and I wrote this in about an hour.

Prompt: “I have a master’s degree in making people cry.”

Pairing: Bucky X Reader, sort of.

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: Anger, depression, angsttttttttt up the wazoo. deadbeat bucky? ghosting. Honestly, just sadness.

Summary: You slept with Bucky on the third date and now you’re dealing with the consequences.

You didn’t want this. Never thought it would be you. But Bucky Barnes was irresistible. All charm and smiles. Wooed you right out of your pants on the third date. 

And then never called. 

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CAPTIVE (2)

DARK! ADJACENT Steve x Reader

Synopsis: Hydra brings Steve and Reader together. Actions have Consequences.

WARNINGS: MENTION OF PAST PHYSICAL ABUSE, MENTION OF TERMINATING A PREGNANCY, USE OF THE WORD RAPE, MINUSCULE SMUT.

(THIS CHAPTER IS PLOT AND DIALOGUE HEAVY)

“What.”

“Excuse me.”

Steve and Bucky spoke at the same time. 

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For @searchforanotherway 's challenge ♥️

Pairing:- Dark! Thor x reader(Florist).

Warning:- Noncon, size kink, lactation kink, breeding kink, obsessive behaviour, stalking, smut. Trigger warnings. 18+ only.

Prompts:- “Oh fuck you feel so good. That’s it, keep crying for me pretty.” “I couldn’t stop staring at you. I knew I had to have you.” “You are mine. You don’t get a choice in the matter.”

Note:- Let's hope you guys like it. Feedback appreciated♥️

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Things weren't the same after the blip. World was changed. People who came back, suddenly had lost everything they had, including their own identity. 

That's what happened with Y/n. She owned a little cafe and was a beautiful cook.

She was just prepping for her famous Sheppard's pie asking her friend to pass salt when Y/n diffused into dust. When she came back after 5 years, her cafe was destroyed. Her ownership was long gone. 

In order to keep herself alive in the world of capitalism she had to work under Mr.Pine at his flower shop. 

Even though Y/n wasn't working there willingly, she put all her efforts and passion in her job as a florist and yearned herself a promotion. Now she was second in command. Given Mr.Pine's age, he was never around so shop was always under her supervision. 

Y/n would sing, talk and take care of plants as her own children. Over the time she had grown fond of the shop and her job profile. 

Just as she thought her life was going on right track, lightening struck and things changed forever.

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Thor was so tired. He had lost a lot of people. His parents, brother and two of his best friends. Even captain decided to retire. 

Thor was tired of being a leader and so he gave his title to Valkyrie, joining hands with "The Guardians of the Galaxy" he tried to explore a new dimension. But sadly that life wasn't meant for him. Besides working with Quill was more difficult than he anticipated so Thor walked away.

Deciding to be just a warrior on call, Thor decided to explore life on Midgard. He always thought these mortal men were pety until his eyes found Y/n.

She was a florist, meek and timid he thought. Watering plants and flowers, smiling innocently as she handed away perfectly wrapped flowers or pots, always flashing a smile at everyone who met her. 

At first Thor was just fascinated to see someone smile so innocently given the blip and everything. Slowly it became a habit to see her from afar and eventually an obsession. 

He visited her shop once or twice just to see her flash that beautiful smile. 

She was so tiny as compared to him. So cute. Something that made his cock twitch in his pants. 

The God who had gained a few pounds over the years suddenly decided to work on himself. Thor didn't drink these days, her beautiful smile became his addiction.

Every night after he went home, Thor would jerk off at the thought of having Y/n under him, whimpering and moaning.

He'd imagine her small hands wrapped around his thick member and that pretty mouth bobbing around him.

Thor was getting impatient day by day. His cravings for Y/n increased.

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Soon enough Thor found his chance. 

On a peaceful morning, Y/n was selling flowers as usual. Thor was just lurking around the shop pretending to find flower of the day. 

The customer was a little bit too friendly for Thor's liking.

That was the last straw.

It was his frustration and that had caused thundering and lightening. Rain started pouring like someone had left the tap open in the heaven.

The man who was previously talking to Y/n hurried away as he left his car open. And even Y/n was taken aback due to sudden out pour.

It was her tiny little scared form that turned on Thor. The thundering grew. The loud noise made Y/n flinch in fear and soon she started crying.

Thor rushed to her side and cradled her into his arms. Holding her close somehow calmed him down and the thundering subsided. 

Y/n calmed down a bit. She realised the proximity of her closeness with Thor who was practically s stranger. 

She tried to pull away but Thor's grip was too firm. 

"Let me take care of you little one" Thor said as he realised her struggle.

"No.. what…" Y/n babbled confused.

Before she could react, Thor picked her up and threw her on his shoulders. 

Y/n's yelling and protests were muffled by the thundering.

Thor took her inside where there was a small room where there was a couch so one could relax.

“I couldn’t stop staring at you. I knew I had to have you.” Thor said as he threw Y/n down on the couch.

"Please no…. Have mercy….." Y/n pathetically begged and cried.

"I won't tell anyone. Please".

“You are mine. You don’t get a choice in the matter.” Thor roared.

Tearing her dress off her body, Thor admired her semi naked body. 

The black bralette and panty were suiting her. Her chest was heaving and her breasts were looking very tempting. 

Tearing the bralette off, Thor attacked her chest with kisses and bites as Y/n continued to cry.

His large calloused hands pinched and kneaded her soft flesh. He sucked on them and teased her nipples. 

"After I'm done filling you with my seed, you'll look more beautiful filled with my babies. Round and plump. These beautiful pebbles will be filled with milk, sweeter than any nectar found in any of the realms." Thor moaned as he continued to play with Y/n's breasts.

Y/n cried harder. In a attempt to free herself, she ended up clawing Thor's arms that held her down. 

Unfazed by it, Thor bit Y/n on one of her breasts as the result of anger.

Crying in pain, Y/n gave up fighting. 

Once Thor was satisfied marking Y/n's breasts with bites and hickeys, he kissed her roughly and one of his hands reached near her mound.

A gasp left Y/n's mouth as Thor toyed with her clothed pussy. 

"You're so we my little one. You want this just as much as I do". 

With that Thor took out his rock hard member and rubbed over Y/n's glistening pussy.

Involuntary a moan escaped from Y/n's throat.

Smirking Thor shoved in making Y/n scream in pain. 

Without letting her adjust to his thick girth, Thor began thrusting in and out of her.

Y/n cried harder trying to close her legs but failing over the strength of the God himself.

“Oh fuck you feel so good. That’s it, keep crying for me pretty.”

"I'm gonna fill you up."

"I'm gonna watch your belly and breasts grow." 

"It won't be just our babies you'll be feeding. That milk of yours would feed me as well." 

Kneading her breasts, Thor increased his pace.

Y/n was now whimpering and moaning with pleasure under him. She began shaking as she was close to her orgasm. 

Thor could feel her clenching around him .

"That's it baby. That's it".

"Cum for me".

With a loud moan Y/n violently shaking under him. 

Thor wasn't far behind and he too came with a grunt. 

Y/n was tired and passed out soon. When she woke up, she was in an apartment which she assumed was Thor's.

She was still naked under the sheets. Before she could process anything, tjro entered the room and sat beside her.

With a broken voice Y/n managed to question him,

"Why me?"

Thor calmly replied,

"Flowers need rain to grow."

"You my flower, you need me. We're meant for eachother".

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Some Rules are Never Meant to be Broken

Pairing: Paramedic!Bucky X Reader

Rating: Mature

Genre: Greek/Roman Gods AU, Drama and maybe some Mystery 

Warnings: PTSD, Implied violence, anger control issues. Mentions of 9/11 attack and the war that follows. Otherwise mostly fluff, and some emotional therapy. 

Word Count: Heckin long 12,515. It started so well and then got away from me

Summary: Reader is a Muse living life as a tour guide at a museum. Bucky is struggling with returning home from war and adjusting to civilian life. He used to be a paramedic and now works security, but what he really misses from his pre-war life is his ability to draw. Cue the reader, determined to do her job and get him back to a point where he can do what he loves most. But, spending that much time with anyone always leads to romantic feelings, which is against her laws. Will she be able to resist Bucky long enough to help him and not get her in serious trouble?

Note: This is for @after-avenging-hours August AU Writing Challenge. I hope you enjoy it, messages are greatly appreciated. This is my first time writing in this style, so hopefully I did it justice. If enough people like it and want more, then there’s more to come. 

You don’t know when you switched the museum chatter to just background noise, but it’s been a while, so you didn’t really notice when it had disappeared altogether. You drone on to the group in front of you about the statue behind you, when you look around to your tour group, only to realize they have completely vanished. You glance around, fully expecting to see other museum visitors, but you are the only one in the massive room. 

It happens that way, sometimes. The harder cases that require your full attention, they make everything else disappear around them when you get close to them. You feel the familiar tug in your gut and you follow it towards the Greek and Roman exhibit. A man sits on a bench, a sketch pad in his lap and a pencil in his left hand. A loud snap reverberates around the hall from the now broken pencil in his hand. Something shiny glints on his hand like a glove and it takes you a long minute to realize that it isn’t on his hand, it is his hand. His metal hand. 

Oh dear. 

His long-sleeved maroon shirt stretches over his muscular frame as he bends over, clearly frustrated. You think you hear him mumble something. The words ‘no point anymore’ reach you and you can feel your heart stretching towards him. 

You blink and you’re back in front of your tour group again; bored faces waiting for you to keep talking. You oblige, only because it’s your job and five agonizing minutes remain on the tour. As you walk your group back to the main lobby, you pass a teenager who’s desperately looking for inspiration. The details aren’t clear, probably an art project that you will never see, but Your fingers ghost along his shoulders, just enough of your powers flowing into him to give him the edge he needed. Your stomach flutters happily at the transference of power and you smile to yourself. 

Don’t forget to sacrifice to your muse, you think jokingly. Not that anyone does that anymore, but that was never what you and your sisters fed off anyway. You meander your way back towards the Greek and Roman exhibit, hoping that your next favored is still there. A chime signaling the end of your day sounds as you enter the wing to find him sitting in the exact same spot, looking even more miserable. You take a hesitant step forward, but your natural charm fails you and you’re unsure how to proceed. 

He stiffens in his seat, back straightening a little and you briefly wonder what has set him on edge, but then he turns to look at you, his blue eyes hardening slightly. You almost cringe back under the intensity of it, but something tells you that would be the wrong move. 

“Do you know much about this piece?” you ask, taking another step forward, trying to exude calm despite your sudden nerves. 

He looks taken aback, like he isn’t expecting that to come out of your mouth. His full lips parts slightly, and his guarded expression drops. “Um, no, not really. Just that I like it.” he says, his voice is deep but velvety smooth. “Is this exhibit closing already?” He asks and you tilt your head.

“No, not at all. I just noticed you admiring her.” you say, taking another step forward. “It’s one of my personal favorites.” you continue, eyeing the statue of yourself. The face was wrong, he would never know that it is you he has been staring at so intently. 

“She was very beautiful.” he says, his shoulders tensing as if he is ready to bolt at a second’s warning. Your gaze drops to his sketch pad where he has a few rough lines drawn, but not much else. 

“You know, we encourage people to draw and sketch the exhibits. You never know when inspiration will strike you to create your own work of art.” you tell him, taking another step forward. he gives a derisive snort and gathers up his papers and pieces of broken pencil. The pencil is shoved into the pocket of his dark jeans, the pad tucked roughly under his right arm. 

“I was actually about to leave.” he says, dropping his gaze. You tip your head to one side, trying to figure out if he’s just intimidated by you, generally trying to give you the brush off, or completely not interested. That is difficult to believe, since your powers allow you to shift your appearance to your favored’s preference. You almost can’t even remember what your original face looks like anymore, having changed so many times over the millennia. 

He is dangerously handsome, with a strong chiseled jawline that can cut marble. His dark hair is longer than was fashionable these days, as if he had been too preoccupied to cut it for a long time and then just decided he liked it, but it fits him well. His tall frame is muscular and solid all over from what you can tell. He moves with an understated balance and grace that is hard to notice. 

“I’m Y/N.” you introduce yourself, taking another step forward. You couldn’t let him leave yet, he’s your next recipient, you can feel that desire to create taking root in your stomach, making you hungry; and so far, you have a perfect record. He looks up at you, finally meeting your gaze for longer than a few seconds. He is silent for a long time, so long that you are afraid he’s just going to ignore you, but then he speaks again. 

“James.” he said finally. You repeat his name softly, curling your mouth around it. Names have power in your world, and his name burns with it. 

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Half in Half (3/?)

Prompt: One half light, the other dark. Divided by your differences, your brother went from your other half to the man who killed your father. You once refused to lose hope, refused to let Ben go. With walls built around yourself, can Poe break them down?

Based off of: Star Wars Sequel Trilogy. Pairing: Poe Dameron x Solo!Reader Other parts: Force Awakens: one - two - three - four - five Last Jedi: one - two

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“I’m fine.”

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